A Call To Arms

The trio were woken out of their bacchanalian stupor by an urgent and boisterous cry,

“Mistress Jessica! Mistress Jessica!”

It was the call of one of Jessica’s subordinates. She know of only one person in the squad that addressed her in this way; her squad grenadier, Gorel. Jessica cringed as she could feel herself being pulled away from her hard earned vacation. Like being ripped away from a sensual dream, Jessica clung on, not wanting to let go.

“Mistress Jessica?”

There were screams of indignation and loud bangs, clattering of dishes, clothing been thrown around. The angry shouts were drowned out by more calls of her name.

“Mistress Jessica!”

The oaf was searching the place room by room in order to find his superior. Jessica sighed rubbed her forehead, already regretting having to do what she had to. She called out, “In here!”

She could see a shadow lumber from behind the rice paper wall and stand behind the door. The door ripped from their sliders and Gorel barged in. He was a large, well built soldier that had kept most of his human features during his path for Chaos, save for his troll like physique. It could be debated whether they were natural or a side effect of the gifts Slaanesh had awarded him during his career. These gifts had treated him well in the form of monstrous strength and hardened skin, but he was perhaps one or two gifts away from becoming a full fledged Chaos spawn; a mindless servant of the Ruinous Powers.

“Miss…” The warrior’s words trailed off as he stared dumbly at Jessica, Pearl and Queen. His initial rush to find his leader quickly forgotten as he was distracted by their wanton nudity.

Pearl casually puffed at her hookah and stared dismissively at the man. Jessica let her daemonette go down on her as she leaned back into the pillows as if they were her throne. Gorel stood silent, afraid to interrupt, but Jessica kept her eyes locked with his, so he didn’t dare look away either. Queen Yenat’s serpentine tongue slithered around Jessica’s cock and her mouth soon enveloped it. The daemonette made sure the grenadier had a good view of what she was doing, knowing that this show of power was another indulgence that the futanari leader was getting off on. She could feel it in the twitches of the stiff phallus that she was noisily licking and sucking. She made it a point to moan hoarsely, arch her back and jutt out her ass as she continued to polish Jessica’s piece with her lips. She smiled as she caught the whiff of arousal coming off of the man bearing witness to the act. After making her soldier wait long enough, Jessica finally said, “Out with it! Why did you interrupt my personal time?”

“Muh.. mistress!” Gorel said, trying to remember why he had come in the first place. “Daemon Prince call! He want all ships for go to war! We split heads, bash brains in, ya?”

Jessica shot a pillow at the soldier. It harmlessly bounced off the ox of a man who didn’t even flinch.

“This is what you came all this way to tell me?! We are always at war!” Jessica cried out, indignantly. “I am on shore leave and I am celebrating a momentous occasion! Head back to the ship and wait until I am good and ready to come back!”

Gorel remained still, as if caught between two hard decisions. He made a meek attempt to pound his fist in the flat of his palm as he said, “But… bash head… make boom…” Like all disciples of Slaanesh, Gorel had a vice, but his was **** and cruelty. A convert from the followers of Khorne, his ecstasy came from the deafening blasts of his ballistics and the crashing waves of dismembered body parts which easily subverted him through excess and desire for more. Denying him a fight was like denying a child dessert.

Jessica rose to her feet, letting Yenat lament on her knees. The squad leader stepped up to her subordinate and gave him a cold stare. Despite his large frame, they practically stood eye to eye. “There is more to this life than mayhem and destruction, Gorel,” she said, briskly.

“Yeah, but…” Gorel started, unable to formulate a compelling rebuttal.

Jessica stopped the man with a finger to his lips. Normally, she would have picked up her things and headed out to answer the call, but she had just started her vacation and deduced that this was more than likely a general call to arms and not a direct summons from the Daemon Prince since it was Gorel eagerly delivering the message. He jumped at anything resembling a fight. She leaned into his ear and uttered, “Take off your pants…”

Despite his lust for ****, Gorel was not devoid of carnal desire. He took a dry swallow and slowly unbuckled his belt. The Aspiring Champion had never ordered him to do anything of the sort before, but she was confident he would obey. He has always proven himself to be obedient in battle. On the battlefield, she was all business, only focused on the most efficient means of bringing down her enemies and the soldier trusted her judgement. In this instance though, the grenadier was the target. She had assessed that he was not going to leave without dragging her back to lead them through another meaningless battle. She wanted to stay planetside and enjoy her spoils. In order for her to get her way, she would have to sway the man to let his desires go.

Gorel’s pants dropped to the floor and Jessica got a good glimpse of his manhood for the first time. Jessica had never felt an attraction to the dumb brute before, simply because that wasn’t her type, but seeing his physique, she thought she could give it a go, just to see what it was like. Slaanesh didn’t just gift him with monstrous strength… it seemed his genitals were blessed as well. The soldier’s dong was already at half mast when he revealed it and it quickly stood tall under the scrutiny of the three women present. Eager to test out this new prospect, Jessica reached out and gripped the monster appendage. It was rigid like the rest of his steel skin, yet she could feel the warm pulsing of his blood pumping through the veins. She gave him a stroke and it twitched reactively.

“MMmm… Gorey, where have you been hiding this all this time?” Jessica teased.

“Uhm… in pants?” Gorel replied.

Undeterred by the man’s mental acumen, Jessica refocused on the matter in hand. She used the long pointer as a leash to drag its owner toward the other girls. They smiled hungrily at the new acquisition. Jessica threw the grunt onto the bed of pillows and without needing to say a word, the others pounced on him. Their tongues and lips pressed against his flesh, kissing and licking a trail meandering up and down his body. Gorel could only gasp and sigh as they prepped him for the main event.