I regret nothing.
The sound of blood pounding in her head filled Rey's ears while she ran as fast as she could. Her heart hammered in her chest. Had she not been gifted with such a quick stride, she knew she would have already been done for.
"Please, stop running away from me!" she heard her pursuer's desperate cries from behind her. She had to thank the cruel, sociopathic god who created the universe for making Kylo slow enough to outrun. She shuddered at the thought of what would happen to her when she ran out of energy and had to eventually stop.
"Fuck off!" was her blunt response. The muscles in Rey's legs were beginning to burn, an unpleasant sensation that was made worse by the warm, dry air. She needed to fall back on her old survival instincts to get out of this disaster that she would never recover from if Kylo got his horny hands on her. Dodging a rock in the tall grass, she started to scan her surroundings to see if she could somehow take advantage of the environment. She saw a few tall, leafy trees straight ahead in the distance but wasn't sure whether she'd even last long enough to reach them.
"But I need this right now," the dark sider replied, his voice starved and rough. Rey balled her hands into her fists and ignored her body's insistence that she slow down to rest. If she so much as paused for a millisecond just long enough to blink, she was going to get something worse than murdered. That's right, she was going to get raped hard and fast in the middle of an open field on some planet that she was reluctant to go to in the first place. She had a feeling that she wouldn't find any kyber crystals to replace her broken one here. Until she found a new crystal to construct a lightsaber with, she was unarmed and fighting was not really a viable option given those circumstances. Fleeing was her only shot at escape.
Not wasting a single precious breath on a follow-up retort, Rey once more defied the limits of her physical form by picking up speed. She locked her eyes on one particular tree with just the right proportions that she might be able to scale it with enough time to spare to evade a very non-consensual interaction with the aroused enemy. If she messed this up, she wouldn't be a virgin for much longer.
Drawing on the climbing skills she had acquired from years of navigating through giant shipwrecks on Jakku, the force user worked her way up the scratchy trunk of the tree and pulled herself higher into the green foliage by grabbing onto its branches. This wonderful plant would be her salvation, Rey thought to herself. She sat on the highest, thickest part of the tree that she trusted to support her weight and let out a sigh of relief. Glancing down, she was relieved her hypothesis- that Kylo wouldn't be able to follow- her was correct. She probably got more amusement out of watching his failed attempts at climbing than she should have, although she needed a good laugh to snap her brain out of its "I'm going to die any moment now" mode.
This was also the first opportunity she had to get a good look at Kylo, seeing how he had showed up out of nowhere to ruin her day and she had no time to look over her shoulder whilst running. He was absolutely consumed by an animalistic need to impregnate the closest living thing, evident in the way strands of hair clung to his sweaty forehead and his pupils dilated to the point where his eyes were completely black. He clawed at the bark with greedy fingers and a lustful, unblinking stare that wouldn't stray from the object of his desire.
"How can you do this to me?" he screamed, beating a fist against the unyielding wooden barrier that prevented him from fulfilling his sole purpose in life. Hungry for any type of intimacy from any possible source, Kylo pressed the front of his body against the tree's hard trunk and grinded his pelvis against it as he stared up. The arid breeze caressed the leaves on every branch, as well as the single loose wisp of hair in front of Rey's left ear. Both of her legs, smooth and beautifully sculpted, dangled over the edge of the thick branch she was sitting on, and her arms were wrapped around the tree in a way that the dark sider wished they would wrap around him. Seeing her so far out of his reach and yet so tantalizingly sexy made his throbbing nether regions hurt with a need that he couldn't meet. He gasped and suppressed a moan. If he didn't resolve this somehow, Kylo was sure he would die by testicular rupture.
"It's not my fault you're so disgusting," Rey replied with a look of utter loathing. She tightened her embrace of the tree in spite of the stinging cuts the unkind texture of the bark gave her. There was really no telling how long she'd have to stay up there before it was safe enough to climb back down and make a hasty retreat to her ship. One of Ren's defining traits was his inability to take "no" for an answer and he would probably wait at the base of the tree until one or both of them was dead. Rey was ready to accept that tree as her final resting place. Her life was pretty bad the way it was and she supposed it was fitting for her death to be just as awkward and horrible.
Much to her confused alarm, Kylo briefly stepped away from the tree to reach for his belt. Sure, she was too far away for him to properly sexually assault her, but the gesture still unnerved her greatly.
Fortunately all he did was unclip a long, dark cylindrical object from within the folds of his black robes. Unfortunately, it was his lightsaber and he was aiming the emitter at the tree's trunk with a determined look on his flushed face. Oh no. Rey leaned to the side to get a better look at what he was doing. In her panic, it hadn't even occurred to her that Kylo might try to cut the tree down with her in it.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" she called out, sporting a very concerned frown on her face.
Kylo glanced up at her. His lips were set into a perverse pout, and his fingers stroked the hilt of his lightsaber before they found the ingnition button.
"I will have sex today, whether you're coming down or not," he murmured cryptically. The crackling, red blade accompanied by the two shorter ones shot forth from the emitter with an ominous hum. The main long blade pierced a sizable but not damaging hole in the sturdy structure of the girthy tree trunk. With tremendous precision, Kylo slid the tip back and forth to burn his way deeply enough into the core that it could eventually accommodate his length.
Rey didn't understand what his words meant. Who else could Kylo possibly defile in this largely uninhabited region of the planet, at this exact time? And she couldn't see how carving a hole in the tree was meant to help him get laid. However, she figured she would get an answer to all of her questions if she just continued watching. So far the enemy was a comfortable twenty or so feet away from her and he wasn't doing anything that immediately threatened her safety. Perhaps observing his behavior would at least provide some insight into his disturbed mind, if nothing else.
Gritting his teeth, Kylo dropped the lightsaber to the grassy ground after deactivating it. Then, he snaked a hand under all of the heavy layers of his clothes to unzip his pants before tugging them down. Once his erection was freed, he grasped it with a steady hand and began to fuck his clenched fist, preparing his own virgin body for the foreign sensation of having sex. When he masturbated with gloves on, it felt like someone else was doing it and added a new layer of pleasure to the activity.
Rey silently watched this lewd act unfold from the safety of the tree's highest branch, thankful that she was too far away to see the intricate details of what her enemy's dick looked like. However, it appeared to be rather small and undesirable from her angle.
"You're retarded," she finally said, shaking her head in a mix of pity and disgust. But hearing Rey insult him aroused Kylo even more. Now that his hand was no longer good enough to appease the twitching of his hardened member, he turned his body to face the tree trunk and carefully lined the tip of his manhood up with the small, circular hole he had cut into the wood. Because he was enslaved by his virile instinct to breed as quickly as possible, he involuntarily thrusted his hips forward to introduce his cock to the inviting tunnel in the tree's voluptuous form. The tight, rigid hole was still hot, having just been burned into existence by a plasma blade. While the makeshift tree cunt would never produce its own natural lubricant, Ren silently acknowledged that this was the best he could do for now. As he slowly eased his entire length into the depths of the beautiful tree he was raping, he made direct eye contact with the equally attractive female specimen who sat among the branches.
"In my dreams, my first time was always with you," he said as his scrotum made delicate contact with the scratchy bark.
"Well," Rey raised her eyebrows at the sight of the First Order's Supreme Leader being balls deep in a plant. She wished she had brought a recording device with her; this would make for a thrilling nature documentary. "... in my dreams, my first time was always with Poe Dameron. On top of your dead body. But it doesn't mean our future will be anything like that, as nice as that would be." She briefly considered the discomfort she felt as the tree's splinters dug into the skin of her arms and legs, then cringed at the thought of what it would be like to rub one's unclothed genitals against the same surface.
But even then, the look on Kylo's face was devoid of any pain and instead expressed tremendous pleasure. The tip of his deviant tongue darted out to run across his bottom lip, moistening the pink flesh. With a shaky hand, he pushed the hair away from his face so it wouldn't get in his eyes whilst he was aggressively fucking the tree. His whole body was crying for a release from the burden that he had carried for far longer than any man should have to carry it. Uttering a low, tortured moan, he properly aligned his body for the first thrust.
The warm dry hole hugged his penis tightly, constricting and applying pressure in all of the right places. He had never made love to a real woman before but he could only imagine that this magical experience was similar enough to the actual thing. Sucking in a sharp breath, Kylo ignored the way the sharp edges of the entrance scraped against his shaft and focused on getting in deep enough to touch the end of the tunnel with his sensitive tip. The coarse ashes, which were a byproduct of the burned wood, were also burrowing their way into his urethra due to the force of his pelvis incessantly slamming against the sturdy trunk. But the dark sider didn't care. The hot, sticky load that he would soon secrete would make quick work of anything that wasn't supposed to be up there.
He paused to roll the waistband of his pants down mid-thigh because they kept riding up and his dick was getting lost amongst the folds of thick, black material. Kylo took note of the bleeding scrapes along his entire member and inwardly lamented the decision to not bring a condom. He sighed. Oh well. Maybe the blood would make a decent substitute for lube.
Although she found this to be a most uncomfortable situation to be stuck in, Rey weighed all of the other possibilities and decided that watching Kylo desecrate a tree was much better than being the one who gets raped in that scenario. She gave the tree a comforting pat in spite of its rough exterior before curiously glancing back down. As her eyes happened upon the brutalized cock of the Supreme Leader, the novice Jedi began to wonder why the force had arranged for them to have this bizarre encounter.
Her expectation was that Ren would give up and just finish it off with his hand, but the psychotic bastard defied all common sense. With a growl, he slapped the tree with his dick before penetrating it again to go for round two.
"It's not over yet, you little skank," he snapped and punched it so hard that the noise reverberated from its roots to its leaves and startled Rey. The glove on his hand was the only thing sparing his knuckles from being mangled. "I am going to destroy your pussy." Wrapping his arms around the deciduous plant as if it would somehow escape if he didn't restrain it hard enough, Kylo began to furiously plow his way in and out of its durable orifice. He grunted and writhed, slamming his body against the innocent creature of god from which he derived his carnal satisfaction.
Approaching an awkward and sickening orgasm, he quickly pulled out and pressed his bruised and bloodied appendage against the tree so he could mark his first conquest with his masculine juices. Watching his own seed drip down the trunk and be absorbed by the dry soil at the tree's base brought such immense gratification to the master of the Knights of Ren and overwhelmed his senses to the point that he collapsed onto a bed of tall grass, flattening it under his hefty weight. He let out a shaky sigh and basked in the breathtaking sensation of having fucked another living thing until he literally bled. Kylo could swear he heard a choir of angels singing from the heavens, it was that good.
"What the fuck," Rey shouted at last, staring at the puddle of cum beside the tree's roots before reluctantly looking over at Kylo's inert form. Unfortunately the experience of fucking a plant hadn't quite killed him; she could still make out the rhythmic, slow rise and fall of his chest and every so often his eyelashes would flutter in pure unadulterated bliss. It probably wasn't safe enough for her to climb back down and make a dash to her parked ship, not with a tree rapist lying a mere five feet away from where she'd inevitably have to hit the ground.
Rey didn't keep track of the time that passed while she remained in that tree, but eventually Kylo Ren did wake up from his tree sex-induced coma and surprisingly left without harassing her too much. All he said to her was that he couldn't afford to wait for her any longer and needed immediate medical attention to prevent his dick from getting infected and possibly falling off. The second his ship ascended too far into the sky for her to see it, she practically lept out of the tree and ran to the safety of her own spacecraft for a hasty escape.
She never told any of her Resistance allies about the things she saw on that planet on that fateful day, hoping that the ordeal would be erased from her mind if she tried hard enough to reject it as a real thing that truly happened.
Rey returned to that very planet about two years after the incident for completely unrelated reasons. But... Something was drawing her back to that unholy field of debauchery where that tree was rooted in the tall grass, likely in the same spot where she had abandoned it. Something was tugging on her sleeve through the force, summoning her to the tree that had simultaneously provided her with a place of refuge and pleasured her worst nemesis.
The Millennium Falcon roughly touched down in the same area where she had parked her throwaway ship during her first time going to that planet. This time, Rey was fortunate enough to have a functioning lightsaber as well as a few colleagues who were also assigned to the same mission as she. However, neither one of them could prod an explanation out of the force user when she took a detour to an uninhabited region of the planet.
As she stepped down the ramp and into the yellow grass that brushed by her knees, Rey was overwhelmed by a sense of unnerving and stomach-churning nostalgia.
"Okay, you realize you'll eventually have to tell us what the hell we're doing going off course from the original plan like this?" Finn cut through the stifling atmosphere and joined her on the dry ground. Rose followed after him with great trepidation, looking to the ex-stormtrooper as the only solid source of logic that had come along on the mission.
The way Rey stood still and stared into the open space with contracted pupils as if she were witnessing some horror designed only for her eyes was understandably frustrating for the two force null individuals who didn't know about the gruesome backstory behind the field they found themselves in. The loose, grey strips of fabric she wore draped over her shoulders would have been fluttering in the breeze had they not been traded in for a darker jacket. That was another thing Finn had noticed; ever since she returned from this planet those two years ago with splinters embedded in her arms and legs, Rey had taken to wearing darker colors and having odd episodes akin to those an individual suffering with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder might have.
He swallowed and looked over Rey's shoulder to see if there was anything in the direction she was staring at. Maybe she had had some horrible experience here and wanted to rectify it or something...?
"Rey, why are we here?" Finn reiterated his initial question to approach the unknown circumstances with more tact. At last, his words were met with a response.
Rey turned her head to give him and Rose a sideways glance before starting to walk towards a distant group of trees.
"It's... rather difficult to explain without showing you," she finally spoke. Finn and Rose quickly caught up with her, anxious for any sort of reasoning behind the Jedi's peculiar behavior. Finn in particular needed to know what had changed one of his very first and closest friends.
The short walk led them to one specific tree, the biggest one in that clearing. When Rey stopped a good twenty feet away from the tree, they took it as a cue to stop as well. The three of them stood in awkward silence, although most of the awkwardness was radiating from the ex-stormtrooper and his mechanic friend. Rey, on the other hand, gave off an air of knowing something that no one else did.
"I need you both to just wait right here and not come any closer," she warned and threw them a stern look. Then she began to cautiously slink towards the tree as if it were a timid creature that could be easily frightened. Finn watched on in confused awe at the sight of Rey placing a firm hand on the bark, only interrupted when Rose gently nudged his arm.
"What is she doing? Is this some kind of... Jedi ritual or something?" the shorter woman whispered curiously. They both looked back from each other to Rey, where they now saw her crouching behind the tree with her arms outstretched and doing something that created a scratchy rustling sound.
"I don't know any more than you do," Finn replied quietly.
While Finn and Rose speculated in hushed voices and observed from a distance, the force user examined the tree's physical condition with great care. There was a very morbid reason for the pull she had felt to it, and she had to get to the bottom of this phenomenon if she ever wanted a proper night's sleep. If this had anything to do with what Kylo Ren had done... Rey felt so ill as she remembered the events of that day and had to fight really hard to keep her breakfast from coming back up.
The circular hole in the trunk was still there just like she expected it would be, pulsating with a sensual, hot energy. Frowning, Rey picked up a branch from the ground beside her and decided to investigate the opening without having to use her bare hands. She held her breath and slowly slid the pointed tip of the branch into the hole. She didn't know what to expect, but she was bound to discover something terrible if it was profound enough to lead her back to this place.
She kept pushing until the tip of the stick hit something spongey and flexible. Whatever it was, it grabbed onto the stick and began to tug. Rey reflexively yanked the stick back out of the wooden fleshlight and moved to the side, giving the tree a questioning stare.
Suddenly, the hole stretched and dilated, before dripping a viscous yellow slime from its insides. Rey, paralyzed by disgust and shock, stared at the small infant being birthed out of the treegina. It hit the soil between the roots, emitting a gross, wet slap as it did so. Upon overcoming the feeling of utter repulsion, the ex-scavenger leaned over the newborn and picked it up against her better judgment. Its mole speckled skin was moist and clammy to the touch, but the little patches of moss and leaves on its back were coarse and dry. A shiver crawled up Rey's spine.
The looks on Finn and Rose's faces when she stepped out from behind the tree with the infant were priceless. The asian woman clamped a hand over her mouth and the dark skinned man let out a gasp of horror.
"What the fuck is that?!" Finn managed to scream, taking a single step back as Rey came closer. However, it was quite clear as day what that was to anyone who laid eyes on it: a half tree, half boy. The many short twigs sprouting from its scalp with their budding leaves, along with the bark on its tender bottom were a dead giveaway of its unconventional heritage.
"This," Rey began with a revolted pause, "is Kylo Ren's son."
Originally this was going to be a oneshot type thing, but then it sort of got out of my control and now I feel like I might need to wrap it up with a follow-up chapter... The adventures of tree boi could be a good spin-off series.
