Anything he wants

Leia’s breath hitched at the sharp sting blooming across her ass, the heat spreading like wildfire straight to her cunt. She clenched around him hard, a helpless flutter that dragged a low groan from his chest.

"Anything," she gasped, pushing back onto his cock in tiny, greedy rolls. "Anything you want, sir. I’ll come back whenever you call. I’ll sneak away from senate sessions, from Han, whenever you want me. Just tell me when and where and I’ll be on my knees for you."

Krenholt’s hips snapped forward once, hard, driving the air from her lungs. "Louder. Let the couples all down this hall hear it."

That got to Leia, the thought of all the rooms in this massive government building, each filled with a couple like them having baby making sex. "I’ll be your secret little whore," she cried, voice cracking on the last word. Another slap cracked across her already-red cheek and she sobbed into the pillow, hips jerking. "Please, sir, I need your cum inside me. Need you to mark me, breed me, own me. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, I just didn’t know it until tonight."

He growled, low and triumphant, and the rhythm changed. Gone were the lazy, teasing strokes; now he fucked her in earnest, hips slamming against her sore ass, balls slapping wet against her clit with every thrust. The bedframe rattled against the wall, a frantic, obscene percussion.

"Say my title," he snarled, fingers digging bruises into her hips.

"Moff Tarsus Krenholt," she wailed, the formal Imperial honorific sounding filthy in her mouth. "Please, please fill your princess up..."

He rewarded her with two deep strokes, the head of his dick scraping that deep spot that made her toes curl. She sobbed into the sheets, hips twitching helpless under his hold. But he slowed again, dragging it out torturously slow, making her chase the fullness.

"I had planned on sending you home, the thought of Solo raising my brat is delicious." He gave another lazy thrust into Leia. "But you've impressed me princess, I think I'll keep you. Say you'll divorce that smuggler scum," he growled, breath hot against her ear. "You'll leave Solo for me."

Leia's breath caught, a flicker of old fire sparking in her chest, but his cock nudged insistent against her walls, promising more if she just gave in. She bit the pillow, tears soaking the fabric, then whispered it broken. "I'll divorce Han. I'll leave him for you. Just fuck me, sir, please don't stop." It was all so much. She felt so lightheaded, she wasn't even sure if she'd said it just to stroke his ego or whether she meant it.

He thrust harder, a steady rhythm now, his balls slapping wet against her clit with each slam. She keened, arching up to meet him, the corruption flooding her veins like cheap spice. It felt so good to say what he wanted.

"That's my girl," he rasped, one hand sliding up to tangle in her braids, yanking her head back slight. "And politics? You shouldn't have touched that either. You were better off as a pretty little princess, weren't you? Parading around in those white gowns, smiling for the holos."

She nodded wild, the pull on her hair sending sparks down her spine. "I shouldn't have gotten into politics. I was better off as a pretty little princess. Just decoration. Just for men like you to look at."

The pace picked up, his hips snapping faster, the bed groaning under them. Leia's moans turned high and needy, her pussy weeping around his cock, the slick sounds filling the room like some filthy symphony. He was railing her now, that wrinkled dick splitting her open over and over, and she loved it, craved the way it ruined her.

"Good. Now admit it, Princess. The Rebellion was a mistake. You should have never defied the Empire."

She hesitated, a sob catching in her throat. This was the first thing that truly gave her pause, even more than agreeing to leave her husband. The Rebellion had been everything to her, the empire had vaporised her home planet. "I... I can't..."

Krenholt stopped dead, buried to the hilt but holding utterly still, his cock throbbing inside her but giving no relief. She whined, trying to rock back, but his hands clamped down, locking her in place. The ache built unbearable, her clit pulsing **** for movement, her walls clenching futile around him.

"Say it," he murmured, calm as ever, one finger tracing lazy down her spine. "Or we stop right here."

"Please," she begged, tears streaming now, hips twitching useless. "The Rebellion was a mistake. I... I should have never defied the Empire. We were wrong to fight." Something in Leia snapped irreparably. She was openly crying now, hiccupping with sobs.

He started again, slow at first, building back to that punishing rhythm, and she cried out grateful, tears streaming down her face, pushing back to meet every thrust. The betrayal burned sweet now, twisting with the pleasure as he hammered into her. "That's it sweetheart, doesn't it feel good to admit it?" Leia nodded frantically.

"Yes daddy" Leia gasped and blushed red, mortified. She hadn't meant to call him that, it had just slipped out in the moment.

"Hush, it's ok my dear," he panted, voice rougher, his balls tightening against her. "You're going to be Daddy's kept woman. You'll become my trophy wife, something to show off to my old military friends at balls and galas. I'll keep you pumped full of my kids, and you'll drop out of politics to raise them. Say it."

"Yes," she moaned, the words spilling free as he pounded her senseless, that spot deep inside sparking with every slam. "I'll be your woman, Your trophy wife for your friends to ogle. Keep me full of your kids, daddy. I'll quit politics, stay home barefoot and pregnant, raising our babies. Please, cum in me, breed me like the whore I am."

Krenholt's grip turned brutal on her hips, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh like he meant to leave permanent bruises. They'd match his marks on her ass from the spanks. He hammered into her now, no more teasing, just raw, punishing thrusts that slapped his heavy balls against her clit over and over, the wet smack echoing loud in the room. Leia's face mashed into the pillow, drool soaking the fabric, her moans turning into broken sobs as the pressure coiled tighter, her pussy clenching frantic around his cock, sucking him deeper with every slam.

"Take it, you little rebel slut," he snarled, voice ragged, his paunch slapping against her red ass. "Take every drop from your daddy."

She felt him swell inside her, that wrinkled shaft thickening impossible, stretching her walls until it burned sweet. Then he buried himself balls-deep and held, roaring like some ancient beast as his cock jerked hard. The first rope hit her cervix hot and thick, flooding her in heavy pulses that went on and on, more cum than she thought possible from a man his age, his balls contracting visible against her thighs as they emptied. Spurt after spurt painted her insides, warm and sticky, overflowing quick to leak down her legs in sloppy rivulets.

"Fuck," she gasped, eyes flying wide. "You're still... there's so much..."

He growled against her neck, teeth scraping skin. "Take it all, Princess. Every drop. That womb's mine now." His balls drew up tight against her clit, emptying the last of it in slow, deliberate throbs. She could feel each one, the way his ancient cock swelled and spat again and again, virile as any twenty-year-old stud. It shouldn't be possible. Seventy-eight years old and he was breeding her like a bull in rut, seed thick and potent. No watery dribble, just relentless, heavy floods that made her belly feel warm and full.

Leia sobbed, as the sensation triggered her own climax, brutal and sudden. Her pussy spasmed wild around him, milking every last drop as waves crashed through her, thighs quaking violent, toes curling hard enough to cramp. She screamed into the pillow, muffled and raw, body bucking helpless under his weight while stars exploded behind her eyes. It went on, the orgasm ripping her apart, her cunt squeezing greedy on his spent dick like it wanted to keep him buried forever.

Krenholt ground deep one final time, stirring his load inside her, making sure it took root. "There," he panted, voice hoarse and triumphant. "You'll swell with daddy's brats soon enough." He settled down, letting his weight rest on her back. He nuzzled into her slender neck, sucking gently on her skin, leaving a mark.

Leia shuddered beneath him, aftershocks rippling through her stuffed pussy, cum still oozing slow around his softening cock. Surprise lingered sharp in her haze, that an old monster like him could breed her so thoroughly, fill her until she dripped for days. She whimpered soft, her hips shifting instinctive, letting it settle deep. She turned her head to his, their foreheads resting against one another, before she lent in to kiss him.