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“Hm,” Leia tutted as she lifted Han’s chin, “for Jedi Scum you sure are handsome.”
Han was trying to hold back his smile. He was supposed to be playing the role of the Jedi prisoner brought in chains before the Sith Queen, but it was hard not to stare at his beautiful Jedi Warrior Bride. With that tight hooded black dress that emphasized her swollen belly that carried their daughter, her brown hair flowing freely and that red lipstick, she looked like something out of a dream. He almost wished his hands weren’t tied behind him with a silk scarf because he wanted to run his hands down her curves.
But he furrowed his brow and tried to pull his most defiant look.
“You won’t break me, witch,” Han growled. He had to remind himself that it was only a game, or he would have felt guilty for calling his beautiful wife something cruel.
Luke had invited Han and Leia to a costumed ball that benefited the refugees of Alderaan. Usually Han hated social events, and Leia was exhausted from trying to build a new Jedi Order and carrying their second child, but Luke was Leia’s brother and they both knew this was an important cause to him. So they went.
The couple's costume of a captured Jedi and his Sith Queen wasn’t Han’s idea. He was clever but he wasn’t that creative. It was Leia’s. She loved myths and tales. One of her fond memories as a child on Tatooine was when her Aunt Beru would read her stories as she tucked her into bed. She sometimes told Han these stories if he was in pain from a traumatic incident and other times she would hold their son Ben close as she wove these tales complete with voices.
Her particular favorite was from a Legend hailing from Naboo. It was a tale about a pair of enemies who became lovers: a Sith Queen who ruled over a planet, and her handsome Jedi sent on a mission to kill her. The mission went south, and the Jedi was brought before the Sith Queen. Originally she sentenced him to death, and she thought that would be the end of it. The night before his execution, with curiosity getting the better of her, the Sith Queen went to visit the condemned Jedi in his cell. Hoping he could humanize himself, the Jedi began to weave tales of his adventures. The Sith Queen found herself emenced in his stories. She spent hours so starry eyed in her prisoner's cell; she didn’t notice that the sun rose and the guards came to bring the Jedi to his execution. But as the guards went to free him of his chains and bring him to the gallows, the Sith Queen had a change of heart. She ordered him to be spared on the condition he brought to her rooms every night so he could tell her more stories.
Every night the Jedi was brought to The Sith Queen in chains. He didn’t want to indulge her. But it was the only way to keep himself alive. But as nights went on eventually the stories became spirited conversations about their lives and soon the Sith Queen and her Jedi captive fell in love. The story ended on a bittersweet note, the Jedi’s fellow knights in the order came to rescue him and the Sith Queen was killed in the crossfire. In anguish the Jedi took his lover’s body and jumped off the roof of her castle. Their bodies were never found but that night, two stars appeared in the sky that were never seen before implying that the two of them joined together in the Force.
Now Han, found the idea to be a rather morbid one to go to a costumed ball. Han would have rather been a pair of space pirates or even a pair of Selonians, but he wanted to make Leia happy after all the happiness she brought him so he agreed. It wasn’t so bad in the end, his wife looked ravishing in her costume. And since it was one of the rare nights the two of them got to be alone while “Uncle Chewie” watched Ben, they had a great time dancing through the night until the party ended.
After relieving Chewie of his duties of watching their son, and checking on Ben, they walked to their temporary chambers. Leia lamented that she didn’t want the night to end because it was just magical pretending the characters she loved growing up and Han joked that the night didn’t have to just yet….
Han didn’t know if the pregnancy hormones were getting the better of her or Leia was keeping her vow to have a little fun between the serious work of being a Jedi, but the next thing he knew, Leia tied his hands behind him with a silk scarf and he was sitting in a comfortable chair. Of course with all the times Han had been abducted he never thought his wife would be the one doing the tying, but he rather her than some stupid Empire thug so he wasn’t complaining.
The weight of Leia settling in on lap broke him from his thoughts. Han’s breath started to hitch as he felt his wife’s swollen breasts and pregnant belly rub against his torso. Stars, if this was real and she was his captor, he would almost leap into her trap.
“At dawn the guards will take you out to the gallows,” Leia purred in his ear. Her fingers began to trail over his throat causing Han to swallow and take a deep shuddering breath through his nose. “It’s a damn shame, you have such a pretty neck, I would hate for the noose to break it.”
“If you find my neck so pretty,” Han rasped his head tilting back, “why don’t you spare me.”
Leia chuckled. She placed a trail of kisses from the shell of his ear to over his jaw line, at one point they traced the scar on his chin.
“Well that is true….I’ll tell you what…you seem like an interesting man with a lot of stories to tell, why don’t you tell me one and if I like it I’ll spare your life.”
For a moment Han broke character and a smile formed on his lips. Oh did he have a story, a story he would one day tell to Ben and his daughter once she arrives, a story he would tell his grandchildren as well, and long after he joined his wife in the stars above it would be told from generation to generation becoming a legend in its own right.
“Once upon a time in a strange vast galaxy there was a man,” Han began. He could see Leia’s lips turning into a smile. She didn’t need the force to know what he was about to say, “a man after a series of misfortune after misfortune became a common thug.”
Leia’s hands moved from his neck to undo the buttons of his tunic.
“Sounds boring,” She joked.
“Oh no it gets better trust me,” Han rasped, his heart racing in anticipation as he felt the cool air against his skin, “feeling that he was never going to find love or happiness, he put all his passions into smuggling across the galaxy for some slimy freak.”
Leia's fingers began to brush over his chest, tracing circular patterns around his nipples. Han’s breath hitched as bound hands curled into fists.
“He was pretty good at his job,” Han continued, “so much so the slimy freak rewarded him for his efforts. A betrothal to a moisture farmer’s niece. She was the most beautiful woman the smuggler had ever seen and almost immediately he fell in love with her, despite the fact she knew she didn’t love him back. However the man loved her so much he vowed even if they just were friends, even if she never felt the same way he did for her, he would do anything to make her happy.”
“I’m surprised she didn’t like him,” Leia purred. She was placing a trail of kisses and bites on his neck, some of which Han would have to raise his collar a little in the morning - worth it though, “I would have fallen in love immediately.”
“Well here is where the story gets interesting,” Han said. His breath began to become sharper at the way Leia’s soft hands felt against his skin “on the night of the wedding the Smuggler’s bride found out an incredible secret. She was a warrior with a power the smuggler couldn’t understand. She was told she had a mission, to save the galaxy. The smuggler wasn’t sure if this was real, but nevertheless he remembered his vow and, and he followed her. He followed her to dangerous space stations, icy planets, disgusting swamps and even forest moons with trees that touched the sky.”
Leia’s hands were moving further down his torso as her lips now fluttered softly over his shoulder. As her small fingers traced a scar over stomach, Han swallowed. He loved this playful side of his wife, but she was making it difficult to speak.
“He would do anything for her,” Han rasped. Tightening his hands into fists wasn’t enough to distract himself from blood roaring in his ears, flowing like a river through every vein in his body, pooling to the point of arousal, he began to dig his nails into his palms. “Cheer her on, take her where she needed to be, hold her when she cried, make her laugh when she needed to smile and even lay his own life down for her. There was a time he let himself suffer the unimaginable at the hands of her evil father. And the more this man did for his beautiful, ever so beautiful bride, the more she fell in love with him, knowing that when it was her job to keep the world safe, there was someone there to keep her safe and take care of her.”
Han felt Leia move from his lap. He was heavily aware of the weight of her body that kept him secure was gone. But she wasn’t far. Leia slowly maneuvered to her knees in between his powerful thighs that shook in anticipation of what was to come. Han straightened up in the chair knowing full well what was about to happen.
“Did they get a happy ending?” Leia asked, not once breaking character as she now went to undo his pants.
“Yes,” Han said, closing his eyes. He felt the cool air of the room kiss his thighs sighing in relief as he felt his throbbing member break free from the restricting fabric. “They are still married, the sex is really good, so much so he knocked her up twi-.....OH STARS.”
Leia traced a perfect line all along his throbbing cock. The pleasureful shockwave sent his back pushing straight against the chair.
“You are supposed to hate this,” Leia tutted, “but you are already under my spell.”
“I..I don’t like this,” Han moaned, remembering he was still in character. “Please stop that.” No, keep going my darling.
“You want to live right…..then you will shut up….and let me have my wicked, wicked, way with you.”
Han gasped as Leia ran her fingers up and down his length. They moved in deliciously torturous slow motions like a predator taunting its prey before she went in for the kill. Han tightened his jaw as he shook his head from side to side, continuing playing his role as the helpless and unwilling captive.
However in another universe, another life, if Leia was an evil sith lord and Han was her prisoner he would love every minute of it and let her do every wicked thing she desired to do with him. He would still fall for her just as quickly as he did his beautiful Jedi Heroine.
He would let her do unspeakable things to him without a single complaint leaving his lips, if it made her happy.
“No, I don’t want this.” Yes I do, oh stars yes.
“And I am pretty sure the chink in your armor is not your lightsaber.”
Leia emphasized this by wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. She squeezed him firmly, reminding him who was in charge. Han let out a sob of pleasure as his eyes flew open. Leia was on her feet before him. Her dark eyes looked firmly into his.
Those beautiful dark eyes Han fell in love with years ago. Those beautiful dark eyes that were the first thing he saw in the morning. Those beautiful dark eyes that would gaze upon him again and again when she came to rescue him, that silent sign everything was going to be okay. And finally those beautiful dark eyes that always sent a warmth through his body every time she looked at him with such love and devotion.
The “helpless Jedi captive act” dropped quicker than a meteor falling to the planet’s surface. Han leaned forward and captured Leia’s lips with his own. Harder, more bruising than usual.
“You are supposed to be begging me to stop,” Leia murmured, she gave him another firm squeeze causing Han to growl against her lips.
“The poor, poor, condemned Jedi prisoner would,” Han whispered breathly, “but I’m not him, I’m the smuggler who fell in love with a beautiful Jedi Warrior.”
“It doesn’t seem that way, from my angle you ARE my prisoner.”
Han chuckled lowly and rested his nose against hers.
“That is true darling…but if I was your prisoner I would be a poor excuse for one, because Sith Queen or not I would enjoy every minute of it.”
“I would imagine I would get bored easily having a prisoner so willing in my trap.”
Han’s lips touched the shell of his wife’s ear.
“You’ll change your mind once I get my hands and lips on you.”
“I hate to say it…but you’re right.”
Leia’s hand that was firmly wrapped around him began to slowly move up and down his now firmly hard shaft. Han found himself sitting straight up against the chair, thanking the stars that it was tall enough for him to rest his head against because his neck would have strained from tilting his head back. His fingernails were digging into the skin of his palms so hard he was pretty sure he was beginning to bleed.
The slow torturous pumps of Leia’s hand was maddening. Han tried to get more of her touch by thrusting his hips towards her but she put her hand firmly on his thigh stilling him. Her tiny fingers stroked the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
He took a deep shuddering breath through his mouth. Her hands, her power, the way she looked firmly into his eyes telling him how much she enjoyed every minute of it.
“Leia, my darling, please,” He cried out.
“Hush” Leia cooed, “not so loud you don’t want to wake up the baby in the next room.”
Before Han could even make a quip about how there was no baby involved in the story, Leia’s fingers brushed against the sensitive underside of his member. He let out a pleasureful wail as he tilted his head back against the headrest slamming his eyes shut.
“I said Hush!” Leia tutted.
The next thing Han knew Leia picked up a discarded scarf from the floor, bundled it up in a ball and shoved it in his mouth. Usually he hated being gagged, when being used as a tool to lure Leia into his captors trap it added an intense feeling of helplessness. But as his teeth pushed down on the fabric he couldn’t have been more grateful to have something to bite down on as each intense wave of pleasure rushed through his body.
Leia’s grip around him became tighter and her hand began to move faster up and down his member. Han felt his hips thrust towards her hand silently begging for more. It was almost as if he was fucking her for real.
When Leia’s fingers brushed the top of his hardness this time, he felt as though he was unraveling in a good way. The pleasureful cry that left his throat was muffled but shrill. His brow furrowed. His back arched. His powerful thighs twitched. He was pretty sure his teeth were going to rip the fabric in his mouth from biting down so hard. He could feel through his closed eyes that his face was wet from sweat and tears of pleasure and frustration.
He had no feeling between his legs. Just 1000s of nerves firing up beneath such delicate but powerful hands. Those hands were the only thing keeping him from flying away. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold it in.
Darling please, He thought aloud hoping she could hear him through the force.
Leia planted a series of kisses on his chin, the lines of tears that stained his cheeks, up his jawline and finally they landed on the shell of his ear.
“Let go,” Leia whispered.
Han’s body tensed up one last time before releasing. All the tension in his body spilt out along with the climax. With one last moan that escaped from behind the cloth he collapsed into the chair. He felt weightless and loose as he took deep breaths to get his racing heart back into normal pace.
His body wanted to drift to sleep because of how exhausted that wonderful experience was. But as Leia’s delicate fingers brushed the side of his cheek and gently tugged the cloth out of his mouth, he knew he wasn’t finished yet.
“Well the good news is I decided to spare your life,” Leia whispered tracing the bow of his lips, “such a pretty body…I wouldn’t want it to go to waste. Besides it’s by time I have a handsome prize to play with.”
Han opened his eyes and stared at her through hooded slits.
“You are still on with that huh darling,” He hummed, “Fine, I guess this is the part where I reward you for sparing my life.”
“That is not part of the story.”
“It is now.”
Han gently took Leia’s fingers into his mouth. He suckled on them a little before swirling his tongue around them, giving his wife an incentive to deviate the story. Leia wretched her fingers away from his mouth and grabbed him by the collar of his tunic, forcing him to his feet. The fact she didn’t even bother to untie him caused his heart to race.
Shockingly Han managed to keep his balance as she pulled him to the edge of the bed, but almost fell over when Leia forced him to his knees onto the soft carpeted floor. He could almost feel himself swaying when Leia braced herself by sitting at the very edge of the bed.
“It better be a good reward,” Leia purred as she lifted her skirt.
Han licked his lips. He wanted to go straight in and devour her, he could almost taste her on his tongue. But not yet.
Han nuzzled his nose into her calf. He placed a small kiss, gentle as if it were a butterfly landing on a flower. A sharp breath left Leia’s nose. Han smiled….ahh he loved how her force heightened senses made everything so stimulating to her. He placed another kiss on the inside of her knee. This time a small squeak left Leia’s lips. Han tilted his head ever so slightly to get a glimpse.
His wife’s swollen belly slightly obstructed his view but he managed to see her fingers gently curled at her mouth. He didn’t need the force to know she was about to bite down on her fist to prevent her from yelling when Han really get to work. He chuckled lowly as lips touched her thigh.
He may have switched his role back to the playful and devoted husband, but somehow for a moment the Jedi Captive returned. He was resigned to his fate as his beautiful Sith Queen’s plaything. But he decided to perform one last act of defiance by having the upper hand before completely surrendering to her wills.
Han did this by placing a trial of kisses up Leia’s inner thigh. When he reached the top he would pause and move away, inching his head back down to her knee. He was going to deliciously torture her just for a few moments. His lips crawled up her thigh again, this time inching close to her sex, but moved away.
“Han, please,” Leia whispered.
Han chuckled against her skin, deepening his kisses, until he reached so close to the center of her desire, his nose practically brushed against her core. He paused again this time a little longer pretending to debate if he should go further, and then moved away one last time.
This time when he placed his trail of teasing kisses up his wife’s thigh he finally landed straight where she wanted him to be, his lips touching at the very center of her core. A moan left Leia’s lips which quickly died possibly by biting down on her fist. Her other hand slipped into his hair, her fingernails scratching on his scalp almost encouraging him.
Han warmed her up by planting small gentle kisses at the center of her desire. She was used to the feel of his lips on her. He found his head frequently there sometimes in the heat of passion, others on lazy mornings before their son woke up to start the day on a good note. But Leia’s senses tended to get overloaded very easily and was prone to over stimulation, so he always made sure to go slow and let Leia tell him when to add pressure.
When Leia pressed the back of his head ever so lightly towards her, Han’s lips pressed deeper. Sometimes they lingered to suckle lightly. Other times he lightly grazed over the velvety wet sensitive skin. But it was the moment he paused to take a deep breath and his tongue just gently and unintentionally brushed over her bud, that sent her over the edge.
Leia entrapped Han by wrapping her thighs around his shoulders and threading her fingers in his hair, effectively holding his head in place. Han grinned wickedly against her. It was the endgame for the Jedi Captive. He had nowhere to go, only to press his face deeper into the warm center that was his mistress and beloved Sith Queen….and he was enjoying every minute of it.
Doing exactly what she wanted, Han swirled his tongue everywhere he could reach: the walls, her entrance and mostly her bud. He reveled in the way she twitched and thrusted when gently bit down and took the bundle of nerves in his mouth. He was relentless, moving his tongue over the mound and sucked on the edges.
“Han,” Leia squeaked again and let out another scream that was stifled by her fist.
She was close now. Han knew by the way her legs shook against his shoulders and her fingers were laced in his hair so tightly he was sure she was about to rip some strands out. He nuzzled his cheek against her telling him it was okay to let go.
Leia completely stilled as her sweet juices spilled into his mouth. As every muscle in her body relaxed Han lapped away any bit of excess essence so he could savor a bit more taste of her before calling it a night.
As she caught her breath he nuzzled into her thigh, placing tiny kisses into her skin.
“I am going to clean myself up and get into something more comfortable,” Leia said as her fingers ran down the ridges of his spine. She gingerly undid the scarf that kept Han’s hands bound behind him. “Why don’t you get ready for bed as well.”
As Leia stood up Han gently placed his hands on her waist. He leaned forward, bestowing a few soft kisses on her swollen belly.
“Want me to help you darling?” He murmured.
Leia chuckled lowly and ran her fingers through his hair.
“I would love it, but knowing you Han Skywalker Solo you would somehow make it an erotic experience.” A small smile formed on Han’s lips….guilty. “and you wore me out enough for one night.”
“Alright I’ll meet you in bed.”
Admittedly it was a good thing he didn’t help her after all. Han felt himself swaying on his feet. He only had the energy to strip down into his boxers and plop into bed. He fought to keep his eyes open but he was exhausted. He was close to drifting to sleep when he heard the bed dip.
Han rolled over onto his side and saw his wife lying beside him. Leia was now down to a silk robe and only her undergarments so she could stay cool even when the pregnancy hormones ran rabid. The make up was gone and she was back to the normal natural beauty he saw daily, with her face glowing..
“So glad I got my beautiful Jedi Heroine back,” Han quipped.
Leia chuckled lowly and rested her head on his shoulder. Her fingers created small circles on the skin of his chest.
“Come on,” She said. “You have to admit it was fun to play pretend.”
Leia nuzzled her head into Han’s neck. Han sighed happily and rested his chin on the crown of her head. One of his hands traced the ridges of her spine, the other rubbed her belly with their growing daughter. He closed his eyes again savoring a life he didn’t have to escape in his dreams to be happy.
“Yeah I did,” Han whispered, “but I like what I got here much better.”