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He was fast.

Rey would give him that.

Already, they jumped over four fences in the span of three blocks. Occasionally, the panicked Omega in front of Rey would look over his shoulder, his shock intensifying when he couldn't outrun her. 

Sprinting into traffic, Ben Solo, paper pusher by day, soon to be mate-victim by night, got his arm clipped by a taxi's side mirror. Rey quickly crossed the four lanes of traffic and frog-leaped over the brick wall.

"Fuck," Rey breathed, halting. The wet spot on the back of Ben's white dress shirt faded into the darkness. Crickets. The sound of traffic. A cool breeze.

Ben was in the park forest now. 

"Why won't you just let it happen?!" Rey yelled.

Ben didn't answer, but she heard the snapping of twigs and his large body colliding with dense branches on the trail. He was tired.

Rey smiled to herself. 

He smelled delicious, if not slightly muted.

Even with Snoke fucked with her sense of smell as punishment, he hadn't taken all of it from her. And despite Rey's initial pleas to not designate her by “testing” her sex organs—she was relieved when he finally got it over with.

Rey laid on the table, writhing.

"Good girl," Dr. Snoke said, smacking her pussy while he used the other hand to bring her to climax.

"No!" Rey cried. 

"Just let it happen."

Rey resisted, she did, but somewhere in her mind, she still wanted to show Dr. Snoke that she could be good—she wouldn't make a mistake this time. Her body would do exactly what he designed it to do.

"Be a good girl and cum for me, Rey."

A tear ran down her face and Rey allowed her slick to run hot for her creator’s hands masturbating her. Moments later, her head fell back as her back arched—her vagina clamped down, imbibing Dr. Snoke's fingers with the cilia lining within. In the throes of her very first orgasm, a burst of white light and Rey transported to an unfamiliar area, a tall man with black hair running through the dark. 

"Rey," Snoke said.

No.

She wanted to follow him, the dark haired man. He was showing her something.

"Rey.”

Rey slowly opened her eyes to Snoke's three fingers still inside her—the sleeve of his pearl white lab coat soaked with fluid. An assistant was gingerly laying a towel down where her slick had shot six feet away.

Rey blinked in disbelief, her cunt still pulsating around her maker’s fingers.

Snoke pushed his glasses further up his nose before simply informing her:

"You ejaculated."

Rey's body responded to the memory by squirting in her black yoga pants, drenching her black lace panties. Ignoring her own scent, Rey raised her nose to the air and inhaled deeply. Ben was bleeding from his forehead; his blood bitter tasting with his Omega scent. 

Rey followed Ben’s trajectory down the trail still illuminated at the entrance by street lights. 

"What am I going to do?" Rey cried. She meant it to sound like she was all alone, whining and sobbing.

"If I don't make money tonight, he's going—" Rey hiccuped, pausing for dramatic effect. "He's going to—to—h-h-hurt me."

Silence. 

Some rustling.

"Who's going to hurt you?" A voice asked.

Rey screamed and backed away, like she literally wasn’t just the one chasing him down. “Who's there?!"

The street lights behind her illuminated Ben Solo's face as he stepped out from behind a tree, hands raised. "Hey, hey—easy now."

Rey tried not to laugh, hanging her head, and slumping her shoulders to make herself less threatening as he approached.

"Don't—" she warned. It was fun playing damsel in distress. 

"It's okay." Ben reassured again.

Rey batted her long eyelashes at the genuinely kind man she had been stalking for two weeks.

"Now," he said, his scent in a calmer, more familiar state. "Who's going to hurt you?"

Rey felt her feet and calves go numb as a wash of orange marmalade flooded her nostrils and taste buds. She had never been this close to him before. Rey’s eyelids fluttered as the aftertaste of a summer picnic, and the possibility of a good feral fuck outside got the best of her.

Rey snatched Ben's wrist in the next instant.

"No!" He yelled, attempting to pull away. 

He and Rey struggled against each other, her holding his arms and him doing likewise. Once Ben lost his balance, Rey slid her foot behind his, causing him to collapse.

"Jesus— Christ !" 

Horror.

Rey almost felt bad for him, but her body couldn't let him go even if she wanted to.

Her eyes betrayed her, indeed a wicked little smile on her face.

"Oh God, you're one of those types," Ben winced as Rey straddled him. 

Rey felt the electric sting of the alpha prod Dr. Snoke liked to use on her when she refused to cooperate with his studies.

"What do you mean, 'one of those types.'" She said, voice low. 

“Nothing—just…I never thought I’d be attacked by a First Order Alpha.”

The praise softened Rey only for a moment and then Ben grunted and struggled beneath her. He fruitlessly wiggled and kicked back and forth but was going no where. Ben fatigued and gave up momentarily, his eyes resigned to what came next. 

Rey felt insulted.

"You don't know how good this pussy will be, do you?" Rey asked, standing up and lifting Ben up by his neck so his feet kicked and dangled.

Ben looked down at her with concerned more than contempt.

"No matter," she said. "I'm Rey…sorry for the lack of proper introductions earlier—Ben.”

“And oh!” she said, hand over her mouth, “I almost forgot—and that—“

She threw him clean across the forest with no warning, his back slamming into a tall object.

“That is a tree, sir.”

Ben made a pained noise and then went still. 

Rey went up to her newly defeated partner and helped reposition him against the same tree he just collided with. His spine must have been killing him, as he said nothing while catching his breath and unzipping his pants. He closed his eyes in pain and maybe to give Rey a little bit of privacy—who knew—but rapidly, Rey peeled off every article of clothing until she was completely naked. Ben's eyes widened when he absorbed the sight, his mouth parting to protest but somehow unable to find the words.

"Pull it out," Rey commanded.

Eyes on her perfectly manicured bush, Ben absentmindedly reached into his boxer briefs and pulled his erect cock out. A tiny gasp escaped Rey’s lungs at the sight and beauty of it. Moving to stand over him, they both accepted that this was the natural order now. No more mating ritual shit of chasing and fleeing.

Rey squatted down, her knees in the dirt. With a practiced hand, Ben reached up and held her ass cheek open while he guided his cockhead to her dripping cunt. Sighing with content, Rey sank onto her Omega's length. 

"Are you okay?" Ben asked.

"Yeah," Rey said, fully seated. She started riding him with no pretense.

“Fuck.” Ben’s gripped tightened, spreading Rey’s ass cheeks, her asshole stretching with the pull. She didn’t care though. Rey lapped at his neck, the taste of orange marmalade even better than she could have imagined.
She was fucking and tasting and nothing was better for an Alpha like her. Bouncing harder, slamming her cunt onto Ben Solo faster and faster—Rey was close. Leather. Aftershave. Cherry wood furniture stain. A quill and ink. Fire smoke. Roasted vanilla. 

Rey's moans grew louder and more pained, and if it wasn’t for her overwhelming need to claim this man—she could almost appreciate how her mating song sounded. "You sound…uh…so fucking good…" Ben moaned, his chest vibrating as his Omega song complimented Rey’s.

Rey closed her eyes and let herself absorb the moment. 

She only got to sing this song once—and she couldn’t believe how quickly it happened once she was out in the real world. Away from Snoke and what he told her. 

Rey rode Ben's cock faster, her slick slapping and suctioning as her pussy worked. With an ending pound of her cunt down his entire shaft, Ben pulsed hard and long inside her. Rey rapidly licked his mating gland, coating her taste buds, savoring his sweet and rich flavor, as her clamp squeezed his cock. 

"Holy fuck," Ben sobbed, his face broken as his knot swelled into the clamp's almost dangerously restricted space. Ben’s posture slumped as Rey's vaginal wall cilia lavished his cock.

“Feels like your pussy is licking my dick."

"You'd like that all the time, wouldn't you, Ben?"

This was the first night they’ve ever actually interacted. 

"Yes, Alph—Fuck—err—goddammit, no!—Alp—"

Rey laughed when Ben dutifully gritted out, "Yes, Alpha."

"You sure this is what you want?" She asked, serious again. 

Ben nodded.

Rey politely allowed Ben one last chance by licking a stripe along his mating gland, her pussy pulsating a single shock wave around his cock—reminding him of what she was offering.

"Do it. Please, Rey.”

”Ah, ah,” Rey waved a finger.

”Let me keep some of my fucking manhood, damn.”
He complained.

Rey smirked.

”Please mate me, Alpha.”

”Thank you.” Rey smiled. 

Then she bit Ben Solo.

He yelped and whined for a moment while Rey held him tighter, reassuringly. "Shh, shh, good omega," Rey cooed, pulling his head to her chest.

Ben's knot was deflating, but he still couldn't pull out due to Rey's clamp. Not exactly time-sensitive to life’s other obligations, but it increased the odds of conceiving pups by a wide margin.

"How long is this supposed to take?" Ben asked, his knot totally deflated but his cock still held hostage.  

"About twenty minutes—hold still—"

"What are you doing?" Ben asked, flinching away from Rey's hands. She said nothing as she gently grabbed sections of his hair.

Ben groaned and rolled his eyes when he realized what she was doing. 

Proudly naked and clamped onto her now-mated Omega's cock in the middle of a forest—Rey passed the time by braiding Ben's Solo's hair.