Together - Part 2

Preparations were quick.

The two of them had redressed and come down for the morning meal, though not everything had been edible for zabraks.

As it turned out, selling the ship was easier than they thought, as Fegerin and Jannita had been looking for one for their son. It was a perfect transaction and Maul and Zaiya had managed to leave the little inn with a decent amount of credits and depart with their go bags and two speeders. Initially Zaiya had suggested just one, but Maul was insistent. That was to say he demanded it.

Far be it for her to impede his independence.

There would be a day to travel from this little town to the main space port, but the scenic route would have to do. Thankfully, as they left the swamp behind, the marshes eventually became grasslands and sparse woodland.

All they had to do would be to follow the river and they would find the port in another rotation. It was a detour but she wanted to ensure that their trail was covered, she didn't want the Republic tracking her… though of course once they left, there was every likelihood the Jedi might go to Dathomir or find them by chance…

Part of her wanted to ensure Maul was healed. Apparently there was a travellers cabin between the inn and the station, the kind couple had given them the passcode to use it, Zaiya hoped Maul would allow a short respite there.

The landscape had become far more pleasant and far less pungent as they travelled and it was when the sun was beginning to sink that they reached the cabin. It was a simple building, a verandah of wood, and wide windows behind durasteel shutters. Once the cabin was unlocked it was rather quaint, and Zaiya was rather curious about the place. The heating was primitive fire and there were no droids.

The sun was beginning to cast that golden light across the sky as Zaiya took to meditating on the deck. She sat relaxed, eyes closed and facing the setting sun, having washed and dressed in the fitted leggings and top, her long white curls hung all the way down her back, the ends of her hair just touching the deck below.

She had forgone shoes, and gloves; the humid climate made her hands clammy and she wanted to connect with the nature around them more fully, now that she was no longer in a closed off, monitored and temperature controlled environment.

She heard bare feet on wood and sensed her Lord standing just by her right shoulder.

"I have studied the spell for your tattoos," she said quietly. He didn't answer. "I can perform it if you wish." She heard his weight shift by the slight creak in the boards.

"Now?" he asked.

"Yes sire, I believe I can." She felt the silence weigh on her, almost feeling his eyes boring into her back.

"Very well."

Zaiya's eyes opened slowly and she looked up over her shoulder, a small smile on her lips. She shifted and gestured to the wooden verandah in front of her, there was a rug from inside she'd brought out to sit on, and she shifted back to allow him to lay down. He seemed hesitant, and eventually approached, though when he knelt she stopped him, an embarrassed expression on her face.

"You… uh, you have to… to uhm, take your clothes off." She ran a hand over her braid, feeling heat rising up her body to her neck. He stared at her again, but she did not dare look at him at that moment.

Another moment passed and he began to strip his tunic and out of the corner of her eye she could see crimson and black flesh coming into view. She bit her lower lip. This was getting ridiculous. After this morning, she couldn't look at him the same way… it was like the night of the ritual dance. A new side of him that she couldn't get out of her mind.

But she had to focus. Her studies into the magick arts over the past few weeks had showed her how to craft the spells, delve into the flow of energy that was his very being and pull at the magicks and Force around him. The markings were uniquely him, only him. She had to connect to what was in essence his soul, and bring forth the markings that would be etched into his skin permanently.

It had not been done on an adult in many many years. It was far harder to connect, to open up, but Zaiya hoped that she might be able to.

"You need to relax," she began as she had him lay back, his head in her lap as she knelt, her knees and ankles together under her. "And not just in mind but body, I need you to let me in." He looked up at her and frowned, having said nothing yet. His eyes said enough as she slid the cloak off her shoulders and took his hands in hers, lacing their fingers together.

"I know it won't be easy," she admitted, "but I need to connect to you in the Force. You'll have to open everything to me."

"Everything?" he asked, his voice a whisper.

"Everything, from you to I and I to you."

Once again he stared at her. As though trying to figure out if he ought to just get back up and dressed again, but after a long moment, he gripped her hands tighter and closed his eyes. She too closed hers and let herself sink into the Force, as though into a river, letting it flow around her, and in her. Feeling the coolness from herself, and the raging heat from Maul.

He hesitated at first, a slow gentle tendril through the Force reached out. She too was gentle, welcoming him in that he would feel safe. It was as though they stood together, reaching out their hands in a void, reaching for one another and gingerly bringing the other closer… closer.

There was acceptance, and in the Force they were embraced, Zaiya's forehead resting on his. She could hear his breathing though in this meditative state it was far away. She felt his pain, his anger, the deep well of darkness that existed in him, the absolute agony he was in. But also… a tiny spot of light. Flickering against the blackness like a candle in the smothering dark. She reached for it, and heat rushed through her. She could feel him, all of him and this light filled her mind and senses completely as though her touch made it explode outward.

She held tighter to it and it seemed to pull her in, enveloping her.

There you are… she whispered to the feeling, yet she did not speak. I missed you.

I'm always here, his voice replied in her mind. I never left, you kept me alive. She could feel the fluttering in her chest through their connection.

This will hurt, she warned, almost feeling the way his arms slid around her.

You could never hurt me, not really. There was a breathy chuckle and she almost felt his smile against her hair.

It will only be a short time, then I will stop, she assured, then turned, sensing more than seeing him in this Force-vision.

I know. She could almost see the gentleness of his expression, the warmth in his eyes… but it was so blurry.

Zaiya held firmly to his hands and began to whisper, calling up the green magicks of the nexus and letting it flow over his form. She heard him suck in a breath harshly, as the cold green power engulfed his body.

The marks burned themselves with cold fire into his skin, searing the crimson flesh black as the connection allowed her to feel the flow of his inner self to show on his skin. First his feet, ankles, calves, knees… higher up his thighs as the magick swirled and engulfed him, higher and higher, leaving the markings that were a reflection of his power in its wake, until finally it reached his scar.

She felt him twisting and convulsing, cries of pain as he endured the agony of his Life Markings returning to his renewed body. It felt like a stab to the heart, hearing those cries again. She could almost feel it herself, and it was worse than if it were her own pain. As with her first memory, she was with him, reaching out as he endured this. The scream of agony as the magick met his scar was deafening, and she met it with one of her own, the pain flowing through their connection, stabbing at her heart.

Eventually of course the power faded, and after a moment she could open her eyes, the cool breeze kissing the sheen of sweat on her neck and forehead. She looked down, both of them panting from the exertion and there was a look in his eyes she had not really seen before.

With a glimpse to the rest of him, her eyes widened.

"It worked," she breathed. Maul's gaze dropped and he sat up, looking at his legs with that same wide-eyed expression as when he came out of the tank. Zaiya realised there were tears on her face, both from the pain and now with relief. "You're whole…"

Maul turned, seeing her tears he seemed alarmed for a moment and he brushed his thumb over her cheek.

"What is this?" he asked and shifted a little closer.

"I'm just… so glad that you're-" she gestured at him and let out a laugh of pure relief.

"You did this," he replied softly, "you did this… for me." He seemed confused and she cupped his cheeks in both hands.

"Of course I did," she said, as though it were so simple. To her of course it was.

"Why?" he asked. She tilted her head. Did he really not know?

"Because I want to, because I must… because I… I would do anything for you." Her voice was so soft, sounding embarrassed almost to admit it out loud, she knew he thought sentiment was foolish, and that her compassion was weak, but she was not about to lie to him.

He didn't scoff at her though. He didn't dismiss it. No, he stared back at her, similar as he had been doing all day, but this time his eyes were wide. He looked at her like he was seeing more than just her body sitting before him. He seemed to look into her, the intensity made her shiver. A second later, his hands held either side of her head, diving in as his mouth crashed against hers.

For a moment Zaiya felt boneless, had she been standing she might have lost her legs completely. The connection between them had not closed, and with the kiss it was as though she fell back into him. His firm hands slid over her, one to the back of her neck and the other down her side. Her own hands grazed his bare chest and her nails trailed his tattoos that only made him groan into her mouth.

Goddess help her, she liked that sound. She liked to hear him make those noises, more than that she liked knowing she was the cause. Her lips parted and he dived deeper into her kiss, and she felt his tongue against her lower lip. She parted them and he dragged her in closer, leaning over her, almost crawling over her as he pushed her back gently, almost cradling her as he laid her back against the rug below them.

His kisses moved, trailing across her jaw, and he pulled her long curls aside, breathing in her scent and groaning as though it were some kind of drug. She felt his breath fan her neck and her arms slid around him, one hand slipped up and her fingers caressed between his horns.

The sound in her ear made her weak. Zaiya collapsed back against the rug completely, Maul leaned over her, pressed against her and had her pinned to the floor.

"Maul…" she whimpered, sounding pathetic, but Maul just hissed a breath in her ear. A second later she felt bliss surge through her system as his teeth sank into the soft skin at the base of her neck.

There was lightning in every nerve, ecstasy tinged with a hint of pain. She could have destroyed a sun with the amount of energy she felt in her at that moment. Her eyes rolled, her back arched and she screamed his name. She felt his fingers dig into her.

"Zaiya…" he moaned, his tongue ran over the bite mark and she felt him press against her. He brushed her thigh and she felt- she felt… oh Goddess. "You're mine…" he growled and she nearly melted right there.

"I'm yours…" she whispered back against his lips. "Always yours."

That seemed to be all the permission he needed. He kissed her hard, desperate and frenzied and he tore at the clothes she wore, yanking her shirt over her head and off, her leggings and rest of her undergarments being tugged away as though he needed the touch of her skin to live.

His nails raked against her skin and left stinging trails but she didn't care. Gone were her worries of appropriateness, about whether she ought to do this… all she knew was that she wanted more of this. More of his touch, his kiss, his skin. More of him.

Her hands clawed at his back as his mouth trailed more kisses, bites and muffled groans along her neck and collarbone. One hand reached up to cup her breast, squeezing it in his strong hand, the other slid up between her smooth pale thighs.

The sensual assault had her writhing as he teased one hard nipple between his fingers and latched to the other breast with his hot mouth and sucked firmly. His other hand pressed at the apex of her legs and along her slit. She realised then just how aroused she was as his long finger slipped easily against her womanhood, stroking and rubbing at her sensitive clit. Zaiya muffled her almost-scream against her hand as the other gripped his shoulder. He groaned, his tongue flicking rapidly over her nipple as he pinched the other. She shifted and her hips rose, more of Maul's fingers brushed against her soaked entrance.

"Is all this for me?" he hissed with a smirk as he lifted his mouth from her. His middle finger sank inside her, all the way in and curled deliciously. "Do I make you feel like this?"

"Yes!" she gasped, her eyes rolled and her hips lifted. He began to move his hand, his thumb on her clit as he pleasured her. Maul's eyes, glowing gold in the low light of dusk, looked over her face, she could barely see for the way her body squirmed and her lashes fluttered.

He kissed her hungrily and she felt him press against her leg, his whole body shuddering on contact. His hands became more frenzied, another finger adding to the first, and his mouth roamed between sucking on her nipples or her neck.

Suddenly she felt the pressure rising, the pleasure growing and her body becoming more addicted to this touch by the second. Her breathing must have changed, and she felt Maul tense, his eyes locked onto her like a predator as his fingers thrust more rapidly, his thumb making steady but quick circles. She could feel his own hips rolling as he rubbed himself against her.

Her hands gripped his shoulders and massaged between his horns but as she began to get louder, she could only hold on.

"Sire… I'm going to-"

"Say my name," he growled against her skin, "say my name as you come on my fingers…!" She'd never heard him say something like that before and the shock of how hot it sounded hit her hard. She did indeed scream his name, her inner walls spasming on his fingers, and she came hard.

Nothing felt like this. Nothing was as perfect as this.

He made her feel like the most beautiful being in the galaxy.

She dragged him down to kiss her again, sliding her tongue on his, suckling on it and his lower lip I. A way that made him make a sound that turned her bones to jelly as much as the orgasm did.

The Nightsister was still catching her breath when he pulled back from her kiss-bruised lips.

"I'm not done with you yet."


He was ignited. The power that he had felt, the way they had melded together had unlocked something in him he had been denying himself for… how long? How long had he wanted to do this? Kiss her deep, feel his skin on hers, grip her long silky curls in his fingers or make her scream in bliss. How long had it really been? More than just the pleasures of the flesh he had denied himself, how long had he been craving to hold her, draw her close and not let go? How long had it been since he had looked into her eyes and said to himself, in the recesses of his mind, that she was his Starlight.

He could barely breathe for the desire burning in his veins, the deep ache that only her touch could ease. The power she had over him. In that moment he could not deny it. He would do anything she wanted. Anything to remain by her side.

His mouth left a trail of kisses in his wake, nips and bites, the desire to mark her flesh, leave proof of her pleasure on her body. He had done this. She was so powerful and beautiful and utterly perfect… and it was he that could do this to her, that could make her weak.

His fingers curled within her again and she cried out.

Oh that sound.

Such a song of which he would never tire. But now he wanted a symphony.

Maul shifted his weight and lowered himself, down her body. Eager, hungry hands parted her legs and he growled as one long smooth limb curled around his shoulders. He was out of patience and his desperate tongue lapped at her womanhood desperately. Delving inside as she tried to muffle herself again. The crimson zabrak growled, his glowing eyes flicked up at her in warning as he nipped her soft thigh.

"I want to hear you," he hissed at her and he felt her clench around his fingers. The sensation made him ache. He was almost in pain with how hard he was. His legs had returned to him, but so too had the parts of him that brought with them a raging desire.

Fingers and tongue worked against her in tandem to urge more gasps from her, working in an almost frenzy to increase her pleasure, to hear her cries. To feel her hands grasping him.

She wanted this, just as much as he did. He could feel her raw desire through their connection, and it rendered him just as weak as he made her. Beneath him, Zaiya writhed and trembled, her body in the throes of utter bliss that he had given her. She looked so beautiful like this.

He heard her breath hitch, his tongue flicking back and forth over her clit rapidly. His fingers slid in and out of her entrance, her slick coating his hand and down his arm. He had to make her come again, he needed to. He would render her a breathless mess and prove just how much he could satisfy her. She would never allow another to kiss her again… not after this.

Maul teased and tormented her, bringing her closer and closer to the brink, hearing her moans get louder and louder. He looked up to watch her face again. Watching her during the peak of orgasm was breathtaking, she was so uninhibited.

"Zaiya…" he breathed, his breath hot against her skin, her only response was a wavering moan as her back arched. "...mine…" he groaned and sucked hard on her clit.

The scream was just as powerful as the first. If not more. It was music from his Siren as her hips jerked off the rug they lay upon and she gushed over his fingers and face. Had he less discipline he might have finished right then. The wave of pleasure from her through the Force made him breathless, his free hand dug into her hip. He didn't stop, fingers, lips and tongue kept going, even as she began to come down from her high. He felt her shift and writhe and he knew… he couldn't hold back anymore.

Kisses trailed back up her body, meeting her lips again with vigour. She returned his kiss, clinging to him as he met her. His hips jerked and brushed against her.

"I need you," he hissed, lips capturing her earlobe. "May I?" He knew she wanted him as badly as he, but he needed to hear it. He needed to hear her say it.

"Yes…" she panted, sliding her hands over his and grasping his own, lacing their fingers together. His body rolled against her, the way their hands melded together, it made him feel so connected.

"I want you, Maul…" she breathed, and squeezed her hand against his. Her eyes were bright, gleaming and desperate, seeing her like this was… so beautiful. Zaiya leaned up and nipped his jaw, whispering in his ear. "Make love to me, my Prince," she whispered and Maul almost melted. One of her soft legs curled around his hips and he tilted them to bring him to the right angle.

He caught at her entrance and they both gasped, slick with both of their juices, he ached for her. It was painful the way he felt. His hands gripped her tight and he slowly sank into her.

It was the greatest pleasure he'd ever felt. Especially the way she arched into him, moaning in pleasure, her eyes rolling in her head. Finally, after so long. He didn't realise how much he needed it until right then… now he didn't think he could ever go back to denying himself. Too quickly she was becoming an addiction.

He slowly met her hips with his, filling her as she squeezed around him. It was bliss beyond anything he knew before and in that moment; their bodies entwined under the setting sun, her mouth on his… he knew he would not ever be able to let her go. She was his… but more than that - damn the Sith, his former Master and the rules of his training he denied them all right then, knowing deep in his hearts that he was hers as well.

He held himself still for a moment, trying not to lose it immediately. He'd never felt a touch like this and his body was already so sensitive… It was not easy.

Slowly, Maul began to slide against her, his cock filling her completely before pulling out again. A deep growl escaped him and the desires overtook him, he couldn't stop.

"Perfect… So perfect… my Zaiya… I- fuck!" he so rarely cursed but the word came to him without thought, she felt too good.

"Maul…!" she gasped, her sweet voice breathy and strained. "Please… don't stop… don't- ohhh Gods…" she gripped him tighter as he thrust into her with a powerful stroke, slamming into her cervix. The reaction was incredible. She screamed out his name, her whole body tensed and she clenched around him. He nearly collapsed atop her but steeled himself, picking up the pace; the gentle passion becoming more hurried again.

He knew he couldn't last… not with her warm velvety walls slick around his length, his entire body burned for her and he could barely stand it. Her other leg hooked around his waist and he grabbed hold, squeezing her thigh as he began to slam into her, harder, faster.

"Mine… my Zaiya… my little witch…" he panted feeling her slick coating him all over. He couldn't take it… she felt incredible-

"All yours…" she nodded, looking almost delirious. "Only yours!" That was it. Maul hilted within her and slammed deep, the pleasure like a bolt of lightning through him as his eyes rolled. The crimson Zabrak cried out, a roar of raw animalistic lust as he felt himself careen over the edge. Spots in his vision as he felt himself coming, filling her with his hot cum.

She looked up at him like he was bathed in holy light… The awe on her face made him shiver. But the pleasure didn't stop. He couldn't. Selfish as it was he needed more, he needed to make her come again. The powerful thrusts began once more, and he shifted her, moving her legs to drape over his shoulders as he pistoned himself in and out. He hadn't even softened, his arousal was far too heightened for that.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped and held onto him tighter.

"That's it… that's it Zaiya… perfect… so perfect…" he groaned against her neck.

"Please… don't stop… please… Goddess please, fuck me Maul…" Zaiya called his name and the sound of it was something he would never tire of. Strong and powerful hands seized her hips and he rolled them to switch positions, her rank in command had sparked an idea in him.

Zaiya made a sound of shock as she was pushed up, and leaned back, sitting on his hips, her hands on his chest, with him still hilted in her perfect pussy. She looked down at him in surprise and he flashed her a grin, despite feeling ragged from pleasure.

"You want this?" he said breathily, "take it… take what you want from me." She seemed hesitant at first, but the first roll of her hips and the pressure of the movement had his eyes roll back into his skull. His fingers dug into her plush hips as he grinded into her. The sound she made was deliciously sinful and he felt himself twitch inside her.

She began to ride him, and he managed to open his eyes, eager to watch her. It was his turn to gaze in reverence however; seeing her there, against the background of the gold red and purple sky, the light dancing across her thighs, stomach, breasts, shoulders and face… The way it caught in her hair like that. The look of euphoria on her features as she slid and rocked over him…

"Goddess…" he whispered. This image of absolute divinity and ecstasy would be burned into his mind for the rest of his life. Part of him wanted to stay right there forever. Never let her go, just continue to watch her gasp and moan for him, sitting on him like a Queen on her throne.

A Queen. Yes, how could she be anything less?

He felt her grinding on him and he lifted his hips, fucking up into her as she rode him. He couldn't help himself, the delicious sounds she made and the way her hands pressed against his chest were too addicting.

"Maul!" she gasped and leaned over him, she seized one hand and pinned it above her head, lacing their fingers together again. Clearly she loved this connection between them.

Sithhells, so did he. So intimate and powerful. Her other hand slid up his chest and neck, cupping his face as she whispered against his lips between soft luscious kisses.

"My perfect Prince… you have no idea… need you so--fuuuck-- I need all of you… always been yours… since my first day… forever…"

Such confessions! He revelled in them, his other hand sliding from her thigh, across the round perfect ass he had always denied himself from even looking at, up her soft belly, along her sides and over her large breasts and then up the back of her neck to fist in her hair at the back of her head.

"My Queen…" he growled, kissing her hard. Her movements became more frantic and her hips stuttered. His eyes widened slightly, she was going to come! "Yes…!" he hissed, his eyes widening slightly, his body tensed. "Come for me Zaiya… come for me!"

Wetness coated both of them, the sound their bodies made as the Nightsister's hips met his own filled the air as Zaiya was silent for a moment. She sucked in a breath and he watched her hit that moment. Her body tensed and he felt it.

The way her inner walls spasmed on his cock as her back arched, the way hot cum gushed over him from within her. Her head tilted back to the darkening sky and she screamed. The erotic sound and vision sent him over the edge. His cry of bliss joined hers as his hips arched off the floor and he exploded deep inside, the heat was intense but only added to his pleasure.

Both of them were panting as they began to recover, Zaiya slowly sank down beside him and regrettably his cock slipped from her as she lay there, trying to catch her breath. Immediately his arms were around her and he held her close.

Both of them were left in sweating panting messes but he didn't care. It was perfect. He looked down at her, if Angels actually existed surely he'd found one.

"You called me a Queen," she whispered, having finally caught her breath enough to talk to him, he shifted and positioned himself for her to rest her head on his arm.

"You are," he replied without thinking.

"Then I suppose you must then be my King," she chuckled. A shiver ran up his spine and a grin formed on his lips.

"I like the sound of that," he whispered, and drew in close to kiss her slowly and sensually.

"My King…" she repeated against his mouth. Maul let out a groan.

"Keep that up and I will have to take you again," he growled in warning. As his golden gaze flicked over her face, he watched her lips curl into a wicked grin and he chucked. "Wicked little thing," he muttered, grasping her jaw. He was going to enjoy wearing her out.

All.

Night.

Long.


Notes:

WE DID IT LADS AND LASSIES! CHAPTER 100 LESSGOOOOOOOOOO!

They finally did it! They finally got there and actually did the deed! MY GOD! Slow burns got nothin on me! Hopefully it was worth the wait, and yes they will likely be intimate more often now.

I hope you all liked the Q&A! I hope I answered all your questions and you have a bit more insight!

100 chapters... wow... that's massive. I hope you have enjoyed them so far and hope you like the chapter. I went all out for this one.

As always I love the feedback and comments, they have really helped me keep going for these 100 chapters. Hopefully we have plenty more where that came from!