"We're coming out of hyperspace now," Jacen flipped the overhead switches and pulled back on a long, silver handle to the right of his steering column, gradually powering down the hyperdrive. "We haven't received any threats thus far, so at least we won't get blasted to pieces when we arrive. Hopefully."
"Good. That means there's no going back now," Leia smiled at her worried son, loosening the zipper of her padded white jumpsuit as she unbuckled herself and stood. "It looks like we're both committed to this. Once the orbital monitors notice this ship, there will be no room to change our minds."
"I still think we should reconsider while we still have time," Jacen watched the swirling column of blinding blue light slowly fade, and the stars contracted and returned to their natural state. "You've done some dangerous things before, but this is really pushing it. Even Jaina thinks this is a step too far, and she's more of a dare-devil in the cockpit than dad is. We could be making a terrible decision here."
"Danger would have been my middle name if my father had his way," Leia pulled back her tunic and draped it over the back of her seat, bending over to undo the straps of her black walking boots. "Besides, if you think this is pushing it, then you should hear about what I got up to during the early years of the Rebellion. My skills and talents go beyond politics, I can tell you that."
"Mom, could you be serious for a while?" Jacen groaned, darkening the windscreen when a glowing orange orb came into view; Nar Shaddaa. "We avoid Hutt space for_good reason, the laws of the New Republic are meaningless out here. What you're planning on doing is suicide if you're caught. Or worse. The Hutts aren't exactly known for enjoying having the wool pulled over their eyes."
"Then I won't get caught, just as long as we both remiain calm and remember why we're doing this," Leia winked, sliding off her boots, standing up to work her tight pants down, revealing her silky smooth legs. "Undercover operations used to be my specialty, Winter can attest to that."
"Winter can attest to a lot of things," Jacen watched Leia from the corner of his eye, seeing her strip down until she was clad in little more than a set of black lingerie, consisting of a sheer thong and a strapless bra that cupped her bust. Even in her early forties, Leia still possessed the beauty of a woman half her age, and a body that remained as youthful as ever. "But she isn't here right now, which is probably a good thing given how you two always bring out the worst in each other. She might have gone along with this plan without question, or joined in knowing her. But I have my doubts. Many of them."
"Which is why I love to have you with me more than anyone else. I need to have a voice of reason around every so often to keep me in check. When things appear as if they're going to go off the tracks, I can trust you to pull me back from the brink," Leia padded over to the cockpit door and pointed at the flashing light on the console's com-link. "You deal with that, and I'll get myself ready before we land. It's important that I make a good first impression."
"I still don't like it," Jacen grumbled, hovering a finger over the dial for the com-link. "You're putting yourself in unnecessary danger."
"You sound so much like Luke did when he was younger, all the more reason for me to have someone level-headed by my side," Leia chuckled and leaned against the pilot's seat, brushing Jacen's hair with her pink-painted nails, brushing his messy mop of hair. "Honestly, you can trust me. I know what I'm doing. Well, mostly."
"I hope you're right," Jacen looked up and met Leia's twinkling brown eyes, softening considerably when she gave him a smile that was full of motherly warmth. "I don't want to have to come in swinging with my lightsaber just because you ended up finding yourself enslaved by a Hutt. Again."
"My ordeal with Jabba was a long time ago, back when I still believed that I could take on the galaxy and come out unscathed. I've grown wiser since then, I can handle myself this time," Leia rolled her eyes, leaning down to plant a kiss on Jacen's cheek, leaving a wet pink print of her lips. "But thank you, truly. You'll make a fine Jedi Master when the time comes. But for now, I'd answer that call, Flyboy. Otherwise this whole debate will be rendered pointless if they decide to hit us with their surface cannons."
"Alright. But promise that you'll take the time to rethink some parts of this plan, or all of it." Jacen waited for his mom to depart before activating the link, watching a hologram shimmer and form the shape of a corpulent Twi'lek, dressed in the most garishly flamboyant robe Jacen had ever seen. "Pel Loikin."
"Ah, is that you, Micchi?" Pel's lips curled back, revealing two rows of sharpened teeth, deliberately filed down to give the Twi'lek a more predatory look. "I thought so, you're right on time. Did you have a good trip? Nothing too arduous?"
"Not unless you consider a run-in with a Trandoshan slaver gang as being arduous," Jacen replied, banging his fist on the main console when the instruments played up. "The sleemos almost wrecked the ship, I think they were trying to board us."
"Maybe they found out about your precious cargo," Pel ran his tongue between his sharpened teeth, his unsettling grin clearly visible on the shimmering projection of his ugly visage. "Tell me, how is Lasia? My master has spoken of nothing else but her ever since we made the arrangements to bring her to his brothel, he's never laid eyes on a human of such beauty. Opek's mighty tail quivers whenever someone so much as utters her name."
"Lasia's just getting ready now, she wants to make sure she's as presentable as possible for your master," Jacen said, biting his tongue, sticking to the script that his mother had provided. "She has also spoken of nothing but Opek the Hutt, the stories of his prowess as a lover are legendary, even in the Core."
He skilfully hid the revulsion he felt as he talked about his mother as though she was nothing more than a common Courscanti street whore, ready to be bought and sold. Unfortunately, for Jacen the nature of Leia's disguise meant that it was quite close to the reality of the situation. Jacen knew in his heart that he couldn't blame his mother for being so casual about using her body as a tool, especially when the cause was a worthy one. But nothing could quite shake the bitterness of it.
"Wonderful news. Between you and I, there are many of us who have also been awaiting her arrival in near agony. Some of the employees have saved their entire month's wage to use as a down payment just to have the chance of taking that schutta to bed before the degenerates and common dregs get their claws and hands on her," Pel couldn't conceal his brimming glee, and it was enough to make Jacen wish that he could snap the Twi'lek's neck with a simple twitch of his fingers. "It goes without saying that my master will claim her first, it's Opek's right as owner of the club to try out the new girls before anyone else. It helps to separate the real credit-makers from the girls who aren't up to the task. If they can't last the evening with my master, then they aren't worth keeping around."
"I can only hope that Lasia is everything I've built her up to be, I don't want to run the risk of offending your master in the event that he finds her underwhelming," Jacen said, knowing it was unlikely that any male would find his mom to be underwhelming in the least bit. "Ideally, I want to establish a long-term relationship with Opek and his associates."
"You will, in time," Pel waved to a figure that Jacen couldn't see, though he could determine what order was given when the surface cannons stopped targeting the ship. "Apologies, our security systems have been too keen as of late. The Banking Clan chased some of their debtors here last month, and if there's one thing that the Hutts will never tolerate on Nar Shaddaa, it's the harassment of potential customers. And bankers."
"Don't worry, I've had worse run-ins than this," Jacen said, still wrestling with the faulty controls, forced to transfer power from the weapons array to the sublight thrusters. "Do I have permission to land?"
"Absolutely. Opek's Den, docking bay twelve, it's on the eastern side of the main compound. We all look forward to meeting you in person."
"I'm sure you are," Jacen muttered darkly as he shut off the link, knowing the Twi'lek was more interested in meeting his 'cargo.'
Jacen considered pulling back on the controls and making the jump to lightspeed, wondering what sort of trouble he would be in with his mom if he decided to flee and bring a premature end to the mission. But he made a promise, and he was a Jedi of his word.
Once he received a message confirming his security clearance, Jacen tipped the nose of his battered and blaster-scorched Taylander shuttle, cutting through the smoggy atmosphere that enveloped much of Nal Hutta's largest moon. He remained vigilant and relied on the force to guide him as he flew blindly, unable to trust his sensors to alert him to the presence of any other vessels that also happened to occupy the green fog. Breaking from the dense clouds, Jacen soared over the industrial estates that covered much of the surface of the moon, weaving between tall smoke stacks the size of skyscrapers.
"Judging by the fact that we haven't been blown into a million pieces, I take it that our cover hasn't been blown?" Leia's voice streamed from one of the speakers on the ship's main console.
"They bought it," Jacen replied, listing to the right to avoid a true beast of an excavator as it trundled by, spooling up its circular cutting tool. "In fact, I don't think they even bothered to do their due diligence, not after you sent those holo-photos to them last week. Do I want to know what those photos depicted you doing that whipped them into such a frenzy?"
"Probably not. Beauty always has a way of blinding men, more so when they realise that the beauty in question can be all theirs for a modest fee," Leia laughed, unable to see the uncomfortable look on Jacen's face. "When you discover how to harness a male's fantasy and use it to your advantage, there's no limit to what you can get away with."
"We should be landing shortly," Jacen replied, tightening his fingers around the handles of the steering column.
"Good, I'm almost ready," Leia said, letting out a feminine grunt. "If I can get these kriffing shoes on. I'm in good shape, but I'm not quite as flexible as I once was."
Jacen left the industrial estate behind and raced across the sprawling city below, squinting to block out the colorful lights and towering holographic projections that could be found wherever he looked. Nar Shaddaa was the jewel of the Hutt Empire, a place where everything was permitted and nothing was off-limits, so long as it never undermined the iron-clad rule of the Hutts. There were casinos as far as the eye could see, joined by countless establishments that were designed to cater to every desire and addiction imaginable, embracing debauchery to the fullest.
For someone like Jacen, who spent most of his life among the shimmering glass towers that blanketed the uppermost levels of Coruscant, Nar Shaddaa was a dump. It was the last place anyone such as his mother should be within ten light years of, and he hated that he had to be the one to deliver to the hive of iniquity.
Jacen honed in on the platform, framed by flashing neon lights, left completely clear for their arrival. He shut the engines off and lowered the ship using the thrusters alone, lowering the landing gear as he expertly guided the ship down. His borrowed clunker was hardly comparable to the Falcon, and even a pilot of Jacen's caliber couldn't prevent it from landing heavily, jerking him in his seat as the hydraulics of the landing gear faltered.
"The sooner I can get rid of this hunk of junk, the better," Jacen unlocked his safety harnesses and climbed out of his seat, quietly activating the auto-turrets just in case things went sideways. A wise man never let his guard down around the Hutts, no matter how genial and welcoming they appeared on the surface.
He left the cockpit behind and walked briskly in the direction of the main communal area, checking to see whether the weapons he had stashed away were still in their proper hiding places, along with his lightsaber. Reassured by their presence, Jacen prepared to walk over to the controls for the landing ramp, only to be stopped dead in his tracks by the appearance of his mother.
From the moment she stepped onto the galactic stage, Princess Leia Organa became a woman desired by every male that laid eyes on her, coveted by all. Age and motherhood had done little to lessen her famous figure, and the spirit of rebellion was as potent as ever. But as Leia stood before Jacen -- dressed in clothes more befitting of a cheap courtesan instead of the regal gowns that usually graced her slender form -- he could suddenly understand why Opek and his sycophants so riled up. She wore a pink synthex micro-dress, matched by a pair of hot-pink, six-inch plastex heels that elevated her well above her naturally diminutive height.
Her hair -- usually held in tight buns or ceremonial braids -- tumbled freely over her shoulders and back, teased to give it a post-coital look, with white highlights cutting through the silky chestnut waves. Cheap plastex hoop earrings dangled from her ears, similar in design to the thick bangles sat around her wrists. Leia's lashes were lengthened and painted jet-black, bringing out her chocolate-brown eyes in exquisite fashion. Had any other woman donned such an ensemble, it would have been the definition of trashy. But Leia Organa-Solo was in a class of her own, leaving Jacen unable to rip his eyes away from her.
"It's not what you were expecting, is it?" Leia paraded around the communal area, swinging her hips as she tried to acclimatize to her staggering footwear. Having only ever seen his mom wearing gowns made by some of the galaxy's most in-demand fashion designers, Jacen was taken aback by how at ease she seemed. "Do you think it will cause a stir?"
"It'll cause a riot," Jacen shook his head, snapping himself out of his trance. But clarity only lasted for a moment before Jacen again lost focus, not-so-subtly following his mother as she paced around the ship. "I've never seen you wear anything like this before. You know, apart from..."
"My slave bikini?" Leia asked, bringing a deep red blush to Jacen's cheeks. Jacen had stumbled upon a set of incredibly fuzzy holo-photos that had been salvaged from the wreckage of Jabba's palace, some of which featured Leia sprawled out across the Hutt's dais. One depicted her heavenly form pressed up against her 'Master's' oily body, receiving a slithery stroke across her cheek and neck by his rancid tongue. Luckily for Leia, the files containing the more explicit images had been damaged beyond repair by the inferno. "If you really want to know, Winter helped me to put it all together."
"Why am I not surprised?" Jacen rolled his eyes. "Like I said, Winter has always been a bad influence on you."
"What can I say? Maybe I like bad influences?" Leia responded with a saucy grin, assessing the judgemental look on Jacen's face. "You still don't think this is a good idea? Jacen, everything has been planned out meticulously, I promise you that nothing will go wrong."
"I understand the need to smash any trafficking rings we come across, more so when it concerns the Hutts kidnapping women from New Republic territory," Jacen said, never one to turn down the opportunity to take the Hutts head-on. "But we have countless agents who are willing and fully equipped to take on missions like this. This isn't the Rebellion, you don't need to debase yourself like this."
"Correct. I don't have to, I want to. The new trafficking laws are constantly being blocked from passing by certain factions in the Senate, and negotiations can only take me so far. Action needs to be taken, and Force knows how much I've missed getting my hands dirty," Leia crossed her arms, tipping her head. "From what I heard, Pel and his men are quite eager to meet me. And Opek wants nothing more than to ravage me and push my body beyond its limit. Am I right?"
"Yes," Jacen answered tersely.
"And it burns you to know that within the next few hours, your mother is going to become the personal plaything of Opek. Once again, Leia Organa will be owned body and soul by a Hutt," Leia determined, able to feel Jacen's anger, and his arousal. "He'll take me in any way he likes, use me like any other girl that ends up in his clutches."
"Yes," Jacen gritted his teeth, closely watching his mother as she strolled towards him, feeling the blood rushing to his manhood.
"Doesn't it turn you on to know how much of a schutta your mother truly is?" Leia whispered into Jacen's ear once she was close enough, cupping his swelling cock through his leather pants. "That beneath the formal gowns and her respectable facade, there's a whore that needs to be taken? To be treated no differently from the women you see in those holo-pornographic vids?"
"Yes!" Jacen hissed, dropping his head, hungrily pecking her neck with his lips, running them up to her jawbone.
"Then I think you're forgetting something," Leia pushed him away, backing up until she reached one of the spare cots that sat among the storage containers. She sat down and rolled onto her side, brushing her thigh with her hand, hooking a finger under the hem of her short skirt. "Your mother isn't here. Lasia is. I expect to be paid for my services."
"Then it's fortunate that I have this with me," Jacen reached into his pocket and withdrew an Osmiridium credit token, tossing it at 'Lasia.'
"That'll do it," Leia caught the token and positioned herself on her back, raising her legs so she could pull her thong away and toss them to the ground. "It looks like you get to be the first man on Nar Shaddaa to bed me."
"We'd better hope that Opek doesn't find out then," Jacen strode over to the cot and released his cock from his pants. The twenty-year-old jumped onto the bed and forcefully deposited himself between Leia's legs, slapping his cock against her labia, wiping his pre-cum along her slit. "The only thing he loves more than women is coming up with elaborate ways to torture those who slight him."
"Then we'll have to make this our little secret, I want to make a good first impression for my new employer," Leia moved Jacen's hand away and lovingly held his throbbing cock, cooing as she settled the tip against her opening and pushed it inside. "How does it feel?"
"Incredible," Jacen clenched his teeth and sank into Leia's sex, jerking when her silky walls suddenly contracted and squeezed his fleshy organ. He stopped at certain intervals, relishing the tingling that surged throughout his body. "I'm still tempted to take off again and keep you all to myself."
"How very greedy of you," Leia laced her legs around Jacen and forced him to inject the entirety of his thick cock, guiding him in and out at a gradual pace. It didn't take long for Jacen to move of his own accord, rolling his hips in a smooth fashion, feeding his cock into his mom's tight tunnel methodically. "But I don't blame you, I've always had this effect on men."
"My only regret is that I waited this long to do this, I should've activated the autopilot and dragged you to bed for the duration of the journey. It would have helped to calm my nerves, that's for certain," Jacen gripped the frame of the bed and accelerated his thrusting, discarding any sense of gentleness in favour of a more animalistic approach, crashing down in a way that tested the limits of the cot. He crushed her lips with his and gave her the most intense kiss of his life, pistoning his hips with overwhelming force. "That Hutt doesn't deserve to be in the same star system as you. Let alone in the same bed."
"Sadly, you have to gain a Hutt's trust before you can throw a chain around his neck and strangle the life out of him." Leia spoke from experience, the memories from her time in Jabba's Palace only served to trigger the churning arousal within her, released from its dormancy after so long. Leia clutched her son's shoulders and fought him throughout their coupling, determined not to be outdone by him. "Kriff me! You never hold back when you're dealing with a schutta! You make her yours!"
"That's exactly what I intend to do," Jacen stiffened and lashed an arm around his mother's thin waist, plowing her womanhood with monstrous force, but remained cautious enough to not risk ruining the disguise she spent so much time putting together. Once he was in position, Jacen surged and hammered away without pause or delay, egged on by Leia's walls as they massaged his sliding cock. "You are unbelievable!"
"I know," Leia purred, lifting her head to catch Jacen's lips once more, immediately twirling her tongue around his, massaging the back of his neck with her painted nails.
They eventually moved in near-perfect unison with one another, rolling their bodies back and forth as they gained momentum. Jacen felt obligated to give Leia everything he could, overwhelmed by the sensation of her silky hole squeezing and relaxing around his thrusting manhood. Jacen found an almost wild expression on Leia's comely face, unlike anything he had ever seen from her before. The cot strained under the weight of Jacen's thrusts, losing a few screws as he drove his cock deep into Leia's hot tunnel.
"You're close, I can feel you twitching," Leia shut her eyes and moved her body with abandon, biting her lip with every stroke of Jacen's cock. She kept her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, leaving no space for him to move away when the time came. "I want you to finish inside me!"
"Then I shouldn't waste time, I don't want to risk you changing your mind," Jacen drove his cock powerfully, tapping into the force to provide him with just enough stamina to help reach the finish line. Finally, his testicles tightened and shot their frothy load deep into Lisa's cervix, and Jacen aggressively filled his mother to the brim, marking his territory in the most primal way imaginable. Eventually, once there was little left to give, Jacen collapsed and opted for a more romantic moment, kissing Leia in a way only a lover could, staring tenderly into her eyes. "Anakin would kill me if he knew what we just did."
"It's a good thing that he has Winter to keep him distracted," Leia joked, refusing to release her legs from Jacen's waist, linking her heels firmly together. She kissed her son slowly and intimately, brushing his cheek with her perfectly manicured fingers. "I know you're worried about me, and I appreciate your concern. But I'll be fine. I promise you."
"I just hate the idea of having to stand back and let you put yourself at such risk," Jacen sighed, softening when Leia shot him a bright smile.
"It's not a risk when you have such a handsome, powerful Jedi Knight watching over you," Leia reminded him. "Ready to strike when he's needed."
"When you put it like that, I guess not," Jacen grinned.
"But the time to strike won't come if we stay here all day." Leia released Jacen and slid off his cock. Rising from the cot, she quickly cleansed her sex, removing any traces of Jacen's seed from her body. Leia pulled her thong back on and approached the door, holding her finger over the switch that would extend the landing ramp. "Are you ready?"
"No." Jacen zipped himself back up and stuffed a blaster into his holster, driven mad by the sight of nis mother as she stood before him, a goddess in every possible sense. He wanted nothing more than to grab her and pull her back onto the cot, determined to never let her go ever again as they made love. "But I don't have much of a choice."
"We've always got a choice in life, this one just happens to be mine." Leia shared one last kiss with Jacen, entwining her tongue with his as they waited for the ramp to lower. A metallic thud broke them apart, and Leia morphed into Lasia the very second the door shot open. "I love you, Jacen."
"I know."
Jacen laid an arm against the frame of the door, watching from a distance as his mother strode down the ramp and sauntered over to the oversized Hutt, sharing an embrace with Opek. One way or another, Jacen vowed to be the one who would wipe the smug look off Opek's face -- permanently.