The previous day had been eventful. I turned a Jedi padawan to the Darkside and tainted, humiliated and shamed the Jedi Knight who destroyed my life by taking the one thing I had ever loved and cared for in all my life…my husband, my consort, my Lord and Master, Darth Maul, Dark Lord of Sith. I take time to relax and reflect as I lounge in a pool of fragrant water and bath oils. I allow myself to bask in my triumphant revenge as I enjoy the feeling of the warm water sink into my pores, cleansing my skin and soothing aching muscles while drinking a special Zabrak tea my beloved taught me to make. As always when I taste its tangy flavour it brings back another tender memory of my love.

I am quite pleased with myself, knowing that I have honoured the memory of my consort in hurting the only Jedi ever to hurt my beloved as he did – also destroying any chance of this Jedi to procreate, and if he attempted to, he would turn his lover to the Darkside...and also his possible offspring. I raise my eyes from the silver and glass wine goblet in my hand and I look toward the nearby sleep-couch where I find my little Dark Jedi padawan lying fast asleep, dressed in one of my satin nightgowns, her fiery tresses surrounding her like metallic flame. She is quite an attractive young woman. It is a pity she will never know true love as I knew it once.

Love. It has died in me – I will never love another. When my Lord died, he took my heart with him and left me nothing but an empty shell. Sighing softly, I bring the goblet to my lips, taking a slow drink as images begin to enter my mind. Memories we shared together…and I remember the first night he made love to me.

"Maul…Khameir, how I miss you," I sigh once more as I feel a tear run down my cheek to mingle with the water about me. "Why did your master have to send you on that last fateful mission?"

I sit in almost total silence, holding back the sobs that begin to rack my body, not wanting to wake Kerri sleeping not far away.

"Little One…"

Gasping softly, I quickly sit up, looking around the room, my senses in the Force stretching out in search of the person whose voice I just heard. My heart races in my chest, my held breath burning in my lungs. I see nothing, hear nothing, sense nothing, yet… who spoke to me? And then I realize…I know that voice! That voice … I heard it in my mind, in my heart and in my soul, and just to hear it would make my knees weak and my insides quiver and ache…

"M-Maul…?" I whisper through the Force and under my breath, unsure if I would even receive an answer, uncertain if I had actually heard his voice at all.

Suddenly, the room seems to grow dark and the Darkside energies surrounding me intensify and become so thick and intense, I find it is like breathing water. I feel a brush of cool air against the bare skin of my upper body…and then…the darkness and the Darkside energies as well as the cool air all fade away. Yet I have a strong sense of familiarity…and of a most familiar presence. I look about, my eyes falling upon Kerri on my bed as she slowly shifts into another position, apparently having not sensed what I had – oblivious. Closing my eyes, I sigh, wanting so much to feel the touch of my consort on my body, feel his lips upon me, kissing and licking… The hair at the nape of my neck moves and my body shudders the moment I feel lips brush my neck, and hot breath against my naked skin. I hold back the startled gasp that almost escaped my mouth as I feel a hand gently take hold of my breast when a strong arm wraps about my shoulder. I tremble in fright; unsure what is happening, why I feel this…and then I hear the most beautiful laughter and tears dare to well up in my eyes.

"Ah my Little One, you were always so easy to startle."

I hear the voice of the one man I have ever loved – a voice rich in culture, intelligence, danger, allure and seduction, which I can only describe as liquid dark velvet. I dare not open my eyes, afraid that if I do so he might vanish like a dream. The last thing I want is for him to leave me and I live in a void of loneliness once more.

"Maul…my love, how I have missed you…" I whisper softly, not wanting Kerri to hear our voices, my hand reaching out for his holding my breast and I find his hand there – skin warm and smooth under my touch.

Maul chuckles softly, kissing my ear, nipping at it with his lips teasingly as he always liked to do.

"I have always been here with you. I will never leave you, my precious Little One," my beloved whispers in my ear.

His hot breath touches my cool skin, setting shiver bumps to rise upon my skin. He gently grasps my shoulders from behind, helping me as I rise from the water and out of the pool, his arms immediately wrapping round me, holding my naked body against his hard muscled one.

And as he holds me, tears finally slipping from my eyes, my body instantly responds, my trembling becoming that of anticipation and my insides begin to throb and ache to hold him inside one more time.

"It has been so long, beloved…," I exclaim in a soft voice, turning my head just enough to look upon him as I finally open my eyes…and to my great relief and joy, he does not vanish – but remains holding me to him, his hands caressing my stomach and belly.

He smiles and my heart almost bursts, his eyes burning like fire as he looks at me, looking into my tear-filled eyes.

"There is nothing to fear, my Little One. I am here with you, do not fear."

He can sense and hear my fears, my worries – fear that he may disappear and I will never see him again, fear that this is all but my wild imagination…so many fears-

"But all unnecessary," Maul finishes my thought, looking deep into my eyes and turning his head, he slowly lowers it toward me and I feel his hot soft mouth cover mine in a long passionate kiss.

Moaning softly, I raise my hand, placing it on the back of his head to hold him to me, deepening the kiss as his tongue parts my lips and slips into my mouth to touch and play with my own. Our tongues dance together, rubbing and twisting, tasting eachother's mouths, sharing one another's breath.

"I want you…please, how I want you!" I speak with my mind, knowing he will hear it and in answer he runs one of his hands down over my belly, slipping his fingers between my thighs to touch my womanhood. I feel his fingers gently rub between the delicate lips of my gender, then slip his fingers in between them and begins to rub the inside, bringing a sharp moan to rumble deep in my throat in pleasure. His fingers run over the nub of delicate skin and nerves, and instantly my body thrashes against his, my movements making his fingers move over my swelling nub roughly. I can feel the heat of his body through his black clothing against my naked skin, feeling his heart start to beat a little faster, his breaths coming a little harder. And in return of his touch upon me, I slip my hand back between us and I place my hand over his manhood, rubbing gently and teasingly through the black fabric of his pants. Immediately I hear him sigh as his tongue still plays with mine between our locked mouths and he begins to move his hips, pushing his swelling gender into my hand as I begin to run my fingers up and down his length best I can through the fabric between him and my hand. I moan into his mouth as his fingers slip into my wet opening, feeling them move inside, touching, probing as he begins to groan while I move my hand over his now hard manhood.

"I want you…" I speak mentally, my body on fire and aching terribly to hold his hard sex deep inside me as he thrusts hard and fast, moving my hand over his gender more aggressively.

How my beloved groans and sighs as I run my hand over his hardness, his eyes burn into mine and how I have missed his beautiful golden gaze, the fire in them, their endless liquid depths. I could drown in them forever – I already have. Our mouths part, breathing hard as our eyes look into the other's and slowly I turn about in his arms, his fingers slipping from between my thighs, all wet with my slickness. And taking his hand into mine, I bring his wet hand to my mouth and I slowly lick and suckle his fingertips one by one, looking into his eyes as I do so, tasting myself on his fingers. Releasing his hand, I place my hands upon his body, running them up and down, feeling the contours of his broad muscular chest. I sigh softly, remembering the fascination I had of him the first time I looked upon his naked form, the first time I touched his exotic bare skin. In remembering, I feel almost overwhelmed with emotions I thought I had forever lost and a soft sob begins with the quivering of my chin, the tears welling up in my eyes once again.

Sudden, but with the gentlest of touch, he pulls me to him, holding my naked frame in his arms, kissing my forehead lovingly as he feels and sees what I experience and remember.

"There is no need to cry, my Little One," Maul whispers, his lips pressed against the top of my head, the heat of his breath felt through my hair as my head lies against his comforting shoulder.

Slowly I am filled with a sense of calm, ease and I feel my great love for him surge to life in a fury unlike I have ever experienced before. I take a shuddered breath to calm my nerves the remainder of the way.

"I know, beloved," I whisper in return, raising my head just slightly, bringing my face up just under his chin, and I kiss the place where his thrumming and powerful heart can be felt in his neck.

He sighs, enjoying my kiss, feeling my hot tongue slip from between my parting lips to lick and suckle at his sweetly scented skin. And as I continue to lick and suckle upon his neck, his head tilting away to allow me more access, I run my hands up between us and I slowly begin to undo the tiny buttons of his inner tunic. One by one it comes undone and I move my lips down over his now exposed collarbone just below his chin, flicking the hollow of his neck with the tip of my tongue. I trace it along the black design running along the center of his chest, kissing and licking down as more and more of his tunic opens to reveal his magnificently designed skin and perfectly sculpted muscles.

I smile at him, and kissing his hot smooth skin, lower myself before him. Placing my hands on his waist, I unclasp the heavy belt about his middle. As I let it fall to the floor, I put both hands on the waistband of his black pants, slipping my fingers just inside, and slowly, I push them down over his hips to free his erection, enjoying all that I see as I do so. My love is so beautiful, his black and red manhood stands proud and erect, swaying softly as he moves closer to me. I touch the head longingly with my tongue, slowly and tenderly licking it, kissing the tip and run my lips over it, brushing away the first delicious drops of his essence, his silken skin burning my lips and tongue with its heat.

"I have missed you, beloved," I sigh, looking up into his passionate face as his aroused scent fills my senses and urges me on as it always did when we were together.

I lick the ridge behind the head of his sex, circling it, and follow his throbbing veins to the base where I kiss the smooth skin of his underbelly. My hand closes around his sac, relishing the smooth skin and the fullness of it. Remembering where my beloved enjoys being touched, the tender spot between his sac and his opening, I press my lips to it and hear his excited groan. I kiss him and lick him and I feel his hand in my hair, holding my head in place. He moves his hips, rubbing his hardness against my cheek as I kiss and lick him, running my kissing lips and hot tongue over his hard silken-skinned length, tasting him as I run the tip of my tongue along the small red design that runs from the base to the head of him.

"Take me in your mouth Little One, drink from me." His voice is hoarse and his eyes burn fiery like the molten center of a planet, burning straight into my very being.

I kiss his manhood as I move back to the head to let it slip into my hot mouth, licking and letting my tongue circle it, rubbing against the swollen head as I take more of his length into my mouth. Moving my lips over him, pushing his skin up and down, I use one hand to add to his pleasure, the other hand is rubbing his most sensitive spot. I can feel the swollen veins of his manhood throb against my tongue as I suckle and tease.

"Ohhh Little One, it feels so good," my beloved groans, his body tense, his eyes half closed, his lips slightly parted as his hips move to push himself into me as I move forward to take his length into my mouth once more.

My consort pants, ready to let me taste him, groaning more so as I slowly pick up my pace over his throbbing gender. I move my mouth faster and suckle his essence from him, aching to taste him after all this time. He utters a long deep groan and I feel his fingers tighten in my hair, holding my head close to him as he pushes into my mouth. And as I suckle, I taste his seed. It lies thick and hot against the back of my throat and I take it, drinking it from him as he gives his release to me, burning the back of my throat with its heat. I raise my eyes to see his aroused face, his eyes half closed, the lines on his face deep and groans coming from his parted lips as I continue to suckle at his manhood, drinking every last drop of him, licking the hot skin. Pressing down, I beg him to give me more still and he groans loud with the utmost arousal, his body still rigid, muscles twitching as I continue to suckle upon him in my mouth.

"Yess, Little One you shall have more," my love groans, his velvet voice low and hoarse with his arousal, his hips moving lazily.

I know he can give me all I desire as I tease the head more with my tongue, and holding it against the little hole almost like a cup, he lets me taste more of his sweetness, it touches my tongue, hot and wonderful. Gently he removes himself from my mouth, standing before me half dressed in his black attire. He grins as he takes a step back from me, his eyes looking into mine. Then raising his arms he shrugs out of both tunics at once, revealing his magnificent, exotic red and black skinned body, his well-shaped muscles moving and flexing beneath his beautiful skin. Once his tunics are lying neatly upon a nearby chair, he kicks off his black boots and steps gracefully out of his pants, setting them too with his tunics. My beloved stands before me naked, and such a difference his proud erection is to that of the pitiful Jedi – the Jedi is nothing compared to beauty, magnificence and perfection of my consort!

"You did very well there, Little One, you honour me." My beloved Lord, Master and Consort looks upon me with pride and love, his eyes shining brilliantly.

I feel tears of pride well up in my eyes at the words of my husband. I desire nothing more than to have his approval and his pride and he is not one to praise often. I do not know what to say as he helps me rise to my feet, his hands caressing my arms and shoulders as I stand before him.

"Lie down, my Little One," his breathy voice purrs and I smile and move to the large empty bed. I lay back upon it, raising my arms seductively over my head, pulling up one knee, remembering how my beloved enjoyed looking at my naked body. He smiles as his eyes wander over me hungrily, taking in every sensuous inch as he moves to sit upon the bed beside me.

"So beautiful you are,” he says in a soft low voice as he caresses my hot skin and follows his fingers with his kisses – wet kisses come on my neck and my shoulders, on my chest, where he licks gently and nips my skin.

"Your breasts look so beautiful when you hold your arms like this, Little One."

He cups my breasts and holds them, appreciating their weight and roundness and kisses the soft flesh, letting his tongue circle the aureoles, tasting the soft delicate skin surrounding my nipples. I moan softly, wanting – aching for him to suckle at my breasts again.

"Please beloved, kiss my breasts again. I have missed your touch so, that sometimes at night I hold them, desperate to feel your mouth suckle." I speak in a low hoarse voice, my eyes looking at him, sighing softly as I remember those nights when I ached to feel his mouth suckle hard and deep upon my breasts.

"Little One, as you slept I held you and suckled at your sweet breasts, every night I made love to you."

"Yes beloved! I felt it, but I was afraid it was just my fantasy."

"Is this fantasy, Little One?" my beloved asks as he closes his mouth over my nipple and I feel him suckle hard and deep, running his hot slick tongue over my swelling sensitive nipple.

I moan again. "Please do not stop, my love."

"Oh no, little one, certainly not." He lets one nipple go to kiss my breast and move to the valley between them where he licks my skin.

"You taste so good little one, so good," Maul says as he slicks the aureole and my nipple hardens to his expert touch.

"Yes Khameir, yes!" I sigh as he begins to suckle, hard and deep, playing his tongue over my nipple in my mouth.

"Little one, I desired to drink your milk from your breast when you were having my child"

I feel tears trickle down my cheek for this had been our greatest wish, I wanted to give birth to his daughter and he would drink from my breast.

"Yes beloved." I hold his head to my breast as he suckles, so hungrily and it feels so good.

He lifts his head from my nipple and his golden eyes have a mischievous look as he begins kissing over my burning skin to my stomach. His hands lie flat on my body, making it feel as if flames play over it. He kisses my navel, his tongue playing it teasingly. As his lips reach the spot over my womb his kisses seem almost reverent.

"I was going to place my life inside you one day. But I promise you Little One, you shall have my child."

I raise my eyebrows, confused by his words. "Beloved?"

"I promise you, you shall give birth to our daughter and I shall drink the warm milk coming from your breast."

"I shall feel my child move here, where I hold my mouth now." My beloved holds his lips gently against my belly, his tongue darting out to lick the skin.

My heart is racing in my breast, millions of emotions go through me. I do not know what to do; I do not know what to say. I am confused, unable to understand all that is happening. Maul kisses my belly and his hands play with the hair that hides my womanhood. Gently he pulls the hair before his fingers slide between the lips of my gender, spreading them wide. His fingers set me on fire as they always do, he touches, caresses, and I cannot hold back a scream. Instantly I clasp my hand over mouth as not to wake Kerri, but Maul chuckles.

"Do not concern yourself with her, Little One, she will not wake up until I allow it."

I nod silently, slipping my hand from over my mouth, feeling myself blush ever so slightly as his brilliant eyes of liquid fire look me over hungrily. He shifts his body to sit between my legs, where his hands softly caress the inside of my thighs, making me sigh and lick my lips sensuously. I know it will not be long before I will feel his most arousing touch. His head goes down to kiss and nip the skin of my thighs, going lower and lower until he just brushes my womanhood, making me shudder at the intimate touch.

"Hold yourself open to me Little One, let me see your beauty," he says in his husky voice and I hasten to obey, pulling the lips of my womanhood apart for him, revealing myself to him.

He groans and flexes his tongue to lick first the swollen outer lips, kissing my fingers as he meets them, making me moan aloud for it having been so long since he last touched me in this manner. Then he kisses the wet, pink inner lips where he explores every crevice before he licks to my opening, teasing me with the tip of his hot tongue. He opens his mouth wide to cover it and I feel him suckle hard and so deep. I writhe under him, sensations of sexual arousal almost too great to bear, my moans almost sounding like cries, grasping hold of the sheets beneath me as my back arches and my hips move under his mouth. He drinks from me, his lips working to draw my essence from me. I feel his long tongue going inside, licking the quivering walls, moving deeper inside to rub against my most sensitive spot, which rips a loud cry from my mouth.

"Maul, beloved! Please...it feels so good!"

He slips his tongue from within me and licks to my nub where he gently rakes his teeth over the sensitive nerves, my body shaking as he does so. My beloved wishes to give me more passion now, he knows how I have missed him. He knows how I ached for his touch. He has seen how I tried to console myself with my fingers, while imagining I still feel him. Yet nothing compares to him, the REAL him, and now I have him with me again. He shifts his head and his frontal horn rubs my hard nub, making me jump with ecstasy, moving the horn over my nub, forcing quick soft cries to come from my parted lips. Again I see that grin he always had when his sexual prowess surprised me.

"Does it arouse you, little one?"

"Yesss... Khameir, yess... I want you so," I moan, my breath already coming in pants, a fine sheen of sweat upon my forehead and upper lip.

My beloved knows how to bring me close to a climax before letting me catch my breath, and then bring me even closer again, thus prolonging my pleasure. He moves his frontal horn from my nub to my opening, where it goes inside and I cannot help but give a cry when I feel its roughness inside me. But it is soon replaced by his hungry mouth again, licking me, kissing me. Eager fingers push the hood of my nub back, rolling the sensitive tiny piece of flesh between two fingers. I arch my back and give strained cries, unable to lie still. My fingers pull my lips as I still hold them wide for him and I claw at my flesh in abandoned passion as my senses are burning like a raging out of control fire, unstoppable and uncontrollable. Maul lets two fingers go inside me to stimulate me inside while he still rolls my nub to bring me to the edge. His fingers move inside me and I feel I am flooding his hand. He licks the slickness quickly before holding his mouth to my opening again to lick my essence as it flows from my body. His stimulation makes me writhe and pull my knees up high, wanting so much more, not wanting him ever to stop.

"Yess, Little One," my beloved says between hungry licks, groaning softly as he licks my taste from my womanhood. "Let your climax come, let me drink it from your body"

Each breath is now a prolonged groan ending in a scream as I feel him draw my orgasm from my body. My body begins to contract wildly, rocking me. I am unable to hold back the flow of essence as it rushes from me into his waiting, eager mouth. Quickly he licks and drinks from me, not wanting one drop to escape, drinking all I can give him, licking the last drop from my lips. When he is satisfied, he rises from me and lies beside me, taking me in his arms, holding me to him as I recover from my almost overwhelming release. His body is so warm against mine, so perfect, his long powerful arms, his wonderful scent, that I cannot hold back a sigh of contentment. It had been so long – so very long since I last saw my beloved, the night he departed on the mission his master had given him that had been his last. My beloved husband, consort and Lord died during that mission his master set him on – killed by the Jedi whom I have captured and tortured in vengeance of my heart and the death of the only man I have every truly loved.

My thoughts are slowly put aside as Maul shifts his body against mine and I smile softly, knowing he is still aroused. I can feel it against my thigh as he lies pressed closely to me, his leg resting on mine, his arm slung over my chest, and I feel his wet kisses on my neck. His lovely, breathy voice whispers in my ear, those soft Zabrak words I have missed so greatly. I turn my head slightly to the right to meet his mouth for a longing kiss.

"Khameir... I want to feel you inside me again... I have missed you so much," I speak softly as we break our kiss for a moment.

His kiss deepens, his tongue dances around mine, exploring every part of my mouth, tasting me and taking my breaths from my mouth. His hand once again fondles my breast and I moan softly, placing my hand over his. My beloved's kiss is so sweet, his lips soft and warm, his taste as wonderful as I remembered it, his aroused scent that of sandalwood and musk. He kisses my face, my cheeks, my eyes, my moist forehead and the tip of my nose. I hold my hand against his cheek and he kisses my palm, licking slowly to my wrist to hold his tongue against the wildly beating pulse there. I sigh deeply as I caress his smooth black skin to the horn at his temple, running my fingers over the base, teasing the skin softly.

"Ah, that always so aroused my beloved!" I think with a soft smile as he sighs and moves his head into my hand. I brush my fingers back along a swirling red tattoo to his nose and his lips, smiling as he kisses my fingertips, then licks them one by one.

He shifts his body a little as he covers me and I once again feel his weight upon me, his hot skin against mine, burning my naked flesh with his heat. My beloved is an expert in the art of making love, he starts undulating moves with his hips, stroking my belly with his manhood. His chest rubs mine, making his hard nipples kiss mine. I moan again, urged on by his arousing presence and his love. As he covers me, he holds my face between his hands and kisses me passionately, our breaths mingling as he lets my moans come into his mouth, making my breath his own.

"Little One, it has been so long. I longed for you, but I could not touch you." He breaks his kiss, looking into my eyes as he speaks.

"Khameir! Please take me now, do not leave me again!" I plead as I writhe under him, spreading my legs and raising my knees almost begging him to enter me.

He looks deep into my eyes, his golden eyes filled with passion and he begins stroking my womanhood with his sex. I feel his long, sensuous strokes between my lips, rubbing my nub, then going back through my slickness to the entrance to my womb where he teases me by just holding the head of his beautiful red and black manhood to my opening. He groans into my mouth as I kiss him, flicking his tongue with mine, our tongues dancing with fiery passion and need. I know I am soaking him now, I can feel my essence flowing like a river at his expert touch.

"Khameir, please, come inside me...I need you...please..."

He groans again and with a move only my Lord can make, he thrusts his sex into me. Immediately I gasp as his large manhood fills me completely, the lips of my womanhood straining to embrace him, my muscles relaxing to let him go all the way inside. And then I feel him deep inside me again, the head of his manhood touching my womb and I contract my muscles to hold him. I wrap my arms about his neck, holding him to me as we kiss, but the feel of him inside me forces me to grab the sheets and give a muffled cry. I can feel his skin move as he thrusts inside me, going deep, pressing against me with every thrust into me.

"Oh Khameir! So good...move faster…!"

His eyes burn into mine as his hips move faster and harder, his sac being pushed almost between my lips. Again my beloved kisses me, his tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth at the same pace as his sex goes in and out of my womanhood, groaning with almost every thrust deep into me. I feel my release coming, my body shuddering and I lose al sense of time and place. All I can feel is his sex thrusting deep inside me, his tongue touching mine and his gorgeous eyes burning into mine. I sense, hear, see, feel, know nothing else beyond what takes place at this very moment.

"Little one... this is such bliss! I can feel you contract around me... it is so good!" my beloved groans, thrusting faster and deeper, grasping my knees and pushing them back against my chest to go ever deeper. "Let your body go now! Release for me!"

I arch my back as the tension comes to its apex – the tightly bound band finally snaps and I release. Maul thrusts faster still, releasing his seed into my womb with each thrust, groaning, his eyes almost fully closed yet never breaking away from mine.

"Khameir!!" I scream as I release, my body quaking in total abandonment, my eyes rolled back into my head as I cry with each thrust he makes.

As I lie on the bed weak and my senses swirling beyond the eternal, he makes a few last, lazy thrusts, before he relaxes. Then we lie there breathless, our arms wrapped around each other, his manhood still inside me, both panting as our bodies burn with the fading fires of passion.

"Beloved, what did you mean before when you said I shall have your child?" I finally speak up after a long perfect silence, what he said to me playing on my mind.

He moves his hand over my belly and smiles. "I have put my life inside you my precious Little One. You are with child. I have put my life inside you so my seed shall live on and you shall have part of me with you."

I shiver at the impact of his words as I caress the hard muscles of his chest, unsure what to think, unsure what I should say.

"I am with child, I carry my beloved's life inside me…" I think in growing awe and wonder, joy filling me with an elation I have never felt before, and I feel myself beginning to glow with a new light. I give a soft moan and press my body close to him.

"Khameir, please stay with me I cannot bear to lose you again."

"You have never lost me, Little One and you never will. I shall be there to take my daughter from your womb and bless her," my beloved answers with a soft smile, seeing the glow in my eyes, and yet he sees the fear and the uncertainty.

“Why did you stay away so long, beloved? I grieved for you and I missed you so much!” I say between kisses.

“You had to prove yourself worthy, Little One, worthy to be the mother of my daughter and my consort. I would not have honored you thus had you become a simpering fool. But I am proud of you, you have proven yourself very worthy indeed,” my beloved says and kisses the tip of my nose.

Kissing the warm skin under my mouth, I caress his chest, going down to his hard stomach. Maul sighs softly and his lips touch my forehead with the gentlest of kisses. I know my caresses excite him, for he stirs beside me and holds me tighter to him as my hand strokes his hot skin lower I meet his hard gender. So eager to give and receive pleasure me beloved is. I raise myself slightly to kiss his mouth, closing my lips over his to suckle them and taste him.

"I want you again, Khameir," I whisper against his mouth, tasting his breath on my lips, taking his breath and making it my own as I hover so close to him, our mouths just touching.

He smiles his devastating smile, showing off those sweet wrinkles I love so much, his eyes glowing so brilliantly that I find myself sighing as I look into them. I kiss his cheek and the tip of his nose, kissing the sweet lines at his eyes and then lick the horn at his temple, tasting his Zabrak taste, inhaling deeply of his wondrous scent.

"You are so beautiful, my beloved, so very beautiful," I whisper hoarsely into his ear, licking the delicate shell to the tiny silver stud while he caresses my back, trailing my spine with the tips of his fingers, causing me to shiver with delight.

My Lord's hands set me on fire as they touch my behind, caressing the crevice as I nip the skin of his neck and lick to his collarbone. Shifting my body I go lower to his chest where I lick and kiss the swirling red marking to his nipple where I suckle hungrily, flicking the hard little nub inside my mouth, rubbing and flexing my tongue over and about it.

Maul groans as I suckle his nipple, caressing my back again, pulling me on top of him easily and I stretch out over his body, pressing as much of my naked skin to his as I can. I kiss his broad chest, moving to his other nipple where I suckle once more, taking his skin between my teeth and pull it teasingly. I can feel his heart beating wildly against the palm of my hand as I place it upon his chest, feeling the smooth, hot skin under my fingers.

"Little One, you please me so well," Maul says, his breath coming quickly from between his lips, his hands caressing and touching me as his fingers slip into my hair to enjoy its feel in his hands.

"It is all I want, my love, to please you and hold you close to me as I do now," I return as I gaze into his golden eyes, feeling myself being captivated, drowning in them as it always happens.

I feel their fire burn me, hypnotize me and it almost becomes impossible to break the spell. But I want to please him, feel him, taste him and tearing myself away from his hypnotic eyes, I kiss his chest again, moving down to his stomach and his belly, the pattern of my kissing as erratic as the red tattoos on his black skin. I follow the one leading to his underbelly where it connects with the small red figures on his manhood and I take his gender in my mouth once more, unable to resist its silken sweetness, running my tongue about him in my mouth, suckling upon him with insatiable hunger. He groans as I lick his length, tasting myself on it as I move his soft folds up and down as I kiss and lick him and I feel his hand holding my head in position again. But this time I shall have my way.

I look up at him with a mischievous smile as I raise myself on hands and knees. My Lord shall be mine again after all these long, lonely months. I straddle his legs and, lowering my body, I glide forward to caress his legs and his throbbing manhood with my breasts. Teasingly I let one nipple play with the tiny hole in the head of his manhood and he gives an aroused deep groan, his eyes burning with passion as he watches. I inch myself up over his body giving a long lick over his chest, savoring his slightly salty taste.

"There...I am exactly where I want to be right now," I think mischievously, positioning myself over his hips, my womanhood touching him, and I move my hips to caress his hardness agonizingly slowly. I can feel his sex spread my lips as it rubs between them, my wetness slicking him. He raises his head and I see fierce passion burn in his glorious eyes, his lips are parted and he looks the personification of beauty and arousal. I let my womanhood press down on him a little harder, moaning as he touches my swelling nub. How I want him!

“Little One, take me inside you, I want to feel your sweet lips embrace me once more," my beloved says in his breathy voice.

"Patience, my beloved, you shall have me," I whisper hoarsely as I sit back on his thighs and my hands begin touching his manhood slowly and lovingly.

I feel my own wetness on it as it throbs and twitches in my hands. And, looking into his eyes I lick my fingers, one by one, before putting them flat on his belly to stroke over the length of him, up to his neck and then back again to his gorgeous manhood. My own sexual need urges me on. I slowly lift my hips and using one hand I position his sex before my entrance, before I slowly lower myself onto him. My body tenses instantly and I moan as I feel him inside me again, he is so hot, so big and it feels so good. He moves his hips to meet me as I take him inside me and slowly start rocking over him, bending forward to let my breasts hang and sway as he so enjoys seeing and I offer him one nipple as I hold it to his mouth. My Lord's eager lips suckle at it, flicking the swollen nipple inside his mouth. But quickly I sit back up, removing my breast from his mouth with a wet noise, leaving my breast slick with his saliva.

"Ahhh he feels so good inside me, throbbing, his skin moving inside me," I think as I move my hips over him, feeling his length within, hard and softer than silk. I cannot help but move my hips faster, thrusting into him, causing him to groan loudly.

His head leans back, his back arches slightly as I ride him, thrusting my hips fast and hard. I touch my swollen nub and rub its delicate flesh, then shift my body so my most sensitive spot is rubbed against his skin, making me moan louder with each movement of my hips. I grab my breasts and pull the nipples, I cannot hold back my cries of utmost passion, crying out loud with each thrust we make against one another.

"Little One! Ohh... so good! Yess..." Maul cries. "Let me see your breasts dance."

I place my hands on his chest and as I thrust faster and harder, my breasts bounce before him and it excites him to the full, he groans more so as I move over him, touching deep inside of me. His sex inside me is fire as I begin contracting my muscles around him, urging him to release his seed into me.

"Yess...Little One...take what belongs to you...receive my seed now...!"

He grabs the sheets and his back arches again as I feel his release coming inside me, his essence hot like fire as he lets go. I feel my womb opening and a hard, fierce orgasm washes over me. I throw my head back and scream my beloved's name, moving wildly over his gender, leaning back as his sex rubs my most sensitive spot deep inside.

"Khameir!!!" I let my essence flood him, my body shaking almost violently as I move my hips over him slowly now, panting for breath. I lean forward heavily, lying myself upon Maul's body as he wraps his arms about me, holding me to him.

"You will sleep now, little one," my Lord whispers in my ear, his hot breath washing over my skin. But I feel terror clawing at my heart. I do not wish to sleep, not one second when I can still look at him.

"If he vanishes again and leaves me.... I do not think I could bear losing him again"

"I am not leaving you, I promise," he answers my thought and caresses my arm, comforting me. A few moments later I hear his soft, even breathing and I know he is sleeping.

In the warm glow of the single nightlight that is still burning I shift my head to look at him. I must be silent for the slightest move or sound wakes him. I gaze into his sleeping face and I feel my heart burst with love for him as I see the long eyelashes resting on his cheeks. His eyelids flutter a moment and I put a butterfly kiss on his cheek. What are you dreaming about, my love? Are you dreaming of your conquest of the galaxy? Are you dreaming of me? I snuggle up close to him again and put my hands on my belly, where his life is now growing. A tiny seed ready to become a living being, his child, his daughter. I close my eyes, enjoying the new feelings and sensations that course through me.

I must have dozed off in spite of my determination to stay awake and look at my beloved sleep, for when I open my eyes, the first light of dawn is creeping into the room and I lie in my Lord's arms. And of course he is awake as he always was before and as I raise my head, I see his smile and his beautiful eyes watching me. But before I can speak, his mouth covers mine in a long, passionate kiss, his tongue touching mine, tasting me. I moan softly, already aroused by his kiss, feeling the fires of passion beginning to grow within me once more.

But he moves away from me and chuckles. "Come little one, we have work to do."

"Aye, that we have indeed, my beloved Lord, "I say, grinning evilly, following him as he enters the refresher.

We take a quick shower, washing one another's body, Maul holding my back to his front, his hands upon my belly as I hold my own hands upon his. Unfortunately we can only remain like this for so long, for we must complete what I have started – the total humiliation and destruction of the Jedi Knight known as Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Dressed in an elegant black, low cut bodiced gown, Maul and I approach the sleep-couch where Kerri sleeps the sleep of the dark side, curled up like a small child. He makes a small move with his hand and she awakens, her golden eyes drowsy as they open, her limbs stretching out as she groans softly.

"Kerri, we have to complete our task," I tell her and a hungry look moves over her lovely face, knowing that she will be having her fun yet again upon the Jedi Knight she once called friend and Master.

My little Dark Jedi padawan rises from the sleep-couch and stretches sensuously, my black satin nightgown clinging to her sweet curves and as she drops her arms to her sides, she turns and her eyes fall upon Maul. Instantly her mouth drops open and her eyes widen in utter disbelief.

"You? I thought you were dead!"

"Yes. It is I, Kerri. You now belong to the dark side, little Jedi. You are Zabrak, proud heirs to the legacy of the Goddess Nimith. You would have disgraced yourself as a Jedi. Now you have become Sith, like her...and…like me," my beloved says. "When I establish the new Sith Order, you shall be one of my chosen warriors."

A dark smile plays over Kerri's face. "I obey, my Lord." Kerri bows to Lord Maul and kisses his hand, raising it to her forehead in obeisance.

He nods and the three of us walk along the corridor to the sealed chamber where Obi-Wan Kenobi lies awaiting his punishment. If only the Jedi knew what we have planned for him next!

Continued in Part VI

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