"Nocturne can be quite beautiful at times, can't it, ${name}?" Ishana muses, taking a breath of you as she nuzzles her chin into your shoulder.
"If only because at its most beautiful, I can compare it to you, my love." You reply, wiping a smudge of ash from her dusky cheek, and smiling out at the barren, blackened plains of your homeworld. Radioactive earth crystals dot the blackened, ashy landscape between burning pools of lava and phosphate tinted boulders, they might be the closest things to flowers Nocturne has—other than Ishana that is.
The rest of your tribe, nocturnean nomads that you take charge of when not deployed sit sleeping just a short walk away, safe from the elements of the death world in a fleet of refitted land raiders. Tonight, like many before, just you and Ishana keep watch, taking every opportunity you can to be together as closely as possible. She's lightly covered in ash from a gentle sparring session you had but mere moments ago, but you can tell she wants your little contests of strength to lead to something else tonight—something as white hot and steamy as the flames of Nocturne that burn around you.
"Your words enflame me, lover. Will you do more than that tonight I wonder?" Ishana growls, her hands grasping at your chest, her tongue lapping a droplet of sweat from your earlobe.
"Ever the tease, Ishana. Might you be looking to lose another round?" You smile, standing to your full, towering height and limbering up for another, more sensual play fight.
"I would punish you for your ego—and reward you for your boldness, Astartes." She hisses lasciviously, circling around you and taking a fighting stance.
Her dusky skin showing over her loincloth is all you can focus on now, implants scattered about her amazonian frame make her the perfect merge of gene-seed enhanced strength, and the dark skinned beauty only Nocturne can breed.
She eyes you like prey, but prey she loves like no other. You lower your own stance with a sly grin.