Kylo realizes with a shock that she's wet between her legs, slick and swollen enough for Hux to slide a finger inside of her without much trouble at all. She cries out at the unexpected intrusion. Hux's finger is warm and sparking with Force inside of her, so different from the cold, sterile toys she's used to. Her body stiffens, her cunt clenching around Hux's finger.
"Oh, you like this." Hux twists her finger back and forth, crooking it gently. Her fingertip brushes something inside of Kylo that sends a warm, aching wave of need through her chakra.
Her hips jut out once, twice, three times. She hopes it bleeds off the excess Force energy pooling inside of her. It's gathering at some deep core in her she'd never explored, never even known about before. Rubbing herself in the middle of the night is nothing compared to this, to Hux's finger deep inside her body, Hux's hand on her throat.
"Maybe I'll have to do this every time you're naughty. Every time you go against my orders, every time you undercut me in front of Snoke. I bet you'd like that." Kylo can feel the tip of another finger exploring her opening, parting the lips of her cunt to slide inside. She cries out at the unexpected pain, the stretch of skin around Hux's fingers. Hux grins, showing her teeth. "What's the matter? Can't take it?"
Kylo grits her teeth and shoves her hips forward. Hux's fingers jab into the soft tissue of her cunt, a blossom of pain that only the highlights the pleasure building inside her.
"Yes," Hux hisses in her ear. "Give it to me. Give me what you've got." She presses her slim body against Kylo's robes as Kylo struggles against her, hips pistoning up and down on Hux's fingers, desperate to release the energy Hux is trapping inside her.
Hux's voice sounds like Snoke's, the seductive and dark tendrils that seep into her brain, reach into something beyond thought and beyond words. Her body betrays her, wet flesh hungry for the stretch and ache that Hux rubs into her.
The only comfort is that Hux is as out of control as she is. The general's hand slides around Kylo's head, pressing their foreheads together. Hux bites her lips, her chin, her jawline, presses her nose and mouth into the soft skin of Kylo's neck. She breathes in Kylo's scent as her hand works under Kylo's robes, thumb finally pressing against the slippery folds of Kylo's clit. Her voice is low and husky when she says, "I know you like that. I knew you were just a little slut under your mask. Knew I'd have you begging for my fingers."
"Cruel," Kylo says, ekeing the word out of her throat. Her voice is raspy and low, every word painful as knives. "You're cruel."
"Very." Hux's thumb works at Kylo's clit. "I'm going to make you come, little girl, and I'm not going to let you go until you do."
It's impossible, Hux having this much control over Kylo's body. Kylo won't give her the satisfaction. They could stay here for hours, locked in this soft combat, Hux pressing finger after finger into Kylo's body. She could be stretched around the General's whole fist, impaling herself impossibly tight, torn apart and still refusing to give in. Her cunt responds at the idea, contracting greedily around Hux's fingers.
"You see?" Hux whispers. "I don't need a lightsaber to take you down. All I need is this." Her thumb strums across Kylo's clit once, twice, three times. The quick motion is like striking a match, and there's a fire building in Kylo's body that she knows she can't control.
Her orgasm consumes her from the inside out, building in some deep core of her and eating her body alive with flame. Force energy spirals out through her skin, releasing red and gold loops of light into the darkened and blue-tinted room. Kylo screams, and every electric light in the room explodes.
They're left in the dark. Kylo pants, lungs raw and throat in shreds, her cunt throbbing. There's a deep, satisfied ache inside of her. She can feel Hux slide her fingers out, and the woman's hand is shaking.
"Well," Hux says. The emergency lights turn on with a hum. Hux is looking at her hand, at the two fingers that made Kylo come. They're still wet, glistening in the dull red light of the emergency illumination.
"Point taken, General." Kylo's legs are shaking, her thighs sticky and wet. She gropes for her helmet, fitting it clumsily onto her head.
Hux opens her mouth and touches her sticky fingertips to her tongue. It's obscene. "I won't be as merciful next time," she says.
"Neither will I." Kylo swathes herself in her cowl and sweeps out of the room, leaving Hux with wet fingers and a taste.
Fill -- Wings Off Flies, 3/3 FINISHED
"Oh, you like this." Hux twists her finger back and forth, crooking it gently. Her fingertip brushes something inside of Kylo that sends a warm, aching wave of need through her chakra.
Her hips jut out once, twice, three times. She hopes it bleeds off the excess Force energy pooling inside of her. It's gathering at some deep core in her she'd never explored, never even known about before. Rubbing herself in the middle of the night is nothing compared to this, to Hux's finger deep inside her body, Hux's hand on her throat.
"Maybe I'll have to do this every time you're naughty. Every time you go against my orders, every time you undercut me in front of Snoke. I bet you'd like that." Kylo can feel the tip of another finger exploring her opening, parting the lips of her cunt to slide inside. She cries out at the unexpected pain, the stretch of skin around Hux's fingers. Hux grins, showing her teeth. "What's the matter? Can't take it?"
Kylo grits her teeth and shoves her hips forward. Hux's fingers jab into the soft tissue of her cunt, a blossom of pain that only the highlights the pleasure building inside her.
"Yes," Hux hisses in her ear. "Give it to me. Give me what you've got." She presses her slim body against Kylo's robes as Kylo struggles against her, hips pistoning up and down on Hux's fingers, desperate to release the energy Hux is trapping inside her.
Hux's voice sounds like Snoke's, the seductive and dark tendrils that seep into her brain, reach into something beyond thought and beyond words. Her body betrays her, wet flesh hungry for the stretch and ache that Hux rubs into her.
The only comfort is that Hux is as out of control as she is. The general's hand slides around Kylo's head, pressing their foreheads together. Hux bites her lips, her chin, her jawline, presses her nose and mouth into the soft skin of Kylo's neck. She breathes in Kylo's scent as her hand works under Kylo's robes, thumb finally pressing against the slippery folds of Kylo's clit. Her voice is low and husky when she says, "I know you like that. I knew you were just a little slut under your mask. Knew I'd have you begging for my fingers."
"Cruel," Kylo says, ekeing the word out of her throat. Her voice is raspy and low, every word painful as knives. "You're cruel."
"Very." Hux's thumb works at Kylo's clit. "I'm going to make you come, little girl, and I'm not going to let you go until you do."
It's impossible, Hux having this much control over Kylo's body. Kylo won't give her the satisfaction. They could stay here for hours, locked in this soft combat, Hux pressing finger after finger into Kylo's body. She could be stretched around the General's whole fist, impaling herself impossibly tight, torn apart and still refusing to give in. Her cunt responds at the idea, contracting greedily around Hux's fingers.
"You see?" Hux whispers. "I don't need a lightsaber to take you down. All I need is this." Her thumb strums across Kylo's clit once, twice, three times. The quick motion is like striking a match, and there's a fire building in Kylo's body that she knows she can't control.
Her orgasm consumes her from the inside out, building in some deep core of her and eating her body alive with flame. Force energy spirals out through her skin, releasing red and gold loops of light into the darkened and blue-tinted room. Kylo screams, and every electric light in the room explodes.
They're left in the dark. Kylo pants, lungs raw and throat in shreds, her cunt throbbing. There's a deep, satisfied ache inside of her. She can feel Hux slide her fingers out, and the woman's hand is shaking.
"Well," Hux says. The emergency lights turn on with a hum. Hux is looking at her hand, at the two fingers that made Kylo come. They're still wet, glistening in the dull red light of the emergency illumination.
"Point taken, General." Kylo's legs are shaking, her thighs sticky and wet. She gropes for her helmet, fitting it clumsily onto her head.
Hux opens her mouth and touches her sticky fingertips to her tongue. It's obscene. "I won't be as merciful next time," she says.
"Neither will I." Kylo swathes herself in her cowl and sweeps out of the room, leaving Hux with wet fingers and a taste.