Chapter 5: A New Journey

The next day, Borsk Fey’yla sat at his desk. The senate had met and convened that day. Leia herself was smiling at the Bothan senator alongside Del Veniz. The young man sheepishly looked away from him, indeed he looked almost defeated standing beside the proud woman. He was at least a foot taller than her, but he looked so much smaller at her side. He was not slumping or anything, indeed his expression was neutral. It was the slightest of changes, to the outside observer nothing was amiss. But Fey’yla could read it perfectly.

His intuition turned out to be correct. When it came time for Leia to speak, she was more rousing than she had ever been in the past. She was never one to shy away from the trappings of her pampered upbringing, but today she had her hair up in her Alderaani buns and was wearing fine robes as was her wont to do so, yet the modest white gown she wore emblematic of her royal status of Alderaan was joined by a crimson robe, something that would very much be seen on Naboo as her late mother once wore. She radiated class and exuberance and Fey’yla felt very much the supplicant himself at that time. In what he saw as an act of pity, she did not speak of any political rivals, of any grievances she had in the senate, indeed the things she spoke of were very vague.

That was how the public liked it. Talk of peace, of stability and order. There were things she alluded to, matters that could be connected to her opposition. But the way she phrased it, if anyone dared speak against her, then they would look like the opposition. She looked like she was attempting to bring unity, not sow division. So it was that when she was finished, everyone gave her a round of applause.

After that speech, the senate spoke on more trifling matters. Things that would not disrupt the peace brought about by Leia’s impassioned stance, things that did not challenge her hegemony. Fey’yla stared long and hard at Del Veniz. Letting Leia do as she want had been the idea that he proposed. Sitting by and watching, acting in a manner most people would never associate with him had been part of that price. He had accepted that.

By the time the meeting had finished, the sky was darkening to that dusky orange before the darkness set in. Everyone left and made their way through the streets of Coruscant which were always thickly populated but especially during the day’s closing. Such as it was that Del Veniz was able to make his way incognito to Fey’yla’s abode with nobody any the wiser.

As he had bade his young protege, he reported to him everything that he discussed with Leia, yesterday and today since meeting with her. The Bothan saw value and merit to his mole’s plan. Whatever clout he had in the current political arena, he could not compare to the rising star of the last surviving princess of Alderaan. If he was going to play this game, he had to be smart about it.

And yet as his spy was talking, every word began to seem like a blur. Fey’yla realized he was zoning out, no longer paying attention to a single word that the young man from Alderaan was saying to him. Instead he was lost in his own thoughts.

He had no direct way of knowing it and yet he knew that Del Veniz had betrayed him. Someway, somehow. He was part of the Bothan Spynet back in the days of the empire and the politics of the New Republic only ever afforded those who never rested. It had become a gut instinct of his. It had saved his life many times both when it came to the chopping block in the dark days of the Galactic Empire and in his professional life too. He would not disregard it now.

When he was finished talking, Fey’yla smiled. It was not genuine, smiles very rarely were in politics, and yet to the average observer it could be mistaken for pleasant. A smile from this Bothan in particular was even more of a thing to watch out for. Indeed, it was more menacing than his scowl. And yet Del Veniz showed no alarm at that.

“Thank you for the report,” Fey’yla said, standing up. “You are dismissed.” Normally there was an edge to his words in all circumstances and yet in that moment he seemed almost genial. Anyone who knew this man would know that something was up.

But Del Veniz stood up too and bowed and took his leave with no alarm. He immediately made for Leia’s apartment, there was nothing else on his mind. Del Veniz reported back to Leia. He knocked on the door. “Do come in,” she said. The tone of her voice was so sultry and he felt a rising hardness in his pants. After yesterday, he was thinking of all sorts of things she might have cooked up for him.

She was still wearing the garb she wore in the senate. She walked to the finest couch she had, pink and gold, and sat on her knees upon it with her back facing him. Her hair was not done up in side buns but instead as a braided crown atop her head. Not looking back, she beckoned him forth with a finger and he obeyed.

She didn’t look back at him. The curtains were set across the windows, casting the room in a low shade. She said, “Tell me everything that happened.” He did. When he was finished, she said, “Good. I have prepared for you a most fitting reward.”

He watched as she slowly disrobed. Her Naboo styled robes and traditional white gown from Alderaan fell, revealing her lovely naked shoulders and back. She was dropping them like she was a model, he almost tripped on his own feet when he saw her lovely arms leave her sleeves and he saw the small of her back bared before his eyes. He could only saw longingly when he witnessed her naked ass come into view and then he saw her drop her robes down to her ankles. She was totally naked before him.

Even the last time, she hadn’t dared expose herself in such a way to his eyes. She undid her braids next, and as she did, her finely combed and washed tresses fell down her back. They became more wavy and flowing as they neared her petite and cute little bottom. He was speechless.

She patted the small table next to her. There was a transparent colorless bottle on it, it seemed to almost twist as it went up. It was very well made, ornate, and even living amidst the various peoples and cultures on Coruscant that it was undeniably of Alderaani origin. It was not made on their homeworld, but Leia herself had commissioned an artisan to fashion it to appeal to this boy’s sensibilities of their shared and lost culture. There was a clear fluid inside of it, he imagined it was something as fine as l’lahsh for them to celebrate together.

She was naked. His mind was running with the possibilities of what might happen. But even with her baring herself so openly to him, he was still nervous. He knew of her power. He never felt so excited and terrified before in his entire life.

Leia turned her face to the side. She didn’t look directly at him but he could still feel her gaze. She looked more beautiful to his eyes now than she ever had in the past, her makeup wasn’t done so that she looked like she was going to the ball, nor did she look like some skank on the streets looking to make a few credits, instead it was scarcely done. Enough to make people turn heads but not so much as to be evident that she even wearing any either.

Finally she spoke. “Are you going to take your reward?” Her voice was so sweet and innocent sounding, it disarmed him totally. She smiled ever so slightly, it was one of those grins that beautiful women did to make a point without raising their voices, and then she batted her eyes at him.

“Uh yes, Princess Leia!” he said. Fearing to arouse her disapproval, he moved to the table and picked it up. He looked at it.

Indeed it was a thing of the Alderaani royal houses. But as proud and highborn as Leia was, he couldn’t begin to imagine that she had an entire storehouse of goods from her palace before their home planet was destroyed. Not after her true allegiances were revealed, and not after she was forced to live in hiding across rebel bases.

He looked it over in his hands. He could tell the liquid inside was thick. Probably some kind of massage oil. He popped open the cork and his nostrils were filled with a sweet fragrance. He didn’t know why but he felt some hint of nostalgia.

“It’s not to drink,” she said. Her face was still turned to the side and she was looking at him as one might look at a dog curious at being given a treat.

“Oh, okay,” he said.

“It’s massage oil,” she said, almost like she was speaking to a small child. He had the hint that she was mocking him, like he was about to drink it. “Now about you pay heed to the beautiful woman before you, hmm?”

“Right...”

It was not the first time he had done this sort of thing with Leia. Both times she had held the advantage over him in one way or another. Now that she was totally naked before him, showing submissiveness, it didn’t make him any less leery of her.

But it didn’t make him crave her any less either. He poured a small dab of the oil onto his hands. It was so thick and smooth. The heat in his pants made him look at her again. Her soft slender back, her hair done up so nicely and her ass and legs bared before him. He would not refuse this invitation.

The instant he touched her back, he was amazed at how soft her skin was. Nothing at all what would expect of the legendary Leia who fought in the Rebel Alliance, and not the she-devil that had tamed him twice over. Nor could he see her as the controversial senator fighting for her political reputation. All he could see was a mistress beckoning him, and he would not deny the call of his goddess.

She turned her head back away from him so that her whole back was facing him once more. He moved his hands further on her backside, up to her shoulders, down to the small of her back, and then back up again. Her skin oiled up in those shadows was so beautiful to his eyes but more than that, it was the sensation.

He could feel her muscles underneath tensing up as he continued massaging her. Her shoulderblades relaxed under the weight of his large hands. He wanted to embrace his desires, to go farther, but he dared not overstep his limits. Even now he feared she could make the jump on him in an instant if he did something she didn’t like.

But as his fingers traced the line of her hips where it rounded down to her juicy ass, she moaned. Deliberate and lustful, it was so low but the impact on his psyche was like any shrill scream. That was the sign he needed. He shamelessly grabbed her derriere, fondling the soft tissue. Even with how feminine Leia was, he could still feel the roughness under her skin when he caressed her back. Yet there was none of that here, the princess really did have a royal bubble butt. After she sat on him, he didn’t have too much time time to take that in, he had a feast to eat while she worked his dick with her feet. Now he could savor it to his heart’s content.

He got a little more daring. As he was feeling up her ass, he moved his fingers into her cleft. He stopped at first, thinking he was going in over his head. But when Leia looked back at him with a face like a woman waiting for her lover, all she could say was, “Please ... be gentle...”

It tore apart the last of his restraint. He moved her pliant cheeks apart like he was fondling a fine pair of tits and fondled the delicious anal region underneath. His fingers weren’t in her asshole, but he couldn’t believe how soft and warm she was under her ass. She really was the woman of his dreams.

Her back still turned to him, Leia smiled. With all that pent up energy built up from her tormenting him for two days straight, she figured she’d give him the outlet he needed to unleash it. Let her play the helpless waif. It would make him happy to serve her, to do his duty. If he thought that he had power over her in this one area, that would be enough for him. He would dare not upset the balance with her. Not after she had put him in his place several times before.

His aggressive touches were submissive in that way. So fierce as he shamelessly groped all over her, they were still only the caresses of a boy not taking what he wanted but was allowed to. Even with her being naked, even with him grabbing her harder than he ever had before, going a little further by trying to be slick and moving his hands up her hips again and grabbing hard onto her teats, but still only violating her outer body with his hands. He didn’t realize it, but she had burned her loyalty into his soul.

But he was every bit what she needed right now. He led an uneventful life, if he had ever been in the Rebel Alliance he would have been warming a chair, making plans and concocting ideas. Not the kind of guy she would have fallen for. Even Luke when she still felt for him in that way before she learned of their shared lineage, even someone like him in his most serene Jedi meditations was still a warrior.

Her body didn’t care about any of that right now. She knew what she wanted and she was getting exactly what she needed. His paws had totally seized her breasts, he had big hands but a woman like Leia had a modestly endowed bust so it was easy for him to touch her like that anyway. He showed her no mercy too, almost violently mauling her titties, and her hard nipples were on fire as he violated them with his palms. But his hands were so slick and smooth with the oil that it felt better than she could have ever imagined.

For all of her baiting him and taking control of this situation, she couldn’t keep her voice in anymore as he vigorously molested her. While he was assaulting her tits, he moved one of his hands down to her slit. Leia suddenly felt out of her depth when one of his big fingers went inside. They were both surprised at how damp that action made her, and with his digits already so lubed up, he very easily moved it in and out.

Even Leia was getting surprised now. She had to stand up on her knees to make it easier for her to handle him. He took that as a sign of compliance and moved his face in deeper, taking in the scent of her hair. He kissed all over her neck, slurping on it, while he continued his vicious touches. Leia winced, he was pinching her nipple that even with the oil on his hands it was almost painful and he was digging his fingers deeper and deeper into her cunt.

She hissed through her teeth when she came. Del was so surprised too that he stopped mauling her as he had been doing. He was still hard, had a mind to put something else inside of Leia instead of his fingers. But as he looked down on her and under his power, shaking, he wondered if he had overstepped his bounds.

He hadn’t. She hooked an arm around his neck and turned her face and cruelly kissed him. She moaned deeply as she did so, and he froze up. When she pulled away, she looked deeply into his eyes.

“That the best you got little boy?”

She grabbed his dick. Not roughly, gently, moving her palms up and down the shaft, while she probed the head with her thumb. She gazed deeply into his eyes and moved her lips very slowly down to his member. Opening her mouth, it looked like she was going to take him inside her, and time seemed to go so slowly for him as he anticipated feeling his dick inside her warm and wet mouth for the first time. But not breaking eye contact with him, she only moaned a single gust of hot breath onto his sensitive flesh.

He thought to say something, to beg her to go further. But that thought of hesitation changed to something else. He lunged at her, grabbing her forearm and dragging her to the washroom. He almost threw her aside and then he turned on the shower.

He barely had time to recognize it when she pushed him in there. He smiled, and she was running in there and slammed the glass door behind them. The water cascaded their bodies as their hands were all over each other, tasting each other, and then Leia was being slammed face first up against the door. Her tits smashed across the glass surface as he pounded her. But she was only smiling in deep pleasure.
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When Del Veniz shut the door behind him after their little meeting, Fey’yla was seething. He had a mind to smash all the furniture in his office and scream in rage. Indeed he felt as if all the other senators, the rest of Coruscant for that matter, had bore witness to that little exchange between him and his so-called spy. As if the whole galaxy was watching him, eager to see his next move.

He knew Leia had her eyes on him too. Through Del Veniz, she was watching him. His plan had backfired. He almost did smash his desk in that moment.

To his credit, he could not imagine what the princess was doing now. That night as Leia and her apprentice were still going at it, by now she was sucking him off after he first blew his load with her in the shower. Under the raining water, she looked up at him, a curious look in her eyes as he was standing up against the wall. He was shaking from the force of her fellatio. There was plenty of stamina in him yet and she intended to have him drained well by the morning.

In the back of his mind, Fey’yla himself considered such a possibility. For all his careful planning, this floozy of a woman was to be his undoing. He came that close to flying into a rage. And yet he contained himself. If that was how the game was going to be played, then so be it. Leia might have blinded him through his mole, keeping him from seeing anything. But he had eyes and ears everywhere. He would find a way. For the princess to turn his own mole on him, that only meant that she was afraid. That she was hiding something. He would not wait for some ill-advised plan on letting the princess expose herself when she least expected it while he was forced to wait and slink in the shadows. He would take action himself.

He summoned another associate to his office. Not his treacherous spy one Del Veniz from Alderaan, Fey’yla had enough of him and enough of that planet long destroyed. Instead he was now graced with the company of a prominent Twi’lek spy. Was and still is part of the Bothan Spynet whose prominence helped the Rebel Alliance topple the Galactic Empire. They were mainly made up of Bothans but anyone of any species could fit into their ranks. And Twi’leks were common enough all over the galaxy that this one could fit in any situation, anywhere. He was a legend in the underworld. But in the rungs of ordinary life, he was a nobody. He was perfect.

“Thanks for taking the time to meet,” the ochre skinned Twi’lek said in heavily accented Basic.

Fey’yla regarded him. “I need you to get the transponder frequencies of Leia Organa’s personal shuttle and bring them to me.”

The spy hitched up. “Big job. Big lady. You be paying well in credits?”

Fey’yla didn’t like to hear that. Someone like this already required an entrance fee just to meet with him. Something he had gladly paid. Now he was starting to think that with this attitude, it was a wonder the spy had survived for as long as he did in his line of work.

And then another thought hit Fey’yla, that the only reason he had charged the entrance fee was that because he was being hired by a politician. Talking like that to any of the old gangsters from Black Sun long lost to the wayside as well as the many Hutt clan leaders still enjoying their illicit thrones of power would have earned him a death sentence on the spot. He was a politician and that meant he had to be extra careful in covering his tracks. Someone like him would have plenty of credits to spare.