Yes

Leia stood there naked, the chill from the climate control raising fresh prickles across her bare skin, her nipples tight and aching like they'd been pinched already. It wasn't fair. They'd won, they'd defeated the empire, and now she was about to sleep with an arrogant old imperial moff. Her pussy throbbed once, a dull pulse that made her thighs clench involuntary, and she hated how the dampness cooled sticky between her legs. Krenholt kept stroking his cock, that wrinkled shaft swelling thicker in his fist, the veins bulging like twisted cables under the loose skin.

She took a step forward. The carpet fibers soft under her soles, each movement pulling her closer to that sagging bulk on the bed. Her heart slammed hard, nausea mixing with the unwelcome heat building low in her gut. Betraying Han like this, even ****, twisted something sharp inside her, a corruption that tasted bitter on her tongue. But the law loomed. She was ever aware of the red light of the cameras in the corner of the room.

Another step. Krenholt's hand slowed on his dick, the foreskin dragging back lazy to expose more of the shiny head, a fresh bead of precum welling up and smearing under his thumb. He grunted low, the sound wet and animal, his balls shifting heavy in their saggy pouch as he spread his legs wider. "That's it, Princess. Come get acquainted with your new lover." His voice rasped thick in that clipped Coruscanti accent, and she felt the pull, shame flooding her cheeks hot while her traitorous clit twitched again.

She stopped at the bed's edge, close enough to smell him fully now, that stale musk rising sharp from his crotch, mixed with the faint tang of sweat-soaked fabric. His cock bobbed slight with his pulse, longer than she'd wanted to admit, the gnarled length pointing up insistent from his lap. Leia stared down at it revulsion churning, but the size nagged at her, bigger than Han, and she shoved the comparison deeper refusing to let it surface. Her hands hung loose at her sides, fingers twitching like they wanted to cover up.

No one could deny it, not even in this dim, sterile room. Leia, in her early twenties, with her firm curves and that fiery spark still lighting her eyes, outshone anything a balding, liver-spotted monster like him deserved. Seventy-eight years of scheming and corruption, and here he sat, about to lay hands on the Rebellion's shining figurehead. He knew it too, that smug curl to his yellowed lips saying as much. His free hand reached out, knuckles grazing her thigh first, papery skin surprisingly steady as he traced upward, fingers dipping into the crease where leg met hip. She stiffened, glare burning into his gaze, but didn't pull away. Hated how her skin prickled under the touch, nipples tightening harder like they craved more.

"Sit" he demanded. Leia obeyed, sitting down next to him on the bed, their thighs brushing.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice gravelly and thick, shifting his bulk to face her better. He reached out slow, almost gentle, his fingers tracing the curve of her shoulder first. "Gods, look at you," he breathed, voice thick with awe, like he was handling some rare artifact. His palm flattened against her inner thigh, pushing her legs apart with a firm nudge that brooked no argument. She parted them, breath hitching sharp, exposing the trimmed curls above her slit, already matted and glistening. Krenholt's eyes dropped there, hungry, and he let go of his dick to focus both hands on her. One cupped her breast, thumb rolling the nipple rough until it peaked stiff under his grip, sending jolts straight to her core. The other slid over her folds, fingers parting the slick lips with ease. Leia stiffened, hatred surging hot in her veins, but her skin betrayed her with a shiver, goosebumps rippling across her chest. He avoided her clit, pressure light, just exploring the shape of her, before moving on. Her hips gave an involuntary twitch, chasing his fingers.

She wanted to shove him away, call him every vile name she'd learnt from her time in the rebellion. But his hands kept moving, exploring every inch with that infuriating patience, one palm sliding down the inside of her thigh, the other wrapping around her waist. "So fresh. So untouched by time." He leaned in closer, his sagging jowls brushing her shoulder, stale breath puffing against her neck as he mapped the dip of her waist, the flare of her ass. Fingers dug in there, kneading the firm muscle, pulling her nearer until her thigh pressed against his hairy leg. He groaned low, worshipful, his cock twitching against her hip and leaving a sticky trail of precum. Leia felt her pussy clench despite herself, slick dripping slow down her inner thigh, and she clamped her legs together, furious at the heat building unbidden.

Krenholt's exploration returned to her pussy. One finger tracing the outer folds first, gathering her juices before dipping inside. He knew his way around a young woman's body, this old Imperial toad, crooking his digit against that inner wall with expert precision, pumping slow while his thumb found her clit and rolled it in lazy circles. Leia gasped, hips jerking up greedy, her traitorous pussy sucking at his finger like it needed more. He added a second, stretching her, building the rhythm faster, the wet squelch filling the room as he worked her toward the brink.

She thrashed a bit, hands fisting the sheets, frustration boiling over as her body sang under his touch. She hated him, hated this, but the coil wound tighter, her clit throbbing under his thumb, release hovering just out of reach. He edged her like that, pulling back every time she neared the peak, fingers slowing to a tease, leaving her panting and ****. "Fuck me," she snarled finally, voice cracking raw, shame flooding her as the words tumbled out. "Just fuck me and get it over with so I can go home, you bastard."

He paused, fingers still buried deep, twisting slow to keep her simmering. "What was that, Princess? I didn't quite catch it, my hearing's not what it used to be." His free hand pinched her nipple hard, sending a jolt straight to her cunt.

Leia's hips jerked up ****, chasing the friction he withheld, her pussy clenching around his knuckles in vain. Heat burned her face, her tits heaving with each ragged breath, nipples stinging from his earlier pinches. "You heard me. You wanted to breed me, so do it. Three pathetic minutes of humping then I never have to see you again."

He chuckled phlegmy, pulling his fingers out halfway, then shoving them back in rough, curling against her walls until she gasped sharp. But he stopped short again, thumb hovering over her clit without touching. "Breed you? With what, Princess? Be specific. I want to hear the hero of Yavin beg properly for an Imperial cock."

She ground her teeth, thighs quivering, slick dripping down to soak the sheets beneath her ass. The room reeked of her arousal now, sharp and needy, mixing with his stale sweat. Frustration boiled over, her body screaming for release while her mind recoiled at the words forming on her tongue. "Your cock. Put your wrinkled, disgusting cock in my pussy and cum inside me. Is that what you want to hear? Just do it!"

His free hand roamed back to her breast, squeezing hard, rolling the nipple between thumb and finger until she arched off the bed with a whine. "Almost there. Say please, Leia. Beg like the good little rebel slut you've become."

"Please," she spat through gritted teeth, the word tasting like ash, her clit throbbing so hard it hurt. "Please fuck me with your cock, you monster. Fill me up. I can't... I need it now."

Krenholt's eyes gleamed wicked, his fingers plunging once more, faster this time, building her right to the edge where stars burst behind her eyelids. She bucked against his hand, moaning low and broken, so close she could taste the shatter. Then he yanked them free entirely, her pussy gaping empty, clenching on nothing as the orgasm fizzled into agony. "No."

Leia sat there panting, in disbelief. "What?" She couldn't remember ever feeling this **** for release, and he was denying her. This vile wrinkled old moff. She felt her eye's start to prickle with tears of frustration.

"I'm not done playing with you just yet, so you'll have to learn some patience." Before she could curse him, he pushed her onto her back and slid his bulk down the bed with a grunt, joints popping. He grabbed her thighs and spread them wide, as Leia let out a startled gasp. His balding head dipped between her legs, hot breath fanning her soaked folds. "I'm going to taste you, and I am not stopping until I have had my fill." Krenholt said, looking her in the eyes as he leaned forward. Leia thrashed, hands flying to his thinning hair to push him away, but he latched on, his mouth sealed over her cunt like he'd been starving for it his entire life. A low, reverent hum vibrated through her clit as his tongue swept up the length of her slit in one long, deliberate lick, flat and wet, gathering every drop of her shame. Leia's back arched off the mattress. The sound that tore out of her was half-snarl, half-whimper.

"Get off me, you..."

He ignored her completely. His tongue circled her entrance first, teasing, tasting, tracing the swollen lips with the patience of a man who had all the time in the galaxy. Then he dragged it upward again, slower this time, stopping just beneath her clit to flick the hood with the tip of his tongue, light, maddening flicks that made her thighs jerk against his ears.

"Look at this perfect little cunt," he rasped against her, voice muffled, reverent. "Soaked for a man old enough to be your grandfather. You have no idea how long I've pictured this."

Leia's fingers tightened in what little hair he had left, trying to yank him away, but her hips betrayed her, tilting up to chase the pressure. He chuckled, the vibration shooting straight through her clit, and pressed a firm hand to her lower belly to pin her still. Then his tongue flattened and slid over her clit in one broad, possessive stroke that lit every nerve on fire.

She cried out, a broken, furious sound. He did it again. And again. Long, slow licks from her dripping hole to the throbbing bundle of nerves, never quite giving her the rhythm she needed. Her legs started shaking, her breath came in short, **** pants.

"I hate you!" Leia moaned, voice quivering. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

He answered by closing his lips around her clit and sucking, gentle at first, then harder, drawing the swollen nub into the wet heat of his mouth. His tongue flicked the trapped tip in quick, merciless circles while he groaned like she was the finest thing he'd ever tasted. Leia's head slammed back against the pillow, a strangled cry ripping free.

Two thick fingers pushed into her without warning, curling instantly, searching. When they found that spot inside her, the one that made her vision spark white, he pressed hard and rubbed in tight, deliberate circles. The dual **** sent her rocketing toward the edge so fast her whole body locked up.

"No, no, fuck..."

He didn't stop. He sucked harder, tongue lashing, fingers pumping faster, wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Leia's thighs clamped around his head, her back bowed clear off the bed.

"Please, I'm sorry..."

He curled his fingers again, stroked that spot ruthlessly, and flicked his tongue in one final, perfect swirl.

She shattered.

A raw scream tore out of her as the orgasm slammed through her, harder than anything she'd ever felt. Her cunt spasmed around his fingers, hips bucking wildly, thighs trembling so violently she nearly kneed him in the temple. He didn't let up, just kept sucking and licking and rubbing through every pulse, drawing it out until she was sobbing for breath, tears pricking the corners of her eyes from the intensity.

Only when the last aftershock rippled through her did he ease off her clit, pressing soft, almost tender kisses to the oversensitive flesh. His fingers slowed to a lazy stroke, keeping her fluttering, refusing to let her come all the way down.

Leia lay there gasping, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling in stunned fury. He lifted his head, lips shiny with her, and gave her that arrogant, satisfied smile. She expected him to come out with a barb, some smug quip, but he just smiled. His hands slid up the trembling muscles of her thighs, palms warm and soothing, tracing slow, comforting circles. "There you are," he murmured, voice low and strangely soft. "That's it. You did well, Princess. Breathe."

She tried to snarl something venomous, but all that came out was a helpless, frustrated whine as his head dipped down and pressed soft kisses on her belly just above her mound. His thumbs stroked the crease where thigh met hip, coaxing the last shudders from her body.

Leia's fists clenched in the sheets. She hated him. She hated the way her legs stayed open for him, hated the way her hips gave a tiny, involuntary roll at the brush of his lips.

"Good girl," he whispered, so quietly she almost missed it. "Just like that." Most of all she hated the part of her that responded to his words, the little girl this aged monster had a knack for bringing out.