lurkerwithout | Because I hate, Star Wars erotic fan fiction

Having destroyed the Death Star, the leadership of the Rebel Alliance flees Yavin 4. Though its super weapon has been defeated, the Empire’s fleet of warships will soon arrive.

Aboard the freighter “Ne’etum” Princess Leia Organa strides down the passageway in the crew quarters. Reaching a specific door she stops, her hand halting just over the call button. Then she closes her eyes and nods briefly before pressing the call the button.

“Yes, who is it?” a voice asks from inside.

“Its me. Leia, “ the princess replies, “I’m sorry to wake you but can I have a moment of your time?”

The door slides open revealing young Luke Skywalker wearing a thin sleeping robe, leaning against the doorway. The once naïve farm boy looks harried. Dark, puffy bags underline his piercing blue eyes and his unruly mop of blonde hair is caked and matted with sweat.

“Of course Princess, “ the heroic pilot says, “I haven’t been sleeping much lately anyways.”

Leia smiles at Luke as she enters, lightly touching his shoulder. Looking around the small quarters she sees that the only place to sit is on the rumpled bed. Motioning for Luke to join her, she perches on the edge of the bed.

“That’s what I hoped to talk to you about, “ Leia says, “we’ve all noticed you haven’t looked well since the Death Star battle. Perhaps its something you can talk to me about?”

Luke gazes at the young diplomat and Rebel leader. Perhaps if any of his friends could understand it would be her. Better than most she would comprehend his feelings of loneliness and loss.

“I’ve been having nightmares. About death. My Aunt and Uncle. Ben. Biggs and all the others. Nearly everyone I’ve known seems to die. And even worse, in the dreams you and Han and the others are killed and I can’t stop it. Or worse I’m on board the Death Star, one of the thousands of soldiers stationed there. And it begins to explode all around me.”

As Luke confesses his nightmares, he begins to tear up and turns away from Leia.

“I know that Ben would say fear and despair are of the Dark Side, but that’s all I seem to be able to feel right now,” Luke chokes out.

Leia turns Luke’s face back to hers and looks into his grief stricken eyes. She takes her friend’s hand in her own.

“I understand Luke, “ she says, “since the destruction of Alderaan, I sometimes can’t help but feel like there’s nothing but death for any of us. But we have to look for those brief moments of happiness and joy and hold onto them. To stay strong for all those who need us.”

Thinking of her home and family, extinguished forever by the cruel whim of Grand Moff Tarkin, Leia suddenly begins to cry as well. Her body shudders as her grief suddenly assaults her again. Seeing her in pain Luke pulls her to him, embracing her. Despite the fact that she came to help him, he tries to comfort her. The would-be Jedi holds Leia close and strokes her back, whispering soothingly to her.

Leia looks up into Luke’s eyes and sees his concern. And his pain reflects back at her like a mirror to Leia's own sorrow. She reaches up and lightly caresses his face. The pair stares at each in mutual need. Urgently they come together, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

The pair falls back onto Luke’s bed, clutching at each other, hungry to dispel their feelings of loss, if just for one night. Luke lies beneath Leia and she uses her position to pull open his robe, revealing his slim but hard body. She runs her hands up his chest, pausing to bend forward and take his nipple into her mouth, lightly biting down.

At the same time Luke moves his hands over Leia, exploring her body. He quickly helps her shed her clothing and her looks down in wonder at her alabaster body. Reverently he reaches out and caresses her breasts, before lowering himself down in another kiss. So they lie together, skin to skin. The two explore each other with tongues and fingers, slowly at first but quickly speeding up in urgency.

In the morning the two would go back to the world of the rebellion. But tonight was for them. Softly moaning, under Luke’s ministrations Leia spreads herself and guides his hands down to the cleft of her legs. Feeling her moistness under his fingers he deftly begins to caress and fondle her clit. At the same time he slowly maneuvers her back beneath him. As the tempo of Leia’s moans increases, Luke brings his mouth down to suck on her perfect, creamy white breasts. First one and then the other.

Leia arches her back as Luke’s skilled hands mouth brings her to climax. Mashing her lips to his, she helps him slowly rise back up on his knees. And then she goes down on all fours before him. Smiling up at Luke she takes hold of his now rampant member and strokes it briefly. Luke shudders in pleasures and then gasps as Leia takes him into her mouth and begins to deep throat him.

Under the Princess’ expert attention Luke finds himself barely able to hold back. Pulling himself out of Leia’s mouth he lowers her back onto the bed and spreads her legs apart again. As she does Luke quickly enters her, bringing on shivers of pleasure to them both. As Leia wraps her legs around his waist, Luke thrusts into her. Slowly to start and then rapidly increasing in speed. Gritting his teeth, Luke focuses his will on holding out. Beneath him Leia’s breath quickens as she approaches a second climax. She thrusts her hips back at Luke as the two build a steady rhythm between them.

Leia grabs hold of Luke, scratching his back with her nails as another orgasm rocks her body. As she falls back onto the bed she feels Luke finally release himself inside her. In exhaustion the pair hold one other as they drift off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep together…