(Special thanks to /wst/, for once again getting me off my fat ass and inspiring me to write again.) 

Lelith Hesperax had not had a good day. The Ebon Sting coven's attempt at re-engineering the Tyranids that her servants had captured on Valedor ended with the xenos being used up far more quickly than she had expected. The new beasts had been such a pleasure to fight against, but with all of them dead and no replacements in sight it was as if she had been served the first course of a sumptuous banquet only to be denied the rest of it- in a way, it was worse than never being able to face them in battle at all. Right now all she could do was wait for news of another Tyranid infestation nearby.

On top of that, her last lover had also just met his end in an "unfortunate accident" with a Hellion gang and she had yet to find a suitable replacement for him. Part of her would miss him, but he was starting to grow tiresome anyway. Nevertheless, she still made a point to hunt down and kill them herself; it was hardly worth the effort, but she could ill afford the Cult of Strife appearing too weak to fight off a handful of flying rabble. Eviscerating them had calmed her somewhat, but she was no less irritable for it. The attendant who greeted her learned this the hard way when she backhanded him into a wall.

As she strode through the jet-black hallways of her mansion, neatly avoiding the jagged edges and spines that passed for Dark Eldar decorations, her spirits soon began to rise as she took the time to admire some of her old trophies and holovid-logs of the few worthy opponents she had matched herself against, involuntarily running her hands across her midriff as she passed the armor of the Space Marine Cadulon. He was the only foe in ages she had tested herself against who was able to wound her in single combat, and she still fumed when she remembered how her perfect form had been marred by the ugly scar left behind, regardless of the fact that it had long since healed. The fights that she had claimed her trophies from were some of the few times she felt truly alive, and reminiscing over them had always managed to brighten her mood in the past as she relived the sights and sounds of the arena that marked her greatest triumphs. It was a habit of hers to view these recordings so she might learn how to hone her skills further in future occasions, and could painstakingly analyze her performances for even the slightest imperfections on her part for hours on end. At the moment, she was still too tense to maintain the focus needed to do it. 

It had been some time since she had last indulged herself with a lover, and although she doubted that she would find any worthy of her affections any time soon, her slaves had always been useful for her when she needed to sate herself and didn't wish to risk leaving herself vulnerable to her partner in the process. While some Succubi in such a position preferred the use of disembodied penises kept alive via the craft of the Haemonculi, Lelith had always thought this to be beneath her. A dick without someone attached to it didn't give the satisfaction of reacting to what you did to them, and the moans they produced as she dominated them were music to her ears.

The dungeon was a far cry from the typical torture chambers used by the Haemonculi or the kabals; as she was able to feed off a considerable amount of pain and suffering from her kills in the arena and on the occasional raid, Lelith preferred to keep the holding pens relatively sparse in terms of the usual "decorations". No racks of arcane torture devices or corpses of flayed enemies were present, and the only objects breaking up the obsidian-hued walls were the occasional windows looking out to the freakish skylines of Commorragh. However, the most eye-catching part of the chamber were the prisoners- scores of captives filled the cells, from humans captured by raids to Tau taken in from Urien Rakarth's "cultural exchange", and even a few other Dark Eldar who had managed to upset the Cult of Strife in the past. At Lelith's insistence, not a single one of the captives had been clothed; ostensibly this was to ensure she would not need to waste time stripping them, but it also had the handy side-effect of adding an extra degree of humiliation on top of whatever Lelith felt like inflicting on them at the time. Insult to injury, as the human saying went.

Even for those who had been in her possession for so long that they had lost all track of time, Lelith was still a sight to behold. She was the paragon of Dark Eldar womanhood, her slender frame belying her strength. The wychsuit she habitually wore even on the rare occasions she left the arena served to accentuate her toned buttocks and an equally shapely bust, and her fiery-red hair was a stark contrast to her ivory-white skin. Anyone who laid eyes on her could see she was beautiful beyond measure, but it was a beauty best observed from a safe distance.

Lelith casually browsed through the prisoners, as if they were nothing more than a herd of cattle being checked if they were fit for slaughter. Each one was looked over from head to toe, with no part of their bodies going unchecked. After a while, Lelith finally settled on the "lucky" slave who would have the privilege of being her mate this time- a mon-keigh of average build and height with brown hair and violet eyes. Looking at the Aquila tattooed on his arm, she wondered if he had been one of the soldiers of their Imperium once; obviously they were no match for the Dark Eldar, let alone her own Wyches. She couldn't remember whether or not she had used him before, and the awkward way he just stared blankly at her suggested that he had not been in her care for very long. Not like she cared- he would learn quickly enough.

Lelith purred, her voice dripped with feigned sweetness. "You, come here. And be quick about it." 

The human said nothing, but immediately went over to her if only to spare himself from whatever she might do to him if he disobeyed. None of them were foolish enough to disobey the Queen, no matter how long they had been there. Not for long, at least. If Lelith had cared enough to look back as she left for the playroom adjoining the dungeon, she might have seen the remaining prisoners looking as if they weren't sure if they should be relieved or jealous. She had no intention of condescending long enough to acknowledge them, however. She had better things in mind.

The playroom was just as bare as the dungeon; the only discernible piece of furniture available was a single apparatus vaguely resembling a table with a set of straps on it, exactly the right size for a victim to be bound to it with no chance of breaking free. A small control panel was also present, although its function was not readily apparent. 

With a flick of her wrist, Hesperax spun the human around, grabbed him by his shoulders, and forcibly kissed him. His already feeble attempts at struggling quickly ceased outright as she all but shoved her tongue down his throat. Her taste was almost sickeningly sweet to him, and gulped it down greedily. As she broke it off, she began talking at the slave to explain what would be expected of him. In her younger days she had found communicating with her pets at all to be distasteful, but over the millennia she had grown to appreciate how a few well-placed words could inflict as much pain as a knife planted between the ribs. However, this privilege was still prohibited to the slaves unless ordered to do so. Treating them like equals would just make them think that they were her equals.

"That tingling you're probably feeling right now isn't just your own arousal. It's a new poison- it acts as an aphrodisiac at first, but within a day it will rot you from the inside out. I could just watch you bemoan your fate, but that would be so very dull." As she spoke, she smirked as she gracefully pulled out a small vial of roiling purple liquid just long enough for him to see it. While his face bore no discernible expression at first, he was now visibly shaking in fear of his impending death.

"You see, I have the antidote for that poison right here, but I will only give it to you if you can please me sufficiently."

On that note, she roughly grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him to the table. 

"My satisfaction is paramount; your own is neither of our concern."

And who could argue with her? The slave duly obeyed, and the restraints immediately engaged. In moments, metal shackle-like objects tightly latched onto his arms and legs, effectively pinning him down to the table with his limbs splayed outward. Lelith casually slipped out of her wychsuit, throwing it onto the floor. She didn't even try to suppress her amusement when her toy's erection began growing rapidly. She would have been offended if it didn't. After all, there was a reason that Vect himself had referred to her as "the finest jewel in Commorragh". 

"I see you're enjoying the view. You'll be enjoying far more than that in a moment. Oh, and try to remember to breathe." 

Lelith strode over to him, climbed onto the table, and sat down right over his face, pausing only to spread her reddening lower lips. After she pushed his face into her crotch, he made a few tentative flicks of his tongue around her labia, savoring her taste as he redoubled his oral administrations. The Succubus shifted around to one side or another as he attended to her so he could reach her most sensitive parts. Occasionally, she would also grab his head and move it around so it would reach her in just the right way she wanted from him. Lelith's moans of pleasure only encouraged him, and as he began to probe more deeply he eventually managed to start lapping her very core. This only further pleased her, and she began to press him so close that he could have suffocated. Her slit visibly quivered with anticipation as he forced himself away long enough to catch a breath.

She thrusted her hips just far enough for him to reach the hood of her clit, and he instinctively gave it a lick. To Lelith, the feeling was like a sudden burst of heat in her groin, all but overwhelming her in its intensity; whatever remained of the day's vexations became little more than a memory. As she kneaded her breasts, she caught an amusing sight in the corner of her eye. The human was straining to reach his engorged cock through his shackles, producing an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain that ably appeased her Thirst. Bemused, she couldn't help herself but lightly brush it with a finger, eliciting a dribble of precum from the tip. With a snicker, she paused briefly and made a show of gulping all of it down in front of him, smirking at the grimace on his face as his arousal grew ever more agonizing. 

The slave's groans were muffled by his current position underneath her, but she could still feel the vibrations from them even as he was compelled to continue licking. After a while, her hood had retracted enough for him to lick her clit directly. Lelith had underestimated how long she had allowed her toy to tease her, and couldn't help but let out a scream of ecstasy as she came. The slave could feel it too as her vagina briefly spasmed around his tongue, oozing more of the sickly-sweet juices down his chin. As she gazed upon the dazed human, she idly mused to herself that in a way this was just one more way of proving her supremacy over her inferiors. She knew that they lusted after her- what creature wouldn't? Seeing them get more than they bargained for when she selected one to service her made the act all the more enjoyable. 

Her pet was still visibly stunned by the experience, and as she took a closer look at him she realized that he was indeed a new toy to her. They all looked the same at first glance, but she could tell which ones were broken in by how resigned they seemed after she was done with them. Upon realizing she was just about to fully break in a new slave, Hesperax started to develop a grin so predatory a Khymera would shy away from it. 

Encouraged by what his growing erection, Hesperax immediately sprang into action. In a motion almost too quick for the slave to register, she deftly got up and maneuvered herself directly over his throbbing tool. Just as she was about to drop down on his member, she took a moment to "reassure" her human dildo:

"What I'm doing to you now is something that many of your kind would kill to experience. Show some gratitude for it."

And she descended.

Lelith felt herself expanding around her toy's erection, drinking in the feeling of it rubbing against her inner walls. By a stroke of luck, he was just big enough to stimulate her g-spot from her current position, and she had no intention of letting it get away from her. It had been too long since the last time she had sex, and now she was more than happy to make up for lost time. She wouldn't even need to dispose of him herself- after all, what threat could an unarmed slave possibly pose to her? However, she didn't want to exhaust him too quickly. 

Underneath her, she could feel the slave all but convulse with sudden pleasure as she exacted unnatural control over her vagina. The feeling of her wet, warm folds enveloping his engorged tool was astounding- it felt as if they were gripping his penis and massaging it with the same fine dexterity and toned strength she had shown with her hands. The look of confusion on his face as he noticed that she wasn't thrusting was just obvious enough to get his mistress's attention, as she paused to address him once more.

"I'm surprised you lasted this long without ejaculating, even with the aphrodisiac. Most of my slaves cum within less than a minute after I work my charms on them- it must be a shame for them to have women who can't control their inner muscles like I can. But enough about them. You're mine now, and I'm going to wring every last drop of sperm out of you, whether you want it or not."

As if to punctuate her statement, she suddenly clenched down on her toy's dick harder than before. The alien muscles rippled faster as she leaned over just far enough for her bosom to hang over his head, the pink nipples dangling only slightly above his lips. 

"You've been a good toy so far, so I'll let you use that mouth of yours just a little more."

He didn't disappoint her; the attention he lavished upon her breasts was as thorough as it was when it had been directed at her clit, and no less unwelcome. While he had trouble actually getting it into his mouth without the use of his hands, the slave's flicks and licks sufficed to stimulate, and even the twinge of pain produced when he accidentally bit her nipple was forgiven, if not forgotten. As if to punish him for his carelessness, Lelith "accidentally" scratched his chest hard enough to leave a lengthy cut, then licked up the blood as dramatically as she had done with his precum. The grimace and pathetic whimpering from her toy were more than adequate compensation for his prior clumsiness as far as she was concerned.

While Lelith would have liked to continue playing with the mon-keigh further in this manner, she could feel the throbbing of his engorged member inside of her and couldn't help lose control of herself as well. He was about to cum, and she wanted to make sure to savor every bit of it while it lasted. Not like there was a rush; he'd get stiff again in mere minutes with that poison in his system, but it would give her time to think of a new position to try out. 

He erupted with no prelude other than a loud cry, filling his mistress with his seed. The sudden infusion of warmth in turn pushed Lelith over the edge as well, as her inner walls convulsed around his cock as if trying to keep it from escaping her. Eventually, she relaxed enough for her to get off, making sure to allow him to get a good look at her rear as she got up and moved to the control panel on the wall. 

"Don't think we're done yet. I've got something else in store for you. Hopefully you'll still be able to walk at the end of it- I don't fancy having to carry you back to the pens myself. Assuming I give you that antidote, of course."

The room was briefly filled with the grinding of machinery as Lelith pulled on a lever. After a moment, the table began to rotate upright, so now the slave was facing outward as if he was chained to the walls. With some disappointment, she noted that he wasn't yet fully erect yet. 

"How very irritating. I suppose it's nothing that I can't fix myself, but don't think you'll go unpunished for wasting my time."

Grumbling to herself, she grabbed onto his penis and began masturbating him. While earlier she had merely brushed against it on a whim, she now held onto it with far more strength than someone of her relatively light frame should have possessed. She could have crushed it in her bare hands if she wished, but then she would have to go through the trouble of finding a replacement slave- why waste what she had in front of her so soon? After a few hard jerks, he had stiffened to a degree she had deemed acceptable.

"Now where were we? Ah yes, time for your punishment."

Facing away from him, Lelith guided his penis inside of her once more and bent over. She had been eager to finish what they had started and could just barely hold back a moan as she expanded around him. It would be most unseemly of her to lose her composure this quickly in front of a lesser being, even if he was her mate for the time. Rather than let him acclimate to her folds again, the Succubus began thrusting her body into him with an almost manic degree of energy. It was times like these that Lelith was glad she had her playroom soundproofed; otherwise the sound of her flesh slapping into his might fill the entire dungeon floor. Lelith had no qualms about letting the other slaves hear it, but the attendants who fed them might end up spreading rumors about what went on in the dungeons behind her back, and even a rumor could be more than enough to encourage an assassination attempt. 

The intensity of her thrusts would have been enough to drive everything else out of a man's mind, but Lelith wasn't willing to leave it at that. Instead, she held him in her folds just long enough in between thrusts for her inner walls to undulate around his member before she moved off of him again. While simply being inside of her was unimaginably pleasurable for him the first time around, being tantalized in this way pushed his arousal to new extremes. He had become so aroused by the combined action of the aphrodisiac-poison and the Succubus' feminine wiles that it seemed like he could keep going for hours on end.

Lelith was happy to oblige. 

With no way to keep track of time in the playroom, Lelith neither knew nor particularly cared about how long their copulation had gone on. All she knew was that she was on the cusp of her strongest orgasm yet, and he wasn't much farther off if the throbbing of his penis inside of her was any indication. She wasn't entirely lost to self-indulgence, however; if their time together had to end, it would be on her terms alone. 

"Now, cum for me. Your queen demands it!"

By some favor of the Dark Muses, their orgasms were practically simultaneous. Lelith struggled to keep herself from letting her legs collapse underneath her as her slave filled her with his semen once more, while he made an inarticulate noise that sounded vaguely like a gyrinx having its tail pulled off. After a few moments of panting, she was able to force herself off of him. The slave on the other hand had apparently fallen unconscious from the sheer sensory overload their combined orgasm had inflicted on him. Looking at him more closely, Lelith noticed that he was now sporting several new bruises around his pelvis from their coupling and grinned. Even if this did mean she would have to carry him back when he woke up, the lingering pain would help keep the Thirst away that much longer. 

When the slave awoke, Lelith was already dressed and had set the table back to its original position. As the restraints finally released him, he was visibly agitated- Lelith had no doubt that he was afraid that he hadn't earned the antidote she had promised to give him. Now would be the perfect time for her to reveal what she had really done to him.

"Do you remember how I told you that I had poisoned you earlier? I lied."

As the slave's expression grew perplexed, Lelith began smiling that predatory grin of hers.

"There was no poison, only an aphrodisiac. I just couldn't resist telling you otherwise, and seeing you so terrified at the prospect of your impending death made our coupling all the more erotic. I might even try it again with another one of my pets someday. Still, I suppose you did well enough to satisfy me. Perhaps I shall consider using you again in the future."

On that note, Lelith dragged him back to the cage and threw him back in with the rest of the slaves. The next battle in which she was scheduled to appear would be soon, and she did not wish to keep her admirers waiting.