Uncommon Negotiations (Short Version)

                                                       Uncommon Negotiations

	Inquisitor Oakkshott did not hold the same supremacist views of humanity as many of his colleagues did. Not to the same degree, at least. He was still young compared to many of his rank and he saw the wisdom in using the various species of xenos that filled the galaxy to the advantage of the Imperium. Genocide was such a waste of potentially valuable resources, after all. He never voiced these opinions out loud of course. He would be tried as a heretic if he did and surely put to death or else have his mind stripped and turned into a single-task automaton. The thought of it made him shiver. From where he had found the courage to admit all of this to a Sister of Battle, he would never know. Perhaps the Emperor himself had given him silent approval. That was certainly the only way he could imagine having survived this confession. He had not immediately been gunned down by the Sister and that was an important first step.

	The Emperor must have truly smiled upon him that day and swayed the mind of the Sister. Inquisitor Oakkshott informed her of the situation as best he could:

	‘My intel has a Chaos warband on-route to this planet within a week. If they make planet-fall it will be a slaughter. The cathedrals will burn amid an ocean of pilgrims’ blood,’ he said firmly.

	Canoness Mori stood on the other end of the table, still debating whether or not to throw this heretical Inquisitor into the dungeons or just execute him here and now. The ramifications of killing an Inquisitor would be huge but the satisfaction in seeing him topple from the priory’s tower would be exquisite. For now, however, she listened.

	‘There are one-hundred and fifty Sisters of Battle in this priory, Inquisitor. What makes you believe we cannot handle an Enemy warband?’ she asked.

	‘Canoness Mori, this is not a rusty ship of heretics or rebellious farmers. These are Chaos Marines. They are a challenge for even the venerable Astartes. They are bringing engines of war the likes of which could raze cities. One hundred marines backed by two thousand cultists will have their boots on the ground. You cannot hope to hold this planet alone,’ the Inquisitor pressed.

	‘And you want me to beg at the feet of xenos?’ Canoness Mori shot back.

	‘No. The Eldar have offered their help. You need only meet with their Farseer and agree to terms. This is a temporary alliance of convenience. I am not suggesting we get into bed with them, so to speak,’ Inquisitor Oakkshott replied.

	She regarded the Inquisitor carefully, noting his handsome features and short hair that looked like a military cut had been allowed to overgrow. His attire was rather casual and seemed to aid in blending in with the sort of lowlife characters he worked with.The Canoness considered her options for a moment before she finally agreed.

	The Inquisitor felt as if he had just taken on a greater daemon by himself and emerged victorious. Convincing a Sister of Battle to meet with an Eldar on peaceful terms was at least an equally challenging task as killing a greater daemon. The Inquisitor tried not to let his relief be too obvious.

	‘You’ve made the right choice, Canoness. I will return tomorrow. I will land my ship at the far end of the valley. You will meet me there after dark and the negotiations can begin. Don’t bring as of your Sisters. I have been assured the Farseer will alone too,’ he said.

	‘I will be there, Inquisitor,’ the Canoness replied, though the idea of being without her weapons felt deeply unnatural. This entire situation felt unnatural.

                                                                *

	The Inquisitor’s shuttle was quite luxurious, as was expected of a man of his rank. It acted as his command centre and home when on mission and was capable of both atmospheric and void travel but had to be docked with a larger ship for warp travel. Typically it was inhabited by himself his small entourage of associates but he left them behind. As much as he trusted them, this was a mission too sensitive for them to know about. Perhaps one day, if this is a success, he will tell them.

	The Canoness had yet to arrive, which left him with time to think in his cargo bay. He had set up a meeting room there with a decanter of deep red Amasec that was just coming into its vintage. He also had a bottle of a darkly bluish purple drink of Eldar origin. He would not mention that detail to the Canoness. It was illegal to own such a beverage but as an Inquisitor, he was above some laws for common people.

	Inquisitor Oakkshott poured himself a glass of Amasec and drank it slowly. He swirled it around his glass and inhaled the sweet aroma that wafted up.

	‘Is your Canoness joining us soon?’ said a voice from behind.

	Inquisitor Oakkshott turned around and saw the Eldar Farseer standing by the doorway out of the cargo bay.

	‘You tell me, Farseer,’ he replied as he sipped his drink.

	The Eldar woman smiled slightly. She never grinned by human standards, but Oakkshott had learned to interpret her more subtle gestures. She, in turn, had learned to be more obvious with her expressions when in the company of Cresistauead, the non-derogatory term for Humanity.

	The Farseer, dressed in the flowing, ornate black and ruby robes of her Path was an impressive figure. Taller than the average human and built with the body of a lithe gymnast, she was deceptively delicate. Had she been a human, the Farseer would have been no match for the Inquisitor. They were matched for height but he had the bulky, toned body of a soldier while she was slim and elegant. Inquisitor Oakkshott had made the mistake of assuming that he could physically dominate her before and had been proven very wrong. She was fast; faster than he could believe sometimes. Her alien muscles were tightly compacted, compensating their seemingly small size but being at least three times as dense as an average human.

	The Farseer had forsaken the more extravagant elements of her attire, such as the winged pauldrons and high-peaked helmet. Her pure black hair flowed from the top of her head like a waterfall of silken fabric and reached down to the small of her back. On the fabric that hung from her waist she wore the symbol of Craftworld: Ulthwé, as well as various other Eldar symbols the Inquisitor could not yet read.

	‘She is on her way now,’ the Farseer said.

	Her voice was quite unusual to human ears. There was a secondary reverberation inside the ear that gave it a strangely distant, eerie quality. Perhaps it was the latent psychic effect that gave her voice such a haunting beauty. The Inquisitor would have to run tests. In private, of course.

	‘Good. Is she alone?’ the Inquisitor asked.

	‘She is, Darrus,’ she answered. ‘Are you certain this plan will work?’

	‘I’ve done everything I can to ensure her cooperation. The Euphoria dispensers are set to activate at my command and the Amasec should lull her into an agreeable mood. If not, the Bionerath ought to put her in a better mindset,’ the Inquisitor said.

	‘I believe it will work. If she values her world, she will cooperate. If she does not, then we can always resort to another method?’ the Farseer suggested.

	Her voice shifted ever so slightly at the end of her sentence so as to give give the Inquisitor a clear indication of what was on her mind. The Eldar language was hugely complicated and only surface elements of it were actual, spoken words. The rest of it was tone, body language and context far too subtle for most humans to ever detect. Much of this subtly carried over to when any Eldar spoke Gothic, but this time the Inquisitor knew exactly what his Eldar companion was thinking.

	‘If it comes to that, you have my permission to lead the way,’ he said with a sly grin.

                                                                     *

	The Canoness arrived shortly after and formal introductions were made. It was tense and hostility hung in the air like the rank odour of death in an abattoir. The women glared at each other from across the table as they struggled to be polite. The Inquisitor could guess what the Canoness was thinking. She was a witch hunter who had dedicated her life to eradicating creatures like the Eldar from the galaxy and was fighting every instinct in her body that told her to kill and burn the witch. He stood between them as a moderator and barrier. His heart beat slowly in his chest, standing ready to beginning pounding as soon as adrenaline caused his skin to bristle.

	‘Canoness-Commander Ellisa Mori of the Militant Order of the Faded Night,’ he introduced first. ‘Honoured Sister of Battle and loyal servant of the God-Emperor.’

	Canoness Mori bowed shallowly, keeping her eyes pinned on the black haired witch opposite her.

	‘Farseer Aiel Cherakan Parten of the Craftworld Ulthwé,’ he introduced next.

	The Eldar dipped her head politely in the human custom and sat down. The Inquisitor poured himself another glass of Amasec and offered a glass to the Sister but she refused.

	‘Why, pray tell, should I help a xenos?’ Canoness Mori said sharply, marking the beginning of the negotiations.

	‘I explained this to you in the priory,’ Inquisitor Oakkshott said.

	‘I want to hear the alien’s interpretation,’ she shot back.

	Farseer Aiel and Inquisitor Oakkshott exchanged a look for a split second.

	‘I want revenge; an emotion I am sure you are familiar with, Canoness,’ the Farseer said in her soothing, two-fold voice. ‘This warband has been moving through our territory for a long time, attacking us and avoiding our counter-attacks. I have lost many soldiers to them and I want them to pay but my forces are depleted.’

	‘Why not get reinforcements?’ Canoness Mori asked.

	‘That would take too long and I cannot afford to lose track of the warband,’ the Farseer returned.

	‘And why this planet?’ the Canoness asked.

	‘The warband are planning to make planet fall here. That will be the best time to strike and wipe them out. I can have ships in orbit to cut off any escape and soldiers on the ground to fight,’ Farseer Aiel replied.

	‘Sounds like you don’t need my help at all then,’ the Canoness said, leaning back in her seat and folding her arms.

	‘Canoness Mori,’ the Farseer said, causing the Sister to flinch at hearing her name come from a xeno’s mouth. ‘This is your planet and a shrine to one of your saints. It would have been disrespectful of me to exclude you from its defence. I am here to offer my help in the destruction of our mutual Enemy.’

	‘Why should I trust you?’ Canoness Mori asked, raising her eyebrow as she regarded the alien with cautious eyes.
Under the table, out of sight, Inquisitor Oakkshott tapped runes into a data-slate. Above them, hidden among the pipes and the complex machinery of the cargo bay, an invisible gas began to seep into the air.

	‘I have nothing to gain from betraying you. I have no reason to risk losing another of my soldiers in a fight against the Imperium,’ the Eldar replied.

	As she spoke, she detected the first traces of the gas filling the air. It was subtle and she doubted either of the humans could smell it all. Slowly it grew stronger in her nose and she felt it seep into her head. She could see the effects of it on the faces of her human guests.
Inquisitor Oakkshott slipped a fine powder into his drink as he felt the effects of the Euphoria gas infiltrating his mind. He felt sleepy and relaxed, as if he wanted to lie down and drink Amasec all day. The powder would counter the gas and let the Inquisitor keep his wits about him. The Eldar would likely be immune to their sedating effects or would be only slightly inebriated at most. The Canoness, however, unaware of the gas and the effect it would have on her, was breathing it in obliviously.

	‘Xeno, my Sisters are more than capable of holding their own against the Enemy. Our priory is impregnable,’ Canoness Mori said, sounding slower and calmer than before.

	‘Has that ever been put to the test?’ the Inquisitor asked.

	Canoness Mori glared at him for a moment but soon relaxed and offered a simple “no” as her reply.

	‘It is not just about your priory, Canoness,’ Farseer Aiel said, leaning back in her seat to watch the effects of the Euphoria take over the Sister of Battle. ‘You are forgetting about the civilians who will be massacred when the warband lands. They will turn your world into a blood bath.’

	This line of arguing continued for several more minutes as the Farseer and Inquisitor waited for the gas to take effect. The Canoness was steadfast in her refusal to work with the xenos and offered numerous alternatives, including drafting civilians in the PDF. They argued about tactics and the virtues of defence and offence. Gradually the Canoness’s speech slowed and began to slur as the gas overcame her. She relaxed and her words began less formal. When offered a glass of the xeno’s wine, the Canoness took it without hesitation and sipped it happily as she slipped down in her seat.

	The Eldar exchanged a quick glance with the Inquisitor, who nodded his approval. Farseer Aiel got to her feet slowly and spoke slowly, lazily as she approached the blissful Canoness.

	‘Canoness, surely you see the benefits of our working together. Can we not, as individual, come to a peace for the sake of this world?’ she said as she carefully laid her hands on the Sister’s shoulders.

	The Canoness frowned softly but did not reject the Eldar’s touch. Her mind was too far gone to realise the significance of the moment.

	With nimble fingers, the Eldar woman traced the lines of the Canoness’s armour until she found the buckles and servos that held it to the woman’s body. Removing it would be a tricky feat to pull off, but the Farseer did so confidently. A moment later she had the armour deactivated and ready to be removed, but stopped short of taking any of it off. Instead she moved the Canoness’s seat so that it faced towards the Inquisitor.

	Farseer Aiel undid her own clothes in a flash and was naked from the waist up within a moment. Her slender, finely toned body was on display in front of the Sister of Battle, vulnerable and bare. Her breasts matched her body type: subtle and elegant with pointed, pink nipples. These demure breasts were quickly covered by the Inquisitor’s strong hands as he embraced the Eldar from behind. She put her arm behind his neck, holding him close as the bristles of his beard touched the soft skin on her shoulder. The Farseer’s eyes softened but remained on the Canoness as she watched them. The Inquisitor kissed at the Eldar’s neck while she whispered to the Sister.

	‘Your peer has seen the virtue of working together. You can be a part of this, if you agree to cooperation ,’ she cooed.

	Canoness Mori’s mind was weak and vulnerable to the probings of the Farseer. The Eldar could gaze into the Sister’s eyes and see her every thought. The vision was foggy, but emotions like lust and fear shone brightly. They were dangerous emotions for an Eldar to have but a human could only feel the shallowest of comparisons and would be safe. The Eldar saw into the repressed desires that bubbled inside the Sister’s mind, hidden behind layers of conditioning and discipline. She carefully moved them aside, like pushing away a curtain to see the fire that burned behind it. The Farseer was simply allowing the Canoness to bring those feelings to the surface.

	The effect was obvious. Canoness Mori’s eyes widened as she watched the Inquisitor and Eldar embrace and begin to kiss. Part of her might have been wondering why she felt the way she did, but her body language said she did not care and wanted more. The Farseer would have her more.

	Farseer Aiel opened the front of the Inquisitor’s belt and slipped her hand into the space, taking hold if his warm flesh. She pulled it out, into the view of the Canoness who visible tensed up at the sight of it. The Farseer could feel the small surge of erotic fascination growing inside the Canoness’s head. Synapses were firing in new and exciting ways. Pathways were being built as her entire brain lit up at the sight of Inquisitor Oakkshott’s cock.

	With the semi-hard shaft of flesh in her hand, the Farseer stroked it into its full length, allowing it to grow in front of the Sister’s eyes. Finally, it stood tall and strong in the Eldar’s hand, the head bright pink and flushed with blood. Canoness Mori squirmed in her seat as she wrestled with conflicting desires in her head while her biology urged her to watch.

	‘You have denied yourself so much in life, Canoness,’ Farseer Aiel whispered as she lowered herself to her knees. ‘You should join us. Experience what you have never felt before and we can make this alliance official.’

	‘A symbolic union of our organisations in the defence of this world,’ the Inquisitor added, casting a beckoning look towards the Canoness.

	Canoness Mori remained her in seat, but leaned in closer for a better view of what the Eldar was about to do. Her hand unconsciously settled on the rim of her breastplate, touching at the skin of her throat. She watched in fascination

	The Eldar took the head of the Inquisitor’s shaft into her mouth and slowly engulfed it between her pink lips. The sounds of the alien’s gentle moans and soft breathing must have flipped a switch inside the Canoness’s brain. The Farseer could feel the ambience of the room change as the Sister slipped over some unmarked line in the sand. Her brain lit up like a voidcraft exploding in the night sky. Her body chemistry changed as unused hormones and chemicals were secreted into her pumping bloodstream. Canoness Mori continued to unknowingly caress her neck and chest as she watched the xeno slowly and carefully tend to the Inquisitor’s throbbing erection.

	The Inquisitor, in turn, gently took hold of both the Farseer’s ears and rubbed them slowly between his thumb and index finger so that his Eldar companion sighed softly onto his cock.

	‘Take off your armour, Canoness. It is hot in here,’ the Inquisitor suggested.

	Canoness Mori obeyed without a thought. She was hot, after all and her armour felt restrictive and burdensome. She discarded her armour without the usual reverence and care. Her fingers were trembling as she undid the few latches and disconnected herself from her armour. She placed in on her seat as she sat on the floor, closer to the Eldar and the Inquisitor.

	Beneath her armour she wore a synthetic body glove that interacted with the armour in a similar fashion to the Astartes’ Black Carapace. It was a drab olive-green that covered her body from her thighs to her neck and was thin enough that her body was visible underneath. Her nipples were hard and poked through the thin fabric lewdly. It did not help her modesty that the Canoness’s large breasts were already a strain on the fabric to begin with. If the Eldar woman was a B cup, the Canoness was undoubtedly a DD. Between her legs the fabric was moist and clinging to her neglected vulva. She was clean shaven, to the surprise of the Farseer and the Inquisitor who had figured she was not the type to address such issues. The Inquisitor guessed it had to with rituals of cleanliness but could be sure.

	The Sister of Battle sat on the cold floor of the shuttle, within arm’s reach of the Inquisitor, as she watched the lewd scene unfold before her. She could hear the sounds of the Eldar’s mouth on the Inquisitor’s shaft, how she slurped and sucked on such an obscene appendage in such a slutty way. Her mouth hung open slightly as she watched. Inquisitor Oakkshott could tell she was hypnotised by the sight of it. Such a thing she had likely never seen before. Farseer Aiel kept an eye on the Sister as she lovingly sucked on the Inquisitor’s shaft and swirled her tongue over the head. She wanted to read the Canoness’s emotions to decide when to proceed. Getting the Sister nude would be easy now, but the Farseer wanted to do far more than just that.

	‘Come, Canoness,’ Farseer Aiel said as she got to her feet and took the Canoness’s hand.

	Canoness Mori allowed herself to be guided to the table and laid flat on her back. Her legs were opened and her wet centre exposed for the Farseer and Inquisitor to gaze upon. Her face reddened slightly but she made no attempt to hide her lusting sex. The Farseer stood by her head, holding Canoness Mori’s arms and watching her attractive face as the Inquisitor positioned himself between the Sister’s legs.

	‘You’re a beautiful woman, Canoness,’ the Eldar said. ‘You should enjoy this.’

	The Sister gasped and arched her back sharply when she felt the Inquisitor touch her between her spread thighs. He was caressing her with his fingers, rubbing her swollen lips through the fabric of her under-armour. He was touching her in places she had never known of before and it made her want to moan loudly. His fingers pushed against her moist sex, gently caressing the soft skin and folds he found there. Farseer Aiel took hold of the Canoness’s left breast and squeezed it softly, letting her fingers glide over the soft fabric and the small bump of her nipple.

	This continued for several minutes. The Inquisitor touched and probed in wet places, enticing moans and gasps from the Canoness while the Farseer massaged and toyed with the large orbs of flesh.

	‘She wants more, Inquisitor,’ the Farseer said, grinning at her accomplice.

	‘Then more she shall get,’ he replied.

	The two of them switched places while the Canoness squirmed and writhed on the table, soaking in the pleasure she had denied herself for over thirty years. She was turned on her stomach and pulled closer to the Inquisitor and his waiting cock. It was still wet with the Eldar’s saliva when it entered her mouth. It was hot and wet and made the Sister feel like nothing else ever had. She mimicked what she had seen the Eldar do and tenderly began to rub the shaft of it with her lips while her tongue explored every odd detail it could find. She moaned loudly onto it when she felt something warm and slippery touch her between her legs. The Farseer had begun to lick up and down the Canoness’s thighs, inching closer to the hot, moist core.

	The under-armour was easy to remove with the Canoness distracted by the Inquisitor. Farseer Aiel quickly had the thin fabric lying in a bundle next to the rest of the armour and the Canoness fully nude on the table. Her wet vulva lips were soon set upon by the hungry Eldar. Two fingers were all it took to force a cry of pleasure to escape the Canoness. The Farseer worked her middle and index fingers in and out the Sister’s pink, wet vagina, eliciting more cries from the human that were muffled by the flesh in her mouth.

	They had the Canoness locked up between them. The Inquisitor fed her his shaft, holding her silver hair out of her face, while the Farseer behind her fingered and licked her. Long strokes of an alien tongue glided between the Sister’s cheeks as fingers touched her insides. The Farseer was revelling in the knowledge that she was claiming untouched spaces and making them her own.

	When the time came, positions were swapped once more. The Farseer dropped what few clothes she had left on and took her place on top of the Canoness so they were face to face. She pressed her demure breasts against the Sister’s large orbs, brushing their nipple against each other. The Inquisitor stood behind them, overlooking the view they presented. Two pussies, both bald and neat, were being offer to him. One Human and one Eldar, almost indistinguishable from this point of view and both alluring and enticing. Which should be first, he wondered.

	The Canoness gasped loudly as the Eldar licked at her neck and face and she felt a large rod of warm flesh enter her. It was a sensation like no idea, to be filled and occupied by a man’s cock. The Farseer could sense the emotions bombarding through the human beneath her. Pleasure was warping her and rewiring her brain. Her synapses were alive like an electrical storm. Of course, the pleasure was simple and crude compared to what the Eldar could feel but denied themselves. The Farseer felt a small twinge of regret that she could not indulge herself so wantonly like these humans could. She always had to be on the defensive and aware of her own enjoyment, lest she make herself a target for the Warp.

	The Inquisitor had no such concerns. He simply did as his body commanded and enjoyed the pleasures given to him by the Canoness’s virgin pussy. She was tight and slick around him as he pushed deeper into her with each slow thrust. Her muscles were augmented and trained and now served to hold him greedily inside her as he rubbed them into orgasm. He could hear the unrestrained moans and coos of the Canoness while the Eldar lay on top of her, smothering her with delicate affection.

	Without warning, Inquisitor Oakkshott removed himself from the Canoness and plunged into the familiar depths of his Eldar companion. She murmured her approval and invited him to treat her a little rougher than usual. The Inquisitor was only too happy to provide just that. Soon, the table was shacking with the force of his thrusts. The Farseer was moaning loudly, gasping and clawing at the soft flesh of the woman beneath her. The Canoness was moaning too, picking up on the psychic energy being put out by the Eldar on top of her. Both women were in the throngs of an orgasm when the Inquisitor pulled out and let them writhe against each other for a moment.

	The Farseer was still enjoying the fluttering sensation inside her when she was rolled onto her back and the Inquisitor re-entered her. Her first response was to wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. Next she sat up so she could put her arms around his neck and press her chest against his. Her backside bounced on the table as the Inquisitor lifted and dropped her with each thrust of his cock up into her. She laughed and moaned loudly as the Inquisitor took her roughly. By Eldar standards it was little more than a giggle but to a human it would appear she was having the time best sex of her life.
Seeing this, the Canoness sat up and sat on the table behind the Farseer with her legs either side of the slender alien. The Eldar let go of Inquisitor Oakkshott’s neck so she lean against the Canoness while he fucked her. Canoness Mori took hold of the xeno’s subtle breasts, flicking the flat nipples with her fingers as she kissed and licked her neck. The Eldar reached back and gently guided the Canoness’s mouth towards her pointed ears.

	‘Bite them,’ she said between heavy breaths.

	The Canoness did as her one-time enemy asked and gently nibbled the tips of the long ears. The Eldar shivered in delight, urging the Sister to be bolder. The Canoness took to stroking the one ear while her teeth and tongue played with the other. Sandwiched between the two humans, the Farseer was laughing to the ceiling with shameless abandon. Fleshy delights rampaged through her body like an Ork Waaagh.

	Eventually the Farseer could see the inevitable coming. The Inquisitor was approaching his climax and his part in the debauched act would soon be over. She was not disappointed even though she could have gone on for hours more. The Eldar took the lead and brought the Canoness back into the forefront of the action.

	Canoness Mori and Farseer Aiel returned to the kneeling position in front of the Inquisitor. This time, the Farseer guided the long shaft towards the Sister. It was slick with her sweet-tasting cum but the Canoness did not hesitate to take it into her mouth and suck it clean. She groaned into it while she bobbed her head back and forth and the Eldar tugged on the Inquisitor’s swollen testicles. The Farseer forced the Canoness to go deeper by pushing on the back of her head until she gagged and coughed up, much to the Inquisitor and the Farseer’s amusement.

	In the end, it was the Farseer who dealt the final blow. With inhuman speed and grace, she jerked the Inquisitor’s cock until the tip of it burst with his essence. It squirted with force onto the Canoness, coating her chin and breasts with thick and thin, clear and white cum that slid down her skin like so much blood had done before. Farseer Aiel did not stop until she was certain she had gotten every drop of it out of the man. When his legs trembled and he had to grab the chair to prevent himself from collapsing, the Farseer barely noticed. Her eyes were fixed on the sight of the Sister of Battle with a flushed, dizzy-looking face and a chest shiny with jizz. It dripped off her large tits and onto the floor before the Sister could rub it into her skin.

	The Farseer pounced, pinning the Sister to the floor before she had a chance to wipe the cum away. The Eldar wanted it. She licked it off the Sister’s chest, sucking it off her hard nipples while the alien’s nimble fingers teased the Sister’s wet slit. Inquisitor Oakkshott almost felt a second wind of energy when he saw the beautiful, dark-haired Eldar licking cum off the ample chest of the Sister of Battle and sliding her fingers knuckle-deep into the Sister’s flushed pussy. He collapsed into a seat and poured himself a drink, instead as he watched the show wrap up. He deactivated the Euphoria gas so the Canoness could begin her recovery. It would take a few hours.

	It took a few minutes for Farseer Aiel to completely clean Canoness Mori’s chest of cum, but she made sure to do a thorough job and share the spoils with the Sister. As the gas gradually worked its way out of the Canoness’s system she became more alert and aware. She showed no anger as she dressed herself in front of the Inquisitor and the Farseer. Instead she just seemed to be embarrassed and ashamed of herself for losing control.

	She was still a little groggy when she left the shuttle and headed back to the priory. She did not try to make eye contact with the Eldar, but spoke to the Inquisitor in her usual professional tone.

	‘I understand that your side of the deal will be upheld,’ she said as she stood on the threshold of the shuttle.

	‘It will. You have the word of the Inquisition and of the Farseer,’ Inquisitor Oakshott replied.

	‘Right. I will need you at the priory tomorrow to explain this to my Sisters. Can you do that?’ she asked.

	‘I can,’ he replied.

	‘Good. Don’t bring the xeno witch,’ Canoness Mori said before quickly leaving the shuttle.

	‘Canoness!’ the Inquisitor called after her.

	The Sister of Battle turned back to look at the Inquisitor.

	‘You’ve saved more worlds than you know today,’ he said to her.

	She nodded silently and turned her back. The Inquisitor watched her fade into the night before he returned to the interior of his shuttle where the Farseer was waiting.

	‘So she will help us?’ she asked.

	‘She will. She would do anything to save this world,’ the Inquisitor replied.

	‘That is good then,’ the Farseer said as she poured herself a glass of Amasec.

	‘You’re people are safe, Aiel,’ the Inquisitor assured her.

	‘My people will never be safe until the Enemy is destroyed,’ she replied coldly.

	‘I guess we’ll just have to have sex with a lot more people to fight your battles then,’ Inquisitor Oakkshott smirked.

	The Eldar smiled in her subtle way. ‘Until then, do you feel strong again? I don’t think I’m finished with you.’