Leia would be lying if she said she hadn’t imagined this moment before: her young pilot protégé, staring worshipfully up at her from between her thighs. They’ve removed his restraints and he’s on his back now, his tender, bruised skin scraping against cool sheets as she kneels over his face.
Poe is nearly delirious with need, drunk on endorphins from the pain and reaching incoherence. She tangles one of her hands in his hair, tight enough that she can hold him down, stop him straining up to lick her cunt.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You,” Poe’s eyes are glossy with need and unshed tears, “Please.”
“Show me how sorry you are,” she says, keeping her voice as stern as she can manage when she’s breathing heavily and nearly dripping down his chin already.
She lowers her cunt down to his mouth and tightens her grip on his hair reflexively as raw pleasure flits up her back and washes down her front.
She knows her groan of relief breaks character but she’s past that now. Past thinking about anything but the pressure building, a dam breaking with every small moan she can’t stop herself releasing with each breath.
He’s relentless. Even as incoherent with pain and need as he must be, his lips suck and his tongue fucks her as though she has his salivation buried deep within her. His eyes keep closing and reopening and closing again, as if the sight of her above him is too much for him to bear.
She can’t stop herself rocking back and forth, rubbing her clit against the edge of his nose. She can feel him moan into her, his pleasure vibrating through her cunt, and half-turns to see Amilyn slowly running her fingernails up and down Poe’s cock, hard enough that it must be more than a little painful.
Amilyn smiles at her then, that wicked and adoring smile that always cuts to the core of Leia and makes her wonder what she could have done to deserve such affection.
She can’t last. She was already half her way to an orgasm before Poe’s smart mouth started flicking her clit hard and repeatedly, dipping into her fast and then going back and sucking her clit again and again.
She can feel herself tipping towards the edge and then Amilyn presses against her from behind, and she can feel her breasts against her back and soft kisses up her neck and an arm around her torso teasing her nipples and she’s gone, rocking back into Amilyn’s embrace as Poe fucks her, never slowing down.
She slides back into Amilyn’s arms and off of Poe’s mouth until they each settle on either side of him, never losing contact, leaning across his narrow waist to kiss properly again.
Amilyn’s moaning into her mouth with every breath. Leia can’t stop touching her. One hand in her hair and then down her back, the other immediately coming to rest between her thighs where Amilyn is so wet Leia can hear her fingers as she strokes.
Amilyn’s hips buck towards her immediately, rising up on her knees to give Leia a better angle for more pressure, grinding down for more friction.
It’s not long before Amilyn starts to make these little whimpers on each exhale. Amilyn’s more than a little breathless when she begins to speak, “Was it a good apology?”
Her eyes meet Leia’s and Leia can read the read the real question with every spasm of Amilyn’s cunt around her fingers.
“Good enough.” Leia says, and the hand that isn’t buried in Amilyn moves to stroke Poe’s neglected cock. He moans and spasms at her touch.
“But I don’t know if you’ve earned this, Admiral” Leia gestures to Poe’s cock as she strokes it. She hardens her voice as much as she can and can feel it having its intended effect as Amilyn clamps down on her fingers harder and faster.
“After all, it was your poor leadership that led to the mutiny, wasn’t it?” Leia doesn’t believe a word she’s saying, but she knows that Amilyn does, in part believes it and in part dreads that it’s true. Leia’s thumb swipes over Amilyn’s clit and she lets out a gasp that’s part scream, falling forward into Leia, holding herself so that she can kiss Leia’s neck and chest with a reverence bordering on worship.
Leia leans into her, and whispers loud enough that Poe can hear as well, “I think you should fuck him,” Amilyn groans and Leia can feel the vibration on her own skin, “You know, in the spirit of good morale.”
Amilyn whimpers for a moment when Leia removes her hand. But it takes only a few seconds for her to shift so that she’s straddling Poe’s cock, Amilyn’s own hand replacing Leia’s, and then sinking down on it slowly with a groan that echoes through the room.
They look so beautiful together: Amilyn, long and lean, pale and purple, and Poe, muscular and tanned and glistening with sweat, each moving and moaning in tandem.
Poe’s started to plead, softly, a constant, murmured whine of pleases. Leia shifts enough that she can lean down and silence him, licking into his mouth as he begs. He kisses her back instantly, sloppily. She can taste herself on his lips.
She pulls back and he tries to follow her, straining his neck like a moth following a flame. Staring into his eyes, Leia is overwhelmed by how young he looks, pained need wiping away the years the rebellion added to his young face.
He nods again, delirious from want and pain. He’s biting his lip so hard that she’s surprised he hasn’t broken the skin.
“Do you think you deserve to come?”
Poe groans, panting, “Please, Leia, please.”
Leia moves, settling behind Amilyn, raking her nails down Poe’s tensed thighs as he tries to thrust hard despite his restraints.
Amilyn moans at the feeling of Leia surrounding her, her arms reaching around and cupping Amilyn’s breasts, weighing them in each hand. Her mouth moves to Amilyn’s ear, biting and licking just below it where her friend is so sensitive.
“You’re so lovely like this.” Leia knows what her voice does to Amilyn, especially when it’s like this, cold gravel warming like coals in the fire. “So lovely and needy and all for me.” Amilyn whimpers her agreement.
Leia drops one of her hands, stroking down Amilyn’s taut stomach to brush her fingers against her clit. Amilyn keens, nearly screaming what might be Leia’s name.
“So desperate.” Leia murmurs, her nose brushing against Amilyn’s cheek. She looks down to see Poe’s eyes closed, his teeth gritted.
“Will you come for me?” Her fingers rub harder.
Amilyn does scream then, a muffled, hoarse cry as she loses rhythm and curses, and begs Leia not to stop. She doesn’t, not then, nor when Poe screams his release seconds later.
“So beautiful,” and they are, both of them, Amilyn, rosy and glowing, leaning forward to release Poe’s restraints and Poe, more peaceful than she’s seen him in months, rolling over onto his front once he’s able and burrowing his face into her sheets.
Amilyn turns to face her. Leia feels small under Amilyn’s gaze, dwarfed by the Admiral’s long and straight-backed torso and by the adoration shining out of her blue eyes.
Leia cups her face and kisses her and it feels almost chaste now to be so gentle. They settle beside Poe, Leia in the center of the bed propped on pillows, Poe’s face tucked into her side on the left, Amilyn draped over her right, her arm protectively wrapped around Leia’s chest.
FILL 3/4: Holdo/Leia/Poe, D/s
Poe is nearly delirious with need, drunk on endorphins from the pain and reaching incoherence. She tangles one of her hands in his hair, tight enough that she can hold him down, stop him straining up to lick her cunt.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You,” Poe’s eyes are glossy with need and unshed tears, “Please.”
“Show me how sorry you are,” she says, keeping her voice as stern as she can manage when she’s breathing heavily and nearly dripping down his chin already.
She lowers her cunt down to his mouth and tightens her grip on his hair reflexively as raw pleasure flits up her back and washes down her front.
She knows her groan of relief breaks character but she’s past that now. Past thinking about anything but the pressure building, a dam breaking with every small moan she can’t stop herself releasing with each breath.
He’s relentless. Even as incoherent with pain and need as he must be, his lips suck and his tongue fucks her as though she has his salivation buried deep within her. His eyes keep closing and reopening and closing again, as if the sight of her above him is too much for him to bear.
She can’t stop herself rocking back and forth, rubbing her clit against the edge of his nose. She can feel him moan into her, his pleasure vibrating through her cunt, and half-turns to see Amilyn slowly running her fingernails up and down Poe’s cock, hard enough that it must be more than a little painful.
Amilyn smiles at her then, that wicked and adoring smile that always cuts to the core of Leia and makes her wonder what she could have done to deserve such affection.
She can’t last. She was already half her way to an orgasm before Poe’s smart mouth started flicking her clit hard and repeatedly, dipping into her fast and then going back and sucking her clit again and again.
She can feel herself tipping towards the edge and then Amilyn presses against her from behind, and she can feel her breasts against her back and soft kisses up her neck and an arm around her torso teasing her nipples and she’s gone, rocking back into Amilyn’s embrace as Poe fucks her, never slowing down.
She slides back into Amilyn’s arms and off of Poe’s mouth until they each settle on either side of him, never losing contact, leaning across his narrow waist to kiss properly again.
Amilyn’s moaning into her mouth with every breath. Leia can’t stop touching her. One hand in her hair and then down her back, the other immediately coming to rest between her thighs where Amilyn is so wet Leia can hear her fingers as she strokes.
Amilyn’s hips buck towards her immediately, rising up on her knees to give Leia a better angle for more pressure, grinding down for more friction.
It’s not long before Amilyn starts to make these little whimpers on each exhale. Amilyn’s more than a little breathless when she begins to speak, “Was it a good apology?”
Her eyes meet Leia’s and Leia can read the read the real question with every spasm of Amilyn’s cunt around her fingers.
“Good enough.” Leia says, and the hand that isn’t buried in Amilyn moves to stroke Poe’s neglected cock. He moans and spasms at her touch.
“But I don’t know if you’ve earned this, Admiral” Leia gestures to Poe’s cock as she strokes it. She hardens her voice as much as she can and can feel it having its intended effect as Amilyn clamps down on her fingers harder and faster.
“After all, it was your poor leadership that led to the mutiny, wasn’t it?” Leia doesn’t believe a word she’s saying, but she knows that Amilyn does, in part believes it and in part dreads that it’s true. Leia’s thumb swipes over Amilyn’s clit and she lets out a gasp that’s part scream, falling forward into Leia, holding herself so that she can kiss Leia’s neck and chest with a reverence bordering on worship.
Leia leans into her, and whispers loud enough that Poe can hear as well, “I think you should fuck him,” Amilyn groans and Leia can feel the vibration on her own skin, “You know, in the spirit of good morale.”
Amilyn whimpers for a moment when Leia removes her hand. But it takes only a few seconds for her to shift so that she’s straddling Poe’s cock, Amilyn’s own hand replacing Leia’s, and then sinking down on it slowly with a groan that echoes through the room.
They look so beautiful together: Amilyn, long and lean, pale and purple, and Poe, muscular and tanned and glistening with sweat, each moving and moaning in tandem.
Poe’s started to plead, softly, a constant, murmured whine of pleases. Leia shifts enough that she can lean down and silence him, licking into his mouth as he begs. He kisses her back instantly, sloppily. She can taste herself on his lips.
She pulls back and he tries to follow her, straining his neck like a moth following a flame.
Staring into his eyes, Leia is overwhelmed by how young he looks, pained need wiping away the years the rebellion added to his young face.
“You must be so close.” Leia whispers, smiling.
Poe nods, keeps nodding, muttering, “Please, Leia.”
“Do you want to come for us?”
He nods again, delirious from want and pain. He’s biting his lip so hard that she’s surprised he hasn’t broken the skin.
“Do you think you deserve to come?”
Poe groans, panting, “Please, Leia, please.”
Leia moves, settling behind Amilyn, raking her nails down Poe’s tensed thighs as he tries to thrust hard despite his restraints.
Amilyn moans at the feeling of Leia surrounding her, her arms reaching around and cupping Amilyn’s breasts, weighing them in each hand. Her mouth moves to Amilyn’s ear, biting and licking just below it where her friend is so sensitive.
“You’re so lovely like this.” Leia knows what her voice does to Amilyn, especially when it’s like this, cold gravel warming like coals in the fire. “So lovely and needy and all for me.” Amilyn whimpers her agreement.
Leia drops one of her hands, stroking down Amilyn’s taut stomach to brush her fingers against her clit. Amilyn keens, nearly screaming what might be Leia’s name.
“So desperate.” Leia murmurs, her nose brushing against Amilyn’s cheek. She looks down to see Poe’s eyes closed, his teeth gritted.
“Will you come for me?” Her fingers rub harder.
Amilyn does scream then, a muffled, hoarse cry as she loses rhythm and curses, and begs Leia not to stop. She doesn’t, not then, nor when Poe screams his release seconds later.
“So beautiful,” and they are, both of them, Amilyn, rosy and glowing, leaning forward to release Poe’s restraints and Poe, more peaceful than she’s seen him in months, rolling over onto his front once he’s able and burrowing his face into her sheets.
Amilyn turns to face her. Leia feels small under Amilyn’s gaze, dwarfed by the Admiral’s long and straight-backed torso and by the adoration shining out of her blue eyes.
Leia cups her face and kisses her and it feels almost chaste now to be so gentle.
They settle beside Poe, Leia in the center of the bed propped on pillows, Poe’s face tucked into her side on the left, Amilyn draped over her right, her arm protectively wrapped around Leia’s chest.