What would you do for the person you loved? Would you denounce everything you stood for? Would you stand against the most powerful darkness in the galaxy? This is the story of Ben and Rey, sworn enemies brought together by the Force, but united b...
Standing in front of the fire with nothing but a towel wrapped around me, I dry my body. After washing up for the day, I enjoy warming myself before getting dressed. This evening, I am lost in thought about the events of the night before. Although Kylo Ren still remains in control, Ben is becoming much stronger. He now knows the truth about everything, the babies and my love for him. I know the truth about him too.
I wonder if he will come again tonight and marvel at the advancement of our Force-bond visions. We can actually interact and manipulate each other's environment now. Apparently, we can enter each other's background and stay there for longer than before.
Thoughts of how good it is to be wrapped in his powerful arms again assail my mind when I feel the bond open. Startled, I turn to find him standing a few steps away. My breath shortens. Dressed in his full Kylo Ren uniform including his cape, hood, and mask, he strikes a formidable pose. Forgetting how tall he was, I shiver at how huge and imposing he looks. Fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, he tilts his head to the left.
"What are you doing here this early?" I ask with a rather timid voice.
He doesn't answer, but I can sense him staring at me through his visor, his chest heaving up and down. Suddenly, a dark wave of lust pours from him to me. I feel my self clench and begin to ache.
This is Kylo Ren, not Ben, I tell myself, but my body isn't listening.
Responding just like it does to Ben, my skin ripples with goose flesh. I usually hate his First Order garments, especially that damned mask that changes his voice, and hides his beautiful features. But tonight, I am enthralled by it. The danger in the air between us is almost palpable.
Stalking toward me slowly, I am like a tiny mouse who has caught the attention of a dangerous raptor. If I could see his eyes, I know I would find a predatory gaze. As he draws closer, I notice his fists unclench as he begins to twirl one of his fingers slowly around.
My body lifts off of the floor slightly and turns toward the wall. A Force trick and either the wall is getting closer to me or I am getting closer to it. I throw my palms out, shoulder high against the wall. I feel my legs part slightly and let out a little whimper.
If I say stop, will he? It doesn't matter because I have no intention of saying it.
Suddenly, I feel the entire length of his body flush against mine. The heat he gives off envelopes me completely, and makes me a little dizzy. His hardened length presses against my upper buttocks spurring on my lust. He places his left palm face down on the wall above mine, bracing himself as he leans down to my left ear. His other hand traces down my shoulders to my hip.
"I can feel your desire for me, my scavenger. What are you planning to do about it?"
The voice coming through the modulator in his mask is deep with a metallic rasp. Hearing it so close to my ear, I shudder and my core spasms. He reacts by grabbing my right hip and thrusting into my buttocks, eliciting a gasp from me. I want to rub my thighs together to create friction, but he has my legs pinned in place.
A boldness overtakes me and I know exactly what I plan on doing about it. Reading my thoughts, his breath stutters.
I take my right hand down off the wall and pick up his right hand. Bringing it to my mouth, I bite the tip of his gloved finger. It slides off as I cover his hand with mine, pushing my fingers all the way out to the tips of his.
Slowly, I guide his hand down my body, stopping at my breasts. Squeezing my fingers on his, causes him to squeeze me over the top of my towel. A tiny moan escapes my lips and I feel his hips jerk.
Moving down past my waist to my hip, I make him give me another little squeeze. I then guide his hand past the end of my towel, and we touch the bare skin of my upper thigh together . The harsh breathing I hear coming from his mask spurs me on more.
I begin moving his fingers up my leg and under the towel. We lightly brush over my soft hairs before stopping at my throbbing sex. Causing him to graze it slowly, I jerk. He again thrusts into me forcefully. The ricochet causes his fingers to touch me again, but firmer. I groan with pleasure.
Guiding his fingers, I move them down between my folds. He lets out a loud metallic groan and murmurs, "You are so wet for me." I clench at his words.
Reaching down and back, I guide him to the slickness of my entrance. There, I push one of his fingers deep inside me with my own, whining at the sensation. He is grinding against my upper buttocks with a steady rhythm. I notice I am no longer pinned in place by the Force.
Curling his finger and my own, back and forth inside me, I add his middle finger too. He curls it and touches a sweet spot inside me, while I cry out. His head resting limply on my shoulder, I hear his every ragged breath. I can imagine that under his mask, his eyes are rolling around half lidded in time with his breathing.
Pulling his fingers out, I move them back up to my swollen nub and begin to circle it slowly before placing his fingers directly over it. He begins to rub it back and forth, up and down, without my prompting, setting the perfect rhythm. I can feel a bomb building up inside me, set to blow. He quickens the pace of his fingers and his thrusts against me. Harder and faster, until I can feel myself come apart in his hands. I yell out as my orgasm peaks. Spasming over and over, I squeeze my thighs together tightly
Not letting up his manual stimulation or his thrusting, he wraps his unoccupied hand around my throat and gives a gentle squeeze. I feel his chest and hips buck roughly against mine. Growling out my name on his release, he holds me tight against his chest until he's spent.
Placing my fingers back over his, I slowly drag his hand up barely grazing over the towel until I reach my face. Taking his two fingers and my own, I plunge them into my mouth. Sucking for a moment, I remove them with a soft smack.
He grunts, then jerks both of his hands up to his mask, desperate to get it off.
I feel the bond waver and just as he pulls his mask above his wild dark eyes, he disappears.
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