Epilogue: Pornstar Princess

The camera sat inches from Leia’s face, so close her breath fogged the lens every few seconds. She was kneeling, wearing nothing but a tiny bikini and a whoreishly heavy amount of mascara. Behind her, six Gamorreans formed a loose half-circle like a wall of green meat, tusked snouts snorting wetly. They held their cocks in stubby hands, stroking slow, almost lazy, the wet click of skin on skin the only steady rhythm in the room. Thick and brutal, proper ursine shafts. Blunt, tapered heads the colour of raw liver, ridged along the underside with heavy veins that pulsed under the skin.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Xithispk's voice came from behind the camera.

"Leia Organa. Princess of Alderaan." Her tongue touched her top lip, quick, nervous. A bead of sweat slid from her temple and hung on her jaw.

"Hmm, I think I've heard of you" chuckled Xithispk. "Why don't you tell the people at home why you're here today?"

Leia looked straight into the lens and smiled. "I'm here to suck alien cock. I'm going to empty out every drop of cum in their balls, and s-swallow it." Her voice cracked a little at the end. One of the Gamorrean snorted, thick ropes of snot rattling in its snout. Leia's eyes flicked toward the noise, then snapped back to the lens.

"Look at me," the voice said. "Not them. How bad do you want it?"

Her throat worked. "Bad." A pause. "Really fucking bad."

"Say what you are."

A flush crawled up her neck, bright against the pale. "I’m a cum-hungry little slut who needs her face painted." The stroking behind her picked up, heavier breathing now. Someone spat into his palm, the wet slap loud in the quiet.

The interviewer chuckled softly. "Open wide. Let's see that royal mouth."

Leia complied, her tongue extending slow, pink against the white of her teeth. A string of saliva stretched and snapped as she held the pose. Behind her, the stroking grew heavier, breaths turning to guttural huffs, one Gamorrean reaching down to cup his heavy, sweat-slick balls, rolling them in his palm. Xithispk groaned, and his insectoid hand reached out from behind the camera, stroking slowly along her chin. "What a good girl, I can tell you're going to treat these boys real well, aren't you. You're going to put on a nice show for us?"

Leia nodded, leaning into his palm. Two of his claws pushed gently into her mouth, and she sucked hard, tongue rolling and cheeks hollowing with the suck, keeping eye contact with the camera.

"Oh yes, you're going to do just fine." He withdrew his fingers with a wet pop. "You nervous?"

She gave the tiniest nod, eyes glassy. "Terrified."

"Good." A pause, then softer, coaxing. "Look up at me, baby. That’s it. Now turn your head. Slow."

Leia swallowed hard and pivoted. The nearest Gamorrean had his fist wrapped around the root of his cock, holding it steady. The head was flushed dark, foreskin half-retracted, a yellow ring of smegma clinging under the ridge, glistening with fresh precum. The smell rolled over her in a wave so strong her eyes watered instantly.

"Put your nose right on the tip," the Xithispk murmured. "Press it in. I want to see you breathe him."

Her hands shook at her sides. She leaned forward an inch, then another, until the slimy head bumped her nose. A sticky strand stretched from his slit to her skin and snapped against her upper lip. She flinched, but didn’t pull back.

"Sniff, princess. Deep."

Leia closed her eyes. Her nostrils flared. She dragged in a long, shuddering inhale. The stink punched straight into her brain—rancid, cheesy, alive. A visible shiver ran down her spine; her shoulders curled inward like she might fold in half. Another breath, deeper, greedy despite herself. The Gamorrean grunted approval, gave his shaft one lazy pump, and a fat bead of precum welled up and smeared across the bridge of her nose.

"Look at the lens again," the voice said. "Keep your nose right there. Tell us what you smell."

She turned her face back to the camera, the cock still mashed against her, sliding wetly with every tiny movement. Tears clung to her lower lashes.

Garbage," she breathed, voice small. "Old cum. Piss. I—I can taste it in my throat already."

Another Gamorrean shuffled closer, still jerking off, his cock brushing her cheek leaving a slimy streak. Leia whimpered, but her hips shifted forward, thighs pressing together.

"Stick your tongue out. Clean under the skin for him. Just a little."

Her tongue slipped out, trembling, and flicked once at the cheesy ring of the second Gamorrean. The first brush with her tongue made her recoil, but she went back for another lick, eyes fluttering shut. The sour taste of old smegma flooded her mouth. She gagged once, then sealed her lips and sucked, cheeks hollowing as she worked the foreskin back with her tongue, lapping the crusted ring clean.

"Open your eyes," the cameraman ordered. "Look right here and beg."

Leia **** her lids up, tears spilling now, mascara bleeding in thin black trails. The cock on her nose throbbed, leaking steadily.

"Please," she whispered, barely audible. "Please cover me. Use your dirty cocks. I—I need it on my face. In my hair. I don’t want to see straight when you’re done."

She gasped as one of them grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back and **** her to look straight up at him while another pigman dragged his leaking cock across her swollen lips.

"What you think of Gamorrean cock, bitch?" he snarled, voice a wet, guttural rasp. These monsters only had a basic understanding of Galactic common, fitting they knew the word bitch.

Leia’s tongue darted out, chasing the ridge under his foreskin, eyes glassy and adoring.

"It’s perfect," she whimpered, voice cracking with need. "So thick… so filthy… human men are nothing compared to real pig dick. I can taste how long it’s been since any of you washed and I love it. I love the stink, the cheese under the skin, the way it punches my throat raw… please don’t ever wash again, let me be your toilet."

The boar holding her laughed and cracked his cock across the her face, leaving a fresh stripe of pre in her hair. His friend joined him, the two of them beating her face with wet slaps of their dicks.

"Louder, princess. Tell the camera what a disgusting little pig-slut you are." said Xithispk from behind the camera.

Leia moaned, opening wide, letting the two Gamorrean's beat their cocks on her tongue.

"I’m a disgusting pig-slut," she gurgled around the intrusions, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth. "I live for alien cock. I dream about it. I wake up wet just thinking about how you’re gonna smear your dirty foreskins across my face and make me clean every inch with my tongue. I’m not a senator anymore, I’m just a set of warm holes that exists to worship pig dick."

A third boar grabbed her jaw, pried her mouth off the cock inside it, and spat a thick wad straight onto her tongue.

"Swallow."

She did, throat working, then licked her lips clean. "Thank you, sir. Your spit tastes so good." They roared with laughter, cocks slapping her cheeks in approval.

"Look at this," one grunted, peeling his foreskin all the way back and smearing the cheesy buildup across her forehead like warpaint. "You like, human? Mark you."

"I love it," she gasped, eyes fluttering. "Mark me. Make me stink like Gamorrean crotch forever. I want everyone on the street to smell pig dick on me and know exactly what I am."

Another boar shoved two fingers into her mouth, hooked her cheek like a fish. He spat, missing and hitting her eye, before spitting again in her mouth. "'ank 'ou" Leia moaned around the fingers in her mouth. She was surrounded by the six gamoreans now, as the jerked off and rubbed their cocks all over her face.

The youngest pigman on her left was already shaking, shaft twitching in his fist. Leia lunged forward, mouth open, and sucked both his heavy balls into her mouth at once. She rolled them on her tongue, humming, cheeks bulging like a womp rat. The vibration did it; he squealed high and shrill, yanked his cock free of his fist, and the first rope blasted straight across her tongue, hot, watery, almost clear, tasting faintly of sour milk. She kept the load pooled on her tongue, eyes watering with gratitude.

Next to him, an older boar with scarred tusks was struggling, grunting in frustration. Leia swirled the first load into her cheek like mouthwash, crawled forward on her knees, and buried her face under his sagging sack. "Let me help, sir," she mumbled into the sweaty folds. "I can taste how full you are… let it out on me, please, empty those rotten old balls all over your worthless human…"

She sucked one wrinkled orb into her mouth and nursed on it like it was candy, tongue working the seam. The Gamorrean groaned deep and guttural, more like a man forcing out a painful shit than an orgasm. His cock jerked once, twice, then erupted with a wet, flatulent sound. The cum was yellow, almost cheesy, thick as paste. It shot out in slow, heavy globs that clung to her forehead and eyelashes in solid ropes, stretching but never quite breaking. One glob landed square on her tongue and sat there like warm custard, rank and pungent, tasting of old cheese and stale piss. She moaned at the flavour, eyes rolling back.

The third boar was ready. Leia tilted her head, mouth still brimming with the mixed loads, and let him paint her cheeks in long, pearly stripes. His was thick, sliding down her skin in warm rivulets that pooled in the hollow of her collarbone. He jerked himself twice, hard, and moved in close to spurt the dregs against her shut eye. his load pooled in the socket, forcing its way under the lid every time she blinked. She whimpered, high and broken, but tilted her face up higher, offering the other side.

The next Gamorrean, the oldest, belly hanging almost to his knees, had been stroking slow and deliberate the whole time. His balls were enormous, pendulous, covered in coarse grey hair. Leia sensed he needed more encouragement. She scooped up a yellow glob still clinging to her lower lip, looked straight into the lens, and spoke around the mouthful.

"This one’s been saving it for months, haven’t you? You ever had a human swallow your sperm?" She gargled the cum already in her mouth, letting it bubble and foam at the corners of her lips. "I can smell it from here… go on, give me your rotten pig butter."

The old boar wheezed, hips jerking, and finally let go with a long, pained grunt. The load came out in one slow, continuous rope. Thick, dark yellow, almost solid, landing across her tongue in a single heavy slug that filled her mouth to overflowing. It tasted foul, coating her teeth and sticking to the roof of her mouth like tar. She held it there, cheeks bulging obscenely, eyes crossed with effort.

"****, look at her go! Now that's royalty for you." Laughed Xithispk, zooming in on her mouth.

When the final drop fell, Leia leaned back on her heels. Her face was a ruined mask. Clear watery cum dripping from her hairline, pearly ropes criss-crossing her cheeks, thick yellow globs clinging to her lashes and stretched in webs between her lips. She opened wide for the camera, tilting her head back so the pool in her mouth caught the light. She gargled, slow and deliberate, letting bubbles form and pop, rolling the mess across her tongue so the different flavours mixed into one filthy cocktail. A thick strand of the old boar’s load stretched from her top teeth to bottom like melted cheese before snapping. She played with it for a long moment, eyes locked on the lens, then finally closed her mouth, cheeks still bulging, and swallowed in three slow, audible gulps.

When she opened again her mouth was clean, tongue pink and shining. She opened her one good eye, the one that hadn't been glued shut with cum.

"Thank you, sirs," she rasped, voice raw.

The final two Gamorreans were panting, stroking their cocks furiously, right on the edge. A clear glass table slid into frame, low and wide, surface spotless for now. The Gamorreans crowded around it, fists pumping furious. The first one came with a bellow, ropes splattering the glass in messy arcs—yellowish, clumpy, pooling quick. The second added his load, thinner but more volume, mixing into a milky swirl.

Leia stared at it, chest heaving. The cameraman tossed a short plastic straw her way. It bounced once on the floor before she snatched it up.

"Snort it, princess. A little tooka-cat told me you like to party, show us how a princess gets high."

She crawled over, hands shaking as she positioned the straw, the plastic cool and flimsy between her fingers. The table's edge dug into her palms as she leaned in, her breath coming in shallow hitches that fogged the glass just a little. The cum lay there in cooling pools, yellowish and clotted in places, strings of it connecting like spiderwebs, the whole mess reeking of bleach and stale sweat that made her sinuses twitch before she even started. The camera moved low, looking up at her from below through the glass table. The Gamorreans huffed and grunted, watching her intently.

Leia froze for a second, straw hovering. Her nostrils flared on their own, pulling in the sharp tang that burned like ammonia. She pressed the tip into the thickest puddle, pinched one nostril shut, pressed the other to the straw, and inhaled. The first hit was brutal. The cum surged up the tube in a sticky rush. Sharp. Deep. It rushed in, warm and viscous, clogging her left nostril in a burning rush that made her eyes water fresh. She coughed, a wet hack that sprayed tiny flecks back onto the glass, but she didn't stop. The taste hit the back of her throat instantly, salty and bitter, like swallowing seawater. "It... it burns".

The cameraman chuckled low, zooming the lens in so close it caught every quiver of her lip. "That's it, princess. Sniff that pig jizz like it's your last hit. Deeper this time. I want to hear it rattle."

Her head spun already but she nodded once, jerky, and switched nostrils. Another long pull, this one sucking up a clump that stuck halfway, forcing her to snort harder. It broke free with a pop she felt in her skull, flooding her sinus. Her head snapped back, tears burst from both eyes. Leia whimpered, a small, broken sound, her free hand gripping the table edge until her knuckles whitened. "Fuck, it's so thick" she gasped, voice nasal, tears mixing with the mascara and running down her cheeks. But she went back for more, straw dipping into a thinner streak, inhaling steady now, the shame twisting into a sick heat low in her belly.

She dragged a long line and inhaled sharp. It shot straight into her skull, burning cold then hot, flooding her nasal passages until she could feel it in the back of her throat. She gagged, coughed, and a bubble of cum burst from her nostril, hanging there in a thick pearl before dropping back to the glass.

"How's that sweetheart, you enjoying their little gift?" mocked Xithispk.

"Burns," she whimpered, eyes streaming. "Even more that Spice."

The Gamorreans around her laughed, uncaring. One reached down and flicked her ear with a fat finger. "More. Want you brain-full of Gamorrean seed."

She was shaking harder now, but she obeyed. The next hit was clotted, cheesy. She had to snort twice, three times, each pull louder and wetter. The sound was obscene, wet honks and gurgles as the mess fought its way up. When it finally broke through, her whole face flushed crimson. She swayed on her knees, dizzy.

"Almost there, princess," the cameraman cooed. "Last line. Make it a big one. Thank them when you’re done."

The final puddle was a swirled mix of both Gamorreans cum, thick in the center. One massive pull. The cum flooded the tube in a single, viscous wave. It hit her sinus like a fist, overflowed, and spilled out both nostrils in twin white streams that ran over her lips and dripped off her chin.

She sat back on her heels, gasping, face a dripping mask. Cum oozed from her nose in slow, syrupy strands. Her voice came out thick and clogged, every word bubbling.

"Thank you," she rasped, looking straight into the lens, eyes red and ruined, one of them still glued with cum. "Thank you for letting me snort your dirty loads."

"What a trooper, always nice to work with someone who loves their job." Xithispk reached out again from behind the camera, grabbing a fistful of her hair. "You know, you're something of a role model. Lot of people out there in the galaxy looking up to you. Have you got any words of advice for them?"

She gave a smile to the camera, dead behind the eyes. "To all the girls out there hoping to make the galaxy a better place; find the meanest, strongest alien you can, get on your knees, and thank him. It's the only true use for a human girl."

The scene faded to black, as the laughter of Xithispk and the Gamorreans echoed around the room.