Editing Shedding the Darkness (section)

==A Loving Embrace==
Much to Alysia’s surprise (and dismay), her teasing was not met with delight. Instead, Kraegus simply fainted, straight into his pile of sickness. For a moment, the daemonette remained frozen in place, blinking slowly as she stared at the mortal’s body collapsed on the floor. 

“Clearly, we need to work on your stamina…” she whispered, bending over to gingerly pick up the Inquisitor. Slinging him over her shoulder with ease, Alysia turned to survey the room of her “birth.” Remnants of the slave-woman littered the small cargohold, making for a sight that would have pleased both Khorne and Nurgle. 

With a frown, the daemonette waved her  free hand, channeling the power of the warp to instantly clean the room. However, only half of the room became spotless, resulting in the corners of Alysia’s mouth to sink lower. Such a trivial task should have been simple for her to handle, even in the Materium. “Had something in the ritual gone wrong?” she wondered, waving her hand once again to finish what she had started.  

Lost in her worries, Alysia slithered towards the shuttle’s bathroom. As the vessel wasn’t designed with daemons in mind, she could only fit part of the way inside. It was enough to get Kraegus into the shower, though. Since he was still unconscious, the daemonette had to prop the Inquisitor upright against her upper body as the water washed over them both. She tried to be quick about it, as each minute that passed in the cold cascade seemed to sap her energy.
 
By the time her charge was washed of his accumulated filth, Alysia could barely move. Shivering, she dragged Kraegus back into the cargohold. After depositing him neatly in a corner, she wormed her way to the sleeping quarters, where she promptly ripped the blankets free of the beds. Returning to Kraegus, Alysia wrapped the cloth around her, but to no avail. Her body simply wasn’t producing enough heat, and it was shutting down. Teeth chattering, she glanced over at the human, sighing moments later as she realized what she had to do.

When Kraegus awoke, he found himself unable to move, restricted by a pleasantly warm embrace. Slowly opening his eyes, he realized that Alysia had coiled around him. Most of her lower body was tightly wound him, while her upper was cuddled against him like that of a lover. Lying on the floor of the cargohold, with blankets draped over them, it wasn’t the most comfortable position in the world. Yet, something about it was pleasurable all the same. 

Turning his head, the Inquisitor came to regard Alysia’s face. Her eyes were closed, a small bit of drool seeping from her slightly ajar mouth. The cobra-like hood that normally was prominently displayed had deflated, leaving the daemonette looking rather much like a purple-skinned Eldar of sorts. Her hands were wound around his chest, pulling her close to his side. Breasts enveloping his arm, Kraegus almost forgot for a moment that she was a daemon.

“…Since when do daemons sleep?” Kraegus finally wondered, squirming as he tried to pry himself free. In response, the reptilian tail restricted his legs further, and the arms around his torso squeezed him tighter. 

“Mmmpphrm…Nnooo…I don’t want to go on the cart…” mumbled Alysia, still lost in whatever fared for dreams for a daemonette. Her head nuzzled against the human’s shoulder, causing goosebumps of delight to erupt across his skin. 

“…Damn that’s cute…” Grumbling, Kraegus closed his eyes and tried to get back to sleep. There were worse ways to fall to heresy, he thought as he slipped back into the void.