Leia escalates

She straightened, deciding to escalate. If they were doing this, she'd make him want it too. Leia grabbed the hem of her tunic, pulling it up slowly, inch by inch, revealing the smooth plane of her stomach, the underside of her breasts. Chewbacca's eyes flicked back, drawn despite himself, a hungry rumble building in his throat. She peeled it over her head, tossing it aside, standing there in just her undergarments, simple panties and a bra that did little to hide her hardening nipples. The air kissed her skin, raising goosebumps, but his gaze warmed her more, those blue eyes darkening. "Like what you see?" she teased, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling the peaks through the fabric. He nodded jerkily, a short bark escaping him, paws flexing like he wanted to touch but held back.

Good. Leia unclasped the bra next, letting the straps slide down her arms but holding the cups playfully over her breasts. She took a half step back, swaying her hips as she grinned at him. "Want me to drop it, give you a good look?". That got a slow nod out of Chewie, without him even seeming to realise it. She let the bra fall away, leaving her perky breasts on full display for him. Chewbacca stared openly now, his sheath swelling further, the cock tip protruding more, glistening with precum that dripped in a slow string. Leia felt exposed, **** under that primal scrutiny, but it fuelled her, turning shame into a dark empowerment. She span around, giving him a nice view of her heart shaped ass. She hooked her thumbs in her panties, shimmying them down her hips, the fabric sticking briefly to her damp folds before sliding free. Naked now, completely bare before him, her pussy exposed with its neat trim of dark hair, already slick from the building tension.

Chewbacca averted his eyes again, a bashful growl rumbling out, one paw covering his face like a embarrassed cub. Leia couldn't help but chuckle, spinning back and stepping closer, her bare feet silent on the carpet. "Aw, Chewie, don't look away. It's just skin." She reached out, gently pulling his paw down, her fingers intertwining with his massive ones, his claws retracted, thank the ****. "I'm glad it's you here, you know? Not some awful stranger who'd make this hell. With a friend... we can try to enjoy it." Her voice softened at the end, sincerity bleeding through the seduction, even as her free hand trailed down to brush his sheath again, feeling the heat there, the promise of what was to come.

Leia’s fingers curled around the thick fur at Chewbacca’s wrist, guiding his paw with deliberate slowness until the warm pads of his palm settled against the soft underside of her left breast. He froze, breath hitching in a ragged growl, the heat of his hand bleeding through her skin like a brand. She pressed forward, arching into the touch, and the coarse fur of his fingers rasped over her nipple, dragging a sharp gasp from her throat.

"It’s all right," she whispered, voice low and trembling with the whiskey and something darker. "Touch me, Chewie. I want to feel those big hands on me."

A shudder rolled through his massive frame. Slowly, reverently, he cupped her breast fully, the weight of it swallowed by his palm. His thumb, thick as her two fingers together, swept across the stiff peak, fur tickling in slow circles. Leia’s head fell back, a soft moan slipping free before she could cage it. The texture of his hand was maddening. Plush velvet over steel, warm and rough and alive. She leaned in, pressing her breast into his waiting paw, and he took the invitation, kneading gently at first, then with growing confidence, claws carefully sheathed but the blunt tips still scraping faint pink lines across her skin.

She felt the tremor in his arms, the restraint he fought to maintain. His other paw hovered uncertainly at her waist until she caught it and slid it down the curve of her hip, over the flare of her ass. The fur there was shorter, almost bristly, and when his fingers curled to squeeze, the sensation shot straight between her legs. Leia’s thighs clenched involuntarily, slickness gathering at the apex, and she let out a shaky laugh that sounded too close to a whimper. His hand slid lower, until the coarse warmth of his palm cupped her mound.

“Gods, you’re warm,” she breathed, rolling her hips so his palm dragged across the swell of her ass cheek. “Don’t hold back. I won’t break.”

A shudder rippled through him. The very tip of one massive finger traced the seam of her sex with heart-breaking gentleness. Leia’s breath stuttered, the pad of that single finger was broader than two of any human man’s put together, warm and faintly rough from the fine texture of Wookiee fur. He parted her slowly, reverently, the fur along his knuckle dragging through her slick folds and sending sparks skittering up her spine.

She was drenched already, and the first glide of that enormous finger through her wetness made an obscene, wet sound that should have embarrassed her but only pulled a broken moan from her throat instead. Chewie paused, ears flicking back, a worried rumble rising in his chest.

“No,” she gasped, rolling her hips to chase the pressure. “It's ok. You're doing good.”

Emboldened, he pressed forward again, letting the thick pad of his finger settle fully against her entrance. He didn’t push inside, not yet. Instead he explored with exquisite patience, tracing the delicate inner lips, circling the swollen knot of her clit with the lightest brush of fur until her thighs shook, then sliding lower to spread her open wider. Every tiny movement felt magnified a hundredfold because of his size.

When at last he eased just the very tip of that one finger into her, Leia’s back arched in pleasure. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. His finger was thicker than most men she’d taken completely, and he’d barely breached her. Heat flooded her cheeks, her chest, her cunt. She clenched around the intrusion instinctively, and Chewie groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated straight through his hand into her core.

He held still, letting her adjust, letting her feel the impossible heat of him inside her, the soft fur at the base of his finger tickling her clit with every tiny tremor of his hand. Then, when her hips began to rock in **** little circles, he started to move. Slow, careful thrusts that barely sank deeper than the first knuckle, curling gently, searching.

Chewbacca rumbled something that might have been an apology or a prayer, then gave in. His other paw roamed now, exploring with the wondering hunger of someone touching forbidden treasure. He traced the dip of her spine, the delicate wings of her shoulder blades, the soft give of her belly. When his thumb brushed the undersides of her breasts again, lifting and weighing them, Leia’s knees nearly buckled. She steadied herself by planting her palms on his furred thighs, feeling the iron-hard muscle flex beneath.

Her own hands had not been idle. While he mapped every inch of exposed skin, she had slipped her fingers beneath the edge of his loincloth and eased the fabric aside. The cock lay heavy against his thigh, thicker than her wrist, the leathery skin flushed dark and hot. A bead of clear fluid welled at the slit and slid down the length in a slow, glistening trail. Leia traced it with one fingertip, marvelling at the velvet-over-steel texture, the way the whole length twitched and pulsed under her touch.

Chewie’s breath stuttered. His hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk, pushing the cock more firmly into her hand. Encouraged, she wrapped her fingers as far around it as they would go and stroked upward, coaxing. The fur at the base was coarse, almost wiry, but the penis itself was sleek, warm, alive. Another thick drop of precum oozed free, coating her fingers, and she brought them to her lips without thinking, tasting salt and wild musk and something green like crushed pine. Her eyes fluttered shut for a heartbeat.

When she opened them again, Chewbacca was staring, pupils blown wide, blue irises thin rings around black. His paw had stilled and was on her hips, gripping hard enough to leave faint marks. His massive finger on his other hand continued to curl ever so gently inside her. Leia smiled, slow and wicked, and slid her hand back down to the root of him, squeezing gently. His glistening cock stood out rose-red against the darker fur, veins standing in proud relief, the head flared and dripping.