Thread: The Maiden Knight and the Daemon Horde (WH40k) (PlatemailBikini and Kaybee

If the Maiden Knight could laugh. It would. The wretched slaves of She-Who-Thirsts assaulted Them as if They were some common Avatar of Khaine. They were the Pinnacle of War. The Scion of Ynnead, forged by Vaul himself, the revenant of Kuernous, come to rescue his beloved. They swung their sword, an arc of warp-fire burning what foul daemons were not cleaved in twain by the blade itself. With the first wave of daemons pushed back for a moment, They adopted a proper fighting stance, eons of experience guiding Their senses as they scanned the room. Beyond the initial attackers, none of the daemons had even seemed to notice the intruder, so caught up in their brutal revelry were they. In the middle of the floor, right between the legs of the remaining Keeper, sat a daemonette and furiously slammed a bleeding, broken soul down and down again onto it's fat cock. They could feel some of Their spirits recoiling and losing hope as they witnessed the Eldar's eyesocket being penetrated. Blood and pureed brains dripped from the ruined skull as the Daemonette redoubled her efforts until finally, which a crack heard all the way to the Maiden Knight, the back of the woman's skull gave in, splintered bone and flesh flying everywhere as the vile daemon howled in ecstasy, cumming ahrd and sending a seemingly endless stream of spunk flying into the air, where it eventually fell back onto the still twitching corpse. The daemonette casually tossed the broken shell of a woman aside where she was quickly pounced upon by lesser deamonettes that began tearing into the perpetually bound flesh of the soul with jaws and cocks, quickly covering the Eldar wholly in their own forms as a wriggling mass of flesh built up over her. The first daemonette simply grabbed one of the errant souls torn from the Maiden Knight. Asheris Proudcaller was her name. She had been a great hero in life, a valiant soldier into the end. Now she was held down, screaming and thrashing as the Daemonette wildly and relentlessly forcefed her cock up her rear hole, the sickening sound of flesh tearing and bones cracking as the torturer mercilessly raped her virgin hole apart. With the size of that cock, it was arely three-quarters in but it had to have at least reached half-way up her guts. A sudden scream of danger jolted the Maiden Knight from Their trance, but it was too late as the remaining Keeper had re-positioned, and was currently grappling Them from behind. The poor cocksleeve it had been wearing had been left on the ground, where a Fiend had mounted her, shoving all three of its cocks up the braindead thing's cunt. The Keeper would only relinquish her hold on one toy if it knew it would soon find another. And it did, with two arms holding the Knight in place and the other pair brutally kneading Their giant tits, breaking the insignia They were wearing and crushing another soulstone. In aone smooth motion the keeper used a single finger to bind the soul to it, impaling her all the way through with said finger at the same time as it rammed its life-endingly-huge cock right up the Knight's exposed ass. They could not scream, but inside Their mind waves of pain washed over everyone as a thousand eldar virgins experienced the pain of a tree-trunk shoved up their butts deep enough to enter their torso and break their hips from the inside.