Dirae needed no further encouragement and practically leaped into his open arms. Their lips met over and over brutally, blood flowing freely between them. Their hands clawed at the other’s clothing even as they devoured each other with their kisses. Fiercely, Dirae placed her hands on either side of his tunic and ruthlessly ripped it down the center, exposing his ebony skinned chest. She forced him onto his back and attacked his collarbone with her teeth, tongue, and lips. She pinned his arms at the wrists with her hands and kept them on either side of his body.
She bit into one masculine nipple, drawing blood from the ebony peak. Maul groaned out her name and strained against her hold on him. She suckled the sweet serum for a few moments before sliding up his body and kissing him passionately. Maul tasted his essence on her lips, sweeter than the most exotic honey. Dirae used her Force to keep his arms pinned as she dragged her nails over his chest, deliberately grazing his wounded nipple. He bit his lip against the delicious pain, arching his strong back to meet her touches.
Soon, he was laying beneathe her fully undressed and helpless under her Force. She had managed to position him in a spread-eagle fashion and was now straddling his hips, riding him lustily. Her nails dug into the smooth expanse of his muscled chest, head thrown back, deep gutteral growls emitting from her parched throat.
“Dirae..” Maul whispered in a strangled tone. The helplessness of the state he was in drove his mind wild with desire. He had to have her. Using his entire being and Force to yank free of her invisible bonds, he broke her concentration and flipped her over onto her back. In her blissful state, she didn’t realize the tables had turned until she felt his teeth bite into her breast.
“Khameir!” she cried, clutching at his waist with her strong legs. Grunts, groans, and low animalistic growls streamed forth from his throat as he fully ravished her. The air crackled with the energy both were putting into the act. Both gasped for breath and whispered the other’s name, lips meeting briefly over and over again.
As Maul thrust into Diare’s body roughly, he spoke in her ear in a hoarse tone. “You are mine, you belong to me. I command you to stay.”
Diare couldn’t find the words to answer him. Her thoughts were whirling, hazy with lust unfulfilled. Maul growled low in his throat, thrust into her one last time, then slumped against her body. Diare panted heavily, her hands limp on his back. He kissed her neck a few times then whispered sincerely:
“I love you.”
Dirae heard his soft confession and turned her head to kiss his cheek. “And I you, Khameir...sleep now. Sleep.” Maul relaxed against her body and was soon asleep. She gently rolled him onto his side and supported his head with one of the pillows. She raised herself up on her elbow and gazed down into his face. Sweat trickled from his brow, leaving a shimmering trail down his cheekbones. To her, he looked very beautiful in his sleep. Even with all of his hatred, anger, and obsession with fear, he loved her. His words echoed in her mind as she rose and left the bed as quietly as she could. She slipped into her tunic, pants, and robes again then glanced back Maul. The black sheets draped over his elegant hips to conceal his manhood. Gingerly, she touched her middle and closed her eyes. It was possible, she knew. Very possible.
“I love you, Khameir Sarin,” she whispered from the doorway. After blowing him a kiss she slipped from the chambers and down the corridor towards the docking bay of the ship.
* * *
“Anakin. Anakin, wake up,” Obi-Wan said quietly, gently shaking the boy’s arm. Anakin’s eyes fluttered open and he yawned.
“Master? What is it?” he asked groggily. Obi-Wan stood and picked up Anakin’s travel bag from the floor to begin putting his things inside.
“I want you to go back to Coruscant, Anakin. I have a score to settle with the female Sith. If she wants me, she’ll have to find me. I’ll hide out for a little while and return to the Temple as soon as I can. Quickly, the ship’s pilot is waiting for you,” he replied patiently. Anakin shot up in bed, aghast.
“Master, you can’t expect me to just leave you here to her tenderless mercies!” he protested strongly. Obi-Wan turned to him, his eyes soft with understanding.
“I know you would like to stay with me and help, but your safety is more important than mine. Now, get dressed and I’ll escort you to the ship.”
Anakin lept from his bed, his hands clenched in fists. “What about the Council? How will I explain to them what you’re doing?” he demanded.
“I have spoken to the Council already and they had given me permission to inspect the Sith. During the time I’m away I expect you to train on your own. Keep up with the exercises I’ve shown you and you’ll be fine when I return,” Obi-Wan explained calmly. Anakin walked up to his master’s side.
“But I should be with you at all times, Master. That’s how it is. How could’ve the Council agreed to this when it goes against their own code? As your apprentice, I must be beside you always so I can learn from your experiences,” he protested quickly. Obi-Wan sighed deeply and looked at his Padawan.
“All that matters is I’ve been given permission to go through with this. Please just do I say and return to Coruscant. I won’t be long. I don’t aim to engage her in battle, simply observe her,” he replied. “It will be beneficial for the Council to know how they work. Trust me, Anakin. I’m doing what’s best for you and the Council.”
“But--!” Anakin started. Obi-Wan held up his hand, palm forward, to silence his objective apprentice.
“That’s enough. Now do as I say and get back to the ship. I’m wasting valuable time arguing with you right now.,” he chastised without raising his voice above normal level. Anakin sighed heavily and snatched up his travel bag. He threw his Master a dark look then left his room. Obi-Wan sighed inwardly and left as well.
* * *
“When he awakens, tell him not to follow me,” Dirae ordered a droid in the docking bay of their large vessel, Seduction V. The droid nodded. Dirae spun on her heel and marched up the hatchway of her small ship, Maul I, and prepared for departure.
She sat herself down in the pilot’s chair and adjusted the coordinates. Her toughts remained on her mission; she forced herself to not think of Maul lying in their quarters completely unaware that she’d left. Yet her blood debt was too important to ignore. The Jedi still lived even after he killed her love and now it was time to repay him in blood. Her eyes stared before her at the slowly opening docking bay doors. It was time.
“Take heed, Jedi,” she whispered to the air fiercely, “your time on this plane is about over.”
END