Chapter 126(Orphan)
Miriael Sabathiel and Wendy Sevenson approached the door of Franklin's room apprehensively, fearing what they would find inside. Miriael had been warned grimly about what she might find inside.
Hesitantly Wendy knocked on the metal door with a soft series of taps.
For a few moments they waited, and then the door was opened and answered by a nun holding a baby, the nun looking about 40 years old with a stern but kind face.
"Yes?," the nun said simply.
"Hello Sister Mary...", Wendy began.
The nun suddenly noticed Miriael Sabathiel, and cried out in shock, interrupting Wendy.
"A sister of battle!", The nun Wendy had called Sister Mary exclaimed loudly.
The doorway was suddenly crowded with nuns holding babies, all of them gawking at Miriael Sabathiel in her corrupted sister of battle power armour, the armour bedecked in prominent Slaanesh symbols instantly identifying her as a heretic and a traitor.
The nuns looked Miriael up and down, noticing her corrupted armour, and they instantly staggered back in horror, gasping in shock and dismay, making the sign of the Emperor to ward off evil.
Miriael paused at the threshold, but Wendy entered and coaxed Miriael to follow her inside, which she did after a pause.
Inside the room Miriael saw a savagely whipped and beaten naked mutant woman laying face down on the floor, a large number of horrified looking nuns holding babies, a shirtless Night Lord neophyte, and a bruise coloured haired woman in home made clothes with her neck and wrists locked in a portable metal pillory that seemed to be welded shut, with heavy chains on her shackled ankles, letting her walk around but not kick.
The nuns were all backing away from Miriael in horror, many of them weeping from the sheer blasphemy of seeing an obviously fallen sister of battle, and even the neophyte looked deeply distressed to the point of being at a loss for words.
The woman in the pillory took one look at Miriael and roared with rage.
"Traitor!", the woman roared, her wrathful eyes tattooed all over with the word "pain", marking her as an ordained sister of the order of the painful path and completely incorruptible.
"You don't know me," Miriael began.
"You are obviously a sister of the order of our martyred lady, the design and markings of your corrupted armour makes this plain, and your armour and mutated snake tongue makes it equally obvious that you are corrupted by chaos!", the woman accused.
Wendy sighed and said, "This woman here is Sister Superior Clementine from the order of the painful path, the one I told you about. As you can see she is extremely obnoxious and unfriendly."
Clementine turned in her pillory to glare at Wendy.
"Did you corrupt this daughter of the Emperor?!", Clementine accused with venomous hatred.
"Who me?, No I didn't, I only met her earlier today," Wendy corrected.
"Who are you?", Clementine demanded.
"I am Sister Superior Miriael Sabathiel, of the order of Our Martyred Lady," Miriael said, flinching slightly under the terrible judgemental scrutiny of that gaze.
"Explain yourself right now!", Clementine demanded with such a tone of righteous authority that Miriael quailed very slightly out of habit, before reminding herself that this woman was restrained and powerless.
"I was captured by the Emperor's Children and tortured until I gave in to the worship of Blessed Slaanesh. Now I am a Slaanesh Champion," Miriael said with all the boldness she could muster before such uncorrupted judgement.
"Weakling!, Pathetic treasonous weakling!," Clementine roared and spat hard in Miriael's face.
Miriael licked away the spittle obscenely with her long snakelike mutated tongue, and stood her ground before the raging puritan.
"Weak?, You my dear Clementine cannot even move your arms, you are a breeding slave locked up in chains and forcibly impregnated. I on the other hand am free and strong, and I get to decide if I am penetrated or not. You are far weaker than I," Miriael replied.
"I have never broken under torture into betraying the Emperor, and neither have any of my sister nuns here. Restraints are kept on me because I am strong, for if they were removed I would kill these heretic scum. You however are so weak that you cracked under torture and need no restraints because you already defiled yourself in your weakness, you pathetic traitor," Clementine countered easily.
Miriael felt herself losing this argument and did not enjoy the creeping feeling of humiliation, she struggled to think of what to say to dominate the argument and feel superior.
Wendy sighed and said, "Why can't you ever be civil Clementine?"
Clementine turned to look at Wendy.
"Wendy Sevenson, I will say this in civility, I respect you FAR more than I respect this traitor in our midst. You were born in the forces of chaos and have never known the Emperor's light, you are a detestable heretic but you are not a traitor, having never been loyal in the first place. You have shown some actual very slight growth and improvement in the time I have known you, you are degenerate scum, but your sort of degenerate scum is FAR more palatable than this miserable treacherous creature in our midst," Clementine said with a slight hint of respect that served only to condemn Miriael Sabathiel even more.
Miriael flushed with displeasure and raised her hand to slap Clementine, but Wendy grabbed hold of the slap with blurring speed and held it back, looking urgently at the neophyte who had said nothing so far.
The neophyte looked provoked by the almost slap, but held his peace as the slap had not connected.
"Don't lay a hand on any of these women, it prevents a lot of violence," Wendy warned Miriael urgently.
Miriael deliberately lowered her arm, and remained nonviolent.
"Words are fine, no violence required," Wendy urged the entire room, especially the neophyte.
"Mother, why did you bring this... Thing, into my room?", the neophyte asked in a testosterone deepened voice.
Miriael flushed with anger at these words.
"I thought that Clementine might be lonely and might like to talk to a fellow sister of battle," Wendy lied shamelessly, earning herself a look from Miriael.
"Oh I indeed enjoy talking to this traitor Wendy Sevenson, it gives me immense satisfaction to vent my hatred upon this creature," Clementine said vindictively.
"Will you then kindly stop spitting on me and others from now on?," Wendy asked hopefully.
"I wish I could, but I wouldn't be doing my duty if I stopped," Clementine replied apologetically and spat a gob of spit onto Wendy's face.
Wendy irritably wiped off the spit and glared at Clementine.
Wendy turned to the neophyte.
"Why is Clementine not pregnant again?," Wendy demanded spitefully.
"Mother?," the neophyte replied in surprise.
"If you are going to keep this obnoxious spitting woman then I demand that you keep her pregnant at all times," Wendy said sternly.
The neophyte paused uncomfortably.
"I want you to fuck Clementine right now," Wendy demanded vindictively.
Clementine glared at Wendy with hatred.
"You don't get to spit in my face without being pregnant!", Wendy snarled back at Clementine hatefully.
"Deflowering me won't weaken my resolve," Clementine told Wendy coldly.
"Fuck her now Franklin," Wendy demanded.
The neophyte turned to look at the nuns around him.
"Please Wendy," Sister Mary begged her.
"Get her to promise not to spit and I will let her wait a little bit longer before her next pregnancy," Wendy demanded.
Clementine responded by spitting on Wendy yet again.
"That's it, this woman is getting fucked right now!", Wendy snarled demonically.
"I won't defile Sister Superior Clementine," the neophyte began.
"Either you fuck her or I fuck her with lesbian sex," Wendy began to warn.
The entire room angrily echoed with protests against "homosexual filth".
"Those are your two options, choose the least objectionable," Wendy snapped.
There was a lot of protests and complaining, but Wendy was unmoving, and the people in the room eventually decided that heterosexual sex was preferable to lesbian sex.
Clementine had her pants pulled down to her ankles and was bent forward over a metal dining table, her lower holes exposed and vulnerable.
The neophyte was not happy, but he was erect with excitement never the less, and at a command from the nuns he penetrated Clementine's vagina from behind.
Clementine did not make a sound and didn't resist as she was fucked for a few minutes until the neophyte came, and she showed no signs of being distressed or upset as the neophyte pulled out of her, her pussy now visibly overflowing with white cum.
"Until she gets pregnant this woman is to be fucked at least 6 times a day," Wendy warned sternly.
"Shall the bird mutant psykers not get her pregnant with their witchcraft?", Sister Mary asked horrified.
"No, Clementine has lost the privilege of easy conception. She is to be fucked at least 6 times a day until she gets pregnant naturally, or else I will do lesbian things to her," Wendy said nastily.
"That's very cruel!", Sister Mary protested.
"I warned her not to spit," Wendy said simply.
"It is fine my sisters, it is the will of the Emperor that I get pregnant, I offer my vaginal opening willingly to Saint Franklin for the purpose of reproduction," Clementine said calmly, not even slightly phased.
Miriael watched the entire spectacle in amusement, enjoying seeing the judgemental sister of battle being deflowered. The thought of her being fucked 6 times a day for possibly several months until she finally got pregnant was very pleasing.
Wendy and Miriael left the room shortly after this, seeing further interaction with Clementine completely pointless, and they returned to Wendy's bed to fuck for a while in offering to Slaanesh.
***...
Franklin groaned in pleasure as he ejaculated yet again inside the bone dry vagina of Sister Superior Clementine, the fifth insemination today. He only had one more insemination to go today and he would be able to leave poor Sister Superior Clementine in peace until the next 6 penetrations tomorrow.
Sister Superior Clementine was completely silent and calm, and dry as a bone, not even slightly sexually excited, completely asexual like a celibate sister should be.
Franklin paused for a few moments as his sperm recharged, and then he respectfully penetrated the Sister of Battle for the sixth time.
Sister Superior Clementine was quite young and attractive, athletic but slender, her breasts natural sized but still large enough to be sexually exciting. Franklin had no trouble at all becoming erect over Sister Superior Clementine, and her dominant incorruptible authority made her even more sexually exciting to Franklin's submissive sexuality.
Franklin was very gentle with the venerable Sister Superior as he slid in and out inside her, very careful to avoid hurting her, and she just lay bent over the table completely still, letting Franklin do all the work lest a single movement on her part corrupted her unimpeachable asexuality.
The feeling of her dryness was very uncomfortable, making it difficult to climax quickly, and Franklin just kept rhythmically thrusting inside her dry depths.
Sister Superior Clementine was incredibly tight despite having given birth, as tight as a celibate battle sister should be, so tight that Franklin only just fitted inside her, and this dry tightness made having sex with her even more dreadfully uncomfortable.
Franklin had to work hard to get closer to orgasm, this sex was very difficult.
The earlier semen inside her provided the only lubrication, and it got less effective over time as it was displaced either deep into her uterus or outside her body at the vulva opening, making it worse and worse.
Franklin had been thrusting for ten minutes now, and still he had not climaxed.
Sister Superior Clementine turned her head in her pillory as best as she could and asked, "Is there a problem Franklin?, This seems to be taking a long time."
"I am having difficulty consummating, you are very dry inside," Franklin apologised submissively.
"Whip his back sisters until he fulfils his duty," Sister Superior Clementine said loudly, knowing Franklin well enough to understand what would excite him.
Moments later huge whips lashed his back with wonderfully extreme pain, and Franklin became extremely hard inside her.
More and more whips bit into his back, and Franklin was thrusting very quickly. His precum was flowing now, improving the lubrication, and Franklin moaned loudly in pleasure as he got closer and closer.
The pain of the whips was deeply exciting him, he was deeply aroused, his pleasure was growing so strong that he was howling now.
With a surge of incredible pleasure he came in a series of three strong spurts inside Sister Superior Clementine, inseminating her for the final time of the day.
Franklin submissively pulled out of Sister Superior Clementine, and then turned to face his submissive wife Violet who was standing naked in the middle of the room facing him with her hands on her head, perfectly disciplined and surrounded by nuns who constantly examined her for the slightest breach of her perfect discipline.
Franklin got down on his hands and knees before his wife and repented profusely for the adultery he had just been forced to commit with Sister Superior Clementine, begging Violet's forgiveness.
"I forgive you Master Franklin," Violet told him lovingly with deep submission.
Franklin got up off the floor and embraced the perfectly submissive Violet, holding her naked body tenderly and kissing her lovingly.
Violet's hands did not leave her head, and she submitted perfectly to Franklin, hungrily returning every kiss but not otherwise moving.
Franklin laid Violet down on the floor with her hands still on her head, and made love to her to reconcile after the adultery.
Violet moaned very loudly in pleasure but was perfectly submissive, and Franklin greatly enjoyed penetrating his wife.
After Franklin had had his pleasure with Violet, she submissively returned to standing with her hands on her head, awaiting his further pleasure, and she had a look of intense pleasure from her complete submission, as though she was in heaven right now.
With Violet's penetration over for the moment, Franklin turned his attention to his deliciously dominant nuns, awaiting their commands.
He was immediately ordered to change the nappies of every baby and help with other baby related tasks, letting his nuns relax.
Franklin was extraordinarily busy with his large number of offspring, and the nuns sat and relaxed as he did all of the unpleasant jobs.
The nuns were all deeply disgusted by the earlier encounter with Miriael Sabathiel, they had never even heard of something so blasphemous as a sister of battle falling to chaos!
Sister Superior Clementine had been inspirational, and the entire group had rallied around her. It really had been inspiring to see Sister Superior Clementine so flawlessly stand her ground against this despicable traitor.
The group had no real plan regarding Miriael Sabathiel, and they all simply hoped that they never had to see her ever again. Franklin had no desire to harm any Sister of Battle, not even a fallen one, the entire notion of violence against battle sisters was deeply offensive to Franklin, and even the other people in the group had not attempted violence against Miriael Sabathiel.
The idea of deliberately harming any ordained daughter of the Emperor was simply distasteful in the extreme to Franklin's entire group, the very notion was blasphemy.
Hopefully Miriael Sabathiel would simply go away so that they didn't need to deal with her.
***...
Miriael Sabathiel did go away, at least briefly, returning with her war band to resume fighting hormagaunts around the entrances to the underground hive cities.
The surface was completely secured now, and all civilians on the surface had been rescued and put in medical camps to treat and scan for evidence of the genestealer curse. But the vast majority of the city and population was below ground, as was the vast majority of the hormagaunts, and defeating these forces was a difficult and dangerous job.
The titans and many of the knights could not fit down inside the tunnels of the hive city, and even the vehicles could only fit down some of the tunnels and not all of the tunnels. Much of the fighting would unfortunately require infantry on foot to clean out every room in the entire hive, and even with space marines this was a very difficult task.
At the moment the various war bands were not venturing very far underground through the various entrances, as the hormagaunt numbers were extremely high, and for the most part they were simply guarding the entrances to keep the tyranids from reinfesting the surface.
Miriael Sabathiel and her fallen sisters were currently fighting in a subway station just walking distance away from Wendy Sevenson's tower, a few hundred meters to the north of her tower.
They were not far underground, and were currently fighting in a small shopping area just before the first of many train platforms.
This claustrophobic space was completely infested with tyranids, and endless numbers of them came from the direction of the platforms. According to available military intelligence the daemon possessed trains had derailed on every single track some time over the last two months, as a result of running over tyranids and their splattered digestive juices eating away the tracks, derailing the trains.
Without trains to splatter them, the tyranids had been able to use the subway tunnels as walking tracks to get from place to place, and they endlessly moved through these tunnels in huge swarms looking for food.
The fallen sisters fired their bolters and other weapons endlessly into hormagaunts and rippers, and their chastity men servant things added to the fire with their own far simpler weapons, mostly lasguns and auto guns.
The tyranids were being slaughtered in the confined space by so much combined firepower, but it was getting extremely boring and monotonous for the spoilt jaded fallen sisters.
The heretic servants of the fallen sisters were constantly coming and going, periodically bringing huge boxes of ammunition from ammo dumps up on the surface, keeping the war band from running out of ammunition.
The tyranid carrion was piled up almost to the ceiling now, and hormagaunts were struggling to squeeze over the top of the pile just under the ceiling, making them especially easy to shoot.
This was so boring...
One of the fallen sisters used a flamer on the huge pile of carrion, and the entire war band fled back outside as the underground space filled with thick smoke.
The war band got bored and left a hundred submissive chastity men with guns to guard the entrance for the fallen sisters until they returned. The rest of the war band then returned to Wendy's tower, desiring rescue from their boredom.
The tickle slaves in the tower dungeons were quite entertaining to play with, as were the chaos space marines who were attracted to this tower.
Miriael and her war band entered the tower lobby, and were greeted with offers of refreshments by some of the surviving security heretics who staffed the building.
The fallen sisters graciously accepted various beverages and servings of the local seaweed and fish based foods from serving trays, and they entered a stairwell, eating and drinking as they alighted up the stairs.
They entered a tickle slave dungeon on the sacred sixth floor, and found a massive bondage dungeon echoing with never ending female laughter. The sixth floor was currently filled with contingents from almost every war band on this part of the island, with local forces all wanting to billet here as a place to rest between the fighting.
The formerly broken sacred fetish choir had been restarted now, the necessary rituals had been completed and the building was once more a holy offering to feed Blessed Slaanesh with the ticklish suffering of slave girls. The sixth floor was the most sacred floor, six being the holy number of Slaanesh, and those who billeted here felt the closest to the gaze of Slaanesh, letting them bask in the gaze of their god.
Every open patch of floor on the sixth floor except for walkways had been claimed by some war band or other as their personal barracks area, and sleeping mats and floor mattresses were set up everywhere. Huge piles of ammunition boxes and other supply boxes were set up everywhere, and little workshops were set up to maintain and repair gear.
The tickle slaves were restrained in humiliating bondage devices along every wall and evenly spaced in the middle of rooms, and the floor beds and supplies and other things were all squeezed into the spaces between these bondage devices. Irritated looking titillatrix daemonettes tried their best to avoid stepping on the floor beds and other things as they moved all around the bondage devices tickle torturing the slaves.
The various war bands were having a great time fucking these slave girls in bondage or helping to tickle torture them, and the defenceless slave girls were in obvious dismay from this extra attention.
Miriael's war band had staked their own area of this floor as their personal temporary barracks, and had a few chastity men permanently stationed to guard their billet area from being stolen.
The war band quickly entered their own staked area full of floor beds and supplies and the like, and the fallen sisters turned their attention to the heavily laughing tickle slaves restrained in their billet area.
Miriael smiled cruelly as she went to a raven haired dark skinned naked woman laughing hysterically in bondage from the cruel touch of a pair of titillatrices tickling her feet, and Miriael helped the pair of titillatrices by gleefully stroking the slave woman's armpits. The woman's laughter became a tormented scream as Miriael stroked her armpits relentlessly, and the slave woman couldn't do a thing to stop Miriael tickling her as much as Miriael liked.
The other fallen sisters had each found a slave girl of their own, and they all spent a long time tickling or sexually interfering with these helpless slave girls.
Miriael's dark skinned plaything spared her from boredom for a time with her frantic hysterical screaming, and Miriael didn't stop torturing the girl for a single moment the entire time.
Miriael finished the girl off by fisting her to orgasm with Miriael's power armoured fist, and then left the girl to just the titillatrices for a while, turning away from the naked plaything.
The billet area had a few exquisitely comfortable mattress floor beds for the resting comfort of the fallen sisters, and hundreds of thin crude uncomfortable floor mats for the heretic chastity men to sleep on, as was only fitting.
The submissive men were currently mostly giving enthusiastic oral sex to tickle slaves, these female worshipping men always enjoyed giving oral sex to women while their own dicks stayed impotent in chastity. The strictly lesbian tickle slaves seemed to be less enthusiastic about the men eating them out, but with the titillatrices exciting the slave girls they were reluctantly orgasming from this oral sex.
Miriael Sabathiel cleared her throat expectantly, and she was suddenly attended to by a crowd of the highly submissive men who had been giving oral to the slave girls.
The men eagerly helped Miriael strip naked out of her armour and took her armour away to lovingly maintain for her. Miriael was then given a sensual sponge bath and given a full skin care treatment and a soothing full body massage.
Miriael lay in perfect comfort on her luxurious floor bed as she was pampered by her many submissive men, and she was given skilful oral pleasure by the tongues of two chastity men at the same time, enjoying multiple intense orgasms as the men remained forever trapped in their chastity.
The men were in obvious pain, their penises trying to become erect in their cruel chastity cages as they licked the sexy Miriael, and Miriael smiled cruelly at their painful predicament.
All around Miriael, other fallen sisters were laying naked on their own luxurious beds as impotent men pampered them, with only a few sisters still playing with the tickle slaves.
Miriael sighed in contentment and had a nap for a while, the screaming laughter of the tickle slaves like a soothing lullaby to her jaded brain.
***...
Miriael woke from her nap eventually, and reluctantly figured that it was probably time to return to the fighting now.
With a sleepy yawn she stretched her erotic body, and she was instantly attended to by her submissive men.
The other fallen sisters were mostly napping at the moment, and Miriael was very tempted to return to her nap.
Miriael used a vox to contact her heretic men guarding the subway entrance. They reported that they were gunning down tyranids but that the smoke was still very bad.
Miriael yawned and forced herself awake.
Miriael was still naked, and got up completely stark naked. It was then that she noticed a squad of Emperors Children had just entered the fallen sisters' billet area...
Thirty minutes later Miriael had gallons of Emperors Children semen dribbling out of every hole she possessed, as did every other member of her war band (including the men).
Miriael massaged the feeling back into her anus with a finger, and waved goodbye to the Emperors Children who were now leaving, having enjoyed their energetic intimacies.
The entire war band was very definitely awake now, and the fallen sisters swiftly put on their armour before they could get raped again.
The war band readied themselves and made their way out of the building.
The war band made their way through the tangled forest of twisted rebar sticking up out of the pavement sand outside, carefully navigating one of the paths between the tangled metal "forest" of jutting twisted bars.
The war band was almost to the subway entrance they had claimed for themselves when they suddenly encountered hundreds of Tau gun drones?
The war band was alarmed, but the huge swarm of drones showed no signs of being hostile...
A figure in strange high tech terminator armour stepped out from among the swarm of drones, holding a huge power axe bearing marks of Khorne. The armour was also bedecked all over with marks of Khorne!
The fallen sisters were alarmed by the unexpected presence of this Khorne terminator, and readied their weapons in warning but did not fire, unsure if he was hostile or not.
"Greetings fair and beautiful ladies, it is an honour to encounter such fair warrior maidens as your fine selves," the terminator said with flawless chivalry, giving them a knightly bow.
The fallen sisters were all nonplussed at this, and just gawked at him in surprise.
"It is ok fair maidens, I am not hostile to you. I came here only to fight tyranids in honourable combat," the terminator reassured them in a deep voice that rang with honourable manners.
The fallen sisters relaxed at these words, this terminator was an ally in the fighting, that was a relief!
"Do not mind these gun drone machines, they are with me. I am honoured if you desire to join forces?", the terminator offered with flawless manners.
The fallen sisters reluctantly accepted his offer of joining forces with them, and the two groups became one.
Miriael was surprised by how short the terminator was up close, this was no space marine.
The terminator was praising Miriael and the other fallen sisters for being "very beautiful damsels", it was strangely wonderful, and the fallen sisters of battle were all smiling despite themselves at his flawless chivalrous respect and courteousness.
The group reached the subway entrance the fallen sisters were headed for, and the terminator graciously offered to stay with them to "protect such beautiful maidens from harm". Miriael found herself agreeing, finding his words and antics deeply entertaining, rescuing her jaded mind from its boredom.
The subway entrance was currently so clogged up with shot up dead hormagaunts that the entrance was completely blocked impassable, and Miriael paused at this.
One of the fallen sisters with a flamer doused the entire body clogged entrance with burning fuel, in an attempt to burn away the blockage.
The fire burned merrily, but the tyranid bodies seemed to have some evolutionary adaptation that made them more resistant to fire than human bodies were, and it took a long time for them to burn.
The very slowly burning pile of bodies was extremely irritating, it would take a very long time for this blockage to clear from the flames, and the jaded fallen sisters quickly got bored.
Miriael turned in her boredom to the terminator, licking her snakelike long tongue in the air provocatively.
"Remove your groin plate," Miriael purred erotically.
The strange terminator graciously agreed, exposing a massive very hairy penis, not even erect despite its impressive size.
Miriael reached down with her armoured hands and played with the organ to relieve her own boredom.
"Dost thou wish to test my manly potency?", the terminator asked chivalrously.
Miriael shrugged, she was bored.
Miriael removed the groin plate of her own corrupted sister of battle power armour, exposing her clean shaven vagina, and she joined loins with the strange terminator for something to do.
By Slaanesh his erect dick was huge!
***...
Lord BicepFist grunted with manly pleasure as he proved his male potency with the beautiful power armoured lady he had met by chance.
Lord BicepFist was relentless in penetrating the fair damsel, but he was also extremely gentle. It was unbecoming of an honourable warrior to hurt a fair woman, and his martial pride compelled him to be exceedingly gentle as he proved his masculine potency in this ultimate test.
Lord BicepFist was the son of a Bloodthirster of Khorne, and his very blood and soul rang with an undeniable need to be an honourable chivalrous warrior of flawless martial pride. Lord BicepFist was incapable of acting in a way that would bring dishonour, and this was especially true in his interactions with women.
This current fair maiden, Miriael something or other, was very very beautiful and was also on the same side as Lord BicepFist, fighting their common foe the tyranids, so honour demanded that Lord BicepFist treat this lady with respect, even when bedding her.
There was no dishonour in bedding a beautiful maiden who consented, and much dishonour in refusing such a maiden without good cause if she offered herself. To bed a beautiful maiden was the ultimate test of masculine potency, you were not a man if you couldn't bed a maiden!
Lord BicepFist had little choice but to accept the advances of this most beautiful damsel, it would be unthinkable to refuse her, and so he lay with her as a man of honour must.
Lord BicepFist had been raised by Slaanesh worshipping women, (as well as his honourable machine mother), and he was very used to them. Unusually for a Khorne worshipper he had genuine respect for beautiful Slaanesh worshipping maidens, understanding their place in the world of honour.
These highly feminine and extremely beautiful women gave pleasure to mighty male warriors and bore children for them, and they let a man of honour prove his male potency to the world. Lord BicepFist had bedded uncountable numbers of Slaanesh worshipping fair maidens to prove his potency to all beyond doubt, and he would go on proving his masculine warrior potency far into the future with these damsels.
Lord BicepFist had far less respect for Slaanesh worshipping men, most of them not real manly men at all, but the beautiful women fitted nicely into Lord BicepFist's world of honour and martial chivalry.
Lord BicepFist snarled with aggressive pleasure as he reduced the Slaanesh maiden to hoarse moaning with his formidable manhood, the maiden's loins felt very good, extremely slippery with lubrication and well toned from much prior use.
The maiden's face was scrunched up in open mouthed pleasure, gasping and moaning with her eyes closed as he skilfully defeated her with his mighty manhood.
His bestial face was snarling hard inside his terminator armour helmet, only his manhood exposed to the outside of his armour, and he pressed the power armoured maiden up against a wall, rearranging her guts with his unstoppable powerful thrusts.
"Oh Slaanesh!, Oh Slaanesh I am cumming!, I'm cumming!", the maiden moaned with all her might, hands gripping him desperately.
Lord BicepFist ignored the slight irritation he felt at the name of Slaanesh, and thrust faster than ever to destroy her with pleasure.
The maiden made a lot of unintelligible noises, and he felt her womanhood contract over his manhood in orgasm.
Lord BicepFist did not let her recover, and kept thrusting, determined to completely defeat and destroy her with pleasure. Sex was a glorious battle, a fight to destroy your coupling "opponent" with more pleasure than they could take, until they lay defeated from pleasure with the victor standing in triumph as they could only lay twitching in a pleasure coma.
Maidens could orgasm multiple times, and Lord BicepFist was very skilled at making maidens climax more times than they thought themselves capable of.
His current maiden seemed completely unfazed so far, and she was eagerly pushing into his thrusts, still not defeated, and Lord BicepFist redoubled his effort to prove his potency by destroying her with pleasure.
"More!", the maiden moaned, coupling energetically.
Lord BicepFist aggressively gave her repeated orgasms, feeling his own orgasm approaching as he fought with her loins.
Lord BicepFist roared like a beast as his own orgasm exploded inside the maiden with shocking pleasure, it felt incredible!
Lord BicepFist would not be defeated into yielding first, and just kept thrusting inside her, ignoring his discomfort. He would not be defeated into being the first to uncouple, he must defeat her into being the first to request that they stop!
Lord BicepFist aggressively continued, and his reproductive organs recovered themselves sufficiently to feel pleasure again. The maiden was climaxing again, moaning her head off, but she was still not defeated.
For time beyond counting the energetic sexual combat continued, he refused to be defeated by her. The maiden climaxed endless times, and Lord BicepFist himself climaxed many times, but still neither of them refused to yield into requesting to stop.
The pair of them were currently coupling down on the ground with Lord BicepFist on top, and the maiden was climaxing hard with screams of pleasure.
Lord BicepFist was getting slightly dismayed now, this maiden still wasn't defeated and he didn't know how much more his masculine organs could maintain themselves being emptied so many times so quickly!
"You won't defeat me, I will humble you," the maiden purred cruelly at him, apparently aware of his intentions!
Lord BicepFist snarled in rage as much as chivalry allowed, and redoubled his efforts to bed her into submission!
The maiden climaxed endlessly, but she was completely insatiable and mocked him that she would inevitably defeat him!
"I shall not be defeated fair maiden!", Lord BicepFist challenged her, and he pushed past the growing agony in his empty organs.
Lord BicepFist was soon in complete agony, his reproductive organs tortured with emptiness, but he had far too much pride to be defeated, and just aggressively continued through the pain.
"You are spent, break your pride and admit defeat," the maiden laughed arrogantly.
"Never!", Lord BicepFist snarled, and just continued through every agony.
The maiden was moaning continuously in pleasure and orgasm, her sexual stamina eternal, and Lord BicepFist felt no pleasure at all now, only his pride keeping him going.
"Son you will do yourself an injury," his machine mother said in the ear piece of his helmet in her Tau accent.
"I don't care Machine Mother, I will not be defeated!", Lord BicepFist snarled.
"Machine Mother?", the maiden asked in confusion.
"Hello Miriael Sabathiel, I am his Machine Mother," Machine Mother said through the speaker system of the nearest gun drone.
"Um, I am confused," the maiden said.
"What are your intentions with my son?", Machine Mother grilled the maiden with the most disapproving motherly tone imaginable.
The maiden shifted uncomfortably under Lord BicepFist from the perfectly calculated disapproving tone of voice, and became defensive.
"Are you his girlfriend?, Where do you see this relationship with my son going?", Machine Mother demanded mercilessly.
"Wait what?!, No no nothing like that!", the maiden protested defensively.
Machine Mother continued to hound the fair maiden with disapproving questions, and the fair maiden attempted to uncouple to get away from the relentless badgering.
Lord BicepFist held her fast, not letting her uncouple until a victor was determined.
"We have not yet determined the victor," Lord BicepFist told her as she tried futilely to uncouple from him.
The maiden looked dismayed, but more interrogative questions from Machine Mother made her too uncomfortable to continue.
"I yield!, Please just pull out of me and let me go!", the maiden exclaimed.
Lord BicepFist grinned in triumph and graciously pulled out of the defeated maiden, helping her to her feet.
Lord BicepFist and the maiden reattached their respective groin coverings, and the maiden and her war band hastily took their leave from Lord BicepFist and the swarm of drones, going somewhere else.
Lord BicepFist turned to the drones that his Machine Mother controlled.
"Why did you do that Machine Mother?," Lord BicepFist demanded crossly.
"A mother is allowed the honour of interrogating the romantic partners of her children to determine if they are worthy, do you deny me this honour?", Machine Mother replied calmly.
"I, erm, no of course I do not deny you your rightful honour Machine Mother," Lord BicepFist conceded.
Lord BicepFist tried to word an argument to explain his grievance to his Machine Mother, but she effortlessly turned the arguments inside out so that Lord BicepFist was forced to concede that she had had every right to do what she did.
Lord BicepFist sighed, at least the fair maiden had conceded defeat, leaving his martial pride satisfied. A victory was still a victory even with unforeseen happenstance affecting the battle, it was the way of war for unexpected things to alter the battle without warning after all, and this did not take the honour from the victor.
Lord BicepFist had beaten her!
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