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Star Wars-Princess Leia/Xizor
Erotica Sex Story: Star Wars-Princess Leia/Xizor - A collection of short one-shots that may or may not become full stories down the road. Enjoy!
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Star Wars-Princess Leia/Xizor
Leia looked at herself in the mirror.
She looked as beautiful as ever. Her long hair had been styled into a bun around the back of her head and was joined by several braids around the bun and the side of her head. Several long bangs hung from the side of her face, and her lips were coated in a soft and supple pink. No, if anything she knew she looked absolutely gorgeous now. Always jealous on some level of the ditzy Holonet models, right now she knew she could put them all to shame.
But she knew that if she was going to play this role, she knew that she would have to appeal to his appetites. Her wedding dress was more fit for a courtesan. His choice, the cross top around her neck did not extend down to cover her breasts like most did, but was instead hooked to another small transparent white top tied around her back that barely covered her breasts. The center of the top was split open to give even more of an eyeful of her chest, it was only connected by a single golden ring. From that golden ring, two straps of the same high class white material were bound around her hips and tied to a short white skirt that she felt clinging intimately to her rear. Closing up with a series of rimmed silver boots that were tipped with stiletto heels.
That was the least demeaning part of this situation.
Everything in her raged at this arrangement. Leia knew what he really wanted from her, whether he would truly honor his part of the bargain. But she remembered Vader’s voice booming in her mind tempting her with power in his new empire. The same monster that nearly turned Luke to the dark side in his training, was ready to make her succumb just as well as his second prize to use against the Emperor. She nearly had given in.
It was only thanks to her recognizing the true target before that she was able to resist. She remembered the first time she met Emperor Palpatine as a young senator in the empire at the age of eighteen that she had a list of demands ready on how to better improve the empire. Only to be rendered silent by the sheer aura of darkness around him, something she couldn’t explain at the time. With that ghastly appearance of his, it was like she was looking at some phantasm ready to take her to the beyond.
Meeting him as a Jedi, she was not so taken aback. A Jedi who had been controlled unawares by a chemical attractant she couldn’t begin to understand at the time her attraction to the Falleen prince How she had been made against her will to betray the smuggler who she loved and who loved her back and was only able to resist that man when she finally had the realization of what he was doing to her. Training under Master Yoda had not been enough to stifle his power over her, to make her flesh run riot with desire for him again and again. But even so, she was now a Jedi who understood the force. And after what she had been through, from the destruction of Alderaan to having her body betray her to learning who she truly was, she would not fear this Sith.
With all of her power, Palpatine was banished to the edges of chaos, forever just another wild wraith instead of the devil he wanted to be. Luke was saved from becoming another part of the dark side’s line of destruction. But though the second Death Star was space dust and the imperial armada suffered a devastating defeat, the empire still lived. The reigning moffs on so many worlds would not surrender willingly. And more than anything, the symbol of Vader now sitting on the throne kept the empire’s spirit alive.
But...
Looking at herself in this shameful outfit, she realized there was still time to back out. That perhaps she was making a mistake. Never did she see her wedding like this. She remembered Luke, the boy she once loved who turned out to be her brother. And Han, the smuggler who she did love in the end no matter how much of her unwilling betrayal had nearly sundered that bond. As far as they both knew, she was dead.
She remembered how Han had looked at her before she went to save Luke, begging, pleading with her not to go.
“Princess Leia.”
She looked, it was a butler droid. Big and dumb and imposing looking, it still lacked the ferocity in the war droids she knew about. These types weren’t nearly as in fashion as they used to be. Just another product of his privilege. It was looking at her with it’s small and dull eyes.
“The prince is ready for you.”
She looked back at the mirror. What she said next would determine everything. Closing her eyes, she remembered all of her friends who by now thought she was dead. This couldn’t be the way.
And then she remembered Vader’s voice, tempting her to serve as his apprentice in the dark side. To rule the galaxy together. Palpatine’s enforcer that now ruled the new empire as a dark legend to feed their wicked hopes. In the wake of Sidious’ death, under his rule the imperial forces instantly begun to fight back against the alliance and their new republic. The emperor dead at her hands was sly and craven in his misdeeds, sneakily moving around you until his shadow loomed over you like a monster from a story meant for children, with nowhere to escape his clutches. Her father on Alderaan was a true man and a loving husband, someone who would always seek what’s best for her and the rest of the galaxy. As the preeminent Dark Lord of the Sith and the new emperor, her real father was anything but, no frail old man content to rule from his throne but a raging demon who would wreak havoc as he saw fit.
Leia had tasted the dark side before. Here on Xizor’s skyhook she remembered Vader’s psychic voice reaching out to her and tempting her with more of it’s power. Having used up near all of her strength to vanquish the emperor, she almost did take up his offer. To reclaim the power that slew the emperor, to snatch Xizor’s throat and rip it out. If not that she knew that this monster was her father, that he was there when Alderaan was destroyed.
If she hadn’t seen Luke missing one of his hands.
Leia would not let the new republic to be die stillborn. If she had to enlist Black Sun’s help then so be it. If she had to do that again, so be it.
Leia tried to summon the force again. She could barely lift up one of the finely crafted urns in the room. Sighing, she resigned herself to her fate. The only reason she would do this would be for the republic.
Do you really think he will honor his bargain? He used you for his amusement and he only intends to use you again! He is a criminal kingpin only thinking of his own power ready to move to the galactic stage! He...
“Tell him I will be ready shortly.”
The butler droid bowed and then left her.
Leia left the room to enter the main hall. It had been decorated much like a proper wedding reception, flowers adorning the walls. Through the windows she could see the many stars dotting the black cosmos, the worlds nearby. The pews were filled up with his closest and most trusted criminal allies, a stark reminder that this was not a proper wedding, it was a power deal. And the man waiting for her at the end held no place in her heart.
Even as her body lit up against her will. Prince Xizor was smiling smugly seeing her come into view, dressed up finely as he was wont to do so, long black robes fit over white, something only for the most opulent of grooms. Very proper for a wedding, nothing like what she was wearing. Seeing her in his personal handpicked dress, something from the highest brand name designer, something both made to look beautiful as well as to catch eyes and appeal to every man’s desires. But for the woman he had such fun with as he visited rebel bases with her friends unawares each time, the destroyer of the emperor, she was very important to him in that way. He would make this wedding very special.