I'm sorry this took so long to upload. I've been in a bit of a Reyux slump-not so much due to me not shipping it, but rather, just not really having anyone to talk to about it. So that makes it a bit discouraging. Also I've been pretty busy with graduation and after college plans, so there's that.

This kink is Emperor/Empress, and I'm pretty sure I want to do more with it in the future.

"The Empress Wears Stardust"

The trick was, she'd said, to keep their eyes on the slit in every dress she wore, the flash of skin that showed off her tanned, fit legs, but also the hilt of her lightsaber, always strapped to her thigh. Should anyone personally cross her, they'd be beheaded before another thought could grace their minds. It was a scare tactic.

And it aroused Hux to no end.

He'd watch her command the throne room with a critical eye, the train of her skirt trailing behind her as she'd pace impatiently in front of incompetent fools, her frown almost as deep as his own. If they crossed her in any way—if they so much as looked at her incorrectly—she had her way of personally shutting them up.

The sound of her saber activating was usually all it took nowadays to get him shifting in his seat, his slacks growing tighter. He'd watch the heads roll to the floor, the bodies slumping forward, and, more often than not he'd beckon her over, kiss her with the heated passion that had never once faltered since their first forbidden meeting. She'd opened this insatiable hunger within him, gave him the proper power and motivation he needed.

"You could rule the galaxy, my love. I've no doubt about that."

And so it was done.

The secret pact they'd forged in the shadows of his former room on The Finalizer became a reality within a few years—the Resistance long gone, the Knights of Ren destroyed. She'd delivered the final blow to the former Supreme Leader, and when she gave him the opportunity to slaughter Kylo Ren where he stood, he vowed to give her anything she desired.

Sometimes it seemed like a dream: their huge palace, the fleet of ships under their command, their faces and laws plastered on practically every planet. After all, with her powers, she could concoct visions that seemed as real as the bright mop of hair on his head. But time passed, and her thirst for blood and redemption almost surpassed his own. Their wedding had been shown to their vast empire. Feeling her beside him in their silken bed meant it all had to have happened.

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, as he regarded her with a critical eye. His eyes trained to the slit on her dress, even as she sat on her adjacent throne, her legs crossed.

"Are you wearing undergarments?" he asked.

She just raised an eyebrow, then, with a smirk, uncrossed her legs and spread them a bit wider. "Do I ever anymore?" she replied coyly, her hazel eyes twinkling with that mischievousness he adored so much. "They got in the way, after a while."

He couldn't help but smirk at the memories of him all but ripping them off her for easier access to tasting her, perhaps his favorite pastime. And he was certainly getting the feeling, with how she opened her legs almost expectantly now.

If there was anyone who could bring the Emperor to his knees, it was his ruthless, beautiful Empress. And he got up from his throne and kneeled in front of her, in between those spread legs, his eyes never leaving hers. He made sure her skin was kept as immaculate as possible, his lips grazing up her smooth thigh, his gloved fingers following. He felt her shiver slightly underneath his touch, her legs spread a bit wider, just knowing his destination, but he'd be damned if he didn't take his time, because they had all the time in the world.

He heard her gasp when he finally teased his tongue against her, could imagine her lips parted slightly, her eyes fluttering closed. He tasted her arousal, already rather prominent with her intoxicating scent as he delved into her, felt her hips shift, her voice hum. How amusing, he thought, as when he'd so brazenly done this the first time she blushed, almost closed her legs on him in embarrassment, commenting that they might get caught. He could hear the hum of things moving about the room through her use of the Force, and had only calmed when she realized she had nothing to be ashamed about, not when she was this beautiful, this feared.

Like anyone could do anything about it! Even now, she knew—it wouldn't be the first time someone had seen them consummating their union, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Let them look. Let them watch. Let them be jealous that only he could claim this woman as his, just as he was hers. So now she could sit back, relax, and let her husband do the work, and he could taste her with no shame, drinking her in with a hum, his own growing arousal completely forgotten. Really, it always was, when he concentrated on her, so caught up in her pleasure that his own never mattered.

And he lost himself to it, humming and groaning right against her sex, feeling those hips roll back against him, tasting more and more of her, knowing that she was getting close. He circled his tongue around her clit a few times before moving back down, her moans encouraging him on. When a manicured hand threaded into his hair, brushing it back, pushing him harder against her, of course it meant she was close.

So he ate her like he was starving for her essence, letting himself go, stop thinking and just do. He felt her drip down his chin, those nails digging into his scalp. His lips, his tongue, all but begged her to give it to him, like he needed it. The responsibilities within their vast empire all but disappeared. Her climax, that was all he desired.

After what seemed like an eternity she stilled, forcing his head against her as she came, his name ringing out in her voice. And Hux breathed in that sensual scent, wanting more and more of her until she made him ease off, complaining of oversensitivity.

He peeked out from underneath her skirts, watching the rise and fall of her breast, her pink lips parted as she caught her breath. She said nothing, only brushed her thumb against his lip, then drew hip up from his chin, to lean up and kiss him with everything he had, mussing her lipstick so she could taste herself on his tongue.

That same hand on his chin snuck down in between his legs, palming him, and it was only then Hux remembered he'd ever been aroused in the first place. But damn, if he didn't still want her.

And even then, she didn't break the kiss as she slowly stood, leading him back into his throne, straddling him. Sure, he knew how to rule the galaxy with an iron fist, but now, when it came to her sexual appetite, Hux was at his wife's mercy, trapped between his throne and her body, her lovely curves still showing through her form-fitting dresses, which he had specially made with the stars woven into the material, credits be damned. He certainly didn't mind the cost when his Empress captured that perfect balance between regal and deadly.

He leaned back as she moved her skirts aside, reached down to relieve him from the confines of his slacks. Sighing, he gave himself completely to her touch, knowing that she'd take care of him, would skip the teasing and quickly seat herself on him with a gasp.

She was always so warm.

His hands braced on her hips, his lips parted as he gazed into those half-lidded, hazel eyes, continuing to let this world, this galaxy melt away into nothing but the pleasure shooting up his spine, filling his core, keeping himself grounded. She pressed her forehead to his, hot breath on his lips as she began to move with a gentle moan, one that only he could hear, like they were in the confines of their quarters, and not in their very open throne room.

He started to roll his hips in kind, helping her move against him to find that deepest angle, to hit every spot that would make her shiver in pleasure. He felt those hands in his hair, mussing it, and he could feel it falling in his eyes, the sweat beading at his temples. She seemed to like that rugged look to him, always wanting to undo a button, make his crown askew, toss his hair in front of his face. He never minded it in their intimate moments; at all other times, he pretended to be rather annoyed so it would stop happening.

He sighed, and she moaned, claiming that he'd hit just where she wanted, and once again he looked up at the woman who could bring planets to their knees, who made the constellations shine brighter with her presence, had anchored herself to his otherwise black heart and gave him such hope that there was someone who wanted him, not just for the power, for what he represented, but for something else altogether.

She kissed him with everything she had, sighed and groaned into his mouth as tongues clashed, bringing one of his gloved hands in between her legs, to touch her there, so close, so close, oh—and her hands tightened, her nails digging into the back of his neck, where he couldn't even notice, because she was warm, and perfect. That pleasure coiled in his core, threatened to burst, but he'd be damned if he didn't bring his wife there first.

So he rubbed a bit harder, knowing just how much she appreciated the touch of leather against her most sensitive spot. Her thrusts sped up, rolling herself against him with that desperation of bringing herself over the edge again, to get to that point so she could collapse. And eventually, she threw her head back, pressing against him as she shuddered through her orgasm, as if she hadn't come just moments before.

That was enough to send Hux right over the edge with her, his mouth latching just below the brilliant necklace she wore, to muffle himself as he released inside her. To hear his voice echo about the throne room was to espouse weakness, a lack of control. And he controlled every tiny aspect of his galaxy.

"I love you." She grabbed his face and kissed him, not leaving from him just yet. She kissed whatever her lips could reach, pouring every bit of sincerity she had into it, littering his face with her lipstick residue, claiming him in her own way.

He controlled everything except her. And life was perfect.

"Now…" He stroked her hips, before moving his hands gently up her spine. "What are you going to do with that body littering our floor?"

Rey grinned and kissed him again.

Again, still taking suggestions on kinks. Hopefully I get it out sooner than before!

As always, reviews and comments are always appreciated! Or if you, ya know, just wanna talk or something, I'm pretty readily available.