Author: Sythe aka Dawn     teloxi@hotmail.com

Rating: NC 17-What Else?!

Characters: Darth Maul, Ankari (my creation)

Category: romance, seduction, drama, and what ever else comes to mind
when you read this story

Status: Continued

Feed Back: ( Gimme that blow horn Per’agana!) Yeah! Of Course!

Disclaimer: Its Star Wars! We already know to whom the copyrighted
characters belong to-George Lucas! I just burrowed the Sith hotty for a
lill’ while!

Note: For those of you who are phonics impaired-

Ankhwiari (on-q-we-are-e)

Tyremna (tree-ma) the "n" is silent

Tiproah (tip-row-uh)

Part I

Not long ago, I had a dream. It was a beautiful dream, unlike any I have
ever had before.

In the dream I was happy, content and carefree, having everything that a
woman’s heart could desire. Huh, if only….wait, it wasn’t a dream…. I
had lived it-lived it all…I’m living it now…

The darkness surrounds me like a blanket, and I can just barely make out
my forested mountainous surroundings in the pale moon light of midnight.
I am filled with a sense of great longing and yearning that tears at my
being. I do not understand why I feel it as I do; maybe it is the
strange gift that was birth given to me by my mother or father. An
ability that is a curse and a gift at the same time.

Because of my strange and unusual abilities and my strange appearance
that is not of my kind, as a child I was an outcaste and made an
outsider. None of the children of my age would play with me-either
because they where terrified of me or because their parents did not
allow any kind of contact with me at all. My kind are not accepting of
strange and unusual things, including any of their kind with special
powers and abilities that are not natural and an appearance that is not
of their kind.

Carefully, barefooted, I make my way through the forest to the place
called Ankhwiari- The place of Union. It is where the females of our
kind go in search of a mate, and there one may find a mate from a
neighboring clan. I have never journeyed to Ankhwiari to find a mate-not
needing to until a few days ago when I finally was over taken by the
Tyremna- the urge or yearning. It had taken ten years-since the day I
entered womanhood to finally be overcome by the Tyremna, unlike the
other females of my clan who were overtaken within years of their first
flux-the entrance into womanhood. I can just make out the jagged snow
covered mountains in the distance, the snow reflecting the moon light,
the reflected light softly lighting the valley below. It is a
magnificent site-a site I have not and may never see such a sight like
this ever again. I take a few moments respite and then am on my way
again to the place I dread and the place where the future of my life
lies. But I must go, it is our way, as it has been since before there
was memory and it shall always be our way. I feel myself pulled, a sense
of urgency surrounding me, quickening my pace to my future.

As the hours pass, the twin suns shine upon my face through the forest
canopy high above me, surrounding me in dancing dappled spots of light
as a gentle breeze blows off the mountains to the north. I do not stop
except only to rest-the pull upon my body, my very being, growing
greater with each step I take closer to Ankhwiari. The urgency too,
grows with each step, forcing me to move on until I reach the place of
union. Yet, though I feel my stomach begin to growl painfully in hunger,
I do not stop, reaching Ankhwiari far more important than eating,
sleeping or resting. I continue on, finally reaching the valley floor,
the place of union not far now, only a few hours longer, then I can
finally rest and satiate my great hunger.

Then, finally after four days of almost endless journey, I reach
Ankhwiari. There, in they center of the valley is an ancient and very
beautiful stone temple, which must have been built thousands of years
ago, its tall stone columns intricately and beautifully decorated with
large leafed and flowered vines, its entrance is dark and foreboding. I
can sense a strange, foreign, and intense dark energy surrounding the
temple and I. Instantly, I fell chills run down my spine as I near the
temple entrance, sending my entire body tingling with tiny stabs of
fire. Heeding my senses (which are correct the majority of the time), I
avoid entering the dark temple, especially when I am overwhelmed with
the sense of great danger inside the black abyss-like shadows of the
ancient temple.

I carefully look about the area surrounding the temple and finding an
area well used by those before me overtaken by the Ankhwiari, I set up
camp for my possibly long wait. Night comes and sitting before the fire
I had made, I listen to the sounds of the night creatures hidden around
me in the shadows-it is like an orchestra, but the evil darkness of the
place and the intense sense of danger fills me with fear on the verge of
terror.

Suddenly, I fell as though I am being watched, from the shadows beyond
my campfires’ light, and in fear, I pull my cover tightly about me,
believing that it a sort of security in such a strange and foreign land,
and that which lurks in the darkness of the night. I finally fall to
sleep just as the first rays of the first of the twin suns, Tiproah,
begins to peek out over the peaks of the eastern mountains.

Suddenly, I wake as I sense a dark presence-not the dark energy
surrounding the temple- something different…. something alive. In fear,
I peer into the predawn shadows that had taken over my camp after the
fire had died. I can make nothing out except the vague outline of the
trees about me, and then, just as suddenly as I felt the dark presence,
it vanishes. Not realizing that I had been holding my breath in the
entire time, I let out a soft sigh of relief that evaporates a minute
portion of my fear. Closing my eyes, I raise my hands to my face and I
attempt at relieving the sleep from my eyes as I yawn sleepily. Reaching
for my pack beside me, I open it and rummaging through the pack, I pull
out a leather bundle and hastily, opening the leather bundle, I lift a
piece of dried meat to my mouth. After devouring the piece of meat, my
hunger satiated, I stand to my feet and begin to stretch my painfully
stiff and aching muscles. I deeply inhale the sweet, clean and coolly
refreshing forest air, filling my lungs to capacity with a deep yawn.
Slowly, I begin to walk about to stretch my stiff legs and I begin my
daily chores-such as collecting materials for the nights fire, preparing
the necessary oils that would be needed when my future mate and I
finally join-if he does come!

My chores done by mid day, I take the time to find a water source. I
find a near by creek beneath a magnificent waterfall-the origin of the
creek, cascading down from a high cliff, mist and foam hides the place
where the fall meets the creek. Blossoms of climbing vines cling to face
of the cliff….What an enchanting sight! Never before have I seen such
pure, natural beauty! I can even see the mist dancing on the natural
made breeze, carrying the mists far beyond the banks of the creek, into
the forest surrounding it. Knowing that I must return to camp, I take
one last look and I begin my return. But suddenly, I sense the presence
of a being, a dark and dangerous being-yet I am unable to determine if
it is of my kind or a large animal. Filled with great fear, I pick up my
pace as I sense that the creature is not too far away from me, and soon
I enter a sprint to camp, believing that reaching it would save
me-protect me from what ever is out there I sense to be watching.

I am wrong.

As I stand motionless in the center of my camp, listening for any sound
or movement, I suddenly sense someone or something behind me. Instantly,
I am frozen with terror, and I cry out in sheer terror when I feel hands
upon my sides-hands? Then those hands mean … I sigh with some relief as
I come to realize that, finally, a mate has come to me. Closing my eyes,
my breath flustered with nervousness and my heart thudding in my ears, I
release a soft gasp of surprise when I feel a body of steel muscles
against my back. Though my mind on the verge of overload, I am able to
sense that he, my mate to be, is different: his aura is dark and filled
with dark emotions-including lust and desire. And yet, I find myself
drawn to his darkness, his mysteriousness, and his dark energies, which
surround and fill me.

Through my thin clothing, I can feel the heat of his body, and his hot
breath upon the exposed skin of my right shoulder and neck, which sends
waves of heat and chills throughout my entire body-my fingertips
tingling to numbness. I shudder as a surge of adrenaline shoots through
out my body when I feel his lips brush my right ear as he slips his
strong, noticeably muscular arms about my slender waist, bringing me
closer to his hard body.

"W-who are you?" I manage to ask my mate to-be, curiosity slowly filling
my haze filled mind. I want to know who he is, everything about him, yet
somehow I sense that I don’t want to know, a sense foreboding filling my
spinning mind. Trying to clear my mind with a deep breath, I realize
that I can smell his scent-a scent of leather, sweat, perfumes or what
could be incenses, combine with his alluring natural male scent. I can
almost make out the well defined, strong, powerful muscles of his body
against my back, through our clothing.

" I am not what you think, my little one." I hear his voice, which
almost makes my already weak knees collapse from beneath me as my heart
suddenly quickens and my breath comes in silent ragged gasps. His voice
is like liquid dark velvet, soft yet very authoritative, hinting a man
of power or high status-a very fortunate turn of events. My mind is
hazy, clouded with nervousness, adrenaline, and emotions I cannot yet
explain. I cannot think, his very closeness leaving me unable to think,
or concentrate on the moment.

My eyes still closed, my body trembling in his arms, I find myself being
turned about in his arms until I am finally standing face to face with
my mysterious and dark mate to-be. I dare not open my eyes, in fear as
to what I may see-but I want so much to look upon him, to look upon a
face I sense to be of the most handsome of men, to revel in his
masculine beauty and to look into the intense eyes of the father of my
future offspring. Yet, I dare not.

I can feel his hot breath upon my face, a sweet scent of something
unfamiliar mingling with his own natural scent. I can sense that his
face is only a hands width from my own face-he is so close that I can
almost feel his lips touch mine. Then, as if reading my thoughts, I
suddenly feel his lips press firmly, but gently against mine-sending my
mind spinning with strange, foreign sensations. My mind numb with
sensations and emotions I have not felt before, I feel myself begin to
melt in his strong, muscular arms, his arms molding my delicate frame to
his muscular one-our bodies fitting perfectly against one another.
Sensing me unable to breathe, his lips release mine and throwing my head
back, I gasp for a deep, mind recentering breath, and if I had not been
in his arms at that very moment, I surly would have collapsed to the
hard earth beneath my feet.

"Open your eyes, my little one." I hear his sultry satin voice speak, as
I try to regain my center. I, still trembling in his strong arms,
cautiously and carefully open my golden yellow eyes. Instantly, I gasp
with disbelief and horror, as I look upon his face-his face!

His entire face is covered entirely by intense, yet very beautiful,
tribal-like black and blood red tattooing- giving him the appearance of
a vicious creature or a forktongued viper. Then, I look into his eyes
and I find intense, molten eyes-like the Mouths of Fire (volcano’s)
north of my clans’ village, brilliant golden yellow centers surrounded
in a ring of fiery red. I even notice the slightest hint of a grin,
enjoying my reaction to his intense and terrifying facade. Instantly,
overwhelmed with terror, disbelief-emotions that his very sight invoked,
I find myself surrounded in darkness, my body becomes heavy, my eyes
roll into the back of my head and then, completely, I fall into
darkness.

He was right-he was not what I thought he was.

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Part II

Slowly, with a soft, almost inaudible yawn, I wake from my deep,
dreamless sleep. Stretching my limbs to force the sleep from them, with
a silent gasp of terror, I suddenly remember. I remember looking into
eyes that were like fire, its flames burning straight to my very center,
intense golden yellow encircled in a ring of blood. I remember the
terror invoking ebony and blood red tribal-like designs covering the
mans’ entire, very handsome, face. I lie as motionless as I am possibly
able when I instantly feel-sense the dark presence of a being not far
from me; I can feel its intense eyes burning into me to my very essence,
seeing all that I am, leaving nothing unseen. I sense that he can hear
my every thought-see every mental image that passes through my minds’
eye. Yet, I feel a certain sensuality at knowing that I am totally and
utterly open to him like a book, sending streaks of fire coursing
through my veins, making my body burn with a sensual fever very foreign
to me.

"Good morning, my little one. I know you can hear me and are awake-I can
see your lids trembling." I hear His seductive, sultry voice, which is
like dark liquid velvet-sending my insides, up, between my thighs,
quivering with nervousness and rising desire. My stomach feels as though
featherwings (butterflies) are floating about inside.

Realizing that attempting to continue my façade any longer would be
futile, I finally, but cautiously, open my eyes. I find that it is early
morn, the mist-like fog still clinging to the ground about the camp like
a thick fluffy white blanket and the first of the twin suns setting the
distant eastern sky on fire with color. I look about me for the
fire-eyed dark man, and with a inaudible gasp of fear, I find him
sitting to my right in the early morning shadows, his black clothed legs
crossed before him his eyes closed, a look of serenity and concentration
upon his red and black face and throughout his body. Yet, I sense that
though he seems vulnerable, he is very dangerous-like a wild fire cat
lying in wait for his prey, waiting for the perfect moment to attack.
Then, suddenly hit with realization, I notice small up-curved ring of
horns about his head, creating an effect far more terrifying than before
when I first looked upon him, his black hood upon his head.

He opens his eyes.

With fright, I gasp once again, but loud enough for him to hear, and in
response to my fright, the slightest hint of a grin dares to appear upon
his… "Beautiful" face. Beautiful?! What am I thinking? He is the most
dangerous looking being my eyes have ever seen and the first thing I
think as I look upon him after waking is "beautiful"? I then see his
grin grow even more as if hearing my thoughts.

"You flatter me little one. Do not fear what your instincts-your
feelings tell you." I hear his sultry velvet voice in my mind-my head,
frightening me and surprising me at the same time.

"Y-you spoke to me in my mind? You can read my thoughts? I-I do not
understand."

I finally find the courage to speak, after the terrifying experience of
looking upon his true self, after taking me into his muscular arms
suddenly from behind. Chills run up and down my spine as I feel and see
his intense fiery eyes look me carefully over, his eyes burning my
delicate skin with lust and desire I have never felt before-and it
terrifies me.

"I can. There is great power in the Darkside. You will soon learn of
that, my

beautiful one." I hear his sultry dark silk voice in my mind, sending me
jumping to my feet quickly with disbelief and confusion, and surprise.
But I soon stand frozen with fear as he stands to his feet, his robes
flowing about him in a hypnotizingly graceful movement. He then moves
toward me, his gait soft and practiced-like a great cat on the hunt-and
I am his prey.

Quickly, I attempt to move, but to no avail- my bare feet thoroughly
planted in the dark, rich earth. I in turn break my eyes from him,
shutting them closed as I sense his dark aura nearing me with every
terrible moment. I tremble, as if cold, but it is not cold-it is great
fear, fear of the man nearing me, fear of his intense molten eyes. My
heart races in my quivering bosom, my breath caught painfully in my
throat-my lungs burning with fire for loss life giving oxygen.

And then He is before me. I finally breathe.

With a loud cry of terror, I feel his leathered fingertips upon the
right side of my turned away face, and running them down my cheek to my
chin, I feel his fingers grasp gently my chin and gingerly turn my face
to him. My breath flustered, I feel-sense his lips just inches from my
own, his hot breath upon my face, sending waves of warmth throughout my
chilling body. Without realizing, I release a sigh of desire-a desire
that his very presence seems to be creating. I want so much to be happy,
to be loved. To be a mother. "You may yet have that and all that you
ever wish." I hear his voice in my mind, believing it to be one of my
own thoughts-just in his voice.

The tension surrounding us could be cut like hot knife through kintomuh
(deer) fat. I find that I ache to feel his lips upon mine, to feel his
powerful and strong arms about me again, and to finally feel my much
awaited first joining. And as if-no, He was listening, I suddenly feel
his arms slip about my slender waist, pulling me against his hard body,
and with a deep-throated moan form him, I instantly melt in his arms as
his lips press hard against mine. It is long and passionate, and hiding
possible future events.

Dazed, I barely felt his lips release mine, soon realizing he does so
before sending me further into my daze of ecstasy and desire. I can
barely stand, but his arms and his body keep me upright. I feel a fire
smoldering in me and the region up between my legs beginning to throb
and ache-silently crying out for something to be inside, to quench its
unnamable thirst. I cannot open my eyes as I lie my heavying head upon
his broad upper chest-my head not high enough to reach his shoulder. I
hear his powerful heart beat in his chest, a rhythm both relaxing and
entrancing at the same time.

"W-who are you?" I whisper softly as I grasp the fabric of his robe, my
inner fire wishing to know everything-to feel everything, curiosity
intensifying the flames.

"I am of the dark, of that which is of the Darkside. I am to you, Maul,
but I am called Darth Maul-Dark Lord of Sith." He exclaims, with a hint
of pride in his voice-pride of what and who he is.

"Sith? I have not heard of…" I pause as an image enters my mind’s eye,
my eyes turned to my right, seeing but unseeing, as I concentrate on the
fuzzy mental image. In my mind I see a vast number-armies of
creatures-beings with horned heads and faces and blazing fiery yellow
eyes, all gathered to battle a foe as of yet unseen. They are surrounded
by intense dark energies-the hatred coursing through their veins
intensifying the dark energies 1,000 fold. The images seems as a memory,
or a vision of a time long past. Then I see a great battle between the
fiery-eyed beings and a vast army of male and female beings of every
kind dressed in soft brown tunics and pants, and flowing hooded brown
robes, who wield weapons of colored beams of light in their hands. The
battle is bloody and terrible. Many die a silent swift death, and others
writhe in agony as they die a gruesome, painfully long death alone.

Then another flash of images.

The battle is over, the battle won by the army who wielded the weapons
with beams of colored light. Then a word-no, a name enters my mind,
surrounded with spite and ancient hatred: Jedi. The Jedi are those who
had won the long, bloody battle. And I then realize that the ones who
had lost the great battle were called…Sith!

"Yes, my beautiful one, yes." I hear his beautiful voice in my mind, as
I feel his leathered fingers slip through my long hair, caressing me in
a way contradictory to the darkness inside him and surrounding us. "Some
how you have seen the past, the past of my order-the Sith. I sense that
in some way you are connected to the Sith-to me, in a way beyond
explanation." His hands pause in my hair as if thinking. "There is
something about you that seems… somehow familiar, something…of the
Darkside." Maul-Darth Maul-Lord Maul-whoever he is, speaks with
curiosity and perplexity in his words. With his revelation, I too, begin
to feel-sense a bond-a connection between myself, the dark man, Darth
Maul, holding me in his arms and the darkness that is all around us and
inside he and I.

I am confused, but there is an odd clarity to my thoughts and a feeling
that I am something so much greater that what I am now. And instantly, I
feel a surge of sensually painful energy course throughout my body,
filling me. I feel revitalized-powerful-capable of almost anything. The
energy is cold, dark and endless…like the dark energies surrounding me,
inside Maul, dark energies he can wield at will.

The Darkside!

It then hits me just how much I seem to look as he does-his intense red
rimmed, golden yellow eyes, the sharp upturned crown of horns upon his
hairless head. I too, have tattooed jagged tribal-like black designs
running down the center of my back. But I differ from him-I bare only
three small horns upon my forehead, and the tattooing upon my back is
only black over flesh. "I am like his kind!" I think with great surprise
and disbelief, finally turning my eyes to his. "So, you finally realize
why I am here." Maul retorts with his seductive grin, cute little
dimples appearing on his handsome red and black face. But I am overcome
with confusion that seems to be dragging to some unknown emotion.

"Then, who am I? Why am I here?" I question as tears begin to slip from
my eyes, closing them with a sigh of despair. Somehow I have always
known that I did not belong here on this world, that my clan is not of
my kind-that I am different beyond my isolatedly limited mind. My mother
was like me, so were my grandparents.

Part III

I remember a story that my grandmother had told me when I was a little
girl, before she died. It was beautiful, but dark. I had always loved that
story.

Long ago, before there was memory,
A fiery bird of silver fell from the night sky and plunged deep into
The depths of the Q’notia lake.
The first of all clans, the
Ancestors of the now divided clans, saw the plummeting fire bird of silver
And raced to Q’notia lake, finding a family
Of beings who were unlike any other being the clans people
Had ever seen before, lying upon the shores of the lake.
The clan took in the family of three and nursed the injured back to life,
Becoming part of the clan through time-integrating their
Strange appearance into the close knit clan. Throughout the generations,
The appearance of the people from the sky survived, passing
From generation to generation with little change,
Through the split-off clans.

One day, a young woman, a descendant of the sky people, made
her journey to the sacred place of union, to join with a mate.
There, appeared a male unlike her eyes have ever seen,
dark and yet intensely handsome.
At first, she was terrified of him, but soon
realized just how similar they were alike, and through a
great power they were connected.
He had felt-sensed her from a great distance,
her heart and soul calling out to him through the vast reaches of space.
Following his senses, he searched her out and finally
found her upon a world primitive.
There, he revealed himself to her, his darkness terrifying her to
unconsciousness.
Soon after awaking, the bond they shared was finally revealed-
there was a purpose for their meeting, destined to take place since the
beginning of time.
And then, their destiny to be fulfilled, they joined-the union of mates.
And together, they traveled the heavens, fighting by
each other’s sides in battle against common foes.
And together, they wield great powers when joined.
And together, they are forever.

With a gasp, I finally find the connection between the story told to me by
my grandmother and myself-the story was a foretelling of my future-the
future of he and I! My entire body begins to tremble and my mind is
instantly filled with images of a man and woman entangled in a passionate
embrace, their bodies moving together in the ancient rhythm. I gasp once
again, but with fright, when I feel Mauls’ lips caress the sensitive,
delicate skin of my neck, nibbling, licking and suckling upon a most
sensitive place just behind my right ear. I feel myself begin to melt in his
arms, molding even more against his muscular body. My heart thuds in my ears
and I cannot breathe as his lips gently move down my neck to my shoulder and
the hollow of my throat. I cannot help the moan that slips from my lips as
sensations and emotions fill me. Ecstasy.

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Alright, this what you’ve been waiting for…! The NC17 rating will finally
live up to expectations today!! Hope ya like descriptive explicitness!!
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My knees daring to give way beneath me, I suddenly feel him lift me off my
feet from the ground, raising me up higher until I tower over him. I cry out
with a moan when I feel his beautiful mouth embrace the colored part of my
left breast through the thin fabric of my clothing. The heat from his breath
and mouth passes through against my bare skin, sending another wave of
foreign, but wonderful sensations throughout every inch of my body. I feel
as light as a feather and unable to open my eyes-not daring to. And every
inch of my body tingles to numbness. My body feels as though on fire-but not
a fire that burns, as I wrap my arms about his shoulders. My heavy eyelids
are filled with brilliant swirling colors and flashes of light-like the
stars of the night sky. I can feel the hot water of his mouth seep through
to my skin as his tongue moves and swirls about the very sensitive nub of my
breast. With a flick of his tongue, I unconsciously release a gasp/moan of
ecstasy, my inner fire beginning to burn greater, hotter and higher than I
thought possible. The nub of my breast hardens painfully, sensually, to its
attention by his skilled tongue. I then feel his mouth leave me.

I open my eyes and lower them to Maul, who I find looking upon me with
intense fire in his beautiful molten golden amber-like eyes. I am no longer
afraid of him-I desire him! I want to feel him deep inside me, filling me
with his very being. I look upon his dark features, deep into his eyes of
fire, a feeling-emotion for him filling me with a happiness I have never
felt before. An emotion I have no name to give. It is beautiful. I am
content and filled with the feeling of being absolutely safe with him-unlike
before, when Maul finally appeared to me.

“Take me from this place. Take me from this world I feel I do not belong.
Take me from a life of shame, loneliness and despair, and give the life I
have always felt I should have-deserve.” I speak softly, tears of happiness
slipping from my eyes, my body on fire with desire for him. “* Take me to
the heavens and back. *” I speak with my mind.

“That was my plan, little one.” Darth Maul exclaims with his dangerous but
very attractive and seductive grin upon his face, his cute dimples appearing
once more, sending my fire for him burning high into the heavens far above
us. Gently, slowly, he lowers me back to my feet and when we are face to
face, our lips meet. And with a passion unknown, our mouths lock with fury
as we begin to tear out of our clothing. Hampered by our passionate, hungry
kisses, he pulls from me and begins to tear from his clothing. I find that I
just can not stand by and watch. I grasp the sides of his outer and under
tunic and savagely, I rip them apart from over his chest. My eyes fall upon
a perfectly muscular chest, also covered in crimson and ebony, in designs
that differ slightly from those on his face. I move closer and with a hungry
mouth, my lips touch the skin of his chest. His skin is like the finest
silk, warm and full of life, and tastes of salt, leather, sweat and his own
natural maleness. I trace my tongue along the designs to one of the
sensitive nubs upon his chest and I take it into my mouth, swirling and
flicking it with my tongue as he had mine. I hear a grunt like moan slip
from his lips, roaring up from deep in his throat. He is enjoining my
attention to his beautiful, deadly body. I try not to giggle with pleasure,
but it came out anyway. I like what I am doing to him and the effect my
efforts have upon him. I have always wanted to do this to future my mate
when he and I join, and I find that I feel very comfortable in allowing
myself to finally do what I’ve always wanted to do-to him. A slow, sensuous
torture-making him wait to take me. I place my hands upon his muscular
chest. Gently, slowly, I run my hands over every muscle, which twitches with
stimulation beneath his silken skin.

“* Oh, Trahga! He is so beautiful! *”

As if unable to take the delicious torture any longer, he, in a movement
faster than sight, he takes me in his arms and reclaims my lips with
passionate, savage fury. His tongue darts into my mouth, twisting and
twirling his hot, slick, and sweet, tongue about mine, catching my escaping
moan in his throat. I quickly attack his fiery weapon with my own, my own
passion matching his, as I finally return to myself after reclaiming me in
his arms before I could even think to react. My body on fire like I have
never felt before, I feel that I cannot take anymore-I want him NOW!

And hearing my urgent thoughts, he rips his mouth from my own, leaving my
lips burn with bruising. And quickly, I find myself standing before him
bare, my clothing removed from my body. I am instantly overcome with fear
and embarrassment at my nakedness before him. I have never been this
revealed to anyone in my entire life, and a virgin in all things of
courtship and the union between male and female.

“Fear not. I know of your purity of mind and body. Your first shall be
unlike any after.”
Maul promises with a sweet grin. I just can’t help sighing at those cute
dimples! And with practiced movements, he turns his back to me, and slowly
slips from the rest of his clothing before me, one piece at a time. I watch
attentively as he slowly reveals his beautiful, strong and very deadly body
to me, revealing more crimson and ebony designs upon his back. My breath
catches in my throat once again as I spy the flexing and straining muscles
of his shoulders and back. His arms too, bear the colors the revealed areas
of his body have. Dropping his clothing to the ground at his feet, he slips
the black leather boots from his feet, and what do you know-more black and
red designs!

Then, moments later, he stands with his back to me, his entire body bare
before me, allowing me to inspect him thoroughly.

“* Oh, he is an A’matar (a deity)! *”

And then, he turns to me. With girlish innocence, I quickly avert my eyes
as I spy his manhood, hanging just between his muscular thighs. I had
noticed though, there were crimson and ebony covering every single inch of
skin upon his perfect, warrior, god-like body-including his manhood! Never I
all my life have I seen a person entirely covered in ink, until now. I hear
a chuckle come from his direction-he is humored by my thoughts of his body,
his appearance. And I instantly gasp with fright as I find myself in his
powerful arms once again, but I feel his hot silken skin against mine, and
his hardening member pressed hard against my belly.

“Shh.” I hear Maul whisper softly into my right ear, his lips grazing the
sensitive skin, sending a burning streak of white hot fire throughout my
body, down to the still throbbing area between my legs. His hold about me is
gentle and reassuring, and strangely, even his intimate closeness.

Slowly, carefully, we fall to our knees upon the soft bed of our combined
clothing, beneath us. I turn my eyes to his and I feel all fear,
embarrassment and hesitation slip from my body-dissolving into thin air. All
I feel is my desire for him, the warmth of his body against mine, the fire
that has now spread throughout my entire body, and the aching, throbbing
fire inside the untouched, pure center up between my legs. It all feels so
right.

Slowly, I lie myself back upon our clothing as I slip from his arms, not
once taking my eyes from his. As I lie before him, I feel-sense my body
radiate with the glow of sexuality-the very sense of myself intensifying my
desire for him. He kneels between my parted legs, burning me through where
his eyes look upon me. I raise my arms to him, beckoning him to me.

Quickly, he is hovering just inches above me, no doubt as to what he
wants, what he desires. Our aching lips meet once more, but his lips slip
from mine as they move down my chin, to my neck and throat. I cry out with
surprise and ecstasy when I suddenly feel a hard pressure slip up inside me,
and glide up until it could go no farther. The pressure presses up against a
place deep within me I never new existed-sending my body jolting with spasms
of delicious sensations, a cried gasp roaring from deep inside me, out
through my mouth as I throw my head back in ecstasy. It moves inside me,
moving against the delicate and super sensitive walls of my sex, creating
waves of pleasure, pain, and millions of indescribable sensations of
white-hot fire blaze throughout every nerve and fiber of my body. My body
begins to move with the movements within me, my mind-senses telling me that
I have entered a new plane of existence. I feel heavy, but not. My eyes are
filled with swirls of colored light, and I cannot open then. “* What is he
doing to me? *” I finally am able to think, somewhat. My back arches from
the ground against his as my eyes fly back into the back of my head and I
cry out with ecstasy and release, my insides convulsing with choking
contractions. I feel as though I am falling, the world spinning about me
uncontrollably. I moan with each breath I gasp for, my entire body feeling
like a leaden weight. I cannot move, not even to open my eyes, but I can
still sense Maul hovering
over me.

“How do you feel, little one?” I hear his dark velvet voice whisper with
delight, his breath cooling the burning skin of my face. I feel a lazy smile
slip across my sweat dotted face at his question.

“Strange but oh so wonderful. H-how did you do that?” I return, almost
unable to speak, finally opening my heavy lids. I look into his molten eyes,
finding them burning hotter than ever with desire and pleasure.

“Through the Force.” He answers with a wicked grin. “But there is so much
more, my lovely.” And with that, I cry out in pain and pure pleasure when I
feel something this time real beginning to enter me up between my thighs,
breaking the barrier that protects my insides. Tears slip from my eyes and I
feel his hot tongue lick them from my checks as they run down my checks. “*
Shh, no more pain-just pleasure. *” I hear his voice in my mind and
instantly the pain and growing discomfort vanishes, leaving only the
wondrous feeling of the long, thick, solid object slipping farther into my
virgin insides-I am no longer chosha’ (a virgin)! And as I realize so, I
heard a sound of pleasure escape Maul’s throat-he is inside me?! To answer
my question, my breath catches in my throat when I feel his hips dig into
me, the object inside me abruptly pushes deeper inside me as his body moves
between my spread thighs and before my eyes. Then sensations the movement
creates sends my senses flying toward the heavens once again-but it is
different. I feel his power inside me, his seductive darkness; and our
minds, thoughts, breath and heartbeats seem to join as one or come into
unison, as he moves up inside me. My insides feel full with his manhood and
I can feel the skin of my insides holding tight to him within me.

I cannot help but place my hands upon his muscular shoulders, the muscles
stretching and straining with his ancient and wondrous movements between my
legs. I feel it-him then pull back, slipping his gender from me, sending
burning white hot lightning shooting throughout my body. My hands grasp hold
of him and turning into claws, I pull him to me, our mouths locking together
in a passionate fury. Then he pushes forward, his manhood forcing its way
back into me, sending another cry of exquisite pleasure to escape from my
wide open mouth as I throw my head back, sending my back arching up,
pressing my tingling body against his hard one-his mouth inhaling the
colored center of my right breast. I am being tortured-a most exquisite
torture every woman could only dream of. I place my hands upon his head, not
noticing the pain when one of the sharp horns slices one of my fingers,
pulling him as close as I can possibly get him.

He moves so slowly, so gingerly that I cry out for him to quicken his
movements, burning with need for release. I hear a chuckle come from Maul,
finding my cried out request surprising. But he suddenly stops in mid
thrust.

“What do you want?” He breathes teasingly, torturing me horribly with
ecstasy. I cannot speak, only hard breath slips through my clenched teeth,
my face contorted with frustration and desire.

“What do you…” He begins to ask again but I hastily cut his off as my eyes
shoot open, looking at him with delicious fury and desire. “YOU DAMN IT!”

A devastatingly handsome smile crosses his red and black face, his fiery
eyes glowing brighter with pleasure and desire. Instantly, I feel him plug
deep into me-farther than I ever thought possible, a gasp of great pleasure
louder than the distant thunder to the north roars out of my throat, echoing
of the canyon walls surrounding us. I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin
in pleasure, his sudden movement inside me sending my heart and mind
exploding with emotions and sensations beyond explanation.

He moves inside me with urgency, our bodies feeling as though we are
climbing an invisible mountain, trying to reach its peak-our peak of
absolution, release. We moan almost in perfect unison with every thrust into
me, and our mouths meet in passionate hunger. I can feel my insides
constrict about his gender inside me, forcing him to work harder-in turn
increasing our sensations three fold. Sweat glistens on our bodies, and our
skin is on fire from our exertions. And, then, together we cry out in
ecstasy, our heads thrown back, finally our peaks reached. Together we
tumble uncontrollably over the edge. Together we fall, the world spinning
dizzily about us-his male essence filling me upon our release. His body
collapses upon me, a dead heavy weight, as we gasp/pant for breath. But
despite my entire body strangely heavy, I wrap my arms about Maul lying
sleepily upon me, embracing him lovingly.

“* Do I dare to love him-this creature of the darkness? *”I think as I
look upon the crown of sharp, upturned horns upon his hairless, black and
red covered head. He is so beautiful, despite his terrifying appearance, and
I cannot help but feel the way I do for him.

I feel him softly kiss the delicate, sensitive and still burning skin of
my left breast. “* You can, but I cannot give it in return. Such emotions
are deadly to the Sith. I-I am sorry, my dearest one. *” I hear his voice in
my clearing mind, surprising me with the tenderness in it. And I thought,
for a split second, I felt feelings coming from him-feelings that absolutely
contradict everything that he is and what he believes in. He allowed himself
to show-even for the minutest time, that he does share what I feel. Then it
was gone before I could feel anymore-a wall, a mental and emotional barrier
instantly erected.

He loves me!

I am filled with a warmth I have never experienced before. It is beautiful
and brighter than the brightest star in the heavens. I can feel my entire
body glow with satisfaction and love for the Sith Lord still lying upon me.
I am content. And slowly, as I lie motionless, still unable to move from our
lovemaking, I close my heavy lids and before I can fight it, the darkness of
unconsciousness overcomes me.

*********************
“* Was it all a dream? I cannot remember-it is all a blur at the moment. I
don’t know, maybe. It could be. It seemed so real. Had I found the man I
have always waited for? Huh, I may never know, will I? ” I think as I wake
in my bed, at home, on planet Earth. I sigh with sadness and frustration at
the magnificent dream I had ever had. “* I have always wanted to go to the
real Star Wars universe, run into the sexiest horned, red and black tattooed
Sith Lord to ever be. I have always had fantasies of he and I together,
making love at our own leisure, He my Sith Lord and I his Mistress of
Sith-wed for all eternity-traveling the vast reaches of the known SW galaxy
side by side. But it is very impossible-Darth Maul and Star Wars do not
really exist-leaving my yearning to be with him will never be. Ever. *”

“Nothing is impossible, my dearest.”

I instantly open my eyes and shot straight up in my bed. Filled with
terror and disbelief, I search my dark room for the one who had spoken to
me. I find absolutely nothing, until I see an almost indiscernible dark
figure step into the soft beam of moonlight shinning through the glass
balcony doors, not far from the foot of my bed. I am frozen with fear, awe
and disbelief as the dark figure stands motionless in the moonlight, feeling
his blazing eyes upon me-burning me where his eyes wander. “W-who…how…?” I
stutter, unable to comprehend what my eyes see.

“Do not tell me you know not who I am and whence I come, little one.” The
dark, very familiar figure exclaim for the shadows of the deep black hood of
his black ankle length robe.

“No…you…Sith…” Is all that I can get out before I feel my breath catch in
my throat. My mind all amush-I cannot even think. My eyes wide, I watch the
dark figure move toward the foot of the bed, the bottom edge of his robe
dancing gracefully about his ankles. And before I know it, I find myself
looking up into the eyes I thought I would never see, the most handsome face
to grace the silverscreen, and of the most deadly beings to ever be,
kneeling on one knee upon the edge of the bed before me. He is so beautiful
that tears begin to slip from my eyes-he is so real that I could feel myself
about to faint with disbelief. Despite his darkness, despite his great
danger, I do not fear him. I flinch when I feel his leather gloved right
hand softly, gingerly, caress the left side of my cold and clammy face.

“You are here! You are real!” I cry out in great happiness and joy as I
lunge at him and instantly wrap my arms about his waist, knocking him to my
bed.

“That I am.” I hear him remark with a chuckle, not at all surprised of my
reaction, in turn wrapping his powerful arms about me as I begin to cry into
his muscular chest, pulling into him more. “I could not leave you this way.
I have come to fulfill your greatest fantasy, for all eternity.”

“Forever.” I murmur in his arms, listening to his powerful heart beat in
his chest, as the last of my tears slip from my eyes.

“Now, dry your eyes, little one. You must prepare.” I explain softly,
loosening his arms about me. I am immediately confused by his words.

“Prepare? For what?” I ask innocently, as I finally sit up unable to
understand what he meant.

“I am taking you to the place you have always wanted: the Star Wars
universe. And because you are part of me.” Darth Maul finally clarifies what
he meant-I’m going with him-in his ship to his galaxy!

In a matter of minutes, I am dressed and everything that I may ever need
is packed. Wearing my magnificently ground length black cloak, its hood over
my head, together, we leave my home as he carries my bags (what a gentlemen,
huh?) and leads me outside to the four acre grass lot beside the street, not
far away, to his legendary black stealth-cloaked starship: the Sith
Infiltrator.

Then, within minutes of the dark figures boarding, the Infiltrator appears
to anyone who may be passing by, it rises from the ground. The landing
turrets retract, and with a blast of the spectral green ion engines, it
darts upward to the sky and disappears in the blink of a golden yellow eye.

Was it really a dream? Or is this is only the beginning?

~ The End ~