A Walk in the Park

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You feel the need to get out of the house, it's such a beautiful day and it 
would be a shame to spend it inside. You haven't spent enough time on 
yourself anyway, and you need to relax and get rid of some of the stress 
that's been dragging you down. A walk in the park would be a great way to 
do that, you think to yourself as you walk through the door.

You decide to walk since it's such a nice day and the park isn't that far 
away. It's the middle of the week and there aren't many people there. One 
man grabs your attention in a large clear area. He is wearing all black and 
he seems to be practicing some form of martial arts. His back is toward you
at first, but in the course of his routine he turns to face in your 
direction. He is wearing a cloak and the large cowl hides his face, but you 
think you see a flash of red in the shadow. You step closer, entranced by 
the beauty of his movements.

He pulls out a long cylinder and presses a button. You hear the familiar 
sound of a lightsaber being turned on, followed by that hum you know so 
well. Oh my God, someone finally figured out how to make a real lightsaber 
and I didn't hear about it? You are completely in shock at this, but there 
it is—a working lightsaber. The man in black glances your way, then 
proceeds with his practice. A few minutes later another blade extends from 
the other end and his movements are even more mesmerizing like that. No, it 
can't be, can it?

After a time he extinguishes the blades and stands still as if he is 
concentrating on something. You can't stop yourself from walking over, 
curiosity and appreciation winning over your impulse to go away, far away, 
before something goes wrong. "That was beautiful, I've never seen anyone 
move like that." Well, not in real life, you amend silently.

You sense more than see him smile; his face is still hidden in the shadows. 
"I'm glad you liked it." His voice is soft, even, bringing to mind so many 
of the fantasies you have entertained about mysterious men in black robes 
since you first saw The Phantom Menace. You quickly shove those thoughts 
out of your mind, just in case….

You hear him chuckle softly as he takes a step closer. "Too late for that, 
young lady." You blush, but you can't tear your eyes away from his face as 
you finally get a glimpse of it. Yes, there is the signature black and red 
pattern, and it's skin not greasepaint.

"You're really him, you're really Darth Maul, aren't you?"

"Who else would I be?" His eyes burn a path into your soul and you get a 
taste of the dark power within him as he lets you taste his annoyance at 
that question.

"Lord Maul, I wasn't questioning you. I was doubting myself. I never 
expected to see you in the flesh." You follow your impulse to bow and he 
seems appeased by the words and gesture.

He turns away for a moment, looking off in the distance. You hear in your 
mind, you have no idea why I'm here.

Your eyes widen as you realize what that means. I have Force potential? How 
can that be?

I don't know how, but a few people on your backwater planet do. You do, and 
it called to me.

I always wanted to be a Jedi, you can't stop yourself from thinking.

"Jedi." He snarls the word out, whirling on you with barely suppressed 
anger. "The Jedi would find you a waste of their time, they have no idea 
what a waste it would be to ignore someone with your potential."

You give him a lopsided grin. "Yah, but the Dark Side is evil."

"Yes, it is." His words are serious, offering no apology or evasion.

"I couldn't serve evil." Your heart beats faster and you begin to think you 
should run, now, but you can't.

"I am here to convince you that you could. You have the seed within you, it 
just needs nourishing."

"You are mistaken." You quote.

"We shall see." He replies without missing a beat.

You begin to back away, slowly and with reluctance. Before you get far he 
grabs your wrist and pulls you to him roughly. "You don't want to leave 
yet. You don't know what I'm offering."

"I can imagine, and that's quite enough."

"You still don't understand, do you? You will turn, you will serve me. And 
never doubt, you will love every moment of it."

"I have a hard time believing that."

"Then I'll just have to prove it to you. Maybe you'd like a demonstration."

You try to form a protest, but your mind is hung up on thoughts of what 
kind of demonstration he might have in mind. What do you have in mind, you 
can't keep yourself from sending.

He smiles and brings your hand to his mouth. He brushes each fingertip with 
a kiss, then the back of your hand, then the inside of your wrist. Each 
kiss is feather light, teasing you with the sensation. He turns your hand 
over and caresses your palm with a gloved finger. It sends shivers up your 
spine and you take a sharp breath.

He captures your mouth with his, this kiss is passionate and strong. A 
small moan builds within you as he pulls your body against his. You feel 
his hardness pressing against you. You feel his desire within your mind. 
His hand reaches between your two bodies and he grasps your nipple through 
your shirt, teasing it to hardness.

You feel the passion building within you, unable to resist the stimulation. 
Any thought of protest has been forgotten and you give yourself to the moment.

He releases your mouth, letting you catch up on some much needed oxygen. He 
works his way down to your neck, nibbling and sucking lightly. You feel one 
of his hands reach down to grab your ass and the other one works its way up 
to the back of your head. Entangling your hair with his fingers he holds 
your head firmly and bites your neck.

It's just the right amount of pain, just the way you like it. You gasp for 
air, eyes wide but unseeing. Another moan escapes you as he sucks on your 
neck, driving you wild. You know this has you wet, and you would beg for 
more if you could form the words.

You feel pressure between your legs. It's a gentle massage at first, but it 
builds steadily. The sensation concentrates on your clit, bringing wave 
after wave of pleasure. Then you feel pressure inside you. Your head clears 
enough to realize that all your clothes are on and that both of his
hands are busy in other places.Oh my God, you think, he's fucking me with 
the Force. He's hitting just the right spot, filling you just enough, and 
then the rhythm begins to drive you mad. Your hips rock against him and you 
feel your control slipping and can't bring yourself to miss it.

He pulls back with a smile. Everything stops just as you were about to go 
over the edge. "Just a demonstration. Just a taste of what I offer. I'll 
leave you alone to think it over for a while."

With that he simply walks away. You don't trust yourself to walk yet after 
that, and you know you won't find him or catch up with him or find him 
until he wants to be found. Cursing softly you walk home.

Your roommate gives you a funny look as you walk in, but you're too 
distracted for it to sink in. You go straight to your bedroom and plop down 
on your bed, remembering every detail of your encounter with Darth Maul.

That's when your roommate's funny look hits you. You rush over to the 
mirror and take note of your swollen lips and your messed up hair. And the 
gigantic hickey on your neck.

How am I going to explain this one, you think. Pulling out a turtleneck you 
shrug and begin brushing out your hair.