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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.

Leia felt all the eyes upon her. The gazes of his friends watching her, no doubt they coveted her in so many ways and seeing her in what passed for a dress, they were openly gawking at her breasts as she passed them and then at her ass and legs in the short skirt. His closest allies, in this new era free of Palpatine’s reign, these criminal kingpins would still talk, in that silence the only thing she could hear were the clacking of her heels with her steps and their low laughter as they beheld her. But there would be no proof any of it was true, as far as the galaxy was concerned, she and Xizor had both died on the Death Star with the emperor. That didn’t matter, the rumors would spread throughout the galaxy and Black Sun’s prestige in the criminal underworld would only grow. Just another one of the Falleen prince’s many plans.

Standing beside him, he looked straight into his eyes. His skin was rose colored, she had only begun to figure out what he could do to her, and everytime he used her, he was just as red then as he was now. Leia felt his power wash over her igniting raw craving in her flesh even as she herself was steadfast and resolute on agreeing to this arrangement for only one reason. She hated her memories of him using her, bringing her to wanton satisfaction, only as soon as he was gone, cold clarity returned to her, making her feel violated. And yet deep down she knew that what he would do to her would feel very good even as she hated him. She knew that feeling of pure and frenzied bliss better than anything else she had ever known.

Vows were read by the hunched over old Twi’lek man in attendance. An official for this wedding, he was in truth just another criminal in Black Sun’s employ. Xizor barely paid attention to any of what was said, only agreeing when it was time for him to speak. Looking down into her eyes in that little outfit he had personally selected, he had secret cameras in the walls watching them here as he had in his palace on Coruscant. That wonderful abode was no doubt being ransacked by both the new republic he helped in secret much to his joy as he would ravage one woman alone in secret and as much as he hated it, the new empire headed by his worst enemy. So many precious treasures in his palace no doubt lost forever. But here plotting in secret aboard his skyhook, he would be stronger than ever. And his greatest trophy was standing before him.

“Leia,” he said. “It’s your turn.”

She had heard it, she didn’t need to be reminded. Closing her eyes, she took a long breath, her thoughts blowing about in her mind.

Please refuse. You have to think of Luke, of Han! This isn’t the way. You know it. He used you, he cannot be trusted! You...

“I do.”

The hunched over old Twi’lek man nodded and smiled. Nodding and smiling as though this were a real wedding, he was ready to say something. But Xizor didn’t wait for that, wouldn’t do that. His hands were on Leia’s naked shoulders and with her body addled by his power she barely stifled a moan as he grabbed her so roughly his nails bore down into her skin, her whole body was electric with her desires. Staring into his eyes, his handsome face only grew closer, not once did he look away. No longer even able to put on the appearance of a fight, she closed her eyes.

And then he was kissing her. No longer his secret mistress to use when he visited alliance bases away from the eyes of the empire, now she was his wife for real. A princess for a prince.

The heat of desire burned in her as soon as she had first seen him here at the altar. As her body had become inflamed when he first took her so long ago with her unaware and unable to protect herself against his power, so would it now at this political sham of a wedding. The way he was slowly brushing his mouth on hers looked so innocent but his pheromones activated, his intentions were wholly impure and she knew it. So gentle, it made her heart flutter. Before she knew it, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and she hated just how easily she parted her lips to welcome it. Her body was not nearly as ambivalent.

The onlookers gathered were clapping. He wasn’t so gentle anymore. Between his pheromones burning inside of her and his sheer aggression, she had to kiss him back just as fast. Very loud, she knew that to the onlookers in this scandalous outfit she must have looked like a stupid little slut for their boss’ amusement. She felt like it too, her nipples were perking up on end in the little top barely covering her breasts and there was a hot wetness brewing in her panties.

As each heated second passed of them in that lewd wedding kiss, Leia expected him to abandon all restraint and ravage her in front of his allies, no longer a secret as he had in all their other sordid encounters. But each second he only remained on his best behavior, and as his soft palms and long claws massaged her bare shoulders in tandem with his tongue scouring deep inside her mouth, the raw gnawing in her flesh only grew worse. Dark memories of him using her time and time again were electric in her brain and soon there was only anticipation in her heart of what was to come after this wedding kiss. Their nuptials would no doubt be as passionate as the relations between these two had always been.

Finally his lips parted from hers. Leia turned away from him instantly but Xizor could still see the desire marked on her face. No sign of fight anymore upon her beautiful expression, her lips were swollen and her pupils dilated. Her bosom was moving in and out with her excited breaths and he could see her nipples poking out against the transparent top, red and erect with need. No doubt there was something else going on under that skirt of hers too. The perfect beginning for his beautiful new wife.

And the true glory was yet to come. Looking at his onlookers, Xizor smiled and held up his hand. “It has been a wonder to share this moment with you my friends. But I must share my nuptials with my bride.” He chuckled and there was much laughter from his friend too. Snatching her hand, Xizor walked forth and Leia walked forward without a step of hesitation.

That night in his bed in his personal chamber in his skyhook, as soon as the door was shut behind them, the newly wedded couple engaged in their passions for each other. Standing tall, he bade her to undress him as a wife should do with her husband. Xizor felt her hands nervously and shakily begin to disrobe him, under his influence Leia could not begin to stifle her desire for him, not even in her mind and he knew it. What a wonderful night it would be.

Looking at him, Leia’s mind was still her own. Nowhere near as helpless with desire as she had been every other time he used her, she stood behind him undoing all of his groom’s wear. But her body betrayed her, surging with need to feel the forbidden touch of this monster once again. There so close to the four moons of Coruscant, his muscular body becoming naked to her eyes as she took off his clothes shone scarlet in the lunar shine. She could not begin to deny how wonderful he looked to her. How much she needed him. The great spinal ridges on his back were a product of his species’ reptilian ancestry and yet now she could only think they looked so powerful. Her mind still active whispered for her to still fight, but she did not.

Xizor was of much the same opinion. As soon as her gentle hands from behind began to undo the front of his pants, he clasped her hands and then moved them down, getting them off that much faster. Then he turned to look at her with a predator’s gleam in his slitted reptilian eyes. He took off her little wedding dress so fast that he almost tore it off and cast it aside to the floor.

Pushing her down onto the bed he gazed at her. So beautiful under the moonlight, he saw the look in her eyes, how she wanted him perhaps now more than ever. Her naked body under his own, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, couldn’t keep his mouth to himself either, kissing and nibbling all over her naked body and she writhed and twisted in her euphoria. The pride of the Jedi and the slayer of the emperor, she wailed for him as his mouth ate her alive, her succulent breasts pulsing in his mouth and her sweet slender neck from where her voice erupted in want. Xizor knew this was no act.

And he was eager for more. His penis all too easily sank into her wet pussy. This wedding night was not the first time that Xizor had enjoyed the last princess of Alderaan but she was so much more tight and wet than ever before. It was no problem for him to pump deep inside of her and enraptured in sinful pleasure, she moved back just as hard.