She was so afraid, she tried desperately not to show it, but he knew anyway. She began to shake with fear as he circled around her. As he passed behind her, she heard a snap and a hiss. She watched with horror as the blade of his lightsaber slid to a stop inches from her neck.
She couldn't take this anymore, so she closed her eyes, hoping it would help.
Beneath his helmet, Kylo Ren Smirked. The girl hadn't been easy to subdue, but if she had, then she wouldn't have peaked his interest, and he wouldn't have realized what she was. She had been created through the Force, just as his grandfather had been. He could sense that quite clearly.
Furthermore, he could sense who had created her. So Skywalker, this is how you seek to challenge me? He scoffed, he would make her his own, and thereby nullify any threat she could pose, to him or to the Order.
He noticed that her eyes were shut, and and felt her fear. Perhaps he had been a bit over zealous in his intimidation tactics. Nothing to be done about it now.
Closing her eyes did help, but not as much as she'd hoped. She heard another snap and hiss, then the frightening heat on her neck vanished. She heard the crunch of footsteps, and knew that he was standing only inches away.
"Come with me, and you will not be harmed." He said, smoothly.
She opened her eyes, and looked up into the face-plate of his helmet. She was about to tell him no, that he and his creepy helmet could go straight to Hoth, when he made a gesture, manipulating the electrical activity in her brain, and rendering her unconscious.
She woke in a large, sparsely appointed room. Rey was terrified. What could he possibly want with her? Deep down she knew, but was afraid to admit it. She waited for a long moment before getting up. As she did a cleaning droid appeared from a hidden panel in the wall and began to change the bed-sheets.
She looked down at herself, frowning. She could definitely use a shower. A soft, light-blue dress lay on the chair beside the bed. Sighing, she picked it up. It was quite nice actually, off-the-shoulder, and low-cut but still modest.
She made her way to the bathroom, showering quickly she dried off and put on the dress. It was soft and comfortable, and she quite liked it.
When she emerged from the bathroom the sheets had been changed, and a cloak that had been carelessly thrown on an end table had been returned to the closet. She sat down on the bed, still scared, but much calmer.
A moment later, the door opened and her captor walked into the room. At first she didn't recognize him without the helmet, and was shocked to discover that she'd been captured by a handsome young man, who couldn't be more than a few years older than she was.
He was pleased to see how beautiful she was. She looked so delicate and vulnerable sitting there on his bed, in a blue dress and bare feet. Her hair lose, falling past her shoulders in soft chestnut waves. He wanted her like he'd never wanted any women before.
"You are very beautiful." He said softly, sitting beside her and cupping her cheek.
She flinched, afraid of him, of this inexplicable attraction she felt. "Please, just let me go, I have nothing you want." She said, trying not to shake.
He arched an eyebrow. "To the contrary, you have everything I want." He said, claiming her soft lips in a searing kiss.
She moaned into the kiss. This can't be happening! Then she felt his hand curl around her waist, and he pulled her against him. She wrenched herself away, breathing hard.
"Please, I- I can't!"
He smirked. "Of course you can, we were meant to be joined. Search your feelings, it is undeniable." He said, stroking her bare shoulder.
A tear ran down her cheek, and she swiped it away. "What will happen to me?" She asked.
"You will be my wife, and the mother of my children." He answered, pushing her back onto the bed, and kissing her with such raw passion, that it made her knees weak. Then he gently cupped one of her breasts through the dress she wore, making her gasp.
She shivered at his words, he meant to have her, to put a child inside her. She moaned as he kissed her again. His hands slid up beneath her dress, caressing her thighs.
"Oh gods, what are you doing to me?!" She whimpered.
"What you feel is the Force connecting us. Give yourself to me, and I will give you pleasure beyond anything you've ever known." He whispered seductively.
"How- how do I know you won't hurt me?" She asked softly.
"I would never harm you." He answered, kissing her gently.
Rey was so confused, so scared. She didn't even notice when he retrieved the map to Skywalker from her mind.
She couldn't believe this was happening. She'd never felt lust before, and it was overwhelming.
He broke the kiss to pull her up into a sitting position.
He undid the clasps at the back of her dress. Watching it pool around her legs. She wore nothing underneath it, and the sight of her bare breasts inflamed his lust for her.
He pressed her back onto the mattress, his hands sliding up her waist to caress her breasts, making her groan. He pulled back, removing his shirt. He kissed down her neck, to her shoulders and then down to her breasts. Then back up until he was kissing her soft lips.
He pulled the dress from beneath her, dropping it on the floor. He gave her a heated look, and leaned forward, kissing her possessively. As he kissed her, has hands roamed her body, fondling and stroking her gently.
She gasped into his mouth as he stroked between her thighs, working first one, and then another finger into her untouched vaginal passage. Then he began to stroke her inside, fucking her with his fingers, making her buck and writhe beneath him as she came for the first time
She couldn't fight this. She wanted him to claim her, to make her his. She heard a rustle of fabric as he discarded his pants, throwing them across the room. He lay himself upon her, kissing her deeply. She moaned, spreading her legs as he lined himself up to claim her. She was so perfect. So innocent, yet so ready to give herself to him. As he sheathed himself inside her, he knew he'd never let her go.
She trembled, making a small, pained noise, as his hard shaft pushed past her maidenhead, taking her virginity. It stung, but only for a moment. He stilled, giving her body time to adjust to him.
She looked so beautiful, lying there beneath him. He kissed her again, this time harder, more urgently. She moaned softly, and he began to move. She groaned as he fucked her, feeling his hard shaft buried deep inside her, taking her, claiming her. Soon she began to come again, gasping and writhing beneath him, her legs spreading wider. As she came, she felt him stiffen, and pulse, spilling his seed deep inside her virgin womb. Oh gods, I'm his.
He kissed her gently, rolling them onto their sides as he felt himself soften and slip from her.
"Now, you belong to me." He whispered.