Leia groaned as she climbed the ladder to the ventral gun turret. The climb made her back ache more, but the turret had the unique advantage of a separate gravity generator. She set the controls for .25 G and settled back in the chair, sighing as the decrease in weight reduced some of her "passengers" pressure against her spine. She stroked her stomach absently as she looked "up" at Endor.

Despite all the violence that had occured here, Endor was a lovely planet. Thousands had died here, but to her it would always be the site of the "Rebels" greatest victory. And, on a more personal note, it was the site where she and Han had finally been able to express how they felt about each other. It had taken the better part of the celebration to find a corner not occupied by small furry allies, all of whom felt it their duty to escort them back to the center of the festivities.

It had been worth the wait. Their dalliance had been hesitant, uncomfortable, and all too short, but filled with good-natured laughter and was a wonderful preview of what awaited them when they had the leisure to explore each other's tastes more thoroughly. There hadn't been much time for that lately. Between their conflicting schedules and her increasingly awkward girth, they hadn't improved on their first performance for a long time.

Between the lack of a successful sex life, and the uncertainty of what awaited her on Honoghr, Leia was entirely too tense for the delicate situation she would soon be in. She had run through the series of Jedi relaxation techniques Luke had taught her, but with limited success. Fortunately she still had one "relaxation technique" Luke hadn't had to teach her.

As a matter of fact, she thought as she activated the door seal behind her, I think Luke should spend some time with this particular technique before he forgets how.

As Leia began loosening her clothing, she thought about which fantasy she was in the mood for. Nothing too heavy, maybe a bit exotic. Her options floated past her mind's eye as her fingers lightly stroked her breasts through the light undertunic. Finally settling on a recent favorite, she closed her eyes and relaxed.

Her rooms in Coruscant were sacrosanct. Only her closest friends had access; everyone else had to get through Winter. This gave her the security she needed to relax completely, and the privacy to do as she wished. The light from the window fell exactly onto the bed, warming her body. She was alone in her quarters, lying naked on the bed, the coverings all pushed onto the floor. The room was in shadows except for where she lay, which made her feel indecently exposed. A delicious thrill ran down her spine as she spread her legs, knowing the sunbeam was landing directly on her mound. She felt her arousal growing quickly, but there wasn't any hurry. If she waited until she was close to coming before she felt her wetness she knew she could orchestrate a series of rolling orgasms. Her chest fluttered as she cupped her breasts, pushing them slightly together. As she watched, her nipples tightened, casting fascinating shadows onto her breasts. Bending her head down, she could flick the tip of her tongue against them. The rough part of her tongue felt even better. . .

Leia's shift was open to the waist. Her fingers were gently stroking her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She paused long enough to shed the rest of her clothing, then leaned back.

Still idly caressing her breasts with one hand, she began stroking her side and hip. Lightly stroking her skin with her fingertips made her body "awaken" an inch at a time. By the time her hand touched her thighs, her entire torso felt as if it were trembling an instant before her fingers touched it. Loving the feeling of being so aware of her body, she stretched languidly, reaching her arms high over her head. Suddenly, her wrists were captured and held immobile. The shock would have rolled her out of bed and away from danger, but the hand holding her was immensely strong. With the sun in her eyes, she couldn't see very well, but the shape and size of the body was all she needed to identify her assailant. Her body was still tense and shaking, but she was no longer afraid.

Wookies had never even seemed like adults to her, they were more like very large (and very strong) children. But during her recent trip to Kashyyyk, she had seen a much different side to them. They were more open with their emotions than humans, especially when they didn't know she was watching. They could be surprisingly tender. And at night she had gotten an earful that left no doubt as to their capacity for passion. Since then she had been fascinated by thoughts of how those huge arms must feel. She wondered what it would be like to feel safe and yet so helpless.

She closed her eyes. Large inhumanly soft hands stroked her arms, working down her body. Feeling one hand cupping both her breasts was amazing. Fingers began pinching her nipples harder than she would have herself. . .it didn't quite hurt, and it did send sparks down the center of her being. She was suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of such helplessness. This being holding her down so effortlessly could literally do whatever he wanted.

She wondered how she must have looked, touching herself like that, her arousal obvious. And in a short while, she suddenly understood, she was going to moan, cry out, and orgasm before this being with literally no decision on her part. The inevitability of the situation freed the last of her reserve. The increasing pressure on her breasts no longer hurt--waves of heat were flowing from her chest to every part of her body. Even the muscles in her feet were unconsciously flexing. More and more of her attention was focused between her thighs. She could envision her labia glistening, her clitoris swelling. Shaking, she slowly spread her legs again, brought her knees up, and opened herself to him.

Trying to match her body's pace with her fantasy's, Leia lifted her legs and draped them over the arms of the seat. Finding herself very wet already, she slowly slid a finger inside herself. She moved gently back and forth, feeling her muscles start to relax. A second finger felt wonderful. Tightening her muscles around her fingers sent sparks of pleasure up her back. She held her fingers motionless inside her and began brushing her thumb against her clitoris.

He took the invitation for what it was. The hand slid down over her belly. Her breasts felt hot and swollen, and still sent waves through her body. She could feel the muscles of her vagina opening and closing on nothing. As the great hand pressed between her legs, she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Her breath became gasps as she thrust herself against him, harder and harder. Her hips lifted from the bed to crush her vulva against his palm. His impossibly long fingers slid under her, and gently separated the halves of her ass. One finger stroked between them.

This was getting more involved than she had intended. If she had known this was going to be more than a fast tension release she would have planned better. Her fingers felt wonderful, but for something this intense she needed something a little more. . .solid. She looked impatiently around the tiny chamber. The Falcon's facade of disorder should leave something useful; she rummaged through a half-secured toolbox. The 'trode spanner was an unlikely twist of metal, but its handle looked promising. Leia hefted it in her hand. It was heavy, smooth, and cool to the touch. Bringing the blunt end between her legs, she spread her knees a little wider and began stroking herself with it. The finger depressions on the shaft felt especially good pressed against her clitoris. When she had liberally moistened it, she pressed the tip to her entrance. Feeling a little resistance at first, she shifted her hips up and thrust towards her hand. She felt herself part as it slid up and. . .

Her excitement was becoming impossible to contain. Before long, she knew, nothing would stop her from climaxing, no matter who was watching or what she had to do. It was very nearly perfect. The only physical lack could be easily corrected by an object a few feet away, but she didn't dare speak and ruin the spell. With a light touch of the Force a drawer slid out of the headboard.

He removed her selection from the drawer. She seldom used this one; she saved it for when she needed to feel completely filled. She froze as she felt it positioned at the entrance to her vagina. Her body felt stretched and expectant, but he waited. "Do it." It remained poised against her. "Put it in me." A slight pressure. Not enough. "Please." Nothing. Finally she said what she was thinking but didn't want to say out loud. "Put it in my cunt," she whispered. "Fuck me with it."

Leia's mouth was open and gasping. Her eyes were staring at the planet, but seeing herself somewhere that didn't exist. So unaware of her surroundings was she that she never felt herself pushing with the Force, lifting herself out of the chair.

The pressure increased; finally her body stretched to accept it. She thrust her hips against it, trying to make it seem a little harder, or at least fill her faster. When it was fully sheathed inside her the palm was again pressed against her vulva. As she ground her clitoris against the heel of his hand, the fingers again spread her ass apart. A finger pressed against her, invading her there as well.

It was too much. She couldn't hold back any longer. The orgasm crashed into her as if she had jumped into the surf. It was so intense that, if she had had a choice, she wouldn't have had the courage to ride it out; she would have pulled away, curled into a ball, and rubbed herself frantically. Instead, it went on, uncontrolled, eroding her consiousness until she fainted.

After a quiet time spent resting and staring at Endor, Leia leisurely put herself "back together" as Han liked to say. Too bad she could never explain the attraction she held for the "walking carpet". Han'd probably do something stupid and noble, like try to give her an opportunity! It probably wouldn't work, anyway. Other species' mating practices always seemed to surprise her at the most inconvenient times. One ambassador had seemed like a good prospect; charming in a diminutive kind of way. . .until he tried to eat her cat. Gordon somebody. Besides, she thought, smiling ruefully, Chewie would probably want me as much as I'd want an Ewok.

Chewbacca whuffled quietly to himself as he changed the data crystal, the continual mechanical chatter ignored for now as he contemplated the latest addition to his collection. Even his partner never completely understood how easy it was for him to be away from Kashyyyk. At home, his interests seemed eccentric at best, perverted at worst. There was something about the vulnerability of unclothed beings, especially humans, who tended to keep most of their bodies seductively out of sight most of the time. His partner's mate, in particular, was fascinating "naked". His language didn't even have a word for "naked". . .the closest meant "bald due to sickness". His partner's mate was anything but unhealthy. Chewie chortled to himself.

"Yes, I thought it amusing myself, that for such an accomplished. . ."

Huh? Chewie went back to ignoring him. He'd have to remember to add that spanner to his collection. . . ==>fin