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Here’s the whole deal with Darth Maul. Dude killed Obi-Wan’s master, got subsequently cut in half by Obi-Wan, and then was sent hurtling down an absurdly long reactor shaft because there weren’t any railings in the Royal Hanger’s power generator room (it really is a crazy design: pillars of light, a bunch of walkways interconnecting between with exactly zero railings, plus absolute leagues of space between those and the floors below. It’d be easy to fall right off, especially if one loses their legs in the middle of a lightsaber duel).
Anyways, after the Sith Lord’s fall, the general consensus behind his reappearance on the junk planet Lotho Minor is as follows: Maul's top half happened to fall into a trash container— carrying him to a ship, which led him to, you guessed it, the shithole that is Lotho Minor, a literal trash planet, where he languished for about a decade until a fellow Nightbrother came along and restored him with the help of a witch.
But nevermind all that— that’s not what this story is about. No, this story is about you, dear reader. Or at least you’ll be forced to read it as such, because I’ve done you the lovely favor of writing the rest of this in second-person via one spectacularly perverse Naboo maid (who deserves to go to horny jail).
Let’s begin.
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When Lord Bale initially sent you down to the lower levels for floor maintenance, a man sliced in half wasn't exactly the first thing you were expecting. Or rather, the lower half of a man— you hadn't seen nary a hint of where the torso had disappeared to.
Whoever it had been had fallen quite a distance, if the unnatural twist of the left leg joint was any indication. But…
You cleared your throat and stepped closer, abandoning the maintenance droid and various scrubbing supplies you had dragged along.
Your eyes raked over the pair of legs. They were still very much intact, breaks aside, but the apex of the thighs was what had caught a greater interest.
Much like those thighs, which were very thick indeed, lay a bulge, noticeable even through the dark folds of fabric (that hid what must be a treasure. Given the size, at least, you thought). You couldn't help yourself. What was the harm in sneaking a peek? No one was down here. No one would know. Except for maybe the maintenance droid.
You glanced over your shoulder, but the droid was otherwise occupied at the end of the hall. Whatever. It's just a dumb machine, anyway. Who's it gonna tell?
Your knees hit the metallic floor, and with trembling fingers, you fumbled with the belt and whipped it open, peeling back the layered cloth that concealed this glorious mystery.
And glorious it was! Your breath hitched at the sight, wide eyes raking in the thick member that sprung up, red, tattooed, and somehow throbbing.
You couldn't believe your luck. What in the galaxy— how is it hard? You smoothed a strand of hair from your face, heart racing faster. Heat pooled in your gut, and your tongue flicked over your bottom lip. This was a chance you couldn't pass up.
You hadn't had any action in months. The Naboo Palace was horrifically understaffed, and Lord Bale was becoming increasingly demanding, tasking you with the impossible: keeping the entire blasted palace tidy with only a few handmaidens and servants left to call upon. Your hands had been so full of work that you didn't even have time to think about… well, filling them with anything else.
And today, this magic meat stick had fallen practically straight into your lap. So who were you to deny a gift from the gods?
You wasted no time in stripping the legs of the rest of the dark clothes and boots they were clad in. You did take a moment to trace the black tattoos that snaked around the length of both legs, though (the other length, too). Colored a deep and solid black, the markings stood out boldly against the brilliant red skin.
You ran your fingertips over the shaft that still had itself raised proudly in the air. The skin was surprisingly soft, stretched thinly over thick veins. Three ridges, each larger than the last, rode the front right up to the meat's curved head.
Your gaze flicked back behind you to land on the feet. You had to admit, they were quite tempting. Those toes looked positively suckable.
I know how I can handle this. You loosened the belt that held your robes together, leaving it hanging open so you could strip your bottom half bare. Goosebumps raised on your heated skin as the cool air hit your soaked lower regions. No time to waste.
You swung one leg over the front of those strong legs, facing backward so you had access to those juicy-looking feet. You bit your lip at the feeling of the red-and-black member brushing against your folds.
Finally, finally , you sank down onto that fat mystery cock with a groan. Your dignity had been stripped to nothing at this point, but you didn't care. It was go-time.
You raised yourself and slammed back down again with a squelch, your fingers sliding down past your stomach to gather up some of the slick dripping out of you. Wetness in hand, you began circling your clit as you bounced, head falling back at the pleasure boiling your blood.
Your left hand braced itself against the floor as you leaned forward with another sharp snap of your hips, your right hand abandoning your begging clit to wrap around one of the muscled calves that lay before you.
You pulled it forward, your same hand now tucked under the knee so it bent properly. You ended up having to twist it a bit to gain proper access, but you ignored the crack of bone, choosing instead to lave your tongue over the tattooed skin of the ankle, tracing a path all the way up to those suckable extremities.
Your lips closed around one big toe, and another groan escaped you, followed by a muffled curse as your groin pulsed with another bout of arousal.
You took another. And another. Your eyes fluttered open and shut, your lips stretched obscenely around the top of the foot you were grasping.
Your orgasm rocketed through you, your vision whiting out. An animalistic scream ripped itself from your lungs, echoing throughout the deserted chamber. Well. Almost deserted.
The foot dropped from your mouth with a wet smack as a series of beeping noises shattered the spell.
The cock was still throbbing inside you, but you couldn't relish the idea of a round two with a maintenance droid staring at you.
"The hell are you lookin' at?" you panted.
With another beep, this one more muted than the last, the droid turned and wheeled away, leaving you alone with your mess.
"That's what I thought," you muttered as you slid off the cock you had been spearing yourself on moments ago.
You retied your robes and stared. It was still hard. You couldn't possibly just pass this up, leave it for another individual to find and enjoy.
Eventually, you resigned yourself to dragging it back to your chambers.
As you dumped the pair of legs onto your bed, the remnants of your slick dried and beginning to crust a bit on the sides of that wondrous member, you had a thought.
Maybe I could build myself a top half and program it to fuck.
You shrugged, turning to lock your door. It was beginning to look as though you had more than one job to take care of today.