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Hux revels in Ren's obvious discomfort, slips two fingers into him and twists him open roughly while the two female Storm Troopers look on with blank expressions. Well-trained, unlike Ren; Hux could have either of them on her knees with a single brisk command. Ren was never easy to deal with, never docile or tractable in the slightest, never particularly affectionate even in his most unguarded moments.

“I imagine it will be painful,” Hux says, still probing with two fingers at the muscular walls of Ren's vaginal canal. “You've never given birth before, have you? You're a virgin in that respect, at least.”

“You can't do this to me.” Hux is gratified to note that Ren sounds at least a little bit panicked, as if he knows there's no avoiding what's about to happen to him; that anything the Emperor wills inevitably comes to pass. The two Storm Troopers crouch beside him with their vials and brushes, begin to paint his skin with the ancient signs required by the ritual: spirals, waves, concentric circles of green and blue. Rib bones and nipples gilded, throat lined with paler white beneath the collar. Then the jewels: webs and chains of precious metals in their corroded cases, delicate strands clustered thickly with faceted drops of green, of rainwater gray and tawny gold and depthless smoked-blue lilac. Sapphires from Naboo, topazes from Coruscant, shimmering white opals from the deepest pits of Alderaan herself.

Hux removes the rings and necklaces and collars and cuffs one by one from their nests and reverently arranges them on Ren's body, and when he's finished there's scarcely an inch of it that isn't painted or begemmed. Ren's handmaidens weave flowers into his hair, long-stemmed white lilies with orange hearts, and apply subtler color- the sorts of ordinary cosmetics any woman might wear-- to brighten his lips and cheeks. Ren is magnificently transformed, standing before the full-length mirror Hux had recquisitioned for exactly that purpose.

“Look at this elegant creature. Very nearly worthy of an Emperor, I daresay.”

“I daresay you've made me look like a whore.” Ren turns to one side, shrugs his shoulders stiffly; as if he's afraid to move, afraid to confirm that this hallucinatory reflection really belongs to him.

“A goddess.” Hux places a hand on Ren's back, draws his fingertips slowly down the ridge of Ren's spine. “A vision of divine beauty.” Ren snorts, shrugs and shakes himself free of Hux's hands.

“I suppose you're finished.”

“There's one more thing.” A last crucial adornment, one that Ren isn't going to enjoy at all. It takes a Storm Trooper leaning with all her strength on each of his thighs, and there's still a great deal of thrashing and kicking, but eventually Hux gets the tiny gold ring secured through the shaft of Ren's clitoris. Ren and Hux stand upright, panting and eyeing each other with mutual enmity, while the Storm Troopers remove the various components of Hux's ceremonial dress from a series of musty garment bags.

Ugh. Kinks I didn't know I had. Amazing job, authornon. Can't wait to read the rest.

Bless you for this lovely update, A!Anon

Ugh, Hux just casually finger-fucking him like that, like he's testing the ripeness of a melon...SO HOT.

You hit the nail on the head, anon. I might say my OTP is Kylux but I think it's actually Kylo/Disinterested Fingerfucking

DA

until this moment I did not realize that was actually my OTP as well. Helllls yes.

Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck

“You're sealing your own fate,” Ren announces, when he's regained his breath. “The fall of your Empire. If you use me like this, you'll have courted and won your own ruin.”

“So my empire will have at least one conquest to its name.” Hux admires Ren in all his splendid fury; eyes shining, teeth bared, chest heaving; lovely, the way his high small breasts quiver with the plunging of his breath. Hux is hard beneath the robes that his two obedient girls drape and fasten over his shoulders, great obscuring swaths of brocaded fabric hemmed with fur and inset with more precious gems. He bears up under their great weight, as is expected of him, and when he enters the audience chamber it's as if he's stepped into a waking dream. The entirety of the First Order is in attendance, down to the lowliest foot soldier. There are courtiers, ambassadors, delegates and heads of state, minor rulers from all over the galaxy. Supreme Leader Snoke stands beside the banner-draped dais; there are flowers heaped around it. Ren's marriage bed, and what a wedding night this promises to be.

Every knee is bent and every head is bowed as Hux takes up his position before the dais; Ren is eased down onto it by his attendants, no longer struggling but glaring haughtily at the assemblage as if issuing a challenge, his eyes still gleaming fiercely in his painted face. He's almost noble in his outrage, like some warlike heroine in an ancient epic.

“Look at you.” Hux can't resist gloating, can't help but be pleased that every eye in the congregation is fixed on Ren and his finery; sure, Ren's name and image are known to most of those present, but none are exactly familiar with the sight of him naked and dripping with jewels. “Finally adorned as you deserve, aren't you? I always thought your manner of dress was somewhat dowdy, for a princess of Alderaan.”

“I was never a princess.”

“You're royalty now. Right hand of an Emperor.” Hux speaks lowly, his mouth at Ren's ear, which is pierced and hung heavy with chandelier cascades of many-faceted crystals that chime softly when he moves. The hall is otherwise silent, the spectators stilled with anticipation, Snoke watching Hux expectantly, and Hux grasps Ren's knees and coaxes his legs open to display him to his audience.

“Is this the vessel you've chosen?” Snoke begins the ritual, the traditional call-and-response, one hand resting on Ren's belly, fingers trailing downwards towards the soft swell of his mons pubis. One of the Storm Troopers standing close at hand produces a tiny vial of oil, which she breaks open and uses to anoint Hux's hands.

“This is the vessel I've chosen, which I now prepare to receive my seed.” Hux pushes his slick fingers into Ren; two at first, then three, stretching Ren as wide as he can without hurting him. There are gasps and murmurs from the crowd, mutterings of shock and disapproval, but Ren himself remains dutifully silent, legs held stiffly apart as Hux's fingers spread him.

“Name for the Imperial Court the woman you have chosen to sit at your right hand.”

“Kylo Ren.” More indistinct murmuring, some fierce snorts of indignation from Ren. “A daughter of Alderaan, with royal blood in her veins. The children of our union will be twice blessed.”

“Now enter your vessel, and empty your seed. May an heir be conceived, by the might of the Empire.” Hux is surprised to find that his hands are trembling as he draws aside his robes. He stands between Ren's wide-sprawled legs; Ren's eyes are closed, and he appears determined to ignore the ceremony and his own part in it, but he flinches when Hux's erect cock brushes against the soft skin of his inner thigh.

“Open your eyes, Ren.” Hux speaks to him sotto voce, receives no indication that he's heard. “They'll think you've fallen asleep.” He nudges the head of his cock between the parted lips of Ren's pussy, and several members of the audience cheer out loud. There are hoots and whistles and applause as Hux begins to fuck his consort, the precise patterns of blue and green paint on Ren's body smeared and marred by Hux's grasping hands.

*nose bleeds* GUH. So hot.

Ugh thank you for continuing this fill. I'm in love.

OMG. *__*

Please tell me you're planning to write more!

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.

Oh my god , yay! This is my absolute favorite fill on the meme. Updates just make my day, especially when they're as hot as this one.

So glad you're enjoying this, anon. <3

So this was amazingly hot, but then I remembered the piercing which somehow made it even hotter.

This is my favorite kink fill on here <3

I love this fill authoranon and hope you continue it

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