What if the Primarchs were Women?

"On your knees."

A deep voice commanded from an ornate throne. The figure sitting had an almost picture-perfect masculine physique, wearing almost nothing as he sat with a hungry look in his onyx eyes. The man possessed a pair of great bull-like horns atop his head, a pair of leathery wings tucked behind his back.

Soft footsteps came from a few feet away as Hecate moved from her position beside the throne to the open space in front of it. Her robes were familiar but distorted. The simple, but sturdy cloth was replaced with an almost transparent silk/lace material. The Primarch's cleavage was on display as a hole had been woven in the space between her breasts, the hole running from just under the neck of her outfit to just under her large breasts. The outfit came to a stop just below her hips, leaving her legs bare up to her waist. Sitting on her wide hips was a golden, gemstone encrusted belt. Her arms were near-bare, save for the heavy, ornate arm bands. The neck of her outfit ran high up her throat, covered by a gleaming collar. Gold trims ran along the top and bottom of the collar with intricate engravings running along the middle of it in glowing green, the piece completed by a large, black, simmering stone in the center. The material was a cream color that matched nicely with Hecate's vibrant red skin and clung tightly enough to the girl that the piercings on each of her breasts were easy to see through it.

With her head bowed, Hecate slowly walked to the front of the throne, ignoring the familiar, but hidden forms that danced and writhed around the room. She obediently knelt on the small cushion that was between the man's legs.

"Pleasure me."

Without hesitation, Hecate lowered her head to the man's crotch.

Hecate jolted up from her bed, her chest heaving in a frightened panic. The Primarch looked down at what she was wearing, relieved to see her usual robes. With her solitary eye still wide in surprise, Hecate scanned her room. It was dimly lit by incensed candles and motionless. After a moment of silent observation, Hecate finally calmed her breath. Confusion ran through the Primarch's head. Why had she had such a dream and why was it so vivid? She could recall in exact detail how she looked, how she moved. It was more real of a dream than Hecate could recall having in a while.

Ever since the disaster that was the Council of Nikea, her so-called 'trial', Hecate and her legion, her beloved Thousand Daughters, had been confined to their homeworld of Prospero for the foreseeable future. Hecate, like most of her daughters and her mother, was a psyker. A being with an innate connection to the Immaterium. And many among the Imperium, that dull mongrel Leman Runa particularly, held a contempt for her and his daughters. Their ignorance made them malicious and paranoid and now she was under what was essentially 'house arrest'. Hecate contemplated her stewing frustration and wondered if it had anything to do with her dream. NO. She refused to believe there could be any emotions that belong to her that would act out in such a way. That dream was… not me. Hecate sighed as she realized that she likely wouldn't be getting back to sleep. With ease, the Primarch lifted herself into the air so that she was holding a normal meditating pose, though three feet above her bed. Closing her eye, the psyker brought herself to a calm, meditative state, something she had trained herself to do many decades before.

Her breaths were slow and steady as she floated almost entirely motionless. Breath In. Breath Out. Breath In. Breath Out. Hecate visualized her surroundings. The dim shadows across her room, the golden braziers flickering with embers, the heavy curtains around her bed. In. Out. How her body floated above the silken sheets. In. Out. How her chest heaved up and down with each breath. In. Out. How her breasts rocked back in forth in rhythmic movement. In. Out. In. Out. How her mouth hung open in labored breaths. In. Out. In. Out. How her legs were pushed back over her head. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. How her fingers grasp at the sheets in desperation. In, Out, In, Out, In, Out. How her eye fluttered back in its socket. In Out In Out In Out. How she was rocked back and forth without protest. In-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out. How her legs trembled in ecstasy. InOutInOutInOutInOutInOut. Hecate's eye snapped open as she gasped for breath, falling onto her bed. Wh-what… She thought as her body shook. A familiar shiver suddenly ran down Hecate's spin, a shiver that instantly replaced her look of worry with one of fury.

In a split second, the psyker was floating in the air, her eye glowing with crackling energy and hands extended, each wielding that same crackling psychic power.

"Nobody is allowed in my mind but me. You will burn for that." She said aloud to seemingly no one.

A small chuckle came from the corner of her room. A figure appeared from the shadows, walking slowly until it was a few feet from the bed. The Primarch's heart dropped as she saw the same daemon from her dream standing before her.

"Well, that's a lie. Seems to me you've had more than a few voices bouncing in your head. Mine, your mother's…his…"

Hecate's eye widened. Was he...? "Are you one of…?"

"His?" Baren asked. He chuckled darkly. "No, who has time for that kind of nonsense. I just let myself in. You ought to be more careful, Primarch Hecate. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" Honestly, she should be grateful. He was saving her from a life of constant schemes and headaches.

"Leave now and never return, or I'll deliver you back to the Warp myself." The threat wasn't empty. Hecate was powerful, second only to her mother in terms of psychic strength. Powerful, but easy to toy with too.

"For what? I simply planted a seed, the rest of that was you, my dear. Such repressed desire." He licked his lips.

"You lie."

"I do." He admitted bluntly. "But it's even sweeter when I don't have to."

Hecate struggled to find a good response, a small doubt growing in the back of her mind that he may not be lying.

"Besides," Baren continued, stalking closer and closer to the psyker. "I can't leave until I collect what rightfully belongs to me." He sounded almost genuine, innocent even.

"What?" she asked in a stern tone.

"You."

As soon as the word left his mouth, the daemon lunged forward, his clawed hand reaching for Hecate's throat. The Primarch was caught off guard and almost failed to dodge the attack. The daemon was quick and immediately lunged again, not giving Hecate even a moment to breathe. Acting on instinct Hecate again managed to dodge him. As the daemon leaped at her again, Hecate managed to block him with a wall of psychic energy. He slammed against the construct before viciously bashing and clawing at it. Gritting her teeth, the Primarch struggled to keep him at bay as his attacks quickly began to destroy the wall. In a desperate attempt to regain control Hecate lowered the wall and fired a blast of warp energy at the daemon. A moment before the blast connected, he braced with his forearms. The force of the blast sent him back several feet and steam rose from his forearms, the skin raw from the blast.

"Fight girl, while you still can." he said between his gritted teeth.

As soon as Hecate turned her head the daemon lunged. With a loud THUD, the two hit the floor, the daemon quickly straddling Hecate. Just as the Primarch was able to regain her bearings and turn to face the daemon on top of her, she felt cold metal around her neck. A loud SNAP sounded through the room. Before any realization of what had just happened came to Hecate, she began to feel herself sink through the floor, falling into darkness. Her bedroom door opened to reveal an empty room.

The pair hit the floor after several moments of falling, the two each rolling in different directions. In an instant Hecate was back to her feet, eyes glowing white. Baren, however, took much more time getting to his feet, no longer seeming to be in a rush. Almost casually he stood up with a smug smirk. Hecate reached a hand to her neck, surprised to feel a small collar.

"What the hell is this." Hecate said suppressing her anger. She tugged at the collar with one hand, despite its cool and metal-like texture it had some flexibility to it but, she couldn't get it off.

"Every pet needs a collar; otherwise how will others know who you belong to?"

Livid anger painted Hecate's face as she blasted at the daemon with the full force of her power. The room was lit up with contrasting black and white light, her attack enveloping the daemon entirely. He took the blast head-on, blocking as much as he could with his already burned forearms. The light slowly began to die down as she ended her attack. The daemon stood steadfast, steam rising from his entire body.

"I see… that just like an animal… you too need to be trained" He said between deep breaths, egging her on.

"I almost pity you." She said after steadying her breath.

Hecate again raised her hands and blasted the daemon. He braced for a moment, blocking the blast yet again. Though slowly he lowered his arms and took the full force of the blast. Hecate was left panting as her attack slowly died out.

"Fight all you can now for soon you will be at my knees" With steam still rising off his body, the daemon stood up straight.

With labored breaths, Hecate lifted heavy arms and fired at the daemon yet again. The blast was short and this time he took it without even flinching. Struggling to catch her breath, Hecate managed to keep herself in the air for only a few moments after the attack before falling to the ground. It took great effort, but the Primarch managed to bring herself up to one knee.

"Perhaps even sooner than I thought." he said slyly. 

"What… what did you do" The girl asked while struggling to catch her breath, her legs shaking from just trying to support her weight.

The daemon brushed a small bit of ash off his shoulder before very casually walking towards the almost prone Primarch.

"Something the matter, Hecate?" Baren's grin was smug as he leered at the kneeling psyker.

"My Powers," Hecate said softly in horror.

"Oh that…" Getting the Infinite to part with a blackstone collar had been difficult, but losing one of his warriors in exchange for it was an acceptable price. What was one less Thunder Warrior in his legion, he owned thousands of them. "Don't worry. It's not as though you'll need them anymore."

As he spoke, Hecate could feel the effects of the collar. Already her body felt exhausted. She could barely keep her arms from falling to her sides as she pried at the collar.

"With such a wealth of power, you could have easily used your magic to sever the collar. But I knew you wouldn't, that you'd be too foolish to realize the threat it posed, too foolish to not try and attack me right away."

Softly, Hecate cursed herself as she pried harder at the collar. Her hands glowed with warp energy as she attempted to use what remained of her power to destroy it.

"I'm afraid it's too late for that my dear. That collar can endure far more than you can give right now."

"When my mother finds out what you've done, she will have your head." An undercurrent of worry carried through her voice. Panic was beginning to set in as Hecate saw the pulsing black stone at the center of the collar, feeling herself getting slightly weaker with each time it flashed. Unable to support her weight, the psyker fell onto all fours.

"Calling for mommy? Don't you think you're a bit too old for that?" Baren was next to Hecate now, towering over her. He reached down to the Primarch. Effortlessly, his hand clasped around her beck above the collar, lifting her into the air. Hecate grabbed and tugged at his grip futilely, her legs kicking as he lifted her off the ground.

"Let… go… of me." she muttered.

"Soon you will be begging for my touch, but until then, continue the fight. I adore defiance." The daemon carried Hecate to the side of the large room, walking past pillars and ornate statues until they reached a wall. Harshly, the daemon slammed her against it with a loud THUD. The psyker grunted in pain, but her legs only kicked at him harder.

He looked the Primarch up and down. His eyes ran up her bare legs before lingering on her hips, the perfect shape for a pair of hands to grab onto. Her tight robes hugged her voluptuous form, accentuating her hourglass-like figure. Again, his eyes lingered as his gaze reached her breasts. They were huge and delicious looking. His free hand absent-mindedly reached up to feel one of the soft mounds. His gaze continued up before resting on the psyker's face. It was scrunched up in absolute anger though even so, it was alluring.

"Get your… hands… of me," she managed to say despite his tight grip on her throat.

Ignoring her, his hand continued to explore the curves of her body, resting on her hip. He breathed a deep breath if contentment as he squeezed her waist.

"I cannot convey fully to you how much I look forward to breaking you in. I promise once we are finished, you'll share my excitement." Just like her sisters did. "The collar is a nice start, bit we will have to change more before I can truly call you my pet."

I will… feed you to… the beasts of-" Her voice was thick with hatred and contempt before the daemon cut her off, squeezing her throat tighter.

"The only words you need to utter are 'Yes master', you may breath more comfortably when you learn this lesson. Now then, let us make you more presentable." A clawed finger poked through her robes just below her neck, almost piercing her skin. It moved downward opening a hole that ended just below her breasts. The sides of her fat tits were now exposed to the air lewdly, almost as though she was wearing lingerie meant to show them off. "Well, that's a wonderful start."

His hand continued down her body until he reached her crotch. With her red face almost purple now, Hecate began kicking at him wildly, her grunts of anger still audible through his tight grasp. Slowly he moved the small piece of fabric covering her pussy to one side and slipped two fingers into her. The fit was tight but, with a small push, he was able to fully insert them. Hecate maintained a look of pure hatred, even as she struggled to stay conscious. 

"Marvelous, you will take less work to prepare than I thought. Is it perhaps that you enjoy being handled in such a way? Almost like you been dreaming of it hmm?" His fingers began to slide in and out of her as he spoke. Hecate angrily growled in response.

With a wicked smile, the daemon stared at the girl's face, taking great pleasure in her livid anger. He seemed to hold her there forever, now working three fingers in and out of her. Hecate felt light-headed as it had been a while now since she had gotten a full breath. The girl's face grew red again in a blush as her body began to react to the daemon's advances, her crotch slick with her own juices. 

By the time Baren slowed down, Hecate's legs weakly bumped against him rather than kick and her hands only grabbed onto his wrist rather than pry. The girl's look of anger had even begun to soften, her eye slightly closing as she glared into the distance. The daemon's fingers were soaked by the time he removed them.

"I have been generous, now it's time for my pleasure." He said as his hand reached down to his simple cloth pants, sliding them down until they were just a pile at his feet. He stroked himself with his hand that was still slick with Hecate's juices. He then pushed his waist against Hecate so that she could feel his shaft press against her stomach. The tip easily reached up to the bottom of her rib cage.

Hecate refused to look down at the shaft pressing against her and instead maintained her glaring look of contempt into the distance. Betraying her expression, Hecate's heart was beating at a million miles a minute as she felt the massive shaft pressing against her. Even through her robes, she could feel the veins of it press against her. Already he dwarfed her in size, easily three feet taller than her. But now as he held Hecate in the air and lined up his shaft with her torso, she looked like a doll. With all the power she outputted in her attempt to kill the daemon, she had practically no energy left and could only hang there helplessly as he prepared to ravish her. Calling on her years of meditation, Hecate tried to keep her focus on stopping the gem from taking any more from her than it already has. This focus was tested as Hecate felt her body being lifted higher, the daemon's shaft running down her stomach towards her crotch. She was lifted up until she was at eye level with the daemon, the head of his shaft now resting just below her still slick entrance. He kept her there, pressed against his shaft ever so slightly. Slowly he leaned in. In disgust, Hecate turned her head away. With a wicked smile, the daemon began to lick along the Primarch's neck, adjusting his grip so that both his hand and the collar were lower. His warm tongue left a trail of saliva as it dragged across her soft skin. The girl could only shudder as she felt him trail his tongue up her neck and to her ear. His breath was warm on her cool skin. Gently he took the bottom of her earlobe into his mouth, biting it playfully. A tingle ran down the psyker's spine as she felt the bite, her cold expression faltering just slightly for a moment. He continued to nibble on her ear and neck. Hecate's breaths were slow and deep now as she tried to ignore the toe-curling sensation. Despite her clear defiance, Hecate could feel the heat within her burn brighter as he worked on her neck.

Hecate was so caught up in denying that she felt any pleasure, that she didn't consciously realize that the daemon has begun to slide her down onto his shaft. It was only when the head had fully slipped into her that Hecate realized. Her muscles tensed in defiance. She dug her nails into the daemon's arm, trying to find any way to get him to stop. He didn't even notice and continued to lower her down, all the while nibbling and licking along her neck and earlobe. The Primarch's look of anger and contempt softened even more as she tried harder and harder to deny the pleasure of his shaft slowly pushing into her. To deny the pleasure of being slowly stretched around him. And to deny the twisted pleasure that came from the pain of being penetrated so fully. The daemon's hand found a place on the Primarch's hip, using the grip to push her down further. Her lower stomach bulged out ever so slightly as he pushed deeper. Hecate loudly groaned as she was pulled further down. Again, Hecate seemingly lost track of the moment, blanking for a few seconds only to realize he had almost sunk her down half his... his big hard cock. Weakly her arms pushed at his chest while she desperately struggled to keep focus. 

Just focus on the collar.

 The daemon suddenly began to bite much more harshly on Hecate's now raw neck, drawing a gasp from the psyker. Her focus was snapped for just a moment again. Each time she came back Hecate could feel her body growing weaker, she could feel how much more of her had been sucked into the gem. Focus. She repeated to herself, again and again. Her face was strained with effort to keep focus despite the heat in her stomach and the spine-tingling feeling of his warm breath on her neck. Despite how weak she felt, she knew the stone still hadn't managed to rob her of all her strength or power.

The daemon had long since loosened his grip on the Primarch's throat, taking great pleasure in hearing her sharp and controlled breaths. She felt marvelous as her tight pussy parted around his shaft, and despite the massive size difference he managed to slide into her without a great deal of effort. The girl's gasps and grunts that came from his biting only made the daemon more excited, it was just a matter of time before he would break her. She was already well on the way. Once broken her mind would have no defense against the stone. He would sit on his throne, and she would kneel beside him, beside her sisters. Excited for what was to come, Baren almost lost track of the moment himself, just being brought back by another delectable gasp from Hecate. He had finally managed to fit her down his entire length. It was tight, almost too tight as her insides struggled to take his size. In time, he would ensure she fit his shaft perfectly.

The breath was stolen from Hecate's lungs as she felt a sharp tingle run all the way up her spine, forcing her to gasp. He had managed to slide her down his entire length, something Hecate thought impossible only a few minutes ago. Baren kept her there like that, fully impaled on his shaft, forcing grunts and moans from her with each small movement. Hecate could feel her body struggle to take him, she could feel how he forcefully stretched her around his big hard cock. She bit the inside of her lip until it almost drew blood, in an attempt to hold back her moans. Being filled so entirely was intensely painful, even the smallest movement burned brightly. More disturbing was that Hecate could also feel her entire body burning with desire, her head growing foggier and her legs weaker each time she felt that pain shoot through her. Biting her lip harder Hecate repressed the pleasure and continued to focus. A small drip of crimson blood dripped down the psyker's purple lips as she bit down harder. 

Her eyes filled with horror when she saw how his shaft bulged through her stomach. The bulge just ended below the tear in her robes. She feebly punched at the daemon's chest, her expression of anger and denial returning in full once she saw the absurdity of the situation.

Baren gave a low guttural laugh as he looked down and saw the way his shaft bulged through the girl. It wasn't easy to see right away due to the Primarch's robes, but after a moment it was clear to see his entire length and the way it pushed against her skin. The Primarch had seemingly gained a renewed vigor after seeing this, now punching weakly at him, her look of hatred back in full. "Good. I thought I had broken you already" He whispered in her ear.

Hecate winced as she felt the daemon begin to pull her back off his length, her whole body tensed up as she felt every inch slide out of her. By the time he had reached halfway Hecate was nearly panting, her eye half open as she struggled to endure the sensation of him dragging along her insides. As suddenly as he had begun to pull out, the daemon began to push back in, though this time he didn't linger when he bottomed out in her. With her eye now closed, the Primarch struggled to keep composure as he began to drag her up and down his shaft. He moved slowly but the psyker still wasn't able to keep up, her mouth open wide as she now openly panted like a dog. Her renewed look of anger quickly faded and was replaced by a look of strained effort, her eye only three quarters open. He was slow at first but now he had built up a rhythm and was moving at a steady pace, her half-exposed breasts gently bouncing up and down with each thrust. It took everything Hecate had to try and hold onto her focus while he fucked her like this, she dug her nails into his skin and bit her lip until it another trickle of blood ran down. Her whole body was wracked with a mix of pleasure and pain as he rocked her up and down methodically. 

As though someone had flipped a switch, he suddenly began to pull her up and down his shaft much faster. Hecate's eye went wide as she felt his increase in speed, her face now in complete surprise as she desperately focused on hanging onto her powers. The daemon once again lowered his face to her neck, now the other side. This time however he didn't hold back as his tongue passionately ran up and down her neck, even wrapping around her ear and prodding in. The sensation, along with having her insides repeatedly smashed, almost sent Hecate's eyes back into her head. It was mind-numbing. The Primarch's face was completely strained now, her teeth bared, and her eyebrows furrowed. Every thrust drew a grunt or a poorly hidden moan from the girl. She could feel herself slowly breaking, each thrust battering her will to resist and tempting her to submit. 

The pain was still there, more than ever, but as he continued to slam into her, Hecate found herself liking it more and more. After only ten or twenty seconds at this speed Hecate was moaning wildly. Her face was still twisted in effort as she continued to try and keep her focus, her eyes closed tightly and mouth wide open. The daemon's kisses were as passionate as his thrusts now. Rather than lick, bite, and kiss along just her neck the daemon began to lick along Hecate's chin and her cheek. The poor girl was so preoccupied that she didn't even notice as the daemon began to lick all along her face, leaving trails of saliva along her soft and blushed cheeks. 

The stone on Hecate's collar pulsed black more and more now as the psyker began to slip in and out of focus with each passing second. Her face was as tight in concentration now as it had ever been before but, it was a losing battle. She could feel her strength seeping away more and more with each thrust and each moan. She was on the edge of losing everything that made her special. She felt weak now, and not just because of her quickly diminishing powers. The warmth of his breath and the feeling of his tongue running all along her face and neck struck a primal feeling in the girl as he fucked her, her body yearned for submission, to just let the daemon have his way with her hot, slutty body. Her gut burned with desire when she thought of how he was dominating her.

In a final effort, the daemon sped up once again, now rocking the girl not just along half his length but along his full length with each thrust. With one hand still around the girl's neck and the other firmly grabbing her waist, he began bouncing her up and down like she was his own personal human flesh-light, with no regard for her well-being. The girl's mouth hung agape and her eye, which was wide in unbearable surprise only a few moments ago, now jumped back and forth between wide surprise and absent-minded haze. With her cheeks and chin now covered in his saliva and bite marks, he finally made a move for her mouth. His warm and long tongue slid right into her already open mouth and down her throat, twisting and swirling around inside. Hecate looked down in horror as he face-fucked her with his tongue, her confused, scared, and half-open eye watching helplessly as he fully dominated her.

The room was filled with the sound of wet flesh smacking wet flesh, muffled gags, and moans. Hecate could feel herself rapidly growing weaker and weaker now as her focus all but slipped away and the weaker she became the more tempting it was to give in. The girls' mind and body could only take so much and as her thoughts slowly became more and more incoherent and her body gave in more and more to the pleasure of submission, her will was reduced to only a slim shred of what it used to be. The sensations she had denied only minutes before now shook the girl's body in pleasure, her legs quivering with each painful thrust, her eyes rolling as her throat was fucked, and her toes curling at the feeling of his hands gripping her neck and waist so tightly. Her giant breasts barely managed to stay in her robes as they wildly bounced up and down with each thrust.

What little that remained of Hecate's mind began to melt away as the daemon neared his end, his thrusts reaching their peak speed which was almost a blur. The girl was like a rag-doll now, her arms slipping off his wrist to dangle uselessly at her side, her eyes slowing beginning to roll fully back into her head as she lost all sense of the situation. She couldn't form a single thought now. Speed was quickly traded for brutality as the daemon slammed her down onto his length with all his strength. His hand which rested on her hip was gripping it so tightly that it began to tear bits of the cloth showing more of her tantalizing ruby skin. His claws even drew a small drip of blood. His tongue reached so far down her throat that it felt like he was in her stomach. Each time he slammed the Primarch down his length, her eyes widened in surprise, almost coming back to reality for a moment before rolling back into her skull. Hecate's mind was overloaded with sensations of pain, pleasure, submission, and acceptance as she felt the last bit of her power freely flow out of her like an open faucet. Though even those thoughts faded away as she felt the searing sensation of him beginning to cum inside her. 

As his seed painted her insides the Primarch's mind broke and any thoughts in her head went blank. At that moment she was nothing more than a hole to fill. She had submitted to his domination. Despite her head now lolling back and her body going entirely limp, the daemon finished pistoning into her, watching with delight as the stone on her neck began to glow brightly. Finally, he stopped thrusting, sheathing her as far down on his shaft as possible before finishing cumming inside her. With her mind broken, the stone sucked what remained of her abilities away from her, rendering her nothing more than a normal girl. A normal, 18ft tall, red-skinned, one-eyed, immortal girl. As the girl's stomach began to bulge out from the amount of cum being pumped into her, the gem glowed a brilliant red confirming it was done. Hecate was no more.

The next few hours were a blur for Hecate as she slipped in and out of consciousness. The first time her senses came back to her she felt her body rocking against the cool floor, her cheek pressed against the ground. Her arms were laid down beside her. In a fast rhythm, her whole body pushed forwards and then pulled backward. She could feel an immense pressure around her hips as large hands gripped them tightly, almost certainly bruising them. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as her eye fluttered, a pool of saliva next to her face. She couldn't move a muscle. A loud smacking noise sounded through the room each time she was pulled back and as time passed, she could begin to recognize the familiar feeling of being stretchered wide around the daemon's shaft. She couldn't tell how long he had been fucking her like this, but she could feel the hot cum drooling down her legs. What little hadn't been fucked out of her remind in her womb, sloshing around with each thrust. The girl could only continue to groan helplessly as her eye closed yet again.

The next time Hecate's senses came back she could feel her legs being lifted high up. As her eye slowly opened, she could see the sinister smile of the daemon. He had her legs draped over his shoulders and was once again using her hips to pull her along his shaft while she lay on her back. Even In the foggy haze, Hecate could feel him rapidly entering her, battering her already bruised and abused insides. He huge tits had been pulled free of her robes by now and they bounced back and forth with each thrust, each breast covered in red bite marks and saliva. As her eye began to close again, she could see him reaching one hand down around her neck, squeezing it tightly as he fucked her faster, a small moan sounding from her lips as darkness overcame her.

Hecate was woken up this time by her own moans, the soft sound happening in an almost perfectly timed rhythm. Hecate was surprised to see she was looking up at the daemon's chin with her head laying up against his chest. The girl was barely strong enough to move her head, only able to inch it until it was upright against the daemon. In her haze, it was hard to figure out what was happening, but she could tell he was slowly lifting her up and down. One hand was on her sore waist, and the other was fondling one of her exposed breasts. Gathering all her might she managed to look down and see she was sitting on his lap, her legs splayed out wide. She could see her robe was in tatters, claw marks and tears riddling what parts of it hadn't been torn away. It had been peeled below her huge breasts with the top torso of the covering being torn away. The bottom was intact just above her belly button though it was almost half-covered in spots of white which blended greatly with the cream of the suit. Looking further down Hecate could see the crotch of her robe was again pulled to the side though she was confused to see her cum drooling pussy empty. He lifted her up slowly and lowered her back down again. Despite the empty feeling in her pussy, Hecate could feel him spread her insides around his length. Still moaning, she reached a weak hand to her stomach to confirm her suspicion as she felt the bulge of his cock inside of her. The bulge pushed deeper and deeper into her until she moaned yet again and her eye fluttered shut.

The last time Hecate would come into consciousness that night she was awoken by the sound of wet gagging. Instantly she could feel his tongue down her throat, the appendage somehow leagues larger than it was before, so much so that she couldn't take any breath in at all. It also had her gagging constantly. When her eye finally managed to open, she saw only darkness. Her knees were sore, and she could feel them pressed against the hard ground while her arms hung lifelessly at her side. A hand roughly gripped her hair and pulled her back. As she was dragged further and further off the appendage, she slowly realized it was his cock that had been filling her throat. He pulled her off until just the head rested in her mouth. With eyes barely open, the psyker gasped for air. Using her hair as a grip he began to rapidly pull her back and forth along his length, covering the Primarch's face in spit and precum in the process. Fluids also dripped down onto the girl's massive breasts. She couldn't tell how long her throat fucked her for but eventually, she felt him grip her hair tightly and slam her all the way down his shaft. Her eye lazily lolled back as he began to pump her stomach full of cum. Baren slowly pulled out as he came, coating her throat with his cum before pulling out entirely. Holding her up by her hair, the daemon began to paint the girl's face in thick white cum before aiming lower and covering her large tits in it as well. As the last few spurts landed on her breasts and dripped down, the daemon finally let go of her hair. 

Instantly the psyker fell over onto her back with a wet SMACK. Her smudged mascara and lipstick was almost entirely covered by thick layers of cum. Her eye was half-open, barely able to open at all because of the massive cumshot. Her full purple lips were barely visible under his cum. Her throat was bruised all around, covered almost fully by dark hickeys and bite marks. The only part of her neck not raw red was the part under her collar, the stone of which now permanently glowed a dull black. Her arms laid out to either side, both covered in bruises and scratches, one still having a tatter of the robe that once covered it. Her breasts laid flat against her, both covered in harsh red bite marks. Cum almost covered each breast entirely. Her lower stomach was still covered with the bottom remains of her robe though it too was tattered, the spot above each hip looking like it was torn up by a bear. Through the holes in the suit, the skin of her hips were visible, and the skin was almost as purple as the girls' lipstick once was. The suit itself was splattered partially with cum, some of it new and some of it old. Her stomach below the suit was round, very slightly inflated with the cum he had just pumped down her throat and from the cum he had pumped into her guts earlier. The girl's pussy was swollen red, the hole still oozing out cum. The brutal fucking had left her tight pussy gaping ever so slightly, struggling to recover from the shaft that had stretched her to her limits. Just below, her ass also oozed out cum though much less as her insides were still mostly filled with the load he had put up her fat ass. 

Her knees were bruised blue, and her legs quivered as she lay there. The Primarch couldn't move a muscle, she felt as mobile as a bag of wet cement. So, she laid there defeated, covered and filled with the cum of the man who now called her his pet. She tried to think, but any thought that came to her left just as fast as it arrived. She was mentally and physically exhausted. The girl could only let out a weak whimper when she noticed the glowing light around her neck and realized he had successfully taken her powers from her. She was nothing special now. She wondered if he was really was telling the truth when he said her dream was of her own creation. Did some part of her want this? Utterly defeated, Hecate gave up any hope of struggling and simply closed her eye, giving in to the exhaustion.

-

Somewhere, in the vast and winding halls of the Impossible Fortress, the Chaos God of Change and Ambition blinked.

"That…that was not what I planned at all!"