Humiliated and denied; Hux had left the drawing room with his blood boiling (or what was left of it that hadn't rushed down to his lower quarters and stayed there). He was quickly learning about Kendra. While in her presence, he was weak, helpless. She tore down every defence, no matter how carefully built, with little to no effort. He couldn't place it; found it impossible to figure out why she obsessed him. Was it because she opposed him with no fear?

Was it because, despite the obvious hatred, she toyed with him so mercilessly and appealed to some strange desires he didn't know he had? Sick little fantasies. Maybe she was able to read him better than he thought she could. He had never discussed anything of the sort with her. They didn't even inquire after each other's wellbeing, let alone discuss that. She clearly saw something in him that he couldn't even see within himself and exploited it ruthlessly.

Did he enjoy it? He'd be lying if he said he didn't. It was odd; when it was happening, he was so encased in it that he wouldn't be able to answer that question. But when it was over, he craved it all over again. Kendra had always been vicious. Even when he first met her and before he married her, she'd been a serpent.

Glowering looks, disdained eye rolling, impatient tutting. She got worse when that trapping ring was put on her finger and continued to do so three years later. The only time there had been a kink in her armour had been their wedding night. There had been fear and distrust in her eyes; would she have been able to reach for that dagger and use it?

Perhaps. It didn't even stretch to hatred (that had been quickly restored when the consummation was over); he convinced himself that was the reason he'd been gentle with her the one time she'd been most vulnerable.

Brendol returned to his room and ran a bath. She stressed him, infuriated him and now he was unsatisfied. She'd strategically depraved him in a torturous move to bring him back for more. With the lotions in and the water pouring into the tub, he stood in front of the mirror and inspected the now dried streak of blood on the side of his face.

His eyes flickered to the swollen puncture in his lip. That evil, deranged she-wolf. He touched it and flinched; it seemed his weakness had peaked since arriving here. On the comfort of Starkiller and Finalizer, he never would have crumbled the way he did here.

It wasn't his surroundings though; it was the company. Namely Kendra. Brendol stripped with disinterest; his only goal was to soak. Eyes closed, he lay back in the water and felt it gently ebb away at the kinks in his muscles. He had not forgotten about the uncomfortable rod of arousal that poked through the water though partially hidden by the rich lather, lying against his stomach. Whatever way he shifted in the water, his hand brushed it and his eyes opened. It was begging for his attention.

Eyes closed again, Brendol's hand brushed it again and again until he finally took himself in hand with a few slow strokes to start off. He gave a small murmur of self-appreciation and let his thumb caress the head listlessly; unsure if the wet was from the bath or a tiny sample of pre-cum. His grip tightened. He swallowed. His strokes picked up their pace. He could feel her. Was that his hand or hers?

He opened his eyes briefly; he was alone in the bathroom. Darkness consumed his vision again and his hardened swipes continued to a whole new set of groans and ecstatic grunts. Her breath breezed his neck and when he looked, he was still alone. How was she able to creep into his head like that?!

As if her lack of appearance irritated him, Brendol's eyes snapped shut and his head dipped back as the water moved around him, splashing in the rhythm of his hand plunging rapidly in and out. His breathing was quick and shallow and he could hear hers hitching with him.

He tried to remember: Had he ever seen her naked? Properly, fully naked? No. He'd remember if he had. As his hand moved, he tried to picture her totally and completely bare. No dress, no corset, no underwear nothing. Not an ounce of fabric on that sallow skin.

He wanted to see her chest, her shoulders, her back, her thighs, hair up so he could see it all; not just the snippets he had seen during their short encounters and even their wedding night. Brendol could feel the fire building in the pit of his stomach and the more he pictured his wife exposed, the more fuel was added.

He was practically throttling his member now, his fist tight and clenched, the lubrication coming from the slightly thickened water from the bath lotion. He wanted to sit and watch her unadorned, wanted to take in every inch of raw skin, touch it, taste it…. That was it. He exploded. Brendol gave a strangled, stuttered cry of absolute euphoria and relief as little strands of semen either mixed with the water or just floated in it. Whatever way he looked at it, she had done it to him. And she wasn't even there.

Brendol dried and dressed himself with the intention of seeking Kendra out before he left. His time in the bathtub seemed to have awakened something in the male. Would it change when he was in her ever intimidating presence? He hoped not.

"Where is she?!" The redhead barked at the first of Kendra's staff that he came across, causing the meek young woman to jump.

"Still in the drawing room, sir!" She squeaked with something akin to terror. "But she has company, sir!" Company?! Brendol stormed towards the room he had been ejected from earlier, took a moment to calm himself then pushed in the door ever so quietly to catch Kendra in her disobedience.

He saw her first; sitting in one of the staunch wooden arm chairs by the fire place with one foot on the ground and the other on the seat close to her body, hitching her dress up. She hadn't noticed him yet which led to jealousy rising like bile in his throat. It may have had something to do with the large, pale hand clasped over her throat from behind, forcing her head to tilt back to her company.

Her eyes were half closed, clearly entranced by whatever he was saying to her. Kylo Ren in all his black robed but unmasked splendour. He stood behind her chair with the fire casting an ominous glow, reaching over her shoulder with her throat firmly held in one hand; the other was buried in her hair.

His thumb appeared to slowly caress the delicate skin of her jawline as he leaned down, his mouth only inches from her ear. Brendol couldn't hear what was being said but he didn't like it. If it had been any man; he wouldn't have liked it. Kylo Ren was even worse.

"Get. Out." Ren looked up and Kendra's eyes flickered open. She blinked once then twice then allowed her vision to trail to Brendol with the mildest look of surprise. Ren straightened up but didn't remove either of his hands.

"You're interrupting." Ren spoke plainly and boldly, immune to the General's instruction and the line he was obviously overstepping.

"This is my house. She is my wife. I told you to GET OUT!" Ren removed his hands and grudgingly stepped away from Kendra. Brendol was watching Kendra; she had given her head a small, brief shake as if trying to remove a small insect from her hair on a summer's day. Realization hit him but she was still recovering.

Hux saw red and it was no longer to do with finding Ren with his hand wrapped around his wife's throat. How dare he?! As Ren went to stride past him, Brendol stuck out an arm and grabbed a handful of the Knight's robes, dragging him back to face him. The burning fury in his eyes would have been enough to terrorise man or beast.

"If I catch you near her again…." Brendol began with a vicious hiss, one side of his lip curled up into a snarl. "And if I catch you trying to force your way into her head again, Snoke will not be your only worry." He didn't notice the look as the situation dawned on Kendra; he was too busy submerging Ren in his threat. The taller of the two male's wrenched his robes free of Hux's hand and thundered from the room, disgusted at getting caught.

Brendol waited a moment before he crossed the room and sat in the chair facing hers.

"Are you alright?" It took her a while to answer, time to process what had almost happened. There was that vulnerability again. He knew it. She was used to control and with Kylo Ren in her head, the last thing she had was control; she just seemed to stare at nothing.

"Did he just…."

"Yes." Silence again. The thought occurred to him to leave her in peace rather than impose himself on her. But he was hesitant to do so. If Ren saw him elsewhere, he might try again. He seemed to have a problem with not getting his own way. "I told you to stay away from him." Her eyes snapped to him, outraged at the undeserved blame.

"He came in here after you left! I told you I have no interest in the lightsaber wielding brat!" She was back to herself; the look of distaste she sported now was proof of that. Maybe she didn't realize how close she'd come. Maybe she underestimated Kylo Ren and his power. "And even if I did, your jealousy rears its ugly head again, Brendol." What was the point in denying it?

Kendra's eyes slipped upwards to find Brendol standing over her. One large hand slid up the exposed flesh of her leg where her dress had hitched; his resolve from the bathtub holding fast.

"Do you think it matters that you don't love me? That you despise me?" It was almost dangerous; she didn't answer. "It doesn't matter what it is: No one, not even Kylo Ren, takes or intrudes on anything that is mine. Not my food, not my drink, not my wife."

He was blocking her vision of everything else; all she could do was stare up at him sullenly, nostrils flaring ever so slightly at the squeeze to her leg. He took a few steps back to give her room for his next instruction. He'd made himself clear now; he wanted to see if she'd be as compliant with him as he'd been with her.

"Stand up." The order was hesitantly obeyed, out of stubbornness and nothing else. "Come here." She sidled towards him. "Stop." She stopped. "Turn around." She did. Hux skirted around the significantly smaller female and took the seat she had occupied. "Strip." An arched eyebrow and a coy smirk greeted his command.

"Revenge is sweet, isn't it Brendol?"

"Indeed. Strip."

The tiny metal clasps at the front of Kendra's dress were unfastened and she allowed the light, off cream material to pool at her feet. No underwear; interesting. Brendol took a shaky breath; she was more perfect than he ever could have imagined. The image he had conjured in the bathtub had been a poor imitation by someone who had never seen the real thing. He sat forward in his chair, eyes roving over every curve, every freckle, every dimple. Exquisite.

"Hair up." She submitted there too. A clip was pulled from the ruins of her dress and the obsidian locks were bundled back into a messy bun with a strand hanging here and there for effect.

"Better?"

"Better." Brendol glanced to her face, just for a second. She was enjoying this. This domination was exciting her. There was no shyness, no vulnerability just a gleeful sort of smirk. As if pleased he was taking the upper hand. Maybe it was the power he had exerted over Kylo Ren. His eyes dropped again with her hair out of the way.

No pockmarks, no scars, no blemishes. Perfection. He started at her shoulders and worked his way down to her arms that stayed dutifully by her sides. His vision raked her collar bone, down to her chest where he noticed; from a distance that they were medium sized, her nipples pert and rosy from being exposed to the room. By rights, they should have been used for suckling Brendol's children but he had another purpose in mind for them.

Her stomach was not flat but why would he wanted to be crushing against a ribcage and bony hips? Her thighs were neither big nor small but seemingly just right for the size of her body. Every inch of her was pale and milky save for a small, womanly collection of black on her femininity.

"Turn around." The second time she was given that direction tonight. She did as she was told. He took in the creamy expanse of her back, the two small dimples on either side of her spine which directed his attention to the strong child-bearing hips that he hadn't noticed as much from the front. His final examination was the curvature of the cheeks of her buttocks that almost invited him to touch them. Part of his fantasy was complete.

"Come here." Again, the second time and she heeded as servile as she had the first time. Kendra was lifted so she straddled her husband's lap and waited patiently as he completed the second part; sating the urge to touch every inch. His hands were almost too large for her but it didn't stop him palming over every pore and crevice that he had never explored. Hux's eyes closed at the feeling of her entire naked body pressed up against his.

Still his hands just stroked random streaks of flesh, his breathing picking up as he did so. His faze nuzzled in between her breasts as he took in that beautiful scent, whatever it was. Maybe it was just her rather than a perfume. Whatever it was, it was intoxicating. Kendra, though she didn't show it or voice it, was confused. Why did he crave this intimacy? Why did he insist on examining her like a show beast? Was it to reinforce ownership? To remind her who she belonged to?

Kendra panted lightly at the harsh, damp pressure encased around her left nipple. One hand rested on her hip, the other cupped the right cheek of her buttocks and she found her own arms wrapped around his neck. Already, her shoulder and her neck had been marked, the hollow of her throat swept with his nose and her jawline nibbled. His teeth grazed her and her hips bucked hard against his leg in a brief dry hump.

Even beyond his closed lids, Brendol gave a small smirk. His hand left her hip and wandered down between her legs. If his trousers had been any colour other than black, the small wet patch collecting underneath her would have been difficult to deny. He swapped breasts and one long finger discovered the crease between her lips; elated when it was given a sticky coating already. He continued to move his finger but didn't enter her.

She was ready but he didn't want to part from her just yet. With a groan of both fever and contention, Kendra was lifted again but kept close to Brendol's still clothed chest. He couldn't take it anymore nor could (he sensed) she. With parts one and two complete: To view her, to touch her…. The prelude to part three had already begun and he wouldn't be satisfied until he truly got to taste her.

Kendra found her back against the fur pelt rug in front of the fireplace. It had once belonged to some magnificent animal; some rare, now extinct breed of tauntaun, she believed. Already her skin was beginning to prickle from the close proximity to the heat.

Or maybe that was need, she couldn't tell. It was beginning to look like they had called a truce. Yes, he had instigated this specific encounter but it was turning out to be mutually beneficial. The female's chest heaved as she watched him take her in again from above.

"I don't care what you plan on doing, just do it!" She hissed at him, almost sounding like her old self.

"Desperation suits you, Kendra." He retorted smugly, still in the heavy black of his clothes (It wasn't his uniform. That had been removed days ago for cleaning. What he wore now was very similar, almost the exact same but without the insignias). He strayed down towards her abdomen, scattering random kisses on random pieces of flesh until he pried her legs apart.

He wasted no time in burying his face in his wife's heat. Kendra tensed as a kiss was pressed to her womanhood and after that, her eyes needed to close. To keep them open would be to waste energy she would be too busy giving over to pleasure.

Naturally, Kendra had taken her hair down from the hair from the clip to ease any discomfort of her head against the floor. Brendol took great pride in the way she squirmed lightly underneath him. His tongue repeatedly attacked her clitoris, moving it in different formations, seeking a reaction each time. He got it. Two fingers joined this effort, both plunging in slow and deep to keep Kendra whining like she currently was.

Hux had never had the luxury of having his wife's hand buried in his hair or indeed pulling on it but now that he had, he was going to relish it. His efforts continued and as they did, his gaze lifted to that beautiful face, contorted and almost pained by the combined strokes of both his tongue and his fingers.

He smirked against her, watching her still with her eyes tightly shut, her bottom lip clamped hard under one tooth and her free hand clutching at her left breast. All mine…. What he wouldn't have given for Kylo Ren to try again at this moment.

The only way to make this better was to emasculate that petulant man-child at the same time. Kendra's whimpers had turned into full on moans of wanton as her hips rolled towards Brendol; as ever he was delighted with the result. She was definitely close; they both knew it. It had been everything he imagined and more during his lonely strokes in the bathtub. And she responds so well!

When Brendol pulled away, his Kendra's eyes snapped open with a noise of protest. Her secretion covered his nose, his lips and had also greased his chin. Quite attractive. She found herself thinking though she had never commented on his looks either in the positive or negative. That would imply she cared enough to take notice. Hux undressed with the thrilling taste of his wife still in his mouth.

He needed to get rid of the throb in his trousers; it wouldn't take long. She was already close and so was he just from watching her. It occurred to Kendra that she had never seen her husband naked. Their wedding night had more or less been in the dark and the night he arrived back home had been fully clothed.

This was her chance. Yes, he was tall but not all that muscular as one would expect of a General in the First Order. And pale. Unnaturally so. Before she could take any more in, he had flipped her over without issue and propped her up on her hands and knees with a substantial guiding hand under her stomach.

Kendra chanced a looked back to see him kneeling behind her, lining himself up with the entrance that he was more than well acquainted with by now. Kendra waited with her eyes half closed and bordering on exhausted but expectant. They felt it in unison, that feeling of fullness for her and that feeling of envelopment for him.

It had a similar effect on both of them; panting, groaning, sweating. She was silently grateful for his choice in position. He straightened his back and gripped both her hips tight as leverage as his thrusts started to push in harder and faster with audible grunts of power. It kept out an intimacy they could not afford in their relationship.

Casual sex (as casual as a married couple can be?) or 'hate sex' was fine if it worked mutually but it would stop there. This was more like animals breeding than a husband and wife; she preferred it that way.

Kendra had been closer to her edge than Brendol so of course, she went before him but she let him use her to reach his own completion. He did as he had done the last two times he'd been inside her. Hux's hips continued to move until he felt the internal grip and the struggle to continue with his thrusting as his body tensed. He was fully sheathed inside her, mid thrust, when his seed spilled so he stopped and let it flow.

With his body free of the load, he sank down and covered her back with his chest to ease his hammering heart and labouring lungs. Somewhere in between that, he managed to press a light kiss in between her shoulder blades; the gesture was not appreciated. It was as close as they'd come to cuddling which Kendra would rather not do.

He was perfectly happy to remain in her warmth for a while but was roused when he felt her move underneath him. Reluctantly, he pulled out and sat back on his heels as he watched his wife gather her dress and slowly start to reapply it.

"Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Depends on when you're leaving." She didn't make eye contact.

"I don't know yet. Depends on when the ship is ready."

"Then you may or you may not."

"Kendra." She had been about to leave but stopped with a look of mild irritation. "I will be back."

"I know, Brendol. You keep saying. I'm going to bed."