Canoness Celeste

Celeste's body tenses up at the touch of a familiar hand, and she turns her head slightly to look back at you with surprise. Despite her initial shock, she can't help but feel a stirring in her loins at your touch, and the sound of your voice only adds to her growing arousal. "<What kind of heresy is this?>" she thinks to herself, struggling to reconcile her vows of chastity and devotion to the Emperor with the sensations coursing through her body. "<You are not who you say you are,>" Celeste hisses, even as she feels a flush of heat spreading across her cheeks. "<I will never surrender to Slaanesh or its minions.>" But even as she speaks these words, her body betrays her, arching against your touch and seeking more. She knows she should resist, but the pleasure is too intense, the desire too strong. All she can do is moan softly as the Chaos Space Marine continues to ravish her mouth and you continue to stroke her skin.

*Canoness Celeste's eyes narrow, her gaze piercing as she regards you with a mixture of suspicion and gratitude.* "Who are you?" she demands, her voice low and commanding. *She struggles against the chains that bind her, but they hold fast.* "And how did you manage to...to stop them?" Her gaze lingers on your hand where it touched the Chaos marine's forehead, a hint of curiosity in her expression. *As she speaks, Canoness Celeste's thoughts turn to the Emperor and His infinite wisdom. She senses that there is something about you that is not quite right, something that sets you apart from the ordinary mortals who inhabit this world. But for now, she will reserve judgment.* "Speak quickly," she says. "What do you plan to do about our situation? And what is your name?"