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Inglorious Acolytes (Friendly Alien & Openots)

As it grew hard in her hand, Miri’s curiosity only grew. Of course, it wasn’t sexual in the least. More… scholarly curiosity if anything. As the hand teased her scalp, she gentle pushed it off with her free hand, still going about her business. “I would imagine so. Showing this to a medic or something could have resulted in cleansing by fire or some other ridiculous punishment. Worst part of the Imperium is that ‘punishment’ usually means death. Bad system in my opinion, but it keeps people loyal… somehow.” She rolled the blue eyes for a moment, brushing a bit of hair over her shoulder. Reaching up again, she wrapped a single hand around the base of the member tightly, looking it over, her right eye recording everything she saw. Her other hand came up, two fingers resting on the purple head. Gently, the two fingers move away from one another, pulling the slit at the head open, almost as though she were checking for teeth or something. Obviously content with her search, she let the head slip from her fingers, her hand falling away. “Well now, it definitely is real. Though I am concerned since it looks like it is of Chaos origin.”
 
Patricia's breath became only more laboured with each new way Miri used her hands to prod and explore her body. The member almost jolted with power and vitality as it grew harder and harder, possibly even marginally longer and wider as more power flowed through its veins. Then a sudden thought entered the red-head's mind. She bit her lowerlip and giggled, taking in all the little things that Miri said. She saw how the meaty head, still sadly dry, teased so closely to her lips. When she opened her mouth and spoke, she could both see her tongue slither inside of her mouth and feel her hot and damp breath on her skin.
She gave off a low rumbled, and used that shunned hand to touch herself. She held it about in the middle of the shaft at the thickest part, making it almost impossible to read around it with her fingers. And then Patricia offered her first real scholarly input into this exercise. "Well then... But does it taste like it is of Chaos origin?" And she slowly, sensually so almost, stroked her aching and pulsating member with a small grin on her face. The red blush slowly faded away, as her embarrassment was replaced with an uncharacteristic sensation of confidence and playfulness.
 
Inches away from the cock itself, most people probably would have picked up on the fact that Patricia obviously wanted SOMEONE to suck her cock. But, Miri obviously didn’t quite grasp it. At the question, a confused look crossed the blue eyes as she looked up at the other woman. “Taste? I’ve never heard of Chaos taint producing a ‘taste’ so to speak. Maybe a smell, but that is usually from a dead body or something, no, no. No sense in looking for a taste, plus we don’t know if it is contagious or anything.” The dark haired woman replied, the bluntness of Patricia’s question going a clear mile over her head. Slowly, she stood up, scratching the back of her head. “I’ll go and get my equipment, and we can do a… further examination.” She replied, walking past the other woman and over to her chest, bending over and digging through the metal case. One again, the thin material of the robes clung to her… generous frame, showing off the curves of her backside wonderfully. “So, how long have you had your… addition?” She asked, her rear-end unconsciously swaying from side to side as she was elbow-deep in the chest. At the moment she was looking for her measuring apparatus, though clearly her Adept friend had other things in mind.
 
Oh, plenty of other things where going through her mind. She almost thought that Miri was being deliberately obtuse when she didn't take the hint. Crooking her head to the side and giving a gentle frown, she looked at the black haired woman as she walked past, prattling on about instruments and tools. Her eyes followed the woman as she walked, teasing Patricia with her swaying body. She bit her lip with a grin and turned around and followed the woman. The unknown confidence she now had gave her the ability to enact on her fantasies before she even knew that she had them, and as she was thinking about impaling Miri's arse when she bent over in that lewd fashion, she stood behind her.

Patricia's hands stroked the spot where her rear and her waist joined together with both of her hands, the raised cock was enough to keep her clothes up now. The member itself pressed against where her crack should have been, the underside disappearing into the fabric when the redhead pressed against her with a satisfying muffled groan. "Oh, I think we have all the equipment we need right here..." She say with a coy smile on her face, actually pulling Miri back against Patricia's crotch while giving her a little grind with her pelvis at the same time. She had a hard time believing that Miri would stay oblivious for much longer.
 
Miri was completely focused on her task though. This was an object containing a taint of Chaos… to some… extent. Never before had she a chance to examine a live specimen of any sort! Just the thought of it was enough to make her salivate. Not surprisingly, the thought of sex never even entered her mind. She didn’t even notice that Patricia was sneaking up behind her. In the back of her mind, she wondered if Patricia would allow a dissection. If she wouldn’t then she could easily drug her for long enough to just get a peek inside. Or maybe a urethral camera… to see if the inners were the same as a Human’s. She would need a doctor for that, but that wouldn’t be a problem.

Blinking, she felt the hands rub at her lower back, and she began to stand up before the cock pressed into the crevasse between her cheeks. At that, her cheeks turned almost as red as her robes. It was more than enough to snap her back to reality when the small moan followed. Patricia certainly had a lovely voice, and an even lovelier moan. Feeling the throbbing member hot-dog between her cheeks, she gasped as the hands pulled her back, the thick member grind between her buttocks. Reaching out, she placed her hands on the wall to keep herself from falling into the chest. “P-Patricia! W-What are you doing?” Miri gasped, looking over her shoulder. What she saw though, was the dark cock cresting out over her rather… generous posterior.
 
Having her leaning on the wall gave Patricia flashbacks to some of the more graphic holovids that she managed to acquire by not so legal means in her Academy days when she was training as a copyist. It was a rather uninspiring vid with an even more uninspiring title and theme. Something about Kanak Skull Takers does Valhalla XXII or something to that effect. She was just reminded of one scene very similar to this. The man holding the woman's rear while she leans against a surface. Then she was reminded of the moist slapping noises and the badly acted moans that came with those memories. Patricia bit her lowerlip and giggled as she looked at Miri's shocked expression. It was like this was a complete surprise to her! Oh, she told herself. She would have to work hard to get her hot and ready.

"What do you think I'm doing, love?" She ground up against her again, pressing the underside of that swollen piece of hard meat between the oh, so soft and lovely ass cheeks. And Patricia's grip was rather solid too, making it pretty difficult for Miri to move away without tripping or falling, considering the bad footing as a result of this unannounced show of attention.
Pushing extra hard with one stroke, Patricia rolled her pelvis and her cock poked up farther than before, as she stood on her toes at the end. Her eye lids where closed, and she groaned loudly through closed lips. Damn, this was just too good. She couldn't even begin to imagine how everything else she was going to do to Miri would feel like if something as harmless as grinding against her rear felt this good.
 
Porn… well… had never been a big part of Miri’s life. Where she grew up, having something like that would probably result in a flogging or worse, maybe even chemical sterilization or castration. The giggle from Patricia’s lips sent a chill up her spine as her nails scratched against the metal wall, trying to find some purchase, with very… little… success. It wasn’t that she DIDN’T want this. Hell, she enjoyed having sex even if it was a bit of a rarity in her line of work, and Patricia was a lovely thing, especially in a world full of hardened folks. It was always nice to find someone… soft. Well, soft and curvy in Patricia’s case.

“W-Well.” She began to reply when the thick cock slid between her cheeks again, making her yelp. Feeling the large cumvein on the bottom of the member roll over her hidden rose-bud made her shiver. The grip on her hips felt like it was made of iron, which didn’t surprise her all that much. Patricia wanted release… and would probably try to get it one way or the other. “What I think you are doing… is you aaa-“ The rather voluptuous woman began but never finished. A small groan left her lips, the cock having pushed her robes up just enough to make them ride up in the crotch in the most recent grind. Though her whole face took on a dark red color as the heavy balls pressed up against her rear-end, knowing they would probably be depositing their contents into her rather soon.

“J-Just do it.” The woman stammered before Patricia did anything else. Of course, she knew it would happen one way or the other… so it might as well be consensual, right? “P-Please?”
 
A small tongue traced Patricia's lips, moistening them at the sight of Miri, that little tease, bending over and groaning as she was feeling her mighty tool on her rear. She was starting to wonder if she would have to pull her down and rape the poor thing, but that 'worry' was alleviated when she gave that short reply. And when it was followed by a quivering plead? Oh, by the God-Emperor of Mankind and his Golden Throne, Patricia felt her sack pull up and almost sink into her body. She bit her lip hard and let out a stifled groan, kneading her soft body as she felt herself almost going mad with it all!

But she wasn't done playing with her just yet. Oh, she did lower one of her hands and start pulling Miri's dress up, aiming to deposit it on her back, but she was still taunting her. "Mmm, is that a hint of begging I'm hearing in your voice? My, so quick you succumbed. To think that it takes so little to make this oblivious bookworm into a cock-hungry whore... Mmm, that makes me even harder." Her voice rumbled with power and a whole new kind of sensuality that nobody had ever heard coming from this glassed and curvaceous woman. She stared at Miri with half-closed eyes, filled with a sultry and hungry gaze, imagining her naked and taking her entire length in all the holes she had to offer. That thought made her shiver and she knew that she was going to enjoy the first use of her sorcerous appendage.
 
The hands kneading her, the cock pulsing between her cheeks. She honestly never imagined herself in a situation like this, bent over, a chaos-tainted cock pressed between her cheeks. Miri hung her head a bit, honestly embarrassed to be quite so… exposed like this. She almost didn’t want to look back at the woman behind her because she knew Patricia was dead-set on spit-roasting her on that massive length hanging between her legs. Quietly, she wondered if there was a risk of impregnation from the cock, but she didn’t want to voice her concerns, knowing it was very likely that Patricia had absolutely no idea. Though in all her time, she had only taken one cock, and it was rather… puny compared to the purple headed monster nestled between her cheeks.

Feeling the hands grip the edge of her robes, a shiver shot up her spine, the cool air hitting the back of her legs. The words stung quite a bit. She wasn’t a whore… hell… she would rather study the damn thing then take it up her ass. “W-What?! No I’m not! Do not call me such a thing.” She almost hissed, obviously ticked at being called such a filthy thing. Trying to stand up straight, she fell down; headfirst into the clothing of the truck, her hips still being held by Patricia’s hands. But... she was stuck in the awkward position as long as the other Adept kept holding on.
 
Patricia felt all giddy watching Miri's reaction. She hissed back, but still blushed. She tried to move away but feel face first on a pile of clothes. Patricia managed to hold the poor woman up, somewhat, as she fell though but it only served to put her in an even more exposed position. Now she could look down and see her underwear. And in her mind's eye, she could see that no doubt deliciously amazing pussy behind that thin layer of fabric. She ground hard against Miri's groin, grunting loudly through her nostrils one, twice and three times in a steady and forceful pace. She could literally feel the heat of her cock passing on to Miri's sex through the clothes, and the growing dampness vice-versa.

Then she tilted her head down and looked down the now exposed back of her new favourite lover. The little devil grinned and giggled, and gave a genuine offer, straight from the heart. "If that's too awkward for you, I could let you go for awhile.... But only if you ask nicely." At that she gave another painfully slow grind, her cock pressing against her own stomach when the base was forced against Miri's damp spot.

"Mmmmh, I bet you want to be comfortable for this..."
 
Miri couldn’t see what was going on as she tried to right herself. At the moment, she was wearing a pair of red panties, the same color as the robes. She also knew that the other woman had a full view of her underwear. Her face, which was currently buried in a set of dress robes was a dark shade of red. Any thoughts of sweet, happy sex were gone, replaced by anger. She didn’t appreciate the woman’s words, and the fact she was still holding her in the awkward position only made her madder. Then… the back of the cock pressed against her damp nethers through the panties, a muffled yelp coming from the trunk. Each grind against her pussy caused her back to arch and her body to squirm in the woman’s grip.

Hearing the giggle, she tried to growl, though it was muffled by the clothing. Listening to the offer, she almost was aghast at it. She wanted her to ask NICELY for her to let her go? Just so she could reposition herself, only to be fucked shortly after? That… no, despite the compromising position she was in… she wasn’t going to ‘beg’ for something like that. From the chest came a muffled response that sounded something like “Go fuck yourself” though it was rather… difficult to make out. Normally, Miri would have been a bit nicer, but given the fact Patricia was being rather blunt, and domineering, she was biting back… at least for now. As the thick member ground against the hidden folds once more, a small moan emerged from the chest, the woman's back giving another arch.
 
Normally Patricia would have felt guilty for making the potential friend mad at her... but now? Oh no, now it was just a delight to see her struggling with her pride and her pleasure. She heard what she said, but those moans and that rocking body spoke more loudly than any word she uttered. "Alright." She said without any real emotions attached. Using the hands she had on the woman, she helped Miri to find a new footing. Well, she was giving her a chance to anyway. Patricia had a plane of just taking her in that position, in that awkward pose... Though, if she would be too combative, Patricia assumed that she would just overpower her and ravage her in whatever position they ended up in and fuck that little firebird from whatever angle, an in whatever orifice that was the closest.

So, she moved her ass around and used her own feet to try and nudge her own so that she could stand straight. "You don't have to be this stubborn, y'know. I could let you go if you just tell me what I want to hear... What I need to hear." Her last line was much more loaded with that deep panting voice than usual. Truth be told, Patricia was feeling her own needs starting to demand things out of her. She started to become less satisfied with this fooling around, and more direct satisfaction seemed to be more on her mind than before.
 
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