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

Nellix gagged and choked as he shoved her down over him, she was good at pleasing men with her mouth, but she had little luck getting over her gag reflex....but that didn't stop her from trying. Her free hand gripped and messaged her breast while the other gripped his thigh for support as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. The level of her arousal was such that she was bordering on climax already, she couldn't help but be turned on by his dominance, his strength and masculinity.

Every time she was pressed down she tried to extend her tongue to further extend the space she was pleasing. Shortly though she had to pull herself away to regain her focus. But she still assaulted his cock, smearing it over her cheeks and lips, loving he hot meaty feel of his member against her flesh. As she continued to slather it's length with her mouth she loosened her corset and let her breasts fall free.

"You deserve only the greatest of punishments!" She wrapped his slick shaft between her breasts and started massaging him with her supple mounds. The length of cock that extended beyond her cleavage she kissed and licked at, sucking as she could. She was panting now, sweat and saliva coated her chest, neck and face. His rough cock was like fire, stimulating her tits to the point where she was clamping her legs together, trying to stave off her first orgasm.
 
Gordon felt almost overwhelmed with the sheer intensity of it all. Her throat vibrating over a good chunk of his cock when she gagged on it, her impressive willpower to go down on him again and again, to be willing to subject herself to his almost uncaring grabs of her hair was as inspiring as it was empowering. He made her into this hungry woman, he made her into this whore that she had become, or so he imagined. He had to fight the urge to deny her the free reign she was given to move away from his member, and undress herself.

Then, he was granted the sights of sights. He was granted, or punished more like it, with the softest sensation known to man. He saw, and felt, how she wrapped both of her breasts around his hard, hot and slick member then started to pump her body up and down on it. Feeling her flickering her tongue against the bulbous cock head was too much. He shuddered, and he was reminded of the sight of how she was smeared her lips and cheeks with his manhood seconds earlier.

"Oh, Sister! Have mercy!" he breathed those words out, and had to rest his head against the desk. Truth be told, her punishment was weakening him. He could not refuse her, or even consider changing her mind to do something other than what she was already doing to him. He was experiencing such extreme pleasure that it was bordering pure bliss.
 
It started like lightning at first, a sensation barely describable but one she knew well by now. During battle was the only time her zeal could overwhelm the curse laid upon her almost one year ago. After the battles she had a short time of clarity, which she knew and felt and understood all her needs. But her senses were beginning to magnify.

The touch of his thick phallus against her skin was like a rod of molten iron that didn't burn, the heat just permeated her and drew her in. The smell of his sweat and precum was like a fog, she could smell nothing else and it made her lust explode. The taste....the taste was like something from another world, salty, dirty, potent, tangy....all these things magnified to the point of being unable to resist them. If she was an animal before.....she was about to become a demon.

"Give...it...to...me!" She let her breasts fall away and descended on his member, forcing it all the way down until her nose touched his skin. She gagged, but she held it there. The pain was her punishment for enjoying it so much. She started sucking him at a furious pace, trading out to stroke him and massage him, but always returning him to her throat, where it belonged. She needed him to climax, because she was about to, juices were leaking out of her harder than ever, her pants alone were too much stimulation now.

"Please...." She moaned as she nestled him between her breasts again, massaging while licking up the precum oozing from the tip of his cock.
 
She seemed insatiable and without any sort of desire to pursue what would be genuinely pleasurable for herself. She would have gagged sitting on her knees in front of him, sucking and bobbing her head on his raging hot manhood. He felt it, and he heard her almost begging for it. Begging for it, while almost forcing herself on him with a mixture of desire... And something else he couldn't identify. But nowhere did Gordon get the hint that she needed him to fuck her

He raised his head and slowly put his weight on his elbows against the desk. His cock head, and more, passed her throat again and again. She seemed do need that specifically, and crave only that. or so he imagined, and that he liked to imagine, because it provided with almost unbearable amounts of pleasure and sensations. He grit his teeth in a wide grin, then grabbed the hair of his desperate woman.

"Very well, I will give it to you, Sister!" He felt cruel, but somehow it just felt right at the time. He stood up on his own and forced the woman to remain on her knees, and he rocked his hips against her while her mouth was affixed on his fuck member, forcing himself against her in the same manner he would have done if she was turned against him, exposing her rear to him. He was, in all respects, fucking her mouth. And he wasn't going to let go before he was done with her.
 
As soon as he grabbed her and took charge she was gone, lost to sensation. It was like a sensory overload that only felt good. His cock slammed into her mouth over and over until her gag reflex just stopped bothering, the copious precum leaking from him was numbing her mouth with the most intense flavor. She began to climax simply from the sensations alone. Her body shook from both his forceful thrusting and a powerful tremor building in her belly. She couldn't talk, she could barely moan, what she could do she did as her thighs became soaked with her juices.

The electric sensation of orgasm ripped through her body and mind like a hurricane, rendering her oblivious to the world and Gordon. If it weren't for his thrusting she probably would have passed out, her eyes even rolled back as she gripped onto his thighs for fear of losing her muscle control. He had to be close himself, she knew it. She needed him to be, she had to taste it, she needed him to finish so it wasn't just her....


((sorry for shortness. Not much to say))
 
((No problem))

Gordon's entire body moved with his thrusts. His legs tensed up as he steadied himself, his powerful and now sweaty abs made volts over itself as his lower body moved like a pendulum. His chest heaved with a heavy breath, and the man was visibly near his climax. If she didn't tell from seeing it, then she would tell from simply hearing him. He didn't give her any chance to rest or fight against his continued assault, as his hands had her in a vice grip and he refused to let her go. While his large and moistened cock penetrated her throat, he began to yell out his orgasm.

His entire body shuddered when he arrived at his sought after climax. His eyelids clamped down shut as it was impossible to fight the reflexive need to brace his entire body. He felt his sack retreat to his body, and the constant slammed on it against Nellix' chin ceased. But his convulsions only made for a more furious and erratic thrusting against her throat, so one sensation was replaced with another. His yell was loud, but her interrupted himself with stifled grunts during his entire orgasm. He literally felt his shaft pulsating, forcing his thick ejaculate to pass through his body and down her throat. At least at first.

Gordon was a dramatic man in front of his men at battle, and he retained that sense of drama even in his private life. His coated, drenched member slid out of Nellix' mouth and she was finally able to breathe at her leisure, but she would have that blessing together with a little blessing blessing of Gordon's. As he was in front of her still, right hand grabbing her hair, he used his now free hand to grab his own member. He jerked it, forcing the remaining goblets of his hot juices to land on the woman's pale face. The man groaned like a beast possessed with lust, which might not have been far from the truth. But afterwards... He was a shaking man, brought to the very edge of his physical abilities.

If her mission was to exhaust this man, then she had certainly succeeded. He could just barely stand on his own feet.
 
Nellix nearly died as his searing seed shot down her throat. She could feel his phallus swell with every pulse of thick cream she could feel it every inch of the way down to her stomach. As he pulled out some spattered into her mouth, before he began stroking the last of his semen onto her face. The flavor was thick and rich, salty and full of potency, all magnified ten times over. She rolled the jelly thick cream over her tongue several times before swallowing it. Then she turned her attention to the white hot globs of cum spattering her face. Some she smeared, wanting to smell them for a bit longer, others she wiped away and drew into her mouth. It took her some time but she finally gathered herself together.

She could see Gordon was exhausted, his heavy breathing, the sweat trickling down his muscles. He could probably have another go, but that wasn't what she really wanted. Not now. She stood up and reset her corset, situated everything, she was still so lucky for her leathers, because her legs were soaked. She was also glad it was night, no one would notice her antagonized state. Once she situated herself she stepped up to Gordon, pressing close and running her hand down his muscular chest and abs do rest wrapped around his meaty rod. She gave him a light kiss.

"Get some rest Sergeant....you can bet I'll be back around." Part of her wanted to stay, milk him for all he had....but most of her knew a much more fitting partner was waiting for her. She turned her back to Gordon and walked to the door, not looking back as she left him there in front of his desk.

It was a short walk to the stables, she had checked the layout of their camp and knew where to go. The moment she entered she could smell him....Sargon. Her senses still in their heightened state she could smell the pheromones he was releasing, he was in need. He was ready to mate...with her.
 
The man felt ashamed when she wrapped her arms around him, teasing his muscles with that smooth embrace of hers. He knew he could do more, if he only had the chance! It had been an exhausting day. Had he been rested, he would have kept her up through the entire night! The light kiss and her promise sealed the deal however. She would be back. He grinned, thinking that he had made a lasting impression on her. He stared on her figure as she walked away from him, nodding to himself. Finally, he thought to himself. I've had a Sister of Battle suck my cock. A surge of pride swelled through his chest as he had no idea of what her true intentions where.

The scaled beast was frustrated. It had been gnawing at the door which kept it locked in it's pen, and Nellix could no doubt hear the gnashing of thick teeth against hard wood. There where other Warbeasts, but they where dozing off or very uninterested of the entire scene. Nellix could see their heads, relaxed and perhaps even a little bored, as the doors weren't tall enough to obscure the heads. It was in the design, meant to male the feeding a time-efficient affair.

Sargon himself didn't notice Nellix. She was downwind, and the eventual sound of her entrance or walking wasn't enough to strike any notions of familiarity, if he could even hear it. The chewing, the mental distractions, and the sensation of its own throbbing sheath and bulging testes where very distracting.
 
Nellix slowly krept through the stable. Careful not to make to much noise and disturb the creatures. She did not want to give any reason for someone to come and check on them. Now that she was concentrating on it, moving was awkward. Her thighs, ass, and calves were practically glued to her leathers due to her juices thickening. She could smell herself, which meant Sargon either could or would soon. But that was part of the plan, from what she researched they were highly instinctual beasts, driven by base needs yet intelligent enough to be taught complicated maneuvers. The smell of her slick, aroused body should overwhelm aggression quickly. If all went well she would have to do very little....Sargon would take what he needed....and in doing so give her what she wanted. She walked along the stalls, looking for him. Even though they looked so similar, she could smell him, even though she first met him when her senses were normal the meeting had burned that smell into her memory.

Then she caught it....she didn't know why he was special. All the creatures surely possessed the same anatomical qualities, perhaps he was the alpha. Perhaps it was the pheromones, superior breeding, superior physiology....she didn't know or care. She just knew it was him....Sargon. He could satisfy her for sure....in ways Gordon could never dream to. And then she was there. Sargon was gnawing at the door to his pen, obviously restless.

"Hello Sargon....you're feeling it too?" She whispered, cautious not to startle or enrage the creature...after all he was in the end a beast. She read the reports of how the creatures were mated, virile males were given fluid taken from the privates of ovulating females. If the male took then he would find his way on his own. Nellix stood in front of the door, nervousness and excitement kicking in. She slid a hand under her belt line and worked between her legs until it was slick. Those motions alone lit her body again, surely setting her pheromones off again. Then carefully, she held her hand close, but outside of Sargon's reach...just in case he got carried away.

"This...this is for you...do you like it?"
 
If Sargon could pray, then his prayers would have been answered with Nellix' arrival. The eyes of the beast lit up as her saw her moving towards him, and he released the chewed door from his grip. He started to claw it now, restless to be released, a deep desire to approach her was overwhelming, and he was reducing to a whining creature of unsatisfied needs. His nostrils flared with her scents assaulting him. Sargon could feel it already. The scents of a human female and Warbeast female where different, but for all intents and purposes, he saw her as a bitch in heat. Instincts demanded him to mount her, his very being demanded him to mount her. The sheath under his body quivered.

Then, she brought a hand for him He couldn't react it, but that did not stop the beast from trying to reach that concentrated handful of pure sex. He pushed his body against the door, stretched his neck out... Opened his mouth and trying to reach for her fingers with his tongue. It was long, thick, and coated with saliva. A hot breath licked her hand. The tongue itself was perhaps 2 inches wide at the tip, and an impressive 6 inches wide at the base. Oh, how it needed to taste her!

It was at that point where Sargon's body reacted in earnest. Feeling there was a female in heat nearby, the body prepared itself. Slowly, but surely, a large, thick, bulbous erection started to pass through the sheath. The tip was pointed, and there was a visible hole right on the centre of it. It quickly became thicker, and it took only seconds for a forearm sized phallus to appear, dangling and twitching under his stomach. Slapping his stomach.
 
Perfect. It was easy to see how excited he was. The way he stretched his neck so that his tongue could reach her hand, even his tongue was huge. She wondered how thirsty he was....she shook her head though. Now came for the tricky part. She had thought it over and over and there was no way she was opening that stall without letting him go, and that would be bad. So she reached into a pack she'd stowed outside Gordon's cabin.

"Sargon. I bet you are hungry....how does....this smell?" She pulled out a large slab of raw meat she'd swiped from the galley. It was enough to feed five people, so she figured it would keep him busy just long enough for her to slip in. She set it aside, to make sure it caught his interest. And while she let him simmer she slipped out of her clothes. Unfortunately if she went in there clothed then she would quickly have nothing to wear back to the barracks. Once done she slid her well folded clothes under a pile of bedding. The air in the stall was humid and warm, unlike the cool air outside. Her skin was already slick enough, she could tell it was soon to be even wetter. Taking a deep breath she snatched up the meat.

"Alright big guy. Eat up!" She tossed it over his head, forcing him to turn around if he wanted it. With the window she unlatched the gate, darted inside and relocked it before she stuck herself to the wall. Now just a twinge of fear crept into her senses, there was nothing standing between them. And she was no match for him. If he chose to attack, she would die. If he took her, then she would be his until his substantial stamina wore out.
 
The beast faced a very conflicted turmoil of instincts when there was food involved in this very stimulating scene. His eyes darted to the slab of meat, but he was still aroused. His cock did not weaken nor did it show any sign of going limp only because his focus had changed. Those sharp eyes, and the entire head and soon the entire body, turned to face this new target. He did not snap at it when it was in the air, as the feeding disciplinary training had been very intense and effective, made to avoid any 'accidents' caused by clumsy recruits or over-anxious Warbeasts.

His body did turn though. His back and tail faced the woman, and he did not realize she had snuck inside. He bit down on the food the second it hit the wall. A loud gnashing of teeth sinking into raw meat echoed against the wooden walls, and a frustrated beast's breathing joined in the cacophony of noises. However, the very second it had done eating, he turned again.

His flaring nostrils where suddenly only inches away from Nellix' face. He breathed hard after the meal... But more so from pure arousal. She could have caught a glance of Sargon's incredible member during his swift movements. Now, it was longer than a man's forearm... Though, it had a similar thickness to it. It was slick, so she might not need to work on it... If the beast chose to mount her violently.

But it didn't. Instead, the beast took one step closer and it's lips touched her forehead. It smelled her hair, then it tasted the sweat on her forehead with a long, slick lick. The tongue itself had a rubber-like texture, which could spark memories of latex items specifically used for women in need, but without a man to sate the need with. Though, this long and prehensile mass of muscle was far from anything like a lifeless dildo.
 
The smell of his breath was that of raw meat and fresh blood. The smell was intoxicating with her senses heightened, it made her lightheaded. Then his thick tongue ran over her forehead, the heat making her stifle a gasp. His tongue was so thick and firm, like rubber, but more dense. She imagined that tongue inside her, that muscle alone was bigger and more impressive than Gordon's cock was...much less.

"Oh dear Emperor!" She whispered as she leaned to the side and caught her first glimpse of his nearly erect phallus. It was as thick as a mans forearm, and longer by several inches. The tip didn't have a head like a human's dick, it came to a thick, rounded point. That didn't matter, because even from there she could smell the juices leaking from it, the pheromones pouring off it, and hear the blood pumping through it. She slowly, cautiously rested her hands on either side of Sargon's large, reptilian head.

"Come now....have a taste..." Somehow the creatures gentleness regardless of the obvious level of it's arousal worked away some of Nellix's nervousness and fear. She gently nudged his head down, until his muzzle was in line with her naval. She hoped he would smell his way from there, because the situation was still terrifying, even though her courage was building and her excitement was quadrupled from the senses. She still didn't know how the creature would react....
 
Despite the fact that the Eedian Warbeast was a veritable pheromone and hormonal factory, her own scents seemed to subdue Sargon. Had it been anyone else, then he would have most likely pinned her and ravaged her. Eating her afterwards might not have been out of the question, as most matings involved the male biting the neck of the female for support... And for Nellix', his maw was quite possibly too big and powerful for her comfort.

She managed to use her supernatural advantage over the beast to guide his head. From standing taller then her, he leaned down to smell her stomach. Nothing too interesting, but the instinct to lick anything salty that was present in most animals got the better off him, and that big and warm tongue slid out of that large mouth of his again. The tongue moved with determined and exploring strokes, tracing up above her navel, then below it. That very same tongue that provoked her moments before to fantasize about large male organs, and the analogy was not that abstract when it brushed against her pubic region as the tongue travelled lower and lower.

It took only a few seconds before this alien beast reached her sex. He had bushed his snout against her stomach, pushing and pinning her against the wall now and then as he almost clumsily, or maybe his eagerly, nudged further down on her body. Her own warm and incredibly wet sex mixed with the similar fluids of Sargon's tongue as he investigated and explored the entire region, brushing against her inner thighs and ass cheeks as the tongue was quite long. Pushing forwards and backwards, the bumpy and rubbery tongue mostly brushed past her slit and spread her lips.
 
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