Intimate Battles

Enraged at the underhanded attack earlier, Obi-Wan rushed into battle, igniting his saber as he met Maul head-on. Obi-Wan grappled with the Sith Apprentice furiously. Their lightsabers crashed and crackled violently. “You are mine Jedi scum!” Maul snarled, expertly twirling his double-bladed saber and nearly catching Obi-Wan on the shoulder. The young Padawan quickly ducked and brought his own blade up, shoving himself forward in an attempt to unbalance his opponent. Maul leapt lightly to the side, swiping at Obi-Wan. The Padawan flicked his blade upwards, deflecting the blow off to the side. Maul’s double bladed saber made it hard to find an opening for him to attack, but what the weapon had in reach it lacked in accuracy, a critical weakness.
The two combatants sprung forward, tangling together in a furious display of skills. The young Jedi feinted left, but Maul followed his move expertly, whipping around to make a powerful thrust at his opponent’s back. Obi-Wan spun around just in time, knocking the blow away with his saber and following the strike with a swift twist, damaging his opponent’s saber. With a snarl, Maul turned, lashing out at the Jedi with a fierce kick that sent him staggering backwards. Quickly, Obi-Wan sidestepped as the Sith rushed him again, opening himself to the Force as the fight took another turn. Their sabers crackled against each other, eerie shadows thrown against the walls as the two battled.
With a sinister grin, Maul spun his saber around, landing a glancing blow to Obi-Wan’s thigh. Pain raced through his leg and Obi-Wan sucked in a breath as he felt his leg buckle and went down hard, with the young Sith on top of him. Grinning wolfishly, Maul grabbed at the Jedi’s belt with one hand, the other going for the Jedi’s crotch. “Get off!” Obi-Wan gasped, squirming and twisting against his opponent’s powerful hold. “Not so fast Jedi,” Maul snapped, pinning Obi-Wan down with his hands above his head and a knee on his chest. Removing one hand from his captive’s wrists, Maul lightly traced his fingertips along the outline of Obi-Wan’s cheek. “Mmm… so soft,” he purred evilly, flashing the Padawan a wolfish grin. Obi-Wan flinched in disgust. “Get off me Sith!” he demanded, straining once again underneath his captor.
Maul slid his hand down Obi-Wan’s sides, teasingly stroking along the Padawan’s inner thighs, skimming lightly over the fabric that separated their flesh. Fingers languidly explored his skin, moving up to Obi-Wan’s cheek. Biting back a screech of indignation, the Jedi bucked, twisting hard as he sought to free himself from his crazed Sith opponent. Undeterred by his captive’s protests, and partially aroused by them, Maul dropped his hand across Obi-Wan’s crotch, giving the area a teasing squeeze as he began to loosen the Jedi’s utility belt. “Stop this! Stop it now!” Obi-Wan snapped, desperately lashing out with his uninjured leg in an attempt to dislodge his opponent, but to no avail. Maul was stronger than he, and held him down with ease. Maul smirked, resting his face just mere inches from Obi-Wan’s. “Mmm… I love hearing you beg, Jedi, and beg you will…” he whispered before closing his lips around Obi-Wan’s, kissing the young Jedi long and hard, leaving him breathless. Obi-Wan clamped his mouth shut, but the Sith’s lips and tongue defied him, slithering past his teeth and stroking along his mouth.
Maul broke away finally, a satisfied grin on his evil face as Obi-Wan panted and spat, wishing he was able to wipe the vile feeling from him. “You’re so sweet and yet still unbroken my little Jedi,” Maul purred, nipping lightly at Obi-Wan’s ear as he slid his hand down into the Padawan’s pants, seeking to ignite an entirely different saber. Obi-Wan gasped, his eyes widening, squirming, in another attempt to get away. He managed to free one hand and extended it to his lightsaber, desperately trying to call it to him. “Nice try,” Maul laughed, quickly grabbing Obi-Wan’s wrist and shoving the saber away with a push from the Force. “But I’m not about to let you go, oh, no...” Obi-Wan glared at the Sith, trying to fight the things he was beginning to feel, even as his captor stroked his way along his sides, down again to his crotch, the caresses light and slow.
Maul slowly undid Obi-Wan’s robes, revealing the Padawan’s reluctant hard-on. “Aha… Your body betrays you, Jedi,” he purred with obvious delight, sliding a hand over the erect member, caressing the sensitive head lightly with his thumb. Obi-Wan jerked his hips and stifled a gasp at the pleasurable sensations. Secretly, he found the Sith apprentice be rather attractive, his aggression and confidence alluring. Little did he know that Maul wanted to savagely have his way with the sexy young Padawan that had so caught his interest. “Hmmm,” he purred, “You are such a delectable treat, my young Jedi. Don’t resist, and it will be much more pleasant… for you at least.” Ignoring Maul’s words, Obi-Wan twisted under him, his breath coming now in pants. “Yes… give into your hunger, give into your anger… you know you want this…” Maul whispered into the young Jedi’s ear, trailing hungry kisses along Obi-Wan’s neck and jaw. Obi-Wan shivered at the sensuous feeling that each deliciously forbidden touch sent down his spine. “N-no…” he gasped, though this resistance began to waver as the young Jedi gave himself over to the sensations, a soft moan escaping from slightly parted lips.
Maul chuckled darkly, amused at the effect his touches were having on the young Padawan. And still he tried to fight them. It was very entertaining. “No? Seems that your body has other ideas,” he murmured, lightly dragging his tongue down Obi-Wan’s stiffening member, before suckling lightly on it. Obi-Wan shut his eyes and bit his lips at the flood of sensations shivered up and down his body, setting every nerve on fire. He finally cast aside all this training, his robes fall away, revealing a glistening, well toned body, ripe for Maul’s hungry eyes, unable to fight the amazing sensations now flooding his body and brain, tantalizing him, driving him insane and igniting a deep, dark longing. It was all so wrong, but damned if it didn’t feel so good right now. “Mmm, very nice my young Jedi,” Maul purred, letting his gaze wander appreciatively over the young Jedi’s slim form. Such well defined muscles... such supple skin… He moved up to slide his lips along Obi-Wan’s nipples, his tongue gently lapping at them until they hardened.
"Ah!" The breath caught in his throat as Obi-Wan arched his naked chest into the young Sith’s mouth reflexively. Maul quickly disrobed, revealing his muscular, tattooed body, enticing Obi-Wan’s appetite. The Jedi eagerly took in every inch of his captor’s gorgeous body, his eyes following the intricate details of the Sith’s black tattoos, taking in his tight ass and firm, hard body, toned from tortuous physical training. Oh, so much the Sith’s black cloaks had hidden from his eyes! Obi-Wan’s aching cock achieved rock hardness, letting Maul know he was just as aroused at the prospect of their coupling, his will broken by the lust raging within. The Sith smiled deviously, and slid his hands over Obi-Wan’s hips, then with a deft twist, flipped him on his hands and knees to expose his tight, perfect ass. The Jedi groaned lightly as Maul squeezed his engorged cock teasingly. “I’m going to make you scream for more, Jedi,” he whispered, licking Obi-Wan’s shoulder.
Obi-Wan shuddered, his breath shallow and fast as the arousal built. The Sith roughly pushed him down, covering his shoulder with his lips, sucking and then biting into the creamy flesh, leaving a love-mark indented into the young Jedi’s skin, marking him as the Sith’s conquest. Obi-Wan gasped, twitching, feeling the area throb slightly. Maul leisurely caressed his captive’s rosy ass, then pulled back and slapped it with a smirk. Obi-Wan flinched and grunted, thighs and ass quivering against each blow. “You like that, don’t you?” Maul hissed, caressing Obi-Wan’s reddened ass in delight before slowly moving his way down, spreading his captive’s ass cheeks and sliding a finger against the Padawan’s eager anus, the opening sliding slightly open as his fingers caressed the soft skin there. Obi-Wan’s ass clenched a little as the Sith inserted a forefinger into the orifice, but soon the young Padawan was moaning, head bent against his hands as Maul slipped another finger in, slowly stroking his anal love canal. “I’m gonna ram my cock into you, Jedi,” Maul purred, his voice husky with arousal as his thick crimson-skinned manhood slid into the tight spot. Obi-Wan bit back a whimper, but a soft moan yet escaped his soft lips as the Sith continued to thrust his engorged member into his tight young ass.
"Oh… f-Force…" Obi-Wan gasped, feeling the Sith plunge his length deeper into him. How could something so wrong feel so good? “You want more, don’t you?” Maul inquired, reaching an eager hand down to stroke the Padawan’s manhood. “Ngh! Oh…” Obi-Wan moaned, instinctively arching his ass against Maul’s hips. “I’ll take that as a yes,” the Sith murmured roughly, his hand grasping and caressing the Jedi’s throbbing member slowly, his strong fingers tracing along the sensitive underside of the Jedi’s thick meat. Obi-Wan found himself thrusting his cock into his captor’s hand, no longer caring if it was wrong or right… he just needed to reach that peak of ecstasy and find sweet relief. He needed it now. Hearing young Obi-Wan’s quiet, almost desperate, moans only turned the Sith on more, and he thrust harder against Obi-Wan. He would show this young Jedi how good being his captive could be!
He slipped his thick hard-on out of the Jedi’s puckered hole, circling it with the pads of his fingers. Obi-Wan gritted his teeth, a whimper of surrender echoing forth. “You like it, don’t you?” Maul asked, tracing the Jedi’s cock with his other fingers, leisurely rubbing at the base of his balls before attending the Jedi’s quivering manhood, causing Obi-Wan to moan and buck his hips. “N-yes.. oh, Force, yes,” the Jedi panted, looking imploringly up to Maul. “I’m gonna take you, Jedi,” the Sith announced, positioning his thick cock once more at the young Jedi’s tight hole. “I’m gonna take you so hard. I’m gonna fuck your brains out, make you beg me to cum,” he promised darkly, grabbing Ob-Wan’s ass cheeks and spreading them apart.
Obi-Wan gasped, clutching at the ground as the Sith slammed hard into his tight little anal hole, his balls slapping solidly against his ass. Maul grabbed the Jedi’s Padawan braid, yanking Obi-Wan’s head back as he rode the Jedi hard, his muscular hips driving his thick shaft harder and deeper into Obi-Wan’s delicious anal opening. “Oh, you’re so tight my little Jedi...” Maul groaned, squeezing Obi-Wan’s balls teasingly. “Ugnh! Force... that… feels… so... good,” Obi-Wan could only groan as the Sith fucked him so hard that his teeth rattled. Each stroke of his captor’s thick, relentless cock against his sensitive butthole made Obi-Wan whimper and convulse in both pain and pleasure.
The Sith began to pump harder, his hand rubbing Obi-Wan’s cock in time to each thrust of his own rigid member. “By the Force…” Obi-Wan could feel the pleasure building faster and faster as he worked his cock against Maul’s hand, desperate for release at any cost. Maul kissed the skin on Obi-Wan’s neck, his earlobe, his lips and jaw, taking him in every way possible. His lips parted, suckling on the sensitive skin of Obi-Wan’s neck as one hand tweaked the Jedi’s nipples. The two intertwined and the Sith thrust himself against Obi-Wan passionately until with a grunt and moan, his hot fluids spurted into the young Padawan’s eagerly waiting crevice, the new lubrication feeding the pleasure with each erotic squirt. Obi-Wan arched his back with a loud moan, feeling his captor release his seed deep into his ass. With an unintelligible moan, Obi-Wan spurted his spunk into Maul’s talented and waiting hand.
The two slowly collapsed, and Maul finally slid his spent member from the Jedi’s bruised and cum filled hole. Obi-wan lay where he’d fallen, feeling Maul’s cum drip slowly between his sweaty, abused ass cheeks. Maul lay on top of the young Jedi for a moment as they both recovered from the experience, pleased beyond measure to have had his way with the Padawan. Obi-wan sighed, his deepest and most disturbed desires now fulfilled. The Sith and Jedi shared a look but said nothing. It was a silent acknowledgement of secrecy, but for now, they would share each other’s passions, if only this one time.