Maul's Judgemental Stare

Maul catches me before I hit the ground. His large hands planted firmly on my hips while my own grasp weakly at the sides of his tunic in an embarrassing effort to help support myself. Yellow irises sweep over my body, searching for an explanation for my disheveled state.

He’s speaking to me, questioning me I’m sure. I can see his mouth moving but nothing he says is registering. All I can do is stare up at him dumbly. He feels so fucking good up against me. Why does he feel so good? He’s so warm. My body feels like I’ve been set ablaze yet I can’t stop myself from leaning into him, seeking out more of him. His hands tighten on my hips in an effort to keep me standing and a moan crawls out of my throat before I can stop it. Maul freezes against me. 

The room spins again as Maul turns and guides me towards the pilot's chair. Firm yet gentle pressure pushes me down into the seat. I all but collapse into it. He’s speaking again and this time I can make out him calling Spybot over, asking for the droid to run a scan on me. I wasn’t even aware that that was something the deranged droid could do. Maul always had me assist him with anything medical when we were working separately from the Mandalorians. Spybot could’ve been helping instead?  This whole time?

Annoyance attempts to bloom in my chest but it’s quickly snuffed out by another wave of overwhelming heat. An uncomfortable ache begins to form between my legs and I squirm in response. The movement causing my thighs to brush against each other and I bite back another moan. My thighs feel slick and sticky. I don’t have to reach down to know that I am soaked. 

My eyes find their way back to Maul. He stands tensely across the room, arms crossed behind his back, eyebrows knitted together, clearly deep in thought. Everything about him is always so intense, so serious. What I wouldn’t give to see him let loose, to let go of that carefully crafted control he clings to. I wonder what it would take. Sure he unleashes himself during battles. He’s perfected the art of lethality. But he never truly lets go. 

My gaze wanders from his face down his body. His signature charcoal tunic hides what I find myself wanting to see. I’ve seen him shirtless a countless number of times. I already know what’s underneath. Broad shoulders, lean, muscled arms toned to perfection from a life spent fighting. A back sculpted as if by the force itself. And his abs…fuck. Why is he clothed? And why is he across the room? I need him here, on top of me, inside of me.

“Maul,” I groan, reaching for him absentmindedly. “Help.”

“Working on it.” There's an edge to his voice, it sounds like annoyance. Maybe frustration?

Spybot hovers above me, silent for once. The droid must understand the gravity of the situation. I’m bathed in bright blue light as he begins a full body scan, faint humming sounds as he passes over me. I shield my eyes as the harsh beam of light assaults my vision. Normally, a medical scan of this nature only requires one pass over. I find myself wondering if he’s being thorough or just toying with me as the beam passes over me a third and then a fourth time. I wouldn’t put it past him to take his sweet time if it meant prolonging my suffering. The little freak enjoys chaos and pain almost as much as his master. At least Maul knows that there’s a time and place for such things. 

Crazed laughter suddenly erupts from the hovering droid as he glides towards Maul. 

“Funny witchy flower, blegh, very toxic-” He cuts himself off with another fit of laughter before making his way towards the cockpit door. “Have fun!”

“Flower…? How? Where did you come into contact with Dathomirian Krucax?” 

The disbelief in Maul’s voice pulls my attention back towards him. He’s closer now, merely two steps away, towering over where I sit. 

I shrug. “There was a garden in the ruins.” 

“A garden? On Dathomir,” Maul states incredulously, yellow eyes leveling me with a stare.

I sink further down in my seat as another wave of heat flushes through my body, settling heavy in my core. I bite the inside of my cheek to stay grounded in the conversation. 

“Forgive me, the Jedi temple didn’t exactly teach me the ins and outs of your homeworld.”

Maul lets out a low growl of frustration, the sound going straight to my pussy, causing me to squirm and clench around nothing. Gods, his voice. The rich timber of it has always done something for me but now the feeling is amplified. I want to drown in it. To have it cover me like a blanket and block out the rest of the galaxy. He mummers my name in that same low tone and a moan erupts from my mouth before I can stop it. 

“You have somehow managed to ingest a very powerful aphrodisiac. One that was carefully cultivated by the Witches of Dathomir to make the brothers more…willing to participate in mating rituals.”