Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

It was Patience who encountered the Orks first. The former canteen of the complex was a mess of overturned chairs and smashed tables, a fine layer of food debris and grime caking the floor. About three or four dozen Grotz were ferreting about here, in among the ruined furniture. They seemed, to the Inquisitor, to be looking for something. Their little noses sniffed the air and their beady eyes scoured the room. They spotted her almost immediately and ran at her on masse, screaming and shouting. What took the Inquisitor aback, even as she drew her powerblade and cleaved the first one in two as it leaped into the air at her, was how aroused the little beasts were. Each one seemed to be sporting an erection and, despite their only four-foot size, each cock bobbing and bouncing as the creatures ran and hopped around was about a foot long. Still, the Inquisitor was experienced enough to know how to deal with the trickery of the foul xenos. She dispatched over a dozen within a minute or two, their little blades and pistols no use against her armor and skill. Still, they seemed to be backing her into a corner towards some of the surviving tables. Also the were clinging to her, trying to wrench off her armor plates or split open her body suit with sharp little fingers, and pretty soon her sword had to be discarded in favour of pulling the little things off of her and throwing them back into the pack. Alarmingly for Patience, though, this was rarely fatal and the crowd of groping hands around her got worse and worse. She reached out, not panicking but a little shaken, through the psychic link to Astarael and Jonelle. Jonelle, however, had her own problems. The acolyte had slunk around the corners of the shadowy base to peer into the armory. In it she saw half a dozen mekboys tinkering away and a pair of big, hulking, nobs overseeing anything. Almost instantly her mentor's urge of caution went out of the window. Pulling a grenade from her belt, the former assassin sent it skidding and tumbling into the room. The explosion of plasma scoulded and killed all of the panicked little grotz and four of the mekboys. The other two died by her hands as, throwing caution to the wind, she darted into the room and dispatched them with her dual blades. The skills of an assassin never left one, and Jonelle moved fluidly as if dancing on stage, as she slit open arteries and veins with her blades. She had little experience of fighting orks though, and whilst she had killed the majority of the xenos in the armory the two nobs were shielded by their heavy armor. Aroused by the sight of her, they reached for her with thick hands, hunger clear in their eyes. She darted and dashed, slicing and cutting, but her attacks seemed to do nothing to deter theme. They both charged and, although Jonelle was able to dodge the first one the second came crashing into her. They landed heavily, her blades knocked aside and the huge armored beast knocking the wind out of her. They twisted as they fell and the nob ended up in a sitting position against the armory wall with a groggy Jonelle straddling his lap. As the second nob struggled to his feet and the first came to his senses after the collision, Jonelle too came around to realise that a huge, throbbing, green cock was pressed up against her slender frame, resting heavily against her fabric clad stomach and sex.