Continues, defiantly

Leia sprawled there, limbs heavy and twitching, her pussy still fluttering weak around nothing while the aftershocks buzzed through her like faulty wiring. Krenholt's face hovered above her mound, lips slick with her mess, that smug grin splitting his jowls as he planted one more kiss on her belly, his thumbs circling lazy on her hips. She hated the way her skin warmed under his touch, how her breath hitched soft instead of snarling. Enough. The fury boiled up fresh, a switch snapping in her brain, turning shame into something sharper, hotter. She wasn't going to lie here like some broken doll while this decrepit war-criminal toyed with her. No more games.

With a growl that ripped from her throat, Leia surged up, her hands slamming into his shoulders. Krenholt's eyes widened for a split second, surprise flickering before that arrogant amusement settled back in. He didn't resist much, his bulk tipping back onto the mattress with a grunt as she shoved him flat. The bed creaked under the shift, his head thumping against the pillow. She scrambled over him quick, knees bracketing his hips, her tits swaying heavy as she positioned herself above that wrinkled cock, still hard and jutting up from his lap like a taunt.

"You think you can just play with me?" she hissed, voice raw and edged with tears she refused to let fall. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, fingers barely circling the girth, the skin loose and veiny under her palm. It throbbed hot, the head smearing precum across her fingers as she lined it up with her entrance. Betraying Han, betraying everything she'd fought for, sleeping with this monster who embodied the rot of the empire and the new republic. The corruption burned in her chest, a dirty thrill twisting with the hate. She sank down hard, no tease, just impaling herself on him in one long brutal drop.

Krenholt groaned deep, the sound rattling wet in his chest, but he didn't grab her. Instead, he folded his arms behind his head, that balding scalp sinking into the pillow, and just watched her with those piercing eyes, smug as ever. "Go on, Princess. Ride me. Show me what that rebel fire's good for."

Leia snarled. Her pussy stretched around him, the gnarled length filling her deeper than she'd expected, the wrinkles smoothing taut inside her slick walls. It hurt a little, that fullness scraping her sensitive spots, she'd never taken anything this big. She ignored it, hips slamming down again and again, grinding rough to try and **** him over the edge fast. She wanted him done, spent, so she could scrub this night from her skin and crawl back to Han. She wanted him to feel as powerless as she had felt, when he played her body like a hallikset. Her tits bounced with each thrust, his eyes tracked them. She leaned forward to brace on his paunch, her fingers digging into the soft flesh there. "Cum, you old fuck. Cum for me now."

He just chuckled, low and phlegmy, his cock twitching inside her but holding steady, that endurance like some cruel joke. No frantic bucks from him, no **** grabs. He lay there passive, enjoying the show, his balls slapping soft against her ass with each drop. She was the one frantically riding him but he acted like he was completely in control. It wasn't fair!

The rhythm was building too quick for her though, her clit grinding against his pubic bone, the coarse grey hairs scratching just right. He'd already **** her through one of the most intense orgasms of here life, her body still throbbed with energy. Tension coiled again, unwanted, her walls clenching around his dick as she rode harder, faster, trying to outpace her own building heat.

Sweat slicked her skin, dripping down her back, her braids sticking messy to her neck. She glared down at him, hating the way his smug face blurred in her vision, the pleasure sneaking up despite everything. "Hurry up. I hate you. Cum inside me already." The words came out breathy, less command and more plea, her hips rolling now, chasing that friction even as she fought it.

Krenholt's grin widened, hands staying tucked behind his head, his belly jiggling slight with her motions. "Take your time, girl. Enjoy the ride. That tight little cunt's going to have memorised every inch by the end of tonight."

She slammed down harder, the impact jarring her clit, sparks flying up her spine. Too much. The orgasm hit sudden, crashing through her without mercy, her pussy spasming wild around his cock, milking him hard. Leia cried out, a frustrated sob breaking free, tears spilling hot down her cheeks as she ground through it, body betraying her again. "No, no, no..." She collapsed forward, forehead thumping against his chest, hips still twitching weak as the waves rolled on.

He didn't cum. Just lay there, smug and hard inside her, letting her sob out the aftershocks. "Good girl," he murmured again, one hand finally moving to pat her back like she was a pet. "That's two for you now princess, you're working up quite a debt. Keep going. We've got all night."