“You don’t have to suffer through it alone, my lord,” he somehow widen

“You don’t have to suffer through it alone, my lord,” he somehow widened his chest and shrunk his shoulders all at the same time. “I’ll accompany you.” He always seemed to be contending for the crown while simultaneously being submissive when the Supreme Leader was around. As a new commander of the First Order, you shouldn’t be surprised Rogue of the Knight of Ren was overstepping his boundaries after his master had already expanded them. The Festival of Light on Naboo was not an event Snoke would have given a glance towards, but Kylo Ren was blood of the Queen’s blood. It would have been foolish to feign ignorance of the invitation and potential partnership with an entire star system. But a festival is still just a party. Kylo Ren was never one to party. “I thought I was the plus one,” you startle the sentinels stationed on each side of the entrance. You thread through then and their expectations of you towards the thrine. “My lord?” Your lord - both yours and Rogue’s - smiles. He smiles at you - both of you. “I’m the Supreme Leader,” he speaks around the shadow of that strange, strange smile. “If anybody can have another plus one, it might as well be me.” × “Who does she think she is?” Queen Naberrie was either Kylo Ren’s aunt or his cousin. The jury was still out and nobody was calling them back in. Or at the very least not let her dig her meticulously manicured claws into his cape while dragging him away from you. “She’s our host,” Rogue Ren returned to his Nabooian nectar. “And the ruler of this entire star system. Behave.” “I mean,” you grabbed a goblet of your own. “Who does she think she is rubbing herself against Supreme Leader?” “A future political ally, one would hope.” “Do we have to take all our allies to bed?” “If it strengthens the bond,” he grinned inti the goblet at the sight of your stupefied state. “Shut up,” you hit him over the head, but his smile split his face further. “Why don’t we show him what he’s missing out on?” The other Knights laughed at the two of you stepping on each other’s toes while trying to tango back on Mustafar, but the whole ballroom here was in a stunned silent at the show of chivalry and grace as you danced out of the place. And not even the Master of the Knights of Ren was immune to your spell. × Kylo Ren eventually found a cure for his condition, but it took him long enough. Long enough for you and his second-in-command to get each other wet and hard respectively. “Which one of you decided to start without me?” “She did” and “he did” were spoken at the same time. You were pointing the finger at each other, too. “Which one of you did I give permission to start without me?” None of you answered, but both of you rolled off of the other and onto the floor. You both reached him at the same time and you each claimed a boot. “Forgive me, Master,” you licked along his heel with long and loving swipes. You were going to make his shoes shine if that’s what it was going to take. “Punish me, milord,” Rongue Ren ran his tongue up the straps in a single motion. “I can only forgive through punishing and I can only punish through forgiveness,” he walked past your warm, writhing bodies. “If either of you think they are the most sorry,” he sat at the end of the bed, legs spread and cock sprung. “Then I suggest you prove it.” -- source link

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