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The smell of your heat had been unbearable for Maul in recent days. Since it had only been a short time since you two had started a serious relationship, he still didn’t know exactly how to deal with your cycle. He had read one or two things about female human biology, but nothing that fully prepared him for this moment.
You had just moved a few days ago to a small cabin on Dathomir, far from curious eyes and the real hustle and bustle on Mandalore. Maul quietly entered the room and was somewhat surprised by the scene he saw: you were curled up in a fetal position on the bed, hugging a pillow against your abdomen in a futile attempt to ease the pain of the cramps that consumed you.
Maul took a deep breath, confirming that your fragile body was preparing to mate. In that instant, he reflected that he had two missions at hand. The first was to control his own primal instincts—born from his Zabrak biology, filled with a thirst for procreation. The second: he would have to do everything possible and impossible to help you through the cycle as smoothly as possible.
He bent down toward the bed, leaning over you. A long shiver ran across your face as you felt the warm breath of the Zabrak. He still had some reservations about touching you. He thought he might hurt you since he was much stronger, but he tried. He gently directed his hand to some strands of your hair that were covering your face, tucking them behind your ear softly.
"Is my human facing the menstrual cycle?" — his voice was soft and calm, as always.
Your cheeks immediately flushed, almost matching the crimson of Maul's skin. You always completely melted when he called you "my human," and he knew that.
"It's okay, little tomato... I just... Mmm..."
You tried to appear strong but soon contorted again in pain, letting out a weak moan. Maul's eyes widened in concern. Then he sat upright and brought his hand to his chin, deep in thought. He recalled the aggressive training sessions he had endured as a mere underling of Sidious and quickly remembered what he did to relieve the pain he felt throughout his body: a good hot bath.
Maul was still learning how to be romantic with you, but you appreciated every little action he attempted. This time was no different; in fact, it seemed quite simple for the Zabrak. He turned off all the bathroom lights, thinking they might give you a headache. He lit some candles at strategic points and scattered around some flowers you had liked when you visited Naboo.
The red and black Zabrak didn't mind carrying you in his arms, in fact, it was a delight for him. He loved feeling stronger than you and serving you. You might not be a Zabrak female, but he had pledged his loyalty and love to you until the last second of his life.
And so he did, Maul gently picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. Carefully, he removed your clothes without haste. The worst part would come now, as Maul couldn't help himself when he saw your body completely naked, but he tried his best. He wanted to be respectful, but he averted his eyes several times, making you laugh at his restraint of dirty thoughts.
"Oh, my little tomato, did you decorate the bathroom just for me?"
If he weren't already red, you'd say he blushed.
"You deserve to be pampered by your Zabrak servant."
He gave you that look. The one that only he had, that could take you from heaven to hell in seconds. His penetrating yellow eyes stared down at you like a predator, ready to pounce on its prey, burning on your skin.
You took a deep breath, and Maul sensed through the Force that the tables had turned. Now it was you who had to control your more perverted thoughts.
"You know you don't have to talk like that, I'm not like the Dathomirian females. I don't see you as my submissive."
You lowered your face, and Maul made sure to hold your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
"That doesn't change the fact that you deserve to be pampered, my queen."
He took your hand and kissed the back of it. Without breaking his intense gaze. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest. Never in your life would you have dreamed that this Zabrak could be so romantic while being so seductive at the same time.
Once again, picking you up, Maul guided you to the bathtub. The comfortably warm water made you sigh and relax all your muscles quickly. You breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a deep relaxation, especially in the stomach area.
"I don't know much about human customs..." Maul paused, observing you, admiring you in the bathtub "But from my research, this might help alleviate the pain."
Maul handed you a cup. In it, there was some natural tea made from Dathomir plants that helped relieve cramps.
As you brought the cup to your lips, a slightly sour taste invaded your palate, making you turn your face with a grimace, but it gradually subsided.
"Don't you think Mandalore must be needing you, my love?"
It was also new for Maul to hear so many affectionate nicknames. He was trying to get used to it, but he always felt extremely shy and awkward.
"That doesn't matter now. I only care about taking care of you at the moment." he knelt beside the bathtub.
Your heart raced even more. The cramp pain gave way to butterflies in your stomach. Could it be that Maul was finally letting go of his obsession with Obi-Wan to live a peaceful life by your side?
"I-I... don't know how to thank you for all this... You're... being so good to me. Thank you."
Your hand instinctively rested on his. You loved seeing your skin in contact with his, the distinction of colors, the contrast with his red and black skin... made you even more in love.
He didn't know how to react, but he knew he had to take some action. He knew that when you touched him, it was because you longed for some affection in return. That's what he did; he took the cup from your hands and placed it on the floor.
Then, he wrapped his free hand directly through your hair, feeling your nape. He was going to kiss you, you were sure of it.
His lovely lips, red with irregular black details, slowly approached your nose. He placed short, calm pecks along the entire length of that sensitive area.
He knew exactly how to tease you.
Slowly, he moved down to the space between your nose and upper lip, playing with your impatient moans. He let out low chuckles of victory for managing to tease you like that.
"You're a natural tease, you know that...?"
"You were the one who said you could soften me up..."
He finally held your nape firmly, guiding your face as he pleased. Not that much effort was needed, any minimal touch from him already made you completely surrender.
Between muffled moans, he took your lips with calm urgency. Your tongues battled, neither of you wanting to yield. You wanted to grab his beautiful horns, but the position you were in the bathtub didn't favor you (a point for him). All you could do was tilt your face as best as you could, while your hand moved directly to his cheek. Your only mission was to deepen the kiss and not let him escape.
For some time, your lips danced ardently against Maul's, taking all your breath, each time with more urgency. Finally, when you were about to pull away from the kiss, Maul caught your lower lip between his teeth and pulled it provocatively and delicately, making you gasp.
"I love you, my little human."