The next morning, the ship took off from Tatooine and was once again back in Hyperspace. I'd decided to head for Korriban first, purely due to the fact that this was possibly the only opportunity I'd have to Stamp Fay; I knew she was there only because she'd told the rest of the Jedi, and I didn't know where she'd go next. Finding her after that, even with divination, seemed like a pain.

It was a good job that my ship's original owners had upgraded the hyperdrive to better avoid law enforcement. Korriban was, like Tatooine, in the Outer Rim, around a third of the way around the galaxy's circumference, putting it more than 50,000 light years away - even more when you took into account that we were mostly restricted to hyperspace lanes. Fortunately, the upgraded hyperdrive meant we would still get there in only 4 days; hopefully before Fay left.

Normally at this time I'd be teaching my apprentices, but they'd already made admirable progress. Thanks to Soul talent, Kelly was now a solid Epsilon level psyker, or roughly on the same level that Aayla had been at when we'd first met, which didn't sound too impressive until you considered that was still beyond the majority of Imperial battle psykers, let alone Star Wars Force users. Aayla herself was even stronger in the Warp, now a Delta level psyker, bordering on Gamma, though due to the physical differences she still lost the majority of their lightsaber duels. Perhaps more importantly, they both had a firm understanding of biomancy and telekinesis under their belts. Later I'd start teaching them pyromancy, as I felt they could do with some more offensive power.

Cortana was a different case altogether. The level of power provided by Added potential was about as weak as you could possibly get while still being a psyker, and her focus on the more academic aspects of the Warp didn't do much to build up her power. Fortunately raw power hardly mattered for Artificing, it was all about control. Creating Warp-resonant tools was one thing, but further afield I had plans for full-blown psychic weaponry. I was aware, both via my metaknowledge and Ahriman's memories, of the Warlord-sinister class psi-titans, a special class of battle titan commissioned by none other than the God-Emperor Himself. They were essentially just regular Warlord-class titans that had been modified to replace one of their main weapons with a psi-cannon, powered by the suffering of alpha level psykers wired into it. Not only that, it seemed to confer a number of psychic abilities to the titans themselves, such as temporal manipulation to 'rewind' any damage received, making them rather difficult to destroy… but even putting the immorality of it to one side, where the hell would I even get alpha level psykers? Anakin Skywalker, the much vaunted 'Chosen One', was a strong Gamma level as most. Darth Vitiate, the most powerful of the Ancient Sith that I knew of, was maybe at Beta level, not counting anything that took lengthy rituals to pull off. My only options seemed to be the mysterious beings known as the Father, the Son, the Daughter, and Abeloth, also known as the Mother… not exactly helpful.

Even worse, it wouldn't even be enough to have an alpha level psyker; I'd need a supply of them. The only thing I could think of was to buy Added Potential 10 times so that I could have an infinite supply of psykers by Stamping them, and then use temporal manipulation to speed their gradual power increase enough to bump them up to alpha level in a timely manner. But even that had problems; the powers granted by Added Potential and Template Stacking didn't just passively increase over time, they needed active use or training to grow in power. And despite the power that the Company provided, they didn't seem too keen on people 'cheating' their system, meaning temporal manipulation probably wouldn't speed up the process anyway. A shame… I'd had visions of my own personal psychic super-battleship rivalling, if not surpassing, those built by the ancient Aeldari.

At least the other components were within my grasp. I knew that the psi-titan somehow amplified the power of the poor souls wired into them. Exactly how was unclear, but presumably it worked on a similar principle to a psychic hood, only far grander in scale. If that was the case, I - or rather, Cortana - could replicate with kyber crystals. Come to think of it, didn't the Death Star have multiple banks of kybers acting in series, amplifying the power repeatedly until it was great enough to destroy planets? Admittedly, that was purely mundane energy being amplified, but Kelly's psychic hood - which was made with kybers instead of the Warp-resonant crystals found in Warhammer - proved it would work with psychic energy as well. Even better, it would mean that, in theory, with enough kybers, I could get by with even the very weakest psykers to power weapons… though that still left the obvious moral issues. Why did life have to be so difficult?

Well, that was a problem for future me. Current me sighed in pleasure as I relaxed in the common room. My trousers and pants were off as my apprentices kneeled between my legs, where they'd spent the past hour eagerly fellating me. Kelly was doing an admirable job of deep-throating the shaft of my dick, her mouth and throat bulging unnaturally around its girth, while Cortana and Aayla worshipped my testicles, though they were far too large to actually fit in their mouths. That, incidentally, wasn't even a product of Body tune-up, it seemed to be par for the course for Space Marine genitals… how sad that only the Emperor's Children would ever get to use them. Then again, maybe not; there was simply no way a Space Marine's dick would fit into any of a woman's orifices without Sexual calibration. That, or a lot of stretching.

"Master, please may I cum soon?" Aayla asked, her tone almost whiny with desperation. The three of them were all nude, but I had forbidden them from pleasuring themselves, instead choosing to keep them on the verge of orgasm by telekinetically stimulating their clits the entire time.

"Did you really just stop sucking my balls to ask if you could do something which I'd specifically forbade, Aalya?" I asked sardonically.

"Yes master, sorry master, it's just… I need to cum so bad," Aayla whispered, the pained look on her face inspiring a small amount of joy in my own rotten hearts.

"Do you know how many times I've made you cum in the short time we've been together?"

"In the hundreds, master?"

"Exactly. Of course, you can make yourself cum before me… assuming you don't mind being whipped later," my grin turning a bit evil.

Aayla blanched a bit at that, before going back to sucking my right nut. A shame; as much as I enjoyed tormenting a masochist like Kelly, there was something utterly intoxicating about doing it to Aayla - someone who didn't enjoy pain, but was just so submissive and eager to please that they'd let me do it to them anyway, purely because of how much I would enjoy it. Still, while I was a bit sadistic - something which I couldn't chalk up to Ahriman's influence - it wouldn't do to be arbitrary, so I wouldn't punish her without having a valid reason.

The trio had all been using my pleasure spell on me for the past hour, so despite my Space Marine's willpower it wouldn't be long before I came. The only reason I hadn't cum already was that Kelly had to pause every so often to breathe. I didn't mind; I enjoyed making her gag. And if I ever wanted a gag-free blowjob, I always had Cortana.

"I think it's about time you all give me what I want, eh? Aayla, seeing as you're so keen, why don't you swap places with Kelly," I said. The Spartan withdrew her mouth from my dick, leaving the top half - which was all that would fit down her throat, even with Sexual calibration - covered in saliva. Aayla positioned herself to take over when I grabbed her head with one hand, forcing my dick down her throat.

"Why are you holding back, master?" Kelly asked teasingly. "You can fuck her face much harder than you are. She can take it."

Kelly took over sucking my balls as she stroked the exposed bottom half of my shaft with her hand. With her encouragement spurring me on, I grabbed Aayla's head with both hands as I savagely skullfucked her.

"URK! BURK! URG! GURG!" Aayla 'said' involuntarily as I enjoyed the feeling of her gagging around my dick. I was getting close now, so I said, "Now if you want me to let you cum… catch every single drop of my cum mid-air. Don't let any of it touch the floor."

After more than an hour of continuous stimulation I was pretty pent up. I pulled Aayla's head back, Kelly now stroking the entire length as I roared, "Take it! Take my cum!"

I saw stars as the first rope of cum squirted out of my dick, followed by another, and another, and another… I came for more than a minute straight as Kelly telekinetically caught it all in a single floating sphere.

"Now divide it into thirds, and swallow a third each," I said once I'd come down from the most intense orgasm I'd had in a while. With Sexual calibration, the first orgasm was usually just a warm-up, but I was feeling satisfied… for now.

Kelly displayed her mastery of telekinesis as she split the floating sphere of cum into equal thirds, levitating them towards Aayla, Cortana and herself. They each caught their respective thirds as they dutifully swallowed them down.

"There's one last thing for now," I said as I grinned like the Cheshire cat. "I know how pent up you all are. So, if you can remain standing without leaning on anything for support while I reward you, you'll get an extra treat later."

Not waiting for a response, I drew as much energy from the Warp as I could, and pushed. I was skilled enough now with the pleasure spell to apply it remotely, so I watched as my apprentices shrieked in pleasure as I induced a mind-blowing orgasm in each of them, applying the spell liberally to their clits and the insides of their cunts. As I predicted, it was powerful enough that none of them could stand still, instead writhing on the floor as they came their brains out.

"You knew that we wouldn't be able to stay upright, didn't you?" Cortana asked, smiling.

"I was… 99% sure," I smirked. "Now put your clothes back on, and come here."

They complied, quickly getting dressed as they leaned into me, wrapping them in my arms.

"I love you all so very, very much," I said softly as the four of us cuddled. "I don't want you to ever forget that."

I got murmured replies of "love you too" as we held each other, each radiating our affection towards each other. Beyond our mutual need for physical affection, such displays were, in my experience, especially important for a master-sub relationship to succeed. In my mind, the fact that their Stamps ensured their loyalty hardly mattered. Ah, this was the life.

-x-x-x-x-

We parted ways after that. My apprentices continued their psykery practice together in the cargo bay as I sat at the kitchen table, alone. It wasn't ideal, but this was the only flat surface I could sit at, currently strewn with paper and pencils. I was brainstorming some ideas for what I wanted my future empire to look like. It would've been more convenient to do it digitally, but there was something about physically putting my thoughts onto paper that made them flow more easily.

Though I fully intended to Stamp Palpatine, I wasn't going to interfere with his plans too much, mainly just to prevent any unnecessary Jedi deaths. Obviously, Order 66 wouldn't be happening, but by then the transition away from the Republic would be inevitable. The main difference was that the Jedi order would still be around, but they were in no position to oppose it, given that the Senate voted for it to happen. Once the Galactic Empire was well established as the legitimate government of the galaxy, I could arrange for Palpatine to be incapacitated while I took over as regent, in the process demonstrating my own far more reasonable rule. Then, once people had gotten used to me as the de facto ruler, I could get rid of Palpatine while keeping any disruption to the system at a minimum.

I was drawn out of my thoughts as I felt a Warp presence leave the cargo bay, approaching me. Kelly, judging by the soul.

"Hey, Ame," she said, standing beside me.

"Hey Kelly," I replied as I pulled her into a deep kiss, gazing into her big blue eyes for just a second at the end. Though I had grown close with all of my companions, the bond between Kelly and myself was truly something special… not that I'd ever say that out loud. It wouldn't do to play favourites.

"How are Aayla and Cortana getting along?" I asked.

"Pretty well, all things considered," Kelly replied. "Cortana seems to have forgiven Aayla's faux pas… it helps when you can see someone's sincerity through the Warp, I guess."

"Good. I don't want any feelings of mistrust or resentment to exist between anyone on this ship… or another ship, when we eventually get one."

"Likewise. And what about you? Are you OK on your own?"

"I'm fine. I just don't want you to think I'm, you know… abandoning you or anything."

"It's completely fine, Ame. You don't need to explain anything," Kelly smiled, understanding. "Am I right in thinking you were quite introverted in your previous life?"

"What makes you think I'm still not?" I said wryly. "I just hope the others understand as well."

"Trust me, they understand. It's not as if the Company only chooses social butterflies to be contractors."

I let out a bark of laughter at that. "They definitely don't, Kelly," I grinned. "Anyway, did you need something?"

"Not really, I was more just curious as to what you were up to. More future plans, I see?"

"Yes. Or rather, how I'll be altering Palpatine's plans to suit my own ends."

"You know, you never really went into detail about what his plans are, other than to say he intends to use a manufactured civil war to increase his own power and eventually crown himself Emperor."

"I didn't because there isn't much more to it. The masses have become disaffected from democracy by an hyper-incompetent, hyper-corrupt Republic, and yearn for authoritarianism. The civil war is merely the catalyst to bring it about. The Senate, meanwhile, cannot oppose the policies increasing the Chancellor's power without indirectly supporting the Republic's enemies. Once it becomes obvious that that was Palpatine's plan all along, he'll be too powerful, and popular, to stop. At that point, they'll have no choice but to continue supporting him, if only because not doing so would be political suicide."

"And Palpatine's empire? What will that look like?"

"A far more militarised, centralised, unitary state based around human supremacism, at the expense of everyone else."

"So fascism, basically," Kelly replied, frowning.

"Well… I guess not literally. The overall culture of the galaxy is completely different to the western European cultures in which fascism arose back home. For example, Palpatine won't try to establish any sort of continuity with the Sith empires of old like, say, Mussolini did with Rome. More to the point, Palpatine doesn't actually believe his own ideology; the Galactic Empire is purely a means to an end, that end being the creation of his own Dark Empire, a magocracy in which Dark side users will enforce his will upon the galaxy."

"Not exactly a subtle name," Kelly said dryly.

"At that point he'll no longer have any need for subtlety. I believe that his ultimate goal is to syphon off the collective misery and suffering of the galaxy to increase his own power. Given enough time, he'd eventually become a God in his own right, though not like the Chaos Gods… he'd essentially become an even more evil version of the God-Emperor of Mankind, able to exist both within realspace and the Warp simultaneously."

"That sounds even worse than the threat of Chaos," Kelly said. Even as she kept her expression neutral, I had impressed upon her the true nature of Chaos, and I could feel a twinge of horror emanate from her. "You aren't going to let that happen though."

"Of course not. It goes without saying that letting Palpatine become a God isn't good for anyone. In the short term, the idea of trying to maintain a unitary state of this scale is sheer lunacy. It makes me think of a certain quote by Charles de Gaulle, something about ruling a country with hundreds of different types of cheese… only replace cheese with sapient species, and hundreds with millions."

"Would Palpatine not realise it's such a bad idea, even if it is only temporary?"

I shook my head. "Palpatine is… not stupid, clearly. In fact I'd even say he's extremely intelligent. However after decades of constant successes, with no real challenges to his rule, he'll become so utterly convinced of his own genius that he won't be able to recognise when he does have a bad idea. Ultimately it's his hubris that will lead to his downfall… or at least it would, if not for my intervention."

Kelly nodded. "What do you plan to do instead, then?"

"Well, for one thing, the Senate won't be going anywhere, and they will still be democratically elected even as they are subservient to me. For another, the positions of Head of State and Head of Government will remain separate, though the latter will be an appointed Grand Vizier… I'll probably give that job to Cortana, given her near-infinite capacity for multitasking. Instead of a unitary state, the people will be mostly self-governing, all equal and united under the umbrella of my own Imperial Federation."

"That's what you're going to call the empire?"

"I can't take credit for the name," I replied, shrugging. "It's inspired by a plan I once read about to federalise the British Empire, turning it from a bunch of disparate colonies, protectorates and dominions into a single federal superstate. Obviously that never actually happened, but the factors that led to its failure back home aren't present here. Most notably, with how heterogeneous the galaxy's population is, there are no nationalist movements - or should I say, speciesist movements - pushing for independence."

"It would seem that little would change for the life of the average person."

"That's what I'm hoping for. If they notice the transition at all, I want it to be purely due to the positive changes - cleaning up the Senate's corruption, for example. Though I should note that, even as a federation, it will still be far more centralised than the Republic is presently. Even disregarding the corruption, the galaxy's immense potential has been squandered by the various factions pulling it in different directions. Once it's united in matters such as trade, economic policy and mutual defence, I can direct that potential towards such ends as universal healthcare, social welfare, and pensions for all."

"Surely that's just the beginning though?" Kelly asked, smiling widely. "After all, we've already discussed ways to go beyond resource scarcity entirely."

"Exactly. Since learning of the existence of molecular furnaces, I've realised it'll actually be even easier than we'd imagined… quite frankly, the fact that the galaxy hasn't already achieved post-scarcity despite already having matter-energy conversion technology says more about the current state of things than anything the Senate could ever do."

"So while you're busy ruling the galaxy, with Cortana taking care of most of the day-to-day business, how will your harem fit into things?" Kelly asked.

"Well, I guess I could take some inspiration from the Ottoman Empire, only with my own super-soldiers filling the role of the eunuchs… and also without the fratricide. Clearly, I will have no need for an heir. The Ottoman harem was traditionally led by the Sultan's mother, but obviously that won't be the case here. Maybe I can give that job to you," I said, grinning.

"I think I'd enjoy that," Kelly replied, grinning back just before I pulled her into another kiss.

-x-x-x-x-

That afternoon, I began teaching my apprentices the extremely unsubtle art of pyromancy. I had already taught them bio-lightning, which was one of the few offensive powers relating to biomancy, but I had made it clear only to use it if they were certain there were no Jedi around who might mistake it for Force lightning. Both Kelly and Aayla managed to conjure up a decent fireball, but Cortana could barely produce a spark. Not that I was concerned; she had little need for power, I had included her in our lessons mainly for the academic knowledge involved when learning a new school of Warp techniques.

It was after our lesson that I decided to introduce them to yet another school, though one that I had no intention of ever teaching them.

"So, this is the part when the galaxy's number one sorcerer does some actual sorcery, huh?" Cortana asked wryly.

"I always planned to get around to it eventually," I replied dismissively. "It was just never at the top of my to-do list until now."

"So what will you actually be summoning?" Aayla asked apprehensively. I distinctly remembered the moment I'd shown her the Gods of Chaos first-hand… she was just about as horrified as I'd expected.

"Well, as you can see, I have 12 sacrifices arranged around the ritual circle," I said. They consisted of the slavers I had captured when I first arrived in Star Wars, and 6 of Jabba the Hutt's 'tax collectors', all bound and gagged. I had placed them equidistant around the summoning circle which I had drawn in the cargo bay, the only space on the ship big enough. "Their ritualised deaths will act like shining beacons through the Warp as their souls fly into the immaterium. Since the Warp is so calm here that wouldn't be enough to summon much of anything by itself. Thus I will be channelling some of the power stored in my staff into the spiritual flares, ensuring they shine brightly enough to lure in a daemon. The daemon in question will be a herald of Slaanesh, one of the most exalted lesser daemons of the Prince of Pleasure. I'm sure I don't need to explain why I'm summoning one of those."

"Why not summon a greater daemon?" Kelly asked. "The binding ritual should keep it from attacking us, right? Plus you'd get more Credits for Stamping it, and, well, I haven't known you to do things by halves."

"All good points, but there are also some points against it. For one thing, on the off-chance that something goes wrong and the daemon breaks free of its bindings before the Stamp finishes, I'm honestly not confident I could overpower a greater daemon, at least not yet. For another, I would need way more sacrifices than just these to draw one in, even with my own power boosting the effect. Perhaps most importantly… the greater daemons of Slaanesh, the Keepers of Secrets as they're known, are actually not his most favoured servants, believe it or not. They are instead what he sends forth from the Warp when he wants a particular world levelled to the ground, its people killed or enslaved. Living weapons essentially, at least for a certain definition of living. No, the Prince of Pleasure is attended most directly by his heralds. I'll leave the details of exactly how they attend to him to your imagination."

"What do they look like?" Kelly asked.

"Well, the typical daemon of Slaanesh is not conventionally attractive, being an androgynous, crab-clawed, hermaphroditic mess that no-one with any sense, let alone taste, would ever consider shagging… which suits the Slaaneshi cultists just fine. Of course, such beings would never be able to seduce any sane person. In those cases, the Prince of Pleasure sends forth his minions with a bit more guile, those that are actually attractive. Obviously their appearance varies, but imagine someone mostly human looking besides the presence of wings and a tail, horns as well as hair, actual feet instead of daemonic hooves, tits as big as watermelons… like the typical fantasy succubus, basically. At least until they've successfully ensnared their mark at which point… out come the crab claws."

"Only this time it'll be you ensnaring her?" Cortana asked.

I nodded. "The runes of the ritual circle contain the details of the binding method used," I replied. "I was able to make the bindings much stronger than normal, as a trade off for the fact they will only last a little over 72 hours."

"Just enough time for the Stamp to finish."

"Precisely. Under ordinary circumstances, not even the most powerful daemons can remain in the materium indefinitely. However the Stamp will override that, permanently binding them to the material realm via myself, as well as ensuring their loyalty to me instead of Slaanesh."

"That last part seems especially important," Aayla said.

"Exactly. Believe me, no daemon will ever willingly serve anyone beside their respective God… or themselves, for the rare few daemons that embody Chaos as a whole. Again, the Stamp will render them loyal to me instead. As much as I'd love to know how exactly the Stamp works… trying to work that out seems like an exercise in futility. The Company doesn't seem too keen on people knowing their secrets."

"That's probably for the best, you know," Kelly said.

"Perhaps. Anyway, it's time to start the ritual now. Please remain quiet, I must concentrate. I'd suggest you all stand back, over by the door."

My apprentices complied, huddling into the corner even as they watched in anticipation. I gripped my staff with both hands as I telekinetically held the knife against the throat of the first sacrifice, the leader of the band of slavers and my ship's original owner. Then, in a language known to no being in the galaxy other than myself, a language that was old when the omniverse was young, I began to chant.

This particular chant had 12 verses, each of 12 lines, each of 12 syllables. On the very last syllable of each verse, I sliced the jugular of one of the sacrifices, observing their soul fly into the Warp. Each time that happened, I poured some energy from my staff into the soul, lighting up the Warp like a candle in the darkness. After the first 3 sacrificial deaths I first felt it, the presence of a herald of Slaanesh, seemingly confused as to where it was - distances in the Warp didn't match up exactly with distances in the materium, but even still being adjacent to a different plane of existence to the one they were used to was clearly disorienting. The entire time I felt the Gods of Chaos watching with interest, but the Warp was too calm for them to actually do anything, so I wasn't worried. For once they didn't seem hostile; if anything, they seemed intrigued as to how someone from a dimension where their influence was so weak could be invoking their power… not that I was going to tell them.

At the very end of my chant, on the 1,728th syllable, I sliced the throat on the 12th sacrifice. As I did so I drew upon the Warp to rend the very fabric of reality, dragging the daemon out of the depths of the Warp, forcing them to manifest in the materium, trapped within the bindings of the ritual circle. I heard Aayla gasp as a technicoloured flash of light and the stench of ozone filled the air as a new being appeared in my ship's cargo bay.

If Kelly was a 10 out of 10 on the attractiveness scale, my newly summoned daemon was a 12. In fact the herald was, probably, the most beautiful being in this entire galaxy; humanesque in appearance, with lilac skin, a heart-shaped face, bright pink eyes, pointed ears and dark purple hair, which flowed elegantly around her curved horns. The only thing she was wearing was a low-cut dress that showed off far too much skin to be decent, regardless of the setting, which clung to her inhumanly perfect hourglass figure, a bubble-butt which even the most skilled plastic surgeons would've failed to match, and two perfectly symmetrical breasts, each of which was larger than her head. A pair of wings, resembling an upside-down pair of angelic wings, only leathery instead of feathered, protruded from just below her shoulder blades, nearly touching the ceiling, as well as a long tail, protruding from the base of her back, which was dragging on the floor.

The only unusual feature was the daemon's expression, clearly shocked at its unexpected location.

"Wha… What is this place?" the daemon asked with an incredibly refined, almost posh, accent that sounded like the most perfect singing voice I'd ever heard. "How in the Warp did you summon me here!? This isn't the Milky Way!"

"You're right, it isn't," I said as my grin threatened to break my face. "You are, in fact, the only daemon in the galaxy, if not this entire place of existence. But as you'll soon see, I have plans for you far greater than any petty Chaos cult."

"Is that so?" she asked, a sly smile appearing on her flawless face. "Well, I'm so glad to have been summoned by such an august sorcerer as yourself, and in such an unexpected place at that. How may I serve you, my master?"

Her voice sounded totally sincere, but I knew it was a lie; no daemon ever willingly served their summoner. No doubt she was trying to make me believe she was submissive, only to stab me in the back later. Of course, Ahriman knew better; I knew better. I wouldn't be letting my new Companion do anything of her own accord until her Stamp finished.

"Hold still for a minute," I said as I approached the bemused daemon, pressing my Stamp to her upper chest, just above her breasts. Three seconds later my Device vibrated, indicating that, in 72 hours, she'd be mine.

"What was that?" the daemon asked, now suspicious.

I laughed. "Come now, did you really think you could bait me into letting my guard down before I was sure you wouldn't betray me? Believe it or not, that Stamp has power beyond even the Warp itself. It has begun the process of binding you to me totally, more than any summoning ritual could achieve. In 72 hours, you'll be serving me far better than you ever served old Slanny."

The daemon looked stunned, before her expression curled into one of utter rage - more out of how I'd disrespected her patron than her failure to dupe me. "Why you-"

"Silence," I commanded. The herald of Slaanesh immediately shut up, unable to disobey any direct orders while bound by the ritual circle. "Kneel in the centre of the circle."

She complied, a look of hatred on her face as I sat cross-legged opposite her. "Stay perfectly still until I say otherwise," I said as I cast a speed bubble around us.

I had previously contacted the Company helpline to ask how the Stamp's 72 hour timer would interact with temporal manipulation; they had told me that it would take 72 hours from either the Stampee's perspective or my own, whichever was longer. So I couldn't just keep her in a slowness bubble for 3 days, nor could I trap her in a speed bubble which I was outside of to Stamp her in just a few seconds. Thus I decided to include myself in the speed bubble, ensuring only a few seconds passed for the rest of the galaxy. The daemon stared at me impotently, clearly furious as I spent the next 72 hours in a state of incredibly deep meditation. I wasn't in any danger; I had quadruple-checked the ritual bindings to ensure there were no flaws, plus I had all of Ahriman's knowledge. And even if she did somehow break free, she was 'just' a lesser daemon; I could forcibly restrain her until the Stamp finished if need be.

I spent my meditation idly swimming the depths of the Warp, something that would be suicidal in the Warhamer galaxy, but here was rather relaxing. From my own perspective time seemed to pass much quicker, though that wasn't due to any temporal effects; it was more similar to how a night's sleep didn't seem to take a full 8 hours to complete from the point of view of the sleeper. I was drawn out of my meditative state when I felt my Company Device vibrate; looking at the screen, my lips curled into a smile as I saw the herald was now mine.

"Congratulations, you are the first daemon in history to be successfully separated from the Gods of Chaos," I said as I collapsed the speed bubble. "Split off as you are from She-Who-Thirsts, you now have more autonomy than any other daemon in existence, even those of Chaos undivided."

"Even as I am now bound to you?" she asked. She was still angry, but now seemed more thoughtful as well, the Stamp clearly working its magic.

"Even with that. My apprentices may be bound to me," I said gesturing towards Kelly, Aayla and Cortana, "but it does little beyond ensuring their loyalty and affection. They are still very much their own people… as are you, now."

"I see," said the daemon, eyeing them with interest, before turning back to me. "My name is Xylixia, former seductress of the Prince of Pleasure, now your humble servant, my Master."

"Ah yes, because daemons of Slaanesh are known for their humility," I snorted in amusement, which became a laugh as she glared at me. "My name is Amedeus, formerly a Space Marine of the Sons of Antaeus chapter, now this galaxy's only Chaos sorcerer. My apprentices are Kelly-87, Cortana, and Aayla Secura," I said, gesturing to each of them in turn.

"Your surname is a number?" Xylixia asked Kelly, tilting her head in curiosity.

"I was a soldier before joining up with Ame," the Spartan shrugged. "My birth name is Kelly Shaddock."

"I see," the Daemon mused. "And what an exotic young thing you are, Miss Secura. It's so rare to see an abhuman that's actually an improvement over the base human form," she said to an uncomfortable looking Aayla as she ran a hand down one of the twi'lek's lekku.

"I believe the politically correct term is near-human," I said. "I think you'll find people around here aren't anywhere near as xenophobic as they are in the Imperium."

"You mean I won't have to worry about people reacting negatively to my clearly superior form? How refreshing," Xylixia replied, her pink eyes sparkling in amusement.

"Quite. Though I assume you can still take on a human form when required, I don't always want to attract that much attention."

"Of course," she said with an indulgent smile as her body shifted to look human. Her overall appearance was more or less the same, her horns, wings and tail having disappeared, her hair was now fire-red, eyes bright blue, and her skin a more normal pale colour.

Damn. I admit, I have a weakness for redheads. Unsurprisingly Xylixia picked up on my arousal, as she said, "Before you ask, this form responds to the desires of my summoner, my Master."

"What did you say about not attracting attention, Ame?" Cortana asked, amused.

"Pretty sure I didn't say anything about that, actually," I grinned.

The daemon snorted in amusement. "And am I supposed to believe one such as you doesn't attract attention wherever they go?"

"What are you talking about? Subtle is my middle name," I said, waving my hand dismissively. She laughed at that, before I said, "Well Xylixia, or Xyl as I think I'll be calling you, four syllables being three too many… you and I have a lot to discuss regarding the Warp. You three, meanwhile, can carry on practising pyromancy," I said to my apprentices.

With a flick of my wrist I disposed of the sacrificial corpses with a blast of Warpfire as I headed into the common room. Xyl followed me as we left the others behind in the now much less populated cargo bay, as I began to pick my new minion's brain on the fine art of manipulating the warp.

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"...so you see, the Stamp has clearly stabilised the Warp energy composing your body, allowing you to remain in the materium indefinitely, even without a host," I said to Xylixia.

Xyl nodded, now back in her daemon form. "Fascinating. I suppose the most inexplicable fact is that this 'Company' exists at all, never mind that their power dwarfs that of Chaos, or even the Warp itself. Given that, it's not surprising that I should be separated as I am from the Prince of Pleasure."

I'd spent the rest of the day getting Xyl to tell me everything she knew about manipulating the Warp. This, more than anything, was the main reason Chaos Sorcerers even bothered summoning daemons; most people thought of Sorcerers as having an army of daemonic minions at their beck and call, but that didn't often occur in practice. Their finite lifespan in the materium, and the fact that they'd turn upon their summoners the first chance they'd get, made it tricky to utilise their abilities in battle.

The vast majority of Sorcerers were, like myself, most closely aligned to Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways. The normal procedure would be to summon a lesser daemon of Tzeentch, or, if you were feeling particularly brave or stupid, a daemon prince or even a greater daemon. You would then question them for their knowledge of the Warp, generally new ways of casting spells or carrying out sorcerous rituals. If you were lucky, you might even get it to let slip its true name. Of course, while a bound daemon couldn't outright lie to a question posed to it, it could still obfuscate its answers with half-truths, partial information, and wording its answers in such a way that could be misinterpreted by the questioner, which was just one of the many things that made Sorcery such a tricky business.

Occasionally, you would find a Sorcerer that was more closely aligned to Nurgle, the Lord of Decay, or Slaanesh instead. It was even more unusual to summon a daemon dedicated to a different God than the one you were aligned to, but the same principles - and risks - still applied.

Fortunately, none of those risks applied here. Thanks to the Stamp, Xyl was far more forthcoming with information than even the weakest, most compromised daemon normally would be. And as extensive as Ahriman's knowledge was, he didn't often summon daemons of a God other than Tzeentch, so I still learned quite a bit from my new daemonic companion. Unsurprisingly for a Slaaneshi daemon, this mostly related to illusions, and other spells for manipulating the senses of others, as well as alternative techniques for using the Warp to boost one's speed. In turn, I had spent some of this time bringing Xyl up to speed regarding the Company and their machinations.

"Well, that can only be a good thing for us," I said to Xyl. "The Warp is calm here, and I have a monopoly on summoning daemons in this galaxy. I'd like to keep it that way."

Xyl nodded. "Do you seek to become a God yourself then, one day?"

"Hmm… that's a good question. To be honest, it's not one I've really thought much about. I don't think a psyker's power could just keep increasing forever under normal circumstances, but I no longer seem to have a maximum power limit. I suppose I just assumed it would eventually happen naturally. Hell, with my current rate of progress there's no reason to think I won't surpass the God-Emperor Himself sometime this millennium."

"Please don't remind me of the… Anathema," Xyl hissed, as if saying the word was physically painful. "Though I must say, a millennium seems like an overestimate to reach his level. For example, you told me that there are thousands of Sith ghosts residing on Korriban, sitting around doing nothing; the rubric ritual, which with Ahriman's memories you should have full knowledge of, would bind their souls to you, and grant you their collective power, would it not?"

"Yes, I suppose it would. Though I'll have to see if there are any worth resurrecting and Stamping first. Purely for their knowledge, mind you; at this point, if I ever need Credits, I can always just summon, Stamp, and sell more daemons."

"If anyone else were so determined to enrage the Four, I might consider them suicidally stupid… but I have a feeling you'll be able to pull it off," Xyl replied, wearing an amused smile.

"Well, yeah. In this galaxy, or really anywhere in the multiverse other than the Milky Way, the threat of Chaos is minimal, what with the Warp being so calm… all so I can enjoy the service of my daemonic companions I decide to keep," I said as my grin turned predatory.

"Oh Master, my sisters and I were created by the Prince of pleasure to serve," she replied as she began rubbing my crotch with her tail. "One day, you'll have to summon my sisters, so we can all serve you until the end of time."

"I look forward to it," I growled as I kissed her hungrily, enjoying the feeling of her unnaturally long tongue in my mouth.

"Perhaps we should take this to the bedroom, Master," Xyl purred as we broke off our kiss.

I carried the horny daemon into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed, where her clothes dissolved away into nothing, leaving her perfect body exposed before me as I stripped naked myself.

"Master, if you want us to be done before we arrive at Korriban, I would suggest you erect another speed bubble," she giggled.

I had given Xyl permission to use her spells on me, trusting the Stamp to keep me safe, meaning I was even hornier than normal. Time outside the bubble slowed a hundredfold, leaving me with all the time in the galaxy. I lay back on the bed, legs spread as Xyl stood between them.

"Mmm…" Xyl hummed as she licked her lips, "you know, you aren't the first Space Marine I've fucked, there were plenty of Emperor's Children who had their sex drives restored by the Prince of Pleasure. None of them were quite as well hung as you though," she said as she took my dick in her mouth, which stretched obscenely around the girth.

I sighed as Xyl slowly, yet eagerly, fellated me, allowing me to savour the experience. Not having the standard human anatomy allowed her to do things that the others simply weren't capable of; besides easily taking the entire length down her throat, I felt her incredibly long tongue wrap, spiralling, around my dick. Even without the pleasure spell applied, I wasn't going to last long.

"You know Xyl, there's a biomancy spell I came up with to enhance the pleasure," I said as she paused in sucking me off. "I don't suppose you could use anything like that?"

"Biomancy, you say?" Xyl asked as she pulled her head back, sounding intrigued. "Show me."

I cast the spell, taking her hand as I let the Warp energy flow into her.

"An interesting technique, though it can't compete with the magic of Slaanesh's finest," she said as her smile widened into a grin. "Master, if you want to last more than 30 seconds with what I'm about to do to you, try to hold it in."

Before I could ask what she meant, I saw pink flames emanate from her mouth and her cleavage. She squeezed my dick between her tits as she engulfed the head with her mouth, frantically titfucking my and sucking me off at the same time. It wasn't anything I hadn't experienced before… except for the pink flames. My own pleasure spell had merely used biomancy to enhance the sensitivity of nerves, and how much their signals stimulated the brain's pleasure centre. The pink flames somehow felt… deeper.

Xyl hadn't been kidding; however it worked, the pleasure induced by the pink flames was way, way stronger than my own pleasure spell. It was only the combination of Sexual calibration and my own Space Marine's constitution that kept me from instantly cumming. As it was, I had to grit my teeth as I held in my load for as long as possible. I lasted maybe 5 minutes before it became too much.

"Yes! Cum for me, Master! Drown me with all of your delicious cum!" Xyl exclaimed as she pulled her head black and stuck out her tongue, waiting to be fed. She kept titfucking me even as I came; my vision went black, stars filling the void, only barely conscious as I let out a manly whimper, before being overcome by the most intense pleasure I'd ever experienced, by far. I came like a firehose, the first few spurts hitting the ceiling as more cum flowed out of me than I thought possible, my orgasm lasting several minutes as I completely drenched Xyl in sticky white goo.

"My my, Master… what a mess you made," Xyl giggled. "How fortunate you have me to clean up after you, hmm?" She telekinetically gathered the cum in front of her, save for that which had drenched her, and swallowed the lot. "Delicious," she grinned.

Normally an orgasm of that magnitude would leave me feeling satisfied all by itself, but thanks to Xyl's magic it only made me even hornier. Overcome as I was with a lust-filled haze, I was barely cognizant of the fact that I'd manhandled Xyl onto the bed, pinning her down by her wings, as she barely having enough time to cast her pink flames onto my dick, before I unceremoniously shoved it into her impossibly perfect cunt, going up to the hilt in a single thrust.

Xyl squealed loudly as she came instantly. "Oh Master, I really turned you on didn't I?" she said, feigning a fearful voice that only made me even harder. "Just what manner of beast have I created- oh fuck yes, yes, YES!" she screamed as she squirted her own juices down the insides of her thighs as she came explosively yet again.

I completely lost track of time as I fucked Xyl into oblivion, but it was a good job I'd cast a speed-bubble; we really wouldn't have finished before reaching Korriban otherwise.

AN:

It's been... *checks notes* how long? 4 months since I last posted a chapter? Well that's a bit longer than I expected.

Yes, unfortunately a while ago I moved onto a different project at work which is a lot more complicated than what I was doing before, leaving me with less mental energy left over for writing - I wrote most of this chapter over the Christmas holidays, believe it or not. It's easing up a bit now though, so I should be able to spend more time writing.

The poll to decide where Amedeus and co would go next resulted in Korriban winning by a fair margin. That'll come next chapter.

Sadly this fic will now be going on hiatus for a while. Last week I was struck by the urge to start writing a Worm fic, and before I knew it I was on chapter 5. I'll start posting that on here soon. This fic isn't dead, but I'm unsure when the next chapter will be, so watch this space.