Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

The Psyker's shout, and the mental blast that threw the Gretchin from her before the lightning struck their frail bodies, jerked Patience out of her lusty haze. Things came back into focus, like a new lens had been placed before her eyes, and suddenly her mind was jangling like a thousand discordant alarm bells. She could feel spunk in her throat, taste its acrid slime, and she hacked and spat as she pulled herself up. She did not see the twisted pleasure on the face of the corrupted Psyker, simply taking the proffered hand and pulling herself up. She looked over her tattered armor, holes ripped and torn in the underlay and the ceramite shields lying discarded. It was embarrassing. Or, rather, it should have been embarrassing but the twisted seeds of corruption Astarael had placed in Patience's mind were already making their presence felt. She did not feel defiled...or, more accurately, she did feel defiled but the defiling didn't bother her as much as it should. Her body still hummed, coming down from the peak of pleasure, and as the Inquisitor picked up her discarded power-sword from the floor she noted with interest that a little Grot spunk landed on the blade. All it made her feel was a slight, tingling, sense of disappointment that she hadn't been coated in the Xenos cum. Shocked with herself, she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She would need to purge herself later. 'Fear not Psyker' she said, curtly, not quite able to meet Astarael's eyes. 'I am unharmed. This was my mistake - I should have kept the group together'. She began to stalk through the ruined complex, leading the way towards where she feared her acolyte might be. They came across Jonelle slumped on the floor in a pool of green cum. The girl was passed out, her pale body slick with the disgusting juice of the Xenos, but again Patience was unable to process her righteous horror as the Emperor would have willed it. Instead, alongside the hatred of the Xenos who had done this was a small but burning jealously that her Acolyte had clearly been used for pleasure in a way she herself had not. The two nobs, who had lumbered into the room they had just left, let out a shout of joy at seeing the two new female and began to lumber towards them. Neither had bothered to tuck their throbbing cocks away, their primitive brains still driven by the Psyker's direction. The hatred over seeing her Acolyte so defiled, however, meant that before the corruption in Patience's mind could encourage her to submit, her decades of training were quicker. She span, bringing the power-sword down in an arc that slashed the arm from one of the Nobs before her bolt-pistol exploded his head as she span on her heel. The other nob collided with the Inquisitor and roared with pleasure as his hands grasped her firm breasts, only to stop when he realised he was suddenly impaled on the sword. The Inquisitor pushed him off and he dropped, stone-cold dead, to the floor. Not speaking to the Psyker, she scooped up the Acolyte from the messy floor and carried her up to the roof where the ichor-splattered Rosamond was waiting, her carnage confirming that their mission had been accomplished. There was no chance for a debrief until they reached the floating marketplace of the Rogue Trader Fleet Luxus, in orbit around a nearby star. Here, the Inquisitor handed out tasks. Jonelle, still a little tender from her assault, would be taken to the local medbay whilst she herself reported to the local Imperial agent to pass on news of their success. Rosamond and Astarael were free to pursue their own business, Henrietta under the control of the local Adeptus Arbites. 'Make sure you purchase some new armor for myself and Jonelle' ordered the Inquisitor, handing the Psyker a considerable credit slip widely accepted in this part of space. 'Jonelle has informed me that her bodysuit seemed to help ease the damage of her assault - perhaps you should buy those for the entire crew. As for armor for myself and Jonelle, and maybe you and Rosamond too if you see the need, I leave the choice to you.' As they parted, Rosamond intending to visit a shrine of her order in the slums of the massive space station market, a tingling sense at the back of her mind alerted Astarael that a secretive cluster of chaos cultists could be found somewhere on the station.