Chapter 4
9 days after the battle of Crait - The new Resistance base - Planet Arbra
As usual, they were all gathered at the command post. The room wasn't very large, but with their weakened numbers it didn't matter. Rey stood in between Poe and Finn with her arms crossed over her chest and a smile on her face. The rebels had just received a new message on an old rarely-used radio frequency from Maz Kanata. Six days ago, she, and a group of partisans to the cause, had attacked one of the First Order mines on Hays Minor. They had also managed to steal a shipment of Haysian ore and free twenty miners in the process.
Rose's heart pounded in her chest. As Leia was preparing to give the rebels their orders, she couldn't help but interrupt.
"Pardon me General, but where are they now?"
Half of her forehead was still covered by a large bacta patch and the bruise that coloured her right cheekbone had now taken on a greenish hue. Finn had insisted that she rest a few more days in the infirmary, but the technician had refused to stay in her bed even a moment longer than was absolutely necessary. She tried her best to hide the pain that shot through her body with every step she took, but Finn picked up on it anyways. The girl was just as stubborn as he was. When Kaydel had mentioned Hays Minor, the young man's head had been turned towards Rose immediately. It was her home planet. She had told him that she'd worked in the mines with her family before escaping the place with her sister, Paige, to join the Resistance. Was it possible that she still had parents or friends there enslaved by the First Order? Was it possible that they had been amongst the slaves freed by Maz?
"Maz cannot assure the protection of the miners any longer. She asked us if we could pick them up and shelter them."
"Where's the rendez-vous point?" Finn asked.
"Jakku," Leia said. "In the shipyards."
Now, Rey's heart began to pound as the rebel leader set her gaze on the scavenger.
"Where will we hide them?" Cova Nell questioned curiously.
She was one of the last five pilots who made up the miniscule group of remaining Resistance fighters.
"Here, with us." Leia said after letting out a long sigh.
A cacophony broke out among the members of the assembly as everyone began to speak at once and Poe's voice strove to be heard over the din.
"That's way too risky. I know I've been pretty pessimistic lately, but what if one of them is a spy for the First Order? If we bring them here, we'll be as good as offering Kylo Ren the Resistance on a silver platter."
"They need us!" Rose protested. "They were First Order slaves! Do you honestly believe that they would turn against the people who put an end to their suffering?"
The fiery look on the young technician's face froze Dameron where he stood.
"I know Rose, and I'm sorry, but it's too big of a risk." The captain said apologetically.
"You should know something else," Leia spoke again, her face ashen and somber. "After Maz left Hays Minor, Hux's soldiers slaughtered half of the remaining miners in retaliation."
The room quieted instantly at her words. Rey was the first to recover from the news enough to speak in a broken voice from the heart of the crowd:
"How many?"
"A hundred and sixty-two," Leia answered, shaking her head as she lowered it.
It would never stop. The suffering. The killings. The massacres. And Kylo Ren was the one giving the orders. Rey felt nauseous. She wanted to scream. She saw herself in the throne room, awakening painfully and standing to find that Ben was still sprawled out unconscious on the other side of the room. When she had told her story, she had lied. Nobody had been coming up in the elevator. Ben's saber had been close to her. She had only one thing to do. But she'd simply looked at him as he lay there at her feet and then fled to the shuttle while swallowing her disappointment and sorrow. If only she'd had the courage to…
"We have to go and get them." She heard her own voice announce before she was even aware that she was speaking. Her head was still foggy with the painful memory.
"Rey…" Poe cautioned.
"No, Rose is right. These people need us, they've suffered enough. I'll go to Jakku with Chewie and the Falcon. Trust me, I know the planet like the back of my hand."
"Rey, you're not going back to Jakku! " Finn protested immediately.
"He's right," Poe nodded his agreement. "It's too risky."
"I want to come with you." Rose interjected and Finn turned towards her.
"What? That's completely out of the question, you still haven't even fully recovered yet!"
Leia watched on without saying a word. Ignoring her friends, Rey walked forwards until she stood directly in front of the General.
"We need to save these people. We could also use some of the Haysian ore to help fix the accumulators. It would kill two birds with one stone. I know a perfect place in the ship graveyard where we could make contact."
Leia's dark eyes pierced the Rey's and she felt as if the woman was trying to look into the innermost recesses of her mind. Was the General able to read her thoughts the same way her son could? After a drawn-out silence, Leia spoke.
"Okay. Rey and Chewie, you two take the Falcon and recover the survivors from Jakku."
Poe, Finn, and Rose all began to protest at once in a loud cacophony, but Leia's tone left no room for argument and froze them in place.
"Just the two of you. That's my decision. You leave in two hours. The only thing left to do is alert Maz."
OoooooO
9 days after the battle of Crait - On board the Finalizer
Viri Pax shot a questioning look at his comrades who appeared to be just as confused as he was.
"Your thoughts?" He asked, taking off his gloves and setting them down on the table in front of him.
Bram exhaled loudly, Yehnu raised an eyebrow, and Elias' face remained as impassive and unreadable as stone.
"Why would we doubt Kylo?" Yehnu, the Rattataki, replied eventually.
Viri Pax, his Zabrak companion, rolled his eyes.
"You've always been jealous of him, not to mention the sadistic pleasure you've always taken in defying him." Bram commented.
The Zabrak shot him a murderous look.
"There's nothing I envy about him and my loyalty to him has never been a question."
"Have you at least listened to what he's envisioned for the future of the First Order?" Yehnu asked.
"Peace and order in the galaxy. He can't honestly believe that he'll achieve that by getting rid of all the systems that profit off of war." Viri Pax snapped, laughing suddenly.
Elias only stared at him, his face impassive, before speaking.
"We have the weapons and the power. Soon we'll have a monopoly on all major resources and control over all commercial trades."
Viri Pax's laughing ceased just as suddenly as it had begun.
"Are you deaf?" He asked, his voice full of vitriol. "He spoke of diplomatic relations. Alliances with planets that have stabbed us in the back and made deals with rebel vermin, and not long ago I might add! Naboo, Coruscant, Chandrila, Corellia, all traitors-"
"Changing the way that people perceive the First Order isn't an unimportant endeavour, Viri." Elias argued. "The New Republic was weak. Before that, the Empire sowed death and destruction throughout the galaxy by oppressing people with military power; just like the First Order did under Snoke's aegis. And just look at how that ended: support of the Resistance was at an all-time high, and as such, they were able to defeat Darth Sidious! Not to mention our own Supreme Leader."
"The Resistance only has a handful of survivors left now!" Viri Pax spat. "And that's still too many people! They killed Jor, or have you forgotten about him?" He then yelled, turning to face Yehnu. "The only thing that they deserve is to be turned into ashes!"
The Rattataki swallowed the lump in his throat, meeting Viri's fiery gaze. Of course, he hadn't forgotten. How could he when the memory of his brother's blood covered face came back to haunt him each and every night without fail?
"I agree that the seeds of revolution have been planted and they'll never really die. If given the chance they will grow." Elias replied calmly to his furious friend. "But times have changed. Wars are not simply won on military force alone, but also economically and by using the media. Creating and securing alliances with the leaders of key systems will help to assure their cooperation so that we can take control of them over time. It's a shrewd tactic that involves foresight. And no, by the way, we'll never forget how we lost Jor."
"Elias, you've always admired our Master faithfully, but think about it! Kylo's reputation as a bloodthirsty tyrant has long been established throughout the galaxy! Come on! There isn't a chance of changing that narrative! You think he's going to do it through the control of information? By changing the First Order's image? Ridiculous! You said it yourself, Elias. WE HAVE THE POWER. Did Kylo forgot everything we learned from the Dark Side? The strong defeat the weak! The only things that matter are the supremacy of the Dark Side and the Sith code! We have the power and we can defeat all those who oppose us. No discussions, no peace treaties! Only fear can bring true order to the galaxy!"
At the evocation of the precepts of the Dark Side a strange glowed behind the eyes of the three knights facing Viri Pax.
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion." Proclaimed Viri, still staring Yehnu down.
"Through passion, I gain strength." The raucous voice of the Rattataki answered.
"Through strength, I gain power." Added Bram.
All three then turned towards Elias who gave them a knowing grin before reciting the lines of the Sith code they all knew by heart.
"Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me."
A silence filled the room after that before the tall blond man solemnly decreed:
"Kylo Ren is our leader. We must stay at his side and support him for now. I have every faith in him as I have in all of you. I'm sure he has not forgotten who we are and what we have sworn to fight for: the dominance of the Dark Side. Let us trust, my friends, in the vision he has for the future of the First Order."
Bram and Yehnu looked to him with deference as Viri Pax sighed, capitulating. Elias had always been the most level-headed of them. While he wasn't as powerful as the Master of the Knights of Ren, he had all of their respect. Everyone aquised to his words.
"Where's Sylla?" He asked his comrades suddenly, as if just becoming aware of her absence.
The knights in front of him only glanced around, averting their eyes and with that Elias had his answer.
OoooooO
9 days after the battle of Crait - Planet Jakku - Inner Rim
Rey wiped her forehead with the back of her hand to keep the droplets of sweat beaded there from running into her eyes. The time she had spent away from the planet amongst lush forests and clouds heavy with rain had almost made her forget the intensity of Jakku's stiflingly dry heat. And the sand… The damn sand that managed to get everywhere: inside of her ears, eyes, and somehow underneath her clothes…
The rendez-vous point that the young woman had come up with was inside of the star destroyer she had so often prospected when she'd lived on Jakku: the Inflictor. The old ship graveyard in the Goazon Badlands was the perfect place to camouflage both the Falcon and Maz's transport vessel. The carcass of the Inflictor had been completely stripped of anything vital and there was scarcely even a scrap metal left inside of it. Thus, it would be empty of scavengers and the survivors from Hays Minor would be able to quietly embark on Han Solo's old cargo ship away from prying eyes that might belong to First Order supporters.
As Rey carefully ducked through the entrance of the old AT-AT that she'd called home for six years of her life, she almost marveled at the fact that she'd been able to convince Chewie to let her leave the Falcon. The meeting with Maz wasn't due to take place until tomorrow morning at dawn which allowed her ample time to head off. What she hadn't considered though was what the Wookiee's response would be when she'd told him that she had to take care of a few things at her old shelter. Chewie has gestured and grunted that he wanted to accompany her, but knowing full well what she planned to do that wouldn't work. Luckily for her a new leak had appeared in the motivator on the way to Jakku and she'd managed to convince him that it needed fixing before the refugees arrived.
With the promise that she'd be back before dark he had grudgingly let her go.
Dressed in her old linen clothing that she'd procured before they'd left Arbra, carrying her glasses and turban in the bag by her side, gripping her staff tightly in hand, she had set off. It hadn't taken her long to find the old speeder she'd hidden in the guts of the Inflictor and she'd straddle the familiar machine before she rode off towards her old home in a rush.
The sky had already taken on a crimson hue and the great ball of fire that was Jakku's sun almost kissed the top of the sand dunes by the time she reached the Imperial AT-AT. The evening wind was beginning to cool and it was with an unexpectedly heavy surge of emotion that she entered the old combat tetrapod through its ventral door.
The entirety of the life she had left behind remained inside: her little pot of dried flowers sat on it's makeshift table. Her hammock was still suspended in the air. Her old pilot's helmet rested on the bench. Her little rag doll waited for her on the shelf next to her tin plate and mug. The smell of rust and grease and scrap metal in all of their familiarity welcomed her home with open arms. The only place in the entire galaxy that really belonged to her was this old machine once owned by a fallen Empire. After the death of old Davon, the keeper of the tavern at Niima Outpost, Bongen Bin, the new owner, had cast her out. He didn't need her to serve the tavern's customers anymore as she had for old Davon ever since her parents had left her. Droids, he said, were far more enduring, efficient, and economical. Because of him, at just thirteen, she had been tasked with not only finding a new place to sleep, but also figuring out how she would manage to earn her daily ration pack of polyamide vegetables. Rey hadn't had a choice, pillaging old ships for their parts was the only thing to do on the planet. It wasn't like she could leave; her parents were coming back for her, and it was her responsibility to wait for them on Jakku until they did.
Her gaze fell upon the metal wall covered with small vertical markings aligned one after the next. Two thousand one hundred and ninety eight exactly. Tears sprung to her eyes and she swallowed them painfully back. She seemed to be getting more and more emotional with every passing day. She wiped her still-dry cheeks with the backs of her hands preemptively and took a deep breath before grabbing the doll off of the shelf and sliding it into the bag at her hip.
Her parents had left her all alone on this planet.
They had sold her for drinking money.
She didn't believe it, but Ben's deep voice echoed through her mind nonetheless.
Dead in a pauper's grave in the Jakku desert.
The moment Leia had spoken of Maz and the planet in the Western Reaches of the galaxy's Inner Rim, she had been fixated on the idea of finding out the truth.
After the announcement of their trip to her former home, Rey had tried to head off towards her room but a hand on her upper arm had stopped her.
"What are you planning?" Finn had had asked when she'd turned to face him.
Rey had shaken his arm off and pretended not to understand.
"What are you talking about? Like I said before, we have to save those people and-"
"I heard what you said," Finn cut her off. "But this is going back to Jakku we're talking about. Don't tell me that there isn't something else going on in your head because I know you by heart and-"
It was the young woman's turn to cut him off by spinning on her heels and walking away from him without another word.
"Hey! Get back here!" He had run down the hallway after her. "If you're going to do something stupid then at least let me come with you!"
"You heard General Organa, just me and Chewie. They need you here."
"Rey, please!"
But the scavenger had continued on around the corner of the corridor without a second glance.
No doubt Finn knew what she planned to do. She hadn't hesitated to tell him what Ben had revealed about her parents in the throne room and he knew well that the information had affected her deeply.
Rey left her AT-AT and mounted her speeder again, heading off towards Niima. Her face was hidden behind her goggles and her turban was wrapped protectively around her head. The cover of night was an ally. She prayed silently that Chewie wouldn't panic at her absence and come looking for her.
She knew exactly where to go. When she arrived at the outskirts of the outpost, she parked her craft behind a group of merchant tents and hid it under an old tarp she found lying on the ground. The torches of the stalls were lit and the shadows of rowdy scoundrels speaking and staggering around could be seen through the filthy drapings that made up their walls.
Rey snuck carefully between the rows of stalls, heading west. Her heart pounded like she'd just finished a long sprint and adrenaline coursed through her veins, but she forced herself to walk calmly. She crossed the lot where the merchant ships were parked, the same lot that she and Finn had stolen the Millennium Falcon from not long ago. She took her glasses off and unwound her turban as she made her way passed what was left of an old A-wing fighter and half of a T6 shuttle. After that, she arrived at a little stone wall that bordered a rectangle of a mixture of stand and rocky soil that took up about a hundred square meters.
Night had well and truly fallen over Niima. An inky blue sky hung over the dunes like a large veil dotted with glimmering stars. Jakku's two milky-white moons, that had always looked like cosmic eyeballs to Rey, lit her uneven steps as she entered the perimeter of the mass grave. She had never bothered to come here before. She had known some scrap metal workers that had ended up buried here after a bitter altercation with some of their customers, but she had never imagined that…
She examined the blistered surface of the arid soil at her feet carefully. No headstones. No names. No flowers. Just shallow graves dug haphazardly in the ground that housed invisible bodies covered in a mixture of sterile soil and hot sand.
She didn't want to believe what Ben had said, but a voice buried deep inside of her whispered that he was right. Either way, she had to be sure. In order to "kill the past" as he had instructed her to do, twice now. She needed the truth. She needed to be free of the burden she had been carrying for so long in order to embrace her new destiny; whatever that might be.
Rey glanced down at the ground and then up at the two full moons in the sky before marching off in the direction of Unkar Plutt's market stall.
OoooooO
As she approached his door, she wondered if the old Crolute was aware of just how untrustworthy the two men he had hired to stand guard outside of his shop were. Although they seemed to have blasters with them, they reeked of alcohol. The first was sprawled out on a stool with his back resting up against the wall, asleep, and the second was drinking cheap liquor on a bench next to the door.
The young woman became more somber as she approached the guard on the bench with muffled steps. She recognized him vaguely and knew that his name was Tarsim but he didn't seem to recognize her. In fact, he didn't even seem to notice her, not as she drew closer to him and not even when she poked him experimentally in the chest with her staff. Satisfied, Rey left Tarsim and his companion who was snoring like a freight train to circle the building.
His counter may have been closed, but Rey knew that Plutt lived in the big shak-like structure behind it. Slipping easily through the uneven hangings around the stall she found herself in front of the closed door. She contemplated using a rusty crowbar he had near the counter to force the lock, but before she did, she had the good sense to try the handle. It was unlocked. Rey rolled her eyes in silent thanks.
She didn't enter the building however. That had been too easy. Something was wrong. Unkar Plutt was many things but careless wasn't one of them.
Peering carefully through the entrance way Rey could see the faint glow of a blue-ish laser beam at her feet. An alarm system no doubt. She stepped carefully over it as she made her way into his living quarters. The hoarse breathing of the Crolute came in regular intervals from his massive body that lay spread out on a sleeping pad to the left of the room. Rey approached him before looking around as her eyes adjusted to the low light.
On the table, next to his bed, dozens of pouches of portions were piled up pell-mell. The sight made Rey want to gag. How many nights had she gone without while he had stores like these just lying around?
Suddenly the Rey's head whipped back towards the Crolute. Unkar's noisy expirations had stopped and he stared at her with eyes that were as wide as dinner plates. His mouth hung open, as if poised to scream, and Rey reflexively raised a hand in his direction before speaking in a low tone.
"You're not going to scream. You're not even going to say a word. Stay still!"
The Crolute froze at her words like a grotesque statue. He was paralyzed, balancing precariously on one arm that half-raised him from his mattress.
Rey relaxed a little when the power that she had used on the stormtrooper in the Finalizer's interrogation room worked once again. She took a steadying breath and lowered her arm as she looked determinedly at Plutt.
"You'll answer all of the questions I'm going to ask you without lying." She ordered.
"I'll answer all of the questions you're going to ask me without lying." The Crolute repeated mechanically.
Rey inhaled deeply before continuing.
"What happened to my parents?"
OoooooO
9 days after the battle of Crait - On board the Finalizer
Kylo sat on the bench facing the bay window in his chambers. Getting lost in the billions of stars and the vastness of space in front of him proved to be the best way to soothe his restless mind, time and time again. That and silence.
He thought back to Viri Pax's reaction a few hours earlier.
The Zabrak had always been the most fantastical of his knights. Following their revolt against Luke his devotion to the Dark Side had been absolute and unrestrained. He followed nothing but the Sith doctrine and thought of the old dark lords as role models that had a God-like status in his mind. There was no uncertainty in him and nothing could shake his convictions. For that, Kylo envied him.
Yet he couldn't afford to let the knight challenge him. He was the Master of the Knights of Ren and the slightest sign of weakness could be fatal to him and his position. There was no room for weakness on the Dark Side. Snoke had reminded him of that often enough.
Anger overcame him immediately as his thoughts strayed towards the tyrannical old man. He tried to dissuade the rage he felt and drive out the thought by centering himself through meditation but the threads of his introspection led him back to her…
Rey.
He sighed audibly and his heart suddenly felt as if it was wrapped in a layer of ice. Oddly though, he smiled sadly at the feeling. The scavenger, had she been there, would've surely thrown it in his face, probably by making a snarky comment about how monsters like him didn't have hearts.
After several days, the resentment he felt towards the young woman had slowly evaporated and given way to bittersweetness.
Of course, she had rejected him. Everyone had. Why should she be any different? She wasn't interested in Kylo Ren. Only Ben Solo mattered. She had refused his hand and his offer to rule the galaxy with him.
The words he had uttered that night in the throne room had been a surprise even to himself. His guard had been lowered. All because, just after he'd killed Snoke, Rey had looked at him like no one else ever had before: with gratitude in her eyes.
In that instant, he'd been compelled to touch her again.
And then the Praetorian guards had attacked. Him and Rey had fought together, side by side, and when he had been in trouble, she'd thrown him Luke's saber so that he could defeat the last red soldier. Still panting with effort he'd stared at the scavenger and he'd been hit with an implacable certainty: he wanted to share everything with her. Together they would be unstoppable. She was his future. The vision he'd had when he'd touched her hand on Ahch-To didn't have to stay a vision. He had then offered her his world. In extending his hand to her, he had been implicitly offering her the heart that she didn't think he had. Kylo Ren's heart.
She just hadn't wanted it.
The discrete beeping of his datapad suddenly echoed through the room and Ren's head turned towards the small table that it was sitting on. Propped up, its camera was poised towards him and the notification alerted him that a visitor had arrived at the entrance of his quarters. Sylla's face appeared on the screen through the live feed monitoring his door.
Kylo's neck twisted as he faced the entry behind him but he hesitated for a moment before he used the Force to activate it's opening command.
When he did, the feline-like silhouette of the young woman entered immediately and crossed the room to join him, hips swaying suggestively as she walked. She circled the end of the bench as she came to stand in front of him. The anthracite bodysuit she wore was skintight and perfectly moulded around the long lines of her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her hair flowed unrestrained around her shoulders and her eyes had been lined with black kohl.
Ren raised his head and held her dark gaze calmly, remaining stoic. Internally though a multitude of contradictory emotions wrested with each other. He was the Master of the Knights of Ren and the most powerful Force user on the ship; he wouldn't be cowed into being the first to look away.
"I missed you." The slender brunette whispered as she took a step towards him.
And he failed. Kylo Ren broke eye contact to stand abruptly and head for the training room next to his overly large bedroom.
It was spacious enough with a range of knives lining the wall to the right of the doorway. A humanoid droid with a missing right arm - thanks to the new Supreme Leader- stood motionless in the middle of the room.
Kylo unfastened his wide belt and pulled off his jacket, setting them both down on a bench off to the side. The sleeveless top he wore underneath his black tunic clung to his massive torso like a second skin and allowed for the pallor of his powerful arms and shoulders to be displayed.
Sylla, who had followed him, paused at the threshold. She leaned against the doorframe as she eyed his well-muscled body.
The young woman ran her tongue across her upper lip and stood there silently as she watched him.
"What do you want Sylla?" Kylo asked suddenly.
"You did well, putting Viri in his place."
He didn't answer, only grabbed a double-bladed training stick and walked slowly towards the mangled droid.
"You know that we're all devoted to you. We'll follow you wherever you go no matter what." The young woman spoke again.
Kylo whirled the staff over his head and struck the droid hard enough to send the top of its skull flying across the room. Sylla couldn't hold herself back anymore. She moved quickly towards him and settled a hand on his shoulder as he was winding up to deliver another blow. He froze min-maneuver and turned towards her so that they were face to face again.
With slow movements she began to slide the zipper down the front of her bodysuit. Kylo watched as the knight's finger slid ever downwards to reveal the entirety of her breasts followed by the satiny smooth skin of her tanned stomach. She then languidly unveiled one shoulder, followed by the other, before she dragged the suit down her arms, hips, and thighs. She toed off her boots before she freed her ankles from the fabric, never breaking eye contact. When she stood completed naked in front of him, Kylo dropped his weapon and it clattered to the floor with a loud crash.
"Sylla…" he murmured, face still impassive.
She drew closer to him and pressed her body up against his as her hot lips found his Adam's apple. Still, he didn't move. Just closed his eyes and tried to get ahold of his breathing. His body suddenly felt overheated.
"I could never forget that night on Korriban," she whispered as she laid her hands flat against Kylo's pecs. She then dragged them down his torso as she continued. "Let go. This is me begging you." She whispered. "Snoke isn't here to stop us being together this time"
He hadn't forgotten that night in Snoke's palace on Korriban either. It was the first and only time he'd tasted the exquisite pleasures of the flesh. Their Master had subsequently forbidden them from doing it again after punishing them both severely. The old man had then doubled down on getting a mental hold on Kylo and keeping the young woman away from his apprentice as much as possible.
Sylla dropped to her knees in front of Ren. She unfastened his pants and began to lower them until the tops of his thighs were exposed. Then, without shame or hesitation, she slid down his underwear. His cock sprung from his undergarments fully erect and Sylla pulled it immediately into her half-open mouth. It didn't take much to know what she was planning on doing, but he had other ideas. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up before pressing her roughly against one of the rooms metal walls. She gasped at the impact but Kylo didn't pay her any mind. With his body lined up against hers he dominated her in both height and width. Sylla gave him a satisfied smile which he returned before spinning her around and pressing her front into the icy wall.
He was well aware that the beautiful brunette was dangerous. The Dark Side had gifted him with exceptional faculties. While the power of persuasion that Force users wielded was generally only effective on the weak-minded, she was capable of manipulating anyone's will. Kylo couldn't afford to lose control, not ever, but especially not like this. He erected an impenetrable barrier around his mind as he appreciated the curve of Sylla's ass until he could no longer restrain himself.
He was ashamed of what he was going to do, but the wave of desire that engulfed him didn't allow him to think properly. The muscles of his lower stomach pressed into the firm roundness of her ass as he slid one knee in between her thighs and kicked them further apart. At his touch, she arched her back and bowed slightly forwards, both hands pressed flat against the wall in front of her.
Kylo closed his eyes and Rey's face appeared unbidden behind his eyelids. He hesitated and Sylla, who could sense his reluctance, reached back to rest and inviting hand against his thigh. She gasped lightly as Ren's feverish fingers slid the young woman's hair over one of her shoulders, bearing her neck to him. He wondered idly if Rey's slightly coppery locks would feel as silky as Sylla's did against his skin. They would. He was sure of it.
He bowed his head to suck lightly at the base of Sylla's neck and pressed his torso firmly against the expanse of her tanned back as she let out a hoarse groan. The spicy flavour of her skin tingled against his lips. He recognized the taste and scent. It came from the body oils often worn by women from Verda, Sylla's home planet.
He couldn't help but remember the way that Rey smelled. Her scent was more subtle. A mixture of sun warmed sand, clean air, and leather. When he'd interrogated her on Starkiller and tried to get into her head, the fragrance emanating from her body had been permanently burned into his memory. He had also picked up on the hint of a flowery smell that came from her hair. It reminded him of Naboo's vast meadows that he had once run endlessly through as a child while his mother had been busy visiting the queen.
The soft flesh of Sylla's ass as she pressed it back into his hard cock brought him out of his head and back to reality. She had worked herself up and was now panting, legs spread invitingly. He reached around her body to palm gently at her breasts and her nipples puckered at his touch. The way that her flesh barely fit in his palms was somewhat off putting. Kylo knew that his large hands would be able to completely swallow up Rey's breasts if given the chance. He had unintentionally memorized the curves of her modest chest behind the drapings of her tunic while she had been unconscious in the interrogation chair. Then she had woken up and he had removed his mask only to be dazzled by her brown and green irises. Sylla's eyes, in contrast, were as dark as midnight and blended in with her pupils. They were two bottomless pits that promised to swallow up every particle of light they could find.
The female knight quivered with impatience. Kylo knew that he woudn't last long once he started fucking her. It had been years since he'd yielded to any sort of call of the flesh. There hadn't been room to do it, not while Snoke occupied every inch of his mind. The old man had been aware of his deepest thoughts and desires and had intentionally deprived him of any sort of intimacy. He had been played like a puppet, but that was no longer.
Sylla shuttered as Kylo penetrated her, cock pressing into her hot core with a single stroke. The delicious feeling of the intrusion made her groan. One of Kylo's hands trailed down her body to caress the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, the flesh was already pulsing which made it easy to find. She dripped around cock and her skin ran hot under his touch. He set a brutal pace as he played with her clit and when she panted her enjoyment Kylo found himself doing the same. He thrusted faster as ecstasy rose in waves that grew stronger and stronger with each stroke.
"Ren!"
His name came from Sylla's mouth in a loud cry and her legs shook, unable to support the weight of her body. Kylo grabbed her around the waist to keep her from collapsing on the floor at his feet, but all he heard was Rey's voice.
Ben…
She was there. With him. Pressed up against him. She was the one panting under his desperate movements as she climaxed, it was her achingly wet and exceptionally tight pussy that was wrapped around his cock, her who was moaning her pleasure under his deft fingers, eager to have him fill her…
Kylo's heart burned in his chest. He was close to finishing and Sylla was still shaking in his arms. He came inside of her without warning and pumped her full of hot ropes of his spend as pleasure flooded his body. One of his hands joined hers on the wall as not to lose balance. He bit his tongue to keep himself from calling the name of the woman he knew wasn't pressed up against him, but his muted cry ricocheted through the webbing of the Force as he tried in vain to catch his breath.
What Kylo would never know was that at that exact moment, on the other side of the galaxy, on a small desert planet in the cramped bunk of an old corillian fighter, a young scavenger awoke with a start. Her heart pounded, her cheeks burned, and she was achingly wet between her thighs. Ecstasy rolled through her lower stomach before it overtook her entire body as she heard a distant voice shout her name. A bizarrely familiar voice.
OoooooO