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Milk.
That was the only thing you could think of. Your mind constantly came back to the creamy delicious liquid that you took for granted in your childhood. Now you were working as a gonk droid mechanic on the largest Star Destroyer in the First Order, light years away from any sort of Bantha farm. You frowned and swallowed the saliva pooling in your mouth from imagining the blue liquid. You smacked the Gonk on your table back into working order and stamped it’s approval form, before clocking out for the day. It was incredibly late, only a few Stormtroopers patrolling the halls at this hour, murmuring between each other about some new holo-arcade game. You wandered past them to the elevator, aggressively stabbing the keypad.
“Good evening.” The modulated voice greeted you as the elevator doors slid open, revealing the one and only Jedi Killer himself.
“Evening, Supreme Leader.” You mumbled with a half hearted salute, stepping in to the elevator and giving Kylo Ren a wide berth. Last thing you needed was to get force choked tonight.
You picked at the dirt under your nails as the elevator whirred, willing it to move faster. Your bed was calling your name and you desperately wanted to fulfil that call. Moisture filled your mouth again as delightful thoughts of a fresh glass of Bantha milk danced through your tired brain. At least, you could at least enjoy a refreshing glass in your dreams.
“Your thoughts are very loud.” Kylo grunted out, modulator cracking at the end of his sentence. You stiffened, ice cold fear running down your spine,
Kriff
Kriff Kriff Kriff
You were for sure going to get an arm sliced off, choked and thrown out of the ship for even thinking near your Supreme Leader. “My apologies Supreme Leader. My mind is not trained or worthy of being in your presence.” You babbled hopelessly, fiddling with your dirty coveralls.
Kylo Ren’s mask was unreadable, giving you absolutely nothing to go on. Panic was gurgling in your gut, making you incredibly uncomfortable and sweat began to dribble down the back of your neck. Kylo turned his head to face you, his hand extending threateningly towards you. The rumble of the force grew in your ears, your body stiffening as his threatening power pumped through you. Kylo flicked his wrist and you were pinned to the wall of the elevator with a stunning thump.
Kylo unlatched his helmet and stepped towards you, his heavy footfalls echoing through the steel box of the elevator, his hair falling free around his face, framing his dark features almost delicately.
“Your milk fixation is almost palpable. I can faintly taste it.” Kylo murmured, stroking your cheek. “Did you know that someone with my control of the Force can use it to alter themselves?” he pondered to no one, curling a gloved finger around a tendril of your hair, analysing it, like it was something to be treasured. Kylo lent in close to your face, his breath ghosting your lips and his nose brushing against your own. “Does someone want some milkies?” he murmured huskily, his free hand gripping his overtly large pec, squeezing it hard. A moist spot formed on the front of his tunic, quickly spreading across his pec and under his gloved hand. Your eyes widened, a blush creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks, saliva pooling in your mouth at the sight of your Supreme Leader’s surprising milk production.
Kylo released you from his Force hold, unzipping his tunic and freeing his thick breast tissue. His nipples were peaked and rosy, milk spurting in the act of release. Kylo bit into his lower lip, and cupped his breasts, rubbing his leather clad thumbs over his swollen nipples. “Care to taste?” he purred, his brown eyes raking over your body.
Well, who are you to deny your Supreme Leader?
You stepped forward, staring at his puffy nipples and licked your lips. You awkwardly placed your mouth over the peak and sucked self-consciously. Kylo rolled his eyes and pulled you into his body, a heavy hand appearing on the back of your head, holding you in place as if you were a child at the breast. “That’s it. Suckle from me like a newborn babe.” He purred, his voice like a bar of dark chocolate. You did as you were told, suckling the sweet tasting milk greedily, for sure causing bruises to form on Kylo’s milky white skin. You slinked your arms around his chest, securing your hold to this precious fountain of indulgence. Kylo moaned softly, his fingers lacing into your hair, tugging gently at the strands.
You slurped greedily until you drained him, popping off his nipple with a vulgar wet sound. Kylo pushed you back into wall, as if you were made of tissue paper and squirted his other breast at your face. You gluttonously opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, accepting his milk as it sprayed across your face as if you were a cheap whore.
Kylo inhaled deeply, zipping himself back up and wiping the corners of your mouth with his thumb. “I think I’ve discovered a new favourite past time.” He hummed, the elevator dinging at his floor. “Feel free to come by, if those thoughts grow too loud.” He added over his shoulder, leaving the elevator.
The doors sealed shut and you slid down onto the floor, milk still coating your face and dribbling down onto your stained coveralls.
By all of Alderaan's ghosts, you’re going to take him up on that offer.