What if the Primarchs were Women?

In the western fringes of known galactic space, in what was known among the Imperium of Man as Segmentum Pacificus, the 27th Expedition Fleet had recently landed on a verdant and heavily forested planet that for the time being was dubbed 27-5, the 5th planet brought to compliance by the 27th Expedition Fleet. At least, it would be when the planet was actually brought to compliance. Much to the frustration of the expedition leaders, the small human society on 27-5 was being particularly stubborn in their resistance to join with the Imperium. As a consequence, it fell to Corva Corax, liberator of the planet Lycaeus, expedition commander and Primarch of the 19th – or Raven Guard – Legion of Astartes to bring the word into submission.

What was unknown to Corva at the time, however, was that a being far older than even the Imperium was also present on 27-5 and was looking forward to bringing the Raven Lady herself to submission.

The Daemon Prince of Slaanesh know to the wider universe as Baren grinned to himself as he watched his latest quarry soar through the air like the ravens she styled herself after. With the grace of a dancer, she dived into the writhing mass of rebel fighters, her power talons and razor-sharp wings of adamantium tearing through meat and bone faster than any butcher's knife. The enemy combatants were sprayed with clouds of bloody mist and still warm and dripping chunks of flesh, all while her beak-nosed daughters clad in their black and white armor tore into the enemy line with thundering bolter rounds and humming electrically charged power claws. Cora soared back into the cover of the clouds as the rebels futilely tried keeping their line of sight on her, before she dived again and once more ripped bloody swathes of rebel soldiers away in a whirlwind of razor-sharp adamantium. Baren watched Corva work her magic with the same level of appreciation as one admiring an inspired work of art. Slipping into his invisible form, Baren stalked his way toward the 27th's communication hub. He had let his eagerness to sink his teeth into the Primarchs overwhelm him before. It was by good fortune that his hungry pursuit had blindsided the scheming Alphara Omega. By not giving them any room to plot or even really analyze the situation they were in, he had left them vulnerable and ripe for the picking. That wouldn't work forever and so he no choice but to rear in his impulses and actually study his prey before he could start hunting them. Not many of his 'peers' had the same restraint, but Baren was better than they were. He had earned his daemonhood and now the Goddess herself trusted him with a task that could make or break her supremacy amongst the Ruinous Powers.

Phasing into the large room, Baren was immediately assaulted with the sights and sounds of a command center. The buzzing and blinking of communications array, the busy bodies of officers and servo-skulls. Looking around, he tried to find his target…there. A high-ranking intelligence officer, a lieutenant with direct access to Corva herself. Moving forward, unseen by all, Baren snuck up behind the officer and struck. In an instant, his incorporeal form merged into the living flesh of the officer. The unwitting puppet collapsed forward, barely holding himself up as Baren's daemonic presence drowned out the weak mortal's mind and will, and for the first time in millennia, Baren was reminded of what it was like to be human. He was also reminded of how horrible it was, being forced to reign in his magnificent and arcane presence and leave it stuck in this mundane and fleshy meat suit. Stolen lungs took in the musty air of the communications room and a stolen mouth grinned in a way it never had before.

Still, there were some very, very simple pleasures that came from a material form. The Baren-Officer cracked its neck, enjoying the sounds of its bones popping. It's been so long since he had last possessed a physical body, he'd almost forgotten what it was like to be mortal. Why, he could almost call it…nostalgic. The Baren-Officer shook its head, there was no time to waste by going and waxing poetical about his misspent youth. He had a Primarch to lewd after all. Using the possessed officer's knowledge, the Baren-Officer operated the vox-caster in front of it, directly putting itself in contact with Corva's personal comm-link. After a moment of anticipation, Corva Corax answered.

"Report, lieutenant." Her voice was soft, barely even a whisper. It made sense, of course. Corva Corax was not an iterator. She didn't make grand sweeping speeches or bellowing war cries. She was a creature of shadow, a predator lingering in the darkness. She made near-silent threats and gave hushed orders. Baren would enjoy making this raven scream for him.

"We've just gotten a report of something of critical information from the advanced scouts in the field, my lady," the Baren-Officer spoke, its voice warped from two beings speaking as one. "We believe that we've discovered the headquarters of one of the local guerilla forces. The coordinates are…" The location he gave her was far from any of the major battle sites and locations. Somewhere nice and isolated where they could be uninterrupted. He had his trap set up, now all that was left was to see whether his prey took the bait or not.

"Good work, lieutenant. I'll begin investigating immediately. Corax out." She did. The Baren-Officer grinned. Baren abandoned his flesh-host, leaving the poor man to collapse onto the vox-caster, gasping for breath and desperately trying to understand what just happen. The daemon paid him no mind, instead flying away from the communications hub and heading straight toward he knew the unwary Corva was heading. The little bird was flying straight toward his trap, and he was hungry for his prize.

Corva Corax was not having a fun time recently. It all started a few standard Terran months ago following the end of the Ullanor Crusade. Over the course of five years, the largest Ork empire that the Imperium had ever encountered had been toppled. It had taken 1,000,000 Astartes, 250,000,000 Imperial army soldiers, 500 titans from the Legio Mortis and 6,000 warships from the Imperial Armada to take the planet from the Greenskins, but it had been done. Corva hadn't had the fortune of being their herself. She, like most of her sisters, had been continuing the Great Crusade while Isis, Romilly, and Tuya aided their mother in beating back the Orks. The Imperium's complete victory at Ullanor had been celebrated with the construction of a great triumph, a standing monument that embodied the greatest victory of the Crusade yet. By all accounts, it should have been the greatest moment of the Imperium of Man's history and it would have been. Had something that no one, not even Sanguinia or that butcher Curze could have foreseen. Their mother, the Empress of Mankind had declared that she would be returning to Terra for the foreseeable future and that command of the Great Crusade was to be passed onto Isis along with her new title of Warmaster. The declaration had taken them all by surprise, and had caused some not so surprising tension between Isis and the rest of the Primarchs, including Corva herself.

It wasn't as though Corva thought that she should have been Warmaster instead, not like Nala, Runa, or Freya did. No, Corva was aware of her strengths and such leadership wasn't one of them. In that regard, Isis was the obvious choice, save maybe Sanguinia or Romilly. No, what bothered Corva was how Isis implemented her and her Raven Guard during her campaigns. One such battle had been devastating for the Raven Guard's numbers, even after she tried suggesting an alternative strategy to Isis that might have better suited the 19th and their strengths. Isis had only ignored her and followed through with her own designs, and since then Corva had done everything in her power to keep her distance from the Warmaster and her plans.

Now Corva was facing a different problem entirely. The planet dubbed 27-5 seemed to be the ideal planet to incorporate into the Imperium. Hospitable with a pleasant temperate atmosphere and heavily forested, and a sizeable human population inhabiting a fairly advanced civilization. By all accounts, this should have been easy, all she had to do was convince the planetary government to join the Imperium and move on. Except, they refused. It had always been a possibility, even likelihood, that they would and Corva was aware of that. But it also meant that now Corva had no choice but to invade. By the Empress's decree, all of humanity must be united under the Imperium, whether they wanted to or not. And now Corva was forced to play a role she hated – that of a conqueror. Corva Corax was not a conqueror, she was liberator. She had been ever since she overthrew the tyrannical Tech-Lords of Lycaeus. Going from planet to planet, liberating enslaved humans from xeno tyranny and breaking the chains of the oppressed was what Corva was born to do. Being forced to be the oppressor left a bad taste in her mouth.

Still, she enforced her mother's decree, even if she didn't like it. So, there she was; flying in and out of the writhing mass of rebellious soldiers trying – and failing – to either hit her or fend off the encroaching line of Raven Guard Astartes. Her power talons and adamantium wings tore through bone and flesh with ease, leaving mangled and severed corpse to fall to the ground in sprays of blood as she soared back up the heavens. After a while, the enemy forces eventually routed, falling back as her Raven Guard continued to fire upon their fleeing forms. Corva slowly descended back to the ground, blood dripping from her talons and wings. Sighing, Corva prepared to order her daughters to return to home base. She really wanted this war to be over with soon so she could go back to fighting wars she actually supported. Before she could give the order for her marines to leave, her comm-link went off suddenly. Confused, Corva checked the messages origins and was surprised to find it coming from one of the expedition's chief lieutenants. She hadn't been expecting a report any time soon, had there been a development?

Opening the line, Corva answered. "Report, lieutenant."

The lieutenant's voice came through after a brief moment. "We've just gotten a report of something of critical information from the advanced scouts in the field, my lady." Was there something…off about the lieutenant's voice? It almost sounded as though it was being reverberated, as if he was speaking inside an empty and vast chamber. Hmm, perhaps her vox-link had been damaged at some point, she would have to bring her vox-caster to the tech-marines among her legion to check for any issues. "We believe that we've discovered the headquarters of one of the local guerilla forces. The coordinates are…" Corva's eyes widened as she listened. There was a possibility that the headquarters of one of the guerrilla factions had been discovered. If this was true, this could see the war severely shortened. "Good work, lieutenant. I'll begin investigating immediately. Corax out."

Corva's adamantium wings unfurled and she once more took to the skies. She left one of her captains to finish mopping up the aftermath of the battle while she pursued the newest lead. It was a bit foolish perhaps to go after the guerrillas on her own, but she was Primarch. It wasn't as if she actually needed a bodyguard. Besides, she really wanted this conflict over with. After about an hour or two of flying, Corva had reached roughly around the area where the coordinates led. It was deep in one of 27-5's many, massive forests. With trees as tall and as thick as towers stretching up to the heavens. She was just about to start searching in earnest when something just out the corner of her eye slithered past. Spinning around, Corva was surprised to see nothing there. She was ready to dismiss it when it happened again. Something with a long tail once again brushed past just out of her line of sight. "What this hell?" What was going on? She glanced around the forest again and once again, she found absolutely nothi-

"Hey there."

Corva Corax would never ever confess to being startled, but that was perhaps the closest she had ever come to it in some time. Standing right in front of her where she was completely certain there had been just empty air before was…well, she wasn't sure just what it was. It looked like a man, an admittedly rather handsome man at that, but it was wrong. It had light purple skin that stretched over its muscular form. Its eyes were dark pits of onyx, not unlike Corva's own. Itt had horns too. A pair of large bull-like horns and a tail with a spade-shaped tip and hands with six-fingers. Strangest of all, it had wings. Not replica of wings like Corva's or even true, feathered wings like Sanguinia. The thing had a pair of large, leathery wings keeping it level with Corva dozens of feet in the air.

As Corva took in Baren's form, the daemon prince happily returned the favor. Corva Corax was a hauntingly beautiful sight to watch. Her pitch-black and shining silver armor unfortunately kept him from fully appreciating her figure, but that would change soon. Instead, he focused on her face and was not disappointed. Her pale, angelic face with its dark eyes and cupid-bow lips was framed by a curtain of midnight-black hair. Those same lips frowned at him in distaste.

"There were no reports of xenos inhabiting this planet."

Baren grinned, amused at the Primarch's silly little mistake. "Oh, I'm not a local," he corrected, circling around her like a predator circles its prey, all while she watched him warily. "My name's Baren. I'm just visiting, just like you." He paused briefly and shrugged. "Well, maybe not just like you. After all, you're here for business and I'm…" He took a moment to leer at Corva, licking his lips with her serpent-like tongue. "I'm here for pleasure."

The Raven Lady glared at him; she knew what that hungry look in his eyes meant. It wasn't exactly hard to guess just what kind of 'pleasure' this not-xeno wanted from her. Corva activated her power talons, she wasn't about to let him have her without a fight. "Try something," she growled, baring her talons. "and I promise that you won't live long enough to regret it." To her frustration, he only laughed.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to make promises that you can't keep?" He asked. Without even waiting for Corva's scathing reply, Baren shot forward. The daemon's sheer speed completely took the Primarch off-guard. Before Corva could even make a move to defend herself, Baren knocked her out of the air and pressed her up against one of the massive trees surrounding them. Pinned to the tree, Corva could only glare up at the smirking daemon, his towering frame even taller than even her. Snarling, she tried to rip into him with her power talons, only for him to grab her wrists and pin them above her. He worked his unknown magics, and Corva watched in dismay as her taloned gauntlets came apart, falling far to the ground below. The rest of her armor soon followed, piece by piece they each came undone, left to drift down to the forest floor, until Corva was dressed in nothing but her black bodysuit.

Baren happily took in the sight, the form fitting bodysuit tightly hugged Corva's voluptuous body, doing far more for her large breasts and wide hips than her armor had. "Enjoy yourself, bastard," Corva hissed. "I'm going to kill you the second I get the chance."

The daemon rolled his eyes. "Relax," he muttered. Opening his mouth, he breathed a thick, pink mist into the air. The second Corva breathed in the fog, something in her shifted. She gasped, as her nipples hardened, and a wetness grew between her thighs. Something warm sprouted in her belly and went further down to her core. She arched her back, unintentionally offering up her busty chest up to the lustful daemon. Baren gleefully took Corva up on her offer, ripping open her bodysuit with one clawed hand, letting her massive tits spill forward into his waiting grip.

"G-guh!" Corva moaned out unintentionally, whatever musk she had inhaled had made her extremely sensitive. Baren was quick to take advantage of this. As Corva moaned and whimpered in his grip, he eagerly lavished attention on her quaking tits. She gasped and hissed as his long tongue slowly lapped away at her pale cleavage, flicking and toying with her stiff nipples. "Get off me, g-get your nasty mouth off of me." She begged. Baren smirked and dragged his teeth across her breasts, leaving her breathless. Corva writhed and squirmed, desperate to get this naughty demon's mouth away from her huge tits. All she could do was take it, he was stronger than her and wasn't going to stop until he had his fill of her tits. By the time he finally pulled away, Corva's big shivering breasts were covered in saliva and bite marks, heaving up and down as she gasped for breath. Her legs were dripping with unwanted desire and Baren's cock throbbed as he prepared to finally take Corva for himself.

Pulling the Primarch towards him, Corva was forced to fling her arms around Baren's broad shoulders as the daemon stepped back from the branch and hovered high into the air. The fall wouldn't be able to kill her, but that didn't mean she looked forward to it. As she clung to her tormenter, Corva could feel his giant, throbbing cock pressed up against her traitorously wet pussy. All that was keeping him from plundering her cunny was the thin material of her bodysuit. It wasn't to last. Pulling his big cock out, Baren pressed the tip to Corva's wet, hidden entrance and pushed. Corva's grip on the daemon tightened as he slowly dragged her down onto his massive cock. "Ah…ah…AHHN! Corva wailed pitifully as she was taken balls deep on Baren's cock.

Gripping Corva by her soft, thick thighs, Baren began eagerly bouncing the moaning Primarch up and down his cock. "Hnngh, fuaah…! Corva squealed as Baren thrusted his hips into hers, driving his relentless cock into her womb again, again, again! She clawed at his back, squirmed and writhing, pressing her curvy body against his solid muscular one as she was absolutely ruined. Baren pulled his hands away from her legs before bringing them down onto her fat asscheeks with a harsh SMACK, leaving them wobbling as her pussy clenched with desire.

Quick as a flash, Baren seized Corva by her long, dark hair, pulling her head back until she was forced to look him in the eyes. "You make such sweet sounds," he taunted, his long, forked tongue slithering out to lap at her sweating face. "You sound more like a songbird than some croaking raven." His tongue pulled away from the side of her face to instead slip inside her gaping mouth. Her tongue tried in vain to push the invader out, but was beaten down, letting Baren explore Corva's tight little mouth to his heart's content.

"Mmmph, mmm, mph-gah!" Corva gasped as he finally pulled away from her mouth, a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips. "You fucking bastard!"

Baren licked his lips, savoring her taste on his tongue. "Maybe next time you'll be more careful before wandering off on your own." Tightening his grip on Corva, he slammed her up and down his cock. He gave himself to the unrelenting bliss, threw himself into their rutting with brutal, sweat-flinging thrusts, each time causing Corva's ass to bounce and jiggle. Each CLAP and SMACK of colliding flesh caused Corva's vision to whiten with bliss. Without thinking, she started to move her hips. Even the slightest movement caused a spasm of pleasure that made her squeak and tremble. Her ass shifted from side to side, stirring the base of Baren's cock all while she glared at him furiously as understanding finally dawned on her.

"You! You...nngh, you fucking tricked me!" She panted over his mouth. "You fucking, you despicable...nnhhah!" Her eyes glazed over, and at long last she gave into her desire: squeezing herself against Baren as she HAMMERED her hips up and down as insane speed, galloping her asscheeks from the tip of his massive, throbbing spire to its base, jostling his hefty balls with smacks and claps of her fine ass. "Ah..! Ahn.."

Baren grunted and grinned, dragging his face up Corva's cheek and biting her ear. "Yep, what are you going to do about it?" He was on the brink, groaning and snarling, panting for air... before he hunched even deeper over Corva, clutched her hips and came inside her. The pleasure was all-consuming, mind-wiping, leaving poor Corva panting like an animal as she came to her own climax. She shuddered in his lap as she squirted like a broken faucet all over his thighs. Muted little moans slipped from her drooling mouth as she was slowly bounced up and down Baren's messy cock, simply unable - mentally or physically - to stop the daemon from using her as a toy. Suddenly, she heard noises from down below, sounding like voices. "Ah...wh-what..?"

Looking over Baren's broad shoulder, Corva's eyes widened in horror as a small squad of rebel soldiers passed by under them. The five guerillas were surrounding her discarded armor, completely oblivious the named and fucked-silly enemy commander a hundred feet above them. She looked at Baren in dismayed bewilderment. The daemon prince only grinned. "Surprise."

"B-but...but you lied!" Corva whisper-stammered, desperate not the let the enemies below them hear her. Baren kept his smug smirk.

"The best lies always have an element of truth in them, Songbird. Like say, instead of a rebel headquarters, a rebel safehouse and resupply depot was near those coordinates I gave you." He leaned in again, pressing his lips against Corva's ear. "Better not let them see us, won't be good for the war effort if the enemy saw you cumming your brains out."

Corva blanched. Flinging herself against her torment, she focused and both her and Baren disappeared from view, invisible to all outside observance. 

Baren raised an eyebrow. "Neat trick," he said, before lifting Corva up and RAMMING her back onto his cock. He dug his hands into Corva's supple cheeks and pulled them toward his pelvis as he sped up, using his leverage to fuck her as deep as he could. His cock barely pulled back: he just stirred his hips in tight ruts, enjoying the feeling of her insides wrapped around his pole while she whimpered and gasped and shuddered in throes of whorish ecstasy, desperate to not let the enemy hear her debasement. Unknown to Corva was that the rebels wouldn't be hearing anything ever again. As Baren ravished Corva above them, a veritable tide of white snakes appeared from the brush, biting and hissing at the panicked rebels, their knife-like teeth dripping with potent venom. After a while, the rebels were all dead and the snakes slithered off, never to be seen again. In the air, Baren kept pumping Corva's spasming cunt, clobbering her pussy until her eyes rolled back into her head. 

He was close now, his cock swelling inside Corva and bulging out her belly. He was speeding up, panting for air as he ravaged the busty demigoddess pressed against him, flattening those pale tits, brutalizing her until…!

"UNNGH~!" Baren growled through clenched teeth, and bucked forward one more time – delivering a resounding, balls-deep CLAP to Corva's helpless cunt – before letting loose. His balls clenched up, his back arched, and he unleashed a red-hot load of daemonic cum into Corva's virgin-womb – flooding her to the brink! Corva could only grip Baren's body with all her might, writhing against him as she was bred, the experience unlike anything she'd ever imagined. She howled into his mouth, her moans muffled by their deep and passionate kiss. Her nails drew blood, but Baren was too deep in his own pleasure to notice. A line of seed dribbled out of her pussy as he slowly withdrew - and that dribble became a flood when his cockhead popped out from her clenching petals. "Huuuhn...moooore..." she crooned. Baren grinned in triumph; this slut was broken just like her the twins before her. He slowly lowered them both to the ground, letting Corva fall to the ground in a sweaty, blissed-out heap. Idly, almost without thought, he grabbed Corva by her hair and slid his slimy, cum-covered cock into her waiting mouth, letting his new pet songbird clean him off. Just like before, the symbol of Slaanesh appeared on the primarch's body, this time just above her wrist. At the same time, the raven of the 19th legion appeared on Baren's arm, right above the Hydra of the Alpha Legion, sealing his ownership of Corva.

"The rebel's hideout is 25 miles north-west of here, hidden about 15 miles underground. The entrance is a false tree made from a local material your scanners can't recognize yet." Let it never be said he wasn't a generous master. Helping her end this conflict might warm Corva up to him yet. That is, if she wasn't so out of it that she forgot what he just said.

He shrugged, she was a Primarch, she'll be fine.