Abandon

Pretending to suck on Leia's earlobe, she said to her,

• Please, make love to me like you've never done before, or they'll **** me for displeasing the master or throw me into the rankor.

Clearly the Twi'lek wasn't lying. Leia saw her despair in her eyes. She gave in and no longer resisted, letting her body do the work. Perhaps by saving the Twi'lek, she was saving herself a little, even if the price was to plunge into this lust, and would present her strength when it came time to rebel.

Leia felt her hands tremble as she caressed the Twi'lek's back; each movement was a struggle between her rebellious soul and her submissive body. The heat of the other woman's skin was oppressive, and yet, she couldn't help but desire her, with every fiber of her being. The Twi'lek's lips brushed hers, and Leia, despite herself, felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spine.

Weary of the battle, she surrendered body and soul, but she felt she was no longer exhausting her strength for the moment of rebellion. And this Twi'lek was gifted; she didn't want to harm her for a pride that, at that moment, was useless. She might as well save the little girl.

Weary of the battle, she surrendered body and soul, but she felt she was no longer exhausting her strength for the moment of rebellion. And this Twi'lek was gifted; she didn't want to harm her for a pride that, at that moment, was useless. She might as well try to save the little girl.

Leia's fingers wandered over the Twi'lek's smooth skin; each caress was a losing battle against herself. The heat of their embrace was oppressive, and yet she couldn't help but let herself be swept away by this **** desire.