Hope Reborn - Chapter 10

Luke was starting to wonder how Han had survived at all. In this life or the last. The life support systems, inertial dampeners, and even the water supply were in desperate need of attention. Thankfully, the first two were easily fixed, but the last was not. He was stuck on Yavin until the water tanks, filters, and distribution ports were cleaned, rinsed, and refilled.

An extra day wasn't too bad in the long run. Unfortunately, Leia had been in a constant state of movement and hadn't been able to visit again. The Rebellion started preparations to create another base in case they needed to relocate. He had to smile when they chose Hoth. At least this time they would have more time to prepare.

He spent his newly acquired free time taking an inventory of the ship. Even without a cache of smuggled goods there was plenty to go over. First, he arranged his new quarters more to his taste. Most of the old clothes were donated to the Rebellion. He found a couple of old blasters that he was able to get functional again. A simple fix to a holster tightened it enough to fit. He couldn't walk around with a lightsaber out in the open, so a blaster was the best bet for now. It didn't feel right to leave it on the ship though. Instead, he created a little loop inside a pouch on the holster belt that could hold it. That way it was close, but still hidden.

Once the clothes were cleared it was clear he needed some of his own. This time, he had packed up every article he owned before they left Tatooine. It was still only a couple changes of clothes that were made for hot climates. The Rebellion had provided an outfit for the ceremony that he planned to keep. It was nice, but not so much as to stand out.

His further thoughts were interrupted by a chime. Someone was at the outside airlock. Luke had discovered that the Falcon had a decent security network that had been neglected. All it took was a couple of new power cables and a reboot to get it back online. He flicked on the viewscreen to see it was Mon Mothma.

Mon Mothma entered the airlock as soon as the door opened. She wore a white dress that wrapped around her body to appear as though it was one long piece of fabric. It hissed for a moment before the inner portion allowed her to proceed. He decided to meet her at the door.

"Why do you have the ship sealed?" She arched a manicured eyebrow.

"The new filters need time to adjust to the flow." Luke shrugged as he led her deeper into the ship.

She appraised the interior with a critical eye.

"You are leaving." Mon Mothma stated.

"I can do more for the Rebellion out there." Luke answered once they reached the main hold.

Mon Mothma nodded.

"You don't seem surprised." Luke gave her an easy smile.

"I have heard tales of the Jedi." Mon Mothma returned with her own smile. "They appear, perform heroic deeds, and then move on."

Luke bobbed his head.

"Will you return?" She asked.

"Eventually." Luke replied. "There are people I need to find that can help fight against the Empire. I don't know if they will join the Rebellion, but I think I can convince them to take action."

"Oh?" Mon Mothma took a seat on the curved bench. "Such as?"

Luke joined her. She glided closer to him. Her fingers began to play with his hair along the base of his skull. Luke sighed, it felt nice.

"I can't say." Luke answered.

Mon Mothma pressed her body against his. Her breasts were snugly pressed to his ribs. She pouted as her other hand began to stroke along his thigh. Luke shifted closer and she rested her head on his shoulder.

"You know." She was close enough for her breath to brush along his neck. "They say children from Jedi are powerful in the force. Even more so if it's both parents."

"It's a little early to talk about children." Luke laughed. "We've only spoken twice."

"There are other tales of the Jedi." Mon Mothma teased.

"Such as?" Luke asked.

"The seeds of hope were not the only kind they planted." Mon Mothma raked her teeth along his neck once she finished speaking.

The brief thought of other siblings flashed in the back of his mind. It was banished as Mon Mothma climbed atop him to straddle his lap.

"I do not ask you to stay to raise the child." Mon Mothma met his gaze. "I simply ask." She ground her crotch against his. "No, I beg you to fill my womb with your seed."

It was the duty of a Jedi to help the people.

Mon Mothma slid off his lap. She released the pin on her shoulder that held her dress together. It unwound to expose her surprisingly athletic form. He hadn't expected much from a politician, but her stomach was firm and flat. Her tear-drop breasts were capped with pink oval nipples that hardened as they were exposed to the air. He followed the lines of her body to find the apex of her lower lips bare.

"Mmm." Luke grunted.

She held her hand out to him. The confident smile on her face slipped for a moment to reveal a brief flash of shyness and uncertainty. Luke took her hand as he stood. He gazed at her through hooded eyes. A quick motion swept her off her feet and to his arms.

Mon Mothma let out a little squeak as she found herself being held in a bridal carry. A cute blush colored her cheeks. She buried her face in his neck. Luke let his hands wander as he carried her to his new quarters. Her legs were smooth. Her ass was a nice handful with more squish than he had expected.

Luke set her on the bed. She scrambled into the middle of the cushion to watch as he got undressed. Her hungry eyes roamed over his body. She gasped as his pants dropped to the floor. He could help but smirk. That was something he would never get tired of.

He crawled onto the bed. She spread her legs wide enough to allow him to get closer. Her eyebrows rose as he stopped when his face aligned with her pink lips. A small amount of wetness waited for him. He needed to change that.

His tongue trailed from the bottom to the top of her slit in a quick flick. She let out a shocked cry.

"What are you-?" Her voice cut off as his tongue took action once more.

He used the flat of his tongue to lap at her lips. She let out a low moan when the tip of his tongue found her clit. He smiled at her. She met his gaze with a bewildered sheen to her eyes. The brief pause was all he gave her before he circled and teased the sensitive nub.

Her back arched as one of his fingers explored her lips. She let out a short, high scream as it penetrated her. Luke slowed his attention on her clit. His focus shifted to the noises she made as he worked his finger back and forth. She was incredibly tight. He kept his movements steady as he felt her shudder against him. Luke added another finger. Her legs clamped against the side of his head.

Her body went limp as her orgasm faded.

"Please." She whispered. "Please. I need you."

Luke straightened up. He tapped the top of her slit with the head of his cock. She gasped at the contact. They locked eyes as he dragged the crown along her entrance. She flexed her hips in a desperate attempt to get him inside.

He eased the tip of his cock in. Her eyes fluttered as he slowly sank deeper. She shuddered out a breath as his cock bottomed out inside of her. Her lovely breasts bounced from the movement. Luke leaned forward to take one of her nipples between his lips. Her body shuddered once more as he began to suck on one of her nipples. She squeaked as trapped the little nub between his teeth.

Mon Mothma began to rock against him. A shiver ran through along her body as a small orgasm surprised her. She felt the bed lurch a moment before her legs were raised up to rest on his shoulders. Her body shook as she could feel his entire length as he pulled back. He paused when only the head of his cock remained inside of her.

Luke snapped his hips forward.

Mon Mothma let out a formless scream as he repeated the motion. His pace increased. He slammed his cock hard and deep into her. It felt like he was going to pound her through the bed. A loud clap of their bodies echoed through the ship with each thrust.

Her legs went rigid against his shoulder as her body shook underneath him. Luke groaned as her pussy desperately tried to milk his cock. Her orgasm took him by surprise. It pushed him over the edge. He tightened his grip on her hips as he drove as deep as he could. They moaned at the same time as he filled her with seed.

Luke looked down at her with a pleasant smile on his face. Mon Mothma stared back at him with a fuck-drunk expression. He started to slowly rock back and forth to make sure not a drop of his seed was wasted.

He kissed her calf as he let her legs slip from his shoulders.

"I hope that lived up to the tales." Luke smiled at her.

She nodded between deep breaths.