Fuck That, I'm Going To Be A Rogue Trader Instead!: Chapter 7

My Brave Foolish Knight

Octavian could still remember the day he met Orianne at the ball and what he thought of her the moment she opened her mouth; What an idiot.

She was this loud, impulsive square that had read a bit too many adventure novels and was utterly convinced that she could emulate them, something which was made worse by her family encouraging to live her dreams. She was a disaster and he couldn't stand her.

She was just so overwhelming, especially with how thoughtlessly she invaded his personal space. Of course, he had to ditch her, not just for his sanity, but for his own harebrained schemes. He was going to explore beyond the confines of the castle and down the lower hive all, and no snot nosed kid would stop him.

He had prepared months in advance, and he even had his brothers to help him. He even had a laspistol just for the occasion. He was ready, but in hindsight, he was simply too deluded and convinced at his own superiority that he couldn't have seen how bad things were going to get.

No sooner had he slipped into the sewers, would he stumbled upon a bunch of mutants. Confusion and cautious optimism quickly gave way to fear and panic as they turned on him, causing him to miss.

Nothing could have prepared him for their sheer ferocity and brutality as they clawed at him, their breath washing over him, all while they whispered their twisted desires. He was fresh meat, ripe to be sold in the market and there was nothing he could do about it.

That was how life could have ended that day, a strange disappearance to an otherwise promising heir, if it were not for the idiot who followed him.

Only a girl like Orianne was reckless enough to have brave the sewers on her own, and only she was foolish enough to fend off his assailants all by her lonesome. She was a fool to have risked her life just to save him that day, but perhaps he was the bigger fool for falling for a girl like her as the same bravery that he admired now made him despair.

"Orianne!" He called out as he ran across the length of the ship in search of his brave, foolish, knight. He shouldn't have gone too far away, right?

Neither the tech priest tending to the bridge, nor the dock workers hauling cargo into the loading bay had seen her so she hadn't slipped away from the ship just yet. That meant that she was still inside the ship, and there was only one place he knew she could run off; The hanger.

And indeed, he would find her there, with her tiny form illuminated by the candle light as she tended to her walker, Rosinante. Even in her lonesome, she tended to her mount, hauling up the war machine's dismounted engine block with heavy chains as she prepared to fight this war on her own.

It might as well been suicide, as he walker wasn't even a full Imperial Knight Walker, being nothing more than a modified and upgunned Sentinel, and yet she remained unwavering. "Orianne…"

Truly, she was a fool, but she was his fool and he would do everything for her, even if he had to break her heart doing so. Thus, with a heavy heart, he walked up behind her before pulling her in a tight hug and held her tight, refusing to let go.

Not even when she struggled, with her elbows digging into his ribs did he loosen his hold, nor would her curses as she tore at his heart. "Orianne, please stop! You're going to get yourself killed!" He shouted, but that only served to fuel her anger.

"I don't care!" She screamed at him as she redoubled her effort, but he held firm, wearing away at her until she all but exhausted herself. "I… I can't let them die," Orianne choked out as she trembled in his arms and grip on the chains loosened, "I don't want to lose my family… "

"And I don't want to lose you!" He shouted back, making her freeze in his grasp. "And neither does your brother…" She was the shining, radiant, knight and their star amidst all the darkness of this galaxy, "So please don't throw away your life."

"I would give you anything," He begged her, "My wealth, the status, even the very warrant of my house." None of those things mattered compared to the treasure he held. "Just please, please… don't make me let you go."

He must have been a pathetic sight, but he didn't care. "I can't lose you, Orianne," He whispered as tears rolled down his cheeks. She was all that he wanted to be right now, and was it too much to ask? "I'm not sure I could face eternity without you…"

Crying bitter tears, he wondered if his plea was all for nothing as he felt her grip tighten on the chains only for her to loosen them. You stupid, selfish monster," She cried as the chains slipped from her hands, causing the engine to come crashing down, "Why did you have to make me fall in love with you?"

"Because we're both great fools," He whispered as he turned her around to face him before he pulled her in for a kiss and locked lips with her. Only a fool would ever love this starry-eyed oaf, but he was the biggest fool around and he would never let go of her even if it killed him.

"Do you hate me for being a fool, my love?" He asked as he parted briefly, only for her to pull him to capture his lips. Neither of them wanted to let go, with their bodies melting against each other, and they were far from prying eyes.

No one was there to see them and judge them for who they were, something which both of them took advantage of with great earnest as she pushed him down and straddled his hips. "I hate it, my love, and everything about you," She hissed as tore away at clothes, ripping both buttons and silk alike.

"I hate your stupid smile," She hissed as he leaned up to capture her sweet lips once more, making her gasp out, "And the way it makes my stomach flutter."

With his arms wrapping around her, he grinded against her, feeling her lithe form hidden beneath her tight fitting suit. She was a tiny thing in his arms, yet only she could inflame his lust as he felt her soft chest and lean form press against his chest.

"I hate how your gaze makes my heart race," She whispered before she let out a lurid moan as he bit lightly on her neck and traced her collar with her lips, "And how intoxicating and addicting your touch is, my lov."

"I hate everything about you!" She groaned as he peeled away at her suit, revealing her dainty form, flush from with arousal, "And I wish that I never met you at all, because only you could make me grow crazy."

Biting her lips, she bit back a cry as his lips traced down to her chest, marking her with kisses, while his hands glided across her skin. "I hate how I love you so much," She panted, her face burning as he tugged at her hardened peaks with his teeth. "But I will never, ever, regret loving you,"

"So if it means that I have to throw everything that I am to be with you," She moaned out as she wrapped her legs around his waist and clawed at his back, "Then so be it because I love you Octavian."

"I love you with all my heart," She declared as he pulled away and gazed at her with heated passion. She had never looked so beautiful as she was now, all wild and untamed, not unlike the paragon of a knight she had always presented herself.

"Orianne…" He whispered in awe as his words escaped him, and why wouldn't they faced with the lioness in his hands

Grabbing him, pulled him once again to a heated kiss before she growled out, "Now shut up and take me, Octavian." The rest of her clothes, along with his, quickly followed as their desire overwhelmed their senses, "Take me so that I shall never leave your side."

Still, as sweet as her lips were and how intoxicating the feeling of her bare skin against his own was, he still had his wits about him. "We need to stop." They needed to know, else there was no way either of them could pull back, not when they were in each other's hands.

"I refuse," She growled as she grinded against him, forcing a groan out his lips as she grew more insistent and daring. "You denied me my freedom," She whispered softly into his ears, "So now I shall take yours and everything that you promised of me"

Faced with such an advance, he felt his resolve crumble and her passion soon consumed him. She was simply too much for him to resist. "You are mine, my love," She moaned as she nibbled lightly on his ears while her hands trailed down, causing thrills of excitement to shoot up his spine. "Forever and ever."

"Your heart and soul? All mine," She purred as rolled her hips, causing his length to harden painfully against her slick core, "Along with all of this~"

"Orianne," He groaned feverishly as he bucked against her, earning a gasp before her legs tightened around his hips. This wasn't the first time, but her heated gaze and the sheer hunger roiling beneath sent thrills of excitement up his spine.

Both of them were rearing to go, but she was taking charge as a dainty finger silenced the words from his lips. "Hush now and take your punishment like a good boy," She commanded as she reached down between her legs and grasped his length.

Slowly, she rose up before lining herself against his length and as teased its engorged lengths against her lower lips. "Mmm, someone's excited," She chuckled with her face growing flush.

"I can say the same as well," He teased as he fought against the haze of lust.

"Let's see just how smug you'll be after this," She bit back before she lowered herself upon his length and groaned out as he filled her. The feeling of her warmth alone nearly drove him to the edge as his toe curled and his face pressed against his chest.

Still, he firms and she sank deeper, with his length throbbing wildly inside her as he stretched her out, until she was fully sheathed inside her. "Orianne," He groaned as she stroked his hair while she clamped down hard.

"H-how's that," She panted smugly as she rolled her hips and grinded the head of his cock against her very core. "F-feels amazing, does it not!" He cried out, with her voice slipping as she picked up the pace.

With legs hooked tightly around him, she rode him hard, forcing every inch of his length to batter her core. Not one to take her challenge laying down, he bucked against, making her clench and shudder as he rocked her very core.

"D-dear Emperor!" She gasped as her legs gave out beneath her, making her slump against him, "H-how dare strike back against your knightly w-wife!" Still, for as heated as her words were, her body was far more honest.

He could feel her body growing taut with every thrust and every time he pressed hard against her core, she'd let out the most lurid of moans. With his arms running down her thighs, he chuckled, "Didn't a certain someone say they were going to punish me."

"All I see, however, is just a brat that needs to be reigned in" He groaned as he got to his knees and grasped his hips, forcing her down and making her cry out.

"S-shut up!" She gritted out, as tears of pleasure ran down her cheeks. With her pace growing erratic, she tried to put a brave face, but was clear that it was losing battle. "I can-! I can still-Hnggg!" She gasped out, before doubling over as she gushed all over his length.

"All bark and no bite," He chuckled as he eased himself to a stop, letting himself get a breather while she trembled in his hands. For all her bluster, Orianne was easy to please. "Where's all that bravado you had earlier?"

"Oh dear emperor," She moaned as she hung loosely against him, too relaxed to even respond to even hear her words. Her rest, however, would be short lived as he shifted inside her, jolting her back into lucidity. "N-no, not yet! Still too sensitiiveeee!~"

"On the contrary," He purred as he forced her down on all fours, "This is just perfect~" The fun was just getting started and he was going to have her scream.

With his arms grasping her hips, he bucked against her, mounting her as he bit lightly against her shoulder. "You've been very disobedient, my lovely Knight," He growled as he punctuated every word with a harsh trust, causing her to cry out loudly, "Not only did you run away, but you tried to usurp my authority."

"P-please, my lord!" She panted as she met his thrust with her own, "Forgive this foolish Knight!"

"Not until I'm satisfied," he growled as he traced his lips up her neck, leaving marks upon her pale skin, "Because a naughty knight you needs to be punished, thoroughly~"

Capturing her lips, she plowed her harshly, eager to hear her cries. Not once would he let up as his cock throbbed wildly inside her, their bodies tangled in this lurid dance until he couldn't hold on any longer, and yet he couldn't pull out, not with her hands grasping his.

"D-don't pull out!" She moaned, before all thoughts escaped his mind as he unraveled and let loose, staining her very core with his colors.

He nearly blacked from the rush, being far stronger and more intense, but slowly, he came down from his high as the sound of their breathing echoed out inside the hanger and the feeling of their sweat soaked forms pressed against each other.

"W-we should have some pills somewhere in the apothecary," He panted as slowly pulled out, only for Orianne to press against him, refusing to let him go.

"I won't be taking them," She answered, out of breath, "If the emperor decides it time, then so it shall be."

"But," He tried to argue, but she was not having any of it.

"I am to be your wife, am I not?" She chuckled as he shook her hips, making him see stars, "It's only natural that I bear my lord a healthy son."

"Or a beautiful daughter," He sassed back as she shifted, getting down on her back before pulling him close against her form. He might even prefer them as he was sure that his sons would inherit their mothers rowdiness. At least with daughters, all he needed to worry about was all the hearts they'd break.

With her legs now wrapped once more around his hips, she chuckled, "How about both then?" It seemed an easy enough compromise, until Orianne took it a bit too far, "Perhaps ten of each?"

"You silly little goose," He chuckled, shaking his head at the mere thought, "I'm not even sure if either of us could handle that headache." His brothers alone were a nightmare to deal with and he wasn't even their parent!

Of course, Orianne wasn't one to be deterred so easily. "That's where our other wives come in," She replied smugly.

Rolling his eyes at his lover, he smiled, "Never change, Orianne. Never change."

"Then best we ensure that I would have such a brood before I wither away," She purred as she rolled her hips. Unfortunately, he was spent as his length slipped out of her. "I thought it was supposed to stay hard…" She pouted.

"You were reading those raunchy romance novels, were you?" He snorted as he pulled away from her and crossed his legs.

"Mayhaps," Orianne answered as she got to her knees

"You know they are stretching the truth there," He pointed out, "Men can't stay hard all the time…" The flesh could only stay so willing after all. Unfortunately, Orianne took this as a challenge.

Without warning, Orianne pounced at him and pinned him down the ground, "Then maybe I just have to make you harder then~"

"Orianne-!" He tried to protest, but any word he might have was quickly forgotten as his sweet lips pressed against his.

"I knew you had a some in you," She chuckled as he mounted him once more, "Now be a good boy and give me a child, my lord~"

This was going to be a long day, wasn't it?"

-x-x-x-

Eventually, Orianne would wear herself out and not a moment sooner as he tethered at the edge, exhausted from the ordeal. Try as he might, he couldn't lift another finger as he laid there with her on the cold hard floor, with nothing but Rosinante's spare canvas to cover their form. Truly, his knight had no equal when it came to stamina, much to his chagrin.

"Can we tone it down the next time, Ori?" He panted as his disheveled, but thoroughly pleased knight pressed against him, "Because I don't think I could feel my legs anymore." His spirit was willing, but his body was battered and bruised.

This humble request of his, however, only served to amuse his beloved as she giggled lightly in his arms. "I make no such promises, my lord~"

"You minx," He chuckled weakly before he let out a groan as his lover bit lightly on his neck.

She was definitely going to be the death of him, he swore, but perhaps it would be a good death given that he would be by her side. Thankfully, his lover was only being playful as she laid down her head against his chest before letting out a satisfied sigh.

"That was amazing, my lord," She whispered as both of them basked in the afterglow of their love making, "But do you suppose that our companions heard our little tryst?"

"We were… exceedingly vocal," She pointed out as a light blush graced her cheeks.

Sporting a blush of his own, he coughed, "Definitely," There was simply no way that no one heard them given how enthusiastic they were about it. Hell, he wouldn't even be surprised if everyone heard them. "But I'm sure they'd excuse our absence."

"Afterall," He smiled as he planted a kiss on her forehead, "We were simply working out some differences." It was just that the way they dealt with it was far more physical and sensual, something which any consenting pair could indulge in.

"Oh you rogue," Orianne giggled as she batted playfully at his chest, "You certainly have a way with words~" Her mirth, however, would be short lived as she grew quite soon after.

With a stormy expression gracing her face, she called out, "Otto?"

"Yes, my love?" He replied as he pulled her a bit closer and stroked her hair comfortingly.

"Y-you promised anything I desired so long as I stay by your side, did you not?" She asked as she bit her lips and grew tense in his hold.

Hugging her tighter, he answered, "Anything." There was simply no price too great for him if it meant that they could be at each other's side, forever.

"Then would you still claim such if I were to ask you to find me a suitable Knight to pilot?" She challenged, making him smile.

"For a small price such as that, I would seek a forgeworld and win their favor so that you can have a dozen to your name," He answered.

"But what if I were to ask you for a fiefdom for our family instead?" She asked with a teasing smile, "I can't simply keep thinking about my own happiness after all, for I am sure I will have quite the family together."

"Then I will ask which sector we should scheme to take over," He chuckled as he pressed his forehead against her and said, "So tell me what you wish my beloved and I shall grant it to you." It was an innocent challenge, but oh what poor choice of were as her beloved grinned

"If you give me anything my heart desires, then I wish to see you in a dress," Orianne purred as she gazed at him expectantly.

Surely he should have balked, but a part of him knew to show weakness now was for him to meet his doom, so reluctantly, he relented as he sighed out with a wry smile, "If that is what you wish, so shall it be done."

"I'm sure my tailor wouldn't mind sewing me a dress fit for a Knight's beloved wife," He added as he poked at his side, making her giggle.

"I'm sure you'd look ravishing in a dress, my cute beloved princess," Orianne tittered, causing his cheeks to heat up. Oh to be in love, what lows and highs would he be willing to pursue just to see his beloved's sweet smile.

Shaking his head, he smiled, "You're lucky I love you so much." Else, he wouldn't have even considered the matter. He was a man, Emperor damn it all, not a doll… but if that was what she wanted, who was he to argue?

While he stewed on his decision and wondered whether the price he would pay was worth it, he'd notice her smile wavering as a conflicted look grace her face. "Is something wrong?" He asked in concern.

"It's nothing my love," She replied with a smile, trying to wave it off, but he knew when she was troubled as her eyes remained troubled.

"Orianne," He whispered, "If running away troubles you so…"

"No, it's not that," Orianne lied before sighed, "Well, yes… but it's more about you sister." Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she added, "She was a friend, a close confidant to whom I share my wishes and dreams."

"I thought of her as wise despite her cold nature," She grimaced, "But I see now that it's nothing more than a cold mask to hide the monster within."

With her fist clenched, she hissed, "Oh Livia, I wish I could throttle you right for making such a fool of me, but alas, that would not be." Shoulders sagging dejectedly, she pouted, "My brother already wished for me to flee and so do you, and to seek her now would just draw us further."

"I know that this is a fight we cannot win as we are right now," She grumbled, "But emperor damn it all, it does not frustrate me to the high heavens!"

Patting her hair, he replied with a teasing smile, "Who said we're not going to let you have a shot at my sister before we go?" Was that really all that troubled her right now?

Indeed, it was as his knight gave him a questioning look. "I beg your pardon, my love?"

"Orianne," He chuckled as he planted a kiss upon her forehead, "Just because we chose to run away doesn't mean we'd do it with our tail tucked between our legs." That would only come to bite him in the ass later on. "Of course I have plans to ruin things for her so she wouldn't chase us down."

There was just simply no way that she'd let him go that easily. He was a liability to her, a loose end that needed to be tied down and the sooner I was removed permanently, the better it was for her. It was how this game was going to be played out, or at least that he would do.

"Though given her status and the ruinous power she's courting, I doubt that we could make anything stick permanently without resorting to extreme measures," He muttered as he tried to suppress his growing headache.

Of the four, of course it had to be the plague father. Who else would she be courting given the method she chose to kill their father? It had all the hallmarks of a pox spreader, though that might just be her method to corrupt him. If it was, however, shouldn't his father be a shambling corpse?

"Still, just because she'd be all but impossible to kill doesn't mean we can't hurt her-!" He replied before flinching as Orianne started raining blows at him.
"You stupid buffon!" She shouted, frustration clear in her voice.

"Hey, I already said you're getting a shot at her!" He fired back as he raised his hand to defend him. Shouldn't she be happy?

"Then why couldn't you have told us earlier!" She retorted, causing him to pause as he tried to remember if had; He did not, having only spoken about running away. "You could easily open up with such, but no!" She wailed at him, "My beloved had to be a scatterbrained lackwit!"

"Ohh… my bad?" He apologized, but it was clear that wouldn't be enough as the blows kept raining down on him, "Ow! Ow! Ok, I get it!"

"You made me look like a fool in front of everyone!" She shouted as her face burnt with shame, "I'm never going to be able to present myself to my brother after all this!"

"Come on Orianne, everyone makes mistakes!" He replied as he kicked himself for being such an idiot, "I'm sure everyone would forget about it!" In his defence, he was just trying to stop them from picking a fight they cannot win, but it was still a mistake on his part for making it seem that he was just going to leave.

Forgiveness, however, would be hard to earn as Orianne started biting him. "Ow! Not there!" He screamed as his knight latched on to his chest.

"I hate you!" She screamed. Hopefully, she'd forgive him because he was not looking forward to the bruising!

A/N:

That took way longer than I wanted, but at least it's done. Now to the second chapter where we get to meet Livia once more~