Firefly Pov
Firefly could have died at that moment, utterly content, as Maul's sharp teeth sank into her neck. The sensation was electric, not just physical but deeply rooted in their bond, a connection that pulsed with the raw, unrestrained energy of their shared acceptance. She could feel the emotions he fed into her his need, his hunger, his love and what she sent back in return: trust, devotion, and an unshakable sense of belonging.
For months, Maul had claimed her as his, his to own, to protect, to rule. But now, as his presence pressed into her through their bond, she felt something shift. He saw her as more than just a light in the darkness, more than a possession to dominate. His darkness didn't seek to extinguish her glow, nor did he fight against the light she brought into his soul. Instead, there was balance a silent acknowledgment that they were equals, bound not by chains but by choice.
She had offered him her trust, baring her neck in surrender, and it had been enough to tip the balance. She could feel it in the way his darkness wrapped around her light, not smothering but embracing. He was hers as much as she was his, their souls entwined in a way that defied words.
Her breath hitched as his mouth lingered on her neck, drinking from her light, the golden essence that coursed through her like blood. She felt no fear, no hesitation, as he took what he needed. Her trust in him was absolute, knowing he would never push beyond what she could give, even as his hunger threatened to consume them both. She shivered as his tongue lapped at the golden liquid that seeped from her neck, her light willingly offered and gladly received.
When he finally pulled back, his breath was warm against her skin, and his forehead rested against hers, the rough scrape of his horns brushing lightly against her golden hair. His eyes remained closed, his chest heaving as he absorbed the energy she had poured into him. She could feel her light humming within him, faint but present, glowing just beneath his scarred black and red skin.
Her golden fingers trailed lightly across his collarbone, tracing the lines of his tattoos where her light shimmered faintly under his flesh. It was subtle, a glimmer like starlight caught in the darkness, but it was there. Her touch was soft, reverent, as she marveled at the sight.
"Beautiful," she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with awe as her fingers continued their gentle path. She traced the sharp lines of his tattoos, the curve of his muscles, and the contrast of red and black that defined him.
Maul's golden eyes opened slowly, following the motion of her fingers as they danced across his skin. She felt the tension ripple through him, the way his body stiffened ever so slightly at her words. He was unaccustomed to praise, to being seen as anything other than a weapon or a creature of fear. Her simple compliment seemed to unnerve him in a way nothing else could.
Firefly couldn't help the soft, amused smile that tugged at her lips. She could feel his discomfort through the bond, the disbelief that someone could find him beautiful, even as he showered her with words of adoration without hesitation. He could give, but he struggled to receive.
"You don't believe me," Firefly said softly, her tone laced with teasing bite, though her intentions burned hotter than any jest. She would make him believe her. Slowly, her mouth curved into a wicked grin, her luminous lips pulling upward with mischief as she caught sight of a vulnerability in Maul's carefully crafted armor. She would exploit it, cherish it, and revel in it endlessly.
Maul shifted, sensing her intentions like a predator sensing a trap. His golden eyes narrowed in warning as he unwound himself from her, stepping back with deliberate, measured movements. Rising to his full height, he loomed over her, his red and black skin glistening faintly from the remnants of her light. The intricate patterns of his tattoos seemed to ripple under her glow, and the dark, metallic gleam of his mechanical legs shimmered faintly in the pale luminescence of her body.
She drank in the sight of him, standing tall and unyielding, like an ancient warlord or a king of old, forged in fire and shadow. Her chest tightened with possessiveness and desire, and her voice came softly, her words like a caress. "Magnificent," she murmured, her blue eyes tracing every angle of his form.
With deliberate grace, Firefly moved, shifting herself to her knees before him. Her slow, measured movements were hypnotic, and her gaze never wavered from his. She heard the sharp intake of his breath as she knelt fully, her slender hands finding purchase on his cold, unyielding legs. The contrast between her warm, glowing touch and his forged steel seemed to ignite a spark that danced between them.
As her upper body pressed to his mechanical legs, her golden and green light cast shifting patterns across the pale earth. She kissed the cool metal, her lips brushing over it with tenderness and reverence. The tang of alloy mingled with his unique scent, filling her senses. "Exquisite," she whispered, her voice like molten honey, each syllable laced with affection.
Her lips traced upward, kissing along the smooth lines of his cybernetic limbs. She could feel the faint tremor that ran through him, his body betraying the connection he had to these forged extensions of himself. She remembered watching them be reforged on Dathomir, molded from dark magics and green mists to become a part of him, as much his essence as his flesh and they were as much part of him as her wings are a part of her.
She felt his claws flex, the tension in him rising, as if he were about to seize her and pull her into his grasp. But before he could act, she moved. Her bare chest brushed against his legs, her soft skin scraping lightly against the cold steel as she climbed upward. She felt his bond with her stutter, his anticipation roaring in her mind like a storm barely contained.
Her wings fluttered faintly as she arched into him, her golden body gleaming as she reached his waist, her lips grazing the center of his metal hips. A shudder rippled through him, the sensation amplified by the bond they shared. Firefly smirked, knowing she had unraveled him in a way no one else ever could.
She continued her ascent, her every movement deliberate and graceful. Slowly, she shifted her weight, tucking her legs beneath her until she rose higher. Her glowing form pressed closer to his abdomen, and she could feel the tautness of his muscles, coiled and ready. Her lips found the vulnerable curve of his ribs, her kisses trailing along the jagged tattoos etched into his skin.
"Breathtaking," Firefly whispered, her voice a sultry hum that reverberated against Maul's overheated skin. The sensation sent ripples through him, and she reveled in the wild rhythm of his twin hearts, their frantic, out-of-sync pounding thrumming beneath her lips. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the intricate ridges of his chest, each mark of his body a testament to his trials and victories. Her breath, warm and inviting, ghosted over him, sending a shiver rippling through his powerful frame.
Her lips found the edges of his pec, her kisses deliberate and reverent, tasting the power and strength that defined him. As her mouth grazed his nipple, a low, guttural growl rumbled deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through her own body like a resonating drum. His tension was palpable, his restraint a coiled spring that trembled under her ministrations, his dark claws flexing with the effort of holding himself back.
Her golden body pressed to his like molten light, her curves molding to his unyielding form as though she were crafted solely for him. "Extraordinary," she murmured, her lips brushing over the spot where both of his hearts beat wildly beneath his skin. She lingered there, her warm breath and soft words mingling with the raw, searing heat of his presence.
Her hands, delicate yet steady with purpose, slid up the cool metal of his hips, the sharp contrast only fueling the bond sparking between them. Her fingers trailed upward, unflinching as they met the rough, scarred expanse of his back. She grasped him with fearless certainty, her touch grounding him and burning away any doubt.
Firefly leaned back slightly, her radiant gaze locking with his molten golden eyes. They burned like suns capable of sundered worlds, but she didn't flinch; she met their fire with her own. "A God made fleshjust for me," she said, her voice ringing with truth and an edge of possessive power that matched his own.
Her declaration hung in the charged air, electrifying the space between them. Slowly, she rose to her full height, the crown of her head just reaching his neck. Her golden toes lifted her higher, her body glowing brighter as she pressed herself fully to him. Her arms slid upward, her touch gliding over the sensitive lines of his scarred back until her fingers gripped the powerful curve of his shoulders. Their bodies fused in a perfect symmetry of light and darkness, her warm glow casting patterns over his red and black skin.
"And you're all mine," she purred into his black-tipped ear, her voice velvet and steel, a mix of affection and command. She felt his restraint falter, the fragile chains of his control snapping with each word.
Her teeth grazed his ear, and then, with deliberate precision, she bit down lightly as she whispered, "Mine."
That single word shattered the last vestiges of Maul's self-control. A growl erupted from deep within him, primal and unrestrained, as his arms encircled her with possessive ferocity. The bond between them surged like a supernova, light and darkness entwining in a fusion so intense it felt as though the galaxy itself held its breath.
Firefly smirked against his skin, her triumph radiating through their connection as she surrendered herself fully to the storm she had unleashed and the force of the man who was hers in every way that mattered.
They remained entwined for what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, their connection consuming everything around them. The heat and need that had driven them were momentarily sated, though beneath their skin, the fire still smoldered like a well-fed predator waiting to awaken again. Firefly basked in the bond that hummed between them, content in the afterglow of their union.
But the serenity was short-lived as an impatient pulse tugged at the edges of the bond a sharp flare of annoyance from Savage. His frustration radiated like an unspoken challenge, his anger growing so palpable that Maul growled low in his throat, a sound more animal than sentient. "My apprentice needs to learn patience," Maul snarled, his tone cold and calculating. "He will understand his place, or he will be reminded of it."
Firefly laughed, her voice soft and melodic like chiming bells, even as her head rested tiredly against Maul's chest. "I don't envy him right now," she murmured, her breath warm against his scarred skin. Maul's claws, so deadly in battle, traced featherlight patterns across one of her emerald wings, sending a shiver through her. The contrast of his touch gentle yet firm was a reminder of the duality in him that she adored.
Her glowing hair spilled like a river of molten light across his chest as she stretched languidly above him, her muscles protesting with soft pops and cracks. Maul's golden eyes tracked her every movement, half-lidded and gleaming, his expression one of lazy satisfaction. He looked more like a Nexu basking in the aftermath of a hunt than the formidable Sith Lord he was.
The contentment that flowed through their bond warmed her, soothing the aches in her body and soul alike. Firefly met his gaze, her smile soft and tender. "We shouldn't make them wait much longer," she said, her tone holding a trace of guilt for making Savage wait so long to have his master return. But it was only a trace she didn't regret stealing Maul's time for herself.
As she spoke, her light rippled beneath her skin, flickering and dimming slightly. Maul's sharp eyes caught the change instantly, and his claws stilled against her wing. He sighed deeply, his expression tightening, though his golden eyes softened as he leaned forward. His clawed hand cupped her glowing cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin as though she were the most delicate treasure in the galaxy.
Maul pulled her closer, his lips claiming hers in a kiss that was achingly soft, a rare tenderness that melted her to her core. In that moment, Firefly felt the unspoken truth between them: she was his light in the endless darkness, and he would not let it fade. When he pulled away, his eyes lingered on her face, and the weight of his concern pressed against her through the bond.
She smiled faintly and placed her hand over his. "You're always worth it," she whispered, her voice carrying the truth of her words. She saw the flicker of approval in his eyes, accompanied by the rare sound of his low chuckle.
"Come, Firefly," he said, his tone commanding yet warm. "I am needed in my kingdom."
He rose with ease, offering his hand to her. Firefly took it and let him pull her to her feet. As they walked side by side, she focused her energy, her light shimmering faintly as she formed a flowing dress of starlight to cover her nude form. The ethereal gown clung to her frame, shifting and sparkling like the night sky. She felt Maul's approval through the bond as his eyes trailed over her, lingering just long enough to draw a playful smirk from her lips.
They stopped beneath the floating city, its lights faint and distant above them. Firefly tilted her head back, her gaze tracing the glow with mild amusement before she turned to Maul, her expression sly. "Need a lift?" she asked, her voice laced with teasing condescension as hergreen wings stretched out behind her.
Maul's golden eyes narrowed, a guttural growl rumbling low in his chest. He didn't bother responding verbally to her teasing remark; instead, he closed his eyes and focused upward. Firefly felt the air around him shift as the Force rippled outward, its power bending to his will. She could sense his intention, sharp and deliberate, as he summoned something from above the floating city.
Crossing her arms, her smirk deepened as she watched him in silence. The air grew still for a moment before a loud, mechanical roar broke through the quiet. A sleek, black speeder descended from the metal towers above, its polished exterior gleaming faintly in the low light. It landed with a sharp hiss of repulsorlifts, coming to rest a few feet from Maul.
He glanced at her, his smirk cold and confident, before stepping onto the speeder and gripping the throttle. The engine roared to life as he launched it forward, tearing across the barren ground before soaring into the air. Firefly's gaze followed him, her luminous blue eyes reflecting the trail of light the speeder left in its wake.
For a long moment, she stood on the pale, lifeless earth, her golden glow a stark contrast to the desolation around her. She turned her gaze downward, her thoughts drifting. Was this world once alive, vibrant, and teeming with beauty? Had it known peace before it was reduced to this graveyard of metal and stone? The stillness reminded her painfully of Daithmare and of her own home, once lush and thriving, now scarred by the horrors of war.
A ripple of warning coursed through her body, her light flickering faintly beneath her skin. She could feel it now the waning energy from being too long separated from the stars, the source of her strength, her song echoing softly in her core. She hated the thought of leaving Maul to recharge under the light of her people's distant stars, even for a short time. Her gaze followed the path of his speeder as it disappeared among the towering spires of the floating city.
Pushing her frustration aside, she focused on the progress she'd made. She had grown stronger able to stay away from the stars for days at a time, provided she conserved her energy. It was a small victory, but she clung to it.
With a sigh, she opened her expansive emerald wings, the light radiating from them bathing the ground in a soft green hue. With a powerful push, she launched herself into the air, her wings slicing through the dead air effortlessly. The sensation of flight exhilarated her, the wind rushing against her skin and tangling her golden hair and dress. It felt as though the sky itself embraced her, its invisible fingers kissing her as she climbed higher and higher as she blew past the landing platform.
Her keen eyes scanned below as she hovered high above the platform. She spotted Maul standing next to his speeder on a landing platform alongside Savage. But what caught her attention was the small group of Mandalorians standing with them. Their armor, painted in Maul's signature red and black, bore a menacing and loyal design. One of them even wore a helmet adorned with horns, an unsettling homage to Maul himself.
Firefly's fiery blue eyes narrowed, her golden glow intensifying. Her light burned harshly, casting sharp green shadows across the platform below. She felt the weight of their gazes as they turned to look up at her, whispers and murmurs rippling among them.
"See, I told you she was real," one of them muttered in awe.
Her fingers twitched, an instinctive desire to summon her weapons and defend Maul rising within her. These warriors, though clearly loyal to him, were strangers to her. But before she could act, Maul's fiery gaze met hers, his will pouring through the bond they shared.
Stay your hand.
His command was clear, his power wrapping around her like a vice. She could feel Savage's restrained tension and the Mandalorians' awe, but there was no immediate threat. She let out a soft breath, her light dimming slightly as she reined in her aggression. They were his people, and Maul had claimed them. She would not attack what belonged to him unless provoked or if he was in danger.
Slowly, she nodded in submission, her wings folding slightly as she descended. Her glowing form floated down to the platform with ethereal grace, landing lightly beside Maul and Savage. Her light softened, a protective warmth radiating from her as she stood at his side.
Firefly's descent was as graceful as the fall of a feather, her bare golden feet landing softly on the cold metal of the platform. The icy touch of the steel sent a faint shiver up her spine, though she barely acknowledged it, her focus shifting to Savage.
His yellow and black skin seemed to glow faintly, as though vitality itself coursed through him. His musculature appeared even more defined than before, his sheer presence radiating raw strength. But what struck Firefly most wasn't his physical appearance it was his energy in the Force.
What had once been chaotic and untamed, a storm of brute power, now carried a thread of precision and control. Savage had transformed. He was no longer a beast rampaging without direction but a warrior with discipline and intent. Her glowing blue eyes softened slightly as she raised a golden eyebrow in acknowledgment of his growth, a silent nod of respect.
Savage caught the gesture, and his broad chest puffed out subtly, his pride swelling in response. He felt her recognition not just as Maul's apprentice, but as a warrior in his own right.
Breaking the silence, Firefly spoke, her melodic voice carrying warmth despite the weight of the Mandalorian stares surrounding her. "I'm glad your wounds have healed, Savage, and that you are well. I can see Maul's training suits you."
Every word was sincere, and Savage could feel it. Though their bond was faint compared to what she shared with Maul, there was a sense of kinship there a deep tie forged when she had used her power to pull him back from death. To her, Savage was family. Not just as Maul's brother and apprentice, but in the strange and enduring way her light had recognized him as worthy.
Savage inclined his head slightly, acknowledgment gleaming in his golden eyes. He opened his mouth to respond, but a low growl from Maul halted him. Firefly could feel the wave of possessiveness ripple through her mate's bond, his glare wordlessly warning Savage to tread carefully.
Despite the silent admonition, Savage's eyes twinkled with amusement. Bowing his head lightly to Maul in deference, he spoke with calm sincerity. "I am glad you are whole as well, Firefly... and that you have returned to Maul." He paused, his next word heavy with meaning. "Sister."
The single word hit Firefly like a shockwave. Her fiery blue eyes widened, locking onto Savage's golden gaze. She could feel the sincerity radiating through the small bond they shared. It was genuine, unshakable, and deeply unexpected.
For a moment, Firefly was stunned. She had never known siblings not in the traditional sense. Even now, with her memories fully restored and the love of her people flowing through her from the stars, she had no blood relatives left. The Diathim were an all-female race, born from the stars themselves, rarely taking mates and even more rarely forming familial ties.
But Firefly was different a Valkyrie born of her people's passion and emotion, not the cold detachment they often carried. She had chosen Maul as her mate, just as he had chosen her. And now, Savage's declaration as "brother" felt... right. A part of her heart, long thought dormant, stirred at the idea of family beyond the stars.
Maul's low growl pulled her back to the present, this time carrying a hint of pride. He seemed pleased by Savage's claim, though his control over the moment remained absolute. Firefly could feel his approval through their bond, a surge of possessive satisfaction that settled warmly in her chest.
Turning sharply, Maul snapped an order to the Mandalorians. His voice, like the blade of a vibroknife, left no room for hesitation.
The armored warriors immediately straightened, their attention snapping away from Firefly's radiant form. They stood in orderly lines, as if awaiting inspection. Even the one with horns on their helmet a clear homage to Maul lowered their gaze with respect.
Firefly glanced at the Mandalorians, her light softening slightly as the tension ebbed. She stepped closer to Maul, her emerald wings folding gracefully behind her. Though their gazes no longer lingered, she could still feel the weight of their awe.
In that moment, standing beside Maul and Savage with the Mandalorians before them, Firefly felt a strange sense of belonging. It was an unfamiliar sensation, yet one she embraced. Her voice was soft when she spoke, almost teasing.
"It seems you've built yourself quite the kingdom, my mate," she murmured, the light in her fiery eyes reflecting the faint smirk tugging at her lips.
Maul snorted softly at Firefly's teasing remark, his amusement muted but present. She stepped forward, her bare feet whispering against the cold metal, her radiant light washing over the Mandalorians standing before her. The gleam of their armor caught her attention Beskar, a word whispered into her mind by the stars had song to her about their people. She had heard of it before, an indestructible alloy, resistant to lightsabers and blasters alike.
Her gaze traveled over the group until it landed on the warrior, she assumed was their leader beneath Maul and Savage, of course. His helmet was the only one adorned with spikes, clearly an homage to Maul. The crown of stars that floated inher head seemed to shine brighter, almost as if in acknowledgment of his modifications.
As Firefly moved closer to the male, her golden reflection shimmered back at her in his visor. The towering Mandalorian easily dwarfed her smaller frame, but she stood undaunted. Reaching out a delicate, golden hand toward the spikes on his helmet, she spoke, her voice like the soft chime of bells.
"I like these," she commented, her tone light but sincere.
The warrior stiffened visibly as she approached, his imposing presence wavering slightly. Through the Force, Firefly felt a swirl of curiosity and restrained pride emanating from him, his emotions like a subtle melody singing just beneath the surface. Her words seemed to bolster his pride, but as her hand drew closer to the metal horns, the Force shifted violently.
Maul's possessive darkness surged, overwhelming everything around them like a crashing tidal wave. The oppressive weight of his power rippled outward, suffocating the air and pressing down on all who felt it. The Mandalorians gasped, dropping to their knees under the crushing pressure of their master's rage.
Firefly hesitated, her hand halting mere inches from the spikes. Rolling her fiery blue eyes, she let out a quiet sigh but slightly enjoyed the display of power her mate was issuing, understanding the unspoken threat. Savage's low snort of laughter broke through the tension as he shook his head in amusement. His knowing look told her plainly: she should have known better than to reach for another male's horns, real or not.
Though Maul's fury had not escalated into violence, it teetered on the edge, a hair's breadth from boiling over. Firefly withdrew her hand, her glowing eyes softening as she glanced down at the Mandalorian leader, who was bent under the crushing weight of Maul's power. She offered him a small nod, an unspoken apology as she stepped back, giving Maul space to reclaim his dominance.
Her gaze found her mate, and she caught the silent snarl curling his lip. His anger burned hot and possessive, but it was contained for now. With a sharp exhale, Maul released the suffocating pressure, and the Mandalorians around them staggered to their feet, shaking but resolute.
Maul's voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and absolute, dripping with authority and anger.
"Commandos," he growled, his words reverberating with unyielding power, "ingrain this into your very beings: She is Mine! You will treat her with the same respect you show me and Savage or I will make you suffer until you beg for death. Do you understand."
It was not a question but a command, one that left no room for misinterpretation. The Mandalorians straightened despite their trembling, saluting in unison. Their loyalty was undying, and their fear of Maul was absolute.
The tension broke when Savage chuckled, his deep, gravelly laugh ringing out across the platform. "You've been back for five minutes, and you've already almost killed everyone. Hahaah! Good to have you back, Firefly."
His golden eyes glinted with mirth, the corners of his mouth quirking into an amused grin. Firefly huffed, her cheeks flushing faintly as she shot him a rude gesture with her golden fingers, earning another burst of laughter from the towering Zabrak.
Maul's lip twitched at the interaction, though whether in amusement or lingering irritation, Firefly couldn't tell. Still, the oppressive atmosphere lightened, and the tension between them eased like a storm passing on the horizon.