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Someone figured out how to make the prosthetic legs work in other ways…. Bringing it back to day 3 with a 1st Person Mandalorian POV. Maul makes good on his promise that your spying is worthwhile…
P.S. I would also like to highlight that some of the views expressed are from the perspective of someone who has a very skewed perspective of Mandalore! I think it's been interesting writing from the perspective of a death watch member and why they might have joined what is essentially a terrorist group lol.
P.P.S Sorry for it being so late, I got super burnt out, and I think my meds are making my depression worse (Yay). But here she is. I may take a break from writing for a bit, but who knows, maybe this will kickstart some more?
It had only been a few weeks since you had become the eyes and ears of the palace for Maul. Whether it was listening in on conversations during meals or trying to get gossip out of the other mandalorians, you had been busy tracking down dissent among the group. Maul was glad to hear that most did not object to his rule, and some even went so far as to repaint their armour to fit his looks. You were still mainly on patrols, which left you plenty of time to think about the strange relationship you had with the Zabrak. A few times a week, he would summon you to the throne room and turn your brain into complete mush. You figured most people knew about those nights, as your screams would echo along the halls. It was embarrassing at first, but oddly enough, nobody seemed to mention it. This week was different, though. It was already towards the end, and he hadn't called on you. You had started to wonder if something was wrong or he didn't need you anymore. But, as you were getting ready to head out on your patrol, a familiar beeping came from your comm. You flicked it on, expecting one of your brothers or sisters with information about tonight's shift, but found the yellow glowing eyes of your leader staring at you.
“You will meet me in my chambers tonight.” He said, voice low. A sliver of excitement shot through your spine. You hadn't been to his rooms, as it seemed he preferred more public displays.
“Yes my lord, but what of my patrol?”
“It has been reassigned.” Was all he said before the hologram shut off. You felt bad for the person who had to pick up your shift so you could get a thorough pounding, but such is life. You left your room and made your way to the throne room. It hadn't taken you long to map out the palace, finding every hidden nook and cranny as to further Maul’s plan. The throne room was dark and empty when you entered. The large windows showed the sleeping city below. Looking at the geometric architecture and small warm light, you were glad that its people were safe and at peace, but couldn't help feeling a sadness that it came at the cost of its culture and history. That's why you had joined the Death Watch in the first place, tired of a ruler that looked down on Mandalore's warrior past and had encouraged its destruction. Lost in thought, you didn't notice the creeping presence behind you.
“It is a beautiful city, is it not?” Asked the smooth voice. You jumped, spinning around with your hand on your holster. Maul was standing, hands behind his back looking out the windows.
“Yes, it is a testament to the mandalorian spirit. Despite the world outside the dome, we survive even if our culture doesn't.”
Maul seemed to consider this for a moment, “Is that why you joined the Death Watch?”
“Yes, I couldn't live with how our people's history was taught as barbarism and needless war. Was there tragedy and loss? Yes, but we are warriors. She took away our right to choose our path and deemed us as relics from the past and terrorists.”
“I see. While I am not from Mandalore, so too was my culture destroyed and warped.” It felt like he wanted to say more, but instead turned and started towards the throne. You know his body language well enough now to understand that he wants you to follow. He went to a door off to the left and down a short hall. There were no windows here, just the warm glow of the wall mounted lights. Panels of dull silver lined the walls in geometric shapes, the lines various thicknesses. At the end of the hall was a simple metal door, the crest of house Kryze stamped on its front. At Maul’s approach, it opened with a soft swish.
Upon entering, you quickly realized this was Maul's quarters. It was meticulously clean and simple. There were large windows facing the city, a simple grey sofa turned towards the view. It notably lacked any personal accents of either its former or current occupants, preferring function over an aesthetic. Maul leaned on the couch back and looked you over.
“You have done well for me these past weeks. I hope that you feel I have held up my end of the bargain?”
“Thank you, my lord, and uh, yes, I am plenty uh, satisfied.” Tou replied with a soft blush creeping on your cheeks. Even though you and Maul had been intimate many times, discussing it with his piercing gaze always made you squirm.
“Good, I have a much larger task for you then.” Maul said, pushing himself off the couch and going over to a thin table against the wall. He opened a drawer and took out a data pad. After a moment, he handed it to you. It showed a picture of Almec, the man that Maul had instated as the face of his rule. “I need you to get close to him and get him to trust you. I have my doubts about his loyalty. You would get him to trust you and report back.”
You were not surprised that Maul wanted you to spy on Almec. He was in a position of power, but only out of fear. Getting him to trust a member of the death watch would be a difficult task, though. “I accept my lord, but..” You let yourself trail off, not quite sure how to finish your request.
“You will be given appropriate compensation in return.” You were about to ask what he meant when he was suddenly close to you. You stepped back until you hit the wall. He followed, like a hungry wolf looking at its prey.
“My lord?” You squeaked as he watched you with devouring eyes.
“If you remember our first meeting , I mentioned that I was…lacking in some regards. Well, I have found a way around those limitations.”
“Oh” Your eyes travelled downwards to find the outline of what you could only presume to be a cock, straining against the fabric of his pants.
“My lord? Are you alright?” You asked, your mind trying to catch up to the moment. Maul didn't answer what looked like panic written all over his face. “My lord?” You tried again to no avail. Standing on stiff joints, you slowly approached. His breathing was erratic and short, and it sounded like he was mumbling something. “Maul?” You said a bit louder, hoping that addressing him by name would snap him out of it. It seemed to work. He glanced up at you, wild eyes trying to focus on your face. “Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?”
With a swift movement, he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. You hadn't been this close to his eyes before and noticed how the circle of red around the pupil bled into a fiery iris. You felt flames of desire lick up and down your body. He released your jaw, but not before grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you down to your knees. He quickly loosened his pants, and they dropped to the floor. Before you was something that caused a warmth to flood through you, soaking your pussy and also leaving a twinge of nervousness twisting in your belly. It was a cybernetic cock, silver metal plates stacked on top of each other gleamed in the soft ambient light of the room. It had a row of bumps going down the sides of the shaft and pale a head of what looked like soft rubber. It was a beautiful thing, but the thought of it sliding in and out of you with those plates made your body tense. With a hesitant hand, you slipped off your gloves and grasped his cock. It was surprisingly warm to the touch. You ran your hands along the shaft, pleased to find the ridges smooth. Maul's grip on your hair tightened as you started a slow rhythm up and down. Looking up his eyes were closed and mouth set into a firm line. After a moment of exploring the new appendage you stopped. Maul twitched and you could hear a low growl form in his throat. The thrill of having this power over a man like him made you smile. Parting your lips you took in the soft head, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive spots. You had no idea how Maul was feeling these sensations with the new cybernetic, but clearly he was and was liking it. You decided to take him deeper, guiding him with your hand so it slid down your throat. A snarl ripped through him and the hand entangled in your hair started to push you further up and down the length. As the head hit the back of your throat you found yourself struggling to breathe, tears forming in your eyes. Panic started to well in your belly, but before it took over he pulled you off. Coughing a gasping you tried to catch your breath, but not before he slammed you back down with another snarl. So focused on trying to breathe, you barely felt the sting of his tight grip on your hair. With a sudden cry he pulled you off once more, pushing you over. He stumbled backwards and bumped into the couch. He was breathing heavily and gripping the armrests tightly. His eyes were searching the floor rapidly.
He took a couple of deeper, shaky breaths and shook his head. “No, I haven't. Well, it has been a while since I have felt something like this.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh, I suppose that makes sense. I'm sorry I didn't know. Maybe this is something that needs more time?” You didn't know how long he had his robotic legs, but was familiar with how intense something like this could be after a long time. You also were not about to admit that you did not want to stop whatever this relationship was, though you would respect it if he didn't want to continue.
“No, I am alright. I could not remember what this was like,” He paused, losing his grip on the couch, “I was caught by surprise. My time with my former Master did not warrant me such relationships. I am afraid I am less… experienced than others.”
“I see my lord, well if it's any consolidation, I couldn't tell.” You said, trying to lighten his mood. In previous sessions, there had been moments of vulnerability like this, but not as deep as it seemed he was going now. You knew that Maul had a Master, as Siths are want to do, but he had never talked about him before. “You don't have to continue. We can try this another day.”
Standing to his full height, “No, we will continue.” He said, confidence and arrogance back in his voice.
“Yes my lord. Where would you like me?” He threw his horned head towards a door on the other side of the room while he started to take off the rest of his clothes. You took your time crossing, letting yourself admire the strong cords of muscle that made up his back. The tattoos woven around his sculpted shoulders and down the curves of his back. You could imagine the firm ass that must have once followed along with the well toned thighs and thick calves. He was built for flexibility and power, like a panther. Coming to the door, you waited as it hissed open. On the other side was a large dark room. The continuation of the floor to ceiling windows let in enough to outline a simple bed and some dressers. A desk sat facing away from the windows. Like the living space, the bedroom was spotless. You stripped off your armor, gently placing it on a nearby chair. You were in the middle of taking off your underlayers when you heard the door hiss open. You turned around to see the outline of Maul, devoid of any clothing. This was your first time seeing him completely bare, you realized. In all your previous encounters, he was mostly clothed. His broad shoulders tapered into the slim waist. You could see where the cybernetic legs attached at the waist. You expected to see heavy scarring around the area, but what little light filtered into the room, you couldn't see many. Your eyes followed down his sculpted chest to the twitching member attached to his sharp hips. It was framed by impressively built legs, the metal looking as organic as his skin. You felt yourself shiver at the memory of the cold steel against your hot center. As he approached, you did your best not to stare at the new appendage, but he noticed your eyes slipping. With a single finger, he lifted your chin to meet his gaze. His eyes bore into you, making your stomach twist. With a snarl, he grabbed your throat and threw you down on the bed. Clawed hands ripped at the rest of your clothes. A part of you mourned their loss, but a ripple of pleasure quickly pushed the thoughts away. His face was buried in between your thighs, tongue hungry. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, the sharp nails pressing into the soft flesh. The stinging of his grip and the merciless pace drove your desire mad. You couldn't help but beg for more, thrusting your hips into him, his sharp horns leaving thin red lines. You felt the pressure building in your core, threatening to burst with every stroke of his tongue.
“My lord, please I-” You begged, not wanting to give in without permission. To your dismay, he raised his head.
“Not yet, I'm afraid.” He said. He looked you up and down. You could see the metal on his throbbing cock shine in the city lights. Your pussy ached to be full of it, to feel it deep inside of you. He shifted to place his thigh in between your legs. You squirmed against it, trying to relieve your need. He leaned forward and with a hot tongue traced up your stomach and around your chest, stopping to circle around your nipples. You arched your back at this, and he took the opportunity to slip his arm beneath you. Pushing you up closer to him he continued his trail up your neck to your mouth. He paused a moment before placing a soft kiss. You could taste yourself on him, reminding your pussy what it wanted. Your moans and begs for pleasure were swallowed up by his lips. Your mind stuttered trying to process that he was kissing you, but that slow innocent kiss quickly turned into a desperate hunger. He pushed up further, taking his other hand and tangling it in your hair. You could hear the light growling in his throat as he kissed you. A small pain and the taste of blood made you realize he had nicked your lips with his sharp teeth. You didn't care though, the pain becoming part of the exquisite symphony of desire. After a moment he released your bruised lips, both of you panting heavily.
“Turn around.” He commanded, eyes blazing like fire. He released you as you turned onto your hands and knees. Strong hands gripped your hips, pushing your back downwards. You were enjoying the claws digging into you when you felt something cold and hard against your ass. You froze, suddenly realizing that it was much bigger than any of the others you've taken before. It twitched as Maul pressed it against you.
“My lord, are you sure?” You asked between stuttering breaths. In response he moved his hands to grasp his cock and positioned the head to your dripping cunt. You take a deep breath in as he pushes it in. You were so wet that he easily slid in, the soft head forcing you open. He pulled out and then without warning thrust into you. The solid ridges along the shaft moved along your sensitive spots, your mind melting into a puddle of bliss. It stretched you open further than you ever had but it felt good. He wasn't too big to hurt, but big enough that it didn't leave room for any thoughts but of his cock pounding into you. His strong hands raked down your back and you hissed from the pain. You felt small tears of blood tricking down your back as he took his strong hands and slammed you down onto his cock. The pressure of another orgasam built in you and before you could ask, he leaned over and gripped your neck tightly. Any ability to speak was cut off and you couldn't do anything except take him. It was like trying to hold back a storm in your body as he thrusted deep inside you. You felt your head getting light and your eyes started to roll back from the lack of oxygen.
“Together.” He snarled into your ear as he quickened his pace. With that final permission you came, the pleasure thundering through your body. You felt something hot fill your insides as maul bit down on your shoulder. His sharp teeth broke the skin, and you cried out his name.
Together, you collapsed onto the bed, panting and limbs weak. So filled with bliss, you barely noticed him licking up the drops of blood slowly dripping onto the sheets. He lay there a moment on top of you but not crushing you. You could feel his cock twitch in the last throes of his orgasm. Slowly he pushed himself up and slid out of you. You whimpered at the sudden empty feeling. Your body was tired, like you had spent the last few hours running drills, but a lull of peace coated every thought. You could feel his cum dripping out of you, slick on your thighs. The bed shifted as maul got up. You lifted your head trying to see where he went, but he quickly reappeared with a cup in hand. You met his eyes, trying to read them. The cup was brought towards you, clearly indicating that he wanted you to drink. With a shaky hand you took it, trying not to spill. The cool water was nice on your raw throat. He sat down next to you, placing a hand on your hip. You drank the water as an errant thumb made slow circles. You gave your lord a glance to find him staring at the city with distant eyes. You knew that he would talk about tonight if he wanted to, but elected to enjoy the moment in silence. Soon you would have to start your reporting of Almec, but for now you were happy to pretend that tomorrow didn't exist.
"There is always two, a Master and an apprentice. "
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I'm hyping with Maul Shadow Lord since the trailer go out a few days ago. So I'm drawing Maul in his new "Dad" Era.
Besides, Maul looks so good with piercings, just imagine an au where if that was some kind of requisite to be his apprentice like he saying "join me, join the dark side, we have cookies and piercings" Hell yeah!
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Also I did a variant of Devon Izara as Darth Talon
Wait I love the idea of the cybernetic legs going up the spine to tap into the signals the brain sends out. It makes sense tbh. This is very inspiring....
Guess which one I drew first LOL. It's actually so fun drawing him, especially in a style I don't usually use. His eyes probably still need a little fixing... but honestly? I'm satisfied for now LMAO
