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Title: A Walk in the Park
Rating: Well, it's going to be NC-17 by the time I'm finished with it, but
it's not yet. :)
Summary: You meet a stranger in the park who thinks you would make a great
apprentice.
Archive: Sure! Flatter me please!
Feedback: See above. :)
Disclaimer: Okay, I'm using one of George's characters, but I promise to
put him back when I'm done. Oh yah, I didn't make any money doing this,
it's just for practice.
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A Walk in the Park
By Tam Chronin

You feel the need to get out of the house, it's such a beautiful day and it
would be a shame to spend it inside. You haven't spent enough time on
yourself anyway, and you need to relax and get rid of some of the stress
that's been dragging you down. A walk in the park would be a great way to
do that, you think to yourself as you walk through the door.

You decide to walk since it's such a nice day and the park isn't that far
away. It's the middle of the week and there aren't many people there. One
man grabs your attention in a large clear area. He is wearing all black and
he seems to be practicing some form of martial arts. His back is toward you
at first, but in the course of his routine he turns to face in your
direction. He is wearing a cloak and the large cowl hides his face, but you
think you see a flash of red in the shadow. You step closer, entranced by
the beauty of his movements.

He pulls out a long cylinder and presses a button. You hear the familiar
sound of a lightsaber being turned on, followed by that hum you know so
well. Oh my God, someone finally figured out how to make a real lightsaber
and I didn't hear about it? You are completely in shock at this, but there
it is—a working lightsaber. The man in black glances your way, then
proceeds with his practice. A few minutes later another blade extends from
the other end and his movements are even more mesmerizing like that. No, it
can't be, can it?

After a time he extinguishes the blades and stands still as if he is
concentrating on something. You can't stop yourself from walking over,
curiosity and appreciation winning over your impulse to go away, far away,
before something goes wrong. "That was beautiful, I've never seen anyone
move like that." Well, not in real life, you amend silently.

You sense more than see him smile; his face is still hidden in the shadows.
"I'm glad you liked it." His voice is soft, even, bringing to mind so many
of the fantasies you have entertained about mysterious men in black robes
since you first saw The Phantom Menace. You quickly shove those thoughts
out of your mind, just in case….

You hear him chuckle softly as he takes a step closer. "Too late for that,
young lady." You blush, but you can't tear your eyes away from his face as
you finally get a glimpse of it. Yes, there is the signature black and red
pattern, and it's skin not greasepaint.

"You're really him, you're really Darth Maul, aren't you?"

"Who else would I be?" His eyes burn a path into your soul and you get a
taste of the dark power within him as he lets you taste his annoyance at
that question.

"Lord Maul, I wasn't questioning you. I was doubting myself. I never
expected to see you in the flesh." You follow your impulse to bow and he
seems appeased by the words and gesture.

He turns away for a moment, looking off in the distance. You hear in your
mind, you have no idea why I'm here.

Your eyes widen as you realize what that means. I have Force potential?
How can that be?

I don't know how, but a few people on your backwater planet do. You do, and
it called to me.

I always wanted to be a Jedi, you can't stop yourself from thinking.

"Jedi." He snarls the word out, whirling on you with barely suppressed
anger. "The Jedi would find you a waste of their time, they have no idea
what a waste it would be to ignore someone with your potential."

You give him a lopsided grin. "Yah, but the Dark Side is evil."

"Yes, it is." His words are serious, offering no apology or evasion.

"I couldn't serve evil." Your heart beats faster and you begin to think you
should run, now, but you can't.

"I am here to convince you that you could. You have the seed within you, it
just needs nourishing."

"You are mistaken." You quote.

"We shall see." He replies without missing a beat.

You begin to back away, slowly and with reluctance. Before you get far he
grabs your wrist and pulls you to him roughly. "You don't want to leave
yet. You don't know what I'm offering."

"I can imagine, and that's quite enough."

"You still don't understand, do you? You will turn, you will serve me. And
never doubt, you will love every moment of it."

"I have a hard time believing that."

"Then I'll just have to prove it to you. Maybe you'd like a demonstration."

You try to form a protest, but your mind is hung up on thoughts of what kind
of demonstration he might have in mind. What do you have in mind, you can't
keep yourself from sending.

He smiles and brings your hand to his mouth. He brushes each fingertip with
a kiss, then the back of your hand, then the inside of your wrist. Each
kiss is feather light, teasing you with the sensation. He turns your hand
over and caresses your palm with a gloved finger. It sends shivers up your
spine and you take a sharp breath.

He captures your mouth with his, this kiss is passionate and strong. A
small moan builds within you as he pulls your body against his. You feel
his hardness pressing against you. You feel his desire within your mind.
His hand reaches between your two bodies and he grasps your nipple through
your shirt, teasing it to hardness.

You feel the passion building within you, unable to resist the stimulation.
Any thought of protest has been forgotten and you give yourself to the
moment.

He releases your mouth, letting you catch up on some much needed oxygen. He
works his way down to your neck, nibbling and sucking lightly. You feel one
of his hands reach down to grab your ass and the other one works its way up
to the back of your head. Entangling your hair with his fingers he holds
your head firmly and bites your neck.

It's just the right amount of pain, just the way you like it. You gasp for
air, eyes wide but unseeing. Another moan escapes you as he sucks on your
neck, driving you wild. You know this has you wet, and you would beg for
more if you could form the words.

You feel pressure between your legs. It's a gentle massage at first, but it
builds steadily. The sensation concentrates on your clit, bringing wave
after wave of pleasure. Then you feel pressure inside you. Your head
clears enough to realize that all your clothes are on and that both of his
hands are busy in other places.
Oh my God, you think, he's fucking me with the Force. He's hitting just the
right spot, filling you just enough, and then the rhythm begins to drive you
mad. Your hips rock against him and you feel your control slipping and
can't bring yourself to miss it.

He pulls back with a smile. Everything stops just as you were about to go
over the edge. "Just a demonstration. Just a taste of what I offer. I'll
leave you alone to think it over for a while."

With that he simply walks away. You don't trust yourself to walk yet after
that, and you know you won't find him or catch up with him or find him until
he wants to be found. Cursing softly you walk home.

Your roommate gives you a funny look as you walk in, but you're too
distracted for it to sink in. You go straight to your bedroom and plop down
on your bed, remembering every detail of your encounter with Darth Maul.

That's when your roommate's funny look hits you. You rush over to the
mirror and take note of your swollen lips and your messed up hair. And the
gigantic hickey on your neck.

How am I going to explain this one, you think. Pulling out a turtleneck you
shrug and begin brushing out your hair.

You can't get him out of your mind. Darth Maul, sexiest Sith lord ever to
grace the silver screen, had shown up at the park, in the flesh (God, what
flesh) and seduced you like no one else could. It has been a week and you
still can't get him out of your mind, your roommates are looking at you like
you have lost your mind.

Maybe I have lost my mind, you think to yourself. Lost it to him, maybe.

You have the house to yourself tonight. At the back of your mind is the
continuing replay of what happened in the park as you sit down and decide to
watch the Star Wars trilogy again. You only half pay attention to the
opening, pulling out of it as Luke's whining about power converters sets
your nerves on edge as it always does. You sigh, thankful that you're so
familiar with the movie that missing so much doesn't matter.

You pay attention just long enough to notice the red R2 unit blooper yet
again, then your mind drifts off on its familiar path.

"That's the path to the Dark Side," someone says behind you.

You jump up, barely not screaming, and dive for the phone to call 911. You
hit the nine before you realize that it's a familiar voice, and look up to
see yet another figment of your overactive Star Wars obsessed imagination
standing behind your couch.

You hang up the phone slowly, not daring to take your eyes off of him. "You
can not be Luke Skywalker. This can not be happening."

"Who else would I be? I can assure you that I'm not a figment of your
imagination though, because if that were the case Darth Maul would be
standing here instead of me. Your thoughts for that Sith Lord are strong."

You blush, knowing that he is right.

"Well then, why are you here? I thought the Jedi were too good for someone
like me."

Luke's face takes on a haunted appearance for a moment, but he regains
control in no time. "You know better than that. It may have been that way
long ago in my father's time, but you know I need anyone willing to
reestablish the Jedi order. We need people like you."

"I'll think about it," you say, but your mind drifts off to the thought of
Maul's hands sliding up your body and you know it won't be easy.

"Don't worry, I'll be back. We can talk about this more when you're ready."
With that he opens the door and steps outside.

You sit and think about it for a while, still missing the movie that you put
in earlier. There's a loud knock at your door and you nearly jump out of
your skin. You open the door and Darth Maul stands there with fury written
all over his face.

"Lord Maul," you manage to stutter. "I didn't expect—"

"What was he doing here," he spits out, sparks flying from his eyes as he
storms in.

"The same thing you are, I'd imagine," you reply coldly after regaining your
composure. How dare he make presumptions like that, you think in outrage,
ready to throw him out lightsaber or no.

He glares at you dangerously, but when he sees that you aren't about to back
down he laughs. "I doubt he was here for the same reason I am." Now
there's a hint of suggestion on his face and you know he's right. "The Jedi
are quite prudish about such things, so unless he proposed to marry you…."

You smile in return, passion switching from anger to lust in an instant.
You think to yourself, I shouldn't be doing this, but another part of your
mind takes the thought and squishes it quickly.

"I came here to remind you of what I'm offering, to show you more of what I
have to offer."

Remind? How could I forget, you think. That part about more catches your
attention though. "I still haven't made up my mind. I'm a good girl, I
always have been by my standards."

He just chuckles and reaches for your chin. "I do enjoy a challenge." His
lips curl in a sensuous smile before he captures your mouth in another
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You break off the kiss, looking wide-eyed at Darth Maul. He grabs you around the middle and keeps your body pressed against his. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin and his hard member pressed against your stomach through your clothes.
"You will see what folly it is to consort with those of the Light Side. You belong with me, you only don't know that yet."
You can't say anything in reply because he is kissing you again. He rips off your shirt and bra quickly and you pull back with a gasp. His eyes travel over your exposed top and he kneels in front of you, capturing a nipple in his mouth. His passion is intense, waves of emotion flow over you and carry you away.
With a grin he stands up and disrobes. The first thing you notice is that he is tattooed everywhere, with such designs that you can't tell which is his natural color and which is the tattoo. The next thing you notice is the sheer size of his penis. He's gonna try to fit that in me, you think in shocked surprise.
Grinning he reaches for your pants. "I'm not going to try to do anything, when I decide to take you I will succeed." Your pants and underwear are soon pooled around your ankles and you feel pushed off balance. You land roughly on the couch and quickly find yourself completely naked.
His hands grab the back of your head, bringing your mouth to his crotch. You eagerly open your mouth to lick his huge member. He shudders from the sensation as you open your mouth around him. You strain to get him into your mouth, licking and sucking as best as you can. With an internal smile you begin to slide your mouth back and forth. He gives a soft moan and suddenly you can feel what he's feeling. The physical sensation overwhelms you, but not enough to get you to stop.
With a growl he shoves you away. "Not yet, I have other things in mind." He slowly caresses your face, touching your lips almost sweetly before reaching into his discarded clothes to get something. He pulls out two lengths of black silk cord. With a glance into the dining room he notices the sturdy oak table and motions you toward it.
You raise a questioning eyebrow but don't protest. Of your own free will you walk to the table and sit down on it, glad for once you had cleaned it instead of one of your roommates. Who knows what kind of hurried job one of them might have done in their eagerness to leave.
He deftly arranges you in the position he wants, tying you loosely enough to allow some movement, but tight enough that you can't get free. In a flurry of movement he is on top of you, eyes smoldering with desire and passion. You don't know where he got it, but in his hand is an ice cube. Your eyes widen in alarm, your sensitive skin turns what many have called sensual torture into the real thing. You whimper softly, pleading with your eyes, but his smile only grows. He seems to know every place that will make you squirm the most. Tears form in your eyes from the burning cold that is tracing its way up and down your body. You cry out a few times, but it only makes things worse. He finally reaches your nipples, teasing them into hardness despite how much it hurts.
"You don't know what pain is yet, but don't worry, I will teach that lesson another day."
He licks first one, then another nipple, slowly bringing them back to a normal temperature. You gasp at how it burns at first, then writhe from the desire he is inducing. His talented fingers make their way to your warm, wet pussy and he looks up at you with a diabolical grin. "You just didn't know how much your body enjoyed that." His eyes flash as he positions himself over you. He slowly slides himself in, penetrating deeper than you have ever been penetrated. You're so wet he doesn't have any problem slipping himself in to the hilt. You shudder from the intense pleasure of being filled so fully. He begins the ancient rhythm slowly, giving your body time to adjust to his size. Your moans begin to find a way out without any thought on your part. You find yourself transported to another plane of existence where this pleasure is the only thing in the universe. He pumps harder, faster, bringing waves of sexual energy flowing through you both as you grow ever closer to orgasm. Soon he is slamming into you, pounding you into the table beneath you, but you don't care because all you feel is the intense pleasure of climax. You scream with release, shuddering beneath him and around him as he climaxes too. You both struggle to catch your breath after such an intense explosion.
The last thing you remember is Darth Maul's soft voice commanding you to sleep before the darkness of the back of your eyelids becomes your world. It isn't until much later that the sound of keys in the front door startles you awake. You're still tied to the table, but at least you're covered by something. Your roommates walk in and look at you in shock.
You're not in the mood to explain things to them. They rush over with concern written on their faces, asking you what happened and if you're all right. "Just untie me and forget about all of this," you growl through your teeth. With blank expressions they release you and you realize that you have somehow used the Force to force your will upon them. With a smug grin you wrap the black material around you and walk to your bedroom. Only then do you look closer and realize that it is Darth Maul's cloak—proof that he had really been there and wasn't just the product of an over-active imagination.
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