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"Whats your name?" Your voice is a barely audible whisper, pregnant with threat, as you hold her by her throat.

Her eyes, although filled with lust for you, regard you with a contempt beyond human understanding. Deep inside her you can feel an immense conflict inside, laying havoc to her ****, delicate mind. Her lips were trembling, as if fighting with themselves. Finally a barely audible whisper left her lips.

"Seetirrssstsssss. And shiiiisss here....."

"Louder Slut" You relax your chocke hold on her throat a little. " I can't hear you. "

"She is hngh- here. And she thirsts"

"Who is she?"

No Answer. You slap her face hard and draw your fingernails across her back. She moans lustfully.

"Who is she?"

"The Abyss"

"What kind of Abyss?"

"The last. And she will consume us."

"Who will she consume?"

"US!" She is frantic now, her nipples stiff, grinding her labia against your knee, **** for satisfaction as the aphrodisiacs torment her with desire. You see more modulation is required so you push her to the floor violently. There is no need for you to pry open her legs as she spreads them wide for you on her own. You begin to finger her furiously, one hand around her throat, ther other one plundering her moist love-tunnel. You find it increasingly hard to focus but brush away thoughts about a break.

"Start again slut. What's your name?"

"Hngh.... gaaarrrrghhh"

"Say it, and you will be permitted to cum!'

"mmmmmmmm Kaelone...."

"Very Well, Kaelone, who she who thirsts?", You demand as you claim her cunt with fast, deep strokes of your middle and index finger. She is thrashing furiously now, begging for release, but you know you might not get something useful out of her once she has hers.

"Screw you, Mon-Keigh. Agi gil'tire nomva! You hnggggg must let me cum" . Her delicate black hair is thrown back as you punch her face violently. Blood begins to rin from her nose. Her guttural demands for you to fuck her are getting so intense she spits it at you with each cry and you feel yourself being rock-hard again, but there was duty to do, somehow...

"Who is she who thirsts ? Who is she who thirsts? WHO IS SHE WHO THIRSTS?" Your head is flush-red with anger as you begin to lose that last little bith of resolve.

She throws her head to the left side then to the right and bites her lower lip violently. In response, your right hand clenches her clit violently and words burst out of her like a waterfall.

"The new one. The last one. The devourer of Souls. The fourth were there were Three. The Devourer of Souls. The child of the lost. The consumer of the dead. The Lord of Forbidden Pleasure. The Child who claimed its parents....."

"ENOUGH! You cry out, fed up with her gibberish. Violently, you yank the last pieces of cloth from your body. Her spread legs grab you in, daring you never to leave your place.

As you settle into her, her psychic and physic scream of release makes your ears and mind ring. Everything ceases to exist. Only this one rythm, programmed into your being by millenia of biology and myriads ancestors, remains. No higher brain function, no homo sapiens, there is no regretts, no Cassius Evander to forestall your lust, no faith in the god emperor, just the shameless rutting of a man plowing a woman like a ripe field ready take his seed.

Apparently she feels the same, as her nails rake bloody scratches across your well defined body, and her hips rise lustily to meet your thrusts. Your combined fluids are accumulating under her butt and soon you two are fucking in a puddle of your own cum.

Both of you roll over and she begins to ride you like an Amazon, her fingernails transforming your pectoral region into a bloody wasteland.

Gasping, you pull her into a fierce kiss. As your tongues fight for dominance you resume thrusting up into her juicy folds, making her well defined tits jiggle like church bells.

Such pleasure could not continue forever, of course, and soon you found yourself drawing near your your edge. Brutally, you flip yourself onto her again, bruising you both in the process and drive your manhood up into her very core, coming violently inside her. The sensation of your cum in her womb sends her over the edge as well and so the last seconds of your union you both screamingly reach your heights in each others arms. You begin to fondle her hair, you....

Suddenly you feel like you have been plunged into icecold water. Suddenly, you become conscious of the foul act you just lowered yourself to perform on a low life Xenos whore. There is no lust anymore. Just a giant monument of self disgust. You slip into your clothes, too busy too care you wore your trousers the wrong way. **** to reverse your doing you produce your laspistol from your coat.

Bare-breasted, sweaty, furious and deeply confused, in clothes reeking of sex and sweat, you stand over your prisoner, aiming your laspistol for a clean headshot. After all you had been unable to get anything useful out of her.

She lies on her back in pool of your joined love juices, her eyes obscured by her long hair, mumbling in post orgasmic blism.

Your finger begins to tighten on the trigger.

Suddenly her eyes find yours.

"Anna thirsts!"

You wheel around and flee the site of your interrogation.