Chapter 2
The Reluctant Psyker
by Fuuko no Miko
Author Notes:
This is a little delayed...mostly because I got so carried away with it and I ended up writing Chapter 3 as well. Then the smut. Then I got ideas for Leman Russ and another OC, and an adorable OC couple ValThrax (my unofficial name for this crackship...courtesy of SisterofSilence...God this is your fault and I know you aren't sorry. LOL Then again neither am I.)
I took some liberties with Psyker training because I've been told that GW has never really released anything official. Plus this is fanfic...so...why the hell not?
There's a little smut here, not a lot. I saved a lot of that sexy stuff for chapter 3. If you're just here for that (and not my super compelling story...seriously I do have a plot in this cheesefluff, I promise!), you can scroll down and look for the bold and Italicized parts. The smut does not occur in the same timeline as the story, for now. In chapter 3 they may all blend in together.
Thank you for reading. Reviews are much appreciated! Us fanfic writers thrive on that stuff!
Since the whole deal with the Aswang's hidden army, Primarch Magnus kept her close at bay. She had been promoted to the ranks of more regaled Remembrancers who worked with the Crimson King's primary company. Not that it made her job any easier. If anything, she felt more pressure to perform. She wanted to show him she was worth it. She gathered as much items and information from the ruins of the Eastern part of the planet, gathering books, artifacts of interest and relics. She made careful notes of the achievements of the Thousand Sons, drawing, writing, and reporting. She did her best to avoid being a damsel-in-distress. For one reason or another she often found herself being hounded by rogue attacks from what was left of the Xeno resistance, and the not-so-occasional assault by the planet's own predators. She used whatever psychic attack she knew, a number of times burning her hands in the process or rendering herself lightheaded and syncopal. She had gotten so well acquainted with the Apothecary that they called each other by first name basis.
"I think you enjoy my company too much, Mistress Karimah." one Apothecary named Abulkhariz observed as he tended to her injuries.
"I do." she replied, wincing as he started to clean the abrasions. "I just wish it was spent under a cooling tent with coffee and pastries. " She sighed. "I'm beginning to wonder if these beasts don't like my scent. I haven't seen them attack anything or anyone else for that matter." she raised a brow at the Astartes, "You don't suppose I should change bath soaps?'
The Space Marine laughed, knowing full well that the reason for the Remembrancer getting assaulted by these animals had nothing to do with her being eyed as dessert, but had all to do with a very curious Primarch. Magnus had deliberately let her underguarded, or not guarded at all to see how she would fare against random assaults. He had instructed the Space Marines to leave her to her defenses unless it was absolutely necessary to step in.
"What if she gets killed in the process, my Lord?" Phosis T'kar once asked when told by his Primarch to stay in the background.
"Then you have failed orders." Magnus explained. "I said, step back, observe what aetheric powers she draws. I didn't say not to help her."
She did relatively well, he had to admit as he casually watched from a distance. She was clearly a little rusty, as control of her powers was something she lacked. His Astartes stepped in at about the right time before she damaged herself, just as he ordered.
"She commands the power of lightning, Hathor." he spoke to the captain of the Third Fellowship once he was satisfied with his observation. "I believe she will do well with the Pavoni. Teach her, my son. Show her the ways of the aether."
Hathor Maat knew it was an order, not a request.
The captain of the Pavoni was puzzled, to say the least. What benefit would it be to train a human whom he was certain showed no interest of being an Astartes? Surely the Prosperan woman had powers that were unseen of for her level, but why harness it?
"If you see a piece of coal on the ground, Hathor, one with the slightest hint of being a diamond underneath, would you not attempt to polish it to see what you can make of it?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"It may just be of value to you someday...to use for a personal ornament, or one to be gifted to someone else. But you would not know until you harvest it. Break it down until you get to the very core and unlock its true beauty. I see no reason for such potential to be wasted because it went by unnoticed."
The Pavoni never questioned his Primarch again.
Meanwhile the Word Bearers and the Thousand Sons made waste of their respective regions before finally conquering the south of the planet in the name of the Imperium. The remaining outer colonies had surrendered without much ado, as they lacked anything close to the defenses the main planet had. Within several weeks the Aswang planet was labelled compliant by the Imperium of Mankind.
Magnus then tried to investigate the rest of the psychic energy he had once noticed when they first landed, but it had somehow mysteriously dissipated. Disappointed at the lost opportunity, he had left early, notifying his Father of the victory, and the Adeptus Mechanicus of their new playground.
Hathor Maat was initially reluctant to take on the Prosperine Remembrancer under his wing, but found her later to be a very eager student. She made it a point to be on time for their hours-long sessions, and showed genuine interest and enthusiasm for what knowledge he had to show her. She worked hard, studied hard and was very attentive to him. It made the time fly by quick whenever they had encounters.
"I suspect you enjoy your charge's company too much there Hathor." Phosis T'kar once teased as the former left after his teaching session with Karimah with an ear to ear grin on his person.
"He hardly spends time with us anymore." Khalophis elbowed his fellow Astartes. In a mock voice he imitates the captain of the 3rd Fellowship. "Oh sorry guys, Ive got to teach my pretty... I mean...industrious student out there."
"Well, she is better looking than all of you." the Pavoni captain smirked. "And with a much more likable personality."
"She does not have eyes for you, you know."
"Well she has none for any of you either."
Magnus shook his head as he overheard his captains. "She is your disciple, not an object of dissection." he scolded them. He dismissed the rest of them and beckoned to Hathor to inquire about the Prosperan Remembrancer's progress.
"She is an intelligent woman, my Lord." the head of the Pavonis reported. "She enjoys lessons in biomancy, telepathy and telekenesis."
"And do you like imparting knowledge to her?"
"I do...however..." he paused before adding. "She hesitates."
A flicker appeared in Magnus' eye. He was not completely surprised by this report. "In what regard?"
"When it comes to matters of tapping into her aetheric energy and projecting her non-corporeal form." he noted, his forehead furrowing at the thought. "She does not say much, but I know she can do much more than she shows. I can sense it."
"Have you tapped into her thoughts on why she holds back?"
"She blocks me to a degree." he confessed, albeit a little embarassed at the fact. "I think I might have taught her too well on that...but I feel her fear. A great fear. Of what I cannot fathom."
"Do you think she does not wish to engage in this endeavor?"
Hathor shook his head. "She is interested, I am certain. Until this...irrational fear would come over her...I wish I could explain it."
From a distance, Karimah could tell she was the subject of conversation, but she dared not acknowledge it. She had been training with Hathor Maat with her psyker abilities and she would be lying if she had said she did not like them. Telepathy, divination and telekinesis interested her greatly although she knew they were not her greatest asset. Her strongest ability laid in her ability to form fire and lightning out of her hands and form protective shields. Well, that and one other thing...one she preferred to keep a secret.
She smiled as she pressed against his massive frame, matching her curves with his angles. She moved to rub her pelvis aginst his, immediately feeling his arousal against her belly. He groaned when she reached down to grasp it. The primarch was sizable in more ways than one. She could barely get her hand around his girth. She slid her hand on it, up, down, up, down. He was so hard she could swear he was not made of flesh but of steel. He leaned back, his single eye watching her as she pumped his erection. She moved off his lap and kneeled in front of him, still holding his shaft. A sound like a low growl came from his throat as she stroked him vigorously, the water splashing everywhere.
"Uhhh." he bit his lip, having difficulty holding in the exquisite sensations her hand was drawing from him. "I need to be inside you." he managed to sputter. "I cannot hold it much longer."
"Wait...we can't..."
"I know..." he spoke in between breaths. "Apologies...I get carried away at times."
"I do too...you're so...distracting."
"Shall we...?"
"Have I ever said no to you, my Lord?"
Karimah finished a journal entry before attending her session with Hathor Maat. She was excited to tell him about her newfound skill in moving things with her mind. It took a relatively good effort in her part but she was making progress. She had worked on moving an object before and now she could move four or five of them at a time. She set out to meet him at a makeshift pavilion they had constructed in this Imperial orbital installation where they had stopped to replenish supplies.
He wasn't there at their rendezvous point however.
Sitting crosslegged in the middle of an empty hall with training mats was a different person. He was ensconced in meditation, his heqa staff laying neatly beside him and his headpiece obscuring his face at that particular angle. He wore a simple white, linen schendyt and no shirt was on his person. He was also barefoot. His long, flowing red mane was bound in multiple sections by golden bands.
She was about to speak when a telepathic message was conveyed to her.
"Remembrancer Tahrik."
"My Lord." she replied telepathically as well. "Greetings. I did not expect you here."
Magnus stood up, picking up his staff. He appeared less overwhelming without his standard armor and having less clothing on his person, but was intimidating nonetheless.
His presence seemed to fill the room, even if he only stood a little over a foot taller than she was.
She felt her mouth go dry at the sight of him.
He was quite magnificent. Tall and muscular, he looked like he he was carved from the finest marble.
She scolded herself for thinking that, realizing that he could read her thoughts as easy as it was for him to breathe.
She cleared her head of the physical distraction. "How may I be of service, Lord Magnus?" she communicated without speaking.
"I am here to see your progress." he answered. "Would you mind if we conduct a little test?"
"Not at all."
As fast as she had answered, the Primarch had made a flicker with his hand, releasing a small ball of energy from it and tossing it in her direction. She raised her hand, forming a shield much faster than she used to and effectively blocking the attack. With that followed a second flash, that she had intercepted as well, protecting herself with the psychic energy Hathor Matt practiced with her time and time again.
"Good." Magnus nodded, not saying a word. He volleyed a few more sparks with his staff and Karimah dodged and deflected a good majority of them without using as much energy as she did prior to her training.
Through his mind he advised her to sit down across him.
"I would like to try your telekinetic skills." he said. "Take my weapon away with your thought and throw it at me with intention to harm."
Her brows raised at his order. "I dare not attack you, my Lord."
"It is not an attack if I sanctioned it." he smiled a little. "Besides, it will take much more than a staff to injure me."
She sat there motionless, knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to hurt him if she died trying. Still it didn't feel right.
"Take it from me or I will use it against you."
A ball of fire suddenly emanated from the staff, hurling towards her with a mighty speed. With a split second to spare she was able to stop it with her mind, barely an inch from her face. She pushed it aside with a thought and it dissolved in air.
"Pry it away from me... otherwise you shall receive another one."
She concentrated. Her mind was able to move the tip of his heqa staff.
"Focus. Focus harder." he instructed.
The weapon moved slightly in Magnus grip.
"Should I tell Hathor how lousy a teacher he is? I don't think he would appreciate that."
With that a spark of light appeared, coming at her so quickly she almost was not able to deflect it, save for a quick shield. She fell backwards at the impact, but quickly sat back up to perform the task he set upon her.
"Take it."
The staff shook harder. Magnus held on to it but then he felt his fingers one by one being pried open. He felt his thumb twisting a direction it was not supposed to go and with that the weapon released itself from his grip.
"I apologize, my Lord." she said as the object landed in her hand.
"There is no need." he replied mentally with a smile, though he had to admit his joint hurt very minimally with her actions. "Now throw it back."
Karimah tossed the Primarch's weapon swiftly at his direction.
He vanished.
The entire room went pitch black.
She looked around, her eyesight defying her of anything discernable. No sounds could she detect with her ears attuned. Hathor did this to her numerous times before when they did mental exercises, and she sat still, remembering what he had told her to do. She closed her eyes, attempting to see with her mind's eye what her physical eyes cannot detect.
Focus, he had said. Draw from the aether. Try to see with your mind.
Karimah took a deep breath.
Clear yourself of any fears, any distractions.
For a solid ten minutes all she could feel was her own breathing.
She felt a solid mass bump upon her arm.
Thump.
She kept her eyes closed.
Another one. This time by her back. It felt rather sharp.
See without eyesight. Hear without sound.
She fell back as she felt a violent tug on her ponytail. But her back did not land on solid ground.
Her eyelids flew open, and a frightening sight appeared before her.
Daemons.
Creatures that had called the aether home, and feasted upon anyone foolish enough to enter.
A sea of them.
Circling her. How many were there? Seven? Ten? She could not tell. They appeared as a parody of ravenous predators of Old Terra. Malicious, vile, creatures. Sharp teeth. Long tongues. Eyes burning with fire. Claws. Misshapen bodies. She tried to back up as they seemed to come closer. The creatures gibbered something in all pitches of sound as they surrounded her, and others appeared from cracks in reality and began dancing amongst the chamber.
She could not move.
She closed her eyes again. This is not real. This is a trick. The aether decieves you! They are but illusions.
"Argh!" she pulled her arm back as one of them scratched her. Her eyes opened instinctively to the pain and she saw blood and clawmarks on her right arm. She had not so much as moved as another one sank its teeth unto her leg. "No! Get away!" she felt the sweat pour down her forehead as she reached with her injured hand, zapping the malevolent spirit with lightning.
She was floating in a deep, swirling void. Magnus was nowhere to be seen. She felt the currents tugging at her in all directions and monsters headed her direction. She felt as though she was in no control over her body.
Focus. She said to herself. This is not real.
They came at her.
Karimah drew from within, trying to get to her feet and regain her balance. She was able to pull out a shockwave of lightning, scattering them around her and hitting the wayward spirits. They screeched, as they burned from her spell, bursting, exploding and scattering about. Whence once disintegrated another one took its place, and another...and yet another.
No! She cried out as they piled on her, pulling, clawing, slashing. Help me! She burst forth a kine shield, channeling all her energies as it wrapped around her to protect her and dispell the beasts that surrounded her. She lost footing again and felt herself tumbling helplessly in the Great Ocean as more creatures appeared from the void . She paused as she hit a solid object. Its arm wrapped around her shoulders, stopping her descent into a bottomless abyss.
She struggled against it, thinking it was another creature that intended to hurt her.
"Be still."
Lord Magnus.
He held her tightly against him, as he raised his hand to stop the onslaught of daemons, blasting them away with a magnificent fire from his khapesh. She buried her face in his chest as he floated away with her, far from the ravaging monstrosities of the immaterium.
She raised her head to see if the danger has abated.
Magnus disappeared.
She was in the darkness, her feet now feeling solid floor. She could see nothing, hear nothing, and she stumbled as she ran into the pitch black space, sweat profusely dripping down her face as she had her hands forward, trying to feel anything that would make sense.
"Help me." she turned her head, expecting to see monsters pursuing her. "Help me!"
She tripped. Karimah felt a set of strong arms catch her before she hit the ground. With that, a flicker of light came on from a short distance, illuminating the figure who cushioned her fall.
"My Lord." she spoke in between breaths. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...I..."
"Hush." he spoke as he held her in his massive arms. "It's alright. The beasts are gone."
She covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a cry of relief. She leaned her head forward against the Primarch's undressed chest, finding comfort in his strength. "Apologies my Lord," she spoke as she composed herself. "I didn't mean to panic." Realizing she was holding on to him quite tightly, the Prosperine Remembrancer blushed and excused herself, as the Primarch helped her get back on her feet.
This. This was what held her back. Magnus realized now.
She had tried to see through the darkness using the power of the aether, as Hathor Maat had taught her. But in the process she ended up losing herself in the tide of the Great Ocean. She crossed it without conscious knowledge and without proper restraint. The monstrosities had been drawn to her like a beacon of light and had attacked her.
For as inexperienced as she was dealing with the Great Ocean, Karimah Tahrik could traverse it easily. Too easily. Almost like it was second nature. When she transitioned from her corporeal body to the aether she didn't exert half as much effort as even his Astartes. The problem lay therein that she could not control it and she was easy prey for those who do know how to manage their presence in the immaterium.
That's what she was afraid of. This was her irrational fear.
Magnus felt he can help her with that immensely.
The other question was how she could do it in the first place? Was it something she was born with?
Mysteries that needed to be investigated. Querries that needed answers. This was beyond the level of any of his captains, even Ahzek Ahriman.
She was clearly shaken, visibly trembling and pallid. The woman has had enough, Magnus decided.
"The evening meal beckons." he spoke as he put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Come join me."
They were silent as he led her out the training facility.
"The wards," were the first words out of her mouth as she overcame the shock. "How did the creatures pass through the wards?"
"I do not know at this time," Magnus let out a heavy sigh. "It is a conversation I must have with my Father for a later time. I apologize that I put you in any danger, but you handled yourself well. This test was a test of initiative, and how well you harnessed your power under pressure in the face of the unknown. I am satisfied that you will now begin your true training under my tutelage, Karimah Tahrik."
"You mean I didn't fail?" she murmured, having difficulty finding her voice after the whole ordeal.
"On the contrary, you passed and rather well. Aside from some… minor collateral damage." he said. The lights now fully back on, showed the hall's interior was a wreck. It would have to be closed to properly repair. "You were in no danger, at first. The illusions you first encountered were apportions conjured by me. A bit too convincing, I might add. However, when you crossed into the aether they attracted more...malevolent beings."
"I see." her voice was racked of guilt and residual fear.
He smiled at her, despite this. "By the time you are learned from me, these spirits will fear your very presence instead."
"Thank you, my Lord."
As they walked towards the path that lead to the main dining hall, Karimah noted that the Primarch's arm was still rested upon her shoulders.
She didn't say a word and simply smiled to herself.
She was going to train with the Primarch. She wasn't sure if she wanted to jump for joy or roll into a ball of anxiety.
The primarch closed his eyes, concentrating. She followed suit. Slowly they left their corporeal bodies behind, and though it was more difficult for her to do so, his psychic strength aided her in their joint endeavor. Rapidly they dissipated into the air, rematerializing later in a parallel universe where their physical differences mattered none.
"Where were we?" Magnus asked as they reappeared in a room very similar where they were, except this place was not accessible to anyone without psychic gifts.
"You were in the middle of pleasing me." Karimah replied.
"Or were you in the middle of pleasing me?" the Primarch retorted.
"Both." she said as she released herself from his embrace. They had reappeared in a parallel dimension, still in tub with its fragrant waters that were now overflowing. With a flicker Magnus evaporated half of its contents away, the water now barely covering his thighs as he sat.
She resumed her position between his open legs. Their transition didn't seem to affect his arousal as it was still at the vertical angle. She sat on his lap, her back to him and her vision focused on his turgid shaft.
A corner of her mouth lifted as she took it with her two hands and started to pump him. Up. Down. Vigorously. Gripping firmly as though she was attempting to make him climax with her hands.
It felt so good it was almost painful.
The Primarch's face contorted in blissful agony as she did.
"Stop." he uncharacteristically pleaded.
"And I should do that because..."
"Please."
Instead of complying, she bent over and took him in her mouth.
Inch by inch she took him in, deep in her throat. She could feel him squirm as she did. She slid her tongue across every part of him, gently sucking his cock as she descended. She felt him reach for the cheeks of her buttocks, squeezing hard as she made her progress. Once she hit the hilt, she pulled him quickly out of her mouth, making it almost pop towards the end.
He gasped, as though trying to take in air when she did that. His fingers dug deep in the flesh of her ass, as though acknowledging the intensity of what she just did.
"You vile temptress..." he spoke through gritted teeth. But the Primarch could not finish his sentence as she slid his erection into her soft, warm mouth again. "Ahhh..."
Hathor Maat was a bit disappointed when he had foud out he was losing his student. He had to admit she was always a breath of fresh air to him, however it did earn him a myriad of teasing from his fellow captains.
"Sorry, my brother. But you are no match for a Primarch." Khalophis shook his head in mock regret. "I told you to brush your teeth more often."
"And floss." Phosis T'kar added. "Or dye your hair red."
"It was fun while it lasted." Hathor sighed, ignoring his fellow Astartes' barbs. "I just hope she makes it out alive and sane."
No words could be truer, as Karimah found out. Training under Magnus the Red was significantly more difficult than with the Pavoni captain. He was stricter, more disciplined, and pushed her to her very limit. Her training sessions were not as frequent, as the Primarch was occupied with many other things, but for the most part they occurred before the evening meal. It could range from an hour to four hours and no matter how long it was she was drained by the very end. He delved deeper into the things that Hathor Maat taught her. He made her read more books, move larger objects, alter her biology and communicate mentally in the midst of the worst distractions. The only thing he had not pressed as much was the transmission of her non-corporeal form into the Great Ocean.
"That will be last." he had said. "I will not throw you unto the lions until I know you can defeat them."
After each session he would invite her to sit with him during supper. Magnus usually dined with the captains of his Fellowship, although on several occassions she would be his only company. It was during these times that he would tell her stories. Of the empire, the Great Crusade, of the events in Prospero during her absence, tales of his brothers...all to which she would turn a keen ear to. She had always found the Emperor of Mankind and his sons a fascinating group, and had read plenty of stories about them. This time she was getting first hand information.
"If we have the chance to run into my brothers I will introduce you to them." the Primarch said as he took another bite of the roasted meat he was served for that night. "Is there anyone in particular you wish to meet?"
"Lord Horus Lupercal." she replied quickly as she spread butter on a slice of the warm bread. "I find him an interesting person."
A smirk appeared on the corner of Magnus' mouth. "The only thing Horus has over me is his extra eye."
"I didn't mean to offend you, my Lord." she took his comment seriously, to which the Primarch responded with a bellowing laugh.
"I jest, Mistress Tahrik." he dismissed her worried look. "I have been training you for over six months now, you should know that I bear no jealousy towards my brother."
"Apologies, my Lord."
"Magnus." he corrected. "You needn't be so formal around me in these circumstances." He paused to take a drink on his wine glass before he spoke again. "What about your family?"
"What about them?" she asked.
"You never seem to mention them? Well...not much. You said you have your parents and a brother."
"Yes." she replied. "My father is of noble birth. He was as a scribe in Tizca. My mother is also of nobility, jewelry making is her industry. And my brother...he is ill at the moment, but he has a family of his own. A wife, and two sons, twins in fact."
"Do you have children as well?"
"No my ...I mean, Magnus." it felt strange to her to call him by name. "I am...incapable of bearing children." she made it sound as it was not a big deal. "Marcus...my then husband...his family was not too thrilled about not having grandchildren by him since he was an only child."
"I didn't mean to pry." Magnus retracted.
"It's no big secret." it was her turn to dismiss his apology. "They weren't happy about him bringing home a young bride from Prospero in the first place."
"Did they know of your abilities?"
"They never acknowledged it, but I suspect they knew." she explained as she dove into her meal with gusto. "My powers weren't too grandiose, but over the years I began to lose my handle on them. It was becoming more and more difficult to conceal. So I decided to return home to Prospero, where I am but one of a million psykers and need not worry about being an outcast." she continued to speak. "And since I heard about this expedition, I figured, why not? Use my knowledge to do something valuable, have some adventures, and at some point return home."
"Have you no fear of dying in the battlefield?"
"Marcus had always told me- better to die doing something worthwhile, than to live in banal existence." she smiled at the mention of her spouse.
That would explain her candor in their campaigns, Magnus thought. She always volunteered to be in the front of the line, and became an unofficial protector of her fellow Remembrancers from dangerous assignments. Then and there he felt admiration for her. "And what does your former husband say about your current...situation?"
She shrugged. "I would not know, my Lord. I cannot read the thoughts of the deceased."
"Oh."
The Primarch had not been aware that the Remembrancer was a widow. He was under the impression she was separated.
"Marcus served in the Imperial Army. He died during a battle with the greenskin, about two years after we were wed." she relayed. "After that...I stayed on Terra. Decided to pursue my interests, became a scholar and a professor. I debated on going back home to Prospero, for as well as I have adapted to Terra. But as I mentioned, I was losing grip on my psyker abilities...so here I am."
"Well I'm glad you are here with me...and the Thousand Sons." he said at last. "You will never have to worry about your gifts here."
"Thank you, my Lord."
"One of these days I will rid you of calling me that." he lectured in humor as he had motioned for their finished meal to be taken away. He held out his hand for her to stand up which she took without hesitation. He escorted her to the door before he spoke up again. "I have nothing on my agenda tonight, Mistress Tahrik." he announced. "Would you care to join me in a scientific endeavor?"
The very thought intrigued her. "How can I refuse such an endearing request?"
"I will meet you at the Observatory in two hours." he said as he led her out of the dining room.
"See you then, My Lord."
"Magnus."
"Yes...Magnus."
Karimah was having to much amusement as his expense as she played deaf to his pleas of ceasing her assault. She momentarily paused when she felt his fingers rubs the moist lips of her sex. He was clearly trying to get back at her for teasing him so. She moaned as she felt his fingers penetrate her, infiltrating deep into her warm, moisture. Her lower lips contracted in response to his stimulation, making her body tingle with delight.
She slowly pulled his hardened shaft out of her mouth, turning her head towards him and lusciously licking her lips. "Have you had enough yet?"
He growled.
Before she could tease him further he lunged at her, picking her up, fllipping her over and carrying her out of the tub. Karimah reflexively wrapped her legs around his waist as he stood. He marched towards the closest wall, pushed her against it and without warning penetrated her with his erection. He plunged deep into her, the initial entry making her cry with impact. He rubbed his chest against hers, her tight nipples tickling him. Through gritted teeth he growled, and started thrusting into her. She held on to his shoulders as he moved his hips back and forth.
"Magnus..."
"Karimah..." he spoke through his tensed jaw as he kept plunging his shaft into the hot, tight receptacle between her legs. Her warm juices flowed out with every push. Her muscles contracted with each entry and exit that he performed. She clung to him for dear life as exquisite sensations flowed throughout her stimulated body. His massive hands cupped her buttocks as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. Her vaginal walls squeezed his hardened length, as though it wanted to devour him.
"Oh...oh...Magnus...I..." she bit his shoulder as she felt her orgasm burst from within and spreading through every inch of her body. Her teeth sank into the meat of his flesh as she cried out. He was not far behind her, as she felt his warm essence spurt into her so vigorously, the excess dripping to the inside of her thighs. His face was buried in her hair and she felt him grunt his release. She fell limp against him as her climax subsided, Magnus still holding her tight. He took her into his arms and carried her back to bed where he laid her and he followed suit.
He drew her as close as possible to his still wet body.
"We're going to get the bed wet." she murmured softly as she snuggled against his chest.
"So?" he kissed the top of her head. "I can dry you up with my tongue...just say the word."
She giggled before slapping the side of this thigh where she had her leg draped. "You're such a pervert."
"Said the one who corrupted me into her bed." he pointed out.
"Hey! You weren't exactly dragged into it kicking and screaming." she stuck out the tip of her tongue.
"I would like to think I put up a bit of resistance."
"Only because you were worried Amon would catch you."
"Catch...us."
Karimah was rather giddy at the thought. She had not the slightest idea what the Primarch had in store for them at this "scientific endeavor" but she was excited nonetheless. So excited that she could not decide what to wear, as she had showered and discarded the outfit she had worn all day and to dinner earlier. A bevy of clothes were scattered all over her bed. Dresses. Pants. Blouses. Tunics. Deciding she was never going to make up her mind, she closed her eyes and pulled out a random piece of clothing. It was a white kalasiris, a dress she had owned when she still lived in Prospero. She slipped it over her head, wondering if she had put weight on that was going to make it look awkward on her.
She looked in the mirror. The simple sheath dress fit her well, having a soft, stretchable fabric that clung to her every bump and curve. Along its neckline were embedded amber crystals that seemed to make her complexion glow and complemented her family necklace.
"Not too shabby." she observed, even noting that the dress looked rather flattering on her. Deciding she had little time left to make it to the meeting place, she let her long hair flow freely on her back, as opposed to braiding it as she usually did. She took off in a huff to meet the Primarch.
Magnus was already there when she arrived, and she felt somewhat foolish on keeping him waiting.
"I arrived early on purpose." he said before she could mutter an apology. He wanted to scold her for being contrite all the time, as he saw no reason to be. One of these days...
She did smile at him, however, that he did like. He found her more attractive when her face lit up like this. The Remembrancer was also always jovial and polite. Whether she was rummaging the battle ruins for artifacts, rescuing her fellow remembrancers from an interplantery predator or putting up with the debauchery of his Fellowship captains, she always had a positive attitude. He liked that too.
He made a rapid visual sweep of her appearance as she stepped into the room. Karimah had a figure-flattering kalasiris on, a very common type of women's clothing on Prospero. The gems on the dress sparkled like her eyes did, and her family pendant kept its place around her neck. Her long, raven locks were hung loosely on her back today, unlike the dozen other times she had it in a braid or in a bun. It made her look younger than she was. The Primarch wondered if she had dressed nicely on intention.
"You look quite fetching, my Lord." she spoke in sincere admiration, breaking his train of thought.
"Thank you." he acknowledged. He had put on a light tunic of the finest weave, embellished in gold and without sleeves, the fabric enhancing the appearance of his toned physique. He had his red hair neatly tucked in multiple weaves. The Primarch always strived to look his best, though hearing the compliment from his student managed to draw a silly grin to his lips.
Karimah turned away before the Primarch could detect the adulation in her aura. Or at least that what she hoped. She moved towards the center of the observatory where there was a perfect view of the outer space and its billions of stars. "What scientific endeavor are we engaging in, my Lord?"
Magnus placed his hands on his hips. "I had thought about your experience in the Great Ocean and how you feared those creatures that dwell there."
She raised her brow. By the throne, she hoped they were not going to travel there this instant.
"Yes. I am not a fan, unfortunately." she admitted.
"So I figured, perhaps we can teach you to get acclimated to entities from the immaterium." he spoke, and with a motion of his hand, he summoned a tutelary.
Karimah stepped back as a fiery eagle made its apperance before her.
"This is a tutelary." Magnus explained. "Or a familiar, as what they label it in Terra. They come in a wide variety of shapes and sizes, and can have a wide array of abilities upon which their masters can call in the service of research, defence, spellcasting, and more. It's technically a friend you may create."
She looked warily at the bird. She had seen the captains of the Fellowships have these with them.
"I will teach you how to conjure one." he said with confidence as he made the eagle vanish with a thought. "Perhaps you can have one at your side for protection."
Karimah nodded. "I am at your behest, my Lord."
The next several hours were spent on the Primarch teaching her, showing her how to summon one and how to bind it to her. It was no easy learning process, she realized after numerous hits and misses. He had been very patient with her, however, and she was more than appreciative of that. At one point she had accidentally summoned a cantankerous, foul-smelling imp that refused to leave, until Magnus had to force back into its homeworld. She expected him to be displeased but all she could hear from him was resounding laughter at the ridiculousness of it.
It was a wonderful sound to hear, she thought. She often seen the serious side of the Prosperan Primarch. This part of him was a rare glimpse of his other side.
"Should we postpone this endeavor for another day, my Lord?" she said, noting the late hour. She thought the Primarch may have other activities for the next day.
"Getting weary of my company now?" he asked, though sounding offended she could tell he was still enjoying watching her mishaps.
"Of course not." she replied earnestly. "Perhaps you are having too much fun with mine."
"Is that such a bad thing?" he stood up from his seated position.
"I did not say it was." she said. "I was merely concerned for your welfare. You need your rest for whatever outings you have for tomorrow."
"I am flattered to see that you care, Mistress Tahrik. But I am fully capable of sleep deprivation for several days." he took several steps closer to her.
"Karimah." she corrected. "If you wish for me to call you Magnus, then I beckon you to call me by my first name as well."
"Karimah." he spoke her name like an enchantment.
She took a deep breath as she noted how close he got to her, noting his masculine scent. She felt tiny goosebumps on her skin. She had not been in this proximity with a man for a long while...well...not a man she was having a growing fondness for, anyway. She looked up, meeting his single eye with its opalescent gaze on her. Aura reading was not her strength and the only thing she could deduce was that he was not displeased with her in the least.
"One more attempt, perhaps." he spoke at last, breaking the growing tension in the air. He took a step back. "Concentrate...and summon."
Somehow him distancing himself provided a relief for the nervous twitch in her stomach whenever he was close. She shifted her thoughts then to the task at hand.
Karimah closed her eyes, focusing, channeling her aetheric energy and summoning a creature of her choice.
Five minutes passed.
Ten.
Fifteen.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Magnus spoke.
She heard a small bark.
A warm, soft tongue, licking her toes.
Her eyes opened as she saw a small dog by her feet. An anubis in energy form, wagging its tail and running circles before her.
"Oh!" was all she could say, as she bent down and petted its head. The merry animal then bolted towards Magnus and jumped into his massive palms. It looked like a dwarf in his hands.
"Have you a fondness for dogs, Karimah?" the Primarch smiled as it started nipping on his thumb.
"Yes, my Lord." she said, glad that her last attempt had been somewhat successful. "I had one in Prospero when I was younger."
The pup barked some more as Magnus put it down, this time dashing towards her and playfully running about. Karimah laughed as it pounced on her and licked her face. However, being a creature of the immaterium all she could feel was the pressure of its tongue, not as much the drool that came with it. "I shall call you Seshat." she declared as she held it dearly. "Like my old pet."
"A fitting name." he agreed.
She put the dog down and it suddenly vanished into thin air, much to her surprise.
"You have not mastered the conjuring enough to keep it long here in realspace." he explained. "But I'm sure you will in no time. With more practice and patience."
The Remembrancer nodded in acknowledgment.
"Meantime, I believe we can call it a night." the Primarch said. "I just recalled that while I am immune to the effects of no rest, you are not."
She agreed and she allowed him to escort her back to her quarters, noting once and again that hand on her shoulders. Not that she minded it. Truth be told she actually like the contact he provided even if it was likely nothing more to him than a gesture of camaraderie.
"Thank you for the wonderful scientific endeavor, Lord Magnus." she said as they stopped in front of her quarters.
"My pleasure." he replied. "It is always rewarding for me to impart knowledge to those who are interested in it."
"And I relish the experience my Lord."
He leaned down closer, narrowing the distance between their faces and speaking in a more hushed volume. "I thought we agreed on what you were going to call me."
His proximity shot her heart rate into overdrive as it palpitated wildly. A mischievous glint was in his eye and then and there she felt that she lost her grip on her self control.
She kissed him.
On the mouth.
It was light. It was brief. And though in real time it probably lasted less than a minute she felt that it was longer than that. The Primarch's lips were pleasantly tender, and while she felt no resistance from him she was rather sure she took him by surprise.
When she pulled away she wasn't quite sure how he was going to react. He stood there, straightening up his posture, no words coming out of his mouth, but out of reflex his had touched the lips that she had bravely kissed but a few moments ago.
"Magnus." she spoke to break the disconcerting silence. "I am to call you Magnus."
"Yes." he said, still appearing a little thrown off by her actions. "I would...prefer that...Karimah."
When he said nothing, she opened the door to her quarters and slipped inside. "Good night...Magnus." she muttered. "I...I'm sorry for my..brazen actions."
He finally looked up. "Are you?" he inquired, fingers still on his mouth. "I was hoping you weren't." This time it was her who was taken back. "Good night, Karimah. I will see you on the morrow. I have books for your learning."
With out another word, he turned about and walked away.
"Is that such a bad thing?" she murmured, as the lull of sleep began to come over her. The Primarch's chest where she laid her head often was always a source of comfort for her after their sinful endeavors.
"They will never speak ill of me." he said as he nuzzled the top of her head. The subtle fragrance of her hair never failed to entice him. "It is you I worry about. I do not wish others to think unwell of you."
She raised her head but slightly, just enough to meet the tender concern in his solitary gaze." Whom? Your other lovers?" she chuckled lightly. "I think I can hold my own against your other psyker admirers for as well as you have taught me." she laughed harder when she saw his uncharacteristic scowl. "What? I suspect you keep them satisfied enough that they have no desire to claw my eyes out...yet."
His palm was rested on her naked bottom, and Karimah flinched when the Primarch slapped her rear end, then squealing when he clutched at it with his large hand. He proceeded to move above her, trapping her giggling form between his massive arms.
"You will pay for your insolence, woman." a corner of his mouth lifted. She could not contain her amusement when he started nibbling on her neck and collarbone, knowing the precise spots where she was most sensitive and inducing her to laugh mirthlessly. She tried in vain to escape his teasing mouth, pushing him away with what strength she had left...which, quite honestly, not much.
"Just so you know I'm not the jealous type." she finally was able to speak after catching her breath. Magnus had at this point, began to move downwards, his lips tracing a lazy path towards her midsection.
"As you should." he had apparently kept his word earlier, ridding her skin of the droplets of water that remained of their bath, with the gentle, teasing motions of his tongue. "You have no competition, Karimah Tahrik." he spoke in between kisses.
"How...reassuring...mmmmhhh..." she whimpered as her thoughts began to muddle. Magnus had reached the soft, warm area between her legs. His hands holding her thighs apart, his face burying itself in her throbbing, wet warmth. "By the thrones...haaaaah."
She shifted restlessly as he put his warm tongue across her lower lips, teasing, tasting, slowly delving deep into her moist recesses. The Primarch knew exactly where her trigger points were for as often as he indulged in them, and with every pressure he applied to them she thrashed in ecstasy.
Karimah was beside herself as Magnus ate her out. He flicked his playful tongue on the throbbing nub of her clit, sending currents of excitement through every fiber of her being. When he introduced a finger inside her, its motions mimicking the movements of his tongue, she lost it.
Completely.
Karimah screamed as she came, her essence spilling like a bursting dam upon the Primarch's mouth. He lapped at her hungrily, enthusiastically, as her orgasm upon orgasm racked her supple body. Magnus withdrew from her belly, positioning himself above her as he knelt. He lifted her quivering hips and aimed his now awakened arousal between them. He plunged into her. Quick. Hard. Powerful. He rammed into her with sudden, thrusting motions, burying as far as he could reach into her womb.
"M-Ma-Mag..nus..."
His jaw tensed, the corded muscles on his neck strained, his lower abdomen tightened as he felt his climax come on. With a howl he erupted inside her, releasing his warm essence into his lover as he kept pounding her unto the bed. His knuckles turned white, his fingers making marks on her soft flesh as he gripped her. Karimah moved restlessly as she savored his pleasure almost as it was her own.
Magnus shuddered as he finished, his hold on her legs wavering. He collapsed forward, using his elbows to hold himself up so he didn't crush her with his weight. Karimah cradled his face against hers, kissing him gently on the cheek as he began to fade into exhaustion.
"Ba hebak..."
Author Notes: 1/28/17
I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.
Thanks be to my dear friend The New Mandalord for helping me with the lore.
Read, review, critique but not troll.
Chapter 3 coming up...soon, I hope.