Editing Hil'ardil (section)

== '''Chapter 2''' ==

A small shiver ran up Hil’ardil’s spine. She had to figure out what to do next. Then she had an interesting thought. There were 4 other people in this Falcon, not to mention the driver. She grinned widely, turning over one of the still armored Avengers. Ah yes, Dra’lith. She was quite the vicious warrior. She knew each one of them by heart, their souls as familiar to her as the corridors of their craftworld. 

Her hands moved deftly across her armor, quickly releasing it and tossing the light material aside. She noticed her fingernails were much longer…In fact they seemed a little thicker and tougher than normal fingernails but they were smooth all around, not a sharp point on them. She paid it no attention and looked down at Dra’lith, her body now covered solely by tight fabric, her modest breasts finally released from the constricting male-formed armor. 

Her heart raced slightly as she grinned widely. Her hand slowly traced the curve of the woman’s figure, barely touching the fabric. She grabbed the collar of the undergarment, quickly tearing it down the middle, with only a slight mumble of unconsciousness coming from Dra’lith. Finally, Hil’ardil could see the tender beautiful flesh. Each square inch of it was more enticing than the last.

Hil’ardil stroked her hand down slowly over Dra’lith’s shoulder and rounding her breasts. The woman let out a soft groan and writhed a little, finally beginning to recover from the earlier shock. The former farseer’s heart skipped a beat. She knew she would resist and fight her…She had to make sure that didn’t happen. Hil’ardil reached over to the pile of Dra’lith’s cast off armor, plucking a slender wraithbone dagger from its sheath on a thigh plate.

Hil’ardil speedily, but carefully, excised the clothing from the still unconscious and now mostly nude elder. She left only the bits on Dra’lith’s lower legs and arms, figuring it too difficult to remove without waking the sleeping beauty prematurely.  She sliced the scraps into strips, quickly tying Dra’lith’s wrists together and tying another piece that encircled her head, crossing her mouth as a gag. She moved Dra’lith so that she was sitting up against the side of the falcon, trying her bound wrists to a loop made for a cargo hook, then she stood to admire her work and the beautiful body that lay bound below her. She decided to leave her own tight clothes on for the moment, loving the snug feel they had on her sensitive flesh.

By now, Dra’lith’s soft blue eyes were fluttering open slightly. She let out a quiet, pained groan as a massive headache lingered upon her. Her sight was a bit blurry and she blinked rapidly, trying to clear it up. She looked up at the standing Hil’ardil, blinking still. “Unnhh…Mfffnn-ffu nuhh?” It took a moment to register that her speech was garbled by the piece of cloth.  Hil’ardil leaned down and grinned widely, the white of her eyes now black as obsidian.

Even with her still slightly blurred sight, Dra’lith could see the changes that had come about in her once glorious farseer.  Dra’lith let out a worried whine as she tried to inch away from the new daemonette. Hil’ardil let out a soft chuckle and straddled the helpless Avenger’s legs. “Shhhh…” She said with a deeply sinister tone. Hil’ardil gently kissed Dra’lith cheek, savoring the feel of the perfect flesh against her soft lips. Her tongue slid out, licking up the side of the captive’s face, eliciting another whimper and a renewed struggle against the tight bonds on her wrists. Hil’ardil found that her tongue, while feeling perfectly normal, could extend nearly six inches from her mouth.

“Shhhh…” Hil’ardil said again, firmly grasping Dra’lith’s chin and making her look into her eyes. Her hands traveled down the elegant feminine figure, stopping at her bosom. Despite the small size of Dra’lith’s B cup compared to Hil’ardil’s daemonically enhanced large D’s, the body made thrilled Hil’ardil more and more as she looked at it. Her hands rubbed and massaged the tender mounds while she grinning with excitement. Dra’lith let out another series of grunts and whimpers, squirming under the weight of her assailant. She was trying to tell her once beloved farseer no, to tell her to stop, that she didn’t want it. Even if Hil’ardil could hear her protests, she would give them no heed.

Hil’ardil scooted down Dra’lith’s thighs enough so that she could lean down to the hostage’s chest. She kissed the plump lump of flesh on her chest, receiving another groan from her subject. This groan was slightly different, however.  Dra’lith was still fighting it, but now she was feeling what Hil’ardil wanted to give to her. She gave her prisoner’s short nipple a gentle nibble, after all, that’s felt natural to her now. Dra’lith’s chest arched out in reaction, another worried whine slipping past the cloth gag.

Hil’ardil scooted back even farther, ready to continue her invasive intentions. Dra’lith took this opportunity to try and free herself. She managed to slip her legs out from under Hil’ardil and went for a hard kick to the ex-farseer’s face. Hil’ardil leaned easily away, the kick missing her by several inches to the side. Hil’ardil’s hand quickly grabbed her ankle and held it firmly to her shoulder. Dra’lith quickly followed up this attack with her other foot, receiving the exact same result.

Now that Hil’ardil had her captive restrained again, she continued. She moved forward, sliding her head up between Dra’lith’s legs. She lifted Dra’lith’s hips, situating the prisoner’s thighs on her shoulders. Hil’ardil’s face was now nearly flush with Dra’lith’s bare groin. Dra’lith gave one last struggle, trying to squeeze her legs together to stop what she knew was coming. Hil’ardil easily held her thighs apart, her strength augmented by the daemonic power pumped into her.

Without a word, Hil’ardil pushed her lips up against Dra’lith’s slit, snaking her half foot tongue into her warm insides. Dra’lith tried to scream for help, her eyes clenching shut and her body tightening up. Her scream was almost completely muffled by the cloth in her mouth. The sound was music to Hil’ardil’s ears. She wriggled her tongue, pushing and sliding against Dra’lith’s wet walls, violating her innermost depths. 

Hil’ardil groaned deeply. She loved the taste of the slick juices inside Dra’lith. She loved how her captive still squirmed and fought. She loved how she was in complete control.

Hil’ardil continued to work her tongue in Dra’lith’s tight sex. The dexterous and long appendage touched every nook and cranny, searching for the spot that elicited the best responses. As she persisted, Dra’lith’s muffled screams mumbling and struggles began to die down.

It was getting harder and harder for Dra’lith to deny the signals her body was sending her. She found herself no longer squirming to try and escape, but her body writhing and twisting, trying to get that tongue to hit the right place again. It was as if she couldn’t control it. Her screams and protests melted into groans of pleasure. Her mind still refused to acknowledge the feeling, but her body was rebelling.

Hil’ardil grinned as she watched the once rejected feelings begin to have more and more effect on Dra’lith. She accelerated her efforts with vigor, her tongue quickening its pushing, sliding around and even pumping in Dra’lith’s pussy. Dra’lith was starting to give up on trying to get out of the situation she was in.   

And that’s when it started.

Dra'lith's skin began to take on a hue much like Hil'ardil's. Additionally, with each moan and delightful shiver that Dra’lith accepted, her bosom expanded. It took no time for the hostage of pleasure to gain a chest whose size was much like that of her captor. Dra’lith panted and groaned, her will finally broken. Her hips pushed up eagerly to the daemonette’s lips, wanting more, and Hil’ardil obliged.

It took only a few more minutes of lewd workings by Hil’ardil’s tongue to push the transforming Dire Avenger over the edge. She howled out in delight, still nearly muted by the gag. Her golden, shoulder length hair became raven black along with her finger and toenails.

Hil’ardil let the corrupted Eldar warrior's hips down. She let her pant, groan and squirm in delight as she basked in the afterglow. Hil’ardil licked her lips, grinning widely and looked down at Dra’lith for a few second before leaning down to slip off the ribbon of a mouth gag.  

Hil’ardil grabbed at the fabric still covering her own needy slit and tore it open to expose her hot lips to the air. She pushed her hips up in Dra’lith’s face, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her nose snugly against her warm flesh. “My turn.” She said with a small, commanding growl.

Dra’lith let out a small groan as she felt her lips pressed up against the smooth skin of her leader. She nodded obediently at the implied command. Her tongue gently slunk from her mouth and brushed over Hil’ardil’s warm flesh. She gasped and moaned as the wet tongue caressed her hot folds. Dra’lith eagerly kissed and continued her marvelous attentions, her tongue gently diving into her leader’s flesh.

Hil’ardil groaned and bucked her hips up against Dra’lith’s wonderful tongue. She would have to do this more often...MUCH more often. Dra’lith’s tongue explored Hil’ardil’s warm wet walls, finding the texture, the warmth, and the taste absolutely marvelous. Her tongue pushed deeper, seeking more approving groans and gasps from the woman who had complete control over her.

Hil’ardil panted and reached her free hand up to her own large breast. She grabbed herself firmly and squeezed and massaged her beautiful chest mound. She wanted to find anything that gave her that one step up of pleasure. Her slit dripped with her love juices. Her arousal grew with each passing moment. “Deeper.” Hil’ardil commanded with a growl.

Dra’lith obliged, grinding her nose against her leader’s, now slave master’s, clit. Her tongue pushed as deep as she could get it, snaking around and stimulating each and every nerve she could get at. Hil’ardil moaned out louder and louder, her knees quivering slightly with the immense pleasure until she finally climaxed. Her inner walls throbbed and squeezed on the tongue in her. Some of her hot love juices spilled out onto Dra’lith’s face as Hil’ardil’s hand grabbed the back of Dra’lith’s head, pulling it even tighter against her groin.

As she let out a loud howl of pleasure, the horns on her head lengthened several inches, as did her stub of tail. Her nail became longer, hooking slightly as they began to look like claws.

Eventually, Hil’ardil came down from her wonderful orgasm. She released the corrupted female Avenger’s head, panting deeply as she grinned down as the still tied girl. “Mmm…Well done.” She looked around her as she heard a little bit of shuffling and a scattered groan or two. It looked like the other two Avengers were waking up. Oh what fun.

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