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The small rebel base on an unnamed moon was well hidden, and probably the safest place she had been at in several months. Ashoka Tano, nowadays better known as Fulcrum, allowed herself a small smile. Having to escape from Nar Shaddaa with nothing on her person but a threadbare towel and her boots - and her sabers - was somewhat funny in retrospect. Not that she would ever admit as much to Cad Bane. The infamous bounty hunter had been far too amused by the predicament she had gotten herself into. Still, his aid in her escape had been priceless, even if she had to put up with a ton of blatantly suggestive remarks from his side until he had dropped her off on a minor trade station.
Her next mission had been long and grueling, but at least had not involved any blown cover and Ahsoka was glad that she could finally take a moment to relax in the refresher. Small and dingy as it was, the water provided was truly hot instead of just lukewarm.
It was also blessedly free of any imperial agents.
Ahsoka set the temperature as hot as she could without running into the danger of accidentally boiling herself and stayed a few minutes extra, just to soak up the heat. The industrial grade soap smelled faintly of some artificial, undefined flowers but it got the job done as she scrubbed away grime and soot.
She sighed softly as she poured more of the liquid soap into her hands to scrub down her montrals and lekku. The sensitive skin would need to be oiled or moisturized soon, or there might be flaking, splitting skin, and while that would hardly be life-threatening it would be uncomfortable.
Five minutes later she was feeling clean for the first time in a long while and she just stepped out from the ‘fresher naked, towel thrown over one shoulder, ready to curl up in bed with a few interesting data pads she had not yet had a chance to read when instincts screamed that she was not alone.
Again?
She managed to just keep moving, not wanting to give anyone notice of her having spotted anything amiss and reached out with the force tentatively.
Her mind brushed against something that she recognized as a powerful force cloak and a moment later it unfurled.
The distinct feeling of amusement told her who it was even before the dark, sizzling aura brushed against her, a carefully controlled storm.
Maul.
She did not even question how he had gotten inside of the base – he had proven in the past that he had an uncanny talent for infiltration when it suited him.
A pair of golden, glowing eyes blinked up somewhere at the head end of her narrow bed, and it took her a moment to realize that his patterned skin was an incredibly effective camouflage in the dim light of her room.
He was practically invisible except for those glittering eyes.
He lifted the covers, and her towel dropped to the floor as she slipped in beneath, naked skin gliding against his body – cool metal against her legs and his chest still warmer than her own body.
He was as naked as she was.
Awfully cocky of you, isn’t it?
Slipping back into the mental rapport with him was effortless.
You like me that way.
His mouth slanted over hers, his kiss full of passion and tongue as he licked into her mouth, tasting her, the low rumble building in his chest running through her own and settling in her very bones.
His contentment sang through the link, almost drowning beneath a sense of barely controlled desire.
He wanted her.
Badly.
He nipped at her lower lip, a sharp sting soothed away a moment later by his tongue, and she had to admit that he was not wrong in this assessment.
She liked him exactly as he was.
Occasionally she wondered what that said about her.
She did not harbor the illusion that her tentative alliance with Maul had changed him in any way – he was very unapologetically himself – a selfish, smartass bastard with impressive fighting skills and force powers that had brought down a star destroyer once.
She was supposed to shun everything he stood for.
Then why in the name of the living force did he have to be so intoxicating?
She was tempted to lay blame onto his ungodly talented hands and mouth at times – the man definitely knew just how to make her blood boil and her body sing – but that would have been merely scratching at the surface.
She did not even know what to call this thing between them.
They were not enemies. Not anymore.
Allies? Tentative friends with some … benefits?
You think too much. Why must you always entangle yourself in the trappings of the perception of others?
His mind-voice was still amused, even if laced with a tone of slight scolding now.
What would you call it then?
She was aware of the challenge in her voice - and as always, he met her provocation head on. Leaning back a little, his golden gaze met hers, easily capturing her eyes.
I would call myself yours, Ah-so-ka.
She felt like the floor dropped out beneath her, leaving her in free fall.
He offered no resistance when she delved deeper into his mind – probing and not nearly as adept as he was at this, and then the cheeky bastard gently nudged her into the right direction.
His passionate conviction was a steady flame, burning deep in the core of his mind.
He meant it.
He liked being hers.
His eyes were bright, golden and steady, and his mouth curved up in that wicked, little smirk that she used to hate and now had come to adore.
Something deep inside of her shattered – and she leaned forward to capture that wicked mouth with her own.
His mouth opened against hers, and she stroked against his tongue with hers. Spice, and a hint of something metallic.
His arms came up around her, clever fingers trailing down along the tense muscles next to her spine, and she relaxed into his touch with a content groan.
He rolled her beneath him with a smooth motion, setting her on her stomach and a moment later his body settled on hers as he straddled her thighs and his hands moved to trap her wrists next to her head, effectively caging her in.
Anyone else who dared would have had her fighting tooth and nail.
With him she liked it.
Liked being trapped beneath him.
Liked his weight on top of her, carefully balanced on his knees but still heavy and solid.
His fingertips dug into her skin as they raked down her back, the firm feeling of his nails making her arch her back into the delicious scratch. He nudged her back lek aside with his chin and his mouth settled against the nape of her neck.
The hot pinpricks of his fangs as he bit down made her hold her breath, and then the sharp sting transmuted into warmth spreading along her spine, coiling up low in her belly.
He made a rumbly, happy sound and slotted his fangs ever so carefully into her flesh, slow bites with pinpricks of pain that transmuted into delicious heat, and she made a breathless churring purr as his claim made her melt into his touch, her hips arching up into his sharply, the cool metal of his legs and hips a familiar sensation now that left her wet and wanting.
His left hand trailed down along her spine slowly, and she bit back a moan as his hand squeezed her buttock languidly before his clever fingers wandered between her legs, a fingertip tracing along her soft, wet folds before dipping inside. She eagerly spread her legs to accommodate him.
His low growl of approval as he discovered just how wet she was for him vibrated through her montrals and then directly along her spine. It made her clench around his fingers as he added another one and she pushed back against his fingers
She wriggled her hips impatiently against his thrusting fingers. Fingers felt nice, but they were not what she wanted inside of her, right now.
So impatient, my Ah-so-ka.
His mind-voice was a teasing purr, and she arched up into him.
Not my fault that you’ve spoilt me so.
Her reply made him laugh, a pleased, rolling sound deep inside of her mind. She could feel the pent-up desire running through him, but there was also a sharp, hungry sense of anticipation.
He laid another trail of playful bites against her neck and shoulder.
It would please me greatly to hear what you wish from me, my Ah-so-ka.
It was as much an impatient demand as it was an imploring plea. He wanted to hear how much she wanted him, too.
I want you to bury your pretty, pretty cock inside of me until I can’t walk straight for days. How about that?
This time, the deep groan above her was not only in her mind, the low, throaty sound filled the room.
She could feel the fine tremor running through his body at her bold request and then there was a faint click behind her as his cock unsheathed and the hard length came to rest against her skin.
His right hand splayed on the bed next to her head, and the other curled around her thigh as he hoisted her up in one smooth motion and slid her down onto his cock firmly.
The feeling of him spreading her open wide until he was buried to the hilt inside of her made her bite her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
It would not really do to inform the whole rebel base of the fact that she was currently having some truly fantastic sex.
Fantastic, hmmm?
He was far too adept to not have followed her train of thoughts with his mind linked to hers, just as she was tuned into his emotions.
Pride that he pleasured her so well.
Deeply rooted satisfaction at her joy.
He wanted to make her scream her pleasure, letting whoever might listen know that she was being well attended to.
Her eyes widened.
Will you sing for me?
His mind-voice deepened into a rolling purr, and she knew very well that she really, really should not alert anyone that she had company.
It would be a challenge to keep quiet, but one she decidedly liked.
Make me.
Her dare was met with another deep growl into her shoulder that settled directly into her belly. It made her clench around his hard length inside of her, and his growl changed into a low rumble that vibrated through her.
Maul liked challenges. More so when she was the one issuing them.
He had been too impatient to bother with much foreplay, but now he took her with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips that made his ridges rub against those sensitive spots inside of her in the best of ways, and she bit her lip to suppress the sounds as she squirmed beneath him, trying to buck up into his hips in an attempt to drive him deeper inside of her.
She could feel his smile.
None of that. I intend to enjoy you until the dawn chases the night away, my Ah-so-ka.
Kark.
His appreciative hum made her stomach muscles clench in anticipation.
She had forgotten that he could be patient when it suited him. He nuzzled her back lek aside with his nose and laid a row of playful bites along the length of her neck, tiny pinpricks of hot pain that dissolved into warmth that travelled along her spine and made her want to melt into the mattress.
His pleased amusement at her reaction prickled against her senses as he canted his hips and started to pick up his pace. He stroked inside of her with deep, hard thrusts, and she bit down onto her hand to keep quiet as the pleasure started to pool between her legs.
His hand wandered up from her hip, and he interlocked his fingers with hers, anchoring her against him as he started to pump into her in earnest, and she felt her muscles begin to flutter and clench.
Come for me.
His dark, gravelly command made her tip over the edge and fall headlong into ecstasy, pulling him along with her as their shared pleasure reverberated through the bond.
His roar drowned out her higher-pitched keening moan.
The intense waves finally ebbed, and she became aware his thrusts had not stopped. He had not slowed down at all – still hard and even though that should no longer come as a surprise, it still caught her off guard at times.
Prosthetic implants have certain advantages. You will sing for me tonight. Again, and again.
The dark promise in his mind-voice made her eyes go wide.
You’re lucky that I really, really like yours.
His pleased, smug purr at her admission echoed through her mind.
Her pussy was over-sensitized and still pulsing, and it did not take more than a few measured, deep trusts to set her off again, and she stubbornly tried to remain silent, though she was sure it was moot point by now – his roars were anything but.
True to his promise he was relentlessly and single-mindedly focused on chasing her pleasure. He slid his hands down her arms and beneath her and flipped their positions. She ended straddling him facing away from him. His hands settled onto her hips, keeping her steady as he thrust up into her.
She was hot and wet, her folds swollen and oh so receptive, and the change in position was all it took to make her muscles quiver as he drove her over the edge again. This time his thrusts did slow down, though he kept moving almost leisurely inside of her.
She was still trying to catch her breath when she felt his hands glide down from his hips to her buttocks, his thumbs slowly spreading her cheeks apart, revealing the tight entrance of her ass to his gaze.
Oh.
She felt her breath hitch as he stroked a curious fingertip against the soft, puckered skin, and she felt a different set of cheeks heat up as she blushed.
You like this.
His mind-voice held far more statement than question. A foggy, drug-hazy memory from that first night she had spent with him on Hosnian Prime drifted up – if he remembered as well, he had an inkling of just how much she had liked it.
He had had her pinned against a wall, folded in half, one leg over his arm, the other thrown over his shoulder, cock buried as deep into her ass as it would go, her pussy dripping as she screamed for him and just came and came and came.
Her cheeks felt hot enough to glow, and her body followed suit. She could feel his curiosity shift to outright intrigue at her reaction.
He stilled his trusts as he trailed that fingertip slowly down along her sensitive skin, just to rub it against the wet slick of their combined juices welling out of her pussy. When he slowly drew it up again, it left a cool, wet trail against her overheated skin, and she swallowed.
He circled his wet fingertip slowly against the sensitive skin, and she shivered.
I adore this deviant side of you, my Ah-so-ka.
The breathless anticipation in his mind voice made her close her eyes, his praise making her feel flushed and pliant, her head falling back, and she bit her lower lip as her lekku twitched against her skin. He stroked his thumbs against her buttocks, and she could feel the whisper of the force around her as he kept her spread open for his viewing pleasure, just before he eased the tight muscle open, patiently gathering more wetness from her swollen folds, slowly but steadily feeding his finger inside of her until his knuckles collided with her skin.
His heated gaze was focused with enough intensity on the image she presented that she caught occasional glimpses through the bond between them.
Kneeling, her back arched in pleasure and with her cheeks spread wide as he fucked her slowly open with a finger before adding another one.
The slightly burning stretching made her keen her pleasure.
He had an incredible knack for making her feel exposed and truly seen at the same time, and she clenched around his fingers, pulling a deep, resonant moan from him. It made her push back against his thrusting fingers, trying to drive them as deep inside of her as physically possible.
A moment later, his fingers were gone, and she made a low sound of protest, just before his hand came up to wrap around her lek, with just enough strength to be firm but not bruising, making her arch as he pulled her back and then she sank down slowly onto his offered cock.
Her breath hitched – she was still so sensitive that it felt like she could feel every singular ridge as he filled her, the discomfort of being stretched open far wider than she was used to transforming into an odd sensation of heat deep inside of her. The cool metal of his hips was a startling contrast as she sat fully down on him.
He felt so incredibly good like this, artificial cock buried to the hilt in her tender ass.
The sensations fizzling along the bond told her how much he liked it, too, enclosed in that tight, wet heat, just as his throaty groan rumbled through her body.
His hand trailed down the lek, sending little sparks of pleasure along her skin before it came to settled on her hip, his other hand gliding up her hip, his thumbs rubbing soft circles into her skin.
He tugged his legs up, feet planted firmly against the mattress, and she grabbed his knees to stabilize herself as her body followed his movement and she bend forward, making him slip almost out and she clenched around him involuntarily.
His groan sounded liked someone had stolen all his breath, and then he used the leverage granted to angle his hips and slide up slowly.
She stubbornly bit her lower lip to keep quiet.
Sharp, hot pleasure sang along the bond.
Satisfied that he would not cause any undue discomfort or hurt, his next thrust was less of a glide and more of a thrust, and this time she could not help but keen for him before she managed to muffle the sound.
Yes.
She squirmed against him, trying to find the perfect angle, and he growled, a low throaty sound that made her clench around him.
His next thrust was a perfect glide into her, and this time she bit her lower lip hard enough to taste blood in attempt not to scream.
She felt him freeze for a moment, before he tugged his legs to either side of her body, sitting up as he pulled her effortlessly up against him, the skin of his chest hot against her back, and then she tilted her head back as he eagerly licked against her mouth, tongue seeking out the stinging nick her own teeth had made.
Blood.
His olfactory senses were far too keen to miss the tantalizing scent.
Maul liked blood. If hers was offered willingly…
.. it was usually the thing that made his careful restraint with her going straight out of the window.
His fingertips pressed into her skin, hard enough to leave marks as he bucked against her and hammered up inside her, restraint gone and she let her head fall back against his shoulder, feeling oddly weightless as she let him move her as he pleased, her own hands wrapping around his wrists as she leaned into him.
The bond between them snapped tight as their minds started to blend, leaving her breathless as the pleasure sang through her body, settling in pulsing knots at the base of her spine and skull.
He brought her over the edge with a sharp, deep bite to her shoulder, and the universe shattered as the tension burst for them with a dull roaring sound beating against her montrals.
When she came down from her high, they were both still panting, and her throat felt raw. They had tumbled to their sides, and Maul had tucked her against his body, her back to his chest, knot still lodged inside of her, legs entangled as he nuzzled against her shoulder, radiating utter contentment.
Mission accomplished?
He sounded drowsy and a little smug.
It took her a moment to remember the challenge she had issued earlier, and she carefully stretched out her left leg. The movement led to quite a few of her muscles twinging in protest, and she could not help but grin.
To my utter satisfaction.
He made a pleased hum low in his throat, and she could feel his smile against her shoulder as she yawned, too tired to keep her eyes open, energy utterly spent.
She fell asleep curled up against his solid warmth.