Rey Lets The Wookie Win

The Senate's main rotunda was abuzz, packed to the brim with representatives from across the galaxy and the well-to-do of Coruscant, all gathered to mark the anniversary of the Final Order's defeat, and the definitive end of Emperor Palpatine. Naturally, the glitz and glamor on display brought the press out in force, all competing to snap the best holo-images of the galaxy's wealthiest and most influential figures. Most senators of the restored Republic were in attendance, convening a celebratory session to commemorate the work of those who fought and died to restore democracy following the devastation of the Hosnian system.

Chewbacca marched through the halls of the Senate, listening to the cheers and distant fireworks beyond the thick walls of the ancient structure, unable to shake the eerie similarity to the jubilation witnessed after the fall of the Empire. Witnessing the fall and rise of governmental bodies became a tiresome routine for Chewie over the course of a half-century. He battled the droid army during their attempted invasion of Kashyyyk, only to have his home world fall under occupation of the very peacekeepers that had fought alongside him. Though he always avoided discussing it, Chewbacca had experienced more in a quarter of his life than most beings did in the entirety of theirs, enduring more loss than he could ever begin to count.

Using his knowledge of the building, Chewbacca avoided the areas he knew were likely bustling with attendees, grumbling darkly to himself as he inspected his arms, combing his thick fur as best he could. Grooming himself for formal events never stopped being a peculiar routine for the Wookie, it always left him wondering why humans and other mostly hairless species were so adamant about him tidying up his mass of scruffy brown fur. Even after decades of living among humans, the practice was no less strange than it had been following his departure from Kashyyyk so long ago. Chewie decided it was easier to just go along with their odd habits.

To mark the fifth anniversary of the Battle of Exegol, the reconstituted Republic had organized a fly past that consisted of the ships that had been instrumental in both the battle, featuring a parade of heavy cruisers and civilian freighters that had answered the call when the battle seemed lost. Naturally, the parade of fighters would be led by the Millenium Falcon, flown by one of the very few pilots Chewie trusted enough to hand the keys to. As much as it was a time for exuberance and self-aggrandizement for the politicians and senators, it was a bittersweet gathering for those who had led the fight, gathering in remembrance for what had been lost to achieve peace once more.

Losing three of his closest friends in such a short period had been a heavy blow for the Wookie, despite having known them for just a fraction of his life thus far. First Han, then Luke. The final blow came when Leia passed, a human he not only called a friend, but one of his fiercest lovers, a secret he intended to take to his own grave. Even after forty years, Chewbacca could still vividly remember the fateful evening in a secluded camp located half a mile away from the Massassi Temple on Yavin IV. While he was busy unpacking his belongings in the hut the Rebels had provided him with, Chewie received an unexpected guest.

The Princess herself appeared in the doorway of the hut, still dressed in her ceremonial regalia, white shimmersilk gown and silver court heels, her ruby lips forming a sultry grin. Leia clutched a bottle of Blossom Wine in one hand and a pair of crystal glasses in the other, sweeping into the hut in an imperious manner one would expect from a royal. Sexual tension lingered in the muggy air, exacerbated by the wine as they gradually drained the bottle. Leia had made the first move and straddled Chewie, hiking up her skirt as she rubbed her milky thighs across his muscular, shaggy legs, planting a tender kiss on his muzzle. Chewie responded by shoving his long tongue down the throat of the Alderaanian Princess, wasting no time as he released his cock and penetrated her sex, taking her for the first time that evening. Chewbacca still couldn't be sure how many times they mated throughout the night, but he understood that Leia viewed him as a kindred spirit, another being who had suffered so terribly under the might of the Imperial machine. It was the start of a passionate affair.

The loss of his closest friends drove him back to Kashyyyk for the first time in a long while, seeking refuge amongst his own people, letting the calm environment of the planet and its verdant surroundings give him a sense of peace and serenity that had long eluded him. It also marked a new chapter in his long life, freedom from the war and turmoil he faced from the day the droid army launched its invasion of his home world.

But as much as he appreciated the peace of Kashyyyk's vast forests, abandoning the friends he had made in the Resistance didn't sit well with Chewie, not after everything they had gone through. They brought a familiarity to his life, with Poe's cocky attitude behind the steering column of the Falcon providing an almost uncanny reminder of Han. Finn proved to be quite the warrior, showing an eagerness to do away with the selfish and cowardly behaviour he displayed when Chewbacca first encountered him. Now, the former Stormtrooper was well on his way to becoming the first of a new breed of Jedi Knights.

However, it was Rey with whom Chewbacca forged a deep bond, the former scavenger who took on the First and Final Order and beat them both. She possessed the fiery determination he had seen Leia display both on the Senate floor and in the midst of war, and a stubborn optimism Luke carried with him before the collapse of his Jedi Order. No matter the situation, Rey never allowed seemingly impossible odds to prevent her from achieving what she set her mind to, always the first to lead the charge when others would choose to sit back and wait. The prospect of being reunited with her was reason enough for Chewie to bring his isolation to an end.

The Wookie had become so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice when he had stepped away from the quiet halls and wandered into the antechamber, assaulted by a cacophony of shouting and hollering from the dense crowd that formed around just a few individuals. His imposing build caused the crowd to make a path for him, and those who proved to be more obstinate wisely scattered when given a threatening growl. A few journalists abruptly turned their attention to Chewbacca, desperate to get an exclusive interview with one of the few beings who was a Veteran of the Clone Wars, the Galactic Civil War and the First Order-Resistance War. Chewie was in no mood to relive those moments in his life and shoved away any droids who tried to shove their holo-cams in his face, eager to find a secluded spot to occupy for the rest of the evening to brood, even considering seeking out Lando to catch-up over a bottle of his strongest whisky.

However, his search for refuge was put on pause when he found Rey herself emerging from a nearby alcove, just narrowly avoiding being accosted by a gaggle of members of the galactic press, each of whom desperately chased after her in search of an interview, or even just the briefest sound bite to feature on the news holo-casts. She was flanked by a trio of Padawans, the first members of the New Jedi Order, each looking as equally uncomfortable at the attention as Rey. At her side was her first Padawan, Shaera, a nineteen-year-old sapphire-skinned Togruta, and former slave-girl Rey rescued from the clutches of Torka the Hutt during a mission to Nal Hutta the year before.

Looking closely at her, Chewbacca could see the clear look of discomfort on the the human's face, watching as she struggled to cope with the flashes and incomprehensible shouting of the journalists hoping to catch her attention.

In typically polite fashion, Rey tried to placate the increasingly restless group, only to find her path being repeatedly cut off by those who weren't satisfied by her kind smile and pre-rehearsed responses. The scene quickly lit a fire in Chewie's belly, sending him charging towards his friend with a determined look etched on his muzzle. Before the belligerent paparazzi and holo-cam crews could bombard Rey with another barrage of raucous questioning, Chewbacca moved in and took a step to the side, using his massive body to almost completely block Rey from sight, not in the least bit concerned by the indignant shouting that came his way. Puffing out his chest, he let out a deafening roar, sniggering when the press pack was sent running, likely in search of the next unfortunate individual to pester. Chewbacca turned to Rey and gave her a comforting wuffle, which she returned in the form of a grateful smile.

"Thanks, Chewie," Rey sighed, gazing up at Chewbacca as she closed the gap and gave him a grateful hug. A melodic laugh trickled from her as the Wookie raised her off her feet, "I'm still getting used to the idea of being a person of interest, it almost makes me miss Jakku. Almost. Artoo tried his best to keep them at bay, but I'm afraid he's not what he used to be these days."

Chewie nodded solemnly. The little astromech had gone through a lot in his existence, and Chewbacca doubted that there was a droid out there that put up with as much as Artoo had. It came as an understandable shock to Luke and Leia when they discovered that Artoo had once belonged to their mother, then their father during the height of the Clone Wars. The droid lived through almost every major event in the galaxy over a period of half a century, all the way back to the Invasion of Naboo. But even the stubborn little droid was no match for the ravages of time.

"Don't worry, he's charging at the moment. He should be fine in the morning, just as long as he remembers that he isn't as spry as he once was," Rey reassured him, beaming as Chewie set her back down. "Hey, don't you look dapper?"

Chewbacca shrugged, holding out his arm for her to feel. He watched as Rey ran her fingers through his thick brown fur, noticing the streaks of gray that were becoming more common in recent years. It gave him the chance to look at her properly, seeing her dressed in her formal wear. A flowing, backless metallic copper gown clung to her athletic body, just missing the ground by an inch or two. Her luxuriant brunette hair was pulled into an intricate style, tumbling down her shoulders in a mass of spiraling curls, held together with a set of ceremonial Alderaanian ringlets. Despite wearing a pair of staggeringly tall Hapan stilettos, Rey's head still barely reached Chewbacca's chest. Chewbacca found it difficult to connect the finely-dressed woman standing before him with the scruffy girl he first encountered back on the Eravana.

Rey noticed the wandering eyes of Chewbacca, smirking as she released her arms from his waist. "Chewie, it seems like I'm not the only one who's completely uninterested in seeing politicians using this event to pose for the cams and network. Am I right?"

Chewbacca replied with a low trill, doing his best to look ashamed, but he wasn't entirely successful, not when Rey made a deliberate show of brushing her hand across the curve of her waist, taking her turn to inspect him.

"Well, what if I asked you if you wanted to find something to do that we could both enjoy instead?" Rey asked, pumping her eyebrows suggestively.

Chewbacca's eyes narrowed, a small growl developed in the back of his throat. He hoped that what Rey was about to propose lined up exactly with what his libido practically demanded. Age hadn't stifled his sexual desire one bit.

Rey laughed, taking Chewbacca's large hand with her own, moving close enough for her to feel the lump that was forming in the pouch between his legs. "I thought so. Shaera, would you be kind enough to go on ahead and cover for me? I need to get away from all this chaos before I rip my hair out."

"I would be glad to," Shaera bowed her head and sent the others on their way, rising to give Rey a coy grin. "I hope you find the relief you seek. If anyone deserves a moment of peace, it's you."

"With Chewie's help, it's all but certain," Rey said, smiling appreciatively at Shaera. "Thank you."

"Anything for my Master," Shaera winked playfully, resting her hand on the hilt of her lightsaber as she stalked towards the paparazzi. "Have fun."

Rey hauled the Wookie away from the massive antechamber and dragged him down one of the circular halls that surrounded the main chamber of the Senate. Double-checking that no-one was around to see them, Rey led tugged Chewbacca in the direction of one of the opulent suites that housed Senate's hovering platforms.

A subtle wave of her hand unlocked the door and sent it sliding away. The door barely had time to open before Chewbacca snapped into action, twisting Rey on the spot to face him. Carefully, he pushed her backwards and dropped her onto the platform, setting her down on the padded Nerf-hide seat, salivating at the prospect of tearing the expensive gown from her body. He pawed at her, running the pads of his fingers against her exposed back, climbing on top of her.

"Wow, you never waste any time, do you?" Rey said with a chuckle, which soon morphed into a passionate moan as Chewbacca ran his tongue across her collarbone and lapped at her throat. Rey parted her legs as Chewbacca's hand grazed her ankle, which roamed over her calf and across her thigh, bringing the hem of her skirt along with it. "You may be ancient by human standards, but your stamina never seems to wane. You're insatiable."

Chewbacca settled his weight against her once he managed to get the skirt high enough, creating enough space for him to ease between Rey's long legs and settle down on top of her. Desire rumbled in his chest when Rey's silky legs slid past his waist and rose into the air, with her feet pointing directly at the ceiling. Chewie's dark eyes stared down at Rey's black lace-trimmed thong that covered her sex, another garment that he once never imagined the human would wear. Hooking one of his sharp nails beneath the straps, he quickly slashed flimsy material apart, tossing the remains carelessly over his shoulder.

Rey's breathing became ragged, her hazel eyes looked keenly as Chewbacca's member broke free from its protective pouch, expanding in both size and thickness, not stopping until it grew to its full length and swayed proudly above her. Rey's body reacted instinctively to it, her womanhood quickly grew wet, crying out for the majestic appendage to pierce her opening.

The pair locked eyes, Chewbacca lowered his massive body just enough to prime himself for entry, with his tip resting against her opening, the heat of which sent a shock waves running along Rey's spine, exacerbating her desire.

"Do it, please. I need to feel you inside me!" Rey begged, wrapping her arms around Chewie's neck, gasping as his hot tip rubbed against her slit, coating her lower lips with his pre-cum. "I want you to kriff me until I pass out!"

Chewbacca grinned wolfishly and surged forth, plunging the pointed tip of his cock into Rey, thoroughly enjoying the sound of the human crying out in pleasure the deeper he went. Rey's silky walls were forced apart by the invading organ, stretched as far as they could physically reach. The Wookie was conscious of his larger weight and remained vigilant, aware of how easy it would be to crush Rey if he wasn't careful. Still, he continued with his descent, feeding his rock-hard cock deep enough to push her into the soft padding of the bench seat.

"By the Force, Chewie! Keep going, I want to feel every bit of you inside me!" Rey hissed, throwing her head back once Chewbacca began to rock his body with incredible force, crashing down with ferocious speed. "Don't go easy on me, big guy! You know I can take it!"

The Wookie indulged in a bout of teasing, twisting his shaft around as he sawed in and out, sharply striking against Rey's bare skin. He was more than versed in the techniques that were most effective when it came to mating with a human woman, having bedded his fair share over the decades whenever he was away from Kashyyyk. Multiple memories flooded back, recounting his numerous sexual conquests within his quarters on the Falcon, starting with his brief tryst with Qi'ra.

"Faster, Chewie!" Rey moaned, her eyes rolled back, unable to withstand the rutting she was being subjected to. Chewie hammered away, threading his fingers through her long brunette hair, quickly turning it into a messy nest; not that she cared. "Kriff...!"

Rey endured a powerful climax, holding onto Chewie for dear life as her body quaked and a cry ripped through her. She linked her ankles around Chewie's back, her toes curled against the straps of her expensive heels as the Wookie kept up his assault and sawed all ten inches of his cock in and out of her hot tunnel. Chewie's hips twirled in a circular motion, his thrusts became so forceful that the replusors of the platform struggled to keep it perfectly level.

"You're so close, I can feel it in the Force!" Rey's spine curved, her womanhood instinctively responding to the imminent climax by relaxing and allowing Chewie to slide the last few inches of his cock into her crevice. Feeling the Wookie's organ embed itself down to the root, Rey kissed her scruffy lover deeply, moaning as his leathery tongue tunneled its way into her mouth. "Finish inside me, don't waste a single drop!"

Being able to reduce the Jedi Master to a sobbing mess was enough to bring Chewbacca to his endpoint, far sooner than he would have hoped. His animalistic roar echoed throughout the suite, prevented from reaching the corridor beyond due to the sound-proofed durasteel door. His cock pulsated and stretched Rey's already stuffed canal just that bit more, spraying thick ropes of his potent sperm straight into Rey's cervix, dousing her canal with his hot seed. The tip inflated to almost three times its ordinary size, preventing any of his semen from oozing out, firmly locking Chewbacca inside of the Jedi's masterfully used womanhood.

Rey opened her weary eyes, wriggling her body slightly as she adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation caused by Chewbacca's knot. "Y-You really know your way around a woman's body, Chewie. There's no chance of you budging anytime soon, is there?"

Chewbacca shook his head with deep-seated pride, lifting his hips up slightly just to prove his point, raising Rey away from the couch. Gently, he lowered back back and pinned Rey to the seat, hearing her humming as his hot fluid seeped into the depths of her pussy.

"Alright, big guy, you've made your point. We're going nowhere any time soon," Rey laughed, cherishing the feeling of having such a powerful organ plugged deep in her, still able to feel his swollen testicles pumping her full of cum. "Leia was right. When you need some relief, find a Wookie."