A/N: Okay, a couple things lol. I haven't written smut in years, so if it's terrible please give me some constructive feedback! Also, if you're a hardcore angsty lover, sorry lol. I promise this won't be one of those stories that is just gratuitous smut, it is actually part of the plot and based in real world human behavior these two are known for... ding ding ding, yes- reckless decisions and impulsive behavior. SO, I hope this plays into the story in your mind the way I want it to, and that you enjoy the chapter.
Also, a little shoutout to my lone reviewer, and one of my favorite Inuyasha authors from the good old days for following this story, that gave me all the feels.
Supremacy
I'd been churning over and over in my mind about my last encounter with Rey. Surely, these visions she kept having were of her dark nature trying to break through, and I'd be lying if I said that wasn't pleasing. But, there was a part of me that felt guilt over it. She was so distressed. She stirred very strong, protective instincts inside me. It upset me greatly to find her in such a state, even if it was oddly satisfying the way she clung to me. A tug of war inside myself, wanting her to fall into the darkness with me, but wanting to save her from it too. I had to quash that though, she'd never meet her potential caged in by the rules of the light side.
She had to be corrupted. That innocence in her would have to be lost. But, could I control how it happened? Something really struck me though. What she'd said when I told her she wasn't responsible for carrying the burden of Luke's death. "I never… I didn't want this." It was an echo. An echo of a young Ben Solo, watching his uncle's temple burn, dead padawans surrounding him in the rubble. She couldn't have known. She'd never seen that particular memory, because I'd buried it so deep.
The steam started to build up in the fresher, drawing my attention back to the task at hand. I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water ease the tension in my shoulders. Corruption. How would I go about that? Where was her weak spot? Me. The beast echoed in the back of my mind. Hmm. Maybe there was something to that. The way she looked at me when she saw me unclothed. She was always bashful about it, but it was easy to tell she liked it. A thought to toy with. I finished washing and turned off the tap, reaching for my towel.
I felt too tired and apathetic to bother with clothing, ready for sleep to claim me from a weary day. I tossed the towel to the floor and fell onto the bed with a sigh, smacking the console on the far side with the Force to lower the viewport cover and plunge the room into pitch black. I was still too warm from the shower to bother much with blankets, just tossing the sheet over my waist and letting the drowsiness overcome my senses. "Kylo?" She's here again so soon? My eyes opened, but I wasn't in bed anymore.
I was in a dining room from all appearances, an opulent one at that. Coruscant? I looked down, appraising fine, black robes. Robes not intended for battle, nicer than anything I'd worn in many years. Then I remembered, Rey had called for me. "Rey?" I asked, looking around, but not seeing her. But then, she peered through the doorway, as though she'd been searching for me. "There you are. What are you doing? You haven't changed yet?" She walked in, and my eyes went wide.
Her hair was down, glimmering curls that had surely been let loose from some intricate updo. Her face freshly washed, and a black gossamer dressing gown lined with fur graced her skin. It was tied by a sash high on her waist, pushed open by a swollen belly. I couldn't hide my shock, I knew I must look like a fool. She laughed, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" She glowed, radiantly happy. I closed my eyes and felt around us in the Force, I needed to know. What I suspected was true, she felt like a night sky. Powerful darkness enveloped her, but stars of light still gleaned through.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in my bed again, much to my disappointment. However, I felt a violent twitch to my right in the bed, and heard something palming along the wall. I didn't recall letting a droid in. Then, I felt a panic creep into my awareness, but I was still too drowsy to be so alert, and recognized it wasn't mine. Whatever it was, it jerked upward as I utilized the Force to retract the viewport cover. As the light filtered dimly across the bed, I noticed the feminine figure just arms length from me, a familiar silhouette. She turned toward me to look at the now opened viewport.
"Rey?" I asked, though I knew it was her. She startled, observing me silently. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed her state of dress. My own sheet was half up her thighs where she sat, a familiar black sweater pooled around her waist, her hair loose around her shoulders. It made my mind race back to the other Rey I just saw, and I felt blood rush to my groin in response. A mischievous thought came to mind. "I feel it in you, darkness. Why not surrender to it?" I said evenly, knowing how it provoked her. She'd be cross with me again, but I didn't care at the moment.
"No!" She retorted vehemently, very insulted, as I expected. I scoffed, and gave her a playful leer. "Would you like to feel my darkness? Feel it inside you?" Though my meaning was purposefully duplicitous, I could feel her trepidation. I reached out in the Force and invaded her mind abruptly, before she could throw up a defense. I showed her a sample of the things I imagined when I pleasured myself to thoughts of her. I was keen to hear her bumbling response, trying to convince me she didn't want it. The rise out of her would be prize enough.
A glimpse of her, laid on her back across my desk, spreading her legs wide for me after a long day. My cock plunging into her tight, wet little pussy. Her perky little tits bouncing as I buried myself to the hilt over and over. Her cries and pleas as I filled every delicious inch of her, rubbing her little bud until she screamed in ecstasy. Her pussy fluttering and milking my swelling cock for every drop as I paint her insides with thick spurts of cum.
Another of her against that very wall behind her now. Ripping her pants at the seam and pushing her underwear aside, swooping her up with my forearms under her knees, pinning her against the wall as I penetrate her. Her gasps of surprise and pleasure egging me on. Leaving love bites along her neck and collarbone, a reminder that she's mine for those little Resistance boys. My pelvis grinding into her, rubbing against her clit, her crying my name as she convulses with the intensity of her orgasm.
But even then, I'm unrelenting, tossing her onto the bed and pushing her face down into the blankets with one hand while the other lines up my hungry cock with her entrance. Groaning in pleasure at the feel of sliding into her hot wet hole again. My hands are gripped tight to her waist, jerking her back onto my dick and her ass slapping against my hips with obscene noise. My tip pushing against that heavenly spot that makes her scream and beg me not to stop. I teeter at the edge, holding out for that sweet unraveling once more before plunging deep and filling her to the brim with my seed, that greedy little twat sucking it up as she pulsates around my cock.
When I pull back, I notice that she didn't try to fight out the invasion- she watched willingly. I could feel the arousal heavy around us, I could smell it. Was she not wearing anything under my sweater? Mmm. I liked that. Those hazel eyes appraising me darkened with lust. "You can just watch, if you prefer that." I murmured, pulling the sheet away and revealing my erection. Let her see it for real, up close. She didn't reply, but her eyes fixated on it. She swallowed thickly, licking her lips. How I'd love to feel them wrapped around it. I raised my hand to her, "Spit." I said firmly. Her eyes darted to mine, but she complied. Her breathing hitched as I moved the same hand to grip my cock, slowly sliding it up and down.
Her breaths became heavier as I stroked myself leisurely, her fingers twitched. She was trying not to fidget. "You can touch yourself too, if you want." Her eyes flicked to mine again, I could feel her nervousness and indecision, but the roiling lust was too persistent to be overcome. She slid herself under my blanket beside me, our shoulders nearly touching. I felt the urge to chuckle in amusement at her modesty, but I knew better than to embarrass her and scare her off. I could perceive movement underneath, and I took my time twisting my palm around my straining cock, wondering if her pussy would feel as good as I imagined it did.
I could feel her hips wriggling more, little whimpers she was trying not to let escape her, as she pleasured herself. Mmm. I liked that too. Her fingering a wet, tight little pussy, panting and watching me stroke myself thinking about it. She whined, finally speaking. "I need more." She breathed. "Anything, what do you need?" My eyes locked fiercely with her shy, bashful ones. "Touch me. Please." Words so soft, but full of need. How I had longed for them.
I turned on my side facing her, gently pulling away the blanket. Her fingers lay against her thigh, glistening. I grabbed her wrist, bringing her hand to my face, and those fingers into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around them, tasting her. Exquisite. I released her hand, noticing her legs rubbing together in apprehension. I leaned over her, kissing her neck, letting my hand wander now to the hem of the sweater, then pushing my hand up along her nude thigh toward her abdomen. She gasped as I palmed her breast, arching into my touch as I rolled the nipple between my fingers.
Pushing the sweater up to her neck, I leaned in and brushed the flat of my tongue across her peaked mound, eliciting a delicious noise. When I took it between my lips and sucked, I felt a hand bury in my hair and grip it tightly, and as I teased it with my teeth, a deep, throaty moan was my reward. She was down right squirming now, and I thought I'd best be kind in our first encounter if I hoped for another. I trailed wet kisses down her torso, my hand making the opposite approach, sliding up her inner thigh.
I shifted to linger over top of her, my other hand pinning her hip to the bed, as my other fingers ghosted over the wet folds of her womanhood. She whimpered and arched toward my hand, how wanton. I couldn't help the grin I knew was plastered on my face. I dragged my fingers downward more roughly, letting my thumb push between her lips against her clit, her body jerked and I circled it harshly. "Please." She whined, her lust hitting me like tidal waves at this point, the need written all over her face made my cock twitch. Take her. The beast growled.
No, I wouldn't force myself on her. Besides, I was looking forward to savoring the taste of her. I acquiesced and slipped a finger inside her, and Maker. She was indeed hot and tight, even more so than I'd dreamed. Once she relaxed, I slipped in the second, twisting and pumping them as she writhed and moaned, my thumb still pressing on her clit. She was close already, I could feel it. She wanted this, badly. "I want to taste you, can I?" I asked urgently, I wanted her to cum on my tongue. She bit her lip and nodded, I didn't hesitate.
I delved between her legs, sliding my hands down underneath her ass and gripping those firm little mounds, holding her in place. My tongue glided up across her opening until it landed at her clit, giving it a few good lashings, earning loud moans of approval and bunches of sheets gripped tightly in her fists. Alternated with thrusting my tongue inside her, she was quite undone. I relented though, pulling a hand free to rub her bud and finally toss her over the edge with my tongue savoring her insides. I looked up to appraise the beautiful sight of her face crying out in pleasure at the climax I delivered for her, searing it into my memory.
As her body relaxed, I climbed back upward to claim her lips in a soft kiss. When I pulled back, her expression was unreadable. Maybe coy? Mischievous? I gasped in surprised as I felt her hand wrap around my cock, and if I wasn't rock hard before, I sure as hell was now. Despite orgasm, her lust definitely hadn't quelled, I felt it singing to mine. "I need more." She said again, but this time, it was deliberately seductive and I knew it. "Anything. What do you need?" I asked again, my heart thumping erratically in excitement.
"I need to feel you inside me." She breathed, biting her lip again. Maker, what a minx. My eyes never left hers as I dipped my hips, using one hand to guide the tip of my dick to rub between her wet, waiting folds. The look on her face, fuck it was delicious. I kept teasing her, smacking the tip against her mound, watching her writhe in frustration. "Please." She groaned. "Please what?" I challenged. "Please fuck me." I thought my eyes might roll back in pleasure at actually hearing those words from her. Oh, my love. Your wish is my command.
As I lined the tip of my cock up to her entrance, a rush of nervousness hit me. I realized it was from her, and with the bond between us blown wide open, I saw into her thoughts with ease. There was no one before me. Only mine. The beast cooed, he was thrilled. But the light in me urged me to be gentle, and so I was. I felt the resistance as I pushed in, her body trying to stretch and accommodate my size. Heard her gasp and hiss. Her blunt nails pressing into my biceps. And fuck it felt so much better than I imagined. The beast would pile drive her into oblivion if I allowed it. I stayed still, determined to wait until she relaxed.
Her nails eased, and her lips sought mine, hungry and imploring. I slowly eased out, then in. She tensed at first, but as I repeated the action, she relaxed. On the third, I was rewarded with a moan, and I picked up the pace. Stars, I wanted to go deeper and deeper, it was so hard to contain myself. I buried my face in her neck, groaning as I thrust in again. I wasn't going to last long, her pussy was divine. I grabbed at her and pulled her with me as I rolled onto my back, teasing her nipples again before she sat upright, perched atop my dick. I pushed her knees further apart, moaning as I felt myself sink deeper inside her.
She bit her lip again as she started circling her hips slowly, one of her hands reaching back and bracing on my thigh. I reached up and pulled her bottom lip out with my thumb, dragging it down over her jaw. Sliding my hand down over her neck and collarbone, then palming her breast as she rode me. Maker, I wanted to fill her full of cum. As if she sensed my thought, she leaned forward for better leverage, bracing her hands on my shoulders. I gripped her hips tightly to meet her thrusts with my own.
Her tight, lithe, little body crying out in pleasure impaled with my cock was just too much, I was rocketing toward the edge with abandon now. Rey's voice cried out, "Tell me!" Pulling her hips crashing down into mine with fervor, "Tell you what?" I asked, my brows pulling together in confusion. Her lips crashed to mine in a searing kiss before pulling back to answer. "Tell me you're mine." She breathed, panting with effort. I thought my heart might surge from my chest at the possessiveness in her voice. "I'm yours Rey, forever." I murmured into her ear, holding her closely for a moment, then pushing her up again.
Her body shuddered, and I took control, pumping into her vigorously from below. "Oh, Rey!" I exclaimed, my body went taut as I climaxed, her hands grabbing my hair desperately as her walls clenched around me, crying out, "Ben!" as I'm spilling my seed inside her, her pussy drinking me in. It occurred to me vaguely that she had used my old name again, but I was entirely too pleased to correct her. How in all the stars had I gotten her to do that? I was still reeling on that question.
I sure as hell wasn't complaining, my imagination paled in comparison to the real thing. Was this real? Did however we appeared to each other count as real? I couldn't be sure. Actually, come to think of it, she responded to my surroundings when I had woken to find her. The blankets, the bed, maybe I could chalk that up to my body being tangled up in them. But the light from the viewport. She shouldn't have been able to see that. Wouldn't normally anyway. She seemed much more surprised than normal too.
She slid off of me, and rolled onto the bed beside me, pulling the blanket up again. As though she were staying, a very casual and comfortable gesture. How odd. Was I asleep again and hadn't noticed? Maker, I hoped sincerely that this wasn't a dream. So vivid. Please don't be a dream. She reached for me, and I turned on my side to pull her into my embrace. She nestled herself against my chest with a contented sigh. I didn't understand, but I wasn't going to ask. Some might complain I was mercurial in temperament, I'd certainly met my match.
I smoothed away some sweaty strands from her forehead, pressing a kiss to her brow. Her eyes were closed, but she smiled softly. She peered through her lashes at me drowsily and muttered one final word before drifting asleep, "Mine." I didn't know a word could shake me the way that one did. I'd been enormously flattered that she found the idea of possessing me sexually gratifying in the throes of passion, but this was more emotional. Almost as though she was assuring herself, almost as though I was something worth possessing.
She'd be mine, I'd seen it, twice now. I didn't know why it was so hard for my heart to accept the reality laying in my arms. Maybe something deep down inside me would always feel unworthy. I'd been made to feel unworthy all my life, maybe I'd never be able to shake that. No matter what mood of hers awaited me tomorrow, no matter what softness or cruelty, I'd never stop fighting for her. That vision of her, I'd have it by any means necessary. I only lamented that the path ahead was full of strife and difficulty to get there, I could feel that truth in my bones.
Though she laid in my arms happily tonight, perhaps my heart was reluctant because it knew this wasn't a happy ending. It knew a story of twist and turns unknown waited ahead. Though this was a leap forward, lust and possessiveness were strong pulls into the darkness, I knew her far too well to believe she'd turn so easily. This was only a reprieve to stoke the fire between us. But I had no doubts we'd come to the end together, and I would stay this path resolutely.
