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The slowest burn is the most painful

Arranged Marriage Turned More

To have and to hold, you said, till death do us part, all while the sharp, swinging pendulum of obligation hung overhead. But how could you have truly meant those words? This union has been tainted from the start, forever bearing the chains of an arranged marriage. It would be understandable if you couldn't bear to look at your new life partner, eternal reminder of your stolen future that they are, much less like them.
Much less love them...

Still, things can change.

You could realize that they are in the same boat as you or, that when compared to others around you,
they are the lesser of evils. Perhaps you even open up to the idea of a friendship; at the very least,
an alliance may be in order to become a power couple in a perilous world. From that innocent decision or sense of self-preservation, a new feelings sparks. Something like affection.

Something, you realize in the wake of speeding heartbeats, like love.

Will you acknowledge this? Can the two of you have a happily ever after - happier than if you'd met in another fashion - or will you hold firm in your distaste?

how to play.

- Everybody loves "couples forged by less-than-ideal circumstances" tropes!
- Comment with your character, prefs, all that good stuff.
- Reply to others.
- IDEC where you set your threads, it's wide open. Fantasy world with hairy hobbits, old-timey lands, future AUs, do a space marriage for all I care. I'm sure they're still getting married in Star Wars or whatever.

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[ His satisfaction pours through the bond as he chases it and Rey continues to squirm with nothing to rut against, helpless and hungry and trying hard to focus not on her own need for friction but on keeping herself from gagging around his cock as it presses into her throat with each thrust.

He's close, though, and she can feel it. Staying attuned to him is the only way to keep herself present and focused and not lose herself to need and succumb to the urge to cough and choke and tear herself away. So she also picks up on that latent urge, the one that wants to see her fight him. But like, reason (and human decency) says that if she just started doing that he'd probably actually stop and then he'd just be blue-balled.

To circumvent this, she touches his mind, exchanges her awareness of the impression Hux is probably getting — of her humbled and put in her place. Just impressions, but with them, she also pleads — ]

( Talk to me, Ben. )

[ Permission, first. ]

( Let them hear how much you like that I can't complain with your cock in my throat. You found a way to shut me up. Remind me of my place. These concessions are nothing. I'm nothing. Just a place for you to put your cock. Make sure they know it's me. )

[ Otherwise it could just be some whore he'd found to wipe the taste of her out of his mouth. She couldn't stand hearing that. ]

[ He should be less surprised that she's into this than he is, but I mean--- He's still surprised. Growing a heart and emotions and feelings somehow means he cares for her own comfort more than his own and this is all a new wild ride. And he slows the pace of his hips some. Both to ease his own oncoming orgasm and be able to concentrate-- and also to check into their bond and make sure she's really okay.

But she's fine, more than fine really. And he can relax.

As much as one can relax with their cock in someone's mouth I suppose.

So give him a second to get into Kylo Ren more than Ben Solo--

Not that Ben Solo's against dirty talk... just that Ben Solo wOULD NEVER DO THIS SHIT WITH AN AUDIENCE. ]

You're never to complain about your accommodations again, scavenger. [ That's practically said on a gasp-- his voice is rough, as if it's been tossed through a gravel pit. He tries to swallow to ease it, but-- yeah. It ain't doin' much. You just get Full Stupid Sexy Kylo Ren voice going on here.

And-- the call falls quiet. Someone tries to speak up and it's clear that Hux shushes them quickly.

He's definitely getting off on this and Kylo will murder him for it. ] Unless you like my cock down your throat.

[ He doesn't speed up his thrusts again immediately. The pleasure coarsing through him is too powerful, way too much at once and-- the slow slick slide of his member filling her mouth is something perverse to hear. The idea that they could know exactly how he's fucking her right now makes him harder.

He tugs at her hair, pulls her on to his cock. ]

( Fight me. I won't stop. )

[ And on this day we all needed jesus. ]

[ The hardest part of this is not moaning like a bitch in heat the minute his voice rumbles over her. Liquid desire shoots through her veins, and she's dripping with it, a stickiness apparent each time her thighs brush together, trickling along the curve of her ass.

She grunts instead as the head of his cock hits the back of her throat, the first sound of struggle released in answer to the way he pulls at her hair. The sharp sting translates in its own way to pleasure, as does the promise of his control. He's slowed his pace for her, and he's keeping that line of communication open to keep her comfortable. Her eyes drift up to find his, wide and wet and eager and above all else trusting.

He needs her like this. Not just on the level of how many ways this is cleaning up their earlier mess and placating Hux, but she can feel him pivot and access the darker parts of himself. That wellspring of suppressed anger and violence, and she's not just a receptacle for it, but a force that draws it out of him and demands that he confront and engage it. Frankly he'd be a wreck without her.

So she helps him. She raises her hands to push at his hips, grunts, tries to struggle back. The panicked noise she makes leans on a sob, a plea, muffled by his cock filling her mouth at that steady pace. Her whole body thrashes with the effort to try and get him off of her — she doesn't hold back because in her present position, he has not just his own bulk on his side, but leverage and position.

The tears slip out of her eyes, run down her cheeks as her shifting strains his grip on her hair. It catches her off guard and it stings, the pain then warming her scalp. ]

[ The hilarious thing is-- if any of this makes it back to the Resistance, they'll have to both deny that there was ever any non-consensual contact and then act ignorant to fucking in front of an audience. Mostly because Kylo is fairly sure Leia may want to murder him for doing something so entirely reckless.

His breath is heavy, punctuated by the wet choking around his cock. He drives into her and she's forced to take it. Victim to his will and desire. He takes control by the throat, some part of him relishing in that alone.

And then Hux speaks.

'Supreme Leader, if I--'

Oh please, Hux. Be a good temporary sex toy and know your place. ]

Silence.

[ He can almost hear Hux's teeth clack together at the command-- he wonders briefly if the general is imagining doing this to Rey or taking his cock in the same manner as Rey. But that thought isn't important. Especially as Rey's hands push at his hips.

He can offer her punishment if that's what she wants.

Briefly, he entertains the idea of restraining her hands, but as of now he likes the way she struggles and pushes at him. So he'll leave the restraint for later, fingers digging into the sheets as he fucks her mouth. He drags her head forward until her nose is buried in his pubic hair-- a gasping moan accompanies the movement, sight filling with stars as he is pushed closer to the edge. And he holds here there, not thrusting in to her, but grinding against her face. ]

[ The effort to drag her forward is met with resistance as her fingers scrape and dig into his hip bones to try and hold herself back, but ultimately he wins. And for her efforts, the final stab is sharper, more jarring, and she grunts around him again, trying not to choke.

She tries to say something; it's muffled by her full mouth, but the tone gets through. Something firmly pleading, as though trying to solicit his attention, to appeal to some better nature, but it's silenced by the slow grind of his hips, which causes the head of his cock to tickle the back of her throat. It squeezes around him reflexively, on and off, and she's forced to the verge of gagging.

Her chest seizes up with it, and the muscles in her throat tense and twitching with the effort not to retch. She suppresses it the only way she knows how — slurping at him, swallowing down the thick saliva that has gathered in her mouth.

In isolation, it's the sound of submission. The reluctant breaking of her will. She sucks the whole of his length, even though he's already as deep as he could possibly go, her tongue undulating with the effort along the underside of his length, her cheeks hollowing with it. The tears continue to slip down her face, but this time they gather in the mess of dark wiry hair that's pressed into her face. ]

[ He's gasping for breath and their audience is all but forgotten to him. The warm velvet of her mouth pulls him closer to the edge, and the way her hands scramble at his skin and her throat jerks around him sends rippling waves of pleasure through his system. His eyes close as his chest heaves and his primal need for stimulation takes over.

Both of his hands link in her hair now. Keeping her tucked close and pulling her around his entire length as he moves his hips at a more frantic pace. He can feel the slip of her saliva, the way she withes under him, his head hitting the back of her throat and finally it's all too much. When he comes he holds her against him, pulled as tightly as possible with both of his hands against his hips as he jerks and releases within her mouth. A sharp moaning cry is her only warning and even then it won't be enough, he's literally choking her on his cock at this point.

Only when he's finished do his fingers ease up in the slightest. His mind wiped clean, he has to take slow, deep breaths before he can come back to himself.

His first concern? Looking down to check on Rey, and see what a mess he's made of her.

Hux could be saying something right now and he doesn't even care. He'll get to that in a moment. ]

[ She scrambles beneath him, fingernails scraping against his hips, hands slapping at skin, right up to and past the moment he comes in thick, hot jets down her throat. She tries to swallow, but has to push him back away from her and descend into a coughing fit instead, rolling onto her side beneath him, curled up slightly.

The result, by the time he looks down to see her, is a portrait of bruised lips and wet eyes and flushed cheeks. Her fingers across her mouth, smearing semen that she had dislodged from her throat. Each breath is belabored, heaving her chest, and she fights to figure out how to swallow normally again.

Her jaw aches with abuse. At this rate they're gonna need to invest in a ring gag. She rubs at it as another couple coughs clear her throat. Then she glances at the comm on the bed, keenly aware of the silence on the other end.

She spits into her hand. The saliva is thickened with traces of his cum. Rey smears it between her fingers and pushes her hand down between her thighs to rub at her aching cunt, soothing the throbbing need for attention that has gone ignored for so long. For only a moment, her eyes flicker shut in relief.

Somewhere on the other end, it will only sound like spitting Kylo's cum out of her mouth, disgusted but cowed into silence. She looks back at Ben, a trepidation there. She needs his embrace, the warm and steady reminder that this is only a game they play and that she is worth everything to him, but she can't ask for it just now. ]

[ He needs a moment to gather himself. He's feeling thoroughly fucked and his body is tingling from his release. The moment he realizes what she needs, however, he's in action. Carefully shuffling his legs from where they are over her shoulders and back on to the bed, with that done he'll reach for her and pull her up into his lap. Arms wrapped around her middle as he first sucks at the corners of her mouth, cleaning himself from her, and then presses his lips to her cheek. A quick and silent exchange, a reassurance among the violence.

But he does need to speak.

He draws away from Rey's cheek and speaks in gravelly intonations. Still overtly affected by the act. ]

You're not finished yet. [ It's intentionally unclear who that's for. ] Continue, General Hux.

[ Which hilariously causes the man to stutter and stumble over his sentence-- as if he was in the middle of pleasuring himself which

I mean the only reason that wouldn't be true is he's probably actually in a room with whoever the fuck else was on the call. Did we even ever specify anyone else was on the call? Whatever. Either way. If there are other ppl there, he's probably not jacking it.

Oh and, yeah right, he's not letting Rey off.

Of course he wanted to hold her close. Feel the clamminess of her skin against his. And kiss and lick her cum stained face because it was wholly attractive and his. But. He had another motive. That motive will become clear as he reaches over and under her ass and presses his fingers along her aching cunt. ]

( You can keep fighting me if you desire. )

[ He says that so she knows the game can still be on if she's up for it. But you know.

IF SHE NEEDS A BREAK AFTER NEARLY DISLOCATING HER JAW WITH DICK THATS COOL TOO. ]

[ He wraps himself around her, soothes her with soft kisses that suck away the evidence from her bruised mouth. It's gentle and warm and her whole body shudders in his embrace, as though releasing something painful that she's been clinging onto for some time. He manages to divide his attention between her and the General, and frankly Rey is appalled by how elegantly he does it. She doesn't have that in her.

She ducks her head against his neck, presses her forehead there, as his fingers slide along her folds, already slippery with need and spit. Her next breath is rasped, unprepared. Some scowling, envious part of herself wants to scorn the offer to fight him off; she tries to convince herself that it's turning their intimacy into a tool.

But it isn't. It's if you desire. It's turning Hux into a tool of their intimacy, and she can recognize that.

She whines, squirms, pushes her heels into the mattress and twists her body in his arms. A more pronounced whimper slips out, not quite coherent enough to be a stronger denial yet. She's getting there. He's cradling her, though, and some dazed part of her wants to sink into that, to be cared for and nurtured and lulled into security. ]

No.

[ The word scratches out of her throat, a croak more than a statement. Testament to how well-used she already is. ]

Let me go.

[ He's honestly a little surprised she wants to continue given how exhausted she feels. But he's not about to fight her on what she wants so. Lets just continue this sin bucket.

Hux stutters over his words, now aware that Kylo hasn't finished forcing himself on his Fiancee. Maybe this finance report isn't so importan-- ]

Ignore her and continue.

[ His words rumble through his chest as he pulls Rey closer to him with his arm, trying to pin her body to his own as he presses his fingers inside of her and starts to pump them in and out. She's so slick by now it's easy, warm velvet heat clamping around his digits which sends pulsing waves of need through him.

He leans down, sealing his mouth over her own. It's a dazed passionate kiss. Not leaving much room for breath or thoughts. Hux is definitely gonna tug himself off to the noises he's hearing later. Her protesting, the slick sounds of him violating her cunt and the soft wet clash of tongues and teeth. Man, dude may ust try to find some way to spy on them.

Kylo: Hey Rey you seemed super in to that rape today
Rey: Yeah so
Kylo: Wanna do it in front of hux? FOR REAL?
Rey:!?!?!?!??!?!

Idek. Throws pure alcohol on everyone. ]

[ Her whining persists, pressed into his mouth, a guilty mixture of resistance and satisfaction. A dubious upbringing in the Jakku desert has sheltered her from the kind of shame that would make her feel wrong or dirty for getting off on this like she is, but she slips easily into the act because all too recently it had possessed a separate, more authentic appeal.

The idea that he might be exactly this sort of man, that he might commit to that darkness, had occurred to and privately tempted her. She wants him, indisputably. But she can recall the real fear that he would want only to possess and break her like this, and she feared how it spoke to her, knowing she could never actually give into it.

Now she can have both.

That he only addresses Hux directly and not her only furthers the point. She gets treated like an accessory to this conversation, not a participant, yet she knows that on a deeper level she's his sole focus.

She can't fight. She tries, gets her elbow against his ribs with a grunt and everything, but with his arm secured like a bar around her middle, clamping her against him, she can't get the momentum to get her hips away. Eventually, her efforts to thrash her hips turn into thrusts, rocking down to take more of his fingers into her, to get him in to the knuckle and try to control the speed and positioning. ]

Stop. [ She interrupts the kiss with this, forced out. Protest and violence hasn't worked, so she takes up a new tactic. ] Please. Please stop, I can't—

[ He pulls a groan from her as he thrusts his fingertips at just the right spot in her tight little cunt. Rey's hips tremble in the wake of it and she makes every effort to still herself so she can feel it again. ]

[ He sinks his fingers deeper into her, curling them inside of her searching for the spot that makes her sing. There's no attempt to stifle her cries this time, he's enjoying Hux trying to talk over her and pretending that it's not happening at all. Make those miserable balding douche fascists squirm in their seats a bit while he works.

He changes the focus of his mouth to her jaw and neck. Loud, searing kisses being pressed along her pulse, his breath coming out in hot puffs to cool at the spit he leaves behind in stringing trails. The only way he can stop himself from marking her is dragging his teeth along the sensitive flesh. She is his entirely. This was theirs. Fuck, at this point the entire galaxy is theirs.

And fuck him, his dick is on teenager brain right now. He's not exactly hard yet, but her squirming and fighting and this being done in front of an unwilling audience is starting to get him there. He'll try and keep his mind away from that, deciding to focus on adding a third finger to fucking her like this. There's more resistance this time, he can feel her walls fluttering and constricting, as if to push him out-- but he persists. Pushing in her a deep as his fingers can get, making her his. ]

[ The wet walls of her cunt bear down around him — the illusion of trying to force him out, created by how close she teeters to her climax. His third finger pushes it just to the brink of too much, shattering the precarious hold she had on herself, drawing a very genuine keening sound out of her as it stretches her open. His fingers are huge next to hers, and she feels stuffed and overwhelmed by this bruising pace.

That's what he wants, of course. That's what they both want. Only the wet sounds of her pleasure and the droning of Hux's voice fill the air between them, and even Rey has to admit that she never expected to be able to get off while listening to Hux go on about financials. ]

No, no. [ She pants out the words, her heels digging into the mattress as she lifts herself away from his hand. ] No. It's too much. It hurts. [ On the last, her voice cracks. But it's such a pleasant hurt, warm and promising. This time her rocking bumps her ass against his cock and she sucks in a shuddering breath. ]

No, no, no, no. [ She keeps repeating this as though fearful of how stiff he has begun to get again. ] Don't do this.

[ But the track of her mind is a completely separate animal. Still incoherent with pleasure, it's instead filled with pleas of how good it feels, how close she is, how badly she wants to come. ]

( Talk to me, Ben. Break me. Let them know how kriffing wet you make me. )

[ Hux has to speak louder to get anything in over her cries. Just now it faintly occurs to Kylo how horrifying this would be for Rey if it was real. She can't even call for help, because it's obvious no one cared about her being raped in real time.

Gosh. He's really going to enjoy ousting these assholes. And definitely kill Hux. Don't forget that. That is the number one use of Hux, being murdered.

But she's enjoying the loss of control, the humiliation. Her choices being ripped from her so she's helpless all at once. He has to take a breath to speak, it's a shuddering exhale as he regains his bearings. ] You want this, stop trying to deny it scavenger.

[ His voice is low and a bit quiet, trying not to speak over Hux. Make it more like the people on the line are overhearing something, that this isn't all just them being used for this weird fetish of theirs.

And then her ass rubs against his hardening dick and he groans softly. Vaguely remembering that this had originally been a test of how quiet he could stay. Whoops.

He jerks his fingers against her more slowly, rubbing inside of her and drawing her to that edge. All this friction is just doing Wonders for his dick right now and he decides to give her an offer. ] You're so wet I could bury myself into you all the way.

[ --huh.

They probably don't know that she isn't a virgin anymore. Yikes. This is so much yikes on their part like. Cool. Let's just sit around and let his girl violently lose her virginity and be raped while we talk about how we need to restructure the finances regarding our fleet up-keep and maintenance. ] Is that what you want?

It doesn't have to be like this.

[ She croaks out, the lone clear sentence, a true Jedi's appeal even in the midst of the horrors they must imagine are being levied upon her broken body.

She can't help it. She shatters, coming apart on top of him in a thrashing, whimpering mess. More than once she bumps against his cock in the process of convulsing her way through that climax, his fingers still pumping pointedly up into her, each slow thrust hitting precisely the right place.

A string of helpless babble slips out, more 'no' and 'please' and 'I can't' despite the fact that she's choking down pleased moans as a fresh surge of fluid pours down over his fingers, coating her inside and out, sluicing the way. It's the anticipation and the targeted work of his fingers and the low hum of his voice that does it. He does not make a show of his goading, his coaxing offer to her. ]

[ Hux clears his throat uncomfortably and Kylo vaguely realizes if this makes it back to the Resistance, they are gonna have a helluvatime explaining themselves. Perhaps they could just use outright denial as another weapon. But that's a worry for another time. A time when she isn't soaking his fingers and trembling for him.

He takes the moment of her climax to work her through it, continuing to press his fingers deep in to her tight cunt, drawing it out as his lips find her cheek and press a kiss there. It isn't precise, he kinda misses and hits near the bridge of her nose, but it serves it's purpose of being warm affection right before he takes the arm that was around her middle and presses it to between her shoulder blade. In one swift movement she's being shoved down on to the bed, the weight of her body combined with the force of the movement causing the noise to translate through the comm line loud and clear.

No one makes a sound to stop him, inquire what's going on, they all carry on as if nothing was happening. It's a disgusting reminder of how powerful he is, unquestioned and how reprehensible the company he keeps is as well. ]

You're right. [ He doesn't give her much time to recover from the blow or her orgasm. She's probably still going through the aftershocks right now, shivering and breathless. He tugs at her hips and pulls them up off the bed just enough, fingers digging into her flesh as one hand runs along her dripping desire-- drawing out overwhelming pleasure from her, abusing the oversensitive flesh and making her body sing for him.

At this point, he can hardly see straight from pleasure. He wants her in every way at once. His cock is screaming at him and every inch of his body needs her. He's shaking himself from all of this. Stimulated to the point of near pain, but far too enraptured to stop. He presses one of his hands to the middle of her back as he shifts and begins to move again. ] But you chose this path when you surrendered.

[ A few slick strokes along his cock before he presses the tip along her red swollen folds and shoves into her all the way down to the hilt in one motion. ]

[ That soft note of affection penetrates the haze of her climax, the shuddering overwhelmed undoing that she has reached. As a result, she is dizzy and drunk with pleasure, not fear, when he bends her over, pressing her into the mattress. Every breath she draws comes heavy in her throat, wheezed like an effort to recover, polluting the sound quality of the comm channel with her satisfaction.

They're going about their business. She stares at it while he brushes his fingertips against her oversensitive sex. She twitches with it, whimpers. They're just going to let it happen. Even in play, that is hard for Rey to confront — because for them it is real. She had hoped to believe the best in everyone, but there is something frightening in this honesty.

She is nothing to them. A prisoner. A slave to Kylo's pleasure.

He drives into her and she cries out, a prolonged keening sound. Despite her slick, her cunt is tight with climax and anticipation, squeezing him hard, making him feel even bigger than he is as he hits home. ]

Please.

[ She's not sure what she's begging for now — that he stop or continue. The resolve seems to have crumbled in her voice. ]

It hurts.

[ But she starts to ease herself in rocking motions against him. ]

[ He identifies her feeling of fear before anything else. It crack through the pleasure like white hot lightening. For that reason alone he pauses momentarily, digging through it before understanding.

Right. Of course.

The thing he had noticed earlier. It hadn't bothered him much before, the company he had kept. He hadn't thought of it really. He and Snoke were separate entities from the officers and the military. They were tools to be use, beneath them.

And then Rey came bursting into his life, digging her fingers in those cracks, those things he brushed off. Opened his eyes and mind to how monstrous he'd let himself become. And, not in any of the ways he had thought of it before, but truly in where he had decided to end up.

Every moment since the Resistance had declared their surrender he felt his identities fighting. Waning and waxing like a moon, unable to decide where to end up... And now-- fucking his fiancee violently while a committee of terrible men listened on nonchalantly, it seems this is some culmination of all of that.

Despite his hesitation, she won't have to wait very long until he starts to rut into her. She's tight around his cock and it's amazing he has any coherence of thought. All of this has woken something hungry and primal in him. But his need to reassure her is stronger than his need to dominate her and fuck her.

I guess that could be called character development???

Still, as his hips gain speed and there's the tell tale sound of slapping skin an the wet squelch of them coming together, he presses one of his hands over hers. His fingers running along the back of her hand gingerly. ]

( You're okay. I love you, Rey. )

[ A reassurance in the middle of this madness. He roots himself more deeply within her and has to bite back a lewd moan as he feels as though he's running out of air to breathe. ]

I don't care. [ Clipped and harsh. He can hardly find more coherent words at this moment in time. His grunts and moans tell the rest of the story for him, in any case. He doesn't care because he's enjoying this. Enjoying taking pleasure from her for himself. Using her body like a rag as she pleads with him. It didn't matter any longer. She was his to do with as he pleased. ] You'll take every inch.

[ At that he slams his hips against her harder. Sharp and punctuated-- hard to miss on the other end of the comm. ]

[ He holds her. Even in this, he holds her, cups his hand on top of hers, and she splays her fingers so they can interlace with his, holding him back as best she can while she still grips at the sheet to brace herself for his punishing thrusts. He's a lot to take. Not just his size, but his strength, and Rey can feel a grunt of air expelled with every push just from the way he knocks the air out of her. It punctuates the rhythm he sets.

She bites down on a mouthful of sheet to swallow her grunt, trying to hold it in. It gives off the affect that she has not gotten anywhere, and now means to smother her cries rather than give them up for those listening. ]

( I love you. )

[ She waits to say it until she's biting down hard and positive that it won't come out her mouth instead of across their bond. But then it's repeated, over and over again, a steady stream of desperate clinging need for him.

And in that connection she can feel how much he enjoys using her like this. Possessing her so wholly, taking control over her and destroying her as he sees fit to satisfy his own needs. There's something dark in that which Rey can understand. She needs to possess him too. Something dark answers the call in her, a rumbling wave of satisfaction that someone can want her in that way, so deeply, so primally.

Despite the violence, then, she can feel another climax cresting. The angle helps it along, and she spreads her knees to get it right, allowing her shoulders to sink more pointedly into the bed, arching her back and pushing her ass towards him.

The resulting keen of pleasure is suitably anguished, filled with shame that she is allowing them to hear her satisfaction — but not that she finds her satisfaction in this. No, never that. Ben's ability to find fulfillment here has assuaged any of those doubts. He is here with her, rejoicing in this as she is. If indeed this lewd act makes a monster of either of them, then at least they are monsters together.

Hux finally passes comment on it in the course of his financial reports; 'It sounds like our Empress is, erm, coming around. Which should smooth matters considerably with the Mon Calamari.' Chuckles all around. Soulless, all of them. ]

[ It's violent and perverse. He takes from her over and over, every time his hips meet hers and he feels her cunt squeeze around him. And then she's coming again, it's perfect. It's so fucking perfect he's seeing stars before he comes. His breath is stuttered and choked, A few harsh snaps of his hips against hers and he holds her hips against his as he releases in her. Hux's joke is lost on his ears. All he knows is the sound of her wheezing breath, the feeling of satisfaction between them and-- she is what is important. She's all he needs.

He wants to take are of her-- really he does but leaving in the middle of this report no matter how... distracted he was, won't do. They needed to see this act to the finish and beyond it. And Hux needed to be put in his place.

He pulls himself from her over sensitive sex with a wet noise, sitting up so he's kneeling behind her, and let's her collapse into a pile of limbs in front of him. He won't give her much time before he barks one last order: ]

Clean the mess you made on me, scavenger.

[ The chuckles die down and he hopes they all understand that a monster is in charge here. It wouldn't do to have them thinking they could challenge him.

Also yes Rey, he expect you to lick and slurp at your combined fluids on his softened dick while he finishes this call off in the most prickish way possible ]

Is that all you have to report General Hux? [ His tone is annoyed combined with that husky sex voice it is a confusing time for one Armitage Hux who is probably wondering about his incel rage life rn. ] Or would you like to request an individual audience with me later?

[ y i k e s ]

[ She collapses with a groan, spent, a pile of jellied limbs and buzzing satisfaction and vulnerability, aching for some validation, some praise that she has done well and made him happy. Given him what he wanted. Instead, he barks another order. She flinches, slightly, drawn from her boneless relaxation back to action.

Slowly, dazed and half-drunk, she turns herself to face him, brings her mouth to his softening cock. The kiss is soft at first, her tongue careful, but once she tastes their mixed fluids, it spurs her on. More than that, she sees another opportunity to earn that praise she wants. She laps at him, forgetting to resist, to bicker, to complain.

And soon the wet sounds grow louder as she starts to suck at his skin, taking his whole flaccid dick into her mouth to clean it off with the rub of her tongue. Slurping takes the forefront because she has to pull back to swallow, and even then there's little hope for not making a mess of herself at least. Some leaks past her lips, dribbles down her chin, as she looks up at him, red-faced and well-fucked.

Then she continues, cycling through until she's just cleaning her own saliva off again and again. ]

[ Hux stammers and you can practically feel the awkward silence in the room on Kylo's side of the comm. He's caught either by the audacity of Kylo Ren to imply that Hux delivers himself to be raped or... perhaps Hux seems to enjoy the idea too much. Kylo isn't examining it too hard right now.

Rey's velvet tongue and the soft suction of her lips is thoroughly distracting as his cock screams in pure white hot pleasure. Over-stimulated and twitching at her attention. It wants a break but it also wants her to just. Be sucking his cock all the time.

However, it's easy to see he enjoys the touch. Kylo groans softly and pulls her head closer to his cock and balls an encouraging touch as she continues to make a mess of herself. He even starts to roll his hips against her face gently. ]

Good girl. [ A soft murmured praise as her mouth works on him so deliciously.

This is the point Hux realizes he probably shouldn't sign up for this life right now.

'That won't be necessary, we're finished for the time being.'

Oh thank Christ. Get the fuck outta here you old ball sacks. This will teach you to spring unplanned meetings on him. And here I'll give Tifa a shot to add anymore commentary from hux on this generally dubious and weird bout of Super Con Non Con. If not he's just gonna hang up and go have a shame whack off session. ]

[ She's his good girl. The gentle guidance of his hand is only affirmation of that, and she takes to it like a broken luggabeast to the bit. She tilts her head at his guidance, leans in closer, works his cock in her mouth as he thrusts into it, despite the impotence of the act. He won't achieve an erection again. Not so soon. But there's something soothing and intimate in the way she cleans him, sucks him, soothes him.

And in the way he praises her for it.

Sure enough, Hux offers snappish goodbyes and disappears off the line right as Rey pops off his cock again, peering up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. She's worn down, fatigued by the perpetuity of their exercises, and emotionally wrought with the brutality that came with. She needs him, but she doesn't know how to ask except with those big, hazel eyes. ]

[ The tension in his shoulders uncoils just a bit when Hux ends the call. Finally the performance can end for the moment. He keeps her face tucked close to his pelvis until Hux is certainly gone and not about to call again, and then he nearly collapses on to the bed. His entire body is buzzing and humming with his release, with the feel of Rey squeezing him and struggling against him and sucking his cock through and after their fucking.

He coils an arm about her waist as he melts down into the sheets. He pulls her tight to his front and kisses her thoroughly, who gave a single fuck about his cum on her at this moment he wants to taste it. Taste her. Realize she was owned by him and she wanted him in every way. He licks a her face and cleans the mess he made and murmurs softly. ] I love you. [ He's practically delirious. He's never felt so boneless in his life. ]

[ When he pulls her up to him, Rey is still in that sub space, that quiet voice telling her to obey and trust him and supplicate herself to him, and so she moves at his behest, curls up on top of him like he seems to want her, and presents her face for cleaning as he kisses and licks across it. That closeness welcomes a blooming warmth within her, but it doesn't help her ease out of it quite yet. She's suspended, fragile, itching for some more substantial comfort.

But he loves her, and she loves him, and everything feels so raw and alive right now. ]

I love you too.

[ It winds her to say it because it's such a sudden switch from where she'd been, how he'd been handling her. ]

that's ok i apparently forgot how to musebox the past like ... 3 days

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icon cause he's reachin for that booty

he always reachin for that booty

Ah a non anxiety inducing thread

FOR SOME REASON

I mean unless we do actual noncon. this is super con non con. No anxiety in consent

"super con non con"

WHAT THE FUCK ELSE WOULD YOU CALL THIS??

i don't think there's a word for this

Yikes. Yikes is the word we're lookin' for

touché

Rey's just never gonna walk straight ever again tbh.

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We are the 99 percent ig or the 1% who own the 99%

we are the 1% who own 99% of the comments

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