Screw the Navigator

Shuddering, you step into the chill atmosphere of the navigator‘s quarters. With no windows on any wall, an autonomous life support system and only one, gene coded entry, you are truly at the heart of the ship. The room is poorly lit, with two artififcial candles on either side, their orange light reflecting off the golden ornaments climbing the wall like flickering fire.

Right in front of you stands Navigator Alene Ricci. A tall brunette with busty tits, long legs and an italo style, you found out what a total cock whore she was soon after joining the Martyr’s blood. The fact that she was a psyker only spiced things up, as that enabled you to essentially mindscrew that slutty cunt. She was wearing the blue segmentum Pacificus Uniform, together with some personal modifications like a faint piece of silk aroung her forehead, where her third eye was seated.

“Ah Inqusitor. How can I help you?” she asks with a trembling voice in what she surely hoped was a neutral tone.

“Shut it Alene. I can sense you needy, wet pussy right where I am standing.”

“Then what are you waiting for Mylord? I have an aching emptiness that longs to be filled.” She bursts out.

“Not so fast you little minx. Spread those legs and get me in the mood first” you sneer. She gasps as you **** open her legs and rip the front of her uniform with just one strong mental psi impulse.

She leans back and spreads her legs widely for you. Long delicate fingers begin toying with her cunt. Even though you stand about 3 metres away you can see her lips glistening already.

“Ah Inquisitor I need you to feel you inside me.”

“What did you say Alene? I was busy enjoying the view” you tell her, pulling your cock out and beginning to stroke it furiously.

“Come over here and fuck my brains out, you Bastard!” She tells you desperately, plundering her pussy with fast and deep strokes of her index finger.

Tantalizingly slow, you step around the desk before you are seated just behind her. Pulling her sweaty form on her back, you slowly pry your meat rod into her mouth.

She gasps against your cock as you immediately sheath yourself into the back of one of your favourite slut’s throat. Her tongue is racing around your tip, welcomingly caressing the big intruder.

Sighing, you lean over and begin to finger her cunt with furious strokes. You can hear her withering and screaming against your cock, as you infuse your fingers with potent psi-power, shocking that needy twat.

You pass the next 10 minutes in that position, her squacking every time you plunge deep into her mouth-cunt, together with occasional muffled screams and bursts of squirt when your psionically enhanced fingering brought her to another peak.

When you were done, one of the senior members of the Navis Nobilite in the Segmentum Pacificus was in fact a trembling meatbag, spreading her legs high and screaming for your cock with inarticulated screams.

Satisfied with your job of breaking that arrogant aristocrat into your personal whore you decide the teasing to be enough.

Her orgasm-scream echoes off the dull walls as you plunge deep into her glistening folds, musing how such a slut could still be that tight.

Segmentum Pacificus No.1 Slut payed no attention to your thinking as her body was getting rocked over her desk of office, as you plundered her pussy with a serious of ultra-fast deep strokes. Her left hand was at her clit, while her right was simply holding onto her tits as her frequent shaking orgasms made any coordinated move near impossible.

“Think of me when you pound that Valhallan Whore” she tells you, one luxuriously manicured hand gripping your cheek. You groan in acceptance, leaning over for your first kiss this session before setting her off to another series of mind breaking orgasms.

90 Minutes, various vaginal and anal creampies and dozens of squirting orgasms later you stand up slowly zipping your combat fatigues close slowly, leaving behind Alenes cum covered, fucked silly form on the tainted sheets of her luxurious Navigator Bed.

You have barely exited her chambers as you hear Ri’ven over the vox. “My master join us at the interrogation chambers immeditately, please. We captured an Eldar prisoner on one of those Rocks”.