Chewie knots Leia, after a little convincing

“I trust you,” she said fiercely. “I want this. Want you.”

Chewbacca's breath came in hot gusts against her forehead. His massive paws gripped the sheets instead of her hips, claws shredding the fabric with tiny rips. He held still, buried deep but not moving, that swollen knot pressing insistent at her entrance without forcing its way in. Leia felt the strain in him, the way his thighs quivered under hers, muscles coiled like springs ready to snap. She'd seen what those muscles could do. Back on the **** Star, when a stormtrooper squad cornered them in a maintenance shaft, Chewie had grabbed one by the Armor plating and torn him clean in half. And now that same raw power hovered over her, inside her, holding back with a gentleness that made her chest ache.

She shifted her hips experimentally, grinding down to take him a fraction deeper. The ridges on his cock scraped her walls just right, sending sparks up her spine. Chewbacca growled low, a warning rumble that vibrated through her core, but he didn't thrust. Didn't claim. He was treating her like glass, like one wrong move would shatter her. And maybe it would. But gods, she trusted him. More than Han, even, with his reckless smirks and half-promises. More than Luke and his wide-eyed idealism. Chewie had always been the steady one, the rock in the storm. Just pure, unwavering loyalty.

Leia let her hands slide from his face down to his chest, fingers tangling in the damp fur there. She could feel his heart hammering, a thunderous beat that matched the pulse between her legs. "You're so strong," she murmured, voice husky from the whiskey and the building need. "All that power, and you're afraid to use it?" She paused, watching his ears twitch, the blue in his eyes darkening. He whined softly, shifting his weight, but still no movement. Stubborn furball.

She needed to push him. Crack that careful shell. Leia leaned up, lips brushing the sensitive spot under his jaw where the fur thinned out. "You know how many nights I lay in my bunk on the Falcon, thinking about you? Han snoring in the next room, and me with my hand between my legs, imagining your big paws pinning me down." Her words came out breathy, deliberate, each one laced with the truth she'd buried for years. You can't spend that long in such close quarters without even thinking about what it would be like. She clenched around his cock for emphasis, feeling him throb in response. Still, he held back, breath ragged now, one paw lifting to hover over her thigh before retreating.

She needed to be filthier, then. Leia nipped at his earlobe, teeth grazing the soft tuft there. "I'd finger myself slow at first, pretending it was your tongue. That rough, wet rasp lapping at my pussy, tasting how wet you made me. I'd spread my legs wide under the blankets, rubbing my clit in circles, whispering your name." She felt his cock twitch harder inside her, the knot swelling a bit more against her stretched lips. His growl deepened, less warning now, more hunger. Good. She was getting to him.

Leia rocked her hips again, a shallow grind that dragged his ridges over her g-spot. Pleasure coiled tighter in her belly, but she ignored it, focused on him. "I used to moan your name into my pillow a lot, thinking about how you'd stretch me. How your fur would tickle my tits while you pounded me raw." Chewbacca's paws finally landed on her hips, gripping light but trembling. His hips gave a tiny buck, involuntary, seating him deeper. Leia gasped, nails digging into his chest fur. Yes. His will was cracking, she could see it in the way his snout wrinkled, fangs peeking out.

"Keep going," she urged, sensing his weakening resolve. "I want to feel it all. Remember that layover we had on Nar Shaddaa? Han was out gambling, Luke went to track down some jedi ruins. Just the two of us on the ship. You didn't think it was odd that I walked around in just a tanktop and panties?" Leia let out a bark of laughter, sounding slightly mad. "I ended up locking myself in the 'fresher. I sat on the edge of the sink with my legs spread, rubbing my clit while I pictured you bending me over the console. Your cock slamming into me from behind, balls slapping my ass, fur rubbing me raw." Chewbacca's control slipped further. He thrust shallow once, twice, the knot bumping harder. Leia cried out, the stretch burning now, her walls fluttering **** around him.

She went for the kill, voice dropping to a whisper right against his ear. "Please give me your knot Chewie. We've both been so good, don't you think we deserve a little reward? I want that fat bulge inside my tight little cunt, pumping me full of Wookiee cum until my belly swells. I want your baby!" Chewbacca roared, the sound tearing from his throat like thunder. His paws clamped down on her hips, bruising now, and he surged forward.

With a guttural roar he slammed home. The knot breached her in one burning rush, stretching her impossibly wide, popping past the ring of muscle to seat fully inside. Leia screamed, raw and broken, back arching off the bed as pain and pleasure detonated behind her eyes. Chewbacca’s hips ground against hers, unable to pull back now, locked tight. The sensation of being stuffed so utterly full short-circuited her brain. She could feel his heartbeat through the knot, feel every pulse of his cock as the first hot jet of cum flooded her.

He came with a bellow that rattled the windows, hips jerking in tiny, helpless thrusts as rope after rope painted her insides. The volume was obscene. She felt her belly distend slightly, warmth spreading deep. Her own climax crashed over her again, stronger this time, milking him greedily, pussy fluttering around the knot in endless waves.

They stayed locked together, panting, his massive frame shuddering with aftershocks. Chewie’s tongue bathed her face, her neck, gentle licks that tasted of salt, making her giggle. She gave him a playful lick back, a long stripe along the fur on his cheek. Leia clung to him, legs still wrapped tight around his hips, fingers buried in his ruff. Her entire body felt wrung out and reborn.