-----Reader-----

It seemed as if the rain would never cease.

From where you lay at the rear of the ship the roof panel above you was retracted, revealing the clear window and you were silently watching the relentless water dance its way across the glass, every rivulet forging its own path. For days now, the patter of gentle rainfall had been consistent, not letting up for a single moment.  It was a soft reminder of home – of a childhood fading into distant memories. All but an echo in the back of your mind. This moon you are visiting is small, and uninhabited. Save for the few creatures that managed to survive in the rainforests. Aseeni. You have been here for six days now, scouting and wandering the dramatic landscapes. You were currently parked on a small plateau covered in thick, lush grass and tall dense forest in the not far from the edge of the cliff. The river raged below. The incessant rain feeding it every second of the day. The rain showed no signs of ending, and judging by the depth of its many gorges, it appears that the rain never stops. Finding these forgotten corners of the galaxy offered brief reprieves after months on the run. You have enough food supplies on board to offer the luxury of seclusion for two weeks. This little retreat. You hum a little laugh – a pleasant memory of a holiday with your sisters passed over you. You were so young. It was sunny. A wide, pink beach. Your Mothers’ laughter. And only her laughter – never her face. You never could get the entire image. Just whispers of this woman across your memory. The waves that day were so loud, the water, warm. So much water. Will it ever stop raining? This moon is so cold and you longed for sunshine.

             “~What are you thinking about.~”

The warm voice intruded upon your reverie. It reverberated through your head and filled your senses. It was less of a question, more a demand. Without shifting your gaze away from the glass skylight, you took a shallow breath and mumbled quietly in response: “I’m not-”  

There was no use in lying, yet lately you found as many small opportunities to do so as possible. You couldn’t prevent smirking up at the ceiling. You enjoyed this game. You liked it when he teased you, his mind reaching for yours, and you wished you could do the same for him. So instead, you goad him.

Anticipation creeps higher, starting in your fingertips as he stalked his way to you from the cockpit. The softest sounds of boot heel on the clean metal floor drummed gently, masked by the rainfall, and although he is light-footed, you feel vibrations tremble through you as his steps synch with the blood rushing through your ears. You had been thinking. Desperately. Rifling through your memories for something lost long ago. A gap in the data of your life. Not blank, but blurred – something out of reach, and as always, you came up short. It was frustrating, and usually made you anxious, angry. But you weren’t suffering that right now. You watched the rain patter gently. In suspense, you gently teethed the tip of your tongue, pleased with how efficiently you were able to rouse him. Louder now, thick leather falling on the steps of the gangway as he effortlessly climbed the stairs to your location.

He stopped by your thigh, and you flicked your eyes away from the skylight panel and across to meet his. Yellow amber smiling down at you from the dark of his cowl. He stands up straight, tall, his chest heaving with a deep breath, low and purposeful. Measured.

             “You play dangerous games, girl.”

You never used to. But something had changed. Your life certainly had. The galaxy was always in a state of change – but you had always remained the same. And yet here you lay: a far cry from the confines of your monotonous and controlled life back home. All but lost in space, on an empty moon, in a quiet ship. Taunting a former Sith Lord, and giggling whilst doing so. Sprawled about, lounging on your back on the cold hard floor with only your simple bed clothes and a thin blanket taken from the bunk to protect you from the cold - and from his warm eyes. A shiver ripples across your skin and he raises an eyebrow at the sight of your gentle shudder, but you hold his powerful gaze, refusing to back down. You would hold his attention forever if time would allow it.

“I’m cold.”

             “You are laying on the floor.”

Your lips curl slightly, smiling defiantly. He was difficult to read sometimes. You could not access his emotions, and he kept them guarded most of the time. You on the other hand, were like an open book to him. From your position on down on the floor, he was monstrous. Tall, imposing in every way. Clad in black and leather. And although you could only see his eyes, you knew the face under the cowl, you knew it well. You knew every scar. The shape of his sharp teeth. The deep lines set across his brow. The ear piercings he has accumulated over the years. He was deathly quiet, and his eyes suddenly closed. Silence was common between you. You were happy to sit in silence. Aside from the hammering of rain that is. You giggle to yourself - and the ghost of your Mother's memory returns, smiling along with you.

             “My dear, ease your mind. Do not worry yourself.”

You blink up at him, expression softening into something melancholic. Internally, you agree with him. Trying to let go of your concerns for your memories, for now - he had told you before how loud you are. He has been teaching you meditative breathing techniques, to help regulate you to sleep. It worked sometimes. Your feelings constantly bled through you, it was so easy for him to delve into your heart and understand your needs. Closing your eyes you try to empty your thoughts, and breathe in. Another shiver passes across your arms and legs, shuddering in your chest. Your heartbeat soon softens. His voice once again flitted within your mind – like an echo, but closer:

             “~Would you like another blanket?~”

Your smile returns and you nod eagerly. His hands appear from behind his back, and you watch his bare red-black fingers unclasp the cloak at his neck. He knew you wrestled with your past, you both discussed it at length. In a sadistic way he was glad of it. The two of you found comfort in each other. And now you’ve been travelling together for the last seven months; you, fulfilling a lifelong wish of adventure and love, and he - simply trying to exist in a world that has repeatedly chewed him up and spat him back out. The past helped forge the future, and he was designing his future with you by his side.

As the cowl was pulled from his shoulders, the dramatic landscape of his body is revealed to you. His dark red skin mottled by the shadow of the rain drops on the skylight. The tattoos snaking across his neck and framing his face are as striking as they’ve ever been, and you have them committed to memory. You hope you’ll never forget this at least. He had let his horns grow a little longer than usual, and by the stars everything about him was frightening and enthralling.

The black cloak fanned out as he gracefully let it fall across your legs, and he knelt to place it across your shoulders, leaving only your face and neck exposed.

Your new blanket is suffocating with his scent. The weight of it is pleasant, and just enough to keep the chill away, but the smell. His leather. His soap. The perfume you wore for him the other night - it all gathered into one heady intoxication. His hands linger on your shoulders, fondly holding you there. Warmth. His smirk. By the stars, it drove you mad.

             “Thank you.”  

You whisper silently. Those yellow eyes of his, evidence of how far he had fallen in his past full of suffering, hatred, and rage. He tried to be gentle with you, and now as those amber irises drift across your face, you can see how tired he is. You knew he wasn’t sleeping well. Neither were you. Your thoughts aren’t on sleep now though, but on the slow pressure as his right hand gently squeezes its way from your shoulder to your breast. His movement so small, so tender. The pit of your stomach floods with heat that courses through your veins so vehemently it took you both by surprise. His eyes flick across your face, to your lips as they part in a quiet moan.

             “Don’t stop..”

Your gentle plea reverberates through his bones. His brow softens and he slowly pushes the cloak down, exposing your torso to him once again, fingertips grazing over your shirt and finding the hem at your stomach. The heat of his skin against yours burns across your sternum as he makes his way under your top, finding your bare breast and firmly grasping at you. The small of your back arches slightly and your chin lifts, eyes fluttering closed as he leans in to place an open-mouth kiss along your jaw. Your arms circle around his shoulders, your own hands finding bare skin at the nape of his neck, holding him against your neck as he kisses and teethes at you. Resting on his forearm he leans in closer, and he licks up to the corner of your mouth. As his thumb drags over your erect nipple, he captures your lips. Tongue working against yours to coax out more of the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard. His hand frees your breast and slowly his knuckles drag down over your ribs, grabbing the hem of your sleepshirt and bunching it up and off your body. Now exposed to the cold air your fingers dig in harder to his neck, one hands gently cupping his cheek, your body at war with the freezing rainfall and the dropping temperature of this dormant starship.

He places his knee on the ground between your parted thighs. The metallic thud is dampened by the cloak that is still wrapped around your lower half. Something rumbles deep in his chest as he pulls away from your soft lips. The metal plating on his knee presses against your cunt. The fabric of your sleep shorts now soaking under his pressure, and your eyes roll back hips bucking against the friction. He smiles against your clavicle, relishing the whimpering moans and gasps that escape your beautiful throat. Seeking his warmth, your hands run around his neck, to his chest, burrowing under his collar, feeling his hearts thrumming under the taught muscle. His teeth flash in a wicked smile, those incisors and canines on full display. He pushes his knee harder against you, the sheer strength of him shifting you slightly along the cold floor. You gasp at the sudden movement and grip onto his shoulder, fingernails clawing into him. A deep flush blooms across your chest as you writhe for your climax.

He lurches back, just long enough to tear the black cloak away from your legs. You push up onto your elbows and face his ferocity. Those yellow eyes, pupils blown wide as he dips down, pressing his face against your clothed pussy. Your head drops backwards in a breathy moan, and he stares up at you, watching your pleasure fall from your lips.

             “Maul! Please..!”

A greedy snarl and a tearing of cotton, a loud gasp from you, and finally his mouth is on you. Your knees fall wide open as his hands hold your thighs apart. His tongue branding you. Long, broad licks along your core and up to your clit, again and again. His mouth is so wet – and so hot and then he latches his lips over your clit and swirls the tip of his tongue and sucks gently on your sweet skin. His sharp teeth are grazing on you and your hips stutter, thighs tensing, but he is gentle with you. Feasting like a man starved, and you swear you’re seeing stars. Hips grinding against the heat of his dedicated tongue. Your moans grow weaker, and your chest heaves with gasping breaths. You’re getting so close. The man between your legs deftly places a thumb to your clit, applying so much pressure your eyes fly open in shock, and his tongue dives into your core. The pad of his thumb drags across your clit expertly, hurtling you to the edge within seconds.

             “I – please oh..! Maul I –”

He growls against you, into you and you come apart. Heavy waves washing over you and your hips stutter in his strong grasp. Your cunt pulses around his tongue and he continues to fuck you through it all.

----- Maul -----

You’re so beautiful when you come undone like this. It enflamed him. Knowing that he alone makes you feel like this – it’s intoxicating. The power he holds in his hands, on his tongue, ripping the sweetest moans and the filthiest pleas from you. He loves it when you beg. He loves it even more when he doesn’t have to remind you. His eyes trail up your body, over every curve, every mark on your precious skin, the flush on your chest, and the way your breasts fall aside as you writhe on the floor. He slowly removes his mouth from your intoxicating warmth. His chin slick with your need, and he sits back on those cold legs. His cock is begging for attention. He slowly palms himself, watching you come back down from your exquisite high. How many times he’s made you unravel he lost count long ago. What started out as a welcome distraction became a deep burning addiction for you. Not just for your body – but the heart he could barely understand. The honesty that would pour out of you. The weakness. Then, observing as you grew into a confidence he became proud of. Reflections of strength and your poor attempts at deceit only spurred his pride and devotion. You slowly became important, and now, you’re crucial. He needs you. A weakness of his own.

The rain steadily hammering the ship exterior, falling harder than before. Too loud to hear the river below. Smaller rivers wash down and over you now, rippling across your bare body. He’s transfixed, completely enraptured at the sight. The skylight casts beautiful shadows across your skin. Black lines slithering, coursing around your soft flesh and for a moment they look like tattoos. Writhing just like you were mere moments ago under his tongue. You’re so beautiful. And his hips thrust slightly into his fist, cock desperate for more. It takes great will to not simply spear into you – he wants to savour it. Your desperation is flooding his senses and all he can smell is your flesh. He steadies his breathing. Focusing on the fleeting flutter of your small heart as it works to keep up with him. All consuming. And he can’t wait any longer.

             “Are you ready for me?”

Your head nods heavily, licking your lips. Wrenching his pants down and falling forwards, he catches himself with one hand next to your head. Your kind eyes rake over him, and he stifles a moan as your hand reaches down greedily. But he does not move any closer.

             “Please Maul I need you, I so desperately need your cock-”

He snarls but holds back. Your hand gently grasping at him and your hips squirming as you beg for him. Hips hold firm, not giving you what you so obviously need. How pathetic you sound. Salivating at the sight of him looming over you. The cold metal of his thighs pressing you open. As you continue to beg beneath him, your eyebrows knitting in confusion, whispering to him so sweetly, he makes up his mind. His free hand wraps firmly around the side of your neck, his thumb pressing down on your throat, firmly silencing your sweet nothings, his fingers dig into the base of your skull and he pulls your head up from the floor. Your hand retreats from his hard cock as you scramble to support your weight against his grip at your throat. He leans in so close, your mouth open. His tongue teases your lower lip. A low, slow rumble growls across your blissful face.

             “You. Are. Mine..”

The sudden relief of sliding into your scorching heat washes through him. His eyes close and his mouth falls open feeling your beautiful body accept all that he is. A guttural moan and an overwhelming throbbing around him as you welcome his cock are his rewards. He could go mad. Perhaps he should. Simply let his lust for you consume him, as the other desires have already done to him. Fucking into you slowly, he keeps a firm hold of your neck, listening to your breathing, his mouth so close to yours, but refusing to kiss you despite your attempts. He loves teasing you, taking his time –

             “My Lord-” You choke out a sob and suddenly his eyes bore down into yours. A viscous lust engulfs him. He pushes down on your neck, forcing you to lay flat and his weight shifts slightly, placing the other hand at the back of your knee, forcing your leg as far back as it will go, and he begins to fuck you mercilessly.

Silly girl.

He wanted to take it slow with you today, coax another orgasm or two before chasing his own – but not now. No, now you reap what you sow. You tempt him and tease him with such pretty words and bountiful body. You’re not even force sensitive and yet it appears you know exactly how to trigger his deepest desires and bend him to your every whim.

Your hands fly up to the wrist that’s at your throat, nails digging into his forearm as he fucks you thoroughly. Your body is pliant, and your pussy slick with desire, and how he takes you now only makes you fall limp. His strength overcomes you, his need too great. You ignited this fire and you relish how he falls into you again, and again, and again. The wet sounds coming from your sopping cunt are depraved. The chill of his metal thighs against you, the unforgiving pace, the vibrations of his guttural groans, the pounding of his hearts, amber and crimson and black, so much black. The rhythmic fall of rain on the wall of the ship swelled through your mind, the blood rushing in your ears.

             “Yes Maul, m-my Lord ah! Please don’t..stop..! Never stop..”

He can feel your body teetering on the edge of another orgasm. He feels every pulse of your desperate cunt squeezing around him, your breath shallow. He controls his breathing. Looking down at you in your mindless bliss he is enraptured. You come apart so easily for him – and he gives in so easily to you. A temptation from which he cannot drag himself away. He lessens the grip on your throat, removing his thumb and lifting you by the back of the neck again. The angle changes and his cock massages you perfectly, hitting so deep, stretching you just right and you can feel all of him, filling you.

             “~I love you my Dear~”

He is searing hot. He roars and comes deep, deep inside your walls he comes undone. A white crack of lightning blinds his vision and you implode around him as thunder rolls above. Your hands grasping at each other, seemingly for dear life. Blood coursing through your veins. His strength falters and he limply rolls to your side, dragging you along to rest on his chest. You're exhausted, and so hot. The still air nips at your bare skin, cooling the sweat at your scalp and the slick on your thighs.

You mumble incoherent affirmations for him. But he's not listening. So consumed by his own promises that he pours into you, flooding all your senses:

             “~I’ll always love you, I’ll never leave you, please my Dear please, I love you I love you~”

Words that you will never hear out loud.

You don’t need to hear them, for he shows you. Every day. Constantly.