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There was a very small window of time for Rey to pull off her daring escape. She had to be long gone before Cook rose at sunrise and noticed she had failed to stoke the fires in the kitchen; but she also had to wait until the last of the revellers from the Solstice Festival were soundly asleep.
She rushed through her evening chores before feigning ill so Cook would send her up to bed early. While the other Sprites were busy cleaning up after the festivities in the Great Hall, Rey packed her meager belongings into a stolen basket and tucked it under her cot.
As the maids filed in and collapsed into bed, she tried to keep her wings from thrumming in anticipation and giving her away. She waited until the last of her peers were snoring and crept silently from the attic quarters.
She went slowly and stuck to the servant's corridors, but knew she couldn’t be too careful. It was well known that the Lord of the manor kept odd hours.
And kept oddly close, she thought with a small shudder. When she had been personally requested by Lord Ren to attend to his hearth, Cook had warned her about powerful men. As he put it, Ren was the type to “love ‘em and leave ‘em,” but not before thoroughly destroying their reputations, however pitiful to begin with.
Kylo Ren took what he wanted, and Rey refused to be taken. So she had no choice but to leave.
Lost in her thoughts, her feet carried her through the dark kitchen and up the stairs to the servant’s entrance. She pushed the heavy door open without pause, and with a firm bat of her wings, launched herself high into the air.
Laughing quietly to herself, she pushed herself higher and higher, until the sprawling estate was comically small beneath her. Enjoying the feeling of crisp winter air passing over her skin and through her hair, she sped up as she passed over the grand entrance to the estate, but went unnoticed by the sentries.
She scoffed at the hubris of the Elven nobility to employ Sprites and Fairies as domestic labour but not consider their ability to pass unseen over their guards. No matter, it made her escape that much easier.
Flying quickly over the surrounding farmland, Rey headed straight for the cover of the forest. She wanted to make it as far away from the estate as possible before resting, but being so unused to flying for such distances, she soon tired. The rhythm of her wings faltered for a moment and she dropped a few feet.
Okay, she thought. Time to rest.
She landed softly in the upper branches of a dense white spruce, where she found a comfortable nook to settle in, and fell asleep smiling at her newfound freedom.
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Jolted awake by the sound of loud male voices, Rey looked down and almost gasped aloud- Lord Ren and General Hux were directly underneath her tree, and they were discussing her! No wait- arguing about her.
“Tell me again why we are wasting our time tracking down one runaway kitchen Sprite,” Hux drawled.
“I don’t need to explain myself to you. If I wanted your opinion, I’d give it to you,” Kylo snapped.
“You didn’t make this much of a fuss when what’s-his-name deserted last year, and he actually had value,” Hux fired back.
“I suppose, if you consider canon fodder valuable.”
“But then again,” Hux continued, as if he hadn’t heard Kylo, “that trooper didn’t have tits and a cunt, so I suppose he wasn’t worth your time. All this fuss just because you want to wet your prick. Pathetic.”
Rey flinched at Hux’s crassness, and a twig under her foot snapped. Both men instantly fell silent, and she huddled closer to the trunk, praying the spruce’s snow-laden needles would provide enough cover to keep her concealed.
Kylo peered into the branches and summoned a gust of wind that sent snow and needles swirling, revealing her small figure hiding among the branches. He grinned with triumph.
“The chase is up, little one,” he called to her. Rey glared back at him and shook her wings indignantly, fluttering even higher in the branches. She looked down at him smugly- elves couldn’t fly, and he was much too heavy to climb up to where she was. She could quite happily wait him out in the canopy indefinitely.
He mimicked her smug smile, and with a flick of his hand, it Rey’s muscles locked in place and she toppled from the tree into his waiting arms.
“Got you.” He grinned wolfishly and caressed her cheek, “if I release you, will you behave?” He chuckled at her answering glare.
“No, of course not. No matter, we have a long journey back to the manor and I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable if you’re asleep.” Pressing a large hand to her forehead, he sent her into a deep slumber.
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Rey woke up slowly, her head feeling like it had been stuffed with cotton. Even before her eyes blinked open, she could tell that she was still in the forest. Her nose picked up the layered scent of the woods, bright perfume released from tannins and sap followed by the sweet, earthy smell of decomposing needles. Her brow furrowed in confusion– why would Kylo just leave her here after he hunted her down? What did he want from her?
She pulled herself up and stretched out her stiff limbs, glancing around her surroundings. Past the small copse of trees she was resting in, she could see the shadowy outline of what looked to be… a chair? Squaring her shoulders, she started to move forward to investigate, but was abruptly halted when she crashed into an invisible wall.
She picked herself off the ground with a huff and angrily flapped her wings to dislodge the snow before cautiously leaning a few inches closer. She could see a slight shimmer in the air before her, indicating the limits of what she now understood to be some sort of magical jail cell.
Just then, the looming figure of Kylo Ren appeared before her. He sat in the throne-like chair she was just considering, and pulled a sheaf of parchment in front of him.
What is this place? How can she be standing in the middle of a snowy forest and simultaneously be watching Kylo reading god-knows-what?
“Where am I?” she demanded angrily.
“You’re in my quarters,” he replied.
“I meant, what is this… prison?”
“Ah, of course. Mortals would call it a ‘snow globe,’ though, I’ve modified it slightly so that instead of a plain winter scene encased in glass, I can keep my slippery little sprite safe and sound in a sphere of my own magic. I must say, you make such a lovely little ornament on my desk.”
She growled at him, feeling herself flush with anger as a self satisfied smirk spread across his face. “So what now? You’re just going to keep me trapped in here forever?”
“Not forever, no. Just until you can demonstrate the appropriate attitude befitting one of my station”
She snorted humorlessly, “that’s likely.”
“Have it your way, just so long as you understand that I am the one in control here.” With that, he waved a hand and the shimmering wall turned solid and opaque, blocking her off from the world outside.
Instantly panicking, Rey pounded her fists against the wall, but found it unmovable. She screamed, first for help, then in anger, hurling insults at the man she was sure was still sitting calmly at his desk, watching and listening to her. She had no way of knowing how long she frantically tried to escape, only that eventually she ran out of stamina and slumped to the ground underneath the big spruce tree, crying.
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She quickly learned that Kylo preferred not to keep her in the dark. He seemed to like that the only thing that was keeping her sane was his presence. She could track the passage of time by monitoring his daily routine, and she began to scratch markers into a tree branch she was confident he couldn’t see.
Before his nighttime ablutions, he would pick up her little prison, making her lurch with the sudden movement, and carry her across the room to set her down on his bedside table. When her world was stable once more, she would be confronted with the offensive sight of his well sculpted, and completely bare, torso.
“Don’t you have a robe or something you could put on?” She snapped at him, a rosy flush spreading over her cheeks and down her graceful neck.
“I could, but then I would miss your delicious little blush, and I’m not in the habit of denying myself.” He said with a leer.
Flush deepening, she resolved from then on to steadfastly study the foliage of her tiny forest at bedtime.
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She also learned that he liked to talk to her throughout the day, usually about inconsequential things, but would refuse to acknowledge her should she choose to speak until she called him by some sort of honorific.
“What do you think, pet? Should we put Countess Phasma at the same table as General Hux, or is that encouraging disaster?” He asked her casually as he went over seating arrangements for yet another festival.
“Kylo. let me out.”
“No no, you’re right,” he continued, completely ignoring her plea. “Best not to meddle. If Hux wants to court Phasma he’ll just have to find the gumption to do so himself.” He smiled indulgently at her, “aren’t you glad I took the initiative for us?”
She gaped at him in disbelief. Is that what he thinks this is? Does he think that kidnapping her and keeping her in this snow globe prison counts as some sort of deranged courting ritual? He had to be delusional if he did.
Though, in her weaker moments, a part of her insisted that he wasn’t so bad. Certainly, he enjoyed goading her, but it has become clear that he wanted her, and if she were to give in, to do what he wants, he could make her life very comfortable.
“I know you’re lonely, I feel it too.” He said one night. She could see the shape of him in the dark, lying on his back with an arm tossed lazily behind his pillow.
She ignored him resolutely.
“You don’t have to be. Just submit to me, Rey. I want you by my side, always.” He turned onto his side, looking entreatingly at the tiny figure in the snow globe placed carefully next to his bed.
“I won’t be your whore.” She spat.
“So you’d rather be less? Because as of right now, you’re nothing more than a decoration on my shelf. I could take you out and play with you at will, would you like that?”
She stuttered a breath and tried to glower menacingly, but her skin reddened tellingly as she considered the implications of his words.
“Ah, you would,” he smirked.
“You can’t keep me in here forever” She huffed, a clumsy attempt at changing the subject.
“I think you’ll find I can, quite easily. I like you like this, a captive audience, hanging on my every word, and completely dependent on me.”
“You’re a monster.”
“Yes, I am. But I am a patient moster, and rest assured little sprite, eventually you will beg me to let you out of there. And when you do, I shall show you clemency, and you will bestow your thanks upon me in whichever way I desire.”
“I don’t understand,” she whispered, “Why me? I’m nothing. Nobody.”
“Not to me,” he said and met her gaze intently, a possessive fire in his eyes. His dark appraisal sent shivers down her spine and she lowered her eyes before turning away and flitting into the relative security of the tree branches.
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“Please Ky-my Lord, please let me out.” Her plea sounded more desperate when spoken aloud than it had in her head.
But it had been weeks, if not months, of solitude in this God forsaken prison. She’d given up on counting the days, resigned to the fact that she was never going to escape, not unless Kylo deigned to let her out.
Kylo was sitting behind the desk, posture as regal as ever. He brought his eyes to hers and quirked a brow. “And what will you do for me, should I acquiesce?”
“Anything,” she gasped, desperate to not spend another minute in there. “Everything.”
He hummed in consideration before reaching his hand out to the globe. Her heart skipped in anticipation. This is it, she was really getting out!
“You have one chance, pet, to thank me appropriately, and show me you deserve my generosity.” She nodded, and his fingers passed through the icy barrier. In this warped reality, she was barely bigger than one of his fingers, so she climbed onto his palm and let herself be lifted out of her prison.
She blinked and found herself standing before him. He roved his hands appreciatively along her body, pushing the straps of her dress over her shoulders and letting the fabric drift to the floor.
He guided her to her knees in front of him, his touch deceptively light as he asked, “are you ready to show me your gratitude, pet?”
She nodded almost imperceptibly, and he cocked his head to the side to examine her subservient posture, dark eyes glittering with sadistic lust.
“You look good like this, on your knees for me.”
He threaded his fingers through her hair and she instinctively leaned into the touch before remembering herself and jerking back, but he had his hands fisted in her hair and held her in place.
He took her hands in his and guided them to the front of his pants. She focused on the fabric in front of her, slowly unzipping him and reaching under the layers of cloth. She took him in her little hand, fingertips just barely meeting as they wrapped around his length. Then she looked up at him, childlike in her innocence and unsure what to do next.
“Sweet girl. You begged so prettily to be let out, why don’t you beg me some more.” She dropped her gaze, nervous, but he tapped her chin to bring her eyes back to him. He covered her hand with one of his own, and used her grip to stroke himself.
“P-Please.” she stuttered out.
“Please what? Tell your Lord what you want.”
She blinked away tears, confused and insecure. She just wanted to be free, but she knew now that would never happen. He will never let her go. She tried to focus on practicality– she didn’t want to go back in the snow globe, and for that to happen she had to be sweet. Agreeable. Obedient.
She looked back up at him, “please, My Lord, let me th-thank you.”
He groaned at how beguiling she looked, wide eyes staring up at him and glistening with unshed tears. Entirely innocent, unaware of the depths of his depravities. He tightened his grip in her hair, bringing her head closer to his crotch.
“Go on, little one.”
She stuck her tongue out and licked him tentatively, tasting a hint of salt on the sensitive skin of his head. His eyes darkened as he watched her begin laving his cock with little kitten licks.
“Enough of that now, take it inside.”
She followed his instruction after a brief hesitation, swallowing the tip of his cock and hollowing her cheeks to give it an experimental suck.
He groaned and shifted his hips, pushing himself in further. It couldn’t have been more than a few inches, but she sputtered and gagged, then lurched back, desperate for breath. Chuckling at her inexperience, he allowed her the reprieve, jerking her upright by the hair instead.
“Up, pet.” He ordered, “there will be plenty of time to practice that later.” Using her hair to pull her to stand before him, he palmed her breasts before spinning her around and bending her over his desk, guiding her hands to rest beside her head.
The lacquered wood of the desk was cool on her flushed skin as she leaned her torso over it. The new angle brought her eye level with the snow globe, and she marvelled at how perfectly innocuous it looked from the outside. Her wings quivered in pleasure and settled around her as he stroked a finger over the delicate skin. This isn’t so bad, she thought.
A hard smack on her backside jolted her from her thoughts and she whimpered at the sting.
“Too hard?” He crooned, falsely apologetic. “But I have to discipline you sweetheart. You’ve been such a stubborn little girl, haven’t you?”
More tears pricked her eyes when he slapped her again, but she nodded anyway. She had been pretty stubborn.
“That’s right, just be good for me, hm?” His hands soothed away some of the burn before he dipped between her legs and felt along the sensitive skin of her vulva.
“Not wet for me yet,” he tsked. “Such an ungrateful little cunt.” He gave her clit a perfunctory stroke before sinking two fingers into her tight channel.
She cried out at the burning stretch, but his fingers continued their rough exploration, mercilessly drawing moisture from her body. Rey tried her best to focus on the patterned wallpaper and ignore how the harshness of his fingers pushing in and out gave her the urge to roll her hips with him. Just as soon as she adjusted to the intrusion, he pulled his slickened fingers out and sucked them into his mouth, humming in approval at the taste of her.
When his possessive hands left her body, she shivered with trepidation at the rustle of fabric and the soft clink of this belt buckle that signified the removal of his trousers. He stepped into her, nudging her legs wider apart with his feet. A prickle of heat spread under her skin as he rubbed his length through her wetness. She recalled how big he looked in her hand and shivered at the thought of him inside her– how will it fit?
Slowly, and deceptively gently, he guided himself to her entrance, murmuring for her to relax while he worked the head into her. She sucked in a breath at the stinging pressure- the stretch of his fingers was nothing compared to being split open on his cock, unable to adjust.
“Ah- t-too big” she tried to protest, but was shushed harshly. He fucked into her until his powerful thighs pressed into pliant flesh. Except- oh- he wasn’t stopping- the edge of the desk biting painfully into her hips as he pushed himself in farther than she thought possible.
“I have to teach you your place, pet. You’re mine. This cunt belongs to me.” He growled as he pulled back then and snapped his hips forward. He set a punishing rhythm that rocked her against the desk. Her toes scrambled for purchase on the stone floor and she buried her head in her arms.
“Too much?” His words punctuated with another brutal thrust, making her whine pitifully. “Poor little sprite, doesn’t like being impaled on her Lord’s big cock?”
She didn’t. Shook her head and whimpered, futilely trying to deny the tension coiling in her belly.
“Little liar.” He hissed and wrenched her arms behind her back, pulling her torso up to press against his chest. Her back arched and he rutted into her with new vigour, chasing his own release.
He reached around to circle her clit forcefully, ratcheting the tension in her core as his hips stuttered and he released himself inside her with a long moan. Her breath stuttered in time with his thrusts, toes curling and walls fluttering around him. She came with a small cry, the tension melting from her body as he slumped over her back.
“What a good girl,” he praised sweetly, “coming all over my cock.” He exhaled into her hair, nuzzling into her neck like a contented kitten.
When he finally pulled himself free and stepped back, her knees buckled. Coltish legs too weak to support her weight, he scooped her into his arms and carried her across the room to his bed.
He laid her down gently, incongruent with the harshness of what had just transpired, and arranged her boneless limbs under the soft sheets. She didn’t feel him climb in next to her, engulfed as she was in warmth and softness, and soothed by his intoxicating scent of woodsmoke and juniper. She was asleep before he gathered her into his arms and whispered for her to rest.
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Rey was awoken the next morning by the brush of soft lips against her cheekbone and light fingertips trailing up and down her arm. She felt comfortable and warm for the first time in well, ever. She rolled over, fully intending to go back to sleep, but the sight that greeted her made that sense of comfort and safety dissipate instantly.
Kylo had the snow globe gripped in one hand, and Rey’s own in his other. She could feel him begin to call on his power, creating a heady miasma in the air around her.
“No!” she yelled as she realizes what he intended to do, “please Ky-My Lord, please don’t put me back in there!” She begged him, beseeching eyes meeting a cold black gaze.
The corners of his mouth lifted as he listened to her beg, but he was resolute.
“I have business off the estate this week. It will be better to keep you contained, so I can come back to you safe and sound right where I left you.”
“No! Please!” She pleaded desperately, “you can just lock me in the room. I won’t try to leave, I swear!” Becoming hysterical at the prospect of being trapped in the snow globe prison, alone in his quarters, for a whole week.
“Worry not, my darling little sprite, I’ll let you back out when I return, and you can keep proving how devoted you are to me.”
He grasped her jaw in his firm grip and kissed her forehead tenderly. Helpless and unable to bear the betrayal, she closed her eyes as she felt his power surge around her. There was a lurching feeling behind her navel, and when she opened her eyes, she was overcome by the urge to retch at the familiar odour of the forest- biting pine and sweet decay. Her fingers brushed against the barrier as she fell to her knees in the soft snowbank and watched Kylo leave his chambers, the heavy wood door falling decisively shut behind him.