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Chapter seven: Into the Heart of Darkness.

It was cramped in the Thunderhawk. Unlike the Order's Thunderhawks, this one was crammed with technical equipment. Auspex, communications, tactics, everything... a flying operations center for the Inquisitor. Ivar and his Pack stood in the middle of the hold. They reeked of blood, fire and death. Ivar made a mockery of making the crew of the Thunderhawk more and more uncomfortable. First he licked the blood from his lips with relish, then he ran a claw over the rough blade of the Spalta and sucked the blood from it afterwards. Also his constant subliminal growling and the other noises while he talked to his Pack. All of this caused one of the operators at one of the Auspexes to very slowly lose his nerve.

"Don't do that."

Her voice was as cold as ice. Ivar looked around and one of the assassins came through the hatch leading to the cockpit. Ivar's smile was diabolical, it was accentuated by his blood-covered teeth and the way his eyes seemed to glow in the semi-darkness. She, on the other hand, did not smile. She showed no emotion at all. Her eyes were hidden behind a visor and her mouth was behind a respirator. But her pheromones indicated that she was very much aroused. Ivar nodded slowly and his smile disappeared.

"We will be there soon. The cult is hiding in an old bunker facility of the Astra Militarum. The bunkers were created to withstand orbital bombardment. So we can't attack from orbit. The enemy's formations are too strong for a small strike force. We have requested shock troops, but it may take months for them to arrive. So you have come just in time. We could not ask your fellow Astartes for help, this is a strictly confidential mission. No one knows the cult is here. Except you and us."

She shrugged her shoulders.

"And after this mission, just us."

Ivar's eyes narrowed. You could hear the leather crunching on the hilt of his weapons. The assassin didn't seem impressed. She leaned against the cabin wall.

"Calm down big guy. You do want to die. And we'll get you the best opportunity to go down in glory. And in the absolutely unlikely event you survive, there are an estimated 3 billion orcs spread around the bunker. Go wild."

Ivar's lips curled but he could control himself. There was no honor in killing a Death Cult assassin just because she thought she was something better, and the Inquisitor, as hated as they were, there would be no honor in that either. But to purge the cult, there was a certain honor, or at least satisfaction behind it.

Ivar signaled.

"How are we going to jump off?"

"We'll fly in at about 300 meters. The squadron will clear a landing zone. You'll have about 5 seconds from an altitude of about 50 meters and a speed of about 100 knots. We can't do less than that."

*This is suicide. With jump modules, anytime. In power armor, difficult. So...*

Ivar looked to his brothers. They had the same doubt written all over their faces.

"We need chutes."

"Grav chutes are issued only to members of his most holy Inquisition."

Ivar growled.

"You want us to do your dirty work, which you are not capable of, so hand over the chutes."

"I said..."

At that moment, a hand landed on her shoulder.

"... My lovely adjutant was about to say, of course we'll provide our equipment to the honorable Astartes of the Order. After all, it is in our interest that you do as much damage as possible there. Furthermore, this servo-skull will accompany you and provide us with a vidfeed."

The Inquisitor entered the hold and instructed his crew to get the necessary equipment ready.

"We'll be there in about 10 minutes. We expect heavy resistance. Once you're outside, you're on your own. No one knows where you are, no one can help you. You will die there. That much is certain."

He gestured a little in the air.

"But as they always say. Only in death does duty end."

Ivar was boiling inside. He knew again why the Order hated the Inquisition so much. This self-absorption, this arrogance, this open display of assumed moral superiority. If it wouldn't cause massive problems, if it came out that they had an Inquisitor and his entourage on their conscience, an Inquisitor who was about to help them, at least officially, to eliminate a chaos cult...

*Russ would have made short work of them...*

The crew came back carrying five crates. Grav chutes. The Astra-Militarum's answer to the Astartes' jump modules. Less powerful, but it would be enough to bring the Wulfen safely to the ground, even from higher altitudes and at higher speeds. The only problem. The devices were made for normal people. Not for three and a half meter tall killing machines. They would attach them somehow with straps, it would do. It was a one-time thing, just once it had to work, at least halfway.

The result didn't look very confidence inspiring, but it felt solid.

"ETA 20 seconds."

Was the pilot's announcement.

"Black 1 and Black 2 have enemy contact."

The Auspex came beeping to life, providing the operator with all sorts of information.

"We see hardly any air defense, mostly simple armament. They have moved the heavy equipment to the front. The LZ is clear. It's now or never."

The inquisitor went to the side door. And operated the opening mechanism.

"What do you bastards always say? For the all-father, for Russ? For the emperor! Now get out!"

Ivar and his Pack jumped out of the Thunderhawk before he changed his mind and make it clear to the Inquisitor once and for all that their battle cry was reserved for the Astartes of the Order. The fall lasted only a moment before the grav chutes engaged and the Wulfen hit the ground hard but safe in the middle of the landing zone. Even before the grav chutes shut themselves down, Ivar and his brothers were already in full sprint towards the bunker entrance. Ivar howled out his rage and frustration while slaying the few surviving orcs on the way to the bunker. Nothing would stand in their way. Not this time. The massive gates of the shelter had been blown open. The Inquisitor's squadron had done a great job.

When they reached the entrance, Ivar released the servo skull. He would provide the Inquisitor with images, in return he would provide them with more intel as they continued their advance. There were no orcs around the entrance, nor were there any corpses. This was strange, as orcs usually didn't miss a chance to make more loot, or at least find another fight.

The air reeked of burnt plaststeel and explosives. But there was another smell, one that seemed all too familiar to Ivar. He bared his teeth and ran through the gate. There was an almost eerie silence in the entryway. It was as if the noise outside the bunker no longer existed. Ivar slowed down and finally stopped.

"Slow down brothers, something is wrong here."

His Pack also stopped. Ivar turned to the entrance. Although countless orcs had seen them and parts of the army had also followed them to the entrance, not one orc had followed them into the bunker. They were not even visible at the entrance.

"I don't like this. If even the greenskins don't enter here..."

His Pack nodded. This was strange. Ivar sniffed the air. The air smelled foul sweet, a mixture of incense, blood, and decay. The Wulfen gripped their weapons tighter and ran further into the semi-darkness of the bunker. Ivar wondered, the explosion of the gate must have set off countless alarms, why was no one here to defend the entrance? Why was no one coming to stop them? Were they already expecting them?

After about 500 meters they came to an elevator shaft. The doors were open, but there was no car. Ivar leaned into the shaft and looked down. The shaft was deep and disappeared into the darkness. The elevator cables bumbled freely in the shaft. Someone had deliberately crashed the car. Ivar straightened up, one of his Pack signaling that he had found a stairway.

"The bunker has 200 levels. The first 50 should be quarters, followed by storerooms and an arsenal... further down are engine rooms and engineering. I would suggest you start searching from level 30. They'll be deeply entrenched to make sure nothing can get to them from the outside."

Sounded the voice of the inquisitor in Ivar's ear. The vox beat was doing its job, good. Ivar nodded and signaled to his Pack: Down.

They jumped down each flight of stairs. Up to level 25. Here they found the first traces pointing to the cult. Runes and phrases, painted on the walls with red paint... no with blood. Ivar touched the blood and rubbed his fingers against each other. The blood had not coagulated, strange. Ivar opened the door to the level and looked into the corridor behind the door. Absolute silence greeted him. He sniffed, but only the smell of an uninhabited, empty rooms hung in the air. Ivar pulled the door shut again and shook his head. They descended further. It was getting noticeably colder now, and the smell of incense was continuously getting stronger. On level 30 a figure disappeared before their eyes after it had renewed the paintings on the wall. But not that it had run away... It had simply vanished into thin air. The stench of sulfur hung in the air for a moment before it was replaced by the now common smell of incense and blood.

"This is worrisome. They have already begun summoning demons. There is no time for you to lose. I will contact the fleet in orbit. This may be out of your league after all."

The inquisitor sounded agitated, but not panicked. Ivar kicked the door off its hinges, but again nothing could be seen or heard. One of his Pack pointed further down. The Wulfen jumped down a few more levels. The influence of the dark forces was very clear here. Besides the runes and phrases on the walls, the first corpses lay here, dissected in a bestial manner.

"Offerings to the powers..."

Ivar nodded silently and glanced at the door. It was slightly open and a whimper could be heard from the corridor. Ivar signaled his Pack for three to stand guard in the stairwell while he entered the corridor with another Wulfen. The walls were smeared with blood and tissue, and the ceiling and floor were completely decorated with runes and phrase. Light flickered in one of the rooms. Ivar gripped his axe tighter and looked to his brother. The latter nodded and posted himself beside the door. Ivar opened the door slowly with the tip of his axe.

The sight that met him in the room was disturbing to say the least. Sitting on a kind of chair made of organic tissue was a... woman... she was completely flayed. Her skin was hanging on a kind of stand behind the chair. The woman whimpered softly while the chair provided her with whatever was necessary to keep her alive, but not to suppress her pain. At the foot of the chair, a small hunchbacked person in a hooded cloak worked on removing individual muscles from her feet. The person examined each muscle thoroughly before placing them neatly on a tray next to the chair.

When the woman saw Ivar, she opened her eyes, raised her arm in a pleading gesture and tried to scream. She did not succeed. All that escaped her throat was a gurgling sound of pain. But it was enough for the hunchback to turn to him and raise his scalpel. The "grimace" that peeked out from under the hood bore little resemblance to a human being. As the creature limped toward him, Ivar didn't even bother to use his axe. He simply kicked the thing against the wall. The unmistakable sound of splintering bones was his reward, and the lifeless body of his opponent slid down the wall. He then turned to the woman. Standing in front of her, he raised the axe and showed her the weapon. She nodded slowly. With a petrified expression, he raised the axe above the woman's head. The woman closed her eyes and she almost looked like she was relaxing.

As Ivar left the room again, he signaled to his companion.

"Normal mortals are just sick. We're going to need promethium... lots of promethium."

His brother glanced around the room and then shook his head.

"Fire will not suffice for this."

They left the corridor again in the direction of the staircase. Their Pack were already waiting for them.

"What did you see?"

Asked the Inquisitor, whose servo skull had been held by one of the Wulfen. Ivar simply shook his head and pointed down. On the following levels they found more similar chambers. Some of them were still filled with living victims, to whom Ivar granted the peace of the emperor, while in some cases only the skeleton remained. A particularly macabre spectacle was presented on level 47, where basically all that was left of the victim was the skeleton, heart and lungs, and the complete skull. Ivar had torn apart the butcher who had tampered with this victim in the air before granting peace to the still living victim. In his ear he heard one of the Inquisitor's operators throwing up. He almost had to grin.

"Extremely disturbing, indeed."

Was all the Inquisitor had to say about it. Ivar was tempted to take out the vox-beat and throw it away, but the Inquisitor could truly still be of use.

Finally, as they stood outside the door of the first storeroom, the stench of incense was almost numbing and a steady chanting sound emanated from the storeroom. The door openers had been damaged and the gate was open just wide enough to squeeze through. Ivar turned to his Pack. They kneelt down, head bowed down. Ivar touched each and every one of them on the head. As they looked up to him he "spoke" to them.

"The time has come for us to face our father. Die with your heads held high and take as many of those bastards with you as you can. For the All-Father, For Russ!"

His eyes were ablaze with rightous fury. His Pack nodded as the rose from their knees. For once the Inquisitor did remain quiet, even he knew, that in this moment comments were uncalled for. One by one, they pushed through the gate. Inside, there was an eerie atmosphere. Candles were set up everywhere, bathing the scenery in a flickering orange-red light. And the scenery was nightmarish. The room was gigantic and everywhere people were doing unimaginable things with each other. This had nothing to do with sex, nor with torture or any fetish. The scenes, taken from a painting by Hieronymus Bosch, were accompanied by a soundcanvas of screams, moans and sung verses. It had a very surreal effect.

"By the emperor. This is incredible."

The inquisitor's voice almost broke with excitement.

"I know this ritual, you must stop this. They are trying to summon a greater demon. If they succeed, the entire sector is in danger."

Ivar gripped his axes tighter and signaled to his Pack that the slaughter would now begin. As he continued to advance down the center, toward a glow of red light in the distance, his Pack fanned out and began a genocide among the cultists in the room. In absolute silence they ran from group to group and anihilated every single living being with extreme prejudice. It was extremely disturbing to hear the victims of the Wulfen moan of rapture as the Wulfen slaughtered their way through them.

Ivar ran forward as he bumped into a wall of ice cold air.

"Ha ha ha haaa... there you are..."

The voice sounded out of nowhere. Ivar instinctively raised his weapons. He looked around, but could see nothing.

"... I didn't think you would be so stubborn..."

The voice came from the left. Ivar whirled around baring his teeth.

"What are you doing, why did you stop... keep going, keep going forward."

Ivar ripped the vox-beat out of his ear and tossed it away. He closed his eyes and relied on his instincts.

"Ha ha ha haa... you should have listened to the little man in your ear... you won't get me that way..."

The voice was now to his right. He struck to the right and his axe found resistance. When he opened his eyes, one of his Pack was holding his axe inches from his face.

"Do you hear him too?"

Ivar nodded as he looked around.

"He is taunting us. We should move on. Have you cleaned up?"

His Pack looked around, fresh blood tripped from his blades and his armor was soaked.

"Yes, everyone is dead."

Ivar looked ahead. The demon's laughter still in his ears, he trudged ahead.

The air was unnaturally cold and thick. It felt like walking through water. The closer they got, the greater the resistance and the shriller the chanting of the cultists became. They had noticed their presence. How could they not have?

They were now close enough to see what was happening there. In a large circle, the cultists were kneeling and shouting their incantations, while in the center of the circle stood several cultists in hooded capes. All of them carried elaborately crafted daggers, which they held demonstratively in the air. Behind Ivar and the others, the servo-skull screeched something about interrupting the ritual and hurrying. Ivar continued to push forward against the resistance, followed by his Pack. Among the cultists, the ritual seemed to be festering toward its climax as the kneeling cultists drew daggers as well.

Ivar blinked; the demon's voice was suddenly gone.

In one fluid motion, the daggers of the kneeling cultists descended and all of them slouched forward only to topple to the side afterwards. The cultists in the center raised their free hands to their daggers and slashed their arms and their blood sprayed out in a bright red shower.

It was a bizarre sight as these cultists also fell, the resistance in the air in front of Ivar was suddenly gone and he almost fell forward. But the Wulfen were able to quickly compensate and came to a stop just before the first corpses.

"Something is wrong, be careful brothers."

The others nodded. Carefully they approached the circle of corpses. Ivar turned one of them on its back. It was one of those butchers, but he looked different. It could be because he wore a satisfied smile on his lips. Ivar looked away in disgust.

At that moment the corpse grabbed his leg and tried to cut his tendons with the dagger. Ivar tore his leg away and provided the corpse with an axe blow. Now the others rose as well and began to stagger toward the Wulfen, daggers in hand, with a strange monotonous chant on the lips.

"Only in death does ones service end... wasn't that your creed...? My servants serve me even in death... that's what I call devotion."

The voice came from the direction of the center of the circle. Ivar narrowed his eyes as he continued to dissect the undead cultists. Something moved in the pool of blood that formed the center of the circle. A purple glow seemed to form over the liquid. Ivar worked his way closer while his Pack took care of the flanks. When he reached the ring of corpses that had slashed their arms, a figure rose from the blood. Ivar did not wait but leapt forward, roaring. Only to be swept away by a backhand.

"You don't seriously think you miserable dogs can defeat me. You already couldn't do it on the Russ's suspicion."

Ivar crashed into a cluster of cultists who tried to hold him down. They had no chance at all. The Wulfen tore himself free and unceremoniously whirled his chain axe around him. The rain of body parts and blood refreshed the existing blood on his fur.

"I love your stubbornness thou... yes, really. That's what makes you Astartes special. Normal people are so easy to control."

The figure moved her hand over one of the corpses at her feet and it moved like a puppet.

"It's almost too easy."

Ivar was already sprinting forward to her again, but stopped in mid-motion.

"Ah ah aaaah... not so fast doggie... I'm not done here..."

The figure wiggled her negation with one finger, then raised both arms and the remaining blood from the pool flowed to her, formed around her and seemed to solidify. When it finally crumbled away there stood a clearly female figure, a female figure about 10 feet tall. But so much about the appearance was wrong. She didn't have hair, it looked more like it was tentacles swept back like hair. She had only one hand, whose nails were long like little daggers. The other arm ended in what looked like scissors or claws that snapped shut at irregular intervals. Its legs ended in clawed talons. A long flexible tail that ended in a long sharp spike rounded out the appearance. Otherwise she was naked and of voluptuous build. Her wide hips swayed as she moved, as did her big breasts.

"Hmmmmmwaaa... it feels good to have a real body again. Don't get me wrong, the little one on your ship was quite nice, but she wouldn't have lasted long. Her soul was delicious, by the way."

She licked her purple lips and came closer in slow, lascivious steps. Behind her, the other Wulfen sprang toward her. With a flick of her wrist, they too hung in the air. The demon was now getting dangerously close to Ivar. Her breath had no scent in the true sense. It was more the embodiment of desire and lust that wafted against Ivar's face with every word she spoke.

"Ooooh it really is a shame to kill you just like that. So much I want to do to you..."

She ran her fingernails over the straps that bound the armor to Ivar's body. They simply came undone. Little by little, the armor fell off of him. As he stood bare before her she ran her hand over his chest, feeling his muscles. Her voice sounded excited, lustful, as she gasped her words.

"Just look at these bodies. At the peak of their capabilities. Able to withstand so much pain and torture."

She turned to the other Wulfen and proceeded with their armor in the same way. None of them were able to budge. She transported the other four to Ivar and positioned them in a semicircle around herself.

"And yet... your spirit, strong as it may be, it is so small. So insignificant."

At that moment, the servo skull crashed against the demon's head. Sparking and cursing shrilly, it whirred around the demoness. The latter simply grabbed it with her scissor-like claw, looked at it briefly, and casually crushed it.

"It's rude to interrupt a lady."

With these words, she threw the remains of the skull over her shoulder and turned back to the Wulfen.

"Now, where was I? Ah yes... torture."

She licked her lips and stepped in front of one of the Wulfen, taking the chain axe from his hand.

"Such a crude weapon."

She swung it back and forth a few times.

"But I must say it is very effective. For what we're about to do, however, it's completely unsuitable."

Her voice was a mixture of purring, hissing, and singing... and you didn't hear it so much as you felt it. She raised the axe and it simply melted before the eyes of the Wulfen. Ivar fought against the invisible forces that held him, but he could not get away. The demoness in front of him raised her hand and showed Ivar her dagger-like nails.

"Let me show you what you can use something like this for."

She walked over to the Wulfen next to him and all the Wulfen turned with him.

"Now dear children, take good care..."

Purred the demoness and pushed her claws into the chest of the Wulfen completely without effort. The latter tried to scream, but he couldn't, he tried to fight back, but he couldn't, all he could do was hang there and watch as this demoness stirred inside him. The pain threatened to overwhelm him, but at the same time this torture excited him so much that he couldn't hold on to himself.

"Ohooo, look at that... I hit it right on the nose."

The demoness cheered as she looked down at the Wulfen's erection. She pulled her claws out of the Wulfen's torso and bent down. She ran one of her claws over the Wulfen's member and you could see him squirm inside as she slashed him lengthwise.

"Naughty boys must be punished. No one allowed you to show your arousal."

Rebuked the demoness as she stood up. Meanwhile, the Wulfen's blood dripped on the floor where it began to boil. The demoness placed her claw on the Wulfen's pubic bone and dragged it through to under the Wulfen's chin. For a moment nothing happened, but then the Wulfen's insides burst from the wound and slapped the floor. The strained calm breathing of Ivar's brother was interrupted by a gurgling sound as he tried to speak.

"Oh my little angel, you don't have to say it, I can read your thoughts and they are like balm on my wounds. Yes, hate me, curse me. I feast on your emotions, on your pain and on..."

She reached for his member and the Wulfen's eyes widened.

"...Yeah right...on your lust. So delicious."

Ivar tugged at his bonds. His veins stood out as he braced himself against the unruly force that held him in place. He tried to howl his anger and frustration, but she didn't let him.

"Ohhh take it easy...you'll get your turn too. I'll save you for last."

The demoness turned back to her victim. The Wulfen had bared his teeth, red foam standing in front of his mouth and his breathing was going in raspy puffs.

"Yes I think I could keep this up for quite a while, but your brothers want their fun too. Oh come on. Dying in battle, what kind of battle would that be. Eight of you didn't stand a chance against me when I was weak."

Laughing, she turned to another Wulfen while decapitating the slashed Wulfen with her tail.

This Wulfen jerked its head back and forth, growling and nagging as it tried to escape its bonds. The demoness chuckled.

"You don't think, now that I have one less of you to tie up, that you'd have even the slightest chance of escaping?"

Her voice was filled with overconfidence. She felt she was in full controll all the time. She came very close to him, only a few millimeters separated them, so sure was she of her power over the Wulfen.

"Oooohohooo you are a naughty little dog. And no, I don't think his soul will make it to his father. ... And ... no ... gone it is."

The demoness burst into loud laughter. When she caught herself only a few seconds later, the Wulfen had already been disemboweled. He was not able the do anything other the watch as she casually flicked her tail and his head fell to her hand.

"No my boy, you don't deserve to have these experiences."

The comment fell on deaf ears and she threw his head over her shoulder, much as she had done with the servo skull. She turned to Ivar again.

"Your brothers bore me..."

She came closer and licked her lips again.

"Oh yes... of course "you" will kill me..."

She laughed. It was an incredibly cold, joyless laugh. She grabbed his throat and pulled him towards her.

"How are you going to kill a demon? Oh, of course you can destroy this body, but it won't change anything, I'll get a new one and just reemerge."

Her tongue lengthened and she licked his bloodied cheek.

Ivar snapped at her tongue and actually got it between his teeth. The demoness simply straightened back up. The tongue snapped off and just reformed. The rest of the tongue in Ivar's mouth writhed and twisted in its bite. He bit down again and then spat out the twisting end. His gaze was positively on fire.

"Ohhhohooo yeah... that's exactly what I expected from you. Fight. Show me you are worthy of this body."

She bit her lip and ran her hands over her voluptuous body, accentuating her curves and showing off her assets. Her eyes overflowed with desire. Her whole body oozed lust and deprevation.

"Ooooonnnngh... I can't wait... it's going to be a feast..."

Ivar didn't let up to struggle against the restraints and for a moment it looked like he could do it, but again he had no chance against the incredible power of the demoness.

"Hmmm I think I have to finish this now... I'm dying of desire."

She turned to one of the other two Wulfen. Her smile held a perverse variation of pity before she kissed the mutant Astartes. It was an intimate, deep kiss that the Wulfen resisted to the best of his ability. But after only a few seconds, he hung limply in the air. The demoness straightened up and pulled her tongue out of the Wulfen's throat. It was surprisingly long. With a flick, she pulled it back into her mouth. She swallowed sensually feeling her throat and strocking her hand down between her breasts to her flat belly and further down between her thighs.

"Hmmm so much essence... you are worth every second of my attention."

As she looked to Ivar she closed her eyes and flicked her tongue invitingly. She softly moaned as she pulled her now wet fingers back out.

"And now for you my friend."

She looked over her shoulder at Ivars last remaining brother, whose eyes widened. He gritted his teeth and renewed his efforts to escape from the Warp's grasp.

"Oh you don't want to die like your brother? Fine... I'll kill you differently."

She purred as she closed in on him. She lifted him until his privates were at about head height. Slowly and sensually she encircled his testicles with her hand.

"Hmm yessss... I already know what I'm going to do to you."

The Wulfen's muscles tensed under his skin as he once again gave his all to free himself. His teeth gritted in his effort and he reared back. The demoness just smiled and let her tongue slip out of her mouth again. She wrapped it around his member and guided it to her mouth with her tongue. Ivar threw his head back and forth and howled his rage. Next to him, his brother was devoured and he could do nothing about it. He begged the God-Emperor to give him strength to end this matyrium.

The demoness feasted on his brother, whose face was contorted in a grimace of pain, lust, despair and anger. It was not long before his brother came and spilled his life along with his seed. The demoness took it all in. She was positively glowing with energy when she finally turned to Ivar. She licked her lips with pleasure and pushed a few drops of sperm into her mouth with her finger just to suck on it sensually. When she pulled it out again she looked to Ivar, her grin was diabolical.

"Ohhh your brothers have only fueled my apetite. You will be my main course. And the rest of this measly world my dessert."

She purred as she moved towards him with her hips swaying. Her nether regions glithened in the semi darkness of the room. She stood before him and put her hand on his chest feeling him. She bit her lip for a moment as she thought about something. As she spoke, her voice was filled with glee.

"I think I should give you a chance to speak. I want to hear you scream my name as I rape you. I want to hear you renounce your emperor and pledge allegiance to my master."

She let her hand glide to his throat. Her eyes began to glow purple as she closed her hand around Ivar's neck. The howl that escaped his throat turned increasingly into a scream.

"Aaaaahh better..."

Ivar did not wait for permission to speak. He screamed at her.

"You vile abomination, I banish you to the warp from which you crawled. Never will a son of Russ renounce the Emperor, and never will I swear allegiance to your accursed master. I will disembowel you, then I will patch you up and disembowel you again. I will skin you, then throw it to you and you eat it before I burn you in holy fire. And if there is anything left, I will burn it again in nuclear fire together with the greenskins on the surface. You will suffer for what you have done. And I will make you suffer so much that even you won't like it anymore. You disgust me. You..."

That's as far as he got, as the words stuck in his throat. The demoness smiled at him and lay a finger on his snout as would a mother do to her child to silence it.

"Now now now... we'll save the pillow talk for later... you little flatterer."

In her voice sounded a sick benevolence and her look was that of one loving another. He felt himself moving against his will. She shifted him to horizontal and came closer. He felt her touch his legs.

"Hrrrrrnnngkk..."

He wanted to keep cursing and screaming but she wouldn't let him. Instead, she moved her hand up along the inside of his lower leg. She felt his muscles tremble under her touch and felt his blood racing through his veins.

"You know... I didn't save you for last for nothing."

She said to herself in a sensual tone as her hand slowly slid up his thigh.

"I've already noticed you in my other temple."

She tenderly grasped his member already feeling its response to her teasings.

"You have a stronger will than the others, but also more heart. You have remained more human than your brothers."

Her voice sounded almost loving as she massaged his manhood.

"It would be a shame to kill you. You would make such a good general for my troops. And such a good companion for... other purposes."

He resisted to the best of his ability but his body gave in to the demoness' temptations. She could feel his reaction to her efforts and shortly after, she could see it.

"I can give you unimaginable power. You could get this any day. All you have to do is say yes."

She surveyed her handiwork and stepped between his legs. Her hand slid between his thighs and gently massaged his testicles.

"You know I can do this. And you know I will get what I want."

She stated with an absolute certainty. She lowered her head to his member. Her lips enclosed his tip and her tongue played around it. The sensation was overwhelming. Ivar shook his head. And even thou his mouth already formed the "Yes", he forced a "No" from his throat.

"Hmm respectable, but how about this?"

Her voice sounded in his head as She increased the suction and slowly slid her lips down his shaft. Ivar closed his eyes and tried to relax. He understood that he couldn't win this fight like that, but he didn't want to begrudge her the victory either. If he managed to relax enough, he might fall into a hypno-coma and be able to escape her.

"Oh are you giving yourself to me after all? Very well..."

She sounded very pleased in his head. She kept sucking him and every time she lifted her head again Ivar thought she would want to remove his intestines through his urethra. He shook his head again.

"No, never will I give in to you or any of yours. Not in a thousand years."

His voice sounded calm and relaxed. She pulled her head back and unwrapped her tongue from his cock. With one last lick she pulled her tongue back into her mouth.

"Hmmm your resistance is too delicious. But you will fall, as thousands have before you."

She licked her lips and sucked on the fingers as she stood up between his legs. As she pulled her fingers from her mouth she lay one on his tip and smiled a quite develish smile.

"Did your Yarl never tell you about the Wolf Brothers? An entire company of the Sons of Fenris fell to chaos. Granted, it was not my master they fell to."

Purred the demoness as she mounted him. She sat on him, his member between her thighs. He could feel the intense heat emanating from her crotch as she pressed it onto his hips. She rubbed herself against him with pleasure, smearing herself with the blood that was still on him. Then, when she was settled, she lifted her hips and impaled herself on him. Slowly she let herself slide down on him and enjoyed every millimeter of the experience, quite the opposite of Ivar, who continued to resist with all his might.

"What a glorious feeling. Hhhmmmm, but it could be a little bigger."

Sighed the demoness and reached for Ivar's manhood. It briefly glowed purple between her thighs and Ivar could clearly feel her tightening around him. When she started moving again the movement of his member in her abdomen was clearly visible. She began to moan as she slid up and down on his member.

"Yes, yeeesss that's more like it!"

Ivar bared his teeth and spat his hatred at her. The demoness just laughed and pulled his claws towards her and placed them on her breasts.

"Then let's see what you can do Wolfie."

She demanded and began to move her body up and down rhythmically, at the same time forcing the Wulfen to massage her breasts. Ivar's claws dug into the soft tissue and the demoness yelped in a mixture of pain and lust.

"Harder little one, harder. I can feel your body wanting to give in to me. As they say, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."

She reveled in the feeling of pleasure and pain, moaning with glee. Ivar growled his resentment.

"Never. Never will I yield to a twisted and depraved being like you."

He gripped as hard as he could, crushing the tender tissue of her breasts. Crimson blood overflowed his claws and ran down his arms.

"Yeah, go wild. Show me what you got. It's not like you can damage this body."

The demon was skillful in her movements. Again and again she changed the pattern and used all her skills to bring the Wulfen down. Ivar's body would not play along much longer, soon it would betray him. He could already feel it rising inside him and threatening to overtake him.

"Yes... yes, I can feel it. Let yourself fall, don't fight it. You will fall. There's no way around it. Why do you want to make it so hard for yourself?"

She asked moaning, sticking out her tongue. Once again the demoness increased her efforts, once again she intensified her work. Ivar groaned as he felt his own orgasm coming.

"Father... give me strength..."

And then everything went black.