Author's note. This is DoD Part 2. It's been a while since I updated this story but I'm back into the swing of it again so hopefully gaps between updates won't be as long. I hope you all enjoy it, please let me know :).

Also big thanks to fjltbh for basically writing sex scene and letting me tweak it to fit my style. I don't usually write that kind of thing but felt it was needed to cement the love between Damasious and Mira. So I asked her to share her experience with me.

UPDATE: The Sex scene has been tweaked and extended to fit my original plan, its slightly more graphic and hopefully a little more intense. WARNING: scene now contains brief urination towards the end. If you read Realm of Madness you'll remember this was briefly hinted at in the flash back between Damasious and Kai, its something I chose to include originally as it added to the feeling of sin the two felt when they first realised they were in love. Well Mira is more than happy to indulge her lovers fetish too.

Anyway, enjoy. Part 3 is in the works.


Chapter 2.

Damasious stood in her chambers as she stared down through the view port at the planet below; her elevated position of Celestian granting her larger quarters with a view port as opposed to being tucked away in the bowls of the ship as watched as a fleet of Imperial ships emerged from the warp on the opposite side of the planet. Sacranium was saved. In theory at least. From here she saw only the brief pin pricks of light flicker and die as the massive vessels slid into real space but she knew who they were, Imperial Guard sent to keep the peace while Sacranium rebuilt itself from the ashes of invasion and war. The planetwould continue to exist thanks to Damasious and her Battle Sisters but would it recover? What possible chance was there for the people to live normal lives once more? This was the part of war Damasious never saw, the aftermath. When her Bolter had cooled and Storm Fang's bloodlust quenched, The Silent Sister would turn and leave to move on to the next warzone, and the next. She had seen people's homes destroyed, families torn apart but never stayed to witness the lasting damage it caused.

That thought pushed a memory to the surface though only for a brief moment, of her parents and the day they died. It was gone before she'd even registered it had been there. Damasious had always dwelled on the past, her losses and pain had driven her for years, keeping her alive, yet killing her all the same. Still, there was only one memory she had truly buried, one she never wished to relive. The day she had been orphaned. She knew nothing of that day, only the ones that followed. Perhaps that was how everyone coped? They buried their pain. Damasious sighed, she glanced down at her forearm and the black leather bracer that covered the name scarred into her wrist. She was no longer fuelled by sorrow but she still had secrets. She still had permanent damage.

"All hands, prepare for warp transit." An amplified voice filtered through the speaker in the corner of her ceiling.

Damasious turned from the window as a shutter began to descend over it and shield her eyes from the turmoil of the warp. Save the bracer, the Silent Sister wore nothing but her skin and steam still rose in light coils from her body as she moved. Upon returning to the Fidem et Ignis she had cleansed herself thoroughly in piping hot water until the stink of Xenos blood had been utterly destroyed. she gazed around her chambers, it was bigger than her previous quarters, this was only highlighted further by the sparseness of her possessions. Her bed together with its silken sheets, a desk littered with scriptures and books, with a mirror above it, a small marble statue of Saint Katharine surrounded by incense sticks and candles, and the cabinet in which Storm Fang was housed. Damasious refused to leave him in the armoury, she needed him within reach at all times. There had been only one addition to her little collection, an armour cabinet in which sat her old black suit of power armour. At the time Damasious had taken the rank of Celestian she had been issued new suit befitting of her status. This coincided with Canoness Allria announcement of a change to the colour of her Preceptory's armour and heraldry in remembrance to her predecessor, Canoness Audeniana. Damasious had witnessed Audeniana die and felt the new crimson scheme was actually a move on Allria's part to help her Sisters forget they ever had another Canoness. Damasious had thus chosen to keep her Sister Militant armour black as a reminder of her own.

The Silent Sister felt the familiar lurch in her stomach as the Fidem et Ignis exited real space and jumped into the warp, its destination a Cardinal world called Nidus. It was the Battle Sisters home, technically. Damasious and her Sisters had spent most of their childhood and early adult lives there before they had become Sisters Militant. A small part of Damasious was excited to return, to see the gorgeous green oceans from orbit, feel the warm touch of its air upon her flesh and marvel at the continent sized Cathedrals that dominated ninety percent of its landmass. It had been years since they had returned to Nidus. More importantly the time there would give her and Mira more privacy than they were afforded aboard the Fidem.

As if on cue Damasious heard her door hiss open and she turned to regard the robed figure that slipped inside, her fingers touching the locking mechanism as it clicked shut behind her. She dropped the hood of her heavy black robes and grinned.

"I see you were expecting me." Mira remarked, an eyebrow rising as she took in Damasious naked form. Her eyes lingered on a few of the fresh scars that lined the Silent Sisters flesh but she said nothing else.

Damasious felt butterflies in her stomach at seeing her lovers smile again. A year had passed since Mira had admitted feelings for Damasious and in that time the Silent Sister had fallen for her and fallen hard.

Mira was as beautiful as ever in Damasious eyes, her pale skin decorated with a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She had a mischievous and warm smile with a pixyish nose and eyes that were grey like rolling storm clouds. Her hair was a fiery orange and made up in a style she had adopted a few months prior. Now a single skull plait lined each side of her head, a purity seal woven through it, the rest of her hair swept back to spill down between her shoulder blades.

Damasious smirked opening her arms, her expression questioning.

Mira laughed, "Yes I am impressed." She replied without having been asked anything.

As her namesake suggested Damasious the Ever Silent did not speak, Mira had never heard her voice in all the time she had know her, in fact there was no one left alive who had heard Damasious actually speak in anything other than roars of anger and battle hungry howls. Despite this Mira had told Damasious not to break her Oath and never once complained, in fact Mira did not need to hear Damasious speak to know what she was thinking. A look was all Mira needed from her lover and she would reply as if having a normal conversation. It was strange at first for Damasious. She had found Mira's ability to read her expressions so clearly a little disturbing but in time she had been grateful for it. However there were some things Damasious wished she could say aloud and she wondered how long Mira would be willing to live with her silence.

"What exactly are you expecting of me?" Mira asked sitting down on the bed and lounging against the wall, a pillow propped at her back.

Damasious rolled her eyes and leapt to straddle the red head, lifting her wrists to pin them against the wall, her expression one of deep lust .

"I love you too." Mira said, leaning up to kiss The Silent Sister.

They did not part for several minutes, Damasious relished every second, she had missed the touch of Mira's lips, her scent, the warmth of her flesh. Eventually Mira broke away, wrestling Damasious from her lap and rising from the bed once more. With a coy smile splitting her lips Mira slowly began to remove her robe.

Damasious watched Mira with a contented smile on her face. She had suffered a lot in her life and would likely suffer a lot more before her days finally came to an end. Yet here in the privacy of her quarters with this beautiful woman before her, she realised that there was no one who had ever made her happier than she felt right now. Even Kai, the very reason she was the Ever Silent, despite everything, despite the pain and suffering Damasious had endured when she had lost her, despite the love she had felt for her, she had never filled Damasious' heart with the light and hope that Mira did. The realisation of it, all the happiness and contentment and belonging that clawed at her behind her skin in that moment, all of that just made keeping silent all the more difficult. she just wanted to blurt out everything, tell Mira that she loved her with her own voice. Yet she knew she wouldn't, couldn't that despite it all Mira would not allow her to break an oath.

A quiet growl drew her attention away from her thoughts as the flame haired sister let her robes fall to the floor in a rustle of heavy fabric. She wore nothing beneath and Damasious drank in her near flawless skin, the subtle outline of muscle in her abdomen, the smooth curve of her hip. The Silent Sister took Mira by the waist pulling her closer, placing a kiss just above her navel before drawing back to reacquaint herself with the woman in her arms. Her eyes fell naturally to the black rose beautifully inked onto her hip just above where her hands rested. Her thumb brushed lightly, almost reverently against its outline, her hand moving to trace the vines that twisted intricately upwards leading the way to a second rose adorning her ribs and further to one that bloomed on her right shoulder blade. Her touches were feather light, fingertips dancing paths over her sensitive flesh, calling forth goose bumps as her hand threaded up to cradle her nape. She laid light, fleeting kisses upon her flesh, content for now to simply hold her close, to feel the warmth of her flesh upon her own. Mira's hand weaved its way into her hair applying subtle pressure eliciting her to face her once more. Their eyes met as Mira's other hand came to brush across the rose on her cheek before dipping lower to swipe across her lower lip in a slow evocative caress. Damasious' tongue flicked out instinctually tracing the path of the retreating appendage, her eyes dancing with lust. The hand that had been anchored to Mira's hip squeezed a little tighter her thumb dipping down, gently caressing the edges of a rare scar. Mira had suffered only minor wounds during her service, a few grazes from hard shot, shrapnel in the thigh and a las burn on her left shoulder; but nothing to the extent Damasious had received. In a way that made her scars worse in Damasious eyes, that there could be anything capable of marring such perfection as Mira was a crime of the most serious nature. The Silent Sister had already made an inward promise not to see her lover hurt again.

Damasious felt Mira's fingers tighten in her hair pulling gently before scratching teasingly from the nape of her neck and across her scalp. The Silent Sister shuddered, her breath escaping in one ragged exhale. She allowed her own nails to press against the flame haired sisters skin letting them scrape down over her hips and thighs agonisingly slow, leaving red trails against her pale flesh. Damasious found purchase with her teeth and nipped at Mira's tattoos, her tongue flicking out to leave small wet patches that tickled when the cool air touched them. Mira's mouth parted as a soft moan reverberated in her throat, her hands tightening as she held onto Damasious' head, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as her eyes slid shut. Damasious switched her right hand to Mira's inner thigh, her left snaking upwards to caress the soft flesh above. She trailed her tongue from the red heads navel down to her pelvis but stopped short of its desired destination. Mira moaned in frustrated lust but Damasious only smiled cheekily letting her hand stroke up Mira's thigh a little higher until her finger tips found the wet heat she knew had been building. She allowed Mira only a moment of what she desired, feeling the woman push down against her palm as she slipped her fingers inside, her breathing becoming deeper. Damasious revelled in her reactions, loving the feeling of soft delicate flesh tense against her fingers, of knowing that Mira wanted her, she loved unravelling her, seeing her come undone beneath her hands. Placing a soft kiss to her inner thigh she drew away, she couldn't let herself get carried away just yet, she wanted, needed this to be more than that. She pried herself off her lover, drawing back to the far side of the bed in one fluid motion. She fixed Mira with an intense stare and slowly began to lick her glistening fingers clean, enjoying the taste she had been missing since the campaign on Sacranium had started.

"Oh that's how it's going to be?" Mira asked sliding across the silken sheets.

Damasious offered her hand and Mira took it, licking away the last remnants of her excitement.

"I've waited for months to have you back in bed!" The red head explained casually as she pinned Damasious' wrists to the sheets. "You're not getting away that easy."

The Silent Sister snapped her jaws playfully but it was Mira who sank her teeth into Damasious' lip, hard enough to draw the coppery taste of blood. Moaning quietly the red head tugged one of the Silent Sisters lip rings and Damasious grinned seeing the intensity in her lovers eyes. She was going to make Damasious pay for teasing her, the thought brought butterflies to her stomach and a desperate ache deep inside. Finally Mira let go of the ring and instead sank her teeth into the Silent Sisters neck, Damasious gasped, her hips rising in clear need but Mira pushed her back down pinning her between her thighs. The red head kissed along Damasious collar bone, occasionally nipping and forcing sharp breaths to escape her lips. Eventually she found the metal bar that adorned Damasious right breast. The Silent Sister chewed her bloodied lip and moaned quietly feeling Mira's tongue softly caressing the metal and the skin around it. When teasing Mira, Damasious was already overcome with desire but now she was in dire need for her lovers touch. It would take little effort on Mira's part to bring an explosive end to the proceedings but Damasious had made the mistake of teasing her and now Mira was making her wait.

Nails sank into her ribs and dragged down; Damasious moaned wordlessly arching her back in response. Even though her hands were free, she dared not move them lest she incur further punishment and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out as it was.

Her compliance drew a pleased rumble from the redhead the sound hot across her chest a prelude to the sharpness that followed as Mira took the bar between her teeth and pulled sharply. Pleasure flared outwards from the source of the pain, intensifying the feeling as her back arched, chasing the touch. Damasious could feel the smirk against her skin as those beautiful lips withdrew, denying her the touches she craved. They hovered just out of reach teasingly hot, moist breath fanning over the abused peak. After a few beats a warm wetness engulfed the area, Mira's tongue flicking roughly, before her lips pulled teasingly in mimicry of what she knew her partner desired. A hand drew up her torso all blunt nails and rough fingertips dragging over her abdominals in a steady path until it captured her other breast giving it a harsh squeeze. The ministrations continued in this agonising way, keeping the Silent Sister enraptured but nowhere near enough. Damasious arms tensed, fighting to keep them from touching, from taking back control as Mira's free hard drew up, smoothing a path over the tense muscle, nails caressing up her forearm leaving burning trails in their wake before clasping their hands together and squeezing. In the same moment teeth returned to her nipple as fingers pinched at the other harshly. A lupine growl was ripped from Damasious by the action as her body flooded with heat under the sharp nips and tugs, twists and pinches that the redhead let loose upon her.

Then Mira was moving again, her mouth biting a trail down the taught plains of Damasiou' stomach, all teeth and tongue and desperation, until she settled over her heat. Damasious drowned in the pleasure, this is what she had craved for weeks, the reaffirmation of their bond , the white-hot passion burning her to the core breaking her apart and rebuilding her, the cracks filled in with little pieces of her love and making her that much closer to whole. Her body convulsed her hands breaking free of their self-imprisonment to claw at her lover's shoulders to hold on as her world shuck, Mira's soft tongue finding all the places she needed to be caressed. Her breathing was heavy adrenaline coursing through her veins and she felt even more alive than she did on the battlefield, she could feel the waves of pleasure building to a finish and her body ached to let loose but she restrained it. With practiced ease Damasious hauled the redhead upwards, sliding her leg round for leverage as she flipped them both over to roughly slam her lover back into the bed before accosting her mouth in a demanding kiss. Mira's arms wrapped around her pulling her close, hands raking possessively across her back hard enough to leave angry welts in their wake with blood pricking the surface in places. Damasious growled again her eyes glowing, primal. It only served to incite Mira's own fierce need, her body drawing up to rut against the blunette in need of friction. Their mouths met repeatedly crashing together hard and desperate. Amidst it, all callous fingers found their mark, fondling soft skin once, twice before delving deeper breaching that warm cavern as a cry tore from the redhead her hips canted in her need, powerfully meeting each thrust.

This was Damasious favourite part, not that she didn't enjoy everything about their coupling, but there was something primal about seeing her lover come apart beneath her, by her hand. Through her lust crazed haze she drew back from Mira's mouth letting it part on a moan as her thumb dragged roughly over her sensitive bud enjoying the delicious sensations around her fingers. Those storm grey eyes, half lidded, conveyed so many emotions Damasious was sure were reflected in her own hazel gaze. She leaned down for one last rough kiss before nipping her mouth down over her jaw, her teeth dragging enticingly over the expanse of neck as Mira cocked her head allowing more access. The Silent Sister bit down at the juncture of Mira's shoulder enjoying the gasp she drew in response, pulling and nipping the skin until it was red raw before soothing it with open mouthed kisses and licks. Her tongue dragged down across a collarbone before sinking in her teeth once again in only to hear the wrecked noises of pleasure she was drawing from her partner. Her path continued lower once again down into the valley between those voluptuous mounds. Here she bit and nipped along the sloped curves pointedly ignoring the peaks, her hand still insistent between her legs drawing the redhead that much closer to the edge, Damasious could already feel the first waves of impending climax dripping between her fingers. Mira's own fingers slipped forcefully into Damasious' dark locks, her fingers once more clawing at her scalp shoving her head lower clear in her asking. With a growl, the blunette complied dragging her teeth down the path as she went. Upon reaching her goal she looked up her eyes meeting Mira's, holding her gaze, her tongue coming out teasingly to flick at her enflamed bud before delving in wholeheartedly. The Silent Sister kept her fingers working vigorously desperate to taste the flood of pleasure she knew was coming. Ferociously wordlessly bringing her to her peek and then over the edge, violently forcing heavy moans and shuddering breaths from her partner as her body tensed all hard muscle and heat before a surge of hot liquid spilled across Damasious tongue. Growling in pleasure The Silent Sister slowed her actions as Mira melted into the bed her body falling limp, her breathing shallow and rapid.

Damasious rolled aside, leaving Mira to gasp for breath, her eyes closed. She smiled, enjoying the aftermath of her work. After a few short moments Mira finally opened her eyes, her breathing steady once more.

"Throne I missed you." She whispered.

Damasious reached over to kiss her and felt a palm pressed into her chest. She was forcibly pushed over onto her back and kept there by the weight of Mira's body atop her own.

"We aren't done yet." She grinned, before leaning down to lick what remained of her climax from Damasious lips and cheek.

The Silent Sister knew it would take very little now for Mira to push her over the edge into ecstasy and she looked up at the red head, a desperate pleading look in her eyes. She trailed her fingers down her stomach pushing them into her own warmth, a few quiet gasps of pleasure escaping her lips. Mira watched her lover playing with herself and smiled in amusement.

"That desperate?" She licked her lips.

Damasious nodded, biting her lip and re-opening the small wound Mira had dealt earlier.

"Well don't push yourself to far, I've got something for you first." Mira had settled herself over Damasious so that the Silent Sisters knuckles were brushing against her still glistening heat. She straightened her torso giving the Silent Sister a perfect view of her lithe body, Damasious licked her lips pushing up in a desperate attempt to grind against her lover. Mira closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip. Damasious felt a few drops of something hot and wet slide down her fingers. She withdrew her hand as an explosion of excitement welled up in the pit of her stomach. Mira tensed and began to rotate her hips pouring more liquid amber across her lovers pelvis and stomach. Damasious burned with bliss now, it wasn't often Mira would indulge this particular craving but when she did she never failed to exceed Damasious fantasies. After a few moments Mira stopped, her eyes intense. Damasious stared at her with an expression of the deepest longing.

"I'm not finished," the red head stated with a coy smile.

She turned her body, settling her knees either side of Damasious' head and lowered herself, the Silent Sister lifted her head to taste her lover once again but found her breath escaping her as Mira buried her tongue in Damasious own soft flesh. The Silent Sister shuddered feeling the hot wet appendage caress her perfectly. Her excitement began to build again and Mira must have known it would be mere seconds before Damasious convulsed in ecstasy.

"Open your mouth." She demanded between her the beautiful strokes of her tongue.

Damasious did as she was told and at last was gifted the bitter sweet taste she craved. It was little more than a mouthful but it was enough. Damasious swallowed seconds before her body tensed, fingers gripping the sheets so tightly it hurt. Her teeth clenched and a savage wolfish snarl escaped her lips. She bucked against Mira's open mouth, waves of pleasure coursing through her body. After what felt like an eternity of bliss her body fell limp and the tidal wave became little more than a gentle stream, the occasional aftershock sending shudders through her limbs.

Mira untangled herself and lay beside her satisfied lover.

"I love you." The red head whispered.

Damasious nodded her eyes telling the red head everything her lips could not, she took Mira's cheek in her palm and kissed her softly.

There was no one else she'd rather have been with in that moment. Though both of them knew discovery would be met with severe punishment right then and there Damasious cared little. Throne be demand anyone who tried to separate them. They did their duty as was required and their faith was absolute as it should be. No, Damasious thought as Mira fell asleep beside her, no one would take her away from me. Anyone who tries will die.

Thanixx. One year since the Adepta Sororitas Invasion.

Sister Liltih stalked alone in the upper corridors of the Hive's central spire. Once the seat of government on Thanixx now repurposed for something altogether more debased. Her boots, thickly heeled and heavy, thudded on marble the marble floors. She was armoured to the waist with plates from shin to thigh, each one bright purple and decorated in intricate patterns of swirling, almost liquid looking, silver. Her torso was sheathed in a black leather corset, a line of buckles down each side and the same silver swirls wrapping around from back to front. Her shoulders were bare, her wrists encased in the same style plate as her legs, short, sharp blades jutting over her knuckles. She bore the eight-pointed star tattooed upon her chest. Lilith's knife edged beauty was enhanced somewhat by the violet shade upon her lips and the same colour shadow around her eyes that now raged red in their sockets. Her hair, now black as night, fell loosely about her shoulders in no particular style. She carried both custom Bolt pistols at her hips and a short bladed power sword at her back.

From one room she passed by came moans of pleasure, from another the sound of vomiting and manic laughter. From a third screams of intense, unbridled ecstasy, from yet another, a simple chorus of contented voices and clinking glasses. Liltih walked on by. She saw a small group of naked men emerge from one room, their faces hidden behind grotesque masks, some allowed their gaze to linger longer than she would have liked and her expression became dark, a hiss escaping her lips. They scurried away fearful of their Mistress's chosen and the wrath they may incur. From the room they had exited Liltih caught a few foul scents but ignored it as the norm. After a few minutes, she had left the darkly lit passageways of debauchery and entered a world of sterility and white light. In this corridor, the walls echoed and shook with the sounds of torture and the air was thick, so thick, with the smell of blood and fear. Here were kept those who had displeased her Mistress. Here they met a deserved end at the tip of a scalpel or whatever device the Artists deemed necessary. It was always a slow, excruciating, affair and the Artists took to it with gusto. Some even got off on it.

She took a flight of stairs entering the uppermost levels, the former council chambers, which had been refitted to be her Mistress's privet quarters. Liltih parted the violet silk curtains that hung from the ceiling and entered the outer room. Once the doors that stood before her had been decorated with the Imperial Aquila, now they had been defaced and scratched away to reveal bare metal beneath, the random patterns that had formed in the wake of the damage were far more beautiful in Lilith's eyes, than any design drawn by human hands. The former Sister of Battle stood at the door, her palm against the cool metal, unwilling for a moment to push them aside and step over the threshold. Mistress Elexyr waited beyond. Liltih could feel the thudding of her heart in her chest. Being in her presence was akin to nothing Liltih could describe. She found the sensation exciting and terrifying all at the same time. She pushed the door open and stepped inside.

She was faced with a room dominated by black and purple sheets, cushions and thickly piled carpets. A sickly sweet scent hung in the air from the hundreds of candles that burned around the chamber, breathing it in made Lilith's head swim. She descended the stepped layout of the room to the figures that lay in the centre. One of them was a body, a man dressed in loose fitting overalls. From his chest the Red Blade protruded, its tip buried between his ribs, blood seeping slowly onto the carpets. Lilith's gaze fell of the second figure. It was Maya; the whiplash of a woman was on her knees before Elexyr, her face buried between her Mistress's thighs. Liltih sank to one knee before she dared look upon Elexyr herself. Just being this close was intoxicating and she felt a deep sense of jealousy towards Maya for her elevated position.

"Stand Lilith." Elexyr sighed in her wonderfully husky tones.

Liltih did as commanded and looked upon her Mistress, trying in vain to hide the tumbling surge of emotions the woman evoked.

Elexyr was truly the most perfect being to have ever existed. Her hair glimmered in bright violet curls, eyes glowed intense red and between her black lips, her fangs glittered in the candle light. Her features were subtle in their beauty, sweeping and narrow. Her body appeared to have been carved from pristine ivory and proportioned in a manner that drew the eye and would not allow it to escape. She lounged against a pile of cushions, one hand idly playing with the hilt of the Red Blade, the other rested on the back of Maya's head. She was a creature of pure confidence and raw sexual energy. Just being this close sent waves of lust surging in Lilith's blood. Man or woman, regardless of sexual orientation, you fell for Elexyr. You loved and hated her for her beauty, you admired and feared her intelligence and you burned for her touch yet flinched from it all the same. Lilith swallowed, her gaze unwavering.

For a moment or two Elexyr did not speak again, she lay gasping quietly until Maya's work brought her to a shuddering climax. Lilith waited in silence, one palm resting on the grip of one of her bolt pistols, the other a tight fist hidden behind her back. She dared not show any negative emotions towards Maya even if the urge to shoot the woman in the spine and take her place was so overwhelming it physically hurt not to do so. Eventually Elexyr leaned forward and lifted Maya's chin with a finger.

"Thank you my sweet." She purred before standing to finally address Lilith. Maya, licking her lips, stood and took her place behind Elexyr's bed.

"This one displeased me." Elexyr explained gesturing to the corpse of the man. "I asked Maya to take over, he died slowly. I'm sorry my darling for keeping you waiting."

Lilith just nodded, "No apology needed mistress."

Elexyr smiled invitingly. "So then, how goes the campaign?"

Lilith didn't hesitate. "Heavy resistance encountered on Thrasiss as expected but much of the population has sided with us. It will only be a matter of days and this entire system will be yours."

Elexyr made a noise in a throat, a small moan of pleasure, Lilith's stomach knotted.

"You are proving yourself to be the perfect choice to lead me army."

Lilith bowed slightly, "I only do as you ask."

The other woman chuckled softly. She stroked a finger along Lilith's cheek leaving a tingling line in its wake. Lilith yearned for more as the hand drew away she involuntarily followed a fraction before catching herself and halting. Maya had noticed the tiny movement and her eyes widened in anger. Elexyr did not react though Lilith was sure she too had noticed her momentary lapse of control. She fought hard to focus on something else. She had a question, what was it?

"Mistress?" she inquired at last remembering, "Once Thrasiss falls, what then?"

Elexyr lay back down on her sheets, stretching her perfect form in a feline like manner. "Are you asking me if I have a plan?"

Lilith licked her lips, "I suppose. Once this system is yours you will have access to fleets, manufactories. You could easily take another sector. What's the end game?"

Elexyr laughed at the question, it was a short but musically perfect noise and Lilith fought hard against the lust burning in her core.

"My end game? My dear child there is no end game."

Maya smirked at the response, her expression said "Idiot."

Elexyr was on her feet, so graceful and fluid was the movement that Lilith hadn't even registered it before the woman was so close to her that she could feel the heat of her skin against her own. She flinched, a barely perceptible reaction to anyone but Elexyr, who bared her teeth to Lilith.

"This does not have an end. I seek only to give those who have nothing everything they desire. Everyone deserves to have whatever they want, to be free to explore all of their basest of needs and beyond."

As she spoke Elexyr drew nearer and nearer to Lilith, so close that where her breath caressed her cheek it sent shivers down Lilith's spine.

"Do you not agree?" Elexyr whispered.

"I do mistress."

Elexyr forces her tongue into Lilith's mouth, the explosion of emotions that tumbled through her soul and threatened to stop her heart. Lilith's eyes rolled in their sockets, her body became limp and she struggled to keep upright, between her thighs she felt wet warmth soaking into her under suit. She saw the stars whirling before her eyes, a cyclone of colours that threatened to blind her. She could feel hatred, love, grief, joy a sense of un-describable loss and betrayal. A void so utterly dark it drank the light of a nearby star. She could feel a billion eyes upon her, hear the beating of a billion hearts in unison. She heard all of their voices, laughing, mocking, calling out their love for her.

Then she saw truth.

Elexyr pulled away, her eyes blazing like miniature fires. Lilith stumbled back, blood dripping over her chin.

"Now do you understand?" Elexyr asked as she too licked blood from her lips.

"I… do." Lilith stammered.

"In time, everyone will." Elexyr returned to her seat.

Lilith panted, "And those who refuse to see."

Elexyr smiled cruelly, "Will burn."