Editing Hil'ardil (section)

== '''Chapter 3''' ==

The two physically warped Eldar worked quickly and swiftly, their lust filled minds driving them to go further and further for pleasure. They quickly took off the last shreds of their clothing and set about stripping both the remaining warriors of their armor and undergarments. Brakel and Fineath were their names, two of the more skilled Dire Avengers in their assault group… And two of the most handsome males as well.

As those two continued to awaken, the Daemonettes worked quickly. Brakel was laid flat on his back, his wrists tied above his head to a power conduit running up the wall. Fineath’s hands were tied above his head to a loop on the roof of the cabin and he was stood up against the side of Falcon’s interior. As both of their eyes fluttered slightly as they woke up, each were met with a wicked grin from a depraved and transformed Eldar: Hil’ardil to Fineath and Dra’lith to Brakel.

“By the Old Ones…” Fineath muttered under his breath. Hil’ardil let out a small chuckle, pressing herself up against the standing Eldar. “They can’t help you here.” She said, wiggling her shoulder a little and rubbing her large breasts up against the male’s toned chest. Brakel just stared in disbelief at the nude Dra’lith who was straddling his stomach. Both of the males had athletic figures, their muscles well toned, shown off even more by their lightly tanned bodies.

=== Part A ===
:“Release me you corrupted whore!” Fineath commanded. Hil’ardil smirked and chuckled again. “Not a chance.” With that she got down on her knees, so she could get level with the part of the male that held her attention the most. She kissed softly up and down the currently flaccid length, her mind hot with desire and anticipation. Fineath bit his lip softly, blocking the thought of pleasure from his mind. “Stop!” He shouted again, his legs trying to rise up to kick at Hil’ardil. She smirked and grabbed his thighs firmly, her daemonic strength making it difficult for the powerful warrior to move his legs even an inch.

:Hil’ardil found it surprisingly easy to get Fineath’s above average shaft rigid. It was easy to get the body to betray the mind. Now to get the mind to betray itself… That’s what she wanted. Hil’ardil wrapped her lips around the tip of the Eldar’s shaft, suckling softly with a light whoreish groan. Fineath let out a grunt as he tried to put his mind as far away from this situation as he could, but she didn’t make it easy on him.  

:She slowly lowered her head, drawing out another grunt from her bound subject as she took every bit of him into her mouth. She grinned to herself. After all, it was just a matter of time. With her tongue pressed firmly up against the underside of the warm meat she began bobbing slowly and deliberately. Fineath began struggling again, but was completely unable to change his position. He kept his mouth closed, afraid to let out a moan on accident.

:Hil’ardil groaned more as she worked Fineath’s shaft, the vibrations from her throat reverberating down the solid appendage. Fineath leaned his head back as he continued to refuse the thought of receiving satisfaction from this perversion of his leader. Hil’ardil kept at him, his body unable to reject what his mind did. It did feel good. Oh GOD it felt good, but he wouldn’t accept it, he refused it, and Hil’ardil wasn’t about to give up: breaking the will was one of the most fun parts.

:Her tongue shifted around and licked at his shaft as she bobbed faster, trying to draw the stubborn Eldar closer and closer to his pinnacle of pleasure. Fineath’s mind was strong, but unfortunately that’s not the only thing that mattered. His body reacted naturally to the attentions, sending more and more waves of pleasure to crash against his consciousness. 

:It built quickly, each second bringing him closer and closer. He growled and struggled again, but she shifted as well, her tongue tickling in just the right spots to bring out more feelings of delight. He refused it, but it was still coming. He couldn’t stop it, but he could refuse to enjoy it. He even let out a tiny stifled moan as she sucked firmer and rolled her tongue more against him. Just when he thought he was about to his peak, he clenched his eyes and braced mind… but he felt her pull off.

:Hil’ardil grinned up at him, licking her lips as she stood back up, leaving the wetted shaft hanging in the air. He panted softly, glaring at her. She knew she could take her time. She was going to work him up, over and over, always stopping one step short of the finish line. She wasn’t going to let him orgasm until she knew she had broken him.

=== Part B ===
:Brakel still didn’t say a word. He just looked worriedly at the daemon infused woman sitting atop him. Dra’lith giggled and slid back softly, grinding her luscious hips down over his. She rubbed her hot, wet slit over the man’s limp shaft, groaning to herself as even the simplest touch made her mind reel in bliss. Brakel struggled silently, squirming on the ground, trying to get his hands free, trying to remove the stimulating massage, trying for anything.

:She let out a pleading groan, her hip rubbing up and down his as she kept him pinned. “Come on….” Her supple breasts bounced softly as she rubbed her wet netherlips over his rod. In no time, he was at full mast. His throbbing length squeezed between him and her waiting body. “Ooooh, that’s more like it.” She grinned as she gyrated her hips down a little more to tease the tied avenger.

:She leaned forward, her breasts just inches from Brakel’s face, and lifted her hips. She reached a hand back, pointing the pulsing shaft upwards. With a swift, smooth motion, she slipped the head of his hard member into her wet slit and pushed down. As she took in every bit of him and ground her hips against his, her chest arched and she let out a sharp moan. Brakel bit his lip harder, his hips involuntarily bucking up at her.

:Dra’lith grinned as she let the wonderful feelings wash over her. She knew Brakel wasn’t as ‘tough’ as Fineath, and she was going to have some fun with that. She slowly started bouncing on his lap, her wet walls hugging tightly against the warm meat inside her. She moaned lewdly, her plump, soft breasts bouncing with her as she rode the helpless Eldar. Brakel let out a small, restrained whimper as he tried to do what he knew he was supposed to do, but it was tough with so much feeling rushing through his body.

:She plunged him in and out of her faster, groaning out gently and coaxingly. “Oh…you feel so good inside me.” Brakel wasn’t able to keep his eyes off of her bouncing, curvaceous body. She was so incredibly enticing. It was only the threat of eternal damnation that kept him from taking joy in his situation. And the Great Enemy could work through even that small of a conduit.

:Dra’lith’s body worked Brakel’s, chipping away slowly but surely at his will. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly and repeatedly, her hips still rising and falling rhythmically. Brakel turned his face away from the tainted woman. She smirked and kissed down his neck, biting gently now and then as she took full advantage of him.

:Before long, Brakel was nearing his high point and it showed. He grunted and groaned, biting his lip and squirming. The Slaaneshi whore moaned in his ear, showing him how good he made her feel. Brakel whimpered softly, his mind silently begging her not to continue, but his body saying the opposite. Dra’lith saw it coming and she worked him closer and closer to it.  And just when he thought she was going to force it on him, she took it away. She slipped her hips up and off his still throbbing member and sat back up, straddling his stomach. Her wet slit pressed warmly against the Eldar’s firm stomach. She grinned down at him wickedly, knowing that currently he was her toy and playing with him was fun.

===Part C===
Hil'ardil pushed open the door of the Falcon's cockpit. She found Al'vair, the driver, shaking off his unconsciousness. When he saw the daemonette smiling wickedly in front of him, he pulled out his shuriken pistol, only to have it kicked out of his hand. He threw himself backwards through the Falcon's broken windshield, intending to escape, but Hil'ardil moved like lightning and caught his leg, dragging him back inside. She pinned him down and stripped him. Laying down on his torso, she stroked his meat with one hand while playing with her nipples with the other. Al'Vair started murmuring colorful oaths and swear words, struggling to get out. She ignored him, sliding his man-shaft into her cleavage and squeezing her breasts together around it. She kept thrusting his hard cock between her soft breasts and licking its tip, driving Al'Vair to arousal against his will. She could tell, because he started shouting his frustration, using some very creative language to express what was going on.
Inspired by the perseverance of his fellow, Brakel found the strength to tear through his bonds. He picked up the shuriken pistol Al'Vair had dropped and primed it.
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More will follow. 

:{{greentext|And lo, Brakel's meaty man-shaft shuddered forth gouts of pubescently-honed semen, and at that precise instant the sound of familiar Eldar cries rose from outside the Gravtank's bent outer hull door. It was Elathrililil, Elder Eldar Farseer, who had fought his way the entire time to this freshly-befouled den of Slaanesh; the locks hissed and whirred and the Farseer opened the door, got on the floor, everbody walk the dinosaur.}}

Er, hopefully something more satisfying.

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