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“You say you hate me, that you loathe me and wish me to be dead,” His hips snap and she cries under him, grasping for anything to hold on; the sheets, the pillow, and even his arms. Her head thrown back, and he could see the sweat on her skin; mixed in with the blush on her cheeks, those lustful eyes and the change of her stripes - she’s simply beautiful. “Yet you beg me to fuck you,” Another thrust, harder, with a smack on her buttocks that made her moan. Maul can’t help but smirk at it all, it was all ironic.
He’s not complaining - no he could never. Not when he was fucking her like there was no tomorrow, and hearing her moans and beg for more. He’s simply telling it how it is. He knows she’ll never admit to anything else that he said and neither will he. Perhaps in a few years time they can laugh and giggle, lay in bed with soft kisses and be all lovey-dovey. But for now he’ll settle with this. It’s not bad - by Force it’s the opposite, but he’s a man of power, he wants to hear her wanting him more - to give in.
“S-Shut up…” She can barely form sentences, her body moves with him that makes the bed beneath them rock and creak. “All you ever do is talk - Aaaah! - It’s annoying…”
“Hmmm. I seem to remember you getting wet just from me telling you what I want to do with you.”
Ahsoka growls - Force it’s arousing - and grips his arm tighter, her nails digging into his skin. Normally a person would winch and pull away, but he was trained to tolerate pain, to use pain and anger to fuel himself. She knows this but hopes one day that she’ll hurt him and that he would react in such a weak way.
Shame on her.
He shrugs her off, grabbing her hands and pins them above her head. Using his knees to accommodate him further between her legs, he pulls back almost leaving her empty, then slams back in.
She cries again, louder that fills his ears to the drum. But he doesn’t stop. He goes harder, faster - absolutely pounding into her. Her moans are louder and longer, and when he bites down on the sensitive part of her neck, she screams in pleasure and her legs shake. Maul stops so she feels every inch of him as she comes, and doesn’t wait for her to regain her breath as he thrusts into her again.
He needs - wants, more.
Pulling out, he ignores her whimper and throws her on her front, hiking up her arse and giving a smack before he’s over her, pushing himself in and resumes his pounding. It doesn’t stop there. He pushes her head down into the mattress and keeps her there, her hands pinned to her back with one of his hands as the other holds onto her waist. He can’t stop smacking that arse, not when it jiggles so perfectly and she moans that he knows mean more. It gets red too quickly, but Maul’s already there.
He growls as he releases his seed in her body still as he gives a few more hard thrusts to make sure his seed is inside her before pulling out. He awes the mixture of their release on her cunt, and swipes up just a bit to taste.
Delicious.
Ahsoka is still on her front, heavily breathing and clutching the pillow before her. Maul takes the time to admire the marks on her body, some from run-ins with Inquisitors, others from himself that had her whimpering for more.
Finally, she says. “Your an asshole.”
He grins. “Shockingly, the most terrible thing you have called me.”
She huffs and rolls onto her back where more marks lay, his cum from their earlier play still on her chest and chin.
Beautiful.
“Did I go too far, my Lady?” He asks when she keeps trying to regain her breath, eyes closed as she rests her head back against the pillow.
She shakes her head. “Just tired,”
He chuckles. “We all know that’s a lie.”
Her eyes open to glare at him, terrifying indeed to others, but never to him, not when those blue eyes sparkle like gems.
He crawls over her, caging her in as he settles between her legs once more. “Say it.”
Ahsoka closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then stares at him. “Again.”
“You have to be more specific then that.”
She groans. “Fuck me again,”
He grins like a predator, “As my Lady wishes,” and lunges.