Continues, submissively

Leia stayed on her back after the last tremor left her, thighs trembling, pussy fluttering around nothing. The sheets beneath her ass were soaked through, cool and sticky. She looked up at Krenholt with wide, glassy eyes, lips parted, breath coming in soft little hiccups. The fight had drained out of her so completely it left her hollow and aching for something else entirely. Something warm. Something approving.

She rolled onto her side, pressing close to his sagging bulk before he could move away. One small hand slid over the loose skin of his belly, fingers tracing the grey curls there like she was memorizing him. "Please," she whispered, voice small and cracked, the way it used to sound when she was still a senator's daughter begging for extra minutes at a banquet. "Don't stop touching me yet."

Krenholt's brow lifted, amused, but he let her curl against him. She nuzzled into the crook of his arm, cheek against the damp hair of his chest, inhaling the sour, masculine stink of him like it was the only air in the room. Her nipples dragged across his ribs with every shaky breath, still swollen and tender. When his liver-spotted hand finally settled on her hip, heavy and possessive, a pathetic whimper slipped out of her.

"There, there," he rumbled, low and patronizing. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?"

Leia nodded against him, frantic, braids half-undone and sticking to her damp neck. "I'll be good," she breathed. "I'll be so good for you, just… tell me what you want." The words tumbled out soft and pleading, nothing left of the princess who'd spat venom minutes ago. She needed the weight of his attention the way other people needed oxygen.

He shifted, rolling her onto her back again, looming over her. She went willingly, pliant, legs falling open without being asked. Her hands fluttered up to rest on his chest, fingertips brushing the loose folds of skin like she was afraid he'd vanish. "Look at me," he ordered.

She did, instantly. Dark eyes shining, wet with unshed tears that had nothing to do with shame now and everything to do with the hollow ache behind her ribs. "I'm looking," she whispered. "I'm right here."

His palm cupped her breast, thumb flicking the nipple once, hard. She arched into it with a broken little cry, back bowing off the bed. "Still so sensitive," he murmured. "Such a delicate girl."

Another whimper. "Only for you," she said, the confession slipping out before she could cage it. "Please, I want to make you happy."

He dragged that same hand down her belly, slow, letting her feel every inch of the path. When his fingers reached her swollen folds she was already lifting her hips, offering, thighs trembling. Two thick digits pushed inside without resistance; she was still slick from her own release and his mouth. The squelch was loud in the quiet room. Leia keened, high and needy, inner walls fluttering around the intrusion.

"Listen to you," he said, voice thick with satisfaction. "All that fire, and now you're dripping for an old man's fingers."

She nodded again, frantic little jerks of her head. "Yes, yes, anything. More, please, more." Her own hands scrabbled at his shoulders, trying to pull him down, trying to get him closer, heavier, everywhere. "I'll keep you warm. I'll keep you hard. Just stay inside me."

Krenholt withdrew his fingers and brought them to her mouth. She opened instantly, tongue curling around them, sucking greedily, tasting herself mixed with the faint salt of his skin. Her eyes stayed locked on his the whole time, pleading.

When he pulled free with a pop, a thin string of spit followed. He wiped it across her cheek. "On your knees, little one. Show me how grateful you are."

She scrambled to obey, nearly falling in her haste. The carpet bit into her skin but she barely felt it. Between his spread thighs she knelt, small and trembling, hands sliding up the loose skin of his legs until they reached his cock. It lay half-hard against his thigh, heavy, wrinkled, ugly. She didn't care. She nosed along the shaft like it was something sacred, soft whimpers vibrating in her throat.

"Thank you," she breathed against the loose foreskin, lips brushing the slit. "Thank you for tasting me. Thank you for making me come so hard." She licked a slow stripe from root to crown, savouring the bitter bead that welled up. "I'll be so good with my mouth, I promise."

He threaded fingers through her tangled hair, guiding her. She took him in eagerly, cheeks hollowing, little moans muffled around the thickening girth. Every time he twitched against her tongue she hummed in delight, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. The world was shrinking to just him. His pleasure. Saliva pooled and spilled down her chin. She didn't bother wiping it away. When he hit the back of her throat she gagged once, soft and wet, then **** herself deeper, tears streaking her cheeks from effort not pain.

Krenholt let her work for long minutes, lazy thrusts into the wet heat of her mouth, until his balls drew up tight and his breathing turned ragged. Only then did he tug her off by the hair. She whined at the loss, lips swollen and shining, chasing the head with her tongue until he held her still.

"Enough," he said, voice rough. "Back on the bed. On your belly this time."

She crawled up instantly, stretching out on her stomach, legs already parting. She turned her head on the pillow to watch him over her shoulder, eyes huge and pleading. "Like this?" A hopeful little wiggle of her ass. "Is this how you want me?"

He knelt behind her, hands spreading her cheeks, thumbs tracing the slick mess between. She pushed back into the touch with a **** sound. "Please," she begged into the pillow, voice muffled and small. "Put it in. I need to feel you all the way inside. Need you to fill me up and keep me full."

Krenholt notched the blunt head at her entrance and sank in with one slow, relentless push. Leia's back arched, a high, trembling cry spilling out of her as he bottomed out. He stayed there, buried deep, letting her feel every throbbing inch.

"So big," she whimpered, trying to rock back onto him. "Please move. I'll be so still for you, I'll take it however you want, just...please..."

He started slow, dragging almost all the way out before sliding back in, setting a deliberate rhythm that had her sobbing into the sheets within moments. Each thrust nudged that spot inside her that made her toes curl. Han had no hope of ever reaching it, it was a spot reserved for mean old men with huge dicks. She clutched the pillow, knuckles white, babbling broken nonsense.

"So good… so big… thank you sir, thank you…"

He pressed a possessive kiss to the back of her neck, hips pistoning away, before pulling back and giving Leia a hard smack across her heart shaped bottom. Leia let out a soft cry, the shape of Krenholt's hand marking her in pink.

Krenholt laughed, low and rumbling, the sound vibrating through her. "Stars, look at you," he said, voice thick with amusement and triumph. "The great Princess Leia, voice of the Rebellion, hero of Yavin, reduced to a whimpering little girl in less than an hour. I thought I'd have to break you over weeks. Instead you folded the moment I put my tongue on that pretty cunt."

Heat flooded her cheeks, but it wasn’t shame anymore; it was a dizzy rush of pleasure at being seen, at being teased. She bit her swollen lower lip and looked back over her shoulder as he pounded her through the mattress. "You were always cleverer than any of us gave you credit for," she whispered, voice small and adoring. "Smarter than the whole Senate combined. I just… I didn’t know how good it would feel to stop fighting."

His eyes narrowed, pleased, predatory. "Flattery now, is it?"

"It's the truth sir... ah!" Leia's eyes went a little cross eyed as he ground down, rubbing that sweet spot deep inside her.

"Let's try begging again Princess." His hand whipped out, spanking her other cheek, making them both glow red. "You want me to cum in you, what can you offer me?"