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A nervousness pulled at Heinrix as he walked to the Rogue Traders living quarters, his steps patient and measured to counter the turbulence his mind was carrying.
Not moments before he was just about to turn in from the bridge she had summoned him to her quarters. Which could only mean she wished to discuss... Whatever this was between them.
The barbs they’d thrown at one another since he first placed a boot on this ship had worn a hole through his carefully engineered walls, threatening his once formidable foundation.
It was embarrassing.
It was unsightly.
And by the Emperor he would give almost anything to keep it going for as long as his position would allow it.
But Von Valancius was toeing a line that was impossible to cross. Last they spoke, she asked if she had to keep throwing herself upon him. Not that she cared about how it would look to those around her.
He had been giving her everything he was permitted to, and it was ripping him to shreds. There wasn't anything he could do, duty must come first, before the self... Before others.
Much to his surprise, she still insisted he have a place in her retinue wherever she landed. She was excruciatingly stubborn. Nothing about her changed. He would still catch her staring just a little too long with that mischievous smirk of hers and she’d still cut him with her sharp silver tongue and his mind would still wander to its darker corners, folding in on itself with thoughts best left buried.
Henrix coughed the thoughts loose, setting his jaw and straightening his posture before rapping a knuckle on her mahogany door.
He half expected one of her servants to lead him into the room, but instead he was face to face with the Rogue Trader —or rather eyes to mouth.
She was just a little taller than he was —The perfect height cast her gaze on him.
“Heinrix.” her voice smoothed over each syllable.
He forced his eyes to stop tracing her lips and to settle back to her attention where it should have been to start.
“Lord Captain...”
That knowing grin crossed her face before she opened the room to him.
“Come in, we have business to discuss...”
Heinrix gives a polite nod before stepping past the threshold. It was only seconds before he caught the faintest click of a lock at his back.
He made no move to look at her, lasering in on the wallpaper across the room while his biomancy worked its magic.
This was no trick, she was herself, the same calm heartbeat, the same breath, easy and steady as each confident step she took towards him.
“Go on in Heinrix, you need not wait on me like a lovesick puppy.” She laughed, nudging him on with a gentle hand at the small of his back.
“... I will pretend that you didn't just call a member of the inquisition a dog.”
“Oh? You aren't? That's a shame. I thought you enjoyed being given commands. Am I mistaken on that assumption?”
His mind conjured himself on his knees as she sits on her cathedra. a leg over each of his shoulder and his mouth... Void take his warp addled brain...
Before he could object, they cut him off, “I thought as much, now go on. I'll come find you in a little bit. I have a few small things to tend to.”
An exasperated sigh leaves him as he wandered the Captain’s expansive quarters lined with trophies of her current exploits.
He paid no mind to most of them. Mostly letting his mind turn. She could always verbally corner him so easily, and not only that, he seemed to set himself up for them each and every time. It was just maddening how even his attempts to escape the influence she had on him just drew him that much closer.
It wasn't long before he found himself in a room with an exceptionally large mirror.
The thing was old for sure and extremely ornate. Lined with elaborate golden filigree looping every which way drawing him into the room. Eyes following the winding paths it took before settling in his own reflection.
On instinct, he took a second of vanity to tidy up the wrinkles on his jacket and combed his stray hairs back into place.
For a moment he was satisfied with his own appearance, almost missing the pair of arms slowly snake their way across his mid-section.
“I see you've found my bedroom mirror.”
The sing-song voice of the Rogue Trader danced behind his head, her hands still moving aimlessly.
“And my, what a sight it beholds.”
“My apologies Lord Captain, I...” he paused, catching the darkness reflected in her eyes, “ I didn't mean to so carelessly walk about.”
“Nonsense, and you are much too formal for this. Let's fix that.” His shoulder plates were already unlatched and over his head to be set down on the nearby desk.
“There is no need for—”
The words died in his throat as she pressed every curve of her body against his back.
Heinrix stiffened immediately, eyes shooting forward, into the mirror. She smiled back, leaning down to touch her temple to his own.
“Stay, Heinrix.”
She spoke in a sultry hum, rolling the top button of his uniform between her fingers.
“You could do with some spoiling...”
“I appreciate it, Lord Captain, but...”
Heinrix stumbled, seeing her slip the ornate button through its fastener before crawling down to the next.
“My very presence here is a danger that you seem to not understand.”
The emperor himself couldn't rip his eyes from the vision in the mirror. A rare chance for a moment of undivided attention from her, truly alone. Not a single person looking to call them away on business elsewhere.
His guard was plummeting in a tailspin. With every button she worked loose, the claws of his desire came closer, threatening to tear his reason to shreds.
“If I fail, the inquisition comes down on both our heads...”
The last little button finally gave way revealing the thin fabric of his clean white undershirt.
“I cannot have the things you ask, I can't forgo my duties, Lord Captain.”
“Are you trying to convince me of this? Or yourself?” He winced under her keen eyes.
“Relax, I’ll keep you safe from prying eyes and unkind ears...” A feather-light finger drifted up the column of his neck to softly trace out his jaw. “I just want to admire you...”
His eyes fluttered shut, her honeyed words building to a cold shiver that rolled off his back, into the surrounding air.
“Admiration?” He barely tilts his head, yielding to her, “I am not familiar with such things...”
“I can show you.” she murmured, gently touching her lips to his jaw. “You’ve earned it— a taste of recognition.”
He felt the loose jacket collar gingerly peel open
“Of what it feels like... to be cherished... And adored...”
Her words, masterfully woven between kisses that brush a trail down his neck.
“This is a razor thin line.”
His own were quiet. To himself or her, he isn't quite sure.
I am... reluctant to tread it.”
She sounded so soft and sweet but there was an edge to it. A growing hunger he found himself wanting to feed despite every rational thought in his head screaming for him to cease.
“But you are still curious...”
She suddenly wrenched his shirt up to his chest.
“I am not blind, Van Calox.”
Her hand slips down, combing her fingers through a central trail of shorthairs.
“You want more than to simply kiss my hand and let it be. I’ve seen you linger. How you look upon me when you think no one is watching.”
Then she stops just shy of his belt before sliding its way back up.
Heinrix cursed himself through clenched teeth, his demeanor hanging by the narrowest of threads.
“And if I may be so bold to speak aloud a confession Interrogator...” Her voice had dropped— A quiet only meant for the 2 of them.
“In my dreams I do not merely admire you Heinrix...” She raised her head, settling right against his ear. “I ravish you.”
Another wave of cold radiates from him. The swirling thin smoke of his breath now framing his sharp and icy focus.
“Oh, I know.”
They locked eyes, Heinrix raised an eyebrow, chin held up in a half-defiant manner.
“I know your mind is set to wander when it cannot rest, because you unwittingly pulled me in.”
She didn't speak, didn't even change her expression, just listened and watched.
“During my meditation ritual, the ship hurtled through a warp jump. And in that long and drawn out moment, I heard it all— Felt it all.”
He remembers it perfectly. Moment by moment burned to the back of his skull. His arousal grew for every second he relived it.
“I could only imagine what it was you were picturing with those long and heavy sighs. Your heart racing a mile a minute and your nerves lit up like a cogitator.”
He groaned, shifting his hips. Trying feebly to adjust against the immense pressure as he aches to continue.
“Your gorgeous legs spread wide as you deftly circled your soft fingers, and that wasn't even my favorite part...”
The metal aquila buckle interrupted his train of thought, ringing out as it hit the floor when she cast the belt aside. She makes quick work of his uniform pants, unfurling each side to make room.
“Van Calox. Guide me.”
She asked and demanded in the same breath.
He complied without a second thought. Flicking his wrist, her hand traveled upward, circling a pectoral. He moved her fingers, kneading a soft noise out of him. As he dropped control, she continued the same steady motions.
“That's it,” she purred in his ear, “I want to hear how good you feel.”
He made another when her thumb barely brushed against a nipple.
“Such lovely little sounds you make...” his eyes rolled back, head drifting towards the ceiling.
“Eyes on the mirror.”
Heinrix forced his head back down, gritting his teeth.
“Good boy.”
In a matter of moments, she buried herself into his neck, latching onto his skin with fervor.
It felt like hours as she bit and bruised. Making mark after mark, coaxing sighs from his throat as he leaned into it, pushing her to continue to worry his neck.
She raised her head again, dragging a tongue across the fresh marks before looking directly at him in the mirror.
"You're so pretty between my teeth, my little prince.”
He visibly shook in her arms— clamping down on his bottom lip to quiet himself.
“Do you like that Heinrix? —Being called a little prince?"
“...y-yes.” he nods, just barely managing to squeeze the word between each heavy breath.
“Now tell me,” his hips jerked forward as her finger slips his waistband, “What is this ‘favorite part’ you so fondly recall, hmm?”
In a slow drag, the elastic was pulled down, finally granting him his much needed release. Still affixed to this mirror, he could have sworn he was seconds away from losing his mind to the warp. He was exposed, helpless to her, yet unable to do a single thing about it and it was driving him mad.
“What turned my handsome prince into such a filthy mess?”
With a single finger, she caught a drop of anticipation that started to puddle at his feet.
“It... It was right after the rest...” He stammered twitching in the open air. “When you had that toy in your hands...”
“The one I had like this?” He whined as her fingers firmly wrapped around his length. He could only answer in a nod, doing his best to regain some sense of composure.
“I felt you push in inch by inch.” He shivered under her slow moving hand.
“And back out just as slow... I wanted to let go of it, to leave, but I couldn't...”
“And why would that be?”
“I... I heard you... say my name. It was... so quiet, barely... above a whisper. I almost thought I imagined it... until you said again... When you rocked your hips... easing it in and out of yourself.”
He lurched forward, trying to steady himself as she continued her agonizingly slow pumping.
“What else, my prince? I know that wasn't all of it was it?”
“No... You kept.. kept going... a-and with every thrust... You... A-ah~”
She picked up speed, causing his tongue to trip, “Go on tell us both what I did..." She teased mercilessly.
“You went faster..." He pressed on, "I felt you hammer it into yourself over and over driving it deep each time... And by the void the things you said...”
Heinrix watched himself shamelessly thrust up into her hands. A heated coil inside of him starts to twist into itself, and she must have known, Throne she had to have, with how she matched each one of his movements.
“What were they?”
“You.. you told me to touch you...put my fingers in.... F-fuck... you told me... to taste how wet I made you... Ah...”
His knees knocked together, toes curling in his boots as his thrusts turn into spastic jerks.
“You...” he grunted, “ you begged... pleaded that I pound you into your mattress.”
“I bet that made you hard didn't it?”
He bit his lip, nodding furiously as his eyes screwed shut.
She went faster, pushing harder with her questions that burned his ears.
“Did you touch yourself? Did my little prince whisper my name as he thought of sinking his thick cock inside of me?"
“Y.. y-yesssss.” It came out in a strangled hiss, the pressure spiked and just as quickly as she started, the act dropped.
“Let go for me...” The sharp edge to her voice all but gone. “It's okay Heinrix, I have you.”
He clenched his teeth hard, crying out as he came in waves, painting the solid wood flooring with each crest. But she held him steady, not once letting him slip or falter as he started to go limp.
She produced a handkerchief, gently cleaning him off before slipping him back into place.
“Can you stand? I can help you to the chair.”
Heinrix loosely nodded, stumbling his way into a nearby padded chair before dropping into it.
His head rolled back, eyes closed, as he was still reeling from what just happened. Trying to make sure it was actually real and not something he just made up in his own head. It wasn't until he felt his knees suddenly pull forward that the Lord Captain was touching him again, standing over him.
But this time, she had his belt in her hands. He watched her silently as she carefully slipped the belt through each loop around his waist, buttoned and zipped his pants before setting the belt back in its rightful place.
He shook the daze out of his head, looking back at her as she stood over him examining the rest of his uniform.
For a moment they caught eyes and there wasn’t any heat there anymore, but there was... a warmth. She leaned over again, pushing his stray hairs back into place with the smallest of smiles for him, cradling his face with her palm.
“You may visit any time you want, Van Calox— Prince's privileges."
He couldn't help but snort as she places a single kiss on his forehead.