WARNING: This story contains spoilers from Star Wars Episode VII

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

Enjoy.

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Kylo Ren was about to fall asleep until his eyes flickered open to the sound of dainty footsteps against the wooden floorboards.

Rey halted at the foot of the bed, eyeing the raven-haired inamorato who rested his lengthy body the center of the mattress. From head to toe, Ren was entirely unclothed, but this was understandable, since he had just gotten out of the bath and dried himself off. Yet, this was not the reason why the girl instantly felt hotter than fire the second she laid eyes on him. He did not even bother to cover himself with the bed sheets, and— by the fashion of his dark orbs staring at her— he did not seem to care that she walked in on him like this. In fact, it would not be surprising if this were intentional. If this was the case, then Ren surely picked the best spot in the entire place, because despite the weak glow of a few plain, lit-up candles, the moonlight from the window compensated for the darkness in the bedroom.

And dear gods, could Rey see everything.

Damn… He has some girth, too…

Oh, what a delicious presentation! Kylo Ren was laying here, offering his body to his love goddess, ready to experience magnificent pleasure under her sensual feminine control! This thought made Rey's body blaze with the urge to throw herself onto the bed and attack the nude male with the most ferocious, intimate vigor. All the lovely things she so coveted—his breath, smell, hair, skin, lips, and even the most precious part of all, his masculinity—were all hers tonight. Hers to kiss. Her to feel. Hers to taste. Hers to devour. Hers to love. All hers.

But of course, to make it hers, she had to act like it was hers.

Keeping her yearning body steady in front of the dark male, she started by putting on a little "show" for him. Ren cocked a brow as he observed what she was doing. Shooting an enflamed stare, Rey moved her hands towards the knot on the silken belt of her robe. Slender fingers glided their way in between the pieces of silk, loosening and untying them. Once finished, she let the untied belt droop to her sides. Her robe, the only fabric on her body, hung on her torso ever so loosely, ready to be unfolded.

Now, Ren was looking even more absorbed by the moment, eyes opening wider, pupils slightly expanding. Rey was feeling a bit anxious, but noticing his reactions made the girl grow bold. She continued by grabbing the edges of her robe.

She pulled open. Like water, the pearl-white silk flowed over her shoulders, down her arms, and off her fingertips, pooling at the floor around her bare feet.

She quietly stood there for a few seconds, her full attention still on the Sith's face. The man looked as if Rey's body had completely smashed his strict composure to pieces. Within the blink of an eye, he propped himself up by his elbows. Slow, heavy, hot breaths escaped an open mouth, with his chest rising and falling with just as much zest. His mouth watered rapidly to the point where he had to halt this breathing in order to swallow. Blood was beginning to pool beneath his pale, sweat-clad skin, most notably in his face and in another area much further below.

You excite him… Perfect...

Rey walked towards the bed.

As the girl set her hands and a knee onto the large mattress, Ren sat all the way up. Like a greedy child, he was already reaching out an arm desperately as if to grab her. When she crawled close enough, his hand found its way around her upper arm and tugged, and his other hand swooped around her waist and guided her near until her belly met his. He held her body against his, tightly.

Rey cupped both of his cheeks. Opening her mouth and shutting her eyes, she brought his lips against hers.

For a minute or two did the lovers engage in a deep, passionate kiss. At once instance, Rey's hot tongue slipped out and teased Ren's lower lip, glazing it with moisture, inducing a little gasp and low groan of pleasure. Shortly after did their lips press tighter and open a little wider, letting tongue play with tongue. As they drank each other in through this kiss, many other places grew warmer and wetter with sweet oozes of delight.

Letting out a loud moan into her mouth, Kylo Ren laid onto his back, taking the girl down with him. Before he got the chance to roll over with her, Rey stopped him, leaving herself on top. She broke slowly from the kiss and let out a lovely sigh. A string of saliva connected their lips before drooping and breaking, leaving a droplet of pure wetness on the bottom of Ren's lip. He looked up into her eyes in amazement while trying to catch his breath.

Not taking an eye off him, Rey sat herself up, resting her rear on his lower stomach. Adding just a little weight there would keep the blood pooled below his stomach, right where the arousal needed to stay. Enjoying this feeling, Ren stayed down but let his hands smooth up her thighs and to the sides of her waist. His thumbs generously stroked the supple skin in circles.

Rey returned the favor of his touches by fondling his chest in the same manner. Her hands explored his torso, up and down, her palms and fingertips gliding over his flesh like melted butter. Such touches rendered the Sith paralyzed beneath her, a savage beast under the hypnosis of his tamer. Who ever knew that the feeling of a woman could overpower a man better than using any degree of the force? If it were even possible to use this erotic power outside of the bedroom, or even in battle, Rey would have surely been dubbed a Jedi master by now—or a Sith lord, for that matter.

Now, whined her inner desires.

The female looked down. She relocated her body down further.

Sliding his hands to her hips and clenching them hungrily, Ren was quietly begging for her to sit back down.

Before settling back onto him, Rey's gaze returned to his face. She anticipated his next move and readied herself.

Kylo Ren aimed his hips, lifted them with a vigorous thrust, and let out a hefty grunt.

First, a spike of pain.

After that, fullness.

Indulging in the mind-numbing, pulsating pressure, Rey started to move slowly on top. Just as equally moved as his partner, Ren responded by moving with her accordingly, maintaining his grip on her hips, tipping his head back in satisfaction while moaning.

Rey felt the raging wild fire of lust inside her, burning and consuming her insides with a vicious roar. Her brain. Her throat. Her lungs. Her heart. Her womb. They were all going up in flames. Her body seemed as if trying to put out these fires in every way imaginable, with water and moisture from sweating to lubrication. Yet, it was all no match. It failed. The fire raged on, and it had only just begun.

Rey was going to milk this. Continuing the flow of their hips, she closed her eyes and groaned while leaning back and letting her lower body slide harder into the sensation. At the same time, she kept her body propped up by placing both hands behind her on his legs, then extended her legs outward and laid them over Ren's body. Her delicate ankles rested next to each side of his head, tickled by the feeling of his smooth black hair. Enticed by the change of position, the male slid his hands over her legs and gripped on to her by her knees. This time, he thrusted her a little harder.

The lovers kept this position for about a minute before they shifted. Ren slowly sat himself up with Rey's legs remaining against his body. This prompted the brunette to look up at him with a heated look, just so she could maintain her control, even as the movement forced her to lay her back upon his legs, hands above her head, fingers entangled in her chocolate hair. Ren still held onto the girl by her knees and looked down into her eyes. The beauty of her disheveled appearance and passionate glare kept him spellbound while he continued to enjoy himself within her for another minute.

Ohhhhh, soooo good~….

Wait… Is he trying to dominate you? How dare he do that… Show him who conquers the bed.

Without hesitation, Rey leaned forward and pressed both hands against Ren's torso. She pushed him hard.

Ren let out a moan of surprise while his back hit the mattress, eyes popping back open.

Rey retracted both of her legs. She quickly flopped from her back onto her stomach, using her weight to pin him down on his back.

Before Ren could catch his breath and comprehend what was going on, he stopped. He shut his eyes, gritted his teeth and grunted.

Rey was sinking her teeth into the base of his neck and nibbling on the spot. Although it probably stung for him, the girl could hear a hint of pleasure in the noise he just made. In addition, she could feel him thrust into her harder. This time, however, his hands flung onto her back, nails digging deep into her soft, sensitive flesh, recreating for her the sensations that currently moved him.

For the fires of lust, that pain was nothing but fresh gasoline.

Rey withdrew her teeth, leaving a wet, inflamed mark on his neck that was nearly bleeding. She dragged her lips against his skin and planted the same bite on his collarbone. The bite forced Ren to let out a louder grunt and move gradually harder against her body. During this position, Rey left a few more bites here and there on his chest and shoulders, branding his body with her marks. The red, blotchy love bites over the man's body were like a secret code of the flesh. In this carnal language, the markings proclaimed a powerful message. "Rey was here."

Then, Rey decided to change positions again with her mate. She had sat up and turned her body around with her back facing Kylo Ren. She spread her legs out and leaned her hips into the thrusts. In adherence, he sat up with her and worked harder against her, hitting against the perfect spot within her.

For both of them, the climax was approaching.

Seeming so overwhelmed and numb, Kylo Ren was groaning louder now. His knees bent, and his toes clung to the sheets. His hands, resting on the bed to support his body, were rolling into fists.

Shifting her lower legs and tucking them beneath her widespread thighs, Rey leaned herself forward until the front of her was rested against his propped-up thighs. She snaked her hands beneath them and hugged them tightly to her body, her breasts cushioning her chest against his knees. In response, Ren pressed up against her breasts a little more, trying to feel and fondle them with his knees in sync with his moves.

Then, their bodies kicked into full power.

Ren's hips went at their fullest speed.

Rey moaned louder.

Yes… Oh yes…. More…

She could hear him exhale her name now.

A little more…

She shut her eyes.

Oh gods, more!...

Her partner whined louder through his teeth.

Oh, fuck!...

Rey tipped her head back.

OHHH~!

Now at his climax, Kylo Ren whaled loudly.

Rey unleashed a passionate outcry.

Finally, simultaneously, they came.

~ooo~

Awakened by her own outcry, Rey's eyes shot open, her body forced upward into a sitting position. She let out a gasp for air and panted heavily.

Suddenly, Ren's presence was gone. There was total blackness.

Even the pale moonlight was gone.

"W-wha…."

What had just happened? Regaining her breath, Rey looked around in the darkness. Once her eyes adjusted, she could make out where she was….

Unfortunately, this was not the bedroom of a cabin.

Indeed, she now recognized where she was. Back in her own room.

"Just a dream," she admitted to herself in a whisper. Not only was she surprised, for some reason, she was feeling disappointed and a little angry.

She wiped off her forehead. Her stomach turned a little from what remained on her hand after that—a heavy matting of sweat. "Uggh… Dammit," she scoffed under her breath in disgust and shock. A few seconds later, she realized that the rest of her body was shimmering with a coat of sweat. What an intense dream it was. It made her absolutely soaked. Everywhere…

Another wet dream, she repeated, dwelling in frustration. Again? Really? With a heavy groan and sigh, Rey closed her eyes and wearily laid back down with a thump on her small mattress.

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"Hmmmm….. How cute…."

"Sister!" shrilled a voice from behind the doors. Loud, vicious knocking followed.

Recognizing the voice was an adult female, perhaps in her early twenties, lounging in a luxurious bath. For just a few minutes, she had been sitting in the invigorating hot water with a peaceful, blissful look on her face, as if she had been meditating about something pleasant. Now, because of the shouting and noise, her lips had contracted into a frown. She released a weary sigh. "I've already told you before, Giazem. Please don't disturb me during my b—"

Before she could finish, the doors flung open, slamming against the walls. Startled, the bathing lady opened her eyes and glanced over at the source of the loud bang. Storming in towards her from the doorway was another female, appearing not even sixteen, wearing an irate expression on her youthful face.

The elder female tilted her head and scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Dear gods, what is it this time?" she groaned. "Is this because I borrowed your hairbrush?"

The other girl stopped at the edge of the bath, still shooting her an angry glare. Not a word came out of her mouth.

"What?~"

"Cavan," growled Giazem.

"Yes? What about him?" asked the other, raising a brow.

"He won't answer my calls…."

"Okay…. And what do you want me to do about it?"

"Have him beheaded..."

The woman gave her sister an irritated look. "For not answering your calls…. Really?"

"Tazaar, I think he's seeing Jizelle again!"

Letting out another scoff, the lady named Tazaar looked away from her sister Giazem for a minute, thinking to herself. Feeling her long, dark-brown hair coming slightly undone, her hands came up out of the water to readjust the silver pin that held it up in a bun. "Sister, dear," she said softly, "when was the last time you spoke to that boy?"

"This morning," replied Giazem, her voice lowering a bit.

"And how many times have you tried to call him since then?"

"About ten times…"

"Over the span of how long?"

Giazem paused. "About five minutes…"

Tazaar turned to her younger sibling and remained silent for a minute.

"He usually responds immediately," added the girl.

The elder sister let out another sigh. "Let me tell you a few secrets about boys," she said calmly. "Number one, boys typically don't like when girls call them a bazillion times over the span of a few minutes. And, number two, just because he doesn't respond to you for five minutes doesn't necessarily mean he's cheating on you."

"And how do you know that?"

"Well, as absorbed as teens are these days with their hologram technology, boys aren't always available by hologram calling every single second of the day. The reason being, we all have lives and do other things besides call each other. Think of what he could possibly be doing during those five minutes, Giazem. He could be training, he could be eating, he could be napping, and for all we know, he could even be pissing. Seriously, do you want him to hologram call you and let you see him piss? I don't think so.

"In other words, I am not going to have someone's head chopped off for having a life."

Giazem twirled a finger in a wavy lock of her dark hair, rolling her eyes at her sister. "Whatever," she mumbled.

After fixing her hair, Tazaar placed her hands back in the water. "Now, sister, go on your way, and leave Cavan be until he calls you back," she told her. "Besides, you've just barged in on me at a very bad time. I was in the middle of checking on something…"

"What do you mean?" asked Giazem, now giving her sister a puzzled look.

"Oh, you know, that really important thing…."

"Details?"

"That thing with Ben Solo…. Remember?"

Giazem's face softened, her eyes growing a little wide. "Oh….. How's that coming along?"

"I'm working on it," replied Tazaar. "It's… getting there."

"Okay." The younger sister nodded. She turned to leave the bathroom.

"And Giazem, one more thing," stated her sister as she leaned over the edge of the bath.

"Yes, sister?" responded the other.

"Make sure you look your best. Snoke is visiting us this evening." Tazaar gave her sister a pleasant smile after she said this. The lady's smile revealed two prominently sharp fangs.

Giazem nodded, then walked out the bathroom, shutting both doors behind her.

Tazaar had already returned to relaxing in her bath. She closed her eyes, tuning into the force once again. After a few minutes of meditation, she had finally sensed something that made her smile and chuckle quietly.

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THE END