#iskandar khayon

[magicalduck21]

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[galranprinces]

happy gay month to pretty magicians and their deranged slaaneshi homoerotic enemies

[weizhentian]

Do you think there's a place in the Eye of Terror called Iskandariyya?

(Iskandariyya is another name for Alexandria)

(Today I learned there's an Alexandria, Iraq)

[icd-10lewis]

AI-art again. Made by Shedevrum

God bless Aaron Dembski Bowden and his “The Talon of Horus”

[legiopraesagio]

Itzara and Telemachon Lyras by Nan

I immediately remembered this art

A page from my sketchbook. “The Anamnesis”. This is based off of the earlier chapters of “The Talon of Horus”, by ABD. I really loved the interactions between Khayon and the Anamnesis, and I wanted to give my take on their designs. I’m not really used to using copics this much before, but I think it’s alright for just a sketchbook page.

[historitor-bookshelf]

Warhammer Kinktober 2024: Day 23

Xenos | Khornites | Soft & Slow Other Tags: Iskandar Khayon/Nefertari, suggestive, slight Alien biology

Khayon was distracted. He did the things he usually did with Nefertari - his hands traced her spine and bones, the wings.

But he was not there.

“Khayon,” she called out to him.

He hummed distractedly, fingers sliding down her arm. He did not enjoy the painful copulations of her kind, forcing each other down, pain, the need to have someone dominate in the most intimate acts.

He preferred gentleness. Comfort. Slow caresses from both of them. He could dominate, of course. He did it with her when he had to enforce his rule over his crew, over the demons, over her.

But never when they were like this, entangled in his sheets. She would never get how this fit together in his mind. But fine, she would play how he likes it.

She leaned over him, brushing her hands across his body, following the old scars with lips. So unskillful stitched together, his whole body roughly crafted together by the Legion Masters that made him. The black Carapace was a mere shadow under his tan skin, so dark compared to hers.

She reached his penis, that ugly, gigantic organ man of his kind were so proud of.

That said, she had little complaints of how he wielded it. Nefertari brushed her hand across his penis, her cool fingers dancing along the vein on the underside.

This did snap Khayon’s focus back to her. He sat up, elbows carrying his weight, as he watched her. His facial expressions were neutral, but the interest was clear in his eyes.

Men. Both aeldari and human.

“Nefertari,” he reached out towards her, that huge hand settling on her cheek. “Dearest.”

She hummed, nuzzling the tip of his organ. He lifted her up gently, letting her slender body rest against his own. His hands traced along her body again, gently but firm, before vanishing between her own legs.

Nefertari allowed her head to fall against his chest, thundering twin hearts beat against her ear.

Now he was with her.

[caiusmajor]

Kinktober Drabble 22 - Bondage

Ceraxia/Iskandar Khayon/Valicar. Cutting for bad bdsm ettiquette verging on dubcon (or, depending on how you read it, Khayon being a big old whiny brat).

Valicar took a pict of Khayon's face when he realized he couldn't escape from the warded adamantium bonds.

Ceraxia, plugged into Khayon's carapace ports, saved his brainwave imprint, which was even funnier than his face.

"How dare!" Khayon yelled. "I'll wreck the whole --"

"Calm down," Ceraxia said. "It's all in good fun." She pet Khayon's still-hard cock with one spider leg.

"Let me g--mmph." Valicar shoved his reinforced cock down Khayon's throat. Khayon started sucking.

"Good boy." Ceraxia saved that brainwave imprint, too, as she mounted him from behind.

[magicalduck21]

Rule 63

[shampoopheasant]

[vezimira]

meet the disaster team

[weizhentian]

Do you think about how Iskandar Khayon has a daemon made up of the dying screams of the victims of the Massacre at Béziers leashed to him, how if you can name an atrocity that happened in our timeline, there's likely a sorcerer in Warhammer 40K using the embodiment of said atrocity as a Pokemon in demented Pokemon fights?

Bizarro hell timeline where sorcerers have bragging contests about having the biggest toughest Pokemon. "Well more people died to create my Daemon!"

And thus the victims of violence become rhetorical devices.

[ladymirdan]

It is basically 400 pages of this guy called Khayon who reads his own self-insert fanfiction out loud to an inquisitor, about how he and Abaddon is really close.

The ways he describes Abby... Damn. Makes you fall in love.

Guys I got this great idea for a new Black Library book

ok so there's this space marine except hes got massive tits. i mean some serious honkers. a real set of badonkers. packin some dobonhonkeros. massive dohoonkabhankoloos. big old tonhongerekoogers

[tree1138]

meme version of Khayon and Abbadon's first meeting on the Vengeful Spirit with those weird crystals and Abbadon's depression hoard.

[kathy-rah]

Abby and the Emp doing a staring contest

[ladymirdan]

Khayon looks at a big, broad shouldered, unusually tall person with fabulous long, deep red locks and a dubious relationship with the ruinous powers.

“D... Daddy?”

“Please never call me that again, I have a far worse father complex than you...” says Abaddon with a sigh.