AN: Ok, here is the next chapter of the story, hope it manages to reach the same standards as the rest of the story. However, as a warning, there is a sex scene near the end, I've got no idea how good it is, but I hope it ruin the chapter for anyone.
Also, in answer to a few questions: It is rather easy to turn a Human into an Aesir, all you need to do is give the Human the same augments as the Aesir, who get them at birth, and there you have it. Not to mention the fact that those same augments were DAoT augments from their Void Marines with a few upgrades. As for the alternative FTL, that goes without saying, it won't be happening straight away, but it will happen.
Anyway, on with the show!
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For those that think space is empty, they are quite mistaken.
Currently, the Void of space was being filled with dozens of colourful beams of energy, bullets the size of small apartment buildings, torpedoes mounted on rocket engines and what looked like oversized missiles with little green men with big noses steering them, seemingly unaware of the one-way trip they were on. Ork vessels, ram-shackled hulks covered in badly welded together pieces of metal and powered by engines that were only being kept from exploding by the constant work of the Mekboys and the Waaagh!, filled the Void as they raced from their moorings. The Ork vessels had been parked at an Ork Roc, hidden in an asteroid belt and with multiple asteroids chained together to make a massive complex that nearly surrounded a large Gas Giant at the outer edge of the system. Truthfully, it was one of only four other celestial bodies in the system, excluding the young, yellow star itself. The two closest ones were tiny hunks of rock, both were constantly being blasted by solar radiation to such an extreme that even the Orks wouldn't have been able to call the planet 'home'.
The remaining world was Yggdrasil.
With the Aesir finally reaching into space, they had decided that, as a first step, they would secure their home system and purge it of all threats. As such, a fleet composed of one Battleship, four Cruisers, six Destroyers and twenty Corvettes, it was a sizeable force for the Aesir, the combined effort of the entire race put into one location and concentrated against the Orks. If an Imperial Admiral had seen this, however, he would have despaired, seeing as the Orks had over a dozen Kill Krozers, Terror ships and any number of other spacehulks and looted ships that had been 'Kustomised' by the Greenskins.
In a fair fight, the Aesir would have lost, in a slugging match, they would have lost, if only due to being outnumbered by at least two orders of magnitude.
Seeing the Aesir fleet, the Orks charged, sensing the chance for a good fight, ships blasted their own moorings and raced through the void, screaming through their Vox systems and singing war songs, chanting their ever-predicable warcry over open channels as loudly as they could.
If that same Imperial Admiral had seen this, he would have commented on the arrogance and stupidity of the Aesir commander for not withdrawing. Seeing it as nothing more than a waste of Human lives to achieve nothing but attracting the attention of the Greenskins.
However, he would be wrong about one thing.
This was not going to be a fair fight.
Across the Battleship in the centre of the formation, hexagonal hatches opened across it as short-barrelled cannons slowly appeared from them, filling the holes before they fired, too far to be accurate, had they been firing shells. Instead, each cannon fired bursts of twenty objects into the void, each object looking like a three-dimensional plus sign with two cubes at the front and back before each cube-like pylon shifted, extending outwards as spike-like feelers extended further. The whole line of these objects curved their path until they placed themselves between the Orks and the Aesir fleets, their lines flipping to present a massive screen of the objects that only grew thicker and thicker with each moment until the massive screen was tens of thousands of objects across and at least twenty layers deep. Not seeing anything wrong with this, simply seeing some kind of rubbish wall, the Orks advanced, the vanguard speeding ahead as Fighta-Bommas launched hastily from hangars, swarming through the void.
Until they reached the objects.
The first ship that tried to enter the screen of objects died a moment later, not from weapons fire, but from these objects as several launched themselves at the Ork vessel, slamming into hull plating before detonating, their explosive charges having been directed inwards due to the very nature of the void as the ship broke apart moments later, secondary explosions filling the void. Suddenly, space exploded into action as the screen of objects suddenly raced forwards, shifting into a massive wave of tendrils that threw themselves at the approaching Orks, detonating with every impact as it only took a few to destroy a single vessel, and the Aesir had launched countless thousands of them without difficulty.
And were still launching more as some were being used up.
The Dumber Orks, only seeing a good fight, just opened fire on the tendrils of objects, firing everything they had as they laughed loudly even as their ships were destroyed around their ears. They were wiped out in minutes as they had rushed so far ahead as to be a separate group from the rest of the Ork ships in the system, they were, as a result, wiped out in minutes. The Smarter Orks, had sat back and watched what had happened, learning slightly as they saw how the objects moved, first protectively, then aggressively before they had retreated back to a defensive position around their launching ships. Seeing this, the Ork ships assembled themselves into a crude spear-like formation before hitting the big red button in the bridge of every ship, engaging maximum thrust.
However, these Orks had some grasp of tactics as they formed a shell around their ships, Fighta-Bomma spiralling around the much larger vessels to act as protection under the guise of who could race around the ships the fastest. Grot Bombs were also launched, hitting the objects before they had a chance to impact the vessels as the objects themselves raced towards the ram-shackled Ork vessels, destroying many, but some still managed to get through the screens.
That put them well within range of the Aesir fleet.
With the objects, really just self-guided, semi-intelligent space mines, having taken a majority of the Ork fleet, the Aesir opened fire, taking out what few ships made it through the screen of death that was killing them by the dozens. Suddenly, armored blast shields slide open across the fleet to reveal massive weapons as turrets rotated to acquire their targets.
The first salvo was fired as one.
Lances of bright blue energy raced through the Void, Neutron energies impacting crudely made shields before causing them to shatter from the sheer amount of energy being pumped into a rather small area of said shields, thanks to very good, networked targeting. Missiles launched in massive waves, looking like clouds of burning ashes falling away from the hulls of these vessels before sprinting through space, moving far faster than they should, the missiles targeted the Strike Craft scattered around the massive ships, intent on stripping away any lingering protections that the Ork fleet might have before massive Torpedoes came, their thrusters burning like stars as they neared pre-determined targets. As the distance was closed, the Torpedoes gave one last burst of thrust that propelled them towards their targets, engines cutting out moments later as they allowed the laws of the ancient Isaac Newton to show themselves as the Torpedoes slammed into the hulls of the Ork ships, drilling through armor plating before nothing happened for a moment.
Suddenly, a hundred miniature stars were born before dying out, leaving behind the burned remains of a dozen ships as more continued to fall to the Neutron Lances of the Aesir
From start to finish, the entire engagement lasted less than hour, with it only dragging out that long due to sheer distance between the targets and those firing at them. With the ships gone, the Aesir moved in, weapons primed as they took aim at the collection of space habitats that the Orks were living within.
They disappeared in the blink of an eye.
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Looking over the latest reports from the, so far, small First Fleet, Frida smiled as she saw that the system had been secured and was now under Aesir control. Though, she did see the notes about that merely being the obvious signs of Xenos presence, they would have to conduct a more thorough search at a later date when they had the vessels needed to cover such a vast amount of space. Already, a few had been considering ideas for how to solve such an issue in the most cost effective manner. Some were advocating the use of large scale Hunter mines like those that had been used against the Orks, simply releasing vast numbers of them and programming them to scour the system for anything that lacked an Aesir IFF code. If it was Xenos, it would be attacked while ancient Human wrecks would be marked for recovery and examination by the Great Father.
Frida stopped what she was doing for a moment as she sat in front of her desk, the holographic displays paused in an image of the battleship, the Indomitable, firing upon the Ork Rocs with the Neutron Lances mixed with other weapons like Plasma Beams and Railguns. She paused as she glanced over to the other wall of her room, seeing a painting that she had acquired from an Aesir who painted in her free time, it was a picture from the Ork Purge of Yggdrasil, showing the Great Father, clad in full armor and wielding both his sword and powers to cut down a greentide. The picture was good, especially given the detail put into the painting and how it seemed to have dozens of small points of interest. The Great Father, during the engagement, had cut down many Orks, shown by the bodies of the Orks falling to the ground or already littering the ground, steam rising from the bodies while others were charred black.
Frida smiled at that. Their creator was skilled and wielded great power fitting of his skills, he had forged them from nothing, giving life to what was, effectively, lifeless in the beginning. Many were already taking about turning their great respect and admiration for him into something more, it wasn't really surprising since many already quietly worshiped him, treating him as a divine being. It honestly just seemed... Right to think of him like that, something that only grew easier to accept with time as they saw his great feats of technical skill, his prowess with a blade or gun and his ability to lead and command.
Many wanted to use all of that to lay the foundations for an actual, official religion with him as the central icon of the faith. Honestly, Frida was rather partial to that idea, though, she was more concerned about what form it would take. They knew the Great Father, they knew of his disinterest in anything pompous and grand, preferring to say what needed to be said and getting it out of the way, his speeches, though short, were impactful, and his choice of weapons and armor was always well made, but lacking decorations beyond a single symbol that he seemed to have take as his own. It was an upside down triangle, shattered into pieces and with a single piece, engraved with more detail, floating away. They had asked him once what it meant, he said that it was to symbolise something new being birthed from the ruins of the old. It had quickly become something of a holy symbol among the Aesir, as none dared wear it without the Great Father's express permission.
Suddenly, Frida was brought out of her thoughts as the door chime went off to her room. Raising a brow, she connected to the door and saw that it was the Herald, Taenera, standing on the other side with an innocent smile on her face. Smiling back, Frida opened the door in turn, letting her friend in as she took in the sight of the former Eldar.
Aesir didn't care all that much about appearances, merely the ability of someone to fight and protect themselves, they found physical fitness to be attractive along with normal physical attraction and personality. For Humans, a date with your girlfriend would have been taking them for a meal out, for Aesir, a normal date was spending time together at a gym or sparring with one another, even bonding over weapons and battlefield experiences. Frida and Taenera had rapidly bonded over favoured weapon techniques and drinks after a good fight, occasionally sparring with one another even if Taenera was holding back rather significantly.
Today, as she watched the Former Eldar step into her home, she was wearing what looked like a tight fitting dress that went down to her mid-thighs and hugged her like a second skin, backless and sideless with the white dress wrapping around her hips and waist before a single strip of material ran up her chest, between her impressive breasts before carrying on and wrapping around her neck. Two pieces of stiffened fabric also came out from the central piece, covering her breasts so as not to appear indecent, at least, by Human standards. Aesir cared very little about the state of dress of another, especially since communal bathing was an aspect of their society, it was optional, but most did it to help build relationships with those that they would go into battle with.
"Taenera. This is a rather big surprise, what have I done to require this visit?" Frida asked as she stood from her chair and walked over to her friend, sharing a hug with her as she stepped in and allowed the door to close behind her.
"Sorry, Frida, I was in the area and figured that it would be nice to visit before I went off again." Taenera stated as she smiled slightly. "Well, that, and because there was something I was planning and I was wondering if you'd like to help with it. Interested?" Frida raised an eyebrow at that, her expression going neutral at that.
"That depends on what the task is." Frida replied neutrally back as she gestured for them to take a seat at a pair of chairs. Taenera smiled at that as she took a seat, crossing her legs over in such a way to attract attention. It was a trick that Frida knew worked rather well, as seen when the younger members of the Aesir stepped into a bar and immediately found themselves unable to look away, even Frida had trouble with not being able to look away from time to time.
"Well, as I'm sure your aware, the Great Father has been working rather excessively ever since your people were born, even afterwards, even with your help, he has not slowed down the pace of his work by even a fraction. I've been trying to get him to... Relax and... Relieve him of his stress from working so hard, but, as you can imagine, the Great Father is not one for remaining idle for a moment. So far, every attempt I've made to try and get him to... Resthas been deflected, ignored or avoided by him, but I'm sure he is close to the end of his tether in what he can do. I need your help to get him to just sit down and let us help... Release his stress." Taenera spoke, putting an odd emphasis on some words as Frida thought about it for a moment, it wouldn't do for the Great Father to be under so much stress, better he take some time to relax and leave the work in the hands of the Aesir.
"Very well, and how do you propose that we would do this?" She asked, slightly curious as she had also learned much about the Great Father, partly due to an interest shared with all Aesir, and partly for herself, because she found herself wishing to get closer to him, to learn more about him and wishing to share the same kind of closeness that she had seen between the Great Father and Taenera when she first woke up. Taenera, in response to that question, grinned impishly at her.
"We would have sex with him, of course." Taenera stated as Frida's eyes shot wide, she suddenly sputtered as her mind went blank.
"I!? Wha!? But tha-!" She started, but never finished as Taenera got up and walked over to her, putting a hand on to her shoulder and pressing a finger to Frida's lips to silence her.
"Shush you... Now, listen." Taenera commanded as Frida took several seconds to calm down before Taenera continued to speak, placing both hands on the shoulders of the Aesir. "Now, I know that you might want to try and deny it, But I've known for quite a while that you've been holding a candle for the Great Father."
Frida froze at that, having never told anyone of that, yes, she was sure that a great many female Aesir nursed similar infatuations towards the Great Father, but none would be so foolish as to tell another about such a thing. Yet, now she found herself in the nightmare situation of her deepest secret being known to another, to Taenera, which made it even worse since she could easily tell the Great Father. Frida stilled as she could barely find her breath as such a thought, however, she didn't manage to finish that thought as fingers pressed into her shoulders as her body went slack from pleasure as Taenera started massaging her shoulders with both hands.
"Calm. Calm down, Frida, I'm not going to tell anyone, but I still want your help with this. Trust me, it will all work out in the end, you have my word on that." Taenera spoke softly to her as she continued to kneed the Aesir's shoulders, drawing a slight moan of contentment from her as she spoke, her mind slightly clouded by just how good the massage felt.
"... Sure... Just... Oh yeah, right there..." She spoke as she closed her eyes, unable to see the seductive, yet impish grin on the face of the woman behind her. Slowly, Taenera continued to massage her friend as one hand slowly slide down from the shoulder.
"Great! Now, let me tell you what we are going to do..." She said as her hand slipped under Frida's clothing, her hand sliding over the Aesir's breasts before kneading it, drawing yet more gasps from the Aesir as Taenera started to lay out her plan, squeezing Frida's breasts ever now and then throughout the entire process.
Needless to say, it was a good thing that all Aesir rooms were made to be soundproof as a matter of course.
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"Warp transition successful, we have returned to real space, Great Father." I heard as I nodded from my command throne aboard my flagship, the Invictus, the thing was a 35 kilometre long monster of Black Plate, hidden weapons and enough firepower to shatter a planet. I still found it both awesome and conveient that the Aesir had decided to make their ships with the same aesthetics as the Vodyani from Endless Space 2, even the Dreadnought, which I found great enjoyment of commanding.
"Well done, Vanir Svanrun, pass my appreciation on to your cohort as well. Sensors. Begin a full scan of the system, have the fleet spread out to investigate anything of interest, but have them inform me before they go off in search of anything. This may have been a Human system before the Warp Storms shattered our methods of communication and FTL, but we don't know what could have move in while the colony was isolated." I remarked as I looked around, noting a hologram displaying the fleet, and what a big damned fleet it was.
Seeing as this was the first expedition from the Home system, usually called Midgard, it was decided to go with an oversized fleet, with, including my Dreadnought, four Battleships, twenty Cruisers, forty Destroyers and ninety Corvettes. It was overkill of the highest order when compared to the individual power of each Aesir ship, but that was more to do with being careful as to what we might find. I was just glad that this hadn't been rushed and the Aesir had taken the time to double the Void Navy, keeping half of them back in Midgard for the time being while the rest were with me.
Not bad, going from effectively nothing to having a star-fairing empire inside of 25 years, then again, I tended to cheat like a motherfucker.
"Great Father! We are picking something up around the third planet. Putting it on screen now." I heard the sensor operator and nodded to her, difficult to tell without a connection to the ODIN Field or my abilities due to her wearing her full armor, others were as well, but most of them had forgone their helmets for the time being, allowing them to be retracted back into their collars for more room to breathe. That wouldn't be the case for during combat, but we hadn't entered combat.
Yet.
My face turned hard as I turned to the projection within the CIC of my ship, buried deep within the core of the vessel. It showed the solar system as it was, six planets, two of them too close to the sun to sustain life while, of the other four, only one could sustain Human life due to the other three being dead rocks with no atmosphere or simply having one that, according to sensor readings, was composed primarily of Hydrogen Cyanide, all surrounding a yellow star. Mentally, I wondered how that was possible to happen in nature, but put it to one side as the view focused on the third planet in the system.
It was a rather small planet, maybe just a bit smaller than Earth by about a thousand kilometres, but it was covered by a single ocean and a single land mass, a supercontinent that seemed to be shaped like a massive crescent on one side of the planet with absolutely nothing on the other side. Around it, I saw a single moon which, in turn, seemed to have an asteroid belt around it, odd, but this was 40K I had my doubts that it would be the oddest thing I'd ever see while in this hell-hole. However, what really caught my eye was a small object, a satellite in high orbit made from what looked like stone, bone and cobwebs with a baneful red glow coming from the side facing the planet. I narrowed my eyes at that, not liking that glow in the least as I threw my mind into the Great Ocean.
Post-cognition, Technomany, Biomancy and a specialised type of Divining might have been my bread and butter, but I did have some skill in other areas. I focused mainly on Telekinesis, Telepathy, Teleportation and Pyrokinesis, but I also had a bit of skill with Pre-cognition. I primarily used it in battle since I could only see a minute ahead of myself, but when not in battle, I could see at least an hour ahead, not very useful in the long term, but the short term advantage such a skill gave me in a fight was beyond precious. Closing my eyes, I looked into the Warp.
What I found angered me to no end.
I saw the weapon fire, a beam of bright red heading for the planet followed closely by the death-screams of a few hundred thousand souls, Human souls. I felt a malevolent hunger and hatred for all those not of its kind and I saw images, vague pictures of what looked like Humans, or Human-like figures, being dragged off by large, bipedal insects with blue carapace, six multi-jointed arms that each ended in a two clawed grasping appendage. I saw the fate of those that were dragged away, seemingly brought to a large tower made of cobwebs before being cocooned in webs. I grimaced at what I saw would follow, my Post-cognition taking over and showing me the fate of a thousand generations, being tortured for the sack of torture, experimented on, injected with what looked like egg sacks only for the young to burst out from the injected and even being ripped apart and eaten alive by these Xenos. I felt my anger grow at that, seeing the image of one of them laughing as one figure tried to stay alive even as the Xenos young were eating their way out of his guts, even as he screamed and cursed and begged for it to end, it didn't thanks to the Xenos corrupted technology.
"Open fire on that Satellite! Do not let it reach full charge! Helm! Full acceleration towards the planet below it, I don't care if you burn the damned engines out, we are going there. Now!" I ordered, my voice thundering through the air as I felt the psychic shock and awe from the Vanir Navigators, feeling my power even as it whipped around me like a hurricane in response to my emotions. Slamming my hand down on the armrest of my command throne with enough force to almost break it, I snarled as a thought-command activated the communications systems to address the whole fleet.
"Attention! This is Marcus Grimm, I want each ship to prepare its ground compliments and stand at battle stations! We are now approaching a Human colony world that has been subjected to twisted and sadistic Xenos. Give no quarter and hold no remorse, for their deserve none." I snarled as I stood up, turning off the communication systems as I felt acknowledgements bombard my mind before I shifted them to one side, looking around the CIC to see everyone getting ready for a fight. Helmets were being sealed, life support was being turned off, as was artificial gravity to save on power, I turned to the 2IC of the ship, Warden Saekell.
"Warden. You have command of the fleet." I stated as I stood up, already heading for the exit of the CIC as my intentions were already clear as day to all those in the room.
"As you command, Great Father."
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Tig'ra stared up at the glow of the Dread Star with no small amount of fear as it slow got brighter and brighter. Tears slowly dripping down her face as she lay next to the corpse of her father, who had been killed after ripping three of the Cruel Hard Ones apart after one of them tried to take her. She had screamed and her father had rushed out to save her, having been just in time to see one of them trying to pull her away with six strong arms. Without thinking, her father had rushed over, plunging a sword into one, ripping the head off another before cracking the chest of the third before one with a Thunder stave had attacked, blowing a hole through his chest. Others had seen this happen and, soon, the entire settlement was aflame with riots against the Cruel Hard Ones.
Until it stopped. It stopped when they all gazed upwards and saw the Dread Star glowing, knowing what that meant as one of the Cruel Hard Ones came forwards, clutching a staff of bone in one claw while it's body was covered in a shell engraved with lots of drawings and bits of writing.
"So have you defied us." It spoke, it's voice coming out with a strange chittering tone that served to underline how different they were, how... Other. "And so you shall burn for your defiance under the gaze of the Dread Star."
Following that, a Lightning wall had sprung up around the settlement, the Cruel Hard Ones having left as the light of the Dread Star only grew. None tried to escape, knowing that it would be a futile gesture, at best, as they would simply be hunted down and slaughtered, dying an even worse death than that of Cattle. The thought galled her and every other Felinid on Obros, none liked it, many tired to fight it, but it all ended the same way; With those that had fought being slaughtered and dragged back to the Palace of Webs and Screams.
"I will see you soon, Father..." Tig'ra whispered softly to herself as she kneeled next to the corpse of her father, accepting what might happen next as she gazed up at the Dread Star, knowing what would soon come.
But it never came.
A flash of blue light that eclipsed the red of the Dread Star shun through the sky, overloading the malevolent like before blasting it from the sky in a blinding light that drew the attention of all that saw it. Everyone, even the Cruel Hard Ones, looked to the sky for one reason or another.
For the Felinids like Tig'ra, it was a beautiful sight as the symbol of their subjugation and enslavement, of their humiliation was blasted from the darkness of the night's sky as though it was nothing. Around the Lightning wall, as Felinids roared their approval and excitement to the stars, the Cruel Hard Ones grew nervous, looking from side to side as they held their thick Thunder Staves in multiple claws. Tig'ra felt her mouth twist into a cruel smirk as she and many others felt that their chances of a final victory against the Cruel Hard Ones had just increased. However, before any of them could act, they watched as a fallen star came from the heavens and landed behind the Cruel Hard Ones, it's landing shaking the ground as smoke trailed behind it and from the crater. The Cruel Hard Ones advanced on the crater, weapons at the ready as Felinids watched with interest, Tig'ra having moved to the roof of one of the nearby buildings to get a better look.
What happened next would be recorded and celebrated throughout the rest of their history, an event so profound that it would change their entire civilizations and fill them with courage and inspire them to new heights.
Suddenly, from the smoke, came a massive figure with a similar shape as a Felinid, clad in armor of the darkness black and eyes that glared at the Cruel Hard Ones with utter hatred. In the figure's hand was a sword, as tall as any man and unusually shaped, but none could deny its effectiveness as the Star Warrior rushed the guards of the Cruel Hard Ones. Within moments, a dozen of their number lay dead, either cut to piece or crushed under a monstrous strength that belied the figures size, even if he was taller than most of the men she had seen in her life.
Watching now, she saw as the figure held the last Cruel Hard One up by its throat with one hand, another show of strength as the arm did not waver while the Cruel Hard One tried futilely to escape, it's claws doing nothing against the shadow-plate that clad this warrior. With a responding crunch, the shell was broken as the Cruel Hard One dropped to the ground, it's neck now noticeably thinner and with a hand print visible.
Then it turned to them.
Red eyes looked at them with what could only be described as happiness and determination as it walked over to one of the stone boxes were the Lightning wall was projected from before stabbing it with its sword. Sparks and flames billowed out of the box before the Lightning Wall flickered and died, the moment that the wall dropped, the warriors threw something at one of the bare-chested men that lay at the edge of the wall. Catching it out of instinct, Tig'ra saw that the thing that had been thrown at the Felinid was one of the Thunder staves of the Cruel Hard Ones. Looking between the weapon and the being, many didn't know what to do before the being spoke.
"This world is yours." It said, it's voice deep with flowing emotions, and only a deaf man wouldn't have been able to hear the hate and rage contained under a sea of calm, cold fury. "Now... It's time to take it back."
The words were simple, plain even, but the sheer and determination behind it made everyone feel as though they could do it, men stood taller and wore cocky smirks as they nodded, the Warrior nodded back as it seemed to turn and look up. Following it's gaze, they looked up to see more falling stars, more Star Warriors that were coming. Soon, it looked like the night sky was alive with them as they impacted the ground with no hesitation before getting back up and standing tall, weapons in hand.
"And we... Shall see that you succeed."
Tig'ra smiled at that, if just one of this beings could slaughter the Cruel Hard Ones in droves...
... Then what could an army of them do...?
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Looking around, I smirked as I looked onwards. It had been easy to push the Xenos back, especially since they used rather primitive weapons, a gunpowder equivalent mixed with an oxygenating agent to let them fire in a vacuum with a few rare Laser weapons through into the mix. The Felinids native to this planet were, among other things, determined if nothing else, they kept up with my forces well and showed just how determined they were when they fought like devils to kill the Xenos. I had actually seen three of them go berserk and start ripping into the Xenos with claws and teeth, one of them looked to be a girl in her twenties, one looked like a pregnant mother and the other was a guy standing around 2.35 metres tall, barrel-chested with thick slabs of muscle and lion-like mane of hair over his head.
That last one had been impressive to watch, if only because he had ripped one of the Xenos right down the middle with his bare hands/claws before using their arms as weapons to beat a few dozen others to death. It had been impressive to watch, much less so when he nearly died from a few dozen wounds he had taken during the course of his rage, but I would have said it was a worthy trade off since he was still alive and 52 Xenos weren't.
"All forces advance. These Xenos die before this day is out, not a second later." I commanded through the ODIN Field before I switched channels to another one. "Deploy the Grendals."
A moment later, the Grendals were in the fight.
The Grendals were machines controlled by ODIN and capable of doing a shit load of damage on their own. Each one of them was based on the Hashmal from Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans and equipped with similar weapons in the form of Transonic blades, Power Fields, two Heavy Las-talons, Plasma Beams and a nano-fabricator in each 'arm' that let it produce Goblins, which were based on the Pluma from the same show. Both of these machines were painted black and trimmed with grey and silver, all standing over five metres tall and very dangerous due to their own self-repair abilities and because of the fact that each one came with a swarm of Goblins that each carried a pair of Power Field-sheathed Transonic blades, one for each claw arm, and their drill had been replaced by a stinger that used nanites to tear its target apart as well as gather raw materials. Each Goblin was about the size of a Space Marine's backpack, had anti-grav abilities and, when not being used to gather resources, could be used as a semi-intelligent mobile mine with a smart charge capable of blowing up a tank.
I will admit that I smirked viciously when I saw the first twenty Grendals land, their arms unfolding as a few dozen Goblins suddenly piled out, thirty from each machine as ten started digging into the ground beside each machine while the rest of them charged at the hastily made fortifications of the 'Palace of Webs and Screams'. I smiled at that as I turned to see one of the ones who I knew to be a leader among his people, all of them were physically fit, strong and their eyes glinting in intelligence.
"Tell me, do you know how flammable those webs are?" I asked as I approached one of the leaders, the group of people around them looking confused while he blinked in confusion himself.
"Flammable? Well, we never managed to test it, but the fresh stuff I know for a fact will go up in flames and burn just as harshly as a wildfire." I nodded as I turned to look at the massive spire of webs, stone and skeletal remains.
"Good. Then tell me, how much would you like to see that spire go up in flames?" I asked. The vicious and bloodthirsty grins I got in return were answer enough.
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Tig'ra would admit it, she was grinning like an idiot at the beautiful sight before her.
The Palace of Webs and Screams set ablaze.
Kneeling down, she offered a silent prayer to those that had died in that nightmare infested place before looking back up, smiling as she saw the sky-chariots of the Star Warriors, or Aesir as they had called themselves. They had promised to help, promised to help rebuilt their world until it reached the level of being on par with what they had before the Great disaster millennia ago, before the Cruel Hard Ones had come, promised to help protect them from the things that crawled through the void between stars. Tig'ra could believe it, especially after all that the Aesir had done for them.
Kil'rov, as the Settlement leader, had already sent out runners to the only other settlements, four in total, saying that the nightmare was finally over, even going so far as to say that they would rise back to the level of their forefathers and would gain allies in the form of the Aesir. That last one technically wasn't true since they now owed the Aesir a debt that simply would refuse to be paid, their honour not allowing it since the Aesir, simply by existing, had given them back both their hope and their future. This meant that they would willingly submit once it was brought up during future 'talks' with the Aesir. Regardless, traditions had to be observed and respected, as such, there were talks of a bride, servant or mistress being provided to the leader of the Aesir in tribute and as a peace offering. It was an old tradition that dated back millennia, back to the time when they were not as united as they were now, it was a way of getting warring clans to become allies rather quickly, and it would now serve a far more meaningful purpose as it would take them back to the stars.
Needless to say, Tig'ra was the first one to volunteer for such a duty.
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[LEMON AHEAD!]
I sighed as I entered my personal chambers within the Invictus, closing the door behind me as I took of my armor and stored it in a compartment next to my bed, my sword leaning against the backboard by my pillow, leaving me in a thin, near-skin tight, one-piece body suit that I quickly took off to leave me in my boxers before I went for a shower. Stepping into the bathroom, I turned the water on, a luxury in space due to my own position while I turned it hotter until I was satisfied with it, though, had a normal Human been in it, they would have burned themselves significantly. Stepping into the shower, I sighed in contentment as I felt the warm water running over my skin, it helped to clear my head and get rid of my exhaustion, though, I wasn't physically exhausted, since I got by with only a few hours of sleep each week, no, I needed something to get rid of my mental exhaustion.
I had just gotten out of a conversation with the Felinid leaders who, apparently, believed that since my people had effectively given the Felinids hope again, along with a future in the stars, then they should serve the Aesir as, effectively, a vassal state. No government of their own and would simply obey the whims of the Aesir, not only that, but they believed that since this was going to happen, that Ineeded to get gifted with a young woman of their race as the method of sealing the contract. At first, I had tried to argue with them that such measures weren't necessary, that they should stand as equals with the Aesir, but it seemed that the Felinids were a lot more stubborn than I thought. It took fifteen hours for me to finally accept that they weren't going to budge on the matter and let things be, no matter how much I disliked it.
They, of course, were ecstatic about it all, even saying that I could 'take more than one mate with you to seal the deal', I refused, but just the sheer fact they had said as much had me resigned to what to expect out in the rest of the Galaxy if Humans had degraded to what was, effectively ancient civilizations. The Felinids of Obros actually were rather similar to ancient china, if only due to the style of their buildings, though, they did have other factors thrown into the mix.
"The only easy day was yesterday..." I muttered to myself as I let the water flow down on to my head. I closed my eyes and relaxed for a moment before I felt something off in the room.
"Then how about we help you relax a bit, huh, Master?" I snapped my eyes open and turned around as I heard that all too familiar voice before I paused, my eyes widening and I felt my jaw drop slightly, though, because of my surprise, I wasn't able to immediately suppress my physical reaction to what was before me.
Taenera, standing in what could only be described as a bikini and thong with the bikini made from thin strips of Wraithbone fabric that looked like a spider's web and barely covered her nipples while her thong barely even did that much as I got an eyeful. Her hair was down and she had one hip cocked to one side, a seductive smirk in place on her lips while her eyes glinted with what I could identify as predatory hunger, arousal, lust and love, mixed with a bit of amusement as I saw her eyes crawl over my body.
"Well, it seems someone is happy to see me." She remarked with a giggle as I became intimately aware of how hard my dick was, I gave her a deadpanned stare in return.
"And whose fault is that?" I shot back as I raised an eyebrow at that. "I thought you wanted to stay back at Yggdrasil? Something about doing some research of your own?" I asked, wanting to knew just what the hell was going on as Taenera giggles once more.
"Well, Master, I was looking into a few things to prove that, for one, you were not actually influencing me into loving you, though, I suppose that is relative since you still managed to get me to this point simply by being you. And, well, the second bit was mostly to see about getting a helper." I raised an eyebrow at that.
"A hel-Ooohh Damn..." I started, but it disappeared into a series of blissful grunts and words as I suddenly lost track of what I was saying as I looked down to see my hardened dick sticking out from between Taenera's two massive tits, both were utterly massive as she pressed them against my prick with a coy smirk as I grunted and mewed about, leaning against the wall behind me for support as she gently rubbed her chest up and down my dick.
"Oh my, Master, it looks like you were really excited to see me... I can't imagine why..." She spoke quietly as she started rubbing my shaft up and down, her breasts going alternating directions as my prick was swallowed by the twin mountains of soft flesh. I occasionally saw my dick appearing from under her massive, E-cup tits, where she would give it a quick lick before it was submerged once more by yet another pile of flesh.
"Maybe... It... Would... Help... If... You... Looked... In... A... Damned... Mirror...!" I managed to get out as grunted each word, holding on to a nearby railing to keep myself from falling over as any thought of trying to order her to stop was rapidly disappearing along with my ability to thick straight for more than a few seconds, though I did have enough foresight to ensure that I wouldn't be getting someone pregnant by accident, if it came to that. Taenera smiled at that, beaming widely and dripping with sex appeal and seduction.
"Why thank you, Master, for telling me how divine I look." I grunted in answer, not too sure what I was trying to say, but said it anyway. Suddenly, Taenera stopped as she stayed kneeling in front of my cock, not taking her eyes off it for a moment.
"You've been doing too much work, Master, and this is, if nothing else, your way of getting something to help you... relieve yourself of all that stress..." She stated with a smile.
Right before taking my entire dick into her mouth and sucking it as I felt her tongue running all along my length as she slowly started to pull back before swallowing the entire thing again, flicking her tongue at my balls just as she had them slap into her chin. My hands had shifted unconsciously to the back of her head, fingers digging into her hair as I pulled and pushed with her while my waist started moving, trying to get more since it felt so damned good!
"Like being sucked by a bloody vacuum..." I muttered out to myself as I slowed down slightly, feeling myself about to come after... Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Fuck if I knew, I hadn't even noticed when Taenera had turned off the damned shower with her Telekinesis. She knew that I must have been about ready to burst as her tongue seemed to lengthen and started caressing my entire length while the tip of it slipped out of her mouth and started flicking my balls, which were heavy with cum. I also felt her grab my waist, pulling hard as she tried to get me to speed up, probably wanting it sprayed around as she continued using her Biomancy to muck around with her own body, doing a hell of a lot of things to try and get me to cum. Suddenly, I felt a second tongue moving around in her mouth before it flicked the head of my dick, repeatedly as I felt almost ready to burst as it wrapped around the head of my cock and yanked me into her mouth with surprising strength.
And not a moment too late, as I finally stopped holding back, grabbing the back of her head and shoving it into my pelvis as far as it would go. A moment later, I saw her cheeks bulge as I felt that sweet, sweet release as rope after rope of cum sprayed into Taenera's mouth, so much so that the seal being formed by her lips broke and cum poured out of her mouth just a bit faster than she expected, dripping down her chin and on to her perky tits.
She let go of me at that point, pulling back as I honestly thought my legs were going to give out from under me as I held on to a railing beside me to keep from collapsing as Taenera, in turn, stumbled back to her feet with cum dripping down from her mouth and on to her chest. I saw two tongues slip out from her mouth for a moment before darting back in, both taking a bit of cum with them before she suddenly smirked as she glanced down, seeing that, yes, I was still harder than diamond.
Well, I highly doubt that may people wouldn'tstill be hard even after that, especially with thisTemptress in front of them...
"Mmmmmm... That was good..." She purred out as she moved forwards, wrapping both arms under my arms and giving me a hug as she pressed her chest into mine, helping to support my own weight even as I felt her grind her dripping cunt against my dick, feeling her running her lower lips against my shaft as I grunted from the feeling of it. A moment later and I was suddenly making out with Taenera as she forced both of her tongues into my mouth and ran over the entirety of my mouth as I, somehow, manage to do the same with my normal tongue, too far gone to be willing to risk any kind of Warp-based fuckery, especially if it involved mucking around with my own body. Pulling back after a minute, Taenera beamed at me in sheer joy, it was honestly terrifying, especially when you think of the statement:
When an Farseer is smug, they've won; When a Farseer is resigned, they've lost; When a Farseer is afraid, everyone has lost.
And I'm currently in a room with an Eldar that is a hell of a lot more powerful than some random Farseer with too many screws loose to count.
"Well then, I think that since we're done with the starters, let's move on to the main course..." She said as she pulled me along, the room suddenly warping as I felt the distinct shift in the world around me, I recognised it as us being teleported.
Then we fell a short distance on to my bed. I blinked a few times just to make sure that had happened, I mean, yeah, it could happen, but that was rather weird in terms of disorientating someone in terms of directions. I got my wits about me fast enough to suddenly notice that I had twobodies sharing the bed with me as I noted, first, Taenera, who was grinning impishly at me, before I noticed Frida on the other side of the bed, beaming happily and looking like her life-long wish had come true. I went to say something witty, but found myself cut off by Frida as she slammed her lips on to mine. My eyes widened in surprise before I finally just decided to go with it, that and I was rather enjoying the taste of mango from her lips. My hands easily started moving, sliding up the Aesir's body as she wrapped her arms around my neck and placed her legs around my waist, holding tightly as one of my hands slide down to her ass. I felt her moan and shiver at the contact before I gave it a squeeze that caused her entire body to shiver slightly as it did interesting things to her tits, easily DD cup sized and really damned soft, as I found out when my free hand started kneading her breasts.
Slipping down from the lip lock, I started kissing Frida's neck even as I saw Taenera moving in the corner of my vision, I paid it little attention as I continued moving, Frida holding on to my head as she guided it further down until I was looking at her unoccupied breast.
"Oh yeah... Yes... Oh please... Right there..." The Aesir moaned out as I started suckling her big breasts, happily biting, sucking and kneading her breasts as I moved around, my other hand moving from kneading her ass to running a nail along her clitt as I continued working away before stopping as I saw Taenera looming over the two of us.
"That's it, Master, just relax... Now, let me help you with that..." She purred softly as I suddenly felt her slamming her crotch down, shoving her lower lips over my dick and then sheathing it entirely before I felt it tighten like a vice around my dick as I went to jump up from the sudden action. My hands tightening on reflex while my face suddenly ended up being smothered in Frida's breast, I felt her hands running through my hair as she pulled me closer to her body.
Honestly, I had no problem with what was going on because one thing was rather damned clear to me at this stage.
This was going to be one hell of a fulfilling night!
[LEMON OVER!]
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AN: Well, the MC finally got laid and learned to relax, shit happened and everything went to hell. For those curious, the 'Cruel Hard Ones' are based on one of the minor factions from Endless Space 2, the Tikanan. Still, I hope you enjoyed that, and, as always, feedback is appreciated.