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Jabba the Hutt was celebrating. Boba Fett knew from experience that celebrations at the palace often lingered until well after dawn, with the participants eventually succumbing to exhaustion and falling asleep in the throne room. Of course, he would do no such thing. His only concession to his own weariness was to seat himself in a shadowy alcove where he could keep an eye on the revelers.

The band played on, the singers swapping in and out of sets and pacing themselves for a long night. They brought in some dancers from the harem to perform, but Jabba was far too enamored with his new pet to pay attention. Earlier in the day Princess Leia Organa had entered the palace disguised as a bounty hunter and made a bold claim to the bounty for Solo's Wookiee.

Fett had pointed out to Jabba that it perhaps too much a coincidence for Chewbacca to turn up so soon after the carbonite-encased smuggler had been delivered, so a trap was set and the princess had walked right into it. Her disguise was gone now. For Jabba's amusement she was forced to wear a skimpy costume and a slave's collar around her neck. The Hutt was holding her chain leash now, his tongue hanging out lasciviously while he roughly stroked her rigid limbs.

In spite of being subjected to all manner of lewd suggestions and groping for the past several hours, the Princess remained stone faced and silent. Fett admired her poise, but he knew it wouldn't last. All of Jabba's pets broke eventually. It was distasteful to watch, but he had no sympathy to spare for someone who could have easily avoided such a fate.

His attention was briefly drawn towards the band as Rystall began a lusty solo. The statuesque Theelin had been very flirty lately, but he was still weighing the pros and cons of fucking her. Several years ago ago he'd engaged in a brief affair with one of the palace dancers, only to find out later that Jabba was giving the girl bonuses for keeping him around. Since then he'd avoided any contact with Jabba's other employees.

When his gaze returned to his employer, the princess was gone. It was possible Jabba had allowed her to retire to the harem, but more likely that he'd passed her off to one of his favorites for a while. Working for the Hutt was profitable, but it also meant tolerating practices that Fett himself found to be repulsive. Some movement from the shadows caught his eye, and he lifted his head to see Jabba's majordomo Bib Fortuna coming towards him. He had a chain in his hands and at the end of the chain was Princess Leia.

The bounty hunter cursed under his breath as Fortuna pushed the young woman to her knees in front of him. Her chin was raised scornfully, but she was trembling. The Twi'lek tugged on the chain and addressed Fett. “My Master wishes to reward you for your assistance in capturing the princess." He hissed his next words to the girl. “She will suck your cock or she will feed the rancor."

“I'm not in the mood,” he told Fortuna. “Take her back." Something like surprise flickered in the young woman's dark eyes.

The majordomo froze, his pointy teeth fixed in a smile that was almost a grimace. “You...want me to tell Jabba...you refuse his gift?”

“Tell him whatever you want."

Fortuna stood there for a long, awkward pause, but when the bounty hunter didn't relent, he turned to go. “Wait,” the princess said, grabbing at her collar as the chain jerked tight. She looked up into Fett's helmet and for the first time he saw fear. “I don't want to die." She said through gritted teeth. “Not like that."

Truthfully, Fett had no desire to watch her die. Seeing Oola fed to the rancor was enough senseless barbarism for one day. “Fine,” he growled to Fortuna. “Give me the chain and get lost." He moved his legs apart to make room for the princess and shifted his rifle to the crook of his left arm. “If I feel teeth,” he warned her, “I'll blow your fucking head off."

She swallowed hard and edged closer to him, looking a little baffled by the armor protecting his groin. He let her chain hang over his knee while he unhooked it and set it aside. The princess was as still as stone, and for a moment he wondered if she'd decided to take the rancor over the indignity of sucking him off. Then it hit him. “Fierfek,” he hissed. “You've never done this before."

She didn't look up, but her brows lowered and her jaw tightened. Finally she shook her head.

“Nothing?” He demanded, “not even with your hand?”

She raised her chin and glared at him. “I don't have time for such distractions."

It sounded so much like something he himself would say, Fett was vaguely amused. But mostly he was annoyed, because of all the things he considered doing that night, teaching a fucking virgin to give head wasn't one of them. He looked down at the girl again and was struck by her strength. Her life was hanging in the balance, but she didn't cry or beg or whine. She just knelt there, watching him with those dark, unflinching eyes.

He let go of the chain again and extended his right hand to her. “Give me your hand." Her hand was shaking, and her fingers were stiff. Fett pressed his thumb against the center of her palm, forcing her fingers to curl inward and relax as he moved his thumb in a circular motion. “Do exactly as I say."

She nodded, her teeth pressing into her lower lip. “Are they all watching?” She asked as he pulled her hand toward the flap in his body suit. A bright red blush was rising into her cheeks.

“Not many of them." The enhanced visual display in his helmet made it easy for him to check out their audience. “It's only a spectacle if you make it one." Her fingers were inside his suit now, and they were cold. Fett grimaced and shifted in his seat, and his movement clearly startled her. She took a visible deep breath and brushed her fingers against him. Cold fingers or not, his cock reacted eagerly at her touch. He'd been busy lately. No time to deal with inconvenient physical urges.

He let her explore on her own for a few minutes before putting his hand over hers and releasing his half-erect cock from the confines of the suit. Her eyes widened, and her breathing became a little faster as he squeezed her fingers around the shaft. Fierfek, it felt good. “Harder,” he told her, and she began to stroke him firmly. A fast learner. That was good too.

He was hard now, but she was doing so well he was reluctant to move on to the next step. He rested his gloved fingers at her throat and she flinched but didn't move away. “Stay relaxed,” he advised, tracing the line of her jaw. His voice lowered threateningly. “And remember what I said about teeth."

She nodded and lowered her mouth toward his cock. Her tongue darted out and she licked him experimentally, the unexpected caress nearly destroying his self-control. He wanted to grab that braid in the back of her head and stuff his cock down her throat, but if he did that she might panic and bite down. His free hand curled into a fist and he forced himself to be still. She opened her mouth wide and hovered over the tip. “No,” he snapped, pulling away quickly. “Use these,” he ran his thumb roughly over her lips. “Over your teeth. Tight around it. Understand?”

“I think so." She tried again and did much better. His fingers dropped from her chin to her neck, rewarding her efforts by stroking the delicate skin just below her ear. She took him in further and then pulled back quickly when her gag reflex was stimulated. “Relax,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Breathe through your nose."

“I can't,” she froze, her cheeks crimson. “I can't do this."

Fett could see the panic in her eyes and knew instinctively now was not the time for threats. “Of course you can." He tugged gently on her earlobe. “You were a politician once, this should come naturally to you."

She clearly didn't appreciate the joke, glaring up at him with a mixture of scorn and indignation. “You're scum, Fett."

“But I finish what I start." He leaned towards her. “Now put your mouth around it and suck."

Her eyes were hot with fury now, but she opened her mouth again and let his cock slide in. The bounty hunter shifted a little, pushing deeper towards her throat. Her nostrils flared with effort as she tried not to choke. She was small in stature, he conceded, and had a small mouth. He took hold of the dainty little hand that was currently pressed against his thigh and wrapped it around the base of his cock. It was a method he'd seen other women use while sucking him off, but he thought it might be too advanced for the princess.

To his surprise she caught on quickly. The placement of her hand seemed to give her more control and her suction improved dramatically. He was beginning to enjoy the sight of her kneeling at his feet, as well as the perversely ironic notion that he was her first taste of cock. She was royalty, born into privilege and power, and he was a clone mercenary who made his living hunting sentients even lower on societal food chain.

If not for Han Solo, it was likely their paths never would have crossed. Fett briefly considered going down to the dungeon and thanking the smuggler personally when this was over, but decided against it. That would be making it personal. It wasn't supposed to be personal.

Hot tension was building in his stomach now. He looked at her red lips sliding up and down on his cock and wanted to hold out, make it last a little longer. Her eyes were shut, all of her concentration on her task. Was she concentrating? Or was she imagining that she was pleasuring a smuggler instead of a bounty hunter?

He jerked hard on her braid. Her eyes opened wide with pain, but to her credit, she didn't touch him with her teeth at all. “Hey!” She whispered fiercely. “What did I do wrong?”

“Eyes open,” he demanded, more angry with himself than he was with her. This was stupid. It shouldn't matter to him.

She looked at him for a moment, as if his helmet was going to give her some clue, then she nodded tersely. She dropped her head again and slid her tongue all around his painfully hard cock, glancing up with a wicked little gleam in her eyes that nearly drove him off the edge of sanity entirely. She learned too damn fast.

Fett's grip on the back of her neck tightened and he thrust his cock back in her mouth, swearing under his breath. He had to end this. He was starting to like her.

The princess stiffened, choking a little as he pushed all the way to the back of her throat. Her eyes were bright with determination as she started sucking him even harder than before, letting him fuck her mouth ruthlessly until he slammed into her throat and came hard. He groaned in relief, nearly missing the sight of her trying and failing to swallow. She gagged helplessly and pressed her hand to her mouth as some of his seed dribbled out over her chin.

Fucking beautiful, he thought with satisfaction. He was going to carry that image with him until the day he died. In spite of his contentment, his words were harsh and abrupt. “Clean it off."

The princess looked up at him as if she was sure she'd misheard him. “With what?”

“With your tongue."

His mocking tone made her flush with anger, but she complied. Then the princess wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looking intensely disgusted. He efficiently replaced his clothing and armor, and she started to rise from her knees.

“Wait,” he told her, not that she had any choice because he was still holding her chain. “Stay here for a moment."

“Why?” She snapped, “don't tell me you want to cuddle?”

He tugged on the chain, making it clear that this was not a request. “Sit with me. I'm going to get you drink." Fett caught the attention of one of the serving girls and gave a brief order in huttese.

She swallowed, and he could see how much she wanted a drink, even if she wouldn't admit it. The princess lowered herself awkwardly into his lap, sitting very straight with her hands clasped together. Her cheeks were still flushed, but the color looked good on her. He put his hand on the back of her neck again and felt how fast her pulse was racing. She shifted uncomfortably and he caught a hint of unmistakable feminine arousal in her scent.

For a second he wondered how generous a mood Jabba was in. Maybe he could take the princess back to his room for the night. He had no interest in taking her virginity, but there were many, many other things he could show her how to do. There were things he would like to do to her, if she was willing. The slave girl brought the drink on a tray and offered it to Fett. He took it and gave it to the princess, watching as she sniffed it suspiciously before taking a cautious sip. “What is this?” She finally asked.

“Milk."

“It's blue."

“It's bantha milk." She probably would have preferred water, but milk was more nutritious and filling. “Drink it. You don't know when your next meal will be."

She nodded in resignation and drank all of it, licking her lips clean when it was gone. “Thank you,” she said formally. “Can I go now?”

Fett nodded and motioned to Fortuna, hovering near Jabba as usual. Now that his head was clearing he realized it would be pointless to ask for her company tonight. She wouldn't be willing, and he wasn't so depraved that he would force her. Better to give her back to Jabba and let her continue waiting for her inevitable rescuers. It was only logical that someone of her standing wouldn't be a captive for long.

He watched her stand, her spine straight as a rod, and was forced to reconsider his earlier assessment. She might survive this place unbroken after all. He found himself hoping she would.
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