Part 1: Introductions and Intentions
As the breaching charges fired and tore the large wooden door to splinters, tearing the 2 cultists guarding that door into chunks of meat and splattering liquefied gore against the floor. A dozen Arbites officers rushed into the room a split second later, just as the High Priest fell to his knees and screamed to the heavens above, “Choose your vessel and take it!” the naked old man yelled before his body was torn to shreds by a dozen shotgun shells. Captain Bossk strode in the room, his carapace plate marked with blue shoulder plates in bright contrast to the matte black coating the rest of him. He grimaced underneath his armoured helmet and gasmask, the place was a charnel house of gore and sick offerings. “Bring the demolition charges forward” he bellowed out, his voice strong and demanding respect, “I want this place collapsed and burning in holy fire in 30 minutes!”. Two more men in light flak armour hustled into the room carrying large backpacks filled with explosives and melta bombs to begin setting them up. The Captain turned his back and left the room, there was still more work to do out there in hive Gadula.
Reaching the entrance of the abandoned warehouse he waved over his lieutenant. Harlowe was smaller and thinner than Bossk, but that was true of many people. As the lieutenant weaved his way through the crowd of Arbites towards him Bossk took off his gas mask and helmet to taste some fresh air. His pallid and almost greyish skin marked him as a man born of the underhive, but his strong jawline and hard blue eyes gave him an almost handsome charm. The Captain rubbed his two day old stubble in thought before he took out a small bottle of pills and downed one just as Harlowe reached him, “Headaches still bothering you?” he asked. Bossk motioned for him to follow and began to walk to one of the nearby Chimeras’ as he explained “The Medicae say its stress, nothing more. I’m inclined to believe them”. Harlowe now took his mask off as well, his features were thin and almost rat like. It fit well with his semi-legal connections and contacts, only tolerated as long as they proved useful and he didn’t step too far out of line.
“You need a vacation” his lieutenant remarked, “It’ll help debunk the rumours that your headaches are sent from the Emperor to tell you there is still crime in hive Gadula”. Bossk smiled for a second as he sat down in a Chimera opposite his lieutenant and ordered the driver to take him to the station, “Who says that?” he then asked. Harlowe shrugged, “I hear things, you’ve never asked for a source before, and I’ve always been right” he explained. As the hatch close beside them the first round of detonations could be heard. The Chimera pulled away from the crowded scene and began to head back through the rockcrete jungle to find its way back to the precinct station. Bossk tried to dissuade his comrade further by explaining “There’s nowhere on this planet that will be anywhere relaxing or entertaining that I can afford, even with all of my savings”, but Harlowe simply smiled and began to tap away at his datapad. “I’ll find something so the ‘Angel of Justice’ can have his vacation” was all he would say, even as Bossk tried to order it out of him later that night before heading home.
The next morning the Captain woke to find his datapad chirping at him, he yawned and stretched while looking around his sparse hab-block before glancing at the clock and seeing he had plenty of time left to get ready. Looking at the datapad he saw a message from Harlowe, delivered at 3 in the morning of all things. It told Bossk that his vacation dreams were about to come true, and that he should get in his best outfit so he’d be ready for Harlowe at 800 hours. With an hour to go he decided to go along with Harlowe, what was the worst that could happen? As he quickly put his clothing on he decided that to answer his own question, he was still wondering how bad it was going to be once he heard the knock on his door just after he finished a rough shave.
“What the fuck! I told you to wear something nice, not full assault armour” Harlowe squealed as the door opened, “fuck it, it’s your fault” he continued while motioning for him to hurry up. In full carapace plate he followed his lieutenant, explaining “You said best outfit, this is my best outfit”. It was too, the carapace armour was clean and without a single bloodstain or crack. Over his back he had slung his favorite shotgun, a pump action variant of the standard issue that was able to take considerably more powerful shells. He’d even gone the extra mile to impress by hooking his steel hand axe to his belt by the hilt. “Why am I upset?” Harlowe said sarcastically, “This is not what I promised her, I said formal uniform, suit and fancy coat sorta thing”. Fuck though Bossk, he’s hired me a prostitute hasn’t he? He was about to demand to know what was happening when they turned the corner and saw who the lieutenant was talking about.


Sister Superior Marisa smiled as the young lieutenant brought the captain forward, but almost stopped when she noticed how the man clenched his fists and almost began to reach for his shotgun before stopping himself. He recovered quickly and fell into formal protocol, saluting sharply and standing to attention before she waved it off with her power armoured gantlet. “Greetings Captain Bossk” she said, her voice was smooth and almost song like. He nodded back and replied “May I enquire as to your name? and what might I owe the pleasure of meeting a Sister of Battle?” while he looked her up and down in an analytical and inquisitive manor. He saw a woman slightly taller than himself, her power armour a gleaming pure white with a golden Aquilla over her collar, in stark contrast to Bossk’s dark black and urban camo carapace armour. That was not the only contrast however; Marisa’s skin was fair aside from the long scar down her left cheek and even had a slight tan, while her hair was a full auburn that reached down just past her neck and was kept in a tight ponytail. “I am Sister Superior Marisa, I have been assigned to evaluate the rumours of your blessings. You were scheduled to be evaluated at your next yearly physical, but your young lieutenant contacted the Ecclesiarchy and offered an alternative” she explained, before waving him to join her while making her way to an Ecclesiarchy marked Rhino. As she climbed in with Bossk following with a grimace on his face Marisa calmly told the driver to head to a spaceport a few levels up. Harlowe waved as the door hatch closed, while Bossk swore under his breath quite creatively.
“So what is happening at the spaceport?” the captain asked, looking slightly concerned while trying not to fidget. Marisa thought for a moment before deciding she’d had enough fun with him, “High-Confessor Joseph has recently touched down on his yearly visit from Chorus, he will judge you” she explained. At the mention of the feral world he looked confused, “Yearly visit? Does he live there?” Bossk asked. She nodded, “When our order chose this star system for its home we built a shrine on Chorus and our central location here in Gadula. Joseph visits once a year to judge recruits before they rise to become Sisters of Battle” Marisa explained, “After that the new Sisters will take a 2 week visit to Chorus culminating with a ceremony over Saint Katrine’s remains”. At that news Bossk seemed to relax somewhat, “So how many people live on Chorus?” he asked. Marisa had obviously piqued his curiosity, “Only Joseph, his faith leaves him a changed man. He is not all there in some respects, continually finding and making jokes or fun where others do or should not” she said in reply. “A black sheep not fit for public display?” Bossk inquired, receiving a curt nod before they spent the rest of the trip in silence.
At the space port Marisa led him to a small shuttle, like the Rhino it was marked with an Ecclesiarchical seal. Out the front were waiting 8 Sisters, all of which began making their way onto the shuttle as soon as they saw the pair approaching. She led the Arbites captain on board as well, guiding him to Joseph’s favorite spot on-board. When they reached the cramped observation deck Joseph rose from his chair to greet them. He looked to be 70 or so years old, but Marisa had been reassured by those above her in the order he was many orders of magnitude older. His head was completely bald and spotted with wrinkles, and due to the light augmentic frame around him to support him in his advanced age subtle mechanical cues could be heard whenever he moved. Joseph shuffled over to meet them remarking “Why do you never bring me any altar boys to judge like I ask, only young beautiful women. All of which passed with flying colours by the way. Now who is this big fellow?”, Marisa introduced him promptly and the Confessor began sizing him up. Once again a ghost of aggression flashed upon Bossks body before being subsumed by an iron discipline, Joseph seemed not to notice though and continued his investigation of the man in silence. After a few minutes he finished and remarked “I recognize him from somewhere”, “One of your visions?” Marisa asked quickly. The Confessor tilted his head in thought, “I don’t remember from what. It’s the jawline, I recognize this young man. Give me a week or two and I’ll remember” he said as he shuffled back to his chair. Continuing promptly after sitting down with “Go on now young miss, I’ll take another look at him tomorrow after I get settled in back home”, then waved them on out of his room emphatically. Before they had even left the room the Sister realized that the plan of letting him stay in an Ecclesiarchy palace while the officials there prepared an official statement on his supposed blessing was not going to work, his enforced vacation was going to take a different setting.
As Captain Bossk walked out of the room he looked relieved, it was a first for Marisa to see. He grimaced none the less a few seconds later before downing another pill from his rapidly depleting supply in his pill bottle. It looked about half full from where she stood, but she had no idea how long that would last him. Grinning she mumbled a few words into her comm bead just out of his earshot. Bossk began to make his way towards the shuttle exit when the rumbling of the engines kicking on began, “What’s happening?” he demanded as he rounded on her. “Didn’t you listen?” the Sister answered, “He will evaluate you once more tomorrow, and we cannot postpone the sacred summit. You will be coming with us”. The man’s eyes widened in actual panic, “I can’t go, I have work to do!” Bossk exclaimed, then seemed to realize his panic and tried to calm himself down for a moment before continuing. “After a bust like today cultists are going to be panicking and making mistakes as they re-organize, it’s the easiest pickings we’ll get in years” the Captain said, Marisa shrugged. “I will inform your lieutenant, I’m afraid claims of the Emperor’s blessing takes precedence over simple grunt work anyone can do” she said before directing him to a seat to wait out the flight and ending the argument for good.
Part 2: Reveal and Realization
The last 2 Sisters to enter the building closed the massive wrought iron door behind them; it clanked into place against the hard stone walls and stopped the cold wind brining more snow into the main chamber. The chamber itself seemed to be an almost direct copy of the floor plan of one of the many thousands of churches scattered throughout Hive Gadula, only instead of wood, the pews, pulpit and other furniture were all made of stone and rooted firmly into the ground. There were no glass windows either, merely large light panels in the shape of windows that gave an almost natural light to the place. Joseph looked around at the group while standing beside Marisa, “It took me centuries to care this all-out” he said with pride before cracking up in a fit of laughter at their looks of astonishment, Marisa giggling alongside him at the absurdity of the statement and how they believed him. Bossk on the other hand had sat himself down on a pew and was looking over his shotgun with care, in the miniscule chance the freezing cold and ice hadn’t fouled anything. True to the monster of a weapon’s nature it hadn’t and everything was in working order, but the fact the Sisters were now toting Boltguns and Chainswords wasn’t helping his anxiety. “Alright ladies and ladies” Marisa called out, “Please head to your barracks and make yourself at home, 1 hour till lights out”. Bossk watched the group of 8 sisters pick up the large cases and move off down a hallway behind the altar to the barracks as he loaded his shotgun, “Female quarters on the left, food and supply storage alongside power generator straight ahead, male quarters on the right” Marisa called out before gesturing to the large case at Bossk’s feet and joining the Sisters. He slung the weapon over his back and picked up the case before making his way down the hallway. Turning right however all he found were two doors, one lead to a small and nicely furnished office Joseph was sitting behind a desk in, while the other led simply to a pile of rubble blocking the corridor completely.
“Oh yes! That wing collapsed in on itself oh I don’t know, 25 years ago?” Joseph said with a small giggle, “I just sleep in my office now. In case you haven’t noticed it’s a Sororitas shrine so they never fixed it, I’m the only male that’s supposed to be here”. Marisa crossed her arms and looked crossly at him, “You never thought to mention it?” she asked. The Confessor laughed, “It’s been on every one of my yearly reports. Now let me get my beauty sleep” he replied before turning around and making his way to the small office he kept leaving only the Sister Superior and Arbites Captain in the main chapel. Bossk simply sat down on one of the stone pews, “I’ll sleep here” he said before beginning to polish his shotgun once more. Marisa looked around and noticed their isolation, after a moment’s though she decided to capitalize on it and sat down next to him, her power armour purring softly. As Bossk glanced at her she noticed his fingers slip on to the pump of the shotgun and grip it firmly, his other hand he reached for his bottle of pills and downed a few and leaned forward over his weapon to get a better look at it. She pulled out her bolt pistol from her holster and began to look it over as the man next to her looked over his weapon. “So when are you going to explain why you want to murder us all?” Marisa asked him as she leaned back, “I’ve rarely seen such ingrained kill responses even in my sisters”. He didn’t even flinch, “I have no idea what you are talking about”. Marisa huffed, “Deep cover cultists? Xenos infiltrator? If you don’t cough up I’ll have to assume the worst. Think of it like confession” she replied. Bossk pumped his shotgun to load a shell into the breach, but stopped picking it up when he felt the bolt pistol against the side of his skull. “Put the shotgun down, then the hand axe, then explain why you twitch and want to kill us” she said coldly, and he did.
“My father was just like me at one point, a rising star in the Arbites forces. His crowning achievement was personally leading a force that put down an archenemy touched psyker, that’s when his lifelong enemy took notice of him” he began, straight faced and without reaction. Marisa’s bolt pistol never wavered as well as he continued, “4 months later on a final siege of a gang clean up Sororitas forces arrived and offered him help in an assault. Rapid Sororitas assault forces took the lead, followed up by him and his men, both supported by another wave of Sororitas heavy weapons teams”. Marisa knew of that day from records, and didn’t like where this was going. “’A friendly fire accident that escalated catastrophically’ is what the official report called it, he called it a full scale purge of every single one of his troops. He only survived because he took a bolt round to the shoulder before diving into the sewage river underneath the place and crawling through it for 2 days”, by now the stony visage had begun to crack and his eyes had begun to water slightly. “A sanctioned purge for no good reason, body count of 34 officially, 33 in reality, all innocent Arbites officers who had only done their duty. He lived in the underhive the rest of his life plotting revenge for the innocent men killed unjustly, ran the most brutal killgang down there and had me with his chief enforcer” Bossk explained, “Bossk is gangland slang for revenge in some places, and that’s what my entire upbringing was about. At 15 the final test was killing him and his full command staff, before my assignment of taking revenge”. The captain had slumped down without hope by now and Marisa slowly lowered the pistol, sensing he wasn’t a threat right now. “And do you know what?” he asked, “After I killed them all I realized that you might have been right to purge him, he was twisted with corruption into a monster. I had no idea if I should follow through with my assignment or not. Instead I did all I knew how to do, I signed up for the Arbites”.  “Excuse me, I need some fresh air” Bossk said, “I won’t be killing any of you in your sleep, do not worry”. The captain got up from his seat and made his way to the large door, “I’ll be back by morning” he explained before wandering out into the blizzard. Marisa let him go, years of experience mentoring new Sisters had let her understand sometimes people needed some time alone after outpourings like that.
The next morning’s exercise had to be changed from a general exhibition to a search and rescue, as when Marisa and the others awoke Bossk still had not returned. He was located a short distance away huddled inside a small cave next to the corpse of a local wolf like animal. His armour was scraped and clawed in a dozen places, while to wolf had had its neck wrung. Marisa didn’t want to ruin the rest of the Sisters day out and personally brought Bossk back to care for him while to others had a nice day out enjoying themselves hunting more wolf like creatures. In her power armour it was easy to carry the unconscious man and lay him down on the bed in her personal quarters. It was one of the most well insulated and heated places in the chapel, and was out of the way of the other Sisters quarters in case they wandered in. The first order of business was getting him out of the soaked through clothes before the hypothermia got worse. He had a finely tuned and fit body, lithe and thin where he didn’t need to be and muscled where he did, without anything wasted or not put to use. Underneath his Carapace plate she found he was wearing nothing at all, now extra glad she had chosen her room and the others wouldn’t see this Marisa continued.
Clicking hidden latches her gauntlets fell to the floor, quickly followed by the rest of her outer armour. In her skin tight body glove she adjusted the temperature settings to maximum and then reluctantly climbed into bed next to the unconscious man. Pulling the heavy blankets over them she regretted the necessity of sharing body heat. Marisa had never followed Sororitas protocol to the letter in most cases, chastity was never something you could guarantee with any member of the human species, but curling up in bed with a man she barely knew still didn’t sit well with her. Sure enough though soon his extremities began to become less and less blue, better yet Bossk began to shiver as he roused to consciousness. Realizing this she pulled away and sat down on the edge of the bed instead, sweating buckets in the intense heat. The temptation to take off her body glove was almost irresistible, but even in her youth her discretions had been with those she had known for years not days. “Y-you’re beautiful” the shivering captain beneath her muttered, “I never thought that any of you would be so beautiful”. The Sister smiled warmly at him, “Thank you ” she replied while thinking of just how long this was going to take to get the man up to health again. The rest of the day and tonight he wouldn’t be leaving the bed, tomorrow she’d even need to skip out on going with the others to take care of him. She’d asked Joseph to help earlier, but he’d waved her off and told her he was busy trying to remember where he had remembered Bossk from, ignoring the fact that that would be useless is Bossk died. She spent the night sleeping in a chair next to the bed, still desperate to take her body glove off or turn the heater off but knowing neither was an option all while Bossk mumbled about how beautiful she was.
The next morning she walked back into the room after seeing the others off to Bossk turning down the heater with half of his carapace plate strapped on loosely. His hardened stone cold visage had returned, the bumbling fool who had called her beautiful having left him as he regained his wits. “It’s time for you to see Joseph again” she said. The Captain in reply collapsed back onto the bed and grumbled “he remembers my father; he’s the one who pronounced him tainted”. Marisa sighed, the fabric under the actual armour still hadn’t dried properly and the fool had gone an put it on. “Do you want to get sick again?” she demanded as she began to pull what little armour he had strapped to himself off again. In protest he said “leave me alone, I’m healthy enough!” as he dove under the covers. “Like a child” Marisa muttered as she dove after him, still far stronger than him in his weakened state, although she didn’t know how she’d fare if he was healthy. She began by grabbing the half strapped on chest plate and tore it off, then forced him down and sat on his stomach to hold him down while she worked on his greaves. His physical retorts proved fruitless but he didn’t give in, spitting out “Get off me you bitch, I can take care of myself!”. Confident in her superiority she lifted herself up a second to tear his combat belt and the attached soaked undergarments before turning around, moving down him slightly and beginning on his boots. Halfway through the right boot he gave up hitting her and went limp, “Now stay that way” she clucked as she continued. That was when she felt something pressing up against her crotch and she realized what she was straddling. Marisa jumped off him and whirled around to face him, “I wasn’t lying when I said you were beautiful” he explained as he covered himself with the blanket
Part 3: Making up and Making out
“What the fuck” Marisa demanded, her voice a horse whisper out of sheer surprise. Bossk’s face was sorely out of its usual blank or concerned character, instead she could plainly see he was embarrassed.  “I’m sorry, but what in the warp did you expect! I had a beautiful woman crawl around on top of me in a fucking skin tight outfit, I’ve read enough medical textbooks to know what happens next, haven’t you?” Bossk exclaimed in resignation as he laid back in surrender. Marisa was about to launch into a tirade about self-control when she realized something, “Wait, medical textbooks? Not first-hand experience?” she asked. There is no way she thought, a captain of the Arbites, one decorated for valor, one with such an impressive body. “Never” Bossk admitted, “being trained your entire life to kill takes things out of you, romance and love for one thing. And now?”. Marisa crossed her arms and answered, “And now you are attracted to what you hate?” she asked. That got a chuckle out of him at least, “I don’t know if I hate you or love you” he admitted with a sigh. Now having calmed down she sat on the bed next to him. “You’re more chaste than many members of the Ecclesiarchy you know” she confided, “It’s now common practice in many orders to enforce sterilization just to be sure”. Bossk chuckled again and said “Just like my father said, you’re all uptight hypocritical ugly bitches”. Marisa couldn’t help but be curious though, just how much had this man denied himself she wondered. “Ever kissed anyone?” she asked, Bossk shook his head in response. “What about cuddling?” she asked, another shake of the head from Bossk followed. “Been on a date with anyone?” Marisa asked in a last ditch effort, only to receive another shake of the head.
Marisa changed track and instead asked him if he was happy with that, “I was, now I’m not so sure” he replied. The Captain sighed once more, “When I closed my eyes out there all I wanted was somebody to hug, somebody to share my existence with. To not be so Emperor-dammed lonely” he muttered with his eyes closed in resignation. Her gut churned in sympathy as she leaned over him and placed a sympathetic hand on his chest, “So change that when you get back. Take weekends off, go out and have fun, meet somebody”. He opened his eyes and looked up at her with scepticism and asked “Who’d want me? I’m a workaholic who doesn’t know when to quit, with a background that leaves me socially mal-adjusted and fucked in the head”. Marisa shook her head, “If they can’t deal with or help you with that then they aren’t right for you. Besides, you’re a decorated veteran with a skyrocketing career and a dozen medals. Not to mention your rather impressive body” the Sister replied slyly while trailing her hand slowly downward. She wasn’t lying when she said it was impressive, her full view from just beforehand had certainly caught up with her and inspired some rather less than Ecclesiarchy approved thoughts. Bossk looked up at her and opened his eyes just in time for him to see Marisa learn down and firmly locked lips with him. After a moment of shock the surprised man beneath her closed his eyes as well and tried to reciprocate, gently placing a hand on the side of her head and another on her hip. A few seconds later Marisa pulled back and said “Pretty good for someone who’s never kissed before, you’ll do fine”, then shoved Bossk over a bit to lay down facing him on her side. Taking a quick glance at the clock on the wall she saw that there was over 6 hours until the others came back, reassured she grabbed the blankets Bossk was under and slipped underneath as well. “Now we try out cuddling” the Sister explained as she put an arm under and around his neck, firmly pulling him close to her. Bossk placed his arm around her back and pushed her closer to him in an almost desperate need. “Wait” Bossk said in concern as he stopped, “Isn’t this not allowed?. Placing her other arm around the Arbites Captain she replied “Not really, now shut up and relax” with a grin, placing her other arm on his chest and beginning to slowly trail it down his body once more. As Marisa made her way past his hips she turned his face and began to kiss him once again, enjoying the slight hitch in his breath and tensing of muscles as she reached the object of her desire.
As she slowly worked her hands over his quickly hardening member he instinctively broke the kiss as he arched his back slightly in pleasure and swore under his breath, “That’s better isn’t it?” Marisa whispered to him. Of all the lewd thoughts in her head, one stood out to the Sister and she smiled at it. She calmly whispered in his ear “Feels good huh?”, clearly having some trouble forming coherent thoughts Bossk quickly nodded. “Good” she replied while she slowly withdrew her hand and stood up, leaving the Arbites looking bewildered and desperate. Savoring the look on his face she turned her back to him and began to fiddle with the strap on her collar, subconsciously biting her lip in anticipation. Just as Bossk had propped himself up on his elbows he realized what she was doing and a wide grin split his face. As he watched with attentive glee she unzipped the front of her body glove and slowly pulled it off of herself. For what seemed the thousandth time Marisa silently thanked whoever her parents were in providing her such a fine body. Her pure complexion carried on down the rest of her curvy and finely toned body. As she bent over to remove the last part of her body glove from her legs, intentionally giving Bossk an impressive view of her rear she radiated confidence. The Sister crossed one arm across her moderately sized chest and another across her smoothly shaven crotch before turning around and stalking back over to the bed and slipping back into bed. As Marisa did she mentally celebrated her strict regimen that had ensured she had shaved recently, not only did it help with hygiene but it gave her a confidence boost from the mental image of how beautiful and sexy she imagined herself. Bossk turned to face and embrace her, but instead she pushed him back flat on his back and slowly slid down his side until her face was hovering next to his erect cock. She looked up at her partner and savored his expression as she began to work her hands up and down his impressive length. Laying on her side she muttered “Needs more lubrication” in a sultry tone before slowly running her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, savoring its musky taste on her tongue before repeating a couple of times in different places. Now properly lubricated she began to properly pump her hand up and down at an increased speed, looking up at Bossk with a grin as pleasure flashed across his face and he began to instinctively buck his hips up and down. She angled his shaft slightly towards her and began to move forward to continue her oral attentions when her partner arched his back and cried out as he finished, splattering his cum against her face. She paused and blinked in shock at how quickly he’d finished before remembering his complete lack of experience, instead she stuck her tongue out to catch some of the cum as it slid down her face and onto her breasts and past her pert nipples with a smile.
As she clambered her way back up to lay down next to her partner she realized how aroused she had become, now realizing that her skin was flushed and her crotch was soaked. Languidly rubbing and playing with the cum coating her breasts and face Marisa decided that more than anything else she wanted to be roughly fucked from behind by her partner. Her upbringing and training as a warrior had left her wanting to be treated as such, being treated like a delicate princess was both offending and boring to her. What she fantized about instead was being treated roughly by her partner. Unfortunately Bossk wouldn’t be satisfying her for a while, he was almost unconscious and panting heavily. “Hurry up love, I want round 2” she whispered into his ear before pulling herself on top of him to straddle his waist. Slowly rocking her hips back and forth now she began to make slight mewling sounds with a moan interjected every now and then, she then let herself lay flat against her partner’s broad chest and they began to kiss again. At first it was soft and tender, but soon Bossk’s arms reached around to hold her tightly against him as he roused back to full consciousness. Still grinding against him, Marisa moaned loudly into his mouth as he firmly placed one of his hands on her rear and began to help smooth her into a pleasurable rhythm while the other began to toy with one of her nipples. Her arms wrapped around the Arbites body too now, pushing them closer together in a desperate need for more. Marisa got more as well, almost as if he sensed it Bossk pushed her downwards slightly and over his now slowly hardening cock and began to move his hips in unison with hers, furthering the pleasure she felt from grinding against him. As he did Marisa broke the kiss and gasped in pleasure, “Fuck, you’re quick, ah, to get back up, ah, aren’t you?” she said in between hip movements. Suddenly Bossk stopped moving and looked surprised, Marisa groaned and began moving herself properly once more. By now she couldn’t even think of stopping, instead she demanded to know why he had stopped. “My headache is gone” he replied, as if it was the most amazing thing in the world. “That’s all well and good, but I need you to fuck me now!” Marisa said, losing control slightly. She was at the end of her self-control and desperate now, her need far overpowering any sense of subtlety or shame. The Sister rapidly dismounted and turned around to get on all fours, her arms shaking for a moment before her front end collapsed leaving her rear up and extended in Bossk’s direction. As her partner got up on his knees and made his way behind her she moved her legs slightly farther apart to both give him better access, in doing so showed just how wet she had become. Her smoothly shaved sex was soaked in her juices, much of her inner thighs were coated in a thick layer as well. Craning her neck around for she saw him approach and bit her lower lip in anticipation, while her arms were stretched out ahead of her firmly grabbing the bed sheets. “Come on love” she said with a come hither look in her eyes before turning her head back around, and Bossk was more than happy too. After a moment to line himself up correctly he slowly pushed forward into her, Marisa cried out in joy and pleasure while gripping the sheets tighter, Bossk meanwhile grunted at the rapturous feeling. As the Arbites bottomed out he paused for a moment to adjust to the tight feeling, while the woman beneath him squirmed slightly. Getting frustrated Marisa cried out “Move damn it”, so he began.
Bossk began to slowly rock his hips back and forth, biology taking over and guiding his inexperienced movement. Marisa beneath him began to make long soft moans as he moved, her breath hitching every time he buried himself as deep as he could and began to move back out. Her hands clenched and unclenched in time with his light thrusts as well, her slight thrusting backwards at Bossk to get a little bit more from him. “Move, ah, faster” the Sister said in between thrusts, “I’m a, ah, fucking warrior, ah, not a, ah, flower”. Bossk looked down at her and gently placed his hands around her hips before steadily increasing the rate at which he moved. In response Marisa’s moans began to grow in intensity and she pulled both of her hands back to caress her own chest, taking care to run her fingers over her hard and erect nipples over and over again. Building momentum quickly now Bossk began to grunt as he thrust into her tight and wet passage, hands firmly clenched around her waist and beginning to pull her backwards onto him as he pushed forward. As the sound of flesh smacking against flesh began to get louder and louder all both of them could think was that they wanted more. Bossk began to lose all sense of control, panting and grunting madly while pounding into his partner with wild abandon. Marisa meanwhile snaked one of her hands up her body and into her mouth, languidly sucking on it to coat it in spit before desperately plunging it back down over her crotch and rubbing it against her clit in burning desire. With Marisa’s other arm she began to pinch and twist her nipples ant sent shocks of both slight pain and pleasure down her spine, her panting and moaning now replaced by rapid repletion of “Fuck” in growing intensity every time her partner slammed into her. Feeling a growing heat begin to build from deep inside her Marisa exerted her last effort of self-control to crane her neck around to look at Bossk and moan out “Don’t you dare fucking stop, I want you to fuck me into oblivion and cum as deep in me as you can”, in reply he simply leaned over her slightly and sped up as fast as he could to give her exactly what she wanted. The feeling began to grow in intensity like a wave deep inside Marisa’s lower stomach, getting closer to breaking through with every forceful thrust from her partner. With her head resting sideways on the bed Marisa felt herself pass over the vital threshold and began to cry out, her legs giving out under her as her orgasm crashed over her and removed all self-control. As her inner walls clamped down on Bossk’s roughly thrusting cock she didn’t slump down onto the bed as she expected, the Arbites Captain held her up and continued for a moment before the tightness overwhelmed what was left of his resistance. Bossk slammed home as deep as he could one last time with a loud grunt and began to pump his seed deep inside her as Marisa moaned loudly and languidly with her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth, slowly coming down from her tremendous orgasm and enjoying the warm cum seeping into her as she slowly fell forward and onto the bed. Bossk’s tremendous stamina had just given in and he fell forward towards Marisa, landing on her back her ended up pushing her down fully onto her stomach before rolling off to her side and sliding out of Marisa’s soaking passage. The Sororitas groaned in slight disappointment as he slid out of her, annoyed at the sudden feeling of emptiness before a contented and satisfied unconsciousness took them both. Luckily they still had 6 hours before the others returned and saw what a scene they had made. The two of them lightly pressed against each other and cuddling slightly, copious amounts of cum mixed with natural lubricant slowly seeping out of Marisa and coating Bossk’s softening cock.
Part 4: Epilogues and Endings
Later that evening after dinner the pair retired to their room to sleep away from the others, who were still happily ignorant of what happened earlier between the pair. Bossk was now clothed in brown Eccleasiarchy robes, having given up on the remains of his shredded armour. The bed sheets had been quickly changed, large amounts of incense had been burnt and they’d both showered 3 times. It was safe to say they wouldn’t be discovered, but to the pair everything still seemed to smell of sweat and sex. Slowly drifting off to sleep the Arbites Captain instinctively reached his arm around Marisa to hold her tightly against him while they slept, but as he touched her he paused and then retracted his arm nervously. Marisa turned to face him with a quizzical look on her face, “Sororitas are forbidden from having relationships, I should be trying not to fall in love with you” he said sadly. Marisa smiled at him softly, “I wasn’t lying when I said that it wasn’t really against the rules” she replied before leaning in to kiss him. “How can that be? I’ve studied Sororitas disciplines, relationships are expressly forbidden” he questioned, “Standardized doctrine decrees your love is for the Emperor and only the Emperor”. Marisa snuggled up to him and placed his arms around her, “Your mistake is the same as all the other Sororitas orders, in thinking love and devotion is a resource like ore or promethium” she explained. His confused look grew and Marisa couldn’t help but giggle softly. “Our order is an outcast in the larger Ecclesiarchy for our, unique, beliefs on love” she began, “We’re a splinter, one tolerated but largely ignored. This system was chosen to house us because it is far from any other Sororitas order”. Bossk curled his arms around her more confidently now and let her continue. “Our order believe that if I love you it doesn’t mean that I love the Emperor less, in fact it quite the opposite. Love multiplies, love is exponential to our order” Marisa continued, “The only prohibitions we have on love is that it cannot be anything but pure and true love, that and it cannot harm my service to the Emperor. It is something few Sisters ever take to doing and no one outside of the Order is ever informed or allowed to know”. Bossk smiled in joy and kissed her deeply, “I love you” he said as he held her tightly. “I love you too” Marisa replied before they both fell to sleep.
The next morning just as they all sat down to enjoy breakfast rations, Confessor Joseph stood up with a look of pure shock plastered across his face. “I remember you now!” he yelled, “I sentenced your father and all of his mean to death, I always wondered where his corpse ended up!”. Marisa felt every muscle in Bossk’s body tense, despite clearly not liking his father Bossk still had years of conditioning telling him to murder everyone around him. Having him pushed over the edge like this wouldn’t look good in the eyes of the Order’s higher ups, and very likely would end up them barred from seeing each other. Placing a hand on his thigh under the table Marisa willed him to calm down, it wasn’t likely he’d do anything but she wanted assurances anyway. Luckily Joseph followed up his declaration with “I’m glad to see the Emperor has moulded and chosen you, never sat well with me that decision. You’ll have to tell me how he escaped and what he did with the rest of his life sometime” before sitting back down. Noticing the looks of shock from around him he shrugged, “I was sure I remembered him from somewhere, now I know why I was having difficulty. It’s because I remember his father AND him”. Marisa’s heart leapt at that statement, when Joseph remembered someone he’d never met before it was usually his way of saying the Emperor had shown him something. “You are saying he is blessed then Confessor? His headaches are truly signs?” another Sister asked, beating Marisa to the punch. He nodded and bit into a piece of bread. “Mmhrmm, quite. Not the headaches though, that’s just stress and having no life” he explained, “I don’t know the specifics, just that he is blessed somehow”. Shrugging the Confessor wandered over to a bookshelf nearby and took out a large scroll, before heading back around the table and placing in front of Bossk. As he sat back down and continued his meal Joseph began to be lost in his own little world again, making jokes and laughing to himself while the entire table was in silence at the decree just proclaimed. He wasn’t being declared a saint, just mildly blessed. It was still a momentous occasion though. Unfurling the scroll Marisa and Bossk read through it together silently, other Sisters leaving their seats and gathering behind the pair to join in. It was penned in beautiful curling letters, listing out a formal decree that Bossk was considered to be officially blessed as far as this system’s Ecclesiarchy was concerned. It granted him a list of privileges including a set of sanctified wargear and a number of personal quarters in various Eccleasiarchy properties across the system, one most importantly to Marisa inside the Sororitas convent. With a smile Bossk turned to Marisa, “This could work out well” she said as she leaned in. Bossk immediately followed suit and kissed her firmly while the other Sister watched on partly in shock and partly in a warm happiness that they had found such joy in each other.
As the shuttle took off and headed back towards Hive Gadula Marisa gently closed the door to her private quarters and turned to face Bossk, who was happily spread eagle on her bed. “I could get used to living with you” he said, “Ecclesiarchy sheets are so much softer”. Marisa laughed and sat down on a nearby desk to begin some paperwork, saying “Still a couple months before official permission is given to this relationship, a lot can change in that time” as she began. Bossk simply shrugged, “It’ll change for the better, and knowing Joseph like I do now it’ll be much shorter than that” he replied. “By the way” the Captain continued, “Why did we go so far to hide that we have had sex if your order allows relationships?”. Marisa spun her chair around and looked at him with a doubting stare, “Because we had only met 3 days before? That might hurt the chances of us being allowed to be together? I’m afraid that’ll be all you get for a long time, possibly even years” she explained, maintaining a straight face. Bossk groaned, “Really? That was too much fun to not repeat sometime soon” he said dejectedly. Pulling the cover over himself entirely he began to grumble about ‘stuck up nuns with guns’, meanwhile Marisa got up silently and began to stalk her way towards him. Caught up in self-pity and annoyance Bossk didn’t notice Marisa until she had slid under the covers with him entirely naked and placed a single finger over his lips to shut him up. While slowly removing Bossk’s robes she whispered to him “I was kidding love, now be quiet and don’t wake anyone up. It was actually because I have some shame and don’t want everyone knowing what we are up to”. Bossk removed her finger from over his mouth and began to help her, “I think we’ll need some sort of gag for you if that’s the plan” he said with a grin before placing his arms around her and dragging the pair into a blissful romantic embrace.