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It is a jolt, to go from such deep slumber to fully awake in a matter of seconds. For a moment Rey feels giddy and disorientated before her eyes focus on the same dark figure who had chased her into sleep.
Not a dream then, and the situation has gone from bad to worse, because she is not in her home.
Sitting up quickly makes her sway as the blood rushes from her head, "Where am I?"
"You're my guest," his voice shivers over her skin, dark and hypnotic.
A guest? Liar.
"Who are you?" she asks instead, shifting further away from where he stands, a flush heating her skin as she realises she is resting upon a luxurious bed.
For answer, his hands reach up and pull off his helmet.
Beneath the metal, is not a monster but a man.
His skin is pale, so much so that she wonders if he has ever seen sunlight. Hooded eyes watch her, gleaming slightly in the glow of the torches, above a straight nose and full lips, the dark pink stands out against his skin, along with a careless scattering of beauty marks. His heavy brows are dark, as is his thick, glossy hair which rests upon his broad shoulders in gentle waves.
Rey had not known it was possible for a man to be beautiful, but he is; ethereal yet slightly eldritch, as if, despite his appearance, he isn't completely human.
"You may call me Kylo, but you will know me by another name - I am Hades."
Everything inside Rey stops. Her heart, her breath, even the blood in her veins, as she stares at this man, at this god, in front of her.
She has never paid particular attention to religions or the deities they worship, but that doesn't mean she doesn't believe, or doesn't know who Hades is.
This time her body has frozen on its own, is she dead then?
She manages to blink as he comes closer, close enough to stroke her cheek, enough for his voice to be soft and quiet and still heard.
"Breathe," he tells her as his fingers ghost over her skin, down her throat to stop over her heart.
To her surprise, it helps, and her body remembers that it has work to do, even if she is dead.
There is the barest curve to his mouth as she calms her breathing, but her heart flutters too fast in her chest, this is all so surreal.
It is impossible to look away from him as she pinches her arm in an attempt to wake up, because this is just too strange. She feels the tweak in her flesh... and everything stays the same.
"I don't understand," she tells the god before her, as she distractedly rubs her arms.
Cupping her face in his hands, he smiles slightly, dark eyes gleaming gold for a second, "Let me show you."
Shockingly, he presses his lips to hers, one of his hands moves to cradle the back of her head. His lips are warm and so soft against her own, and for a moment her mind goes blank save for one thought only, my first kiss!
Then she remembers that he has kidnapped her from her home. Her questing fingers find her belt devoid of knives, he must have removed them whilst she slept, but she can still feel the small one strapped to her calf muscle, under her trousers.
Pressing her hands against his chest, Rey pushes as hard as she can, managing to make space between their lips but his hold on her tightens and he just pulls her up as he stands, till she's straining up on her knees and her hands must hold onto his shoulders to steady herself.
"Give yourself to me," he murmurs heatedly, "Just one night is all I ask."
All he asks?
The hand that was cupping her cheek drops down to hold her waist, pulling her against his hard body as he kisses her again, darting his tongue against the seam of her lips. As she tries to push against him again, his hand moves down to jerk her legs straight before throwing her down onto the bed and caging her with his body, trapping her beneath him.
"I have watched you, as you scavenge in the sand and stone for paltry treasures," he tells her, up close, his eyes are dark but flash golden every few seconds, "Spend one night with me and I will return you to your home, or anywhere else you wish to go, with gold and jewels. You will never have to work again."
He has been spying on her? She shivers as she remembers the odd sense of being watched that has plagued her over the last few months, she had assumed it was paranoia, it was Hades then? How? And why?
She shakes her head, that is not important at this time, she lifts her chin slightly and glares at him, "I am not a whore, even for a god!"
His eyes flash and she swallows despite herself.
"You offer yourself freely then? As tribute?"
He is mocking her, anger spikes and she tries to push him off her, to no avail - he is a solid mass, covering her completely.
"I offer nothing and I owe you nothing!"
His head dips, lips tickling her ear as he whispers, "You know I can take whatever I want."
The words should chill her but they have the opposite effect, something in her lower belly quivers and warmth blooms between her legs as he adds, "And I can give you everything you need."
There is something magnetic about him, against every instinct her body is responding to him, she wants to squirm but stays still, unwilling to give him any encouragement as they stare at each other.
She is the first to look away, "I do not need anything."
If she could just reach her knife… but she isn't sure what she could achieve with it. You cannot kill a god, not with a mortal weapon anyway, and she has no desire to make him angry. Her options are few and none are appealing… but it is not in her nature to simply surrender.
"There are tales of beautiful acolytes at the temples in Jedha, I am but a lowly scavenger, I am not… worthy of your attention."
Perhaps she sounds too proud of her humble status, but she thinks she still makes a good point.
"A powerful magical artefact showed me you," full lips quirk slightly as he looks at her, "Just you. How could such a thing be wrong?"
It is like trying to navigate sand dunes on a starless and moonless night - how can she change the mind of a god?
Although she does not worship them, she knows that the divine are volatile, jealous beings, arrogant and selfish, but that doesn't help her in thinking a way out of her predicament… with a dry swallow she remembers that she is no longer in the land of the living and she feels her spirit shrink inside her.
Hades must feel it too, for his expression softens and he gets up, pulling her to her feet with him.
"Come, bathe with me."
It is not a question, he takes her hand and leads her away from the bed to a steaming pool in the black stone floor. Immediately her skin feels itchy and she casts a suspicious look at him, hugging herself, afraid that he will magic the clothes off her body.
With a graceful sigh, he turns his board back, "I will not look, if you do not wish me to."
This is her chance, there may not be another, she throws caution and logic to the wind.
The knife is small but better than nothing, her arm pulls back to throw, but she thinks better of it and instead jumps onto his back, gripping his waist with her legs as her arms come around his neck, knife pressing at his throat.
"Take me back!"
His reaction is a chuckle, as his strong fingers curl around her calf muscles, she can feel the heat of them through her trousers.
"No man-made blade may pierce my body, little one, I took your other knives so you would not harm yourself."
What is it about his voice that is so alluring to her? She has never paid attention to the way men sound before, somehow the way he calls her little one, it does things to her, despite it being insulting.
Desperately, she presses her blade against his flesh, but it is as effective as if she were using her finger and she cannot help but make a strangled noise of frustration in her throat.
"I am sorry to disappoint you," he says conversationally as he turns and starts walking down steps into the pool, fully clothed.
The knife falls from her hand as she lets go, but he holds onto her legs and lowers them both into the water before she can scramble off him.
It feels strange, she has never been immersed in water before. He let's go of her but she is already soaked.
As she flails, trying to get her feet on the floor, Hades pulls off his tunic and shirt, dark eyes trained on her as his chest is revealed. As he is the god of the dead, she had imagined he would be skeletal or wraith-like, but apart from turning a sharp blade, he just looks like a man, though larger and stronger, his muscles defined, skin clear and smooth looking. Her fingers twitch at her sides as she stares, fascinated in spite of herself, but when he starts unlacing his trousers, she turns around, cheeks flaming.
Another chuckle sounds behind her, along with small splashes, "Perhaps this will help you feel more comfortable," the torches and fire-pit darken, the water around her looks black and she can no longer see the bed.
Little eddies in the water are followed by his voice, just behind her, "Do you need some assistance? I cannot take you back to your home dripping wet after all."
Part of her wants to refuse, but she doesn't have anything to change into at home, not that doesn't need mending anyway, and even if she were to build up her fire, she would still be cold. Rey hates being cold.
Biting her lip, her shoulders slump slightly and without turning she says, "Don't look!" perhaps it is meaningless at this point, but she says it anyway.
"My eyes are shut," he says with a smirk in his voice and she turns her head to check.
It is no lie, his eyes are shut but he is very close, she shivers and turns around again, divesting herself of her clothing as quickly as possible, but leaving her breast-band and under-garments on.
Once her clothing is on the side of the pool, she dips down into the water, immersed up to her neck, hiding her body from his view and trying not to stare at his.
"You can-" she had been going to say 'you can look now', but that seems too permissive, "I'm done."
As he opens his eyes, they flash gold again, bright before they are dark once more. The water feels peculiar but… nice, deliciously hot, and irrespective of her predicament, her shoulders relax, a small sigh escaping her.
Hades imitates her, though the water laps at his chest rather than neck. Again her fingers twitch, wondering if he is as smooth as he looks.
With a lazy wave of his hand two goblets appear next to him and he offers her one.
"You must be thirsty," when she hesitates, his lips curve a little, "I swear to you it isn't poisoned."
The liquid is a red so dark it is almost black, "What is it?"
"Pomegranate wine," he says casually, taking a sip from his own goblet.
Alcohol is not something she has often, but her mouth is so dry that she allows herself a small sip, wincing a little at the unexpectedly tart flavour.
When she looks up, Hades is smiling at her and she wonders if she's missing something, but feels fine... she sets the goblet aside anyway.
Without it she is unsure about what to do with her hands, and nervously twines them together in her lap beneath the water surface, making little eddies on the surface.
Discarding his own drink, Hades rises and moves to stand in front of her. She swallows, mouth suddenly dry once more as she stares at the water droplets running off his body, before darting her eyes away, remaining where she is.
"So demure," he murmurs, he cocks his head, "You shouldn't be shy, has no one told you you are beautiful, Rey?"
An unladylike huff escapes her, "Only when they want things," she gives him a hard look, "Want things that I do not."
"I am not like mortal men, the things I want from you are mutually enjoyable," his voice has deepened, it slides along her skin like a caress. "Will you let me show you? I promise I will not touch your private places."
To her shame, curiosity wins over good sense - secretly she treasures the small amount of physical contact in her life, mostly it consists of quick embraces when she greets or farewells Finn.
"Very well," she tells him, against her better judgement.
A dark chuckle leaves him, "Stand with your back to me, and you will keep your modesty."
Rey turns in the water before standing, the rising steam means she doesn't feel cold and helps her feel less exposed.
Hades body is close but doesn't quite touch hers, until his large hands come to rest on her shoulders and she flinches.
"Relax, Rey, I will not harm you. Close your eyes and just feel."
He starts slowly, trailing his fingers up and down her arms, it tickles but is not irritating. The movement turns into stroking, up over her shoulders, before thick thumbs dig into the muscles there and she emits a small groan.
Mortification flushes across her cheeks, but he doesn't make any comment, just strokes the hair off her neck and kneads her flesh till the tension leeches out of her.
Bypassing the area her breast band covers, he strokes her lower back and sides, and there is something about how his hands span across her waist that brings about a confusing combination of tightness and relaxation.
Her body starts to wilt, legs feeling like they may dump her in the water any second, she feels drunk somehow.
"Come, you should sit," his voice is low and velvet in her ear, his arms hooking inside her elbows, drawing her backwards and down so she is against his chest, her body floating slightly above his legs as one arm bands around her waist and the other holds her throat, turning her head to the side as his plush lips travel up and down her neck.
The more he touches her, the more she wants him too. Something unrecognisable rises inside her, something that should scare her but does not. The areas of her body that he is avoiding touching so studiously, become the parts of her that craves his touch the most.
When he guides her to rest on his knees and his hands start to stroke the inside of her thighs, she gasps, the touch triggering a pulsing between her legs.
Graciously, he doesn't say anything, perhaps because he knows it would break the spell he has cast, instead his lips move to her right ear, teeth nibbling the shell before sucking on her earlobe.
Her whole body shudders, eyes fluttering in the darkness, nipples hard despite the hot water. This must be mageia, enchantment.
Unconsciously her back arches, a deep ache of arousal, a yearning fills her, yet there is an odd feeling of emptiness, too.
As her thighs try to close to give herself some friction, his hands hold them apart, effortlessly, thumbs stroking circles higher and higher up, towards her core.
"I am afraid that it will be awkward to pay proper attention to your calves and feet while we are in the water," his tone is low, it vibrates slightly against her, inside her.
One of his hands reaches down for hers, bringing her fingers to his lips, gently kissing each knuckle, before sliding the middle one between his lips, sucking it and swirling his tongue around it, before dragging it out to scrape against his teeth, her index finger follows it and Rey can no longer contain her squirming, or a small moan.
Even in the water she can feel another slickness, it's at the apex of her thighs, hot, throbbing, she squirms again, then feels fingers deftly tug at her breast band... she tenses slightly in anticipation and the movement stops.
"Do you want me to touch you more, little one?" his hands completely lift away.
She does, for a second she is dismayed, tries to push this desire down, but something inside her, something that has always been there, is now awake. There is a prickle of fear - she doesn't know what to do with these feelings.
The lightest pressure touches her between her legs, there, then gone again, but it is enough to make her find her tongue.
"Please."
"Say it, say what it is you want, Rey."
She should feel ashamed, disgusted, angry.
She doesn't, maybe confused and afraid, but there is now a hunger in her, it feels desperate, filling up her body, pushing at her fingertips and pulsing between her legs as if it's trying to get out.
"Touch me," it is a whisper, but he hears it, she knows he does, because the hand at her hip tightens its grip momentarily.
"You need a teacher," he murmurs lowly, and her mouth goes dry, "But understand that if I start to touch you, I will not stop."
It is a warning she should heed, but in this moment she is too weak, too overwhelmed for her good sense to wake her from this trance.
"Touch me," she breathes, hopelessly lost.
"Yesss," within seconds her undergarment is torn from her body and the breast band is no more.
Now he tilts her head back to rest on his shoulder, then both hands come up to cup her breasts, dwarfing them, and her body shudders as his thumbs butterfly over her nipples, before rolling them between his fingers, squeezing gently at the small swells, as his lips press up and down her jaw.
Something clenches inside her - she has never paid particular attention to her breasts, as far as she was aware they were for feeding babes and attracting men (if they were big enough), for being an indication that she is too cold or near her moon-blood.
"I will kiss these later," he tells her quietly, "Suck them into my mouth and use my teeth while you moan in my bed."
Another shudder wracks her, her hips flex of their own accord, seeking something out of reach and he nips her neck with sharp teeth.
"Patience, little one," his hand moves to press against her stomach, so she is completely flush to his body, and that's when she feels it, a hot hardness underneath her buttocks. "All in good time," he purrs as he slowly drifts his hand downwards.
She cries out when he finally touches her where she wants him the most, but it is feather-light, more a torment than relief. Her hips jerk in the hopes of alleviating the pressure, but he tuts and removes his hand, though his other still toys with her breast.
"You must stay still, I want you to feel everything I do, but you can make as much noise as you would like."
With a will she didn't know she still possessed, Rey makes herself go still, it means she is tense, and a small whine escapes her, but she does it.
"That's it," his voice is warm and thick, the words languid in his mouth as his fingers make a welcome return.
"I can feel your slick," he murmurs, "I wager you taste like sunshine."
His touch is a little firmer this time, it feels like fire or lightning, his touch burns. Her muscles quiver, strain to keep still as he explores her, till he starts to concentrate on the small spot at the top of her slit.
Being unable to move is unbearable, she needs to, there is too much sensation to take, all she can do is moan and pant, her voice getting higher and higher until something inside her breaks.
It feels as if she has broken, shattered into pieces and she cannot contain herself, eyes wide but unseeing as she stares above her.
It is a shock when he doesn't stop, just focuses on that magic spot and his other hand moves up to encircle her throat, tightening till she feels dizzy, but it heightens her awareness, too. Gasping, she wails and comes undone again.
And that is when he penetrates her. She sucks in a startled, pained breath as he pushes his finger inside her, heel of his palm still applying pressure which helps distract her a little.
"You're doing so well, little one."
She whimpers a little as he slowly thrusts in and out, it feels strange, at first not in a good way but with the other sensation he provides, that changes.
"So well," he groans quietly, "So tight for me... open your legs a little more."
Rey does so and he presses kisses to her neck, the change in angle helps her and as his finger's journey becomes a smooth glide, he reaches something inside her that almost makes her scream.
"There, this is pleasure Rey, this is what your body can do," he sounds a little ragged now, as if he feels her pleasure as his own.
When her inner muscles clench for a third time, he turns her head to the side and swallows her screams, tongue licking inside her mouth as her body shakes and her eyes roll up, completely overwhelmed.
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A/N: Thank you for reading and commenting, hope this chapter was better than the last 0_0