Leia recognises the girl in the next porn scene

Leia's tongue swirled lazy circles around the heavy weight of Xithispk's balls, the wrinkly skin yielding under her suck, tasting the salty tang of his sweat. She pulled back for a breath, her lips shiny and stretched, drool stringing from her chin to his sack in a thin, glistening thread that snapped when she exhaled. Her cheeks still pleasantly ached from his slaps.

And that's when she heard a voice she recognised, over the tiny speakers of the hotel vidscreen.

Her eyes flicked up, and everything froze. That face on screen, pale and defiant, with those sharp cheekbones and the scar across one eyebrow from a dogfight over Scarif. Kira Voss. One of the Rebellion's aces, she'd vanished mid-mission two years back. The theory amongst the rebel leadership at the time had been Imperial capture, **** chambers, maybe a quiet execution. But there she was, naked and shoved against a grimy bulkhead in some smuggler's den, her wrists zip-tied to a pipe overhead. And the hulking shape mounting her from behind... Xithispk. Those same blood-red eyes pulsing as he rammed in deep, her screams twisting into guttural cries that echoed through the speakers.

"Ahh, I remember her. I'd forgotten I'd filmed a scene for this. Paid decent too, but I'd have done it for free." Xithispk laughed.

Leia's stomach lurched, bile rising sharp in her throat, but lower down, heat bloomed fierce and unbidden. Kira had been one of the ones Leia would complain to, who knew the frustrations of being a woman in a military organisation. They'd spent a fair few night over bottles of Corellian whiskey, bitching about how even their male allies would treat them dismissively, how they had to fight to prove themselves. Kira had been her friend, she'd thought her dead. The truth was worse, it had been Xithispk. She thought of where she might be. Kira, out there somewhere, probably still chained in a grotty dive, camera rolling while she took load after load for credits funnelled to scum like him. The thought should have shattered her, fuelled rage to smash the screen, kill him and bolt. Instead, it ignited something twisted, a pulse that throbbed from her clit up her spine. This wasn't clinical anymore, no sterile duty to the Republic's breeding quotas. Xithispk was everything that was wrong with the galaxy. Men like him took what they wanted, consequences be damned. She wanted to make him feel it, to wring every drop from this monster who'd broken one of her own.

She shifted up, her hands wrapping firm around the base of his cock, the ridges pulsing hot under her palms like veins carved from obsidian. Leia's mouth engulfed the flared head, sucking slow at first, her tongue tracing the oozing slit where slime beaded thick and clear. The taste hit her full: bitter-sour, like overripe fruit fermented in spice, coating her throat as she bobbed deeper. Xithispk's buzz rumbled approval, one wiry claw tangling in her hair, not yanking yet, just holding as she worked him.

"Recognize her, huh?" His voice scraped low, deathstick smoke curling from his slits as he exhaled. "Little Kira. Feisty bitch. Someone caught her sneaking through the underlevels after a raid. Eventually they called me in to break her, guess they needed the big guns."

Leia's cheeks hollowed, sucking harder, her tits brushing his thighs with each dip, nipples scraping those wiry hairs until they ached. She popped off the head with a wet smack, stroking the length fast now, slime squelching between her fingers. "What... what did you do?" The question slipped out breathy, her eyes wild as she licked a ridge clean, the texture rough against her tongue like wet sandpaper.

He slapped her lightly across the tit, the sting blooming warm, making her gasp and grind her hips against nothing. "She kept screaming about her rebel codes, how she'd never talk. But I didn't care about that shit. Just wanted to hear her break. Pinned her down, one hand round her throat, made her beg for air while I stretched that tight human pussy. She fought at first, bitch has a kriffing bite on her. But after the third load? Boy did she get into it. The ones who fight the hardest are the best fucks once they break." Xithispk's thicker arm reached down, pinching Leia's nipple until she whimpered around his cock, taking him deeper, throat bulging as she gagged but didn't stop.

The screen showed it all, exactly as he described. Kira's face contorting, tears streaking as Xithispk's younger form flipped her over, four arms holding her spread while he rutted deep, green cum bubbling out around his girth. Leia's arousal flooded her senses, the reek of his musk drowning everything else. She worshipped now, full and fervent, alternating sucks with long licks from balls to tip, her free hand kneading his sack, feeling the heavy churn inside.

She popped off again, gasping, strings of slime snapping across her lips as she stroked him furious, her hand a blur, slime splattering her wrist in warm flecks. "Tell me more," she breathed, the words tumbling out unbidden, her voice hoarse and cracked. Why ask? Why feed this? But the turmoil boiled over, shame flooding her veins like spice, hot and addictive. Han's face flickered in her mind. His smirk, his hands gentle on her hips. It dissolved under the weight of Xithispk's reek, the sour musk filling her nostrils, making her dizzy. This bug had ruined Kira, probably dozens more, and here she knelt, worshipping the tool of that destruction. A hero's fall, straight into the muck. The thought should crush her. Instead, it unlocked something feral, a snap in her core where resistance crumbled, leaving only the raw want to please this embodiment of wrong.

"More?" Xithispk slapped her other tit, the crack echoing sharp, her skin blooming red as she yelped, hips grinding air. "After I filled her up that third time, she went quiet. Then started begging. 'Deeper,' absolutely pathetic. My scene finished after a day, but they kept her for a week, filming. Last I heard they sold her off to a Hutt crew. Bet she's still earning, belly swollen with hybrids, moaning for credits." His wiry claws tightened in Leia's hair, yanking her mouth back onto him, forcing her deeper until her nose pressed into his wiry hairs, the rasp scratching her face. Leia's throat convulsed around the invasion, ridges scraping raw, but she didn't fight. She worshipped fuller, tongue lashing the underside, hands kneading his balls with **** squeezes, feeling them tighten, the churn building thick and inevitable. Leia could hear Kira calling out Xithispk's name over and over on the TV.

She used all the will power she had left to pull off of his cock. He was going to cum, that was certain, but it wouldn't be down her throat is she had anything to say about it. Leia scrambled back onto the bed, the sheets damp and clinging under her ass as she flopped against the pillows. Xithispk had vacated his position against the headboard and now loomed over her, next to the bed. There was enough room for her to lay back, and discard the scraps of her thong. She raised her long legs up, showing off her heart shaped ass, her glistening pussy, before spreading her legs up and wide in a V. She looked up at Xithispk expectantly, as he moved between her legs, a claw wrapping around each of her ankles as he kept her spread for him. Her vagina, red and puffy with arousal was on full display. The size difference between them seemed even greater, as his bulky form hunched over her, massive cock throbbing.

"You're a monster." Leia purred, absolutely no recrimination in her voice. "You should be in jail. You're the kind of man who just takes whatever he wants." Leia slid one hand down and splayed her outer labia with two fingers revealing a dazzling, impossibly pink vertical slot. A princess's pussy.

"So what are you waiting for?"