Chapter 10: Secrets of the First Order

Dr. Kalonia studied the blood sample work of Finn and Rose Tico as the couple sat together on the hospital bed, their hands joined, clasping each other like a lifeline. They had been trying for months to start a family, and still no baby. After this latest appointment that had shown Rose a negative pregnancy test once again, Kalonia had asked for both the Ticos to come in for some blood sample work, run some tests.

From the way Kalonia was frowning at the data computer, it was clear that what she had found had concerned her. Letting out a low hiss, she turned to Finn.

"Mr. Tico, samples of your blood show that you are producing white and red blood cells at a normal and healthy rate... but our scanners seem to have discovered something else."

What little color that was left drained from Finn's face. "What is it, Doctor?"

"There... appears to be an implant inside you. From additional tests we've been able to perform on your blood and prostate, it would appear that the implant has sterilized you. As it stands now, you cannot produce children."

Rose clapped a hand over her mouth as she let out a strangled sob. Finn slumped against her, gaze unseeing and distant.

"The First Order did this..." he murmured. Since his earliest days in the Sanitation Corps and FN-Division, Captain Phasma and the other leaders had preached and encouraged sexual abstinence among the ranks. Finn should have known that more active approaches would be taken to stifle sexual activity besides the occassional seminar classes and the almost non-existent presence of female Stormtroopers. Of course, he suspected that there had been some troopers of the same-sex orientation who would have been able to work around these strictures, and an implant would have had little effect on them. That point reminded him of Neek'o, and he turned to Kalonia earnestly.

"Doctor, there are currently two of my former comrades living here on base: Adem, formerly ADM-4548 and Neek'o, formerly NK-0809. It might be beneficial to search and see if they have these implants as well."

"Thank you, Lieutenant General. I will send for them immediately."

Later that day, Neek'o, Adem, Poe and Rey had all joined the Ticos and Kalonia in that hospital room. Neek'o had insisted that the General come along, on the grounds that anything that affected him as a Stormtrooper held implications of galactic security, especially if it was likely that more troopers would rebel in the coming days and weeks, as they already had been. Adem had been tracked down taking a walk with Rey and when he had asked her to come along, she had agreed, though worried.

"I've never liked hospitals," Adem shifted from foot to foot, looking the most unnerved that Rey had ever seen him. "I muddled through the yearly physicals in the Stormtrooper program, but this..."

Rey laid a gentle hand on his arm. "It's all right, Adem. You did wonderful."

Adem snorted, sending her a small smirk. "Define wonderful." When Dr. Kalonia had taken his blood sample, he had momentarily passed out. A splash of cold water had been needed to revive him.

Dr. Kalonia entered just then. From the look on her face, there was grave news, but also a slight puzzlement in her eyes.

"A sterilization implant has been detected in Mr. Neek'o here..." (Neek'o looked crestfallen, Poe gazing at him with sympathy) "... but not in Mr. Adem."

Everyone glanced to Adem in surprise, Kalonia's stare holding the intrigue of a scientist. It would seem that there would be no easy answers in solving this mystery; they were just as lost as they had been before.

Rey worried her bottom lip. "Why would that be?" Poe helplessly shrugged.

Adem's rusty-colored eyebrows furrowed for a long moment, deep in thought. Though Stormtroopers they all had been, what made him different from Finn and Neek'o?

A possible answer came to him. "Neek'o, what was your rank and designation when we were on active duty?"

Neek'o blinked. "Private, Engineering Corps. Why?"

Adem didn't answer, simply turning to Finn. "Lieutenant General Tico?"

"Private, Sanitation. But what does that have to do with anything?"

"I was ranked a Brigadier General in the Officers Division. We were always granted special privileges as opposed to who we called 'the plebes'." He gestured at Neek'o and Finn. "So..."

"So maybe one of those privileges was that troopers in the Officers Division weren't given the implant!" Rey finished for him.

"But what would be the rationale for that?" Poe pondered aloud. "To create an underclass of Stormtroopers based on contrived social structures, like sexual potency?" His expression appeared disgusted.

"Perhaps," Kalonia conceded. "It is an interesting hypothesis."

"What does it matter, though?" Neek'o leaned against one wall. "If people like Phasma and Hux can place implants inside me and Finn, it stands to reason that they can be taken out again. Maybe that would reverse the effects."

"If only that were so, Mr. Neek'o," Kalonia bemoaned. "But even if I could take the implant out of you, the effects of sterilization would be all too permanent. Aside from that, I would be loathe to try."

"Why not?"

"The risks of such a procedure would give you around a 50% chance of survival - little better than a credit toss."

Neek'o turned green. "Sorry I asked."

Poe was resting his chin on his hand, mind whirring. "There are going to be more Stormtroopers who turn Resistance," he mused. "They haven't found their way to base yet, but they will. And it's their right to know everything that they were subjected to under the First Order regime." He glanced up at Adem. "Would you know anything about the keeping of Stormtrooper medical records?"

"Not much," Adem conceded. "Though I was always told that those kinds of files were kept on a remote asteroid - Polis Massa."

"Perfect," Poe stood. "Officer Adem, I hereby order you to go to Polis Massa and investigate."

Adem saluted. "As you wish, Commander."

"Oh, and take Rey with you. She'll help and I'm sure she would appreciate a change of scene."

Rey beamed gratefully, pleased. "Thank you, Poe," she expressed, and warmly kissed him on the cheek. Both Neek'o and Adem frowned.

"I'll commission you both use of the Millennium Falcon for your journey. Gather your things and prepare to depart from Hangar B at 0200. Dismissed."

"Come on." Adem held his hand out to Rey and tugged her out of the hospital room. Watching them go, Neek'o drifted over to Poe's side.

"When you told me you two made up, I didn't think you meant that well."

"Oh, don't be a Jealous George," Poe smiled at him fondly. "And not all of our dirty laundry was aired out, I assure you."

An exhuasted Rose finally willed herself to rise from the hospital bed. "Well," she murmured half to herself, her expression in some strange halfway land between blank and dazed. "I better get back to that Coruscanti freighter I was working on." Turning back to her husband, she passionately kissed him goodbye. "You know I'll always love you." And she almost floated out of the med ward.

"What's the matter with her?" Neek'o wondered out loud.

"Honey, please be more tactful. She's still in shock. She and her husband can't have children. How do you think you'd feel?"

Neek'o's face fell in empathy at his partner's admonishment. Poe sighed.

"OK, you two: huddle up!" He gathered Finn and Neek'o around him. "I've received classified intelligence about a First Order remnant that could still pose a threat if we don't neutralize it."

Finn's eyes gleamed. "What kind of remnant?"

"A biological weapon. We have reason to believe there are stores of the deceased Supreme Leader's DNA kept hidden on a planet, south of the Rishi Maze satellite galaxy."

Finn frowned. "So, like... the Unknown Regions?"

"Farther than that," Neek'o whistled. "The Rishi Maze is just beyond the official borders of this galaxy."

Poe nodded in approval. "I have authorized a mission to go to this planet and destroy the Supreme Leader's DNA supply. You, Finn and Snap Wexley will accompany me."

"What's the planet?" Finn asked.

Poe held his eyes. "Kamino."

Adem was in a surlier mood, Rey noted, when she met back up with him in Hanger Bay B to depart on their mission. She had always appreciated how polite and soft-spoken Adem was, but as they stocked the Falcon's quarters and arranged the pre-flight checks, she found him almost disturbingly quiet, and on the rare moment when he did speak, it was brusque.

"Can you help me with this oscillator?" Rey asked him, straining to tweak a component that was too high for her to reach.

Adem came up behind her, twisted the oscillator bolt tight with the Harris wrench, then slid abruptly past her on his way towards the cockpit. "That should do it," he grunted.

Rey frowned. What was up with him today? He hadn't been like this just this morning, when he had asked her to accompany him on a brief stroll after breakfast before insisting on escorting her to her first shift in Lando's personal hangar. They had engaged in such lovely conversation, and were only interrupted in Adem dropping her off by Threepio, come to tell them that Dr. Kalonia had requested their presence.

Adem was mute throughout all the rest of the pre-flight check, slumping back in Chewie's co-pilot seat and letting Rey deftly navigate the famed freighter out of Ajan Kloss's atmosphere. Leaping the hyperspace, Rey switched the Falcon onto autopilot as Adem unbuckled from his seat and stalked back towards the captain's quarters. Losing patience, Rey followed the handsome, redheaded ex-Stormtrooper, confronting him by the fresher door.

"What is your problem? You seemed fine on our walk this morning, but ever since we got called into that meeting with Kalonia..." she shook her head. She had a feeling it had nothing to do with the mission. Adem had appeared proud and pleased that Poe had entrusted him with such a task, only a handful of months after becoming Resistance.

Adem's impossibly blue eyes wouldn't meet her probing stare. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Well, tough, Mr. Brigadier General. Friends talk through things with one another." Retreating from her harsh tone, Rey brushed her fingers along his jawline, turning his face to make him look at her. It was a remarkably intimate gesture, but she had done it before to help Ben open up, whenever her husband had been particularly angry. "If you're hurting, let me help."

Adem's strong brow unclenched for just a bit, so that a strange vulnerability appeared in his gaze. Next parsec, however, the stewing was back, as he suddenly blurted out, "Since when did you and the General become so chummy? I thought you hated him!"

Rey blinked, thrown by the outburst. "I did. Poe and I have a really complicated relationship, with a lot of hurt and baggage, and we've only been able to mend some of it!"

Adem snorted scoffingly. "It's complicated..."

"It's true!" Rey gawked at him. "What, are you jealous or something?"

"No!" Adem blasted, too quickly. "Why would I be? It's just that you're... better than that, is all. Could do better."

Rey cocked an eyebrow, placing her hands on her hips. "Force, Adem, sometimes you can be so dense! If you stopped for two parsecs, you would see that Poe wouldn't look twice at me because he doesn't swing that way! You would see that he and Neek'o have been eye-fucking each other for the past... four months!"

"He still kissed you, though, didn't he?" Adem insisted. "Dameron?"

Rey leaned back, stung. "Where did you hear that?"

"There've been rumors... plenty of gossip..." Adem muttered. Meeting her gaze again, the poor man now looked more than stung. He appeared... desperate. It frightened Rey, a little. "Rey..." But Adem didn't say anything further as he suddenly braced her up against the fresher door and kissed her squarely on the mouth.

Adem's lips were energetic, unyielding, but soft against her own. At his kiss, Rey's eyes popped open and she mewled out a whimpering squeak. "Mmmm! Hmmm!" It was all she could do to have her hands find the rippling muscles in his biceps, if for no other reason than to balance herself. Her large brown eyes darting to where Adem had pressed his lips to hers, she held the kiss, uncertain how else she should respond. But before Rey could decide to push him away, Adem released her, her lips disentangling form his with a loud POP!

Stunned, Rey licked her tongue out over her pink, flushed, kiss-swollen lips, smacking them together and considering the taste. Her brain had drawn a blank beyond weighing how she felt about the kiss, whether she liked it or resented it. Adem was a rougher kisser than Ben had ever been, and the liplocks with Poe had been ho-hum. As she only had two other men to compare him to, Rey had to quietly admit that kissing Adem... was fine.

Lifting her luminous brown orbs to his, pretty mouth agape, Adem's expression was wild, panting.

"Anything?"

She blinked rather rapidly, not quite getting his meaning. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh come now, Rey, don't you get it? You have to know I'm completely besotted with you!"

Though astonished, Rey smiled, turning pink at the compliment. In any case, she was truly flattered. Her mind still a tempest, she remained silent until Adem awkwardly mumbled, "I'll go check on the autopilot."

As he left, he didn't see Rey licking her lips again, her mouth softly upturning into a tentative smile.

Rey and Adem didn't talk about the kiss they had shared for the rest of the trip to Polis Massa. They didn't talk at all, really, as Rey spent much of the remaining time in hyperspace sequestered in the fresher, contemplating the mirror and organizing her thoughts.

It had been a good kiss, a nice kiss, she told herself. But it had also been the first time she had ever kissed a man since her husband, and that's what frightened her. Ben had only been parted from this galaxy for four or five months - as his widow, Rey was far from being through with the grieving process. Then again, whoever was? Could it really be so inconsequential to take a new lover, potentially start... something, something like a romantic relationship, with a man she had only known for that same amount of time? A man whom she had met when her marriage had been violently annulled by a blaster bolt mere hours before?

Rey had never been very good at romance. Fortunately for her, neither had her husband. She and Ben had progressed through their whirlwind courtship without fully knowing what they were doing. Yet the Jedi wasn't naive. She knew there were rules to this kind of interaction, signs. Had she simply missed them, where Adem was concerned? She'd be lying if she said she wasn't flattered, by his attentions. And his words were kind, the way that he had expressed himself adorable: I'm completely besotted with you... Rey smiled again at that.

So what was holding her back, other than the ghost of her Ben haunting her, if not yet in a physical sense, then in a metaphorical one? Studying her reflection in the fresher mirror, and intermittently splashing water on her face (she still felt strangely hot from that locking of lips, even hours later), Rey was able to rehearse in her mind what she ought to say, how she was flattered and touched but ultimately not looking for a new relationship so soon after the death of her spouse. But she couldn't bear to say those words out loud, to Adem's face - it would break his heart. And she didn't want to - say the words or anything else.

Rey's thoughts were jostled along with the rest of the ship, as it shuddered to a slower cruising speed while dropping out of hyperspace. Tidying herself up, she headed back up to the cockpit to find Adem releasing the autopilot. He started, shakily standing and finding it hard to look at her. Rey wasn't sure why, and she smiled at him so as to put his mind at ease.

"Just in time. We're on final approach to Polis Massa."

"Thank you," she expressed to him kindly, keeping her eyes bright and her smile warm. Adem blushed as red as his hair then shimmied past her to perhaps use the fresher himself. Rey gazed after him tenderly. One way or another, they would talk - really talk - about the moment they had shared. At least, once Rey had decided what in the Seven Hells of Mustafar she was going to say.

The Falcon swooped into the Polis Massa asteroid field, taxing towards the biggest space object of the same name, which housed a state-of-the-art medical center. Adem rejoined Rey in the cockpit as they descended low.

Rey peered out the viewfinder. "It's so quiet."

"It used to be a more bustling medical center, during the Clone Wars," Adem informed her helpfully. "For the First Order's purposes, it was the perfect warehouse for medical files. Out-of-the-way. I don't think anyone's regularly been here in years."

Essentially abandoned though it might have been, Rey nearly snarled at the passage-restricted landing platform looming up before them. Adem just calmly pulled out a tiny disc and held it up through the viewfinder. The red landing lights clicked from red to green. Adem flipped the disc like he would a credit coin, smiling in satisfaction.

"I knew there was a reason I didn't throw away my First Order medallion." He grinned over at Rey, obviously looking more relaxed since their stolen kiss. She weakly smiled back and set the Falcon's landing gear for final descent.

Touching down, the freighter's hydraulic doors lowered as Adem and Rey disembarked. Striding towards the set of hydraulic glass double doors, Adem flashed his medallion again, and the doors whoosed open.

Rey couldn't help but be impressed. "If only we had known about one of these to steal it and break in places. The war might have ended a lot more quickly."

"Yes," Adem smirked at her. Turning right down a corridor, he spotted the door to a storage room marked MEDICAL FILES. "Ah, here we are."

Out came the medallion, and the door granted them passage. The pair emerged into a whitewashed room with a circular holoprojector situated at the center of a table back against the far wall. At this, Rey pulled up short.

"For a database like this, we'll need a slicer..." Her voice trailed off as Adem simply pulled out the medallion yet again.

"Match. ADM-4548, Brigadier General," an automated voice beeped. A blue projection of holofile folders beamed up before them.

"That medallion does everything, doesn't it?" Rey beamed.

"Better than any old ID doc," Adem quipped, as he began to rifle through the files. Nodding in satisfaction, he held out his palm. "If you have a data chip, we can transfer the files there."

Digging in her pocket, Rey was just about to hand it to him, when Adem slowed in his swiping, frowning. "Wait a minute... Officer Corps, Medical Files..."

The folder took him down a rabbit hole, and he began to fly his fingers over the files in earnest. "ADM-4649..." he muttered, double-clicking. At Rey's inquisitive stare, Adem shrugged. "My friend. He achieved Major General rank. We called him Biden."

"Easy to remember," Rey shrugged.

"Yeah," Adem sighed, his voice growing sad. "He picked that name because it was apparently the same as his hometown, which was all he could remember of his old life, before the Stormtrooper Corps. He... he died in a raid gone bad, on Barkesh, about a year cycle ago."

Heart breaking for him, Rey tenderly touched his elbow. "I'm sorry."

He turned to look at her softly, and Rey had to turn her face away, blushing. Adem returned his focus to his friend's file. "Hold on: Sterilization Implant... Engaged?" His face went slack in confusion. "How is that possible? Officers weren't supposed to have those implants..."

"... which was only just a guess on our part," Rey reminded him. "Sounds like your theory's a bust."

"Maybe so, but then... why would Biden have the implant... but not me?"

"Search your file," Rey tapped him on the shoulder.

Adem did more than search his file. He searched the the files of every single soldier in the ADM Unit, and then the Officers Corps. Every single one came back with the same answer: Sterilization Implant Engaged. He finally clicked on his own file - ADM-4548. Finally, Adem froze, his face turning white.

Rey frowned, touching his arm again. "Adem? What is it?"

"Sterilization Implant... None."

Rey felt her stomach tighten. "Does your file give a reason?"

Adem scanned down the type, then the HTML code of the type, searching for some kind of bug. He found nothing. "No." He now looked deeply worried, and more than a little fascinated, though in a fearful way. "Why would I be the only exception to the rule governing my corps and every other corps and unit of the Order?"

The Force nudged at Rey's brain, providing her with a name that Finn had once mentioned to her in passing, long ago. "How powerful was Captain Phasma?"

Adem studied her curiously. "Very," he relayed. "At the time of Starkiller Base, she was fourth in the line of succession, behind only Snoke, Kylo Ren and -"

"Hux," Rey breathed, remembering the name of her husband's troublesome general. "Search up Armitage Hux's medical file."

"Rey -"

"Just do it."

Adem obeyed reluctantly, finally finding it in a holofile folder marked High Command.

"Sterilization Implant: None," Adem read. "Of course not, there wouldn't be, would there? High Command wouldn't play by the same set of rules that governed the rest of us. They... Wait:"

That last word was chilly, laced with a terror too all-encompassing to name. Adem now appeared frozen where he stood. "Rey," he finally breathed. "There's a holopic of me... in Hux's file. Under a section line labeled... Children..."

Rey's breath stilled, and she nudged in to get a better look. She gulped. "Click the holopic," she whispered.

Hands shaking, Adem did. He was taken to a page that appeared similar to his medical file in the Officers Corps holofile folder, but was not the same. This one gave information like date of birth, homeworld (Arkanis) and a name...

"Cassius Hux," Adem breathed, staring at a picture of himself.

Rey gulped. "Adem..." she murmured. "How old do you think you are?"

"About 20," his voice was breathless. "So Hux would have been -"

"A teenager at the time, but certainly old enough to impregnate some girl."

Adem staggered back a step, eyes wide and fixed on a point far, far away.

"That's why I have no Sterilization Implant," he voiced, only half to himself. "My father didn't want his bloodline snipped off, so he must have pulled strings to make me an exception. But... he still gave me to the First Order... and slavery."

Gazing at him, Rey's cheeks were now streaked with tears. "Adem, I'm so sorry..."

Hunching forward, hands idle and listless, Adem's palm bumped the holoprojector and sent him into another file...

... which just happened to be Kylo Ren's. Rey's heart stopped as she watched Adem spot the given name of her husband on the line: Ben Solo.

"You..." Adem turned to stare at her, speechless. "You were married... to Kylo Ren?"

Rey gulped. "I was married to Ben Solo, whose alter ego was Kylo Ren. I fell in love with the man he was, not what he became." Wordlessly, she took his arm. "Back to the Falcon."

She transferred all of the medical files onto the data chip in a fog. Racing back into the freighter and taking off, Rey sent them into hyperspace before wandering back to the hull, where Adem was hunched dejectedly at the dejarik table. Sliding into the booth next to him, Rey leaned against him. The only thing worse still than realizing you were born a nobody (like she was) was learning that you were descended from evil incarnate. Her heart went out to him.

"Adem..." she cooed. "None of this is your fault."

"No. Just that my father's a monster who wiped out an entire star system," Adem bemoaned self-loathingly as he scooted out of the booth, Rey following him concernedly. It felt like deja-vu to her, for she had had similar conversations like this with Ben - many times, her husband convinced that he was some twisted creature deserving of punishment and scorn. And all because of who his ancestor was...

"And why should that matter?" she caught up to him just outside the door to Han's quarters.

"Because it does!" Adem whirled around to face her. "My father is responsible for the annihilation of the entire Hosnian people! Whereas you, come to find out, were married to the child of heroes! No wonder you don't feel the same about me - you're still grieving for a husband you loved more than anyone, I bet. Why would you want to be with a bastard child of a devil like me?"

"That's not true, Adem!" Rey said vehemently. "Not any of it. You are more than a bastard child. Your father was the devil, not you! And... and I never said I didn't want to be with you." The last part was small, but she kept her gaze resolutely on him, to see his irises widen in surprise. Then he smiled sadly.

"It's OK, Rey, to still love and want your husband."

"Adem..." she started.

"Ben might have made some bad choices as Kylo Ren, but you still loved him. He mattered to you..."

"Adem," Rey tried again.

"If you can't see yourself moving beyond him... I understand."

He started to move away, past her.

It happened so fast, Rey didn't have time to second-guess herself. Frustrated, she slammed Adem up against the door and looped her hands around his neck to bring his lips down hard against hers as she fiercely kissed him. Her brown eyes closed instantly.

Adem remained frozen against her for a parsec or two, until with a groan, his arms greedily encircled her waist and pulled Rey closed as he kissed her back. His strong, calloused hands quickly wander, taking the liberties to clutch and squeeze the globes of her perfectly toned buttocks, first one arse cheek and then the other. Purring happily, Rey willed herself to break the kiss to peer into Adem's eyes. The man appeared thunderstruck.

"You love me for me..." he realized on his own. "Because I'm just me. It's just me."

Peering at him, smirking in bemusement, Rey let a dainty hand caress its way through the fiery strands of Adem's hair, contemplating each lock as she sized him up. Gazing into his icy-blue eyes, her face broke out into a happy smile as she made her decision. If he still wanted her, well then, she would give herself to him - a good and decent man who she could build a life with from the ashes of war.

"Yes... it is you!"

A smile - an unburdened smile - graced Adem's face as his large hand reached up to cradle Rey's cheek. Leaning into the touch with a shy smile, Rey felt her eyelids droop heavily as she leaned forward. Adem dipped his head towards her, and once again, their lips met, Rey's mouth falling open to let his tongue touch hers.

The kiss quickly deepened, Rey's fingers digging into Adem's hair as she tugged him close with a groan. "Mmmmhmmmm..." Letting him feel up her arse again, the Jedi quickly swung her leg high to hook it around his torso, locking their pelvises together. An excited, bloated thing pressed between her thighs, and with her free hand, she gallingly cupped it in her fist.

Rey and Adem snapped apart, panting, brown and blue sets of eyes now positively black with lust.

"Bedroom" Rey wheezed, before diving in for another wild kiss and climbing her handsome Stormtrooper like a tree, moaning into his plunderng mouth all the while. "Hmmm... Mmmm... Kiss me..." she whispered.

Adem staggered them back into Han Solo's former quarters, depositing Rey grandly on the mattress. Crawling back seductively to the headboard as her lover clambered after her, Rey bit her lip shyly as she opened her legs invitingly. Hovering over her, Adem kissed her again, softer this time, and Rey sank into it with a sigh.

"You - Mmmm... you can - you can touch me," Rey panted.

With her permission, Adem didn't need to be told twice. He cupped her breasts, weighing them in his palms before strangely drawing back, as if afraid she didn't approve. In answer, Rey rammed her lips against his again, as she also shoved her breasts back into his gentle palms.

"Hmmmm... yes, more, please," she rasped.

Crawling between her spread legs, settling between her knees, Rey and Adem continued to make out in little, feverish pecks, peeling off each layer of clothing item by item. The articles tumbled into a heap on the floor at the foot of the bed until at last, both were naked.

Staring at each other, Rey slowly took Adem's throbbing member in her fist and guided it to her soaking wet center. Lining him up with her entrance, she eagerly pulled him inside her as Adem moved to kiss her neck. Rey tilted her throat back to grant him better access as her skull flopped back into the pillow with a content sigh.

Feeling her walls close in around him, Adem groaned into Rey's shoulder. Hands fisting the pillow framing her pretty head until his knuckles turned white, Adem held the Jedi's gaze as he began to thrust in and out, driving deeper and deeper with each new burst of confidence. Rey eagerly lifted her hips to match him, thrust for thrust, chocolate-brown eyes rolling into the back of her head as she moaned. Adem cut her off now and again to kiss her, so that the pretty little noises were supped from her swollen lips.

"Uhhhh... Huhhhh... Hmmmm! Mmmm! Ahhhh... A-Adem, yessss... Force, don't stop..."

"Gods, Rey! You're so tight! And wet!"

"For... for you..." Rey groaned. Her nails were now digging almost painfully into Adem's rippling buttocks.

Adem's slams were progressively growing weaker and weaker, beads of sweat pouring into his eyes.

"Rey, love, I'm close -"

He made to pull out, which was the gentlemanly and safe thing to do, but Rey wasn't having it. Tightening her grip on his bum, she wrapped her legs around his torso and clamped down hard, keeping him there.

"You're not going anywhere," she growled fiercely, cheeks aflame. "You are going to come hard inside me. And you can stay as long as you like. And if we make a baby, I wouldn't mind at all. I want your child deep inside me..."

"Oh, Mother of Mortis!" Adem cried out as Rey's walls clenched tightly around him and her toes curled. Back arching, she kept him pinned to her, impaled on her as with a final and feeble slam, Adem spilt all he had into her.

Rey's giggle quickly turned into a scream silenced with a fierce kiss from Adem, so that she let out a vicious squeal around his mouth as she too orgasmed.

The handsome Stormtrooper collapsed on top of her, red hair matted and falling into his goregous blue eyes. Brown curls also plastered to her forehead, Rey drew and held her lover close, feeling his lips lightly kiss each of the pebbled nipples on her breasts before the pair fell asleep in each other's arms.

Second to her wedding night, it was the best damn sex Rey had ever had in her entire life.