Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. If I did, Darth Maul would never have died. Not only that, I would be in it as well, with him. :D
She is a beautiful human specimen if you cared to look close enough, thought Darth Maul. Long black hair framed round cheeks, a straight little nose, almond eyes and curved brows, the shape of which somehow pleased him. Her small mouth was slightly parted, and the smell of her fear was heavy in the air.
"Where did you get her, Master?" he asked of the old man beside her.
"I found her in A'hinc, about to be taken in by a band of ruffians. Her Force signature is strong, for one entirely untrained in the Arts, wouldn't you agree?"
He did. He could reach out with his mind and touch it, pulsing warm and gently. He had rarely met someone who was neither Jedi nor Sith who could do so. Nonetheless, if she had no training, what use was she? Even if his master wished to take another apprentice, she did not look strong, was in fact slim and small of stature, and she was far too old to begin training anyways. The Dark Side took its followers early in life.
His master heard his thoughts and answered. "I have a theory that she will be of some use to you, my apprentice. Her Force might, with time, have an amplifying effect on your own, and thereby increase your powers admirably. Such cases are not unknown."
"How is this to be accomplished, Master?" Would he have to perform some ancient Sith ritual with her? Most of them involved pain, he knew from experience, and he wondered how her tiny little body would hold up. Her Force signature may be strong, but certainly her physicality would limit her abilities. Yet, he found the idea exciting. He suddenly wanted very much to touch her. He had never felt this way about a human before, being that humans were generally one of the weaker species capable of combat. Maul had never been a creature of sympathy; he worshipped power. But this one, she was different altogether.
"Well," said Darth Sidious, turning around and moving toward the door, "you must take her as your wife."
"Marriage is a human concept," said Maul with disdain, without thinking.
"Your partner then, or whatever term you Iridonians use." He paused at the door. "You will have intercourse with her, and her Force will respond to yours. Then a bond will be formed, and you will find your abilities not only rejuvenated, but expanded in various capacities."
"You want me to take her as my mate?" Maul was dubious and surprised, although his voice was still disdainful. Iridonian mating practices were rather rough, as they were a strong and aggressive race to begin with, and he wasn't sure if she could amplify his Force if she was utterly battered by forceful sex. His mouth grew dry at the thought, looking down at the kneeling girl, whose head had remained slightly bowed this whole time.
"I'm sure you will not encounter any difficulties, Darth Maul. I have explained things to her on the way back from A'hinc. I wish you good luck." With that, his master left the room, closing the door behind him with finality.
Maul stood before her in silence contemplation. Then he said, "So you understand what must be done?"
"I understand I have no choice in the matter." She still kept her eyes to the floor, her posture completely subservient, and yet her reply was swift and clipped. He did not like it and was suddenly filled with contempt for her.
He activated his lightsaber and held it frightfully close to her face, illuminating her visage with its red glow. He saw her eyes widen and her head move away from it slightly. "You will address me as 'my lord' at all times, or you will become very familiar with my weapon here," he said in a steely voice. "Your function is not necessary and be sure I do not exaggerate when I say that I will be glad to kill you if you overstep your boundaries."
Through the Force, he felt her mind holding back a retort. She said, with some measure of hesitance, "Yes, my lord."
"Stand. And look me in the eye." His voice allowed for no objections.
She obeyed, and a gasp escaped from her little mouth as she took in his height and the breadth of his shoulders, the vibrant red of his skin and the frightening jet-black tattoos on his face. His eyes were especially shocking; the pupils were yellow rimmed in red, with small black irises. His head was crowned with horns. She was too scared to even step back.
He bared his teeth at her in a terrible grin.
"Not what you were expecting?"
And then, with an unseen swiftness, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her along behind him. She sucked in a sudden breath of air when his skin touched hers; it was much hotter than a human's. She stumbled along behind him, her heart pounding recklessly against her ribcage. He was leading her to an inner room, she realized, where a padded mat lay on the floor. There was nothing else.
Beside this mat he stopped and released her wrists abruptly, as though he could not wait to stop touching her.
"Remove your clothing," he ordered, himself shrugging off the voluminous black cloak he wore and tossing in into a corner.
Biting her lip, tentatively, slowly, she unbuttoned her outer layers and dropped them to the ground. But these new clothes that the old man had given her, she did not know how to get them off. There were buttons and zippers and ties in the back that she could not reach. She wondered, briefly, how Coruscantis ever got dressed and undressed properly. As she struggled with a particularly troublesome hook, she noticed Maul gazing coolly at her with his yellow eyes, impatient at her ignorance. Without his cloak she could see that he was wearing a suit of black robes.
"I cannot see how it is to be undone," she said softly, apologetically.
He gestured for her to turn around, to which she complied, feeling utterly exposed. How strange that he should remove my clothing for me, she thought, blushing. A second of silence passed before she felt a strange tugging from either side of her back, and then the rip and flutter of cloth as it fell from her body. Surprised, she looked down at the pile of clothing and turned to face him. He had not moved from his position on the other side of the mat.
"I used the Force," he explained to her unvoiced question.
"You have ruined my new clothes," she said, stupidly, she realized.
"They are unimportant," he retorted. And then, "You have never been taken?"
"T-taken?" she stammered, noticing his cool indifference to her naked body. Goosebumps rose on the surface of her exposed flesh.
"You are untouched?"
"Oh. Yes. I mean, no, I have never been touched." The pretty pink of her blush burned brighter against her pale skin. Would he be gentler to her for it? She wondered.
"Then it will be harder for both of us." He unbuckled and removed his belt, and then shed the rest of his robes until he was as naked as she was, and just as unabashed about his own nudity as he was about hers. Without his billowing black clothing, he looked even more fearful than before, completely revealed to her in his true glorious red and black musculature. Her knees betrayed her and she fell to the floor in sheer astonishment.
He looked down at her with a fierce mix of arrogance and contempt. "Do I disgust you?" He did not ask as though he cared that she should think well of him; he asked as though he wanted her disgust very much.
"You are like the demon of the old tales from my home system," she replied in a whisper.
His heightened senses picked up on her nervous anticipation, her fear, and her awe of him. He could smell the heat of her. It was not flowery or sweet, but rather, exquisitely warm and comforting, if a scent could be so. Her nipples were hardened from the cold of the room, and the air of her lungs went in and out in breathy little gasps.
"Lay down," said Maul, gesturing to the mat. When she did so, her eyes still fixed upon him, he kneeled down and then loomed over her, suspended by a muscled arm on either side of her head. The proximity of his heated flesh elicited a tiny squeak from her, and then a whimper as his head bent down to her neck and, with a broad swath of black tongue, licked the sensitive skin there. Then his head traveled lower, rubbing his face on her breasts before licking the hardened nipples as well. She mewled and arched her back, moving underneath him.
I am your master, and you will serve me only, he said by Force, planting the order deep within her mind. You will seek to pleasure me, and you will give me the power I seek. She nodded her head. "Yes," she moaned.
"Yes, what?" he demanded quietly, one of his hands coming up to grasp her breast and squeeze it roughly.
"Yes, my lord," she said breathily.
He rewarded her by covering a nipple with his wet, warm mouth. His hand released the other breast and drifted lower to find her excited nether lips already moist. Without preamble, he slid in one finger and was pleased to hear her cry out, although from pain or pleasure, he knew not. With long, torturous strokes he stretched her tiny opening as her hips bucked involuntarily against his finger.
She raised her head to look, and saw not only his nimble digit stroking her womanhood, but also his manhood of considerable size, proudly jutting and ramrod straight below the ridges of his abdomen. She suddenly felt very hot and wet. "Oh my lord," she panted, throwing her head back onto the mat.
He raised his head from her breast and removed his finger, watching her lovely flushed skin and the shuddering reaction of her body to his administrations. He was pleased. Unexpectedly, his arm wrapped itself around her waist and flipped her, so that she suddenly found herself on her stomach, and her backside once again exposed to him.
"On your hands and knees," he ordered. She raised herself and complied without hesitation.
He shifted his position above her so that she could feel his great length between her legs, and his muscled chest was pressed against her back, warming her entire body. Her body shook with anticipation.
And then, she felt it pushing into her, and it felt much larger than it had looked earlier. She gave a startled cry. His reply was a grunt of concentration as he gave another shove, and this time it went further, stretching her unused hole considerably. Then she felt his hips retreating, and was both relieved and scared. But his hips and cock came back, this time vengefully bursting through her maidenhood with such force that her arms could not hold her up, and she collapsed forwards. His large hands grabbed both sides of her hips to steady himself as he began moving out of her, almost completely out, and then again completely back in. She cried out piteously beneath him, her tears wetting the mat. It was so large! She felt as though it were splitting her apart.
"My lord!" she sobbed. "It hurts! You're hurting me!"
But he seemed not to hear her. His breath came hot and heavy, and he began to growl in unison with the increasing tempo of his thrusts. The head of his cock pounded against her with bruising force. Her body was providing its own defenses against his assault now; she was slicker than ever, and her muscles gradually relaxed to better accommodate his size, and then she felt something that was neither pain nor pleasure, but the most exquisite mix of both. Her body was opening itself up to its attacker, as a tender flower does for a bee.
His head was close to hers, and his primal growling encouraged her moaning. She began to move her hips as well, pushing against his groin so that with both of them moving together, his cock pushed in even deeper, hitting the very core of her being, the opening of her womb. She felt something glorious building within her, and as he pounded away, it grew bigger and bigger and finally exploded with a burst of light behind her eyelids. Her whole body shuddered and collapsed upon the mat. Above her, Maul's thrusts became ever more erratic, and then his body tightened and a spurt of heat shot into her womb and he fell over her body like a hard muscular shield. She could not help noticing, even through the haze of the ecstasy of her own quietly pulsing muscles, that he was still quite rigid and still rooted deeply within her. This was very strange to her.
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could find the words to ask her question, he said, "I am not a human male, and therefore, I can do things that human males cannot."
"Oh," she said. She felt perfectly content at the moment, and him being still inside her did not discomfort her at all. In fact, now that his arm was around her waist, and her head rested perfectly between the curve of his shoulder and his broad pectoral, she was very comfortable and sleepy. He was very warm. She mewled softly against his chest and then fell asleep.