Primarch Pleasure Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/50357149.
Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: F/M Fandom: Warhammer 40.000 Characters: The Primarchs (Warhammer 40.000), Slaanesh (Warhammer 40.000), Original
Male Character(s), Emperor of Mankind (Warhammer 40.000) Additional Tags: Rule 63, Large Breasts, Large Cock, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Rough
Sex, Okay maybe a little plot Language: English Stats: Published: 2023-09-26 Updated: 2023-12-28 Words: 47,091 Chapters: /tags/Okay%20maybe%20a%20little%20plot
Primarch Pleasure by Disciple_of_Slaanesh
Summary
As the Great Crusade rages on, the Gods of Chaos plot the Empress of Mankind's downfall. All save Slaanesh, who is pissed her brothers won't let her join. So, she'll have a favorite Daemon Prince of hers show the Empress's daughters a good time instead.
Notes
Picture by /users/Disciple_of_Slaanesh/pseuds/Disciple_of_Slaanesh
The Beginning of the End (Alphara Omega)
It is the 31st millennium and humanity is at the precipice of reclaiming the galaxy for itself once more after 5,000 years of ruin and discord. The Empress of Mankind leads her mighty Imperium, the greatest human empire that has ever or will ever exist, on a Great Crusade. Across the stars, her legions of devout soldiers and followers have claimed planet after planet in her name. Her efforts are spearheaded by the immortal Astartes, the fearless Space Marine legions and each legion is led by its Primarch, one of the Empress's 18 perfect demigod clone-daughters. With each victory, the Imperium expands ever forward and drives back the foul xenos that have plagued humanity for millennia. But it is not just the aliens that the Imperium has driven back. After millions of years on the outskirts, the deathless denizens of the hellish alter-reality known as the Warp were finally given a chance to claim the Materium for their Dark Masters and now their divine rule is being threatened once again. The Gods of Chaos, the Ruinous Powers and their Daemonic hordes now plot to stop the Empress before her Imperium denies them what is rightfully theirs: the very cosmos themselves. All of the Ruinous Powers are now united under Chaos Undivided and will see the Empress's vision of humanity supreme crumble under her feet.
All, that is, save one.
Slaanesh, She-Who-Thirsts, the Dark Prince, and Chaos God of Excess and Perfection was not happy. In fact, she was very, very far from happy. She was outright pissed. Why, you might ask? Well, it was simple. Her STUPID older brothers refused to let her in on the fun of planning the downfall of humanity! HER! She was the one who destroyed the Aeldari Pantheon, the same pantheon that had her brothers sucking their thumbs for 65 million years. When she was just a newborn too!
Khorne, that uncultured meathead, said she was unfit for glorious battle. Yeah right, he was still just salty because she was the one who killed Khaine and not him. You had eons to have a go at him, you uninspired thug! It was hardly her fault Khorne waited until things had gone tits up that he made his move.
Tzeentch, the slimy dwarf, said she was too easily distracted for long-term planning. Well excuse her for wanting to live in the moment! It was better than getting lost in some labyrinthian wonderland of red tape and schemes piling on schemes.
And Nurgle, Nurgle! He was the WORST! The grody old crow told her to wait until she was older. Old? Old? She'll never be old and gross like you, Old Man. The oldest she would allow herself to be was peak MILF/DILF territory, thank you very much. Slaanesh knew that Nurgle knew that she knew the real reason he didn't want her involved was because he was afraid that she'd take Isha away from him. Slaanesh deserved the Eldar goddess way more than Nurgle did! His ancient tongue couldn't properly savor the nature goddess the same way Slaanesh's refined palate could. Sigh, she really should have taken her time with the rest of the pantheon, but being born made her just so hungry! Now Khaine's basically a blood-dripping mosaic, she didn't know where the Hell the Clown was, and Isha's perfect ripeness was being wasted on a God who hadn't seen his feet in 100 million years.
Within the refracted and geometric perfection that was her Palace of Pleasure, the God(ess) stewed and seethed with poise, grace and unfathomable fury. Finally, she took a deep (if unnecessary) breath, exhaling a seductive perfume from her pillowy lips. Parking her perfectly plush pink rear on her extravagant throne, Slaanesh smirked to herself as a deliciously devious thought came to her.
"Fine," she muttered, her voice a melodic sonnet. "If my brothers don't want me to play the game with them, I'll just flip the board from right under their noses."
And she knew just who would help her.
Baren, Daemon Prince of her most perfected being, flew as fast as his great wings could carry him to Slaanesh's opulent throne room. Her most desirableness was never to be kept waiting after all. Within the cavernous chamber, sat the mountainous form of Slaanesh and even Baren could not help but leer at her flawless form. Not that the Prince minded of course, arching her back so that her servant might better gaze at her moon-sized bosom.
After a few more moments of appreciative eyeing, Baren bowed low to his liege, his bison-like horns nearly brushing against the spotless diamond floor. "You have summoned me, my perfection?" he asked, voice low and smoky.
The Goddess smiled, a smile that had turned countless lesser beings to stone. "Yes, my sweet pet." She simpered. With a curling finger, she gestured for him to draw closer. As Baren neared the throne, he was startled as both it and Slaanesh herself shrunk down. Now slightly shorter than her towering servant, the Goddess playfully bumped her wide hips into Baren, knocking him onto her own throne. Before he could recover, she bounced her ass onto his lap, using the dragon-like daemon as her seat. Instinctively, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist, pulling his lord against his broad chest. Slaanesh didn't mind, and even leaned back into her subject's muscular form, her perfumed pink locks tickling his nose as she did.
"What troubles you, my master?" Baren asked, thoughts heady from Slaanesh's incomprehensible scent.
"Mmm, my stupid big brothers won't let me play their game," She whined, gazing up at her pet. Fluttering her six amethyst eyes at the daemon, she continued. "Won't you help me ruin their precious schemes, Baren?"
The daemon nodded instantly. "Of course, you're flawlessness. What ever you desire, I will do everything in my power to make come true."
Slaanesh grinned, flashing rows of pearly white needle-like teeth. "Goody, because I want you to corrupt a few of their toys." Waving a lithe arm, the goddess summoned a visage of the Empress's 18 clone daughters. She shivered in ecstasy as her servant let out a bestial purr at the sight, his eyes hungrily devouring every inch of the Primarchs' voluptuous Amazonian physiques. Not even their elaborate power armor could hide the curves of their hips and breasts from the daemon's lusty gaze. "You remember Revelation, don't you, Baren?"
The daemon licked his lips with a forked tongue. "How could I forget?" He asked. "She was a delight."
"Good to know, because these lovely young women are her daughters, all of them warlords and generals, all doing their best to make mommy proud with hardly a moment for themselves." Grasping her servant's chin, she directed his gaze back to her. "Baren, my pet, won't you do the gentlemanly thing and show these poor overworked girls a good time." Pouting her oh-so kissable lips, Slaanesh added, practically purring. "No play and all work will make them very dull and what a waste of pleasure that will be."
Baren smiled at his master. "Of course, my liege. Your will shall be done."
"Good," Slaanesh said, grinding her big behind into Baren's lap. As one his hands drew close to one of her fat perky tits, she seized him by the wrist. "Because I would just be so disappointed if you failed." Glaring sharply at her pet, Slaanesh's grip worked some unknowable magic and the muscled and scaled hand slowly reverted to its once mortal form. "And you know what happens when I'm disappointed. Don't you, Baren?"
Baren nodded rapidly, watching in terror as his arm slowly withered into unfeeling stone. "Y-yes, of course, most perfect one, I understand entirely."
The Chaos princess glared at him a few moments more, before finally dropping his arm. "Good," she said perkily, standing up from her lap-seat. Pulling her servant up off her throne, she playfully smacked him on the back with a dazzling smile. "Now go and show those princesses a good time."
With a wave of her hand, Slaanesh tore open a portal through the thin membrane that separated the Warp from Real-Space, one that led directly to the underbelly of the Alpha, the flagship of Primarch Alphara Omega's Alpha Legion. Already, Baren could see the voluptuous Primarch disrobing, revealing her flawless skin and fantastic curves. Unfurling his great wings, Baren flew into the portal and after his first delectable target, the tear snapping closed behind him as he did.
Stripping herself of her ornate and scaled armor, the Primarch Alphara stepped into the shower pod. As the hot water cascaded down her naked, creamy flesh, she sighed. Her sisters and her maybe physically incapable of being exhausted, but that didn't mean they couldn't feel absolutely drained after a long campaign. Lathering the soap, she washed away the dirt, sweat and blood that managed to get through the microscopic seams in her armor. Alphara closed her eyes and let herself become numb to the world for a brief moment. This respite might be unbecoming of a Primarch, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it.
Behind the steamed-up glass of the shower tower, a figure silently stalked closer to the unaware demigoddess. With unnatural stealth, the door was slowly and silently opened, and the figure stepped inside the shower with Alphara. Still oblivious to the fact that she was no longer alone, Alphara let the water wash away the soap as the figure behind her raised its arms…
"Gah!"
Alphara's eyes shot open as her heavy breasts were seized from behind by a strong grip. Squealing as her big titties were squeezed, Alphara just barely breaking out of her attacker's pawing grip, and the livid Primarch spun around and faced her own face grinning back at her.
"Alphara!" She hissed, covering up her soapy chest as her doppelganger howled with laughter. Taking the bar of soap, the Primarch threw it at the look-a-like's head. "That's. Not. Funny!"
Doubling over, the other Alphara easily dodged the soapy projectile, still snickering. "I-I'm sorry," she gasped for breath, grinning from ear to ear. Standing back up, she playfully shoved the old Alphara. "But you have to admit, it was a little funny, Omega." Indeed, what most of the Imperium – including their own sister Primarchs – was unaware of, was that Alphara Omega, Primarch of the Alpha Legion was not one single person, but rather a pair of Primarch twins: Alphara and Omega.
"I am not in the mood, Alphara." The now identified Omega growled at her sister. She lowered her hands from her bust with a huff as Alphara grabbed the soap. Wrapping her arms around her twin from behind, Alphara pressed her lips to Omega's ear.
"Aw, but don't you want me to get all those hard-to-reach places?" She cooed.
Blushing from her sister's teasing, Omega shoved Alphara away. "Shouldn't you be bathing in the communal showers with our daughters? Being up here risks blowing your identity."
Lathering herself with the soap, Alphara rolled her eyes at her sister. "Oh, little sister, I've been playing this game longer than there's been a crusade. Believe me, no one will notice if I don't want them to."
"That still doesn't explain why you're here?" Omega pointed out; hands parked on her svelte hips.
Alphara shrugged. "I needed a nice, hot, personal shower after being in the trenches all day and watching the Iron Warriors make a mess of things."
"At least you didn't have to put up with Petra's whining." Omega muttered. "What was Isis thinking, assigning us to help her campaign?" Their sister, Petra, was the Primarch of the Iron Warriors legion. Like the nearly all the rest of their sisters, Petra looked down at Alphara and Omega's underhanded tactics as being dishonorable. Unlike the rest of their sisters, Petra didn't have much room to talk as her tactics let what should be quick, clean campaigns drag out into messy, multi-month-long trench warfare.
"Perhaps she wanted the objective done without losing 40% of our forces," Alphara suggested, rinsing soap off her luscious legs. "But come morning, we'll have to switch, and Petra becomes my problem again." Smirking as she rubbed soap on her prominent breasts, Alphara swiftly tweaked her own nipples. Omega instantly gasped and covered her own chest.
"Stop that," she hissed. Alphara only grinned slyly and immediately flicked her clit. Omega let out a soft moan, pressing her hands against her crotch. "Al-Alphara, I mean it."
"Mmm, but you make such cute noises, Omega."
It was not only Alphara and Omega's faces that were identical. From birth, the two shared a close connection that linked them in spirit and body. It was to the point that instead of saying they were two Primarchs, it was more accurate to say that they were one Primarch split in two bodies. Grinning at her sister, Alphara begin vigorously rubbing her pussy, moaning as Omega nearly doubled over in pleasure. Stumbling forward, Omega grabbed her twin's shoulders to steady herself, moaning and whining as Alphara ruthlessly stared her down.
"Alp-Alphara, p-please-"
"Hmm? Please, please what, little sister?" Alphara taunted, now toying with her e-cup tits as she rubbed her pussy. "Please let you cum your brains out?" Snaking her arm out, Alphara seized Omega by her fat ass and dragged her closer. Their massive, shiny tits rubbing against each other, and their lips centimeters were apart.
"I…I…" Omega gasped, her pillowy lips shining and eyes wide. She could feel her orgasm coming closer. So close, so close, so close…
Then it stopped.
In an instant, Alphara let go of her tit and pussy and Omega was left stunned as her orgasm was denied. Pushing Omega away, Alphara strutted out of the shower pod, her wide hips swinging. Glancing over her shoulder at her still-frozen twin sister, she called out. "Come one, Omega, we have to go to bed."
Silently, Omega obeyed and followed her sister to their shared quarters, her eyes locked on Alphara's bouncing ass.
Still smirking to herself, Alphara bent over the bed with an exaggerated pose that made her already fat ass stand out even further. Maybe she'll be nice tomorrow and let poor Omega cu-
SMACK!
Alphara shot straight up with a moan, her big rear stinging from the painful spank. Spinning on her heel, Alphara glared at a stunned Omega rubbing her own large behind. Rolling her eyes, Alphara said, "Alright Omega, we've had our fun, but now it's time for bed."
But Omega only shook her head. "That wasn't me!" She protested.
Crossing her arms, Alphara glared at her sister. Uh huh, well if it wasn't you, then who could it be? I didn't do it and there's no one else he-AH!"
SMACK!
Once again, a meaty spank shot out through the room, leaving both Primarchs' asses red and bouncing. Except, Alphara had been looking directly at Omega and at no point had her sister raised her hand.
"Mmm, twins and you share a bed? Oh, I'm going to have fun with you two." A voice, a man's voice, low and smoky, rang out from seemingly nowhere.
"Who on Terra said that?" Omega demanded, reaching for her Pale Spear. Before she could grab it, an invisible hand seized her by her big ass just as Alphara had done earlier and pulled her away. An unseen force dragged her forward until she was pressed up against something she couldn't see, but felt hard and leathery. Across from her Omega saw that Alphara was in a similar position, and she was startled to an imprint on her sister's ass that resembled a large six-fingered hand.
Struggling against the unseen force, Alphara called out in fury. "Where are you? What the hell are y-guh!" The twin Primarchs both groaned as a large, clawed finger dug into their sensitive pussies and aggressively toyed with them.
The same voice from before chuckled. "Why, I'm right here." From seemingly thin air, a humanoid form appeared, taking the shape of tall and muscular man with light purple scaly skin. Neither sister could deny that the man was incredibly handsome, but his features were warped with dark onyx-colored eyes, a pair of long, bull-like horns growing from his head, a large pair of leathery, bat-like wings sprouting from his upper back and a long, serpentine tail that ended in the shape of a spade.
"As for who I am, well," he continued, even as Alphara and Omega shivered and shook from his rough treatment of their sensitive pussies. "I am called Baren, but you two can call me Master, Sir, or…" Grabbing their asses roughly, he shoved them towards the bed and licked his lips with a long, forked tongue as their naked bodies collapsed onto it with an enticing jiggle. "Daddy," he finished, hungrily eyeing the twin sisters. Their bodies were leaner than their sisters, not exactly scrawny, but svelte.
Omega was the first to recover. Leaping off the bed, she grabbed her spear and charged the Daemon. Before she even got close though, her discarded boots and gauntlets flew from the ground
and clamped themselves onto her hands and feet. With a wave of his hand, Baren launched Omega back onto the bed and though she struggled and cursed, the weight of her armor had seemingly increased exponentially, to the point that not even she could lift her arms or legs.
"None of that now, you'll have to wait your turn, Omega," he chastised. Turning towards Alphara, Baren was nearly decapitated as the enraged Primarch swung her chainsword Storm's Teeth at the Daemon's head, only for him to just barely dodge out of the way. Alphara continued swinging her sword, but each time Baren artfully dodged. "Really now, aren't we passed this, Alphara?" He asked as her latest swing left her stumbling past him, giving him the opportunity to smack her pussy with the tip of his tail.
""Gah!"" Both Alphara and Omega gasped, shivering in unwanted pleasure. Baren grinned and struck. With his hands darting forward, he seized Alphara's busty chest by her nipples and twisted. "Oh," she groaned, while on the bed, Omega hissed, straining against her makeshift shackles. Pulling her tight against his chest, Baren pressed his lips against her ear.
"You really should stop, you know," His tongue slithered out and took a long lick of Alphara's sweating face. "I promise that it'll feel much sweeter when you do."
Alphara panted, shivering as her back was pressed flushed against the Daemon's broad, muscular chest. "N-never," she gasped as he eagerly toyed with her massive tits.
"Oh, but never's such a long time," Baren whispered. Spinning Alphara around until she was facing him, the Daemon grinned ferally into her wide eyes. "Let's see if I can't speed up the process?" Opening his mouth wide, a thick red mist seeped out of his razor-toothed jaws and into Alphara's nose. Instantly, a boiling heat poured into her belly and between her thighs as her heart began to race. On the bed, poor, trapped Omega could only writhe and whimper as that same unbearable heat flooded her body.
Pushing Alphara away, Baren watched in smug satisfaction as she feebly tried to raise her sword. In the end, it pitifully fell to the floor and Alphara followed soon after as her wobbly legs gave way. Staring up at the Daemon as approached, Alphara whined as he undid the belt holding up his hide trousers and gasped as his massive cock was revealed to her.
"T-T-Terra," Alphara whimpered as Baren grabbed her by her white side-cut hair, his 18inch cock slowly drawing closer to her tight little mouth. Th-this couldn't be happening. It wasn't happening! She was Alphara, one of the Primarchs, a daughter of the Empress of Mankind! S-she wasn't some hive city whore who got on her knees for big, nasty cocks. She wasn't! She-she needed to think! Needed to concentrate! There had to be something, some other angle she could approach from! There had to be!
"No," she pleaded, shaking her head desperately as that big cock drew near. "No, no, no, no, no no, GAGKH!!"
It was too late. Baren slid his big daemon cock into Alphara's hot little mouth with a satisfied groan. He slowly pulled her head back before ramming his cock even further down her gullet. On the bed, Omega continued to moan and hiss, her mouth forced open by her connection to her twin. She could feel and taste everything Alphara could. Ohhh, oh Terra, why did he have to taste so good? Tongue lolling out, her armored hands gripped the bed sheets and her neck pantomimed being forced forward and back.
"Gagkh. Gagkh. Gagkh. Gagkh."
Meanwhile, poor helpless Alphara was trapped between Heaven and Hell. Her wet hot mouth was being used to pleasure this monster's nasty dick, her neck bulging obscenely whenever he took her all the way down to the base, which was quiet often. All the while, her poor, vulnerable cunny was being constantly teased and tormented by his tail, it's spade tip flicking and toying with her sensitive clit. Above her, Baren threw his head back and groaned as he got closer. Mmm, this little slut had such a nice mouth. He couldn't wait to see how the rest of her sisters compared.
His thrusts grew faster and faster and even with as little personal experience as Alphara new what was about to happen. Weakly, she slapped at his thrusting hips. Her strength, the kind that could break boulders and shatter ceramite, had fled her completely as soon as she breathed in that intoxicating mist. "Oh…oh, yesss!" Baren hissed as at last, his hot, sticky cum flooded Alphara's awaiting mouth. She squealed and whimpered as her mouth was overrun with the daemon's nasty, tasty semen. At the same time, his tail practically pierced her wet pussy, causing Alphara and Omega alike to completely wail in orgasmic despair.
Baren slowly pulled his still-hard cock from Alphara's overwhelmed mouth, unswallowed remnants of his seed, spilling down her chin and onto her heaving e-cup rack. She looked up at her conqueror with shimmering green doe eyes. Baren grinned maliciously and yanked Alphara onto her feet by her hair. Dragging her over to the bed, he threw Alphara's body on top of her still-restrained sister. Omega looked alarmed at her sister's ahegaod face, as Baren spread her legs apart, leaving her poor pussy quivering before his giant cock.
"Alphara! Sister! Sister! Don't let him do this to us! You have to resist!" She pleaded. Alphara merely groaned. Looming over her, Baren chuckled. Raising his massive hand, he brutally brought it down onto Alphara's fat ass, causing her to cry out as her rear jiggled.
"Don't worry about Alphara, Omega," he said, grabbing the twin by her wide hips. "You girls like to play infiltrator, don't you? Well, I'm just teaching you both about the honey trap." Pressing the tip of his throbbing cock against Alphara's cunny, Baren purred. "Mmm, and her honey looks oh so SWEET!" At the word 'sweet', Baren rammed his massive cock balls deep in Alphara's tight pussy.
""GAAHH!!!"" Alphara and Omega both cried out as the shared feeling of a massive cock splitting them open overwhelmed their senses. Grabbing Alphara by her hair, Baren forced Omega to look at her sister's blissed out face as his hips repeatedly slapped against her big Primarch ass.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ohhh TERRAAA!!!" Alphara moaned, unable to restrain herself as the Daemon had his way with her. Omega watched in horrified awe before she realized something. Baren was so focused on…on… on plowing her sister, that he let his focus on restraining her slip. Slipping free of her gauntlets, Omega rolled out from under her sister's rocking body. In her panicked state, she made no attempt to grab a weapon and simply crawled behind Baren.
"G-g-get off her. Get off her, you filthy monster!"
Flinging her arms around his broad shoulders, she pressed her busty body against his back, desperately trying to pull him off her moaning sister. It was no use though; this lusty monster had left them both soooo weak. All Omega could do was weakly tug at him and pathetically beg him to leave her poor sister alone. To anyone looking in from the outside, it would've looked like she was egging him on, pressing her big titties against his back and massaging his muscular body as he ravaged her sister.
"Please," she begged into his ear. "Please, please don't. Just leave me and my sister alone. Please!"
Baren just ignored her, too focused on completely wrecking Alphara's pussy to care about what Omega had to say. His tail, on the other hand, was more than capable of tending to what he thought Omega wanted. With inhuman precision, the spade tip pressed against Omega's weeping cunny. Eyes widening, Omega moaned in despair as that nasty tail tormented her. This combined with the horrible pleasure from their bond, was the final nail in the coffin for Alphara Omega.
""Ooohhh….Oh-Oh-OH TERRAAA!"" They wailed as their poor pussies exploded in synchronized orgasmic pleasure. Omega collapsed against Baren's muscular back as Alphara's eyes rolled back into her head. With a triumphant roar, Baren absolutely flooded Alphara's pussy with his nasty daemon cum. The sheer onslaught of sticky white semen seeped out of Alphara, covering the bed in the scent of Baren's delicious musk. Throwing Omega on top of her dazed sister, Baren seized his massive cock and furiously jerked it over their curvy bodies. The sisters whimpered and gripped each other as that daemon cock burst out one last massive well of nasty white cum all over them as they finally passed out from pleasure.
Baren panted, standing triumphant over his latest conquests. Beneath his burning gaze, the symbol of Slaanesh appeared on Alphara and Omega's bodies, each wearing the sigil on one of their pendulous breasts. He grinned viciously as the Hydra of the Alpha Legion appeared on each of his wrists, cementing his claim of them both. One – well, two actually – down, 17 more to go. One by one, each of the Empress of Mankind's slutty daughters would break and be loyal vassals of the Dark Prince. He would make sure of it.
Sinning in the Shadows (Corva Corax)
Chapter Summary
The 27th Expedition Fleet is set to add another world to the Imperium Of Mankind's dominion. Leading her Raven Guard into battle, nothing can distract Primarch Corva Corax from reclaiming this corner of humanity for her mother's empire. Nothing except perhaps Baren with an invitation to the Mile-High Club.
Chapter Notes
Picture by cnmbwjx
In the western fringes of known galactic space, in what was known among the Imperium of Man as Segmentum Pacificus, the 27th Expedition Fleet had recently landed on a verdant and heavily forested planet that for the time being was dubbed 27-5, the 5th planet brought to compliance by the 27th Expedition Fleet. At least, it would be when the planet was actually brought to compliance. Much to the frustration of the expedition leaders, the small human society on 27-5 was being particularly stubborn in their resistance to join with the Imperium. As a consequence, it fell to Corva Corax, liberator of the planet Lycaeus, expedition commander and Primarch of the 19th – or Raven Guard – Legion of Astartes to bring the word into submission.
What was unknown to Corva at the time, however, was that a being far older than even the Imperium was also present on 27-5 and was looking forward to bringing the Raven Lady herself to submission.
The Daemon Prince of Slaanesh know to the wider universe as Baren grinned to himself as he watched his latest quarry soar through the air like the ravens she styled herself after. With the grace of a dancer, she dived into the writhing mass of rebel fighters, her power talons and razor-sharp wings of adamantium tearing through meat and bone faster than any butcher's knife. The enemy combatants were sprayed with clouds of bloody mist and still warm and dripping chunks of flesh, all while her beak-nosed daughters clad in their black and white armor tore into the enemy line with thundering bolter rounds and humming electrically charged power claws. Cora soared back into the cover of the clouds as the rebels futilely tried keeping their line of sight on her, before she dived again and once more ripped bloody swathes of rebel soldiers away in a whirlwind of razor-sharp adamantium. Baren watched Corva work her magic with the same level of appreciation as one admiring an inspired work of art. Slipping into his invisible form, Baren stalked his way toward the 27th's communication hub. He had let his eagerness to sink his teeth into the Primarchs overwhelm him before. It was by good fortune that his hungry pursuit had blindsided the scheming Alphara Omega. By not giving them any room to plot or even really analyze the situation they were in, he
had left them vulnerable and ripe for the picking. That wouldn't work forever and so he no choice but to rear in his impulses and actually study his prey before he could start hunting them. Not many of his 'peers' had the same restraint, but Baren was better than they were. He had earned his daemonhood and now the Goddess herself trusted him with a task that could make or break her supremacy amongst the Ruinous Powers.
Phasing into the large room, Baren was immediately assaulted with the sights and sounds of a command center. The buzzing and blinking of communications array, the busy bodies of officers and servo-skulls. Looking around, he tried to find his target…there. A high-ranking intelligence officer, a lieutenant with direct access to Corva herself. Moving forward, unseen by all, Baren snuck up behind the officer and struck. In an instant, his incorporeal form merged into the living flesh of the officer. The unwitting puppet collapsed forward, barely holding himself up as Baren's daemonic presence drowned out the weak mortal's mind and will, and for the first time in millennia, Baren was reminded of what it was like to be human. He was also reminded of how horrible it was, being forced to reign in his magnificent and arcane presence and leave it stuck in this mundane and fleshy meat suit. Stolen lungs took in the musty air of the communications room and a stolen mouth grinned in a way it never had before.
Still, there were some very, very simple pleasures that came from a material form. The Baren- Officer cracked its neck, enjoying the sounds of its bones popping. It's been so long since he had last possessed a physical body, he'd almost forgotten what it was like to be mortal. Why, he could almost call it…nostalgic. The Baren-Officer shook its head, there was no time to waste by going and waxing poetical about his misspent youth. He had a Primarch to lewd after all. Using the possessed officer's knowledge, the Baren-Officer operated the vox-caster in front of it, directly putting itself in contact with Corva's personal comm-link. After a moment of anticipation, Corva Corax answered.
"Report, lieutenant." Her voice was soft, barely even a whisper. It made sense, of course. Corva Corax was not an iterator. She didn't make grand sweeping speeches or bellowing war cries. She was a creature of shadow, a predator lingering in the darkness. She made near-silent threats and gave hushed orders. Baren would enjoy making this raven scream for him.
"We've just gotten a report of something of critical information from the advanced scouts in the field, my lady," the Baren-Officer spoke, its voice warped from two beings speaking as one. "We believe that we've discovered the headquarters of one of the local guerilla forces. The coordinates are…" The location he gave her was far from any of the major battle sites and locations. Somewhere nice and isolated where they could be uninterrupted. He had his trap set up, now all that was left was to see whether his prey took the bait or not.
"Good work, lieutenant. I'll begin investigating immediately. Corax out." She did. The Baren- Officer grinned. Baren abandoned his flesh-host, leaving the poor man to collapse onto the vox- caster, gasping for breath and desperately trying to understand what just happen. The daemon paid him no mind, instead flying away from the communications hub and heading straight toward he knew the unwary Corva was heading. The little bird was flying straight toward his trap, and he was hungry for his prize.
Corva Corax was not having a fun time recently. It all started a few standard Terran months ago following the end of the Ullanor Crusade. Over the course of five years, the largest Ork empire that the Imperium had ever encountered had been toppled. It had taken 1,000,000 Astartes, 250,000,000 Imperial army soldiers, 500 titans from the Legio Mortis and 6,000 warships from the Imperial Armada to take the planet from the Greenskins, but it had been done. Corva hadn't had the fortune
of being their herself. She, like most of her sisters, had been continuing the Great Crusade while Isis, Romilly, and Tuya aided their mother in beating back the Orks. The Imperium's complete victory at Ullanor had been celebrated with the construction of a great triumph, a standing monument that embodied the greatest victory of the Crusade yet. By all accounts, it should have been the greatest moment of the Imperium of Man's history and it would have been. Had something that no one, not even Sanguinia or that butcher Curze could have foreseen. Their mother, the Empress of Mankind had declared that she would be returning to Terra for the foreseeable future and that command of the Great Crusade was to be passed onto Isis along with her new title of Warmaster. The declaration had taken them all by surprise, and had caused some not so surprising tension between Isis and the rest of the Primarchs, including Corva herself.
It wasn't as though Corva thought that she should have been Warmaster instead, not like Nala, Runa, or Freya did. No, Corva was aware of her strengths and such leadership wasn't one of them. In that regard, Isis was the obvious choice, save maybe Sanguinia or Romilly. No, what bothered Corva was how Isis implemented her and her Raven Guard during her campaigns. One such battle had been devastating for the Raven Guard's numbers, even after she tried suggesting an alternative strategy to Isis that might have better suited the 19th and their strengths. Isis had only ignored her and followed through with her own designs, and since then Corva had done everything in her power to keep her distance from the Warmaster and her plans.
Now Corva was facing a different problem entirely. The planet dubbed 27-5 seemed to be the ideal planet to incorporate into the Imperium. Hospitable with a pleasant temperate atmosphere and heavily forested, and a sizeable human population inhabiting a fairly advanced civilization. By all accounts, this should have been easy, all she had to do was convince the planetary government to join the Imperium and move on. Except, they refused. It had always been a possibility, even likelihood, that they would and Corva was aware of that. But it also meant that now Corva had no choice but to invade. By the Empress's decree, all of humanity must be united under the Imperium, whether they wanted to or not. And now Corva was forced to play a role she hated – that of a conqueror. Corva Corax was not a conqueror, she was liberator. She had been ever since she overthrew the tyrannical Tech-Lords of Lycaeus. Going from planet to planet, liberating enslaved humans from xeno tyranny and breaking the chains of the oppressed was what Corva was born to do. Being forced to be the oppressor left a bad taste in her mouth.
Still, she enforced her mother's decree, even if she didn't like it. So, there she was; flying in and out of the writhing mass of rebellious soldiers trying – and failing – to either hit her or fend off the encroaching line of Raven Guard Astartes. Her power talons and adamantium wings tore through bone and flesh with ease, leaving mangled and severed corpse to fall to the ground in sprays of blood as she soared back up the heavens. After a while, the enemy forces eventually routed, falling back as her Raven Guard continued to fire upon their fleeing forms. Corva slowly descended back to the ground, blood dripping from her talons and wings. Sighing, Corva prepared to order her daughters to return to home base. She really wanted this war to be over with soon so she could go back to fighting wars she actually supported. Before she could give the order for her marines to leave, her comm-link went off suddenly. Confused, Corva checked the messages origins and was surprised to find it coming from one of the expedition's chief lieutenants. She hadn't been expecting a report any time soon, had there been a development?
Opening the line, Corva answered. "Report, lieutenant."
The lieutenant's voice came through after a brief moment. "We've just gotten a report of something of critical information from the advanced scouts in the field, my lady." Was there something…off about the lieutenant's voice? It almost sounded as though it was being reverberated, as if he was
speaking inside an empty and vast chamber. Hmm, perhaps her vox-link had been damaged at some point, she would have to bring her vox-caster to the tech-marines among her legion to check for any issues. "We believe that we've discovered the headquarters of one of the local guerilla forces. The coordinates are…" Corva's eyes widened as she listened. There was a possibility that the headquarters of one of the guerrilla factions had been discovered. If this was true, this could see the war severely shortened. "Good work, lieutenant. I'll begin investigating immediately. Corax out."
Corva's adamantium wings unfurled and she once more took to the skies. She left one of her captains to finish mopping up the aftermath of the battle while she pursued the newest lead. It was a bit foolish perhaps to go after the guerrillas on her own, but she was Primarch. It wasn't as if she actually needed a bodyguard. Besides, she really wanted this conflict over with. After about an hour or two of flying, Corva had reached roughly around the area where the coordinates led. It was deep in one of 27-5's many, massive forests. With trees as tall and as thick as towers stretching up to the heavens. She was just about to start searching in earnest when something just out the corner of her eye slithered past. Spinning around, Corva was surprised to see nothing there. She was ready to dismiss it when it happened again. Something with a long tail once again brushed past just out of her line of sight. "What this hell?" What was going on? She glanced around the forest again and once again, she found absolutely nothi-
"Hey there."
Corva Corax would never ever confess to being startled, but that was perhaps the closest she had ever come to it in some time. Standing right in front of her where she was completely certain there had been just empty air before was…well, she wasn't sure just what it was. It looked like a man, an admittedly rather handsome man at that, but it was wrong. It had light purple skin that stretched over its muscular form. Its eyes were dark pits of onyx, not unlike Corva's own. Itt had horns too. A pair of large bull-like horns and a tail with a spade-shaped tip and hands with six-fingers. Strangest of all, it had wings. Not replica of wings like Corva's or even true, feathered wings like Sanguinia. The thing had a pair of large, leathery wings keeping it level with Corva dozens of feet in the air.
As Corva took in Baren's form, the daemon prince happily returned the favor. Corva Corax was a hauntingly beautiful sight to watch. Her pitch-black and shining silver armor unfortunately kept him from fully appreciating her figure, but that would change soon. Instead, he focused on her face and was not disappointed. Her pale, angelic face with its dark eyes and cupid-bow lips was framed by a curtain of midnight-black hair. Those same lips frowned at him in distaste.
"There were no reports of xenos inhabiting this planet."
Baren grinned, amused at the Primarch's silly little mistake. "Oh, I'm not a local," he corrected, circling around her like a predator circles its prey, all while she watched him warily. "My name's Baren. I'm just visiting, just like you." He paused briefly and shrugged. "Well, maybe not just like you. After all, you're here for business and I'm…" He took a moment to leer at Corva, licking his lips with her serpent-like tongue. "I'm here for pleasure."
The Raven Lady glared at him; she knew what that hungry look in his eyes meant. It wasn't exactly hard to guess just what kind of 'pleasure' this not-xeno wanted from her. Corva activated her power talons, she wasn't about to let him have her without a fight. "Try something," she growled, baring her talons. "and I promise that you won't live long enough to regret it." To her frustration, he only laughed.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to make promises that you can't keep?" He asked. Without even waiting for Corva's scathing reply, Baren shot forward. The daemon's sheer speed completely took the Primarch off-guard. Before Corva could even make a move to defend herself, Baren knocked her out of the air and pressed her up against one of the massive trees surrounding them. Pinned to the tree, Corva could only glare up at the smirking daemon, his towering frame even taller than even her. Snarling, she tried to rip into him with her power talons, only for him to grab her wrists and pin them above her. He worked his unknown magics, and Corva watched in dismay as her taloned gauntlets came apart, falling far to the ground below. The rest of her armor soon followed, piece by piece they each came undone, left to drift down to the forest floor, until Corva was dressed in nothing but her black bodysuit.
Baren happily took in the sight, the form fitting bodysuit tightly hugged Corva's voluptuous body, doing far more for her large breasts and wide hips than her armor had. "Enjoy yourself, bastard," Corva hissed. "I'm going to kill you the second I get the chance."
The daemon rolled his eyes. "Relax," he muttered. Opening his mouth, he breathed a thick, pink mist into the air. The second Corva breathed in the fog, something in her shifted. She gasped, as her nipples hardened, and a wetness grew between her thighs. Something warm sprouted in her belly and went further down to her core. She arched her back, unintentionally offering up her busty chest up to the lustful daemon. Baren gleefully took Corva up on her offer, ripping open her bodysuit with one clawed hand, letting her massive tits spill forward into his waiting grip.
"G-guh!" Corva moaned out unintentionally, whatever musk she had inhaled had made her extremely sensitive. Baren was quick to take advantage of this. As Corva moaned and whimpered in his grip, he eagerly lavished attention on her quaking tits. She gasped and hissed as his long tongue slowly lapped away at her pale cleavage, flicking and toying with her stiff nipples. "Get off me, g-get your nasty mouth off of me." She begged. Baren smirked and dragged his teeth across her breasts, leaving her breathless. Corva writhed and squirmed, desperate to get this naughty demon's mouth away from her huge tits. All she could do was take it, he was stronger than her and wasn't going to stop until he had his fill of her tits. By the time he finally pulled away, Corva's big shivering breasts were covered in saliva and bite marks, heaving up and down as she gasped for breath. Her legs were dripping with unwanted desire and Baren's cock throbbed as he prepared to finally take Corva for himself.
Pulling the Primarch towards him, Corva was forced to fling her arms around Baren's broad shoulders as the daemon stepped back from the branch and hovered high into the air. The fall wouldn't be able to kill her, but that didn't mean she looked forward to it. As she clung to her tormenter, Corva could feel his giant, throbbing cock pressed up against her traitorously wet pussy. All that was keeping him from plundering her cunny was the thin material of her bodysuit. It wasn't to last. Pulling his big cock out, Baren pressed the tip to Corva's wet, hidden entrance and pushed. Corva's grip on the daemon tightened as he slowly dragged her down onto his massive cock. "Ah… ah…AHHN! Corva wailed pitifully as she was taken balls deep on Baren's cock.
Gripping Corva by her soft, thick thighs, Baren began eagerly bouncing the moaning Primarch up and down his cock. "Hnngh, fuaah…! Corva squealed as Baren thrusted his hips into hers, driving his relentless cock into her womb again, again, again! She clawed at his back, squirmed and writhing, pressing her curvy body against his solid muscular one as she was absolutely ruined. Baren pulled his hands away from her legs before bringing them down onto her fat asscheeks with a harsh SMACK, leaving them wobbling as her pussy clenched with desire.
Quick as a flash, Baren seized Corva by her long, dark hair, pulling her head back until she was forced to look him in the eyes. "You make such sweet sounds," he taunted, his long, forked tongue slithering out to lap at her sweating face. "You sound more like a songbird than some croaking raven." His tongue pulled away from the side of her face to instead slip inside her gaping mouth. Her tongue tried in vain to push the invader out, but was beaten down, letting Baren explore Corva's tight little mouth to his heart's content.
"Mmmph, mmm, mph-gah!" Corva gasped as he finally pulled away from her mouth, a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips. "You fucking bastard!"
Baren licked his lips, savoring her taste on his tongue. "Maybe next time you'll be more careful before wandering off on your own." Tightening his grip on Corva, he slammed her up and down his cock. He gave himself to the unrelenting bliss, threw himself into their rutting with brutal, sweat-flinging thrusts, each time causing Corva's ass to bounce and jiggle. Each CLAP and SMACK of colliding flesh caused Corva's vision to whiten with bliss. Without thinking, she started to move her hips. Even the slightest movement caused a spasm of pleasure that made her squeak and tremble. Her ass shifted from side to side, stirring the base of Baren's cock all while she glared at him furiously as understanding finally dawned on her.
"You! You...nngh, you fucking tricked me!" She panted over his mouth. "You fucking, you despicable...nnhhah!" Her eyes glazed over, and at long last she gave into her desire: squeezing herself against Baren as she HAMMERED her hips up and down as insane speed, galloping her asscheeks from the tip of his massive, throbbing spire to its base, jostling his hefty balls with smacks and claps of her fine ass. "Ah..! Ahn.."
Baren grunted and grinned, dragging his face up Corva's cheek and biting her ear. "Yep, what are you going to do about it?" He was on the brink, groaning and snarling, panting for air... before he hunched even deeper over Corva, clutched her hips and came inside her. The pleasure was all- consuming, mind-wiping, leaving poor Corva panting like an animal as she came to her own climax. She shuddered in his lap as she squirted like a broken faucet all over his thighs. Muted little moans slipped from her drooling mouth as she was slowly bounced up and down Baren's messy cock, simply unable - mentally or physically - to stop the daemon from using her as a toy. Suddenly, she heard noises from down below, sounding like voices. "Ah...wh-what..?"
Looking over Baren's broad shoulder, Corva's eyes widened in horror as a small squad of rebel soldiers passed by under them. The five guerillas were surrounding her discarded armor, completely oblivious the named and fucked-silly enemy commander a hundred feet above them. She looked at Baren in dismayed bewilderment. The daemon prince only grinned. "Surprise."
"B-but...but you lied!" Corva whisper-stammered, desperate not the let the enemies below them hear her. Baren kept his smug smirk.
"The best lies always have an element of truth in them, Songbird. Like say, instead of a rebel headquarters, a rebel safehouse and resupply depot was near those coordinates I gave you." He leaned in again, pressing his lips against Corva's ear. "Better not let them see us, won't be good for the war effort if the enemy saw you cumming your brains out."
Corva blanched. Flinging herself against her torment, she focused and both her and Baren disappeared from view, invisible to all outside observance.
Baren raised an eyebrow. "Neat trick," he said, before lifting Corva up and RAMMING her back onto his cock. He dug his hands into Corva's supple cheeks and pulled them toward his pelvis as he
sped up, using his leverage to fuck her as deep as he could. His cock barely pulled back: he just stirred his hips in tight ruts, enjoying the feeling of her insides wrapped around his pole while she whimpered and gasped and shuddered in throes of whorish ecstasy, desperate to not let the enemy hear her debasement. Unknown to Corva was that the rebels wouldn't be hearing anything ever again. As Baren ravished Corva above them, a veritable tide of white snakes appeared from the brush, biting and hissing at the panicked rebels, their knife-like teeth dripping with potent venom. After a while, the rebels were all dead and the snakes slithered off, never to be seen again. In the air, Baren kept pumping Corva's spasming cunt, clobbering her pussy until her eyes rolled back into her head.
He was close now, his cock swelling inside Corva and bulging out her belly. He was speeding up, panting for air as he ravaged the busty demigoddess pressed against him, flattening those pale tits, brutalizing her until…!
"UNNGH~!" Baren growled through clenched teeth, and bucked forward one more time – delivering a resounding, balls-deep CLAP to Corva's helpless cunt – before letting loose. His balls clenched up, his back arched, and he unleashed a red-hot load of daemonic cum into Corva's virgin-womb – flooding her to the brink! Corva could only grip Baren's body with all her might, writhing against him as she was bred, the experience unlike anything she'd ever imagined. She howled into his mouth, her moans muffled by their deep and passionate kiss. Her nails drew blood, but Baren was too deep in his own pleasure to notice. A line of seed dribbled out of her pussy as he slowly withdrew - and that dribble became a flood when his cockhead popped out from her clenching petals. "Huuuhn...moooore..." she crooned. Baren grinned in triumph; this slut was broken just like her the twins before her. He slowly lowered them both to the ground, letting Corva fall to the ground in a sweaty, blissed-out heap. Idly, almost without thought, he grabbed Corva by her hair and slid his slimy, cum-covered cock into her waiting mouth, letting his new pet songbird clean him off. Just like before, the symbol of Slaanesh appeared on the primarch's body, this time just above her wrist. At the same time, the raven of the 19th legion appeared on Baren's arm, right above the Hydra of the Alpha Legion, sealing his ownership of Corva.
"The rebel's hideout is 25 miles north-west of here, hidden about 15 miles underground. The entrance is a false tree made from a local material your scanners can't recognize yet." Let it never be said he wasn't a generous master. Helping her end this conflict might warm Corva up to him yet. That is, if she wasn't so out of it that she forgot what he just said.
He shrugged, she was a Primarch, she'll be fine.
Predators and Prey (Vulkana)
Chapter Summary
Returning home to Nocturne, the Primarch Vulkana takes the time home to hunt down a great Firedrake Salamander once again. Unknown to her, is that the Daemon Prince Baren is hunting her as well.
Chapter Notes
Picture by cnmbwjx
In the galactic west of the Milky Way Galaxy lied Segmentum Ultima. Of the territories reclaimed by the nascent Imperium of Mankind, Ultima was both the most vast and volatile. It was home to some of the greatest wonders of the galaxy, such as the uninhabitable galactic core, the super- massive black hole that was the Milky Way's dark heart, and the 500 Realms of Ultramar. Yet, with each civilized world, there seemed to exist just as many worlds that were near unfit for human life. These planets, known to the Imperium as Death Worlds were for a variety of reasons extremely hostile to all, save the hardiest of lifeforms. Some has atmospheres with gasses that could burn through lungs like acid, others with local fauna and flora that made a single night there more dangerous than even the most hectic of battlefields, and some still scarred from superweapons used during the infamous Long Night. Among these many worlds, one in particular was known far and wide throughout the Imperium. A planet whose superheavy satellite had caused its tectonic plates to nearly tear itself apart, creating vast and constantly tumultuous volcanic activity that pumped molten rock in quantities to rival oceans and whose constant belching of ash and soot blackened the sky and denied them nearly any light from the sun. This planet was known only as Nocturne, and to most of the galaxy, it was a Death World to rival all other Death Worlds. Yet to a select few, Nocturne was more than another Death World. To them, it was home.
And counted among these few was Vulkana, Primarch of the 18th legion, her Salamanders.
Vulkana, taking in the sight of her home world. Admittedly, Nocturne was not a particularly scenic world, not in the same vein of Macragge or Prospero, and certainly nowhere near the majesty of the Imperial Throneworld of Terra, but still, Vulkana was glad to be home. An incredulous thought to most, no doubt, considering that Nocturne was a plagued by near-perpetual tectonic and volcanic activity, ash clouds, darkness, Firedrake Salamanders and raids from the insidious Dark Eldar, but it was her home regardless. She had been raised here, led it to a new age of prosperity, reforged her daughters into a force that could safeguard humanity forever. Perhaps when the Great Crusade finally came to an end, she could retire here. The humble life of a blacksmith or farmer grew more and more tempting with each passing day. Until then, this brief reprieve from conflict as her legion came to oversee the newest batch of neophytes perform their final test. When Vulkana retook command of her errant daughters, she – like most of her sisters – took the chance to reevaluate their tactics and traditions. Included among this reassessment was introducing a new test to cement their recruits inclusion into her legion: hunting down one of the dreaded Firedrake Salamanders of Mount Doomfire, the very same drakes that her legion derived its name from and the very same beast she hunted alongside her mother when the Empress of Mankind came to reclaim Vulkana for her Great Crusade.
And this latest trial had been a rousing success. The facility was buzzing with activity as the surviving neophytes were loaded onto the awaiting thunderhawks, carrying their pelts of their kills over their shoulders. From here, they would be taken to the fortress-monastery on Prometheus, Nocturne's massive and only moon, to join the already existing pelts decorating the halls. Vulkana wouldn't be joining them on the return trip, however. Now that she was home for the first time in ten years, she was going to enjoy her remaining day on planet before she was recalled back to the Crusade. She had planned this small sojourn for many months, ever since the aftermath of the Ullanor Crusade. Her mother's decision to return to Terra for the time being had been surprising, though it was what came after that left Vulkana feeling uneasy. Was Isis the best choice for Warmaster? Probably and Vulkana was willing to admit as much. Still, she had never felt as close to Isis as some of her other sisters. She didn't outright disdain the 16th sister as much as she would to someone like Areia or Curze, but something about Isis had always left Vulkana with her hackles raised. Maybe some time on her home world would help her get her thoughts straightened out before she went back to the Crusade.
Vulkana knew how she was going to spend this brief time off too. Her newest daughters had just finished recreating the event which let to her joining the Crusade and she planned to do the same. It was through the hunting of one of the great Firedrakes that Vulkana first got an idea of what kind of person her the Empress of Mankind was – or at the very least, the kind of person she wanted people to see her as. Vulkana was neither stupid nor naïve, no matter how many times the butcher Curze claimed otherwise. Her mother's actions on that day, forfeiting victory to save Vulkana's life had not been entirely altruistic. Reclaiming one of her generals was far more important than winning a contest. Had Vulkana been anyone or anything less than what her mother designed her to be, then she doubted the Empress would have gone out of her way to perform such an act. Even then, she couldn't make such a claim in absolute certainty. Her mother was a puzzle to her and her sisters. There were times when she acted exactly as one would expect a mother to act, equal parts nurturing and reprimanding as the situation calls for it. Other times, however, it almost seemed like their mother didn't even like them. Again, if it was Curze or Areia, Vulkana could almost understand. What had happened at Nikea and later at Monarchia, though…
She shook her head. No, she was supposed to clear her thoughts on this trip, not muddle them further. Leaving the spaceport, Vulkana started making her way toward her own the Mount Doomfire. She had a hunt to prepare for.
What was unknown to Vulkana at the time was that at that same moment, the Daemon Prince Baren was in the midst of his own hunt. This time, however, he wasn't hunting for a Primarch. Like Vulkana and her Salamanders, Baren was hunting one the great Firedrake Salamanders of Mount Doomfire. Why was he hunting a salamander? To use as bait when hunting Vulkana, naturally. Baren was no fool, as a Daemon Prince, he would survive any conflict gotten into with the Primarch. Conflict was not his priority, though, subjugation through orgasmic sensation was. Out of three (really four) primarchs he had encountered so far, Vulkana was the only one where direct conflict could only end in her death. He would need to exhaust her first before helping her… relax. And so, here he was standing over a broken and beaten Firedrake on the edge of a magma-filled lake within a subterranean grotto. It had taken some time to find a salamander of acceptable size and strength, but he had done it. Wrestling the beast into submission had been a fun, if fleeting distraction, but now it was time to return to work.
"Don't be afraid, little one," he said to the wounded salamander with a smirk. Raising his arms, Baren began manipulating the arcane forces of the Immaterium, his six-fingered hands crackling with hellish energy. "I will reshape you anew, stronger and greater than ever before. Strong enough to lay low even a daughter of Revelation." Beneath his baleful gaze, the salamander's broken magma-scorched body began to shift and twist. Broken bones knitted and were shaped anew, bleeding flesh seared shut and muscles grew. The foul, Slaaneshi magics affecting the salamander left it screeching and wailing, but to Balen it was the music of the Dark Prince made manifest…
Vulkana hiked up the path leading up to Mount Doomfire, using her hammer Urdrakule as a makeshift walking stick. She had forgone her power armor in favor of a simple and traditional panoply made from salamander hide. The dark green, scaled shirt left her arms bare, exposing her dark ashen flesh to the turbulent winds of shoot and the chill that came with it. Despite what one might assume, Nocturne was not a warm planet. What little warmth and light the planet had came not from the sun, but from its geothermal belly deep below the surface. Perhaps she should invite Runa to come with her next time she returned home. Trading snow for ash might be a change of pace for the Wolf Lady, but her sister might enjoy the chance to hunt a salamander. Runa had been… very withdrawn lately. It was a startling change from her sister's usual boistering, especially recently after she spent several weeks crowing about the Edict of Nikea.
A low, rumbling sound from up ahead broke Vulkana from her reverie and was briefly surprised to see that she had reached the mouth of the cave system already. The innards of Mount Doomfire was a labyrinth of winding tunnels made from smooth walls of volcanic rock. It was in these tunnels that the fearsome Firedrake salamanders made their home. Gripping her hammer tightly, Vulkana entered Mount Doomfire. She wandered through the twisting and dimly lit cavern, occasionally passing the bloody remains of the salamanders her neophytes had slain …and on occasion, those who were felled by the salamanders themselves. It was an unfortunate sacrifice, but a necessary one. Only those who could best the firedrakes deserved to take their name and join the ranks of her legion.
It didn't mean she had to like it though.
As she delved further and deeper down into the mountain, a thick haze permeated through the air. Such a sight was to be expected, given with how much volcanic activity there was on Nocturne. Vulkana wasn't worried, her enhanced physiology made her all but immune to the worst effects of the toxic fumes. Still, a part of her couldn't help but think that the fumes looked... off in some way. In the dim lighting of the tunnel, they almost looked pink. Another rumble from deeper within the cavern retook her attention. Vulkana continued deeper into the tunnel, an anxious heat pooling in her belly, until at last she reached what may very well have been the heart of Mount Doomfire. The tunnel exited out into a massive underground grotto, lit only by a massive lake of molten magma, pillars of toxic ash bellowing up into vents high above. The Primarch of the Salamanders barely registered her surroundings however, all her attention was focused on what was lazily floating in the center of the lake.
Lying on its belly atop of the lake of molten rock was perhaps the largest and strangest looking Firedrake that the Primarch had ever seen. It was a truly massive beast, larger than even the salamander she had caught during her fateful meeting with her mother. It did not possess the dark green scales typical of such drakes, however. Instead, it's hide was white as bone and on its back were two rows of eyes, large pink eyes glancing and blinking all about. Its serpentine body ended in three long, winding tails and on its head were a pair of horns more like some brazen bull than a drake. Though initially startled by the drake's strange appearance, Vulkana quickly shrugged it off, and eagerly gripped her hammer. What a prize this mutant will be. By the time she reached the edge of the lake, the mutant salamander had seen her and swam to the shore, ready to meet her challenge.
The drake erupted out of lake, forcing Vulkana to dodge the raining magma. As she leapt out of the way of falling debris, one of the salamander's three tails knocked her out of the air, causing her to crash against the walls of the cavern. The force of the blow nearly knocked the wind out of her, but Vulkana recovered quicky. With hammer in hand, she charged the twisted drake, nimbly parrying another swipe from its tails. Turning to properly face her, the salamander reared back its head and snapped forward, jaws stretched wide to sinks it teeth into her. With a swing of Urdrakule, Vulkana knocked to drake back once, twice, three times! In quick succession. Just as she thought she had the salamander on the backfoot, the drake slipped under her fourth strike and thrusted its head forward, attempting to gore her with its horns. Though Vulkana managed to avoid being pierced, the blow sent her flying backwards, her hammer leaving her hands. As she attempted to reclaim her weapons, she was knocked back again as the salamander struck her with a heavy blow from its three tails. The hit shattered her armor, leaving Vulkana's chest bare as she ran for her hammer. Though the salamander attempted to get one last hit in, it was too late. Snatching back Urdrakule, Vulkana slammed the hammer into the beast's skull, cracking it a sickening crunch. The salamander reared back, attempting to shake off the blow, but she refused to let it recover. She swung again, bashing the drake's head to side, knocking loose razor-like teeth with her blow.
Again, shattering a horn into chunks of blackened ivory, again, blood dripping from gashes across its face, again, the salamander collapsed to ground, wounded, bleeding, and broken. Staring down at the albino firedrake, Vulkana raised Urdrakule high above her head and brought it down. The salamander's skull shattered upon impact, leaving Vulkana the victor.
Panting, Vulkana let Urdrakule slip from her hands and fall to the ground. That fight… had taken more from her than she had expected. Still, she was very pleased. She had slayed what may have been the largest salamander in Nocturne's history. It's hide would hang from the ceiling of her monastery and be an icon among her chapter for millennia to come.
Clap…clap…clap…
"Well, I must admit…I am impressed." Vulkana turned, startled to hear at first, a slow, sardonic applause and then a voice, a man's voice. At the mouth of the grotto, blocking the path leading back to the outside was some type of man, a handsome man, but one with light purple skin, a pair of great, leathery wings, and horns like that of a bull. It was his face that grabbed her attention the most, however. It was a very handsome face certainly, but a cruel one as well and it reminded her all too much of the faces of the Dark Eldar who came in the night and tormented and stole away the innocent souls of Nocturne. When the man stepped closer, Vulkana instantly took a step back.
"Are you another of those monsters the Eldar cook up?" She asked. Glancing around told her that her hammer was closer to him than it was to her. She could run for it, but there was still a chance he might reach it first.
"Those has-beens?" The strange man chuckled at her question. It wasn't a friendly sound, more like someone laughing at a precocious child followed by a condescending pat on the head. "No, I'm Baren and I'm what Vect checks under his bed for at night."
Vulkana didn't know who this 'Vect' was, but had heard Eldar mention his name in passing. The man – Balen – walked closer and Vulkana continued backwards. "S-stay back!" She demanded, trying to keep her distance from this unknown entity. She was panting, breathing in more and more of the strange pink vapor, sweat running down her ashy skin. She walked back on shaky legs until she backed into something broad and firm behind her. Vulkana gasped as a familiar pair of thick, pink arms wrapped around her waist from behind, eyes widening as she saw a second Baren grinning down at her.
"Don't be like that." The doppelganger crooned, pulling Vulkana's curvy, shivering frame against his body. Her breath hitched as she felt something big and firm press against her big ass. "We just want to have a little fun." The original Baren stalked forward, closer and closer, until he was right in front of the primarch, Vulkana's huge, dark breasts pressed flat against his chest. Vulkana flushed darkly as the men pressed closer around her, their leering faces looming over even her towering frame. She shook her head, burning red eyes wide as the Baren behind her reached up and seized her massive tits in his mauling grip. She clenched her teeth and groaned as the Baren in front of her snatched her wrist and led her hand down to his groin, to feel the bulge starting to creep down his pants leg. He felt…big, and that was understatement. Her head was spinning, her ample chest rising and falling quickly as she tried to compose her thoughts…
"M-my mother will destroy you," she whimpered.
…But it was useless. Things were moving too quickly for her to keep up, and when the second Baren pushed down on her shoulders, she went to her knees with a shocked little gasp. "Hmmph, please. Do you honestly think she'll even notice?" They were already opening their pants, already
tugging them down along with their underwear. She bit her lip hard and groaned pathetically as they fished their…
…their giant, hulking cocks…
…out of confinement.
These men were hung beyond belief, toting cocks over a foot long while semi-flaccid. Vulkana reached up to grapple with them, just to fend them off from poking her in the face! It was inevitable that she'd fail: the daemoncocks in her hands were throbbing and pulsing like crazy, making her whimper with their sheer enormity. Finally, they started to poke at her cheeks, pushing her lips outward as she swam in a daze of musky aphrodisiac.
"She looks pretty cute like that," said one of the Barens, taking hold of Vulkana by her hair. "I can't wait to see all the other faces she can make…"
He stepped in front of her and prodded his cockhead firmly against her mouth. Vulkana groaned, then started to open her mouth wide, letting her tongue slip over the brim of her lips. The Daemon Prince chuckled as she started to surrender, and he guided his cock into her mouth slowly. "Say 'aaaah'," he said.
Vulkana whined as that cock entered her mouth, flattening her tongue against the floor of her jaw! She flickered and rolled her tongue against the musky cock until his tip prodded the entrance to her throat, and only then, as he tightened his grip on her hair, did she start to bob her head.
"Aww, that's cute," he said as she suckled on his massive, throbbing cock. "But I don't think you get what kinda guy I am. Here – let me show you."
Before Vulkana could do a thing about it, he yanked on her hair and jerked his hips forward, thrusting his obscene cock into her throat. Her eyes shot up and back and she gagged pathetically as her neck bulged around his hellish rod. His counterpart chuckled at the sight of Vulkana struggling and squirming, throat speared on a truly massive cock, patting at his legs with her hands.
"Look at her go," said the Baren who hadn't yet gotten his dick wet, instead jerking himself off as he watched Vulkana choke and slobber. Drool poured off her tongue and dripped down onto her vast cleavage as she tried not to go crazy from the sensation of having her throat so thoroughly stretched. She gagged and coughed and spluttered, but all she was doing was lubing up his cock for future use!
Once he was good and satisfied, he leaned forwards, squeezed her head, and started to swing his hips hard and fast. Gaghk, Gaghk, Gaghk, Gaghk! His strikes landed hard and quicky, showing no mercy to the Primarch. Vulkana Gaghk, Gaghk, Gaghked on his daemoncock, her burning red eyes flying back as her neck danced in and out, in and out around his deep-delving cock. Her tongue flapped on her chin while her tits bounced on her chest, unable to fight back and barely able to endure the hardcore throatfuck!
"This is great," the first Baren hissed as he squeezed her hair even tighter in his fist. "I knew she'd feel good, but I had no idea how good."
"The quit stalling and give me a turn," said the second Baren, clearly annoyed at having to wait.
"Yeah, yeah. Just…one…minute…!" The copy fucking Vulkana's throat growled and started to slam her even harder, even faster, wrenching at her poor, abused throat with his obscene monstercock and slapping his balls against her chin and neck! Each spluttering thrust made Vulkana's mind blur a little further out of order, made her eyes glaze over and her back arch. She was totally losing it, gagging and gaghking and gurgling loudly on the Daemon Prince's titanic, thrusting fuckrod! The end was coming – or at least, the first climax – and all she could do was rock back and forth on his stupidly huge dick--!
"Hnnnghh…!"
He tensed up as his cock throbbed inside her – and then as he unleashed a giant, virile load down Vulkana's throat. Blast after blast of thick, hot seed flooded her belly, cum spurting from her mouth, overwhelming her with the unbelievable amount of cream being pumped into her body. She clutched at the Baren-copy's legs as he filled her with his monstrous load, her tear-streaming eyes wide with disbelief, her tongue flattened between her chin and his huge balls. There was little she could do but twitch and gag on his twitching cock as he dumped the last few dribbling ropes down her throat…
…before pulling out, all at once!
GAGHK!
Vulkana coughed up a thick river of cum from her mouth, all over herself! By the time she was done, her massive tits her streaked and drenched with thick, white cum.
"Poor girl," said the Baren who had yet to enjoy her holes. He lifted her up straight by her hair, and with his free hand, he wrenched away what little remained of her armor. "Should have gotten your power armor, shouldn't you?" He mocked, before slapping his girthy monstercock between her fat tits and squeezing them together around his meat. He started to rock his hips, fucking her tits to get himself nice and warmed up, prodding her chin and cheek with his cockhead each time he rocked forward. Vulkana could only groan and wince against his constant thrusts, turning her face aside so she didn't have to look at him. As if he'd let her, he clutched her chin and made her look at him, his onyx eyes maintain contact with her ruby ones as enjoyed the pillowy texture of her rack.
"I'm gonna fuck you up," he purred, his voice almost affectionate, before tugging his cock out from between her big tits and slapping her across the face with his oversized cock! Vulkana grunted falling back, and he fell on top of her, roughly stripping away her leather skirt, panties, and boots so she was left completely naked! His cockhead drilled up tight against her wet pussylips while he clutched her muscular thighs, holding them wide apart and ready for his insertion. Vulkana gasped and yelped helplessly as the hellish stud got into position…
"W-wait!" she cried. "I'll…lose my mind…!"
Baren arched an eyebrow. "That's the idea," he said, before surging forward and driving his massive cock into her pussy! Vulkana yelped as he bulged her tight, flat belly around the shape of his cock, and started to thrash her with heavy thrusts she had no hope of enduring. She squealed and moaned as he clapped her soaking pussy into a stupor, pounding her with blinding speed, making her tits bounce around and her thighs jerk in his hands. He pushed her legs up higher as he leaned further over her, intent on breaking her mind and stretching her pussy out beyond belief. "You have no idea how much fun breaking you and your sisters is," he confessed as he clobbered her cunt, Smack Smack, Smack, Smack! He pumped her with unbelievable speed, fucking her like she was some hive-city whore than a war lord. His balls clapped down on her asscheeks, and how
he'd managed to stuff every last inch of his cock inside her, she had no idea. All that mattered right now was the unbelievable pleasure wracking every inch of her body, making her whimper and squeak and whine her bliss out to the world. She was totally losing it, gasping like a slut as she took the roughest fucking imaginable, her legs bounding back and forth in her semi mating-press, her tits beating together, her tongue swirling outside of her open mouth…!
The daemon stud fucked on, pounding toward the finish line with a callous disregard to her safety. He didn't care if he permanently reshaped her pussy to better fit his cock. If so, all the better!
"G-Gonna…fuck…I'm gonna-" the Daemon groaned as he ruined Vulkana, SMACKing his gigantic cock in and out of her at high speed, refusing to let up one bit! His monstercock demolished her cunt, beating his balls of her asscheeks again and again and again and-
He plunged every last inch of his ridiculous member into her balls-deep, and growled as he unleashed a gargantuan flood of seed into her womb! He blasted her with unrelenting force, jerking his hips as he came, unable to stop himself. The pleasure was overwhelming, making him tense his muscles and snarl in bliss as he blasted more spunk into the Primarch. Cream gushed from her gaping cunt and spread out into a widening puddle on the floor. She stared up in a daze, gurgling in disbelief, her eyes wide and lips parted in a soft, panting 'o'.
That was when the two Barens picked her up, hauling her into the air and pinning her tightly between them. One of them shoved his still-hard cock back into her pussy, and the other one stretched out her asshole, making her shriek in shock and pain…and pleasure, of course. They crushed her between their bodies, making her whine as her sensitive tits were pressed flat. Then they started to thrust, slamfucking her pussy and asshole with merciless beats of their hips. They ruined her more with each repetition, pumping her holes like she was some kind of slutty, sucking, bimbo. Her eyes lolled in their sockets and her tongue flopped out, drooling cum onto her quaking boobs from her earlier throatfuck as she bounced in the two studs' arms. There was nothing she could do but hold on! They demolished her more with each successive beat, driving her mind into a heaven of pure bliss, making her whimper and squeak and tremble…
Until the end came.
The two studs pumped balls-deep inside her and unleashed their loads, giant torrents of cum that flooded her to the brink. She clung pitifully to her tormentor, arms and legs wrapped around their shoulders and waists, gargling and groaning, curling her toes as the bliss threatened to overwhelm her, to drown her under its tides. She couldn't hope to hold on like this! Too much pleasure, all at once. She screamed as she twitched…tensed…
…and came.
Vulkana squirted on their giant, throbbing cocks like the sluttiest girl in the galaxy, clenching her cunt and asshole around their hellish girths and prolonging their orgasms with the friction. They kept pumping even despite this, beating their daemoncocks into her, making her whimper and squeak and mewl as they brutalized her pussy and asshole beyond belief. Her tits scrubbed against one Baren's chest while the other grinded himself forcefully into her back, never giving her one second's reprieve.
They kept on grinding, kept pumping, as she gasped and groaned…until at last, they pulled out, inch by inch, removing their vast cocks from her tight-gripping holes and letting them spray jizz in pressurized bursts!
They dropped Vulkana to the ground unceremoniously, where she lay rubbing at her pussy pathetically as cum spilled out. "Unnngh…Ulghhh…" She writhed and squirmed like an unrepentant slut, unable to raise her voice or even formulate words in her dizzy, slutty mind. The symbol of Slaanesh appeared in stark white on her right bicep, contrasting beautifully with her dark skin.
"Haaaahh…"
The two studs crossed their arms and grinned down at her, amused by her state of total, obliterated pleasure.
""Good work,"" the Barens said as one, before remerging into one singular Baren with a flash of pink light. He stretched, feeling much better now that he was whole. He didn't like sharing, even with himself, but quarry like Vulkana warranted extra precaution. The black head of the Salamander appeared on his own right bicep. Behind him, a tear into warp-space manifested. As he turned to leave, he took the time to call over his shoulder. "Oh, and feel free to keep the salamander. You've earned it."
Unraveling the Urizen (Aurora Aurelian)
Chapter Summary
Since the Burning of Monarchia, Aurora Aurelian has been sent on a pilgramage to seek of the true Gods of the Immaterium. Along the way she runs into Baren, who is more than happy to show her why Slaanesh is the best way forward for humanity.
Chapter Notes
Plot? In my 40k porn? It's more likely than you think
Art by CNMBJWX
Since the end of the Unification Wars some 200 Terran years ago, the Imperium of Mankind and its Great Crusade has claimed or reclaimed world after world in the name of its Empress. Some of these worlds had never seen the rise of intelligent life and were swiftly colonized. Others had once been a part of the ancient and forgotten human empires and federations before the infamous Old Night and were reclaimed in the name of humanity undivided. And some still were home to intelligences not human, being the worlds of alien civilizations that the Imperium could not abide and such worlds were claimed by right of conquest and their native xenos inhabitants killed to the last. In recent times, the Imperium of Man could boast to having near a million worlds under its banner, cementing its status as the greatest human empire that had ever been. Yet among these millions of worlds, there exists a select few that for whatever reason have been declared unobtainable. Whether through an inhospitable environment beyond even the most lethal of death worlds, or a civilization too powerful to be taken and too dangerous to be allowed to live, certain worlds have been declared forsaken and have suffered the dreaded act of Exterminatus.
Exterminatus, as the name implied, was to render a planet near inhospitable to any and all forms of life. It was to forsake an entire world and to condemn it a spectacular and gruesome death, whether through virus bombing, orbital bombardment, or cyclonic torpedoes, these worlds would never see another living soul for countless millennia. Such an act was never to be done lightly and can only be performed under the rarest and most extreme of circumstances. Only the Empress of Mankind or one of her 18 Primarch daughters had the authority to sanction such an act. Not even Ullanor, home to perhaps the greatest Ork Empire to have ever existed had warranted such a fate.
And yet among the damned planets that had been subject to weaponized Armageddon, there existed a single world whose only crime had been an excess of loyalty.
Khur had at one time been an immensely beautiful world. A place of sun-kissed deserts, verdant river valleys, and golden beaches lapped by azure oceans. It was a planet home to a thriving human civilization, one of the small hidden oases of order and prosperity that survived the Old Night. It had also been the first planet to be reclaimed by Aurora Aurelian, Primarch of the 17th Astartes Legion – the Word Bearers. Once, long ago, the 17th had been known as the Imperial Heralds, tasked with spreading the Imperial Truth – the creed of the Empress of Mankind herself – a message of order, progress, and secularism. When Aurora had been reunited with her legion, however, the message changed. Gone were the words of secularism and impiety, replaced by a new creed, one that spread the worship of the Imperium's Empress as the God of Mankind. The Heralds of the Imperial Truth were no more and in their place were the Bearers of the Good Word as penned in Aurora's magnum opus: the Lectitio Divinitatus.
"Rejoice, for I bring you glorious news. God walks among us."
Pious and dutiful Aurora had saw her mother as a Goddess among mortals and went to work spreading her new faith among the stars. Khur had been the first world to be graced with the newly penned Imperial Creed. In three years, Aurora and her daughters had painstakingly converted each and every citizen into faithful servants of their Goddess and in eight, they had built a monument to her. If Terra was Jerusalem, then Khur would be Byzantium. A temple city would be constructed befitting Aurora's vision, a beautiful, golden metropolis christened Monarchia. For near 200 years, Monarchia would stand as a glorious testament to the future of the Imperium of Man, as defined by Aurora.
Unfortunately for the Primarch of the 17th, she had misinterpreted her mother's designs.
Taking a planet was not necessarily a hard thing to do, especially for an empire of such resources and loyal bodies as the Imperium. With soldiers numbering in the thousands of millions, the superhuman space marines, and the technological wonders of the Mechanicum of Mars, the Imperium could take even the most stubborn and hazardous worlds in a matter of months. Converting a world on the other hand, that took time. A certain recovery time was allocated to the Primarchs following a successful conquest. Most simply left an occupying force of soldiers and bureaucrats to oversee reconstruction, while others such as Romilly Guilliman and Regalia Dorn, did not leave a planet until infrastructure and order had not only been restored, but optimized. Aurora, on the other hand, did not leave until every citizen had converted to her faith, a process that could take decades at a time. The Empress had repeatedly ordered her 17th daughter to cease her evangelizing and return to spreading the Imperial Truth and each time Aurora dismissed her mother's reprimanding as humility and a test of faith.
Monarchia had been the final straw. The Empress of Mankind had recalled her errant daughter to her holy city, alongside her entire legion. There, a lesson of obedience was to be taught. Under an
assault of psychic energy, Aurora and her legion had been forced to bend the knee and watch helplessly as her golden city, her Byzantium, be razed to its foundation by the Romilly and her Ultramarines, as Sodom and Gomorrah were razed before it. Khur was left an empty husk of its former self, and the Empress left Aurora stewing in her humiliation, kneeling in the burning ashes of her life's work.
It was on this empty shell of a planet, in the still warm ashes of Monarchia that the Daemon Prince Baren stood, very frustrated. Throwing up his arms in exasperation, the Daemon called out to the silent, dead world. "Where the hell is she?" Baren was not having a good time right now, and for a Slaaneshi worshiper, not having a good time for any amount of time was nothing short of hell itself. After his little tryst with Vulkana on Nocturne, he had immediately moved onto the next name on his list: Aurora Aurelian, Primarch of the Word Bearers and local religious nut. It should have been easy: find Aurora, have sex with Aurora, leave Aurora in an ahegaoed mess, move on to next Primarch, rinse and repeat. Except, for some goddamn reason, he had no idea where the Primarch was!
It wasn't for a lack of trying either. He had looked everywhere he could think of where Aurora would be. Her homeworld of Colchis had been a bust, so had previous worlds converted by the 17th
legion. He had even visited the other expedition fleets – hidden of course – and had to restrain himself from just mauling the other Primarchs then and there until he was satisfied. He had a schedule to keep, damn it! The only place he could think of that he hadn't been was Terra itself and he wasn't about to go there, for a number of reasons. Even this far west of the Sol system he could feel the blinding glare of Revelation's astranomicon, pulsing in the void like a lighthouse.
Baren sighed in frustration. Going back to the Goddess a failure was not an option. So, that left him with only one option. And he hated it.
-
Within the writhing and tumultuous psychic sea that was the Immaterium, there existed a realm that even the ruinous powers of Chaos knew as a place of discord and mutation. This place was the realm of Tzeentch, Chaos God of Change and Manipulation, the Great Architect, the Changer of Ways. This was the Crystal Palace, surrounded by the Impossible Labyrinth. Within its inverted temporal stairs and geometric impossible passageways, the only way to safely navigate the Labyrinth was to hyper fixate on your desired destination. To do otherwise was to never see the maze's end.
On the edge of Tzeentch's pocket realm stood Baren. To enter the maze was to reveal his presence to the Raven God, but he had no other choice. He stepped within and thought of just what – or rather who – he was looking for.
Show me the path to Kairos Fateweaver.
The swirling plasma walls of the Labyrinth shifted, and an entrance appeared. Baren stepped inside and continued down the path to the Fateweaver. As Baren walked the path, he kept his eyes forward at all times, never allowing himself to be distracted or detained from his purpose. Alongside him, the walls shifted and transformed, showing images and offering promises. He ignored them and only kept marching until he finally reached the Fateweaver's library.
-
The Library of Kairos Fateweaver was exactly what one would imagine a wizard's lair to be. A towering spire made from the same blue warpstone as the rest of the Labyrinth. Baren could only hope he was here. If not within his library, then the Fateweaver would be at the side of Tzeentch himself, as an army of Horrors penned down his every mad word. Inside was a disorganized mess of books and scrolls, swimming through the air or resting on lopsided shelves.
"Fateweaver!" Baren called out into the tower. "Are you here? I have questions for you."
""We know you have questions, Tempter.""
From the distant rafters came the sound of fluttering wings soon followed by the Fateweaver himself. A Lord of Change, one of the Greater Daemons of Tzeentch, Kairos Fateweaver was towering bird-like humanoid with two heads. Though his body appeared old and feeble, Kairos was a magician rivalled only by the Sigillate and Revelation herself. Clutched in his hands was the Staff of Tomorrow, forged with the essence of lesser Lords of Change. The twin-headed daemon blinked owlishly at him, beaks clicking in distaste.
"Riiiight…" Baren drawled. "Listen, the boss has asked me to-"
""Hunt down and corrupt the daughters of the Anathema with sexual magics? Yes, we know."" Kairos interrupted.
…
...Baren slowly inhaled. "…I know…that you know." He continued brusquely. Gods, he hated talking to this guy. The only reason he didn't try and force the answers out of him was that he didn't need the Raven God's attention should he temporarily take out Tzeentch's Grand Vizier. "The problem is I-"
""Can't find the Aurelian daughter? Yes, we kno-""
"I KNOW! I know…that you know. I know-I get it. I got the concept." For a brief moment, Baren's form shifted. No longer a handsome man, but a raging chimaera with six writhing serpent tails for legs and six heads with the visages of bulls, rams, serpents, lions, dragons and men before returning to his more human form in a split-second. "Just…tell me where Aurora is, and I can leave." He hissed.
Kairos' heads twitched. ""Hmmph. Yes, we can tell you how to find the Anathema child. How, not where.""
Baren sharply inhaled. "…Fine."
""Resentment burns within the 17th. A mother's lesson gone wrong, adoration spurned, left as ash in the wind. Embers of heresy stoked by marvelous hands. The 17th searches for answers, led to the Fourfold path of discord. War, Change, Decay, Excess. She has waged war, brought about change, experienced despairing decay. Yet excess, indulgence of the senses, of pleasures denied, might change her mind. Two choices lie before the Aurelian. Two paths, one to ascension, the other to subjugation. She is caught at the crossroads; you will make her choice. Prophet or Concubine? Savior or Slave?""
"Ok, liking this so far."
""Yet, at crossroads, you are as well. Two locations left, neither less nor more possible than the other.""
The Left head spoke only. "The first choice lies behind, far into forgotten ages before the Apple of Discord was offered to three greedy goddesses. The Serpent Who Once Served the Owl, traded wisdom for the majesty of the Two-Headed Eagle. Servant and Equal. Deserter and Loyalist. Enemy and Lover. The 17th has returned home, hers and yours. A daughter returns to her mother, seeking understanding. A tool returns to its creator."
The Right head spoke this time. "The second lies forward, begins from the place of ascension. The virgin world of an empire hoping to be born anew. Corrupted, violated by the servant of a spurned goddess. A feast fed to an always hungry maw, rewarded with godhood. The Aurelian comes to the Serpent's nest. A novice seeks a teacher, desiring vindication. The prey walks into the predator's jaws, unknowing and innocent, ripe for the taking. The slave bares her neck for the master's chain."
Both heads spoke at once, finishing their premonition. ""Two choices: past and future, connected by the present.""
Baren stared at the Oracle, digesting the knowledge. Two choices, past and future. The past led to Terra and that immediately ruled it out. Hellas was long gone; he was one of the small few who still remembered it. Even if it was still there, so was Revelation. So that only left…
"My place?" he asked, bemused. "Why the hell is she at my place?"
The Lord of Change let out a croaking chuckle. ""We already told you. She seeks vindication. The 17th needs faith, without it, she is nothing. A single soul of trillions, wandering a vast, empty cosmos. Her need for the truth, for validation drives her into the comforting embrace of the serpent. Of you. A sweet word, a warm touch, and she will happily collar herself for you.""
"You're taking the Goddess's plans very well, I must admit."
Kairos grinned as much as he could, having beaks and all. ""We know more than even He. Yet, we did not foresee They. Should they take the lead in the Great Game, all the merrier. Victory will bore them in time, as it did the Aeldari who birthed them."
Baren shrugged. That was probably true. "Well, thanks I guess, you freak." He might've muttered that last part, but Kairos probably knew he said it.
""A warning, tempter. The Anathema cannot be deceived forever. She will learn and her wrath will be mighty. A mother's love is not to be tested."
The Daemon Prince snorted. "She doesn't love them. If she did, Aurora wouldn't be looking for me. They're tools, just as you said."
""Hmm. True, but favored tools, nonetheless. You court her temper with each of her daughters you claim.""
Baren just smirked, ripping open a portal back to his place. "Good."
It would be nice to see his favorite girl again.
-
'Baren's Place' as it happened, was a daemonworld caught between the Material and Immaterial worlds. Long ago, it had been one of the Aeldari Maiden Worlds, a terraformed paradise that awaited the return of the Eldars' empire. It had been inhabited by the Exodites, a splinter group of Eldar who forsook the trapping of advanced civilization in favor of a humbler way of living. Had being the key word. Centuries ago, Balen and his exalted hosts invaded and claimed the world in the name of She-Who-Thirsts, sacrificing the thousands of Eldar souls to her starving belly. It was this sacrifice that had earned Balen his ascension and he ruled the planet as God, rechristening it Epithymía in the process.
All of this was unknown to Aurora Aurelian as she exited the Warp portal, stepping onto the beautiful marble floor of a great acropolis built atop a mountain. The air was heavy with an intoxicating pink vapor and the sweet sounds of some string instruments accompanied the soft angelic voices of young women vocalizing. Before Aurora could take the time to process any of this, her personal space was almost immediately invaded by a Daemonette, one of the Lesser Daemons of Slaanesh.
This one had a distinctly more feminine form than the more hermaphroditic Daemonettes, she actually had two breasts and no evidence of male genitalia. She was also smiling. It was a very wide smile that was doing its best to appear friendly, but on a Daemonette, it only made her appearance more unnerving, not helped by the fact it flaunted her many, many sharp teeth.
"Hi!" The Daemon said, her voice creepily cheerful. "On behalf of Lord Balen, I welcome you to Epithymía. Welcome to paradise."
The Daemon kept her wide smile even as Aurora took a significant step back. This had to be a mistake. She completed her pilgrimage, she defeated the Bloodthirster. Why wasn't she back on her ship?
"What is this place?" She asked.
The Daemonette tilted her head, confused, but still smiling. "I already told you, silly. This is Epithymía. Paradise. Now, what would you like to do first? We have feasts, plays, sports, orgies, art classes, museums, hunting, gladiator arenas, tai chi, vivisection-"
"Stop, stop, stop." Aurora interrupted, rightly fearing that the Daemonette would continue her babbling if she didn't stop her. "This is a mistake. I'm not supposed to be here. I-"
"Of course, you're supposed to be here, silly!" The Daemon said, giggling. "Where else would you want to be? Lord Baren's paradise is open to all who wish to indulge their desires and find their personal paradise. Now as I was saying, we have vivisections, lobotomies, flaying, cooking courses, sailing, golf, wrestling-"
"Would you please…stop. Talking." Aurora hissed, feeling dizzy. The Daemonette did so, still smiling. Aurora inhaled sharply. "I am not here for pleasure. I'm trying to get back to my ship, I have important work to do on behalf of the Gods and-"
"Oohhh! I get it. My apologies, Primarch Aurora, I hadn't realized. How silly of me." Aurora was really beginning to both hate this Daemon and the word 'silly'. To the point that she barely registered that the motor-mouthed Daemon somehow already knew her name "Yes, upper management told me you would be here soon. Don't worry, we'll make sure you're back on your way in no time. Now, I am Relaari, I am the majordomo of Epithymía, and I will be your guide until Lord Baren's return."
"I don't have time to wait for Lord Baren, I need to return to my legion now." Aurora insisted emphatically, trying desperately to get through to this air-headed Daemon bimbo. To her consternation, Relaari only giggled.
"Of course, you have time, silly. We're in the Warp, we have all the time in the world." Aurora glared murderously at the Daemon and for a moment, her incessant smile faltered. Though, it was more out of fear that she was being a bad hostess than any fear for her life. "Rest assured, Primarch Aurora. Lord Baren will be back soon."
"And when is 'soon', exactly?" Auror gritted out.
Relaari was about to respond with something along the lines that – in the Warp - 'soon' could be anywhere between ten minutes and ten decades when a portal opened up in front of her and Aurora, with Lord Baren stepping out quickly after.
Relaari turned toward the gaping Primarch. "Apparently soon's right now."
Baren gave the ladies a million-dollar smile. "Primarch Aurora, my apologies for the delay. I hope sweet Relaari here has made your time comfortable."
The Daemonette interjected before Aurora could get a word in. "Oh, yes sir, Lord Baren. I was just telling Primarch Aurora about all the available activities here."
The Daemon Prince smiled fondly at his lieutenant. "Excellent work, Relaari." He affectionately patted the lesser daemon on the head, and Relaari squeed gleefully, eagerly leaning into her master's touch. "Now get of here, you scamp." He said, smacking the Daemonette on her prodigious rear. Relaari giggled playfully and scampered off, swinging her hips as she did.
Turning toward the staring Primarch, Baren shrugged haplessly. "You'll have to forgive Relaari, she's something of a people pleaser. Now, what can I do for you, Aurora?"
Aurora once again sharply inhaled, unknowingly breathing in more and more of the aphrodisia. "Lord Baren," she began diplomatically, not noticing the Daemon's leering gaze on her hips and bust, not well hidden under her robes. "I am trying to return to my legion so I can spread the good word of Chaos to humanity, can you please send me home now?"
"Oh, come now, Aurora." The Daemon playfully chastised, wrapping an arm around Aurora's wide hips and pulling her close to her chest. His broad…strong chest, Aurora was noticing. "You've been on this pilgrimage for 40 years now, a brief rest won't hurt."
"I must insist, I need to-" Aurora frowned. "Wait, 40 years? But I haven't been gone that long!"
Baren blinked. "There's a…time dilation? Thing…Look don't worry about it. What's important is that you're here now. Why not relax, indulge yourself?"
They walked as they talked and Auror stoically tried to keep her eyes forward and ignore the open sexual acts being committed along the way. Around them on both sides, Baren's followers, men, women, and daemons were going at it in the open, unashamed. Aurora felt her face heat up as the gagging sound of a Daemonette caught in a blowbang between three well-endowed men reached her ears. Baren grinned hungrily down at her, imagining the big titted Primarch surrounded by three of him, trying to pretend she wasn't eager for it.
After a couple of minutes of walking, the pair reached Baren's private chambers. Auror seemed relieved to finally be away from all the fornication, the naïve thing. He couldn't lie, he was going to enjoy educating Aurora. She reminded him of all the sweet and innocent nuns and priestesses he's corrupted over the years. Completely unaware that their bombshell bodies and wholesome natures only drew in people like him.
Baren summoned two couch-like klines for them to relax on. Aurora sat upright, unaware of how her straight posture pushed out her massive chest. Baren, on the other hand, leaned back languidly. "Tell me, Primarch Aurora, what do you think of Epithymía?"
"It is very…physical, my lord." Aurora answered, her cheeks red. Baren quietly chuckled. She was adorable. Aurora twitched. "My lord, I need to return to my legion if I am to save the Imperium from the Empress's lie."
"Yes, I k- I've heard about that. Strange, really, you were your mother's biggest cheerleader and now you've changed your mind?"
Aurora's expression darkened at the mention of her mother. "I'd prefer not to talk about her, my lord." she muttered bitterly.
"Apologies if I offended you, Primarch Auror. I was simply taken aback, the resemblance between you is uncanny." It truly was, too. The same passionate, calculating eyes. The lightly tanned skin, the aquiline nose. The only difference was the hair. Auror was white and kept hers in a practical bob. Revelation had always preferred her hair to be dark and wild. It was only aspect of her she allowed free of some sense of control and order.
In any case, Aurora clearly didn't care much for the comparison. "Yes, I've been told that more than once." she admitted. Frowning, she looked at him curiously. "Er, 'cheerleader' my lord? I'm not sure that I'm familiar with the term."
Baren grinned wolfishly. "Imagine them as acrobats of a sort, who perform during sports for the benefit of the spectators. They danced, sang, and general raised investment in the game. I recall them dressing something like this."
The daemon snapped his fingers, and, in an instant, Aurora's plain grey robes vanished, replaced by a scanty two-piece ensemble of burgundy and silver. Her giant tits were barely restrained by a far too small tank top, blatantly flaunting her creamy cleavage and underboob. The words 'Word Bearers' were printed on the front, though stretched to near-illegibility by her bust, as well as a silver 17 emblazoned on the back. Slung low on her wide hips was a strip of fabric that could only be very generously described as a skirt, as it did nothing to keep her thick thighs and panties from being displayed.
Aurora eeped at being so exposed, and tried desperately to flatten down her skirt to keep her panties from Baren's hungry gaze, unknowingly squeezing her mammoth tits between her arms. The daemon swore he could hear the fabric strain to keep her breasts from spilling out.
"My lord, this is highly inappropriate!" Aurora exclaimed, biting her lip as her face flushed a bright red.
"Hmm, true. You are more the nun type, aren't you?"
With another click of his fingers, the cheerleader outfit disappeared and was replaced with a burgundy and silver nun's habit, complete with coif headpiece. The robes covered up her body far more than the previous dress, but was three sizes to small. The red material hugged her body and proudly showed off her hourglass figure.
"My lord, stop this!" Baren supposed Aurora's outcry was intended to sound commanding, but instead came out as a scandalized whine. Not helping matters was the fact that her face was nearly the same shade as the outfit. Still, he acquiesced. With another snap, the nun's habit was gone, and Aurora was once more in her grey and gold robes, though he had taken the liberty of modifying them a little. Aurora seemed too relieved to be back in her own clothes to notice that they should not have revealed so much cleavage or that the hem did not originally stop a few inches above her knees.
"Just a little jest, Primarch Aurora, surely you understand?"
Aurora huffed and crossed her arms underneath her bountiful chest. "With all respect, my lord, I do not find your jests very amusing." Shifting in her seat, she continued. "My lord, I must insist that I be returned to real-space. I must continue the work of the Gods."
Baren waved away her concerns. "Ah, work. It seems to me that you've done more than enough work for several lifetimes. Come, enjoy yourself. Tell me, what is your favorite fruit?"
"My lord-" Aurora began, but Baren was tired of her protests.
"Hush." He ordered and Auror fell silent immediately, a spattering of red across her cheeks. "Now, your favorite fruit, Aurora?"
The Primarch was quiet for a moment, but relented when she realized that Baren was not going to budge on the matter. "Pomegranates, my lord." she finally answered, sullenly. Baren smiled.
"A favorite of mine as well." Again, the daemon snapped, and a bowl of pomegranates appeared at Aurora's side. The Primarch picked one up and examined it, trying to find something to nitpick, some flaw she could point out and rub in Baren's smug, handsome face for no reason other than petty spite. It was useless, however. The fruit was vibrant red and perfectly plump and cracking it open revealed a treasure of juicy, red seeds. She sulkily picked a few and popped them into her mouth, only for her eyes to widen almost immediately.
A low moan escaped Aurora's throat and eyes closed slowly, savoring the taste of the pomegranate. Baren watched her display, enjoying how the juice stained her lips a glossy red. His tail casually reached forward and gently wrapped itself around Aurora's exposed calf, rubbing up and down. The Primarch absentmindedly spread her legs a little, allowing the spade tip of his tail to brush against her inner thigh.
Aurora pressed her fingers to her lips, tasting the juice staining them. Her eyes flickered open and met Baren's burning gaze. His grin widened a little as a drop of juice fell from her lips and landed on her cleavage. "I take it they are to your liking?" He teased.
Aurora's face once again went red. "My lord…" She began weakly. Her breath came out in short, shallow, burst. Why was it so hot in here? She absently tugged at the collar of her robes; a hint of areola now exposed. Had…had Baren always been so close? She couldn't remember. She couldn't think!
"Why are you so reluctant to indulge yourself, Aurora?" Baren asked. His tail continued to rub her leg, the tip flicking to and fro, ever closer to her sweet, hidden cunny. "This place, it is dedicated to the indulgence of the senses, to taste, hearing, sight, smell…touch. To deny it in this place would offend Slaanesh. You wouldn't want that would you, Aurora?"
"Of course not!" Aurora said immediately. "B-but I, my sisters and I…we're supposed to be above such things."
Baren chuckled. Yes, she was a lot like her mother. "Above such things? You sound as though these things are wrong, when they are in fact integral to life. Sleeping, eating…fucking…these are all integral to life. You want to be free of your mother, Aurora, but you're still acting the way she wants you to act. Lifeless, obedient, repressed little automatons who do as she says with a snap of her fingers. But that's not what you are, Aurora, do you want to know what you are?"
Aurora stared up at him, chest heaving, terrified and desperate for his answer.
"You're a slut."
The Primarch's eyes widened at the accusation. She had heard the word used as an insult, but the way Baren said it, he made it sound like a compliment! She stood up and pointed at him defiantly. "I-I am not!"
"Sure, you are," Baren said. "You, Aurora Aurelian, are a big titted, horny slut, and I can even prove it." With that, Baren undid his belt and soon his pants fell away. Aurora tried pulling back, but she was unable to look away. Baren had revealed his massive cock to the innocent bimbo before him.
"T-Terra," Aurora gasped, her face burning red.
"Here, touch it, Aurora. Touch my big hard cock." Baren taunted. He took Aurora's shaking hand and wrapped it around her throbbing rod. The Primarch whimpered as her fingers circled around the cock, feeling its weight and heat. Aurora was silent, and Baren watched how awed she was by being in such close proximity with his enormous cock. She chewed her lower lip, the lust clear in her expressive eyes. Her nipples were throbbing underneath her robes, as she gasped a few panicked breaths, her mammoth breasts were being pushed out, bursting to escape her tight outfit, eager to be exposed to the scheming daemon. He knew this bitch though she was an enlightened prophet, but he would strip her of all that and leave her a drooling, submissive size-queen bending to his will.
Eventually, Aurora broke herself out of her reverie and looked back at him, trying and failing to seem defiant despite her flushed face. "S-so? This doesn't prove anything! Just because you have a…a big hard cock…d-doesn't mean that I'm a slut!"
Baren chuckled and stepped closer, looming over the Primarch. "Sure, it does," he answered. You know why?" He leaned in close, lips inches away from Aurora's panting, juice-stained lips. "Because you're still jerking me off."
Aurora eyes widened and she looked down, stunned to see that now both of her hands were wrapped around Baren's huge cock, stroking it eagerly. She looked up at Baren with her big, doe eyes.
"Oh no." she said softly, immediately knowing her fate. Despite her reservations, despite her hesitance, she just knew how this was gonna end. She knew she was about to be sweet-talked into doing some VERY bad things. She knew deep down her tight pure pussy was going to be ravished.
And like any ravisher, Baren knew Aurora's pussy was his for the taking. He gently pushed down on Aurora's shoulders until her shaking knees gave way, leaving her kneeling before him, looking up at the throbbing cock in her hands.
Aurora looked up at him with her big eyes, emotional, not sure what to do. Her mother had effectively and succinctly torn apart the faith Aurora had in her, the thing she drew the most strength from. Aurora had been left to defend herself and Baren was all too happy to exploit that, until it led to this, her sitting here with the daemon's huge cock pointed right at her face. She didn't know what to do. There were so many swirling emotions. Swirling desires. Should she run away, or should she suck it down to the root? If only she had someone to help her out. To tell her what she should do. To guide her, guide her scattered mind. She looked so fraught. So beaten down.
Baren almost felt bad for having his giant dick inches from her cute mouth, poised to fuck her roughly. Almost.
"I know what you should do. I know what you need to do." He said, his voice silky smooth.
"You do?" Aurora asked, like the inexperienced girl she was. Unknowingly, in her kneeling position, she was maintaining perfect poster, pushing out her enormous jugs towards the evil man, begging for his approval.
"Yes, I do, Aurora. I know you want to be a whore. Desperately. You're built for it. I mean, look at those tits! You're meant for it." Baren said. Aurora looked up at him, mouth unknowingly agape as she listened to him cutting her apart.
"You've sacrificed so much, dear, just to get your mother to notice you. You waste time converting worlds and spreading your faith. If you wanted devotion, you should've just flashed your tits and all those emperors and warlords would have joined the Imperium in a heartbeat. You want to, don't you? You don't want to so covered up and hidden, ashamed. You want to show off those tits, show off that hot ass. You want to show off your juicy tits and hot body and get people to worship you."
"No. It's not true." Aurora whispered, breathing hard, licking her lips, eating up his harsh judgement.
"Just think of the pleasure you gave up to hide your true self. You should be strutting your stuff, shaking your hot ass and huge tits. A woman with those tits could have had any life she desired. Imagine if you were just honest with yourself. About what you truly are."
"What am I?" Aurora asked. Baren smiled, his tail flicking away at her sopping pussy as her hands eagerly served his throbbing cock.
"Aurora, you're a slut. The worst kind of slut, a total size-queen who wants to find the biggest cocks to fuck. That's why you're heard. That's why Slaanesh brought you to me. Aurora, you need to become my personal whore. You need to be a whore for me, to spread the word of Slaanesh amongst your sisters and the Imperium. To remind humanity of the simple joys of carnal delights and human hungers. All you need to care about is pleasure. Your pleasure is mine, and mine is yours."
"No." Aurora gasped.
"You did as I said even when it annoyed you because you wanted me to tell you what to do. You saw me and immediately knew I was the man who could treat you like the whore you are."
"No." She pleaded.
"It's true. You fantasized about being submissive, you little slut! You dreamed of it, but you were ashamed of it. So ashamed you rejected it because that was what mommy wanted. Rejected it until the moment you met me."
"Please." Aurora pleaded, begging him to stop.
"The moment where you give up all pretenses, where you give up the façade of being an enlightened prophet and you become a submissive whore, that's what you're dreaming about. All I have to do is give the order, one order, that you have no choice but to comply with because it is in your nature. In your blood. You're a whore, Aurora. Accept it and you will never be the same. And all I have to do is say four simple words." Baren said, smiling smugly.
"Please don't," Aurora begged, terrified he was right.
Was Aurora a prophet or a slut?
"Suck my cock, slut!" Baren ordered.
Aurora gave another low whimper…and obeyed. She lowered her head, opened wide and wrapped her lips around his cockhead in a suckling vacuum-seal. "Mmp…schlp…schlp…" Her big eyes widened as Baren's cock was pushed into her warm mouth. So much for evangelizing, that was done with for now. Instead, the only sound coming from Aurora's mouth was the slick Gaghk Gaghk Gaghk Baren's cock pistoning in and out. The ring of her lips met the ring of her fingers, the hot suckling 'O' drawing inch after inch in, until his balls slapped against her chin. A hot shudder raced through her, as she tried to share the intensity of the sensation that coursed through her!
"Schlucckkkkkk!"
"Mmmmfffff!"
Just then, she tensed as Baren pushed his fingers through her beautiful, white locks and grasped it possessively, filling his fist with her perfect hair, securing a tight grip. "Relax your jaw," he said in a deep, stern tone, leaving the little prophet no option but to obey. Her eyes blurred — then snapped to focus as Baren yanked her head forwards and thrust his hips at the same time. Her jaw jolted, her neck bloated, and she GLUARKED around fifteen inches of dense, burly cock! He rammed his entire cock down her throat in one pump, slapping his pelvis against her lips and causing drool to splatter through the air. Her tits bounced violently on her chest, her other nipple slipping free of its restraints — and as her robes slipped down to her belly, her huge, delicious breasts started to dance, bounce, and jiggle freely in the open air. She glrrrked against the base of his dick, drool pouring down over Baren's pulsing balls as she gazed up at him. Helplessly speared on his dick, Aurora could do little but clutch his hips and surrender herself to his whims. He kept tugging on her hair, basking in the sensation of her hot throat rippling, clenching, and kneading every last inch of his veiny cockmeat His knees squeezed her tits together briefly, and then he pushed her up his cock, her lips leaving a trail of slime as they slid along his awesome shaft, until just his thick, pink cockhead was in her mouth — the same cockhead that had, just a few seconds later, been inside her
actual stomach. She gagged pitifully, her lips stuck to Baren's monstercock, eyes wavering as she stared up its immense, spit-soaked length. "Gghh—" GUCK, GUCK, GUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GUCK, GLUORK--!
Aurora's eyes rolled back, her shoulders hiking into sharp steeples as Baren squeezed her hair in both hands and went to down on her slutty throat. He barged his hips back and forth, back and forth, slam-fucking her gullet with all the strength he could conjure. He made Aurora's tits bounce around wildly between his legs as he madly stuffed every last inch of his oversized dick down her gullet, again and again and again! She gagged and spat pathetically, unable to stop the assault — and if she could, would she have wanted to? Her heart hammered in her chest. Despite how overwhelming this all was, a thought occurred to the bubbling slush that once resembled her mind: they were made for each other.
GLUCK, SCHGLUCK, SCHGLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK~! Aurora's sweet lips pushed in and out of her mouth as Baren facefucked her at full-force, his balls smacking her chin and neck repeatedly. He twisted her hair around his fists, each twist signifying a ramping-up of his pleasure, until his knuckles scraped her scalp and finally, he let out a desperate snarl of bliss. He rooted himself balls- deep in Aurora's throat, hunched over her head, and exploded a thick tide of fertile jizz straight into her stomach! She tensed and flexed her toned figure as he trembled against her, wrapping her arms around his waist and smooching the base of his dick like her life depended on it, rippling her gullet with what little degree of control she could exert. "Glggh..."
At last, Baren uttered another deep groan and pushed her back by the forehead, freeing his dick from her throat's tight grip all in one slurrrrching motion. She stared at the goo-webbed monstercock throbbing in front of her, not losing a bit of its size despite the massive load he'd just fired inside her. She coughed, and watched the ropes that connected his cockhead to her lips wobble and snap. She licked around her lips slowly, her long tongue painting a gradual circle before retreating back into her mouth. She touched her stomach. "Ungh..."
She whimpered as Baren stood over her, his cock still hard.
"Bend over."
When Baren pressed his cockhead against Aurora's tight pussy, she whimpered and clenched her teeth together. Her face was bright red as He slapped her thick asscheeks to make them bounce, sending a jolt through Aurora's entire body, making her shoulders tense and her breasts rock, as she rose up even higher on her tiptoes. Then he secured a tight grip on her waist and leaned over the trembling slut, getting ready to breed her wet pussy.
"Welcome to the faith, my little whore."
W-wait, what are youHNNNNGH!"
He nudged forward and the tightened entrance to Aurora's tunnel started to burn, valiantly resisting the foreign intruders trying to squeeze their way inside as he moaned and she grit her teeth from the pain, groaning desperately as the sensation robbed the breath in her lungs and the words from her throat.
"Mmmft, good! HNGH! GOOD! GIRL! Nice, and… tight!"
He shunted forward and Aurora's body instinctively tried to reel back as she squealed through gritted teeth only to feel Baren's hand return to the back of her skull as he pressed down and slammed her into the couch.
"Face down, ass UP!" He crowed, salivating at the way her tunnel tried to crush him like a vice while her muffled screech echoed out from below. "Like a good slut should be!"
Her arms flailed as he kept feeding inch after inch of his cock into her guts, leaning in over her back and feeling her pillowy backside cradle his abs while he moaned and squeezed harder on the back of her skull as her silky white hair slid through his fingers.
And for all of it Aurora couldn't breathe. Her vision was completely cut off, her voice couldn't make it out past the cushions and her own meagre, worn down strength was no match for Baren's trained muscles. All she could do was kneel there, feeling her hot pink nipples throb as that big hard cock slithered its way towards her womb, scraping along her tunnel and stretching her so far past her limits she feared she might rip as her hands beat helplessly up and down.
"That's it, keep SQUEEZING!" He ordered, taking his hand off of her head and slamming it down on her plentiful rear with a thunderous 'SMACK' that caused her entire backside to shake from side to side while the force rippled throughout her flesh.
She did, what else could she do aside from what he said and start working the muscles in her core to massage his cock, not realizing his hand had left her skull as it trudged all the way up her cunt before burying itself against the gates of her cervix, his hot, titanic nuts swinging forward to smack her pussy on the lips as he threw his head back and moaned at the feeling encompassed all the way to his balls.
It was only after he'd rested their, basking in her innermost depths, and started to pull back that the electric sensation of the stretched, burning sensation in her cunt bleeding over into a mish mash of pleasure that Aurora reflexively spasmed and lifted her head up, eyes unseeing as she filled her lungs to the brim before crying out in rapturous agony as he rammed forward and pushed it all out again, his hips meeting her cheeks in the cacophonous 'SLAP' of two demigods coming together while she came so hard she saw stars!
He didn't stop to give her a break or let her ride out such a violent climax in peace, instead immediately setting to working his body back and forth as he sawed himself out of her cunt while she wailed like an alley cat. Every push saw him clapping against her rear and the couch frame shook as it caused her entire curvaceous body to jiggle, trapped in palace as she bit and clawed at the fabric while Baren drilled her guts, watched the pressurized pussy juice come exploding out around him and pulled back just to start the cycle all over again.
He was like a machine, tearing through her silky tunnel and molding it to his size as she fought to focus her eyes and look forward to a mirror, gurgling in the back of her throat as she saw a whore looking back, eyes all red and puffy with the couch fabric bit between her teeth and her dress flipped up over onto the small of her back. She caught the Baren's hungry face through the haze of pleasure which masked any sense of discomfort amongst her brain and without even attempting to second guess herself she arched her back further, lifting those wildly jiggling cheeks tanned red from the beating given by his hips higher up into the air, thinking that if she was going to be
rutted into the dirt like some mangy bitch she might as well put on a good show.
Baren certainly noticed.
"Mmph, that's it, you fucking love that cock don't you? You think loose little slut pussy like this deserves to be fucked? WELL?!"
His hand came down on her other cheek this time with another slap that set her teeth on edge as Aurora screamed into the cushion and let loose and other gushing wave of pussy cream, soaking both of their thighs in her juices as his palm came down on the back of her neck and forced her to let go of her impromptu gag and respond.
"Yeeeeessss~" She wheezed, eyes rolling in her head as the unending 'SLAP-SLAP-SLAP' of his hips smacking her ass and his balls tapping her clit melted her brain into warm, fuzzy goop.
Her thighs started flexing and Aurora dined on the way his body responded to the movements of her hips, with every time she eagerly slammed her pussy back to gobble up his cock dragging out a lurid moan and an approving squeeze of the ass as he met her buck for buck before hunching forward and pouring the heated intensity of his gaze into her soul.
"Yes?! Yes this nasty, pathetic cum hole you call a pussy has no business being near my high class cock? Or yes, my new, greedy little prophet who barely even knows how to suck a cock likes being fucked on her hands and knees like a common bitch while her master beats her ass like a DRUM?!"
'SLAP!'
"BOTH!"
Her head rolled back and her tongue slipped out to wag between her lips as Aurora's mind short circuited and she felt the sweat dripping off his body to land on her back.
"Both both both both both-"
"Both what?!" He hissed.
"Both MASTER!"
Her walls spasmed around the cocks ruining her cunt as Baren hunched further forward, turning his gaze from her jiggling ass cheeks as they clapped against his stomach to instead look at the mirror where Aurora's tits had slipped free of her dress, the edge sliding down beneath both magnificent milk jugs which bounced against the cuck where they were being flattened against the mattress.
"Beg me, beg me to keep fucking the dirty, out-of-shape hole of some low born cretin or I might just pull out!"
"NO!" Her cry pierced the sounds of their rutting and her brows drew together in concentration as she battled to force the words out.
"Please please please Master, don't stop fucking your poor, useless servant's ugly little slut pussy! I need it Master, I need it in my stomach, I need it in my face, I want to smell it, to TASTE it! Please
Sir, don't stop fucking meeeeeee~!"
Her voice trailed off into meaningless squeals as Baren, invigorated by her words, pulled himself all the way back until his lengthy shaft had pulled free of her dripping lips while she sobbed in pleasure and despair for him to come back, a gasp of surprise leaving her swollen lips as he took Aurora by the hip and flipped her over onto her side before straddling her lower leg, lifting the other onto his shoulder and enjoyed her cock hungry expression, glazed eyes, fat tits and gaping pussy.
"Hnnnnnngh~"
Aurora's groan made her nipples bob as she bit down on her lip and tensed at the sensation of his cock mashing itself against her asshole, the tightly clenched hole squeezing even tighter to try and reject the cunny slickened head from stretching her anus wide enough for it to slip inside. Her eyes found the camera as it succeeded, letting go of her lip to breathe quickly, roughly.
"Oh gosh, oh gosh it's in my ass, Master, MASTER, it's too big, OH GOSH IT'S STRETCHING MEEEE, MASTEEEERRRR!"
Baren pushed forward with a gasp and sheathed himself into Aurora's guts, immediately setting to work in thrusting as her asshole tried to strangle him. He grabbed the her ass once more and held onto her leg with one hand as he spread her legs wide enough to get a good look at his cock stretching open her holes, wanting to capture her shameful look of depraved, sinful pleasure at having her fat ass pillaged while he quickly resumed hammering his way into her body.
Every thrust of his hips made her grunt like a beast and Baren zoomed in on her chest as the force he was delivering to her lower half travelled throughout her body, reaching all the way up to her tits and making them jump up hard enough to smack against her saliva coated chin before swinging back down against her stomach. They were so plump, juicy and soft looking that he couldn't resist letting go of her leg to have himself a feel, getting a fresh yelp of delight from her parted lips as he buried his fingers into that silky tit flesh and squeezed hard enough to leave marks, her flesh spilling from between his fingers as her engorged nipple slipped between his thumb and index for him to rub and twist as she came once more.
"Sooo biiiiig~" Aurora wailed in the back of her throat, chewing on her lip as she writhed beneath his punishing pumps to the feeling of having her insides rearranged, the dick in her back door adding a delightful burn that echoed throughout her pussy as she shoved her chest forward into his grasping hand.
"I'm never letting this tight little pussy leave my service, I'm going to keep you right here, on the same couch so that I can throw you on top and watch as you eagerly pull your ankles behind your ears, all the while pleading for me to fuck you back into the ragged, cum hungry whore I know you can be before I dump my sperm into your holes and make another mess!"
He gasped out the words and his hips moved faster, but even as she clamped down on him tighter and felt her cunt muscles flex like they were trying to milk him, one thing stood out to her as the most important.
'He's gonna cum inside? No, he can't cum inside, it's not safe!'
Or that was what she wanted to say. Instead, all that came out was-
"Inside, inside, ah~ah~ah, inside?"
"That's right, here it COMES!"
His rhythm became thunderous as Aurora's cries synchronized with his grunts until with a commanding, resounding 'SQUELCH' he dragged his cock out of her ass and buried himself as far as he could go in her cunny and groaned. Both nuts jumped where they lay atop Aurora's thick thigh and she could feel them seize as they forced their load up into her pussy, expanding them slightly as the chunky ball full of spunk travelled through each pipe before exploding out into her body.
Her eyes rolled back as she felt his cock grow even bigger to account for their delivery and her whole body seized as molten hot cum began to splash against her insides, filling her up with warm, creamy splooge that caused her guts to bloat while she moaned like a sorrowful cow. She didn't even react as he pushed into her face, capturing every inch of her expression as she felt what it was like to be creampied before lowering down her body to look at the deed itself.
Baren kept blasting her womb for a long time, rocking against her, grinding his giant cock balls- deep in her clenching pink pussy...until at last, his balls were empty. He huffed and puffed over her, staying on top with her legs between his own, his dick rooted in her pussy. After a long time, he pulled slowly back, letting his giant, flaccid cock emerge from Aurora's cunt soaking and dripping cum-ropes. Once vacated, her cunt oozed a constant white slop down her thighs, while she whimpered and lowered her head to the couch.
"Ungh…ungh…master…" She panted, close to slipping into unconsciousness. Only to be startled awake as Baren's still hard cock slapped down onto her fine ass. "M-master?" She stuttered, turning her head to face him.
Baren cruelly smirked down at his slut. "You don't think we're done yet, do you Aurora?" He asked mockingly as her eyes widen in fear…and excitement. "You have so much more to learn about your new faith…"
The sounds of Aurora's 'lessons' continued to fill Baren's palace for many hours…
-
The Gloriana-Class Imperial Battleship known as the Fidelitas Rex has been 'moored' near the Eye of Terror for many months now as the Word Bearers Legion of Astartes awaited the return of their beloved Gene-mother. Among their number, the ambition first chaplain Miseria and first captain Kor Phaera were especially anxious to know if their Primarch had finally realized the harsh truth of the True Gods. The psychically inclined Astartes immediately sensed the opening of a warp portal within the Aurelian's chambers and rushed there immediately only to stop in their tracks as the doors opened.
Out stepped Aurora Aurelian, but not as they left her. Gone were her gold and silver robes as she stood in the doorway naked as the day she was born, covered in both dripping and dried cum, an almost manic grin on her face as the symbol of Slaanesh was displayed proudly above her womb.
"I have been blessed by a being of true grace!" She happily announced to her slack-jawed lieutenants.
From Warmaster to Sexmistress (Isis Lupercal)
Chapter Summary
Isis Lupercal, Warmaster of the Imperium, has had a horrible truth revealed to her. With her faith in her mother shattered, Isis is vulnerable and desperate for vengeance... and maybe willing to make a deal with a servant of the Dark Prince...
Chapter Notes
Art by David Haire.
Within the vast halls of the Gloriana-Class battleship known as the Vengeful Spirit, Isis Lupercal sat fuming. The Primarch of the 16th Astartes Legion, once called the Luna Wolves and now
rechristened 'the Daughters of Isis' had dismissed both her Mournival and her equerry for the evening and now sat alone in the Spirit's command center, her pseudo-throne room. How had everything gone so wrong? she wondered. It started with Ullanor; she was sure of it. All roads seemed to lead back to Ullanor. She had fought alongside her mother – the Empress of Mankind, as well as two of her Primarch sisters, Romilly Guilliman of the Ultramarines, and Tuya Khan of the White Scars to conquer the largest Ork empire the galaxy had ever seen. Their victory should have been a crowning achievement in a Crusade already full of them, if not for her mother. No, all roads didn't lead back to Ullanor, they led to back to the Empress. The Empress of Mankind had announced, while the embers of Ullanor were still hot, that she was returning to Terra and that Isis was to take her place as commander-in-chief of the Great Crusade, awarding her with the title of Warmaster.
Since that moment, however, everything just seemed to be steadily coming apart. The death of her beloved daughter Sejanus, the strange encounter with the Warp-being on Sixty-Three-Nineteen, the conflict with the Interex, and then the disaster on Davin's moon. Isis pressed an armored hand to her chest, where beneath her armor lay the scar from the traitorous governor's sword. She had nearly died there and the only reason she had survived was due to the native's strange ritual performed within the Temple of the Serpent God. Somehow, their tribal faith had succeeded where the greatest of Imperial medicines had failed. She had been comatose during the ritual and in her fugue state, she had a vision. A vision of a future where her mother was worshipped as a god and she and eight of her seventeen sisters had been forgotten. In that vision, she was made aware of the true scope and power of these warp-beings, these so-called 'Gods'.
Miseria, First Chaplain of Aurora's Word Bearers had been attempting to guide Isis into making a pact with these 'gods' and yet she remained on the fence. What did she need the aid of gods for? She had the loyalty of her legion, the loyalty of the army, the loyalty of countless worlds, she didn't need gods to help her in her rebellion. So, here Isis was, stewing in her outrage and beginning to plan out her rebellion. It was here that her isolation was interrupted, but not by any of her legion or the chaplain. To Isis's surprise, it was Aurora Aurelian who strode into her chambers.
"Sister," Aurora greeted pleasantly. The Aurelian's appearance had changed in the time she's been gone. She was not wearing her armor, instead she wore a robe dyed a rich purple color and left very little to the imagination. Her face was tattooed with two lines of strange, unfamiliar text that ran down her eyes like tear streaks, the golden ink contrasting brightly with her dusky skin. "You appear to have recovered quickly."
"Why are you here, Aurora?" Her words were terse, but there was genuine curiosity behind them. Her wayward sister had been quiet for the past 40 or so years since the events of Monarchia, seemingly driven on capturing planet after planet when previously she would take decades to convert them. All Isis knew was that in that time, her chaplains had been restarting the so-called 'warrior lodges' among the legions.
As though she had read her mind, Aurora impishly answered with. "I can't say." She rolled her eyes at the seething look Isis gave her and added. "Is it wrong for me to be concerned about my warmaster's health? Miseria told me of your little 'accident' on Davin."
So Miseria was spying on her for Aurora? To what end? "Many things happened at Davin, sister." Isis admitted quietly. "Many things were revealed to me…about the galaxy, about the Warp…about mother."
Aurora's face softened slightly. "Ah…you've found out then."
"Found out what, exactly?" Isis pensively stared at her sister.
Auroa raised an eyebrow. "That our mother plans to be a god, of course."
It was a confirmation of Isis's fears and validation that what she had seen on Davin hadn't just been in her mind, that the awful truth was that their mother – the Empress of Mankind – was plotting to be worshipped as mankind's sole god while she and her sisters are left in the dust, forgotten, abandoned, forsaken. "You knew?" She quietly asked her sister.
"Not until very recently." Aurora reassured the Warmaster.
Isis looked at the Aurelian sharply. "Then you know what must be done, for the good of the Imperium?"
"Naturally," Auroa lied. Oh, she knew what Isis meant, but the death of their mother was only one possibility, and a very meager one compared to the paths Lord Baren had shown her. She simply had to steer Isis in the right direction, what Miseria had failed to do. "Of course, two against sixteen aren't very sporting odds, sister."
"The others can be convinced," Isis seemed to be trying to convince herself as much as she was Aurora. "Areia, Kassandra, Morticia, they're practically chomping at the bit for an excuse, and maybe the others as well, Ferra, Tuya, Alphara. They can be convinced."
"Even if they can be, what then?" Aurora asked. She stepped closer and placed a hand on Isis's shoulder. "You know not all of our sisters will be convinced. Runa, Sanguinia, Guilliman, not even you could change their minds."
"We won't need them," The Warmaster insisted fiercely, shoving Aurora's hand away. "We have the love of the army, the Titan legions, the Mechanicum will join the second we offer them more freedoms for their research. We could take Terra in a matter of months."
"Our mother is very strong, Isis. A strong tactician, a stronger psyker and Regalia has been turning the Imperial Palace into a fortress. If you truly are committed to this, you going to have to accept… outside help."
Isis gave her sister a sharp look. "You mean those 'Warp Gods', don't you? I don't need the aid of whatever those things are?"
"Against mother you just might, sister." Aurora calmly retorted. When Isis still looked unconvinced, she smiled. "Perhaps…I could introduce you to one of these warp entities. Let them convince you themselves."
Isis snorted. "You can introduce me to one of these so-called 'gods'?"
"Not one of the gods themselves, but one of their champions. A Daemon Prince, a powerful mortal blessed with the divine patronage of one of the four gods of the Warp."
Isis was quiet for several moments as she mulled the offer over. Finally, she looked Aurora dead in the eyes and said. "One chance. You have once chance to convince me, Aurora."
"One chance is all I'll need." Aurora took her sister by the arm and started dragging her to the Warmaster's private quarters. "Now, come along. We have to get the ritual ready."
Isis very reluctantly allowed her sister to drag her off to her room. "Who even is this so-called 'Daemon Prince', sister?"
"Oh, I think you'll like him." Aurora didn't face her sister and for good reason. The hungry, almost love-struck smile on her face would have surely raised too many unimportant questions. "His name is Baren."
-
"Aurora, I'm starting to have doubts about this."
"Oh. How come?" Aurora didn't look up at her sister, she was too busy finishing drawing up the correct runes and scripture onto the floor.
"Well, these robes for one." Calling them robes was being incredibly generous in Isis's opinion. They hem ended just below their thighs and the top didn't have enough material to entirely cover their chests, exposing deep valley of creamy cleavage. The only saving grace was that it was just her and Aurora in the room. Isis wasn't convinced her pride could have taken any of her daughters seeing her dressed like this. "Why couldn't we just wear our armor? Or regular robes?"
"That's not how it works, sister."
Aurora's overly patient tone was starting to grate on Isis's nerves. "And being armed is 'not how it works' as well, I take it?"
Aurora shook her head and Isis barely resisted the urge to start strangling her sister. "Lord Baren will have no reason to start a conflict, Isis." The Primarch of the 17th stood up and examined her work. The floor of Isis's chambers was now covered in gold paint drawn in a series of twisting and jarring patters lined with sharp, angular runes, surrounded by lit candles. At the center of this labyrinth was the symbol of Slaanesh. The Aurelian smiled gleefully to herself. Oh, she couldn't wait to see Baren's work in person.
"It's finished then?" Isis asked, coming to stand next to her sister.
Aurora eagerly nodded. "Yes, everything's set up perfectly!"
"What happens now then?"
Auroa grinned and stepped forward, standing before the twisting golden runes. She raised her hands up high, and like a priestess before her flock, began her fiery sermon.
"Lórdos Báren, Daímonas Prínkipas tou Megálou Fidioú. Sas kaló edó se aftó to thnitó vasíleio sto ónoma tis ekstatikís anazopýrosis, tis fótisis mésa apó tis orgastikés empeiríes. Apó epithymíes kai peínes pou tréfontai apó pótho kai sárka!"
As Aurora chanted in the strange language, the golden paint began to glow and the symbols appeared to twist and writhe as the candlelight grew brighter and brighter, the flames becoming a dark, flickering purple. The gold shimmered and rose from the ground in a twisting writhing wave before slowly forming into a humanoid shape. As the form solidified, the gold flaked away and Baren stepped forward, standing where the circle once was.
Aurora approached the Daemon Prince with a broad smile on her face. "Lord Baren," she began. "Welcome aboard the Vengeful Spirit."
The Daemon smiled. "Aurora, my sweet, always so welcoming."
Isis stared in silence at the Daemon, not entirely sure what to think. Baren turned and saw her, and his smile grew, revealing many, many sharp teeth. "Primarch Isis," he said, bowing deeply. "A pleasure."
The Primarch of the 16th legion found her voice at last. "You know of me?" she asked, trying to sound more in control than she felt. All of this Warp nonsense was beyond her, and she wanted it over and done with quickly.
Baren's grin turned impish. "Who in the great and magnificent galaxy does not know the venerable Warmaster Isis Lupercal. Even the Gods carry your name on their lips."
"Yes, Aurora has told me about your 'Gods'. So, tell me, Lord Baren, why should I ally myself with the Warp? What can you and your gods offer me in my war against the Empress?"
"The Warp can provide you and your sisters a great many things, Warmaster Isis." Baren answered. He took a step closer to Isis, forcing the Warmaster to look up at him as he came close to invading her personal space. "Legions of deathless warriors, the powers of the Immaterium, the strength to overcome your mother within her own palace. All of this I offer to you, Warmaster."
He stepped closer and Isis swallowed as she stared up into Baren's dark eyes. Wh-why were her legs shaking? He was too close, much to close and practically looming over her. Isis gathered up and her thoughts and asked, "a-and what do you want in return?" Strong fingers slid behind her head, grabbing fistfuls of long, black hair, tugging gently at glossy strands, tilting her face upwards. Baren's mouth found Isis's, his tongue parting her full, pouty lips. A demanding, insistent stiffness prodded in her belly. The sudden mashing of his lips against her own made Isis's eyes widen, the whites visible all the way around her pupils as her chest inflated from the shock and pressed her nipples so far forward they almost tore through the fabric of her robe to get to his skin, throbbing hotly as they scraped against his muscles while she dazedly opened her lips to allow his tongue access to the inner sanctums of her mouth, its fleshy length pillaging her moist pink cavern and lapping away at the sweet tasting juices pooling behind her teeth while her own trembled unsurely before tentatively rushing forward to try and push him away, failing spectacularly as he playfully batted her down before exploring her gums from corner to corner and licking around her teeth.
She was so surprised by all of this, so overwhelmed by the sudden deluge of new sensations, that for at least a second or two Isis was frozen. By the time she registered what was happening, she could feel his hands pulling at the robe wrapped around her. A gasp left her lips as she suddenly found herself pressed against that warm, bare chest, fingers splayed across his pecs as cologne filled her nose. Perilously balanced on one foot and desperately clawing at his bulky frame to try and stay standing, Isis wasn't nearly prepared enough for the thick, trunk like leg that pressed forward and wedged itself between her own while she gave a wordless shout of surprise followed up quickly by a startled moan as her panty covered crotch bumped and ground up the bare skin of his leg.
"Mmmphhh!"
She tried to cry out, but her mouth was so full of the Daemon's tongue that only a muted, muffled moan emerged. Like the dangerously exposed tip of a still charged wire, Isis's pussy sparked as it
rubbed against his skin until with a mortified whine she felt her juices beginning to soak into the fabric, outlining the shape of her lower lips and staining her underwear a dirty grey while the rest of her body melted into his arms, legs essentially collapsing and placing more pressure on her thoroughly purring kitty while she scratched at his chest.
"Mmmphhh!"
Isis moved her hands to Baren's chest, trying to push him away. But he was so much bigger than her, it was as if she was attempting to move a Baneblade. Her body had melded to his own with her plump thighs squeezing around his leg, his knee pushed out just beneath her ass cheeks as he reached down her back and scrunched the hem of her robe between his fingers to pull it out out of the way, leaving nothing between the viewers at home and Isis's fat, meaty ass which subtly wobbled with every twitchy jerk of her hips as he forcefully grated her mound against the top of his thigh.
"Mmm…Mmhm…Hmmph!"
In trying to push him away, all Isis had succeeded in going was letting him tug at her robe without resistance. With a mighty yank, Baren ripped it from around her body, casting down onto the floor of her chambers without another thought. Now, without the barrier of the robe between them, Isis could feel Baren's body against hers, his warm skin pressed against hers. She pulled her neck back, finally managing to break away from the kiss.
"Mmm~ schlep, ga~ HA! Mmmmphwa~ STOP!" Somehow through the gasps and moans, Isis managed to pull herself away from the predatory dance of his lips, pink faced and glassy eyed as smirked at her curiously and continued manipulating her lower half to rub against him. "Ah, how dare-" She panted breathlessly only to cut herself off as she felt Aurora press her curvaceous body against Isis's back, pinning the Warmaster between her sister and the Daemon. "Aurora, what are you-?"
"You want his help, don't you Isis?" The Aurelian purred. Isis gasped as Aurora pressed soft, wet kisses to her neck. "This is the price, sister."
Baren chuckled darkly as Isis's look of bewilderment. He rolled a hand of the Warmaster's side, caressing her hip, her waist, the outer flank of her bust. Isis shivered in outrage when Baren's hand reached her cheek, and slipped its thumb into her mouth. It played over her tongue without fear of repercussion, even though Isis looked like she'd bite down at any second. Her nostrils flared and spit seeped from the edges, dribbling down her chin and splattering onto the slopes of her big creamy tits while her juices dribbled down towards her ankles.
"She's just full of surprises, isn't she?" He asked Isis.
"I-you!" Isis's body quaked with indignant rage as the pieces fell into place. "You…you touched her didn't you, you lecher?"
The Daemon chuckled condescendingly. "'Touched her'"? He sneered as he tugged her hair, forcing her to look back up at him. "Use your big girl words, Isis. I didn't 'touch' her. I fucked her. Her… and a few others."
Isis's eyes fell onto Baren's arm, the one that held her by her top knot. On his forearm, images appeared. Familiar images of Hydras, Ravens, Salamanders, and a flaming open tome. Her sister's heraldry…
"Haah…You…you incorrigible thug…" Isis spoke around Baren's thumb, making the taller Daemon chuckle and smile. "You violated my sisters…and now you proposition me? How dare you!"
"You want to be strong, don't you Isis?" Baren asked as the Warmaster gasped and writhed as Aurora's hands drifted low, one's greedy digits spreading the folds of her sister's cunt, the other undoing Baren's belt, freeing his massive cock from confinement. "You need my help, don't you?"
Isis blinked, trying not to let her strain become visible, but it was hopeless; it was blatant, written in her face and body language, her tense shivering. "You…you…" she breathed, then pushed hard against Baren. Baren, amused, allowed Isis to force him backwards, step by step, until he sat – and then sprawled – on the Warmaster's bed.
"Changed your mind, sister?" Aurora asked, a coy smile on her face.
"You be quiet!" Isis called over her shoulder. "If…if we're doing this, it's going to be on my terms." She said as she straddled Baren on the bed, thrusting her belly up against the colossal cock. Her hands wrapped around it, pumping up and down, up and down, from where its base nestled against her cunt to where its broad crown oozed globs of precum against the underside of her tits. Her hips moved in circles as she huffed and puffed with a reluctant excitement that turned her face red, stiffened her nipples, and made her pussy drool.
"Your terms, huh?" Baren drawled, shifting his hips under Isis and gripping the bed sheets. "What do you have in mind?"
"You'll see," Isis said, cupping the outside of her tits and squishing them together around Baren's cockhead, massaging it with slow pumps, milking precum from him…before spreading her tits wide apart and gazing at the strings of white cream that connected them. She glanced at Baren, hummed, and then lifted herself up higher – squatting over the massive cock with her slick, needy pussy against its tip. "As punishment for your transgressions, you will serve as my servant!"
Baren braced himself – and groaned as his cock was plunged into the divine heart of Isis's cunt. As soon as she'd lodged that ridiculous cock inside her, Isis started to bounce, to jerk her hips back and forth, and in lewd circles.
"Oh, Terra…" Aurora murmured, coming closer to watch the depravity on the bed. She was feeling pretty neglected, but her fingers, at least, were having fun toying with her slippery clit.
"Ah! Ah!" Isis cried as she pumped away, bouncing her asscheeks and jiggling her tits over Baren's form. The Daemon gripped Isis's sides as the Warmaster rode his cock, making her lips part in an 'o' of pleasure, her eyes roll partly back, and her body arch in deep, shivering convulsions of joy. "Nnngh…Enjoying this, are you!?" Isis snapped as Baren thrusted. "You'd best savor it, and understand…had…the difference between us!"
With that, she rammed her hips down low and every last inch of Baren's cock was swallowed up by Isis's greedy cunt! Isis punished herself with that colossal dick, driving it into herself without a shred of mercy either for her own cunt, or for Baren's throbbing cock. They both moaned out loud, letting their voices rise through the ceiling and toward the Void as they thrashed and crashed together in sweet throes of bliss. Baren lifted his hips into Isis's descents as best he could, slamming his daemoncock into the Warmaster's tight cunt, making her yelp with each balls-deep pump!
Baren was burning on the inside, barely holding back the urge to turn the tables on this arrogant slut. He wanted to grab Isis, to roll over and fuck her silly until she could never process a coherent thought again, but he allowed her delusions of superiority to be fed. It would make her fall all the sweeter.
"That's right – know your place, Daemon!" Isis howled as she thrust down one more time – and gurgled in orgasm. She squirted powerfully as her cunt clamped and clenched around Baren's daemoncock, wringing every inch of his member from base to tip. Baren was pushed over the edge, but Isis's cunt gripped him so tightly that it wasn't until a few moments later that his pent-up cock was allowed to erupt jizz into the Warmaster's womb! Baren juddered and jerked as he unleashed her tide into Isis's cunt, flooding her to the brim and beyond. Isis rested her hands on Baren's head, clutching his horns in a tight, rule, grip, huffing and puffing through clenched teeth a they ground and gyrated against each other in orgasms, pushing their pleasure past the limit, making it last as long as possible…They groaned and crooned, their lips inches apart, glowering hatefully into one another's eyes as they spurted and clenched and…slowly…settled down.
At last, Isis sat speared in Baren's lap, cum seeping from her cunt. She rubbed one hand lavishly over her womb, grinning stupidly to herself, overwhelmed by the experience of sex for the first time. She shot down a smug smirk, and gave her hips another roll, massaging Baren's massive spent cock inside of her.
"Do you understand, now?" Isis asked in a low growl. "Your true place is here, beneath me."
Baren spent a few more moments breathing heavily, as his cock squirmed and pulsed amid Isis's folds. Then he opened his mouth and said, "No."
Baren finally acted on that desire of his; he grabbed Isis tight and wrested her sideways, into a roll that ended with Baren on top and Isis pressed below, legs spread wide, her cunt still wrapped vice- tight around Baren's daemoncock! Baren gave a few slow, testing thrusts into the squirming Warmaster, then grinned and licked his lips.
"Let's get back to it, shall we?" he asked, then launched himself into a series of slamming thrusts that made the entire bed rock, creak, and groan! Isis herself squealed as she was torn into a world of pure pleasure, the kind of pleasure only Baren could possibly deliver! Isis's huge tits wobbled and smacked together as she was rammed hard, her body shaking and writhing under the daemon's onslaught!
Isis wasn't the Warmaster for no reason, though; even amidst the intense fuck, she managed to met Baren's gaze and shift and squirm her hips in response, meeting Baren's machine-hard thrusts with swift bucks of he own. Baren was amused by the steely look in her eyes, as if she could truly match up to a Daemon Prince! Unfortunately for Isis, she was lacking a vital piece of knowledge:
Baren hadn't even begun to show off his true power.
"Confident, are you?" Baren purred as he slammed that little pussy into a happy stupor. He kept up the pace as Isis clenched her teeth and snarled out a challenging note. "Oh, you are! Well, then - I guess I'm free to let loose then."
Isis really was doing her best, lifting her hips up high as she could and grasping at Baren's hips, urging the Daemon Prince to hammer her with all his might – which Isis believed he was already doing. "Hah! Ah! Hah! Let loose--!" she said. That was a mistake. Her voice turned to panicked squeaks as Baren heaved, and started to pummel that cunt with his godly power raging, ramming
his giant cock into Isis's pussy with dense hammer-blows that made her muscles clench and stole her breath away!
Isis could only moan and groan as Baren squeezed and tugged on her wrists, pinning her tits between her biceps and pulling Isis towards him. Harder and faster with each passing second, Baren demolished Isis's pussy, making her cry out louder and more blissfully with each and every dive of the Prince of Slaanesh's hips! Isis's mouth hung open, her tongue drooping outside of it and swirling weakly as she took the slamfuck of a lifetime, her pussy sucking Baren's dick as best it could while she was being so mercilessly pulverized, laid flat and clobbered by the biggest cock she'd ever known! "Guh, guh, guh, hnngh--!" Isis's tongue flopped around in the open air as Baren's daemoncock slammed her without mercy, beating her down into the bedsheets, playing her like some kind of slutty instrument; sure enough, whenever Baren's hips came smashing down, a singsong note of pleasure burst from Isis's mouth. She just couldn't control herself, couldn't stop the music from bursting forth again and again, while her hair shimmered out on the sheets around her, her topknot coming undone, and Baren grinned over her like some kind of savage monster!
"Enjoying yourself?" Baren asked sweetly as he bucked away like the world's most forceful fucking-machine. "Because, believe me, I'm just getting started!"
He was true to his word. Isis whimpered and sobbed as that monstrous cock ravaged the back of her womb with resounding beats, shaking her back and forth on the bed, making her eyes roll back for long seconds at a time, ahegao-ing in a thoroughly un-Primarch-like manner! "Uogghhh!" she cried, no longer trying to restrain her voice into something resembling speech. Crass, guttural noises flooded out of Isis was she was pounded within an inch of her sanity, ripples dancing across her asscheeks, titties bounding…
She barely managed to gain some control over her voice, rasping out a soft… "Please…please don't…"
Baren smirked down at his prey. "Oh? Don't what, Warmaster?" He sneered as he lowered his head, taking one of her massive tits in his mouth.
The Warmaster sobbed, arching her back, offering up her busty body to the Daemon. "Please… please…you're going to ruin me!" Her voice broke, crying out as razor sharp teeth were dragged over her bouncing rack. "Aren't you!?"
"Is that what you want?" he snarled viciously.
"You…you fucked my sisters!!" Isis wailed, writhing uncontrollably. "You fucked them! You fucking ruined them!"
"Because they wanted it," Baren sneered. "They loved it…" The Daemon's forked tongue lavished Isis's huge tits, running up and down and all over her glossy, quaking flesh.
"Don't ruin me!! Baren, please!" Isis cried, squeezing her pussy for him. "Don't make me!"
"I make the rules, Isis," he spat cruelly. "Not you…"
"I can't…Not like this…I'm not…"
"I'm in control," he said. "I make the rules…"
Isis was helpless, as helpless as any mortal speared on Baren's cock. Blind and near-deaf with pleasure, wailing open-mouthed, curling her toes in the air as she went from eyes-tilted-back, to cross-eyed, to a distant, teary blur that wavered with each thrust! "Hunn--! Haahnn!" Her whimpering cries sounded more girly by the second, when she didn't sound like some kind of animal, and Baren's grin spread ever wider.
"Who makes the rules?" he asked softly. "Do you make the rules?" He smacked both palms down on the sides of Isis's asscheeks – before twisting the Warmaster onto her side and fucking her with a leg slung up and over his right shoulder. Harsh, devastating thrusts rocked Isis's body, rutting her with savage animosity, punished her for her earlier defiance. "Hah! Is this all you were capable of, Isis – moaning like a whore while I stretch out your pretty cunt? Even I expected better."
"So if you don't make the rules," he said as Isis was wailing her head off. "Then who does?"
"Please…OHTERRA!...Baren…please…not-not that!"
"Does your mother make the rules?"
The idea that the Empress could stop any of this from happening seemed almost blasphemous to Isis. She'd been so utterly outmaneuvered without even realizing it! How on Terra was her mother supposed to keep a man like Baren from doing whatever he wanted with her daughters when she didn't even know?
"Fuck…Ohhhhh…Fuck…Oh Terra No!" Isis screamed. "Fucking Never-"
"Who…Makes…The…Rules?" Baren demanded, driving himself into Isis with savage, violent strokes.
"YOU!!" Isis screamed. She squeaked, twisted, and arched in bliss, her howls sounding out tirelessly as Baren bottomed out in her cunt and unleashed a dense tide of daemon cum straight into her womb! Her pussy started spasming, her body shuddering as orgasm engulfed her. "Yesss!! Yessssssss!!" She cried, thrashing wildly, digging her nails into his back, her entire body utterly beyond her control "OHTERRA…Yes!!"
Still with that same embarrassing ahegao expression on her face, Isis's body tensed as she let out a wordless scream, her face turning an ugly shade of red, sweat trickling down her curvaceous, athletic body. She was being turned into nothing but this man's comfort woman, and she'd never felt anything so amazing in her entire life.
"You're...ruining meee!" Isis managed to choke out, even as her pussy clamped down tight around Baren's's cock. At this point, it was like her womb itself was practically sucking on his cock, wrapped so tight around his thick, impossibly hard shaft that Isis's body was little more than a living condom for Baren to fuck into.
Her belly was left swollen as Baren dragged his daemoncock out of her tight-gripping cunt, inch by inch, leaving a thick glaze of slime over Isis's trembling thigh. Freed from the intense pressure of Isis's cum-stuffed womb, Baren spurted a few last ropes across his lover's belly, groaning as he ran his hands up and down his still-erect cock.
"You wanna…haah…you wanna taste it…?"
Without waiting for permission, Baren grasped Isis's hair and tugged at her, turning her around on the bed and dragging her to its edge, so her head hung over the edge and her hair dangled down to the floor. As Isis wheezed for precious breath, cum bubbling and bursting from her cunt, she opened her mouth wide and showed Baren her slick pink tongue, draped out on her chin like an inviting red carpet. Baren felt a stirring, his massive cock throbbing to life as she gazed into Isis's open mouth.
He growled as his cockhead sank into the warmth of Isis's mouth, swaddled in a heat that made him tremble and bite his bottom lip. "Huuuhn…" Shaking, gripping Isis's shoulders, he guided his cock forwards and inwards. Isis squirmed, gripping the bedsheets tight, tearing the fabric with her fingernails as she swallowed her way down Baren's mighty rod – polishing the slime off its obscene shaft and replacing it with a thick glaze of saliva. Gaghk…Gaghk… Isis's muted noises were nothing compared to her wild moans and groans before, but they were no less gorgeous for it, like music to Baren's ears.
Baren drew his hips slowly back, until just his cockhead rested in Isis's mouth. He gave a chuff of happy pleasure when he felt Isis's tongue sweep around his cockhead, playing with it, inviting it back inside – an invitation he'd be remiss not to accept. Baren bucked his hips and drove his daemoncock down Isis's throat, ramming it home with a splatter of spittle. Isis jolted, tits bobbing slightly from the impact, squeezing her fists around handfuls of bedsheet – but Baren was already pulling back for the next thrust.
He rocked the bed with her awesome pumps, fucking Isis's throat slowly at first, but picking up speed as the Warmaster adjusted to the sensation of his tremendous cock plunging the depths of her throat. Her tits beat together deliciously, for Baren's viewing pleasure, as he lurched his hip. He clutched Isis's tits by their soft, squishy flanks and bunching them inwards while he hammered harder, faster, harder! Gaghk! Gaghk Gaghk! Spit flew from Isis's lips as they were repeatedly squished under Baren's charging hips, her eyes rolling back and watering heavily as she took more dick down her throat. Her tits leapt in Baren's grip, which tightened as the Daemon grew hotter and hornier. Baren was losing his mind with pleasure now, thrusting without thinking as he fucked Isis silly.
Baren baked his cock in Isis's throat at full-speed, plunging and retracting is entire rod several times per second, groaning at the thrills of bliss that went through him. He didn't care if Isis desired breath or now; all he wanted was to keep plunging his cock in and out of that tight little fuckhole for as long as she could possibly endure it…which, based on the noises Baren was making, wouldn't be long. He barked out thick cries of bliss, canting his head and rolling her shoulders, gripping Isis's tits so tight that his handprints would paint them for days to come. Baren kept on pumping, kept thrashing his cock into Isis's throat. He shot his hips forwards, groaned, and erupted a monstrous load into Isis's stomach – flooding it with unruly jets of semen.
Baren stepped back and admired his work. Isis Lupercal, the Empress of Mankind's most beloved daughter was now nothing more than another one of his fucked silly whores. Covered in semen and blissed out of her mind. The symbol of Slaanesh appeared on Isis's heavy tit, and the Eye of Terra appeared on Baren's palm. The Daemon grinned, clenching his fist and blinding the Empress's eyes as he stood triumphant over her Warmaster.
"Uh…" came a voice by Baren's feet. He looked down, and blinked when she saw Aurora peering up at him.
"Oh, it's you," he said. "What do you want?"
"I was…wondering if…we could keep going…?" Aurora asked.
Baren rolled his eyes…then sighed, squared his shoulders, and reached down. He grabbed Aurora by her white locks and tossed her unceremoniously onto of her moaning, panting sister– and socketing his cock into Aurora's tight pussy, started to thrust – earning him a depraved squeal of delight.
"One round," he said.
Eye of the Beholder (Hecate the Red)
Chapter Summary
Banished to her homeworld of Prosper, the powerful psyker Hecate the Red is left vulnerable to the cruel and horny machinations of Baren.
Chapter Notes
Art by CNMBWJX
"On your knees."
A deep voice commanded from an ornate throne. The figure sitting had an almost picture-perfect masculine physique, wearing almost nothing as he sat with a hungry look in his onyx eyes. The
man possessed a pair of great bull-like horns atop his head, a pair of leathery wings tucked behind his back.
Soft footsteps came from a few feet away as Hecate moved from her position beside the throne to the open space in front of it. Her robes were familiar but distorted. The simple, but sturdy cloth was replaced with an almost transparent silk/lace material. The Primarch's cleavage was on display as a hole had been woven in the space between her breasts, the hole running from just under the neck of her outfit to just under her large breasts. The outfit came to a stop just below her hips, leaving her legs bare up to her waist. Sitting on her wide hips was a golden, gemstone encrusted belt. Her arms were near-bare, save for the heavy, ornate arm bands. The neck of her outfit ran high up her throat, covered by a gleaming collar. Gold trims ran along the top and bottom of the collar with intricate engravings running along the middle of it in glowing green, the piece completed by a large, black, simmering stone in the center. The material was a cream color that matched nicely with Hecate's vibrant red skin and clung tightly enough to the girl that the piercings on each of her breasts were easy to see through it.
With her head bowed, Hecate slowly walked to the front of the throne, ignoring the familiar, but hidden forms that danced and writhed around the room. She obediently knelt on the small cushion that was between the man's legs.
"Pleasure me."
Without hesitation, Hecate lowered her head to the man's crotch.
Hecate jolted up from her bed, her chest heaving in a frightened panic. The Primarch looked down at what she was wearing, relieved to see her usual robes. With her solitary eye still wide in surprise, Hecate scanned her room. It was dimly lit by incensed candles and motionless. After a moment of silent observation, Hecate finally calmed her breath. Confusion ran through the Primarch's head. Why had she had such a dream and why was it so vivid? She could recall in exact detail how she looked, how she moved. It was more real of a dream than Hecate could recall having in a while.
Ever since the disaster that was the Council of Nikea, her so-called 'trial', Hecate and her legion, her beloved Thousand Daughters, had been confined to their homeworld of Prospero for the foreseeable future. Hecate, like most of her daughters and her mother, was a psyker. A being with an innate connection to the Immaterium. And many among the Imperium, that dull mongrel Leman Runa particularly, held a contempt for her and his daughters. Their ignorance made them malicious and paranoid and now she was under what was essentially 'house arrest'. Hecate contemplated her stewing frustration and wondered if it had anything to do with her dream. NO. She refused to believe there could be any emotions that belong to her that would act out in such a way. That dream was… not me. Hecate sighed as she realized that she likely wouldn't be getting back to sleep. With ease, the Primarch lifted herself into the air so that she was holding a normal meditating pose, though three feet above her bed. Closing her eye, the psyker brought herself to a calm, meditative state, something she had trained herself to do many decades before.
Her breaths were slow and steady as she floated almost entirely motionless. Breath In. Breath Out. Breath In. Breath Out. Hecate visualized her surroundings. The dim shadows across her room, the golden braziers flickering with embers, the heavy curtains around her bed. In. Out. How her body floated above the silken sheets. In. Out. How her chest heaved up and down with each breath. In. Out. How her breasts rocked back in forth in rhythmic movement. In. Out. In. Out. How her mouth hung open in labored breaths. In. Out. In. Out. How her legs were pushed back over her head. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. How her fingers grasp at the sheets in desperation. In, Out, In, Out, In, Out.
How her eye fluttered back in its socket. In Out In Out In Out. How she was rocked back and forth without protest. In-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out. How her legs trembled in ecstasy. InOutInOutInOutInOutInOut. Hecate's eye snapped open as she gasped for breath, falling onto her bed. Wh-what… She thought as her body shook. A familiar shiver suddenly ran down Hecate's spin, a shiver that instantly replaced her look of worry with one of fury.
In a split second, the psyker was floating in the air, her eye glowing with crackling energy and hands extended, each wielding that same crackling psychic power.
"Nobody is allowed in my mind but me. You will burn for that." She said aloud to seemingly no one.
A small chuckle came from the corner of her room. A figure appeared from the shadows, walking slowly until it was a few feet from the bed. The Primarch's heart dropped as she saw the same daemon from her dream standing before her.
"Well, that's a lie. Seems to me you've had more than a few voices bouncing in your head. Mine, your mother's…his…"
Hecate's eye widened. Was he...? "Are you one of…?"
"His?" Baren asked. He chuckled darkly. "No, who has time for that kind of nonsense. I just let myself in. You ought to be more careful, Primarch Hecate. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" Honestly, she should be grateful. He was saving her from a life of constant schemes and headaches.
"Leave now and never return, or I'll deliver you back to the Warp myself." The threat wasn't empty. Hecate was powerful, second only to her mother in terms of psychic strength. Powerful, but easy to toy with too.
"For what? I simply planted a seed, the rest of that was you, my dear. Such repressed desire." He licked his lips.
"You lie."
"I do." He admitted bluntly. "But it's even sweeter when I don't have to."
Hecate struggled to find a good response, a small doubt growing in the back of her mind that he may not be lying.
"Besides," Baren continued, stalking closer and closer to the psyker. "I can't leave until I collect what rightfully belongs to me." He sounded almost genuine, innocent even.
"What?" she asked in a stern tone.
"You."
As soon as the word left his mouth, the daemon lunged forward, his clawed hand reaching for Hecate's throat. The Primarch was caught off guard and almost failed to dodge the attack. The daemon was quick and immediately lunged again, not giving Hecate even a moment to breathe. Acting on instinct Hecate again managed to dodge him. As the daemon leaped at her again, Hecate managed to block him with a wall of psychic energy. He slammed against the construct before
viciously bashing and clawing at it. Gritting her teeth, the Primarch struggled to keep him at bay as his attacks quickly began to destroy the wall. In a desperate attempt to regain control Hecate lowered the wall and fired a blast of warp energy at the daemon. A moment before the blast connected, he braced with his forearms. The force of the blast sent him back several feet and steam rose from his forearms, the skin raw from the blast.
"Fight girl, while you still can." he said between his gritted teeth.
As soon as Hecate turned her head the daemon lunged. With a loud THUD, the two hit the floor, the daemon quickly straddling Hecate. Just as the Primarch was able to regain her bearings and turn to face the daemon on top of her, she felt cold metal around her neck. A loud SNAP sounded through the room. Before any realization of what had just happened came to Hecate, she began to feel herself sink through the floor, falling into darkness. Her bedroom door opened to reveal an empty room.
The pair hit the floor after several moments of falling, the two each rolling in different directions. In an instant Hecate was back to her feet, eyes glowing white. Baren, however, took much more time getting to his feet, no longer seeming to be in a rush. Almost casually he stood up with a smug smirk. Hecate reached a hand to her neck, surprised to feel a small collar.
"What the hell is this." Hecate said suppressing her anger. She tugged at the collar with one hand, despite its cool and metal-like texture it had some flexibility to it but, she couldn't get it off.
"Every pet needs a collar; otherwise how will others know who you belong to?"
Livid anger painted Hecate's face as she blasted at the daemon with the full force of her power. The room was lit up with contrasting black and white light, her attack enveloping the daemon entirely. He took the blast head-on, blocking as much as he could with his already burned forearms. The light slowly began to die down as she ended her attack. The daemon stood steadfast, steam rising from his entire body.
"I see… that just like an animal… you too need to be trained" He said between deep breaths, egging her on.
"I almost pity you." She said after steadying her breath.
Hecate again raised her hands and blasted the daemon. He braced for a moment, blocking the blast yet again. Though slowly he lowered his arms and took the full force of the blast. Hecate was left panting as her attack slowly died out.
"Fight all you can now for soon you will be at my knees" With steam still rising off his body, the daemon stood up straight.
With labored breaths, Hecate lifted heavy arms and fired at the daemon yet again. The blast was short and this time he took it without even flinching. Struggling to catch her breath, Hecate managed to keep herself in the air for only a few moments after the attack before falling to the ground. It took great effort, but the teen managed to bring herself up to one knee.
"Perhaps even sooner than I thought." he said slyly.
"What… what did you do" The girl asked while struggling to catch her breath, her legs shaking from just trying to support her weight.
The daemon brushed a small bit of ash off his shoulder before very casually walking towards the almost prone Primarch.
"Something the matter, Hecate?" Baren's grin was smug as he leered at the kneeling psyker.
"My Powers," Hecate said softly in horror.
"Oh that…" Getting the Infinite to part with a blackstone collar had been difficult, but losing one of his warriors in exchange for it was an acceptable price. What was one less Thunder Warrior in his legion, he owned thousands of them. "Don't worry. It's not as though you'll need them anymore."
As he spoke, Hecate could feel the effects of the collar. Already her body felt exhausted. She could barely keep her arms from falling to her sides as she pried at the collar.
"With such a wealth of power, you could have easily used your magic to sever the collar. But I knew you wouldn't, that you'd be too foolish to realize the threat it posed, too foolish to not try and attack me right away."
Softly, Hecate cursed herself as she pried harder at the collar. Her hands glowed with warp energy as she attempted to use what remained of her power to destroy it.
"I'm afraid it's too late for that my dear. That collar can endure far more than you can give right now."
"When my mother finds out what you've done, she will have your head." An undercurrent of worry carried through her voice. Panic was beginning to set in as Hecate saw the pulsing black stone at the center of the collar, feeling herself getting slightly weaker with each time it flashed. Unable to support her weight, the psyker fell onto all fours.
"Calling for mommy? Don't you think you're a bit too old for that?" Baren was next to Hecate now, towering over her. He reached down to the Primarch. Effortlessly, his hand clasped around her beck above the collar, lifting her into the air. Hecate grabbed and tugged at his grip futilely, her legs kicking as he lifted her off the ground.
"Let… go… of me." she muttered.
"Soon you will be begging for my touch, but until then, continue the fight. I adore defiance." The daemon carried Hecate to the side of the large room, walking past pillars and ornate statues until they reached a wall. Harshly, the daemon slammed her against it with a loud THUD. The psyker grunted in pain, but her legs only kicked at him harder.
He looked the Primarch up and down. His eyes ran up her bare legs before lingering on her hips, the perfect shape for a pair of hands to grab onto. Her tight robes hugged her voluptuous form, accentuating her hourglass-like figure. Again, his eyes lingered as his gaze reached her breasts. They were huge and delicious looking. His free hand absent-mindedly reached up to feel one of the soft mounds. His gaze continued up before resting on the psyker's face. It was scrunched up in absolute anger though even so, it was alluring.
"Get your… hands… of me," she managed to say despite his tight grip on her throat.
Ignoring her, his hand continued to explore the curves of her body, resting on her hip. He breathed a deep breath if contentment as he squeezed her waist.
"I cannot convey fully to you how much I look forward to breaking you in. I promise once we are finished, you'll share my excitement." Just like her sisters did. "The collar is a nice start, bit we will have to change more before I can truly call you my pet."
I will… feed you to… the beasts of-" Her voice was thick with hatred and contempt before the daemon cut her off, squeezing her throat tighter.
"The only words you need to utter are 'Yes master', you may breath more comfortably when you learn this lesson. Now then, let us make you more presentable." A clawed finger poked through her robes just below her neck, almost piercing her skin. It moved downward opening a hole that ended just below her breasts. The sides of her fat tits were now exposed to the air lewdly, almost as though she was wearing lingerie meant to show them off. "Well, that's a wonderful start."
His hand continued down her body until he reached her crotch. With her red face almost purple now, Hecate began kicking at him wildly, her grunts of anger still audible through his tight grasp. Slowly he moved the small piece of fabric covering her pussy to one side and slipped two fingers into her. The fit was tight but, with a small push, he was able to fully insert them. Hecate maintained a look of pure hatred, even as she struggled to stay conscious.
"Marvelous, you will take less work to prepare than I thought. Is it perhaps that you enjoy being handled in such a way? Almost like you been dreaming of it hmm?" His fingers began to slide in and out of her as he spoke. Hecate angrily growled in response.
With a wicked smile, the daemon stared at the girl's face, taking great pleasure in her livid anger. He seemed to hold her there forever, now working three fingers in and out of her. Hecate felt light- headed as it had been a while now since she had gotten a full breath. The girl's face grew red again in a blush as her body began to react to the daemon's advances, her crotch slick with her own juices.
By the time Baren slowed down, Hecate's legs weakly bumped against him rather than kick and her hands only grabbed onto his wrist rather than pry. The girl's look of anger had even begun to soften, her eye slightly closing as she glared into the distance. The daemon's fingers were soaked by the time he removed them.
"I have been generous, now it's time for my pleasure." He said as his hand reached down to his simple cloth pants, sliding them down until they were just a pile at his feet. He stroked himself with his hand that was still slick with Hecate's juices. He then pushed his waist against Hecate so that she could feel his shaft press against her stomach. The tip easily reached up to the bottom of her rib cage.
Hecate refused to look down at the shaft pressing against her and instead maintained her glaring look of contempt into the distance. Betraying her expression, Hecate's heart was beating at a million miles a minute as she felt the massive shaft pressing against her. Even through her robes, she could feel the veins of it press against her. Already he dwarfed her in size, easily three feet taller than her. But now as he held Hecate in the air and lined up his shaft with her torso, she looked like a doll. With all the power she outputted in her attempt to kill the daemon, she had practically no energy left and could only hang there helplessly as he prepared to ravish her. Calling on her years of meditation, Hecate tried to keep her focus on stopping the gem from taking any more from
her than it already has. This focus was tested as Hecate felt her body being lifted higher, the daemon's shaft running down her stomach towards her crotch. She was lifted up until she was at eye level with the daemon, the head of his shaft now resting just below her still slick entrance. He kept her there, pressed against his shaft ever so slightly. Slowly he leaned in. In disgust, Hecate turned her head away. With a wicked smile, the daemon began to lick along the Primarch's neck, adjusting his grip so that both his hand and the collar were lower. His warm tongue left a trail of saliva as it dragged across her soft skin. The girl could only shudder as she felt him trail his tongue up her neck and to her ear. His breath was warm on her cool skin. Gently he took the bottom of her earlobe into his mouth, biting it playfully. A tingle ran down the psyker's spine as she felt the bite, her cold expression faltering just slightly for a moment. He continued to nibble on her ear and neck. Hecate's breaths were slow and deep now as she tried to ignore the toe-curling sensation. Despite her clear defiance, Hecate could feel the heat within her burn brighter as he worked on her neck.
Hecate was so caught up in denying that she felt any pleasure, that she didn't consciously realize that the daemon has begun to slide her down onto his shaft. It was only when the head had fully slipped into her that Hecate realized. Her muscles tensed in defiance. She dug her nails into the daemon's arm, trying to find any way to get him to stop. He didn't even notice and continued to lower her down, all the while nibbling and licking along her neck and earlobe. The Primarch's look of anger and contempt softened even more as she tried harder and harder to deny the pleasure of his shaft slowly pushing into her. To deny the pleasure of being slowly stretched around him. And to deny the twisted pleasure that came from the pain of being penetrated so fully. The daemon's hand found a place on the Primarch's hip, using the grip to push her down further. Her lower stomach bulged out ever so slightly as he pushed deeper. Hecate loudly groaned as she was pulled further down. Again, Hecate seemingly lost track of the moment, blanking for a few seconds only to realize he had almost sunk her down half his... his big hard cock. Weakly her arms pushed at his chest while she desperately struggled to keep focus.
Just focus on the collar.
The daemon suddenly began to bite much more harshly on Hecate's now raw neck, drawing a gasp from the psyker. Her focus was snapped for just a moment again. Each time she came back Hecate could feel her body growing weaker, she could feel how much more of her had been sucked into the gem. Focus. She repeated to herself, again and again. Her face was strained with effort to keep focus despite the heat in her stomach and the spine-tingling feeling of his warm breath on her neck. Despite how weak she felt, she knew the stone still hadn't managed to rob her of all her strength or power.
The daemon had long since loosened his grip on the Primarch's throat, taking great pleasure in hearing her sharp and controlled breaths. She felt marvelous as her tight pussy parted around his shaft, and despite the massive size difference he managed to slide into her without a great deal of effort. The girl's gasps and grunts that came from his biting only made the daemon more excited, it was just a matter of time before he would break her. She was already well on the way. Once broken her mind would have no defense against the stone. He would sit on his throne, and she would kneel beside him, beside her sisters. Excited for what was to come, Baren almost lost track of the moment himself, just being brought back by another delectable gasp from Hecate. He had finally managed to fit her down his entire length. It was tight, almost too tight as her insides struggled to take his size. In time, he would ensure she fit his shaft perfectly.
The breath was stolen from Hecate's lungs as she felt a sharp tingle run all the way up her spine, forcing her to gasp. He had managed to slide her down his entire length, something Hecate thought impossible only a few minutes ago. Baren kept her there like that, fully impaled on his shaft,
forcing grunts and moans from her with each small movement. Hecate could feel her body struggle to take him, she could feel how he forcefully stretched her around his big hard cock. She bit the inside of her lip until it almost drew blood, in an attempt to hold back her moans. Being filled so entirely was intensely painful, even the smallest movement burned brightly. More disturbing was that Hecate could also feel her entire body burning with desire, her head growing foggier and her legs weaker each time she felt that pain shoot through her. Biting her lip harder Hecate repressed the pleasure and continued to focus. A small drip of crimson blood dripped down the psyker's purple lips as she bit down harder.
Her eyes filled with horror when she saw how his shaft bulged through her stomach. The bulge just ended below the tear in her robes. She feebly punched at the daemon's chest, her expression of anger and denial returning in full once she saw the absurdity of the situation.
Baren gave a low guttural laugh as he looked down and saw the way his shaft bulged through the girl. It wasn't easy to see right away due to the Primarch's robes, but after a moment it was clear to see his entire length and the way it pushed against her skin. The Primarch had seemingly gained a renewed vigor after seeing this, now punching weakly at him, her look of hatred back in full. "Good. I thought I had broken you already" He whispered in her ear.
Hecate winced as she felt the daemon begin to pull her back off his length, her whole body tensed up as she felt every inch slide out of her. By the time he had reached halfway Hecate was nearly panting, her eye half open as she struggled to endure the sensation of him dragging along her insides. As suddenly as he had begun to pull out, the daemon began to push back in, though this time he didn't linger when he bottomed out in her. With her eye now closed, the Primarch struggled to keep composure as he began to drag her up and down his shaft. He moved slowly but the psyker still wasn't able to keep up, her mouth open wide as she now openly panted like a dog. Her renewed look of anger quickly faded and was replaced by a look of strained effort, her eye only three quarters open. He was slow at first but now he had built up a rhythm and was moving at a steady pace, her half-exposed breasts gently bouncing up and down with each thrust. It took everything Hecate had to try and hold onto her focus while he fucked her like this, she dug her nails into his skin and bit her lip until it another trickle of blood ran down. Her whole body was wracked with a mix of pleasure and pain as he rocked her up and down methodically.
As though someone had flipped a switch, he suddenly began to pull her up and down his shaft much faster. Hecate's eye went wide as she felt his increase in speed, her face now in complete surprise as she desperately focused on hanging onto her powers. The daemon once again lowered his face to her neck, now the other side. This time however he didn't hold back as his tongue passionately ran up and down her neck, even wrapping around her ear and prodding in. The sensation, along with having her insides repeatedly smashed, almost sent Hecate's eyes back into her head. It was mind-numbing. The Primarch's face was completely strained now, her teeth bared, and her eyebrows furrowed. Every thrust drew a grunt or a poorly hidden moan from the girl. She could feel herself slowly breaking, each thrust battering her will to resist and tempting her to submit.
The pain was still there, more than ever, but as he continued to slam into her, Hecate found herself liking it more and more. After only ten or twenty seconds at this speed Hecate was moaning wildly. Her face was still twisted in effort as she continued to try and keep her focus, her eyes closed tightly and mouth wide open. The daemon's kisses were as passionate as his thrusts now. Rather than lick, bite, and kiss along just her neck the daemon began to lick along Hecate's chin and her cheek. The poor girl was so preoccupied that she didn't even notice as the daemon began to lick all
along her face, leaving trails of saliva along her soft and blushed cheeks.
The stone on Hecate's collar pulsed black more and more now as the psyker began to slip in and out of focus with each passing second. Her face was as tight in concentration now as it had ever been before but, it was a losing battle. She could feel her strength seeping away more and more with each thrust and each moan. She was on the edge of losing everything that made her special. She felt weak now, and not just because of her quickly diminishing powers. The warmth of his breath and the feeling of his tongue running all along her face and neck struck a primal feeling in the girl as he fucked her, her body yearned for submission, to just let the daemon have his way with her hot, slutty body. Her gut burned with desire when she thought of how he was dominating her.
In a final effort, the daemon sped up once again, now rocking the girl not just along half his length but along his full length with each thrust. With one hand still around the girl's neck and the other firmly grabbing her waist, he began bouncing her up and down like she was his own personal human flesh-light, with no regard for her well-being. The girl's mouth hung agape and her eye, which was wide in unbearable surprise only a few moments ago, now jumped back and forth between wide surprise and absent-minded haze. With her cheeks and chin now covered in his saliva and bite marks, he finally made a move for her mouth. His warm and long tongue slid right into her already open mouth and down her throat, twisting and swirling around inside. Hecate looked down in horror as he face-fucked her with his tongue, her confused, scared, and half-open eye watching helplessly as he fully dominated her.
The room was filled with the sound of wet flesh smacking wet flesh, muffled gags, and moans. Hecate could feel herself rapidly growing weaker and weaker now as her focus all but slipped away and the weaker she became the more tempting it was to give in. The girls' mind and body could only take so much and as her thoughts slowly became more and more incoherent and her body gave in more and more to the pleasure of submission, her will was reduced to only a slim shred of what it used to be. The sensations she had denied only minutes before now shook the girl's body in pleasure, her legs quivering with each painful thrust, her eyes rolling as her throat was fucked, and her toes curling at the feeling of his hands gripping her neck and waist so tightly. Her giant breasts barely managed to stay in her robes as they wildly bounced up and down with each thrust.
What little that remained of Hecate's mind began to melt away as the daemon neared his end, his thrusts reaching their peak speed which was almost a blur. The girl was like a rag-doll now, her arms slipping off his wrist to dangle uselessly at her side, her eyes slowing beginning to roll fully back into her head as she lost all sense of the situation. She couldn't form a single thought now. Speed was quickly traded for brutality as the daemon slammed her down onto his length with all his strength. His hand which rested on her hip was gripping it so tightly that it began to tear bits of the cloth showing more of her tantalizing ruby skin. His claws even drew a small drip of blood. His tongue reached so far down her throat that it felt like he was in her stomach. Each time he slammed the Primarch down his length, her eyes widened in surprise, almost coming back to reality for a moment before rolling back into her skull. Hecate's mind was overloaded with sensations of pain, pleasure, submission, and acceptance as she felt the last bit of her power freely flow out of her like an open faucet. Though even those thoughts faded away as she felt the searing sensation of him beginning to cum inside her.
As his seed painted her insides the Primarch's mind broke and any thoughts in her head went blank. At that moment she was nothing more than a hole to fill. She had submitted to his domination. Despite her head now lolling back and her body going entirely limp, the daemon finished pistoning into her, watching with delight as the stone on her neck began to glow brightly. Finally, he stopped
thrusting, sheathing her as far down on his shaft as possible before finishing cumming inside her. With her mind broken, the stone sucked what remained of her abilities away from her, rendering her nothing more than a normal girl. A normal, 18ft tall, red-skinned, one-eyed, immortal girl. As the girl's stomach began to bulge out from the amount of cum being pumped into her, the gem glowed a brilliant red confirming it was done. Hecate was no more.
The next few hours were a blur for Hecate as she slipped in and out of consciousness. The first time her senses came back to her she felt her body rocking against the cool floor, her cheek pressed against the ground. Her arms were laid down beside her. In a fast rhythm, her whole body pushed forwards and then pulled backward. She could feel an immense pressure around her hips as large hands gripped them tightly, almost certainly bruising them. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as her eye fluttered, a pool of saliva next to her face. She couldn't move a muscle. A loud smacking noise sounded through the room each time she was pulled back and as time passed, she could begin to recognize the familiar feeling of being stretchered wide around the daemon's shaft. She couldn't tell how long he had been fucking her like this, but she could feel the hot cum drooling down her legs. What little hadn't been fucked out of her remind in her womb, sloshing around with each thrust. The girl could only continue to groan helplessly as her eye closed yet again.
The next time Hecate's senses came back she could feel her legs being lifted high up. As her eye slowly opened, she could see the sinister smile of the daemon. He had her legs draped over his shoulders and was once again using her hips to pull her along his shaft while she lay on her back. Even In the foggy haze, Hecate could feel him rapidly entering her, battering her already bruised and abused insides. He huge tits had been pulled free of her robes by now and they bounced back and forth with each thrust, each breast covered in red bite marks and saliva. As her eye began to close again, she could see him reaching one hand down around her neck, squeezing it tightly as he fucked her faster, a small moan sounding from her lips as darkness overcame her.
Hecate was woken up this time by her own moans, the soft sound happening in an almost perfectly timed rhythm. Hecate was surprised to see she was looking up at the daemon's chin with her head laying up against his chest. The girl was barely strong enough to move her head, only able to inch it until it was upright against the daemon. In her haze, it was hard to figure out what was happening, but she could tell he was slowly lifting her up and down. One hand was on her sore waist, and the other was fondling one of her exposed breasts. Gathering all her might she managed to look down and see she was sitting on his lap, her legs splayed out wide. She could see her robe was in tatters, claw marks and tears riddling what parts of it hadn't been torn away. It had been peeled below her huge breasts with the top torso of the covering being torn away. The bottom was intact just above her belly button though it was almost half-covered in spots of white which blended greatly with the cream of the suit. Looking further down Hecate could see the crotch of her robe was again pulled to the side though she was confused to see her cum drooling pussy empty. He lifted her up slowly and lowered her back down again. Despite the empty feeling in her pussy, Hecate could feel him spread her insides around his length. Still moaning, she reached a weak hand to her stomach to confirm her suspicion as she felt the bulge of his cock inside of her. The bulge pushed deeper and deeper into her until she moaned yet again and her eye fluttered shut.
The last time Hecate would come into consciousness that night she was awoken by the sound of wet gagging. Instantly she could feel his tongue down her throat, the appendage somehow leagues larger than it was before, so much so that she couldn't take any breath in at all. It also had her gagging constantly. When her eye finally managed to open, she saw only darkness. Her knees were sore, and she could feel them pressed against the hard ground while her arms hung lifelessly at her side. A hand roughly gripped her hair and pulled her back. As she was dragged further and further
off the appendage, she slowly realized it was his cock that had been filling her throat. He pulled her off until just the head rested in her mouth. With eyes barely open, the psyker gasped for air. Using her hair as a grip he began to rapidly pull her back and forth along his length, covering the Primarch's face in spit and precum in the process. Fluids also dripped down onto the girl's massive breasts. She couldn't tell how long her throat fucked her for but eventually, she felt him grip her hair tightly and slam her all the way down his shaft. Her eye lazily lolled back as he began to pump her stomach full of cum. Baren slowly pulled out as he came, coating her throat with his cum before pulling out entirely. Holding her up by her hair, the daemon began to paint the girl's face in thick white cum before aiming lower and covering her large tits in it as well. As the last few spurts landed on her breasts and dripped down, the daemon finally let go of her hair.
Instantly the teen fell over onto her back with a wet SMACK. Her smudged mascara and lipstick was almost entirely covered by thick layers of cum. Her eye was half-open, barely able to open at all because of the massive cumshot. Her full purple lips were barely visible under his cum. Her throat was bruised all around, covered almost fully by dark hickeys and bite marks. The only part of her neck not raw red was the part under her collar, the stone of which now permanently glowed a dull black. Her arms laid out to either side, both covered in bruises and scratches, one still having a tatter of the robe that once covered it. Her breasts laid flat against her, both covered in harsh red bite marks. Cum almost covered each breast entirely. Her lower stomach was still covered with the bottom remains of her robe though it too was tattered, the spot above each hip looking like it was torn up by a bear. Through the holes in the suit, the skin of her hips were visible, and the skin was almost as purple as the girls' lipstick once was. The suit itself was splattered partially with cum, some of it new and some of it old. Her stomach below the suit was round, very slightly inflated with the cum he had just pumped down her throat and from the cum he had pumped into her guts earlier. The girl's pussy was swollen red, the hole still oozing out cum. The brutal fucking had left her tight pussy gaping ever so slightly, struggling to recover from the shaft that had stretched her to her limits. Just below, her ass also oozed out cum though much less as her insides were still mostly filled with the load he had put up her fat ass.
Her knees were bruised blue, and her legs quivered as she lay there. The Primarch couldn't move a muscle, she felt as mobile as a bag of wet cement. So, she laid there defeated, covered and filled with the cum of the man who now called her his pet. She tried to think, but any thought that came to her left just as fast as it arrived. She was mentally and physically exhausted. The girl could only let out a weak whimper when she noticed the glowing light around her neck and realized he had successfully taken her powers from her. She was nothing special now. She wondered if he was really was telling the truth when he said her dream was of her own creation. Did some part of her want this? Utterly defeated, Hecate gave up any hope of struggling and simply closed her eye, giving in to the exhaustion.
-
Somewhere, in the vast and winding halls of the Impossible Fortress, the Chaos God of Change and Ambition blinked.
"That…that was not what I planned at all!"
A Friendly Game (Morticia)
Chapter Summary
Morticia refuses to have anything to do with Chaos, so how can Isis hope to get her to join her rebellion? Maybe a friendly game with Baren can get Morticia to change her mind?
Chapter Notes
Art by CNMBJWX
'Moored' in the upper exosphere of the Imperial Mining World of Cthonia, the Gloriana-Class battleship known as The Vengeful Spirit, the very flagship of the Imperial Warmaster Isis Lupercal herself, was waiting. Just what it was waiting for soon became apparent as the fabric of real-space was torn asunder not too far from where the ship was stationed. From this relatively small tear in the fabric of the Materium, exited a second Gloriana-Class vessel, this one proudly displaying the grim skull heraldry of the 14th or Death Guard Legion of Astartes, the legion of the Primarch
Morticia of Barbarus. The Flagship of the Death Guard, known to the Imperium of Man as the Endurance, safely made the exit of the Warp, its Warp-Drives shutting off as the tear in space-time closed behind them. From this mighty sister-ship, a much smaller craft left from its bay, crossing the brink of Void between the two ships, and hailed the Spirit.
Aboard the Thunderhawk, the Primarch Morticia stood near the back of the craft, her face hidden beneath both the heavy woolen shroud and the cumbersome breathing apparatus affixed over her mouth and nose. The gaseous device hissed, and the Primarch inhaled a deep breath of the toxic and near-lethal atmosphere of her homeworld. Such a noxious and potent vapor would kill a lesser being, even among her most durable of daughters, but Morticia was different. She was a Primarch, she had been forced to live off the damnable mixture for years under the thumb of the Xeno overlords of Barbarus. Even now, thinking of the years of humiliation and torment forced upon her by her so-called 'father' boiled her blood.
But those years were far behind her now, she acknowledged, unclenching one heavy fist. She had scoured Barbarus of the Xeno psykers that had plagued it and reclaimed it in the name of humanity. Even if vengeance against her 'father' had been denied to her…
"My lady, we're boarding the Vengeful Spirit now." The words came from one of the mortal crew of the Thunderhawk, dragging Morticia from her choleric thoughts.
She waved the words away dismissively. "Alright," she muttered as the Thunderhawk came to a juddering stop within the Spirit's launch bay. She stepped forward and her loyal Death Shroud Terminators took position around her, their great man-reaper scythes held like the gleaming weapons of warrior-queens. The presence of her legion's elites wasn't strictly necessary, but there was still a level of expectation that came when two Primarchs met. This wasn't a casual talk between sisters, this was a meeting of warlords and legends. A certain level of pageantry was demanded. "Time to see what 'the Warmaster' wants."
Primarch Morticia of the Death Guard stepped aboard the Warmaster's flagship and was immediately met with the stares of the mortal crew members. Morticia and her daughters marched, disdainful of the slack-jawed gaping of the mortals around them. They might have been disappointed, actually. Morticia was not like her vapid prancing peacock of a sister Freya, or the Warp-damned sorcerer Hecate the Red. Her armor didn't gleam like starlight and had no ostentious jewels embedded on its surface. Its bronze and cream-colored plating was dim and dented, grimy with oil and caked with dirt. Her cloak was of a plain and roughly hewn material dyed olive green. Her daughters' heavy terminator armor and man-reapers were much the same way; kept in pristine function, but blatantly well-used. The only medals and trophies that adorned their plate were the marks they earned in battle, the dents of bullets and blades and the stains of toxic and hostile environments. Arms and armor used by the Death Guard were maintained not cleaned or polished. It reflected their tactics, their modus operandi; above all else, endure.
Primarch Isis of the Daughters of Isis and her 'Mournival' were there to meet Morticia and her entourage. To Morticia's surprise, Isis wasn't the only Primarch there. Aurora Aurelian stood by their sister's side, that smug, holier-than-thou smirk stuck to her face as usual. Morticia bit back a sneer. She was admittedly curious however as to what could have made the 'Warmaster' felt she needed the aid of two other Primarchs?
Isis stepped forward as Morticia approached. "Sister," she began pleasantly. "Welcome back to the Vengeful Spirit."
"Warmaster," Morticia responded curtly. "I heard you nearly died."
Morticia privately took a moment to enjoy the way Isis's pleasant mask briefly faltered at the reminder of her near-death experience. Seems the 'Warmaster' didn't like being reminded of her own mortality. To Isis's meager credit, she recovered swiftly.
"Reports of my injuries were…greatly exaggerated, sister." Isis waved away Morticia's remark with feigned levity.
"Hmmph, so you say." Morticia huffed, her breathing apparatus hissing. She turned to her other sister, the Aurelian, simply observing her and the Warmaster's interaction with that same self- satisfied smile on her face. "And what of you, Aurora? How goes your…'conversion?'" Again, Morticia was privately satisfied at the brief lividness that crossed Aurora's face.
Whatever retort the Aurelian had on her tongue however was cutoff by Isis. Why … don't we save conversation for the command deck, hmm? Let's not take up any more of our legions' time, shall we sisters?"
Morticia crossed her arms over her chest and grunted. "As you wish." Turning toward her Death Shroud Terminators, she waved her elites away. "You are dismissed. Go…mingle." Her daughters nodded as one, understanding the hidden meaning behind their mother's words. 'Mingle' actually meant 'Test yourselves against the Warmaster's terminators. Do Not disappoint me.' Isis dismissed her Mournival and the three sisters adjourned to the command deck of the Vengeful Spirit. Or rather, what had once been the Spirit's command deck. The room had been heavily altered since the last time Morticia had set foot inside. Now it more closely resembled a throne room, a heavy throne dominated the raised dais of the Strategium and the tattered banners bearing some twisting unknow symbol hung from the walls. It eerily reminded Morticia of her 'father's' stronghold, stretching high into Barbarus's toxic atmosphere, where even her superior physiology strained against each choking breath. The psyker bastard would regularly drag her up there to watch her gasp and gag for breath for his amusement and that of his court's.
The command deck was left empty save for the Primarchs and Isis immediately took to her throne. "Sisters," she began. "In recent times, a terrible truth has been revealed to me. Our mother, the Empress of Mankind, has retreated to Terra to cultivate a cult of personality focused solely on her as the divine savior of the Imperium. We, our sisters, and our loyal daughters are to be swept aside, forgotten and forsaken in favor of fallible and mundane human sycophants and High Lords."
Morticia took an involuntary step back from the throne, shocked to her core by her sister's declaration. Their mother, the Empress of Mankind, was plotting to spit in the face of everything the Great Crusade stood for, everything the Imperium stood for, all for her own ego? As she slowly started to come down from her own shock, Morticia's thoughts hardened. No, it actually made too much sense. It was only the natural conclusion to their mother's goals. The Empress's ego knew no bounds, just like Morticia's father's. She had spared the Librarians when they should have been hunted down and killed to the last, encouraged the Martian Mechanicum's adulation of her as their 'Omnisiah', it only made perfect sense that divinity was their mother's true end goal.
Morticia ripped her breathing apparatus from around her lips and asked Isis in a low and demanding voice. "And what is your plan then, Warmaster? We cannot allow this insanity to spread!"
"I am well aware of that, Morticia," Isis answered, her voice infuriatingly calm. "Rest assured, sister, we won't allow this stand. Even now, the foundation of a grand and righteous rebellion is
being laid down. The Titan Legions, The Mechanicum of Mars, even many of our own sisters are more than ready to join us. In a Terran years' time, maybe even less, we will be more than ready to march on Terra and rip our mother down from her pedestal of worship."
"And who among our sisterhood is ready to strike out against the Empress, hmm?" Morticia asked, her face a vicious sneer. She gestured at the still silent Aurora. "The Aurelian, what will she do? Evangelize the enemy to death?"
"Rude," Aurora muttered.
Morticia and Isis both steadily ignored her. The Warmaster attempted to cool the 14th Primarch's fatalism. "Of course, it won't be just the three of us, Morticia. Areia, Kassandra, Petra, Hecate, perhaps even Freya and the Khan will see the righteousness of our cause."
Her words, however, did little to ease Morticia's incredulity. Indeed, the Primarch of the Death Guard seemed to only get more outraged. "Areia?" She scoffed incredulously. "Curze? You expect to trust the fate of the Imperium in the hands of a feral dog and an insane seer? You're so-called 'righteous rebellion' will be fought by an army of broken sadists and mutilated monsters?"
Isis frowned. "Watch your tone, sister," the Warmaster took a deep breath. "And no, it will not just be mortal warriors who shall fight by our side. I have come to the conclusion that in order to defeat our mother, we may have to ally with the forces of the Warp."
Morticia reeled back from her sister's declaration, refusing to believe what she had just heard. Isis Lupercal, the Warmaster, the apple of their mother's eyes, had suggested they ally themselves with the creatures of the Warp against their mother? Morticia had seen firsthand the cancerous touch that was the Warp and those who could use it. Her xeno father and his overlords would use their unnatural abilities to create beings of corpulent and diseased flesh from the carcasses of their serfs, animating their bodies with corruptive psychic energies. It was unnatural, a cancer and she would have no part of it.
"Madness…" Morticia whispered. "This is madness, and I won't let you drag me down with you, Isis!"
The Warmaster leaned back into her mighty throne, her face eerily expressionless. "I am surprised at you, Morticia. I thought you would have taken any chance you could to strike back against the Empress."
"Not this way," Morticia hissed at the Lupercal. "Should this madness pass you, sister, then you may feel free to contact me again. Until that day, however, I will have no more to do with this talk of Warp nonsense and psykers."
The Primarch of the Death Guard stormed out of the command deck not soon after, her Death Shroud Terminators loyally following behind their mother as she returned to her own flagship. The Endurance soon left, leaving the Vengeful Spirit alone once more in the upper atmosphere of Cthonia.
The Warmaster made no move to stop her sister, and simply remained on her throne. As soon as the doors to the Strategium sealed shut however, she groaned and pinched her brow. Behind her, Baren slipped into real-space, his form shimmering and flickering as it dropped its disguise.
"That was handled rather…poorly, if you don't mind my saying, Isis." There was no mistaking the disappointment in his tone. Isis didn't let out a pitiful whine like Aurora did (honestly have some self-respect, sister) at his displeasure, but a part of her had to resist flinching at words. Only because of how it made her look, of course. It wasn't as if she cared if she pleased Baren or not. Obviously.
Any excuse the Warmaster or the Aurelian could have come up with went unsaid, however. Baren simply raised one clawed hand, cutting them off before they could get a word in. "It seems I'll just have to convince Primarch Morticia myself." The Daemon Prince of Slaanesh grinned toothily, his many sharp teeth glinting in the light of the command deck. "This will be very entertaining." With a loud crack! Baren disappeared from the Vengeful Spirit.
-
Back aboard the Endurance, the Primarch Morticia was stewing in her outrage. Upon her return to her flagship, she had given strict orders to her captains that she was not to be disturbed and retreated to her private quarters. The Primarch angrily took a huff off of her breathing apparatus, taking to the lethal fumes like an alcoholic took to spirits. The very nerve of Isis, asking her, her of all their sisters to side with her in using psykers. True, Morticia despised her mother, the Empress had had the audacity to deny Morticia her rightly deserved vengeance against her xeno 'father', but Morticia hated psykers and the Warp even more.
It was in this state that Baren found his latest target. Sitting on her bed in a surly huff like a spoiled governor's daughter who had been denied getting her way. It was almost cute. He slithered into the Primarch's chamber, unseen in his hidden form. He remained so as he stalked closer to Morticia, admiring her curvaceous body hidden under her chiton. He leaned in until his lips were close to brushing against Morticia's ear before asking; "So, is sulking what you do, or are you just having an off day?"
Morticia's eyes widened, and she immediately swung her fist into the direction of the voice. Baren leapt back with ease, chuckling as he did so. "I have to say, I'm impressed by your reflexes," he admitted as he easily dodged another heavy-handed attack from the startled Primarch. "I was told that you Death Guard girls were rather slow."
"Who are you?" Morticia demanded, still trying to bludgeon this strange-looking intruder with her fist. Her armor and weapons had been stored in the Endurance's armory. She was completely unarmed. That wouldn't stop her, however. "How did you get in here?"
"Oh, well I let myself in," Baren casually answered. He was actually getting pretty bored with just dodging the enraged Primarch. With a great sweeping motion of his wings, he took to the air above her, floating just out of Morticia's reach. It was actually pretty amusing watching one of the taller Primarch's actually be too short to be able to catch him and just watch her futilely jumping into the air. Her ineffective jumping also had the added benefit of giving him a nice show, watching her ample bust bounce behind her thin chiton. "I'm Baren, by the way. Nice to meet you, Primarch Morticia."
Eventually, Morticia finally realized that she wasn't going to reach him and instead rushed over to the inter-vox by her door. Pressing a button, she hissed into the machine; "There's an intruder in the ship, send a detachment of Terminators to my quarters immediately."
The machine didn't answer, only emitting the static hissing of an empty vox channel. Morticia growled to herself, fully aware of Baren's smug amused look behind her. "She punched to activated
switch for the door, only for the heavy entrance to remain close. With a hate-filled snarl, the Primarch smashed her fist into the door, trying to pry it open, only for it to refuse to budge, even in the face of her incredible strength. Behind her, Baren snickered.
"You didn't honestly think it would be that easy, did you?"
Morticia spun around on her heel to face him. "You will be quiet!" She snapped.
"Aww, but I didn't even get to say why I'm here yet," the Daemon mockingly whined, pouting.
Morticia bit back her instinctive retort. The daemon had unwittingly drifted closer to the ground almost within her reach. Her apparatus was still draped around her neck, still pumping the toxic air of Barbarus. Surely such a poisonous mixture could prove enough to weaken a psyker? Morticia would never admit this to anyone for as long as she lived, but she was afraid of what this Daemon might do to her if her plan failed. So, might as well let him keep talking.
"And just why are you here?" The Primarch demanded, planting her fists on her wide hips. She puffed out her chest, hoping to look like the image of control and strength. Instead, all she achieved was offering up her big fat tits to the lecherous daemon's grasping hands. Baren was more than tempted to take the Primarch up on that offer… but no. Not yet anyway, let her cook just a little longer before he tucked in.
"To tell you that you should reconsider you're the Warmaster's offer."
Morticia's already dour face soured even further. "Oh, you're one of the Warp creatures, aren't you?" The Primarch huffed and crossed her arms under her chest, unknowingly propping up her already very prominent bust. "I don't need help from you or your psykers to win." She pretended to glance away, but kept the daemon just out the corner of her eye. His tail was almost in reach, flicking back and forth lazily.
Almost…
"I think it might be in your best interest to recon-wagh!"
Got it!
While the Daemon was distracted, Morticia struck! As fast as a serpent, she snatched the Daemon's spade-tipped tail and dragged him down to the ground, pinning him underneath her voluptuous form. Before Baren even had a chance to struggle, Morticia ripped the gasmask from around her neck and forced over the Daemon's mouth, pumping in as much of Barbarus's toxic atmosphere as she could. It was not until the reserves were completely empty did she let the mask fall from her grip, only to be forcibly shoved away by a hacking and gagging Baren.
"Disgusting," the Daemon rasped, sounding more offended by the taste of the poisonous gas than by the attack itself. Still, the attack did little to slow him down, much to Morticia's horror. He seized the shivering Primarch by her throat and tossed her onto her bed with one arm. He immediately pinned her down in a reverse of their earlier position. Her grabbed Morticia by her white hair and tugged her head back, his lips hovering over her gasping mouth,
"I've had a taste of yours," he muttered darkly, glaring into her wide eyes. "Have a hit of mine."
He then preceded to give Morticia the most savage kiss of her life. It was like he was devouring her, like he was wolfing her down! Time and time again, he firmly pressed his lips against hers. First, he turned his head to the left, opening and closing his mouth. Then he took her from the right, forked tongue worming into her mouth. Each time the seal between their lips was broken, thick red mist poured from Baren's mouth, filling up Morticia's lungs, her blood! When Baren withdrew, he left her panting. The kissed left her leaking from her lips, her eyes…her pussy, her body was hot with a strange and invasive fever.
"Mmmm…" Baren chuckled darkly, he got off of Morticia and took a seat beside her on her bed. "How bout a little wager, Morticia? A friendly little game?"
"W-what kind of game?" Morticia asked, shivering. She didn't like how close Baren was, forcing her to retreat further up her bed to put space between them. Her chambers were spartan and humid, and the air was stale and thick with the scent of aphrodisia. She found herself feeling more and more like a cornered animal, like she was being goaded into a cage.
"It's just a harmless little game, don't worry," Barne 'reassured her', wrapping a friendly arm around her and dragging the paling Morticia closer, rubbing her shoulder in a far too familiar way. "If you win, I leave you and your sisters alone and you fight your rebellion without my help."
"…And if I lose?" Morticia couldn't help but ask. She knew she shouldn't have indulged the thought at all. There was no possible way this Daemon could beat her at anything. Still…
Baren smiled, as though he was hoping she would ask. "Then you and your sisters belong to me." He hissed, his lips brushing against the blushing Primarch's ear.
Morticia's already pale face lost what little color it had upon hearing the Daemon's ultimatum. This psyker… this Daemon… he would have her and her sisters as his slaves, as his pets, toying and tormenting them for his amusement. Just like her father…just like the Empress. Morticia shook the dire thoughts out of her and drew what resolve he had left. No, she wouldn't let it come to that. She would beat this Daemon and prove that they didn't need the Warp to win.
"I…I accept!" Morticia declared, not sounding nearly as sure of herself as she had hoped.
Baren only grinned, every razor-sharp tooth gleaming. "Game on, then." He said. To Morticia's shock, Baren tugged down his pants and freed his cock – and to her greater shock it turned out he was fucking massive. Morticia squawked in surprise as he brought that thick-headed behemoth out into the light. She gulped and scurried away, pressing her back against the wall, wanting to retreat but seeing nowhere to run. "What are you doing!?" she demanded, averting her eyes and blocking the line of sight with one hand.
"What?" Baren asked, mockingly innocent. "This is the game, Morticia. We each get ten minutes to try and make the other cum. If you can get me to cum before I can make you do the same, you win. If not…" The words went unsaid, the hanging sword over her head well and clear to the blushing Primarch. He put his arm back around her, drawing her back in firmly until her gargantuan breasts were heaped up on his chest, titflesh spilling down his pecs and all over his abs. He cupped her chin. "It should be child's play for a Primarch, shouldn't it?"
With another toothy smirk, the Daemon pressed against Morticia, shoving her off the bed. "Up, up. On your knees now, Morticia."
Morticia let out a small yelp as she ungracefully slid to the floor, falling on her knees and between Baren's legs. She whimpered as she looked up to see Baren's cock looming over her. It stood proudly, casting a shadow over her face. She stared at it cross-eyed, with the mammoth of a shaft being mere inches from her plump lips.
"M-my knees?" Morticia asked, uncertain. Baren chuckled at her naivety, giving her a condescending pat on the head like she was a pet who had done something adorable.
"Yes, Morticia, your knees. You do know how to give a blowjob, don't you?"
Morticia felt her pale face turn red at the Daemon's teasing and grew frustrated at how easily he was able to toy with her. Why should she feel bad that she didn't have much experience in the bedroom? She was a Warlord, not a hive-city hooker!
Still, that was one big cock…
Morticia shook herself out of her daze. She remembered the objective. Right. Just make him cum and get him to leave. Simple as that. Terra, he was big. She might have a hard time. No. There was no room for thoughts like that. Isis better be grateful for the things Morticia did for her.
"Ten minutes, Morticia. Tick Tock…"
"Shut up!" Morticia said, her intended commanding bark coming out more like a whimpering plea. Still, Morticia went to work, reaching a trembling hand up towards that monolithic cock. She slowly, clumsily pumped up and down a few inches of the shaft, more exploratory than anything. Morticia looked at the floor, gulped, and very slowly and consciously began to open her mouth.
"Ahhh~" Her plump pink lips fell open, and Baren bucked his hips forward and depressed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. Its squirming stopped abruptly, all available space in her mouth now taken up with daemoncock. Precum splashed onto the roof of her mouth as Morticia uncertainly began to bob her head up and down. Time seemed to stop as her mouth was stretched out around Baren's cock.
With every slick, sweaty inch of cock that slowly pushed its way into her overstretched mouth, Morticia's worry began to deepen. This had been a questionable idea to start, but now that it was in her mouth, her brain was struggling to keep up with her senses. There was that thick, musky taste, that stench of sweat and manliness, that dripping, lingering flavor of precum and cock that seeped into her taste buds for the first time. Her eyes widened, glancing rapidly, helplessly, from a cross- eyed stare at the huge dick slipping into her open mouth to Baren's confident, grinning expression. Her own expression was all confusion, her eyes overwhelmed and pleading.
Feeling yet more gooey mess start to dribble and spurt from the tip, she sort of coughed, gagged slightly, but all it served to was instantly slip her down another inch of that enormous pillar of pure, intimidating, daemonhood. Baren felt that there was lot to be desired.
"Come on now, Morticia. Surely that's not the best you've got?" He mockingly asked, causing the Primarch to whimper. "Why don't you use those fat tits of yours? Or would you rather ask one of your sisters for help?"
"I don't-" Morticia tried briefly to defend herself even as she did what she was told. She reached up and grabbed the top of her chiton and pulled it down below her breasts with one great tug, exposing her huge pale tits to the hot musk-filled air of the room. With her tits heaving in the open, she
brought her hands to their flanks and lifted them high up. Parting them, Morticia leaned forward and wrapped her enormous cool pillows around her throbbing shaft, gasping at how hot his skin felt against her cool tit-flesh.
"I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised." The Daemon drawled, a malicious grin on his face as he leered at the cornered, curvy Primarch. "You still needed mommy to save you on Barbarus didn't you?"
Morticia froze, a quiet, unfamiliar dread creeping up her spine. Eyes wide, she stared at the Daemon Prince in unsettled uncertainty, even as she continued to drag her heavy tits up and down his cock. "H-how do you know that?" She hated how weak she sounded. How easily this psyker had managed to catch her off guard, managed to trap her in her own sanctum. How had she allowed this to happen?
"Know what, Morticia?" The Daemon mockingly asked. "That you were too weak to kill your father yourself? That you tripped on the final hurdle and needed the Empress to come save your sorry hide? That despite all your talk and bravado, you couldn't even accomplish a single revolt without mommy's help?"
"I-I could have!" Morticia pitifully tried to defend herself. She squeezed her rack even tighter around Baren's cock, pressing soft, submissive kisses to the head. Their body language was certainly something to see. Baren, so confident, so powerful, aggressive even, leaning towards her. "Th-the Xeno…he cheated. He was too afraid to face me. He knew he didn't have a chance without the toxins." And then you had Morticia: shrunken back, squirming, glancing away weakly. Her posture was reserved, defensive, as she feebly insisted that her defeat was a fluke.
Baren called bull. "Or maybe he just didn't think you were worth the effort?" Morticia had to bite back a whine at the Daemon's cruel words. The Primarch furiously worked her large boobs up and down Baren's length. Squeezing her fat tits around the shaft tightly, it towered out of her cleavage as she worked her breasts. Terra, she was getting hot. She was getting very hot. She had no idea how long she had been at this. He had to be getting close, right? Morticia backed up her titjob by licking the head of his cock, and taking it into her mouth a little She felt his shaft trembling…
Morticia let out a mortified squeal as Baren began to cum, her efforts to tug her head away powerless against the grip he had on her. A thick, hot tide of semen bubbled forth from the head of his cock, the tip opened up all the way as it struggled to keep up with the volume he was pumping out! First shot, second shot, third shot... His cum kept pouring out, each trembling ejaculation barely clear of the head and white-washing her mouth before the successive one was rocketing up behind it, pushing spunk out with even more force and pressure!
Baren threw his head and groaned somewhere around the seventh shot, and finally loosened his grip. Morticia was free to collapse onto the floor, the poor girl sucking in dear gasps. A waterfall of daemoncum oozed out of her mouth as she clutched her chest, thinking the nightmare was finally over... But that thought only lasted until long ropes of semen lashed across her back like flamer blasts! She was getting soaked!
He gripped her shoulder, turned the girl back to face him. Morticia barely had time to organze her thoughts before Baren forced his cock back in her mouth. Just in time for the tenth shot, and all the ones after it. Any semen that might have dribbled out of her mouth during her short-lived respite was now being ruggedly forced down her throat!
"You bastard!" Morticia squawked, trying in vain to wipe her mouth clean. Her tits jiggled with every protest, the slightest movement sending those heavy orbs swaying. "Fuck!" she yelped, quickly reaching down. Without warning, she gripped her top at the hem and swiped it off over her head in one smooth, clean movement.
Morticia's top-heavy form was finally bared in full, her titanic titties bouncing unevenly at the sudden yank of dampened fabric, jiggling and swaying with their own weight and momentum, as she hurriedly mopped up with her garment. All she cared about was cleaning up and getting that horrible sticky slime off of her!
As soon as she had managed to get most of Baren's cum off of her, the Daemon seized the shivering Primarch by the hair and casually tossed her onto her back atop her bed. Her legs opened up instinctive, thick thighs shooting apart to welcome in any and every of Baren's cruel desires.
"Don't be such a sore loser, Morticia." The Primarch's eyes widened in horror. Loser? No, there was no way she lost! But, Morticia dimly realized that Baren was telling the truth. It had been more than ten minutes. She had lost…and now Baren was going to have his turn. Too fast for Morticia to escape, the Prince rolled toward her, hooked an arm around her hip, and tugged her toward him. His strong hands easily guided her to just where he wanted. In less time than it took to wink he had pulled her slit to his face.
"Fuck!" Straddling the Prince's face, Morticia could do little more than look down as Baren first licked, then sucked, her clit. With hands on her upper thighs, the Daemon held Mortica in place confidently while his tongue explored her tender flesh. The sensation was blissful. The Prince took his time, drawing out the experience, sending jolts of cruel pleasure darting into her. Morticia's thighs began to tremble.
"It's so sweet," Baren groaned. His tongue was circling her clit rhythmically.
"No, please," Morticia gasped. It was wrong. The Daemon was melting away her resistance. His every touch weakened her, the intoxicatingly sweet press of his lips and tongue against her slit. She was sliding toward orgasm. How had she gone so wrong? "TERRA!" Morticia cried out in bliss, having a massive orgasm. It was unlike any she had ever felt––it just kept going and going.
Baren spoke, a rough edge creeping into his voice. "It's time for me to claim my prize."
Morticia's mouth opened wider, shoulders rising in fright and eager anticipation as Baren's heavy cock slapped down on her belly, flinging a lazy rope of precum up her right tit and all the way to her jawline. She couldn't believe what was happening – how had everything gone so wrong? Now a Daemon was about to make her his whore.
Baren pushed his hips forward, driving his monstercock up her belly all the way to her tits. She blinked at the broad, pink cockhead protruding between her breasts, so massive it nearly surmounted her entire torso. Oh Teraa…this thing was gonna destroy her… As he pulled back, she wet her lips and tried to beg, but she found she couldn't speak: her breath was too short, her tongue too tied with nerves, and all she could do was bite her lip as Baren lifted her legs again, lifting her rump, getting her in position for the mating press of a lifetime. She was doomed…
At last, Baren rose into a squat and pressed his cockhead against her soaking pussylips. Morticia almost came just from the touch, shuddering and groaning, folding her hands behind her head. She knew there was no way out…but that just made the whole situation hotter. As Baren pressed his
cockhead firmly inside her, she eeped and tensed…and timidly met his burning eyes. "Haah… what…?" she asked, when she noticed he'd gone still.
Baren was just making sure he was secure inside her, finding his angle. A moment later, Morticia's eyes flew back in her head as he rocked forwards, lifted his hips, and brought them down in a thrashing assault on Morticia's asscheeks. She howled in bliss as Baren's daemoncock vanished and appeared, vanished and appeared, pounding in and out of her sensitive cunt at a furious pace! Her pussy clung to his cock, tugged rapidly in and out by his wall-stretching girth while her asscheeks bobbled sweatily around. Her tits leapt up to her chin as she wailed for mercy, only for her mouth to be covered by Baren's chest as he buried her beneath his mass. The muscular stud pumped her cunt like she belonged to him, stirring up her insides with his giant daemoncock until she couldn't even think straight. Tears trickled down her crimson cheeks, weeping in the depths of pleasure, clinging to Baren's shoulders as he launched a machine-like assault on her poor, unprotected pussy. She'd never taken anything so big before; he was stretching her out so that no other man would ever be able to pleasure her. As her bliss climbed and climbed, her cries grew shakier and more hoarse. Her body simply couldn't contain the voluminous ecstasy Baren seemed intent on filling her up with: she came first, her thighs rippling as she lifted her hips up higher and squirted like a broken faucet, spraying her own goofy, ahegao-ing face with clear juices as Baren kept on pumping her cunt. He ruined her with brutal intent, slamming his fist-sized nuts into her asscheeks with every thrust – and when Morticia laid a hand on her belly, she felt the hot cockbulge lurching up and down, up and down, punching so hard and deep that, right now, her womb was probably located somewhere behind her tits.
"N-Nooo!" Morticia crooned as she hit a second orgasm. She was totally losing control, sinking deeper into a mire of bliss from which there was no escape. Her face painted bright red, her tongue flapping around outside her mouth, she became nothing more than a toy for Baren's pleasure: he hammered her without mercy or remorse, taking out his pent-up frustrations on her poor pussy, anger energizing him long past the point any other man would have grown exhausted. "Hngh-ghuh- ghuh-huaah!" Her asscheeks rippling, tits bouncing, belly bulging… Morticia's vision blurred. There was no use in fighting it: this pleasure was all-consuming, and she wanted it to consume her, so why resist at all? She groaned into Baren's chest, then bit his collarbone gently, grasping her own ankles next to her ears so he could squeeze her tits as he fucked her. Yesss… This was what she needed, what she'd longed for without knowing it – to be treated like a bimbo whore, to be fucked and discarded by a superior male, who only cared about blasting a load into her slutty, cock- pleasing pussy… What could be more depraved than that?
"Fuck," Baren growled as he got close to orgasm, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw, resisting the urge to blast her womb straight away. He still needed to punish Morticia some more, and he knew exactly how he was going to do it. He rolled her over, maneuvering her on his cock without pulling out, until she was on all fours and he was leaning over her fat ass. He swatted her rump hard, and as it wobbled juicily from side to side, he started to thrust again – harder than ever, clobbering her cervix with his meaty shaft until her eyes rolled all the way back into her head, rocking her back and forth on her hands and knees while her huge tits swung between her biceps!
"B-Baren--!" Morticia wheezed, too startled to say anything else. "Baren!" She clenched her teeth as she came again, squirting her slippery fem-load down Baren's thighs while her sweat-shining ass continued to ripple and clap against his hips. This wasn't sex – it was a red-hot breeding session, and Morticia wanted nothing more than to feel Baren's virile cum cascading off the walls of her womb!
She got her wish a moment later, as Baren grasped her waist and pulled her towards him, lifting her onto her knees and hooking an arm around her neck, holding her back against his powerful body as he erupted a giant, surging load. Morticia gurgled as her womb filled up, her eyes narrowing and glistening with tears. Baren guided her right hand to her belly, and she felt her own stomach swelling around his gooey shots of jizz, one after another, straining her inner walls until she felt like she'd burst! He caught her pale hair between his teeth and tugged, laying claim to her body in a primal, savage manner, making her understand how things had changed between them.
At last, he leaned forwards, pressing her slowly under him until he was lying flat on her body. He didn't pull out, but rested inside her, occasionally stirring his hips. Morticia, meanwhile, was squished into the bedsheets, forced to breathe through the blanket's material, groaning in sweet bliss as she felt Baren's cock softening in her cunt.
-
Isis looked up from where she impatiently pacing across her throne room, and blushed furiously at the sight of Baren carrying a moaning and cum-coated Morticia in his arms.
"I managed to talk her into it."
Public Displays (Romilly Guilliman)
Chapter Summary
Baren and Romilly put on quite the performance for Ultramar at Aurora's behest.
Chapter Notes
Art by Flick.
The plot thiccens...
The Glorianna-Class battleship The Vengeful Spirit drifted through the vast expansive void of space, orbiting a vast, red planet. This planet was not the Holy-Forge World of Mars, however, as the vast and expansive industrialization of Sol-4 was completely absent. Instead, this planet was Bodt, a volcanic, ash-soaked Imperial Death World that served as the training grounds and recruitment world of the 12th legion of Astartes – the World Eaters. The Spirit's liege – the Imperial Warmaster Isis Lupercal – was not present on her flagship at the time. She was down below on
Bodt's surface, attempting to locate her berserker sister Areia to invite her into the Warmaster's burgeoning alliance.
While Isis was busy traveling from monastery to monastery and arena to arena, her patron – the Daemon Prince of Slaanesh known as Baren – and her sister Aurora Aurelian remained aboard the flagship. The Primarch of the Word Bearers slipped into the Spirit's command deck as quietly as she could. Atop the raised dais amidst this Strategium turned dark temple was an ornate throne that – ostensibly - belonged to the Warmaster. In practice however, well, seeing as Baren was the one currently occupying it made the hierarchy clear. Where Isis sat straight backed and attentive like a High Queen, Baren was slouched and casual, a war chief waiting for his lieutenants reports or his harem girls to entertain him. Aurora was happy to say she could serve as both. That wasn't the only reason she was here, however. While Isis was searching for Areia, Baren was going on the hunt for another of their sisters.
Romilly Guilliman.
Even her name was cause for Aurora's choler to rise and her blood to boil. Guilliman, perfect, faithful Guilliman. Primarch of the Ultramarines, Master of the 500 worlds of Ultramar. Destroyer of Monarchia. Aurora remembered that awful day, being forced to her knees, helplessly watching as Monarchia, her life's work, was reduced to ash and cinders by the Thirteenth Legion. All the while Guilliman was there, standing by their mother's side. Watching her humiliation, mocking her without needing to say anything. Aurora wanted Romilly to suffer like she did. To have everything she holds dear to be ruined in front of her eyes as she watches on helplessly. And there were two ways for her to go about it. One was to destroy Ultramar, Romilly's own personal fiefdom in the Imperium. 500 planets united as beacons of order and civility; an Imperium in miniature. She would see how Guilliman liked being on the other side, forced to watch as Aurora's beloved Word Bearers brought her kingdom to its knees, as everything she had worked for was rendered meaningless. Yes, that would be deeply satisfying.
But it was only one way.
The other way, well, the other way was what she wanted to speak to Baren about.
The Slaaneshi prince raised an eyebrow as Aurora fell to her knees before his throne. She crawled over to him, panther-like, her ass swaying, her breasts rocking back and forth as she did so. Baren smirked; amusement evident on his face. "What do we have here?" he asked, eyes narrowing, curious to see what little game his pet wanted to play.
Auror knelt before him, wrapping her heavy bust around the Daemon's cock. "You are going after Romilly next." It was not a question and they were both aware of it. The Primarch pressed her soft lips to the cockhead, dragging her tongue over the drooling lengths of precum.
Baren let out a groan at that, one hand coming down to gently pet her head. Despite this, he looked seriously down at Aurora. "What of it? Do you wish to come along, perhaps take your legion with you?" Baren wasn't necessarily against the idea of Aurora taking revenge on her sister while he was corrupting her, he simply saw it as unnecessary effort on the Aurelian's part.
Aurora shook her head, thrilling strings of pleasure running up her spine as she worshipped hid cock. "No, I simply have a suggestion." She says, her tongue sliding over the throbbing shaft. "Romilly will be making an address that will be broadcasted across all 500 worlds of Ultramar. It would be a shame if someone disrupted it." The rest didn't need to be said, the implications of Aurora's words spoke plenty on their own. Yes, Aurora could burn Ultramar to the ground and
force her sister to kneel in the ashes, but why do that when she could do the inverse? Let all of Ultramar watch as their precious prodigal daughter was reduced to a moaning, sobbing holo-slut wreck.
Her master certainly saw the appeal. Baren gave a shark toothed smile, fangs glistening. "Get a new pet…and send a message to Revelation all in one go." In all honesty, Baren had been looking for an excuse to throw subtlety out the window and with Isis's rebellion in the works, the timing may be right. He was a Slaaneshi, subtlety was a chore at best. "Alright then… let's give the Imperium a show." He gave Aurora's pale ass a hard SMACK, causing it bounce wonderfully. Aurora moaned against his shaft, her breasts sliding up and down the cum and saliva coated cock.
"Then no more talking," Aurora says around a mouthful of precum, before sliding down, working her breasts against Baren's throbbing daemoncock. She stroked his shaft without rhythm or timing, it was a hedonistic, primal and delicious form of worship, causing her master to groan in pleasure, her cum slick breasts surrounding his thick cock as her agile tongue and plump lifts work across his shaft. Aurora's mind surged with pleasure as his cock worked across her face and between her breasts until her back arched and a torrent of femcum went squirting out onto the floor, a powerful orgasm rippling through her, a screeching moan leaving her lips as she shuddered in raw pleasure.
Baren gripped her ass, a groan leaving his lips as his balls clenched. Aurora instantly leaned forward, opening her mouth above his cockhead, just in time for the first torrent of cum to splatter across her face. He coated her in a thick layer of daemoncum, and it kept coming, each jet sending fresh layers of white across her face and into her open mouth.
Cum coated her face and tits, matting her hear and running down her body in thick layers by the time it finished, leaving her a cum coated and moaning mess as she lapped up her treat. Baren left her to it, opening a tear in real-space, one that led from the Spirit's strategium straight to the heart of Ultramar.
-
To the east of the Galactic center was Segmenta Ultima, the largest of the four segementums that composed the newly formed Imperium of Man. Amidst this sea of planets, stars, and black holes, was the legendary Realm of Ultramar. Ultramar was an interstellar fiefdom composed of 500 worlds untied under the stewardship of Primarch Romilly Guilliman and her personal legion of Astartes: the Ultramarines. Ultramar stood as a mirror-image of the greater Imperium, a united empire of human occupied and ruled planets that stood as a symbol of order and the supreme might of humanity. Amidst these 500 planets, one in particular stood out: Macragge, a mountainous civilized world that served as both the center of governance of Ultramar and the home world of the Ultramarines legion.
Amidst the mountain ranges of Macragge, the Ultramarines made their home atop the mightiest peaks within the Hera's Crowns Mountains. Upon these regal peaks stands the Thirteenth Legion's temple-monastery Fort Hera, where prospective Neophytes are augmented and trained in both body and mind to be equal parts soldier and governor. Within the mighty halls of this noble fortress was Romilly herself, pacing alone within her throne room. The Mistress of Ultramar, clad in a simple blue and white toga, buzzed with anticipation as the time for her address drew closer. It was nothing of great import, at least not to the wider galaxy, just a small speech to commend how far the Imperium had come and how Ultramar stood out as a testament to its principles. Not that the citizens of Ultramar would see it that way, any speech made by their beloved consul was seen as a momentous occasion.
Romilly allowed a rare smile to come to her face. Their loyalty was touching and a part of her wished her adoptive father was here to see how far the realm had come. The Empress was someone to admire and Romilly would admit that a part of her preened when even she recognized Ultramar's magnificence, but it wasn't the same as if her father had said it. That smile turned into a slight grimace as across from her, the servitor-operated camera slowly activated, the mutilated half-living corpse of its operator twitching as electricity coursed through its carcass. Romilly personally found the things revolting and privately hoped that one day the Mechanicum would stop using them.
"C-c-connection established. B-be-beginning holo-stream in sixty seconds," the servitor announced, its voice a mournful static-filled stutter. Beside the legless torso was a massive monitor that blaringly displayed a ticking timer in stark white against a black stream.
60…59…58…
She shook her head; it was of no matter. Romilly stood straight back and proud in front of the inert camera. Quickly, she ran a hand over her robes, smoothing out any potential wrinkles before returning her gaze to the camera. With a smile fixed to her face, Romilly took a breath, ready to begin her address,
55…54…5-skrrt
Suddenly, the timer halted. Romilly frowned in confusion as the servitor froze before its skin-less head jerked up on its exposed spine. Its lamp-replaced eyed blaring a foreboding scarlet red. "W- wa-warning: W-w-warp level rising. Tear in real-space i-i-imminent." Romilly stepped away from the servitor in confusion, only to spin around as a screeching, wailing rift in the Materium was torn open within the throne room. From within the screeching tear in reality outstepped a humanoid being with great horns and wings, a smirk plastered on its handsome, inhuman face. Romilly instinctively stepped back, putting space between her and this purple-skinned intruder. The intruder raised its arms above its head, stretching, and to Romilly's chagrin, her eyes momentarily darted down to observe the figure's muscular form as it flexed.
"Mmm…So this is Ultramar, eh?" The figure grinned, his dark eyes glanced about the mighty and cavernous throne room before boring into Romilly's bright blue ones. "I have to admit, it's about what I expected; clean, orderly, boring. No wonder your mother likes it." he said, rolling his eyes. Romilly frowned, who was this strange man and how dare he insult her realm and the Empress? She asked him as much and his smile returned as he gave his answer. "Why, I'm Baren, and I'm your new co-star!"
"R-r-resu-ming c-c-countdown." 53…52…51…
"Co…star?"
The stranger – Baren – grinned toothily, his many sharp fangs glimmering. "Why yes, my dear Romilly. And…if you don't mind, I was thinking we might flip the script a little…"
48…47…46…
Romilly found herself frozen, unable to move as Baren stalked forward, invading her personal space. The Lady of Ultramar shifted uneasily as the Daemon ended up right by her side as she couldn't help but notice that he was a good foot taller than her. Behind her, the timer continued its droning countdown.
37…36…35…
"Speaking of…why don't we get started?" he asked, clapping her on the shoulder and making her chest wobble. His touch left goosebumps on Romilly's skin, and sent a shiver of something running down her spine.
"Umm…started?"
25…24…23…
"Of course! Talking and singing your own praises is fine, but most people watch these things hoping to get a show!" The daemon's hungry grin had Romilly's knees shaking, and the way his eyes lingered over her body did nothing to help.
15…14…13…
Romilly gulped as he pushed further into her personal space, her shivering legs making it difficult to back away as her face came even with his broad chest, the muscle underneath giving her an eyeful while she squirmed. Her heart was beating faster, mouth felling far too dry as Baren's large arms wrapped around her wide hips, only for her to let out a small shriek as she was suddenly seized and hoisted up into the air, limbs scrambling to find any purchase on Baren's towering frame.
12…11…10…
The daemon's grip tightened as her feet are suspended in midair, effectively flipping the Primarch upside down. Romilly's body swung back and forth like a pendulum as the hem of her toga fell down to her breasts. Her legs are exposed, protected only by a pair of bright blue panties.
9…8…7…
Once the bottom half of her chiton covered the top half, Baren lifted Romilly's body up and tightly gripped the Primarch's meaty thighs. He hoists her body up and her crotch is level with his mouth. The daemon leaned forward and bit Romilly's panties with his teeth. The Primarch eeped as Baren pulled his head back, ripping her underwear away in tatters. At the same time, Baren's spade-tipped tail tore through his trousers and Romilly's eyes widened, the breath disappearing from her lungs as her mouth fell open as wordless sounds of disbelief sat on the tip of her tongue. The largest cock she had ever seen jutted up in front of her, barely an inch away from her plush lips.
6…5…4…
Barend drew his hips back and Romilly whimpered as his cockhead scraped along her face before mashing against her tightly clenched lips, its insistent pushing finding no purchase as she clenched her teeth together and refused to let it in. Baren snorted in frustration and Romilly shrieked as he plunged his fork tongue into her sweet dripping cunt, tracing circles around the warm flesh of her walls and drinking up her nectar. The daemon drew his tongue back and glanced down at his 'costar', onyx eyes burning into frightened blue ones. He smirked. "Aurora sends her regards." Romilly's mouth dropped open in shock only to immediately be stuffed full of throbbing daemoncock.
3…2…1…
"C-c-connection establ-bl-blished!"
It was showtime.
-
As soon as Baren made his intentions clear, Aurora Aurelian had returned as fast as she could to her own flagship. She stood here in her own command deck, flanked by her captains and chaplains watching the debasement of Romilly Guilliman with a feverish anticipation. The very second connection was established between the broadcast coming from Macragge and her own vessel, Aurora, her beloved Word Bearers, and most exciting of all, the near-entire population of all 500 worlds of Ultramar was greeted with the sight of Romilly Guilliman, Primarch of the Ultramarines, choking on a Daemon Prince's fat cock while getting her sweet cunny eaten out.
Around her, her beloved daughters tittered and whispered among themselves, baffled and unsure of how to respond to the sight presented to them. The Aurelian had intentionally neglected to tell them of just how Romilly was to pay for her actions on Monarchia, she wanted it to be a surprise. Soon, however, laughter began spreading among their number, an infectious, vindictive sound that reveled in her sister-Primarch's humiliation. Jeers and applause thundered throughout the chamber as her legion celebrated their vengeance. Among them came cries and taunts aimed at the helpless blue slut.
"Fuck her harder!"
"Take that cock, whore!"
"Use her good, lord!"
Aurora watched it all with a vicious smile on her face. Her robes lay spread out around her, doing nothing to hide her curvaceous body or her lewd acts. She openly masturbated at the sight of Romilly's downfall, one hand fingering away at her soaping wet cunt, the other palming a fat tit. The Aurelian bit her lip hard enough to draw blood as Romilly came to a screeching muffled orgasm from Baren's ministrations, her own buxom body shivering and gleaming with sweat. Oh, she could only imagine what was going on in Guilliman's mind right now.
-
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGK!" came the wet noises from Romilly's throat as her throat was brutally violated by this daemon stud's massive cock. The Lady of Ultramar was in a panicked mess, choking down on a daemoncock while getting her sweet pussy eagerly eaten out. With his hands digging into her thick thighs, Baren held Romilly confidently in place while his long, forked tongue explored her tender cunny. Romilly wanted to plead, to beg him for mercy. It was wrong. If he didn't stop, she…she would…
"MMMMPPPHHH!" Romilly moaned, her blissful wail muffled by the fat cock taking up her throat. Her pussy squirted shamefully, giving in to Baren and his cruel ministrations. The daemon eagerly lapped away at her delectable nectar, leaving the poor Primarch feebly clinging to him, her arms wrapped around his waist, and her legs around his broad shoulders. Romilly's typical dignified expression was replaced by a messy, sex-dazed look. Her eyes rolled backwards as she was slammed forward to take every inch of the daemon's fat cock. She bucked her hips and tears fell down her face.
Above her, Baren groaned in bliss. "Ohhhhh fuck! Revelation may have made you to be conquerors, but you girls are world-class cocksuckers." With that, he began pumping her throat full of thick streams of hot daemoncum. Huge ropes of jizz that Romilly struggled to swallow, only for Baren to yank his cock from her mouth. A stream of cum poured from her lips and dripped down onto her gasping face, only to land with wet splats on Romilly's massive tits as she was roughly turned right-side up.
Baren's large hands dug into Romily's thighs as the Primarch instinctively threw her arms back around his neck to keep herself from falling forward. Romilly's face was cum-streaked mess, her tongue out and eyes lidded, panting for breath as her big titted, wide hipped body was left lewdly on display. Baren's cruel low voice whispered in her ear. "Mmm…they're already loving it." Romilly gasped as Baren bounced her up, his cockhead digging into her tight pussy. "You're gonna be such a star, Romilly." The Primarch's eyes widened in horror as the truth dawned on her. The massive black monitor in front of her was lit up in a rolling wave of text and her heart sank at the chatting block of text that took its place. Down towards the bottom of the screen her eyes found a dark red symbol that could only be the view count and her blood froze as it was in the billions. All of Ultramar, all 500 worlds were about to watch her get fucked!
Tears well up in Romilly's eyes and she threw one arm in front of her, feebly trying to hide her face from the camera, desperate to spare her realm the shameful sight of her. Baren cruelly chuckled in her ear. "Don't be like that," he hissed, his tongue darting forward to lap at her sweet tears. The daemon slowly drew his hips back… before slamming forward, burying his cock into Romilly's tight cunt. The Primarch instinctively threw her head back and Baren seized her arms, harshly pulling them back and forcing her to thrust her fat tits out, her lewd wide-eyed face exposed to the billions of people watching them as her legs were forced to wrap around Baren's waist lest the only thing keeping her suspended be his thick daemoncock.
"Ha! Ahn! HaaAAaah…!" Romilly wailed as the full extent of what was happening finally registered into her mind. Her tongue spilled forward from her open mouth, and she stared without sight as the camera focused on her fucked-silly expression. Baren showed her no mercy, his hips colliding with hers again and again, roughly bouncing her up and down on his cock, making her thighs and asscheeks wobble, and her mountainous tits bounce, bounce, bounce, in time with his clobbering thrusts. His balls bounded off of her asscheeks, sending ripples through her soft flesh as wild gushes of precum bust from her pussy and onto the floor.
"Sooo biiiiig~" Romilly wailed in the back of her throat, chewing on her lip as she writhed beneath his punishing pumps. Every thrust of his hips had her grunting like a beast and the camera zoomed in on her chest as the force he was delivering to her lower body, reaching all the way up to her tits and making them jump hard enough to smack her saliva and cum coated chin before swinging back down against her stomach.
Baren growled, a deep, rumbling sound that had the whimpering Primarch in his grip shivering. Romilly threw her head back onto the daemon's shoulder, gasping for air as her busty body was cruelly and ruthlessly fucked. The daemon dug his hands into her thick thighs, her sharp nails risking drawing blood and hoisted them up, pinning Romilly's head between her shins. All of Ultramar had a front row seat to Baren's massive cock ruining the Primarch's soaking wet pussy! Her blue eyes were unseeing as she filled her lungs up to the brim before crying out in rapturous agony as the daemon rammed forward and buried his throbbing cock in her pussy, his hips meeting her cheeks in the cacophonous 'SLAP' of two beings coming together while she came so hard she saw stars! A hot stream of femcum squirted from Romilly's pussy, a humiliating admission of the horrible pleasure Baren was inflicting on her poor, curvy body.
Naturally, the daemon didn't stop to give her a break or let her ride out such a violent climax in peace. Instead, he immediately went back to working her body up and down as he sawed himself out of her cunt while she wailed like an alley cat. Every push saw him clapping against her rear as her body shook, her entire curvaceous frame sent jiggling, trapped in place as she sobbed and moaned for the entirety of Ultramar to see. Baren snarled in her ear. "All of them," he hissed. "Your realm, your daughters, your sisters, your self-righteous bitch of a mother are going to watch you get knocked up, Romilly. Give them a hell of a show, slut."
"P-P-Please!" Romilly wailed, though whether she was begging him for mercy or for more, not even she could say at this point. Not that it mattered either way, all she could feel was his cock beating the back of her womb, stirring up her sweet pussy until she felt ready to burst! Her asscheeks jiggling, her tits bouncing, sweat coating every inch of her skin… it was time for the grand finale.
And then – the dam burst. The daemon surged forward, plunging his cock balls-deep in her pretty Primarch pussy, and then exploded a massive het of daemoncum into her womb. Followed by another, another, another… Fear and despair crossed Romilly's face, but the daemon didn't care. He just kissed and lapped away her tears as he dumped a vast load into her. Romilly had no hope of resisting, and no chance of recovering afterwards she was totally wiped out!
Baren held himself inside of her for a long time, until he totally finished breeding the Lady of Ultramar – and only then did he slowly pull out, inch by vein-riddled inch, until a web of cream stretched between his cockhead and her gaping, twitching, pussylips. Romilly whimpered as she was unceremoniously dropped to the floor, barely able to move, her arms still crossed behind her head, staring up at the ceiling. Baren stoked his cock over her, dripping white slime onto her heaving tits. He barely even looked tired from the experience.
"Aaaaaand…" he drawled in his deep, husky voice as the inverted omega symbol of the Ultramarines appeared on his shoulder. "Scene!"
-
Elsewhere
At the center of the vast territories and holdings of the galaxy-spanning empire known as the Imperium of Man, was a small planet that was the third furthest world from its sun, in a system of nine worlds. This small, seemingly innocuous world, once gleamed with vast blue oceans and verdant green landscapes as the only inhabitable planet in its system. Those days are long behind it, however. Its oceans have long evaporated and what little green remains belongs to the gardens of the opulently wealthy and not to what little wilderness remains. The world gleams not with shining oceans, but with the blinding light of a grand golden palace, one so mighty and vast that its spans the length of what at one point had been the largest mountain range and one so opulent and bright that it could be seen on the red sister-world of this once blue sphere.
This world was known as Terra and it was the beating heart of the Imperium of Man. Once called Earth, its only name has long been forgotten by most and remembered by only a select few. Among this number was the master of both this world and the near million of others that bore the two- headed eagle standard of the Imperium of Man. This ancient being, this living god was known and beloved by the citizens of the Imperium as the Empress of Mankind. It was her palace that dominated this ancient, war-scarred world, it was her might that had wrested it from the hands of techno-barbarians and false gods, and it was her will that kept the Imperium alive.
And it would be by her hand that Mankind would become truly independent of the blasted and Ruinous Powers of the Warp. Or at lease, that was the plan. The Webway, the interdimensional hub of tunnels that spiderwebbed throughout the skin of reality, what the Aeldari used to traverse the galaxy faster than the speed of light, was proving to be a trickier beast than the Empress initially thought. The Empress, resplendent in golden armor and basking with psychic might, paced with the turbulent energy of a brewing storm. Within the depths of her palace, she had thinned the barrier between real-space and the Immaterium in her efforts to pierce the Webway.
With a frustrated sigh, the Empress turned to leave, intent on speaking with her trusted advisor, Malcador the Sigillite on the Webway, when a terrible and writhing presence made itself known to her. From beyond the veil that branched between the Materium and the Warp came the incomprembale intellect of Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways, the Architect of Fate, Chaos God of Change, Ambition, Magic, and Mutation. The Empress of Mankind, Anathema to the very nature of Chaos, stared defiantly into the nine upon nine upon nine eyes of the Raven God, unblinking in the face of eternity.
With a hundred thousand gaping mouths, in a hundred thousand voices, in a hundred thousand languages; Tzeentch spoke.
"We have a problem."
The Empress's response was a quick as it was sharp. "I have no business with you."
"Perhaps not," Tzeentch acknowledged. "But this is bigger than you and I, Anathema. You, your daughters, and your Imperium are in grave danger from Slaanesh."
"I have no business with the Child either. Our deal is done."
"A deal you broke!"
The Empress shrugged, unperturbed. "You have broken many deals," she pointed out. "What right do you have to complain when you are the one who is spurned."
The Architect of Fate growled in fleeting. "Listen to me! He has their scent! Already the Dark Prince has set her hound upon the Primarchs! You should have killed him when you had the chance and now, he's ruining everything!"
Spurred and somewhat unnerved by the Raven God's uncharacteristic panic, the Empress asked a single worded question. "Who?"
Tzeentch did not respond with words. Instead, the Empress braced herself under a shield of psychic fortitude as her mind was assailed with images and sounds. It was a message, a warning, not of words, but of concepts. Lust, hunger, spite, avarice. A familiar toothy grin, a half-remembered touch that stirred her loins and sent shivers down her spine. She saw her daughters, blissed out and cum coated at the foot of a twisting, malevolent presence, a demigod of lust and hunger that stood in the shadow of the Goddess of Perfection and Excess. She saw with eyes widened in horror and lust, her daughter Romilly Guilliman. The Lady of Ultramar writhing and moaning in the arms of a daemon prince, pierced on his mighty cock for the entirety of the galaxy to witness. She zeroed in on the daemon's face and almost fell back in shock at the sight of that familiar, toothy grin.
The Empress of Mankind – Revelation – nearly fell to one knee as the Warp-touched wave of information slowly came to an end. Sweat stained her forehead and a luminescent blush had her
face glowing red as she remembered. Every grin he gave her, every teasing word he hissed in her ear, and lingering touch that sent her body into a ravenous fever.
For the first time in many millennia, Revelation felt panic as that horrible, addictive name came to her plush lips again.
"Baren."
Character List
Chapter Summary
A recent comment made it apparent that I should probably add a list of characters and their in- game equivalent to prevent cofusion.
Chapter Notes
Art by CNMBWJX
Main Characters
Baren: Daemon Prince of Slaanesh, Grand Marshall of the Exalted Hosts and Lord of the Daemon Pleasure World of Epithymía.
Slaanesh: Chaos God of Excess and Hedonism, Baren's Patron and eldar-soul enthusiast.
The Empress of Mankind/Revelation/The Anathema: Empress of the Imperium of Man, Mother of the Primarchs, and all around pretty shit parent.
Alphara Omega: The Primarch(s) of the 20th or Alpha Legion of Astartes. Equivalent of Alpharius Omegon.
Corva Corax: The Primarch of the 19th or Raven Guard Legion of Astartes. Equivalent of Corvus Corax.
Vulkana: The Primarch of the 18th or Salamanders Astartes Legion. Equivalent of Vulkan.
Aurora Aurelian: Primarch of the 17th or Word Bearers Astartes Legion. Equivalent of Lorgar Aurelian.
Isis Lupercal: Primarch of the 16th or Daughters of Isis (formerly Luna Wolves) Astartes Legion and Warmaster of the Imperium. Equivalent of Horus Lupercal.
Hecate the Red: Primarch of the 15th or Thousand Daughters Astartes Legions. Equivalent of Magnus the Red.
Morticia: Primarch of the 14th or Death Guard Astartes Legion. Equivalent of Mortarion.
Romilly Guilliman: Primarch of the 13th or Ultramarines Legion. Equivalent of Roboute Guilliman.
Areia: Primarch of the 12th or World Eaters Legion. Equivalent of Angron.
Ferra Femina: Primarch of the 10th or Iron Hands Legion. Equivalent of Ferrus Manus.
Sanguinia: Primarch of the 9th or Blood Angels Legion. Equivalent of Sanguinius.
Kassandra Curze/The Night Haunter/Kassie: Primarch of the 8th or Night Lords Legion. Equivalent of Konrad Curze.
Regalia Dorn: Primarch of the 7th or Imperial Fists Legion. Equivalent of Rogal Dorn.
Leman Runa: Primarch of the 6th or Space Wolves (Vlka Fenryka) Legion. Equivalent of Leman Russ.
Tuya Khan: Primarch of the 5th or White Scars Legion. Equivalent of Jaghatai Khan.
Petra: Primarch of the 4th or Iron Warriors Legion. Equivalent of Perturabo.
Freya: Primarch of the 3rd or Empress's Children Legion. Equivalent of Fulgrim.
Nala El'Johnson: Primarch of the 1st or Dark Angels Legion. Equivalent of Lion El'Johnson.
Secondary Characters:
Relaari: Daemonette of Slaanesh. Majordomo of Epithymía, Lieutenant of the Exalted Hosts and preferred fuck-buddy of Baren. Body 10/10, Brain 3/10. Lethality: 12/10
Kairos Fate-Weaver: Lord of Change, Grand Vizier and Oracle of Tzeentch, and all around know- it-all.
Miseria: First Chaplain of the Word Bearers Legion and all-around piece of shit. Equivalent of Erebus. Fuck Miseria. In a bad way.
Kor Phaera: First Captain of the Word Bearers Legion, adoptive mother of Aurora, and worst parent ever. Equivalent of Kor Phaeron.
Please drop by the Archive and comment to let the creator know if you enjoyed their /works/50357149/comments/new
Preface
The Beginning of the End (Alphara Omega)
Sinning in the Shadows (Corva Corax)
Predators and Prey (Vulkana)
Unraveling the Urizen (Aurora Aurelian)
From Warmaster to Sexmistress (Isis Lupercal)
Eye of the Beholder (Hecate the Red)
A Friendly Game (Morticia)
Public Displays (Romilly Guilliman)
Character List
Afterword