When Rey woke in a tangle of bedsheets, crisp with old sweat, she still had his proposition on her mind. It followed her through the dry bread roll which was the only thing available for breakfast, trailed after her as she made desultory conversation with financiers and wealthy backers, nudged her as she completed her party piece and lifted today's willing assistant off the floor to the accompaniment of polite applause.

She had no doubt that if she turned him down he'd just appear in her thoughts again anyway, that was just the sort of man he was, but there might be a way she could turn this to her advantage. It might just be possible, if she managed to get close enough to him, to convince him to meet her somewhere private, to lure him off his Star Destroyer, away from the protection of his fleet and finish him for good. This might be the way to kill Kylo Ren.

Enthused with that idea she tried to work out a suitable time to kick off her plot, but intergalactic time zones could be tricky. Her night was the middle of his day, but all planets had their own rotational cycle so that wasn't necessarily a very good guide. Eventually she just searched for the location of his last speech, found his approximate local time zone from that and worked out that if she wanted to catch him in bed she'd need to be somewhere quite private by lunchtime.

That was a bit of a problem on a base this small, with walls this thin. Finn, who shared a bedroom with Poe next to hers, had already started complaining about how noisy she was being in the middle of the night, although what he was doing awake in the middle of the night was something about which she'd prefer not to enquire. She wandered out into the forest as midday approached.

Phanophanopia was a jungle world, with a sky coloured deep violet as a result of the chemicals in the atmosphere, the fumes given off by so many plants. She stopped in a glade carpeted with carmine moss, fringed in deep green fronds, far enough off the beaten track to be sure no one else from the Resistance was going to blunder in. She sat down in the centre of the clearing, closed her eyes and attempted to enter whatever a meditative trance might be. Without training though, it was hard to know what state of enlightenment she was aiming at, so instead she tried to inhale deeply and slowly, focus on the beating of her heart and the pulse in her wrists, block out the animal noises and the light on her face and just breathe.

'Where are we?' he said.

Her eyes flew open, although somewhere she was dimly conscious that she was still breathing deeply and hadn't moved. 'Outside. What can you see?'

He shrugged, and his face looked different, bathed in sunlight, fresher, cleaner somehow. 'Jungle. You. I take it this is a yes?'

She dropped him a fake smile. 'Like you said, it's harmless. I hope this time fits in better with your schedule. I had to come out to the middle of nowhere to get some privacy while everyone else is having lunch.'

'Is privacy important?'

'I don't want everyone to know I'm sleeping with Kylo Ren.'

'You're not sleeping with me. You're dreaming about sleeping with me. I imagine there are people all over the galaxy dreaming about sleeping with Kylo Ren.'

She rolled her eyes. 'Aren't you supposed to be in bed?'

'I am in bed.' He followed the direction of her glance down to the full set of robes, boots and gloves he was wearing. 'Let me fix that.'

His body shimmered like it had been caught in a heat haze and re-emerged clad in a pair of loose black pyjama bottoms. His chest was ridiculously broad, she decided, almost unnaturally so, and he was completely hairless. She felt an urge to march over there and bite his nipples. She licked her lips.

'Is that what you're wearing right now?' she asked.

'More or less.'

'Which?'

'More, actually.'

He shimmered again, returning stark naked, sporting an enormous erection and a smug little smile. She glanced down to find that her clothes had disappeared too, but she was busy reacquainting herself with the enormous erection, all the more impressive when it wasn't being wedged down her throat.

She stood there and looked at him for a while, conscious that he was doing the same to her, his attention lingering over her breasts, her crotch, in the same way she was fixated on his groin. She couldn't remember ever experiencing such animal lust before in her life, her mind spilling over with positions she wanted to try, fantasies she wanted to explore with him beside her, willing and capable.

He moved for her at the same time she reached for him, his hands all over her, smoothing down her arms, squeezing the flesh of her breasts, dragging between her thighs to feel the wetness already pooling there. She spent a few whole seconds running her tongue across his chest and then fisted her hand around him, her thumb finding the moisture gathering on the end and brushing it off slowly while he watched.

She made to drop to her knees, but he followed her down, signalling with a significant look the position she should take as he rolled onto his back. She spread her legs across his face, bent forward to suck him into her mouth. The things he could do to her with his tongue and his fingers were beyond words. She was halfway to a climax before he'd so much as completed his first lick, fingers already sliding deep within her, twisting as they moved. She concentrated on the taste of him on her tongue, the feel of him filling her mouth before realising that actually, this wasn't going to work, and she broke away swiftly, flinging her leg across his hips so she could straddle him. There was an abrupt surge of friction and heat between her thighs, she brushed a fingertip over her clitoris automatically and she was climaxing around him, emerging on the other side a few seconds later, red faced.

'Sorry.' She didn't really want to meet his gaze, sneaked a guilty look from beneath her eyelashes.

'Don't be sorry.' She heard the sincerity in his voice, looked at him properly.

'And don't be embarrassed in front of me, either.' He raised his hips a fraction, reminding her that he was still buried, thick and tight inside her. 'If there's something you want me to do, tell me. If there's anything you want to try, ask. I won't judge you for it. This will only work if we're honest with each other.'

She bit her lip, nodded, agreeing to his terms as long as sex was concerned, but having no intention of revealing she'd try and use it to ambush him, if she could. He raised a hand, slid it around to cover the place she'd just been touching, still throbbing from last time, and he circled it firmly, making her gasp because the sensation was still so raw.

'Shall we try again?' He thrust upwards into her properly, rubbing hard enough that the soreness tuned into a powerful burn of pleasure. She set the pace, raising and lowering her hips on top of his, pulling him out almost completely, just for the satisfaction of slamming back down, meeting the hard rush as he rammed home. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations building inside her, running her fingers up and down her chest, tugging on her nipples for a bit more friction.

He didn't seem to be tiring, was barely breathing hard but she was about to climax again when, on the outskirts of hearing, she thought she caught voices. His fingers moved against her, finding an angle that forced pleasure deep into her core and although her eyes flew open, she was incapable of stopping the orgasm now it had arrived.

Two men emerged in the clearing opposite her, young men, barely into adulthood, whose faces she didn't recognise, meaning they were new recruits, dressed in the dull tan and brown uniforms of the Resistance. Their eyes were wide with shock as they stared at her but there was nothing she could do, as the man between her legs pushed her over the boundary of control. She shouted out, arched her back into the penetration, his fingers jerking, noisy and wet within her, her hands tightening on her breasts. She came, her eyes open and watching them watch her and it went on for longer because she was trying so hard to get it to stop.

'There are people,' she whispered, as soon as she was able.

One of the men turned to the other. 'Did you just see what I just saw?'

'Yeah,' his mate replied. 'She's beautiful when she comes.'

The man beneath her, still rock solid despite the fact that she was now slippery around him, sat up immediately.

One of the recruits stepped pack, pointing a shaking finger. 'She's fucking Kylo Ren.'

The man himself smiled lazily, leaned back on one arm and gave a tiny wave.

The other boy's voice was hoarse with terror. 'He's the most frightening man in the galaxy.'

The most frightening man in the galaxy reached out quite deliberately with his free hand, and wrapped it around Rey's right breast, squeezing it into a point.

Her attention flicked from the voyeurs on the other side of the glade down to the man obviously enjoying their presence as he bent forward, his tongue swirling a wide circle around the brown of her nipple with an exaggerated moan.

He glanced over at the two men. 'Do you want to watch?'

Rey's mouth fell open.

He went for her other breast, slurped it into his mouth and sucked on it lasciviously. He glanced over again, said, through a mouthful of aureole, 'Or do you want to join in?'

Rey pushed him off her in outrage, crossing her arms over her chest. 'Go away,' she yelled at the men on the other side of the clearing, who faded back into the jungle.

'Privacy is important then,' he remarked.

She slid off his body with an ease born of two back to back orgasms. 'I'm going to have to go back to the base and sort this out.' She scrambled to her feet, looking round for her clothes.

'Now?'

Glancing down, she remembered that she was the one with the two orgasms and he was still hard and glistening, the enormous erection still firmly erect.

'Get on your hands and knees, I promise I'll be quick,' he promised.

She couldn't just leave him unsatisfied after what he'd done for her, twice, but she dropped to the floor with bad grace. 'Get on with it.'

'This is your favourite position, isn't it?' he murmured, kneeling behind her and pressing inside with an assured stroke.

The two orgasms meant that she could feel the jab of his thrusts, but there was no way she was going to come again. The grip on her hips yanked her backwards as he plunged forward, and she dropped her head and waited for it to be over.

Her pelvis wobbled as he let go, a shadow passed across the sunlight, but she was too slow to see what he was doing. The bushes opposite her rustled and a camouflaged blur resolved itself into the two Resistance fighters who hesitated, before what was clearly another wave of his arm beckoned them forward. She tensed to knock them away with a blast from the Force, but he used that moment of distraction to slide his hands to her thighs, picking her up and spreading her legs wide. She caught her weight on her arms, felt the sudden slam as he pushed in further, hit the barrier inside her that meant she couldn't take any more, and then made a determined effort to push through it away.

The two interlopers had made it to her new, more precarious position and she was about to launch an attack when she noticed that their clothes shimmered with the same heat haze she'd noticed earlier, and she tilted her head, wondering.

The first youth dropped to the floor, inched under her body with his legs sticking out to the right until his head was beneath her pelvis. She felt his breath on her, his tongue touching, then lapping away between her spread legs, just in front of the pounding she was now getting from Kylo Ren's enormous erection. She groaned out loud, watched as the second man slid underneath her with his legs sticking out to the left, took a breast into his mouth and sucked hard, pinching the other nipple in tandem.

Her arms shook. There was no question now that she was going to come again, as the three of them tried their best to push her into a climax.

There was a voice beneath her, and it said, apropos of absolutely nothing. 'There's something about you and a forest. We met in a forest. You fell into my arms. I'd have done this to you then if not for the whole tedious consent thing.'

She fought off the pleasure with a force of will. 'Consent? You said I had to ask you if I wanted to try anything. You didn't ask me about these two – I thought they were real.'

The voice beneath her chuckled. 'Dark side, Rey. Dark side.'

She managed to string it out long enough to feel his rhythm falter, the strokes become more random and the grunts of effort louder, and then she couldn't stop herself any longer, licked and sucked and fucked into the most intense orgasm of her life.

Her shout echoed around the clearing and went on long enough that she had to draw breath, stars flashing in front of her eyes as he spilled himself into her.

Then her cheek landed in the moss.

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