Leia

Chewbacca refilled his own with a clumsy pour, whiskey sloshing over the edge, his claws scraping the bottle's neck. He offered her more, but she shook her head. She set the glass down harder than intended, the clink echoing too loud in the quiet suite, and watched Chewbacca refill his without a word, a slight tremor in his massive paw. He was trying so hard to hold back, that much was clear from the way his blue eyes darted everywhere but her face, fixing on the cityscape outside where the lights of speeders zipped around in the distance. Poor Chewie. Always the loyal one, bound by life debts and friendships that ran deeper than blood. And now this. Forcing him to knock up his best friend's wife. The thought should have made her retch, but the **** twisted it into something almost absurd. Against the odds she felt a mad giggle threaten to spill out from her lips.

She stepped closer, the robes whispering against her legs, the fabric suddenly feeling too constricting. The **** warmed her skin, made the room feel smaller, Chewie's presence larger, his scent wrapping around her like a living thing, earthy and wild. "Chewie," she said, her voice dropping lower, husky from the whiskey. He grunted, a short, evasive sound, and busied himself with the bottle, pouring another measure that sloshed over the rim. Leia reached out, her hand landing on his arm, fingers sinking into the thick fur there, warm and coarse like woven rope. He stiffened, a low rumble vibrating through his chest, but he didn't pull away. That was promising. "Look at me." He did, reluctantly, those expressive eyes meeting hers, full of guilt that mirrored her own. Han hung between them, invisible but heavy. Betraying him like this... it clawed at her insides. But what choice did they have? And if it had to be someone, better Chewie than some unknown stranger.

The warmth from his body seeped through her palm, drawing her in despite herself. She traced her fingers up his arm, feeling the impossibly hard muscle beneath, the way his fur parted under her touch, revealing pinkish skin dotted with old scars from blaster burns and brawls. He'd saved Han's life more times than she could count. Saved hers too. That familiarity stirred something, a flicker of heat low in her belly that she blamed on the booze. "We don't have a choice," she murmured, stepping even closer, her chest brushing his bandolier, the metal cool against her through the robes. "But we can make it... not awful. Right?" Chewbacca whined, a high-pitched keen that tugged at her heart, his snout dipping as if to nuzzle her shoulder but stopping short. He smelled stronger up close, that musky Wookiee scent mingling with the whiskey on his breath, primal and unfiltered.

Leia tilted her head, forcing a small smile to reassure him. "Come on, big guy. Sit down." She guided him toward the bed, her hand on his elbow, marvelling at how small she felt next to him, like a child leading a bantha. He complied with a heavy sigh, the mattress groaning under his weight as he perched on the edge, legs spread wide, the loincloth tenting slightly... wait, was that? She glanced away quickly, cheeks heating, but the image stuck. A subtle bulge stirring beneath the fabric. Her pulse quickened. Gods, what was she doing? This was Chewie. He was practically family. Not that she hadn't considered the possibility of course, so long in such close quarters on the Falcon, but definitely not since she'd gotten together with Han. She felt a blush creep up her neck. Who was she trying to kid.

She poured another shot for herself, downed it in one go, the liquid courage settling like a blanket over her nerves. Time to take charge. If he was too torn up to start, she'd have to. Leia moved in front of him, putting some sway into her hips, the robes loosening at her belt from the motion. "You know, I've always wondered about Wookiees," she said, her tone teasing now, laced with a playfulness she dredged up from somewhere deep. "All that fur. It has to tickle, right?" Chewbacca cocked his head, a puzzled growl escaping him, but his eyes followed her hands as she toyed with the belt, untying it slowly, the fabric parting to reveal a sliver of pale skin beneath. She let the outer robe slip from her shoulders, pooling at her feet in a soft heap, leaving her in the thinner inner tunic that clung to her curves, nipples hardening against the cool air.

He looked away then, staring at the wall, a bashful roar rumbling out, his paws clenching on his knees. Leia laughed, a genuine sound that surprised her, cutting through the tension like a vibroknife. "Oh, come on, Chewie. Don't be shy. It's just me." She stepped between his legs, close enough that her thighs brushed his furred ones, the contact electric, sending sparks up her spine. "Mmh, that is ticklish." She purred. She wasn't sure where this well of courage was coming from. Her hands landed on his shoulders, kneading the thick pelt there, fingers digging in to feel the heat radiating from him. He was so warm, like a living furnace, and that musk enveloped her now, thick and heady, making her head spin more than the whiskey. She leaned in, her breath ghosting over his ear tufts. "Han will forgive us, he would want us to get through this. Together."

Chewbacca shifted uncomfortably, his massive frame tensing, but she felt it. A subtle twitch under the loincloth, pressing against her leg. Curiosity won out over shame. She trailed one hand down his chest, tracing the bandolier before dipping lower, fingers brushing the edge of the cloth. He growled a warning, low and throaty, but didn't move to stop her. Emboldened, Leia hooked her fingers under the fabric, lifting it just enough to peek. There, nestled in a thick mat of coarser fur, was his sheath. It was plump and leathery, a slit at the tip glistening faintly with moisture. Below it, heavy balls hung low, furred orbs the size of her fists, swaying slightly with his breathing. The sight hit her like a slap, crude and animalistic, nothing like the smooth human cocks she'd known. Her mouth went dry again, but lower, a traitorous warmth bloomed, her pussy clenching on nothing.

"Wow," she breathed, not sure if it was awe or horror. Chewbacca whined, trying to close his legs, but she held firm, her other hand stroking his thigh to soothe him. "No, it's okay. It's... interesting." She meant it as a compliment, in a twisted way. She'd only ever been with humans, and only a couple before Han. The sheath pulsed under her gaze, the tip parting slightly as something reddish-pink began to emerge, slick and veined. Arousal. From her. The realization sent a thrill through her, mixed with guilt that gnawed harder. Han's cock was familiar, reliable, but this? This promised something feral, stretching her in ways that scared and excited her.