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Leia held her ground for another ragged breath, glaring at him. Krenholt simply smiled that infuriating smirk and walked over to the bed, settling down. He'd always had a knack for making her feel small. Her passion was usually her greatest strength, but she remembered the ways he used to rile her up during debates in the senate. He could always find the chinks in her impassioned pleas for empathy. He knew exactly what buttons to make her lose her temper, make her seem like a little girl throwing a tantrum to all the other senators, all while holding that infuriating smug smile.

And the truly maddening truth was she couldn't argue with him this time either.

"You think this makes you powerful?" she said, voice low and edged sharp. Her fingers found the sash, tugged it loose with a soft rasp that echoed too loud in the quiet. The robe gaped open, cool draft licking down her chest, raising bumps across her collarbone and the tops of her breasts. She shrugged it off one shoulder, then the other, letting it slide to puddle at her feet. Underneath, the simple tunic clung damp to her ribs, outlining the peaks of her nipples already stiff from the chill or the fury, she refused to sort it out. "No woman would ever willingly touch you, so you resort to this. You're pathetic."

He let out a soft snort, completely unphased by her barbs. He was staring at her, lips parted slightly, tongue flicking quick to wet them. His hand adjusted the front of his trousers where the fabric strained, the outline thick and insistent.

"You disgust me" Leia spat. She grabbed the tunic's hem next, peeled it up slow despite the shake in her arms. Fabric dragged over her flat stomach, caught briefly on the swell of her breasts before they bounced free, small and firm, the faint blue veins mapping across pale skin. Nipples tightened harder under his stare, aching now, and she hated the flush creeping up her neck. The tunic cleared her head, braids tumbling messy, and she tossed it aside with ****, the motion making her tits sway. "You're a joke, Tarsus. A sagging relic bribing his way into a fuck because no one else wants your wrinkled dick."

"Magnificent," he said softly, almost reverent. "All that moral superiority, and still the body responds. Look at you. Goose pimples like a cadet on inspection day." He was openly palming the front of his trousers now, the veneer of imperial civility slipping away. Here in this dimly lit hotel room his base nature was coming out.

"Enjoy the view while it lasts," she snapped. "The second I’m out of here I’ll have you in a cell so deep no amount of bribery will let you see the stars again."

That got another laugh out of him. "You know my dear, when you and your traitorous friends overthrew the empire, I felt a moment of true fear. Finally, my actions might catch up with me." He leered at her, too fixed on her perky youthful breasts to look her in the eyes. "Then I spent the next six months converting Imperial reserve accounts into anonymous New Republic bonds and buying the silence of three different prosecutors. They were disappointingly cheap."

He reached a hand to the front of his trousers, and slowly began to pull his zipper down. Leia's heart was in her throat. "The problem with all your silly idealism princess, strip away the banners, the speeches, the pretty new stationery, and the galaxy always crawls back to predictable, exploitable, hierarchy. Someone is always hungry. Someone is always for sale."

He tugged himself free, the fabric parting to let his cock flop out heavy against his thigh. It hung there, half-hard and ugly as the rest of him. Wrinkles folded the skin in loose ridges, like old leather left too long in the sun, the shaft gnarled with veins that twisted uneven under the surface. A dense patch of wiry grey pubes clung at the base, and the foreskin bunched loose around the tip, already peeling back slight to show a flushed head smeared with a bead of clear slick. Age had sagged it, sure, made it look like something forgotten in a drawer, but the length caught her off guard. Thicker than she'd guessed, longer too, uncoiling as blood pulsed in lazy throbs.

Bigger than Han's, the thought flashed unbidden, and she shoved it down hard, buried it under a wave of nausea that twisted her gut.

Leia couldn't tear her eyes off it, as she stood topless in the hotel room, with a man over three times her age. It was hardening, reaching it's full length. Gooseflesh rippled across her exposed breasts now, a damp spot already blooming in her panties. She spat the words out quick to cover the heat pooling low in her belly. "Put that away, you fossil. No one's impressed by your sad little relic." But her voice cracked on the last syllable, too thin, and she hated how her clit gave a traitorous twitch at the sight.

"Are you sure?" Krenholt wrapped one liver-spotted hand around his dick, gave it a slow pump that dragged the foreskin back full, exposing the crown all shiny and ridged. "See this, Princess? Still got plenty of life in the old regime." He chuckled at his own joke.

He was bigger, yeah, maybe, but gross all the same. Wrinkled skin, and the balls below sagging loose in their hairy sack, dangling like overripe fruit ready to drop. She wouldn't think about Han, wouldn't compare the clean lines of his cock, thick but familiar, to this veiny monster stirring in Krenholt's fist.

"Keep going girl" Krenholt commanded.

Leia toed off her slippers, kicked them away hard, the thump against the wall satisfying for a split second. Thumbs hooked into her trousers' waistband, drawstring whispering free. She bent forward to push them down, fabric skimming her hips, snagging on the curve of her ass before sliding to her knees. She heard a low groan from the bed. Stepping out, she felt the air kiss the backs of her thighs, her breasts hanging heavy in the motion. The pants joined the pile. Now just the thin panties, grey and clinging where dampness had gathered unbidden, the slick folds beneath throbbing once at the exposure.

"Turn for me," he murmured, voice thickening, one liver-spotted hand rising to gesture. She pivoted slow, back to him, feeling his eyes trace her spine, the dimples above her ass, the way the panties cut across her cheeks. His breath hitched audible, and she heard the faint shlick of him palming himself again. "Magnificent. All that fire, and still so ripe. I've spent years dreaming of this."

She faced him once more, fingers slipping under the elastic. No rush. Let the bastard wait. The panties peeled away with a faint wet sound, dragging down her legs, cool air hitting her pussy full ****, the trimmed curls above her slit already matted. Her clit pulsed hard, exposed, and she stepped free, naked now, every scar and curve laid bare.

Krenholt stroked himself firmer, the shaft thickening in his palm, foreskin gliding back and forth with a slick schlick that made her stomach flip. He leaned back on the bed, spreading his legs wide, the trousers bunching at his knees like he couldn't be bothered to shuck them properly. "Come closer, Leia. Get a good look at what's going to split that tight little pussy of yours wide." His free hand beckoned lazy, the other twisting at the base to make the head bulge purple.

"As attractive as I find your defiance, we can't breed my heir with you standing there like a statue."