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The unyielding summer sun was baking the old, ocean-roughed wood of the ship, and a fair few of the crewmates. Captain Kylo Ren stood behind the sailing master, a position he’d held for quite a long while, a position he envied.
But there was no time for envy at the moment. There was work to be done. He pushed the momentary distraction out of his mind and focused on the navy ships in the distance.
The Imperial Navy was nothing to scoff at. The First Order had once been secretly part of it- the organization that Kylo Ren and his ship, the Amidala, belonged to. Once, the First Order was to become a new private fleet of nothing but profit for the Emperor. After Ren and his men had done away with their former captain, however, and Ren had taken over, the Empire had turned on them, painting them as nothing more than pesky pirates to the public.
And, in the past two years, they had been pirates- much more of a threat than the ‘pesky’ ones that the Imperial Navy was used to, though.
But the Amidala had been caught off guard. Kylo Ren was a very calculated man. He was very careful about who knew what, and when, and after all of the trouble they’d had when Snoke was still captain and not decaying at the bottom of the sea, his men knew it. His men trusted him. He not only had been one of them- he still was. It was why they kept him captain and no one else.
The sailing master had sold them out, probably for a paycheck.
“Men!” Kylo boomed, and while all tasks continued, the crew immediately began to pay attention. “We have a traitor in our midst. Who among you wishes they be dealt with?”
Booming, angry cheers.
“And who among you would like to risk our ship in order to wait for discussion.
Silence. The sailing master shuddered, knowing he was done for.
Kylo Ren drew his sword and pierced the man through the gut, carefully avoiding the steering wheel, ignoring the man’s screams. As soon as the sword was plunged, though, he knew it was fruitless to fight. He’d only hurt himself more. And Kylo Ren marched that man straight to plank and threw him off of it, pulling his sword clean.
“Onwards!” Kylo Ren roared, tossing his ship to the side for one of the littluns to clean; one grabbed it immediately and began to clean, and Kylo tousled the kid’s hair as he walked towards the steering wheel. “Rough waters ahead.”
~
Days later, they arrived at their destination. Kylo Ren did not find another man to man the wheel; he did it himself. If the sailing master’s betrayal had not been such a personal favor to Kylo Ren, he’d have made it hurt quite a bit more.
He missed sailing. It was difficult, back-breaking work for most people. For Kylo, it was becoming one with the sea, the only thing that had ever shown him any love at all.
Captain was a fine role to play. Kylo just preferred sailing master.
Not that it mattered, of course. His men- his ship- needed him. He’d be captain for as long as he kept his edge, for as long as they’d have him, because that was where he was needed.
The pirates in the First Order, and specifically, aboard the Amidala, were all that mattered to him now. As a boy, it had been his family- and a helluva lot of good that had done him. Then, it was the Navy of the Republic, where he’d fallen in love with the sea. And then he’d discovered just how rotten the Republic truly was. Then, it was the Imperial Navy, and the First Order.
When Snoke had proven to crooked, too greedy, Kylo and the crew of the Amidala had turned on him. The rest of the First Order had backed Ren. The Emperor- the Empire- had not.
Now, to Kylo, the only things that mattered were his ship, her crew, and their code.
It was all he had. All that he could rely on. All that he needed. All that he desired.
The crew, all freshly disguised in their civvies, wandered ashore. Most to pubs or brothels or wherever else they desired. The littluns roamed, too, running off in packs for safety, their many knives hidden in case someone thought to rob the children; they’d have it turned round on them. They weren’t allowed to steal ashore… Unless someone tried to rob them.
“We need a new sailing master, Captain,” Phasma said beside him. “As I’m sure you’re aware.”
“Yes,” Hux huffed. “As exceptional as your steering abilities are, Ren, we do need you more fully available.”
“I know,” Kylo said. They always fretted far too much. “Split off. You two know what you’re looking for, I trust?”
“Of course,” Hux said, stiffening.
“We have been on the Amidala as long as you, Ren,” Phasma said. “And I was a pirate long before either of you were.”
“Then why are you both still walking with me? Go.”
Hux gave the captain a steely look as Phasma just pursed her lips and wandered off; Hux departed shortly thereafter.
After looking for about three hours, something caught his eye.
He was standing at Niima Outpost, bartering for repair supplies and spare parts, when he saw- someone. Not clearly male, not clearly female, likely fairly young. Tall for a woman, short for a man. Curvy for a man, flat for a woman. A mess of brown hair in three buns. Half of their face covered. At first, he was just looking around to occupy his mind as Plutt’s underlings gathered and sorted what Ren needed. Then, however, the stranger stopped loading- strong, lithe muscles, impressive for a girl, feminine for a boy- and started riding around on the steam-powered bicycle, twisting and turning with ease and mastery.
It was a far cry from a sailing master, but it showed all of the skills needed to be one as the stranger rode around.
“What is that?”
“S’a bicycle, clearly,” Plutt said.
“The one riding it,” Ren said, very careful to keep his voice neutral. A rare thing for him, indeed.
“That’s Rey. Slave girl. Good at fixing things up- twenty galleons for an hour of her time, fifty for half the day, a hundred for the day, and five hundred for the week.”
Ren immediately set off for her, waving her down; she seemed deeply agitated by that, clearly not wanting to stop, but with a glance at Ren’s boots that were, admittedly, a bit too fancy for a place like Niima Outpost, or anywhere in the Jakku district, and a scowl at Plutt, she stopped the bike.
“Sir?” said the girl impassively.
Pirates did not welcome women onto their ship. Only Ren and Hux knew Phasma was a woman. And yet, here Ren was, considering getting not one woman, but a second one. “Do you like it here?”
Hazel eyes scowled at him. “Oh, yeah. S’fucking lovely. Nowhere else I’d rather be at all.”
Oh, she’d fit right in. Her voice was deep, too, for a girl. Ren glanced out at the Amidala, barely visible in the distance. “You like the ocean?”
“Yeah. Fuck off.”
“You ever dreamed of being a pirate, girl?”
Rey stopped fidgeting to give a distrustful glare. “That’s illegal, cunt.”
Ren put a hand on the wheel and leaned in; Rey snarled a wordless warning but stood her ground, even as her eyes flooded with half-concealed panic. “You gonna report me to the Imperial Stormtroopers?”
“No,” she spat. “Do I look like a fucking snitch?”
“You don’t look like much,” Ren snapped back, and she snarled again, the panic now fully faded. “You’re strong, though, and you’ve got skill with this wheel here, and you can fix things. I’ll buy out your contract and you’ll be a man aboard my ship- do try not to let the crew know what bits you’ve got. They’d be liable to toss you off the ship, and I’d hate to have to do away with them as punishment for that.”
“And why the hell would you do that?”
“You’ve got skill with the wheel, and we need a sailing master- a rare find, especially in a place like this.”
Rey scoffed, looking away, but she almost seemed sad, like a child who’d dropped their candy. “I’ve never sailed anything comparable to a pirate’s ship.”
But Kylo felt victorious, like the child who’d found the dropped candy. “But you’ve sailed a ship before? Not just rowed a canoe?”
“I’ve sailed some ships.”
“Then you’ve got a new job, girl, one better than loading up a bicycle and being rented out to fix things. Hard work, fair pay- split evenly amongst the crew. You got an issue, you take it up with the captain- that’s me- or risk dealing with it yourself. The others take issue with what you do, though, and you’ll be dealing with me.”
Rey looked back at Ren, distrustful once more, but not so angry, not so sad. “You’re asking me to be a pirate? And you’re buying me out of my contract?”
“Yes.”
“So, I’d be a slave on your ship, then.”
“No,” Ren said, and Rey frowned. “You want off? You help us find a new sailing master, and once they’re settled, you’re free to go.”
Rey’s eyes slowly started to gleam with something resembling hope. “And all I’d have to do is sail the ship?”
“Might call on you to help repair things sometimes, but for the most part, yes.”
“And I get paid just as the others? As the men?”
“Yes.”
Rey looked at Kylo in wide wonder. “O-okay.”
“Don’t let them know you’ve got a cunt. S’more of a headache than it’s worth.”
Rey nodded enthusiastically, and Kylo headed back towards Plutt. “How much for the girl?”
Plutt started to repeat what he’d said before.
“No, sir. How much to get the girl for good?”
Plutt looked over at Kylo, then eyed him. “She makes me good money, sir.”
“Name the price.”
And they bartered for a long time. The First Order paid their dues within a week at max, and their rep was good enough that even the shadier traders trusted them for that. Ren gave him some spoils from their victory against the Imperial Navy to tide him over and promised him far more than the girl was worth, but for the wait, it was a fair enough deal.
“All that for a little scrawny virgin,” Plutt muttered, eyeing his spoils with glee. “She won’t be very good. Nearly killed the men who try her.”
Kylo didn’t waste his breath changing the man’s mind, just waved Rey over and got her to help him with his goods. They brought it onto the ship together, and Ren directed her right back off the ship. He ushered her into a shop to get her new clothes-
“You just said not to let them know what bits I’ve got,” Rey argued as he perused the men’s clothes. “Men wear women’s clothes.”
“I’m not your keeper,” Kylo said. “But if you kill a man for groping you, the others will get pissed. Captain or not, there’s only so much I can do.”
“Bullshit,” Rey said. “You’re the captain- you’re in charge.”
“No,” Kylo said. “We killed our last captain for that shit. And I’m telling you, there’s only so much I can do.”
Rey stuck her hand in front of the fan and it pressed her sleeve up-
Kylo groaned at the scent. “And you’re an omega?”
“Dunno.”
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen.”
“Supposed to have presented years ago- and you smell like an omega.”
“Guess I’m an omega, then,” Rey said, as if she could not care less.
Kylo grabbed the back of her shirt and dragged her closer. “You ought to listen to me,” he snarled in her ear. “Unless you’d like for one of the men to go feral and bite that neck of yours.”
“Sod off,” Rey hissed, squirming free. She scowled at the men’s clothes, then picked out an outfit- and another.
Kylo had not been intending to buy the girl a whole wardrobe, but at least she was listening. “Most of the crew are betas,” he said. “But we’ve got a few alphas and omegas as well. You’ll keep those scent glands hidden- your wrists and your neck- and if you go into heat, you’ll be stowed away in my cabin. Got it?”
Rey glared at him in distrust.
“I won’t touch you. Won’t even go in, not when you’re in heat. Sealife’s difficult without a fuckin’ rut to worry about.”
Rey relaxed a little, then gathered her three outfits close to her chest. “I eat a lot.”
“Better learn to be good at your job, then, or you’ll be fishing and catching turtles to get by.”
Rey scowled, but she seemed more annoyed than angered. “I’m good at fixing things. Making things better when they aren’t even broken.”
“Yeah? Good.”
Rey looked over in curiosity. “Are you an alpha?”
“Yes,” he grumbled. So, she must have been a slave for a long time, if no one even bothered to tell her about that. He’d see if Phasma’d be willing to have a talk with her, tell Rey about herself. After Kylo bought her the clothing, he ushered her into the changing room. “Hurry,” he said.
“Get out.”
Kylo stiffened, then looked over at her. “I’m not leaving an omega to get naked alone. You seem like you’ve been in Jakku for a while. That’s not a good fucking idea.”
“And it’s better to have some strange alpha who just paid certainly too much for me breathing down my neck when I get naked?”
Kylo shoved her up against the wall, pinning her arms. She fought valiantly, but Kylo could tell she was underfed, underwatered, and her muscles were deteriorating from improper use. If not, then hell, even at her size she’d have been difficult for Kylo. “I said I won’t touch you,” he snarled. “But if you keep treating me like I will- hell, I’d hate to leave you wrong. So you’ll trust me, or you’ll pay the consequences.”
“Fuck you,” Rey snapped in fuming hatred.
“Now, when I let you go, what are you going to do?”
Rey snarled, gave one last attempt at escape, and slumped into the wall. “Get changed,” she hissed through clenched teeth.
“There you go.” Kylo let her go, and she began stripping as if her clothing had wronged her. He stared impassively at the ground, leaning against the entrance, as her scent washed over him.
Like dandelions and moss, he decided, and nutrient-rich soil. Like young, green sproutlings and sun shining through leaves.
She also smelled dirty, unwashed, but it was not as offensive a smell as he was used to living on a ship home to more than a few wildly unclean men.
He closed his eyes. It had been a long time since he’d truly caught the scent of an omega. He savored it.
When Rey was dressed, he tossed out her old clothes and made sure her scent glands were so covered he could barely catch her scent, and could not readily tell that she was an omega. She looked truly androgynous now, shapless and hidden, if ever lithe. He messed with her hair, too, and pulled a hat onto it, and then, they were off.
He found Hux and Phasma in a pub, studying the patrons.
“He needs to be trained,” Kylo said as he pointed to the booth, and she scooted in next to Phasma, eyeing her warily. “But he’s got other skills, too,”
“He?” Phasma barely breathed.
“As far as the others are concerned,” Kylo said.
“What’s your name?” Phasma asked her.
“Rey.”
“Good,” Phasma said. Then, blue eyes met hazel. “I’m like you, boy.”
Rey eyed Phasma with curiosity. “Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Rey’s an omega,” Ren said as he slid in next to Hux. The ginger stiffened.
“We’ve got enough problems and enough omegas-” he started.
“Eat shit, Hux,” Kylo said.
Phasma was eyeing Rey, now, as Rey glared at Hux. “Are you even old enough to have presented?” Phasma asked.
Rey glared up at her. “I’m nineteen,” she said defensively.
“Underfed and underwatered,” Phasma tutted, poking Rey. Rey scowled and pulled away, sitting on the edge of the booth.
“Well, if there’s anyone who properly feeds their slaves, they’re not from around here.”
Rey slowly adjusted to Phasma and Hux as the hours passed. Kylo even bought her a few pints. When it was time to board the ship again, Rey stayed close to Kylo, who was perfectly fine catching her scent about as much as possible. “Men!” Kylo said once they’d all gathered. “New crew. His name’s Rey. He’s an omega. Touch him and you’re off. Force him and you’re dead. Sailing master in training. Am I understood?”
Agreement, as well as a bit of jokes that Rey did not seem to appreciate. Luckily, she was smart enough to keep her mouth closed. When they were ready to go, Kylo led her to the wheel and got to work training.
~
As hours turned to days and days to weeks, Kylo discovered that the little omega girl was quite smart, quite quick on the draw and quick on her feet, her small hands agile and adept. She earned her share right from the get go, fixing up everything without needing to be asked, and she spent a good portion of her pay on spare parts to make everything unbroken run better. Beyond that, she was able to steer the ship entirely alone on clear waters right from the get-go, and needed less and less help as time went on.
And she was so eager to please, too. As soon as she’d finished a repair, or gotten them over particularly troublesome water, she’d run right up to Kylo and tell him about it. She spent most of her free time following him around, and if he was busy or doing something she found boring, she’d run up to Phasma instead.
She was overactive, too, as if she just had too much energy. She’d bounce and twitch and tap and rock constantly, even as she fell asleep, even as she did sleep- she’d complained about her sleeping arrangements so much that Kylo had just glared at her and pointed to a stack of blankets in his cabin, and she now slept in a pile of them on the ground at the foot of his bed, tucked out of sight by the desk beside her. If she didn’t look so cute curled up like a dog on her bed, and if he wasn’t half certain she’d think he was propositioning her, he’d have invited her onto the end of his bed.
“Are you ever planning on buying a sword, boy?” Ushar asked her at dinner one evening, almost two months into her stay on the Amidala.
Rey looked up from the food she was shovelling into her mouth. “I’ve got knives.”
“Knives are for the littluns,” Ushar said. “You ought to give them back. Unless you’d like to be a littlun yourself? Small enough.”
Rey scowled. “I’m an adult.”
“Sure, boy. You look like a twelve year old girl.”
Rey looked over at Kylo as if she expected him to help, as she so often did. “Get a sword, Rey,” Kylo said.
“I dunno how to use one!”
Snickering.
“I’ll show you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Captain’s got a new breeding bitch,” someone snickered. “Just gotta show him a few more tricks. Mark my words.”
“Watch yourself, Trudgen,” Kylo warned as Rey searched the crew for whoever had dared to say a thing like that. “I’ll let him slice out your tongue.”
“Like he could.”
“He’s got knives.”
“You telling me you wouldn’t fuck that?” Vicrul asked.
“No, I’m not,” Kylo said.
Snickering. Rey kicked his knee.
Kylo got to his feet and the crew fell silent. He looked down at Rey, but she raised her chin in defiance. “Don’t say that sort of thing and I won’t kick you. You earned it.”
“On your feet, boy ,” was all Kylo said.
“No.”
The silence grew tense with anticipation as Kylo calmly stalked around towards her. Rey took one more heaping bite of food before Kylo dragged her by her shirt to her feet. He snarled into her ear. “You just wait, Rey. Keep pissing me off. First heat you have, you’ll be claimed. By… Someone . Being my mate’s hardly a punishment.”
Rey shuddered. “I’d never bite back.”
“You’ve never had a heat before,” he snarled, digging his fingers into her hip, and she snarled and fought, only getting herself pressed into him for her efforts. “All pent up. You’ll go feral the first few times- trust me, Rey. You’d bite back.”
Rey had made enough comments and mistakes to know how to appease Kylo enough to get him to let her go. She grew limp and twisted a little in his arms, letting herself fall fully against him. He never made her apologize in front of the crew, and she didn’t mess up gravely enough in private for him to make her beg.
Yet.
Kylo let her go. “Good little omega.”
Rey scowled; she didn’t like being called that. Maybe she shouldn’t act like one, then. Kylo made his way back to his seat, his cock hard and knot throbbing.
He was playing with fire. At this rate, he’d rut the moment she started going into heat. He was all pent up, too, though. And around her, it was harder to ignore the alpha instincts than it had been since he was still with the Republic.
After dinner, Rey went straight to his cabin, which was unusual. He made sure she wouldn’t be missed anywhere, then ducked into the cabin after her.
She was sitting on his bed as she often did when she was waiting for him, but she never waited for him after he’d pissed her off. She was scowling at her folded legs, clearly still cross from his reaction, but she was still sitting cross-legged on his bed, waiting for him.
“What happens if I go into heat?” she asked.
“You’ll stay in here. I’ll take up a bed in the sleeping quarters. I’ll send someone in to make sure you’re fed and watered.”
“The other omegas have their own room.”
“You’ve got a cunt, Rey. You’re not going in there with them. Not in heat at all times. They’d smell you- they’d know. And in heat, you’d be too preoccupied to stop any of them. Besides, they let the alphas come in and fuck them. You’d get yourself bitten.”
“You haven’t gone in, not once.”
“No, I haven’t.”
Rey looked over at him in suspicious curiosity. “Why?”
“Don’t want to.”
“Why?”
Kylo glared at her. She was worse than the littluns. “You talk to Phasma about this yet?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Don’t want to,” she said in a half-mocking tone, and he dragged her up by her hair-
She went limp immediately, falling into him and spinning a little. That was a first. He wrenched down her scarf and was immediately assaulted by her scent- he leaned in, savoring it.
“You’re no farther than a week off from heat, probably closer,” he said.
“You can tell?”
“Yes.”
She gently guided his hand down so he wasn’t pulling her hair so roughly. “I’ve heard heat is hell.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Are any of the omegas trustworthy?”
Kylo scoffed. “Not on this ship. We’ve got a bad batch.”
“Is that why you don’t visit them?”
“Sure.”
“Am I trustworthy?”
He set her down. “Yes, Rey.”
“Will you visit me?”
Her voice was so small, so sweet. Higher than usual. She was tentatively asking him to come and visit her- to come and fuck her. “No, Rey. I’d bite you.”
Rey scowled. “Don’t.”
“That’s why I’m not visiting.”
“You can visit me without biting!”
“No, I can’t.” Kylo gave her a stern look, but he let himself shine through a bit. She relaxed a bit, bouncing gently on her boots.
“You couldn’t be around me in heat and not bite me? Couldn’t stop yourself?”
“Right.”
“Do you ever fuck anyone?”
Kylo tensed. “Sometimes.”
“You haven’t. Not since I’ve come around.”
“Yes, I have.”
Rey scowled, and his alpha instict roared up- omega wants it. “When?” Rey’s voice was as cold as ice, as hard as steel.
“Last week, at Takodana’s.”
“Why?”
“Because I was horny, Rey.”
Rey bounced with more vigor, frowning. Kylo watched her, studying her face. “I-”
“Talk to Phasma.”
“I don’t want to talk to Phasma,” Rey grumbled. “I want to talk to you . Phasma pokes me too much. Teases me.”
“I tease you.”
“Not the same way.”
Kylo heaved a sigh and sat down, pulling his boots off. “Stop hovering, Rey. Sit.”
Rey sat and kicked off her own boots, tucking her feet under her. “What happens when you get bit? I know it’s bad. That’s about all I’ve gathered.”
Kylo looked over at her, momentarily stunned. She didn’t even know about mating bites? “It’s not ‘bad’, Rey.”
“You threaten me with it.”
“It’d be bad to do with anyone on this ship, but it’s not inherently bad.”
“Why?”
Kylo sat back, leaning against the wall, flicking away a spider. “You know what a mate is?”
“No.”
Kylo ground his teeth together. He didn’t even know where to start. “Okay. Alphas, betas, and omegas,” he said.
“Mhm.”
“Alphas prefer omegas, generally, and vice versa. No one minds a beta, generally, but they tend to prefer one another. Not hard and fast rules at all.”
“Okay.”
“Alphas have instincts to provide, care for, protect. Generally, we’re dominant. Stuff like that.”
“I’ve gathered,” Rey muttered.
“I’ll be honest with you- I don’t know jack nor shit about betas.”
Rey grinned in amusement at that. “Okay.”
“Betas have instincts to… Help, I suppose. I’m not one, so it’s harder to find the words, I guess. Generally, you’re submissive- and no, Rey, that doesn’t mean ‘weak’, so wipe that scowl off your face.”
“Submissive is weak,” Rey hissed.
“You submit to me all of the time.”
“Yeah- when you dangle me by my hair! You’re bigger than I am. And you’re the captain, and everyone listens to you.”
Kylo met her eyes. “Not just when I dangle you by your hair or your collar. All the time. You’re a good girl- you’re not weak, are you?”
Rey didn’t seem to follow. “Compared to you.”
“No, we do different things. Like- you love to go down and fix things, make them better. You’re helping. Spending your time and your own money to help the ship, the crew, and me. That’s not weak, is it?”
Rey thought for a moment, then shrugged and nodded.
“You seem to have a very particular, strict definition of ‘submitting’, ‘submissive’. And it seems to boil down to little more than quitting. I guess by that definition, it is weak, but that’s not at all the bulk of what you do, now, is it, Rey?”
“No,” Rey agreed softly.
Kylo tousled her hair, something she liked a lot more than even the littluns. She leaned in and he scratched his gloved fingers against her scalp gently.
She didn’t used to like it, and he’d done it mostly just to annoy her, rub it in when she was annoying him, too. Now that she’d begun to relax a lot more around him, and she liked it, he did it out of genuine reassurance.
“Mating is like marriage- you know what that is, right?”
Rey nodded.
“It’s supposed to be lifelong, and it’s difficult to break. Alphas and omegas are mostly the ones who do it- betas don’t generally bother with it, because it can be painful for them without the special pheromones that alphas and omegas have, and because marraige gets the job done just fine. Binds two people together. With someone like most of the assholes on this ship, that’d suck. And to break it, you have to be away from them for about a year- a year wherein you’re itching for them, and that can be quite difficult, or so I’ve been told.”
“Binds them together?” Rey prompted with curiosity. “Why?”
Kylo shrugged. “Why do people get married?”
“Tax benefits. Children. Love, or something. I dunno.”
“Well- there you go. And… Companionship, I guess. To have someone so fully.”
“Companionship,” Rey repeated softly, seeming to mull that over in her mind. She ran fingers over her legs. “Like having a best friend?”
Kylo gave a laugh, and Rey gave him the same look she always did when he laughed- bright, slightly confused eyes that blinked three times, and a small, airy smile, like his laugh was some rare curiosity she had not been expecting. “I guess.”
Rey shifted closer, her knee touching his thigh. “What’s heat like?”
“Ah… I gather it’s a bit painful- achy. Omegas get whiny, desperate. Lonely. Don’t see it much.”
Rey was looking down, clearly displeased with the answer. “And you’re going to pen me up in here, alone.”
Kylo sighed. “I’m looking after you, Rey, by ‘penning you up alone’.”
“I don’t want to be alone. I’ve always been alone.” Her voice was solid, quiet, and almost ashamed. Her eyes were locked on her feet as she trailed fingers over one. And she looked so melancholic.
The poor girl needed a mate. She was the type who’d not be content without one. Kylo looked at the door, trying to consider some of the less obnoxious alphas, but his brain refused to even consider the thought of Rey- his little prodigy, the sweet little omega that curled up beneath his feet every night, who smelled like the light of spring- being mated by anyone at all.
Except for him. He wasn’t an option, though.
Mine , his brain snarled as he looked at her. My little omega. Mine. Mine.
“You’re alone, too,” Rey barely breathed. “I can feel it.”
“I’m unmated,” he said.
“No. Alone. Lonely. All the time. When no one’s around you, you’re always looking around for me. And you always look over at me, even if Phasma or Hux is with you.”
Kylo pursed his lips. “You’re an omega. Alpha instinct to look after you. I get itchy when you’re not busy, not content.”
Rey perked right up at that. “But you don’t give a toss about the other omegas.”
“They’re annoying. They’ve got alphas looking out for them, anyway- I look after the new ones before they find someone.”
Rey did not like that. Her brow knitted. “I want you to look after me.”
His alpha very much liked that. “And I do, don’t I?”
“Yes. You tell me I’m annoying, but you look after me.”
“You are annoying.”
“And you look after me, anyway! Even when I’m with Phasma or Hux!”
“Yeah, I do.”
Rey bounced eagerly on the bed, letting her hands tap over his shin. “Exactly! You already look after me and stuff. We could be best friends, and mates, and then we won’t be alone.”
Claim her. Now. Before she changes her mind. “You don’t-”
“Stop it,” Rey pouted- he’d never seen her pout before. Not really. She whined occasionally, but she’d never pouted. And he’d be damned if it wasn’t a good look. “Just do it! You talk about it all the time! When I don’t want to listen, you threaten to bite me and make me listen. When I’m being annoying, you tell me you’ll bite me so you’ll ‘get something out of it, at least’. So, just bite me!”
Kylo grabbed her shirt and dragged her closer, meeting her almost desperate eyes with a stern look. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Rey.”
“You’d fuck me, or whatever. Breed me. And we’d be bonded and we’d itch for each other and we’d be stuck together.”
She didn’t seem very fond of the idea of fucking generally- seemed outright reviled by the concept- but she said it as if it was nothing. She seemed to long for the bonding, the itching, the stuck together. He dragged her even closer, until she was all but in his lap. “I’d fuck you every night,” he said, and he felt disgusting, but it was true. The moment he sunk his teeth into her, his careful grip on restraint would loosen entirely. “Knot you- for hours every night, I’d have my cock buried in whichever hole I so pleased. You’d get fucked full of come every single night. Before long, you’d get pregnant. Over and over. Sure, the daytime would be largely the same. But every single night, I’d fuck you silly. And there’d be no hiding your scent anymore, because there’s not a chance in hell I’d be content to barely catch whispers of that pretty fucking scent. Everyone would know you’re the captain’s breeding bitch, and every night, I’d make sure you knew it, too.”
Rey was squirming, but not trying to get away. She looked so confused- so berated, so interested, and so very conflicted. “Spend my heat with me,” she whimpered. “Show me what it’s like. If I like it, then bite me.”
“There’s not a chance in hell I’d be able to stop myself from biting you, Rey.”
“Then fuck me tonight!” she said, too loud, but she didn’t seem to care. “I’m not in heat yet. Fuck me tonight and we’ll see if I can take it!”
And it took every last ounce of strength he had not to shove her back on the bed and drive his cock into her cunt. He took a few moments to make sure he was able to remain composed, and then, he dragged her into his lap. “You going to be a good little girl for me, Rey?”
“Yes,” she said eagerly, nodding, leaning in closer. She looked so breathless, mindless all of a sudden, and again, it took everything Kylo had not to knot her on the spot. He was throbbing in his trousers now, knot already threatening to inflate.
“You go out and you find Phasma. And you talk to her. Then, you find Hux and you talk to him- about mating and being a mate and alphas and omegas, and most importantly, about fucking. Am I understood?”
She whined and squirmed, but it was more an empty temper tantrum than trying to get away. That was new, too. Had to be her rapidly approaching heat. “Yes.”
He let go of her, and she headed towards the door- he grabbed her and tucked her scent glands away. “Mine,” he snarled despite himself. She whimpered in response, eyes lighting up. Once she was covered, he sent her on her way.
When she was gone, he sat back to crank one out before she returned, knowing full well she was going to test his composure again.
He’d regret bringing her on, buying her out, if she was not the sweetest little headache to have.
She came back in, dragging her feet. He sat up, alarmed. He could smell her so clearly- and something was wrong. “What-?”
Rey sniffled. Kylo was on his feet in a moment, and she leaned back into the wall, looking up at him. Her eyes were red and watery. “S’fine,” she grumbled.
“What happened?” he snarled, gripping the wall around her as if it were the only thing keeping him from marching out there and flaying both Phasma and Hux without so much as a question- and it very well may have been.
“You said the days would be the same,” Rey said, looking down.
“Yes. They would.”
“Well, Hux did not seem to think so.”
“Fuck Hux. The days aren’t the problem, Rey. The fucking is.”
Rey scowled. “I told you. Fuck me. Show me.”
“Wipe away that scowl,” Kylo snarled. “And tell me why you’re crying, or everyone on that deck is going to meet an untimely death.”
Rey rested her forehead on his chest and Kylo closed his eyes, momentarily calmed by the touch. “I hate Trudgen.”
“Why?”
“He’s a cunt.”
“What did he do?”
“He was being a cunt.”
“What. Did. He. Do?”
“He’s not got a very high opinion of omegas-” Rey gumbled.
Kylo, disatisfied with her answers, just dragged her off of the door and cast her towards the bed.
“What are you-?”
“Stay, omega. Or you’re not getting fucked, or mated, and you’ll spend every heat very much alone.”
With that, Kylo left his cabin and began stalking straight towards Trudgen, who was standing with Ushar, Vicrul, and Kuruk.
“What’d you do to him?” Kylo demanded.
Trudgen looked over, stiffening at the look on Kylo’s face. “I just- just teased him. Jeez.”
Kylo grabbed him by the collar and shook him. “Teased him, yeah?”
“Yes,” Trudgen snapped, looking over at the men beside him, but they had not made up their minds yet. Trudgen looked back at Kylo. “Told him if he was so curious about fucking, I’d be more than happy to show him. Stuff like that.”
“Touch him?”
“No- I… I swatted his ass. Barely.”
Kylo shook him, then shoved him back. “You touch him again, I’ll break every fucking bone in both of your arms, one by one.”
“Simmer down, alpha,” said Cardo.
“I will,” Kylo spat, eyes still locked on Trudgen. “As long as no one touches the omega I like enough to keep in my cabin with me. Got it? I found him. He’s mine.”
“Got it,” Trudgen said.
“Good.” Kylo spun again.
“Fucking ridiculous,” Trudgen muttered.
“Look,” Vicrul said. “I’d have broken your arms for touching him in the first place. A warning’s more than fair.”
“Yeah, dumbass. Kylo’s clearly all but claimed the little thing.” Ushar added.
Kylo headed back into the cabin to find Rey laying on the bed, her head at the feet, feet tucked beneath a pillow.
“He didn’t even do anything,” Rey grumbled.
“He touched your ass.”
“So do you.”
“Yeah? You’re mine.”
“I’m yours?” Rey echoed, half needy, half offended.
“You don’t see any other omegas tucked into my cabin, do you? And you don’t exactly run around looking for other alphas to curl up near. And I’d sure fucking hope you don’t run around asking the other ones to bite you, either.”
“ No ,” Rey said with a frown.
“You’re mine, Rey, and you don’t have to get bitten to know that, do you?”
Rey sat up to scowl at Kylo, but before he could chastise her, she spoke. “I don’t want a babysitter until some alpha comes along who isn’t too scared to bite me,” she said. “I want a mate. I want to not be alone. I want you .”
Kylo took several quick steps closer, and she whimpered, panic entering her eyes- but she lifted up onto her knees, chin raising in defiance to say without words that she stood by what she’d said even in fear. Kylo dragged her up closer by her collar. “You think I’m scared to bite you? Do you? Answer me, you fucking-”
“Yes,” Rey said breathlessly, as if she couldn’t believe the word was passing through her lips.
Kylo let go of her shirt only to grab her jaw instead, parting her lips with ease, staring down at her pretty face. She’d filled out since she’d arrived; she looked more womanly than ever, more feminine. “I am,” he said, and her eyes widened a little. “Because if I bit you and you changed your mind, I’d absolutely lose mine.”
Rey whimpered, leaning full into Kylo’s chest. “I would never change my mind. Not about you.”
And her words were like salve on a wound he did not know he had. He pulled her with a fierce strength into him, revelling in her touch. “You want me to fuck you? You want me to show you what you’ll get every night, if you want this?”
“Yes,” she breathed, nodding into him.
Kylo put his hands under her armpits and tossed her more fully onto the bed. “Undress. We’ll fuck every night until your heat. I’ll start slow for you, sweet, and by the time your heat rolls around, you’ll know what it’ll be like later.”
“I want it like that now,” Rey said.
“No. You’re a virgin. I’d fucking break you.”
Rey shuddered at that, then peeled off her clothing, tossing them haphazardly to the side. “How?”
“You’ll see.” Kylo began to undress, too, but unlike her, he set his clothes on the desk. “And you’ll have to learn to stop making such a big fucking mess.”
Rey pouted, but to his surprise, she got up and gathered her mess, tossing it instead near her little nest of blankets. “Better?”
“Not good. Better.”
When they were both bare, and her scent flooded the cabin like a focused assault on his senses, he turned to look at her, taking her in all at once for the first time.
Still lithe. Still strong. There was the faintest little pouch on her stomach, though, not so much fat as a little cushion every omega had for child-rearing purposes, and her breasts were small and perky, her raspberry-colored nipples fat and large, areola small and cute. She had a mess of chestnut curls at the apex of her legs, her slit visible between her slightly parted legs.
Her hazel eyes were taking him in almost greedily. Her pouty lips parted as she stared at his erection specifically, already at full mast. He walked closer, and she let out a faint whimper.
“I’d break you, Rey, if I fucked you nice and rough tonight. Rip you in two.”
Rey shuddered, then nodded, staring longingly at his cock. Kylo gripped himself- after his jacking off earlier, it would take him quite a bit to come, anyway. He hoped it wouldn’t be too much for her; he planned on giving it to her slow and sweet. He’d find the strength to stop if she couldn’t take it; he’d forge it out of naught if he didn’t have enough strength. Somehow, someway, he’d make sure she was alright, always.
“Turn around.”
Rey obediently turned, and Kylo immediately gripped her hip, looking down at her plump ass- the perfect mix of fat and muscle. Round and soft and firm, shaped perfectly, and sized perfectly for her tiny little frame. It was true enough that he usually preferred his girls bigger, more plump, but Rey was utterly perfect- and, more importantly, she was utterly Rey.
He slapped her gently, but she still winced at the blow. “This is mine to strike, isn’t it, Rey?”
“Yes,” she breathed softly.
“That’s right, sweetheart.”
She keened at that, sinking into him. “Like that,” she breathed.
“Yeah? Are you my sweetheart?”
She nodded, flushing. “Your sweetheart.”
He leaned down, wrapping his arms around her, pressing his face into her scent gland, and she keened again. “And you’re such a little sweetheart, aren’t you, Rey? Following after me all the time, running up to me for praise for a job well done. That’s all the payment you really need , isn’t it, Rey? And food, of course. The rest of the money you just put back into my ship for me.”
Rey had flushed darker with each word, squirming, pressing back into him. “Yes,” she breathed. “Helping you and your ship.”
“Such a sweetheart. Such a good little omega for me, aren’t you?”
She nodded, pulling his hand from her thigh to wrap it around her waist. “Good to me,” she said.
“Am I?”
“Yes. You take care of me.”
He pressed kisses into her scent gland and she cooed in delight. “I do.”
“And you’re so nice to me. And mean to me, but- it’s different from the others.”
“You like it when I’m mean to you, sweetheart?”
“Uh-huh. Like it when you dangle me by my hair, or my shirt.”
Kylo chuckled into her skin. “Oh, is that it? You annoy me on purpose?”
“Yes.”
Kylo bent her over the bed and she gasped; he pressed into her, running his hands along the curves of her muscular back. “Naughty little omega. You want something, you ask for it, and I’ll be more than happy to drag you around by your hair. You’re going to start behaving more, aren’t you? And asking for me to tease you when you want it?”
Rey flushed again and nodded. “Sometimes, it’s on accident,” she whimpered.
“I’m sure it is.” His fingers wandered slowly to her slit, and he inhaled sharply; she was already wet. “Look at that, slut,” he said. “Wet for me already.”
“Wet?” she asked.
He chuckled darkly. “I bet you’re wet for me all the time, if you like being dragged around by your hair so much.”
Rey squirmed a bit. “Think about you all the time,” she breathed.
“Yeah? I bet you dream about me, too. Long for me to take care of you .”
“I dream about you fucking me sometimes,” Rey whimpered, squirming, her voice clearly searching for validation.
Kylo shuddered and leaned over her, wrapping his arms around her. “Is that so, sweetheart?” He could think of absolutely nothing but hearing exactly what the naive little omega dreamed of him doing to her.
“Yeah,” she said, pressing back into him, holding onto his arms as if he might let her go if she didn’t.
“What does that look like, sweetheart?”
“Like this,” Rey breathed. “I can’t… It’s just- it’s a lot like this. But different.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He pressed kisses into her shoulder. “You dream of me bending you over and fucking you from behind?”
She nodded. “Sometimes, you’re holding me. On top of me, whispering in my ear.”
“And what do I say?”
“You tease me. Tell me I should be so lucky to have you on me, in me. Tell me how beautiful I look.”
Kylo pressed his lips into her ear for a few kisses before speaking. “You do look beautiful, Rey. I’m glad you know that.”
Rey flushed again. “I’ve never been allowed to look beautiful,” she breathed. “Only the whores were allowed to. And I wasn’t going to do that.”
That earned her a few more impassioned kisses. “You always look beautiful, even dirty and baked in the Jakku heat. But if you want an occassion to get all dolled up for, I’ll make one for you, sweetheart.”
Rey beamed beneath him. “So good to me,” she cooed. “I am lucky to have you on me.”
He bit her ear. “We’ll see if you still think that with my knot trapped in that pretty little cunt.”
“Knot?”
He bit her again. “We’re going to have fun, sweetheart. Might just flip you around so I can watch you as you see what it’s like to get fucked.” He’d told her to ask two different people about fucking; he’d given her opportunity to learn. And she seemed more than content to be shown rather than told.
She rolled over, careful to keep in place beneath him, and slowly, instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He leaned forward, humping through her arousal-covered slit, working her up and getting him properly lubricated for him. She moaned and shivered; she whined and nodded when his cock ground into her clit. “I like it,” she coos. “I like getting fucked.”
He laughed despite himself, but tried to keep the snickering edge out of the sound. “I’m not fucking you yet, sweetheart. Poor little thing. They didn’t teach you anything, did they?”
“No- oo .”
He wrapped his arms around her, pressing kisses into her cheek, sideburn, ear. “You dream about me holding you like this, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“Just like this?”
“Uh-huh.”
He kissed her scent glands again and she let out a positively divine sound.
“Love it. Love this. Love this.”
He angled himself to stroke more fully against her clit. “I bet you do. You’re cunt’s all soaked for me, sweetheart. I bet this is the best you’ve ever felt.”
She gave a vehement nod.
“Well- you’re gonna love this fuck. I promise you that, sweetheart. Even if you don’t like it how I’ll usually give it to you, you’ll love tonight.”
“So sweet to me,” Rey whimpered, sounding near tears all of a sudden. She clutched him tightly, dragging his upper body more fully against her. “Keep you. Keep me. Take me. Love anything you’ll give me. I know it.”
He snarled in her ear. “You’re so wet, sweetheart. Almost ready for me. You want it? Want me to fuck you until you’re begging me not to stop, never to stop?”
“Yes!”
“Want me to keep rubbing that clit with my fingers, maybe play with those pretty little tits? Want me to kiss you so sweetly?”
“Yes! I do! Please!”
“Such a good girl. You’re being submissive right now, Rey- and anything but weak. And when I fuck you, and you take it so rough and mean, that’s submissive, too- but not weak. That strong, submissive little body is anything but weak. Isn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Strong. Strong and submissive.”
“Good girl. Good little omega.”
With that, he notched at her entrance and her eyes widened as she gasped. “There,” she said suddenly. “That’s where you fuck me.”
“Exactly, baby. That’s your cunt. Been rubbing up against your slit until now.”
Rey looked down. “And… My clit? The thing that felt so good?”
“Yes, sweetheart,” he said, and reached down to rapidly, gently flick her clit. She cried out and tensed, nodding. “This is your clit, Rey.”
“Love it. Love it!”
“That’s right, baby. I know you love it when I play with your clit. I know you’re going to have a lot more dreams about this, aren’t you?”
“Yes!”
He kissed her deeply, slowly easing into her cunt, stretching her out bit by bit. He should have used his fingers first, but despite the lackluster handjob, he was itching to be inside of her. So he watched her face to make sure she did not get anything she couldn’t handle.
And her submissive body was certainly strong. She took him so well, moaning and clenching up, but he still slipped in with ease after he slowly worked the head of his cock in. Her walls felt like pure silken velvet around him, covered in her thick, honey-like arousal. He grunted into her ear and barely resisted the urge to slam as far into her as he could get.
She took half of him with ease. She took him to the knot with ease. And then, she took his still-calm knot with ease, too.
A first. Most girls could barely get to the knot in the first place- in the cunt. He had a much easier time in the ass. And he shuddered and pressed into her, resisting the urge to grind his head as roughly into her cervix as humanly possible, because she needed it sweet this time. He needed her first time to be sweet. Needed to give her at least one fuck she’d never be able to forget, even if someone else mated with her.
That’s it. His brain could manage to angrily assess the possibility of her being with someone else, if and only if he was aggressively cucking him the entire time.
And Rey was his pretty, perfect little sweetheart. She’d let him. She’d dream about him on purpose, too.
“Mine,” Kylo growled.
“Yours,” Rey agreed wholeheartedly. “And you’re mine. My alpha.”
He snarled into her ear wordlessly, then flicked his tongue along the rim. She tasted like sweat and the sea.
“More,” she begged. “More, please. Need it. Need more.”
Of course she’d adjusted so quickly. She was nothing if not strong- absolutely nothing. Strong before submissive, too. “Yeah? Need more of your alpha’s cock?”
“Yes!” she crooned as he rocked out of her and rolled back in. “Oh, o-oh… Oh!”
And then he could focus on nothing but her cool, lithe body pressing up into him, the feel of her heated, velvet walls begging for his knot, his come, and the sweet little sounds his breeding bitch was making for him. He couldn’t even see anymore, senses too overwhelmed by the scent and the feel and the sounds.
“More,” she begged several long minutes later. “More, please!”
Of course she wanted more. Of course she wasn’t content to sweet lovemaking. His perfect little omega wanted to get fucked, hard . He slammed into her with renewed vigor, picking up the pace, and her suprised gasp quickly turned to vehement moans, which quickly turned to out-and-out screaming, begging for him, crying out his name in ecstasy. He didn’t stop his assault on her clit for a moment.
And everyone on that fucking ship was going to hear her being fucked like a good little breeding bitch. “Such a good fucking slut for me, aren’t you?”
She nodded. “Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!” She came then, a fiery explosion as her cunt clamped down on him, begging for come, and he shuddered and gripped her so hard she was going to bruise.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Fucking take it. Lay there like a good bitch and take my fucking cock. Gonna knot you soon, Rey. Gonna fucking flood you with seed.”
“A-ah- oh- yes! Yes!” Rey was digging her nails in, drawing blood, scraping his back open, and the pain just made him plow harder into her, any notion of slow or sweet entirely absent from his mind.
“Fucking love it, don’t you, Rey?”
“Yes! I love it! I love it!”
He bit her shoulder to keep from delivering a mating bite, but it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He wanted her throat under his teeth. He wanted to make her irrevocably his, forever. And she came again, letting out sinful, unholy sounds, squirming almost violently in his arms.
“Yes! Fuck! ”
He stopped circling her clit, not wanting to give her too much. If she wanted more, she’d ask.
As his knot began to swell, he ground the head of his cock into the deepest part of her sweet cunt, groaning as she tightened up around him. “Gonna be so fucking full, sweetheart, take every drop, every fucking last bit,” he growled, only semi-intelligible, as he felt his cock start pumping come into her. “Perfect little cunt. Perfect girl, Rey. Sweet little omega. Take it. Take all of my fucking seed- wanna see that belly swell for me. Fuck.”
He didn’t stop grinding, thrusting into her even as he couldn’t pull out. He could tell it hurt her; he could tell she loved it. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered. “So good. So warm. So much. More, more, please, more…”
“I’ll give you more,” he snarled into her ear. “Fucking be bursting with come when I’m done with you, bitch. Weeping, begging for more, even then. Fuck. Perfect fucking slut. Perfect girl, Rey. Fuck.”
She dragged him into her with a strength he’d never felt, had scarcely seen, and nodded, moaning, cooing incoherently. He pulled back just a little to move his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, and she responded, burying one hand in his hair and following his lead like the perfect little thing she was. He pulled back as his knot stayed inflated, remained embedded inside of her, as his cock kept spewing lazy load after lazy load.
And her tiny little stomach had bulged out a bit. Groaning, he touched it, pushing gently at first, feeling it disturb her body around him. “Fuck,” he snarled as she keened loudly. He let up just to do it again, more roughly, and felt some of his seed threaten to slip past his knot. “Perfect fucking girl, Rey. Fuck.”
“Bite me,” she whined. “Mate me. Wanna be yours.”
And, in his current state, he didn’t have it in him to see reason. He leaned forward and sank his teeth into her neck, smelling the way her body engulfed into a frenzy of endorphins, pleasure, and pain, felt the way the first half of their bond erected within them. He didn’t let go for a long time, spurting much less lazily into her.
As soon as he pulled back, she was clawing at him, getting his throat within reach of her teeth, and then, she sunk those pretty little teeth in.
He felt his own body’s reaction to coping with the rough mating bite, and she was so much more rough than he’d imagined she’d be, and he loved it so dearly. He groaned and felt even more spurting, until it felt like her body was ready to burst around him.
He kissed her again for what felt like hours until his knot finally deflated, letting him pop out of her. He crumbled into a crouch immediately, pinning her legs open, watching his mess leak out of her only to fuck it back into her. He played with her clit until she begged him not to, and she came at least three more times, his seed gushing out of her with each one.
“Mine. Mine, mine, mine. Mine. Mine,” he kept growling, and she just nodded along, out of her mind with pleasure.
Eventually, she drifted off to sleep, half dangling off of his bed. He tucked her up against the wall, wrapping his blanket around her, and dressed, heading out for air.
Snickering. Kylo ignored all of it. He looked out at the sea and ran a hand through his hair.
“Did you have to let him be so loud?” Hux asked after a while.
Kylo glanced over at him. It seemed like all of the crew was awake and about still. He looked back out at the sea. “Rey’s a woman. And my mate. Anyone who has a problem with either of those things is welcome to leave when we arrive at Corellia tomorrow.”
“Rey’s a woman?” Vicrul all but demanded.
“Yes.”
“With a cunt?” someone asked.
“Yes, you fucking numbskull. Ask about my mate’s cunt again. See where it gets you.”
When Kylo went back to bed, Rey was whimpering in her sleep, sounding distressed. Kylo all but ripped out of his clothing to crawl into bed beside her, dragging her into his arms, and she sighed, immediately settling. He pressed a kiss into her forehead and drifted off to sleep, caught between the sheer bliss of being mated- to her , of all people- and the terror of being mated, of being tied together, of the fear of being left to deal with the breaking of a bond, more utterly alone than he’d ever been.
“Can’t lose you,” he breathed into her ear. “Ever. Anyone, anything, but you.”
And he never would lose her. After a few months, his worries started to slow. After a year, they were entirely gone.
And he never lost her, not for a single moment.