Although Battle Sisters hold a high status within the Adeptus Ministorum and possess commendable combat prowess, neither the Astra Militarum, the Imperial Navy, Planetary Defense Forces, nor even these Space Marines are particularly eager to cooperate with them in battle.
Titus looked at the Space Marine who had just spoken and asked, "Brother, tell me which Chapter you previously served in. How were you captured?"
"My name is Genus, from the Knights of Blood Chapter, a successor of the Blood Angels. Our squad was purging xenos on a planet when we were ambushed and captured by these Dark Eldar pirates.
I have fought in several gladiatorial arenas, participating in their brutal games for over a decade. I had thought my life was over," Genus.
Once someone took the lead, the remaining Space Marines began introducing themselves one after another.
Many of them had been struggling to survive in the Dark Eldar's city of Commorragh for years—some had even endured for 50 or 60 years.
"Do you still remain loyal to the Emperor?" asked Chaplain Magro.
He needed to confirm whether these rescued Space Marines still held firm to their faith, whether they were still willing to fight for the Emperor, and whether they had been corrupted by Chaos.
Upon hearing this, most of the Space Marines resolutely nodded before kneeling on one knee, demonstrating their continued loyalty to the Emperor as his Angels of Death.
However, some remained silent.
Much had happened to them, and each Space Marine who ended up in Commorragh carried a unique story.
"Answer me, brothers!" Chaplain Magro scrutinized the silent ones, determining whether Chaos had tainted them.
"We are still willing to serve the Emperor! It's just that we've been in this dark place for so long that we hesitated for a moment," the remaining Space Marines quickly knelt and declared.
If they didn't say something soon, this Chaplain might not hesitate to pull out his bolt pistol and execute them on the spot.
"Lord Rhodes, they are not safe. I recommend executing them immediately," Chaplain Magro whispered to Rhodes.
Astartes who had been separated from the Imperium for decades were no longer the same loyal warriors in their hearts.
Once free, they might defect to the Red Corsairs or even the infamous Black Legion.
"Give them a chance. Lock them in the brig for now and let them reflect.
Keep a close watch over the next few days. If you notice any signs of Chaos taint, I authorize you to execute them immediately," Rhodwa ordered.
Rhodes was no fool; in the grim darkness of the Warhammer universe, it was common for Space Marines to fall to Chaos.
Chaplain Magro nodded, then ordered the Deathwatch members to escort the five unstable Space Marines to the ship's brig.
After sending these potentially compromised Space Marines away, Titus turned to the remaining ones.
"Now, my battle-brothers, we are about to undertake a mission of utmost secrecy and danger.
You must leave your former Chapters behind and follow the Emperor's Chosen—follow me. Any objections?"
"Loyalty! For the Emperor!" The remaining fifteen Space Marines knelt on one knee, their faces filled with devotion.
To be rescued from darkness by the Emperor's Chosen and given the chance to rejoin the ranks of the Space Marines—this was nothing short of the Emperor's divine will.
"Then welcome, brothers. No matter which Chapter you came from before, from now on, you are part of the Emperor's Chosen special forces," Titus declared.
With these fifteen Space Marines integrated into their ranks, Rhodes instructed Titus to help them familiarize themselves with the ship. In a few days, they would be issued power armor and weapons.
In Commorragh, power armor, bolters, and chainswords were not exactly rare; they could be easily acquired on the black market.
"Lord Rhodes, what are our next steps?" Titus asked.
"Remain on standby aboard the ship. More Space Marines may be sent here in the coming days. You will be responsible for screening and recruiting them.
Also, prepare yourselves—your new augmentation procedures will begin soon," Rhodes explained.
Rhodes chose not to disclose their true mission—repairing the Golden Throne—for now, keeping it a secret from even these Deathwatch Marines.
"We are always ready, Lord Rhodes! For the Emperor!" Titus and Chaplain Magro responded firmly.
This new Astartes augmentation procedure required volunteers to undergo experimental modifications. They were fully prepared to make sacrifices and serve as test subjects.
"Rest assured, the new procedures will be completely safe.
For now, you two will be busy—Chaplain Magro, you will oversee the five Space Marines who may have loyalty issues."
"As for you, Titus, confirm that those 15 newcomers can integrate into the Deathwatch," Rhodes smiled as he assigned tasks to the two of them.
...
After dealing with the matters concerning the Space Marines, Rhodes headed to the mid-deck.
At this moment, the Battle Sisters had surrounded Elena, bombarding her with endless questions, leaving the young sister flustered.
"As daughters of the Emperor, you don't need to ask so many questions. Go back to your rooms and rest immediately. From now on, your lives here will be just like they were in the convent—pray on schedule every day." Rhodes once again used the golden psychic power of the Emperor to temporarily quiet these excitable Sisters.
Faced with Rhodes, the Emperor's chosen, the Battle Sisters dared not disobey. They meekly knelt and accepted Rhodes's orders.
After sending off the group of zealous Sisters, young Sister Elena finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"I know the Battle Sisters are stubborn, but this was beyond what I imagined."
"You'll get used to it. After a while, I'll erase their memories and send them to a safe human world," Rhodes said.
"Lord Rhodes, you can't just pick any random world. Otherwise, these Battle Sisters might attract the attention of the Inquisition. If you truly want to find a place for them, the agricultural world where Canoness Anna resides is perfect," Elena suggested.
She clearly understood the nature of the Imperial Inquisition. If these suddenly appearing Battle Sisters couldn't explain their origins or why they appeared in a certain place, they would undoubtedly be purged.
"Hmm! Then send them to Canoness Anna's place. In the meantime, you'll need to take extra care of these Battle Sisters," Rhodes said, patting Elena's head.
The planet where he was transported at beginning, Canoness Anna's home was indeed a haven—a pastoral paradise without psykers or Tyranid swarms.
Perhaps he could claim that agricultural world as his own, making it his first foothold after crossing over. It was a memorable idea.
"I will, Lord Rhodes!"
"Elena, you need to speak with more confidence. You're now the woman of me, the Emperor's chosen. Your status is higher than even a Canoness or an Inquisitor. So don't be so timid—show some presence!" Rhodes instructed.
"I understand, Lord Rhodes."
"Alright, let's go rest."
Elena followed him toward his private chambers.
Elena's fingers trembled with excitement as she helped Rhodes remove his armor piece by piece, her breath catching at each new expanse of muscled flesh revealed. She took her time unfastening his pants, letting her fingers brush teasingly against the growing bulge beneath.
"Allow me to serve you properly, Lord Rhodes," she purred, sinking to her knees before him. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she freed his thick cock from its confines. Elena wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft, stroking slowly while gazing up at him through dark lashes.
"Mmmm..." she moaned as she took him into her mouth, savoring his taste. Her head bobbed eagerly, taking him deeper with each pass while her tongue swirled around his sensitive head.
Rhodes groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair to guide her movements.
"That's it, Elena," he growled as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder. "Show me that talented mouth of yours."
Elena hummed in pleasure, the vibrations making him twitch against her tongue. She could feel him swelling even larger as she worked him with lips, tongue, and throat, her arousal growing as she listened to his sounds of pleasure.
When she finally released him with a wet pop, his cock was rock hard and glistening with her saliva. Elena rose gracefully, stepping back to remove her clothes with deliberate sensuality.
The way Rhodes watched her with hungry eyes made her pussy clench with need.
Completely bare, she crawled onto the massive bed, spreading her legs wide to display herself for him. Her fingers trailed down to part her wet folds, showing him how ready she was.
"Please Lord Rhodes," she whimpered. "I need you inside me..."
Rhodes climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. He rubbed the thick head of his cock against her dripping entrance, making her moan and arch. "Is this what you want, my eager little sister?"
"Yes! Oh gods yes!"
Elena cried out as he finally pushed inside, stretching her deliciously. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he began to move, taking her with deep, powerful strokes that had her seeing stars.
"Ah~ Lord Rhodes, you feel so good!" she moaned shamelessly, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper.
Rhodes increased his pace, pounding into her willing body as she writhed beneath him. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the chamber along with their shared cries of pleasure.
Elena could feel herself approaching the edge, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft.
"Come for me," he commanded roughly.
"Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze my cock."
His words pushed her over the edge. Elena screamed his name as she came hard, her whole body convulsing in ecstasy. Rhodes followed moments later with a roar, filling her with hot spurts of his seed.
Elena knew her Lord Rhodes well enough to recognize that gleam still burning in his eyes.
One climax was never enough to satisfy Rhodes's legendary stamina. With a sultry smile, she slid down his body, taking his semi-hard cock into her mouth once more.
"Mmmm," she moaned around him, tasting their combined essences as she cleaned him thoroughly with her tongue. Her skilled oral attention soon had him hardening again, growing thick and rigid between her lips.
"Such an eager little minx," Rhodes growled approvingly as she released him with a wet pop.
Elena gave him a wicked grin before turning around and positioning herself on all fours, her round ass raised invitingly. She looked back over her shoulder and wiggled her hips enticingly.
"Please Lord Rhodes, take me like this," she purred, reaching back to spread her glistening pussy lips.
"I need to feel you claiming me again..."
Rhodes gripped her hips roughly, positioning himself behind her. "Look at you, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat," he growled, rubbing his thick cock head against her sensitive entrance. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes! Please, Lord Rhodes, use me!" Elena begged shamelessly, pushing back against him.
Rhodes slammed into her with one powerful thrust, making her cry out in pleasure. His fingers dug into her hips as he began taking her with deep, animalistic strokes that had the bed creaking beneath them.
Elena moaned, her breasts swaying with each impact. The new angle let him hit spots deep inside that had her seeing stars. "Your cock feels so good, Lord Rhodes!"
Rhodes reached forward to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as he increased his pace. The sharp sting of pain mixed with pleasure made Elena's pussy clench around him.
"That's it, take it all like a good little slut," he growled, his other hand coming down to smack her ass. The sharp crack echoed through the chamber along with Elena's cry of delight.
"Yes! Spank me, use me!" she begged, pushing back to meet each brutal thrust.
Rhodes obliged, alternating between harsh spanks and rough gropes of her reddening ass cheeks as he pounded into her willing body. Elena could feel another orgasm building rapidly, her inner walls fluttering around his thick shaft.
"Please Lord Rhodes, may I cum?" she whimpered, knowing he enjoyed having that control over her pleasure.
"Cum for me," he commanded, reaching around to rub her swollen clit. "Show me how much you love being fucked like the eager whore you are."
His words and touch sent Elena over the edge with a scream of ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down hard around him as waves of pleasure wracked her body. Rhodes groaned at the sensation, his rhythm becoming erratic as he chased his release.
With a final brutal thrust, he buried himself deep and came hard, flooding her already cum-filled pussy with another hot load. Elena moaned contentedly, loving the feeling of being thoroughly claimed and marked as his.
They collapsed onto the sheets, both breathing heavily. But Elena could still feel Rhodes's cock twitching inside her and knew their night of pleasure was far from over.
...
The night passed uneventfully. The next day, Rhodes, as usual, checked on the new Space Marines and Battle Sisters.
After confirming they were adapting to their new environment, he hosted a banquet. He brought out some of the stored supplies and food he had recently purchased in Commorragh to give these long-imprisoned Space Marines and Astartes a proper feast.
That evening, Rhodes activated his teleportation bracelet alone, leaving the ship and returning to Lelith's arena.
In the guest room, Lelith was chatting with a tall, white-haired, and stunningly beautiful female Eldar.
"Oh! Lord Loki, you've finally arrived. Allow me to introduce you to the person you've been longing to meet—Miss Yvraine. What do you think? I've brought her here for you," Lelith said, walking over to Rhodes and pointing to the white-haired Eldar beauty.
"It's an honor to meet you, Lord Loki. May I ask why you've summoned me?" Yvraine bowed slightly to Rhodes, her expression wary.
This was her first time, since becoming a Wych Cults, being summoned to meet a male alone.
In Commorragh, when nobles summoned beautiful Eldar women like herself, it was never for good reasons. She was reluctant to come.
Usually, Lady Malys would help her decline such requests, but for some reason, she insisted that Yvraine come this time.
She could only take things one step at a time. If this man dared to lay a hand on her, he would regret it. Yvraine was no weakling—she was a fierce gladiator.
"I'll leave you two to chat! I'm heading out!" Lelith smiled, leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
"It's an honor to meet you, Miss Yvraine. I'd like to…"
"Forgive me, but I must decline! I am a gladiatorial wych, not someone who provides… other services. If you have such needs, I'm afraid I cannot fulfill them," Yvraine said, stepping away to put some distance between herself and Rhodes.
"Don't worry—I just want to chat," Rhode said, feeling a bit awkward. Did he look like someone here for such base pleasures?
"Chat, and then what? You've got ulterior motives, don't you? Don't even think about it!"
As expected, he had some indecent thoughts. What a filthy and vile man.