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~~ Hot fish! ~~
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Darth Maul stared at the control monitor of the Infiltrator in total disbelief at what he had been asked to do!
Here he was, Lord Maul, Sith Lord, Lord of Destruction, Lord of Chaos, Heart of Darkness, all that, and the woman wanted a day at the seaside!
Moreover, it was not the exotic purple seas of Cinthara V with its 5 crystal moons sending a luminescent light over the fine white sandy beaches, where he could indulge in as much sexual congress with her as he liked, that she wanted, no! Or the warm and luscious dark green seas of the ringed planet Heann’ah Prime with it’s deserted beaches of small black pebbles where delicious live snacks could be snapped from the sea as one swam, that she wanted. Oh no! She wanted some garbage-strewn beach on Terra!
Terra! Right out on the edge of the furthermost spiral arm of the galaxy.
The woman wanted cotton candy (???), sticks of sweet flavoured substance called ‘rock’ (as if any rock could be flavoured!) and some sort of cooked fish with salted root vegetables. She said the fish was served to the natives in crisp white paper, and that it was very hot.
Fish? What in the gods names was ‘fish’? Well, if it burned the mouth a little, caused some pain, there would be pleasure consequent upon that. There might be compensations then.
He sighed. Deeply.
She asked for little, he had to grant her that. And his career had really taken off since she had encouraged him to eat fruit rather than raw meat which he really preferred.
He drooled at the thought - there was a small secret supply of his favourite meat in the ships’ hold. He would indulge later, before she embarked.
So, to Cinthara II then to pick up the woman and transport her to Terra. It would take ages to get there. He would set the ship on autopilot, mutter something about the malfunctioning hyperdrive, and they would have some fun to pass the time. She didn’t know one end of a ring spanner from a dilithium crystal so she wouldn’t know he lied. She never did. (He hoped.)
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At Cinthara the woman came aboard and they had their whole load of serious fun. Three new positions and twice in free fall. That was very good, she made him purr with total pleasure many times, many times indeed.
He sometimes wondered where she learned all this stuff, being a Jedi and all, but he thought it wiser not to ask. They had libraries, perhaps she did research on the subject in her spare time. Perhaps she was just very talented in that way. He hoped the source of her fabulous knowledge wasn’t her master. A strange being her master, very insubstantial, changed form a lot, was a Toydarian at times. Better just not to enquire. ‘Accept it enjoy it’ was his motto. If he couldn’t enjoy it, just accept it. A lot of stuff from his own Master fell into this latter category.
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On arrival, the ship was landed in a field outside the town, and cloaked. There was a bull to stand guard and generally paw the ground, look fierce, snort, and make unwelcoming noises to any curious native who might wonder at the flattened grass visible under the ship. A proud and savage creature this bull. He noticed there were similarities in physique….
She rode pillion on the speeder, (very uncomfortable but she wanted to come here) and he parked it next to something similar labelled a Harley Davison. The speeder blended in beautifully with the other speeders parked outside the building called ‘café’, which veritably rocked with some very loud and rhythmic music. On their return he would put her up in front of him as passenger. She would be feeling grateful, might use her hands to liven up the journey back…
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The beach was not garbage-strewn, and the weather was quite pleasant. The local sun shone for most of the time and there was a light and cooling breeze which was very refreshing on the small amount of exposed and patterned skin not hidden under the hot and heavy black tunic. He would want to relieve himself of this as soon as possible, he had some rather nice skin art to show off. Pity he couldn’t show the lot but one had to follow local custom and not cause offence however wonderful she might think it was.
After walking the small town and sampling the local delicacies, (the crab sticks were truly sumptuous) they hit the beach itself. The woman wore her uniform but while he took his tunic off to enjoy the sun, for modesty’s sake she just pulled the outer and under-tunic off her shoulders and revealed just the upper part of her chest.
And her neck....
Her lovely neck was the first thing he had noticed about her on Naboo, and he found it as erotic now as he had then. He stared. He licked his lips. He wanted to kiss, and bite (just little bites) and nibble that delicious smooth skin, smell her musky scent. He pounced, made a grab for her, pulled her onto the sand.
She hissed at him! Hissing was his prerogative he thought. She said something about the local children and ‘not in front of’. So that’s what they were. He had thought the small noisy creatures might be some sort of local delicacy. Good thing he hadn’t sampled then.
He sulked, said if she wasn’t going to be friendly they might as well try this cotton candy she had discussed so earnestly earlier on. His golden eyes lit up, there was the matter of the very hot fish as well.
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The walk to the fish vendors was not without incident. Passing a small family group they heard a croaking noise resembling the mating sound of a male krayt dragon in full rut. Krayt were notoriously vicious and their harsh cry was dreaded the length and breadth of the desert planet Tatooine. During the mating season they were more vicious than usual, and known to attack any passing creature without warning or provocation.
His hand leapt to his light sabre ready to defend the life of the woman he loved most dearly, as was his duty. But no, as the child in the family group repeated his mother’s cry, he realised that this was the child’s name. The family repeated the name several times, no doubt to ensure the young one remembered it. He shuddered at the memories evoked by it. He shuddered at the family as well.
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Outside the fish vendors he discreetly sniffed the scented air, and opening his mouth slightly, curling his upper lip a fraction, drew some of the air over his tongue and palate into his lungs. A truly amazing scent it was, an alchemical commingling of salt and sea, ozone and oxygen, and something different from anything he had ever smelled before. His stomach growled and his claws curled with pleasurable anticipation. It even made the soft velvety skin around his horns twitch.
The woman laughed, she was very hungry too and her stomach growled in sympathy. They would have to wait until it was cooked, coated in a batter, then placed in hot oil for a while to make the translucent flesh opaque-white and flaky, moist and succulent. He mentioned that raw was usually succulent, that raw would have sufficed, but it was out of love for her that he would eat it cooked, hot…
And it was hot. Oh it was wonderfully hot, the moist flakes falling apart in his mouth, melting under his fangs. He ate elegantly, as he always did, the hot flesh so hot it burnt the delicate skin of his mouth, making blisters.
The skin and scales of the fish he found unpleasant, a harsh texture, so he disposed of it in the bin provided, wiped mouth and fingers on the paper napkin, and asked for another piece of fish. While waiting, he surveyed the blisters, greatly enjoyed the pain from them, the pleasure making little shivers of delight run up and down his spine.
The next piece of fish was of a different sort, the flakes larger, a little oilier, but having the same wonderful taste. It was, if possible, even hotter, so the blisters were more painful, more intense. He closed his eyes when he experienced these, gave a little moan of pleasure, and the woman gave him a very strange look indeed.
He had a third piece also, but he was more careful now to try and hide the shudder which enraptured his body when the third set of painful blisters formed and the wave of pleasure almost totally overcame his senses.
Truly satisfied in all respects, he declined more fish, he thought it politic to decline yet another, the woman needed serving later. He licked his lips, took her hand and kissed it gallantly – regretfully they should leave for home.
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Sure enough, on the way back the woman was grateful, and showed it. She sat facing him on the speeder, and what she didn’t do with her hand… (she was holding on to his tunic with the other). He hadn’t expected what she did with her mouth though, and they both nearly ended up in the path of a large transport thundering down the opposite carriageway.
Later, on their way back to Cinthara, she was sat on his lap in his favourite position playing with his earring, moving her hips most wonderfully, and she asked what he had enjoyed most about the day.
“The very hot fish.” He said, happily remembering the blisters. “Perhaps we could go there again soon.”
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