Title: Just an Illusion
Authos: Alltara (Alltara@excite.com)
Category: ABH,PWP(I think) 
Archive: If you realy think its worth the space Let me know.
Disclaimer: I don't own Maul (God I wish I did ) Lucas does. I am not making
any money from this so please don't sue me.
Feedback: Please good and bad is welcome.
(Here goes)




Just an Illusion?
 
 
 
  You can feel her presence, but you don't know where she is. You wonder why

  you can feel her - you know that you are alone in your ship. But she has
  surprised you in the past, so now wouldn't be any different. But somehow
it
  is, you smell her on the air, you can almost hear her steps in the hall,
her
  high heels creating the cold metallic click as they come in contact with
the
  floor. You can just about hear the swish of her robe as she glides into
the
  room. You feel the air stir as she breathes, as soft as a whisper, yet as
  powerful as a hurricane.
 
  As you let your eyes drift shut you think of ways she could have created
this
  illusion. "What illusion?" a voice asks in your mind. Sitting straight up,

  eyes wide open, you look into the eyes that haunt your dreams. Eyes the
color
  of liquid gold so warm and yet so cold, they send a chill through you. You

  start to sweat, the beads of moisture beading up on your red and black
  tattooed flesh. You are a Lord of the
  Sith - yet the mere thought of this woman sends you into a cold sweat. You

  know why, it is because she makes your blood boil, like nothing else.
 
  All of your thoughts leave your head as she bends down to slowly lick the
  moisture from you. She starts at the top of your head slowly circling the
  largest horn with the tip of her tongue, slowly drawing it in to her
mouth,
  where she nibbles at it using just enough pressure to bring you to the
  threshold of pain. She knows exactly where the fine line between pleasure
and
  pain is. You can just see the rise of her breasts through the gap in her
  robe. She has slid her attention to the small horns on the side of your
head
  now, still licking and sucking; her hands have slowly delved down the
front
  of the shirt you have on. The black silk glides apart at her urging.
 
  She lets her fingers find your nipples and lightly scratches them to
  attention. She slides down to them, gently lapping at them; her tongue is
  like warm wet velvet as it glides between both nipples. Now you are aware
of
  the fact that you are panting. Her eyes look at you and they seem to smile
at
  you, but it is a wicked smile, letting you know that she has only just
begun.
  Her nails are scoring trails down your sides; they glide over your ribs
hard
  enough to raise a welt, yet she does not draw blood. Her hands have
reached
  the waistband of your sleep pants; they circle around to the back gliding
  down your spine, then moving back to the front before sliding inside.
 
  She slowly eases the pants down over your bulging cock. As her mouth works

  its way down, you grab handfuls of her hair, still somewhat afraid this is

  just another fevered dream. But as you feel the silk of her hair you know
  that this is as real as it can get.  You flex upwards, letting her remove
  your pants. She is now letting her tongue glide into your belly button; as

  her hands grab hold of you, the feel of her hands so light yet so powerful
on
  you is just about all it takes - but she wants all of you. Her lips slowly

  open as she envelops you with her mouth. The feel of it is more intense
than
  you remember, just the right amount of pressure on you.  You start
thrusting
  your hips in time with the movements of her head.  She knows you are
close,
  she can feel the tension build - she sucks harder using her teeth just
enough
  to push you over the edge.  You are pumping hard now, your hips moving as
if
  they had a mind of their own  - harder and faster you can feel it
building.
  Your body suddenly stiffens; your grip in her hair tightens as you let
loose,
  your seed floods her mouth. She laps it up: not a single drop escapes her
  mouth.
 
  As the tension leaves you weak, she slides up your limp body, and as you
open
  your eyes you see her hovering just above you, the same wicked smile on
her
  face you have seem time and time again.  Her soft voice caresses your ear
  asking,  "So did you miss me, Maul?"