When they arrived back at the cave, Kylo lit a roaring fire under the bathing cauldron with a wave of his hand. Rey, still clutched to his side, twisted around, looking over his shoulder at it as he went about getting ready to bathe "I thought you were a shape shifter. You can command elements as well?" He nodded, grabbing up towels and robes "I can alter my physical form, and I also exert control over the natural elements such as fire, water, air, etc. Being a warlock, I am also skilled in combat magic, as well as hexes and curses." "Am I able to learn those things? Elements and offensive abilities, I mean." She asked, idly twirling her finger in one of his soft, inky locks as she studied his face.
"We still haven't yet discovered the extent of your abilities; levitation and that blast of colored light you emit when you're feeling particularly annoyed or aroused are all that we know of so far, but," he laid the towels and robes down on the stone that supported the cauldron, still keeping Rey perched on his hip "but, from what I've seen, the nature of your power seems to lean more toward white magic than dark. I'll be able to teach you how to fight and defend yourself, but as far as my darker talents, curses and the like, your magic may very possibly resist performing them." "But it's my magic," Rey protested as he entered the cave to retrieve soap and other bathing essentials "shouldn't it bend to my will no matter what I want to do with it?" She was amazed when he actually laughed, deep and long, letting his head fall back as he did so "Rey," he said once he stopped laughing "Rey, you may be able to shape the actions of your power, but its source, it's very heart, cannot be changed. A white witch or warlock would never be able to place a death curse, just as a black witch is not capable of bringing someone back from the brink of death. All those who are gifted with magic sit somewhere between the two, and, together, we maintain the balance of life and death."
Rey ducked her head as they exited the cave "Kylo," she asked timidly "Are you a black warlock?" He looked down at her curiously "Are you worried that I'm only capable of evil?" She shyly drew circles on his chest with her finger, not meeting his gaze "Well, no, I don't believe you're evil. I just..." She trailed off, unsure of how to verbalize what she was feeling. He leaned in and kissed her behind her ear "No. I'm not a black warlock. My power does lean toward the dark end of the magic spectrum, and can be quite destructive, but I don't possess the ability to extinguish life at a whim. Think of it this way: magic in and of itself is not inherently evil or good, even death magic; its nature depends entirely on the character of the one wielding it." "I see." She answered. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger "I know how intense I can be, and that my hunger for you and the taste of your power can be intimidating, but I never want you to fear me. I will never do anything to hurt you, Rey." Something welled up in Rey's throat that she couldn't explain; she simply nodded, knowing he meant what he said.
By this time they had made it back to the bath "You know you can put me down," Rey laughed "My legs are perfectly capable of supporting me, you know." "Are you sure?" He asked, gazing into her eyes, a cocky smile that never quite made it to his mouth, lurking behind his own "Because if I remember correctly, they wouldn't stop shaking not very long ago; I'd hate to set you down if you're just going to fall." She blushed deeply and hid her face in his shoulder, too embarrassed to offer any kind of rebuttal. Kylo kissed her forehead and bounced her in his arms "Come on, the water's hot by now, and I don't know about you, but I have this strange soreness in my chest, almost feels like I got hit by some kind of magic blast, and I could use a hot bath." She sat up in his arms, and he began pulling at the laces of her leather jerkin with one hand, untying it and sliding it off her shoulders, leaving her in just her shift "You know, you could help out a little, too." he remarked as he started to work it up her hips. She giggled nervously as she rolled his bandaged sleeves down one of his arms and then the other, trying hard not to focus on the feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips, and the muscles that flexed beneath it, and let the sleeves fall to the ground. Kylo nudged Rey to lift her arms above her head so that he could pull the garment over her head, to which she complied, but then immediately brought them down to cover herself. She was taken aback when he bucked his hips against her lightly as if to remind her of an unfinished task "You're not done, little satyrkind" he smirked, waiting for her to get his meaning. "You don't mean-" she started, flushing all the way up to the tips of her ears. He cocked an eyebrow, daring her not to cover her face and refuse. She squared her shoulders, determined not to be cowed this time, and reached down between the two of them, refusing to look as she unfastened his breeches and pushed them down his hips. He chuckled and stepped up onto the platform, approaching the cauldron, and setting Rey gently down into the water; she scooted over and made a point of looking away as he climbed into the bath next to her.
Kylo motioned her over, and drew her between his knees before starting his task of taking her buns down "You know you can stop wearing these if you want to, the standards of maturity that kept you in your adolescent status don't apply to you; you're a woman whenever you decide to acknowledge it." "I know," she replied "I just feel that they remind me of my mother; she loved to tie them up for me every morning, and take them down in the evenings. We'd talk for hours, long after she was done. I know I've only been gone a few days, but I know in my heart that I'll never return to that life; maybe I want to hold on to the feeling for as long as I can." "That's understandable," he replied "You shouldn't feel that you must rush to change yourself now that you know a little more about where you come from; change as you desire, on your own terms."
After washing Rey's hair, he proceeded to scrub her back and arms with the soap and washcloth; he spun her around and, grabbing one of her feet, went about eliciting peals of hysterical giggling from her as he got in between each of her toes. She knew he was enjoying her ticklishness, and she would have been furious if she had been able to contain her sobs of laughter as he all too thoroughly cleaned her sensitive feet.
When he finally released her, Rey grabbed another washcloth and crawled around behind Kylo, intending to return the favor; she was surprised when he looked slightly uncomfortable, and insisted that she didn't have to help him bathe "You don't have to wash my hair, Rey, I'm perfectly able to do it myself." He objected. She waved away his protests and continued with her task: wetting down his hair, and working it into a good lather "You washed my hair today, even though you know that I'm not sore anymore, and can do it myself, so you'd better just let me have my way." She teased. He sighed deeply, putting on the air of someone who was resigning themselves to endure an unpleasant ordeal. Rey ignored his attitude, and busied herself rinsing the soap out of his hair; as she did so, she allowed herself free reign to take in every dip and curve of his body, feeling especially bold now that he wasn't looking at her. She was amazed by the number of scars that snaked over large swathes of his skin; it looked like he'd fought in a great many battles, and likely lost a number of them. After she finished with his hair, Rey washed his back gently and thoroughly, memorizing how his skin felt as her fingertips grazed over it. In that moment, she felt a strong pull of compassion; she didn't know what kind of horrors he'd encountered in his life, and she couldn't possibly guess, but that made her want to know and protect him even more,
Once she had washed his back and arms, Rey grabbed a bottle of oil that was among the bathing items and poured some into her hand, smoothing it over his skin, and working it into the muscles. Although he was initially stiff when she started to massage his back, Kylo soon relaxed under her touch, eventually leaning his head back on her shoulder as her nimble fingers worked their way over his shoulders and biceps; she even thought that she heard him humming quietly to himself several times. She eventually reached around and began running the washcloth over his chest, when Kylo grasped her wrist and pulled her in for a deep kiss, the hand not gripping her arm, cupping the side of her neck, its thumb caressing the line of her jaw. His tongue reached out, swiping along the seam of her lips; she opened her mouth to allow him entry, and hesitantly met his with her own, sighing happily when she found that he had put away his fangs. Her sigh brought out a low growl in him, and he swept her in to his lap, making her straddle him; he squeezed her tightly against him and she felt his cock twitch against her ass.
At first Rey was shocked and made to pull away from him, but she reminded herself that she didn't have to say no just because it seemed the right thing to do; she could do exactly as she wanted. With her moral dilemma put to rest, she slipped her arms around Kylo's neck and kissed him deeply. The next minute, his hands seemed to be everywhere, digging into the muscles of her back and sliding over her shoulders and arms, sometimes cupping her face, but always finding their way back down to grope her ass; all the while planting kisses on her neck, over her collar bone, and down her chest, making Rey giddy with excitement.
As they continued their exploration of each other's bodies, Rey felt Kylo's cock getting harder and harder underneath her; it was now fully upright, resting persistently in the valley between her ass cheeks, refusing to be ignored. Her heartbeat quickened each time she was reminded of its presence when Kylo would crush her tightly against his body, rocking up against her in an almost instinctual way; she was finally going to lose her virginity, and to a man she had only just met. She wondered if it would hurt when he thrust himself into her; would he try to be gentle? Rey suddenly had an intense desire to be crushed under the bulk of his weight; she couldn't imagine a safer feeling in the world.
As she lost herself to her fantasies and his touch, Rey didn't realize that she had been unconsciously rubbing herself along Kylo's shaft, trying to match the undulations of his own hips; it came to her attention when he reached down and gripped her thighs with both hands and pulled her in to him tightly, stilling her motions. He'd buried his head in the crook of her neck, his breathing coming fast and ragged. Rey stroked her fingers through his hair, waiting for him to make the next move; when he didn't, she leaned back and moved his head so that their foreheads rested against each other. "Are you alright?" she asked, giving him a searching look. He nodded, intertwining his fingers with hers and holding them to his chest "Rey, you do understand that your abilities are deeply tied to sex and arousal, right? Bodily fluids are the essence of sexual exchange, and even those who don't derive their power from it like you do, feel an effect." She nodded, remembering how he seemed invigorated after going down on her in the forest. "Historically, magic users on different ends of the light and dark have avoided joining in such a way because it can result in unpredictable reactions; your magic is light, mine is dark, and you are exponentially more sensitive to such interactions..." he trailed off, seeming to search for the right words to convey his concern "You think that you might hurt me." she finished his thought for him. He bent his head in acknowledgment "And right after I told you that was something that I would never do."
She allowed him to lift her out of the bath, and remained silent as he dried her off and then himself, wrapping them both in robes before heading into the cave. Truth be told, she was frustrated and her feelings were slightly hurt; not only did she want to again experience the euphoria of orgasm at his hands, but she also wanted the same for him, the thought of her body being the cause of his pleasure made her hot with desire and she couldn't understand why he would turn it down when he couldn't really be sure that anything bad would happen.
When they got inside, Kylo went to the back of the room and came back with a black garment in his hand "Here," he said holding it out to her "you should have something to sleep in other than a robe that's three sizes too big." Rey held up the garment to look it over, and found that it was a chemise, similar to the one she wore under her jerkin, except this one was significantly shorter, and seemed to have been made from one of Kylo's old shirts. Remembering how unbothered he was by being naked around her, Rey let her robe slip from her shoulders and fall to the ground, before pulling the night dress over her head, noting how he gazed at her hungrily as she did so. The shirt barely passed the tops of her thighs, and she was sure he had cut it that way on purpose, but she appreciated that he had added a slit in the back so it could drape around her tail.
They didn't speak much more that evening, both seemed to be caught up in their own thoughts as they went about their bedtime rituals. Rey fell asleep quite readily, and had a strange dream about trying to climb a tree to pick an apple, but falling each time she was just about to touch it. She awoke after the third fall, and lay there for a while contemplating what such a dream might mean, when a strange noise caught her attention. The noise was soft and she had to strain her ears to hear it, but what she did hear sounded like skin lightly slapping against skin. Turning her head, she deduced that it was coming from Kylo's side of the room, and decided to investigate, concerned that he might be having another nightmare. Much like she had done the first time she'd gone to check on him, Rey slid out of her bed and onto her hands and knees on the floor, making sure to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb the sleeping warlock. Crawling to the side of the bed opposite where Kylo usually slept, Rey once again just peeked over the edge to get a glimpse of his state of sleeping; what she saw made her heart drop into her stomach, and her arousal come seeping down her thighs, making her desperately wish that she made underwear a staple of her wardrobe. Kylo lay stretched out before her, his right arm flung over his eyes and forehead, while the other hand gripped his erect cock, moving up and down in slow, deliberate strokes.
Rey felt her mouth go dry; she'd never seen anyone masturbate before, and even though she knew that it was possible to pleasure herself, she'd only thought about it passively, and never considered that witnessing someone else, especially a man like Kylo, pleasuring himself could be so...compelling. She watched as he increased the speed of his motions, grunting quietly every so often, and sometimes thrusting his hips upward into his hand. She had a strong desire to reach down and touch herself, but she was so mesmerized by how all his muscles seemed to flex at once as he moved, that she was frozen in place. His moans grew louder, and his breathing faster, Rey couldn't help but lift her head higher, fascinated by what she was seeing; Kylo gave a final thrust of his hips, and as he spilled onto his hand, he let out a whispered "Fuck, Rey!" his eyes flashing open, pinning her to the spot.
They stayed there staring at one another for what felt like ages before Kylo reached out his hand toward her and broke the silence "Rey, take off your clothes and come here." She felt a shiver roll down her spine, she didn't know whether with excitement or fear, but she knew that she couldn't deny him. Climbing to her feet, she took hold of her night dress by its hem and lifted it over her head, letting it fall to the floor; she stood there, completely bare under his gaze, uncertain of what to do next until he beckoned her to him again. She crawled across the bed toward him until she was within reach, at which point he pulled her in close, cupping her face with his clean hand and drawing her down into a kiss. At his prompting, Rey moved to straddle him, noticing as she did so, that his cock was still hard; Kylo gripped her thigh hard, lifting his hips slightly in his desperate need for friction. Seeing that he was still holding his other hand out to the side, Rey reached for it, bringing it to her lips and shyly licking the cum from his hand, eliciting a groan from him as she slipped one of his fingers all the way into her mouth and sucked it clean, feeling as she did so a small rush of power flow through her, this power seemed darker and heavier than her own.
"Rey what are you doing?" he sighed throwing his head back on his pillow in frustration "We talked about this, I can't do something that might harm you." "You talked, I listened." she replied, wiggling her hips and smiling blushingly at the sound of his breath becoming more and more ragged; "There's no guarantee that anything will happen at all." He slipped his hand between them, curling two fingers up into her "You know I can give you what you want without risk, Rey, there's no need to put yourself in any danger." It was her turn to cry out this time; she desperately wanted to let him continue, but she couldn't let him dissuade her "What I want," she gasped "Is to bring you pleasure like you brought me. What I want-" here she faltered, almost falling prey to her fear and shyness, but she soldiered on "I want to feel you inside me as you take your pleasure." His eyes which had been widening as she spoke her first sentence sharpened suddenly as she uttered the last words; she rushed ahead, trying to explain herself and reassure him "I don't think you'll hurt me, but I know you're afraid that-" he cut her off, grabbing her arm and flipping her onto her back and holding her there as he shifted himself above her "Let's be clear about one thing, little one," he purred in her ear, that predatory gleam lighting his eerie eyes once again "This was never about my fear, I only wished for your comfort, but seeing as you think yourself so strong and fearless, I will grant you what you seem to so desire."
Rey recognized this Kylo, he was the same as the one who shackled her in the forest before rendering her helpless to his touch; and now she had just told him that she wanted him to use her for his pleasure, while at the same time mistakenly calling him fearful. She'd irritated his pride, and now he'd give her what she asked for, but he'd do it his own way, just to assert his dominance. As much as this part of him frightened her, she could feel a sea welling up between her legs when he looked at her like that.
After stacking two pillows, Kylo leaned in and kissed her hard, then drew back and gave her one last hungry look before turning her over and pushing her face first into the pillows, his hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades. Rey wrapped her arms around the pillows, trying to calm herself for whatever came next. Sensing her rapidly increasing heartbeat, he began planting kisses from her neck, all the way down her back until he reached her hip, where she felt the sharp sting of his fangs as he sunk them into her; she jumped slightly and then felt the flood of warmth and haze that came with his bites. Positioning himself with his knees on either side of her thighs, he gripped her tail and dragged her ass upwards so that she was completely exposed, he then seized it in both hands, spreading her pussy with his thumbs, and taking a moment to admire the sight "You have such a beautiful little cunt, Rey. And it's so fucking wet."
Keeping her spread, Kylo dipped his hips forward, running his cock along her outer lips, spreading her arousal all over it; he took a moment to rub his cock against her clit several times, pulling a sob of frustration from her. Chuckling at Rey's state of helplessness, he finally began nudging the head of his cock into her pussy inch by agonizing inch, not wanting to thrust himself in all at once. When he buried his cock in her warmth, he took a minute to allow her to adjust, leaning down and whispering in her ear "I'm going to take my pleasure from your body, Rey, and pour every last drop back into that sweet cunt of yours." He then began to move in earnest, pulling out almost entirely and pushing himself back into her, drawing little whimpers out of her with each thrust.
As Rey became more accustomed to his thrusts, she started to love the way it felt to be completely filled by him; she began pushing her hips backward in time with his lunges to allow him to penetrate her as deeply as possible. The sound of slapping wet flesh filled the cave, mingling with the grunts and moans coming from both of them. Kylo picked up his pace, placing one hand firmly on the back of her neck, while the other gripped her hip, holding it tightly so he could push into her even harder.
As he was reaching his climax, Kylo twisted his fingers in Rey's hair and hauled her up against him, turning her head to kiss her, and pushing his tongue into her mouth. She responded by reaching behind them and gripping his ass, pulling him in harder; when he withdrew from her mouth, she moaned against his lips "Oh Kylo, fuck me until I can't breathe, PLEASE!" With a growl, he threw her back down onto the bed and, spreading her legs, began slamming into her harder than ever, reaching around and rubbing her clit roughly, making her cry out. With one final thrust, he squeezed one of her breasts and pinched her clit, spilling his seed deeply inside her. Rey was following with her own orgasm when Kylo's cum started shooting into her, and it catapulted her over the edge, building and building until it broke over her like a crushing wave.
Kylo let himself collapse on top of her, nuzzling into her hair, but it wasn't over for Rey; even though her orgasm had ended, the heat underneath her skin continued to grow like wildfire until she was crying out for the white hot pain to stop. Kylo jumped up immediately, flipping her onto her back and placing his hands on her abdomen; he uttered words she didn't recognize over and over until she felt a soothing coolness sweep over her body and quench the heat, leaving her exhausted but fine. Kylo pulled her in to his chest, stroking her hair and muttering jumbled apologies; she pressed a finger to his lips to silence him "I told you I wanted it," she whispered "and it was completely worth it." Seeing the happy smile spread over her face, he sighed "I see there's no changing your mind. It's a good thing that I think I have just the spell to prevent that with for the future. Seems like we'll be needing it." She laughed happily and snuggled into him as he drew a blanket over them; "You'll definitely be needing it if that was any indication of what you have in store for me."