Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

Henrietta could only smile, an enormous Cheshire cat grin on her face, as the Prince of Pleasure used her for his release. And his dark purpose. She no longer cared anymore. He fucked her like a rag doll, her brain ringing with his approval, and all she could do was brace against his chest and try to work herself still deeper. Her needy cunt sucked at his shaft and, when he came, she moaned aloud, eagerly accepting his embrace. Who knew what he had planted in her womb but, as he lifted the witch off his cock and placed her, unconscious, on the floor of the smashed Astartes Station. A smile was plastered over her face as his seed leaked from her abused cunt. Rosamond sank down, as the cultists stumbled away, her back to the rough stone of the altar. She was streaked with sweat and with cum, her pale skin flushed with pleasure, and her face a mask of delight. She was exhausted, her body throbbing worse than her months of training, but also more satisfied than she had ever been in her life. She gazed up at the statue of the God Emperor, who seemed to beam down at her with praise, and smiled. Standing, shakily, she readjusted the shreds of her outfit. The warp presence was receding from her mind, but the demonic influence remained in the background, and slowly a shakey hand curled around the handle of her bolter. The pistol blarred, twice, barking out death and two of the staggering cultists fell. Terrible red wounds in their backs formed as they dropped at the entrance to the small shrine and, as a squad of Space Marines rounded the corner, Rosamond arranged herself to look battered but triumphant. She had, she told herself, protected the shrine. Still, a small smile played around her lips. Jonelle, as predicted, had to be rescued from the creature, shattered apart by plasma fire by the Sergeant who kicked open the hospital door. Still dressed in her tattered medical gown she was simply carried back to the medical station the Marines had set up, none of them able to sense the corruption within her as it was masked by the ichor of the warp beast that had splattered her skin. Astarael too had to be rescued, as the hulking monster that had been the shopkeeper continued to pound her ass. He roared in triumph, hilting both throbbing organs in her ass, his muscular form pressing down onto her back and his drool landing on her shoulder blades. Every thrust was rough and staggering, a slamming impact that caused her curvaceous body to ripple in a very pleasing fashion. He sped up, rougher and rougher, until finally climaxing with a bestial howl. The twin cocks sputtered hot, corrupted, seed within the pysker's ass and, so pleased was he by this, that he didn't even hear the marine who stepped up behind him and decapitated him in one blow. His headless body slipped, lifeless, from on top of Astarael, her ass freed of his shafts with an obscene sucking noise. Finally, as the vox-set crackled to life and the situation started to dawn on Patience and her 'retinue' began to realise that they needed to do something. 'Over here' Patience ordered, spying a municipal block house. The shattered wall, broken apart by the psychic wave, had revealed part of a shower block and, as the naked guardsmen staggered over the broken brickwork into the tiled bathroom, Patience was relieved to realise that the water pressure was still on. That was where the Space Marines, somewhat shocked, found the group. All naked, all showering. They paused, hesitant, but Patience summoned up the presence of her Inquisitorial role. 'These men were exposed to contaminated blood whilst fighting warp beasts by my side' she barked, arms folded across her impressive bare bust. 'If they don't clean off now, they may be badly exposed to corruption.' She pointed towards the epicentre of the quake. 'Now go, leave us and get to the action' she ordered. Behind her back, as she watched the chastened squad troop off, she gripped the erect shafts of the two men nearest. 'Think your men have one more round left in them Sergeant?' she asked, raising an eyebrow at the naked squad leader 'there's an Inquisitorial ass that needs filling...' What was interesting, to anyone able to take in the sweep of the situation, was just how willingly Rosamond and Patience had taken to lying to fellow servants of the God-Emperor. Their corruption was slowly spreading and taking hold.