You break off the kiss, looking wide-eyed at Darth Maul. He grabs you 
around the middle and keeps your body pressed against his. You can feel the 
heat radiating from his skin and his hard member pressed against your 
stomach through your clothes.

"You will see what folly it is to consort with those of the Light Side. You 
belong with me, you only don't know that yet."

You can't say anything in reply because he is kissing you again. He rips 
off your shirt and bra quickly and you pull back with a gasp. His eyes 
travel over your exposed top and he kneels in front of you, capturing a 
nipple in his mouth. His passion is intense, waves of emotion flow over you 
and carry you away.

With a grin he stands up and disrobes. The first thing you notice is that 
he is tattooed everywhere, with such designs that you can't tell which is 
his natural color and which is the tattoo. The next thing you notice is the 
sheer size of his penis. He's gonna try to fit that in me, you think in 
shocked surprise.

Grinning he reaches for your pants. "I'm not going to try to do anything, 
when I decide to take you I will succeed." Your pants and underwear are 
soon pooled around your ankles and you feel pushed off balance. You land 
roughly on the couch and quickly find yourself completely naked.

His hands grab the back of your head, bringing your mouth to his crotch. 
You eagerly open your mouth to lick his huge member. He shudders from the 
sensation as you open your mouth around him. You strain to get him into 
your mouth, licking and sucking as best as you can. With an internal smile 
you begin to slide your mouth back and forth. He gives a soft moan and 
suddenly you can feel what he's feeling. The physical sensation overwhelms 
you, but not enough to get you to stop.

With a growl he shoves you away. "Not yet, I have other things in mind." He 
slowly caresses your face, touching your lips almost sweetly before 
reaching into his discarded clothes to get something. He pulls out two 
lengths of black silk cord. With a glance into the dining room he notices 
the sturdy oak table and motions you toward it.

You raise a questioning eyebrow but don't protest. Of your own free will 
you walk to the table and sit down on it, glad for once you had cleaned it 
instead of one of your roommates. Who knows what kind of hurried job one of 
them might have done in their eagerness to leave.

He deftly arranges you in the position he wants, tying you loosely enough 
to allow some movement, but tight enough that you can't get free. In a 
flurry of movement he is on top of you, eyes smoldering with desire and 
passion. You don't know where he got it, but in his hand is an ice cube. 
Your eyes widen in alarm, your sensitive skin turns what many have called 
sensual torture into the real thing. You whimper softly, pleading with your 
eyes, but his smile only grows. He seems to know every place that will make 
you squirm the most. Tears form in your eyes from the burning cold that is 
tracing its way up and down your body. You cry out a few times, but it only 
makes things worse. He finally reaches your nipples, teasing them into 
hardness despite how much it hurts.

"You don't know what pain is yet, but don't worry, I will teach that lesson 
another day."

He licks first one, then another nipple, slowly bringing them back to a 
normal temperature. You gasp at how it burns at first, then writhe from the 
desire he is inducing. His talented fingers make their way to your warm, 
wet pussy and he looks up at you with a diabolical grin. "You just didn't 
know how much your body enjoyed that." His eyes flash as he positions 
himself over you. He slowly slides himself in, penetrating deeper than you 
have ever been penetrated. You're so wet he doesn't have any problem 
slipping himself in to the hilt. You shudder from the intense pleasure of 
being filled so fully. He begins the ancient rhythm slowly, giving your 
body time to adjust to his size. Your moans begin to find a way out without 
any thought on your part. You find yourself transported to another plane of 
existence where this pleasure is the only thing in the universe. He pumps 
harder, faster, bringing waves of sexual energy flowing through you both as 
you grow ever closer to orgasm. Soon he is slamming into you, pounding you 
into the table beneath you, but you don't care because all you feel is the 
intense pleasure of climax. You scream with release, shuddering beneath him 
and around him as he climaxes too. You both struggle to catch your breath 
after such an intense explosion.

The last thing you remember is Darth Maul's soft voice commanding you to 
sleep before the darkness of the back of your eyelids becomes your world. 
It isn't until much later that the sound of keys in the front door startles 
you awake. You're still tied to the table, but at least you're covered by 
something. Your roommates walk in and look at you in shock.

You're not in the mood to explain things to them. They rush over with 
concern written on their faces, asking you what happened and if you're all 
right. "Just untie me and forget about all of this," you growl through your 
teeth. With blank expressions they release you and you realize that you 
have somehow used the Force to force your will upon them. With a smug grin 
you wrap the black material around you and walk to your bedroom. Only then 
do you look closer and realize that it is Darth Maul's cloak—proof that he 
had really been there and wasn't just the product of an over-active 
imagination.