Dreaming - Part 1

Sirena

Rating: NC-17.  m/f sex, Maul/original female  
Disclaimer: No profit is being made from this story. Lucas owns Darth Maul and Darth Sidious, the concept belongs to Sirena
Summary: Sidious let his young apprentice, Darth Maul, dream of having sex with a mysterious, beautiful woman, to start his dark and devious plan. He sends Maul on a mission to divert him from the arrival of his daughter, Banou. As Maul returns he meets Sidious’ daughter who had been this mysterious woman in his dream. Neither knows that they are part of Sidious’ plan.
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Maul returned to his home after a long, exhausting day to find a little sleep. He didn't need much sleep at all, for he could relax in other ways, but his body asked for it after some time of hard combat training or battle. He opened the door to his bedchamber, and smelled the habitual musky odour of himself when he entered the small room which was illuminated by the moon-light that fell through the windows. As the door shut behind him he went to his bed standing in the middle of the room. It was - besides a table, a chair and a small sideboard for his few things - the only piece of furniture in this cold and empty bedchamber. With a soft sigh he sat down on the hard mattress of his bed. 

Wearily, he rid himself of his clothing, left it where he had pulled it off, and lay on the cold mattress. Although he had been accustomed to the heat of his home world, Iridonia, a planet in the Outer Rim, he had adapted himself to the cold on Coruscant in a very short time. Now he was completely naked  because he loved the feeling of freedom, the feeling of the black, thin, and silken blanket on his skin which veiled his muscular body.

It was only a few seconds until he fell into a deep sleep. He always slept well, never dreamed, kept his senses together in that way. Sidious had taught him once that dreams were a badge of his weaknesses. He would only dream if he felt fear or longed for something, and that would confuse him and make him weak. But he, Darth Maul, Lord of the Sith, had not dreamed for a very long time. He had become so powerful, so strong that he needn’t be afraid of any enemy. And longings? He had none. He had reached what he wanted to reach for he was a Sith Lord now, had been included into their circle, had been worthy enough to join them. He needed nothing more, only the certainty that he was part of them.

His breath became quieter, slower, and reached the usual relaxed rhythm.

 ***

 After midnight Lord Sidious went to the room of their Sith Palais in which the dark force lay hidden. It was gloomy inside, only a thick, white candle burned within this empty room. The flame radiated bright light with millions of colours. Every colour symbolised the soul of an ancient Sith Lord, and there had already been many of them. Their roots went back more than one thousand years, but all of them were continually present in this room. They spoke to him incessantly, showed him the right way, the way to master the galaxy completely and to wipe out the hated Jedi.

 Sidious sat down cross-legged in front of the candle which was on a simple stand in the middle of the room, focussed on the dancing flame, and started his meditation. In a moment of absolute trance Sidious talked to the ghosts of past Sith, asking them to forge a contact between two strong and individual minds to unite them for the will of the Force. 

***

 Pow! Suddenly Maul saw an intense light flare up. It blinded him so that he had to protect his eyes with his hands. Then it got dark again, and he had to orient himself with some effort. To accustom his eyes back to the darkness was not his problem for he had perfect eyes, but although he used the Force he wasn’t able to discover walls, a ceiling, or a floor so that he lost his bearings. It seemed as if he glided somewhere in space. Then it got bright far away again as if somebody had opened a door. He tried to recognise who or what kind of creature this was but he didn't succeed. The Force rebounded from it.

 He then saw somebody moving towards him. Reflexively he wanted to unclip his lightsabre but he was completely naked. Again he looked round in confusion. His heart began to beat with excitement. Was this a test from his master? What did he plan for him? Every single muscle was tensed, his body ready for battle. Whoever this would be, he didn't have any chance in battle with him.

 Maul suddenly realised that the person approaching him was not male, but female, and, besides, was human. In surprise he pressed his lips together, his mind worked at top speed, and he knew that he would have to kill this woman if she attacked him. He forgot his nakedness and focussed on the Force, ready for battle. As she stood opposite him his breath stopped. Never in his life had he seen such beauty although he had travelled nearly everywhere in the known galaxy on missions for his master, Darth Sidious. She had long, fair, curly hair, like angel's hair. Her skin was bright, very pale, and as far as the lightning allowed, he could see her fine facial bones and contours. She was also naked, only her breasts were covered with her long hair.

Was she an angel? Was he dead? Had anybody murdered him while sleeping?

He could remember a book that Sidious had once told him to read. It was about fairies and other mythic creatures some humans believed in. But that was just a fantasy, wasn’t it?

He closed his eyes for only a second, shook his head, and tried to convince himself that this wasn’t really happening, that his master was testing him. She was a temptation he had to resist. He tried to check her mind with help of the Force again, wanted to know why she was here, but he wasn’t able. He was angry that he couldn't control her thoughts and actions. Till now he had always been the more superior except for his master. Maybe he should ask his master about her? But he didn’t want to contact Sidious because of … a woman. Maul was powerful enough to manage this situation alone.

Carefully, she raised her hand to touch his cheek, but he grabbed it hard and searched for a trap in her eyes, in her mind. Again he didn’t succeed. The only feelings she let him sense were curiosity and desire. Maul couldn’t understand. Desire for him? Why? Minutes passed by in which he just stared at her, searchingly.

Then he saw how she pressed her red lips together in pain, how her eyes implored him to let her hand free which already got blue with lack of circulation, for he was holding it so tightly. He complied, let her hand free, and waited for her next reaction. She shook her hand when it was filled with blood again, and then stepped towards him till she stood right before him. Now he could smell her flowery scent, felt her warm breath on his skin and got tickled by her long hair which touched his belly. Her eyes met his again, and when she suddenly put her hot lips on his neck one thousand flashes shot up in his body. It was, as if her lips were electrically charged, and every kiss caused a small electric shock in him. But not an electric shock causing death, rather a kind of electrical energy which revitalised every nerve in his body. Tenderly, she caressed him there, and when she started to stroke his chest with her soft hands, he retreated.

Breathing faster, he held her hands tightly again, and tried to realise what happened to him. He didn't know who she was, where she came from, and why she was here, but the sight of her alone aroused him, and her touches and kisses had pleasured him so much that he wanted more. Carefully, he raised his hand and touched her cheek, her velvety skin, pushed her hair back so that he could see her face better, and looked into her eyes which were clear blue, icy and profound to the utmost, breathtakingly beautiful. They reminded him of those of his master because they also didn't grant him any insight to his soul either. Her complexion was rosy and her lips expressed pure sensuality.

 "Who are you?" he asked her with his honey-sweet voice, but she put her right forefinger on his lips and indicated him to be silent. An extremely strong desire flooded his body, his mind, and he had to touch this angel again about whom he knew nothing. Every nerve which had been touched by her electrifying lips and hands wanted this. Feelings long fought successfully, suddenly broke out in him, flooded him, made him despair. Maul didn’t know anything about her but something told him that he was in no danger. The Force whispered to him constantly that her appearance had a deeper meaning for him and for the Sith.

He started to kiss her forefinger which still rested on his hot lips. Then he took her hand, kissed it and tasted her delicate skin with a flick of his tongue. The whole time he looked into her eyes, he examined her, asked her.

He seized a strand of her angel's hair, absorbed its unique flowery scent, and internalised it. Her hair was so silky that it glided through his fingers effortlessly. It fascinated him so much that he had to touch it for several minutes. Suddenly she looked below, looked at his manhood which was aroused completely and which was pressed against her, then looked at him with a smile again. A smile which was so beautiful like no other.

She infatuated him so that he forgot all his firm intentions for the first time, but his vigilance didn’t abate only a second. She wanted to take pleasure in him, and she would get it – but only to his rules.  Thus he took her head into his hands, and kissed her tenderly and carefully because he didn't want her to go away again. Not yet. However, she answered his kiss with a hunger that encouraged him to demand more.

He felt her hands stroking and electrifying him again, and although her touches were like a feather, barely discernible, they were very intense. It started to excite his whole body when she continued with her caresses, and he noticed as she penetrated into his mind, manipulated him, let him sense feelings he had never known before, and of which he had never wanted to know either, until now. He tried to fight against this but he didn't succeed. Now he wanted to feel her, get to know every single pore of her. His hands glided over her shoulders, along her hair and  down to her buttocks which were soft like silk and crisp like an apple. They glided over every curve of her well-formed body, over her back. But suddenly she retreated with a pain twisted face.

What had happened? He had only touched her gently?

Questioning he saw into her eyes. Then she turned her back to him, took her hair aside and made him furious with what she showed to him. Her whole back was full of scars, maybe caused by lashes. Immediately he was attacked by rage and hate for whoever had done this to her.

Who could inflict something like that upon such a wonderful nature, inflict upon her such suffering and pain?

"Who was it? Who did this to you?"

She bowed her head and shook it in a manner that was hardly noticeable. Maul put a hand under her chin and raised her head a little so that he could look into her beautiful face again, and then put his hot lips on hers and kissed her, pushed her tightly to him, wanted to protect her for the time she was here. She should feel secure with him, be able to devote herself completely to him because he wanted her - here and now! His kisses became more demanding, fast and as he divides her delicate lips with his and felt his tongue touch hers, his blood boiled in his veins with excitement.

Once more he felt her velvety hands on his skin, felt her breath in his face. His manhood throbbed, asked for more of her touch, required to be enclosed, to feel her softness encase it. Finally, he wanted to feel that had been withheld from him for years, and that he had withheld from himself for years. She had woken longings in him, had given him an intimation of which he would feel if he made love with her, and he wanted it.

Full of delight he took her hand and pulled her down with him. Again he wondered why he couldn’t feel any ground under him. He could just feel and see a warm fog on which they lay now. Her hands caressed him again, hold him tight and waited on his kiss on which she needn’t wait long. He kissed her long and passionately until his lips glided down her throat, over her shoulder and down to her breasts. As he circled her hard nipples with his tongue he heard her for the first time when she sighed barely audibly. It made him desire her more, encouraged him to do what he wanted to do with her absolutely now. One of his hands glided down to her most intimate area, touched her there, and made her moan louder.

Suddenly his hardness was enclosed by one of her hands which let heat spread through his whole body. A soft growl escaped him when she continued with caressing it but then he couldn’t stand it any longer. He had to take her – now! With one knee he parted her legs and slowly thrust into her. On his way deep into her he felt a small resistance which told him that she was virgin, and therefore would only ever belong to him. She looked at him with mixed feelings. On one hand there was pure desire and on the other hand there was fear, fear of being hurt. Again he kissed her, saw her closing her eyes, and with the next powerful push he made her his own. But she didn’t flinch even at this painful moment, remained strong which filled him with some kind of pride.

Maul growled loudly when his sensitive skin got encased by her soft flesh, and when the first pain had passed he saw her arching her back and heard her moaning quietly. She closed her eyes again and began to enjoy the pleasure he caused in her with his deep thrusts.

"Look at me!" he ordered her with his gentle voice, for he wanted to see her beautiful eyes, wanted to see how his movements and touches pleasured her. And as she opened her eyes and looked at him with devotion, both, his and her force suddenly became visible. Their bodies were wrapped around by it. A bright blue fog surrounded her like her blue and icy eyes. His fog however was red. As red as the tattoos on his skin and as this red in his eyes. They slipped away into total trance for some seconds. Energy flooded their bodies, then woke their minds, strengthened their senses for a short moment. After seconds they were present again. Maul’s heart knocked as wild when he realised that his desire for her had multiplied.

He then continued with his movements, even harder, even faster. He felt how her soft inside surrounded his manhood, wrapped it and granted so much pleasure to him that he expired into ecstasy. A quiet growl of appreciation forced its way through his throat, and the blood bubbled in his body. Sweat collected on his skin when he thrust into her again and again. She held him tightly with her hands at his muscular upper arms, clasped him with her legs and invited him for more. Full of relish she opened her mouth and moaned quietly which pleased him.

After a couple of further deep pushes he reached a status of absolute ecstasy. His growl became louder, his body trembled, his face became cramped, and his arousal pulsated when he had the most overwhelming feeling in his life, and when he reached his climax, he poured his juices into her. In this moment they could see how their auras mixed with each other to a powerful lilac. Their forces had united and now flowed into their bodies. He sensed his force becoming more powerful, sensed the new force, her force, too, which she now shared with him. And now, for the first time, he could hear her speaking.

"Our bond is closed now!” she told him with a high and tender voice. Then he collapsed on her body.

***

Maul suddenly woke and found himself straightened and sweaty in his own bed. He struggled for air, and had difficulties orienting himself.

What had happened?

Excitedly he looked around, looked for danger, but when he recognised that he had only dreamed, his body relaxed a little, though his mind couldn’t find peace. Overwhelmed by this dream and overwhelmed by the fact that it had seemed so real to him he fell back onto his bed.

Why  had he dreamed, and why did he dream of something like that for he had felt no sexual desire within the whole last years?

Why? He had suppressed it ruthlessly, to concentrate on the dark arts.

Now he felt weak, defeated. And how should he appear towards his master? Lord Sidious felt even the smallest emotion of his apprentice! Nothing could remain hidden from him. It annoyed Maul to present this weakness to his master.

As his thoughts slowly calmed, and as he tried to make himself believe that it had only been a dream, which meant nothing, he suddenly felt something damp on his thigh. Disconcerted he raised the blanket, and to his astonishment he saw his own seed.

*** 

Lord Sidious felt the confusion of his apprentice the next day. However, he overlooked it because Maul reacted exactly in the way he wanted him to react. It was good. Maul would learn to turn this new power to his own use, making her strength part of his. What Maul didn’t know was that his master, Lord Sidious himself, had let him dream this strange dream, and that this woman, who was chosen by the Force for Maul, had experienced the same dream in this night. Everything had followed Sidious’ plan. He had known that nobody could resist his daughter, even his apprentice Maul who could control his body and his mind like no other.

Maul and his daughter were the future of the Sith, for their son was the chosen boy of the dark force. Their son would lead the Sith to the mastery over the whole galaxy. Besides, their bond would also stabilise his, Senator Palpatine’s, political career…

***

Two days later Sidious sent his apprentice on his next mission, an extremely dangerous mission,  but it had to take place. The king of the small and unknown planet Alczaar had once made a treaty with Sidious. The king, called King Taabold, an old humanoid with long, thick tentacles instead of arms, was afraid of a revolution in his own country which threatened his kingdom. He had imploringly consulted the Senate to protect him, but in the Senate’s eyes there was no urgency to react, as yet.

Nevertheless King Taabold was afraid of being killed, and  suddenly he was visited by a hologram of Lord Sidious who offered him a deal. Sidious promised him to convince the Senate to send him an army for his protection and for nipping the revolution in the bud. In return, Sidious would unofficially become the future ruler on Alczaar so that Taabold would only serve as representative further more. King Taabold hesitated but he knew that his kingdom wouldn’t have any chance to survive without Sidious’ help. Through this deal King Taabold would lose his authority but he would keep being king and could keep his honour…and his head.

Sidious held his part of the agreement, and fast he convinced the Senate as Senator Palpatine to sent a troop of droids to support and protect King Taabold. But as the troops arrived on Alczaar, with the assumption that this strange Lord Sidious had come to hand over the troop, King Taabold’s army lured the troops into an ambush and destroyed all of them. More than 500 droids were useless now.

Lord Sidious contacted King Taabold immediately, and promised him his revenge which would be merciless. Panic-stricken, King Taabold fell on his knees in front of the hologram, full of fear, and besought Sidious for mercy when he recognised that Sidious wasn't dead, and besides, was a Sith Lord. Sidious broke off the contact and ordered his apprentice, Lord Maul, to set out for Alczaar.

Filled with hatred and anger on behalf of his master, Maul impatiently waited to arrive Alczaar. He wanted to take revenge, teach these good-for-nothings what happened if they betrayed the Lord of the Sith, Darth Sidious, his master. Nevertheless Sidious had warned him because the king’s palace was guarded well, guarded by a species which called themselves the Bulkmar. These Bulkmar were incarnate killing-machines which were pain insensitive and extremely fast reacting. Therefore he used every free minute to ponder, to collect his strength and ask for the support of the Force.

And when it came to battle in the king’s palace, the fight was hard for there were so many of these armoured creatures, and for he could not manipulate them by the Force. They were clones. All of them were tall – much taller than he was, strong, and had sharp long teeth which they showed now, in every hand a blaster – and they had six of them! The fight stole almost all his reserves till he finally had it - the head of  King Taabold.

***

Seriously injured but victorious, Maul returned from his mission after some days. Sidious felt his presence immediately and went directly to the hangar where his young apprentice, Darth Maul, submitted the head of King Taabold in a preservation container with a victorious and superior grin.

Maul’s clothes were partly torn, and deep wounds were visible. There was also dried blood under his left eye and at his right ear. Sidious recognised how heavily his apprentice was wounded. It must cost him enormous effort to keep standing upright, because of his pain. But Maul was hard in taking punishment, never showing weakness, never pain and this raised him in Sidious’ estimation.

Sidious put his hands on Maul's head and moved him into a short healing trance. Using his hands, he let the necessary energy, which Maul needed for his healing, flow through him. This would cure him faster than any medication in the universe. Maul first felt weak as the energy of his master forced its way through his maltreated body, and healed his wounds from inside out, but as Sidious took his hands off Maul’s head, he already felt considerably better. Of course the wounds were still there but were healing already. His flesh would heal fast, the internal pain had been taken away from him.

Sidious was extremely satisfied with his apprentice for he could now rule over Alczaar without further incidents - again one planet was subject to him. He gave Maul an appreciative nod and a short smile. He knew how these gestures filled his apprentice with much pride.

"You have been very successful in this mission, my young apprentice, and therefore I invite you to have dinner with me this evening. I expect you!" Sidious said quietly but nevertheless it sounded as an order.

"Yes, my master!” Maul answered, filled with pride. His master only did so if he was very satisfied with the fulfilment of a mission. Maul felt honored and went directly to his private room to continue with the healing trance. He wanted to appear strong in his master’s eyes.

***

His wounds still hurt, however they were not as painful and debilitating as during the return flight, when he had often fallen into a deep coma. Newly washed and wearing clean robes, he went to the private dining-room of Lord Sidious. He knocked discreetly three times at the door and entered. Once in the room, he realised that he wouldn't dine alone with his master. Sidious stood with his back to him, his arm put around a slim, fair-haired woman, and seemed to explain various buildings of Coruscant to her. This woman looked like a queen in her bordeaux-colored evening gown of finest silken brocade and with her hairstyle stylishly coiffured. Maul cleared his throat, and when his master and this mysterious woman turned round he stopped breathing and just stared. His heart beat louder with excitement and his thoughts somersaulted when he saw her, his vision, his angel. He couldn't believe that she actually existed, and thought that he would dream again. This couldn't be real!

Sidious smiled when he looked into these two astonished faces. It amused him that he knew everything about their common dreams, for he had always let them dream the same dream with help of the Force, and that they didn’t have the slightest notion of what happened to them.

"Maul, I introduce my daughter, Banou, to you. Banou, this is my young apprentice, Darth Maul, Lord of the Sith.”

He stepped to one side and watched how they started to realise slowly that this really happened, that they were true. Maul recovered from his astonishment and bowed a little in front of her.

“Madame!” Maul welcomed her with his soft voice and glared at her still with surprise in his golden eyes.

She then also bowed back to him, and confused him by incessantly looking into his eyes, and smiling at him. She appeared exactly as she appeared in his dreams. Her eyes were bright blue and icy, exactly like these of Lord Sidious. Her skin was pale and her perfect facial contours awarded the appearance of royalty to her. She radiated so much self-confidence and strength that she earned his respect immediately, and besides, she was Sidious’ daughter. Maul could just wonder that his master actually had a daughter, and that Sidious hadn’t ever lost a word about her, but now as he saw this beautiful woman, he knew that she was a jewel which had to be kept hidden.

Sidious lead his daughter to the large, black glimmering table, and Maul walked along behind them. He smelled her flowery scent which he had always missed during the day, and experienced only at night, when she visited him in his dreams. His senses perceived everything of her in seconds, how she walked, how her hair moved with every step she made, and how she turned her head to smile at her father. Maul internalised her presence. She made his heart beat faster again.

They each took a seat, Lord Sidious at the head of the decorated and laid table, Maul and Banou opposite. A depressing silence flooded the room which Maul found unpleasant. But the atmosphere lightened when Sidious touched a small bell, which sounded, and summoned his servants, who entered and served the meal on silver plates. Then one of the servants poured out red wine in each of the cut glasses. Sidious nodded to the servants so that they left the room, and then asked his guests about the meal, and whether they would enjoy it.

Silently they ate with quiet music in the background, sipped at their wine, and from time to time Sidious told them some political news. As they had finished he touched the bell again, and let the servants clear the table and serve the dessert. Again and again Banou’s and Maul’s look met over the table, then they held in with the meal for a short moment, and deepened themselves in the eyes of the other one. For seconds they forgot the presence of Lord Sidious who was amused at the turtle-doves.

Would Sidious not have any plans for them he would never have permitted Maul to look at his daughter in that way. Maul would never have heard about the existence of her, but the successful accomplishment of his dark and devious plan required this meeting.

"I have heard much of you, Lord Maul."

She suddenly started to speak to him with a gentle, bright voice which charmed him. He had to look at her again. He had to look at her constantly once she had stood in front of him. Her eyes were so beautiful, so profound that he could lose himself in them.

“Really?” he wondered with surprise and looked shortly at Sidious who smiled. It was not the way of his master to talk much. 

"I hope that you’ll always be as devoted to my father as you are now!" she continued and looked at him again. He nodded slightly.

"Surely, Madame!" he answered her with a steady voice and gazed at her. To his own confusion he suddenly noticed how his look had slipped down to her breasts, and when he looked into her eyes again only seconds later, she smiled to let him know that she had seen the direction his eyes had looked, which made him look down at his plate so that he would not embarrass her. 

"Maul, my daughter will stay some days in Coruscant. I want you to look after her, that nobody harms a hair of her lovely head. Escort her wherever she might go and protect her with your life! I should add that nobody knows of her existence and I wish it to remain so, for the time being," Sidious instructed his apprentice.

Maul nodded. “Yes, my master!”

It honored him to be allowed to be near his daughter for the next few days. Every nerve in his body asked for this, to be near her.

***

He kept Banou company the next few days. He wasn't a good entertainer, didn't know in which of his experiences she would be interested. Nevertheless he answered every question and listened to her when she told something about herself.  And she seemed to like telling him of her mother, of her life. It entertained him and he enjoyed it, and he recognised that she was also as interested in abstract sculptures as he was.

He had a small collection of sculptures he had bought here and there, and one afternoon he showed it to her in his small room. They all stood on the sideboard, close by close for there was no more room for them. Maul watched her as she looked at them, watched her pulling her hair aside so that she could see them better. This afternoon she wore a lilac dress whose colour let him be reminded of the lilac fog in his dreams. Again he shuddered for it was all so unreal to him.

“You have a nice collection, Lord Maul!” she admitted with a smile in her face and touched him at his upper arm with appreciation. Within seconds his whole body got aroused by this short touch, and he wanted to approach her physically but her perfect and noble appearance discouraged him. Besides, his master would kill him if he put only a finger on her. But Maul wanted to kiss her, wanted to touch her, but he might not even think lascivious thoughts about her, lest his master immediately forbid him this relationship and punish him for his intimate thoughts regarding Banou.

This night he couldn’t find any sleep, for he had to think about her touch every second he closed his eyes. For hours he lingered at the door to her bedchamber which lay opposite his, his hand on the door-handle, but he didn’t dare to go through, although his desire meanwhile filled him so much that it cost him all his strength to keep control.

As time went on and with every day she became more and more beautiful to him. The way she dressed and the way she styled her hair excited him. Every evening he sat down in his room, cross-legged, and meditated, asked for the support of the Force to take this weakness away from him. After such mental exercise, his spirit was quietened, and he was more controlled, until the next day on which he saw her again.

***

One morning he woke up extremely early. Knowing she was so near, he didn't find any more sleep and half-dressed, he went on the balcony, stretched and leaned against the parapet to breathe in the fresh, cold air, high above the towers of Coruscant. It calmed him. As he looked around he saw Banou standing at the other end of the balcony with her back to him. Her fair hair was free. It moved with the wind, and flattered her body which was only veiled in a lilac silk shift. Again this lilac, he thought, as if she knew his dreams. She rubbed herself with the hands at her upper arms for it was still very fresh before the sun rose. It surprised him that she already was awake.

The sight of her aroused him deeply again. He wanted to feel her hair between his fingers, to smell her flowery scent and to feel her body, to taste her skin. His own body and mind needed this, and he couldn't restrain his overwhelming desire any more, the more so since her body language had betrayed her own desire for him the last few days. She had taken every advantage of touching him in every imaginable mode, only transiently, but it had shown him that she searched for his body contact. And so did he.

Without a sound, he approached her, put himself right behind her so that he could finally smell the flowery scent of her. He closed his eyes and searched for her presence in the Force. Quite carefully and gently, he put his hands on her shoulders and started to stroke her. She didn't turn round to him, as if she knew who touched her, as if his touch was familiar to her. He let her hair glide through his fingers, curl for curl, put it then over her shoulder and kissed the exposed nape of the neck. She seemed to enjoy his touches and when she finally turned round to him and looked at him, he felt that she was meant for him.

She raised her hand and rubbed gently his chest, ran her hand up the nape of his neck, and while doing this she looked into his beautiful golden eyes. She electrified him with her touches, just like in his dreams, and when she kissed him with her soft and delicate lips he lost all restraint, crushed her tightly against him and replied to her kiss. Nothing and nobody could stop him from this now. He wanted her and he would have her.

"Maul, I have dreamed of you," she suddenly said, and looked at him searchingly. Honored, he gave her a smile.

"That’s good," he answered and bent to kiss her again, but she turned her head away a little, so that her lips were just out of his reach.

"Maul, I have already dreamed of you for such a long time before our meeting, even when I was on Naboo!" she continued. Puzzled and confused he looked at her. How could this be possible? How could she know about him, and how could she know what he looked like if she had never seen him before?

“I have also dreamed of you!” he thought but didn’t say it loudly, for he could never admit such feelings, such experiences to another person. But he remembered these dreams with enjoyment and wondered if her experience had been similar to his own.

"Then this meeting is predestined by the Force and your father knew about it," he said with astonishment. Once again his master was one step ahead of him.

Now he felt the consent of the Force so that there was no more reason for him to not accede to his desires. More imperiously he continued with his kisses, was totally lost when he finally felt her tongue play with his. His hands buried in her hair, and he enjoyed it when she put her arms around his neck and kissed him so passionately he hadn’t experienced in his dreams yet. One of his hands glided down to her buttocks, stroked her there, and again he wondered that also her buttocks felt exactly like in his dreams. Everything at her was so real unreal that he could hardly believe that she was here with him. His other hand roamed over her shoulder, and pulled down the straps of her shift to expose her breasts and started to caress them with his hand while kissing her hungrily, but she stopped him.

 “Maul, please!” She gently pushed him away a little bit and looked into his disappointed face.

"Today I must depart. My mother has fallen gravely ill and I must go back to Naboo to care for her. She has nobody but me.” Her expression was imploring. She caressed his cheek as she looked into his annoyed golden eyes. Why did she kiss and arouse him when she wanted to leave again?

"I shouldn’t have kissed you, Maul, but I wanted it so much – every day and every second I have been with you! And as you were there right behind me and stroked me I wasn’t able to refuse you for my desire was too strong. Please forgive me, Maul, I have been too egoistic!” she explained as if she had heard his thought, and buried her face in his powerful shoulder.

He gave a loud sigh and folded her into his arms. He was filled with anger at the thought that he had to let her go again - now for they were so near. But he sensed her anxiety for her mother and knew that he had to let her go. Besides, it would be better for him if she departed. It was already difficult enough for him not to think of her once. However, if they came together now, he wouldn't get away from her any more, would want to have her, would want her to stay with him continually. He was angry with himself, about his powerlessness to control this longing for her, about this hopeless situation, and he clenched his fists behind her back.

"Then I will wait for you!" he suddenly said, and looked into her eyes, which were red with the start of tears. Tears of despair, tears of farewell welled up and ran over her cheeks. Gently he wiped them away, kissed her eyes.

"I belong to you, my beloved!" she sobbed, and buried her face in his shoulder again. He stroked her gently, pulled her tightly to him to inhale her scent a last time, to let his fingers glide through her silky hair for a last time, and to kiss her long and passionately for a last time.

"I will wait for you!" he told her again and then let go of her. He watched her leave and go to her chamber, then went back to his own room. He threw himself, depressed and disappointed, down on his bed.

"Forcedamn!" he yelled, and banged his fist on the small sidetable which caved in under the intense punch.

***

Maul avoided sleeping within the next nights. He didn't want to dream of her again while she was so far away now. It frustrated him not to be able to see her anymore, or be able to touch her. And he was angry with himself. Once, his master had lectured him to develop no feelings for anything and anybody for it only turned one away and could lead to faults, to fatal faults.

Now he felt so weak, so unworthy for being Sith that his hate and his rage let him absolve hard combat training for hours. He felt a strong need to shatter everything which crossed his path, but he could keep his control for he was a Sith, and one of the greatest strength of the Sith was patience. But it was not the greatest strength of him, and this annoyed him once again. He had to wait on Banou, to wait on somebody that he already called his own. For days he avoided meeting his master because Sidious would find out immediately that he, Darth Maul, his apprentice, longed for her, for the daughter of the most powerful Sith ever. 

***

Sidious was anything but satisfied with the departure of his daughter. His plan was foiled by the illness of her mother, which angered him. He had nevertheless granted her desire to return to Naboo. He knew that she felt responsible for her mother who had this illness which soon would take a fatal course, despite all medications. This thought calmed Sidious down. His daughter would return in any case to Coruscant as soon as her mother was dead. He had watched her and Maul on the balcony, had seen, how they admired each other so much. Maul would have to wait, the seeds were sown.

END of Part 1