Chapter 53H

"I am prepared to pay you handsomely, the armour's weight in gold or more, but CAN you do it?", the imposingly large Night Lords Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson asked, his voice simultaneously deep, as deep as the deepest mines ever delved by the Ghulo Industrial Complex squat league, but also as soft and gentle as the nuzzling mouth of a newborn baby on its mother's teat.

Ghafra ProudHammer the squat engineer gently tugged on the left one of her pair of long blonde plaits with her left hand thoughtfully, as she put an elaborate squat rune decorated scanning eye piece to her right eye with her right hand. The electronic eye piece filled her retina with runic script giving information as it locked onto the pile of huge armour components in front of her, scanning the pile in multiple spectrums of light, artificial intelligence in the eye piece rapidly identifying each individual component with accompanying runic data packets about their name, composition and state of repair.

"This terminator armour is complex, but like all machines it is just made of many smaller rudimentary parts. I CAN reverse engineer every last screw and microchip it contains, but not as quickly as you might wish.", Ghafra mused gruffly.

"Excellent!, Name your price.", The huge Astartes said delightedly.

Ghafra looked up at the towering Chaos Lord. The Astartes was naked but for a rudimentary loincloth, showing off his terrifying bulky musculature. He was easily nine feet tall and radiated a sense of violence and danger, his brown/blonde military crew cut hair slightly sweaty in the tropical heat, his clean shaven face brutally masculine. His eyes were invisible, hidden behind a thick black supernatural mist that continuously oozed from his eye sockets, but his eyebrows clearly showed his greedy emotion.

Hanging off his mighty left leg was the absurdly big breasted stupid woman Octavia, wearing a bizarre plastic cone over her left bare breast that was part of a bizarre immodest top padlocked to her upper torso, her other breast bare as well. Apart from her immodest top she was completely naked but for sandals on her feet, and she had copious fresh white semen oozing out of her bare vagina from obviously having sex less than five minutes ago.

Octavia was holding a long feather and was mischievously trying to tickle the huge Chaos Lord with it in various places, irritating him slightly but gently tolerated and ignored by her massive lover. From the body language alone this pair were obvious lovers, and Ghafra vaguely recalled Octavia once telling her that the Chaos Lord was the father of Octavia's son, so it made sense that they were lovers.

Ghafra was currently standing in her aircraft factory that had been her home for hundreds of long years, surrounded by both a group of fellow squat women and an even larger group of human women, both groups also having lived in the aircraft factory for long years. These women were a community who saw Ghafra as their leader, as Ghafra was both the oldest woman in chronological years and the most skilled engineer.

Squats respected age, wealth and skill amongst their own, and while none of them had gained much wealth as slaves of the Blood Sharks, age and skill was still highly regarded to determine respect. Ghafra was the oldest and most skilled squat in this particular factory, so she was the leader by default. The human women were so in awe of the squats in general that they naturally deferred to the squats for leadership.

Ghafra pondered the offer as the other squats, all of them pregnant, looked at her silently to make her decision. The squats yearned to return home to their people, to leave their bondage to the foul forces of chaos and to be free again. But they were pregnant and all had half-caste babies and toddlers…

The squat leagues would welcome the squat women back after first hearing their tale of rape and abuse and hardship. None of these squat women had succumbed to worship the chaos gods, all would be commended and taken back, the personal books of grudges the squat women had penned over the long years would be added to the grudge books of their respective leagues, the Blood Sharks would be remembered for every single act of rape and cruelty until the leagues got their bloody revenge.

But…

But the women had children…

Squat leagues did not give birth with women and wombs, they were clones grown in mechanical wombs, genetically engineered and purified of any genetic diseases. Only the most outcast of squats and leagues gave birth, and these were seen as very queer folk by the rest. It was a taboo, not a *crime* per se, but definitely not something considered respectable.

If the squats didn't talk about squat men getting squat women pregnant and producing natural babies in polite conversation, then they a thousand times more didn't welcome half castes fathered by chaos worshipping human rapists. The mothers might be welcomed back as kin but the children CERTAINLY would not be.

This knowledge caused pain…

Many of the squat women were currently holding their babies in their arms tenderly, with their toddlers clinging to their legs. Ghafra herself currently had a half caste toddler daughter hugging against her own muscular leg, with a human woman standing a few paces away holding Ghafra's sleeping baby…

Ghafra felt a stab of maternal pain, she couldn't demand that the Chaos Lord return her home, at least not yet, not until her children were grown up and fending for themselves. She didn't know what her league would do to her children, but she couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't be euthanised for the grudges earned against their fathers!

Grudges were inter generational, the sins of the father were inherited by their sons and daughters. The children of Khorne worshipping rapist pirates would be made to answer for the crimes of their fathers!

Ghafra paused, looking down at her beloved toddler daughter clinging to her leg, and she felt a stab of pain through her heart. She couldn't go home, she would ask for different payment.

"My price…", Ghafra began, "will have to be calculated on a part by part basis. It will be paid for in gold or other precious metals, gemstones perhaps, and it will depend upon the labour involved and the costs in materials and equipment used.", Ghafra finished with a sigh.

The other squat women sighed in relief that she hadn't asked to go home.

"I'm guessing that it won't be cheap?", Luke Sevenson pressed, shooing away Octavia's feather from under his loincloth.

"Squat quality is NEVER cheap Luke Sevenson, but you will get what you pay for. Metric tons of gold is a likely price, but not megatons. One of your exalted standing can afford my prices.", Ghafra said gruffly.

"I will get you the gold you ask for. When will you get started?", Luke said happily.

"After my lunch break I will scan every single component of your armour, I will spend a few hours using software to try to reverse engineer some of the parts. By the end of tomorrow I will hopefully be finished reverse engineering every single part digitally in a program, but I will have other work to do as well. The day after I will start working on duplicating the simpler components like the screws and wires, and I will keep working for as many days as it takes until I can duplicate every part. It will take time.", Ghafra informed him.

"Very well… I will have a metric ton of pure gold sent to you by tomorrow as a preliminary payment, and more will follow when you decide on your price more precisely.", Luke said generously.

Ghafra accepted this proposal, and exchanged contact details and other information with the huge Night Lord, having his armour carefully disassembled and placed in a scanner to be scanned one component at a time after lunch.

Octavia was playfully tickling her lover with her feather again, making him chuckle and fidget but not stop her, and a great bulge was growing under his loincloth as Octavia continued to play.

***…

Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson laughed and cackled hard outside the aircraft factory, laying on his back on the sandy beach just beyond the factory grounds, his loincloth removed and his hands tenderly holding Octavia's hips as she straddled his penis with energetic bounces.

Octavia was mischievously holding a hand behind her ass, the hand holding the long feather Luke had given her, the soft feather stroking his scrotum in the most maddeningly ticklish spot on his entire body!

Luke laughed hard, insanely sensitive to stroking on this spot, using his willpower to force himself not to stop her in any way despite the aggravation. Octavia smiled sadistically in a way that was mischievous and playful and absolutely adorable all at the same time, her youthful smiling face beautiful in the extreme and disarming in its gentle extreme femininity.

Octavia was the very definition of femininity as she bounced on his penis, her monstrously large breasts jiggling wonderfully, her small soft slender body as beautiful as it was completely harmless to any Astartes. It would probably take the combined effort of every muscle in Octavia's body just to slightly move the smallest finger on Luke's hand, she was just absurdly harmless.

Octavia had about the upper body strength of a gretchin, (a weedy gretchin at that), her pretty and slender arms designed by evolutionary human sexual dimorphism to be only strong enough to carry babies and carry out childcare tasks. In her tribe the men had done all the tasks requiring physical strength while the women nursed babies and cooked and cleaned and did the most lightweight of farm work, like weeding and gathering eggs and feeding kitchen scraps to small animals like poultry of some variety. Octavia was destined by evolution to be an Iron Age housewife with a tickling fetish, to enjoy the "slap and tickle" games Iron Age husbands were so notorious for playing on their wives, in between nursing babies, cooking food and childcare.

Luke could imagine Octavia's life if the Night Lords had never disturbed her tribe, the teenage girl had been in the process of deciding upon a husband when the Night Lords came, still a virgin at barely 18 years old at the time. Had she been left in peace then she would have picked a young man and wedded him by the time she was 19 years old, he would have tickled her mischievously the way male lovers do, she would have squealed and enjoyed it, maybe adorably baited him for more with a playful smile on her face, but tickling in moderation without Slaaneshi excess.

The adorable teenage girl would be a delight for her new husband, smiling in his arms, making playful love to him interspersed with occasional tickling to excite and dampen the adorable tickling fetishist as she giggled and squealed. She would have been blissfully happy as she got pregnant for the first time, wandering the village with her pregnant belly doing light chores and much chatting to other women. She would give birth, get quickly pregnant again, give birth, get pregnant, on and on, being a blissfully happy gentle mother right up until her fertility dried up and her children grew up, seamlessly segueing into becoming a grandmother, smiling and surrounded by children until the day she died.

Rejuvenation drugs kept Octavia eternally 19 years old now, the playfulness of a young female human of peak mating age never fading, the beauty never fading, eternally utterly adorable and sexy as hell. She was an absolute delight to sexually play with, her playfulness and warm personality was wonderful, her tickling fetish so gentle but so sadistic at the same time, potently feminine and arousing.

"Tickle tickle.", Octavia said playfully in a way that was adorable, stroking his balls even worse!

Luke roared with hard laughter, his buttocks clenching and his skin crawling from the awful potent feeling, fighting to not protect his ultimate soft spot from this terrible feeling!

Luke gazed with savage arousal at the tiny creature riding his penis, feeling her extremely lubricated vagina sliding wonderfully over his sensitive engorged penis with her playful bouncing. Luke held her hips gently and tenderly as he helped her to bounce like this with minimal effort on her part, her skin wonderfully soft under his hard hands.

"Oh Luke!, You are so BIG!", Octavia moaned in delight, bouncing faster and grimacing her face with pleasure.

Luke was thrilled by these words, gratified and happy to be pleasing to this wonderful playful adorable woman.

"I'm going to tickle your balls as you cum inside me.", Octavia moaned, her feather stroking so expertly that Luke threw back his head and bellowed with hard laughter!

Luke laughed uncontrollably from the maddening feather on his super ticklish scrotum, but he was hard as a stone from Octavia's playful mischief, loving the feel of her wet pussy rubbing his penis perfectly.

Luke didn't last long, too aroused and too badly tickled, and his pleasure peaked fast to incredible heights, Luke laughing hard even as he came inside Octavia, with so much cum that she was lifted like a hydraulic piston before sliding down again when the pressure escaped down the sides of his shaft.

Octavia didn't even slow down at this, energetically continuing with adorable playfulness, and the laughing Luke kept fucking her hungrily.

Luke's Astartes physiology was so enhanced that his semen could replenish instantly, letting him have multiple orgasms just like a woman could, and Luke was very soon cumming inside Octavia again, and again, and again. His mind was filled with rapture as he just relentlessly inseminated the playful sexy little thing, his heart in love with her.

Octavia was moaning in so much climax that she dropped her feather on the sand between his legs, and she tried to retrieve it but couldn't find it by touch alone. Octavia shrugged and just kept having sex without tickling him for a while, and Luke sighed in relief and just enjoyed her pussy in peace for a while.

Octavia eventually got off him, looking for and finding her feather, and she resumed tickling his balls without riding his dick anymore!

Luke laughed in aggravation, but submissively didn't resist, intensely turned on by this playful sort of female domination.

Octavia grinned adorably with playful sadism, her smile so playful and happy that he loved her all the more.

Luke moved without permission and kissed her lips passionately with his own dry lips, deliberately making sure that his acidic saliva didn't touch her. Luke was so smitten that he just HAD to kiss her right now!

Octavia erotically returned the kiss and stupidly tried to put her tongue in his mouth, but Luke kept his lips firmly closed and denied her tongue entry, protecting his foolish beloved from having her tongue dissolved with acid.

Octavia eventually gave up and just kissed him normally with her eyes closed in bliss, and Luke felt intensely in love with her.

The jealous throat clearing of TigerLily invaded Luke's thoughts, warning him that she was getting extremely jealous and angry, and Luke tried to gently break the kiss to appease his wife.

Octavia didn't let him stop kissing her, passionately continuing to kiss him, her breast cone making it awkward for her but her desire to kiss him too great. Luke was too bewitched by Octavia to resist, and he resumed kissing her passionately without hesitation.

Octavia was soon getting inseminated again, and again… and again.

***…

Fhimra was absolutely jealous as shit as Luke Sevenson gave yet another present to Octavia, Octavia smiling blissfully as she basked under his romantic attention!

Fhimra laughed hysterically in the ropes binding her arms and legs to the netting of a rope hammock she was laying spread eagle in, apprentice Dominatrix fingers playing ticklishly over her bikini clad supine body, but she kept looking over at Luke Sevenson hitting shamelessly on Fhimra's fiancée!

Luke and Octavia were currently browsing shop tents nearby selling random trinkets and items, and Luke was shamelessly buying little presents for Octavia and giving them to her as she smiled in delight.

Tickling kept distracting Fhimra to hard laughter, but she kept looking at the pair as much as she could, feeling intense jealousy.

"You seem distracted Fhimra.", Mistress Thorn noted as she tickled Fhimra's armpits with her fingers.

"My fiancée…", Fhimra managed to say jealously through her laughter.

"Poly relationships can be hard.", Mistress Thorn said sympathetically.

"Please stop tickling me and untie me!", Fhimra squealed unhappily with laughter.

"You don't have a safe word.", Mistress Thorn reminded Fhimra.

"Please be nice, you know that this is different!", Fhimra begged in squealing laughter.

Mistress Thorn paused at this, as did the other apprentices currently tickling her.

Without a word they untied Fhimra and gave her a sympathetic cuddle.

Fhimra accepted the cuddle and then politely left and stormed over to Luke Sevenson who was currently bent down kissing Octavia on the lips.

"Stop kissing my fiancée!", Fhimra crossly demanded with jealous fury.

The pair stopped kissing to look at the angry Fhimra, and Luke chuckled in a way that pissed her off.

"I'm not stealing her, just borrowing her. Octavia is poly amorous, this isn't cheating on you.", Luke chuckled condescendingly.

"Your wife might have something to say about this.", Fhimra retorted angrily.

"She has made her views known to me.", The massive Astartes shrugged dismissively, trying to be funny or something.

"I don't want you to kiss Octavia, fuck her if you must, but don't KISS her!, Kissing is too intimate. Don't buy her presents, don't be cute with her, don't love her. What you are doing is more than just sex and tickling, and I DEMAND that you stop!", Fhimra angrily demanded.

"Polyamory is not cheating. Octavia is even more intimate with my sister and her girlfriend, but you don't complain. I think you just don't like men.", Luke replied calmly!

"Octavia and I are TICKLE SLAVES who are OWNED by Wendy and Lash, it is our job and our duty to be sexually intimate with our OWNERS!, YOU are NOT our Owner, YOU are an OUTSIDER with NO claim to our affections!, So BACK OFF!", Fhimra screeched at him, causing a massive scene.

Wendy appeared in a blur of speed a moment later to see what the noise was about, and Luke held up his palms in peace.

"What is going on?", Wendy asked in concern.

"I kissed Octavia and Fhimra got jealous.", Luke greatly understated what had caused this.

"He did a hell of a lot more than that!, He kisses her, buys her presents, acts all sweet with her. He's obviously in love with Octavia and he's trying to seduce her into being his girlfriend or something!", Fhimra exclaimed.

"You are?", Octavia asked Luke stupidly, too thick to have figured out what he was obviously doing.

"So what if I am?, I'm not going to marry Octavia, just a poly relationship on the side. I don't see the problem.", Luke admitted the whole thing.

"He admits it!", Fhimra exclaimed to Wendy, pointing at Luke accusingly.

"Fhimra, I want you to calm down. Octavia and I are both poly amorous, we are both allowed to have lovers on the side unless Mistress Lash or myself forbid it. If Octavia wants to be Luke's girlfriend on the side then I am going to need a better reason than your jealousy to forbid it.", Wendy said soothingly!

Fhimra gasped at this, too emotional to even speak right now!

The bikini clad Mistress Lash was arriving now and she paused to empathically sense the emotions of everyone, then she gave Fhimra a great big cuddle. Fhimra sobbed in Mistress Lash's arms, feeling so upset.

"You poor thing, let's sit down and have a big cuddle as we talk about this.", Mistress Lash soothed beautifully.

Fhimra let herself be led away in tears to the distant beach to sit with Mistress Lash on the warm sand away from the others, and Mistress Lash cuddled Fhimra tightly as they sat together, making soothing noises as Fhimra cried.

Fhimra was soothed by the cuddle and cried herself out to sniffles, and Mistress Lash waited until she was calm to speak softly.

"I know you are jealous, but TigerLily is even more jealous than you are. If Luke thinks he is leaving TigerLily for another woman then he is mad. TigerLily is not going to ALLOW her husband to divorce her, nor marry a second wife. TigerLily would walk Octavia down the aisle herself right now to marry you if she had divined any true danger that Luke would marry Octavia.", Mistress Lash reassured beautifully.

Fhimra sobbed in relief at these logical words, remembering TigerLily's prophecy that Octavia would marry either Fhimra or Wendy depending upon circumstances, with no mention of Luke at all!

Fhimra gasped tears of relief at the memory of this knowledge, so relieved that she felt physically sick!

"Luke is just being an adulterous swine of a man, he seeks adultery and affair, not marriage with Octavia.", Mistress Lash soothed.

"Please order Octavia to stop being so intimate with him Ma'am.", Fhimra requested calmly and hopefully.

"I think this needs to be discussed with Octavia. I *could* simply order Octavia like that, but she would resent me for interfering like that. It's better if the request comes from you directly, and that it is explained clearly to her so that she understands why you feel this is so important.", Mistress Lash said reasonably.

"I… I don't even know how to explain it to her. She has a concept of jealousy, but not the way normal people feel it. She wants to be the secure spouse of her primary love interest, but beyond that she has no concept of cheating. Weddings to her are about dresses and parties and rings and relationship positions, but sexual and romantic faithfulness don't even come into the equation. She is a pure slut, how do I begin to explain faithfulness to a pure slut?", Fhimra confided.

"If you want to marry Octavia then you are going to have to accept her as she is, because she won't change. Luke won't be the last side boyfriend, Octavia is a free love spirit, she will do this again. Getting enraged with jealousy every time Octavia is romantically unfaithful is going to leave you very unhappily married.", Mistress Lash said seriously.

"Crap.", Fhimra said softly, "You are right… Octavia is a massive slut in more ways than one. She's GOING to cheat on me, sexually, emotionally, romantically, the entire marriage… I hate it when you're right.", Fhimra said glumly.

"What if you try being a slut too?, You could open your heart to me and Wendy at the very least, fall in love with us.", Mistress Lash soothed.

"I… I have a relationship with you Ma'am, a very sexual relationship, just not a romantic relationship.", Fhimra said quietly.

"Try to make it romantic as well, to give yourself a safety net. When Octavia cheats then you will still have us as romantic and emotionally intimate partners, spread the love around so that if Octavia slips out from under you briefly to be a slut you won't simply collapse, you will still have others propping you up.", Mistress Lash suggested kindly.

"I… I could get to know you a little better…", Fhimra allowed with a slight blush.

"You need to patch things up with Octavia, but when things are settled down you and I will start dating. Just the two of us being romantic, long walks together on the beach, kissing as the sun sets, holding each other as we kiss and talk.", Mistress Lash said romantically, making Fhimra blush pinkly.

"That sounds nice Ma'am…", Fhimra said quietly.

Mistress Lash suddenly kissed Fhimra passionately!

Fhimra blushed hard as she returned the kiss, she had sex with and kissed Mistress Lash all the time, but the addition of romance was making Fhimra blush shyly.

Fhimra was naturally submissive to Mistress Lash and just let herself be kissed, gradually relaxing from her shyness and growing wet, getting into it.

Mistress Lash broke the kiss just as Fhimra was getting really hot and bothered.

"You need to go and make peace with Octavia, then we will continue.", Mistress Lash said fondly, the beautiful Asian woman giving Fhimra one last kiss.

Fhimra sighed and nodded, nursing a puddle in her bikini bottom, and she got up to make up with Octavia and have a long talk with her.

***…

In the spirit of romance and reconciliation, the apprentice Dominatrix Mistress Agony Lee was currently looking away crossly and blushing, as her fiancé Samual Sevenson the Night Lord held out a bouquet of flowers to her in reconciliation.

"Everyone wants me to break up with you, they want me to give back the engagement ring and never speak to you again.", Mistress Agony told him crossly.

"I'm sorry for breaking your ribs and for everything else. I have learned a hard lesson from this I promise you.", Samual apologised, the words sounding harsh and mechanical through the speakers of his helmet mouth grill.

"At least take your fucking armour off when trying to woo me back!", Mistress Agony snapped at the massive psychopath in power armour.

"It is very bright outside, the light will hurt my eyes without my helmet visors.", Samual explained apologetically.

"Then wear sunglasses!", Mistress Agony snapped, turning away angrily.

"I will my darling. I just want to talk to you first.", Samual promised in a voice that he meant to be soothing, just a threatening growl after it left his mouth grill speakers.

"I'm cross with you. I invested SO MUCH into this relationship, I let you TICKLE my ARMPITS for HOURS!, EVERYDAY!, Do you have any idea how HARD that was to endure?!, And now I have nothing but broken bones and humiliation to show for all that suffering!", Mistress Agony raged at him.

"It doesn't have to be for nothing, we are still engaged my darling.", Samual soothed.

"I DO want to be your wife!, But not like THIS!, I don't want you to ever injure me again!, I don't want to feel scared of you!, I want to be safe, I want to be LOVED, I want a husband worthy of the word!", Mistress Agony admitted crossly.

"I'm listening.", Samual offered.

"I want presents, EXPENSIVE presents!, Gold, gems, stuff so valuable that it will reimburse me for all the time and suffering I have invested into this relationship so far. Before I let you take me on a date to try to woo me back I want expensive gold and gem jewellery as a present that I don't ever have to give back!", Mistress Agony demanded.

"I do have SOME jewellery in storage in orbit that I plundered as spoils of war, but at present I am… Cash poor. The medical expenses for you and especially Octavia have cost me dearly. I still have many slaves and other investments, property investments on Štękżå'räšh, but little… Liquidity, at present.", Samual admitted with embarrassment.

"I want some of those investments then.", Mistress Agony demanded.

"If you marry me then you get everything I have as my wife.", Samual offered instead.

"If I'm going to suffer tickled armpits for the rest of my life then I had BETTER get all your wealth!, But I want something to enjoy right now!, I'm a money girl and you have none!", Mistress Agony snapped.

"I will make a FORTUNE once the spoils of Autoclave are sorted and each Astartes is given his share!, The escort carriers we captured from those pirates are STUFFED with loot from countless merchant ships they have pirated!", Samual passionately promised.

Mistress Agony paused at this promise of wealth, her greed aroused.

Samual suddenly became alert, quickly scanning his surroundings with his gaze and touching a hand to the handle of the bolter magnetically fixed to his leg plate, not drawing the weapon but comforted by the touch.

The bikini clad Mistress Agony looked around in confusion, seeing tents and trees and pools and humans and daemonettes frolicking around, but not seeing anything out of place.

"What is it?", Mistress Agony asked her (for now) fiancé in curiosity.

"An Astartes in Mark IV power armour is moving this way.", Samual hissed.

"So?, It's just one of your battle brothers probably, a few are around the island.", Mistress Agony shrugged.

"This one has turned off his location data, he is trying to sneak up on me without my helmet display showing me his location.", Samual growled.

"I just wished to observe the Astartes who would wed one of my many distant graceful granddaughters, to listen and see what sort of man you are. I am disappointed that I snuck SO close before you detected me, you are unfocused, your senses are dull and your mind distracted. Most disappointing, battle brother.", A harsh oriental accented Astartes voice said through the speakers of a power armour helmet mouth grill.

Mistress Agony froze in terror as she recognised that voice, then she threw herself down on the ground in terrified submission and respect, awaiting the dreaded master that all Lee women feared.

From behind a tent walked a Night Lord, clad bodily in power armour war plate, but the armour decorated with Asian script and decorative carving that vaguely resembled a cross between the garb of a ninja and the armour of a samurai. Attached to his armour were purely decorative blackened weapons that served no purpose, dangling multi pointed ninja stars, scabbarded tiny ninja swords too small for the hands of an Astartes to hold, purely quaint decoration proclaiming his cultural heritage.

In one hand he held a massive custom made samurai sword, designed for the use of an Astartes, the grip enlarged and lengthened, the blade long, thickened and broadened to take the power of a Night Lord's blows without breaking or bending. In his other hand he held a giant plasma pistol, heavily decorated with elaborate Asian styling to give more samurai vibes.

"Hamahoto Lee…", Samual hissed in respectful recognition and slight fear.

"SERGEANT Hamahoto Lee!, Or Aspiring Champion alternatively, young whelp!", Hamahoto barked indignantly, raising his huge samurai sword in challenge.

"Of course… Aspiring Champion Sergeant Lee of tenth squad. Forgive my impertinence.", Samual said in submission after a brief pause, not desiring to be beheaded by this legendary Astartes swordsman.

"Brother Samual Sevenson, tactical marine of 17th squad. I forgive said impertinence.", Hamahoto said with authority.

"And the graceful Mistress Agony, so finely bred and well raised. I had planned to choose an arranged marriage husband for you the moment you finished your apprenticeship, to breed your fine genes to make more of my graceful beautiful geisha Dominatrices. But if you wish to marry a Night Lord instead then that might be even more honourable… Provided the man in question is worthy.", Hamahoto told Mistress Agony dominantly.

"Yes Great Grandfather.", Mistress Agony said in complete submission, every woman in the clan taught with horrifying true historical stories to be terrified of disobedience to Hamahoto, remembering the tales of every Lee dominatrix who had been gutted alive by the enraged Hamahoto for rudeness or disobedience to the terrifying Astartes!

"So many of my granddaughters have married the fair Wendy Sevenson, that gorgeous exquisite lesbian. This I have always tolerated, for the bondage of the exquisite Wendy has always been a beautiful thing. Wendy truly appreciates my graceful geisha Dominatrices in a way that few do, I have long given her my consent to wed my granddaughters as she is a true connoisseur of the art. But now another Sevenson seeks one of my fair ones. Does he appreciate you the same way that Wendy does?", Hamahoto mused out loud.

"I hope that he does Great Grandfather.", Mistress Agony said submissively from the ground.

"With all due respect, the relationship between me and Agony is a private matter. I do not wish to discuss such personal details.", Samual complained.

"This girl, is MINE, whelp!, I and I alone get the final say in the marriage of any Lee of pure blood!, Myself and my chattel slaves provided 100 percent of the blood that now pours through Mistress Agony's veins, I OWN this woman!", Hamahoto snarled angrily!

"She is to be imminently bred with one of her second cousins in an arranged marriage, and no less than five daughters will she produce before I am satisfied to let her leave her arranged marriage. If you want to instead breed her yourself as your own wife then you must satisfy ME that you are WORTHY of such a privilege!", Hamahoto barked!

Mistress Agony gasped in dismay at the news that she had been chosen for arranged breeding so soon!, If she didn't get Samual NOW then she would be too pregnant and too married to a nobody to EVER become a Sevenson wife!

"Please let me marry this warrior Great Grandfather!", Mistress Agony begged in a panic, all of her priorities now changed.

"I ask you for her hand in marriage sir.", Samual asked respectfully.

Hamahoto paused, his mighty samurai sword lowered thoughtfully.

"I will give you a chance to prove yourself worthy. Train with me and talk with me for the next few days to let me judge your worth.", Hamahoto grudgingly allowed.

Mistress Agony gasped with relief and thanked him profusely, as did Samual.

"Prepare yourself for training practice and meet me in the jungle, I will test your mettle to wed my fair distant granddaughter.", Hamahoto told Samual enthusiastically, and both Night Lords soon departed.

Mistress Agony blinked. It looked like the wedding was back on. How the hell would she explain this to the others?

***…