Yes

Chewbacca rumbled something that sounded suspiciously like an apology, then dipped his head and licked a long, wet stripe from her collarbone to her jaw. The rough texture of his tongue dragged over her skin like velvet sandpaper, and Leia arched with a broken moan. He did it again, lower this time, lapping at the upper swell of her breast before closing his lips around one nipple. The gentle suction, the rasp of fur against sensitive skin, the low vibration of his growl. It all crashed over her at once. Her hips jerked upward, grinding her clit against the slick head of his cock, and they both groaned.

She needed more contact, needed to feel all of him. Leia wriggled downward, planting her feet on the mattress and pushing up until the head slipped between her folds. Just the tip, stretching her entrance, already wider than Han at his thickest. She hissed at the burn, but it was a good burn, a stretching that promised to ruin her in the best way. Chewie froze, muscles locked, waiting for her signal.

"More," she breathed.

He eased forward, slow as glacial drift, letting her body adjust. Inch by inch, the ridged shaft slid inside, splitting her open. Leia's head thrashed on the pillow, mouth open on a silent scream. The stretch bordered on too much, but the slick from his sheath and her own arousal eased the way. When the thickest part of the head popped past her rim, they both shuddered. Chewie's arms shook; sweat matted the fur along his spine.

Halfway in and she already felt impossibly full. She could feel every vein, every ridge dragging against her walls. Her pussy fluttered helplessly around him, trying to pull him deeper even as her body screamed for mercy. Leia reached down with one hand, fingers spreading her lips wider, watching in dazed fascination as her body swallowed more of that flushed, alien cock.

"Look at us," she gasped. "Look how well you fit."

Chewbacca made a strangled sound and pushed again. Another few inches disappeared inside her, until the swell of his knot kissed her entrance. He stopped there, panting wet breaths, forehead pressed to hers. Leia's legs were splayed obscenely wide, thighs trembling. She could feel him past her belly button, or swore she could.

She clenched experimentally, and Chewie's hips snapped forward an inch before he caught himself. The movement dragged the ridges across her g-spot and she cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. A growl rolled out of him, deeper than any engine, and he began to move, slow, grinding thrusts that never gave her the full length but rubbed every sensitive spot inside her mercilessly.

The rhythm built gradually. Long, dragging strokes that left her empty and aching, then slow pushes back in that lit her nerves on fire. Each time the knot bumped her clit she saw stars. Sweat slicked both of them. His fur grew damp and heavy, clinging to her skin. Leia's hands roamed everywhere, down the powerful slope of his back, over the flexing muscles of his ass, into the thick ruff at his neck. She tugged, urging him closer, until his full weight pinned her deliciously.

At some point words deserted her. There were only broken moans and the wet slap of fur on skin, the obscene squelch every time he pulled out and pushed back in. Chewie's tongue found her throat again, lapping at the sweat there, then lower, curling around a nipple while his hips kept that relentless pace. Leia's first orgasm caught her by surprise, a sudden clenching wave that bowed her spine and tore a ragged scream from her throat. Her pussy clamped down hard, and Chewie snarled, thrusts stuttering as he fought not to follow her over.

He didn't. Instead he slowed, letting her ride it out, gentle licks soothing the oversensitive peaks of her breasts. When the tremors finally eased, Leia was limp, gasping, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. Chewbacca nuzzled the wetness away with heart-breaking tenderness.

"Again," she croaked, voice wrecked. "Don't you dare stop."

A softer growl this time, almost laughter. He shifted his grip, one massive paw sliding beneath her ass to tilt her hips higher. The new angle let him sink deeper, and Leia's eyes rolled back. The knot pressed insistently now, a promise and a threat. She could feel it swelling further, stretching her entrance on every stroke. She wanted it, gods help her, wanted to be locked to him, claimed in the most primal way possible.

She hooked her heels over the small of his back, urging. "Knot me, Chewie. Want to feel it."

He hesitated, ears flattening. She could see the war in his eyes: loyalty to Han, terror of hurting her, and beneath it all a feral need that made his cock jerk inside her. Leia reached up, cupped his face in both hands.

"I trust you," she said fiercely. "I want this. Want you."