Flames burst under Rey's lashes when her lips touched Kylo Ren's chapped ones. Her irises ignited with infernal gold and red, shining brightly under the pale and thin skin of her eyelids. He felt the connection and how his desire that stemmed from his loins but filled his entire being flowed through his passionate kiss into Rey's soul. He responded to her touch and kissed her harder, making her moan slightly under her breath. The ancient and unconquered force that Jedi so foolishly rejected made Rey's entire body glow. Her hair shone with combed vintage gold, skin flustered a little, heaving breasts perked up, awaiting touch.
She felt an unknown, powerful emotion that touched her to her core and gnawed away at her fear and obedience. She never felt something so strong and so vigorous, so warm and pleasing. She broke the kiss and opened her eyes, and realized she never saw Kylo Ren properly, as he really was. Gone was the dorkish boy clad in black that reminded her of a scared little child with a big toy that can kill; what she saw before her eyes was a young man with a scar on his handsome, pale face, longish, shiny hair, and luscious lips that begged to be kissed. She opened her mouth in awe and bewilderment.
'What.. what is happening to me? You changed…' she reached out to touch his face and check if it was still cold like marble. It was not. Kylo's skin was warm like a wooden wall of a home on a sunny day, delicate under her fingers, yet raw where the scar disfigured his visage.
Ren smiled a little and took her hand off his face. 'I didn't change. You just discovered you are able to desire.' He stood up and offered his hand to let her up. Rey looked at his face, still wondering, and accepted his help.
'Do you feel that?' He asked, placing his hand on her prominent hip bone. 'Do you feel this strange sensation in your belly?' He indicated her abdomen with his right thumb, circling her skin with the left one. Rey gasped; she indeed felt a burning pain in her body, similar to what she felt after a long day of physical labour. It was like a weakened, stretched muscle that longed for comfort. An itch she wanted to scratch so much she was ready to claw out pieces of flesh from her body.
'That is desire,' Ren said calmly, seeking her gaze. 'This hunger you feel, this strange pull… that is desire. Willingness to touch and be touched. To further the development of mankind. To bear offspring.'
Rey's face paled as Kylo uttered the last two words. He shook his head. 'But you don't need to have it. You can satisfy your need without risking any unwelcome consequences.' He reached to her face and caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and sought the hand, rubbing her face against it and moaning with pleasure. She looked like a cat in heat. Ren smiled.
'Do you want more?' he asked, watching her glow in delight of this simple gesture. The girl opened her eyes and nodded, unsure what she actually asks for. Kylo cupped his hands and concentrated, and suddenly Rey was suspended again, light as a feather, and naked as her shawl dropped to the floor. She did not cover herself, admiring her changing body. Nipples, usually pink and soft were hard and dark, very tender. Her thighs quivered. Ren looked at her too, inhaling and absorbing the sight of her glowing physique floating mid-air. He walked up to her and placed his hand on her belly, right under her navel.
'Ask me to be touched,' he said quietly and firmly. 'I cannot teach you the ways of passion without your true need for it.'
Rey looked at him with a quizzing expression. She bit her lip and finally mustered the courage to ask with a breaking voice 'w-why do you need me to ask?'
'Because longing and need are what makes passion so powerful,' he said, not moving his hand from her burning flesh. 'When you feel such hunger, such boiling desire to be touched you unleash a force unknown to many. You can then hammer it into any shape you want - terrifying gaze, motivation to work through an obstruction… willingness to blackmail.' Rey gulped audibly. 'When the time comes that you are able to say out loud you desire someone to touch you, you are really in step with your own feelings and needs, instead of crushing them and using frustration and pain as your source of power as Jedi do.' Kylo almost spat out the penultimate word. His eyes were fixed on her throbbing vein on her neck.
'I want to touch you. I want to give you many reasons to whimper, cry, beg, scream even. I want you to share that force with me, create it, double it. I need you. I desire you. I want to claim you. And that I can admit freely.' He continued with a heavy hand still on Rey's belly. The girl felt her insides squirm with need and hunger. 'Rey, tell me you want me to touch you.'
Rey hung her head down and let out a sigh. She was on the edge.
'If I want to retract my request… if I want to stop… can you do that?' She asked hoarsely. Ren's eyes darkened and he swallowed.
'Yes. I cannot teach you if you don't want to be taught. Passion does not tolerate abuse or force, Rey. Passion is a force, and a force to be reckoned with.' He glimpsed down her legs and smiled. 'And your body knows it now that we crushed Jedi blockades more than you know it consciously.'
Rey looked at the place Ren indicated and saw pearls of what she first thought was sweat but smelled differently. Like crisp apples, like the sea at midnight. Like an animal in the spring. Her thighs glistened with streaks and beads of her excitement, and Kylo could easily see her equally glistening and pulsating maidenhood, given that he stood beside her left thigh.
'Rey' he repeated calmly, but with a low growl within his voice, 'Ask me to be touched.'
The girl closed her eyes and let go. A coy smile appeared on her lips. 'Kylo, touch me.'
He listened at once, throwing her leg over his shoulder and grabbing her hips with his both hands. He kissed her abdomen, growling and purring as if he was in pain, and slid down her thighs where a curly patch of dark blonde hair guarded Rey's maidenhood. She moaned, oblivious to his ministrations, but very aware of the sharp pang of pain that awoke in her belly upon his touch. His finger circled spots on her inner thigh, and her whole body answered with a convulsion that could have been mistaken for a shock. His left hand travelled across her belly and up to her breasts that were moving up and down with her deep breaths. Her nipples were hard and inviting. He traced on with the tips of his fingers, causing her to audibly groan, and leaned in to kiss them. Then he bit hard.
Rey clasped her hand on his head and yelled something inarticulate. Kylo kissed the nipple again and nibbled on it for a while, comforting her. He then repeated this whole dance of tongue on her second breast, enjoying her elevated breathing and moans. He was hard beyond belief and yet he forced himself to be slow, gentle, caring, to show her the variety of experience his force of choice offered. He sought to teach her how pleasurable, how empowering it was to just want, need, to expect this need to be fulfilled.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her down so that she was floating just a foot over the ground and crushed his mouth onto her, rubbing his whole body against hers. Kylo felt her wetness spread across his abdomen, manhood and thighs, and he did not care; she was his as much as he was hers, and she did not shy away from answering to his moves. Rey clung to him, moaning as her nipples rubbed at his chest, and caressing the back of his head with her hands. Her sweet, hot tongue invaded his mouth and he welcomed it with a growl.
Suddenly she broke the kiss and looked him shyly in the eye. Ren was puzzled and shook his head, asking a mute question as to why she stopped.
'What do I do now?' Rey asked, completely dumbstruck, eyes wide open. Kylo laughed softly and kissed her forehead. The girl caught his gaze and nodded, trying to get an answer from him.
'Whatever you want, Rey. The art of being honest and open is what should guide you. What do you want to do, Rey?' Ren asked, watching her get rose red. 'Or what do you want me to do?'
Rey hesitated and suddenly she wrapped her legs around his waist, sighing as her delicate spot between her legs brushed against his trail of dark hairs that run down his stomach. He grabbed her ass. His manhood sat just under her round cheeks, driving him insane. He was throbbing and hard like a rock.
'Rey,' he said, trying to control his voice, 'ask me to take you'. He rose his gaze and met hers, slightly drunk with emotions and clouded. She nodded swiftly, but she shook his head. 'No. Ask me, Rey. Please, ask me.' He begged, watching her face go soft.
'Kylo' she muttered into his ear, caressing it with her fingers, 'I want you to take me.'
He couldn't and wouldn't resist such an invitation. With a precise thrust of his hips and a slight lift of her ass, he took her by storm, clashing his pelvis against hers. Rey scowled, cried out, and tried to back out, but he grasped her wrists and looked her in the eye. 'Rey' he repeated, as slowly as he could speak without his voice breaking, 'please don't run. Stay. Wait.'
The girl whimpered and a few tears ran down her face, so he caught them with his lips and tongue. She was very warm, hot even, and clasped around his manhood like a velvety pouch. He felt her maiden blood trickle down her thigh onto his leg. He leaned in and kissed her, softly at first, and then built up the tension until she bit his lips in hunger of caress. He was on the edge of giving up and thrusting when he felt her move along his length, buckling her hips and circling them in a natural, primal way. He broke the kiss and scowled into her neck, answering her movements with his own. Rey hissed in pain but did not stop, riding him slowly but surely. Kylo Ren dropped his head back and moaned, working diligently between her thighs. He was blissful, surrounded by a singing feeling of ecstasy.
He stopped violently and ripped her legs off his waist, pulling her into horizontal position once again. She gasped, surprised, but he didn't respond. The man positioned himself between her legs, face down on the fragrant patch of curly hairs. Kylo rubbed his cheek on her inner thigh and sighed. He couldn't wait, yet he absolutely had to wait. He licked his lips and ran his tongue down her tender flesh, making her writhe as if she was electrocuted. Slower, he reminded himself, slower. He repeated that gesture, this time as delicate as if he was trying to imitate a gust of wind. Rey flexed her body and whimpered. Her hips buckled. She answered to his touch and caress with thighs spread wide open and fingers pulling at his dark locks. Her legs were stained with darkening, rusty-red blood of her sacrifice. His eyes rolled back into his skull as he replayed that moment in his head, groaning.
He was determined to bring her to the brink, even is he had to coerce her, but her willing body responded for her. There was nothing left from her maiden inexperience and Jedi dutifulness of a virgin. She rode his face, moaned, writhed in pleasure and smelled like delicious, red, crisp fruit, in which smell he wanted to bathe in. He worked hard, caressed her, repeated over and over the same motion that made her convulse until her felt her escape from his hand. Here comes the oblivion, he thought. He reached for her face and cupped it with his left hand, sliding his right one between her wet folds and delicately running his finger pad on the sensitive bundle of nerves that topped her maidenhood. Rey screamed and clung to his neck, but he silenced her with a kiss until she was able to calm down and pant between kisses, building up into a melodic crescendo.
She finally exploded under his touch, screaming into his mouth, writhing and convulsing like a mad woman. Feeling himself on the edge, he pulled her down and spread her legs to enter her and come after a few forceful thrusts into pulsating chamber of her body. He yelled and clasped her into a strong hug that forced air out her lungs. Panting and groaning with both pain and pleasure he let go of the force-bind he left her in and eased her on the ground. She was limp, lifeless.
'Did I lie?' He asked semi mockingly, as she was slowly coming back to her senses. 'Did I lie to you, Rey?'
She laid there, eyes closed and body glistening with sweat. He thought she maybe fell asleep from exhaustion, but suddenly her eye flew open, revealing white-hot irises and glowing pupils. She smiled at him.
'No, Kylo.' She said calmly, supporting herself on her elbow and beaming at him. 'You did not.'