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Warm. Soft. Pleasure. Such things were forbidden to Maul, his master made sure that he could survive any environment and habitat there is; to live a long time without warmth, to sleep without the comfort of a bed or anything soft enough. Pleasure especially was forbidden to him, he was to never feel it, only pain and hatred.
It was hard when she kissed him to feel those things.
A small groan came to his throat as she took him in his mouth. Hot and wet - it felt so good. When she took him all the way and choked purposely, he moaned loudly.
He should be ashamed, to throw away his teachings and years of hard work, to be completely undone by this woman. His Master will surely be disappointed in him and he can only imagine what punishment he will receive.
It seems worth it however, when she looks at him with those wide blue eyes, full of lust and mischief as she swallows his release and hums .
“So good,” She says as she sits on him once again, hands on his chest that trace his tattoos. “Your such a good boy Maul, so good that I think that you deserve more.”
He breaths. He can’t possibly have more, he wants but what has he done to deserve it? Laying on his back as she has her way with him shouldn’t allow him to do so - he hasn’t pleasured her yet and he desperately wants to.
“H-How so Lady Tano?” He leans up slightly. The view of her is closer and he likes it. “I have not given you pleasure yet?”
She tilts her head and narrows her eyes and Maul knows from his training to know that she is thinking.
She hums again. “Would you like to?”
Maul nods his head too quickly.
She stares at him and asks. “How?”
However she wanted him to please her, he would do it. Maul has his own thoughts on just how to give it to her, but he has done nothing to earn the motions to.
“Tell me,” She leans in closer, her hands trailing up and closer to his neck. Her touch is electrifying, his heart beats like thunder. “I want to know what you want to do to me,”
Swallowing, he does.
He wants to eat her out, to please her with his tongue and fingers at her hot and wet cunt. He wants to explore her body with his mouth and hear her moan. He wants to be inside her; hard or gentle - he just wants her to feel as good as he does - even more then good.
When he finishes her eyes are lidded with her signature screaming lust. She kisses him passionately that he grapes her too tightly and breathes deeply when she pulls away.
He would gladly let those lips take his breath.
She holds his cheek and kisses it. “If that is what you want then you shall gladly have it,” Leaning back once more she holds his shocked gaze. “But only when I am done pleasing you,”
“Yes My Lady,”
“Say my name,”
He gladly would with her permission. “Ahsoka,”
Then she smiles. It mirrors her signature in the Force; bright and warm - something he wants to hold onto forever and never let go.
He’s cold when she removes herself from him and has no shame as she stares at his naked body as she stands on the floor. She licks her lips before she turns away and goes to one of the drawers.
This is just one of her bedrooms she has around the galaxy and Maul has every intention of finding them all, even the one she calls home. Despite this she has always decorated them to make them feel loved, before he would have called such a thing foolish, now he finds it rather nice and warm.
It is wondrous how she has started to break years of training with only months of meeting him.
Ahsoka walks back to him with a slick object in her hand and a bottle in the other. Only when she sits on his waist once more does he know what they are.
He swallows.
“It may seem daunting now,” She says as she puts it in full view. “But I promise you that it will feel good.”
Maul stares at it more. It’s long and thick, and although fake, looks real. He doesn’t know what to think about it but his mind goes blank when she puts it in her mouth, staring at him as she takes it all in and licks the tip as she pulls it out. His own cock starts to harden again.
He will not defy her, if she wanted to do this then he would let her. A part of him felt intrigued by it all, and life of training pushes him to find out all about it.
“Turn over,”
Maul obeys, anticipation swelling inside him. She touches him and he responds, her hands trailing down his back, the tip of her nails slightly digging in that makes him groan and arch his back. When they reach to his waist she takes hold of his hips and pulls them up, leaving his face pressed down on the soft mattress as his arse is hiked higher in the air.
He’s never been in this position before, the heat on his cheeks coming into wake - he hates it, but Ahsoka has never punished him for it, she’s never punished him at all infact.
He hears the bottle being open, a squirt then the lid closed shut and the bottle set aside on the small table beside the bed. Her fingers are cold and slimy when they come to his rear, and it doesn’t take Maul long to realise that it’s lube, and knows what it will be used for.
Ahsoka is gentle, circling with gentle pressing before inserting a finger. Maul winces and presses himself further into the mattress, his hands starting to cling onto the sheets.
“It’s ok,” She says gently, her other hand tracing circles at his hip bone which does in fact, help. “I won’t hurt you,”
Maul knows this and trusts her to keep her word.
He doesn’t know how long it takes but soon he feels pleasure and pushes himself backward. Another finger enters, it’s less painful and he’s quick to deal with it. In the end he’s gasping into the pillow he’s moved under his face, his hips jerking back on Ahsoka’s fingers.
She stops and he whines.
“Sssshhhh,” She coos and kisses near his ear. “You’ve been such a good boy Maul, and so patient. Your reward is coming.”
She pulls away and he hears some metal clanging, straps being clipped and tightened. When the tip is pressed against him he freezes, and curses himself for doing so.
Ahsoka touches him gently on his shoulder. “We can stop anytime you want, just say the word. Do not do something just for me,”
She has always told him this, ever since this started. He didn’t understand it at first, did she not see that pain and suffering make him stronger? Did she believe that he couldn’t handle it - Was she mocking him?
He realised the answer not long ago.
She cares for him, and it still shocks him that she does.
He hated it at first, why should anything or anyone be gentle with him? He was a Sith, gentle was not in his nature, and neither should anything around him should be.
Yet here she is, bright and warm in the Force, gentle as she touches him and waits for his reply. He knows now that she will stop if he wants her to, and he would have told her to if this was early on in this... thing of theirs.
But Maul finds himself anticipated - excited, for what she has in mind for him. It’s new, out of his zone but...by Force it’s turning him on.
“No,” He shakes his head. “I am fine,” He then turns his head to look at her and for some reason, her sitting there naked, behind him with a toy strapped with leather around her hips - she looks so utterly divine.
It hardens him more.
“Please, continue…”
She gives him a soft smile, leaning over to peck his forehead and cheek, affection Maul had not known until he met her.
“Ok,” She pulls back a little to set her hands on his hips. “Don’t clench, it will hurt more if you do. Just relax,”
He follows her words, her fingertips tracing circles once more greatly helps him. Every time she presses more into him, she stops and lets him take his time to get used to the new object inside him, before giving approval for her to go deeper.
Once he couldn’t take anymore, he tells her and breathes heavily into the pillow.
“Good boy,” She tells him as she kisses the back of his head. Maul wonders why he wants her to touch him more when she calls him that. “Just keep breathing and relax, it will feel better soon.”
He believes her of course.
She eases back slowly and gently, only the tip staying in before she pushes back into him.
Maul gaps and groans.
Ahsoka keeps going and soon it's just like she said - it got better.
The pain gone and pleasure replacing it. Maul still holds tightly on the pillow, not because of the pain or anticipation, but because it feels so good.
“Please,” He gasps. “M-My Lady - Please,”
“Yes?”
“I need more -” He chokes when he’s penetrated deeper with a bit more force behind it, her hips touching his as she moves. “ Oh ,”
“Ask and you shall receive. Whatever you want, whatever you need. I will give it to you,”
It was after a few more thrusts before he said. “Don’t hold back,”
And then she goes deeper, harder. Her hips slam into his, her hold on his hips tighten.
Someone is moaning loudly, and it takes Maul a moment to find that it was himself making those sounds and more.
“How does it feel?” Ahsoka asks him as she nips his ear, her legs caging in his lower half as she recks him. “Is it good to be fucked in the ass?”
“ Yes ,” He moans and thrusts his hips back to her movements - for more. “It-It feels so good. Please - Please do not stop - !”
“Only when you can’t move anymore, I won’t stop.” She growls. It’s a beautiful sound, one that makes his blood rush to his cock and need her more.
Her hands hold the back of his neck while the other caresses one of his butt cheeks. “Such plump things,”
She smacks it. It stings, but Maul moans because there is no pain.
He wants her to do it again and again until he can’t take it anymore.
Fortunately she does, and by the time he’s almost there, his arse is sore.
“Fuck -” Ahsoka groans and thrusts herself deeper and harder. “Such a good boy. Taking my cock and fucking yourself so good. You love my cock, don’t you?”
“I-I do,” He groans as he’s practically being shoved into the bed by her thrusts.
“Tell me,”
Maul breathes. He has heard her...talk, but nothing on this level. Of course she doesn’t have a cock, but the strap she’s wearing lets her have one, even if it is fake. It feels good, so good that he wouldn’t mind if she really did have one - he wouldn’t turn her away because of her genitals.
“I-It’s so big. It fills me up. I feels g-good.”
“Would you like it again?”
“Yes,”
“If we were anywhere else, anyone could have walked in and see my fucking you with a fucking strap-on. Would you still moan and beg for it with someone else in the room?”
That...That was not something he has thought of. Perhaps he is drowned with pleasure and wants more, that he finds it arousing.
“I-I would,”
Ahsoka hums and thrusts her hips deeper. Maul thought it wasn’t possible, but if someone could break the odds, it would be here.
“Cum for me,”
How can he deny her such a thing?
He comes hard and fast, and Maul cries as his load spills onto the bed sheets.
Ahsoka keeps going. A few more thrusts and then she stops, and he can feel her shiver above him, basking in the pleasure of her own orgasm.
Maul falls limp on the bed, not bothered by his release underneath his body, and groans when Ahsoka slips out of him.
Gently, she rolls him to the side. She’s panting with flushed cheeks, the hue on her montrals and leku have darkened, and her glow.
She kisses him, soft and gentle. Maul instantly relaxes into it and kisses her back before his tiredness pulls him away from her lips. She simply smiles at him and stands, gathering the ruined bed sheets and dumping them somewhere on the floor. Her strap-on joins it before she looks for a clean new sheet and puts it on the bed.
“How was it?” She asks as she sits beside his laying figure. “Did you enjoy it? I know you said it was good but I don’t want to overstep -”
“My Lady,” He cuts her off. “I said it was good because it was good. I admit I have never done that before, but I trusted you, and I enjoyed it.”
“And the spanking?”
Maul licks his lips. “Yes, that too. That was good as well,”
She sighs in relief and relaxes. “Oh, good. I thought I overstepped boundaries there for a minute,”
Even after he gives himself to her, she still wants to make sure it’s what he wants. She truly does care for him.
He swallows. “My Lady. Now that you have given me my reward, which I am forever gracious for, may I please you like you promised I could?”
She looks at him shocked. “You aren’t tired.”
“positively. But nothing can stop me from pleasuring you, not even death.”
“I definitely don’t want to test that out,” She chuckles. “Alright then,”
She lays on her back, arms above to hold into the metal railing and legs spread wide, showing her soaked cunt to the world.
“Eat up,”
Eat up he does. He uses his tongue and fingers, even his teeth to nip and send shots of pleasure through her body. She begs and he gives. She moans and cries as she cums again and again, with Maul swallowing every last drop.
“Fuck-!” She groans as she comes for the fifth time. “Force - I’m out,”
Maul swipes his chin and licks the rest of her juices off his hands and face.
She holds her arms out to him and he’s between them immediately, his own wrapping around her as he lays on his back and drags her to his side, her head on his chest.
Nothing else is said, the only thing breaking the silence is their breathing that softens when sleep overcomes them.
This, Maul thinks, is definitely something he is not permitted to have; someone in his arms that gives him love and comfort.
The punishment for this would be the most painful of all, but it would be worth it.