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A last taste of vrlam
2002 Angelia Sparrow
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The halls of the temple-fortress of Yavin's fourth moon echoed with the
sounds of celebration. For the evening, all rank and dignity was forgotten.
Someone had found an Aldaric drumpipe and a whistleviol had appeared as
well. Several of the younger Corellian pilots, led by Wedge Antilles, were
already singing-drunk and had started an impromptu kehyi, their traditional
celebration of music and boasting.

The losses a few days before had been almost crippling, but they had won a
substantial victory. The Death Star was so much rubble and burning gas,
barely visible in the daysky now. If Solo's final report was accurate, he'd
possibly killed Darth Vader. That had been as much cause for celebration as
the Death Star.

The big Corellian wandered through the crowd, admirers and hangers-on
ignored as he made his way to a small table in a dim corner. The other hero
of the hour, looking decidedly less brash than he had earlier in the
evening, sat alone, half-hiding behind a large mug of purple Tykaran beer.

"Hey, Luke. Come on out and enjoy your party."

"I'm enjoying it. Just tired." He took a small drink and wiped away the
foam.

Han sat down across from him and gestured at the mug. "How long you been
nursing that?"

"Somewhere around Wedge's first verse of ‘What Do Stormtroopers Wear Under
Their Armor?' I think." Luke smiled wanly. "I could go to bed and sleep
for a week. If I weren't afraid of the dreams."

"Oh, Luke, you're not still having those, are you?" Princess Leia, her hair
still up in the elaborate coiffure, sat down beside him and ran a
sympathetic hand over his back.

"Still bad?" Han asked.

Luke had brought them all to his cabin door in mid-sleepwatch several times
on the trip to Yavin as he came awake screaming. "Worse. Vader's not dead,
Han." Leia's face went pale. "He saw me, on the Death Star and then in the
trench. He talks to me in my dreams. He knows who I am but I can never
remember what he says."

"And this on top of your family and Obi-wan," said Leia softly.

Luke stood up. "I'm going to see if the meddroid has something to interrupt
the dreamcycle. Good night. Sorry to spoil your party, Princess."

He left, but Leia followed him. In the hall, she caught up and stopped him.
"Luke. I have something better than drugs. Come to my chambers in an
hour, and I'll show you how a Princess of Alderaan truly rewards her
rescuer." She stretched up and pulled his face down for a kiss. His
awkward surprise as her tongue brushed over his lips made her pull back.
"You're a virgin?"

Luke blushed to the roots of his hair. "Not much chance back home. The
only girl around that was old enough had a boyfriend ugly as a womp-rat and
twice as mean."

Leia smiled and kissed him again. "My tanihen--lover I guess you'd
say--died with my world. Come to me, tonight, and maybe we can find refuge
from both our nightmares. One hour."

Luke smiled and went back to the room he was sharing with Wedge. His
roommate wouldn't be in until dawn, if then. No one would notice he hadn't
slept in his bed. He took off the yellow jacket, and rinsed the streak of
pastry filling off the sleeve. He'd spilled beer on his shirt, and took
that off too. His room had a fair assortment of clothing in the closet,
left by former occupants. He chose a soft light blue shirt and washed
before putting it on.

The luxury of washing with water was still new. He let the warm drops
trickle over his chest and thought of Leia's kiss. It still burned on his
lips, and he shut his eyes to feel the phantom sensation once again. A
quick glance at the wall-chrono told him if he wanted more, he needed to
scoot. He dried and shrugged the shirt on.

Glowflitters batted around in Luke's stomach as he walked to the Princess'
room, growing more and more vigorous with each step. Once he stopped and
tried to turn back, but one treacherous portion of his anatomy kept pointing
the way. He paused outside her door and rang the chime.

The door slid open, but instead of Leia alone, Luke saw Han sitting at a
table, his boots propped on the top, completely at ease. Leia, wearing a
diaphanous white gown that left nothing to his imagination, came to the
door.

"Come in, Luke. We were waiting for you." Her smile was dazzling, but he
had to swallow twice and refocus his eyes away from the sheer white cloth
that veiled her ample figure.

"Wait. We?" He gestured at Han before taking Leia's arm and lowering his
voice. " I thought this was about us."

Leia's smile never wavered. "I can't reward one of you without the other.
You both shared the danger. You both got medals. And so, the private
reward should be shared as well."

"But Leia," Luke was pale and looked as if he wanted to bolt.

Han got up and came to the door. He took one arm and Leia took the other.
Luke walked as if going to his execution, nerves clearly having gotten the
better of him.

"Let me try, Your Wonderfulness." Han sat him down at the table. "Look,
kid, you get first shot at her. The rescue was all your idea." He poured a
small glass of pale yellow liquor. "This is Alderaanian vrlam. Maybe the
only bottle left in the galaxy. On Alderaan, only the nobles drank it, and
then only four times in a man's life. Drink."

Luke sipped the drink. It was spicy with woody undertones and a light fruit
note over the top. It flowed through him like liquid sun, warming and
soothing everything it touched. "When?"

Leia came and sat beside them. "A man drinks his last glass of this the day
he buries his first wife. He drinks a glass the day he has been married to
her for thirty years. He drinks on the day he marries for the first time."

Luke took another sip. "But, I'm not getting married, am I? Just drinking
it isn't enough to make me married?"

Leia smiled. "A boy takes his first drink of vrlam on the day he takes his
first tanihal. She is more than the sextoy the holos claim. She is
teacher, friend, and escort to formal functions. She keeps his secrets,
knows his dreams, and in all ways prepares him to be a good husband to the
women he will marry. You are old to be having your first drink, Luke."

He finished the glass. This time, Han poured three and passed one to each
of them.

Leia swirled the drink around in her glass. "Alderaan is gone. This is the
last of the vrlam. Remember everything about this night, Luke, for it has
seen the last enactment of the ceremony." Her voice was grave, yet with a
deep joy he could not quite fathom. "Tonight. The Boy comes to the
Tanihal. The Trusted Friend awaits, to give him instruction and bear
witness." She placed her elbow on the table and held the glass up. "Link
arms with me." The two men bought their arms in and held their glasses the
same way. She helped them twine their forearms together. "The Vrlam is
drunk." She tipped her glass to her lips. The men followed suit and found
it far more difficult than it looked.

Leia stood and dropped the robe to speak the most ancient of the Initiation
Ceremonies. These particular words had not been spoken in almost twenty
years, not since Alderaan promised itself to peace. "Tonight, you come to
me, a boy. Tested in battle, forged in the heat of war. Now, come, and let
me temper your mettle with my art. I shall send you forth a man."

Luke could do nothing but stare. This was not the girl he'd seen smeared
with imperial filth snapping at him and Han, winded from running through
corridors. It was not even the shrewd princess that had laid the battle
plans. This was a goddess offering him death and immortality.

Unable to speak, able to do nothing but obey, he rose and went to her. She
folded him in her open arms, and kissed him. This time, he kissed back.

Han watched the drama unfold. He wasn't much for ceremonies, but a young
man's first should be special. It had meant a lot to Leia that he was along
in the role of Trusted Friend. Whatever the hell that meant. The drinks
had been pretty good. The little spitfire was absolutely beautiful, a
pocket sized princess, just waiting to be played with. Even the kid was
beautiful, looking all dreamy and stunned as she led him to the bedroom.
They made a good pair.

The door shut softly. Now he had to wait. He'd get his chance soon enough.
The princess had explained that during the second phase, the Trusted
Friend was along to give instruction, and help the young man refine his
technique. "Interesting customs, the Alderaani," he toasted the empty
bottle softly.

Luke hesitated as Leia sat down on the bed. She opened her arms to him
again. His feet carried him to her without conscious thought, and he
realized his body had its own ideas. He took her in his arms, feeling the
soft warmth of her skin, the generous curves. He kissed her slowly and
softly, letting her lead him to new heights of sensation.

She smiled at the feel of his erection against her belly and guided his hand
to cup one breast. He moaned into her mouth as the soft weight filled his
palm, the hard nipple poking at his thumb. She caught her breath as he
rubbed it.

He pulled back, wanting to look at her again. She gasped when he lowered
his mouth to kiss the nipple he was rubbing. "So good," she reassured him.
He stood up, and looked at her. He couldn't get enough of the sight: her
hair still piled in the regal coronet of braids, the silver necklace still
gracing her elegant throat. Her breasts were full and high, inviting the
return of his hands or mouth. He settled for spanning her narrow waist with
his hands, pulling her closer by her gently curved hips. The dark curls at
the junction of her legs were a mystery he longed to solve.

She opened his shirt, and slid it down his arms. "Come to bed with me."
She led him to the enormous bed and lay back on it. He sat down beside her
and tugged his boots off. She reached over and opened his pants, and he
stood to peel them off.

Leia looked at him with a steady, reassuring gaze. He was very good
looking. Not ruggedly handsome like Han, but nice, nonetheless. The shaggy
blond hair kept tumbling in his eyes. They were such pretty eyes, a deep
blue that reminded her of the flowering tree outside her window in the
palace of Alderaan. He was smooth and muscular from working his uncle's
farm, with a golden tan that didn't end.

Leia ran a gentle finger along where his trouser-line should be. "Just what
did you think about as you lay in the sun naked, Luke?" she asked softly.

"You," he answered. laying down beside her. "I knew who you were the minute
I saw Artoo's message. I've dreamed of you for years. Biggs knew. He
called you my ‘dream-girl.'"

She kissed him again, laying one hand alongside his face. "You're awake
now. Let me make love to you." Her kisses were warm as she scattered them
over his face and neck, and down his chest. He arched into her mouth with a
half-sob as she worried one nipple with her teeth.

"Please. Leia, please." He didn't know what he was asking for, but this
was too intense, sending electric shocks through him.

Leia looked down at where his cock, perfect as the rest of him, rose from
the dark gold curls, a single bead forming on its tip. Her kisses traveled
lower until she licked the drop away. Her tongue swirled around the head,
and then she took him completely.

All Luke could do was moan as Leia licked and sucked, sometimes swallowing
him whole, sometimes flicking her tongue in a motion as light as glowflitter
wings across the underside. One of her hands held the base of his shaft,
while the other stroked his balls and moved lower.

He shouted as one wet finger found its way inside his body. Leia took him
to the base, swallowing as he climaxed.
In the antechamber, Han listened. Leia had left the door ajar. At this
point in the evening, his sole duty was to wait. He hated waiting. It had
been quite a week, and if he didn't get back to Tatooine soon he was a dead
man. The shout drew his attention. That was why he was here. Leia had
asked him to join her and Luke for a private reward celebration. He was,
above all else, Corellian, and the prospect of getting a taste of royalty
had convinced him to stay one more day. But when Leia had found out Luke was
a virgin, the whole mood had changed. Now it was all ceremony, although the
sounds he was hearing told him they seemed to be enjoying it. As she had
explained it to him, he would join them later, and give Luke a tutorial on
the finer points of lovemaking. He stretched and swung his feet back to the
top of the table. That would be fun, especially using the Princess as a
demonstration model. And if he could get Luke to throw himself into it with
that wide-eyed eagerness, it would be more fun. She was so pretty, all of
that dark hair just making him want to see what it would look like down and
loose. And Luke was, well, Luke. In another time and place, a younger Han
would have wanted this man for his brother. It made him nervous when he
realized how attached he'd gotten, how unwilling he had been to leave Luke
to his fate.

The vrlam was gone, but there was a nice bottle of wine. He looked at it,
and passed it over. It wouldn't do to have too much in him when Leia called
for him. He poured a glass of water and sat back down to listen and wait.

Luke lay on the bed, his arm thrown over his eyes. Leia's head was pillowed
on his shoulder, and he held her as he recovered. "That was... Oh, Leia!"
He kissed her instead.

"It only gets better, Luke," she promised him.

He smiled weakly at her. "Not sure it can."

"It can." She kissed him long and slow, her tongue a warm intrusion in his
mouth, learning the secrets of his desires. He tasted himself on her
tongue.

She guided his hands over her body, teaching him. Her breasts responded
best to gentle, solid touches. He feathered light, wondering strokes over
them, amazed at being allowed to touch her so.

Her tiny waist curved in sweetly, and he pulled her closer. She encouraged
him to run one hand between her legs, and stroke the softness there.

"You're, you're all wet," Luke said wonderingly.

"Of course I am." She bent over to kiss the tip of his nose. "You turn me
on."

"It's like flower petals," he marveled, remembering the one time he had seen
flowers. Uncle Owen had brought his aunt some for her birthday. She missed
them on Tatooine. Leia felt exactly like the memory of those pink petals.
He stroked some more, only to rub up against a prominent bump. That
elicited a moan from Leia, and he touched it lightly again.

"The ah-" she gasped, "flower is a -oh- common metaphor. Ouch! It's very
sensitive, Luke, be careful."

He left off the rubbing and slid one finger into the very wet opening.
"There?"

"Right there." Leia smiled back down. "When you get hard again."

Luke glanced down, and saw the first stirrings of life. "That won't be
long, Princess."

She smiled again. "Let me help." As he explored her, she closed one small
hand around him and rubbed gently until he was mostly hard. "So nice. The
perfect size." She had to lean in and kiss the head once more, which
brought Luke fully erect. "It might be easiest if you let me be on top."

"Leia, please, show me."

"My pleasure." She left him flat on her back, and swung one leg over his
slim hips. Angling his cock carefully with one hand, she sat on it slowly,
letting him feel each millimeter of penetration. As his tongue had explored
all the secrets of her mouth, now, she lowered herself slowly enough that
his cock could do the same with her cunt. Once she had fully engulfed him,
she sat still, letting him experience the soft warmth around him. She
flexed her muscles, giving the perfect shaft within her the caresses it
deserved.

Leia leaned forward, and put one hand on each side of Luke's head. "Open
your eyes, hero." She stared down into the limitless blue and knew that he
felt right. They were two halves of a circle coming together to make a
whole.

She lowered herself farther and kissed him slowly. "On Alderaan," she
whispered, trailing kisses along his chin and cheek, "lovemaking was an art.
As a princess, I was expected to be competent in all the arts." She
arched and tightened around him, rubbing her stiff nipples across his. "I am
more than competent. This is the only art I am truly proficient in." She
sat up, letting him feel the change the shifting position created.

Luke gasped under her motions: the slow strokes, where she clenched on the
outstroke; the rapid bucking against his hips. She rode him carefully,
trying to let him enjoy the build, as her own arousal climbed with his. He
reached up and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, drawing a faint moan and
increased motion.

Feeling more confident, Luke pulled her closer and flicked his tongue over
one taut red nipple.

"Yes!" Leia urged. "More!"

Encouraged, he sucked at her nipples, scraping his teeth over the tightly
crinkled aureola, pinching them between his tongue and palate. Leia felt
her own passions beginning to peak and rubbed harder against the ridge of
his hips.

Stars shattered in her line of vision before it went dark. She caught her
breath and started over. This close to orgasm, she could wring two or three
more before she started to come down. Her hands went to Luke's shoulders,
pinning him to the mattress as she braced herself.

Under the onslaught of writhing princess, there was nothing for Luke to do,
but lie back and experience the inevitable climax. She was so beautiful,
his princess, his first. He stared at her, taking in her hair escaping from
its braids and the wild look in her eyes. They were huge and dark in her
face. A flush had crept over her face and across the plateau of her chest.
It was too much: the sight of her, the feel of being inside her. When her
harsh breaths turned to a shout, he was lost as well.

Fire shot through his groin, and straight up his spine to explode behind his
eyes. "Leia!"

She lay forward, draped on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Luke had
regained his ability to speak, and was stroking her hair and back, murmuring
to her.

"My Leia, I love you. I always have," Luke said softly, knowing it was the
truth. "You are so beautiful. I don't deserve you. Beautiful Leia.
Mine." He luxuriated in the silky skin under his hands, and the even softer
hair. He'd made a mess of her braids. He wanted to see her with her hair
down. Wanted to look at her hair, bury his hands in it and kiss her, wanted
to have it drape over both of them when they made love.

Leia stirred and rolled off to curl into his side. He held her close,
sparks blooming everywhere she pressed her lips over his shoulder and neck.

"Luke. That was for you. There is more to come. Do you need something?"

"Thirsty," he whispered. She kissed him before getting up.

The food synth was in the sitting room, and Han looked her over
appreciatively as she programmed it. She walked over to him and kissed his
forehead lightly. "No need to ogle. It's your turn." He slid an arm
around her and pulled her down for a longer kiss.

The synth pinged, and she slipped free to pick up the tray. Han looked it
over.

"What'd you do to the kid? Wear him out?" He reached over and took it from
her.

Leia flashed him a wicked smile. "Thanks. He only said he was thirsty, but
it's going to be a busy night. I thought he could use a little more than
just some water."

Luke was half asleep when his friends came back into the room. Han set the
tray on a bedside table and began taking his clothes off. Leia curkled up
beside Luke and tipped a glass of water to his lips. He drained it, and she
kissed away the remaining moisture from his mouth.

"Try this," she whispered, bringing a slice of fruit to his mouth. He ate,
the sweet juice refreshing him as much as the water had. A piece of
something even sweeter than the fruit met his lips when she kissed him
again.

The sweetness melted along his tongue, and made his eyes widen. She pulled
away and he said "What was that?'

"Choca, looks like, kid. It's just candy, but for some types of humans, it
has a mild aphrodisiac effect." Han popped a square of it into his own
mouth, winked at the princess, and added "Like Corellians." He stood beside
the bed and let Leia get a good look at him. Tall, erect and absolutely
gorgeous. She stared, not having seen a man built like this one. Eril had
been modeled more along the lines of Luke: short, slim and smooth. "No need
to ogle, your worship." He sat down on the bed, on the other side of Leia,
and moved her hand onto his stiff cock. "It's your turn."

"We'll have to see what the choca does for you," Leia added, kissing Luke
again, before turning her face back to kiss Han. She stroked the velvety
shaft in her hand with well-practiced fingers.

She still tasted faintly of the candy, and Han explored her mouth, seeking
out the end of of the flavor. This was no ice-queen or high and mighty
senator. Leia was living up to everything he'd ever heard about Alderaan.
The spacers said the only thing better than a hot Corellian whore was an
Alderaani noblewoman. Han had never put much stock in those tales, until
now.

Leia was surprised by Han's gentleness. She hadn't expect much out of him,
but the kiss was telling her he'd been around, and knew about love-making
and not just quick sex. She drew away, breaking the kiss softly, to turn to
Luke. "I don't think we could have found you a better tutor."

Unsure how to react to the more experienced passions he'd just witnessed,
Luke felt clumsy as she kissed him. He followed her lead, knowing she
wouldn't steer him wrong. When she drew away from him she smiled.

"Come on, Luke. I'll show you some of the other places to kiss," Han said
softly. "First..." He undid the end of the braids, pulling hairpins and
tossing them carelessly on the table.

Leia winced as big hands carded through her hair, catching on tangles.
Luke's hands joined them and he buried them deep in the chestnut mass to
pull her in for another kiss. This time, feeling more confident, he took
the lead.

"There you go. I knew you'd do fine." Han had sat up and lifted Leia to
sit on his lap. Luke sat up, facing her. "Let's see where else she likes
to be kissed, what d'you say?" He pulled her hair back and dropped small
kisses along one side of her neck. Luke followed suit on the other. Leia
stretched her throat skyward and moaned.

Four hands found her breasts almost simultaneously. Her nipples were hard
little columns and the men were quick to enjoy them. Han was warm skin at
her back, coarse hair on her shoulders, and a hard ridge pressing along the
cleft of her bottom. Luke was smooth heat at her front, trapping her,
igniting her.

Han shifted her to lie on her back, and they continued kissing. Her
shoulders fell victim to the burning lips that preyed upon her. The first
touch of a tongue on her nipple made her squirm against the sheets, and the
second that joined it sent her gasping into orgasm.

Luke was on firmer ground here. He kissed gently, sucking the whole nipple
into his mouth and adding more suction as he went. He glanced over to see
what Han was doing, and noticed he was merely using his tongue to flick back
and forth. Luke tried emulating the motion, but found he couldn't match
Han's speed.

Han, seeing his protege's attempt, slowed his own flicks to match Luke's.
Leia writhed beneath them. The hard little tip teased his lips, and got
harder with every stroke of his tongue. He closed his teeth, just barely,
on the nipple, and Leia climaxed again.

Luke saw the teeth and carefully tried it himself. He didn't want to hurt
her. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pressed him closer.

"Well, now we know that works for her. Try her inner arms. Some women are
very sensitive there." Han breathed hard on her wrist and licked a trail of
fire up the inside of her forearm. The elbow was kissed, just over the
faint blue veins, and light nips sprinkled along the soft flesh of her inner
arm. Leia was incoherent, but the twisting of her hips showed she liked it.
"Try it, kid."

Luke did the same, and this time, improved on his teacher by cupping the
breast he's just left, and pressing two fingers lightly on each side of the
nipple. Leia's moans were throatier than he'd expected.

The men stroked her stomach, and felt the taper of her waist before they
each lifted a leg over their outer shoulders and lay cheek to cheek, peering
into the eternal mystery of the female.

"Beautiful," Han said. "Look here, kid. Isn't that gorgeous? Like a red
hinli flower with dew on it."

Leia had regained her speech and laughed at him. "I'd heard Corellians were
poets."

"Pretty enough to deserve a kiss, don't you think, Luke?" Han was curbing
his language. Leia was no portside girl or cantina slut to be described in
his usual crudities. He suspected Luke would be shocked if he used the more
common terms.

"Kiss her? But that's me..." Luke was shocked at Han's suggestion.

"Her Wonderfulness has spent all evening being good to you, junior. It's
time you gave her something back." He leaned in and licked away a large
bead of the blended juices. "Back home, we call that ‘Lifewine.' Some
people think if you get enough of it, you'll never die. Watch, and I'll
show you how it's done."

Staying well back so Luke could see, Han ran the tip of his tongue in a
circular motion over the outer perimeter, then began a slow encroachment
toward the center, before plunging his tongue as deeply as he could into her
body. He buried his face in her, as if to devour her.

Not caring that Luke couldn't see what was going on, Han lost himself in the
soft wetness of the royal twat. She was wet and tasted so good. Her little
clit stood up at attention and begged him to suck on it. He obliged until
she buried her fingers in his hair and clutched him closer until he couldn't
breathe anything except the essence of Leia.

When she screamed, Han pulled back, his face wet with her nectar. "You
taste great, Princess. Give her a try, kid."

Driven by sudden curiosity, Luke leaned over and kissed Han, tasting Leia
and himself, but also something different there. Han allowed the
exploration for a moment before gently breaking it.

"I don't know what you've heard about Corellians, Luke, but tonight's for
teaching you about her. I'm just along to help out." Han leaned in closer
and licked away a droplet of Leia's juices that had smeared across Luke's
cheek. "There's plenty of time later for anything else you want to learn."

Han returned his attention to Leia, tracing a long loop around the perimeter
of her vulva, and coming to rest just over her clit. He flicked it lightly
and rapidly four times, wringing a lengthy moan from her.

"Try that move."

Luke did his best to repeat the motion, but the flicks were slower and
harder. Leia practically sobbed with need, flexing her thighs.

"Again. She liked that. See if you can bring her off once." Han
encouraged him.

"Luke," Leia managed, stroking his hair. "Kiss me."

Under the watchful eye of his tutors, he plunged in, trying to remember all
the maneuvers Han had shown him. This wasn't hard, he realized. It just
took finesse, like flying. Leia was soft and wet and tasted wonderful. The
way she pressed hard against his mouth, the steady moaning that sounded like
"more," the low encouraging murmur from Han, they all excited him, and he
started getting hard again.

Suddenly, Leia pushed him away, and lay panting. "Too much. Please, come
up." She opened her arms and the men moved in to lie on either side of her.

"Wearing you out, Princess?" Han asked. He looked over at Luke. "Some
women like you to kiss them afterward. Are you one, sweet--" Before he
could finish, Leia had tangled her hand in his hair and pulled him down.
Any other words were lost as her tongue filled his mouth, seeking all of her
own taste. Even when she let him up for air, her mouth wasn't idle. She
kissed her juices off of his cheeks, rasped her tongue over the faint beard
shadow and traced out the scar on his chin.

As she pulled Luke over to repeat it, Han gasped, "Guess that's a yes."
Luke's mouth fell pray to the same assault of tongue and lips. He had the
warning and the sense to breathe as she kissed him. Tempted, he ran a hand
down her body as she delved into the cleft of his chin, and when she came
back to kiss his mouth, he slid two fingers inside her at the same time her
tongue parted his lips.

Han, seeing his pupil had taken some initiative, joined him in the task.
When he penetrated her, Leia released Luke's mouth to kiss him. Luke
immediately kissed her neck, making her writhe under four hands and two
mouths.

She climaxed again, and then pressed the two men away from her. "I want you
inside me. Both of you. At the same time."

Luke looked confused. "Will we both fit?"

"I don't think that's what she means, kid." Han looked at her worriedly.
"It isn't, is it?"

"No. I will lie between you," she rolled to face Han, "like so.
Luke...that's right," she said as he wrapped himself around her, "You'll
take the back. Han, the front is yours this time."

"Sweetheart, I'm a little overexcited. I'm gonna go off like a nova the
second you touch me." Han pressed against her, letting her feel the
hardness of his cock against her belly. He ran one finger over her cheek
and lips. "I'd last better on a second round." He slipped one finger
in-between her parted lips and grinned when she licked it. "That's exactly
what I had in mind."

Leia squirmed out of Luke's embrace, and Han scooted around to sit with his
back against the headboard. Luke was very confused now.

"The back?" he asked.

"You can't take me dry, Luke," Leia explained as she knelt over Han's knees.
Luke's view was suddenly improved. He ran an exploratory finger along
the cleft of her butt, and tapped at the tight pucker that sat so invitingly
above the bright red mouth he'd just kissed.

"Exactly. I'm going to suck him, like I did for you, and you're going to
take me, and get all wet. I should be turned on enough." She stared
approvingly at Han's cock. He was larger than Luke, but not so big as to be
clumsy. They were proportional to their heights. This one would be more of
a mouthful, but he would feel so good inside her. She was glad it would be
Luke in the back. Han would be quite a reaming.

"Slow and easy, kid. You're not--ah!" Leia's mouth engulfed him, hot and
wet, "not trying to come." Delicacy was lost under the onslaught of
sensation. "Oh stars, Leia, that's good."

Luke knelt between Han's calves and slid carefully into the princess's cunt,
being slow and gentle. He didn't want to distract her and make her bite
Han, and he didn't want to climax himself. This new activity promised even
more education. She was wetter than a vaporator coil at collection time, and he felt himself gathering in the dew.

Han had both hands in Leia's hair, as she swirled her tongue under the
foreskin and down the shaft. Her mouth drove thought from him, drowning him
in sensation. Already close to the edge from the foreplay, he shot quickly
and without warning. She stopped moving and he felt her throat work as she
swallowed. She looked up at him, and with a smile dragged her tongue along
the underside of his cock to lick away the last droplets of come on the tip.

"Better?" she purred leaning back to sit on Luke's knees, burying him
completely inside her. Han's lopsided grin surfaced as he bent over to kiss
her.

"All kinds of better. You ready to go all night, your worship?"

From the look on her face she was, and she pulled away to lie on her side.
Luke curled into her back as they'd decided earlier.

"Quick, before you dry out, Luke," she urged.

He pressed the head of his cock against her tight asshole. Slowly, it
opened to him, and he pushed the head in. He felt it clench around him, and
saw the Princess was kissing Han again. Eyes wide, she let out a little
gasp as Luke entered, and Han stopped him with a hand on his hip.

"Let her get used to you, Luke. When she presses to take more, then go all
the way in."

She was tight, so very tight, and dry and hotter than her mouth. Luke was
glad of the respite. He slid one arm under Leia's neck and wrapped the
other over her waist. Han had slipped his under her waist and was using the
other to stroke her.

Leia rested in her lovers' arms as she slowly acclimated to Luke's entry.
She hadn't taken a lover this way for several months, and she was
uncomfortable. Finally the sting subsided and she pressed back, wanting
more of the electric friction that was arousing her beyond reason. It
crawled up her back, and tingled on her scalp. Her nipples hardened against
Han's chest, and she gasped her pleasure as he found them with his fingers.

Luke shoved as deeply as he could, burying himself in tight heat, wanting
more, all of this beautiful girl.

"More," she commanded, wrapping her hand around Han's still-hard cock, and
guiding him between her legs.

"Like this?" A single thrust planted him to the base. She climaxed around
them.

They lay in silence for a while, just feeling each other. The solid reality
of two cocks inside her left Leia well pleased. She had done her duty as a
tanihal. Luke had no more virginities to lose to a female lover. He was
perfect and sweet behind her, murmuring adoring words in her ear about how
beautiful she was, and how good she felt. She tipped her face back to kiss
him, and was even more pleased when he slid his tongue into her mouth
without being coaxed.

Han made a single thrust, before she stopped him with a leg draped over his
hip. Her hand came up and laid a finger across his lips, cajoling patience
while she kissed Luke.

Luke wasn't sure he could last. Leia's warmth, the tightness constricted
even further by Han's cock on the other side of the thin membrane, It was
all driving him to the edge of orgasm despite his having already come twice.

Han ran his hands over the petite princess in his arms. He'd been right,
she was fun. He drew her fingertip into his mouth and sucked on it as she
continued to kiss his friend. It was nice to just lie here, inside her
tight hole, Luke pressing against him and making it tighter. He was glad
the kid was a fast learner.

Leia brushed a final kiss over Luke's mouth and said "Move for me."

Han pulled out a little, and then slid back in as Luke pulled out. Back and
forth, back and forth, one in, one out, and all Leia could do between them
was gasp for air. Her hair draped over all three of them like a blanket,
and Luke stroked it out of his way, so he could kiss her neck and shoulder.
She was lost in a space where there was nothing but spiraling sensation,
orgasm piled on orgasm, until her senses exploded.

Han kissed her deeply as he made love to her. It had been a long time since
he'd played like this. Sex had become a matter of necessary release, to be
achieved quickly so he could get on with his business. Lovemaking had
almost fallen from his vocabulary. All it had taken to restore it was a
blue-eyed virgin and a spitfire princess. That sounded like some old legend
his grandad would have told him. He discarded the thought and concentrated
on the real woman in his arms. She was so hot. He'd never held a more
eager girl, or one so well-versed in all the skills.

Luke pressed in as deeply as he could, and Leia felt him pulsate against
her. He held her close, trying for as much skin contact as possible,
spreading this last orgasm over as much of his body as he could. "Sweet
Leia," he breathed in her ear. "Thank you. I love you."

Han had only a little more staying power, and he too thrust deep, and
stiffened against her. He said nothing but kissed her one last time, his
mouth soft against hers.

They remained inside her, holding her between them, as long as they could.
Luke was already snoring lightly before Han softened and slipped out. Leia
graced him with one last smile, curled her head into the hollow of his
shoulder and fell asleep. He kissed her forehead and tousled Luke's hair.
The trip back to Jabba could wait another day.

Sleep blanketed all three, and held no dreams.