Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

The gretchin were surprised by the turn of the inquisitor's attitude but there wasn't an ork or possibly even a male alive who would really want to second guess that sudden willingness to be taken. Beyond the fact that it made their desires easier to fulfill they simply didn't care that she had suddenly become acquiescent or even welcoming to their attentions, if anything it annoyed the one who'd managed to slide his cock down her throat as the pull and roll meant he had to have his cock unattended to for a handful of seconds as Patience assumed her new position of subservience, offering her holes up for them to take. An immediate squabble ensued between her spread legs as several Gretchin all went for her at once and collided in the middle, but thankfully for Patience' newfound lusts victors quickly emerged as the two largest of the mob managed to batter the others into surrender. The defeated moved up to either side of the inquisitor, eager to let her wrap her hands around their cocks and get some pleasure from that while their larger peers took on those tight holes. The first to reach her and largest of the mob thrust into Patience' cunt a moment after her throat was filled, her wetness allowing himself to hilt his cock in a single thrust despite his size. Meanwhile, the next largest of the mob -seeing the inquisitor's other holes already taken- pushed himself up against the entrance to her asshole and began working his cock into that tightness, a work that was eased by the steadily flow of juices from her pussy leaking down to help lubricate her anal entrance as well. One floor above, Astarael sent another pair of orks she found wandering the hallway towards Rosamond as she looked for a stairwell. She travelled leisurely, taking her time to charm and sneak around the orks rather than fighting to save her inquisitor as soon as possible. In any other situation it would have been noticeable, but the psyker could tell exactly how distracted patience was by her newfound circumstances, and frankly, even if Patience did manage to notice that it took Astarael slightly longer than it should have, it would likely be overlooked given the compromising situation the Psyker was soon to find her beloved inquisitor in. After all, even though she couldn't see an exact picture of the scene, Astarael could tell by emotion and sensation transmissions alone that Patience had managed to get herself into being fucked in every hole within barely more than a minute of her mental manipulations. Like the Gretchin, the orks fucking Jonelle didn't even pause as her attitude quite suddenly did a 180 on them, though to be fair it was much harder to tell the difference for them. Where Patience had stopped fighting altogether, her little pet assassin had already been stuffed with ork cock by the time the mental change came, and so went from only from feeble and counterproductive struggles against the greenskins' might to lustful shaking of her own hips that was rather indistinguishable from counterproductive struggling all things considered and moans of pleasure as they two Nobs -scores settled- started fucking her in earnest. The imperium had long theorized that the orks were all latent psykers whose abilities allowed their seemingly impossible use of such crude or even outright broken technology but only Jonelle was privy to a deeper truth of such ability as the orks ravaged her holes. While one might ordinarily expect any two so feral and base beings to rut as they pleased with no sense of rhythm or restraint, the two of them somehow managed to thrust in perfect unison, filling the assassin with their cocks with every thrust and then leaving her totally empty but for the heads of their shafts with every withdrawal. It created a maddening constant parade of highs and lows undercut by the constant pleasure of friction as their massive members ground against every single inch of her insides with even the smallest motions, and neither of them were making anything that could reasonably be called small motions. Screamy git... The ork in Jonelle's ass grunted to his companion. Nice'n tight tho. The other one grinned toothily back. Jonelle was tight by any human standards really, but to such massively endowed creatures as these orks she was like a vice, and the only reason they were really managing to move inside her at all was their sheer strength and the incredible lubrication supplied by her suit easing their passage and making their monstrous shafts possible. In the back of the assassin's mind, Astarael took note of that, and made a mental note of her own to 'suggest' that given the effectiveness shown in grappling them, perhaps they should all be issued undersuits of such material, that they might better escape next time...