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Your master's words echoed along the hum of his lightsaber. The sound of his blade clashing against yours in loud shriek was nauseating. Your grip tightened, forcing your body closer to where your weapons met in a failed attempt to disarm him.
— Keep pushing your way into fire, my apprentice, and your enemy will be spared the work of killing you, for you are going to end up doing it yourself.
You retreated, narrowing your eyes at his lecture. Sweat dripped at the side of your forehead, your breathing was short and heavy, and the hand that wielded your lightsaber had already gone numb. Yet Maul stood tall, untouched, intimidating, even after what felt like an eternity for your beginner self. More than any rage he demanded you to release, the sensation that came through when you looked at him was of admiration. He was the strongest opponent you ever fought, and now he decided to take you as his student.
Refusing to be defeated so easily, you jumped at him with a big swing, but lost your balance when your burning blade was just about to reach his neck. Instead, you ended up hitting his ribs in an accidental high kick, making you both drop on the ground. Thankfully, your master saved your fall by staying right underneath you.
— Done, are we? — he asked, a tone so different than the one he used to scold you.
Your cheeks turned red as you realized the situation you got yourself in. You tried to get up immediately, whispering an embarrassed apology and attempting to gather yourself, but both of his hands came to rest on your waist, keeping you in place.
— Stay — he demanded.
Swallowing hard, you obliged and adjusted yourself on top of him. Maul let out a low grunt and a shiver ran through you, something tapped against the spot between your legs, not the cold metal you were still getting used to. You questioned every step you took during the short time you have been training under his rules that led up to this.
— Now, be good — Maul interrupted your lose chain of thoughts — Move for me.
— But…
— Don't oppose your master.
He had this power over you, over your every action, and he used it to assist you in your training, yes, but also, to an extent, to his own desire. Now silent, you cautiously straddled your hips back and forth, not able to shut your own weak whimpering when his grip toughened on your waist, guiding you. Maul slowly sat up, one of his hands sliding up your back, under your shirt. His chest was pressed against yours, his piercing eyes always on you, seeing right through your flusteredness.
Maul's other hand reached the back of your neck, twisted your hair around his wrist, and pulled you in for a kiss as rough as you expected it to be. Your lips clashed against each other like your blades did a minute ago, except there was no deafening sound, only your coordinated breathing and low moaning. He pulled your hair again to expose more of your neck, his mouth warm against the sensitive skin as he licked and bit into it mercilessly, drawing marks of his liking all over you.
You tried and steadied yourself, the palms of your hands laying on his shoulders and your mouth hanging open slightly. Your master explored you like he owned you, touching you wherever he could reach, a rushed desire in him. Suddenly, he lifted you up and switched your posture, laying you down while holding your head so it didn't hit the ground. Without much more ceremony, both your robes came undone.
One of Maul's fingers teased your slit and your crying got caught in your throat. He was impatient, you noticed, but still taking his time, enjoying the view of you and the noises you made. The more the toyed with you, the more your legs spread apart, practically begging him to just finally take you.
— You have always been a fast learner — he praised, kissing you again, but leaving you empty.
— Master, please — you whispered weakly, growing needier for him.
— How could I say no to you when you are asking like that?
He entered you calmly, his thumb brushing your cheek, watching your face contort in pain and pleasure. You could feel him in your core, deep, taking up all the space you could give him. Your nails dug into his back as he started to move in and out of you, finding his pace.
— That's it, baby — his voice echoed, shaken.
Being shaped into your master's taste was your lesson for the day. Your hips were held in place as he picked up speed, having you mumbling nonsense, drooling, and with glossy, teary eyes. The way his cock repetitively stretched you to your limit, reaching your most sensitive spot over and over, it was too much, your release building up.
— Yeah, darling, cum for me. Make your master proud.
Maul didn't even have to ask it of you. Your mewling was louder, body shivering and shaking from how ruthless he was. When you did find your climax, he still fucked you through it, not giving you the relief of a break until he decided so. You kept on crying out, overstimulated, exhausted.
— Master… — you pleaded.
— I know, I know — he muttered — But you are such a dedicated learner, aren't you, baby? You can take it.