Editing Macha writes a fapfic (section)

==The Suprise==
It turned out that Romelia's quarters were off in their own wing of the church, which, much to Fennias' dismay, meant that there was plenty opportunity to be spotted by those on their way to dinner. Though Violette maintained an aura of superiority, one of leading a heretic to his doom, Fennias could do little but follow in her wake, eyes cast downward at the floor. The other Sisters they passed seemed to not give them a second thought, but the few members of his choir that did muttered among themselves. 

"Poor Fennias, that mean old Sister is probably going to beat him senseless like Marcus..."

"Shhh! She'll hear you! Do you want to join him?!"

"Maybe..."

"Shut up, John. We don't need your deviancy getting us into trouble."

A single look from Violette sent the group scattering, and they were the last people the pair encountered on their trek.

"Well, here we are!" beamed Violette, opening the door and ushering him inside. "Romelia's out for the moment, but she said to go ahead and let you have some fun."

"W...What do you mean?" 

Not saying anything more, Violette winked and lead Fennias over to a door. "And here is the surprise. This used to be a spare bedroom, but now its all yours. You can do ''whatever'' you want in there until either myself or the Sister Superior fetches you."

"Ummm...o..okay?" murmured Fennias, not really sure what to make of this.

Laughing, the Sister opened the door and pushed him inside, locking the door behind him. As the boy's eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could barely believe what was before him.

On a large, wooden bed was the xenos from the night prior. Her red hair fanned out beneath her frame, which was spread open and bound to the posts. In her mouth lay a simple ring-gag, which allowed drool to constantly seep out of it. Finally, around her neck was a black collar, emblazoned with the Aquila. 

Fennias rubbed his eyes, not really believing his senses. Yet, there was the eldar, her and the bed the only thing in the otherwise bare, windowless room. Tentatively walking to the edge of the bed, he was uncomfortably aware of the farseer's gaze, watching his every move. Now that he was closer, he noticed a small note taped to her redden clit.

"Umm... sorry," he muttered, reaching over and pulling the note free. 

Trying his best to ignore the grunt of pleasure that accompanied it, he began to read:

''To the...little Mon'keigh,''

''You have taken something from me that is very important. Yet, at the same time, you have been the only one to ever listen to my needs, throughout the countless years. Whether this was a mistake or not, I wish to be your loyal servant. You can use me like a play-thing or doll, using me to fulfill your *every* desire.''

It was signed with a red lip imprint, and a post-script from Romelia:

''If you ever tire of her, just say the word. We'll have her hanging by the gallows the next morning.''

"Something important? But I didn't..." Realization dawned on Fennias, his legs going numb as he stood at the foot of the bed. "Oh...I...Emperor what I have done?"

A gurgle from the farseer met this, proper words prevented due to the gag holding her mouth open. Timidly, the choir boy looked over his new charge, trying his best to ignore the throbbing below.

"I...what do I even do?" he asked, moving to the right side of the bed. Taking a seat on the edge, he left his back to the eldar and stared at the wall. "I couldn't even keep my pet goldfish alive, and now I have to take care of you? And what am I supposed to do about the Sisters? If I don't...with you...they'll probably be mad with me..."

The sound of the xenos straining against her bonds and trying to speak broke him from the spiral of depression, if only for a moment. "Oh...sorry..." he muttered, turning and undoing the bindings that held the gag in place. "There you go..."

The removal of the gag lessened the fire in the farseer's jaw, and she took a few moments to stretch her facial muscles before speaking.

"You were not a part of this? Of their plan?"

"N...No. I had volunteered f...for extra duties that night. If I had known what that would be..."

As the boy sniffed looking away, at the edge of tears, the eldar couldn't help but feel a small amount of compassion and pity for the mon'keigh. Both of them had been forced by those so-called "Righteous Nuns" to do acts neither would have normally. While she was old and wise enough to be able to deal with the situation, the boy barely into his adulthood probably would be scared for the rest of his life. Well, unless she helped him, that was. 

"Do not cry. Sobbing will solve nothing." she offered, trying her best to sound comforting.

"Why shouldn't I?!" demanded Fennias, slamming his fists against the bed beside him. "I just wanted to prove I was a good servant of the Emperor, that I was ready for more..."

With a sigh, the eldar changed tact, "What is your name, mon'keigh?"

"F...Fennias."

"Well, Fennias, I am Farseer Macha. And I want you to know something. Those first two lines of the note? I meant them. Before my capture and...last night, I have gone without any release. Though you are too young to understand, such an affair is enough to drive anyone insane, even among my kind."

Silence followed this statement, Macha's eyes on the back of the boy's head as he resolutely stared at the wall. "I'm..." he began, "sorry. You probably wanted someone...someone better..."

"Well...maybe a little bit. Oh no, I didn't mean! Isha damn it..." 

Much to her surprise, Macha felt the boy beginning to undo her bonds, freeing her from the bed. "W...What are you doing?"

"I'm letting you go, maybe you can run away. Maybe you can escape. Maybe you can..."

Before the boy could continue, he found himself pinned to the bed as soon as the last chain around the eldar's leg came loose. Gulping, he looked up to see Macha straddling him, hair falling across her face and tits swaying gently beneath her. 

"That would be...suicide. For both of us," she offered, "As much as that note was written with a bolter to my head, perhaps it can be of some comfort."

"W...What do you mean?"

"Well...obviously they're training you for...something, so why not let someone far wiser than they teach you ways to use their own medicine against them?"

"You mean..."

"Yes," whispered Macha, releasing her grasp on Fennias' arms as she leaned back and began undoing his robes. "It's time for you to learn what it is to be the dominant one..."