The princess

On his desk, bathed in the glow of his cheap desk lamp, sat the pride of his VHS-era collection, a battered, 1970s Kenner Princess Leia action figure. The one with the stiff plastic gown and the painted-on hair buns. She was worth a small fortune to the right buyer but Ethan had never been able to part with her. She was his holy grail.

Now, staring at her, heart thudding, Ethan set the emerald carefully against the little figure’s chest.

It felt ridiculous. Childish. Like he was about to wish on a birthday candle.

Still, he whispered: “Please work.”

Then he killed the light, crawled into bed, and shut his eyes.

He didn’t remember falling asleep.

But he remembered waking up.

The first thing he felt was a presence — like someone was in the room. Watching.

Ethan’s eyes shot open.

And there she was.

Not plastic. Not six inches tall.

Her.

Princess Leia. Sitting cross-legged on the end of his bed. White gown flowing like silk, brown hair twisted into perfect buns. She was as real as the sheets under him.

Ethan’s cock stirred instantly, throbbing under his boxers before his brain could catch up.

She tilted her head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well,” she said, her voice husky and mocking, “aren’t you a little short to be a stormtrooper?”

Ethan’s throat went dry. He pushed his glasses up his nose with shaking fingers. “What the—how—”

Leia crawled up the mattress on hands and knees, slow and deliberate, the thin fabric of her dress brushing against her curves. She stopped inches from him, her lips curling into a smirk.

“You called me,” she whispered. “And here I am.”

Ethan gawked. “This—this isn’t possible.”

Leia chuckled, low and throaty. “You’ve got a lot to learn about the ****.”

Her hand slid over his chest, fingers trailing down his t-shirt to his stomach. His skin erupted in goosebumps. His cock pulsed so hard it hurt.

“Don’t be afraid,” she said softly, though her grin never lost its edge. “I’m here to make you happy. That’s my purpose. That’s all I want.”

Ethan swallowed hard. “Happy? You mean—”

Her eyes dropped to the bulge in his boxers. “Oh, I think I know what you need.”

Before he could protest, her lips crashed onto his.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t tentative. It was raw, hungry, wet. Her tongue pushed past his teeth, taking control, owning him. Ethan moaned into her mouth, awkward and overwhelmed, his hands frozen at his sides.

Then she grabbed his wrist and shoved it onto her breast.

“Go on,” she teased, pulling back just enough to breathe the words. “Feel it. They’re real.”

Ethan’s palm cupped the soft mound, his thumb brushing over her nipple through the gauzy gown. It was hard. Tight. She sighed against his mouth, pressing into his touch.

“There’s no underwear in space,” she murmured, nipping his bottom lip.

Ethan groaned, hips jerking under the sheets. His cock strained desperately against the thin cotton.

Leia slid down beside him, curling into his side. Her hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers without hesitation. Her fingers closed around him.

Ethan gasped, back arching. “Oh fuck—”

“Sensitive, aren’t we?” she whispered, stroking him slowly, deliberately, her eyes locked on his face. “Tell me, Ethan… have you ever had a woman touch you like this?”

He shook his head frantically. “N-no—never—”

Leia’s smirk widened. “Then you’ll remember this forever. Your first time… with me.”

She tugged his boxers down, freeing his cock. It slapped against his stomach, flushed red, trembling. She eyed it hungrily.

“The **** is strong with this one,” she purred.

Then she slid down the bed, her hair buns bobbing as she lowered her mouth.

Ethan barely had time to moan before her lips wrapped around him.

Her tongue swirled around his tip, hot and wet, sucking him down into her throat. Her hand stroked the base in rhythm with her bobbing head.

“Holy shit,” Ethan groaned, fists clutching the sheets. His glasses slid down his nose, forgotten. “I’m gonna—fuck—I can’t—”

Leia moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending him over the edge. His hips bucked, his body seized, and he exploded into her mouth with a strangled cry.

Cum spurted across her lips, her cheek, streaking the front of her white gown.

She pulled back, licking her lips with obscene satisfaction. “Mmm. Messy boy. But not bad for your first.”

Ethan lay sprawled, panting, chest heaving, mind shattered.

Leia wiped a streak of cum from her chin with her finger, then sucked it clean, eyes never leaving his. “Now you understand. I’m here to please you. To serve you. To make you happy.”

Ethan’s heart pounded. “But—you’re Leia. How is this—”

Her smile turned sly, almost cruel. “I’m whoever you want me to be. You used the emerald. That binds me to you. My form is yours to choose. Your fantasy is my body.”

She leaned close, cum still glistening on her gown, her voice a whisper in his ear. “But be warned, Ethan. Fantasies can be dangerous. Choose carefully. Some will love you. Some destroy you.”

Before he could ask what she meant, her body shimmered. She dissolved into light, vanishing as though she’d never been there.

Only the emerald remained, glowing faintly on the shelf.

Ethan lay in the dark, sheets sticky, cock still twitching, heart racing.

It had been real.

All of it.

And now he could bring anyone to life.