((A/N: A little heads up, more smut ahead. And do you guys think that Charra could kill Savage just to save him? Let me know what you think via reviews. Peace!))
Charra sat on the edge of the bed as she watched Savage sleep, he was no longer snoring like a Rancor as his breathing was soft and even. She turned to glance at something off to her left when she felt the bond stir; she turned her head to look back at her still sleeping mate.
*Why are you dressed?* Savage asked through the bond before opening his eyes.
She smiled softly before answering via the bond. *There was something I had to and walking around naked didn't seem appropriate. How's your head by the way?*
Savage smiled a little before reaching up with a large hand and pulling the Zygerrian back into bed, a small chuckle escaping her in the process.
"My head is fine, the perks of Nightsister Magic," He replied as Charra shifted around so she could snuggle up against him. "And what required you to leave here fully clothed?"
Her only answer was to reach out with the Force, a moment past before a steaming mug of tea floated towards them.
Savage snorted as he sat up to retrieve the mug from the air, he brought it under his nose to identify what kind of tea she had given him.
"Green tea with a hint of lemon." He coolly stated after an inquisitive sniff before taking a sip.
"Show off." She countered with a small smile.
She felt his amusement over the bond before he set the mug down on the bed side table.
"Now," He rumbled, voice tinged with lust. "Where were we? Oh, yes... Getting you undressed."
Charra chuckled softly; she could feel her desire stirring upon sensing the Zabrak's own desire. "Yes, well, before get started, I was speaking with Maul and he suggested a rematch of sorts during this planet's Month of Darkness."
"A lightsaber duel in the dark? For that to work, you would need your saber." Savage replied with slightly narrowed eyes.
"Way ahead of you, big guy." She stated with a grin.
She reached out with the Force again and in a matter of seconds, her light saber flew into her back.
"Maul returned your lightsaber?" Savage asked, surprise in his tone.
"No, I stole it from his quarters," She replied, biting back a laugh as her mate's face went from surprise to worried shock. "Cool your jets, Savage. I didn't break into Maul's quarters; he returned my saber while I was making your tea."
"Just like that?" He replied, feeling a bit relaxed, as dealing with an irate Maul wasn't something he wanted to think about.
Charra shrugged. "I'm sure there's a catch in there somewhere. I'm no better than a Padawan when it comes to reading Maul's moods."
With a soft grunt, she sat up in the bed before getting off it and heading over to the still slightly cluttered desk. She then noticed the weapon's rack, how had she not seen that before? She guessed that Savage had just recently put it up. With a small shrug, she placed her weapon the rung below her mate's. She felt a bit guilty as the details to the return of her weapon had been entirely different.
X X X
Charra had found Maul in the Cargo hold, like many times before he was meditating in the center of the room. She took a step forward and paused when she saw the Sith Holocron hovering a few inches away from his face.
Her Zygerrian growled softly, not interested in the Holocron at the moment, she was here for an entirely different reason. The Jedi remained silent, for once willing to let the Zygerrian take the lead in this situation.
Now that Savage was her mate, Charra felt that she needed to have a little chat with Maul. She was basically going to pick a fight with an easily agitated animal, but she felt it was necessary now that certain things had changed.
She took a moment to gather her thoughts before heading over to the meditating Sith Lord; she ignored the dark presence that all but oozed from the Holocron. The scowl on her face would have made Dooku proud as she slapped the Holocron aside, cutting off the eerie red glow and the flow of information as it snapped closed upon clattering helplessly to the floor a few feet away.
Maul opened his eyes, looking only slightly annoyed as he met Charra's scowl.
"What exactly is your plan for Savage?" She asked, ignoring the stinging sensation brought on by slapping the Holocron aside.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Lady Chell." Maul coolly replied.
Charra bit back a growl, Maul may have sounded calm but she had heard the mocking tone when he called her 'Lady Chell'.
~Remain calm,~ Her Jedi advised. ~He will most certainly try to get you to lose your temper. Don't fall for it.~
"You know exactly what I mean, Lord Maul," She fought back a smirk as she saw the brief flash of anger dance across his sun burst eyes. "What do you have planned for Savage?"
"He is my apprentice and as my apprentice I am training him as you yourself have witnessed. Are you questioning my teaching methods?"
Charra snorted softly. "It's not your methods that concern me, Maul. At least not at this point in time, it's your motives."
Maul said nothing as he rose from his sitting position, inwardly smirking as the Jedi tensed slightly and took a step back. No doubt, she was expecting an attack of some kind, he simply walked past her to retrieve the Holocron.
"And what exactly do you believe my motives are." He asked, brushing dust off one side of the tiny pyramid and inspecting it for damage that he knew wasn't there. He was interested in what had riled up the Zygerrian this sunless morning.
Charra made sure to keep Maul in her of sight, it would be foolish to have her back to him.
"Oh, you're easy, Maul. You're all about revenge, power is a close second but it's all about vengeance. It's all you seem to think about," She replied with a slight shrug. "You claim that Savage is your apprentice, that in doing so you wish to pass on what you have learned, as is the right of anyone who wishes to teach."
Maul slowly turned his attention to the Zygerrian Jedi; he had a feeling that she was just getting started.
"You want to improve his skills with a Lightsaber? I say go for it. You wish to teach him the ways of the Force? More power to you," Her silver gaze met and locked with Maul's. "You wish to go on a revenge fueled rampage? That fine... however, leave Savage out of it, I will not allow you to take him down with you."
Maul narrowed his eyes that sounded like a challenged mixed in with a threat. He decided not to act on it unless he was certain he could find a way to defuse it and assert his dominance.
"Do tell," He hissed. "Just how do you plan on preventing that from happening? As it is obvious that Savage will follow me regardless."
Charra's ears went back. "I have nothing against revenge; I have wanted it myself in the past. You've seen my hatred for Cad Bane first hand. However, it would seem that that your need for revenge is centered around the Jedi and your former master for abandoning you after your supposed death."
Maul growled softly, teeth bared. Charra had no doubt that she had struck a nerve.
Good. A small part of her thought.
"But, I said before, if you want to go on a revenge killing spree across the galaxy, that's fine. Just remember to dig two graves; a mass grave for your victims and one for yourself," The Force crackled around them, the Sith Holocron felt another dark presence close by and began to emit a soft red glow. "Two graves Maul. For you and your victims, there will not be a third, should there be a need for a third grave then I will dig it and put Savage in there myself!"
Maul blinked, taken by surprise at the fierceness of words. These were not the words of a Jedi or even that of a Zygerrian protecting what belonged to her, this was something entirely different. He glanced down at the Holocron and noticed the faint red glow; he narrowed his eyes before reaching out with the Force.
He quickly realized that the Holoron was fueling her rage, not just her own rage but her rage as a Zygerrian. He needed to defuse the situation without provoking an attack, the only option he could see that didn't involve violent or the need to assert his dominance was to try and appeal to her better nature.
Easier said than done as the Holocron only seemed to agitate her further when Maul mentioned that as a Jedi she didn't kill in cold blood regardless of the situation. It would seem that her Jedi was not in control at the moment.
"We've been on this boat for almost three months perhaps more and you still no nothing about me or what I am even capable of," Charra growled. "Not as a Jedi, but as a Zygerrian. A Zygerrian who is more than willing to kill her own mate in order to protect him from his brother's insane need for revenge."
Maul growled softly but he remained where he was, he couldn't move not without the possibly of an attack on Charra's part. He just needed to get the Holocron a safe distance away to break its hold on her. He just needed to keep her talking. "Killing your mate is taboo, even you should know that."
He moved the Holocron behind his back; he paused when Charra growled before speaking.
"Oh, I'm quite aware of that fact. However, if killing Savage keeps him from becoming a miserable wretch like you, then I will except the consequences," The rage appeared to be slowly ebbing away from the Zygerrian the more distance Maul put between them. "Savage... Savage has suffered enough at the hands of the Nightsisters and his brief time Dooku."
Maul saw the last dregs of rage flash across Charra's eyes as she stated in a cold tone.
"Do not test me, Maul. You will fail."
Charra knew it was foolish, but she still turned her back on Maul as she turned to walk away. She needed to put some distance between herself, Maul, and his damned Sith Holocron.
"Charra!" Maul hissed before she reached the door.
The Zygerrian tensed, ready for a fight as she heard Maul's familiar footfalls. She growled softly as she turned to see the Zabrak standing just out of reach, they both knew full well that wouldn't stop her.
Their eyes locked for a long tense moment before Maul held something out to her. It took a moment for Charra to realize that it was her Lightsaber, she gave the Zabrak a curious look before reaching out a grasping the hilt.
Maul held onto the saber for a moment longer, his sun burst eyes locking with hers. "Control it."
Charra's eyes narrowed slightly, a little confused by what he meant by 'Control it'. She turned to walk away when he released her lightsaber.
Attack him. That small voice whispered as Maul walked away. Attack him, now!
Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the impulse to attack, what made it worse was that she tightened her grip on her lightsaber and the itch to activate the blade and cut Maul down. She forced herself to leave, all but fleeing the Cargo Hold just to put some distance between her and that urge to murder, to cut down Maul right then and there.
She swiftly came to the conclusion upon reaching the kitchenette that going to pick a fight with Maul even a verbal one had been a bad idea.
X X X
Just what was Charra capable of as a Zygerrian, she had often wondered that, more so now that she had been away from the Jedi for nearly three months, it had to something more than just an urge to murder someone like Maul. Just trying to think about it made her feel like a Padawan again, uncertain of her power.
She gave a distracted purr when Savage nuzzled her with a deep rumbling purr of his own.
"Is something on your mind, you seem distracted." He asked after a moment.
"It's nothing."
The large man raised an eye brow; he didn't believe her for a second.
"I have ways of making you talk, Charra." He growled in a menacing tone.
Charra snorted as she turned around in bed, an amused look on her face. "Are you going to torture me with sex or by withholding it?"
Savage chuckled softly, dropping the menacing tone. "I'm sure I can think of something. However, how about we skip the torture and you simply tell me what seems to be the problem?"
His mate pouted, although her eyes were bright with amusement. "Oh, and here I was looking forward to being tortured with sex."
"Charra..."
"Oh, fine," She huffed. "I would have settled for the mind trick."
The Zabrak raised an eye brow then waved his hand in front of her face; it was more of a dismissive wave then actual ability itself.
"You will tell me what is wrong as you get up and undress."
Charra smiled before getting back out of the large, as she was in her Jedi attire she planned on taking her time. If only by herself time, gather her thoughts, and get Savage fired up.
"I know nothing of my Zygerrian heritage." She admitted once she had removed her robe and began to loosen her sash-belt.
Savage narrowed his eyes as he sat up, resting on one elbow. "What do you mean?"
"Because I was born on some unimportant backwater world and have little to no memory of my parents, I am completely ignorant when it comes to anything related to Zygerrians," As the sash-belt dropped to the floor, her tunic parted showing blue-gray fur and the outline of her breasts. "The only thing I know about my kind is what everyone else knows; they're violent, short tempered, and will tear your throat out at a moment's notice."
"I see and what have your instincts told you?" Savage replied, feeling himself growing hard as he continued to watch.
She took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking again.
"To protect and serve the clan and those under its protection," Charra didn't see the point in explaining who represented at the Clan. "Now... They're been telling me to protect what's mine."
She met the man's golden gaze as she let the tunic fall to the floor, leaving her half naked before her mate. The very one she swore she would kill just to save him from his brother's deep seeded need for revenge. Could she though, could she kill her own mate? As a Jedi, no, Jedi do not kill in cold blood as Maul had pointed out earlier. What about as a Zygerrian, could she do it then? She still didn't know what she was even capable of and that scared her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a large warm body pressing against hers; his deliciously musky scent filled her nostrils. His very scent sped up her heart, it also didn't hurt that his hardened length was pressed up against her still covered sex. A soft mewl escaped her as his teeth nipped at the tender flesh of her neck.
"That's not all that is bothering you, is it?" He rumbled, burying his nose into her neck to inhale her sweet scent before moving upwards towards her ear.
"No," Charra whispered, mewling softly as Savage nipped her ear. "A-As a Jedi... I know what I am capable of..."
The Zygerrian shivered as he moved behind her, his broad chest pressing up her back while one large hand slid down and vanish past her waist band. She felt him smile into her scruff, not because he found her wet and wanting but because she was lacking undergarments.
"How thoughtful of you," He rumbled as he stroked her lips with two fingers before slipping past them, purring at the mewling moan as he found her swollen nub and began to stimulate it further. "Go on."
Charra's thoughts were becoming jumbled and unfocused as pleasure and lust fogged her mind.
"You're not playing... Ah! F-Fair!"
Savage smirked before giving her ear another nip. "You're the one who wanted to be tortured with sex."
"C-Cheeky... Smug… bastard." She half growled half mewled.
He abandoned her clit and slipped the same two fingers into her heat, smirking as the walls of her sheath clinched around his thrusting fingers.
"You were saying, my mate?" He purred, enjoying her sweet moans and the scent of her desire, it fueled his own.
Savage knew that his Jedi mate couldn't think straight, he could it over the bond, and he also knew what she was trying to say.
As a Jedi, Charra knew her capabilities and what she was able to do, however, the same couldn't be said for her as a Zygerrian. She was in the dark, lost in unknown territory.
He nuzzled her neck and purred into her ear.
"We'll find out together." He rumbled as he used a finger to move her head slightly before claiming her mouth his own, swallowing her breathless mewls.
*Shall we try something new this morning?* He asked over the bond.
*W-What do you have in mind?* She softly moaned as he gently kneaded one of her mounds with his free hand while still slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of her.
An image of the male taking her from behind crept over the bond, her face buried into the sheets with her ass in the air getting pounded into by her mate. She shivered and nearly climaxed then and there or would have if said mate hadn't removed his fingers from within her.
"Stop doing that!" She growled, cheeks flushed and eyes unfocused.
Savage just chuckled as he examined the two digits, coated with her juices. "Relax, now remove your pants and lay on your side so I can prepare you."
Charra's eyes narrowed, curious. "Prepare me?"
"You've never been mounted and taken from behind, if you are not prepped, mating will be painful and I do not want that." He replied before nuzzling her with a soft purr.
X X X
Charra gasped, trying not to tear the sheets with her claws as Savage slowly stretched her tight opening with one long finger.
"Relax, my mate." Savage rumbled giving her ear a tender nip at the same moment sliding a second finger inside, it was coated her juices from only moments before they had begun.
The Jedi cried out as her eyes shut tight at the strange and new sensation fortunately, it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would. Aside from it being a little uncomfortable, she could handle it, his rumbling and comforting purrs eased the discomfort and after a moment or two had past she began to enjoy the feeling.
"That's it," Savage purred into her ear as she pushed back against his fingers with a soft breathless groan. "Good girl."
Charra purred at his praise then gasped his name as a third digit joined the first two stretching her further. Her claws pierced the sheets, tearing the fabric as the male slowly twisted the digits inside her, a cry of pleasure escaping as she pushed into his fingers. She was vaguely aware of movement somewhere off to the side, but any idea of what it could be was overshadowed by the strange yet pleasurable sensation emanating from her backside.
"Are you ready, my Zygerrian Jedi?" Savage rumbled his length painfully hard the broad head glistening with precum.
Heart in her throat, she nodded, despite feeling nervous she trusted Savage. More than she trusted herself.
Before removing his fingers from her heat, the Zabrak leaned forward again and nuzzled her cheek, chest vibrating with his signature deep rumbling purr.
The female bit back a pathetic sounding whine as the male removed his fingers from within her. She felt his amusement over the bond and he gave her ass a teasing squeeze.
"I will ruin you, if you don't hurry." She growled with no real heat.
"Taking you this way is not the same as claiming the warm cavern between your legs," He coolly replied. "It cannot be rushed."
She growled again but said growl turned into a gasp as the broad head of her mate's cock pushed into her tight opening. It took all her self-control not to rip a bigger hole in the sheets at the slight burning sensation shooting up her back. Barely aware of the growling groan of the large man behind her, his large hands gripping her hips.
"By the Gods, you're tight." Savage growled through gritted teeth as he pushed deeper inside her tight sheath.
Charra's arms trembled and she had to lower herself so she was resting on her forearms, the slight angle change tore more breathless mewls from her throat.
The male gave a slight growl at the movement, his hands resting in her hips tightened to keep her still as he fully sheathed himself within her tight unused heat. They remained still as Savage resisted the urge to claim her with hard dominating thrusts, reminding himself that this was the first time she had been mounted and mated from the rear.
Charra trembled with anticipation, she knew that she was going to be sore, she didn't care she wanted it, wanted him. She let that desire and need drift over the bond, a moment later she felt his claws dig into her hips as he began to move, a breathless groan of pleasure escaping her.
Hearing his mate's moans and whimpers as he rocked in and out of her chipped away at his self-control, he knew she could handle a rougher ride hell, a week or so ago they had mated on rough terrain while supposed to be scouting the area and she had enjoyed it. He still bore the bite mark on his shoulder where she had bitten him during a particularly strong climax.
A playful purr crept over the bond followed by his mate's voice, tinged with lust.
*If you know that... I can handle it, then why hold back?*
She looked over her shoulder, meeting the Zabrak's gaze where he saw the shift in her eyes... That was all that took to break his control. With a deep rumbling snarl, he pushed her face into the sheets before taking her ass with hard dominating thrusts, growling Mine! over the bond.
He pulled her up so her back was pressed against his chest, his hand wrapped around her throat but not in a threatening manner. It was for something to hold on to as he sank his teeth into her shoulder, returning the bite she had given him. The Zygerrian jerked in his grip and the cry that escaped from her nearly caused him to spill his seed.
Mine. He silently growled, vowing to kill anyone who dare come between him and Charra, no one would survive his wrath!