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noodlecupcakeswritings · 11 months

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A Royal Affair - Chapter 3 (Kylo RenXOC)

The First Order is looking to expand its allies and Corellia is known for its great Starships and the royal family. Princess Cora Ardmore is less than thrilled about her future marriage to General Hux, and even less thrilled to have Kylo Ren as her temporary bodyguard.

AN: I just want to warn people that this is definitely a darker fic from me. Plus I do not hate General Hux at all regardless of how I’m portraying him in this fic, I love him but have some dark headcanons about him. I also want to thank @neeharlow and @kittyofalltrades for helping bringing this fic to life with our roleplay thread :D

Warnings: Mentions of death, Mentions of implied violence, A funeral, Hux being an asshole

Chapter 3

Kylo Ren

Now that Cora had no personal guard, I had been forced by Snoke and Hux to take up that mantle. Even when I had protested the idea, Snoke made it clear there was no wiggle room, that it would only be ‘temporary’. An appropriate replacement would be found for me by the time the wedding was over. Snoke had tried to appeal to my ego, saying I was the most suitable fit because of my training, but it didn’t make me feel better about the situation. Frankly, I didn’t want to be anywhere near the woman, let alone the planet. There was little to no reason for me to still be on Corellia when I could be busy doing other things for Snoke.

I had to keep telling myself it was only for a month, and all I had to do was ensure she didn’t escape or kill herself. It seemed a simple enough task, provided she kept her mouth shut. Hux had made sure Stormtroopers were stationed outside her quarters at all times, nobody was allowed in or out unless to deliver her food. He hadn’t even allowed her handmaidens inside. He’d used her quarters as a temporary lavish cell. The troopers didn’t question my presence, allowing me to let myself inside.

Cora was on her bed, wallowing in self-pity. She wasn’t even dressed properly, probably incapable without her handmaidens. Her cheeks turned red, and she threw a robe over her nightdress to protect her modesty. “I would have appreciated you knocking before entering, I’m not dressed appropriately,” Cora said matter-of-factly. Already her tone was annoying me. She acted as if she was better than me and had some moral high ground over me. She didn’t, and I’d soon make her learn that.

“What do you want?” Cora asked impatiently. “Your fiancée has requested that I babysit you until the wedding or until we find a suitable replacement,” I replied. Cora scoffed, thinking it was a bad joke for a few seconds. When she deemed I was serious, her emerald eyes narrowed. “I don’t need you to babysit me, you already ruined my chances of escaping. There won’t be anymore,” Cora said venomously.

“Your right, there won’t. But that’s not the only thing Hux is worried about. He doesn’t want you harming yourself before the wedding. So, for the time being, you’re stuck with me. And I can assure you, I’m just as unhappy about this arrangement as you are.” “Then why are you doing it? I didn’t think the Jedi Killer of all people would take orders from a General.” I glared at her from behind my helmet, “I’m not taking orders from him. The only person I take orders from is the Supreme Leader.”

“And did your Supreme leader order you to kill Varidun? You could have spared him, arrested him if you felt the need to punish him.” “The supreme leader didn’t. But your previous guard made his choice when he led you through those tunnels. Be grateful I chose to spare you unless you’d like to meet his fate as well?” Cora didn’t shrink back as I had expected at the threat, instead, she stood her ground. This would not work in her favour, especially if she continued to show this level of defiance to Hux. “Nothing will happen to me, or you will lose this planet. You and Hux need me alive to strengthen this so-called alliance and so my people don’t see through you and revolt. Because whilst I have no doubt The First Order would cull the planet, I also know it would be a waste of resources you can’t afford to lose,” she said matter-of-factly.

Perhaps she was smarter than I had previously given her credit for. Not that I would ever admit that to her, the last thing a royal needed was a bigger ego. “I would suggest watching your tongue around Hux if you want to keep it. Whilst I cannot harm you, he can. And whilst he won’t kill you, I’m sure that won’t stop him from hurting you. So, my advice is if you want to survive your marriage. Behave,” I replied coldly. Cora rolled her eyes at me before going to her wardrobe and picking out a dress. “Now that you’re here, does that mean I’m allowed out of my room? I’d like to have breakfast if you partake in that sort of thing,” Cora asked. “I partake in private. But I see no harm in leaving your quarters for now, so long as you don’t make me regret it.”

She shot me a glare before stepping behind the privacy screen. Before Cora could begin to dress herself, arguing could be heard from outside her quarters. I figured it was best to investigate and send whomever it was on their way. Opening the door, I saw Cora’s handmaidens, the chief one arguing with the stormtroopers as they denied the handmaidens access. “If he’s allowed in her quarters, then so are we. Her royal highness needs our assistance with her royal duties. Now kindly step aside,” she argued. “Nobody but the commander is permitted access inside. Not even you, now move along,” the stormtrooper replied.

“Let them through, the princess can’t even dress herself without their help,” I spoke up. The chief handmaiden turned her glare to me, not seemingly afraid of my presence like the rest of the Palace staff had been. It was almost amusing how much fire was in the woman’s hazel eyes. The stormtroopers let them pass without a word. The women entered Cora’s quarters and went behind the screen to help her dress. All except the chief one who stood before the privacy screen and kept a close eye on me.

“Why have you been allowed entry after three days but not us?” She asked. “He’s going to be my new personal guard, Flora,” Cora answered her before I could. Flora turned her nose up at the fact. Perhaps I had been wrong earlier, perhaps Cora’s handmaidens were worse than her. “There must be someone else,” Flora argued. Never had I met or seen a handmaiden that was so...mouthy. Most handmaidens would be scolded for talking this boldly by now. But Flora and Cora spoke as if they were old friends.

Finally, Cora was ready for the day, her dress whilst a simple green silk gown had a sense of elegance to it. Or maybe that was just her. Cora’s hair had been pinned back and her handmaidens had added some light makeup. “So, breakfast?” Cora asked. “Would you like it here or in the dining hall?” Flora asked. “The dining hall, please. Preferably the private one. If there are no other available personal guards, then Ren and I are going to have to be civil and get to know each other better. Whether either of us like it or not.”

Now that was much more mature compared to what I walked in on this morning. The handmaidens followed behind Cora and I as we made our way to the dining hall. This dining hall was smaller than the other I had seen, obviously, the Ardmore family reserved this room for more intimate dinners between them or close friends. A place was set for me, and food was also brought, not that I would eat it. Flora lingered nearby, clearly not trusting me around her precious princess. It was irritating, perhaps if she wanted my job so badly I could convince Hux to let her have it. “Are all your handmaidens this mouthy?” I asked.

Cora glanced at Flora and then back at me. Flora didn’t seem impressed with the comment, not that I cared for her feelings or opinion. A hint of a smile played at Cora’s lips. “Not all of them. Just Flora. She’s been like this since we met. Flora is allowed to speak freely, as I cannot all the time. She’s able to vocalise my thoughts when it wouldn’t be appropriate for me too,” she explained. “You’ll want to watch that mouth around Hux considering what happened to your decoy. I’m sure you don’t want to lose anyone else,” I warned both of them.

She nodded once to show she understood and would heed the warning before eating a bite of fruit. “And what can you tell me about my supposed future husband? Whilst he’s so insistent on this marriage, he also hasn’t exactly made the time for us to get to know each other,” Cora asked. “General Armitage Hux is thirty-five years old and enjoys tarine tea. He’s very nit-picky and will complain about everything and anything. He is the bastard of Brendol Hux, and the two hated each other. Understandable when Armitage was an embarrassment to his reputation and Brendol was abusive. Hux senior met a rather disturbing end when he was found liquefied in a bacta tank. Everyone knows either Hux orchestrated it, or he carried it out, but no one would dare say it out loud. Armitage is a known sadist and enjoys inflicting pain on any of his female companions. They don’t usually last long in his care.”

The more I told Cora, the more she seemed to lose her previous confidence, her shoulders slumping as she shrunk in her seat. Her calm demeanour had dropped, worry evident in her emerald green eyes. “You’re supposed to be babysitting me, not making me want to attempt another escape,” Cora replied. “Oops,” I said, completely deadpan. “And he’s always been this…detestable?” I nodded once. For as long as I had known him, Armitage Hux had always been a pain in the ass. Good at his job, yes, but also completely insufferable. Truthfully, I couldn’t blame Cora for wanting to run but I also couldn’t allow it, considering the alliance between The First Order and Corellia.

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The day of Gela Ardmore’s funeral arrived. Cora was dressed in a black modest gown, her handmaidens helping her with her hair and makeup. They didn’t make her look too grand, nor did they go too heavy with the makeup considering she’d be crying once the ceremony began. Cora was trying to put on a brave face, likely because I was present. I wanted to tell her she didn’t need to, considering she was burying her mother today, but I figured it was best I stay quiet.

Once Cora was ready, we headed downstairs to the throne room, where eventually her father joined her, also dressed in black. Salth hugged her tightly, whispering comforting words to her before the moment was ruined by Hux. Cora glared at him, separating from her father. “You are not welcome here, not today,” she hissed. “As your fiancé, I wanted to be here to support you emotionally and pay my respects. Besides, we must keep up appearances in front of your people.”

Cora was rigid with rage, bordering on shaking, “is that really all you care about? Your reputation? If you had any respect, you’d leave us alone to mourn for the day.” “Be grateful I’m choosing to respect your planet’s funeral traditions. I could easily have the funeral called off and have your mother tossed in an incinerator like your previous guard.” Cora’s eyes glassed over with tears, and she took a step forward, ready to play right into Hux’s hands. It was obvious he wanted a rise out of her; he did to me enough times. Now was the time to intervene before Cora said something Hux would later make her regret.

“Princess, that’s enough. Your mother will have the funeral she deserves and the general will be present,” I interrupted firmly. Both of them looked at me, Cora still glaring although it had softened slightly. Hux smirked before offering Cora his arm. He wanted to clearly play the role of a supportive fiancé in front of her people, even though that was the furthest thing from the truth. Cora refused his arm, instead taking her father’s before the two of them exited the throne room. Waiting at the entrance of the palace was the open casket of Gela, a handful of guards present around the casket.

Cora caved at the sight of her mother, sobbing quietly. Her father remained strong, knowing if he buckled in front of everyone, it would be seen as a weakness. The casket was led outside by the guards, down the steps to the crowd waiting to mourn their queen. Cora’s handmaidens followed behind her and Hux and I followed behind them. Although it was clear Hux was looking for his opening to take Cora’s arm. The crowd parted, and the procession ended at the funeral temple.

Once inside, that’s when Hux barged past the handmaidens and linked his arm with Cora’s, pulling her from her father. She made a small sound of protest as he wrapped his arm around her waist, trying to console her in front of everyone. Even I was irritated by his pathetic performance. Cora wriggled free from Hux before returning to her father. Her handmaidens moved closer, standing around Cora, and acting as a barrier between her and Hux. His false smile fell, turning into a glare before he gave up his attempts and let them comfort Cora.

Once the service was over and the body was buried, we returned to the palace. Flora was leading Cora this time, letting her cry on her shoulder. It was clear that Flora was more than just a handmaiden to Cora, the two of them had a very close bond similar to lifelong friends. And that’s probably what Cora needed most right now, was a friend. As we reached Cora’s quarters, I allowed them inside but didn’t venture further. Instead, I closed the door and waited outside, allowing Cora to have a moment of privacy and peace. It was the least I could do.

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noodlecupcakes · 6 years

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Friendly Advice (Kylo RenxOC Smut)

Another quick smutty one shot featuring Kylo and my OC Cora (face claim is Elizabeth Olsen).

Warnings: NON-CON ELEMENTS (DONT LIKE, DONT READ), Manipulation, Kylo is not nice, Kylo is a manipulative shit, Loss of virginity, Virginity kink, Sex against a wall, Sex, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Language

Cora’s P.O.V

After what felt like a lifetime we had finally won the war. The First Order had finally been defeated and eradicated all except one. Ben. He'd been captured and was due to go on trial for his crimes within the week. We all knew what the outcome would be. He'd be executed because he'd be too stubborn to plead guilty. Leia and I had pleaded with the jury and if he pleaded guilty to his crimes then he would be exiled. Leia had already visited him, but he hadn't said a word to her. Now it was my turn. Saying I was nervous was an understatement.

Ben and I had been childhood friends, both trained to become Jedi by Luke. I would have done anything for Ben at that point and I probably would now. I loved him when we were growing up and somehow, I still loved him through everything. I was scared to enter that room, scared to confront my childhood friend, scared that maybe there was nothing I could do to save him. I had to remain hopeful, I would not give up on him. I still believed that Ben was still in there somewhere.

I unlocked his cell and stepped inside, making sure the door closed behind me. Ben was sat on the makeshift bed, looking down at the floor so that his hair hung in front of his face. I swallowed thickly, wanting to run my fingers through his soft looking hair. I had only seen him once through all this back when this war really started, when Rey came to help us. “Ben?” I spoke softly. “It’s Kylo,” he corrected, “or Supreme Leader.” “Unfortunately, not anymore.”

I could feel his anger radiate off him in waves. He could kill me with no more than a thought if he wanted. “I hope they weren't too rough with you,” I continued. Ben looked t me this time, revealing his face to me. They'd given him a black eye and a split lip. The scar running across his face had healed as well as it could do. “I’m sorry, your mother and I asked them not to hurt you,” I apologized. “She's not my mother anymore. She gave up that title when she gave me away to Luke.” Ok that was not an argument I wanted to get in with him at a time like this, we'd just be running around in circles about whether or not his parents loved him. They did and he should be grateful he had parents unlike me.

“Why did you come here?” Ben asked. “To offer you some friendly advice. When it comes to the trial you need to plead guilty. They'll let you live if you do.” “But they'll exile me to some rock on the outer rim where I can live out the rest of my days alone?” “You'd have an island all to yourself with nobody to bother you.” “I’d rather not copy Skywalker in becoming a hermit.” I sighed, here comes the stubbornness.

“So, you'd rather die?” I asked. “Why do you care what happens to me?” “Because I still believe that my best friend is still in there.” He rolled his eyes, “Ben Solo is gone. Your friend is gone.” I smiled softly, shrugging, “you can tell me that as much as you want, I’m still not giving up on you.” “I’m a murderer Cora, I killed all of your fellow padawans and I enjoyed every second of it,” he snarled. “You’re going to need to do more than that to get me to give up on you. I’m not scared of you like the others.”

His expression darkened, “you should be.” “Why? Because you’ll kill me too?” Kylo chuckled darkly, “no, something much worse for you.” Silence fell between us. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Kylo resumed looking at the floor instead of me. “Do you remember the day that we first met? How scared you were of everyone else? You sat in the corner and cried because you thought you’d never see you parents again. I was the only one who could actually calm you down-“ I started. “Don’t,” his voice sounded softer.

“Or what about when we found the Kyber crystal cave together? Our crystals were in there together, if that isn’t a sign that-“ “I said don’t,” his voice wavered a little. I felt my heart sink, I didn’t want to upset him but I had to get through to him. I heard him emit a barely audible sob. “Did he tell you what he tried to do to me? The night the Jedi temple fell?” He sobbed. I felt myself taking a few steps towards him. I wanted to comfort him, hold him close and tell him that everything was going to be ok. I wouldn’t let another person hurt him.

“He tried to kill me Cora, my own uncle tried to murder me in my sleep. What was I supposed to do after that? I couldn’t stay part of the Jedi order, there was no place for me anymore,” he continued. Luke had told me what he had tried to do, years later. I couldn’t forgive him for that. “I can’t sleep at night because I’m afraid that someone else will try to do the same thing,” Ben managed. I kneeled in front of him, placing my hands on his shoulders hoping he would look at me. “That’s not going to happen. I’m not going to let anybody hurt you Ben,” I reassured him.

His sobbing slowly came to a stop and he looked up at me, his eyes completely dry. I frowned as he smirked, this had been a trick. He grabbed my wrists, his leather clad fingers digging into my flesh almost painfully. “You thought you could get me to change by reminding me of my childhood? Your pathetic,” he spat. I tried to pull free from his grasp but he only continued to dig his fingers in, pulling me closer towards him. “I’ve seen what’s in your mind Cora. All the dirty little thoughts a Jedi shouldn’t have. Especially for someone like me. Do the others know? No of course they don’t, they would have cast you out a long time ago if they did,” he taunted.

“Ben stop, let me go,” I spoke, my voice sounding small. His eyes searched mine and then I felt him inside my mind, looking through my thoughts like the pages of a book. I tried to force him out but we both knew I wasn’t strong enough. “You stayed pure for me. All these years. I really am going to enjoy this,” he grinned wickedly. I managed to break free of his grip and crossed the room in a few quick steps. He followed, slamming me into the nearest wall. I made a small sound of pain and he turned me round to face him, trapping me between him and the wall. I felt so small compared to him as he loomed over me.

“Why fight it? We both know it’s what you want.” He taunted. “Not like this, Ben I came here to help you.” “Then help me,” he rested his hands on the wall beside my head before coming closer and pressing his lips to my neck, making his way up to my ear, “give me a reason to live,” the last part came out as a threat. If giving myself over to him made him plead guilty when it came to the trial…fine. I’d do it. He tilted my chin to make me meet his gaze. He had me right where he wanted me. Ben leaned down and kissed me, his hand moving down to my neck.

I shivered at the feel of the cold leather against my skin, kissing him back with inexperience. He took the lead, claiming my lips with his. Ben nipped at my bottom lip, earning a soft whine from me. He pulled away, that intense gaze meeting mine once more. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you. Funny how the threat of me being executed makes you confess your feelings,” he spoke. Not wanting to waste any more time, he began tugging at my robes. I mirrored his actions, removing his own clothes.

Once we were fully undressed he reached between my legs, finding my clit. I moaned, one hand fisting in his dark locks and the other gripping his forearm. He slipped two thick digits into me, starting a fast pace. My eyes closed instinctively as I let out a series of moans. Kylo clamped his free hand down over my mouth to keep me quiet. Anybody could walk past outside and hear us. He continued working me open with his fingers for a few minutes as I continued to cling to him and moan against the palm of his hand.

Ben removed his fingers and sucked them clean before picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around him, clinging to him with the worry that he might drop me. He pressed my back against the wall, using it as leverage to hold me up. I glanced down at his cock, wondering how the hell something that size was going to fit inside me. I didn’t have long to think about it however as he slowly pushed himself into me. My nails dug into his shoulders as I moaned at the feeling of him stretching me to accommodate him. Ben’s grip on my hips became hard enough to bruise as he bit down on his bottom lip, groaning as he bottomed out.

He kissed me hard, groaning against my lips. He started rocking his hips against mine, placing open mouthed kisses across my neck and shoulders. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, clinging to him as if my life depended on it. Ben’s pace started to pick up, getting faster and harder until eventually he was practically fucking me into the wall. He pulled my hips down to meet him each thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling the small space. My nails ran down his back, earning a loud groan from him.

This is far from how I imagined my first time would be and it was going to be over sooner than I would have liked too. Ben sucked a purple mark into my neck, high enough that it would be on show for everyone to see. Everyone would know that I had fucked a war criminal. They’d probably exile me too. Ben brought me out of my thoughts as he sucked another purple mark into my breast. I arched and bucked against him, desperate for the torturous pleasure to never end.

I moaned his name, forcing that intense gaze on me once more. I half expected him to scold me for not using his preferred term but instead he just kissed me again. I felt an unfamiliar tightness begin to build in my stomach as Ben continued the pace, his speed not faltering once. He reached between us and found my clit again, rubbing it in quick circles. I felt my eyes roll back in their sockets and I let out a loud gasp. I had no idea he could make me feel this good. A few more strokes and I reached my first climax, crying out his name as my legs shook from the intense feeling.

Ben cursed as my orgasm triggered his own. He buried his face in my neck as he came down from his high. Eventually he let me down and we both redressed ourselves in silence. Not only had I fucked a war criminal, I’d just fucked the general’s son. I could feel the embarrassment already on my cheeks. Ben sat back down on the makeshift bed and I turned, heading to the door. “If I’m too be exiled, will you come with me?” He asked. Throw everything I had away just to spend the rest of my days with him? “Yes.”

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 2 years

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Saviour - Kylo RenxOC (Demon AU) Halloween Challenge 2021

kylo Ren has been summoned from the depths of hell. Rescuing the terrified Sister, he strikes up a deal to ensure her protection. But will she agree and turn her back on her faith?

Week 4 of my Halloween challenge and this week's theme was demons. This is the final week of the challenge, hope you all enjoyed.

Hope you guys enjoy, please leave kudos, comments and reblogs if you do.

Warnings: Religious themes, Nun/Demon sex, Sex, Smut, Vaginal sex, Vaginal fingering, Oral sex, Rituals, Blood, Gore, Violence, Loss of virginity, Corruption kink, Demon deals, Demon summoning

Cora

Exiting the monastery, I quickly headed into the nearby woods to meet with Father Hux. He’d confided in me earlier about the orphans staying in the woods and how they needed food and blankets. As a previous orphan myself, I wanted to do anything I could to help. I lifted my lantern higher so I could see better as I followed the path. The woods were always more frightening at night; it was too quiet, too many shadows. But with God on my side, I knew I would be safe from harm. I lifted my other hand to the rosary around my neck, praying under my breath.

Eventually I saw a figure up ahead, the ginger hair of Father Hux unmistakable even in the dark. Relief filled me at the sight of a familiar face. I joined him in the clearing, glancing around for signs of the orphans he’d mentioned. “Sister, I’m so glad you could make it,” Hux greeted. “Of course, I’m glad to help.” Hux smiled and took the basket from me, setting it down to the side. “You can come out now, it’s just my friend,” Hux called to them.

Instead of children, a group of hooded men came out from the trees and bushes instead. A feeling of dread formed in the pit of my stomach, were we about to be robbed? “Restrain her,” Hux ordered. My fear had glued me to the spot and by the time they reached me, it was too late to run. I tried to scream, but the realization that nobody was coming to save me soon set in. My wrists were bound behind my back before they tied my ankles together. Tears rolled down my cheeks as my cloak was torn from me and I was forced to the floor.

“Why are you doing this?” I whimpered. “We needed a pure sacrifice and what better than a nun,” Hux answered with a soft shrug. Sacrifice? I’d been warned about devil worship, I had heard stories of their rituals and sacrifices. But why was this happening to me? I couldn’t think of anything I had done that might evoke God’s wrath, I hadn’t sinned; I hadn’t strayed from his path. I didn’t deserve a fate such as this. And what cut deeper was I had been deceived by someone I trusted. Father Hux had never given me reason to doubt or mistrust him, he’d always been kind and helpful.

The men looked to Hux for further instructions, for the next step in the ritual. Hux produced a blade from his robes in response. The men held out their palms and allowed Hux to slice their skin open before they spilled their blood on the ground. Hux cut his own palm before stepping closer to me. Silently I prayed, prayed for forgiveness, a saviour, divine intervention, an angel, anything that could save me. The other men formed a circle around us, one of them striking a match and throwing it to the floor. Fire surrounded us, with no escape in sight. My crying turned to sobbing at the realization I was going to die. “Please, don’t do this,” I begged.

Hux ignored my pleas as the others began a chant in a language I didn’t recognize. Hux rolled me on to my back, kneeling by my side. He joined in with the chant, raising the dagger high above his head. I closed my eyes, as if to shield myself from my own fate. I continued to repeat the lord’s prayer over and over in my head, waiting for the pain to come. Instead came a low rumbling noise from the ground, slowly growing louder with every passing second. It soon sounded like the ground was opening up and something was emerging. I kept my eyes closed, too afraid to look. Was I about to be dragged down to the fiery pits of hell for an eternity of suffering?

The heat from the flames seemed to fade as if they had been extinguished and no longer was Hux holding me down. Hesitantly, I opened my eyes, taking in my surroundings. I was still alive, still in the forest. Hux was wide eyed staring at something behind me. If Hux was afraid of what he had summoned, I could only imagine how horrifying it was. The thing behind me took off to the left instead, attacking one of Hux’s men. A blood-curdling scream filled the air, and I prayed aloud. Hux glanced between me and the forest before getting to his feet and running as far as he could. Coward. The forest was filled with more screams, sounds of flesh tearing and bones breaking.

I wriggled into a better position and began trying to put some distance between myself and the carnage. The forest fell silent again. Now sitting up, I took in the scene before me. The five men who helped with the ritual were now dead, their blood straining the grass, their limbs and bodies strewn across the clearing haphazardly. There was a soft growl from behind me, my head turning in that direction to finally gaze upon the beast. There, towering over me at seven feet tall, stood a demon. The moonlight allowed me to see its features. Two great black horns sat atop its head, curling back on themselves, although the left one was missing the tip as if it had been broken off. Thick black hair stopped beneath its chin. The creature studied me with black eyes, a scar streaked across its face.

Its fangs were bared, its hands were claw like. And as my gaze continued its descent, I soon realized it was naked. I looked away, resuming my praying, and trying to shift away. I didn’t get far thanks to the bindings, now on my back and facing the demon. He crouched, cocking his head as he watched me. The thing was likely toying with me. “I’m not going to kill a beautiful thing like you,” it spoke, its voice deep. “Then w-what are you going to do to me?” I asked, my voice coming out small and pathetic. The demon came closer, as if to get a better look at me. And now I could get a better look at it. And now I understood why they had warned me the devil would be beautiful. It must be like that for all his demons.

The demon smirked softly before snapping his fingers. Somehow, my bonds became loose, and I slipped my wrists free before working on my legs. He’d freed me, I didn’t understand why. But what really didn’t make sense was how he was here when I hadn’t been sacrificed. “I thought I had to die for you to be summoned?” I questioned. “Virgin blood had been spilled. Although the culprit seems to have run off like a coward.” Oh. Anger filled me at the thought the Hux had gotten away with this, he should have died too so he could face God’s judgement. But I became uneasy once more as I noticed the demon hadn’t answered my previous question.

“I won’t tell anyone about you at the church, I swear it,” I promised, hoping that would be enough to convince it. “You think it wise to go back there after this? The man who tried to kill you will also likely return there and if he finds out you're alive, he’ll have to make sure you stay quiet or risk exposure.” My shoulders slumped as I realized he was right. If Hux and I both went back, Hux would kill me to ensure his secret stayed safe. I couldn’t go back, but I had nowhere else to go. Fresh tears lined my eyes for the third time tonight.

“Shhh, not all is lost. I could help you. Again,” the demon offered. Again? Well, I suppose he had ensured I was spared just by his mere presence. But making a deal with a demon was a dangerous path that I wouldn’t go down, no matter how desperate. “I prayed for a saviour-“ I started. “And here I am,” he smirked cockily. It felt like my faith was crumbling before my eyes; it didn’t make sense for God to send me a demon instead of an angel. It didn’t make sense for a man of the cloth to have tried to kill me tonight, either. Had God abandoned me? And if he had, I would truly have nothing. My gaze settled on the demon again, perhaps he could help me after all.

I hugged my knees to my chest to try and comfort myself, to calm my racing thoughts. The demon sighed, his expression becoming sympathetic. “You’ve had a stressful night so much, so it’s making you question your faith. I’m probably not helping matters. So let’s start over. I’m Kylo,” he introduced, offering me his clawed hand. “Cora,” I replied, hesitantly shaking its hand. “Now, don’t feel too disheartened. You prayed for a saviour, likely an angel in mind. Well, demons were once angels. So technically you got what you wanted.” I suppose that made some sense, although it did little to make me feel better about the situation.

“You said you could help me,” I said hesitantly. Kylo grinned wolfishly, “I did. I can kill that coward for you, ensure your safety. But I’ll need something in return.” The way his eyes trailed over my body told me what he wanted in return. My innocence. A vow that I had sworn never to break in return for my veil. “No, I can’t give you…that. There must be something else, anything else,” I spoke. “What else could you have to offer me but your purity? What else has more value to me than your innocence?”

Nothing. Kylo leaned in closer, his hand cupping my cheek as his thumb traced the curve of my lips. A heat spread across my cheeks, I could catch his thumb if I wanted too, if I was bold enough. “Aren’t you all created in God’s image? Do you think God doesn’t indulge in such pleasures and desires?” Kylo questioned. I chewed my lip; he had a point. Kylo’s lips were now inches from mine, the tension between us growing. “Give in, Sister. I cannot take what isn’t offered,” he said.

With no other choice, I succumbed to my desire as I closed the gap between us to kiss him. Kylo smiled, taking control of the kiss because of my inexperience. The kiss brought a new heat between my legs as he sealed the deal with his tongue. I half expected him to tear my habit and veil from me, but he took his time, seemingly doing things on my terms. Kylo continued to kiss me slowly and passionately, one hand wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. Never had I felt such desire, such arousal before. The heat between my legs had grown into an ache, and I needed his hands all over me.

I set aside my veil alongside my vows, revealing my long black hair to him. Kylo ran his fingers through it with a soft smile as I continued to give myself to him in a way that no mortal man would have me. Kylo descended down my body, pushing my skirts up over my hips as he positioned himself between my legs. He trailed his lips up my inner thigh, my hips bucking softly. Kylo smirked, pulling my panties down my legs before kissing me where I needed it most. He watched me with those inky black eyes as his tongue delved between my lips to taste me.

I moaned at the new pleasurable sensation, throwing my head back. I never imagined I could be pleasured in such ways. Kylo lapped at me hungrily, groaning at my taste. The sound had me blushing, but further aroused. I had always been taught sex was purely for male pleasure and making children that I wondered if women could feel pleasure at all. Kylo’s tongue was proving otherwise, proving the lies my faith had blinded me with. He hoisted my legs over my shoulders before I felt two human fingers at my entrance instead of his claws, perhaps he had partially changed his form. Slowly, he pushed his fingers into me, making a come-hither motion.

My pleasure only grew at the addition of his fingers, forcing louder moans from me. A tightness formed in my belly, growing tighter with every passing second, as did my pleasure. Until finally the tightness burst, and the pleasure became overwhelming. I cried out, my nails digging into the soil beneath me. The euphoria continued, stealing the air from my lungs. Was I dying? Was this what heaven felt like? Either way, I longed for that pleasure again. The feeling slowed before passing, only then did Kylo stop. He made his way back up to my lips, smirking softly. “Forbidden fruit always tastes better,” Kylo stated.

Positioned between my legs, I could feel his hard cock pressed against my wetness. If his tongue could bring me such pleasure, I wondered if his cock could do the same. Kylo grasped his cock at the base before pushing into me, slowly, so I could feel every thick inch of him sink into me. There was no pain like I had been taught, only new pleasures for me to explore and enjoy. Finally, he stopped, now buried to the hilt in my tightness. I had never imagined feeling such a fullness. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Please,” I breathed, unsure what I was begging for.

Only then did Kylo move, pulling out of me before pushing back in. He set a slow rhythm as my body still adjusted to the delicious stretch of his cock. The usual sounds of the forest were replaced by our gasps and moans, the moon bathing us in its light. “More, please,” I whined. Lust had completely consumed me, as had greed. I craved more; I needed all of him. Kylo’s pace increased, his hips smacking against mine. My nails dragged across his back, but the sting only seemed to spur him on as he captured my lips in a hungry kiss.

“Oh god, Kylo,” I moaned. “That’s right, Sister. I’m your God now.” Kylo bit at my neck, sucking the sensitive flesh there long enough to leave a mark. A mark that claimed me as his. He reached between our bodies, finding my sensitive bundle of nerves, and rubbing in slow circles. “Cum, Sister. Cum and seal the deal,” he encouraged. That feeling returned, building, and building before pleasure erupted and filled my veins once more. All I could do was moan and scream his name, truly renouncing my god for Kylo.

Kylo held me still as he pushed into me a final time with a guttural groan, filling me with his seed. After a few exchanged hot and heavy breaths, he pulled out and lay beside me. Suddenly I remembered myself, as if the hazy spell of lust had been lifted from me. Guilt consumed me as I fought back tears. I had lain with a demon; I had sinned in so many ways. God would not forgive this. Quickly, I replaced my veil and shakily got to my feet. “You will uphold your end of the deal?” I asked. “I will.”

Nodding, I made a start towards the path as Kylo got to his feet. Before I could get far, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. That feeling of dread filled me again, he wasn’t finished yet. “Where are you going, Sister?” He asked. “B-back to the monastery.” “They won’t allow you back now, they’ll smell the damnation on you. And how would you explain it when my seed takes root in you, makes your belly swell with my child? No, Sister. You're mine now.”

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Sanctify - Chapter 34 (Ben SoloxOC AU)

Ben Solo is looking for a new place to call home. When Snoke arrives offering a home, food, community for the simple price of manual labour Ben and a few others jump at the chance to start over. Upon arrival at The First Order Ben meets Cora, Snokes daughter. Whilst Ben and Cora grow closer Ben learns the secrets of the town, and Cora has some secrets of her own.

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Warnings: Cult stuff, Religious themes, Language, Smut, Sex, Spanking, Oral sex, Teasing, Masturbation, Dirty talk

Chapter 34

Ben Solo

Five months later

Cora was doing a lot better now, there was still a little way to go but emotionally she was okay. However, she was slipping up a lot when it came to wifely duties, laundry would get piled up as well as dishes and a lot of the time Cora didn’t have dinner ready for me when I got home after long days at the chapel. But worst of all, we still hadn’t conceived a child. Whilst we still had seven months, I was a little worried.

Tonight, was no exception, it seemed, still no dinner and the laundry basket overflowing. I know I’d promised to try to change the way the elders viewed women here, but she wasn’t exactly helping the situation. What the fuck was she even doing all day? Sighing, I knew I had to be careful how I worded things, or I’d also have to deal with one of her tantrums. “Cora?” I called out.

Her footsteps could be heard upstairs before she made her way down to my level. She gave me the sweetest smile she could manage in the hopes I wouldn’t be too mad at her. “Your home early, did you have a good day?” She asked, kissing my cheek. “Yeah, until I got home. So, am I supposed to make my dinner and clean the house on top of my other duties? I’ve spoken to you about this before, Cora, a few times now. I don’t mind pitching in when you need it, but this…this is bullshit.”

Her face dropped at my tone; at the fact I wasn’t letting her get out of this again. “I’m your wife, not your maid. And I remember we’ve spoken about it before, but it feels like you’ve forgotten that half the leadership duties should be mine. Maybe then you wouldn’t be coming home trying to pick fights with me all the time,” Cora snapped. She turned from me and began to loudly gather ingredients from dinner, slamming the fridge and cupboard doors to make it clear how pissed off she was.

Obviously, she was forgetting who was in charge. And I was done with her temper tantrums. Grabbing her by her shoulders, I turned her to face me. “You are going to learn to obey me, like a good wife should,” I growled. Before Cora could come back with a sarcastic response, I hauled her over my shoulder and carried her to the stairs. Cora shrieked and struggled in my grip, kicking her legs and beating her fists. “Put me down!”

Once in our bedroom, I threw her on to the bed where she landed with a soft thump. Maybe if Snoke had seen through her crocodile tears more often, she wouldn’t act like a spoilt brat all the time. I worked on unbuckling my belt before pulling it free. Cora scoffed, shaking her head at me. “Really, Ben? You think you can win this by fucking me?” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, I’m not going to fuck you. Bend over.”

Cora hadn’t expected that, a hint of fear in her eyes before she went back to glaring at me. She folded her arms over her chest in defiance. “No.” She was going to fight me every step of the way. But she’d lose her fight eventually once I beat that bratty streak out of her. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced her down onto her stomach. Pressing my knee into her back to keep her still, I used my belt to tie her wrists together. I ignored her sounds of protest as I lifted her skirt and tore her panties down her legs.

“I’m going to spank you. And you are going to count each one, do you understand?” “You can’t make me,” Cora replied. “You really don’t want to be a brat right now,” I warned. I brought my hand down across her ass, the slapping sound loud. Cora yelped, flinching from the pain but was still determined to be defiant and refused to count. I’d keep going until she counted, I didn’t care if she struggled to sit on her ass later, I would win this. The next spank was harder, and I made sure it was on the same cheek.

Still, she refused to count. The third spank was harder again, my handprint now showing red against her pale skin. Cora whimpered from the pain, flinching again. “O-one,” she finally gave in. “Good girl. We’re going to five, you can handle that, can’t you?” She gave a soft nod before I brought my hand down on her other cheek, spreading the pain this time. There was a long pause this time, and for a moment, I thought we were going to have to start again. “T-two.”

Cora’s nails dug into the leather of my belt as I spanked her twice more. She counted both before we reached the last one. “Five.” Cora sagged against the bed now that the pain was over. She’d given in sooner than I had thought, which was a good sign. Gently, I stroked her hair, my fingers trailing down her spine before pressing between her legs. Surprisingly, she was wet, my fingers coated in her slick. “You liked that more than you let on,” I smirked.

Her body eagerly accepted my touch, her hips pressing back onto my fingers for more friction. And what was better, she didn’t have a response, which was an improvement, considering she always liked to have the last word. “Maybe I will fuck you. But seeing as I didn’t have dinner waiting for me, I’m starving,” I mused. I rolled her over on to her back before kneeling between her legs. Cora didn’t protest as I kissed across her inner thighs, her breaths shallower. I lapped at her wetness, my cock throbbing as Cora moaned for me.

“If this is supposed to be a part of my punishment, I don’t see a downside to it,” Cora said cockily. Ah, so I hadn’t completely beaten the brat out of her after all. I stopped and sat back on my knees. “Maybe I won’t get you off after all,” I replied. Cora whined at the loss of my tongue, “no, that’s not fair.” Smirking, I got to my feet and leant against the dresser, watching as she squirmed on the bed.

Opening the front of my trousers, I pulled my cock free before stroking it slowly, teasingly. Cora glared at me, her thighs rubbing together for relief. Desperation was becoming clear in her gaze, but she was too stubborn to beg. For now. “Y-you’re wasting a perfectly good opportunity to fuck me,” she said, although her voice didn’t sound as confident. “That’s your problem, not mine.” The more I teased myself, the more precum beaded at the tip. A small, pathetically needy sound left Cora’s throat as she continued to watch me.

“Maybe I’ll cum and leave you like this until you apologize. Such a waste though, and it may be just what we need to conceive. Oh well,” I taunted. I sped up my strokes, groaning softly. “No, don’t…” Cora swallowed her pride, “please,” she begged softly. I knew she could do better than that. Moaning louder, I made it look like I was close. “What? You're gonna need to speak up before I-“ “No, Ben, please! Don’t waste it, please put a baby in me,” she pleaded loud and clear.

That was more like it. I practically pounced on her, forcing her thighs apart before pushing into her. Cora moaned loud and needy as I pounded her into the mattress. Already I knew I wasn’t going to last long, not with all the teasing and build up. Within minutes, Cora’s walls started to clench around my cock. Reaching down, I rubbed her clit quickly, needing to feel her cum around me. “Cum. Cum for me,” I ordered.

Quickly I tipped her over the edge, Cora screaming my name as her legs shook from the pleasure as I fucked her through every wave. I soon followed her, cumming hard with a strangled groan. Once finished, I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting. Hesitantly, Cora craned her neck to kiss me softly. It seemed fucking the bratiness out of her had worked. Hopefully, she wouldn’t revert to her old ways too soon.

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Over the next three weeks, Cora didn’t slip up once. Laundry was non-existent, the house was always clean, including dishes, and dinner was always ready when I got home. Tonight, I had a little surprise for her, one that she would appreciate. Cora was in the kitchen, stood over the stove as she added more seasoning to the pan. We greeted each other with a kiss. “So, I have some news. I was finally able to talk the elders into allowing you to sit in on our weekly meetings. I know it’s not much, but it’s a step in the right direction,” I announced.

Cora practically beamed at me, thrilled by the news. She pulled me in for another kiss. “That’s great, thank you. I also have a surprise for you. It’s on the table.” A small rectangular box waited for me on the dinner table. Lifting the lid, I brought the contents closer to get a better look at it. Two lines meant I was currently looking at a positive pregnancy test. I looked up at her in disbelief, feeling a huge range of emotions.

She giggled softly, “I didn’t think it would render you speechless.” “We’re gonna have a baby.” “Yep. You're gonna be a daddy.” The main thing I felt was relief and joy. Going to her, I pulled her into a hug before kissing her. Whilst Cora’s belly showed no signs yet, it was a mixture of comforting and exciting to know my child was growing inside her.

“We’re going to need to make a start on the nursery,” I spoke. “I was already thinking pastel pink.” “Pink? You think it’s gonna be a girl?” “Maybe, why are you hoping for a boy?” She asked. Gender didn’t matter to me, it was more the starting a family aspect that appealed to me, something I used to think was impossible. “Honestly, I don’t care what we have. I’m just happy we can finally have the family I’ve always wanted.”

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Sanctify - Chapter 33 (Ben SoloxOC AU)

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Warnings: Cult stuff, Religious themes, Language, Murder, Violence, Fire, Gore, Mourning, Angst, Feels

Chapter 33

Cora

The day passed quickly as I did what I could to help with the pyre and then started on funeral arrangements for my father, although there was still a lot to plan. I had enough time to prepare dinner, although I’d been so wrapped up in my thoughts, I’d caught my thumb with the knife. Thankfully, it wasn’t too bad of a cut, nothing a band aid couldn’t fix. With half an hour to go, I headed to the lake where some of the flock had already gathered.

Ben was also there, going over any final details. I could tell he was anxious, and I couldn’t say I blamed him, this was his first major event as leader and my father hadn’t fully prepared him. He wanted to be seen as a good leader; he didn’t want the other elders questioning his authority. Going over to him, I laced my fingers with his and squeezed his hand. “You, okay?” He asked. “Are you?”

“I just don’t wanna risk fucking this up somehow,” Ben whispered. “You won’t, Father trusted you to marry me and continue his legacy. And whilst he didn’t have time to teach you everything, he taught you enough.” “Let’s hope so.” The rest of the flock had gathered, and it was time to start. Ben glanced at two of the armed guards and nodded. “Bring the traitor out,” he directed.

After ten minutes, Armitage was escorted to the pyre, glaring at Ben the entire time. “I’m not the only one who will pay for my sins,” he spat, “at least I won’t be around long enough to see you lead the flock to ruin.” I squeezed Ben’s hand again, hoping he wouldn’t listen. Armitage was restrained to the pyre, Ben and I preparing our torches. We had decided to do this together as a mark of our leadership.

“For killing our beloved leader, you will be punished for your crimes, for your sins, upon your death you will be cast into the flames of hell. May you be banished to the deepest circle of Hell for all eternity.” Ben declared. I swallowed, trying to clear the lump in my throat. I knew I should be happy that I was punishing Armitage for what he’d done, but it felt like a wound had been torn open, like I was mourning our friendship again as well as my father. Ben and I lit the pyre before I threw my torch at Armitage’s feet.

Ben and I stood back, one of his arms snaked around my waist to hold me close as we watched. The flames spread quickly, and it wasn’t long before Armitage shrieked and wailed from the pain. I forced myself to watch; I know I needed this so I can start to heal. But even now, knowing I had avenged my father, it still hurt. Only when his screaming stopped did a slight weight lift from my shoulders. Ben held me as he noticed my tears. “Its over and it’s gonna be okay, he can’t hurt us anymore,” Ben murmured.

The flock slowly dispersed now that Armitage was dead. The elders had agreed that his ashes didn’t deserve to be spread at the orchard, nothing good could grow from him. They would be disposed of differently. Ben made sure there was nothing else to be done before we went home. Over dinner, we discussed my father’s funeral arrangements. “Is there anything special we can do? Not only because it was your father, but because he was our leader,” Ben asked. “I’ve been trying to think of something all day. He never said anything about what he would want when he died. But I thought maybe we could split his ashes, so a part of him is in the orchard like everyone else, but then maybe a part of him could be in the church.”

“Not a bad idea. Kinda like he’s still watching over the flock, just he’s doing it with God now.” “Yeah.” Ben placed his hand over mine, and I took a deep breath to postpone another set of tears. Not only had Armitage ruined my wedding day, but he was also seemingly ruining the honeymoon period. “We’re supposed to be enjoying our time together, we’re supposed to be at that honeymoon stage where we’re so happy and in love. We would have christened every room of the house by now if it weren’t for him,” I managed a small laugh at the end.

“We still can, we’ll have our honeymoon stage, and I will fuck you on every surface in this house, let alone every room. We’re not going to know where our child was conceived,” he joked, “once this whole thing is over, we’ll make up everything we’ve had to put off, I promise.” “Maybe we could just have a couple of days away. Somewhere we can be alone, like a log cabin or something.” “I’ll bear it in mind.”

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The day of the funeral arrived, and I was already dressed, waiting in the kitchen for Ben. I probably looked as exhausted as I felt, but sleep had been difficult lately. And my stomach was already in knots that the mere thought of breakfast made me want to puke. Ben joined me around 7:30, dressed in an all-black suit, he greeted me with a soft kiss before making himself breakfast. “Have you eaten?” He asked. “No, I don’t want to.” “Okay, well, hydration is important, drink some water at least.”

Ben placed a glass in front of me, and I took a few mouthfuls. Hopefully, it would help settle my stomach. “Do I have to stay for all of the wake?” I asked. “You don’t have to, but it would look better if you did, considering it’s your father and we’re now in charge. If it’s too much, you can go. But I have to stay the entire time.” “I just don’t want it to be a pity party, I don’t want everyone giving me their condolences and reminding me he’s gone. They’ll be okay, they lost a leader, not a parent. You’ve already filled his shoes for them, you’ve made sure they aren’t lost and misguided like they all feared.”

He nodded understandingly, “I get it, the whole situation is shitty from how he died to what day it was. But we just have to make it through one more day and then it’s all over. I know you’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for, your father knew it too.” I didn’t feel strong at this moment; I didn’t know if I would ever feel strong again. But I’d do my best for today.

After breakfast, Ben and I headed for the church, which quickly filled with the rest of the flock. There was no coffin, no body, only an urn. The elders had cremated my father the day before. Ben made sure I was comfortable before he stood at the altar. “Thank you all for coming. Today is a day that’s come far too soon, one that none of us could ever have been prepared for. But our great leader shall be remembered, if anyone wishes to share any stories, now is the time,” Ben addressed the flock. One at a time, a good portion of the flock came to the front and shared their stories of my father and how he had affected their lives.

I knew I had to say something, father would want me too. I’d gone over various speeches in my head for the past week, even written some parts down. Forcing myself to my feet, I stood before the flock. The words I’d written seemed stupid now. “Today I bury not only our leader, but my father. And whilst he was not my father by blood, he proved that sometimes family is what we make, not what we are born into. As all of you have said, he was taken too soon, and I couldn’t agree more. I hope I can make him proud with my skills as a leader, a homemaker and hopefully in the future a mother,” my voice wavered, “thank you all for coming and sharing your stories.”

Quickly I sat back down, Ben giving my knee and small, comforting squeeze before he closed the service. All of us prayed silently before we moved on to the next part. Ben led me out of the church and to the orchard, where a spot had already been freshly dug. Half of my father's ashes were added, as was the apple seed I had chosen. I filled in the hole with my hands before watering the area. Another prayer was shared before one-by-one members of the flock went to the lake.

It had been my idea to hold the wake there; it was better to have it out in the open instead of at our home where I would feel trapped. I took a seat at the head table, and it wasn’t long before people started coming up to me, offering their condolences and giving me fucking casserole recipes. Ben is also swarmed by mourners, and he does his best to stay calm and kind. Some women told me they’d already left dishes outside the house, so we didn’t have to worry about cooking. I understood they had good intentions, but I just wanted to be left alone.

Ben finally got away and sit with me, lacing his fingers with mine. “There’s a buffet if you want something to eat. Even if it’s a few bites,” Ben offered. I practically jumped at the chance to go with Ben to the buffet table, thankful he was saving me from Mrs Morgan, who had been talking at me for the last half an hour. “Yeah, I’ll come with you.”

Ben and I quickly went to the buffet table and gathered a few things to eat. “I’m regretting what I said earlier about staying the whole time,” Ben spoke. We chose to stand as we ate so hopefully, we wouldn’t be forced to converse anymore. Mrs Matthews didn’t get the hint, however, pulling me into an awkward embrace and stroking my hair. “You poor thing, such a horrible thing to happen on your wedding day. Armitage will be burning in hell for this,” she said.

I could feel a scream building and bit down on my lip to stop it emerging as I gripped my paper plate hard enough that the edge was crushed. Ben thankfully intervened, stepping uncomfortably close so she would back off. “Mrs Mathews, it was an unfortunate thing to happen, but it’s best we try to think only of the good. The day is already tainted. Let’s not dwell and cause further damage,” Ben said firmly. Mrs Mathews stepped back, giving me room to breathe. “Of course not, my apologies, I didn’t intend for it to come across that way.”

Slamming my empty plate down on the nearest surface, I then stormed off to the surrounding woods. Ben followed, running after me until he caught up. “Do you want to be alone right now?” He asked. “I just want to be with you. I can’t deal with anymore of that.” Ben and I walked in a comfortable silence, hand in hand, doing a lap of the lake before he let us go home early.

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Bloodlust - Kylo RenxOC (Vampire AU) Halloween Challenge 2021

Cora is offered to Kylo Ren as a gift so he will stop draining the blood of her towns livestock. Kylo Ren has been seeking an eternal bride for centuries and Cora's practically gift wrapped.

Week one of my Halloween challenge. The theme is obviously vampires!

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Cora

Lightning illuminated the sky for a few seconds, followed by the deep rumble of thunder, the sound drowning out my screams and pleas. The townspeople had turned on me, now carrying my struggling form up the desolate hill. At the top was where the beast lived, in his dark and dreary manor. Any normal person would have thought such a place would have been uninhabited, but we had learnt the truth that hard way. Every night, the beast would venture out under the cover of darkness and drain our livestock of blood. They were rumours that the beast took the form of a man, but the more people speculated, the more outrageous the descriptions became. Some of them claimed he could take the form of a bat or a huge black dog.

And now the same people I had lived with all my life had turned on me, thinking sacrificing a pure young woman to the beast would sate its hunger for much longer. No matter how much I struggled or pleaded to be let go, nobody would free me or take pity on me. Nobody was going to change their mind. I suppose I had been the easy pick, being an orphan. Nobody would miss me; nobody would fight for me. We came to a stop before the manor, the building silent, which only made it more unnerving. Even the thunder and lightning had stopped. There was a moment’s hesitation as the town’s leaders decided who should knock.

One of them was finally brave enough to step forward. Before he could even reach the doors, however, one of them slowly creaked open to reveal only darkness inside. The door had seemingly opened on its own, which only made the townspeople more fearful. Eventually, the men holding me found their courage and forced me inside before closing the door. I tried the handle, finding it somehow locked before hammering my fists on the wood, pleading for them to let me out, to not leave me here. But the door stayed closed, they had abandoned me. Tears rolled down my cheeks, whether it be from fear, anger or anguish, I couldn’t tell. It was likely a mix of all three.

There was a sound from behind me before the room was suddenly illuminated, the candles now lit, the lamps now burning. Quickly, I turned to face my attacker, my eyes darting around the lavish empty room. Nothing. It was toying with me; it wanted to drag this out for its own amusement. Before me was a grand staircase that led to the next floor, the carpet red, clean and tidy. The interior of the manor did not match the exterior at all. There were a few other doorways that led deeper into the manor, but if I wanted to survive, it would be best to stay put for now.

At the top of the staircase emerged a man, tall and broad. He descended the staircase, all of my instincts telling me to run, but my fear had me rooted to the spot. The man was dressed in all black, his clothes that of a man with a lot of money. He had shoulder length black wavy hair, a large angular nose, a strong jawline, plush pink lips and a sprinkling of freckles and moles across his face. He looked mostly human, nor could I deny he was handsome. Until I met his gaze and noticed his pupils were red. The man stood before me, looking down at me curiously. Bashfully, I glanced down at my feet instead, suddenly more subconscious that I was before a stranger in my nightgown.

“I’ve never had guests this time of night,” he spoke, “although judging by the angry mob outside, I’m guessing you weren’t exactly a willing participant.” This took me off guard. Why hadn’t he killed me yet? Why was he still dragging this out? “They think gifting me a pretty girl will make me leave them alone? How barbaric,” he continued. His eyes raked over my form, making me shrink back further against the door. He chuckled softly at my shyness. “Dont be afraid, I don’t wish to harm you even if draining you dry would be tempting. I think I can find other uses for you, ones that you might even enjoy. What is your name?”

Hesitantly, I met his gaze, “Cora. My name is Cora.” “I am Kylo Ren. Do you know what a vampire is, Cora?” I nodded once, “somewhat. I know you need to blood to survive, and sunlight can hurt you.” “Correct. But there’s much more to it than that. Much for you to learn.” “To learn?” Kylo cupped my cheek, forcing my gaze on him once more. Something about his gaze this time drew me in further, made it so I couldn’t look away. Kylo smiled, his thumb tracing over my lips.

“It’s been centuries since I’ve had female company,” Kylo mused, “and they sent you to me gift wrapped in white, too. A fitting colour for a bride.” I knew I should protest; I should run from him, but my body refused to move. Marrying him would be better than having him kill me. But a lifetime tied to this monster? That I’d only just met? “I sense doubt within you. I understand it’s a big commitment, but once I gift you with eternal life, you will be able to use your newfound strength to seek revenge on those who wronged you. Wouldn’t you want that? To stop them from doing this to another poor girl?” Kylo asked.

Before I had a chance to think about it, I found myself agreeing. It felt as if I wasn’t in control of myself anymore. “Yes,” I replied. Kylo picked me up bridal style and although some distant voice in my head told me to resist and struggle, my body didn’t follow those instructions. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I relaxed into his hold. There was a sense of security and safety with him instead of the fear and uncertainty I had previously felt. Maybe he was telling the truth, maybe he wasn’t just saying these things to lull me into a false sense of security. Kylo carried me upstairs and down the hall to what I assumed was his bedroom.

The bedroom was large, fit for royalty. The bed sat in the centre of the room and was large, round, with plenty of silken sheets and pillows. Tapestries lined the walls and fur rugs littered the floor. Kylo put me down at the foot of the bed, his hands on my hips and his chest pressed against mine. Up this close, he was even more handsome, and I found myself getting lost further in his eyes. Any doubts in my head seemed to be silenced. Kylo leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was slow and passionate, everything I had dreamed of for a first kiss. Heat spread across my cheeks and a new heat spread between my legs.

Kylo pulled me in closer as he deepened the kiss whilst his fingers tangled through my hair. When he pulled away, I only felt more ready to do anything this man asked of me. Kylo kissed his way across my cheek, down my jawline and to my neck. There was a moment of pause before there was something sharp against my neck. The pain I felt passed quickly as Kylo drank from me eagerly. Eventually he pulled away, his gaze hungrier than before. “You taste divine, never have I tasted blood as sweet as yours,” Kylo spoke softly.

Before I could respond, he kissed me again, hungrier this time, almost possessive. His hands travelled to the front of my nightgown, pulling apart the bow at the front. He pulled the bodice open before pushing the white gown down my shoulders. It fell into a pile at my feet, my body now bare and exposed to him. I knew I should protest, covering my body from his greedy gaze, but modesty didn’t seem to matter anymore. He wanted me, and I was powerless to resist. Nor did I want to. Nothing was left for me out there, the people in my town had made that very clear. And yet here was this man who would gift me the power to destroy those who had wronged me, all for a taste of my blood.

Kylo’s hands ghosted down my sides to my hips as his eyes raked over my form. His touch made my skin form goosebumps, he was being so gentle as if I was something delicate, something fragile. “Lay down for me,” he instructed. After making myself comfortable on the bed, I watched as Kylo undressed himself. He really was good to look at. Every part of him was so defined, like he’d been sculpted from marble. I wanted to touch him, feel his skin on mine. I wanted to be his. For eternity. Kylo followed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. “Someone as beautiful as you deserves to be worshiped,” Kylo murmured.

Kylo kissed me once more before making another trail with his lips, this time going further than my neck. He kissed across the swell of my breasts, pausing to suck my nipples between his plush lips. There was a brief sharpness from his fangs before he drank from me again. This time, it was more pleasurable, forcing a soft moan from me as I threaded my fingers through his long, silky hair. He soon moved on, kissing down my stomach to my hips, where he briefly stopped for more blood.

The heat between my legs had grown to an ache that I was desperate for him to soothe. Ignoring my impatient whines, Kylo moved down to my thighs, kissing across them before sinking his teeth into the supple flesh. My hips bucked and his grip tightened to keep me still. Once finished, he moved to rest between my legs, spreading them further before lapping at my wetness. Never did I imagine I could feel such pleasure from a man. I threw my head back against the pillows, moaning louder as he continued pleasuring me with his tongue.

Kylo groaned at my taste, now focusing his attention on my sensitive bundle of nerves. He seemed hungrier than before, as if my blood hadn’t been enough to sate his hunger. Gently, he slipped a finger into my tightness, working me open before he added a second digit. My moans grew louder, as did my pleasure, my grip on his hair getting tighter. It was all so much at once and yet not enough. Kylo curled his fingers inside me, his name falling from my lips.

Something was quickly building deep in my belly, and after a few more moments, the pleasure became overwhelming. My hips bucked and my free hand fisted the silken sheets as I cried out my release. Kylo worked me through every wave before sucking his fingers clean. “I cannot decide what tastes better, your blood or your cunt,” Kylo mused, “but I would gladly feast on either for hours.” Kylo leaned down to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his tongue. “I’ve tasted you, now it’s your turn to taste me,” he spoke, pulling away from me.

Sitting back on his knees, Kylo bit into his own wrist before offering it to me. Blood slowly seeped from the wound, a drop threatening to be wasted on the sheets. The sight didn’t repulse me; I was instead curious. Taking hold of his wrist, I licked the red trails clean. One taste and I was hooked, I needed more. Wrapping my mouth around the wound, I eagerly drank down every drop of blood he offered me. Kylo murmured words of praise as he stroked my hair with his free hand.

All too soon, Kylo tried to pull his wrist from me, stating I’d had enough. Ignoring him, I refused to let go and continued to drink from him. “Cora, enough!” He declared, raising his voice. Realizing I still wasn’t going to stop, he wrapped his free hand around my neck and pushed me back down against the pillows. The two puncture wounds on his wrist healed quickly, the skin showing no marks of any previous wounds. However, that did nothing to stop my sudden new hunger. “I want more,” I protested.

Smirking, Kylo continued to hold me in place, although his free hand was back between my legs to reawaken another hunger. “More? Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He teased. “Please,” I begged. Although at this point, I wasn’t sure what I was begging for anymore, more pleasure or more blood. I just needed something, some more of him.

Kylo pressed his cock to my wet entrance, coating himself in my juices and teasing both of us more. With a newfound strength, I pulled Kylo down for a heated kiss. He accepted the kiss, slowly pushing into me. My nails dragged across his back as I moaned loud from the new pleasure, from feeling so full. Kylo released his hold on my neck, now gripping my hips as he started a slow pace. He savoured every push and pull, every drag of his cock against my walls as he leaned down to kiss across my neck and collar. The affection and passion from him made me feel like I was made to be worshiped. Never had a man made me feel so desired.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him closer, revelling in the feeling of his skin against mine. Kylo’s pace quickened as he groaned against my neck. My nails dug into his biceps, leaving small crescent-shaped indents as I moaned his name. My second orgasm was building quickly, but I needed something more to push me over the edge. Kylo, having quickly learnt how my body worked, reached between us to rub my clit in small circles. Pleasure consumed me, every one of my nerve’s endings singing with ecstasy. I could only moan Kylo’s name over and over as he worked me through every wave until he, too, reached his own climax with a guttural groan.

Kylo lay beside me, stroking my hair with a soft smile across his face. Even though I was tired yet satisfied, I still wanted more. He sensed this, his smile growing a little as he softly chuckled. “Rest. You’ll need it, when you wake up, things will be different,” he explained, “but we have all of eternity together now.”

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Sanctify - Chapter 31 (Ben SoloxOC AU)

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Warnings: Cult stuff, Religious themes, Language, Bedding ceremony, Smut, Sex, Loss of virginity, Slight breeding kink, Vaginal fingering, Voyerism, Public sex, Major character death, Murder, Blood, Violence

Chapter 31

Cora

After eight months of planning and preparing, the morning of my wedding had finally arrived. Saying I was excited was an understatement, I’d been dreaming of this day since I was a little girl. After showering, I dried my hair and left it down and wavy. My dress hung on the back of my bedroom door, a floor length white gown with lace appliques covering my sleeves and the bottom of my dress. Once it was on, I added my veil and shoes before admiring myself in the mirror.

Grabbing my bouquet of wildflowers, I then headed downstairs where father was waiting for me. He smiled proudly, taking my hands in his. “You look beautiful,” he complimented. Linking arms, he then led me through the streets to the chapel, where everyone was inside waiting. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, excited nerves before we stepped inside. The church had been decorated with white ribbons and assortments of white flowers.

And there, at the end of the aisle, was Ben. His smile grew at the sight of me, the rest of the flock rising from their seats. Father walked me down the aisle before lifting my veil and handing me to Ben. His fingers laced with mine as he looked at me in awe. Whilst it had been Father’s duty to lead me down the aisle, it was also his duty to lead the ceremony.

We went through our vows before exchanging rings. Then came the bonding process, Ben was handed the blade first. Making a cut across his palm, he then passed the knife to me. Doing the same, we then joined hands once more, our grip tight so that our blood would mix. Father then declared us married and we could share our first kiss as a married couple. Ben pressed his lips to mine gently before he wiped away my tears of happiness. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you too.”

Ben led me back down the aisle and outside where a reception had been set up near the lake, including the area where the bedding ceremony would take place. We were still nervous about the audience aspect of the ceremony. If we had been allowed to procreate our marriage in the privacy of our home, we would both feel differently about it. Everyone seemed in high spirits except for Armitage, who lingered near the back, looking miserable. But I would not let him ruin my day.

Ben and I shared our first dance together before guests could help themselves to the buffet table. Father and Ben made speeches before it was time for the final tradition. Gently, I squeezed Ben’s hand, internally praying for courage. Now I understood why brides always seemed nervous when it came to this part.

For all our lives leading up to this moment, we were taught to keep our bodies covered, as it could tempt others and lead to sin. Yet the moment we were married, we were expected to bare all in front of the flock, to share a moment with them that was supposed to be kept between a husband and wife. The only positive factor was that my father wouldn’t be watching, nor did Ben and I have any family that could watch.

Ben hesitantly guided us to the bed, doing our best to ignore the stares of the flock. Our kisses were soft and unsure at first, both of us had to fool the flock in believing we hadn’t been even slightly intimate before. I just prayed my first time wouldn’t hurt like most brides. Ben turned me round so he could unzip my dress, placing gentle kisses to my neck and spine. Turning back to face Ben, I undressed him. Giving him my undivided attention helped to ignore those around us.

Helping me out of my dress, Ben lay me on the bed before joining me. He did his best to cover my body with his own from our audience, his lips trailing across my neck once more. I let him take the lead and guide me, knowing I had to be more submissive the first time. The husband was always the one in charge, always rushing to get to the good part. But Ben was taking enough time with me to make me relax. He lapped and sucked at my nipples, heat pooling between my legs.

Reaching between us, I stroked his half hard cock, trying to not seem too familiar with the appendage. Ben had made his way back to my lips, sighing softly against them, his fingers gliding between my lower folds. He focused on my clit for a few moments, coaxing a soft moan from me before slipping his fingers lower. Pushing two fingers into me, Ben focused on working me open so he wouldn’t hurt me later.

Even if he was ensuring he didn’t hurt me, I knew I still had to pretend there was some pain like previous brides. Meeting his gaze, I gave him a small nod to let him know I was ready to continue, we couldn’t take too long with the foreplay. There had been previous newlyweds who hadn’t a clue foreplay existed. The anticipation and excitement built further as Ben teased my entrance with the head of his cock.

Finally, he slowly pushed into me, gasping at the sensation of my warm, tight, wet walls stretching to accommodate his cock. Biting down on my lip, I held back from moaning at the feeling. Instead, I gripped the sheets beneath me and let out an audible wince, hoping I was convincing enough for the flock. However, the deeper he pushed into me, the harder it became not to be vocal with my pleasure. Ben muffled my moan with another kiss, his fingers lacing with mine.

His pace was slow at first, ensuring I didn’t feel any pain or discomfort. We both knew the first time needed to be over quickly, so we didn’t have the flock watching any longer than necessary. Besides, once Ben carried me over the threshold of our home, we could do this again, alone, take our time and try different things. Ben’s pace picked up as I wrapped my legs around his waist, forcing him that little bit deeper.

Reaching between us, Ben rubbed my clit in circles, forcing louder moans from me. I knew most wives faked their orgasms, especially when it came to the bedding ceremony, but it was clear I didn’t need to worry about faking mine. Ben was determined to leave me satisfied, too. I squeezed my hand as my climax continued to build until finally that familiar overwhelming pleasure washed over me. My nails dug into Ben’s bicep as I cried out his name.

Ben followed, burying his face in my neck to muffle his curses. There was a flicker of arousal in my belly at the feeling of his cum inside me. Ben swept hair out of my face and leaned down to kiss me passionately. The moment was interrupted by applause from the flock, Ben mouthing ‘what the fuck’ to me. I couldn’t help but giggle awkwardly, thankful they stopped quickly. Ben pulled out, but I remained where I was, crossing my legs to try to keep his cum inside me a little longer in the hopes it would take. The sooner we had our first child, the better.

Ben and I redressed before the festivities started once more. Ben was eyeing up the wedding cake, already the third tier had already been served. “I’m going to find father, save us some cake,” I smiled. “Hang on, I’ll grab some for him now.” Ben had three slices wrapped up in napkins before we headed to the chapel. Opening the door, I screamed at the sight before me.

My father lay in a pool of his own blood before the altar, barely clinging to life. Armitage had him pinned down, one hand on the ceremonial blade which was embedded in my father’s chest. Judging by the blood on Armitage’s hands and clothes, he had stabbed him more than once. Armitage looked up at us, regret and fear in his eyes. Ben dropped the cake, running forward and throwing Armitage off my father.

Following Ben, I knelt beside my father and started to perform CPR. But the pressure I applied on his chest on forced more blood from his wounds now covering my own hands and dress. It was too late; the life had faded from his eyes. A loud sob tore free, echoing off the walls of the chapel. In Ben and Armitage’s scuffle, Armitage had dropped the blade he had used to murder my father. He had to pay for what he had done, for everything he had done.

Wrapping my hand around the sticky handle, I got to my feet. Ben wrapped his arms around me, hauling me off my feet to stop me. I struggled against him, kicking my legs and trying to wriggle free. “Cora, no!” Ben protested. “He deserves to die! Let go of me!” Ben only tightened his grip on me as Armitage back away in fear. He couldn’t run, someone would see him, and the blood was a giveaway. “He will pay for what he’s done, I promise you. But we have to do this the right way,” Ben said firmly.

Even if he was right, I still wanted to tear Armitage limb from limb. And I would have my moment to hurt him in the way he had hurt me. Slowly, I stopped struggling and only then did Ben set me down. I tossed the knife at Armitage’s feet, looking at him with pure loathing. “I will personally see to it that God punishes you for this,” I spat, “on my fucking wedding day?! You just have to ruin everything for me, don’t you, Armitage!”

Outside, I could hear some of the flock coming to investigate the screaming. Going back to my father’s body, I cradled him and resumed my hysterical sobbing. Those who were first on the scene didn’t need to ask what had happened. Their leader had been murdered, the murderer and weapon only mere feet from me. Armitage was quickly restrained, and they looked to be Ben for guidance. He was our leader now.

“Take him to his house and keep him there. I want someone on every door to make sure he doesn’t try to run. By the morning, I will decide what to do with this traitor,” Ben ordered. The men carried Armitage away before Ben was at my side once more. I’d never lost anyone before, not like this. This was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life and Armitage had stained it with my father’s blood. Every wedding anniversary Ben and I shared would be marked by my father’s death.

Ben placed a hand over mine, not caring about the blood, before I laced our fingers together. Was this God’s way of punishing us for our lust before marriage? To send Armitage of all people to take my father from me. I hadn’t even been able to say goodbye or tell him how much I had loved him or how thankful I was for all he had done for me. I wasn’t ready to let go yet. After praying over his body, I allowed other members of the flock to take his body. They assured me they would be as careful as possible with his body and the blood would be cleaned up by morning.

I would need to make funeral preparations, but all I could think about was ways I could make Armitage suffer. Ben wrapped his arms around me as I cried into his shoulder. Stroking my hair, Ben let me cry it out for as long as I needed.

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Ritual - Kylo RenxOC (Witch AU) Halloween Challenge 2021 (Part 1/3)

Snoke has resorted to older methods to make Kylo Rens' connection with the dark side stronger and captures a Nightsister (OC). But the witch has a different plan for Kylo Ren.

Week 3 of my Halloween challenge and this week's theme is witches! I've always wanted to do a little Nightsister Cora AU so here it is.

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Warnings: Language, Sexual references, Teasing, Alcohol, Kidnaping, Violence

Part 1

Cora

Slowly I came round, waking on something hard and cold. My head throbbed, and it took a little while for my vision to focus. But even when it did come into focus, I couldn’t make out where I was, only that I was in a large cage, covered by a simple sheet. The last thing I remembered was a group of six masked figures disturbing me mid ritual. I’d tried to defend myself, but I was severely outnumbered. And now I was here, being transported to who knew where?

Eventually, the cage was picked up and carried. Closing my eyes, I attempted to use my magick to at least unlock my restraints. However, it seemed my captors had taken extra precautions and the cuffs likely had been made with an extra special ingredient. Ysalamiri blood. The lizards were known for being able to block a force user’s abilities. And whilst I wasn’t a Jedi or a Sith, I still used the force.

The cage was placed down but still not uncovered. The floor beneath me was a smooth black reflective tile, expensive looking. “Go on, open your gift,” came a male’s voice. Gift? That’s what I was? They were lucky I couldn’t use my magick right now. The cover was lifted off the cage by a tall, broad figure dressed in all black, similar to the ones who had captured me, although this was likely their leader.

The male who had previously spoken was tall, lanky, disfigured, and dressed in a gold robe. He sat upon a throne, a guard on either side of him. “A Night Sister? I thought they had been wiped out back in the clone wars?” The masked figure spoke. “Not every coven, a few survived. After your continued failures we need to try other methods.” There was obvious tension between the two of them, tension I could likely use to my advantage.

“You are aware Darth Maul used Night Sister magick to become stronger, as did his brother,” the disfigured one spoke. This definitely caught my attention, few people knew about that, only those more aligned with the dark side. The disfigured one must be the master, and the other was the apprentice. Failing apprentice, apparently. Meaning he was likely to do just about anything to please his master, which could definitely work in my favour. “I am. And I’m willing to try this method,” the apprentice replied.

They were deluded if they thought I would perform any rituals for them. I wasn’t going to get anything out of this, so it was hardly a fair bargain. The apprentice unlocked the cage and opened it, waiting for me to get out. I remained where I was, determined to be difficult. “Out, or I’ll drag you out,” he threatened. He waited a few seconds before making a grab for my hair. Instead of letting him fist my hair, I bit down hard on his gloved fingers. The apprentice snatched his hand back before striking me across the face. His master chuckled, amused at my defiance. “It seems your first challenge will be to tame her instead,” he said.

“Fine, you want to act like an animal? You’ll be treated like one,” the apprentice growled at me. He resealed the cage and ordered his men to move me to his quarters. The cage was picked up again by two of the masked men before I was taken down a set of hallways and into a large living space. The cage remained locked. Eventually, the apprentice returned, sitting opposite the cage. “What is your name?” He asked. “I think you should be the one giving your name first if you want me to do anything for you.”

He hesitated, doing a poor attempt to hide his annoyance. “Kylo Ren,” he finally answered. It was tempting to continue to be difficult, but if he could give a little, then so could I. “Cora,” I replied. Kylo unlocked my cage, letting me get out on my own terms this time. Once out, I offered the cuffs to him, hoping he’d be stupid enough to take them off. He chuckled and shook his head. “I have no reason to trust you yet, as you have no reason to trust me. The cuffs will stay on for now,” Kylo said. “They can’t stay on forever if you want me to work with you. Your master likely wants this done soon rather than later, otherwise that will be another failure on your part.”

Kylo used the force to throw me against the nearest wall and choke me. “Carful, witch. I can use other methods to make you more compliant,” Kylo growled before releasing me. I couldn’t help but laugh, “so easy to rile up. But I hate to break it to you, beating me into submission will only ensure I curse you instead. You want me to use magick to make you stronger, then you're going to learn to play nice.”

This time, instead of using the force, he wrapped his hand around my throat, invading my personal space as an intimidation tactic. “Your not used to having to stay on the good side of a prisoner, are you? None of your force tricks will work on me, beating me or threatening to kill me won’t get you what you want either,” I smirked. He knew I was right, even if I was a prisoner, I had the most power here. With a frustrated growl, he let me go.

“What do you want?” He asked. I held up my cuffed wrists again, “and then I want a bath. And wine and cloudberries.” His fists clenched at his sides, “you're not some kind of princess, nor is this a vacation.” “I know, but I am the one calling the shots. Is a massage out of the question? I can imagine those big, strong hands are good at working out all kinds of knots and kinks,” I teased, taking one of his hands in mine.

He snatched his hand back, disgusted and a little flustered by my request. Could he make it more obvious he didn’t have female company often? “Relax,” I said, “or do you need help with that too because I have a few ideas-“ “Enough!” Kylo produced a small key before unlocking my restraints. Much better. Instead of cursing him like he expected, I searched for the bathroom. “I’m guessing for sleeping arrangements I’ll be taking the couch,” I called over my shoulder. “Obviously. But I will put you back in your cage if I have to,” Kylo replied.

I bet the cuffs would go back on and he’d even gag me, too. Once the bath was filled, I removed my clothes and slipped into the warm water. Only when the water grew cold did I get out and change back into my clothes. After drying my hair, I left it down and headed back out into the living area. Kylo had giving into my other requests, a bottle of wine and cloudberries on the table. Taking a seat, I popped a berry into my mouth and poured myself a glass, although I soon noticed there was only one glass. “Your not joining me?” I asked. “I don’t drink.”

I nodded in understanding, drinking sometimes affected one’s force abilities. Taking a sip, I studied him. I wondered if he ever took that helmet off and what he looked like. “Won’t you at least sit with me? They say it’s good to bond with your captor,” I asked. Kylo sighed, the sound coming out as static through the helmet’s voice modulator. But he relented and sat opposite me, his arms folded across his chest. “So if I do use my magick to make you stronger, will you let me go? Or will you kill me?” I questioned. “Providing you don’t get on my nerves too much; I will let you go.” “I’ll bear that in mind.”

Over the next week, Kylo only relaxed around me a little, but some improvement was better than none. It was becoming more obvious just how strained his relationship with Snoke was, Kylo always so eager to please him. Some days he’d returned with injuries that I’d offered to heal using magick, but he still didn’t trust me enough for that. Nor was I trusted to be alone at any time, so when he was otherwise occupied, I was babysat by at least two of his so-called knights. None of them were good at holding a conversation. Not that it would matter in the long run. I had other plans for their master.

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Sanctify - Chapter 30 (Ben SoloxOC AU)

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Warnings: Cult stuff, Religious themes, Language, Violence, Flogging, Depression, Eventual fluff, Angst, Feels, A lot happens in this chapter

Chapter 30

Ben Solo

Snoke didn’t arrive back at the house until just before curfew. It was obvious he was hungry and tired from working at my house all day. Going back had completely slipped my mind, considering what had happened with Armitage. Snoke went straight to the kitchen, finding his dinner portion and shoving a forkful of pasta in his mouth, waving at me so he didn’t talk with his mouthful. I just hoped he wasn’t mad at me for not coming back to help at the house. Plus, I wanted to ask a few questions, ones that I would need to tread carefully around.

“Sorry I wasn’t back at the house today; some stuff came up,” I apologized. “Its fine, we managed. Everything back here, okay? Cora’s, okay?” “Yeah, everything’s fine. She wanted to get an early night. I have some questions, just some hypothetical stuff, for when I take over.” “What would you like to know?” Snoke took a seat with me at the kitchen table, still eating his dinner.

“When I take over, I need to know how to punish the flock should they ever need it. Say, for example, a couple were committing the sin of lust before they were officially wed. Perhaps not actual sex, but other things. How should I handle that situation?” I asked. “Such urges must be resisted, Ben. Imagine if you and Cora have a daughter and you find out a man has tainted her flesh before she’s wed, wouldn’t you want justice? One sexual encounter invites lust into a woman’s heart, and she’ll want more. One sin always leads to another. And if they wish to burn in the heat of their sin, then so be it, they will burn.”

I did my best to remain calm on the outside, not wanting to act suspicious. But I prayed our secret never got out, otherwise Cora and I would burn as Brendol had. “Makes sense. And what about things like attempted murder, say someone tried to kill another out of jealousy? What would I do? Would it be the same as what happened to Brendol?” “An eye for an eye. Unless it is self-defence. Crimes like that mean the person is past the point of forgiveness amongst us, but perhaps God will forgive them,” Snoke explained.

“Of course. Thank you, I guess this stuff was just playing on my mind and you were the best person for answers. Besides Coras not taken the delay of our engagement well.” I felt the need to form an excuse for her just in case she seemed off tomorrow. Last thing we needed was her father asking too many questions. Snoke nodded in understanding. “Makes sense. She’ll get over it though, we’re working on the house as fast as we can,” Snoke replied. “I told her that. I’ll be there to help tomorrow.”

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The next morning, after getting ready for the day, I headed downstairs to find only Snoke in the kitchen. Cora wasn’t awake yet? It’s not like I could go up to check on her with Snoke here, either. Snoke didn’t seem impressed with her sleeping in. “Unless she’s ill, she better have a good excuse for being late. She’s going to miss morning mass at this rate. Then I’m going to have to waste time to do it with her later when I could be working on your house,” Snoke said, clearly exasperated.

“Could I not do it? Surely, it’s something I’m going to need to learn eventually, why not now?” I asked. Snoke considered it for a few seconds, likely weighing the pros and cons. “That’s not a bad idea, Ben. I’m glad to see you taking a potential leadership role so seriously.” “I just want what’s best for the flock.” After breakfast we headed to morning mass. Armitage sat in his usual spot, refusing to meet my gaze.

He was lucky we were in church, otherwise I would have laid into him again. It was a good thing Cora wasn’t here; she didn’t need to see him yet. Once service was over, I headed back to the house to check on Cora. Making her breakfast, I headed upstairs to find her still in bed. Dark circles lined her eyes, meaning she hadn’t slept well last night. She forced a smile at the sight of breakfast and sat up. “You didn’t need to do that,” she spoke, “thank you.” “You missed morning mass, but I said to your father I’d go over it with you, so you didn’t completely miss out. But if you have a day off, I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

She smiled softly, a genuine one this time, before forcing herself to eat a mouthful of breakfast. Likely to keep me from pushing it on her. “Still feeling shitty?” I asked. “Yeah. It feels like I’m mourning a loss even though he’s still alive.” “I get it, and in a way, you're right. You are mourning a loss. When Poe left, a part of me had to wrestle with the fact the one person who had stuck with me through the bad eventually gave up on me like everyone else. But I had you. And I promise I will help you through this.”

Her smile grew slightly, my fingers lacing with hers. I’d do anything to make her truly happy again. “I’m gonna be at the house all day, so is there anything else you need before I go?” I asked. “No. I’ll be okay.” “Try having a shower and eat. It’ll help. I love you.” “I love you too.” I kissed her softly before leaving her too it. Down at the house, a lot of the debris had already been cleared and even Armitage was helping. But even if this was his way of saying sorry, it wasn’t good enough. Nothing was.

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Cora’s next cleansing had arrived and the two of us were very anxious. If someone felt Cora was holding back, they would keep the cleansing going until she confessed. Dressed in a floor length white skirt and backless white long-sleeved shirt, Cora held my hand as I led her up the steps of the church. The shirt had to be backless for the women of the flock, so they could still be flogged, whereas the men had it easier and could just be shirtless.

Entering the chapel, Cora and I paused. Armitage was waiting with Snoke, meaning he was partaking in Cora’s cleansing. We should have seen it coming, as he was keen on taking his father’s role. Cora’s grip on my hand tightened in fear. Squeezing her hand to offer comfort, I forced us forward. Armitage was going to out both of us here and now in not only the eyes of God but also Snoke.

I would do what I had to ensure Cora, and I lived through this. Even if it meant leaving, even if it meant I was the one who was punished for our sins, and she was spared. “Is there anything I’ll have to do?” I asked. Internally, I prayed I wouldn’t be the one to hurt Cora, I wouldn’t be able to go through with it. “You’ve been impressing me so far with your attitude to leading the flock, I thought I might let you lead this and to step in if you felt she hadn’t given a full confession. Not that we’ve ever had a problem with Cora,” Snoke explained.

Cora knelt in the same spot I had done for my first cleansing, keeping her gaze low to hide her tears. Armitage picked up the flogger, ready to begin when instructed. As Snoke’s back was turned, she met Armitage’s gaze, pleading silently with him. My heart was pounding so loud I’m surprised nobody else could hear it, Armitage was in complete control here and we had to pray he wouldn’t push her to confess everything. But Cora may not be able to endure the pain he inflicted on her. As if he hadn’t already inflicted enough.

Her gaze returned to the floor so her father wouldn’t see her guilty tears. “Look at it this way, Ben. If you can cleanse your future wife, then you can cleanse anyone,” Snoke continued. Nausea had filled my stomach, but I forced myself to nod in agreement. Whilst Armitage was in control of her pain, I was in control of when this was over. And if he wanted to be in her good graces again, he would keep his mouth shut. Taking a bible from Snoke, I opened it to the page that had been marked.

“Confess your sins and repent, then you shall receive forgiveness,” I began before reading the passage that had been marked, “whoever conceals their sins does not prosper, but the one who confesses and renounces them finds mercy.” Cora took a deep breath, likely to calm her nerves as Armitage took his place behind her. “I confess on the day of Ascension that I was glad when Mary was picked in the lottery. And I was even more glad to do the honours of burning her,” Cora confessed.

I didn’t doubt her words, nor did Snoke or Armitage. I’m sure a lot of the flock were pleased to see Mary’s name picked from the lottery box. “Repent then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the lord,” I read the next marked verse aloud. Armitage brought the flogger down on Cora’s back, forcing her to cry out from the pain. At that moment, I would have done anything to trade places with her.

“I confess that I have been wrathful lately, knowing we have to wait longer before we can get engaged and then married. I have even taken it out on those closest to me,” Cora continued. Armitage hit her again, seemingly harder this time. Cora shrieked, her body crumpling forward. She picked herself up on shaky hands; her gaze staying on the tiled floor beneath her. “I…I confess that I’ve had impure thoughts recently…about you, Ben.” My heart seized for a second, praying to God and other deity that existed that Snoke wouldn’t become suspicious.

“We have sinned and done wrong. We have been wicked and have rebelled; we have turned away from your commands and laws,” I recited. The third strike comes quickly from Armitage, this one harder than the last. Cora’s scream echoed through the empty church, and I prayed I would never have to hear such a sound from her again. Closing her eyes, Cora breathed deeply to try and work through the pain. “My thoughts have tempted me, but I’ve never given into them,” she added.

“Repent. Repent and you will be forgiven, welcome into the kingdom of heaven where rewards will be bestowed upon you,” I forced the next verse out. The fourth lash reverberated off the walls and Cora fell forward, her mouth open in a silent scream. This time, she didn’t pick herself up from the floor. Her pale back was littered with red marks, each one more prominent than the last. “That’s it. There’s nothing else, I swear it,” she sobbed.

Armitage hesitated before lowering the flogger, letting Cora go. I only felt a glimmer of relief, still not fully trusting him. He could still turn on us at any moment. “With your confession, God shall forgive you and will shine his light upon you once more,” I concluded. Snoke seemed satisfied with how I had handled the situation and Cora’s confession. Handing Snoke the bible, I helped her up before Armitage could.

Cora practically threw herself into my arms, still sobbing from the pain. Holding her, I stroked her hair to offer comfort. “It’s okay, it’s over now,” I murmured. It took a few moments before Cora’s sobbing eased and she left the safety of my arms. Snoke embraced his daughter, praising her for her honesty. Snoke took the flogger back to his office, leaving the three of us alone. “Cora, can we talk? Please,” Armitage broke the silence. Cora and I exchanged a glance before I wrapped an arm around her waist, making it very clear that I wasn’t going anywhere.

“You have five minutes,” Cora replied. “I know what I did was unforgivable, I wasn’t thinking straight. Not that, that’s an excuse. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I want you to know that I am truly sorry. I’d like to start making it up to both of you, if you’ll allow it.” Nothing he could do or say would make up for his actions. But I had a feeling he would have tried this, eventually. Cora looked at me for my opinion first.

“You tried to kill her, and that’s after you tried to blackmail us. Do I need to mention my house? What the hell do you think you can do to make it up to us?” I hissed, keeping my voice down. “Anything. I’ll do anything. I’m already helping rebuild your home and I didn’t push the cleansing any further. But if there’s anything else, I need you to tell me.” Armitage looked so desperate for her forgiveness that I thought he would get on his knees next.

Cora didn’t have a shred of sympathy on her face for him, looking at him with pure disdain. “There is nothing you can do because you're right. I will never forgive you. And you only have yourself to blame for that, Armitage,” Cora spoke firmly. I had to hold back from smiling, but I couldn’t be prouder of Cora for finally standing her ground and letting go of something that could never be repaired. Armitage looked wounded by her words, taking a moment before he nodded.

Gently, I led Cora out of the church, wanting to get her home to take care of her back. Cora took a deep breath once outside, trying to hold back more tears. And these tears weren’t from the physical pain, this was from having to let Armitage go. “You did the right thing,” I reassured her. “I know. I just didn’t think it would be so hard.” “Well, the hardest part is done now. It’s going to get easier now.” “I hope so.”

Once inside, I sat Cora down at the kitchen table before grabbing the first aid kit. Studying her back, I then leaned forward and trailed soft, tender kisses across the marked flesh. “Luckily, he didn’t break any skin. Otherwise, I would have broken his legs,” I teased. Cora made a soft sound of amusement before I applied some healing balm to the wounds, it wouldn’t be too long before it helped take some of the pain away.

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Six months later

The house was almost finished, the last few bits of decorating and furnishing would be complete within the next two weeks. And Snoke had finally given me proper permission to marry Cora. Before I could worry about a ring, he had given me one, telling me how it had been her biological mothers who had wanted Cora to have it. The band was silver, with a decent sized circle cut diamond in the centre surrounded by smaller diamonds. Now it was just finding the best way to propose to her.

Cora met me by the lake half an hour before sunset. Picking her up bridal style, I placed her down in the rowboat I had borrowed. Pushing it out, I climbed in, trying to keep my balance as the boat rocked slightly from weight. I managed to sit down before another set of rocks knocked me off balance and I fell backwards. Both of us were laughing as Cora helped me sit upright. Grabbing the oars, I directed us to the centre of the lake.

We reached the centre as the sun began to set. “I can’t believe we’ve never thought to do this before,” Cora spoke. “Well, maybe we should make it a regular thing from now on.” Producing the small ring box from my pocket, I opened it and presented the ring to her. Cora’s eyes widened at the sight, unable to hide her excitement. “You know I would have done this sooner. Even though we haven’t known each other as long as other couples have, I know you’re the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. You came into my life at a difficult time, kinda like an angel, and you’ve had my back ever since. Before I met you, it felt like I was stuck in a rut, now I can picture my future, our future, clearly. I will lead this flock with you by my side, as my wife, as the mother of my children. Cora, will you marry me?”

Cora hung on my every word, tears lining her eyes. “Yes. You know it’s a yes,” she answered. Relief and joy filled me, and I slipped the ring on her finger before we shared a passionate kiss. Cora looked down, admiring the ring on her finger. “Where did you get this? It’s beautiful,” Cora asked. “It was your mothers. Your biological mothers. Snoke said she gave it to him for safekeeping, she wanted you to have it for this occasion.” Cora’s expression changed, clearly touched by the sentimental value of the ring. We spent the rest of the evening discussing what we wanted for the wedding, although as long as Cora was happy, so was I.

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Sanctify - Chapter 26 (Ben SoloxOC AU)

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Chapter 26

Ben Solo

Later into the evening, some members of the flock gathered instruments and were playing song after song. The ceremonial tea had been passed around and Cora was swaying softly to the music amongst the other members who were dancing. Armitage approached her, wrapping his arms around Cora’s waist and dancing with her. Cora giggled, her arms around his neck. She was clearly too high to realize Armitage was trying to make a move on her, in plain view of me. She probably just thought she was dancing with her best friend.

I knew I couldn’t be mad at her for it, but I could intervene. Slowly, I got up from the table, my whole body feeling lighter than air. Colour and sound really were different thanks to the ceremonial tea. The fairy lights and candles seemed brighter, vibrant even. As I reached the two of them, I placed my hands on Cora’s hips and guided her away from him. “I’ll take it from here,” I aimed at Armitage. Cora made a childlike sound of protest, but otherwise didn’t put up much of a fight as I led her away.

As we reached the brow of the hill, Cora stumbled and fell. She laughed as she rolled down into the soft grass. Chasing after her, I also lost my footing and landed next to her. Both of us stared up at the sky, mesmerized by the colours and the stars. My fingers brushed up against hers before she entwined them. We laid like this for a few moments, just taking everything in. Cora shifted closer to me, wanting to be as close as she could.

Leaning over, I pressed my lips to hers. Cora returned the kiss, tangling her fingers in my hair as she pulled me closer. Already, I was half hard and needed more of her. But I knew how risky this was, the flock only metres from us. Cora didn’t seem to share my anxieties as she hiked up her skirt. “We need to stop,” I whispered, “as much as I want too, we can’t risk getting caught.” Cora pouted; unhappy she isn’t getting her way. She took my hand and slipped it under the skirt of her dress until it was resting on her clothed mound.

“Nobody will see us, and we can keep quiet. Please, Ben, I miss how your fingers feel inside of me,” she pleaded. Already I could feel how damp her panties were, the temptation growing with every second, my sense of right and wrong dulled by the LSD. Cora palmed my cock through my robes as if to further convince me. Fuck it. Kissing her again, I stroked her through her panties. Cora gasped and bucked into my touch before slipping her hand inside my pants and boxers. Wrapping her hand around my cock, she stroked me slowly. It wasn’t enough; I needed more.

Cora kissed at my neck, moaning as I pushed two fingers into her core. My cock throbbed in her hand at the thought of taking her right here. The flock was too distracted by the festivities to notice we were missing or to know what was going on. My thumb reached up, gently circling her clit. Cora slung her leg over my waist before sucking a small purple mark below my collar so I could hide it. I growled, my hips bucking into her hand, desperate for more friction.

Taking the hint, Cora sped up the pace, twisting her fist every time she reached the head. Curling my fingers forced a louder moan from Cora. Quickly, I muffled any other loud moans by kissing her hungrily. Already she was close, practically teetering on the edge of release. With a few more strokes across her clit, Cora reached her climax and bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying out. Working her through it, her orgasm seemed to last longer, likely thanks to the LSD in her system.

Her pleasure subsided, and her focus returned to me. I groaned as the pleasure mounted, my hips softly thrusting into her fist. Burying my face in her neck, it wasn’t long until I was cumming into her fist. Leaning down, I kissed her, feeling her smile into the kiss. “We should get back soon, I don’t want your father getting suspicious,” I mentioned. Both of us righted our clothes before heading back to the celebrations, hand in hand. Cora suddenly stopped; her brow furrowed. “Do you smell that?” She asked.

The smell of smoke and burning hung in the air, but it wasn’t the same as from earlier. This didn’t have the same sweetness to it as burning flesh. Scanning the town, I searched for smoke, or any tell tell signs of fire. There was a glow in the distance, black smoke rising into the night sky. Dread filled me at the location of the fire. “That’s my house,” I exclaimed.

Pulling away from Cora, I bolted toward my home. Reaching the blaze, I stared in disbelief, unable to do anything. My home was already completely consumed by flames. As I stood alone watching the blaze, it reminded me of the night my uncle’s school had burnt down. That had been my fault, and this was likely a sign or punishment from God. An eye for an eye or some other bullshit. It seemed my past would always loom over me, and I could never escape. And if I stuck around long enough, the flock could be punished for harbouring me. Maybe I didn’t belong here after all, maybe I didn’t belong anywhere.

Cora and other members of the flock joined me a few minutes later, having gathered buckets filled with water from the lake to try to put out the flames, but it was useless now. All I could do was watch as my home continued to burn, now feeling hopeless. My first home was gone, all my belongings now gone, the life I had made for myself in that home was now nothing but ash.

I had no idea where I would stay now, maybe someone would let me sleep on their couch for a little while. But I didn’t want to feel like a burden. This would mean I wouldn’t be able to propose to or marry Cora until my home was rebuilt, I’d need a threshold to carry her over. If that was even still on the table, Snoke might see this as a sign from God and cast me out. That’s even if I stayed long enough. But I don’t think I could bear to part from this life, from Cora.

The flock managed to get the fire under control so that it didn’t spread to any other homes. Eventually the fire was put out, not that it made me feel much better. The fire had still done its damage. Cora pulled me into her arms, offering me comfort. Snoke approached us, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I know it won’t be ideal, but we have a spare room that you may use. After saving my daughter and assisting her with the sacrifice, it’s the least I can do,” Snoke said. “I don’t want to be a burden; I can just use the couch. You’ve already done so much for me.”

“Ben, I insist. You won’t be any trouble.” “Thank you.” Cora cupped my cheek, forcing a soft smile. “It’s okay, we’ll have it rebuilt as soon as we can, bigger and better than before. Perfect from when we’re married and start our family,” she reassured me. I knew she was just trying to stay positive, so I didn’t dwell on the negatives, so that I could somehow see a silver lining through this. It was just hard to focus on the positives right now.

Today was meant to be a happy day, a day of celebration, and now this had ruined it. My first Ascension Day would be forever tainted by the loss of my home. Snoke insisted we would make a start on the ruins on my home tomorrow, right now I needed to rest and get comfortable in their guest room. Cora led me to their home, showing me the spare room, it was comfortable enough. “I’ll find you some new clothes for tomorrow. Is there anything else you need?” She asked.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I tried to think of anything else. But all I could think about was how I should leave sooner rather than later before I dragged anyone else down with me. I’d dragged my family down, I’d dragged Poe down, the last thing I wanted was to drag Cora and the flock down. Cora sat beside me, taking my hands in hers. “You’ve got that look in your eyes, the one that says your over thinking things,” she said gently. “Its hard not too, considering my past.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” “I burnt down my uncle’s school, now my house burns down on Ascension Day. Either it’s one hell of a coincidence or Gods trying to tell us something.” “You think Gods punishing you for previous sins? Sins that you’ve already repented for and been forgiven for? Why would he do that? I know he works in mysterious ways, Ben, but there’s no logic to that.” “Then what else could it have been? Why my house? Why me?” “Well, I don’t believe it’s a punishment from God. Considering what we’ve been doing, he would have punished me, too.”

She did have a point. But then that only left two options, either this was some freak accident or someone within the flock had done this on purpose. “I should take a look at the wreckage, see if there're any signs of foul play,” I stated. “And you can do that tomorrow. Right now, you need to rest, besides its too dark to see anything and you’re still coming down from the ceremonial tea. As is the rest of the flock. Tomorrow you’ll have all the help you need, and we will get to the bottom of this,” Cora reassured me.

“Your right.” “I’m right next door if you need anything. Goodnight, Ben. I love you.” “I love you too.” We kissed each other goodnight before she left my room, closing the door behind me. There was a slight comfort knowing she was only on the other side of my wall. Even with the looming threat of her Father, both of us would need to be on our best behaviour now.

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Sanctify - Chapter 29 (Ben SoloxOC AU)

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Chapter 29

Cora

Whilst I believed Ben completely, I also wanted to hear Armitage admit that he’d lied to me for his own selfish gain. Not only had he lied to me and manipulated me, but he’d also made me cleanse myself for nothing. That’s what I was most furious about. Knocking on his door, I then checked for my switchblade just in case things turned south or I needed to use more persuasive methods. Armitage answered the door, a smile on his face. “Are you feeling any better? Or is there something I can help with?” He asked.

Entering his home, I kept my expression neutral. Going to the living room, I remained standing, my arms folded across my chest. “We need to talk,” I spoke, how exactly are you going to convince me to fuck you, Armitage?” Armitage blinked, not used to my use of vulgar language. He probably didn’t think I’d call him out like this and was trying to think of a way out of the situation. “I don’t know where you're talking about,” Armitage replied.

“So, Ben’s lying? We’ve been down this road before and I’m not doing it again. Either you tell me the truth, or we’re done,” I warned. “Done? Done with what? You don’t see me as anything other than a friend now. After being there for you all these years and being your shoulder to cry on. You started to completely ignore me when the first attractive guy walks into your life. I love you Cora, I have always loved you and all I want is time with you. Is that so much to ask?” “You’re not going to have me at all if that’s how you threaten Ben. You really think I’d agree to sleeping with you?”

“Yes, I do,” Armitage said matter-of-factly, “you’ll get bored of Ben, who agreed to my demands without so much as a fight. Who knows, Ben could be sterile, and you’ll need someone to get you pregnant or you’ll lose everything.” He couldn’t be serious? He really thought I’d be that desperate? I’d give up everything if it meant I had Ben. Never would I be so desperate for a child that I’d go to someone else. “Bored?! The only person I’m getting bored with is you, Armitage! If you claim to love me so much, you wouldn’t be doing this. I may have committed the sin of lust, but you are committing the sins of envy and greed!”

Armitage frowned; he’d never been the focus of my wrath before. “Greed is one thing. Envy, you can’t control envy. It’s a fucking feeling. It shouldn’t even be considered a sin. And as for you and your lust, that is not a feeling, and there are other ways to deal with it compared to what you’ve done!” Boldly, I stepped closer to him. “If lust isn’t a feeling, then why did you stay and watch what Ben and I did?” Armitage is at a loss for words as I gained the upper hand. He couldn’t talk his way out of this one now.

“I...I...you shouldn’t be such sinful things where others could see!” He blurted out. A wicked smile spread across my face at his answer, again I stopped closer practically in his face now. I’m not backing down this time. “My question still stands, if it was so sinful and disgusting, why did you stay and watch?” “I had to make sure it was consensual. He’s bigger than you and if anything happened, I would have been there to help, besides I didn’t watch the whole thing,” he scrambled for an excuse.

“Liar! If you were that worried, you would have stopped us. But you didn’t because you wanted to watch. Because you're nothing but a filthy little pervert. Did you touch yourself over it afterwards? Did you picture it was your fingers inside me?” I taunted. “NO! I didn’t watch all of it because I was busy torching that fucker’s house!” Armitage realized his mistake, now silent and unable to meet my gaze. So, he really had lied to me about potentially being baron, he made me cleanse myself for nothing.

Never had I felt so much rage and hatred towards another person, all the more worse because it was Armitage, someone I thought I could trust. In my rage, I flicked open my switchblade and pressed it to Armitage’s throat. “You vile little snake!” I snarled. Armitage froze, his eyes wide as he felt the cold metal against his throat. “You’re not going to kill me, how would you explain my death to your father?” He asked, clearly not as confident as he had previously been.

He was right, I wouldn’t kill him. This was an empty threat, my way of regaining control over the situation. But he didn’t need to know that. He wanted to play dirty with Ben and I, little did he realize I could play dirty too. “Aren’t I?” I questioned with a smirk, “I’m sure I can spin some story about how you tried to force yourself on me and I acted in self-defence. And who do you think they’ll believe, hmmm?”

We both knew father would always believe my word over anybody else’s. He’d believed me about Brendol and I’m sure he would believe anything I said about Armitage as well. “Of course, they’d believe you,” Armitage replied. Quickly Armitage grabbed my wrist to stop me from cutting him and spun us round so that I was pinned against the wall. I winced as my head smacked against the wall. Now with the upper hand, Armitage forced my blade against my neck. “I don’t want to hurt you, Cora.”

Growling, I struggled against him. I’d been in this position before with his father. Armitage pressed the knife harder against my neck to stop my struggling. Reluctantly, I stilled. “I need you to calm down before this gets anymore out of hand. The last thing I need is another reason for Ben to be seen as the hero. Unless…” Armitage trailed off. His gaze fell to the knife at my throat as if pondering his next move. “I could always kill you and wait for Ben to come over and kill him, too. Everyone would think he attacked you and that I was too late to save you, but I was able to avenge you at the least,” Armitage continued.

Fear pooled in my stomach at his words, at the look in his eye that told me he wasn’t bluffing, he was really considering this. I didn’t know if to scream or plead with him. “Y-you wouldn’t,” I stammered. Armitage only smirked at how quickly I had lost my fight, at how quickly he had turned the tables. “You said you don’t love me, Cora. That I’d never have you the way that Ben has you. Not even willing to consider what I want in order to keep your dirty little secret,” he replied.

My best bet was getting him off me and making a run for it. He wouldn’t follow me out of the house, not without the risk of being exposed. I brought my knee up hard into his crotch, all the while using all my strength to try to push him back. Armitage cried out in pain, backing off to nurse his wounded crotch for a few seconds. I tried to run, not getting very far as Armitage lunged for me. He took both of us down, landing with a hard thump. I tried to crawl away, screaming in the hopes someone would hear me.

Armitage grabbed my ankle before I could get any further. I kicked back at him, feeling the heel of my shoe collide with his nose. Armitage growled, loosening his grip on my ankle for a few seconds. There was a loud bang from the hallway as the front door slammed against the wall. Ben rushed into view, grabbing Armitage and hauling him off me. Ben wrapped his hands around Armitage’s neck, squeezing hard. Armitage couldn’t make a sound of protest as he struggled for air.

Scrambling to my feet and retrieving my blade, the weight of the situation finally caught up to me. My hands are shaking as I put my blade away and tears roll down my cheeks, fear grips me like a vice. This wasn’t supposed to happen, it wasn’t supposed to get this bad. But now things were irreparable. Ben didn’t release Armitage, his intent to kill him, judging by the pure loathing on his face. “B-Ben, let him go,” I said, my voice small and wavering. Killing him wasn’t an option, it could expose everything. Ben hesitated before finally letting Armitage go.

Ben led me out of the house and back home without another word. Somehow, I managed to mostly keep it together on the way back. It’s not until we are in the safety of my home that I collapsed, sobbing. Ben pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair to offer comfort. My closest friend, my only friend, had just tried to kill me, there was nothing left of our relationship. “H-he…wanted to kill me,” I cried. “I know. I’m sorry. But Cora, we need to do something. There’s nothing keeping him from telling your father the truth.”

“He won’t tell him. Not now I know the truth. You were right, Ben, about the house fire, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I just didn’t want to believe it. If he exposes us, then we can expose him.” “I don’t want you anywhere near him, alone, ever again.” I nodded in agreement; I didn’t want to be near him again, either. Ben picked me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom. He got us comfortable on my bed, my head resting on his chest as I continued to cry. We stayed like this for an hour or so until I had run out of tears and was laying there silently.

Now I just felt numb, a hollow feeling in my chest that I didn’t like and wasn’t used to. Maybe if I hadn’t threatened him, then this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe if I’d made more time for him, this wouldn’t have happened. “This is all my fault,” I mumbled. “No, none of this is your fault. If he loved you, he’d want you to be happy, not try to break us apart. And he sure as hell wouldn’t try to kill you,” Ben said firmly.

“I just don’t understand. I did so much for him, I patched him up so many times and took care of him and protected him from his father.” “You did, and he took it the wrong way. He probably thought because you did all that for him that he had some kind of claim over you, even when he knew he couldn’t marry you, he was probably going to wait until your father passed to make a move. But I came here and ruined his whole plan,” Ben explained. All I wanted was for things to go back to how they were before today, maybe even back before Ascension Day.

Later I forced myself out of Ben’s warm embrace, knowing I needed to make a start on dinner before father got home. I couldn’t let him see me like this or he would start asking questions that I didn’t want to answer. I couldn’t neglect my household chores without raising suspicion, either. Ben followed me, trying to make small talk, but I wasn’t really listening, still too wrapped up in my thoughts to hear him.

If I hadn’t had let my own wrath get the better of me, none of this would have happened, Armitage and I could have worked something out and still had a friendship. If I’d made more time for him, if I’d been a better friend, none of this would have happened. I didn’t know how I was going to continue after this. I still wanted a friendship with him, I still wanted him in my life and it’s not like I could completely cut him out or avoid him when he worked with my father. Nor could I picture a life without him in it.

But then the more rational, less emotional side of my brain was telling me that none of his actions were forgivable, even if he hadn’t tried to kill me he’d still destroyed Ben’s home. He’d still tried to blackmail us. And yet I couldn’t help but keep thinking none of that would have happened if I’d spent more time with him. It was a vicious cycle that just made little sense. None of the solutions I came up with were the right one. Not even praying could help with this.

Father still wasn’t home, so I put aside a portion of pasta for him and sat beside Ben at the table. We prayed before he ate a mouthful. Looking down at my bowl, I didn’t have any appetite, nor did I feel hungry. After a few minutes of pushing the pasta around with my fork, I gave up and put my portion in the fridge. I attempted to make a start on the washing up, wanting to keep my hands busy. Ben wrapped his hands around my own, stopping me from continuing.

“Why don’t you head to bed, get an early night. I’ll sort this out and cover for you in case your father asks questions,” Ben suggested. Gently, I nodded, drying my hands and heading upstairs. Laying in bed, I tossed and turned but couldn’t fall asleep. My brain just refused to shut off, as I still tried to find a solution. God couldn’t help with this one.

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Sanctify - Chapter 21 (Ben SoloxOC AU)

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Chapter 21

Cora

Ben and I finally got back to the apartment after getting some groceries and dinner. Ben had insisted on Pepperoni pizza and I trusted his judgement so far. After packing the groceries away, we moved to the couch and tucked into dinner. Ben poured me a glass of wine, having opted for the red bottle. We’d brought both red and white to see which I would prefer. Ben let me take the first slice of pizza, waiting for my verdict.

Taking my first bite, I understood why Ben had been so eager for me to try this. “Good?” Ben asked. “This is amazing.” Next, I tried the wine, which went down smoothly, a pleasant warmth settling in my stomach. Ben and I talked over dinner; I only ate three slices whilst Ben finished the rest with ease. Glancing at my empty glass, I debated whether to refill it. I didn’t feel any different yet, maybe a little more relaxed, but nothing bad.

Reaching for the bottle, I refilled my glass and asked Ben if he wanted a refill for his own empty glass. “You said one glass,” Ben reminded me. “I did. But we don’t have a wine stopper, so we might as well finish the bottle.” “Okay, just go steady. You're gonna be a lightweight seeing as it’s your first time drinking this stuff.” “I’ll be fine, Ben,” I insisted, “besides I have you here to take care of me.”

It wasn’t long before we finish the bottle, both of us relaxed against the couch. Ben wrapped his arm around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder, smiling softly. “I’m glad we’re here together,” I said. “Me too.” The heat from my belly had spread down between my legs and cheeks. We’re alone in this apartment, miles away from any prying eyes of the flock. Nobody would know if we touched each other. Nobody was here to remind me it was wrong, to stop.

My hand rested on his knee before slowly trailing up his thigh. Ben’s breath hitched, and he wrapped his arm around my waist to stop me from going any further. “Cora, we shouldn’t. As much as I want to, I don’t want to do anything you might regret in the morning.” “I won’t. I want this, Ben. I want you.” I had no intention of going all the way with Ben, but we could at least touch each other a little. My virginity would remain intact until my wedding…mostly.

“And I want you, I’ve wanted you for a long time-“ “Then touch me. Please.” Leaning in closer, I placed gentle kisses to Ben’s neck and slipped my wrist free of his grip. Now I had free roam once more, I placed my hand over his trapped cock which was already hard. Ben bit his lip at the contact, his hands gripping the couch. His self-control was quite admirable, I had expected him to touch me the moment I gave my consent.

“Cora, I want you to be one hundred percent sure this is what you want,” Ben said. I’d never been more sure of anything. Ben was the only person I had really felt this way for, the only person I had broken rules for. And to prove it to him, I got to my feet and began undressing myself. Ben couldn’t take his eyes off me as I revealed more and more of my pale skin to him. I reached back, hesitating with the clasp of my bra. It was just nerves; I told myself. Ben was going to be the first and only man to see me naked. Pushing down my doubts, I removed my underwear, now completely naked before him.

Ben stared at me in awe for a little while before undressing himself. Now it was my turn to stare. I already had some idea of how good he looked from the few times I’d seen him without a shirt. But being able to see all of him only had me further aroused. Ben and I met each other in the middle, Ben wrapping his arms around me and pulling me flush against him. The feel of his bare, warm skin against mine was heavenly. Ben kissed me, tangling his fingers through my hair whilst his fingers traced the curve of my spine.

We headed to the bedroom, where we would both be more comfortable. I laid back and Ben climbed on top of me, kissing across my neck and shoulders. “Your so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin. Ben continued worshiping my body with his lips, continuing his way down my body. When he reached my breasts, he used his tongue on my nipples, licking and sucking the sensitive bud until it was hard. I gasped at the new sensation; the ache growing between my legs.

Whilst I had watched plenty of bedding ceremonies, the male was always focused on their own pleasure and usually finished quickly. I had no idea women could experience pleasure like this, and Ben was only getting started. “More, Ben. Please,” I breathed. Ben smirked against my skin before continuing his descent, now kissing across my belly and thighs. “Is it okay if I taste you?” Ben asked, his hazel eyes full of adoration. Smiling down at him, I appreciated he was still asking for my consent to see what I was comfortable with. I gave him a gentle nod, my stomach bubbling with nerves and excitement.

Ben used his tongue to explore my wet folds, groaning at my taste before he lapped at my clit. I moaned at the new feeling, my hips bucking for more. My fingers threaded through his hair as Ben continued flicking his tongue back and forth across the small bundle of nerves. My moans grew in volume as my free hand fisted the bedsheets. I’d had no idea a man could make me feel this good. Something was building in my stomach, an unfamiliar tightness.

That tightness continued to grow, as did my pleasure, until finally the tightness burst, and the pleasure became overwhelming. Crying out Ben’s name, I grasped his hair harder until my knuckles were white. Ben smirked against me, working me through every wave until the pleasure slows and subsides. He kissed his way back up to my lips, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue. Whilst I felt a little tired from his actions, I still felt arousal between my legs, I still felt the urge to please him.

Reaching down between us, I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him slowly. “Teach me how to make you feel good, Ben,” I said. Ben wrapped his hand around mine, guiding my movements. The pace was a little faster, the grip tighter as I worked the length of his cock. Ben pressed his forehead to mine, groaning softly. Eventually he let me take the reins, my thumb rubbing the tip of his cock to find it leaking. My curiosity was getting the better of me, I wanted to do so much more for Ben considering what he had done for me.

I wanted to know how he tasted, how he’d sound when I took him in my mouth. I wanted his guidance and his praise. Stopping my motions, I placed my hands on his shoulders and forced him to lie back. Now he was completely at my mercy and the look in his eyes said he’d let me do whatever I wanted to him. Just as Ben had with me, I took the time to explore and worship his body with my lips and tongue. It filled me with a sense of pride knowing I would be the only woman to see Ben like this and to do this with him.

Now face to face with his cock, I kissed my way up the shaft before licking the head. Ben was tense, eager for more, but he didn’t want to be pushy as this was my first-time giving head. Finally, I took him in my mouth, sucking on the head and tasting him. It was foreign, but not completely unpleasant. Ben cursed as he watched me take more of him into my mouth. My movements were unsure, but I was still eager to please, taking him as far as I could. My eyes watered as I gagged around the head. “Careful, you don’t need to take all of it if it’s too much,” Ben said shakily.

Ignoring him, I continued to work his cock with my mouth. I alternated between sucking on the head and taking him as far as I could. My tears or the gagging didn’t deter Ben, he seemed to groan or curse louder every time I did gag which gave me all the encouragement I needed. His fingers threaded through my hair gently, murmuring various praises. The longer I kept this up, the more confident I became, using my hand on the few inches that wouldn’t fit in my mouth.

“Fuck, Cora, I’m close,” he groaned, although something in his voice sounded like he was trying to warn me. Ben’s grip tightened in my hair before he let out a string of obscenities. Warmth coated my tongue, the taste unpleasant. But not wanting to disappoint him, I swallowed it down before releasing his cock with a wet pop. Ben met my gaze, his lids heavy as he panted. He pulled me closer, gently kissing me. “That was perfect, you are perfect,” he breathed, “god, I love you.”

I paused, a smile spreading across my face at his words. He’d never said that before and I’d been wanting to say it but didn’t know when the right time would be. “You’re not just saying that in the heat of the moment?” I asked. “No. I mean it.” “I love you too.” Ben smiled at me, caressing my cheek with his large hand before kissing me again. I still didn’t feel any guilt for what we had done, it had felt right, and nobody had any way of finding out.

This would stay between us, as it should. Ben and I got comfortable, my head on his chest, with his arms wrapped around me. Here, in the warmth of his embrace, was a sense of peace and calm. With him I could be myself without a fear of judgement, I could voice my opinions freely. Leaning across, I placed soft kisses across his collar and chest. “I never knew I could feel that good. And it’s all the better sharing that with you. Thank you, Ben,” I breathed. “Just wait,” he smirked.

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The next morning, I awoke around 8am, which was a lot later than I was used to. It was nice to stay in bed with no responsibilities this morning. I didn’t have to be up to make Father breakfast and then get to morning mass. I could take my time to get ready, eat at my own pace and not have to worry about any chores. Ben was still asleep beside me, his arms still wrapped around me, and I knew there was no way out of his grasp without waking him.

Gently I rolled over, so I was facing him before kissing across his cheeks. Ben stirred, grumbling softly before his eyes opened. A sleepy smile spread across his face and he leaned in to kiss me. “Good morning,” I greeted. “Waking up next to you, defo makes it a good morning.” I couldn’t help but smile at his words, snuggling in closer to him. “So I was thinking we could start the day with a shared shower before breakfast,” I suggested. “I like the sound of that. And then after that I thought it might be fun if we went on a date.”

This caught me off guard. I’d never been on a date and didn’t know what to expect. And out here there was so much more we could do together. I didn’t hate the idea; it was nice he wanted to take me out and spend time with me. But we were here for a reason, we had a very important job to do. “A date? But Ben, we should be looking for a suitable sacrifice,” I reminded him. “And we have two whole weeks to do that. We can spare one day for just the two of us, we’re allowed to have some fun.” One day surely couldn’t hurt. And he was right, we were allowed to have some fun, just the two of us. I probably wouldn’t get an opportunity like this again, so I needed to make the most of it whilst I could.

“Okay, we can go on a date,” I gave in. Ben’s smile grew, and he kissed me again. We showered and managed to keep our hands to ourselves. After breakfast we headed out, Ben already seemingly having a plan on where he would take us for our date. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked. “Nope. It’s a surprise.” Of course it was. Ben continued to drive, taking us out of the city a little until he parked amongst other vehicles. Up ahead was a bunch of tents and stalls, even a huge Ferris wheel in the distance.

“I saw it on the way here and figured it’d be fun,” Ben explained. “Ben, you could have taken me anywhere and it probably would have been fun considering how protective my father is.” “True. I just know most girls like expensive and fancy restaurants for the first date and I know this isn’t that.” “I’m not most girls.” “You got that right.”

Getting out of the van, we headed inside, Ben lacing his fingers with mine. Each stall and tent had something different inside, a lot of them selling food or had people playing games to win stuffed animals. “So anything catching your eye?” Ben asked. “Can we try one of the games?” “Sure, anything you want.” We headed over to the nearest stall; the game featuring a pyramid of milk bottles which needed to be knocked down with a ball throw. It seemed easy enough.

Ben paid the vendor, and three baseballs were placed down in front of me. My first throw ended up falling short, the second veered far to the right and the third wasn’t much better. “You really take the saying ‘you throw like a girl’ to a whole new level,” the vendor smirked. If I hadn’t felt deflated before, I definitely did now. Ben placed a hand on my shoulder before handing the vendor another dollar bill. “Let me try,” he said firmly.

Ben picked up one ball and threw it straight at the milk bottles, knocking all of them down. He smiled triumphantly and picked up the second, waiting for the vendor to restack the bottles. Ben handed me the second ball and stood behind me. “Focus on the centre, and throw hard,” he explained. Ben guided me through the throw, using his hand to pull my arm back into position before we threw the ball. The second ball hit the centre just like the first, knocking the bottles down once again.

“Where did you learn to throw like that?” I asked as the vendor set the bottles up again. “Dad insisted on making me do sport when I was a kid. It was either baseball or football. I guess he did something right, and it paid off.” Ben threw the final ball, knocking the bottles down again, meaning he’d won one of the top prizes. The vendor pulled down one of the giant stuffed bears and handed it to Ben, who then handed into me. The gesture was very sweet, and it would be nice to take something home to remember the trip. We moved on, grabbing hot dogs for lunch, and then sharing a stick of candyfloss.

The food out here really was good, it was a shame we didn’t have this stuff back home, although I’m sure with the right ingredients I could make some of these. Ben and I played more games, winning a few of them and losing others. Ben pulled me over to a game that caught his eye. It involved an oversized mallet and a platform that would send an indicator up to try to hit the bell at the top. “Kiss for good luck?” Ben asked. “Oh please, like you need luck with this one.”

But I gave him a kiss anyway, I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to kiss him. Ben took the mallet and swung hard at the platform, the bell dinging after a few seconds. I had to admit it was cute seeing how proud of himself he looked. Spending time with Ben like this had given me another reason to love him, he didn’t take anything too seriously; he knew how to have fun and laugh at things. Something a lot of the men back home lacked. Maybe Ben and I could go on another date tomorrow before we got started on finding the sacrifice.

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An Unbreakable Bond (Kylo Ren/Ben SoloxOC) Masterlist (Complete)

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren now has everything he could possibly dream of, except for someone to rule by his side. And he’ll do anything to get Cora back.

The final fic in my Kylo/Cora Star Wars canon series. This is most definitely a TROS fix it fic because fuck that movie and shitty writing.

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Warnings: Language, Nightmares, Major feels, Blood, Depression, Trauma, Greif, Mourning the loss of a child, Mentions of a miscarriage, Force choking, Violence, Manipulation, Smut, Sex, Vaginal fingering, Fights for dominance, Rough sex, Choking, Biting, Hux being a dick, Plot twists/reveals, Oral sex, Throne sex, Glove kink, Gore, Major character death’s, Big fixes to TROS, Trauma, Implied smut, Survivors Guilt, Discussion of miscarriage, PTSD Nightmares, Depression, Panic attack

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

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Sanctify (Ben SoloxOC) Rebloggable Masterlist (Complete)

Ben Solo is looking for a new place to call home. When Snoke arrives offering a home, food, community for the simple price of manual labour Ben and a few others jump at the chance to start over. Upon arival at The First Order Ben meets Cora, Snokes daughter. Whilst Ben and Cora grow closer Ben learns the secrets of the town, and Cora has some secrets of her own.

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Warnings: Religious themes, Cult AU, Cult stuff, Implied abuse, Romance themes, Sexual themes, Homeless living/life, Language, Drugs, Sexism, Mentions of infertility, Mentions of affairs, Implied murder, Torture, Blood, Violence, Big time manipulation, Trauma bonding, Injury, Bruises, Discussion of branding, Discussion of religious flogging, Sexual thoughts, Sexual tension, Flogging, Religious flogging, Branding, Confessions, Mentions of murder, Mentions of arson, Masturbation, Sinning, Voyeurism, Murder, Violence, Gore, Fire, Self harm, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Oral sex, Blowjobs, Alcohol, Handjobs, Vaginal fingering, Mentions of drugs, Kidnaping, Drugs, Tasers, Mention of SA, Human sacrifice, Drug use, Blackmail, Bedding ceremony, Smut, Sex, Loss of virginity, Slight breeding kink, Public sex, Major character death, Spanking

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

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Sanctify - Chapter 25 (Ben SoloxOC AU)

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Chapter 25

Cora

Waking earlier than usual, I stared my day with a shower, wanting to be fresh and clean for Ascension Day. Father was already out of the house, making any final preparations. After drying my hair, I braided my hair before weaving flowers into the strands. I then changed into my dress, white with gold, across the bodice that was high around my neck. The dress stopped at my ankles and was short-sleeved. It was the only time before marriage that I was allowed to show a little more skin than usual.

Heading downstairs, I chose a light breakfast, taking an apple from the fruit bowl. There was a knock from outside and, judging by the sound, it was Ben. Good to know he was up, and I wouldn’t need to go over and wake him. Answering the door, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him in his own Ascension Days robes, which were also white and gold. Hopefully, today, God would reward us for our efforts. Ben came in, not taking his eyes off me for a second. “Every time I see you, you somehow get more and more beautiful,” he said, leaning down to kiss me.

I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. As much as I didn’t want to seem vain, I had to admit; I looked good. “The robes fit, okay?” I asked. “Yeah. What time does everything start?” “In half an hour, we’ll have a morning service as per usual, some prayers and then the lottery.” I offered him a bite from my apple, which he took. Just as Adam had done from Eve.

“Oh, I almost forgot. When your offered some ceremonial tea later, don’t drink lots of it,” I warned. “Why? It’s not like a Jim Jones situation, is it?” “No, of course not. It’s got a hallucinogen added to it. Some people drink a lot of it to hopefully see God or get in touch with him spiritually. Sometimes, however, when they drink too much, they have had bad experiences. You want to drink enough for a healthy buzz, it’s fun watching the sky melt in so many beautiful colours.” Last year I remembered drinking enough that I’d led in the grass and stared at the sky for hours.

“Good to know. Anything else I need to know about? I know how important this day is and I just want it to go perfectly.” “There’s no possible way you could mess the day up, Ben. The only other thing is we get to do the honours of lighting the pyres together. Normally I do it myself, but this year I wanted us to share it.” Ben smiled softly, “and we’ll do it together every year after.”

Tossing the apple core in the trash, I then laced my fingers with his and led him out of the house. The flock had gathered at the lake, two large pyres ready and waiting. Tables had been set out for families to dine together later, as well as two long buffet tables piled with food. We stood with Armitage, who seemed thrilled this morning, the three of us exchanging greetings. Of course, I noticed how his gaze lingered on me a few seconds too long, but I didn’t say anything.

“So, where’s our guest of honour?” Ben asked Armitage. “He’ll be brought out after the lottery.” We eventually took our seats at one of the front tables. My father stood before everyone, bible in hand and ready to begin. “Good morning! Today, as you all know, is a very special day in this community. Ascension Day, the day that Jesus ascended into heaven and was reunited with his father, our father, God. Today, one of you will be chosen by our lord to take your place in heaven. Let us pray, so God knows to look down upon us and bathe us in his light and bestow his gifts upon us,” Father spoke.

We all recited the lord’s prayer, hands clasped together, and heads bowed. Father then opened his bible to the first marked page, reading Isaiah 2:2–3; 62:10–63:3, 63:7–9; and Zechariah 14:1–4, 14:8–11. There was a quick break as Armitage retrieved the lottery box and the sinner was prepared. Ben laced his fingers with mine again, squeezing my hand gently. He almost seemed…nervous. I leaned in so nobody would overhear us. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Just nervous about the lottery. I know it’s seen as an honour to join our lord in heaven, but there’s still so much I want to do with you first before that.”

His words tugged at my heartstrings. I understood how he felt; it was hard not to feel the same way now that I had him in my life. And nobody else needed to know that. “There’s still so much more of the lord’s work for you to do, Ben. It’s not your time, yet. Nor is it mine,” I reassured him. Armitage re-emerged, carrying the engraved wooden lottery box. A silence fell over the crowd as everyone waited for the result. Father thanked Armitage before opening the lid of the box. He reached in blindly, pulling a folded slip of paper free.

We all anxiously waited for the ‘winner’, my fingers crossed as I mentally prayed for it not to be Ben or I. Father unfolded the small slip, pausing as he read the name. Dread filled the pit of my stomach at his hesitation, was it him? Or Ben? Or me? “Mary Johnson,” father finally spoke, “you have the honour of being received by our lord today.” Relief filled me and I had to hold back from smiling too much, otherwise it could look suspicious. There were a few shocked gasps before the flock erupted in applause.

I would be sure to thank God in my prayers later for choosing her and ridding the flock of that harlot. Mary rose from her seat, tears in her eyes, but she didn’t protest, simply accepted her fate. Armitage didn’t seem happy with the result, his fists clenched at his sides and his jaw set. But I didn’t have time to dwell on his emotions as Father called for Ben and Armitage to bring the sinner out. Getting up from my seat, I took my place at Father’s side, ready to play my part.

Father placed a reassuring hand on Mary’s shoulder and offered her a kind smile. “It will be alright, child. You’re going to a better place,” he spoke. Ben and Armitage brought Ryan out, who was weakly struggling against them. Armitage roughly forced him up onto the pyre before tying him to it. Ryan’s chest was covered in dry blood, the seven deadly sins now scabbing over. Armitage offers Mary his hand, helping her step up on to the pyre before restraining her. Taking two of the unlit torches, I handed one to Ben.

Ryan is hurling insults and curses at us, some mothers of the flock covering their children’s ears at the more colourful language. But otherwise, he is ignored as Father turns to address the flock once more. “My gifted daughter, Cora and Ben Solo, honour us and God with this sinner. Too far gone down the path of sin to be redeemed here, but our lord shall welcome him with open arms and cleanse his soul!” Ben stood beside Ryan’s pyre, his torch lit by an elder whilst I stood beside Mary’s pyre, my torch also being lit. Ryan continues to curse us out, struggling against his bonds. Mary bowed her head, silently accepting her fate.

Father gave us both a nod, signalling us to begin the ascension. Having done this many times before, I made sure plenty of logs caught fire before throwing my torch at Mary’s feet. Smoke rose from the pile first before the fire spread. Mary prayed, her voice wavering as she wept. Ben had done the same to Ryan’s pyre, and it wasn’t long until both sacrifices were screaming in agony as the flames reached their feet.

Ben and I watched, hand in hand, as the fire continued to spread. Mary and Ryan were soon engulfed by the flames, the sickly sweet smell of burning flesh filling the air. Minutes later, their screaming ceased. Finally, the flock can eat. Whilst the others formed two lines at the buffet tables, Ben and I held back with Father. Father embraced the two of us, his joy infectious. “Thank you both for helping make this day so successful. I’m sure God is pleased with our offerings and that you two will receive extra special blessings,” Father spoke. “Let’s hope so,” Ben replied.

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Sanctify - Chapter 20 (Ben SoloxOC AU)

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Chapter 20

Ben Solo

Three weeks later

Cora and I stood at the town’s gates with Snoke, Armitage and the other elders. Our bags had been loaded up in the van and we were mostly ready to go. Cora was obviously excited to get going and see the outside world. Snoke had taken extra precautions to ensure her safety. Last night he’d given me a 9mm pistol and a taser just in case. I prayed I wouldn’t have to use either of them. Snoke handed me the keys to the van and apartment and an envelope full of cash that was to last us two weeks. Cora and Snoke embraced, Snoke holding her tightly before they exchanged goodbyes.

Cora then did the same with Armitage before climbing into the van on the passenger side. “I’ll bring her back in one piece, I promise,” I reassured Snoke. Snoke forced a smile to hide his nerves before giving me a soft nod, “both of you will be in my prayers.” Getting in the driver’s seat, I started the engine and waited as the gates were opened. Glancing over at Cora, I brought her knuckles to my lips. We were about to be truly be alone for the first time since we’d met. And free to do whatever we wanted.

Whilst her Father had set out rules, I was going to respect the best I could, the mere thought of sharing an apartment with her had me excited. It would be nice to pretend we were homeowners for a little while, to get a taste of what life would be like when we were married. I knew if Cora and I pulled this off with no problems, Snoke would no doubt be begging me to marry her.

Cora’s excitement was like that of a kid going to Disneyland, and it was adorable. This was more than a trip outside for her, this was her time seeing the outside world, experiencing things she probably didn’t know existed. Cora reached inside the glove compartment and produced a map, which she unfolded on her lap. Cora directed me until we got on the highway, now I just had to follow signs to Illinois.

Three hours into the journey, I took a small detour to a gas station. It would give us the chance to stretch our legs and have a bathroom break. Cora and I headed inside after I’d added some gas to the tank. She looked around, all of this new to her. Although her dress made her look a little out of place, not that she seemed to notice. It wouldn’t hurt for us to dip into the cash for some snacks, five grand would be more than enough for two weeks so we could definitely treat ourselves.

Grabbing a pair of red heart-shaped sunglass from the nearby rack, I put them on Cora and kissed her cheek. “Very cute,” I smiled down at her, “go pick some snacks out.” Cora looks through the aisles, although the thing that really catches her eye is the slurpy machine near the back with every colour of the rainbow swirling around. “Want one?” I asked, making a grab for the plastic cup. “Sure. God only knows what I’m going to try this week, so I might as well start here.”

“Oh, you just wait. We are at least having takeout twice or more. You gotta try takeout pizza and McDonalds.” I filled the cup with strawberry flavour and held it out for Cora to taste. She made a small sound of contentment as she took a few sips. “Good?” I asked. “Mhm.” I got myself a blue raspberry one before Cora and I filled a basket with snacks. Cora picked out multiple candy bars, gummy candy, and bags of chips she wanted to try. I couldn’t help but smile at her excitement, this trip would be good for her regardless of what her father thought.

Heading to the register, I grabbed a bottle of Coke and Pepsi, knowing that these were also something she’d need to try. Once we’d paid for everything, we headed back out to the van. Opening the bottle of Coke, I held it out for her to take. “Here, settle a decade old feud. Coke or Pepsi?” I asked. Cora tried both, making a face at the burning sensation the fizz gave her throat. “Coke. The Pepsi has a weird aftertaste,” Cora declared. “Ah, you’re a woman with good taste, I see,” I teased.

Cora smiled, kissing me softly before we got back on the road. “You think we could try wine later?” She asked. “I don’t see why not. Your father never did communion wine?” “No. He says alcohol can lead to sin, so would rather not supposably poison the flock with it. Although he usually has a bottle to himself once a year for special occasions. But one glass can’t hurt, right?” “One glass will be fine and seeing as we’ll have it with dinner, it really won’t affect you that much.”

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Eventually we reached the apartment, its small and had the bare minimum, but that doesn’t matter as we would not be here long. Cora headed to the bedroom to change into clothes that would help her blend in as I packed away the snacks we’d brought. We were going to have to go back out and do a proper food shop, anyway. Cora emerged from the bedroom ten minutes later and I had to do a double take. Normally, everything Cora wore back home made her look cute or pretty.

But seeing her in something as simple as black skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt was such a contrast. These clothes hugged her figure perfectly, leaving little to my imagination, unlike the white dresses at home. “Wow,” I mumbled. “I know, I look hideous.” Cora pulled at the top, obviously not liking how tight fitting everything was. Going over to her, I wrapped an arm around her waist. “I disagree. You're still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I said.

Cora smiled softly, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks before she leant up on her tiptoes to kiss me. “If you don’t feel comfortable, we can find you some other clothes,” I offered. “No, it’s okay. Just very different from what I’m used to. You should change and then we can get going.” Nodding, I quickly changed into my own jeans and shirt. It was nice to wear something more casual compared to what was mandatory for me to wear back home. And it was nice to wear another colour than white.

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