Title: Vengeance
Author: Sythe aka Dawn
Rating: NC17 – for rape and violence
Characters: Xch'vana, Maul, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Padawan Kerri Vexa
Category: Het, Smut, BDSM, Slash – takes place after TPM
Feedback: Yessssssssss!!!! TELOXI@h...
Disclaimer: I don't own em, I just borrow em for my fics. I received no
money in its creation.
Summary: There is nothing like the revenge of a woman's tortured and broken
heart…as newly Knighted Obi-Wan Kenobi and a fellow Jedi Padawan will learn…


Part I

I look upon his broken body, unable to cry, not one tear falling. They ran out days ago, after the night I learned of my beloved's death. All I can feel is emptiness, my heart torn from my chest and ripped into little pieces and strewn across the expanse of the galaxy. He was my love, my life, my body,
mind, heart and soul…and now…he is gone. And as that realization comes over me, I feel a dark fire growing within me, a fire fueled by despair, pain, hate and rage…and it is slowly growing, consuming me.

The Darkside.

His once brilliant eyes shine no more; those soft lips will never kiss mine nor speak my name again. I will never hear his sighs of pleasure when I caress his horns, never feel the heat of his body, never feel the life of him within me…all taken from me by the slightest luck of a Jedi.

Jedi…the Sith's most hated and despised, ancient enemy. How I despise them…and him – the one who has taken my love and life from me…and he shall pay dearly.

I see my beloved's master standing nearby, looking over his lost apprentice's lifeless and still form, his icy blue eyes harder than I have ever seen, his brow vaguely creased and the corners of his tight lips turned downward. He acknowledges me with the faintest touch of the Darkside upon my mind, remaining silent and without the slightest movement of his black hooded head.

Lord Darth Sidious is not at all pleased in the loss of his student, having spent almost a lifetime in his apprentice's training and education to create the greatest, strongest, most deadly weapon and servant to ever be. A waste – utterly, totally and completely, and by the hands of their greatest enemy - the Jedi. But not just any Jedi – a Padawan learner who has still to complete his trials before joining the ranks of Jedi Knighthood. A terrible waste and a terrible loss. My beloved's place as apprentice and second of only two Dark Lord's of Sith, will be very hard to fill.

Lord Darth Maul, Khameir Sarin, Zabrak from the planet Iridonia…and my consort. His death has left a hole in my heart and soul that will never be filled nor repaired. But the death of the one who had done this to my first, last, greatest and only love and consort…he will pay – pay with his life as I slowly torture him unlike anything he would ever dare to conceive.

The room is dark and burning candles fill the room and surround the altar. Incense smoke wafts about the room, filling it with sweetness, musk and spices. It reminds me so of my beloved.

I cannot even sigh with longing – there is nothing in me…nothing but the seductive and violent tide of the Darkside. And at the moment, it gives me strength and the taste for sweet revenge.

Suddenly I see the faintest movement out of the corner of my eye and looking, I find Lord Sidious slipping his right hand from within the arm sleeve of his left arm and moves his hand ever so slightly, but enough that I just barely notice. It is time that the body of my beloved to be placed in a suspension chamber.

I give a silent nod of acknowledgement and slowly rising to me feet from my kneeling position before the altar, I slowly reach out and placing my hand upon his gloved one, I lean over and kiss his lips one last time.

His skin is so cold.

Once his lips had burned my skin with their touch, searing my senses and setting me on fire for him. His kiss would make me burn with need for him, make me ache for him like no other would ever be able. His kiss was sweet and so passionate. I will not feel his kiss again…denied to me by the one
whose hand slain the only man to have touched me, loved me, cared for me, protected me – died for me if need be.

Slowly I straighten to my full height, running my fingertips along the length of my beloved's lightsaber, remembering all the times he had allowed me to be present to watch him train; the times when I had seen him fight against his foes. They were weak, unworthy of even his attention, dying
quickly with a sweep or thrust of the double blades of crimson light.

I will never see it again because of that damned Jedi.

Lord Sidious says nothing, remaining motionless once more as he patiently waits for me to leave the room that he may complete the final preparations for my beloved's preservation.

With one last look, one last touch, I turn from my beloved's body and make my way to the main door. But I suddenly stop, hesitating a moment as I near Lord Sidious, not turning my eyes to look upon him, keeping my eyes toward the doorway ahead of me.

"I will not allow this to go unpunished, my Lady." Lord Sidious finally speaks as if hearing my unasked question, his voice cold, calculating and filled with such a chill that a shiver races up my spine and back down, I feeling his Darkside energies all about me, feeling his utter rage.

I bow my head low, remaining silent…but my silence says a thousand things all at once. Then I continue on my way from the room and I return to the room in which my beloved and I had shared for 3 years…but it does not even seem to have been so – as if I had met him only days previous.

The Jedi…they will pay…pay dearly…I shall have my revenge – even if I must storm the Jedi Temple itself to find Obi-Wan Kenobi and take my vengeance on him. And anyone who stands in the way of the Consort of Dark Lord of Sith, Darth Maul, will wish they had not.

**********

1 year later – Present.

"The Jedi Council has made its decision and it is final – we cannot go against their wishes, Kerri." Obi-Wan Kenobi exclaims as he walks along side a fellow Jedi as they move along the corridors, having just met with the illustrious Jedi Council.

"But Master Kenobi, I don't see why I have to wait to take the trials. I've been Padawan to several different Masters in so many years, learning everything from them until I can learn no more." Padawan Kerri Vexa returns, her brilliant gold and red eyes flashing like fire at her frustration and
anger, throwing her hands in the air. " I'm destined to be a Padawan till the day I die – I just know it!"

"Now don't think like that! You will be a Jedi Knight – you'll see!" Kenobi attempts his best to soothe his Padawan friends' frayed nerves, the lift doors opening immediately as the near it.

Suddenly, just as they begin to enter the lift, they hear a voice calling to them.

"Jedi Kenobi, Padawan Kerri Vexa – hold, please return to the Council chamber immediately."

The two turn and look at each other for a moment with surprise, then exit the lift and make their way back to the Jedi Council chamber.

Once again, the two stand in the center of the circular room with its massive transparisteel windows that allows one to see in ever direction of the cityscape that is Coruscant. Again, they are in awe at the sight beyond, but only for a moment as they sense something of great importance and urgency.

"Jedi Kenobi, Padawan Vexa, you are to depart immediately for the Forest Moon of Endor in the Endor system of the Moddell sector as soon as possible." Master Mace Windu informs the two, his dark eyes intense and very serious in the matter.

"Received disturbing reports we have from planetary surveyors exploring the system." Master Yoda adds, his small sharp-nailed fingers moving slightly as they are crossed between each other, his eyes not once moving from the two figures standing before the circle of Council members.

"There appears to be traces of newly discovered Sith structures hidden deep within the forests of the Northern Hemisphere of the planet," Master Ki Adi Mundi explains, his tone serious as his eyes look from one young Jedi to the other and back. "You are required to search for any sign of artifacts of
importance, ascertain the severity of the Darkside presence there and report back to the Council as soon as you complete your mission."

"Your transport computer has been downloaded with the necessary information that you may require for your mission and a more detailed layout of your mission to Endor." Master Windu adds as he leans forward, his dark brown hands clasped together, his face giving no sign of emotion except an aura of expedience.

"Yes my master. We shall depart immediately." Obi-Wan answers, his hands hidden within the long sleeves of his tan robe.

"But be warned, great danger I sense in this mission." Yoda finishes, his eyes looking upon the two before them as the youngsters bow then turn and exit the Council chamber. "May the Force be with you Jedi Kenobi, Padawan Vexa."


Part II

Endor – 2 days previous.

I growl aloud, the defenses of my stronghold informing me that the perimeter has been breached - by humanoid beings, according to the computer display before me. And shifting slightly in my chair, I close my eyes and allow myself to drift along the currents of the Force, reaching out to the minds of those who have dared to trespass in my domain.

Humans. It would figure. They spread like a virus, searching for new planets to plunder and infect with their filth…their kind. Yet they are accompanied by aliens. But they will not easily find my home – a home that had been my beloved's creation for when he desired utter solitude…and when
he wished to be alone with me without interference and interruption. And they will never take this precious planet and make it theirs.

The Darkside tells me this, and many other things.

"K'leva…sch'aliva…dom'iva…kerv'en." I whisper under my breath, my mind touching those of the humans and aliens who continue to advance upon this hidden Sith stronghold. "You see nothing...you know nothing…you are nothing…forever."

A prayer or a curse.

My beloved had taught me this only days before he departed on the last mission his master had sent him on…the mission where his life was stolen from him – from me. And those whose minds I touch hear my voice, hear my prayer and they tremble with fear. It is the effect I so wanted.

Slowly I rise from my chair, slipping myself from the tide of the Force and into back into my body, and I set out to watch the unwanted and unexpected intruders.

Dressed in the black garb that had been my beloved's, I watch from the safety of a high platform hidden in the canopy of the trees, veiling myself in the Darkside, as a group of 10 humans and humanoids appear and approach my sanctuary home.

And then…

"Sir! Look at this!!"

A male voice speaking in Basic, hidden from sight, his voice echoing slightly due to his distance from the group and to the thick forest surrounding us…and coming from the direction of the Sith stronghold. Quickly the group disappears, headed toward the male voice.

I growl in anger – they have discovered my home, but they will find naught but a place filled with useless things, things they would not understand, things they would not dare to touch. And I am pleased that I happened to land Scimitar, my beloved's Sith Infiltrator, in a very well hidden landing
bay.

Then it occurs to me…let them find it! They will see all things Sith and they will hastily contact the Republic and Jedi, informing them of the discovery.

The Jedi will come! They will want to see for themselves the most unexpected discovery of a Sith stronghold on the Forest Moon of Endor.

I grin viscously "Yessssss, let them come and I shall take my revenge on any Jedi who may come, then more Jedi will come for loss of their comrades, wanting an explanation. I will kill them – kill all Lightsiders who come! Kill them until the one I seek to take my full revenge upon, shows his face
upon my planet."

And just as I had thought, the survey team quickly contacted the Republic, then being ordered to leave the planet…for the Jedi are coming to investigate.

**********

Present.

"Endor. A planet almost completely covered in thick rainforests, abundant plant and animal life…and Ewoks." Jedi Padawan Kerri Vexa exclaims as the bright ball of blues, browns, yellows, greens and whites begins to grow quickly before them in the viewport of the Jedi ship called Talon's Fyre.

Obi-Wan makes a small sound of mild humor as he pilots the ship into the atmosphere – the calm before the storm. And within minutes, the ship sets down, landing.

"The sun will be setting in a few hours – should be enough time to start snooping about and see what we can find." Obi-Wan remarks as he looks to the sky the moment he steps foot from the ramp onto Endorian soil. "But we will make camp first, we are staying here for a few days."

Obi-Wan hears the sigh Kerri tries to hide, but unsuccessfully as he looks about at the lush green forest unlike anything he has ever seen before. Then he moves to the ship and presses a series of keys upon a keyboard on the side of the open doorway, a serious of clicks being heard moments after.

"Kenobi, I don't get it – why did they send us? And Anakin is your Padawan – he should be with you, not me. You didn't have to leave him with Master Gallia."

"I did not wish him to be harmed during this mission. Sith planets tend to be quite dangerous and full of hazards."

"He is your Padawan, Obi-Wan!" Kerri raises her voice in slight irritation, her hand on her hip as she glares haughtily at her companion for a moment then turns and works on unpacking a container she had carried from the ship.

"Kerri, is that all you do?" Obi-Wan chuckles softly as he begins to unload the camp supplies from a compartment of the ship, placing the supplies upon the ground at his feet.

"Do what?!" Kerri shoots back, turning quickly toward Obi-Wan with the beginnings of a fiery Zabrak temper fit, holding the pieces to a small eluminator in her hands.

Obi-Wan does not say one word, letting a grin cross his face as he continues to remove supplies and equipment from the ship.

"Do what Kenobi?!!" Kerri raises her voice, throwing a bound up blanket at him suddenly but he turns and catches it in mid air before it can hit him. "Answer me!"

But just as he is about to answer, his back straightens and dropping the blanket, his hand slowly moves to take hold of his lightsaber, his eyes scanning the forest about them, his senses warning of a presence nearby. Kerri, despite her temper, on reflex, grasps hold of her lightsaber as she too scans the forest about them.

A disturbance in the Force.

"Where is it?" Kerri whispers through the Force, slowly turning about in place, and suddenly a shiver racks her slender form as if a blast of cold air blows about her, but she ignores it – her mind and body set to do battle at any moments notice.

"I don't know, I cannot get a location – like my senses are in a haze and I can't see through the haze." Obi-Wan returns, his face intense with concentration, his hands wrapped about the hilt of his lightsaber.

"I don't like this Kenobi…I don't like this at all."

**********

I sense them the moment they arrive – Jedi. And there are two.

Sitting in my meditation posture, I slowly open my eyes to the darkness and the single burning candle before me upon the small altar I had created in remembrance of my beloved consort, taking a slow deep breath.

The time of vengeance is at hand, the Darkside of the Force speaks to me, caressing me, touching me as I feel its power within my body. Wait for the night, then take them…make them yours…take your revenge.

I grin evilly, wishing my beloved could see with his own eyes the vengeance I will take on those pathetic believers…those protectors…those followers of the Lightside.

"They will see what is the Darkside. And they will never live to see the next rising of the sun – I swear it!"

**********

Night falls on Endor, and the night creatures can be heard singing their alien symphony. A fire burns in the center of the Jedi camp, having taken them hours to set camp and unable to search out for the supposed Sith structures the Republic planetary surveyors had reported in finding.

The two Jedi sit on either side of the fire, watching the flames dance and move before them, seeming to entrance them…until someone breaks the long silence between the two of them.

"Kenobi…can you tell me about your master, Qui-Gon? I always wanted to meet him but I never got to have the chance. What was he like?"

Obi-Wan raises his eyes from the fire and looks to Kerri over the dancing flames, a sadness slowly appearing in his blue eyes and a hatred she had never seen before. He takes a slow breath and tightens his control of his emotions at the memory of his lost father, brother, best friend, teacher and
Jedi Master.

"Master Qui-Gon Jinn was a great man. He was a good Master, a wonderful Jedi, even if he didn't live up to his potential. Uhm, I meant that he had his own way of looking at the Force, and we didn't always agree..." Obi-Wan sighs with a bit of frustration. "Qui-Gon was complex. I loved him, but I
never quite understood him."

Kerri did not know what to say though she could sense the sorrow that lay hidden beneath the surface. She remembered hearing from another Padawan that Obi-Wan had watched his master fight against the Sith Lord while unable to join in the battle. Watched in horror as his master was impaled and collapsed to the floor as the Sith turned his attention then on him, and after killing the Sith, Obi-Wan held his master in his arms as he died and joined with the Force.

Silence fell between the two once more as Kerri thought over what Obi-Wan had said and the conflicting emotions that she sensed coming from him at her question and his remembering of his old master. She can understand the hatred she saw in his eyes – the hatred for the Sith that had slain his
master.

But as she sat upon her rolled out bed, she could not help but wish to console her companion, help to make him feel better, take his pain and sadness away…

"How sweet, the little Padawan wants to play nurse maid!"

Instantly the Jedi are to their feet, lightsabers in hand and ignited as they hear laughter echoing through the shadows of the forest surrounding them, their eyes moving quickly as they scan their surroundings visually and through the use of the Force.

"Your master was a weak old man – he fought well but died in the end…the loser."

The Jedi move closer together, back to back, prepared for whatever lurks in the darkness beyond their sight and the light of their fire, ever vigilant of the danger they sense all about them.

"And now, I shall have my revenge!"

Suddenly a dark figure emerges from the darkness, stepping into the light of the fire and instantly the Jedi gasp aloud at what they see…

"NO! It can't be! I killed you!!" Obi-Wan cries aloud, unable to believe what his eyes tell him apart from his senses, shifting his weight upon his right foot as he prepares to fight a ghost from his past.

"Believe what you will Jedi, but now…you are mine!" The black robed figure raises its left black gloved hand before itself.

Instantly, the two Jedi find themselves unable to hold their lightsabers, finding them growing in weight and unable to stand upon their own feet. They fight vainly to remain standing, but their knees give way and they collapse to the ground. Kerri lets out a soft moan then falls forward and onto the ground before her, her lightsaber rolling from her hands.

Then, with his last bit of strength, Obi-Wan raises his head and looks upon the ghost before him, seeing the crimson blade of a lightsaber. Then his vision fades…and he falls into the black of sleep…fighting the entire way.


Part III

I had not expected so great a fortune in finding the one Jedi I have so wanted to destroy, being one of the two that were been sent to spy about my home – the Sith stronghold the Republic planetary surveyors had discovered.

It will be a great pleasure to inflict on him the pain that my beloved suffered in that one moment when everything faded except the pain and the embrace of death, then the memories of me as he fell into oblivion.

And his female companion. A sweet little thing – innocent and arrogant like all the others of her pathetic Order of hypocrites and self-righteous, pompous fools. It will be great pleasure to turn her to the Darkside.

I grin viscously, images of what I may do to her and to the Jedi Knight playing in my mind. "Oh yes! It will be the sweetest of revenge!" I think as I rise from my kneeling position before the altar of my beloved. The altar - black, red and gold with ancient Sith symbols embellished on the black marble surface, my beloved's lightsaber, his most treasured of belongings, lying in its center, surrounded in sweet, musky spiced incense and several lit candles.

"Oh my love, my life." I whisper under my breath, placing my hand upon the mini holoprojector set before the altar, and with a press of a small button, the projector activates and a small holoimage of my beloved appears. I sigh in despair, looking into his eyes, still feeling his dark presence about me.

"I will make him pay for what he did to you, I swear it as your consort and the consort of the greatest of Sith Lords."

**********

"Wake up…open your eyes…wake up Obi-Wan Kenobi. Wake up." Obi-Wan hears a voice calling in the darkness of sleep, pulling him back to the realm of awake.

"Obi-Wan…wake up." He hears a soft delicate voice bring him closer to consciousness, and as he awakens, he realizes it to be Kerri he had heard.

"Obi-Wan?"

"Kerri? Where are we?" Obi-Wan answers in a question, unable to open his eyes just yet, still muddle minded by sleep. "And where are you?"

"We are…captured."

That is all he hears from her, but he senses there is far more that she does not tell him and it sets his senses searching out for Kerri, finding her nearby.

The Jedi slowly opens his eyes, groaning softly at the stiffness of his body, the aching of his joints. He tries to move, to shift his sore body, but instantly he finds that he cannot move. Quickly, in alarm, Obi-Wan looks over his body in the dim light of the room about him, immediately gasping with utter shock and disbelief. He finds his Jedi attire gone, lying as naked as the day of his birth upon a hard black metallic table of some sort, his arms bound at the wrists with restraints, his ankles the same, connected to that which he lies upon.

He begins to fight his bonds, using his brute strength aided by the Force to break the metal bands about his wrists and ankles. And when his bonds do not break, he attempts to unlock them with use of the Force.

"It is of no use Jedi. The restraints are unbreakable and are enchanted with Sith magicks."

Obi-Wan hears a voice speak from the darkness of the nearby shadows, feeling that which is of the Darkside. And then he sees a black robed figure step from the shadow and into the light, bringing a gasp to escape his lips at the dark figure who stands before him.

"You! I killed you! I watched you fall into that chasm and split in two as you plummeted! How can you be alive?!" Obi-Wan exclaims, fighting the restraints bound about his limbs, wanting to finish what he thought he had successfully done the first time.

"Killed me? No you fool, you destroyed the only half of me that kept me part of the Lightside!"

The dark figure raises its hands to its hood, and slips the black hood from its head, revealing itself for the first time to the Jedi.

She is beautiful, despite her red and black skin, the jagged tattooed designs he remembers so well. Eyes golden like the sun and red like blood, horns crowning her head protrude through her soft shimmering brown hair cascading about her shoulders…she is an almost exact image of the Sith Lord
he had fought in the Theed power generator room on Naboo just over a year ago.

"You stole my life away with the stroke of your lightsaber, took away the only thing that I had ever loved and loved me in return! No, you did not kill me – you killed my husband…my consort!"

The Jedi's eyes grow wide with disbelief, unable to grasp the magnitude of his folly – the Sith Lord had been married!

"Don't look so surprised Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi, for you surely do not know what I have in store for you as thanks in tearing my heart out of my chest and crushing it under your heel so carelessly." the woman sneers. Slipping from her black robe, she moves from Obi-Wan's sight.

Obi-Wan senses through the Force that the dark woman moves toward Kerri, his fear rising for his companion.

**********

I grin darkly as I look down upon the young Jedi Padawan slumped against the stone wall, her arms chained above her head.

"Such a pretty little thing you are." I exclaim, looking the fiery haired woman over from head to toe as she stands chained before me.

Reaching forward, I grasp her chin and turning her head, her eyes slowly look upon me.

I suddenly gasp with surprise as I look upon her face and into her eyes…I am unprepared for what I would find…

"Zabrak" I whisper in interest of her, noticing the small horns showing through her fiery hair, the beginnings of the tattooing her species cover their bodies with…as my beloved's Zabrak body had been. And then her eyes…she has eyes like that my beloved had!

Instantly I feel my dark heart wrench in pain, remembering all those times I had looked into my beloved's fiery eyes, seeing his love for me, his passion, his gentleness for me…his deadliness and unreachable darkness.

"And you have eyes like my consort once had – you should feel honored that I do not cut your eyes from your skull for it!" I growl aloud, as I grasp roughly to her hair, forcing her to keep her attention to me. But I quickly compose myself, my eyes slowly following the intricate tattooing running
from her neck, down between her naked breasts, over her stomach and to her belly.

"I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look, my lovely little Jedi?" I whisper as I lean forward, lowering my head toward hers as I continue to hold tightly to her hair. I inhale the softly perfume scent of her skin, the sweetness of her hard breathing. Then, I lower my mouth and I gently lick her lips with the tip of my tongue, tasting the warm soft flesh of her mouth before I place my lips upon hers, kissing her as I would a lover.

Instantly the young Padawan moans and fights against my grasp of her, fighting to pull away from my slowly invading tongue. But as my tongue enters her mouth and touches hers, I can feel her arousal – despite the disgust of my advances.

"Ah, you taste as sweet as I had thought, my lovely." I grin evilly as I speak to her through the Force, placing my other hand upon her bare thigh, gliding my hand up, over her hip, up her side to cup her breast in my hand. She instantly moans, catching it in my mouth as it escapes hers.

"Kerri!" I hear Obi-Wan call out to his female companion in fear. Unsure what is taking place, he can only hear her muffled moans and the thrashing of her fighting body against me.

She fights to break her lips from mine, trying to cry out – but I am too strong and she cannot resist the sensations that flashes through her body as I caress her breast in my hand, running my thumb over her hardening pink nipple. She cannot help herself as her tongue dances about mine in her mouth, yet she continues to fight – her innocence and revulsion in being aroused by a woman as well as her Jedi training that warns her of the Darkside in me.

As my mind caresses hers, I sense she is fighting the urge to ask me to continue. She is revolted by it and yet the sensations she experiences are so arousing, she cannot resist. And as I play her breast in my hand, I feel her wanting to move closer to me, wanting so much more than just my touch.

I grin evilly as I slowly move my hand from her breast, down her stomach, over her belly and between her thighs, where I gently caress the soft sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Instantly she shudders, moaning aloud in my mouth, unconsciously parting her legs more that I may touch her better. But suddenly I pull away, immediately hearing her moan softly in frustration, wanting more.

Then I turn my attention to the Jedi Knight, an evil grin on my face as I look the young Padawan's body over, seeing how she already begins to tremble.

"Do you realize what I am about to do…Jedi?" I ask spitting the last word, glancing back over my shoulder at him upon the black table for a moment, then back to his companion, running my fingertips down between her breasts then circling her taught nipples and plucking at them a few times, hearing her moan at my touch.

"You will not turn my Padawan to the Darkside!" Obi-Wan exclaims, fighting to rise from the table he lies upon, straining his neck to see what I am doing to his precious little Padawan.

"Oh but that is exactly what I will do! I will make her scream for more until she is yours no longer." I shoot back, laughing evilly as I look over the young Jedi Padawan's youthful body, running my fingertips over her lips, feeling them twitch as if wanting to kiss.

"Kerri!! Don't give in!"

And with that, I turn my full attention back to the fiery haired little Jedi girl and I slowly run my hands over her slender frame, touching those places where a Zabrak female is aroused, my beloved having taught me of such things. I caress the base of her little horns, bringing a loud moan to
escape her slightly parted lips and quickly I cover her mouth with mine, my tongue invading – plundering. I do not allow her a moment to gather the Force about her.

I sense her desperately trying to reach the Jedi, who is still pulling at his restraints, unable to free himself or his precious Padawan, nor able to reach the young Padawan's mind. But my dark powers are superior to hers - or his for that matter, and I continue to invade her warm mouth, pressing my
body closer to her naked skin.

The little Padawan is aroused, for I feel her hardening nipples press through the black fabric of my tunics, the burning of her Zabrak skin and I can smell the scent of her arousal all about her.

"How does it feel to be touched by the consort to a Sith? Hmm? I shall take your soul from your body and sacrifice it to the Darkside and I shall avenge myself on you. You shall know ecstasy as you have never known before. Much like the ecstasy my Lord gave me before your Master took him from me." I retort to the girl, running my fingers through her shimmering red hair, feeling how silken soft each strand is between my fingers.

"Ah...how amusing, she is trying to gather the Force around her and defend herself! How pitiful! It is almost unworthy to use her for my revenge!" I think to myself with contempt as I touch the young woman's body, sensing her fighting my sway over her, attempting to connect more fully to the Force.

"Kerri! Fight! Don't give in to the Darkside! Don't let her win!"

But the angry cries coming from the Jedi behind me urge me on.

"Oh yes Jedi! Watch, listen and enjoy! Your turn will be next!" I return, sensing that he feels all that she feels through the Force, just barely able to see what I do to his companion, straining against his bonds.

The Padawan tries to move away from my hands, but I mercilessly tweak her nipples, molding the soft flesh of her breasts in my hands. I feel her heart racing against my fingers, and as I probe her mind I sense arousal as well as fear. It is sweet as jev'ra honey and sets my own desire aflame.

Lowering my head, I let my tongue circle her lovely, firm breasts, tasting the sweetness and the hint of salty sweat upon her skin. There, I see the first small red tattoos that will soon cover her entire body when she is a warrior and slowly I lick the red markings eagerly, hearing her sigh. Only a moment do I kiss her nipple before caressing the smooth skin of her sides and hips, feeling the soft smoothness of her skin under my hands.

Suddenly she tries to move away from me again, bringing me to smile maliciously. "Oh no, little girl! You are mine now!"

My hands glide over her silky skin, going around her waist and down to her rear. Caressing the skin and then the place just at the top of the crevice of her backside.

A dagger of sharp pain tears at my heart as I remember the first time my beloved touched my sensitive spot there…remembering it like it was only yesterday.

I was innocent when we met, but my Lord taught me to enjoy my body as he enjoyed it and it was he who licked that small pyramid shape just above the crevice between my buttocks. You should know the erogenous zones of a Zabrak body my Little One, my beloved had teased.

And I caress the Padawan right there, my fingers just trailing between her buttocks, touching the hot opening there. She gasps and moans, unable to resist the sensations I am creating as I play and touch her body.

"Yessss...arousing it is not?" I whisper in her ear with a wicked grin, flicking her earlobe once with the tip of my tongue.

Small drops of moisture now bead her forehead and I raise my head to taste them. Then with a rough move I spin her around to face the wall and she cannot control a cry of pain as the bands about her wrists bite and the tight grip of my hands upon her.

I lower myself to sit on my heels to hold her firm buttocks in my hand and lick the little triangle that arouses her so. Such delightful gasps she makes now. I slap her behind and laugh softly when she cries out.

Behind me Obi-Wan is frantically fighting his bonds.

"Yes my friend, are you enjoying this?" I glance over my shoulder again to look upon the Jedi, seeing his eyes wide as he watches in horror at what I do to his companion and Padawan.

"I shall kill you for this, you witch!" he roars at me, but I merely laugh, kissing a soft cheek before me, running my tongue from upper thigh to her back, feeling her twitch and sway in attempt to escape my wet kiss.

"Will you now, Jedi? Let me give you some view of delights yet to come. I shall take your Padawan, and as she releases, she will belong to the Darkside forever. And then I am going to hurt you, hurt you unlike you have ever experienced in all your life!"

"You will never corrupt my Padawan, witch! She will never join the Darkside!"

"Oh no, no, no - but she will, my Jedi!"

I can feel Obi-Wan's rage now, he knows he is defeated, defeated by the consort to the Sith Lord he killed…and soon he will be ever more humiliated than he could possible consider!

He has read my thoughts for he raises his upper body off the table and shouts. "I killed him with relish! He died in agony and I watched him fall, all the way down, and you know what? I enjoyed it!"

Fire comes from my eyes as rage and pain fills me at his spiteful words.

"For this you shall pay dearly Jedi!" I snarl. "When I am through with you I shall see to it that you, for one, will never breed any Jedi brats!"

Obi-Wan screams aloud with rage.

"How sanctimonious the Jedi are! They say they have compassion, yet at the slightest provocation they experience rage as the Sith do!" I spit my hatred at him before turning back to the delightful body before me.

The Padawan is still sighing and when I let my hand slide between her legs, I can feel her slick womanhood, wide open and eager, moaning aloud when my hand touches her there. But I only hold my hand there for a short moment.

Rising to my full height, I turn her around to face me again and immediately I bend my head to suckle at her breasts. Her nipple feels hard and swollen in my mouth and I let my tongue play with it, making it harder and more so red as I suckle hard upon it. She cannot help but close her eyes and moan aloud.

As I suckle at her breasts my hand goes down over her belly to her womanhood and I spread the lips of her womanhood with my fingers. She gives soft cries and tries to escape my hand, but as I rub harder and let my fingers go inside her, she holds her legs wide and her breathing becomes even
faster, almost becoming pants. And I watch as she closes her eyes and moves her head from side to side as my fingers inside her find her most sensitive spot where I rub and stimulate, enjoying every moment of her sweet torture.

By now my hand is slick from her and almost involuntarily she moves her hips over my hand, wanting more of my touch upon her wet and swelling womanhood. I bite her nipple and pulling it, she cries out. I do not let go and bite harder.

"Pain can be such pleasure, my sweet. I will show you just how so it can be." I whisper to her, then bite her other nipple, holding it between my teeth and pulling it. It is red and swollen as I let it go with a wet sound.

I look into her golden eyes, clouded with passion, and I slap her breasts, making them bounce and sway before my sight, sensing Obi-Wan's eyes upon her chest, watching with frustration, rage, and a silently growing arousal.

Still, my hand is arousing her womanhood, touching, stroking and teasing, and I feel she is close to receiving the Darkside.

With a quick move and use of the Force, I retrieve the ceremonial dagger from the nearby low table, where it lays on its black velvet bed, and I hold it reverently before me. I withdraw my hand from her womanhood, hearing the little Jedi girl moan softly, and spread her slickness over the intricately
carved hilt, and over the Sith markings on the sheath covering the sharp blade

The markings on it are an ancient Sith vocation my beloved had once taught me. I begin chanting its age-old words, softly and compellingly, in a low voice as I look over the dagger then the girl before me.

Instantly her golden eyes fly open and she groans, moving her hips in rhythm with my chanting, unable to control herself; unable to withstand the ancient and powerful words I speak.

Again and again I chant the Sith vocation, the words and my monotonous chant hypnotic. And quickly I can see threads of her essence coming from her womanhood as she is spreading her legs, swaying her body softly in response in rhythm to my words.

"Yesss... you are ready for it now, are you not?" I ask in a soft voice, nearing her swaying body, looking into her glazed eyes, seeing the need, the fear, despair and pain in them.

"Yess..." her voice is nothing more than a deep groan.

Still chanting, I let the hilt of the ceremonial dagger slip between her legs, rubbing it over the length of her womanhood, wetting it more with her slickness. Her head falls back and she gives a long, hoarse cry, enjoying and hating the sensation at the same moment. I rub it over the sensitive nerves of her nub, raking the delicate flesh and her body shudders, writhing uncontrollably. Her heads tosses wildly from side to side now, her fiery hair falling way below her waist.

I insert the end of the dagger's hilt into the opening of her gender, and immediately she inhales with a hissed groan. While behind me Obi-Wan had gone quiet, but now he seems to sense what is about to happen. But he then cries out in agony. "Kerri! No! Do not release! You hear me?! Listen to my voice! Do not release! Call upon the Force and draw strength from it!"

"She can no longer hear you, my Jedi," I growl at him. "She is mine now!"

"Kerri! Do not release! Listen to my voice! Master, help me, please!" Obi-Wan's voice is now nothing but despair and I gloat enjoying every moment of it.

Slowly I insert the dagger's hilt deeper into his Padawan and she moves her hips again as if making love to it, involuntarily. Then with a fast, cruel move I take it out of her and she almost weeps at
being denied.

"Do you wish me to continue?"

"Yesss...please...it…feels…so…good…please…" Her voice is deep and breathy, no longer the sweet voice of the Padawan. The Darkside is beginning to take over, consuming her like a fire from the inside out, making her one in its image.

Obi-Wan yells at her again. "No Kerri! No!"

But her trembling lips form a continuous plea. "Please... please..."

I grin viscously and in knowing that I am so close to winning. I then resume my chanting and insert the hilt of the Sith dagger, but this time I plunge it all the way inside her, filling her fully and completely with its size and length.

She answers with a scream and her body shakes violently with the force of her feeling, the dagger breaking the virgin skin of her womanhood, a trace of blood trickling over the guard of the dagger.

I thrust the dagger in and out of her, at the same time chanting and stimulating her nub with my fingers, feeling her tremble and quake with each movement of my fingers over the hard little nub of delicate flesh and nerves. With each breath the Padawan takes is now a groan or a scream as the
Darkside begins to course through her, taking possession of her and making her belong to it forever.

I chant louder and thrust the dagger into her faster, tilting the dagger in an angle just right to rub against the g-spot inside her, making her cry out loud and writhe with each plunge of the dagger's hilt into her womanhood.

The moment she releases over the ancient Sith vocation, she will forever belong to the Darkside, and I can see and sense she is so near.

"No Kerri no!!" Obi-Wan Kenobi makes one last feeble attempt to stop her, but the Padawan's body spasms as a wild all encompassing orgasm rocks her body and takes over her mind.

Screaming aloud, her body convulses wildly while her body strains as her insides tightly squeeze the dagger handle deep inside her, still moving within. "Ahhhhh!!! YESSS!!!"

Her womanhood contracts violently around the dagger and her essence floods the Sith vocation, bonding her to the magicks of the dagger and to the Darkside of the Force.

I cease my chanting and carefully slip the dagger from her womanhood. It is no longer deep black, but seems to have an inner light of its own, a crimson light, pulsating deep within the metal, illuminating the Sith vocation.

I look upon the still trembling girl before me, pleased as the Padawan's head hangs low on her chest, her red hair cascading about her like a curtain, hiding her face from view. The young girl is still panting and her body still shakes, but then she slowly raises her head…

Her eyes are like molten lava, lines are showing in her once sweet face and her mouth has a cruel smile to it. She licks her lips sensuously and groans, the sound coming from deep down in her throat.

I probe her mind and meet nothing but darkness. I have successfully completed the first part of my revenge.

Part IV

"Kerri…no…" I hear Obi-Wan speak in a low voice, despair and disbelief in his words and floating on the currents of the Force surrounding him, his eyes looking upon his companion, his fighting having ceased at the sensations he felt from her.

I rise to my feet, standing before the newborn Darksider, looking into her glowing eyes, and moving toward her, I kiss her lips hungrily, her tongue invading my mouth with great passion. I can feel a new sweetness to her taste, the new darkness coursing throughout her body, through her veins. It
is exquisite. But I slowly pull back, yet her mouth holds to mine, leaning forward despite her restraints until they give no more and she leans back against the stone wall, a dark and devious grin upon her lustrous face.

I turn to look upon Obi-Wan, seeing a growing anger and hatred in his piercing blue eyes as he now glares at me with intensity. I send a caress through the Force, touching his noticeably aroused manhood lying upon his well-shaped abdomen, bringing a hiss to escape from between his clenched
teeth and a look of surprise then disgust at my touch.

I grin evilly, moving toward the fuming and disparaging Jedi Knight, my eyes moving over his naked well-muscled form…but he is nothing compared to the perfection and indescribable beauty of my lost beloved.

"You…witch!" Obi-Wan yells as he again fights his restraints, rage in his eyes, wanting so much to make me pay for what I had done to the young Jedi Padawan – his friend and companion.

"Such harsh words, my dear Jedi." I return in a seductive voice, standing beside the table he lies upon, placing my hand upon his bare right thigh, feeling the heat of his body, the hard flexing muscles beneath his pale human skin, seeing him flinch just slightly to my intimate touch. But quickly he jerks away from my hand, my touch.

"Don't touch me!" The Jedi growls through his teeth, fighting the simmering sexual fire burning within him.

"My, my! Aren't we a little testy!" I laugh aloud evilly, placing my hand upon his thigh once more, but slipping my hand between his slightly parted legs, running my hand along the sensitive insides.

He tries to move away from my hand again but he fails pitifully when I suddenly grasp hold of his manhood, wrapping my fingers tightly about him as not to let him move, instantly feeling his body tense. Every muscle is hard and his breath burning in his chest as he holds it in, his eyes wide
but beginning to glaze over with need.

"Oh no! I don't think so, my dear Jedi!" I exclaim, holding tightly to him in my hand, pulling slightly to see him flinch once more – and a muffled groan escapes before he can stop it. I cannot help but snicker at his pitiful attempt to hold back.

I then glance over my shoulder to the newborn Darksider, seeing her eyes burning darkly as she watches what I do to Obi-Wan.

"Kerri…come here, my dear." And with a flick of my free hand, the bands about her wrists suddenly pop open. Her arms lower slowly to her sides as she steps away from the stone wall, a dark smile on her face as she appears at my side, looking down upon the Jedi Knight, hunger in her fiery eyes.

I grasp hold of her left hand, holding it in my free one as the other continues to hold to the Jedi's swelling manhood, and kissing the back of her hand, I place her hand over mine holding to his gender.

"Hold him in your hand, feel the heat of it, the throbbing as the blood rushes to engorge every vein within it." I instruct, slipping my hand from under hers to allow her control over Obi-Wan, seeing the disbelief in his eyes at seeing his friend and subordinate hold him in such an intimate way. "Hold him in your hand, squeeze it – constrict your grip upon him and hear him groan. He will be unable to hold it back."

With satisfaction I see how my little Darksider's slender fingers trail the veins on his manhood, circling the exposed head. Almost as in wonder, she lets one finger caress the small hole before stroking back and touching the ridge behind the head.

Obi-Wan groans, unable to hold it back, his teeth clenched and I sense his arousal and his deep embarrassment of feeling his Padawan touching him thus. I feel my Darkside energies grow and strengthen as I sense and feel what he feels, and I grin wickedly, running my fingertips across the span of his chest as I move about the head of the table - from his left to his right.

"She has a delicate touch does she not, Jedi?" I smirk with dark delight as I caress his cheek, feeling the muscles of his clenched jaw tight with tension. "The touch of the Darkside is pleasant, as you shall soon find."

Kerri licks her sweet lips and looks to me, a question in her passionate burning eyes.

"Go right ahead, my dear." I encourage her, moving my eyes from hers to the place upon the Jedi's body she wants to arouse, motioning silently with my eyes for her to continue.

She smiles maliciously and lowers her head to lick his manhood, causing him to inhale with a loud groan. Her lips encircle the engorged head and rub the ridge behind it. With a wet sound she lets his sex go, only to lick along to the soft folds. She takes the tender skin between her teeth and pulls it.

Obi-Wan gives a loud cry, his body tensing almost to breaking, his fists clenching tightly, fighting the restraints which do not give.

"He tastes so good," The dark Padawan remarks, her voice husky as she flexes her tongue and flicks the head again, pushing the tip of her tongue into the tiny opening before licking back up to the base. Slowly, teasingly, she begins licking to the underside of Obi-Wan's length where she finds his taut sac - a new spot to explore and lick. Then opening her mouth wide, she takes one of the testicles to lick and suckle.

Obi-Wan writhes on the black table, unable to hold back his groans, small droplets appearing on the head of his manhood as she nips the delicate skin of his sac and pulls it with her hands grasping about his gender.

She holds his sac in her hand, fondling it, making the testicles roll between her fingers. She explores further, finding a spot between his sac and his opening, and she presses down on it. Instantly Obi-Wan gasps and groans, unable to lie still. His mouth is open wide, his eyes half closed. I see veins begin to appear through the skin upon his sweat-beaded forehead.

"He likes it, my little Padawan." I remark, seeing how the Jedi Knight reacts to the stimuli the dark Padawan gives him, smiling with great pleasure and a little pride in my dark creation.

Kerri grins evilly and lifts his sac to suckle at this sensitive spot, Obi-Wan's breaths coming in gasps and he spreads his legs to give her better access. Kerri suckles, nipping at his skin and takes his testicles in her mouth one by one to lick and taste once again.

"His full, little Kerri, I think he wants to show you how much he is holding inside it."

Kerri's hungry mouth licks back over Obi-Wan's sex, following the veins to the head where she licks the drops he lost so eagerly and I see her take his sex back in her mouth and run her lips up and down along his throbbing length.

He is groaning, I sense he is close to release. I place my hand on Kerri's shoulder and shake my head. She immediately lets him go and stands back, her naked breasts heaving with her excitement, her skin having changed into a more aroused color pigment.

Obi-Wan raises his head, his eyes clouded with passion. He was ready to release but he is denied his pleasure as I watch with satisfaction as his manhood goes flaccid again - and how quickly too! Nothing like my consort!

I snort in loath of his weakness and nod to Kerri once more.

Immediately sensing my thoughts, her golden eyes burn, hinted with dark desire. She lifts herself onto the table and with agonizingly slow movements, she straddles the young Jedi's body, inching towards his manhood. She places her hands flat on his muscled chest and rubs it, flicking his nipples as she passes them with the tip of her tongue and takes long licks from him naval over his chest to his neck, where she bites, her teeth almost breaking skin.

Obi-Wan's blue eyes are only an inch away from her fiery ones and her red hair falls like a curtain over his chest, draping about him with its shining brilliance.

I watch closely as Kerri closes her mouth over his for a deep, wet kiss before licking down again to his hard, male nipples, where she suckles hard upon the left. And he groans again, his arousal beginning to show once more, the blood flowing into his gender, making it rise and begin to throb as it lies
upon his belly.

"Oh, but my new Padawan is an expert! She is brushing her wet womanhood over his sex - just the lightest of touches but they suffice, and his sex reaches up to meet her!" I think with pleasure, grinning all the while as I run my fingers playfully through the young Jedi's still short cut hair, watching as her sharp teeth hold his nipple captive, pulling it, biting it, arousing him more and more.

"Pain is pleasure." I whisper into Obi-Wan's ear with a wicked smile, blowing into it teasingly and I flick his earlobe with my tongue.

Kerri releases his nipple with a sensuous wet sound, and then inches her body up over his, crouching low over him, her knees pushing her slowly forward. She holds her breasts to his mouth, making them sway and dance before him. He cannot resist her. He opens his mouth to suckle at her nipple, but she quickly pulls it out of his reach, laughing darkly as she sits upon his stomach.

His groans are becoming louder now. He wants her – I can see it. His eyes burn as he looks at her small breasts tantalizingly close to his mouth, lips twitching to kiss, tongue moving to lick, mouth ready to suckle.

She moves her chest again and lets one nipple brush his lips, giving him a moment of bliss when she allows him to suckle. Then she moves up even more, now straddling his shoulders, giving Obi-Wan an exquisite look into her soaking wet womanhood.

She starts slow, teasing moves, her swollen lips rubbing Obi-Wan's cleft chin. I can see her slickness on his face as she moves her hips forward.

"Lick me," she groans, "lick me there…"

"Kerri…please!" Obi-Wan makes a weak attempt to stop, yet how can he resist the aroused scent of her womanhood so close to him. Again her gender rubs over his cleft chin, pressing down firmer this time.

"Lick me! Lick me!" she moans, moving her hips over his chin, so close to his mouth, feeling the heat of his breath against her. And I then see his tongue begin to lick her wet lips, spreading them and exploring the fragrant insides. She moves her hips against him, moaning as his tongue brings her
to ecstasy, wanting more.

"Lick me inside - do it now!" She orders in her low voice, her lips parted, the tip of her tongue tracing just the insides of them, her eyes looking into those of the man beneath her.

Obi-Wan can do nothing but press his tongue firmly into her opening and drink from her. He licks her nub as she pushes it against his lips and groans…his manhood now hard and throbbing again.

Kerri throws back her head and gives a long cry then moves away from Obi-Wan's mouth, and as she goes down over his body, she rubs her slick womanhood over his chest and stomach. She then straddles his thighs, looking at his hardness, touching it eagerly.

"Yes...sweet Padawan, take him inside you now." I tell her with a knowing grin, seeing the dark delight in her eyes, the devious smile playing on her sweet lips.

Without a moment's hesitation, my little dark Jedi spreads the lips of her womanhood widely with one hand, using the other to guide his twitching sex to her opening. Her lips embrace his sex eagerly as she lowers herself onto him, her opening stretching to the full, and she lets out a deep growl as he
fills her fully and completely.

She begins to rock her hips, wild, forceful moves and Obi-Wan groans as he feels her tight walls contract around his sex, her tightness squeezing his length within her, almost painfully. And I can see his sac is taut and I know his release is not far away now.

"Another secret you might wish to know, Jedi friend. Once you release your seed into the womb of someone belonging to the Darkside, you can never again make love to a Lightsider. Should you do so, she will also forever belong to the Darkside." I exclaim in a matter of fact tone, running my fingertips along Obi-Wan's stomach, "Your seed will corrupt all others, my Jedi friend. You shall be condemned to live a life of celibacy."

"Noooooo!!" Obi-Wan cries between gasps. "NOOOOOOO!!!!"

"Oh yes, my Jedi friend!" I laugh aloud, feeling my own desire and need grow as I watch my little Darksider ride Obi-Wan with wild abandon. Yet I can see his eyes close, his face attempting to calm as he attempts to concentrate.

He tries to use the Force to prevent his release, but Kerri's arousing moves have made him go beyond the point of no return as she thrusts her hips against him wildly, her breasts bouncing and dancing as she rides him.

I can tell, by the way Obi-Wan is throwing his head back and arching his spine, that she is using her inside muscles to milk him, squeezing his hardness deep inside her body…his release is coming…

Suddenly Obi-Wan screams at the top of his lungs - a terrifying, agonized scream, and then he lets his seed flow into the womb of his former Padawan, his back arching high from the table, his head back as his eyes roll back into his head. But she continues to ride him hard and fast, her moans now
cries of ecstasy, placing her hands on her breasts, squeezing her hard little nipples. And then she too gives a long cry and lets her essence go, mingling it with his.

"Good, very good!" I exclaim aloud with the utmost satisfaction. "I could not take this revenge myself. No other man's seed shall touch my womb again. It shall forever be a sanctity only to my beloved Lord Maul."

His failure now complete, his humiliation achieved and surpassed, the failed Jedi Knight pants hard, his body limp and weak as my little Darksider moves slowly over his hips, her body shaking still from the intensity of her release.

"Kerri…no…" Obi-Wan mummers softly, his throat hoarse from his powerful and painful scream of release, his head lying limply on one side, his eyes closed, beads of sweat gathering and trickling down the sides of his face and forehead.

"Now Jedi, you will sleep and on the morrow you will die. Come, my little Kerri." And with that I leave the room, Kerri climbing wearily from over his hips, his gender sloughing out of her flooded opening, and follows me out of the prison chamber.


Part V

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.

And now I lounge in a pool of fragrant water and bath oils, basking in my triumphant revenge. I enjoy the feeling as the warm water sinks into my pores, cleansing my skin and soothing aching muscles while drinking a special Zabrak tea my beloved had taught me to make, in memory of my love.

I am quite pleased with myself, knowing that I have honored the memory of my consort in hurting the only Jedi ever to hurt my beloved as he did – also destroying any chance of the Jedi to procreate, and if he attempted to, he would turn his lover to the Darkside...and 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 had.

Love. It has died in me – I will never love another.

Sighing softly, I bring the goblet to my lips, taking a slow drink as images begin to enter my mind. Memories we had 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 fall into 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 about 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…then 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, unsure if I had actually heard his voice at all.

But then, suddenly, the room seems to grow dark and the Darkside energies surrounding me intensify and becomes so thick and intense I find that 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 and 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 upon the sleep-couch as she slowly shifts into another position, apparently having not sensed what I had – oblivious. And closing my eyes, I sigh, wanting so much to feel the touch of my consort upon 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 upon my neck, and hot breath against my naked skin. I barely hold back the startled gasp that almost escapes my mouth when I feel a hand gently take hold of my breast as 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 on 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 he might vanish like a dream, not wanting him to leave me once more and I would be alone again.

"Maul…my love, how I have missed you…" I whisper softly, not wanting Kerri to hear our voices, placing my hand upon his holding to 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 against my cool skin, setting shiver bumps to rise upon my skin. He then gently grasps my shoulders from behind, helping me as I rise from the water and out of the
pool, his arms immediately wrapping about me, holding my naked body against his hard muscled one.

And as he holds to 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 upon 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, slowly he 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 upon 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 begin 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 upon 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 chest, running my hands up and down, feeling the contours of his broad muscular chest, and 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. And in remembering, I feel almost overwhelmed with emotions that I thought I had long ago lost, a soft sob beginning with the quivering of my chin, the tears welling up in my eyes once again.

Suddenly, but gently, 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 shoulder, comforting me.

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. And 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 the buttons come 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 the tip of my tongue 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, and placing my hands on his waist, I unclasp the heavy belt about his middle. Then as I let it fall to the floor, I place 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 brush 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 it 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 I hear his excited groan. I kiss him and lick him and I feel his hand in my hair, holding my head in place.

My beloved 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 his skin 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 my tongue 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 g-spot. I can feel the swollen veins of his manhood throb against my tongue as I suckle, playing the veins with my tongue teasingly.

"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 my mouth as I move forward to take his length into my mouth once more.

My beloved 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 and then he gives 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 suckle at his manhood, drinking every last drop of him, licking the hot skin. And pressing down, I beg him to give me more still and he groans loud and 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 beloved groans, his velvet voice low and hoarse with his arousal, his hips moving lazily.

I know my beloved can give me all I desire as I tease the head more with my tongue, and holding my tongue against the little hole almost like a cup and as 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. And once his tunics are lying neatly upon a nearby chair, he kicks off his black boots and steps gracefully from 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 the beauty, magnificence and perfection of my consort!

"You did very well there, Little One, you honor 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 beloved. 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 moving 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 my Little One." 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 upon my beloved, 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 let's 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, my nipple swell and hardens and he flicks it with his tongue.

"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 had desired to drink your milk from your breast as 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 nipple."

"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 as 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.

My beloved 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 womanhood, spreading them wide. My beloved's 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 look me over hungrily.

He shifts his body to sit between my legs, 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. Then he opens his mouth wide to cover it and I feel him suckle hard and so deeply.

I writhe under him, sensations of sexual arousal almost too great to bare, 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 moving to draw my essence from me. I feel his long tongue going inside, licking the quivering walls, moving deeper inside to rub against my g-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 but 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 layer of sheen upon my forehead and upper lip.

My beloved knows how to bring me close to an orgasm before letting me catch my breath again, 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 my g-spot 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 they flow from my body.

The stimulation of my nub 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 orgasm 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 walls begin to contract wildly, rocking my body. 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.

And 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, so perfect, his long powerful arms, his body against mine and I cannot help the sigh of contentment. It had been so long – so, 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 torture in vengeance of my heart and the death of the only man I have every truly loved.

But my thoughts are slowly put aside as my beloved shifts his body against mine and I smile softly, knowing my beloved is still aroused for 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. And 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 me. His hand once again fondles my breast and I moan softly, placing my hand on 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. And 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 of 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 it...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 again, 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 my g-spot 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 speed 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 all 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 orgasm 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 he remains looking upon me.

"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 had 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, my beloved. 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 a fire 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 bare 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. My beloved 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 until I meet his hard gender. So eager to give and receive pleasure me beloved is.

I raise myself slightly to kiss his warm 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 against 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 he wears as he caresses my back, trailing my spine, which causes me to shiver with delight.

My beloved'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 at his nipple, caressing my back again, pulling me on top of him easily and I stretch out on his body, pressing as much of my naked skin to his as I can.

I kiss his broad chest, moving then his other nipple where I suckle again, taking his skin between my teeth and pull it teasingly. And I can feel his heart beating wildly against the palm of my hand as I place it upon his chest, feeling the soft 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 by them, 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, straddling 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 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 burning in his 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.

Then my own sexual need urges me on. I slowly lift my hips and using one hand I position his sex before my entrance, then slowly lower myself onto him, my body tensing 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. I bend 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 against my walls." I think as I move my hips over him, feeling his length within, hot, hard and softer than silk. And I cannot help but move my hips faster, thrusting into him, and he groans 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..." my beloved 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, and 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 hot release coming inside me, his essence hot like fire, quickly warming my insides hotter than it had before his release.

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 g-spot deep inside.

"Khameir!!!" And I let my essence flood him, my body shaking almost violently as I move my hips over him slowly now, panting for breath. Then, with a heavy body, I lean forward, lying myself upon my beloved as he wraps his arms about me, holding me to him.

"You will sleep now, Little One," my beloved whispers in my ear, his hot breath washing over my skin, holding me to him. 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, then 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 as 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 my beloved as he enters the refresher.

We take a quick shower, washing one another's body, my beloved holding my back to his front, his hands upon my belly as I hold my own hands upon his. But 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 gown, I approach the sleep-couch where Kerri sleeps the sleep of the Darkside, curled up like a small child. Then Maul 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. And instantly her mouth drops open and her eyes widen in utter disbelief.

"You?! I thought you were dead!"

"You now belong to the Darkside 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.

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 had planned for him next!

Part VI

Obi-Wan Kenobi lies upon his prison bed, his arms aching from the restraints that do not give enough length to allow him to stretch his arms, work sore muscles.

And the Jedi Knight is worried.

"What am I going to tell the Council once I return to the Temple – if I am even able to escape?" Obi-Wan thinks as he tries to summon the Force about him the best that he is able, despite being without nourishment and enough sleep to keep his strength up. But his thoughts torment him, leaving him
unable to fully connect to the Force as he wishes to be.

"I have lost Kerri to the wife of the Sith Lord I had killed, loosing her - my friend, to the Darkside. Then I am rraped by her as the Sith woman taunted and touched me. How can I stand before the Jedi Council and tell them what has taken place here on Endor? How can I stand before them humiliated, ashamed and abused and tell them everything?"

Suddenly Obi-Wan senses the nearing of someone or someone's to the prison chamber he has been occupying for who knows how long. He has been unable to tell the time of day, how long he has been imprisoned within this mysterious place, which must more than likely be the Sith stronghold the Republic planetary survey team had alerted the Jedi of.

Quickly Obi-Wan summons as much in the Force that he is able, preparing for what may lie ahead for him, unsure what is to happen…and in a way, not wanting to know, dreading it.

And then, the door of the prison chamber slides open and the first person he sees is the Sith woman dressed in a slim yet elegant black low cut gown which shows off more of the red and black designs upon her skin.

**********

The moment the prison chamber door slides open, I see Obi-Wan raise his head and look anxiously upon me. And as I enter the prison chamber, behind me stands Maul with his mocking smile, seeing the Jedi Knight lying helpless upon the table.

Then the Jedi sees Maul, and his eyes almost fall out from his skull in utter disbelief in seeing my beloved still very much alive.

"You cannot be real! I killed you!" Obi-Wan exclaims aloud, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open as he watches Maul enter the room, only just noticing Kerri following in from behind.

"I am not that easy to kill. Besides, how do you know you did not kill my clone?" Maul says with a menacing growl in his deep throat, his arms remaining at his sides but his black gloved hands clench into tight fists.

"Your clone?! Bloody hell! You must be joking!" The Jedi gasps, not believing his ears at what my beloved tells him, attempting to sit up upon his elbows to get a better view of the Sith Lord standing in full view not far away.

“I am Sith, I do not joke,” my Lord says with a note of steel in his voice, his gold and blood red eyes burning with his dark hatred and distaste for the Jedi.

"No! No, it cannot be - she thought you were dead too! She wanted to avenge herself upon me!” A sob of despair enters Obi-Wan's voice now, turning his head away as he closes his eyes then opens them once more and turns to my beloved. “You were dead!”

Maul crosses his arms and cocks his head. "That is the second time this morning I am asked why I am not dead. Most annoying!" my beloved says mockingly, not once taking his eyes from Obi-Wan as I move to stand beside my consort and Kerri beside me.

Then the lines beside his mouth deepen a little. “My consort is not your concern, Jedi, all you need to know that I am very much alive as you can see. Now...Jedi...prepare to face ultimate humiliation at the hands of the Sith."

"Kerri!" Maul calls her to him and gestures at the Jedi Knight on the table, silently telling her what she is to do. Quickly and obediently Kerri nods to Maul and stepping forward, she bows over slowly to Obi-Wan's face to kiss his lips in a sensual way.

The Jedi tries to move away from her but my little Darksider holds his face in a steely grip and her kiss deepens, and biting his lower lip, I see a small crimson droplet appear on it. Quickly Kerri licks it hungrily and grins, her lips tinged faintly crimson.

Kerri stands close to the table on which Obi-Wan lies and begins to move her body in an arousing, sensuous way, moving her hands over her body as she sways her hips slowly, seducing and enticing the hapless Jedi, weaving her dark web about him. She is agile and lithe, all grace and beauty as she lets her stomach make an undulating roll that goes down to her belly, then moves back up again. She then leans forward and shakes her shoulders, causing her breasts to dance before the Jedi's eyes.

He gives a muffled groan but cannot take his eyes away from her, being caught in her snare once again, unable to help himself, hating himself for being unable to resist because of his weakened physical state.

"It is useless to resist my sweet," Kerri whispers in Obi-Wan's ear, flicking his earlobe with the tip of her tongue teasingly.

The newborn Darksider raises her arms over her head and her left hand caresses her right arm until it reaches the strap of her black nightgown, then letting it slide off her shoulder, she slips her arm from it. Kerri then repeats the same languid move to her left arm. Slowly, teasingly removing the shoulder strap, and as she sways her body like a willow in the breeze, she pushes the nightgown slowly down over her breasts, her stomach, her belly, then lets it drop to the floor, a pool of black silken ripples
about her feet.

I can see Obi-Wan is obviously aroused, his manhood beginning to harden and swell with the engorging of blood with each beating of his racing heart.

"Human males are so fickle - their erection shows in no time at all." I think to myself, sharing my thought with my beloved as I smirk inwardly, thankful that I had become my Lord's consort before being bedded by a pathetic, unworthy human male.

I watch with a dark grin of pleasure as Kerri runs her hands over the Jedi's body, caressing his shoulders, the hard muscles on his chest, his abdomen. And closing her hand around his manhood, she rubs the skin up and down until Obi-Wan groans, unable to resist the sensations that she causes with the movements of her hand over his gender.

Suddenly I notice and sense my Lord Maul has moved slightly to the back of the room, and I see him removing an object from his utility belt, holding it in his right black gloved hand.

It looks like a durasteel handle with a strange carving at the bottom. He places it on the small table standing in the corner of the room. Then Maul stands watching Kerri, his arms again crossed over his chest, the hood of his robe raised.

Kerri continues stroking Obi-Wan's body, licking his hot skin, biting his hard nipples and arousing him almost to the point of no return. And I grin as I see tiny droplets appear on the head of his sex.

"Oh, my Jedi friend is going to give soon and when he does..." I grin maliciously, knowing what will happen if he does, knowing that it will destroy him ever so much more.

Kerri bites his nipples harder, causing a cry to burst from his lips, pain coursing throughout his body like arced lightning, traveling from nerve ending to nerve ending, setting his body on fire with arousal and pain. She then slowly, carefully climbs up onto the table, straddling the Jedi, running her body over his as she teases him by holding her nipples close to his mouth, brushing his lips with them.

And as she rubs her womanhood over him I see a slick trail, moaning as she rubs her wet, swollen lips against his throbbing sex, arousing Obi-Wan more with the intimate caress of her gender.

"Give me..." she moans, "give me your seed...."

"Nooo!" Obi groans, closing his eyes and attempts to utilize the Force to stop his erection, but he is helpless, my Lord Maul is in the room and Obi-Wan's skills are no match for that of my Lord's.

I see him bite his lips, trying to stop his arousal as Kerri's lips spread as his manhood slides between them, the head almost inside her entrance, slick with her essence. She then moans as she moves her hips, taking the throbbing head inside her and immediately contracts her muscles around it, gritting her teeth between parted lips as the swollen head stretches her within.

"You know of course...Jedi, that you can no longer have intercourse with a Lightsider?" Maul hisses maliciously, seeing how the Jedi's body tenses as his old friend turned Darksider holds him inside her, his hands clenching as his eyes close tightly, his arms fighting against the restraints.

My beloved is answered only by an enraged groan from the table, my little Dark Jedi straining to squeeze the head of Obi-Wan's sex within her, wanting him to feel pain and pleasure all at once.

"Then let me tell you what is going to happen now. She belongs to the Darkside and your seed will impregnate her. In a few minutes Kerri will be with child and you have given life to another Darksider. Does that please you...Jedi?" Maul's breathy voice is even lower, his gold eyes glowing with the energies of the Darkside, feeding off the Jedi's pain and despair.

The Jedi Knight on the table screams, thrashing his arms and legs against the bonds holding them to the table he lies upon, but to no avail – the enchanted restraints remain unaffected.

Then slowly, agonizingly, Kerri lowers herself onto his sex, gasping as its size and hardness fills her completely and she immediately begins to rock her hips wildly over him, plucking her nipples and closing her eyes, her fiery tresses dances about her like molten rock coming from the earth.

Obi-Wan groans, still trying to prevent himself from giving Kerri his seed...and his child. His lips bleed as he bites them constantly in attempt to resist her, but all is useless – hopeless.

Kerri contacts her muscles around his sex, milking his essence from him, riding him hard and wild and with total abandonment, her small breasts dancing as she moves. Groaning, her breaths come in gasps as she feels her orgasm coming.

"NOOOOOO!!!" Obi cries. "Master...why have you left me! Noooooo! I have failed you!"

Tears run down his cheeks and gasps for breath as Kerri's womanhood milks him deep inside her, ridding him hard and fast. Leaning back, she places her hands upon his thighs to rub his sex against her g-spot, causing her to cry out with each downward thrust of her hips.

But Obi-Wan cannot withstand it any longer, his body shaking with tension and failing concentration, slowly loosing his essence deep within Kerri's burning insides. And then…suddenly…he arches his back and screams - a loud anguished cry, and then I see his body shudder and I know he is releasing,
filling her womb with his hot seed.

Kerri feels it as well, and within moments, she gives a long moan, her wildly thrusting body moving hard over Obi-Wan's sex. And her body shaking, she lets go, surrounding the Jedi's manhood with her own essence, mixing it with his.

Maul stands beside her suddenly, though I had not seen him move. He places his hand on her quivering belly and whispers an ancient Sith mantra, holding his hand there as Kerri moves slowly over Obi-Wan's sex, panting hard for breath.

"She is with child now...Jedi," he growls. "Your life will grow inside her...and you may want to know…it will be a son."

Panting, Kerri slowly moves away from Obi-Wan and I see his manhood slip from her body, releasing a flood of combined essences, then stands beside the panting Jedi as she reclaims the nightgown from the floor. Licking her lips, she looks to me as she moves toward me, her eyes still clouded with passion, and the Darkside. I embrace her and kiss her mouth, sharing a deep kiss, one as only Sith women can share in their bond. Then we brake our embrace and turn back toward the pathetic excuse of a Jedi.

I find my beloved still standing beside the table where Obi-Wan lies panting and weeping, ashamed and humiliated beyond imagining. Raising his hand, the Darkside of the Force brings the object from the table flying into his hand. And as he holds it I can see its carved bottom begins to glow an angry red – as if burning like hot metal.

Obi-Wan watches Maul wide-eyed as my beloved grins maliciously. "I have not finished with you...Jedi. This is an ancient Sith brand. I am going to mark your flesh with it and it will forever mark you as one who was used by the Darkside."

My beloved whispers a few words in Zabrak then presses the branding iron down on Obi-Wan's flesh, the spot on his underbelly, just above his manhood. And instantly Obi-Wan lets out a piercing cry that fills the room with darkness - indescribable pain flashing through him and into the currents of the Force.

The ugly scent of charred flesh wafts my way and I see burned into his white skin a black Sith marking with an intricate pattern, one that will be forever – never fully to heal, leaving a scar that will never fade.

"If you undress before a woman and have sex with her...Jedi, she will see it and ask, and you will be reminded of the fact that your seed can only breed Darksiders from now on." My Lord Maul gives an evil chuckle. "But then...Jedi..." and the pause before Jedi is filled with such menace, "You may make love to men in the future, they cannot conceive your Darksiders."

Obi screams again, his feet thrashing madly, but he is helpless. He has lost, been humiliated and he knows it. He clenches his fists and as he turns his head toward Maul again, his eyes are filled with hate as a single tear runs down his cheek.

I can sense his pain and rage, and I close my eyes to feed off it, savoring every minute of his despair, rage, hatred and pain. It is delectable and sweet, my vengeful hunger satiated…almost.

"I will make you pay for this, you rabid animal! Release me and fight me...if you dare! Remember I defeated you before!" The Jedi exclaims in a haughty tone, attempting to rile Maul's temper…and it works.

My beloved does not move, but from the way his mouth turns down at the corners, I know he is raging, the fires of the Darkside burning brightly with its dark flame within him.

My Lord answers, his voice is a low hiss. "You will fight me...Jedi?" And oh...such loathing lies in that small pause before he says the word Jedi! "Do you think yourself worthy to fight me? You are a loathsome weakling."

"So give me food and water and time to heal myself and I will kill you again!" The Jedi shoots back, his blue eyes hard and his brow furrowed with anger, lips in a tight line as he speaks.

Maul is enraged. The Jedi Knight had insulted my beloved one too many a time. But my beloved keeps his calm, though I can see his rage in his wildly burning eyes and in his body as he stands.

My beloved moves away from the table, standing beside me once more and with a slight movement of his hand, the restraints pop open about Obi-Wan's wrists and ankles. We watch with great caution as the Jedi slowly, yet stiffly, sits up upon the table, rubbing his aching sore wrists, his eyes looking upon my beloved with an icy glare. But he does not turn his eyes to Kerri as she stands beside me, unable to look upon the woman who had been one of his closest friends, and who had been a fellow Padawan and Jedi…and now a Darksider, and the mother of his child – a son.

"Move it Jedi – we do not have all day." I growl, Obi-Wan taking his time to rise to his feet, standing stiffly from the table, swaying slightly for lack of strength but he catches himself on the table behind him, leaning against it for a moment as his legs regain their bearings.

"And put this on!" I toss his Jedi clothing to him – all but his lightsaber, which my beloved has possession of. It would be too dangerous in even his weakened state for him to have his lightsaber returned to him – too dangerous and unwise.

Groaning from sore, aching muscles and joints, the Jedi slips back into his Lightsider attire, wincing slightly as he bends his limbs as he puts his clothes on over his still sweaty body. And once he slips his brown leather boots upon his feet, he stands to his full height and looks us over with his arrogant and self-righteous Jedi pomposity.

My Lord growls deep and low in his throat, the Jedi enraging my beloved ever more but does not make a move and remains with his arms crossed over his chest, his brilliant eyes burning with the fires of the Darkside. And as I stand beside my consort, I can feel his hatred and rage flow from him like
smoke from a blazing firestorm.

I take a step forward, looking at the Jedi sternly and I motion for him to the door, ordering him without a word to move before something bad might happen to him if he continues to taunt my consort and enrage him so.

Obi-Wan turns his eyes from Maul then to me, their icy blue depths looking me over, sizing me up, trying to see into me and what and who I am.

"I would not dare do so, my dear Jedi." I send through the Force, warning him that he would be in for far more than a battle if he continued with me as he does, by the hands of the Sith Lord who is my husband and consort.

Immediately I see just the faintest hint of a grin upon Obi-Wan's young face, a glint of mischief in his blue eyes – but only for a moment. And loosing my patience, I grab hold of the Jedi with use of the Force, and force him to move out the prison chamber door, and Force push him down the corridor with Maul and Kerri in tow behind me.

Kerri and I infront and Maul in the rear with the Jedi between us, I lead Obi-Wan along the corridor, left down an adjoining corridor where I stop before a single door at its end. Then tapping a few keys upon the control panel beside the metal door, it slides open and my beloved sends Obi-Wan flying into the room with a hard Force push, the door closing quickly behind him.

"You have 2 standard hours to eat and heal yourself…Jedi, then we will fight." Maul sneers though the closed and sealed metal door.

"That will be enough, Sith." Then all is quiet.

With a groan, stiffly Obi-Wan Kenobi raises himself up from the cold hard floor onto his knees and looks about his new surroundings. He finds that he is in a room not much larger than the prison chamber he had been held prisoner in. The walls are high and black, joining in four junctures in
opposite sides of the room. To his left against the wall is an adequately sized sleep-couch with a single small pillow and in the nearby corner before him and to his right is a table with a single chair, and the scent of fresh food and drink coming from the table.

Instantly his stomach begins to growl and his mouth water, having not eating in so long – not since the night the Sith Lord's consort had captured him…and Kerri.

Carefully he rises to his feet and seats himself in the single chair before the table and looks at his fare – a sufficient portion of meat, vegetables, fruit, a piece of bread and a glass with a pitcher of clear water. Taking the eating utensil into his hand as he pours water into the glass, he begins to eat hungrily with large portions with each return of the fork to his waiting, eager mouth.

It does not take the Jedi long to devour everything on his plate and with the last bit of water he drinks from his glass, he rises from the chair and lays himself out upon the sleep-couch.

Already he can feel his strength beginning to return, and with a slow deep breath, he closes his weary eyes and slowly enters himself into a healing trance.

"Master, I seek your aid in the battle that is to come. I am no match for the Sith in my weakened state," he begs Qui-Gon Jinn to come to his aid as he lies motionless upon the sleep-couch, deep in his Force healing trance. "My strength is low, my body tainted by the Darkside – I beg you, give me the strength to fight the Sith Lord, the strength to fight and destroy him finally!"

Slowly he draws strength from his nourishment and through the Force healing trance, healing aching muscles, sore and stiff joints, returning back the slimmest piece of pride and the smallest hope that he will finish what he thought he had completed over a year ago on Naboo.

That day, for the first time, he gave into the hate and rage, killing the Sith Lord's clone in a fit of vengeance fed by the Darkside. And now, it has tainted him far more than he ever thought he could be, the first encounter giving way to his weakness against Kerri as she used him, the Darkside's sway reducing him to a whimpering, weak, pathetic fool.

Time passes, and finally he opens his eyes, sensing the time of battle soon to come. Feeling stronger than he had only a short time before, he sits up on the sleep-couch and remembers the look in his Master's eyes as the life faded from him. And the anger and hatred returns anew, the Darkside once more fueling him, his taint giving it a more strong hold upon him.

"I will not give in – I will not turn to the Darkside." Obi-Wan exclaims as he rises to his feet, looking about the room, measuring to see if he has room to prepare for the fight to come. "I will not fail you again Master."

Moving a few objects out away from the center of the room, Obi-Wan slowly begins to stretch his body, standing with his feet together and bending over as he wraps his arms about his calves, holding his chest against his legs. He twists and stretches all the muscles of his body, minimizing any chance of cramping of his muscles during his fight with the Sith Lord. He had been lying in that position for so long…he could not even tell what time of day it was nor how long he had been imprisoned and restrained to that table.

**********

The 2 standard hours are up and the door to the Jedi's prison opens.

Immediately I see the Jedi turn and find Kerri and I standing before him, lightsabers activated to prevent even the smallest thought of escape. He is noticeably feeling better and I sense his strength has returned but not as fully as it had been when I captured him.

"It is time Jedi," I remark as I step away from the doorway, Kerri and I both prepared if he attempts to charge us and escape. And if he did escape us, he would have a raging Sith Lord to contend with once he reached the outside. He knows this - I can see it in his crystal blue eyes. Arrogant fool.

But he does nothing but look me over once more then looking toward the open door, he exits the room after Kerri, and I follow up behind, my crimson lightsaber's blade pointed straight at his broad back, between his shoulder blades.

We escort him through the corridors then out an open side door, outside where we show him to a nearby clearing in the woods where Maul awaits him. My beloved paces back and forth like a caged great cat ready and waiting for the moment he will be released after his prey. And the moment his intense fiery eyes find Obi-Wan standing at the edge of the clearing, Maul turns and prepares for battle.

"Here, Jedi!" Maul growls, tossing Obi-Wan's lightsaber at him, the Jedi catching it in mid air. Obi-Wan quickly examines his saber, sensing for any changes, manipulations, sabotage. But he finds none.

Both men face each other across the clearing, both great fighters, yet my beloved is superior to any, but my beloved is at his peak of strength and skill, his experience far more vast than that of the Jedi Knight about to face him.

Slowly my beloved unbuttons his tunics and lets them fall to the ground, revealing his Zabrak visage to the Jedi standing not far from him just inside the edge of the clearing.

Obi-Wan stares in amazement as Maul allows the tunics slides down his arms and lets them fall into the grass. His eyes are wide as he looks at my beloved's swirling red patterns covering his entire chest, arms and back, and quickly takes off his own tunics.

The two men then near each other.

Both are well muscled, Maul a little older - and both are strong, but my Lord is in his prime and he knows he is the superior fighter.

Taking on his fighter's stance, my beloved stretches out his left arm and activates both fiery red blades of his lightsaber, his eyes burning with hate and fiery rage, a snarl creeping across his intense face.

Obi-Wan follows suit, his knees bent, both hands on his lightsaber as he raises his arms to his right, his eyes upon my beloved. His face is full of concentration as he draws the Force to him as best he is able, his lips hard and thin, and his body tense, prepared to spring to action.

I look on in amazement as I always did when I saw my Lord doing his combat training. His moves have the elegance and swiftness of a panther as he somersaults over the head of the Jedi and lands to his right, lunging his lightsaber forward to attack Obi-Wan's chest.

The Jedi parries his strike and in his turn, flips backward out of reach of the angry red blades, falling to one knee, striking upwards as Maul closes in, but his green blade meets a red one before it can do any damage.

Quickly Obi-Wan rolls away over his shoulder upon the ground. One fluid jump brings him to his feet and he strikes at Maul, his lightsaber making contact with Maul's shoulder, smoke from burnt flesh rising in a puff.

The Sith growls angrily, spinning to his left and as Obi-Wan expects him to move from the left, he feigns and lunges to his right, and the Jedi cannot hold back a cry as Maul's lightsaber slashes his thigh, blood staining his tan colored pants.

The fresh forest air is now mixed with the scent of ozone from the lightsabers and the smell of charred flesh, a smell that lingers in my nostrils with each breath I take of the fetid air.

The Jedi is breathing heavily as he takes a Force aided leap, trying to come up behind my consort, but Maul can foresee each move before it happens. Instantly my beloved falls to his left knee, his right leg forward, his foot facing inwards for support and his strikes at Obi-Wan, making an arch with his weapon, the glowing crimson blade making an unending streak through the air as it moves toward the hapless Jedi.

Again Obi-Wan is hit, this time his left upper arm, his teeth gritting as he fights to control the pain that sears through his body. And I can see sweat pouring from him while my Lord only has the lightest sheen of sweat on his forehead – my beloved is the true fighter between the two.

Maul jumps to his feet once more, pushing forward to slash Obi-Wan's chest, but the Jedi parries this attack, blocking my beloved's fiery red blade from the fatal blow. But at the same time he dives under Maul's arm and uses the Force to throw Maul backward to the ground.

My nails dig into my palms as I hear the thud with which my beloved hits the grass. But he is so powerful, kicking his legs out, jumping to his feet to whirling again, striking at his opponent from all sides without mercy.

Crimson blades seem to fly like red ribbons in the air, moving faster than the eye can see, blinding yet so brilliant and beautiful…awe inspiring and so very deadly.

As Obi-Wan tries to move forward, Maul turns and high sidekicks, hitting Obi-Wan at the shoulder, stunning the Jedi for a moment.

And then suddenly it is over.

Maul whirls again and using the momentum of his move, strikes at Obi-Wan's arm, hitting the lightsaber and causing it to fly into the air and land harmlessly on the grass a few meters away. At the same time he hits Obi-Wan with another high kick and the Jedi falls, lying helplessly on the ground, with the Sith Lord towering over him, holding one crimson blade of his lightsaber an inch away from Obi-Wan's throat.

"Kill me then Sith, have it over with!"

"Oh no, no, no, you shall feel my punishment for the rest of your life." Maul growls, hardly breathing faster, looking down upon the fallen Jedi with utter contempt.

"You shall face your Jedi Council in utter humiliation having lost your Padawan to the Darkside, being raped and defeated - and furthermore, fathering another Darksider."

"Enjoy your life of celibacy...Jedi!" Maul sneers in apparent pleasure in the Jedi's disbelief and great failure. "Oh...and remember, you carry my mark on your body, I may come for you."

I step forward, looking down upon the Jedi I had so wanted to hurt for hurting my beloved and I, my eyes dark with hate. Then suddenly I strike Obi-Wan's jaw with the heel of my shoe as hard as I am able, knocking the Jedi unconscious.

I have taken my consort by surprise I think, for he turns his head to me and stares, his brilliant gold and blood red eyes looking upon me as I stand beside him.

"Little One?"

"He caused you pain, my love. I cannot forgive that. I want him dead." I answer, my hands clenched into fists, my anger and hatred of the Jedi coursing through my veins like dark fire.

But before Maul can speak any further, his comlink signals. He punches in a code and listens to the computer-generated sounds of a message. And as he turns to me his face is grim.

"The warning systems from the Infiltrator have intercepted a message, the Jedi are on the way." And turning away without another look at the defeated Jedi Knight at his feet, he strides off. "We must hurry"

I look at the bleeding, unconscious man at my feet and call after my consort.

"What about…this?" I cry out, pointing an indignant finger at the Jedi.

"We leave him here," Maul answers.

"Alive?" I question, looking down upon the unconscious Jedi, seeing blood beginning to trickle from the place where my foot had come in contact with his head.

"Of course alive, can you think of a better way to humiliate him?"

I grin evilly. "Of course, you are right, my Lord, as always."

My Lord hurries back into our secret hiding place and goes to the bedchamber where he waves his hand over a safe in the wall, using the Darkside to open it. Inside the hidden safe he has several items that I have not seen before – I had not even known about the safe until now. One by one my beloved removes the objects from the safe, placing them in a case he had brought with him as he made his way to our bedchambers.

Gathering up the pieces of the alter I had made in remembrance of him, I glance over my shoulder to see several small objects of crystal and gold, a beautiful dagger of some kind, several film sheets, and a handful of data pads. Last Maul removes a black and gold box of some sort and places them carefully in the box sitting on the table beside him.

With the objects from the alter, I wrap them gingerly in the silk sheets of our bed, leaving the bundles on the bed while I quickly gather as much of my personal belongings as I can, tossing them in traveling case. Then with the case in hand and the bundles under my arm, I enter the livingroom,
finding my beloved standing before one of the walls.

Maul has a grim look on his face as he accesses a small panel in one of the walls, hidden behind a dark painting of a night sky with lightning streaking through it, one he had allowed me to bring as something to decorate the quite plain room. He punches in a code and sets a digital clock.

"The Jedi will find nothing here, beloved, this place will be destroyed in two hours."

Solemnly, I look around the house where I shared happy moments with my Lord as well as the deepest grief after his death…and in a matter of hours, it will all be gone.

He smiles down at me and takes my hand, leading me from the house.

As we step outside again, the sky has darkened and the first drops of a tropical shower are falling, bringing the fresh scent of new fallen rain I love so much.

Kerri stands around, looking a bit forlornly, playing absentmindedly with her lightsaber.

"What is to become of me now?"

"You know how to pilot a ship, so you can take off in Scimitar II. You will wait for us once you are in orbit and then you will come with us to Iridonia, where you shall bear your son. He shall be another in the new line of Sith," my beloved explains, looking into Kerri's golden yellow and red eyes. "My consort and you shall be the mothers of a new Sith Order."

I look up at him. "The Sith shall reign over the galaxy again, my Lord and my life. More powerful and stronger than ever. You shall make it happen."

For a short moment my eyes lock with those of my beloved's and once again I drown in their depths.

His gloved hand touches my cheek, his eyes brilliant and smiles to me. "Come we must depart."

“I will take Kerri to the hangar,” I offer and with Kerri running behind me, we race to the secret door at the side of the house that leads to the hangar bay where the smaller replica of Scimitar stands, shining and menacing looking in her own right. I take Kerri inside and as she sits down in the pilot’s seat, I explain to her how she is to take off.

“It is all right, I am a good pilot, she is not all that different from the Jedi Magenta fighter I was trained on,” Kerri says, smiling reassuringly. “The Jedi have very advanced spacecraft.”

I give her shoulder a squeeze and then run back to where my beloved waits impatiently for me and swiftly my beloved leads me to where the Infiltrator is hidden. My Lord takes me to a clearing in the lush green woods where after a signal from his comlink, the familiar features of the Infiltrator
appear out of nowhere. She is as sleek and beautiful as I remember her and I cannot suppress a smile.

"I always thought her so beautiful, beloved, she suits you so well,"

I follow my beloved Lord up the ramp and enter the familiar surroundings of Scimitar. As Maul enters the red lights go on and cast wild shadows on his face. I follow him to the flight deck and take my place behind his pilot's seat, having placed our things in the cargo hold, and watch him as
he prepares for take off.

His hands move efficiently over the control panel, checking the engines and the weapons. He knows his ship from bow to stern, port to aft, every wire, every little piece that makes Scimitar work. No one knows a ship more intimately than he.

As I look out through the windscreen, I see the rain is coming down in a heavy curtain. It is growing dark and between the trees, the light is an eerie, dark green, mixed with black. Then I feel a soft thrumming on my chest as the engines start and the Infiltrator lifts off into the air.

We fly low, skimming over the trees as Maul pilots his ship to the place where he knows the Jedi transport sits. The Jedi must not have a means of escape; he must suffer without food and without his transport.

He lets Scimitar hover and trains his guns on the Jedi ship. I see his mouth press into a thin line as he presses the firing button and his guns fire rapidly. The Jedi ship explodes in an angry ball of red, and orange. Maul has already throttled up and shoots up into the atmosphere, clearing the planet quickly.

As we leave the luscious blue-green sphere behind us, I see Scimitar II in orbit around it, waiting for us to join her. Maul contacts her, connecting her onboard computers to the Infiltrator's, so he can fly both ships.

I enjoy the sight of my beloved's expert hands handling the superior spaceship as he sets course for his home-planet…Iridonia.


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EPILOGUE

Obi-Wan regains consciousness and finds himself lying on the rain-drenched grass. His vision is blurred and he groans as he tries to touch his face. His right arm is swollen and a deep cauterized wound scars his white flesh. He winces as he touches the right side of his face where it is swollen and painful. Looking at his hand, he finds it covered with blood. He can taste blood in his mouth, he knows his nose is broken.

As he tries to rise, the world spins around him like a top and with a cry of pain, he falls back on the grass again, landing upon his stomach, the rain pouring down on his naked back.

His thigh is badly wounded as well; the pain searing through his body as he moves his leg, the fabric of his rain soaked pants clinging to his legs.

Shivering, Obi-Wan forces himself slowly to his feet and summons the Force around him to aid him in healing and to find some sort of shelter. He knows the Jedi are on their way, but they will not arrive for at least another day. Until then he has to survive on his own.

Looking to the east, he sees a plume of coal black smoke through the canopy of the hundred meter tall trees, rising into the gray Endorian sky. There is only one thing on the planet that could make such smoke as that…his ship. And from the black cloud of smoke, he knows his transport has been destroyed.

Now there is nothing left to do but wait for his fellow Jedi to find him.

He has no idea where he is on the planet, but he knows he has to find food, water and shelter. And from the condition of his body and the light, he knows he has been unconscious a long time - possibly hours. And his mouth is dry as sandpaper; he would kill for water. But he cannot wander too far from the clearing or the Jedi will never find him.

Taking deep breaths of the moist rain forest air, Obi-Wan makes his way to the nearby foliage, dragging his wounded leg behind him. He lowers himself to the ground, sitting upon a fallen log, and finding a planet beside him, he uses a few of its large leaves to gather some rainwater to drink. He
moves a little deeper under the large ferns, trying to keep away from the rain. And there he waits, shaking with cold and fever, holding his arms about his naked torso as best he is able.

He must have lost consciousness again, for as he wakes, he finds himself in a clean, white bed, a Jedi medic bandaging his wounds as the female Twi'lik stands over him, busy tending to his medical needs.

"Rest, Master Kenobi, you are running a fever, but I have put bacta on your wounds. You will recover soon." The medic says in an efficient, quiet voice, her soft violet eyes looking down into his as she soothes him the best she can, her soft slender hands upon his chest, sending warm waves of Force energy into him.

Obi-Wan drifts off to sleep once more, haunted by dreams of evil, yellow eyes glowering into his. In his dream he is with a woman he loves, but as he wants to touch her, pain shoots through him and he remembers...he cannot make her his, or she will become Darkside. And as he writhes and moans in
his bed, Obi-Wan hears the low breathy voice laugh.

A few days pass and finally Obi-Wan stands in the circular Jedi Council chambers high above Coruscant, atop a tall sky-reaching spire. Only today he does not see the sun reflecting on the skyscrapers, or the glittering lights from the air traffic for his eyes are lowered and his hands hidden inside the sleeves of his brown robe, unable to raise them to the Jedi Masters surrounding him in every direction. And he is still a bit unsteady on his feet after his ordeal, despite of a long period inside a bacta tank.

"Hmm....tell us you will, what found you on Endor." the raspy voice of Yoda says, looking intently upon the Jedi Knight standing before him with his hands hidden in the arms of his earth-toned robe, eyes downcast with shame.

"Yes, my Master. I discovered the Sith hiding place there. As my Padawan and I were about to investigate, we were attacked and taken prisoner." Obi's voice is low. "It was the wife of the Sith Lord I destroyed at Naboo, or thought I destroyed, for he had returned."

"Returned he has?" Master Yoda asks. "Destroy him, you did not?"

"No, my Master, I did not, It was a clone I destroyed, the Sith Lord is alive."

"More there is to tell, Obi-Wan. Tell us you will."

"I...lost Padawan Kerri Vexa...she..." Obi trails off, remembering with great detail all that had taken place during his terrible imprisonment.

"Tell us everything you will!" Yoda's voice is impatient and his green eyes bore into Obi's blue ones.

Obi-Wan swallows and continues. "She was seduced and taken by the Darkside...the consort to the Sith Lord wanted to avenge herself upon me. She took Kerri...and forced her to release on a Sith dagger."

Obi's face is a deathly pale now. "She then...she...well...she..."

"Obi-Wan, you will tell us exactly what you know, right now," the stern voice of Mace Windu comes, his dark eyes intense as he leans forward in his chair, his clasped hands separating to be placed upon the arm rests.

"Yes, my Master. She had sex with me...that is to say...I was tied to a table and she...used ...me."

Obi-Wan Kenobi for once wishes the floor would open and he would disappear into oblivion. However, the floor stays as shiny as always – perfectly solid, and he gulps again.

"I was forced to release...and then the Sith woman said, once I gave my seed to a Darksider I could never have another woman again, for I would turn her into a Darksider as well." Obi Wan drops his head in shame. "Furthermore I cannot father any children, for they too will become Darksiders. That is what happened."

"Not all that happened this is, Obi-Wan. See through you, we can. Withhold nothing from us you can." Yoda raises a warning finger, his eyes looking Obi-Wan's still healing appearance over, seeing what any normal being would not.

"No, not all...Kerri Vexa came to me again...she..." Obi-Wan hesitates, ice cold fear swelling in his gut as he again remembers the images and feelings of what had happened to him. "Well...she forced me to release again and the Sith Lord was present too...and he...he...touched Kerri ...and...."

"Please my Master...I cannot go on."

"Have you become a coward, Obi-Wan? Besides losing your Padawan to the Darkside, a Padawan who was not even yours to lose, mind, you tell me she forces you to release? You, a Jedi?" Mace Windu's voice is angry and cold as ice, his jaw muscles taut, his visage stern.

Obi-Wan lowers his head in great shame and as he answers his voice is nothing but a whisper. "The Darkside was too strong, my Master, I tried to resists and could not. Force forgive me, I tried not to do her wish, but the Sith Lord, I felt his power. And then...then...I released and he touched Kerri...and he said she...was...with child. And that I would have a son by her."

None of the Jedi Council members could speak after Obi-Wan Kenobi's last whispered words. And in the silence Obi-Wan can hear his heart pounding in his ears and believed all those in the room surrounding him could hear it as well.

"Is there anymore we need to know, Jedi Knight Kenobi?" Adi Gallia asks scathingly, leaning upon one elbow as she leans forward, her blue eyes looking hard upon the young Jedi Knight standing in the center of the room.

"Yes, the Sith Lord...branded me...he put his mark on my body, telling me he would come for me one day..."

"Show us this mark you will, Obi-Wan," rasps Yoda, his clawed hands clasping together in deep thought as his eyes remain unmoving from the Jedi Knight.

"Master...can I be spared this humiliation before the Council?"

But an angry lifting of Mace Windu's dark brow makes Obi-Wan push back his robe, lift his tunics and open his pants, showing the fiery red Sith brand.

"So, live a life of celibacy you must, Obi-Wan." Yoda says inspecting the Sith sign over Obi-Wan's manhood.

"This is the kind of revenge a Sith would take, leaving you alive to face this humiliation before the Council. In addition you have lost a Padawan, you lost a ship belonging to the Jedi Order and you have lost valuable information on the Sith when the house was destroyed," growls Mace Windu,
his voice hard and critical as he leans back in his chair, looking the young man over.

"You may now return to your quarters and meditate while we discuss your further punishment," Mace Windu dismisses Obi-Wan with the slightest move of his hand. "May the Force be with you."


~End~