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Yrliet approached Marazhai tentatively. He never took her advice, taunted and mocked her at every turn, and yet, she still had to try. She waited patiently for him to acknowledge her presence, her calm demeanor never wavering as he sighed dramatically and turned toward her, crossing his arms over his chest, a look of boredom plastered on his face.
“What now?”, he sneered at her, leaning back against the railing.
Ignoring his theatrics, she met his gaze calmly. “Another warp jump is imminent, and I request again that you sequester yourself with me. Let me help you, with direction and meditation there is no need for the mindless slaughter of mon-keigh.”
He just stared incredulously for a moment before laughing at her. “That’s where you’re wrong, cousin. I need to. I want to. I enjoy killing them, and revel at hearing their ragged screams as my blade renders them into so much useless meat.” A sinister smile bloomed across his face, his voice low and menacing. “And I especially like watching the light drain from their eyes.”
She was about to admonish him when the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted her. They watched as the Rogue Trader stalked across the deck, her eyes flicking to Marazhai, her pale gaze holding his for a moment before breaking away, her stride unchanged as she exited through the large double doors.
Yrliet watched Marazhai’s reaction to the Rogue Traders appearance dismally, how his face softened with desire, how his eyes devoured her every move. He was always watching her. He probably didn’t even realize the depth of his devotion to the Rogue Trader. Would probably attempt to kill her for trying to make him aware of it.
“Cousin, your…couplings…with the Elantach…how can you bear it? To entwine yourself…get so close to…does it not repulse you? Do you not see her as just a base animal? Too stupid to understand what it’s doing?”
A mask of feigned indignation slithered across his face. “Were all those pretty words you spoke of her back in Commoragh nothing but lies then? You don’t find her cunning and a master of the arts of deceit?” Mirthful laughter burst from him as he shook his head pityingly at her. “You know as well as I that she is not nearly as worthless as the rest of the mon-keigh. At least this one is useful.
And as for our couplings,” he mocked, “did you not just see the way she looked at me as she walked by? She seeks my deck on her own, and summons me to her with a look. It is I that she most calls to her side, it is I whose council she usually heeds,” he pushed away from the railing, drawing himself up to his full height, looking down his nose at her as he invaded her personal space, “and it is I who warms her bed, to the delightful and complete dismay of all those upon this vessel, providing an abundance of suffering for me to sup on.”
Contempt twisted his face as he continued to stare her down. “All this gives me considerable power upon this floating rust bucket, and I would be a fool to turn my nose up at it because I was too squeamish to lay with a mon-keigh. And besides,” a muscle in his cheek twitched, “she pleases me. Both in her lust for pain and her sexual prowess,” he smirked as Yrliet shuddered, enjoying her disgust, “and her ability to intertwine both with a finesse that even I strive for turned out to be a pleasant, though unexpected, boon to what would otherwise be a boring chore.”
His shoulder knocked into hers as he pushed past, intending to follow the Rogue Trader. “Enjoy your scraps, cousin, you could have easily made your time here much more pleasant. The Rogue Trader seems eager to lend her aid to Aeldari, is that not why she so blindly followed you into my grasp? Why she keeps you here now, despite your naive betrayal?” He tsked, “Even I stopped calling her mon-keigh to her face when she asked.”
He turned to face her again as he approached the doors, enjoying the misery etched upon her face, “and I’m supposed to be the Drukhari here,” he scoffed. “So the answer is no, I will not sequester myself with you and deny myself what little pleasures are afforded me. Not now, not ever.”
Yrliet sighed solemnly, her shoulders falling in resignation. “Her retinue watches you closely, Marazhai. They will not allow your continued corruption of their sovereign. How long before the mon-keigh succumb to their baser desires and seek to destroy you?”
The look on his face was a strange blend of pride and malice. “She would never allow that. You see, the corruption was already there, my dimwitted cousin, I’m merely fanning a fading ember into a conflagration.” He looked back at the doors, desire making his turquoise eyes smolder. “Now, I’ll not let you delay me any longer,” he licked his lips in anticipation, “a feast awaits me.” The thick doors groaned shut behind him as he exited, the sound echoing like an accusation in the large chamber.
Sighing again, she turned toward the large stained glass windows to peer out into the endless void. She’d seen into the Elantach’s soul, had seen the spark of corruption nestled deep within it, had hoped to help her snuff it out with time. Clearly that time had passed and while she’d been caught up in her own worries, her Dark Kin had moved in and nurtured that twisted flame in her stead. She pitied the Elantach. Marazhai was going to burn up everything good in her and leave nothing but charred carrion in his wake.
It took him no time to catch up to her, and he walked behind her slowly, watching the provocative sway of her hips as she stalked the halls of his deck. Small glimpses of her bare thighs peeked through the high slits in her flowing skirts, the lacy tops of her thigh high stalkings a lovely dark contrast upon her pale skin. His eyes followed the delectable curve of her thigh, up to the lacing of her corset, staring, wondering how angry she’d get if he cut them and made her hunt partially nude. Might be worth it, he mused.
Hushed whispers and stifled shrieks could be heard as the frightened mon-keigh tried to scurry out of her path and hide. It pleased him that they ran from her, that being hunted by their mistress instilled such terror in them, and how their simple mon-keigh hearts broke, all because of her.
He watched her cut them down with increasing malevolence, delighting in how they’d beg on their knees for her to spare them, only for her to stare back blankly, face cold and emotionless as stone. Then, her sword arm would arc out in a crimson swath, a severed head flying off into the distance as the lifeless body fell upon the floor, blood gushing from its stump of a neck. How they’d scream then, at the realization that their benevolent mistress, who had listened to their woes and concerns before, had been replaced with someone uncaring and merciless.
He tried to keep up with her, but soon found himself fighting off a group of mon-keigh who’d gathered up the nerve to actually attack him, getting caught up in the slaughter, and lost sight of her. After dispatching the worthless creatures, they were no match for him, he continued his pursuit.
Bloody trails and mutilated corpses littered the floors, and he followed them to her, the tips of her swords dripping blood as she slowly advanced upon a group of cowering mon-keigh.
She was unnaturally gifted with the Drukhari blades, for a mon-keigh, but he always had the sense that she was holding back. That she could be so much more if not for something hindering her in some way. He suspected it had to do with that blasted thing around her neck, what was it she’d called it? An Obfuscator? Obscurator? She never took the thing off and the one time he’d tried to remove it he’d nearly lost his hand. She’d refused to heal it afterward, forcing him to let it heal naturally or seek out the Chirurgeon. He’d let it heal on its own. The only one she’d let near her gaudy neck piece was the iron mon-keigh, perhaps he’d press him about it later.
Panicked cries pulled him from his thoughts, brought his attention back to her just as she moved. Blades danced out almost faster than he could see, the mon-keighs throats splitting wide to expose the spine within, blood spraying into the air in a macabre curtain as they fell to the ground as one.
She stood in the scarlet downpour, face raised and eyes closed as the bloody droplets misted over her, coalescing into thick rivulets that ran down her body. Exquisite, he thought. She looked ravishing in red.
He came up behind her, hands pulling at her waist as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. She leaned into him, blades falling from her blood stained hands, clanging loudly against the floor.
She stood passively as his hands caressed her curves possessively, one hand sliding over her breasts and further up to encircle her neck, wrenching her head to the side so he could lick along the exposed flesh. She was immensely alluring to him after killing, something about it just made her irresistible.
Her hand came up to cradle his cheek, blood smearing on his face from her fingertips. Her eyes blazed with unconstrained hunger, a look he knew mirrored his own. Strange to find its like within a creature such as she.
She shrugged him off, bending to retrieve her blades as she walked away. “I’m not done yet.”
Irritation twisted his face as his hand snaked out and tangled in her hair, dragging her back to him. Stumbling, she slipped a foot between his legs, hooking it behind his ankle and sweeping it out from under him. Surprised by the deft movement, he lost his balance and went down, losing his grip in her hair, and fell upon the blood slicked floor. She’d followed him down, bringing her blades up to cross over his neck, pinning him there as she knelt over him.
A satisfied smirk stretched across his lips at the look in her eyes as she gazed down at him. Need consumed her, need for pain, need for violence, need for him radiated from her entire being that she nearly quivered with it.
He caught his lower lip with his teeth as he shifted slightly, pushing into the blades she held on him. “Go on, Xev. Take me.” A challenge.
Eyes narrowing, she pressed down, just enough for the blades to bite into his flesh, blood welling along the edge before spilling over in crimson droplets. The sweet lick of pain made his eyelids flutter.
“I should take your head right now. It would save me a lot of trouble.”
His grin widened and he pushed harder into her blades, his blood now a steady trickle down his throat. His hands crept into the slits of her skirt, armored claws pressing into her thighs as he slid them up and over the curve of her ass, holding her to him as he rolled his hips suggestively. “You won’t. You enjoy me too much.”
A strange look crossed her face, as if an unpleasant thought had just occurred to her. She leaned back, removing the blades, and set them aside. “No. I won’t.” Leaning forward again, she dipped her tongue out to lick at the shallow wound she’d made. “Though how much I enjoy you is debatable.”
Keeping one hand upon her ass, he braced the other at her back and rolled them, trapping her under him. “Your mouth may speak lies, but your body will always reveal the truth.” His long tongue slithered over her lips, savoring the taste of his own blood that he found there. “You think I cannot sense your craving for me? Your need? No one can sate you like I can. So don’t lie, Xev. It’s beneath you.”
His fingers curled over the fabric of her undergarments and yanked, the thin material tearing away easily. He slid an armor clad finger between her folds before slowly pushing it in, earning him a pain laced gasp. A delicious shiver coursed through him at the sound. He lightly curled his claw into her inner wall as he slowly thrust his finger within her, not enough to wound, but more than enough to hurt, and she wiggled in discomfort for him. Delectable.
“Mmm, struggle harder for me, Xev.” He chuckled when she winced and tried to pull away as he pressed another finger inside her. “I do so enjoy when you behave like prey.”
Fingers busying themselves between her legs, he pushed the leather strap of her choker out of the way, wondering at how it caught in her throat and seemed to hurt her. Did it perhaps anchor to the flesh the way his armor did? Interesting.
Ignoring the way she tensed when he moved her choker, he buried his face into her neck, his tongue flicking out to tease at her pulse. The sharp points of his teeth grazed across her skin and he bit into her, hard, his cock throbbing with need as she cried out for him. She hissed in pain at each greedy pull of his mouth, the coppery taste of her blood like the most decadent of wines upon his tongue. He always started the better part of their feasts with a bite. Nothing got her wetter for him faster.
She pushed ineffectually against his chest, her lip curling in disgust. “Really, Marazhai? Right here on the floor?”
Reluctantly, he pulled away from the bruised ruin of her neck, enjoying the way her blood trickled from the ragged wounds he’d left behind, wistfully aware that if he indulged too much, she’d be useless to him. It wasn’t any fun if she was too weak to fight back.
He pulled his fingers from within her, his armor clad digits glistening with her arousal, and just a hint of blood. Perhaps he’d been a little too forceful between her legs? Good. He made a show of licking them clean before answering, her growing ire at being ignored tantalizing him.
“I will take you wherever, and whenever I please.” His turquoise eyes burned as he finally graced her with a look. Grabbing at her waist, he roughly re positioned her onto her knees, forcing her face to the floor with a hand on the back of her head, her ass pressed against his groin. He ground his hips against hers, smiling triumphantly as she moaned at his treatment of her. The look she shot him as he ground her face into the floor said she’d flay him alive. He only hoped he was already buried deep inside her when she began.
Looming over her, he tenderly brushed her hair out of her face, his touch frighteningly gentle. Pressing his larger frame against hers, he flicked his eyes toward the exit, his lips a bare whisper above her cheek. “Out there, I obey because it delights me how frightened the mon-keigh become when I, a Drukhari, kneel for you. One of their own. What sort of sadistic monster must their mistress be to command obeisance from one such as I?” He laughed, low and menacing. “But here? On my deck? I am master over anything that dares set foot here, and that includes you. You, my corpse-god worshiping whore, are mine. Your cunt is mine.”
She feigned a scandalized gasp. “One should not speak of the God Emperor in such a manner,” she giggled, the sound tinged with just a hint of madness. “You call me a whore, and yet, in the same breath, I and my cunt are yours? Why Marazhai, you sound jealous.” She writhed into him, catching her bottom lip with her teeth. “And I’ll remind you that your deck is a part of my ship. So really, who belongs to whom here?”
With lightning fast reflexes, his hand shot out, catching hers that had been stealthily reaching for one of her discarded blades. He crushed her hand around the hilt, lifting both hand and blade, smashing them repeatedly against the floor, each hit punctuated with a spine tingling shriek, until her grip loosened and she dropped the deadly weapon.
Eyes pinched shut in a grimace, she tried to pull her battered hand away, but he wrenched her arm around aggressively, and held it against her back. His other hand slid between them, bunching her skirts up around her waist, leaving her bare ass pressed against him. As he twisted her arm further, he ground himself into her soft flesh, enjoying the way the sharp edges of his armor were causing her discomfort.
He ripped his codpiece away with a grunt as the hooked anchors gave, freeing his thick cock. His eyelids fluttered as she whimpered under him, and leaning over her once more, he rubbed his hard length along her sex. He could feel her trembling and she was so deliciously wet.
Pressing his face against hers, his long tongue slithered along her jaw. “Jealous? Of what? Your mon-keigh playthings? No, my little pain slut. They are nothing. A mere candle’s flame, flickering and lost when held up to the radiance of the sun. I will endure for eternity and they will gutter out and die like the fleeting embers they are. Jealous of such inferior creatures? Ha! How dare you.”
Twisting her arm further, her hissed breaths making his cock twitch, he slid himself between her folds, his tip catching at her slick entrance, teasing, but not indulging. “So yes, my obsession, everything on this vessel, and I hesitate to designate it as such, is yours, I’m not disputing that. Merely pointing out that you have not, nor do I think you ever will, deny me anything. And here, on the deck that you gave me, I get to encourage this seemingly insatiable need you have to satisfy me, and make you mine in any way I see fit. Now stop distracting me, I desire to watch my seed dripping out of you.”
He bit into her neck again, tearing the flesh anew as he thrust into her, her gasp of pain turning to pleasure making him bury himself deep. Tearing his mouth from her, he was mesmerized by the blood that dripped from his lips onto her back, and he slowly withdrew from her, only to thrust back in harshly, relishing the sounds she made as she squirmed under him. He twisted her arm almost to the point of snapping, the brief look of panic in her eyes when she realized he wasn’t going to stop adding another layer to his gratification.
She panted, her eyes losing focus as he pushed into her relentlessly, each thrust threatening to be the one that forced her arm past the breaking point. Her lips quivered as she tried to plead with him, even as she rolled her hips to meet his. “Please…”
He grinned maliciously at her attempt to garner mercy from him. She knew better. “No, Xev. Enough talk.” Refusing to relinquish his hold on her aching arm, he reached to his side with the other, producing an ornate dagger that he then brought to her lips, wiggling the pointed tip between them. “Open. Do so now or this will all become much less enjoyable for you.”
Glaring up at him, her pretty lips parted, and he slid the sharp blade inside. His knife mimicked his thrusts, and he felt the exact moment his blade nicked the inside of her mouth, the way it made her moan and tense around his cock had his head tilting back and a groan escaped him.
She continued to suck his knife, her tongue dancing along its sharp edge, painting its silver glint crimson. She moaned and dark beads of blood spilled from between her lips, pooling lightly beneath her cheek. Pulling the blade from her mouth, he watched how she followed it with her wounded tongue, coating it in her hot, sweet, blood for him.
Bringing the blade to his own lips, he retraced the path her tongue had taken along the knife’s edge, each taste of Xev’s blood like a hit from his favorite drug. The sharp blade sliced into him effortlessly and he shivered at the sensation. Giving the dagger a final lick, he cast the blade aside, not caring where it clattered off to, and finally released his grip on Xev’s arm. She cried out at the sudden lack of tension, the delicious sound skittering over his senses in a wash of agony, and he tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her up and holding her against him as he continued to thrust into her.
Her eyes were heavily lidded, and a beautiful purple bruise was blooming upon her flushed cheeks. Her mouth was an inviting, bloody, mess, one he couldn’t resist, and he covered it with his own, his tongue forcing its way greedily down her throat. She gagged, and he relented, but only just, swallowing her choked moans, allowing her only the smallest of gasps for breath when their lips parted. She sucked at his tongue hungrily, desperate for more. Her thighs trembled as he curled a hand around her throat, fingers digging painfully into the bites he’d left. Her moans had become low and breathy, the rhythm of her hips insistent. He smiled against her bitten lips, teasing as he murmured over them, “Are you ready for me, Xev?" Her eyes flickered up to his, and he nearly lost himself in their devouring depths. “Tell me where.”
She writhed against him, a smirk pulling at her abused mouth when he shuddered and moaned, pushing into her like he couldn’t get deep enough. “What would be the point in that? You only ever spill it in one pla-”
Her words choked off as he squeezed her throat, her brows pinched and mouth open in a silent plea, her soaked cunt pulsing on him deliciously. Every muscle in his body pulled taut as he came, a throaty groan gritting out from between his teeth and his cock throbbed as his seed pumped into her, thick ropes of it filling her to the point of spilling out around him, staining them both in an iridescent shimmer.
Breathing heavily, he released his grip on her throat, his cock twitching at the little gasp she made once she could breathe again. He found the pale shade of blue her lips had been turning rather fetching. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it playfully. “True, but ‘inside you’ doesn’t always have to mean a hole that already exists.”
He pushed her down onto her back, and grabbed her legs beneath the knees, spreading them wide, admiring the glistening mess of her cunt. His eyes devoured the beautiful image of her spread out before him, bloody and bruised and covered in his seed.
She smiled up at him, her fingers lazily swirling around her clit. “True, but you seem to really enjoy this one.”
His turquoise eyes burned as he lowered his face between her legs, his eyes never leaving hers as his mouth opened and his tongue slid out and over her cum covered mound, dipping inside, and swirling her clit, nipping at her fingers to chase them away. His lips whispered over her sex as he spoke, making her tremble and gasp. “Hm, yes, and I’m going to be taking it again, seeing as it’s my favorite.”
He thrust his tongue into her, the taste of himself so deep inside mixing with hers was an intoxicating combination. Her body quivered and she whimpered as he fed at her, oversensitive from her recent climax. His lips locked on her slippery clit, and he sucked, hard, catching it delicately between his teeth, making her writhe and moan for him, her eyes rolling back in bliss.
Her hands came up, one threading into his hair, the other wrapping around the large blade that protruded from his shoulder, and the way she hissed and her body tensed when it sliced into her hand had his cock throbbing with need again. With a final pull on her clit, he returned to her mouth, kissing her thoroughly, sharing his release with her. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he pressed against her, his still hard cock demanding entrance. She shifted, and as he slid back inside her warmth, she caressed her hand down his blade, the added note of pain making him groan and pump into her faster. Breaking their kiss, he watched her face as he moved himself in and out of her, the sight of his seed already covering them as he continued to fuck her delighting him. Bringing her wounded hand forward, he watched her face contort as he licked along the edges of the wound, her sweet blood teasing his taste buds once more. He placed her splayed hand upon his armored chest, smearing her blood down its pointed contours.
She was panting as he pounded into her with bruising force, the sharp points of his armor cutting into the soft exposed flesh of her thighs with each thrust, the delicate mesh of her stalkings long since shredded to nothing.
He could feel his orgasm building, and there was so much sensation in the air, he felt well and truly intoxicated. Her pain crafted from the notes of an impeccable symphony, her arousal warmer than the blood of his first kill. And her body. Sinful and perfect in a way that made him want to rip the flesh from his bones. How the gods must have been laughing when they set her down on his path. Another obstacle in his downward spiral.
With both hands braced on either side of her head, he loomed over her, his turquoise eyes glowing in the gloom between them. She gazed up at him from beneath her lashes, her face flushed and her pretty pink tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“Come for me,” he breathed, his eyes devouring every facet of her face so that he wouldn’t miss a single moment.
Lashes fluttering, a soft moan emanated from her mouth and he could feel her soft cunt pulsing on his cock, milking forth his own release, his hips stuttering as he pushed inside her, filling her soaked pussy to the brim once again.
Breathing heavily, he rolled to the side, lying beside her as they both tried to catch their breath and he sighed contentedly. He was fully satisfied and the ever present whisperings that itched inside his skull had blessedly been silenced.
Xev was the first to recover, sitting up and attempting to straighten her clothes, without much success. Much of it had been shredded and now hung in useless tatters around her.
He watched with growing amusement as she continued to fuss with the destroyed garments. “Don’t bother. I’m just going to tear them off again.”
“I’m covered in filth.” She wiped at herself with her delicate fingers, the gesture accentuating her cuts and bruises, making him smile appreciatively.
He was up and had her over his unbladed shoulder in a flash, and she squeaked in surprise, her bloodied hands slipping off the back plates of his armor as she struggled against him.
“I know, let’s make it worse.” He laughed as he started back towards the command deck. Parading his conquest in front of the others was always the highlight of his day. “Perhaps I’ll fuck you upon your throne this time?” A mischievous smile split his face, seeing an opportunity to fling her own words back at her. “You see, I’m not done yet.”