Editing Shedding the Darkness (section)

== Through the Looking Glass ==
A week into his journey back to Rayna, Kraegus was beginning to wonder whether he had imagined the entire affair. Though there was no trace of the tear in his torso, the supposed daemonette had not made her presence known in any way, shape, or form. The daemons the Inquisitor had encountered thus far struck him as a more prideful and boastful sort of creature, one that did not hesitate to remind those they had power over of their position. Thus, he was rather confused by her lack of contact, especially given her “speech” about having similar goals to his. Still, as Kraegus shuffled towards the shuttle’s small bathroom, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. 

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Taking up residence in the man’s soul had taken more energy and effort than Alysia had expected. For what little she knew, such a task was supposed to be trivial, especially if the mortal in question willingly allowed entrance. Instead, she felt her powers weakened, and her thoughts seemed to slow to a crawl.  Slowly drawing power from the soul she had curled herself around, the daemonette rested for a time. 

When she awoke, Alysia was vaguely aware that the human was showering. Though the sensations she felt through him were muddled, reduced, they were strange and exciting. The way he experienced touch, smell, sight, all of it was different from her own. The warm water striking against his skin was delightful, but nothing compared to the feeling of air flowing in and out of Kraegus’ lungs. Was this what it was to have a shape in the Materium?

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Slower than light travel had always been a tedious affair, and the shuttlecraft had little in the way of entertainment. As such, the Inquisitor took his time bathing and preparing for what felt like the fifth nap of the day. Shaving wasn’t necessary, but the mindless task brought him comfort. After running the crude razor through the cold water, Kraegus was surprised when his reflection in the mirror had shifted upon returning his gaze upwards. 

The alluring, yellow eyes that stared back at him made his heart skip a beat. Alysia’s visage was beyond the term “beautiful,” despite the alien ears and odd, reptilian hood. Almost subconsciously, Kraegus’ hands wandered downwards to cover himself, which seemed to amuse the daemonette.

“Don’t bother. I’ve already seen your…what is that euphemism you’re so fond of…lascarbine?” she said, trying not to grin as the man blushed profusely.

“It’s not a…how did you…” stammered Kraegus as he reached for a towel to wrap himself with. “…not important. I was beginning to wonder whether you were just a figment of my near-death experience.”

Giggling, Alysia brought her hand up to her mouth. “Oh…I’m quite real, my *dearest* Inquisitor.  The way you mortals get about is…boring, so I was off doing more important things.” That was a lie, but telling him the truth would only reveal just how vulnerable she was. 

“…Right. Well I’m sorry my vessel isn’t capable of dipping into that hellhole you call home. We won’t arrive at Rayna for another few weeks. So congrats, you get to go off and do more ‘important things,” he quipped, turning away from the mirror. The concept that he was sharing his soul with a daemon still didn’t sit well with him, even if said daemon was rather bewitching. 

A bluish, forked tongue emerged from the daemonette’s lips, far longer than any human’s as it wrapped around her index finger. Pulling said finger into her mouth, Alysia closed her eyes and tilted back her head with a slight moan. “Don’t be upset…I could always stay and play with you…” she whispered past the digit she was sucking absent-mindedly, “but I can see you’re not interested…”

Slowly turning in the mirror, she released the finger from her mouth and began to fade from view. “W…Wait!” shouted Kraegus, raising his hand as if to stop the mirror from walking away. “…What did you have in mind?”

The hood hiding the back of Alysia’s head tilted to the left as she turned back with a grin. “Eager, are we?”

“Maybe…I figure if I’m an abomination now, I might as well enjoy being one…” The Inquisitor’s hand lowered, his gaze falling from the reflective surface as he trailed off.

Nearly jumping in surprise as a hand brushed against his cheek, Kraegus’ eyes widened as he realized the daemonette had leaned out of the mirror. Most of her body was still inside: her arms, head, and torso being the only things exposed to the air.  The intersection between her abdomen and the mirror was surrounded by a faint glow, waving and shimmering as it distorted the light. Yet, this would go unnoticed by Kraegus, his eyes drawn to the mammaries swaying gently beneath her arched back. 

“See something you like?” Alysia purred, taking his hands by the wrists and moving them to her breasts. “Go on…I know how much you’ve always wanted to play with some…”

It was true, and Kraegus forgot to be angry at the fact she had read his mind as he began squeezing her mounds gently. They were heavenly soft, just large enough to be eye-catching, yet small enough not to detract from the daemonette’s other features. Much to his delight and amazement, the groping was met with soft moans and heavy breathing. Changing tact, he began swirling his thumbs over her areolas, teasing her nipples as Alysia bit her lower lip.

The mortal was clumsy, inadequate, but somehow the most pleasurable being to ever caress her skin. Perhaps it was because she had spent such little time in Slaanesh’s realm before capturing his wayward soul. Maybe it was because of the added sensation of having a semi-material form. Either way, Alysia couldn’t resist the delight working its way to her brain. Even better, she experienced both of their senses simultaneously, and the Inquisitor excitement was contagious. 

“Do…Do you have a hand mirror?” she gasped, pulling his hands away so as not to become completely overwhelmed. 

“Uhh…” The Inquisitor scrambled about the bathroom searching for one. Not finding the item of his quest, he leapt from the room to search  the rest of the shuttle. Much to the daemonette’s delight, Kraegus’ haste had stripped his towel from him, revealing a rather eager manhood. She supposed he had other qualities of an “attractive” human: a semi-toned body and tanned skin, topped with blue eyes and ashen hair. Still, it wasn’t until she caught sight of his throbbing cock that she truly began to feel a sense of enticement towards her host.

Minutes later, Kraegus returned to the bathroom, panting as he held up a small mirror that he had found in the emergency locker’s supplies. “Found…Found this…”

“It will have to do…” mused Alysia, slipping from the main mirror into the one in the Inquisitor’s hands between blinks. Until the ritual, in which her charge would sacrifice a body to her and thusly give her a form to corrupt as she saw fit, she could only manifest partially in this realm. Still, it was enough for her to be able to extract some much needed energy and food.

Licking her lips, she instructed Kraegus to return to his bedroom, and to place the mirror at the foot of the bed. As she pulled herself from the small window into the Immaterium, the daemonette couldn’t help but giggle once more as an image of her coiling around him flashed acrossed the Inquisitor’s mind.

“My my…someone seems to have forgotten I can read his mind,” murmured Alysia sensually. She was now most of the way out of the mirror, only the lower half of her tail keeping her connection to the surface. Fully uncoiled, she towered over the man below her on the bed. Yet, as she wound her way down to scrape her nipples across his chest, she felt his sense of thrill grow. 

“Now… where to begin…”