Chapter 1: You Need a Teacher
The snowy wind whistles as Rey feels herself forced beyond her range of motion. Kylo Ren has her backed up against the edge of a crumbling ravine. His crude red lightsaber crackles and sputters like an out-of-control burn, and she fears its sparks will burn or signe her skin.
In the space where Anakin Skywalker's blue blade keeps the Sith pretender's blade at bay, this monster who killed his father now speaks:
"You need a teacher! I can show you the ways of the Force!"
He seems to be imploring her, almost. Begging, even. Rey does not know much even now about the Jedi and Sith, but she knows one thing: Sith don't beg. And even if Ren is, she would never join him. Never would she become enslaved to a murderer. Who killed Han and injured Finn.
So Ren's mention of the Force makes her meditate, call upon the Force that she is only beginning to discover within her. It gives her the strength to advance and back him away from the cliff. With a sweeping motion of her blue blade, she disarms him.
Rey has Ren now, ready to kill him before he could call his weapon to his hand. As she is making the downward strike, however, fingers grasp her wrist and stop the motion. Warmth from Ren's paw of a hand suddenly fills her face as he cups her cheek and -
He kisses her. Firmly, passionately, and on the lips. Rey lets out a muffled squeal of indignant outrage, her eyes bulging. But she cannot free herself. She is pinned as Ren begins to pepper her mouth with his own, kissing her again and again. She tries to gasp, scream, make any sound, but she is squelched by Ren's persistent and bizarre worship.
"I love you!" Ren gasps into Rey's lips, his voice strangely hoarse and cracking in odd places, as if the very declaration itself makes him weep. "I've waited for you... someone like me... Be my apprentice... Marry me..."
The last entreaty makes Rey gasp, so that when Ren's mouth dives back on hers, he slips his tongue effortlessly between the split and massages her there. Rey makes a guttural sound that is somewhere between a whimper and a squeak of confusion. Marry her? Her?! Whom he, the Sith prince, once called a lowly scavenger?
All at once, a whisper appears in Rey's head. The Force, telling her to... go ahead.
Kiss him back?!
Surrendering to the Force, she does. Her eyes oh so slowly begin to close and her mouth twitches back into Ren's, reciprocating and deepening the kiss. Even as the rational part of her brain is telling her this is wrong, that this is scandalous. To kiss the enemy? Is that truly the will of the Force?
Meanwhile, Ren's left hand pries open Rey's, so that Anakin's lightsaber falls forgotten into the snow. His arms encircle her waist, even as Rey's drape tentatively about his neck. They pull each other closer, with a hunger that makes starvation on Jakku seem benign.
Ren shudders at Rey's kiss, even more so when she begins to scatter them down his neck.
Growling, eager to become dominant again, he seizes her by her hips and hoists her into the air.
She's lighter than he imagined, but that doesn't stop him from shifting his grasp so that he now cradles her thighs in his calloused hands, supporting her as Rey winds her legs around his torso. They stagger back with a mighty slam into a snowy tree trunk. He bites Rey's skin, branding her, marking her as his. She gasps as his hardness, his clear want for her, presses into her center. She opens her eyes to gaze into Ren's, dark with lust, and she feels the Force screaming with triumph in the air around them, the way a fireworks display shrieks as it peels into the nighttime sky.
Trousers from both come off recklessly, messily, and Rey groans as Ren's large fingers caress her wet folds. Wet folds that signify her awakening of a very different kind.
Ren... Ben, please, she begs through her mind, through the Force.
Her pathetic wish is his command as he sheathes himself inside her.
Rey cries out, yelps, waiting for pain that barely registers, the shattering of her undefiled, untouched womanhood happens so fast.
Propped against the tree, Ren thrusts. And thrusts. And thrusts. Groans and curses ranging from Human English to Huttese to Gungan spew from both their throats, until at last, with a mighty sound, Ren spills his seed into Rey.
And as these two enemies come together like animals in heat, the Force smiles down on and blesses this scandalous union, seals forever the Force Bond of two people whose destinies are now ever more intertwined.