Disclaimer. I don't own Star Wars or the characters of Kylo Ren and Rey. They belong to Disney. I think at a point they belonged to George Lucas. If the rights belong to him or Disney, please give them thanks.
Warning. Adult content, and intended for audiences older than 18+ Mature language. Mature situations. Role-playing. Het relationship. Not even Canon. Or maybe, they were? So there, you've been warned.
Thanks to the Higher Power. Thanks to my friends and family for their support. Special thanks to Noppoh. She betaed the first draft. So this is an old idea. Plus I've seen the 3 movies and my heart was broken by the end. So, yes, this happened before I knew that this ship in canon was going down in flames by the release of the 3rd movie.
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Kylo remained seated as he considered his next move. His half-naked body only displayed how oxygen made a mark with each silent breath—clothed only in his high-waist training pants. In his bed, his chestnut silky mane dropped to the side as his head tilted and bore a smirk, one similar to the one he had when he first met Rey.
In his skin a thin layer of sweat. He was tense after saber practice. His adrenaline level was returning to his typical flow. Just barely. She stepped closer. Rey and her eyes so full of light.
The rebel and her gorgeous smile. The one female who like him was created in chaos to leave a mark in this messed up universe.
He laid back into the mattress, as Rey straddled him, his arms moved in autonomous motion to trap her legs while he queried: "Tell me, dear, do you deserve to be on top of me?"
Rey closed her eyes and felt the words echo inside her. She smiled and rejoiced at the idea that everything about them was wrong. He was a dark prince and she was a desert scavenger. In no sense were they ever to meet, or their fates collide. However, here they stood. The force made puppets of everything and everyone. Similar to the old myth of alchemy made gold of lead. They faced the same odds, and at the moment, Kylo/Ben could ask whatever he wanted. She was sitting on top of him and trembled at their closeness.
Kylo took notice of the blush that lit her skin from her neck up to the question. The subtle drop of sweat travelled from her cupid's bow and then crashed into her lower lip.
His hand moved as the tips of his fingers caressed the base of her neck and whispered into her ear, "You ran out of words, now?"
She tried to keep her composure and continued with her best behaviour even after training without a minute of rest. Wore her obsidian training gear. Her current identity was a secret to the universe outside these doors.
Kylo's protege and the rising star in the Empire had conquered the training today unlike before, she had defeated her master. Ray gazed at him, his skin was still tender from treating his almost invisible bruises. She bit her lower lip and stared back at him.
Her silence felt like a challenge. It had always seemed like this. A fight to have her admit that she needed even the air she breathed. Her need though, always played against her. It was her hunger, her anger, and her unbearable loneliness that broke her shell, and even though he had the knowledge and means to destroy her, she now had the power to annihilate him. He couldn't back off. She stretched and her hips aligned to his midsection and stopped just on top of his crotch.
His body in return resumed gathering heat, while his dark orbs met with her golden eyes. He kept his smile in check. Anyone else would have been ejected and executed without a second thought. She replied in a sotto voice, "I've been a good student, are you angry at me master?"
Kylo wanted to punish his traitorous body as he reacted to her body, voice and the light in her gaze and his midsection and crotch began straining against the fabric.
He then shifted his hips and reached other strings of his pants. He pulled and released the knots.
"No, I'm not, but I'm annoyed at your indifference," said Kylo.
Kylo loved the rosy tint in her cheeks, she was perfect, fierce in battle, and just as cunning in bed.
Rey felt his body move as he began divesting from the last of his clothes. She moved accordingly to let him be. The struggle to keep her composure began. She loved to stare at him. Ever since she was surprised by his features that first time she was captive. Nothing made sense. She had been hardened to different faces, races, and droids. However, the moment he took his mask off the axis of her world shifted and an ache began. He should have kept his mask on. She tried to exercise her self-control.
She gazed at his skin. Ever since she noticed how perfect light seemed to slide off him. Water too trickled beautifully on him. He was a true Prince. She was a descendant of bandits. To hell with her pride. She took his hand and kissed the tips of his fingers then the palm. She placed it on her cheek as her forehead reached his and quietly she added, "I kiss the hand that guides me, punish me if that is what I deserve for my indifferent ways."
"Oh, my dear Scavenger Princess." Rey blushed crimson and repressed her reaction. She exaggerated her blinking and bit her lip to rein her temper. She exhaled through her nose and shifted her hips. Kylo again smiled. "You are such a tease, my desert warrior." Rey hated it when he used his voice. She could take beatings. She could kill in defence of him. She could stand on her hands and carry him on the soles of her feet, but stars be damn, she could not take the timbre of his voice when he used it against her.
Kylo whispered into her ear. "Bend over my lap, and put your hands on your neck, put the weight on your knees, and stomach and your tailbone up in the air, keep your back straight and maintain that position, and after, beg for me to spank you, student." Rey shivered at the heat of his breath, the subtle command. If she resisted, she would be denied rapture. She whimpered. "Now Rey!"
She obeyed and felt him loosening her clothes, the cool, air-conditioned current enveloping her. Naked just like him. Once in position "The phrase is Blue Harvest." "Yes, master."
"How many Rey?" Rey bit her lips, why couldn't he get it over with already? She answered 15. "Yes, that sounds reasonable, but I like round numbers lets make it twenty?... you're a good girl aren't you Scavenger?" Rey whimpered again and he asked again: "Tut, tut, tut, who is my brave little girl?" Rey pressed her thighs together and swayed her hips. Kylo insisted "Who is my brave little desert slave? And look, so eager for her punishment? who?" "I am" Rey answered in a choked whisper. "Yes, you are" Swat. "One uhh,"
Kylo cherished every second he had with Rey. Her lithe figure. Her performance as a thinker on her feet. She was brilliant and courageous. The way her body undulated with each slap- the sheen of sweat on her skin reminded him yes he was in charge, but he also had to exercise self-control or he would hurt her, though the pain was welcome, his beautiful girl lost control at his tender caress, not the other way around. He stopped in intervals and admired the deep rose glow on her backside, and how beautifully it lit her golden skin.
Kylo hated feeling stupid as a result of being out of control. She could take pain but pain and pleasure were the goals here. Again her hips swayed, her sweat and scent, she was a feline goddess of old, born again. It was number seventeen when she broke into sobs and whispered "Blue Harvest" Kylo stopped abruptly, and summoned the mineral oil and began rubbing her. He cleansed her face and drew her into his arms as she continued crying almost silently. He questioned, "Will you be indifferent again?" "No," "Opened your mouth Rey, and take me." Rey felt like tears would continue staining her face, but this time with joy, she could make it up to him, she nodded and smiled brilliantly. Kylo blinked, oh he was so screwed. She cried and broke his heart, she smiled and he felt like a kid visiting the Zoo.
Rey always felt a bit scared of performing orally. The man was impressive from head to toe, why would his sex be any different? So the first time he saw him au natural, she questioned. "You have got to be kidding me, that's supposed to fit inside me?"
"Where there is a will there's a way," said Kylo.
Kylo was of course correct. However, learning how to properly kiss, cover her teeth with her lips, gradually take air through her nose, and relax her throat as she caressed his thighs, his delicate sack, and combine the heat, spit a tempo, well took a lot of practice, but how she loved trial an error with her Dark Master. She loved how he tensed his thighs, how his stomach muscles trembled, how his neck relaxed, how his face acquired a rosy tint, and how his fingers caressed her cheeks as soon as he was close to oblivion. His dark eyes lost his discontent, and what was left was bliss as he became one with the void.
Kylo took her into the fresher and helped her wash away the sweat, the oil, the tears, and his seed off her skin. She always loved water tracing her silhouette. He knew she was exhausted, but would not back down from a challenge. That trait alone won his heart some time ago and his student was aware of the fact. She helped him get rid of any other scent that wasn't body wash and he observed her tracing his chest muscles, birthmarks, and scars, once more she kissed the one she made on his face, back on Starkiller's base. That was the hair that always broke the camel's back. Like clockwork, he got on his knees parted her legs, and let his tongue make its way through her core and lick raw her clit. It was as though she was teasing and just when she reached his face and that old scar? He lost sight of his self-control and attacked. He could take on the Galaxy, but if Rey kissed his scar, he was a tense ball of need that only found release by hearing her cry, beg, and suffocate with his face stuck in between her legs. Nothing else made sense. She had to use the force to push him away, and he used the force to pull her back and whisper in her ear. "On your hands and knees my dear." She absentmindedly nodded her consent and felt Kylo push his erection into her, again, she lost her breath. Rey felt like the final piece of her sanity got misplaced by the very rhythm of his hips. With every move, breath, and touch she sensed him trying to meld with her, and for the love of the maker, she couldn't deny him, because she would be denying herself, love, and the force. His chest covered her back and he started caressing and pinching her clit, as his hips raised the tempo, he added, "Who do you belong to?" Rey whimpered and felt like crying again. "Who do you belong to little scavenger?" Rey felt the heat begin to form, as his fingers rubbed in perfect circles, while his sex pushed and throbbed inside her. "Say it!" The void finally caught up with her and she cried, "You, I belong to you, My Dark Master, My Husband!" "Good, you can come now." And she did and he followed after, like always.
She smiled as she felt herself enveloped by his arms. He kissed her neck and whispered back, "My goddess, my wife," they could breathe now as their heartbeat returned to their usual beat. Saying I love you was unnecessary, however, in the trickle of water, the touch of their skin, and silence the two chimed, "I love you," and all was good.
