Title: The Master's Daughter

Author: Sythe aka Dawn

Rating: NC17

Characters: M/F

Category: Smut, Het

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Disclaimer: I don't own em, I just borrow em for my fics. I received no money in its creation.

Summary: The Queen and Jedi have escaped from Tatooine and make their way back to the planet of Naboo. Having been ordered to go and wait for them there, Darth Maul finds something he did not expect to find on the home world of his master.

Part VI

Kneeling upon the mat in the training room, my stalf lying before me, my heart a few beats faster in my chest, my breath is slow and regular, yet my muscles burn with exertion and the icy burn of the Darkside's energies. I can feel the Darkside all about me, within me, part of me, part of everything about me – one and yet separate.

And then…

My breath catches in my throat, my heart feels like it almost stops as the Force – the Darkside thickens with intensity, swirling about me like smoke. I am not alone, yet I am. I feel and sense a presence about me, with me, part of me and yet not. And it is His presence – the dark being who haunts my every thought, haunts my every dream.

Quickly I am upon my feet, the short stalf in my hands, prepared to defend myself if need be for his presence is so thorough it is as if he is in the room with me. My eyes and senses scan my surroundings, my mind searching, stretching out for any sign of him here in the facility. But his presence – his great power stifles my own, leaving me half-blind in the Force.

"Why are you there my Little One?" I suddenly hear a voice – a voice low, dark and breathy, like velvet to my ears and senses…a male voice. I feel it echoing in the room about me, within my ears, within my mind and within my body.

His presence sends a shiver to course through my body, the soft delicate hair on my arms and the nape of my neck to rise, and my skin to tingle – the air itself seems to crackle with his very presence.

"Why are you toying with me? Show yourself!" I cry aloud, my voice echoing loudly against the black polished stone walls of the training room, and through the Force to the dark being, my anger rising as well with the Darkside's power coursing through my veins like liquid fire.

"I will show myself when I deem the time right, but until then…"

Instantly my knees give way from under me and I fall on my back upon the mat, a heavy weight lying on me, my hips cradling an invisible body as hands make quick work of my training uniform, leaving me almost completely undressed upon the mat. I then feel hands caress my bare exposed breasts, long fingers playing my hardening nipples between them, bringing an involuntary sigh to my lips.

I can't move, my body under another's control as I mentally witness what he does to me. He is a black silhouette hovering just above me, his hidden eyes burning me where they wander. I moan when I feel his hot slick tongue flick at my painfully hard nipples, swirling about them, then his mouth envelopes them, suckling them hard and hungrily, his hips slowly beginning to move, rubbing his hardening sex against my uncovered womanhood.

I try to fight, to stop him from taking me by use of the Force, but I can't move…yet, I do not want to. My insides begin to ache, burn with a need I have only felt once before and my blood courses like fire as the nerves of my entire body starts to tingle with an electricity I have never before felt. His very touch makes my body yearn for more, to feel more of him – all of him, to feel his body, mind, heart and soul join and be part of me and I with him for only a moment. The moment of eternity.

Closing my eyes, I feel my mind and soul slowly leave my body to become part of everything…

My body arches from the mat, against him when I feel his astral self enter me, passing through my purity as if it were never there, filling me with his hot silken length. My cry of surprise, disbelief and pleasure immediately muffled with his mouth, covering mine, his tongue teasing my own into play.

Slowly he begins to move, bringing a cry of discomfort to my mouth, catching it in his own, allowing me to adjust to him inside me, slipping his arms under my back, cradling my head in his hands as he begins to move faster, harder, deeper.

What is happening to me? I find myself thinking, unable to understand how and why he does this to me, but I soon realize I cannot think – all I feel is his kiss, his body upon mine, his manhood moving within me.

I am crying, moaning, sighing, whimpering, his body moving between my parted legs, his skin hot against my own…and I can smell his scent – spiced sandalwood with hinted leather, incense and his own natural yet alien scent.

The band is tightening, my insides constricting about him, slick, hot and wet. I can't breathe, my soul is soaring far above me, shooting far up, up, up into the heavens, my senses spinning, my mind reeling and all I can see is the black abyss behind my closed lids and flashes of light and swirls of hazed color.

Faster he moves, thrusting so hard within me, yet all I feel is utter pleasure. Suddenly his lips part from mine, his body tensing, a groan building deep in his throat, his fingers grasping to my hair tightly.

And then…

"Khameir!!!" I scream aloud, the band snapping, my insides pulsing within, squeezing him within me as I fall from the sky into the black of nothingness, falling without end as my body trembles from my first true release. And I just barely hear as he groans loud and long with one last thrust - the hardest and deepest, releasing a new warmth inside me, a warmth that slowly travels from my inner center throughout my body.

"You are mine…" I hear him whisper in my ear as he pulls away, kissing my breast and then my lips one more time before he is gone – his presence fading slowly, the Darkside's power swirling about me as I lie panting for breath.

Instantly my eyes shoot open, crying aloud with disbelief and confusion as I sit up and begin to look about me, then at myself. I am alone and I am fully dressed, my tunic, pants, sash and boots still upon my body, yet I can feel the final pulses of my insides. I can feel the slickness soaking the inner fabric of my pants, feel my body on fire, my skin sweaty…and I can feel his taste on my mouth, smell his scent in the air about me and on me…feel the fire of his release deep within my womb.

What happened?! I think, unable to understand what has taken place, why I saw what I had seen…yet, I experienced it all, somehow. Was it real? Was I dreaming?

Slowly I stand to my feet, my body aching more than it normally does when I train, and walking slowly to the edge of the mat, I bend over to pick up the short stalf from the mat next to me. I gasp with surprise and pain, instinctively placing my hand upon my belly as I feel my insides sore and a new hot dark energy swirling within me.

"You are mine." The words in that dark velvet voice echoes through my mind, chilling me with a sense of dread yet with a sense of great longing and anticipation. I do not understand, I am confused…what do those words mean?

With a soft groan from my new and foreign aches, I replace the short stalf upon its holder on the wall. And turning back toward the training mat, I look where I had lain under him – the dark man as he took me. Placing my hand upon my belly once more, feeling what I know now to be his dark energy moving within my womb, I leave the room to return home, my day having been cut abruptly short.

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His eyes slowly open as his mind and soul return to his body, the Darkside dancing about him in swirls like smoke caught on a current. He remains silent and motionless as he looks across the beach toward the great waterfall. The sun is setting to the west; the smell of sweet blooms faintly perfume the soft breeze. Hours have passed since he began his meditation.

Something happened he had not anticipated, had not expected, something he had not foreseen nor saw in her mind as he was joined with Her, the woman of his vision, the woman now part of his body and soul. She cried out a name, a name he knows well, a name he never thought to hear again. His name. Khameir.

She cried out his name when she released, cried out his name without realizing. She cried out his name from the very depths of her soul, with all that she was, filled with such desire, such passion…such longing…and love.

"How?"

Without another word spoken, the Sith Lord rises from his meditative posture, calling his lightsaber to his hand with the Force and turns from the peaceful scene before him to return to the palace to see in the progress of the Trade Federation's promises. It is time he returned to his duties, to complete what his master had sent him out to do. He will finish what he has begun with her soon enough.