Editing Hesperax's Pet (section)

==Chapter One==
When Avitus awoke, he found himself strapped to a chair in the middle of a stark gray room. Square in design, and small in size, the only fixture besides the door was a single light directly above him. Like the walls and door, the chair he was bound to was made of a featureless, cold metal that seemed to sap his willpower. Struggling, the acolyte tried to free himself to little success, only to be interrupted when the door swung open.

“Hmph, already awake I see…” scoffed the supple-bodied alien as she stepped inside. Though Avitus had spent weeks trapped onboard the freighter containing countless homages to her, seeing Lelith like this was still a sight to behold. Clad in her wychsuit, the Succubus lived up to her title, if only by appearance alone. Little was left to imagination: her lush breasts were contained by a string bra, and her womanhood by a similarly scant adornment. The dark fabric was a stark contrast to her pale flesh, which was further amplified by armored thigh-highs, garterbelt, and a single arm sleeve. She was barefoot, and her fiery hair was kept from her angular face by a strict ponytail. To top it all off, the Dark Eldar’s lips were painted ruby red, and her green eyes emboldened by careful penciling and makeup. All of this served to cause the acolyte to gulp, unsure as to what the striking xenos before him was about to do.

“Not in a talking mood?” Lelith purred, walking slowly around Avitus’ chair as she spoke. “That’s perfectly fine. You need only to listen.”

She paused for a moment, standing directly behind him out of sight. “I did a little ‘housekeeping’ when I returned home. Do you know what I found? Twenty-three separate devices planted in my furniture and objects I took from my raids. All of them were transmitting to one place in particular, which I promptly ‘cleaned.’”

Avitus’ mouth opened and closed several times, his dry throat and nervousness making it difficult to speak. Finally finding his words, he stammered, “…I’m s-sorry. The Inquis…”

“Bah! When I get my hands on him…” She trailed off,  the malice in her tone perfectly making clear what fate awaited the man.

“But that wasn’t all I found. I had the Haemonculus look over you. Do you know what they found?”

“W…What?”

Walking around to his front, she leaned down to be at his eye level.“Your ‘Bastion of Humanity’ had you implanted with a recording device, designed to perfectly transcribe every sensation inflicted upon you. My guess? The mon’keigh thought there was a chance he’d recover you, after I had my way with you. Pitiful, and pathetic.”

Avitus’ eyes tried to remain on Lelith’s face, but the breasts swaying sensually beneath her made this extremely difficult. “I…I didn’t know…I s-swear!”

“Of course you didn’t. But it is of no matter now. I had it removed. If your dear Inquisitor wishes to experience my hospitality, he must do so first hand.”

“…So what comes now?” 

Lelith straightened out, resuming her pacing about the man. “Oh, that I’m still deciding. I could easily flay you alive until I absorb every ounce of your tortured soul. But that wouldn’t be fun now, would it?”

“N…No…”

A sultry chuckle passed her lips, and once again she paused behind him. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Lelith bent in and whispered into Avitus’ ear. “You see, you’ve seen a side of me that only two others have in my centuries of life. And you know what? It has been a very…very long time since I’ve been able to share it with someone.”

“I…I don’t follow.”

Nipping the skin right below his ear, Lelith continued. “I could make you my pet, my plaything. Someone who I can be myself around, instead of the public face of Hesperax. You would be well cared for, but you would find that the experience will be far…far more intense than anything your pitiful females could offer you…”

A small “eep!” escaped from Avitus’ lips at the light bite, and his stammer worsened. Had he heard her correctly? “W…W…What?”

“I don’t repeat myself often. You have a choice. Either service me in private, or sate my other needs and perish. The choice is yours.”

Her hands began to massage his shoulders, her breath against the skin of the acolyte’s neck hot and heavy. Avitus found himself trying to find a way out of the situation, but he came up with no other solutions. He was trapped, unable to return to the Imperium, and stuck between a life of shame or a painful death. Still, a life of shame was still a life…

“…W-What do I have to d-do?”