Yes

Leia's world narrowed to the brutal rhythm pounding between her legs, each thrust from Xithispk's ridged cock sending shockwaves up her spine that blurred the line between pain and ecstasy. She lay there folded in half, knees hooked over his wiry shoulders, her ass hovering off the soaked mattress as he drilled into her with the precision of a mining laser.

He was close. She could feel it in the way his balls tightened against her ass with each slap, the heavy orbs churning audibly now. His mandibles twitched erratically, mucus splattering her collarbone in warm, viscous drops that slid down her skin, cooling into sticky trails. "Gonna fill you up, princess," he buzzed, the vibration rumbling through his thorax and into her core, making her clit throb harder against the wiry base of his shaft. "Gonna pump you full of my spawn. Bet it'll take first try, your bitch cunt sucking it all in."

The words hit her like slaps, each one stoking the fire low in her belly while twisting the knife of guilt deeper. Han. Gods, Han. His face swam in her mind, that crooked grin from their last kiss that morning, rough stubble scratching her cheek. She'd promised to come back to him, whole and unchanged. But here she was, pussy stretched obscenely around an alien criminal's dick, walls fluttering greedy around every ridge that scraped her insides raw. She was Leia Organa-Solo, architect of the New Republic. Not this. Not a breeding whore for scum like Xithispk, the same bastard who'd **** her friend Kira into a moaning wreck on that screen.

Yet her body didn't care. It betrayed her at every turn. There was just no way to win against men like Xithispk. Her hips bucked up to meet his next plunge, the wet smack of chitin on flesh echoing louder than her ragged gasps. The ridges dragged out slow, popping free one by one with filthy squelches, her pussy lips clinging, stretched thin and puffy red from the ****. Then he slammed back in, the flared head bullying past her entrance, ridges grinding her g-spot until stars burst behind her eyelids. Heat coiled tighter in her core, a molten knot that pulsed with each thrust, her clit grinding frantic against his wiry hairs, the rasp like coarse sand on oversensitive skin. She tasted salt on her lips, her own tears mixing with the green drool he'd smeared there earlier, the flavour bitter and wrong, like licking a battery coated in pond scum.

"No," she whimpered, but it came out weak, drowned by the moan that followed when he twisted his hips, ridges catching just right inside her. The stretch burned anew, her walls quivering around him, milking involuntarily as if **** for his load. Why fight it? The law demanded this, right? A flimsy excuse, but it clung to her thoughts like slime, justifying the way her fingers dug into his carapace, pulling him deeper instead of pushing away. Han would never know the details, but she'd know. She'd carry this monster's child, feel it kick while lying beside her husband at night, a constant reminder of how she'd spread her legs for the lowest scum in the galaxy. The thought should repulse her, send her scrambling for the door. Instead it fuelled the build, shame twisting into a dark thrill that made her pussy clench harder, wetness gushing out around his cock in audible splatters.

Xithispk sensed it, his buzz turning triumphant, mandibles clicking wet as he leaned in closer, inner jaws flexing to lap at her earlobe with that whip-thin tongue. The touch was slimy, hot, tasting of rot when it flicked into her mouth uninvited, forcing her to swallow the flavour of his spit down. "That's it, Leia. Cum on my cock like the little slut you are. Bet Solo's prick never hit you this deep, never made you beg like this." He punctuated with a grind, ridges swirling inside her, pressing against every nerve until her vision swam. His claws raked down her sides, leaving red welts that stung sharp under the sweat, then cupped her ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise as he lifted her higher, angling for that spot that made her toes curl.

Her breaths came short, chest heaving, tits bouncing with each punishing thrust, nipples aching from his earlier pinches. The room spun, haze from the deathstick smoke still clouding her head, making colours brighter, sounds sharper. The wet schlick of his cock pistoning in and out. Her own whimpers syncing with Kira's recorded pleas.

"Harder, you fuck," she growled, her hand slapping his thorax in futile rage. It only made him laugh, the buzz vibrating through her pussy, pushing her closer to the edge. He obliged, pace turning feral, balls slapping her ass red and raw, the wiry hairs leaving prickles that burned deliciously. Each thrust bottomed out with a grunt from him, his slime mixing with her cream into a frothy mess that dripped down her crack, pooling cold under her back. The knot in her belly tightened unbearably, pressure building like a dam about to burst. She teetered there, hovering on the brink, body screaming for release while her mind clawed for control. She had a sudden moment of panic. She could see her orgasm approaching, and knew in her heart it would ruin her. That if this hit, she'd never be the same again. Don't cum. Don't give him this. But her pussy had other ideas, walls spasming around him, sucking him deeper.

Xithispk's claws dug into her thighs, spreading her wider, exposing her completely as he hammered home. "Cum for me, princess. Let that royal cunt squeeze my load out." His voice rasped thicker, mandibles twitching faster, balls drawing up tight against her. She felt him swell inside her, ridges pulsing hot, the first twitch of his impending release sending jolts through her core. Panic flared. His cum would seal it, bind her to this nightmare forever. A child with his eyes, his shell, growing in her while she played senator by day, haunted by memories of this reeking suite. Of him.

Shame crashed over her in waves, hot and suffocating, twisting into ecstasy as her body betrayed her one final time. The knot snapped. Orgasm ripped through her like a thermal blast, pussy clamping down vise-tight around his cock, milking every ridge as waves of pleasure pulsed from her clit outward. She screamed, raw and broken, back arching until only her shoulders touched the bed, toes curling rigid in his grip. Heat flooded her veins, every nerve firing at once. Her vision whited out, ears ringing with her own cries and his feral buzz, the taste of salt and rot exploding on her tongue as she bit her lip bloody.

Xithispk followed her over the edge with a guttural rattle, thrusting erratic now, burying himself hilt-deep as his cock jerked. The first spurt hit her cervix like molten wax, hot and thick, flooding her insides in ropes that seemed endless. Then the next spurt. And the next. She felt it all, the pulse of his ridges expanding, the gush of green cum bubbling out around his base, warm and sticky trickling down her ass. His balls emptied against her, churning audibly as he pumped more into her, the pressure building until she swore she could feel her belly swell slightly with the volume. The sensation prolonged her climax, her pussy spasming helpless around the invasion, sucking down every drop of his cum as if starved for it.

He collapsed over her, thorax heaving, mandibles scraping her shoulder as he ground out the last spurts, slime and cum mixing into a messy overflow that soaked the sheets. Leia lay there, quaking in aftershocks, body limp and spent, the fullness inside her a constant reminder of what she'd done. Her pussy twitched around his cock, milking out the dregs, as she stroked her hands up and down his carapace idly. The two lay there, catching their breaths. Their minds blank.