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The sun is relentless, creeping higher in the sky as the town – such as it is – appears on the horizon. It’s more a ruin really, a way station on the road from Mustafar, the kind of place no-one would visit for any other reason than pure desperation. They are not quite desperate but the men are tired and they are hungry. The horses plod along the dusty track, as worn down as their riders. The sun is very strong. The wheels on Ap'leks cart squeak and rattle in the divots on the rough road. Creak. Thud. Creak. Thud. Kylo squints into the distance as they draw near, revolted more than relieved as the ramshackle outpost becomes clear.
“Jakku,” Kuruk utters at his side.
“You know it?” Kylo inquires, glancing at his comrade for a moment before turning his eyes back to the road ahead. Kuruk grunts.
“Only by reputation, my lord,” he replies. “Worse than a hovel. A cesspit. Lower than that - a dried out turd on the road.” Kylo considers this.
“So long as the wenches are wet, it'll do,” Cardo quips from behind and there is a rumbling exchange of laughter. Kylo is less interested in dipping his wick, least of all in the diseased cunt of some backwater whore but it has been a hard few weeks and his men are in need of respite.
It is a sand blown place, Kylo muses as the horses draw ever nearer, a desiccated carcass of an outpost. Tumbleweeds blow across the street as they pass beneath what stands for a gate. There is a horse trough just inside, barely filled and buzzing with flies but still the horses make straight for it. Kylo dismounts, patting Silencer's neck and watching on with distaste as his steed takes a drink. He is far too fine a specimen for such stagnant muck but will not be denied and so Kylo lets him drink. He looks around and his mind wanders to the clean brooks of Alderaan, lush green pastures and soft breezes. One day soon they will return there, the horses will roam those meadows and the men will sip fine vintages in Coruscant parlors. They will enjoy Chandrilan sweet meats and fine fruits from Naboo, but alas, for now, Jakku must do.
There is a smith and a stable, which pleases the horses, and a tavern with wenches, which pleases the men. Both are managed by an odious specimen named Plutt, a sweaty slug of a man with a belly so big it becomes clear where all the prosperity of this desperate place has gone. Straight to his gut, though by the state of his dress Kylo can't say that much makes it to his pockets. It matters not – the horses are freshly shod and resting in shady stables, and his knights are happily installed in the back room of what passes for an inn. Something that the old slug has the temerity to call ale is served, sour wine is poured and his men are fed. Kylo chews on some salt-less bread to line his stomach and sips some small beer, cautious to the end even as his knights are eager for the entertainments that are offered.
As women go they are unremarkable, a large breasted wench who probably spent her youth nursing a slew of fatherless brats and a dark skinned slut in a dirty dress. There are others, shoved in through the door by their landlord as Ap'lek dumps a fat bag of coin on the table. One starts playing a hallikset while another one begins dancing and flashing her legs. Cardo and Ushar don't hold back, and soon the others follow. Kylo finishes his ale as breasts are bared and excuses himself – he has no desire to see Trudgen's boil-pocked butt bouncing between the thighs of some tavern slut.
Kylo is installed in what Plutt assures him is the grandest room, with creaky boards and draughty windows and the skeleton of a four poster bed. It is something that Kylo can admit he's stayed in worse places, but noble blood or not, that is the life of a soldier. This place is at least preferable to last night’s dusty ditch and there is an actual bed.
To one side are stacked the chests from Ap'lek's cart - their quarry for this endeavor. He is but a servant and does as his master bids him, however grim the task may be. He unbuckles his sword and shucks off his surcoat, dumping them on the bed and making his way to the top most chest. Title deeds for noble lands and contracts of indentured labor, commitments of troops and promissory notes rest atop the bags of coins and gems. He plucks a ruby and tosses it in his palm, admiring the deep shimmering red.
There is a knock and he slams the chest shut, fastening the lock as the door creaks open. Kylo glowers as Plutt enters and behind him a withered crone carrying a roasted capon or something like it.
“My lord,” the old slug croons. “A meal for you. And a bath.” Kylo observes as a boy and old man drag a copper tub across the floor and set it in front of the unlit fire. They shuffle out and the old crone turns to snatch a pitcher of wine and some rough terracotta cups from the hands of a scrawny girl. She utters some chastisement at the wretched looking creature, rail thin and barely a woman yet. Kylo cannot understand their rough language, only the look on the girl's face as when she attempts to retreat her exit is halted by Plutt's meaty hand on her skinny arm. He grunts at her and the girl's expression betrays her unhappiness at this situation, shoved back into the room as she is by the landlord's rough touch.
“This one will attend your pleasure, Lord Ren,” he grunts. “She isn't much to look at I know, but she's clean.” The girl looks at the floor, trembling with either fear or rage Kylo isn't quite sure but the flash of her dark eyes in his direction implies fiery temperament that he recognises. Kylo takes a moment to consider this situation and at his hesitation Plutt speaks again. “She's a virgin, I guarantee it.” He smiles then, or really it is a leer. “If my lord would enjoy the honor,” he chuckles.
Kylo draws himself to his full height and moves slowly closer, making pretence of inspecting the girl. Behind her, the boy returns to upend a bucket into the copper tub and then the old man and the old crone too. The girl takes shuddering breaths and clenches her jaw as he looks her up and down, the bathwater gurgling into the tub behind her. She is courageous enough to look him in the eye if only for a moment and Kylo finds he rather likes that. When he does not speak, Plutt doubts his interest.
“Or perhaps your second might want her? It's past time for her to be broken in,” he says. Kylo imagines this pathetic creature downstairs with his knights. Yes, they'd have a fine time with her he is sure. He imagines them arm wrestling and competing in feats of foolishness for the pleasure of being first, sees in his mind's eye this half starved girl being passed around the room while each of them takes his fill. It rather arouses him, truth be told, to imagine her ravished like that, to see her dripping with their leavings from every orifice, knees dirty from squatting on the floor. He himself is not forbidden from partaking, but he's of noble blood and his master cautions him against such unsanitary behavior. No, better not to leave a trail of bastards across the land or bring some pox into his marriage bed when the time finally comes for him to wed some brainless princess and produce an heir. But there are other pleasures which he might yet enjoy and this one is quite pretty. He likes the fierceness in her eye and thinks they might have a little fun yet.
“You may leave us,” he utters coolly, taking the girl's arm from Plutt's grip. Plutt smiles, a grotesque brown toothed thing before he steps toward the door. He ushers the other servants out and takes a moment to grunt something at the girl, before bowing at Kylo and leaving them in peace.
Kylo stands before the girl for a moment, her arm still clasped in his hand as he takes a good look. He turns her one way then the other, assessing the roundness of her backside which stands in plump contrast to her chest. He pulls her closer and tugs at the front of her dress to get a better look, seeing the vaguest flash of little tits before she pulls back in affront. Kylo huffs in amusement and shoves her toward the table. Uppity little thing – surely she knows what she is here for?
“Wine,” he commands and when she stares at him, he huffs again. “Wine,” he says once more, pointing at the pitcher. The girl gulps and shuffles cautiously toward it, lifting the weighty pitcher in her spindly arms to pour him a cup. As he drinks he observes the way she clutches it against her chest and eyes the door. Kylo snorts and dumps his cup on the table, stripping off his clothing determined as he is to make the best of the bathwater before it goes cold. The girl's eyes go wide as his body is revealed and he smirks.
“Bath time,” he tells her, though he suspects she cannot understand. She stands mute, staring at his broad chest with that pitcher still clasped in her arms. He wrests it from her and tugs on her clothing, shoving her toward the copper tub and reaching down to pull off his boots. She chides him in her strange language but he does not relent, slapping her hands away as she tries to squirm out of his grip. He shoves her toward the tub where she stands sheepish, rubbing her arm and eyes flicking between the water and his bare flesh. Through the floorboards he hears the smashing of a dish and the howling of the knights as they carouse in the rooms downstairs, indecipherable raised voices and the phoney giggling of women paid to laugh. At least this one isn't going to insult him like that. He enjoys the way her breath shudders, her eyes darting from him toward the door once more as he unlaces his breeches. Stark naked he reaches for her, pulling her closer as she tries to evade his grip.
“Uh huh, little one,” he tells her gently, pulling her near. She is staring at his cock and so he gives her a moment to take it in, to let her mind catch up to what her body is going to be receiving. She is a slip of a thing really, and that rather thrills him. He doesn't want to risk getting a bastard on her, but she has a pretty mouth and that lovely round ass. “Off,” he grunts then, yanking on her dress. She gasps, the sound morphing into a whimper as he catches her in his arms again and starts to peel it off himself. She is trembling, and she says something in her Jakku tongue. Maybe it means no, but he tells himself that it means yes. She’s a whore, they always say yes. Her resistance sends the blood south to his cock, which surprises him a little. He is not a man known for his whoring, but he is a man nonetheless. And it has been a hard few weeks, a bloody few weeks: a lot of suffering, a good measure of death. And so, right now he's in the mood for a little tenderness – after a fashion. “Hush, hush, hush,” he soothes, pouting at her and holding her close. “Just a little bath hmm?”
Kylo steps into the water, and it is warm enough. She huffs a breath as he drags her in beside him, standing stone still as he sits. It is a tight squeeze but there is room; he needs a scrub, and she probably does too. She stands over him, one arm across her small breasts and the other trying to hide the thatch of hair between her legs. Kylo's nostrils flare and then he drags her down into the water.
“Soap,” he says, pointing at the bar that sits on the stool beside them. The girl looks at it and back at him, and when he nods she cautiously reaches forward to take it. He admires the sway of her little tits as she moves, small but sweet against her ribby chest. Yes she's rather thin, but up close now he thinks she's quite pretty. And those lips, they will look very nice around his cock. She offers him the soap but rather than take it, he blankets her hands with his and plunges them into the water. He rubs until foam starts to leak out between their fingers and with a little further prodding they are soon soaping each other up. She doesn't relax exactly but he thinks her fear is perhaps taken down a notch. Everyone is afraid of him, so it makes for a pleasant diversion when a bed warmer is not. He rubs his palms over her breasts very gently and smiles when she has the temerity to meet his eye. Yes, that's better.
“What's your name, little one?” he asks then. She blinks and does not reply. Kylo huffs and gently prods between her breasts. “You.” She stares at him, something in her mind ticking over as she assesses his meaning. “Kylo,” he says then, poking himself in the chest. “You?” he tries again, another gentle poke to her pale skin. She blinks and he repeats the motion. “Kylo,” he says again, slowly pointing to his chest. He moves his finger back to hers, holding her gaze. She's quite lovely really, all fluttering lashes and pink lips. That same lip twitches and she is silent for a moment longer.
“Rey,” she says then and he softens a little more, giving her a little smile.
“Rey,” he says again, stroking her hair back from her face. “Pretty,” he comments, tracking the path of his hand down her arm. Yes, her breasts are small but they're quite cute really, with little pink nipples that point in the right direction puckered up as they are in the water. He circles his fingertip around one and his lip twitches, smirking at the way she shivers. He cups it, barely there beneath his big palm but when he looks up at her face her eyes dart surreptitiously to his for a moment before she looks away once more. His eyes narrow and track her line of sight to where his sword and dagger lie in their sheaths on the bed. His nostrils flare and he gives her nipple a cautionary tug. “Don't go getting any ideas,” he warns as she twitches at the touch, though he rather likes the idea she would even try. They can play. He likes to wrestle, and wouldn't mind pinning her to the floor or to the bed. It sounds like fun.
He catches her fingers then, deciding she needs a little distraction to put thoughts of murder out of her head. If he's going to get his throat slit in the night, she better make it worth it. He brings her hand closer, observing the way her lips part and her face flushes red as he curls it around his cock. Her throat bobs and she is cautious but compliant, staring at it where it juts up through the water between them.
“That's it,” he murmurs, holding her fast with an arm around her back and the other guiding her touch. The water laps against the side of the tub as they move, his big fingers squeezing hers around his cock that twitches in approval at this development. After a minute, he releases her and leans back to watch. She glances up at him and he smiles a little before reaching for her other hand, a satisfied exhalation of breath tumbling out of his chest as she sets both to the task. “Yes, that's nice,” he says approvingly, his hips thrusting up into her hand and then again and again, till water sloshes over the side of the tub. He reaches down to fondle his balls and she observes it, something curious on her face as she looks him in the eye once more. “Hmm, that's it,” he says, guiding her touch there too. And it's very nice, aching as he is from weeks of denied release but it would be a shame to waste it in the bathwater when her mouth is so very pretty.
She clutches the sides of the tub as he starts to move, water cascading all over the floor as he rises to his feet and drags her with him. The girl, Rey, staggers a little but she doesn't resist as he steps out of the tub and pulls her along to stand beside him. There are some towels, but they're out of reach and he's not so charitable as to be concerned with her knees. No, he lets them knock against the floorboards as he shoves her down before him. His grip is tight as he guides his cock to her mouth, fingers tangling in her hair as she tries to twist away from it. She speaks again in that funny Jakku tongue, her brow furrowing but he is insistent.
“Come on now,” he growls, shoving himself between her lips. “You have to sing for your supper, little one.” He has to guide her, but that's kind of nice. His mother always told him he had the patience to be a good teacher. He starts out slowly, just a little in and out of that lovely warm mouth and she seems to settle. Kylo strokes her face and murmurs soothingly at her. “That's a good girl,” he tells her, pouting at her and blinking at her like she was a skittish barn cat. His hips roll and he guides her head, tilting one way and then the other. Her eyes are wide peering up at him, shocked and stunned by this act in a way that he rather enjoys. He presses a little deeper and she chokes, and then does it again till she tries to pull away. Kylo lets her, lets her catch her breath for a moment and takes the opportunity to drag his balls across her face. He pouts at her and taps his dick across her cheek, smiling as he presses in again. Yes, he's very patient really, she should thank her lucky stars.
Again he goes deep until she chokes, and then again, her eyes closing and something sort of faraway on her face. He wonders where she's gone to, but he doesn't particularly care so long as she keeps taking down his dick like that. It makes a wonderful sound, and her face is really quite beautiful.
Her hands are on his legs now and he's rolling ever deeper, over and over and faster and faster how he really likes. His nostrils flare and his jaw clenches but eventually pitiful little sounds start to fall out of his chest. It would be unmanly in any other context, but not with this girl on her knees and his cock in her mouth.
“Oh that's a good girl, Rey,” he hisses, thrusting into her mouth again and again. “Take it nice and deep.” It feels good, it sounds good and he enjoys the way she gasps for breath. He lets her have a minute, lets her spend some time licking his balls before they start again. He thinks they can try this again later, since she seems to have gotten the knack. He can stretch her over the bed and use her throat like he really enjoys, but right now his balls feel full to bursting and it's getting hard to hold back. He pulls her hair and tilts her head, squeezing her cheeks so that her mouth is open and when he comes she yelps in surprise. She flinches as he spills onto her tongue, a gratifyingly large mess that fills her mouth. She sputters, cum dripping over her lovely pink lips but he thinks a little deference is due. It’s not like he gives to just anyone. He closes her jaw and holds her head, looking her right in the eye.
“Get it down,” he urges. “That's it. Yes, swallow it all, my little one.” Her eyes are pleading as he holds her, trembling on her knees and her mouth full of cum. Yes, it's a beautiful sight and he's having a lot of fun. Her throat bobs and he smiles approvingly, stroking her cheek. “Good girl Rey,” he says again, releasing his grip on her arm. She flops to the floor and catches her breath, wiping her chin on the back of her hand as he takes a seat.
Kylo rubs his hand across his face and lets out a long breath, quite satisfied overall. His cock is flushed and floppy, but glistening nice and wet. He loves the way it sounds when it's all sloppy like that. He pours himself some more wine and slouches in the chair, observing how Rey cautiously looks around. Her watery eyes dart to the door once more and he clucks his tongue.
“Not quite, little one,” he tells her between gulps of wine. “We're not done yet.” She probably doesn't have the first idea what he's saying, but she'll soon figure it out.
Kylo refills his cup and holds it out toward her, calling her name to catch her attention. She hesitates, staring at the wine and so he shakes it a little until she finally accepts. She gulps it down, probably grateful to be rid of the taste of his cum. He doesn't particularly care if she likes it, that isn't why she's here. But she is pretty, and she did a good job given that she didn't seem to have much of a clue. And so he feels rather charitable and invites her up.
“Come on,” he urges, patting his knee. She stares at him wide eyed and so he does it again, and when she still doesn't move he drags her off the floor and plonks her on his lap. “Hungry, little one?” he inquires, pulling the rather sad looking chicken closer. She stares at it with ravenous eyes and yes, she's too ribby to get fed all that much. He tears off a leg and hands it to her, stroking the back of her head. She looks at it and then at him and when he nods, she stuffs it hungrily into her mouth.
It's sort of off-putting, the way she eats, but in its own way gratifying too - like feeding a stray. She can't be very old, which is nice for him, and he wonders what happened to her that she would end up in a place like this. He feels quite pleased in the end that Plutt had been saving her up: he can't imagine enjoying those used up whores downstairs as much as he is this pretty little thing. He drags another dish closer, it looks like some kind of stew and her eyes are wide as saucers as he puts it in front of her. She starts to stuff it down with her hands until he gives her a spoon, wiping off her fingers with a cloth as she does. She really is a feral creature. She stares at him, the gesture oddly tender but she needn't think it means anything much. He just doesn't want her touching him with sticky fingers. He dips some bread into the stew and helps himself to some more chicken, stroking her back as she stops to heave a breath.
“Too much, too soon I think,” he chides, pushing the food away from her. She seems to understand what he means by that, rubbing her belly and a frown on her face. She hiccoughs and Kylo laughs, pulling her back against him. She can have a minute to let that go down, it'll give him some time to get it up again. He strokes her hair again and rubs his thumb over her lips, her wide eyes staring at him still. She isn't trembling at least though her knees look rather pink. He smirks. Yes, he likes them on their knees like that. “Yes, you did a very good job, Rey,” he tells her with a smile, stroking her cheek with his knuckles. Her lashes flutter and it's like she doesn't know where to put her eyes. It's cute, that bashfulness, he likes how innocent she is. His hand wanders lower, stroking around those little pink nipples again and since they both need some time to recover, thinks that's rather a nice way to pass the time.
He pulls her closer, hoists her up a bit and dips his neck. She goes stiff as his tongue touches her, but she soon relaxes into it. Yes, they like this, women, like having a mouth on their tits and he likes putting his mouth there, especially such pert little ones like this. He drags her closer still, pulls her legs down either side of his and she holds onto his shoulder as he enjoys this little diversion.
“Stroke my hair,” he urges, moving her hand to the back of his head. “Yes, that's it. Hmm, yes that's nice, Rey.” Her breath is a little stuttering and he can feel her pubic hair against his belly. Yes, maybe he'll have a little play down there at the same time. He holds her with one hand around her back, enjoying the way she gasps as his teeth begin to nibble. He holds her eye as he gives one nipple a little tug and then soothes it with his tongue. She watches on, her face almost aghast but he thinks she might rather like that. He leans into her hand again and she resumes stroking his hair. It's nice, he can almost pretend she’s someone who loves him.
Eventually his hand travels south and she squirms a little more vigorously as his fingers press near her center. Kylo is undeterred.
“Uh huh, keep still,” he warns, narrowing his eyes. Her face screws up and she whimpers as his finger insinuates itself inside, her whole body going stiff. “Stars, that's tight,” he growls, pressing deeper. She tries to push against him but his arm around her is like a vice. “Hold still now,” he purrs, gratified by the wet smack of her warm cunt. “Oh yes, that's very nice,” he hisses, holding her fast as he slaps his palm up against her.
She speaks, a squeaking sound as her face screws up and writhing in his embrace as he fucks her with one long digit. Whatever she is saying, it's largely irrelevant when he's enjoying himself so much. He's paying for this, for all of this, the food, the wine, the whores – why should his men get all the fun. And she's young and fresh, and this little cunt is very tight.
After another minute Kylo stands and carries a squirming Rey to the bed, tipping her back and pinning her with his body. She thrashes beneath him but he just holds her fast.
“You want to wrestle, little one?” he chuckles, rather enjoying her protest. She's quite bony but still soft in that pleasing way that women are. He leans close until she gives up her struggle, which takes a little while and just helps his cock get hard again. She tries to wriggle up the mattress as his finger presses back inside of her, so he holds her tight by the shoulder and kind of hooks his finger in her cunt and pulls her back. She gasps, her mouth falling open in shock and it's delicious. “That's it,” he tells her, pulling out and stroking across her slit for a minute to soothe her. “Oh, how about another one?” She cries out as one finger becomes two, closing her eyes and thrashing about against the quilt. She can't know that's exactly what he wants, how he loves seeing her squirm like this. Her little cunt makes a beautiful smacking sound as he pumps his fingers into her, every little sob going straight to the tip of his cock. “Oh I'd love to fuck you,” he tells her wistfully. “Open up this sweet little cunt.” Yes, he's very aroused, such wicked words to pass between his lips. He isn't usually so beastly, but she gets his blood up this one. He looks her in the eye and she goes still for a moment, her throat bobbing and her lip quivering in a way he finds very appealing.
Gruff and impatient now he withdraws his fingers and presses on her thigh, folding her up and spreading her sex wide for his perusal.
“Oh, that's pretty,” he murmurs, licking his lips. And it is, all pink and flushed and twitching as she wriggles. He dips his head and has a taste, and then tastes a little more. It's a shame he can't really fuck her, because he'd really love to fill her up. He imagines her down with the others, how much fun they would all have. They'd love the way she thrashed and struggled, and honestly, he'd quite like to see that. He sticks his tongue up inside of her and imagines this little hole getting stuffed with a fat cock, and then another and another till she was dripping with cum.
“Fuck,” he snaps, pulling back and grasping her hips. She yelps as he flips her over, the bed sheet tangling beneath as he drags her closer. Yes, he'd really like to fuck her there, but stupid is as stupid does and it would be very stupid to get a child on some worthless Jakku slut. He'll just content himself with her taint and let the others try their luck.
He drags his fingers through the wetness at her cunt and spreads it up between her cheeks, prodding with his finger and enjoying the way she squeaks.
“Stay still,” he snaps, holding her by the shoulder and pressing down on her back. She doesn't, just keeps on squirming until his finger breaches her tight little knot. She is saying something in her Jakku tongue, pleading it seems to him and he has a moment of compassion. “There, there, little one,” he soothes, stroking up her spine. “It's alright, it's alright. We'll go nice and easy.” He spits and brings his cock close, dragging her back by the hips. Her thighs are shaking, her lovely round backside trembling and it's a beautiful sight. “Oh, nice and easy,” he practically purrs as he presses his cock against her. “Oh, there we go,” he growls as he starts to rock his hips. She cries out again, and he wishes he could see the look on her face. Yes he can settle for this, it's not so soft and warm as a cunt but it's tight enough.
Kylo tangles his fingers in her hair and holds her there, enjoying the choking sobs as she presses her face into the quilt. It's beautiful, the way her tight little hole stretches to take him in. He moves slowly, takes his time about it. He's not a monster and he wants to see how deep she can take him. Not that deep but deep enough. The bed frame creaks a little as he rocks a little harder, and he spits again, thinking really he could do with some olive oil to help him on his way. But persistence and pressure pays off and soon he's sliding further. Oh it's very good, yes it feels so good it makes his head spin. Yes, she's working out this little Jakku virgin, very nicely indeed. His eyes fall closed as his head tips back, that sweet pressure building in his hips. She's stopped whimpering now, and when he looks at her face her eyes are closed.
“That's a good girl,” he babbles as his cock slides out and then back in. “You just lie still and take it.”
He takes his time with it but even the second time around can't last forever, especially not as tight as she is. Her little muscle squeezes around him and he thrusts in hard, once, twice, three times before he comes with a gruff bark of breath. His heartbeat hammers through his cock, pulsing hotly as he unloads inside of her. He can't come in that sweet little cunt, so this will have to do. And it does very fine indeed. He can feel his heartbeat in his dick, a profound sense of satisfaction washing through him.
He exhales, chest heaving as his cock slips out of her and his eyes fix on her taint opened up before him. It twitches and then quickly starts to shrink closed, sticky white seed dribbling down between her cheeks towards that pretty slit. Brainless as he is, Kylo has the wherewithal to catch it, wiping upward and smearing it across her back instead. No, he can't have any bastards left behind, not even on such a pretty little slut, not with such noble blood.
The girl collapses against the covers and he understands the sentiment, leaning forward on one hand as sense returns. She's very still, and very beautiful and he thinks she did a wonderful job. Stroking that beautiful round ass, he tries to think of the last time he peaked like he has tonight. It makes him feel oddly charitable, stroking up her spine with both hands and massaging her back.
“Yes, that was very nice, little one,” he murmurs, crawling across her to press a kiss to the back of her neck. “Good girl.” She sniffles against the sheet, twisting her head away as he kisses her cheek. “Oh, Rey” he huffs with a pouting sort of amusement, his arms snaking beneath her and pulling her back against his chest. “Didn't you like that?” he queries, nuzzling her jaw and neck and stroking up and down her body with broad hands. She sniffs again and won't meet his eye, but she doesn't try to get away. There's no point resisting and he's gratified to see that she's figured that much out at least. He pouts again, reaching up to wipe the tears off her cheeks. He hums and presses his nose into her hair, sort of thrilled by the sight of them. Poor creature, if she thinks he was a brute; she should just wait till the knights get their hands on her. “Hmm they'll fuck you raw, little one,” he tells her quietly, absently stroking her small breasts. “You'll be wishing you were still here with me.” She gulps and sniffs again, just letting him hold her which is something like progress he thinks. It's a waste of energy to try to get away when he's decided then that he's going to keep her for the night. Yes, he'll have her again for breakfast, will lay her out and enjoy that mouth some more. Then he'll fill her belly with toast and eggs and send her on her way. She's lucky really. His breath slows and his body hums in the pleasant torpor that comes after such pleasing congress, his eyes growing heavy as sleep settles over him.