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After their escape from the Great Pit of Carkoon, they barely made it to the Millenium Falcon and the X-Wing before the sandstorm hit.
Han wanted to start right away, but Luke argued that the sublight engines would ignite the sand and the resulting firestorm may have devastating effects on nearby settlements.
And so they decided to wait it out, with Luke on board the Falcon, too, since he would be cramped inside his X-Wing soon and long enough.
The first thing Leia did after she'd raced on board the ship, was heading for the shower.
She sighed as the warm water washed away the grime, sand and tension of the last few days, pondering what she should do next.
A nap before they met up with the rest of the fleet sounded incredibly good, but as her eyes caught the discarded slave outfit, a different idea formed in her head.
After she’d stepped out of the shower and had toweled herself off , she noticed a neatly folded stack of the utilitarian clothes she usually preferred when not-strictly-on-, not-strictly-off-duty.
Appreciatively, she drew a finger over the top of the stack, no doubt in her mind who had covertly brought her those.
Luke was one of the most considerate men she'd ever had, or even met, and this gesture strengthened her believe in her plan even more.
Ignoring the fresh clothes for the moment, she turned towards her slave outfit.
The garments were almost in an as sorry state as she'd been, but most of it was dust and sand, and a quick soak-and-dry cleaned them up enough.
She even brushed up her boots, pondering that while Jabba might've been the vilest scum in the Outer Rim, his merchandise was top-notch; the soles were flat and the leather soft and padded and it was clear they were designed to be both seductive and comfortable, a combination invaluable to a dancer.
Making sure noone was around, she scooped both sets of clothes up and hastily skipped to her bunk, briefly yelling out to Luke that he could now take his turn.
Once there, she draped herself on her bed, awaiting impatiently the inevitable visit of her Jedi.
Only that it didn't came, and after half an hour of fruitless waiting, the princess decided she had enough.
Her footsteps were firm and heavy, her earlier desire for secrecy having melted under her pent-up frustration with oblivious men like a snowflake in the Tatooine desert.
Luckily, Han, Chewie and Lando seemed to be busy in a different part of the ship, and so nobody was there to witness how her ample boobs wobbled in the rigid cups or how her round butt was bared with each determined step as the back of her skirt billowed and fluttered from side to side.
When she stormed into his room unannounced, Luke started up from his shallow slumber, immediately sitting up in his bunk and turning towards his unexpected visitor, his feet hitting the deck with an audible thump.
"How is it," she growled as she walked towards him, "that when a lady around here wants something, she has to get it herself?"
Luke swallowed nervously once she stood before him, tall and proud, her hands pressed into her hips.
"Did- didn't you see the clothes I brought you?"
"Oh, I saw them," Leia told him, her voice softer now, her hands gently stroking his cheeks and chin. "That was very sweet, thank you."
"However," she continued, swinging her right leg over his left shoulder. "Not what I was talking about."
With the back of her knee resting on top of his shoulder and her leg draped across his back, her bare thigh was close enough to Luke's cheek that he could feel the heat radiating from it.
"Oh..." He swallowed dryly. "I... I wasn't sure how much closeness you'd want after... I thought you would... would tell me if... if you wanted companionship..."
Despite how endearing she found his stammering, his wide, innocent eyes, Leia cut it short with a bit of gentle pressure of her heel, pushing his upper body forward until his cheek was pressed against the flat of her stomach, her fingers threading through his mop of blonde hair.
Luke looked up at her in slight bewilderment, but quickly regained his senses.
With his hands on her hips, he brought a bit more space between them before placing a tender kiss right above her belly button.
"Are you sure?" He asked softly, now with more than a hint of bubbling desire in his voice.
She smiled silently down on him with a warm, hooded gaze and just nodded.
Luke trailed a circle of wet, tickling kisses around her navel, before dipping his tongue into it and playfully twisting his wet organ around inside the little, sexy hollow.
The princess squirmed in his slight grasp, her belly muscles dancing against his teasing mouth.
Leave it to Luke to make her feel like her belly was the most erogenous zone of her body...
Gently, he tugged at her hips and Leia slipped her leg back down from his shoulder, allowing him to pull her into his lap.
Once settled, Leia wrapped her legs around the small of his back and started to kiss him, hard and passionate.
"Leia," Luke gasped against her lips when he felt her nestling at the waistband of his shorts, "Leia, wait-"
He gingerly pushed against her shoulders, both needing her to stop for a second and not wanting to deny her the loving contact she apparently so desperately craved.
With a silent, annoyed huff, Leia stopped her assault, impatiently waiting for him to say his piece so she could go back to kissing him senseless.
"Jabba, he, uhm... he didn't..." Luke stuttered, unsure how he should inquire about her time with Jabba.
"Rape me?" She finished his thought and to Luke's bewilderment, Leia threw her head back and laughed brightly. "Oh, Luke... Jabba didn't think like that. To him, I was a prized possession, an object to flaunt in front of his customers, associates and rivals. He would force me to dance before him and his peers and leer at me, but only to show his power over me and to aggrandize my "value".
"So don't worry, your princess is still in pristine condition. Or she would be," Leia added with a sultry smirk, "If you hadn't already had your grubby hands all over her body on multiple occasions..."
"That's not what I was-"
"Please, Luke," she said softly between the teasing kisses she placed on his lips to interrupt him, "Don't deny me this. I need you. I want you. We don't have much time before the grand attack, and in case it somehow all goes wrong in the worst way, I don't want the last time I intimately showed my body to have been against my will."
"O-okay." His voice was raspy with arousal and his heart beat like it wanted to jump out of his ribcage.
She unwrapped her legs and pulled them back, so that she was now resting on her knees and shins, with his hips trapped between her strong, smooth thighs.
Giddily, she pulled at his boxers, and with a helpful lift of his butt, she slid them down to his ankles.
His member was already erect and throbbing, pressing thickly against the metal front of her loincloth, the cool surface doing nothing to diminish its hardness.
Luke slid his hands up her body, curious fingers ghosting over the intricate bikini top.
She smirked when his thumbs brushed over the cloth between the metal swirls to confirm that yes, those were indeed her nipples poking through, hard like cobble stones, and she arched her bust playfully into full display.
Luke blushed cutely in embarrassment, being called out like this, and Leia pressed her upper arms together, making her ample chest almost pop out of their confines, teasing him further.
He reached around to open the intricate clasp, but she gently pushed his arms back. "No," she said, cheekily biting her lip. "Leave it on."
"Wha-"
"I've seen you looking at me at the palace. You liked seeing me dressed like this. And I... liked how you looked at me. And I swore that I would do everything I was forced to do while wearing this for the man I love, too, and more. To make happy memories in this bikini. So please, leave it on and... enjoy the show."
She cupped his face in both hands and kissed him, slow and tender.
When she leaned back again, she teasingly tugged the bikini cups down, so they now served as bowls or trays to prop up and present her full, round breasts. They were a bit too large for the cups and therefore spilled a bit over the rounded rims while her off center, erect nipples pointed slightly outward.
Luke couldn't believe his fortune.
Leia's "dancing" outfit already had had a shameful effect on him and now, instead of having to banish all those impure thoughts he had about her with cold showers and hours of meditation, she was sitting his lap, asking him to indulge.
Luke surged forward and with practiced accuracy, he captured the hard nub on her left breast first between his lips, then his teeth.
Gently, he increased the pressure just a tiny amount, making her squeal and shudder in pained pleasure, before releasing the hurt teat and dragging his flat, wet tongue soothingly across it.
Leia found herself arching into the loving ministrations of Luke's mouth. The trails of saliva he left across her breasts were like acid on the memories of Jabba threatening to slobber over her face, dissolving them until they were only a faint picture of something that didn't matter at all anymore.
Meanwhile, his hands started to explore her body more confidently, stroking her back, her hips and thighs, and soon, her hot skin, burning with passion, had warmed up the unheated synthskin of his right hand enough that she no longer could notice a difference in temperature between them.
There was no slip, not even a thong to her costume, only the flowing loincloth covering her sex as she raised her hips to seek out his erection. When her bare, sweltering netherlips finally kissed her lover's manhood, she shifted her crotch and started to slide her slit up and down the length of his member, slowly lubricating him with her drooling juices.
Luke gasped as her slippery, fuzzy vulva rubbed along his cock and he started to buck subduedly but needily against it, silently pleading for Leia to angle her hips just a bit differently so that her entrance would line up with his tip.
But Leia had other ideas, instead treating him to the sensation of her hard, slick pearl at the apex of her slit brushing up against his throbbing shaft while she cooed and mewled at the pleasure it brought her.
His fingertips started to dig into her butt almost painfully as he desperately tried to hang on, to not lose himself all over his stomach.
Finally, she had mercy and reached between her legs.
Luke jerked as her slender finger wrapped around his engorged manhood, slick with her juices before having even entered.
She gave it a few firm pumps, making sure he was as hard as can be, spreading his precum across the mushroom tip with her thumb.
She then angled the broad, swollen head at her winking entrance, gave the tip a last, teasing kiss before sinking unceremoniously down, her tight canal swallowing his member effortlessly.
Luke groaned almost painedly. Her slick walls already munched on his shaft the entire way down; when Leia had proclaimed she wanted this, she'd clearly understated the fact.
Bottoming out on his thighs, she arched her spine and threw her head back, Luke watching on in amazement as a frenzy of bucks and squirms, accompanied by gasping moans, rushed through her body just from that initial penetration.
Once the delightful shuddering of her breasts and flexing of her belly had stopped, Luke's interest was drawn lower, between her thighs, where her loincloth hid the sordid kiss her fuzzy peach was giving his loins.
Slowly, he tugged the offending piece of fabric aside to dangle down his left thigh, baring the beauty of their union to his eyes.
Leia, having regained her senses after that brief loss of control to her lust, noticed quickly where Luke's attention was. She placed her forearms upon Luke's shoulders, her fingers intertwined behind his neck, and with the gained leverage she angled her hips and moved them lewdly leisurely, so he could watch her fat, swollen lips, stretched around his cock, rub up against its base.
She smirked at the look of disbelief and lust on his face at her wanton display of what was to come, and when she angled his head upwards to kiss his open mouth, his eyes were full of love and desire for her, mirroring her own feelings for him.
He groaned softly when she shifted her thighs and wiggled her hips as she was getting into just the right position to start their lovemaking in earnest, and with a last look to make sure his attention would be on her performing body, she let her eyes flutter half-closed, her head slightly bent back in pleasure, and began to ride her lover.
And ride him she did, grinding her heaving, half-naked form on top of him with deep and sensual lust.
Her hips rolled rhythmically with her exertions as her inner muscles massaged his cock deep within her womanly depths, occasionally kissing him hungrily, but mostly keeping her distance so he could watch her lustful dance or pay tribute to her offered breasts as they quivered in their upturned cups.
He yearned to replace them with his hands, but Leia had told him the bra would stay on, and he respected her request.
And so Luke contended himself with applying wet, sloppy, tongue-heavy kisses and soft little bites to her bountiful tits and suckling at her stiff nipples, while his hands took cruel palmfuls of her meaty, firm ass to occupy themselves.
Leia knew they didn't have much time, but that was okay as she felt the tight coil in her belly build up quickly.
She started to grunt and pant, riding him harder, gyrating and humping in his lap as she strove to get his member in deeper, trying to aim his length at all the sweet spots along her flexing walls.
When Luke dove anew for her breasts, she grabbed his head and pushed him into her deep, sweat-slickened cleavage, smothering with her heated, womanly mounds.
She heard his muffled, aroused moan which turned into a strangled, desperate grunt, and she felt his hips buck...!
His quick, shallow thrusts up into her as he spilled his seed were enough to send her finally over the edge as well.
As the first bolt of her peak hit her, Leia bit down on her knuckles to stifle her high-pitched cry, before claiming her lover's mouth with her own to dampen any consecutive sounds while her body was rocked by wave after wave of her orgasm.
Between her quaking, constricting thighs, Luke kept humping into her, another three, four times until all of his seed was flooding her depths. Leia's body continued to passionately grind against him a little longer, for the few precious moments where he'd stopped thrusting but remained hard, as she rode out the last jolts of her climax.
When her high finally had ebbed down to just the occasional, slight aftershock racing through her body, she slumped down against him.
The metal rims of her bikini dug uncomfortably into Luke's ribs, but the softness of her breasts and rubbery nipples made it impossible for him to complain.
As his wilting member slipped out of the homely warmth of her pussy, a trickle of his seed followed and he wondered about the current state of Leia's chemical contraception.
But then, Leia wouldn't have done what she’d just done if she wasn't comfortable with the outcome... either way.
And Luke, to his mild surprise, realized that he, was fine with it, too. Either way.
"So, uh... you're going to dance for me?" Luke asked, trying his best to sound nonchalant, as soon as his mind was able to form coherent thoughts. Coherent, yes, but not necessarily proper ones.
Leia chuckled. Men. "Already coming around to the idea, hm? Naughty Jedi." She gave him a soft peck on the cheek. "Yes. When all is said and done, when the Emperor is dead and that wretched station is blown out of the sky," her voice had taken a fiery tone that enamored Luke to her every time he witnessed it (and frankly, even frightened him a bit, even though if it wasn't aimed at him), "there certainly will be some kind of celebration, I know how soldiers are. And when that is over, we will have some private celebration. And yes, if you want, I'd be happy to dance for you. Jabba could've only wished I'd performed for him the way I will for you..."