Break the Hunting Ground

Chapter Two

A/N

I am so thrilled to see how much people are enjoying this fic already (On AO3 That is lol)! I try to keep my updates to once a week but I wanted to drop this second chapter early since it's been so well received. Thanks so much for the love!

The scorching hot water cascades over his skin as he does nothing but stare at the tile on the wall of his shower. His flesh becomes red and puffy as the steam rises around him, but he doesn't care. He can feel his body slipping into yet another rut--his third or fourth in the last week if he's counting correctly--and he had no way of truly relieving himself. There have been new scents to smell around the Star Killer Base, and he wonders if that's the reason why he's been so on a sexually frustrated edge. Perhaps they've just let in another Beta to add to their revolving collection of people to let their ruts out on, or there's a new Alpha come for an interview or a status report or something. The scents didn't quite add up to what he was used to, but it didn't bother the Commander. Later he could take a walk down to the lounge and indulge himself in one of the Betas to calm his rut, but for now it wasn't a priority. Today he would be taking part of one of his favorite stress relievers: hunting a felon and cutting them down with his saber.

These types of executions were few and far between for him. It was rare that a planet offered up a poor unfortunate soul to the Order for him to hunt, and every so often he'd get one of his own people defecting that he'd get to punish them in this way. It was by far his favorite. The way his adrenaline would rush through every vein, the feeling of being a predator hunting its prey, the satisfaction of watching their fear, their terror, hearing their pleas for mercy and then ending it all by plunging his saber into their heart filled him with vitality. He closes his eyes, imagines the face of the last person he had put to death. A rapist who was a member of the mob. Kylo followed his scent, the Earthy, neutral scent of any typical Beta, he cornered him between two cliffs, took him by the throat and plunged his lightsaber into the pit of his portly stomach. In the shower, Kylo growled as his penis began to twitch. He was certain it was his rut that was causing such violent thoughts, but at the moment he couldn't help himself. His original plan was to wait to see one of the First Order sex girls, but he decides his growing erection can't wait.

He wraps his hand around the base of his now fully erect cock, over his deflated knot and he squeezes. They told him he was hunting yet another female Beta from a far off planet. A thief, and a very good one at that. He imagines she'd be dressed in all black, her hair tied up in a ponytail that flailed behind her like a battle flag. Her clothes wouldn't keep her warm in the cold and snow, and he could see her ducking behind a tree for warmth. She thinks she can hide, but she can't. Kylo can smell her the second the steel doors open, and he knows exactly where she's hiding. He lets out a groan as he closes his eyes, can practically smell the fearful Beta there in the shower. He strokes himself, letting out a low groan as his mind carries him away. This is what he wants. He wants to see her fear.

He would feel her run away when he got too close. In his mind a flash of black would catch his attention and he'd look in her direction, see her dashing off behind a snowy bush and know he has her right where he wants her. The smell of her fear is intoxicating, so much so he takes a whiff of the steaming air around him. Faintly, the same new scent that had been wafting around the base filled his nostrils, and he decided this is how her fear smells. Not that he had much else to go off of, but it works in keeping him in the fantasy. He leans forward as he imagined himself stalking up to her, all while stroking himself steadily. Below his hand he can feel his knot beginning to harden as well. He was close.