Seraphim Sister Angelique looked out from the armourglass viewport of the watch tower, her lips twisted into a snarl of disgust as her feline eyes took in the frozen-over wastes of Anterion IV, an ostensibly Imperial world that the Adminstratum had only just rediscovered after a Tech-Priest stumbled upon a sealed vault hidden behind tons of rotting vellum and malfunctioning cogitators. Damnable death world, she thought, at least I found a perch away from that damnable mutant…
She had been deployed to this world alongside two scores of her battle-sisters, a regiment of Persigno Curatoriat guardsmen, a handful of Tech-Priests and dozens of their Skitarii, and a three-marine pack of Space Wolves. Her battle-sisters and the Wolves had been tasked with maintaining security on the upper levels of the immense, kilometers-deep bunker complex built into a towering mountain range on the northernmost continent of this frigid world. Even the Space Wolves seem hesitant to go outside, she thought.
Under the return of Guilliman, Felinids and other abhumans, from the long oppressed Stouts and Felinids to the well-integrated Ogryns and Ratlings, saw a drastic increase in rights and autonomy. The Avenging Son seemed to have learned from his Father’s autocracy and implemented sweeping reforms, accepted by most with substantial grumbling.
As such, the Sororitas began accepting the more humanoid breeds of Felinids into their ranks, though these atypical women were often shunned by their battle-sisters. Angelique tried to suppress the feelings of abandonment lurking in her heart, but it was hard to ignore at times like these that even in spite of her excellence in combat and devotion to the Emperor she was still treated like an unwanted burden.
I suppose the Sister-Superior wishes to keep the animals locked up together, Angelique thought, dropping down from the elevated platform between the large gaps in the collapsed staircase to the landing below, effortlessly landing on her feet and dissipating the force of the deceleration with her digitigrade legs and powered armor impact dampeners.
She descended the rest of the worn staircase down through the centuries old rockcrete spire to her “living quarters”, improvised from an old warehouse which they had cleared of rubble and decaying crates to make room for partitions, beds, cook-stations, and prefabricated washrooms outfitted for a garrison of dozens, though currently she shared this immense vault with but a score of servitors and a single Space Marine.
Though three Astartes, twenty-five Sororitas, fifteen Tech-Priests, well over one hundred Skitarii, and more than two thousand Guardsmen might have seemed like an overwhelming force, this eery storage facility was the size of a small hive city, and their troops were understandably spread thin.
Angelique came out into the frigid warehouse, so cold that she was shivering even beneath her powered armor with steam clouding her breath and feline ears. Like most Felinids serving as Sororitas (rare though they were), her tail was pressed up against her spine by her power armor, and she was sore from the way that it was forcibly held there. She stalked grumpily through the maze of once-forgotten cargo storage units until she found her way to the center, where her Astartes battle-brother had assembled it.
She rounded the corner and saw Grey Hunter Knud lounging on a pile of furs beside his neatly arranged wargear. The colossal savage was drinking mjod and wearing little more than a loincloth, his superhuman skin steaming furiously in the freezing climate of the warehouse.
Why must these detestable mutants feel so comfortable while wearing so little… Angelique thought, trying to avoid letting her gaze linger on his massive frame. His two other brothers were stationed deeper within the facility, readily available to descend into the depths should the need arise for super-heavy infantry.
“Battle-brother,” she authoritatively spoke, her voice raised just enough to carry throughout the hundred-meter-wide clearing, “I would appreciate your company more readily if you would don something more… dignified.” She watched him roll onto his side to face her, and the hefty mass veiled behind his fur loincloth shifted, its outline becoming more visibly prominent to her. She swallowed and her ears flicked involuntarily as a growing heat in her nethers brought with it a ready wetness. She averted her gaze, her pupils widening from dark slits to inky black ovals.
“Shield-Maiden!” Roared the Astartes, his voice snarling and snapping with his prominent Fenrisian accent, even as he lazily stretched, causing further movement between his legs, his spear seemingly in danger of falling free from its loose bindings, “I have made a discovery on my march about the spire this morning! Hot springs, Sister! Finally, we may bathe. I have found that our musks have clouded my nose, and yours as well, I’m sure.” Angelique found herself transfixed on his torso, wrapped in thick bands of muscle, densely packed blonde body hair, and a bit of a mjod-belly which looked particularly welcoming to lay upon.
Only eight more months, Angelique, keep your composure… she thought, attempting to bolster her will which had been weakened ever so slightly every day she had spent in isolation with the brute over the last four months. Her compulsions severely worsened when she went into her monthly heat cycles, and she often hid herself away from her Space Wolf companion during those week-long periods of sexual distress, an action performed as much out of courtesy for him as it was to preserve her own dignity.
“You are correct in your assessment,” Angelique replied, having come to terms with being plagued by a matted pelt and fishy scent over two months ago. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized that she may need to disrobe in the frigid mountain air. “How far away is this spring?” She asked.
“Only a dozen kilometers up the mountain! We can hike up the cliff face. The trip should take around ninety minutes.” Knud’s icy eyes were alight with a brutish excitement, something Angelique found she had a distant fondness for.
“Alternatively,” she proposed, “we could simply use our jump packs to rapidly and safely ascend without risking life and limb.”
Knud looked shocked, and he replied, “What, and risk an avalanche? Are you a fool, Sister?” Angelique’s eyes narrowed at the rhetorical question.
“No,” she replied, “I’m simply not used to such extreme altitudes and climates, brother.” She thought back to the rolling fields of Angoumois, the beautiful agri-world her convent was based on, her mind drifting through the fields of sunflowers and wheat her planet’s citizens had grown.
Knud smiled and laughed, boisterously declaring, “You are so civilized, Angela!” He struggled to pronounce her name, and had elected months ago to simply refer to her bythe Fenrisian equivalent. Though this annoyed her at first, she found it cute, in a way. At least he’s trying, she thought.
“Very well. We will climb the mountain,” she said, “but if I freeze to death on the march up, I will haunt you.” There was a touch of humor to her voice, and she had a sly smile on.
Knud smiled. “Oh, Angela, of all the people to haunt me, never would I want it to be someone so terrifying as you,” he said, his wide toothy grin betraying his sarcasm.
….
Knud’s vox beads always rang just before they relayed audio, ever so slightly. This was nearly imperceptible even to his Space Wolf ears, which were themselves enhanced beyond that of the average Astartes, let alone a standard human’s. He found his heartsbeat accelerated each time he heard this ringing, because it almost always meant he was receiving a message from Angelique.
Unfortunately, the vox burst that followed this time was a cogitator rendered message relayed to him via satellite, informing him that the servitors they had left behind had finished their daily cleaning rituals.
He sighed heavily. The march up to the hot springs had been silent so far. Angelique, though mere meters away, felt distant. Not that it matters, the Astartes thought, not much that could ambush us out here.
He glanced over at the Felinid, her form blurry in his infravision overlay. The helm of her battle plate was hiding her face. She was about three meters ahead of him, walking with that swaying slink that he’d learned all catfolk do. Every time he marched behind her on patrol, he found that the codpiece of his armor was tighter than normal.
His vox beads rang again. “Battle-brother, my location-tracking readout seems to be interrupted by this blizzard. Is your battle plate receiving any data from our orbital arrays?” Her voice was quiet and soft, a rolling breathy whisper that made even simple conversations difficult to maintain.
Knud cleared his throat, finding his mouth felt dry all of a sudden, and said, “Yes, Sister. I am. I will open a datachannel and relay it to your suit now.” He ended his vox burst, performed the simple mental exercises required to activate his power armor’s transmission functions, and frowned slightly.
They had made less progress than they’d intended. They were caught in a particularly furious snowstorm, one that was powerful enough to scatter the tight beam transmissions from their satellite arrays for all but the most advanced receivers, and the rolling, windswept snowbanks made it difficult to march with any speed. Still, they were nearing the caves where he’d found the hot springs. An alert dinged on their HUDs informing them that their destination was five minutes away.
They summited the last hill and found themselves a dozen meters from a cave entrance, glowing a bright white in the heat sensitive filter of their suit’s overlays. “This is the place,” he said.
Angelique nodded and entered. Knud was close behind. In his powered armor, he was a little over seven and a half feet tall, but the cave mouth was immense, big enough to hold a land raider, let alone an Astartes.
The howling of the winds reduced as the saturation of their infrared displays increased, until it became necessary to deactivate them. The cave was dim, with only the indirect light from the blizzard filtering in. At the rear of the downward sloping cave was a cluster of five natural hot springs, steaming furiously.
“Help me remove my armor, then I will assist you with yours,” Knud said, removing his helmet. Angelique nodded and approached, her own helm clutched in hand. Knud kneeled to provide her better access to his battle plate, as she was over two feet shorter than him.
Angelique brushed her untrimmed bangs out of her eyes and set her helm down, then got to work. She deactivated the seals on each of his ceramite armor pieces in order, starting with his gorget and working down to his sabatons. She placed it all on the floor beside her.
Then it was time to remove Knud’s power pack.
This was a long and involved process. Angelique worked for fifteen minutes, removing safeties, loosening clasps, and pulling retaining pins, until the whole component fell free into her arms, humming softly. It was heavy, and her armor’s servos whined under the weight as she placed it on the ground.
She then moved to help Knud remove the artificial muscle fibres that were plugged into his black carapace all across his body, and which now were the only thing he had covering him.
Angelique lifted a covering over a control clasp fastened across Knud’s sternum. She pulled on the release buckle, and the upper portion of the torso fibres came free, coming loose with a clunk. She lifted the assembly off its retention hooks and added it to the pile.
Her hands moved up to his shoulders next, disengaging their clasps and pulling them free as well, exposing his massive trapezius muscles. Her eyes traced along the lines of his chest and shoulder musculature, and lewd thoughts filled her mind.
Angelique took a deep, slow breath as she continued working, and began a silent prayer, Oh God-Emperor, I reach out to you for your guidance. Please show me which way to turn. Calm my anxious thoughts, come speak into my mind. Strengthen me as I falter and feel weary, in thirst and hunger, and exhaustion of the body and mind. May I feel strength rising up within my heart. Bring clarity into my visions and dreams. I trust that you are with me, no matter where I go, or what I decide to do. You journey with me always. Amen.
Having removed the last of the power armor’s sub-systems, Knud was now fully naked. His cock fell free from its binds and gently swung back and forth for a moment. Angelique tried not to stare at his hefty meat, instead picking up a maintenance and cleaning kit for his black carapace ports.
The process of wiping Knud’s exposed skin down with cleansing wipes and then applying warm, sweet smelling oils to his ports did nothing to help clear her mind. She found particular difficulty in running maintenance on his thigh and hip ports, his strong musk filling her lungs with pheromones that drove her thoughts into lewd corners of her mind as she stared longingly at his Emperor-blessed cock.
After she finished her work, he began assisting her. He first removed her power pack. As he did so, kneeling behind her, she removed her gauntlets, pauldrons, plastron, codpiece, cuisses, and gorget, letting them fall to the floor. When he removed her power pack and the back portion of her segmented, armored corset, she bent forward at the waist and disengaged the locks on her poleyns, greaves, and sabatons, stepping backwards out of them, and bumping into Knud.
Angelique looked up reflexively, making eye contact with him accidentally. She felt her heart rate accelerate, and the pair swiftly looked away from each other as she covered her exposed, diminutive breasts with crossed forearms.
Knud began working on her port maintenance, cleaning and oiling the interface augments that allowed her armor to sense electrical impulses in her musculature and respond instantly to move in tandem with her organic body. Although these ports are crude and primitive when compared to the extensive functionality of the black carapace, they enabled Sisters of Battle to use their armor without sacrificing as much speed as a non-integrated wearer might. The gentleness and precision of his hands surprised Angelique.
Having finally removed her constrictive armor and performed her rites of maintenance, the Felinid began stretching her body, flexing her digitigrade legs and reaching forward across the ground until her chest was pressed to the warm, damp stone floor, her tail stretched out and rigid.
She extended her legs, raising her ample, pear-shaped bottom into the air and gently swaying her tail. Knud felt his hearts skip a beat, and he looked away as she stood back up and removed her armor’s undersuit, blushing beneath his beard.
The pair descended into the largest hot spring. They sat across from each other and silently washed their bodies for some time. When Angelique had finished washing her short, platinum blonde hair and the fine fur of her face and neck, she stood and walked into the deeper waters at the center of the basin so she could wash below the waist.
Knud’s eyes swept across her body against his better judgment, drinking in her tiny, petite form. She was not young by any stretch, being around the end of her first century, but rejuvenat treatments and the incredible fitness regimens of the Sororitas kept her body in its youthful prime.
Her jet-black coat was glossy and smooth, and the tightly packed musculature lying beneath it flexed and rippled in a way that made Knud’s mind stutter like an old engine trying to turn over on a cold morning. Though her chest was almost completely flat, her hips, thighs, and posterior were thickly muscled from years of warfighting, and he couldn’t help but stare.
Angelique broke his silent reverence by saying, “What are you doing, battle-brother? Close your mouth and lay your hungry eyes elsewhere.” Her sudden rebuke, and the realization that she was glaring at him, shook Knud from his stupor.
“I- ah… sorry…” Knud muttered, looking away from her and going back to scrubbing himself. He stood to wash his lower body, and worked diligently at this task for a few minutes, looking at the cave walls and ceiling. Eventually, though, his gaze did wander and fall upon her. He found that she was looking at him now, although her eyes certainly were not meeting his.
Knud grinned and said, “I see you are above your own rules, Sister.” Angelique looked surprised, standing ramrod straight and redirecting her attention. Her tail stiffened and she crossed her arms tightly. Knud laughed uproariously.
Angelique stared at her paws and said, “I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve never seen, uhm… a man unclothed in person before, and I was curious. I shouldn’t have rebuked you.” Her eyes were cast down at the surface of the water.
Knud shook his head and replied, “Don’t be so embarrassed, it’s just a cock. Every man has one! Feel free to look me over as much as you like.” He posed dramatically for a moment, striking a position he’d often seen statues of Blood Angels in, his chest rotated towards her, his hips rotated forty degrees away, his head pointed downwards in the direction his feet were facing, with his left arm curled up towards his face and his right arm curled down towards his waist, flexing his entire body. Angelique smiled and giggled, a soft, purring sound that added a bit of stiffness to Knud’s staff.
He began to sit back down when Angelique asked him, “Are all men as endowed as you? Or, I mean, I suppose, uh, are Astartes… um, I mean, are you enhanced? You know, uhh… In your-”
Knud grinned and cut her off, saying, “Do you mean, are all men hung like me?” She nodded, faintly embarrassed by her own curiosity.
Knud shook his head and replied, “No, most men, mortals that is, are not hung like this. Nor do their cocks look like mine. The Wolf King's gene seed changes our bodies in strange ways, giving us canid cocks, large fangs, and densely packed body hair. As for Astartes in general, all gene seeds change the form of mortal men, it is how Space Marines are made! All my brothers and cousins are glimpses at the future the All-Father intended for mankind, mighty cocks included!” He grinned, his fangs shining in the half-light of the cave.
Angelique was silent for a moment before asking, “May I touch you, Brother?”
Knud’s eyes widened. “What?” he asked.
Angelique stood and walked towards him, her hips swaying and tail swiping side to side. Her ears flicked as she bent over at the waist to be on eye level with the seated astartes, her hands on her thighs and her head cocked slightly to the side, her wet, short-cropped hair hanging down in front of her eyes. “Can I touch you? I’m more than curious…” she said, biting her lip.
Something clicked for Knud, and he grinned, replying, “I’ll let you do more than touch me, Shield-Maiden.” He slid back up the slope of the natural basin, bringing himself near to the edge of the water, leaning back onto his elbows with legs spread apart so that his erect Wolfspear was easily accessible.
Angelique leaned forward further until she was on all fours, her tail swaying. “For someone who’s never seen a man naked before, you seem well-trained in seducing them,” Knud said, his eyes alight with glee.
Angelique crawled up to him, sliding in between his legs. She examined his cock for a few moments before taking the base of his shaft in hand as she ran her rough tongue along his length and brushed her hair out of her eyes with her free hand.
“I said I’d never seen a man in the nude before, Brother,” she said, “I was abandoned on the doorstep of my convent as a baby and then raised by the Ecclisiarchy. The only men in a Sororitas convent are eunuchs and servitors, and I can’t exactly sleep with them, so I just fucked my Sisters instead. You’d be surprised how quickly bigotry is quelled with the right diplomatic actions. Regardless, despite the extensive differences between men and women, I assure you that the skills needed to seduce one are transitive to seducing the other.”
Knud chuckled heartily and she took his tip in her mouth. Knud’s laughter turned to growls and he rolled his head back as she struggled to get his girthy cock down her throat, gagging and drooling as she did so. Knud moved his huge hand down to pet her ears, running his thumb across the top of her head.
She pressed her ears flat against her skull and pulled away from him, a trail of spittle and precum connecting her lips and the tip of her tongue to his longsword. She firmly pushed his hand off her head and said, “This experience is going to be for my benefit, not yours. I will very politely ask you to keep your hands to yourself once. If you don’t respect that request, I’ll enforce it as a decree.” Her feral yellow eyes flashed with fiery malice and passionate lust as a cruel smile curled across her face.
The Fenrisian groaned in protest, but dutifully put his hand down, leaning back on both his elbows once again. The Sororitas’ wrathful smirk softened into a thirsty smile, her ears perked up, and her malicious glare turned into a lewd gaze. “Good boy,” she said, the words rolling out of her throat in an irresistible purr, “do you want your treat now?”
Knud growled, his lips curled into a snarl. Angelique’s ears pressed flat again and she crawled up his torso, flexing her palms and extending her claws from her fingertips into the hard skin binding his vast musculature and thin layer of warm fatty tissues to his nearly indestructible skeleton.
She brought herself up to eye-level with the beastial warrior and said, “Growl all you want, mon ami,” her voice flooded with contempt and desire, “but if those growls turn to bites, my affection will sour.”
Knud’s eyes narrowed, but he gave in and nodded.
Angelique leaned forward until she was centimeters from his face. “Then I will ask again,” she said, “are you ready to follow my commands?” Knud nodded again.
Angelique cupped the left side of his jaw as she brushed her cheek against his face and whispered, “Good boy,” in his ear.
Knud shivered, despite the geothermal warmth of the cave.
Angelique slid back down his torso, tracing a claw down from his collarbone to his abs, leaving a bloody red tear in her wake. Knud growled in pain, but did nothing to stop her. She gripped the base of his shaft once more, her other hand overflowing with his colossal progenoid glands.
She pressed his cock flat against his belly and licked the base of his shaft where it connected to his balls, overwhelmed with his scent and unable to focus on anything other than the growing heat between her thighs. The stimulation caused a bulb at the base of the marine’s Land Raider to swell slightly and Knud groaned in pleasure.
Angelique inhaled his scent deeply, her face buried in the crook between the base of his cock and his titanic gene-stores. Truly, the Emperor is an artist and king worthy of worship if his inventions are this perfect... She was vacantly staring up at his face as she gave his shaft a tongue bath and slowly stroked his conical head, using his voluminous emissions of precum as lube.
Her eyes wandered across his hairy belly and chest, hungrily taking in his form as it rose and fell, his breathing deep and fast, approaching panting in its intensity. He’s built more like a bear than a wolf, she thought, watching his immense musculature tense and twitch as she brought him closer to climax.
“Ohhh… kitten… use your mouth on the tip more,” he growled, looking down at her, one hand tensed into a fist and the other splayed out in pleasure. A cruel grin spread across Angelique’s lips as she recognized an opportunity arising.
“Say please, kitten, make me cum and I might give you what you want,” she replied, her grip tightening around his head as her hand slid downwards, eliciting a deep, throaty growl of anger and arousal from her companion.
The prideful warrior hesitated for a moment, seemingly unwilling to participate in her game, but he folded when she rubbed her cheek against his member, the rumble of her purring causing his toes to curl. “Please kitten, by the All-Father, let me finish, you intolerable housepet!” he growled, every muscle in his body taut with fury and thirst.
Close enough… thought Angelique. She dragged her rough tongue up his cock, closing her lips over his tip and bringing both hands together, stacked one over the other on his shaft. Twisting and stroking as she tried to force his prodigious manhood into her tiny, tight throat, she felt her dampness multiply as he groaned and moaned and swore in Fenrisian.
“Damnable diminutive feline whore, I ought to pin you to the cave wall…” Knud growled through gritted teeth, his lips pulled back into a feral sneer.
Angelique pulled him from her throat and kept stroking him with both hands as she said, “Pin me to the wall and do… what, exactly? I’m sorry Brother, I’m just not familiar with this form of punishment. I believe that I deserve it, being the flawed and inferior mortal girl that I am, but you’ll have to explain it to me, in extreme detail, very, very slowly. After all, I’m just a dumb little cat. My mind is nowhere near as expansive and developed as yours, sir.” Her voice was layered with sarcasm and sadistic sexual glee, and her lips were curled into that devilish smile.
Knud’s sneering intensified and he growled out a response through gritted teeth as she continued to pump away at his shaft with both hands and lick his head with her coarse tongue, maintaining eye contact all the while, “I ought to take you up by the throat, slam you against the wall, and use you like a cocksleeve.” The malice and rage dripping from his voice caused her to salivate.
“Oh, oh my,” she replied, again affecting a ditzy sarcastic tone as her hands stroked ever faster and tighter, “I don’t know what you mean by a cocksleeve. I’ve heard that phrase before from guardsmen, but they’re so uncultured and mean to me. A mighty and noble Space Marine wouldn’t treat an innocent daughter of the Emperor like me that way, would you? We're practically family, after all.” She felt the bulb at the base of the Space Wolf’s cock swell slightly. Well, look who’s close already… she thought.
The Fenrisian roared out a response, “A ‘cocksleeve’ is a sexual toy meant to be fucked full of cum and discarded, you arrogant wench! I’ll make what those guardsmen said to you sound like Codex compliant dirty-talk, cat.” His ice-blue eyes flashed with hate even as his racing hearts-beat caused his simply astounding autocannon to pulse lewdly.
Oh, you should keep that promise if you know what’s best for your continued well-being, mongrel, thought the Sister. Unable to take the suspense she had built any longer, she took his cock in her mouth, pressed her hands down to the base of the shaft, and began filling her hungry throat with his girth, descending so deep as to kiss her top hand. Her yellow, predatory eyes met his pale, savage eyes, and he came.
The barbarian threw his head back and roared as his right leg shook at the knee, his fingers digging into the soft limestone floor, blood oozing out from abrasions in his fingertips. An orgasm with a total emission large enough to fill a Sister’s helm began to shoot out from his tip directly into her throat, launched in strings of gene-seed that could themselves fill a spent bolter casing.
She pulled her head back as her bottom hand's grip on his cock was broken by his swollen knot, and she pressed his member down to his chest, causing him to coat his mjod-filled belly and beefy, hairy chest in a thick glaze of his own gene-seed.
She watched for a moment as his potent, drawn out orgasm caused him to roar and squirm while she furiously rubbed her clit, but the heat in her belly became unbearable. This mutant owes me at least a little reciprocation, she thought, and she stood swiftly, launching herself forward, landing in a crouch directly above his face.
The marine reacted with an inhuman swiftness, grabbing her hips before she could register his movements. He forced her down onto his face with his right hand, his other hand pressed against the middle of her back to provide support. His tongue traced circles around her anus as he pressed his right thumb into her wet, accommodating pussy, his forefinger flicking back and forth along her clit as though he were pulling the trigger of a bolter with the intent to simulate automatic fire.
Angelique yowled in surprise, and dug the claws of her left hand into his right forearm, leaning back and digging the claws of her right hand into the side of his muscular abdomen. Her tail wrapped around his left arm, and she shouted through her moans, “You're such a filthy animal!” even as she gyrated atop him.
She did not last long under his onslaught, and in under ninety seconds she had squirted a pungent marking fluid across his face and hands as her toned abdomen rippled uncontrollably with an orgasm that took her breath away like a hammer-blow to the solar plexus. She moved both her hands to his head, grabbing handfuls of his hair and yowling like she was in heat.
After two minutes, it finally ended. She fell backwards onto his cum slick chest, her head landing beside his engorged member, gene-seed still flowing gently from its tip. She reached up to gently stroked his swollen knot, as though she were petting it.
She murmured, “Good boy…” as she panted heavily.
"Damn it, now I need another bath,” Knud mumbled, his voice hoarse and quiet.
