Chapter 2:

Jalaqier knocked on the door. His hands were still wet from her slave's skull, knuckles dotting the wood with blood and brain matter. The half-breed incubi stewed in his rage as he waited in the cold silence of the spire. He grit his teeth and clenched his fist tight as his muscles twitched. He despised that he could be summoned like a dog, like a slave.

How fucking dare her! I'm not some wretched tube spawn; I am a damn true born just as much any other! She knows who my father is…

…but it is that line of thought that made his stomach churn. She did know who his father but she didn't care because he didn't give a shit. The painful truth was that seed wasn't thicker than blood. They were the pure blooded descendants of the great Aeldari Empire, the unquestioned masters of the galaxy. Where as his heritage was polluted by the inferior genetics of monkeigh. Jalaqier looked down at his hands. The truth was plain to any who could see. His otherwise flawless cold, corpse white skin was tainted with hues of brown and red that belied the tainted warmth defiling his blood.

Dha'khar is right. I am filth. Jalaqier cringed as he sighed heavily, withdrawing into himself. His head fell as he held himself in his arms, recalling his mother's voice. All those many decades ago when she'd cradle him and hum a lullaby.

"Aww!", Slaanesh whispered in his ear. The warmth of his memory of his mother's love did offer satiation to She Who Thirsts. Her cold grip on his soul eased.

Then a beam of warm, orange light cut across his face. It was a painfully obscure sight in the depths of the Dark City, which preferred its flames cold. He winced and sneered at the sight of it. Through the crack in the doorway a single viridian eye gazed longingly through him. Jalaqier could see the corner of her black painted lips curled up into a smile.

Yr'lendriel opened the door to real her sublime feminine figure draped in a sheer, emerald baby doll lingerie woven from maiden world silk. Her billowing orange-red hair hung freely down to her ankles. Her long, lean yet toned legs were wrapped in black pantyhose. Without any bra or panties on, little was left to the imagination. Yr'lendriel's ample bosom heaved as she breathily inhaled and exhaled, fully erect nipples stretching the length of the fabric. Her smoldering gaze never blinked as she stared at Jalaqier.

All other thoughts flew from his head. The only thing Jalaqier could conceive of was the flawless beauty standing before him.. He felt his soul begin to drain from him. Slaanesh was thirsty. "Give her to me!" she whispered to him.

Jalaqier lunged forward. As he slammed into Yr'lendriel, the spikes of his armor tore at her teddy and pantyhose. She scoffed in breathy delight as her body slammed against the wooden door as it flew open. Jalaqier smeared the blood of her slave across her face as he forcibly pressed his lips against hers, shoving his tongue down her throat. Hers wrestled his back till they both gasped for breath, spewing spittle in each other's face. Yr'lendriel wrapped her legs around his waist, and Jalaqier began thrusting his jagged codpiece into her hips. Yr'lendriel whelped, desperately clutching at the back of Jalacier's neck as he did so.

Does it hurt? I hope it does, you damn whore. I'm going to make you bleed tonight.

"Yes!" Slaanesh howled.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Yr'lendriel pleaded.

Jalaqier didn't want to. He wanted to wrap his hands around her neck and choke the life out of her as his armored pelvis beat and broke hers into a ragged, bloody mess…he still he complied. Her nails were sharp enough to slit his throat, and he didn't even want to think about the recrimination he'd face from her noble house if she didn't kill him outright. Everyone in the galaxy, especially the Drukhari, knew the worst fate was to be taken alive in Commorraugh. So he obeyed.

"Woof woof," Slaanesh taunted him.

Yr'lendriel smiled and giggled as she rested her forehead against his. Jalaqier was unmoved. His face was as stone, though his eyes burned with a roaring hatred for this woman that used him as her play thing.

"Easy mutt," she breathily whispered, "Get in the room and take this hideous armor off."

With a grunt of discontent, Jalaqier obeyed. Yr'lendriel closed and locked the door. Jalaqier ripped off his pauldrons and gauntlets and tossed them across the room. They smashed into the top of her dresser, knocking over the candles she had lit, and shattering her antique mirror. Molten wax intermingled with shattered glass.

"Hey!" Yr'lendriel shouted, "What do you think you're doing?"

Jalaqier furrowed his brow and sneered back at her. Yr'lendriel's eyes lit up as a smile crept across her face. She poured herself a cup of wine and began sipping from her ornate, diamond encrusted goblet as she sat herself on the edge of the bed.

"Have you no artistry?" she playfully questioned, "Put on a performance for me, mutt."

Jalaqier hated her, but what else could he do. He didn't dare deny the vicious little princess. So he slowly peeled every piece of his plate armor off bit by bit, writhing his body more and more suggestively with each piece removed. Yr'lendriel started to breath heavy and twitch her legs as she watched. As Jalaqier ran his hands over his chiseled, lean, eight pack of abs; Yr'lendriel began to stroke her own neck and gripping at her breasts. She cooed in mounting pleasure and anticipation.

When Jalaqier had dispensed of the last articles of his clothing, standing bare as the day he was birthed, Yr'lendriel ran her free hand down across her own chiseled abs, into the valley between her thighs. As loathe as he was to admit it, Jalaqier loved making this snooty bitch squirm. A playful smile crept across his face as he took his girthy manhood into his hands.

"Ooooh…," Yr'lendriel coooed as she ran her fingers over the lips of her labia. She started to writhe up and down the more fiercely she stroked, panting more and more. The sight of her exquisite body in the throes of passion washed all other thoughts from his mind. His filthy blood rushed to his cock, engorging it to the size of a human infant's leg. All he wanted to do was fuck her like a demon.

"Do it!" Slaanesh commanded
"Get over here," Yr'lendriel demanded.

So Jalaqier stormed forward. He grabbed Yr'lendriel by her ankles and yanked her legs apart. As she fell back, the Drukhari princess lost grip on her chalice and spilt the wine on her bed.

"Look at mess you made, you filthy animal," she snarled through a smile.

Jalaqier smiled smugly before kissing one of her feet. Yr'lendriel yipped as he ripped her stocking to tatters as he worked his way down her longs legs. At various junctures she'd hold him back with the flat of her feet or knees, but her legs began to twitch as his lips kissed their way down her luscious thighs.

"Mmmm!" she moaned, clutching tightly to her breast in one hand and a fistful of blanket in the other. Jalaqier faintly chuckled as his head descended into her valley. His tongue flicked the lips of her clitoris. Her hot, sticky, sour juices washed over him. They made him hungry. Jalaqier animalistically licked her pussy like a predatory cat licking away the skin of its kill. "Ah! Uh-ah!" she moaned as she took fists full of his hair and pulled his face into her.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! D-d-don't-don't stop you filthy animal! Aww fuck, nyeaaaah-," she squealed till her breath was stolen from her in rapture of orgasm that sent her quivering.

Jalaqier pulled his head away from her divine valley, panting vehemently. He gathered his breath and looked at his lover's enchanting slit. The pink folds were but curtains for the all consuming black hole that lurked in every member of their race. The whispers of Slaanesh were silent. She Who Thirsts had been satiated. Though Jalaqier hadn't.

He took his fingers and traced them around her "curtains". He knew all to well what she wanted next. Usually he'd shove his two fingers into her as their noses brushed against one another as they held one another face to face. As his cock twitched on the verge of release, Jalaqier had no interest in blowing his seed across her stomach as he juices washed over his fingers. No, tonight he was giving her his baby.

He stood up, laid either hand on her thighs, laying her legs up his chest. "What do you think you're doing mutt?" Yr'lendriel snapped. Jalaqier said nothing in reply. He merely chuckled sinisterly as he leered down at her. Yr'lendriel knew what was about to happen. She opened her mouth to decry him but before she could get a word out, Jalaqier thrusted his full measure into her tight slit.

"Ah-fuck!" he howled. Her pussy felt divine as it squeezed his cock with every thrust of his hips. Yr'lendriel's eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she arched her back. She moaned in the throes of passion as he groaned, tightening his grip on her as he prepared to release. His penis quivered inside of her as it prepared to achieve fruition.

Then Yr'lendriel slide her to the side of Jalaqier, wraping her legs about his waist. Shen then threw herself forward, forcing her tongue into his mouth as she held his chin. Her momentum sent him tumbling backwards. Jalaqier smashed the flat of his back on her cold floor.

He winced from the impact. He opened his eyes to find Yr'lendriel glaring viridian daggers into his soul. She brushed her nose against his as she panted through gritted teeth.

"You want this?" she snarled as she started gyrating her hips as she rode atop him, tantalizing the tip of his cock as she held its head inside of her as she moved.
"Fuck yes, baby," he moaned as he wrapped his hands around her hips.
"You don't deserve this, you filthy mongrel."

Something inside Jalaqier snapped. For all the times this bitch had played with him, called him derogatory slurs in the middle of his ecstasy, and commanded him as if he was her pet, he had to do this. He no longer cared about the repercussions of denying her. He had to do this.

He seized her by the throat, pushing her back as he sat up. Yr'lendriel gasped for breath as his grip tightened on her throat. Then he threw her off him. As the Drukhari princess was left sprawled out on all her fours on the floor, gasping for breath, the incubi came from behind her. He mercilessly thrust himself into her, pulling her hips back in one hand while grabbing the scruff of her neck and shoving her face into the floor.

"If you want to call me a dog then I'll fuck you like a dog!" he howled.
"Nyeah!" she whelped as his hips slammed relentlessly into the meat of her ass.
"Shut up bitch! You fucking love it!"

Her pussy squeezed his cock even tighter, making him double over. Jalaqier held his head over her shoulder as he continued to vigorously pound away.

"I-uh uh uh uh-aw…" Yr'lendriel cried, closing her eyes tightly, "…aw fuck!"
"Tell me to obey, I fucking dare you!"
"H-how…how how how," she panted, "d-don't…"

Yr'lendriel gasped. Then she smiled, turned her head back and began adoringly kissing the side of Jalaqier's face.

"Don't you dare stop," she whispered to him.

At her command, Jalaqier began to fuck her harder than he had anyone ever before. He was awash in a glorious euphoria that his mind couldn't believe. Wait? She wants this? She wants my bestial seed defiling her womb?

"Give it to her," Slaanesh whispered.

So Jalaqier obeyed. In a rush of exhalated bliss, his cock pumped her quivering body full of his seed.

"Ah yeah, baby," Yr'lendriel cooed, "I fucking love it! Give me all of it!"

So Jalaqier obeyed and he gave her every drop of what he had till they both fell to the floor in a quivering mess of bodily fluids. Yr'lendriel lovingly wrapped herself around as they both panted wildly. Jalaqier laid their in a haze, tenderly caressing the curves of her body as her long hair served as a makeshift blanket of sorts.

Yr'lendriel kissed his neck as she nuzzled tightly against him. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to take command like a real man?" she asked.
"What?" Jalaqier snapped.
"Shut up dog," she said back as she closed her eyes.

The young incubi couldn't believe his ears. He had been certain that defying her carnal wishes would have been his end. Yet it appeared that in defying them he had only wildly fulfilled them greater than he ever had before. The fact that she actually wanted his seed, after years of toying with it, was unfathomable to him. She's a trueborn noble and I'm…a mutt. This has to be part of some greater con. Or could it be…

"Get in your kennel, monger," Yr'lendriel muttered to him.
"What! Wait…," he faltered.
"You know the routine. Get in you kennel. The master doesn't share a bed with their dog."
"But I-we-,"
"Oh! You sweet, stupid mutt," she said as she leaned in and kissed him, "master let you have a little more leash. Don't make her get the whip."

A devious smile crept across her face as her eyes blazed with a zeal that practically shouted, "please do."

There it is. Jalaqier felt the nascent fluttering of his heart suddenly cease and plumet to the ground. The heartbroken fool crawled into the open cage at the side of her bed, like he always did. Yr'lendriel pouted her lips and sneered as she stood up. She sighed heavily as she shook her head. Then she wandered over, closed the door, and locked it tight.

"Night night, my sweet mutt," she said to Jalaqier as she reached her hand in and patted his head.

Then she climbed into her bed with a huff. With a snap of her fingers all the lights in the room extinguished themselves. The unending screams of the Dark City wafted through her window as she drifted off to sleep.

Jalaqier stewed in silence as he laid there curled up against the cold bars. Even though his body had been fully rejuvenated from Slaanesh's hungering, he still felt empty inside. For a brief moment he was stupid enough to let himself believe there was something more to Yr'lendriel's obsession with him. He dared to believe that it may be some manner of genuine affection. But at day's end he should have known better and drifted off to sleep on a bitter thought.

Why would some like her actually care for somebody like you?