Summary: Riala finds herself trapped between a hard place and a hard place.
Author's Note: I'm sorry. You're welcome. Maybe don't read this in a public place.
The door closed behind the immobilized man in uniform. His posture was slightly crooked, arms half up as if he'd been prepared to fend off a blow. He was tense and his entire body trembled as if he struggled against the hold with his every muscle. Slowly, Kylo Ren dropped the arm that reached for him; the other still held my wrists pinned against the wall. He turned back toward me. He captured my eyes with his and then he smirked. I felt the effects of it between my thighs, almost as if those mischievous lips had found me there, and my breath caught in my throat. I'd never seen him in such a mood; it frightened and excited me in a way that only he could manage.
"It seems that the General wasn't expecting you," Kylo Ren said to me. With a slight spasm of discomfort, I thought to myself that the sentiment was mutual. Here I'd thought that I would have time alone with this man, my Master and lover, and take advantage of this singular energy that he seemed to have gained from the deployment to Jakku. I tugged on my wrists and Kylo Ren released them without resistance. I considered this absurd situation, attempting to still my racing heart. It was invigorated by the activities which Hux's arrival had interrupted, and showed no sign of slowing. Likely this had to do with the adrenaline coursing through me in response to the man's gall. All three of us were on the ship for the first time together, and it seemed that things had spiraled out of control almost immediately.
Hux should have been furious, but the emotional read I was getting on him was more complicated than anger or even shock. And Kylo Ren… I couldn't even begin to puzzle over what I was sensing from him. Perhaps this was a show of strength to remind the livid redhead who truly had the power? If so, it was working on both of us. Kylo Ren seemed to be expending minimal effort or concentration in holding Hux hostage, and that thought terrified me. Of all the people that could have wielded such incredible power, it seemed that it had managed to find the most reckless, emotionally unstable person.
"Should I... leave?" I asked uncertainly, glancing over the large shoulder that partially blocked my view of the door. I didn't want to leave, but I wasn't sure that I wanted to be present if things got violent; I was in the presence of the most powerful men in the First Order, after Supreme Leader Snoke, and it was at moments like this that I realized how little control I had.
"You should definitely stay," Kylo Ren said, bringing me back to him with a gloved hand on my chin. The command had been spoken softly.
I found myself nodding slowly as I tried to wrap my head why he'd asked. Then he leaned in and kissed me. It was almost sweet but for the hint of teeth on my lower lip, as if he were physically incapable of making such a gentle gesture without including some reminder that pain was always lurking. His attentions made it difficult to analyze just why my pulse raced and adrenaline had begun to seep into my blood. He dragged his lips over my cheek and to my ear as if unable or unwilling to break contact.
"Take off your armor." His whisper was a warm, delicate caress, just for me to hear. He could have communicated silently, as he had before, but the sensation of his breath on the fine, nearly invisible hairs on the rim of my ear made my knees weak. I was obliged to comply before I remembered Hux. I peered at him around the black cloud of Kylo Ren's hair. The scent of it made me feel drunk, and it seemed as though I were observing the world through a haze. Was this how it felt when I transmitted my desire to others? Kylo Ren did not have the ability to do so deliberately, but by his very nature the effect was probably the same.
"This is cruel," I answered, sensing Hux's distress as it cut through my distraction. His face was taut with tension, both physical and mental.
"He doesn't deserve your compassion." Kylo Ren pulled away a little bit when he said this, and I was momentarily taken aback by his seriousness. With a brief glance over his shoulder, he spoke the next part loud enough for Hux to hear.
"I hear he likes to watch. So… let's give him something to watch," he said, sounding as smug, as if I'd already agreed. Immediately, my thoughts went to the circumstances whereupon myself and the General, then Lieutenant General, had first met. I recalled my anger and my disgust and in the present, I felt my concern for him slip away a little bit. I looked back to Hux and I bestowed upon him a slow, cruel smile. I felt a small spike of fear from him in response. He would find no ally in me, not now.
As I began to untie the laces at the side of my tight leather tunic, Kylo Ren leaned in and started planting small kisses and brief nips on my cheek and neck, making the hairs on my neck and arms rise. When he moved lower, my body suit's collar got in the way, so he simply reached up and unfastened it from the top, following each additional centimeter of exposed skin with tiny gifts of his lips and teeth. I couldn't disrobe quickly enough, and, when he sensed me struggling slightly with the tunic, he aided me in lifting it over my head by the skirts. I was already wetter than I'd ever been before and clenching with premature ache. We were still, by all scales, still fully clothed. I was ready to see more of him now, and I didn't conceal those thoughts or the emotion behind them.
As if responding to those unspoken desires, he stepped back and, looking down demurely, he began to remove the outer components of his clothing. As I quickly removed my boots, I could see that Hux looked on, his eyes wide and fixed. A flush had begun to creep up his cheeks and the material of his breeches was pulled taut over a burgeoning erection. He really did enjoy watching, I thought, wondering why I hadn't thought to take advantage of this fact in my various torments of him.
Kylo Ren tossed aside his outer robes and now watched me as he unfastened his tunic, a subtle, wry curve to the shape of his mouth. When he pulled it over his head, I brushed my fingers over the sparse. dark hair of his stomach and chest, drinking the feel of his round muscles with my fingertips. His torso was bared to the high waist of his snug pants. Framed by his thick locks, his boyish face, even with its charmingly disproportionate nose and ears, appeared almost angelic, even though it was perched atop a man's body. His long, strong arms hung at his side, and his wide lips were parted as he watched me study him.
I felt a twitch in the corner of my mouth. He immediately enveloped it with his. I turned my face up into him, breathing in deeply until my lungs were at capacity with the smell of sweat and fire. My back bumped into the wall and he moved harder into me, pressing his firm, broad chest against mine. I did everything to ensure that the contact between our hungry mouths didn't sever, at least until I needed to breathe. I plunged my hands into his hair, and with particular satisfaction, I filled my grip with his locks and yanked back with enough force that his lips broke from mine. He winced and made a small involuntary noise before grinding me into the wall in retaliation. He ripped his head out of my hands and closed his lips on my neck, sucking and biting so hard that it hurt. The bolt of pain flared brightly and then sank deep. I groaned gutturally, almost out of my mind with want. Bleary eyes saw Hux watching us.
Kylo Ren opened my body suit to the waist and then forcefully tugged it down past my shoulders, momentarily trapping my arms at my side. Ripping off his gloves, he dipped a hand into the gap and underneath the fabric and almost accidentally found my clit; I was so wet that there was no friction when his finger slipped between my labia. I jerked and made a small noise as the touch's effects raced through my body.
Impatiently, I wriggled my arms free of their sleeves and ripped off my gloves so that I could touch his hot skin with my bare hands. His finger started to swirl and flick, generating ripples of heat and just as I gripped his back, a spasm caused my nails to bite into him. He groaned again and his lips crashed against mine and this kiss was all hungry tongues and biting.
I hooked my fingers into the waist of his pants, scraping his skin with my nails, and began to tug at them. He groaned into my mouth and, with alarming strength, removed his hand from my cunt and picked me up by the waist, swung me around and deposited me on my back on the floor atop his bunched robes. Swiftly, he tugged my body suit down over my hips and, with one final flourish, past my feet and off of me completely. Large hands encompassed both of my breasts and squeezed, and my breath caught in my throat. Open-mouthed, he tasted the skin of my belly with his tongue and roved upward where, before I could remember to breathe, he closed his lips around one of my nipples while he pinched and caressed the other with his hand. My thighs squeezed together and I squirmed. When my eyes, at turns clamped shut and rolling back in my head, happened to look down at him. He was not looking at me. His ruthless gaze was fixed on General Hux who, as I just remembered, bore mute witness to the proceedings. Kylo Ren had positioned us deliberately so that we were in full view of his captive officer.
I couldn't deny that being aware of Hux's growing arousal and inability to do anything about it only made every sensation sharper. Just then, Kylo Ren released his mouth from my breast and replaced it with his other hand. Maintaining a steady kneading rhythm, punctuated by the occasional plucking or pinch upon my tender nipples, his mouth started moving lower, and my heart leapt into my throat when I realized where he was going. I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling as my every nerve followed the progress of his torturous trail; the tickle of his hair and the soft, wet warmth of his mouth was at odds with the occasional toothy nibble and kept me from slipping too far into bliss. His mouth reached just underneath my navel and my abdominal muscles tightened. In a mindless effort to seek more contact, my spine moved as though a wave were passing upward through it, first arching toward his mouth, and then toward the hands bestowing their sweet torments upon my breasts. I wanted him on top of me, inside of me.
When he reached the mound and hair which sprouted above my groin, he luxuriated in it, nuzzling his face into it as though he savored the feel of me against his cheek. My thighs were still clutched together at that point in a failed attempt to alleviate the throbbing ache there, but he was not deterred. He let go of my breasts, to my momentary dissatisfaction, palmed my every contour on their way down, and then gently pried my thighs apart.
There, he settled fully and comfortably on the floor and paused. I looked down, met his eyes, forgot to breathe. His eyes moved languidly toward the door and, following them, I found myself looking at a still-captive General Hux. I kept forgetting he was there. If it weren't for the Force energy exerting itself across the man's body, I wasn't sure he would still be standing. His face was flushed dark red, his eyes wide, his mouth open with lower lip quivering. Unable to change his position in any way, the prominence of the hard cock straining at his clothing was almost profane. From my sampling of his mental state, all other emotion was long gone replaced by an all-consuming desperation. The face between my legs nuzzled the interior of my thigh, tickling my sensitive skin with his hair, grabbing my attention.
"Should I let him go?" He asked coyly, loud enough for the other man to hear. My thighs trembled and I knew that I was practically dripping with visceral anticipation. I swallowed and licked my lips. I looked at Hux who, upon hearing the question, had experienced such a powerful upwelling of wordless desire that I almost couldn't tell whether it had come from myself or him.
"Maybe," I said contemplatively while moving my thigh so that it rubbed against Kylo Ren's hair. He answered by turning just enough that he could lick and kiss the skin there. I bit my lip. "But only if he behaves himself."
Just then, Hux collapsed, as I had speculated he might, and landed with his hands and knees on the floor. His hat landed in front of him, though his hair, impeccably smoothed back, was only slightly jarred from its orderly style.
"Behave," Kylo Ren said to him, as though he were a child or a domesticated animal. I felt Hux's flash of anger, and he looked at me as if he expected for me to say something. But at that moment, in a transparently strategic move, Kylo Ren plunged his long tongue between my labia and licked me in a fat, hard line from my cunt to my clit and I could only gasp sharply for the shock of sudden sensation that struck me like lightning. Too hard, too fast, too soon, I thought as my thighs involuntarily tried squeezing together to reflexively protect my sensitive parts.
He seemed to mistake this action for encouragement and did it a second time. Immediately, I put a hand on the top of his head and pushed a little, trying shakily to take a breath and figure out how to word what I wanted from him, and how I was going to communicate this in front of another person. Sometimes, with the age difference, I forgot how inexperienced Kylo Ren was, or at the very least, how rusty he was. Usually this would have been a conversation to be had in private, but as soon as he'd made the choice to hold Hux hostage, he'd lost that chance. Now I had to figure out the best way to tell my Master how to lick my cunt properly in front of his professional rival.
"You're doing it wrong," General Hux said quietly from the door, speaking for the first time since he'd entered. He was sitting back on the balls of his feet in a kneeling position and held the hat on his lap in a white-knuckled grip. He was staring at us and I sensed that his terse expression was as much from irritation as from inner tension.
"It isn't so easy to offer commentary when you're being strangled," Kylo Ren said in a low, dangerous tone. I didn't appreciate having his aggression so close to such a vulnerable place, and I didn't want to test whether or not he would actually be able to Force choke Hux while using his mouth on me. I suspected it wouldn't do much to improve his technique, so I ran my fingers through his hair to regain control over the situation. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, they were on me. Without breaking our locked eyes, I sat up and leaned forward. He had a moment of doubt, I saw, which passed over his features, but I quelled it with a deep kiss. Our tongues swirled together and I felt a sudden thirst that urged me to drink from the seemingly bottomless energy that I felt quivering just beneath his skin. I'd felt it before, with Seven, and with Hux. I resisted the troubling implication of that desire and broke the kiss, appreciating how fully he seemed to have forgotten his hurt pride.
"Master," I said, my voice low and throaty. He seemed to like this and I saw him shift slightly to accommodate his erection, watching my mouth. "I think that your tongue might be better utilized in another position."
I didn't wait for him to answer explicitly, but he offered no resistance when I gently pushed back on his shoulder, stealing more tastes of his mouth as he turned onto his back. When I arched over him, he took my hanging breasts in his hands and lavished them with attention, and I made an appreciative sound as I slid my thigh over his abdomen. In the process, I nudged the bulge in his pants with my ass and enjoyed the small shudder that passed through him at the contact. And then I reluctantly moved forward, breaking the contact between his mouth and my hardened nipples. With pleasure, his large hands gripped the back of my buttocks and pushed my groin toward his mouth.
In this position, I could control the pace and the pressure. When I peered down at him, all that was visible over my mons pubis was his large nose, his sultry dark eyes, and his halo of ebony waves. He moved his tongue, just the rounded, pointed tip of it, tentatively along the folds of my inner labia, watching my eyes mutely but intensely from between my thighs and a sigh escaped me unbidden. Warmth spread in ripples from me when he brushed my clit; I noted that he was being more careful now, more gently and steadily building up the stimulation until I ached for want of more. He was a quick study. I lowered myself, resting just a little more of me weight on him, leaning my body forward so that my hair hung over our faces like a curtain. I doubted that he could breathe, but he allayed those doubts by pushing my hips down further, trapping my cunt against his hot mouth, holding it captive to his appetites. It felt as though he were somehow able to breathe me instead of air, and that he was doing so with great enjoyment, the way his lips and delicate tongue moved against me.
The pressure was building at the base of my spine, and my hips had begun to rock of their own accord, finding a subtle rhythm, and his hands, clawed, squeezed me in time with my movements, grinding me harder against him. I was now sure that he couldn't breathe, but neither of us seemed to care. I moved forward and immediately he plunged his long tongue upward into me, making it undulate with dexterous alternating flexion and relaxing of the muscle. My cunt constricted against him, and he began to move it inside of me. My moan rode upon a sigh and I closed my eyes, encouraging the ball of ecstasy to grow. I heard a small noise and I must have looked with such heated ferocity toward the distracting sound that I saw the color in Hux's face retreat slightly. He had made a small groan and dropped his hat, and his hand was rested atop his bulging groin, moving subtly. He looked pained. Kylo Ren moved his face slightly to take a breath, and the brush of cool air against my throbbing clit generated a shudder.
"Sir, please," Hux said plaintively, clearly no longer in conflict with his pride. He was talking to me, his back bent forward slightly. He lifted the hand that wasn't cupping his groin toward me, as if to reach for me. "Please let me please you."
I was aroused and irritated. Somehow especially by the number of times he'd said the word "please," and the fact that he was sneakily trying to alleviate his discomfort.
"General, I didn't give you permission to touch your cock," I said, my voice sounding hard even to my own ears. His hand snapped to his thigh so quickly that I wondered if he'd even noticed he was doing it.
"Sir, please," he said again. With a grunt of irritation, I raised myself off of Kylo Ren's face, irrationally angry. He let go of my hips and wiped his mouth before turning to look at Hux. Now Hux was the subject of both of our ire. He seemed to shrink, but still he opened his mouth to say something else, and I cut him off with a whip of wrath and he flinched. Obviously my pleasure would have to wait until I asserted control. I shifted so that I knelt behind Kylo Ren's face. He had one arm tucked behind his head, appearing to enjoy the show, waiting to see what I would do. He'd never seen the General and my nonprofessional relationship firsthand before.
"Take off your clothes General," I said, mustering as much authority as I could while being the only one at present to be completely unclothed. His face turned red again. With an uncertain glance toward Kylo Ren who watched pitilessly, he began to obey. Too slowly. I struck him with another bolt of my anger, relishing in the satisfaction I felt to see him cry out and flinch like he'd been physically slapped. He moved much more quickly now, with such haste that he didn't show his uniform the same consideration he usually did, laying it on the floor without folding it first. There was a brief hesitation as he reached for the waist of his pants, but a quick look toward me was all the reminder he needed and he slid those down, kicking off his boots and socks. He was down to his black shortbriefs now and his thumb moved to hook the waistband.
"Not those," Kylo Ren said, watching Hux like a hungry predator. "And put that cap back on," he added, enjoying the act of ordering the other man around. Hux looked to me, an unformed protest in his face. I shrugged and nodded in agreement. It was a creative request, and I would allow it, though I didn't want Kylo Ren to take too many liberties. General Hux was submissive to me, and we had arrived at our special relationship over time, and upon a foundation of mutual trust.
Mutely, Hux picked his cap off the floor and, smoothing his hair back, pulled it on. Clearly, wearing the symbol of his rank in such a context was humiliating, and that only made his erection strain harder against his undergarment.
"Come here, Hux," I said, almost sweetly. On his knees, he began to crawl. "Lower," I said. Uncertainly, Hux lowered himself, watching me. I wasn't satisfied until his belly touched the floor. I knew that it was uncomfortable on his groin, but he obeyed without question and began crawling awkwardly toward us, trying not to lose his cap.
"Since you insist on interrupting my pleasure, perhaps you can use that insolent mouth in a more useful way," I said, looking down at him as though he were a worm. Though he couldn't see my face, he heard it in my voice.
"Yes, Sir, please," he said breathily. I heard Kylo Ren laugh humorlessly. He'd moved so that he rested on his side, supporting his head with his hand. Lazily, I rested a hand on his upper arm and stroked it. Next to Kylo Ren and without his uniform, Hux looked so much thinner, his shoulders much narrower.
"I've seen how well you use your mouth. So show the Commander-Inquisitor. Suck his cock," I ordered. Kylo Ren's face turned toward me suddenly, clear surprise on his face, but when he met my cruel stare, I saw the hint of a smile in the corners of his eyes. General Hux froze and didn't seem to breathe for a long moment, and it seemed as though he'd been put into another Force hold. I felt the conflict inside of him, though, and I allowed him a generous moment to think before I said, harshly, "now."
Hux swallowed so audibly that I could hear it, but then, to my utter delight, he started to move forward. My heart pounded in my throat and my mind raced. Surely he wouldn't. Surely he would stop, wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it, I thought. There was no way I was about to get what I'd been wanting. This was inconceivable, impossible, but still, Hux's slender hands reached for the crotch of Kylo Ren's pants and mechanically started to unbutton them. His pale fingers pulled apart the seam and when he reached in, Kylo Ren sighed and closed his eyes. Of course, Kylo Ren didn't wear undergarments, so there was nothing in the way when Hux pulled out his thick cock, tugging the front of his pants down further for greater access.
For a moment, we were all suspended. Both I and Kylo Ren watched the profile of Hux's face poised with the shaft in hand. I could see that part of him still wanted to leave. But the other part, currently far greater, wanted to please me and, perhaps even wanted this. I licked my lips, as if it were my lips slightly parted, centimeters from the head of Kylo Ren's cock, and I felt myself salivate slightly. Then, closing his eyes, Hux pushed his body forward and took the tip of it between his lips, then opened his jaws wider and took the entirety of it. The position was awkward, and Kylo Ren rolled onto his back resting a hand on the back of Hux's head to draw him along, but as soon as Hux was settled between his legs, he began to suck in earnest. My pulse was in my ears as I watched, mesmerized, by the sight of General Hux's uniform cap bobbing up and down as he lavished his oral ministrations upon Kylo Ren with apparent expertise. Kylo Ren let go of Hux's head and a large hand rested on my thigh, breaking my trance.
When I looked at his face, Kylo Ren's eyes shone brightly, and a faint flush had risen in his cheeks. He pulled on my thigh gently. I knew what he was asking without him speaking it, and I was more than happy to comply. I straddled his face, this time so that I faced Hux. Kylo Ren pulled me down onto his mouth firmly with enthusiasm, and as soon as I felt his tongue begin to move again, and felt the hot breath from his nose on the cleft of my ass, I knew I'd made the right choice to stay.
Now I could watch the General fulfill my orders and bask in this perfect moment. With some dark humor, I noticed that the last time I'd felt this way, it had not been sexual in nature; it had been a pure moment of joy, myself on the verge of kissing General Rhidan, my future secured with a good man, or so I'd thought. It was a moment that Hux had shattered brutally with an orchestrated assassination. Now, however, the joy of having Kylo Ren's tongue deep in my cunt while I watched the same red-haired officer gulp at his rival's cock, hungry to prove his obedience, that former moment paled in comparison. I planted my hand on Hux's cap and pushed him down hard so that he gagged. Simultaneously, I felt and heard Kylo Ren groan between my legs, the reverberations of his deep voice seem to pierce me, and then his tongue followed suit, fucking me with delicious abandon, his long fingers curling and digging into my thighs.
"That's right," I murmured sweetly to Hux, watching him struggle for a second. "Show me what a good slut you are." I let him go and he pulled his head up, the hard cock slipping out of his mouth as he gasped for air, spittle on his lower lip. As soon as Hux had regained his breath, he continued, his eyes on me as his head moved up and down, Kylo Ren's cock slipping in and out of view between his perfect pink lips. It seemed that he wanted to prove his ability, for, without breaking eye contact, he opened his jaw as wide as he could and engulfed the entire length of the shaft, burying his nose in the mound of dark pubic hair. I saw his throat working around its girth, and the sight was enough to make me nearly forget myself; Kylo Ren reacted with appropriate appreciation, as his own actions became proportionately more enthusiastic. I started grinding my hips again in time with Hux's motions, rolling them forward when Hux's mouth encompassed the cock, then up and backwards when Hux released to catch his breath, in repeated crests. It was as though his mouth on Kylo Ren were directly touching my body, as though Kylo Ren were a mere conduit for the pleasure Hux was giving me. I felt the tingling start in the arches of my feet around the same time that I felt the aching pressure start to compound in my belly and lower back. I leaned forward slightly, mindlessly seeking even more contact, hearing myself moan with each breath. Hux was watching me as well as he could, and when I caught glimpses of Kylo Ren's cock, the head was dark red and glistening. Too soon, I thought. This can't be over so soon.
There was a moan inside of me, and suddenly one of the hands gripping my thigh released it, revealing the marks where Kylo Ren's nails had been digging into my skin, and roughly pushed back on General Hux's head. The cock popped out of his mouth lewdly, and there was clearly some Force behind the gesture as well, for the officer fell back harder than he should have, with a stunned expression on his face.
Kylo Ren lifted himself up and curved forward, using his arms to move my hips downward and, maneuvering deftly, I found myself on the floor on my hands and knees. From behind me, he lifted me up with two hands on my hips and I felt his erection bump my cunt. A hand guided it to the entrance. Looking back over my shoulder, Kylo Ren's torso towered over me, his hair mussed and wild, the flush dark in his face. His eyes were blazing as he reached toward Hux. Almost immediately, I saw Hux's back arch, his hands twisting behind him as if pulled by invisible rope. It was frightening how jerky the motions were like those of a marionette, and I realized that Kylo Ren was using the Force to restrain him. Hux's cap fell off, and his pale eyes bulged with panic, his neck straining as he was choked. I felt a jolt of fear and almost moved to say something in protest, but just then, a hand wound through my hair and wrenched it back, silencing the words before they'd even formed. His hips shoved forward into me and his turgid cock penetrated me. I cried out in shock and pleasure from the sudden invasion, my eyes rolling toward the ceiling.
Without releasing my hair, Kylo Ren began to pull out and plunge in, jarring my body with each thrust, far deeper than I'd ever felt him. My vision was hazy with utter mind-boggling pleasure and the sweet pain in my scalp and the wall inside of me that was being ruthlessly battered by the head of his cock. When I looked forward to Hux, it was almost an afterthought. He was on his knees, his hands behind his back at an awkward angle, his back stiff and neck straight. He was apparently able to breathe now, but it seemed that Kylo Ren hadn't released his hold entirely on the man's airflow, because his narrow chest rose and fell with the desperation of a man who wasn't sure of his next breath. I felt the other hand drop and grip the swell of my hips painfully, holding me in place so that he might be able to slam into me with more strength. With each thrust, I grunted, unable to maintain any kind of composure. Though he didn't hold me with the Force, I felt myself as unable to move as Hux was.
"You like seeing me fuck her?" Kylo Ren grunted, loosening his grip on my hair slightly without letting go. I looked at Hux down my nose, sucking in great gasping breaths as he was, but for different reasons. "How does it feel, Hux?"
The other man didn't answer, but his eyes were on me, an expression of mingled horror and consuming desire on his fair features. The bulge in his underthings belied his apparent despair. A swell of fire ripped through me then and I cried out as I crashed forcefully and crazily headlong into my orgasm, taken utterly by surprise and completely out of control as I shuddered around the organ inside of me. I know some of the sensations leaked out, unintentionally projected, but I couldn't stop it as it spread to the two men. My hair was let go and clawed fingers raked down my back as Kylo Ren thrust into me sharply and ejaculated. He curled forward over my back, holding himself as far into me as he could while I felt the semen pulse out of him, filling me with liquid warmth.
Hux was breathing in ragged breaths, a tiny dark spot visible over his bulge where his sorely erect penis still strained against the fabric. Slowly, Kylo Ren pulled out, a trail of wetness dripping after him onto my upper thigh. A warm hand stroked my back where the skin was tender, welts where his nails had been. When I glanced over my shoulder to look at him, he was beside himself, his eyes alight with wicked fire. I lowered my ass to my heels and Kylo Ren got to his feet shakily, stumbling into the bedroom and then the refresher. While he was gone, I met Hux's eyes. Despite the dose of pleasure which I'd accidentally given him, he hadn't yet come. He deserved a reward for that. I still throbbed between my legs, the ache of desire not yet abated, and I had a cruel idea.
"My sweet General," I cooed, noting with some amount of disquiet that Kylo Ren's hold was still on the other man, even though he wasn't present. Again, I was confronted with the display of the sheer range of his power and the appreciation for the value of being his ally. "You've been so good, Hux. I want to reward you."
General Hux's expression softened a little and hope crept into his features.
"Use that lovely mouth of yours and clean me." I watched the confusion of the order become tainted by the realization of my meaning. There was a little discomfort there as well, for the nature of the order; with his arms bound, I clearly meant for him to do so with his mouth. And truly, licking up the post-coital emissions of another man was delightfully depraved; when I said it, I prepared myself for the possibility that I would push him too far. If he didn't want to do it, I wouldn't make him against his will. My hold over him was far stronger than I'd realized. With dogged determination, he regained his balance and unfolded into a standing position with the grace of a man with some physical ability. I watched him as he carefully walked around behind me and lowered himself and kneeled behind my ass like a supplicant humbling himself before a queen.
When Kylo Ren re-entered the room, apparently having finally found some clean towels, it was to the sight of General Hux bent at the waist behind me, his wrists locked behind his back as his little pink tongue licked the ejaculate off of my thighs in small, thorough strokes. He was making his way up toward my dripping cunt and I was biting my lip in delicious anticipation. Carefully, so as not to overstimulate the nerves there, he lapped and swallowed obediently, sneaking in a few strokes over my clit and labia in the guise of thoroughness. I felt the blood rush back there with such speed that it throbbed with my pulse. I locked eyes with Kylo Ren unblinkingly, gloating silently. His cock, which still hung limply outside of his pants, stirred. Hux's little pink tongue swept from the folds of my labia, then, up to the tight bud of my anus, surprising me for how good it felt and I let a small noise out. Sensing my enjoyment, I felt him push his face in closer, where he swirled his tongue around the sensitive place, then swept it back down to my cunt. He was determined to show me how much better he was at pleasing me, it seemed, and he was admittedly succeeding.
I wondered how far I could push him. I moved away from the General, feeling that he'd proven his loyalty well enough. I caressed his face with my hand and slowly got to my feet and stretched, pretending not to notice how both men watched me.
Coolly, I walked to the bedroom door, casting Hux a lingering look and drawing Kylo Ren into the room with me with a light hand on his bare arm.
"Do you happen to have some elastex condoms, perhaps some lubricant?" I asked, just loudly enough for the General to hear. Kylo Ren's brows rose, and I felt him questioning me with his Force aura. Silently, I communicated with him by recalling the sight of the General's lithe form beneath me as I reamed him with the harnessed phallus. I remembered thinking how attractive he looked as he took me into him, wished that I could have had the privilege to feel him. A small wash of heat passed through Kylo Ren and he closed his eyes. There was no doubt that he'd seen it, overcome by the image for the second time. Watching him loftily, I moved to his bed, and then sat upon it, propping myself up on his pillows so that I was more comfortable.
"Come here, General," I called, stretching languorously upon the coverlet. Kylo Ren stood back, still holding the towels, and we both watched as Hux's slender form entered. He'd put his cap back on, I was pleased to note. I let my thighs fall open and patted the bed. "Up here, my pet. This is much more comfortable than the floor. You've been so good, so obedient."
Hux was almost glowing. He cast a brief, suspicious glance to Kylo Ren, who'd rendered his face unreadable, before climbing onto the bed. I could sense some pride, some ego in him. He seemed to think that I preferred his tongue to Kylo Ren's, and in a way he was right. He seemed to know exactly how to touch me with it to make my nerve endings sing, of course he'd had far more practice. Settling comfortably between my legs, his ass in the air, he watched my face as he darted his tongue out and in delicate, graceful swipes, managed to return me to a state of hungry, aching arousal in a short amount of time. Behind him, in the shadows, Kylo Ren held out a hand to the side. I sensed the swell of Force energy and there was a small noise, a drawer opening, and out of the bathroom, a small tube and a package flew into his hand. The noise was enough to gather Hux's attentions, so at that moment, I pushed his head down onto my cunt hard to distract him. He groaned into me and started licking with greater fervor. I saw his cock growing again, protruding below him.
Quietly, Kylo Ren set the towels on the bed. He stepped up to it, his eyes firmly on the curve of Hux's pale buttocks, held up so invitingly toward him. We exchanged a meaningful look, a cruel glint in his eyes. He opened the tube and now Hux started again, began to turn to see what the other man was doing. I fed him a small thread of pleasure and he seemed to forget that anyone else was there as his eyes fluttered shut and his back arched.
"You are mine, yes, General?" I asked him sweetly, sharing just enough pleasure to distract him, loving how handsome he looked bowed before me.
"Yes, Sir," he sighed. Kylo Ren's eyes were on me as he squeezed some of the lubricant onto his hand. He opened a small packet, pulled out a condom.
"You will do anything I ask, yes?" I asked, punctuating this with a tiny barb mixed in with the pleasure. Hux grunted, bucked slightly, his pelvis bucking forward as if his cock sought somewhere to bury itself.
"Yes, Sir," he replied, licking his lips, his heavily lidded eyes opening on me, regarding me with the most adoring gaze. I felt only slightly guilty.
"And if you find that you are unable to fulfil one of my orders, you will use the word we discussed, yes?" I bit my lip, watching just past Hux's pale, lightly freckled back as Kylo Ren unrolled the condom over his hard cock.
"Yes, Sir, though I can think of nothing that would make me want to disobey you." The answer was sweet, if ill-informed.
"We'll see." I granted him a small, benevolent smile before my eyes flickered to Kylo Ren's face. "Whatever happens, keep your cap on."
A look of confusion passed over his noble features just before Kylo Ren leaned forward and tugged the waist band of Hux's undergarments down, exposing the curve of his white buttocks. Before the General could react, Kylo Ren squeezed a blob of clear, viscous lubricant over the cleft of his ass. Startled, Hux gave a start, turning to look over his shoulder where he saw the ominous figure of Kylo Ren tossing aside the tube of lubricant. It landed softly atop the folded towels. Hux's head whipped around toward me again, questioning, his mouth poised as if to speak. I waited to hear the safety word. Hux's mouth snapped shut and his brows knitted, his eyes closed as he likely considered his position. He was a proud man, I thought with some small amount of admiration. And I knew that somewhere deep inside of him, he wanted this. Kylo Ren reached forward and gently began to stroke the cleft of Hux's ass almost lovingly. Hux shuddered and bowed his head. His cap slid forward slightly.
"Careful, General," I warned. After a moment of pause, Hux looked up again, fixing me with an expression of overwhelming anguish. My order now made sense. I looked down at him with exaggerated pity. As Kylo Ren stroked him, Hux adjusted his cap, then reached forward and resumed tonguing me between my legs, determined to follow my orders. I couldn't see precisely what Kylo Ren was doing, but I could guess. Hux shivered every time one of the other man's fingers passed over the tight orifice between his buttocks, and it seemed to pass through him into me. I slid forward, stroked Hux's hair, my breath catching my in throat as the pressure built, and my heart thudded loudly in my ears. And then, an almost inaudible grunt. Kylo Ren had inserted a finger into the General, a devilish shine to his dark eyes in the dimly lit room. Hux was overcome for a moment; I knew how good it felt and I bit my lip, images of the two men together already playing before my eyes.
His tongue flicked my clit and swirled around it, and a surge of heat washed over me. My eyes rolled back and I tilted my hips up toward that mouth. Harder I thought to myself, thinking both of Hux's tongue and of the long finger that I could feel deep inside of him, stroking that pleasure organ. Simultaneously, Kylo Ren's other hand hooked around Hux's hips, gripped him close. On his face was the look of a predator that was sure of its next meal, and it was a little unsettling in its focus.
Blood flow was collecting heavily in my labia, and my cunt ached and gripped as Hux dutifully continued to pleasure me. Kylo Ren removed his finger, gathered some more lubricant into his palm and began to coat the sheathed cock, stroking the shaft. I felt my breath stutter as another ripple passed through me. I felt my lower muscles clench in anticipation. Hux was seemingly lost in the sensations I was granting him, but he froze when Kylo Ren, gripping his cock in hand, gently pressed against Hux's tight hole.
"Relax, General. You're so fucking tense," Kylo Ren mused, almost tauntingly. He was right. I could feel it and see it in his body that everything was rigid. He was afraid that this was going to hurt. Gently, I stroked Hux's cheek. He opened his mouth, and I was sure that he was going to stop this.
"If you're going to do it, fucking do it," Hux sad through clamped teeth. "Just be sure you fuck me properly, Ren." I was a little stunned at his boldness, but Kylo Ren's demeanor was fierce. Just then, Hux's body lurched and his arms wrested behind him sharply and he cried out, his cheek on the bed between my open thighs. His cock looked painfully swollen now, and the red tip was glistening slightly.
His hands free, Kylo Ren gripped the other man's hips, held him still, and then guided his cock forward. Hux cried out at the same time I did; I was suddenly, forcefully made aware of the sensation of pushing a turgid organ into an impossibly tight, lube-slicked hole, of having that hole stretched painfully to accommodate the invasion, and of my hand, which had begun to thrum almost unconsciously against my clitoris. All three of us groaned at once as this awareness spread from me, and I felt Hux's anus relax slightly as Kylo Ren's thick cock pushed further in, gripped tightly by the wet heat of the hole it was penetrating. My body jerked and tensed as my mind tried to process this confusing, muddled sensory feedback of three bodies at once. I was going to come, I thought with some vague awareness that I had not stopped touching myself, unconsciously desperate to relieve this incredible hungry ache.
Kylo Ren buried his cock up to the base, filling the slighter man so deeply and fully that it seemed impossible. He stopped for a moment, his eyes rolled back as he tried to get a grip on what he was feeling. I knew he felt his cock in Hux as surely as he felt it in himself. Slowly, he drew back out, and all three of us breathed and moaned at the same time, like a wave passing through our bodies. Without being told, Hux stretched his neck then, and began to suckle at my groin. Gratefully, I gripped his head, not noticing when the hat fell onto the bed, and ground his face between my legs as Kylo Ren began to fuck him, slowly at first, and then harder. Soon, he maintained a steady pace, jarring Hux's tongue into me hard. I knew they felt his tongue as well as they felt each other. I almost couldn't handle it; the summation of three separate nervous systems was more than one brain could handle, but it seemed like the gates were open and I couldn't stop it.
Hungrily, almost with a desperate zeal, Hux continued to lap at me, plunging his small tongue into my throbbing cunt and laving me up to my clit, swirling it under my clitoral hood as Kylo Ren's cock continually filled him and pulled back before ramming into him again. I withdrew my senses, trying to get a hold of myself and what I was feeling before I lost it entirely, and that is when I came.
My orgasm was hard and blinding and I muffled Hux's cries deep between my legs as I double fisted his red hair and ground his face into me while the flood of heat passed over me. Almost reflexively, I scooted back, shaking, away from Hux's mouth, suddenly oversensitive as the aftershocks flexed and released in my pelvic floor muscles, just those sensations enough to elicit another groan from me. They were not finished yet, I realized. It seemed as though both of them had lost their minds. Kylo Ren was gripping Hux so hard and thrusting his muscled hips into him with such force that the entire bed shook with each impact, and Hux's noises became one long, continuous moan with a regular stutter when the man behind him rammed him.
I drank in the sight of them thirstily. This was what I'd wanted, ever since I'd gleaned from Hux that the two of them had once been involved. Watching these two beautiful men, one large and tall and muscular with his thick dark hair in a chaotic mess atop his head, the other pale and slight and wiry, his fair red hair completely out of order, was like watching night crash into day. Kylo Ren's long body curved and flowed, at once fluid and savage as he fucked the other man, whose arms were held helplessly behind him. It was beauty, it was art. If I could have captured the image in my mind, I would have, and I cast it to memory as well as I could. When Hux acted close to coming, Kylo Ren raised an arm and smacked him hard on one cheek, shocking him into averting the climax, but making him clench, and then Kylo Ren snarled as he came, shuddering as he buried himself deep into Hux. I was touching myself again.
Almost too quickly, Kylo Ren pulled his cock out. The sheath was full of his come, and the lubricant had become foamy in its agitation. He fell back slightly, caught himself by throwing a hand out and gripping the coverlet. Hux collapsed onto the bed, arms still trapped behind him, gingerly avoiding landing on his hard, still glistening cock.
Kylo Ren shook his head, peeled off the condom, and tossed it on the floor. He stumbled into the refresher, hands splayed on the sink as he caught his breath. I followed, feeling as though my entire body vibrated. I activated the shower, pulled Kylo Ren into the hot spray with me, and began stroking his body. Almost weakly, he returned the gesture. It was as though he was drunk, and I could feel it too, the after effects of the temporary three-way sensory connection. I began soaping his body, running my fingers through his hair, down his sweaty back, around the base of his limp shaft. Even now, it stirred weakly, seemingly infused with inhuman stamina. He took my face in his hands and captured my mouth in a kiss. I couldn't think, I was so overcome with an insatiable desire at the sight of his spine arching smoothly as he fucked General Hux. I bit his lip, drawing blood, and he pulled me into him, our wet bodies pressing together under the flow of water, as if we couldn't get close enough. I felt it again, the feedback was starting, and this time, I didn't stop it.
Locking my eyes with his, Kylo Ren snaked his hand down between my legs and began running soapy fingers between my labia and I groaned, rested my forehead against his cheek. I was tired, but my body was responding to his touch, and so was his. I couldn't even begin to stop myself from expressing the sensory empathy at this point; it felt as though some barrier had been destroyed and I was in no state to rebuild it and contain it within myself. Something had happened between us, a bridge of connected nervous systems, built by my sensitivity to the flow of the Force between and through us.
When I felt a hand on my back, it almost seemed like the most natural thing in the world to see Hux stepping into the shower behind me. Kylo Ren and I maneuvered so that he could stand directly beneath the flow of hot water, and together we soaped him up, running our hands down his and each other's bodies, Hux's smooth and slight, Kylo Ren's muscled and lanky with light dustings of dark hair, and my own, soft and curvy. Without the third person, it had almost felt as if we had been lacking somehow, as if part of us had been missing and now we were whole again.
I was starting to lose track of whose hand belonged to whom; it seemed like we were one creature made of hands and mouths, soapy, wet flesh pressed together, sliding over one another, hooded, intoxicated eyes meeting and sharing thoughts without words. Hux's cock became hard first; he had not come before, when Kylo Ren had fucked him, and I pushed back against him now, loving the way his erection felt against my buttocks, and soon there was another bumping against my abdomen. Two mouths were on me, on my face, kissing and sucking at my neck and the tender place there where Kylo Ren had bitten me before, teeth on my shoulder, slippery hands sliding over my breasts and between my buttocks, underneath me and then back up my back. My hands roamed over hard chests and biceps, behind me to smooth, hairless testicles and across a flat stomach and hip bones, and then again before me, squeezing a meaty ass cheek. A firm forearm wrapped around me and gripped Hux's cock, and I felt that too, just as they felt it every time probing, questing fingers found my clit or the bundle of nerves around my anus. The line between us dissolved.
We were one organism, thinking and feeling together, with one sexual need to fill and be filled. I could feel their pulses and they matched my own steady, staccato pace. Without intending to, my Darksight bloomed into existence, and I could see that there truly were no barriers. The Force flowed and swirled between us, fluttering at each point of physical contact, and from the two men between whose chests I was pressed, I felt and saw the motes of power trickling into me, only slightly more quickly than it trickled out. On some level, I knew what was happening, but I neither had the ability nor the desire to stop it. If they were aware that I was siphoning their energy, they, too, seemed not to care. And then I felt the head of a cock slip between my thighs and I spread them, welcomed it into me as teeth and lips drank in the taste of the hot water on my skin. It was Kylo Ren, I recognized the girth as it stretched my cunt slowly. Seconds later, a second cock gently nudged me between my buttocks. Kylo Ren felt it and held very still inside of me. Without thinking, I spread myself, glancing over my shoulder at the pale eyes, flushed face, and parted pink lips of General Hux. I felt the tension bleed out of my muscles, and then he slipped into me slick with the soapy water. I cried out at the same time they did. Slowly, a rhythm began to build between them. Large hands supported me and I wrapped my arms around the neck in front of me while a mouth behind me kissed my neck, my shoulders. Arms wrapped around my sides from behind and gripped the body in front of me, holding us close, nearly crushing the breath out of me, and still I wanted more.
We completely lost all sense of self, groaning and grunting together, a chorus of unbridled, shameless ecstasy. Someone's finger found my clit and began moving against it, pinching it, rubbing it, building up the pressure in my spine until I thought I would explode, but the bodies pressing me wetly from either side seemed to hold me together.
Someone pulled my hair, and I felt fingers clawing my back. I shuddered and gasped as the movement inside of me churned and thrusted alternatingly. My toes went numb, and then every square centimeter of my awareness shrank down to a point of unbelievable, quivering potential power.
A shockwave coursed through me and in an explosion of sensation burst behind my eyelids, magnified threefold as I and the two bodies hemming me in came at once, filling me with their emission and their unfathomable ecstasy. The floor rose up beneath me and we collapsed under the running water together, a heap of wet, slippery bodies tangled together, shuddering as the aftershocks shook us.
When they slipped out of me, it seemed that a flood of warmth followed. I closed my eyes and leaned forward on Kylo Ren's panting chest as a heavy hand stroked my hair. Behind me, Hux began washing himself and me, still sitting on the floor of the refresher, and for a moment I couldn't think, I just enjoyed the sensation of his hand sliding over me, focused on that until the world seemed to shrink back down until I was once more alone inside of my own skin.
The water cut off, and suddenly, the air dryers kicked on, blasting the three of us awake. Kylo Ren slipped out of the shower and I slid out clumsily on top of him, scrambling on the floor, laughing suddenly at how wobbly my legs felt. Hux stayed behind, pulling himself shakily to his feet while the air dryers did their job. Kylo Ren climbed to his feet and pulled me up, brushed the hair out of my face and gave me a strange, mildly amused look as my laugh slowed to a chuckle. It tapered off and I sighed, feeling giddy.
Wearily, Kylo Ren walked into the bedroom, grabbed a towel to dry his hair, and slumped down on the edge of the bed. Hux, joined him and they both lay sprawled on the bed, just barely not touching. Kylo Ren's wide yawn quickly spread to the other man before he glanced over to me and patted the bed. I wasn't sleepy like they were. I thought with some amount of self-awareness that I'd siphoned energy from them both while they were inside of me, and I knew that I couldn't claim it as an accident this time. It felt very much like I'd drank half a liter of hotcaff, like my energy was buzzing beneath my skin, and it made me feel shaky and agile. Still, I stretched and walked over to the bed, admiring the marks on General Hux's pale body as I climbed on and crawled past him. I nuzzled Kylo Ren's stomach before I settled in the space between the two of them.
Hux, whose face was level with my ribs, turned on his side facing me and rested his head on me. I draped my arm over his shoulder comfortably. On my other side, Kylo Ren rolled to face me until it felt like I was at the center of a vortex of heavy, drowsy bodies.
Everything between my legs was sore, but the rest of me felt amazing. I closed my eyes and rested my head against Kylo Ren and basked in the glow of post-coital bliss.
Author's Notes 2: Look... I just. Uhm... yeah.
Music:
Just some sexy music because it took me way longer to write this than it takes to read it
The Touch of Your Skin - Trevor Something
Bad Moon Rising - Palestra
Girl I Love you - Massive Attack
Ruiner - NIN
Rev 22-20 - Puscifer
If you want more, I have a whole crazy playlist of stuff I listen to while writing. spotify link spotify:user:cyberspacewitch:playlist:2gZo6tkCELtHQqlebn7E4K