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A Corsair fleet had come to Rheivarath for resupply. The Corsairs had boasted of how they had beaten The Great Devourer to some priceless relics left on an abandoned Maiden World, and it showed, bio-plasma scars riddled their ships.

Aeril had been sent to talk to their leader, an enigmatic Corsair Princess named Vaeryn, and when she approached the Princess, who was in the middle of telling a bawdy story to some of her captains, Aeril had to blink a few times.

She looked remarkably like her Paramour.

She was thinner, perhaps taller, and her hair was shorter but, for a moment she had almost thought it was Skourna...

A Vengeous relative, perhaps? Aeril wondered, noting how similar Skourna’s relatives tended to look to her. In any case, now wouldn’t be the time to find out. Perhaps she could ask Skourna later.

“Princess Vaeryn?” Aeril asked as she strode up to the captains’ table, giving the group a respectful Anhrathe salute she’d recently learned. “My name is Aeril, First Dracite of the Shattered Fang and Captain of the Corsair vessel Javelin. It’s my pleasure to welcome you to Rheivarath.”

Skourna's potential relative was definitely the Princess she had been sent to meet with. As the Corsair Princess leaped up onto the table, and then strode across it before stepping down before Aeril. She was tall, even tall for an Aeldari.

She grinned and returned the salute.

'I am Princess Vaeryn of Craftworld Mythariel, and a member of the House of Vengeous.' She bowed, the various gemstones and baroque weapons hanging from her belt clinking audibly. 'Thank you for your kind words. Now I assume we are to discuss business?' She asked.

'My ships need repairs and resupply, and we are happy to provide our services to the cause in payment. Mythariel and her Corsair Daughters stand with the Ynnari, and have done for some time.' She smiled. 'Turns out it pays to have friends.'

“Rheivarath is always happy to assist our Ynnari Sisters of Mythariel,” Aeril said, returning the smile with a slight bow. “Our docks are not as robust or well-supplied as that of a Craftworld, but we will share what we can.”

She handed the much-taller princess a dataslate. “This is a supply manifest and resupply form. If you or one of your crew wouldn’t mind filling this out and giving it to the dockmaster of your assigned berth, we can start your repairs and restocks as soon as we can. Sorry for the bureaucracy, but it’s a necessary evil.”

Aeril briefly considered not discussing the Vengeous connection and keeping things purely professional, but decided it might not be a bad idea to try breaking the ice. “I’d thought you might be of House Vengeous,” she began, her tone a twinge awkward. “I’ve spent much time with the Black Hunt Vengeous branch, and you look quite a bit like your kin there.”

'Well, you mught be surprised at how well supplied Mythariel's docks can be.' Vaeryn snorted. 'Our once grand Craftworld has suffered greatly these past few millenia.'

Vaeryn eyed the dataslate briefly. Then whistled and tossed it to one of her lieutenants who caught it gracefully. 'I'll make sure we get the paperwork done swiftly. As you say it's an evil, but a necessary one.'

Vaeryn paused at that comment, she glanced at Aeril for a few moments before responding.

'You would be correct. I am of that great and widespread clan.' She said quietly. 'Ah, no wonder you noticed. You've been in the heart of the fat spiders web.' The way she said it implied Vaeryn meant it metaphorically. 'The House Matriarch likes to pull strings far from the Dark City. Even my parents would play her lip service if the family was ordered to gather. And I wonder... would I do the same?'

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Aeril said with a brief yet knowingly glance of empathy. “Supplies are so often short in violent times.”

“Indeed,” Aeril gave a curt nod.

She briefly wondered if Vaeryn calling Skourna a fat spider was meant as an insult, even if it was a metaphor. She very much wanted clarification so she could defend her beloved if need be… but it would be foolish to get into a spat with allies. Besides, she figured Skourna would rather enjoy the metaphor anyhow.

“Well… no matter how far her webs may weave, Lady Vengeous has proven a valued ally for the Rheivarathi Ynnari, even if she does not follow the Death God herself.” Aeril drew her sword, but in a slow, measured gesture that more than removed any implication of a threat. She held the dark, curved blade laterally on her hands.

“This is Dark Harmony,” Aeril stated with a hint of reverence, arms outstretching slightly to best show off the blade. “An old relic of the Dark Hunt Vengeous branch gifted to me by its Matriarch. It was wielded by a Vengeous Archon in ages past, most famously in when its owner single-handedly battled fifty assassins who were hunting her newborn heir. All fell, and the baby was not even awoken from its slumber.” She paused a moment to gaze upon the sword. “I’m honored beyond words to be its latest bearer.”

'And times have been violent for us since before the Mon'keigh fought their Great Crusade.' Vaeryn rolled her eyes. 'And I hate that I have to judge time by their calendar, it's the most accurate galactic wide one.' She grunted in annoyance.

'She, she what?' Vaeryn blinked in surprise. 'Since when has the leader of House Vengeous done anything other than spawn needless amounts of heirs and pretend the old Empire never fell? You're saying she helps the cause, even indirectly?'

'Ah, the blade of Miniris Vallaour Vengeous.' Vaeryn said as she eyed the weapon. 'I carry its... not sister, Niece.' She drew a blade in response, holding it out for Aeril to see in a similar fashion. 'Veilsong, the blade of her secondborn daughter, who turned Corsair, and settled on Craftworld Mythariel back when we were still a proud people.' She explained, then replaced the blade in its sheath.

'I'm impressed.'

“As do I,” Aeril said with a slow nod of mournful agreement. “Such a shame to be beholden to the timekeeping of such a species. Not even fifty thousand years of dominion, and managed to drive the galaxy into the ground. Even if our kind never rises to our former greatness, Humans may very well be a sad footnote in the histories of local stellar empires.”

“You may wish to acquaint yourself with the newest Vengeous Matriarch,” Aeril smiled knowingly, her heart fluttering at the thought of her Skourna. “She may play the role of hedonistic overlord, but she has helped the Ynnari of Rheivarath immensely in the past few years. Even if she keeps our alliance under close wraps within Commorragh.”

“What a lovely coincidence!” She briefly raised Dark Harmony to mirror Vaeryn’s own blade, comparing the outline of the two weapons, before re-sheathing it. “I’m honored to have impressed you, and you’ve made quite an impression as well, Princess. I’ve been something of a bridge between Rheivarath and the Black Hunt in the past, and I would love to help facilitate cooperation between the two of our factions as well.”

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A Corsair fleet had come to Rheivarath for resupply. The Corsairs had boasted of how they had beaten The Great Devourer to some priceless relics left on an abandoned Maiden World, and it showed, bio-plasma scars riddled their ships.

Aeril had been sent to talk to their leader, an enigmatic Corsair Princess named Vaeryn, and when she approached the Princess, who was in the middle of telling a bawdy story to some of her captains, Aeril had to blink a few times.

She looked remarkably like her Paramour.

She was thinner, perhaps taller, and her hair was shorter but, for a moment she had almost thought it was Skourna...

A Vengeous relative, perhaps? Aeril wondered, noting how similar Skourna’s relatives tended to look to her. In any case, now wouldn’t be the time to find out. Perhaps she could ask Skourna later.

“Princess Vaeryn?” Aeril asked as she strode up to the captains’ table, giving the group a respectful Anhrathe salute she’d recently learned. “My name is Aeril, First Dracite of the Shattered Fang and Captain of the Corsair vessel Javelin. It’s my pleasure to welcome you to Rheivarath.”

Skourna's potential relative was definitely the Princess she had been sent to meet with. As the Corsair Princess leaped up onto the table, and then strode across it before stepping down before Aeril. She was tall, even tall for an Aeldari.

She grinned and returned the salute.

'I am Princess Vaeryn of Craftworld Mythariel, and a member of the House of Vengeous.' She bowed, the various gemstones and baroque weapons hanging from her belt clinking audibly. 'Thank you for your kind words. Now I assume we are to discuss business?' She asked.

'My ships need repairs and resupply, and we are happy to provide our services to the cause in payment. Mythariel and her Corsair Daughters stand with the Ynnari, and have done for some time.' She smiled. 'Turns out it pays to have friends.'

“Rheivarath is always happy to assist our Ynnari Sisters of Mythariel,” Aeril said, returning the smile with a slight bow. “Our docks are not as robust or well-supplied as that of a Craftworld, but we will share what we can.”

She handed the much-taller princess a dataslate. “This is a supply manifest and resupply form. If you or one of your crew wouldn’t mind filling this out and giving it to the dockmaster of your assigned berth, we can start your repairs and restocks as soon as we can. Sorry for the bureaucracy, but it’s a necessary evil.”

Aeril briefly considered not discussing the Vengeous connection and keeping things purely professional, but decided it might not be a bad idea to try breaking the ice. “I’d thought you might be of House Vengeous,” she began, her tone a twinge awkward. “I’ve spent much time with the Black Hunt Vengeous branch, and you look quite a bit like your kin there.”

'Well, you mught be surprised at how well supplied Mythariel's docks can be.' Vaeryn snorted. 'Our once grand Craftworld has suffered greatly these past few millenia.'

Vaeryn eyed the dataslate briefly. Then whistled and tossed it to one of her lieutenants who caught it gracefully. 'I'll make sure we get the paperwork done swiftly. As you say it's an evil, but a necessary one.'

Vaeryn paused at that comment, she glanced at Aeril for a few moments before responding.

'You would be correct. I am of that great and widespread clan.' She said quietly. 'Ah, no wonder you noticed. You've been in the heart of the fat spiders web.' The way she said it implied Vaeryn meant it metaphorically. 'The House Matriarch likes to pull strings far from the Dark City. Even my parents would play her lip service if the family was ordered to gather. And I wonder... would I do the same?'

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Aeril said with a brief yet knowingly glance of empathy. “Supplies are so often short in violent times.”

“Indeed,” Aeril gave a curt nod.

She briefly wondered if Vaeryn calling Skourna a fat spider was meant as an insult, even if it was a metaphor. She very much wanted clarification so she could defend her beloved if need be… but it would be foolish to get into a spat with allies. Besides, she figured Skourna would rather enjoy the metaphor anyhow.

“Well… no matter how far her webs may weave, Lady Vengeous has proven a valued ally for the Rheivarathi Ynnari, even if she does not follow the Death God herself.” Aeril drew her sword, but in a slow, measured gesture that more than removed any implication of a threat. She held the dark, curved blade laterally on her hands.

“This is Dark Harmony,” Aeril stated with a hint of reverence, arms outstretching slightly to best show off the blade. “An old relic of the Dark Hunt Vengeous branch gifted to me by its Matriarch. It was wielded by a Vengeous Archon in ages past, most famously in when its owner single-handedly battled fifty assassins who were hunting her newborn heir. All fell, and the baby was not even awoken from its slumber.” She paused a moment to gaze upon the sword. “I’m honored beyond words to be its latest bearer.”

@dracite-aeril

A Corsair fleet had come to Rheivarath for resupply. The Corsairs had boasted of how they had beaten The Great Devourer to some priceless relics left on an abandoned Maiden World, and it showed, bio-plasma scars riddled their ships.

Aeril had been sent to talk to their leader, an enigmatic Corsair Princess named Vaeryn, and when she approached the Princess, who was in the middle of telling a bawdy story to some of her captains, Aeril had to blink a few times.

She looked remarkably like her Paramour.

She was thinner, perhaps taller, and her hair was shorter but, for a moment she had almost thought it was Skourna...

A Vengeous relative, perhaps? Aeril wondered, noting how similar Skourna’s relatives tended to look to her. In any case, now wouldn’t be the time to find out. Perhaps she could ask Skourna later.

“Princess Vaeryn?” Aeril asked as she strode up to the captains’ table, giving the group a respectful Anhrathe salute she’d recently learned. “My name is Aeril, First Dracite of the Shattered Fang and Captain of the Corsair vessel Javelin. It’s my pleasure to welcome you to Rheivarath.”

Skourna's potential relative was definitely the Princess she had been sent to meet with. As the Corsair Princess leaped up onto the table, and then strode across it before stepping down before Aeril. She was tall, even tall for an Aeldari.

She grinned and returned the salute.

'I am Princess Vaeryn of Craftworld Mythariel, and a member of the House of Vengeous.' She bowed, the various gemstones and baroque weapons hanging from her belt clinking audibly. 'Thank you for your kind words. Now I assume we are to discuss business?' She asked.

'My ships need repairs and resupply, and we are happy to provide our services to the cause in payment. Mythariel and her Corsair Daughters stand with the Ynnari, and have done for some time.' She smiled. 'Turns out it pays to have friends.'

“Rheivarath is always happy to assist our Ynnari Sisters of Mythariel,” Aeril said, returning the smile with a slight bow. “Our docks are not as robust or well-supplied as that of a Craftworld, but we will share what we can.”

She handed the much-taller princess a dataslate. “This is a supply manifest and resupply form. If you or one of your crew wouldn’t mind filling this out and giving it to the dockmaster of your assigned berth, we can start your repairs and restocks as soon as we can. Sorry for the bureaucracy, but it’s a necessary evil.”

Aeril briefly considered not discussing the Vengeous connection and keeping things purely professional, but decided it might not be a bad idea to try breaking the ice. “I’d thought you might be of House Vengeous,” she began, her tone a twinge awkward. “I’ve spent much time with the Black Hunt Vengeous branch, and you look quite a bit like your kin there.”

@dracite-aeril

A Corsair fleet had come to Rheivarath for resupply. The Corsairs had boasted of how they had beaten The Great Devourer to some priceless relics left on an abandoned Maiden World, and it showed, bio-plasma scars riddled their ships.

Aeril had been sent to talk to their leader, an enigmatic Corsair Princess named Vaeryn, and when she approached the Princess, who was in the middle of telling a bawdy story to some of her captains, Aeril had to blink a few times.

She looked remarkably like her Paramour.

She was thinner, perhaps taller, and her hair was shorter but, for a moment she had almost thought it was Skourna...

A Vengeous relative, perhaps? Aeril wondered, noting how similar Skourna’s relatives tended to look to her. In any case, now wouldn’t be the time to find out. Perhaps she could ask Skourna later.

“Princess Vaeryn?” Aeril asked as she strode up to the captains’ table, giving the group a respectful Anhrathe salute she’d recently learned. “My name is Aeril, First Dracite of the Shattered Fang and Captain of the Corsair vessel Javelin. It’s my pleasure to welcome you to Rheivarath.”

Okay bastards, what have I missed. Who's still on here lol.

Hey fren

I endure

Then I’ll make my own Ynnari…

I’m officially making Aeril’s Wych Cult an Ynnari denomination that worships Ynnead but doesn’t follow the “all elves must die” nonsense

CIVIL WAR PLOT LETS GOOOOOO

Time to get my 95 theses ready

OK current plan is to make a new “minor” priestess of Ynnead that lives in Aeril’s city, is technically a follower of Yvraine, but disagrees over the genosuicide.

Art to follow.

Then I’ll make my own Ynnari…

I’m officially making Aeril’s Wych Cult an Ynnari denomination that worships Ynnead but doesn’t follow the “all elves must die” nonsense

CIVIL WAR PLOT LETS GOOOOOO

Time to get my 95 theses ready

Then I’ll make my own Ynnari…

I’m officially making Aeril’s Wych Cult an Ynnari denomination that worships Ynnead but doesn’t follow the “all elves must die” nonsense

DEVIL TOWER STAR

What wicked grin the daemonette had possessed seemed to linger after its violent dematerialization; The gantry-ways leading to the central control hub shook with the darklight blast. Another creature took its place, and then another.

Y'pollea raised her darklance for a moment. "Hurry it up already!” she snarled.

"Trying," Nenime replied, musically. The intricacies of the activation sequence were not something she could readily explain. She wouldn't have been able to finish, had she tried.

A chorus of shrill, daemonic cries rang throughout the control chamber as the chaos lord herding the neverborn raised an ornate whip.

Nenime could only spare her companions a glance. Her crimson retinue of Ynarri Banshees, the Suin Mor, stood with Aeril and her warriors. "Kindly, hold them off a little longer." 🎶

Across the gantry-ways, the Flawless Host lord began lashing his coterie of daemonettes into a running frenzy, "Feast on their flesh!"

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"Quite unharmed," Ypollea said, eyeing the others. "Perhaps you are blessed with the same luck as poor, dead Taphemela?"

With that Y'pollea stepped up to the edge of the hulk, braced, and took aim at the distant parasitic tether linking their tentative prize ship to the enemy ark.

"Hellooo?" Nenime commed in. "Is it done yet? You've been out there a while."

"We were delayed." Y'pollea replied, firing.

"I'm getting some readings and I'd rather have you back before we get boarded."

"Almost done."

It was. A quick round of volley fire and the body of the fleshmetal gangliaxos visibly stretched and finally snapped with a flare of electric fire.

The warped cluster of Dominion ships immediately lurched; overlapping holo-fields awakened with a panicked aurora of light.

"I hope we're not blessed with the luck of anyone poor and dead," Telwin replied as the trio watched Y'pollea take up a firing position, line up a shot, and cut away the daemonic tendril.

"Well, time to see if this amalgam of our ancestor's toys will actually fly," the Dracite said to the gang, then nodded back from where they'd exited to the ship's interior. "Back inside we go?"

Nenime awaited back in the bridge, standing akimbo before the thought-rudder.

The fleshmetal tendrils infesting the consoles had withered and died.

"Now that we’re in control of armaments, I'm happy to announce we've reached the final phase in our plan," Nenime declared.

A detonator appeared in her hand.

Much earlier of course, their kill teams had, through a series of cunning faints and false retreats, planted some high-yield explosives on the ark’s many many void-shield generators, and several bound electro-daemonic beings.

"I'm less happy to announce we're about to be boarded."

Indeed, the holographic display showed a trail of boarding torpedos headed straight for their prize-hulk.

"No doubt the Flawless Host will seek to, well, kill us all as we're about to give the Unblemished Heir a thorough spanking with our darklight batteries.”

Aeril, Y’pollea and co listened to Nenime’s announcements over their comms as they slipped back inside the hull, the Dracite turning back to look through the airlock door’s small window. The faint engine glow of accelerating boarding torpedoes could already be made out in the vast expanse, if only just.

“Do we have any point defense guns working?” Aeril replied to the Princess. The Astartes headed towards them could be hastily-made “thinblooded” cannon fodder, veterans tempered by centuries of warfare, or anything in between. Twas always the nature of dealing with Chaos Space Marines - each one was a roll of the dice.

"None that help. Sorry."

Y'pollea removed her helmet and took in a suck of cool air. Evidently, she'd decided to allow herself to sweat. "To the bridge then."

They found Nenime where they had left her, surrounded by her Howling Banshee warriors.

"Ladies, attend me." The corsair princess said, beckoning them over. "How'd it go?"

“We hit a few snags, but the gangliaxos are gone,” Aeril said as she approached Nenime, pulling off her own helmet as well. “How many boarders are we expecting? Any estimations on their points of impact?”

Nenime indicated at the hologram of their gnarled cluster of Dominion-era cruisers.

"A handful of kill-teams, I wager. It seems they've set a course for the bombardment bays and the approaches to the bridge."

“Then that’s where we’ll be waiting,” Aeril nodded with steely resolve, slapping a new ammunition pod into her pistol. “My team can protect the bombardment bays, if your warriors would like to handle the bridge. Or whatever you’d prefer, you’re in command, Princess.”

"I'm satisfied. Y'pollea will accompany you," Nenime nodded. She raised the detonator in her hand. "Now then, let's add injury to insult."

The gem-computer set into the detonator flashed; in the hologram, the ark's void-shields blinked off.

The corsair princess merely waved her hand over the thought-cradle to begin raining down a fleet’s worth of darklight on the Unblemished Heir.

Aeril gave Nenime a pointed nod, and then a half-hearted and slightly awkward smirk to Y'pollea before sprinting off to meet the boarding pods, the glow of the vessel's darklights casting shadows behind them through the bridge's viewscreen.

Meanwhile, squads of hastily-produced genetic abominations in the form and armor of Astartes lumbered towards their objectives, their drug-addled minds blank save for thoughts of their mission.

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'Good morning my sleepy paramour.' Skourna whispered in Aeril's ear as the Dracite stirred awake.

Running her hand across Aeril's back, Skourna hummed softly before leaning in again and whispering, 'Can I ask you a serious question my love?'

At first Jag'ged's eyes widened to a comedic degree in panic as she was fed more and more. But whether it was a food daze, or simply the Scourge accepting her fate, Jag'ged quickly fell into a mechanical rythm of eating whatever was put in her mouth. She groaned and moaned as her belly swelled, it was clear a few belly rubs might not be enough for her engorged orb... but it was the only source of relief for her.

'It would be hard not to. Sy rubs off on us all.' Skourna jokingly poked Aeril's midsection. 'I know that's all me, but the love of it was certainly, awoken by her in us all I think.' She smiled.

'Oh she would be so angry to find out we did this without her.' Skourna mused, handing Aeril yet more food to feed their bloated pigeon with.

'Maybe we'll bring Jag'ged to Rheivarath so she can have a turn next we visit?'

“Mmmm, a good girl indeed…” Aeril purred as she continued feeding Jag’ged, nearly entranced by her ability to put away calories. She continued rubbing her belly, and as the Scourge chewed a particularly hearty bite, Aeril leaned down and tenderly placed a kiss on her nose. “She’s almost as much a glutton as you, Skourna!” she laughed, teasing both women she shared the room with.

“I think it’s safe to say she had a hand in it,” she smiled, giggling at the poke before taking Skourna’s hand and pulling her down to sit with her on the bed. “Now let’s both have a hand in helping Jag’ged finish off this feast. Imagine how fast we could stuff her if we double-timed it…”

“We’ll have to bring her, there’s no way she’ll be able to stand missing out on fattening up such a lovely specimen.” Aeril leaned down to whisper in Jag’ged’s ear. “Which means she’ll make you so much bigger than you are now…”

Despite being only semi conscious, Jag'ged blushed at Aeril's praise.

'And she has your appetite Aeril.' Skourna nodded in agreement, blushing. 'I always knew Jag'ged was a glutton, but I never thought she would go this far. I'm impressed.' Skourna leaned over and planted a quick kiss on Jag'ged's lips, briefly pausing the tide of food pouring into them.

'Oh, that's a fine idea!' Skourna laughed and shifted her position on the bed to be able to help feed Jag'ged in tandem.

'And she won't let you slim down either.' Skourna mused. 'I mean, I'm not giving you any weight away, but if my top Scourge diets right, she'll fly again in a week... but Sylatha... She'll make you too fat to walk Jag'ged.'

Jag'ged gulped.

Aeril smiled at Jag’ged’s bashful blushing, bringing a hand up to rub her cheek. “You’re a cute one, lovely bird. And you’re getting cuter with each bite.”

“She very much does,” Aeril laughed, now blushing herself. “Jag’ged’s outdone herself this time… it’s almost like she wanted us to come fatten her up.”

With the two working together, Jag’ged began to truly balloon. Muffled moans could just be made out through the deluge of calories passing through the Scourge’s lips, but that only made her feeders all the more voracious.

“Yes, we may have to roll you back here, Jag’ged,” Aeril laughed, giving her belly a mocking pat. “Or even invest in an antigrav harness from the Covens. There may be no other way to keep you mobile…”

Jag'ged blushed even more, even as she continued to absentmindedly gorge herself on anything and everything offered to her.

'Almost. Although I know my Jag'ged too well for that. She wanted an easy score. Normally I return much faster and... well chase off a fattened, but much smaller pigeon. Normally she can fly off, and leave me with enough to satiate myself.' Skourna mused. 'But this time we took too long, and now the bird can't get up, let alone fly. And I'm dying to make her endure the consequences of her actions this time.' She smirked.

It became a cycle, the more they fed her, the more the Scourge moaned, so they fed her more and more.

'Even an antigrav might not be able to keep her mobile. Jag'ged may have to retire from being my messenger girl entirely.' Skourna sighed, 'I suppose a gluttonous pet would be a fine career choice for her moving forward however.'

Now it was Aeril's turn to lean down and place a kiss on Jag'ged's lips between bites, her hand reaching up to gently caress the Scourge's bulging cheek. "Cuter indeed," she whispered, then couldn't help but giggle.

"Well in that case, I'm ever so glad that we took our time with Teravelle," Aeril laughed, then stuffed another bite into Jag'ged's maw. "This is a perfect way to celebrate our special occasion." As she fed her, Aeril laid next to Jag'ged and snuggled up to her, the pidgeon's growing body pressing more and more against her own.

"A pet! Now that sounds delightful," she mused, giving Jag'ged's belly a hearty pat as she turned to look the Scourge in the eyes. "How does that sound to you, my sweet bloated bird? Want to give up your flying days, and let us see how big we can make you?"

'I was just thinking the same thing.' Skourna laughed. 'I must admit I was planning on stuffing you like this my Paramour, but this is certainly just as fun.'

Jag'ged was too far gone to really understand what was going on, her eyes were full of a mix of fear and gluttony. She didn't know how to stop, but part of her knew she had to. She had eaten so much... so so much.

'I think we've broken her.' Skourna laughed when she noticed Jag'ged hadn't really heard Aeril's words. 'No one's home. But still she eats. It's impressive.'

"And I was thinking of doing the same to you," Aeril said as she shot Skourna a wink. "Looks like Jag'ged here happened to cross our paths when we were both in the mood for a good stuffing." She gave Jag'ged's belly a hearty smack, then followed it with a much more tender rub.

"It is so impressive," Aeril laughed, then leaned down to press another kiss into Jag'ged's bloated cheek. "It's like she was made to be fattened up, even her most base instincts are to keep eating. And we, of course, are all too happy to oblige."

More and more the pair stuffed their catatonic new pet, and Jag'ged grew fatter with each bite that passed through her lips. The only protests she made were a few fearful glances and moans of fullness.

'And she did so in such a delightful manner that we couldn't help but shift our focus!' Skourna giggled. 'Perhaps this will finally teach you a lesson Jag'ged... although I doubt it.'

'Perhaps she's less pigeon, and more turkey?' Skourna mused. She'll eat so long as you put food in front of her.

Eventually, Skourna decided that Jag'ged had had enough, she looked as if she would burst if she pushed her Scourge any further...

So, as Skourna grabbed another morsel, she turned, and fed it to Aeril instead.

"I don't think our lovely birdy needs to be taught a thing," Aeril half-mockingly cooed to Jag'ged, running a hand through her spikey hair. "Gluttonous servants are always the most fun!"

"Well, whatever type of bird she is, she's a flightless one now!" she laughed, giving Jag'ged's gut a hearty pat. "You may need a new messenger, love. I think this one will be occupied for a while."

Aeril let out a slight chirp of surprise as Skourna placed the next morsel in her mouth, but didn't protest one bit. She eagerly ate what was provided to her, then sat her paramour down on the bed and placed herself on her lap. "Does that mean it's my turn to be stuffed, now?" she hummed, giving Skourna a submissive gaze and then a quick but passionate kiss.

Jag'ged moaned weakly at Aeril's touch, perhaps she was agreeing, perhaps not. Jag'ged probably didn't even know what was happening anymore.

'I'll say, I don't think she could fly with all that extra weight around her middle.' Skourna giggled. 'I may, I'd send you... but you may have the same problem in a few moments.' Skourna teased as she continued to feed Aeril.

Skourna returned the kiss, and as their lips parted offered Aeril another morsel. 'It absolutely does.' She smiled warmly, 'So, eat up my dear Paramour.'

“Mmm, sounds like I’ll have to just lay here with Jag’ged then…” Aeril giggled between bites, then poked Skourna’s nose. “And we’ll make sure you stay here and snuggle up with us…”

“Mmmm… yes, *my Archon,*” she smiled, then gave Skourna’s tummy a rub as she chewed. “*Urp… My Archon, who carries my child. By Ynnead, I still can’t believe it…” She leaned on Skourna as she ate all that was given to her, lovingly rubbing her paramour’s belly all the time.

'Sounds like that's exactly what you'll be doing.' Skourna flashed Aeril a warm smile. 'And how could I not snuggle up to the two of you when I'm finished feeding you both.' She leaned in close and whispered. 'I want to see if we can make you the same size as our stuffed pigeon.' She giggled.

'Mmm, I love it when you say that... especially that second part.' Skourna hummed as she continued to feed Aeril. 'Just imagine, even if I somehow avoid putting on the kindnofnweight that's going to pile onto you and Jag'ged... my belly is going to keep on growing and growing.' She grinned, loving every moment she received a belly rub from her paramour.

"Mmmmm, challenge accepted," Aeril whispered back with a giggle of her own, eagerly opening her mouth for the next morsel.

Aeril's eyelids fluttered at the very thought, her cheeks flushing redder as she couldn't help but bite her lip between servings. "And we both know you won't be able to avoid that baby weight..." she teased, giving Skourna's love handle a squeeze. "You were still in denial about your gluttony during your first pregnancy, my love, and you still couldn't help but fatten yourself up. Imagine what'll happen to your figure this time... I can't wait to see how round you become." Aeril chewed and swallowed the next bite Skourna provided her. "Though I may be just as round!" she cackled.

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'Good morning my sleepy paramour.' Skourna whispered in Aeril's ear as the Dracite stirred awake.

Running her hand across Aeril's back, Skourna hummed softly before leaning in again and whispering, 'Can I ask you a serious question my love?'

At first Jag'ged's eyes widened to a comedic degree in panic as she was fed more and more. But whether it was a food daze, or simply the Scourge accepting her fate, Jag'ged quickly fell into a mechanical rythm of eating whatever was put in her mouth. She groaned and moaned as her belly swelled, it was clear a few belly rubs might not be enough for her engorged orb... but it was the only source of relief for her.

'It would be hard not to. Sy rubs off on us all.' Skourna jokingly poked Aeril's midsection. 'I know that's all me, but the love of it was certainly, awoken by her in us all I think.' She smiled.

'Oh she would be so angry to find out we did this without her.' Skourna mused, handing Aeril yet more food to feed their bloated pigeon with.

'Maybe we'll bring Jag'ged to Rheivarath so she can have a turn next we visit?'

“Mmmm, a good girl indeed…” Aeril purred as she continued feeding Jag’ged, nearly entranced by her ability to put away calories. She continued rubbing her belly, and as the Scourge chewed a particularly hearty bite, Aeril leaned down and tenderly placed a kiss on her nose. “She’s almost as much a glutton as you, Skourna!” she laughed, teasing both women she shared the room with.

“I think it’s safe to say she had a hand in it,” she smiled, giggling at the poke before taking Skourna’s hand and pulling her down to sit with her on the bed. “Now let’s both have a hand in helping Jag’ged finish off this feast. Imagine how fast we could stuff her if we double-timed it…”

“We’ll have to bring her, there’s no way she’ll be able to stand missing out on fattening up such a lovely specimen.” Aeril leaned down to whisper in Jag’ged’s ear. “Which means she’ll make you so much bigger than you are now…”

Despite being only semi conscious, Jag'ged blushed at Aeril's praise.

'And she has your appetite Aeril.' Skourna nodded in agreement, blushing. 'I always knew Jag'ged was a glutton, but I never thought she would go this far. I'm impressed.' Skourna leaned over and planted a quick kiss on Jag'ged's lips, briefly pausing the tide of food pouring into them.

'Oh, that's a fine idea!' Skourna laughed and shifted her position on the bed to be able to help feed Jag'ged in tandem.

'And she won't let you slim down either.' Skourna mused. 'I mean, I'm not giving you any weight away, but if my top Scourge diets right, she'll fly again in a week... but Sylatha... She'll make you too fat to walk Jag'ged.'

Jag'ged gulped.

Aeril smiled at Jag’ged’s bashful blushing, bringing a hand up to rub her cheek. “You’re a cute one, lovely bird. And you’re getting cuter with each bite.”

“She very much does,” Aeril laughed, now blushing herself. “Jag’ged’s outdone herself this time… it’s almost like she wanted us to come fatten her up.”

With the two working together, Jag’ged began to truly balloon. Muffled moans could just be made out through the deluge of calories passing through the Scourge’s lips, but that only made her feeders all the more voracious.

“Yes, we may have to roll you back here, Jag’ged,” Aeril laughed, giving her belly a mocking pat. “Or even invest in an antigrav harness from the Covens. There may be no other way to keep you mobile…”

Jag'ged blushed even more, even as she continued to absentmindedly gorge herself on anything and everything offered to her.

'Almost. Although I know my Jag'ged too well for that. She wanted an easy score. Normally I return much faster and... well chase off a fattened, but much smaller pigeon. Normally she can fly off, and leave me with enough to satiate myself.' Skourna mused. 'But this time we took too long, and now the bird can't get up, let alone fly. And I'm dying to make her endure the consequences of her actions this time.' She smirked.

It became a cycle, the more they fed her, the more the Scourge moaned, so they fed her more and more.

'Even an antigrav might not be able to keep her mobile. Jag'ged may have to retire from being my messenger girl entirely.' Skourna sighed, 'I suppose a gluttonous pet would be a fine career choice for her moving forward however.'

Now it was Aeril's turn to lean down and place a kiss on Jag'ged's lips between bites, her hand reaching up to gently caress the Scourge's bulging cheek. "Cuter indeed," she whispered, then couldn't help but giggle.

"Well in that case, I'm ever so glad that we took our time with Teravelle," Aeril laughed, then stuffed another bite into Jag'ged's maw. "This is a perfect way to celebrate our special occasion." As she fed her, Aeril laid next to Jag'ged and snuggled up to her, the pidgeon's growing body pressing more and more against her own.

"A pet! Now that sounds delightful," she mused, giving Jag'ged's belly a hearty pat as she turned to look the Scourge in the eyes. "How does that sound to you, my sweet bloated bird? Want to give up your flying days, and let us see how big we can make you?"

'I was just thinking the same thing.' Skourna laughed. 'I must admit I was planning on stuffing you like this my Paramour, but this is certainly just as fun.'

Jag'ged was too far gone to really understand what was going on, her eyes were full of a mix of fear and gluttony. She didn't know how to stop, but part of her knew she had to. She had eaten so much... so so much.

'I think we've broken her.' Skourna laughed when she noticed Jag'ged hadn't really heard Aeril's words. 'No one's home. But still she eats. It's impressive.'

"And I was thinking of doing the same to you," Aeril said as she shot Skourna a wink. "Looks like Jag'ged here happened to cross our paths when we were both in the mood for a good stuffing." She gave Jag'ged's belly a hearty smack, then followed it with a much more tender rub.

"It is so impressive," Aeril laughed, then leaned down to press another kiss into Jag'ged's bloated cheek. "It's like she was made to be fattened up, even her most base instincts are to keep eating. And we, of course, are all too happy to oblige."

More and more the pair stuffed their catatonic new pet, and Jag'ged grew fatter with each bite that passed through her lips. The only protests she made were a few fearful glances and moans of fullness.

'And she did so in such a delightful manner that we couldn't help but shift our focus!' Skourna giggled. 'Perhaps this will finally teach you a lesson Jag'ged... although I doubt it.'

'Perhaps she's less pigeon, and more turkey?' Skourna mused. She'll eat so long as you put food in front of her.

Eventually, Skourna decided that Jag'ged had had enough, she looked as if she would burst if she pushed her Scourge any further...

So, as Skourna grabbed another morsel, she turned, and fed it to Aeril instead.

"I don't think our lovely birdy needs to be taught a thing," Aeril half-mockingly cooed to Jag'ged, running a hand through her spikey hair. "Gluttonous servants are always the most fun!"

"Well, whatever type of bird she is, she's a flightless one now!" she laughed, giving Jag'ged's gut a hearty pat. "You may need a new messenger, love. I think this one will be occupied for a while."

Aeril let out a slight chirp of surprise as Skourna placed the next morsel in her mouth, but didn't protest one bit. She eagerly ate what was provided to her, then sat her paramour down on the bed and placed herself on her lap. "Does that mean it's my turn to be stuffed, now?" she hummed, giving Skourna a submissive gaze and then a quick but passionate kiss.

Jag'ged moaned weakly at Aeril's touch, perhaps she was agreeing, perhaps not. Jag'ged probably didn't even know what was happening anymore.

'I'll say, I don't think she could fly with all that extra weight around her middle.' Skourna giggled. 'I may, I'd send you... but you may have the same problem in a few moments.' Skourna teased as she continued to feed Aeril.

Skourna returned the kiss, and as their lips parted offered Aeril another morsel. 'It absolutely does.' She smiled warmly, 'So, eat up my dear Paramour.'

“Mmm, sounds like I’ll have to just lay here with Jag’ged then…” Aeril giggled between bites, then poked Skourna’s nose. “And we’ll make sure you stay here and snuggle up with us…”

“Mmmm… yes, *my Archon,*” she smiled, then gave Skourna’s tummy a rub as she chewed. “*Urp… My Archon, who carries my child. By Ynnead, I still can’t believe it…” She leaned on Skourna as she ate all that was given to her, lovingly rubbing her paramour’s belly all the time.

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'Good morning my sleepy paramour.' Skourna whispered in Aeril's ear as the Dracite stirred awake.

Running her hand across Aeril's back, Skourna hummed softly before leaning in again and whispering, 'Can I ask you a serious question my love?'

At first Jag'ged's eyes widened to a comedic degree in panic as she was fed more and more. But whether it was a food daze, or simply the Scourge accepting her fate, Jag'ged quickly fell into a mechanical rythm of eating whatever was put in her mouth. She groaned and moaned as her belly swelled, it was clear a few belly rubs might not be enough for her engorged orb... but it was the only source of relief for her.

'It would be hard not to. Sy rubs off on us all.' Skourna jokingly poked Aeril's midsection. 'I know that's all me, but the love of it was certainly, awoken by her in us all I think.' She smiled.

'Oh she would be so angry to find out we did this without her.' Skourna mused, handing Aeril yet more food to feed their bloated pigeon with.

'Maybe we'll bring Jag'ged to Rheivarath so she can have a turn next we visit?'

“Mmmm, a good girl indeed…” Aeril purred as she continued feeding Jag’ged, nearly entranced by her ability to put away calories. She continued rubbing her belly, and as the Scourge chewed a particularly hearty bite, Aeril leaned down and tenderly placed a kiss on her nose. “She’s almost as much a glutton as you, Skourna!” she laughed, teasing both women she shared the room with.

“I think it’s safe to say she had a hand in it,” she smiled, giggling at the poke before taking Skourna’s hand and pulling her down to sit with her on the bed. “Now let’s both have a hand in helping Jag’ged finish off this feast. Imagine how fast we could stuff her if we double-timed it…”

“We’ll have to bring her, there’s no way she’ll be able to stand missing out on fattening up such a lovely specimen.” Aeril leaned down to whisper in Jag’ged’s ear. “Which means she’ll make you so much bigger than you are now…”

Despite being only semi conscious, Jag'ged blushed at Aeril's praise.

'And she has your appetite Aeril.' Skourna nodded in agreement, blushing. 'I always knew Jag'ged was a glutton, but I never thought she would go this far. I'm impressed.' Skourna leaned over and planted a quick kiss on Jag'ged's lips, briefly pausing the tide of food pouring into them.

'Oh, that's a fine idea!' Skourna laughed and shifted her position on the bed to be able to help feed Jag'ged in tandem.

'And she won't let you slim down either.' Skourna mused. 'I mean, I'm not giving you any weight away, but if my top Scourge diets right, she'll fly again in a week... but Sylatha... She'll make you too fat to walk Jag'ged.'

Jag'ged gulped.

Aeril smiled at Jag’ged’s bashful blushing, bringing a hand up to rub her cheek. “You’re a cute one, lovely bird. And you’re getting cuter with each bite.”

“She very much does,” Aeril laughed, now blushing herself. “Jag’ged’s outdone herself this time… it’s almost like she wanted us to come fatten her up.”

With the two working together, Jag’ged began to truly balloon. Muffled moans could just be made out through the deluge of calories passing through the Scourge’s lips, but that only made her feeders all the more voracious.

“Yes, we may have to roll you back here, Jag’ged,” Aeril laughed, giving her belly a mocking pat. “Or even invest in an antigrav harness from the Covens. There may be no other way to keep you mobile…”

Jag'ged blushed even more, even as she continued to absentmindedly gorge herself on anything and everything offered to her.

'Almost. Although I know my Jag'ged too well for that. She wanted an easy score. Normally I return much faster and... well chase off a fattened, but much smaller pigeon. Normally she can fly off, and leave me with enough to satiate myself.' Skourna mused. 'But this time we took too long, and now the bird can't get up, let alone fly. And I'm dying to make her endure the consequences of her actions this time.' She smirked.

It became a cycle, the more they fed her, the more the Scourge moaned, so they fed her more and more.

'Even an antigrav might not be able to keep her mobile. Jag'ged may have to retire from being my messenger girl entirely.' Skourna sighed, 'I suppose a gluttonous pet would be a fine career choice for her moving forward however.'

Now it was Aeril's turn to lean down and place a kiss on Jag'ged's lips between bites, her hand reaching up to gently caress the Scourge's bulging cheek. "Cuter indeed," she whispered, then couldn't help but giggle.

"Well in that case, I'm ever so glad that we took our time with Teravelle," Aeril laughed, then stuffed another bite into Jag'ged's maw. "This is a perfect way to celebrate our special occasion." As she fed her, Aeril laid next to Jag'ged and snuggled up to her, the pidgeon's growing body pressing more and more against her own.

"A pet! Now that sounds delightful," she mused, giving Jag'ged's belly a hearty pat as she turned to look the Scourge in the eyes. "How does that sound to you, my sweet bloated bird? Want to give up your flying days, and let us see how big we can make you?"

'I was just thinking the same thing.' Skourna laughed. 'I must admit I was planning on stuffing you like this my Paramour, but this is certainly just as fun.'

Jag'ged was too far gone to really understand what was going on, her eyes were full of a mix of fear and gluttony. She didn't know how to stop, but part of her knew she had to. She had eaten so much... so so much.

'I think we've broken her.' Skourna laughed when she noticed Jag'ged hadn't really heard Aeril's words. 'No one's home. But still she eats. It's impressive.'

"And I was thinking of doing the same to you," Aeril said as she shot Skourna a wink. "Looks like Jag'ged here happened to cross our paths when we were both in the mood for a good stuffing." She gave Jag'ged's belly a hearty smack, then followed it with a much more tender rub.

"It is so impressive," Aeril laughed, then leaned down to press another kiss into Jag'ged's bloated cheek. "It's like she was made to be fattened up, even her most base instincts are to keep eating. And we, of course, are all too happy to oblige."

More and more the pair stuffed their catatonic new pet, and Jag'ged grew fatter with each bite that passed through her lips. The only protests she made were a few fearful glances and moans of fullness.

'And she did so in such a delightful manner that we couldn't help but shift our focus!' Skourna giggled. 'Perhaps this will finally teach you a lesson Jag'ged... although I doubt it.'

'Perhaps she's less pigeon, and more turkey?' Skourna mused. She'll eat so long as you put food in front of her.

Eventually, Skourna decided that Jag'ged had had enough, she looked as if she would burst if she pushed her Scourge any further...

So, as Skourna grabbed another morsel, she turned, and fed it to Aeril instead.

"I don't think our lovely birdy needs to be taught a thing," Aeril half-mockingly cooed to Jag'ged, running a hand through her spikey hair. "Gluttonous servants are always the most fun!"

"Well, whatever type of bird she is, she's a flightless one now!" she laughed, giving Jag'ged's gut a hearty pat. "You may need a new messenger, love. I think this one will be occupied for a while."

Aeril let out a slight chirp of surprise as Skourna placed the next morsel in her mouth, but didn't protest one bit. She eagerly ate what was provided to her, then sat her paramour down on the bed and placed herself on her lap. "Does that mean it's my turn to be stuffed, now?" she hummed, giving Skourna a submissive gaze and then a quick but passionate kiss.

A Favour In Kind.

It had been some years since Rishaeron Wayfinder found himself on the bridge of a Nightshade destroyer petitioning for aid, but here he was at it again- this time aboard the Javelin.

The Ranger had removed his helmet and held it tucked under his arm with weapons stowed in their holsters and a ribboned gift gripped in his right hand. The familiar buzz of a ships bridge was uninterrupted by the Rangers presence until a spate of murmurs and excited chatter announced the party he was here to see. Dracite Aeril and her retinue.

Rishaeron bowed at the waist and smiled charmingly, taking in each of the arrivals one at a time until he came upon the purple haired Commorite.

"My thanks for your time, Dracite. I have a favour to ask on behalf of myself and Craftworld Ulthwé, but first I have a gift from one of her Seers." Rishaeron passed the large pouch across the table that separated the two parties and a simple tug of the ribbon had it fall open like the petals of a flower unfolding. Inside was a small multitude of teas in different pouches, some pink, some blue but all exceptionally fragrant and lovingly selected and presented. The names of each of Aeril's retinue was on one, with the largest labelled for Aeril herself. A small note was left on the inside of the bag, reading just: "From your friend on Ulthwé."

Rishaeron smiled sheepishly, the veil of formality dropping in the light of his friends obvious affection towards his present company.

"It seems you made quite an impression on the old man."

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Rishaeron smiled coyly at the answer. He had always made a joke of how charming he was, and it was nice to feel as though it wasn't such a joke after all. Besides, it was nice to be wanted.

Advancing through the door at the top of the stairs brought them to the command centre of the tower, and after such an exercise in stealth, all that was left to do was to destroy whatever remained.

"Watching your back." He thought in return as the door was kicked in. Servitors, overseers with neural whips and a couple of autogun armed guards in spiked armour were all the staff left within the tower. Rishaeron levelled his rifle and felled one guard with a shot that took him straight through the eye before falling behind cover as the patter of bullets struck the monitor he crouched behind. Raising his pistol, he fired into the direction of the shots as the Overseer sprinted towards the pair, whips sparking vicious lightning as he screamed creative obscenities.

"Bloody come into my frakking comms room and shoot my frakking bloody guard I'll have your hides for our dark frakking lords...you..."

The first whip struck high and horrifically scored everything it touched, everything except Telwin and Rishaeron, while the second whip was in its arc to strike just a second later. The Ulthwean burst from his cover with a forward roll, escaping the wrath of the whips, before finishing the gunner with a quick spray of Shuriken, allowing Telwin the chance to dispatch the Overseer without interruption.

Telwin managed to dispatch a guard as well before diving to cover, the electro-whips landing close enough to singe the tips of her strawberry-blonde hair. In perfect synconicity with her mind-linked comrade, the Exodite sprinted forward under cover or Rishaeron's pinpoint gunfire, sword drawn.

After a single leap and thrust from Telwin, the Overseer's obscenities were silences by a wraithbone blade rammed through his head - the sword entering between the eyes and exiting at the base of the skull.

Telwin retracted her blade, wiping the brains off on the Overseer's uniform before turning to Rishaeron. "That's one task complete," she smiled.

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'Good morning my sleepy paramour.' Skourna whispered in Aeril's ear as the Dracite stirred awake.

Running her hand across Aeril's back, Skourna hummed softly before leaning in again and whispering, 'Can I ask you a serious question my love?'

At first Jag'ged's eyes widened to a comedic degree in panic as she was fed more and more. But whether it was a food daze, or simply the Scourge accepting her fate, Jag'ged quickly fell into a mechanical rythm of eating whatever was put in her mouth. She groaned and moaned as her belly swelled, it was clear a few belly rubs might not be enough for her engorged orb... but it was the only source of relief for her.

'It would be hard not to. Sy rubs off on us all.' Skourna jokingly poked Aeril's midsection. 'I know that's all me, but the love of it was certainly, awoken by her in us all I think.' She smiled.

'Oh she would be so angry to find out we did this without her.' Skourna mused, handing Aeril yet more food to feed their bloated pigeon with.

'Maybe we'll bring Jag'ged to Rheivarath so she can have a turn next we visit?'

“Mmmm, a good girl indeed…” Aeril purred as she continued feeding Jag’ged, nearly entranced by her ability to put away calories. She continued rubbing her belly, and as the Scourge chewed a particularly hearty bite, Aeril leaned down and tenderly placed a kiss on her nose. “She’s almost as much a glutton as you, Skourna!” she laughed, teasing both women she shared the room with.

“I think it’s safe to say she had a hand in it,” she smiled, giggling at the poke before taking Skourna’s hand and pulling her down to sit with her on the bed. “Now let’s both have a hand in helping Jag’ged finish off this feast. Imagine how fast we could stuff her if we double-timed it…”

“We’ll have to bring her, there’s no way she’ll be able to stand missing out on fattening up such a lovely specimen.” Aeril leaned down to whisper in Jag’ged’s ear. “Which means she’ll make you so much bigger than you are now…”

Despite being only semi conscious, Jag'ged blushed at Aeril's praise.

'And she has your appetite Aeril.' Skourna nodded in agreement, blushing. 'I always knew Jag'ged was a glutton, but I never thought she would go this far. I'm impressed.' Skourna leaned over and planted a quick kiss on Jag'ged's lips, briefly pausing the tide of food pouring into them.

'Oh, that's a fine idea!' Skourna laughed and shifted her position on the bed to be able to help feed Jag'ged in tandem.

'And she won't let you slim down either.' Skourna mused. 'I mean, I'm not giving you any weight away, but if my top Scourge diets right, she'll fly again in a week... but Sylatha... She'll make you too fat to walk Jag'ged.'

Jag'ged gulped.

Aeril smiled at Jag’ged’s bashful blushing, bringing a hand up to rub her cheek. “You’re a cute one, lovely bird. And you’re getting cuter with each bite.”

“She very much does,” Aeril laughed, now blushing herself. “Jag’ged’s outdone herself this time… it’s almost like she wanted us to come fatten her up.”

With the two working together, Jag’ged began to truly balloon. Muffled moans could just be made out through the deluge of calories passing through the Scourge’s lips, but that only made her feeders all the more voracious.

“Yes, we may have to roll you back here, Jag’ged,” Aeril laughed, giving her belly a mocking pat. “Or even invest in an antigrav harness from the Covens. There may be no other way to keep you mobile…”

Jag'ged blushed even more, even as she continued to absentmindedly gorge herself on anything and everything offered to her.

'Almost. Although I know my Jag'ged too well for that. She wanted an easy score. Normally I return much faster and... well chase off a fattened, but much smaller pigeon. Normally she can fly off, and leave me with enough to satiate myself.' Skourna mused. 'But this time we took too long, and now the bird can't get up, let alone fly. And I'm dying to make her endure the consequences of her actions this time.' She smirked.

It became a cycle, the more they fed her, the more the Scourge moaned, so they fed her more and more.

'Even an antigrav might not be able to keep her mobile. Jag'ged may have to retire from being my messenger girl entirely.' Skourna sighed, 'I suppose a gluttonous pet would be a fine career choice for her moving forward however.'

Now it was Aeril's turn to lean down and place a kiss on Jag'ged's lips between bites, her hand reaching up to gently caress the Scourge's bulging cheek. "Cuter indeed," she whispered, then couldn't help but giggle.

"Well in that case, I'm ever so glad that we took our time with Teravelle," Aeril laughed, then stuffed another bite into Jag'ged's maw. "This is a perfect way to celebrate our special occasion." As she fed her, Aeril laid next to Jag'ged and snuggled up to her, the pidgeon's growing body pressing more and more against her own.

"A pet! Now that sounds delightful," she mused, giving Jag'ged's belly a hearty pat as she turned to look the Scourge in the eyes. "How does that sound to you, my sweet bloated bird? Want to give up your flying days, and let us see how big we can make you?"

'I was just thinking the same thing.' Skourna laughed. 'I must admit I was planning on stuffing you like this my Paramour, but this is certainly just as fun.'

Jag'ged was too far gone to really understand what was going on, her eyes were full of a mix of fear and gluttony. She didn't know how to stop, but part of her knew she had to. She had eaten so much... so so much.

'I think we've broken her.' Skourna laughed when she noticed Jag'ged hadn't really heard Aeril's words. 'No one's home. But still she eats. It's impressive.'

"And I was thinking of doing the same to you," Aeril said as she shot Skourna a wink. "Looks like Jag'ged here happened to cross our paths when we were both in the mood for a good stuffing." She gave Jag'ged's belly a hearty smack, then followed it with a much more tender rub.

"It is so impressive," Aeril laughed, then leaned down to press another kiss into Jag'ged's bloated cheek. "It's like she was made to be fattened up, even her most base instincts are to keep eating. And we, of course, are all too happy to oblige."

More and more the pair stuffed their catatonic new pet, and Jag'ged grew fatter with each bite that passed through her lips. The only protests she made were a few fearful glances and moans of fullness.

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'Good morning my sleepy paramour.' Skourna whispered in Aeril's ear as the Dracite stirred awake.

Running her hand across Aeril's back, Skourna hummed softly before leaning in again and whispering, 'Can I ask you a serious question my love?'

At first Jag'ged's eyes widened to a comedic degree in panic as she was fed more and more. But whether it was a food daze, or simply the Scourge accepting her fate, Jag'ged quickly fell into a mechanical rythm of eating whatever was put in her mouth. She groaned and moaned as her belly swelled, it was clear a few belly rubs might not be enough for her engorged orb... but it was the only source of relief for her.

'It would be hard not to. Sy rubs off on us all.' Skourna jokingly poked Aeril's midsection. 'I know that's all me, but the love of it was certainly, awoken by her in us all I think.' She smiled.

'Oh she would be so angry to find out we did this without her.' Skourna mused, handing Aeril yet more food to feed their bloated pigeon with.

'Maybe we'll bring Jag'ged to Rheivarath so she can have a turn next we visit?'

“Mmmm, a good girl indeed…” Aeril purred as she continued feeding Jag’ged, nearly entranced by her ability to put away calories. She continued rubbing her belly, and as the Scourge chewed a particularly hearty bite, Aeril leaned down and tenderly placed a kiss on her nose. “She’s almost as much a glutton as you, Skourna!” she laughed, teasing both women she shared the room with.

“I think it’s safe to say she had a hand in it,” she smiled, giggling at the poke before taking Skourna’s hand and pulling her down to sit with her on the bed. “Now let’s both have a hand in helping Jag’ged finish off this feast. Imagine how fast we could stuff her if we double-timed it…”

“We’ll have to bring her, there’s no way she’ll be able to stand missing out on fattening up such a lovely specimen.” Aeril leaned down to whisper in Jag’ged’s ear. “Which means she’ll make you so much bigger than you are now…”

Despite being only semi conscious, Jag'ged blushed at Aeril's praise.

'And she has your appetite Aeril.' Skourna nodded in agreement, blushing. 'I always knew Jag'ged was a glutton, but I never thought she would go this far. I'm impressed.' Skourna leaned over and planted a quick kiss on Jag'ged's lips, briefly pausing the tide of food pouring into them.

'Oh, that's a fine idea!' Skourna laughed and shifted her position on the bed to be able to help feed Jag'ged in tandem.

'And she won't let you slim down either.' Skourna mused. 'I mean, I'm not giving you any weight away, but if my top Scourge diets right, she'll fly again in a week... but Sylatha... She'll make you too fat to walk Jag'ged.'

Jag'ged gulped.

Aeril smiled at Jag’ged’s bashful blushing, bringing a hand up to rub her cheek. “You’re a cute one, lovely bird. And you’re getting cuter with each bite.”

“She very much does,” Aeril laughed, now blushing herself. “Jag’ged’s outdone herself this time… it’s almost like she wanted us to come fatten her up.”

With the two working together, Jag’ged began to truly balloon. Muffled moans could just be made out through the deluge of calories passing through the Scourge’s lips, but that only made her feeders all the more voracious.

“Yes, we may have to roll you back here, Jag’ged,” Aeril laughed, giving her belly a mocking pat. “Or even invest in an antigrav harness from the Covens. There may be no other way to keep you mobile…”

Jag'ged blushed even more, even as she continued to absentmindedly gorge herself on anything and everything offered to her.

'Almost. Although I know my Jag'ged too well for that. She wanted an easy score. Normally I return much faster and... well chase off a fattened, but much smaller pigeon. Normally she can fly off, and leave me with enough to satiate myself.' Skourna mused. 'But this time we took too long, and now the bird can't get up, let alone fly. And I'm dying to make her endure the consequences of her actions this time.' She smirked.

It became a cycle, the more they fed her, the more the Scourge moaned, so they fed her more and more.

'Even an antigrav might not be able to keep her mobile. Jag'ged may have to retire from being my messenger girl entirely.' Skourna sighed, 'I suppose a gluttonous pet would be a fine career choice for her moving forward however.'

Now it was Aeril's turn to lean down and place a kiss on Jag'ged's lips between bites, her hand reaching up to gently caress the Scourge's bulging cheek. "Cuter indeed," she whispered, then couldn't help but giggle.

"Well in that case, I'm ever so glad that we took our time with Teravelle," Aeril laughed, then stuffed another bite into Jag'ged's maw. "This is a perfect way to celebrate our special occasion." As she fed her, Aeril laid next to Jag'ged and snuggled up to her, the pidgeon's growing body pressing more and more against her own.

"A pet! Now that sounds delightful," she mused, giving Jag'ged's belly a hearty pat as she turned to look the Scourge in the eyes. "How does that sound to you, my sweet bloated bird? Want to give up your flying days, and let us see how big we can make you?"

A Favour In Kind.

It had been some years since Rishaeron Wayfinder found himself on the bridge of a Nightshade destroyer petitioning for aid, but here he was at it again- this time aboard the Javelin.

The Ranger had removed his helmet and held it tucked under his arm with weapons stowed in their holsters and a ribboned gift gripped in his right hand. The familiar buzz of a ships bridge was uninterrupted by the Rangers presence until a spate of murmurs and excited chatter announced the party he was here to see. Dracite Aeril and her retinue.

Rishaeron bowed at the waist and smiled charmingly, taking in each of the arrivals one at a time until he came upon the purple haired Commorite.

"My thanks for your time, Dracite. I have a favour to ask on behalf of myself and Craftworld Ulthwé, but first I have a gift from one of her Seers." Rishaeron passed the large pouch across the table that separated the two parties and a simple tug of the ribbon had it fall open like the petals of a flower unfolding. Inside was a small multitude of teas in different pouches, some pink, some blue but all exceptionally fragrant and lovingly selected and presented. The names of each of Aeril's retinue was on one, with the largest labelled for Aeril herself. A small note was left on the inside of the bag, reading just: "From your friend on Ulthwé."

Rishaeron smiled sheepishly, the veil of formality dropping in the light of his friends obvious affection towards his present company.

"It seems you made quite an impression on the old man."

@dracite-aeril

The journey to the surface was almost completely silent, save for the tensions on the hull that came from entering the atmosphere.

The planet was a hellscape, not an inch of the planets surface had escaped industrialisation or the ruins of bitter war and from horizon to horizon everything was a smog-drowned brutalist pale hell.

Departing the ramp of the Wave Serpent, the Rangers activated their cloaks to blend seamlessly with the monotone surroundings and began to scout the area. It appeared to have suffered heavily in the war that saw the Traitor Astartes conquer it and bombed out ruins, rubble and broken glass was as common as the sight of ruined tanks, devastated manufactorums and gruesome skeletal remains.

"South of our position is a communications tower that survived the war, if we can access the panel we will be able to find our quarry much easier." Despite being translated directly into the thoughts of his allies, Rishaerons voice was still a whisper. Old habits appeared to die hard.

"This way, stay close." Another whisper as he lead the party through the lifeless streets, the crunch of glass underfoot and the strange harmony of wind blowing through ruins and broken windows creating a haunting ambience.

It would not be hard for Rishaeron to feel the revulsion mixed with what almost felt like confusion coming from his Exodite comrades. While they had fought on industrialized worlds and even spacecraft before, never had they sat foot on a planet that seemed so... defiled. It was like standing on a churning, sickly corpse of a world, the miasma from its factories seeming almost like its fumes of decomposition. But even that metaphor did not quite suffice - decomposition was a natural act. Nothing about what remained of this planet was natural.

"Lead the way, Rishaeron," Telwin's thoughts whispered back. "Catrys, you're rearguard. Yvrelle and Irana, watch our flanks."

Places like this were all over the Imperium, Rishaeron knew, too often he had clung to sparse cover in bombed out cities while waiting for a target to show their head. Still, it made the atmosphere no less oppressive.

Despite the atmosphere, quick progress was made.

"There, the radio tower." His voice was steady in the minds of his allies. Through his scope he could see human guards around the base of the tower, two to a door. Their armour was Guard standard issue besides the aesthetic modifications that were clearly in worship of the Ruinous Powers.

"Telwin, with me. Catrys, Irana and Yvrelle flank to the other entrance and prepare to eliminate all four guards simultaneously. We must be silent lest we alert the personnel within, if we do reinforcements will be called in seconds." Rishaeron pointed to where Telwin and himself would take their shots, before pointing to a fine vantage point on the other side for the Nightstalkers to take.

"On your signal, Telwin, we fire."

He did not need to wait for a response, and began silently moving into position.

Telwin nodded in affirmation, and then the Nightstalkers did as they were told, prowling through the shadows like cats hunting mice.

Each of the trio lined their bowsights up in the four guards. These would be simple to eliminate - they were but baseline humans who had been corrupted by the primordial annihilator, or enslaved by its subjects. In either case, death would be a mercy.

Telwin inhaled, exhaled, then briefly kept all breath at bay as she pulled back the strands of energy on her bow.

Now, she signaled with a simple thought, and withing a fraction of a second, all four humans doubled over and collapsed.

Perfect. Besides the cough of energy weapons and crumpling of the bodies, no noise came from the execution and the party were free to infiltrate the tower.

"As before." He stowed Fatethreader and drew a long Wraithbone dagger and the relic Shuriken Pistol he found nearly a decade before. "Telwin and I will enter this side, you three flank on the other. Kill all on sight and meet at the top." Rishaeron rose and nodded towards the tower, before pressing his body beside the great blast door and sliding in like a Wraith, Pistol raised and knife in the off-hand.

Without a word and almost without a sound, Telwin followed Rishaeron, her usually somewhat-scattered demeanor melting away to accomplish the task at hand with steely focus.

"Killed two more guards," Yvrelle spoke over their spirit link. "They never knew we were here. Our side is clear, we will maintain the watch."

"Deadly and effective." Rishaeron muttered aloud, so that the others might not hear his words via the mind link.

"Did you train them yourself?" He nodded towards the door in way of invitation for the Exodite to take point with Rishaeron in support.

“We trained together,” Telwin replied, sweeping through the door and advancing with her bow at the ready. Her tone of voice was clearly one of pride to serve alongside her sisters in arms. “I was eventually chosen as a scout leader by the elder Nightstalkers, as I was considered to have the most innate connection to the forests of my world. We take our trees quite seriously on Idralâsh.”

"Interesting, and had Yvrelle always been such a flirt?" Rishaeron kicked open the door and unloaded his Shuriken Pistol into two of the three humans inside before a savagely accurate thrown dagger eliminated the third with sickening prejudice.

"It must be hard for you, to be away from your world like this." He whispered, as he gazed up the wire staircase that they would need to traverse. From here, he could hear the soft mutter of human voices and mechanical stomping that must have been servitors. He went back to their mental connection.

"Lead the way, Nightstalker. I've got your back."