There's nothing that pleases Hux more than to knead Ren's soft little tits as he fucks him, though the paint (thick and cold and greasy, caking under Hux's fingernails) is something of a distraction. Soon Hux's cock is streaked from its contact with Ren's painted thighs, and he wishes the ritual permitted him to be naked as well because now the stuff is migrating onto his robes. It's a silly bit of frippery, the paint; blue and green representing water and earth, the dual nature of Ren's nonexistent purity. As emperors before him sank their flags into the soil of virgin planets, Hux now conquers Ren anew. Snoke looks on, approving, his eyes deep-set and cold and inscrutable, his hands clasped fervently before him as if he's in some sort of religious ecstasy.
“You'll regret this,” Ren's saying. “Look at us. We'll have such unattractive offspring.”
“I suppose I'll be able to put up with them, even if they aren't as beautiful as you.” Hux is whispering, though Ren hasn't bothered to lower his voice and Snoke is looking askance at him, the contemplative silence of the fertility ritual disrupted by his petulant groaning. Hux is fucking him showily, plunging in and drawing out with agonizing slowness, holding his robes aside so his audience can clearly see the joining and dividing of their bodies. Hux has been informed of the advisability of making Ren come, knows that it increases the chances of conception; but Ren's cunt is finicky at the best of times, and isn't likely to oblige him with an orgasm now, Ren's mood being what it is.
Hux attempts it anyway; he has no choice. He fingers Ren's clit as he has any number of times in their private encounters, and in spite of himself, Ren responds. He throws his head back and gasps, pulsing with heat under Hux's fingers, and Hux is able to forget everything. He banishes it all from his mind: Snoke, the ritual, the watching courtiers, the empire he's won, the heir that will soon be a tiny cluster of cells beginning to colonize Ren's body.
“Red hair.”
“What?” Hux realizes that Ren is speaking to him again, but softly. Mysterious as a woman, eyes closed, small satisfied smile on his lips.
“She'll have red hair like her father. You'll name her after your grandmother, and she'll despise you for it.”
“She.” Hux feels himself mirroring Ren's smile. “You'll bear an empress for me, then?”
“She'll never be yours. She and I will be united against you, from the moment she's born. And yes, she will be an empress one day. A conquering goddess parading her broken father through the streets.”
“Enough.” Ren's visions are not always trustworthy, and he's probably invented this one just to break Hux's concentration. Hux's fingers are still working frantically, and he wants to tell Ren to hurry up and come instead of muttering cryptic nonsense, but Ren's never found it particularly arousing to be commanded.
Re: Emperor Hux/Kylo - Mpreg Ritual - FILL part 4/?
“You'll regret this,” Ren's saying. “Look at us. We'll have such unattractive offspring.”
“I suppose I'll be able to put up with them, even if they aren't as beautiful as you.” Hux is whispering, though Ren hasn't bothered to lower his voice and Snoke is looking askance at him, the contemplative silence of the fertility ritual disrupted by his petulant groaning. Hux is fucking him showily, plunging in and drawing out with agonizing slowness, holding his robes aside so his audience can clearly see the joining and dividing of their bodies. Hux has been informed of the advisability of making Ren come, knows that it increases the chances of conception; but Ren's cunt is finicky at the best of times, and isn't likely to oblige him with an orgasm now, Ren's mood being what it is.
Hux attempts it anyway; he has no choice. He fingers Ren's clit as he has any number of times in their private encounters, and in spite of himself, Ren responds. He throws his head back and gasps, pulsing with heat under Hux's fingers, and Hux is able to forget everything. He banishes it all from his mind: Snoke, the ritual, the watching courtiers, the empire he's won, the heir that will soon be a tiny cluster of cells beginning to colonize Ren's body.
“Red hair.”
“What?” Hux realizes that Ren is speaking to him again, but softly. Mysterious as a woman, eyes closed, small satisfied smile on his lips.
“She'll have red hair like her father. You'll name her after your grandmother, and she'll despise you for it.”
“She.” Hux feels himself mirroring Ren's smile. “You'll bear an empress for me, then?”
“She'll never be yours. She and I will be united against you, from the moment she's born. And yes, she will be an empress one day. A conquering goddess parading her broken father through the streets.”
“Enough.” Ren's visions are not always trustworthy, and he's probably invented this one just to break Hux's concentration. Hux's fingers are still working frantically, and he wants to tell Ren to hurry up and come instead of muttering cryptic nonsense, but Ren's never found it particularly arousing to be commanded.