A Noble Fucking

The bedroom was indeed unoccupied. It looked to be a guest room, with a wardrobe, dresser, nightstand, and large low bed against the wall. The Alderaanian princess was holding his hand as she walked to the bed, running her other hand over the covers. "Alderaanian cotton, 700 thread count. I suppose it will have to do," she said.

"If it wasn't good enough, I guess we'd just have to do it against the wall," the Outlander said.

"What, like a servant?" she asked, and laughed. "Don't be absurd."

"Servants get fucked up against a wall because they are trapped there by their masters. Princesses get fucked up against a wall because they're bad girls who need to be punished," he said.

She bit her lip. "And are you going to punish me?"

"Punish, reward, I guess it depends on your perspective on being fucked by a bounty hunter," he shrugged, undressing.

She watched with interest as he got naked, and soon she knelt before him. "Let me taste you," she said, reaching for his thick cock. Her tongue rolled around the head, before she took him between her lips, sucking on his tip. She teased him, only working on the head of his cock, looking up into his eyes.

"Not a bad start," the Outlander said.

She responded by sliding her lips further down his shaft, getting a little more than halfway before he hit the back of her throat. She began to bob her head along his length, groaning around his thick meat. Her lipstick was smeared along his length and he glistened from her saliva. He reached down and put his hands on the coiled hair buns on the side of her head as he began to move his hips, shallowly fucking her face. She moaned, then pulled back, releasing his cock with a pop. "I don't want you to finish in my mouth. I need to feel you in me," she panted. "Besides, it'll take forever to fix my hair if you do that."

He laughed, then nodded. "Fair enough."

She stood up and turned away from him, bending down to rest her elbows on the bed, her legs braced and her ass sticking out towards him. She began pulling up her dress until it was around her waist, and she wiggled her bare bottom at him. "The servant's entrance is unlocked," she giggled, reaching back to spread her cheeks for him, her pink rosebud winking at him.

The Outlander stepped forward, and teasing his tip along her ass, before pressing against her wet pussylips instead. "I'm more of a front gate kind of guy," he said.

"You presume too far, Bounty Hunter," she said, though there was a twinkle in her eye. "You could at least ask me my name before taking my pussy."

"Where are my manners? I would love to have the honor of your name, Princess Organa," he said, grinning at her.

"That's better. My proper name is Princess Dacia Sandero-Organa, and-" her words were cut off by a moan as the Outlander pressed into her pussy, one long solid thrust until he was full ensheathed inside her. Her head dropped down and she panted. "You bastard," she said. "You could have given me a moment to get used to you. I've never had anyone so thick before." Despite that, she didn't sound at all displeased.

He caressed the smooth curve of her round hips as he began to move inside her. With each stroke she gave a soft "ah!" of pleasure, her pussy hot and wet around him. She was squeezing him as he moved, and he grunted as he sped up. Her back arched and she cried out as her body suddenly spasmed and clenched around him, and he let himself cum, pouring his hot thick cum deep into her noble pussy, spurting every drop into her. When he let his softening cock slide out, she collapsed onto the bed.

"By the Maker. I've never cum so hard," she said. "My legs feel numb and my entire body is tingling. Mmm..." she purred, caressing herself. "It was so hot at the end... wait, did you cum inside me? You weren't wearing a condom?" she said, reaching down between her legs, and wiping up a dribble of his cum that was leaking out. "You idiot! It's not a safe day for me! I didn't say you could cum inside me!"

"You didn't ask me to pull out, either," he said. "Or ask me to use a condom."

"Well... no, but, you should have anyway!" She was now facing him from the bed, looking up from her hands and knees. "What if you got me pregnant?" The look in her eyes wasn't anger. It was anticipation.

"Then your bloodline would gain some much needed improvement," he grinned. "Some Mandalorian Iron to back up that Alderaanian silk. I think that's just what your family needs."

She looked at his cock and licked her lips. "My father would go supernova if I married a bounty hunter."

"Luckily, I'm marrying two other lovely women, so I'll have to settle for just knocking you up," he grinned, joining her on the bed.

"You really think a princess is going to let some mercenary get her pregnant?" she said, climbing on top of him.

"At this point, yes, yes I do," he said. Her nipples were already hard through her thin white silk dress. It pooled around her waist as she mounted him.

"So do I," she said softly, before settling herself on him and easing down, taking his cock inside her.

"Mmm, Dacia, my noble slut," he groaned, feeling her body through the supple silk.

"Oh, my mighty bounty hunter," she moaned, riding him.

"I'll show you mighty," he said, and he tore open her dress, baring her breasts.

"You brute! This dress cost... well, probably a lot!" she said in mock anger. Her pussy had clenched in a small orgasm when he'd torn open her dress, though, so he knew she was enjoying him playing the brute.

He pulled her down and kissed her breasts as she bounced her hips rapidly on his cock.

"By the Maker, you're making me cum again," she panted, before shuddering with a powerful climax. He could keep going, though, and he began sucking a hard nipple, making her squeal with pleasure as she rapidly built towards another peak. He slapped her ass as she rode him and that sent her over the edge, arching her back and crying out as she came hard again. He rolled over and pinned her to the mattress, really pounding her as he got closer, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. "Do it! Cum inside me! Knock me up with your mercenary seed, my love!" she screamed. "I'm yours to use, your breeding bitch!"

That was all he could take, and soon she was clenching around him as he filled her womb with his thick seed. Her nails dug into his back and soon they collapsed together in a sweaty pile.

"My breeding bitch? Sounds like you've fantasized about this before," he teased as they lay together.

She blushed. "I have. I used to masturbate while imagining some ruffian using me, breeding me, making me his in every way," she admitted. "I know you're getting married... but if you're ever in the Alderaan system, I'm all yours," she said, kissing him.

"I'll keep that in mind, and I will be seeing you again," he said.

"Good. Mmm, I feel so full, like one of those pastries with the creamy filling. I feel like if I stand up, I'll leave a trail," she giggled. "Not that my legs are up to walking right now."

"Take a rest, then. I'll make sure no one disturbs you. I need to get back to the party," he said.

She kissed him again. "Go take a shower first. And thank you. I got a surprise gift to treasure," she said.