40k Promblems, But Bitches Ain't One 3 (Patreon)

I watched as Magna shook the hand of the balding man with the wicked cheek scar. I was so glad I was treated as a glorified bodyguard/pencil pusher for the several week long negotiations, watching Magna talk circles around the negotiators was like watching poetry. Plus I just didn’t have the head for that sort of thing.

Magna managed to secure an agreement that the local governments would leave us alone, and in exchange, the Global Defense Agency would be our primary contact with the wider world, they got first shot at any Imperium technology we recreated, an American based company called PóleCo would be the distributors of any tech that the GDA didn’t keep, and we were now the proud owners of roughly nine hundred square miles of the Canadian wilderness.

Best part of the last point: we didn’t own it in the sense of, ‘I own this house”, we owned it in the sense of, ‘Yellowstone is part of the United States’. Yes, Magna somehow negotiated us into having our own country. No, I have no idea how she did that. Yes, it was hot as hell.

Our guest from the local Justice League analog, the Guardians of the Globe, spent most of the time sparring with my amazonian companions. Her hero name was War Woman, and I couldn’t help but be somewhat amused by that. I, in the meantime, continued training my psyker abilities and also undergoing a variant of Imperial Guardsman training.

Warp-Craft was what came to me the easiest, using the raw chaos of the Immaterium to create and enhance the Material had a certain irony to it that appealed to me, but I also branched into two additional disciplines: Biomancy and Pyromancy. I would never be as capable in a fight as the rest of our little cabal, so I decided to focus on support skills. But in the words of a certain bald dwarf: shooting lasers is fun.

Shaking my head, pushing aside my recollections, I glanced over to my left. Standing in a similar role as me was… to be honest, I couldn’t help but think of him as a grown up Bobby Hill, if he lost most of the pudge. He’d introduced himself as Donald Ferguson, and from what I could tell he was the Number Two Man to the head of the GDA.

Having discussed it with Magna and the others already, once the papers were signed, I held a hand behind my back and concentrated. The power pack to a lasgun materialized in my palm, and I nudged Ferguson. When he turned to me, I held the hand with the power pack out and dropped it into his palm.

“Happy Throneday,” I quipped as he looked down at it. “Power Pack, good for about a hundred fifty shots in a lasgun, but I’m sure you can get some more general purpose stuff out of it.”

“‘Lasgun’, you mean a laser gun?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed behind his glasses.

I nodded, “Tried and true Imperial Guardsman armament. The most basic weapon used by the armies of the Imperium, second only to the humble knife. Some technologies never die.”

“How does it work?” was the inevitable question as he looked closer at it.

“Give it a good shake, leave it in the sun, even toss it into a campfire in a pinch to recharge it, plug it into the lasgun, and you’re good to go,” I said. When he looked up at me, I gave a shrug, “I know how to maintain it, not how they work.”

That was a bit of a lie, but I wasn’t going to tell them something they wouldn’t believe anyway. From what I could tell, the powerpacks were actually a piece of Warptech from the Dark Age of Technology. Because I could think of no other reason you could make something so advanced with medieval metallurgical tech.

There was a bit of a celebration afterwards, during which I stuck with iced tea, and there was an impromptu drinking competition that resulted in most of the GDA staff passed out and War Woman completely and utterly sloshed. Her competitors, Magna, Auriela, and Morticia, on the other hand, weren't even buzzed.

War Woman had already been given a room to stay in, so I was given the duty of carrying her to her bed. As I lifted her up, War Woman mumbled something unintelligible and then began to giggle uncontrollably. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the hero being so completely out of it. Her sparring partner, Auriela, looked over at me and gave a small smile.

“You're good with her,” she said, her voice soft but with a hint of something else.

I raised an eyebrow at her, not quite sure what she meant, but before I could say anything, War Woman let out a loud snore. I shook my head, trying to contain my laughter, and made my way towards her room.

As I lay War Woman down on the bed, she stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open.

“You're cute,” she slurred, a small smile on her lips.

I couldn't help but feel a little flustered at her words, but I quickly brushed it off. She was clearly not in her right mind.

“Get some rest,” I told her, turning to leave the room.

But before I could take a step, War Woman grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her. Her lips crashed into mine, and for a moment, I was too stunned to react. But as she pulled away, a mischievous glint in her eyes, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.

I leaned in to kiss her again, but she pushed me away.

“Not right now, cutie,” she said, giving me a wink before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

I stood there for a moment, my heart racing, before finally making my way out. I didn’t even have time to close the door before a hand grabbed onto the collar of my carapace armor and pulled me off my feet. My back hit the wall opposite War Woman’s door, my feet more than two feet off the ground, and a pair of lips pressing tight against my own.

My eyes were wide, even as Korraline kissed me like her life depended on it. Her lips tasted like the mead that had been the poison of choice for her and the others had been drinking. I surrendered to the moment, my arms wrapping around her shoulders as she pressed her body against mine. It was a wild, untamed kiss that left me breathless. When she finally pulled away, she leaned her forehead against mine and whispered in my ear.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

I couldn’t help but grin, feeling a sense of warmth through me even as she lowered me to the floor and I had a chance to take in her choice in clothes. Fuck, I’d been mentally calling her a goth amazon, but now she was actually dressed like one! A black tank top, black lipstick, leather pants…

I was in the middle of trying to burn the image into my brain when she pulled her shirt up. My eyes nearly fell out of my head, yes I saw them that first day, but it’s different! It’s so much better when the Goth Amazon who’s nearly four feet taller than me pulls off her shirt specifically so I can enjoy the view of her pale breasts. And those abs!

I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by Korraline's confidence and strength, but at the same time, it was an incredible turn-on. I reached up to cup her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples as she let out a low moan.

She pushed me back against the wall, her hands sliding down to my belt as she worked to undo it. I could feel my body responding to her touch, my desire growing with each passing moment. In the span of a few minutes, she had me out of my armor, and was unbuckling her black leather pants.

My gaze was locked on her toned hips as she pushed them down, revealing a pair of black panties. Her body was toned, strong, and perfect, but her hips were still a little wider than I'd been expecting. As my gaze drifted up to her belly, my eyes level with her navel, I couldn't help but imagine how she'd look, pregnant with our child.

Setting that thought aside (I’d talk to Magna about the feasibility of using biomancy to change that sterility issue), I leaned in, crouching down just enough to put my mouth level with her hot, wet pussy. My hands worked over the soaked garment that barely covered her, but only for a moment. I hooked my fingers into her waistband and pulled her panties down her thighs, letting them drop to the floor.

Her scent, I couldn't describe it, but like all amazon scents it was musky and strong. I inhaled deeply and let it carry me away for a moment. And then I leaned forward and took her in my mouth.

She almost lost her balance as I did it, but caught herself on the wall. Her hands pressed against my head, encouraging me as I worked my tongue over her soft folds, taking in her scent, feeling her warm body against my lips and face. I could feel her building up towards her peak, the way she was moving, the way her breath was coming faster and deeper, the moans falling from her lips. She didn't last long, but I could tell she was enjoying it, and I was enjoying being able to give her this kind of pleasure.

She pulled my head back, her eyes burning with wild need, and she growled, “No more foreplay, you are going to fuck me right here, right now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I responded immediately, while mentally trying to figure out the mechanics of how we were going to go about this. I’m a pretty tall guy at six foot three. But Korraline’s an even ten feet tall.

Thankfully, she had already planned ahead, because as I was pushing down my boxers she was laying on her back, right there in the hallway. She held up her left leg, while with her other hand she spread open her pussy lips.

“C’mon, Nero,” she half begged, half ordered. “Take that bitchbreaker cock and fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I responded, needing no more encouragement.

I positioned myself at her opening, and pushed forwards. A groan tore its way out of my throat as my cock slid inside of her, her wet warmth enveloping me. It was incredible, and far tighter than I’d been expecting given our size difference. I had to slow down or this was going to only be a couple minutes. I pulled out of her, until only the head of my member was still inside her, and then pressed in again.

This time, I was able to last a little longer. But I was still new to this, and it wasn’t long before I found myself gasping and holding tightly onto her hips as my orgasm approached. I pulled out, and Korraline shifted her legs so that I could be between them, and then I went for it.

With a few more strokes, my cock twitched again, and I was coming. I’d always been a bit of a fan of internal cumshots, but I had to admit as good as the feeling of my member throbbing as I came was, it was the look on her face that got to me. And Korraline oozed my seed, her face contorting into a blissful expression, an expression that only made the warmth of the moment that much stronger.

As we lay there, panting and enjoying the afterglow, I was already looking forward to round two. Korraline lifted her head off the floor, with a grin that was both sultry and… nervous?

“How’d it feel to take a Primarch’s virginity?” she asked, and shock filled me.

“I was…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence, but I didn’t need to.

Korraline nodded, “I don’t know about the others, but I just never had time or anyone I trusted enough. More than that, on my homeworld, the only exposure to sex I had was executing rapists. The ‘internet’ of this time has shown me a lot of things that have made me curious though, and I look forward to learning as much as I can with you.”

She still had a hint of nervousness on her face, so I gave her a gentle smile, sliding out of her. Practically climbing over her, I gave her a soft, sensual kiss and whispered to her, “It was my first time too.”

“Fuck tha’ was shhot,” a half slurring voice interrupted the moment. Korraline and I turned our heads to see War Woman leaning against her door frame, one hand pinching a nipple while the other was down her pants. “Gimme a shec, then ‘m gonna joi’ ya!”