Chapter 3: Straddle on the Throne

Shards of red plating and casing lay in a heap on the floor, as the last Praetorian Guard, pierced through the eye by a lightsaber's blade, fell away from Ben, to join his dismembered comrades. Ben straightened himself, breathing hard as he struggled to regain control of his air intake. He had eyes only for the fiery, brave, sexy young woman across the utterly destroyed throne room. She was breathing hard, her cute little breasts heaving. He had never been so aroused in his life. And he couldn't take it anymore.

Relief, desire, protectiveness and a thousand other emotions gushed through him and he barely sensed his feet carrying him across the floor as he gathered Rey back into his arms once again, as his lips descended upon hers in a fiery kiss - their third shared kiss in... had it been a day? Less than a day? Millennium? Ben didn't know, and Ben didn't care, for unklike in the elevator, time was now their friend. They had all the time in the world. The Supreme Leader, that monster Snoke who had dared to lay a hand on his mistress, his love, was dead. As was his entire apparatus. He and Rey had taken over the entire First Order. And Ben closed his eyes in total victory, letting the burning flakes from the ceiling, the scraping screech of torn-asunder metal, fall away as he clutched Rey ever closer and deepened the kiss that she was eagerly returning. They had all the time in the world.

Suddenly, Rey became quite assertive, and Ben found that he had never been more in love with her than he was now, as with a wave of her hand, she flung the dismembered corpse of Snoke off its throne and pushed Ben back into the obsidian headrest, boldly straddling his hips. She opened her mouth to him, their tongues battled for dominance, as their bodies now wriggled against one another in that clear sign that they had to make love yet again right fucking now. Clothes were torn, ripped in half, yanked from their bodies so hard that skin was nearly taken with it in some cases, the garments flung every which way.

"Ben... Mmmmm..." Rey moaned as he kissed her with the desperation of a man dying of thirst. "I need you. Inside me. Immediately." The growl in her voice - a lingering side effect of her battle-fueled rage - was apparent, and Ben dared not refuse her. So he swiftly, and without any pretense for gentleness, impaled his member into her tight, dripping wet...

"I love how ready you are for me, as I fuck your tight little pussy," Ben snarled with a needed breath in between their heated kisses, his eyes dark and besotted with arousal. "My naughty little scavenger..."

"Oh, Ben!" Rey mewled, throwing her head back so Ben could bite, nuzzle, mouth down her neck, her eyes closed in total ecstasy. He eventually worked his way down to her bare, bouncing breasts. Taking one nipple into his mouth so that it pebbled into a hardened, stub of a mountain, Ben feasted, suckled on it with the earnestness of a babe... A babe, baby, that he wished, in his deepest heart of hearts, to see nurse at Rey's breast one day. The breast of its mother... the mother of his child...

He now licked at the underside of her breast, slobbering her there. "I love you, Rey," he gasped. "I want to marry you... to stay by your side..."

"Uhhh... uhhhh... Oh Maker please... OHHHHH! YES! BEN!" Rey writhed and wailed as Ben fucked her harder and harder until at last, with two concurrent cries, in perfect sync just as they were in battle, joined through their Force Bond just as much as they had ever been, Rey and Ben both roaringly orgasmed at the same time.

Rey now rose off of Ben's lap and prompted him off the throne, making him stand. Dropping to her knees (noting how this was the only context in which she would submit before him), she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. In fact, she nearly swallowed him whole, sliding her tongue up and down his long shaft. She licked down to the base of his balls and back up to the tip of his penis lovingly. Her jaw muscles became sore, yet she continued her work, even through Ben's fingers were weaving through her chestnut hair, right down to her scalp, as he held her skull in place, frantically humping and canting into her face until... he released himself and all his juices into her throat. Rey greedily swallowed every last drop, before extracting herself from his length with a final, greedy lick.

One last deep kiss. A frantic search for clothes and a flurry of attempts to put them all on, even the ones that had been clearly ripped in their haste to make love, some atrociously so, ripped beyond repair.

Only now did either of them realize that they did not, in fact, have all the time in the world. Rey now ran to the window, her face still permanently flushed. "The fleet!" and she pointed out the window at the space battle going on around the Supremacy. "We must tell them to stop firing!" Ben didn't move. She turned, gazing at him, confused. "Ben...?"

Ben didn't answer, as he circled the split body of Snoke, pieces of corpse flung somewhat far afield, as if they were merely pieces of trash. He breathed heavily, with shaken relief, at the realization once again that he was free. Had shaken off at least some of the chains that bound him. Had surpassed his grandfather...

"It's time to let old things die. Snoke. Skywalker. The Sith. The Jedi. The Rebels. Let it all die." He faced Rey at last and approached her, his eyes pleading and earnest, breathless with anticipation and also sobering grimness. He knew what he had to do next... and he hoped she did too... "Rey..." He held out a gloved hand to her. "I want you to join me."

Rey stared at him, speechless, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. She was crying... why was she crying?... "We can rule together and bring a new order to the galaxy..."

"Don't do this, Ben," her voice soft as she choked on her tears, shaking her head. "Please don't go this way."

"No, you're still... holding on! LET GO!" Ben commanded, letting some frustration bubble to the surface. And he played one last card. "Do you want to know the truth about your parents? Or have you always known?"

She paused, caught off guard, so Ben pressed the advantage. He moved closer. "You've just hidden it away. You know the truth... Say it. Say it," he goaded, but not maliciously. No, gently, encouraging her to make the leap on her own.

"They were nobody," Rey finally whimpered.

"They were filthy junk traders. Sold you off for drinking money. They're dead, in a pauper's grave in the Jakku desert. You have no place in this story. You come from nothing. You're nothing."

He could sense the way his words stung her, and quickly tried to amend his statement, walk back a hand he may have overplayed just a bit too much. "But not to me."

Her eyes snapped back to him, surprised and... touched, perhaps?

"Join me," and he extended his gloved hand to her once more. Rey did not move, the tableau hanging in the air like the thick smoke still disappearing from the finished battle around them. "Please," Ben whispered, begged, tears beginning to cloud his voice now, as well.

For a moment - for the briefest instant - he thought he might succeed, as Rey's hand tentatively reached out, her fingers inches from his, and...

Her fingers splayed wide. A fake-out. He should have seen it coming, and only just in time threw the Force forward desperately, to keep the Skywalker saber from flying into her waiting palm. Yet the blade did not snap back into his own hand, either. It instead stayed, suspended in time and space, jiggling and quaking in the air between them, as he and Rey each began to put more energy into their efforts to make it yield to a master, any master. One of the two. The wind soon whistled around them in a frantic whirpool, a hurricane slowly whipping up as a result of the lightsaber's refusal to choose, refusal to bend.

So it broke. There was a flash of light so bright that neither Ben nor Rey could catch a glimpse of the famous weapon being ripped asunder and the ripple of an air pulse threw them to opposite ends of the throne room. Threw them apart.

Little did either of the star-crossed lovers know it then, but the saber's indecision had just thrown them apart for a long time.