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Cantonica. For some, a playground of casinos, nightlife and debauchery. To others, an artificial prison fuelled by hedonism and self indulgence. 

To Kylo Ren, it was simply another inconsequential planet with inconsequential inhabitants - one of whom was presently talking his ear off about some successful trade deal he had just brokered. 

Lord Kerran - who was not actually a lord at all - was the wealthiest private money lender in the Outer Rim. With a tall and wiry build, he made his way through life with the aid of a gold walking stick and a deceptively charming attitude. The man had amassed his fortune through shady lending tactics and ruthless debt collection methods that ensured he always received a return on his 'investments', as he put it. Consequently, it was no surprise that he should come to call the planet's capital, Canto Bight, home.

Fuck, thought Kylo Ren. A whole week of listening to this halfwit. 

It had been under the advice of Snoke that he and General Hux were to personally appeal to the lord, in hopes of securing possibly the largest monetary handout from a single lender the galaxy had ever seen. An envoy simply would not suffice, Snoke had said. They needed to ensure Kerran's absolute cooperation. Plus, their combined presence would serve as a reminder that the Order was not to be double crossed - Hux, serving as an example of the Order's strategic prowess and cunning, while Ren's foreboding presence acted as a reminder that Kerran's skull could be crushed with the single flick of a wrist. 

They had hardly been in the man's presence for an hour, and already Ren was imagining what such an act would feel like. 

Accompanied by a small squadron of troopers, Ren and the General followed behind Kerran as he continued his grand tour of the manor. With white marble columns lining the walls of the hall, the gilded ceilings seemed to shine from the brightness of the room - despite the fact that it was evening. Having forgone any sort of glass in favour of open archways and balconies, the late ocean breeze drifted in from outside, and for a moment Ren could almost admire its beauty - but knowing that even the sea was man-made seemed to ruin the illusion. 

As the older man made his way up a set of ornately carved stairs, he motioned for the pair to join him. 

"Now this, gentlemen, is where I do all my entertaining," he said, absently twirling the ends of his pencil moustache. As they reached his station, the pair were met with the sight of an excessively long dining table, made of the same marble as that of the columns, floor and walls. 

The breeze was picking up now, and Ren turned to his left to see that the table faced out onto one of Kerran's open balconies, with several arches framing the city skyline of Canto Bight and the coastal cliffs it was built on top of. 

"You certainly have an eye for detail," Hux said in his tone reserved for those who were more deserving of a punch to the face than politeness. Though to anyone who had not spent time with the General, he appeared ever the gentleman. 

Kerran scoffed in faux humility. "Alas, I cannot lay claim to such praise, General. My architect is to thank for this spectacle," he said while motioning around the gaudy interior of the villa. "I simply chose the materials and furnishings," he added, seeming to think himself modest in his assertions. 

No kidding, thought Ren. He had yet to hear a word out of the lord's mouth that was not either boasting about his wealth or complimenting his own choice in interior design. 

"And how well you have chosen," Hux finished with a smile that was lacking in all emotion. "May we sit?" he asked, evidently wishing to get straight into negotiations and leave this deplorable city. 

"Why of course, I shall call for some wine," the lord announced, clicking his fingers at a young man draped in a white toga-like garment that covered only half his chest. With a quick nod, the servant scurried away to fulfil his master's request. 

The group of troopers that had accompanied them stuck to the walls, seeming to blend into the white interior. 

Once the three men were seated, Hux leaned forward in his chair, steepling his fingers just below his lips. "Lord Kerran, as made evident within my correspondence, we have come here to-"

"My good fellow, we have all week to discuss such proceedings," Kerran interrupted casually, taking a grape from the bowl of overflowing fruit before them. Popping it into his mouth, a small bead of purple juice dripped from the corner of his lips, causing the General's polite façade to drop for a moment in favour of a look of disgust. 

"Yes... I suppose you are right," Hux relented, plastering another fake smile and sitting back in his chair. 

It was then that Kerran and Hux turned their attention to Ren, who was yet to say or do anything other than look foreboding. 

Both Kylo and the General knew how important this deal was, so had agreed on the flight over that Hux should do most of the negotiating. Only if the situation called for it was Kylo to get involved. 

Though it seemed things were not going according to plan. 

"Commander Kylo Ren, I do not think we have had the pleasure of a proper conversation. What do you think of my villa?" Kerran asked, obviously fishing for compliments. But Ren could sense something more behind his words; it was as if he were testing the waters - seeing how much power he could wield over them, and by extension, the First Order.

Kissing the lord's arse would signify how desperate they were for these funds. 

In truth, they were in dire need of the credits - as all reputable banks and lenders had denied the request of such a large sum. Additionally, they had made many enemies among the wealthy when they destroyed the Hosnian system, as it had irreparably disrupted trade for months on end. 

Ren had too much pride to be an arse kisser. 

"I have not had sufficient time to form an opinion," he spoke for the first time, with much of his seething hatred hidden through his mask's voice encoder. 

Having now accepted a glass of strangely tinted pink wine from his servant, Kerran had to do a double take at Ren's words. "Oh? You are of the observant type, I see. You wish for the true Canto Bight experience before you make up your mind? Let us start then with dinner and some wine," he proclaimed, clearly offput by Ren's unwillingness to bend to the will of others. 

Hux looked uneasily between the lord and the commander, unsure of what angle Ren was playing at. 

"That will not be necessary, I am to take my meals in my quarters," Ren replied robotically, motioning slightly to his helmet. 

Under no circumstances was he going to reveal his face to that slimy excuse of a man. In showing that he was human, Kylo would essentially be showing Kerran a weakness of the First Order - and he could not afford that on such an important mission. 

Kerran seemed to realise his mistake, nodding in acceptance. "Forgive me, commander. I shall respect your... religion. Though I hope I can still interest you in some entertainment this evening?" he said slyly. 

Ren could not quite gauge Kerran's meaning, and before he had the chance to delve into his mind, the General replied for him, "Yes, after our days travelling we could do with some entertaining." He followed this up with a large gulp of the pink wine. 

As Kerran once more called for his servant boy, Hux shot Ren an angered glare, questioning what he was doing not playing into Kerran's whims. 

His mask simply stared back, void of any emotion, until his head whipped around at the sound of a door banging open. 

At either end of the table, two wooden doors stood wide open, and from the rooms within came a flurry of bright colours. 

As they fluttered down the length of the table, Kylo came to realise that the colours were an assortment of bejewelled clothing, belonging to very scantily clad, very young women. 

"Gentlemen, may I present my most prized possessions: my concubines," he said proudly. 

It should have come as no surprise to Kylo that someone as corrupt and wealthy as Kerran would employ women of such services. However, the sheer number of them that he possessed seemed entirely too indulgent - even for Kerran. It simply served as the ultimate reminder of the man's hedonism. 

As the concubines closed in on the men, shrill sighs and giggles could be heard from within the crowd, obviously a taught behaviour their lord was likely fond of. Kylo was grimacing under his helmet. 

 Had Kerran slept with every one of them? There seemed to be at least thirty of them in the room, and Kylo supposed that there were likely more within the villa. How he shared his time with each lady, Ren did not want to know. Nor did he care - for he was there for the sole reason of securing funds. After no reputable banks would do so, Kerran had been their only option with a portfolio large enough to accommodate the size of their request. With the recent loss of their fleet of supply carriers at the hands of the Resistance, the matter had never been more pressing - and yet, here sat the leaders of the First Order, drinking wine and awaiting a lap dance from a whore. 

Ren had yet to even acknowledge the presence of the women in the room, though the same could not be said for his companion. 

"Ooh, what do we have here. A general, is it?" asked one of the bolder ladies, as she ran her hand up and down the expanse of Hux's arm. 

The pure distress in the General's eyes almost made Ren laugh. Armitage had crafted a very respected and imposing public persona over the years, yet Ren could see the act begin to fall as sweat began to bead upon his forehead. 

It had been his plan to play into Kerran's whims, had it not? So why would Hux be backing out now?

It took but a moment for that question to be answered, when the concubine who was accosting Hux finally turned her face Ren's way. 

Kylo could appreciate the beauty of a younger woman, but this concubine looked hardly old enough to have seen her first moon - let alone be pleasuring the likes of Vaz Kerran. 

The man in question chuckled. "Do not fret, General. She is of age. Though when I employed her she was but a girl, I saved her virtue until it was time."

"How very benevolent of you," Hux attempted nonchalantly, but his eyes were panicked and his cheeks beginning to turn red. 

From across the table, Ren simply watched as the girl's touching grew more attentive - reaching up to card her fingers through Hux's hair and then down the back of his neck. 

Kylo considered reaching into his mind for a moment, but thought better of it at the last moment. Hux had all but dropped the act now, with his emotions of full display for the first time that trip. 

Though at first wary, the General began to warm up to her ministrations, preening under her touch. He wondered how long it had been since Armitage had got laid; the job did not really allow time for such activities. 

"What of you, Kylo Ren? Which of my girls will you choose to take to your room?"

Fuck off, he wished he could say, and in any other circumstances he would have done just that, followed by choking him half to death with the Force. But who was he kidding - they were desperate for these funds. 

Of course, he would not be taking one of Kerran's girls tonight. That was a given. The thought of fucking the same girl that the old man had was frankly revolting to him - not to mention that they were all likely employed to spy for the man. Some may have even been assassins. 

But to refuse him would put them down a path Ren disliked even more. And he was not above fucking some concubine to achieve his goals. Besides, it had been quite a while for Ren too, if he were being honest. 

The last time Kylo had slept with another had been on their visit to Coruscant, over two years ago. He had forgone his dark robes and helmet for civilian clothing, to not arouse suspicion as he walked through the streets. While purchasing a drink, a lady quite a bit older than him had come onto him, strong, and Ren did not turn down her advances. Only after she had brought him back to her hotel and fucked him for all of twenty minutes did she bother to tell him that it would be three hundred credits for her services. He simply wiped her memory of their time together, re-dressed and left in equal parts anger and shame. 

So maybe he could do with a good fuck. 

As the cheaply scented crowd of women shuffled to stand around Ren, he took note of their features and attempted to make a choice. Though these ones seemed of age at least, each had been plastered with gaudy makeup that aged them all by ten years. The dark smoky eye they donned looked like it had been applied with a thumb, while the red lipstick creased at the corners of their mouths and gave their teeth an almost yellow tinge. 

Is this really how Kerran preferred his women? 

Though he may have considered going through with it, Ren now just wanted to be done with the night. His evaluating shifted from choosing which one he wanted to fuck, to choosing one that he would not mind paying off to keep quiet. 

While he was once again evaluating the girls, he heard a whimper from across the table. 

"General, your hair - it is such a lovely colour. I wonder, is it the same... downstairs?" 

Though the table was blocking Ren's view of Hux's lower half, he watched the girl's movements as she seemed to reach a sensitive spot. 

"Ah... your hand..."

"What, do you not like it?" she asked him with faux innocence, now coming to drape herself across his lap while never appearing to remove her hand. The girl looked around the room, from the troopers still lining the walls then back to Kerran and Ren. As her blonde hair swayed with the movement, it was almost as if she were checking to see that she had an audience. "I could replace it with my mouth if you'd prefer?"

The tone with which she said it was simply dripping with seduction, and Ren just had to roll his eyes. This was all so evidently for show. If only Hux had not been such a tightly strung, repressed fool, he may have gone the night without having to witness such an act. 

His companion seemed to have lost the power of speech, for he simply stared wide eyed and open mouthed at the girl as she sank below the table. He could see Kerran take a satisfied sip of his wine while watching the pair, now with two of his girls draped haphazardly across his lap and chair. Even some of the troopers had found themselves a girl, forgoing their weapons to caress the supple skin. One of them already had their hand up a girl's shirt. 

Useless, all of them. 

The sound of a buckle being undone could be heard. It could be coming from any of the degenerates in that room, but from the way Hux's eyes widened even more, there could be no doubt about its origin. 

The General blinked only once before his eyes closed in ecstasy, evidently feeling the warmth of the girl's mouth. She was hidden completely by the table, but the mixture of soft hums and vulgar wet sounds left little to the imagination. 

This seemed to get the old man into the mood, for he could be seen pulling the loose neckline of his concubine's dress down to rest beneath her breasts. With one heavily jewelled hand, he came to roll his fingers across her nipple, rings clinking together as he moved. At the same time, his other concubine had sat herself directly onto his lap, facing down the long table. With her hands resting on either side of his hips, she rhythmically rocked her arse back and forth across his crotch, keeping a constant pace that he seemed happy with. His other hand was not fully visible to Ren, but he could see that his forearm lay just over her stomach, so there could be no question as to where his fingers dipped. 

This was simply obscene. 

Had these men no control over their desires? 

So much of Kylo's training had revolved around the mastery of his own body through the control of his mental state. Though these feelings of passion and lust could be used to fuel one's connection with the Force, true power lied in the ability to feel nothing - not even physical pain. 

He was simply above it. And he would not fall victim to whatever show of power Kerran was attempting to inflict upon him and his men. 

For a powerplay was all it was - and both knew it. If Ren were to refuse the old man's 'hospitality', any negotiations would be off. That was how scum like Kerran did business, and pleasure for that matter. 

"Are there none here that please you?" the lord said, peeking his head from behind the girl in his lap. 

Though he would have to go along with it, Kylo would not give in so easily. He pretended to deliberate, cocking his head to the side. He let his voice betray no emotion. "Hm. Lord Kerran, I-"

Ren's speech was cut short as he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. Or rather, someone. 

Though only milliseconds passed, to Kylo it felt like an eternity as he took in the sight from across the room. Wearing a modest brown dress with a tightly tied apron, a young woman was dusting the bannisters of the grand staircase they had ascended not too long ago. With her hair confined to a bun and hidden beneath a white bandanna, she was a stark comparison to present company. But as she looked up now, seeming to sense that she was being watched, her eyes locked with Ren's mask. He could now make out freckled skin, complete with plain features and unkempt eyebrows. She was absolutely unremarkable. 

Perfect. 

As the tendrils of a plan began to form in his mind, Ren turned back to their host. "I want her," he said, nodding across the room to the bottom of the staircase where she went about her work. 

His request had the desired effect. Kerran halted his abuse on his girl's nipple, giving his full attention to Kylo. "You want the maidservant?" he said, pausing for a moment to collect his thoughts. "I- I must say, I have to question your taste; she has hardly any attractive features. Otherwise I would have taken her for myself." Now the lord peered down at the girl, scrutinising her features from afar, seeming to observe if he had missed some hidden beauty or sexual appeal. 

"So she is available?" Ren pressed, faking his desire for the plain servant girl. By demanding something Kerran had not offered, he was making his authority known - for Kerran must have also understood the havoc the First Order could wreak if their deal were to fall through. They were on even playing fields now. 

Kerran chuckled nervously, letting his façade of power slip for but a moment. "If you want her. Though I daresay my girls are far more experienced."

A lewd moan from Hux seemed to exemplify his point. Ren would not let him forget this once they had returned to base. 

"It is not experience I seek," Kylo rebutted with, attempting to sound as imposing as possible. If he had to earn their host's respect by making him believe he liked to defile virgins, then so be it. He would not actually have to do such a thing, as the servant girl would likely be accepting of any bribe, given the poor wages she was probably on. 

"Ah, I see you are a man of a specific taste. So be it, she is yours for the duration of your stay." He clapped twice, then his girls immediately rose from him and went to stand by the wall. "You girl, come," he yelled down from the head of the stairs to where his victim stood. 

Kylo slightly regretted his actions when the servant girl looked up to where they sat with pure fear in her eyes. Placing the feather duster down, she smoothed her skirts before ascending the stairs. 

Making her way to them quickly and quietly, Ren observed that she was just like a little mouse. And when she finally stood before them, he could get a proper look at her. She looked so very... gentle. Unlike the sultry features of Kerran's concubines, there was a sort of softness about her that enhanced her youthfulness. From her fuller face to her larger hips, she seemed the type that would be only featured as a subject in an old painting. Though she was very clearly not to the sexual tastes of her employer. 

"Smile, girl, you have been bestowed a great honour," Kerran spoke to her, while she did not meet his eyes. "You shall have the privilege of sharing the bed of my guest," he said, nodding in Ren's direction. 

While her eyes remained glued to the floor, Ren noticed them widen at the lord's statement. He silently wondered if she had any say in the matter. Could she safely refuse him?

Though it was of little consequence, for she simply nodded in agreement while averting her gaze from the lewd scenes of the room. Hux seemed to be nearing his finish, based off his panting. 

"Ah, that's the spirit! Now go on, I can tell my guest is eager to retire. See to it that he is well cared for."

Before Kylo could make to move, the girl was at his chairside. Offering her small hand to him, he could see that it was shaking lightly. Taking it, with the hope that at least some of her nerves were eased, he stood to his full height. He had not taken into account just how short she would be. 

As she led him back down the steps, Ren looked over his shoulder, to be met with the sight of Hux re-buckling his belt and smoothing his shirt while the blonde concubine wiped something from the corners of her mouth. 

Shameful.

The small hand tugged on his own, leading him to the east wing of the villa, where his room had been assigned. How she knew which one was his, Ren could not tell. Though maybe being a maidservant she had prepared it for him. 

Reaching the door, Ren opened it with a swift movement of his hand, before letting go of hers. She drew in a surprised breath at his use of the Force, obviously never having witnessed it be used. He grinned to himself beneath the mask. 

Peering into his room, he could make out several large arches in place of windows, with airy curtains draped on either side of the pillars that supported them. There was to be little privacy from the outside world, it would seem. 

At the far end of the room, a detailed tapestry hung above a grand four poster bed, draped with a dark red satin canopy. Topped with a sea of soft blankets and furs, it looked awfully inviting, and for those so inclined, perfect for love making. Thankfully, it would not need to be used for such activities tonight. 

Sensing that the girl had come to a similar conclusion, he watched as she visibly gulped. All would be explained shortly, and she would realise that she had nothing to fear. 

"After you," Ren spoke through the voice modulator, motioning for her to enter. 

He followed behind her small and hesitant steps, closing the door behind him without turning around. 

They were alone now, and this would soon be over. 

Little did they know, their night had just begun. 

Chapter Text

Kerran was a fucking pig. 

As Kylo stood awkwardly in the room deciding what course of action to take, he mulled over how easy it had been to convince the lord to hand over a member of staff for his supposed pleasure. The man literally had no morals. Which was good for business purposes, but detrimental to Kylo's already dwindling opinion of the man. 

And now she was here, standing in his room - as if waiting for instructions. Most concubines or prostitutes would already be riding him senseless, but here this little thing stood, head down and unwilling to meet the cold darkness of his mask. Not that he wanted her in that way, but he could not help but feel slightly offended that she had not made any sort of move. 

Was he that intimidating?

Seeing as he would have to communicate with her somehow without frightening the poor girl - as well as eat dinner, for that fact - Ren decided that removing the helmet would be his best choice. 

With a silent click, followed by the hiss of the airlock disengaging, he lifted the helmet from his head and came to rest it on the nearby dining table. 

From the corner of his eye, Ren could see the girl look up. Only then did he meet her eyes. 

Seeing not fear, but slight amazement on her features, he could not help but smirk. It was a small boost to his ego. 

Though now he noticed how big her eyes were - like a curious little doe seeing snow for the first time. With those long eye lashes that seemed to sweep across her cheeks, she blinked several times before Ren was brought back to reality. 

"Hungry?" he asked her, still standing in place. 

She seemed shocked that he was even speaking to her, and had to do a double take. Shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts, she responded in the smallest voice, "Forgive me, Lord Ren, but... you see I have never... well, that is to say I am a..."

The girl continued to stumble on the words, all the while Ren listened with raised brows, attempting to gauge her meaning. 

Trying again, she took a deep breath to calm herself, before placing her arms crossed around her body in an almost protective manner. "The girls - the concubines - they have told me that no food should be had before... the act, to prevent regurgitation." 

Now beet red, the girl looked back towards the ground. 

Prevent regurgitation? Did she think he was about to wrench out his cock and shove it down her throat this minute? That may have been what Kerran did to his girls, but Kylo would do no such thing. 

And even if he were, he would at least instruct her to lick around it before she took it whole. 

Clearing his throat, Kylo decided to clear up any misconceptions she may have had about tonight. "Before we continue, I want you to know that I am willing to offer a sum of money-"

"Oh, Kerran would not allow me to take it. As his property I cannot accept payment for my services," she said meekly, eyes glazed over as if she were anticipating the worst. 

Though surprised at her quickness to cut in, he was taken aback at her denial of the payment - regardless of what the act was for. This one was very obedient. 

"No, you misunderstand me. I wish to pay you for your silence. I will not sleep with you - I will not even lay a hand on you. But if you are asked by Kerran what transpired, lie to him and tell him that we did. That is my offer."

Now she was truly flabbergasted. Those naive little eyes looked side to side, trying to put the pieces together, but failing. "But, Kerran said that you were to have me tonight?" she questioned softly. 

Ren sighed. "I need him to believe that I am the type who would delight in deflowering young virgins," he said truthfully, adding a pained smile at the end to show that he meant no harm. 

Nodding along, she seemed to grasp the gist of it. "To maintain the public image?" 

"Yes. Precisely," he chuckled lightly.

"Oh. So you just want to... talk?" she asked cautiously, still not sure of his intentions. 

"If you wish to. You may ignore me if you choose. Though I have requested dinner - if you would like to join me?"

That seemed to pique her interest. Again, those doe eyes batted quickly, and she looked to him as if he had just offered her the keys to a brand new star cruiser. Why was he being so accommodating to a servant girl?

"I would not deny a hot meal," she said bashfully. 

That made him smile. 

As if on cue, a rhythmic knocking could be heard from the other side of the door. Clearly waiting for some kind of confirmation, Kylo yelled out, "Enter."

It was a droid that delivered dinner, and Kylo was secretly thankful it was not a member of staff who would have to witness their lack of copulation. The bin on wheels carried a large metal tray with a domed lid, accompanied by a bottle of wine and two glasses. Placing it on the dining table, the droid made a whirring sound before it sped back out the door. 

On approach to the table, a delicious scent wafted from the food. Once Kylo removed the lid, it only grew in delectability, and a meal of roast meat and vegetables was revealed. Compared to the frozen and re-heated meals onboard the Finalizer, this was a luxury. One aspect of Kerran's wealth that he was thankful for. 

The wine must have been something of a Cantonican specialty, for the bottle was marked only with a date, and no label. While he was rarely one to drink, Kylo figured that it would help this night be over faster. Popping the cork, he noticed the contents of the bottle were tinted pink - just like what Kerran and Hux had been drinking. 

Throwing caution to the wind, he poured himself a large glass and downed it instantly. It was sickly sweet, and Kylo grimaced as he swallowed. But it tasted heavenly afterwards. He poured himself another, as well as one for the girl. 

With his back still turned to her, he asked, "Do you have a name?"

"Uh, yes," she said, before shyly offering her name. 

Kylo repeated it, liking how it sounded. Very fitting for her. 

Turning with both glasses in his hand, he noticed as her eyes widened slightly. She was so very clearly unused to these sorts of luxuries. 

"Here, drink," he said. "It'll make the time pass faster."

The girl blanked. "You want me... to drink this?" she asked incredulously. 

He chuckled at her cautiousness. It was quite endearing, and a stark contrast to the women of the First Order. Most would have snatched the glass from him and drank it without a thank you. 

"Please. Consider it a special occasion," he smirked while taking a long sip of his own glass. 

With shaky hands, she took the other glass from him, before bringing it to her lips for a quick sip. He watched as her nose scrunched up before her face morphed into a small pleased smile. Though she still managed to look frightened by something. 

"It's... sweet," she said, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Yes. Very," he said while finishing his second glass. Its taste was highly addictive. 

She cleared her throat. "So, I take it that this means you have changed your mind?" 

He paused. What did she mean by that?

"I beg your pardon?"

Taking another cautious sip, she tilted her head at him. "You have drank the wine."

"Yes. So have you," he countered, wondering what she was playing at. 

She gave a short gasp. "My lord-"

"Kylo is fine," he butted in, waving a hand. 

"Kylo, that wine, it is infused with the pollen of the Cantonican Crocus."

"Which means?" he asked, now concerned. Kylo must have risen his voice, for he noticed the girl was retreating from him as he had unknowingly advanced towards her. He realised he now towered above her, staring directly down into her startled eyes. But if he drifted just a little lower, he could almost see down the front of her dress. Beginning at her brow, he watched a bead of sweat drip along the curve of her face, down into the hollow of her clavicle, and then across the swell of her breast into the confines of her clothing. He wanted to watch its movements further. Continue to trace its path. Lick it clean. 

Wait, what?

Blinking away these lecherous thoughts, Kylo had to take a step back. 

Had he not selected this girl due to her lack of apparent appeal?

But now he could not shake these images from his head. 

What did her breasts look like uncovered? Would her nipples harden at just a touch, or would he need to blow on them to keep them erect? 

This was getting ridiculous. 

"Sir?"

He felt a shock of arousal course through him at that title. Of course she would call him 'Sir'. A little thing like that - so young, so naïve - she probably didn't know his proper titles.

"What did I just drink?" he said through heaving breaths. 

"Kerran's own brew... a highly potent sexual stimulant," she said in a whisper. "You did not know?"

Now it made sense. 

Those deranged thoughts, his heaving chest. The twitch he felt in his cock. 

All because of Kerran's perverted mind. 

It would also explain why Hux had been acting like a dog in a rut. 

They had essentially been drugged. But she had drank from it too. 

Creasing his forehead, he had to close his eyes to keep the thoughts at bay. "Why... why did you not tell me this - before I drank it. Why did you drink it?"

She gulped. "I thought you knew... Your friend had been drinking it at dinner, so I only assumed that you were aware of its effects. And when you asked me... I did not want to make you angry."

He took a deep breath. Even the way she spoke was setting him off. At her admission that she did not want to anger him, he felt all the blood rush to his cock, suddenly feeling wildly possessive of the girl. 

He groaned. 

Though it must have come out more like a moan, because the girl looked practically scandalised. 

"I'm sorry... I'm... sorry," he whispered, feeling the strain in his pants. Every brush of his cock against the fabric was growing into unbearable agony. He would need to free it soon, otherwise he would pass out from the pain. 

"You didn't know," she said gently. But then she took a step closer to him. 

Sensing her closeness, he opened his eyes to look down at her, only to find that her pupils had suddenly inflated to the size of saucers. And she was breathing heavily too. 

How potent was this wine? She had only had a few sips and yet she was clearly feeling its effects.

"What are you doing?" Ren whispered, unable to comprehend their closeness. 

It was then that she raised a hand to rest on his chest, suddenly emboldened by the wine. "I want to help," she said, eyes pleading with him. 

With his rational mind in control for a brief moment, he pushed her away gently and fled to the other side of the bedroom, putting space between them. "I cannot let you do that. I promised I would not touch you." 

Staring at him from across the room, there was something different in her countenance. Though her movements were still timid and shy, there was a predator-like slyness to the way she stalked back over to him. 

"I know. But I never said I would not touch you." 

In an instant, the girl had dropped to her knees and began pawing at Ren's bulging erection. So thick and throbbing with need, it pulsed against its confines, practically preening at the girl's attention. 

Kylo slightly stumbled back at the sudden contact. He had to gasp to keep his mind working. 

Observing her movements, it was clear she had never done this before. While there was obvious desire within her, she did not know what to do with it, so she was just rubbing and nosing at it with curious eyes. 

He should stop. He should push her away like before and end it now. Send her back to her chores. 

But as she unbuckled his belt and dipped her hand into his pants, Ren knew that he was gone. 

That first skin to skin contact was like lightning in his veins. Her hands were so smooth and gentle. The way she pulled his member free of his pants and underwear with such care had him biting his fist. 

Now free of its confines, Kylo's thick cock stood to attention, painfully red and already dripping with precum. His cockhead was so enflamed that with each throb, it visibly bobbed with the force of the blood rushing downwards. 

Kylo Ren had been hard many times in his life, but never anything like this. 

"Can I lick it?" the girl asked, now with one had wrapped around his thick shaft. 

He felt seventeen again - letting a girl touch his cock for the first time and lost for words. All he could do was nod down at her, which earned him a toothy smile in return. 

Starting at the base, she drew her warm tongue up the outer side of him, coming to rest at the head. Kylo felt the goosebumps rise up along his legs, before a flush bloomed across his chest. Once at his tip, she smeared her thumb through the precum, then lifted her finger to her mouth to taste. 

She moaned around her finger, looking up at Ren while she did so. 

For someone so inexperienced, she knew how to please a man.

"Open your mouth," he got out through gritted teeth. 

Doing as she was told, the girl opened wide and waited for him. 

He pumped his cock a few times, slick with the girl's spit, then lined it up with her mouth. 

He did not have time to push it in, because she attached her mouth to it hungrily and began sucking.

She was warm. So warm. 

Kylo let out a satisfied sigh, coming to hold her hair to steady himself. To hell with not touching her. 

At the same time, she grasped onto his legs and pushed him deeper down her throat. 

It was ecstasy. 

But he needed more friction. 

"I'm- I'm gonna start fucking your mouth," Kylo gasped out. 

She only moaned around him in response. 

Drawing himself out of her, he felt the length of his cock graze against her bottom teeth, keeling over at the new sensation. He could not stand being out of her for a moment longer, so he thrust himself back down her throat. 

Using her hair as an anchor, he set a steady pace pulling in and out of her warm mouth. As she bobbed on his cock, he saw saliva begin to drool down her face. He had caused that. 

This only encouraged him to speed up his pace, watching each sloppy stroke in and out as those lips dragged along his length. 

He felt so close already. 

Ren's orgasm was building up, furious and desperate. Both of them were still fully clothed, but he had never felt more aroused in his life. 

The perks of overdosing on an aphrodisiac, he supposed. 

Nearing the edge, Ren saw movement from the corner of his eyes. 

Looking down to the girl, he saw that her skirts had been rucked up, and her hand now moved furiously beneath them. From the wet sounds that he could hear, she could only be doing one thing. 

That finished him off.

The thought of the girl touching herself while sucking him off was enough for him to spill himself down her throat, pulling her as deep as he could without making her gag. 

He seemed to release forever, but eventually felt the last drops trickle from the head of his cock. It was only then that he removed it. 

Expecting to be spent completely from the force of his orgasm, Ren was shocked to find that he was still half hard. Now dripping with the mixture of saliva and cum, his semi-erect member stood between them. Though the girl was already occupied with something else. 

She had surrendered both hands to her clit and opening, now on display for Ren as she worked herself open. Circling the small bundle of nerves with one hand, she dipped the fingers of the other into her warmth, biting her lip in ecstasy. 

How could he have neglected her?

His clothes suddenly felt all too restricting, and he began throwing them off his body at a break-neck speed, followed by his boots. 

Now standing before her naked, he was eager to continue. Though she was so lost in her pleasure that she had not opened her eyes. 

Coming to rest a hand on her cheek, he softly grazed over her freckles in an effort to get her to look up. 

It had the desired effect, because those lashes fluttered open and she moaned while she took him all in. Her movement quickened at seeing him, while her face had begun to flush bright red. 

He was completely hard again. 

That wine must have not only increased desire, but shortened the refractory period. 

Watching would do him no good. 

"I want you. Now," Ren practically demanded, leaning down to pick the girl up from underneath her arms. 

"Anything. Do anything you want to me," she groaned out, as her hands were removed from her ministrations. 

Picking her up, Ren slung the girl over his shoulder and practically threw her onto the four poster bed. She instantly tried to touch herself again, but Ren held her hands pinned above her head with one of his, while the other moved down to tear away her dress bodice. 

As her body was revealed to him, he could not get enough of the sight of her. Exposed to the cool night air that flitted through the open arches of their room, her nipples instantly perked up, darkening in colour deliciously. They looked better than his lust fuelled mind had imagined. 

Though he would have loved to spend hours licking and biting them, he had an urgent matter that needed attending to. He let her arms go only momentarily, to pull her torn dress from her body completely. 

The dull fabric and rough structure of the bodice had hidden the beautiful shape of her curves, for they were now revealed to him in their entirety. He made quick work of her shoes, so that they were now completely bare in front of each other. 

He could afford himself only a moment to drink her in, because she let out a needy whine. "Please, Kylo, fuck me. Touch me, fill me. Please, I need you," she panted, grabbing onto his neck and attempting to pull him down to her body. Due to his superior strength, he did not budge. But her desperation was delectable. 

"You're sure you want this?" he said while leaning over her. 

There were the beginnings of tears in her eyes, as she creased her brows and nodded in quick succession. She must have been in a similar agony to him. 

Never one to keep a lady waiting, Ren took his cock in hand once more - now somehow more swollen than before his first orgasm. Her cunt was already glistening with wetness, and Kylo watched as a bead of her slick dripped down between her folds onto the furs she lay on. She was so ready for him. 

Positioning himself at her entrance, Kylo slid himself inside her with ease, feeling her accommodate to his size as he thrust deeper. 

It was bliss. Pure bliss. 

As he bottomed out inside her, Ren finally felt at least somewhat sated. Spreading her legs wider with his own, he placed his hands on either side of her waist and practically lifted her from the bed to reach a better angle. 

Once the first shocks had passed, Ren began to fuck her. Really fuck her. 

Setting a brutal pace that he could not control, the wet slapping sounds of their bodies echoed off the chamber of the room. Her moans were broken up by each thrust, while her breasts bounced from the force of which he fucked her with. 

Her hands went out to grip the sheets beside her, acting as an anchor so she would not hit her head on the wall behind. 

All of today's anger, all of his frustrations with trade deals - and especially with Kerran - had dissipated the minute he stuck his cock in this beautiful goddess of a woman. 

Though he had thought her plain initially, she had become the most gorgeous thing to him over the course of an hour. And he did not think it was just the wine talking. 

As he looked down to see where their bodies were connected, he saw a white ring of their combined fluids covering his cock. Both of them were practically dripping with need, and Kylo secretly revelled in the idea of ruining Kerran's expensive furs. 

"I... I can feel it building up," she panted, clearly on the brink of exhaustion from how hard Kylo was fucking her. 

"I'm nearly there too," he returned, preening at the sound of her voice. 

Re-adjusting his angle so he was kneeling completely upright, Ren hooked a leg under her own and flipped her onto her stomach. Coming to kneel  behind her, he grasped her hips once more and pulled them down the bed towards himself. Spreading them, he ran his hand along her slick once before he returned his cock to her warmth. 

He was now ploughing down and into her prone style, allowing her to grasp the pillows as she was destroyed from behind. 

With her arse as his new anchor, he squeezed the tender flesh as he picked up speed. 

The posters of the bed were now shaking in rhythm with his movements, and they grew deeper as they both neared their climax. 

"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed, in time with Ren's thrusts. 

As the girl came, she moaned into the pillow she had come to clutch, before trying to curl her body into itself while her body came down from the aftershocks. But Ren was not finished yet. 

Securing her legs into position, he did not let her body retreat from him. As her cunt clenched and released with the wave of her orgasm, Ren could not take it anymore. With a final thrust, he emptied himself into her completely, leaning down to bite her shoulder as he rode through his release. 

Eventually, it became too much for him, and he collapsed on top of her, both in a sweaty pile of exhaustion. 

As he lay on top of her, Kylo was careful not to crush her smaller frame, coming to wrap his arms around her and kiss the bitemark on her shoulder.  

His mind was suddenly clear with the realisation of what he had just done, and he considered removing himself. But his body was simply too tired to make even the most basic of movements. 

"I'm sorry," was all he could offer. 

As the cool air descended upon the pair, it brought a chill to Kylo's flushed skin. He thought she would not offer a response, but after some time he heard her small voice say, "No, don't be."

He then felt her turn beneath him, so they were face to face. 

Then she was kissing him. Short and sweet, she pulled away quickly, before looking down in a blush. 

She was back to her shy self, it would seem. 

Ren chuckled at that - given their activities only moments prior, before kissing her gently once more. 

"Thank you."

It took only moments for tiredness to overcome them, as they fell asleep with their limbs intertwined and their dinner long forgotten.