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 VIII
I feel the heat of breath against my cheek,
my senses slowly registering that I am…not alone. And I hear the voice - low,
breathy and dangerous. It is male…and it sounds disturbingly familiar.
Instantly I tense, unsure if I am awake or
dreaming, unsure if my mind – no, the Force, has created a scenario for me to
compete and complete.
My mind tells me I am still imagining, but
my heart and senses tell me that is far from the truth. My body can feel the
strong arms embracing me, hands holding my wrists crossed over my chest,
keeping me pressed to a body hard and powerful… And my body, it can feel the
Darkness surrounding and emanating from him in almost choking strength.
I cannot breathe – I am unable to. The room
spins about me, and the Force seems to appear as wisps of white and black,
moving about us like living smoke.
“Let-“ I begin to speak, but find my throat
dry and my lungs constricting. Fear wells up in my stomach like a lead ball as
I feel myself in a deadly embrace, knowing that I could die on a whim, or… “Let
me go!”
My fear becomes a searing hot ball of rage
that courses through my veins like liquefied metal, power surging throughout my
body with each beat of my heart. And with a great cry, I try to break free. But
all for naught. He does not release me. His powerful, unbreakable embrace only
strengthens.
I just vaguely feel and sense him move; just
vaguely feel the shiver that courses down my spine when his lips press against
my right ear with the softest of touches.
“You are mine.” The sultry voice whispers
into my ear…
My legs give way from under me, collapsing
and he follows me down to the matted floor, leaning my numb body back against
him, his arms holding to me possessively, protectively…
“NO!” I cry aloud, unable – not wanting to
believe what my body, mind, heart and soul tells me all at once. Him! It’s HIM!
The Dark Man!
Closing my eyes as tightly as I can, I try
my best to wake myself from this vision…this…nightmare. But no matter how much
I try, he is still here. And he is not letting me go.
“No, no, no, no, no, no-“ I hear myself
murmur under my panted breaths, finally able to breathe. “He…no…he…can´t be…”
“But I am. Look, open your eyes.” …
I dare not open my eyes, afraid of what I
might see, what I might learn, yet I find my head lying back against him behind
me, my hands holding to his arms about me. I can´t open my eyes…but I know – I
feel that I must.
His mouth is so close. I can feel the heat
of his every breath against the exposed skin of my neck; hear the sound of his
breathing in my ear. And I can smell his scent surrounding me.
Moaning softly, his scent fills my nostrils,
swirls deep within my lungs and it courses throughout my body.
Leather…incenses…maleness…familiar – but how? I must know. Who is he?
Slowly, taking a deep breath, I turn my head
toward him, feeling his strange soft skin against mine, and it is warmer than
anything I have ever felt before from another being. My brow grazes his ear,
feeling the sting of something small and metal along the outer curve. I open my
eyes.
Black…black as deepest space and as red as
blood. His head is entirely devoid of hair; every inch of skin is visibly
covered in red and black tattooed designs of some tribal or ceremonial type.
Horns. Horns? I see horns crown his head,
only where black shows up his skin.
I am not afraid. I look farther, moving to
get a better look upon this…man who has claimed me as his, who has lingered
along the fringes of my thoughts and senses until now.
The Dark Man allows me to shift in his arms,
loosening his embrace only but slightly until I can look upon him more clearly.
And I do not miss the way his hands hold me to him; soft and careful…like a
lover, but sure and ready…a man always prepared, a man far more dangerous than
any bounty hunter or mercenary.
“Open your eyes, Little One.”
Finally, cautiously, the lids of my eyes
flutter apart and slowly open. And instantly, they widen wide and my lips part
in a gasp at what I see…
Eyes that burn like the fires of I´Rosa –
golden and glowing hotter than any sun, and I feel myself being drown within
them as they hold to mine. Lips soft and perfect baring a pair of black fangs
and forked tongue between, leading from the bottom lip to his softly square
chin. A mask of red and black covers his face; black patches surround his eyes,
setting them off ever greater. Jagged lines lead from those patches over his
brows to two of three horns high upon his forehead. And a line of three
diamonds travels up the bridge of his nose, up to the third middle horn in a
long curving diamond upon the center of his head.
He is monstrous…he is beautiful…
I know him – I know this man!
“Khameir!” I cry, not believing my eyes,
unable to. This man – the Dark Man…Khameir, the boy who Sidious trained me
along side with. But now…now he is a man – a man who has claimed me as his own.
Just for the faintest of a moment, his eyes
flash wide, his arms slackening about me as if in confusion and surprise. But
quickly his body tenses and his embrace about me tightens ever greater as anger
slowly begins to burn in his darkening eyes, and I can feel the Darkside
strengthen ten fold about me.
I do not understand. The man I thought I
knew looks at me as if he does not know me…as if he has forgotten that we had
spent almost our entire childhood together.
“Khameir?”
His eyes flash dangerously at me as his
hands grasp hold of my shoulders, spinning me about painfully to kneel before
him, his powerful mind entering my own, probing my brain like black fingers of
satin death. Why does he act this way?
“How do you know that name?” The Dark Man –
Khameir demands in a hard and dangerous tone, making his sultry liquid velvet
voice like a razor sharp edge.
Words fail me as I stare helpless up into
Khameir’s eyes. My heart beats wildly in my chest and breath barely passes my
lips, but not a sound comes from me except the sounds of my heart pounding
against the inner walls of my ribcage. His grip tightens ever more – just
enough to make me wince and a cry to escape my mouth.
“Answer me woman!” Khameir growls low and
with a hint of rage broiling up inside him, nearing the surface, pulling me
closer to him, twisting my arms in such a way that I would not be able to
escape, nor escape the pain that it is causing.
“Khameir? Please…” Finally I speak, my heart
aching with despair, slowly realizing that the Dark Man…Khameir…the boy I grew
up with does not know or does not remember who I am.
A tear slips from my eyes as I close them,
lowering my head as images from my youth dance through my minds eye. And with a
slow, deep sigh, I open my mind completely to the man before me.
“Then see…see in my mind…see who you are to
me…who I am…what we are…were.” I speak with my mind, my words travelling along
the currents of the Force. “I have missed you so…Khameir.”
Once more, golden eyes open wider,
seeing…knowing. Learning.