Space, The Millenium Falcon
He was barely halfway up the ladder as the far howls of Chewie called out through the ship, up ahead he saw Han, still in his Turret as he glanced back down the access shaft.
"Hang on kid, we're going Sub-light."
Luke's ascent halted, instead he gripped tight to the ladder, hugging it to his chest as the heavy whine of the Falcon's engines rumbled the walls and vibrated his ribs, a heavy lurch squishing him in tight against the steel frame, his cheek pressed up against a wet splotch on the bar, the scent of it, Leia.
It drove him ever onwards. Quickly shrugging off the momentary halt as Han called down to him.
"Not bad for a field hand, moisture farming call for much turret work?" He scoffed, but the praise seemed almost genuine.
Luke only offered him a grin but had no witty remark come to mind, it was very much elsewhere as he crawled out of the shaft, spotting Leia ahead, just as she closed the door to one of the bunk rooms, but not before giving him a coy grin and the flash of her robes falling to the floor, that damned door hissing shut too fast for him to see anything.
He was on the prowl, striding over the hall to the door, tapping upon the panel, the door hissing open to a dim, star-lit room, within which he could barely make out the silhouette of a bed, white robes bundled upon the floor, some chairs, and the faint glistening sparkle, of a bead of sweat, trickling down the smooth, petite frame of a woman upon the bed, her legs illuminated only by the light he blocked from the hall.
"Shut the door Hero, and let's discuss your reward."
Leia's voice melted in his ears, it sounded so refined, polite and experienced, but demanding and condescending at the same time. He didn't waste a second as he turned, slapping upon the door control panel, catching only the briefest sight of Dash'la in the hallway, arms crossed, staring at him.
"You know, there are two kinds of men in this world which I know. Those who throw themselves to their knees, kissing the toes of my feet, professing their admiration in the presence of a princess and hanging upon every word that falls from my lips..." Leia spoke aloud in a rather aloof, and carefree tone. The distant shining stars, the only sign of illumination in this dark room, blocked out as her leg rose into the air, the outline of her bare foot flexing before the Plasteel barrier between them. "...the other, are the cool, collected, gruff and careless rogues, thinking themselves above the likes of titles, too smart for politicts, who think my lips better wrapped around their cock."
Luke stood by the door still, watching this playful, alluring display of her form, despite the fact he could not see her, he somehow could tell just where she was, just what she looked like, and that she was beckoning him closer. He could not see her hand waving him over, but somehow... he knew. And he did.
"And here, I find a boy, star-struck and yet at the same time, his mind is elsewhere. A princess, ripe for the taking by her valiant saviour, and yet... your mind is on another slut entirely."
"She's not really a slut..." Luke spoke up, stepping closer to her, lowering himself down to sit on the bed, the air felt heavy, heated, he could feel it radiating off her, and yet it did so very little to stifle her cool attitude. "...we just pretend for fun."
This earned him a giggle from the princess, how something so beautiful could sound so cruel was beyond him, however, the distracting tickle of her foot, gliding against his arm caught him off guard.
"So naive... how did one as clueless of you manage all this? A ship, lackeys, two stunning alien whores, a mother and daughter no less, both slobbering for your cock, and a princess rescued from the Empire." She poked him with each addition to the list, prodding his chest, and his arm, even raising to poke her toes against his cheek.
"I don't think I'll have much of it for longer... Dash saw me come in here, she knows about Ahsoka, sooner or later Ahsoka will know about us..." He sighed, slowly resting a palm against her thigh, mapping it out in his mind as he stroked slowly along it, towards her hips.
"Oh my you -are- naive, or are you simply a moron?" She huffed, pressing her foot very suddenly against his cheek, knocking him backwards and laying him onto the bed as she hopped up, straddling him in the dark, grinding her bare skin against his lap. He didn't put up a fight to it, he was partially distracted, partially curious just where she was taking this.
"What do you mean?"
"I think I know what I'll make your first reward." She hummed, grasping her fingers around his wrists, guiding them to his sides before pinning them by his head. "But, as a rule, you can't touch me, until I give you the second reward... deal?"
Luke pondered for a moment, just as the call over the ship's speakers came aloud, a call from Ahsoka.
"We're entering hyperspace, standby."
The ship lurched once more, the faint glow of the stars fading, as the brighter flashes of hyperspace, flooded in through the Plasteel, illuminating the room in a dark blue glow, revealing Leia's bare form before him. Unlike his Alien conquests, Leia did not have two huge jiggling milkers to bounce in his face, instead, they were pert, and perfectly rounded, well suited to her small frame and slender belly, yet he felt it before he could even see it, an ass as soft as the clouds, and as bountiful as a gas giant, her hips so wide and strong, it was like she was a sow made for nothing but taking the biggest, hardest, mating press blows the galaxy had ever seen. A far cry from the meagre whore that R2 was able to conjure on the Holo-projector. Luke was realising just why a man would fall to his knees before her, or more rather, behind her.
"Why do I get two rewards?"
"One for the Prison rescue, and the other for having such a tasty cock."
Luke truthfully felt a bit flustered, he was glad the room was blue to avoid seeing the red in his face.
"Deal."
Leia grinned, releasing her grip of his wrists, waiting to see if he would disobey. Instead, his hands remained in place, upon either side of his head, against the bed, gazing up at her slack-jawed and horny.
"Good boy, now for your first reward..." Her rear began wiggling side to side upon his lap, squishing and tugging against his swelling cock and balls tucked in beneath his pants, desperate to be free. "...some noble wisdom for you to employ."
She almost laughed at Luke's face, the barely suppressed frown and frustration was almost immediate as he huffed under his breath. "Trust me you're gonna thank me later, once you realise your position, and just who you have been shoving your cock into."
Luke furrowed his brow, his hips shuffling ever so slightly under the painful strain of his cock growing tighter in his pants, crushed under the weight of the princess' ass. Yet curious as to her meaning, he behaved, for now.
"You have at your disposal, two Togruta. A whore, and a slut."
"She's not a sl-mph." Before he could finish, he found his mouth occupied, her foot against his face, her toes stifling his lips. He wanted to lift a hand to pull them away but was quickly reminded of their deal.
"A-a-a... no touching... or you get no reward." Leia waved a finger in the air, grinning. He grumbled once more, about to grit his teeth together, but feeling her skin against his tongue, giving up on the idea and resolving to hear her out...
"She's -your- slut... she'll do anything to you, and for you... trust me, I've seen enough slaves, whores, and desperate bitches in this galaxy, to know when one goes cock crazy for a man. And in case you're not aware Luke. When she's getting railed by a beast, and getting tongue fucked by me, and still has the mind to confess love to you and let you fuck her mother? She's yours."
Luke blinked, he wasn't sure just how he managed to forget that, perhaps nearly dying, fighting off the station, half a dozen TIE Fighers and having his cock vacuum sucked by a princess had also taken sense with him.
"Yhghr rihgh." Luke mumbled out through her foot as Leia continued to tease and bounce upon his still-clothed cock, now leaking warm, wet strands of pre against his fabrics, as her slick lips stained him with her mark.
"I know I'm right... in a galaxy of sluts, I dare say I'm the Princess..." She giggled once more, continuing to toy with the farmhand. "Yet, her mother. Dear Ahsoka... the things she has done in this galaxy, the things I've made her do. Well, let's just say, you've barely seen her do a tenth of the demented pit of lust that is that alien whore's broken little mind."
Luke furrowed his brow, he seemed in a mood to protest, but Leia cut him off quickly.
"Don't think such a thing of me, Ahsoka is so twisted that saying such things to her, spurs her further... something happened at some point in her life, something now that being treated lesser is -exactly- what she wants. To mock her, degrade her, belittle her very being... makes her wetter than Mon Cala."
Luke didn't know if he should believe her. What she said however seemed to hold water, the words came back to him, in a distant echoing blur. Those of her file from the whore house, that she could 'only climax from taboo'.
He could forgive himself this time however, Dash was throat-deep when he read them out to her.
"The fact you haven't been caught fucking them both is a miracle, though the bitch would probably join in if made too." Leia huffed slightly as her body jiggled with each bounce upon his hips, her feet rubbing firmer against his face as she did so, the taste of her toes and the scent of her body, did little to block the memories of his mind. Ahsoka has caught him before...
Not with Dash, but with her boss, the Cathar who rode his bare cock in full view of her. Ahsoka said nothing, did nothing, and she fucked him all the same afterwards. If they weren't running from the Empire... would she have joined in?
"Bgh hrr dughtur." Luke muffled out again, huffing heavily through his nose as he tried to maintain something of composure, the painful push of his cock, almost enough to tear a hole through the pants was weighing on him now.
"You shove that cock, right inside her daughter's cunt. You fill it up, and you do it... and you -make- Ahsoka watch. Then, you get her to lick up every inch of cum, if she ever wants to have your cock again." Leia halts her movements, instead leaning to the side to slide back upon the bed, laying back. "And if she doesn't, then she'll just have to watch and listen, to Dash take that cock for the rest of her days. And I'll be right alongside you."
Luke, free of her pushes himself upright, a huge tent in his pants, no chance of ever being able to conceal it, instead he freed it into the air, too painful to hide anymore and he sighed a gentle relief.
"What if I say no?"
"Then you'll never get to know, what it feels like to fuck a princess, now go."
She pointed to the door with her foot, grinning all the while as she flagrantly stroked her fingers into the folds of her glistening cunt, masturbating right in front of him.
"If she says no. I'm gonna do to you, everything they did to her at that whore-house." Luke teased.
"Now I hope you fail." Leia teased right back.
Luke stood in the hall once more, the door hissing shut behind him. From the room adjacent to the one he just left, he could hear the splash of running water, his cock was free in the air, yet no one was around to see him, nor his glory. He could hear the water rippling off the soft, golden skin, splattering on the floor around Dash'la as each step she took in the shower splashed her feet into the pooling water before falling through the drain.
He leaned a hand against the wall, sighing. The force. It spoke to him in these sights, it was a little overwhelming. Ahsoka had told him such, but with time it would be as normal to him as sound, or smell... Ahsoka. She was lying in the bed, her bare form exposed to the world, with water trickling down her deep orange skin, she must have stepped out of the Shower as Dash stepped in.
It wasn't a vision, he was staring at her, in the doorway. And she was staring back at him, her eyes falling to the pillar of flesh that hung in the open.
"Luke... Dash is in the shower!" She quietly hissed a slight panic in her tone and expression, glancing towards the door to the shower of the room, and back to him as he closed the door. Ahsoka was dumbfounded. "W-"
Luke said nothing, instead he approached, climbed onto the bed, onto Ahsoka, grasping firmly at her shoulders and pressing his lips firmly against her own.
She shivered, he felt her press her own, his dry, rough, farmer's hands upon her wet skin. She had half a mind to slap him, push him away, indeed her hands raised to his chest, instead, they were carried away, slipping under his shirt, feeling the ridges of his chest. He was no warrior yet, but breaking his back on a farm from such a young age did wonders to his form.
He broke the kiss far too soon for her liking, she tried to chase him but instead found a finger, not shushing her, not pushing her back, but sliding into her mouth, hooking her cheek like a floundering fish as he spoke once more.
"Ahsoka, I'm going to save your relationship, with your daughter. Do you want that?" He quietly hissed.
She was paralyzed, eyes wide and mouth agape as his finger kept her gaze firmly held, she couldn't look away save for closing her eyes, yet the words were never what she expected, she even tried to speak but found herself choking on the words, electing instead to just nod.
"Then you'll have to do exactly what I tell you... I'm going to do things to you, your little perverted alien whore mind could never fathom. And if at any point you move, protest, or deny me... you might never feel my cock again, nod if you agree."
She stared for several long seconds, the look in his eyes, despite his words, despite his actions, the tug of his finger on her cheek, the forceful nature of his kiss and proposal. There was warmth, care, and even love in them. Whatever this was, what he wanted, was not out of cruelty, or sadism, but genuine care for her, and for Dash.
She nodded and found her mouth free. Only for a moment as another kiss landed upon it, just as the sound of rushing water fell silent. Dash'la was returning.
"Remember, no matter what happens, no moving." Luke stood upright, smiling.
Ahsoka blinked, her eyes drifting to the Shower door as it swung open, a sense of worry set in, Dash was going to catch them together. Already she thought so little of her mother.
Her daughter stepped into the room, like looking into a mirror only near 20 years younger. Shorter horns, shorter Lekku, her skin a more yellowish gold than the deep orange that was her mother's. Both with dark juicy nipples and the same white pattern that ran along their face, and down their near equally voluptuous bodies, Dash's however shielded behind a black towel.
"L- Luke?" Dash spoke, barely a second passed between them as Luke stepped forward, grasping her by the towel, pulling tight and freeing it from her soaking wet form, throwing it aside as he embraced her in a shameless kiss, a hand grasping her ass, the other her back as he stuffed his tongue so visibly between her lips, almost digging into her throat as her eyes fluttered shut, embracing him in turn, while he glanced over to Ahsoka, who gazed back wide-eyed and blue in the face, almost as flushed as her daughters.
Luke could feel it from her, arousal, shock, confusion, and even rage. Yet he saw obedience as she did not move a muscle, and for the most part, her face was serene, beautiful even, a breath frozen in her chest from the sight of her daughter, being claimed so flagrantly by Luke.
Dash was lost in the embrace, the thought that they were even being observed didn't enter her mind until long after the kiss had begun, just as her eyes opened, she saw her mother, remembering she was sharing this room, she froze, about to yell out. But Luke silenced her again with another, deeper kiss, now dragging her towards the bed and throwing her back upon it, landing her beside her mother.
Dash didn't know what to do, to shield herself, oogle Luke, or tell her mother to leave. Confusion and fear swam in her mind, looking to Luke for clarity, and confidence, and she found it as his shirt was gone, and his pants too, already a bulging erection hung before her. So fast, and so sudden he was so big, and dripping, splotches of his drooling human cum splattered upon her feet, her legs, her belly.
"Don't worry about Mommy. She's just going to watch." Luke reassured her, grasping both of Dash's legs, wrapping them slowly around his waist as he leaned in, clasping his lips tight upon Dash's mouth once more, a hand grasping firmly upon her breast, squishing, slapping, tugging harshly upon the firm nipple as roiling steam rose from her still wet body, growing hotter and hotter by the second.
Ahsoka stared at them all the while, lips closed finally, no longer stunned, her cheeks still flush as she watched on helplessly as he mounted her daughter. She didn't know what she wanted to do, help him, or hurt him. Her lightsabers were just a few feet away. But she could smell him, she was so clean, and so was Dash, freshly washed bodies ripe for ruining by a thick, sweaty cock, and Dash'la was first.
"Yeah... watch me Mommy, watch me fuck my boyfriend like a real woman should you filthy whore." Came Dash'la's stinging words, Ahsoka was ready to look away in shame, how could she take a cock right in front of her, shame Ahsoka in this moment.
"GHHHCKK." Came the sudden strangling cry of Dash, Luke's hand grasping tight upon her throat as Ahsoka looked back, a fist clenched.
"Your mom may be a filthy whore, but she's a good girl who does as she's told." Luke spat in Dash's face, leaning in slowly to lick his tongue over her cheek as she squirmed and gasped. "But at least she gets paid, you filthy backwater alien slut, you take my cum because you know your place wallowing in it right?"
Ahsoka made a promise to Luke, a promise to his mother, a promise to the Jedi. But now that promise was about to kill her daughter... she wasn't going to move, but she had t-
"Yesh!" Came the strangled hiss from Dash, her eyes delirious as her tongue dangled from her lips, a smile plastered upon her face. Her legs locked tight around Luke's waist as she ground her bare cunt against his balls.
"Apologise to Mommy for being a bigger piece of filth than she is." Luke grinned, releasing her throat and instead grasping her Lekku, tugging on it to try and roll her over to face Ahsoka. Her legs fell away as the blind-numbing pleasure of being man-handled by her braintails overcame her and soon she found herself face to face with Ahsoka.
"I'm sorry I'm such a slut..." Dash huffed out, staring into her mother's eyes. Her leg slowly being lifted into the air as she lay upon her side, Luke's face resting upon her cheek as he gripped her throat from behind, gently squeezing.
"What else?"
"I'm sorry for being so dismissive of you, what alien scum could resist a cock like Luke's?" She drooled the words out as she felt the head of the very cock she spoke off, press itself a few inches into her folds, taking her from behind.
Ahsoka lay on her side now, the not moving rule she considered more of a guideline at this point to not leave, her breathing was heavy, louder, her daughter becoming a display of pleasure before her very eyes. A twang of jealousy at the back of her mind that it wasn't her cunt feeling the plunge of that cock. Dash wasn't wrong in her assertion, anyone would go for Skywalker cock if they had the chance.
"And she's sorry, that you are only allowed to watch and touch yourself for now." Luke chimed in, his hips thrusting as he stuffed up several long, pre-slathered inches into the puffy cunt of Ahsoka's daughter. Feeling the tense howl of pleasure ring through her throat and over his hand, watching the conflicted look of shame and roiling pleasure upon Ahsoka's gaze as her hand drifted down, sinking itself between her thighs as she watched her daughter getting fucked inches from her face.
Dash's mind was alight with sparks of pleasure, of sheer filth and taboo guilt, lustful power and dominance over her mother, being forced to watch as Dash gets the cock she tried to steal from her. "Like mother like daughter." She huffed out between thick slaps of Luke's hips against her ass, each pummeling thrust jiggling her breasts, her ass, her thighs and her belly. Watching how it rocked the bed, rippling through her own mother's teats.
Dash was almost jealous, they were larger than her own, and her mother's belly and thighs weren't jiggling, they were toned, strong, ripe and powerful, unlike her flabby daughter.
Luke was in a world of pleasure and an early relief, he wasn't dead, Ahsoka hadn't left and was, in fact, stuffing her cunt full of fingers, biting her lips and watching him claim her daughter, right before her very eyes. He almost felt ashamed to say that Leia was right, Ahsoka's mind is in several depths of depravity far beyond his understanding, and she's getting so turned on by this vision. Even her daughter's comments only spurred more lust from her.
"Togruta bitches like yourselves were made for dumping cum in, so pathetic." Luke chimed out as his hips pounded harshly into the golden ass before him, stuffing the daughter's cunt deeper with more human cock, poking the edges of her baby maker as her mother looked on, trying desperately to mimic the pleasure with three fingers hooking into her glistening puffy folds. He half expected a glare from Ahsoka but found only a gaping mouth and a panting slut staring back at him as if submitting to his very words. "You want me to fill her up Mommy? You want me to dump my load into her tight, wet, alien cunt?"
Ahsoka felt her legs trembling, even when lying on her side, she wanted to burrow her face into the pillow and squeal out, but already she was moving, she dared not violate another of Luke's orders. She had to remain silent, she had to watch, she -had- to cum.
That last one was not an order, nor a demand, but to her mind, what she was, she had to do it, she was a whore, and whores cum. This whore was going to cum at the sight of a man, her ward, the boy she protected all her life, who she guarded as he became a man, balls deep in her daughter.
And she came hard, her muscular thighs tensing hard, crushing around her hand as she tensed up, gushing juices spurting out around her palm, soaking the bed, her thighs, as she bit back a scream, her eyes watering from the intensity of it as she nodded to Luke, whatever demand he had, whatever filthy taboo he spoke of, she wanted him to have it all.
Dash watched her mother fall apart before her, she knew she was a whore, but she didn't know just how intense of an actor she could be for a client. Though this wasn't a client, this was real, she really was as degenerate as her file suggested. She would laugh, if she wasn't screaming Luke's name into the air as he pounded deeper and deeper, feeling him stretch and lay claim to her organs, reshaping them to fit him, she was his. She would always be his, he could be balls deep in another woman, every day for the rest of his life, and her misshapen womb would never be fit for another cock.
"Bh-reeeed meeee..." She cried out as she watched her mother squirm and shake, smelling the salty-sweet aroma of Togrutan girl-cum pissing down her mother's thighs, soaking the bed they shared, as Ahsoka seized up, biting onto her hand. "...make me a mommy sh-lut like her." She squeezed the words out around his tightening grip upon her throat as every new clap of hips on her ass rang into the heated, moist air. His throbbing cock punched deep into her womb, laying claim to her body, her womb, now his, feeling her squeeze like a vice upon him, and her body fight his grip as it shook and seized in his hands as she too joined her mother in ecstasy, gushing out around his cock and balls, spraying their thighs and the bed with copious squirts of Togrutan fluids, driving home his final few thrusts as smooth as a piston through grease, balls deep as his tip kisses the back of her womb, flooding it as the veiny meat throbs in her tight baby-tunnel, packing her deep with thick, lumpy rope after thick lumpy rope of human cum, sticking to her like virile glue as her belly begins to slowly bloat with every audible dump of baby-batter.
Ahsoka watched on in mindless bliss as she watched her daughter, grow several months pregnant before her very eyes, packed with chunky, human cum, flowing from her cunt like a foul sludge of regret. It filled her nostrils and flooded her mind. Ahsoka felt her ovaries run into overdrive as if it was herself being bred, she needed it, she needed cum.
Luke huffed out, releasing Dash's leg and her throat, letting both collapse to the bed, feeling her tremble and jolt against him before he sat upright and dragged his cock free, like unplugging a cork as the bottled contents began spurting free with everybody shaking aftershock of pleasure from the young Togrutan. Now Luke stood upright at the foot of the bed, his cock slathered in his and Dash'la's juices as it dripped and drooled onto her feet. His eyes landed upon Ahsoka, who stared up to him in pleading silence, to be free of his command.
"I think you know what to do now." He grinned, hands upon his hips.
Ahsoka tensed up, sitting up as she glanced at Dash, then to Luke, licking her lips slowly before speaking up.
"I can speak now?" Ahsoka asked, swallowing.
Luke nodded with a grin.
"And I can move?"
Another nod, a wider grin from the naked farmboy.
Ahsoka leaned forward, crawling towards him, as Luke braced himself, awaiting her lips to suckle the filth from his cock.
"Shhllrrrhpp." Came the wet, audible gush of slobber from the once Jedi. And yet Luke felt nothing, confused he glanced down and saw presented before him, a huge, round, deep orange ass, a puffy, glistening cunt tucked between two thighs, hovering in the air before him at the end of a back arched a near-perfect 90 degrees.
Following the spine up, he found Lekku, horns, encapsulated by two golden thighs wrapped tight around the head of Ahsoka, trapped up against and now tongue deep in the oozing lower lips of Dash'la, feasting on the fresh load cum dumped within her.
The sight was overwhelming to Luke, the rush of blood to his already stained shaft was too much, he felt his leg briefly give out only managing to stabilise himself by grasping both hands greedily upon the huge rump before him, listening to their wanton lust fill the air of the room, the slurps, swallows, moans and squeals of two Togruta locked in an erotic embrace, his playthings.
He did not want to disappoint, as he lined his filthy cock up with the matronly folds before him, glistening like her daughters with a raw heat and pungent scent of a wild bitch ripe for impregnating. The faint wiggle of her hips in his face was the last straw as he thrust forward, sliding his thick, slick shaft deep into the dark recesses of her love-tunnel, filling her thoroughly and stretching that alien cunt upon his cock once again, the muffled scream of pleasure drowning into her daughters grinding folds filled the air as Ahsoka now felt herself being taken from both ends.
Two hands grasping firmly upon her ass, locking her hips in place as they took a battering chorus of punishing hip thrusts, cushioned against the round, cushions that were her Apricot Asscheeks, growing more Maroon by the second with each ear-ringing spank of ownership from the Farmboy.
Two legs wrapped tight upon her neck, around the back of her head, as they squeezed, crushing her in against the slimey, sweaty and cum-gushing folds of her daughter as they filled her mouth, engulfing her face, flooding her mind with the sickly sweet and salty taste of a fresh-fucked pussy, two more hands gripping her horns in mad, mindless lust, claiming the soul of Dash'la as she grinned a wide-eyed monstrous look of ownership upon her mother, who's eyes met hers with their own submissive, placating allowance to this vile use of her head, consummating their incestuous misdeed. Ahsoka was just happy to see Dash'la smiling at her once more.
Ahsoka felt her back arching further and further with every firm thrust against her, until she felt herself upon the tips of her toes, her back almost arched over her head as Luke stood above her on the bed, thrusting down into her from this impossible, almost painful angle. Or at least it would have been, had her entire life not been war, conflict, fighting, the flexibility of her Jedi training unmatched by any creature of the galaxy, and now it was being put to full use, as an alien fuck-doll for human cock, folding her in half just so he can crawl closer to her daughter, and shove his tongue down her throat. Ahsoka watched as Luke stole Dash'la's gaze from her, his cock punching deep into Ahsoka's belly as his tongue beat deep into Dash'la's throat, claiming mother and daughter as one, as his.
"Make that tongue-fucking whore's belly as thick as mine." Dash moaned, growling almost as she embraced Luke, releasing Ahsoka's horns and instead grasping tight upon Luke's hips, pulling firmly against them, helping him ram home his final, pounding pumps, just as her trembling legs clamped down tight, asphyxiating her mother as she too found her climax.
All three came together, Dash emptying her essence into her mother's mouth, gushing out what little fluids remained in her sweaty, exhausted form, a thick wave of Luke's cum which once lodged deep within her womb came flooding free, flooding Ahsoka's mouth, slathering over her face as she had no choice but to gulp it down, just as her trembling pussy had no choice but to drink deep of the cum-filling Luke emptied into her.
It did not fill her as it did Dash, whose belly bloated and rounded with every pump, instead Ahsoka's well-toned and rock-hard abs did not buckle under the impressive flow, remaining strong and gushing out the seed as it was planted, coupled with her violent climax, resulting in a dozen huge, arcing spurts of juices and cream into the air behind her, splattering the floor, the walls, even some managing to spray onto the ceiling of the small room, gushing wildly like a fire-hose, soaking her legs and feet. The room was going to reek of pure, unadulterated sex for the next several weeks. And not one of the three wanted to smell anything else as they each collapsed upon each other.
Luke found himself upon the bed, warm and wet, reeking of Togrutan sweat, sex and cum, he gazed upon the dark ceiling as he felt the shuffling of bodies and warm around him, the soft press of breasts upon his chest, the warm tuck of thick thighs coupling around his own, the flabby press of a bloated belly and the comforting strength of a warriors physique encapsulating him. Heavy breaths and gentle kisses to his cheek and neck of two well fucked bitches in his ears. He said nothing, simply basking in the moment, his arms wrapped tight beneath each of them, Dash and Ahsoka, grasping firmly upon their rears as he closed his eyes, and soon found sleep taking hold of him, faster than he allowed any sense of shame to find him, and too soon before he could spot the grinning vixen at the door of his room, a princess proud of the chaos she had sewn.
He awoke to a jolt, a lurch of the ship as the blue glow of hyperspace faded from the windows, replaced by a strange, almost menacing red-orange glare of light. A huge planet engulfed the viewport, the largest he had ever seen, a fabled Gas-Giant he had read about as a child. So big, round and soft... it reminded him of Ahsoka's ass.
His hand flexed, but found nothing, his other flexed and likewise felt air. Looking around, he was alone. Ahsoka was gone, as was Dash. He had clean sheets pulled over him, and across the room was a chair with his clothing, they were folded, seemingly clean, along with his personal effects, blaster, lightsaber, belt and shoes.
"We'll be planetside on Yavin 4 in 10 minutes, get your shit together." Came Han's voice through the intercom, he seemed agitated, who wouldn't be after hearing what Luke got up to last night?
Luke figured it would be ideal for a quick shower, less he was to arrive stinking of cum.
Yavin 4, Massassi Base
The Falcon wove its way through trees, the landing path permitted to them seemed needlessly complex for a craft with Repulsorlifts, Leia and Ahsoka informed him it was designed to avoid being tracked, this was supposed to be a hidden base after all. The base itself was strange, to both Han and Luke alike. It was carved out of a pre-existing temple, impossibly ancient by the looks of it, what wonders caused it to survive the elements for this long, neither could fathom.
Ahsoka and Dash seemed to be on good terms Luke thought, or at least better terms. No longer was Dash glaring and throwing jabs at her mother, nor was Ahsoka belittling or disregarding her, but instead, they said little next to nothing. Sharing the occasional glance, awkward smile and flushed cheeks as they quickly looked away. Like embarrassed teens with a guilty crush that neither wanted to admit, but couldn't help but think about every time they saw one another.
Luke was confident he did more good than harm in bringing them together, but such a step would no doubt take an adjustment period. He felt a similar fluster to them each time he met Leia's gaze, and she shot back a mischievous grin and a wink, radiating confidence and a sort of gloat.
"Told you so." She chided, passing him on the landing ramp as they left the Falcon, entering the main hangar bay of the Rebel Alliance.
Leia's words were a far cry from Luke's focus as he was overwhelmed by it all, the Rebel Alliance themselves, their base of operations, hundreds of people running back and forth, carrying crates, munitions, supplies, refuelling ships and bellowing out orders. He had thought about being in a place like this for so long, to be a Rebel, a Pilot. He found himself soon swarmed with over a dozen people, men and women, human and alien alike, some cheered, some cried, others hugged Leia, others cried the name 'Fulcrum' and looked to Ahsoka, both of whom greeted the masses back.
Han and Chewie greeted them back, showboating a bit, heroes that saved Princess Organa from the clutches of the Empire. If Han couldn't get laid here, he had no hope.
Dash'la looked like a fish out of water, for someone normally so confident to Luke, she seemed tense, staying back upon the landing ramp, observing the swarm of strangers cheering their praises, looking to Luke in a state of awkward confusion, overwhelmed by the attention.
Luke was about to call out to her before he found himself nearly tackled to the ground, someone hugging him from behind and the familiar voice of an old friend.
"Can't get into the academy so you decide to take on the Empire by yourself?! Anything to outdo me huh?" Biggs yelled to him, cheering.
"Biggs!" Luke cried, laughing all the same. "You made it here after all?!"
"Yeah, joined right up with a class of 3 defectors, nabbed five TIEs in the effort!" Biggs released Luke, patting his shoulder. "Wasn't any rescue of no royal princess, but I reckon I did alright!"
Luke glanced to the small gaggle that accompanied Biggs, a few wearing orange jumpsuits much like his friends, some with a few belts, some with white vests, the other with a darker jumpsuit, strapped with various armoured plates of varying colours, almost as colourful as her hair.
"Guys, this is Luke! My friend from Tatooine I mentioned! Luke, these are the students I escaped with! Tomah, Graski, Rylo and our squad lead Sabine." Biggs introduced them one by one, each reaching forth to shake Luke's hand, complimenting him on his rescue mission of Leia, each with a different question and curiosity about the fabled mission. All except for Sabine who just smirked at him quietly, arms folded.
"Don't overwhelm the kid, there'll be time for stories later, right now we-" Sabine's voice was drowned out by the buzzing echo overhead of loudspeakers.
"Red alert, red alert, all rebels, man your battle stations."
The flurry of feet and rebels was almost Chaotic to Luke, he was amazed that somehow nobody bumped into one another, an organized Chaos it was. Leia, Ahsoka and R2 were sequestered away, Luke following along with them, Biggs and the Pilots went right behind, and Han and Chewie went back to the ship deciding to cut their losses, leaving Dash'la standing in the middle of the cacophony. Quickly running after C-3PO who lagged behind the gaggle of Rebels, heading for the briefing room.
Luke found himself amidst two dozen pilots, soldiers in uniform, well-dressed delegates and dignitaries who each greeted Leia with formal gestures, the soldiers each who greeted Ahsoka with various salutes and platitudes.
Luke found himself pulled into a seat by Biggs, who watched ahead as a man took up a podium, next to a screen which R2 was being hooked up to.
"Rebels. This mission has been one, years in the making. We have had many rumours and reports that the Empire has been building a secret weapon. A weapon so powerful, it can wipe out entire planets in a single shot. The Death Star."
A chorus of murmurs rumbled through the crowd as an image of the battle station appeared on the screen, just as Luke had seen with his own eyes.
"The files recovered by Rogue One inside this R2 unit, are the key we needed to find the weak-point of this weapon and target it. And such a weakness exists."
As the briefing went on, Luke found his gaze wandering to the crowd, each and every one of them focused forward, eyes on the screen, a strange sense of discipline around them, not as formal as a military nor as informal as a militia, but a sense of both urgency and decorum. In fairness to them, their lives were hinging on the very plan they were hearing. He found Ahsoka, she was fixated upon the screen as well, an air of both majesty and discipline, you wouldn't think this was the same whore tongue deep in her own kin a few hours prior, suckling his freshly dumped cum past her lips. This was a leader, and these were her soldiers. Yet as Luke stared, he could see her twitch ever so slightly, the faint flush upon her cheeks, the micro-bite at the corner of her lips. She knew he was watching her, thinking about her. She could read his mind like an open book.
A trick Luke would have to learn someday as he smiled, his smile raising the brow of another in the crowd, Dash. Who stared back at him, smiling herself but with a look of curiosity upon her. Not as disciplined nor focused as her mother, like Luke she felt a bit out of place, unlike Luke, this wasn't where she dreamed of being one day, a mix of gentle panic and confusion filled her eyes as she watched him. She didn't know why he was smiling, likely mistaking it's direction at her, Luke instead offered a wink just for Dash, which had her finally avert her gaze less she too grew so flustered in the briefing. Luke was about to finally focus, and pay attention to this 'trench' just mentioned, before he saw the third set of eyes. The girl from earlier. Sabine. A mischievous smirk plastered on her face, eyes on Dash a few feet away, before slowly trailing over to Luke, flashing a wink back at him, before nodding towards the screen, mouthing to him.
'Eyes on the screen 'hero'.'
Luke never thought he'd see the day, part of him still worried that any minute now his eyes would open, he'd be back on the farm, trapped in endless sands, surrounded by folk and family as old as the bones in the desert. Yet the feel of steel under his glove was the needle he needed to prick himself back to reality. His very own Starfighter, a T-65 X-Wing.
He always pictured a TIE to be his first spacecraft, at least the first he was going to pilot solo. Solo. He turned his gaze from his craft, hearing the gentle whirr of R2 being lowered into the port. However, the distant whirr of the heaviest eyeroll in Galactic history spoke volumes above the machinery. Leia and Han were arguing.
They had been at it since he told the gang he was taking his payment and bailing before the Death Star got any closer. He would be glad to see the back of them, the 'farmboy and his whores have been nothing but trouble and deceptive on their payments' so he was done. In truth, Leia would have been glad to see the back of him as well. While she liked a sense of arrogance, 'it's only attractive when it's backed up by action', Han was a great pilot, not a bad shot either, their chances with him stood a drastic deal higher than without him.
Luke had other concerns as it were, about to turn for the cockpit before he found himself spun around, a blur of orange before feeling lips upon his own. Dash'la.
It was briefer than he'd have liked, but accepted nonetheless.
"You better come back, or I'll haunt you." She said, a finger lifted oh so sternly.
"If I didn't, wouldn't I be haunting you?" He said, a brow rising and a smile forming.
"Shut it Farmboy."
He turned, clambering up into the cockpit. Seating himself inside and strapping in, it was a different machine altogether, yet his hands found the right spots. Just like his T-16, only with a lot more bang for the buck. As the Canopy began to close, he saw Ahsoka approach, leading Dash away for the command room. Not before giving Luke a wave and a smile. Her words whispering in his mind.
'You come back here in one piece.'
Luke offered a simple salute, as he heard the whine of many a Repulsorlift, engines firing up all around him, chatter on his headset as the hangar doors cracked open, flooding the base with Sunlight. Han and Leia didn't seem to mind, their screaming managing to pierce through the deafening bay. Luke wished he could have said goodbye to her.
"So who is he?" Said the Mandalorian, leaning upon the command display, gazing upon the Togrutan Tango.
"He's reliable, capable, and full of potential," Ahsoka said, her gaze never averting from the display, upon it the deathly red stare of Yavin filled the room, little specs, tiny white dots flying towards an intimidating green sphere on the far side. She saw Luke, mid-left of Red Squadron.
"Potential huh? I get the feeling he's quite 'filling' indeed." She teased, her gaze turning to Dash'la who averted her own gaze, shaking her head and staring down at the display. "I thought you'd be the type that's into girls."
"Says you." Dash shot back, peeking back up.
"Who says I'm not." She flashed a wink, blowing a kiss over the table.
"Sabine?" Ahsoka spoke up
"Mhm?" She hummed, not breaking her sights from Dash, who in turn had hers fixated upon Sabine, a sort of staring war.
"That's my daughter."
"Oh..." Her sly smirk faded, instead a blink and a stare of shock and mild embarrassment took its place. Dash smirked, a sense of victory that she held her gaze longer. "...I didn't mean anything- I meant no disrespect by it."
"None taken..." Dash spoke up, arms outstretched now, palms upon the display, almost mimicking the pose of her mother, confident, authoritative, her tits bulging out of her leather jacket, restrained only by a desperate tube top, clinging for dear life around the overwhelming mass. "...besides, who says I'm not into girls?" The younger Tano blew her own kiss across the display back to Sabine, complete with tongue hanging from her lips in mocking passion, turning the Mandalorian a shade of red as strong as the highlights in her hair.
"Dash?" Ahsoka spoke up, the disappointment culpable in her voice.
"Mhm?"
"A little decorum for your hosts please."
Dash turned, tongue back in her mouth, flashing an apologetic smile.
Alliance command stared back at her, a mix of discomfort, confusion, fear and arousal upon their faces. Although that last one might have been exclusive to Leia as they all listened in. The distraction was a brief respite from the yells of garbled commlink chatter between the X-Wings amidst their assault.
The Death Star, Trench
The Second Run was a failure. Red Leader was vaporized by an unknown assailant. Around him, everyone was dying, his squad by some miracle of fate or the force was the last group standing. Biggs was gone, and a dozen more pilots who Luke would never know, gone with him. He still had Wedge. He was glad of it, he had never seen a pilot so capable, even in fiction.
They argued as to who should take the shot. Luke felt it would be better for Wedge, being the better pilot.
"You'll want me covering you against whoever is shooting us down in there." Wedge called over the Radio.
"Point made." Luke called back, diving down for the Trench, secure and covered from the majority of the Turbo-Lasers. Power diverted to rear deflector shields.
"Luke, the towers ahead will blast you!" Wedge called over the comms.
"No they won't, just gotta fly around the lasers!" Luke called back, his X-wing zipped left to right, averting the incoming fire much to Wedge's astonishment. "I need them to cover my ass!"
Wedge's attention was averted for a moment too long, his shields were taking fire, he manoeuvred himself behind Luke to block the shots as best he could, following his movements as he diverted his shields to the rear now the Towers ahead had ceased firing.
"Luke, get your targeting computer up, they're here!" Wedge called out. Behind him, on his sensors he saw the ships, two TIE Fighters, and some strange new class he hadn't witnessed before. Like a small TIE Bomber. Its accuracy was impressive.
It wasn't long before his shields gave out. "Shit, Luke I need to bail!"
"Go, I'll be fine!"
Wedge pulled away, leaving Luke exposed to the closing fighters. Luke could feel them approaching, his gaze ahead, averting his instruments as he felt it. A tension gripped his body up to this moment, a strange sensation. As if he had taken his first breath in life, free from an oppressive grasp upon his chest. The target ahead. The monster behind. His love a million miles away on a distant planet. He needed no eyes to see any of it.
Blaring alarms rang out, his shields were down, struck by several well-placed blasts from behind. It was over.
Explosions rang out, fire filling the corridor and debris scattering.
His commlink rang out with a cheer.
"YAHOO!" Came the cry of Han, gunning down his assailants, chaos filling the Trench behind him as he was free of the fire. "You're all clear kid! Now let's blow this thing and go home!"
Luke needed no further invitation, his Torpedoes away, sinking past the Ray-Shields and into the port. Pulling up and away he engaged his sublight engines. The Falcon and what remained of Red Squadron shot away from the station before a flash. A new dawn as the fire of a second star filled space around them.
"I owe you one Han!" Luke cheered over the Commlink, with the station gone, its jamming went with it, he could hear the celebrations back on Yavin 4 flooding through his earpiece. "What made you change your mind?"
"Don't worry about it Kid, just worry about how you're gonna repay the favour one day!" Han came through, along with a distant roar from Chewbacca. "That's none of his busi-" before the commlink cut off. Luke wasn't going to look this gift in the mouth.
Yavin 4, Massassi Base
He could barely get off the ladder before he was swarmed, hundreds of Rebels filling the hanger, cheering for the returning heroes. Men, women, and even droids were singing the praises of Luke Skywalker, Han Solo and Red Squadron. Half of the masses were already drunk and in full swing of a celebration party. Luke sensed the drinking had begun long before victory, it was hopeless binging become joyful chugging.
He found himself accosted more than once as he tried to swim through the crowd, several women, Humans and even a Twi'lek had pushed or pulled Luke aside, forcing a kiss upon him, elated, drunk or both that he had saved their lives. Luke could barely catch a glance of them, let alone remember them. He just wanted to find his room and get the Jumpsuit off.
He saw Han in the distance, calling out to him and waving. Han flashed a grin, waving back, before being led away. Luke saw who took his hand, heading off for the sleeping quarters. Leia dragged him away, a mixture of both frustration and celebration on her face. Luke knew just what reward had earned Han's return. It was too loud and too dense however for Luke to try anything to impede it.
He found himself free eventually, the crowds had dispersed into their groups, and parties, heading out of the hangar and into the open. Fire pits were lit and Alcohol was flowing freely. Luke found himself winding down a few corridors in search of his room. A young girl, a Mirialan about his age, half her face hidden behind a long green fringe and her head covered by a cap was his saving grace while lost. Leading him to his chambers, assisted by the datapad on her belt.
As they came to his door, she stopped, slowly pressing back against him, her plump rear against his crotch as she grinned up to him, opening the door. Another wordless thanks was offered, likely an offer to be further taken upon. He probably would have done, if not for when the door hissed open and the sight he was greeted with.
He found his lips locked to the Mirialans, a few buckles of his jumpsuit undone, just at the point her trousers fell around her ankles, exposing her pale green thighs. Yet Luke's gaze was not upon her, but in the room, at the figure upon the bed. Eventually, the confused girl followed suit, breaking the kiss and turning around.
"General Tano! A- ah, apologies!" The rookie called out, a green fluster overcoming her as she quickly knelt, pulling up her trousers and sprinting out of the room past Luke.
"You could have stopped her you know," Ahsoka called to Luke, laying upon her side, a palm supporting her head, the other tickling along the outside of her nude thigh. Her full form on display. "I don't mind sharing after all."
"True, though we still need to talk as you've been saying... I suppose a limit on the distractions is in order, besides you're all I need." He responded, undressing himself as he stepped into the room.
"Indeed." She slowly rolled onto her back, stretching upon the bed, her body a work of glistening art to him, the centre trophy to any display. "About earlier... some of the things said."
"I don't mean any of the... Alien whore stuff." Luke spoke up, the jumpsuit and his underclothes gone, as naked as she, approaching the bed to kneel next to her head, leaning down to plant a kiss upon her lips.
"It wasn't?" She seemed almost disappointed, quickly melting away into lust as she moaned softly against his lips.
"Would you rather it was?" Luke asked, head tilting. "You... want me to think so little of you? As just a thing to be used?" She couldn't help but fail to suppress a soft groan rising from her throat, her body writhing ever so slightly at his words. Luke lifted his gaze, across the bed on the table sat two bottles, one empty, the other halfway to empty. A clear guess as to who had made them so.
"Any frustrations you have, any urges, anything... I want to help you with them." She spoke up, lifting a hand to stroke softly at his cheek. "I am to teach you, in the ways of the force... as your master, it is my duty to be of service."
Luke smiled, he could feel her honesty, sense the passion behind her words. The Force spoke to him, a power he was a long path from understanding. But with her, with this beauty before him, he would find his path. It was only fair to repay her, in fulfilling her desires.
"I love you Ahsoka... and if it is your heart's desire to be so used... then use you I shall." He hummed, planting another soft, loving kiss upon her nose. He could feel the flutter in her heart, the heat radiating off her body, the pressure building between his legs.
He pushed himself upright, grasping a firm hold of her throat in both hands, squeezing softly and wrenching her neck back, pulling her along the bed to dangle her neck back over the edge. She gurgled out around his grip as she reached up to grab his hips, bracing herself as best she could for what came next.
With a careful aim and an insisting thrust, his cock shoved itself between her lips, forcing its way along her tongue, and straight down the clear pathway of her throat. Feeling his own bulging mass press out against her skin, running under his palms as his balls punched up against her nose, settling atop it, flooding her senses with the stench of his sweat. Filthy and full of potent Skywalker cum. She could hear it churning, freshly made baby batter ripe for dispensing. It was a sound quickly drowned out by the echoing gargles of the Togrutan General, getting throat-fucked like a common whore.
Before Luke was a display like no other, the sounds of strangling cries of a bitch's lips, wrapped balls deep around his cock, and the writhing, toned bodies of one of the galaxy's deadliest warriors his for the taking. With every thump of his balls against her face, her tits jiggled, rising up and down, her thighs almost setting fire to the sheets as they squirmed, the sight of gushing juices slathering them. He swung his hand down, slapping against the tits, ricocheting them against each other as he continued dominating his new 'slave'.
"I'm gonna use this mouth every morning. Every night. When I cum inside another woman. When I fill your slut daughter. Your filthy alien tongue will clean me." Luke growled down at her, still thrusting all the while. Not a thought to let her respond, nor even one to pull away for air. She wanted to be used. He was going to use her to the fullest. "Anywhere I want. In front of anyone I want. You belong to me."
The words alone worked wonders on Ahsoka. Luke saw that, her hips thrust into the air, knees spread as he felt her body seize beneath him, throat clenching tight around his throbbing, thick cock. A golden arc sprayed into the air from her cunt. A gushing orgasm as her mind went blank, pissing herself as she did. Her mind was fried, either from the mistreatment, or the lack of oxygen to her brain.
Perhaps the latter, but Luke was too lost in his thrusts to care, the orgasmic display of submission pushing him over the edge as he too came, unloading himself deep into her throat, grasping tight against her headtails, pulling harshly upon them to seal himself against her face, furthering the damage no doubt, but stuffing her and himself into a realm of bliss rarely reached.
It was then the door opened, but neither of them noticed. Nor the gasp of Dash'la who wandered in, finding her boyfriend balls deep in her blank-eyed mother, face caked in thick, yellow cum, pouring out her lips, sealed against his balls, and dripping down her upside-down face, filling her nostrils and dribbling down her horns.
Luke felt the sensation upon his balls, and the soft moan of another woman, her lips upon his balls, suckling against them, helping her mother lap up the cum that was flooding out around them. Luke groaned, pulling himself back, sanding upright, thankful that Dash's horns were not the length of her mother's as he stood behind her, resting his cum and spit-slathered shaft atop the daughter's face.
"I made your mommy my bitch." Luke grinned down to her, lightly grinding the soaking rod against her nose before pushing her forward, towards Ahsoka.
A flood of cum was oozing from her lips as she lay unmoving, only the choking gargles of faint breath managing to rise from her, each exhale producing a foul odour of cum, and a bursting bubble of it from her nose. A heavy spank against her leather-clad ass broke her fixation, glancing behind to her boyfriend as if expecting orders.
"Someone's been here... who?" Luke asked, glancing at the leathers, running his fingers along a few, fresh stains.
"S-... Sabine likes girls too." She whispered.
"Help Ahsoka out... I need to make a call." He hummed, pulling up a soft chair to recline on, pulling Dash'la's datapad from her belt as she crawled forward, planting her lips upon her mothers, the wet gurgles of a deep tongue kiss, suckling down the cum-stuffing of her mother, wakening her slightly as they began sharing at wet, drooling kiss before their master, who typed quietly upon the Datapad. Mocking the typing of a horny Togruta, wanting a round two in this chamber.
Sabine will need punishment for using his toys like that...