Not so Hott Star Wars Jabba the Hutt

[Vintagedarling]

(So i know nothing about Star Wars but Jabba the Hutt kinked me with his wide weirdly misshaped nostrils that were always wet -So here’s just a mini fill in interaction that ive wanted *Warning: Slave Leia concept)

 

 

She’d lost count how many times the chain had slackened, giving false hope that the overseeing lord had fallen asleep. As the scented smoke dissipated heavy puffs of foul air changed her mind. Looking up over her shoulder Leia found Jabba’s eyes closed, mouth ajar as his nose oozed. Leia couldn’t resist finally easing the rigidness from her posture melting comfortably back into the unfortunate mound of her captor. His cool damp flesh made her gasp his staying at ease, unbothered by her presence.

At least that’s what Leia had thought until the chain keeping her captive tightened, dragging her up. Leia’s nearly bare backside slid against Jabba’s abdomen with a slick ease, though she squirmed with resistance the futility of it clear with the laughter rolling along her echoed by the laughter of Jabba’s pet Kowakian seated comfortably at the edge of the dais.

Droplets of spittle speckled her face making Leia grimace. Jabba’s tongue languidly moistened his lips before extending in her direction. Weeks of taking the disgusting appendage licking her Leia had had enough as the tip made contact her cheek her hand shot out to shove away at Jabba face. However to her dismay the massive head didn’t budge but seemed to envelop her hand with a squelching sound.

 

“G’hgnX’Hht—“

 

Furiously worried her hand had been captured in the Hutt’s mouth Leia looked to Jabba, his tongue parallel with her arm as her hand vanished into one of his sloping nostrils.

Jabba’s serpentine eyes blinked taking on a teary sheen.

Slipping her hand easily back out of the pulsing cavern, Leia ordered, “Release me!” The release she got however was not of the hold the Hutt had on her but rather of a wet one released upon her.

 

The laughter of Salacious B. Crumb and clanking of chains were the only noises in the room to occupy Jabba’s perception besides the cloying need of his nose.

 

Held flush against him, Leia felt Jabba shake and swell again. With the Hutt on the verge of another sneeze this time Leia did her best to shield herself and covered what she could of his oddly formed nostrils. The second sneeze was just as messy but had been limited in its projection. Frowning Leia pulled her hands back, revealing Jabba’s wet face, covered even more in saliva and mucus. Jabba held her to his chest but Leia’s lips remained pursed together, if the Hutt keeping her hostage thought she’d offer a polite comment he’d be mistaken, and he must’ve come to the same conclusion as her feet touched the dais again.

[FoolsGold]

great story!