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𝗘𝘅𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲 - 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁 ⠀

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𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚:🔞 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗱𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

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𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝘅𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁, 𝗝𝗲𝗱𝗶 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝘅 𝗢𝗖 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗯𝗶-𝘄𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗶, 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗬𝗼𝗱𝗮 , 𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗸𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿, 𝗤𝘂𝗶-𝗚𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝗻⠀

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𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5733

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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / 𝘀𝘂𝗯 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗲, 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗙! 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲 / 𝗰𝘂𝗺 , 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻

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𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 @hellhound5925 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝘁 & 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵🙌🏻🫶🏻⠀

𝗗𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝗼 @idontgetanysleep 🥰

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𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 @hello-there-cyarika 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗣𝗧 𝟮👀🫣

For my beautiful amazing friend @lune-de-miel-au-paradis I know how much you love Darth Maul, I know this has taken longer than expected but I wanted it to be perfect for you & I hope you love it🤍🤍

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Another long rather boring waiting period whilst your Master Obi-Wan Kenobi spent his time discussing the Sith Lords apprentice with the Jedi Council. As a padawan learner it was not something you were overly privy too unless Obi-Wan revealed certain details to you.

You had been rather on the annoyed side as today was your final day of tests before you were to become a Jedi Knight, but as your master always says duty calls and council duty comes first.

You incessantly fiddle with anything you can get your hands on, the clip to your lightsaber , your silky chestnut brown hair, all while deep in thought.

Finally for what seems like a lifetime Obi-wan appears from the grand doors of the council room , as he walks over to you a gentle hand rests on your shoulder pulling you away from your thoughts and back to reality.

“I sense a disturbance around you young one” his voice mellow, awaiting your response.

“Sorry Master I was just thinking about my tests…”

Before you can finish he cuts off you with his reassuring calm demeanour.

“You have all the time in the galaxy to take these tests but right now we are needed. It appears our old friend Darth Maul has been spotted, Master Yoda wishes us to confirm this.”

Darth Maul, the name sends a cold tingle down your spine. You know he was the one to kill Qui-Gon Jinn and you know deep down it is not the Jedi way to hold grudges yet you feel, even if it was only minuscule that your Master did indeed hold that grudge.

A few rotations later you and Obi-wan find yourselves on Tatooine, sifting through the bustling crowds. The sun blazing down upon you both as you made your way to the small saloon.

“Please do try to keep a low profile young one we are not to draw any attention to ourselves, our presence here may not always be welcomed”

You roll your eyes letting out a small chuckle knowing you would more than likely ignore your masters words and do your own thing. He has often told you how much you remind him of a young Anakin Skywalker.

Time passes yet neither you nor your master sense or see Darth Maul. Yet this odd niggling feeling overcomes you, as if you are being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck suddenly stand on end and an alarmed emotion washes over you.

Was it the force or something more sinister?

Or was it just you loosing your mind on this maker forsaken planet of dust balls?

But you could hear it, the ever so faint whisper of the word exquisite almost like a rasping. No matter how hard you try , and by the force you are trying but you can’t seem to block out this whisper. Your heart began to race and that tingling feeling came back, but this was unlike before. No this one was burnt into you. A ghost finger trailing so softly up your arm towards your neck a gentle tug of the necklace you wear with pride.

A quick pinching off your forearm reminds you that your head needs to be on the game and focused. You are looking for Darth Maul, a night brother of Dathomir and a powerful Sith Lord.

But you feel it, you feel him boring into you. You gasp slightly in awe before slowly turning around glowing eyes capture you in what feels like a krykna web. His rich golden yellow eyes illuminate enough of his face covered by the hood of his inky black robes. He is beautiful yet sinister. His gaze upon you, watching you like you are his pray sends a hot flush to your cheeks. Turning to your master Obi-wan is your feeble attempt to break away from him and that smirk forming.

“Master….?” You say your voice in an almost whisper. You look over watching as your master adjusts the hood of his robes.

“I feel it too” he says, one hand placed on his chin as he was surveying the entire saloon. Both of you begin to make haste towards the doorway spotting the cloaked figure running out. But your chase for this mysterious being seems to have come to an abrupt stop. A dead end down an alleyway filled with nothing but a womp rat or two.

Physically you may of been alone but it seems the force was connecting you more and more with the son of Dathomir.

Again those whispers float all around you, sweeping through your very existence, filling your senses. No this must stop. You are soon to be a Jedi Knight and Jedi do not fall for such mind tricks by someone who was seduced to the dark side.In the orange glowing of the sunset you feel the hands of the force pulling you in, closer and closer until in the you make out two shapes, your master and the other one head to toe in black wielding an intimidating red double bladed lightsaber. His crown of horns poking through his hooded cloak.

“Obi-wan Kenobi we meet again” he says,a small sinister chuckle rumbles from his throat before forming up into his Form VI - Niman.

Watching as the two begin to stalk each other, neither backing down. A frustrations starts to bubble up from somewhere deep. Recalling your training and collecting yourself, you run over to the two without a second thought.

As you free your light saber from the clip of the belt cinched around your small waist, igniting the blade an Indigo blue halo forms around you. You block a strike that was headed straight for your master positioning yourself between the two men. As if morphing into one, you and the Sith Lord seem to become connected in ways you can’t begin to fathom. In synchronized movements, you exchange strikes once more. Your sabers collide again and again.

Blocking another blow, your hood falls from your head revealing a beauty Maul has never once witnessed in his life.

Your soft wavy hair gently blowing like delicate wildflowers in a summers evening field. Your pink plump lips pursed in pure concentration, the way your wide innocent eyes stare into his very existence showing no fear.

Almost as if time stopped, everything stood still. Every star planet in the galaxy came to a screeching halt, as the two of you stood there, lightsabers crossed, the red and indigo blades creating quite a stunning contrast as sparks fly.

His rich glowing eyes fixated on you, his heart began to race, the blood pumped through his veins and for a small moment you slit your gaze directly to the terrifying yet handsome Zabrak, your twinkling green eyes meet his red fire observance. That tingling feeling came back and overpowered every sense within you, shooting straight to your core. A feeling of fear yet prurience began rolling over you in waves. It takes you swift and sure. Only the sound of your Master’s voice dragged you back into the reality of the situation.

“I see you have met my Padawan” Obi-wan’s sarcastic tone fills the empty air before he takes on his usual Soresu style.

“Sarna look out!”

Obi-wan screams but to no avail a harsh blow strikes down against your saber causing you to fall back against the warm sandy foundations of Tatooine. Suddenly a dull tight feeling engulfs you. Unmoving with his inspection fully concentrated on you his mouth now cracked into an evil smile, your vision begins to blur, the air slowly being sucked out to you as you desperately claw at your throat in an attempt to yank the ghost hands away from you.

An anguished growl following a heavy thump to the harsh ground, you look over to see Maul clutching his arm, one last time his eyes survey over you, over your body then back to your fetching face.

And then he’s gone.

Instantaneously you find yourself back on Coruscant and back inside the walls of the Jedi Temple. Leaving your master with the council you take yourself off to your private quarters in hopes of some relaxation, some time to just cognizant those strange feelings that you’ve had with this Sith Lord.

Your body touched by the blush of the setting sun you lay back onto your bed, your hands restless your mind even more so.

You try and yet you cannot seem to fully let your mind be at peace, your body is full of rage and pent up frustration. Not something a Jedi should be feeling, not that is not allowed however more like something not to be openly discussed, but you are inflamed, your body longing for a release and a release you want him to fulfil, his chiselled handsome face, the feeling of his strong grip.

Your yearning for it- for him.

The wetness between your legs seeping out of your panties. Your pussy is aching. You lay your head back into the softness of your pillows squeezing them shut trying to think of anything to stop the urgency of your throbbing sex.

You feel fingertips achingly slow lightly running down your stomach all the way to your core, rubbing circles against your leather trousers each rub becoming more prominent than the last.

The fear you felt now put to shame by the desire sending shivers all over your body. His voice is back again just like on Tatooine, however this time brimming with sheer lust.

“Ah… the young Padawan… so beautiful so innocent “ he whispers.

You shoot your eyes open frantically darting around your small room, trying to place the voice to his face.

His voice is so regal, so harsh but maker you feel yourself so intrigued by it.

Physically your alone but he is with you somehow connected through the force. Suddenly you throw your hand upto your neck searching for your small pearl necklace your mother gifted you before you were taken to the Jedi Temple. She had always known the force was strong with you.

“Ah ah ah… finally noticed young one?” His voice sniggers coldly.

“Let me give you some advice young one- a Padawan should always be mindful of their surroundings, they should be able to feel when something is a miss..”

“It appears your Master has not naughty you well… Jedi…” he hisses.

“Get out of my head!” You spit sitting up on your bed your hands covering your head trying to ignore his voice and your lust filled thoughts. Your skin is prickling , your pulse quickening.

“Tsk tsk” he croons, almost as if you can feel his lips pressed against your neck and you can’t help by lolling your head back allowing the Sith Lord more access to your sensitive skin.

“But aren’t you curious young one?” His voice so taunting.

The way he manipulates the force to awaken this dark lust within you. The feeling of him gently nipping at your skin , another ghost hand delicately kneading at the soft flesh of your chest.

Before you can form a reply, the smallest of breathy moans leaves your lips. Your breath catches and your nails grip at your linen bed sheets.

“Curious about what?” You huff using all your will to stop this feeling you know is so wrong and goes against everything , the order, what you have dedicated your life to. You try in vain to push him away, yet he’s far too big, too powerful.

His large forearm now bracing your wrists together above your head with one hand, the invisible body over you so heavy you can’t squirm. The other ghost hand palming over your moist entrance pressing firmer as each second goes by.

“Everything” He is so close you feel his hot breath fan over your face.

Your gasps and soft moans are enough for him to continue his unseen exploration of your petite perfect body.

Those ghost fingers pull open at your trousers enough so he has access to your wet pussy he desires, slowly and feather light you feel beautiful pleasure begin to seep through you as he begins to rub your sensitive clit, gentle at first before the pace quickens.

Volts of filthy yearning flow over you in waves , his pace never relenting only becoming quicker.

“More- dont stop… please”

you mewl and moan bucking your hips up so desperately for more of his touch, so desperately wanting to feel his skilled fingers inside of you. Your climax ever so close to spilling out and engulfing your whole body.

“Ah yes. More?” His low sinister chuckle fills the room.

You feel the ghost finger tips slide down your sternum between your breast bone all the way to your centre. His touch is oh so galvanizing.

“Oh you exquisite thing, there is plenty of time for more, but now I have more pressing matters I must attend too”

As quick as it came his touch is now gone. You whine at the loss of his fingers working you so expertly.

The room now suddenly feels so empty and you can’t help but pathetically attempt to cover yourself up.

A racing heart and the bed around you cold in the dark night sky glow and all that is left is the lingering feeling is his large fingers. The feeling of sin gnawing away at you.

Yet you still want more.

Just as you considering finishing the job yourself there's a knock at your door. In panic you collect yourself before answering sheepishly

“Oh, hello Master. What can I do for you?"

Obi-wan scratches at his chin and for a moment and the panic that runs over your body wondering if he picked up on what went on just a few short moments ago is spreading like wild fire.

Raising a brow he drops his hand back to his side "it seems we are needed and will be leaving shortly”.

His tone of voice always has a way to calm you no matter what the situation.

You continue to push the thoughts out of your mind from earlier in the evening and take yourself to the fresher to get ready for the next mission, and for all the stars above you have no idea where you are going or what this mission entails.

From leaving the Jedi Temple , to the ride in the starship to finally landing back on Tatooine, maker you don’t know what it is but you have a strong dislike for this planet. The landing was smooth your master was a good pilot but not as good as Anakin Skywalker. Obi-wan knew the admiration you felt for Anakin. He was proud of you and of Anakin.

“Not a bad landing Master” you chuckle as the hiss of the door opening and the landing pad extends.

Obi-wan simply glances at you and rubs his hand over his chin once more.

“Now now Sarna, please keep your focus. We are to locate Darth Maul and by all means necessary bring him back to Coruscant to face trial”

You nod. “Yes Master” even you are surprised as to how calm you truly are.

“Keep your comms on, we are to meet back here by suns down” Obi-wan instructs you whilst adjusting his hood and departs off into the bustling streets.

For a brief moment you stand there and compose yourself scanning your surrounds until once again that rasping whisper floods your ears.

“Hello exquisite thing. Come to me. We have much to discuss on such little time” his regal commanding voice has you completely following his orders until you find yourself standing in front of a large durasteel door.

A quick whooshing sound and in the shadows you see him, the sight of him stood there now feels rather sinister, his crimson skin decorated with black tattoos , his rich yellow eyes glowing boring into yours. Under his black hooded robes you can make out his horns.

Silence.

That heat pools in your stomach dampening your core once more, yet you stand there as tall as you can trying your upmost best to not let him sense your fears…. And your lust.

“Do I frighten you?”

His rich and regal voice is striking.

Finally you remove your hood revealing your beauty once more to Maul. Standing there he begins to drink in all you have to offer. His eyes gaze up and down your body wrapped in your brown tunic and tight leather trousers.

“I believe you have something that belongs to me, I’m here to take it back and you are to be taken back to Coruscant”

A low rumble chuckle fills the once more silence.

“Young Padawan you may of course have this piece of jewellery back, please step in and I will hand it over to you”

A cruel smirk twists in his face, and those eyes roam over your chest partially peaking out from your tunic.

Slowly you step into the small room, one hand placed firmly on your lightsaber whilst the other twitches at your side. Trying so hard to compose yourself. Finally you stop in the centre of the room.

Maul begins to circle you achingly slow until he stops behind you, so close you can feel his breath fan over you. Your heart races and your core throbs

He leans into you his strong body pushed firmly against your back. You suck in an intake of breathe in the most quiet way you can, your hand still holding your lightsaber, a matter of life and death when you are in such close proximity to a powerful Sith Lord.

“Your thoughts betray you young one”

A raspy whisper in your ear before he gently places his lips on your bare flesh, kissing your neck so featherlight. Once again he manipulates the force and you feel your necklace back in place.

Each beat of your heart becomes louder and louder, faster and faster.

“I know what it is you desire exquisite one”

“And what is that Maul?” You turn around to face him, your pretty green eyes staring straight at him.

Silence.

Neither of you say a word for a few moments.

Maul sighs through his nose and for a brief second looks to the ground before looking back up at you, at your irresistible face and a dark smile tugs at the corner of his lips and his eyes fill with lust.

“This”

Forcefully pushing you against the cold stone wall,he wraps his arm around your waist, while the other gently grabs onto your neck, his hold is robust as he kisses you hard. Your pussy throbs for him. You moan into his kiss, as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

The sound of his deep groans sparks that sweet sinful wetness between your legs once again, and all you crave is , for him to be close to you, on you, inside you.

The friction between your legs burning and burning you desperately pull him closer trying to feel anything you can, Maul senses this and presses into you even closer. You can feel the thick hardening of his cock straining against his trousers , against you. Your wet pussy is so needy for him and he knows this.

Oh stars you are fucking craving this.

Breaking away from the hot and heavy kiss, you rip at his own dark tunic pulling it and throwing to the other end of the room. His body is so toned so fucking sexy, filled with those black tattoos you can’t help but admire. You bite your bottom lip looking the Sith Lord directly in his eyes with an innocence he has such a need to destroy, and for a minuscule of a second you see a softness wash over his features, before he lunges back at you so desperate to feel you again.

Grinding against you hard, pushing into you he makes quick work of removing all of your clothing revealing your delicate olive skin, your small chest falls from your bra. If weren’t listening you would of almost missed his gasping as his eyes drink in your naked body.

He slowly gets onto his knees , his mouth devastatingly close to your glistening pussy, he is fixated on what he sees in front of him , his hands trailing over every inch of you, worshipping your body like a serene goddess.

“Open your legs” he commands in a voice you dare not to disobey.

And you do, you spread your legs wide and throw your head back against the wall as he begins to feast on you, like a man starved. His tongue working with such authority such virtuoso, lapping up your sweet juices. You whimper and moan as he sucks on your clit.

Sucking , biting and licking at your soaking pussy he does not stop he keeps going and going , his tongue begins fucking you while one hand works your overly sensitive clit you can feel the build up of your orgasm nearing. His moans of praise pushing you even further

“Ohhh - Maul yes I’m going to-“

He slows his tongue down and looks up at you placing a gentle wet kiss over your slit.

“Shhh I know” he hushes and with that slides two large fingers inside you pumping them in and out at a furious pace all whilst he suck’s on your clit.

“Mmm good girl you taste as exquisite as you look ”

Your body simply cannot stand it and you come undone. An overwhelming white hot sensation engulfs you. Shaking and sobbing with such beautiful rapture. You run your hands delicately over those sharp horns and pull him up to face you. That smirk is there yet not sinister more sensual.

Laying back into the small makeshift bed your hair splayed out , your perfect body glowing with a thin sheen of sweat unable to take your eyes off this incredible Zabrak you open your legs enough to allow him the access you are so thirsting for.

“Do you want this exquisite one?” His voice laced in passion.

You can only whimper out a shakey “yes” before you feel him sinking balls deep into you. Your arms tangle around each other , his pace slow, gentle allowing you to adjust to his immense size, you feel every rib, every vein as his pace picks up.

“Good girl you look ever so good beneath me”

“I am the only one who will fuck you like this exquisite one…” his regal voice continues to send that shiver down your spine.

“Mmmm Maul- ohh yes it’s only you”

Your needy whines and whimpers fuel his furious pounding into you.

Maul yanks your legs placing them up and onto his shoulders allowing him to reach into you even deeper.

He peppers your ankles with silky kisses before continuing his sedulous fucking.

He groans and starts to fuck you harder and harder, it feels so right yet so wrong at the same time. You feel a shadow of darkness engulf you if only for a brief movement. Looking up at him through your sex- drunk eyes you see him so close to his peak , he looks so beautiful his eyes begin to flutter as his pace falters you can feel him loosing control deep inside you. Wet erotic sounds of passionate yet filthy love making fill the air , your orgasm teetering so close to erupting out of you.

You pull him into you as he kisses and bites at your neck groaning lewd praises his hands firmly grabbing the soft flesh of hips, his guttural growls and his relentless fucking of your cunt sends you over the edge.

Crying out in sheer bliss you , you whine so pathetically for him coating his throbbing monstrous cock in your creamy cum. His arms never leave your shaking breathless body while his hips buck even harder into you splitting you in two.

“Ohhh Maul- yes oh stars don’t stop”

One final harsh thrust he groans and curses in his native tongue coating your sweet tight insides full of his seed. The sweet ache of him stretching you releasing himself within you, his burning hot skin against yours, his firm hold on you and his tender kisses in the crook of your neck sends a lightening bolt of white hot pleasure flowing throughout you, your pussy milking his perfect cock for as much as you can get. His warm cum drips out of your ruined pussy, slowly running down your thighs.

Laying by your side Maul gently rubs his fingers over your slit catching the cum as falls out of you. Watching your every move.

That dark sinister smile beaming at you as he plays with a sensitive nipple slowly rubbing both his and your release smoothly over your tits. Turning your head slightly looking at him with wide eyes blown with lust he places his sticky thumb onto your swollen lips , without hesitation you gently part your lips, sucking the sweet and tangy juices off of his thumb ever so divinely.

His eyes so smug, he can sense your thoughts.

“Mmm I believe you want more- yes?”

Running his fingers up the side of your thigh with his free hand, nails digging into your flesh, the sight of you pleading so desperate, he adores this. He takes such pleasure from this.

So achingly slow he slides two fingers inside you, your cum filled pussy taking his fingers easily, gasping as he enters you.

“Maul…” you sigh closing your eyes biting at your bottom lip trying to control the moans that are so close to spilling out of your mouth.

Taking him by surprise you grab his throbbing length and begin to pump him fast driving him crazy.

He growls at your touch and uses his free hand to take a fistful of your hair, and pulls your to face him. He wants to watch you come undone once more for him, to watch your beautiful face contort in the pleasure he brings you. Again and again his two fingers explore inside you until he finds that sweet sensitive spongy spongy spot that sends jolting piercing pleasure throughout you once more.

Your walls clench around his fingers as the intensity of your third orgasm rips through you. You work in sync with him pumping him tighter and faster until his cock twitches squirting thick ropes of warm cum over your hand and thigh.

He curses, removing himself from your grip to run his fingers down the side of your face.

Your soft sobs of dizzy gratification slowly begin to fade away as you steady your breathing. You feel a soft kiss upon your temple and for a moment the only sounds in the room are your breathing in unison.

“Exquisite one are you - … did I hurt you?” Suddenly realising how fragile you are laid under him.

Stuttering your words you can only muster a quiet “no”

Maul slowly pulls away from you to place his robe over the both of you as lays at your side gently holding you, a sense of calm and peace rush over you and you melt into his strong arms, drawling circles into his biceps with your fingers. The silence is just beautiful right now. You turn around to face him placing a gentle and upon his cheek, he slightly flinches at your touch but slowly he weakens and relaxes feeling your delicate hand so kindly caressing his face.

As a Sith Lord showing this affection it is weak, he could easily strike you down here and now yet he chooses to hold you, to make you feel alive yet deep down you know how wrong this is, and in this succulent moment you don’t even hear the door whoosh open.

“Sarna….” The disappoint in your Masters voice falls heavy on you, it feels like your heart is breaking.

Obi-wan stands there his face completely and utterly dismayed. Pure incandescent rage seeps into his blue eyes which bore into the sight of his Padawan, in the arms of a Sith Lord. His fingers twitch at the side of his lightsaber.

“Jedi..” Maul growls his wrath causes him to push his arm across as if you protect you from the galaxy and the evil within it.

“Let”

“Her”

“Go”

“Or this time I really will kill you Maul”

“Master! Please let me explain!” You beg and bundle past Maul in great need of trying to unravel this mess you have gotten yourself in.

It only takes you mere seconds to pull your clothing back on and race to your masters side.

“Leave… now!” Obi-wans stern voice brings you to shame , you turn to face Maul and voice a soft thank you before scuttling out of the room with your head hanging low.

The distant sound of a lightsabers clashing between your master and your unexpected lover cause nothing but affliction , your connection to the force seems so lost.

Then no more sounds spill out of the small room you and Maul had such intoxicating love making in, just silence. Deadly silence , in the distance you see a small starship zoom off into the distant sky and all you can think is thank the maker Maul is alive.

For what seems like several rotations your Master finally steps outside, glancing over at you scrutinising you before he finally speaks.

“We are to head back to Coruscant with immediate effect”

“We will speak of this to no-one , do you understand me?”

Not once have you felt Obi-wan so disenchanted. He cannot even look at you. The ride back is quiet, uncomfortable. You keep your fingers wrapped around your necklace the only thing that seems to be able to comfort you.

As soon as you touch down on Coruscant Obi-wan heads straight to the Jedi Council, your heart plummets and your stomach forms knots one cannot comprehend, you take the time to head to the gardens to mediate to try and dilute yourself. Feeling a strong presence behind you, a calm one…. Your Master.

“I have failed you Sarna”

“Just like I failed my own Master…-“ his voice trails off slightly before he regains his composure.

You blink back stinging tears, a your breathe out a deep sigh.

“You have not failed me Master, it is I who has failed you. Am I to leave the order?”

The tears glisten as they begin to fall down your rosy cheeks. Obi-wan catches sight of this and sits down next to placing his hand upon your forearm , his blue eyes twinkling in the orange glow of the setting sun.

“No my child you are staying right here, the force is strong with you and I have petitioned to the council for your tests, they take place next week, and even though I have not prepared for you this and I can only but apologise.”

“ You will become a fine Jedi Knight Sarna”

His smile brings warmth to your heart.

And with that you are left alone with your thoughts, making your way back to your quarters, you can feel him ever so slightly his regal voice whispering and repeating the same two words.

“Exquisite one”

Once back within the safety of your room you sit there dazed , confused, and that familiar heat building up in your core once more. Again your Sith lover manipulates the force and you feel ghost fingers trailing up your spine to nape of your neck.

A set of lips placing fine touch kisses down your throat. It takes much out of you but fight and fight his voice his touch. To remove them from your mind, from your body.

“Do you no longer like when I touch you?” His voice once more taunting you.

Silence.

“ Why have you forsaken me young one?” His voice cold yet you are sure there is a hint of sadness floating around in there.

“You are a Sith Lord Maul, you have been tempted and fallen to the dark side. You are weak yet you believe you are strong. You will forever be forsaken in my eyes and the eyes of many” your words strike him deeper then he could ever imagine.

Your eyes fill with tears once more, a lump in your throat forms and it becomes so difficult to swallow, your heart feels sorrow. Standing in front of the mirror in your room you brush over the bruises and bites left only a day ago, by someone you never thought would take ahold of your heart in such a profound way.

“Why do you weep?” His rich , regal voice you’ve grown fond of is so gentle tugging at the strings of your heart.

“Leave me!” You snap turning away to face your small window, gazing out on the neon glowing night of Coruscant.

“I am unable to ever hear your voice again, to ever see your face unless to bring you to justice for the crimes you have committed. The Sith cannot be allowed to resurface”

“Now go Maul” the way you brush him off so nonchalantly breaks your heart piece by piece.

For a very brief moment you can feel his pain, his anger seething inside of him burns into your veins your very existence.

The wretched hollow ache you feel causes you to howl out a mix of cries and curses. You hold onto the small necklace you dote on so deeply , turning back to the mirror once more, your eyes judge over the feeble mess you have now become. The tears stream down your face, the saltiness tainting your lips, settling on your tongue. You hold yourself with your arms repeating the same words over and over.

“I will not be tempted”.

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Corruption - Part 3

Summary: Mari's always had darkness in her, threatening to take over in the back of her mind. No matter how much the Jedi tried to train her, the darkness was always there. After the death of her first master, she finds herself under the tutelage of Master Kenobi due to the council's growing concerns about her well being. The sudden return of a certain enemy, however, has some things coming to light. Maybe the darkness was never hers to begin with.

Pairing: Maul x OC (only named, no physical descriptions given)

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, Force stuff, pregnancy, post pregnancy, postpartum issues, depression, Force psychosis sort of?, alien babies, nightmares, sleepwalking, flashbacks, PTSD, brief self harming behavior, Maul being Maul, angst with a happy ending.

A/N: So, we're at the end. A little sad, but I kind of like how this one ends. It was going to be a lot longer but I think I like it like this. It feels right, and it feels like a good ending.

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Mari stares down at the infant in her arms. She dare not move, lest she disturb him and cause him to cry once again. She had just gotten him to sleep after quite the riotous fit. She can’t blame him, though. It had pained her, watching the ritual. Maul had insisted, and also claimed they wouldn’t remember it happening.

He certainly didn’t remember his.

She gently traces the black lines along her son’s orange skin. The swelling has gone down, leaving behind flat lines dictating his heritage and his place in their small clan. His horns are beginning to come in, small, sharp tips beginning to poke through the skin on top of his head.

He’s constantly irritable and angry.

She can’t blame him.

Rage, his father had named him after a near ear-shattering crying fit that had lasted for hours just two days after his birth. They tried everything they could think of, and everything the droid had suggested, but nothing could calm him. Not until he exhausted himself, and all but passed out in her arms.

He had been a hard child from the start.

The pregnancy had made her ill, and not just physically. Her nightmares had resumed ten-fold, to the point she began sleepwalking. Many times she’d woken, lightsaber inches from Maul’s face. It had terrified her, to the point she tried to avoid sleep. That had led to delirium, and hallucinations. She saw things, things she wanted to forget.

Childbirth had been even harder. Her water had broken early, gushing with both amniotic fluid and blood. She’d labored and bled for nearly two days until the surgical droid had been forced to operate. Thanks to the droid, and Maul, all three of them made it out alright.

It had been a shock to find out they were having twins. Two babies born from the Force at once. She had wondered for nine months whether they would look anything like Maul. He had a hand in creating them, their combined power in the Force had allowed their creation, but physically he had no hand in it. Would they come out looking like her? Would there be any sign of Maul in them at all?

To her surprise, they had come out undoubtedly like Maul.

Mari rises from the bed, carefully laying Rage down in the crib next to his brother. Riot, Maul had named him, after he’d violently swung his tiny fists as he screamed with his brother. She runs a finger along his yellow skin, the inflammation of his tattoos having gone down too.

Mari moves back to the bed, sinking down on it once more. She’s tired. She’s never felt this tired before. No amount of training she had gone through, or battle she had fought, would compare to the strain of motherhood. She thought she knew what to expect after spending so much time among the younglings in the creche.

The thought sparks a pain in her chest. Tears blur her vision. Did someone help them escape? Or were they slaughtered in their beds too? So many families that had willingly parted with their children only to have them be killed so young. They wouldn’t have known, they wouldn’t have understood.

Mari presses the heels of her hands into her eyes like they might prevent the tears from falling. She still dreams of that day, running down that hallway desperate to escape. Except in her dreams she doesn’t make it. Instead she’s shot down by clones she’d known, clones she considered her friends, their faces in the front of her mind as she lay there dying.

Hands grip her arms, tugging them away from her face harshly. The scream dies in her throat as Maul’s face appears above her. Rage and Riot are screaming again, the sound registering in her ears not as her own, not as the screams of the many Jedi that had been dead for almost two years. The sides of her face by her eyes burn. She’d been digging her nails into the skin.

Maul hauls her up into a seated position, undoing the front of her robe. She’s leaking, her body responding to the cries of her children, even when her brain can’t. Maul picks up Rage first, securing him in one of her arms. He helps him latch on before grabbing Riot, securing him on the other side. She watches him numbly, her mind starting to clear a bit as hormones begin to flood her brain.

She watches as he leaves the room, heading into the ‘fresher for a moment. He comes back with a cloth, sitting in front of her on the bed. He holds her face with one hand, palm pressing into her cheek. She tilts her head into his touch, letting her eyes close. He dabs at the scratch marks on the sides of her face, the cold cloth burning the fresh wounds a bit.

“Maul,” She whispers, her voice shaking. “What’s happening to me?”

“You need to sleep.” Maul says, pulling away from you to take Rage as he finishes eating.

“I can’t.” She whispers, lifting Riot to her shoulder to burp him as he finishes. “The nightmares. They won’t stop.”

He says nothing, taking Riot from her and placing the two back in their crib. They begin to fuss quietly, tears burning in her eyes. She can’t even care for her children properly. Maul ties her robe closed, gently maneuvering her so she’s laying down. His hand presses against her forehead, the warmth of the Force easing around her. Her eyes slip closed as he puts her to sleep, unconscious before she even realizes it.

***

Mari wakes disoriented. Her mouth is dry and her tongue feels swollen. She’s bleary from too much sleep, rubbing at her eyes. Her arm brushes something soft, her hand lowering to feel the soft belly of one of her sons. She cracks her eyes open, making out the orange skin of Rage on the bed next to her. She reaches further, fingers brushing rougher skin, her fingers trailing up an arm.

Her vision clears as a hand grabs hers, lowering it gently. Maul is on the bed next to her, Riot sleeping peacefully on his bare chest. Rage is fast asleep as well on the bed between them.

“Maul?” She whispers, her voice rough. Her throat feels like she’s swallowed sand.

“You’ve been asleep for a day.” He says, turning his head to look at her.

“A day?” She asks, Rage and Riot stirring at her loud tone. “Maul-”

“I’m perfectly capable of caring for our children.” He interrupts her. “You needed rest.”

She lets her eyes close for a moment, taking a deep breath. She can feel the three of them in the Force, the softness of her sons blending into the harsh edges of Maul. She can feel the darkness swirling amongst them, reaching out for her sons, threatening to take over the light radiating from them.

She sits up abruptly, pressing a hand into her chest. She swings her legs over the edge of the bed, taking a breath. She can feel the soft prodding at the back of her mind, her body going lax as Maul overwhelms her senses. She flops back onto the bed, mirroring Maul and Rage’s positions on her back. She lifts Rage, letting him settle against her chest. He nuzzles into her chest, settling back to sleep.

Maul reaches out, taking her hand. She traces the lines of his tattoos with her eyes, tracing them all the way up to his face. His eyes are serious as they stare at her, brows slightly furrowed, the face he makes when he’s deep in thought. She lets herself get lost in his eyes, in the red-rimmed yellow of his gaze. Her children will have golden eyes that glow in the dark like his.

There will be none of her in them. None that she can see.

***

Mari kneels in the dirt, a warm breeze blowing strands of hair across her face. It’s dark, aside from the red light of the four moons above her. She’d woken from another nightmare, lightsaber in hand, standing over the crib. Her sons had been sleeping peacefully, unaware of her. Once she’d come to, she’d felt sick, her lightsaber dropping from her hand with a clang against the stone floor. She’d run to the ‘fresher, splashing cold water on her face.

She’d nearly screamed when she looked in the mirror, red eyes staring back at her. Her face is horribly mutilated and changed, a reflection of the darkness within her. She’d run from the room, ignoring the cries of her children and Maul.

She’d run from the palace entirely, out into the dark night. The tears had fallen and dried, leaving her empty. She had thought it would stop once her children were born. It was their natural Force-sensitivity that had caused the incidents while she was pregnant, Maul had said. They were wielding the Force through her, even without understanding it. She had felt the change, late in the pregnancy when their brains had developed enough. She dreamed of them, quiet presences in the Force.

Giving birth hadn’t stopped it, though.

This isn’t her children’s doing. There’s something inside of her, something causing all of this. Maul had suppressed the nightmares to a point, but there was nothing permanent. Nothing could be done to stop it entirely.

She doesn't want to hurt her children. She doesn’t want to hurt Maul either.

She sinks her fingers into the dirt, feeling the ground below her. She can feel the pulsing of energy deep within Dathomir. Whatever power fed the planet, fed the Force within it deep below. She slides off her knees, landing on her back in the dirt.

Her body falls, feet failing her as she trips over them once more. She hits the ground with a thud, the air leaving her lungs.

“You’re distracted.” The voice of her first master says. “Focus. You cannot learn if you cannot focus.”

“I’m trying.” She huffs, pushing herself back to her feet, gripping the training saber in her hands.

She’s eleven years old. She’s only been with her master for a year now. She could fight droids, but dueling was harder. Droids were predictable. One could learn their patterns without needing to think too much. Fighting people was harder. They’re unpredictable. They require more focus. Focus she doesn’t have.

She blocks the blow coming at her, trying to strike back but he’s too fast, too experienced. He blocks her, swiping her legs out from under her. She hits the ground once more, a wave of anger and frustration washing through her. She lets out a yell, jumping to her feet and swinging at him wildly.

He easily blocks her hits, forcing her onto her back once more. He pins her down, letting her struggle until she’s exhausted herself. “Finished?” He asks once she’s given in, panting from the exertion. “Anger will not help you.” He says, kneeling next to her. “It will only lead you down the path of the Dark Side.”

“I can’t help it.” She sniffles, sitting up. “It never goes away.”

“No, I don’t think it will.” He says, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You must learn not to give into it, but to accept it as part of who you are.” He stands, offering her a hand. “Come. I wish to try something.”

She takes his hand, letting him help her stand. He takes a few steps back, grabbing their training sabers once more.

“You are familiar with the forms of lightsaber combat, yes?” He asks, tossing her a training saber.

She nods, gripping the saber in her hands.

“You are most familiar with Form I as most Padawans are. I have been trying to teach you Form II as I thought it would suit you the best. But perhaps we need to consider Form VII.”

“Form VII?” She frowns. “I thought that was forbidden.”

“Restricted, not forbidden.” He smiles. “I will have to ask permission from the Council, but I think it may be helpful for you to learn to channel that darkness in a way that will help you instead of hinder you. It is not without risk, which is why the Council restricts its teaching and practice.” He begins to circle her. “It will not be easy, but if you can master it, it will help you beyond a fight.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” She asks nervously.

“Close your eyes.” He says gently, still circling her. “I want you to picture something quiet, serene. Blue sky above you, soft grass beneath your feet. Feel the warm air, the faint breeze against your skin. There’s flowing water somewhere in the distance, trickling over rocks. Can you feel it?”

She can. It’s almost like she’s really standing there, feeling each individual blade of grass, the way the breeze brushes against her face. She feels calm, at ease. The darkness has abated for now, pushed back behind the wall she’s been building.

“Good.” Her master says. “I want you to use that. Whenever you feel the anger, the darkness beginning to rise, return to this place. Feel everything, see everything. Let everything pass by you, and focus on the light.”

Mari’s eyes snap open and she sits up in the dirt. Not much time has passed, the moons still in the same position above her. She pushes herself up to stand, brushing the dirt from her back. Her hands touch her face, finding it still as it normally was. Not mutilated and scarred like she had seen before in her reflection.

She heads back into the palace, making her way back to their room. Maul is up, trying to settle the boys still. She wordlessly walks over, taking one and then the other in her arms. She sits on the bed, holding them in her arms. They begin to quiet, quickly falling back asleep.

Maul stares at her for a moment before sitting on the bed next to her. She leans into him as he wraps an arm around her. Her lightsaber is still on the floor, still where she dropped it. She lets her eyes close, going back to that place once more. She can still feel it, the grass beneath her feet, the breeze against her skin. Only this time, she’s not alone. Her boys are in her arms, the weight of them grounding her. She can feel them, the light, the softness of them in the Force.

“I need help.” She whispers, pressing her face against Maul’s chest. “I need help.”

***

As the weeks pass, whatever had been twisting in Mari’s mind begins to ease. She sleeps soundly, only waking from nightmares, no longer acting them out.

The boys continue to grow quickly. They cry less and less, beginning to babble nonsense and crawl. Their horns have come in, sharp little spikes crowning their little heads. More than once they’ve caught her on accident with them. The inability to harm her did not extend to her children. Nor did it extend to Maul, who was still better at dodging them than her.

They’re beginning to show their abilities in the Force as well. Floating items were becoming normal, as was the occasional shattered window in a crying fit. Mari feels secretly proud that at least one of them is taking after her in that regard.

She feels closer to Maul too, not having realized there was a fissure widening between them. She feels less like she’s being controlled and more like herself once more.

She lays in bed with Maul, letting her fingers trace the tattoos on his chest for the millionth time. She could do it with her eyes closed if she wanted to. His eyes are closed, forehead pressed against hers. Her lips part in a quiet gasp as his fingers slip into her, thumb slowly working her clit. It’s been far too long since he’s touched her, since they’ve made love.

It doesn’t feel much different from their first time, the connection that had been shriveling between them being replenished once more. Maul’s mouth covers hers, swallowing the moan that slips from her lips. Her hips lift to grind against his hand, feeling close already. He’s been teasing her for an hour now, working both of them up.

He continues to kiss her, swallowing her moans as she cums around his fingers. His hips press into her side, groaning against her mouth as he feels the pleasure coursing through her. They continue to kiss, coming down from their highs. They fall silent, listening for just a moment.

The boys are still fast asleep in their crib, still refusing to sleep separately. They’re near inseparable, connected in a way only her and Maul can understand. Twins born of the Force, two beings formed from one in a similar way to her and Maul. They’ll be strong when they grow up.

The thought scares her. She knows the will of the Force is not something that can be changed. They can only guide them along the path. She knows Maul is anxious to begin their training as well. Mari has her hesitations, but having two untrained Force-sensitive children would be more dangerous than teaching them to use those powers.

“Maul?” She whispers, pressed tight against his chest. He hums, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Would you do anything I asked of you?”

“Yes.” He says, far too quickly for what she’s about to ask him.

“Even if I asked you to give up seeking revenge?”

He’s quiet for a moment before he sits up, pushing her off him.

She sits up quickly, putting a hand on his chest as she turns to face him. “So you wouldn’t.”

“Not revenge.” He says. “Revenge is all I have.”

She swallows the lump in her throat. “So I’m nothing then? Your sons are nothing?” She hits his chest with her palm. “Everything you’ve been working to build is nothing?”

“It’s not that simple.” He says, trying to move away, but she forces him back.

“It is that simple. Why can’t we be enough?” She curses the tears pooling in her eyes, the emotion thick in her voice. “You don’t have to be the hand to serve justice. That’s not your path.” She grips his shoulders, holding him still. “We made children when it should have been impossible. Twins. Your twins. Have you stopped to think once in the last year that this might be your path? They might be your path? I might be your path? I can’t lose you, Maul.”

He stares hard at her. He had refrained from mentioning his plotting to her while she recovered from childbirth. She had been suffering enough, he didn’t want to throw anything onto her that might make things worse.

“Let it go.” She whispers, a tear sliding down her cheek. “Let it go and stay with me. With your sons. Please. It’s not worth it. I don’t want to lose you.”

He stares at her silently, watching the tears slide down her cheeks.

4 ABY

“Mom?” Riot’s voice sounds from outside. He sounds concerned, his footsteps getting close to the open door. “What was that?” He asks, stepping into the kitchen. Rage is not far behind, following his brother.

Of course they had felt it. She had felt it too. Like a wave had washed over her, carrying away a heavy weight. A hole has been left, wide and gaping and open. It’s not unlike how the Force had felt after the purge, only this is different. It’s not a bad feeling. In fact, she feels more at peace than she has in a long time.

“Something’s happened.” Is all she can say, unsure of how to explain this to her boys.

Her grown boys, so much like their father. Rage, strong and determined and a natural leader. Once he sets his mind to something, he won’t back down. He won’t give up. Riot is quieter, softer. He’s not one to underestimate, though. He could be fierce when provoked, and would not hesitate to defend his family. He took more after her than Maul, but there was no denying his presence in both of them.

“Come,” She says, taking their hands, leading them back out the door.

She crosses the courtyard, leaving the palace. She walks down the well worn path through the trees and into the forest, heading to the clearing. They all frequented this path often, and even she could navigate it in the dark if she had to.

The trail ends, opening into the clearing. It’s small, a stream running along the far side. It’s quiet and serene, even for a place like Dathomir. It was a place Maul often found himself as the years passed. Many training sessions happened here, her own and then her sons’.

They had never managed to replicate it, creating life in the Force. They had toyed with the idea of more, but they could never make it happen. Two was what they were destined to have, two strong boys to carry on the legacy they’d leave behind.

Mari lets go of their hands, approaching the figure. She steps up next to him, his gaze focused on the sky visible through the gap in the trees. It’s red, as it always is in the daytime. The mists settled heavily here, painting everything in deep red hues.

“Maul?” Mari says quietly, placing a hand on his where it rests on his cane. “What is it?”

“He’s gone.” Maul says quietly, hand tightening its grip on his cane. “Sidious is dead.”

A smile tugs at Mari’s lips, her head leaning against his arm. “I’m sorry you weren’t there to see it.”

He hums quietly, letting his gaze drop to the top of her head. “I am sure it was grand. Precisely what he deserved.”

Mari lifts her head, turning to face him. She places a hand on his arm, trailing over the tattoos. “We all get what we deserve in the end.” She passes a glance over their boys watching the exchange. “Even if we think we don’t deserve it.”

A smile tugs at the corners of Maul’s lips. He wraps an arm around her shoulders, leading them back towards the path. “It’s over. It’s finally over.”

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