The Lusts of Leia (Star Wars) Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Chapter 2: Dusk Sets on Coruscant

It had been several years since Leia's little tryst with Winter. The last princess of Alderaan and senator of the New Republic was now a couple years short of her thirtieth birthday. For her, it was strange at first to be living in an era free of imperial oppression. In the time that had passed since the destruction of the second Death Star, there were still no shortage of troubles. But none of them could have ever compared to Palpatine's age of cruelty.

Han had just gotten back from an expedition. Anyone looking at him would not have thought that he was once a common smuggler in the employ of the criminal underworld. But just as he had led the forces of the Rebel Alliance, so too was he now an effective general in the New Republic. She was all too ready to see him once more.

And she would be seeing him. She had gotten news he was coming back very soon. She suitably put on something a little racy for his attention, to titillate him and make him happy to see her once more. She posed in front of her long mirror in her apartment on Coruscant. It was a palatial abode if there ever was one, but it could never compare to her old home on Alderaan. But even after the destruction of her homeworld and spending several years on the frontline and living in the considerably more humble surroundings of rebel bases, she had never forgotten her royal upbringing and was more than happy to indulge in every high class luxury she could find. Old habits died hard and some just never would.

The sun was sinking over the horizon behind a pair of buildings.  As she looked herself over, a vain smile appeared on her face. She might have been surrounded by things of all high class and wonder, but she realized that she was the most beautiful thing here. She was wearing a sleeveless white gown which left virtually nothing to the imagination. The skirt came short of actually reaching her pussy and the fine material was so transparent that anyone would be able to see every part of her underneath. Her luscious breasts could be seen heaving with every breath she took and her nipples were dark with color. She turned around so that she could primp just a little more, admiring how her tight little ass cheeks were sticking out. Not exactly the kind of thing most people would associate with the infamous Princess Leia who these days had more of a martial reputation than anything related to her royal bearing. Being the only blood daughter of Darth Vader certainly had that effect.

But now she was more than happy to play a certain other role. Namely that of a sex kitten. Her heart beat wildly in her chest not just from the joy of reuniting with Han but also sensing his presence. It was not just that she knew that he was arriving soon which filled her up with jubilation. It was also her power in the force. Even when she would talk with him via holocom, she could sense his signature. This close to her now, she could sense him as if she felt his breath upon her skin.

That feeling was getting stronger and stronger. Even with her powers in the force, his presence was becoming blurred, like it was everywhere. Whatever natural talent she held in otherworldly power was nothing compared to her own feelings raging inside her breast. She turned to face the door as if she would be witnessing a miracle from the force itself.

Then as if it truly was some power she had just manifested, the door opened up the same instant she looked at it. She smiled. It was Han.

He was smiling too. He looked at her as if he had seen an old friend after so many years or if he was lost on in the wastes of Tattooine and managed to find an oasis that wasn't being sold at an inexorbitant price by Jawa's or the property of some local thug who would force you to do all sorts of dirty deeds to the point of exhaustion just to taste even a single drop of it's sweetness. That was always the case whenever he came home to her from missions. But now as he beheld her, he was looking at her as if he had was seeing her naked for the first time.

She realized just how flummoxed he was too. She posed before him cute, tilting her head and batting her eyes at him while holding her hands behind her like some innocent little girl. That look she was giving him, her body being virtually naked before him. He couldn't resist her.

He rushed in so fast that never of them heard the door automatically shut behind him. He grabbed her by her shoulders and pinned her so hard that she fell right onto the floor underneath them. He forced his tongue deep into her mouth and his greedy hands reached under the gown to grab her full and succulent breasts. He was on top of her like a beast.

With the way he was on top of her and kissing her, feeling up her breasts like a beast, most people would be forgiven for thinking he was attacking her. He was grinding up hard on her, his dick at full attention and bulging in his pants. But her nipples were rock hard under his palms, and she had wrapped her legs around his back, not letting him go. Her tongue was just as active as they both stirred in each other's mouths.

While he was moving up on her, Leia was pulling his shirt up from the hem up to the shoulders, revealing his muscular back underneath. Her soft hands on his naked flesh felt so good and warm. As he touched her, she longed to feel a certain something else of his that was warm inside of her. She grabbed hold of his crotch and massaged the thing growing underneath. His pants were still on, but she could still feel how hot and big it was, and longed to feel him for real.

He was losing it. He felt up her breasts even harder and started kissing all over her neck. Her fingers deftly pulled down his zipper and reached inside, grabbing his cock. If she wasn't under him, the heat in his member would have made her pause for sure.

Her grabbing his naked dick did make him pause. It wasn't usual when she had power over him, she was a seasoned fighter herself in all arenas and had even learned some rudimentary tricks with the force, but he was still a warrior through and through. But no matter how tough they were, there was always a weak point.

Not for long. It was only for a few seconds and then he was all over her again. He lifted up the little miniskirt that barely provided her any modesty and hiked it up so that she was fully exposed to him. The sight of her naked vagina, her finely trimmed pubic bush damp with her juices, the way she was breathing, there was no doubt. No longer wasting any time, he rammed his cock right inside of her.

His weapon stabbing all the way into her made her gasp. He was still at first too, he had wanted her so badly ever since he got back home and the look of her in that gown posing so cutely would have driven even the staunchest of Jedi past their limits, so much so that if Luke was still unaware that she was his sister, there would be no doubt that he would have submitted to his passions once and for all when the Sith Lords of the Galactic Empire were unable to break him. Now that Han was firmly inside of her, he relished in their union, she was everything he could have wanted.

Things wouldn't remain peaceful for long. Still nestled inside of her all the way, Han pressed his hands onto the floor to make it more comfortable for him as he moved back and forth inside of her. He looked down at her. It was still only beginning to edge into evening, and the sight of her so lost in pleasure that she couldn't even look at him was as beautiful to his eyes as if she were in the royal gardens of any palace in a full dress. That image of her alone had him moving slow inside of her at first.

But the pleasure was too much for him to stay still like that for long. Acting on his lust for her, he picked up the pace, pumping inside of her on the regular. Leia just whimpered at first from the sheer intensity of his fucking. She had plenty of toys laying around but they could never compare to a real dick. Yet she wasn’t wracked by surprise so much as stunned by it. It had been so long since she had a man inside of her, and she loved this man being inside of her the most.

Her legs still wrapped around him, she moved her hips right back up against him. He barely noticed at first, that’s how tight and good she felt on his prick, but as the euphoric sensations in his penis built up, he looked down at her again and saw her staring deeply into his eyes. He kissed her again.

Leia was holding onto him even harder. In that position he played with her tits again. It wasn’t the most comfortable setup for either of them, but neither of them cared. They were both so horny and wanton that all they could focus on the ecstasy of those sacred moments.

And it had been too long since Han had felt her touch. He shot first, blowing his load right into her pussy. Leia was still holding to him in a passionate embrace as much as she could, but that burst of semen filling her up was breaking her strength. It would indeed break her as she came herself very quick into it, and then she did collapse away from him with the force of her climax breaking her mind and body. She fell onto the floor under him as his cock still spurting it’s goo sprayed all over her.

Han flipped over and lay beside her. The two of them softly sighing, reveling in their ecstasy. Their orgasms were so intense that they totally forgot about each other, and simply sat there in that blissful state of unthinking happiness, not wanting or needing anything else in that space. But Han looked at her again.

“Leia…” he whispered to her. She looked back at him. The promise of more of him awakened her all too easily. She flipped herself over and got on top of him. His hot spooge was still dripping out of her cunt, and she sat on him easily, his prick sinking right back inside of her cum filled hole with a loud squish. He sighed deeply from how good it felt to be back inside of her, he started to want it more than she did.

She had been riding him like he was a steed when he suddenly pumped himself right back inside of her at full force. It shook her up so much that her whole body jumped up and she suddenly came again. She looked down at him with a goofy smile, that orgasm rocked her so good that she felt all but ready to fall right off if he wasn't holding her hips. Letting herself sink into the sensations, she straddled him at a leisurely pace while he continued plowing her, holding her for both her comfort as well as to make sure she was there to take it from him good with each and every thrust.

Eventually she did let herself fall, right on top of him. With his penis still rocking inside her, they passionately kissed each other, fucking each other like rabbits. The room was getting darker as dusk faded to night but none of that mattered, all they could sense was the heat of each other's skin and the sheer ecstasy of doing it, all in the privacy of each other's arms.

He came again not too much later, and Leia grunted in the midst of her kiss as she came right along with him. This time, she did have to roll over and off him from the intensity of that second climax. The two of them breathed hard after all that fucking.

Then she turned her head and looked at him. “That the best you got?”

“Oh princess. You haven't seen the half of me.”

***

An hour later, Han dozed in their bed while Leia looked out the window in the main area of her apartment. As she relaxed in her apartment on Coruscant, a palatial abode if there ever was one, and looked up at the night sky, the stars so beautiful and unmarred by the constant air traffic, she smiled. Life was not peaceful and it was far from perfect. But it was close enough. Han was currently sleeping after coming home from an expedition, he had long earned that rest. She had never seen herself calling the scoundrel her one and only, not since she first met him on the Death Star, not after he was snatched from her on Bespin, and not after the Battle of Endor. But she had. With her life, she was sure that whatever challenges that might come up along the way, she was sure that she would be ready for them.

That last sentence was an easy enough thing to say. But even as she sat back and savored the current peace of the moment, she knew that even during the current period of the New Republic with Palpatine's name a whispered memory of the terror that once held the galaxy in a chokehold and Vader a mere ghost who was used to scare children, that things were far from great. The coming day would be all too vicious even if she was no longer a warrior.

It had been that way today too. She remembered that things went on the senate floor as they always did. The Bothan senator Borsk Fey’yla had proven himself to be a firebrand. When he took the stage, nobody was safe.

“Senators of the New Republic, I beseech you,” she remembered him saying. “It is true that Admiral Ackbar was a hero of the alliance and fought in many battles. But it is clear that his interests no longer align with what we people of the New Republic need today! And that statement goes for many others I can name here as well.” He looked straight at Leia with an unwavering glare. “Heroes are heroes and we should be grateful to their efforts. But perhaps they should also learn their place. The Galactic Empire was a terrible thing and without the valiant deeds of some of the people here present with me, we would still be suffering under the yolk of their oppression.” He cleared his throat. “But it has also been broken. Let us honor those who have done us such a great service and delivered us into an era free of Palpatine’s tyranny. But we should not live in the shadow of heroes either. We must forge ahead on our own path for our own best interests. Lest our new order be stillborn before it has the chance to grow strong.”

The senate was hushed. Him looking squarely at her was no mere coincidence, and she and the rest of the senate knew it. But Leia was undaunted.

“You speak as if we are living in an age of peace Senator Fey’yla,” she said. “Palpatine is dead and we no longer feel Vader’s breath down our necks. But the empire is far from finished. Our worlds are under siege from the Imperial Remnant’s forces day after day. The armada was dealt a heavy blow the night I bore witness to the second Death Star blowing up in the skies of Endor. And they are only the beginning of what we have to deal with. I personally put an end to Jabba the Hutt, a gangster who only ever looked out for his own interests. He was the most vicious of his clan. But I think we all know,” she said, looking at the rest of her fellow senators, “that he was not unique in his cruelty. When the Hutt clans are not fighting with each other for who will take his place, they have proven to be a scourge perhaps worse than the remnant. At least we know with imperial forces that our worlds are under attack. Jabba’s successors and the cartels? They sneak amongst our people as if they were our own while plying their trade and trafficking their services to so many wicked ends. They are the unseen enemy, a sickness whose bloat ruins us even as we speak. I am sure that there are many here who are on their payroll.”

“Do you mean to suggest I am corrupt, Senator Organa?” Fey’yla said. He had not looked away from her once during her speech.

“You once spoke of how the New Republic must move on away from the efforts of us heroes,” she said. “As we now struggle thanks to our efforts. My real mother who conceived and I never knew and my father who raised me as if I were his own were present when Palpatine made the inauguration speech at his new empire, speaking of the problems of the current republic of their time and how they intended to move away from that. And the old republic might have had it’s problems, but it was still a republic. If his dark spirit is watching us from whatever netherworld he was sent to, then I think he would be proud.”

The Bothan’s face twisted into an animalistic state of rage. Contra to their bestial features, their kind was far from stupid. But when push came to shove they were just as passionate as any other species. He was not an instrumental part of the Bothan spy network of the old days or even a member, just someone who had risen to power thanks to their prominence in helping the Rebel Alliance. He was preparing to say something when Mon Mothma held up a hand for silence. He looked in her direction.

“Come now,” she said, hoping to break the tension. “There is no use in pointing fingers. We must all work together for the sake of a unified galaxy.”

Leia briefly glanced at her then right back at Fey’yla. Mon Mothma was more of a politician and a strategist during the Rebel Alliance, and here in the political realm that was all too true. She and Leia had worked hard to topple the empire. But even then they both knew they were total opposites. The other woman played the maid of civility well, but the Bothan senator was one of her most trusted advisors. She had her own agenda in mind.

No doubt in that moment she only sought to help Fey’yla not say something stupid in the heat of the moment and save face.

Leia would not dignify her with a response. Instead she spoke to Fey’yla once more. “That remark was too harsh.” She bowed in apology. “Senator Fey’yla. The Rebel Alliance could have never succeeded without the help of the Bothan spy network. But that does not mean the New Republic should be shackled to Bothan interests. There has been many a time where you have suggested that your people have been ignored and mistreated. But you said earlier that we should not live in the shadow of heroes. The Bothan spies were heroes too. And we should not live in their shadows either.”

He seemed to calm down. Then he grunted. “I pray that you are right, Senator Organa. The galaxy has proven to be a dangerous place. When it comes to what is right, I hope that we are able to do the right thing. Or else we may all find ourselves creating a new order not unlike the one that came before. You speak of Palpatine?” He snickered. “Then I will say this much. The apple and the tree. Do you take my meaning?”

“Yes, I do. But Vader was blood alone and I only learned of that when he died.”

“I meant more to suggest the political lineage of which you came from. The Imperial Senate was never a true senate, and that shriveled old man from Naboo could never have accomplished what he did on his own. You were never an active part in his schemes and used your position to subvert many of his goals. Standing before me now, you no doubt have much to be proud of. And yet to me in a real senate, you seem green in so many ways.”

It was a stalemate. But it wasn't a victory. Leia had been used to stalemates during her time in the imperial senate. Whether it was dealing with other senators that blatantly supported the old empire's agenda, or the moffs themselves, she knew a stalemate didn't mean anything. The crowd was silent, and that could mean anything. At least in the empire, she had fear to guide her, fear that would tell her if she would have Vader or one of the Emperor's Hands tracking her back, something of a sixth sense no doubt aided by her innate talents in the force. It was never a pleasant feeling but at least it was something she could rely on. Now, she had nothing to rely on save her instincts.

And much was said between them that was true, and yet he did in the end have his own goals at the forefront. The Bothan senator had so many times argued for his peoples’ interests at the expense of not only humans but also the various other species of the galaxy. In the new order, it would do them no good to be tearing each other apart in such a fashion.

As Leia’s mind returned to the present, the current peace was not such a small thing that it was shattered by such memories. The day had been tumultuous throughout and that lovely reunion with Han had only lasted a few hours. But it was so wonderful that it might as well have been a lifetime by comparison. It was a thing she felt in her mind, and as she looked over her body, so exposed in her little white gown under the silver moonlight, still feeling the marks of sweat and semen, not in her flesh either. Her heart leapt in her chest thinking about what she had just done, and she felt a warm wetness in her pussy.

Yet reminiscing on the events in the senate today made her think of other things. There was another survivor of Alderaan, by some miracle he survived the empire too and now he was a junior senator, her protege. Del Veniz, a young man five years her junior, curly chestnut hair, tall too. Once while making her way to leave the senate, she accidentally bumped into him after he had come out of the gym. He was totally shirtless, and she never forgot that memory, it was the first time seeing him au naturel, he was buff all over, his body was glistening with sweat. He smiled and apologized, then awkwardly excused himself.

At that point in time, she felt like she was the one who should have been embarrassed. She was blushing beet red, and was frozen just from the awkwardness of that moment. When he moved past her, she turned her head to look back at him, watching him move for every second she could, then quietly collected herself and went back to her business. She still hated that he passed up her invitation for some fun back on that ride they had together, leaving her to pleasure herself only to find herself still sorely needing in satisfaction, leaving her to sate her needs with Winter. Not a regrettable incident at all, but it only left her wanting more of the young senator.

She could still hear Han snoring in the other room. They had went at it pretty good just then, but clearly for all his strength, he had far less stamina than she did. The smuggler was far from perfect. But they were one now, and that was that. As she reached a hand to one of her breasts, she realized that was all she needed.

Han's caresses and his taste was still fresh on her mind. But she longed for more. Thinking of the young senator, she thought of his nearly nude form that time she ran into him, thought of all the things she wanted to do to his cute boyish face and worship his naked masculine torso. Thought of how big his dick was.

While she fantasized about it, she closed her eyes, letting herself fade into a force trance. She opened her eyes to find herself back at the Cloud City of Bespin. It was the same room she was staying with Han. She giggled, remembering this was the first time they made love.

She hoped that this time she wouldn't find herself with any unwelcome visitors.

She was sitting on her bed, looking at the door of the wash room in front of her. The water was still running on the other side. She looked down at herself, saw that she was still wearing her gown. She quickly sprinted over to the dresser and looked at herself in the mirror. Her appearance was far from messy, and she looked like she had taken a painstaking amount of time to primp herself up, her makeup was done so intricately that it looked perfectly natural and her lips were covered in a faint pale gloss. Any man would want her.

Then the door opened. She smiled, expecting to see Han. But when she saw who it really was, he gasped.

It was her favorite junior senator. Del Veniz was practically naked, only wearing a towel over his legs to cover himself up. His whole body was shining with moisture and his curly hair was still wet. That innocent smile on his face had just the slightest bit of menace to it. It got her so wet.

Then he took off the towel. His manhood was already standing up to full attention, and he was so big too. She was looking at it for so long that she had to catch herself. She looked back up at him, he was still grinning arching one of his eyebrows at her. She thought to find something to say, as if she should be ashamed for doing such a thing despite him casually baring himself before.

“It's alright Leia,” he said.

The thought didn't even occur to her that she just let him so casually use her first name. Instead she just felt so good to be addressed in such a way. As opposed to 'Miss Organa,' or 'Senator Leia.' He tilted his head cutely and said, “Let's have ourselves some fun, shall we?”

She suddenly felt like the little girl in that situation. She couldn't even find the words to respond to him. All she could do was stare at him, easily one of the most fine looking men she had seen in forever. Not even her love for Han could change that.

She wouldn't need the words. He quickly walked at her and then pushed her down onto the bed. Before she knew it, his tongue was in her mouth and his hands had torn open her gown and fondled her breasts with his big hands. She was all too happy to bear his affections, she wrapped her legs around his waist in a lover's embrace before she even realized it. She was totally powerless before him.

Their bodies were totally locked up against each other. He kissed all over her neck and she moaned deeply, wanting more, needing more. She could feel his massive dick rubbing up against her body. She craved him inside of her.

As if he could read her mind, he plunged his cock inside of her. She gasped loudly, she had never felt such a big penis inside of her that at first she was stunned from how badly it stretched her inner walls. She looked up to see him looking down at her with a feral grin. Nothing at all like how he was normally.

Even in the heights of her ecstasy, she knew this one was a dream.

At that point she could no longer give it to him. All she could do was hold onto him for dear life as his cock pounded inside of her. Her bare breasts rubbed up against his masculine chest as she cried out again and again, and again. She was older than him by at least half a decade, but against his dick hammering inside of her, she felt like a little girl all over again.

He kissed her again. She kissed him back as best she could. Her own body was a firestorm of lust, and she could only think of one thing. It made her focused and it made her wild.

Time seemed to blur. The only thing she could feel was her own ecstasy and powerlessness before him. Before she knew it, she was riding him. He was possessed of no less ardor than before and despite her being on top of him, she was totally within his control. She was riding him so bad, that she almost fell before he grabbed her hips to keep her steady. Her insides were rocking his dick good and every second the growing sweetness eroded what was left of her sanity. All she could feel was that dick inside of her, bringing her to inevitable satisfaction over and over again. She might as well have been some common skank hired by the senator for a fun night.

When he blew his load inside of her, she howled so badly that her voice was hoarse. He pulled out of her, his dick covered in their mutual love juices. She didn't need to be told to clean him off, she closed her eyes and did exactly that. While doing so, she stirred her fingers in her cream filled twat, she felt so alive and it was only going to get better.

“Was that better than Han?” he said.

She took him out of her mouth to answer him. Then she suddenly snapped awake. She was back in Coruscant. The night was just as cool as before. But her body was on fire.

“Was that real?” she said in a hushed whisper. She knew it must have been. But it felt so real that it took her mind time to adjust to her current surroundings. The strangeness of her mind recovering did nothing to dampen her lusts which begged to be answered.

Just like when she had pleasured herself onboard her personal vessel. But this time unlike when she had fantasized about Xizor, she felt no disgrace at all. Nor did she feel any shame as she dipped her hands into her wet vagina and looked at her fingers shining with strands of her juices, she felt no shame. She could still hear Han snoring in the other room.

She only had to work herself with her hands for several minutes before she happily climaxed again.