The Governor's Mansion had gone quiet for the night.
Most of the command staff had retired to their billets; the outer corridors echoed only with the distant clank of patrolling servitors and the low moan of wind against the frost-rimed walls.
Raynor's private quarters were lit by a single low lumen-strip and the soft, shifting violet-pink glow that now lived permanently beneath Sarah's carapace.
She had come to him in her preferred form tonight: not the towering warrior-shape she wore in battle, nor the compact Ripper proxy, but the sleek, near-humanoid silhouette she had refined over months of careful biomass sculpting and mammalian imprinting.
Two and a half metres of midnight chitin and warm bioluminescent veining, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, powerful thighs, and most noticeably the symmetrical, gently rounded chest plates that parted along their midline whenever she willed it.
Right now they were parted.
Sarah knelt between Raynor's spread thighs on the wide bed, the heavy fur throws pushed aside.
He sat propped against the headboard, tunic unlaced, breathing uneven.
Her long, ridged tongue—thicker now, more dexterous—trailed slow, deliberate circles around the head of his cock, tasting every bead of pre-cum that welled up.
Each pass left a thin, glistening thread of her saliva connecting them before it snapped.
She lifted her head just enough for their eyes to meet.
"Raynor," she said aloud.
The voice was still new, beautiful in its eerie clarity, but careful, like someone reading from an unfamiliar script. It was nice that they no longer had to speak telepathically.
"I… want… to try. With mouth."
He swallowed hard.
"You don't have to~"
"Want." She cut him off gently. "Learned… from you. From… memories. Want to… make you feel… good. Like you make me."
Raynor's cock gave an involuntary twitch against her lower lip.
Sarah noticed; she dipped again.
This time she didn't tease. Her lips, warmer than any humans, parted and took him in one slow, smooth glide.
No teeth; the mouthparts had long since reconfigured into something far more accommodating. The inside of her mouth was hot, wet, ridged along the roof and sides like living velvet cord.
Her tongue immediately curled underneath, cradling his length while the tip flicked against the sensitive frenulum in tiny, precise strokes.
Raynor groaned, head tipping back against the carved headboard.
"Sarah~" She hummed around him and the sound travelled straight down his spine. One hand slid up to cup his balls with surprising gentleness, rolling them while her other braced on his hip for balance.
Then she began to move.
Slow at first. Head bobbing in shallow dips, letting her lips seal tight on every upstroke, tongue dragging along the underside on every descent.
Each time she took him deeper her throat flexed—not gagging, but rippling, the same micro-hooks and muscular bands she used elsewhere now coaxing him further in.
Her saliva which was thicker, faintly sweet, dripped down his shaft, pooling at the base.
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of mixed fluid connecting her lips to his glistening cock.
"Feels… good?" she asked, voice huskier now, words coming a fraction faster.
"Yes, yes," he managed. "Keep going. Just like that, you're doing good."
Sarah twitched in clear satisfaction.
She dove back down, deeper this time, until her lips kissed the root and her nose brushed his pubic bone. She held there a heartbeat, throat working in slow swallows that milked him from base to tip, then drew back inch by torturous inch, tongue swirling the entire way.
GLRT… GLRT… GLRT…
The obscene, wet sounds filled the quiet room. Raynor's fingers found the base of her left antenna; he gripped, not pulling, just anchoring himself as his hips jerked.
Sarah moaned around his length and sped up.Her rhythm grew confident. Head moving faster, lips tighter, tongue relentless.
One clawed hand pumped what her mouth couldn't reach while the other kneaded his balls in time with each bob.
Every few strokes she let him slip free just long enough to drag her tongue in long, flat licks from balls to tip, tasting herself on him, before plunging down again.
"Sarah—fuck—I'm close—"
She didn't pull away.Instead she took him to the hilt once more, throat fluttering in rapid swallows, tongue lashing the head while her lips sealed like a vice.
One clawed fingertip traced the seam behind his balls, pressing just enough to send sparks up his spine.
Raynor came with a choked shout, hips snapping up, cock pulsing hard against the rippling heat of her throat.
Thick rope after thick rope jetted straight down; she drank greedily, swallowing around him in rhythmic pulls that drew out every shuddering spurt until he was empty and trembling.
Only when the last tremor left him did she ease back, slowly, letting his softening length slip from her mouth with a final, wet suck. A thin strand of cum and saliva stretched between her lower lip and his tip before snapping.
She licked it away with obvious relish.
Sarah rose onto her knees, chest plates still parted, teal veins glowing bright with satisfaction. She leaned forward until her forehead rested against his, antennae brushing his temples like a caress.
"Good?" she asked again, quieter now, almost shy.
Raynor laughed.
"Perfect," he rasped, pressing a kiss to the smooth curve where mandible met cheek plating. "You're perfect."
Her voice came softer still, the mechanical edge melting into something warmer.
"Want… to learn… more. For you."
He smiled against her carapace, already feeling himself stir again at the promise in her tone.
"Then we've got all night, Sarah."
Outside, the blizzard howled on.
Inside, two entwined souls continued their slow, heretical merging.
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Here's your ticket to hell sir! - Ainz