What if the Primarchs were Women?

The snowy forests and plains of Fenris were stained with blood and ash. This was hardly a new phenomenon, as for thousands of years the disparate tribes of humans who made the icy Deathworld their home had waged war against both the savage fauna of the planet as well as each other. This was no battle between barbaric tribes over a few acres of arable and stable land safe from the cataclysmic tectonic and volcanic activity that regular plagued the Death world. This was a battle between sisters and their legions, one that had been a grievous schism in the Imperium long before Warmasters and rumors of civil war. A battle that would surely have devastating consequences for both Fenris and the Imperium as a whole regardless of who won.

Consequences that Lemae Runa was desperately trying to prevent, even as her weapon, the great frostblade Mjalnar, cleaved apart the red-armored bodies of the Thousand Daughter's Astartes Legion.

The blonde and savage Primarch of the Sixth Legion led a detachment of her Varagyr, her elite Wolf-Guard – aboard the Ahnktowe, the flagship of Azula Ahriman, First Captain of the Thousand Daughters and the greatest mortal sorcerer among them. They were of course met with resistance in a chaotic and cacophonous battle as the two polar opposite legions came to blows. The grey and blue of the Fenrisian-born legion fought tooth and claw against the gold and crimson of the Thousand Daughters of Prospero. Crackling lightning claws clashed against power-khopeshs and frigid palls of fog summoned by Rune Priests were met with shimmering warp-fire conjured by Sorcerers.

The Wolf-Queen let out a growl as savage as her namesake as her blade once more tasted Astartes blood. Inside however, Lemae Runa was worried. Not for herself, but for her legion, her home, and even one of her sisters.

The Thousand Daughters' attack had not come without warning. 9 days before the invasion, Fenris had awoken to a flotilla of warships belonging to the fifteenth legion hovering in its atmosphere. By the time Runa had been informed and her jarls and council together, a message had been sent from the lead ship by Ahriman. The First Captain told them that their Primarch, Hecate the Red, had been summoned to Terra by Malcador the Sigillite only to vanish mid transit and had not been heard from since. She accused Runa of going behind the Empress's back and abducted Hecate out of paranoia and spite and demanded that both Hecate be returned and that Runa hand herself over to be brought before the Empress for her treason.

Obviously, Runa had not even been aware that Hecate had left Prospero, or that either their mother or the Sigillite had ordered such a thing. Yet Ahriman had refused Runa's words and accused her of treachery, calling her an ignorant and savage barbarian who had always hated Hecate for her gifts. With the First Captain clearly unwilling to back down, Runa had no choice but to let the battle commence. A battle that had led to here, her and her Wolf-Guard invading Ahriman's ship in the hopes of capturing her and perhaps finding some kind of answer as to where her sister could be.

Runa snarled as she turned down another corridor, hoping to find the bridge and with it, Ahriman. She raced ahead of her daughters, darting through corridor after corridor in her furious attempt to corner the sorceress. The Ahnktowe was a winding labyrinth of tight corridors and crisscrossing walkways. Each corner seemed to lead to some new expanse of twisting tunnels and pathways that fed deeper and deeper into the depths of the massive barge. Every once in a while, she encountered scores of mortal crewmen. Most fled from the fury of a primarch, yet a brave few tried their best to defend their vessel and lieges from the Wolf-Queen. Their bravery was commendable, even if they served a traitorous witch. They died all the same either way, their paltry arms not even slowing Runa down.

As Runa delved deeper into the ship, however, she stopped finding others, whether Astartes or human. The path before her had fewer and fewer divergences, only corridors feeding into each other, one after another, like she was cattle being corralled along a single path. The long halls became empty and quiet of all but the hiss of steam or the dark rumblings of the vast vessel. As Runa steadily became aware of the unnatural quiet, she began to slow. She came to a stop, chest heaving beneath her armor festooned with small keepsakes and tribal fetishes. Her daughters had long fallen behind, left in her wake as Runa hunted for Ahriman. This deep in the ship, she couldn't even hear the sound of a battle, just the creaking of a truly titanic ship. Her eyes, as blue and as bright as the oceans of Fenris, darted throughout the empty hallway. She was standing in front of a massive door, the only path available other than to go back.

So, Runa did the only thing she could, and continued forward.

With a mash of her great fist, the servitor connected to the door opened the great chambers with a rattling groan. With Mjalnar in hand, Russ stormed into the room… and froze immediately. The chamber was almost entirely vacant, devoid of decoration and variation in its curving iron-grey steel walls. Runa's attention however, was entirely devoted to the chamber's sole occupant. There, sitting against a faceless steel wall, her powerful red arms held up against in by sturdy-looking shackles and a collar of shimmer black stone wrapped around her neck, was Hecate the Red.

"Hecate?" Runa breathed in utter shock.

At the sound of her name, Hecate immediately raised her head, her singular eye widening in shock as it caught sight of the Wolf-Queen. Hecate looked as though she wanted to say something, but couldn't as her mouth was gagged. She narrowed her eye and there was a slight ripple in the air around her head, before she immediately flinched, the glowing green crystal embedded in her collar pulsing ominously. Runa ran up to her sister and tore the gag out.

"What happened?" Runa demanded as the Crimson Queen shook her head, looking dazed. "Who did this?"

Hecate raised her head, her singular eye meeting Runa's. "It's a trap."

The chamber doors closed with a thunderous 'CLANG!' Both primarchs turned their heads toward the now sealed entrance. There, stood a singular figure, in the crimson armor and ivory robes of the Fifteenth Legion, their helmet decorated with a pair of curling horns and wielding a staff that ended in a curved spear-like blade.

"Welcome, Primarch Runa," Azula Ahriman said, bowing slightly to both Runa and Hecate.

Runa growled with murderous fury at the sorceress. "Trickster!" She decried. "Devil! Is this how a daughter shows loyalty to her mother?"

Behind her, Hecate lowered her head and muttered darkly, "That's not Ahriman."

Runa glanced at her sister in confusion before turning back to the Thousand Daughters First Captain. "What?"

'Ahriman' laughed, a cold and mocking sound before her form shifted before the Primarch's very eyes. Like a still lake disturbed by a flung rock, Ahriman's appearance rippled and changed. Where the crimson form of Azula Ahriman once stood was not the towering and golden body of Constance Valdor, Captain-General of the Emperess's Custodian guard. The false-Valdor laughed, an unnatural sound coming from a Custodes and her form again rippled. Now stood Malcador the Sigillite, ripple, now an Eldar in black robes, ripple the she-wolf that had found an infant Runa in the wilds of Fenris, ripple finally, Lemae Runa herself stood face to face with her doppelganger, her stolen face set in a cruel and mocking smirk.

With a final ripple, the faux-Runa disappeared and, in her place, stood perhaps the strangest figure yet. A semi-humanoid being with blue skin and six arms, whose body stopped at the waist. Below was nothing more than billowing blue smoke. They were wrapped in a heavy blue and gold robe with a hood that completely hid their face from view.

"Who…What are you?" Runa demanded, clutching Mjalnar tightly in her fist.

"I am called Changeling," The hooded figure, its voice cold in its affability, bowed mockingly to her. "A pleasure, Primarch Runa."

"Release my sister!" Runa demanded, branding his frost-axe threateningly at the so-called Changeling. The Wolf-Queen expected two responses to her demand. Either the figure agreed or, much likelier, they refused, and Runa killed them.

Instead, the Changeling surprised her. Tilting its head, the Changeling instead asked a simple question. "Why do you care?"

"I… what?" Runa asked.

"Why do you care?" The Changeling asked again. It began floating closer, barely regarding Runa as she raised her axe warily as it began to circle her. "What does her life matter to you? You've always stood against what Hecate supports. Always seen the dangers of her sorcerers and their dealings with the Immaterium. Always known the threat it represents to the Imperium. Now here lies you chance to end that threat once and for all."

"You'd suggest that I'd murder my sister?" Runa demanded furiously.

The Changeling wasn't phased by her outrage. "You've done it twice before." They coldly retorted. "What's one more on your conscious?"

"Runa?"

Hecate's voice startled the Wolf-Queen. Runa looked down and saw the Crimson Queen look up at her, her singular eye wide and uncertain. "Runa, please."

"Haven't you always hated her?" The Changeling whispered into Runa's ear. "Haven't you always longed to end her sorcerous heresy? Your enemy lies before you, Wolf-Queen. Helpless and without hope. The safety of all mankind is in your hands. End her now and save your Imperium from her."

Runa clenched Mjalnar tightly in her fist. She stared down at Hecate's wide-eyed look. The psychically gifted Primarch stared up at her most hated sister. "Runa…" Hecate whispered, fear and desperation in her single eyed. "Sister, please."

Runa raised Mjalnar high above her head…

…And buried it into the Changeling's chest.

"Hnngh!" The Changeling reeled back with a rattling gasp, its form rippling through a dozen forms as Runa ripped Mjalnar back out of its chest.

"I've never hated Hecate!" Runa declared. "I think that she's arrogant and isn't nearly as smart as she thinks she is, but I've never taken pleasure as my mother's executioner! I've always only done what needed to be done for the Imperium's safety and I won't let you make a fool of me, devil!"

Hecate looked up at Runa with awed surprise as Runa knelt beside her and – with a mighty tug – tore the blackstone collar to pieces. Without the collar restraining her, Hecate easily shattered her remaining restraints with her psychic might. The Changeling turned its faceless head at them, and even without eyes, Runa got the distinct feeling that it was glaring at her. "So be, Wolf-Queen." It said, brandishing its gilded staff…

… Only to immediately be seized by a thick vine of ivy.

"What the-!" The Changeling cried as more vines of green spilled up from the floor, restraining its many armed for. "Baren!"

"Baren!" Hecate whispered, and Runa didn't know what to make of the look of alarm on the Crimson Queen's face.

Ah-ah-ah! Changeling!" A voice, low and sultry, cruel and masculine, echoed throughout the chamber. "You've had your chance, and you blew it. It's my turn now." Before the Changeling could offer a word in reply, there was an inhuman screech, like metal being ripped apart. A swirling purple tear into the fabric of reality opened up behind the Changeling before the daemon was immediately dragged into it.

Hecate stood, glaring furiously at the portal. "Why do you continue to toy with us, daemon?" She demanded. "What have you done to my daughters?"

From within the screaming tear into reality, the voice laughed. "I've done nothing to them but given them a means to act on their own desires. All I'm here to do is return a favor." The portal widened and beyond it, Runa could just barely make out the snowy crest of own of Fenris's many mountains. "Come, daughter of Fenris, I would test my mettle against the Wolf-Queen herself."

Runa glared at the portal for a moment before turning to Hecate. "Go," she said, "Find Ahriman and end this battle."

Hecate hesitated… before nodding. "Be careful, sister," the Crimson Queen warned. "He is a dangerous foe and one that you would be wise not to underestimate."

"Its him who shouldn't underestimate me, sister." Was all that the Wolf-Queen said before stepping into the portal, disappearing from the Ahnktowe.

-

Runa exited the portal onto a plateau atop a towering mountain, snow billowing around her as the warp-portal closed behind her. She barely registered the bite of the cold, only noticing that it was slightly sharper than it should be. Runa looked down and nearly leapt back in shock. She had entered the portal adorned in her power armor clad in wolf pelts and tribal totems. Now, she was only wearing the thin grey bodysuit that tightly hugged every inch of her powerful, voluptuous body. The Wolf-Queen barely had time to feel outraged at the change when-

"So, you are Apokálypsi's new executioner?" Baren stood across from her, the cold having no affect on him despite his sparse clothing. His breath did not even freeze, unlike Runa for who each bellowing exhale was like a paal of fog. "I heard you killed two of your sisters. Don't you know kinslaying is a terrible sin?" He clucked his tongue in disapproval. "Besides, I would have liked the set." He shrugged and smirked roguishly at her. "I suppose I'll just have to twice as hard with you to compensate."

"You talk too much," Runa snarled before flinging Mjalnar at the daemon's smug, grinning face. The frost-axe tore through the snow filled air and would have split Baren's skull in half if the Daemon hadn't raised his hand at the last second, seizing the axe in the air with an aura of psychic energy,

Baren chuckled patronizingly. "I admit, it is a weakness of mine." He grabbed the axe and smirked at her. "But if you're so eager to physical…" He threw Mjalnar back at Runa with relaxed ease, not actually trying to hit her. Runa instantly seized the axe, brandishing it at the Daemon as she snarled. Baren only laughed again, summoning a double-headed spear taller than Runa herself. "Oh, won't this be fun~"

 Mjalnar whistled as Runa swung it in an elegant arc, gleaming in the sun. She snapped it up into a guard position. "If you won't take this seriously, then die!" She lunged. The Daemon was slightly faster than expected. He managed to barely avoid her attack by diving to the left, but his dive would leave him on the ground, easy prey. Runa shot a blindingly fast kick at the Daemon's face only to let out a startled gasp as he easily caught her thick thigh.

"Hmph, I thought you were supposed to be the fun sister." Baren chuckled in a deep voice as Runa stared in shock. As the Daemon held onto her leg, he was of course given a picture-perfect view between Runa's legs, and he couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight. "Though I'm certainly enjoying myself regardless~"

Runa sneered and tried to snap her leg backwards, but the Daeon spun her around as she did so, forcing her to fall back and land with a soft thud on her voluptuous ass. She glared in anger, and spun around to get back to her feet. "Talk dirty all you want, devil." She declared, "It'll make it all the sweeter when your dead!" She launched another kick, even faster than the ones before, but Baren slid down to his knees as the kick sailed over his head with a sharp blast of wind. From there, he rolled forward underneath Runa. As he rolled through, he stopped on his back for a split second, and with a wicked grin, slapped his hand upwards to smack against the Wolf Queen's sweet cunt.

The sound Runa made was unbelievable, a cross between a shout of anger and a squeak of surprise, as she instantly closed her legs shut and bent over to protect her pussy. The Daemon dodged out of the way, and responded to this by SPANKING Runa hard with his bare palm. The soft flesh rippled under the harsh slap of the daemonic warrior, and Runa could only let out a soft whine as her ass was punished. The force and shock of the assault had Runa's knees shaking, and the beautiful Wolf-Queen looked over her shoulder with a furious, but blushing expression.

Runa gritted her teeth in frustration, before spinning around with axe in hand to sever his throat. But he wasn't on the ground. There was a brief blur in the wind and the sound of material tearing and there in front of her was Baren. He was standing, with his back to her, holding something aloft in his massive hand.

It was the upper half of her bodysuit, torn away from her chest by the daemon's claws. Runa gasped, suppressing the urge to cover her now unclothed breasts. How? How could he have done it? He had only just barely avoided being cut in half by her attack. Runa launched into a swing aimed at the back of his neck. Her swing missed by less than an inch. She moved into a thrust, again just barely missing. Hippolyta launched attack after attack, but he somehow avoided each one. She felt like she was trying to cut smoke. She brought her sword down in one final downward slash aimed at the crown of his head, and he vanished. The instant before her blade would have connected he was just... gone.

Baren made himself known quickly, however. Suddenly he was behind her, and the first sign of this was when Runa spotted a pair of clawed hands appear under her field of vision. These lewd hands squeezed tight, and gripped into her massive, pillowy breasts with delight. Runa bit her lip in frustration and excitement as the old warrior played with her immense tits, squeezing the soft, malleable flesh, pulling at her rock-hard nipples, bouncing them up and down. 

"G-get off me, you perverted devil!" Runa cried out and tried to judo throw the old man from her back. He took the throw and spun in the air, landing perfectly with an arrogant flourish. Runa was red hot now, her face flushed in anger and arousal, her breath heavy with exertion and excitement. The Daemon smiled, and showed off some grey material in his hands.

Runa looked confused before noticing what it was. She snapped her head down to see that the pig had stolen the bottom of part of her outfit! Runa felt her hands shake as she gripped the hilt of her blade. She steadied her hands and raised her axe. "You think a little embarrassment will make me surrender?" She watched him, wearily. "I'll kill you yet." Runa focused. If she paid attention, she was certain she could catch him. She was wrong. Suddenly, he was behind her, reaching around to squeeze her left breast.

"I have to saw, Apokálypsi did good work when she made you lot," Baren idly admitted. Runa spun, stabbing at the air. He was behind her again, this time fondling her ass. "This is the most fun I've had in centuries!" She slashed at his head. He was crouching low, pinching her clit. She yelped and jumped away. "I really should thank her the next time we meet." She stabbed downward and he was behind her again, his open hand colliding with her ass with a loud SMACK. The force of the spank sent her stumbling forward. Runa would not give in. She attacked again. This time he appeared ten feet away, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"Still, I think its time we wrapped this up…" He resummoned his spear as Runa charged forward once again. Mjalnar clashed with the silver javelin, sending sparks flying in the snow. Baren twisted the spear, catching her arms around it and wrenched it hard. Mjalnar was sent flying into the snow as – with a whip of his tail – Baren caught Runa around her ankles. He spun her, sending the Wolf-Queen toppling onto her back in the snow. He drove his silver spear into the earth, mere inches beside her head. "Yield," he demanded.

Runa's whole body was trembling. This was impossible. It was IMPOSSIBLE. There was no way he could have bested her. No man could defeat Lemae Runa, the Wolf-Queen of Fenris. "N-never," she stammered. She could barely even speak.

Baren sighed before he was suddenly straddling her, pinning her arms to the ground with his knees. He tore away the lower half of his armor, leaving his cock looming ominously over her face. With one hand, he roughly gripped her hair, holding her head steady; with the other he grasped the base of his cock. She was utterly powerless as he brought the cock down hard against her face with a loud SMACK!. The cock hit her face again, and again and again, Harder and faster. Runa began to hyperventilate as he beat her face with his cock. This couldn't be happening. SMACK! It couldn't be happening. SMACK!

-

This couldn't be happening. Azula Ahriman, First Captain of the Thousand Daughters, sat atop her command throne aboard the Ahnktowe, staring in despair as the tide of battle was turning against them. The Fenrisian savages were pushing her sisters back, outmatching their sorcerous might with sheer savagery. They would have to retreat or else risk becoming the third missing Legion.

But they couldn't retreat. Not now, not when their mother was being held prisoner by the mad Wolf-Queen. Ahriman was forced to realize that she was running out of options. Perhaps if she contacted the Sigillite, she might be able to get reinforcements to reign in Runa. Or perhaps have a detachment of Silent Sisters sent to wipe out her legion for breaking the Edict of Nikea. Ahriman wanted to bury her head in her hands. There… there had to be something she could do… There had to be…

I might offer an accord…

Ahriman froze, feeling a chilling, prickling sensation at the back of her neck as a voice spoke in her mind. A voice that was not her own. Cautiously, Ahriman answered back, speaking telepathically into the empty Void. Who intrudes in my mind?

A friend… One who would offer your sisters salvation.

The sorceress snorted. She knew better than to trust some of the denizens of the Warp. They talked sweet words, but they offered little. Salvation, she thought? From what?

From whatever might plague your legion. From the barbarians that would see you extinct, from the shackles of Nikea, from your very own cursed flesh…

Ahriman froze. She knew exactly what the warp-being spoke of. The Flesh-Change, the cursed mutation in their gene-seed which rendered members of the Fifteenth legion into gibbering, masses of cancerous flesh. If that was true… If a cure was possible…

An alert broke Ahriman out of her thoughts as her attention was brought back to the battle below. It wasn't good news. Fenris was launching a counter attack on the Thousand Daughters' fleet, one that could cripple any chance of retreat. Desperation started to set in as Ahriman was faced with the very real possibility of her legion's destruction.

I could make this all go away…

Ahriman looked down at the screens before her, as her sisters were slaughtered in droves… and she made her choice.

I accept.

At that very moment, as soon as the bargain was struck, the doors to the command center were blasted apart with a wave of psychic energy. Hecate burst into the command center just as the deal was made. "Azula, NO!" The Crimson Queen cried out, but it was too late. Before the Ahnktowe opened up a massive, screaming vortex leading toward the Warp. The ship had no hope of escaping the grasping maw of the Immaterium and was immediately dragged into the Warp as all across the planet, the Astartes of the Fifteenth legion disappeared in flashes of warp energy.

As she and her daughters were delivered into the waiting hands of Chaos, Hecate only had time to send out one final and utterly massive psychic message towards Terra. From Fenris to the very heart of Terra, the message went, utterly shattering the psychic wall wrapped around the planet without any chance of it being slowed. Hecate's final cry of "MOTHER!" was delivered straight into the mind of the Empress of Mankind herself. The woman once known as Revelation only had the briefiest mental glimpse of Hecate's terrified face before all went black.

And the Astronomican went dark…

-

Baren paused in beating Runa's face with his cock as he felt the Warp shudder around him. He grinned widely in realization, sensing that across the galaxy, the screaming golden beacon in the Warp that represented the Empress… had been snuffed out.

"And that's Checkmate…" He crowed in intoxicating victory. Time for him to celebrate~

"Wha-HLRK!" Runa choked as Baren's serpent-tail wrapped around her throat. His hands free, Baren seized Runa's massive pale tits and wrapped them around his shaft, leaving only the head exposed to rub against her plush lips. "Mmmphh!" She groaned in shock, eyes going even wider, when the Daemon pushed forward and crammed his oversized cock straight into her mouth! He was so girthy that her jaw strained from the effort, her cheeks bulging as he forced his overwhelming shaft inside.

He kept his grip tight on her giant breasts as he pushed and pushed, dragging her towards him as he jammed his hips forward, until she started to gag and croak as his crown pushed into her throat! She went a little cross-eyed from the stretching sensation; the Primarch had never experienced anything like this before! She spat strings of drool down his cock, her tongue forced to loll from her wide-open mouth like a red carpet for his cock! "Aughkk—ghhhkk--!" She spluttered violently on his enormous cock, all the while eyeing the shaft before her – there was so much more to go!

The Daemon was merciless. Once he was lodged in her throat – making a nice bulge in her slender neck – he wrapped his tail a few times around her throat, securing an extra-tight grip…and started to THRUST hard and fast! Gaghk! Gaghk! Gaghk! Runa's eyes filled with tears as Baren utterly fucked her throat, using her like some hivecity whore! Spittle splattered everywhere, down her chin and across her jiggling tits, as he wrenched her back and forth by her neck. Each brutal thrust brought forth another sloppy Gaghk, adding to the Wolf-Queen's shame.

Baren was just getting started, slamming Runa's throat while she ACK GLAKK GLAKK'd on his cock. Her tongue stroked closer to his hilt with each ferocious thrust, his balls swinging closer to her chin…until he leaned forward, gathered his breath…and bridged the remaining distance with one last, furious SLAM! His balls collided with Runaa's chin and tongue in a magnificent, drool-flinging SCHLAP, and she croaked noisily around every inch of his daemoncock, her eyes twitching up and back in their sockets as she convulsed around the extreme sensation. She grasped his knees helplessly, utterly ruined by the Daemon's heaving dick and energetic throatfuck, flinging drool across her huge, bounding tits as he drilled her into a state of stupor. He was just too strong for her, in his current state; energized and high off a complete victory against the Anathema.

Amid the constant, rippling squeeze of Runa's throat, the Daemon grasped her head in both hands and SLAMMED forward one last time, bottoming out his cock in her throat and growling as he hit his limit – swelling inside her, his giant cock tensing and bucking…as he erupted a deluge of hot cum into Runa's throat! "Hrrrk…glrrrk…" Runa slobbered and choked on the hilt of his cock as he stirred his hips around…before slowly pulling back. Globs of semen fell from her lips and oozed from her nostrils as she gagged around Baren's withdrawing cock, watching it pull out and out under her nose. Long rivers of drool and cum ran down from her lips and onto her massive, shivering tits as she trembled there, overwhelmed by the throatfucking, glaring at Baren in embarrassed hatred – at least, once she'd regained enough of her thoughts to look at him properly.

He seized Runa's thick thighs, bodily dragging her across the snow and closer to him until her knees were up and over his shoulders. The Primarch's heavy tits jiggled as she was forced to arch her back with a startled gasp. Runa only had the briefest moment to recognize the feeling of Baren's cock pressed against her cunt before - "Augh--!" she cried as her pussy stretched wide around the Daemon's throbbing monstercock, bulging her belly and prodding her womb. She quivered and shook, trying not to lose her mind amid the hardcore strikes to her pussy, taking more dick than ever before in her life!

The Daemon rolled his hands across her giant tits, squeezing and mashing, crushing them in his fists and then tugging them outward, showing her chest no mercy! Squish, squish, squeeze, dig, twist… Each ministration made Runa more sensitive, crying and crooning out louder, twisting and wriggling in his grasp! Her arching squirms thrust out her asscheeks toward the Daemon, emphasizing their luscious, shiny jiggling. Sweat-beads leapt off of them with each brutal impact, splattering Baren pelvis. He swatted her mighty ass with an open hand, just to see those delicious cheeks jiggle even more – painting handprints on her smooth skin and making her yelp!

 Runa was losing herself, grunting and gurgling in pleasure as the Daemon fucked her into oblivion. His thrusts landed in savage succession, utterly fucking Runa silly while she whined and moaned and grunted and gasped, her pleasure ramping up alongside the Daemon's! Baren used Runa's body the way it was meant to be used, defiling her divine form and treating her like a common street whore. She could do little but squirm in response, too weak to fight back… Her moans sounded sluttier and more elated with each passing second, her tongue flying out and waving in the air while she went totally cross-eyed from the pleasure of it all!

Baren fucked her harder as he grew more and more desperate to leave his mark on the whore queen. He grasped her legs and hoisted them up high and higher until they were pinned next to her head, using them as handlebars to rock himself into her again and again! He was getting close to his limit now, pushed to the edge of orgasm by Runa's tight pussy and the tight of her tits jiggling. He furiously wrecked her until she could think of nothing but sex, punishing her body, stretching and gaping her, making her wail in bliss…!

The Daemon rooted his cock in Runaa's pussy and exploded a moment later, washing her womb with enormous volumes of thick, creamy jizz. The Wolf-Queen writhed beneath him, her eyes rolling in their sockets as she shuddered and twitched, her mind melting inside her head, gurgles rising to her lips as she shook and shuddered, quivered and arched…! She was on the brink of passing out from ecstasy when Baren's load finally faded away, leaving whimpering beneath him. Her pussy sucked his cock tight. It was difficult to pull out of Runa, like she was trying to pull him back inside, but he kept on tugging…withdrawing his monstercock inch by slow inch… She moaned and groaned in passion, grasping her own thighs as she gave in more and more to the bliss, so fucked silly that she didn't fight as Baren repositioned her.

He turned her onto all fours, intent on taking her like a true wolf bitch. Baren knelt behind her, grasping her waist and grinding his cock around her asshole until he was able to push it straight in, applying pressure until she stretched…and stretched open, stuffed full of dick like never before! Runa screamed as she felt herself stretch, twisting and arching her body as she panted in and out, in and out, gasping with her mouth wide open! "Haahh—Ah, ah, ah, haaah--!" She winced her eyes shut and grit her teeth, moaning through them as she was fucked on all fours.

Baren rooted himself deep inside, lodging his cock in good and properly…before taking hold of Runa's wide hips and fucking her like the bitch she was! CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP! He struck back and forth at an absurd tilt, huffing and puffing as he slammed his fat, burgeoning cocks into her depths, intent on ruining the Wolf-Queen's holes as much as possible. Utter elation drove him as much as lust did, he wanted to savor this monumental victory over the Empress, this triumph in the name of his Dark Prince. He fucked into her for victory as much as sexual pleasure, and each moan that burst from Runa's lips was a fresh reward, driving them to greater and greater surges of power and pleasure! Soon the air was filled with a frantic CLAP-CLAP-CLAP as his hips smacked against her massive ass again and again.

He rocked forward and hilted his cock in Runa's asshole – causing her to give a long, low moan through clenched teeth: "Hrrrrnnnnghhh--!" Red-faced, wearing an expression of strained bliss, Runa hit her second orgasm – gushing slick juices all over the place just as the daemonic ravisher blasted his load inside her! He kept pumping her even then, kept thrusting even as his loads died down to nothing, kept on stimulating Runa's poor, helpless asshole – until she started to squeak and moan once more, trapped in a blissful, full-body anal orgasm! Her expression was completely exhausted, tears and drool and sweat soaking her face, her tongue drooping from one side of her mouth as she shuddered and moaned in total pleasure. Her toes curled, and her fists clenched every few moments as after-shocks of bliss rolled through her. She had no control over herself, no ability to resist…

Baren finally pulled out, leaving Runa sprawled out on her front, tits squished beneath her into the snow. He barely spared her a second glance as he tore open a portal back into the Warp. He had gotten what he wanted here today, as well as managing to earn a few more Tzeentch-free years to work with his little deal with Changeling. He had to strike hard now, while the iron was still hot…

…And while Apokálypsi was still preoccupied.

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"…ady? My lady!"

The Empress of Mankind stirred awake, leaving the dreaming world behind after entering it for the first time in many years. In front of her stood Constance Valdor, Captain-General of her Custodes, a foreign look of concern on her face that swiftly bled into relief.

"Sire, you live still!" Valdor rejoiced, the infamous stoicism of the Custodians lost in the face of their liege's survival.

"Yes, I…" The Empress trailed off, eyes widening in horror as realization sunk in. Hecate, the Astronomican, the shield, BAREN! A sound, haunting and thunderous, echoed from beneath the towering might of the Golden Throne. "Captain Valdor, marshall your forces and summon the Sisters of Silence!"

Valdor did not question the order, she was physically incapable of doing so once commanded by her liege. Both the Custodes and the Silent Sisters were present in the throne room without a moment to spare. From below the Golden Throne, there came the sound of screeching metal and the forces of the Empress had only a moment to brace themselves before a portion of the massive golden device was blasted apart.

From the cavernous breach beneath the throne, a lone figure stepped out from the darkness. Svelte and sinister, beautiful but utterly inhuman, enchanting, but hopelessly repulsive. The Daemonette leered at the gathered forces as the daemonic hosts of Slaanesh, Chaos God of Excess and Pleasure begin spilling out into the throne room of the Imperial Palace.

Terra had been invaded by the forces of Chaos.