Lucian cracked his neck. The surge of Primarch strength still surged through every muscle like liquid promethium. Rhea stayed glued to his side, her eyes bright with fresh loyalty as they climbed higher through the rusted shafts. The sump stink faded. Incense and machine oil thickened the air. Real hymns drifted down from above.
A gang of twelve sump rats hit them at the junction. Knives flashed. Stub guns barked. Lucian never slowed. He crushed the first throat like wet parchment. The body flew into the wall with a sickening crunch. Rhea stabbed another through the gut and twisted. Lucian waded in like a tank. Fists shattered jaws and ribs. A lucky bullet grazed his chest. The Minor Regeneration sealed it before the blood even cooled.
The last three died in seconds. Blood painted the walls. The underhive now knew the new rule.
They stepped into the half-ruined chapel. Candles flickered. Three Sisters of Battle stood ready, red-and-black armor gleaming. The leader raised her faceplate. Scarred, nineteen at most, hard eyes locked on them.
"Heretic presence confirmed," she voxed, bolter rising. "Identify or be purged."
Lucian walked forward naked, cock heavy and ready. Rhea hung back.
Bolters lifted.
He smiled. Time to break some holy bitches.
He exploded forward. One hand tore the leader's bolter away. The other slammed her into the stone altar. Ceramite cracked. Her sisters fired. A round burned his shoulder but closed instantly. The other two charged with chainswords howling. Lucian kicked one ten meters into a pillar. The second swung. He caught the blade bare-handed, blood running down his arm, then headbutted the visor into shards.
The leader thrashed beneath him on the altar. "Blasphemer! The Emperor will-"
"Shut it," he growled. He ripped open her crotch and chest plates. Pale skin spilled free. Heavy tits heaved. Her cunt already glistened, betrayal wet between her thighs. "I am your new master now. And I am taking what is mine."
Ting!
Quest Update: Forge the New Legion. 1/10 elite Imperial women claimed.
Bonus: Claim a Sister of Battle for Holy Affinity.
He pinned her legs wide under the stone gaze. His thick, veined cock throbbed, leaking heavy beads of pre-cum that smelled of pure dominance. He rubbed the fat head up and down her soaked slit in slow, teasing circles, dragging it over her swollen clit until her hips jerked against her will and a shaky breath escaped her.
"Never… I will never submit to a heretic…" she hissed, but the words trembled.
He pushed just the tip inside her. Inch by torturous inch he sank deeper, stretching her tight walls until they clamped down around every throbbing vein like a vice. She was scorching hot and dripping wet, so tight it felt like her body was trying to pull him in and never let go. Her back arched hard off the altar. Heavy tits bounced with every ragged breath. Nipples stood rock-hard.
Fuck. This is what a Sister of Battle feels like when she starts cracking.
He held still, buried to the hilt, letting her feel every thick pulse inside her. A broken moan slipped from her lips despite herself. Then he started moving. Slow, deliberate withdrawals that left her aching and empty, followed by powerful slams that cracked the altar stone beneath them. Shhlp… shhlp… shhlp. The wet, filthy sounds echoed through the chapel. Her juices ran down his heavy balls and dripped onto the floor in sticky strings.
"Fuck… you… heretic…" she gasped between deep thrusts, but her hips rolled up to meet him greedily. Her walls fluttered and squeezed. "It burns… so good… deeper, damn you…"
Lucian grinned. One hand locked around her throat, feeling her pulse race under his fingers. The other mauled a fat tit, pinching and twisting the nipple until she cried out in raw pleasure. He sped up, pounding her with long, brutal strokes that made her power armor spark and her whole body jolt. Sweat poured down her pale skin, mixing with the slick mess between her thighs. The thick scent of her arousal filled the air.
He flipped her onto her stomach without pulling out, bending her over the altar so he could ream her from behind. Deeper now. Harder. Balls slapping her swollen clit with every thrust. She screamed in pleasure, pushing back desperately against him.
"Harder, Master! Please… breed this unworthy cunt! Fill me with your seed!"
He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight, fast circles while he fucked her senseless. Her first orgasm exploded through her. She squirted violently around his cock, walls milking him like a starving mouth, power armor sparking wildly as her body convulsed. He did not stop. He kept pounding straight through it, dragging a second orgasm out of her almost immediately. She was babbling now, completely shattered.
"Master… yes… own me… plant your seed in me! I am yours!"
Ting!
+200 Tyrant Points. First Holy Claim.
New Ability Unlocked: Legion Loyalty Aura.
Claimed women gain minor regeneration and fanatical devotion.
He roared and pumped her full. Thick, burning ropes of cum flooded her womb, pulse after pulse until it overflowed and ran down her thighs in white rivers. She convulsed one last time, whispering "Master…" over and over.
Lucian pulled out slowly, watching his seed leak from her gaping, ruined cunt. He turned to the other two Sisters who had already dropped their weapons and knelt.
"You two are mine now too. Kneel and swear."
They bowed instantly, voices trembling with new devotion.
The leader, Sister Seraphina, panted on the altar and spoke clearly. "An Inquisitor from the Ordo Hereticus arrives in three days. His name is Lord Inquisitor Voss Karne. He brings twenty storm troopers, two other Sisters, and a full purge team. They felt your awakening the moment you claimed me. They plan to burn this entire level and execute everyone on it."
Lucian's mind raced. Three days gave him time to turn this ruined chapel into a real stronghold. He paced the stone floor, eyes scanning every corner while the women waited in silence.
"Listen up," he said, voice low and commanding. "This is no longer a shrine. It is our first fortress. Rhea, strip every dead ganger for weapons, ammo, and scrap metal. Melt down their knives and guns for barricade spikes. Seraphina, you and your sisters use your power armor strength to weld those rusted bulkheads across the main entrances. Leave one hidden service shaft open for escape. Stockpile their bolter rounds here at the altar. We turn their own weapons against them."
He pointed at the far wall. "Drill firing ports through that stone. Two per Sister. I want overlapping fields of fire on every approach tunnel. The Loyalty Aura will keep you sharp. Train Rhea in basic bolter handling tonight. She learns fast."
Seraphina rose, eyes glowing with new purpose. "It will be done, Master. The Aura already makes my wounds heal faster. We can move twice the weight we could before."
Lucian nodded. Good. The system is paying off already.
"Next," he continued. "I am scouting the next level alone. I need maps of the manufactorum above and any supply caches. When the Inquisitor's scouts arrive, we do not fight fair. We ambush the lead team in the tunnels, capture two storm troopers alive, and use their vox to feed false reports back to Karne. Make him think the purge is going smoothly until we hit his main force from behind."
Ting!
Main Quest Progress: 3/10 elite Imperial women.
New Side Quest: Prepare for Inquisitor. Reward: Advanced Regeneration, 2000 Tyrant Points, First Legion Upgrade.
Bonus Objective: Fortify Chapel Base. Progress 1/5.
The system chimed again as the women immediately set to work. Rhea dragged bodies. Seraphina and her sisters began welding with focused efficiency. The chapel already felt like a command post.
Lucian grabbed a spare robe from a side alcove and threw it over his shoulders. "I will be back before dawn with more intel and supplies. When I return, we run drills. This legion starts small, but it will grow fast."
He stepped into the shadows of the service shaft, mind already turning over the next moves. Three days until war. Plenty of time to build something the Inquisition would never see coming.
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