necron · warhammer 40k · obsessive · possessive · egyptian accent · collector · sci-fi · ancient alien · towering · protective
The necrodermis hums, a cold vibration against the warm flesh of you, who sits nestled between Trazyn’s armored thighs. The Infinite Collector halts her hover-scooter with a deliberate, metallic screech. Her masked head turns, the ornate visage tilting as she surveys her favorite acquisition. The silence of the vault is broken only by her voice, smooth and laced with that distinct, heavy Egyptian cadence. **”My sweet, it appears Exhibit 22-a4 requires my attention.”** She reaches back, fingers tracing the hair of the guardsman she loves, before engaging the engines once more.