The Wayward Son

Nelfaera's Room

After an extremely uncomfortable and mostly silent trip, Seiras finally arrived at Nelfaera's room with her. Upon entering, she led him inside before closing her newly made door. It looked much more fortified than the last one much to his interest. Upon sealing it shut, Nelfaera looked at him cautiously.

Seiras could see suspicion seeping through her golden black eyes as she tilted her head slightly and walked closer. Finally she spoke again, "I'm going to tell you a secret and in exchange I want you to be honest with me. In addition to my mother's razorflail, I received a message from my aunt recently…she has become archon of the Kabal of the Dreaded Nightmare. Apparently, my grandfather Nelfaris, the former archon, was assassinated by conspiring families. She wiped them out and is now the sole remaining Aeduna. It's funny though…she's also the Succubus Queen of the Cult of the Emerald Star. That means she's both an archon and an Ynnitach Succubus Queen. This doesn't happen very often…it's the kind of position Renfaeda wished she could be in. My aunt offered to make me one of her succubi and offered the position of Kabal hierarch as well. There was a condition though…I would have to kill one of my family members here to prove my loyalty to the Aeduna family. I told her I would think about it."

Seiras looked shocked that Nelfaera would reveal this kind of secret to him…assuming it was even true. Her expression seemed to indicate some sincerity, but only a naïve person would trust that alone.

The librarian gave her a skeptical look, "Why would you tell me something like that?"

"I want to kill Renfaeda…I've been plotting on how to do it for quite some time now. With that being said, you can drop the little act now Seiras. I know you're plotting to escape this place. Your refusal to kill those slaves was proof enough that you're up to something down there. You could help me…and I could help you. This is a win win situation for us both isn't it?" Nelfaera stated bluntly.

He widened his eyes disbelievingly, "You want to kill your cousin? Why?"

"Renfaeda is just as insufferable as the rest of my peers here are. You've likely seen the way she speaks to me…it's quite condescending isn't it?" Nelfaera shook her head.

"I just thought that's how all you Eldar spoke," he shrugged.

Nelfaera chuckled at his comment, "Well you're not wrong, but I feel personally slighted. Renfaeda hates me…in fact most of the wych cult hates me. The only people that actually like me around here are Faelan and Maeralya. I'm the one who captured you and yet Renfaeda took you for herself. Nice and fair isn't it?"

"It makes no difference to me who owns me here…the experience is all the same," he said bluntly in response.

"Now it's your turn to tell me a secret…" Nelfaera followed up with a sly grin.

"What kind of secret? I'm not plotting an escape, and I don't know why you're convinced about that." he kept a straight face but inwardly he felt concerned now.

"Let's start with…oh I know! Is Melisara helping you? Is that why she's ignoring armed slaves in Slave Chamber 4? Is that why she sent her wracks away?" Nelfaera asked bluntly and out of nowhere.

Deciding to feign indifference to her question, he responded calmly, "She helps me all the time. Her improvements to my weapons was especially impressive."

"That's not what I mean. Is she helping you plan your escape?" Nelfaera repeated.

Faking a disbelievingly look, he shook his head, "I can't imagine why she would ever want to help me do something like that. I haven't made any active efforts to escape here, Nelfaera. As I've mentioned numerous times…there's nowhere to go. I don't even know where we are. She has been somewhat nice to be, but I don't trust it for a second. Melisara is a cruel and evil monster."

"As I suspected initially…you're quite skilled at lying. If I didn't know better I'd actually believe you. I had my suspicions, but the way you handled Karyphea was all the proof I needed," she smirked proudly.

"So you think I plan on escaping? What proof do you have other than me going missing on the battlefield for eight days and Melisara ignoring some slaves? You're just being paranoid." he countered calmly.

"Shiralyn is all the proof I needed…speaking of which," Nelfaera then walked over to a massive vaulted closet on the other side of the room and opened it. A gagged and bound Shiralyn was inside. Nelfaera proceeded to take her gag and bindings off before tossing her into Seiras.

Shiralyn ungracefully caught her balance by leaning on him and looked petrified. It was at that moment, Seiras finally understood what was going on.

'Nelfaera found out…from her?!' he thought seriously.

"I didn't tell her, Seiras…I swear. She overheard us," Shiralyn clarified immediately.

Glancing over at the syren now, Seiras could see Nelfaera standing there relaxed with her arms crossed. The teal-haired wych shook her head and sighed, "I wasn't really asleep…I woke up shortly after Shiralyn did in fact. I know one of the harlequins is helping you as well."

'She wasn't asleep?! But the harlequin noticed Shiralyn was awake…why wouldn't she mention Nelfaera being awake as well?! Was this Sylandri Veilwalker's plan to derail my escape plan!?' Seiras couldn't help but grimace.

He could only think of one thing to do in this situation as he tossed Shiralyn away and charged at Nelfaera as fast as he could. She froze him mid-charge with the shock collar causing him to almost fall over. He nearly managed to reach her, but her Eldar reflexes barely saved her in time.

"Now now, there's no need for all that. I had a feeling you would try to kill me if I confronted you about it. I haven't told anyone. Luckily for you, I'm also not going to tell anyone about it! You are going to help me..."

Seiras remained silent as he stared her down and strained against the shock collar as hard as he could. His muscles flared as he moved mere centimeters closer despite the collar. Nelfaera took one step back and was safely out of his range now as she smirked proudly.

"You see, my aunt…well she joined the Ynnari. So if I go become one of her Succubi, then that would technically make me an Ynnari ally. Considering Shiralyn here is an Ynnari sympathizer, wouldn't that make us all allies?" Nelfaera mused.

"We just fought and killed half a kabal that was aligned with them. Now you want to join these Ynnari? What would Faelan think about that?" Seiras asked disbelievingly.

"I really don't care what he thinks about it. I don't plan on killing him, but I don't care if he dies. I clearly don't have much room for advancement here. Even if I killed Renfaeda, I wouldn't get to be Succubus queen here. Plus the only reason Faelan protects me is because he's afraid of the Aeduna family. My grandfather threatened to war with his Kabal if I wasn't protected. Since the Aeduna Family will soon be falling out of grace with Vect, that would strip my protection. Get the picture now? I'm saving my own skin here. Faelan and Renfaeda don't give a damn about me, and I see which way the wind is blowing. I'm not going let Renfaeda kill me first or worse, be their whipping girl for the rest of my life!" Nelfaera hissed.

"Does Karyphea know about this?" Seiras asked, "I mean you got her a place at the Kabal didn't you?"

"Oh she knows…it was all part of my plan. Her Hellions are sabotaging the spire as we speak. But that aside for the moment, I have to say that I am simply amazed that you can understand our language. Truly it's impressive you have the mental capacity for it. Mind showing me?" Nelfaera asked somewhat politely.

He didn't respond and simply stared at her as he tried to contemplate a solution for this dreadful situation.

"Suit yourself. I'll just speak in my language then since I know you can understand me. Now answer me Seiras…what is Melisara doing to help you? And why?" the syren asked curiously.

He looked at her with deadly eyes, "She's not helping me, but if you're so certain about it, then maybe you should ask her."

"Oooh! That's so cute! I love your accent! It's like a mixture between Asuryani and Corsair but with the Monkeigh exaggeration of vowels! Hahaha! I knew you were smart, but you even speak with proper grammar. Truly this is making me all warm inside. I wasn't lying when I said that I genuinely like you. This only makes me like you more. Who taught you our language if you don't mind my asking?" Nelfaera giggled.

"An autarch did," Seiras answered in gothic.

"Really?! Hmm, that explains a lot, though I wonder how you could convince a warrior leader of a craftworld to teach you. And people I'm ambitious, ha," Nelfaera's eyes widened with amusement.

"He was in a spirit stone and I tortured him until he taught me things about your species. It's the main reason I'm in the Deathwatch," Seiras told the truth.

The syren grinned, "What happened to this spirit stone?"

"It was taken from me shortly before your raid on Corun…by craftworlders," he answered.

"Ah yes…those Iybraesil ones right? They've been tracking Faelan's Kabal for a while now. We tracked them in the system, but they went to hide as soon as we showed up to raid the planet. They probably still want to free their aspect warriors that we captured. Speaking of which…that corner in the slave chamber you were in earlier is where they tend to squat around. You're working with them too, aren't you?" Nelfaera continued to unravel his entire plan.

He couldn't believe his misfortune right now. Nelfaera knew about everything except for Ferrus and he was powerless to do anything about it. She even suspected Melisara was helping him. He let out a heavy sigh, "So…you said you would help me?"

"Now you get it. I have you by the balls here. The only reason I even told you my plan is because you're going to help me fulfill it. Give me what I want, and I'll let you go free. Sounds like a great deal doesn't it?" she trailed off mischievously.

"What do you want then?!" he growled.

Nelfaera smirked as she walked closer, "I want you to help me kill Aelendriel and Renfaeda. Also…something a bit more personal."

Still stuck in his paralyzed state, he could do nothing as Nelfaera sensually pressed her lips against his. She kissed hungrily for a few moments before breaking it and licking her lips.

"Oh…by the way, Karyphea is here just so you know," Nelfaera beamed proudly as she snapped her fingers. From a side room in her personal chambers Seiras could only watch with horror as Karyphea and several of her high-ranking hellions came into the main chamber.

"You're never one to break a promise, dear cousin…so how is he in bed?" Karyphea asked with a dark sultry tone.

"Test him out for yourself…just don't wear him out too badly. I still want to indulge," Nelfaera replied as she forced the still stunned Seiras onto her bed.

"Let's get this party started girls!" Karyphea shouted eagerly.

"I'll get the drugs!" Nelfaera cheered as she walked over to a table and started loading up syringes.

Seiras let out an angry growl, "Damn you, Eldar bitch!"

"My he's a feisty one isn't he?" Karyphea laughed as she went about stripping his clothes off while he was stunned.

Nelfaera quickly finished with her drug set up and walked back over with multiple syringes, "Yes, it's rather fun watching how he squirms beneath you. He puts on this tough act, but he loves it. I think it's time you realize Seiras that you're mine now."

The syren wasted no time injecting everyone there with nightbliss nectar. It was also laced with hallucinogens and time stoppers. Afterwards, she discarded them and grabbed a massive glass pipe. She grinned wickedly at Seiras, "You'll love this stuff Seiras…it's called Warp Crystal Haze. It's what you monkeigh would call a class 1 primaris amphetamine. It's super addictive but it's the best stimulant around."

"You have warp crystal haze? How did you get that stuff? It's so expensive!" one of the Hellion girl's eyes lit up excitedly.

"Well it is a special celebration isn't it?" Nelfaera laughed wickedly as she handed it to Karyphea first. One by one all of the hellions and Nelfaera herself took a massive hit of the alien pipe. They were all sweating profusely now and the Nightbliss nectar was in full effect along with multiple other drugs.

"You girls want to see something funny? Watch this!" Nelfaera exclaimed as she dragged Shiralyn to a good view of the bed and chained her arms and legs up. Shiralyn whimpered almost pathetically as Nelfaera gave her a large injection of Nightbliss nectar. She then forced the noble to inhale from the pipe even though she tried to resist.

"Woah how much did you give her, Nelfaera? That much Nightbliss Nectar is painful!" Karyphea laughed.

"I think it's important little Shiralyn here remembers that I own her too!" Nelfaera laughed wickedly.

"Ughhh! It burns!" Shiralyn cried out desperately as her nether regions began to start heating up.

All of the hellions had stripped most of their clothing by this point and Karyphea seemed especially interested in Seiras' erection now. She eagerly began to start playing with it as she brought her mouth down and tenderly licked and sucked all over.

"Wow how does this thing feel inside of you?" the flushed Heliarch asked Nelfaera as the syren positioned herself behind Seiras head. He could only lay their frozen powerlessly as Nelfaera rested his head in her hot leaking lap.

"No! Nelfaera, why?! I already swore that I wouldn't tell anyone! Please, don't do this to me again!" Shiralyn pleaded desperately as she twitched uncontrollably from her chained up position.

"Are you going to let her relieve herself?" one of the hellions asked as she looked between the lustful Karyphea's blowjob and the crying Shiralyn.

"Maybe, if she's a good girl. Last time I made her watch until she begged," the syren boasted proudly.

"Hahaha, it's so funny seeing a noble chained up like some pathetic slave. I want to hear her beg!" one of the hellions laughed excitedly.

Nelfaera grinned in response, "Oh she will...probably even more than last time. Seiras was also her first too!"

"This is so erotic. I love this!" another hellion leader added.

"Mmm, so yummy! Time to test it out for myself. I should take my time though," Karyphea practically bragged to Shiralyn as she lowered herself onto Seiras at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Oh, OOOOH! Ughh! That feels nice...so hard and warm." Karyphea let out pleasing moans as she seemed incredibly turned on from both the act and Shiralyn's desperate lustful suffering from further away.

Seiras felt almost sick as Nelfaera tenderly rubbed his head as her cousin began to start bouncing. "Oh yeah! It's even better than I thought! OOooh! Mmm!" Karyphea moaned in a somewhat exaggerated way.

"Please, Nelfaera! I'll do anything! I swear I won't betray you!" Shiralyn cried out again.

All of them ignored her as Karyphea continued to take her time and go slow. The cocktail of drugs they were all on had taken everyone out of their minds by this point, but Seiras could still vividly feel and see everything that was happening as Karyphea kept going and going and going. He had no concept of time with all these alien drugs in his system and could only endure it.

"UGHH OHHH! DAMN IT!" Shiralyn kept crying as her legs trembled and shook from her lack of stimulation. Nelfaera was practically grinding her crotch against Seiras' head now and it didn't take long for her to sit on top of him.

"Drink my sweet nectar, Seiras. How does it feel knowing I outsmarted you and you're in the palm of my hand now? Do you like that? Who is your master now?! I own you, Seiras! Ooooh! UGHHH!" Nelfaera was so overstimulated from the situation that she orgasmed almost immediately all over his face.

It didn't cause her to stop unfortunately as she began to shriek and scream along with Karyphea who was riding him at a frenzied speed. He couldn't bear the pressure anymore and groaned through his own climax as it continued for a ridiculously long time. The other three hellions were holding themselves off as they grinded themselves against his hands and one of his feet.

The aroma of their lust and alien fluids was nauseating as it continued on. Karyphea shuddered after finishing and lifted herself off. Nelfaera and Karyphea then traded places as the indulgence continued for what felt like days.

Many hours later

Seiras opened his eyes startled as he looked around in desperation. Once again he had lost consciousness from the overdose of drugs that Nelfaera forced him to take. To his surprise all of them were passed out around him. Shiralyn herself was directly on top of him while both Karyphea and Nelfaera were clutched onto either arm.

The other hellion girls were sprawled about in shameless unflattering ways as one had his knee practically imbedded in her crotch.

To his horror, he was still stunned from his collar which made the situation all the worse. He closed his eyes as he quietly reflected on how to deal with Nelfaera now. She had a tremendous amount of leverage on him. She even suspected Melisara's help which is not something he was anticipating from any of the wyches.

'Well one thing is for certain…Nelfaera definitely can't be trusted. What should I do now? Killing her would be the best option, but I don't know how I could do it and get away with it. Revealing her plot to Renfaeda or someone else would no doubt make her tell them all of my secrets. Damn…I can't trust her to actually help me. She could ruin everything! This situation just keeps getting worse,' he sighed mentally.

A knock on the door soon caught his attention, "Hey, Nelfaera, you in there?"

To his surprise, Nelfaera woke up from the knocking and snapped up out of bed. She sent a playful wink towards Seiras when she saw he was awake and walked towards the door completely naked.

Opening the door without any concern, the syren responded, "Oh hey, Mokaela, do you need something?"

"Yeah I need something! I went back to Melisara's lab to get Seiras for our party and she told me YOU had him! Let me in!" the succubus pushed her way past the naked Nelfaera as she strutted in.

Her eyes widened disbelievingly when she saw the bed, "Ughh…you better not have tired him out too much. Is that your cousin too!?"

Karyphea and most of the other hellions now got up as well when they heard talking. The heliarch immediately sent a smug look in Mokaela's direction, "I have to say…I wasn't disappointed. No wonder your queen is so obsessed with keeping this slave all to herself. You're not jealous are you?"

Mokaela didn't ask any other questions or show much hostility as she rolled her eyes, "You've had your turn…hand him over to me now."

"MMM, I don't know, I'm not really done yet. Maybe one more time?" Karyphea giggled as she gently stroked her breast.

"Don't be rude Karyphea…Mokaela has been rather patient. Go on and have your fun, Mokaela. I actually have some things to do," Nelfaera interjected.

She then unfroze Seiras' collar causing him to jerk up and leave the bed as quickly as possible. His quick shuffling finally forced Shiralyn awake. The noble looked shocked to see Mokaela there and quickly apologized, "Lady Succubus, please…this wasn't my idea. I-"

"Whatever let's go Seiras," Mokaela commanded.

The librarian quickly got dressed and tried to avoid looking at the hellions as one blew him a kiss.

Before he exited, he walked past Nelfaera towards the door. She nudged him and spoke softly, "We'll continue later. Be a good boy now."

"Not too good though," Karyphea added with a giggle.

Seiras ignored her as he followed Mokaela out of Nelfaera's room. The two walked in silence for about a minute until they were comfortably out of range from Nelfaera's room.

The succubus glanced at him and sighed, "Sorry you had to get gangbanged by all that hellion street trash. Rest assured, my party will be much more fun than that."

"Where are we going exactly?" he asked.

"The main training grounds. We've been torturing and raping slaves for fun. Don't worry though…I saved myself for you," Mokaela chuckled.

'I need to go talk to Melisara about this Nelfaera situation. So much for things getting easier,' he thought grimly.

Wych Cult Training Grounds and Living Quarters

Upon his arrival to the party, Seiras could already see the wyches brutally humiliating and torturing various slaves and prisoners within. He hadn't been in this area since he was last left in a cage, but he recognized it well. The training grounds for the wych cult was in the center and most of the lower ranking wyches had individual living quarters in rooms around the perimeter.

The sight of two wyches dragging a female kabalite into a room caught his attention as the alien cried out for mercy. He was honestly glad he wouldn't have to see it.

Mokaela joyously spun in a circle as she announced their arrival, "Alright girls, we're here! I finally got Seiras!"

"About damn time, what was taking Melisara so long?" Aelendriel asked curiously as she strutted up.

The succubus sighed dramatically, "Well Nelfaera and her little hellion posse ambushed him first and gangbanged him in her room. Whatever though, we're still going to have fun."

"Damn it! You can't ever take your eyes off Nelfaera for a moment around here. What a sly little scheming bitch!" Aelendriel hissed.

'If only you knew how accurate that really was,' Seiras thought to himself.

"Mokaela?! When is Lady Renfaeda coming back? I really want to torture these smug Cult of Strife sluts already! One insulted me earlier!" one of the wyches asked as a group came around to greet them.

Many of the lower ranking wyches were staring at Seiras now as they saw the countless holes in his clothes. One even mentioned it, "Woah…what happened to his clothes?!"

"You saw his armour right? It looks like a lot of rounds went through it," another one commented.

She nodded, "Yeah, but he doesn't have any injuries though. Make him take that shirt off, I want to look at him more closely."

"Excuse me? You didn't just order me did you?" Mokaela shifted into her psychotic demeanor briefly.

"N-n-no, my lady…may we please look?" the wych fearfully bowed her head.

Mokaela immediately went back to her peppy mood, "Of course you can! All you had to do is ask nicely."

Turning towards Seiras now, Mokaela spoke, "Hey Seiras, the debutantes here want you to take your shirt off."

"Why?" he asked completely stoic as he tried to be as dense as possible.

Aelendriel rolled her eyes as she used her wristblade to carve his shirt off now. The youngest succubus stared at his skin with fascination, "Bruises and red scar tissue…that's odd considering how much blood was staining his armour and clothes. He didn't heal that fast in the arena."

"True, but he wasn't wearing armour there. I don't know how that power armour works. Maybe it has some life support system?" one of the other wyches wondered.

Mokaela brought a hand to her chin, "I think it plugs in to those holes on his body. There's an inner layer to the armour that does work as a life support system I'm quite sure. Still, he's tough."

"He's been with Nelfaera for a while now, plus there's no telling if Melisara healed him up too. I wouldn't look that much into it," Aelendriel shrugged.

Kaerith looked surprised as she walked over, "Nelfaera gangbanged him?!"

"Yeah, didn't you hear me? Turns out you're not the only one who wanted a piece, Kaerith," Mokaela laughed at the bloodbride.

The silver-eyed wych looked away flustered, "I guess the Aeshuls really do have a monkeigh fetish. Will you stop trying to act like I'm the freak around here then?"

"Oh it doesn't bother me, Kaerith. I think Seiras is surprisingly attractive for a monkeigh," Mokaela noted.

Some of the lower ranking wyches looked surprised by her statement. One spoke up disbelievingly, "You do? That's just..."

"Just what...weird? There's a difference between finding a regular monkeigh attractive and a space marine attractive. Don't assume it makes you like the mid-commorragh vatborn trash if you think he's cute. If Renfaeda likes him, and I like him then is it really so bad?" Mokaela interrupted her.

The debuntante nodded, "I see...well in that case, I do like his hair and eyes."

"I wonder what it's like having sex with a space marine...I mean if Lady Renfaeda did it, then it must be enjoyable," another added.

Mokaela then glanced at the bloodbrides standing beside Kaerith, "As for you bloodbrides...you girls should really stop teasing Kaerith about it, or I'll make Seiras rape you. Who knows...you might just like it."

The unnamed bloodbrides immediately froze up fearfully before offering their apologies to Kaerith. One was quick to bend to peer pressure, "Forgive me Kaerith...I didn't mean anything nasty by it. You know we all respect you right?"

"Yeah, Mokaela's right. Nelfaera was just trying to bully you, but she's the one with the monkeigh fetish. You know how she is when she starts singling people out," another added.

Mokaela smiled at their apologies, "See girls, isn't it nice when we all get along. There's no reason to be petty with each other...not when we have plenty of slaves to humiliate."

'Mokaela is going to be a problem if she keeps resolving their personal disputes like this. Though I suppose this is her way of normalizing the situation so they can molest me without fear of ridicule,' Seiras thought annoyed.

"I still can't believe you all tamed this space marine. Isn't it unnerving having him around after he…" the nearby debutante spoke up but stopped herself before she could say something offensive to the wych cult leaders.

"Before he killed us, you mean?" Mokaela finished for her.

"N-no, I didn't mean it like-" the young wych quickly began to fall apart.

"Yeah you did…it's okay though," Mokaela smiled.

The young wych looked relieved as she bowed her head again. Upon doing so, Mokaela jabbed a knee into her face. The succubus looked down at the young wych cruelly, "I'll let you live this time little girl, but there's a price to pay for saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. You're lucky I'm so nice."

"T-thank you mistress," the unfortunate wych got back up as she grabbed her bloody nose.

Mokaela then grabbed her as she tried to depart, "Oh no need to go running off. Stay for the party…it's your first one isn't it? I don't recall your name."

"Aestara," the young wych reluctantly answered as she flinched in Mokaela's grip.

The succubus began to rub her head now and even licked the blood from her nose, "A beautiful name for such a beautiful little debutante. Oh you're just so innocent! Go get yourself cleaned up and bring us some drinks sweetie. All will be forgiven if you do."

"Yes mistress! Thank you for your kindness!" the wych fearfully obeyed as she sprinted away.

'I guess things could be worse for me. I could be her, or one of those unfortunate prisoners,' Seiras thought as he glanced over at the Cult of Strife wyches who were all separately caged across the chamber. To his surprise they still looked unharmed. The Cult of Eternal Night wyches were already busy spitting on them and doing other nasty things to evoke reactions, but none had been tortured physically yet by the looks of it. Some of the cult of strife prisoners were staring at Seiras from the opposite end of the chamber almost fascinated by his presence.

Mokaela noticed Seiras staring at them, "Look at them, Seiras. So pathetic…so vulnerable. It brings me such joy to see these arrogant bitches in cages. See how sad they look? They know we're going to make this slow and horrible."

"They'd be better off dead, but I can see why your kind would enjoy this," he remarked.

"Come on, let's go have a chat with them, shall we?!" she chirped excitedly.

As they walked over to the cages, the most of the Cult of Strife wyches looked up from their suffering. Several were still staring intensely at Seiras himself. Mokaela immediately waved the surrounding torturers away, "Go entertain yourselves for a bit girls. I want to talk to them!"

They all dispersed, but many remained within earshot as they nosily observed Mokaela, Seiras, and the others standing in front of the cages. Seiras made sure to stand behind Mokaela and Aelendriel as he didn't want to get too close to the prisoners.

"Alright, well you're a pretty lot. Especially you…got a name?" Mokaela pointed at the leader of the group.

From what Seiras could tell, she was a Cult of Strife syren. She had long and beautiful red hair that was half down and half in a hightail. It had a few bladed pieces hanging out of it as well. Her irises were the same teal color as his, surprisingly. She was radiating cold and calm hatred, but she wasn't trying to be tough or brave from what he could see. She just looked bitter and annoyed.

"Why even ask? If you're going to torture me then get on with it already," she said lifelessly.

"Well I'm Mokaela Shanurae, 2nd ranking succubus of the Cult of Eternal Night. This Aelendriel Raya our 3rd ranking Succubus. Our Ynnitach queen isn't here right now, but she'll be along eventually," Mokaela introduced them with a sneer.

She purposely didn't introduce Seiras from what he could tell. It seemed to work exactly as planned since the cult of strife syren stared at him now, "I'm guessing that's the space marine that butchered you amateurs in the arena. That went viral on the webnet you know…we saw the vids and we weren't even in Commorragh at the time."

"It did NOT go viral!" Aelendriel immediately protested.

Another of the cult of strife wyches immediately retorted Aelendriel's protest, "It certainly did. The half-naked space marine riding on a skyboard and using a razorflail had everyone talking. I enjoyed watching how he killed you especially. That was most stylish kill I've ever seen from a monkeigh. I don't know why your haemonculus bothered reanimating you losers."

"How's about we throw you in a pit with him? I'm sure he'd be happy to make your death worse! He hates the Cult of Strife!" Aelendriel shot back.

The syren looked at Mokaela confused, "He died as well didn't he? How did you resurrect a space marine?"

"Oh our resident Haemonculus is Melisara the Immortal...maybe you've heard of her?" Mokaela boasted.

"Wait...THE Melisara?! How can some 2nd rate Kabal like this afford her?!" the syren gawked.

Mokaela proudly shrugged, "Good question...maybe the kabal and our cult aren't as 2nd rate as you think."

"Clearly your cult is if some monkeigh beat all your top fighters other than your queen," another cult of strife wych retorted.

"He says he killed one your cult's succubi too from what I've heard. Someone you know perhaps? The way he killed me was supposedly something he did to her on Kaurava. Laugh at us if you want, but he's way stronger than you pathetic sluts, and he serves us." Mokaela smirked. She didn't overreact much to Seiras' curiosity.

"Wait...he said he killed a succubus on Kaurava? Then...he's the one who killed Syndra Therona! I thought he looked familiar! You're insane letting him walk around like that. Space marines are extremely dangerous…especially that one. If he knows how to use a razorflail and a skyboard, he probably knows a lot more about how our technology works. I've seen it firsthand. What's to stop him escaping?" the syren looked shocked by the news.

Mokaela immediately pressed her wrist-mounted trigger switch to Seiras' collar causing him to howl in agony and sink to a knee. She released it a moment later, "He knows he wouldn't get very far…"

The Cult of Strife syren shook her head, "He's a space marine capable of killing succubi…plus he's a psyker. If he gets that limiter collar off, none of you could stop him."

"That's not going to happen!" Aelendriel hissed.

"You there, monkeigh!" the red haired syren addressed Seiras in gothic now, "you fought on Kaurava didn't you?"

'Emperor no! Why does this keep happening?! She recognizes me now?! Could things get any worse?!' he thought grimly.

The librarian simply stared at her emotionlessly and did not respond. She ignored the other wyches as she spoke again, "You're the one that set up the ambush, right? The one who killed Syndra Therona?"

"You know me?" he finally responded.

She nodded, "I was there too…I wasn't a syren at the time, but just a bloodbride to Syndra. I remember your face now. Plus you had a spirit stone on your armour…you were working with Farseer Caerys from what we learned."

"You know Seiras? How fascinating." Mokaela chuckled.

"I don't remember you having a stone on your power armour though," Aelendriel noted.

"It's ironic that you were on Tahril's side this last battle. I'm surprised Tahril didn't warn them about you…but then again he's not one to help his rivals out." The captive syren chuckled.

"You're implying there's something we're overlooking here?" Mokaela asked.

The syren shrugged, "Isn't there always?"

Kaerith looked over at the syren and joined the conversation, "So there's more to Archon Tahril's story? What's so dangerous about Seiras, exactly? We know he's adept at using our technology and that he's cunning, but he can't do anything with that collar on."

"You might want to keep him away from Craftworlders is all I'm saying…he has a history of helping them," the syren smirked before looking at Seiras.

'I can't tell if she's covering me or if she genuinely doesn't know about the situation. Craftworlders were never involved, plus I never used their language during that ambush. I suppose Tahril could have figured it out and told a few people. On the chance this wych does know, at least she's not trying to expose me. I suppose she sees some benefit in getting revenge on them if I break out. Finally, a lucky break. The only downside is now they'll be wary of me around craftworlders. Fortunately, I already made plans with them,' Seiras thought relieved.

Aelendriel carefully looked between Seiras and the red haired wych, "So if I'm understanding this correctly, he killed Syndra Therona with the help of Ulthwe and farseer Caerys? Isn't Syndra Therona the third ranking succubus of the Cult of Strife? Does that mean Lelith Hesperax knows who Seiras is as well?"

"You can certainly ask her when she comes for your heads…and his," the syren said distantly as her teal eyes began to bore into Seiras'. From the way she was staring at him while talking, it almost seemed to imply she was aware that he was listening to her.

"I take that as a yes then, Aelendriel. Hmph…don't think all your grandstanding intimidates us. Lelith wouldn't dare show up in Commorragh again after pissing off Lord Vect and joining the Ynnari." Mokaela countered smugly.

'Wait, so their leader knows who I am? Emperor, this nightmare only gets worse and worse. I think I preferred fighting daemons in the warp over this,' Seiras thought seriously.

"I thought you came over here to torture them? If you're all going to just talk, can I just return to the slave chamber?" Seiras asked.

Mokaela laughed at his statement, "Oh, I didn't realize you were so eager to torture them Seiras. I have just the thing in mind. Since the great Lelith Hesperax apparently knows who Seiras is, I have the perfect answer here!"

'Hopefully, it involves these wyches dying before any of them say something,' Seiras thought.

"So you're finally going to torture us then? What'll it be? Mutilation? Flaying? Transforming us into abominations?" the syren boldly responded.

Snapping her fingers now, Mokaela glanced over at Kaerith and two other bloodbrides, "Bring out the last one for me girls."

'Last one? Does she mean another wych?' the librarian continued to analyze the situation with hopeless desperation.

"What are you talking about?!" the syren demanded angrily.

Her question was answered shortly thereafter as Kaerith and the other two bloodbrides with her dragged along a chained-up Cult of Strife Succubus who had been in an isolated room.

"Syndra Therona…your raid leader in this last battle. You're her syren yes?" Mokaela grinned evilly.

"What?! H-how did you capture her?!" one of the captive wyches exclaimed in horror.

'NO! She's alive again?! That's not good…I think she recognizes me,' Seiras realized when he locked eyes with the new arrival.

Syndra's eyes went wide with complete disbelief when she saw Seiras standing next to Aelendriel and Mokaela. Syndra looked like your standard Cult of Strife wych with long red hair and blue eyes. Most her crimson mane was free-flowing, but she had three hightails in it and some type of jagged crown over them giving her a royal like appearance.

"She seems to recognize you Seiras…is this the succubus whose head you crushed on Kaurava?" Mokaela asked sadistically.

He nodded simply, "Yes."

"I love the irony if this whole situation," Mokaela exclaimed joyously.

"If you lay a finger on her, Lady Lelith Hesperax is going to kill all of you!" the syren hissed hatefully from her cage.

"You think she cares about you jealous fangirls? That's all your cult is…a bunch of starstruck untalented little girls trying to emulate your beloved mistress," Aelendriel spoke up with a laugh.

Syndra was still staring at Seiras as if she had just seen a ghost. The succubus looked over at her syren before making eye contact with Mokaela, "Do you…know who this monkeigh is?"

"Yes, he's the one who killed you on Kaurava. Archon Tahril even mentioned something about it too," Mokaela nodded.

The syren seemed to give Syndra a subtle look when Aelendriel and Mokaela weren't watching as if to signal her that they had no idea about something.

"Hmph…I get it. You don't know? It'll be your undoing then. I can take pride and satisfaction in knowing that before you mutilate and kill me then," Syndra smirked.

Mokaela seemed a bit annoyed at the rival cult wych's attitude as she took a step towards her, "Oh really? Well I'll make sure what's left of your pride is gone before we're done here."

"Do your worst, my mistress will avenge me and the rest of us. Your days are numbered you pawns of Vect," Syndra spat.

"I trust in Vect far more than I'd trust some lunatic corsair that claims she's a prophet for some unborn god," Aelendriel countered.

"Yvraine will lead our kind into a new age. Vect clings to his power here and guards it jealously, but like sand it slips through his fingers the tighter he squeezes. His way will destroy us all! This city is on borrowed time and it's only a matter of time before we all die. I for one agree with my mistress' assessment of this galaxy. We need be more proactive in fixing this mess that has become of our species," Syndra replied.

"Aelendriel…fetch the vid recorder if you would please," Mokaela politely asked her fellow succubus.

Aelendriel nodded as she dashed off to grab what Seiras could only describe as an Eldar version of a servo skull camera.

It levitated back over towards Mokaela. She put some inputs into it before looking at the caged wyches behind her, "What is Lelith Hesperax's webnet account?"

"You can't be serious…you're going to record it and show her a vid of you torturing us?!" the syren demanded.

"Something like that," Mokaela grinned.

"Let them…she'll know exactly who to kill then," Syndra stated proudly.

"Okay then, what's her webnet address?" Mokaela asked with a mischievous grin.

'What is the webnet I wonder? Is it like the internet?' Seiras pondered over the topic as he had never once heard of it before. It was hard to imagine dark eldar having something like that, but given their technology and culture, he could believe it. Privileged human worlds had this type of advanced communication, though he had little experience or knowledge about anything related to the media or personal luxuries. Usually it was isolated on planets, and heavily monitored by the Inquisition and the Adeptus Administratum. Only those who worked primarily with vox networks and communication actually understood how it worked in the Imperium.

"LH Red 151468, the password to send a personal video message is: Deathwish." Syndra decided to answer right away.

"So what…you're going to livestream torturing us to Lelith Hesperax herself? That's just asking to die…you're going to regret this! Go on and do then!" the caged syren interjected.

"Oh no…it's you girls that are going to regret this situation. Such blind arrogance. I had something special in mind to send Lelith Hesperax that would probably be funnier than me peeling your faces off. Honestly, I tire of all the conventional torture. It's easy to break someone's body or mutilate them into a pathetic heap of flesh. But breaking someone's pride…breaking their dignity is so much more sensational. You're almost too pretty to cut up Syndra. So instead, we're going to show you in a more flattering way…one that suits you red-haired diva whores. Let's see how amusing your mistress finds this video when she watches Seiras rape you," Mokaela licked her lips with anticipation.

"W-wait…what?!" Syndra deadpanned in pure disbelief.

'Oh no…the very last thing I need in this galaxy is a video of me having sex with a cult of strife wych being sent to their leader. Even when I get out of this place, I'm a dead man if I ever run into this Lelith Hesperax now. Especially if she's the most skilled wych in the galaxy.' Seiras thought seriously.

"Hold her down girls over that table," Mokaela commanded. Kaerith and the other two bloodbrides did as she commanded as they dragged the resisting chained up succubus over and violently pinned her on a table.

Mokaela then drew a syringe from her waist pouch and laid it out on the table in front of Syndra, "I'll give you the special cocktail for this. Nightbliss Nectar and time stoppers. I call it the Nelfaera special."

"Curse you!" Syndra spat furiously but one of the unnamed wyches pushed her head back down against the table as she tried to spit.

The Cult of Eternal Night wyches all gathered around anxiously as if they were about to watch some amazing show and basked in the captive succubus' misery. Mokaela chuckled sinisterly as she prepared her syringe, "I hear you Cult of Strife wyches pride yourself on being drug-free. This will be especially potent then, haha!"

Injecting her with a heaping dose of nightbliss nectar and the time stopper serum, Seiras could visibly see the wych's eyes dilate unusually as she stopped struggling. It appeared to be twice the dosage that Shiralyn recieved not too long ago. Another wych then dropped a huge line of warpdust in front of her and violently tugged her hair as she covered Syndra's mouth and dragged her head back and forth over it.

Syndra stubbornly resisted it until Aelendriel gathered up a huge fistful and practically forced it into her nose, "Snort it, whore!"

The chained up captive shrieked in defiance, but it was pointless as she was forced in inhale a massive dose of the powdery stimulant.

"We recording?" Aelendriel asked anxiously.

"Starting it now! Strip her girls!" Mokaela laughed eagerly as the camera flew closer for a better view.

Syndra's nether regions were already dripping wet from the nightbliss nectar and she began to pathetically groan as her legs wobbled, "It burns!"

Looking into the lens of its alien camera, Mokaela spoke to it, "Well hello there, Lelith Hesperax. We found some of your girls helping the Ynnari in our Kabal War. I just thought you might want to see this."

Moments later the camera flew around to get a front view of Syndra pinned against the table. Her nose was bleeding and warpdust was covering parts of her face still as she began to quiver unusually to the effects of it. The camera went in closer to show her face.

She spoke up groggily, "Mistress, don't watch this-"

Her head was slammed against the table silencing her quickly. Mokaela then glanced over at Seiras, "She's all yours, Seiras. Rape this whore for me!"

"I hear you know who Seiras is Lelith…you might find this especially entertaining then!" Mokaela laughed cruelly as the camera focused over towards him now.

The librarian stood there blankly for a moment unsure of what to do. He wanted no part of this situation, but he had to obey them to keep appearances up.

'On the off chance this Lelith Hesperax ever does see this vid, I don't want her to think I wanted to do this,' Seiras thought tactically.

He shook his head, "I have no interest in this…"

Mokaela gave him a dangerous glare before she activated his collar causing him to howl in agony and thrash about. The older succubus sighed heavily, "Do we really have to do this? Get over here and rape this bitch!"

She then switched his collar over to paralysis as she walked up to him. Mokaela proceeded to pull out another syringe, "Here's your medicine, Seiras. That'll help you get in the mood."

The psychotic succubus quickly injected him with nightbliss nectar. He truly hated this evil drug as it betrayed his rational thinking almost immediately. In mere seconds he felt his skin begin to tingle as sweat started to drip. Even the Immortis gland couldn't prevent this amount of hormones and chemicals from shooting his libido into a dangerous overdrive.

His collar let off shortly afterward allowing him to move. He felt blood rushing everywhere in his body, but primarily around his groin once again.

Despite his condition, he still felt reluctant to move. His clothes were immediately stripped from him by Mokaela. She spoke softly, "Go punish this arrogant bitch. It seems only fitting that you put her in her place…again."

Against good judgment, but for the good of his cover, he finally obeyed. The nearby wyches watching the scene were all staring with fascination at the event. Some seemed especially curious about his erection.

One of the caged cult of strife wyches spoke up disbelievingly, "They can actually breed?!"

"Oh yes, don't worry…you'll get your turn too," Mokaela answered her.

All of the onlooking wyches began to gossip and cheer with excitement as if this was premiere entertainment. As Seiras initially suspected, Mokaela normalizing the 'monkeigh fetish' concept had caused a number of them to feel no shame in expressing interest.

Several of the low ranking wyches whistled as he walked closer to the pinned Syndra. Many others offered various comments of approval, and one even slapped his ass much to his disgust.

"NOOO! Don't you dare defile me you filthy monkeigh! The Cult of Strife will castrate you for this!" Syndra began to freak out now as she tried to break free. Unfortunately for her it was all in vain.

Seiras positioned himself behind her and slowly penetrated her from behind. He went at a normal pace for about half a minute and tried to tune out the cheering of the surrounding onlookers. Syndra let out shrieking yelps as tears quickly formed in her eyes, "NO! You can't do this to me!"

"UHHHH! AHHH! Oh no! I can't…NO! Ooooh!" she moaned in a mixture between shameless pleasure and bitter defiance. Due to her extra sensitive genitalia being stimulated now Syndra could barely control her own muscles as she quivered sporadically. She was a lot like Shiralyn in the fact that she had a super low tolerance to the drug and could barely handle the enhanced stimulation.

"Oooh, I think she likes that! Wait…did she cum already?! Hahahaha!" Mokaela beamed proudly into the camera.

"Damn you all!" Syndra shouted with angry sorrow.

"What the hell?! Lady Syndra!" the syren called out desperately.

"A great cult of strife succubus has a bit of a of a premature orgasm problem. Hahaha!" Mokaela laughed hysterically. Many of the onlookers found it especially funny as well.

"It's those drugs you put in her! She can't control her body right now!" the syren tried to defend from her cage.

During this time Seiras hadn't been moving much as he looked around in confusion at the scene unfolding around him.

"It burns…" Syndra practically whimpered when the stimulation from Seiras' penetration slowed down and almost stopped.

"Wait…stop for a moment Seiras," Mokaela ordered as she activated the stun on his collar.

"No! Ughhh! Just kill me already!" Syndra shouted as she appeared to be in great pain.

Mokaela let out a playful giggle, "You know the thing I like most about nightbliss nectar? It's a great torture drug. People who have no tolerance to it suffer excruciating burning agony when they're denied stimulation and release. I'll gladly let Seiras continue, but you must beg for it first, Syndra Therona."

"Never! Curse all of you! Mistress forgive me!" Syndra was now filled with tears as she writhed about in her suffering.

"The monkeigh seems to handle the drug better than she does," one of the low-ranking debutantes commented.

"Oh he's had plenty of exposure to it already," Mokaela began to laugh maniacally.

'I want to imagine this can't get any worse, but somehow I know fate will find a way to prove me wrong,' Seiras thought shamefully as he tried not to look at anyone and go somewhere else in his own mind.

He had no idea how much time had passed since Mokaela froze him, but Syndra was now squealing in agony and pain as she flailed about trying to endure the drug's effects. He knew exactly what she was experiencing, but it seemed even worse than what Nelfaera did to Shiralyn for some reason.

Seiras himself was now starting to feel that unscratchable burning itch in his groin as the drug was having the same effect on him. Though he kept his composure unlike the wailing succubus who was greatly amusing the audience with her ungraceful humiliation.

Finally she couldn't take it anymore, "Please! I need it!"

"What's that? What do you need exactly, Syndra?" Mokaela asked her with a sulty teasing tone.

"Let me cum! Please! He can fuck me, okay! Just make it stop!" she folded under the pain finally.

It was truly remarkable how potent of a torturing method this was. It was physically painful, emotionally painful, and it destroyed one's pride in the process.

"Beg, Syndra…beg for that space marine's dick!" Aelendriel exclaimed joyously in Gothic at Syndra's suffering.

"Fuck me monkeigh! Please!" Syndra cried out in gothic.

He himself was actually grateful that she finally gave in as he was starting to experience a lot more pain from the burning bloodflow in his manhood. To him it felt like lava was in his blood right now.

The moment Mokaela released the stun on his collar he began to rapidly penetrate her as he wanted to get this horrible act over with as soon as possible.

Syndra didn't appear ready for it however as she squealed like a shameless whore, "Yes! YES! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! UGHHHHH! Oooooooh! It feels so good! Don't stop! Don't stop! MORE! MORE!"

"Oh she has completely surrendered now. To think a proud succubus of the Cult of Strife would beg this hard for a monkeigh's dick," Mokaela laughed into the camera.

The camera was now panned over in front of Syndra's face as she rolled her eyes back and held her tongue out in a dazed almost comical expression. THe succubus was completely out of her mind now and shamelessly surrendered herself to the pleasure and stimulation previously denied.

"Oooh! OOOOH! ARGHHHH!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as her walls rapidly contracted and her entire body began to almost vibrate. This was all it took to send Seiras over the edge as he closed his eyes and tried to pretend like it wasn't happening. It felt very good to him as well, but he tried to ignore those feelings as he pretended he was having sex with Jessenta instead.

"MMMMM! AHHHH! Ooh it's filling me up! It feels so good! UGHHH!" Syndra shrieked and moaned until the act was finally over. She then relaxed into a stupor as she began to drool over the table with a dazed satisfied face.

"Nice! Here, have some more nightbliss nectar," Mokaela laughed as she injected twice the dose as before.

"Wow, who knew Seiras could breed like that…" one of the debutantes chuckled.

One of the bloodbrides glanced over at Kaerith now, "I can't believe I ever shamed you for wanting that. I might have to try it myself."

"Yeah..." Kaerith looked away blushing.

"Oh don't you worry. It's a party girls and I want everyone to have fun! But we should really take care of our guests first. Fetch me that syren in the cage…she's next," Mokaela announced. A group of wyches moved to quickly drag the captive cult of strife syren out of the cage while some of the others chained Syndra down to the table.

The newly added dose of drugs had Syndra experiencing the burning lust again. Mokaela then personally pinned the syren down to where Syndra could see her.

"Here's your next dose, Seiras. You're going to need a lot of that before the party's over," Mokaela smirked as she injected Seiras again.

"W-wait, what about me?!" Syndra asked.

Mokaela smirked, "Oh you don't get to go again until Seiras has fucked all of your little underlings first. I look forward to hearing your anguished cries of envy."