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Prompt: Leather Gloves/Jedi Maul

*No Beta, we die like the Jedi during Order 66. **Post Clone Wars Maul, Fem OC, Implied Sex, Off Screen Sex, If I Was Myara I Would be Okay with Being a Woman, Flirting, References to Maul’s past

Well I said I would bring her back, and so I did! Now as adults they can have adult conversations… Also in this cannon where Maul fucks, they totally banged. Who knows, if people want to see that let me know! Also, if you ever want to get added to a tag list for my fics, comment that below. 

P.S. You may have noticed I didn't do day 6, this is because I was extremely busy, mixed with being insanely sleep deprived and had no ideas. This and day 8 are also a bit late, but should be finished tomorrow or Thursday! Love yall lots! <3

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Maul almost forgot her. It was about four years since their last meeting, and so much had changed. Steeped in his Master's plan, Maul never had time to foster any other relationships besides ones beneficial to Sidious. He was in a small dingy saloon on some backwater planet, just in the outer rim. A smoky haze filled the air causing people's shadows to twist and move in unnatural ways. He was sitting at a table, far back in the corner steeped in the shadows of a large overhang. Here he had the view of the whole bar and entrances. He was waiting for an informant about an upcoming spice shipment Sidious wanted destroyed. Maul felt a flash of anger flair up when the discussed time to meet up came and went. Much like his Master, he hated to be kept waiting. A small stir at the entrance drew his attention, distracting him from his frustration. A tall muscular woman had entered the bar, she was wearing standard padded armor, a uniform for mercenaries and other unsavory professions. It was a simple grey and black number, obviously battle worn and repaired. She had a sleek black helmet and a large gun strapped to her back. She moved with a confidence that came from knowing that she held the power in the room. People seemed to part around her as she made her way to Maul’s table. She slid into the booth in front of him and in a swift motion, took off her helmet. 

Maul immediately recognized her tattoos and light purple skin. Her hair was cropped short with small green and black braids twisted along the top of her head. She flashed in a smile, 

“Well, long time no see friend. How's that earring holding up?” Small gems studded her teeth and she had several more piercings than the last time Maul had seen her. 

“Myara.” Maul said, fighting to keep a neutral face from the shock. He had last seen her when he went to get his earring she had done downsized. He had come after hours again and spent much of the night talking. Maul had always known that they never would have had a relationship beyond what they had now, but that night he had let himself hope. It was both of their first times, clumsy, confused, but they let it be that way. He had left early in the morning and never saw her again, until tonight.

“Why are you here?” He asked, surely she wasn't his informant?

She cocked her head to the side, the studs in her ears flashing in the hazy light, “I was told to meet you here by your Master of course. You know,” She lowered her voice to barely a whisper, “You never told me you were a Jedi. I knew you were force sensitive like me, but I guess you're at a whole other level.” 

Maul grimaced, she thought he was a Jedi? His stomach revolted at the idea, and he was about to correct her when she cut him off.

“Not that it matters, I mean I've never worked with Jedi unless you aren't and you and your Master have a whole other thing going on. Not my business. What is my business is the information I have for you.” She reached into a pouch on the utility belt wrapped around her waist. Maul unclenched his fists and let out a quiet breath to calm himself. Like when they had first met, she assumed what he was. Sidious must have fed her some tale or she had noticed his Master's connection with the force and assumed they were Jedi. Despite finding the very idea abhorrent, if this was his Masters plan, Maul would take it in stride. He looked at the data disc. It was a standard issue encrypted disc, in order for him to access it he would need a code. Reaching into his robes, he pulled out a small stack of credits.

“For the code.” He said, sliding them over. She carefully counted them before putting him in her belt. She took a small pen and notepad out and wrote it down before folding it and offering it to him between two fingers. He plucked the note from her hand and read the code; 382225. It took him a second to realise why a sense of familiarity had flicked across his mind as he read it, the code was the year he and Myara had met. Maul felt Myara looking him over, making his skin prickle. Maul looked up to find her leaning on one arm, with a slight simile on her face.

“You know, you grew up well.” She said, “When will you be a Master?”

“Not for some time.” Maul replied. He glanced around to notice several people occasionally looking at them. No doubt they made a strange pair in this bar. Myara saw the flicker of his eyes and caught on to what was happening. 

“Perhaps it's time I should go.” She said, picking up her helmet. She stood and holstered her gun. She turned to leave, but paused, “Would you like to continue this conversation somewhere else? I have a room nearby.”

Maul was about to decline, but something told him to do otherwise. He rose and gave a simple nod. Following her out, he kept tabs on the others in the bar, but nobody seemed keen on causing them any trouble. It was cool outside, the town was next to a large lake, causing intense humidity. The damp air clung to his skin as Maul and Myara walked through the empty dark streets to a small building. A red neon sign proudly advertised by the hour rates on one of its windows. A small metal stair went up to the decks at each level. Myara’s room was on the third floor, they reached the white door and she punched in the code. It hissed open revealing a small dark space. 

“Well it's not much, but it's home until I can get off this world.” She said, turning on a wall lamp. The room consisted of a grey bed, a small table, and one equally grey chair. A small bathroom was off to the left. There wasn't even a place to store clothing or food, clearly this was not a place to live long. A black trunk had been pushed against the foot of the bed where Maul assumed Myara had the rest of her stuff.

“Do you have no way off world?” He asked, clearly she had gone the way of a mercenary or bounty hunter so it was strange for her to have no transport. 

“I used to, but it was heavily damaged and I crashed here. I have been on this world for a few weeks now. I'm not sure how or why your Master found me here frankly. It's almost like he wanted us to meet again.” She said as she unbuckled her padded jacket. She had on a slim black shirt, revealing the chain tattoos Maul had noticed when they first met. It was strange, he thought, that his Master would ask her specifically to get the information, especially since she was stranded here. Maul knew Sidious was aware of Myara, there was very little his Master did not know about Maul. 

“So, tell me what your life has been like the past four years.” She said, settling down in the chair. Maul chose to stand as the only other place to sit was the bed. Myara arched an eyebrow at this, “You can sit on my bed, it's not like we haven't shared one before.” 

“Things have changed.” Was all Maul said, scenes of that night flashing across his mind. 

“Right Jedi, no attachments right? That's too bad, it really is a crime to keep someone like you off limits.”

Maul wasn't sure how to respond, but luckily Myara answered for him. “Sorry that was rude, I just mean you're very good looking. But I understand, growing up I had some… strict rules too.” Her eyes got a bit distant, but she lightly shook her head and retrained them on Maul. “Take off your robe, stay a bit. I can make us some tea if you want. 

Maul knew he should be reporting back to Sidious soon. He had a ship docked at a small yard on the other side of the city and should be on his way. But an old feeling was resurfacing, the same one he had felt the night he had met Myara. The thrill of a small freedom. Perhaps for this night he could forgo the cold steel of his ship and the quiet lonely hum of its engines. Maul watched her stand up and rummage around her trunk. She produced two metal mugs and a tin of tea. The wall near the bathroom had a small built-in water dispenser. She held the mugs underneath as hot steam rose from their mouths. Unscrewing the lid of the tin she put in two small white bags.

“Here, it's nothing fancy but I've grown to like it.” She said, handing Maul one of the mugs. A rich warm fragrance wafted up to his nose. Maul hadn't had tea before, only ever seeing it served during many of the meetings his Master had made him observe. He took a cautious sip and was delighted to find it a pleasant spice. He wasn't sure what the flavor was, but it left a warm earthy taste on his tongue. 

“Like it? I got it from some merchant on my last job. He definitely overcharged me.” He gave a low laugh and took a sip.

“Why did you leave your apprenticeship?" Maul asked, last he knew of her she was doing well at the shop and was set to start working officially for them soon.

“Ah right, well it's a long story.”

“I can stay longer.” said Maul, placing the robe on a small table next to the bed and shrugging off his robe. He sat on the edge of the bed. It was an old lumpy thing, but miles softer than the one on his ship. 

“Right. Okay well to start my family was uhh, very religious to say the least. They are the ones who gave me these tattoos,” she pointed to the small diamonds around her hairline, “I left them when I was around fifteen. I was able to get on a freight ship, but they kicked me off. So i was stuck and needed a job. I saw that the shop was looking to train someone so I applied. That's when I got these,” She held up her arms, “These chains represent what I left and help remind me why I keep going.” She was quiet for a moment, “ I was there for a little bit after you last saw me, but then my family found me. I was able to escape again.” She sat back down and took a long drink of her tea. “I got in with a group of bounty hunters. I guess they liked me enough to keep me around and train me. So now here I am. I left the group just before my previous mission.” Maul was silent taking it all in. He was impressed that she had learned the skill needed to be a bounty hunter, even only a semi successful one, so quickly. She must have guessed what he was thinking because she said, "I've always been a quick learner. My family has a long history with the energies that exist in the universe. I even had a sister go to be a Jedi, at least that's what I was told. I was too young to remember her. Perhaps you know her?” 

Maul finished his tea, slightly disappointed to find it so quickly done. “I am afraid I trained away from the main temple on Coruscant. My Master preferred to keep me close to his homes off world." He of course couldn't tell her that he had in fact spent much of his life in the secret weapons manufacturing plant on Coruscant.

“I see. You are very mysterious, you know. Are all Jedi like you?”

“No, none are like me.” He said, a bit of sharpness slipping into his speech. Being compared to the Jedi was starting to get on his nerves, but he kept himself reigned in. 

“I see.” she laughed. “Well how have you been? It doesn't seem like much has happened to you in the past years.”

“No, not much has changed. My training takes many years to complete.”

“Makes sense. So,” She leaned forward a wicked gleam in her eye, “What are your plans tonight? I know of some good places around here that cater to the more nocturnally inclined.”

“I am afraid my presence here must remain secret.” Said Maul. 

“Of course, I understand.” Myara stood up and came over. She was taller than the last time he had seen her, her face was more angled and fine lines had been etched around her eyes. Maul wondered what she saw when she looked at him. Did she really think he was a Jedi? Her species was force sensitive, he couldn't imagine that she didn't sense the dark side that flowed in his blood. Did she see the well of power and anger that he used to execute his Masters plan? 

“Hey, you've never told me your name.” she said, voice low.

“It is best that you don't know.” Maul said, as she sat next to him. The soft bed made him lean close to her. He could feel the heat of her skin and the familiar smell of an animal Maul couldn't recognise. 

“Mmm perhaps.” She shifted and looked at Maul. Her deep brown eyes reminded him of the rich earth on the planets he loved to travel to and hunt. She let out a soft breath and before Maul could react her lips were on his. Maul jerked back, surprised at the sudden contact. 

“Shit! Im so sorry, i- didnt think-” She stammered standing up. Her cheeks were a deep reddish purple, her arms crossed over her chest, hands worriedly placed on her neck. “I'm so sorry, maybe you should go. I think I'm tired and look I'm already making stupid decisions. Thank you for coming over and thank you for your business. This should be enough to get me off-world. Don't worry you'll never-” Maul raised a hand and she stopped her rambling. The kiss had awoken that thin shred of freedom he had so long ago. He grabbed her elbow and pulled her down. Her startled cry was swallowed by an aggressive kiss. Maul leaned back and Myara stumbled on top of him, her eyes blown wide open.

“I thought you Jedi couldn't-" She said, her hands planted on his firm chest. Maul barred his teeth in a low growl. Myara raised a slender eyebrow at that, “Well if it's one night I guess there's no attachment huh?” 

Maul wanted to leave once she had fallen asleep, it would have been easier that way. But the thought of returning to his ship and going back to his Master had twisted itself into a small knot in his stomach. He looked at Myara, her braids a mess and mouth slightly open. Maul had recognized her as someone who was a survivor like him. Strong and attuned to the force, he could even see her being a decent Sith. But, he knew that could never happen. Forgetting the rule of two, he wasn't strong enough to be a proper Master. Sidious made sure to always remind him of that. He could feel sleep tugging on him, it had been several days since he had been sleepy longer than a few hours. He was about to succumb when a soft beeping drew his attention to the pile of clothes they had made in the corner. Quietly, he went over and pulled his comm out of the pile. It was Sidious. Slipping on a pair of pants he stepped out of the room. A quick survey of the force revealed nothing, so he accepted the call. 

“Master,” he acknowledged.

“My apprentice, tell me the progress of your mission.” Crackled the voice on the other end.

“I have received the disc and the hunter took the payment. There were several complications, but I am on my way now.”

“Good, you have done well apprentice.”

“Yes Master.” Replied Maul as the call disconnected.

Maul leaned back on the hard stone of the building, looking over the rail. He had a good view of the small town, most of the other buildings being only a couple stories tall. He could see the sunrise slowly peaking over the lake, casting soft orange streaks on the waves. Several animals chased each other through the street. Out of the corner of his eye Maul saw Myara’s door open.

“I thought you left, but all your stuff is still here. I'm surprised you haven't." She said, her eyes bleary from sleep.

“I must go, my Master called me.”

“Ah right.” she paused, her hand on the doorway. “Will I see you again?”

Maul knew the answer she wanted to hear, but she deserved the truth. “No. My Master is unlikely to hire you again and it is best if we do not see each other again.”

She chewed the inside of her lip, "Isn't that just the way these things are huh. If that's the case, then I have something for you.”

Maul cocked his head to the side, confused. Before he could hask she disappeared back into the room and then reappeared with a small cloth wrapped bundle. “There's a guy here who is a decent leather worker. When I got this job, your Master paid me some up front. When he told me who I was meeting I knew it was you. I bought you these, I hope they fit.” She unwrapped the cloth to reveal a pair of black leather gloves. It had red stitching around the cuffs, nothing flashing but well made and elegant. “Please take them. They certainly don't fit me.” She laughed, but there was a hint of sadness in it.

Maul reached for the gloves. They were thick, but soft. He wasn't sure what animal they were made from, most likely something local. He slipped them on and was happy to find them fitting well. They would need to be stretched, but that would come with time.

“You look nice.” Myara said, leaning against the now closed door. 

“I have to go.” 

“I know.” Myara said with a soft sigh.

They went back to the room, Myara watching Maul get dressed. Maul was never good at goodbyes. He never had the chance to make them before. Instead he handed her a small device with a button. 

“Is this a long distance transmitter?" She asked, looking it over.

“Yes.” Was all he said.

“I see… Thank you.” Myara watched him leave and couldn't help but feel a little more alone.

Maul took no time to get to his ship. He paid the docking fee and climbed aboard. He punched in the coordinates to his Master home on Coruscant. As his ship rose he looked over the town. It was starting to wake up, smoke curled from chimneys and several ships were already out on the sun bathed lake. Maul felt strange looking it over. Like something fundamental had shifted in him. He felt it  every time he smelled the new leather gloves, or Myara’s animal scent on his robe. She was just another figure that formed his path to power and greatness. She will likely die in some shootout and be forgotten by history, but Maul knew he would remember her. He was no Jedi after all. 

Prompt: Rainstorm/Crimson Dawn

*No Beta, we die like the Jedi during Order 66. 

**Post Clone Wars Maul, Maul just needs a hug, References to past books/Comics

I didn't really know how to include crimson dawn here, so I'm just focusing on the rainstorm. It's short but a happy (?) one! I'm feeling a bit burnt out, so I wanted to keep it small today. Thank you for all your support for this week!

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Maul used to like the rain. His memories of his youth were always messy, but he remembered the hot ash of the volcanic planet where Sidious had raised him. Whenever his former master let him go off world, he was always thrilled to see the lush vibrant life of other planets. Every time he stepped into those wild forests he could feel the force sing in his bones, the animalistic urges rose within him and he wanted nothing more to hunt his prey. When it rained though used to be his favourite, after days of fighting and stalking the cold water would steam on his skin cooling him down. The rain was also beneficial to the hunt. It would mask his scent and any noises he made. Perhaps, without the force he too would have lost sight of his prey, but that was not in his blood. They never escaped, whether it was someone Sidious wanted silenced or whatever great beast Maul wanted to challenge himself against, he always won.

But now, sitting in a derelict shipyard, Maul despised the rain and he despised Janix. Neon lights wobbled from the downpour and drummed on the metal above him. Shame and anger swirled in his core. During these storms his prosthetic legs always acted up. The moisture would cause the joints to creak and get stiff. The nightbrothers he had recruited would always try their best, but could only do so much for the beaten legs. The rain was nothing but pain and weakness now. Maul shifted to stand, refusing to wince at the protests from his knee joints. Memories of what he used to be able to do played in his mind. Gone were the days of the acrobatics he had trained his whole life to do. He hated having to rely on machinery over his body. Flesh and blood he could count on, but metal and wires failed.

A specific memory floated itself up the forefront of his mind, the time Sidious had taken him to Malachor. It was a twisted dream memory, the screams of his fallen brothers echoing in his ears. Fear and hatred had settled with the thick dust of the battlefield. He remembered the rage that had welled up inside him. He remembered the Jedi that had caused this to happen. He remembered the flash of a blue saber and pain. He remembered seeing that young face looking down on him as he fell. He paused in a hallway, hand gripping the wall. He remembered how his Master had abandoned him, and betrayed him like so many others. 

Maul turned and looked back at the melting lights of Janix and grimaced. Maybe the rain hadn't changed, maybe he had. He closed his eyes and breathed to the rhythm of the pounding rain. Once he had told his Master that they would have revenge, but now it was his turn. Sidious and the Jedi were his prey and the galaxy was his forest. Despite the rain he would find them and hunt them. He will have his revenge.

Prompt: Pretty in Pink/Wounded

While its not my finest work, I'm decently happy with it. I am reminded why markers are my least favorite medium and I should have just done watercolor like normal. No matter, Maul is in his bright pink princess dress slaying the day away. Nobody said it had to be him that was wounded…

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Prompt: Mandalore/Oversized Hoodie

*No Beta, we die like the Jedi during Order 66. 

**Maul x Reader, Smut, Fingers in mouth, Fingering, Choking, BDSM, Squirting, Dom/Sub, Dom Maul, Public Sex, Fem Perspective, General Perspective

This is my first time writing a 1st perspective fic! (Somehow it's my first time writing a post TPM Maul too…) It's not usually my cup of tea, but I know they are super popular with Maul. Hope yall enjoy and let me know if you'd want to see more of these!

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You had only met him once before he took the throne. The Death Watch was small, but even still you were never included in the larger missions. Perhaps it was inexperience or your calmer nature, but it was security details that you were mainly assigned. That's how you had met him, the red skinned Zabrak and his brother. Others had found their ship floating in space and brought them to the hideout on Zanbar. There Pre Vizsla had instructed droids to take care of their wounds. You had been stationed to watch the tent until they awoke. You had been instructed to not enter the tent unless there was an emergency. Rumors of lightsabers and a jedi had rippled through the encampment when they arrived. It was because of these rumors that curiosity had gotten the better of you. 

The night was still, most of the other mandos had gone to bed or out on patrol. A quick scan revealed nothing. Unclipping your blaster, you slipped into the tent. The droids beeped at the intrusion, but seeing your armor ignored you. Two large frames laid on the medical beds. Various sensors and tubes were attached to them. One was a large yellow skinned Zabrak, muscles bulging under tattooed skin. Even sleeping, his face wore a scowl. The other was leaner, with shorter horns. He seemed a bit older, fine lines around his forehead that twitched as he dreamt. Yesterday the droids had worked to make new prosthetic legs for the smaller Zabrak. The metal shone under the faint light in the tent. You had to imagine they were heavy, made from the various bits and pieces of separatists droids. Getting closer, you saw fine scars over his sculpted torso. None of them seemed very new. Clearly this was someone who had been through the darker parts of life.

“Who are you?” You asked quietly. A small grunt and his eyes weakly opened. A small gasp escaped your lips at the sight of his bright yellow eyes. Taking a step back, you looked towards the door to the tent to see if anyone noticed, but it was still just you. Turning back, you saw his eyes half lidded, he was still mostly asleep.

“Hello?” You whispered, not wanting to wake up the other Zabrak. He murmured something in reply, but you couldn't catch it. Taking a step forward, you leaned over him to see if he would notice you. His eyes were rolled back and the lids fluttered. A sudden tight grip on your wrist made you jump. His hand had found yours and was clamping down on your armored gloves. 

“Osik!” you exclaim and try to pry your hand away from his. With some effort, you manage to wiggle your way out. You keep a careful eye to make sure he doesn't wake up. Besides some light stirring, he stays asleep. You caution a sigh of relief and check to see if his eyes are still open. They are thankfully shut and his breathing slow and shallow. Sneaking back out to your post, you find the night still quiet and the hammering of  your heart so loud you're afraid that someone will hear. 

You had been on patrol outside the building where the Duchess once ruled when you had heard the news. Maul and Pre Vizsla had engaged in single combat. You knew what this meant of course, and you knew who would win. Despite Pre Vizsla’s strength, there was very little that could beat a Sith lord. At least that is what Maul had called himself. You only knew of some small legends, but if they were anything like the Jedi, then they were to be feared. Deciding to abandon post for just a moment, you dipped into the halls. Fighting echoed across the large windowed space. Turning the corner you came across the mandalian throne room. Here a group of mandos were gathered around Maul and Vizsla. Maul stood, towering over Vizsla, his hand outstretched. You watched as the hilt of the Darksaber flew into his gloved hand and he ignited the blade. The white edged black blade crackled with energy. Watching with wide eyes, he hoisted the blade up and let it swing down to Pre vizsla’s neck. The only sound was the falling of his body and the cries of the other mandos.

You were frozen, your leader dead and now this outsider the ruler of mandalore. You heard shouting, Bo-katan was yelling something about tractors. The shock from the fight left you unable to process why a group of mandos flew out of the building. You watched as maul turned up the stairs and settled onto the throne. He was Mandalore’s leader now and despite your loyalties you weren't mad. 

It was only a few days after Maul had taken his position when you were called to the throne room. You had tried to keep your head down. The others were talking about whether or not maul deserved the throne, but you believed in the Mandalorian tradition. He had challenged Pre Vizsla and had won. He took the Darksaber fairly and so took the throne. But others disagreed. Apparently a group had left with Bo-katan to try and resist Maul's ruling. You understood why of course, so desperately had the Death Watch tried to keep mandalorian traditions, and now they saw all that work being undone. It wasn't your place to say who was right. So, it was a surprise during your nighttime patrol when another mando came and said that Maul wanted to see you. Shrugging you cautiously went to the throne room. You hadn't been back since the fight. It was dark and you could see the flickering lights of the city around you. Your footsteps echoed in the large space as you avoided the large scorch marks from the fight. Turning your eye to the throne you were surprised to find it empty. 

“Hello? My Lord? I was told you wanted to see me?” You said. Your voice sounded small and frightened. 

“Ah yes. I was wondering if I had imagined you.” Came a low silky voice behind you. Turning you found Maul standing, arms crossed. Even in the low light you could see his striking tattoos and well toned arms. “You were there for my victory recently.” He stated, taking a step towards you. 

“Ah yes my lord, I was.” You say. There is a tension in the air as he calmly approaches. You can feel his gaze moving across your body. Can he see the way I’m blushing? You ask yourself, heat rising in your cheeks. “Is there something I can do for you sir?”

He pauses, “Yes perhaps there is. You see now that I am leading your Death Watch I need someone who knows the ins and outs of it. Someone who can keep an eye on certain… conversations.” 

You understand what he is implying, “You  mean a spy? I'm not in the habit of sneaking around you know.” you cross your arms, trying to look confident. Despite being smaller than his brother, there is an aura of menace that surrounds him. Like a coiled snake, always ready to strike. A shiver of fear mixed with something else shoots up your spine.

“Well now, we both know that's not true. Ignoring the fact that you left your post during my fight, I remember you in my tent. When I was half awake. I thought I imagined you, delirious from pain and anger. Then I saw you as I took my throne. You will be my eyes to this place and I will make it worthwhile.” Maul was close now, his striking eyes boring into yours. You wanted to step away, uncomfortable how close he was, but another part wanted to get closer. “Do not think I haven't noticed your heart racing and your breath quicken. I would have said it was fear, but I smell better than most. There is fear, yes, but you feel something else, no?”

“My Lord I- I don't know what you speak of.” You stutter, trying to regain your composure. Damn Zabraks and their senses. 

“No?” His voice had a dangerous edge. Before you could react, he had a hand around your throat, gripping it lightly. “Oh my pretty mando, I am your king after all. Would you deny your king?” 

All your instincts screamed to fight back and run. But the thrill of being in his hands was all too powerful. 

“Now what do you say?” He purred. You simply nodded, and the pressure on your neck was released. You felt him move back and turned to see where he was going. Maul was walking towards the throne, hands behind his back. He stopped, “Follow me little mando.” He said calmly. You obliged, confused as to what was happening. Maul reached the throne and settled down, draping himself over it. The power suited him, you thought, he wore it like he was bred into it. “Take off your helmet.” He commanded. You hesitated, feeling vulnerable in such a place without armor. You realized he hadn't seen your face before. The feeling of being self-conscious surprised you. Normally you didn't care what others thought, you were a warrior, you didn't need to be pretty. 

“I gave you an order.” He drawled.

Reaching for the clasps that connected your helmet to the neck piece, you undid them with a soft click. Slowly you lifted the helmet revealing your face. Even though it was dark in the throne room, no doubt Maul could see you. 

“Mmmmm.” Was all he said. You felt naked and bare under his piercing gaze. “What do you feel?”

The question caught you off guard, tell him the truth? You had heard stories of Jedi being able to read minds, the risk of him being able to do that was all too great. “I feel vulnerable, my lord. I do not like it.”

A slow smile spread across his face. It melded with his geometric tattoos and shadows to make a terrifying visage. “I would like to see you take the rest of your armor off” He posed it like a simple request, but you knew better. You unlatched the chest pieces at your side and shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. A cool breeze caressed your body over the thin under layer you wore under your armor. The belt was next, a simple buckle in the front. You carefully placed it down to not damage any of your supplies. The armour around your legs was attached by simple buckles and fell away quickly. You got to your shoes and looked back up at him with an eyebrow raised. 

“All of it.” He stated.

With a quiet sigh you unlaced your boots and stepped out of them. Standing in nothing but your thin underclothes, you felt more exposed than when you were showering in the barracks. His roving eyes traced lines of hot fire across your body. Your attention was drawn to the movement of his hand, beckoning you forward. With trepidation, you came closer to the raised platform the throne sat on. 

“Mmmmm. Turn for me.” he said as you climbed the stairs until you were before the throne. You slowly turned, fully aware of Maul being so close. You resisted the urge to cover yourself in some way. “Good, come here.” you felt something tug at your feet, moving you until you were practically in his lap. He shifted to fully face you. Your breath hitched as he took a gloved finger and traced it from your hip, down your thigh. His light  touches sending electric sparks. 

He leaned back into the throne, “What do you say? Will you be my eyes and ears to this place?”

“Oh, uh.” Your brain had to catch up to what he was saying, far too focused on the ghost of his hands on you. “Yes I will be my lord.” You say. You knew you didn't have much of a choice with him being your ruler, but a part of you wondered if being his spy would allow for more moments like this. Make it worthwhile he had said, if this was the pay then you were all too happy. 

“Good.” He said before ripping off his gloves and standing. He was taller than you, a small voice in your head wondered how tall he was before the new legs, but it was quickly squashed with his hands taking the hem of your shirt. He slowly pulled it up, eyes fixed on the exposed skin. Raised goosebumps appeared wherever it landed. You raised your arms, allowing the shirt to come off. A low growl started in his throat as he knelt down and gripped your sides. You gasped as you felt something trail up your stomach. Looking down you see maul tracing his tongue on your skin, his eyes intense. He stood, and went back to his throne. 

“Take off the rest of your clothes, little mando, I want to see the rest of you.” He said, sitting back down. With shaky hands you pushed down your pants and stepped out. The cool air wove around your legs and travelled up to meet the heat that had started to pool between your legs. You undid the wraps that served as your bra, exposing your chest. A soft growl confirmed mauls pleasure. Reaching for your underwear you pulled it down and past your feet. 

“Come here and sit with me.” He stated calmly, as if asking for a glass of water. 

You approached the throne and turned to settle yourself on his lap. His legs were splayed open, making you sit on one, and lean back on his hard sculpted chest. 

“Spread your legs for me.” He commanded softly in your ear. The silky timbre of his voice melted away any resolve you may have had. You part your thighs and flinched at the cold air reaching your soaking pussy. You feel the sensation of a hand slowly trailing down your neck and down to your chest. When he got to the nipples Maul makes slow and soft circles around them, building up the pleasure. You can't help but squirm at the sensation. A sudden pinching makes you cry out as his fingers have found your swollen nipples and is rolling them between his fingers. 

“I love the sounds you make for me.” He says, releasing you and cupping your breast. You can't help grinding yourself into his thighs, the metal shocking you to your core. You could feel a low chuckle in Maul's chest as he took those agonizingly slow fingers down your sides. Getting to your hips he gripped with sudden fervor 

“Stay still.” You tempered your squirming as he released your hips and placed light fingers on your thighs. It took everything in your power to not shift to make him fall on your begging cunt. 

“So needy for someone who was so hesitant.” Maul said, fingers now slowly parting your slick folds. A gasp ripped through you as he started curling around your sensitive clit. He wasn't touching it, purposefully missing to drive up your need. Your mewling echoed across the chamber. Realizing how loud you were, you tried to quiet down before someone walked in. But, Maul noticed, “No little mando, let them hear. I want everyone to know how you beg for me.” Relenting you let yourself fall into pleasure. He came ever closer to your center, one hand gripped your thigh, trapping you on his leg, the other mercilessly making seductive patterns. An electric shock shot through you as he made contact with your clit. Keeping the rhythm, he drove you deeper and deeper into ecstasy. You could feel the familiar pressure building deep in you. 

“My- My lord, I'm going to-” It was cut off by a sharp sting on your shoulder. Maul had bitten into you. The pain mixed with the pleasure was all too much as your orgasam ripped through you. Your eyes rolled back and arched your back as the waves rolled through your body. 

“Yes, scream for me.” He growled into your ear. Before you could come down, you felt his fingers plunge into you. He pumped them, hitting all your sensitive spots. You could feel another orgasam threatening to burst. You tried to tell Maul, but you could only gasp and mewl pathetically as he turned your brain to mush. 

“Come for me.” He said as the hand on your hip went up to your neck, gripping it tight. The lack of oxygen made any thoughts you still had disappear, the only ones left was the feeling of his hands on you. The second orgasam tore through you, harder than the first. You felt a sudden wetness all over your thighs. His fingers slipped out of you, leaving you feeling empty. Coming down, maul brought up his fingers to your mouth. They were dripping wet from your cum. 

“Open your mouth and clean me off, Little mando” 

You happily obliged and he shoved his slick coating fingers inside. You could taste the slight saltiness of yourself as you swirled his fingers in your mouth. After a few moments he pulled them out. You could feel your body coming down from the rush of emotions and settling into a peaceful bliss. Slowly some thoughts and rationale came back to you, but you still struggled to form complete ideas and words. Laying against maul, you realized that he hadn't received any pleasure himself, and you weren't in the habit of leaving your intimate partners wanting. Trying to shift to see him, you saw his eyes were closed. 

“My lord, would you uh, well.” You gestured a weak hand to his lower half, hoping he would understand your meaning. 

Cracking open a golden eye, “Ah, I'm afraid I have yet to figure that one out.”

You were confused for a moment and then realized what he meant. “Ah...right. Well uh if there is anything…” 

“Mmmm perhaps in the future. Cenick! Get my robe.” Maul said towards the end of the hall. To your horror you saw a familiar mandalorian step out of the shadows and leave through the hallway. He was someone you had done several patrols with, and while you didn't know him well, trusted to have your back during the long nights. 

“Tomorrow you will report back to me with anything you might know about the others in the former death watch. Meet me in my chambers after your dinner hour.” Maul said, ignoring the rising embarrassment in your cheeks. You wanted to be angry at Maul not making this privater, but a part of you was thrilled at the idea of your teammates knowing you were marked as his. 

“Yes my Lord.” You said. You saw Cenick return with a black fabric in his hands. The mandalorian approached the throne. 

“Set the robes down and return to your post.” Maul said, waving him off. Cenick nodded and you could almost feel his stare on you. Maul shifted, causing you to start sliding off. He caught you by the hand and guided you to stand. 

“Get dressed and gather your armor.” You took a moment to get used to your shaky legs before stumbling down the stairs. You picked up his robes. They were made from a soft natural fiber and slipped easily over your head. They must have been loose on maul and were even looser on you, sleeves went past your fingertips, hem bunched around your ankles. The thin sheen of sweat that lay on you, had started to cool so the extra layer was nice. A warm spice surrounded the robe only you now processed it as the scent of maul. Picking up your armor and underclothes you turned to face your leader. He had returned to lounging on his throne. You could see your cum where it had dripped down his legs and pooled on the floor. His heated stare watching you. Without another word you started back towards your room, your mind racing with what just happened. Was this just a one time thing? What will happen in the future? You wanted this to continue. Reaching your small room, you put up your armor and without taking off Maul's robe settled into bed. His warm smell wrapped around you as ghost touches of his hands traced intoxicating lines until you fell asleep.