The next day, Anais got up and headed for the kitchen as she always had, as if that bad story of her kidnapping never happened. By now, fears and feelings of guilt that tormented her until a few hours ago ... given way to new types of feelings.
Opening her eyes, the first thing that obviously came to her mind was the kiss she exchanged the previous evening with Lord Maul ... she ran her tongue over her lips as if to savor his mouth again and felt a little swelling in her mouth in the upper lip, where her master's teeth come to scratch her.
That kiss had been a truly incredible experience!
He was not the first man Anais kissed, but the passion that Lord Maul impressed in that kiss was ... unique! Besides, she mustn't forget that he wasn't human! She smiled, as she combed her hair and she washed her face looking in her mirror: she kissed an alien! She felt now… bigger, as if the responsibilities of that kiss has somehow made her grow. She made a choice and with it, she took on all the responsibilities that came with it. It was the first time in her life that she found herself ... let's say... "forced" to have to make a choice, because there had always been someone who could choose for her, that would tell her what to do ... Accepting to kiss her master, she would share her body and soul with him ... although Lord Maul did not have a soul and therefore, from this point of view... there would never be a complete union between them.
Anais sighed, as she wore the dress to go to her master to serve him breakfast. She felt excited, her heart pounded in her chest, so all the problems inherent the fact that he was a Sith and consequently, that he would never love her as a normal man, just Zelda told her, passed away.
She had breakfast with the Twi'lek, the woman described her, in an apparently serene tone, what they should do during the day, but she never made any reference to what happened the previous evening.
Charlie finished setting the tray for Lord Maul and Anais took it in her hands, casting a quick glance at Zelda. Twi'lek was watching her:
-Anais ... be careful- she said with a worried tone. The girl understood, nodded her head and headed for her master's bedroom.
Lord Maul should leave to join his master, and receive instructions on his next mission. Besides, he would explain to him what happened on the New Horizon, even though he already assumed that he knew everything.
After reflecting on what he really needed to do, his mind made him think of Anais. He savored that kiss that he longed for. Anais was now "officially" his. For him, like Zabrak, a kiss was not just a trivial thing, to be granted to anyone. The kiss he given to Anais tasted different from ones that he given to the whores with he'd been... in those cases, it was just the kiss that a Sith might given, cold, carnal, but he was also a Zabrak and for his race, kissing and physically joining with someone, had an important meaning. Perhaps, and almost certainly, not even Anais was aware of what she had done ... Perhaps, even she did not realize that from that night to on... she would be his.
Forever.
He reflected on this concept: what if, she changed her mind? What if Anais, coming to serve him breakfast in his room as she always did, she told him clearly that she didn't want to share her life with him? What if she justified herself by saying that kiss was just a mistake, the result of her physical weakness?
Darth Maul gritted his teeth and growled.
No ... she couldn't do it!
He felt several times in the girl the clear desire to kiss him ... and not only ... therefore it was impossible for Anais to retrace her steps now. Although very young, she should take on her responsibilities for it! Otherwise ... well otherwise he would take what was his, because master of her life! However, he hoped he didn't have to go that far ... it surely wouldn't be the same.
Anais gently knocked on his bedroom door: Darth Maul was standing near the table where his slave was supposed to serve him breakfast. He was trying to set her metal bracelet, but when he saw her enter ... he let that he holding in his hands slide across the table to get closer to her.
Anais was beautiful: she wore a black dress, which wrapped her small body, leaving her shoulders and arms bare, while, at the height of the pelvis, formed a short skirt with many veiled folds that barely covered her private parts, leaving her slender legs completely uncovered. Darth Maul felt his two hearts begin beating hard in his chest, he felt his hormones go around his entire body, reaching his brain too quickly, thus making him want to possess Anais. But he tried to resist, to oppose the instinct that ordered him to do what a Sith should do without the minimal hesitation, to possess what gave him more pleasure, what with the passions, would increase his strength and his power.
Possessing Anais against her will, hearing her cries of pleasure and pain, touching her body, penetrating her forcefully ... would surely satisfied the Dark Side that was within him, but with her ... he was not what he wanted.
No.
Anais heard the lock on the door snap and her heart owing to the emotion, made a double leap into her chest, taking her breath away for a moment!
When the door open, she found her master standing by the table where she was supposed to go to set breakfast. Before approaching him, she was enchanted for a moment looking at "her Lord Maul": he was dressed in a black dress whose sleeveless top adhered perfectly to his body, highlighting the shape and size of his muscles, while the red skin of his bare arms contrasted with that of his dress. Anais followed with her eyes, the profile of his muscles, feeling her breath come out of her lungs again without being able to re-enter ... she wanted him so much! She bit her lower lip, trying to bring her mind back to reality, taking it away from her imagination that now saw her in his arms ... but her mind, alone, was not strong enough, not when you have to fight against a creature like he who, while looking at you, is able to arouse emotions of fear and at the same time, of perverse pleasure, the same one felt when she was tied up and he leaned behind her body, naked, helpless, making her feel all his strength and his manhood. Anais pushed away these memories, these thoughts, trying desperately to remain lucid. But as soon as she placed on the tablet the tray she held in her hands, Lord Maul approached her, looking intently into her eyes. Not being able to read her thoughts ... he wanted to understand from every expression on her body and her face, if she wanted to be kissed again. It didn't take him long to feel the physical desire that the girl was feeling at that moment, towards him, so, sure of what he just felt, he ran a hand behind her head, his fingers slipped through her long hair and then, he reached down to be able to kiss her.
Anais let her master do all this to her without resisting: she let his warm lips touch her mouth again, leaning gently on hers, then Anais's mouth opened, allowing his tongue to enter to seek that of the girl.
The young girl responded to his kiss with passion, Darth Maul felt it clearly and felt satisfaction: Anais wanted to belong to him.
After a few seconds of that pleasure, he walked away looking into her eyes:
-Good day Anais! -
She smiled softly at him a few inches away from his lips, excited:
-Good day my lord! -
He almost seemed to smile at her, even though Anais was not quite clear what her master's smiling expression could be, then he rested his mouth on that of the girl, going to lightly tug her small lips, as if he wanted to play.
Then, he moved away from her leaving her saddened: Anais would liked to feel kissed again, she lacked the warmth that enveloped her so far, she felt like she was naked without Lord Maul's body close to hers ... it was her master who dominated, who commanded when he kissed her ... it was his mouth that took the initiative, that guided the game ... she was his slave and Anais had never been so incredibly excited to be!
-I'll have to go away - he suddenly told her, picking up his metal bracelet, approaching the large window to try to get more light: -I'll be away for three days- Anais was saddened ... "Right now!" she thought as she began to set the table.
Freed the tray, she took it in her hand and turned to look at her master: his powerful figure stood out against the light that passed through the window. Anais wanted he, but she couldn't tell him, although she knew that he was somehow able to feel what she was feeling even though he couldn't (thankfully!) read her thoughts. And her intuition was in a certain sense correct, because Lord Maul, turned towards her, throwing her a deep and intense look, full of equal desire. He retraced his steps, approaching again: he perceived the girl's desire, but obviously this was not the best time to join her ... he had to leave and was in a hurry. Arriving in front of her however, he once again ran his hand behind her head, running his fingers again through her long, fragrant hair and then kissed her:
-Don't worry ... -He told her speaking close to her lips, in a terribly warm and deep voice that made her shiver: -I'll be back soon ... I'll be back ... for you! -
The girl nodded, a little resigned by the fact that he led a life like this, always in the midst of dangers, light years away from that apartment and her. Looking into his golden eyes, Anais thought that perhaps it was time to leave: her master had to prepare to leave and she finished her work. She moved away from him gently, walking towards his bedroom door. Darth Maul followed his little slave with his eyes and lingered on her beautiful body, thanks to the dress she was wearing because with those black veils that covered, and not covered her butt, the gaze was forced right at that point! Anais was about to leave that room just as she entered, but she took courage and turning one last time to her master, she said to him:
-Goodbye my lord ... come back soon ... -
Darth Maul felt a wave of intense heat at his chest: continuing to look at her, he let her out, thinking that in reality ...he missed a great opportunity!
But his mind was already ready for a new mission, although his senses were all still focused on the figure of Anais, he was still a Sith and could not escape his instinct and his true nature.
He put on his black cloak, his gloves, fastening the bracelet he just finished reprogramming to his wrist and then walked towards the exit of his apartment, trying, as far as possible, to remove from his mind the tender image of his slave, her perfume, the sweetness of those kisses, allowing the Dark Side of the force to take over, while feelings like hatred, cruelty and ruthlessness returned to their place, inside of him.
The appointment with Lord Sidious was a quick meeting. His master led Lord Maul to a secluded spot in the great castle where he was visiting as Chancellor at the service of the Republic:
-Lord Maul… I learned that the New Horizon exploded in the skies of Corellia ... no one survived? -
-No, nobody! - he replied hard, continuing to look straight ahead, in front of him, as he walked alongside his ex-master. Each of them was wrapped in his own cloak: black that of the Sith and dark gray that of Lord Sidious.
-Well ... and General Seth was the spy I asked you to investigate? -He continued.
-Yes-Darth Maul just answered, wondering why he asked him all those questions when he knew exactly what happened ... he couldn't understand where he wanted to go, but a vague idea, knowing him, he already was done.
There was a moment of silence between the two men.
Then Lord Sidious stopped and turned to look straight ahead at what he still regarded as his apprentice:
-I am very satisfied with your enterprise Lord Maul ... as always fast, flawless ... without leaving witnesses ... the idea of blowing up the spaceship making it look like a technical accident, was an excellent idea ... I can assure you that it has not aroused any suspicion even among the high representatives of the Republic -
Darth Maul was pleased with his master's compliments, but still no longer found them indispensable. By now, he was aware of his abilities and was perfectly capable of judging whether a mission could be considered a great job or not.
There was a little more silence as the two men resumed walking slowly, side by side.
Then Lord Sidious began to speak again and this time, what Darth Maul feared became the topic of conversation:
-I am glad that you have rejoined your slave, my dear boy. It was just a strange coincidence that by killing the Jedi spy you could find her again ... alive! - Darth Maul began to feel the blood boiling in his veins: first, it was no coincidence that Anais was aboard that spaceship ... She had been kidnapped by General Seth. Second ... he did not like the tone of voice with which he uttered the word "alive", he seemed full of contempt and this made him worry.
He didn't answer him.
Darth Sidious hated this aspect of his apprentice: he spoke little, although he did a lot ... and well. All too well ... Lord Maul was beginning to become a bit an awkward figure: too strong, too bold ... if he had to clash with him, he might have problems. He had to hit him in what he cared and that was his slave. Killing Anais meant weakening him and he would hit him in just that condition.
But he had to play cunning ... Lord Maul should never known that he would been the instigator of that murder otherwise he would had the opposite effect and that is, all his hatred and his anger, would been poured out against him risking to defeat him.
He stopped again to look at his apprentice: Lord Maul was a truly imposing figure, as he had already seen, he was in the prime of his physical maturity, for a Zabrak that was the most vigorous, strongest age, even sexually. He thought with envy of the physical pleasure that his apprentice had to derive from the relationship with that girl ... It is a pity to kill a beauty like that, he thought regretfully, removed Lord Maul could conditioned her mind, forcing her to desire him ... the mightier Sith Lords!
- In your opinion, Lord Maul - he began to speak always in a calm and slow tone of voice, pronouncing slowly the single words: - Why would your slave have been on board the New Horizon? Why should General Seth have taken it? -
Darth Maul knew very well that answering this question would raise more questions and create an awkward situation in which he did not want to end up. So he thought about it and then just said:
-It doesn't matter ... General Seth was killed, the mission was successful and completed- tough again, inflexible.
Hearing that answer, Lord Sidious felt a surge of rage inside him ... so he would never know anything from him, but it was not necessary ... after all, whether he felt something or not for that female, Anais had to die, just like that his apprentice would return devoted solely to him, unconditionally: "Enjoy your slave Darth Maul as long as you can ..." he thought sadistically to himself, then added:
-It's right Lord Maul ... the mission has been achieved, the Jedi spy has been eliminated ... now go and finish the tasks for which I made you come here and contact me as soon as you are ready! -
-Yes my lord! - said Darth Maul lowering his head in greeting and then turn and disappear into the shadows.
Lord Sidious followed him with his eyes, then once he was gone, he went to plot his unhappy plans.
Three days passed.
Anais was engaged in various little things that distracted her from her thoughts about Lord Maul: Zelda did everything to keep her mind off him, hoping that she would reconsider what she done and maybe change her mind, but the girl, from what she told her, seemed determined to continue this dangerous relationship with her master. Twi'lek hoped that everything was limited to a simple kiss, without Anais granting her body because at that point, her relationship with Lord Maul would become truly irreversible! Infact, Zelda knew that the Zabrak considered the physical union very important, from which step, you could not go back and after which, the union would be sanctioned by a very particular ritual. From what she heard, it was a violent ritual and at the same time tied to something mystical during which, the souls of two people were united forever. But Anais was human and Zelda wondered if this ritual would eventually work for her too, assuming and granting that Maul's mother allowed it, but considering who was hers ... it was unlikely!
Who knows if Anais was aware of this and above all, if she know who is the mother of her beloved owner! Zelda smiled as she went to open the door for her young companion who just returned from running some small errands.
Against, Anais kept doing what Zelda ordered her and her mind hadn't a chance to reflect much on what happened between her and Lord Maul. She kept repeating to herself that she shouldn't kissed her master, she was aware that this thing was wrong, that it gone against the rules, that he was a Sith ... in short, the usual thoughts that every day, overlapped her poor head and now, she was able to sweep away, simply by thinking about that kiss and how beautiful and important it was for her. Anais did not love Lord Maul, but she began to be less afraid of him! She liked him, she felt physically attracted and she certainly had some affection for him, but it was hard to talk about love. And considering that he as Sith would never love her ... probably their relationship would be limited to a simple physical involvement and a little affection. This did not worry her ... she decided to live moment by moment without thinking too much about the future, a future that for her, as a slave, could not have multiple implications. She would continued to behave correctly and to satisfy her master's desire ... if he had always enjoyed kissing her. Moreover, that was also her desire, so she innocently thought that there would be nothing wrong with that. However, she hoped that Lord Maul would not tire of her, as Zelda repeatedly told her, that he would not throw her aside after using it ... as an uncomfortable and out of fashion toy. But no one could give her this certainty ... because no one was inside her master's mind, so she couldn't do anything to prevent it, even if he wanted to get her out of the way, killing her ... But then, why take so much trouble to bring her back to Coruscant, taking her away from General Seth? Only because the general dared to challenge him, taking something that was his? And that sentence ... when he kissed her ..: "I thought I had lost you ... forever ..." what was he referring to? Anais was confused, but a small step from her master after that kiss had been taken. Now she was certain that he did not consider her just a useless apartment slave, that could be killed at any time, but that there was something more inside him. She remained to understand "what was inside him", if only a physical attraction, or if Anais could hope for something more important ...
She sighed as she went to open the big black door of the apartment: her master, after three days, finally returned home!
As the great black door opened and Lord Maul saw Anais' sweet smile, he leaned over her and kissed her. He still had the adrenaline of his mission accomplished on him, he still felt the Dark Side of the force, circular in his veins making him feel powerful. He rested his lips on her small mouth, while with his gloved hand, using some force and a certain arrogance, he grabbed her behind her head and brought her closer to him.
Anais smelled the smell of death on her master: who knows where he had been, what he done ... Who knows how many lives fallen under his lightsaber ... the girl shivered and instinctively pulled away from his mouth. He looked at her a little annoyed but he was glad to see her again, so he let this unexpected gesture slip over him. The idea that she could refuse his kisses, if he wanted to kiss her, was something that unnerved him. He was still his master and she was his slave ... although there was a certain confidence between them now, if he wanted something ... she had to satisfy him, even if she didn't want it. Still holding her from behind her head, he thought about how small and frail her neck was: with a single wave of his hand, he could break it and see her die in front of his feet ... but that wasn't what he wanted. He looked into her eyes, admiring the beauty of that light blue color and ran the thumb of his gloved hand over the lips of that little pink mouth ... how beautiful it was! ... he thought, slowly freeing his mind from the darkness of hatred and anger that still obscured him. Anais stared at her master's tattooed face, inches away from hers. His gaze and features were hard, tense, merciless and dangerous ... at that moment she was afraid, but she knew that this creature, who now was holding her neck with one hand and that if he wanted, he would be degree to kill her with a simple gesture, he would never hurt her.
Darth Maul slowly let his hand slide freeing the girl from his grip and without saying anything else, he walked towards his room. Anais stared after him, watching his black cloak swing around his body, making him look like a ghost.
She was going to serve him dinner soon.
Darth Maul walked into his room and the first thing he noticed was the white box above his bed. Well, the droids carried out his instructions as he ordered.
He went to take a shower, soon her little slave would come to serve dinner.
It had been three days since he kissed her ... his perfidious master assigned him a series of completely useless and superfluous missions ... just for the sake of keeping him away from her … he was sure. The bastard was plotting behind him, he could hear it.
Cold water bathed his warm body and evaporated instantly as the Sith's thoughts turned to the possibility that Lord Sidious was planning something.
He decided that now he would spend some time with her ... but not in that apartment ... he wanted to take her somewhere, away from there ... very far ...
He was worried about this feeling he felt towards his master. He feared that he might harm Anais. His little slave did not deserve to suffer because of his master especially because he dared not imagine what he could do to her. He was so perverse in his punishment, he knew it well .. and Anais was so delicate, so frail ... No! No one should touched her, no one should hurt her! Lord Sidious was treacherous, deceitful ... he would do anything to achieve his purpose. But if that was really his intention, if he tried ... then he would claim the "rule of two" and kill him. Obviously, Darth Maul was aware that it would not be an easy undertaking, he knew that defeating his master would require a lot of strength, but also a lot of experience and he was not sure he was on the same level, although physically and as preparation in the fight, there was nothing to complain about. But he had been his master and he raised him and he knew his weaknesses. He had to find a way to defeat him! He had to! Otherwise, he would witness Anais's demise and he would not even be able to claim her death!
He came out of the shower, worried and still absorbed in his thoughts.
Small droplets of water soaked the floor as he approached the closet where his clean clothes were stored. At that moment, his little slave knocked at the door ... this time, distracted by his worries, he not sensed her as approached his room.
With a wave of his hand he clicked the lock and the door swung open.
Anais entered, balancing the dinner tray:
-Good evening my lord, I came to serve you dinner ... -but when her gaze rested on the imposing figure of her master ... Anais noticed, albeit a little late, that his body was completely naked! The girl abruptly closed her eyes, turning her head to the side, stopping in the position she was in.
Darth Maul looked at her puzzled, but then quickly realized what her problem was: "Good heavens Anais!" he thought disconsolately, while with another wave of his hand he closed the bedroom door. He quickly looked in the closet for the clean pants that then, he put on going to meet her: "It's not possible! We kissed and you are still afraid to look at my naked body!" he grumbled affectionately. He arrived in front of the girl, he took the tray from her hands and placed it on the table. As soon as she noticed that something, or rather someone, was removing the tray from her hands, Anais opened her eyes: she clearly saw the private parts of her master before being able to close them and she was very ashamed! She usually always managed to avoid seeing him completely naked ... because she -usually- walked into his room that he still had to get out of the shower, but in this case he was already out ... naked .. and so she didn't have time to turn around! She turned to look at him as he finished placing the tray on the table, doing what she should have done ... she was very ashamed of this too and blushed, suddenly feeling her cheeks become very hot.
A little amused and oblivious all this, especially the emotions of embarrassment that he clearly perceived in her little slave, Darth Maul approached her face and gave her a light kiss on her lips:
-Come Anais ... I have a surprise for you! -
He told her immediately after inviting her to follow him to where his bed was. The girl noticed a large white box that was not particularly tall. She let her master take her hand: he initially had to pull her to him because she wasn't quite sure of moving yet, still confused by her thoughts! When they were in front of his bed, Anais looked at him puzzled: what did he have in mind to do? She wondered a little worried. What surprise was he talking about? He gave her his usual look, serious and stern: "Is it possible that she doesn't understand?" he wondered impatiently:
-Anais ... the box ... -He finally told her noticing that the girl kept staring at him without being able to realize. Darth Maul wasn't used to talking much, especially with females, but the way he expressed himself like this ... monosyllabic, with his men, was more than enough. With Anais, no, she just couldn't guess what he wanted her to understand and was always forced to add a few more words, otherwise she would remain looking at him, expressionless ... In fact, after suggesting that she look at the box, only at that point the girl understood that the surprise he had just talked about, had to be in!
Anais brought her small hands close to the white box and when she touched it, with her heart beating hard in her chest that she could almost feel it, she stopped again and looked at him:
-Can I ... my lord? - he, inflexible, looked at her with intensity. He thought about how she was so ... so ... naive ... so ... innocent and simple ... this awareness gave him intense pleasure ... his little slave was incapable of doing harm, she was helpless ... so he was who should have protected her, he was who should have taken care of her ... in that moment, all these thoughts made him want to lay her on the bed, to get inside her ... to make her his ... but he tried to contain himself. He swallowed and nodded with a slight movement of his head.
Anais looked back at white box and when she lifted the lid she couldn't believe her eyes ! Inside there was that dress ... that black dress she'd first seen when she'd left that apartment to buy the droids spices ... her master … how .. how could he know she liked it? That she wanted it... how was that possible? She had never told anyone about it, not even Zelda ! She looked again at Lord Maul who always followed her with his eyes:
-I hope you like it! -He told her knowing exactly that for Anais that was a very important gift!
The girl could not answer, she had her eyes sparkling with joy, Darth Maul saw it clearly, but he sensed too, that she was perplexed and confused: "Of course!" he thought, amused.
At the end, the young girl managed with difficulty to rearrange her thoughts and then to formulate something concrete that would allow her to communicate with him:
-My Lord ... but ... is it for me? -
Darth Maul looked at her impatiently once more:
- Of course Anais.. and for whom else? For Charlie? -He said ironically, giving her a sharp look. He never liked that her slave had a liking for this droid, that she called it as a human, and that it dared to be so familiar with her.
He walked away, approaching the window but then returning to see what she was doing. Anais delicately lifted the dress from her box, taking it with her fingertips, for fear of being able to somehow ruin it with the simple touch of her hands, as if she was not worthy of such a beautiful thing. The girl perceived the lightness of the fabric, it was almost impalpable and then she noticed the small stones that embellished the veils of the skirt. It was wonderful, a dream ... and it was for her!
But soon after, Anais sadly thought that it was not fair that a slave could wear a dress like that, worthy only of a rich and noble lady ... therefore, knowing that she could risk angering her master, folded it into the box and then looking Lord Maul straight in the eye, said:
-My lord is wonderful, but I cannot accept a gift like this ... I cannot wear such a precious dress ... I am not worthy of it ... I am just a simple slave ... -then she looked down while tears veiled her eyes.
Darth Maul couldn't believe what he had heard! Possible? He gave her the dress she wanted ... any female would gone mad in front of a gift like that and what about her? She put it back in the box saying that she was not worthy !
He sighed and slowly walked back to Anais. When he was in front of her, he took the girl's small chin between the index finger and the thumb of his hand and forced her head to rise and her eyes to look at him: he remained a few seconds to observe those beautiful blue eyes once more, then approached his mouth to her. In a warm and deep voice, but at the same time hard and stern, as if at that moment he had to give her an order, he whispered:
-Anais ... now you will wear that dress ... -then he touched her lips with a light and delicate kiss: - It's true ... you are a slave ..- he continued playing with her lips, flowered them and pulling them lightly with his: - But you are the only worthy person of wearing it because you ... you are my only slave ... - hearing these words, Anais closed her eyes wishing that her master's kiss would become more important, wishing that his arms were holding her against his body ... she wanted to join him, she wanted so much ... even Darth Maul perceived it clearly and made a really huge effort to restrain himself, finishing kissing her so that, she could now wear that dress.
Anais looked into his eyes with a look still full of desire, then she turned and took that beautiful dress in her hands. She bit her lower lip and blushing slightly she asked shyly:
-Can I go and wear it ... in the bathroom? -
He looked at her once more perplexed: in the bathroom? Why in the bathroom? Couldn't she wear it in the room? There, in front of him? Anais had to stop being shy and ashamed: soon her body would be his and so, there should not be secrets between them!
A little disconsolate, but also slightly impatient, he nodded and let his little slave go and hide in the bathroom to try on that dress.
Incredible ! Anais was ... she was truly unique ! he noted amused inside.
Anais entered the bathroom of Lord Maul's room: the door closed behind her, she never entered her master's private bathroom, the one from which she often saw him come out half naked and still wet! She immediately looked for a mirror, but she didn't find it. She thought quickly: her master didn't need to look in the mirror because he wasn't a female and also because he was a Sith. Anais thought that the Sith didn't really care what they looked like ... it was definitely not one of their prerogatives.
Therefore she took off the dress she was wearing and remained completely naked. At that moment she realized that Zelda was waiting for her, that she entered her master's room only to serve him dinner ... but now she was wearing a wonderful, very expensive dress that he gave to her ... only to her! To his slave! Not to a rich and noble woman! At that moment Anais felt happy, she thought that this was clearly another demonstration of the fact that her master felt for her something other than the simple desire to possess her, as Twi'lek always told her. Meantime, she began to wear it: she passed the bands of black fabric over her breast, closing them behind her neck, forming a soft bow. She pulled her hair up so that she could better uncover her back and then stared at the soft veiled skirt, gleaming with little gemstones. She was about to put on her panties, but then she thought: no, she wanted her body to be dressed only with that dress and nothing more! She looked at herself, a little in front, a little behind her, without a mirror it was difficult to understand how it was wearing her and if she wore it correctly!
She hoped that her master liked it because one thing was the beauty of a dress, one thing was to see it worn by a person and Anais did not consider herself physically attractive, although the comments of the men she had been with, always made her think otherwise.
Then she took courage and finally, after taking a deep breath, she decided to leave the bathroom.
Darth Maul turned to her as he heard the bathroom door open. He looked at her little slave with wonder and desire: Anais was beautiful !
The two bands of black fabric passed just above her breasts, leaning delicately, just enough to cover their intimacy, but they let see their shape and her small erect nipples. Darth Maul swallowed hard, feeling his body begin to not respond to him as it should have. His eyes continued to look at Anais's small but perfect body: he already seen her completely naked, but in another context, in which he had to punish her and his mind was preoccupied with very other thoughts, including those of don't make her suffer. Now, however, locked in his room, in the twilight of the evening, the naked body of his slave, took on another value. The dress she wore, left her shoulders and belly completely free: Darth Maul looked longingly at the small navel in the center of that flat, light pink belly that invited to be kissed. Then, his gaze went down, where the black bands of the dress wrapped the girl's pelvis, just a few inches above to her intimate parts:
-My Lord ... do you like it? -Anais asked, distracting Darth Maul's mind from thoughts of possessing her. He looked at her, while the girl turned her body, showing him how her dress looked also seen from behind her: her back was completely naked and the cut of Anais' butt came out of the black bands of her skirt that barely covered it. Through the transparency of the veils, he saw everything and this game of seeing and not seeing excited him a lot:
-You are beautiful Anais! -He told her without hiding his tone of voice, the desire that he, at that moment felt for her.
She went back in front of him and realized that she could not go back to Zelda ... not with that desire to let herself be possessed by her master. She would not have imagined that things could turn out like this ... just that evening ... she not entered his room with that intention ... no, but she could not deny to herself the fact that she wanted him so much, even physically. She knew this was wrong, that offering her body to her master, she would commit even more to her relationship with him, towards something much greater than her ... but Anais was no longer to able to contain her physical desire:
-My Lord…- she suddenly told him, using a tone of voice slightly more serious than usual. Darth Maul immediately understood that his slave was about to tell him something important and imagining what, his two hearts increased the beat:
-My lord ... do you want my body? - Darth Maul looked at her with the same intensity with which he usually looked at an enemy in front of him, ready to fight him. But this time it wasn't an enemy, but his slave. His gaze was intense, fixed on her, his face tense "Anais ... be careful at what you ask ..." he thought excited by the words he just heard. He sensed that the girl wanted him ... He understood that she could no longer hide her physical desire to unite with his body. But Anais was naive ... she didn't imagine that this physical union would be something very important to him. Darth Maul had to be sure that the girl really wanted him, that she didn't do it just because he just gave her the dress of her dreams and that she felt obliged to reciprocate, offering him the only thing that she had, that is, her body.
No!
He wanted there to be something more in that union:
-Anais ... is that really what you want? -He asked her as he approached her very slowly. The girl began to feel the clear thrill of fear that mingled with physical pleasure and more she was afraid of him, more he approached her and looked at her with those eyes full of desire, and more she wanted to be possessed by her master:
-Anais... Is that really what you want? - He repeated once again stopping a few inches in front of her.
Anais felt small and helpless.
She didn't know what to tell him: the classic "yes, I do" was so obvious!
So, she put her hands behind her neck, grabbed the end of that soft black bow and began to pull the fabric, slowly untying the knot. Her dress slipped to the floor, Darth Maul followed with his eyes the soft fabric that uncovered it, caressed her breasts, then descended on top of her intimate parts, before ending up on the floor leaving the young girl completely naked. The whiteness of Anais's body reflected the faint light that penetrated his bedroom through the large window. Her skin was white, flawless, no scars, no tattoos, smooth, soft ... her breasts were perfect, with pink nipples just waiting to be kissed, her butt round, her private parts completely smooth. ..he felt the ferocious animal that was in him come out, he felt the physical desire become strong, overbearing and the erection of his member in his pants reach the apex.
Anais belonged to him.
Tonight her small, young body would be united with his, forever.
He continued to look at her for a few more seconds. He considered that gesture of undressing in front of him, as a "yes".
He ran a hand behind her head and with a slight force brought her face close to his, kissing her.
Now Anais would have experienced a physical pleasure that a normal human male would never been able to give her: she would also have enjoyed pain because his physical approach would not been sweet and delicate, it would been that of a Zabrak, that is, strong, decisive and if necessary , even violent.
Anais felt cold, but when her master approached her to kiss her, she could feel the reassuring warmth of his body and closed her eyes, passing her arms around his neck, getting on tiptoe to be able to kiss him better and with more passion.
Lord Maul placed his hands on her thin waist, stroking the smooth, silky skin of her hips, then finally gripping her buttocks hard. He lifted Anais off the ground and went to his bed on which, still continuing to kiss her, he gently laid her down. The girl felt under her back the contact with the smooth and silky sheets, although slightly cold and her heart began to beat faster.
Darth Maul continued to kiss her while with one hand he tried to take off his pants: Anais understood what he was doing and this knowledge made her imagine with great pleasure, what would come of it, what awaited her. She wanted it too ... now she could no longer hold back: her master would never allow it!
Removing his pants, Darth Maul moved over Anais's small body: his mouth kissed the girl's lips again, but then slowly moved to the side, on her neck, breathing in her delicate perfume of small flowers just blossomed. Then he went down again, continuing to kiss her smooth skin, alternating kisses with small, delicate bites. Anais had chills everywhere! She continued to squeeze the body of her master, brushing with her hands the muscles of his back, of his shoulders, savoring the size and shape ... her mind was overwhelmed with emotions and sensations never experienced!
Meanwhile Darth Maul continued to descend, Anais felt his body on top of her, she felt protected thanks to his warmth and his scent.
With his mouth, he slowly reached over her breast: he felt the tender skin and touching it with his lips, he reached her pink nipple which at first he gently grasped between his lips, kissing it, then he pulled it lightly with his teeth, making moan Anais. Her faint moan was like music to his ears, so he repeated it because he wanted to hear that pleasant sound again, but Anais just turned her head on the pillow, keeping her eyes closed and biting her lower lip: "Now my little one, I'll make you moan again ... "he thought amused inside as he let go of the small and tender nipple with his teeth and began to kiss her skin again, softly, slowly ... almost as if he wanted to torture her. Anais grabbed the sheets with her hands, squeezing them tightly to try to resist those sensations of tickling mixed with pleasure. Her master's mouth was on her belly, close to her navel, but he didn't intend to stay there too long, inflexible, he continued to descend, getting so close to her intimate parts. She felt her master's hands grasping her knees firmly and securely, pushing them out of the way, spreading her legs and completely uncovering her intimate parts. Anais thought about how many times he must done these things with other women he had ... it was evident that he had experience in this, because he knew how to move, how to give pleasure ... it must not be his first time! It wasn't even for her, she hadn't been a virgin for a long time now, but at that moment, with her master, Anais had the sensation of making love as if it were her first time in her life!
Darth Maul's mouth kissed Anais's belly again and then he gently leaned against her warm, wet lips of her intimate parts. His tongue penetrated gently and slowly inside them, making her feel such intense pleasure that she bring her head back, arching her back slightly, unable to hold back a moan that made Darth Maul smile with satisfaction.
Anais kept gripping her sheets with her hands, she wanted to tell him to stop this pleasurable torture, but he was holding her legs firmly and seemed to have no intention of stopping. Now Anais wanted more … now she wanted to feel something bigger, stronger inside her body. Darth Maul, sensed Anais' emotions and understood that it was time to give her what she desired. He lifted himself up and covered her mouth with a kiss: Anais smelled her intimate parts on her lips, then felt his hand take the place where his tongue was before. His finger slipped inside her, Anais moaned, but he wouldn't let her move, because he kept kissing her passionately.
As an experienced man, Darth Maul immediately realized that the body of his slave was of such dimensions that would not allow her to welcome his member without feeling pain ... initially it would hurt her ... it would be painful ... but soon, the pain would give way to pleasure ... he wanted to hear Anais moan under his body, he wanted to enter her, with all his greatness and strength!
Pulling his fingers away, he came closer to her body: the girl felt his member lean on the outside of her intimate parts... she knew that soon she would feel all the power of him inside of herself. Darth Maul lifted his head to look into her eyes: it was time to join her, forever.
He took her wrists, feeling for a moment how thin and fragile they were. He brought her arms up behind her head, sinking into the soft black pillow, forcing Anais's body to arch slightly under him. Darth Maul felt the erect nipples of her breasts brush against his chest. Forced in that position, Anais was his, it was as if she were his prisoner ... he was excited at that thought ... she could not free herself from that hold, it would be useless to ask for help or scream when he entered her because no one would come to interrupt that pleasant torture. He looked into her eyes: Anais had a sweet look full of desire, her mouth was half open with slightly wet lips ... this vision was like a drug for his senses, he felt his two hearts beating in his chest with even more force. He pushed his pelvis forward against Anais's, forcing her legs to spread even more. Then with precision and delicacy he began to slowly push his member inside her. The girl felt something very hot and hard trying to penetrate her body, but she also felt her body resisting. Darth Maul pushed even harder, still very gently and slowly. Now something was painfully beginning to penetrate: she closed her eyes and pulled her head back. Maul realized that his little slave was in pain, but relentlessly he pushed his mighty member even further into her. Anais groaned, but he covered her mouth with a kiss, pushing again. The girl arched her back, she felt pain, a pain that when reached her head, took on the taste of pleasure. Darth Maul smiled: her slave was beginning to convert pain into pleasure ... he took advantage of this awareness to push his member even further into her small body. That was his last push because he was now completely inside her. He remained for a few seconds in that position, motionless, waiting for the parts of her to adapt to the shape and size of his member. He wasn't in a hurry, he didn't have to rape her, he had to make her feel pleasure and he too was feeling a lot: the small and tight intimate parts of his slave, firmly wrapped his member, giving him an intense sensation of satisfaction.
But it was time to indulge the senses: Darth Maul leaned back with his pelvis and then pushed back in hard. Anais groaned, she let out a small cry that again rang like a melody in his ears. He came back again, slowly and then back inside again, forcefully, without hesitation. Anais moaned, but her pain turned to pleasure and the pleasure she felt from him...made her want to feel that torture again. Darth Maul kept his mouth a few centimeters from her, he brushed his lips with Anais's, closed his eyes when the pleasure came to take over, confusing his mind, but then opened them again to look at those of his young slave. Anais felt her physical pleasure increase with each movement of her master's body: his thrusts, regular and strong, made her pant, her mind was lost, now her pain had completely left its place to her pleasure. Lord Maul was a perfect, inflexible machine. He thrust his member inside her relentlessly, almost mercilessly. Anais's body writhed beneath him, but her arms were locked and her master's body gave her no chance of escape ... she was his, she was one of him.. with his body. This awareness made her feel such intense pleasure that Anais understood that she would soon reach her peak. Darth Maul felt that her slave could no longer hold back her pleasure and therefore released her wrists, but began to push inside her with more force and decision, increasing the speed. Anais grabbed his back, a bundle of muscles tense with his physical pleasure. With her little fingers she tried to penetrate his skin, in the last desperate attempt to hold back her orgasm, but the quick and decisive thrusts inside her gave her no chance to control herself and finally Anais came, letting out a small cry, arching her back against her master's hard body… in that moment he felt the most intense ecstasy of pleasure. Darth Maul sensed that her little slave reached her peak, so he let his body reach the peak of his pleasure, too. He gave her the last thrusts and then Anais felt his hot semen fill her body as the movements of her master, above her, became less regular, but still continuous.
Eventually, Darth Maul's body also slowed to a halt. Their mouths were close, Anais could hear his breath as she looked into his eyes… eyes that burned with a deep gold. She brought a hand to his cheek, gently stroking his face, running her thumb over his lips that he was about to kiss. He kept his torso slightly raised so as not to compress her small body under him, but his pelvis was still firmly pressed against her intimate parts, indeed the size of his member inside her, didn't tend to diminish! Darth Maul perceived in the girl's eyes such amazement and amusement, he approached her ear whispering:
-I'm not a human male ... don't forget that …- she realized what he meant and wrapped her arms around his neck again. His body was so hot! Anais began to feel tired.
After a few seconds, Darth Maul lay down with his back on the bed, dragging Anais over him. The girl settled with her head close to his neck, still breathing his perfume, while her hand gently touched his right shoulder with her hand. Maul held tightly to his body that of his little slave, encircling his shoulders with his arm while with his other hand, he reached her head, running his fingers through her hair.
Anais felt good, protected, safe ... she never had a second thought for what she decided to do. The warmth of her master's body, his amber scent, sometimes wild, relaxed her, making her slowly fall asleep. She wanted to reflect on so many things, but this was not the best time to do it ... no, after having felt so much pleasure ... the only thing she now wanted was to fall asleep in his arms. Lord Maul ... the most ruthless, strongest and most powerful creature she had ever known ... a dark Sith lord ... he shared his body with her and now ... he was beside her, he stroked and hugged her ... almost like a normal human being. But he was not a normal human and Anais knew it and in that moment, she was happy to be aware that he was not and that he was different. She fell asleep slowly in his arms, feeding on his scent and his warmth. Darth Maul hugged what would now become the creature he decided to share his life with. He hoped that Anais was sincerely convinced of this choice, that she didn't take it as a simple sexual outlet, but that above all ... she hadn't underestimated it. His body taken pleasure in that of her slave and he clearly perceived that it had been the same for her too. He pulled a soft lock of her hair close to his face to breathe in her scent, while with his other arm, he held her even tighter.
The next day they would be together ... the next day he would take her away, with him, away from Coruscant and that apartment ... he would be with her for a few days. Only with her: "Dathomir!" he thought, closing his eyes.