Lewd's Smut Coupon (Shadowseer x Inquisitor)

The battle, if you could call it that, was over before it began. Shadowseer Sithra’s vessel was snatched by the Imperial Vessel within moments of it dropping out of the webway, not giving her any chance to offer resistance. It wasn’t long before the Eldar was wrestled from her ship and thrown into an Inquisitorial torture room, left to sit for days until her captors finally came to her.
An imposing man proudly displaying a rosette was to be her torturer.

“My name is Inquisitor Rius,” he began, “and you have something I want, Xenos.”

“You Mon’keighs *always* want something. You’re no better than insects are,” she shot back.

“Feisty. But that will change, I assure you. You see, I require knowledge of where the Black Library is located.”

“Hmph. Even if I knew of its location, I would not dare reveal it to you, scum. The secrets there must remain guarded above all else. Do what you will, but I will not yield.”

“Fine. Have it your way.” Rius snapped his fingers. “Bring *it* in.”

Without pause, a pair of guardsmen strolled into the room. Between them they carried an impressive metal crate, easily large enough to store several cyber-mastiffs. After setting it on the floor, they flung it open to reveal its contents.

Immediately, Sithra’s eyes flared in alarm. “Are those…?!”

The Inquisitor nodded. “Spirit Stones, yes. One hundred and thirty-six in all. I believe half are currently occupied as well. Now…”

Standing, the man waved off the guardsmen and plucked up a handful of the sparkling stones. “You have a choice. Either you can start cooperating, or I’ll start destroying these one by one. Right in front of you, forcing you to watch as the poor souls are lost to void.” Rius paused, then grinned as he let the gems fall from his hand and back into the crate. “The choice is yours, Shadowseer.”

The Eldar found herself visibly seething with rage. “How… How dare you! You foul mon’keigh…”

A slap across her face interrupted her tirade before it truly began. “My patience runs thin, xenos. Decide. Quickly.”

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Bound, gagged, and with her head hanging, Sithra was led back to the docking bay where her captured vessel awaited. There, the Inquisitor was already in conversation with one of his acolytes as he waited for the Eldar to be stowed on board.

“...You should be receiving confirmation within the next month. Congratulations, Inquisitor Thomas. I leave you this ship as a parting gift, should I never return. Continue serving the Emperor as you always have, and never let the Xenos have an inch.”

Noticing the approaching entourage of guardsmen surrounding the shadowseer, Rius waved them off and took custody of the Xenos himself. “As you were, men. I’ll take it from here.”
Within minutes, Sithra found herself alone with Rius in her own vessel as it shot back into the darkness of space. Reaching over, he removed her binds and smiled. “Think they bought it?”

Sithra shivered as the illusion about her form dissipated. As her auburn hair sprung forth and covered her right eye once more, she returned the man’s grin. “It was certainly quite the performance. But do we really have to do this every time one of us is in the mood?”

Rius laughed. “Oh yeah, that would go over well: ‘Hey acolytes, my alien girlfriend is horny and I need to take care of it.’ Totally wouldn’t cause any problems at all.”

Giggling, the Eldar hopped onto the man’s lap and straddled him while draping her arms around his neck. “Not at all. But you really went all out this time. All those Spirit stones… you really know how to turn a girl on...”

Rius gave her a quick peck, followed by a nose rub. “Indeed.”

Words became scarce after that as the two began caressing one another’s bodies, both trembling in barely contained anticipation. It wasn’t long before Sithra tore the cloth from Rius’ chest and began biting at his collarbone and nape. In response, the Inquisitor's digits dug into the flesh of the xenos’ back, scraping and scratching as they dragged downwards towards her rear. Pure, feral lust drove them into a quick frenzy of sweating bodies and moans, right there in the cockpit.

In the short rest between rounds, Sithra clung to her beloved and rested her head on his shoulder. “...Isha… I needed that… But that’s just the beginning. I picked up a few new forms that I’ve been dying to try on you…”