The following is part 2 of an adult themed story series set within the Warhammer 40k Universe by games workshop, being familiar with the setting might help with understanding what going on but is not necessary.
I’ll be posting the adult stuff at [www.amaazingpages.wordpress.com](https://www.amaazingpages.wordpress.com) along with this chapter.
so, enjoy..and please give feedback as I rarely hear from anyone.
Chapter 2 The Echo.
“Lock the foyers entrace doors, I am not to be disturbed for the next few hours.”
“Understood Baron.”
Seruzon Valiene, Baron and leader of his house and ‘resort’, clicked off the intercom and slipped the last of his vintage Malterwine. He paused for a moment, gazing at the dull reflection through the archaic computator device that had been passed through his family since before they arrived in Gamenor. His mind wandered as he noted his handsome features, further honed by wealth and a life of privilege. His mind wondered back to his earlier days.
Like all hedonists with the wealth to explore he had started out seeking sex and chemical stimulants. Lavish feasts and parties filled with orgies and all manner of other ways to stimulate the senses. He had travelled to many worlds, ‘sampling’ the foods and the peoples that inhabited them. He had gathered around himself a sizeable harem of both willing and unwilling partners from across the sector, and with his travels his connections and his riches increased.
But the Young Valiene grew bored. Over time the parties grew tiresome, his harem became familiar along with the very act of sex itself, even when taken to debauched extremes he could no longer find interest in flesh anymore. After his fathers death he inherited the title and the houses wealth and estates along with his sister. She largely went her own way, seeking the opportunities to the sectors stellar west.
Seruzon remained near the clusters along Gamenors northern frontier where his houses holdings were located. He traded and maintained the networks that bought his family its wealth, but he never was quite able to find real satisfaction in anything for a long time
Until recently.
His setting up of this resort was not done on a whim, there was a reason he now oversaw this place and its activities.
His new treasure, the most valuable thing he has a ever possessed, and something that could get even him into massive trouble if Certain ‘authorities’ ever found out what he had.
The Barons heart began to race as he approached the large mural portrait of his late father, wearing his stupid military uniform and perched atop a large avian creature native to the region his family started out. Seruzon placed his finger behind the murals border and clicked the button located there. The portrait slid across the wall, revealing the hidden walkway that lead to the carved out room where the Barons prize was kept.
He resealed the entrace and began his approach to the room before him. It was laying on a simple metallic table at the center of the room, still clothed in the ancient pressure suit it wore when it died, only its head and left elongated hand was exposed to the cool environment of the cavern.
It was the corpse of an alien, a xeno.
Its species was well known to Gamenors sector government, it had literally helped them secure their presence here in the first place. Without them the Ymiri counteroffensive would have swept away the imperial refugee arrivals all those centuries ago. The Baron could not remember the races name but in truth it did not matter to him.
He approached the table and his heart began to race, he had tried this three times now, getting closer each time. The room thrummed with a massive aura of power that radiated from the dessicated aliens remains, an atmosphere of both wonder and horror flowed all around him. This creature had died in a state of blind and utter terror, and as the baron reached out and grasped its mummified hand, he saw that horror unfold before him.
*He was frantically rushing to reseal the cavity in the ships hull, for some reason the craftworld had picked up speed and the ship had found itself left behind, debris had collided with them as they tried to keep pace with the rest of the fleet, but they had been forced to a full stop to repair the massive gouge on the vessels dorsal engine wing.*
*He worked, fashioning seals with crude alloys to prevent atmosphere from leaking out, they did not possess wraithbone like the craftworld did, and his clans ship still relied on cruder, more physical technologies, which took time to repair.*
*As he continued to work he sensed something behind him, something odd. He stopped and turned toward the stellar constellations where the bulk of his now degenerate race still dwelt. Mired in extreme depravity and almost to the point of collapse, his clan, along with billions of others still sane, fled.*
*As he stared all he could see with his eyes was the vast ocean of stars and gasses, but what he saw speeding towards him was beyond the physical, and with his etheral sight he beheld it full glory.*
*A vast blinding wave sped out in all directions towards him. Its edges a wonderous multihued corona of colors, some familiar and others never seen before in reality. He heard within the wave a colossal never ending sound akin to screaming, It took a few seconds for it to register, that is exactly what it was!*
*His mind at that moment, along with the minds of his crewmembers, collapsed into utter horror and madness, as the wave sped further towards them, they realized that at that moment, they were doomed! Not just to die physically in the most excruciating way imaginable, but to suffer it over and over again for the rest of eternity. His mind raced within his skull, it clawed at his memories. He fell back to the time his Pata rubbed his knee after he had fallen and grazed it while hiking the crystal mounts, the little boy screaming to be saved by a parent whos very soul now rested within the wave coming towards him. His shattered mind however, found no escape.*
*The wave was nearly upon him and the ship, and he wailed a noise he did not think a mortal creature could ever make as he felt his spirit slowly begin to seperate from his body. Every nerve ending and pain receptor lit like a fire, as his eyes melted away within their sockets and his soul seperated from his now dried up husk.He gazed upon a face with a beauty only a newborn god could possess. He saw, and he knew…the face of neverending thirst!*
Seruzon quickly pulled his hand away before the wave hit the aliens echo. His body was shaking with stimulation that no chemical drug could give. He began to slow his breathing, his body soaked with sweat through his attire. He was closer than ever now, he had been able to keep contact with the aliens hand almost to the point of the face showing up in the psychic storm. It was still too alien for his human mind however, but with the activities that were about to take place at the resort, he knew that the visiage would smile upon him personally very soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9h8c1x/part_2_of_40k_themed_story_series_sexua