Leia's Royal Performance: Chapter 12 - Lish'thors's Embrace

As hard as she tried, Leia found it difficult to drift off to sleep, left wide awake as she replayed the events of the evening in her mind over and over again, drowning out the sound of the humming of the swirling blue void surrounding the ship.

It was the first time she had truly been in such an intimate situation with another woman, especially one as exotic as Lish'thors. Of course, she had spent a decent amount of time surrounded by scantily clad beauties since the start of her travels to The Den, occasionally finding her eyes gazing appreciatively at them both in the changing room and from afar during their on-stage performances. It was impossible for her to not develop an appreciation in some capacity for the female form in that time, though never as much as the braying crowds displayed.

But that fascination had never gone beyond a desire to simply take in the sight of a mesmerising display of ability and feminine grace. Yet, there was something about Lish'thors that compelled her to break that boundary, wanting nothing more than to open herself up to the Chiss's expert touch. She possessed a quiet confidence that drew Leia towards her, a sensuality that could leave anyone who encountered her craving her attention, hopeful to catch the attention of her piercing red eyes.

It gave Leia a small insight into the power Tegikk wielded, quite literally able to acquire anything he desired, even a member of the untouchable Chiss Ascendancy. The Hutts were renowned for their gluttony, never content with anything that didn't resemble the luxury they believed they were entitled to. Jabba and the Desilijic clan had almost full ownership over Tatooine and its trade routes, reaping the benefits that came with allowing the likes of the Pykes to operate a direct spice line through the sandy dunes.

Just like his father, Jabba had fought for his place in the Outer Rim, reaching a point where he was able to sit back and let his forces do his bidding, allowing him to live out his every carnal desire. Between meeting with associates and warlords looking to offer him tribute in exchange for protection from his enforcers, Jabba sought out and cultivated a harem that made him the envy of men across the galaxy. The Boonta Eve Classic became Jabba's means of broadcasting his extravagance to the galaxy, presenting his latest 'favourite' for all to witness, forever bound to Jabba alone.

However, even with their brief encounters, Leia knew that Tegikk was one of the more worldly members of his species, taking a proactive interest in his ventures rather than leaving it to his subordinates alone. Despite having only encountered him in person within The Den, Leia was aware that his visits were just one of the many stops he would make during his journeys away from Nar Shadaa, with the Hutt being as keenly focused on the intake of revenue across his various businesses as he was when watching the club's girls on stage.

She theorized that Tegikk had some intention towards her beyond a mere promotional tour of his,personal club on Nar Shadaa, a fact that was all but confirmed by the azure skinned beauty he had sent to collect Leia. As appalled as she was by the thought of becoming the property of a Hutt, she couldn't claim to be entirely innocent in fomenting the idea such a reality, thanks to he flirtatious behaviour with him, along with her interest in learning about Hutt culture beyond the stereotypes that surrounded them. The more free thinking side of her didn't blame the Hutt for his interest, well aware that the addition of a member of the Core's aristocracy would serve to boost his profile far beyond that of his rivals.

Leia also had to admit that she possessed a glimmer of intrigue in the fantasy of becoming a Hutt's concubine, particularly Tegikk's. She had more wealth than most sentients could even fathom, living in a life of splendour and luxury only a select few across the Core could understand. Her every need and want could be satisfied within a moment's notice, an endless parade of advisors and confidants ensured that she was prepared for every meeting and encounter with her planet's trade partners and close allies. The life of a royal meant that Leia could want for, providing her with a life that exceeded comfort.

Yet, a cynical part of her believed she was as much of a slave to the throne of Alderaan as Lish'thors was to Tegikk's. Leia had the adoration of her people, renowned for her beauty, grace, and effortless poise. The frequent parades through the resplendent city streets during her family's trips back to the Mountain Palace never failed to draw the masses, all hoping to catch even the briefest glimpse of the girl who would one day take her place on the throne. But in addition to having their undying adoration, Leia would also possess the responsibility of her people's collective wellbeing, charging her with always putting the needs of the people of Alderaan above her own.

It was a duty she had officially accepted on her Day of Demand, one she would gladly burden herself with when the day of her coronation arrived in the hopefully distant future. Leia was the very definition of loyalty, both to her parents and to Alderaan, prepared to take up the mantle of responsibility upon its arrival. But in an age of darkness, one enveloped by the shadow of the Empire, the expectations of her role weren't quite as clear cut as it had been for her predecessors. Deceit had become a plague, spreading across the territories that fell under Imperial rule, with ruling planetary bodies preferring to court favour with the Empire, neglecting centuries old allies to instead engage in a display of sycophantic behaviour in an attempt to have a seat at the ever shrinking table.

The rebellion was spreading, despite the ISB's best efforts to stamp out the flames that rose on a daily basis. Long gone were the days where the Imperial Navy could be sent to deal a swift end to dissident activity on suspected worlds, glassing the surface to ensure that those taking part met a violent end, with rumours of planets such as Geonosis becoming hostile wastelands, cut off from the old hyperspace lanes. Unlike the early days of the rebellion, the Alliance had ensured that it was an entirely stateless entity, always on the move when their hideouts had become compromised, frequently adding to its rapidly expanding fleet.

Leia was intelligent enough to know that the day would arrive where all-out war would erupt, bringing the galaxy back to a period of destruction it hadn't witnessed since the end of the Clone Wars. On that day, sides would need to be chosen, and the reveal of Alderaan's links to the Alliance would necessitate difficult decisions in the coming years, requiring a level of planetary safeguarding not seen since the adoration days of the Sith Empire's reconstitution.

The Princess had already played a part in the protection of the Alliance, providing them with a trio of Hammerhead corvettes following the skirmish that had taken place on Garel. But her infiltration of The Spacer's Den had been her first attempt at espionage, allowing her to uncover Admiral Maklin's attempt to decimate a vital segment of the Alliance's network. However, Leia couldn't lie about her reasoning to the strip club once her self-assigned mission had been completed. There was nothing more to gain in terms of intel, Maklin had been reassigned to carrying out shakedown runs in the Corellian system following his failure to deal a significant blow to the rebellion.

As selfish as it sounded, Leia felt a certain amount of envy for Lish'thors. She answered to a higher authority, never having to concern herself with the gritty details of the consortium. The Chiss was a trophy, a living embodiment of the wealth Tegikk and his clan had accumulated over the centuries, travelling from planet to planet without concern for the lines that were being drawn. The Hutt's wielded an unmatched level of influence within the Outer Rim, preventing the Empire from forcing their will upon them without fear of significant retribution. Regardless of the outcome of the coming war, the Hutt's and their ventures would arrive at the other side mostly unscathed.

It was a strange interpretation of the slave girl's life, to see it as much of a freedom from responsibility as it was the end of her autonomy as a sentient. She knew how much of a valuable prize she would be, giving her a disturbing thrill at the thought of wearing a Hutt's permanent collar instead of the marital ring of one of her many would be suitors. Leia had undeniably become more comfortable wearing the skimpy outfits The Den had supplied her with, far more than she had ever felt when her body was adorned with the finery and regalia that came with her station.

As contemplation turned to fantasizing once again,Leia's fingers again drifted towards her soaking wet womanhood, working their way back through her slit. She envisioned herself in Lish'thors place, a woman desired by all, but owned by one alone. She would act as his consort, negotiating contracts in his stead, using her vast political knowledge to her master's advantage, slicing through the red tape to ensure the best achievable outcome. Leia wondered whether she would rewarded for her service, or if she serving her master would be reward enough.

Her knowledge of Hutt mating habits was limited at best, only adding to the exotic nature of the rotund creatures. If rumours about their ability to fertilize females of other species was to be believed, Leia debated with herself over the appearance of their sexual organs, unable to choose between the widely believed notion that their tails doubled as their manhood, or whether it was concealed within their bodies until they engaged in intercourse. Regardless, Leia couldn't help let her fingers plunge deeper as she imagined herself returning to his embrace, surrendering to his touch willingly. In such a reality, Princess Leia Organa would cease to exist, replaced by Tegikk's obedient 'Leia-Sul'.

Leia's eyes opened wide, caused by the adrenaline flowing through her veins. It might have just been a fantasy, but the feelings she experienced in that moment were incredibly real, sending her heart racing as fast as it could. Temptation overpowered the normally wilful Leia, forcing her eyes to look towards her closed door. Biting her lip, Leia made her decision and threw her cumbersome duvet off, dropping her feet onto the carpeted floor. She opened her case and withdrew the silk dressing gown she had packed with her belongings, wrapping it around her body as she walked across the darkened room.

Opening her door, Leia took a quick glance from side to side, scanning the guest area for any signs of the crew or droid servants. Confident that the room was vacant of life, Leia stepped out and padded across to the door opposite, unable to control her excitement as she tapped a finger against the bell, sincerely hoping she wasn't making a terrible mistake. But the time to change her mind vanished when the light on the panel turned a bright green, letting the door slowly retract into its housing.

Leia took her first glimpse at Lish'thors's room, not surprised to find it to be just as opulent as the rest of the room, suiting the personal tastes of its Hutt owner. But Leia only had eyes for the breathtakingly Chiss, elegantly sprawled across the massive bed, wearing a black Lashaa silk chemise. Just the sight of her alone made Leia weak at the knees, wanting nothing more than to lose herself to her.

"I've been waiting for you. I had a feeling that you would come," Lish'thors purred, skimming her nails across the surface of the bedsheet invitingly, beckoning Leia with her enthralling blood red eyes. "Darling, would you like me to help you experience a pleasure beyond ordinary comprehension?"

"I would," Leia whispered, stepping over to the bed, climbing on to meet the Chiss at the very center of it.

"I must admit, you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever had the fortune to encounter, Regalia. Ever since I had the fortune of seeing you at The Spacer's Den, I hoped I could have the chance at intimacy with you," Lish'thors brushed her hands across Leia's legs, leading up to the flaps of the nightgown, helping to ease the garment away from Leia's body. She licked her lips at the sight of Lisa's nude form. "Incredible."

"I have to say the same," Leia gasped as Lish'thors's chemise was pulled from her body, leaving her meticulously maintained azure body entirely bare, with the exception of her forever-present collar. "You look... flawless."

"You have my master to thank for that," Lish'thors smiled, running her fingers along Leia's stomach, cupping them beneath her breasts, earning an immediate moan from the human, "he won't accept anything less than perfection. Some of us can cost more than a luxury cruiser, it should go without saying that he will always ensure that we in peak physical shape. Kiss me."

"Kiss? I... " Leia found herself leaning forward, instinctively guiding herself towards the Chiss's black painted lips.

Their connection sent Leia's libido into overdrive, with the Princess hungrily meeting every one of Lish'thors's kisses, moaning as she felt her breasts being kneaded and delicately squeezed. Leia did nothing to prevent Lish'thors's dexterous tongue from once again sliding into her mouth, exploring every inch of it, curling around Leia's own tongue. Lacking any real experience with another woman as a lover, Leia voluntarily ceded control over to the Chiss, trusting her implicitly.

Lish'thors picked up on Leia's inexperience immediately, letting her hand drop into Leia's lap, before tucking her nimble digits into her pussy, stirring them in search of the human's most sensitive areas. Fingering Leia without restraint, the Chiss placed her free arm around her back, softly pushing the Princess onto her back, moving between her legs.

"You have a streak of submission in you," Lish'thors stated, breaking the kiss in favour of sliding her tongue down to Leia's nipples, giving them both an equal amount of attention, forcing Leia to writhe and roll, dancing to the Chiss's tune. "You put on an outward display of prideful independence, unwilling to bend to anyone's will other than your own. But deep down, you want nothing more than to give in, to let another being have dominion over you. Did you know?"

"I've always known, in a small way," Leia confessed, arching her spine when the Chiss finally located her erogenous spot. "I have so many expectations and burdens to live up to, but I can't always be the person others expect me to be."

"I was the same," Lish'thors said, sliding her tongue further down Leia's body, until she arrived at her quim, streaming with nectar as her thrusting fingers expertly caressed Leia's canal. "My military career placed me in charge of an entire fleet, the wellbeing of every crew member relied on my leadership, my foresight. I never complained about the role I was charged with carrying out, nor did I allow my self-doubt to become known to my crew. But such responsibility is as much a burden as it is an honour."

"It's stifling," Leia quietly added, stunned to have discovered a kindred spirit in Lish'thors, "having to be the one everyone looks up to, the one expected to have every answer."

"When I was sold to my master I resisted him, spent every waking moment fighting to stop him from breaking me down and rebuilding me in his own image," Lish'thors flicked her tongue across Leia's clit, tenderly caressing her milky white thighs. "I couldn't allow all my work and sacrifice come to nothing, to end up as no more than a slave. But over time, I found myself allowing those things to be stripped away from me, embracing the freedom that came with giving my life over to another. I offered pride in exchange for subservience."

"Was it truly so simple?" Leia spoke in a voice just barely above a hush.

"It became simple," Lish'thors replied, sweeping her tongue along Leia's slit, "I just needed to be shown what a life beyond the Ascendancy could be like. Now, there's one thing alone that I live to serve -- Tegikk."

"I couldn't imagine ever letting a Hutt of all creatures dictate my entire existence," Leia said, knowing she had in fact allowed those thoughts to appear every so often.

"No woman can, not until they find themselves kneeling before one," Lish'thors primed her tongue against Leia's sex, pushing her legs apart i preparation. "Now, don't concern yourself with the future. Just lie back and enjoy our time together, allow me to be proof of a life without burden."

"Okay," Leia trembled, closing her eyes as Lish'thors's tongue lapped at her vaginal lips, licking every drop of the fluid leaking from her pussy. "Mmm."

Leia could feel her hips rising from the mattress, leaning into the Chiss's intricate caresses. With just the slightest of touches, it quickly became apparent just how well trained the Chiss was, manipulating Leia's sex with a mere stroke of her tongue. Her nethers felt like they were on fire, something that only grew in intensity the faster the slave girl's tongue moved.

"How does it feel?" Lish'thors pulled her tongue away long enough to ask the question, diving right back into her oral pleasuring, planting her lips down as she hungrily slurped Leia's spongy petals, flicking her tongue across her vulva.

"Incredible, it's better than I could have imagined!" Leia replied through staggered breaths, bucking in response to the sudden attack on her clit.

"I could tell. But that wasn't what I was referring to," Lish'thors's unwavering eyes glanced up to the entranced Leia, watching her beautiful face contort into a myriad of expressions. "How does it feel to let go?"

"Let go?"

"Mmm-hmm. To see who you are behind the facadé you have to maintain?" Lish'thors gripped Leia's thighs, keeping them apart when her tongue finally slid into Leia's canal.

"It feels... right," Leia grinned, glad to be able to confess the truth of it with another being. "Like I'm able to see myself for the first time."

"Just as I did," Lish'thors spread Leia's lips as she worked her tongue even deeper into the Princess's sex, using her impressive range of skills to send her lover into a frenzy. "Only when we are seperated from our former lives do we truly have the chance to look inwards."

"You're right. Absolutely right," Leia sobbed, feeling herself teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm, one that would leave a bigger mark on her than she could have conceived in the moment.

"Your're so very close, I can feel you building to your crescendo," Lish'thors dragged her lips away from Leia's hole, sliding her fingers back inside as she climbed back along Leia's body. "I want you to cum. Let it out, Regalia. Nree uta-sha bodee ta do des-ire!"

"Yes! Yes! Force, it feels so... " Leia's back moulded into the perfect arch, shaking violently as a thunderous climax temporarily stole any sense of thought from her. For close to half a minute, Leia could do nothing as he body spasmed wildly, dumbstruck by the flowing waves that surged through her core. It took even longer for her to recover, relaxing enought to let her regain some semblance of clarity.

She turned her head, finding Lish'thors by her side, stroking her flowing brunette hair, helping to ease her from the orgasmic high she crashed down from. They shared a tired kiss, pressing their naked, glistening bodies together, draining the last dregs of energy into their brief moment of pure passion. Untangling from each other's embrace, the pair just smiled serenely, catching their breath with long intakes of breath.

"You were spectacular, Regalia," Lish'thors broke the silence with her honest summation, an honesty that was refreshing to a woman who had become so jaded by her time in the Senate. "Was that your first time with a woman?"

"It was," Leia nodded, meekly.

"Truly? Then I'm glad I could be your first," Lish'thors stroked her fingers against Leia's cheek, noticing the mixture of red and black lipstick that smeared her full lips. "You would fit in with the harem marvelously."

"Are you trying to seduce me into letting Tegikk enslave me?" Leia chuckled, taken by the warm grin that appeared on Lish'thors's lips.

"Perhaps, but is that so wrong?" the Chiss smirked, bringing her face close to Leia's, with her blood red eyes locked with Leia's warm brown orbs. "Master Tegikk can only enjoy the presence of one or two of us at a time. That leaves us with a long period where we're surrounded by each other when we're in the harem quarters. I would be honoured to have you as a slave sister. Besides, it's difficult for me to envision you wearing formal gowns and flowing robes."

"Is it really so difficult to imagine me when I'm not 'Regalia'?" Leia laughed.

"Can you imagine yourself wanting to be anyone other than 'Regalia'?" the Chiss asked. Seeing the contemplative look that reached Leia's visage, Lish'thors decided to cut the conversation short, unwilling to push the human where she wasn't ready to go. "I think refreshments are in order, we need to regain some energy if we're going to last the night."

Lish'thors moved away from Leia, opening a channel on the comlink to order a set of drinks for them both. Before returning, she opened one of the compartments near the bedside, lifting out a thick cylindrical object.

"A droid is on its way, but it might take a few minutes," Lish'thors informed a withdrawn Leia, presenting a rather intimidating looking sex toy for her to see. "That should provide us with just enough time for to get started on another session. Are you still up for it?"

"Always," Leia's thighs seperated once more, allowing a delighted Lish'thors to reposition herself between them, placing the tip of the toy against her narrow slit.

Leia's cries of bliss filled the room, growing louder as the toy was pushed deep into her crevice. Within minutes, another orgasm wracked her body, enhanced by the flick of the slave girl's wrist, shoving the plastex toy as deep as she believed Leia was comfortable with taking. It was just the first of many she would go through over the course of the journey to Nar Shadaa, accompanied by a single question that refused to leave her mind.

'Can you imagine yourself wanting to be anyone other than 'Regalia'?'