Abraham's Daughter

by Meowmers_35

Summary:

The Princess of the First Order is nothing but a burden to her father Supreme Leader Snoke and everyone around her. She especially despises Commander Ren, who scorned her the most at her weakest. After extensive training in the secretive and elaborate Bene Gesserit Order, the Princess returns a new woman - a fearsome weapon necessary for the proliferation of the First Order’s supremacy.

Upon meeting the Princess again, Commander Ren is bewitched by her alluring charisma and captivating beauty. How will the Princess, still resentful of Kylo Ren, ward off the enchanted Commander’s growing infatuation?

Chapter 1: Awakening

She shuttered as she knelt before Supreme Leader Snoke—her father, in blood and name only. 

He wanted nothing to do with her. She was the product of a series of failed test experiments in the force that never came to fruition. She was the only surviving offspring of these attempts to harness his force in one being. And by a twist of fate, she was not force-sensitive—at least, not to the capacity he desperately needed.  

She felt his disdain for her in every fiber of her being. Every breath she took, she knew he saw it as a waste of air. She was a mistake, a blight in his grand plan of greatness. 

If she were a man, he would have killed her with no remorse, for she would have been utterly useless. He begrudgingly tolerated her only because she was a woman who could be sold off to strengthen the First Order’s claim on the galaxy. 

After all, she officially held the Princess of the First Order title. It would be a waste if she weren’t put to use. 

Here she was, a girl merely thirteen years old, prepared for the regular verbal abuse from her unsatisfied father. She took his criticism and anger to heart, for she was a very emotional and passionate person. Little did she know there was nothing in the whole galaxy that could give him the satisfaction he craved. 

Not even his new apprentice, Kylo Ren. He would cause even more problems for the young princess than she imagined. 

She had heard of the man, ten years older than she, coming from the affluent Skywalker family lineage. She could never imagine why he would want to run. He seemed to have the love she desperately craved. She did not understand why he would throw it all away in service of her dreadful father. 

The aforementioned apprentice then entered the room. His aura was menacing, sending another chill down her spine. He knelt beside her and acknowledged the Supreme Leader. She twitched upon hearing his modulated voice, and from the corner of her eye, she could make out a black metallic helmet on his head. 

He immediately turned his head to meet her gaze fully. She stilled and looked forward once more, slightly reddening out of embarrassment. 

“Forgive my presumptuous daughter Ren. She has yet to know her place as the useless pain in my side that she is,” bellowed Snoke. 

Kylo Ren grunted in acknowledgment, and she felt her shoulders cave inwards. She wanted to be as small as possible, to shrink and shrink until not even a particle of matter was left in her wake. 

“I have summoned you both here today to support my plans. As you know, Ren, I will take you under my wing as my successor in the ways of the Sith,” Snoke said. “It is a mounting task, to be sure, but you have shown your valor in destroying your past. I look forward to your immediate training.”

“Yes, master,” Kylo Ren answered while bowing his head. She saw flashes of the destruction her father spoke of. The poured blood, the smell of charred flesh, and young, fresh screams. He had killed children, just like her. She shivered again, aching to distance herself from the cold-blooded killer who sat in docile silence beside her. 

“And as for you, girl,” Snoke snarled. The slight smile he reserved for Ren was instantly replaced with his ever-present scowl. “Your training will commence immediately. You will be escorted off my ship and delivered to your remote facility until I deem you fit to return. Is that clear?”

She breathed in, trying to hide the fear in her voice. “Yes, father.” Her frightened state, however, did not please him. 

“You weak fool. Sometimes, I swear, you would do me more good dead. You’re lucky I can make use of your worthless cunt!” She cringed, crinkling her face to stop the tears from swelling. “Go forth, and do not fail me lest you wish to face dire consequences, girl.”

She barely spoke in agreement, with her last “yes, father,” gracing his ears for the last time before she would leave. 

“You are dismissed.” 

They both rose and turned for the door. The Princess sped up to keep pace with Ren, whose tall, broad frame blocked her vision. She followed him through the hallways in awkward silence as she tried to scurry past him to her room. She had a lot of packing to do, and she wanted to do something other than dawdle. 

He stopped abruptly, causing her to stumble into his back and grunt at the impact. 

He swiftly turned around, and although she could not see his eyes, she could feel the intensity of his fiery gaze staring down at her. “Foolish girl!” he harshly muttered. 

She looked back up at him and returned his cold stare. Hot rage swelled within her, and she could not hold back her pent-up aggression. 

“You forget yourself. I am Princess of the First Order. You have no authority to speak to me that way!” she huffed. A beat of silence passed between them as they both kept their ground. 

He stepped toward her, and it took all of her willpower not to cower away from him. He inched closer, casting a dark, menacing shadow over her as he drew near. 

“I do not forget myself. I do not ever forget myself. You will do well to know that I am not a man to be trifled with!” he seethed. “Your title is all that is keeping you alive, Princess,” he mocked. 

She craned her neck to stare into his blank visor and watched her cowardly reflection. She grimaced, and her eyes watered out of embarrassment. A beat passed, for she was left speechless. No clever, bold retort popped into her mind—only shame and humiliation. 

“Pitiful,” he scoffed. “The Supreme Leader is right to cast you off. Worthless girl.” 

“You are cruel,” she whispered before pushing past him and hurrying towards her room. She picked up her pace and ran as she never ran before. Wet, salty tears streamed down her face, and sobs racked her body as she closed the door to her quarters. She was so angry, so furious. Fire coursed through her veins. 

Never in her entire life had anyone other than her father spoken to her that way. ‘Who does this man think he is?’ she seethed as if he were any better than her. While she ran away from her father’s menacing control, he ran towards it like a thoughtless moth to a flame. 

He had no clue what he was talking about. She swore she would show him how wrong he was about her. She could be helpful and valuable. She knew that after this training, she would be more than enough to please her father. 

She wanted to make Kylo Ren suffer. Embarrass and humiliate him as he did her. Someday, he would regret ever treating her like dirt. 

Angrily tossing her garments in her bag, her mind ran wild with more insults towards the man. He was a hypocrite for calling her weak when she could sense how pitiful he was—a reckless, thoughtless man who lived to make everyone else’s life as horrible as his own. 

She hated his stupid helmet, and that she couldn’t associate her frustration with a face. When she thought of him, she could only picture and feel darkness—just black nothingness. That was all he was—to her and, hopefully, the rest of the world. 

She departed for the outer rim to a far-off, worthless planet her father was shipping her off to. To learn. Exactly what, she did not know. All she knew was that she would give this training her all and prove everyone wrong. Be an invaluable asset to the First Order. For her sake, she needed to succeed at all costs. 

~

The princess awoke on a hard floor in a dark cell. She jolted, not remembering where she was or how she ended there. The last she remembered was boarding the ship to take her to her years-long training. 

“Hello?” the little princess meekly cowered. She flinched, hearing her voice echo back at her. It was weak and broken, and she grimaced at the thought that this was what everyone around her heard. Her legacy was pain and pity. 

She jolted and turned toward a creaking door. She grimaced, squinting her eyes to shield herself from the bright light emanating from the doorway. She could only make out the monstrous appearance of tall entities draped in billowing robes and ornamental beading. 

“Rise, girl,” ordered what she believed to be an older woman’s voice. Confused and dazed, the princess stared at the figure, awestruck and too frightened to move. 

“Rise!” said the woman in a menacing, discombobulated drawl that rang in her mind. The Princess watched in sheer horror as her legs moved out from under, and her muscles contracted on command to carry her weight. The Princess was now standing under no will of her own, while a power she could only compare to her father’s force controlled her in that split moment, just for that one command. And then it was gone. 

“W-what just happened?” the Princess breathlessly asked. 

“Silence!” the woman commanded in that tone that made the Princess’s skin crawl. Her mouth felt as if it was sewn shut, and she could only stare up at the woman with tears welling in her eyes. 

The woman sighed, already displeased with her pupil. “You have much to learn, young one,” she bellowed. “I am your Reverend Mother Superior,” she smiled, pulling out a small metallic box and a long needle from within her sleeves. “Welcome to the Bene Gesserit Order.” 

~
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain

The Princess repeatedly whispered the litany against fear as she sat aboard her starship taking her back to her wretched father. For six arduous years, the Princess faced menacing, unsurmountable tasks that rattled her to her core. Every day was a battle for survival, and there were times she thought her next breath would be her last. 

From writhing in pain as poisons coursed their way through her bloodstream to subjecting herself to the Reverand Mothers’ tortuous and agonizing mind probing, she was a completely different person. Stoic, alluring, and confident, she was nothing but a shell of the scared and foolish little girl she once was. 

Through all the pain, she was still incredibly grateful for this opportunity. She was thankful for this time away from her wicked father and the First Order she despised. She was grateful to discover all the untapped strength and potential to control others within herself. And most importantly, she was thankful to no longer feel the mortal weakness she could not stand more than anything else – fear. Something awoke in her on that hellscape planet of Rosac, galaxies away from her own. She finally felt free to destroy the monsters who scarred that precious girl many years ago. There was hell to pay, and the First Order had no clue what they had hurdling toward them.

~~

All initiates into the Bene Gesserit have to, at some point, pass the Test of Humanity to make sure that they are capable of controlling themselves. This involves a poisonous gom jabbar and surviving a painful test. Due to the capabilities of those in the Bene Gesserit, those who cannot handle the test are weeded out from the organization.

Internal Organic-Chemical Control: A Bene Gesserit is trained to develop complete control over the functions of their internal organs and body chemistry. The Bene Gesserit are therefore immune to poisons, as they can simply change the chemical makeup of any harmful substance in their body and render it harmless. 

Prana Bindu: Alteration of blood flow, body temperature, heart rate, and level of consciousness, for the purposes of survival in harsh environments, or escaping from bonds. A Bene Gesserit can completely control her breathing and heart rate to the degree that she can appear dead to most tests even after intense physical exertion. They can control their need for food and water to the extremes of hunger and thirst, and even commit suicide at will by simply stopping their hearts or shutting down their brains.

Weirding Way: Superior hand-to-hand combat abilities; martial arts. Bene Gesserit trained men and women unrivaled in their fighting abilities. 

The Voice: Ability to influence people directly by giving them orders with a certain sound frequency. When a person is ordered to do something by the use of Voice it is almost impossible not to comply. A Bene Gesserit is trained to resist the Voice.

Truthsense: Truthsayers are trained to sense if someone is telling the truth or not, but the other Bene Gesserit can also spot if someone is holding something back. 

Fertility Control: Bene Gesserit are able to control their own fertility. Exercising control over their own menstrual cycle and (at conception) their child's sex. They can choose when to get pregnant and the gender of their child in order to produce children when and where the order wishes, following the Bene Gesserit breeding program.

Petit Perception: monitor minutiae in others to detect concealed emotions, motivations, agendas, or even physical things such as concealed weapons, a false accent, surgery, or deception in general. This particular skill was useful in detecting face dancers.

The Bene Gesserit are notable for their extensive skill in seduction, sex and sexual imprinting. The most talented and most highly trained are known as Imprinters. Men in a position of power or future power, or those with specific qualities that the order wishes to incorporate into their breeding program, are typical targets of a Bene Gesserit imprinter. Men seduced by an imprinter are permanently affected (imprinted) by the intense sexual experience and are thereafter consciously or subconsciously favorable to the Sisterhood. An imprinter can be successfully resisted if the subject has been psychologically pre-conditioned to do so, and the subject's automatic defensive response may even be entirely subconscious.

Notes:

Hello everyone! Thank you for tuning in to my second Kylo Ren fic! I am really excited for this one! While it will be edgy, it will not be nearly as abusive and concerning as my previous one Immortal She (which I am still aiming to finish soon btw). also I am TOTALLY just using the Dune universe Bene Gesserit Order as a cop-out because I did NOT want to create a whole other magical witch order and their system fits into my story absolutely perfectly. I'm still working out the whole trajectory of the story since this is a rough draft (along with the title) Next chapter she finally meets Kylo again !!! Fair warning: I love a groveling, pathetic man what can I say. Thanks ya'll for tuning in and I hope you guys enjoy it! Tell me what you think so far!

Chapter 2: Disarray

The Princess gracefully sat, fast approaching the Finalizer’s landing bay. Her mind whirred with conflicting emotions, but due to her Bene Gesserit training, she kept her outer shell as stoic and poised as ever. She was perfect, prim, proper, and dressed to impress.

Her reverend mothers were incredibly generous with her wardrobe, supplying her with the finest silks and ornate garments to enrapture all who viewed her. For her grand entrance today, they opted to dawn her in a very simple, ravishing sheer gown that draped against every desirable curve and crevice she could flaunt. It left little to the imagination and glimmered in the light, making her glow like an ethereal entity. In contrast, she wore an ornate head covering adorned with pearls and glittering jewels.

The mothers assured her that the simple elegance of her attire would appeal to almost everyone’s tastes. She was an alluring, enticing figure, ready to be objectified by the masses. It was all in service for the Bene Gesserit Order’s own nefarious goal – to infiltrate the First Order’s beds and cast her Bene Gesserit spell at their most vulnerable points. She gladly agreed to this mission to serve her sisters and mothers, who showed her the true meaning of family. Her highest honor would be to die, succeeding in this plot for the Bene Gesserit.

The ship jolted as it landed in the bay’s hangar. She took a deep breath, sensing all the life forces surrounding her. She sensed so much inner turmoil and sexual repression. She smiled under her crystal veil. There were so many men to easily manipulate.

She slowly rose, brandished in all her enticing splendor. With the hiss of the decompression chamber opening, the Princess took one long stride forward.

~

As the Princess’s wrath lay dormant aboard her galactic cruiser, the First Order was none the wiser of the doom she brought with her. The Supreme Leader had underestimated her the most.

Having heard mysterious legends regarding the power of the long-forgotten Bene Gesserit, Snoke immediately sent couriers to seek them out upon hearing about his offspring’s wretched sex and lack of force sensitivity. Grateful to be rid of his daughter’s presence, he was pleasantly surprised to hear generous reports regarding her quick and promising progress in the order. Her waning force sensitivity, however tragically dull for the Supreme Leader, helped advance her training immensely. She was a natural protege.

The Bene Gesserit were secretive, hardly giving away too many compromising details. Still, they assured the Supreme Leader that she was ready for her monumental task of controlling all the influential men in the First Order.

She was now an ultimate trump card, primed in the ways of seduction and mind control. She would be his most prized, unassuming spy. She was promised to weed away any unsuspecting enemies in the order and sink her claws into the patriarchs of the powerful families he could not fully control. She was a weapon unlike any before seen, and any treasonous plot to overthrow him would be snuffed out by her unrivaled capabilities.

While Supreme Leader Snoke now anxiously anticipated his daughter’s return, Commander Ren could not care less if she lived or died. He hardly remembered the girl and was only reminded of her existence when sitting in on dreadfully boring briefings that discussed her new respectable position in the order.

She returned a fearsome, decorated spy. A new, highly classified weapon, so they said. Kylo Ren was perplexed by his officers’ assertions. How could it be that the little, pathetic brat he barely remembered was any of these things? His curiosity was piqued, but he would never care to admit it.

Commander Ren, annoyed to be pestered with the ridiculous task of escorting the Princess once she arrived, stood menacingly in front of his entourage of officers and the awful General Hux atop the landing bay bridge.

“She’s supposedly very beautiful, “ chided Hux in the general direction of Ren. “Nothing like the scrawny little brat she was before.”

Ren didn’t dare humor him, with his silence showing his disapproval of Hux’s pointless chatter. Why would he care? The buzz around this worthless girl was exhausting him.

Hux smirked, displeased with Ren’s ignorance of him. “You would do well to control yourself. Or she’ll bewitch you too,” Hux smirked, alluding to Ren’s recent string of outbursts.

The Commander rolled his eyes under his visor, sick of Hux’s incessant chastising. He was a little more tense lately, with his training veering off course, but Hux was the last person in the galaxy who could criticize him for that. He internally huffed. What Snoke saw in that annoying weasel he would never understand.

With a slight whir, the shields surrounding the station rested to let the royal starship enter. Once it finally touched down, Ren’s retinue descended from the balcony to the vessel.

As the Commander approached the sleek craft, he was immediately consumed by a bitter wave of nausea. It was a bout of dread and anxiety he had not experienced since he was a child, with an instant memory of being separated from his mother for the first time flashing in his mind. Disgruntled with that intrusive thought he had trained for years to ignore, Ren was now thoroughly annoyed.

Perplexed and completely caught off guard, he scanned his surroundings to find the culprit. He hastily probed everyone around him but could not pinpoint this deceit to anyone. This aura emanated from someone with considerable force capabilities that could rival his own. He had only felt a pang of emotion similar to this when in the presence of the Supreme Leader.

Now thoroughly baffled, he turned his attention to the hissing of the ship that released the platform into the hangar. It couldn’t possibly be –?

No sooner were his thoughts interrupted than when he finally laid his eyes on the infamous and long-anticipated Princess of the First Order. Covered in a glow of light, she emerged from the cloud of steam like an image from a dream. He was beholden to her captivating beauty, shamelessly gawking at her taut body and angelic features covered by the thinnest fabrics. Her large eyes, beneath their bejeweled cage, were utterly fascinating. He could not look away from her visage, helplessly caught in her haunting trance as time stood still.

At the sight of her, the Commander was ashamed to admit that something stirred within him. He felt helpless, transported to the first time he was ever aroused during that rotten phase of adolescence. He sensed every person in the room had the same visceral reaction as he did and could not help but hear the various lewd thoughts that plagued the minds of all who gawked at her. Even General Hux, in all of his pompous arrogance, succumbed to this inescapable desire.

As the only person on the ship powerful enough to resist her force-like trance, the Commander tore his gaze away to compose himself. He took deep breaths, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his large chest.

He sensed the Princess’s presence directly before him, her suffocating energy palpitating through every vein and muscle in his body. For one of the first times since his transformation, Kylo Ren felt defenseless, trapped in her inescapable web, ready to be devoured at any moment’s notice.

“General Hux, Commander Ren,” she smiled, their names rolling smoothly off her tongue. With her confident, velvety voice, she demanded the attention of all fortunate to hear. Commander Ren felt a shiver down his spine upon hearing how sickeningly sweet his name sounded from her exquisite mouth. “How nice of you to welcome me,” she lulled, grinning smugly.

As if on her command, the General snapped out of his daze to speak first. “The First Order welcomes you back with open arms, Your Highness,” Hux managed to say without stuttering but could not wholly hide his nervous tone. Commander Ren turned to face her and felt trapped again in her intense, fiery stare.

“And what a great welcome it is,” she grinned, her eyes twinkling while maintaining her wicked gaze on Ren and Ren alone. She was toying with him. He flexed his hand into a fist to suppress his ever-growing resentment of her and her cruel influence.

“Follow me, Your Highness,” Ren scowled under his helmet. He swiftly turned, and his entourage quickly followed after the Princess’s billowing robes. She kept a graceful pace following the Commander’s long stride, her heels echoing throughout the metallic halls.

As she left, the hangar went to business as usual, with everyone snapping out of her malevolent trance. Unsettled, Kylo Ren dared not look in her direction again. He wanted to avoid that dreaded feeling of helplessness she mysteriously conjured in him. Whatever the Princess’s weaponized powers were, he was not ready to deal with them in the slightest. Far from his nonchalant attitude regarding her before their meeting, the Commander despised the Princess.

“The Supreme Leader is very positive about your return, Princess,” started Hux. He cleared his throat to continue. “It appears that your training went very well.”

She chuckled, the light cadence of her voice resonating through the halls like an enchanting siren’s song. “Thank you, General. You are too kind,” she smiled, glancing at him past her veil. Now turning slightly pink out of embarrassment, Hux stammered on about his memorized First Order speech. He explained the mechanics and operations of the ship as they passed certain rooms and bays full of First Order personnel. She would continue to smile and tease him, never lifting her gaze from the flustered General caught in her grip.

Commander Ren, acting oblivious to the scene, was now irritated with her unabashed forwardness. An idea flashed in his mind that he was possibly envious of the lack of attention she was giving him, but Ren internally scoffed at his presumptuous train of thought. There is no way he would humor any notion of potential jealousy over some worthless girl who found pleasure in manipulating every man she could.

“Why so silent, Ren?” the Princess chirped at the most opportune moment. Kylo Ren was slightly stunned, contemplating if she could perhaps read minds as well. He was aggravated with his ignorance about the extent of her unknown sorcery. He didn’t respond, basking in the stoic silence he loved to assert over everyone.

The Princess hmphed. “I see you haven’t changed,” she confidently muttered.

The air in the room shifted, and everyone surrounding them felt the static anticipation that always preceded Ren’s tantrums.

“Likewise,” he retorted in a deadpan manner. “You are still a little brat who has yet to learn her place,” he spat, his condescending tone heard even through his modulator.

The trailing group of officers dispersed, hurrying their pace to distance themselves from the altercation about to ensue. They were alone now, with no one daring to be near the Commander in his flustered, highly volatile state.

“Your arrogance does not abandon you, Commander,” she chided, her pleasant chuckle haunting his mind.

“You don’t know who you’re chastising, girl!” he seethed, closing in on her unbent form. She remained glued to the ground, their faces inches apart. ”I am not a man to be trifled with.”

She calmly breathed, scanning him once more before brandishing another one of her devilish smiles. Kylo Ren suddenly regretted his decision. He was again entrapped, lost in her eyes that shone like millions of stars.

“Clearly, Commander, you’re desperately in need of a different type of trifling,” she slyly smirked. Embarrassed, stunned, and dreadfully aroused, Kylo Ren could not do anything but turn away and swiftly stomp toward the Supreme Leader’s chambers. He was, in every essence, running away.

And like a predator hunting its prey, she quickly followed him, graceful as ever while matching his wide gait. Why he didn’t attack her then, as he would any other man who disrespected him, he did not know. It was as if a concrete barrier pulsed from her, designed to push against him and render him defenseless. She was indeed a witch, developed to quell the burning fire within him. He could not pinpoint the extent of his arousal or hate for the girl, but he recognized an all too familiar feeling that drove him mad. An emotion that controlled him above all else, more potent than the influence of Snoke and the promise of unlimited power combined – passion. It was his fatal flaw.

They both paced the rest of the way in silence, and the Commander was infuriated by her smug yet innocent countenance. Kylo Ren hoped that if the Supreme Leader was displeased with her, he could have his way with her and make her pay for her discretions. That thought delighted him so.

All he could do now was watch in disgraceful silence as she strutted before him to acknowledge the Supreme Leader sitting atop his throne.

“Supreme Leader,” she deeply bowed. Kylo Ren couldn’t help but notice the exquisite curvature of her ass as she bent, the sheerness of her gown revealing it as the fabric clung to her supple skin. He suppressed a groan.

Snoke inspected her up and down and smiled, obviously pleased with the physical results of her years-long training. “My, dear daughter, you have grown up,” Snoke bellowed, leaning in to take a closer look at his new product. “Let’s hope your training went as well as those Bene Gesserit witches promised me.”

“I can assure you, father, that I am more than ready to serve you,” she confidently smiled, bowing again to display her sincerity. To degrade herself at his feet. Ren imagined her at his feet, subservient to him and only him as she took him whole in her mouth.

Dazed and confused, Kylo Ren snapped from his daydream to meet a pair of burning eyes that had enticed him from the first moment he met them again. She grinned, and he knew she was behind it. How dare she infiltrate his mind and cloud his impeccable judgment. Frustrated, he huffed and folded his arms over his chest. What was she doing to him?

Snoke chuckled, his dark laugh reverberating throughout the room. “We shall see,” he smiled. “I already have a mission for you. I sense a rat in our ranks. Find and vanquish him.”

His vague instructions were not lost on her. This was the biggest test she could not fail, and she made no intention to return to him empty-handed. “It would be my pleasure, father,” she grinned slyly, her voice oozing with confidence and magnetism.

The Supreme Leader laughed again, amused with her newfound spirit. “Go forth girl, and do not disappoint me.”

The Princess, very pleased with herself, sauntered off, leaving a sexually frustrated Kylo Ren. Her absence from his side, although a relief, left an aching pain in her wake. He was left with only his burning loins and, most importantly, shame.

“And as for you, my struggling apprentice. I see you are weak to her powers,” sneered Snoke. His voice dripped with disgust and disappointment.

Kylo Ren, enraged with Snoke’s assertion and in grave denial, tried to contain himself. “She is a witch! I was only tempted because I was caught off guard. I underestimated the extent of her powers,” he huffed.

“Silence! Pitiful excuses will not save you, boy! You are weak-minded and foolish! That is why she so easily broke you! Harden yourself to your desires, or you will succumb to her spell once more,” Snoke demanded, his voice booming.

“Yes, master, I will not fail you again,” Ren spoke through gritted teeth, utterly defeated. He detested that damned witch.

Notes:

Hey y'all! The second chapter is out! I hope you like it. :) I'm updating Immortal She very soon, so please hang tight for that one if you're interested. The main character here will have wayyy more agency and control compared to my other work.

This chapter is also super sappy, and I feel like I'm coming on a little too strongly with pathetic Kylo Ren, so please excuse me if I keep editing. Thank you for reading!

Chapter 3: Enslaved

The Princess was thrilled. Her first contact was already a great success for the Bene Gesserit mission. She could now continue to weave her web of lies and deception. She would take orders from Snoke for only so long before her seeds were finally planted. Then, she would order those under her spell to turn against him and aid her in usurping his throne.

One obstacle loomed in her path, a disruption she had anticipated but not to the extent it would significantly affect her plans – Commander Kylo Ren. She had trapped him with her spell, his life now hanging by her thread. Yet, as she delved deeper into his life force, she was blindsided by his volatile state, a ticking time bomb she had not foreseen.

Although she had him under control for now, his spirit was far too wild to predict his reaction to her trance, as he was the only person in the Order strong enough to deflect her. She had ignited a wildfire that was furiously cackling within him.

Her enchantment could only do so much to control the will of others who acted solely on their emotions. He was a danger to himself, therefore making him not a desirable prospect for her attention in the slightest. She could only avoid his advances for so long before he went mad.

She would have to tread carefully with him.

Despite the looming, suffocating weight of Ren’s desire, she was in the best prime condition to initiate her conquest. Snuffing out the traitor seemed like an easy task, one that she had routinely practiced on younger initiates of the order, but she had yet to sexually imprint on an unsuspecting male.

Even with the ample training from her experienced reverend mothers and her unsurmountable confidence in herself, the Princess could not deny her slight nervousness. The little, abused girl who yearned for the gentle touch and approval from her father never entirely left her. No matter how hard she tried to erase the past, she could not drop the weight that was her emotional trauma.

She resented Snoke for this handicap he had given her. The one persistent flaw hindered her throughout her training with the Bene Gesserit; however, it made her stronger in other ways. Her anger and hate for her creator made her highly self-reliant. Those days spent suffering and agonizing over perfection made her realize that she was truly alone in the world.

The only force she believed in was herself. She could always count on herself and knew she alone could face any trial – even this one.

Draped in her alluring Bene Gesserit attire, she wore an exquisitely beaded teal gown and glimmering head ornament. She shimmered in the light with every move and made a pleasant chiming sound when striding down the silent hallways. She was a present, aching to be unwrapped.

The Princess gracefully entered the briefing room, and immediately, all heads craned in her direction. They all blatantly ogled her, watching her every move as she elegantly sat in her assigned seat. Crossing her legs, she was a seductive sight to behold.

She ignored their stares and scanned the room, noting the infrequency of testosterone and pheromones that wafted in the air. She narrowed her eyes upon sensing another strong emotion besides lust. It had a particular smell of sweat and grime – fear. It had a lingering pestilence, as was typical for those racked with guilt at all times. She turned, locking eyes with the source of the trepidation she had sought.

The Princess gazed into his crystal-clear blue eyes. Despite his middling age, the man looked sleek and put together. Recognizing his rank by the style of his uniform, she was surprised that a Lieutenant would be so brass to engage in a treasonous plot.

She felt his heart skip a beat as she gleamed directly into his dilated pupils. He was not expecting to be singled out among the crowd of dignified and decorated ogling men, but he was flattered by her attention.

The Princess used this moment of weakness in his countenance to the fullest. With the flutter of her eyelashes, she locked him into her sensually intoxicating trance. She successfully intruded his mind and filled it with flashing, lewd images of her. He was hers now, dying for more and prime for her imprinting.

Just as she smiled his way to seal the invitation, she was pulled out of her reverie when an overbearing stench of desperation invaded her senses. She scowled, breaking eye contact with the Lieutenant to stare at the source of it all, and was met with the black nothingness that was Commander Ren’s helmet. She tried her best to hide her annoyance under her jeweled veil.

The meeting started, and the Princess retracted back into herself to avoid any further dreaded confrontation with the Commander. She felt everyone’s intense stares, but Ren’s constricted her the most, making her hot with anger. She kept her eyes down, away from him.

Ren was displeased with her feeble attempt to evade him. He wanted to dominate her in any way he could, and her blatant disregard for his existence after what she did to him would simply not do.

“You’ve found him already?” the Commander chided inside her mind.

The Princess almost flinched, not expecting his projection at all. She nearly didn’t recognize the voice as his, having never heard it without the vocoder’s sting. It had a deep timber to it that she never noticed until now.

“How dare you!” she angrily projected back. “Why are you in my head?” she pressed further, eyebrows furrowed out of irritation.

A beat passed. The Princess breathed, pleased with his silence. But unbeknownst to her, the Commander was warming up to their tryst of mind games.

“You never answered my question,” he invaded her thoughts again.

“And you haven’t mine!” she snapped. “What do you want, Ren?” she responded, tired of his shenanigans.

“Why would I want anything of you?” he scoffed.

She almost burst out laughing. “Please, you are so arrogant!” she sneered, amusement coating her inner voice. “You, of all people, are one to want, especially for things you can never have.” She glared at him, knowing she struck a chord.

“And I am the arrogant one,” he replied in monotone frankness.

“Don’t be so coy,” she said, disgruntled. “I know you want me,” she smiled.

He rolled his eyes under his helmet. “You don’t know anything about me.”

This set her over the edge. “But I do! Your thoughts betray you, Ren,” she smirked, inflaming his bruised ego. On the contrary, her snappiness aroused him even more, and he shifted to hide his peaking erection.

“You are conceited. Not everyone wants you, foolish Princess.”

“It would be conceit if it were not true. Now, leave me alone, Ren. You’re distracting me from my mission!”

“Seems like your priorities are elsewhere,” he smirked, alluding to himself.

“You are distracting me!” she snapped. “Some of us have duties to the Supreme Leader we can fulfill.”

Silence passed. “Ouch,” he said, leaving it at that. She almost chuckled, surprised with the discovery of Ren having somewhat of a sense of humor.

Nevertheless, this did not distract her from her mission at hand – being angry at Commander Ren. The Princess was surprised by how riled Ren made her. In the Order, she was applauded for maintaining her composure under varying stressful circumstances. It was a sought-after strength among the Bene Gesserit, as it showed one’s control to the seductiveness of unlimited power.

But when she was around Ren, all that training seemed to fly out the window. Commander Ren elicited something primal within her, entirely rooted in her strong hate for him. She tried to forget how he made her feel after all these years, but she subconsciously nurtured this contempt from the moment she last saw him as a little girl.

She could never forget how weak and pitiful he made her feel in their brief interaction. He was a coward to have bullied a helpless girl unable to defend herself. She found comfort in having power over him, even if it was not her intent to do so. Ren was the last person in the Order she planned to let touch her. She despised him, and nothing he could do could change that.

On the other hand, Commander Ren could not get enough of the Princess. He tried to deny his physical attraction to her, but the pleasure he found in her wit and charm was hard to ignore.

Throughout the rest of the meeting, his gaze bore into her. She would shift her head away from the bewitched Lieutenant now and then to look at Ren, her scowl very self-evident beneath her pretty, bejeweled face. In his attempt to harass her, he didn’t realize how much more he was hurting himself. With every interaction, she elicited deep, passionate feelings within himself that he was too dim to recognize or control.

Intrusive thoughts of her swirled in his mind constantly, to the point of unbearable frustration – in himself, for being vulnerable to her spell, in Snoke, for allowing her to stroll back into his life, and for his libido, that ached for release from the dry spell he was experiencing ever since he joined Snoke all those years ago.

He had never enjoyed the touch of a woman in the traditional sense. He had his awkward age of adolescence when testosterone controlled him, and he could not stop touching himself to the lewd pornography the boys of the temple had hidden away from their Masters. After joining Snoke in his early twenties, Ren did not have many interactions with women.

He knew he was attracted to them, sometimes aroused at the sight of an ample ass in a tight uniform, but the most he could do was pleasure himself at the thought of a woman in the privacy of his quarters.

Ren grew up considering his sexual desire a weakness, having been suppressed in his musings for the majority of his life. Snoke asserted that control over one's impulses was the key to unlocking his full potential in the dark side. Rather than live off of one’s impulses at the moment, Snoke sermonized containment to fuel bursts of power in combat.

Ren was lacking very much in this department, especially recently, with his inability to contain his anger more and more every day. His tantrums were a direct result of the emotional suppression Snoke preached, and Ren was ill-prepared for the effect this teaching would have on him in his struggle against the Princess.

The Commander could not deny the impact she had on his psyche as of late. She poked and prodded at his mind every second, and he saw her bewitching gaze every time he closed his eyes.

Even in the comfort of his quarters, where she was nowhere near, his mind would always wander to her. He couldn’t help but imagine her soft body flush against his as he lay helpless under her. Kylo let out a disgruntled sigh as he envisioned her grinding against his hardening groin with that devilish smirk she had saved for him and only him.

He felt a shiver run down his spine as he saw her undo his pants and take hard member whole in her pretty little mouth. He quickly undid himself to match his fantasy and used his dripping tip as the lubrication he needed to simulate her hot saliva. Ren groaned as he stroked his shaft painstakingly slow to match her agonizingly teasing pace.

She would look at him with that seductive, alluring gaze that never failed to rouse him as her supple, soft lips pursed around his throbbing cock. She sucked and bobbed against him relentlessly, and he tried with all his might to emulate that sickening sweet pace with his hand that drove him over the edge.

Kylo Ren threw his head backward and groaned once more as he felt his release approaching, his heart racing and pounding in his ear dreams. He pumped harder, and the thought of her choking against him as he erratically pounded the back of her throat drove him over the edge. “Fuck!” he moaned through clenched teeth, and let out a barrage of other curses towards her while his cock spasmed, spurting his hot seed onto his hand and thighs.

Once his high subsided, he felt rolls of shame replace the rapturous pleasure he so afforded himself at the thought of her. He could hear her melodic, demeaning laughter in his mind as she reveled in his weakness. He was enslaved to her very essence, and she knew it.

He cursed the damned woman for reducing him to such a pathetic state. He was never this callous and reckless until she came along. Surely, the Supreme Leader would understand that he was just a man and that this frivolous infatuation with her would soon pass. He just needed to vent his frustration. This frenzy was a calculated indulgence to help him overcome this training hitch and nothing more.

Yet, when the Commander’s incessant coping ceased, his guilt was immediately replaced with that creeping, sickening, sweet lust she wore as her signature scent. He groaned in defeat, powerless against her spell. The princess would surely pay for her discretions when he finally got his hands on her.

Meanwhile, the Princess was hard at work fucking the brains out of the unsuspecting Lieutenant. He was hesitant at first, feigning cordiality and worry about the Supreme Leader’s approval, but one bat of her eyelashes and a rub at his groin was all it took to make him melt into her hands.

He was powerless to her mind probing as she relentlessly rode him over the edge. With his mental defenses nonexistent, she easily slipped into his subconscious, commanding him to follow her and only her. She seductively whispered her stimulus word, embedding the switch into his mind.

He came quickly, but that was to be expected. Her experience and control over her bodily functions heightened his experience to an extreme level. Simple skin-to-skin contact with her would stimulate such an intense pleasure in the subject, ensuring that no man could control himself to her whims. Unbeknownst to the poor fools, sex with her enslaved them to her physically and mentally for the rest of their miserable lives.

She smirked, pleased with her first successful use of imprinting abilities on a man. She had to admit it was much easier than she had initially planned. Having only practiced with women for so long, she had forgotten how feeble and weak-minded men were to her sexuality.

This ship was a playground full of frustrated men with limited women in sight. She would have a field day bringing the First Order to its knees, as these selected men of power would be subservient to her whims after she was through with him. Even Kylo Ren, no matter how much she despised him, would have to be domesticated. Or maybe killed. She hadn’t decided yet.

The Lieutenant started laughing, uttering her praises for the best sex he had ever had. She grimaced, disgusted with him. The Princess shushed him, putting a delicate finger over his mouth, commanding him to sleep. In the blink of an eye, he fell back into his pillow and began snoring. She smiled. Snoke was wholly unprepared for the chaos she had in store.

Notes:

Finally, this chapter is out. And OMG, I didn't think it would be this crude, but this is all I got. I hope y'all enjoy it. Expect another update on Immortal She too soon. Thank you for reading!

Chapter 4: Turbulence

The Princess stood tall and proud before her father, pleased with herself and the strife of her labors finally coming to fruition. He had summoned her for a routine status update on the mission he had given her, and she was indeed not a disappointment at that moment. 

“The traitor is vanquished already, Supreme Leader,” she smiled, bending her head forward out of respect. Her headpiece dangled before her, hiding the resentment that gleamed in her perfectly rounded eyes. 

Before she could elaborate further, the doors to the throne room slid open. She didn’t even have to turn around to know it was none other than Commander Ren, already all too familiar with his stench of desperation. 

He came to a halt next to her, bowing before the Supreme Leader. He dared not thoroughly stare at her, yet she knew he was quickly studying her with his slight glances. 

“You summoned me, Supreme Leader,” he spoke up, slicing through the building tension in the room with his modulated, deep voice. 

“Yes,” Snoked started. “Continue, child,” he instructed her. 

She looked back at him blankly, wholly disappointed and unhappy about the Commander’s presence. Her explanation would give him one more thing to expect. The element of surprise would be wholly lost – creating an even more significant opportunity for Ren to get the better of her. 

The Supreme Leader was displeased with her hesitation. “Go on, girl!” 

The Princess took a deep breath. “With all due respect, Father, Commander Ren should not be present for this.” 

Ren’s head snapped in her direction, his intense gaze burning through the metal of his helmet into her adorned head. 

“Oh,” the Supreme Leader drawled, his curiosity piqued. “And why is that, my child?” 

She flared her nostrils, highly annoyed with his feigned ignorance. She would have to skirt around the situation, careful not to allude to her possible plan to use her powers on Ren. 

“He is a danger to my mission here. My goal has nothing to do with him or any of his minions, and he will only ruin my progress. I should have nothing to do with him.” 

The Supreme Leader let out a boisterous laugh while she felt Ren’s anger palpitating throughout the room, electrifying her as she stood there, not daring to look his way and rile him up further. 

“I resent that! ” Ren seethed, his loud voice reverberating in her mind. She snarled, irritated with his constant need to project his worthless thoughts into her mind. Their disdain for each other would never amount to anything productive. 

“While that may be true, young one, I’m afraid you will have to work with Commander Ren more than you would like to. Continue,” Snoke demanded. This time, his countenance was less playful than before. This time, there would be consequences for refusing him again. 

She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “The traitor is subdued. His name is Lieutenant Angard, and he is passing on information to the Resistance through the contractors we retain to supply our grain and produce for the base. He is under my control,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I await your orders.” 

“Very good child,” Snoke sneered, and the tiniest swell of pride bubbled in her chest. She reveled in the attention she received as opposed to Kylo. Maybe it was good he was here to witness her triumph after all. 

“What do you suppose you should do next?” Snoke spoke. She and Ren were taken aback, fully surprised by his sudden proposition. 

She stood silent, still in disbelief. Why would the Supreme Leader of the First Order ask for her input on such a matter? It was indeed a test, one chance to show her capabilities as a cunning master manipulator as promised by the Bene Geserit Order. She could not fail. 

“I would order him to surrender himself to the Resistance as a refugee under the guise of fleeing from our grasp and seeking asylum. We would order him to send us important intel about their plans through a different source. Once he is done, he should kill himself, taking as many rebel leaders in the process.” 

Her plan met deafening silence as the Supreme Leader meditated on her words. “Interesting, a suicide mission,” he paused. “Why not force him to send back misinformation and have them fall into one of our traps?” 

“They would be expecting it. Any information from the inside is precarious. They would never put so much on the line with anything critical he would send, no matter how tempting. Plus, once they figure out he has been intercepted, his use will be lost.” 

A beat passed. “And you can assure that he will not turn to their side once he has escaped our supervision?” he questioned, intrigued by her confidence. Ren’s attention was also piqued, his anticipation apparent through his tensed hands and still breathing. 

She sighed again, displeased with his ordering her to divulge so much about her classified powers. “Yes, I can assure it. He has no choice but to follow my orders til his dying breath. He will not fail.” 

Snoke smiled, delighted with the Princess’s confidence and the expanding reach of her power. If she could pull it off, she would be a new favorite in the Order. 

“Very well,” he bellowed, pleased with her answer. 

“We will do what you propose. However, for your sake, you would do well not to fail me,” he commanded, his menacing threat slowly creeping up her spine. 

“And as for you, Ren,” he scowled. The masked man stood at attention, prepared for the barrage of insults he was so used to receiving. “You will accompany the Princess on a mission.” 

The Princess’s breath hitched, and Ren’s jaw clenched. Both were astonished, wholly unprepared for what Snoke had in store for both of them. 

“You are both to serve as my diplomats and leave immediately to the planet of Zevus. The warlord, Eogo Bassos, is disrupting the spice trade agreement we’ve already established on that wasteland. I need that mongrel to be disposed of.” 

Still in shock with his order, the Princess couldn’t help her slippery tongue. “You want me to put him under First Order control, Supreme Leader?” she clarified. 

“Yes, precisely,” he spat, irritated with her naivete. 

“Then, with all due respect, Supreme Leader, why must Commander Ren accompany me?” The Commander’s head snapped in her direction again. 

“Do hold your tongue, girl,” Snoke snapped, his voice reverberating above the slight hum of the throne room. “I will not take any more of your insolence! The Commander will accompany you as your bodyguard, and that is final!” 

She bowed her head again. “Yes, of course, Supreme Leader. Forgive me,” although wholly ingenuine and rehearsed, her monotone response pleased him nonetheless. 

“You are forgiven this time, child,” he replied, a small, pitiful smile stretching his wrinkled, pallid skin. “Now, do not disappoint me.” 

Ren and the Princess excused themselves from the Supreme Leader’s presence. They departed together, Ren letting the Princess proceed before him as they silently marched through the hallways. 

She tried to ignore his clunky, loud steps as he trudged behind her to the ship's sleeping quarters. But Ren’s glowering aura annoyed her to no end. His veil of darkness and frustration only reminded her of his cowardice, arrogance, and conceit. 

He was intoxicatingly easy to confront. 

The Princess, unable to hide her frustration with his presence any longer, abruptly stopped. Ren, already carefully studying her swaying form, instantly followed suit, stopping dead in his tracks.

“You!” she snapped while twirling towards him and raising an accusatory finger. “Did you have anything to do with this?” she fumed.

A beat passed. Completely taken aback, Ren could not do anything but say a meager, “What?” His irritation was evident in his voice. His stare burned into her core, and his overwhelming energy sliced into the Princess’s already cracking composure. 

“You were silent the whole time. You wanted this, didn’t you? What are you planning, huh?” she spat against his mask, the condensation from her breath pooling against its black metallic chrome. 

“You’re pathetic,” he spoke, his inflection showcasing his disgust with her even through the modulator. 

“That’s rich, coming from you!” she snarled, still in his face. 

“You little -” he growled, snatching her arm in his gloved grasp. She writhed against his pull, ignoring the electric current that coursed between the two of them as he manhandled her. 

Ren immediately regretted his decision to touch her, but it was too late. He was thrilled by the direct contact, almost shivering as a bullet of energy ran through him, exciting him all over. The damage had been done. 

“Unhand me!” she commanded, yelling into his helmet. If only she could see his eyes. She wanted so badly to look upon the man’s face who made her lose her composure like this. The man she hated so. He was nothing but a coward – unable to face her as she so boldly faced him. 

“You will do better to learn not to defy me, little Princess,” he bellowed, his voice ringing in her ears. “What makes you think you can speak to your Commander that way?” he sneered, grasping her other arm and angrily pulling her closer. 

She huffed, the wind wholly knocked out of her as she collided with the firm wall that was his chest. 

“I’ll scream,” she threatened through her gritted, pearly teeth.  

“And no one will come. I am their Commander.” By the lowered tone of his voice, she could tell he truly meant that as a challenge. 

He wanted her to run, retaliate, and do anything that would allow him to enact his revenge. Anything for the chance to punish her. And Commander Ren would surely punish her. To what end he would go, the Princess did not know – and she did not intend to find out. 

She stared into the black slate of his visor where his eyes would be. She had done poorly in forgetting herself and riling him up. That was wholly her mistake. Now, she had to make up for her lacking self. 

She would leave herself even more vulnerable if she exposed the full extent of her powers to him so early in the game. At a disadvantage, the Princess realized all she had at her disposal was her cunning wit and charm. She needed more than ever to exude only raw sex appeal.

Her frustration was immediately supplanted with the same cocky smile she knew he despised. “And what will you do if I defy you, Commander,” she teased him, arching herself further into his muscular chest. She wholly melted into his grasp, the warmth of his chest radiating off of him as his blood boiled. 

The abhorrence she so strongly emitted before had dissipated completely. She was unrecognizable at this point, a chimera, morphing into everything she knew Ren wanted – what he needed. 

He stood silent, stoic as ever. It was very unlike him to be so poised and calm as she continued to mock him. She knew it was working. 

“What’s wrong, Ren?” she teased further, the curl of her lips and the glimmer in her eyes enticing him to no end. “What will you do?” she coyly smiled, the playfulness of her demeanor not lost on him. 

His grip on her arms faltered, but the ghost of his firm touch sent a shiver up her spine. “You’re despicable,” he growled, the anger in his voice unpleasantly melding with the desperation that perspired off of him. 

She kept her gaze fully on his visor, where she knew his eyes would be, hoping her last-ditch effort to challenge his will and keep her stoic demeanor would not be noticed by him. 

Unbeknownst to her, Kylo paid close attention, more than most, to the seductive smile that would make any man tremble. It betrayed her. Despite her successful attempt to rouse him with her feminine wiles, her eyes hid something more. 

Deep within her starry pools, she called out to him – pleaded with him. This was not the playful beckoning he was so used to seeing her perform on others. Ren could not tell if it was his proximity to her or his physical grip on her tender arms, but she was changed. She was different around him – vulnerable even. 

Ren had done something he had not thought possible. He wedged the slightest crack in her rough exterior. How he did – he did not know, but he was achingly intrigued to find out more by any means necessary. 

With noticeable hesitancy, he slowly released her. A beat passed between them as they blankly stared at each other. She was terrified of inadvertently moving one muscle, doomed by any spasm that could draw more attention to herself. He looked her up and down, the silence between them unbearable, before swiftly turning and walking away. The Princess stood silent, listening to be sure those were indeed his thudding, receding footsteps echoing through the halls. 

Her breath returned to her instantly as his chaotic haze left with him. She stood in the middle of the ship, alone again with the ominous hum of the motors. Something was off, and she had a dreadful feeling that she knew exactly what it was. The source of all her problems, the resentment and hate she had cultivated all these years, came back to bite her. Ren needed to be eliminated at all costs. She would be sure of it. 

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They both stood stoically, the Commander and Princess, on the busy metallic floors of the hangar as First Order attendants loaded their possessions onto their galactic carrier. Most of the trunks belonged to her, as they carried all her elaborate gowns and headpieces she would surely need to dispossess the whole of Bassos’s court. 

After seeing Ren in the flesh again after their last incident, the Princess was anxious, realizing her perplexing predicament. The tension was thick, hanging between the two and ready to snap at a moment’s notice. 

Displeased with his silence and emboldened to not give in to her fear, the Princess was not afraid to speak first. Only a tiny phrase, one that did not invite further pleasantries and would end their standoff right there and then – surely, it would not incite Ren’s anger even further. 

“Stay out of my way,” she muttered under her breath. She knew she did not need to be loud. He was already invading her mind, his force suffocating her, eavesdropping on every breath and thought she dared to think. 

He turned to her, but before he could say anything, the Princess descended the steps toward the ship after the crew signaled that they were okay to board. She didn’t necessarily intend to run away – it was just all too perfect timing. One could almost think she could predict the future, a power even Ren was incapable of. 

But Ren was not so keen to keep away. On the contrary, he was aching to confront her again. He was no longer a little mouse, scared of how she could take advantage of his inexperience and swallow him whole. Now that she unknowingly showed an inkling of vulnerability, he was an emboldened predator eager to play.

He followed her every step, ungracefully and boldly stalking her every step as they boarded the cruiser. She continued to walk, ignoring his petulant energy, while ever so delicately swaying ahead of him to go to her cramped sleeping quarters. 

After the brooding silence that felt like an eternity, they finally stood still before her door in the narrow hallway. Although the ship was still in the hangar of the bustling galactic cruiser, it felt like they were the only two souls for miles and miles of deep space. 

The Princess had nowhere else to go.

“What is it?” she snarled, turning around to face him. 

His vocoder made a muffled sound, which she could only assume to be an attempt at a chuckle. “You should stay out of my way.” 

Now, it was her turn to be appalled and enticingly surprised with his gall. To follow her all this way, in smothering silence, just to continue to chastise her even more – she was almost flattered. 

”And how would I be in your way, oh great Commander,” she scoffed. “This is my mission, not yours.” 

He took one step closer while she stood firm, leaning slightly forward as she smiled at him.

Unbeknownst to the Princess, Ren smiled back at her from under his black mask. He had her right where he wanted her, trapped with him of all people. He was the last man she should have messed with. 

"I was tasked with my mission as well,” he started. 

“And that mission is to protect me so that I can fulfill Snoke’s wishes. You are nothing but a bodyguard, one I don’t need or want,” she spat. “Who would?” she muttered again, knowing how cutting her remark would be. 

In an instant, he roughly seized her by her shoulders, thrusting her backward and pinning her against her locked door. 

The Princess was startled but could not say she was surprised. She knew who she was messing with, after all. She began to laugh, and Ren, wholly displeased with her reaction, reached for her bare neck with his gloved hand. This was a step too far from their playful tryst she implicitly consented to. 

“Get your mangy hands off of me,” she spat. She felt unbridled hate and anger course throughout her body and settle in her lower stomach. 

“You would do good to fear me,” he rasped, ignoring her demands as he carelessly squeezed his fingers against the sides of her throat. 

“The Supreme Leader would not appreciate any damage to his property,” she managed to grunt. As his grip lifted slightly, she took a rattled breath to compose herself. 

“And why should I fear you? As my bodyguard, I should be the last person to fear you,” she stated, smiling ever so slightly to get more of a reaction from him. 

“And what a lousy bodyguard you are, spoiling the goods yourself before we even get there.” 

“This game you're playing will get you killed,” he spat, the deranged tone of his voice only heightening as he panted in his helmet.

Suddenly, the ship jolted, and the lights flickered. The familiar lull of the engines roared to life, and the speakers in the hallways began playing the recorded safety procedures as the ship started to move, preparing for takeoff. 

Through the rumbling, they stayed in their compromising position, entangled in the lonely, white corridors of the cruiser. If anyone dared to interrupt them now, that would surely be their last breath. Ren would not let anyone ruin this moment for him. 

“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” he deeply breathed, his head now inches away from her ear. He sounded defeated, troubled even. She made a mental note of his vulnerable state. 

The Princess then almost sighed, now fully aware of his uncomfortable closeness. His hand still roughly clasped her arm while his other firmly grasped her delicate neck. One of his legs somehow planted itself between her thighs when she was thrashing against him earlier. Her heart rate quicked as she was now all too conscious of the rise and fall of his broad chest, crushing her. 

She molded against him perfectly, and after sitting in tense silence with him as he awaited her response, she knew he was all too aware of their synchrony, too. 

Her eyes flickered upwards, staring into the blackness of his helmet that looked down on her so expectantly. Her imagination ran wild as she wondered what color his eyes could be. She wondered if they were fiery and bright, full of the raw passion and desire for her she so easily sensed from him the first day they met again. 

The Princess did something irrational. Something she knew would get an intense response from him. Something she knew could either get her out of this mess or put her in another, more intoxicatingly dangerous one entirely. 

The Princess bucked her hips forward, slowly grinding into his upper thigh. Ren was utterly shocked and could barely stop himself from shuttering as he felt her heat pulse through him. 

“No, I don’t,” she slightly grinned, keeping her fierce gaze on him to be witness to any reaction he would have to her brazenness. 

The Princess boldly shifted her hips forward again, dragging herself agonizingly slow against the Commander’s taut muscles. This time, he couldn’t suppress the groan that racked his body due to her teasing pleasantries. The Princess smiled as a heat slowly built in her core upon hearing the modulated sound leave his covered lips. Success was hers. 

The Commander, now hopeless under her spell, intensely studied her lust-filled expression to ground himself. 

Ren wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug, devilish expression off her face and fill her to the brim with his throbbing cock. He wanted to watch her face contort into pure ecstasy and hear her beg for his mercy while he split her in two and fucked her relentlessly against her door. He ached for someone to happen upon them in the empty hallway, and he would continue even more fiercely, marking her as his and his alone for the whole of the First Order to know. 

He wanted to make her his so desperately, in every way that one could possess another. He had never wanted anything more. And yet, as Ren stared upon her hope-filled and entreating face, he couldn’t move another inch. 

These fantasies would never be a reality. They were all lies. He knew she was toying with him, most likely projecting these images in his mind while he looked at her none the wiser. 

She was a witch, content to destroy him in every way possible. He knew that giving in to her wouldn’t give him the pleasure to control her that he so desperately desired. He knew he would be more a slave to her than she to him if he fell into her trap and gave into his animalistic desire to have her. 

Against his deep yearning to be reckless and fuck her into oblivion anyway, Ren did something he knew he would not regret later. Something he would be proud of. What years of training prepared him for – to deny himself the things he craved the most – his family, acceptance, and the Princess. 

With one deep breath, he stepped back, releasing the Princess from his hold. He felt her breath also stop, sensing the wave of surprise roll off of her and crash against his resolute form. 

“You should learn to stop when you’re beaten,” he flatly stated. She gawked at him, wide-eyed and ever so appalled. He was now a stone wall before her, one she could no longer penetrate with her all-powerful heavenly stare. He resolutely turned, leaving the breathless Princess with much to think about. 

 

Notes:

Sorry I was on hiatus y'all. School is a bitch and I have been soooo busy but I have so much fun writing this story so here's a big long chapter.

Also for anyone reading my other Kylo fic please be even more patient w/ me. It's so hard ending a story and with how much I have been back and forth and generally busy in general I have been sitting on it for far too long and just know I will get back to it as soon as possible.

In the meantime, here's another chapter for a story I have also been sitting on for far too long. Please tell me what you guys think! I love everyone's comments always!

Stay safe and lots of love!

Chapter 5: Sandstorm

The Princess paced back and forth in her quarters, anxious to finally land on the dreadful planet of Zevus. She did not know exactly what happened to her as the Commander pressed her against him. Something completely foreign to her, and against her better judgment, overcame her in that moment. 

There was a deep pain in her lower abdomen, festering every second she spent near him. It was entirely unpleasant, leaving her achingly burning all over after he rejected her advances, and it continued to murmur as she reflected on the events. 

The Princess had no idea what that gnawing feeling in her gut could be, and she would never admit to herself the plausible excitement she felt in that moment with Ren. Sex was a weapon, and not a pleasantry to be taken lightly. Any wrong move, especially with the Commander, would surely leave her dead, 

This reaction was wholly unlike her. It was reckless and completely unacceptable. The Princess reassured herself that she was above all lowly men who let this vice consume them so easily. She could never possibly stoop so low as to let her wanton libido influence her impeccable judgment, as everyone else so easily did. 

This was her purpose for living, and she would be damned if someone led her astray from these goals due to her weakened fortitude. This was a minor inconvenience—only a slight moment of weakness that she would surely not ever let happen again. 

She pledged another oath, reaffirming her priority above all else: to make Kylo Ren pay for his transgressions. 

,,,

 

 

The Princess stood near the cruiser's door, waiting for the ship to decompress and the air to adjust to the dry, desert climate awaiting their entourage outside. She felt a chill as her salmon, linen robes fluttered, sending a crisp coolness down her spine as the door hissed open. 

She was slightly annoyed, having not seen Ren since their spat a few hours ago. She could only assume he retreated out of cowardice, not wanting to dare acknowledge the other possibility that he figured her out and was carefully plotting his next move against her. 

Before she took her first step forward, resolute in leaving him behind if he would not make an appearance and accompany her, she felt his thunderous footsteps approach her from down the hallway that housed their quarters. She turned in his direction and cursed herself for being slightly shocked at what she saw. 

The Princess knew it was the Commander. His scent was indistinguishable from everyone else, in its vengeful and menacing potency; however, his signature mask was gone. 

His black helmet, the void of nothingness that haunted her nightmares and filled her with so much boiling hate, no longer sat upon his broad shoulders. Instead, his black cowl was wrapped around his head, giving the Princess only a peek at his eyes and nose she so desperately craved to know after all this time. 

She could not stop staring, her deep, mesmerizing eyes unable to glance away from the one mystery she had achingly spent hours pondering during her days of captivity as a trainee on Rossak. 

Time seemed to stop as she was lost in his dark, hazel eyes, which shone with sparks of anger and something else she could not put her finger on. His dark brows were furrowed, and they contrasted nicely with the paleness of his slender face and the burgeoning large nose she could hardly see.

Lastly, she counted the abundance of freckles on his skin, likening them to the bright stars in the vast expanse of space she used to observe from her window as a lonely child. 

When she looked at him, everything suddenly made sense. She could not figure out why the sight of him stirred something warm and comforting within her to wash that crisp chill away, but once she recognized this familiarity, the Princess knew she did not like it—she did not like it one bit. 

She sharply turned away, hoping she had successfully hidden her prying gaze under the cascades of diamonds peeking from beneath her hood.

“I see you are not a monster under that mask of yours,” she glumly stated, glad to break the tension. 

“Don’t be so sure,” he blankly replied, stepping forward and leaving her alone in the ship. His voice did match the one she heard countless times in her mind, but hearing it so close and without the force’s far-away cadence sent another shiver down her spine. The Princess had never heard such a deep, husky voice. 

Snapped out of her daze as another rush of heat flew into the cruiser, the Princess quickly followed the Commander’s menacing form. There was no one on the platform to greet them. The Princess looked back, only seeing the protocol droids doing what they could to unload her heavy luggage. 

“Strange,” she murmured, ever too clear to Ren. 

“Yes,” he mumbled back, his voice still muffled by his cowl. 

She looked forward. Amidst the haze, she could see the entrance to the castle wide open, a welcome beacon amidst the brewing sandstorm they were stuck in. 

“We should head inside,” she directed. “Surely they will be awaiting our arrival.” She started walking, and the Commander hesitantly followed suit. 

“I don’t sense any deceit,” she added, attempting to reassure him somewhat. He did not humor her with a response, as he basked in the silence between them that was only interrupted by the distant howling wind. 

The Princess sighed. “We should also disguise ourselves,” she suggested, projecting her voice as best she could in Ren’s mind to communicate discreetly. They could never be too careful, especially with the treasonous plot they were sent here to accomplish. 

“The Supreme Leader only notified Bassos’s court that they are to receive First Order envoys. They do not know of my existence yet, and they would never dream that the Supreme Leader could ever part with his Commander.” 

Ren vocally grunted in response, which she could only assume meant he agreed. She is all too familiar with the Commander's penchant to make his displeasure known. On further reflection, the Princess realized it must have been his plan all along. There was no other reason he would take his helmet off unless it were to conceal his identity. 

The Princess continued. “And I think it would be best for you to be introduced as my bodyguard.” 

Ren immediately halted in his tracks, stopping them moments away from finally taking shelter in the palace. 

“No, that is unacceptable!” he snapped, his menacing glare almost hitching her breath. The Princess was fierce, however, and overcome with her determination to be strong, lest she be caught fearing him again. 

“This is my mission!” she hissed. “If you are to follow your orders from the Supreme Leader to protect me, then the only way you can be near me at all times is by being my recognized bodyguard.” 

He looked at her, the silence between them only pulsing louder with each passing second. 

“Does that make sense to you, Commander?”

“I am the Commander of the First Order, and I will not take orders from you !”

“This is not an order!” she seethed. “It would do you good not to burst a blood vessel any time someone offers you guidance!” 

He took a long stride towards her, almost caging her against the castle’s entrance. “And I will not be lectured to,” he growled, his true voice rumbling, sending an electric current down her spine and into her blooming core. 

His protests and his commanding presence were having the same detrimental and lustful effect they had on her previously. This time, however, the Princess was furious. She suspected he loved to challenge and dominate her. Sensing his fiery libido that radiated off of him like the flames of the desert sun, she was sure of it. 

The Princess, more level-headed than she had been previously in her erroneous ways, did not so easily fall into his trap. They both knew her shortcomings would lead her into another compromising position. 

She calmly looked into his imposing brown eyes, the remnants of her boiling anger dissipating into a fine mist and joining the breeze that rolled over the desert sands. 

“I will do what I must do to accomplish this mission. I will introduce you as my bodyguard in that throne room. If you dare to defy me and ruin my plans, you will have to answer to my father.” 

With one last breath, she took her leave and sauntered away from the hot and bothered Ren. Her heels clicked away, and he steadily followed. 

The Commander intently surveyed her, hungry to see what was under those flowing robes that rested against the curvature of her swaying ass so deliciously. Her defiance was dreadfully arousing. He conceded this time, but only because he knew there were ample more opportunities to break down the Princess. He would, in some way or another, have her at his mercy. 

They walked in silence and approached an enormous double-sided door, and finally encountered a soul on this desolate planet in the form of a guard. 

“Who goes there?” he called out, his authoritative voice bouncing off the walls of the narrow hall. 

“We are the envoys sent by the Supreme Leader. Have you not been informed of our arrival?” she declared, annoyed by their lack of manners. She was the Princess of the First Order for kriff’s sake, even if they were unaware she was who they had the pleasure of meeting. 

“Right,” the guard smirked, turning to pry open the tall doors. They were immediately met with a boom of boisterous laughter and hollering as the court was revealed to them. The walls were lined with drunken, lecherous men. His entourage of rogues and mercenaries looked ghastly as they stuffed their mouths and bounced young slave girls upon their knees. 

It was truly a disgusting sight to behold; all the sins of the galaxy gathered in one small room, on one even smaller planet. 

Those in his court paid no attention to them, probably taking them for other rogues there to engage in another one of their nefarious business deals. She did sense prying eyes, however, as few took notice that she was a woman.

The Princess could not contain her look of disgust, thankful her scarf covered her mouth. Nevertheless, she slowly approached the man in charge of it all, seated at the very end of the chamber upon his throne. 

Unlike his band of fools, Bassos was not necessarily as brutish and unsightly as they were. He was a tall, broad man of forty years, with tanned skin and a full head of dark hair, complemented by a matching full beard. He had a noticeably deep scar that spanned his left eye and crossed his nose. 

His appealing looks, however, could not compensate for the fact that he was just as much of a libertine as the rest of his crew—perhaps even worse, given his infamous reputation. He had a woman on his lap as young as the others looked, and he paid both her and Ren no attention as they stood before him. 

The Princess, given Ren’s lacking diplomatic skills, spoke first as the leader of this operation. 

“Lord Bassos,” she projected, slightly bowing her head. He turned his attention from the girl towards him, his interest piqued by a new, mysterious woman. “As representatives of the First Order, it is a pleasure to be hosted by you in your handsome palace.” 

She had captured his full attention and the whole of his court, whose chatter swiftly dwindled. 

“And who may you be, sweetheart? Surely, I would remember meeting one of Snoke’s lackeys if they were as lovely as you,” he smiled. 

 

The Princess smirked under her veil. She was thoroughly amused by the inevitable chaos she had doomed him to as soon as she stepped through his threshold. 

In one fell swoop, she swiftly uncovered herself from the constricting bindings of her robe. No one paid any heed to the heap of clothing that lay on the floor, for no one could pry everyone’s eyes off the alluring vision before them. 

The Princess was mesmerizing, an alluring glow emanating from her shining form. The band of thieves, always fascinated by the prospect of jewels and women, had never seen such beauty. They gawked unabashedly, as they were never ones to succumb to the pressing weight of shame. 

The Princess curtly smiled, proud that she could get such a visceral reaction from the crowd. She took a deep breath, projecting her spell and filling the air with an intoxicatingly sweet miasma. 

Ren, having never beheld the Princess with his own eyes, did not know what to make of the scene before him. He felt a spark of heat rush through his veins upon seeing her clearly without the distortion of his helmet. 

He was also hit by a heavy wave of energy that pricked at his eyes, sending another rush of blood towards his hardening member. This greatly angered the impertinent Commander, who knew without a shadow of a doubt it was another one of her spells. He pushed back, willing himself with the force to eject this unwanted intrusion back towards her.

Everyone missed the slight flicker of her eyes towards him in response, as she tried with all her might to hide her shock at his ability to deflect her. 

The Commander was a big problem for the Princess, indeed.

“And what was the Supreme Leader thinking in sending me such a splendid talent?” Bassos smirked, clearly amused. 

She could tell just by his calm thoughts that he was not as easily impressed with the Princess as the whole of his court was. There was a slight, lingering scent of suspicion that wafted in her direction. He was still intrigued, of course, but the Princess knew she had her work cut out for her. 

‘Curse these strong-willed men, ’ she thought. 

“The Supreme Leader does not let loyalty and dedication to the order go unseen, my Lord. Think of my presence in observing your court as a gift, from the Supreme Leader himself unto you,” she grinned. 

“And is observance all you will afford us during your stay here?” he sneered, the attraction to her in his dilated eyes and double meaning not lost on her.

“That depends,” she smiled again while taking a deliberately slow step forward, which angled her hips in the light just right. “I may need your personal direction to get the full scope of your operations, if you would be so kind to indulge me,” she drawled, emphasizing each pressing word to make her intentions with him abundantly clear. 

Bassos, thoroughly amused, leaned his head back and let out a hearty laugh. The rest of his court followed suit, as the brainless hivemind they were. 

“I would be a fool not to,” he chuckled, his laughter finally dying down. The Princess grinned, celebrating her little victory. 

“Come!” he suddenly barked, shoving the previous slave girl off his knee and gesturing towards his empty lap. “You can get a better view from here, the best seat in the house.” 

The Princess made no sound, sucking up all her pride and conceit to degrade herself at his request. She begrudgingly followed his orders, curtly smiling when placing her warm, plump underside against his meaty thigh. 

Murmuring in the court amongst his men resumed, until Bassos’s voice cut through the noise once more. 

“And who are you?” he questioned, his playful demeanor from before replaced with callous seriousness when gesturing towards the grim figure of Ren in the foreground. 

Ren was visibly angry, his fierce stare directed at the two who sat upon the throne. His fury was suffocating, palpitating throughout the stuffy hall. Everyone held their breath in anticipation. Bassos never took kindly to strangers who dared to challenge him. 

“He is my bodyguard,” the Princess piped up, assuring the lord with a cheery grin. “He is no one to worry about,” she turned towards Ren, locking her gaze onto his fiery, intimidating eyes while she wrapped her delicate arms around Basso’s neck. 

She smiled a genuine smile, confident and happy to have had this effect on him. This is what he deserved for daring to undermine her will. She knew she won this round. 

“He’s nobody.” 

 

Notes:

Hey y'all, so sorry for the slow update. Turns out when you're in law school, it's pretty hard to keep up with any social life/hobbies whatsoever.

I love writing this and am so glad whenever I have time to work on it. Your feedback and comments only motivate me even more, so thank you so, so, so much for your support.

I hope to get a new chapter out as soon as possible for this arc I have been working on. Please let me know what you think!

Chapter 6: Subdued

Summary:

Finally getting somewhat hot up in here
*some nsfw*

The Princess lay in her bed, stripped out of her fancy adornments and fitted in a thin, silk nightgown. She ate some berries servants brought her at her request, and she lounged gracefully, patting herself for a job well done. She had no mind to double-check for poison, since she was immune to it anyway.

Although she had yet to sleep with Lord Bassos in the two days she had been here due to unforeseen circumstances, her plan was finally coming to fruition tomorrow. He was ill-prepared for how vulnerable he would be once she got her hands on him.

Suddenly, there was a stern knock at her door. She paid it no mind and continued to eat her berries, already sensing the person on the other side of her chambers to be none other than Ren.

He was the last person she wanted to see, as he had been avoiding her like the plague as she went about the palace with Bassos. ‘What a lousy bodyguard he was.’ She could only hope the rest of his court was too stupid to notice his absence from her side.

“Come in,” she groaned, deciding now was the time to reprimand him for his slight. This was her operation, after all, and she could not afford any unexpected hiccups.

He slowly entered, and she dared not give him the satisfaction of her sole attention. “What is it?” she irritably sighed, still solely fixated on the fruit juice she was licking off her fingers. Even without looking at him, she could feel the pressing weight of his furious stare.

“What are you doing?” he grimaced, the rumble of his voice not modulated by his helmet, slightly startling her.

“What do you mean?” she annoyingly retorted, now fixing her eyes on the closeness of his form at the foot of her bed.

“What is taking so long?” he raised his voice. “You sit here and lounge while we spend another day here carrying out your stupid plan?”

The Princess chuckled, amused at his cracking composure. “Relax, I have it all settled. Have some faith in me, will you?”

“How can I, when you don’t tell me anything!” he snapped, taking a step closer. A beat passed.

“I see you don’t understand the concept of faith then,” she snickered, plopping another berry into her warm mouth.

Before she could raise her wrist again to meet her lips, she felt an all-consuming force stop her in her tracks. She was then forcibly pushed back by an unseen entity and pinned to her bed, lying belly up for Ren. The Princess, now registering what he had done, was livid.

“How dare you!” she yelled. The only other people to ever control her like this were her father and her Superior Mothers. However, she was no longer a child. It would take much more than this to break her will.

He slowly crawled on top of her, highly confident in his force restraint to keep her cooperating. He roughly grabbed her frozen wrists and pinned them above her head. Her bowl of berries spilled on the bed in the process, leaving a swirl of red and blue liquid on her sheets.

His face was now centimeters from her face, with his hips and legs pushing her further into the mattress. The Princess could not help but glance at his lips, having never seen them uncovered. They were enticingly plump and pink.

She glared back into his dark eyes, snapping herself out of his malevolent trance. “Let go of me!” she snarled.

“No.” Despite his stern response, she could have sworn she saw the corner of his lips slightly upturn.

The Princess took a deep breath to calm herself, feeling her chest rise and press against Ren’s broad form before falling again. “Let me go, or else.”

“Or else what? Have you forgotten who you are talking to, your highness?” his voice rumbled throughout her body, almost causing her to tremble. The Princess had had enough.

“Let me go!” she ordered again, conjuring the voice. To his sheer horror, Ren immediately complied, releasing her wrists and leaning back to give her space.

“What the fuck,” he muttered, eyes wide.

“Don’t move! Don’t speak!” she commanded again, her voice reverberating through Ren’s body. He complied again, his terror immediately supplanted with intense waves of anger. Ren was vulnerable once more, wholly unaware of the extent of her powers until now.

The Princess wrapped her legs around his waist. Squeezing him with her thighs, she managed to roll him over in the blink of an eye. Ren grunted, the wind knocked out of him. She was now straddling the Commander, their positions entirely switched.

“It’s not so nice when you’re on the other end, is it?” she chuckled, wholly amused with her handiwork.

He stared back at her, his pupils dilated and lips parted, but no coherent sound left him. The Princess smiled, glad she had instructed him not to speak.

His face was scarlet now. He was bursting at the seams with rage, and she could only imagine the string of curses and nonsense he was itching to spew at her at this moment.

“This is much better,” she smiled. “What was your exact plan in coming in here and pinning me down, Ren?” she teased, slowly rolling her hips against his groin. He grunted again, eyes blown wide as he intensely glared at her face.

“Did you think I would obey you? Or did you want me to put up more of a fight? It seems you like to piss me off,” she growled, rolling her hips again in a nice, steady pace. She sighed, feeling his hardening member press against her clothed, warm cunt.

The Princess would never admit how difficult it was for her to suppress the arousal that began building in her core.

He lowly moaned and attempted to rut his hips forward to match her pace, but he was achingly frustrated at her spell that kept him from doing so.

“It seems you do like that,” she smiled again, picking up her speed. Feeling emboldened by his flustered state, she reached behind her and firmly grabbed his clothed cock. He gasped as she gradually stroked it, the friction from the layer of his pants sparking strings of pleasure through him.

The Princess noted that it was considerably big, her fingers unable to wrap fully around it. She continued to sluggishly rub and grind against him, very satisfied at the state it left him in. His face was beet-red and glistening, while his teeth painfully clenched in his last-ditch effort to suppress the moans that racked his body.

“Do you like that?” she grinned, feigning innocence. He lowly moaned in response. “Sorry, I can’t hear you, what was that?” she teased, slowing down her pace, earning a pathetic cry from Ren out of protest.

“You may speak,” she declared, the voice undoing her previous spell.

“Yes!” he rasped automatically.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I like it, fuck!” he whined, his dark brows furrowed out of desperation. She almost felt bad for him, for he, too, was powerless against his innate lustful desires. The mighty Kylo Ren was truly just a man.

For some reason, the Princess did not want to stop. She had accomplished her goal of embarrassing him, yet she still yearned to press him further and humiliate him even more. He deserved it, after all he had put her through.

Against her better judgment, she pressed on. Slipping her hand under his waistband, she grasped the warm, soft skin of his cock and began rubbing. Her hand glided over his sensitive skin at just the right rate. Ren could not contain himself, his choked moaning only growing louder as his climax drew near.

The Princess had a sudden, intrusive thought. She desperately wanted to remove her hand altogether and have him fill her aching cunt instead, in an attempt to scratch that itch she only got when she was around him.

She quickly shook that fantasy away. Unlike Ren, she thought with her head above all else. Snoke never ordered her to go all the way and place Ren under her control. It would be very beneficial for her to do so, sure, but now would not be the right time. At least, not like this.

“Fuck!” he loudly moaned. His cock twitched, releasing his strings of fluids all over the Princess’s clothed ass. She rolled her eyes, annoyed that she would have to replace her silk dress he had so carelessly soiled.

He gasped, breathing heavily while coming down from his high. The Princess, now thoroughly pleased with her work, rolled off of him and stepped off the bed. She swiftly took off her nightdress and walked across the room to her chest. She could sense Ren’s eyes strain to follow her semi-naked form.

Slipping on a new dress, she could now feel Ren’s raw energy pounding against her spell’s hold. He was furious and desperate to get out.

“If you must know,” she started, slowly walking back towards his hulking body sprawled out on her bed. “Bassos is still wary of getting too close to me. One of his slave girls, his wives he calls them, is jealous and has been giving him trouble.”

She walked back to her vanity to pick up her hairbrush and began weaving its bristles through her soft locks. “I put one of his men under my spell. I instructed him to confess to Bassos tonight that he and his ‘wife’ have been engaging in an illicit affair behind his back,” she chuckled. She glanced towards Ren again, his piercing stare sending a shiver up her spine. He was not amused at all.

“He will surely deal with them tonight. They will probably be killed. She will be gone. I aim to have Bassos by the end of the day tomorrow.” Again, there was no response except for the stillness of his breathing.

“You can speak now, you know,” she said, itching to get some response out of him. Apparently, his opinion on the execution of her plan was why he was here in her room in the first place.

“I hate you.”

The Princess was slightly taken aback by the serious tone he took. After all of that, that was not what she expected out of him at all.

It startled her how much what he said bothered her. She turned away from him and stared at herself in the reflection of her vanity. She looked distraught. And tired. A beautiful mess.

“Leave me,” she commanded. In an instant, Ren gathered himself and left her quarters. At the sound of her door closing, the energy in the room entirely shifted. Her bed was freezing that night.

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The Princess dined alone with Bassos, the defensiveness instilled by his wife completely dissipated after her treachery was revealed. They were laughing and merry, courtesy of the expensive drink and the Princess’s charm.

“How are you enjoying your time here, my lady?” Bassos smiled before taking another sip of wine.

“Your court has been most gracious, my lord. I will have nothing out of the ordinary to report to the Supreme Leader.” The Princess had lied, telling Bassos that she was another noble from a prosperous planet with a seat on the council to explain away her wealthy pedigree.

“Of course,” she started, swirling the maroon liquid in her glass. “I can possibly give him a more generous report, with your help,” she smiled, keeping her eyes firmly on his as she brought the glass to her delicate lips.

“And what can I specifically ‘help’ you with, my lady?” he muttered, following in her suit in taking a drink. She smiled more, happy with the effect she was sensing from him. His interest was piqued, with the stench of lust permeating her nose. She projected her inner musings of all the positions he could ‘help’ her in.

In an instant, he rose from his seat and stalked towards her. She followed suit, standing up from her seat to meet him. He reached for her neck and pulled her close, their lips crashing together. She moaned into him, melting into his touch. Of course, he would think that he was in control; they always do.

She released her pheromones. Her skin blazed like fire, sending bolts of pleasure through anyone who dared to touch her. Bassos moaned into her mouth, the feeling of her hot body pressed against his already affecting his lower region.

He then swiftly spun her around, pinning her back flat against the table. With his knee resting between her thighs and his hand on her hips, she was not going anywhere. She moaned against his mouth, eliciting another tremor of pleasure through him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, already flaring up from the potency of her spell on him. He quickly hiked up her dress, bunching the long fabric up at her sides. She lifted her legs, clasping them tightly around his waist. He urgently attempted to undo his pants, the heat becoming too much as he broke out into a noticeable sweat. The only way to relieve himself would be by plunging himself into the hellish chamber that was her cunt.

The Princess ground into him, urging him to continue. She needed this to be over already.
Her dissociating was abruptly halted in an instant, however, as she sensed an all-too-familiar foreboding presence suddenly upon them.

“No!” she cried out, as Ren ignited his lightsaber. Her pleas fell on deaf ears.

Bassos did not even have time to react to her warning before the attack. In one fell swoop, Basso’s head was cleanly separated from the rest of his body. The Princess lay on the table, frozen, as her legs remained wrapped around his cooling torso, now lifelessly slumped against her.

Finally coming to, she hastily pushed his body off of her. She felt disgusting. It landed with a loud thump onto the floor, in direct sight of the cold eyes that remained open in his decapitated head.

She slowly rose, fixing her garments to preserve her modesty once more. She dared not look into the eyes of the killer before her, her shock from the altercation still not allowing her to process the situation. Ren’s presence still did not feel real to her. At the moment, he was a specter, only there to haunt her.

They stood in silence for quite some time, with the only indication he was there being his insolent energy that palpitated through the room and thumped in her veins. Once she finally realized that this was not a dream that she would wake up from any time soon, she snapped.

“What the fuck!” she screamed. “What the fuck was that!” she cried again, finally meeting his eyes.

His dark gaze met hers, totally unfeeling and cold — a monster.

In all truthfulness, Ren did not know how to answer her either. He wanted to hurt her. In a fit of rage, this was what his tirade of anger had come to. He had slain the Lord. The Lord she was tasked to subdue. The Lord, who would get to have her, as he had not. He couldn’t stand it.

The Princess stared into his dead eyes. “Why have you done this?” she yelled again, inching a step back from the mangled corpse before her. “Did you do this to hurt me? How could you do this?” she softly cried to herself.

She was losing her composure. Gone was the Princess who was so unafraid and unbothered by the mortality of others. It was not Bassos’s death that disturbed her, but rather, the precariousness of her own life. Snoke would be most unhappy to hear that not only did she fail to perform her task, but her target was also dead on top of it.

It did not matter that this whole situation was not of her own doing. She had not done what the Supreme Leader had ordered her to do. She was defeated by Kylo’s hand.

The Princess had failed.

She began to breathe heavily, her shortness of breath constricting her. She clawed at her throat to release the building tension, but it was no use. She was having a panic attack.

The Commander loomed toward her, his every step sending a resounding shock wave through the Princess’s shaking core. “No!” she managed to squeal. “Stay back! I hate you!” she screamed.

He momentarily froze, his eyes scanning her trembling form before descending upon her again despite her warnings. “No!” she groaned, as he firmly grasped her neck and waist. Pressed against him, she could hardly push him away from her. Her weakened and compromised state would not allow her to utilize any of the Bene Gesserit techniques she often relied upon.

The Princess was trapped.

She looked anywhere but at his dark eyes as they bore into her face. His lips were mere inches away, and the Princess heavily exhaled upon them in the midst of her uncontrollable episode.

Ren’s grasp on her neck faltered, and he slid his hand lower, settling it over the exposed flesh of her burgeoning breast. Her heart thumped loudly against his hand, like a bird trapped in a cage, desperate to break free.

He breathed in, using the force to cast his own spell upon the scared girl. The Princess was in shock, believing she was immune to his force-like trances. She thought she was imagining his effect, since there was no way the Ren that she knew would ever lift a finger to help anyone.

As her heartbeat slowly settled, she was still on high alert. Ren was not an altruistic person; she knew that to be a fact. He must have some other plan in store, one she would rather not be part of.

She dared to look into the eyes of the monster before her—the man who lived to make her life a living hell. She was livid and wanted to let him know exactly what she thought of him. No amount of nice deeds could erase the pain and suffering he always caused her.

She wanted to project an absolute look of disgust towards him, but upon meeting his gaze, her breath hitched.

His eyes were immaculate. Staring back at her were deep, warm pools of brown, and the flecks of gold in his irises shone like brilliant stars in the expanse of deep space. There were indisputable hints of concern gracing his features, and although the Princess would never admit it, the sight made her heart stop. She was frightened yet mesmerized.

“Ren,” she gently uttered, lost in his trance as he slowly raised his hand from her heart to her temple. Then, the Princess's vision went black.

Notes:

Back with another chapter in record time - only a week! This is pretty fun, hopefully I can stick to a weekly/biweekly schedule of updates to keep myself on track when things get hectic again.

Thank you to everyone who comments/kudos. I love to see your feedback :)