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ekrochford · 4 days ago

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Maul x femreader NSFW self-insert fanfic (part 4/10)

[More horny Sith daddy? Yes, I think so.]

Part 4

Whether a threat or a promise, Maul meant what he said.

You feel like you’ve only dozed off when you feel his fingers between your legs again. His breath is hot on your neck, and you can feel he’s hard as driftwood already. Your eyes blink open to find it’s still lamplit darkness in his room.

“I let you sleep an hour,” he growls against your throat. As if that explains all. His lips press against your skin so hard you can feel the teeth behind them.

Testing, he plunges two fingers inside you. You gasp in surprise at the flutter that rolls through your body. It doesn’t hurt; you’re already wet again (or maybe just still wet), if a little sore.

His other hand tugs your hair back until your throat is vulnerable, exposed for him to kiss every pulsing inch. He hasn’t pulled too hard, pressed too hard, or even scraped your neck with his teeth too hard yet; even so, you can feel the tension in Maul—he’s holding back. To avoid hurting you? To avoid scaring you?

You’re tired, but not tired enough. You nod your head against his grip on your hair. “I’m ready for more.” Foggy with sleep, you search around for the right piece of the game to play. What’s the right line to electrify things for both of you… “I’ll behave. I’m a good girl.”

You feel a shiver through Maul’s whole body. He stares into your face, as if trying to catch you in a lie. You look back at him innocently—you can’t help a small smile, conspiratorial and anticipatory.

He chuckles. “Oh, if you’re going to talk like that, I can’t be held responsible for the consequences.”

Before you can ask, he rolls over you and his weight is pressed between your legs. There isn’t even time for more banter; Maul slides his shaft into place and he’s got you so wet already that he’s buried inside you in a flash. You shout—can’t stop yourself, it feels like an ember exploding into a flare—but Maul only pulls out to thrust in again.

He catches your legs. You think he’s going to separate them and spread your thighs wider but instead he wraps a thick arm around them both so that they’re hugged flat to his chest, your ankles crossed over one shoulder.

And then he starts in for real, and you have to find something to hold onto. Shouting? Now you’re begging, moaning his name and a stream of pleas as he folds you almost in half and ruts away. He’s too big from this position, but the small sting of pain recedes as you get looser and wetter—you’re already climaxing, and you don’t stop because he doesn’t stop.

“Tell me—how much—you like it—” Maul pants without slowing.

“I—I—stars—it’s so—g-good—”

“Do you—want—more?”

More? Something like a whine escapes you, but you answer, “Y-yes—please—”

“What—about my cum? Do you want it—inside you?”

“Please—I want you—to cum—whatever—it takes—” You’re not sure what is going to give out first, your heart or the bedframe. This man is gonna kill me… “Tell me—what you—want—I want to—be your g-good girl—”

His eyes are bright yellow in the dark. “I—I want to—cover you—with my cum—I want to—”

“Yes—do it.” You don’t want to tap out—you want him to orgasm as hard as he’s done to you. You’ve never been fucked by someone who made you crave kink, and you don’t plan to waste the opportunity. “Cum—all over me—”

With a growl—nearly painful—Maul pulls out and while he doesn’t completely cover you, his cum squirts across your hips, your abdomen, all the way up to your breasts. His entire body jerks, convulses, and his face twists in release.

One hand squeezes the last of it off his cock, and then he sags to the mattress beside you. His eyes drift closed, but he wrenches them back open.

“Here… let me… get…” Maul heaves his legs over the side of the bed; he sits there, back to you, sweat gleaming in the yellow light of the lamp. You’re still lying there with his cum dripping down your body, so it’s a relief when he levers himself to his feet and retrieves a washcloth from the basin by the window.

When he turns back, you see the look on his face when he takes in the sight of you, still dripping.

He hands you the washcloth. “You’d better… If I look…”

But you’ve looked down and already seen what happens. You hadn’t imagined that you were such a sizzling hot sight, not at the moment—but Maul’s erection is already erecting all over again, swelling back into top form.

“Oh.”

You wipe off quickly. Your soul might just vacate permanently if Maul has another go at you again just now.

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The third time is entirely your doing.

You fell asleep. Deep and dreamless, this time, but something out of place nagged you back into consciousness.

That something, of course, was Maul. The heat and weight of him next to you, lying on his back. You aren’t even sure if he’s asleep; he doesn’t snore, doesn’t move, and you can barely tell he’s breathing. In the gray and stony light before dawn, it’s hard to tell.

A strange little warning bell sings at the back of your mind. Yes, if he wanted Maul could probably kick your door down. But just sleeping here with a strange man in his room—as if this galaxy weren’t full of dangers and as if the Outer Rim weren’t the repository of all the dangers that the Republic pressed out of the Core and the Middle…

While your head is clear, you decide that you mustn’t repeat the mistake. It’s not like you. This is the sort of behavior that leads to women disappearing without a whisper.

“Worrying so early?”

So he’s not asleep. “Or so late. What time do you think it is?”

“My chrono is across the room, but by the light I would guess 0400. Tatooine days are quite long.”

You sit up. Other men would be offended at your thoughts, but you already know Maul would agree. “I didn’t mean to sleep over.”

“Well, I suppose technically we’ve done very little sleeping.”

You giggle in agreement. Pre-dawn twilight here in the desert is dragging slow, and the burning red of Maul’s skin looks muted to brown. Somehow his eyes are still gold, and it would take a lot more shadow to blur the points of horns across his skull.

And the point of one other thing. He’s hard again.

You look at the bulge under the sheet, then back up at him. You raise an eyebrow. Just the corner of his lips twist upward.

“You should go back to your room. Get some rest.”

Yes, you should. But in the short time between deciding to be more cautious and seeing Maul ready to go yet again, your priorities have shifted.

“But what if I don’t want to rest?” you ask.

“Oh? What do you want to do?” His grin has spilt to show teeth.

You turn to face him; you were holding the sheet over your breasts, but now you let it drop and slowly, slowly begin to drag it down Maul’s chest, waist, until he’s completely uncovered.

You move to kneel between his legs. He chuckles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Careful. I would have thought you’d had enough.”

“I’ve had enough,” you circle the base of his shaft and squeeze gently, “when you say I’ve had enough.”

You release and squeeze again; Maul’s eyes glaze and wander upward, just for a moment.

“What did I tell you about talking that way?”

He certainly doesn’t sound upset about it. You stroke up and down—lightly—just getting warmed up. “Let’s see… I don’t know if I can remember what you said.” Your movements are a little bigger, stroking up every inch of him without gaining speed. “I’m so sorry, sir. You’ll have to tell me again.”

“You are a fast learner, aren’t you?” he mutters. Louder, “I don’t like having to repeat myself.”

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“I’ll make sure of it. I told you that if you talk that way to me, there will be consequences.”

A shiver, this time of anticipation, shoots up your spine. You put on a worried face at the same time your other hand starts massaging his sack, gentle over-the skin circles with your thumb. “What kind of consequences?”

Maul curls both of his arms up to bury his fists in the pillow. “There’s no need to ruin the—the surprise.”

Your hands slow to crawl, the one drawing up his shaft almost dragging to a stop. “I’ll only worry if I don’t know. What’s going to happen. What could happen, I mean. What kind of consequences.”

You see Maul’s hands flex and his chest rise and fall with a long exhale. “The kind that I bend you over for.”

You feel like all the blood in your veins is pooling in a hot pulse between your legs. Having heard it, the thought of Maul bending you over is branded into your imagination. “Goodness.” It’s all you can come up with. Your words keep bottle-necking while you try to think of something frisky to wind him up more.

Annoyed at your own tongue-tie, you put on an innocent voice and ask, “Are you going to do it to my back, too?”

Maul looks at you, confused. “Do what?”

You bite your lip, as if worried. “What you did earlier to my front… Are you going to cum all over me again?”

His cock in your hand actually twitches. Maul’s stare has started to blaze with lust.

You keep it up. “I’ll do everything you say, of course… but it was so much… such a mess…”

“Not this time,” he rasps. “This time, I’m going to fuck all the way down your throat, and you’re going to swallow all my cum. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now, get down on your elbows and open your mouth.”

You do eagerly, and Maul sits up enough to grasp your hair in one hand. He guides his cock, now nearly throbbing, into your mouth as far as it will go. You struggle to relax your throat from this angle; Maul seems to notice because even as he plunges himself up between your lips he doesn’t hit the back of your throat again.

“This is how I want to see you,” he growls. “On your knees, ass up, taking my cock.”

Well, when he put it like that… You’ve never been so aroused by giving oral sex. You moan agreement around his shaft. Still holding you by the hair, Maul pulls his cock out.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” His tone is tight with restraint, the growl reined in. Almost cordial.

“Yes, sir… Anything… you want…”

“Ask for it back.”

Stars, that’s almost too kinky. “Could I have more of your cock? Please?”

“Of course. You can have all of it.”

He slides it back in, and you can feel how close he is—his cock on your tongue is tight and nearly quivering. You dip forward, trying to get his head at the top of your throat, and not a second too soon. Maul comes hard, hips jerking up, with a guttural shout.

“Sorry for the brevity,” he murmurs. “That was… you seem to have a way with words.”

You sit up with a snort. You have a way with words? Has he ever listened to himself? “You’re not bad, either.”

Maul chuckles. So he does know. With a happy groan, he sits up and scoots back until he’s sitting against the wall at the head of the bed. He pats his thighs. “Come here.”

“Already?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t need something,” he growls, grinning. “Come here.”

“Hmm, yes sir.” You climb over the mattress and start to straddle his hips. Maul shakes his head, smiling.

“No. Over my knees.”

“What… you mean…”

“Hmm-hmm. I do mean.”

You hesitate. You’ve never had a man spank you before. You’ve never trusted one enough—neither for you to be so vulnerable nor for him to know what the fuck he was doing.

Of course Maul sees you pause, sees the thoughts on your face. And of course he’s got an answer already. “Unless you think that’s too harsh. I suppose… there are plenty of other things we could do. I’ll have you begging one way or another.”

Relieved, you’re about to agree that you want to do something else. But then… you try to decide what you want him to do, and to your surprise, the thought of Maul spanking you keeps pushing itself to the forefront.

“I… yes. Actually. Yes.” You can’t believe you’re doing this—of all the things to surprise yourself—but you turn yourself around to settle your weight over Maul’s thighs. “Yes, actually—I think I deserve t-to be spa—spanked.”

“How daring.”

Just the position is making your heart race; you jump when Maul runs his fingertips up your thigh. His other hand finds its way to your hair and gently pulls your head back. You can feel his palm flat on your buttocks.

“I have to agree,” he murmurs. “Even good girls sometimes need an attitude adjustment.”

He spanks you once, and although it’s startling, it barely hurts at all. He’s really holding back. The blood pumping between your legs is a much more powerful sensation.

“I certainly do,” your voice, with your head pulled back, comes out breathy.

He spanks you a second time, a little harder. You gasp out of reflex.

“Too hard?” Maul asks lightly. Instead of another one, his fingers slip between your legs. You hiss in a breath between your teeth as he strokes deep inside you. “No, I don’t think it was. You’re so wet, I don’t think it’s nearly enough.”

He works his fingers up to your clit until you feel a climax starting—then he pulls his hand away.

“Not just yet,” he teases, and spanks you again. His palm circles gently over the spot, teasing again. “Shall we say… two, then I use my fingers? One more?”

“Yes, please.”

“Please…?”

Stars, this man… “Please, can I have another?”

Maul pulls his hand away, leaving you waiting in suspense—but not for very long. It’s only a little harder than the others, but you’re not so anxious over it, now, and after the tantalizing spike of pain Maul’s fingers are back between your legs. He’s pushing you towards orgasm, but you know he could do it all at once if he wanted. He’s making you wait. Making a game of it.

“How many… until… I can come?”

“I think just two more… Do you want them now?”

“Fuck—yes, now, please…”

“Is that how you ask?”

You let out a whimper; you just need his fingers a little deeper, a little faster… “Please, sir, can I h-have another sp-spanking?”

Maul doesn’t answer—just pulls his hand away and gives you a solid smack.

“Another one—please—”

There’s the clean slap of flesh on flesh before the pain hits, but you don’t have time to think about it. Maul’s already fingering you again, without restraint this time, and you’re in the middle of an orgasm in seconds. He’s still got your hair in one hand, tugging your head back; your hands are clawed into the mattress, desperate for something to hold you down out of orbit. Maul has to be able to feel the contracting of your muscles around his fingers, but he keeps on anyway, mercilessly.

When you’re shaking and nearly sobbing with release, Maul removes his fingers, removes his hand from your hair, and finally removes you from his lap to lie on the mattress next to him. You curl on your side, still trembling and weak, wrung out like a sponge.

Maul looks at you for a long time and sighs.

“You’d really better go get some rest, this time.”

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bionicdragonguardian1 · 1 year ago

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I have jumped face first into the deep end of @fialleril Amavikka world building and even further into @booklindworm Amatakka dictionary and a thought has occurred to me.

With a phrase a heavy, both culturally and literal, as “dukkra ba dukkra” (freedom or death) I can’t help but ponder the further possibilities of how a change in the pronunciation of “ba” (or) could open this sentence to even more meanings.

I am by NO means an expert in ANY language but I’ve been exploring tonal languages- specifically how to pronounce the different tones nearly the same letter could pronounce depending on how it’s written- especially when comparing to more Eurocentric letter modifications.

(1st thru 4th tone marks or pinyin vs the vast spread of diacritical markers vs tones and accent contours. [see below cut for examples] Or something adjacent to those. All while considering consonant modifier options [specifically things like “ß, ł, ń, š, or ż” comes to mind].)

With a language as- theoretically- old as Amatakka and a culture as vast as Amavikka (looking specifically to A Call For Help by BarinSidhe on AO3 and specifically how the “freedom” euphemisms/terminology/ phrasing changes from one planet to the next [as is logical in my mind and nifty little tidbit {and it remembering Obi-wan’s time on Bandomeer which most fics seem to forget} I love this fic for] and can thus lead to some minor misunderstandings even amongst fellow Amatakka speakers and Amavikka who have been further removed from their culture when moved to new planets) I would be less surprised to find out that such things simply fell out of use and have changed greatly over time than I would be if it stayed consistent.

One of the things I’m considering that could’ve fallen out of use is tonals. Not entirely, of course, but I’m wondering if once upon a time Amatakka had words with far more nuance to them but in order to make it easier for newer learners the tonal forms of many words fell out of use, and new- different- words took their place.

Returning back to “dukkra ba dukkra” (because I SWEAR I have a point).

One: I’m half convinced that once upon a time Dukkra would’ve had two (or more) pronunciations, even if it was just the newer Amavikka doing so & it tended to fall out of use the longer they were enslaved.

Two: imagine if different pronunciations of ba had different meanings, different tonal sounds that could lead to the word meaning something entirely different than simply “or”.

Meaning, hypothetically, “dukkra ba dukkra” depending on the tones used could go from “freedom or death” to:

- freedom is death / death is freedom (these two feel okay to interchange)

- freedom from death

> death from freedom (I see a few ways this could swing interestingly)

- freedom and death / death and freedom (gotta love the implications of listing order)

- freedom of death (see next)

> death of freedom (these two are SO different that I think you’d need to have pronunciation differences between each “dukkra” to clarify which is which)

- freedom in death (largely implied already in Double Agent Darth AU)

> death in freedom (I just think this is an interesting concept)

Etc.

And Three: as a midwestern American I have the unique standing of hearing how even those of us on the same continent (the same country, the same region, the same state even) have minor changes in pronunciations of the same word that while it doesn’t change the meaning of the word it can immediately tell everyone around you where you’re from and truly shows off the limitations of the written word to correctly convey sounds in a way everyone will understand. (Long vs Short “a” sound in the word “bag”, if you want to get specific.)

While we know this occurs in Star Wars due to IRL ascents (ref: Leia), I’m ignoring it. As it leaves several more pronunciations up for grabs.

(But it also leaves me kinda scratching my head if I’m even approaching nearly half the Amatakka dictionary correctly. Which is why I bring the concept up in the first place, because I think for a Conlang these types of things need to be conveyed.)

But… yeah, that’s what’s been rattling around in my brain for the last few weeks.

Thoughts?

For reference:

Mandarin tones / Pinyin marks

Diacritical markings

Accent contours

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