WARNING: This story contains spoilers from Star Wars Episode VII

This story is rated M (16+) for language, violence, nudity and sexual content.

Enjoy.

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Tazaar shut the door behind her. "Going to bed so soon?" she asked the knight whom she eyed with slight surprise.

Seeing the female enter into his room had caught Ren off guard. Noticing her irises slightly lower from his, he could tell her attention was being drawn to his plain t-shirt and sweatpants. For this, his face started to feel warm with insecurity, mixed with slight frustration. The Sith was never quite comfortable being seen without his black uniform or helmet—except by the Supreme Leader, and maybe Hux, depending on the situation. Showing his face to the queen was one thing, but he was somewhat used to it by now. He had even brought himself to excuse her for having seen him shirtless before, since that situation was necessary. At thisinstance, however, not only was she catching him at his worst, there was simply no need for her to be looking at him like this, so he believed. Her royalty was no excuse for it, either. They were not on Noctem, this was not her domain, and he was not her subject. How dare she—how dare anyone visit Kylo Ren in his quarters, without warning, at this hour, when he looked his least frightening? His least… powerful?

Tazaar walked in leisurely, turning her eyes to the clock. "Hmmh… Not sure how you or your men adjust to space travel, going from planet-to-planet all the time," she pondered. "It would mess up your sleep schedule, wouldn't it? Then again, you'd probably get used to it after a while."

"Unless I get unexpected visitors at unreasonable hours," he droned, narrowing his eyes at her.

Seeming to take the hint, Tazaar faced the irritated man. Instead of looking sheepish, her expression only brightened. "Oh, don't worry. Right now is a perfect hour."

"For what, exactly?" he asked in disagreement.

"For you, bedtime. For me, dinnertime."

Seriously? She was bothering him right now just for his blood? Ren scoffed. "Then don't disturb me. Go feed on another prisoner," he retorted.

She frowned. "No, no, you don't understand. I need it from you. It's been almost a month, Kylo Ren. You need to recharge, remember?"

"But why right now?"

"It's better to do it when you're winding down a little."

Ren slightly raised his voice. "Still, you should have set an appointment with me, Tazaar. You know the rules. No one is allowed to visit me without permission from General Hux."

Remaining unaffected by his anger, she cocked a brow. "Ummm, let's be honest," she chuckled like at something absurd. "I don't think telling your general, 'Hey, I want to suck your commander's blood' would fly so well."

He rolled his eyes and sighed. She had a point. Hux could never let anyone see Ren without good reasons, and blood drinking certainly was not on that list. "Could you tell him something more legitimate then?" he asked. He was not even sure if there was a good answer to that question. What excuse could a girl make to see the commander late at night, without the whole situation looking so shady?

Tazaar grinned. "Well, I could warp that a little and say, 'Hey, I want to suck on your commander.' He'd believe it, but then I would sound desperate. Plus, he would get a little jealous."

Ren glared. "Oh, don't you ever…"

"I'm only kidding, Kylo Ren," she laughed, flashing her fangs as she walked towards him.

Ren only watched her indifferently and let out a small huff. His gaze started to soften as he fell distracted by her black silk robe. Unlike Ren, Tazaar seemed to keep herself presentable at all times, even when she dressed more laid-back. Right now was just a perfect example of this—her robe made her look so sleek compared to him. The shimmering fabric and detailed embroidery were elegant enough to satisfy an impeccable taste. Moreover, it fitted loosely on her body, yet the shine was neatly highlighting some of the finer aspects of her figure, most notably her breasts.

And meanwhile, here was Kylo Ren, in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. A plain potato. Then again, it was much harder to look intimidating than to look attractive. Apparently, the dark knight and the queen had remarkably contrasting styles—whereas he dressed to terrify, she dressed to appeal.

"Anyways, my apologies," she said, sitting neatly beside him on the bed. "I mean no disrespect. I thought just for tonight, coming to you privately was the best thing."

"How come you didn't bring your sister?" he questioned. "Doesn't she have to feed, too?"

She frowned. "She does, but… bringing her is kind of risky."

"Why?"

"When I'm drinking, I know when to stop so I don't kill someone." Tazaar ran her fingers through her hair and scooted closer to him, folding her legs up next to her body. "My sister, on the other hand… Let's just say blood gets her a little too excited… For that, she doesn't have much self-control. She'll drink like she's drinking for seven. I can't remember the last time any mortal gave her blood and lived."

"Then, what will you do?"

"Simple. When I'm done, I take some with me to give to her." As she said this, she slipped something out of her pocket and held it out to Ren.

"What is that thing?" he asked, blankly staring down at the object. In her hand was an unusual cylindrical instrument with a glass chamber. By its design, however, he could deduce that the instrument was meant to extract and to contain blood, much like a cross between a large syringe and a water canteen.

"We call them blood banks," said Tazaar. "A really nice way to take food on the go. They come pretty handy if you need a fast, clean way to get blood."

Ren kept staring at the object until she suddenly withdrew it and placed it down on the floor beside the bed. When she did so, he looked away from her and let his gaze fall to the floor.

"But still~…."

He froze from the tune of mischief in her voice. The mattress and sheets shifted a little as she came closer.

"It's not as fun as the natural way…."

A small hand cupped Ren's jaw, teasing his face her way.

"I like it straight from the source…"

Kylo Ren's face turned. Right now, every single hair was standing straight on the back of his neck. A chill struck his spine. His dark eyes kept emotionless. Amazingly, it was not the fear of her fangs that did this to him; he was perfectly comfortable with those by now. Rather, he was unnerved by the intimacy that preceded the sight of them—moves which he would probably never adjust to. The hand that guided his face was still on his jaw, a thumb rubbing his cheek as if done with desire. From literally a few inches away, thirsty red eyes were slowly caressing the human's face and neck with their lustful glimmer, and hot breath from her open mouth had ghosted over his lips. It was astounding how such benign, sensuous gestures could make him feel like a deer in the headlights. Other than withdrawing or freezing, he did not know how else to react to this kind of behavior.

He was not an expert with girls…

Oh shit, what was he thinking? What was he so nervous about? She acted just as flirty when she fed on him before. After all, she was a vampire; she absolutely loved blood like how human girls craved chocolate. And blood was the only thing she wanted at the moment, right?

"You sure you don't want to use the blood bank?" he murmured to the girl.

Tazaar giggled softy. "Oh, don't be so silly," she whispered, shaking her head. Her fingers slowly made their way from his jawline, sliding down his neck, leaving goosebumps in their trails. With a wide grin, she cocked her head and breathed, "Last time, you enjoyed it, too... Remember?"

Last time….

Not a sound came out of Ren except for a large, nervous gulp. His cheeks heated up, for he knew exactly what Tazaar was referring to. Obviously, she was aware of that unusual little "climax" at the end of their first session. Oh, dammit, why did she have to bring it up? Better yet, why did he have to embarrass himself like that? What made him lose his senses that night? Fucking idiot, he told himself. Fucking pervert. He subconsciously opened his mouth, ready to spurt out a hasty explanation.

Before he could say anything, Tazaar frowned and spoke. "Ashamed of it?" she asked softly. Her hand slowly withdrew from him and returned to her lap.

"T-Tazaar… I—"

"Why so ashamed?"

"…"

She smirked again. "Don't be."

Kylo Ren stayed quiet. What do you mean? I jerked myself off in front of you, woman, he exclaimed in his head.

Tazaar chuckled. "Kylo Ren, it's fine... Fetishes are common. Everyone has them."

Ren shifted from embarrassment to bewilderment. His mind went blank for a moment before re-processing her attitude. Were such words really coming from the mouth of a civilized noble right now? Ren was so used to seeing the prudish nature of aristocracy. Any ordinary one would have been so brutally insulted by that sort of vulgarity, or worse, would have been pleased to have his head for it. This lady, on the other hand… He already knew she was out of the ordinary, but he never imagined her to be this unorthodox. He had gratified himself in front of her, and she was perfectly okay with it? "H-how…. Were you not disgusted by that?" he stuttered.

The female only kept smiling. "Why would I be?" she said, arching a brow. "I mean, come on. You're a living thing like everyone else."

"S-so?..."

"So, like it or not, you're sexual. It's not a secret."

Ren cocked a brow. "Yeah, but… it's… not something to just show off, though," he mumbled.

"Since it was in front of me, there's no need to worry," she commented. "Unlike some ungrateful people, I'm very appreciative of the body and its physical gifts."

He sat up straight, and his dark brows furrowed. "Urges? How can they possibly be gifts? They're more like distractions, if anything." Or things to take care of when you're bored…

This time, the vampire cocked up her chin and released even more delighted laughter. Ren stared at her curiously, wondering if she somehow thought he was joking. Either that, or she was laughing at something much more embarrassing—his apparent lack of inexperience. When she finally calmed down, she let out a sigh and shook her head. "Oh, Kylo Ren," she breathed, "You silly boy." Her eyes fluttered open, and she faced him again.

Silly boy? He was anything but silly. He shot a more serious stare at her, but this only lasted for a few seconds before his eyes widened. Like always, her gaze into his eyes was so intense he thought he could read her mind without any use of the Force. Right now, the Sith thought he was peering into crimson eyes, darkened by dilating pupils, riddled with mischief and a hint of something else. Maybe, passion?

Then, with a sweet smile adorned by fangs, her mood seemed to darken gradually. It drenched the atmosphere around them like a mist of fine perfume. "You have no idea, do you?" she murmured.

"I…"

The Sith could not speak any further. A sudden force against his chest had stalled his words with a grunt. Within seconds, the abrupt force had pushed him onto his back and swept up his long legs, throwing him into a flat position on his bed. The sudden bodily hijack had thrown him into a state of shock. As much as he tried to squirm, the seizure had only grown as tight as bonds over his limbs and torso. Then, with the small window of time he had to think, he realized that this was Force manipulation. He was about to fight against the restraint until his focus was broken by a drop of weight upon his hips and shoulders. With that, the body control quickly diminished, giving Ren the opportunity to throw the physical weight off him. He did not take it, however. Ruby eyes hovering above were compelling him to keep still.

Thus, Kylo Ren laid himself steady, chest rising and falling profoundly, flummoxed by a face shadowed by something hardly ever expressed to him before. Frankly, it was a shadow he hoped he would never see when alone with a female. As flattering and arousing as it was, he had no clue how to respond to it. If he wanted to retain his dark, masculine facade, making the right move was beyond critical. It was the dreadful air that blew dark, antisocial disguises off the naïve and awkward, the keen-eyed hunter that spotted the men from the herd and shot down the boys. Out of all the experience he had with demonstrating authority, never was he prepared for private situations with sexuality and women. The horrifying Kylo Ren's little secret "flaw." Oh, why did he have to be so damn innocent?

He could tell that Tazaar just knew, and he prayed that she would not say it aloud.

"Don't worry," she exhaled. "Everyone begins somewhere, and it's never too late to begin. And don't label yourself, either… That label is abstract. It's not written anywhere on your body."

Thank gods. She did not say it. Not straight up, at least. What she told Ren instead had given him a little more relief, too.

Suddenly, Kylo Ren thought twice about what she said and what was really going on.

The way she held him down.

The softness of her voice.

That thirst in her eyes.

And it was not for blood.

She wanted…

His heart went crazy in his chest. His skin burned with a hot blush.

Holy shit.

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((TO BE CONTINUED…))