In Pursuit of the Heretical [exalted]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Ah, ah, ah. It'd be irresponsible of me to let you change the subject. You might spirit away my precious towel, like some kind of thief would do. Dry yourself off first. Slowly. Then we'll go looking for this habit you keep going on about." She is quick to retort, crossing her arms over her chest as you make your stand. The nerve of this woman! To demand such a... debasing thing! With her watching! It made you so... tingl- angry!

"Of course, you could go looking for it yourself, in just your towel and suds. Although I should warn you, the feral has been in his room this whole time, and with all the stomping you've been doing... well, he might come out and see what the hub-bub is about."

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Rosette's face turned bright red, whether from the outrage of being called a thief BY A THIEF or the embarrassment that there was a man close by and she was in this situation.

Grumbling, she dropped the towel away from her body and let the other woman see her completely, realising she had little other choice at the moment. Taking the towel, she dried her hair, happy to hide her face if only for a moment before running it down her arms. She gritted her teeth at the next part, knowing it was what Eneida had been waiting for, as she towelled off her breasts, the plush fibres tickling her sensitive, hard nipples.

Bending down, doing her best to keep her tattoo out of sight, she ran the towel down her left leg and then back up her right, blushing as she used a corner to dab at her cleft and strange tingling sensation it sent up her spine.

Holding the towel in front of herself to try and cover up again, she eyed off the Arbiter, wondering what the woman had in store next

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Whatever opinion you held of her profession, Eneida had certainly learned a thing or two about stealth in her years with the Adeptus Arbites. She maneuvered herself behind you as you leaned down to towel yourself off, and with little warning, you feel her push the towel inwards as you pull it in front of yourself, her fingers pressing into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

"Now, now. You're rushing... with how poorly you rinsed off, you might leave some irritating residue behind. Your skin does look so sensitive..." Her tone now was... different, in a way. She was practically purring at you, at this point. It felt... weird. Very weird. Especially when she began to softly stroke up and down with the towel, caressing the crook of your leg where it met your pelvis.

"I know I've been a little cruel since we met earlier, but we'll be working closely for the foreseeable future. All I want to do is make sure you're in peak condition for our missions, which means getting properly toweled off." Perhaps she's bagging on your shock at the indignation, or the lightning like sensation that shoots up your spine as her hand brushes the towel against the rapidly heating cleft between your legs. Whatever it is, you'll need to do something... or do you?

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(sorry, now 2am and need sleep, this will be my last post for the night)

Rosette yelped as she suddenly felt the other woman's hands on her body, and so close to her sinful place that was making her feel so weird. Her arms jerked up slightly, drawing the towel tighter against her box as Eneida held the other end between her thighs.

She bit her lip to stop herself from gasping as the strange sensations exploded out from her loins, knees wobbling as she struggled to stay sanding, and towel wedged against her pussy growing wetter as it was jostled back and forth by the Arbite. Sweat started to bead Rosettes brow and she pressed the towel against her aching nipples, the fibres teasing her skin and only building the strange feeling that threatened to overwhelm her.

"Ahh ahhh yes... so sensitive," she gasped, body refusing to resist as her knees threatened to give way

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Though she is taller than you by a fair margin, Eneida cranes herself forward so she can nuzzle her face against your ear. The sensation of her hot breathe against you only adds to the alien, but powerfully pleasant sensations surging through your inexperienced body. As you gasp and buckle, she loops her other arm around your belly and holds you against herself as her hand lavishes your wet slit. She seems so very content, whispering softly to you.

"I must confess... When I said we didn't rub each other down at the fortress-precincts? I lied."

The moisture seems to collect in the towel's soft fabric, making it easier for her digits to glide back and forth across your sensitive lips. The feeling makes you want to melt into her arms by itself, but when she starts shifting the focal point of the pressure just a little bit higher and her fingers, cloaked in the slick towel, begin to circle the hard bud just above your pussy...

Well, the urge to praise the God-Emperor much more ardently than ever before is very urgent.

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Rosette panted hard as her lungs emptied with a gasp at each stroke between her legs, chest heaving to add even more pressure to the towel sawing back and forth. She could feel the hard body of Eneida on her back, the other woman's breasts compressed by the body glove pressing into her shoulders and neck as felt her breath on her face. Her body writhed and squirmed in her grasp, her hips grinding into the towel and Eneida's hand on their own accord.

She mewled weakly as Eneida whispered to her, the small room starting to smell of musky scent she couldn't place but was somehow familiar. Her mind reeled and started to rationalise at Eneida's words, this wasn't wrong, just a strange Arbiter bonding or team building exercise, that meant it was okay right? She was allowed to feel this way, this fiery sensations that grew and grew in her core and then arced out through her body.

Her eyes shocked open and rolled back slightly as Eneida changed the focus of her fingers to the strange little nub atop of sinful place, back and arching as her hips pressed down even harder on the top, trying to keep the other woman's fingers in constant contact with. The frustration of every partial or waning touch caused the ball of pleasure in her to flare and burst wildly and her panting grew even more frantic until the ball finally broke and crashed through her.

Every muscle in her body suddenly tensed and high pitched, strangled cry for the Emperor escaped her throat as rode the waves of pleasure crashing through her. Unknown to her, her pussy gushed and squirted, soaking the towel and Eneida's hand between in legs in her juices. Slowly coming down from her orgasmic high, she struggled to regain in her breath, mind and head reeling, her whole body limp and defenceless, held up purely by the Arbiter.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

When you finally reach your peak and squeal out, Eneida lurches to muffle your Emperor praising cries of passion, locking your soft lips with her own and using their parted nature to slide her tongue into your mouth oddly enough. A more experienced kisser than yourself, she wrestles your tongue into submission and allows your frazzled mind to enjoy the subtle sweetness of her glossy black lips intermixed with your shared saliva. It is a short kiss, however, as she allows you breathe once she's certain you are done crying out in ecstasy. Held in the strong arms of the law woman, you're given just enough time to find strength in your jelly-like knees before she leans you against the sink and disentangles from you without a word. Eneida slides the door open enough to leave, and for a few dire moments you're left to wonder if she means to abandon you, although relief returns with a bundle of fabric in the form of your habit and shift.

She tosses them to you, the duo laying now in the very sink you're left to cling to. Ever the smug one, the senior acolyte leaves you with a parting shot before the door clicks shut once more. You once again stand alone, nude and sweaty, legs weak and dripping with your feminine juices, with at least the ability to cobble together your dignity now.

"Keep the towel, toots. It seems like you could use it after that."

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Rosette gripped the edge of sink white knuckled for a minute, trying to get her breathing under control as her mind processed what had just happened. Alone, her body trembled slightly as she fought back tears that threatened to break and trail down her cheeks.

What had just happened? How she let a woman she barely knew do that to her mere hours after meeting? How had it felt so good?

Wiping the tears from her face, she steadied her resolve and took stock of the situation. She was alone, naked, in a room that smelt of sweat and shame with a strange wetness trickling down her legs. Grabbing the towel, she cleaned herself as best she could, grimacing that she had already used her shower credit and wouldn't be able to wash again until at least the morrow.

Quickly pulling on her shift and habit, she strode calmly from the room, trying to pretend as if nothing had happened just in case one of the others was in the common room, and she went to her room. Once inside she hid the towel in the back of the closet as best she could, hoping that its smell wouldn't leak out into the rest of the room as she busied herself unpacking, the normal routine hoping to calm herself down. She paused as she pulled the small decanter of perfume from her travelling bag, it had been meant as a gift to her Prioress upon returning to the convent, but it didn't look like that was going to be happening anytime soon.

Looking around, triple checking that Eneida had not somehow snuck into the room and that the door was secure, she lifted the hem of the habbit and sprayed a few puffs of perfume on her lady parts before quickly dropping the hem again. Packing away the perfume in the desk, she hoped it would cover the scent of her indiscretion and 'team building' activity with the Arbite until the next time she could wash.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Shamed as you were, there is some small amount of respite to be had in your room. Though you were not so lucky, the Arbiter seems to have left the belongings in your room proper alone; everything is where it should be with the exception of your travel towels, which still seem to have disappeared into the immaterium. At least you have a replacement, albeit a rather... sticky one. The solitude of your own chamber, however sparse it may be in its decoration, finally affords you a modicum of choice. You could easily go out into the commons and see whether or not Eneida and the others are around; it dawns on you that you had yet to meet the apparent three other individuals who would be part of your 'cell' of Inquisitorial acolytes. You can even hear the booming of another voice through the surprisingly dense cabin walls, one which is unmistakably male in its cadence. Of course, your foray into team building may have soured such urges to be social, and taking time to rest after your week long travels is in itself a rather appealing thing...

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Unpacking did not take along, a few religious books and training manuals went onto a shelf above the desk and a small shrine that honoured the saints of her convent was added to the rooms normal shrine to the Emperor. To safe space, she punched in the commands so that her armour case rotated up and mag clamped itself against a bare wall.

The strange shout from outside made her jump with a start, heart pounding after her previous encounter. Stomach fluttering, she steeled herself and stepped towards the door. It just wouldn't do for a Sororita to be seen as being afraid of her own team. Her fingers seemed to turn the door handle agonisingly slowly as she felt the strange tingle between her legs again at the thought of what this teammate would be like. She just hoped the perfume did it's job masking the smell.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"-fuck you want me to do, law-dog. You ain't the Interrogator."

"I'm the one who gives orders why he isn't here, shitstain, and all I've got to do is make a vox call to have that collar pop your head like a-."

You seemed to have walked out at a bad time, though your timely intervention seems to have interrupted the argument that started up in your stead. Immediately before you is the golden haired Arbitrator who had just violated you so casually minutes earlier, and across from her must be the male voice you heard from within your room. At the convent, there were no males allowed aside from the occasionally portly Ecclesiarchy representative, so it is a rather strange sight, this... scum, as your law-enforcement "friend" so eloquently put earlier. Clad in little more than a pair of big, baggy trousers you imagine might belong on a foundry worker and a pair of equally cumbersome boots, the man before you is around as tall as Eneida, although he is built stocky and wide, with a muscular torso and thick arms that draw your eye for some reason or another. It must the knots of scar tissue that pock the pale white skin he has, you rationalize, if only to try and explain away the odd tingling that persists between your thighs at the sight of him. They seem like burn marks, if you were sure, indicative that this man likely worked around fire before his time in the Inquisition.

When you finally snap your eyes upwards to look at his face, you find the tough-and-tumble thug eying you all the same. His face his equally broad, with a square jawline and crooked nose that has no doubt been broken beforehand and poorly set. A thick brown beard covers his jawline, making stark contrast to the lack of hair atop of his head, which has been shaved entirely and stamped upon with some form of bar code or another along the right side. His dark eyes seem to burn with an anger that, for now, has simmered down, as they are more focused on tracing the curves of your body beneath your habit now, rather than boring a hole through Eneida's skull. He also has a collar snapped tightly around his thick neck, which seems to hold some form of glowing red bulb towards it center; an explosive, perhaps?

"'Bout damn time we got something nice to look at. What's your name, sweetie?" The sleazy Hiver pipes with a dirty grin peeling its way across his face. Eneida rolls her eyes at this.

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Rosette chewed her lip slightly, unaware that how she held her hands by her sides had caused her usually baggy habit to conform to her body as she eyed up the man. She had seen similar collars as his around the necks of penitents, a lethal reminder as the Emperor's mercy that they shouldn't stray from their duties again. She gasped at the man's lewd stare and comment, crossing her arms over her breasts as she huffed and looked away.

"My name is Sister Rosette, not 'Sweetey'.... or 'toots'," she huffed, "And perhaps if you knew how to wear a shirt you would have already had something nice to look at"