He fucks her, finally

Xithispk's compound eyes pulsed brighter, those red facets catching the porno's glow like embers in a trash fire, fixing on the pink gash Leia held open for him. His mandibles parted with a wet click, mucus dripping slow from the slits above, splattering warm onto her inner thigh where it cooled sticky and fast. The air reeked heavier now, his algae-rot musk mingling with the sharp tang of her own drip that pooled under her ass on the sheets. He loomed there a second longer, his wiry claws tightening around her ankles, spreading her wider until her hips strained, the pull burning deep in her muscles. Leia felt exposed, raw, the cool recycled air kissing her spread folds, making her clit throb visibly under his stare. This bug, this scum who'd shattered Kira on screen now held her like prey, his ridged cock hovering inches from her entrance, the flared head oozing a fresh bead of slime that strung down to land right on her parted lips with a soft plop.

"Waiting?" He buzzed low, the vibration rattling through her bones from where his thorax nearly brushed her knees. One thicker claw released her ankle, dipping down to swipe through her wetness, claws grazing her inner walls just enough to tease without entering, then bringing the glistening digits to his mandibles. He sucked them clean with a slurping rasp, tasting her salt mixed with his own residue. "Nah, princess. Just savouring how the mighty Leia Organa spreads like a dockside whore. Bet that husband of yours is pacing holes in your floor right now, while you're here creaming for criminal cock."

Leia's breath hitched, her fingers still holding herself open, the stretch of her labia pulling taut, exposing every slick inch to him. Shame coiled tight in her chest, hot and pressing, but it fed the ache between her legs, made her hips twitch up involuntarily, chasing contact. Han's arms around her that morning felt like a lifetime ago, faded under the weight of this room's filth, the porno's wet slaps syncing with her pulse. "Just do it," she whispered, voice rough from the smoke and her earlier cock worship, her free hand reaching up to claw at his carapace, nails scraping futilely over the oily plates. The texture repulsed her still, rough and warm like sun-baked chitin, but she pulled him closer anyway.

His ridged cock slapped heavy against her inner thigh first, leaving a burning stripe of slime that cooled too fast in the recycled air. Then he dragged it lower, slow, deliberate, the flared head nudging her slick folds, parting them with the blunt insistence of a battering ram.

Leia’s breath hitched. The size was obscene. Even soaked and swollen, her pussy looked tiny beneath the gnarled purple-black shaft. One ridge caught on her entrance, stretching the delicate skin white around it, and she felt the burn immediately, sharp, electric, wrong. Her hips jerked up on instinct, chasing more even as her mind screamed no.

Xithispk didn’t give her time to decide. He shoved.

The first ridge popped past her rim with a wet, filthy sound, like a cork yanked from a bottle of cheap wine. Leia’s back arched off the bed, a strangled cry ripping out of her throat as the stretch turned into a white-hot split. He didn’t pause. Another ridge, thicker, **** its way in, scraping raw every nerve ending she had. Her walls fluttered helplessly around the invasion, clenching, trying to push him out, only dragging him deeper when he thrust again.

"Fuck," she hissed through clenched teeth, nails raking uselessly at his plated chest. "You’re too big, you bastard..."

He answered by slamming the rest home in one brutal stroke. It burned, gods it burned, the girth splitting her like nothing she'd known, slime easing the way just enough to turn agony into a deep, throbbing fullness that punched the air from her lungs. She tasted copper on her tongue from biting her lip, the salt of her sweat trickling down her temple as her body clamped down instinctive, trying to push him out but only milking him tighter. Xithispk didn't pause, bottoming out with a wet smack of his balls against her ass, the wiry hairs rasping her cheeks like wire brushes. He held there, buried to the hilt, his thorax heaving with ragged buzzes that vibrated straight through her core, making her clit pulse against the base of his shaft.

"Fuck, that's tight," he grated, mandibles brushing her ear as he leaned down, hot breath puffing sour algae over her face. His wiry claws pinned her ankles higher, folding her nearly in half, knees to her shoulders until her ass lifted off the sheets, exposing everything. The position drove him deeper, the ridges grinding against spots inside that sparked white-hot, forcing a whimper from her despite the stretch springing tears from her eyes. She felt every pulse of him, the slime coating her insides warm and tingling, heightening the friction as he started to move. Slow at first, pulling back inch by ridge-popping inch, her pussy clinging, sucking him back in with obscene squelches that filled the room over Kira's recorded moans.

Her mind turned to Han. He wasn't small by any means, but no human could compare to this. And he was so smooth, her husbands cock didn't have these bumps, these ridges that were melting her mind.

Leia's hands scrambled for purchase, one fisting the damp sheets, the other digging nails into his arm, drawing a thin line of green ichor that beaded and dripped onto her breast, cooling sticky. The pain mingled with the pleasure now, building slow. This was corruption, pure and filthy, abandoning Han's bed for this thug's cock, the law giving her a paper thin reason for her betrayal. She could have run, they'd been outlaws before under the empire. She hated how her hips rolled up to meet his next plunge, the slap of chitin on skin echoing wet and loud, her arousal splattering with each impact.

"Take it, slut," Xithispk rasped, picking up pace, his thicker claws groping her tits roughly, pinching her nipples until they bruised. "Gonna flood this royal cunt, make you swell with my bugs. Haha, my kid would have been royalty, if Alderaan hadn't been vaporised. Bet you'll come back for more, begging like your pilot bitch there." He nodded at the screen, where Kira's face twisted in ecstasy, cum bubbling from her stretched hole. His words intensified her fast approaching peak, tension coiling low in Leia's belly, her breaths coming in gasps that tasted of his rot and her own desperation.

He hammered deeper, ridges scraping her g-spot with every brutal in-out, the slime turning her pussy into a slick, noisy mess that dripped audible to the mattress. Leia's vision blurred, the room spinning with the haze of smoke and sensation, her clit grinding against his wiry base on each hilt-deep thrust. This wasn't fair, how was she meant to hold back against this. How was she supposed to be true to her husband when there were nasty aliens with massive dicks willing to beat her pussy to a frothy pulp? The edge loomed close, teasing, her body teetering on surrender as shame dissolved into raw need. "Harder," she gasped, the word slipping out traitorous, her legs quaking in his grip.

Xithispk's buzz turned feral, thrusts turning punishing, balls slapping her ass red as he chased his own release, the churn in them heavy against her skin. He reached out and gave her another hard slap, making her ears ring. The porno looped Kira's pleas, syncing with Leia's whimpers, the betrayal complete in this dim, reeking suite.

"Say it," he rasped, pace picking up, wet squelches filling the room as he fucked her sloppy. "Tell me who owns this cunt now."

Leia’s mouth opened, but only a broken moan came out, spit and green drool smearing across her cheek as his inner jaws flicked out to taste her tears. Her pussy clenched hard around him, traitorously, milking every ridge as if begging for more.

He slapped her tit again, claws leaving red welts. "Say it, senator."

"You," she gasped, the word torn out of her like shrapnel. "You own it, you fucking bug, you own my pussy..."

Leia felt his balls rise up, and his mandibles twitching. She had a moment of certainty, he was going to cum, and she wouldn't be far behind. If he came in her that would be it. He'd get her pregnant for sure, they'd be tied together forever, even if she never saw him again. She was on her back, getting the best fucking of her life, fists gripping the sweaty sheets of the government hotel bed, while a monstrous criminal was about to knock her up.

The moment of truth.