Space, The Millenium Falcon
The leering void of the abyss was laid bare before him, stabbed with bleeding pinpricks of light, clinging to life in the great cold emptiness. He saw a faint twinkle ahead, not a star but a glint in his own eye, reflecting against the cockpit window as the various dials and buttons of the Cockpit flashed and pulsed with varying oranges, reds, greens and blues.
"Space..." Luke muttered under his breath, clinging to the two pilot's chairs, gazing over Han and Chewie's shoulders. Bewildered as they sped forward, the bleeps of the Astromech beside him, the distant turmoil of a family squabble, even the sound of his own breath all fading, only his heartbeat ringing in his ears, beholding the sight of it all. He finally left Tatooine.
"I'll take first crack at her Chewie." Suddenly the Smuggler lurched from his chair as it spun slightly, causing Luke to stumble as he clutched to Chewie's chair instead, balancing himself as a Wookiee protested in his ear with a howl.
"Yeah, I know, buddy, but someone has to pilot the ship, don't they? You can have her after." Han offered a smug grin, patting the fuzzball on the shoulder before trying to push past Luke.
"About that." Luke spoke up, reaching a hand up to Han's shoulder, trying to halt him, met then by his cool gaze.
"You reneg' on the payment, I'll reneg' this ship right around planetside kid." Han lifted a hand, jamming a finger in Luke's face, shrugging his hand free.
"I was gonna offer you a better payment." Luke lifted a hand, trying to calm the tensions. Han raised a brow, glancing off down the hall.
"The Daughter?" Han asked, a smirk. "Her tits are great, and she fits well into a pair of pants. But I'm an ass guy myself."
"Even better... R2, play the Vid." He glanced to the Astromech in the frame of the door, who leaned back, sparking a holoprojection to life, of Luke, balls deep inside Ahsoka back in her home, quickly earning a slap on the dome from the frantic farmhand. "No, no! Not that one, the one with the girl!"
"Uh... you know your girl's a whore right?" Han remarked. Luke ignored it, imagining hearing such would probably have even turned Ahsoka on. Suddenly R2 cut the Holo, instead a few whirrs later and a ding. Another played, this time face fucking Dashlaa senselessly on her bed.
"NO... the -other- girl, white dress? Leia?" Luke lamented, burrowing his face in his hands. "Why are you even recording that.."
"Damn kid... you're fucking Momma and Daughter? Got some magic dick or somethin'?" Han scoffed, somewhat impressed, but Luke realised he was also seething with jealousy.
"Don't tell either of them... please." Luke turned, raw sincerity in his voice and pleading in his eyes.
"Depends on this Leia then." He folded his arms, glancing back to the droid. "Hurry up Rustbucket.
Another sharp whirr and loud ding rang out. A holo-display of the Princess, stark naked on the display, the custom software Luke and Dashlaa installed, still doing its thing, displaying Leia in all her artificially revealing detail.
"She's a princess of Alderaan... very rich, very lewd... we're going to meet her, an important mission. You can name your reward with her." Luke glanced up from the Holo, his own hands cupping his crotch, concealing his springing erection sprouting from the mere sight of the royal girl.
Han chewed his cheek, rubbing a hand against his chin. "She's all mine? You're not gonna wave that magic cock of yours around?"
Luke bit his lip. Suddenly he realised he had a tough decision to make. Not one of 'yes' or 'no'. That choice was already made. It was a case of how to say 'no' in a way that Han kept his mitts off Ahsoka and didn't bar him the opportunity to score with the Princess.
"I've got my hands full as you saw. I don't know if I could handle another." He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Fair enough kid... payment on delivery, you better pull through on this though." He lifted that finger again, jamming it up to his face before turning back to the Cockpit and another beastly wail.
"Of course, pal, you know I mean 'us'." Han addressed his co-pilot, setting the course for Lightspeed as Luke departed, patting R2 atop the head, shutting off the Holoprojector and making his way back to get an update on the family quarrel.
As he came around the corner to the Dejarik table, his hand suddenly shot up before him, grasping tight upon a... Hydrospanner?
Luke glanced at the tool, then behind it to Ahsoka, who sat up against the couch, an arm outstretched, having thrown it. He blinked. 'Does she know?' The thought raced through his mind, but he saw her smirk, her slightly glazed but calm eyes, and her drenched, spicy aroma of arousal. Clearly, they had a fight, and Dashlaa must have stormed off... perhaps a few more barbs of 'whore' and 'slut' were thrown around, considering the state Ahsoka was in.
"As I suspected." She called out to him.
"Wh-" He began, stopping as she patted the sofa, beckoning for him to sit. "Are you okay? It got heated back there."
"She just needs time to adjust... her mental image of me has no doubt been shattered. Can take time to heal that." She sighs, resting her arms atop the Holotable. "In the meanwhile, it's time we discuss you... the voices in your mind, your improving instincts... I can sense it within you. It's getting stronger, isn't it?"
"The force?" whispered Luke.
"Your father was... a man of his time, powerful, cunning, skilled. A Jedi like myself. He wielded the force like no other I've known. The things he could do..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes fell shut. Luke sensed pain within her. Pleasure. The nostalgia of fond memories and beneath it... something primal. "Anyway, it appears that power now awakens in you Luke... and as a Jedi, it's my duty to instruct you in it. Ensure you use it effectively and for good." Ahsoka straightened herself up, hands upon her lap now, trying to gain an air of decorum about her.
"And here I thought you'd prefer to call me 'Master'." Luke smirks, spotting the opportunity to try and throw her off. It works like a charm as her eyes widen, her cheeks flush and he feels the warmth of her body radiate several degrees hotter.
"I'd prefer... to give you a very verbose, and thorough thank you for getting me off the Smugglers hook..." and before Luke could offer protest, he was up, being dragged by the hand towards one of the Bedrooms, with the door hissing closed behind them, Ahsoka engaging the lock upon it and pulling him up to meet her lips, oh so vigorously, hot, sweaty, dripping with arousal and cruel memories.
Hyperspace, The Millenium Falcon
Dash was lying in a rather firm, foul-smelling cot as the ship lurched, signalling its leap into Hyperspace. It was hard to get comfortable in such a place, especially considering such discomforting thoughts. It probably didn't help she was flicking through Ahsoka's personnel file from the whorehouse.
'Degradation and Taboo are the only known triggers to ensure a climax from 'Asshoka'.
"Stupid fucking name." She muttered.
'This can be achieved through various means, such as mockery, insult, racist or specist behaviour. Physical pain such as spanking, pinching, electrocution, asphyxiation or other similar applications of force.'
Dash could only imagine the sick, depraved things her mother did for mere Credits. She felt only a sliver of sympathy, some of the things she read sounded rather... intriguing. She couldn't deny half of it would turn her on all the same, but she'd never do it for money.
She flicked over another page, quickly squishing her findings down against her chest with a sharp gasp, a bright blue flush flowing over her cheeks, processing just what she saw. With a slow swallow of her throat, and a guilty glance around the room, she carefully lifted the file once more, to peek at the contents. A large portrait photo, of a whore, a Togrutan whore, entirely nude, two hands gripping her horns, and a thick bulge in her throat, her face half obscured, buried in the crotch of some unknown man, behind her, her ass was pressed firmly against the hips of a human, who seemed to be smashing his palm down against her ass, currently burning a bruised mix of blue and red and orange. Her mother, getting spit-roasted for the camera, gargling back on a flowing load of cum, oozing from her nose and lips.
"Choke on it bitch..." Dash moaned quietly to herself, the words seemed to make her stomach flutter in a strange sense of pleasure... no, it wasn't the words. It wasn't her stomach, it was lower. She blinked, only feeling now the heat in her crotch, the soft, wet squish of her cunt, tightly gripping around her fingers, pumping unconsciously against herself.
"Hrng... gods..." She thought of Luke, ramming himself into her, calling her the exact same words she just uttered. 'Your entire species are cum-dumps, just like your disgusting mother'. Her back arched, her thighs clenching tight around her palm as she squirmed.
"Ghck ghck ghck!" Came a choking gag, married with a mix of meaty slaps and grunts, snapping Dash clean out of her fantasy. Frozen upon the bed she set the file aside, looking around the room. Nothing. Focusing she heard something wet... and another choking moan.
She glanced to her left, in the far corner of the room there was a small vent, likely leading to the Atmo-generators, the sounds of a woman, choking, moaning, the fresh hot ripple of skin on skin could be heard slapping through it.
"Mom... you- fuck-." Dash's mind was flooded with the mental image of her mother, sprawled over the bed in the adjacent room, that Smuggler balls deep in Ahsoka's throat, the Wookiee raw dogging his red rocket into her plump, jiggling ass. Whoring herself out for a trip to Alderaan.
Dash leaned back against the mattress wall, pumping her digits, deep between her pussy lips, drooling a steady stream of Togrutan fuck juices down to the floor as she bit her lip, her other hand firmly grasping a soft breast, twisting her own nipple as she moaned Lukes name into the air, the reek of the cum-stained cot, the moans of her spit-roasted mother
Her eyes opened to look at the picture, pumping deeper, faster as she watched her mother spit-roasted in the still before her, hearing her degrade herself in the next room. Imagining that she was next, the Smugglers would hear her, open the door, hold her down and use her just the same. 'Or what if they want more than one round... what if Luke's there too, waiting his turn on the system's Speederbike.'
"I'm a fucking slut... use me, empty your balls into your Alien Cumdump." Ahsoka purred through the vent.
"Yeah you fucking are..." Whispered Dashlaa, her eyes drooping half-lidded as she slurred the words, pumping her own fingers once more beneath her pants, spreading her own drooling cunt to the thought of Luke, balls deep inside her mother, strangling her, spitting in her mout-. "Hrnngg!" Dashlaa moaned, burying her face into her arm, muffling her scream as she felt her hips shake, her stomach quivering as she squirted, a torrent of juices spraying over her hand, soiling her pants and draining down her thighs.
Ahsoka's own moans rippled through the vents, unhindered and as raw as the cock pummeling into her cunt, Luke muffled as his lips were locked to hers, her legs folded behind her head atop a desk, pinned up to the wall as Luke's balls churned, and pumped, load after load of thick lumpy cream into her most valuable asset.
Dash could smell it already, a fresh load seeping through the vent, the whole damn ship might taste of it now. She almost didn't mind, it tasted just like Luke.
She sighed, sitting upright in the puddle of her mess, another new stain to add to the bed, she grumbled rolling from the cot and pulling her pants on, not much caring to clean herself off, happy to bask in her own mess. She'll stink, but her mother has taught her a valuable lesson, and she was gonna rub it back in her face.
'She wants to be a whore, then so shall I.'
Leaving behind the stink, the mess, and the erotic incestual thoughts, she rounded the corner and strayed towards the Cockpit.
'If she gets to fuck anyone she wants without a care in the world, then Luke's gonna park his cock in my fucking pit.'
"Get ready to park your cock in my pi-." She declared, stepping through the door into the Cockpit, met with two pairs of surprised, but curious eyes.
Han and Chewie glanced at Dash, then at each other. "Togrutan cunt is back on the menu?"
"How'd you get here so fast? You were both -balls deep- in Mo-." She froze, noting the lack of a third starstruck moron, gazing into the endless horizons of Hyperspace.
"Luke?" She whispered, suddenly lurching to the side, slamming into the wall as the ship dropped from hyperspace.
"Debris! We've flown right into a damn asteroid field!" Han exclaimed, his thoughts turned far from getting his dick wet, both him and Chewie thumping on controls, pressing buttons and getting control back of the ship, several more chunks of rock manifested before them as they fell from Hyperspace, shields down and surrounded by giant, molten chunks of rock.
"How'd you lightspeed us into a fucking Asteroid field?!" Dash cries out, thrown to the floor and grabbing onto a chair to steady herself.
"I didn't you little bitch! We dropped out in the Alderaan system." Han called back, followed by a roar from the Wookiee as the ship lurched around a small moon-sized chunk of rock. "I don't know where it is, it's gone! Not showing up on any scanner, just a damn debris field!"
"How can a planet be 'gone'?" Dash shot back, strapping herself into the chair, turning to view a series of monitors just behind Han, some of the equipment seemed familiar enough to her. Comm scanners, atmospheric readers, life readers.
"I don't know kid, all I know is this is Alderaan, and suddenly there's an uncharted Asteroid field!"
They were interrupted by two new voices.
"What's going on?!" Yelled Ahsoka, stood in the doorway as she pushed Luke inside and towards the fourth chair.
"As I told Jr. over here, the planet is gone, we're definitely in the right place, and there's no Alderaan."
"What about that? Is that it?!" Luke called out, pointing towards the glass. "That small moon up there!"
"Alderaan doesn't have a moon..." Han responded, the ship rising higher above the debris field, clearing most of the danger but still, he remained cautious.
"That's no moon... it's a space station." Ahsoka spoke, leaning in, her arms wrapped around either chair beside her. Her hand upon Luke's shoulder, squeezing it lightly. Her other upon Dashlaa's quickly shoved off by her daughter, who avoided any kind of eye contact.
"Too big to be a space station." Han shook his head as he piloted towards the Moon's direction, anything was better than staying anywhere near this field. He hated asteroids.
As they approached, the object grew, and grew rapidly. Closer than they realised as detail came to life, strange carvings upon its surface, the soft glow of a million blinking lights and windows and debris. No, not Debris. Fighter wings!
Suddenly the ship lurched once more, alarms began blaring, Han and Chewie both struggling with the controls and yet the ship wouldn't budge, instead it continued towards the station.
"They got us in a tractor beam!" Han lept up from the chair, making his way for the door. "Chewie arm up!"
"Arm up, do you SEE the size of that thing?!" Dash called down the hallway to the Captain.
"Only you and your mother get hot under the collar at the size. Me? I ain't going down without a fight."
"You cannot win, but there are alternatives to fighting." Ahsoka rested a hand atop Han's shoulder as he brandished two small Scatterguns, offering her a curious look.
The Bridge, The Death Star
The gentle burst of Turbolaser fire, crashing against distant chunks of what once was beautiful, laid to ruin reflected of the hateful red lenses of the Dark Lord's helmet. His slow mechanical rasping the only sound above the occasional hushed whisper of an officer, or the indication of a signal sent to or from one of the many scanners upon what could best be called a 'bridge' upon the battle station was heard.
There was more to be heard, but Vader didn't hear it, he couldn't hear it. He was hearing something else entirely before his senses came back to him.
"My lord, a scan of the ship has shown no signs of occupants; it may have just been a drifting direct or an astroid miner, its crew still stranded out there now."
"There were life forms aboard the ship when it came in, send scanners down and tear that ship apart, I want the occupants found now!" His voice raised to an unexpected bark towards the end, catching the attention of the Skeleton in the corner.
"Vader, leave the ship to those assigned, you have other duties to attend to in the Brig." Tarkin spoke up, typing upon a Dataslate next to a retinue of Ensigns.
"You've played your card to soon Grand Moff. The prisoner is useless to us now, she'll never talk after witnessing this." Vader turned, cape billowing as he strode towards the door with heavy footfalls.
"Then we'll dispose of her, where are you going?" Tarkin finally lifted his head from the documentation. Destroying a planet had an odd amount of reports required.
"That ship... I sense a presence. One I've not felt since-" His voice cut short, trailing off. Tarkin suspected his air of drama once more rearing its head, Vader however found his voice cut short, wrought with pain as he felt that presence stirring within him. And stirring in the one place what hurt the most to get a sudden rush of blood...
Docking Bay 327, The Death Star
"Comms are down, get out there and see what their issue is." The officer glanced back from the hangar viewport, peering across the communications desk to his subordinate Stormtroopers, stepping up to the secure door and releasing the lock. Then blinking in disbelief as he sees him hurled halfway across the room, colliding with an adjacent wall.
Before his pistol could be raised he found himself hovering, floating in the air suspended by an invisible force, before he too was slammed into the very same wall.
Chewie and Ahsoka strode into the room, having dispatched the watch, quickly followed behind by Dash, Luke and Han. 3PO and R2 bringing up the rear. The Astromech needed no order before he was slicing into the communications desk and database of the space station.
Luke and Han, clad in two Stormtrooper uniforms pulled their helmets off, sealing the door behind them. "Come on Dustbucket, get those tractors off and lets get out of here." Called Han, peering carefully out the viewport. No sign of any other guards.
A few whirrs and beeps from R2 signalled to everyone but Luke the poor news.
"I'll take care of them then, you all wait here." Ahsoka stated, clad in a dark grey robe covering her which she pulled up over her head, two small holes cut in to fit her Montrals through.
"Oh sure, wait around while you fuck off galavanting, same as always." Spat Dash, turning to stick herself into the Comms unit alongside R2.
Luke looked to Ahsoka, both confused by her departure and sympathetic to the almost hidden look of hurt from her daughter's words. Not hidden enough, as he noticed it creep behind her lips.
"Where are you going?" Luke took a tentative step towards her as she passed him, heading for the other door. Dash caught this from the corner of her eye, shaking her head, cursing under her breath.
"We can't disable the Tractor beams from here, they need a control panel elsewhere. I'll disable the ship and then comm you all when it's done." Ahsoka responded, keeping her gaze from Luke. Before he could respond, she left with an order. "Wait here, and keep this door shut until you hear back from me."
"Don't gotta tell me twice Sweetcheeks." Said Han, slumping into a chair next to Dash, kicking his feet up onto the console, offering her a sly smirk as Ahsoka stepped through the door, and just as it closed he asked "How do you suppose we pass the time?"
Dash glanced up from the screen, glancing to Han. For the briefest of moments she had considered it. Looking then to Luke, returning from the door, her mental image of her getting spit-roasted by the smugglers flashed again in her mind. Her arousal was only beaten by how much the idea sickened her. The face she made to Han was enough to answer his question in full.
"Jeez, I was kidding. Lighten up." Han rolled his eyes, glancing up to Chewie staring back almost judgementally. "Hey you wanted to fuck her too fuzzball."
They argued in a cacophony of howls and jibes towards one another, Luke disregarding the banter as he focused on Dashlaa. She felt off to him. As the room grew quieter in his mind, her presence grew louder to him, he could smell her. Hear her breathing, hear the faint mutterings of her mind creep against his ears.
"BEEP!" Rang out R2, silencing them all and dragging Luke out of his little trance.
"Found who?" Cried 3PO, glancing down at the Astromech.
A few more whirrs and beeps.
"What Princess?" Asked Dash
R2 then released a singsong tune of whirs, beeps and boops.
"What's he saying?" Luke asked, Han and Chewie seemed to disregard the information, Dash just seemed confused by it.
"Princess Leia is located within this station. Level 5 Detention Block 'AA-23'."
"The Princess is hear? We have to rescue her!" Luke exclaims, grabbing his helmet, pulling it back on.
"Woah woah woah, what do you mean we? You heard the harlot, we're staying here 'till my ship is free." Han raised his hands, sitting upright in the chair as he spun towards Luke. Chewie seeming to roar in agreement with the Captain. Dash turned, folding her arms beneath her chest, staring up at Luke in curious silence.
"Don't you care about anyone but yourself?" Luke sighed, shoulders slumping.
"Hey there's one way to survive and thrive in this galaxy, and that's taking care of number one. Me. I feel a strange sense of empathy with your desire to go and save the girl, and a small degree of resentment at your greed outweighing mine..." He spat back, the last comment furrowing Dash's brow to a more angry stare at the Farmhand, something Luke noticed. "...but I ain't going up against a whole Battlestation just to rescue a piece of ass."
Dash was kicking herself in her own head. 'Does everyone know Luke is fucking us both except me?!' She screamed to herself. 'Does... mom?' Her rage subsided, replaced by a mix of twisted arousal, and horror at the arousal as the image of her and her mother, lips wrapped around Skywalker cock, together. As gone as it appeared.
"She's rich." Luke tried, leaning in slightly to Han.
"How rich?"
"She's a Princess isn't she, has a whole planet of wealth to her name. Have you ever heard of a poor princess?" Luke teased, convinently leaving out that her wealth was just outside, the station, borderline atomised.
"Then I assume you've got a plan to get through the station? We'll need Chewie to stand any chance of surviving a firefight, and I ain't leaving your girlfriend and 'Mom' alone with my ship." Han rose to his feet, arms at his hips, pacing slowly through the room, actually seeming to consider the idea. "There's no armour to fit them either, and the Empire will very quickly notice a Walking Carpet and a Togrutan Tomboy in an officer's uniform."
Luke glanced down to the Stormtrooper duty belt he had strapped to him, pulling up a set of Stuncuffs from his belt, glancing towards Dash, who in turn met his gaze, her eyes widening ever so slightly as she saw a mischievous smirk upon his lips.
They walked side by side in tandem, Luke and Han trying their best to pull off a Stormtrooper with a syncronized march. Luke kept tripping it up however, Han seemed familiar enough with marching, even when lugging around a Wookiee in Stun-Cuffs. He knew just when to salute, indicating to Luke when to likewise salute a passing officer, and frankly just one to many introspectives on the Empire than Dash was comfortable with staying silent on.
"I was never a Stormtrooper, I was Imperial Army if you must know." Han hissed from under his helmet as they all stood next to the elevator, the topic dropped as soon as it had been raised by the Togruta. Her hands bound tight behind her back. It frustrated her, not being able to fiddle or grab or stuff her fingers in her pockets. It excited her just a little too. Being paraded about in cuffs in front of onlooking imperials.
Occasionally she slowed her pace as they approached another pair of Stormtroopers, enough that Luke behind her would be forced, as they had agreed to give her a firm shove forward with the butt of his blaster against her back. Each time earning her a whispered "Sorry" after any onlooker had passed.
It warmed her heart a little, even if it was full of rage towards the boy. While she enjoyed the attention and the teasing, the idea of being in cuffs led by Luke in a Trooper uniform. To glance back and actually see him checking her ass out as they walked, it pissed her off just a little bit more. To have her and her mother, it was greed, and it was secrecy and lies.
The Elevator was silent. At least for Han and Chewie who pretended not to hear the two beside them, only sharing the occaional awkward glance between one another through the visor of the helmet.
"Is it because her tits are bigger? Because she's got better abs? She's taller? Older is that it?" Dash spat at the closed doors in front of her as they rose through the floors.
"Nothing like that Dash! It's- you're beautiful, I'd n-" Luke tried to explain, but any attempt was shot down and cut short by the furious, cuffed, Mechanic.
"Oh she's a whore! She sucks you off better is that it?! Is my mouth not good enough? You fuck her in the ass too? Is it tighter than mine?" She thrusts back against him, pinning him up against the wall behind them. "You like watching her whore ass bounce on your cock is that it? You get bored and you go balls deep in her daughter in the next room huh?" She growled, grinding harder and harder against the crotch of his Trooper uniform.
"Dash plea-" He pleaded, not making any actual effort to push her away, he was fighting a losing battle within himself as he felt her mellon crushing thighs squish against his, and her beautiful bakery squish tight upon his balls. Their survival only thanks to the armour he had donned.
Han swallowed, as did the thunderous gulp sound of Chewbacca's similar predicament.
"Pumping your two alien sluts full of fucking farmer cum, leaving them begging, starving until your next visit. Pounding one brainless at work, and the other mindless at home. Bet you fucking imagined both of us at the same time at home didn't you?" Dash snarled, groaning all the while, her eyes were closed, Luke was growing wise that this wasn't infact a reprimand. He played along, finally thrusting back against her, pushing her forward up against the door of the Elevator.
"So what if it is bitch. So what if that's what I want, to shove my cock, balls deep down your whore mothers throat, while you gargle on them from below?" Luke likewise tried to snarl back, it was mildly convincing. Han could tell he was faking the attitude, admirable as it was.
"When your holes are all used up, but I've got more cum left, you think I'm gonna wait for you to clean out your filthy alien cunt? Your mom's will do just fine." Luke reached a hand out, grasping the Stuncuffs and pulling them up, lifting her to stand upright as he pressed her up against the door firmly now, helmet resting on her shoulder as his hips kept thrusting against her, grinding his codpiece against her stained pants. "And when I'm done, I'm gonna watch you scoop it out of her pussy with your own tongue. You'll make eachother cum for my entertainment, won't you?"
"Nghhh..." Was all Dash could utter as she shook and convulsed, a soft dribbling of water on metal could be heard as Luke saw a puddle forming around her feet, she'd pissed herself when she came, her whole body seeming to seize against him. Glancing down he saw his hands around the chain of the stun-cuff.
Only now did it click to him as he saw they were activated, electrocuting her all the while his hips were thrusting up against her ass.
It was only then he glanced to the right, the elevator was silent. The doors were open, he was greeted by the sight of several imperial officers all staring wide-eyed into the Elevator, meanwhile he was grinding up against a shivering, shaking, orgasming Alien cracking the armour around his cock between her leather-clad cheeks.
The silence persisted for a few moments longer, only the soft hum of distant reactors, and the splash of juices on the floor of the Elevator.
And then the violent Eruption of blaster fire.
Ahsoka leaned against the wall of the Tractor hall, she was hit with a bout of nausea. Teetering her balance so suddenly as she felt a chill run along her spine, her senses almost overloading as a variety of information passed through her.
Her mind flodded with the echo of ecstacy, her thighs growing wet with each step, the image of Luke, angry and horny, grinding hard against... there was something else. Behind it all, so familiar... yet so hateful and strange. Luke... but...
She gasped as she climaxed, falling to her knees as she stepped through the door, onto a bridge overlooking a cooling shaft. Crawling on hands and knees she hurried forward, to the small reactor the bridge passed by, creeping around it as she slumped down, sitting against it and huffing deep. Her pussy was aching, pulsing, still oozing and dribbling, with every graze of fabric against it, she felt herself fading. Her mind going numb, her tongue slowly slipping from between her lips as she glanced up to a dark, strange figure in the reccesses of her mind. She leaned in to take his cock between her lips as she rapidly began stripping herself.
Her senses shot back to her as she nearly teetered off the edge of the bridge, grasping onto the ledge in the nick of time, pulling herself back up again and heaving deeply. She was alone, half-naked. Yet alone.
She climbed back to her feet, leaning upon the console as she began fidgiting with the controls. She felt the pulse tickle through her womanhood once more, running up along her belly, over her breasts, her nipples rock hard in the cold air of the cooling tunnels. Her mind fighting a struggling battle between duty, and submission. She knew exactly what this was, and they had to leave sooner rather than later.
He was here.
Han was yelling down the Radio as Chewie was shoving corpses out of their path, piling them up in front of the elevators they had come from as a makeshift Barrier. Luke was awaiting 3PO's report over the commlink as he watched Dashlaa, sitting in the corner of the room, her face as blue as a berry. A flustered Togrutan, terrified to make eye contact with anyone else in the room just now.
"Cell 2187 Master Luke." 3PO's voice rang through the Commlink. Luke then stepped forward, kneeling down before Dash, lifting a hand up slowly to cup her chin and lift it.
"Take this, and get ready." He then handed her one of the fallen troopers E-11 blasters. "We'll need to leave quickly, and I want you with me when we do."
She offered him a soft smile, encouraged to carry on, bigger issues at hand. There would be time eventually to discuss just what happened.
He ran off, leaving her with the Smugglers, both of whom had been angling their hips at strange angles, trying to conceal the results of what Luke and Dash's little exchange had upon themselves.
Luke stood before the door, 2187. This was it, the Princess herself.
He remembered in a flash, the first day he had seen her. Porcelain white skin, beautiful dark hair, a small frame hidden under a long, draping robe that did little to hide the fact she clearly wasn't wearing underwear.
Who did in space, or at least around Luke.
She was so soft spoken, so vunerable but assured in her tone, he was finally going to meet a princess.
The door hissed open.
"So what limp dick mindless fuck beast have you raked up this time Vader." Came a crude, shakey, crass voice from within.
Stepping inside Luke glanced across the cell, where mounted upon the wall, hands above her head bound at the wrist. Knees hiked up to either side of her head and spread wide. Her full naked form on full display from the hourglass curves of her waist, the puffy white labia swollen red and plump, packed deep with multiple void-black, thrumming dildoes hooked to a powerpack on the floor. Her small breasts with pink nipples each with two painful-looking steel clamps, hooked to the very same powerpack, she seemed to be shivering at first glance, Luke quickly deduced it was instead electronic convulsions as her tits were being taxed for God know's just how long, and an ass squished up tight to the wall, putting to rest the myth that Alderaan had no moons.
It had two, and they both belonged to Leia, both orbiting another huge green dildo lodged deep within.
"Oh boy, I get to fuck a midget, beats a fucking KX-unit at least." She shuddered, her mouth drooling and slobbery, eyes red with tears. "Alright shorty, do your best please... wanna die with at least one good fuck under my belt." She slowly rolled her head, a deep emasculating crack was heard in it as she stared through the visors, right into Luke's soul, almost causing him to drop his blaster. As he glanced along her pale, ghostly white skin, lined with various scars, some seemed older, healed over. Blades, burns and the likes, those of a fighter, a rebel. Other ones looked much fresher, red healing scars and skin scratches, as if she had been whipped naked against the wall, beat with paddles and a riding crop.
"I-" Luke hesitated, for a brief moment he wondered how much time they had, glancing her up and down, his cock still throbbing from his 'incident' in the elevator. The thought faded faster than it manifested as he shook his head. "I'm Luke Skywalker, and I'm here to rescue you." He said, pulling his helmet free and tossing it aside. Stepping up to begin unfastening her by her arms first, then her neck, th-.
With her arms and neck freed, she leaned in, wrapping him up by his shoulders and shoving her lips against his, stuffing her tongue into his mouth as he froze, then summarily melted in her arms, forgetting to continue uncuffing her. Right up until she had her hands on his belt, and suddenly he had a pistol against his chest.
She stared at him, keeping him at gunpoint as her other hand reached up, unfastening her knees from either side of her. Her flexibility was incredible, if not terrifyingly inhuman as she descended from the wall, pushing Luke backwards through the room towards the door.
"What kind of trick is this, send a Rookie in to watch me kill him? You getting off on snuff now you sick fucks?!" She yelled out into the hall, blinking as she was responded to by a hail of blasterfire, exchanging down the hallway. "What is that?"
"The rest of the rescue party." Luke answered, his arm yanking suddenly, ripping all three of the writhing, vibrating rubber cocks out of her abused holes, she act almost causing her to drop the pistol and collapse to her knees entirely as she held tight against him, howling out into the air as a thick splash of her juices splattered against the floor and her trembling feet. Quickly she regained her footing, ripping the nipple clamps free as she met his gaze.
Leia stared at him for a second longer, before reluctantly accepting his word as truth, lowering her pistol as he led her out, into the firefight.
Dash, Chewie and Han were pinned up against bulkheads, firing down at a swarm of Stormtroopers, filling the elevator room.
"You took your fucking time!" Han glanced over to Luke, spotting the nude Princess, and staring incrediously.
Leia stared at him in awe. "Shoot the fucking Blaster!"
Han snapped out of it, firing down the hall once again.
"Where's the exit?" Leia yelled over the gunfire, taking cover behind Chewbacca.
"They're blocking it!" Dash yelled back, firing her own stream of support down the hall, nailing a trooper rescuing the one Han just downed.
"This is some rescue!" Leia chidded, reaching over to grab Han's blaster, ripping it from his hands and blasting a shot directly into the grate beside him, showering them with chunks of metal.
"Are you crazy?!" Han yelled back, having the blaster shoved back into his hands, firing a few more shots down the hall.
"I'm escaping! Feel free to join or stay and die!" She yelled before leaping down through the grate into the darkness.
Han was about to curse her to Luke before he watched the boy leap in without a seconds hesitation, followed much the same by Dashlaa.
He stared at Chewbacca, resigning to jump in himself only to be met with a howl of hesitation from the beast. "Get in there, I don't care how it smells!" He unloads a series of rapid shots down the hall, expending the power-pack as Chewie hesitates halfway inside the grate, only to be met with a boot up the ass as Han encourages him deeper. Sending them both flying down the chute. And splashing into a foul pool of sludge, water and scrap.
He's smelled worse, he's smelled far better.
Luke was searching through the mess, helping Dash up to her feet and cleaning her off from some of the mess staining her clothes. Ignoring the spat between Han and Leia as they screamed flaming hot ego at one another.
"Smells like piss in here." Sighed Dashlaa, shaking her head, shaking her hands trying to free them of some of the grime.
"Don't act like you don't enjoy it slut." Whispered Luke, prodding lightly at her belly as he smirks, earning him that familiar deep inhale from her nose anytime he poked the right button.
Their moment was drowned out by a deep rumbling groan around them as the room trembled, each of them falling still.
Luke only caught the tail end of the face-off between Han and Leia as he turned, spotting a door, calling through the commlink to 3PO, ordering him to open the door up.
No response. Chewie and Han then pushed through the water, trying to find a way of opening up the hatch. Leaving Dash and Leia behind them as they scrambled.
"I didn't get your name." Leia asked, hands on her hips, eyeing the Togruta up and down so shamelessly.
"Dashlaa."
Leia stared for a few moments, squinting. "Have we met before?"
"I don't think so." Dash shook her head lightly.
"You look familiar." Leia pondered, shrugging it off before stepping towards the men, fumbling with the door.
Dash would have stepped forward too, but her feet were not her own for a few seconds, caught around a cable beneath the water. She kicked against it, trying to free herself from its bind before she felt it squeeze, she inhaled, ready to yell out.
Feeling a sudden tight grip wrap around her throat, it was a yell that never came as she saw it hover infront of her, a thick, throbbing tenticle rising from the waters, diving straight down her throat as two more grabbed her arms, another two grabbing her ankles, pulling harshly as they dragged her under the water with a splash.
The group turned, Dashlaa was nowhere to be seen, only the rippling of the water where she once stood.
"Dash?!" Luke called out, stepping away from the door, splashing around in the water.
"Kid!" Han yelled, likewise poking around the waters next to Luke, trying to find her, to no avail.
Suddenly with a sudden spray of murkey water she reappeared, her jacked ripped open, leather pants torn asunder. Suspended in the air by her arms and legs all bound tight in various tenticale appendages, more of which were invading her throat, and ramming deep between her legs, stuffing her asshole, every rapid thrust earning her another choked scream into the air.
"DASH!" Luke and Han yelled aloud.
Chewie let free a roar, charging into the water to grab at the tenticles, biting and clawing.
Leia simply grinned, stepping into the water towards the action, where the other three pulled, bit and clawed at the Dianoga beast violating the Togruta. Leia stepped between her suspended, trembling legs, stuffing her face into her exposed, unoccupied cunt, shoving her tongue deep inside.
Dash stared wide-eyed with a mix of fear and mindless pleasure down at Leia who gazed back through half lidded eyes as she slurped and suckled messily at the thrashing, defenceless Mechanic. Her actions earned mixed reactions from the others in the room.
"Now's not the fucking time Leia!" Yelled Luke, firing his blaster into the opaque water, trying to hit whatever lay beneath it, soon joined by Han while Chewie kept ripping at the Tenticles, unable to get a good enough grip to do much damage.
"Mwhh watch 'dish." Muffled Leia, suckling deep upon Dashlaa's only free hole. Luke was unsure exactly what she just did with her tongue, but with a light maneuver of her head, Leia had done something for certain. Dash's thrashing and screaming increased tenfold, Luke knew she had just climaxed but it seemed more intense than he had ever seen, her muscles bulged thicker than he had ever seen as her ass clenched, a deep pained roar sounded from beneath the water as the invasive beast retreated, pulling its tentacles free from her, releasing her arms and legs, letting her drop back into the water.
Luke fished an arm inside, grabbing at her, hoisting her up by her arm enveloping it over his shoulder, holding her close and gazing into her eyes.
They seemed almost empty, delirious in a 'fucked brainless' kind of way.
"They don't stop until their mate climaxes, allows for better breeding. I just helped our friend here along." Leia explains herself, licking some of the mess off her lips, wiping the rest of Dash's girlcum from her face.
"How can this shit get any worse." Luke sighed, giving Dash a little shake, trying to snap her back to reality. Suddenly he was met with an answer as a deeper, mechanical growl was heard around them, hydraulics pressurising.
"It just got worse." Han grumbled.
"I think you mean better." Dash slurred with a soft giggle.
Suddenly a large crack rang through the air as upon either sides, the walls began to close upon them.
"Garbage masher!" Han yelled aloud, turning to run back for the door, smashing a hand against it. "Chewie help me break this damn thing down!"
"3PO shut off all the Garbage mashers on the detention level!" Luke yelled into the Commlink, Leia leaning in to hoist up Dash's other arm around her shoulders, her face growing more stern, serious now that the stakes were suddenly so very real.
Luke's pleading continued, yelling over and over, time and time again into the Commlink to seemingly no avail, the walls growing closer and closer.
"Are we dying?" Dash murmured, her breathing slow, resting her head against Luke's shoulder.
"No, we're getting out, right 3PO?" Luke yelled once more.
"I don't wanna die with us at odds." Dash spoke once again, turning her head up towards him.
"We're not dying Dash." Leia assured her, saying nothing in regards to the wandering hand the Togruta displayed, grasping Leia's bare breast as she gazed upon Luke.
"I don't care that you fucked my mom... if that's what makes you happy, I'd help you fuck her, fuck as many women as you wanted to."
Luke's yelling halted as she spoke, turning to look down at her, resting upon his shoulder.
"I love you." She whispered, over the volume of the hydraulic compressors hissing closer and closer towards them. "As much as I think you're an idiot, and how angry you make me. I love you."
Luke was wordless, unsure of how to respond to this rather unexpected, sudden and entirely out of place confession. That Diaonga may have done more damage than they'd care to admit, she might be simply oxygen starved.
"Time and a fucking place!" Leia and Han yelled in unison, as Han ripped the Commlink from Luke's grasp. "3PO, GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE."
With his forceful bellow and a roar from Chewbacca, there came a screeching halt. The walls now beginning to retract, much to the bellows of joy from the group, suddenly the door swishing open, revealing their path to freedom.
Ahsoka crept through the corridors, slowly making her way back to the ship, every few corridors she found herself unsteady, weak and nauseous. It was nothing short of a miracle or the will of the force that she had not run into anyone just yet. Infact it began to seem a little suspicious at this point.
'If it wasn't for that baby, you'd be earning me credits in the lower levels already.'
The old words rang in her mind... his words, the last thing he had ever told her before...
SMASH. Her fist slammed against the wall, the force enhanced blow crushed the plate in against itself, rippling out and shattering a few yards of metal and light, leaving her in a small shadow of darkness as she snarled, she didn't want to think about it. She couldn't think of anything else, it was in her mind, her soul. The very fibre of her being.
He made sure he ingraned the control deep.
She carried forward, teeth clenched, robes bound up tight after their accident earlier, it did little to comfort her, she could still feel her moist, squishy thighs rubbing against one another as her spine tingled with every step. This mindless, endless pleasure. She had spent so long escaping it, only to climb back into the maw of it again.
Soon she would be free of it again, turning towards the Hangar corridor, tractor beam offline and they're all free to g-.
"It has been a while, Padawan." A deep, robotic voice crept out of the shadows, into the hallway. A spike of searing pain shot through her spine, as if she just got punched hard in the back, it almost floored her but she stood fast, catching herself and drawing her sabers. With a flash they ignited, spinning to meet the downward slash against her.
They locked eyes, her terrified but fierce blues, his empty, souless red lenses.
"Vader." She spat up at him, and just as he lifted his sabre to strike again, she pushed against the floor, flipping backwards through the air, putting distance between themselves, dodging his next strike.
"Here to return my plans to me?" Vader hissed through a long mechanical gasp, slowly stepping towards her.
"Here to return you to the grave you crawled out of." She spat back, leaping forward to overhead strike, her second blade reaching out to catch his counter, failing to match the strength and instead she was parried back, moving with the motion as she flipped to the side, kicking off the wall to try and leap behind him, slashing at his back, instead she found her face met with a hard, mechanical fist as she lept, flooring her.
She lay on her back, a trickle of blue blood pouring from her nose, lifting both her sabers to block a downstroke from the Sith Lord, struggling to push it back as the red plasma grew closer and closer to her neck.
"Surrender now and I'll allow you to live." Vader offered, still pushing down against the saber. It was clear he was toying with her, messing with her mind.
"I'd rather fuck a Dianoga." She yelled, swinging her leg up, cracking it against the side of his helmet with enough force to send him reeling, a shatter of glass hitting the floor as she lept up, defensive, expecting a counter attack.
"Ahsoka... I can arrange that you know." He rounded, pale ruined skin peered out from the smashed lens on the left side of his helmet, a yellow eye of pure rage glowing through the darkness cast by the socket.
Before she could retort, she found herself breathless, his hand raising to clutch her throat in a force choke. She wanted to resist it, to dispell the control with a burst of her own power, a heavy shove against him. She couldn't. The tight squeeze, the lack of control, the desperate gasps and tears welling in her eyes. His smell... Anakin. Anakin starving her of air, two hands clasping upon her horns as her chokes become gags, a force ramming down her throat. She crumpled to her knees, clutching at her throat, all she had to do was submit... she could return to it, return to pleasure, return to cock, return to Anakin.
"Mom!" The voice rang through the corridor, to her right the open blastdoors of the hangar was occupied, a distant group of spectators fleeing into the Falcon. Two did not move however. Luke and Dashlaa.
Dashlaa. Her child, her own flesh and blood... and his.
"Mom?" Came Vader's voice, a mix of confusion and mild amusement, his gaze turning from the Togruta on her knees before him, gazing upon the one across the hangar at the end of the hallway. "Daughter?" He muttered.
A red mist descended over his eyes, yellow fire and blinding flashes. A feral scream of a wild creature rang into his ears before searing pain overwhelmed him, sending him to the floor.
Luke watched as Ahsoka lept to her feet between the blink of his eyes, her sabers aglow with a soaring wave of sparks as they sliced though the Dark, armoured figure, showering the hallway in fire as it sliced through the floor and ceiling, all the while to the backdrop of horrific, snarling, screaming Ahsoka yelled out. Losing herself for only a moment before she turned, ducking suddenly under a blaster bolt whizzing past her head, a hoard of Troopers running down the corridor towards them, quickly she spun, fleeing the scene towards them, slashing the control panel of the door, sealing it behind her as she tumbled through.
"Get in the ship!" She yelled, sprinting their direction as they heard the Engines spool up within the ship.
One by one they ran up the gangway, the ramp closing behind them as they all stood in the hallway, huffing and gasping, Ahsoka leaning up against one of the rounded walls. Suddenly finding herself occupied as Dash pressed up against her, arms tightly wrapped around her.
Luke smiled, leaning against a bulkhead, deciding not to interrupt their reunion and instead he moved to the seating area, dropping his blaster to the table as he felt the ship lurch around, stripping himself of his trooper armour and body glove as the engines kicked in.
"KID WE'RE GONNA HAVE COMPANY!" Came the scream from Solo in the Cockpit, sprinting out into the corridor, grabbing Luke by the shoulder and dragging him to a ladder, shoving him down it while he began climbing up to the turrets.
Chewie, Leia, 3PO and R2 sat in the Cockpit, monitoring systems and the scanners, showing a wing of TIE fighters in pursuit of them. Chewie howled into a headset he had pulled around his fuzzy head. A call echoed from the corridor, a distant Han.
"I know, do your best!"
Suddenly the ship lurched, TIE fighters landing a few strafes against them, quickly pulling away power from their shields, Leia saw the return fire show up on scanners, even a few shots passing by the Cockpit, hitting nothing but empty space.
"Doesn't this thing have target locks?" She yelled at the Wookiee, only a frustrated howl coming back at her.
"Kid, you gotta focus, you're shooting all over the place!" Han called through the headset.
"They're fast, really damn fast!" Luke called back.
"You ain't gonna lead a shot against them, wait until they turn, they'll slow for a moment, it's your best chance!" Han called back, just as a flash illuminated the hull of the ship, evidently Han had just shot one down.
Luke's chair kept lurching, swerving and slamming as it reached it's limit of motion, he was too frustrated, to on edge, getting more and more bothered by the second with every missed shot.
He felt a pair of lips against his right ear, uncovered by the headset.
"If you shoot them down, I'll give you something special..." Came a smooth, sultry tone in his ear. "...something not everyone can claim to have accomplished."
Luke's rapid, mindless gunfire ceased, his mind ripped entirely from the fight, not that he was of any use just now. He felt his tan pants pushed down his hips, tugged from his seat as the presence crept down to her knees, sliding onto the gun podium, kneeling between his legs as she fished his cock free, slapping it on her beautiful, white, royal face.
"Leia..." he whispered, his cock was slathered in almost a days worth of tease. Creamy, slimey, layers of pre-cum, glued his meat to his pants, peeling away with a squelch as the aroma began filling the turret, rising up through the access hatch behind him.
She grinned, rubbing her face firmly against his meet as he kept his hands clenched on the controls, watching as she stained herself with his foul, yellow smegma, her tongue hanging free as they lapped against his greasy balls. "...you can't be serious."
"Very serious... aren't you supposed to be my heroic rescuer?" She sang up to him, pulling her head back, wrapping her lips around the swollen head of his cock, suckling tight, trying to drag out what treasures may have been hidden beneath his drooling foreskin.
"I guess." He inhaled sharply, the air was so warm, and foul with his own sweaty aroma, the kind of smell a man knew, and a woman reviled. But what a slut loved.
"Then shoot them down, and fucking rescue me." She grasped his balls, squeezing tightly, suddenly the entire scenario flipped on its head. Where a blowjob was a welcomed, relaxed moment, his half-lidded eyes shot open, his body jerking. "If you don't, I'll fucking crush them you backwater hick." She spat, figuratively and very litterally against his shaft, wrapping her lips around his tip, baring her teeth as they dragged softly against his foreskin.
His heart was ringing in his ears, every slight tug or twitch that signaled his attempted escape, only brought forward another tinge of pain as she squeezed or bit down a tad harder.
Han's voice called over the headset, wondering why he wasn't shooting.
"Say a word about this and I'll be having meat with my last meal." She growled, glaring at him.
Luke was a perfect mix of both terrified, pained and aroused, and much against his will he responded.
"Sorry Han, turret locked up a bit, fixed it now." He nodded lightly to Leia, at her mercy before pulling back on the controls, suddenly lurching them both around as he began hunting targets, the sudden shift in gravity to Leia brought her head down, her throat gagging quite suddenly as her head fell around his cock, her bottom lip pressed up tight against his balls. She lost the grip on his balls, flailing against the chair, the control pannel behind her was pulled up tight against the back of her head, trapping her against his shaft.
Luke was in heaven, and fearing an imminant hell. He was not at all aware of Leia's true predicament, just that he was entirely at her mercy, not realising he was strangling her right now on his cock. To him she was just being very friendly, so kind to mix her threats with a deepthroat, squeezing his cock tight within her gullet.
A TIE fighter screamed past the viewport towards the bottom of the viewport, Luke pushed forward, releasing the trap of her head and rolling them forward, gravity able to pull her back along the shaft, coughing, gagging and sputtering, only inches from being free once more, and the rage behind her eyes ready to be unleashed upon this moron.
Another scream passed by, lurching them again, cutting the thought of revenge off as it occured, replacing it with the mind numbing scent of unwashed, heavily fucked cock, the stench of multiple holes of many women, stuffed with cum, piss and sweat soaked into the skin of this farmboy hick, and now pouring out against Leia's royal throat and seeping through her nose into her Highborne mind.
Her anger turned to arousal, then back to rage, violent rage and confusion, as she was thrashed about in the turret, trapped against the console slamming into the back of her head, stuffing her throat with Skywalker cock over and over, she could only ponder.
'What the fuck is this TIE fighter doing?!'
Luke's tracking had become more and more accurate, his shots more sparing and better grouped, they were getting closer, only missing by inches, creeping tighter and tighter, like the throat trapped between his legs, suddenly a huge flash sparked up in the viewport.
"I got one..." Two shots landed, vaporising one of the fighters. He released the controls, glancing down to Leia, pulling against her hairbuns, dragging her from his cock as he yelled.
"I got one!" He cheered down at her sputtering, coughing face, huffing heavily.
"Great kid don't get cocky!" Han's voice called from behind him.
"What do you think Princess, should I get cocky?" Luke asked, teasing her now that he saw just how hungry she was for his meat.
"You fucking moron." She grasped his balls again, squeezing, still huffing and coughing tears pouring from her eyes, before they lowered. "Keep shooting dumbass." She huffed, wrapping her lips around his shaft again, her eyes rolling back into her skull as she pushed herself deep over his rod once more, suckling tight as she hammered her head deeper, engulfing him in her throat once more, voluntarily this time.
"Right away your highness." Luke grinned, grabbing the controls again, spinning them around searching for the next target, quickly aquiring the next, wriggling and shaking in the chair with every fine careful movement, trying to keep the fighter in his sights, each bump, spin and jerk throwing Leia around between his legs as she desperately clung to him, trying to keep him deep in her mouth, and suck him clean. Her grip remained firm against his sack, even as she coughed and sputtered, drowning in his stink.
"Lining up!" Luke called out, just as the platform began to level out, several shots ringing out from the ships reactor, and another flash illuminated the turret. Another kill and the last of the fighters gone.
Solo let out a sigh of relief, dropping the controls and tossing away the headset, clambering down the ladder, glimpsing Luke in his chair, arms behind his head. "Good work kid, maybe you've earned being a little cocky." He laughed, stepping out from the hatch and back into the corridor, the Togruta's were nowhere to be seen, he shrugged, heading for the Cockpit.
Meanwhile Leia pitted Luke's cock deeper and deeper, hammering her face against the base of his genitals, his balls were freed, instead she grasped at his wrists, pinning them behind his head after he tried to grab her hairbuns once again, growling at him as she throated him over and over again, faster and deeper.
Luke squirmed and writhed, his ankles trapped in his pants still, legs spread apart by her shoulders, arms trapped in her scarily strong grip, face fucking herself against him, dragging him to his climax as her angry, determined eyes poured into his soul, he could almost tell exactly what she was thinking, imagining her voice in his mind.
'Do it you fucking farmboy, ruin this little princess throat, fill my belly with your foul, sticky, worthless cum.'
And without hesitation, he obeyed the imaginary demands, his back arching as he growled out, a dam breaking as a torrent of backed up and blue-balled cum since before they landed on the station came flooding out, gushing like a hose deep into Leia's belly, filling it quickly, packing her throat tight with the sticky, sludge followed by her mouth as it spurted out around her lips, soaking his balls in his muck, soon two streams jetted through her nose as she continued hammering, headbutting his hips with her face, growing redder and redder, then bluer and bluer before finally she pulled back, vomiting a throatful of cum over his cock followed by a deep, choking gasp, releasing his arms as she collapsed to the platform, crawling around behind him, weakly lifting herself up the ladder as Luke spun in the chair, watching the snail-trail she left on the floor, as she was dripping the whole way up.
"My room." She weakly called back to him.
Luke needed no further invitation.