Happy Holidays everyone! I hope your Christmas has been a great one.
Also, I am sending my deep condolences for the loss we Star Wars fans recently had, having Kylo's mother brought to the other side. May she rest in peace and may the memory of her linger for a very long time.

I had time to publish one more chapter before New Year's Eve and I guess the title says most of it.
If smut isn't your thing, this just isn't your chapter. :-)
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May the Force be with You. Always.


He rolled them over and caught both her hands in his.

It was a good call. Her defense mechanisms might have taken over and at this moment, she found herself unable to make a rational decision. All thoughts had melted into a lecherous buzz.
Slowly, her hands were pressed down on each side of her head.
The black eyes searched hers.

She hesitated and gulped before giving him a short nod.
His lips again, gracing hers. Then kissing her with a frightening intensity.
There was a vague reservation springing to life somewhere. It was not strong enough.
His hands slid along her arms, down to her shoulders. It seemed he knew just how to touch her; how to find her most sensitive spots.

She caught his wrist the moment his hand slid under her shirt.
"No!"
The hand drew back and stroked over the cloth reassuringly. A knee was nudging at her thighs, asking for more space. Her legs parted. Feeling him on her intimate parts stirred the hunger to life once more. Her small knob pulsated as he thrusted against it.
His heavy, searing arousal was contagious. Suddenly her legs were wound around his back, her body moving in his rhythm as he worked faster, gasping louder.

She buried her hands in his thick dark hair and could not help but to kiss his throat and jaw, loving how the drops from his strain fell from his forehead to her face. The salt on his skin tasted of a stormy sea. He gripped her hips, his fingers boring into her thighs. Then, with a few harsh thrusts, he cried out. His entire body tensed. The warm wetness from his climax leaked through the fabrics to blend with her moisture.

She was not finished. The explosion was on its way again and she rubbed against him until it erupted into something stronger than the first time, a mind blowing ecstasy that knocked her out completely.

Sometime later she became aware of being entangled with his larger body, feeling the unsteady breath next to her ear. He was pressing against her as if he tried to get underneath her skin. She held him harder and drifted away again.
It was getting colder. He pulled the sleeping bag over them. Sighing, she kissed him and sank back into a perfect tranquility.

xxx

Rey could not remember ever sleeping this deeply. She woke up with a heavy head, warm and comfortable. The mattress was so soft. The smell of him still lingered close. Her hand searched the bed. Then she opened her eyes.

He was no longer lying next to her.

She was neatly packed into the sleeping bag with several blankets on top, keeping the cool air out. There was even a pillow tucked under her head. He must have taken it from the sleigh.
How had she remained sleeping while he moved her around?

The soft contentment inside lasted only for seconds before a wave of anguish rose, carrying an image of Finn on its crest.
She curled up, holding her stomach.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
Should she ever tell Finn about this? Would he understand the extent of the weakened state she had been in, the deep recognition that had been shared at that moment? Maybe it was best never to mention it. But it would mean living with a sickening lie.

His footsteps came closer.
A weight on the mattress. A hand touched her head, carefully stroking her brow.
"There is food for you." He whispered.
The timber of his voice was different. A note of familiarity.
She nodded without turning around, not sure she was ready to meet his gaze.

He lingered for a moment before rising and walking away.
No use avoiding this.
Rey peeled the layers of blankets away and rose to find her jacket and boots fastened to the generator along with a set of fresh clothes. The warm garments were applied underneath a blanket. Although he had seen her completely bare, she was even less comfortable with it now.

Ren had cleared a table for them in the computer hall, putting food and drink on it along with an emergency lantern. The lights were out, save for the lantern bringing a warm, soft light to the scene. He sat at one end of the small table, gesturing to the opposite side.
"Sit."
She frowned.
"The lantern is emergency equipment." She said. "Why is it lit? The generator is still working."

He stared blankly at her. Then he sighed impatiently.
"Would you just sit?"
"You're playing with the equipment."
"Just…sit…down."
"We might need them later." She continued, but went to the chair arranged for her. "What if the generator dies?"
"You brought five more lanterns. I am sure we'll manage and have some to spare for the monsters outside."

"Have you no survival instincts at all? You're wasting it for nothing." She argued. "Why not use the light in the walls?"
He smacked a palm to the table with a loud bang that made her jump.
"It's supposed to make you relax!"
"Now I'm really relaxed." She muttered.
He seemed to fight with himself. Then he took the fork and lifted a piece of meat with it. It was a gesture that would have looked civilized and graceful if anyone else had done it. In his hands, the fork felt more like a potential weapon.

The first minutes of the meal floated by in silence. He looked at her a lot. Enough to make her forget how to breathe every now and then.
She kept her eyes fixed on the food as the hot stew melted on her tongue. He had obviously used the ration heater she brought. Looking over at the homemade sleigh, she noticed that most things were unpacked. The tools she had spread out on the floor all lay on a table, exactly the way she had arranged them.
The annoyance melted away. It was quite relaxing having the lights lowered. Cozy.

"Tell me about your training." He said. "What have you learned?"
She smiled despite herself.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"I would."
The intense gaze again.
She looked up.

"Why don't we trade information?" She said. "You tell me something you have learned and I give you information about my education that matches yours."
He was hard to read. She caught a vague notion. Hunger.
He put the fork down.
"I have learned that the force has no such thing as subjectivity." He said. "It is simply there, to be used for the gain of anyone who can wield it."
She reflected upon it for a moment.

"I have learned" she countered, "that only an unbalanced mind let its destructive emotions guide its actions."
"Only a coward would leave the power of passion unexplored."
"Are you still playing?"
His eyes narrowed.
"I know how to tap into unlimited power."
She raised an eyebrow.

"I know how to find absolute peace."
"So where is it now? This peace of yours?"
Not close. He was like an itch, impossible to reach.
"It's here." She said, shrugging. "Whenever I need it."
He put his elbows on the table, leaning towards her.

"I have learned to see into people's minds, to know their weaknesses and how they could defeat them if they only dared to confront them."
"I have learned that you have a conscience greater than you would dare to admit."
"Your fear of intimacy will destroy you."
She huffed.

"You are being overly dramatic!"
"I am the one being dramatic? Every time I go to bed with you in that sleeping bag, you end it with a furious lightsaber duel."
"And whose fault is that?"
"I am not starting it!"
"You brought me here!"
"And you want something you cannot admit!"

She let out a cry of frustration and scuffed the chair backwards, rising and slamming her fist to the table.
"Good!" He said. "Show your anger. You are always at your strongest like this."
She glared at him, heaving and speechless. Closing her eyes, she fought to regain balance.
"Did I upset you?" he continued. "Are you telling yourself that nothing happened because our clothes were on? It did. And you liked it."

The lightsaber was ready and lit in her hand before she could reflect on the action. Raising it, she expected his weapon to meet hers.
He sat absolutely still, giving her a knowing look.
She drew a shallow breath and shut the weapon down, her hands trembling.
He rose and went around the table towards her. Not moving an inch, she shook her head in warning.

"Don't touch me."
He stopped in front of her, close enough to lean over and kiss her if she had allowed it.
"I want you, Rey."
"What?!"
"I want you naked, without reservations. No games. Just you and me."
She took a step back.
"Is this all it takes to frighten you?" he said. "You, the gifted apprentice of Luke Skywalker? Are you about to lie to me again, telling me you don't want it?"

"Do you know what I want?" She said quietly. "I want you to prove to me that there is someone inside you that I can trust. Not Kylo Ren, but he one missing his father."
A silent thunderbolt struck the room. The black irises flashed.

He grabbed her wrist and she took advantage of it, gripping his arm and sending him flying over her shoulder. His grip did not loosen as expected and she fell with him as he landed hard on the floor.
She aimed her fist at his face repeatedly, but he blocked her every attempt, catching that wrist too.

The fight escalated into full fury. All efforts to wrench free were only brief successes. He was as skilled in catching her as she was snaking out of his locks. Endurance had always been her greatest feat, but his strength did not fade from any of her attacks, not even when she bit his hand bloody.

He just growled like a wild animal and nailed her to the floor on her back, put his weight over her and bit her neck. She cried out, locking his legs with her own, ready to throw him off once more.
The hard sucking on her skin made her freeze in the middle of the maneuver. She tried to push again. Her legs had not moved. It was her hips rising and pushing, bending her back in an arch against him. He was hard. She licked the salty crimson on her lips, trying to withstand the rapture.
His lips brushed her ear.
"You like the taste of my blood, Rey? I love the taste of yours."

She turned her head and bit his lower lip. The sound he made had her stomach twist in surging spasms. He bit back, engaging their tongues in a wrestling match. Her blood blended with his. Then her wrists were pinned over her head and she pressed harder against him, paying attention to every move his mouth made, going down her neck and over her chest.

There was a new explosive experience as he caught her nipple beneath the open jacket and sucked at it through the clothes, leaving a wet spot sticking pleasantly to the skin. She gasped and whimpered loudly, keeping her hands fixed as he released them and went lower.
The kisses tracing down her stomach soaked her underwear and left it plastered against her sex.

The moment his mouth found it she grabbed his hair, in agony of what to do. At first there was a hot breath, then lips playing softly on the thick fabric of her pants. Her grip lost all strength. It came back when the sucking began, his tongue pressing to her most sensitive spot. Behind the cloth, she opened up for him, vibrating and ready. Hands closed around her butt, squeezing the cheeks hard.

His teeth jerked her pants open and then there was only a thin piece of cloth between them. The mouth was on that spot again, kissing and playing with it as if it was an edible thing.
She gasped, finding more strength in her hips than expected, pushing and grinding against him.

Her fingers hooked around the cloth and pulled it aside. His tongue touched bare skin, right on that spot.
The convulsions started without warning. She screamed, wringed between his hands and mouth in a disintegrating rush, throwing her into complete madness.
It came in strong ripples, crashing out of her like waves in a storm. It would not stop. He would not stop.

The loss of control was profound. In this moment, there was nothing else. This was life in its purest form.
"Kylo...!" She breathed, loosening the hard grip in his hair and stroking her fingertips against his scalp.
She was wincing and shivering, the pleasure fading but not dying. When his mouth let her go, she whimpered in disappointment.

Grabbing the cloth of her jacket, he dragged her down underneath him, holding her head firmly, breathing against her mouth. He was on the verge of saying something, but kissed her instead. She responded eagerly, unable to get her tongue in deep enough. The size of his body against hers- to drown in his embrace- was wickedly satisfying.

He ended the kiss slowly, meeting her eyes.
There was no need for words. The question was obvious.
Embracing him with arms and legs, she kissed his cheek, then his ear.
"Don't make me regret it." She whispered.
He let his breath out, giving her such an affectionate kiss on the cheek that all reservations melted.

She was lifted the way she laid, clinging to him. On the way back to the generator he snagged the emergency lantern.
Her body was in an unknown state. A thousand thoughts passed by before they reached the mattress. The Resistance. Finn. The dark, haunting eyes and what she had seen behind them. All limbs felt so heavy and relaxed, as if she was drugged. She turned away from everything except the yearning to look into those eyes again.

He put her down among a soft mess of blankets, scuffing the sleeping bag and pillow aside.
Then they were both kneeling on the mattress, facing each other.
He had been right to get rid of all lights except the lantern. Now they were floating on a dark sea, alone on their own personal raft.

His thumb brushed against her mouth. She kissed it. Slowly, his hands moved to undo her belt.
She swallowed a reflex to stop him and reached for his belt. He leaned in closer, covering the sore spot on her throat with kisses.
The alluring dizziness returned.

Layer after layer of their clothes fell away. They helped each other with the last garments. Rey had to keep her mouth locked to his when it happened. Being naked here was different. They were not going for a swim and it took all she had to control the rising anxiety. He made it easy for her, his hands ghosting over her body with greater care than she thought possible.

Their hands met. Fingertips touched. Then his fingers slid between hers, knitting them together.
He looked different in the dark. His mouth half open, his eyes lowered, making a quick glance into hers every now and then.
Human.

Then an arm snuck around her waist. He drew them together, skin against skin, and tipped them down until he was over her on the mattress. Again, a wave of dizziness.
His caresses got bolder. Palms stroked her nipples, making her gasp as it was felt between her legs as much.
She felt something else too. He was hard and huge against her thigh. That could hurt.

With a racing heart she moved her hand down to feel it, only daring to stroke it lightly. There was a sound of approval from his throat and the thing in her hand made small twitching throbs. She gasped quietly as his fingers came down between her thighs, the strokes throwing her into a mad fever. He was watching her closely, openly revealing his own pleasure as their caresses continued.

A thumb brushing her cheek. A deep kiss.
Then the tip of his finger probed and pushed carefully, sliding in only a little. It was enough to fill the entrance and the pleasure of it forced high pitched moans out of her. The finger was pressing against something that set everything on fire, sliding further inside before going out and then repeating the movement.
"You are so tight." He breathed against her ear, placing a kiss just behind it. "I should prepare you first."

There were no words to answer him with. This sort of arousal was something new; something that made her body yield to his every whim. She stroked him more intensely and looked down in time to see him put another finger into use.
She shut her eyes tightly as both fingers entered her, breathing in shallow gasps. His reassuring kisses and the hand possessively holding her breast made everything spin. She was overflowing, creating a wet stain underneath them.

The fingers pressed all the way inside, making her hips snap up against him.
Gasping, he drew out and took hold of her wrist to make her direct the tip of his sex towards her wet mouth. Her hand would not move.
He let go and lifted her to sit in his lap, her legs still widely spread. She embraced him hard. The inner struggle lasted only for seconds. Then her body made the decision.
"I'll do it." She whispered.

Hips rising, she held his erection while slowly sinking down.
They both gasped as the head pressed past the lips and nudged against a tight passage.
Rey trembled as the tears spilled over. Her world was coming apart and everything rushed forth; the old skeletons of fear and annihilation.
He held her cheeks, brushing the tears away as they came.

"Rey…"
"No. Let me do it."
It was partly painful, stretching and filling her as she sank further down, burying her face in his neck. He held her tightly, stroking her head and back while shivering and panting. Sensing his overwhelming pleasure brought hers back. She lifted her head to look at him; to be reminded of his features; his firm body and the magnetic fire in his eyes.

She received him until there was no more room and felt the inner walls clench around the invasion, causing him to twitch and grow even more.
The naked craving was unexpected. Her stomach surged as his gaze became invasive and hungry. She burned.
As her back hit the mattress and his damp body landed over hers, there was a sense of completeness and triumph that she had never before felt.

This was her will; her desire.
She laid her hands at the side of her head and he grabbed them, entwining their fingers as he pressed down, biting her earlobe and sucking at her throat while his thrusts came slowly at first; then faster, with more resolve.
Every thrust made her scream aloud from everything but the pain. She could sense how fast his pleasure was mounting; to a point where it became agonizing to hold back.

His eyes were nailed to her. She had to avert her eyes every now and then not to vaporize into smoke. She caught his mouth at every opportunity, driven by a senseless starvation.
"Do it!" she heard herself gasp. "Please… do it!"
His breathing came faster and his head was lowered enough to make their lips nearly touch.
Again, the salty drops on her skin. She tried to catch them with her tongue.

"Did you just beg for it?"
She met his eyes, seeing the opportunity of the dark game driving him nearly crazy. Odd to hold such power over him.
"Yes!" She gasped, as his thrusts came faster. "I want it!"
"Again."
Her mind was swept clean as the grip on her hands tightened and his hot breath were on her throat.
"Please! Do it!"

He drew out of her and grinded fiercely against her belly, releasing her hands. He came loudly the moment she closed her hand around him. Her stomach was soaking wet within seconds.
There was a moment of deep rooted vulnerability. He must have felt it.
Ignoring the rich body fluids, he embraced her tightly. They united in a long, deep kiss. All new sensations were whirling in her head.
So this was what all the fuzz was about.

Warm affection rolled from her stomach, caused by his considerate withdrawal from her. She had not given the possible consequences of this a second thought.
"Stay." She whispered. "While I sleep."
"I will."

Slipping into the sleeping bag, they lay close together. Rey rested on his arm, burying her face in his chest; breathing him in. He was loosening the ribbons in her hair. She loved how the large hand worked with such great care, brushing through her hair as the buns came out.
She had done it. She had conquered her deepest fear.

xxx

Waking up with his kiss was impossibly good.
It was on her brow at first, but as she showed signs of life, there was a wet meeting of tongues.
He had a hand in her hair, caressing her scalp. She ran her fingers over the shape of his strong back, paying special attention to her favorite area; the shoulders.

His thumb came up to play with her nipple. Sighing, she closed her eyes and made content sounds. Fresh moisture clung to her sex.
They probably needed to have a talk about what had happened, but surely it could wait a little longer.
When her other hand traveled down his abdomen he mirrored her move, reaching her lower belly as she reached his.

Then his palm pressed against her small knot and the fingers slipped into the warm wetness.
She eased into it, feeling how his desire came to life in her hands.
He went about it slowly, watching her as she started to writhe and gasp, rolling her hips against his hand. This was new. And incredibly, dangerously addictive.
"Kylo… I…!"

The ecstatic spasms came around his fingers, adding to an explosion against his palm. He held her chin, making sure her face was fully visible. It went on longer than expected, one wave dying and another stronger one taking its place.
This had to be the best thing her body had ever felt.
All defenses were down. Her joints fell flat to the mattress, as if there were no bones inside to support them.

Catching her breath while his hands and mouth explored her, an idea sprang to life.
His yearning to get release still hung between them. Could she make him feel what she had when he…?
Connecting with his mind, she tried to send the image, unsure of how to formulate the question.
He caught her face in his hands and stared. Then he nodded. Rey thought she saw a blush on his face before worming further down the sleeping bag.

He was obscenely hard and ready. The connection between them was open, giving her guidance. She took it and licked at its tip. His reaction was so strong she decided to go with it for a while before taking it into her mouth. The hands in her hair became very active, either clenching or pushing her closer. There was no way she could fit all of it inside, but rubbing the root gently while tasting the rest with long strokes seemed to do more than well.

It was so good hearing his loud gasps, driving him to the edge where he held her head firmly in his hands, trying to push her away. She did not move. His pleasure came gushing into her and she kept struggling to hold still, taking it all in. It had a strange, slippery taste. There was a lot of it.

"Mmmm…!" She moaned, before releasing him, content with his trembling and heavy breathing.
He rolled over on his back and she climbed on top and straddled him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Did you like that?" She whispered, smiling as she knew the answer.

"You will be the death of me." He said, putting his arms around her.
"I probably will."
He stiffened.
"You still want to kill me?"
She looked up at him, frowning.
"Not really. So you better behave."

He touched her cheek. The look she got was very serious.
Reflecting herself in him brought up a startling realization.
Whenever she met him, she was not a grey, starved little girl from Jakku without roots. To him she was Rey, the Heir of the Force and a powerful warrior, someone he viewed as a dangerous opponent; an equal.

She ran her fingers through his hair.
"We will need to get the ship inside." She said, sighing. "It will take days, separating all the parts."
"No need for that. We will use the force."
"I can't lift a ship. Don't tell me you know how to do it."
He smirked.
"I can if you assist me." He replied, kissing the tip of her nose. "I told you, you need a teacher."

It was hard to hide the excitement.
"To what price?"
"You do as I say."
"Only when it comes to the tutoring."
He smiled.

"I'm hungry." She said, rising reluctantly.
He pulled her back down and held her, kissing her everywhere he could reach. She laughed and tried to get out of his grip.
She could not remember the last time she laughed.
Who was he? Not the one she had woken up to find on the ship.

Finally free, she dressed and went to get food for both of them.
The air had become warmer. Soon there would be no need to use jackets inside.
The food packages had stamps in the Aurebesh language, describing its contents. This one had meat from some exotic bird in a berry sauce. Finn's favorite course.
The minutes it took to warm the food were spent in silent struggle.

She visualized Finn's smile and the feeling of his hand against hers. Had she ever reacted to him the way she reacted to Kylo Ren?
No. Then again, had she given him a chance?
She had learned a lot these past few days. And now she had gotten so caught up in this strange fever, she had nearly forgotten there was a life outside these walls.

They were together, her and Finn, were they not? Everybody seemed to think so.
Leia referred to Finn as Rey's boyfriend. Poe called her 'girlfriend', meaning Finn's love interest. They were a thing.
And Finn had gone so far and been so brave just to do what he knew was right.
Here she was, thanking him by sleeping with their worst enemy, failing to hold on to the simplest and most fundamental principle.

Returning with the meal, she was certain Kylo could sense the change. He had put on his black shirt and trousers. It was hard to read him. They ate and drank together in silence.
Rey finished the meal quickly. He had finished about half of his food when he put the box away, boring his eyes into her.
"I could finish the job, you know."

She blinked slowly.
"What?"
"The defecting soldier. I brought him near death once. I could finish the job."
Rey was on her feet fast, the water bottle bouncing off her lap.
"If you touch Finn I will end you!"
"Finn! It's just a made up name! He does not even have one!"
"And your name was given to you from birth? Kylo Ren?"
"It is completely different!"

He was breathing heavier, the fury making his eyes pitch black.
"You have no right to point any fingers!" She said. "As soon as you're out of here you'll return to your concubines or slaves or whatever you call them! This will all have been a game to you!"
"My what?"
"Don't deny it! No one can know the things you do without certain experience!"
There was a strange pause.

"There are no concubines."
She shook her head. He walked up to her and grabbed her upper arms. She stood rigid, ready to push him away.
"Listen to me." He said. "There are no whores in my rooms or at any other place where I dwell. I do not visit them on the streets or in their houses."
"But there is someone!"
"No!"

He cupped her cheeks, holding her head in a steady grip.
"You on the other hand," he hissed, "have something you need to deal with. Or I will."
"You will not deal with anything!"
He leaned closer, speaking next to her ear.
"Does he make you feel the things you feel with me?"

The blood rushed to her face.
"Does he know you, the way I know you?"
"That's enough!"
She broke free from him and backed away. Part of it was self-preservation. The hands on her face and his voice made her thirst for other things than fighting.

"Don't ever threaten Finn again."
"Then don't ever think about him again."
"You do not get to control my thoughts!"
In the blink of an eye his lightsaber was lit. He vandalized an old shelf with brutal cuts, slashing its metal skeleton to pieces.
Rey leaned against the wall with a sigh.

Seconds later he stopped, heaving and turning to her.
"What?" She said. "Do you think I don't care? I have no idea what I am doing!"
He deactivated the weapon.
"I did not plan for this." She continued. "I did not want this and now I don't know why I want it! I shouldn't even be thinking…"
With a few quick strides he was close to her, holding her face again.
"But you want it?" He whispered. "You do think about it?"

She closed her eyes.
"This is wrong."
"It's the opposite of wrong."
"Where would this lead?"
"You could come with me. Be my consort. In time, when I rise as the new emperor, you could rule with me."
She opened her eyes and searched his face. It took seconds before she could speak.

"Are you asking me to betray my friends?"
"I would not ask you to fight them."
"Then what? Would I just live as your slave?"
He kissed her brow.
"You could be my slave if you like. I would be good to you. Keep you satisfied."

The heat spread from her face and down through her stomach.
"You don't really think I would agree to that?"
"Not all the time." The thumbs stroked her cheeks. "Only when we were alone, in our private bedroom…"
"Have you had slaves before?"
The words were a ladder to enter his mind. She needed to know; as much as he needed to know about Finn.

The result was more shocking that she could have imagined.
Rey touched his face before letting the hand slide down to press against his heart.
"I…was your first?"
The color came quickly to his face. He pinched his lips together.
"You could have told me." She said softly. "You seemed so very…experienced."
"Would you have trusted me if I had?" he snapped.

"I'm sorry. About the prostitute accusations."
"It's only because no one has been worthy of the attention."
"Right."
"Until now." He placed a light kiss on her lips, causing her stomach to clench and purl.
"We should…prepare to get the ship inside." She murmured.
"We will." Another kiss. "I will start training you right away. Then we will lift it together."

He took her hand and she followed him to the other side of the hangar. There they stopped in front of a tall metal cabinet.
"We will start here."
"I will not meddle with the dark side of the force." She said. "I am training to become a Jedi."
"That will be entirely up to you. Sit."

She sat down on the floor facing the cabinet, cross-legged with a straight back, the way Luke had shown her.
"Good. Wait here."
He walked out of sight and came back within a minute, squatting behind her back.
"Your sight can deceive you." He said.
A black piece of cloth was held in front of her eyes. She swallowed.

"You have trained blindfolded before, haven't you?"
"Yes."
He placed the cloth over her eyes and tied it neatly into place. Then his hands were on her shoulders and his mouth brushed against her ear.
"This is how we do it. You follow my instructions exactly. If you succeed, you get a reward." There was a soft caress on her neck, making her wince. "If you make a mistake, I get a reward. Are you ready?"


Warning; the smut has not ended. At all.