Wartime Comforts is a WarHammer AU Fan Fiction based around OCs.

OCs, Drax Weston and his sister Kathryn Weston, and story content written by Foreign Sin as commissioned by a private client. The content of this fiction does not in anyway relate to the author's personal opinions, views, or beliefs.

WARNING: Do not read this if you are under the legal age for mature sexual content in your country. Do not read if you do not approve of brother/sister incest, anal penetration, or sexual content.

Professional Critique Welcomed

Part One: Rank and Rights

After the monstrous Chaos Space Marines had attacked Manorus 4 of the Manorian Star System, Private Drax Weston had been sent out with the third company to protect the planet and it's humanoid occupants. The battle had lasted nearly three weeks but the Adeptus Astartes were successful in pushing the two platoons of world invaders out of the star system. There were nearly sixty casualties and thirty deaths in the Marine's ranks but the mission was deemed a success.

The efforts of one upcoming hero in particular caught General Flanning's attention. Pvt. Weston had witnessed his commanding officer's Rhino evaporate under harsh photon fire. Instead of backing down, the man had taken control over his squad and demanded order. He had led the troops of his squad into fierce tactical battle and eventual victory without a single badge on his armor. Even after regrouping with the rest of the company, Drax was able to maintain a calm sense of reason and an iron grip on tactful strategy. He had gained the loyalty of his troops and it earned him the respect and recognition from the Captains and even the General himself. It was decided that if the boy survived the repairs his body needed after the battle, he would be given rank over his own company: a magnificent honor for even senior officers.

The mineral transfusion, multiple organ transplants, blood transfusion, and a powerful iron supplement injection would have left any regular Space Marine unable to continue work for at least a week's time. The amount of damage that Drax had taken would have killed a normal human seventeen times over. Despite this, the war hero's healing time had been reduced to a few days in the medical chamber by his own stubbornness and will.

As the soldier regained consciousness he found himself inside a metal cocoon surrounded by wires that were floating in a light orange fluid. He was hovering in the center of the liquid mass with an oxygen mask clamped tightly around his mouth and nose. The smell of sterilized air made Drax's nostrils flair. His body felt the effects of the tranquilizers he'd been kept on to reduce physical pain and steroids the doctors used to stimulate numbed muscles back to functional condition. He felt tired and much like he would float away even outside of his wet, heated nest.

His vision was distorted through the gel but he could see the figures of people in familiar lab coats. The sound of bleeping monitors alerted them to his currently conscious state. One of the figures strolled over to his chamber and glanced in. He recognized the nurse as Shellenne, the nurse who had tended to him personally on many occasions. It was comforting to see her smile through the restorative fluid while she pushed a piece of raven hair behind her ear.

"How do you feel?" Her voice was young and more delicate than that of most warriors. It was streaming through a device plated in his right ear for just the occasion. Drax blinked once to signal he felt fine. Her cheery face escaped him as she moved over to the panel next to his pod.

"One moment. I need to check your vitals." There was the light tapping of fingers on a keypad and recurrent beeps from the monitors and other devices. After a moment, she spoke again. "Fantastic!" She reviewed the numbers and graphs four times over before accepting the data.

"You're body has made a sixty percent recovery, Weston. You've accepted all of the substitutions and your cellular progression is functioning at 123.74 percent." She laughed a little to herself in a kind of disbelief and relief. "Good Gods man. Let me get you out of there." A few beeps and clanks and various sounds of the nurse working the panels were heard before the grinding gears and mechanisms in the cocoon began to start up.

First the fluid was drained through a thick pipeline in the bottom of the pod, then the liquid in the wire-like tubes that were feeding his body water and nutrients stilled, and then finally the front of the pod opened to allow him freedom. Drax no longer felt so weightless with his muscles being forced back into the regular labor of keeping his mass upright, but he felt pleased with the sensation of control over his own body. He rolled his shoulders and flexed his fingers and toes to remember how they worked. After the recovering soldier cranked his neck and arched his back backwards to loosen a bit more, his nurse was ready to provide further aid.

Shellenne took off the remaining patches and IVs and eventually the oxygen mask and the large air tube it had violated the man with. She looked him over and complemented his recovery with excitement and self-praise for some time. After his physical was complete she had him dress and fill out his paperwork.

"You really are something else." She wouldn't stop grinning. "You survived your first big war, the medical actions, and woke four days after your encounter with death only to prove you deserve the title of 1st Lt. Commander Weston." She was still lightly shaking her head in praise when he handed back his forms.

Drax was staring wide eyed at her as she turned and skirted over to her workstation to file the report. She didn't get to see his look of confusion nor did she hear his breathy, "What?"

He looked down at his lap and ran over what she had just said. He also let his mind run over the memory of the battle. It was all a bit too much to take in at once. So, when she returned with his yellow slip and white prescription sheet he just read the words written on it. "THREE DAYS INACTIVITY AND BEDREST. LOTS OF FLUIDS. NO STRAINFUL, STRESSFUL, OR HEAVY LIFTING ACTIVITY."

"Well then, Lt. Weston," she giggled and patted his rear off her observation table. "Follow the prescription to a T if you don't want to find yourself back in my office." She nudged him to the door. "You're not the only soldier I have to tend to." She said this honestly but also flirtatiously.

When she finally got her patient to the exit she smiled and paused at the door. He turned towards her to thank her. He was paused by the soft gaze of her large green eyes. "Thank you, Miss Shellenne."

Had she been any other woman, she might have teared up with the emotions bubbling in her chest. "Just be careful out there, Drax." Her bouncy, happy authority had shifted and her tone persuaded her words to come out soft and loving. "You just about gave me a heart attack. I was worried about you." She cleared her throat lightly and rephrased. "We were all worried about you."

Drax knew that the young nurse had affections for him. He sympathized with her worry and relief. He smiled as kindly as he could manage with a still sore face and placed a firm hand on her shoulder. She shuddered under his touch and let her head lean to rest on his hand. Her hands reached up to cup his. When she opened her eyes again, there was love there for the man before her.

Nothing else was said. Drax nodded and she let loose. She nodded as he turned and headed down the hall towards the living chambers. He was thirsty and wanted to change out of the hospital substitutes and into his own clothes. He hadn't expected a visitor when he got there.

Drax returned to his quarters ready for some rest to help clear his mind. He wasn't sure what to think. The last thing he remembered was being on the battlefield. He had run his axe through the head of the Chaos team's Squad leader before everything turned black. Now he was here: Alive and confused. "Now what?" As he pulled out his key card to enter his room, he decided the first thing to do would be to check up on his sister.

The door opened and Drax was attacked by a figure that managed to get their arms all the way around the muscular man's waist. There was a painful stinging sensation from one of his still fresh wounds from the organ transplants and he would have lashed out if he hadn't seen the river of gold hair that had followed his attacker.

"Kathryn!" The sweet face of Weston's younger sister greeted him at the mention of her name. At barely nineteen, the young woman was a beauty to behold with bright blue eyes and long blond hair as bright as any field of healthy golden wheat. His hands wrapped around and cupped the back of her head to pull her up.

"Drax! I was waiting for you. I didn't expect you back so soon." Her smile showed well-placed white teeth usually hidden inside of bright pink, plump lips. "I'm so happy to see you! I thought you were going to-" Her words were cut short as her brother's lips pressed to hers.

The kiss was passionate and held long enough to melt the girl to the core. She had been panicking for two weeks wondering if he would even return in one piece. When she had heard he was returned to the facility, she had visited his nurse and demanded the best care. Since then she had been waiting in his quarters during all of her free time. Now, he was where he belonged and so was she; she was in his arms again at last.

Their mouths parted and connected only one more time before she pulled back to look over her lover. "Brother, I would kill you for the worry you've put me through if it wouldn't be such a waste." She teased in a more serious tone and pulled him over to his bed. As she moved to lock the door so they could not have any accidental visitors Drax reached over to pull some fresh garments from his dresser space.

Kathryn turned toward her superior officer and laughed. "Idiot," she started. "You're not going to need those." The girl moved over and took the clean clothes from Drax's grasp. She placed them on the single table in the room that was for work and for recreation. Then, she moved back to sit on the floor at her brother's feet.

"Katty," Drax cooed lovingly. "I missed you."

"I know." Kathryn kissed her brother's hand as it reached out to caress her cheek. As the fingers slipped into her down hanging hair, she looked up at her handsome sibling. "Oh Drax. What happened to your pretty face?" She lifted a hand and stoked the still freshly pink scar that ran from his left temple to corner of his eye. It wasn't hard to figure it must have been a deep wound but it had healed quickly because of the ancient alchemy used to create the regenerative fluids the nurses used to speed up the healing process in their soldiers after severe damage.

"My face?" A responsive Kat met his confusion. She moved over and grabbed the small mirror she kept in her bag. She held it up to allow him to view the marking and he grabbed the mirror for a more precise look. His fingers traced the scar and the painful memory of being attacked in his last seconds of consciousness returned. Someone had snuck up behind him and tried to kill him from behind with a sidewinding strike with some blunt object.

Kat didn't let him worry too much about the injury and stole the mirror away. She placed a kiss on the still tender flesh. Sitting back she comforted him the best she knew how. "I think it makes you even more handsome." She half lidded her eyes seductively with no effort. "It's kind of sexy." Her tongue ran over her lips and she smiled softly up at Drax.

Drax smiled down appreciatively at her. He was the luckiest man alive in his own mind simply because he had her. "You really think so?" He teased hoping to forget the war through physical distraction. It had been nearly a month since they had last touched and the pent up frustration was surfacing now that they were alone.

Kathryn slipped her hands over his still clothed chest and she made the small effort to tug on the tie strings that held the shirt together. As the bows unraveled, she kissed her brother's stubbly chin. Since her brother was usually so smooth from his careful grooming, it was kind of erotic that he was so fresh from war and imperfect.

The man's hands ran over the woman's shoulders slowly. The appendages slid over her shoulder blades and down her back before they gripped at her well-shaped sides. He let out a sigh as the youth's mouth trailed down his neck to his now bare chest in a series of loving pecks. 'Nothing could have improved this moment,' he thought.

Kat pulled back and stood in a curved motion. "Tell me Lt. Weston…" The title startled him again. " Will you appraise my physical progress?" As his eyes traced her movements as she began to pull down the zipper on the back of her dress, he leaned back and forgot his questions.

The noise from the zipper ceased and the top of the garment fell off her shoulders. The fabric teased the man by hiding the bottom half of Kat's breasts. She turned around and bent forward so that her back and ass were facing her brother. Drax saw the zipper had only been pulled down half way and took the hint to finish the job. He moved forward and grabbed the small silver latch and pulled it down to reveal the slender and effeminately muscular back of his beautiful little sister.

The zipper's end came too soon. A skirt length of fabric still sheltered his view. The cloth's wearer remedied this issue. Kathryn pulled the dress off using her hands to trace the curves of her form and peel the fabric away from her flesh. The dress dropped to the floor revealing a pair of dark violet-laced panties and a matching strapless bra.

Drax shuddered and felt the medical pants becoming even more uncomfortable. He reached forward and grabbed one of his sister's cheeks and gave it a good squeeze. Kat turned and grabbed his wrist tightly. She was a sight to behold and a force to be reckoned with. Almost seven years younger than him, Kathryn was the youngest Gunnery Sargent to be declared in over a hundred years. She was a tactical genius on the battlefield and everyone knew it. No one else had any idea about her tactical splendor in the bed.

Kat gave Drax a single wagging finger of playful disapproval. "You're still recovering soldier." Her fingers traced the many fresh scars and stitched areas over his chest. "You need to rest." She said this in a way that suggested her clear dominance but said nothing about rest or peace.

Using her index finger she pushed Drax back on the bed. He complied and laid himself out flat on the cot. She moved over him and let her rear rest on his knees while she used her mouth to tease the poor man further. She continued to grip at his hip with her right hand and used the other to undo her upper coverage while her lips danced around his navel. The article was tossed onto the floor following the click of her bra. Her bare breasts rubbed his waist through the tightened pants.

Kat grinned as she felt the length jump in its captivity. She moved her mouth down and gripped the edge of the pants with her teeth. As she pulled down, her eyes focused upward to watch her brother's expressions. He was looking down at her with an eager watching gaze. Connecting vision made her too eager.

Kathryn had planned such a wonderful round for Drax upon his return filled with an hour of foreplay and teasing, but her thighs were already moistened by what her panties could not contain and she was learning she wouldn't be able to hold back. When Drax's length was released from the bindings, it sprang up to greet Kat. She was so pleased to smell her brother's strong musk she gripped the edge of his pants and pulled them harshly down while she lunged forward to hug the tip of his cock between pursed lips.

The taste of the regenerative fluid was still present but it was the drip of human fluid she suckled from the head that was her reward. Her thighs rubbed together as her abs clinched. Her anal muscles kept flexing, eager for long awaited attention. She watched as her brother's head fell backwards onto the pillow. He had waited just as long for this.

The cock's head disappeared into Kat's mouth. She was careful to avoid using her teeth on the sensitive form and focused all her attention to using her tongue and lips to caress and squeeze the plump form. She bobbed slowly to please Drax and bring out a pleasured moan from his parted mouth but also to loosen her own tightening throat muscles. Her tongue was swelling and the anxiety of anticipation rose in her. She tried to take the massive length as it reached full size but it was useless. She couldn't take any more than the first three inches because of her condition.

Kat pulled off the straining stick and decided then that there was no way for either member to resist any further. A small bit of dribble ran down her chin as she lifted her form over her brother's. He looked up at her from the sudden withdrawal. As he saw his beautiful Katty straddle his hips he forgave her action of betrayal. She was about to give him something even better, but there was a small problem. Her damned panties were causing a problem now. He reached forward and gripped the lovely things and in a swift and powerful motion tore the things right off the eager girl's hips.

"Hey!" She scolded him but neither participant really cared. Kat reached back and grabbed the throbbing length. Drax grabbed onto her hips and watched eagerly as she placed the body part at the desired location.

"Not your-!"

"I know brother." He smiled at his abrasive sister as she placed the tip of his length to her back entrance. They did it this way every time to avoid breaking the wall of virginity inside Kathryn's body. The fluids from her birthright's access coated her entire lower half with sufficient lubrication, which was used to ease his body into hers via a safer passage. No one could find out they were having sexual affairs and no one would if they kept to anal penetration.

The next movement was a set of motions that set both siblings into a fit of lust. Kathryn pushed down and grinded her teeth together as her brother's aching sex pushed back her tight defenses. Drax moved his hands and gripped her cheeks from behind. He used his strong fingers to pry the girl's ass open for an easier plunge. Kat had only taken his head and already had begun whining and hissing.

"No!" She shook her head in an aggressive display of passion. "I can't! It's been too long." Drax could feel the proof of his absence and her loyalty from within his sister's body. She had stayed pure whilst he'd been out to battle and her rear was suffering from the lack of attention. It was suffocating and it was wonderful.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you." Drax pulled his hips back into the soft mattress and pressed harshly upward. His cock pushed deeper into the dark squeezing entrance and as she gasped from the pain and pleasure it filled her with, her body loosened to allow a deeper reach.

Kat let out a small yell and bit her lip tight. The rooms were fairly sound proof but the noises escaping her were embarrassing. Until very recently, she had outranked her brother in the forces. She was a Gunnery Sargent and he had been a mere private. She loved him and had been more relaxed around her brother than anyone but she liked to keep an authoritive appearance. With his cock pulling out of her body again just before plunging harder and further into her depths, she was finding it increasingly hard to keep up this facade.

"B-brother-!" Kathryn's mouth was parted as she bounced on Drax's lap. Her brother's strong hands were tight around her hips and he was controlling her speed and power. It felt so good to be overpowered by him. She had fingered herself nearly every night thinking about his return. Now his cock was penetrating her and she was loosing all control.

"Beautiful Katty!" He growled his appraisal. "You're muscles are twitching as I fuck you. You're so cute." The disarming words made his sister's blush brighten all over her body. He grinned and let his heavy breaths hiss out between his teeth. "Very good. Very good Katty!"

Drax's stomach was starting to ache and his hips began to loose their power. It was a minor shift but the surging woman noticed and looked down at her beloved. She noticed he was starting to sweat feverishly and remembered his condition. He wasn't about to slow himself but she was prepared for the challenge.

Kathryn slammed herself down on her brother's monstrous cock. The sensation froze Drax into undefined submission. He could feel his blade had been swallowed to the hilt. His lovely golden haired angel of war had claimed the land of his body her new playground and he was not about to challenge her might.

"This is your welcome home party." She managed to keep the sentence fairly clear though she was having a hard time concentrating and breathing. "You will let me-" She swallowed thickly and ran her tongue over her lips as she slowly pulled up on the masculine appendage. "-relax and entertain you." As the head of the length caught on her tight inner ring, she continued to pull until the thing popped out of place.

Both siblings moaned from the sensation but Kat recovered with determination in her eyes. She looked down at her brother with intention. He read the order. He would lay there and let her ride him, or else.

Kathryn's body arched back as she used her form to control the angle of her brother's cock upon reentry. She slid down the shaft until the entire entity was hidden inside of her. Her eyes closed as she pulled up again using the taught muscles of her legs to move and keep steady her determined motions. Her hair swayed behind her as she sped up the process.

Drax moved the hand on her right hip to one of her bouncing breasts. He squeezed lightly at the whole tit and then honed onto the perky nipple. As Kat continued her ever growing more aggressive rampage on his dick, he pinched the dark pink nib tighter and tighter. He continuously groped her left hip and thigh as she bounced. Drax could feel small streams of cum flow from within his lover and rush down over his cock, run over his hips, and drip down between his thighs. His sister was soaking them both and he could tell by her swelling that every ounce of fluid in her body was about to rupture and come pouring out.

The young girl was grinding on her older brother's hips now. His length was so deep in her now that it stung. She could feel his head stroking her back walls. There was also the distinct feeling of every ridge on his cock rubbing her upper wall thanks to her curved position. As she pulled up the ridges bumped along her inner flesh the created a wonderful vibration. When she forced herself back onto the beast the process happened in reverse.

The tight rings of Kat's ass were stretched and turning raw from the effort. Her stomach muscles flexed as she belly danced on her brother's lap. She was a dancer only for Drax and she rolled her hips in a nonstop motion to bring him closer to the climax. His rough and full length was twitching from the pleasure against her sweet ass's g-spot. Kat's fingernails clawed into the tender flesh of Drax's thighs as she bent herself back and used his legs to keep herself half up right.

"Drax! I- I…" From within her shaking body, Drax could feel Kat's swelling form. She was clinching around his cock and he could feel the cum inside her filling her up through the thin layer of skin separating her ass from her soaking pussy. She continued to throb on his jerking member until she tensed and froze.

"Now!" Kat held her breath and pushed out everything all at once. Her eyes opened wide and rolled back half way in their sockets. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as her body shook violently from the orgasm. Drax grabbed his sister's waist and dropped her down onto him with everything he had. His growl grew from within him to an external noise as he released large amounts of his seed into Kat's stiff form.

As he squirted inside her and pushed his fluid in deeper her body was pushing everything it could out. A powerful spray came from the girl that covered her brother's lower stomach and finally she screamed. The sound echoed off the walls and continued to ring in both of their heads long after it had stopped vibrating in the room.

The two Westons laid on Drax's cum and sweat soaked bed. Kathryn was curled up on her brother now; the fluids pressed their chests together and stuck them there. It wasn't long before the two content lovers fell asleep in relaxed harmony. The last conscious thoughts came from Drax who ran his fingers through his sister's beautiful matted locks.

"I love you Katty."