Editing Shedding the Darkness (section)

==Coils of Delight==

“Oi! Wake up! Wake up you useless git!”

Kraegus was roused from his slumber by the sensation of Alysia’s tail constricting around him. His eyes snapped open, revealing the daemonette’s disapproving glare.

“What?” he said while yawning. “I was actually enjoying my nap…”

Alysia’s frown deepened as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. “I’m hungry,” she murmured, failing to suppress the redness seeping across her face. It was too soon. She shouldn’t need to feed off the mortal’s energy this frequently, but the telltale pull of the warp was unmistakable.

“Well…it’s not like you needed to wake me up to do that. Besides, that’s kind of something I always wanted to experience. Being woken up with…”

The Inquisitor’s eyes widened as he found Alysia forcing her lips against his. Since when did daemons get embarrassed? Something was wrong. After allowing her to lead their tongues on a brief tango, he wiggled his head free. “What in the world has gotten into you?” he asked, scanning her face with a mixture of wonder and concern.

Her eyebrows furrowed in response. “You should know, after all this is *your* fault…”

“*My* fault? I don’t follow…”

“Hmph!” Leaning back, Alysia increased the space between their upper bodies to allow herself to draw a symbol in mid-air. “Tell me, how many points does this star have?”

“Six, of course.”

“Then *why*, my dear mortal, did you only draw five on that woman?”

It was Kraegus’ turn to grimace. “…Maybe because I was a little distracted. You know, with being forced to edge for hours on end like *someone* wanted.”

“Typical human, can’t focus on anything but pleasure,” Alysia growled, revealing her fanged canines. Her heartbeat quickened, and her coils around the Inquisitor tightened.

Wincing at the increased pressure, Kraegus shot back, “That’s rich, coming from a daemon.”

“Ssssss…” she hissed, hood flaring. “It’s your fault I’m like this. Instead of leaving an imprint of myself on you, you left an imprint of yourself on me.”

“Hah, so your plan backfired then. I can’t say I’m at all disappoint…” His diatribe was halted by Alysia slapping him across the face. When he turned his head back, Kraegus was stunned upon seeing tears forming at the edges of her eyes.

“Shut up! Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is?! I’m stuck having the equivalent of ‘emotions’ and ‘feelings.’ My powers are weaker than your most pitiful psyker, and my body is restricted by the rules of this mortal realm. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be! If my Mistress found out…”

By now, the tears were flowing freely down the daemonette’s face. If it wasn’t for the fact that her entire appearance was unnatural, Kraegus might have mistaken Alysia for a scared woman. Gingerly, he extended his arms so as to hug her, only to have her fall against his chest sobbing.

“It’s not fair! It’s not! I just wanted to be a good servant! But now I’m useless…worse than trash… pathetic…” As she continued to mutter incoherently, Alysia pounded her fist weakly against him.  To her, it was as if her entire short life had collapsed around her. If she ever was forced back into the Immaterium, she was certain She Who Thirsts would torture her for eternity. There was no room for compassion or weakness in Slaanesh’s domain.

Meanwhile, Kraegus was left wondering whether he was still dreaming. Hugging the daemonette gently, his first thought was whether he should offer to end her suffering. After all, it was *her* fault he had fallen and gone against everything he once stood for. But, as he stared down at the top of her head, that malicious thought faded. As much as his Inquisitorial training had been ingrained into him, he couldn’t just abandon a being that had saved his life, let alone one that was now lamenting while coiled around him. Still, he allowed a small part of himself to wonder if this was all a setup before trying to comfort Alysia.

“There there…It will uh… be alright?” he offered, unsure what to say. He was an Inquisitor damn it, not a counselor! Lucky for him, he didn’t have to say anything more.

Alysia once again forced her long tongue into his mouth, cupping the human’s head as she led a slow waltz. As the dance proceeded, she found herself subconsciously grinding against him. “Damn the consequences,” she thought, “I’m going to enjoy this.” She loosened her hold around Kreagus’ lower half before further ravaging his face, moaning in delight. This allowed the mortal to add hip thrusts to her own, rubbing his manhood against her moistening vulva. 

Several minutes passed, by which time both of them were panting in arousal and anticipation. Breaking the embrace, Kraegus pulled back just enough to put an inch between his face and Alysia’s. “Now, you said you were hungry?” he whispered, looking downwards past her perky breasts to where their genitalia were scraping against one another. “Why don’t we do something about that?”

Before she could respond, he pushed his throbbing shaft into her folds. His groan was matched by Alysia’s own, and her tail once against restricted around him. For a moment, they simply savored being joined to one another, before Kraegus broke the silence.

“That…it…*you* feel incredible, Alysia. But how are we supposed to have sex if you keep me wound up like this?”

She giggled, kissing him once more. “Simple, my dearest Inquisitor. You just have to sit there and enjoy…”

Kraegus’ eyes widened as the textured walls enveloping his manhood began churning against it. It was as if the daemonette had taken kegels to a whole new level, exacting precise control and pleasure over each inch of his cock. Each second that passed was better than the last, yet he didn’t feel the telltale buildup that usually indicated he was nearing the edge.

“I…hnnngh…How long do you plan on…”

“Oh…all night, my dear. After all, I have needs too…” Alysia whispered, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him back into a kiss.