Work Text:
Sitting upon your throne has never felt more right. Drinking in the molten-air post battle, you lean back and look at the ceiling. Dark, barely visible, but free of blood. With a groan, you grab the vox-caster, making the speech everyone has been waiting for. The bridge is yours, the filthy Xenos that defiled your ship destroyed to the last. Your people are safe, and you can breathe easy.
There's an ache in your bones as you rise, smiling as Ulfar pounds his chest-plate, already singing the first of many verses for his new song. Cassia hums to herself, wiping away entrails from the base of her dress with little care. She's grown; put off by the thought of sullying her clothes when you first saved her. Abelard is already scanning the map, standing stoically as he resumes his duties. As for the others, well, they're calming down as best they can through pointed conversation or heading for their own forms of Rest and relaxation.
It feels as if you blink, and you're here, your quarters untouched by the ship-wide conflict. Passing by your trophies, you lock eyes with her. The sweet soul you brought from Thassera, you'd assume there was nothing out of place at all.
“Celestial Lord,” she greets with that heart-warming smile of hers, suddenly swaying her hips from side to side as if ready you spring into dance. “Recaff?”
“Not right now, Maive,” you answer, tone even and polite, despite having just barked orders for the last several hours. “A quick bath, then some sleep.”
“Oh,” she notes, clearing her throat as she suddenly stands still. “S-sorry to say, the enforcers left some time ago in quite a hurry. They wouldn't tell me when they'll return.”
No, you suppose they wouldn't. “I can manage on my own,” you assure her, forcing a smile to match her own. “Your concern is appreciated.”
As you move to walk past her, she steps in your way. Bold, given she quivers like a leave as she stands in your path.
“I would feel better if you had someone with you,” she explains simply enough.
You can't help but chuckle, unlikely as it is for something dire to occur. Yet, she's so earnest in her desire, you can't help but want to yield to her request. So, the answer's simple, grabbing her wrist gently and earning a gasp.
“Very well, you may join me.”
She stammers, but doesn't protest as you lead her through your office, heading straight for that small hall on the opposite side of the room. It does a wonderful job of keeping your private areas sealed from any would-be onlookers. Considering how often you meet with officers and your retinue, it's a true boon.
Entering the bath, you're hit by the humidity. It really is a comfort, knowing such a place will always exist no matter how dire a condition the void ship is in. Releasing Maive's hand, you step deeper into the room, stopping where you usually do as you shrug off your coat.
Ah, you're not simply in your casual attire, still donning your armour from the prior battles. No matter, you've someone to give you a hand. Looking over your shoulder, you lock eyes with your servant, hints of pink in her cheeks.
“Would you be so kind as to assist me?” you ask, waiting on her nod before she steps on over.
There's confusion etched on her beautiful features as she looks up and down your back, hints of panic shining behind her eyes before she admits her fault. “I'm sorry,” she says so sincerely, almost shaking as the word escapes her. “I do not know how.”
You're not angry, tone still soft as it ever is when dealing with her. “Touch just below my neck,” you instruct.
You can't feel it, your armour as thick as it is. “Y-yes?”
“Run your hand down until you find a slight indentation, about as large as my thumb.”
The telltale click of the mechanism unclasping echoes loud a moment later, Maive having the good sense to step back as you shrug. A loud, metallic thud echoes around the room as your armour hits the floor. The rest is simple to deal with alone, Maive not knowing where to look as you disrobe. Under-armour, mesh suit and the more mundane, you find yourself naked; basking in the heat of the room. Then, your glance falls on Maive.
Beautiful in a word, she still wears that dazzling necklace from when you first encountered her. How bashful she grew as you complimented it, eager to hand it over. A waste in anyone else's possession, it compliments her blue, courtly dress. Sure, it stands out in the confines of your void ship, but you'd kick yourself if you ever forced her into a uniform or some other dreary clothes.
“You're a little overdressed, if you're still intent on joining me,” you explain, a hint of playfulness infecting your tone from nowhere.
“J-join you? My lord, I couldn't possibly-”
“Nonsense,” you cut her short, feeling hints of heat in your cheeks as you keep her gaze. “My enforcers have had fun in the bath alongside me, why not yourself, seeing as you're picking up their slack?”
She gulps, reaching for her shoulder before pausing. “You are certain? I will not be punished?”
“You've my word, Maive. I, nor anyone else in this galaxy will punish you for bathing with me.”
It's all the assurance she needs, grabbing her dress just under the shoulder. Holding it steady, she slips loose an arm, doing the same with the opposite. How small she makes herself as she bends slightly forward, hiking her dress up and over her head. The thud can't hope to rival that of your armour, still echoing for a moment as she stands tall. Firm, modest breasts, you can't help but look lower still, her pale flesh so inviting. A smooth stomach, you bite your lip at the sight of her lace underwear.
“Celestial Lord,” she begins, voice soft and harmless. “How do I look?”
As she asks, fingers hook under the hem, gently pulling them down as she spreads her legs. Releasing them sees them suddenly drop, stepping forward and out of them entirely. Long, fine hairs rest above her crotch, her legs shaking as she endures your gaze.
“Beautiful,” you blurt out, gritting your teeth. “That is, more than fitting to share my bath, Maive. Come!”
You do not look back as you march to the steps into your bath, holding for a moment before taking the first plunge. Before you know it, you're submerged waist-deep in hot, soothing waters. How your muscles ease at once, wading until you can lean against the side. The sound of water being disturbed brings you back to the reality of things, Maive taking delicate steps down the stairs and into the bath.
She looks so lost, standing there, you lock eyes. Without a thought, you raise your arm, offering an outstretched hand. Nodding, she approaches, taking it and letting you steer her to your side. Shoulder touch, the water hotter than ever as you say not a thing, relishing the silence as you keep calm.
Maive cannot.
“S-should I help wash you?” she asks, not looking at you, but dead ahead.
“There is no need,” you answer. Something compels you, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leaning in close beside her. “Just enjoy the peace. It is well-earned.”
“I have done nothing-”
“Maive,” you cut her short, feeling her stiffen in your embrace. Right, toning down the commanding, Rogue Trader voice. “I have done plenty this day, and I say we can enjoy it.”
Is that a smile?
Oh, better still, she rests her head against your shoulder, finally allowing herself a little break...
- - - - -
Time flies so quickly, you dare not guess how many minutes or hours have passed when exhaustion hits you anew. Relaxed you may be, but true rest is still needed. It almost pains you to move Maive, slightly nudging her with a movement of your shoulder. She says nothing, a questioning hum all she manages as she looks at you.
“It is time I retire,” you explain, practically in a whisper.
“Understood, Celestial Lord.” Even in a stupor, she can't help but regard you with authority.
She's the first to move, slowly as she slips out of your grasp. How gleefully you watch as she steps out of the bath, your eyes sinfully lingering on her rear before you get a move on. As you join her out of the water, she has a towel in hand, wrapping it around you as you raise your arms.
“A moment,” she says, pressing hard into your chest.
Why becomes apparent, taking the liberty of drying you. Rubbing your chest first, along with your back, she moves the towel along as she works on each arm. She really is efficient, barely any dampness remaining as she moves from limb to limb. Feet are dealt with in seconds, moving up each leg from shin, to calf to thigh, you're convinced she's finished.
Only to grunt as she tackles your crotch. Slow and gentle compared to the rest of you, she practically cradles your balls through the towel before moving up and rubbing your shaft. You may have succeeded on tests of endurance on many an occasion, your mental fortitude only so powerful as you simply ignore your growing hardness. Thankfully, she doesn't say a word, even as she steps away, towel in hand.
“All dry,” she declares, folding up the now wet towel and fetching another.
“Thank you, Maive. I'll be in my chambers.”
She nods, wrapping the new towel around herself as you head to your bed.
You see no point in donning your sleeping clothes, no one is likely to interrupt you. So, you gladly climb into bed, a sigh involuntarily escaping you as you nestle your head atop the pillows, looking up at nothing before closing your eyes. Arguably the quietest part of the ship, you enjoy the distant, constant hums of machinery hard at work.
So focused are you, in fact, you never noticed the footsteps. Only the sudden weight on the bed.
You can't help yourself, jolting up into a sitting position as you open your eyes. Expecting some remnants of the cult you put down, you're shocked to see the frightened eyes of Maive. The still very naked Maive who looks ready to crawl into bed.
“A thousand pardons,” she utters quickly, frozen in place. “I did not mean to startle you.”
Of course she didn't. Something tells you she doesn't have a malicious bone in her body. “What are you doing?” you ask, lowering your hands as you realize they're raised into fists.
“I believed this is what you may want?”
No assumptions, that seems to be what caused this in the first place. “Please, elaborate.”
You can almost see the gears turning in her head as she ponders how to respond. Even with all the time in the world, she decides quickly, sucking in a deep breath before answering. “I lied, partially. It is about what I want as much as what I hope you do.”
That is not an explanation, not a satisfying one, at least. You nod in understanding, a hand gesture all you need for her to continue.
“Intimacy. Rather, more of it?” How the temperature rises, her cheeks pinker than you've ever seen them. “Sex.”
“You don't need to do that, Maive. You've more than earned your place,” you explain, expecting such words all she needs to be put at ease.
“Need? No, you misunderstand. I want this, more than anything. Why else would you share your bath if you didn't hunger for the same?”
You're a Rogue Trader, you could bed anyone in the galaxy or the next one over should you wish. The power you wield is enough to make anyone think they should placate you with such tributes. That's not what you want from Maive, as beautiful and kind as she is.
“Maive, I don't think you entirely understand what you're offering-”
“Forgive me, Celestial Lord.” Odd, she's never interrupted you before. “I am not so sheltered as to be protected from offering myself to the one I care for most.” Traces of moisture tickle the corners of her eyes. “If you do not want me, I can take it.”
No, you want her. More than any other woman you've met, and that's some competition. “I want you to promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“This is real, not born of duty, and you will stay by my side as more than someone to simply warm my bed. Can you promise that?”
It's almost as if she's twenty years younger, almost shaking with excitement as she nods with resolve. “Yes. I promise every word of it.”
It would be cruel to have her jump through more hoops, never mind how your heart tells you to bring this to a head. “Join me, Maive. This is as much your bed as mine from now.”
Each limb is carefully placed as she crawls into bed, fingers almost touching your thighs as she drags herself up your frame. Heavy, lust-filled breaths tickle your chest, the heat of her loins brushing yours as she is at last eye-level. Your body moves on its own as you grab her hips, hints of a gasp all she manages as you hold her.
Ah, she knows more than you may have guessed, suddenly rising without breaking your grip. How easily she suddenly straddles you, a hand running down her breast, teasing her navel before resting on your cock. Hard as you are, she wraps it around your base, holding you steady as she rises.
A sweet, wanting gasp echoes around the room as she guides herself to the tip. Eager entrance parts as she accepts you, sinking slowly but surely. Inch by inch her tight walls yield, face contorting in bliss as crotches soon meet. Buried in her depths, you teasingly buck your hips, earning a tender yip before she chuckles.
“I'm going to move,” she warns, biting her lips as she follows through.
How you throb in delight as she rises, walls massaging every inch on her retreat. Nothing but boundless pleasure, moans slips from you as she stops just over halfway. As if you mind, almost seeing stars as she suddenly descends, enveloping you anew!
There's something to be said for her sudden energy, hardly waiting as she rises. How mesmerizing her chest is as it faintly bounces in time with her motions, Maive throwing her all into riding you as you relish every second. You can't help but tighten your grip on her soft hips, helping her keep steady as she rises faster, dropping harder!
“Maive,” you growl in primal delight, bucking your hips whenever she pauses. “I'm almost-”
“Shush, my lord,” she whispers, despite the frantic breaths and sweaty brow. “Fill me.”
You let it all go as she crashes down for the final time, tight grip clamping down all the more as you cum! Thick, potent loads pump into her depths as her insides quiver, ecstatic whines mingling with your grunts and groans as you bask in one another's end!
Seconds feel like days, almost like being trapped in an endless cycle of pleasure when traversing the warp. And yet, you're so delightfully drained as it all comes to an end. It's almost a blur as Maive pulls herself off you, sinking down into your chest. Loving arms wrap around you, and you welcome her with your own embrace. Tender pecks litter your chest, only stopping as you pull her up.
“Celestial Lord-”
Silence; your lips smacking against hers as you claim her mouth. It lasts only a brief moment, though it doesn't prevent your heart from pounding all the same.
“Titles be damned, Maive,” you whisper as she averts her eyes, nerves returning to her. “In here, I'm yours as much as you're mine, understood?”
A moment as your words sink in, her grip on you growing tighter as her features brighten. “I do,” she whispers, lips claiming yours.
Rest will not come quickly tonight, Maive eager to ensure your words aren't simply hollow platitudes...