Arrangements - Part 1
The evening wore on, and Maul observed much eating and drinking by not just the sisters, but the Nightbrothers who were present as well, it seemed there were some benefits to the evening for them too. The crimson zabrak grew restless however and he found little interest other than observing strange games or cultural actions by the red witches. He found the urge to retire too great, and when he had his chance, slipped away and back to the temple and the room he and the Alesule had been occupying thus far.
The room was cold and dark when he returned, though he was not fond of the heat, it was a touch too cold for his liking, and he set about igniting the fire for the evening. He'd managed to bring it about to a healthy size and stepped back when he heard rapid steps approaching. He spun to the door as it opened, and Zaiya visibly let out a sigh of relief as she laid eyes on him.
"Will you not be missed?" he asked, a little colder than he had intended.
"Probably," she replied in a dismissive tone, "I… admit that I prefer when I can see you." Her eyes glanced away for a moment, seemingly embarrassed. Did she wish for him to come back down with her?
"I would rather not return to such festivities," he sneered and noted a pause in her step as she approached. Each step jingling with all the gold laden on her.
"I couldn't agree more, sire," the white-haired woman nodded and Maul felt his temper rise.
"So you would still call me that?" he spat and this time she stopped still, he heard her steps halt, despite his back turned to her. He did not look at her yet.
"You are angry." It was not a question. "Have I… offended you?" she questioned. He spun back to her with a snarl.
"I find myself wondering, Lieutenant, how one could still make claim to be so after such an impassioned speech to the Nightsisters. Does your destiny allow you to walk such a path?" he mocked her, but she did not look upset, instead she smiled. What trickery was this?!
"It is the only path, my Lord," she explained and walked closer, slowly. "I made a promise on my heart-" she repeated her words from before in a soft murmur this time, but she looked directly at him, her hand touching her pendant, the Golden Heart of a Nightsister. "-that we would have vengeance. That we would take power so that none could rule us again." She now stood before him as she repeated her oath, to what he realised was it's true recipient. To him. "...for I have seen my destiny. I will walk this path with clear eyes. I have seen where I will walk. And it is by your side and yours alone, sire." Maul lowered himself to sit on the bed, his eyes widened.
"That oath… none of it was for the clan…?" he frowned a moment, "I have seen you, smiling and laughing with them, they are your people-"
"They only treated me as one of them once Talzin favoured me!" Zaiya hissed, though her anger was not directed at him. "I smile and laugh for the sake of the mask, it is better to have them on my side than to openly make myself their enemy. It is foul to partake in, but I will not jeopardise our plans for power, and I will not burn a bridge unnecessarily." He had to admit, even he had begun to be fooled by it.
"Forgive me, Zaiya… I had thought you had… turned from me." Maul whispered and she drew in close, standing between his knees and cupping his jaw with both hands, he could smell the sweet wine from her lips. This was dangerous.
"Never, my Prince," she whispered and smiled. "Ohinyan na'cacijin," she repeated the words from before. "My loyalty is eternal." Perhaps it was the wine. Or the emotions running through them both that did it. But in the next moment, she leaned down, her lips meeting his in a heated kiss.
So many thoughts and feelings rushed through Maul at that moment. The speech, the dance, the music, her song, and the things said to him by the Nightsister and the Nightbrother. Heat sparked in his chest and suddenly he had something to prove. His kisses became hotter and his hands reached out to grasp her hips, finding the spot just above the wide belt. His bare fingers dug into her cool, soft flesh and his mouth began to trail from her lips, across her jaw and neck. Some instinct riled up inside of him and his teeth found purchase in the smooth skin just above her collarbone, one of his hands sliding over her hips and waist. The sound that came from her made his stomach tighten… she'd not made a sound like that before. He pressed on, trailing his lips, kisses and soft bites along her shoulder. The same hand wandering her curves ghosted the fingertips over her back to the ties that held the gold-covered top in place, he began to pull at them, loosening the fabric. A soft gasp escaped her and he looked up, searching her face for any trace of fear or hesitation. He found none, but asked anyway.
"May I?" he whispered, the urges within him proving too great to deny any longer.
"Yes," she replied, breathily. The pupils of her blue eye dilated and lids seemed heavy. He liked this look on her. With a steady hand, he began to loosen the bangles, arm bands and jewellery on each of her arms, then returned to loosening the ties at her back, while Zaiya slowly removed the ornate headdress. Each item dropped to the floor in a clatter. He could hear her heartsbeat from this close proximity, and it was as elevated as his own. His mouth, trailed hot kisses down her chest, and revealed her bare skin to him the crimson skinned man drew back to look her over and his pupils dilated further.
"Beautiful…" he purred and his gaze rose to her face where she glanced away, rather shyly. His lips moved back to her now warmer than usual pale skin and closed around one of the darkened buds on her breast. The gasp she gave made him pause, was she in pain? But the tightened hand on his shoulder and the other that moved between his horns told him otherwise. Her touch was cool to his hot skin and he adored it, it felt gentle but firm… no one had touched him like this and the pleasure made his eyes flutter. He experimented, touching her with his fingers, lips and tongue, his eyes watching her as much as he could, learning where she liked to be touched, and what sensations made her make different noises. His touches became firmer, more confident. He did this. He made her make those expressions and those sounds. Her hands were the ones to caress him and touch him so gently and lovingly, as he had never experienced before. He could have melted to those touches, but he wouldn't. He had more to do. He couldn't give in yet. Those fools that had questioned his ability… he would not admit to thinking about it. He didn't concern himself… he had nothing to prove, he told himself. Though his kisses said otherwise. The soft flesh of her nipples pebbled to the touch of his hands and his tongue and he found himself enjoying her reactions… even though she squirmed and he had to pull her closer again, firmly, so she would not stray from reach. She seemed shy and he had to keep pushing her arms from covering herself, until he gripped her hips firmly and met her eyes.
"Do not hide yourself from me," he hissed, his hearts were racing now, the door had been opened to such carnal desires, and he wanted more. He wanted to see what else he could do to her.
"Yes sire…" she began but he nipped her hip with his teeth.
"Not sire… not here… use my name, Zaiya," he instructed and could feel her abdominal muscles clench and flex under his fingers. She whispered a word, too soft for even his keen ears to make out and gripped her tighter. "Louder," he told her.
"Maul…" she breathed and he almost shivered. Always had he hated that name, his name. A curse and a cruel voice that spoke it. But not now. Never had he enjoyed hearing that word from anyone. Until it was whispered with such affection from those tattooed lips.
"Again."
"...Maul…" He let out a soft growl and shifted his weight, sliding off the edge of the bed and dropping to one knee at first, moving her so now she was between him and the bed. His fingers bunched in her skirts.
"Again," he goaded and his kisses to her stomach and hips became more fevered, his fingers fiddling with the ties of the belt, tossing the heavy thing aside.
"Maul…!" This one was a little higher… he liked the sound of it. Now he slid the skirts down, baring her in her entirety to him. There was barely any hair to her, a short patch of white curls and below… the scent was one he had barely detected once before, that once or twice some years ago. This however was far more intense and he realised it was the scent of her arousal. This was unknown ground to him, but he was determined as well as curious. He of course knew the basics of anatomy, but the act itself was not something he knew. He was, however, a quick learner. He kept one hand to her hip, rubbing his thumb back and forth slowly across her thigh. His other hand rose and skated up the flesh of the inside of the opposite leg. The stifled sound made him look up into her face and his own pupils dilated at the hunger he saw there. He liked these new expressions, he liked these new sounds… and he certainly hadn't had enough of them. His hand trailed higher, brushing the spot at the very apex between her legs. Her fingers brushed over his scalp again and he leaned closer, pressing his hand a little further and… she was… she was soaked. He knew what it meant… she was… that aroused? Acting more smug than he felt, his eyes flicked upwards as he slid his fingers deeper, feeling her legs part for him. The sense of power rippled through his body and mind.
"What has my little witch so excited?" he teased, his lips curling in a grin as he watched her glance away. So shy, so flustered. He slid his middle finger between her folds as encouragement. Zaiya let out a shuddering breath, and he felt her legs tremble. "Well…?"
"Y-you…!" she gasped and he felt a soft growl escape him at her confession, "always you… the way you touch me… it… I…"
"Does that make you mine, sweet Dawnsister?" he purred, using one of her new titles.
"Yes!" she hissed, "yours! I swear!" The desperation in her voice was doing something to him and he could not deny it this time. He felt her squirm and realised it was from impatience… she wanted more? Well, he could certainly give her that. He leaned closer and ran his tongue along her womanhood, she shuddered and his hands gripped her tighter. He didn't know what he had been expecting her to taste like but… it was a little sweet. He found himself liking this and pressed further, pushing her legs further apart slightly. His tongue found that sensitive little button of hers and it sounded like a breath exploded from her chest as he touched it. So he pressed harder.
"Maul!" she gasped. That was it. That was the sound he wanted. That was how he wanted her to say his name. Her legs were shaking and her knees bent. The look on his face was utterly predatory as he reached up and shoved her back, her back hit the bed and he wasted not a second before diving back in with renewed vigour and intensity. One of her legs curled over his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her thigh, holding her as still as he could, pressing her down, hungry for more of her voice.. And just more of her. Maul was ravenous. He was going to make her scream for him. He needed to hear it again. He needed more. Maul didn't stop, diving in and letting his tongue slide over her, finding what point it was that made her make more of those delicious sounds. He tested the waters, so to speak, eager to find her weak points for once. For so strong and put together she always was, having her fall apart in his hands like this had a bolt of pleasure run through him. It felt good. Too good. There were no thoughts in his head other than the pursuit of her cries and the pleasure that made her do so. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her body writhing in pleasure. Part of him ached to know he could not do more, he wanted to take her, to have her in ways he'd never thought of before she came along. He felt her hips roll and lift from the bed, and used one of his forearms to hold her down, keeping her still for him. Her voice was muffled now and he paused, rising to look at her. She had the crook of her forefinger between her lips, muffling herself.
"I told you not to hide from me…" he rasped, sliding the digits of his other hand along her slit. She moaned, and he could see her teeth digging into her finger as he teased her. "That means your voice as well. Sing for me, Siren," he lowered back down, his tongue once more finding its place on that sensitive spot, his fingers sliding up into her core. Her own hand brushed his arm and clawed at him, her cries loud now, he moved his hand and her own clasped to it, twining her fingers with his. She squeezed his hand and he felt his hearts jolt a little, his own hand gripping her tighter. He felt her squeeze and flinch with every minute action he took. His other hand began to move faster, coaxing more cries from her. Her voice growing higher, music to his ears as any of her Siren songs… he did this… he brought her here. To this moment, to this feeling.
"Maul…!" she gasped again and her voice alone was bringing him a pleasure he'd not felt before. It was strange. He wasn't 'complete' biologically speaking but the pleasure he felt in that moment had him almost forget that entirely. The desire ran through him. He needed this. He squeezed her hand tighter and his other moved even faster. Zaiya's cries filled his ears and his own moans were muffled against her core, it were as though he could feel the pleasure she felt. Her wordless cries growing louder until-
"MAAUUUUL…!" Zaiya's scream filled the room and he felt pleasure rip through his body so powerfully that his vision went white. He felt her thighs flex around his head and shoulders, her body tremble beneath him. His eyes rolled into his head as he struggled to catch his breath. How had she done that to him? Surely she must have…
After what felt like ages, Maul managed to lift himself up and lean over her on the bed. Her hands captured the sides of his face as she kissed him, fevered and blistering. His arms wrapped around her and his tattooed hands held her bare form to him.
"You're mine, Zaiya…" he hissed against her soft, sweet mouth.
"Always," she replied without hesitation.
Notes:
Well! It's about time, isn't it? Was it worth the wait? True that it's not the 'full event' but that is also in the works... gotta get his other half back first. In all honesty I was worried about this chapter, I wanted it to be sweet, not crude or distasteful. Let me know if you think it is, or if you think the wording could be more explicit. Also, do we like that it was from Maul's POV? Do we want Zaiya's thoughts next time? You may notice that this one is a little short, but there is a longer chapter next week! And finally finally they are headed to Kamino! I have been teasing that almost as long as this chapter! We get to hang out with all the clones! Yay! Now, as always I have been busy with many projects but I cannot tell you how getting a notification of a comment makes my little heart soar! I love it! I love that you guys love it! I love your feedback and your messages/comments! THANK YOU! As for next week, there isn't as much action, but Zaiya and Maul finally get to talk without the Nightsisters looming over their shoulders. I shall see you then!
