Purpose: A Kylo Ren Tale

Nineteen

I'm standing in the meadow, head tilted towards the sky, admiring the bright stars and moons. I call upon The Dark Side. I summon the wicked ways of The Force.

I look down at my surroundings.

Six greedy Knights of Ren circle me, naked, hard, ready.

"You," I point to the one called Cardo. "Undress me."

The tall man does not hesitate. He walks to me and gently tugs the bow at my waist until it's untied. The robe falls open and he walks behind me to pull the fabric down my shoulders. It falls to the grass at my feet.

I'm fully naked in the moonlight.

I do not feel shame. I feel strong. Turning to look at each warrior, I see their eager eyes and hard cocks, and I know that I'm in charge.

Cardo lingers behind me, boldly runs a hand down my shoulder. I use The Force to pin him in place as I whip around to confront him.

"Did I fucking say you could touch me?"

"No, Madam."

I release my menacing hold on his body and with a hard shove, put him back in place. I walk towards the one with mischievous eyes and ask his name.

"Ushar, Madam."

"Worship me," I command.

Immediately his hands are on my body. He brings me to the ground and his mouth finds my neck, my collarbone, my ear. He's making his way towards my breasts when-

"Stop. I'm bored." I push him away and he pulls himself up with a growl. "You," I point to the one with the grin. "Kuruk? Worship me."

He crawls between my legs and kisses my ankle. Trails his mouth up my leg, kissing every freckle up my thigh. He's inches from my cunt, I can tell his mouth is watering.

"Stop. Next."

The one they call Trudgen turns me over so I'm laying on my stomach. He doesn't put his mouth on me, but he runs his hands everywhere. Massaging my muscles and tenderizing my nerves. Relaxing my neck and shoulders. He moves his hand lower, reaching to grab my ass.

"Stop. Next. Ap'lek, correct? Worship me," I demand as I turn over.

He pins my hands above my head and nips at my jaw lightly. His face is inches from mine and I can feel his manhood pressed against my leg. He moves to kiss me.

"Stop. Vicrul, now. Worship me."

He climbs on top of me on the ground, his hot hard body hovering inches above mine. I like this Knight the most. He's the most handsome, most eager. I let him take it further than the others.

I watch the jealousy crash out of them when he slowly starts rubbing the tip of his cock against my wet folds. He moves it slowly up and down, up and down, rubbing our sensitive nerve bundles together deliciously.

I feel him moving lower, towards my entrance.

The Knights around us are barely breathing, eyes glued to the sight in front of them, anticipation mounting.

Just as he's about to press inside-

"Stop. I'm bored again."

He lets out an animalistic growl, beyond frustrated as he stands to join his brothers, and I know that he would kill me with his bare hands if I were any lesser being. But I'm not. I'm in charge.

First I branded them with my dagger, stealing a little of their Force energy through blood magic. And now I'm denying them the one thing they desperately want. Me. My sex. I'm absolutely drunk on power and control in this moment.