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The Samiel

by: brensgrrl (6/16/1999)

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Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Maul/F/Obi

Summary: Everyone takes a little walk on the Dark Side. . .

This story is actually a "MarySue" that was written in response to some

suggestions from some of the "Sithters" at the DMEB and Sith Chicks list, and to write about my own personal fantasy about being part of an

"Obi-Wan/Darth Maul sandwich". . . and this story also meets the challenge outlined by Jayde Amali at the beginning of the story "Negotiations" (Master/Apprentice).

Spoilers and Disclaimers: This story contains a few plot spoilers for SW: The Phantom Menace. If you haven't seen the movie you might not want to read it. Most characters belong to Lucasfilm, Ltd. No denigration or disrespect is intended. Just taking them boyz for a little spin. Thanks George for letting me play with your milieu a little! ( : > Meesa gettin no money for dis, okiday?) However at least

one other character and the plot (what little of it there is) are mine.

Posting rights are granted to: "Master/Apprentice"; SWA-L; DMEB; Sith Chicks, Corellia and www.fanfix.com (if they will have it . . .) All others -Please no reposting without my written permission. Emails to [email protected]. Please. . .No flames, but positive constructive criticism is welcomed.

Finally, this is strictly NC-17. Be warned that this is a little erotica/slashy and should not be read by anyone under 21 or by any one who is offended by explicit situations.

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As the blowing sand began to sting his face, Obi-Wan tried to push feelings of irritation out of his mind. Just as his Master had sent him

out to investigate whether or not another Mos Espa scrap dealer would accept Republic Credits in exchange for hyperdrive parts, the storm began. Despite the deteriorating weather conditions he had been able to visit three such dealers, but to no avail. Now he was in what surely

was the worst quarter of the settlement, in the middle of a sandstorm.

He didn't know about the location that Qui-Gon was scouting out but this

side of Mos Espa was a disgrace. The gutters of the filthy streets overflowed with unspeakable refuse. Everywhere there was a sense of urgency as people hurriedly finished their transactions and packed up

their wares, fearing the intensity of the growing storm. Speeding vehicles screeched and raced as they dodged both people and blowing debris. Obi-Wan blinked furiously against the flying sand and scanned, taking it all in, looking for likely refuge, when he noticed the door of

the tapcafe, incongruously open during the storm. Not the best place to

take refuge but with the sand now beginning to find its way beneath the folds of his tunic, what choice did he have? Suppressing the urge to curse, he entered.

The cantina was filled with spacers from many worlds, and reverberated with a cacophony of noises: voices, laughter, music and the clinking of drinking glasses. As Obi-Wan brushed the sand off he realized that he

would have to spend a few hours stay in this Force-forsaken place and he

hoped that the time would pass quickly, if not pleasantly. He walked to the bar and ordered something non-stim to drink. A libation was drawn for him and, cradling his glass, he turned to glance around. The cantina was separated into three areas. In one, gambling games were being played. In another, a few pairs danced to wailer music, some doing little more than rubbing their bodies together in and out of time with the music. In the third area, where he stood, were drinkers and talkers. Males seemed to outnumber females; and most of the females in the cantina seemed to be Pleasure Givers. An observation of the traffic patterns to the upper level of the establishment clearly revealed that that area was devoted to small chambers where patrons could pass the time with Pleasure Givers

or indulge in the consumption of various drugs and stimulants, either alone or with partners.

Presently, Obi-Wan's roaming gaze paused at a half-closed door to the rear of the drinker-talker area. There stood a girl clothed incongruously in an elaborate close-fitting formal gown , that would have been more appropriate for a Procopia Festival Ball than an Outer Rim cantina. As his eyes settled upon her, she walked in his direction with a subtle sway to her hips. Once she was at his side she turned her oval face up toward his . Large brown eyes looked up at him, an eager look on her nutbrown face, the slightest trace of a smile on her full lips. Her hair, elaborately done in braids, cascaded in rich brown torrents down her back. Her fulsome figure strained at the dress that contained it. She wore no jewelry and appeared to be unarmed. There was a sultriness and allure about her that was greatly enhanced by the scintillation of her presence in the Force. He wondered, somewhat muzzily, what such a woman was doing in that place. Mentally he ruled out the idea that she was someone's mate--perhaps she was one of the Pleasure Givers. Maybe she was stranded there, like he was. Now she

stood within his aura, her strange, heady fragrance intoxicating him despite competition from the many less pleasant smells in the area.

"Would you mind sitting with me while I have a drink so I can enjoy it without being bothered anymore?" her voice was a rich contralto.

Obi-Wan was taken off guard by her request. "You can join me if you wish>" he responded. " No one will trouble you here. " The pair moved to a nearby table.

"Thank you. Can I get you something?" she asked.

"No thank you."

"I'm Glorys. Have you just arrived? I don't recall seeing you here before."

Obi-Wan lowered his glass to the table, and their gazes met. This one was an enigma, and despite the urgency of the current business he was involved in, this mystery intrigued and challenged him. She lowered her eyes and smiled slightly before meeting his eyes again.

"I don't normally approach strangers for help . . .but since I have been

here, in Mos Espa it seems that I am never left alone when I only want to relax and have a drink. "

"You don't look like one of the locals. . .

"I'm not. Actually, I'm from Pelagia. I've been here for about three

standard weeks. My navicomp is broken and I have been trying to find someone who can repair it. And you?"

"In transit. I'm only staying for a short while longer, I hope. This does seem like a place where people tend to be stranded. " Obi-Wan responded, with a quick decision not to

tell her any more.

" Yes, it does seem like one is deliberately kept here until one's money

runs out, or worse. The truth is that there was this situation I simply had to get away from, and I decided that Trantir in the Outer Rim

was the last place anyone would search for me."

" Trantir is a little more metropolitan, but on the whole its no better than here. Just glitzier. The whole Outer Rim is one of the roughest places in the Galaxy. . .a poor choice for sanctuary, I think. "

"Yes. Fortunately, I know how to survive under crude conditions. Anyway," she smoothed her dress across her lap--"as soon as things are fixed, I'm off to Trantir to hide until it's safe to go back where I came from."

Obi-Wan leaned forward, propped his arms on the table and grinned as he spoke, "Which is Tapani Sector?" It wasn't meant to be a question, but an affirmation.

Dismay crossed her face. "Were you sent to retrieve me? I should have known." she looked him up and down. " Well, let me tell you now that you won't have an easy job of it. I said that I don't ask anyone for help--and now it seems that when I do, it turns out to be the wrong man. Well, I'm not going with you. . ." She started up from the table.

Obi-Wan took hold of her hand to keep her from rising. Despite the current business he was involved in, he was somewhat intrigued by her distress, as he hadn't heard of any recent major disputes between any of the Great Houses of Tapani. He concluded that the issue that brought Glorys to the Outer Rim was probably a personal, rather than a political, one.

"Wait, I'm not here for you." He said softly. "you're safe for now so relax. Would you like something else to drink?"

"No thanks. It's late--I need to leave>"

The wind outside set up a steady howl now, and so much errant sand was blowing in through the door that the barkeep, a ratty-looking Bothan, went to close it.

"I don't think either of us is leaving here any time soon." Obi-Wan said.

The barkeep interrupted the conversation "Room six is ready, Glorys. I can have food sent up whenever you require."

"Thanks" she said to the barkeeps retreating back

Obi-Wan looked at her questioningly. So she ~ was~ one of the Pleasure givers--

"Oh no, " she leaned forward, coloring, seeming to catch his thought, "I merely requested that a game be reset for me. Just something to pass the time."

"A game. . ."

"Yes. Some of the upper rooms are equipped with full-chamber holographic role playing games. But you probably aren't interested in

anything like that since you're Jedi. . ." she trailed off.

His blue eyes began to sparkle and a sexy grin curled the corners of his

mouth. "What makes you think that I'm Jedi?"

Taking a liberty, she reached across the table and stroked his Padawan braid, caressing it between her fingers.

"This, " she whispered "And.. .I'm House Pelagia. We've sent enough pupils to the Temple on Coruscant. And all of them seemed to be filled

with the same stiff dignity that you show. " She smiled and then laughed, a sultry tone.

This explained why she thought he was there to get her. She thought that someone from her own House would send Jedi after her. It also explained the Force-resonance that swirled about her.

But his Force-trained intuition warned him not to trust her, told him she wanted something, that there was some ulterior motive, that this was

no chance meeting, that there was something that he needed to discern, and quickly. . He didn't normally take up time with anyone, especially women, during an assignment, and he moved around too frequently to become romantically involved with anyone, but something about her was so strongly attractive, alluring , compelling.

" I'm willing to shed some of my stiff dignity for a while. Let's go play." he said, offering her his hand.

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Lord Maul grimaced in irritation. The third spy droid hadn't returned, and his operative in the settlement was late in contacting him. He had already spotted one of the Jedi in the Slave Quarter, but his plans to deal with him immediately were hampered due to the large number of sentients who had crowded into Mos Espa in anticipation of tomorrow's pod races. The second Jedi was not at the ship, but was somewhere else

in Mos Espa. He determined to deal with both of the Jedi first and then

take the Queen. "Yes," he thought, smiling through clenched teeth, "I will ~take~ that little Queen .. " As he stared across the barren expanse toward Mos Espa, he reached out with a tendril of the Force, groping for mental contact with the operative. . .

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The holographic game was rather antiquated, and didn't hold their interest for very long.

"You must be tired by now. and the storm seems to be slowing. You can go if you want . . ." she said as she moved toward his side of the gaming unit and leaned slightly over him to switch it off.

As she backed into her chair, Glorys watched his cheeks flush and his eyes brighten.

"I'd rather stay. You still don't want to discuss your problems with me?" he asked softly.

"No. Not yet." she responded, teasing soft fingertips over his arm.

A shaft of heat spiraled through him at her touch. He scolded himself for his lack of control. And then her hand slid down to his thigh.

"Do you ever get lonely or dissatisfied with your life?" she looked down at her hand..

"Never. Are you dissatisfied>"

Glorys lifted her hand from his thigh and brushed his temple with her fingertips, so soft and cool.

"Yes. That's why I'm here. But your being here right now is helping to

make things much more pleasing. "

He grasped her hand and stroked her thumb with his and her breathing quickened. He watched her nipples bloom, the thin material of her gown unable to restrain their tumescence.

She tilted her face toward his, eyes filled with desire. In a smooth motion she stood, slipped one leg over his chair and sat on his lap, facing him. The sudden fragrant intimacy and warmth of her, the rise of

her skirts as she straddled his hips, and the exposure of her shapely, long, brown legs stirred him with deep anticipation. Instinctively, his hands found her outer thighs, caressing them. At the same time, her

soft hands framed his face and she joined her mouth to his in a kiss that was tender, then exploratory as her tongue darted between his lips. His self-control fled.. He opened to her, letting her probe him,

probing her, each savoring the taste of the other. He sighed into her mouth, breaking the kiss long enough to circle her with this arms, crushing her to him, teasingly raining little kisses and bites on her face and the column of her throat.

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Maul winced, then sighed heavily as the wall of sensation crashed into him, the weight of their combined desire spearing him to the spot where he stood just outside his ship. Involuntarily, his eyes closed. So she was with the other one. He inhaled sharply, sensing the play of their emotions, the sparking of their bodies, the longing echoing through the Force, engendering unbidden thoughts of his own need. And he felt a stab of jealousy at the thought of them ~together~. No matter. . . she will have to make a full report in person, and I will have my opportunity. . He closed his eyes, and leaned into the Force as he submerged himself in their feelings, allowing sensation to envelop him. . .

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And then she was moving, and writhing in his lap, excitingly aware that the hardness throbbing in his groin was pulsing between her legs. He lifted the hem of her dress , drew it over her head and dropped in onto the floor. His hands trembled as he unfastened the lace band that restrained her bosom, and then he pulled her close, his mouth tasting her swollen nipples,--

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The Dark Lord groaned at the stimuli that threatened to overwhelm him. The swelling in his groin had grown almost painfully demanding. He reached down to set himself free, and wrapped his hand around his hardening sex. . .

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And as his lips found hers again, she thrust herself desperately against

his tumescence until she came in a wild frenzied convulsion that tore through her with such violence that she was left wide-eyed and breathless, as her womanhood poured a torrent of moisture into the Jedi's lap. . .

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"I think we should get undressed before you drown me . . ." Obi-Wan smiled invitingly as her fingers played over his arms and shoulders, tangled in his hair.

She had planned to ensnare him but now, as she looked into his eyes, entranced by the little half-smile he gave, she realized that she was the trapped one.

They rose in unison, and together they helped each other out of clothing. They kissed and frotted, naked and enflamed.

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So the little Jedi intended to fuck her. Once they are joined I will be

able to enter his mind just enough to find out exactly where that ship is. More distraction is needed. Maul smiled through clenched teeth as

he locked himself firmly into her mind and slowly pumped into his fist. . . "Touch me," he whispered into the Force. . .

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Trancelike, and overwhelmed by sexual impulses, she wrapped her slender hand around the erect length of Obi-Wan's manhood and began slow stroking motions, applying friction until he began to moan softly. Unbidden, she slid to her knees, as if compelled by unseen hands, and leaned forward to engulf his erection . . .

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Maul groaned, almost staggering with pleasure at the sensations that were very, so very real -- that he could feel lips sliding along him, a

tongue fluttering wetly up and down his straining member. His abdominal

muscles were tightening, and he felt all of his very being rush to the center of his pleasure. Stealthily, he reached into the Jedi's mind and he forced himself . . .

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. . .into the warmth of her mouth. Suddenly, Obi-Wan's mind filled with the thought of thrusting deeply into her and before he could stop himself, he gasped, knotted his fingers in her hair, and began moving his hips forward with an uncontrollable urgency, bumping at the entry to

her throat. He was so enraptured by her and their wild bonding that nothing else could have seized his attention at that second. When she paused to gather breath, he caught her hands and pulled her up, into his arms kissing her, tasting himself.

Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to the sleeping pallet, realizing that this lovemaking was an act of madness, but feeling compelled somehow, realizing that he could no more stop than he could restrain the events that let to him being on Tatooine in the first place.

He placed her gently down on the pallet, and positioned himself between her legs in an easy graceful descent. Glorys' heart raced, and she trembled when his fingers began skillfully stroking and caressing the center of her passion. She panted, hips lurching as his fingers entered her, first one, then another, as his hand moved against her mound. Then his hands parted her legs, and he lowered his beautiful mouth to her womanhood, first kissing, then tonguing, opening her further with gentle flickers and slipping his tongue deeper.

"Please, please. . ." Glorys whimpered as her hips rose to meet his mouth.

Obi-Wan stopped only long enough to watch her plead, a yes-no-don't stop

making her hips rise. He smiled as he took her by storm, repeatedly, her slow sweet torture making him feel the power of his masculinity, hardening him further. And then he rose above her to kiss, letting her taste herself on his lips.

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Maul closed his eyes, feeling the probe of a tongue, an unfamiliar sweet-salt taste. Extending his arm, he gave a sudden twist with his wrist. . .

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With a swift sure movement, she flipped him over onto his back, and then

she was on top of him, straddling him again as she had when they were seated.

"You like to be in control, " he whispered huskily.

Without response, her brown eyes, clouded with desire, met his blue ones. She sighed into his mouth as her lips claimed his once more, and

positioned her hips so that the head of his erection slid into her.

With a breathless sigh, she sank down on the length of his member, greedily impatient, wantonly in rut for him. He held her in place, his hands gently restraining her, resisting the upward rise of her hips. He was burning with lust, with a male need to overpower her.

"No, not yet, " he said, a darkling sigh, as he held her and drove himself deeply within her, causing her to whimper and jump with pain and

then gasp with the agonizing pleasure. And then he tilted his hips,

thrusting up a little more. Breathless and dazed, she climaxed, a little scream escaping her throat. He allowed her hips to rise once more and again her whimper of longing drifted over him. Then she was trembling on the highest point of his withdrawal. . .

His fingers tightened on her hips once again, exerting a slow excruciating downward pressure. As he slowly filled her a second time, she began climaxing again in a slow orgasm, that intensified by degrees until she clung to him panting, moaning deep in her throat.

"Now I am in control, " he whispered, as he braced himself and drove forcefully upward into her again, the shock of his climax emptying into her.

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And the young Sith Lord felt his anus spasm, almost painfully at first and then relax as he was ~entered~ and filled, slow phantom caresses echoing deep inside him, sending hotspur jolts of pleasure along every nerve, making him collapse to his knees as the tremors in the Force increased. Growling, eyes closed, fists clenched in front of him, he thrust his hips violently forward and came, his essence spraying onto the hot sand in powerful spurts. . .

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Deliciously impaled, eyes shut, she panted at each thrust of his ejaculation, aflame, her nails marking his arms as she came again.

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Obi-Wan awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright. A glance about the room revealed that he was alone- all traces of his paramour had disappeared. Although he had consumed

no stimulants, his head hurt, like a hangover. Looking toward the window, he saw that not only had the storm abated, but that the sky was now ablaze with stars. As he hurriedly dressed, he noticed the chrono attached to the holographic game control unit --he had been in this room for a standard day! His

failure in this matter was large, and he knew there would be consequences, though he could not foresee them. He reached out for the presence of his Master and sensed irritation and anxiety. He murmured a little curse under his breath as he left, knowing that at best, he was in for a major lecture and that, at worst. . .well, there was no useful purpose in thinking about it.

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"Padawan, I have sensed that you have been distracted from your assignment for the past fifteen hours or so. Must I continuously be with you to remind you that your attention needs to be focused on the here and now? We will discuss ~your~ loss of focus further upon my return to the ship."

Obi-Wan knew better than to rationalize with Qui-Gon. "Yes, my Master." he responded quietly.

"And now, I'm transmitting a blood sample. I need a midi-chlorian

count. . ."

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