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Could've Gone Mad	By : dezzu Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 13095 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This one is rather long. It has a bit of a horror story bent, with accidental, implied substance abuse. If you just want smut, you can jump to the >8) marker further down.

On an ordinary day, Rey makes a pitstop.

***

She’d landed her small ship in a clearing, determined to do a little bit of solitary exploring on the lush forested planet before continuing on her journey. It felt like she’d been in the ship for a lifetime; she wasn’t used to being cooped up and sitting for so long. She stepped away from the tiny craft and into the sunlight, stretching and admiring the green grass of the clearing and tall trees that she knew surrounded her for several miles.

The warmth from the nearby sun was soothing, and the scents and sound of the breeze moving through the plants around her immediately made the stress of being in space evaporate from her mind and body. Flying a ship was a great joy to her, but she was still only getting used to doing it for long distances.

Her scans of the planet before landing hadn’t shown a significant amount of lifeforms in the area that she was in, but she wouldn’t relax so much that she’d drop her guard. While her scans hadn’t detected any signs of technology, they tended to only pick up large indicators of energy at a distance. Dangerous creatures, both animal, alien, robotic and human alike, were always potentially afoot.

She checked the lightsaber and small blaster in their positions on her belt, and decided to take a short walk around the clearing to stretch her legs.

As she drew closer to the trees, she noticed that most of them had bark that was peeling off in large, flakey layers. The forest floor appeared to be made up almost entirely of the stuff, and it gave off a sweet scent. Here and there, some smaller trees and other plants were succeeding in their struggle to break through the dense layers of decaying bark. She decided to steer clear of the forest floor, and instead turned away from the treeline to look for some kind of animal trail in the grass to study, or perhaps a rocky outcropping to sit on for a bit so she could soak up some sunshine.

Picking her way through the oddly and uniformly short grass, she continued her circuit around the clearing, stopping occasionally to look closer at the lone, tiny plants that had sprouted up amongst the grass blades.

When she had been landing, she had noted that the clearing was oddly circular, but with ragged edges, like the forest was fighting to take the space back. Perhaps at one point there had been some event that had cleared the ground here. Rey bent down to look at a particularly interesting plant with a little cluster of leaves that was shaped somewhat like a heart.

A small, cold prick of fear bloomed suddenly at the base of Rey’s skull and spread like wildfire, causing the hair on her neck to lift slightly. She got goosebumps and shuddered, her head and eyes darted around the clearing, trying to spot what she knew was watching her. Tense, she pulled out her blaster and started backing towards the ship.

“Still as untrained and foolish as ever, I see.”

His cold, mocking voice came from her left, and she spun to face him, wherever he was.

Gods, why couldn’t it have been some animal...why HIM? she thought. She felt a flood of at least 3 emotions all at the same time – anger, fear, and a significant twinge of morbid curiosity – as she tried in vain to spot him.

In the blink of an eye, he materialized at the edge of the clearing quite a distance from her, but didn’t move towards her. He was far enough away that she couldn’t make out the fine details of his features, and his form was shrouded in the shadow of the tree next to him.

“Either get in your ship and leave now, or get off the grass.” His voice no longer mocked her; he sounded dead serious. “The owner of your little landing pad has a nasty habit of removing the skins of the creatures it finds here.”

She believed him, but as the seconds had ticked by since he first made his presence known, she had decided that she wasn’t ready to simply run away after seeing him for the first time since the Starkiller Base had been destroyed. But, she wasn’t a complete fool; she had just reached the entry hatch to her ship. She opened it and paused, ready to jump in if the creature he warned of appeared.

“I want to talk with you,” she stated simply, eyeballing her surroundings as she waited for a response.

After a few seconds, she began to think he wasn’t going to respond, and hooked her hand onto a grab bar to prepare to climb into the ship. “Go into the trees,” he suddenly said. “It won’t touch your ship.” He sounded tired to her.

Knowing that within moments she was going to be face-to-face with a man that she currently feared more than anyone else in the galaxy, Rey’s heart began to race. She remained on high alert, though, as she quickly closed the hatch to her ship. Looking around the clearing one last time, she sprinted the short distance from her ship to the boundary of the tree line she had been avoiding before.

She hesitated for a moment before stepping into the thick hummus of the forest floor. She was surprised to find that it wasn’t as spongy as she assumed it would be. The bark seemed to crackle and disintegrate a little bit under her feet as she stepped tentatively under the towering trees. If she had to make an escape, she didn’t want to be far from her ship, and so she didn’t venture in further. She waited.

She soon spotted his form moving towards her, the ends of his robes billowing slightly around him as he approached.

As he drew closer, she noted that he was wearing his usual black garb, though his arms were bare except for some black wraps below the elbows that resembled her own. The hooded cloak she remembered him wearing before was missing.

He stopped, too far away and in shadow for her to see his face. He turned his back on her, motioning over his shoulder for her to follow him.

Her shoulders drooped a little at his silent gesture; she didn’t want this to turn into a thing where he made her follow him for miles and miles, until she was too far away to get to her ship in case things turned bad for her...which they were absolutely guaranteed to do if she was anywhere near him.

She chose not to voice the complaint perched at the tip of her tongue; instead, she took a deep breath and followed him.

She didn’t trust him in the least, and that thought dropped like a dark stone deep into the pit of her stomach as she started to follow his lead through the forest.

Despite knowing that he could sense her emotions, and perhaps even directly read her thoughts whenever he felt like it, she didn’t try to put any kind of mental barriers up nor try to keep her emotions in check or hidden from him now. She had nothing to hide; no new information that he hadn’t already extracted from her before that would help him or his First Order masters.

If he wanted to provoke her into a fight, capture her, or throw her around like a rag doll like he had done before, he probably would have done so already.

Rey wiped a hand over her eyes and shook her head, as she had a habit of doing when she was frustrated with herself. Walking further into a situation just because something hadn’t happened in the first minute was a stupid thing to do, and she knew it – especially when she was dealing with someone who seemed to be two completely different men, equally unpredictable, jammed into the same body.

He’d hunted her down, attacked her and her friend, and offered to become her teacher, all within the span of a few moments the last time they’d faced off. She’d rejected his offer and then slashed him with Luke Skywalker’s lightsaber – not exactly something that would establish positive feelings towards her on his part.

As they walked, she mused over what his motivations for being here on this remote, seemingly unpopulated world could be. Why did he just happen to be where she landed, and why even call out to her?

From what she had been able to see from a distance, he wasn’t carrying any visible weapons. The place definitely didn’t sound safe, if he was to be believed and there was some sort of flesh-removing creature about. She hadn’t seen or heard any animal sounds during her time there. She hadn’t spotted any insects, either. That in itself could mean that something truly terrifying was around, and everything was just hiding from sight in fear of it.

He strode ahead of her with confidence and seemed to know where he was going, but she couldn’t discern an existing trail that he was following. He’d kept an unhurried and casual pace, but she stayed many steps behind him. They seemed to be heading towards a portion of the forest that was a bit brighter than that which they were passing through, and she perked up a little at the idea of being back in the sunlight. The trees were spaced quite far apart, but they blocked a bit of the breeze, and their tops were dense enough to cast big swaths of shadow onto the forest floor.

She felt vulnerable, a small being amongst these giant trees, and she was growing anxious about reaching wherever their destination was soon.

At long last, they reached a clear break in the trees, and he strode into the sunlight ahead of her and stopped, turning to her. She shielded her eyes from the glaring light with her hand as she left the shade of the trees and approached him, trying to make eye contact with him.

Her eyes adjusted to the light, and she took in the changes in his face that she had been dreading seeing since she had struck him with the lightsaber.

Her breath caught with the realization that the jagged, dark pink scar across his face had done nothing to detract from the handsomeness that she had been struck by when he had removed his mask and first revealed himself to her in the interrogation room on the Starkiller Base.

His eyes held hers in a dispassionate and almost bored-seeming gaze, which should have made her relax...but instead made her stomach do an odd little flip.

“Once it’s dark, you can’t be outside until the sun is up,” he stated, blinking lazily and then turning away from her. He crossed his arms behind himself and started walking slowly away. A startled look passed over her features, and she began to follow him again, now starting to look closely at where they were. It was another clearing. The ground appeared to be made of a much finer, dust-like and compacted version of the bark littering the floor of the forest.

She followed him up a small hill. At the top were several smashed boulders and tall shards of bleached white rock piled into a kind of formation, which he moved towards. There appeared to be some kind of entrance into the rocks formed by two of the larger shards, and in front of the structure was a fire pit, currently emitting a thin bit of smoke. Leaning against the rocks off to the side of the entrance was a roughly assembled rectangular frame made of thin branches woven tightly together; presumably, a door to cover the entrance.

Rey blinked, a bit dumfounded. He’s...living here?

He bent down and lifted something from the dirt – a trap door that was covered in the fine dust surrounding them – and pulled out some pieces of wood, which he tossed into the fire pit. He held his hand up for a moment, and the latent fire started to spring to life. Rey didn’t think that you could coax fires using the Force, but apparently, you could. A little awestruck, she took a couple of steps towards the fire, and him.

He put the trapdoor cover back in place, stood and kicked some dirt over it. He glanced at her, his face and eyes holding no expression.

Rey’s nose caught a whiff of the fire, and suddenly it occurred to her that she hadn’t noticed any branches or dead wood on the forest floor on their way here – in fact, nothing at all had littered the ground with the exception of the ever-present bark shreds, the smaller trees and few shrubs she had noticed.

The whole place almost seemed...manicured...with the exception of his chaotically-shaped little rock outcropping.

She glanced around, turning slightly on her heels to look behind her. Her eyes landed on the ground they had just walked across and widened – there were no footprints behind her; no evidence of their having walked across the dirt to where they stood!

Swiftly, she spun back towards him, and blurted out with a bit of alarm in her voice, “What is this place?!”

He moistened his lips and stared at her. “A place that a much smarter person wouldn’t have chosen for a pitstop,” he drawled, turning away and walking towards the entrance of the rocks.

He ducked inside, and she made to follow him, fists clenched. What she had wanted to talk to him about before had flown out the window, and now she was just scared and angry.

Yet another drastic change in light made Rey stop and blink for a few moments as she walked between the rocks and into his little hovel. Some sparse light filtered in from breaks in the rocks overhead. She could just make out another small fire pit on the ground, which he was currently bent over and igniting. As the small fire grew in intensity, she could see more of the space. In one far corner, a few layers of thin branches were covered with what were probably the remnants of his cloak; she guessed that served as his bed. There was an empty-looking sack against the wall near the bed, and that constituted all of the contents of the room, save for the two of them.

She was more than just a bit dumbfounded now. How had he gone from being someone of such importance in the First Order to sleeping on some sticks between a pile of rocks?

He lowered himself to the floor and sat cross-legged with his back against the curved face of the stone behind him. She followed suit, but kept her body pointed somewhat towards the entrance so she could keep her eyes both on him and on the state of the light outside.

She’d calmed somewhat from the insult he’d hurled at her before she entered, deciding to focus instead on sating her curiosity over why he was here, and, if she was lucky, asking him a few questions about the Force.

“Before you get carried away with your impertinent questions, there is the issue of dinner.” His words were rude, but there was no energy behind them. “Do you have any food on your ship?”

“Yes...several weeks’ worth. And water as well.”

He nodded, then reached for the sack next to him. He pulled out a packet that was similar to the food rations she was used to getting on Jakku, and a small bottle.

“I’ll answer your questions, if you’ll give me all of the food and water on your ship in exchange,” he stated simply, pouring the contents of the packet onto a small dish he’d pulled out.

“All of the food and water, minus one day,” she replied, no emotion coloring her voice. “I won’t be eating tonight.”

He nodded and regarded her for a few seconds, then went back to his work. He poured a dash of water into the powder. Whatever it transformed into on his plate resembled a glob of sickly green goo, and Rey tried and failed to hide her revulsion as she saw him pluck it off the plate and quickly devour it. He took a swig from the bottle to wash it down, and then stuffed the bottle and plate back into his sack.

“Tomorrow,” he said, slowly lifting himself up off the floor and walking to the entrance. He pulled the homemade barricade through the hole, setting it up against the inner walls of the entrance and tethering it in place with some cord and rocks that she hadn’t noticed earlier.

She watched his every move as he shuffled back towards the fire and his sleeping area. “I’ll answer your questions tomorrow.” His voice sounded incredibly tired as he lowered himself onto his bed, sticks snapping under his weight as he settled into it. He rolled away from her, leaving her to stare at his back.

It was going to be a long night.

Rey sat in the growing silence for a few moments, going over the day’s events in her mind. Hoping he wouldn’t wake, she quietly moved from her spot facing the entrance to the obviously safer side of the room where his bed was placed, and sat down against the wall. She wrapped the edges of her garment as best she could around her arms and slouched a bit, intent on relaxing as best she could. The air was cold, enough to make her shiver a little bit under the thin fabric.

It didn’t take long after night had completely fallen outside the small compound for the noises to start.

Rey had heard and seen some horrifying attacks during her time on Jakku, but the sounds she began to hear through the rock walls seemed unnaturally brutal. Wet, sickening crunches; short and long animalistic screams of varying intensity; heavy thumps and sharp scrapes – all playing out a short distance away.

Years of sleepless nights on Jakku had taught her how to keep her head and not panic over strange noises outside her home. Whatever was happening between the creatures outside seemed to be keeping them occupied, and none of the sounds they were making were coming closer.

She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep through the noise, so curiosity drove her to do something she hadn’t done all day.

Rey let her eyes slip shut, and visualized letting the energy in her body drain deep into her bones. She embraced the Force, and reached out into the night with her powers, seeking the source of the disturbing sounds.

To her surprise, she found only one being outside, visible in her mind as a vague, dark ball of violent energy against a backdrop of black. Expanding her reach a little, she could feel the gentle, calming energy from the trees that surrounded them on all sides, but no other beings. It seemed that the source of all these horrific sounds was just one creature, positioned a few yards away from the entrance to Kylo Ren’s little compound. Her powers shrank back, leaving only the energy of the man beside her in her mind’s eye.

Rey sighed deeply, and released her hold on the Force. She’d been practicing her ability to reach out with her powers quite a bit when she was alone, but prolonged use always left her mind and body tired. She wanted to conserve what energy she had tonight. Whatever had been happening to the troubled man sleeping next to her could easily take hold of her if she wasn’t at her strongest.

After what felt like hours, the sounds started to dwindle as the creature moved away from the compound. Soon, only the gentle crackling of the fire could be heard, and Rey let her now heavy lids slip shut.

***

Rey bolted awake as the sound of snapping branches bounced off the rock walls of the small space, and seemed to travel directly into every nerve ending she had.

Her companion was getting up and out of his primitive bed, and dawn was breaking from what she could tell from the holes in the rock above her. Rey unwound her limbs from the tight little ball she’d made of her body overnight, and stretched her aching arms and legs.

He moved stiffly over to the entrance, unhooked the cords and rock weights holding the door in place, and carried it outside. When he didn’t immediately come back in, she got up and followed, intent on finding some place to relieve herself as quickly as possible.

He’d apparently had the same idea, because she could clearly hear the sound of liquid hitting dirt as she stepped out into the hazy morning light. Her cheeks burning more than a little bit, she went around to the opposite side of the little structure and took care of her own business, hopefully more out of earshot than he had been.

He was standing in front of the fire pit waiting for her when she rounded the structure.

“First, water. Firewood,” he said curtly. “We get the supplies from your ship. We return here, and you can ask your questions.” Her lips parted in protest, but he had already spun away from her and was walking at a fast clip towards the forest opposite of where they can come from yesterday. With fists slightly clenched in annoyance, she walked quickly to catch up with him.

She wasn’t too shocked to see that the ground around his home showed absolutely no sign of whatever had been thrashing around and screeching its head off there the night before.

Before falling asleep that night, Rey had inwardly resolved that today was simply not going to be allowed to be like yesterday. She’d been letting herself get too comfortable over the past few months – enjoying a constant supply of good quality food, and a comfortable place to sleep every night – and the survival instincts that she’d cultivated over her lifetime as a scavenger had started to take a back seat. As they walked, she relaxed her tired body and mind for just a moment, and gently took hold of the Force. She closed off her thoughts to the man stomping through the forest in front of her.

If he took any notice of what she’d just done, he didn’t give any indication. He seemed driven by demons to get to wherever they were going; his fast pace never slowed.

The sterility of the forest floor was faltering; here and there, she began to see small clumps of plants, and even a few sticks. As they continued on, the amount of wood on the ground – small trees that had died and fallen, branches, chunks of wood – began to litter their path in increasing amounts, and she started having to pick her way over the debris as she struggled to keep up with him.

Suddenly, he turned. She noticed that the ground under her feet seemed a little more soggy – almost muddy, even – and he had started a new course heading left from where the ground changed.

Curious, she decided to reach out with her powers a little bit to see if she could anticipate what was ahead.

She could sense that he was holding the Force as well. Between the intense darkness and violence she’d felt from the murderous creature last night, and the calming, gentle energy of the trees that surrounded them, his energy felt neutral...bland, even. Not at all like she’d remembered. When their powers had clashed before, the intensity of his emotions bearing down on her had made her knees weak.

Her senses skimmed ahead, but she was both disappointed and relieved to not sense anything new ahead of them.

She was surprised when the ground underneath of them suddenly turned into pitted, beige stone, like a super hard version of the silty dirt. The trees broke ahead of them, and a large, sludgy brown lake appeared, extending a ways off into the distance.

Rey picked up the same sickly-sweet scent of the decaying bark from the forest in the gentle breeze that passed over the eerily still water. Still no insects or animals, she noted. Directly ahead, the entrance to a cave loomed from a small, ragged cliff face.

He strode confidently towards the maw of the cave, starting to undo the wraps on his arms as he walked.

When they reached it, she could see that the murky brown water was emanating from some source within it. The water transitioned from the brown sludge outside to being clearer the further they went inside; there seemed to be a spring or some other significant water source from within the cave feeding the lake, but she couldn’t see any kind of visible current pushing the water outward. The water had carved its own channel into the rock underneath of them, leaving a convenient and strangely flat path to the inside.

The inside of the cave wasn’t dark like she was expecting. Her breath caught as she noticed the thousands of tiny points of light on the ceiling. They were attached to the tips of the roots of the trees growing above them that had broken through the rock. Tiny droplets of moisture were raining down from the roots into the placid pool besides them.

Her companion had stopped just a few yards ahead of her, and she started a bit when she tore her gaze away from the ceiling to him and noticed that he was disrobing.

He’d removed the garments from his upper body and was now removing his boots. She blushed and looked away, but let her eyes drift back to him a second later. He seemed thinner than she remembered, but still muscular. Her eyes roved over his taut back and shoulders. He continued to ignore her, and done with removing his boots, he pulled down his black trousers with no hesitation and stepped out of them, now completely nude.

She spun away from him in horror – horrified with herself for continuing to stare at him when he was clearly going to get undressed, and horrified that he didn’t warn her about what he was doing first. Oh, grow up, she chided herself, scrubbing her eyes and wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. She turned back towards the water.

The pool in front of her was nearly crystal clear and seemed smooth as glass. The surface rippled gently as he lowered himself into the water, taking his clothes with him in a handful. He swirled them around a bit, then tossed them up onto the rock ledge with a wet plop.

Curious, she knelt at the edge of the water, and dipped a finger in, bringing it up to her nose to smell it. Her own hands were a bit dirty, so she wasn’t sure if she was smelling that persistent sweet scent from the dust on her skin, or the water itself. She dipped two fingers in, pulled them out and rubbed them together. The water was cool, and had a slightly silky feel between her fingertips.

She imagined that it would make her aching muscles relax if she were immersed in it like he was, but she still wasn’t convinced that it was totally safe – especially considering just who she’d be bathing with.

He seemed to be floating lazily, his face just above the surface. For the first time, he seemed relaxed.

Sighing softly to herself, she sat down and pulled her boots off. Dipping her toes in first, and then up to her calves, made her shudder with delight; the cool liquid felt wonderful against her skin. She wiggled her toes a bit, and then pulled her feet up and out. She immersed her hands in it, bringing some up to splash her face.

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He’d swum back to the ledge, and started to pull himself out of the pool. She looked off towards the mouth of the cave as he got out, determined that she wouldn’t be caught staring like some pervert.

He padded past her, dripping and carrying his sopping wet clothes in one hand. He walked to the entrance, and started laying the pieces out one by one in the sun.

She found she couldn’t look away as he passed, and her eyes roved hungrily over his retreating form.

She felt a bit...odd...like her skin had gotten tighter. Goosebumps appeared on her arms and legs, and she shivered.

She stood quickly, swaying slightly on her feet. She stumbled backwards into the wall and pressed hard against it to steady herself. She was still holding onto the Force, though her grasp on it was tenuous at best.

Her vision swam, and she saw Kylo’s form as a distant and dark blurr against the harsh light at the mouth of the cave...and then suddenly it cleared; in fact, her vision felt sharp, and as she glanced upward at the softly glowing ceiling, the amount of detail her eyes were taking in overwhelmed her. Her chest was heaving, and she was starting to panic. What was happening?

She’d been so distracted that she hadn’t noticed his return. When he spoke, his voice felt like a soft, warm breeze in her ears. “Rey…” he murmured.

Oh, he’s so close… What?

Her head lolled on her neck as she turned to gaze at him. Her cheeks and neck felt so hot. She blinked lazily at him, and wondered at how his pupils could be so large. His eyes looked black, and they were roving over her face. She saw a...hunger...in them that made her shudder hard enough that her teeth chattered.

“The water…” she stammered. Her tongue felt too large inside of her mouth. He nodded and moved closer, almost touching his chest to her own. “Yes,” he whispered, bringing a hand up to rest on her upper arm, his fingertips and thumb making lazy circles on her hyper-sensitive skin. “It would seem that you’re very sensitive to its...influence.”

He brushed his nose over her cheek, his warm breath fanning over her skin. She arched her neck in encouragement, and he didn’t disappoint. His soft lips made contact with her earlobe, nipping it gently. His head dipped below her chin, and he dragged his wet tongue brazenly up her jawline.

No thought remained in her head about resisting the touch of the man who was now laying hot, open-mouthed kisses and small nips with his teeth on her neck. She moaned loudly, arching away from the wall and attempting to press into him further. She wanted out of her clothes...NOW; she wanted his hands all over her body, manipulating her, pulling her apart.

She attacked the weapons belt around her waist first, letting it clatter to the floor when she succeeded in unbuckling it. His hands immediately dove up and under her shirt, clutching at the sides of her waist before gripping the hem of the garment and pulling it up and over her arms and head.

In a flutter of fabric, she was suddenly nude from the waist up, and her excitement grew, knowing that so much of her hot flesh was now available for him to lick, grip, bite and suck on. His fingers tore at the tie of her pants, unknotting them easily. Both of his rough, calloused hands smoothed down her sides and under her waistband, his eager fingers taking her undergarment down with her trousers.

The dull ache that had started in her core when he first approached her was now like a burning ball of fire inside her. Whatever happened next between them, she had no intention of trying to stop it. Inwardly, she was maintaining as large of a hold on the Force as she could stand, and more of its power flowed into her now than she’d ever attempted to hold. Something was driving her to grasp at more, hold more, but she didn’t know why.

He’d stopped his caresses and the passionate play of his lips and tongue on her as skin soon as she was completely nude in front of him. His eyes roved appreciatively over her, and he moistening his parted, panting lips. He stared intently at her throat as she struggled to breathe under the blinding intensity of her lust.

He began to slowly back away from her then, gesturing with his fingers that she follow. Without question she followed his retreating form into the sunlight at the mouth of the cave.

“I want to see you in the sunlight,” he said softly, wrapping an arm around her lower back and pulling her trembling form against him. She pressed her face into his chest – the sun was just too intense for her sensitive eyes. His skin felt so smooth under her cheek. Her hand lightly brushed over the scarred evidence near his shoulder of their lightsaber battle, and then up and into his hair. Her other arm had snaked around his lower back and remained still there.

She lifted up her face and blinked hard, trying to clear her vision. The crawling feeling in her skin seemed to be lessening, but the intense pulsing of her core hadn’t. With every fiber of her being, she wanted him. His hard cock pulsed against her stomach, and in a sudden fit of madness, she dropped to her knees in front of him.

She didn’t look up at him to gauge his reaction, nor did she feel the rough, sunbaked rock under her knees. All of her attention was focused on the hard, thick evidence of his need before her. She’d never touched a man this way before, but something inside of her was giving her the instinctual knowledge of what to do now to please him.

Grasping his shaft firmly in her hand, and bracing herself with her other hand near his knee, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and gently sucked his hard flesh into the moist cavern of her mouth.

He rocked forward against her, one of his hands burying itself into her hair and gripping gently. He groaned loudly as she established suction between her lips and his shaft, thrusting slowly and shallowly into her mouth. When she thought she was ready, she sought to take more of his length in, pushing the tip of his manhood against the back of her throat. His hips surged forward, and she reached her limit. She closed her eyes, letting the fingertips of her now free hand play gently with the soft globes of his sac as he thrust slowly into her, keeping an unhurried rhythm.

“Oh, Rey…” he mumbled darkly from above her, and she opened her eyes to gaze lazily up at him. “I’ve dreamed of this...dreamed of you…” He gasped, his head falling back and his other hand coming up to grip her hair tightly. She didn’t wonder at the sincerity of the softly-spoken declaration that would normally have seemed completely so out of character for him. He seemed to be enjoying what she was doing, and that was all that mattered to her. Her eyes slid shut again.

His hips stilled, and he gently extracted his hard length from between her lips, which felt numb and tingling from her efforts. Her fingertips sought his thighs, gripping lightly. Wetness was flowing freely from her aching core, and the tips of her breasts felt so tight.

She felt completely lost and awash in a confusing array of emotions, and stared numbly at the ground below her. Where she had been feeling so focused and confident before, she now felt sluggish and full of muddled, worried thoughts.

He kneeled down and scooped her easily into his arms, carrying her a few feet to where his clothing was drying in the sun. He sat her down at the edge of one of the garments, and pulled the rest to him to layer on top of each other. As he worked, she focused her gaze on a pulsing vein on his neck, fascinated.

He’d turned back to her, kneeling in front of her. He gently lifted her chin with his fingertips, gazing deeply into her eyes for a moment. She felt like she could have been trapped and locked in his gaze for all time, and that would be just fine with her. His face drew nearer and his eyelids drooped just before his lips made searing contact with her own.

This contact was all she needed for her brain and body to kick into high gear again, and she surged upwards into his kiss. Her lips slid along his and parted easily for him, and he dipped his firm tongue into her mouth, gliding sensually along her own. She moaned into him and arched her body towards him, her arms looping around his neck, trying to pull him closer.

His hands pressed along her rib cage to lay her back onto his garments, and he positioned himself over her, now plundering her mouth from above. Her hips humped the air underneath him like an animal in heat, demanding something, anything, to apply friction to the wet flesh between her thighs. She felt like he’d been wanting his touch for a thousand years, and was on the verge of pinning him down and taking things into her own hands.

He broke their kiss, pulling back slightly and smirking down at her. The knowing look on his face made her stomach do a nervous flip. She decided in that moment that if he pulled away from her and denied her what she wanted, she was going to kill him.

He nuzzled her cheek and kissed it softly. “The first time I found this water, I spent hours pleasuring myself to visions of you,” he whispered darkly into her hair.

He extracted himself from her arms and roughly flipped her onto her stomach. He palmed her ass for a moment, kneading her pert flesh, and then yanked her lower half up by her hips with his strong hands. Instinctively understanding what he was about to do, she lifted her upper body and settled onto her hands and knees, wiggling her ass a little. She breathed out a faint whimper; he was so close to fulfilling her greatest wish, and her mouth began to water at the thought of it.

The tip of his cock slid easily through her sopping, sensitive folds, and she tearfully cried out his name. He groaned deeply, gripping her hips tightly in his hands. His torso surged forward and he slammed all of his hard length into her with one stroke, and she screamed with satisfaction.

“Yes...Rey...Fuck!” he cried, his fingers digging painfully into her hips. He was buried to the hilt in her aching core, and the intensity and depth of his entry left her breathless.

She’d felt pins and needles behind her eyes when he penetrated her, and it was glorious.

She felt primal, desirable, and she wanted to give herself over completely to him. Only he could satisfy her, fill the emptiness inside of her. She shuddered with delight, arching her back and gently grinding her ass against him, trying to encourage him.

He leaned forward over her back, dipping his head down to lick a path between her tensed shoulder blades. “Tell me what you want, Rey.” His voice was low, gentle, pleading.

Her eyes slid shut, and she let her head drop slightly as a wide smile lit up her face.

“Kylo Ren...” she said, and ground herself against him for emphasis. “I want you to rip me in half.”

“My lady has spoken,” he whispered, sliding a palm over her side and lower back, then under her to cup and gently knead one of her tender breasts. His fingertips played lightly down her stomach, where he dipped two fingers between her folds, capturing some of the slick liquid that seemed to be endlessly flowing from her core.

She turned her head to gaze lazily at him over her shoulder. She watched in fascination as he brought the fingers coated in her juices to his lips, which he then proceeded to clean with his wicked tongue. She shuddered at the sight of him savoring the taste of something he’d pulled from one of her most intimate places.

“Put your head between your arms,” he quietly instructed, gently pushing down with a hand between her shoulder blades. He remained sheathed inside of her as her ass popped up into the air. He helped her part her thighs and angle her body just the way he wanted it, and then he went to work.

The depth he began to hit at this new angle from behind and above her knocked the air out of her lungs with each downward thrust, and what little air she could gasp she expelled in long, low moans between her folded arms.

She felt like his cock could reach her heart if it tried, he was so deep inside of her. His sac was slapping delightfully against her folds and clit, and the wet pops of his skin making contact with hers were like music to her ears.

She could hear his panting breaths, broken occasionally by short grunts of effort as he worked over her. She felt his sweat starting to splatter on her back, like gentle drops of rain. His hands gripped, pulled and kneaded the firm flesh of her hips. A large, tightening coil of pleasure had started to build deep inside of her as he pummeled her core, and she felt like she needed to move, flex against him, as the sensation of her wanting to explode around him grew to an uncomfortable intensity.

“Unggghh,” she cried in anticipation into the fabric underneath of her, every nerve in her body responding to the call from her core to activate in preparation for her orgasm. Never in her whole life had she wanted anything as badly as she wanted to release what he had created inside of her.

Her hands clutched in hard, tight fists at the clothing underneath of her, and her body was rocked by an intense tremor, nearly knocking her off balance. She was ready.

He emitted a choking sound from above her, and gasped. “Fuck! Rey…you’re so...” He suddenly increased his speed, but shifted his hips just enough to hammer against a spot that finally drove her over the edge.

She screamed in horrified delight as her body and mind felt like they were shattering into white-hot shards of pleasure around him. She convulsed violently between him and the cage of her arms, but he never paused in his assault on her core.

She felt like a tingling, satisfied but limp rag doll version of herself underneath of him; her mind was thick and fuzzy. Her stranglehold on the Force was the only thing that felt real – hard and white – in the background of her thoughts.

He slowed to a stop above her, gently extracting himself from her still pulsing core. She moaned softly with loss as he left her body. He maintained his grip on her hips, guiding her onto her back and then gently untangling her arms from around her face.

She was having problems keeping her eyes open, but the actions of his hands made her feel like she was being taken care of, and she remained relaxed. He spread her legs and lowered himself between them, positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance and then gliding smoothly back inside of her, groaning deeply as he entered her. He guided her to wrap her weak legs around his waist, and began grinding a slow rhythm with his hips.

She arched weakly against him, happy to have him buried inside of her again. His lips found hers briefly to slip his tongue into her moist cavern to taste her.

Between panting breaths, he began whispering things to her that made her eyes widen and the hairs on her arms stand on end.

“I came here to die, Rey.”

She gazed up at him, horrified, as his dark eyes looked sadly down on her. “I am going to die here.” He lowered his chest down onto her, and the hand near her head suddenly came up to press over her mouth so that she couldn’t respond to his disturbing declaration. Her eyes widened in alarm, but she was trapped beneath his weight and couldn’t struggle out of his hold.

His other hand slid down her opposite thigh, lifting and pushing her leg outward at the knee to give him deeper access to her, and he suddenly increased the speed of his grinding thrusts into her tensed body. Despite the horror and sadness she felt at his words, the pleasure he was stirring within her couldn’t be denied, and her eyes rolled back into her head. She was soon groaning into his hand, and droplets of his sweat began to fall gently on her face and neck.

He pressed his face against her neck, his shoulders and back straining with effort as he slowly plundered her depths. His breathing became ragged, and he tensed every few thrusts. She cried out against his hand whenever his hips rotated just enough that he brushed some place inside of her that made her back arch with pleasure.

He suddenly replaced his hand with his lips, swallowing her cries. She felt something change in the way his cock felt inside of her, like it had grown larger. He must be close...

She’d been gripping his shoulders and upper arms like she was afraid he was going to drift away; now, she brought her hands up and gently buried her fingers into his long, lanky hair, holding him close as they explored each other’s mouths.

He suddenly broke their kiss as his hips jerked sharply. His body tensed and convulsed in her arms as he emptied himself inside of her with a long, low groan, his thrusts gradually slowing.

His ragged, hot breath fanned her neck for a moment before he let all of his weight settle onto her, going completely limp as his chest heaved against hers. Her hands swept down from his hair to his shoulders, where she wrapped her arms loosely around him. She suddenly felt so small underneath of him.

After a few moments, he rolled over, pulling her along easily to rest on top of him.

In the gentle warmth of the sun, they both fell asleep.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I intend to re-visit this Rey and Kylo story in a follow-up chapter in a few weeks.

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