A Moment Alone
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
11,004
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Death Star Escape
Title: A Moment Alone
Author: Rene Westmorland
Pairing: Princess Leia
Rating: NC-17
Author Notes: This started as my own Homage (not copying, i wrote it myself in tribute) to a story I found a long time ago and couldn't find again, and then it kinda caught me that it could be a series.
Disclaimers: Star Wars and all therin are property of George Lucas, who is somewhat forgiven because of EP3. I decree that no profit shall come from this story, but it does belong to me. Of course I don’t really care what anyone does with it as long as it’s all legal. Please leave reviews!
Warnings: F
Still giddy with adrenaline from her near-death experience, Princess Leia Organa stepped out of small hatch leading from the Death Star’s trash compacter. Luke, Han, and Chewbacca were already surveying the apparently deserted corridor they had been deposited onto.
“Looks like we’re all clear for a bit, it’ll take them a while to get some troops down here,” Han observed.
“I just contacted C3-P0 and told him to have Artoo create some false security breaches to throw them off,” Luke chipped in, pulling a portable drying unit from his stormtrooper belt.
“These stormtroopers think of everything,” he said. “Here princess.” Luke threw the dryer to Leia, who was investigating a small door nearby.
“Thanks,” she said, catching the dryer and ducking into the small antechamber she had found. “I’m going to go in here real quick and dry off.”
“I’ll keep watch,” Luke said helpfully.
Leia hit the control and the door slid shut. She made sure she hadn’t locked the door and took a look at the dryer. It was a cylindrical device with a heater on one end and several controls on the other. She put her foot up on a small bench and tried unsuccessfully to dry the bottom half of her white dress. After several tries she sighed and, with a glance at the door, grasped the sopping dress and pulled it over her head.
Clad in nothing but white panties, Leia laid the dress out on the bench and dried it off much easier. It was then she realized her panties were soaked as well. She felt a small vibration as the heater did its work on her panties. As she continued to run the dryer over herself she began to feel more and more aroused. The nipples on her small breasts began to harden with excitement.
Unable to stop herself, Leia reached up with a free hand and caressed one of her breasts. Moaning softly, she ran the hand down her muscular stomach and under the hem of her panties. The sound of her breathing filled the small chamber, getting heavier and heavier. She touched her clit and let out a gasp, the excitement of the situation and the sheer naughtiness of what she was doing making her more aroused than she had ever been before.
Leia realized that, while a little large, the dryer was just the right shape. Tossing away her now completely dry panties, the Princess sat down on the bench and spread her legs. Switching the heater setting to full power, she ran it over the outer lips of her womanhood, reveling in the pleasure it brought her. Little by little she began pushing it into herself. The heat radiating off the end drove her wild and she inched it in slowly until she was completely impaled on the device. Her gasps and moans would have been loud enough to reach the men outside had the door not been soundproof.
Needing her final fulfillment, Leia began to pump the dryer in and out. The vibration and heat from the machine intensified with the friction of moving inside the princess, causing her to writhe and twist in ecstasy on the small bench. The pressure built and built in her until she exploded on to the dryer. Her juices coated the device and the bench as she continued to orgasm. Finally she couldn’t stand any more and pulled the device out. Satiated, she lay on the bench for almost an eternity until she heard a soft knock on the door.
She quickly retrieved her dress, slipped it down over her still sweating body, and opened the door.
“You ready Princess?” Luke asked.
“Yes,” she replied, putting her hair back in order. She realized that she had left both her panties and the dryer in the anteroom, but decided that she didn’t want to deal with what would probably happen if her rescuers saw her going back to retrieve them.
“If we can just avoid any more female advice, we should be able to get out of here,” Han quipped…
Author: Rene Westmorland
Pairing: Princess Leia
Rating: NC-17
Author Notes: This started as my own Homage (not copying, i wrote it myself in tribute) to a story I found a long time ago and couldn't find again, and then it kinda caught me that it could be a series.
Disclaimers: Star Wars and all therin are property of George Lucas, who is somewhat forgiven because of EP3. I decree that no profit shall come from this story, but it does belong to me. Of course I don’t really care what anyone does with it as long as it’s all legal. Please leave reviews!
Warnings: F
Still giddy with adrenaline from her near-death experience, Princess Leia Organa stepped out of small hatch leading from the Death Star’s trash compacter. Luke, Han, and Chewbacca were already surveying the apparently deserted corridor they had been deposited onto.
“Looks like we’re all clear for a bit, it’ll take them a while to get some troops down here,” Han observed.
“I just contacted C3-P0 and told him to have Artoo create some false security breaches to throw them off,” Luke chipped in, pulling a portable drying unit from his stormtrooper belt.
“These stormtroopers think of everything,” he said. “Here princess.” Luke threw the dryer to Leia, who was investigating a small door nearby.
“Thanks,” she said, catching the dryer and ducking into the small antechamber she had found. “I’m going to go in here real quick and dry off.”
“I’ll keep watch,” Luke said helpfully.
Leia hit the control and the door slid shut. She made sure she hadn’t locked the door and took a look at the dryer. It was a cylindrical device with a heater on one end and several controls on the other. She put her foot up on a small bench and tried unsuccessfully to dry the bottom half of her white dress. After several tries she sighed and, with a glance at the door, grasped the sopping dress and pulled it over her head.
Clad in nothing but white panties, Leia laid the dress out on the bench and dried it off much easier. It was then she realized her panties were soaked as well. She felt a small vibration as the heater did its work on her panties. As she continued to run the dryer over herself she began to feel more and more aroused. The nipples on her small breasts began to harden with excitement.
Unable to stop herself, Leia reached up with a free hand and caressed one of her breasts. Moaning softly, she ran the hand down her muscular stomach and under the hem of her panties. The sound of her breathing filled the small chamber, getting heavier and heavier. She touched her clit and let out a gasp, the excitement of the situation and the sheer naughtiness of what she was doing making her more aroused than she had ever been before.
Leia realized that, while a little large, the dryer was just the right shape. Tossing away her now completely dry panties, the Princess sat down on the bench and spread her legs. Switching the heater setting to full power, she ran it over the outer lips of her womanhood, reveling in the pleasure it brought her. Little by little she began pushing it into herself. The heat radiating off the end drove her wild and she inched it in slowly until she was completely impaled on the device. Her gasps and moans would have been loud enough to reach the men outside had the door not been soundproof.
Needing her final fulfillment, Leia began to pump the dryer in and out. The vibration and heat from the machine intensified with the friction of moving inside the princess, causing her to writhe and twist in ecstasy on the small bench. The pressure built and built in her until she exploded on to the dryer. Her juices coated the device and the bench as she continued to orgasm. Finally she couldn’t stand any more and pulled the device out. Satiated, she lay on the bench for almost an eternity until she heard a soft knock on the door.
She quickly retrieved her dress, slipped it down over her still sweating body, and opened the door.
“You ready Princess?” Luke asked.
“Yes,” she replied, putting her hair back in order. She realized that she had left both her panties and the dryer in the anteroom, but decided that she didn’t want to deal with what would probably happen if her rescuers saw her going back to retrieve them.
“If we can just avoid any more female advice, we should be able to get out of here,” Han quipped…