Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

It was as if a golden light was shinning from above. The dazed Sister of Battle, her head starting to slow down in its confused spinning, saw the leering cultist step in front of her and, as Astrael intended, the God-Emperor above him. The two seemed to merge, the twisted face of the slummer and the stern visage of the statue, blending and melding in her confused mind. 'Emperor' she whispered, transfixed, even as the man behind her continued to pound into her with his thick cock. Then, reaching out with her tongue, she guided the new cock into her gullet willingly. Her face was still flushed but now religious ecstasy was mingling with sensual pleasure in the young woman's form. Her hot little tongue, formely given over to praising the God-Emperor with words and song, now instead was put to use pleasing carnally in his name. Suddenly the oil coating her ass made sense. The fingers roughly probing her rear. She smiled, around the invading cock, as she felt her own arousal begin to trickle down onto the stone of the altar. She began to buck her hips back, softly moaning, as the psyker's infestation of her mind twisted it all into a new, seemingly holy, order. This was right. This was her place. She only hoped these holy men and women would find her worthy... 'Sargent...' the Inquisitor said but, even as she turned, the words died on her lips. The sight of his thick erection, red and swollen with supernatural lust, was something that sent all her delicate senses askew. She reached down, even as the other men surrounded her, and almost curiously pumped the man's cock with her hand. Watched as it pulsed like a thing alive. Her mouth was wet but, as she stood there, she rubbed her suit-clad thigh unconsciously together. Unable to articulate the need imprinted on her mind as a natural desire. When the man came from her soft handjob she gasped, feeling his hot spunk land on her hip. Even as the man groaned, his cock still painfully hard, she turned to look at the others. 'Of course' she said in a soft voice, reaching up to the collar of her suit. 'I do His bidding....and as any good officer I care for my men'. Slowly, more sensuously than she perhaps realised, she tugged down the zip of the bodysuit, revealing her luscious breasts and pale skin. Sinking to her knees, but not letting go of the Sergeant's cock, she looked up at him. 'Sergeant - I think you and your men should release this tension. I want you all to jerk yourselves off onto me. Treat me like a barrack room whore.' Despite the perverse lewdness of her suggestion she delivered it like an order, just like the Sergeant had been respectful of the chain of command in his declaration. She opened her mouth, tongue outstretched, invitingly. Jonelle saw the beast come around the corner as if out of a nightmare. The thing shambled and lurched, a deeply unnatural and unsettling series of otherwordly hues. Her stomach lurched, although whether from fear or arousal it would be hard to say. She began to stumble backwards, not looking where she was going, her naked form screaming at her to rush towards the creature but those rational parts of her brain still firing telling her to get the hell out of there. Unfortunately she tripped, in the semi-dark, over a coffee table and landed on her ass, her legs spread invitingly as the creature shambled closer. Her body screamed for release even as her mind tried to revolt. Henrietta did not exactly calm but, rather, came to her senses. Unlike the other three she could feel the presence of the Psyker in her mind and, suddenly, the realisation of this probing connection made her angry. Even as she moaned like a whore, her body warming to the touch of the demon with every passing second, her mind lashed out along the conduit Astarael had created. She was, indeed, powerful and the Sanctioned Psyker would now feel it first hand. Even as Henrietta reached out to stroke the strange face of the Demon, her eyes locking needily with it, she sent a wave of lust straight at her would-be corrupter. It was rough and ready, hardly planned out or experienced, but it did the trick. If she wasn't careful now, Astarael would find her pulse racing, her sex moistening, and her mind unable to resist the need to fuck.