Fist

Leia's screams echoed through Jabba's throne room, mingling with the atmosphere heavy with desire and power. The Twi'lek, with deadly gentleness, continued to explore every corner of her body, each touch calculated to extract the slightest ounce of resistance. The milk, still present in her veins, transformed the Twi'lek's penetration into an almost unbearable pleasure, leaving Leia defenseless against the insistent caresses. The ****'s fingers delved deeper with cruel gentleness, but Leia's hips began to rock, begging for more penetration. Leia felt a sharp pain, but the warm milk flowing through her veins transformed this pain into intense pleasure.

-Yes, yes, more, I... , I...

Leia was dazed, maddened by the chaos of sensations that invaded her. The Twi'lek looked at Jabba, who was playing with his ****, who, impaled on his penis, was shaking with spasms. He nodded approvingly.

Leia without hesitation pushed in her hand, which was now lubricated by Leia's love juice, who had abandoned all physical and mental resistance; only her dark, primal instincts had taken over. Each movement was calculated, precise, and intense, while Leia, under the influence of the milk and the collar, gave herself over to a pleasure she had never imagined. The moans became high-pitched cries, a mixture of pain and pleasure, echoing through the room. The Twi'lek, with unparalleled expertise, continued to explore every corner of her body, each touch designed to extract the slightest ounce of resistance.

Leia raised her hips even higher, spreading them even wider, demanding more of Leia, who without hesitation sank almost to her elbow when she touched the bottom of Leia's sex.

Leia gasped when she felt the hand exploring the depths of her sex. How could she have gotten to this point? Why hadn't she waited for Luke? Lando wouldn't be back for a while to get him. She was alone and defenseless, but her body was revealing itself in all its perversity.

The Twi'lek began to thrust her arm back and forth, plowing into her with a mixture of brutality and sensuality that kept Leia on the edge of pleasure and pain. She gasped for air but found only this moment of minor agony, from which the Twi'lek agreed to release her, letting her come when Jabba nodded.

The tsunami of pleasure swept Leia into a whirlwind of sensations where pain and pleasure merged into a hellish dance. Niia, feeling her orgasm rising within Leia, increased the rhythm of her movements, prolonging the ecstasy until the princess's body fell back, panting and broken, onto the cold floor of the throne room. Jabba, satisfied with the spectacle, emitted a grunt of approval, his eyes shining with pleasure. Niia, with sinister grace, gently withdrew her hand, now lubricated by Leia's love juice, and knelt beside her, observing with cold curiosity Leia's face, marked by exhaustion and confusion.

She licked the love juice from her hand and arm, and said to him, amused.

• Thank you, your taste is royal. At a gesture from Jabba, the guards led Leia away, leaving behind a trail of love juice and shame. The princess, still panting, was roughly dragged through the dark corridors of the palace.

Each step echoed in her mind, recalling the events that had just unfolded. Niia, still impassive, watched Leia's silhouette disappear before turning to Jabba, who was watching her with obvious satisfaction. The Hutt groaned approvingly, his eyes shining with pleasure. Niia approached him, her movements fluid and calculated, and knelt beside her master.