WARNING: This story contains spoilers from Star Wars Episode VII

This story is rated M (16+) for language, violence, nudity, sexual content and some drug use.

Enjoy.

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For the rest of the night, Tazaar kept Kylo Ren in her chambers. She dismissed her handmaid for the rest of the evening, consoling her yet demanding that she never speak of the incident she had witnessed. In case he were to break down again, the queen decided to watch over him carefully to ensure that he was at least safe (and that others were safe as well). Sleep was next to impossible, but at least Ren would be calm.

Tazaar would make sure of it. She was burning some recreational herbs in the room, enough to tranquilize him but not potent enough to completely sedate him. If he finally felt ready to fall asleep, then she would offer him her bed (being nocturnal, she did not need it at night anyways). Additionally, she had offered him her ears in case he felt like telling her about his reasons for bursting into her room, but knowing the sensitivity of the topic, she did not want him to feel forced to explain. For now, he was unwilling to say anything, but she would definitely keep the option available.

An hour had passed. To help him feel mentally refreshed, she suggested that he bathe. His hair and skin were still clad with sweat from his breakdown—not only was this bothering him, the sensation of hot water had always been his go-to for whenever he needed some relief. Once he agreed to use her bath, she quickly filled her tub and set out some towels, soaps, oils and some spare robes she found in his size. When everything was ready, Ren occupied the bathroom while his friend waited outside in her bedroom. Now, the young man was sitting in the tub, his brown eyes lowered softly, his long face embraced by steam. Just as Tazaar promised, and just as they had always done to the weary man after every long day, the warm waters swept away the debris of chaos from his hair and skin. Like dirt, sand and grime, the madness that was expelled out his pores was now dissolving off his body. With every little movement, it drifted from him and dissipated, and the clear waters had gladly accepted the muck from him. Ren watched as the surrounding hot liquid—remaining aesthetically beautiful, since he was not quite physically dirty—became far more polluted than he was. Had madness been a true material toxin, the sight of it would have made his stomach churn, and he would have cringed as he thought of how all that had been inside of him and how it was no wonder that he felt so ill tonight. Thankfully, he did not have to see that, and so instead of disgust, he felt immeasurable relief. In fact, he was a bit intrigued. Naturally, water was so simple—how could it be so gentle yet so powerful that it washed away more than just mud?

To invigorate himself some more, Ren splashed up against his skin, rubbing the heat generously into himself, renewing every single inch of flesh. He reached for one of the bottles on the edge next to him and grabbed one that was full of a blue viscous liquid, a body wash made from a rare oil that the locals called haema. It was surprising that the vampire was letting him use it; haema was infamous for costing an arm and a leg and was thus a luxury item marketed towards Noctem's wealthier men and women. Even then, because that oil was a staple product in Tazaar's beauty routine, she craved it like gold. She coveted the oil so much that she would not even allow her own sister to use it. Yet, she seemed to have no problem offering some of her precious haema to her "baby brother" for his bath, but maybe she was only being extra generous right now because of her sympathy.

The fragrance was very unfamiliar, but its distinct sweetness appealed to him. He poured some of the wash into his palm and set the bottle aside. He worked it into a slight lather and then began to rub it over his chest and shoulders. As his hands easily glided over his skin, he worked slowly and firmly this time, especially on his shoulders. Being consoled by the smooth feeling of hot water and oil, his sensitive pale skin broke out in goosebumps while every muscle gradually loosened. Subsequently, he worked a little harder. It had almost come to the point where Ren was performing a full-blown massage on himself.

This personal time had proven itself effective—by now, Ren had almost forgotten whatever relentlessly tormented his mind. It had been a while since Kylo Ren felt this much relief. Frankly, in this moment, he felt almost as refreshed as he was after those wonderful, personal times he would typically have alone in the shower.

Come to think of it, he had not done that to himself for a while.

Dear gods, when was the last time? It was definitely at some point just before that raid on Tatooine…

Ren opened his eyes and reached for the haema wash again. He squirted some more into his palm, then lathered it with both hands before applying it to his torso. As he worked slowly over his abdomen, he fell deep into his thoughts, hesitant to satisfy that present urge to sink his hands lower. Was it disrespectful to enjoy himself too much in someone else's bathroom? After all, he did not want Tazaar to regret being so kind to him tonight.

On the other hand, he did practically do it right in front of her before. What he currently felt tempted to do was definitely not as insolent as that particular incident. Even then, the queen had not given a single care in the galaxy about it. So, as long as he cleaned up, why would she care if he did it here, by himself?

And tonight, Tazaar wanted him to relax, didn't she?

One last time, he splashed some of the bath water against his stomach to wash off the soap. Then, he paused, keeping his hands against himself. As Ren stared down into the bath water, his eyes became windows to a hungry universe—desire was the pitch-black void, dusted with stars made of temptation.

Slowly, his hands moved again. Stroking along his delicate skin, they descended into the water.

For those next few minutes in the tub, his mind shifted into a state close to meditation. Touch felt wonderful, but the music of pleasure did not play. Clearly, it could not do the trick alone; he needed some mental stimulation. He spent those few minutes with his eyes shut, head tipped back, searching for something that could turn him on. He refused to work on himself to the same old sex fantasies for the hundredth time, and unless he smoked some of Rogan's Seventh Heaven again, coming up with a new (and adequately tantalizing) one would probably take millennia. Thus, he tried coming into tune with his own body. Perhaps using a bit of the Force upon himself would work. While in meditation, Ren let his consciousness wander. Before he could do so voluntarily, he wound up accessing the Force. However, it did not let him manipulate his own body.

Instead, something unusual happened—a vision of some kind. Like looking at a screen, Ren could see images flash into his mind, even though they were brief and murky. Maybe just another one of those random premonitions, he thought. Yet, by how this vision presented itself to him, he soon discovered that he was not seeing the future. Rather, it was something from the present: something else happening to someone, somewhere, be it near or far away from him. As the "movie" became a little clearer, he could make out the figure of another human. Since the vision was still blurry, he could not yet identify whether this was someone he knew, let alone who it was exactly. Soon, the vision gradually intensified, and the picture became clear as crystal. It was as if Ren was practically sitting right there in the scene, and by then he could instantly identify the person in the vision, even though he could only see the individual from behind.

Right now, she was undoing her belt.

The dark knight cocked a brow, surprised as he watched the belt fall from her hips. He continued to watch as her loose, grey tunic once held in place by her belt was now slowly coming undone. He could not see her true figure until the worn fabric started to slide from her shoulders and unravel, snarling itself a bit around her limbs and her hips. Unveiled and exaggerated by this loosened cloth were shapely long limbs like those of a graceful dancer. The worn fabric pooled beneath a slender waist and sat on the female's shapely hips, like the arms of a desperate man who coveted them, then slid down to the floor. Although he had only seen this vision for a few seconds, the girl's body had quickly captured Ren's attention. Now mesmerized by the prettiness of the figure, he could not help but to sit and watch closely.

Additionally, noticing a large wooden bucket in front of her—perhaps a small, makeshift bath tub—made him anticipate what he was about to see next. And, frankly, he felt a little excited.

The sweet music inside his body had begun.

Softly, he started to stroke himself.

Now, the vision was starting to inflame his anticipation. A tight, beige top that hugged her torso was now peeling upwards over her head. As she hunched over, the deep crease of her spine appeared in the dead center of Ren's vision. Like a lovely serpent through a lush, golden field, it curved and swayed down to the small of her back. What a charming sight it was. If he were truly in that scene right now (and if he were not currently busy touching himself), the man would have reached out to caress her spine, just to run his fingers pleasurably along that very crease in her flesh.

His teeth pinned his lower lip. He stroked a little harder.

The white breast-band was the next to unravel perfectly from her torso, hugging her body along its way down to her feet. Praying that somehow he actually was in this scene right now, Ren let out a soft grunt, hoping that she would perhaps hear the noise and turn— just so he could get a perfect view of her from the front. Anything to get a glimpse of that lovely nude chest…

To his misfortune, the noise failed. She kept her back to him, and he discovered the stinging truth that he was not present with her. Only watching. Honestly, it was agonizing. But frustration was fuel to the flame of pleasure that hardened and heated his manhood. It beckoned him to keenly pump his hand along himself and work in a smooth rhythm that matched his hard, musical pulse. Thankfully, it did the trick for him, for his mind was swirling deliciously, with his stimulated sight and touch adding to the mixture.

There was no stopping yet. The show had only begun. The pretty creature was peeling off the rest of her clothing. With every piece of fabric, she halted Ren's breath and made his heart jump. Her flawless skin seemingly radiated like a gold sun, her hot rays hitting his face and body. It was enough to make a man melt. Yet, embracing her beautiful, scorching heat had only made Ren feel as solid as stone—especially his manhood, which felt this heat the most.

The knight's lips parted slightly. As his breath deepened, he released little guttural moans. The pace of his hand was speeding up.

She looked so immaculate. She not only filled Kylo Ren with desire but also with disbelief. Such a wonder it was to see a woman look so flawless in her true, natural form. No doubt, he had certainly seen beautiful girls before: ladies from every race and culture whom were finely painted, styled, dressed and decked until they were transformed into the finest living works of art. Nevertheless, not even all the finest robes or jewels in the galaxy could make those girls look anywhere close to this one—this wild young beauty, wearing nothing at all.

The most incredible part? She was real, and he had the pleasure of meeting her. How did he get so lucky to have seen her?

Faintly, subconsciously, her name escaped from his throat and into the air, like a fine perfume.

"Rey…"

Her name made the sweet music in his veins swell louder. Following that pleasurable sound was the soft noise of his own heartbeat, currently pounding harder and faster. To him, it announced that a climax was not too far away.

And so, he pumped harder.

Now, the vision presented her in the makeshift bathtub. She splashed water against her hot golden skin. Ribbons of sunlight—perhaps coming from a window—illuminated the droplets of bath water with a golden glitter, and it almost made her resemble a tropical flower covered in morning dew.

Harder…

Faster…

His mind was growing numb. His lips opened wide, but he was breathless, almost drooling. He could see her rubbing her skin passionately. Clearly, she enjoyed the feeling of her bath. What he would give to be with her right now, just to make her bath—no, to make his bath more enjoyable. How he wanted to jump in there, just to lather her and wash her himself. To have that glorious opportunity to touch her. To wet her supple skin and smooth his hands all over her limbs, hips, shoulders, rear and breasts…

A little faster.

A bit harder.

Almost there.

Oh, and how lucky he would be if he got to make love to her right there, right now?...

Harder.

Harder.

Faster.

But, seriously, what was it like to fuck a girl in the bath tub? Damn, what he would give to find out right now…

"O-oooh…"

Faster.

Faster.

FASTER.

FASTER.

Ren gritted his teeth. He bit his lip, almost making himself bleed. He was at full speed and strength on himself. His hand was aching, but he did not care if this made his hand blister or break. Anything for that climax was worth it.

Anything. Just anything to come.

Anything to feel that sweet, sweet Nirvana of release.

"Rey…."

"Rey…"

He was seeing her from the side. Eyes fixated on the cleavage of her breast.

"Aaaaah…"

Then, her torso turned towards him.

"Aaaaaah!"

Want it.

Have to have it.

"AAA-AAAA-!"

In one final outcry, he arched his back out of the water. No longer fixated on the force, he blacked out of the vision.

That was when he came.

That was when the cycle of his suffering began again, like it had always done, all ever since meeting Rey.

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