Day time... Night time!

"Is there a reason why you want me to wear a blindfold?" Xerxes asked, glancing between his bonded and the thin piece of fabric, a small frown appearing on his face. 

"You mentioned that you wanted to explore more of what it was I did for a living in a more private setting." His bonded pointed out, an amused smile appearing on her face. "Do you remember the conversations we had about soft and hard boundaries, as well as safe words and motions, along with both of ours sexual experiences, what each of us like and dislike?" 

"Yes, I remember those conversations. They started out very awkward, but I am glad that we had them, as it meant that I was able to better understand what it is that you enjoy most in bed." Xerxes answered, feeling his face warm as he shifts a little on the couch that the two of them were sitting on currently. 

Then trust me. Blindfolds are one of the things that can be used during play time. You mentioned that you wanted to explore things slowly, as well as an interest in being bound, and a blindfold like this is one of the lightest forms of bondage." She explained patiently. "But if you don't feel up to trying on the blindfold now, I understand and we can do something else. It doesn't have to be sexual or sensual if you're not up to that as well."

Xerxes nodded, staring at the deceptively flimsy piece of fabric. A mixture of excitement and nervousness ran through him, and he refused to let the shiver go through his body. "Thank you, my love. I think... I think I will try it." He picked it up, humming a little at how surprisingly heavy it was, closing his eyes as he tied the ties behind his head. The light pressure wasn't unpleasant, the grey knight silently supposed. "... Now what?"

“How do you feel?” His bonded prompts him, her voice warm and close and comforting. He can hear her heart beating in her chest, the steady rhythm of her breathing. 

It’s soothing, for all he could easily remove the blindfold - with his psychic powers if he felt like being dramatic about it. “…. Fine,  I think? I am not feeling uncomfortable, if that is what you are asking. The fabric does not press too much against my eyes, nor is the fabric uncomfortable.” Xerxes was an Astartes, and more than that, he was a Grey Knight. He was trained to withstand many horrors and miseries. This was just a little bit… Strange? But not in a bad way. 

“Alright, do you feel ready for the next step? Or do you want to stay like this, with the both of us on the couch, sitting near one another?” His bonded asks, her voice calm and patient. Her heart beating ticks up a little in what he can sense  is anticipation and curiosity. 

He swallows hard for a couple of moments, knowing that he had agreed to follow her lead, when the blindfold went on. That he would trust that she would guide him around their home without hesitation or uncertainty. Xerxes trusts her. He knows he does. Does he want to allow himself to trust her with his dignity? They are alone, and - 

 A frisson of want slides down his side and pools in his lower stomach. 

Xerxes has his answer. He can feel his face warming with a blush as he answers “I am ready f or the next step, and I promise to speak up if I feel like I need a break, or for things to stop.”

“Good, you’re doing very good so far. I know it’s difficult to give up control, even if you said that you’d be willing to try.” She purrs, reaching out and cupping his face with one of her hands, and leaning in close.

Xerxes can smell her close, and the fact that he can’t precisely predict when or where she’ll touch him sends another shiver of excitement through him. The praise makes his cock twitch. He wants to be good for her, so, so desperately. “I am good?” He echoes, feeling a little bit foolish for asking. He’s startled by how much he enjoys the praise, how much he wants more. He had promised to ask her for what he wanted, no matter how silly he felt it might be.

She is smiling. He can tell that she is, from the warmth of her happiness, and the sweetness in her voice as she answers “Yes, you are my good,  handsome knight. You’ve earned yourself a kiss.” She leans in. 

Closer.

Her lips are warm and soft against his.

He answers her kiss eagerly, one of his hands slowly coming up to wrap around her waist.

She lets him with a hum. 

He lets her go, when she stops kissing him, a pleasant amount of time later. She draws away, and he misses her warmth. 

Her hand is still in one of his, and she asks, no instructs him. “Alright, my handsome knight. Time to stand up and take a guided tour of our home.” 

He nods, and answers “I am ready to follow you and lay my trust at your feet, my lady.” Xerxes stands a moment later, gently squeezing her hand in his once, a silent affirmation that he is ready to continue.

“Good, and I will show you that your trust in me is not misplaced, my love. Take one half step forwards, and then two on the side I tap now.” She instructs him, tapping him on his left side. 

She feels like a fool... running out of ammunition to the point that she couldn't even kill herself and she could hear those talons on the metal coming to find her. She holds her rosary tightly praying for the Emperor to strike her dead or heal her leg. She pauses in her prayers as she can hear the metallic clink of an incense burner swinging back and forth. She's been marked by the beast that stalks after her... unknown she was made to be prey for a fallen angel. The old Chaplain helmet the skull face replaced the old mangled thing that was what was left of his face. Armor and flesh fuse as one and yet the body suit is exposed from what she can see. His chest fully exposed revealing corded and grown transhuman muscles all the way down to his belly button... the shape of a heart that reveals his flesh. Between his legs she is drawn to the thinly covered cock, aroused and pressing upon the material of the undersuit. His arms and legs seemed to be covered in such strange looking armor that is makes it all look seamless between flesh and armor. His legs digigraded and ending in talons. Behind him swings a long tail that ends in a split tail tip and seems to mimic a flogging instrument that strikes his own back... the exposed flesh is in the shape of an iron cross. This fallen son of Dorn... a follower of blessed Sigismund fell to the temptations of the sweet flesh.

She's as quiet as a mouse as she is curled so inward on herself and yet she cannot look away but he turns as if not seeing the quivering thing huddled in the shadow taking a few steps before turning and sprinting right at her. She points the empty gun at her chin pulling the trigger hard as if hoping bullets would manifest. But none do as the heavy weight of the beast over her is suffocating. She's covered her face as she screams trying to fold in on herself as she waits and waits for the horrors to begin.

"Yes that's it little one... take a nice deep breath" He speaks so sweetly as his Musk is already poisoning her mind. He was like a carnivorous plant made perfectly to attract his preferred prey and they came to him crawling and begging for his attention... his affection. Her hand bleeds as she grips the metal aquilia tightly in her fist , heart beating so fast she might die of fright. But she inhales his musk deeply and that fear slows down... she just looks at him stunned. "Good... good" He says cupping her face as she flinches as if fighting his influence. Unfortunately for the Imperium they don't make many willful things and she might have been something if she had gotten away from his gaze. "Oh little one... you're hurt." He says taking her hand and slowly bending away the fingers clutching- She pulls her hand back the fear has returned.