#winged tyranids

[wh40kartwork]

Fallen Angel In Action

by Dmitry Sokolov

[azhdarchian]

Behold! A man

[katjapetersart]

The Silverhand Brotherhood officer stands over his slain enemy, ready to continue the fight. A 'Field Notes' commission completed.

Commissions like these are open!

[daemonstalley]

My partner got me a big bug for my birthday 🥰

[xerxestexastoast]

Me, a Kirby fan, getting into something new: getting a lot of Kirby vibes from this

[praiseslaanesh]

[therealswarmlord]

Day ??? of being dead:

I literally have no idea what is happening, but I know that it is violent... but what I know is that CHICKEN WINGS ARE FUCKING GOATED! God damn! I love chicken wings! Probably more than I love dueling

[jtranageder1]

this post makes me think of a post i’ve been wanting to make which is that i’m always bugged by the fact that in Sci-Fi the creators fuckijg never give bugs actual bug wings.

they always give them like leathery ass bat wings. and sure bats are cool but. have you ever seen bug wings and the sheer interesting designs they have?? the pure amazingness you could make with actual bug wings instead!?

give them dragonfly wings! give them butterfly or moth wings with scary ass eye spots!! more bug inspiration!!

This might be too niche even for this account but as a bug enjoyer it bugs me (pun intended) that in most card games there's never enough insect support to run insect typal decks. If one more person tells me to "just play Grix as your commander" I will cry THAT SKINNY WHITE BOY IS NOT A BUG

[onion-souls]

I'm seeing a lot of the "is Warhammer 40,000 fascist" discourse everywhere in the wake of Space Marine 2. And yeaaaah, it kind of is? Or at least, that's an acceptable reading of what's happening in the text.

There's the defense that it's a satire and the setting is horrible and nobody would want to live in it, but that's also in line with fascism. Authoritarians don't think the world is super nice and gentle and that they need to beat it into shape because they're big meanies that like being mean to people. The fascist thinks that the world is cruel, a war of all against all, and that one must be strong and disciplined to survive, because the outsider and the traitor are going to attack you, take your stuff, and cause your culture to degenerate. And that is what's happening in the setting. If the Imperium wasn't scouring planets and sacrificing people by the thousands to the emperor, humanity would definitely fall to the aliens and degenerate from within by Chaos. The Tyranids aren't exactly going to sit down at the negotiating table and sign off on a trade deal. Part of the universe prolapsed into hyperspace hell because the elvish sex-cults couldn't stop making dildos out of bees and children's bones. The Orks are creature of pure, gleeful warfare and hooliganism. Even the T'au are an other type of expansionist authoritarian, just lighter and weaker. The various rebels invariably work with an evil hivemind, mutating demons, or some subversive alien force. The enemies of the fascists deserve the bullet.

And that level of necessary violence is great as the setting of a wargame where I can put my dudes up against any other group of dudes and it makes sense for them to fight to the death. There's a lot of war games where that's a huge issue, particularly historicals where you end up having to recreate actual engagements because why would my Austrians be fighting your UK forces during a War of the Seventh Coalition Napoleonics game?

But there are implications.

And when the Imperium is portrayed as detrimental in its evil, the narrative is pitting the Imperium's various bureaucracies against one of the military factions, and yeah, that's actually how most right-wing fiction and politics view government. There's a strange mixture of love of the leader and disdain for the pencil-pushers and bean-counters who won't let the good guys get the job done. The narrative that the valiant soldier is being undermined and stabbed in the back by the cushy bureaucrats is ubiquitous in even center-right literature, let alone far-right. See John Clancy and his imitators.

And also they're cool. The overt humor of the Rogue Trader to 3e era is long gone. We're not to see the likes of Obiwan Sherlock Cluseau anytime soon. The fascist theocratic space crusaders are designed and portrayed as cool, and not pathetic and lame. Most satire portrays its targets as stupid, contemptible, misguided, and wrong. But the xenos are horrible in general and still dangerous and manipulative at best. Chaos will corrupt and/or drag your soul to Hell. Even when the human soldiers die by the droves, it's something dramatic and awesome against cool monsters and daemons and its a cosmic fight with space lasers and chainsaw swords and shuriken guns and psychic mind bullets. It's awesome. The male fantasy of dying in a bayonet charge against the forces of Hell with your mates. And your bayonet is a monomolecular chainsaw powered by faith in the Emperor. So fucking sick. It's the Truffaut Effect in action, and possibly at its worse, because nobody really wants their toy soldiers to be lame and boring.

So it's definitely there. Seeing it as a setting that's just universally horrible and contemptible is certainly valid (embracing "the Grimdark"), but a pro-fascist reading is also valid and rather hard to fight.

[spore-galore]

What is a Spore megabuild? How are they made? Why make a megabuild in the first place instead of just making a regular creature/creation? Are you insane? What's wrong with you?

I got all the answers and more below! As well as progress pictures of my most recent megabuild, Ysera from World of Warcraft!

A megabuild in Spore is a creation that is made up of multiple different creations (mostly creatures). All of these individual creatures are assembled in the Adventure editor (where you can make custom missions and stuff) like a jigsaw puzzle! So, the head of Ysera is one singular creature, as are her limbs, her left wing, her right wing, ALL FOUR of her legs are also individual creatures, her tail, etc.

So...why make a megabuild instead of just doing all of the detail on one creature?

Well, back in the good old days of vanilla, unmodded spore, people wanted to show off their full potential for creature creation. People wanted to add LOTS of detail to their creatures, but there was a problem: the creature editor in vanilla spore has a complexity meter, meaning it has a cap on how many parts you can actually use before you’re literally not allowed to add anymore parts. There is a cheat that you can type into the console called “freedom” which unlocks a little bit more room on the complexity meter, but it’s not TRUE freedom of the complexity meter, as you can very much still reach the complexity meter cap even with the cheat turned on (I did so many times as a child).

Sooo, spore players were looking for ways to share their big huge epic creations that they wanted to make on the sporepedia, for everyone else to see (and download). This is where adventures come in.

As I said earlier, adventures are custom missions that you can make. You can set the scene, the characters, the story, the things you’re supposed to do to complete the mission etc. And within the adventure editor are these like…plasma gates.

These can be locked or unlocked via keys and such (if you chose to place them in the adventure, of course), and a very interesting thing about these plasma gates is that you can make them do 1 of do things: make them invisible, or disguise them as a creation that you or another player made. However, there is a caveat, and that caveat is that you can only disguise the gates as either buildings or vehicles.

At some point though, someone out there found a work around, in which you can choose to edit the building you’re going to disguise the gate as before you officially choose it, and then you can view the sporepedia as you’re currently editing the building...allowing you to view creatures in the sporepedia! And then...you can click the edit button on those creatures, switching you to the creature editor. Then you can click the “save and exit” button within the creature editor, tricking the game into disguising the gate as the creature instead of the original building you were editing! Once it was found out that you could do this, AND that adventures with the gates-disguised-as-creatures in them could actually be shared on the sporepedia for others to download and play, it then became obvious that you could probably use this trick to make what we now call megabuilds. In which each of these individual parts of the body (head, body, limbs, tail, other details etc.) could be disguised as gates, and then moved around to create a bigger, more highly detailed creature than what you could actually make in the creature editor!

Obviously, with mods, you can remove the complexity meter and just put as many parts as you like on a creature, but with this comes the risk of your game crashing with the more parts you put on your creature. This has happened to me within the past week alone (specifically with the Tyranid warrior), and it will continue to happen to me for as long as I have Spore installed on my computer because Spore is just Like That. Megabuilds, on the other hand, allow me to kinda circumnavigate the chance of my game crashing with such a detailed creature (for example, if I'm only detailing one limb as opposed to the whole body), giving me more breathing room, and allowing me to add significantly more detail instead of having to say “okay well I guess I can leave those details out, they’re not important, I don’t want my game to crash again and lose all this progress.”

TLDR; Megabuilds are highly detailed big ass statues in spore made up of different creatures that look like limbs, all stitched together. Yayy!!!! We’re an evil scientist! Now here is how I made Ysera, in case you wanted a play by play of how I make my megabuilds (if you perhaps wanted to make your own).

How I made Ysera

Now, personally, IDK how other megabuilders make their own stuff, but my process for starting a megabuild is this: I basically start with a “base” body that has all of the limbs, and then I pose them how I want them to be posed. I do not add any details. This base doesn’t even have eyes! We’re doing this purely to get the pose correct, so that we can use the base as a reference for when we’re putting all the individual pieces together in the adventure editor. We have to keep this base creature, and make sure not to save over the top of it, even after we’ve finished making all the individual body parts! Here’s what the Ysera base looks like:

Now..we have to start detailing. I had references of Ysera’s most recent model (from Dragonflight) with a variety of different angles, so I used those pictures to make her as accurately as I could. I usually like starting with the head.

(Before I get into the progress pictures, I should note that with every different “body part” i’m making, I’m essentially making a copy of the “base” creation, removing everything except the limb/body part i’m working on, and then detailing it. This means I keep the exact posing of the wings, tail, limbs etc. so that when I use the base body as a reference for putting stuff back together in the adventure editor...all the body parts should be in the right shape/pose!)

Anyways, because it's possible to resize the gates-disguised-as-creatures within the adventure editor, I actually got the “croc kisser” mouth and made it twice as large as it was on my base creature, so I could more accurately see what I was doing (and add more detail). Then....well this is the hard part isn’t it? Idk how to explain how to make stuff in Spore. That's like trying to explain how I draw things lmao. But what I usually start with is “sculpting” the face, by placing knurldowns upside down on the head, and then positioning them and resizing them until I get a face shape that looks nice! You can also skip the mouth altogether and do the sculpting on an elongated limb (which is what I did for The Windsinger and the Tyranid warrior) which honestly I prefer because sometimes sculpting on top of an already existing mouth/head can be really annoying!

After 3 hours of non-stop work, here is what the finished head looked like!

Sorry that I basically did a "draw the rest of the fucking owl" to you all, buuuut I didn't want to make this post any longer than it already was sooo..yeah lmfao.

Initially I had made her floating headpiece on the same creation, but when it was rendering in the adventure it looked. well. strange. so I elected to make her headpiece separately, and to make it in the spaceship editor instead of as a creature, and honestly...I'm glad I did so, because it looks super cool and I get to actually have it properly floating above her head, and I can also position it how I want.

After that, it was time for me to move on to the limbs! Honestly, if you’re like me and all 4 limbs have slightly different different poses (which is done by pressing “a” on the keyboard and clicking on a part and/or limb to allow it to be moved without the limb on the other side moving), it’s best that you actually detail the limbs BEFORE you make them asymmetrical and pose them, so that you have the luxury of symmetry/mirrored building so you only have to detail one leg. Then you make the legs asymmetrical, pose both legs and either save them as a duo, or save them individually (I chose to save them individually so that I could have more control on the limb posing in the adventure editor, but that’s just me being extra lmao).

For the wings, I chose to individually detail 1 limb after the other, since I knew I would need differently shaped and sized webbings for both wings, and it wouldn’t make sense to detail both of the wings and THEN pose them, since I knew that would mess up all the parts I’d already put on the wings. Thankfully there was only two of them so it wasn't a big deal! The “organic helper” mod which gives you a lot of individual webbings for wings is...well, quite helpful! And it also means significantly less parts used for the wings, meaning I got an opportunity to add more detail, if I wished.

Okayy and then it was time to do the body. Not much to say tbh! This was probably the easiest part of the megabuild to do since I (for the most part) wasn't dealing with any asymmetry and I didn't need to put a huge amount of detail onto the body.

Finally, the last thing I made was the tail!!! This was not as hard as I thought it would be, it was just tedious and time consuming. At this point I was getting kinda of this megabuild xD I just wanted it to be over already. It took about an hour to make the tail (mostly fiddled around trying to make ysera’s tail pinecone look like....well, a pinecone. I do not think I succeeded in making it look like a pinecone. I tried my best).

Then....it was onto putting the pieces together! This is where I opened up the adventure editor, and used the gates-disguised-as-creatures trick to get all of the different body parts assembled! This is also where the base I made came in clutch!

Sooo, the first thing I put down was the base body, and then I started layering the completed Ysera body pieces over the top of it.

Then I just had to do that a bunch of times with all of the pieces, delete the base body, tweak some of the limbs’ positionings and bam!! The megabuild was complete!!!

I hope this was an informative post about Spore megabuilds! If not, then I guess I can just eat dirt from the ground or something. I hope this helps others understand how megabuilds are made and inspires people to make their own.

[wh40kartwork]

[lovingthewildlife]

Finding moments of peace were a blessing to anyone who grew up under the threat of tyranid invasion. Security wasn't really something Sanguinius' paramour was used to. She had a tendency to act like xenos could arrive at any time. The boudoir that he had given her had started plush because he had thought she would appreciate the softness and security he could offer. But as time stretched, he found changes in the room. Weapons that were strong but small enough for her hands. A well stocked first aid kit in the en suite bath as well as in the bedside cabinet.

She never slept with the curtains closed, but the windows were always locked. She slept light and never slept in even if she seemed to need it. The furniture was sometimes rearranged from one week to the next, like she couldn't decide what way was best to act as a barricade in a pinch.

Walking into the room unannounced one night, he'd witnessed the faintest hint of wildness in her. She had been curled on the sheets, eyes wide and hand reaching for a mini pistol before she could curb herself. He flared his wings out wide and smiled when he saw her hand retract from its position. Stepping over to the bed, he waited for her to relax before easing out of his clothes so he could slide in alongside her.

He watched the furrow in her brow when he blocked the exits with his larger frame. He was secure in the knowledge that his home was safe from threat, but his small paramour needed extra to feel safe. Cupping her cheek, he rubbed his thumb across her lower lip before stretching a wing up and over to cover her naked form.

"Why are you still awake?" He asked, his feathers lightly brushing across her skin.

She paused and reached a hand to touch his shoulder, following the line of muscle down his arm. "I was waiting for you."

He traced along her spine with feathers then fingers, the first bringing a shiver while the second made her arch towards him. He couldn't stop looking at her eyes and how the brightened with his caress. His movements were slow, his hand swaying across the swell of her hip and coming up so he could brush his fingertips across her nipple.

Soft whispers of breath came from her and he smiled when her hand matched his own. Touching his chest and marveling at the thick muscle.

Despite the title of paramour, this was as far as they had ever gotten. He could feel his blood pumping faster when her small body curled close to his. Her thigh pressing against his length and briefly rubbing against it. She rested her head on his chest and he breathed out slow and easy as she listened to the beat of his hearts.

"I love you." She murmured against his chest, her lashes fluttering shut as she let herself relax in his arms.

He wanted to say it back without reservation. But between his worry that she saw him only as the angel or as a shield against the dark, his anxiety could match her own. Still, he wouldn't leave the words unsaid and cause her any more stress.

"And I love you, my own." He murmured quietly, his smile feeling more real when she squeezed him.

[thevoidscreams]

My request is going to be any space marine of your choice going into heat :3

You said heat, and that makes me think female. So ya'll are getting a Dawn Seeker. Also a tad bit of comedy. I'm very proud of that final line. (Please take my girl, she needs the love)

Also Havloch isn't my oc he belongs to my friend, Tagora is mine though

Day 9 Year 2

Warning: Heat, Size difference, larger female, smaller male, mentions of skulls as trophies, hormones as an aphrodisiac, face sitting, face fucking, cumming inside

Word count: 3789

Havloch stopped to take in the absolute insanity of the ship around him. He'd never been on an astartes vessel like this before. He'd seen his fair share of imperial ships, but the Starfire was.. something else.

The air felt cleaner, the lights were colorful and the crew and astartes were friendly and welcoming to an odd degree.

Of course the Cadian was glad to have the help of the legion after most of his regiment and their ship had been ripped apart by the tyranids, he wouldn't complain about keeping his life. The veteran just wasn't sure how to cope with feeling so.. safe all at once. His stomach was full of good food, he wasn't thirsty and he had a singular room all to himself. He had been sleeping on bunks with his fellow guardsmen for so long he had forgotten what a real bed felt like. It was Jarring. So he found himself awake, following the signage to the medical bay. Hoping for something to help him sleep.

The halls were mostly empty outside of the nightly cleaning crew. That left him feeling so very alone. He hadn't seen anyone for a minute to ask directions and figured he'd gone in a circle at least twice now. He stopped outside a set of large metal doors which he knew from being told was a system of lifts to help someone get to other places in the ship. With a shrug he figured he should try it out.

The lift system in the ship had zones and numbers. The medical wing had six zones. He figured wherever it spit him out would be closer than where he was before. Hitting a number, the doors slid shut and the box began to move. Sideways. He braced against the wall, eyes wide as he attempted to regain his balance. Once it slowed he sighed in relief, only to then be sent hurtling up.

The Cadian walked, looking around, there were rooms here, private ones. Maybe some of his comrades were getting treated up here. He might stop in if they aren't asleep.

The lift stopped with a cheerful little chime as he scrambled off and was left in a dimly lit hall.

The overhead lights were clearly set to night mode. But he could see well enough. Havloch stopped again to take in the oddness of it all. Star and moon decals glowed from the walls and ceiling, which weren't the sterile metal he expected. They were, from what he could discern in the low light, painted a bright yellow and made from wood or a similar material and had inscriptions on signs that he wasn't quite able to read. What language was that?

He came to the end of the hall, there was a receiving desk, but no one was behind it. He stepped up and looked around, there was a call button. Well he shrugged, even if he wasn't in the right spot he could get directions for sure. He pressed the button.

Tagora tugged at the collar of her scrubs again, feeling itchy and uncomfortable in the clothes. She checked over her sister, bringing her water, as she recovered. "You should be the final birth of the night." Tagora hummed quietly. Dixey smiled and took her gene sister's hand. "You can go, I'll be okay." In her other arm she cradled a tiny astartes, he was new, only an hour old and he was fast asleep in his mother's embrace.

Dixey nodded but sighed. "You know we picked up some guardsmen. I'm sure they could use something to help take their minds off the conflict they just suffered and you would help get your heat satiated at the same time. Win win."

"I still have some towels to fold." Tagora hummed. Even if she really did want to go back to her room and finger herself for the next three or four days, she couldn't. There was work to do. And her hands wouldn't suffice anyways. Dixey only snorted. "Oh no, the towels." She pressed a feather light kiss to her newborn's head. "I can smell you, ya know? Oleander won't hold it against you if you go back to your apartment a bit early to take care of yourself."

"If I'm there I'll just be alone and miserable. I don't have a handsome Lamenter to help me through my heats like you do."

Tagora swallowed the need to sigh disbelieving, and leaned down to her sister. She kissed her sister's brow and pulled her blanket up over her a bit more. "Maybe."

Tagora sighed. Her body was on fire and she wasn't even into the worst of it yet. At least it was only every third ovulation cycle that had her drooling down her neck every time she so much as thought about breeding.

"And hey," her sister's voice brought her out of her thoughts, "maybe you'll be the one laying here next. With a tiny little human of your own."

She'd have to go back to her room soon anyways, her panties were soaking through at the thought of having a partner to help her through the mind numbing amount of horny she was currently struggling with. She blamed that on her father of all people. The nightlord who'd joined them to get away from his legion just to pursue her mother. He practically couldn't keep his hands off her. Which was how she had happened, well, her and her siblings.

A small beep came from her hip and she looked down to see that someone was paging the desk. "Well, I gotta go. Congratulations again, Dixey."

The Cadian nearly jumped out of his skin as he wheeled around to face whoever had come into the room. Before him was an astartes woman, she'd come in so quietly he'd not noticed her. He swallowed and shook his head. "No, sorry, I don't know if I'm in the right place. I was having a hard time sleeping and had come up looking for something to help with that." He felt flush looking at her. She had such long dark hair, and her eyes were equally dark pools that he thought surely they must be black. But she was a breathtaking sight, and not just because she was an astartes.

Havloch stood there in the dim as he waited, hands on his hips. There had to be someone here.

"Are you here for someone specific?"

"You're looking for general medicine then. You're in the wrong place."

Tagora looked him over. He was one of the one's they'd picked up just the day before. Had to be. He was still in his under armor. She could smell him, his newness, but also the nervousness he was feeling.

"I uh, don't know which button that is." He admitted and she nodded. "I can show you."

"Oh, I-I'd hate to take you from your.. work." He stammered.

"My shift is ending anyhow." She motioned for him to follow and he obeyed without question.

"So what's your name?" He asked, walking with her back towards the lifts. "Tagora. And yours?" "Havloch."

"It's nice to meet you." She hummed, she was trying not to focus too much on what Dixey had said. If she did she might jump the poor man.

Havloch laughed, it was a good sound, and Tagora liked it. "Well to be quite honest, a woman. Nothing better to help you sleep than a good roll in the hay. As it were." The lift shifted, moving to the left, Havloch nearly toppled into her side but she caught him and held him steady. The Cadian couldn't pinpoint why exactly but she smelled good. It wasn't any perfume or soap that he could discern. But he wanted to bury his face in her and just breathe. Which wasn't hard given she had him pressed into her side to keep him from falling.

In the lift she stopped and waited for him. "So you require a sleep aid?"

"Yeah, well, I usually don't sleep well my first night in a new place, not unless I've got an aid. Or a beautiful woman to help me." His words went straight to her crotch and she had to fight the urge to grab him. "Which would you prefer?" She asked, her voice surprisingly even despite how riled up she was getting. Stupid hormones, she sighed.

"Would you like to explore that as an alternative to the sleep aid?" She asked firmly. Havloch felt his cock stir at the thought. Looking up at Tagora she was well over a foot taller than him. And he wasn't a sprout himself, he was taller than all his fellows in his unit. Havloch placed his hand on her hip, hoping he wasn't reading this towering woman wrong.

"If you're offering, how can I say no?"

Tagora jammed her thumb into the panel of the lift, canceling the ride order and looked down at him. "My room or yours?" Havloch swallowed hard and replied. "Yours."

Havloch himself the whole short walk sending up a grateful prayer as well as a prayer that he'd survive the ride ahead. Not that he's ever been the most religious man, but he figured it couldn't hurt. Since he was about to stick his cock in one of the emperor's angels. Was this even allowed? Fuck it, who cared? He needed to climb this woman. And besides, she was offering.

Tagora had spent the rest of the lift ride feeling up and down the Cadian's body, fighting the urge to rip his clothes off as the effort to keep her mind from the gutter all but failed her. As soon as the doors slid open to her housing block she held onto the man's shoulders and ushered him out. Her room wasn't far but each moment not satisfying her needs felt like an eternity.

Punching in the key to the door of her suite it opened at her touch and she all but hauled him inside.

Havloch took in the space, which was much larger than his room, it was a whole open concept apartment by the looks of it. But every surface was draped in dark colors. Tapestries hung from the wall showing dark mountains or deep forests.

The living room was mostly thrown rugs and a black couch facing a modest entertainment system. On the far wall overlooking the living room were trophy racks, covered in the cleaned and carefully preserved skulls of xenos that the woman had slayed herself. Their empty soulless sockets stared back at the couples as she steered him towards a room leading off from the living room and modest kitchenette. Havloch swallowed as he was dragged along.

Tagora led him into a bedroom, the space was dressed in dark blues and purples, and the black bedspread looked soft and smooth. Flicking on a lamp he discovered the lampshade was the black and gold helm of an astartes, certainly not Dawn Seeker, the light poured out from the eye lenses and a set of three long gashes in the face plate. Whoever had been wearing it probably didn't need it anymore.

His hind brain was hollering something about this being a strange place of danger, but Havloch didn't feel like he was in danger. And while the skulls and other trophies were macabre, who could blame a woman for having hobbies? Besides the fanged maw of, whatever the fuck it was, really brought the room's decor together. Still the dark pools of her eyes and the equally dark esthetic had him wondering.

Tagora sat him on the bed and he quickly discovered that the sheets were silk. "Oh, these are nice-" He watched as she tugged off her scrub top and undershirt all in one swift motion. And suddenly the room felt like the safest place in the whole universe as he came face to chest with the astartes.

Her pants followed soon after and the sweet scent from before became all the sweeter as she stood before him naked as she pleased and staring at him like he was a late night snack. She swallowed hard and spoke. "You like those clothes?"

"They're the only set I've got." He confirmed. She nodded, reaching out to pluck softly at his zipper. "Then take them off. Or else I will. And you'll have nothing left to wear."

Havloch's cock jumped at the thought of her tearing through his clothes as his hind brain screamed danger, his fore-brain shushed it as it assured the tiny screaming voice that the cock had the situation well in hand.

His fingers quickly found his belt and tugged it off, then went his vest and shirt as he rushed to get naked before he had to walk out of there with but rags.

Tagora watched each movement with a high level of interest. He smelled nice. There was a pleasant masculine warmth to his natural scent and she closed the distance with him as soon as the final sock left his foot. Grabbing him she dragged him up the bed. Looming over him with amorous intent. "How would you like to have me?"

Havloch's mouth moved before his brain did as he confidently stated. "All night long." Tagora chuckled. "Good answer." She pressed her mouth to his and he moaned under the warmth of her body. She was solid and firm in places, clearly a warrior, but in others she was soft and yielding to his hands. He'd been with a woman who had a similar build, but he'd never been with a woman like her. Her mouth had that same sweetness and his brain felt foggy with the kiss. His cock had been hard before but after the kiss it was painfully so.

He wanted to do everything to this woman, kiss her, lick her, fuck her till he physically had nothing left to give. His tongue wrestled with hers but there was no winning. Instead he satisfied himself with a handful of her breasts. Tagora moaned and pushed into his hand more.

Havloch broke the kiss first as he imagined all the things he could do, but one thing broke to the top of the list. "I want you to sit on my face." He told her. Tagora looked at him with concern, but he cut her off before she could say anything. "I know the risks, but I want to do this. I want to taste you." Tagora sighed and nodded.

"If you need me to get off just pat my thigh." She grabbed him by thigh and tugged him back down the bed to ensure they would have enough space to do this. The cadian's cock twitched again at the casual show of strength as she mounted him, her pussy right over his mouth as she lowered herself. She didn't plan to sit on him fully, that would've broken his neck probably. But she did give him enough weight to push him further into the bed.

Havloch met her cunt with an eager tongue and Tagora jumped slightly at the warmth. It was so good, as he hugged her thighs to keep her close to him and set about feasting. Her cunt was hot and the sweetness of her juices was heady and had him slurping, his tongue running long streaks over her outer lips until he drove it unto her, seeking more of that goodness. He had never tasted anything like it. Tagora whined and whimpered as he took her clit into his mouth and sucked drawing forth more of that nectar. He found a good rhythm, licking and plunging his tongue into her until he'd drunk down most of her juices before he went back to her clit, licking and sucking until he felt the wetness on his chin and returned to her entrance once more. He had no idea how long he'd been doing it but Tagora was a whining mess above him. Her thighs closed around his head and she had to fight not to crush him as he pulled her over the edge with the drag of his tongue. He pressed her face into her pillows and cried out his name.

Havloch almost didn't let her go, but he didn't have the strength to hold her down against his mouth. "You taste like an angel. That's for sure." He chuckled almost drunkenly as he took hold of his cock and began to stroke it. Needing to find some relief.

She pulled his hand away and he grumbled. "Please love, I need-" He choked on his own words as her mouth sealed around his cock, sucking all of him down as she bobbed her head once, then twice. Tagora loved the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth. But more than that she loved when her partner grabbed her by the hair because it felt so good. Havloch had his fingers curled tightly in her blankets but that wasn't what she wanted. Even if seeing him as wound up as her made her feel a deep sense of pride. Reaching for his hand she tugged it from the sheets and pressed it to the top of her head. Havloch got the message and wound his fingers in her hair, taking over the pace, maybe it was high of whatever her juices had done to him, or maybe it was the fact that an astartes was handing him control over her body, whatever it was it made him feel bold. He held her long silken black strands tighter, balling his hand into a fist. As she sucked him back in he thrust up into her mouth. Then again as he anchored himself to the bed to keep himself grounded. Tagora lavished the underside of his cock with her tongue and Havloch moaned. "Oh that's a good girl." He praised as his hips raised again. As he set an active pace fucking her mouth and throat. Tagora's fingers sought out her cunt, her eyes closing as she tasted him and plunged three fingers into herself. Her heat was fully settling in as he made liberal use of her mouth. It wasn't long before she was teetering close to the edge again.

Havloch felt the fire in his guts that meant he was about to cum and depsite his body screaming at him to fuck himself to completion using her mouth he wasn't about to pour his first proper load in over a month down her throat.

He tugged his cock free with a groan and a sound of complaint from Tagora.

"On your back love." She rolled over, wiggling up the bed further to get comfortable. Havloch had to tear his eyes away from her form as she jiggled so temptingly, for fear that the sight of her would be enough to make him blow.

Tagora welcomed him into her arms as he slotted himself between her thighs. He kissed her again as he slid into her heat, his body aching with the need to fill this woman.

He took her thighs in each hand and raised them around his waist, Tagora wrapped them around him holding him close. He let go of the kiss as he began to thrust.

He stared down at her, her hair was a mess and her lips were a pretty pink from the kissing and from sucking his cock and her pale cheeks were dusted with a vibrant blush. "Throne, you're beautiful." He sighed and grabbed her chest, kissing each nipple and sucking on them gently. His thoughts turned to filling her, making her pregnant then doing all this again but being greeted with a mouthful of her milk.

He was startled by the thought, he couldn't impregnate an angel.. could he? Well, he could always try. Either way he knew he was going to fill her with his cum.

He set all his mental energy into a rough pace, fucking her hard and deep. The biggest hurdle was not cumming before she did. He wasn't gonna give before he'd made sure she was done.

Tagora met each of his thrusts as best as she could. Needing the friction and the mind numbing pleasure that would come from her next orgasm.

"Please, I need more." She gasped, Havloch smiled, he could provide her that.

He drew out and slammed back in, putting his full weight behind it. Tagora's cry rang off the walls and he did it again. "Fuck yes, just like that." She pleaded. Havloch took her thighs in hand again and pushed them up, folding her legs till she was in a proper mating press. Her body folded as if it was meant to do so. He had to adjust onto his knees but as he pulled out and thrust back in he was one again treated to her cries of pleasure.

Tagora hadn't had many lovers, only when the rare opportunity presented itself. But never had she had someone fuck her just the way she wanted. He wasn't treating her like some wilting flower, he was fucking her like she was an astartes, putting all his strength into fucking her proper. Her brain had long since fogged over. She could feel the tip of his cock pushing at her cervix, it made her even more eager to be bred. The thought that he might just blow his load straight into her womb. "Fuck, I need you to breed me. Please I need you to cum inside me, please Havloch." She begged.

Havloch had just barely been holding it together, but hearing her beg him like that. It sent him over the edge far sooner than he'd been planning. Tagora grabbed him, holding him tight against her body as he unloaded inside her. Her body trembled as she came undone at the feeling.

He panted as he finished cumming, his body feeling ten pounds lighter. He rolled off her and sighed heavily. "How was that?" He felt her shift and looked over to see her on her hands and knees, glancing back at him with pleading eyes. "May I have another?"

Havloch swallowed hard. Normally he'd need a good hour before he was ready again after cumming like that. But seeing her dark pleading eyes and a pearly bead of cum wetting her lower lips his cock found the strength to rise once more. He had said all night hadn't he. Havloch got to his knees and looked between his legs at his overly eager cock. Stood at attention like a soldier on inspection day. He grabbed her hips and got back to business.

It was true what they said then, he smiled to himself, Cadia stands.

[nereidof40k]

The Kidnapping: Pity the fool who kidnaps Jago’s wife.

Warnings: Typical Night Lord stuff. Blood and killing in horrific ways.

Alyena opens her eyes a little, just enough to see her surroundings, without looking like she is conscious. The long, thick eyelashes help with that.

The room looks like an amateur’s image of a cell. She’d snort if she wasn’t trying to pretend to be unconscious.

Frankly she’s feeling insulted. These shackles are no match for her. Probably meant for some entirely human bit of fluff.

There’s footsteps outside, and she continues to lay there limply.

Before long there’s someone kneeling beside her. From the scent, this is no Night Lord.

So quick an Astartes would have trouble seeing her move, she drops the shackles and snaps the man’s neck. He doesn’t even get to look surprised before he slumps to the floor, his head twisted half off.

It is a moment’s work to locate the keys on his belt.

Going invisible as easy as breathing, she allows herself a quick grin, remembering what Sevatar and his friends had taught her.

Meanwhile, in an opulent office in the same building two men with the air of bored nobles playing at being dangerous (At least compared to Night Lords) discuss where to send the ransom demand.

At the description of the sigil on Alyena’s necklace the one behind the desk lets his cigar fall out of his mouth in pure unadulterated horror. His voice becoming a squeak more suited to a mouse about to be stepped on by a Tyranid.

“You kidnapped motherfucking Sevatar’s wife?” He shrieks. “If you wanted to die so badly, you could just have asked me to shoot you in the head. Less painful for everyone else around you.”

The guards are standing around, starting to get bored with nothing happening. Then the lights go off and everything is pitch dark.

One yelps as he sees a big mouth full of sharp teeth, somehow gleaming in the total darkness. Seconds later his throat explodes in immense pain. He can’t breathe.

The lights come back on just long enough to reveal a dead guard with his throat torn out and his weapons missing.

Then the screaming begins.

One guard asks another to borrow a smoke. When he turns around to give it, his friend’s entire chest is flayed open, the heart missing. He falls over in front of his horrified friend.

Going to relieve his friend, another finds his friend lying on the floor, his rib cage torn open and the ribs twisted through his back to make an obscene pair of wings.

The whole time the lights are flickering like in a Nostraman horror movie.

A serf shivers, looking up at the guard looming over her with obvious ill intent. The lights flicker. She can feel something warm and wet splash on her face.

Lights come on, and the man is toppling to the floor, eyes unseeing, the offending organ he would hurt her with cut off and shoved into his mouth. Throat slit.

When she almost faints, a pair of strong arms catch her, and a surprisingly gentle voice is in her ear. “My apologies for the mess.” Then a towel hovers in front of her. She can’t see the hand holding it. Only the imprint of fingers. Shakily she wipes her face. “You might want to lock yourself in with your friends.”

Then the stranger is gone and she runs to the serf’s quarters. Sounds like a very good idea.

The two men, hearing the screams, bang the mysteriously locked door, screaming for help. No answer but the gurgling of dying guards.

One man starts shooting randomly around him in terror, thinking he saw a moving shadow in the darkness.

Freezing as a voice like tombstones growls in his ear. “Rude.” His rifle falls from limp hands.

“Idiot. You could have hurt someone.” The voice continues as everything explodes in pain.

Sevatar eyes the building with such seething rage that his helm should be steaming. First Claw seem no less furious as they prepare to storm the place and get Lady Sevatarion back. If these vermin have hurt the First Captain’s wife… The Atramentar and First Claw will avenge this insult.

About to give the order, Sevatar hears a very familiar voice behind him. “Just in time, my love.”

He whirls around as Alyena shimmers into view, holding an unfamiliar sword. Spattered in blood, but grinning. Speechless in sheer relief and joy he sweeps her up as Talos hurries over. Checking his precious wife for injuries. Very thoroughly

“It’s not my blood.” She explains as his gauntleted hand cups her cheek.

“I’m actually insulted, being kidnapped by such amateurs.” Leaning into his touch, she snorts.

“Killed most of them. The instigators are locked in the upstairs office. I thought you’d like to question them personally.”

He’s never been so proud. Or turned on. He thinks his codpiece might achieve orbit at this rate.

Talos nods in satisfaction as his scans return normal results for Alyena. She seems unhurt. While she heals fast, Sevatar can’t smell anything amiss either. Even with his nose buried in her throat.

There’s a roar of pride from First Claw at how well she has taken to the training.

“I left the serfs alone. They’ve locked themselves in their quarters.” Alyena finishes her report.

To several interested murmurs. Who knows what treasures they can find?

Sevatar doesn’t let go as they start sweeping the building. In his arms is where his wife belongs.

The pride only swells as he sees the carnage she caused. The building is darkened, perfect for them. Dead bodies in states that would make Curze whistle. She’s come such a long way. She would make a wonderful mother to his children. At this time he’s actually considering it.

Far away, Corvus gets the feeling his daughter would make a great help in harassing Lorgar. Where did that thought come from? Does he have a daughter? He will have to find out.

[fearlicitysstuff]

Hive Fleet Hydra. Thought I'd get a shot of how my current Tyranid army is going. Sorry for the poor lighting is was a very wide shot.

Swarmlord, Trygon, Psychophage, Exocrine, Winged Prime, 5 Gargoyles and 10 Termagants.

[katjapetersart]

Do you love the color of the Tyranid?

WIP Winged Tyranid Prime "Stag" featuring the Full Model Gradient from yellow through orange to red to purple to blues to white.

She's now basecoated and ready for shading and highlighting.