She has one last gasp of rebellion

She lurched upright, thighs trembling, the ruined thong hanging off one hip. Cool air kissed the mess between her legs. She could feel her own juices cooling on her inner thighs, mingled with his clear slime, and the shame hit harder than any slap. Why was it so hard to keep her thoughts straight?

Xithispk just sprawled there, legs splayed, cock jutting up like a black, glistening tower, ridges pulsing with his heartbeat. He took a lazy drag off the deathstick, the ember flaring orange against his mandibles, and exhaled a plume that drifted straight into her face. The chemical sweetness stung her eyes and curled into her brain, loosening knots she didn’t want loosened.

“C’mon, princess,” he rasped, voice syrupy from the spice. “You were almost there. Sit that pretty pussy back down. Look.” He flicked the remote. The viewscreen title card flashed in lurid green: HUMAN SLUTS FOR ALIEN DICK 7. A chorus of female moans spilled out of the screen as it hard cut between previews of upcoming scenes. A blonde human woman on her knees, wrists bound behind her while a pair of verpine clicked mandibles and jerked their cocks in her face. A dark skinned girl in a wedding dress, pinned to a mattress by a Xexto thrusting down into her. What looked like twins, each sucking on a ball of a Geonosian. All of it flashed in front of Leia, worming it's way into her mind.

Leia’s stomach flipped, but her feet wouldn’t move toward the door. The deathstick haze clung to her thoughts, thick and warm, and the images on screen flicked by. What got her were the women's eyes. She knew that look. She’d seen it in the eyes of the Twi’lek dancers Xithispk had ruined years ago. All those women, broken the same way this law was breaking her now. The thought should have sent her running. Instead her knees folded. She sank onto the mattress beside him, close enough that his furnace heat licked her bare skin.

Xithispk chuckled, low and wet. “There we go. Good girl.” One wiry claw curled around the back of her neck, almost gentle, while the thicker one slid down between her thighs. Two fingers pushed inside her without ceremony, scissoring, stretching, coated instantly in her slick. Leia’s breath hitched as his fingers slowly pumped in and out of her. Her own hand moved on autopilot, down, down, and wrapping around his cock. The ridges felt obscene under her palm, hot, pulsing, slime oozing over her knuckles with every slow stroke.

On screen, the scene's continued. A redhead with green cum overflowing her gaping pussy and she babbled thanks in Huttese.

Xithispk lit a fresh deathstick off the butt of the old one, took a long drag, then turned his swollen fly-head toward her. The ember glowed between his mandibles. He leaned in until their faces almost touched, mucus dripping from his nose slits onto her collarbone, and exhaled. The smoke poured into her open mouth, thick, sweet, burning. She coughed once, then inhaled deeper, holding it until her head floated. It would be so easy not to think anymore, to just feel. When she breathed out, he was already there, mandibles parted, inner jaws flexing, catching the smoke from her lips. Their mouths hovered a centimeter apart, sharing breath, sharing poison.

His claws curled inside her, thumb grinding her clit as her hips rolled, chasing his hand. Her hand tightened on his cock, jerking faster, slime squelching loud between her fingers. The girl on screen screamed through another orgasm.

The next lungful of smoke left Xithispk’s mouth and poured straight into hers, hot, chemical-sweet, curling down her throat like liquid spice. Leia’s eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away. His mandibles parted wider, inner jaws flexing, and she felt the wet flick of that whip-thin tongue brush her lower lip, tasting her, tasting the smoke and the salt of her own sweat. Something inside her snapped, thin and brittle as flimsi. She closed the last centimeter.

The kiss was vile. His mandibles scraped her cheeks, hard chitin rasping her skin raw, while that tongue shoved past her teeth, thick and muscular, flooding her mouth with the taste of algae rot and deathstick resin. Mucus smeared across her lips, warm and sticky. She gagged once, then opened wider, letting it happen. Her tongue met his on reflex, sliding along the slimy length, and the shame of it burned so bright it felt like pleasure. Xithispk buzzed deep in his thorax, a triumphant rattle that vibrated through her skull. One claw tangled in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to hurt; the other kept working between her legs, claws curling, stretching, making her hips jerk helplessly.

When he finally let her breathe, a thick strand of green-tinged saliva stretched between their mouths before snapping against her chin. She was panting, eyes glassy, shining with unshed tears, the room spinning slow from the ****.

Xithispk leaned back against the headboard, cock jutting up between them, glistening with his own slime. “Down,” he rasped.