Amuses Geules
Dark Lady
Rating:
NC-17
Warnings: A sexual situation occurs as a result of Maul's activities,
Disclaimer: Lucas and Lucasfilm own the characters, and this is
for fun, not profit.
Summary: Maul uses a hairbrush.
Feedback: dark-lady@blueyonder.co.uk
Amuses Geules
Hanshara sat on the edge of Maul's narrow bunk brushing her hair. Her long black hair. Hair which was glossy, and only slightly tangled.
Maul lay on the bed, his head resting on his hands clasped behind his horned head, watching and waiting for her to finish and attend to his needs. He was impatient, as he sometimes was with her when her needs took precedence over his own. He frowned, but still she brushed, ignoring his look. So he decided to expedite matters.
"Why do you wear this thing?" he suddenly demanded, reaching out and tugging in an irritated manner at the thin silky night-shift she sometimes wore to their bed. He thought he could see the subtle shape of her body beneath it, which excited him, and he put his hand up the skirt of the short shift, stroking the inside of her thigh. She made a small appreciative noise and he laughed at her, much looking forward to the pleasure he would take with her.
"Because you like to play with it." She smiled and continued to brush her hair.
Maul snorted. "I like to play with you, not your garments." But he had to concede to himself that - yes, sometimes he did enjoy it, and 'now' was one of those times.
"How long must this..." he gesticulated at the brush, "continue, for I do not like to wait upon you."
"As long as is required." She said smoothly, still brushing. Her strokes were long and regular, pulling the brush hard through the black hair from crown to waist, pulling the hairs into order in a rhythm of her own. He thought the brush must gently scour her scalp most invigoratingly and wondered about the sensation it gave, as the hair flowed down her back, thick, glossy, shiny and black.
Maul sat up and put his hand near her hair, watching the static make the hairs fly up to his hand. The brush caught his fingers, accidentally he wondered? and he felt the stiff bristles catch his sensitive smooth skin. He growled his disapproval but licked his lips and reminded himself of the pleasure he found in just running his hands through her hair; feeling it slide through his fingers, and wrapping it round his fists; using it to hold her head still while he kissed her; using it to keep her still while she struggled most pleasingly and he 'forced' his attentions upon her. Which she liked. Why she pretended to struggle was beyond his comprehension, but he enjoyed it without demur.
He again ran his slender fingers up through her hair and she arched her back slightly, pushing her head against his hand. But still she brushed, now tugging at the ends of her hair.
"Finished yet?"
"Alas, no."
Maul sighed, lost what little patience he had, and sat up beside her, took the brush from her hand and started to pull the brush in smooth downward strokes through her hair. A pleasant thought occurred to him, and he moved behind her as she sat between his thighs and he continued to brush, Better, but he knew even better could be had.
Putting the brush down, he picked her up, turned her around and put her on his knees facing him, and picked up the brush again. He rested his forearms on her shoulders, held the brush at the back of her. Looking down at the thin shift, he noticed it barely covered her breasts, though more was covered than he liked so he pulled the garment off one shoulder with a finger. He smiled. Now he could brush and finish the task quicker so he could take his pleasure with her sooner, and while he brushed, he would have something of interest to look at. So, Hanshara rested her hands on his waist, and threw her head back, while Maul brushed.
The hair running under his hands and through his fingers was most intriguing to him. As he brushed with one hand he followed the path of the brush with the other hand, and while he took great care to remove the brush before it scraped her skin, soon, his other hand continued, down her back, ran over her hips, and along her thigh. His gaze followed his hand, and with the next pull of the brush through her hair, the hand trailed back along the inside of her thigh, until he came to the hem of the shift.
Which he lifted with the fingers of the one hand. Such delights were his for the looking, the caressing, and the taking! So he looked, and touched and stroked, then putting the brush down, lifted her a little and pulled her hips closer to his. He did not intend to take her for the moment but she wriggled her hips most pleasingly as he lifted, and he found that he was inside her, tight and warm and slick.
He closed his eyes and almost let himself go, but control prevailed and he merely growled his disapproval at her anticipation of events. She moved her hips a little and he growled some more at the sensation this invoked, putting both hands firmly on her hips to dissuade her. At this, she ran her hands up his neck and onto his bald skull, stroked and touched most pleasingly.
Replying to her affections, he pulled the shift fully off her shoulders so it lay around her waist and hips, and kissed her breast just over her heart. Then he parted the hair at the back of her and pulled it forward over her chest, covering her.
He stroked her by running his hands over the hair, He caressed her smooth skin under the hair, he flicked the nipples with his thumbs and admired the delicious manner in which they poked through the hair, erect and rosy, like buds. They were soon in his mouth, each in turn, being suckled and licked while the owner arched her back with delight and moaned her approval of his actions while she played with his horns.
"Is your hair done yet?" he asked, nuzzling her neck. The shift obscured his view of those parts of her that he found most delightful, so he pulled it over her head and threw it to the floor. Nothing to impede him now, so he touched and stroked where he wished, as she touched him, until he held her hips, pulled her against him, then pushed her away, then against...
She bowed her head and with an elegant sweeping movement, brought her hair over them both, let it flow over his horns, down his back, and around his shoulders, She felt him shiver as it whispered over his skin, so she shook her head a little to make it move against him, like thousands of tiny fingers, and felt him shiver some more.
She moved her hips faster, exciting them both until they clutched each other, murmured together in ecstasy, and both kissed and sighed in
fulfillment.
*****
Maul purred and his golden eyes flashed as he reached for the brush. "Your hair needs attention…" he said.
END