Autarch Kayleth of Alaitoc was known, among her people, as many things. Severe, proud, and beautiful, even by the standards of a species known for its callousness, arrogance, and great physical beauty. She was a distant figure to the Eldar of Alaitoc. Her life was given over to an endless cycle of preparing for and waging war, she was almost never seen without her finely-wrought armour and weapons, and few aboard the Craftworld could remember having seen her smile. It had become something of a running joke among the Alaitocii that Kayleth was secretly walking the Path of the Seer as well as the Path of Command, and had been doing so for a very long time; after all, surely only a creature carved from ice or crystal could be so cold and distant?

Within her quarters, Kayleth fought the urge to pace. She was anx...no, she was *tense*. She refused to think of herself as anxious, or nervous. The Autarch stood, ram-rod straight, bedecked in her full war panopoly, staring at the webway portal built into the rear room of her apartment. The room was dim; she had temporarily disconnected it from the Infinity Circuit to ensure privacy, and the comfort of her guests.

Will they come? Kayleth wondered. Her eyes narrowed a fraction as she wondered. More to the point, did she want them to come?

The plume of dark hair that cascaded down from her tall, tight topknot drifted back and forth in the Craftworld's simulated climate. Her fingers twitched. 

Nothing happened. They weren't coming.

The Autarch's stern expression didn't change, but her shoulders slumped a fraction. She was about to step forwards and deactivate the portal when it suddenly blazed into life. Blazing, shimmering light flooded forth, briefly silhouetting two figures and the burden they carried. The light dimmed, and the pair stepped forth, a large metal casket dragged behind them. It rattled as it was set down, and a long, sibilant hiss echoed from within.

Kayleth's heart skipped a beat at the sight. This was really happening. Her lips pursed, she turned her attention to the figures who had arrived with it. Both were, like all Eldar, tall and pale-skinned, though while Kayleth's features were porcelain-clean and smooth, the newcomers were pallid and appeared somehow artificial.

"Ah, noble Autarch! Know me as Yisillia Tha'laka, merchant-queen of the Bleak Carnivale, and my accomplice here is Drajik, Beastmaster of the Cult of Strife." The female stepped forwards and swept into an elaborate, mocking bow, her black, gauzy robes shifting to display tantalizing hints of bare flesh beneath. "A thousand apologies for our delay. A few minor issues with the cargo, you see."

A hint of a frown passed over Kayleth's stern, patrician face. She glanced past Yisillia to the case. The Beastmaster standing next to it was dressed like a barbarian, with an appealingly rugged bare chest and a helm fashioned from the skull of some arachnid beast. He stood in silence, greeting her with a simple nod, and Kayleth read irritation in his posture."It wasn't damaged, I hope?"

"Oh no, no. The slaves I tasked with preparing the creature for transit were tardier than I had hoped." The woman clicked her tongue in irritation. "They have been suitably chastised, you'll be glad to hear."

The Autarch didn't comment on that. She preferred not to dwell upon how the Dark Eldar treated their captives. 

"Very well." Kayleth reached into one of the pouches strung around her waist and produced two large gemstones, each the colour of old blood. The Commorite woman's lean, blade-like face split into a greedy leer and she almost snatched them out of the Autarch's hands as Kayleth handed them over. "Your payment."

Yisillia brushed her lurid green and black hair back behind her tapered ears and slid the waystones into the depths of her robes. Kayleth would never dream of handing over live soulstones to the Dark Eldar, but she knew that some of the more self-aware Commorites would pay a fortune to secure an empty one for their own use. The Autarch gestured towards the cage. "There. Now, let me see it."

Drajik produced a key, bent, and unlocked the heavy front of the case. A dark, barbed shape moved within, curling over and in upon itself, and a second hiss filled the air. First one, then two long, smooth claws emerged, their tips scraping along the psychoplastic floor as the creature dragged itself into the dim half-light of Kayleth's quarters. A lithe, chitinous body followed a snarling, fanged head as the Hormagaunt pulled itself clear, its long tail held out stiff behind it. This time, Kayleth couldn't help but draw in a short, sharp breath at the sight. 

If anyone knew what she was doing - what she was about to do...the Autarch didn't want to think of the consequences. She fought the urge to look around the room, to check the infinitiy nodes were as still and dark as she had left them. As far as she knew, this was the first time a Tyranid had set foot upon a Craftworld since the disaster at Iyanden, and the memory of that event was still stark in the minds even of those Eldar from other Craftworlds. Its mere presence would be scandalous, let alone if people knew what her intentions for it were.

"It has been rendered safe, yes?" She asked. Yisillia replied with a nod. 

"Oh, yes. The brain has been altered to suit your, shall we say, purposes." The Dark Eldar gave her a lascivious look. "The synaptic reception node has been neutered, and instinctual aggression has been shunted from predatory to reproductive urges. The claws and teeth have been microfractically abraded to disarm the creature while retaining its appearance."

Disconnecting one of her gauntlets and tossing it onto the bed, Kayleth reached out and ran her hand across the Hormagaunt's soft, leathery skin. Up close, she could see that the whole creature was slick with a thin coating of fluid, a natural lubricant to stop its carapace from chafing. It turned towards her at the Autarch's touch, looking up at her with one dead, black eye and lapping at her fingers with its thick tongue. She pulled her hand away, sticky with webs of clear slime, her mind buzzing with the thought of what that tongue would feel like on the rest of her body.

"I think the lady approves." Ysillia whispered. Kayleth didn't notice. Her heart was pounding in her chest; excitement and arousal mixing with nervousness and the fear of what might happen if she was caught. She disconnected a second gauntlet and tossed it onto the bed after the first, then began to work at the clasps keeping her breastplate in place. Her fingers shook, and she growled in frustration under her breath. Out of the corner of her eye, the Autarch saw Ysillia nod to her companion, and the Beastmaster stepped forward to help her, quickly undoing the seals. Her armour, usually a second skin she was barely aware of, now felt hot and constricting. Kayleth sighed as the breastplate finally came away and stepped nimbly out of her greaves, leaving her clad only in her black undersuit and waystone necklace.

She turned and, with one hand placed upon Drajik's chest, pushed him down to sit upon the bed. The other reached out towards the Hormagaunt, her fingers dancing with its questing tongue, before wrapping around the creature's jaw and pulling it closer to her. Ysillia glided around behind the Autarch and placed her hands upon Kayleth's hips, drawing them tantalizingly up her body and gently squeezing her breasts through the tight bodyglove.

"Undress me." Kayleth said. Her voice shook, but it was still, unmistakably, an order. The Commorite woman's questing fingers found the suit's catch and drew it down, slowly revealing the Autarch's body; first her shoulders, her breasts, then down further, her tight, toned body, her bare mound, and finally her long, shapely legs. Kayleth closed her eyes for a moment and simply allowed herself to drink in the feelings around her; the Hormagaunt's tongue slathering against her leg, Drajik's strong hands on her hips, Ysillia's questing fingers brushing her nipples. The Autarch could already feel beads of wetness beginning to trickle down her legs towards the Tyranid's tongue.

She looked down to the Beastmaster, idly running one hand across his broad, scarred chest, leaving a shiny trail of the Gaunt's fluids in her wake. Drajik leaned backwards, his legs falling open to reveal an obvious bulge in his wychsuit. Unconsciously running her tongue across her lips, Kayleth motioned to the Hormagaunt curling around her legs. "How do I make it do what I want?" She asked. 

"Just tell it what to do." The Beastmaster shrugged laconically. "The Haemonculi stripped the beast of its purity. They ruined it, but it will serve."

Kayleth sniffed haughtily at the disapproval in his voice. She pulled away from the two Commorites and bent over the bed, pushing her ass out towards the Hormagaunt. For a moment, she paused; if there was a line in the sand, a point of no return, this was it. She had long dreamed of making a union with such a creature, part of her mind marveling at the sleek, beautiful elegance of their bodies even as she purged them from Maiden Worlds, but now, as she stood upon the precipice - 

She was no degenerate Commorite, but a daughter of the Craftworlds. Hers was dignity, restraint, and moderation; this sort of union was beneath her. The Alaitocii had come to accept unions between Eldar and other, lesser species as an unpleasant likelyhood for those on the Path of Exile, but it wasn't talked about, and union with a mindless creature like a Tyranid was barely even thought about.  But as she pushed her tight, round backside out towards the hissing, drooling creature, Kayleth decided that she didn't care. 

"Lick me." She ordered. The Hormagaunt chittered and scuttled behind her, nosing upwards towards her wetness. Kayleth felt its muzzle bump against the inside of her thigh and shivvered as its hot breath gusted across her skin, then gasped as the thick, rough tongue began to lap at the juices now freely running down her thighs. Kayleth let her arms go slack and eased herself down until her face and breasts lay pushed into the sheets as the Hormagaunt worked at her, the wet, slithering piece of meat creeping up her legs until it finally made contact with her aching pussy. The Autarch let out a long, low groan as the Hormagaunt shoved its tongue into her, probing at her sensitive depths, its thick saliva mixing with her own fluids to dip wetly onto the floor. Next to her, Drajik had pulled his cock out and begun to masturbate; Kayleth slapped his hand away, reached back between her legs and ran her hand through the warm, slick mess gathered there, and began roughly jerking him off. She gritted her teeth as her first orgasm began to build; it came slowly at first, building as the Hormagaunt licked hungrily at her. She reached back again with her free hand as she crested the wave, rubbing her clit until her body went tight and she tipped over the edge and came, hard.

Drajik grunted in disappointment as she released him. He moved to take hold of his cock again, but Kayleth slapped his hand a second time. "I'm not done with you." She said, glaring at the Beastmaster. Far from offering release, her orgasm had, if anything, blown away the last of Kayleth's reserves; she shooed the Hormagaunt away and stood, stretching her long, powerful body. Her groin and thighs were soaked with hers and the Hormagaunt's fluids, and she looked hungrily down at the creature, to the thick length of purplish meat that was growing between its legs. 

"Ysillia." Kayleth snapped her fingers and pointed towards the Commorite, who had discarded several layers of robes and was leisurely dipping her fingers in and out of her own pierced slit. "It isn't toxic, is it?"

"Oh, please." The Dark Eldar woman sighed. "If we wanted to kill you, we'd think of a far easier way than poisonous alien semen. Why?" She opened one eye, giving the Autarch a sly look. "Fancy a taste?"

Kayleth snorted and knelt down next to the Hormagaunt. Up close, she could smell the rich, alien spice of its musk. It lapped its tongue out towards her face, smearing its saliva across her cheeks. On impulse, she parted her lips and let its tongue slither into her mouth for a moment in a bizarre parody of a kiss, then pulled away and rolled the creature onto its back. The Hormagaunt hissed and snapped in surprise, its powerful rear legs kicking at the air, but made no move to attack; evidently the Commorites hadn't been lying when they said its behavior had been appropriately altered. And there, slapping against the beast's underbelly, was its cock; long, thick and pattered with veins, with a line of ridges along the top and bottom that reminded her of the layered carapace plates across its head and back. Kayleth lay down on her side next to the Hormagaunt and grasped the base of its cock with one hand, lifting it towards her face even as she slipped the other between her legs.

And then, with an enslaved Tyranid's cock a few inches from her thin lips and a pair of sadistic Dark Eldar watching, Kayleth allowed herself one of her rare, private smiles.

Then she leaned in, placing the piece of throbbing, purple meat against her open lips.

And sucked.

She moaned, deep in her throat, as the thick alien phallus slipped into her mouth. Like the rest of the creature, it was slick with natural lubricants, and it glided past her lips without resistance, filling her mouth with the strange, slightly sour taste of its precome. The Hormagaunt snapped and wriggled beneath her, one of its legs kicking spasmodically at the air as she sucked and slurped at its length, her head bobbing back and forth. Every time her head dipped forwards, another inch vanished down the Autarch's throat, and she rubbed the underside with her tongue in time with her increasingly frantic masturbation. Kayleth could see that the two Dark Eldar had paused to watch her, and she shifted to try and give the pair of them the best viewing angle she could. She felt like laughing; they wanted to watch? Let them. She didn't care. This creature was hers - her to use, abuse, to enjoy in whatever way she wanted. The Autarch took a perverse satisfaction in the power she had over the creature; the idea of the Tyranid broken down into little more than a tool for her own gratification aroused her immensely.

Another orgasm hit her; her body clenched and rocked her questing fingers, smaller than the first but still satisfying. Simultaneously, the Hormagaunt began to buck under her, thrusting up in time with her sucking. Kayleth felt the length of alien flesh in her throat give a massive twitch and was in the process of pulling her head back when the first pulse of rich, alien come flooded her mouth. Her lips popped off the Hormagaunt's phallus as it shot at her again, painting her face with hot, gooey seed. One final spurt shot from the Tyranid's tapered head, slathering across Kayleth's chin and breasts, dripping in long strings from her nipples.

She laughed. It was a high, wild sound, and though the Autarch licked the Hormagaunt's seed from around her lips, she left the rest where it had splattered across her face and chest. "Such a fine toy you have brought to me!" She laughed again at the incredulous look Ysillia gave her. "Tell me of the beast's endurance. Will it be ready for use again soon?"

Ysillia swallowed before answering. "In the wild, the creatures would be driven to reproduce several times in repeat succession. To quickly breed and expand their numbers, of course." She said. "As such, it, uh," she licked her lips. "Can peak multiple times in quick succession."

Kayleth looked back and saw, true enough, the Hormagaunt's cock had lost none of its hardness. Looking upon the other Dark Eldar, a small smile quirked at the edge of her mouth. "You. Remain where you are." She pointed at the Beastmaster, his own cock still hard after her display. Next, Kayleth gestured for Ysillia to lie on the ground, her head pointed away from Drajik. To her surprise, the Commorite obeyed, discarding the rest of her robes to reveal a body as studded with piercings as her genitals were. With the two Commorites in place, Kayleth rolled onto her hands and knees and prowled over, her come-streaked face level with Drajik's cock and her sticky cunt hovering above Ysillia's face.

"And, finally..." Kayleth looked eagerly back over her shoulder at the Hormagaunt, which had already rolled back to its feet and clattered towards them. "Mount me. Hard."

It was as if the Hormagaunt had been waiting for the words to spill from Kayleth's lips. It lept forwards with a triumphant hiss, humping frantically at her backside. The first few thrusts missed, sliding into the channel of her buttocks and rubbing against her upper back, smearing yet more alien fluid over the Autarch's body. Ysillia reached up and tried to catch a hold of the madly thrusting phallus, and on her second attempt, managed to get a hand on the pulsating tool. It grazed across the tight pucker of the Autarch's anus, drawing a sharp breath from her, before Ysillia lined it up with the lips of Kayleth's hot, needy cunt, and let go. 

The Tyranid buried itself up to the hilt in her with one massive thrust, drawing a strangled cry of pleasure from Kayleth's mouth. It planted its foreclaws into the bed either side of Drajik and gripped onto the Eldar's shoulders for stability, and began beating a mad drumbeat against Kayleth's thighs, the fleshy ridges lining its underside tweaking her sensitive clit each time it pulled out. The Autarch writhed and groaned, flexing her hips and pushing back against its thrusts, then lunged forwards and greedily sucked the Beastmaster's cock into her mouth. She let the Hormagaunt's motions set the pace, rocking her body back and forth in time with its thrusting, pushing and pulling her head up and down the length of Drajik's cock. She used her tongue to pleasure him as best she could, but the brutal, animal motion of the Hormagaunt prevented her from doing much else.

With a prime view of the Hormagaunt's thick cock penetrating Kayleth's slit, Ysillia had been content to lie on the ground and work herself with her fingers. But on cue, the Autarch felt the Dark Eldar's tongue probing at her cut, licking and lapping at her folds and stimulating her clit even as the alien continued to fuck her. The combination of the Hormagaunt's fucking and Ysillia's licking was enough to drive Kayleth into coming a third time; the Autarch momentarily going slack as her body thrashed in exctasy, being jerked back and forth between the two cocks penetrating her from either end. Ysillia alternated her attentions between Kayleth's clit and the length of the Hormagaunt's cock as it pulled out, and before long, the Autarch felt the great jerk that had preceded the Tyranid's previous ejaculation. A moment later, Kayleth let out a long, satisfied groan as she felt the Hormagaunt's seed flood into her, filling her body with liquid warmth. It spilled out, copiously spilling down her legs and into Ysillia's waiting mouth.

As the Hormagaunt pulled out of her, Kayleth felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. Part of her felt odd and hollow without the heavy weight of the alien cock in her, but she was starting to realise how much her body ached. She gave Drajik's length another suck, preparing to work him to completion, when she felt the Hormagaunt's weight fall back on top of her. Its meat slapped against her thighs for a moment before it seemed to realise it was aiming too low, and thrust higher. Only this time, it didn't slip into the Autarch's battered cunt. The head of the Hormagaunt's dick met the right of Kayleth's tight ass. Kayleth reared back and shrieked, partly in pain, partly in pleasure, but mostly in surprise. She tried to pull away, but the first few inches were already inside her. The Hormagaunt fell forwards, its belly rubbing up and down her back, and wrapped all four upper limbs around her like a lover even as it forced its cock inch by inch deeper into her ass.

Kayleth gasped and wailed, writhed and wriggled, and tried to force herself to relax. The Hormagaunt's length had been a tight fit for her pussy, but it was almost unbearable in her ass; a huge, pulsating block of meat fit to split her slender body asunder. She screwed her eyes shut and bit her lip, chanting meditative mantras she had learned as a child, regaining control of her body and forcing it to stop fighting against the alien's intrusion into her. Ysillia sucked greedily at her empty cunt, lapping at the strings of alien fluid still dripping out of her and countering the pain of her anal penetration with new waves of pleasure. The spike of pain faded, to be left with a new pleasure; an odd, heavy feeling as the Hormagaunt settled into its new pace, this time slower as it worked with the Autarch's virgin ass. Taking a deep breath, Kayleth began to rock against its motions, regaining control over the depth of its penetration until she had set a comfortable rhythm. Opening her eyes, she grinned at the sight of Drajik jerking himself off, the head of his cock aimed at her face. 

"Do it." The Autarch hissed. The Hormagaunt lowered its head, resting it on her shoulder, and she twisted to plant a kiss on its cheek before looking back to the beastmaster. "Come for me." 

And a moment later he did, shooting thick string of come across her forehead and nose, adding the to mess of fluid on her face. Below her, Ysillia gasped and moaned through her own self-imposed orgasm. Kayleth closed her eyes again and concentrated on the feeling of her alien lover sliding in and out of her tight pucker, the feel of his ridges as they slid along her innermost walls. Her body rocked its way through one, then another orgasm, but both were small, mostly fading into one long, blissful haze as the Hormagaunt ejaculated for a third and final time, flooding her bowels with its semen. It pulled out with a wet slopping noise, and Kayleth slumped forwards over Ysillia's prone body. The two Eldar women, Dark and Light, lay there, their long, supple forms intertwined, coated in sweat and alien sexual fluids, before the Autarch finally rose. She wobbled uncertainly, her body still tired, sore, and shaking, but filled with a contentment she had never known before. Kayleth's face and breasts dripped with semen, her loins were coated in a mixture of sexual fluids, and every inch of her had been touched by the Hormagaunt's natural lubricants.

Kayleth let out a long, indulgent sigh. The pair of Dark Eldar were similarly picking themselves up, while the Hormagaunt had crawled back into its cage and begun licking itself clean. "I needed that." She muttered. "Khaine, I needed that."