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Plutt would return half an hour after midnight.
Rey grabbed the old silk brocade, worn and frayed from age and disuse, but the nicest thing she owned in her life, and put on a jeweled mask she saved up for with stolen coin. Slipping out into the streets, into the crowd, she blended in with the other peasants just fine. Keeping herself small enough to hide among the skirts of higher class folks.
Too caught up in avoiding the eyes of guards, she bumped into something. Someone. Tall. Broad. Black locks combed in perfected waves. A masque covering half his face on his left.
"Sorry, my Lord," she squeaked, glaring down at her shoes.
"No harm done, Miss." He reached for her wrist, warmth gathering beneath her skin and flowing through her arm and the rest of her body.
Rey picked up her skirts and let her hand fall away from his. "I'll let you get back to your evening."
"Wait."
She froze, unable to disobey someone so high class. "Yes?"
He reached for her face. "A lady shouldn't have a hair out of place." He tucked the stray hair behind her ear, fingertips gracing her temple.
"Right. Of course. Thank you.”
"You're welcome."
With a slight grin, she turned on her heel and slipped into the crowded ballroom.
"It is you… "
Marriage.
But why?
Why did they want her as their wife?
Rey didn’t understand, even as she tried to find some way to escape her prison. The windows didn’t open, too narrow in the panes anyway for her to crawl out. She looked at the bathroom windows, high up, out of her reach, but they opened. She needed a ladder.
But entertaining the notion of fleeing, with a pair of kings trumping over her pitiful number two card, would only end in her being caught and dragged back. Or worse. A bounty on her head. Many would love to have a turn with the kings’ whore.
They touched her, took away what remained of her agency, what was hers, and they planned on taking more.
How much more could they possibly take?
Rey slumped down onto her bed, weeping.
When her eyes were raw and there were no more tears to be shed, the door was unlocked, and Kylo entered, a maid behind him. A twisted grin played at his full, reddened lips.
The maid presented her with a robe to cover her up.
“Back for more?” Rey hissed at Kylo, who grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the vanity, all set up with various hair combs and perfumes.
“Leave us,” Kylo waved off the maid, eyes burning into Rey’s through the mirror. At the click of the door closing, his fingers caressed her head. “This is tradition, sunshine.”
Rey blinked. “What?”
“The groom does the bride’s hair. I do your braids, my brother takes them out.” A kiss to her hair. "It's a form of intimacy and love in our family."
Bile formed in her throat. "You don't love me."
He parted one half of her hair. "But I do, and you'll learn too."
Rey didn’t want to learn, she wanted to leave.
Once the braids were done, Kylo kissed her ear. “My beautiful, ripe bride.”
Staring into the mirror, the braids wrapped around the crown of her head, meeting at the back. It was lovely. In any other circumstances, she might actually be happy about it.
Then Kylo reached for something in a small ornate container, his fingers dipping into it. Grasping her chin, hard, he rubbed his reddened fingertips over her lips. Tears beaded in the corners of her eyes.
"My brother told me you had the loveliest shade of red on your pretty mouth that night."
The red leaned more pink, like the deep-hued peonies Rey would pluck in the meadow outside of Plutt’s estate for a splash of color in her life.
Now her life would be marred in sapphire and blood.
“Why me?” she whispered. “Why me?”
“What wouldn’t I give to see your pretty hazel eyes every day?” Kylo answered. “A strong, enduring spirit like yours is rare.” His fingers teased down her arm. “And you’re powerful. More powerful than you know.”
Blood rushed to her head. He didn’t make sense.
“You’ll know in time, sunshine.” His teeth sunk into the juncture of her neck. Rey gasped, Kylo pulled away, licking at the wound that would bruise.
A knock at the door, and the maids rushed in, holding her wedding dress and a box. Behind them was Ben, dressed in similar regalia as his brother.
Kylo took her by the hand, forcing her to stand up with a flick of his fingers. She prickled at that.
“I can stand on my own,” she grumbled.
“Keep that fire burning strong, my love,” Kylo whispered in her ear. His eyes turned to his brother’s, smirking a little before brushing past him. “See you at the altar.”
Ben sighed as his gaze roamed Rey’s body, as maids presented her with petticoats and a lacey, white corset. The maids lifted her hair and pulled the skirts over her head. Rey didn't dare look at her groom, wishing his dark, intense gaze was looking everywhere but on her.
Once the pristine white gown was tied in the back, the maids bowed to Ben, and backed away, leaving them alone.
Ben stepped closer, that sickenly sweet smile on his face. The silver crown on his head carried sapphires worth more than the meager coin she had gotten all her life. His knuckles brushed her collar and she flinched away.
"You and your brother…" she said with venom. "Are no better than Plutt."
Ben only chuckled, pressing his body into hers. She backed away, but he only followed, crowding her against the vanity. His arms smoothed up and down her bodice.
"It's hard for you to understand I suppose. We feed you, sweetheart. Clothe you like the queen you're meant to be. Give a proper bed, not by a dying hearth, your freckles covered in ashes. You make us happy. Make me happy. And lucky I have you now, right by your makeup." His eyes darted to the vanity, reaching for the rouge Kylo applied to her lips earlier.
Rey reached her hands up to press against his chest, to get him to back away. To get herself room to breathe, but Ben's massive structure was a wall of corded muscle, and he was stronger than she with his supposed paralyzing magic.
"Ah ah, you're stronger than you know, sweetheart. You don't understand now, but you will."
Rey still didn't get it. What did he and his brother know? "I… I just want to know why me?"
"Only after marriage," he said. "But I guess I can give you a simple reason, so I could kiss your pretty lips whenever I want. Like this."
He cupped her cheek with one hand, the other on her nape. Rey’s breath crushed out of her chest as his mouth covered hers, firmly. Tears beaded at the corner of her wide eyes. Her first kiss, stolen while her limbs were frozen in place, palms flat against his chest. The kiss was soft, invasive, and wet, slips of his tongue caressing over her mouth. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get away, all she could do was endure. His scent, of cedar if she had to guess, flooded her nose and made the room spin.
Ben pulled away, his thumb coming up to her eyes and carefully wiping the tears threatening to spill away and ruin the little makeup she had. His sweet smile was back, chills crawling up her spine.
“Beautiful.” He reached for the rouge and applied some to her lips, grasping her chin to force her kiss-stung lips to part. He licked his lips, trying to hide away the pink that rubbed off in his stolen kiss. “You taste sweet like berries.”
“Am I just an object to you? Not a woman with her own wants?” She blurted out.
He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her hair. A deep inhale. “You want this, you just don’t realize it. I see a little girl wanting and pleading for belonging, and now you’re here, right where you belong. Now, we mustn’t dawdle anymore.”
King Ben took her by the hand, tightening his grip on her arm so she couldn’t yank away even if she wanted to.
The dress was billowing around her; the dress for the ball days ago a sad limp little thing in comparison to the silk and the corset. She felt naked, her collarbones shuddering against the drafty halls. Ben’s strides were brisk and wide, and Rey nearly tripped over her skirts keeping up.
Before long, they were in front of the doors of a chapel. One of them was slightly ajar. Ben took a peek inside and grinned.
“They’re ready for us.”
Rey’s heart sunk to her gut. Something in her preened at this against her will, even as Ben looped his arm around hers. Steel grip. His palm on the back of her hand. Nowhere to escape.
The chapel was empty. None of the rows were filled. It felt like a Tuesday evening, the only sounds were her bare footsteps scraping across the stone floor and her labored breathing. Her heart was going to burst at any moment. At the end was an elderly priest, reading over his book. Off on the side was Kylo, long black locks framing his pale complexion and blood-red cape fanning out around him, like a creature of the night.
Rey swallowed. She was to marry both of them. Was that even allowed? Could a pair of men share a woman as their wife… They didn’t seem very keen on sharing though if Ben’s reaction to Kylo’s fingers invading her was any indication. But they were kings, and their word was law.
Once they were at the altar, Ben kissed her temple. Kylo took her free arm, kissing her other temple.
“My beautiful, beautiful bride,” he purred in her ear.
Rey tried to yank her arms away, but every muscle was frozen. She could do nothing.
The priest droned on and on, in sickness and in health, and when it came time, Rey felt fingers trail up her spine. It couldn’t be Ben or Kylo touching her, their arms were coiled around hers. Something inside her, now awake, told her wrong, it was their fingers, Kylo’s in fact.
Say the magic words, sunshine.
Or we’ll make you.
How much more would they take? “I do,” she squeaked out. “I do.”
She imagined more flowers. Lilacs on her wedding day. A dress she saw herself dancing in. Happiness blooming in her chest. A prisoner of a different type, from Plutt’s servitude to this, a doll in the hands of the twin kings.
“You may kiss the bride,” the priest said at last.
Kylo turned her head to face his, tilting her head up with his fingers under her chin. “My wife. My sunshine.” His lips met hers, rough and clumsy. Rey wished she could push him away and rinse her mouth. He held firm. The scent of pine flooded her sensitive nose, washing over the cedar.
I know he took your first, sunshine.
She stiffened even more, like a frozen rabbit in the fields.
But I’ll be the first to come inside your pretty pussy.
Despite the dread shuddering her bones, she felt dampness form between her legs. Once the kiss was over, Kylo pulled away, and Ben turned her head and kissed her oh-so-gently.
All mine sweetheart. All mine.
Once Ben was done with his kiss, they spun her around and grabbed her by both hands, leading her down the aisle between pews.
Rey let the silent tears fall, only for those to be stolen away by a thumb or tongue.
There were people at the feast.
Rey sat in a smaller but no less ornate throne, lined with a most comfortable cushion. Her skirts were hiked up to her knees, hidden underneath the table and the cloth. She reached for the food, the nausea in her stomach fading as she ate and ate. Her shoulders were taut like a string carrying thousands of sacks of flour, and she wanted to cry every other minute. Weep at how her life was never going to be fair, nothing more than being locked in a room without a window to freedom.
Ben and Kylo sat on either side, making small talk between goblets of wine and nibbles of food.
Rey had to snicker to herself. Their precious, pretty doll was a pig, chowing down on everything set in front of her. Sometimes while she chewed, a hand stroked her knee, making her pause. The tingles of arousal were a betrayal to what she wanted. Another hand stroked her neck, to her nape, to her lower back. The torment of their touches ruined whatever joy she might’ve had in this meal, knowing what was yet to come.
They would take her maidenhead. Possibly impregnate her. Binding her forever to them.
“Congratulations, Your Majesties. She’s a pretty wife. A bit thin,” one man in a burly overcoat and curled beard remarked to them.
She’s not his wife. She’s mine, Kylo’s voice roared in her head.
“She’ll be bigger soon,” Ben remarked before the anger in Kylo could pour out.
Rey had no idea why she could hear their thoughts, just as they could hear hers.
Nothing made sense anymore.
“Your Grace,” Ben continued, “I believe you wished to discuss important troop numbers with my brother?”
The nobleman nodded, turning all his attention to Kylo.
A grasp of Rey’s hand and her skirts fell over her knees, sweeping the floor. A yawn was forced from her jaw—elicited by the sorcery the twin kings held.
Kylo's jaw remained firmly shut, a twitch of his eye barely suppressing his annoyance at the noble and his brother.
"You're right, Your Majesty. We cannot delay any longer," the noble said.
Ben rose from his throne, hand in Rey's. "And I must take our bride back to have the maids undress her lest she overheats. You look feverish, sweetheart."
The pounding of her heart and the blood rising in her face at so many unwarranted touches was yet another weapon for these monsters to use.
Maybe it was better to give in. If she resisted, she didn't want to find out the consequences.
Kylo spoke through gritted teeth. "Yes, Duke Charles, discuss the issue."
Rey didn't hear anything the duke said as her legs moved one foot in front of the other of Ben's will. He walked her to the doors before slipping into the hall and rushing with hastened steps. His hand gripped her arm in a vice and Rey winced at his blunt nails digging into her skin.
Then he huffed in frustration, released her only to grab her by the shoulder, and lifted her up, hand underneath her knees. Rey didn't want to fall, didn't want to see the consequences of resisting. She grabbed onto the lapels of his jacket, watching as he carried her to her prison.
The chambers belonging to the kings were larger, more lavish, with curtains blocking out the light around the massive bed. Only a single candle illuminated the dark space. Ben set her down in front of the vanity, igniting the other candles before he reached for her hair, undoing the braids Kylo had meticulously woven. She sniffled, trying to ignore the tingles he gave her with each stroke of his fingers along her scalp. Once all the braids were undone, her hair fell over her face and graced her shoulders.
Ben reached for her collarbone, kissing her cheek. Rey suddenly regretted shoveling in all that food as her stomach churned. Something pressed against the most sensitive spot between her legs and she winced. She has no idea what was causing that, only that it made her wet.
"It's my power," Ben explained, smiling in the mirror. "And soon it will be yours too. And our child's."
Rey shuddered, squeezing her legs together in fear. "Why me?"
Ben began to undo the lacing on the back of her dress, threading her arms out of the sleeves.
"Because you have a gift, sweetheart. Others call it many names, witchcraft, magic. We call it in my family the Force."
"The Force?" Her voice trembled. The singing in her blood, the very thing that reacted to Kylo's touches, then Ben's. She knew it to be true.
Ben removed her petticoat. "Yes. I could feel it in you that night of the ball. We've been searching for you for so long. You'll give us heirs strong in the Force. You're the only one for me and my brother. My precious little baby-making whore. "
Terror gripped her at all the implications. New tears dripped down her cheeks as the last of her undergarments were removed.
"But I don't want this!" She cried, trying to move her limbs and failing.
He pressed a finger to her lips before drifting down her neck to her breasts to her stomach to between her thighs, rubbing his fingers over her lower lips. "Shhh, you do. I know you do. You're so wet for me already."
Rey found herself lifted up and plopped on the bed, Ben crawling over her, his cape cradling over them in a cocoon. Her wrists were tied down by an invisible string, her hips twitching and legs writhing as she struggled to get free.
"Please no…"
Ben's lips graced hers, taking and taking. His tongue caressed her mouth while his hands caressed her breasts.
Stop resisting me.
Her eyes squeezed shut, wishing for this to be a nightmare and any moment now she would wake up back by the dying hearth, cheeks, and rags covered in ash. Ben didn't stop, his hands wandering down to her thighs and stroking a fold. She hated how her body betrayed her, how he was playing with her like a doll, intent on using her to produce a child. She thought she would be loved, a baby produced naturally of that, instead of the choice stolen from her by dark lust and insanity.
I do love you.
His lips left hers for a moment as his finger delved deeper into her and she gasped, more tears pouring forth.
"Such a tight virgin you are," his voice rumbled with lust. His amber eyes were almost black, and she could feel the darkness swelling in him. "Fuck, I love your virgin pussy. You're gonna be so tight for me. Going to take me so well as I fuck a baby into you. Such a ripe body. So perfect. You didn't sleep with another because in your inner core you were waiting for me to take you. Put a baby in you. You'll never bear another child except mine and my brother's."
Another finger was added, then a third, stretching her to her limits. Rey cried out at the burn, and this was just his hand, stroking her walls. There was no use disputing his deranged words. All she could do was take everything he was forcing upon her. His thumb encircled her little sensitive bud, pressing harder and harder. Hot pleasure shot through her, electric and borderline painful. Her thighs twitched in resistance to the building pressure of her release.
"Come for me, sweetheart. You're still holding on. Let go."
Not like she had a choice.
His thumb got rougher, rubbing hard and faster over her clit. Too much, too much. She wheezed for air, her defenses broken through. Spine curving, toes curling, he ripped an orgasm from her. Never ceasing, she whimpered from the overstimulation.
“Stop... stop, please…”
Then it was gone.
Rey blinked and she looked up to see Ben undoing the buckle on his breeches, his cape still fanned out around him, making him a devil one would spot in the dark. A monster with soft hair and a gentle, preying smile.
He licked his fingers of her release. “You taste just as good as I remember.”
“You’re sick,” she spat, with no fire in her broken voice. “I’m just an object to you, destined to be barefoot and pregnant at your whims.”
Ben’s smile turned into a full smirk. “Still so oblivious.” He flicked his fingers, still glistening with her juices, and the hold on her wrists tightened. “It will be very arousing to see you barefoot and pregnant with my baby.”
Her eyes bulged at the size of his cock. Proportional to his large hand. Thick and girthy. And she was tiny; his fingers were a stretch.
Ben leaned over her, nibbling at her neck. "I see my brother marked you.” A bite sunk into her skin. “But make no mistake you’re mine.”
Something pressed into her, a blunt pressure, and she sobbed as he pushed his thick cock into her, slowly, but also with some pain. He didn’t stop to let her breathe, only advancing until his clothed hips brushed against her skin. Her breathing faltered, her chest threatening to beat out of her chest.
“Mine, my whore,” his breath ghosted her cheeks, sliding his cock out of her before pushing back in.
The burning hurt. More tears were renewed, streaming down her face. His hands fondled her breasts, teasing down to her hips with a firm grip. Each thrust made her spine shudder, small shocks of pleasure dancing down her back, flooding her arms, and up her nape. The burning eased but remained, even as she forced her body to relax to make this nightmare more bearable.
“I knew you would like this, Rey.” His voice speaking her name felt like a theft. “I knew you would.” His breathing became ragged. “You’re learning already.”
Rey swallowed, whimpering on a particularly rough thrust. His cock bumped the end of her entrance, and she screamed, body trying to curl in on herself. Her breasts pushed into his chest.
“Stop, please, I can’t…” She wheezed out, sobbing. The head of his cock was pushing against something.
The doors to their bedchamber slammed open, and Ben halted in his invasion, sighing against her ear. “So close,” he whispered.
It didn’t take a scholar for Rey to know who was the source of interruption.
“You fucking piece of shit,” Kylo growled, slutting the doors closed behind him and locking it before waving his hand at the two. Ben was unceremoniously shoved off the bed, slipping out of her soaked cunt.
Ben glared back at his brother. “Oh yes because you’re such an innocent party in all this. You touched her first when we agreed I would.”
Rey wiggled her wrists, free.
“And yet you tasted her, took her virginity, and kissed her first,” Kylo snarled. “She’s fucking mine. She will bear my child first.” Kylo, in his dark, blood-red caped shadow, turned his head to stare at her bare cunt, and a smirk formed on his lips. “At least she knows I will be the first to come inside her pretty pussy.”
Ben stood up, wiping his mouth. “Fight me. You’ve always had to have everything, baby brother.”
“You took everything from me, even regarding her, the best thing to ever happen to us!”
Kylo tackled Ben to the floor, clawing at his wrists. Ben pushed back, rolling across the floor, but Kylo was on top in the end. Rey crawled across the bed to watch the spectacle. Part of her was filled with disgust, that they were fighting over her as if they were fighting over a toy like children. Another part, that horrible, horrible voice inside of her yearning for attention and love, relished in how two men were vying for her and her body. She shied away from it, fearing she would give in to their sick fantasies.
Ben tried in vain to kick his brother off of him, but Kylo also wielded that mysterious power, the Force, and he managed the upper hand with it first. Perhaps that was in Kylo’s nature, using his power at his whims for violent ends. Ben clutched at his throat, teeth gritted as his breath was choked.
“You’re such a bastard,” Ben growled.
Kylo smirked, leaning his weight on Ben’s legs as he reached for his brother’s cock, the other hand outstretched to keep the vice on Ben’s throat.
“Takes one to know one.”
With that, Kylo dipped his head down, lips wrapping around the head of Ben’s glistening cock before sinking down inch by inch. Rey squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look at the display.
Watch, sunshine. Did you know we used to touch each other all the time?
A gush and a throb between her legs at Kylo’s words. She opened her eyes to the sight of Kylo bobbing up and down on Ben, drool mixing with Rey’s own arousal and dripping down the shaft and over Ben’s sac. Ben wheezed for air, grunting and groaning while desperately trying to keep his brother’s choke-hold from making him pass out. Rey fought the urge to touch herself, to seek out relief on her body. It was so wrong to watch, it was so wrong to be aroused, it was so wrong to listen to the part of her that wanted this. She didn’t want this.
We waited for you, but couldn’t contain it, Kylo continued on, deepthroating his brother’s cock in one glide and swallowing, earning a louder groan from Ben. You taste so good on my brother.
“Fuck… Fucking shit… Stop talking to her!” Ben’s hips bucked.
Can’t wait to suckle on your pretty tits sunshine. They’ll get bigger when you’re pregnant.
Kylo’s fingers played with Ben’s sac, fondling roughly, squeezing, before drifting lower underneath, and Ben jolted, violent in each movement.
“Fuck you…”
Kylo hummed, mouth covering Ben’s cock.
Rey suppressed a moan at the hot pleasure in her aching core that hit her, knocking the wind out of her lungs. She reached between her legs to find her folds even more drenched, like a second orgasm. But how? Neither one of them touched her for the past few minutes.
Kylo kept his lips wrapped around Ben, not letting a single drop of cum escape, milking his cock for all its worth. Kylo took his mouth off with a loud wet pop while releasing his brother’s throat. Ben took a deep inhale, his body limp from exhaustion. Kylo looked back at Rey, locking his pure black eyes with hers. Hungry for more.
You’ll like my brother’s cum.
Rey backed away on the small bed, her thighs clenching together in a futile attempt to preserve what little dignity she had left. Kylo grabbed her by the hips, and she tried to shake him off with a kick.
Slap!
Rey cried out as the sting of Kylo’s hand made contact with her bum. Forced on her back, Kylo pinned her down with his hands and his weight, and she couldn’t even recover from the crack of his palm on her before his mouth descended upon hers. She squeaked against his lips as salty cum graced her lips, Kylo’s tongue pushing all of the cum inside her mouth. It dripped down her chin and onto the pillow. His hands grabbed her thighs, thumbs digging into the little meat on her bones and spreading her wide. Undoing the belt on his pants, he licked the remaining cum of his brother off his lips, staring down at her.
Gonna come inside of you. You’re going to be pregnant with my child. So fucking big with my baby. Gonna fuck your ripe pussy every single fucking night. And you’ll like that, huh? You’ll love watching and getting fucked like the slut you are deep down, you just don’t realize it yet.
Kylo’s cock breached her abused opening, and she gasped as Kylo didn’t hesitate to begin brutally thrusting back and forth in her cunt. He was so thick her body felt like it was being split in two. She whimpered and writhed against his iron grip, her breasts bouncing. Skin slapped skin. He kept bumping into a spot that made her see stars.
“Fuck sunshine, you’re so tight.” Kylo reached for her neck, pressing his thumbs on the hollow of her throat. Grasping his wrists in fear, she watched as he stared at her with wild abandon, a man unleashed. Who got what he wanted, took whatever he wanted, from the first moment he murdered Plutt. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” Kylo’s thrusts got sloppy and then he groaned, pushed all the way to the root.
Rey keened as that same sensation of another orgasm forced her to arch her spine. It shouldn’t feel like this, ever. And now he had put his spend inside of her which would take shape into a child she didn’t ask for. Pure agony cracked her open, rendering her limp and broken on the sheets.
Kylo let go of her throat, bracing himself over her. Heavy pants brushed her mouth. His dark locks framed her face.
“Get off of her,” Ben growled. “You’ve had your fill.”
Kylo kissed her then rolled over onto his back, smirking at his brother. “Like you haven’t experienced her pussy yourself, twice.” He kissed her cheek, moving down to her pebbled breasts and grasped one in his hand and took another into his mouth.
Rey couldn’t find it in herself to resist anymore. The suckling and squeezing of her chest, between her legs sore and now the twin kings’ favorite place to reside in; she was truly a slave to unwanted pleasure she couldn’t fight.
Ben crawled onto the bed, reaching for her knees and spreading her wide, looking at her soaked, fucked, abused cunt covered in Kylo’s cum. His tongue darted out to lick at her folds tentatively before he went straight for the kill, repeating the earlier incident in her own room wearing petticoats. His lips kissed and latched onto her clit with soft strokes before going harder, more fervent, licking up the extra cum and remnants of her previous releases. Rey moaned, exhausted, wishing she could sleep through the next orgasm.
Taste so good my queen, even better with my brother’s cum inside of you. Naughty whore.
Kylo switched to her other breast, lapping at her nipple in circles.
Can’t wait till these pretty tits are full of milk for my baby.
Another chill crawled down her spine, goose-bumping her arms as Ben gripped her clit with his whole mouth and sucked hard, over and over. She came with a whimper, calves aching, her body exhausted beyond even the worst of nights when Plutt piled on the chores and her knees ached.
Everything passed in a haze as she remained limp on the bed. Ben got up, dressing down to nothing. Kylo followed suit, until both kings were naked in bed, one on each side of her. Hands wandered, stroking and caressing. Unbearable softness.
“Our queen,” Ben murmured in her ear, “You could feel it, couldn’t you?”
Deep inside herself, at her inner core, was that magic Kylo and Ben used on her, that latched onto her to them. She felt their pleasure echo in her body. No option to deny it. A lump formed in her throat.
“Yes,” she said, voice cracking.
Kylo kissed her before nuzzling into her neck, hand resting over her abdomen. “You belong here, with us.”
Ben pecked her cheek, lazily tweaking at her nipple. “And we have all the time in the world to get to know each other.”
We’ll teach you the ways of the Force.
As Rey fell asleep, a stray tear slipped out.
Five months later
“Oh fuck,” Rey moaned, as her naked body with a swelling belly bounced on Kylo’s cock. “Fuck me harder please.” Her small silver-leafed crown slipped off her hair, silky smooth from constant food and care. She adjusted it back on, wanting to wear and only wear it as she got railed by her kings.
Kylo reached to her hips and slammed her down, nibbling at her ear. "You're such a slut for my cock, aren't you sunshine?"
"I am," she rasped. She was split in two… Almost. She needed more. Her thighs ached from the effort of lifting herself up and down, her wet cunt sliding over her husband's cock. Kylo was the father of her baby in the end. The Force told her gut instinct to be true. After many nights of being impaled by both Ben and Kylo, she was confirmed to be with child, three months ago.
Ben's lips licked at her neck, hands caressing her swollen breasts.
"Need help sweetheart? Need me?"
Rey tugged at his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. "Yes."
The twins lowered her down to her side, Kylo behind her, Ben in front. Ben kissed her slight swell, careful of her precious gift, and pushed his cock into her already-stuffed opening. The stretch took over her every sense. So much. So full.
"Fuck sweetheart, you're still so tight, even now. As tight as a virgin," Ben said.
Kylo gave her a thrust, his cock rubbing both her walls and against Ben's own cock. All three of them groaned in pleasure. Kylo grabbed her thigh, Ben cradled her breasts. Rey sighed as they alternated between thrusts inside her cunt, both of them making her see stars.
"Oh fuck me," she moaned. "Faster. More. More."
"Such a whore you are. Even when pregnant you still want us to fill you," Ben said, giving her a rougher thrust than usual. "Fucking greedy little whore. Wants to be barefoot and pregnant all the time."
Rey preened. "Yes! Yes, I am your whore. All yours. All yours."
Kylo slapped her ass, fucking her harder. "A perfect slut for us." He slapped her ass again then flicked his fingers over her sensitive bud, drawing rapid circles. Her cunt fluttered around them.
"Come for us," Kylo whispered in her ear, making her skin goosebump. "Come for us sunshine."
"If you…" Her cheeks burned at the request she was about to make. "If you… I like to watch…"
Ben chuckled darkly in her ear. "Anything for you, my queen."
She sent them images of what she wanted in their heads. The bond between her and the twins was nigh unbreakable. The Force gave her this gift. This belonging with them, as well as a crown. Her word was law in the land, and she would rule with the dark side fueling her as much as it fueled her kings.
With each thrust into her cunt and rub of her clit, the pressure built in Rey. So close. Almost there. Just a bit more and she would be there.
Ben used the Force to tweak her clit. "Come," he commanded.
Rey cried out, clenching on the two cocks stuffed inside of her. Gushing all over them while her back curved. She saw white. Both twins fucked her faster in the wake of her release. Kylo seized up first, spilling into her and marking her shoulder with his teeth. Ben followed not long after.
Rey fell limp into the copious amounts of pillows as she watched the twins pull out of her. Cum stained her thighs. Kylo reached for his brother's cock, grasping it and licking off their shared cum before switching places and Ben licked off the cum on Kylo's cock. It made Rey's cunt throb at such a sight, even though she was exhausted from experiencing what amounted to three orgasms in the span of a few minutes.
Then the twins kissed each other, putting on a show for their queen. Stroking their hair and muscles, their idle thoughts of gratefulness that their precious little baby-making queen appreciated their taboo relationship.
They broke the kiss and turned to her, crawling up and cradling her on both sides. Rey kissed Ben first, then turned to kiss Kylo. Ben was more soft in his aggression, while Kylo gave no mercy in his kisses.
"Sweetheart," Ben adjusted the crown-wreath on her head, "Any decrees now that you're officially our queen?"
Rey yawned, sleepy. She gave her first decree.
I love you, she thought.
The Force preened with the twins' happiness.
"And…" Rey considered for a moment of how people did nothing as her once-owner visibly starved her and worked her to the bone. The mayor mocked her frail form on several occasions. How she would never be able to bear a child. "Burn down the mayor's manor of my old village. While he sleeps."
"That's my Rey," Kylo chuckled. "Anything you want."
Rey went to sleep, smiling and warm.
Finally, she belonged.