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The king of Alderaan was dying.
To his son and only heir to the throne, Ben Solo, the news wasn’t as distressing as it should have been. In fact, it was quite relieving. It meant he could return to the island. His banishment would be over as soon as his father passed, and he would take his rightful place as the next king. No longer would he have to stay in his uncle’s resort on the mainland, hiding from paparazzi who still thought following around and documenting the banished prince of Alderaan’s civilian life was prime entertainment.
Not that there was anything civilian about his life. He lived in a penthouse within the hotel. He had negotiated an entire floor to himself with Uncle Luke; if he was given proper living arrangements, he would apprentice for Luke, like the old man wanted. Ben thought that his uncle thought he could ‘help’ Ben in some way. Teach him the inner workings of the resort and what it stood for. What it stood for was being a getaway for rich people to come and realign their chakras and de-stress. A bunch of bogus, is what Ben thought of it.
Uncle Luke, however, truly believed in the message he was selling.
“Take a deep breath,” the old man’s eyes were closed, and he had Ben’s shoulder gripped firmly. “I can feel you not taking a deep breath.”
“Luke, I’m fine,” Ben mumbled around his toothbrush.
“You just learned your father is ill. Your root chakra is experiencing a lot of stress, I can feel the tension. Now, deep breaths,” this time Luke took a deep breath of his own and tapped Ben’s shoulder to prompt the taller man to do the same.
Ben complied, in one single deep breath through his nose. He looked up to the ceiling, out the skylight window in the bathroom they were in. Ben still didn’t know why his uncle couldn’t have waited for Ben to finish brushing his teeth before sharing the news about his father.
“And release,” Luke slowly blew out his breath.
Ben huffed his breath out, simultaneously pulling his toothbrush from his mouth and his shoulder from Luke’s grasp. He padded over to the sink he had abandoned when his uncle had come in and demanded he had news that had to be heard right then .
A quick spit into the sink, and then a wipe of his mouth and Ben was done in the bathroom. He left his uncle, walking out into his room where a maid had set out his outfit the night before. It was a pair of dark grey wool cashmere pants and a poplin shirt, with an argyle sweater set out as well. Perfect outfit to play the part of a prince trying to get back into the public’s good graces. It wasn’t Ben’s taste and it made him feel too much like a 27-year-old man trying to be a schoolboy, but it would look good for the photos of him working with Luke that would be inevitably taken and undoubtedly be published.
The toilet flushed and Luke joined Ben in the bedroom a minute after, walking over to the floor to ceiling windows and looking out at the rocky beach below.
“I am going to visit Leia and Han at the end of this week. Get more information on his condition.”
Ben finished untucking his collar from the sweater before walking to stand next to his uncle. The sky outside was bright and cloudless. It matched his mood, although he made sure his expression didn’t. Smiling while talking about his father’s imminent demise was a sure way to lose his penthouse, no matter how much he offered to learn from his uncle.
“Alright.”
“I’ll tell them you say hello.”
“Don’t,” Ben said roughly. Then he cleared his throat, “I’ll send them a letter. You don’t have to talk to them for me.”
“Last time you sent a letter, Leia called me to complain about the colourful language you used.”
“I was mad last time. Han had just banished me.”
Luke nodded solemnly and then turned to look up at Ben. Gave the smallest of smiles before clapping his hand onto his nephew’s shoulder once again. “Alcida will bring your breakfast up and then we have a meeting at nine. I’ll see you then.”
“Tell her to leave the cart in the kitchen. I’m going to go over the presentation one more time and I don’t want to be disturbed.”
Another nod from Luke before he left.
As soon as Ben heard the penthouse elevator ding and disappear, he swiftly walked over to his bedroom door and shut and locked it. It would be a long and busy day and he had a very important message in his OnlyCams inbox waiting for him.
Ben snatched his laptop from his nightstand before sitting on his bed and opening it. He leaned against his headboard and brushed his finger on the mousepad to wake the screen up. Once logged in, an internet tab of his OnlyCams inbox was already up. A long history of messages was there, all with the same camgirl, and one new one was lit up as unread.
He clicked on it immediately.
Hey Kyl0R3n! Thank you so much for requesting another custom video. I couldn’t find a dildo quite the size you requested at my local shop, but I bought the 7 inch one, so I hope that’s okay! If there’s one online that is the size you want, go ahead and send me a link to it, and I’ll buy it because it’s my fault I don’t have an 8 inch one for the custom. Hope you enjoy anyway <3
[squirtingforkylo.mp4]
He would have to find an eight-inch dildo and send her money and a link for it, because he didn’t want her to pay for it. He would enjoy this video even if she didn’t use a toy the same size as him. He downloaded the file and set the laptop to the side as he worked his top out of his pants and unzipped them. His briefs and pants rested low on his thighs, and he began to softly stroke his already half-hard cock. He hadn’t even seen Kira’s video and yet his body was responding already. She was all he had been getting off to for over a year now, after all.
Ben angled the laptop towards himself as the video started.
Kira was on her bed, in a tight white shirt that was so thin Ben could see her nipples peeking through and a pair of women’s boyshort panties. Her face was off camera, like usual. Ben has always wondered what Kira looked like but no matter how much he dug around to try and find her, she was smart about internet privacy.
“Hi, Kylo,” Kira whispered in a low voice. The ‘o’ was drawn out at the end, a result of her light accent. It was always the only time she was going to talk in the video, and her voice was low and breathy. It had taken months of requesting custom videos from Kira before he got her to say his name at the beginning. No matter what he offered, she only ever whispered a hello. After that, the only time he heard her voice was her moans when she came, and the way she hummed songs as she stripped down and started to pleasured herself.
Stroking a little faster and tightening his grip on his cock, Ben watched enraptured as Kira started to run her hands up and down her body.
She started to hum. Her hum went breathy as she played with her nipples over her shirt and started up again as she hooked her thumbs under the fabric and pulled it up over her tits in a teasing way. When her hands got to the top of her chest and the top of the screen, she pressed down to jiggle her small breasts for Ben.
“Fuck,” Ben grunted, stopping his stroking. He was already too close and needed to watch this video now before his week got busy.
After teasing Ben, she continued to pull her shirt off and then moved to shimmy her panties down her hips.
The humming continued, but now Ben recognized the song. A new pop number that played incessantly on the radio in the resort lobby. When he’d heard it before, it had always annoyed him, but Kira humming it made it okay. Made him want to keep listening.
Naked, and spreading her legs, Ben finally saw her puffy pussy. Her arousal was smeared across her thighs, glistening against her smooth, tanned skin. Absolutely delectable.
She pressed her middle finger to the apex of the slit of her pussy, down on her swollen clit and began to circle her finger around it. Her humming got breathy again as her thighs got slicker.
“Just like that, baby, get nice and wet,” Ben didn’t start stroking himself again, but thought about how if she were there with him, it would be his tongue on her clit instead of her fingers.
A whimper from the video, and then Kira was pulling her hand back and dipping her middle finger lower and into her hole. She got her fingers nice and wet before pulling them out and showing them off up close to the camera.
“Good girl,” Ben praised. He loved that she showed him how much she wanted to fuck herself for him. Loved her eagerness.
There was a little bit of a shuffling sound as Kira reached forward and off to the side. When her body came back into frame, she was holding the new dildo. It was not as big as Ben, but close, and uncut just like him.
Kira leaned back onto her feet before holding the dildo down on the bed and sinking down onto it slowly. Her hums cut off into a low moan. She rocked back and forth, lifting her hips as she slid forward and sinking deep on the dildo when she rolled back.
“Fuck,” Ben finally started to stroke himself again, timing it with the way his Kira rode the dildo.
Kira wasn’t humming anymore but almost singing with how constantly she was moaning and whimpering. She gave up on rubbing her clit against the sheets and propped one arm behind her to hold her at an angle so she could rub her clit with her free hand.
Ben fucked into his hand faster, able to tell that Kira was getting close. He knew, had been watching her for long enough that he could read her body, knew her cues.
A few seconds after he thought she was close, she was coming. Loud moans and jerky rolls of her hips. She stopped riding the dildo after she came, but continued playing with her clit fast, and Ben felt his balls tighten with anticipation. He was close.
When Kira came for a second time, Ben came with her. She squirted and he shot ropes of cum all over his hand.
Ben was panting hard, and so was Kira, though through the tiny speakers of his laptop.
Her panting cut off abruptly as the video ran to the end and stopped.
Ben sat covered in his own spend for a few minutes until there was a knock on the door of his penthouse and he heard the maid roll a squeaking cart into his kitchen.
Cleaning up quickly, Ben opened the chat box with Kira and sent her a quick message requesting another custom video, once all the drama had blown over. He sent her payment in advance and then headed out to the kitchen where his breakfast would be waiting for him.