Serafina held her breath as she undressed, peeling off the skin-tight containment suit.  It would be months before the smell washed out of the holding cells.  The air scrubbers were working overtime to purge the musk of the hundred-some beasts within but they simply weren't designed for this kind of work.  The residual smell in her hair was enough to turn heads on the bridge if she did not clean herself thoroughly after each inspection.  In truth, there was very little she could contribute at this stage of her project.  She was no Magos Biologis and certainly not an exotic species handler but she did feel responsible for overseeing the project from beginning to end.  For half a Terran year she had secreted away funds, purchasing beasts and trainers in secret.  She'd be damned if she neglected her duty now.  Then again, she may be damned for what she was doing anyway.  The thought brought a slight smile to her lips as she stepped into the shower.
	Serafina rested against the wall of the bath, water running down her lithe form.  She scrubbed her pale, freckled skin insistently, taking special care to not miss an inch. She possessed a certain ephemeral beauty, her soft blue eyes and flowing red hair giving color to her beautiful, porcelain-carved face.  She was tall and athletic, equally appealing in a ballroom gown or her combat bodyglove.  A life of training and dueling had given her what her genes had not, filling out her otherwise skeletal form with a healthy amount of flesh.  A firm ass and thick thighs more than made up for her modest bust.  Few who did not know her would have guessed that she was void-born, intense training and extensive treatments offsetting much of her race's notorious frailty.  
	She, like the last seven generations before her, had been born on this very ship, raised from birth to serve the house of Kante, proud bearers of a warrant of trade.  As the eldest of her family, she served the rogue trader directly as her seneschal and had done so for more than a decade, ever since the untimely death of her parents and the then chief-of-house.  Their unexpected deaths had left the house in disarray.  The solitary heir to the warrant of trade, Faydra, was a mere fifteen years old and Sera was scarcely a year older than she.  While they had been close as children, the sudden responsibility drove them even closer, the two becoming the closest of friends as they learned and practiced their respective roles without the guiding hands of their parents.  Over time, this friendship grew and eventually became much more.  
	Serafina's hand played in the trimmed, fiery red hairs upon her mound as she thought of her lover.  Ever since their first time together, she could never forget the feel of her large yet perky breasts or the sound of her quiet moans of pleasure whenever they made love.  It had been far too long since she felt her lover's soft, tanned flesh against her own.  As of recent, the rogue trader had seemed almost consumed with the task of maintaining her grand fleet and her health and attitude were both suffering as a result.  Ever since the her last collapse, Serafina had insisted on taking over her day-to-day responsibilities, even going so far as to have Faydra “accidentally” locked in her quarters to make sure she had adequate rest.  It was because of this that Serafina was working so diligently to ensure her surprise was perfect.  They both needed a break and she knew just what they needed.
	Despite the hot water, Sera felt her nipples harden as she thought of the feel of her woman's body.  She was tall, though not so tall as Sera, dark, and beautiful.  Near-black eyes sat deeply within her sharp face, framed by shoulder-length black hair.  Everything about her, from the delicate lines of muscle on her stomach to the swell of her curves excited the young seneschal.  Memories of long and passionate nights played through Serafina's mind as her index finger circled the hard nub at the fore of her womanhood.  Her grunts and gasps merged with those in her imagination as she remembered her lover, tied and helpless, twitch and strain against her bonds as pleasure gripped her.  Watching Faydra's steely personality crumble and break under endless pleasure as the machine drove its many vibrating, ridged appendages into her every orifice had been the most sensual experience of her life.  The look of complete and utter satisfaction on her face almost made up for the judgemental and sometimes confused stares she received from the Enginseers since she had requested the machine be made.  
	Shaking with pleasure, Serafina detached the wand from the shower, positioning it to spray directly upon her sex.  With her spare hand, she parted her nether lips to provide greater access.  She ran the stream of water in quick patterns along the length of her slit, slowing slightly as the water massaged her pearl.  Her legs shook as she panted, mouth hanging open, gasping at the ceiling.  The water almost felt cool against the heat of her sex despite the steam that filled each ragged breath.  An involuntary cry escaped her lips as her orgasm came, rolling in slow waves as her body writhed.  Her walls clenched at nothing in rhythm with the swell of pleasure.  She slid down the wall and struggled to catch her breath when her climax faded.  As much as she needed that, she had work to do.  After a quick rinse, she engaged the automatic dryer and mentally prepared herself for the last stage of her plan.  A mere eighteen hours remained before she unveiled her gift.  She could hardly wait.



“UNEXPECTED ERROR 1385, ELECTRICAL SHORT IN EXTRACTOR UNIT, HAS BEEN RESOLVED.  ELECTRODE ARCHITECTURE HAS BEEN MODIFIED TO ACCOUNT FOR PRESENCE OF CONDUCTIVE FLUID.”

	Serafina thanked the engineer curtly for his update as she did her best to ignore the flaming corpse on the ground.  That poor...whatever it was.  Well, at least it died doing what it loved.  Everything but the “extractor units”, as the Enginseers called them, had already passed inspection and were ready to go.  Even the industrial-grade drain they re-appropriated was meeting expectations.  The extractor units were a much more recent addition.  The idea did not really sit well with her, but filling a thousand gallon tub by hand was a daunting process.  Of course, she would insist on doing some of the work herself.  What kind of gift would it be if it didn't have her “personal touch”?
	With the extractor units nearly ready for operation, the beast handlers began to load the display cages.  A motley assortment of men and even a few of the Dark Eldar escorted the beasts one-by-one with chains, whips and prods into specially designed containment cells.  The majority of the creatures were sabre-wolves, man-sized canids bred for aggression and predatory instinct.  Of course, this litter had been designed with somewhat different criteria in mind.  They retained their species' incredible strength and long, toothy maws but the trail of viscous white they left behind told her that the Magos Biologis had come through on his promise.  
	Sera fought to suppress a laugh as she watched the Enginseers skitter about.  For all their talk about the “purity of the machine”, she could practically feel their unease as they fitted and adjusted extractor units to each of the caged monsters.  They looked at once  uncomfortable and incredibly embarrassed, like a Schola boy forced to strip naked in front of his peers.  She finally lost her composure as one of the priests of Mars engaged his maglev unit to travel over the slowly expanding pools of white.  Thick droplets of the stuff sprayed in all directions as he passed over, eliciting sharp bursts of angry cant from the nearby priests.  
	In the center of the room, a pair of containment cells flanked a wide marble tub slightly over a meter deep.  The cages would be left unoccupied until right before the event, the creatures within far too dangerous to expose for any length of time.  The tub, however, warranted further inspection.  Over three meters long by two in width and carved from white marble, it was just as beautiful as she had hoped it would be.  She did not remember requesting that the faucets be shaped like gargoyles, though she did admit that it was a nice touch, particularly where the artisan placed the spouts.  A gentle warmth grew between her thighs as she sat on the edge of the bath and pictured it in use.  In the morning, she would reveal it to Faydra.  Until then, all she could do is wait and try to get some sleep, though the spreading dampness between her lips told her that sleep would have to wait.



“Are we almost there yet?  I keep on feeling that you're going to walk me into a wall.”

“Yes, it's just at the end of the hall.  And keep that blindfold on.  I want you to be surprised.”

	Faydra stumbled awkwardly down the corridor, dragged by the hand by her over-enthusiastic seneschal.  Her heart raced with anticipation as their stride quickened.  Sera had been full of surprises today, waking her up at some unholy hour for an impromptu quickie in her closet.  Being blindfolded and told she was getting a present seemed par for the course at this point.  She hadn't even been given time to dress before being pulled out into the corridor in nothing but her night clothes.    
	Faydra nearly did run into a wall as Sera dragged them both to an abrupt stop at the end of the hall.  She was still blindfolded, though her other senses were chipping in their own bits of information, presenting a rather interesting picture of the room she was in.  The first thing she noticed was the overpowering smell of incense.  It clearly was not liturgical incense, but rather some exotic blend of spices her lover had no doubt purchased for the occasion.  The confusing thing was the intensity of the smell.  She could not help but wonder what kind of scent Sera was masking with so much incense.  Next came the realization that the room was completely silent.  Artificially silent.  Her seneschal was clearly going to extraordinary lengths to hide the content of the room, though whether it was to preserve the surprise or hide something unsavory she did not know.   

“Alright, blindfold off.  You can look now.”

	The first thing she noticed was Serafina's sudden lack of clothing.  A deep crimson flush spread across her porcelain skin, betraying her arousal as clearly as slow trickle of wetness that ran down her legs.  Behind her laid a large bath, easily large-enough to fit her bridge crew.  While empty, it was surrounded by a number of spouts in the form of erect gargoyle penises.  Thick curtains covered rows of boxes along the back wall, as well as a much larger set flanking the tub.  Truth be told, it felt more like some demented game show than a gift.  She approached cautiously, unsure what the young seneschal had planned.  She had learned to be cautious around Sera's “surprises” after the incident with the invisible zoanthrope.  
	
“It's nice.  Not thrilling, but nice.”

	Faydra paced around the tub, admiring the intricate carving on the statues.  Never before had she seen such fine skill applied to sculpting gargoyle dicks, though it did not feel as though she was missing much.  She was torn between disappointment and confusion, unsure why her seneschal decided that she needed the galaxy's gaudiest bath.  

“Enginseer, power on.”

	The sudden, shouted order distracted Faydra from her cursory inspection, drawing her attention towards the previously hidden techpriests scrambling near the curtained boxes.  The soft hum of machinery presaged a chorus of bestial growls as the curtains fell.  Rows of chained beasts sat in the uncovered cages, strapped into a mass of whirring machinery.  The monsters howled and moaned but made no attempt to move, either unable or unwilling to move much more than the occasional involuntary twitch.  Her unspoken question was answered moments later as a stream of thick, white fluid started to leak from the faucets.  A slow trickle at first, the flow grew rapidly until the viscous cream shot out in great streams, splashing on impact with the tub.  She knelt to reach into the tub, finger pulling a measure of the fluid to her nose and then to her outstretched tongue.  

“Cum?  Bath.  Cum bath?”
	A light slap on the ass pushed Faydra forward, her foot shooting out to break her fall and bring her one step into the rapidly filling bath.  The semen flowed quickly over her foot, nearly covering the tops of her toes.  Sticky warmth surrounded her, clinging to her skin as her second foot entered without her conscious direction.  Wet lips brushed the side of her neck as she was suddenly reminded of the other woman in the room.  Gentle hands played lightly across her body, nails scratching slightly on their path to her breasts.  She moaned lightly as the fingers found her nipples, squeezing and teasing as a tongue ran down her neck and onto her shoulder to be replaced by a series of light kisses trailing down her back.  A slightly-too-hard bite on her bicep drew her attention to the excited and obviously aroused woman behind her as she leaned in, whispering sensually into her ear.


“Lay back.”

	Sera pushed down on her lover, laying her against the reclined wall of the tub.  The cum coated her partner instantly, eliciting a sudden gasp as it flowed into her sex.  It was all she could do to resist the temptation to jump on and ravage the panting, flushed rogue trader immediately.  Instead, she shuffled on her knees to the nearest spout.  A thick stream of cum sprayed out in uneven jets, surging and waning as the monstrous ejaculations synchronized.  With the best bedroom eyes she could manage, she eyed her partner as her lips kissed the marble dick.  She moaned loudly enough for Faydra to hear as the cum flowed into her mouth and out of her open lips.  Truth be told, it tasted foul, though it mattered little with how intensely the acutely sexual act stoked her lust.  Thick trails of white flowed down her neck and over her breasts, coating her in a thick layer of sticky seed.  Her hands moved to spread the monstrous gift, running smoothly over her tainted porcelain skin.  She rubbed her entire body as if washing herself.  Her show was obviously having its intended effect as she watched Faydra's hand disappear under the rising cum.  As a finale to her act, she released the statue's dick and lay back, supporting herself with her hands and presenting her entire body and face.  Seconds later, the first rope of cum came, drawing a line across her body and over her face, drenching her hair in the process.  She moaned lewdly as each shot splattered her already filthy body before running in rivulets down her breasts and stomach.  As the stream died down, she turned over and crawled, hands and knees, towards her lover.
	Face-to-face now with Faydra, she opened her mouth, small tendrils of seed leaking as she showed off her payload.  Before her partner could react, she brought her lips to hers and opened her mouth.  Her lover's tiny squeal of surprise only spurred her on, her tongue pushing out of her own mouth to violate the other.  For a while, her tongue prodded and licked inside the rogue trader's mouth unopposed, slathering every inch of her mouth with foreign saliva and exotic cum.  When Faydra reciprocated, it was in earnest, her tongue wrestling against the intruder and forcing whole scoops of cum back into Sera's mouth.  Their moans and gasps intermingled as the kiss grew deeper and deeper until neither could continue, too desperate for breath.  The seneschal drew back, panting for breath as thin strings of mixed fluids stretched from her lips to her lover's.  She backed away slowly, lowering her face while raising her cum-soaked ass.  
	Leaning in again, her lips found her partner's navel, kissing and sucking gently as she pressed against the other woman's thighs, opening her legs and inviting herself in.  Inch-by-inch she worked her way down from navel to mons, licking and sucking gently as she went.  A milky trail followed her tongue, drawing a map across Faydra's groin.  With an exaggerated deep breath, she plunged into the milky white fluid.  The foul taste of the cum lessened slightly as her tongue found its mark.  The rogue trader jumped and gasp as her tongue probed deeper between her folds.  She wasted no time in her assault, her tongue lashing to-and-fro as her lips grabbed and sucked whatever they could find.  Subtlety and teasing had no place in a literal pool of sabre-wolf cum.  Her nose hovered a few hairs above the liquid, each heavy breath filling her with the musk of a dozen beasts and spurring on her assault.
	Serafina devoted her entire mouth to the pleasure of her lover, sucking, licking, and kissing every available inch of her sex.  She was so enraptured with tasting Faydra's sex that she barely noticed the woman's twitching movements and gasping breaths.  What did not escape her notice, however, was her own arousal.  Cum and arousal dripped from her brazenly displayed sex as a heat she never felt before built inside her.  Her body shook and begged for release despite barely being touched.  She fought the urge to finish herself off, unwilling to take even a second away from servicing her woman.  A hand pulled her deeper still as she became aware of her lover's impending climax.  Fingers twisted in her hair, digging into her scalp and spreading cum everywhere they touched.  With a finality only possible for one who knew everything about her lover's body, she gave one final, long lick across her entire sex before pursing her lips about her clit.  Their eyes met for a moment as she relented for but a second, just long-enough to speak a single word.

“Cum.”

	It was neither a suggestion nor a command, but a statement of fact born of intimate knowledge of her lover's body.  An instant later, her lips sealed around Fayla's pearl as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking as hard as she dared.  Her partner responded immediately, her thighs slamming shut around her head even as she was pulled deeper inside.  The rogue trader's thighs dripped cum as they enveloped her head, muffling the sounds of her moans as she climaxed.  Sera never stopped her attentions, flicking her tongue over the exposed flesh of her clitoris as she spasmed and clenched.  She could no longer breath due to the rising cum, but such a triviality would not ruin this moment.  Her eyes never left her partner as she watched her white-tinged body shake in ecstasy.  
	A long moment of exquisite pleasure later, the pressure around her head loosened enough for Serafina to escape her lover's cunt and draw a long-awaited fresh breath.  The air felt cold and sterile after so long breathing in such strong musk, but the clarity it brought was refreshing.  Her own arousal surfaced almost immediately after having been so long neglected.  She stood and straddled her lover, cum pouring off her body in sheets.  Her hands found the edge of the tub, gripping it as much for support as to restrain her own lust as she thrust her nether lips into Faydra's face, grinding her aching sex against whatever she could reach.  Her dripping cunt had already made a mess of the other woman's face before she took the not-so-subtle hint and opened her mouth.
	The first lick sent waves of pleasure up the seneschal's spine.  The second almost brought her to her knees.  Her hands slipped and groped ineffectually at the edge of the tub in an attempt to support her overwhelmed body.  Each time the rogue trader licked her, the tongue probed deeper and deeper inside of her.  It was not licking but rather lapping, scrounging and digging for every drop of mixed fluid.  Oh God Emperor, she needed this.  She needed more.  She thumbed the activation rune to open the cage in front of her, exposing the first beast.  
	The monster stood in a stupor, drugged out of its mind by the powerful mixture of aphrodisiacs and volume increases that coursed through its veins.  Tall and furry yet covered with spines, it vaguely resembled a were-wolf of ancient Terran mythology but with thick bony spines.  A Cruorian War Beast, she vaguely recalled.  It was said that their intelligence nearly matched that of the feral humans they so often hunted, though none of its predatory cunning resisted the inescapable pull of the heavy load of drugs that engorged its knotted cock to almost two feet in length.  Serafina found herself staring eye-to-cock with the beast as it dripped thick gobs of precum from its twitching penis.  
	She grasped the thick length around the head, jerking and squeezing it lightly to get a feel for the beast.  It yielded easily under her grip but remained rigid, almost as if it were padded.  A second hand joined its twin on the beast's shaft and she began to pump in earnest.  First in concert then in opposite directions, her hands stroked and squeezed the massive canine's dick with enthusiasm that surprised even her.  Before she knew it, her mouth had split to kiss its pointed tip.  She rolled her tongue along the underside of the beast's shaft, exploring its length as she took him deeper and deeper inside.
	Her mouth opened still wider to take as much as she could before she could feel its tip scratching at the back of her throat.  With the monster's throbbing shaft as deep as it could fit, she continued her exploration, letting her hands alternate between stroking the beast's shaft, knot and leathery sack all while her tongue probed and tasted everything it could touch.  A small bump near the tip of his cock drew her attention, particularly when the brute shook as her tongue touched it.  It thrust as though to breed her mouth, yet the plasteel restraints held firm, reducing its powerful strokes to mere shivers and helpless spasms.  The more she played with the spot the more it grew until a thick liquid began to seep from it.  At first she thought it was precum, though its weak taste and small volume disappointed her.  The moment she swallowed, however, she knew that whatever it was, it wasn't pre.
	She felt the syrupy liquid flow down her throat in exquisite detail, acutely aware of every muscle in her throat as it squeezed and brought the strange fluid deeper into her body.  Everything it touched became hot and before long the heat had spread through her neck and into her chest and head.  Her vision and thoughts clouded as it reached her brain and she became intoxicated by the sensation.  She felt every small touch against her hot, throbbing skin as the most incredible pleasure.  She found herself taking its shaft deeper and deeper into her throat to soothe the burning need inside her.  She felt nothing except for the monster's obscene shaft as it plunged in and out of her throat and filling her mind with orgasmic bliss.  Her hands migrated from the beast's shaft to her own breasts as the heat filled them, her nipples screaming out to be touched and rubbed, anything to give just a little more pleasure.  
	Her body was locked in a state of constant orgasm, shaking and convulsing at random as the foreign heat spread.  She was reminded suddenly of Faydra's presence when the coursing wave of sensitivity reached her womanhood.  In an instant, she lost her last frayed strand of self-control and succumbed to the overpowering pleasure inside her.  She pushed her body to the limit, taking  fully half of the beast's massive cock into her throat as she forced her sex into the other woman's face.  Her pace was frantic, the squelching sounds of her throat drowned out by the sound of her heart pounding in her chest.  Her vision went white with overload, though she had no need to see.  Her body knew what it needed and pleasured itself without her direction.  One of her hands gripped her woman's head to stabilize it against her own frenetic thrusts as she struggled to find her orgasm.  The pleasure that wracked her was already beyond anything she had felt before but she still instinctively knew that there was more to be had.  
	Every thrust seemed to only inflame her lust and pleasure with no end in sight.  The speed with which she throated the beast's massive member would have stunned her if any part of her mind was not wholly occupied with her surging arousal.  She was far too gone to feel the woman struggling to free herself underneath her or to notice that the War Beast's breathing and pathetic thrusting was coming to a head.  Its first shot went straight down her throat, drenching her insides and coating her esophagus.  Everywhere it touched exploded in a flurry of sensation, a tsunami of pleasure radiating from her stomach.  Her body fell loose as her climax stole her footing.  She fell down in a heap of orgasmic pleasure, monstrous cock sliding out of her throat inch-by-inch even as it continued to pump her full of cum.  Sera felt nothing as her body splashed into the knee-deep cum and into the arms of her lover, her body long since incapacitated by sensation.  Her eyes stared unfocused at the ceiling as she panted and moaned weakly, tongue lolling out of her mouth.  With a final sigh, blackness encroached.

	
	Cold.  Cold and hard.  The warmth she felt before was gone and replaced with a seeping chill that enveloped her back.  She coughed and chocked slightly as liquid tickled the back of her throat.

“Sera, you're awake!  Are you alright?”

	Sensation returned slowly.  Her throat was incredibly sore, though she had no trouble remembering why.  Her whole body tingled with numbness and was slow to respond as she tried to struggle to a sitting position.  A thick layer of cum frustrated her grip but at least reassured her that she had not been unconscious long.  The intensity of her orgasm frightened her now that it had passed.  She had never felt anything even close to that and was not entirely sure if the human body was built to.  Her sight came back with a slight blur as her eyes struggled to focus after her ordeal.  Everything past her mouth burned with pain but she felt compelled to answer.

“Yeah, I'll be fine.  I just got a bit ahead of myself.  That monster was something else.”

	Speaking of monsters, the Cruorian War Beast slumped in his cage, unconscious.  Serafina turned to see Faydra looking down at her with concern.  Some gift this was.  She practically raped her friend while deepthroating her present before passing out in knee-high cum.  She was going to need to do something to make it up to her.  At least she had a second surprise in the other cage.  That she would save for later.  For now, she needed to get her feet under her.  Metaphorically.  Her literal feet were still in the tub.  Before the rogue trader could protest, she propped herself up on her elbows and forced her lips to hers.  Her lover tried to pull back, but she was having none of that.  She followed smoothly, never losing her lip lock.  

“I'm fine.  Really.  Now get back in the tub.  We still have a few more hours of cum, I'd hate to see it go to waste.”

	With a look of suspicion, Faydra slipped back into the tub, sitting up to her breasts in creamy white broth.  Serafina followed, doing her best to hide the shaking in her limbs.  She felt fine, for the most part, and was still hornier than a daemonette at a...well, anywhere, really.  The warmth of the cum fought off the chill that had seeped into her from the cold floor, returning with it some measure of her vitality.  Her sex flooded with arousal almost immediately, probably from the excess War Beast cum that mingled with the seed of the dozen-odd other beasts.  She sat with her back against the wall, legs spread, and drew her lover into her arms.  
	Serafina's hands ran over her lover's body, working to dispel the nervous tension brought about by her own predicament.  Faydra resisted at first but quickly joined in, leaning in to initiate a deep kiss.  The seneschal tasted for the first time since they started her lover's mouth, untainted by the semen of some foul beast.  She tasted slightly sweet, a familiar taste that brought back years of memories and shared experiences of triumph and defeat, and of love and unswerving dedication to each other.  
	Their kiss broke as Faydra pulled back to draw breath.  The seneschal seized the initiative and gripped her lover by the thighs, pulling her as close as possible as she spread her own legs.  A moment of grinding later, she found what she was looking for.  The rogue trader gasped in surprise and pleasure as their labia touched, a brief spark of pleasure before she was manhandled into position, their lower lips pressing against each other with breathtaking force.  A moment later, Serafina's hands found her lover's hips and began thrusting.  Using every bit of her limited range of motion, she rubbed her own cunt against the other woman's with vigor, grinding side-to-side as much as she thrust down the length of her slit.  She gripped the woman's waist tightly and found the leverage she needed to let loose.  She ground against her lover with abandon, stroking both their cunts as quickly as the viscous fluid would allow.  Cum rose and fell in waves around the pair as they rutted, soft white waves breaking against the hard walls of the bath and splattering in all directions.  
	The air grew heavy between them as Sera drew her partner into an embrace, her arms encircling the athletic woman as their slits rubbed and kissed each other.  Her mouth found Faydra's collar bone, licking and kissing where it went.  Her tongue sought out and eagerly lapped up the cum, revealing the tanned skin underneath.  Her mouth moved in a meandering line towards the other woman's breast, tongue scraping and tasting the unique mixture of beast cum and her lover's sweat.  Her tongue circled the woman's nipple, revealing the hard, pink bud only briefly before her mouth latched on.  Faydra jumped as the seneschal's lips wrapped around her nipple, the gentle sucking and light scrape of teeth accenting the rough slapping and grinding of their cunts.  
	Their breathing stuttered in unison, their bodies looking to reach their peak together.  With a quick shuffle, Sera adjusted her position, laying one leg over her lover's and wrapping it around her back, bringing them as close as possible for the moment of climax.  Their lips pressed against each other, lubricated by hundreds of gallons of feral beast cum until a chance movement brought their clits together.  A sharp yelp of pleasure filled the room as they pressed against one another in fast, choppy movements.  Their most sensitive places ground against each other as the two came in unison, their bodies pressing and scraping against each other in the throws of orgasm.  Cum pumped in and out of their cunts as they contracted, squeezing and vacuuming the thick liquid with every wave of pleasure.
	Their bodies held tight as they orgasmed and then as they came down, the thick layer of cum between them lubricated the motion of their bodies as they heaved and panted.  A long kiss followed even as they groped and felt each other, coming down slowly from an orgasmic high.  

“So, ready to see what's behind door number two?”

Faydra eyed her nervously
“Is it safe?  The last one scared the the shit out of me”

“Hopefully not into the bath?”

“You know what I mean.  That's not going to happen again, right?”

“No.  And this one's just for you.  I cashed in a favor with a former business partner of yours to get this one.  Be careful, he's not like most of his kind.  He's kinda...experimental.  Just don't tear his dick off, okay?

	A press of a button and the second monster was revealed.  Inside an intricate harness of rune-carved chains hung the tortured body of an Eldar.  Spikes and electrodes protruded from his skin, bound by an intricate weave of cables into the despicable creature's head.  The slight rise and fall of his chest was the only thing that marked him as a living being, for better or for worse.  That and his cock, perpetually rock-hard from the intrusions of a skilled homunculus.  It was modest in size, even among his kind, but the strange texture and slow leak of glowing fluid hinted at something entirely unnatural hiding just beneath the surface.  

“What is it?”

“Well, it was a Farseer.  Now I am not so sure.  Why don't you give him a try?  His cum is something special.  Magical, even.”

“When you say magi-”

“Shut up and suck.”

	Faydra's lips wrapped around the abomination's cock, sliding quickly up and down his shaft as her hand stroked him.  A few tentative pumps showed that the monster gave no reaction, its limbs still and lifeless and breathing even.  Serafina was a little disappointed, but had been told to expect as much, considering the extensive modifications to his body.  Faydra seemed disinterested, as though the creature's unnatural stillness was putting her off.  In truth, Sera was unsure if she could blow what was effectively a corpse.  Perhaps two mouths were better than one.
	Serafina ducked underneath the rogue trader to sit underneath the mutilated Eldar.  Her mouth quickly joined her lover's, licking and kissing along the underside of his cock.  They barely had enough room for both their mouths, their lips and tongues touching more often than not.  The intimate touch was all it took for Faydra to get into it, bobbing her head up and down his shaft faster and faster, if only to feel her lover's lips once more.  They synchronized their movements, tongues and lips meeting at once as though trying to seal a kiss through his shaft. It did not take long once they began their combined assault for the abomination to show signs of orgasm.  He never moved and inch, but the throbbing of his cock proffered no other explanation than imminent orgasm.  Sera backed off, intent that her lover take his whole load.
	
	Faydra's eyes went wide as the mutilated Farseer came, filling her mouth with his unnatural seed.  She gagged at the taste, small strings of fluorescent semen escaping her mouth before she could swallow.  

“What the fuck was wrong with that stuff?”

“I don't know, I didn't make it.  Maybe it makes you really horny?”

	Faydra immediately grew flush with arousal, her body suddenly burning with desire at the suggestion.  Serafina saw the confusion and worry cross her face at her own sudden reaction but decided to press the opportunity.

“I bet you're so fucking hot you could cum the moment I touch you, couldn't you?”

	Her body shook with arousal, wound tight around the phantom pleasure that was building at her core.  Sera couldn't help but smile as she watched the girl writhe, fingering herself desperately to soothe her arousal.  Oh, yes.  This was worth the million Gelt and so much more.  She crept closer, swaying her hips as she trudged through the pool of cum.  Reaching out, she touched her finger to the other woman's thigh just below the cum.  Inch by slow inch her finger traced its way up her lover's thigh.  Each passing second put her more on edge until she was nearly hyperventilating, watching the finger inch towards her sex.