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The reputable invitation had arrived right before the trigger which started it all. An unexpected happenstance, or maybe expected from the warp which tends to make the unexpected reality, blossomed en route to the event hosted by Kassard von Valancius. Everything was prepared and triple checked for this warp jump, with no concerns in sight. It suddenly occurred in a haze of plum, while Cerys and her vassal were on their way to Lucin’s Breath System.
Magnae Accessio. The day had finally arrived for Cerys to be crowned as the true heir of the von Valancius dynasty. After all of the ups and downs throughout their adventures, it was high time the actual ceremony occurred. There were many delays and side-tracking that occurred before they made it to Dargonus. By this time, Cerys simply felt rather impatient to get the God Emperor’s process of succession completed and not have to spend too much time on the celebration with aristocrats. Cerys would find the most pleasure, more than anything in comparison, in completing this pursuit for the God Emperor, however, dealing with the blue-bloods and their uptight behavior was still beyond her skill set. She was very much expecting to be uncomfortable with this higher class social gathering, both from feeling out of place and inadequate as a lowborn, and having trouble with the upper class looking down on her, no matter how much she has accomplished for the God Emperor and for them.
Once they landed in Dargonus, everything started to pass by in a breeze, much to her delight. Keeping herself busy with the celebration arrangement was more applicable than small talk in her eyes. The Werserian family did an amazing job handling the event preparations as expected from Abelard and his young ones. The pious ceremony went all according to plan, letting everyone know Cerys’s new position and the Rogue Trader and showing their conviction to the God Emperor. Cerys felt the pride blooming within her as she spoke to people of the Von Valancius dynasty. “Praise the Emperor, faithful souls! The darkness around us may be fierce, but the blaze in our hearts is fiercer still! Evil will burn!”
Completing her oath as the heir to the Rogue Trader empire, the main ceremony with the people of Dargonus was concluded. Leaving the general public behind, the aristocrats moved to the reception at the palace to continue their celebration, however, this meant Cerys had to finally do her due diligence as the Host, which she had been dreading the most. The next on their agenda was the gifts brought to the Rogue Trader, where Cerys accepted all offerings from each representative, holding her composure as the powerful lioness she is. As a small spark of the event, this was also when Cerys got to share her first words with Winterscale since their arrival.
“Well well well..! We are finally getting to speak with the new blood of the Rogue Traders.” Calligos sneered while giving Cerys a once over. Cerys could tell the man was eyeing her, deciding how to proceed with the other after their incident over Footfall. Taking what was owned by Calligos was a bold action, anyone with a single brain cell would know. However, Cerys had no intentions of backing down or apologizing. She could feel his glimmer of excitement and curiosity, but also the heat of frustration from having something taken away from him. The conversation was strained between the two, though it never proceeded into becoming a physical confrontation. Anyone could feel the tension in the air from both war focused individuals. The aura of bloodshed clashing with one another. As much as they understood one another when it came to combat, their personalities seemed to clash mentally and emotionally with how Cerys cared for the imperial servants working strong with her while Winterscale lost his care for the weak and his interest in leading.
Their conversation was heated at first, but had a playful edge to it, with threats being thrown here and there, enjoying one another’s feistiness while clashing when it came to following the God Emperor’s way to the T. At the very least they could both agree with their disdain and violent intentions towards Xenos. After their eventful discussion, trying to show off each other’s strengths with an assertion of dominance, Cerys made her way towards Heinrix. She had spoken to everyone left in the grand hall and had meaning to leave the best for last. The hope was Heinrix would help her cool down after dealing with the upper class and the intense conversation with the other Rogue Traders. Heinrix had ushered their conversation to a more secluded and private location, stating that there were important notions they must discuss.
Unfortunately, the exchange had not gone as well as Cerys had hoped. The topic was vague, with the only thing Cerys taking from it being that she should be careful but unafraid. She didn’t make much of this conversation, not taking him as seriously as she probably should have. There was only one thing on Cerys’ mind at the time. A kiss. Leaning in with conviction, Cerys’ had initiated their first kiss. Alas, she was abruptly rebuffed, leading to further frustrations for the brunette. What was Heinrix so worried about? Why was she rejected in such a way after opening her heart to him? It did not help that he was cryptic regarding what he was warning Cerys about.
Cerys stomped away from their secret spot, too fettered to say a single word or even give him another glance. She was done with this day, and was ready to conclude the end of this ceremony with the Master of Ceremonies. This set in motion the event on which warnings were whispered in her ear only moments ago. It hadn’t taken long for Cerys to see the meaning behind the Psyker’s words. She was so close to completing her day and starting her recharging with the celebrations ending when she met him: Xavier Calcazar. The inquisitor happened to be in Cerys’ office, and it was clear this was included in the celebration plan all along. The Inquisitor acted as if he owned the place, sitting at Cerys’ own desk without a care in the world and exhibited only an aura of superiority to everyone in the room.. And the dreaded interrogation began.
A long encounter ensued with Calcazar. Many questions were asked, discussions were had on the Rogue Trader’s actions. Every choice she made was being brought to light and presented right in front of her, showing that the inquisitor was watching her every move since she boarded and received the Von Valancius name. It was clear that Heinrix kept the man informed with everything he heard and seen around the Rogue Trader. Cerys kept her calm, being as respectful as possible, knowing her position in the Empire, but standing her ground on her actions. She did not regret her journey till this point in the least. By the time the Inquisitor left, Cerys was at her last straw. The frustrations and exhaustion was well over her limit. Attempting to sleep with all these feelings and emotions bubbled up was not a possibility. Instead, the brunette made her way out to the balcony to calm her nerves with a smoke.
Right after her first drag, Cerys heard a large bang opening the office door. Catching her by surprise and confusion, it was Winterscale that had barged into her room. A giant grin was plastered on his face while he stared directly at Cerys with vicious eyes. The look Calligos gave Cerys brought a slight shiver down her spine. The whole room’s air changed from uncomfortable to ravaging tension. Cerys was not expecting such a visit, not at the least from Calligos. There was a little piece of hope still stuck in her mind that Heinrix would return and apologize for everything he has done to her today, but it had vanished with the unexpected visitor.
“Good to see you’re already awake. It saves me the hassle of waking you up myself.” Calligos put a hand on his chin, mimicking the behavior of someone that just got a thrilling idea. “Though, maybe that would have been exciting on its own.” Cerys could already imagine what the implications were. The possibility of being woken up by a sensual touch was not an unwelcoming thought. She bit her lip, trying to not let her mind wonder any further on his words, on what he could have done to her body. The possibilities were endless. A forceful kiss? A gentle touch in her nether region? A caress by his manhood just near her clit?
She shook her head, rather violently, to bring herself back to reality. The brunette flicked the cigarette over the balcony, not caring to continue her smoke as she assessed where this interaction might be going next. “What is the meaning of this? Shouldn’t a Rogue Trader know better than to barge into someone of equal standing’s office, especially at this time of night.” The brunette did not look nearly as amused about the interruption. Her poker face was helping immensely with hiding her true thoughts. However, Calligos could see the slight glint of interest in her eyes, recognizing her interest and willingness to let him continue.
“Do you really need to ask?” The broad man took quick and vigorous steps towards the woman without breaking their intense gaze. “No need to act coy after our little chat just a few hours ago.” Calligos stopped only inches away from Cerys’ face. His expression speaks volumes on what he is expecting from the other and his strong desires. The tension between them was palpable, even during their conversation in the main hall. One might have seen it as tension due the power struggle between two Rogue Traders, but observed closely, it was much more than that. She was wanted in a carnal level, there was no denying it, and so was he.
With a swift but not at all gentle movement, Winterscale grabbed Cerys by the chin connecting their lips roughly. It was a sloppy kiss, nothing at all like the kiss she shared with Heinrix. The kiss was full of passion, but not love. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen as their tongue fought over dominance. She could feel the power struggle between them, neither wanting to back down. Cerys could sense the previous irritations riled up within her push her to be more aggressive and headstrong. While at the same time, the frustrations were slowly seeping away. This is what she wanted. What she really needed right now and she could not think of a better partner in crime.
One sloppy kiss after another, the couple stumbled towards the desk. The very desk Calcazar was interrogating the brunette only a few hours before. The irony was palpable. Calligos pushed the brunette against the desk with force, slightly shaking the desk and dropping some pens on the floor in the process. He took a moment apart simply to unbuckle his belt, dropping his pants as low as needed. With the strength of a rogue trader of many years, he only had to use one hand while the other traveled under Cerys’ shirt rubbing her sides and enjoying her soft skin. While Cerys enjoyed the touch, she made work of her shirt, getting the pesky article out of the way. However, she refused to be the only one in the nude. Pushing the other on the chest to get him to stop forcefully, Cerys started removing Calligos’s shirt as well, throwing it to the side. Calligos hooked a finger under Cerys’ pant waist, rubbing the skin around her loins while making work of her belt, pulling her pants down quickly.
With all clothing articles out of the way, Winterscale made a satisfied expression, a wide grin spreading on his face as he eyed the beautiful being standing right in front of him. Cerys was flushed, with her skin turning rosy in all the right places. She wanted more, wanted to continue and end this delay caused by the man. With this, she pulled Calligos right back into a kiss biting his lip in the process. Calligos groaned in pleasure, and put his arms under Cerys, easily lifting her onto the desk in a sitting position. All the movement around the desk made a complete mess with documents scattering around and ink spilling. The signet of the inquisition ring tumbling off the desk where it once was placed over contemplation.
Calligos made his way over Cerys’ body, leaving kisses starting from her lips. The kisses trailed down from her neck, with bites that will definitely leave a mark, down to her collar bone. He made sure to suck on her delicate pale skin as hard as possible to leave his mark of ownership. His predatory behavior did not leave him even in sexual situations, of course. Once Calligos was lower, he started licking and suckling Cerys’ breast and massaging the other thoroughly with his hand. His other hand laid in her inner thigh rubbing gently attempting to find Cerys’s sensitive spots. Cerys was barely holding it together as her moans were getting louder and louder. She squirmed in delight under Calligos’s care while her arms went around his head and neck. The brunette slid her hands through his hair, stroking and pulling in delight.
Once Cerys’ breasts were thoroughly ravished, Calligos continued his way down, leaving kisses on her abdomen and making his way to her crotch. He spread the woman’s legs, admiring the view for a moment or two, causing Cerys’ face to heat up. Winterscale felt pride and greed knowing what delicious prey he had captured. He could not help but wonder what other mischief they could get into next, not wanting this to be a one time visit. With a flick of his tongue, he started to lick and suck her clitoris, savoring the taste of his prey. Cerys tightened her grip on Winterscale’s hair, her moans now loud enough to be heard from the door. She was enjoying the pure bliss given to her and did not care to uphold appearances after the tiring day she suffered from. She was letting it all out and will enjoy the pleasure she rightfully deserved after a hard day.
Calligos was eventually satisfied with his work, so he backed off to take a good look at his victim. He listened to the sweet moans of Cerys, while he admired her sweaty and flushed body. His own member could not wait a second longer after all. His manhood was large, throbbing from the lack of attention and covered in precum. Calligos positioned himself in front of Cerys’ opening. He didn’t expect a response or an approval, knowing that they both wanted this release. Without hesitation or a hint of remorse or tenderness, Winterscale shoved his shaft in Cerys, connecting them with one another. Cerys let out a scream of immense pleasure while Calligos grunted and moaned while he thrusted with a steady and strong rhythm. Cerys had let go of Calligos’s neck at this point, opting to instead prop herself with her hands flush on the desk, moving alongside the man. The pleasure was immense, making her forget everything. All that mattered in the world was their sexual connection. Calligos continued his long and powerful thrusts while rubbing Cerys’s clit and it did not take long for both of them to climax full of ecstasy and pleasure. Cerys could feel the seeds of the muscular man fill her up completely.
Before they could even separate or enjoy the afterglow of their intercourse, they heard loud and hectic knocking at the door. The person did not even have a chance for Cerys to respond before opening the door in a frenzy. The two turned their attention quickly to see who it was. There stood Heinrix. The expression on his face was hard to describe. At first glance, Heinrix looked concerned, worried as if someone was getting hurt. The screams from Cerys had alerted Heinrix and he had burst in the room on high alert to fight whoever might have been harming the woman. However, the moment he saw the couple, positioned in such a way on the desk, mostly naked and still connected, his face changed completely. It was twisted with hatred, anger and betrayal.
The psyker had been pacing in his own room for quite some time now. He had been stewing over his interaction with Cerys earlier in the day and their confrontation with Calcazar. Heinrix felt worried about Cerys’ mental well-being after all of the high strung interactions she had to deal with today which included Calligos as well. Heinrix had kept an eye on Cerys while she conversed with their guests and noticed the tension and attraction between the two rogue traders. It was not something he appreciated and would rather not have noticed. The jealousy within him had bubbled pushing him to finally decide on making his way to Cerys’ room in the middle of the night. However, the timing could not have been any worse for the broken interrogator.
“Cerys…”
The brunette could feel the negative emotions flowing from Heinrix. The wave of emotion hit her like a brick, her eyes widened in pure shock, startled by this outcome. Before she could react in any sort of way, not knowing how she could make this any better: A sudden jolt. The Rogue Trader sat up from her bed, her eyes still wide open from the experience she just witnessed as she blankly stared right ahead. Her heavy breathing in between the clankings of the vassal was the only thing heard in Cerys’ room. Her pale face was covered with a dark pink blush, sweat slowly dripping from her forehead. It took her a few minutes to regain her composure and realize where she was but she did not forget a single second of what had just transpired.