SWE/TESB:Leia follows Han
From Create Your Own Story
Main hold of the Millennium Falcon.
You're not about to let Han leave after he grabbed you like that! You storm out of the cockpit and find him poring over a console in the main hold. No one else is around, and even the dejarik board is shut down.
"And what precisely do you mean by anything else?" you demand. Han turns to you leisurely, the lop-sided smile still on his face.
"I'm sure we could think of something, Your Highnessness."
You sidle up to him and poke a finger into his chest. "I'm not that kind of woman, Captain Solo. I don't know what kind of space-floozies you've been associating with up until now, but I am a Princess and a former member of the Imperial Senate, and I don't expect such... rough handling!"
Han is still smiling as he grasps your finger in his hand and brings it up to his mouth. "Rough handling, huh?" he says, and gently sucks your finger into his mouth. "Princess, I'm the best star-pilot this side of the Hydian Way -- and the other side, come to think of it. I've got the right kind of touch."
"Forgive me if I disagree," you reply, but you can't deny that the sensation of his lips tenderly suckling on your forefinger is thrilling. Exciting, even.
Han takes your finger out of his mouth and begins massaging your hand. "I'm a forgiving type of guy."
"No you're not," you breathe, "you're a scoundrel."
"Yeah," Han says softly, leaning in. "I think you like it."
"No I don't--" you begin, but his lips are upon you, and you surrender yourself to the kiss. He wraps his strong arms around you and presses you close, drinking you in. You lace your fingers through his hair, locked in your passionate embrace. Finally, you part, your lips mere centimeters apart, your bodies still pressed together. "Now who's excited?" you say.
He grins, and kisses you again. His tongue invades your mouth and you fight back. The duel becomes frenzied, tongues licking and wrapping around one another. Han presses you back against the console, his hands coming up to grab your breasts through your thermal flightsuit. You break the kiss to say, "Hey, I told you I'm not that type of woman," but his touch intensifies, and you bite your lower lip to stop from crying out in pleasure.
"Maybe not," Han growls, kneading your soft breasts under his skilled palms, "but you'd like to be." His hands come up to your zipper, and he trails it down your body to your navel, parting your flightsuit and revealing your pert breasts. He slides his hands up to them, stroking the yielding flesh, and you nibble on his ear appreciatively. He tweaks your hardening nipples, and you shrug the flightsuit from around your shoulders, arching your back into his ministrations.
Han lifts you up onto the console, so that you mash buttons and indicators under your bottom, and he leans in to kiss and suck your breasts. You writhe in pleasure, grabbing handfuls of his hair as he descends lower, trailing kisses down your abdomen and working the flightsuit down your thighs. He kisses your moistened mound over your panties, and you lift your hips up to allow him to drag the thin garments down to your ankles. You kick them across the hold, and gasp in pleasure as Captain Solo fastens his mouth to your cunnie, nipping and suckling on your tender lips. "Oh, Captain," you breathe.
Han replaces his mouth with a finger, gently probing your folds, and gently pushing its way into your velvet opening. "Never had a Corellian before, Princess?"
You are moaning in time with Han's ministrations, his finger working its way in and out of your sopping love-hole. "No," you manage.
"Good with our hands," Han comments, and inserts a second finger, increasing his pace.
Breathing heavily, you say, "You're full of surprises, Captain." Han raises an eyebrow at you, crooking his forefinger to find your sweet spot. "I didn't think you had it in you... judging by your ship."
Han looks mock-offended, and his fingers halt in their delicious movement. "Hey, we've got it where it counts."
You appraise him archly. "I hope so, Captain." He grins again, and raises himself up so that you can reach down and unbuckle his belt. You grab the waistband of his trousers and slide off the console down to your knees, taking his pants with you. His Corellian cock springs free, and you run the tip of your tongue along the underside of the impressive shaft. You bring your hands up to cup the captain's balls, and you pop his cockhead into your mouth, sucking earnestly on the spongy crown. He grins down appreciatively at you as you bob your head, taking more and more of his length into your hot mouth, your fingers still tickling his balls.
"You've picked up a few tricks, Princess," he comments.
You work your tongue around the veiny shaft, lathering it with saliva, and pop it out of your mouth. "We all have hidden depths," you say, and plunge yourself back onto his cock. You suck him harder, bobbing your head to a fast beat, letting the tip of his cock bounce off your tonsils with every downward motion. You bring one hand up to grasp the base of his cock, applying pressure while you slurp your tongue around the head. Han throws his head back, enjoying the sensation. You use your other hand to massage your wet snatch, rubbing yourself in time to your cock-sucking, and you feel yourself aching for that cock to be put to better use.
| Character: |
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| Leia Organa |
| Setting: |
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| Millennium Falcon (The Empire Strikes Back) |
