The following is part 6 of the warhammer 40k adult fanseries, (Warning it contains depictions of slavery and non consentual acts)
As always feedback is welcome…..
Marek Onvaar had been to many seedy brothels during his career as a munitions hauler, but this den of debauchery was nothing he had ever experienced before….and he loved every minute of it!
The place was filled with activity, naked men eagerly flitted between the curtained cubicles, giggling like horny Juvies on their first dates. the sounds of raw sex seeped out from within each one, and the laughter and moans of more than one patron could be heard coming from a few of them. Inside each of the decorated box rooms was a Ymiri sex slave. Naked, oiled up and ready for use throughout the busy day
As Mareks eyes roamed throught the central area, he noticed that a handful of the cubicles had small crowds hanging near the entrance, staring in and jostling for their turns. He made his way to the nearest.
It took him a while to gently push his way through the group, but when he gazed within the room his eyes widened and his cock throbbed.
A group of nude men stood around the large bedding, the entire place stank of sweat and passion, and there at the center of it all was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, sucking a patrons cock while another took her from the front.
Her body was toned to perfection and in places bore what seemed to be tribal tattoo’s, her tanned skin subtley contrasted the pale figures around her, and her glowing emerald eyes, the signature sign of her abhuman strain, gazed up at the man she was servicing. He clutched a handful of her dark braided and dreadlocked hair and gently coaxed her further, while the other man slammed himself between her muscled thighs.
Marek’s watched as both the men roared as they climaxed, the crowd surrounding them cheered as they finished up and climbed off the bedding, the Ymiri lay back.
Another two climbed after them and the crowd started to shout encouragements to them.
“Suck on her bosom!, you’ll love the taste of it!” someone shouted out and laughter followed.
One of the men clutched both of the womans large breasts and squeezed, clear fluid seeped from both nipples in response to the pressure, the Ymiri woman merely lay back with a glazed look on her face.
The crowd shouted out and cheered as both men began sucking on a breast each, the slave moaned slightly in response and Mareks gaze centered between her wide open legs, there was a thin stream of semen flowing free from her from the previous clients, but this sight did not seem to dissuade the crowd that was eagerly awaiting their turn.
He didn’t want to wait however, and this cubicle had a queue it seemed, he left and walked to another without anyone waiting and gazed in between the curtains. Inside was a familiar scene but this time the patrons were two women. Their black hair was elaborately styled in a way that many of Gamenors female nobles liked. One was grinding her thighs between the resident slaves legs, a lighter skinned woman but similarly decorated with tattoos. The other patron was slowly, and very forcefully kissing her, her lips flowing over the Ymiris, in between each kiss both women teased each others tongues. One of the noblewomen turned to him and smiled seductively as she continued her grinding. she blew a kiss of her own in his direction.
Marek considered entering and joining them, but he did not wish to share his first experience here with other guests, he wanted one of the Ymiri (or more perhaps) to himself without other patrons. He let the silk curtains drop back into place and moved further on.
He stood at the side of a cubicle shivering, the main ‘plaza’ that connected all the box rooms seemed have gotten suddenly colder, being unclothed didn’t help either. Marek was about to to reconsider the invitation from the noblewomen when a cubicle to caught his eye.
It was located further back than the others, and unlike them the light that glowed through the semi transparent curtains was cooler, more blueish than the warm yellow lighting that emanated from the others. Marek slowly stepped foreward, a wonderous smell of strange perfume hit his nostrils as he slowly parted the drapes, His gasped in wonder.
The Ymiri on the resort were all stunning, but laying before him was beauty he never thought was physically possible. The Slaves skin was almost porclein in hue and her smile at him caused his heart to nearly melt in his chest. She beckoned to him with both arms outstretched.
“Come in, perhaps you’ll find what is lacking with all the others… yes?!”
Marek was taken aback by what she said, he had always been told that Ymiri were never allowed to learn how to speak Imperial gothic, he’d certainly not heard any of the slaves he’d met using the holy tongue themselves, and the hololight communications that seemed to have been made from them all spoke in the same heathen gibberish that passed as language to them. Yet this one spoke so flawlessly in the High tongue she could easily have passed as a noble were it not for the telltale green eyes the abhumans had.
“I…er, I guess I will.” Marek stuttered but was enthralled by the pale slaves visage, like the others she had tattoos, buth these seemed somehow…different at a glance, they swirled around her shoulders in unusual patterns, dizzying his eyes as he tried to follow them.
Marek settled on the bedding next to her, his cock pulsed in anticipation, the womans eyes bore into his own,, and his mind filled with thoughts and feelings he never knew he could put together in his head. She gently clasped both hands around his head and kissed him slowly.
A jolt of raw lust flowed through him like a bolt of lightning, his heart hammered and his eyes rolled in their sockets. She slowly ran her fingers down his chest, each caress firing up further rushes in Mareks brain, her lips parted his and she gazed at him.
“Lie back.” Her smile caused his muscles to relax as she slowly pushed him down.
Marek stared up at the strange markings on the cubicles ceiling as the slave set to work. Slowly she ran her tongue down the center of his chest, each kiss firing jolts of pleasure in his head. She reached his cock and briefly stopped, teasing it with her fingers gently as it pulsed. Marek watched as her mouth opened wide and enveloped the head.
He shivered and convulsed as she began sucking, her head bobbed up and down rhythmically. He suddenly felt more hands gently caressing both his arms, at some point two other slaves each with the same pearly white skin tone and markings, had entered and joined them.
The women on either side began slowly caressing his arms, gently pulling them in each direction. The first Ymiri finshed her attention on his cock and slowly worked her way up to his face again.
Marek found that he could no longer move a muscle, his mind still swam in delerium but it became increasingly apparent to him that he was paralysed somehow, the cubicle had suddenly got very cold, and the Ymiri now over him gazed at him seemingly with hunger. The other two caressed his arms harder and more roughly aswell.
As Marek stared into the womans, no..the things jet black eyes that was now over him, sheer terror filled his now immobile body. An explosion of agony flowed either side of him as the two other creatures violently yanked both his arms clean from their sockets, a torrent of gore rushed upwards and covered the cubicle, and its occupants in a sheet of pure scarlet.
As Marek Onvaar screamed inside of his head and as his bowels gave way and spilled over the bedding, the mouth of the abomination over him opened wide, rows upon rows of beautiful glistening fangs decended to his lips.
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