The Ride of the Rough Riders (Friendly Alien & Warmatron40K)

[Friendly Alien]

"Alright, men! We're on an intercept mission!" An Imperial Guardsman strained his hands against the reigns of his mount, shouting loudly over the noise of distant gunfire and artillery to get the attention of his men, and the other few Sergeants around him. The man was a Sergeant, his insignia on his shoulders spoke clearly of his rank and position. Being atop of a large, green and scaly beast was a clear indicator that this was Rough Rider, and the kind of Rough Rider that had made a tradition of using mounts much hardier than the time honoured equestrian mounts of old. The beast itself stood on it's two large and powerful hind legs, combined with it's large feet it was capable of good traction, running speed and endurance.

There was a long tail which made it capable of sharp turns and it was given an improved balance in such manoeuvres. The body itself was both sturdy, but it wasn't fat or clumsy. It was a large creature, reaching five feet in height counting to it's back and nearly 8 if you count from the ground to the top of it's scalp, and it had a look that was a combination of great and restrained power, but also respectable litheness. The head was long and reptilian, which was fitting since it was covered in dark green scales. Large and brutish teeth jutted up and down form it's jaws and interlocked together like the fingers of your hand when locked together. And this beast was anxious for battle.

"We will ride to the east, to the old ruins of the Chapter of Saint Florence! Our allies, the Sisters of Battle, are pinned down by our enemies!" The Sergeant put one of his hands on top of his black helmet, putting it in place as an Earthshaker shook the ground. He spoke up again once the rumble had settled. "And we ride now!"
He raised the Lasgun over his head, then kicked his mount into action. "The Eedians ride!"

"Chop 'em up, ladz! Chop 'em up good!"
The Warboss was surprisingly, and comfortably, far back from the action. Ork Boys ran past and sometimes through the massive pillars and white boulders of fine and exotic stone that littered the site. It was a massive area of rubble. If one was at the centre, at the elevated mount of the better preserved buildings and faced any direction, one would need to walk for a mile before reaching the end. There was a great horde of greenskins moving to that hill, hellbent on getting that good fight that they so crave. Even as bolter rounds exploded all around them, and as the projectiles blasted their bodies to pieces, they needed to reach that hill. They needed that fight, just as badly as any man needs to breathe. Shoddy gunfire licked the defences, but the aim was poor and the concentration of the gunner was lacking. There where no wartrukks to be seen, but they that didn't mean that there weren't any on the way. As of now, the noble defenders would have to use all their battle prowess and wits to hold the line against the tide of green malice.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Sister Nellix had long since holstered her Godwyn-De’az pattern bolter and taken up the Heavy Bolter of a fallen sister of the honored Retributors. Her teeth were locked in a snarl as she thundered a continuous wave of exploding metal upon the Orks before her. The sound of her battle line was deafening, hundreds of sisters poured their Bolter's ammunition into the enemy, hundreds of Orks fell, hundreds swarmed over their fallen brethren to take their place.

"DO NOT FALTER SISTERS! FIRE TRUE AND THE EMPEROR WILL GUIDE YOUR HAND TO VICTORY!" Came the penetrating call of the Battle Mistress just ahead of Nellix. The Mistress's Repentia tore into the savage beasts like the Emperor's wrath made flesh. Their Eviscerator's were the only thing that roared louder than her Heavy Bolter, which grew hot even through her gauntlets. She growled and ignored the pain, just one more way for her to repent her sins, one more way to prove her righteousness.

"HOLD! HOLD TRUE! WEST FLANK TIGHTEN UP! SERAPHIM, BURN THEM OUT! NELLIX, SOTIA, MAU! REINFORCE THE WEST FLANK!" Her Canoness's voice broke through all noise like a wedge. She dropped the large weapon and drew her Bolter as she ran to the western line. She could see from here how close it was to being overran. As soon as there was an opening she began firing, her powerful blessed bolts ripping through the green flesh of the Orks, exploding skulls and mutilating limbs.

"SERAPHIM!" A harmonious wail split the skies as a squad of honored Saraphim tore through the air, their twin hand flamers spewing radiant death unto the Orks battle line. The sisters used this time to reload and reinforce, but before the fire even began to die they were already hammering the Green Tide once more with righteous fury.

 

[Friendly Alien]

"Oi Boss! Its dem flying gits!" One of the Nobs thought he was clever to point to the sky at the wailing and roaring jetpack wearing women descending on the assaulting Orks. The Warboss grunted, as if having heard a bad joke. "'COURSE I SEE THEM, YA GROT! I'm not blind!" The lesser Ork, still a hulking mass of bones and meat, quivered at the Warboss' shout. He slammed his powerklaw against the ground, finding it increasingly frustrating to have every assault and every attack countered by the defenders. He did have numbers on his side, but he was seasoned enough to have seen swarms of Orks being cut down by better equipped enemies. He needed to use his toys for this...

"Oi! I want dem Killa Kans up 'ere! I don't care if they get stuck in da rocks and da rubble, I want dem 'ere NOW!" He barked orders around him, and the few orderlies that had wised up to actually run and deliver his orders did that they where supposed to do. The Killa Kans where set up as the rear gaurd, so it would take a few moments for them to arrive, if they did at all. He was a Blood Axe, so he did have some sense of 'taktiks' that other Ork Warbosses lacked, but he always felt that having toys and not using them was a waste of resources.

In the meantime, the Orks continued to charge up the hill, but the continuous swarms of Orks made blocked forced them to waste time climbing over the fallen, and occasionally slip on the greasy Ork blood that was panting the ground with an dark, almost black red gore. They where relentless however, and the assault continued despite the arrival of the Seraphim. Faith alone could only do so much.... Which made the cause when the Sisters of Battle had so much more to packed than Faith alone.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Even the holy flame did little to stay the green tide of Orks pouring through the rubble. Nellix and her fellow sisters kept firing without end, metal and fire mixed with blood and bone and gore and Nellix did not flinch from it. Her last clip ran out and she growled in fury. She had nothing left to throw at the enemy, so she would tear into it with anything she had even if it cost her life. Looking around she saw the body of a blessed Priest. He had fallen in battle and was now propped up, in his last breaths he opened his great text to an inspiring passage. She knelt down and touched her forehead to the page.

"Forgive me wise one. But I need your weapon as much as I need your guidance." She gripped the great Eviscerator that he once wielded in battle and revved the motor, it's teeth roared to life with the sound of glorious fury. It was time, all her sins had come due. She closed her eyes and prayed as she walked past her sisters, a heavy rain suddenly falling unto them like a portent of doom. Her sins...she would pay them in full. And if she lived...may they never resurface.

"For the Emperor!" She shouted as she charged past the line alongside the Repentia, and joined her blade with theirs. Even as it sunk deep, chewing into the massive frames of her enemy, even then their muscled forms invoked the sinful thoughts that drove her to fight. So she fought harder, losing all her thought in the pure destruction of the Orks. Completely oblivious of the hulking war machines that were closing in. Massive contraptions of rusted metal donned with every device that could cause death, driven by Orks with every intention to do so.

 

[Friendly Alien]

The sudden and fierce counter-attack by the defenders staved off the Ork assault. They had sent the Boyz, the veritable grunts and cannon-fodder of the Greenskins to try and finish the job which the more capable forces should have been able to deal with, but the Sisters where dug in, and they charged with the fury of divine retribution when only the scrap was left. However, that was not entirely true. The Warlord had an ace up his sleeve, and this assault was just what he needed.

The thunderous footsteps that came with the whining noise of rusted metal and shoddy metalwork could be heard in the distance. Soon, as pillars where knocked down, as plumes of dust where seen in the distance, the Killa Kans arrived. While the Greenskin hordes where whittling down to the last of a hundred, the large metal constructs, riddled with guns strapped awkwardly here and there and equipped with gigantic large claws, the stunted legs that propelled them stomped their way to the noble defenders. Their Dakka's rattled, odd missiles swooshed past with terribly whining noises as they charged the best they could to get stuck in with the boys. But suddenly, there was something else. A new noise joined the fray of chaotic battle.

It was a distant rumble. And it was growing. There was a another tide of green that started to reach the Sister's but it was from the wrong direction. It was coming from where the reinforcements where supposed to arrive from, from the west. Snarling, panting beasts ran like possessed and the black armoured men sitting on them raised their weapons and let out a collective cry of war. The Sergeant, the leader of the charge raised his Meltagun, and yelled loudest of them all.
"For the Emperor!"

The very next moment, the Killa Kan that was going to crush a fallen Sister of Battle under its giant metal foot exploded in a fiery mass of molten slag. It tumbled backwards on it's own weight alone. The charging Rough Riders slammed right in the right flank of the Orks, and what they didn't shoot with bright beams of vengeful lasfire, their mounts assaulted and ripped asunder with teeth and claw.

It was glorious.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Nellix was thrown as a noisy rocket exploded near her. The Repentia were scattered, and most, being unarmored as they were, did not get back up. She growled against the pain in her ears and forced herself to her feet, but even as she raised herself a titanic slab of metal that was the foot of on of the Orks war machines fell down. This was it, her life given in the service of the God Emperor...as it should be.

But where metal should have crushed her bones and smashed her flesh to pulp she was instead showered with light and fragments. She was forced to look away and shield her face from the blast, but when she looked back the machine was falling to pieces, molten down, as though hit with a weapon she knew well. The Orks pressed on but now they moved from the west as well....no...they were not Orks. She gripped the Eviscerator and tried to stand, suddenly a strong hand hefted her to her feet. Pulling her up was the Battle Mistress. Her armor was scorched and her helmet long since broken. Her striking face was stoic in the light of surrounding fires.

"Stand sister! Our allies are upon the enemy! Stand! Bring that blade to bear and honor it's name!" So strong of words, from such a beautiful face...NO! Not here! Nellix shook her head and readied the blade, revving it full throttle. She nodded to the Mistress and looked too each side. On one side her company was regrouping, the Canoness was still alive and with her the remains of their force was preparing for a final assault. On the other this ally was tearing into the enemy.

She stood in bloody awe, the Guardsmen in black armor atop massive sinewy green beasts. Burning Lasblasts poured from the company like arrows of damnation, whilst the beasts powerful limbs matched the Orks raw strength and shredded them with equal fervor. She smiled and looked back to the Mistress, whom returned the grin with a smirk.

"That is it sister, relish this feeling. This day the enemy knows wrath and pain such as only we can give them. GIVE THEM THEIR FILL!" She shouted and all at once the Sisters charged. Shouting and singing all at once like a litany of doom. The blood, gore, rain and mud did not slow their advance, they fell unto the Orks like angels of war.

 

[Friendly Alien]

It was a bloody, furious massacre.
The Greenskins where known to be ferocious enemies, attacking head-on was their preferred strategy, tactic, doctrine and dogma. However, these where Blood Axes, the only clan of Orks actually known for their sense of good tactics. Amongst other Orks however, they where just cowardly. To anyone else, it was understood that they knew and appreciated the understanding of tactical retreats... And if there ever was a moment for a tactical retreat, this was it.

"Good for nothing, nose pickin', snotling lovin'...!" The Warlord was furious, he stomped with every footstep as he made his way to his Battlewagon, ready to depart. All of the Killa Kans where gone, and there where hardly any of his Boyz left. The few that remained had to fend for themselves, as he made haste and to prepare to fight another day.

The Rough Riders and the Sisters of Battle made short work of the stragglers. The Sergeant for one of the squads shot at anything that moved, bobbing his weapon up and down, side-to-side as he treated his mount as a walking weapons platform. The mount itself caught one of the few Orks that where left. It opened it's large, toothed maw and bit the shoulder of an Ork Boy. He screamed in terror, having dropped his weapons long ago, he swatted at the beasts snout. The dark eyes of the green creature where glazed over with blood lust, while the small red eyes of the Ork where filled with fright. He screamed loudly, and the scaled beast turned and walked back, as if it was dragging a prey item. And then it shook the Ork. It growled loudly like a frenzied animal, shaking its head and the Ork like a dog biting down on a rat.

Everyone could see this, and the Sergeant himself felt the blood lust. "DEATH! DEATH! DEATH AND SHAME TO OUR FOES!" His voice was loud, rugged and boisterous. He was grinning wildly and raised his Lasgun over his head in a gesture of triumph. His mount's gusto and revelry in the fighting was infectious, and the Rough Rider himself couldn't help but to be moved by the single-minded fury of his trusted steed.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

The Mistress ripped her Neuro whip across the back of a large Ork, maybe Nob status. It spasmed and fell forward towards Nellix, whom it had been fighting. With a growl she swung the Eviscerator in a great upward arc, meeting his body and cleaving a pulpy trail up his torso and finally splitting his jaw in twain. The Mistress laughed powerfully, her whips darted out like serpents, smashing into and leaving the few Orks who could not flee helpless against her allies. Nellix smiled and gasped at the air as though she'd been holding her breath. Only scattered survivors remained, odd shots and howls came and went as they were routed. The battle...had been won.

Nellix ran her gauntleted fingers through her white hair, knowing full well she was smothering it with blood and muck. Her blood was pounding through her veins like war drums, her mind was ablaze and her body hot. Battle had not seen fit to claim her debts, she sighed. As always, she survived even whilst throwing herself into the harshest of violence. A scream and a roar broke her from her inward thoughts. She turned to see the Rough Rider Sergeant gloating boisterously as his mount savaged an Ork. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight.

Powerful muscle tensed and flexed, lithe and sinuous, savage and primal. The Sergeant was strong and big, rugged and dark, surely a fine example of a man. But it was not the man that caused her heart to quicken further beneath her breastplate. The beast he rode upon tore it's prey apart with ease, an Ork which could have torn the Sergeant apart with similar ease. Even through the misty rain and the smoke and the heat she could pick out it's smell and the smell caused her abdomen to tighten. Vigor, virility, power, all these things it had.

"Sisters gather on me!" The sound of her Canoness was welcome and it caused her to spin around quickly, it allowed her to rip her eyes away from the beast. Nellix bit her lip and swore. As always she survived. And as always her debt would grow ever greater. She should have known better than to hope it would have gone. This unholy lust that plagued her would never be gone, she would bear it to the end of days. All she could do now was wait, and sate it before it dominated her ability to think straight.

"Do not worry Nellix. You earned that weapon today." The Mistress once again placed her hand on Nellix's shoulder. A fresh hairline scar now ran diagonally up the womans face...somehow it only made her more attractive...at least to Nellix anyways. "Whatever sins that plague you, you have paid them in full."

"Every battle you say that Mistress. You must know that I do not deserve such words. I repent and I try, but I stray without fail." The Mistress patted her shoulder plate and stepped past her.

"True. But you always fight your way back onto the path. And that is all I can ask of you." Nellix looked back to the beast, thinking of those words as the structure of it's muscles burned into her memory. Perhaps that is all she can ask of herself as well.

 

[Friendly Alien]

As the battle was done, the Rough Riders assembled. There had been a couple of casualties, and one of the Guardsmen was walking with two xeno mount reigns in his hands, leading them to where the Sergeants gathered. They discussed about how it had been a good fight, while and the leader of this mission made a few comments before he moved of to meet with the Sisters themselves.

His mount was only now starting to calm down from the exertion of battle. His wild eyes began to stop twitching, and it began to gaze the area like a regular animal instead of some maddened beast. Its heart was still pounding and the adrenalin was still coursing through its veins. Only the rider was able to subdue the beast, and it still required some skilful handling to achieve. The beats walked with slow, ponderous footsteps that only bragged of it's weight and subsequent power withheld its massive frame.

The Sergeant steered himself to the nearest couple of Sisters. He saw what he thought was a regular Sister of Battle together with one of higher rank. He raised his hand in a welcoming gesture, and shouted with a loud and boisterous voice. The xeno-mount did not do such thing, as it only walked slowly towards them with an angry look on its scaly face and with fresh gore on his jaws.

"Greetings, Brides of the God-Emperor! We are honoured to have joined you in this holy quest once again, and I congratulate you for sparing some of the xenos for us to slaughter!"
He was grinning widely as he stopped only a few meters away from them, slightly ahead of them in their path. As the women came closer, it was for the first time that the xeno-mount, the green, scaled, monstrous beast of war turned its head and met the eyes of Sister Nellix.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Nellix was lost in thought until the Sergeant called out to her and the Mistress. Part of her did not want to respond, knowing his mount would be right beneath him. But to do so would be suspicious, so she raised her head and immediately locked eyes with the creature. Her breath caught again while the Mistress moved forward, greeting and conversing with the Sergeant. Nellix moved forward as well, her body drawn in by the stare of the beast. A knot formed in her lower abdomen, as much as it killed her she knew exactly what it meant. Because of her curse she had lain with many men, even aliens...but never with an animal such as this. She should have known her depravity would continue to grow, she should have known that this was inevitable.

"Your mount is magnificent. The Greenskins stood little chance against them." She said aloud, trying to appear casual. She was only a pace away from the creatures head and it's musk was overwhelming. It wasn't just male, it was agitated, ready to mate.

"What...what are they called?" She had honestly never seen one. She had fought alongside Inquisitorial stormtroopers several times, and next to the Cadians a couple times, but she had never met Rough Riders before. Perhaps tonight she would...study them...before she did anything risky.

 

[Friendly Alien]

The creature responded with a similar show of interest when the woman stared back at it. The eyes flared up with interest, and the nostrils flared as it tried to scent her. It stretched it's head and neck forward cautiously. The guardsman turned his head when Nellix spoke up, as he was nodding his head in agreement with the Mistress in a discussion. He was glad to hear someone showing some interest in his steed.

He leant backwards and straightened his back, the handsome man believed that she was taken back by his masculinity, and his animal was merely an extension of it. "This is an Eedian Warbeast! It's kind has served our regiments for almost two thousand years, and these glorious steeds have great strengths and few weaknesses. This old one," he began with patting it's side, which the beast promptly ignored. "is called Sargon."

As he again leaned back, it might have looked like the extending neck of the beast, together with it's head, looked like an abstract extension of his own virility. He did not think of it that way, but someone might have. The beast itself was still very interested in this woman in front of it. It was a buck, but all of the male parts where tucked in, save for a small sheath-like part between it's legs, but it was very deceptive as it hid a large organ. Though, it would need much stimulation to arouse it. However, the very strange, unfamiliar allure was tempting it. The nostrils flared with interest as it smelled her female scents, trying to reach closer.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Nellix politely acknowledged the Sergeant. Only somewhat aware of his attempts to display his masculinity. On a normal day he would ignite many sensations and urges within her, but now her attentions were locked elsewhere. Sargon. That is the name of this beast. It was blunt and harsh sounding, it was perfect for the warbeast. Nellix could somehow feel Sargon's interest in her, it was trying to reach closer, it's nostrils flaring. She took another step and lifted her hand.

"It is truly magnificent. I enjoyed watching it play with that Ork as though it were a toy." She continued to make conversation half-heartedly while she raised her hand to it. She could not help it, but from her position her eyes darted to Sargon's underbelly. A thick, sinuous chest became a scaled abdomen, and between it's legs hung a sheath like protrusion. She had seen the same kind of thing on many animals, most notably horses, whose sheath betrayed a massive phallic organ. She quickly tore her eyes away before anyone noticed. In fact, she was already probably showing too much interest. She backed away from Sargon and looked to the Sergeant.

"You and your men fought well today, it was an honor to fight beside such skilled warriors of the Guard." He really was a choice male, if she couldn't get to Sargon, perhaps he would be a suitable replacement...

 

[Friendly Alien]

The beast seemed almost ecstatic when a hand was reaching for it. The eyes widened, and it was so close to feel her touch, even if it her skin was hidden under a gauntlet, it wanted to feel her touch. A desperate yearning made it whine. The Sergeant thought it was enough, and began to tug at the reigns. The beast rumbled, displeased, but obeyed. It moved to the side, obviously somewhat irritated, but that could just be because the rider bossed it around so much.

"The honour was all mine." He nodded courtly to both Nellix and the Mistress, smiling a suave grin at both Truly, with his rugged stubbles and flashing white grin, he was a handsome man.
"I will meet you at back at the base, perhaps!" And with him riding off into the distance, a flock of similarly big, muscled and powerful xeno-mounts rushed like a determined stampede off away form the battlefield. The battle around them was dying down, and it would seem that they had won the day, even on the larger scale of this little war on this little planet.

The day soon came to a close, and the evening came shortly afterwards. The Imperial Guard compound was adjacent to the Adepta Sororita encampment, with a respectful distance of a few hundred feet apart. Though, the Rough Rider designated area was a bit further off, but well within walking distance from either camp. Several sturdy shack-like corrals had been erected to both provide cover for the beasts, but also to keep them inside and restricting their movements. The door was not locked, as the Rough Riders had made it a habit of visiting their mounts on sleepless nights, giving them feed or doing chores as they tried to work the restlessness out of their bones.

Well inside, there would be designated boxes for each mount. There was plenty of space form the to move around, or to at least walk in circles. Several people could walk inside the stall, if needed be. Much like a horses stall, their heads would peek out form above the short door that kept them inside of their pens, and the doors had the names of each beast. Sargon himself was... Anxious. His nostrils flared constantly as the oddly arousing interlude with that Sister of Battle had for some reason provoked its rutting to become even more fierce. The sheath had become swollen, and it was swollen to such a degree that it would be impossible for a man, or a woman, to reach their fingers around it. Two large protrusion started to bulge out from the base as well, which was a clear indication that its testes where reacting. Oddly enough, there shouldn't be any females for it to react to. It had never felt so alone and restless in its entire life as that moment, the only sounds and scents it could sense where that from other uninteresting Warbeast bucks. It rumbled with displeasure and frustration.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Night had fallen, after her post battle rituals and prayers, and after seeing to her duties Nellix had slipped out of her barracks for a walk. Her walk took her to the edge of the Sororitas compound. She headed out the gate and made her way to the Rough Riders Encampment. She managed to get by the guard sisters with a fake document that needed to be delivered to the Sergeant.

After some research on the Eerdian warbeasts and the Rough Riders she had come up with a plan. It was too much of a risk that Sargon's owner would come to check on him in the night, so she needed to 'preoccupy' him before heading to the animal pens. The cool night air felt good against her unarmored body. She wore ceremonial leathers, a tight studded corset and skin tight leggings. Black silk covered her cleavage, shoulders and arms, it was a common outfit for off-duty sisters. And it would do nicely to entice the Sergeants thoughts.

After several minutes she was in the encampment and standing outside his cabin. She looked around to be cautious, then knocked on the door. Nellix was excited, she had gotten over her shame as always and now she just wanted satisfaction. This man was not the powerful beast she needed, but he was still a prime example of a man. And he would do perfectly to rouse her flames and prepare her physically for the main course.

 

[Friendly Alien]

"Enter!" There was a loud, sharp voice of a man that yelled from within. He sounded agitated, and he was. It was late, and he hated when he would get notices and messages late in the evening. He wanted to relax, and read some literature. Right now, he had gotten his hands on some very interesting, but crude, novelettes. "The Lusts of the Sisters" was a poorly written piece of literature that described an Imperial Guardsman 'suffering' the lustful advances of an Adepta Sororitas.

It was enough to get him aroused and entertained, but the poorly written lines got to him. 'Oh, what a great Lascannon you have' she would exclaim, when demanding to see his 'equipment'. He had just put it down on the wooden desk when he heard the knock. A small bunk was to his side, but otherwise there was just benches and desks. This place would serve both as his private room and as a planning room if needed.

He wearing the typical outfit. light brown trousers and uniform, with a coat that covered most of his chest, and where the buttons where on the left part of his chest, like a large flap. He was dressed, but he was without his helmet and armour. A short, brown cut hair could be seen as his back was to the door at the first instant, putting the crude novel under some documents and maps.

"What is it, Guardsman?"

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

"Wrong branch Sergeant." Nellix said as she entered the man's cabin. She walked up to him with a relaxed posture. "Sister is customary....but Nellix will suffice." She smiled at him while admiring his physique. Out of his armor she had a better gauge of his body. His uniform was nice and fitting, showing off his broad shoulders and thick chest. The trim cut of his top told her he was plenty tight in the abdomen as well, and most importantly the tight brown trousers gave her just a hint of bulge. Good. This might actually be a satisfactory warm up for later.

"I confess Sergeant. I came under guise of bringing you this document." She held up her "important document", then crumpled it. She knew men well enough, and she knew his type better. She didn't like playing around anymore than he did she was sure. "The truth is since the battle I couldn't resist coming over to talk to you." She leaned against his desk, trying to be provocative without coming on to strong.

 

[Friendly Alien]

The very instant he heard a woman's voice, he froze. His eyes bulged, knowing very well that only an Adepta Sororitas would speak like that. TO one of them, his rank meant nothing. He steeled himself and turned to face her. He was going to salute her, but then he saw her in her relaxed outfit, and he had just heard her mentioning that a more informal usage of names would suffice.

He was surprised. His shocked looks faded as he spent more time hearing her voice, considering her tone and seeing her almost hungry gaze. Then he saw just how pronounced her female figure was in that bodice. He couldn't help but grin as she crumbled the paper. There was no way in the Warp that she was on any kind of official business. This was purely... Recreational.

Standing just a few feet from her as she leant on the desk, he tilted his strong chin up, and brushed his unshaven neck with a strong, callous and somewhat nicked hand. "It must be something very important then." His voice still had that strong and boisterous attitude, even when he was shouting a war cry for the Emperor. He walked even closer to her, and stood just on her left side, facing her shoulder. Now he was showing of an air of authority, crossing his arms over his chest, actually unknowingly showing of the dimensions of his muscles arms and strained the cloth against his abdomen.

"The rank of a Guardsman means nothing to a Sister of Battle. Call me Gordon."

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

He was confident to boot, it took him no time at all to relax in her presence and begin displaying his air of authority, and along with it his muscles. His uniform practically bursting at the seams. She had to bite her lip. She was almost beginning to forget about Sargon in lieu of Gordon....almost.

"You fought a fine battle today Sergeant. Your zeal rivals that of the Inquisition, and your skill as well." She reached out confidently and ran her fingertips over the medals on his chest. "Such achievements Gordon. It must take some stamina to keep up with them...." She let her fingers trail to the side, feigning the investigation of his rank and specialization designator on his upper arm, she gave his bicep a firm squeeze. Hard as iron. From her position she turned to face him, leaning back against the edge of his desk. She propped herself up on her hands, a posture that accentuates her figure.

"I must be frank with you Gordon. I really shouldn't be here. I could be brought before Tribunal for visiting a man's tent..." She stood up and turned around, bending over and leaning her hands on his desk. This placed her ass only inches away from his pelvic region, combined with the proper arcing of her back, she could practically hear his breaches tightening.

 

[Friendly Alien]

He felt her touch. It was electrifying! She spoke about protocol and hinted at military and religious achievements, but he knew what it was about. Oh, he could tell what she needed. She moved around like she was not sure of how to stay still, as excited she must have been. When she finally stayed still, moving her rear at his direction. It became obvious what she wanted. What she needed.

"I won't tell anyone you where here." He rumbled off with almost a whisper, and he dared what few men would ever dare to do. He moved towards her, placed his large and strong hands on her waist, and pressed his pelvis against her body. They where at the same pose as a lewd pair would fuck, and he felt his stirring manhood tensing against the fabric of his clothing, Nellix's clothing, and her body behind it.

"I know that you have the needs that every women have. I will take care of your needs, Sister." He had no idea of her true needs. He was only shown her needs for him at that moment, and all he could see was her in crude positions in relation to his own body. He let out a low grunt through his nose, and pressured his crotch against her ass, and she could feel his thick member. Surprisingly larger than most men. If she wanted size, then she hit the jackpot... If she would be content with the size any pure man could give her, that is.

 

[Nightmaregoddess]

Nellix stifled a gasp when Gordon's hands gripped her waist. She was so turned on that little shocks ran up her spine at the touch of his fingers, even through her clothes. But what really set her off was when he pressed his pelvis to her ass.

"By the Emperor..." She mewled as his thick bulge grew bigger and harder against her buttocks. He truly was a pinnacle of male physique. She raised herself up and reached back, gripping his hair before she slowly started grinding her rear against his swollen phallus.

"I do have needs Sergeant. Needs that even the truest of prayers can't quell." The top of her head just reached his eyes, so with her back pressed against his firm chest she craned her neck to look at him. She needed him to keep showing his dominance, his authority. She wordlessly begged him to kiss her and take her however he saw fit.

 

[Friendly Alien]

He had only set his eyes on this woman for a few seconds, and yet he found her to be the most enticing, arousing and tempting woman he had ever met in his life. He felt her soft rear squash against his pelvis, how his cock ground against her ass as he held her there, but she did her best to move on her own against him. He gasped as she confessed the weakness of her prayers... And for some inexplicable reason, he found that fact exciting.

"Tell me..." He began, slowly sliding his callous hands up her clothed sides. "How prayer won't sate your needs... Your cravings." He spread his teeth and breathed hot air against her shoulder and her neck. He kissed the spot on her neck just below her left ear, and groaned loudly as he felt his entire body throb with want. "Tell me, woman!"

 

[Nightmaregoddess]

Nellix moaned at the feel of his hot breath against her neck, at the feel of his rough hands on her sides, at the sensation of his lips upon such a tender spot. She could feel his phallus grow more and more as she moved against it, but she needed more. She slid her free hand back, in between their bodies and cupped his crotch, moaning as she gave it a sultry squeeze.

"Prayers....prayers can't massage me in the night when I am restless.." She stroked him firmly. "Prayers can't warm me with their flesh and make me scream with pleasure." Her deft fingers worked their way beneath his beltline where they swiftly found and took his phallus in hand.

"Prayers give me peace....but when I don't want peace I need something more....physical" Her body was on fire, every touch from his was a shock to her senses. She could already feel slick juices running down the inside of her leather pants. Every fiber of her being needed the satisfaction his body could give her. As she moaned and stroked his length, Nellix found herself desperately needing to taste him.

 

[Friendly Alien]

Her zeal was... Nothing like he had ever seen in a woman before. Her hot passion was obscene as it was a beauty to hear, feel and sense with your very soul. He could feel his entire being being charged with the electrifying force of her arousal, and he was not going to let her down. He had decided that. Gordon would show just what an Imperial Guardsman could do... What an Eedian could do!

His hands brushed up her sides and cupped her breasts when she grabbed him, thinking it would be a fair exchange of services. His hot member was thick and hard already, and Gordon grit his teeth as he squeezed her female parts in turn. Her breasts almost popped out of her corset, but he didn't care. And when she dig her hand under his trousers, kneading his naked 10 inch member with an eager hand... He lost it.

The man kissed her neck, then stroked her neck with a slobbering wet tongue all the way to her ear. He was so lost in the moment that he licked her ear, kissed it, and nibbled it with his teeth. All the while as he groaned and grunted against her, grabbing her bosom with a rough pair of hands. He was going to say something that would be heretical... But damn him, he could not resist it! Not when she had shared with him her confessions on the weakness of prayer, this seemed so right! He placed his clenched teeth right against her ear, and huskily growled his words against her.

"I will giver you the satisfaction that not even the God-Emperor cannot provide...!"

 

[Nightmaregoddess]

Nellix gasped for air as Gordon seamed to feed off her lust, compounding it until they were both lost. She continued to stroke and squeeze his thick phallus beneath his trousers, he was so large, and so hot. Her fingers wormed their way lower and cupped his balls, which were every bit as impressive as his member. As his hands went up and cupped her breasts she moaned long and hard. Her breasts were young and firm, most importantly they were sensitive. His fingers were like lightning as they kneaded her mounds, threatening to make them fall out, which she wanted so badly.

"Go..." She was about to speak when his tongue ran up her neck to her ear. She moaned and bit her lip to keep from screaming, she was beyond turned on now. His playful nibbling of her ear did not help, she ground her ass even harder against him as she removed her hand, now it worked hard at yanking his trousers down. However her hand slipped when he growled such heresy in her ear. She spun around out of his grasp and grabbed him by his collar, she couldn't take it anymore. With aggressive force she spun him around and slammed him into his desk.

"Such heresy! You must be punished!" She ripped open his shirt and ran her hands over his hard muscles, sliding her fingers through his thick chest hair. Then she fell to her knees and roughly pulled his pants down until his throbbing cock jumped from it's hiding place. She took it in hand and immediately wrapped her lips around it, moaning as she tasted his salty flesh for the first time. His dick was every bit as masculine as he was, thick veins ran it's length, hard as steel. She slathered it with her tongue, her saliva running down it's length, wetting his heavy balls.

 

[Friendly Alien]

That harpy voice would have terrified any man, in any place and time when it came from the throat of a Sister of Battle... But Gordon saw it in her face that she was too aroused to punish him. She grinned wide in ecstasy when she pushed him down, ripping his clothes apart. Her hand touching his chest felt like burning fire, and he pushed the back of his head against the wooden desk with a loud thump when she slobbered all over his member. It was thick, long and covered in thick skin and throbbing veins, and she sucked at it like she was mad with lust.

Applying the same fervour on carnal activities as on the battlefield, he thought, Gordon put both of his hands on the back of her head. He ran his thick fingers through her neat, white hair... Then he grabbed it. He grit his teeth, then looked down over his chest, abs, then his mighty cock stuck in her mouth. He didn't hesitate for one second to thrust her own head up and down on himself, feeling her gag and choke on his fat tip.

The man grit his teeth hard and grunted loudly. He shook his head briefly, then shouted words of 'encouragement' down at the woman. "Oh, punish me, Sister!"