(Maybe a one-shot, might continue IDK)We Sith are despoilers of beauty, says the voice in Ren's head. It rings, reverberates, fills the highest and lowest parts of him. As I destroyed Alderaan, so will I lay claim to you, little Ben. You're as beautiful as she was-- as beautiful as your grandmother- and as well-suited to being on your knees. The hard artificial cock in Ren's mouth seems to twitch with pleasure as he draws his lips over it, sucks it as he's learned how, with all the strength and skill he possesses. It seems to him that the stiff solid thing becomes pliant and responsive under his ministrations, that the slick surface warms to his touch like skin, that he feels beneath it strong veins thick and pulsing with life.
You are my true son, says the voice he's come to recognize; the voice of his grandfather, of Anakin Skywalker, who all the galaxy once knew and feared as Darth Vader. My kin, my own offspring, the blood in my veins. Show me that you're worthy of my love. Ren gasps as the thick rubber plug in his ass seems to twist and shudder, vibrating inside him of its own accord. He sucks harder on the heavy cock, one hand wrapped around the base where it's attached to the plinth holding his grandfather's battered old helmet, the other between his legs and pawing urgently at himself. He gulps down another moan, forcing himself to be silent as he waits for the voice to speak again. To speak to him as no one ever has, to praise him gently, to call him beautiful.
Spectral hands caress his face, cradle it between their rough palms. Ren holds his breath, leans forward, swallows at the cock in his throat, feeling saliva flood his trapped mouth and spill from between his lips. Please, he begs, soundlessly. Please let me give you what you want. I'm here, Grandfather, I love you, I can be enough for you...
Such a beautiful boy, the voice answers him, and strong fingers twine into his hair, pull his head closer. So sweet and obedient. No one will ever love you as I do. No one wants you as I do, no one sympathizes with you, no one understands how you've suffered. How you're still suffering.
I know, Ren answers. I know you understand me. I know you're the only one. He wants to cry out loud, to scream as he's pierced from both ends, filled with pulsing thickness and warmth, the manifestation and memory of Darth Vader's long-consumed flesh. He wants to come, but his hand on his cock is trembling, his erection slipping from his weakened grip. Darth Vader is inside every cell of him, inhabiting his body, possessing him completely. He's become a vessel for his grandfather's pleasure, a weak-willed heap of bones and organs to be used as the powerful spirit desires. Dead, but not yet gone; Ren has spent countless hours trying to contact what's left of Vader, the remainder of his energy, the rage and hatred and insatiable hunger that didn't die with his body. Now that he's succeeded, his triumph terrifies him. How can he survive this?
Re: Round 2 - Kylo/Vader : incest, sex toys, dirty talk - FILL
You are my true son, says the voice he's come to recognize; the voice of his grandfather, of Anakin Skywalker, who all the galaxy once knew and feared as Darth Vader. My kin, my own offspring, the blood in my veins. Show me that you're worthy of my love. Ren gasps as the thick rubber plug in his ass seems to twist and shudder, vibrating inside him of its own accord. He sucks harder on the heavy cock, one hand wrapped around the base where it's attached to the plinth holding his grandfather's battered old helmet, the other between his legs and pawing urgently at himself. He gulps down another moan, forcing himself to be silent as he waits for the voice to speak again. To speak to him as no one ever has, to praise him gently, to call him beautiful.
Spectral hands caress his face, cradle it between their rough palms. Ren holds his breath, leans forward, swallows at the cock in his throat, feeling saliva flood his trapped mouth and spill from between his lips. Please, he begs, soundlessly. Please let me give you what you want. I'm here, Grandfather, I love you, I can be enough for you...
Such a beautiful boy, the voice answers him, and strong fingers twine into his hair, pull his head closer. So sweet and obedient. No one will ever love you as I do. No one wants you as I do, no one sympathizes with you, no one understands how you've suffered. How you're still suffering.
I know, Ren answers. I know you understand me. I know you're the only one. He wants to cry out loud, to scream as he's pierced from both ends, filled with pulsing thickness and warmth, the manifestation and memory of Darth Vader's long-consumed flesh. He wants to come, but his hand on his cock is trembling, his erection slipping from his weakened grip. Darth Vader is inside every cell of him, inhabiting his body, possessing him completely. He's become a vessel for his grandfather's pleasure, a weak-willed heap of bones and organs to be used as the powerful spirit desires. Dead, but not yet gone; Ren has spent countless hours trying to contact what's left of Vader, the remainder of his energy, the rage and hatred and insatiable hunger that didn't die with his body. Now that he's succeeded, his triumph terrifies him. How can he survive this?