"Would you please stop doing that?"
Ren came to a halt and looked at her. He was trying to pace back and forth in the bathroom, which was too small for such an activity. It was all he could do to stop himself from tearing the walls down, slashing things to pieces and beating the first innocent bystander he could find outside the doors.
"I really can't." He said.

Rey was still on the floor, her lower lip trembling.
"What are we going to do?" She said. "I'm not sure I'm cut out for this."
"Do I look like I am cut out for it?" he snarled.
He turned away from her. It was impossible to think, seeing her like this. He inhaled and exhaled slowly. What he said next would define who he would be for the rest of his life.

"Supreme leader Snoke must be informed." He said and looked at the wall to stay focused.
"What? No! This is none of his concern!"
"This is the concern of the entire galaxy, Rey Kenobi!" He said sharply. "A child born of both our bloodlines? It will certainly affect the political situation, should it ever happen."
He turned to look at her. Her eyes were wide and her mouth half open in disbelief.

"What do you think your master would do if he knew?" She said.
"Take the appropriate decision." He replied.
"You cannot do this."
"I can, because anything else would be high treason."
"What if he decides the child should not live?"
"Then so be it."

"No." She said, shaking her head. "Please! This cannot be what you want."
"This is exactly what I want."
He turned his head away.
"But this is about us." She pleaded. " Shouldn't we make the decision?"
"Why? This means nothing to me."
Rey exhaled unevenly, as if someone had hit her in the stomach.
Do not look at her.

With catlike stealth she rose from the floor and approached him, getting into his line of vision.
"What about me?" She asked quietly, her eyes trying to catch his desperately. "Do I mean anything to you?"
He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again.
"Why would you?" he said. "I was ordered to train you. Certain complications arose. That is all."

Rey's hard shell shattered and it was the most horrible thing he had ever felt. Her eyes filled with tears. Then she hid her face in her hands.
He shifted his feet uneasily. Her pain was unendurable. He would kill everyone at the base if it would only make her stop crying.
Why did she not say something? She was supposed to shout at him now, twist and bend his orders into her own will, call him a liar and force the truth out of him.

"You need to get ready." He said with a strange, hollow voice. "You will board a ship tonight and you will be taken to Supreme Leader Snoke. He will decide your fate."
He reached to take her arm, but she slid out of his grip, sinking to the floor on her knees.
"Get up."
"Just let me sit here for a little while." She whispered. "Please."
This was torture. But he could not give in now. His world was coming apart and this was all he could do not to fall with it.
He swallowed.

"You need to get up. Now."
When she did not respond, he took a firm hold of her arms and made her stand up. She tried to dry the tears from her face, but new ones kept coming. Then she steadied her breathing and lowered her eyelids, looking absolutely crushed.
"You mean something to me." She whispered. "I was ready to stay with you, despite everything you have done, only because I do not want to be apart from you."
Seconds passed. His fingers released her arms slowly, against his will.

Rey walked past him and left the bathroom. He stood frozen for a moment before slamming his fist into the mirror. The sound was ear-deafening as the splinters came raining down. There were tiny shards sticking out of his knuckles and he pulled them out and threw them at the wall before following her.

She was sitting on the floor in the reception room, leaning against the huge window with her arms wrapped over her chest. Her eyes were lifeless.
He came to a halt a few feet away from her.
"Luke Skywalker is coming for you."
It took a few seconds before she turned her head to him.
"What did you say?"
"FN-2187 is free. Luke saved him. Just now."

She looked out the window and then back at him again.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because if you stay here, my master will find out about your condition and I…cannot let that happen. Luke will have to rescue you."
Suspicion and fear rose in her. After all, this might be another cruel game.
"Is this real?" she asked.
He nodded with a grave face.
"See for yourself."

For a moment she sat absolutely still with closed eyes. He followed the changing expression on her face as she opened her eyes and threw both hands on her stomach, breathing out in relief.
The sparks returned to her eyes. She rose and walked up to him. He was not prepared for the hard slap in his face.
"I never paid you back for that." She said.

The upper cut in his ribs were just as quick and unexpected. He blocked her knee from hurting him in a really sensitive area and tried to get her at a distance. But she kept attacking him furiously, aiming several blows to his head. One of them hit its mark despite his attempts to fend her off. He staggered.
"I never paid you back for kidnapping Finn either!" She cried. "Or for breaking my wrist! Or for breaking my heart a hundred times!"

He tried to wrestle her down, but she managed to kick him in the stomach before he had any grip at all. Even as he finally got her down to the floor, she kept squirming free, aiming her fists and knees at every available bloat. He could not bring himself to hit her back.
"Did you really think the rebel base was bombed as retaliation?" He shouted. "If it was, not so much as a pebble would be left to bear witness! Everyone would be dead!"
"You are disgusting!"
"What was I supposed to do? I have no idea how to get you out of my system! You are destroying my whole world!"

Rey's next punch had no real power in it. Fresh tears clung to her cheeks. She did not resist as he locked his arms around her and crushed her body against his. Her arms flew up to embrace him as well. For a while, the only sounds in the room were their gasps for breath.
She buried her face in his shoulder and held him harder.

He struggled to get his voice stable before saying anything.
"What are you planning to do about the child?" he asked.
Rey turned her head and put her cheek to his chest.
"I have no idea." She said.
"It would be a brave thing to let this child live." He said. "Still, if this is what the force has been driving us towards, then maybe we should see it through."
"Is that what you want?" She asked.
"I do not mind if the child lives."

She tipped her head up and looked at him.
"How… and I am going to take care of everything I suppose?" She said. "Are you going to be there? Should I even let you? I don't think I can do it. I haven't even had a family I can remember. And my destiny is to become a …"
She fell silent.
"A Jedi." He said. "I know. But as we lack convenient rules, we should make our own."
"Just give me time to think."
"You can still train to be a Jedi."

She sighed.
"It doesn't matter. Luke will never take me back as his Padawan now."
Ren could not help but making a derisive sound.
"You do not know my uncle." He said. "Ask him about Mara sometime. And he would beg me to resume my training if he thought it would please his sister."
"Mara?"
"I expect an answer before you leave."
"I don't want to leave you."
"I cannot help you against my master if you stay here. Luke is the only one who can provide that protection."
"Will you come with me?"
Her voice was so quiet, so filled with unfathomable insecurity.
"To the rebel base?" He asked.
She said nothing.

"Listen to me carefully." He replied. "If I leave, Supreme Leader Snoke, The First Order and the remaining Knights of Ren will hunt us relentlessly. This sort of treason would be their first priority to deal with."
"But…"
"If I stay here, my master will most likely send me to hunt you down, to conquer my own weakness. At least then I will be able to have some control over what happens to you."
"I have to see you again."
"You will. Soon. I shall hunt you with great devotion."
Rey stroked his cheek.
"You will be in terrible trouble."
"So will you." He replied. "I wish I could see Luke's face when you confess your oversteps to him."

She scowled at him, her cheeks gaining color.
"You should watch yourself." She said. "I know enough about you to make you really uncomfortable."
"Such as?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but seemed to change her mind. A shadow fell over her face.
"How much time do we have?" She asked.
"Not much."

Stroking a dark strand of hair from his brow, she studied him intensely, as if she was looking at him for the first time.
"Then we should not waste time." She said. "I know you have secret desires, or at least you think they are secret."
She took hold of his head and pressed her lips to his, her overwhelming need streaming through him, making the kiss fierce. Suddenly she bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He gasped in surprise and answered the kiss violently, biting her lip back with the same harshness. The taste of her blood with his had him hard in an instant.

He rolled on top to grab her wrists and pin them over her head. She kept kissing him urgently, moaning in disappointment as he removed his mouth from hers. She had blood smeared on her lower lip and he sucked it clean, feeling her tremble beneath him.
"I know your secrets too, little apprentice." He whispered. "It is true that I really enjoyed it when you called me Master, enough to want to rip the clothes from your sweet body every time. But I enjoyed it especially since I could sense how much you wanted me to."

Her face changed into a dark shade of red.
"Why didn't you then?" She breathed.
"What would be the joy in that, knowing that you could hide behind our deal to follow my every command? You cannot hide now. Strip."
Her lips parted slightly and she licked them nervously.
"Just so we're clear," she said. "If you ever say things like that out of context…"
"We are perfectly clear."
He released her wrists, but kept staring demandingly at her.

Her eyes never left his as she unlocked her belt and let it slid aside. Blushing feverishly, she pulled the tunic over her head.
He lost the little restraint he had left and pulled her pants off roughly. She helped him by kicking her boots off and started to thug at his clothes.
As soon as she was naked, he caught her wrists and pinned them to the floor again. Straddling her, he kissed her ear persistently, licking at the sensitive cavities until she writhed and gasped with those irresistible moans.

"I want you to remember who you belong to until the next time." He said under his breath. "Face the wall, on your knees."
Her entire body was flaming red. Nervously, she rose on her knees and put her body close against the wall. Uncertain about where to put her hands, she pressed them to the wall in a submissive gesture that nearly had him finishing their game too fast.

He was quickly on his knees behind her, embracing her waist firmly and kissing her neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin. She tasted deliciously of salt and heat.
Rey shivered and pressed against him desperately, making tiny squeals that were slowly getting louder. He touched her opening and felt how ready she was. It made him bite her harder and move his fingers inside her until the contractions came with too much urgency.

The craving within him grew more violent by the minute.
He stroked her inner thighs and squeezed her round small buttocks hard, his fingers leaving red marks. She was breathing heavily, red and trembling and completely lost in what he did to her. He put both arms around her waist then and pressed his hard crotch against her buttocks, placing a kiss behind her ear. Her skin almost burned him.
"Rise to your feet." He whispered. "Walk to the bed and lay down on your stomach."

He helped her to regain balance as she stood up on trembling legs. Then he walked close behind her, stripping his clothes off on the way to the bedroom.
Rey crept over the bed, leaning down slowly until she laid flat against the mattress. Her eyes were fixed on him, glazed and burning.
He was drawn to her helplessly, putting his hand under her chin as he joined her on the bed.

"I can stop." He said.
"No, don't hold back." She whispered.
She took his hand and kissed his scarred, blood-stained knuckles.
"Please, Master?" She said, giving him a playful glance.
The fuses in his brain seemed to blow, one by one. He had to imagine a particularly ugly Hutt to have any control left at all.

He leaped on top of her, pressed his body against hers and pulled her hair loose from the ribbons, nestled his fingers into it and closed his hand into a fist, pulling her head back slowly. Small whimpers came out from her, but they were more from lust than pain.
He felt drugged. Unhinged.
She should not be this aroused, this open and willing to what he was doing. It was simply madness. But there it was, the wanton urge pulsating from her sweet, bright star, begging to exist for his pleasure.
Just as he thought the obsession with her could not get any worse.

Still holding her hair, he entered her from behind, pushing in too fast, too eagerly, digging his fingers into her hip. Something about this entire situation they were in, that he had taken her virginity and then knocked her up, turned him on in a depraved way that he decided to keep to himself for now.
She was in rapture as he took her, clinging to the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white. Her spasms inside revealed that she was close, even though the physical stimulation she received from this should not be enough.

"You are not allowed to come until I tell you." He whispered in her ear.
She moaned in frustration, biting her lower lip.
"Master, I beg you!" She gasped.
Envisioning the Hutt could no longer help him.
"Come now!"

Within seconds, he felt her strong contractions pulsating around him. Her right hand went down to help the pleasure out.
His climax came as an explosion in the middle of her orgasm. Their minds blended again, making it impossible to know who felt what. This time it was clear that they both experienced a deeper and more intense pleasure than they had at any time before. He was grateful for not trying to do this standing up, for the trance-like state they reached now pulled them deep down to near unconsciousness. He could feel her with him all the time, her star thriving in his, his devotion to her in this moment boundless.

He had both arms wrapped around her as the ecstasy settled into a pleasant buzz, holding on to her as if his life depended on it. Her contractions still came, but less frequently.
Their bodies were wet from the strain and he tasted the salty drops from her skin, reveling in her small gasps and unsteady breathing as she slowly relaxed against him.
"Please." She heaved, "Stay inside me."
"Oh, I'm not nearly finished with you yet." He murmured.

Outside there was an urgent meeting about the rebel interference at Kessel and he could not care less. General Hux would not be grateful for being left alone with the crucial decisions and Ren should definitely be there to make sure his colleague did not abuse his authority. Instead, he silently accepted that he was out of his mind and carefully rolled over to the side without drawing out from Rey.

All those things he had said about letting Luke rescue her were still only words. So far her fate and his loyalty hung between two worlds. He raked his mind for any other alternatives than having to let her go. The same merciless answer kept coming up.
If he committed this treason the consequences would be dire. His master would at the very least sense his weakness for Rey and if he was not meticulously careful, his participation in her escape would be sensed along with it.
He could still back away from what he had said to her, leaving her in Supreme leader Snoke's hands.

Rey turned her head to give him an affectionate kiss on the chin before sinking back to his arm again with a sigh.
He closed his eyes. The force was an endless web of threads, some of them woven together in intricate patterns, others still unaware of the others' existence. He followed a familiar thread, one he had not acknowledged for a long time.

The magma streaming around black rocks was far below, seen from a platform where his uncle stood. Luke had aged significantly, but his strength with the force was greater than ever. There were others near him, but Kylo Ren took no interest in them. He intended to make this stay as short as possible. His presence was felt even before the message was sent. Luke straightened up and put all his senses on alert.
Rey will meet you on Isis in 36 hours, at the spaceport Neskroff. Do not fail her.
Luke sent one word back before he could escape and it came like a blow to the head.
Ben.

Ren left the thread fast and returned to his bedroom, becoming aware of Rey's warm, naked body. The hunger for her was rising again, clawing its way out in a dark, possessive shape.

They had little time left before the plan had to be executed, before she was gone from his bed indefinitely.
He scraped his teeth against the mark on her throat, feeling her skin prickle under his hands.

"Turn around." He said, pulling out of her.
She obeyed instantly, cheeks flushed and eyes attentively on him.
Tasting her lips he bit down lightly at the wound he had already made in her lower lip. She inhaled deeply, whimpering as he licked a fresh drop of blood.
Rey's fingers moved against his skin, leaving a burning trace wherever they went.

He put his fingers at her scalp, pressing her down gently. She understood and kissed his cheek, throat, chest and stomach with devotion, scuffing down to close her soft lips around him. Feeling the first stroke of her tongue was enough to make his blood rush to her.
"Rey." he breathed.
She answered with a passionate moan, working him further into her mouth. Swelling against her tongue, he closed his eyes.

The odds of having this twisted fantasy fulfilled- a young and beautiful Jedi apprentice following his every command- were astronomical. If someone was to set a trap for him, this would be the perfect bait. On top of everything it was her fulfilling it.
He stroked her hair, gripping the nape of her neck as her sucking became more intense.
"No." he breathed. "On your back."
She gave him one last deep kiss and moved up, lying down with parted legs to give him better access. He got on top of her and pressed down against her stomach, searching her face.
How far was she willing to go?

Rey's lips were dewy, her gaze intense as her hands came up to cup his cheeks.
"I want you to do it." She said. "I want to know what it's like."
"It is not going to be pleasant for you."
"You don't know that."
"I am too big for you as it is."

She tipped her head to the side.
"Is that wishful thinking or your way of saying that you have changed your mind?"
"It will hurt, Rey."
"Let it. I want to feel you everywhere. I trust you."
"You shouldn't."

She raised her head from the sheets to peck his lips and cheeks with kisses.
"Please!" She whispered. "What if I never see you again? I know you have prepared for this."
His face turned uncomfortably warm. He had hid something under the mattress for this, saving it for a moment when he would have overcome his weakness for her enough to abuse her. As it turned out, things had moved in the complete opposite direction.

She had picked this desire up from him. It was strange and infernally arousing hearing her plead for it.
She started to turn around, but he stopped her.
"I want to see your face." He said.
She nodded, shyly lowering her eyelids.
"How can this not bother you?" He asked, taking the small tin out from a hidden compartment in the bed.

He pushed her down flat on her back and spread her legs further, preparing himself first while kissing her affectionately. She was so soft and responsive. This had to be done carefully, despite how hard and throbbing he was, despite how much he wanted to jump her and get release from the mere idea of this.
He put his slippery fingers between her buttocks and probed at the tiny opening.
Her face was crimson red, her breath unsteady.
"Relax." He whispered in her ear.

It could have been enough just to sneak his fingers inside her and watch her reaction to reach his climax and it took a lot of strength to hold it back. One finger was enough to reveal that she was too tight for this. But the pleasure he would get from this tightness…
Desperate submissive moans came out with her breath as he slowly moved another finger inside. He could sense how exposed and invaded she felt, knowing he had her completely at his mercy. It was the other way around as well. They were both frighteningly naked in front of each other.

It was impossible to wait any longer.
He took hold of her thighs and bent her legs back over her stomach. Embracing his neck, she hid her face in his shoulder. His breath was fierce as he slowly removed his fingers from her and directed his hard limb to replace them.
Rey's whole body tensed as he tried to get the tip in. She came up in an arch against him, her nails digging into his back. Then she started to hyperventilate with pleading whimpers.

He wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck, stroking her comfortingly there.
"Calm down. You need to relax completely. Open up and do not resist it."
The strong contractions reacting to the penetration came to a momentary halt and that was all he needed to press inside. This would be over in a few moments, the way she cramped against him. She was getting ravishingly loud. Somewhere in the red, drunken haze he was aware that her nails were ripping through the skin on his back. The pain enhanced every sensation, pushing him up to a state of emergency he had never before been near.

He was completely inside her now, locking his arm around her waist. Careful not to hurt her, he only dared to make short thrusts. There was already a smell of blood and it was not only from the scratches on his back. He was taking her virginity all over again.
Unable to delay the climax, he pulled her hair to get her face away from his shoulder; to see her. Her cheeks were wet with tears, but the expression on her face revealed overwhelming arousal.
She must have sensed his guilt, because she grabbed his hair as well and locked gazes with him.
"Do it!" She gasped.

His hand trembled when he gripped her chin, pressing his thumb into her cheek. The ecstatic fire consumed him then, driving him into the strongest rapture he had ever had. He rode her to get to its absolute peak and once there, the strength of the pinnacle became excruciatingly painful. The black flames overtook him and left him hanging in this state, tearing him apart.
Her kisses brought him back. She was shaking violently underneath him, her body glistening wet. She murmured his name desperately and ran her fingers through his hair.

He moved out of her with great care, trying to comfort her with kisses as she winced from it. Wasting no time, he moved down to see how hurt she was. There was only a small trickle of blood along with his seed, but he was not really a physician and could not judge if she was seriously hurt or not. He kissed her belly and cupped his hand between her legs.
He felt something for her that he knew could be of use for this. But how was it done?
Rey laid her burning hand over his and he closed his eyes. She drew something from him, directed it where it was needed and sighed as the pain eased.

"I told you not to trust me." He said, placing a kiss between her legs.
"You are making too much of a fuss about it." She whispered. "I enjoyed it, otherwise I would have stopped you."
He kissed her throbbing little nub again. She sighed wantonly and he felt the surprisingly rich wetness at her opening.
Using his tongue and fingers, he drew an orgasm out of her quickly. She must have been very near it already. Rolling her hips against his mouth repeatedly, she worked herself up to a second release, letting it out with louder wails than she did the first one. She writhed from the overstimulation, thighs tensing and cramping against his head.

He wished there would be more time; time to order her to pleasure herself and come in front of him, again and again, until she was empty and he was full, ready to take her once more.
She was never as beautiful as when she was overtaken by ecstasy.
There was only tenderness when he moved up to embrace her. They lay entangled for a while, letting their mouths and hands express what was between them.

Ren knew it was time to execute the plan. It had to be done before the meeting ended and too many officers were spread over the base.
He locked eyes with her, focusing intensely at her face.
"I need your answer now." He said.

She kissed his cheek.
"I don't have an answer. We should take more time to decide."
"No." he replied firmly. "We will both be under surveillance and should not try to contact each other through the force for a while. I cannot have a loose end carrying this kind of danger to us both. I need to know everything that my master can find out…"
He stopped talking. It was obvious from her wide eyes that she had come to the same realization.

"Do not tell me." He said, pressing a finger to her lips. "Until you see me in person again, do not let me know how you have decided. If it turns out I cannot shield this from the Supreme Leader…"
She nodded.
"You have to go." He said, holding her tighter in contradiction to his words.

She might have played his slave for a little while, but he knew all too well that he was the one being enthralled to her as to a lethal drug. Letting her go without knowing when he would see her again, without having any information about the fate of a possible child, was against his very nature. The possessiveness he felt when it came to her was throwing itself against its cage as he struggled to keep a rational surface.
They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.
"So, how do you plan to break me out of here?" She asked.