"Where is her Ladyship?" Lord Soloren asked the maids shaking the linens in his bedroom.

They stopped their movement and politely bowed.

"In the courtyard, My Lord," Rose answered as she kept her eyes on the floor. "With the Swords Master."

"With the…?"

Kylopold failed to finish his sentence, twisted on his heel and hurtled down the steep spiral staircase leading to the courtyard.

He stopped as he reached the ground, mesmerized.

Irene - Rey - was wearing man's clothes: pants and a linen shirt. A long scarf was knot around her body, perhaps to prevent the fabric from getting in the way as she proudly wielded a heavy two-handed sword. Velvet ribbons held her hair into three buns.

The swords Master, an old bearded man - Kylopold's own uncle - was giving a sword wielding demonstration. And as unexpected as it seems, Rey was winning.

Kylopold's mouth dropped open.

This was against every First Order tradition, yet Rey was a princess from the Sands territories… and she obviously had been trained to fight. Thinking about it, a life in the Sands was not for the faint of heart and few thrived there. The barons simple did not have the manpower when under attack. Women learned to fight as the men and seemed as valuable as any male soldier to them.

Rey was fighting fiercely, breathless, her cheeks burning. Sweat pearls shined on her forehead.

Kylo felt his cock twitch with want. How long could she hold against a soldier such as himself? How strong were her arms? Was his uncle, the Sword Master, withholding his strikes?

He walked into the courtyard, untying the short cape covering his right shoulder and letting it fall on the pavement. As he approached the old man, he waved his hand and the Sword master handed him the weapon.

As she saw her husband, Rey respectfully stepped back and leaned into a small bow.

"Straighten up, My Lady," the young Lord instructed. "And show me your talents with a sword."

"My Lord, I'm afraid to…"

Kylo came closer."Afraid to what?" A smirk curled on his lips. "Damaging your pretty hands?"

Rey lifted her head, facing him with fierce eyes. "Afraid to harm you, My Lord."

He burst out laughing, blasted by her boldness. "Harm me?! I can handle the delicate touch of your needle, believe me."

"I don't doubt that. But what about your pride? Your servants could scoff at their Lord being defeated by his spouse."

She was mocking him. The fragile and frightened princess of the previous night, prisoner of protocol, had given way to an ardent and insolent Amazon. He felt himself grow hard. He was looking forward to dominating her… in private as in public.

"We shall see." He said, raising his weapon.

Around them, servants, stableboys, maids and farmers, workers and craftsmen of all kinds held their breath. Dozens of eyes were staring at their new monarch, about to fence against his new wife, dressed as a man. It was a rather unusual sight.

Rey attacked, surprising Kylo with her swiftness and speed. He countered the strike, twirling his blade with one smooth twist of the wrist. But she immediately struck again and their blades clattered. Rey was as quick and energetic as Kylo was strong and accurate. He moved in technical, rigorous motions, while Rey was quite the opposite and seemed to fight on pure instinct.

Their fight looked like a dance.

She dodged his attack and their swords locked. Rey clenched her teeth as she resisted the terrible strength of Kylo's pressure on her arms.

"Not bad for a desert flower," he said. "You could become a true warrior if you let me teach you."

"I… already…am... a true warrior," Rey puffed behind her clenched teeth, barely withstanding their power struggle.

He smiled, and giving into the momentum, crushed his mouth on his wife's, above their trembling swords. She tasted of salt and he felt his cock swelled. He desired her.

Did she desire him? She wasn't kissing him back.

Suddenly she moved away, dropped her weapon, and Kylo, taken by surprise, lost his balance. He fell forward as Rey twisted out of his reach and, throwing her leg into his knee, kicked him down.

He hit the pavement, dazed by the violence of her stroke. Rey seized the weapon he just dropped; towering over him, she pressed the sharp edge between Kylo's shoulder blades.

He winced, but didn't make a move. His eyebrow was bleeding and a thin red stream dripped down his right eye and cheek.

"Tell me, Oh mighty warrior," Rey hissed, "Do you need me to give you lessons?"

"You will pay for this," Kylo spat, fending off Rey's sword to stand up.

Rey watched him, picked up her weapon, and deeply bowed. The warriors princess was gone and the humble wife had returned.

If he hadn't felt utterly humiliated, Kylo would have been struck by the sudden change of attitude: the shy and frightened girl in his bedroom became wild and deadly on the battlefield.

But he had other worries at the moment. He clenched his fist on the hilt of his sword. "To your room. Now!" He commanded. "And change your clothes, this attire is… unacceptable."

He turned around and strode inside. The crowd in the courtyard heard him yell at his servants, demanding water and clothes to tend to his wound.

Rey was sitting on her bench, her untied hair flowing down her shoulders and only wearing the soft white shift she wore under her heavy gowns, when her husband made a dramatic entrance into her room, slamming the doors so forcefully their frames shook.

Rose- focused on cleaning her Ladyship's face with a soft sponge- startled so violently, she dropped the water bucket on the floor, soaking the carpet.

Rey stood up, raising her chin with pride.

"Get out!" Kylo yelled at the maid, who mumbled an apology, managed a quick bow, and quickly ran out of the room.

Kylo stopped in front of his spouse, and gave her a long glare from head to toe. She looked fragile and delicate in her see-through dress.

Then without warning, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face, so brutally she almost lost her balance. Rey opened her mouth in surprise and then reared back, slapping him back with all the strength she could muster.

Kylo clutched his cheek in disbelief.

"You… you hit me!" He stuttered, feeling his flesh burning under his fingers.

"Raise your hand to me ever again and you will regret it," Rey answered, with trembling lips.

"I am your husband! Your Lord and master! You owe me respect, and obedience!"

"And I am Princess Irene of the Sand's Federation, and you shall lower your gaze when you address to me, Benedict Soloren!"

Her hazel eyes were shining with anger. Kylo sensed her body coming alive with her passion: her cheeks flushed with pain and anger; her small nippled breasts heaving up and down as she breathed; her fists, clenched with knuckles white from rage ; the shadow of her pubic hair, he could glimpse at through the fabric.

All blood flow went to his groin as a powerful sensation knotted in his core. He had married a goddess. And he had two options. Either he killed her or he possessed her, here and now.

Rey gasped as he closed the space between them, grabbed her face with both hands and crushed his mouth to hers.

She froze, unsure of the appropriate reaction. Her body was still shaking with fright and rage. He had slapped her because she humiliated him in a sword duel in front for their servants. That she knew. What did this kiss mean? Was the quarrel over?

Kylo's tongue was pushing against her lips. He was breathless and something hard rubbed against Rey's navel.

She opened her lips and welcomed him inside, unsure of how to return the kiss. She mimicked the movements of his tongue with her and it unlocked something new inside her.

A burning river flowed down her veins into her belly, twisted under her navel, woke up her core and suddenly, she felt an unfamiliar tension in her groin.

It felt almost uncomfortable. She rubbed her thighs together.

Bashfully, she raised her hands to lay them on her husband's chest with the tip of her fingers, not daring to touch him more than that.

Locking his eyes with hers, he removed his hands from her face and slipped one hand behind her back, the other under her knees, and lifted her into his arms as easily as if she'd been a doll. Rey held on to his neck and only let go as he gently laid her down on the bed.

Kylo's gaze was burning. Rey's was frightened. She was vulnerable again.

She looked away as he was peeling off his doublet and shirt, displaying his shoulders and the muscular lines of his belly. A trail of dark hair started under his navel and enlarged as it disappeared into his pants.

"Are you going to rape me?" Rey muttered, feeling sobs building in her throat.

Kylo froze, suddenly serious. "I will never take you against your will. Never, do you hear me? Instead, I want you to beg me to make love to you. Today, and always."

He was trying to reassure her, yet she kept wringing her hands. "Is it going to hurt again?"

Kylo came closer, and she startled as he raised his hand, as if she feared to be slapped again. But he gently touched her face. Very slowly, he laid a kiss on her lips.

"I am sorry for last night. I didn't have a choice. I had dreamed of something different for our wedding night… but we have plenty of time now. It won't hurt, ever, again."

Rey relaxed slightly, yet she didn't totally believe him. The previous night had been excruciating. She couldn't imagine intercourse not being painful, not to mention begging him to do that to her.

"Take your clothes off," He said with a low voice, and she raised her frightened eyes.

"I'm not going to hurt you", he added. "If you need me to stop, just say so. I promise to respect your decision."

She nodded. Her lips closed into a thin line, and started to untie the neckline of her dress. Kylo picked up the hem and lifted it above her head.

And then she was naked for the first time in front of a man and bashfully covered her breasts with her arms.

Gently, Kylo took her wrists and opened her arms to him, to admire her. Golden freckles covered her shoulders and her collarbone. The small pink pearls of her nipples were peaking towards him. He felt eager to suck them, but it was too soon for that. It was urgent to take this slow.

"My Lady," he said, "Aphrodite herself is not as beautiful as you."

Then he moved to sit on the bed, his back against the wall, bare chested but still wearing his puffy short pants, knotted under his knees. He waved his hand to invite her to join him: "Come closer. I promise not to harm you."

Naked and frightened, Rey obeyed. She kneeled next to him.

Extending his hand, he gently pulled her into his arms, and she sat between his thighs, back pressed against his torso. In this position, her neck, chest, belly and mound were exposed.

Kylo softly laid his hand on her hip and she quivered.

He whispered in her ear, "Close your eyes. Breathe deeply, and describe what you feel."

She closed her eyes. He was kissing her hair, her ear, her neck. His wet and warm lips brushed against her skin and she shivered. Her husband's hands, feeling huge on her, tenderly touched the curve of her hips, the dip of her belly button, raising to her ribs. She stuttered as he touched her breasts and she opened her eyes in surprise.

"Hush," he breathed. "Relax. What do you feel? Tell me."

Rey wavered. How could she put words to this? What did he want to know?

"Your mouth on my neck is… it makes me shiver," she started, feeling embarrassed to talk about such things. "Your hands are warm… they burn my skin, and they - oh!"

He had just closed his fingers on her nipples, without pinching nor brutality, yet she startled.

"Go on." he said against her ear.

"I don't know…" Rey answered. "I… I don't have words for this. You are touching me up here and it feels warm… down below."

"Down below? In your sex? "

"Y...Yes…" Rey muttered. "I… I think a may have peed a little..."

He smiled against her hair. "Don't worry. You felt something dripping? When I did this?" Matching words with action, he rolled her nipples between his fingers, and Rey arched her back against him.

"Yes!"

"Good girl," Kylo said. "Now don't be scared. I'm going to place my hand down there. I won't hurt you."

Leaving the nipple he had taken so good care of, he brushed his hand down her ribs, her navel, tangled his fingers into her delicate curly pubic hair and finally, her soft folds. She was warm and wet, totally different from the previous night. He felt her chest move up and down as she breathed heavily.

Kylo was holding Rey into his hands as a musician would hold a cello. Her sighs were music to his ears.

She cried out and wriggled to get rid of his grip as it touched the sensitive skin covering her clitoris. Kylo removed his hand and placed it on her abdomen, close but not touching her, until he felt her relax, then licked his middle finger, and placed it back between her thighs.

"Please let me." He said. "I will stop if it hurts."

Rey's head fell back, as she closed her knees. This was edging too close to the violation of the previous night.

But Kylo gently pushed her thighs with his hand, encouraging her to open them. He was kissing the delicate skin of her neck, nipping on her earlobe. She shivered with delight, relaxing the pressure that held her knees together.

Her husband found her slit and slowly opened it. Rey's breath increased as she resisted the need to close her legs and push him away. He was touching her slowly, stroking the nub hidden under her folds. She lost her breath and sat up, overwhelmed by this new sensation.

"Oh Kylo!" she burst out,

"would you like me to stop?"

"No! No, continue!"

She didn't see him smile. Her eyes were shut and her mouth open, as she focused on this part of her body he was helping her discover for the first time. He kept moving his finger, slowly and smoothly, touching her nipple with his left hand. She was arched against him and he could smell her, practically taste her arousal. Rey was relaxed at last, her legs spread, opening under his hand's ministrations. Kylo's middle finger rubbed just under her clitoris and Rey moaned.

Then he moved his hand down. She was damp under his touch and he laid his finger on her entrance without trying to push inside, to get her used to the feeling. This caused her to quiver and he felt her walls clench. She was receptive-no longer shying away, so he resumed his caress, drawing small circles at her entrance, though still not slipping inside her. Against his palm, Rey's hips bashfully started to roll. It was a rather spontaneous wave, changing the pressure and contact of her core against his finger, which only to make her moan more.

Kylo felt a maddening urge, a furious need to fuck her, to thrust into her. She was calm and so very wet. He would glide inside her perfectly. It would be a very different experience from the previous night and there was no doubt they'd both enjoy it. But he didn't want to scare her away… going too fast could shatter the trust he was just starting to gain.

His cock was painfully hard inside his pants as he thought about delving inside her. He desperately needed relief as each roll of Rey's hips rubbed against his shaft and made him want her more.

He felt ridiculous: was he some kind of shy virgin, ready to come in his pants at the sheer sight of this woman swooning in his arms?

He let go of her breast, which he had been lovingly rubbing since she sat between his arms, and tilted his hips to grab his cock through his clothes.

He switched hands. The left hand laid against Rey's wet, burning core as the right hand slid inside his pants in order to slowly touch himself.

Rey felt his change of rhythm and bent to the side to see what he was doing. Her cheeks turned bright red when she saw the shape of his length bulging under the fabric.

This too, was new to her. She tilted her head, asking for a kiss, seeking Kylo's lips. She tasted his mouth, savoring the touch of their tongues, of this hand on her most secret place, and- feeling suddenly bold- she laid her hand on top of Kylo's, moving up and down under his clothes.

A groan escaped Kylo's lips. Rey's hand on his own, helping touching himself, was the most erotic thing she'd done so far in their bedroom. Slowly, to give her time to change her mind, he picked up Rey's hand, slid it beneath his pants and laid it on his throbbing cock, encouraging her to touch him.

Rey lowered her gaze to look at what she was holding So this was what stabbed her last night. She marveled at the size of it: it was big as her sword's hilt. No wonder it had been so painful! But looking at it again, no longer terrified but was warm and safe in her husband's arms, she found it neither ugly nor scary. It had a funny mushroom shape, smooth and soft, with a drop of liquid near the tip's opening. Kylo helped her close her hand on him and guided her, sliding up and down. Rey felt her body react; her core clenched. Her movement on Kylo's cock was echoing his own movement at her entrance.

Kylo's carefully turned her around in his arms, so she was facing him. She was holding his cock with her both hands now, exploring the details and texture, as he kissed her full-heartedly and resumed his tender rubbing between her thighs. He was so tempted to thrust his finger deep inside her, but was afraid to harm her.

"My Lady," He said. "Will you allow me to lick you?"

Rey laughed, thinking her was making a joke. "Do what?"

"I want to kiss you here."

"You can't be serious!" Rey cried out. "You're not speaking of putting your mouth… there?!"

"I will stop the minute you tell me to" Kylo answered, helping her lay down on her back and gliding his lips on the soft skin of her neck.

Rey gasped as he closed his mouth on her breast, grazing his teeth on her nipple. Kylo froze, waiting for her signal to continue.

"Oh!" she sighed. "More!"

He resumed. He kissed, sucked and carefully licked her breasts, feeling her cunt react against his hand. She was close to climax, and she didn't even know it.

So he moved down, and pushed her thighs open to fit his head in between. Her curly hair was wet with arousal. Opening his mouth, he glided an eager tongue through her slit, all the way from the bottom to the top.

"Oh my God!" Rey burst out, sitting up, closing her thighs on Kylo's face.

He pushed her open again and buried his face into her scent, delightfully licking her folds. Rey was biting her fist, trying not to scream. Kylo's tongue played with her entrance, taking its time against the tight, sensitive ring, still tensed from the previous night's trauma. He wanted to tame her, get her used to him. Rey had fallen back on the bed and rolled her hips against his mouth, breathing heavily. Her fingers clutched on the sheets, knuckles turning white. Kylo knew she was close. He could sense her walls clenching, her juices flooding in his mouth, her folds turning red and her clit swelling, peaking towards him. He'd have sold his soul to the Devil to thrust his cock deep inside her until he painted her insides white with his spend, but he restrained himself. There would be many other nights to fuck her. Right now, it was not about him.

"Kylo, Kylo, stop! It's too much! Too much!" Rey cried out, and he lifted his face, wet with her arousal.

"What's too much?"

"The feeling… this." And she writhed beneath him. "It's growing, I don't think I can take it. It's… consuming me."

"It's not going to hurt, Sweetheart." He soothed, kissing the inside of her thighs. "But if you must scream, don't hold back."

"It's too strong. If it grows more, I feel my body will break..." Rey whispered, unsure of the right words to describe her concern.

"Let me carry on. Please. Trust me. Let's see what happens if we let it grow higher."

He knew he could have tried to explain what was happening to her, but he so desperately wanted to show her and watch her unravel for the first time.

She spread her legs more, lifting her knees, and Kylo held her ass in his hands. Using this new angle, he sucked hard on her clit.

A deep groan escaped Rey's throat, and she looked like she was going to faint as her head fell backwards. Her body convulsed. Kylo kept his pace, sucking fast and hard with the tip of his tongue on her nub.

"Oh dear God, I… My God I'm… I'm…! Kylo, oh God Kylo—"

She was failing to form a coherent sentence. Her body violently arched and she released a long, high pitched scream, her neck exposed and her eyes shut, as her very first orgasm shook her whole. It was orange. A light flashed behind her eyelids, the room turned white and for a moment she was scared she'd pass out.

She had no idea what had just happened to her. The sensation was unknown, and unusually intense. She started to shake and curled up, shivering, in total bewilderment.

Kylo moved to lay down beside her and held her tightly. He kissed her hair and soothed her. "I am here. It's okay. Everything is okay. You did wonderfully, Rey. You were perfect."

"What… what did you do to me?" She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Did you like it?"

"I… yes I think so. But I feel swollen and… I'm not sure, I feel tense inside."

« You want my cock », Kylo thought, smiling, but he kept that thought to himself for tonight.

He pulled the sheet over his wife. Her breath was slowing as she was falling into slumber.

When she finally fell into a deep sleep, he freed his aching cock from his pants and started to violently stroke his member. He needed to come, to relieve himself. The taste of her climax on his tongue was driving him insane. Laying on his back, he vigorously pleasured himself, dreaming of what it would feel like to fuck her as she deserved. When she'd beg him to. He would fuck her and worship her and it would be glorious. She would scream in delight, dig her fingers into his sides, roll her hips along his own and would beg him to go deeper, stronger. He'd apply his thumb on her clit and make her come on his cock, before he came too…

He groaned, pumping into his fist as the idea of Rey coming on his shaft led him to climax. Warm cum spurted on his hand and belly.

He cleaned himself with the sponge the princess was earlier using on her face. Relieved at last, he snuggled against her and kissed her neck.

"I love you, Lady Rey Soloren of the First Order." he whispered. "And I will win your love, no matter the costs: my life, my wealth and my honor."

Inside his arms and deep in slumber, Irene sighed with delight.