She starts grinding on his lap

Leia's thighs burned as she lowered her thong-clad pussy down hard on his alien cock, her ass cheeks pressing into the wiry hairs sprouting from Xithispk's plated thighs, each rasp like coarse bristles scraping raw nerves she didn't want awakened. His hand kept a steady pace, masturbating, his knuckles brushing her pussy through her thong at the bottom of each stroke. The thong's lace dug into her folds, already soaked through, the damp fabric sticking and pulling with every roll of her hips, a slick reminder of how her body was selling her out. Han's laugh echoed in her head, that easy chuckle from their last quiet night, but it twisted now, mocking her as Xithispk's heat seeped up through her skin, furnace-like and laced with that sharp algae tang that coated her tongue every time she breathed in deep. She hated this pull, this filthy spark igniting low in her belly despite the revulsion churning like bad liquor. How could she arch her back like this, tits bouncing inches from his mandibles, for a monster who'd broken girls like her for sport? She'd caught him in the act, years ago! Yet her pussy clenched at the thought, betrayal flooding hot and wet, making her grind slower, teasing the ridge of his cock just brushing her through the thin barrier.

Xithispk's wiry claws dug into her hips, not gentle, yanking her down firmer as his thicker arm kept pumping that ridged beast between them, slime splattering warm and sticky against her inner thigh and belly with each stroke. "Fuck yeah, princess, work that ass like you mean it. Bet Solo never gets this kinda treatment, too busy playing hero while you slut it up for real men." His buzz rattled through her bones, mandibles clicking wetly as that tongue whipped out, lapping at the air near her nipple, close enough to graze the pebbled skin with a slimy flick that tasted salty-sour when she gasped.

"You shut up about my husband." She bit her lip, copper blooming on her tongue, fighting the moan that wanted out. "You're not a man. You're a bug. A criminal bug who belongs in a cell." Her voice cracked on the last word, hips stuttering as she circled them wider, the friction of his hairs sending jolts straight to her clit. Gods, why did it feel good? This wasn't her—Leia Organa, who toppled the empire—reduced to humping air over a thug's lap, her ideals crumbling like old flimsi under the weight of this debauchery. But the heat built anyway, insistent, her breaths coming ragged, mingling with his acrid puffs that made her eyes sting.

He cackled, the sound vibrating up her spine, one claw sliding up to pinch her nipple hard, twisting until she yelped. "Bug? That's rich coming from the bitch who's dripping all over my cock. Admit it, Leia. You love this. Better than that scruffy husband of yours's pathetic prick." Slime oozed thicker from his tip, smearing across her thong as she dipped lower, the ridges catching on the lace, tugging it aside just enough to expose her swollen lips. Leia was shocked at how puffy and swollen they were with her arousal. The contact burned, electric and vile, her mind screaming to pull away while her body leaned in, grinding deliberate now, chasing that edge.

"No," she hissed, but it came out breathy, her hands landing on his carapace for leverage, palms slipping on the oily sheen that left her fingers glistening. The texture repulsed her, rough plates shifting under her touch like living armor, yet she pressed harder, nails scraping futilely. Han would kill him for this, for turning her into... whatever she was becoming. Shame twisted sharper, knotting with the arousal pooling sticky between her legs, the scent of her own musk mixing with his rot in a heady fog that made her head swim. "This is just... the law. Duty. I hate you."

Xithispk's free claw yanked her hair back, exposing her throat, his mandibles hovering there, hot breath puffing sour as he jerked faster, balls slapping audibly against his own shell. "Duty? Bullshit. You're humping me like a heat-struck bantha. Say it, say my cock's gonna ruin you for that smuggler forever." He thrust up shallow, the flared head nudging her entrance through the thong, stretching the fabric taut, a promise of the split to come that made her thighs quake.

Her denial stuck in her throat, emerging as a whimper instead, hips rolling frantic now, the lapdance turning ****, filthy with the wet sounds of his stroking and her grinding. "I... won't. You're nothing." But the lie tasted hollow, her body betraying her again with a fresh gush of wetness that trickled down, warm and traitorous, as the conflict raged on, tearing at her from the inside.

"Say it!" He rasped, bringing his bulbous head down close to her, eye to eye. Their breathes mingling, gasps from both of them as they ground against each other. The gaze from his bug-like eyes was so intense from this close up.