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After Commorragh, Heinrix found it difficult to refuse Kaia von Valancius.
Since their return onboard the dynastic voidship, he and Kaia had made a habit of sneaking away to the Rogue Trader’s private quarters for regular reprieves. What was the point of denying his weakness for her any longer? He had confessed to much and worse in the hellish bowels of the Dark City. As long as Kaia’s general practices continued to honor the Imperium, their emotional attachment to each other was surely a tolerable risk which enhanced their collaboration — and the Interrogator had gone far further to serve the greater cause.
His data-slate lit up with a new message on the officers’ channel.
A cursory glance at the transmitter’s name elicited a heavy sigh from the Interrogator: Marazhai Aezyrraesh. It had been the height of folly for the Rogue Trader to allow the Drukhari to remain on her voidship after all the ills he had brought upon humanity, but to admit him into her personal retinue was unfathomable lunacy.
Worse, Heinrix was certain that Kaia’s partiality for Marazhai extended beyond a thinly veiled appreciation of the Drukhari’s serviceability in intimidation and combat (skills which, evaluating objectively, the Interrogator considered himself a more than capable expert at).
Indeed, with the way the Rogue Trader and the Drukhari expressed their… attraction to each other publicly, none on the bridge could have failed to recognize the nature of their relationship by now.
The first time Kaia von Valancius took the Drukhari to task for a minor category infraction involving the violent dismantling of the servitors on deck, the bridge crew had held their breaths. Would this at last be the transgression which induced the Rogue Trader to finally put her xenos pet out of an airlock?
Instead, before the fearfully watchful eyes of the officers, Kaia had had Marazhai whipped with xenos weaponry. The Rogue Trader and the Drukhari’s reactions to the latter’s agonized moans had left painfully little to their audience’s imagination.
Then there was the incident when Kaia got herself gravely injured on a planetside visit. What had been a standard exploration mission swiftly devolved into a bloodbath when the locals decided to open fire at the landing party for a perceived insult to their sociocultural norms. Under the Rogue Trader’s rapid-fire orders, her retinue had managed to eliminate the threat — but the sheer imbalance between their numbers caused them significant harm.
Between stabilizing the unsanctioned psyker’s treacherous headache and healing the worst of Kaia’s internal injuries, Heinrix had been too spent to do anything but vehemently protest when Marazhai stepped in and swept the Rogue Trader up in his arms.
The entire bridge had fallen silent when the Drukhari walked through the doors carrying the half-unconscious Rogue Trader. The crew’s shock was only doubled when Marazhai wordlessly transferred her into the medical team’s care at the Seneschal’s barked order without so much as a snarling threat.
Afterwards, the Drukhari had smugly claimed his place at the foot of the Rogue Trader’s throne as she ordered an orbital strike on the planet’s primary settlements, leaving the rest of its population to a slow but certain death. Heinrix had watched Kaia’s fingers tremble as they stroked through Marazhai’s blood-speckled ponytail.
The only thing more horrific than Kaia von Valancius’ favor of the Drukhari was Marazhai’s seemingly equal passion for her.
Heinrix could only hope Kaia had ensured that word would not spread through the voidship to the lower decks — from there, the rumors permeating every port and planet they docked at would be near untraceable to their source. The Interrogator’s jaw clenched at the thought of House Winterscale and House Chorda catching wind of their rival Rogue Trader dynasty’s predilection for xenos.
It wasn’t that Heinrix was being a green-eyed monster. He knew he had no exclusive claim to Kaia, just as his own loyalty remained chained to the Inquisition. Every moment she allowed him to hold her in his arms dispelled the shadows of duty and doubt darkening his heart, and the trust she put in him was priceless to Heinrix.
Still, he remembered the way Kaia’s eyes used to light up in righteous fury when meting out the Emperor’s justice against His enemies, and how she had worked defiantly against all odds to protect those whom most would have deemed necessary casualties. But after Commorragh, the Rogue Trader’s fire had calcified into a troubling relish for torment, and her warmth became a scarcity reserved for a precious few.
The Interrogator should have been gratified to see Kaia von Valancius become a cold, impartial executor of the Imperium’s interests. Once, he would certainly have commended the Rogue Trader’s newfound ruthlessness to the Lord Inquisitor. But now, having seen the turmoil Commorragh had wrought on Kaia, Heinrix’s mind was clouded with concern for her.
His only consolation was that the Rogue Trader had continued to keep a vehement distance away from Chaos and its multifold agents.
Another ping on his data-slate summoned the Interrogator’s attention back to reality once more. Heinrix sighed. It was Marazhai again. “This had better be good,” he muttered under his breath as he opened the message.
The contents of the Drukhari’s transmission froze the gears in the Interrogator’s head.
It was a video file, with a resolution so clear that it must have been filmed with nothing less than the Rogue Trader’s own body camera.
The moans and wet sounds blasting into the Interrogator’s hearing implant left little doubt about the nature of the recording. Immediately, Heinrix recognized the twisted armor of the Drukhari — although only its bottom half was visible. The monstrous height of the Drukhari was such that his partner was forced to lift her knees off the ground to align their bodies together. Marazhai held onto her with effortless ease, driving into her entirely dwarfed frame at a punishing pace.
And the rest of the video’s frame was centered on the Rogue Trader herself, bent over and panting. Kaia von Valancius was naked from the waist up, stripped of her armor and with most of her customary clothing shredded by the knife-sharp tips of the Drukhari’s gauntlet. Her bared breasts swung helplessly in the air as she bore the relentless onslaught.
Each brutal thrust of Marazhai’s hips drove a whimper from Kaia’s parted lips. There would surely be bruises in the shape of Marazhai’s rough hands on her hips the next day. And yet it was clear from the dazed, drooling smile splitting Kaia’s face that she was taking pleasure in every single moment of her debasement.
Ding! A new message popped up onscreen. With effort, Heinrix began to unclench his unconscious white-knuckled grip around the data-slate — an endeavor which was immediately challenged when he read the latest transmission.
Marazhai: If you weren’t such a self-restraining coward, you could join us.
Tearing his eyes away from the data-slate, Heinrix’s gaze swept past the Rogue Trader’s empty throne and landed squarely on the Drukhari perching by the bridge’s rails.
Marazhai met the Interrogator’s glare with a provocative grin. One of his obscenely long legs was jutted out at a wide angle while he lounged back against the rails on both elbows, as if he was well within his rights in expecting an answer.
Furiously bending his head back over his data-slate, Heinrix rapped out a reply: Keep the Rogue Trader’s honor out of your profane reach, xenos scum. If I find out that you’ve sent this without her permission, you'll be spilling your intestines and all your filthy secrets out by the end of the cycle.
Almost immediately, a response appeared. Don’t you think the Rogue Trader rather enjoys having her ‘honor’ within my reach, Interrogator? Marazhai's infuriating smugness oozed out from the words. Without looking up, he could tell that the Drukhari's grin had only widened.
The Interrogator resolutely refused to give Marazhai the pleasure of another visible reaction. He waited until the Drukhari stalked out of view — and into the Rogue Trader's quarters, Heinrich noted belatedly — before finally turning back to his data-slate with a heavy exhale.
One last message filled its screen: Come to Kaia's bed when your next shift ends.
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Throughout the rest of Heinrix’s duty hours, the invitation lurked in a dark corner of his mind.
And yet he couldn't deny the curiosity which gnawed at him. It was his working habits backfiring in the worst way — as an Interrogator, he was perpetually primed to scrutinize every little lead to dig out further information. Now that Marazhai had dangled the invitation in front of him, Heinrix couldn't stop himself from actively predicting all the different ways his acceptance or rejection would unfold for every party involved.
By the time the Interrogator’s indicated shift was over, his analysis had yielded a single conclusion alone: that the opportunity was too valuable to be missed.
And so Heinrix van Calox found himself in the Rogue Trader’s private quarters as requested.
The servitors silently ushered the Interrogator into the study before making themselves scarce.
The hall was empty except for the rows of displayed trophies. The lineup of paraphernalia had drastically changed since their return from Commorragh. Kaia von Valancius hadn’t shared her fellow Rogue Traders’ taste for the heads of her prey before, but they were certainly a prominent theme in her collection now.
This was one change that the Interrogator wasn’t confident he could blame on the Drukhari’s detrimental influence entirely. Surely Marazhai did not appreciate having his dead Archon sister’s head mounted on a pike — even if it was only because he’d want it as the crowning jewel of his own Kabal instead of being a mon-keigh’s spoils.
Still, there were pleasant memories to be found here. Heinrix’s gaze swept across the room and landed on the regicide table. Every hour spent sitting across the board from Rogue Trader was a sanctuary from the horrors of the galaxy sealed only a door away.
What began as a diverting medium to understand the new Lady von Valancius further had become a study of every one of Kaia’s strategically meaningless mannerisms: the way she instinctively tilted her head to the right when pondering her next move, or how her left eyebrow twitched involuntarily when she silently gloated over a new trap tactic.
As a matter of fact, that last one was conceivably a tell. He would have to work that habit out of her over their next session.
Sighing, the Interrogator turned at last to the doors which separated the rest of the Rogue Trader’s private quarters from her bedchamber. Enough stalling. Damn if he would allow the Drukhari to make a fool out of an Interrogator of the Ordo Xenos. He would face what Marazhai had in store and end this ridiculous farce once and for all.
Feeling like half a fool already, the Interrogator knocked on the doors.
A teeth-gratingly mocking voice taunted from within: “Come in!”
Clenching his teeth in irritation, Heinrix keyed in the override code to the bedchamber.
The doors swung open to reveal the familiar room. The long, crookedly lithe length of Marazhai’s body loomed over the four poster bed, casting dark, drawn-out shadows across the rest of the room.
Fully clothed in his barbed Drukhari armor, he formed a stark contrast with Kaia, who wore nothing but a slick bodyglove where she lay on her back between his thighs. Heinrix’s gaze traveled from her feet, which were planted squarely over Marazhai’s spindly waist, to her wrists, cuffed together by a device markedly of xenos make.
Kaia’s dazed eyes came into focus, landing squarely on the Interrogator in the doorway. Then they flew wide open. “Heinrix!? How…”
Before coming to the Rogue Trader’s quarters, the Interrogator had done a quick survey of the voidship’s comms to check that the Drukhari was not secretly skulking around somewhere on the lower decks instead. But somehow, it was still a visceral shock to see Kaia and Marazhai tangled up in bed — even more so that this three-way meeting had apparently happened solely at the Drukhari’s instigation. Worst of all, though, was the rush of heat which coiled in his gut at the sight.
The Rogue Trader struggled to free herself from the cuffs, but not very hard. Heinrix had seen her smite xenos into dust with a broken arm and severe head trauma. Uncertain about how best to handle the developing situation, the Interrogator made the pragmatic decision to stand back and wait for the facts to reveal themselves.
“Do you like my little surprise, Rogue Trader?” Marazhai’s grin seemed sharp enough to cut through plasteel.
Kaia had maneuvered her upper body to face Heinrix without dislodging the Drukhari’s hold on her. “What is the meaning of this!?” The Rogue Trader demanded. It was with a begrudging sense of pride which Heinrix noted that, even bound on a bed by a Drukhari, she sounded in complete control of the situation.
Marazhai’s rasping voice slithered out into the silence of the bedchamber. “I have seen the way you and your little pet sneak off with each other, Kaia. By your desk, against that bookshelf in the officer’s quarters, in the landing shuttle…” The Drukhari dragged out the words insinuatingly, but the shudder they provoked out of Heinrix was somehow not from revulsion alone.
“Of course, those outbursts of primitive mon-keigh urges are incomparable to the bond you and I share… But the basic motions of the act are similar. Why not explore the possibilities of a mutually pleasurable meeting? I think that your mon-keigh pet agrees, for he has come here at my beck and call.”
Kaia’s incredulous gaze swiveled over to the Interrogator. “What do you have to say to that, Heinrix?”
The Interrogator was surprised — and a little gratified — to see a hint of eager anticipation in her eyes. Mollified, he replied measuredly, “The xenos taunted me with your association with him. Despite our… delicate evasion of your entanglements so far, I could not leave you to his machinations alone when thus challenged.”
The tense lines around Kaia's eyes softened. Some part of the Interrogator’s discreetly convoluted words must have gotten past her initial suspicion. “Heinrix…” She began, then stopped. Her eyes flickered back to the other party in the room.
Meanwhile, Marazhai looked thoroughly annoyed that his taunts had been ignored. Discontent to be sidelined, the Drukhari clawed a gauntleted finger down the Rogue Trader’s torso. Even through the sleek protection of the bodyglove, Heinrix could see every line of Kaia’s core muscles tense up against the sharp pressure.
With her attention still focused on the Interrogator, Kaia swung her arms down and batted Marazhai’s hand away, as nonchalantly as if the former Dracon were a noble’s overly-attached pet. “What, Marazhai?” Heinrix did not deign to conceal his cold amusement at the sight.
The Drukhari shot a vicious glare at the Interrogator, hissing in displeasure at being humiliated before him. Nevertheless, his response to the Rogue Trader was sickly sweet: “Now that the Chaos-tainted mon-keigh is here, we could try some of the… more creative things we’ve been experimenting with on our feasts.”
Heinrix watched a vivid flush fill Kaia’s cheeks. Without even tapping into his biomancy, he could feel the arousal thrumming through her veins. From the details he knew about the Rogue Trader and the Drukhari’s activities on the lower decks, the Interrogator was sure he would not like what Marazhai was proposing.
“Remember that engineer we tracked down on the weapons deck… Oh, the look on her face when we decided to test the working condition of every firearm in the armory… on her! Simply delectable.” With each recalled memory of torment, the Drukhari grew more excited. His voice dropped lower into a suggestive drawl. “Or that craftsman we choked with his own length of rope… You liked that, didn’t you?”
“I hope you’re not suggesting that I stand here while the two of you use me as target practice,” muttered Heinrix.
A dazed look had glazed over Kaia’s eyes. She turned to the Interrogator, and the unspoken desire in her face was clear to see. “... Heinrix?”
And what could Heinrix say to that? He had allowed himself to be dragged so far into this mess that there was no point in leaving before he saw this through now.
The Interrogator let out a sigh of resignation. “Tell me what you wish to do, Rogue Trader, and I will provide my skills whenever appropriate.”
“Don’t worry your ineffectual little brain about it, mon-keigh.” Marazhai was visibly squirming with enthusiasm now. “Let me show you the precise role you shall play in our game.”
The atmosphere in the room shifted as Marazhai leaned down over Kaia. The Drukhari and the Rogue Trader locked eyes for a single, charged moment before Marazhai released her wrists from their alien restraints.
The Interrogator didn’t need to wait for the Drukhari’s instructions to read the room. Heinrix stepped forward to seize Kaia’s wrists in his gloved hands, taking his place at the foot of the bed. Kaia shifted until the back of her head lay squarely on the Interrogator’s lap. She beamed up at him, and Heinrix could not help but capitulate. At least one of them was enjoying themselves.
In the meantime, Marazhai was stripping the Rogue Trader out of her bodyglove. Where his gauntleted finger had merely teased before, it cut through the armor like a knife through butter now. The Rogue Trader lay relaxed as he worked, seemingly unfazed at the possibility that the Drukhari might slice clean through to the skin beneath.
Heinrix chose not to think about how easily the Drukhari’s gauntlet had torn through a first-rate Imperial bodyglove at this moment; an occupational habit which was smothered when the armor was cleanly sliced open to reveal the Rogue Trader’s body beneath.
Kaia never held back on staking her claim with her teeth, and Heinrix had learnt to give in to his impulses to do the same on her body. But the full-body injuries she tended to incur whenever she was in combat frequently required her to go under the medical team’s healing devices, and even the Rogue Trader could not dictate which scars she wanted to keep.
Today, Kaia’s body was once again as unblemished as the day she was born. As Heinrix’s gaze roved across Kaia’s bared skin, he mourned the loss of the marks he had left during their last rendezvous, even while being thankful that the Rogue Trader was unharmed.
Marazhai grinned knowingly at the Interrogator from across the bed. “Let’s have a little competition, shall we?”
The Drukhari bent down to latch his teeth onto the Rogue Trader’s left collarbone. A sharp gasp escaped Kaia, and her hand squeezed tight around Heinrix’s arm instinctively. When Marazhai finally drew back, a trickle of blood had welled up in the groove of her collarbone.
The Drukhari lifted his head to shoot him an antagonistic grin. The wordless challenge glinted in his dark eyes.
The Interrogator and the Drukhari launched into their self-appointed competition with aplomb. As Marazhai lay into her belly and thighs with vicious zeal, Heinrix strategically dotted the sensitive spots in her arms and neck with intervening marks. All the while, Kaia writhed between them, and their unspoken new goal became to see who could wring the most cries out of the Rogue Trader.
At last, when her body was covered in a veritable tapestry of bite marks, Kaia called for a halt: “Enough!” Straining her head up to look Heinrix in the eye, she rocked her hips against the Drukhari’s groin in a clear demand for more contact. “Touch me alre—”
Marazhai cut off the rest of Kaia’s words by closing his hands around her throat.
Instantly, the Rogue Trader’s body seized up in an arch. Her eyes flew wide open, and her muscles twitched in an instinctive spasm. A choked cry began somewhere in the back of her throat, but died away before it could escape her mouth.
The Interrogator was already reflexively reaching out to incapacitate the Drukhari’s offending hands when the visual cues caught up to him. Although the Rogue Trader’s body was protesting the sudden deprivation of air, her hands weren’t moving to wrest Marazhai off — not even now that Heinrix had relinquished his grip on her in favor of attacking the Drukhari. Muted moans began to trickle out of her slowly.
The Interrogator stared hard at Marazhai to work out if this was a practiced arrangement or an impromptu attempt, but the Drukhari wasn’t looking at him for once. All of Marazhai’s attention was bent towards Kaia. Unblinkingly, he stared into her face, as if etching every line of her suffering countenance into his mind.
Tearing his eyes away from the disconcerting scene before him, Heinrix attuned himself to the familiar sound of the Rogue Trader’s heartbeat instead.
Since Commorragh, where the Rogue Trader somehow led them all to safety with a fractured arm and a busted knee, the Interrogator had developed the habit of silently monitoring Kaia’s vitals on missions. It was a calculated decision to sap a little of his energies every time they stepped out of the voidship together, but he justified it with the fact that his current duties with the Inquisition would be greatly inconvenienced if the Rogue Trader came to debilitating harm.
So it felt as familiar as flipping a switch to listen in on Kaia’s heartbeat now. Heinrix relied on the sound of it, faster than usual but as strong as ever, to calm himself from eliminating the xenos for daring to put his hands around her neck.
A minute passed. Then two. Each second felt like an irrational eternity to the Interrogator, even as he monitored every palpitating beat of Kaia’s heart.
At four minutes and thirty-five seconds exactly, Kaia tapped three times on the back of Marazhai’s left hand in rapid succession.
The Drukhari released his hold on the Rogue Trader’s throat instantly. With the ease of a frequently practiced ritual, Marazhai checked her pulse with his fingers. How he intended to feel it through his thick gauntlets was beyond the Interrogator’s guess; tartly, Heinrix informed him: “She’s fine. She’ll need some time to recover, but she’s not at any serious risk of going into cardiac arrest.”
There were tears leaking out from the corners of Kaia’s eyes. Her cheeks were flushed with high color. Great, heaving sobs racked her chest as she sucked in much-needed air in loud gasps. Within the circle of her irises, her pupils were blown wide with arousal. Angry red prints in the shape of the Drukhari’s gauntlets bracketed her throat.
The back of Heinrix’s throat felt tight. To his horror, it was not from concern alone.
“Admit it, mon-keigh. Seeing her suffer brings you pleasure.” Marazhai’s rasping voice dripped poison into his ear. “Do you see the way her primitive lungs beg for oxygen that only you can deign to give? Are your stunted ears drawn to her strangled cries?” The Drukhari's lips stretched in a sickly sweet smirk. “Yes… I know that you are drawn to those things too.”
Heinrix’s jaw clenched into a hard line. This was not the first time the wretched xenos cast this particular taunt his way, and he had summarily dismantled Marazhai’s prior attempts to get under his skin. But it was markedly more difficult to deny the accusation when the sight of Kaia’s torment was visibly affecting him.
Heinrix was better than this. He had to be — no, he would be. Relishing extracting information out of humanity’s enemies was an advantage in fulfilling the Inquisition’s demanding responsibilities. But Kaia wasn’t one of the countless faces who had ended up on his interrogation table. Kaia was the Rogue Trader von Valancius, an eminent power in the Koronus Expanse. Kaia was the only person who looked past his armor of duty and saw the troubled man within. Kaia was—
“Shut it, Marazhai.” Kaia’s interjection cut through the Interrogator’s self-flagellation. She was still out of breath, but already back with her instinctive compulsion to assume control of every situation. “He likes this, you like this — and oh, look, so do I. Isn’t that a convenient coincidence for all three of us?”
Before either Heinrix or the Drukhari could voice an argument, Kaia’s hands were working on the Interrogator’s belt.
“Ka— Stop!” Heinrix barked out reflexively. Watching, and even abetting, the Rogue Trader’s fraternization with a xenos was one thing — but actively taking pleasure in it was entirely another. One of his hands flew down to hold her wrist in place.
“Come on, Heinrix. Let me make you feel good too.” Kaia glanced up at the Interrogator through her eyelashes.
The Rogue Trader’s domineering personality usually did her no favors when she played at being coy. But this time, the effect of her residual tears from being choked were a potent accessory. Heinrix swallowed hard.
Marazhai looked on at the unfolding spectacle from his end of the bed with his head tilted lazily to the side, his legs spread wide and tangled up with the Rogue Trader’s. But the keen, predatorial glint in his eyes revealed his interest.
While the Interrogator was distracted, Kaia took the opportunity to cover his gloved hand with hers, slowly but surely removing it from her wrist. With that last obstacle removed, Kaia unlooped Heinrix’s belt and pulled his hindering garments aside with practiced ease.
The Rogue Trader wasted no time in getting down to business. Fully exploiting her acquired mastery in the Interrogator’s weaknesses, she licked a wet stripe up the underside of his cock before turning all of her attention to its head.
As Kaia worked enthusiastically at stirring his cock up to full attention, Heinrix tried to ignore the Drukhari’s presence in the room. Yet there was no mistaking Marazhai’s interest. The Interrogator wished he could say he didn’t know what Marazhai looked like when he was aroused, but the truth was that the Drukhari regularly wore the same hungry expression in combat.
Marazhai met Heinrix’s gaze with an intense stare. The Drukhari was openly enjoying the scene before him now; leaning forwards with his hands on his knees as he grinned at the Interrogator.
Kaia snuck a victorious smirk up at Heinrix when his gloved hand finally landed on the back of her head. As a reward, she released her grip around the base of his cock and took him all the way deep into her throat.
“Kaia,” Heinrix bit back a choked groan.
Unlike the Interrogator, the Rogue Trader had no qualms about being vocal. Her moans reverberated down the length of Heinrix’s cock, doubling the stimulating sensations.
Tendrils of Kaia’s hair were falling forwards, where they stuck onto her cheeks from the wet fluids mixed there. Heinrix could feel how wet she was between her legs too. The palpable sensation of her pleasure mingled with his own, spurring it on.
A surprised cry breached the air. Kaia’s arousal spiked, and Heinrix got a second’s glimpse of the Drukhari’s barbed cock before it disappeared entirely into her folds.
A full-body shudder rippled through the Rogue Trader as Marazhai seated himself fully within her. The Drukhari’s gauntlets dug into Kaia’s hips as he let out a long, relishing groan. Then, without warning, he began to move.
Each vigorous snap of Marazhai’s hips drove her forwards onto Heinrix’s cock. The arrhythmic tempo rocked her back and forth between the Interrogator and the Drukhari like a limp rag doll. But instead of fighting to assert control as Heinrix would’ve expected, Kaia allowed herself to be used at the brutal pace.
Driven by the Drukhari’s thrusts, her practiced technique from before faded away into a sloppy, slack-mouthed rhythm. Drool leaked out of her mouth to the coarse sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Heinrix touched a gloved hand to her cheek to wipe the mess away, but Kaia only nudged into it with a frustrated groan like she was expecting a slap.
“Kaia,” Heinrix tried.
But the Rogue Trader cut him off. “Don’t,” she gritted out, yanking at the Interrogator’s hand until it was buried in her hair. “Make me really feel it. I want you to.”
If her voice had sounded hoarse after being choked by the Drukhari, it sounded utterly wrecked now. Heinrix clenched his jaw. He did not want to think about how he felt about hurting the Rogue Trader more than Marazhai had.
Marazhai chuckled from where he was setting the punishing pace. “You mon-keigh and your pitiful incompetence at communication…” The Drukhari shook his head mockingly. “Let me give you a little hint. The Rogue Trader needs to feel this sustenance, this pain. It satisfies the yawning abyss of her own anger and regrets… I would not expect a mere mon-keigh like you to understand, but Kaia is different from the rest of your primitive kind.” The way he looked at the Rogue Trader as he stroked a hand down her naked flank could almost pass as a horrific parody of fond admiration.
His gauntleted finger immediately left a bloodied cut in its wake. As if responding to the Drukhari’s claim, Kaia let out a shrieking moan. She was close; Heinrix could tell.
With his own growl of pleasure, Marazhai continued, “And when she does not get her fill from me… nor you, she resorts to fulfilling her needs by destroying the nearest convenient target. Now, either method is entertaining to me, but you and the rest of her pathetic excuse of a retinue seem rather upset by all the planetary-scale bloodshed.”
Before Heinrix could fully process the implications of the Drukhari’s speech, the Rogue Trader was cumming.
Even though the Interrogator sensed Kaia’s impending climax before it hit her, the effect of it still caught him off guard. The Rogue Trader screamed from the back of her throat as she was speared from both ends one last time. The Drukhari and the Interrogator groaned in surprise as her body went rigid between them.
The channel of Kaia’s throat was hot and unbearably tight. With each thrust, her muscles convulsed involuntarily, drawing a muffled moan out of them both.
But even in her afterglow, the Rogue Trader would not allow Heinrix to relinquish his grip in her hair. And so the Interrogator held her firmly in place as his cock ravished her throat.
Behind her, Marazhai had pulled out for the moment and was watching them both intently. “Good,” he purred in his raspy voice. “You learn quickly. Or is it that you’ve simply given in to your base impulses?”
With a low groan, Heinrix emptied himself down the Rogue Trader’s throat.
The sheer force of his climax took the Interrogator by surprise. White static crackled in his vision, and he slumped back, relaxing his grip in the Rogue Trader’s hair. His chest heaved with exertion as he reoriented himself to the room around him. Kaia’s tongue was flicking at the tip of his cock, licking up the leftover fluids. Heinrix felt himself twitch at the light touches.
“The things I’d do to him…” Marazhai leered at the drained Interrogator over Kaia’s shoulder, lust dripping openly from his every word. “What about it, Rogue Trader? Shall we make him bleed? Give him to me, and I’ll wring the most exquisite suffering from his marrows…”
Heinrix bristled, ready to reach out for his psyker powers. But Kaia cut the Drukhari off resolutely: “No. Heinrix is not your pet.” She looked them both in the eye, then turned back to Marazhai. “Know that mine is the only word stopping him from ending your life.”
The Drukhari snarled in response, but Heinrix caught the glimpse of triumph in his dark eyes.
They flipped the Rogue Trader around and onto her back between them. Winded, Kaia allowed them to handle her as they pleased, wrapping her legs loosely around Heinrix’s waist reflexively. Her tongue lolled out to balance the heavy weight of Marazhai’s hard and leaking cock on it.
Now that Heinrix’s attention was not otherwise distracted, he saw the line of metallic spikes running down Marazhai’s perversely proportionate length. Each bar of spikes was capped off on both ends by ribbed spheres which he suspected were not always kept on for the Drukhari’s partners. The Interrogator resolutely cast the part of him which wondered how they would feel like aside.
The Rogue Trader, at least, was thoroughly indulging her own interests on the matter. Her tongue slid up the leaking length, teasing the spaces between each row of spikes nimbly while Marazhai growled with quiet pleasure.
On the other end of the bed, she spread her legs open before Heinrix invitingly. The movement caused the Drukhari’s milky spend to drip out of her cunt. The Interrogator resisted the situationally inane urge to examine the semen in a more professional manner.
“I’ll do you the honor of giving you a taste,” Marazhai remarked silkily. “If you swap that mon-keigh leash around your neck for mine.”
The Interrogator made the mature decision to ignore that provocative statement. Instead, he slipped a gloved finger into Kaia's puffy pink opening. The digit was sucked in easily, so Heinrix added another.
That drew an impatient moan out of the Rogue Trader. “’m fine. Put it in already.” The words were muffled as she mouthed them around the side of the Drukhari’s cock.
The distraction prompted a slighted Marazhai to pin Kaia down onto the sheets with one hand. He pressed a gauntleted finger into her mouth until it poked at her throat. Even though the sharp edges of the gauntlet must be cutting into her, the Rogue Trader moaned and laved her tongue around the intruding finger.
The bleeding wound along the Rogue Trader’s side remained on Heinrix’s mind. He reached out with a gloved hand to heal it, but Kaia only sighed into his touch and held his hand there. “Later,” she told him. “I want to feel it now. During.”
It was a command, not a request. The Interrogator heaved a sigh of his own under his breath and acquiesced, if only because it was not a grievous wound.
Marazhai had pulled his finger out and was feeding Kaia his cock. “Good little mon-keigh,” he purred — and then threw his head back in a guttural shriek.
The Interrogator was already reflexively activating his psyker powers when he heard the familiar sound of Kaia’s laughter. The Rogue Trader pulled herself off of the Drukhari’s cock just enough to reveal the mark her teeth had left between its spikes.
“I told you not to call me that.” Kaia bared her teeth. A tiny spot of blood shone red amid her pearly white incisors.
The Drukhari’s face was contorted, but not in agony. A fervent light danced in his dark eyes as he echoed the Rogue Trader’s laughter. “Do you see? Could any of your kind stomach that? She is not like the rest of your kind. She and I have an understanding that you will never share — unless I deem you worthy.” He shoved his cock back into her waiting mouth with redoubled vigor.
Removing his gloved fingers, Heinrix lined his own reinvigorated cock up against Kaia’s entrance, dead set on disproving the Drukhari’s hypothesis.
Holding back from pushing in immediately, he teased himself between her folds, smearing them with a slick layer of precum. With his mind, he focused on directing more blood down towards her clitoris.
Kaia’s thighs fidgeted, then tensed. Her heels dug into the Interrogator’s back, urging him on.
Willing himself to remain patient, Heinrix waited for the exact moment when the Rogue Trader’s pleasure crested to its peak before driving into her.
A groan tore itself from between the Interrogator’s clenched teeth as he sank into Kaia’s walls, right as they convulsed in the throes of an orgasm. Heinrix rode her through it, dialing down and turning up her brain’s pleasure centers in waves to drag out her climax. He timed his thrusts to that somatic rhythm, leaving the Rogue Trader screaming in ecstasy.
When Kaia’s legs finally gave out around his waist, the Interrogator took pity on her. Her insides clung weakly but enticingly to his unabating hardness, but Heinrix began to pull out.
Then the Rogue Trader slammed herself back down onto his cock.
The unexpected, renewed sensation of being enveloped by her wet heat nearly had the Interrogator’s hips moving on autopilot. With immense effort, Heinrix held himself stone-still and gritted out for what seemed like the hundredth time today: “Kaia—”
“Harder.” Kaia glared back at the Interrogator. Her voice was shaking, but the look in her eyes was resolute. “More. ’m not going to break.”
Her words broke the dam holding the Interrogator's baser impulses back.
Heart thudding in his throat, Heinrix tightened his gloved hands around the Rogue Trader’s neck once more. With a shiver, he realized he could feel the jut of Marazhai’s cock inside her.
This time, the Interrogator did not hold back from utilizing his working methods. Even without his biomancy, the Inquisition's training had taught him how best to cut off a person’s air supply without damaging the muscles and bone within.
Monitoring Kaia’s vitals closely, he kept her on the edge of oxygen-deprived delirium. Then he began to move in and out of the warm vice-grip of her cunt once again. The Rogue Trader’s back arched in pleasure.
Marazhai emitted an odd, heady hum. He looked almost impressed by Kaia’s reactions to the Interrogator’s ministrations. The Drukhari’s cock pulsed under his touch.
“Well?” Heinrix raised a wry eyebrow.
Marazhai snarled back at him. “She just had more practice with me,” he hissed.
Their eyes locked in a stubborn, silent contest which neither was willing to forfeit — especially not in the Rogue Trader’s presence.
In a strategic bid to avoid blinking first, the Interrogator focused on the Drukhari’s dark irises. He had never discovered the exact color they were. Was it merely black, or something lighter? Vaguely, he noticed the Drukhari growling in frustration at their stalemate. Heinrix frowned in concentration. A dark shade of green, he decided, filing the information away in the back of his mind.
Then Marazhai was lunging across the distance to drag him into a biting kiss.
It was like being mauled by a lacerax. The Interrogator had been in battles which ended with less violence. Reflexively, Heinrix’s hand anchored itself in the Drukhari’s high ponytail. In the back of his mind, he wondered if Marazhai ever let his hair down, and if Kaia had seen what that looked like before. Then he had a second, more distant thought: Why was he kissing the Drukhari back?
The combination of Marazhai’s tongue attacking every crevice of his mouth and Kaia’s tightening heat around him was too much to bear. Heinrix came for the second time, burying himself deep into the Rogue Trader’s cunt.
As he came down from the high of his orgasm, he released Kaia’s neck, just as she neared the upper bound of her tolerance. Reflexively, Kaia began spluttering, spitting Marazhai’s cock out in the process. Placing a hand on her chest, Heinrix eased her through her coughing fit.
The Drukhari clearly had no such qualms about prioritizing his own pleasure above his partners’ well-being. Staring shamelessly down at the Interrogator and the Rogue Trader together, he fisted his hand over his cock.
Meanwhile, Kaia had recovered from her fit. Brushing Heinrix’s guilty hand away from the marks branding her abused throat, she stretched her body out like a luxuriating feline. Walking her fingers up the Drukhari’s left leg, she dug two precise fingers through a slit in his armor and into the tender spot in the back of his knee.
“Kae-moragh,” Marazhai growled out a curse before he shot his release all over the Rogue Trader’s face.
Kaia’s tongue darted out to catch some of the fluid in her mouth. “Mm,” she murmured languidly. Then, without warning, she bracketed Heinrix’s face in her hands and pulled him in for a kiss.
The touch of her lips was so sweet and entirely unexpected that he almost didn’t care about the taste of the Drukhari’s spend on his tongue. Heinrix poured every syllable of the promises he could not make into the kiss. He kissed her like they would never have to say goodbye.
A snarl rang in his ear as Marazhai made his presence known. The Drukhari wrestled Kaia’s face away and began staking his claim with intense fervor. Then he grabbed the Interrogator and did the same thing.
Next to them, Kaia was laughing. It was a light, benign peal. The sound of it made Heinrix’s throat feel tight. Only after hearing it had he realized its absence since Commorragh.
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Afterwards, the Drukhari, the Interrogator and the Rogue Trader lay side by side on the latter’s spacious bed.
It was like the opening line to a cheap joke. As Heinrix stared up at the intricately tiled ceiling, he still could not quite believe the events which had transpired in the past few hours. Especially, he reflected as he stared at the bone-white arm wrapped around Kaia’s midriff, the part where the Drukhari could apparently be conditioned to become cuddlers.
According to the Rogue Trader, Marazhai rarely stayed for long after their bedroom activities. Kaia had imperiously thanked the Interrogator for goading the Drukhari into this concession with his presence alone.
If Heinrix was to be honest to himself, he liked this part the best. In the warm afterglow, the galaxy beyond faded away momentarily, leaving him alone with the woman he loved more than anything else in it. Laying down with his head turned to Kaia, he watched his favorite smile unfurl across her contented face. She let out a soft giggle when he pressed a kiss to her hand.
At length, Kaia opened her mouth, but no words came out.
“What is it?” He asked.
“Nothing,” Kaia shook her head. “Just… Thank you. For coming when Marazhai asked you to.” She shifted their joint hands to be entwined by the fingers.
Heinrix glanced over her shoulder at the Drukhari. Marazhai had his eyes closed, but it was anyone’s guess as to whether he was sleeping or meditating. He would have to test out his theories if another opportunity arose.
The Interrogator checked himself with a start at that thought. Another opportunity? Was he really considering sharing a bed with a xenos again? There were limits to using his Inquisitorial privileges in flouting the Imperium’s laws.
In an effort to distract himself from that line of thought, he asked, “Did you know?”
“Marazhai did tell me he had a surprise for me, but I didn’t know that it was going to be you.” Kaia confessed.
The Interrogator fell silent for a long while. Then, he started, “About what Marazhai said—”
Kaia closed her eyes, cutting him off. “I can’t talk about this. Not now.” For a moment, he was afraid that she would end the conversation there; that he would be duty-bound to resort to his usual working methods to discover the truth lurking behind the wall she had set between them.
Then the Rogue Trader continued: “But I think it works. This… Fucking it out of my system, as banal as that sounds. I’m not saying that it’ll always be like this, because I don’t think it can be.” Those expressive eyes flew open once more, staring earnestly into his now. “Will you help me work it out? Promise?”
This wasn’t over yet. Sleeping with both the Interrogator and the Drukhari at the same time wasn’t going to solve all of the Rogue Trader’s issues. But if this was the only way to get Kaia to confront Commorragh’s repercussions on her psyche, Heinrix was willing to stick this out. With a little Throne-forsaken luck, they would all enjoy the process as much as they had the first time around.
“I promise.” Heinrix tightened his grip around her hand conciliatorily.
“Do you want to try having Marazhai between us next time?” Kaia relaxed, sleepily twining strands of his sweat-streaked hair between her fingers. “He’ll love you dialing his pain receptors way up... And I think you’d enjoy that too.”
And what did it say about Heinrix that he wasn’t even verbally objecting to the idea of a ‘next time’ with the Drukhari now? Swallowing down the unnameable emotion in the back of his throat, he nodded.
“I look forward to it.” The worst part was, Heinrix couldn’t even convince himself that he was lying now.