“By the Emperor, Nicodemus, can you stop gloating for long-enough to actually do something?” “Oh, sorry. Let me just use my 'blasphemous parlor tricks” to turn back time so that I can warn you not to go this way. Oh, wait, I DID tell you not to. Remind me again what it is you said.” “Nicodemus, we don't have time for this.” “I think it was something like 'We have no need for your blasphemous parlor tricks, heretic. I'm totally sure that just praying really hard and having ridiculous haircuts will save us from this entire horde of Tyranids that we just walked right up to.'” Living ammunition slammed into the crumbling masonry that sheltered the psyker and three remaining Sisters of Battle. There must have been a few hundred assorted beasts arrayed against the dwindling squad, from a mob of lowly termagants to a pair of mighty carnifexes. The horde advanced slowly, unconcerned or possibly entirely unaware of the meager casualties they sustained from the sporadic bursts of fire from the Sisters' bolt guns. “How were we supposed to know that that distress call was a trap?” “I don't know, because I told you that I could sense no living humans, present company excluded, within thirty kilometers? Maybe because there was no way that anyone but the Emperor Himself could still be alive at the epicenter of the infestation?” “For the love of the Emperor, will you stop complaining and put that warp-fouled brain of yours to use?” “Of course, I'll just shoot them with my fucking mind bullets, why didn't I think of that? Oh wait, I'm a telepath, Sila. I can't do that. Would you like me to attempt diplomacy?” Sila prayed for forgiveness as the psyker rambled and cursed. Two of her Sisters had fallen moments ago, presumably dead and digested. If she had just heeded Nicodemus' advise, they may well still be alive. She had been ordered to treat the psyker as one of her own, yet the Sister Superior allowed her zeal and ingrained prejudice to cloud her better judgment. Now, because of her incompetent leadership, they would all die in this Emperor-forsaken hive. She took a moment to check on her remaining Sisters, confirming the precariousness of their situation. Atella was down to her last magazine and Mae, who had just been ordained a few days ago, looked as though she was on the verge of tears. Nicodemus, for his part, looked about as crazed as usual. As their leader, their lives were in her hands. She struggled to form a plan, but the weight of guilt and long-denied fear of death paralyzed her. “Sila, I have an idea.” The psyker's voice snapped her back to reality, the noise of battle returning with a startling roar. “With enough power, I can temporarily disrupt their synapses and throw the horde into chaos. They will still be dangerous, but they should lack the coordination to give organized pursuit. If we act quickly, we may be able to escape before they can reorganize.” “There are hundreds, if not thousands of them; there is no way that you have that much power.” “There are...certain methods I can use. It's not exactly safe, but-” “You can't do that! If your powers go wild-” “We die? Yeah, I'm pretty sure that that's going to happen either way. It's our only chance. I'm going to give you gals a head start, but I'm going to do it whether you run or not. You have five seconds before I start glowing and shooting fire out of my eyes.” With a nod, Sila and her squad took off as quickly as their power armored legs could carry them. Adrenaline and fear fueled their escape, though none could say whether the fear came more from the horde of ravenous beasts or the mostly normal human who was probably about to explode into a soul-searing fireball of otherworldly energy. She chanced but a mere glance back, her last sight of the psyker obscured by a growing ball of baleful purple light that cast unnatural, twisted shadows. At least that answered which she was more afraid of. The Battle Sisters tore around the corner of the ruined street, desperate to put as much distance between themselves and the impeding disaster as possible. Their feet pounded the ruined pavement, the cratered and scorched ground shattering under their weight. Around them lay nothing but rubble, the aftermath of a week-long bombardment from the PDF's mobile artillery corps. Even without any discernible landmarks, Sila's auto-navigator plotted the fastest route to their predetermined rally point, 7.9km away and firmly inside Imperial territory. They were probably well outside the range of the enemy's bio-sensors, but there was no reason to slow down. An ambush could come from anywhere at any time, particularly on the outskirts of battle where lictors and genestealers preferred to hide in wait. She scanned every patch of rubble, both with her eyes and her infra-vision sensors and knew that her Sisters were doing the same. No foe, visible or invisible, could approach from air or ground without their knowledge. Each step brought them closer to safety, a mere 3.5km of open road separating them from their rendezvous point. Despite the relatively easy terrain, Sila briefly lost her footing, staggering forward as she reached out to her sisters to stabilize herself against their armored bulk. Her hands found nothing but air where she knew her squad mates to be, though that was soon to be the lowest concern on her mind. She was falling. Not to, but rather through the ground as she watched the road crumble and crater around her, sinking as though pulled down from below. The startled screams of her fellow sisters directed her vision straight down to something she would rather not have seen. An enormous, spined biomorph hung below her, its chitinous talons grasping the edges of the hole through which she had just fallen. It was easily 30m long, its body twisted into hanging coils like a snake. Its maw splayed open, four independent jaws connected by skin-like webbing and covered in countless teeth. From its throat came a thick mass of tentacles, the longest of which were already wrapped around the legs of the other Sisters, pulling them in. Sila acted quickly, detaching her mag-locked bolt gun with practiced ease. She was not quick-enough, however, and found herself disarmed a moment later as grasping tentacles closed around her body. The beast's grip was tight and offered no movement as the Sister Superior struggled to escape its grasp. As she was pulled closer, an ever-growing host of tentacles sought to restrain her movement, covering every available inch of her power armor until she saw naught but black. She had already seen her squad mates disappear into the cavernous maw, their ultimate fate shrouded by the horrific mass of mouth parts. At the very least, she knew that they had avoided the beast's teeth and hoped that she would be as lucky. If it intended to swallow them alive, perhaps she had a chance to cut her way out from inside. She would find her answer soon as she felt her legs pinned together by the creature's throat. Inch after inch of her slid down the beast's slick throat, a crushing pressure she could feel even through the thick ceramite plates that protected her from an untimely death. Its grip tightened as her waist was engulfed, its strength matching against her armor's and coming up the victor. So great was the pressure that it became increasingly difficult to breathe. Her armor splintered and cracked under the creature's assault, her helmet's warning lights and alarms informing her of nothing she could not already feel herself. Her vision grew dark as she fought for breath, already ingested up to her chest. With her arms pinned by her side and the servos of her power armor burnt out, her last line of defense was sure to become her sarcophagus. With a final prayer to the Emperor, Sila closed her eyes and waited to die. Her awareness returned slowly, as though intentionally hiding from her situation. Sila knew little more than that she was not yet dead, and that she did not seem to be in the creature's stomach. Her skin was wet but cool and definitely not being digested. A slight, pulsing breeze against her skin confirmed that she was now without her armor and likely entirely naked. Every inch of her body throbbed in dull pain, particularly around her waist and chest. A sluggish mental inventory told her that she had likely broken at least a few ribs, but her lungs still seemed to be working perfectly fine, even if breathing deeply was incredibly painful. A strange, fleshy warmth engulfed her arms and legs, restricting their movement. She struggled briefly, though her broken ribs quickly reminded her of their presence. She was too weak to move much anyway. With some effort, she forced her eyes open, straining against both the darkness and her growing headache. Dim red light revealed a world of wet, pulsating flesh. Her arms and legs disappeared into the wall, spreading her limbs into a rough “x” shape, leaving only her torso and head free. To her left, she could barely make out the full-bodied form of Atella, similarly bound and still unconscious. To her right lay the still-maturing Mae, breathing slowly in her bindings. Sila let out a sigh of relief. At the very least, they were still alive. “Sister Superior?” A weak voice pierced the silence of the room, turning her attention to the opposite side of the chamber. A cold chill ran down Sila's body as her mind recognized the voice. This had to be Hell. She must be dead and just now realizing it. There was no other way she could be hearing that voice. “Sister Superior? Is that you?” Sila answered reflexively, her body asking what her mind refused to. “Clara? Are we dead?” “I don't think so, Sister.” “But I watched you die! That swarm that covered you, split your armor-” “I woke up here, just the same as you. I've been in and out for what felt like hours. I thought I heard your voice a moment ago, so I thought to check.” “Then you live? So only Maria and Nicodemus...” “Maria is here as well. She was awake a while ago, but her injuries seem more severe and she hasn't spoken much. What happened to Nicodemus?” “He bought us time to escape.” Silence descended once again upon the Sisters. The joy Sila felt at discovering her lost Sisters still alive was drowned out quickly by the memory of the psyker's sacrifice. If she had only listened to him, they would all be alive. He was the only one who had ever spoken against her command, only to die for her incompetence. She fought back tears, careful to not let Clara hear any weakness in her voice. “Do you know what is going on? Have you seen anything?” “Nothing but what you see now. I tried to free myself, but this...thing is holding on rather tightly.” Escape seemed impossible. All that was left was to wait. Sila had heard nothing of Tyranids ever taking prisoners, so this was entirely new to her. She was not even certain that they understood the concept of prisoners, though she had no other hypothesis as to why she was still alive. If anything, the prospect of being taken alive by an allegedly mindless horde was far more unsettling than her imminent death. Time dragged on as Sila fought to stay awake in the cloying warmth of the living chamber. It had been so long since she had last fully removed her power armor that she had nearly forgotten what air felt like against her bare skin. She definitely did not remember her skin being so sensitive. She felt every pulse of her fleshy restraints and every rolling bead of sweat in fine detail, surprised to find her breath growing short as a drop perched upon her stiffening nipple. She had little time to ponder the situation, her musings interrupted by a soft cry from left. The Superior called out softly to Atella, careful not to rouse the sleeping Sisters. She gave no response, just a series of silent coos similar to the first. In the near-total darkness, Sila could barely make out movement around the veteran Sister, the slow crawl of slithering flesh covering her lower body and slowly working its way up. Atella's cries grew more frequent and deeper until there was no question what was happening. She was being violated. The pulsing flesh stopped after it had reached her breasts, heaving in time with the sister's involuntary movement. Sila watched in stunned silence as her trusted subordinate squirmed and writhed, her moaning deafening in the silent cavern. She fought to look away but found herself transfixed, her body growing steadily hotter as her squad mate cried in rapture. Sila shook her head, hoping to purge the unwelcome thoughts floating through her slowing mind. This wasn't her. There must be something in the air, or some poison seeping from the flesh that bound her. She was a fearless soldier of the God Emperor, not some sex-crazed cultist. Her breathing slowed and focus sharpened, years of training kicking in to insulate her mind from her growing arousal. It was becoming difficult to think, but she had no use for thoughts if she had her faith and her training. The comfortable fog settling over her mind was only a minor inconvenience. She needed to resist, for herself, her squad, and her Emperor. Mae began to sigh in pleasure on her other side, clearly losing her own battle. Seconds later, the rest of the squad joined the chorus, filling the room with ecstatic moaning and the soft, wet sounds of penetration. Sila fought to contain her own voice, her lust mounting despite the lack of stimulation and her attempts to ignore the pulsing heat burning her skin. Her confidence faltered when she caught her thighs rubbing together, straining desperately against her living bonds to grant some relief from the stifling arousal. She was at the end of her rope and knew it. Whatever toxin now flowed through her blood allowed no resistance. She couldn't maintain a coherent thought for longer than a few seconds and had no control over her twitching body. Her eyes stared forward without focus, useless in the dark. Her ears, however, felt more sensitive than ever, picking up every sigh and every gasp from the women around her. With the sounds of her defeated Sisters echoing in her mind, her feeble resistance finally faltered. Sila gasped as some unknown appendage prodded her engorged and dripping slit. Its taper pressed gently against her sensitive folds at it split her open, spreading her walls as it inched inside. The length dripped with its own lubrication, sliding almost effortlessly into her sodden quim. It grew wider with every passing inch, stealing her breath as she was stretched far past her normal limits and with no end in sight. At the same time, a myriad of thin tentacles slid slowly up her body, tickling her skin as she pushed her body into their touch. A small part of her mind screamed against her now-willing submission but was quickly silenced as the slimy appendages poked and prodded her sensitive breasts. The tentacles covered her entire body, teasing her with their light touches and whispered promises of more to come. One even dug into her naval, penetrating an erogenous zone she didn't even know she had. The enormous protuberance that filled her cunt began to slowly twist and writhe, flailing mindlessly as if desperate to escape her scalding embrace. Less than a second later, Sila's body exploded in orgasm. Her knees shook as her body convulsed, her own screams only distantly acknowledged by her overwhelmed mind. The tentacle continued to thrash inside her, fighting against the rhythmic contractions of her over-filled sex. She writhed and screamed until out of breath, only then falling limp as aftershocks tore through her weakened body. Her sudden climax brought with it a moment of clarity in which Sila fought against her growing exhaustion and lustful haze to take stock of the situation. She was truly helpless. She had lost once already to overwhelming pleasure and knew that it would happen again. Any resistance would be smoothed away with aphrodisiacs until she was begging to be filled. The afterglow of her heart-stopping orgasm faded quickly, chased out by despair. The tentacle inside her had stopped some time ago, as if tormenting her with the knowledge that she would soon be begging for it to continue. The Sister Superior ground her hips shamelessly against her tentacled lover, seeking escape from her guilt just as much as carnal pleasure. All around her, the other Sisters writhed and shook as orgasm after orgasm robbed them of thought and resistance, blessedly oblivious of their situation. She silently begged to join them, to cast her shame into a dark corner of her mind and to lose herself in the mindless pleasure the mysterious Tyranid beast so freely provided. As if in response to her voiceless pleas, Sila felt a foreign presence press against her lips. She opened her mouth to the strange appendage, every speck of resistance long drained from her exhausted body. The well-lubricated tentacle slid into her mouth before pushing its way down her throat, unimpeded by her involuntary gagging and choking. She could feel her throat bulge as the intruder dove deeper, its progress clearly visible as her neck distended to accept its girth. Despite the slimy obstruction, her breath came normally, albeit rapidly as fear and arousal vied for control of her overwhelmed mind. The air felt different somehow, thicker and warmer than it should have been, yet somehow reassuring. Her gagging ceased almost immediately, the burning nerves of her throat falling silent and leaving only a vague impression of fullness. Each breath further calmed her racing mind, slowing her thoughts to a crawl as rapidly building lust banished her guilt and shame. Whatever strange toxin filled the air and ignited her arousal was now being pumped directly into her lungs. Sila breathed deeper and faster, nearly hyperventilating as she gulped down breath after breath of the potent aphrodisiac. The sensual heat she so craved returned in force, the concentrated poison pushing her arousal well past ordinary human limitations. Within seconds, her body teetered on the edge of orgasm, her over-filled sex leaking a steady stream of mixed lubricants as her inner walls contracted of their own accord. Despite her arousal, the biomorph showed no signs of granting her release, its myriad tentacles unmoving, waiting for some unknown signal to resume their relentless stimulation of her achingly sensitive body. Instead, Sila was finding it more and more difficult to breathe until the steady supply of air coming from the Tyranid creature stopped completely. Her body seized briefly in panic until the concentrated aphrodisiacs coursing through her blood suppressed the burning pain in her lungs. Her skin grew hotter as she fought for breath, instinct clashing with her chemical stupor. The moment her vision started to darken, the tentacles that covered and filled her body began to move. Unable to so much as whimper, the Sister Superior could do little but shake and thrash as her body was overwhelmed by sensation. Her oxygen-deprived mind reeled, unable to fully process the violent stimulation. Her head grew light as her entire existence reduced to the coursing pleasure bursting forth from her convulsing pussy, the rest of her body numbing as her consciousness faded. As blackness filled her vision, climax gripped her body. Her muscles burned, oxygen-deprived yet straining to the point of pain against her living restraints, her broken ribs making themselves known for the first time since her violation began. On the brink of wakefulness, she felt every fine detail of the smooth appendage vibrating inside her quivering sex. After a final, desperate gasp, air once again flooded her burning lungs. Air was the least of Sila's concerns, however, as another shot of extra-concentrated aphrodisiac seeped into her blood. The Sister Superior's hips bucked wildly as fluid sprayed out in spurts from her stuffed cunt. She moaned audibly through the tentacle in her throat as though thanking the beast. She came again before her first climax even had the time to fade, her body exhausted and shaking from overstimulation and near-fatal suffocation. Her remaining sliver of awareness faded as orgasm claimed her, her whole world consumed with pleasure. Sila awoke some time later to find her body devoid of tentacles and positively aching. She blinked in pain when she opened her eyes, bright light forcing her to squint. “Sister Superior? Thank the Emperor! Are you alright? Can you hear me?” Mae's voice snapped her from her reverie. Her heart sank as she felt the warm embrace of her restraints about her arms and legs. She opened her eyes slowly, taking in the room for the first time. Four extremely worried-looking, similarly naked Sisters of Battle stared back at her from their positions in the walls of their fleshy cavern. The chamber itself was as she imagined, glistening with fluids and pulsing slowly as if (and quite likely actually) breathing, its red walls and membranes tinting the light. “Yes, girls, I'm fine. Just a bit...sore. It is truly the Emperor's will that we are all alive.” The mood colored as Sila inadvertently brought up the point foremost on all their minds. They were alive, but what did that mean? While the other Sisters were unconscious for most of what happened before, surely they realized what had been done to them. What would happen to them now? Their continued survival raised more questions than answers, none the least of which being if they would ever be free again. “Have faith, Sisters. Our lives are a sign that the Emperor's Grace is with us. It is His will that we escape.” The Sister Superior wished it was that simple. Her hollow words seemed to rejuvenate her squad mates but did little but leave a bad taste in her mouth. Escape was going to be difficult-enough in their condition, not to speak of their restraints, unknown location, and unknown opposition. She doubted she could walk any distance without assistance and fighting would be virtually impossible, particularly if they were subjected to that aphrodisiac poison again. Even in peak form, she was powerless to fight it. What scared her more is that she might not even want to. Deciding to take one step at a time, Sila gave her arm a quick tug to test her bonds. To her surprise, she was able to ease about an inch of her arm from the beast's grasp. With a steady effort, she eased her right arm fully from the clinging flesh, leaving a gaping, slick hole in the wall. “Sisters, our restraints have weakened! Free yourselves quickly, before we are caught.” In a matter of minutes, all five Sisters were free, stretching their aching limbs in an attempt to recover from their ordeal. Sila paced about the room, her gait unnaturally wide and stiff. Every inch of her body ached, but she was especially careful not to aggravate the bundle of nerves between her legs. She considered their escape as she attempted to walk off the stiffness, wracking her memory for any indication of where they may be. Escaping this pit would do little good if they were immediately eaten alive. The unmistakable sound of falling claws put an immediate end to her planning. Something was approaching. Something huge. She scanned the room for an obvious entrance, finding nothing but thick slabs of unidentifiable biological tissue in all directions. The other sisters stood and turned to face the sound, collecting themselves into their best impressions of a fighting stance, limited by their sorry physical states. Sila stepped to the front, drawing upon reserves of strength that had once made her a respected commander. “Sisters, listen. When the beast makes itself known, I shall fight it. Alone. I expect all of you to take the opportunity to escape. This is an order. May the Emperor be with us all.” Fleshy walls trembled as a seam appeared, pulling apart with surprising speed and opening the room to the tunnels beyond. Through the ersatz doorway stepped the interloper. It stood over six meters tall, a carapace of fused violet chitin totally encapsulating its body and shielding any weakness it may otherwise have had. The beast lumbered slowly forward, its slouching form all the more imposing for its incredible bulk and skeletal appearance. Sila stumbled back as it advanced, all her resolve coming to nothing in the face of such overwhelming power. The beast was a hive tyrant, a creature designed for slaughter and beyond the reach of all but the greatest champions of the Adeptus Astartes. She could not hope to stand against it for even a fraction of a second once it attacked. Yet, for some reason, it did not take so much as a step closer. Sila's eyes darted over the hive tyrant's still form, recognizing immediately that something was wrong. The creature's four ash gray arms were empty, terminating in chitinous hands rather than fierce talons or exotic weapons. The creature stood silently, drawing up to its full height, exposing its armored chest and underbelly for the first time. From between its legs extended an uncharacteristically fleshy appendage as long as Sila's arm and nearly twice as wide, studded from flared tip to base with soft bumps and ridges of chitin. There was no mistaking the purpose of this creature or its intent. Sila's body reacted immediately, dropping to her knees and crawling slowly forward in spite of her terrified hind brain's vociferous protests. She could not help herself, her mind powerless in front of such overwhelming masculinity. Her mouth fell slack as she approached, saliva running in small rivulets down her chin, mirroring the state of her lower mouth. She was transfixed. The startled and questioning cries of the other Sisters registered distantly but held little sway as her hands grasped the alien member. It was burning hot against her skin and slick with the creature's fluids. She drew forward to lick it, the need to taste of his masculinity overwhelming. Her tongue roamed all over, testing the solid nubs and ridges before dipping into the wide slit at its tip. His taste was incredible; the thick, clear liquid seeping from his member electrified her senses, making her yearn for more. There was no aphrodisiac this time; she no longer needed it. It prepared her body and conditioned her mind, but it had already finished its work, already reformed her into what she needed to be. She moaned in gratefulness as her tongue wormed its way inside his cum slit. She loved what had been done to her, how her body had been twisted to feel pleasure far beyond its limits and how her mind had been trained to think of nothing but this creature's incredible cock. Most of all, she loved that she was allowed to choose this for herself. She was her own master once again, no longer under the influence of all-consuming aphrodisiacs. She chose to worship his cock. Her hands stroked up and down the beast's length, nimble fingers searching out the most sensitive spots of his alien dick. She rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her drenched slit over her own leg to ease her aching lust. Her mouth wrapped around his flared tip, tongue massaging around his opening as she sucked with all her might on his alien flesh. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through Sila as something pinched and rubbed her achingly stiff nipples. She turned her eyes, face otherwise occupied, to see the lithe, athletic body of Clara sitting beside her, fingers clamping down on her sensitive nubs. She moaned in gratitude for the Sister's help, the sound coming out slightly strangled around the cock head filling her mouth. One-by-one the other sisters approached. Atella pressed her pillowy breasts against Sila's back, her firm nipples digging into her skin as her hand reached underneath to play with her leader's exposed clit. Mae and Maria joined their superior in fondling and licking every inch of their new master's length. Sila's heart soared, proud to see that her squad could feel the same ecstatic pleasure she was. Her own efforts on the beast's cock redoubled, hands stroking in time with the other two pairs to simulate a sleeve large-enough to accommodate such a wonderful member. It jumped in her hands, twitching with pleasure as it prepared to release its load. “Come for us. Cover us.” She spoke without thinking, her innermost desires given voice by her nonexistent inhibitions and inflamed desire. Her Sisters moaned in response, drawing together to give the beast a larger target. A sharp hiss presaged his orgasm which shot forth directly at the huddle of depraved and broken Sisters. Shot after shot of pearlescent cum splattered over the women, coating them in his sticky lust. Sila, being the closest, was drenched from head to waist in alabaster, the beast's seed sticking to her in thick sheets. Viscous webs of fluid stretched between her fingers as she licked her hands clean, savoring the musky taste of the Tyranid's fertility. The Sisters around her helped her onto her back, soft fingers massaging her body as she lay down for the tyrant. Hands and mouths attended to her breasts, tweaking and sucking on her nipples, lapping up the irresistible cum that covered her body. Maria and Claire, once thought lost to the ravenous appetite of the swarm, helped spread and lift her legs, exposing her innermost depths to the creature they now served. Sila gasped in anticipation, the cool air against her hot slit making her beg to feel his warmth. “Breed me, master.” The fruits of the tyrant's last ejaculation still trickled from his cum vein as it pressed against her sex. She rolled into a better position, her sweat-slicked ass just coming off the ground as she held her legs firmly against her body, knees meeting her ears. Pressure mounted against her exposed folds until at last the Tyranid's monstrous cock slid inside. Slowly he eased inside her, careful not to injure his new breeding vessel as his ridged, gnarled length stretched her to her limit. The chitinous ridges and nubs that adorned his shaft struck all her most sensitive spots, pressing them repeatedly as she struggled to accept more and more of him. Her hands sought her lover's body, tracing the hard lines of armor that covered his bulk. She had never felt so owned, so overpowered by a man. Nothing could hope to compare to this creature, a beast made for breaking and breeding women like her. Her body screamed for him, to feel his hard cock throb as he did what his nature demanded. She was enthralled. Gently, he worked his way back out of her, stopping before his bone-like head left her gaping hole. Without a pause, he pushed back in, driving nearly to the hilt before running out of passage. Her head rolled back as he filled her, giving her an excellent view of Atella's inflamed lips as a long strand of lust worked its way to the floor. She reached out, grasping the older Sister's voluptuous ass and pulling her forward to straddle her face. The smell of Atella's dripping arousal sent a shiver down her spine, begging her tongue for a taste. One long lick explored the length of her outer fold, starting just below her exposed clitoris and stopping only after she tasted the salty musk of the woman's taint. Atella's hands grabbed the Superior's hair, pulling her mouth harder against her own cunt. It was quite the invitation. As Sila's tongue worked its way into the Sister's sodden quim, the half-meter dick lodged inside her doubled its pace, the hard details of his cock blurring into one indescribable sensation. She gasped and sputtered into the other Sister's sex, using her open mouth to taste and feel as much of it as possible. Her bottom lip stroked the woman's clit with every pass, eliciting a sweat moan of pleasure has her hips pressed harder against Sila's face. A pair of mouths attended to her breasts, resuming their greedy search for more of the beast's seed. Her nipples, already achingly stiff, strained as though to burst as the lips and tongues tugged and sucked on them. Sila's back arched, body shaking in pleasure as she came, her body struggling to force the intruder from her over-stimulated sex. Her body was on fire as the relentless assault of the breeder beast and her Sisters continued unabated. The Sister Superior's pleasured moans turned to tortured gasps as her body was held at its peak, her orgasm no longer under her control. Thrust after thrust tore into her body, the pace faster each time. Her fluids flowed freely, her altered body doing its best to keep up with the insatiable beast. At long last, the final Sister, Mae, made her presence known as the girl's tongue pressed gently against Sila's untouched ass. The girl's touch was hesitant at first but quickly grew stronger, the stiff muscle inching its way inside her twitching hole. With every orifice occupied, Sila could do nothing but ride the endless pleasure that accosted her. She did her best to satisfy the Sister straddling her face but struggled to control her mouth as her entire body drew limp. Atella took her pleasure into her own hands, grinding her slit against the Sister Superior's mouth and nose, using her body just like the tyrant claiming her womb. She could feel the end approaching, the beast's inhumanly hard cock beginning to twitch and throb in her hot embrace. Her body reacted instinctively, her walls squeezing him for all they were worth, coaxing him ever-closer to ejaculation. She tried to voice her desires but found her cries immediately stifled by Atella's constantly leaking sex. Sila's own pleasure built to an unfamiliar level, a dam near-bursting, waiting for a final trigger. She fought the sensation, barely holding out as the pressure built. When the tyrant's thrusts grew deeper and more erratic, she could hold herself back no more. She came as he did, her convulsing body writhing in bliss as he filled her past capacity, rope after rope of semen flooding her already filled cunt and squirting out with each jerky thrust. Her entire body flushed with pleasure as she clamped down on Atella's luxurious ass, desperate to anchor herself to something as she contorted with pleasure. With one final, hard thrust, the tyrant finally pulled himself from her, the beast's colossal strength extracting him easily despite her vagina's best attempts to keep him inside. The moment he left her, handfuls of his musky cum leaked from her ravaged sex, pooling obscenely on the floor. The attending hands and tongues all left her as the Sisters vied to be next in line. She chuckled to herself at the site of her squad mates all presenting themselves in an effort to entice the creature. Sila struggled to catch her breath as she played idly with herself, marking her body with the globs of cum still leaking from her pleasure-numbed sex. Content and exhausted, she did not fight as exhaustion overtook her. The last thing she saw as sleep claimed her was young Mae on her hands and knees, her fellow Sisters guiding the Tyranid's shaft into her waiting slit. Nicodemus eased himself down the rope, his new set of extra arms more than making up for his sub-prime physical condition. The warp had been surprisingly kind to him after his gambit the day before, particularly considering that his last indiscretion turned him temporarily inside out. Growing two more arms was going to be difficult to explain to the Inquisition when he got back, but he was thankful for their help now. He reached the bottom of the fleshy pit, taking a moment to let his eyes adjust to the relative dark of the organic labyrinth before moving on. Navigating the living maze turned out to be less difficult than he anticipated, mostly because he was able to navigate by the Sisters' psychic presence. Getting out was going to be somewhat more difficult, but he trusted his memory. That being said, there were distressingly few landmarks among the floors and pulsating walls. The psyker paused outside the chamber holding the sisters, wracking his mind for something pithy to say when he rescued them. He couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces when they had to admit that their lives were saved by a “filthy heretic”. With a bit of prodding and pulling, he managed to locate the sealed entrance to the room and get a good grip on it with all twenty fingers. He had really underestimated how useful four arms could be. With a heave, he pulled the fleshy door apart and burst into the room. “Excuse me, would you know where I could find my worthless- oh.” Suddenly, needing to explain his four arms didn't seem so bad.