Loving the Void
Please note that this little chapter contains explicit sexual descriptions.
He felt the nothingness approaching, and upon recognising it, his heart swelled. Nathaniel Torban. Captain of the Torban Navigator Cruiser `Path Blazer`, was sitting in his spartan cabin preforming the prays and rights necessary to maintain the war spirits of his collection of weapons. His cabin didn't contain much, a simple, small bed. This pair of plain wooden tables and their 4 chairs where he was currently working. His largest piece of furniture, the weapons cabinet filled with hooks, each holding a lethal instrument. A metal chest of draws containing his clothes. His small statue of the God Emperor upon the Golden Throne with incense burners standing ready at either side for when he needs to pray in private to Him on Terra. A subtle place, for a man belonging to a family in self pennants for a weakness 6000 years in the past and that shun the finer things that their incredible wealth could afford.
The nothingness would make anyone else on the Path Blazer feel uncomfortable. It wasn't right. There is never nothingness, anywhere in the whole universe. Even interstellar space isn't empty. So how is it that this sense of unnatural emptiness could exist? Let alone emanate from a person.
When he first encountered this feeling, Nathaniel had a weapon in his hand. A lovingly cared for Hellpistol that was around 300 years. The weapon was active, and ready for use. The person walking towards his cabin would be dead with a hole burned through their chest and head if it hadn't been for the Inquisitor standing at their side.
Nathaniel lifted his head from the prays and rights he was preforming and thought back over the 6 weeks since that first encounter. The journey from Sol to the Star System directly under the command of the Holy Inquisition that his crew named Madness. The 9 hours of feverish warfare that followed and the complete and purposeful destruction of everything that star system contained after the fight was done. Now the journey to this point, 1 week away from the Segam System. Nathaniel wouldn't be able to point a weapon at her if he tried now. Not after going through something like that, and spending so much time together.
He often thought why he'd been able to overcome the wrongness about the women when everyone else on board still avoided her like a plague.
He thought maybe it was his affinity for the void that allowed him to overcome the unease. Being surrounded by space. Apart from when he went to Titan his entire life had been spent on structures in space, and the fortress itself was completely enclosed. More a grounded battle station than a building. Nathaniel had never seen an open sky over his head.
Once, while praying, Nathaniel had even thought that maybe she was a gift to him from the God Emperor. Him on Earth has a plan for all of us. Maybe He wanted them together.
Nathaniel got up and walked over to the door. He made it a point to always greet her when she approached. Nathaniel pressed the door release, and it vanished into the wall soundlessly. Revealing his heart's desire.
Debra Illuman was standing in the alleyway outside his cabin. Her delicate finger tips a centimetre from touching the presence signaller. A brief smile flashed onto her lips.
"You'd think I'd learn by now." said Debras soft, easy voice as she gazed up at this vessels master.
Nathaniel couldn't help but smile as well whenever he saw Debra, as usual, she was a vision of subtle beauty. Wearing her formfitting black body-glove armour that covered her from neck to toe, her short brown jacket that was open and came down to just above her slightly rounded hips and bottom. A brake from her normal attire were long heeled leather boots that came up to just below the knee instead of her more functional footwear. Of course, her necklace was in place as always.
"In this instance, I hope you don't. Please come in." asked Nathaniel as he stepped aside to allow Debra to enter. She entered tentatively as she always did whenever she came to his cabin.
When Debra usually comes to his cabin alone she always sits in the same place at his tables and they both converse for hours on end about every subject. Nathaniel had even allowed her to perform the rights and prays to some of his weapons while they talked, too no ill effect. This time she walked over and stood near Nathaniel's statue of the God Emperor.
"I find it hard to pray Nathaniel..." said Debra, her expression wasn't the content young woman Nathaniel loved to spend so much of his free time with. Her expression was extremely sad, almost like the expression she wore when they first met. It was all Nathaniel could do not to take her into his arms right now and do all he could to make her feel better. He settled for what he hoped was a comforting hand on her shoulder.
One of her hands shot up and lightly held Nathaniel's hand in place as if desperate to maintain this small piece of human contact. Before Nathaniel could speak Debra continued.
"…I've always prayed alone. Even Mary doesn't pray with me. She's my closest friend, we've known each other for 30 years and have been through hell with each other more times than I ever want to count. Yet even she can't bear to sit and pray next to me..." Debra turned to face Nathaniel. "...In the chapels aboard the `Path Blazer` the crew slowly move away from me as if uncomfortable. It pains me every time I pray when everyone around me moves away. I don't want to send my prays to Him in solitude anymore. May I send them with you?" asked Debra, her eyes were shining with hope.
As an Untouchable, Nathaniel understood why the rest of humankind involuntary felt repelled by Debra and those few like her. He always assumed they didn't feel as other people did until he met Debra. Nathaniel was coming to understand that Untouchables craved human contact as much as every other human being. It was cruel that the rest of humanity, unconsciously or not, withdrew from them.
Nathaniel went to his bed and removed one of his pillows, he walked round kicking off his boots and letting them land next to each other standing up right near his hatch, then knelt before his statue of the God Emperor and placed the pillow close next to his knees. He then turned to face Debra and extended his hand to her.
"It would be my honour." said Nathaniel. As Debras expression went from confused at what he was doing, to pure elation.
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It was at least an hour before either Nathaniel or Debra moved again. Both knelt in silence. Hands across their chests forming the Aquila. Nathaniel nearly jumped when he felt Debra gently lay her head on his shoulder. Originally, about a foot separated the 2 now however she was right up against him. Her head moving slightly against his shoulder and upper arm.
Nathaniel had been hoping for this so many times since Debra came aboard with the rest of Inquisitor Dembski's` retina. Now that it was happening, he was frozen with indecision. Should he take the initiative? Place his arm around her and gently take charge of the situation. Should he wait and let her continue? Should he just take her? Should he pull away and make sure they are both wanting the same thing? Nathaniel felt the pressure on his arm increase. Gentle and slow will have to do, and he'll just have to hope that he doesn't offend and ruin the relationship that they already have.
He took the hand of his free arm and placed his fingers under her chin, tilting her head up towards his. They locked eyes for a second, and then at the same time, as if some silent agreement had been reached. They both leaned forward and softly kissed. Less than a second later and Debra had her arms around Nathaniel's neck in a tight grip. It didn't take Nathaniel long to do the same and they were then both holding each other close, pressing their bodies together. Nathaniel breathed deeply through his nostrils taking in Debra's scent. She smelled wonderful. A pleasant, subtle perfume assailed his senses. He held her tighter unconsciously, deepening the kiss. As he did so, Debra launched herself from her knees and made Nathaniel fall on to his back, with Debra close behind landing on his front.
The calm, quiet, subtle woman Nathaniel had grown so fond of since they left the Sol system was replaced with a woman who appeared ravenously hungry for Nathaniel's touch. Nathaniel grabbed the back of Debra's head lightly and tilted her head upwards, allowing him to kiss her neck. She slowly tilted her head of her own accord and allowed Nathaniel greater access. He worked his way round. Kissing the front of her neck, moving to the side and then lightly brushing her ear lobes with the tip of his nose before kissing them as well. After a few seconds, Nathaniel noticed a small smile of contentment on her face as he was doing that.
Nathaniel knew what he wanted. He'd known for over a month now. Whether it worked or not, whether he ruined what he and Debra already had or not. It was time for him to act on what he's been wanting. He started kissing her soft, full lips again as his hands moved down her neck from her head and stopped when he reached her jacket. He gently started to remove it and Debra didn't resist in the slightest. She moved her arms back and allowed Nathaniel to remove the piece of clothing, which he discarded haphazardly to one side. Starting at her elbows and working upwards towards the back of her neck, his hands found the release for her body glove. Moving the small metal cover aside he pressed the release and the micro-latches running down her spin to just before her rounded buttocks released. Revealing the smooth unblemished skin beneath. Debra leaned up, straddling Nathaniel and pulled off the top half of her armour. It came away easily. Revealing more of her unmarked flesh. As she removed her armour Nathaniel wondered for a moment how she could have no scares on her given her work as a member of Dembskis's retina. It was a testament to her lethal skill and unconscious talent. Nathaniel quickly removed the shirt he was wearing revealing several long scares that ran around his chest from decades of training and the wars defending his ship.
Debra's` torso was now completely revealed to Nathaniel. Her smooth rounded breasts that perfectly fitted her petite, subtly athletic frame. Heaving slightly and her nipples slightly erect. Her breasts moving with her slightly faster breathing. Her necklace sitting between and slightly above the two beautiful mounds.
Nathaniel sat up and kissed her skin between her breasts. Moving his head and placing each kiss in a slightly different location while his arms came round and kept her close to him in a firm but gentle grip. Debra's arms came up and wrapped around his head. Each kiss he planted earning little gasps of pleasure as they moved around her breasts and nipples.
Debra abruptly released Nathaniel's head and stood up off of him. She walked round the end of Nathaniel's bed and proceeded to remove the rest of her body glove. She pushed it down past her bottom and down her smooth legs and finally kicked the advanced piece of tactical equipment that protects her beautiful body away against the far wall. She was now standing before Nathaniel completely naked. She was a vision from head to toe. Not a single blemish marked her skin anywhere. Perfectly proportioned. Her body tone subtly athletic. Breasts rounded, hips slightly rounded but still firm. Nathaniel got to his feet and released the buckle holding up his trousers and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and walked over to where Debra was waiting at the foot of his bed.
He kissed her hungrily again without any hesitation, and Debra responded in kind. Jumping up and clamping her legs around Nathaniel's waist. Nathaniel carefully knelt and placed her in a sitting position on his bed. He started to kiss his way down her body again and she slowly laid back as Nathaniel worked his way lower and lower. Debra was lying flat on Nathaniel's bed when he reached her inner thighs and started slowly making his way towards Debra's slightly glistening pussy. He licked her slowly, running his tongue the length of her vagina on one side and then back the other. Debra released moans of pleasure on every circuit and every time his tongue licked her clitoris her back arched and she gasped, rolling her hips. Nathaniel's tongue got faster, and slower and faster again. Flicking, brushing and gliding over her entrance and clitoris in every direction, and after a several fevered minutes Debra's body violently shuddered for several seconds and then went limp, panting heavily with an astonished, contented look on her face.
Nathaniel didn't want to wait any more. He had become erect ages ago and what he's wanted for what seemed like an age was right in front of him and wanting him too. He moved on top of her and she brought up her knees alongside his body as he got into position. Debra's eyes shot wide open and she gasped as her back arched upwards with her shoulders held off the bed by her head as Nathaniel thrust into her.
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It was several hours later when Debra returned to the `Hidden Eagle`, Dembskis Stormhawk Heavy Assault Shuttle, that also doubled as their groups barracks and arming chambers. As she walked up the entrance ramp into the arming chamber. Only Mary, Donny and Inquisitor Dembski himself were present. Mary and Donny were working on their weapons as they nearly always were when they weren't privately `sparring`. Dembski was standing against the far bulkhead watching Debra board.
"Ho ho. I know that look." said Mary as she looked up as Debra entered the chamber, a wicked little grin on her muscular features.
"What look? She looks like she always does." said Donny dismissively, returning to the maintenance of his weapons. That earned him a playful whack around the head.
"Good thing I like my men big and thick Don." said Mary as she walked over to Debra.
"In more ways than one and be thankful I like my women rough." answered Donny, a sly grin on his face as he continued cleaning the barrel of his grenade launcher.
"So... After a month of shooting googly eyes at our good Captain Torban, you finally lost control and pounced on him. Good for you. He any good?" asked Mary in a conspiratorial tone when she stood next to Debra with a big grin on her face.
"You know it's not like that Mary. I've finally found someone how can stand to be with me..." said Debra. "...and it felt sooo good." she finished, briefly taking on the expression of a smitten teenager.
"Well. You'll..." started Mary.
"Mary. Donny. Leave us." said the Inquisitor. His tone deep and powerful, the usually well-meaning undertone in his voice absent.
Donny immediately moved to leave the arming chamber. He'd pick fights with anyone, but he'll never disobey the Inquisitor for any reason. Mary hesitated a second before following.
"I want details later." she yelled as she pulled the hatch closed.
Debra and Dembski were now alone in the chamber.
"Do you remember what I told you about the fate of Nathaniel and every soul on this ship should they survive?" asked the Inquisitor.
"Yes Inquisitor."
"Do you remember the pain I went through when I had to leave my love behind?"
"Yes Inquisitor."
"You are one of my best and most treasured disciples. After Markov advances to full Inquisitor it is my intention to begin training you as my next Interrogator. I had hoped you would be spared the pain of love being forgotten."
"I believe it to be worth it my Lord, even if it only lasts a little while. What every other human can freely experience I never will, apart from now. Please don't deny me this." pleaded Debra.
"I would never attempt to bar your feelings for Nathaniel. He is a great man. Any happiness you can bring each other will bring me joy beyond anything you could imagine. He will forget you however. When this mission is done I will wipe his mind of these events. He will not know you. Will know nothing of the happiness he brings you and you him. You will be strangers..." Dembskis voice caught ever so slightly at that last comment.
"I understand Inquisitor. Could I stay with him? Could you release me from service?" asked Debra hesitantly, as she already knew the answer.
"No one leaves the service of the Ordo Malleus. Only in death does duty end. You knew this when I found you and offered you this life."
"Could you ask him to stay? Have him join us? Who better to pilot the `Hidden Eagle` and what vessel would suit our work better than the `Path Blazer`?" asked Debra hopefully.
"A possibility. There may be complications however in retaining his employ. Odds are you will have to say goodbye to him. I have said my piece. Good night Miss Illuman." the Inquisitor than turned and left the arming chamber for his cabin.
Mary was waiting behind the hatch and rushed in.
"So. Give me the details."
End