What if the Primarchs were Women?

Since the end of the Unification Wars some 200 Terran years ago, the Imperium of Mankind and its Great Crusade has claimed or reclaimed world after world in the name of its Empress. Some of these worlds had never seen the rise of intelligent life and were swiftly colonized. Others had once been a part of the ancient and forgotten human empires and federations before the infamous Old Night and were reclaimed in the name of humanity undivided. And some still were home to intelligences not human, being the worlds of alien civilizations that the Imperium could not abide and such worlds were claimed by right of conquest and their native xenos inhabitants killed to the last. In recent times, the Imperium of Man could boast to having near a million worlds under its banner, cementing its status as the greatest human empire that had ever been. Yet among these millions of worlds, there exists a select few that for whatever reason have been declared unobtainable. Whether through an inhospitable environment beyond even the most lethal of death worlds, or a civilization too powerful to be taken and too dangerous to be allowed to live, certain worlds have been declared forsaken and have suffered the dreaded act of Exterminatus.

Exterminatus, as the name implied, was to render a planet near inhospitable to any and all forms of life. It was to forsake an entire world and to condemn it a spectacular and gruesome death, whether through virus bombing, orbital bombardment, or cyclonic torpedoes, these worlds would never see another living soul for countless millennia. Such an act was never to be done lightly and can only be performed under the rarest and most extreme of circumstances. Only the Empress of Mankind or one of her 18 Primarch daughters had the authority to sanction such an act. Not even Ullanor, home to perhaps the greatest Ork Empire to have ever existed had warranted such a fate.

And yet among the damned planets that had been subject to weaponized Armageddon, there existed a single world whose only crime had been an excess of loyalty.

Khur had at one time been an immensely beautiful world. A place of sun-kissed deserts, verdant river valleys, and golden beaches lapped by azure oceans. It was a planet home to a thriving human civilization, one of the small hidden oases of order and prosperity that survived the Old Night. It had also been the first planet to be reclaimed by Aurora Aurelian, Primarch of the 17th Astartes Legion – the Word Bearers. Once, long ago, the 17th had been known as the Imperial Heralds, tasked with spreading the Imperial Truth – the creed of the Empress of Mankind herself – a message of order, progress, and secularism. When Aurora had been reunited with her legion, however, the message changed. Gone were the words of secularism and impiety, replaced by a new creed, one that spread the worship of the Imperium's Empress as the God of Mankind. The Heralds of the Imperial Truth were no more and in their place were the Bearers of the Good Word as penned in Aurora's magnum opus: the Lectitio Divinitatus.

"Rejoice, for I bring you glorious news. God walks among us."

Pious and dutiful Aurora had saw her mother as a Goddess among mortals and went to work spreading her new faith among the stars. Khur had been the first world to be graced with the newly penned Imperial Creed. In three years, Aurora and her daughters had painstakingly converted each and every citizen into faithful servants of their Goddess and in eight, they had built a monument to her. If Terra was Jerusalem, then Khur would be Byzantium. A temple city would be constructed befitting Aurora's vision, a beautiful, golden metropolis christened Monarchia. For near 200 years, Monarchia would stand as a glorious testament to the future of the Imperium of Man, as defined by Aurora.

Unfortunately for the Primarch of the 17th, she had misinterpreted her mother's designs.

Taking a planet was not necessarily a hard thing to do, especially for an empire of such resources and loyal bodies as the Imperium. With soldiers numbering in the thousands of millions, the superhuman space marines, and the technological wonders of the Mechanicum of Mars, the Imperium could take even the most stubborn and hazardous worlds in a matter of months. Converting a world on the other hand, that took time. A certain recovery time was allocated to the Primarchs following a successful conquest. Most simply left an occupying force of soldiers and bureaucrats to oversee reconstruction, while others such as Romilly Guilliman and Regalia Dorn, did not leave a planet until infrastructure and order had not only been restored, but optimized. Aurora, on the other hand, did not leave until every citizen had converted to her faith, a process that could take decades at a time. The Empress had repeatedly ordered her 17th daughter to cease her evangelizing and return to spreading the Imperial Truth and each time Aurora dismissed her mother's reprimanding as humility and a test of faith.

Monarchia had been the final straw. The Empress of Mankind had recalled her errant daughter to her holy city, alongside her entire legion. There, a lesson of obedience was to be taught. Under an assault of psychic energy, Aurora and her legion had been forced to bend the knee and watch helplessly as her golden city, her Byzantium, be razed to its foundation by the Romilly and her Ultramarines, as Sodom and Gomorrah were razed before it. Khur was left an empty husk of its former self, and the Empress left Aurora stewing in her humiliation, kneeling in the burning ashes of her life's work.

It was on this empty shell of a planet, in the still warm ashes of Monarchia that the Daemon Prince Baren stood, very frustrated. Throwing up his arms in exasperation, the Daemon called out to the silent, dead world. "Where the hell is she?" Baren was not having a good time right now, and for a Slaaneshi worshiper, not having a good time for any amount of time was nothing short of hell itself. After his little tryst with Vulkana on Nocturne, he had immediately moved onto the next name on his list: Aurora Aurelian, Primarch of the Word Bearers and local religious nut. It should have been easy: find Aurora, have sex with Aurora, leave Aurora in an ahegaoed mess, move on to next Primarch, rinse and repeat. Except, for some goddamn reason, he had no idea where the Primarch was!

It wasn't for a lack of trying either. He had looked everywhere he could think of where Aurora would be. Her homeworld of Colchis had been a bust, so had previous worlds converted by the 17th legion. He had even visited the other expedition fleets – hidden of course – and had to restrain himself from just mauling the other Primarchs then and there until he was satisfied. He had a schedule to keep, damn it! The only place he could think of that he hadn't been was Terra itself and he wasn't about to go there, for a number of reasons. Even this far west of the Sol system he could feel the blinding glare of Revelation's astranomicon, pulsing in the void like a lighthouse.

Baren sighed in frustration. Going back to the Goddess a failure was not an option. So, that left him with only one option. And he hated it.

-

Within the writhing and tumultuous psychic sea that was the Immaterium, there existed a realm that even the ruinous powers of Chaos knew as a place of discord and mutation. This place was the realm of Tzeentch, Chaos God of Change and Manipulation, the Great Architect, the Changer of Ways. This was the Crystal Palace, surrounded by the Impossible Labyrinth. Within its inverted temporal stairs and geometric impossible passageways, the only way to safely navigate the Labyrinth was to hyper fixate on your desired destination. To do otherwise was to never see the maze's end.

On the edge of Tzeentch's pocket realm stood Baren. To enter the maze was to reveal his presence to the Raven God, but he had no other choice. He stepped within and thought of just what – or rather who – he was looking for.

Show me the path to Kairos Fateweaver.

The swirling plasma walls of the Labyrinth shifted, and an entrance appeared. Baren stepped inside and continued down the path to the Fateweaver. As Baren walked the path, he kept his eyes forward at all times, never allowing himself to be distracted or detained from his purpose. Alongside him, the walls shifted and transformed, showing images and offering promises. He ignored them and only kept marching until he finally reached the Fateweaver's library.

-

The Library of Kairos Fateweaver was exactly what one would imagine a wizard's lair to be. A towering spire made from the same blue warpstone as the rest of the Labyrinth. Baren could only hope he was here. If not within his library, then the Fateweaver would be at the side of Tzeentch himself, as an army of Horrors penned down his every mad word. Inside was a disorganized mess of books and scrolls, swimming through the air or resting on lopsided shelves.

"Fateweaver!" Baren called out into the tower. "Are you here? I have questions for you."

""We know you have questions, Tempter.""

From the distant rafters came the sound of fluttering wings soon followed by the Fateweaver himself. A Lord of Change, one of the Greater Daemons of Tzeentch, Kairos Fateweaver was towering bird-like humanoid with two heads. Though his body appeared old and feeble, Kairos was a magician rivalled only by the Sigillate and Revelation herself. Clutched in his hands was the Staff of Tomorrow, forged with the essence of lesser Lords of Change. The twin-headed daemon blinked owlishly at him, beaks clicking in distaste.

"Riiiight…" Baren drawled. "Listen, the boss has asked me to-"

""Hunt down and corrupt the daughters of the Anathema with sexual magics? Yes, we know."" Kairos interrupted.

…

...Baren slowly inhaled. "…I know…that you know." He continued brusquely. Gods, he hated talking to this guy. The only reason he didn't try and force the answers out of him was that he didn't need the Raven God's attention should he temporarily take out Tzeentch's Grand Vizier. "The problem is I-"

""Can't find the Aurelian daughter? Yes, we kno-""

"I KNOW! I know…that you know. I know-I get it. I got the concept." For a brief moment, Baren's form shifted. No longer a handsome man, but a raging chimaera with six writhing serpent tails for legs and six heads with the visages of bulls, rams, serpents, lions, dragons and men before returning to his more human form in a split-second. "Just…tell me where Aurora is, and I can leave." He hissed.

Kairos' heads twitched. ""Hmmph. Yes, we can tell you how to find the Anathema child. How, not where.""

Baren sharply inhaled. "…Fine."

""Resentment burns within the 17th. A mother's lesson gone wrong, adoration spurned, left as ash in the wind. Embers of heresy stoked by marvelous hands. The 17th searches for answers, led to the Fourfold path of discord. War, Change, Decay, Excess. She has waged war, brought about change, experienced despairing decay. Yet excess, indulgence of the senses, of pleasures denied, might change her mind. Two choices lie before the Aurelian. Two paths, one to ascension, the other to subjugation. She is caught at the crossroads; you will make her choice. Prophet or Concubine? Savior or Slave?""

"Ok, liking this so far."

""Yet, at crossroads, you are as well. Two locations left, neither less nor more possible than the other.""

The Left head spoke only. "The first choice lies behind, far into forgotten ages before the Apple of Discord was offered to three greedy goddesses. The Serpent Who Once Served the Owl, traded wisdom for the majesty of the Two-Headed Eagle. Servant and Equal. Deserter and Loyalist. Enemy and Lover. The 17th has returned home, hers and yours. A daughter returns to her mother, seeking understanding. A tool returns to its creator."

The Right head spoke this time. "The second lies forward, begins from the place of ascension. The virgin world of an empire hoping to be born anew. Corrupted, violated by the servant of a spurned goddess. A feast fed to an always hungry maw, rewarded with godhood. The Aurelian comes to the Serpent's nest. A novice seeks a teacher, desiring vindication. The prey walks into the predator's jaws, unknowing and innocent, ripe for the taking. The slave bares her neck for the master's chain."

Both heads spoke at once, finishing their premonition. ""Two choices: past and future, connected by the present.""

Baren stared at the Oracle, digesting the knowledge. Two choices, past and future. The past led to Terra and that immediately ruled it out. Hellas was long gone; he was one of the small few who still remembered it. Even if it was still there, so was Revelation. So that only left…

"My place?" he asked, bemused. "Why the hell is she at my place?"

The Lord of Change let out a croaking chuckle. ""We already told you. She seeks vindication. The 17th needs faith, without it, she is nothing. A single soul of trillions, wandering a vast, empty cosmos. Her need for the truth, for validation drives her into the comforting embrace of the serpent. Of you. A sweet word, a warm touch, and she will happily collar herself for you.""

"You're taking the Goddess's plans very well, I must admit."

Kairos grinned as much as he could, having beaks and all. ""We know more than even He. Yet, we did not foresee They. Should they take the lead in the Great Game, all the merrier. Victory will bore them in time, as it did the Aeldari who birthed them."

Baren shrugged. That was probably true. "Well, thanks I guess, you freak." He might've muttered that last part, but Kairos probably knew he said it.

""A warning, tempter. The Anathema cannot be deceived forever. She will learn and her wrath will be mighty. A mother's love is not to be tested."

The Daemon Prince snorted. "She doesn't love them. If she did, Aurora wouldn't be looking for me. They're tools, just as you said."

""Hmm. True, but favored tools, nonetheless. You court her temper with each of her daughters you claim.""

Baren just smirked, ripping open a portal back to his place. "Good."

It would be nice to see his favorite girl again.

-

'Baren's Place' as it happened, was a daemonworld caught between the Material and Immaterial worlds. Long ago, it had been one of the Aeldari Maiden Worlds, a terraformed paradise that awaited the return of the Eldars' empire. It had been inhabited by the Exodites, a splinter group of Eldar who forsook the trapping of advanced civilization in favor of a humbler way of living. Had being the key word. Centuries ago, Balen and his exalted hosts invaded and claimed the world in the name of She-Who-Thirsts, sacrificing the thousands of Eldar souls to her starving belly. It was this sacrifice that had earned Balen his ascension and he ruled the planet as God, rechristening it Epithymía in the process.

All of this was unknown to Aurora Aurelian as she exited the Warp portal, stepping onto the beautiful marble floor of a great acropolis built atop a mountain. The air was heavy with an intoxicating pink vapor and the sweet sounds of some string instruments accompanied the soft angelic voices of young women vocalizing. Before Aurora could take the time to process any of this, her personal space was almost immediately invaded by a Daemonette, one of the Lesser Daemons of Slaanesh.

This one had a distinctly more feminine form than the more hermaphroditic Daemonettes, she actually had two breasts and no evidence of male genitalia. She was also smiling. It was a very wide smile that was doing its best to appear friendly, but on a Daemonette, it only made her appearance more unnerving, not helped by the fact it flaunted her many, many sharp teeth.

"Hi!" The Daemon said, her voice creepily cheerful. "On behalf of Lord Balen, I welcome you to Epithymía. Welcome to paradise."

The Daemon kept her wide smile even as Aurora took a significant step back. This had to be a mistake. She completed her pilgrimage, she defeated the Bloodthirster. Why wasn't she back on her ship?

"What is this place?" She asked.

The Daemonette tilted her head, confused, but still smiling. "I already told you, silly. This is Epithymía. Paradise. Now, what would you like to do first? We have feasts, plays, sports, orgies, art classes, museums, hunting, gladiator arenas, tai chi, vivisection-"

"Stop, stop, stop." Aurora interrupted, rightly fearing that the Daemonette would continue her babbling if she didn't stop her. "This is a mistake. I'm not supposed to be here. I-"

 "Of course, you're supposed to be here, silly!" The Daemon said, giggling. "Where else would you want to be? Lord Baren's paradise is open to all who wish to indulge their desires and find their personal paradise. Now as I was saying, we have vivisections, lobotomies, flaying, cooking courses, sailing, golf, wrestling-"

"Would you please…stop. Talking." Aurora hissed, feeling dizzy. The Daemonette did so, still smiling. Aurora inhaled sharply. "I am not here for pleasure. I'm trying to get back to my ship, I have important work to do on behalf of the Gods and-"

"Oohhh! I get it. My apologies, Primarch Aurora, I hadn't realized. How silly of me." Aurora was really beginning to both hate this Daemon and the word 'silly'. To the point that she barely registered that the motor-mouthed Daemon somehow already knew her name "Yes, upper management told me you would be here soon. Don't worry, we'll make sure you're back on your way in no time. Now, I am Relaari, I am the majordomo of Epithymía, and I will be your guide until Lord Baren's return."

"I don't have time to wait for Lord Baren, I need to return to my legion now." Aurora insisted emphatically, trying desperately to get through to this air-headed Daemon bimbo. To her consternation, Relaari only giggled.

"Of course, you have time, silly. We're in the Warp, we have all the time in the world." Aurora glared murderously at the Daemon and for a moment, her incessant smile faltered. Though, it was more out of fear that she was being a bad hostess than any fear for her life. "Rest assured, Primarch Aurora. Lord Baren will be back soon."

"And when is 'soon', exactly?" Auror gritted out.

Relaari was about to respond with something along the lines that – in the Warp - 'soon' could be anywhere between ten minutes and ten decades when a portal opened up in front of her and Aurora, with Lord Baren stepping out quickly after.

Relaari turned toward the gaping Primarch. "Apparently soon's right now."

Baren gave the ladies a million-dollar smile. "Primarch Aurora, my apologies for the delay. I hope sweet Relaari here has made your time comfortable."

The Daemonette interjected before Aurora could get a word in. "Oh, yes sir, Lord Baren. I was just telling Primarch Aurora about all the available activities here."

The Daemon Prince smiled fondly at his lieutenant. "Excellent work, Relaari." He affectionately patted the lesser daemon on the head, and Relaari squeed gleefully, eagerly leaning into her master's touch. "Now get of here, you scamp." He said, smacking the Daemonette on her prodigious rear. Relaari giggled playfully and scampered off, swinging her hips as she did.

Turning toward the staring Primarch, Baren shrugged haplessly. "You'll have to forgive Relaari, she's something of a people pleaser. Now, what can I do for you, Aurora?"

Aurora once again sharply inhaled, unknowingly breathing in more and more of the aphrodisia. "Lord Baren," she began diplomatically, not noticing the Daemon's leering gaze on her hips and bust, not well hidden under her robes. "I am trying to return to my legion so I can spread the good word of Chaos to humanity, can you please send me home now?"

"Oh, come now, Aurora." The Daemon playfully chastised, wrapping an arm around Aurora's wide hips and pulling her close to her chest. His broad…strong chest, Aurora was noticing. "You've been on this pilgrimage for 40 years now, a brief rest won't hurt."

"I must insist, I need to-" Aurora frowned. "Wait, 40 years? But I haven't been gone that long!"

Baren blinked. "There's a…time dilation? Thing…Look don't worry about it. What's important is that you're here now. Why not relax, indulge yourself?"

They walked as they talked and Auror stoically tried to keep her eyes forward and ignore the open sexual acts being committed along the way. Around them on both sides, Baren's followers, men, women, and daemons were going at it in the open, unashamed. Aurora felt her face heat up as the gagging sound of a Daemonette caught in a blowbang between three well-endowed men reached her ears. Baren grinned hungrily down at her, imagining the big titted Primarch surrounded by three of him, trying to pretend she wasn't eager for it.

After a couple of minutes of walking, the pair reached Baren's private chambers. Auror seemed relieved to finally be away from all the fornication, the naïve thing. He couldn't lie, he was going to enjoy educating Aurora. She reminded him of all the sweet and innocent nuns and priestesses he's corrupted over the years. Completely unaware that their bombshell bodies and wholesome natures only drew in people like him.

Baren summoned two couch-like klines for them to relax on. Aurora sat upright, unaware of how her straight posture pushed out her massive chest. Baren, on the other hand, leaned back languidly. "Tell me, Primarch Aurora, what do you think of Epithymía?"

"It is very…physical, my lord." Aurora answered, her cheeks red. Baren quietly chuckled. She was adorable. Aurora twitched. "My lord, I need to return to my legion if I am to save the Imperium from the Empress's lie."

"Yes, I k- I've heard about that. Strange, really, you were your mother's biggest cheerleader and now you've changed your mind?"

Aurora's expression darkened at the mention of her mother. "I'd prefer not to talk about her, my lord." she muttered bitterly.

"Apologies if I offended you, Primarch Auror. I was simply taken aback, the resemblance between you is uncanny." It truly was, too. The same passionate, calculating eyes. The lightly tanned skin, the aquiline nose. The only difference was the hair. Auror was white and kept hers in a practical bob. Revelation had always preferred her hair to be dark and wild. It was only aspect of her she allowed free of some sense of control and order.

In any case, Aurora clearly didn't care much for the comparison. "Yes, I've been told that more than once." she admitted. Frowning, she looked at him curiously. "Er, 'cheerleader' my lord? I'm not sure that I'm familiar with the term."

Baren grinned wolfishly. "Imagine them as acrobats of a sort, who perform during sports for the benefit of the spectators. They danced, sang, and general raised investment in the game. I recall them dressing something like this."

The daemon snapped his fingers, and, in an instant, Aurora's plain grey robes vanished, replaced by a scanty two-piece ensemble of burgundy and silver. Her giant tits were barely restrained by a far too small tank top, blatantly flaunting her creamy cleavage and underboob. The words 'Word Bearers' were printed on the front, though stretched to near-illegibility by her bust, as well as a silver 17 emblazoned on the back. Slung low on her wide hips was a strip of fabric that could only be very generously described as a skirt, as it did nothing to keep her thick thighs and panties from being displayed.

Aurora eeped at being so exposed, and tried desperately to flatten down her skirt to keep her panties from Baren's hungry gaze, unknowingly squeezing her mammoth tits between her arms. The daemon swore he could hear the fabric strain to keep her breasts from spilling out.

"My lord, this is highly inappropriate!" Aurora exclaimed, biting her lip as her face flushed a bright red.

"Hmm, true. You are more the nun type, aren't you?"

With another click of his fingers, the cheerleader outfit disappeared and was replaced with a burgundy and silver nun's habit, complete with coif headpiece. The robes covered up her body far more than the previous dress, but was three sizes to small. The red material hugged her body and proudly showed off her hourglass figure.

"My lord, stop this!" Baren supposed Aurora's outcry was intended to sound commanding, but instead came out as a scandalized whine. Not helping matters was the fact that her face was nearly the same shade as the outfit. Still, he acquiesced. With another snap, the nun's habit was gone, and Aurora was once more in her grey and gold robes, though he had taken the liberty of modifying them a little. Aurora seemed too relieved to be back in her own clothes to notice that they should not have revealed so much cleavage or that the hem did not originally stop a few inches above her knees.

"Just a little jest, Primarch Aurora, surely you understand?"

Aurora huffed and crossed her arms underneath her bountiful chest. "With all respect, my lord, I do not find your jests very amusing." Shifting in her seat, she continued. "My lord, I must insist that I be returned to real-space. I must continue the work of the Gods."

Baren waved away her concerns. "Ah, work. It seems to me that you've done more than enough work for several lifetimes. Come, enjoy yourself. Tell me, what is your favorite fruit?"

"My lord-" Aurora began, but Baren was tired of her protests.

"Hush." He ordered and Auror fell silent immediately, a spattering of red across her cheeks. "Now, your favorite fruit, Aurora?"

The Primarch was quiet for a moment, but relented when she realized that Baren was not going to budge on the matter. "Pomegranates, my lord." she finally answered, sullenly. Baren smiled.

"A favorite of mine as well." Again, the daemon snapped, and a bowl of pomegranates appeared at Aurora's side. The Primarch picked one up and examined it, trying to find something to nitpick, some flaw she could point out and rub in Baren's smug, handsome face for no reason other than petty spite. It was useless, however. The fruit was vibrant red and perfectly plump and cracking it open revealed a treasure of juicy, red seeds. She sulkily picked a few and popped them into her mouth, only for her eyes to widen almost immediately.

A low moan escaped Aurora's throat and eyes closed slowly, savoring the taste of the pomegranate. Baren watched her display, enjoying how the juice stained her lips a glossy red. His tail casually reached forward and gently wrapped itself around Aurora's exposed calf, rubbing up and down. The Primarch absentmindedly spread her legs a little, allowing the spade tip of his tail to brush against her inner thigh.

Aurora pressed her fingers to her lips, tasting the juice staining them. Her eyes flickered open and met Baren's burning gaze. His grin widened a little as a drop of juice fell from her lips and landed on her cleavage. "I take it they are to your liking?" He teased.

Aurora's face once again went red. "My lord…" She began weakly. Her breath came out in short, shallow, burst. Why was it so hot in here? She absently tugged at the collar of her robes; a hint of areola now exposed. Had…had Baren always been so close? She couldn't remember. She couldn't think!

"Why are you so reluctant to indulge yourself, Aurora?" Baren asked. His tail continued to rub her leg, the tip flicking to and fro, ever closer to her sweet, hidden cunny. "This place, it is dedicated to the indulgence of the senses, to taste, hearing, sight, smell…touch.  To deny it in this place would offend Slaanesh. You wouldn't want that would you, Aurora?"

"Of course not!" Aurora said immediately. "B-but I, my sisters and I…we're supposed to be above such things."

Baren chuckled. Yes, she was a lot like her mother. "Above such things? You sound as though these things are wrong, when they are in fact integral to life. Sleeping, eating…fucking…these are all integral to life. You want to be free of your mother, Aurora, but you're still acting the way she wants you to act. Lifeless, obedient, repressed little automatons who do as she says with a snap of her fingers. But that's not what you are, Aurora, do you want to know what you are?"

Aurora stared up at him, chest heaving, terrified and desperate for his answer.

"You're a slut."

The Primarch's eyes widened at the accusation. She had heard the word used as an insult, but the way Baren said it, he made it sound like a compliment! She stood up and pointed at him defiantly. "I-I am not!"

"Sure, you are," Baren said. "You, Aurora Aurelian, are a big titted, horny slut, and I can even prove it." With that, Baren undid his belt and soon his pants fell away. Aurora tried pulling back, but she was unable to look away. Baren had revealed his massive cock to the innocent bimbo before him.

"T-Terra," Aurora gasped, her face burning red.

"Here, touch it, Aurora. Touch my big hard cock." Baren taunted. He took Aurora's shaking hand and wrapped it around her throbbing rod. The Primarch whimpered as her fingers circled around the cock, feeling its weight and heat. Aurora was silent, and Baren watched how awed she was by being in such close proximity with his enormous cock. She chewed her lower lip, the lust clear in her expressive eyes. Her nipples were throbbing underneath her robes, as she gasped a few panicked breaths, her mammoth breasts were being pushed out, bursting to escape her tight outfit, eager to be exposed to the scheming daemon. He knew this bitch though she was an enlightened prophet, but he would strip her of all that and leave her a drooling, submissive size-queen bending to his will.

Eventually, Aurora broke herself out of her reverie and looked back at him, trying and failing to seem defiant despite her flushed face. "S-so? This doesn't prove anything! Just because you have a…a big hard cock…d-doesn't mean that I'm a slut!"

Baren chuckled and stepped closer, looming over the Primarch. "Sure, it does," he answered. You know why?" He leaned in close, lips inches away from Aurora's panting, juice-stained lips. "Because you're still jerking me off."

Aurora eyes widened and she looked down, stunned to see that now both of her hands were wrapped around Baren's huge cock, stroking it eagerly. She looked up at Baren with her big, doe eyes.

"Oh no." she said softly, immediately knowing her fate. Despite her reservations, despite her hesitance, she just knew how this was gonna end. She knew she was about to be sweet-talked into doing some VERY bad things. She knew deep down her tight pure pussy was going to be ravished.

And like any ravisher, Baren knew Aurora's pussy was his for the taking. He gently pushed down on Aurora's shoulders until her shaking knees gave way, leaving her kneeling before him, looking up at the throbbing cock in her hands.

Aurora looked up at him with her big eyes, emotional, not sure what to do. Her mother had effectively and succinctly torn apart the faith Aurora had in her, the thing she drew the most strength from. Aurora had been left to defend herself and Baren was all too happy to exploit that, until it led to this, her sitting here with the daemon's huge cock pointed right at her face. She didn't know what to do. There were so many swirling emotions. Swirling desires. Should she run away, or should she suck it down to the root? If only she had someone to help her out. To tell her what she should do. To guide her, guide her scattered mind. She looked so fraught. So beaten down.

Baren almost felt bad for having his giant dick inches from her cute mouth, poised to fuck her roughly. Almost.

"I know what you should do. I know what you need to do." He said, his voice silky smooth.

"You do?" Aurora asked, like the inexperienced girl she was. Unknowingly, in her kneeling position, she was maintaining perfect poster, pushing out her enormous jugs towards the evil man, begging for his approval.

"Yes, I do, Aurora. I know you want to be a whore. Desperately. You're built for it. I mean, look at those tits! You're meant for it." Baren said. Aurora looked up at him, mouth unknowingly agape as she listened to him cutting her apart.

"You've sacrificed so much, dear, just to get your mother to notice you. You waste time converting worlds and spreading your faith. If you wanted devotion, you should've just flashed your tits and all those emperors and warlords would have joined the Imperium in a heartbeat. You want to, don't you? You don't want to so covered up and hidden, ashamed. You want to show off those tits, show off that hot ass. You want to show off your juicy tits and hot body and get people to worship you."

"No. It's not true." Aurora whispered, breathing hard, licking her lips, eating up his harsh judgement.

"Just think of the pleasure you gave up to hide your true self. You should be strutting your stuff, shaking your hot ass and huge tits. A woman with those tits could have had any life she desired. Imagine if you were just honest with yourself. About what you truly are."

"What am I?" Aurora asked. Baren smiled, his tail flicking away at her sopping pussy as her hands eagerly served his throbbing cock.

"Aurora, you're a slut. The worst kind of slut, a total size-queen who wants to find the biggest cocks to fuck. That's why you're heard. That's why Slaanesh brought you to me. Aurora, you need to become my personal whore. You need to be a whore for me, to spread the word of Slaanesh amongst your sisters and the Imperium. To remind humanity of the simple joys of carnal delights and human hungers. All you need to care about is pleasure. Your pleasure is mine, and mine is yours."

"No." Aurora gasped.

"You did as I said even when it annoyed you because you wanted me to tell you what to do. You saw me and immediately knew I was the man who could treat you like the whore you are."

"No." She pleaded.

"It's true. You fantasized about being submissive, you little slut! You dreamed of it, but you were ashamed of it. So ashamed you rejected it because that was what mommy wanted. Rejected it until the moment you met me."

"Please." Aurora pleaded, begging him to stop.

"The moment where you give up all pretenses, where you give up the façade of being an enlightened prophet and you become a submissive whore, that's what you're dreaming about. All I have to do is give the order, one order, that you have no choice but to comply with because it is in your nature. In your blood. You're a whore, Aurora. Accept it and you will never be the same. And all I have to do is say four simple words." Baren said, smiling smugly.

"Please don't," Aurora begged, terrified he was right.

Was Aurora a prophet or a slut?

"Suck my cock, slut!" Baren ordered.

Aurora gave another low whimper…and obeyed. She lowered her head, opened wide and wrapped her lips around his cockhead in a suckling vacuum-seal. "Mmp…schlp…schlp…" Her big eyes widened as Baren's cock was pushed into her warm mouth. So much for evangelizing, that was done with for now. Instead, the only sound coming from Aurora's mouth was the slick Gaghk Gaghk Gaghk Baren's cock pistoning in and out. The ring of her lips met the ring of her fingers, the hot suckling 'O' drawing inch after inch in, until his balls slapped against her chin. A hot shudder raced through her, as she tried to share the intensity of the sensation that coursed through her!

"Schlucckkkkkk!"

"Mmmmfffff!"

Just then, she tensed as Baren pushed his fingers through her beautiful, white locks and grasped it possessively, filling his fist with her perfect hair, securing a tight grip. "Relax your jaw," he said in a deep, stern tone, leaving the little prophet no option but to obey. Her eyes blurred — then snapped to focus as Baren yanked her head forwards and thrust his hips at the same time. Her jaw jolted, her neck bloated, and she GLUARKED around fifteen inches of dense, burly cock! He rammed his entire cock down her throat in one pump, slapping his pelvis against her lips and causing drool to splatter through the air. Her tits bounced violently on her chest, her other nipple slipping free of its restraints — and as her robes slipped down to her belly, her huge, delicious breasts started to dance, bounce, and jiggle freely in the open air. She glrrrked against the base of his dick, drool pouring down over Baren's pulsing balls as she gazed up at him. Helplessly speared on his dick, Aurora could do little but clutch his hips and surrender herself to his whims. He kept tugging on her hair, basking in the sensation of her hot throat rippling, clenching, and kneading every last inch of his veiny cockmeat His knees squeezed her tits together briefly, and then he pushed her up his cock, her lips leaving a trail of slime as they slid along his awesome shaft, until just his thick, pink cockhead was in her mouth — the same cockhead that had, just a few seconds later, been inside her actual stomach. She gagged pitifully, her lips stuck to Baren's monstercock, eyes wavering as she stared up its immense, spit-soaked length. "Gghh—" GUCK, GUCK, GUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GUCK, GLUORK--!

Aurora's eyes rolled back, her shoulders hiking into sharp steeples as Baren squeezed her hair in both hands and went to down on her slutty throat. He barged his hips back and forth, back and forth, slam-fucking her gullet with all the strength he could conjure. He made Aurora's tits bounce around wildly between his legs as he madly stuffed every last inch of his oversized dick down her gullet, again and again and again! She gagged and spat pathetically, unable to stop the assault — and if she could, would she have wanted to? Her heart hammered in her chest. Despite how overwhelming this all was, a thought occurred to the bubbling slush that once resembled her mind: they were made for each other.

GLUCK, SCHGLUCK, SCHGLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK~! Aurora's sweet lips pushed in and out of her mouth as Baren facefucked her at full-force, his balls smacking her chin and neck repeatedly. He twisted her hair around his fists, each twist signifying a ramping-up of his pleasure, until his knuckles scraped her scalp and finally, he let out a desperate snarl of bliss. He rooted himself balls-deep in Aurora's throat, hunched over her head, and exploded a thick tide of fertile jizz straight into her stomach! She tensed and flexed her toned figure as he trembled against her, wrapping her arms around his waist and smooching the base of his dick like her life depended on it, rippling her gullet with what little degree of control she could exert. "Glggh..."

At last, Baren uttered another deep groan and pushed her back by the forehead, freeing his dick from her throat's tight grip all in one slurrrrching motion. She stared at the goo-webbed monstercock throbbing in front of her, not losing a bit of its size despite the massive load he'd just fired inside her. She coughed, and watched the ropes that connected his cockhead to her lips wobble and snap. She licked around her lips slowly, her long tongue painting a gradual circle before retreating back into her mouth. She touched her stomach. "Ungh..."

She whimpered as Baren stood over her, his cock still hard.

"Bend over."

When Baren pressed his cockhead against Aurora's tight pussy, she whimpered and clenched her teeth together. Her face was bright red as He slapped her thick asscheeks to make them bounce, sending a jolt through Aurora's entire body, making her shoulders tense and her breasts rock, as she rose up even higher on her tiptoes. Then he secured a tight grip on her waist and leaned over the trembling slut, getting ready to breed her wet pussy.

"Welcome to the faith, my little whore."

W-wait, what are youHNNNNGH!"

He nudged forward and the tightened entrance to Aurora's tunnel started to burn, valiantly resisting the foreign intruders trying to squeeze their way inside as he moaned and she grit her teeth from the pain, groaning desperately as the sensation robbed the breath in her lungs and the words from her throat.

"Mmmft, good! HNGH! GOOD! GIRL! Nice, and… tight!"

He shunted forward and Aurora's body instinctively tried to reel back as she squealed through gritted teeth only to feel Baren's hand return to the back of her skull as he pressed down and slammed her into the couch.

"Face down, ass UP!" He crowed, salivating at the way her tunnel tried to crush him like a vice while her muffled screech echoed out from below. "Like a good slut should be!"

Her arms flailed as he kept feeding inch after inch of his cock into her guts, leaning in over her back and feeling her pillowy backside cradle his abs while he moaned and squeezed harder on the back of her skull as her silky white hair slid through his fingers.

And for all of it Aurora couldn't breathe. Her vision was completely cut off, her voice couldn't make it out past the cushions and her own meagre, worn down strength was no match for Baren's trained muscles. All she could do was kneel there, feeling her hot pink nipples throb as that big hard cock slithered its way towards her womb, scraping along her tunnel and stretching her so far past her limits she feared she might rip as her hands beat helplessly up and down.

"That's it, keep SQUEEZING!" He ordered, taking his hand off of her head and slamming it down on her plentiful rear with a thunderous 'SMACK' that caused her entire backside to shake from side to side while the force rippled throughout her flesh.

She did, what else could she do aside from what he said and start working the muscles in her core to massage his cock, not realizing his hand had left her skull as it trudged all the way up her cunt before burying itself against the gates of her cervix, his hot, titanic nuts swinging forward to smack her pussy on the lips as he threw his head back and moaned at the feeling encompassed all the way to his balls.

It was only after he'd rested their, basking in her innermost depths, and started to pull back that the electric sensation of the stretched, burning sensation in her cunt bleeding over into a mish mash of pleasure that Aurora reflexively spasmed and lifted her head up, eyes unseeing as she filled her lungs to the brim before crying out in rapturous agony as he rammed forward and pushed it all out again, his hips meeting her cheeks in the cacophonous 'SLAP' of two demigods coming together while she came so hard she saw stars!

He didn't stop to give her a break or let her ride out such a violent climax in peace, instead immediately setting to working his body back and forth as he sawed himself out of her cunt while she wailed like an alley cat. Every push saw him clapping against her rear and the couch frame shook as it caused her entire curvaceous body to jiggle, trapped in palace as she bit and clawed at the fabric while Baren drilled her guts, watched the pressurized pussy juice come exploding out around him and pulled back just to start the cycle all over again.

He was like a machine, tearing through her silky tunnel and molding it to his size as she fought to focus her eyes and look forward to a mirror, gurgling in the back of her throat as she saw a whore looking back, eyes all red and puffy with the couch fabric bit between her teeth and her dress flipped up over onto the small of her back. She caught the Baren's hungry face through the haze of pleasure which masked any sense of discomfort amongst her brain and without even attempting to second guess herself she arched her back further, lifting those wildly jiggling cheeks tanned red from the beating given by his hips higher up into the air, thinking that if she was going to be rutted into the dirt like some mangy bitch she might as well put on a good show.

Baren certainly noticed.

"Mmph, that's it, you fucking love that cock don't you? You think loose little slut pussy like this deserves to be fucked? WELL?!"

His hand came down on her other cheek this time with another slap that set her teeth on edge as Aurora screamed into the cushion and let loose and other gushing wave of pussy cream, soaking both of their thighs in her juices as his palm came down on the back of her neck and forced her to let go of her impromptu gag and respond.

"Yeeeeessss~" She wheezed, eyes rolling in her head as the unending 'SLAP-SLAP-SLAP' of his hips smacking her ass and his balls tapping her clit melted her brain into warm, fuzzy goop.

Her thighs started flexing and Aurora dined on the way his body responded to the movements of her hips, with every time she eagerly slammed her pussy back to gobble up his cock dragging out a lurid moan and an approving squeeze of the ass as he met her buck for buck before hunching forward and pouring the heated intensity of his gaze into her soul.

"Yes?! Yes this nasty, pathetic cum hole you call a pussy has no business being near my high class cock? Or yes, my new, greedy little prophet who barely even knows how to suck a cock likes being fucked on her hands and knees like a common bitch while her master beats her ass like a DRUM?!"

'SLAP!'

"BOTH!"

Her head rolled back and her tongue slipped out to wag between her lips as Aurora's mind short circuited and she felt the sweat dripping off his body to land on her back.

"Both both both both both-"

"Both what?!" He hissed.

"Both MASTER!"

Her walls spasmed around the cocks ruining her cunt as Baren hunched further forward, turning his gaze from her jiggling ass cheeks as they clapped against his stomach to instead look at the mirror where Aurora's tits had slipped free of her dress, the edge sliding down beneath both magnificent milk jugs which bounced against the cuck where they were being flattened against the mattress.

"Beg me, beg me to keep fucking the dirty, out-of-shape hole of some low born cretin or I might just pull out!"

"NO!" Her cry pierced the sounds of their rutting and her brows drew together in concentration as she battled to force the words out.

"Please please please Master, don't stop fucking your poor, useless servant's ugly little slut pussy! I need it Master, I need it in my stomach, I need it in my face, I want to smell it, to TASTE it! Please Sir, don't stop fucking meeeeeee~!"

Her voice trailed off into meaningless squeals as Baren, invigorated by her words, pulled himself all the way back until his lengthy shaft had pulled free of her dripping lips while she sobbed in pleasure and despair for him to come back, a gasp of surprise leaving her swollen lips as he took Aurora by the hip and flipped her over onto her side before straddling her lower leg, lifting the other onto his shoulder and enjoyed her cock hungry expression, glazed eyes, fat tits and gaping pussy.

"Hnnnnnngh~"

Aurora's groan made her nipples bob as she bit down on her lip and tensed at the sensation of his cock mashing itself against her asshole, the tightly clenched hole squeezing even tighter to try and reject the cunny slickened head from stretching her anus wide enough for it to slip inside. Her eyes found the camera as it succeeded, letting go of her lip to breathe quickly, roughly.

"Oh gosh, oh gosh it's in my ass, Master, MASTER, it's too big, OH GOSH IT'S STRETCHING MEEEE, MASTEEEERRRR!"

Baren pushed forward with a gasp and sheathed himself into Aurora's guts, immediately setting to work in thrusting as her asshole tried to strangle him. He grabbed the her ass once more and held onto her leg with one hand as he spread her legs wide enough to get a good look at his cock stretching open her holes, wanting to capture her shameful look of depraved, sinful pleasure at having her fat ass pillaged while he quickly resumed hammering his way into her body.

Every thrust of his hips made her grunt like a beast and Baren zoomed in on her chest as the force he was delivering to her lower half travelled throughout her body, reaching all the way up to her tits and making them jump up hard enough to smack against her saliva coated chin before swinging back down against her stomach. They were so plump, juicy and soft looking that he couldn't resist letting go of her leg to have himself a feel, getting a fresh yelp of delight from her parted lips as he buried his fingers into that silky tit flesh and squeezed hard enough to leave marks, her flesh spilling from between his fingers as her engorged nipple slipped between his thumb and index for him to rub and twist as she came once more.

"Sooo biiiiig~" Aurora wailed in the back of her throat, chewing on her lip as she writhed beneath his punishing pumps to the feeling of having her insides rearranged, the dick in her back door adding a delightful burn that echoed throughout her pussy as she shoved her chest forward into his grasping hand.

"I'm never letting this tight little pussy leave my service, I'm going to keep you right here, on the same couch so that I can throw you on top and watch as you eagerly pull your ankles behind your ears, all the while pleading for me to fuck you back into the ragged, cum hungry whore I know you can be before I dump my sperm into your holes and make another mess!" 

He gasped out the words and his hips moved faster, but even as she clamped down on him tighter and felt her cunt muscles flex like they were trying to milk him, one thing stood out to her as the most important.

'He's gonna cum inside? No, he can't cum inside, it's not safe!'

Or that was what she wanted to say. Instead, all that came out was-

"Inside, inside, ah~ah~ah, inside?"

"That's right, here it COMES!"

His rhythm became thunderous as Aurora's cries synchronized with his grunts until with a commanding, resounding 'SQUELCH' he dragged his cock out of her ass and buried himself as far as he could go in her cunny and groaned. Both nuts jumped where they lay atop Aurora's thick thigh and she could feel them seize as they forced their load up into her pussy, expanding them slightly as the chunky ball full of spunk travelled through each pipe before exploding out into her body.

Her eyes rolled back as she felt his cock grow even bigger to account for their delivery and her whole body seized as molten hot cum began to splash against her insides, filling her up with warm, creamy splooge that caused her guts to bloat while she moaned like a sorrowful cow. She didn't even react as he pushed into her face, capturing every inch of her expression as she felt what it was like to be creampied before lowering down her body to look at the deed itself.

Baren kept blasting her womb for a long time, rocking against her, grinding his giant cock balls-deep in her clenching pink pussy...until at last, his balls were empty. He huffed and puffed over her, staying on top with her legs between his own, his dick rooted in her pussy. After a long time, he pulled slowly back, letting his giant, flaccid cock emerge from Aurora's cunt soaking and dripping cum-ropes. Once vacated, her cunt oozed a constant white slop down her thighs, while she whimpered and lowered her head to the couch.

"Ungh…ungh…master…" She panted, close to slipping into unconsciousness. Only to be startled awake as Baren's still hard cock slapped down onto her fine ass. "M-master?" She stuttered, turning her head to face him.

Baren cruelly smirked down at his slut. "You don't think we're done yet, do you Aurora?" He asked mockingly as her eyes widen in fear…and excitement. "You have so much more to learn about your new faith…"

The sounds of Aurora's 'lessons' continued to fill Baren's palace for many hours…

-

The Gloriana-Class Imperial Battleship known as the Fidelitas Rex has been 'moored' near the Eye of Terror for many months now as the Word Bearers Legion of Astartes awaited the return of their beloved Gene-mother. Among their number, the ambition first chaplain Miseria and first captain Kor Phaera were especially anxious to know if their Primarch had finally realized the harsh truth of the True Gods. The psychically inclined Astartes immediately sensed the opening of a warp portal within the Aurelian's chambers and rushed there immediately only to stop in their tracks as the doors opened.

Out stepped Aurora Aurelian, but not as they left her. Gone were her gold and silver robes as she stood in the doorway naked as the day she was born, covered in both dripping and dried cum, an almost manic grin on her face as the symbol of Slaanesh was displayed proudly above her womb.

"I have been blessed by a being of true grace!" She happily announced to her slack-jawed lieutenants.