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Before he saw the apartment, Dante wasn't quite sure what he had been expecting. This was Anomaly after all. Pounder's apartment couldn't possibly have been a luxury five-star hotel.

It was a dump in all the usual traditions of dump-ness. Most of the windows were boarded up or broken. The fire escape in the alley was a rusty old death-trap. Mould grew all the way up to the roof level and mystery stains glowed along the pavement and walls under the UV street lamps.

Inside was no better. Carpets were patchy, damp and probably home to lethal pathogens. The walls were peeling. Gaping holes hung in some of the plasterboard separating the apartments. The superintendent at the front desk didn't seem to give any shits about the state of his building. I mean, how could he with two aliens burying their faces in his lap as he watched the Blood Bowl on a flickering old CRT screen mounted on the wall.

The "horny" nature of Anomaly extended to indoors. Every apartment, every hallway, every bit of open space on the floor was reserved for fornication in its most perverse forms.

In imperial space sex was an act necessary to the continuation of a species unspoken of, let alone talked and bragged about, never mind shared with others outside the engaging couple. Pre-marital sex was unheard of. More than two individuals taking part in the act was considered obscene.

Oral - or even just thinking about it - was dancing on the laws of decency.

Anomaly clearly had no such boundaries. Females, and very often males walked around top and/or bottom-less. Every bit of the environment was a surface upon which or against which the denizens were able to do the dirty.

One ork in the corridor was leaned up against a wall as if waiting for a bus. Held in his massive claws was the skinny waist of a dainty, pale skinned eldar woman; the pointy-eared elf impaled on his knobbly green breeding-stick. Both of them were grunting and moaning feverishly as the ork effortlessly lifted the woman up and down, as if using her like a disposable toy. And judging by the agonising bliss in her eyes and the waterfall of lubricating fluids running down her thigh she didn't seem to mind.

Another human, around Dante's build, seemed to be living up to the inquisitor-in-training's cover story better than Dante was. Against all odds of physical prowess this cadian defector had a mighty tyranid hive tyrant pinned against the wall with one hand planted between her shoulder blades and one hand keeping her tail lifted high. With every thrust into her tight tail-hole the towering monster squatted down for her partner's easier access bounced nearly vigorously enough that her head almost put a dent in the ceiling. All four arms were spread out and she gripped the wall to which her large breasts were squished as the human forcefully dominated her.

How she was even able to derive any pleasure from the tiny man plugging away at her was any God Emperor's guess. But there she was, digging her blades and talons into the wall and drooling profusely with a deadly mixture of lust and pleasure.

Holes in the walls served as peep holes into the erotic displays inside the apartments. Numerous anthros were reduced to squirming, moaning piles of wet, matted fur. One tyranid monster pleasured a pair of Tau girls laying on top of one another, facing each other and kissing deeply as the alien beast's twin erections stretched them both out at the same time and ploughed them into a sloppy stupor.

As they walked past both girls screamed as the tyranid pulled out and hosed them both down. Dante made sure to keep a hand clamped on Claudia's arm so she didn't barge in to get her share of a viscous purple shower.

Dante wondered why he was even surprised at what he was seeing.

Pounder's apartment was about as unclean as the rest of the building, though thankfully devoid of insane xeno and mutant orgies. The carpet was festering. An old stained couch sat up against one wall. There was a single coffee table and a small area designated as a kitchen. Beyond that next to the window was the bed, not a clean sheet to be seen. Right next to the head-board was a single sink and toilet, zero privacy from the rest of the apartment.

It had all the essentials, but none of the basic comforts.

"Welcome to paradise," Pounder bellowed cheerfully. "Hah! I've always wanted to say that. So what do you think?"

"I think its..." Dante was about to scowl out the word "decrepit."

Thankfully Claudia saved him with a bright smile as she admitted, "I think it's a very nice place you have here, Mister Pounder. And such handsome neighbours."

The Space Marine chortled, still amused by how Claudia insisted on calling him 'mister.' "So what are you kids in for? Lookin' to set up your own love-shack?"

"Not really," Dante said.

"Absolutely!" Claudia squealed excitedly wrapping her arms around the human. "I can't wait to get my master alone so we can consum_mate_," she gave a big toothy grin and narrowed her eyes suggestively, "over and over again."

As Pounder glanced between the aroused spark in Claudia's eyes and Dante's bewildered expression, the inquisitor-in-training quickly gave a grin and uncomfortably put an arm around the girl's shoulders.

"Yeah, that's us. Just... y'know... consummating."

Pounder considered them for a moment, then shrugged. "Okay, but if you're consummating on my couch try to keep it down. I need my beauty sleep... seriously, if you could see my face you'd agree!" Clapping his hands together, Pounder sat on the foot of his bed causing the whole structure to groan and several springs to pop out of the mattress. "So do you kids need anything?"

"Do you have viagr-... mmmppphh!"

With his hand firmly clamped over Claudia's mouth, Dante quickly asked, "Do you know of any sororitas passing through Anomaly?"

"Bolter bitches? On Anomaly?" Pounder rumbled with laughter that rippled all across his armoured body. "Ha! I wish! What the fuck you need a bolter bitch for anyway?"

"Uh." Dante scratched his head. He really hadn't thought that question through. "Revenge?" His cover story came flowing back. "She, uh... we heard that the sororita that put poor Claudia in a convent is on Anomaly."

The Space Marine's red eyes lightened. "Sound like you're about to kick an ass. I can dig it! I heard rumours of a bolter bitch hanging out in the warehouse district. I can bring you in the morning if you like."

"Sounds good."

"Excellent! I'd better get to that beauty sleep then. There's beer in the fridge, help yourselves."

Dante looked across at the fridge and asked, "How about food?"

"Yeah. There's beer in the fridge! I just said that. Pay attention." Then without another word Pounder slumped back onto his bed and lost consciousness. His eyes went dark and a rumbling snore cut through the apartment's air.

Dante glanced down at Claudia. "We're sharing the couch I guess."

Claudia didn't say anything. She just smiled and licked her lips with trembling anticipation. Dante abandoned what he said about this going to be a long mission.

This was going to be a long night.

~~~~

One man's nightmare is another man's pleasure. Dante wanted to try and keep this in mind as he slept. However while gripped by the long seductive fingers of a horrible nightmare he didn't really have time to check his thoughts.

Surrounded by daemonettes clawing at his junk as he desperately re-created the cover art of the video-game DOOM, Dante slept too soundly to even notice what was happening to him in the conscious world. So I'm going to leave a little bit of blank space below for you to stare at and imagine his surprise when Dante woke up tied to the couch and his pants pulled down around his ankles.

Good? Okay, let's keep this show moving.

So there Dante was, sitting up on the couch with his arms spread pread and wrists bound tight. His ankles were bound too, in such a way that he couldn't budge. Not even a little.

Now his pants weren't actually around his ankles. But his belt, zipper and the front of his heart-dotted boxers had been pulled open, snaking a rather cold blast of air around his unmentionables.

Standing in front of him was Claudia. He gaped at the girl, about to demand an explanation for what the hell was going on. That was when he realised they weren't alone.

Behind Claudia he got a good view of it. The monument of all carnal sins wrapped in a sexy, lithe package of terror and death.

Standing behind Claudia, the daemonette smiled like a wolf sizing up a morsel, her frightful daggers teeth glinting in the apartment's poor light.

The creature was disturbingly beautiful, with eyes that promised a lifetime of forbidden pleasures; the daemonettes of Slaanesh possessed the ability to distract a man in battle. And with 'assets' like hers, it was not surprising. Her chest was home to a pair of large, perfect globes that sent Dante into an involuntary state of arousal with a mere casual glance. His erection throbbing, the man swallowed hard as his eyes glode down the daemonette's perfect sleek skin, toned musculature and noted her bare crotch.

Every sane sensual thought told him he had to be turned off in an instant at the sight of the long penis where an enticing female slit should have been. Still for some strange reason the groggy haze of arousal clouding Dante's brain didn't fade.

The daemonette's cock was like that of a tapir or a bird - though Dante couldn't speak from experience - pale in colour, perfectly smooth and ending in a tapered point that hooked downward ever so slightly. The girth wasn't bigger than Dante's, but it was definitely too sizes longer and the way it bobbed as if noticing his gaze worried the human as to the intended target for the appendage.

"Oh, look my sweet girl," she said, the daemonette's voice was a soft whisper, lower than the gentle crackle of embers on a dying hearth-fire. And it held all the same sweet allure of warmth that could toast marshmallows. "He's finally awake."

Claudia's eyes were wide with terror as the daemonette draped herself over her comparatively tiny frame. She was clearly afraid and rooted to the spot, unaware of how she should proceed. Part of her stared hungrily at Dante. Another part felt the need to eviscerate the daemonette.

She suddenly found her head turned with one of the daemonette's claws hooking around her jaw. She locked gazes with the smiling daemon and felt the soft, silky brush of the woman's lips on hers. Claudia moaned softly as a small prickle of ecstasy dazzled her brain.

Dante watched a hazy purple cloud breath from the daemon's lips and snake its way into Claudia's mouth and nostrils. The poor girl didn't even notice the daemonette begin to pull at her strings.

With a firm push, the daemonette doubled Claudia over on the spot. She landed on her knees, with her hands finding the waistband of Dante's boxers and her head close enough to his erection for him to feel her warm breath. She stared at the cock for some time as the daemonette lowered herself too, staring like she was supposed to do something with it but wasn't quite sure what.

The deamonette in the meantime reached forward and caught the precum beading at the tip of her own length, then slowly and sensually rubbed the slick fluid across the shaft until the whole thing glistened in the poor light. She didn't waste much time with executing her intent after that.

Lifting up Claudia's little cotton-tail, the daemonette moved in for the kill; so to speak. The tapered tip pressed between the gazelle's firm young bum-cheeks and found the tight, winking opening that seemed to yield willingly at the slightest tough. The head slipped inside, tickling Claudia's prostate for a moment and causing her to clench.

The daemonette grunted, mouth agape with sick pleasure and head tilted back into her neck. Then as the girl beneath her began to yield again, the unholy creature made another push.

Claudia's mouth was open in a silent scream of agony, her huge eyes lager than Dante had seen them before. He felt her pointed fingertips dig through his trousers and into his legs as the daemonette smoothly rocked forward, the antelope's eyes brimming with water at the same time.

"Thatssssss it," the daemonette hissed as her erection was swallowed greedily by Claudia's virgin ass. "Good girl. That's a very good girl. You're so tight and warm. Mmmmmh, that's it. Keep squirming like that. That feels nice."

Claudia obliged, panting, her cheeks glowing rosy through her fur with the fervour racking her body. Claudia was overcome by a carnal instinct. Every fibre of her body and soul wanted to feel Dante inside her. To inhale his musk, to taste him, to have him ravish every available orifice in her body. She wanted him to take her, force himself upon her. She wanted to be his, to worship the inquisitor-in-training's divine sausage for the rest of eternity.

He was her Immortal Emperor, the lord of her desire and will. For him she would slay ranks of innocents, subject herself as a whore of Slaanesh, or even cross the galaxy for him and fuck anything and everything that stood in her path.

Anything, just to have him inside her.

If there was one thing the Adepta Sororita convent had taught her though, it was patience. Claudia was very good with patience. She was very good with starting slow.

So she started slow, pressing her face against the base of his length and inhaling sharply.

"C-Claudia!? Wha-what are y-you doing?" Dante stammered with surprise as he felt her wet tongue touch him.

Feverishly licking along the bottom of Dante's shaft, Claudia slowly made her way up, breathing in his divine smell as she tasted every inch of his length. To Dante's dismay he was already comparing her actions to what those two 'professionals' had done back at the inn. Claudia had obviously never done this before, and she was like a grunt taking to the battlefield for the first time. Only instead of flailing a sword like a rookie, she was licking like a maniac, placing short licks and kisses all up and down his pole.

Though what she lacked in experience she was definitely making up in eagerness to please as she quickly found a gait of long, sloppy licks that ran all up and down the human's length.

"She's enjoying herself, handsome." Biting her lip, the daemonette shuddered and slid the last inch of her cock into Claudia. The girl was silent as before, suddenly removing her mouth from Dante's length and straightening up. "There, sweetheart. How does that feel?"

Claudia didn't answer, merely whimpering as she rested her head back into the daemonette's breasts.

"Does it feel nice?" the unholy courtesan sang sweetly.

"Mmmmmh." The antelope girl whimpered through pursed lips. Despite the tear rolling from the corner of her eye, dragging a trail of mascara down her furry cheek, she nodded vigorously with a drunken grin spread across her face. "Mmm-hmm."

"Good, girl. Now don't forget about your sweet master. You are his cum-dumpster after all. You need to make him feel good."

Claudia nodded, but hesitated. "I... I want to," she whispered. "But I'm not sure how."

"There, there," the daemonette cooed motherly, gently pushing Claudia forward again so her face moved back towards Dante's length. "I'll teach you. First gently wrap your hand around the base... a little lower, dear. There, good. Then very softly, start stroking up and down. That's it." Claudia moved a little feverishly. "don't be nervous my dear. Just relax. Why don't you give his head a lick? No, his cock-head dear... there you go."

Dante couldn't believe his eyes, forced to watch the gazelle perform every one of the daemon's instructions. She was like a puppet on the whore's string, moving when she said, even pausing to ask if she was doing something right. And all the while Claudia whimpered softly as the daemonette slid in and out of her ass.

"Don't you see you're hurting her!? Release her of your unholy enchantment, whore!" Dante belted out angrily.

The daemonette ignored him, which turned out to be way more hurtful than anything else. She simply ordered Claudia; "now take him. Take his head into your mouth and slide your lips down over his shaft. Don't forget to use your tongue, okay?"

Claudia inched closer.

"Claudia, snap out of it!" Dante's voice seemed to fall on deaf ears as her breath washed hot over him as she opened her mouth wide. "Fight her influence!" she was poised over him, tongue mere millimetres from his sensitive flesh. "Call on your training for the love of all things holy! Fight it!"

It was no good. She was lost. Dante was pretty sure there was a Slaaneshi purple haze in her eyes at this stage. She wasn't going to snap out of it until the daemonette was an eviscerated pile on the floor.

And therein lay the problem. Dante tested his bonds again. They didn't budge. He looked to Pounder. Still an unconscious lump of snoring armour.

Things were getting helpless, and Dante could only stare and squirm with forced pleasure as Claudia greedily swallowed his manhood whole.

Claudia was meanwhile enjoying every drop of her master's precum. He tasted salty, but it was good. It was a most divine treat she had ever tasted. The convent food was all taste-less nutrient gruel. The meat-popcicle of her master was the most flavoursome thing she'd ever laid her tongue upon. She wanted to lick and suckle him forever. She wanted to take every inch of it all at once.

She even tried to, working her lips as far to the base of his erection as she could. She could only get about three quarters in before the mushroom head blocked the back of her throat and caused her to gag softly.

Opening her eyes she looked up to the face of her master. He was sweating, moisture dappling his forehead as his eyes fell shut. His teeth were gritted like he was preparing for a tough fight. But he was panting heavily. Claudia could feel his length twitch in her mouth and she smiled contentedly despite her mouthful. Realising she was making Dante feel good Claudia felt pride swell in her chest. She felt like the Emperor himself had reached down and blessed her.

Though given the opportunity to do this to the handsome young man who had taken her from the cold, cruel convent; Claudia was pretty sure that was exactly what had happened. She had been blessed!

Closing her eyes, Claudia pursed her lips over his shaft and enthusiastically went to work again, lost in the hallucination that was supposed to be a mere cover story.

Dante fought every move the girl made to finish him off. He was getting dangerously close, but he called on every ounce of willpower and inquisitorial training to put his mind elsewhere. It was like trying to turn a switch in his brain, to turn off all feelings. To conquer matter with the power of the mind. Only in training it had been intended to prevent him from breaking during torture. The instructors had said nothing about resisting a young woman who could perform a wicked blowjob.

His only hope for preventing himf rom involuntarily defiling Claudia's innocent mouth seemed to be the Space Marine.

"Pounder! Pounder, you drunk, layabout sunova-bitch!" Dante tried desperately. "Wake up! Wake up right now!"

The monster still sliding her length in and out of Claudia's ass cackled. "What's the matter, little inquisitor?" the deamonette cooed with feigned concern that sounded sickly sweet despite the sarcasm. "Does she feel nice? Is Claudia's tight little mouth getting you close? Why don't you just give in to your little fuck-slut?"

"Fuck you!"

The daemonette smiled wickedly and Dante realised she knew that she was getting to him. "Just do it. Cum down her throat. Choke her. You know she loves it. You love it don't you, slut? You love to feel your master ram the back of your throat, don't you?"

"Mmm-hmm!"

The vibrations of Claudia's response was too much. Dante clenched hard and closed his eyes, pouring all his focus on stepping back from that precipice.

"Do you want to feel him shoot his load in your mouth?"

Claudia's breath quickened with excitement of the prospect. "Mmm."

"Do you want to feel his hot sticky cum slide down your throat and warm your belly?"

Claudia didn't make a sound that time, just nodding as she focused on working her mouth harder. The daemonette's talk of things to come if she kept up her hard work only heightened Claudia's excitement. She longed to feel the inquisitor-in-training punish her little mouth. She wanted him to purify her; fill her with his pure inquisitorial seed.

The mere anticipation of it caused a glistening trail of arousal to trickle down her inner thigh. She could almost feel him begin to swell. Any minute now she'd feel his cum bubbling up the shaft before it exploded into a shower of...

Claudia's eyes crossed as she was suddenly pulled back, her master's inquisitorial rod freed from her mouth with a wet pop. She felt the cock filling her ass slide out in one smooth, lubed up motion. The tip raked her prostate once more with a delectable tingle before the daemonette was pulled out of her entirely.

Turning with surprise and finding her hooves, Claudia realised Pounder had finally woken up. And to Dante's relief the Space Marine had his clutches on the daemonette, about to do unspeakable things... unspeakable things we're about to speak of, so the squeamish should maybe close the browser now.

Pounder's crotch plate had been removed and dangling by his ankles was a manhood that could end armies. Pounder was a tripod - and the description is probably left to the imagination from there on out.

His eyes were furiously ablaze as he gently nudged Claudia behind him as if to protect her from the disarmed daemonette. Then satisfied the girl was adequately shielded, placed both massive gauntlets around the daemon's dainty waist, then turned her over to get a good look at her spread buttocks and the winking little sphincter between.

The sheer anticipation of feeling it gripped around him hardened the marine to a length that could take the eye out of a Land Raider turret gunner. And it could probably break through the Land Raider's armour to boot.

Without any further ado he rocked his hips back, lined up his sights then almost cartoonishly thrust forward; a powerful pasting that had Dante cringing and Claudia drooling a little with envy. The head of his 'power meat' thudded into the daemonette's clenched anus for a moment, causing the Space Marine's length to kink and buckle at first. But his push was relentless, and within moments the daemonette was forced to yield to several feet of man-meat assaulting her tight orifice.

The daemonette screamed, though not with agony somehow.

Her mouth had fallen open wide, her tongue rolled out over her bottom lip and a waterfall of drool ran down past her chin. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head as her free-hanging erection bobbed with every one of Pounder's violent thrust. As he violated her anus, she was ejaculating a seemingly never ending stream of viscous cum that splattered to the ground and pooled on the carpet. Every so often she'd twitch, a powerful spurt of semen shooting from the pointed tip of her hermaphroditic pride with enough power to splatter the wall beside Dante's head.

Needless to say he was squirming to one side, trying to get himself out of the line of fire.

Noticing this as he was beginning to grunt and feel himself getting close, Pounder quickly twisted right, aiming the daemonette that was now a living cock-warmer in a random direction. And not a moment too soon.

His aim adjusted so the daemonette's next few twitches spurted a few strings of cum harmlessly across the apartment, Pounder shifted his grip from her head downward and ripped at a gauntlet-full of her hair. At the same time he grabbed a hold of one of her arms with his free hand and pulled back hard. With a single audible squelch the Space Marine's enormous girth was hilted completely into the hermaphrodite daemon, a noticeable bulge running from her gut all the way up to her sternum.

The moment he was hilted, Pounder grunted and came with the force of a thousand power-hammers wielded by very angry Black Templars. The first two spurts into the daemonette were evidenced by the distinct cracking and popping of ribs being splintered by the sheer violence of Pounder's ejaculation.

The next few were visible as a stream of cum burst from the daemonette's chest like a blossoming flower of red and white. Globules of Space Marine jizz shot from the sucking chest wound and hit the nearest wall causing the wallpaper to peel and the plaster to crack. The daemonette convulsed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, crying out in the ecstasy death brought her.

As she screamed, voice wavering, she gagged on a mixture of thick semen and blood before barfing out skeet and gore.

She went limp a second later, eyes widened with morbid joy and a severely satisfied smile on her face. Dante's reaction was pretty natural.

"Sweet, holy..." Dante paused before he blurted out 'God-Emperor,' and instead yelled; "shit! Sweet, holy shit!"

Pounder gave the daemonette a few shakes as if checking whether she was faking. Then finally realising she was dead he shrugged his heavy shoulder-guards casually, peeled the daemonette's poo-gut off his limp length and threw her to the ground like a used condom.

Resting his knuckles on his hips quite proudly, Pounder chuckled. "Whelp! That's me all spent for the next month or so. If you guys wanna finish off you're gonna have to look to each other."

Looking to his side Dante saw Claudia was thinking exactly that, biting her bottom lip as she stared hungrily at the softening inquisitorial length. She was edging closer, obviously still under the daemonette's heretical spell. She was only a girl, a sister repentia cursed with mutation on top of that. He couldn't blame her for her weak spirit.

He could reprimand her later, sure. But he couldn't punish her severely for something that wasn't her fault.

"I may have a thing or two to say about that suggestion!" the human cried. "Untie me!"

"Are you sure?" Pounder asked with a scoff, glancing between Dante and Claudia's lusty stare. "Cuz' a lot of people pay good money for this kind of bondage fantas-..."

"POUNDER!"

"Okay, okay. Touchy."