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.I hated her like this	By : keithcompany Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 10456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I hated seeing her like this.

There had been a lot of women aboard this ship. The Boss used to try to convince his smuggling clients that having women on board would fool Imperial scrutiny. If we could pass as a family, or at least a more eclectic group, they wouldn't spot us as smugglers at first sight.

That meant that Boss traveled with at least one prostitute on every trip, sometimes more. Once, the guys we were sneaking into Delgar were so evil that even they agreed that they looked like wretched, villainous scum. Boss talked fast and we ended up with an entire troupe of strippers to balance out the supercargo.

And any woman boss wasn't using, or about to use, was available for his number one co-pilot. It was really a long string of hot (or at least exotic) babes, right up until she came along.

Odd, too. She went from being a passenger to an employer, to a superior officer to friend to... Oh, I don't know exactly what she was any more. But even though the actual sex on the Falcon went to nearly nothing after her arrival, I generally didn't miss it.

Except now.

It was the most somber transit I could remember the 'Falcon ever making, and a good six-woman orgy would really be welcome.

The kid had some sort of hare-brained plan to rescue the Boss, which seemed overly complicated to me. But the little droid thought it had a good chance to work, so here we were.

Well, some of us. The Kid was off arranging something or other with the droids. Lando was doing front work, which left me and the Princess alone on the ship.

And I do mean I was alone.

She spent her on-shift in the cockpit staring out at the stars. She spent her off-shift in the lounge, staring at the bulkheads. She said please, thank you and excuse me when appropriate. But that was all she said.

I missed the Boss like nobody's business. I should have noticed that. I didn't think about it until she came into the cockpit to relieve me one day.

"I have the watch," she said, like always, but for once she didn't just fall into the pilot's seat. His seat. Instead she leaned down close to me and sniffed my fur.

"Chewie?" she said questioningly, hesitantly. "Do you smell... like Han?" Before I could answer, she pressed her face into my hairy shoulder and nuzzled against me. I froze until she finished. "Thanks," was all she said, then she sat down. I fled.

It was an uncomfortable topic. See, the greater number of animals on Kashyyyk communicate by scent. We used to, but evolved a complex language and lost most of that ability. We had one remnant. If we were separated from our mates, we started to exude their odor.

It told others that we missed [this] person. That we were parted from our mate, not single, and he/she smelled [this] way. There was also a pheromone involved. It ensured that when our mate smelled herself on the wind, she'd be attracted back to us and willingly return.

It wasn't something we thought about, any more than you think about... whichever evolutionary trait you've nearly forgotten, I guess.

This was embarrassing, though. I missed The Boss so much I had started to release [Boss] scent?!?! Enough that even a human nose picked it up! But I swear, I never thought of the Boss that way! And I'll rip the appendages off anyone that says I did.

It was just a freak situation. I was alone, she missed him, I missed him, she was miserable, her misery made me... well, you can see my dilemma.

I couldn't very well tell her that she smelled me because I missed The Boss, who I was NOT gay for. She'd just nod that nearly hairless head and tell me that she never judged another. But she'd think there was competition for his love, which she didn't need right now.

So I sat in my room, trying to think of a way to reprogram the scrubbers. If the little droid were here, he could help me clear the air. Of course, if the little droid were here, the big droid would be here and I'd have to smash the damned thing into pieces.

No ideas came to me before shift change. I wasn't the idea man anyway. Boss was. Or the kid, I guess. Or the little droid.

So I schlepped back into the cockpit. Maybe my hours of worrying had dampened my [Boss].

No such luck. Her eyes went wide as I ducked through the hatch. It hurt. I seldom saw anyone look at me like that, not in 200 years kicking around the place. And now she was doing it, but only because my hormones were confused.

"I, uh, have the watch," I said. "You should... get a lot of sleep. You have to be ready to deal with the Hutt."

I guess I spoke a little louder than usual. She reared back as I roared. But then she was right back, standing in front of me, leaning towards me and sniffing my chest.

"I miss him so, so much, Chewie."

"I know you do," I growled as softly as I could. "I wish I could do something for you."

"Hold me?" she said. Asked. Begged. The Princess was about the size of a child, with child-wide eyes. What could I say? My defenses were useless and I took her into my lap, comforting her like a treeling.

But she wasn't seeking parental comfort.

"Oh, Han," she sighed. She squirmed around in my lap, running her fingers through my hair. Too late, I realized that the [Boss] was not as much of a problem as the pheromones. Double targle!

As she twisted around to straddle my legs, I tried to make my escape. But I was afraid of hurting her, a real fear. Seriously, I didn't want to hurt her for her own sake, plus I knew what Han, Luke and the R2 unit would do to me if I did.

She wasn't as hesitant. The Princess knelt on the copilot seat and rubbed her belly against mine. My Little Wookie started to peep out from hiding.

"Princess! NO!" I coughed, grabbing her wrists and pulling her back. That just gave her leverage to squeeze my legs with her own. She smiled at me, showing all those blunt teeth. "Not a good idea," I said, but I was losing ground quickly.

I squeezed too hard and she winced, twisting her left arm. And the instant I relaxed that grip she was out of it. Her free hand reached to my gut and grabbed my Wookiehood.

I distinctly remember thinking, "Fine. Let's do it. The Boss'll understand." He wouldn't, but I remember that thought.

Her shipboard uniform was a jumpsuit she'd found in the Boss' quarters. I shredded it off of her in two tugs. "Yes!" she cried, rocking backwards. She leaned against the control panel and her feet walked up my chest. I tore her boots off with my teeth.

She reached up to her braids, incidentally arching her back and lifting her breasts. I very gently caressed them in spirals, ending at the simple, bare nipples. They reacted just like anyone's, poking up and begging for attention.

As the strings of hair came free I grabbed her rib cage and lifted her up. Her breasts tasted of Terriak wine and I lapped at them for a while. She moaned and held my head.

Light as a feather, there was no great effort to lifting her higher. I licked my way down her chest, belly, lap, nicking her here and there with a fang. Her legs slid up past my ears and over my shoulder until she could go no higher.

I worried at her pussy with my tongue, opening my mouth wide to cover her entire crotch. She quivered, grabbing cables in the overhead and pushing herself into my face.

She heaved and twisted, spreading her juices over my face and matting my fur. I must have looked like a drowned bantha but grooming would wait. I lowered her back down again, holding her ass just over my lap.

Leia smiled, reached between her legs and grabbed me. My length seemed to give her a second of pause, but we were too far gone to worry about that. She positioned me and I thrust up into her.

Her scream was piercing in the confined space. I felt her scramble, pushing herself up and thought I'd hurt her. But she was pulling herself back down an instant later, screaming again and showing all her teeth in a huge smile.

I grabbed her hips and started to pump her up and down on my cock, slowly at first. When I figured she was adjusted to my size, I sped up as fast as I dared. She shook her head, braids whipping around our faces.

She was as tight as any woman I'd ever had. Except the insectoids I'd had to drill a new hole for, of course. But aside from them, she was hot, soft and slick. I hadn't been inside a woman since we joined the rebellion, so I didn't last long.

After only a few strokes I moved my hands to her waist and pulled her tight against me. She moaned and grabbed fistfuls of fur. I came, howling like a banshee. I let go and relaxed.

The Princess wasn't done, though. She leaned back, bringing her knees together. That gripped my cock, trapping it when it wanted to soften and retract. I gazed across at her, her face lit by the stars outside the windows and the hyperdrive fuel cell status indicators.

She smiled back at me and started to wriggle, just a bit. The attention... well, it got my attention. Every time I softened, the skin slid along inside her, just as soft and slick as before. The feeling was like her pussy was kissing me where I impaled her. Gently sucking and squeezing, without the chafing that a hand would have inflicted just then.

I hardened inside her, far sooner than I'd ever recovered before. She smiled knowingly as she felt me move within her. Where does a princess learn a performance like this? Then she shifted a bit and started pumping herself up and down.

This time it was all for her. I supported her as she used me. I let her move my hands to her breasts and squeezed. I wanted to nibble the nipples but she was too short.

Finally she started hitting me on the shoulders with her fists, gritting her teeth. I held her to me once more and we both came.

I sank down in my seat and we lay there for a minute or two. I was panting like I'd fought a gizzor beast again. I was hot and the room was starting to smell of sweaty Wookie. That never comes out.

Well, she'd showed me her trick, I had one to show her. I gathered her into my arms and stalked through the Falcon. Inside Han's quarters was the only shower on board that fit more than one person. Boss'd paid extra to get that wedged in between the bulkheads.

Now I just stalked in and stood there. Warm water covered us both. She giggled as I got a paw full of soap and washed her off from head to toe. Then it was her turn. You just haven't lived until you've body shampooed a Wookie. We used an entire bottle. The rinse cycle set us both to giggling again.

Then the water stopped and the air dryers kicked on. The Princess started teasingly brushing out my hair in the breeze, then slowed. I sniffed. The [Boss] was gone. I guess the sex fixed it. Well, I certainly didn't miss him any more.

She looked up at me like she hadn't seen me before. With my scent back to normal, the smell of the soap had probably cleared her brain.

Leia stepped away from me and fumbled for a towel. She covered herself and I mumbled an apology. Then I stalked back to my quarters.

I was dry and it was my watch but I wasn't about to leave my room. Not if I had to look her in the eye again. So I sat on my bunk and concentrated on not smelling like anyone but me.

So imagine my surprise when the door opened. She stood in the passageway and offered a tentative smile.

Her hair was done up again. And she looked to be wearing about three layers of clothes. But she was there, and looking me right in the eye.

"Chewie..., I don't know what happened. I think I was going out of my mind over Han. I just... Well, I never planned to take advantage of you like that." I started to protest, to explain whose fault it was. She raised a hand. "Please. I don't... I didn't want to... Well. We shouldn't have done that. And we should never do it again."

She rushed into my room and leaned over to plant a quick, chaste kiss on my snout. "But it was just what I needed. And you were there for me. Thank you." She offered her hand for a shake.

"Friends," I said, taking the hand and shaking. Then I started to stand and take the watch. She grabbed me around the waist for a hug.

"Thanks," she said again.

"We will get him back," I promised her. She nodded.

"I know."
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