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The Lusts of Leia	By : sexdottxt Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 4023 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next day, Borsk Fey'yla sat at his desk. The senate had met and convened that day. Leia herself was smiling at the Bothan senator alongside Del Veniz. The young man sheepishly looked away from him, indeed he looked almost defeated standing beside the proud woman. He was at least a foot taller than her, but he looked so much smaller at her side. He was not slumping or anything, indeed his expression was neutral. It was the slightest of changes, to the outside observer nothing was amiss. But Fey'yla could read it perfectly.

His intuition turned out to be correct. When it came time for Leia to speak, she was more rousing than she had ever been in the past. She was never one to shy away from the trappings of her pampered upbringing, but today she had her hair up in her Alderaani buns and was wearing fine robes as was her wont to do so, yet the modest white gown she wore emblematic of her royal status of Alderaan was joined by a crimson robe, something that would very much be seen on Naboo as her late mother once wore. She radiated class and exuberance and Fey'yla felt very much the supplicant himself at that time. In what he saw as an act of pity, she did not speak of any political rivals, of any grievances she had in the senate, indeed the things she spoke of were very vague.

That was how the public liked it. Talk of peace, of stability and order. There were things she alluded to, matters that could be connected to her opposition. But the way she phrased it, if anyone dared speak against her, then they would look like the opposition. She looked like she was attempting to bring unity, not sow division. So it was that when she was finished, everyone gave her a round of applause.

After that speech, the senate spoke on more trifling matters. Things that would not disrupt the peace brought about by Leia's impassioned stance, things that did not challenge her hegemony. Fey'yla stared long and hard at Del Veniz. Letting Leia do as she want had been the idea that he proposed. Sitting by and watching, acting in a manner most people would never associate with him had been part of that price. He had accepted that.

By the time the meeting had finished, the sky was darkening to that dusky orange before the darkness set in. Everyone left and made their way through the streets of Coruscant which were always thickly populated but especially during the day's closing. Such as it was that Del Veniz was able to make his way incognito to Fey'yla's abode with nobody any the wiser.

As he had bade his young protege, he reported to him everything that he discussed with Leia, yesterday and today since meeting with her. The Bothan saw value and merit to his mole's plan. Whatever clout he had in the current political arena, he could not compare to the rising star of the last surviving princess of Alderaan. If he was going to play this game, he had to be smart about it.

And yet as his spy was talking, every word began to seem like a blur. Fey'yla realized he was zoning out, no longer paying attention to a single word that the young man from Alderaan was saying to him. Instead he was lost in his own thoughts.

He had no direct way of knowing it and yet he knew that Del Veniz had betrayed him. Someway, somehow. He was part of the Bothan Spynet back in the days of the empire and the politics of the New Republic only ever afforded those who never rested. It had become a gut instinct of his. It had saved his life many times both when it came to the chopping block in the dark days of the Galactic Empire and in his professional life too. He would not disregard it now.

When he was finished talking, Fey'yla smiled. It was not genuine, smiles very rarely were in politics, and yet to the average observer it could be mistaken for pleasant. A smile from this Bothan in particular was even more of a thing to watch out for. Indeed, it was more menacing than his scowl. And yet Del Veniz showed no alarm at that.

“Thank you for the report,” Fey'yla said, standing up. “You are dismissed.” Normally there was an edge to his words in all circumstances and yet in that moment he seemed almost genial. Anyone who knew this man would know that something was up.

But Del Veniz stood up too and bowed and took his leave with no alarm. He immediately made for Leia's apartment, there was nothing else on his mind. Del Veniz reported back to Leia. He knocked on the door. “Do come in,” she said. The tone of her voice was so sultry and he felt a rising hardness in his pants. After yesterday, he was thinking of all sorts of things she might have cooked up for him.

She was still wearing the garb she wore in the senate. She walked to the finest couch she had, pink and gold, and sat on her knees upon it with her back facing him. Her hair was not done up in side buns but instead as a braided crown atop her head. Not looking back, she beckoned him forth with a finger and he obeyed.

She didn't look back at him. The curtains were set across the windows, casting the room in a low shade. She said, “Tell me everything that happened.” He did. When he was finished, she said, “Good. I have prepared for you a most fitting reward.”

He watched as she slowly disrobed. Her Naboo styled robes and traditional white gown from Alderaan fell, revealing her lovely naked shoulders and back. She was dropping them like she was a model, he almost tripped on his own feet when he saw her lovely arms leave her sleeves and he saw the small of her back bared before his eyes. He could only saw longingly when he witnessed her naked ass come into view and then he saw her drop her robes down to her ankles. She was totally naked before him.

Even the last time, she hadn't dared expose herself in such a way to his eyes. She undid her braids next, and as she did, her finely combed and washed tresses fell down her back. They became more wavy and flowing as they neared her petite and cute little bottom. He was speechless.

She patted the small table next to her. There was a transparent colorless bottle on it, it seemed to almost twist as it went up. It was very well made, ornate, and even living amidst the various peoples and cultures on Coruscant that it was undeniably of Alderaani origin. It was not made on their homeworld, but Leia herself had commissioned an artisan to fashion it to appeal to this boy's sensibilities of their shared and lost culture. There was a clear fluid inside of it, he imagined it was something as fine as l'lahsh for them to celebrate together.

She was naked. His mind was running with the possibilities of what might happen. But even with her baring herself so openly to him, he was still nervous. He knew of her power. He never felt so excited and terrified before in his entire life.

Leia turned her face to the side. She didn't look directly at him but he could still feel her gaze. She looked more beautiful to his eyes now than she ever had in the past, her makeup wasn't done so that she looked like she was going to the ball, nor did she look like some skank on the streets looking to make a few credits, instead it was scarcely done. Enough to make people turn heads but not so much as to be evident that she even wearing any either.

Finally she spoke. “Are you going to take your reward?” Her voice was so sweet and innocent sounding, it disarmed him totally. She smiled ever so slightly, it was one of those grins that beautiful women did to make a point without raising their voices, and then she batted her eyes at him.

“Uh yes, Princess Leia!” he said. Fearing to arouse her disapproval, he moved to the table and picked it up. He looked at it.

Indeed it was a thing of the Alderaani royal houses. But as proud and highborn as Leia was, he couldn't begin to imagine that she had an entire storehouse of goods from her palace before their home planet was destroyed. Not after her true allegiances were revealed, and not after she was forced to live in hiding across rebel bases.

He looked it over in his hands. He could tell the liquid inside was thick. Probably some kind of massage oil. He popped open the cork and his nostrils were filled with a sweet fragrance. He didn't know why but he felt some hint of nostalgia.

“It's not to drink,” she said. Her face was still turned to the side and she was looking at him as one might look at a dog curious at being given a treat.

“Oh, okay,” he said.

“It's massage oil,” she said, almost like she was speaking to a small child. He had the hint that she was mocking him, like he was about to drink it. “Now about you pay heed to the beautiful woman before you, hmm?”

“Right...”

It was not the first time he had done this sort of thing with Leia. Both times she had held the advantage over him in one way or another. Now that she was totally naked before him, showing submissiveness, it didn't make him any less leery of her.

But it didn't make him crave her any less either. He poured a small dab of the oil onto his hands. It was so thick and smooth. The heat in his pants made him look at her again. Her soft slender back, her hair done up so nicely and her ass and legs bared before him. He would not refuse this invitation.

The instant he touched her back, he was amazed at how soft her skin was. Nothing at all what would expect of the legendary Leia who fought in the Rebel Alliance, and not the she-devil that had tamed him twice over. Nor could he see her as the controversial senator fighting for her political reputation. All he could see was a mistress beckoning him, and he would not deny the call of his goddess.

She turned her head back away from him so that her whole back was facing him once more. He moved his hands further on her backside, up to her shoulders, down to the small of her back, and then back up again. Her skin oiled up in those shadows was so beautiful to his eyes but more than that, it was the sensation.

He could feel her muscles underneath tensing up as he continued massaging her. Her shoulderblades relaxed under the weight of his large hands. He wanted to embrace his desires, to go farther, but he dared not overstep his limits. Even now he feared she could make the jump on him in an instant if he did something she didn't like.

But as his fingers traced the line of her hips where it rounded down to her juicy ass, she moaned. Deliberate and lustful, it was so low but the impact on his psyche was like any shrill scream. That was the sign he needed. He shamelessly grabbed her derriere, fondling the soft tissue. Even with how feminine Leia was, he could still feel the roughness under her skin when he caressed her back. Yet there was none of that here, the princess really did have a royal bubble butt. After she sat on him, he didn't have too much time time to take that in, he had a feast to eat while she worked his dick with her feet. Now he could savor it to his heart's content.

He got a little more daring. As he was feeling up her ass, he moved his fingers into her cleft. He stopped at first, thinking he was going in over his head. But when Leia looked back at him with a face like a woman waiting for her lover, all she could say was, “Please...be gentle...”

It tore apart the last of his restraint. He moved her pliant cheeks apart like he was fondling a fine pair of tits and fondled the delicious anal region underneath. His fingers weren't in her asshole, but he couldn't believe how soft and warm she was under her ass. She really was the woman of his dreams.

Her back still turned to him, Leia smiled. With all that pent up energy built up from her tormenting him for two days straight, she figured she'd give him the outlet he needed to unleash it. Let her play the helpless waif. It would make him happy to serve her, to do his duty. If he thought that he had power over her in this one area, that would be enough for him. He would dare not upset the balance with her. Not after she had put him in his place several times before.

His aggressive touches were submissive in that way. So fierce as he shamelessly groped all over her, they were still only the caresses of a boy not taking what he wanted but was allowed to. Even with her being naked, even with him grabbing her harder than he ever had before, going a little further by trying to be slick and moving his hands up her hips again and grabbing hard onto her teats, but still only violating her outer body with his hands. He didn't realize it, but she had burned her loyalty into his soul.

But he was every bit what she needed right now. He led an uneventful life, if he had ever been in the Rebel Alliance he would have been warming a chair, making plans and concocting ideas. Not the kind of guy she would have fallen for. Even Luke when she still felt for him in that way before she learned of their shared lineage, even someone like him in his most serene Jedi meditations was still a warrior.

Her body didn't care about any of that right now. She knew what she wanted and she was getting exactly what she needed. His paws had totally seized her breasts, he had big hands but a woman like Leia had a modestly endowed bust so it was easy for him to touch her like that anyway. He showed her no mercy too, almost violently mauling her titties, and her hard nipples were on fire as he violated them with his palms. But his hands were so slick and smooth with the oil that it felt better than she could have ever imagined.

For all of her baiting him and taking control of this situation, she couldn't keep her voice in anymore as he vigorously molested her. While he was assaulting her tits, he moved one of his hands down to her slit. Leia suddenly felt out of her depth when one of his big fingers went inside. They were both surprised at how damp that action made her, and with his digits already so lubed up, he very easily moved it in and out.

Even Leia was getting surprised now. She had to stand up on her knees to make it easier for her to handle him. He took that as a sign of compliance and moved his face in deeper, taking in the scent of her hair. He kissed all over her neck, slurping on it, while he continued his vicious touches. Leia winced, he was pinching her nipple that even with the oil on his hands it was almost painful and he was digging his fingers deeper and deeper into her cunt.

She hissed through her teeth when she came. Del was so surprised too that he stopped mauling her as he had been doing. He was still hard, had a mind to put something else inside of Leia instead of his fingers. But as he looked down on her and under his power, shaking, he wondered if he had overstepped his bounds.

He hadn't. She hooked an arm around his neck and turned her face and cruelly kissed him. She moaned deeply as she did so, and he froze up. When she pulled away, she looked deeply into his eyes.

“That the best you got little boy?”

She grabbed his dick. Not roughly, gently, moving her palms up and down the shaft, while she probed the head with her thumb. She gazed deeply into his eyes and moved her lips very slowly down to his member. Opening her mouth, it looked like she was going to take him inside her, and time seemed to go so slowly for him as he anticipated feeling his dick inside her warm and wet mouth for the first time. But not breaking eye contact with him, she only moaned a single gust of hot breath onto his sensitive flesh.

He thought to say something, to beg her to go further. But that thought of hesitation changed to something else. He lunged at her, grabbing her forearm and dragging her to the washroom. He almost threw her aside and then he turned on the shower.

He barely had time to recognize it when she pushed him in there. He smiled, and she was running in there and slammed the glass door behind them. The water cascaded their bodies as their hands were all over each other, tasting each other, and then Leia was being slammed face first up against the door. Her tits smashed across the glass surface as he pounded her. But she was only smiling in deep pleasure.
***
When Del Veniz shut the door behind him after their little meeting, Fey'yla was seething. He had a mind to smash all the furniture in his office and scream in rage. Indeed he felt as if all the other senators, the rest of Coruscant for that matter, had bore witness to that little exchange between him and his so-called spy. As if the whole galaxy was watching him, eager to see his next move.

He knew Leia had her eyes on him too. Through Del Veniz, she was watching him. His plan had backfired. He almost did smash his desk in that moment.

To his credit, he could not imagine what the princess was doing now. That night as Leia and her apprentice were still going at it, by now she was sucking him off after he first blew his load with her in the shower. Under the raining water, she looked up at him, a curious look in her eyes as he was standing up against the wall. He was shaking from the force of her fellatio. There was plenty of stamina in him yet and she intended to have him drained well by the morning.

In the back of his mind, Fey'yla himself considered such a possibility. For all his careful planning, this floozy of a woman was to be his undoing. He came that close to flying into a rage. And yet he contained himself. If that was how the game was going to be played, then so be it. Leia might have blinded him through his mole, keeping him from seeing anything. But he had eyes and ears everywhere. He would find a way. For the princess to turn his own mole on him, that only meant that she was afraid. That she was hiding something. He would not wait for some ill-advised plan on letting the princess expose herself when she least expected it while he was forced to wait and slink in the shadows. He would take action himself.

He summoned another associate to his office. Not his treacherous spy one Del Veniz from Alderaan, Fey'yla had enough of him and enough of that planet long destroyed. Instead he was now graced with the company of a prominent Twi'lek spy. Was and still is part of the Bothan Spynet whose prominence helped the Rebel Alliance topple the Galactic Empire. They were mainly made up of Bothans but anyone of any species could fit into their ranks. And Twi'leks were common enough all over the galaxy that this one could fit in any situation, anywhere. He was a legend in the underworld. But in the rungs of ordinary life, he was a nobody. He was perfect.

“Thanks for taking the time to meet,” the ochre skinned Twi'lek said in heavily accented Basic.

Fey'yla regarded him. “I need you to get the transponder frequencies of Leia Organa's personal shuttle and bring them to me.”

The spy hitched up. “Big job. Big lady. You be paying well in credits?”

Fey'yla didn't like to hear that. Someone like this already required an entrance fee just to meet with him. Something he had gladly paid. Now he was starting to think that with this attitude, it was a wonder the spy had survived for as long as he did in his line of work.

And then another thought hit Fey'yla, that the only reason he had charged the entrance fee was that because he was being hired by a politician. Talking like that to any of the old gangsters from Black Sun long lost to the wayside as well as the many Hutt clan leaders still enjoying their illicit thrones of power would have earned him a death sentence on the spot. He was a politician and that meant he had to be extra careful in covering his tracks. Someone like him would have plenty of credits to spare.

Fey'yla only nodded. “Yes, I know your price and am prepared to pay it. I hope you can do it with no issue.”

“I once work as hacker for Tyber Zann. Make all sorts of trouble for Hutts and Black Sun. Even do work for the empire to keep Chiss in line. I can do this. But if I caught, law way scarier than any of them by far.”

Fey'yla was a little alarmed to hear him list his previous clients. In the criminal underworld, that was enough to at least earn a disqualification on the spot. But then he remembered that most of them were either fallen out of power or might as well have been scattered to the winds.

And in a way he appreciated the spy's honesty. Back in the reign of the empire, there were too few thieves with any notions of decency. Those days of tyranny were long gone, but for those lurking in the darkness, these rules hadn't changed. Nor had the rules of engagement changed in this new era. This spy was meeting with him now, but Fey'yla being someone as well known as he was, Leia or any of her cronies could get hold of this hired gun and turn him right back at the Bothan's throat.

Most importantly, Fey'yla had no choice. If he relied on any of his more trusted Bothan contacts in the Spynet who would do the job for free due to his advocating for his kind's interests and that agent was caught, he would have no choice but to defend him to the bone or everything would spill. Even then, it would always look embarrassing for him and end his political career in a heartbeat. He could not allow that.

He came prepared with the perfect way to counter maneuver any notions of treachery. He offered another amount on the spot that was equal to the spy's entrance fee. The Twi'lek smiled and nodded, a silent affirmation that the Bothan's suspicion had been correct. “I trust then, that you will do it?”

“Yes. Show me payment.”

Fey'yla had come prepared. He brought out a small box filled to the brim with credits. The spy's eyes widened with approval. He might not speak Basic well and Fey'yla himself barely understood Twi'leki. But that one expression alone spoke more than any words could.

“Good,” Fey'yla said, signaling the end to any other potential directions this conversation could go. “Once the job is done, you will be paid in full.”

“Oh yes Mister Fey'yla. I do job very well.”
***
That morning, Leia woke up in her bed. The sheets were a mess and she was totally naked. But she was by her lonesome.

After the both of them cleaned up in her hydroshower, he took her on her bed, driving her to climax again and again. Just as he was finally beginning to tire out after what must have at least been half an hour, she sucked him off again, milking the last of his essence for that night. He didn't even make a sound when he nutted down her throat.

Then she looked up at him and cupped his cheek. “I hope when you sleep in your bed, that you'll dream of me...”

That lit up his face. At that point he was too blown over mentally to think that sweet smile on her face was anything but an act. Or that she was kicking him out. “Yes. Yes Princess Leia!”

Getting up, she went to the washroom and looked in the mirror. Even after everything she did last night, she didn't look nearly as bad as she imagined she would. She took another wash, nothing long or fancy, more like the quick trips she would have to make in the sparse conditions of the many rebel bases she frequented during the Galactic Civil War. After that, she looked in the mirror and did herself up. Unlike this shower, she made sure to take her time. Even as a warrior in the Rebel Alliance, she never skipped the essentials on making herself look prim and proper.

She left her apartment that morning. On the streets of Coruscant, she was going about in nothing so scandalous as that getup in her private dinner suite which bared so much of her cleavage, that thing which could be barely called an outfit in the gala or that sleeveless dress she used to seduce her apprentice. Instead she was wearing a traditional Alderaanian white gown as befitting a woman of her royal station, long sleeved and the skirt came down to her ankles. Her hair was done up in her side buns as well.

A trip had long been planned on her part to meet with several other delegates in the galaxy. Long before she had ever been forced to deal with Borsk Fey'yla increased aggression to the point that he would attempt to poison her own protege against her. But now that she had taken care of these loose ends, she felt confident in leaving Coruscant and taking care of her own devices.

As Leia boarded her personal shuttle, she felt something was off. She was not trained in the force like her brother and that man she had only begun to recently acknowledge as her late father. But something was going off in the back of her mind. Maybe it was more of a quirk due to surviving in the imperial senate and now navigating the corridors of the New Republic.

For all that, her heart beat with dread as soon as she got into the shuttle.

Leia ignored it. She looked out the window of the spacecraft as it began to lift, at her crowd of supporters that had gathered for her. A smile graced her face as she saw them.

Amongst them, she saw Fey'yla. He was also smiling. At that moment they locked eyes. The senator was present in the days of the empire, he knew something of peril, and yet was not half the warrior she was. But she turned her head from him as if she was facing a sense of imminent peril she couldn't explain.

It wasn't long before they had left Coruscant's airspace. She watched the ascension from the atmosphere through and over the cloud cover, and then they were well into the galaxy at large. As they got further away, the planet began to look smaller and smaller.

Leia watched as Coruscant began to dim out of view. She remembered how her own homeworld had looked so tiny when she witnessed it's destruction on the Death Star. She was hit by that same feeling of unease.

That must be why I felt that way, she thought to herself. It's been too long since I've left that place I can call home. She smiled as she thought about Alderaan again. It's fruits, it's dazzling landscapes. The natural treasures of it all and her beloved home, her mansion that she was reared under the watchful eye of two people who were not blood and in stark contrast to her brother's feelings, more family to her than her real father ever was. It was all gone. But she would never forget it. This time I know this planet at least will be back there waiting for me.

She sat cross legged into a force trance. Luke had only taught her a little bit more of that in the years since she was on a shuttle much like this one, and she had that shameful fantasy of the late Prince Xizor. But she was far more certain of herself this time.

Leia opened her mind's eye to find herself before another mirror. She was totally naked. There was a loud commotion. She looked around to see there were plenty of other women around her just as naked as she was. They were all primping and getting themselves done in front of mirrors, putting on small little skimpy outfits.

There were ladies of all species. Twi'lek's were ubiquitous in places like this one, and there were always those with odd tastes who likes Rodian's. But there were also near-humans like the Chiss and Rattataki. It wasn't a surprise to see the latter, they were tough and would do anything to survive, yet Leia would never think she'd see the blue skinned peoples in a place like this one.

Why do I find that strange? she thought to herself. The galaxy is a wide place.

She looked around her. The place seemed somewhat run down, not a high establishment resort. She looked at herself in the mirror. Without thinking she began doing herself up as well. She pulled her hair back into a high braided bun which hung in a long plait down her back, and she applied makeup so that she would look beautiful. A touch of golden eyeshadow, some red lipstick. Finally she put on her dancer's outfit, a small brassiere top that with golden filigree that only covered up her breasts, it was almost like a harness, along with spiral cuff on her upper arm. Her bottom barely afforded her any more modesty than her upper half, it was a thong that rode up her ass, but ironically enough had front and rear plates with a lashaa silk split skirt that afforded her some faint degree of modesty. People there couldn't see her cheeks spilling out but they could still see plenty of her legs.

Then she filed out with the rest of them. They were all dressed much like her and she didn't think anything of it. As she left the girls' room, she saw the larger area. It was indeed a little rundown, there wasn't much place for light to get in there, and the many male customers were rough looking. So many races from all corners. Twi'lek's, Itkotchi, Devaronian's. Most of them had scars across their faces, they all had smiles and they were licking their lips, hooting at all of the girls, including Leia. To her surprise, she did not feel danger but only a weird sense of nostalgia.

Most of the girls took companions with the men. Leia herself looked for a suitable companion. But as she was looking them over, someone in a dark cloak stepped behind her. She looked back at him but he only prodded her forward. She walked out of the lobby to a much larger area. There was a deep laughter in the background.

Then the cloaked figure bowed. The hood fell forth revealing a pale Twi'lek's head, a thick lekku. And as she looked up, she saw the source of the laughter.

It was Jabba the Hutt. He licked his lips. It has been too long Princess Leia, he said in thick Huttese that was dripping in condescension and yet seemed strangely inviting to her ears. Come. She found herself walking over to him, it was like her body was on autopilot, no matter how much her mind tried to break free. She sat on his lap and he licked the front of her body, so much of her exposed to his advances in her small getup. To her surprise, she found a smile lighting up her face, and a dark wetness grow in her pussy. Her body craved more.

Inward, she began screaming. Anything to try and resist. It did nothing to keep her mouth from opening seemingly on it's own and sticking out her tongue, meeting it with his. She cupped his great slimy head as if he were a lover.

Leia willed herself away from this with all her power. But nothing worked. Her body was still moving on it's own. She could hear the laughter of his cohorts, of the customers gathered there to watch. Salacious D. Crumb on his shoulder was hooting in that shrill little cackle of his the most of all. She wanted to kill them all, each and every one of them. She knew she already had and that only drove her to want it a second time.

Instead, she leaned forward on the Hutt's lap. Jabba's tongue was still slobbering on her face and her body could only produce so many lewd reactions. His small slimy hands caressed her neck, she felt as if he was going to strangle her for doing the same to him with that chain. However much her body sung with delight from his touch, her mind wished to feel his fingers clamp down onto her windpipe and put her out of this misery.

He did not. His grubby paws drifted lower and pulling down her top, massaged her naked breasts. Inwardly Leia raged at her situation, did everything in her power to try and escape. By some miracle, she pulled her face away from his.

But it was like she was trapped in someone else's body. Her hands were still embracing him. She could feel the wetness dripping on her face, and filthy thoughts about feeling his big thick tongue on the rest of her body raced in her mind. With every motion from his hands on her tits, she began moving back and forth, craving something inside of her nether regions. The infernal satisfaction of wrapping that chain around Jabba's neck seemed so fresh. And yet in her current strange situation, it was so far away.

Then she heard the men around her one by one all drop their pants. Not just the strange customers from all over the galaxy who were all too happy to make this den of grime their haunt, but even that Twi'lek weasel Bib Fortuna. Their hard dicks all popped out. No matter what species, what color they were, their pricks were all red and swollen, standing up. She could feel their heat on her face, could smell it, and it all inspired something within her.

She looked around her as if she was a little girl back in her manse at Alderaan, looking at so much finery. Bib Fortuna cupped her chin and moved her face upward to look at him. “Come on little royal whore. Suck them all off.”

That command did not repulse her. Instead she felt all too ready to obey him. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and moved her face closer and closer, until she could taste the heat from their cocks on her tongue.

Leia shook out of it with a start. She was still on the shuttle, she was back in her Alderaanian robes. She looked at herself, smiling. It was all just a dream.

But she wasn't untouched either. Just like that time she had accidentally fantasized about Xizor, her body was a nervous wreck. Hot and moist all over.

That wasn't the worst feeling of it either. At least when she had immersed herself in that fantasy with the late Falleen prince, she could chalk her body's arousal to his pheromones that had very nearly broken her will and made her his. Here, she couldn't begin to explain why she would be so hot and bothered reliving her time in Jabba's palace.

But for whatever differences there were in her thoughts, her reaction had been the same. This heat, this desire, she couldn't just will it away either. She knew she had some time before she would reach the first set of delegates.

It would be a pain and yet there was no other choice. She took the time to get out of her fine white gown, annoying on it's own but so much more irritating now that her body was needing satisfaction. Even though it was one of the heirlooms of her royal house and all the more important to her after Alderaan's destruction, she came close to outright tearing it off.

Fortunately it didn't get that far. As soon as she had gotten herself to a suitable state of undress, her torso exposed and the gown having fallen to her waist, she proceeded to bringing about her own satisfaction. In the privacy of her suite aboard the shuttle, it was all she needed.

But what was trouble was what she was going to touch herself to. At least that brief time she spent under the influence of Xizor's pheromones, she could indulge in that fantasy guilt free. It was barely any time at all and as soon as Chewie had snapped her back to reality, Leia gave him where it hurt, putting him in his place. To her eyes, he was no royal at all but just a treacherous animal who wore the empire's leash. Whatever reasons he had for licking the moff's boot meant nothing to her.

Jabba on the other hand was marked with so many more memories. She had failed to rescue Han and was made to dress as one of his dancers. More than a few times she thought she would have to be the comfort girl for one of the customers in his palace. When Boba Fett summoned her, she was repulsed at the idea of doing anything with the bounty hunter that had stolen Han Solo away from her. Fortunately, he proved to have some notion of honor, and he simply sent her away.

And when Luke had arrived, she was hit with a tempest of emotions. As soon as he had made his intentions clear to free Han, Jabba had dropped him to the pits to square off with the rancor. She thought he was going to die. Only for him to prove victorious in the end. And then he and Han were to be disposed of via the sarlacc, not only did Luke save them all, but she had the personal satisfaction of choking the Hutt gangster to death once and for all.

She tried thinking about Han, about how they had made love after leaving Tattooine. She thought about Luke, back when in her eyes he was only a farmboy turned heroic Jedi, and how she still had residual feelings for him, revelations that he was her brother be damned. None of it was doing anything for her.

She remembered that lurid fantasy she had subsumed herself into. The smiles of those disgusting men around her. How much it had excited her. On top of Jabba's lap slimy lap, his grubby hands feeling all over her naked flesh, she could taste him as if she really was back there so many years ago, and so many dicks around her. She was grateful that none of that had come to pass in reality, and that the closest thing to it was when the bounty hunter Boba Fett who took the smuggler who stole her heart requested her for a show, only for the both of them to quarrel over politics and what justice was in the imperial era. Now the idea of that rotten bastard of a man taking her, along with so many others, was what really made her body tingle now.

“Come on little royal whore. Suck them all off.”

Leia would not worry about the propriety of it. Not when her body was needing satisfaction. She wasted no time in taking one of her breasts into her mouth and sucking on it. She was already well aware of how much more buxom her body had become. Still, she had to admit that they had become so large compared to that time when she had accidentally fantasized about Xizor and found solace in Winter's arms years ago. Things had really changed since then.

Not that that mattered to her. With how she was able to suck on one of her own tits and still high in that sexual fantasy, she was easily able to fantasize about Jabba sucking on that breast. It didn't matter that her tongue was nowhere near the size of a Hutt's. Her mind was making it real.

As soon as she slid a finger into her wet vagina, her entire body shook up. Having just started, it was only seconds before she climaxed so easily. The orgasm was so intense that she almost bit into her breast while in the midst of her release.

She wasn't finished yet either. Thinking that it was going to be a good long while before she arrived, Leia figured she could have some fun to herself. A nice way to pass the time.

However, things wouldn't go quite that way. There was a transmission from overboard. “Princess Leia, please stay where you are! We are being boarded!”

What? That can't be right. She looked up. “What do you mean?”

“We are being attacked by pirates!” Then she heard grunting on the other end.

Another flush attacked her body then. Leia wasted no time in getting herself dressed as best as she could. She was still aroused considerably, her nipples poking through the front of her gown. It wouldn't look too good.

She didn't intend to look good. Underneath the couch where she had driven herself to ecstasy what seemed like an age ago only earlier, was a DH-17 blaster pistol. Leaning down and retrieving it, she quickly made her way out of her cabin.
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The Lusts of Leia