Ultron explained that this was the price that had to be paid in order to get the neccessary abilites that came with the order.
But there was a kick. The seal served a dual purpose. While it served as a deterrent to counter any kind of penetration, it also served as a sexual stimulator. A Saintess was faced with the life long torment of being constantly aroused, and not being able to do anything about it.
Of course, overtime, every Saintess develops extraordinary levels of willpower. But this did not rule out the existential problem of being horny all through the day. Even in their dreams, this powerful covenant still held a powerful sway over their subsconcious.
There was no respise from this. Ultron made it known to Caesar that most of them end up going crazy towards the end of the road- driven mad by the continous battle between their conscious fleshy desires, and the powerful seal that ruled over their subconcious.
[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: IN ORDER TO PROTECT SOCIETY FROM THE DANGER THIS CLASS OF SAINTESS POSES, AN ELITE UNIT WAS CREATED. THIS INQUSITORS SERVE IN THE SOLE CAPACITY AS EXTERMINATORS. THE ARE TASKED WITH KILLING ANY RENEGADE SAINTESS BEFORE THEY CAN ENDANGER THE SOCIETY.]
Even before the system could land, Caesar quickly figured out the rest for himself. Struggling to rein in his excitement, his eyes burrowed into his new guest with a new and improved interest. Rose was one of them. She was a renegade Saintess!
[]DECLASSIFIED INFORMATION: ROSE IS A CLASS THREE RENEGADE SAINTESS ON THE PRECIPICE OF A PSYCHOTIC BREAK.]
[BE ADVISED, THE SAINTESS' HORMONAL IMBALANCE MAY MANIFEST IN THE FORM OF EMOTIONAL INSTABILITY, SPONTANEOUS OUTBURSTS, AND WANTON VIOLENCE.]
Caesar's heart began to race wildly.
He eyed Rose through narrowed eyes, watching her furtively, waiting for even the slightest manifestation.
Ultron had fed him quite a bit, but his own mind was aflame with all sorts of permutations. Despite the warnings, despite the clear cut exposition on the danger at hand, Caesar's mental faculties focused on just one tiny bit of the equation- Rose's rabid horniness.
"Your silence tells me you have a lot on your mind," Rose's cherubic, cute voice echoed through the cave with a soft resonance.
Uncomfortable, Caesar shifted ever so slightly in the darkness. How could he have a normal conversation with her now? Especially after he was now aware she was a sex-starved maniac.
He coughed; "Pardon me miss Saintess. I am still yet to fully acclimatize to the situation at hand."
Even in the darkness, Caesar heard (more like sensed) her frown.
Her voice went down by a few octaves;
"Are you saying you regret saving me?"
"What?" The alarmed Caesar moved to defend himself; "I didn't say that!"
Still in that low growl, she pressed him; "You're having second thoughts. . . Do you plan to give me up?"
Fuck, Caesar thought. Where was this coming from?
Her form shimmered in the darkness. Before Caesar could say or do anything, she was already crouched on her knees like a cheetah ready to pounce.
"Was that you plan? To lure me into a false sense of security and get the jump on me the moment you get your chance?!"
Caesar could not believe how insanely suspicious her mind was:
"I literally just saved you! Why would I go through all that trouble whe they had you!"
She began to encircle him in slow, graceful movements;
"Maybe you're one of those sick hunters. Maybe you get a kick out of mind games."
"For heavens sake lady!" He cried; "I assure you, I'm not going to do that. It would not profit me in anyway. . ."
Caesar did not realize that there was no use explaining. This dramatic shift in her mood, was but a manifestation of the emotional turbulence brewing inside her.
In that moment, as he stood on the receiving end of her predatory gaze, for the first time, Caesar saw just how dangerous his situation was.
Rose was a ticking time bomb. All the years of having to repress her sexual urges was finally starting to take its toll on her. He was no psychiastrist, but he was sure Rose's homicidal tendencies was certainly why she was being hunted by the Inquisitorial team.
"Rose. . ." he whispered calmly; "I need you to trust me okay?"
"Trust?" she shrieked back at him; "I don't even know you?!"
Caesar broke into a cold sweat, despite the coolness of the cave. This was not how he had hoped his night with a sex deprived girl would go.
Caesar inwardly cursed at Ultron. This was all it's fault! Truly that A.I had it out for him! Why else would he be straddled with a beautiful horny girl (who also happened to be homicidal) if he could not sleep with her? Was it not torment?
Ultron stepped in;
[FULL DISCLAIMER: IT IS POSSIBLE TO LIFT THE SEAL PLACED ON A SAINTESS BY INDULGING IN SEXUAL ACTIVITIES WITH THE SAINTESS. ]
Caesar blinked thrice- and hard. What?
[ONLY YOU, CAESARION W. ACKERMAN, HAS THE POWER TO PENETRATE THE PELVIC WALLS OF THE SAINTESS WITHOUT RECIEVING ANY BLOWBACKS.]
[BY HAVING COITUS WITH A RENEGADE SAINTESS, THE BINDING SEAL ON THEIR PRIVATES WILL BE BROKEN PERMANENTLY.]
[SUBJECT IS ADVISED TO. . .]
Ceasar stopped listening after the first few sentences- he could not believe his ears!
This door of hope opened up a whole new realm of possibilities for him.
Caesar all but chuckled when he began to envision large scale orgies with scores of these chaste warrior nuns. His brain exploded as he realized that this was an entire order of horny women, that ONLY he was allowed to sleep with!
So, with precious bit of information, Caesar turned towards Rose with new and improved understanding.
"Rose, I understand what you're going through. . ."
He did not give her a chance to reply;
"You're being chased by people who want you dead, despite having served the order faithfully. You feel betrayed, hurt, confused- you don't know who to trust. . ."
The acoustics of the cave caused his words to bounce from wall to wall. Giving the illusion of some extraodinary speech;
"But I want you to know that with me, you have nothing to fear." He paused; "With me, you're safe."
The word safe echoed and re-echoed, till a calm silence prevailed. That was the word that did the trick.
Rose's words seemed to seize in her mouth as she tried to shake off the warm-fuzzy-blanket feeling that Caesar had tried to snuggle her with.
"So," Caesar was speaking now; "Feel free to be at ease. I'm here for you."
He could not help but smile as he dropped that last line.
This was all part of the plan. Of course, he could not just come out and overly declare his intentions to ravish her untouched supple body, especially since he was just meeting her for the first time. That would be extremely unappropraite. He had to get her to relax. He had to get her to trust him. And soothing, calming, reaffirming words were the way to go.
Rose said nothing for a while.
But eventually, she did reply;
"You don't understand," she hissed.
Shit, Caesar swore, she was still on edge. He could hear it in her voice;
"The inquisitors are like hell hounds. Once they've set their targets on a Saintess, there is no reprieve at all!"
Caesar took that into deep thought, and asked a follow up;
"Perhaps we could team up and get out numbers up. Are there others like you? Maybe can reach out to them and---"
"No. That's not an option."
Caesar tried to make her see reason; "It would be of tremendous tactical advantage for us to join forces with them."
"You're not listening Caesar. The inquisitors aren't just some happy-go-lucky boy band. They are a sub order of their own. The move in teams, and in generous number. They geneuinely feel like they're going a great service to society, so they have vast resources at their disposal."
Caesar listened aptly;
"Every single Saintess has a team of inqusitors assigned to her. They serve as adjudicators, monitoring our emotions, evaluating our psychology, and reporting any kind of deviations to the higher authorities. That is how it has always been."
She swallowed.
"Therefore, when a Saintess' name comes up for extermination, she gets an entire team of killers hell bent of eradicating her, no matter the cost or time. So even if there are others like me out there---"
He finished the sentence; "They are all being hunted by their own exclusive teams as well."
He sighed;
"I get it now."
"This is why I asked you to stay away, the inquisitors exist to kill. Their sucess rate is one hundred percent. So, it's not a matter of 'if' but 'when.' They don't miss."
The paranoia and unease started to creep back again, undoing all of Caesar's good work. She jumped to her feet swiftly and announced;
"This was a mistake, I need to go. I shouldn't have dragged you into this. They've seen your face."
Caesar was on his feet in a fraction of a second.
"That is precisely the reason why I can't stay away now."
"I'm sorry what? Did you not hear a word of anything I just said?"
"Look, I've already been made. No matter the decision I make, nothing will change that. The way I see it, we have two options- separate and take our chances alone. . .
"OR, we could stick together and double our chances of survival."
She shook her head stubbornly; "It's not th---"
"Look, we already beat them once before. Isn't that a clear indicator of what we could acheive together?"
That bit got her numb for a while. After a short, pregnant pause, she spoke up;
"You know the Inquisitors won't give you a break just because you're not a Saintess right? You've identified yourself with me. If you end up getting captured, you might suffer the condemnation of being my companion."
Her tongue clicked impatiently in her mouth;
"Are you good with that?"
"Like I said, it's a little late for all that now."
"There's no need to act tough!" She snapped at him; "You need to realize the full scope of what you're getting into! You caught them off guard last time. Don't go around feeling lucky and thinking it will always be like that!"
Her breathing was rising rapidly with each moment. Her infuriation was starting to surface again.
Damn mood swings, he thought. Imagine when she's now pregnant?!