Part I

The Queen of Naboo has returned to her planet and it is his master's wish
that he go there and destroy the Jedi who threaten all their plans, and
force the young Queen to sign a treaty with the Trade Federation. It is
something the young woman will not do-she refuses to do.

I am allowed to accompany him to the planet of Naboo-a rare occasion for
me and a great gift from him. He, is my life long companion and consort, and
there is no one out there in all the universe like him-Darth Maul, Dark Lord
of Sith.

Though I am but his mate, consort and his secret apprentice, I am not to
interfere in any way-the code forbids it so and if I were to, I would
grievously punished by his masters own hand-for it is he who has allowed our
union and joining.

The Sith Infiltrator, drops from hyperspace just beyond the system, Maul
sitting in the only pilots chair in the star courier class ship, Scimitar,
while I sit in the row of passenger seats along the curved back wall behind
him, watching his hands move adeptly over the consuls before him. His black
leather gloved hands move with much practiced movements and I find his
intense concentration very alluring about him.

It always had.

Within minutes, I see a bright glowing ball of blue, white, green,
yellow-Naboo, beginning to grow before my very eyes. It is beautiful and so
pure compared to the ancient city planet of Coruscant where I had lived all
my life-never once leaving the atmosphere surrounding the planet. I want to
stand and move to Maul's side to enjoy such a site of magnificence and
beauty.

I want to speak-to tell Maul just how the planet looks to me in my eyes, but
I dare not in fear of his possible anger.

As I look upon the barely visible horn upon the top of his hairless red
and black tattooed head, I can sense that he already knows my thoughts. He
always listens-even when I am just thinking about nothing in particular. I
smile softly as I feel his grin in my mind, speaking to me without saying
one word-vocally or mentally.

The com system lets off a soft beep-someone is attempting to contact the
Scimitar. With a press of a button, the frequency opens.

"This is Lt. Szosa of the Trade Federation droid control ship Exselbris.
We have you in our sensor sights. You have permission from the Viceroy
himself, to proceed upon your present course to Theed, Lord Maul." The voice
of a female Nimoudian speaks over the com system, then the frequency closes
without another spoken word. Quietly, Maul moves the ship into the
atmosphere.

The Infiltrator enters the atmosphere of Naboo, the ship quaking slightly
from turbulence. It racks my nerves, but as a mate of a Sith Lord, I have
grown accustomed to such things-things that test my nervous to their very
fiber and edge. And to soothe my fraying nerves, I feel Maul slip me into a
serenity trance-or state of mind, and it eases me almost to sleep. I sigh
softly with love for him and great relief. He always knew how to make me
feel better. Within moments the Infiltrator is through the thick layer of
upper atmospheric clouds.

He moves the ship high above the beautiful surface of Naboo, and as the
Infiltrator nears the capital city of Theed, the ship slowly descends from
the sky as it approaches its designated landing platform. But it is not that
particular landing platform the Infiltrator is destined to land-there is an
underground hanger bay hidden deep within the forests surrounding Theed,
built there millennia ago by the Ancient Sith Order.

As the Infiltrator nears the entrance to the closed entrance to the hanger
bay, he quickly opens a secret channel of the com system and presses a
series of keys. He waits for a moment and a somewhat loud noise passes
through the com speakers and then presses another series of keys and then
moves the ship down toward the face of a cliff. I am momentarily filled with
terror but it quickly fades as I see a massive dura-steel doorway
materialize and then the doorway begins to open as Maul moves the
Infiltrator into line with the entrance. I have to close my eyes-but I open
them as I finally hear Maul chuckle aloud-sensing my terror as I begin to
think that he was about to slam the ship right into the cliff.

Walls surround the ship on the outside and then I feel the slightest of a
bump as Maul lands the Sith Infiltrator with great skill. I sigh with great
relief as Maul begins to power down the ship and one by one shut down ship
systems.

Then Darth Maul finally stands from the pilots chair, turns and looks upon
me with his intense fiery golden yellow and red eyes. I shiver with desire
as I look into them-and lust for him. I have always lusted him for his
eyes-a little quirk I seem to have. Maul moves toward me and standing before
me, he holds his black leather gloved hand down to me. I place my hand in
his and with gentleness of a lover and the ease of a powerful man, he stands
me to my feet before him, wrapping his muscular arms about me - pulling my
slender frame against his strong, hard muscled one. He looks deep into my
eyes as if searching for something that is already there and seemingly
finding it, that heart melting grin of his appears and I feel his lips brush
against mine. Then his lips are full upon mine-leaving me breathless and my
senses spinning about me, and dizzy with desire.

Then just as suddenly, his lips pull from mine and I find myself standing
listfully in his arms, my eyes half closed but unseeing as my senses begin
to return to me. And I finally blink; instantly hearing Maul chuckle at
me-he always thought it humorous is some way. Then he slips his arms from
about me and moves away.

"I must leave. My master wishes me to meet the Trade Federation's Viceroy.
I believe that you may attend-but as a shadow to me at all times. I sense
that there is to be danger here for everyone-especially you, my dearest
one." Maul informs me as he brushes the loose hair from over my right cheek,
running his warm leather covered fingertips over the sensitive skin along my
jawline. I sigh silently as I remember his duty and being apprentice to the
most dangerous and powerful man in all the galaxy-Darth Sidious aka Senator
Palpatine of Naboo.

"I understand." I return with a sigh of frustration, remembering all the
long missions that Sidious had sent Maul on when we should have been
celebrating our union together. He looks to me with those eyes of his and I
feel a sense of dread come over me-something is going to happen and it is
not going to be good. Not one bit.

Together, we enter the lift down to the lower deck and together, we walk
down the walkramp to the hanger bay floor outside. With one final glance at
one another, he slips the hood of his black robe over his head - making
certain that it does not catch on any of his eight sharp horns. He turns and
begins to make his way to the passageway leading straight to the Theed
palace. I follow closely behind, easily keeping up with his gait-despite his
size and height.

We enter the dark, dimly lit passageway. I follow only feet behind Maul as
he utilizes the Force to guide us-him in the right directions-for the
passageways where designed to act as a deterrent for those who would attempt
to use the passageway as means to infiltrate the palace. It is designed to
be a maze to trap and hold unsuspecting lurkers from leaving-ever. A
brilliant construction of the Sith long ago.

We are silent the entire journey-except the images Maul keeps sending to
me: images of us alone-finally, celebrating our union, and what he has
planned to do and show me. I grin in return to the images for they are
filled with intense passion and emotions one would never see from a
Sith-especially Darth Maul.

Finally Maul pauses before me-we have reached the end and are about to
emerge from a hidden panel in the wall of the palace throne room. He
glances back at me and with a nod of his head, I pull the hood of my floor
length black cloak over my head.

The hidden panel opens and a soft, sweet and cool breeze rushes passed me.
I cannot help but take a deep soothing breath of the pure, unfiltered air.

Maul steps out the open doorway and I follow right behind-like the shadow
I am to be at all times. I am silent as I appear through the door, hearing a
soft gasp not far away. I raise my eyes just high enough to see that the
very tall Trade Federation Viceroy and one of his lackeys standing together
at the golden throne of the runaway Queen, not expecting Maul to have
company.

I look at them with my blazing golden yellow and red eyes, the corners of
lips curling as I sense the fear the Nimoudians have for the Sith-Maul. They
should fear him-with every ounce of their reptile-like bodies.

"Ah…greetings Lord Maul, and his companion. We have been expecting you."
The Viceroy finally speaks, his voice heavily accented and rich with fear
that is not being hidden very well.

Maul is silent as he moves to the throne where the Viceroy has remained
seated; I follow farther behind now-not letting myself hover as I would any
other time. However, this is no time to act the consort-I am just a tag
along-Maul is on an extremely important mission for the Sith-and his master.

Maul just bows his head in silence as I stand no more than five feet
behind him, my head lowered but just enough to hide my face in the shadows
of my hood, watching the Viceroy noticeably tremble at Mauls' very presence.
I chuckle deep within my mind, sharing my thoughts with Darth Maul. He too
agrees they are filled with fear at the sight of him. He chuckles deep
inside as he shows an aura of intense seriousness and danger about him.

"What of the young Queen and the Jedi? Have they returned?" Maul finally
speaks. His voice critical, yet soft, refined, very dark and intensely
seductive – to the ears of any female.

I can see the Nimoudians tremble in my Lord's presence. I have to hold
back the laugh that threatens to rumble from out of my stomach and out my
mouth. Nimoudians have always been the cowards of the galaxy. I am surprised
that their civilization has survived for so long.

"No my Lord, there has been no word of the young Queen's whereabouts at
this time." Answers Nute Gunray, the Trade Federation Viceroy, noticeable
fear and hesitation in his accented voice.

I can sense Maul's anger, though well hidden from sight. He does not like
the Nimoudians, for he thinks them weak sniveling pompous creatures not
worthy of his time and presence. But his master requires him to put up with
the loathsome creatures. And his honor and loyalty demands that he obey.

And my beloved's anger also becomes part of me – through the special bond
we share. I can feel the Darkside energies grow within him as his anger
increases and inturn it fills me – but only minutely. I could never be as
strong in the Darkside as he – it would most likely kill me.

"Send a transmission. Have one of the Queens' most trusted advisors send a
transmission that will scour the entire galaxy upon the royal ship's com
signal. I have the means of knowing where the transmission will end." Maul
exclaims and turns to glance back at me for a moment, then returns his
attention back to the viceroy and his quivering lackey. "Do it. Now."

Maul turns from the Nimoudians and moves toward my direction and passing
me by, he turns his head to look upon me and with a silent word, he
continues on down the corridor, I following close behind. And as I exit the
throne room, I just make out the voices of the Viceroy and his colleague
talking to one another with great fear in their voices.

"We should not have made this deal with the Sith. Who knows what will
become of us if the plan does work…and worse, if the plan fails."

"I fear what will come of this deal…."

And what I hear, I pass along to my beloved. He had expected to hear such
thoughts from those sniveling brogans – worthless creatures they all are…the
entire race!

I follow my Lord down the corridor, then down another, seemingly knowing
exactly where he is going. And after a few minutes, we enter a large room
which looks like a training room of some kind.

I follow behind my beloved and as soon as I enter, I hear the blast doors
shut behind me – leaving he and I alone together in this large room. I do
not turn to look back and moving toward the large window overlooking the
beautiful waterfall that flows along side and behind the palace, I sense
Lord Maul following close behind.

I stop to stand before the large window, looking at the magnificent scene
just beyond – blue skies, soft fluffy clouds, rich green forests, beautiful
architecture…I have always dreamed of living in a place like this. But such
fantasies must be denied – I am consort to Darth Maul, a Dark Lord of Sith.

I let out a soft sigh, closing my eyes, letting myself drift along the
currents of the Force, feeling the life all about me, and the energies of
the Darkside. And I am instantly back to myself, as I sense my Lord standing
right behind me, feeling his eyes burn right through my cloak and my
clothing – right through me. He moves closer to me, his body up against my
back, but keeps his arms from about me, though I ache to feel them hold me
to him.

The hood of my cloak slowly begins to slide back from over my head and I
then feel my beloved's fingers begin to run through my long hair, then slip
his hands behind my hair and gently pull the length from under the neck of
my cloak, letting the length of my hair fall against my back.

I sigh with longing, wishing to feel his bare fingertips running over
every inch of my naked skin, then I feel his hands rest upon my shoulders.

"It is time for your lessons my Lady." I hear my Lord finally speak, his
voice giving away his love for me and the longing he has for me. We have not
had our first night, the night when we finally become in body, though we are
already one in heart, mind and soul.

"Yes my Lord." I answer and slowly I turn about to look upon him and
looking into his eyes I instantly shudder with desire and my body ache to
feel him inside.

He nods silently with my answer and turns from me with one final glance
and moves from me to the center of the room, removing the hood from his head
then the black robe, which he sends across the room to lie upon a chair with
the aid of the Force.

I smile softly. He has always taken great care of his clothing, and even
though he could have just walk to the chair and placed is robe on it, he
keeps the use of the Force within almost everything he does.

I move to where he stands, unclasping my cloak under my chin, then slip my
cloak from about me, making a slight detour to place my cloak with his robe
upon the chair then I join him in the center of the room.

"Stand before me." My Lord instructs as I near him and heeding his
instructions, I stand before him, my hands at my sides, in the appropriate
stance as he had taught me when we first began my lessons. But I cannot help
the ache and yearning within me as I look into his magnificent eyes.

Carefully he looks me up and down, inspecting me as a teacher would…and as
a man would.

"Good. Your next lesson shall be in the use of a lightsabre. You will
learn all the necessary skills needed to defend yourself and soon you will
be able to battle me without the use of failsafe's installed in your
lightsabre without injury." My Lord explains as he unfastens his long double
ended lightsabre from its hook upon his right hip, then he moves toward me,
holding his sabre as if to attack.

"What do you do when an opponent – a Jedi, comes at you with his weapon
ignited, held in loosely within his less dominant hand, blade raised at an
angle acute to the line of his body?"

"I wait for the very last moment and counter balance his attack upon me by
holding the blade of my weapon perpendicular to my body and that of the
blade of my opponent." I answer, remaining motionless in my deceptive
stance, prepared for any possible attack, not once taking my eyes from those
of my teacher, and my beloved Lord.

"Good! Very good! You have learned from the numerous times you have
watched me train." My Lord replies, the slightest glimmer of pride, passion
and surprise in his molten eyes. "Now you will learn how to execute the
block."

He teaches me how to block the move, but it takes me time and time again
to get it even close to right. Hours pass quickly and soon he has taught me
how to block just that one attack.

"That was a defensive block. Now you will learn an offensive attack."

He shows me how to bring my lightsabre blade down in just the right angle
to miss the blocking blade of an opponent's lightsabre blade to cut through
the middle of the body – the stomach region.

After showing me a few times, it is my turn to attempt the attack upon
him, and I do it again and again and again until he is satisfied that I have
learned the move enough to defend myself against an easy opponent.

Then he begins to teach me how to slip about an opponent, dodging the
lightsabre blade and to send the blade of my own sabre through my opponent's
back.

Again, I am shown how to execute to motion several times and then I
attempt the motion, but suddenly, I loose balance as I practice upon my Lord
and I suddenly find myself lying upon my stomach on the floor…lying upon my
beloved, face to face.

"I …I am sorry my Lord, forgive me…I had not…" I try to apologize but am
suddenly cut off as I hear him begin to chuckle softly, and that grin that
sends my senses spinning off to space appears upon his handsome face.

"No…there is nothing to forgive my little apprentice." And then I feel his
lips upon mine as he wraps his arms about me, and slowly I melt against him
as I finally loose all sense of where we are, why we are here and what we
were here accomplish.

"I …I am sorry my Lord, forgive me…I had not…" I try to apologize but am
suddenly cut off as I hear him begin to chuckle softly, and that grin that
sends my senses spinning off to space appears upon his handsome face.

"No…there is nothing to forgive my little apprentice." And then I feel his
lips upon mine as he wraps his arms about me, and slowly I melt against him
as I finally loose all sense of where we are, why we are here and what we
were here accomplish.>>

As I lie upon Maul, I can just vaguely feel him run his hands up my
sides and up over my back, along my spine to the back of my neck where he
gently cradle's my head in his hands. I can feel the tip of his tongue slip
between his lips and run over mine, teasing my lips to part and allow him
entrance.

I let him part my lips and I feel his hot tongue slowly enter my mouth,
his lips working mine open and I then feel his tongue touch mine. Instantly
I am filled with nervousness and surprise for he has never kissed me as he
does now.

The tip of his tongue teases mine into movement, touching with sensuality
and playfulness. I cannot help but return the dance that begins in my mouth
as our open mouths lock together and I swirl my own tongue about his as I
move from my mouth into his, tasting his mouth for the first time as he
tastes mine.

I cannot help the moan that slips from my mouth and into his as Maul
suddenly raises his body, pushing his hips against mine, suddenly feeling
him crush the nub of delicate skin and nerves between my legs, not realizing
that I am straddling Maul. I quickly break our kiss and I gasp for breath as
I sit up upon him.

He places his hands upon my sides, holding to me as I sit upon him, eyes
closed as I feel sensations I have ached to feel course through me. I can
feel his eyes upon me, burning me where they look and it brings blood to
rush to my face, neck and chest. I shudder, feeling my insides throb and
ache to finally hold him within.

My hands upon his stomach, I feel him run his hands slowly down my sides,
my waist, over my hips to my thighs and down to my knees…and instantly I
gasp aloud with a jolt of arousal as I feel him run his hands up the insides
of my thighs…almost to the very center of my body that aches to feel him –
his heat, his length, his …

I gasp again as he raises his hips once more, crushing my nub of nerves
and skin between us, sending a body breaking streak of white hot lightning
up and throughout my body, rocking my hips against him for more stimulation
without realizing.

I look down upon him, finding his eyes open, glowing brilliantly with
overflowing passion and need, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as a
loud gasped moan escapes my lips as he once more rises beneath me – harder
and higher than before. I quickly clench to the front of his tunic, the
sensations inside me like a torrent – a storm raging unchecked and
unstoppable as white hot streaks of lightning flash from nerve to nerve,
cell to cell, limb to limb.

"Maul, please!" I plead, my insides on fire, throbbing with need,
quivering to be touched until I become a trembling mass of nerves, skin and
bones.

He slips his hands up under my dress's train gathered up about my thighs,
running his hands up the outsides, slowly moving them in along the inside of
my thighs. My breath instantly catches in my throat as I feel his fingertips
touch me, feeling the hot slickness of my womanhood.

I cry out softly as I feel a finger slip into me slowly, closing my eyes
while tightening my grasp of his tunic, my senses and soul spinning out of
control as he slips a second finger inside, moving deeper into me. Instantly
I jolt with the sudden impact of a ball of sensation and feeling hits me as
his now crooked fingers rubs against a part of me deep inside I never knew I
had.

I can just barely hear his breath growing harder and faster – barely
audible over my own breathing, crying and moaning.

His fingers move faster, rubbing against the area deep within me, and his
thumb begins to race over the nub of flesh and nerves, ripping a cry from my
lips as the sensations intensifies ten-fold, making the journey harder and
faster…ever closer to the edge, but not falling…not yet.

I bite at my bottom lips, my head back, my hips rocking against his hand
beneath and inside me. I can just feel the perspiration upon my forehead,
bottom lip and the small of my back.

Then…suddenly, the world crashes about me – spinning hazy white about me,
my insides contracting about his fingers still moving within me. My body
shudders, and my body feels like a heavy weight.

Finally, slowly, Maul slips his fingers from within me, and with half
closed eyes, panting for breath, I watch as he brings his slick fingers to
his lips, and then his tongue begins to lick my taste from his fingers. I
can see the pleasure in his eyes, enjoying my taste, enjoying the look I
have upon my face after feeling atleast part of him inside me for the first
time.

I feel like I am going to collapse, unable to keep myself up. My muscles
feel as though every last bit of energy was drained from them all at the
same time.

That grin of his appears across his handsome, exotic face and he holds his
arms open, beckoning me to come, and doing so, I lie forward upon his chest
as he wraps his arms about me, holding me to him.

Time seems to pass in slow motion, listening to his calming heartbeat in
his chest, listening to his breathing as he caresses me passionately, loving
me in his own secret way.

But my state of perfect euphoria is disturbed when I feel my beloved's
body suddenly tense and a low growl rumbles in deep in his throat. And then
his hands grasp to my shoulders.

"Rise, and recollect yourself." Maul informs me with anger and urgency, as
his fiery eyes turns toward to closed and sealed blast doors of the room.

Hit with a blast of cold fear, I as quickly as possible rise from Maul and
stand to my feet as he sits up. I hastily begin to remove the creases and
folds of my gown, straighten the sleeves and neckline and let my hair fall
about my shoulders, knowing full well that is must look disheveled and a
mess.

Maul picks up our lightsabers from the floor as I move to stand before the
large window.

I close my eyes, feeling Maul's mind within my own, allowing me to see
through his eyes as he moves toward the blast door mechanism. The moment the
mechanism is unlocked, the door opens and I see six battle droids standing
in attention before my Lord.

"My Lord, the transmission has been sent, the Viceroy has given
instructions to escort you and companion to quarters." The droid exclaims,
its monotone, emotionless voice echoing in the large room.

I hear Maul growl softly, his mind turning to me for a moment. "Take us
then to our quarters." Maul orders the droid, his voice low and filled with
his dark anger.

Without a word to be said, I turn, gather my cloak, and wrapping it about
me, I move to join my beloved's side as he waits for me.

We are lead out of the large training room; down the corridor to the
right, to another adjoining corridor where we turn left. We allow the droids
to surround us, two before us, the remainder behind as we move down the
hall, the brilliant sunlight filtering in through the delicate ornate
windows along our right.

Then the droids before us come to a halt, the one that had spoke to Maul
just previous presses a series of keys upon a control panel along side an
elegant door. It opens and the droids quickly move from my Lord's path as he
lurches forward, still angered by their inopportune presence.

I follow closely behind and the moment I am through the door, it closes
behind me and turning about, I find Maul standing behind me, between the
door and I.

I finally let my muscles relax, letting the tension slip from my body and
I feel and see Maul's eyes look me up and down. I let out a soft sigh, still
longing for his touch, though for the first time he felt inside me as I
release.

He then moves from before the door and passed me, his hand just touching
my own, sending a wave of electricity to race from where he touched,
throughout my entire body, bringing a gasp to my lips.

"We shall wait, my little one. The time is not right, though I desire you
beyond anything else." Maul speaks; not once glancing over his shoulder to
me, not having to for I can feel him in my mind and caressing my body.

"Yes, my Lord." I answer, sighing again as I feel his hand caress my face,
closing my eyes as I savor his mental touch.

He then begins to move throughout the room and the adjoining chambers,
inspecting and searching. And when he finds everything to his satisfaction,
he appears out of a different doorway.

He stands before the large transparisteel overlooking the beautiful
ancient city of Theed, droids on flying transports can be seen in the
darkening night sky, his long arms clasped behind his back.

Minutes pass in complete silence; I remain where I stand just inside the
large room connected to the livingroom, my eyes moving back and forth from
him and the scene beyond. I cannot feel the fire that burns inside me for
him, my undying and ever growing for the man who could kill me on just a
whim.

He is like no other - dark, graceful, deadly, beautiful. He is called the
Destroyer of Worlds, Shadow Hunter…Darth Maul. And he, he is my mate,
husband and consort until death do us part.

And suddenly the silence breaks.

"Prepare my little one, the tidal storm comes." He then turns slowly from
the window and looks upon me with his magnificent eyes of pure liquid fire,
a soft smile crossing his exotic red and black tattooed face, as his eyes
look me over.

His arms fall silently, gracefully to his sides and he moves toward me,
and standing before me, he looks down into my eyes as he caresses my cheeks
with his gloved hand. I let out a sigh of longing, my eyes not once breaking
from his as I feel his thumb run over my lips, and I kiss back at his touch.

"I must return to the throne room, my Master shall be contacting us
shortly." Maul informs me, slipping his fingers into my hair, enjoying it as
he runs his fingers along my scalp, to cradle the back of my head.

He lowers his head toward me, and his lips hover just a breath from mine,
my lips tingling to feel his kiss again.

"Come with me, my little one." He whispers, then, he lowers his soft hot
lips to mine, kissing me softly, passionately, sending my senses spiraling
off into eternity.

I moan my pleasure, enjoying his kiss, and not wanting it to stop.

But he gently pulls away, looking into my hazed eyes, grinning in
pleasure, and with one last kiss, he steps back, awaiting my answer.

I cannot speak, my mind muddled with his touch, his kiss, but I manage a
nod of my head as I begin to feel the burning of the blush appearing upon my
face and the exposed skin of my neck and chest.

He runs his fingertip along my cheek.

"Then let us go, my Master expects my presence when he appears."

~Continued in Part VI~

Updated 10/29/02