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For the Robotfucker anon from a couple threads ago. Hope you enjoy
Pt.1
>You watched the initiates on screen aboard your battle barge as they struggled in the freezing cold of Strem, a small moon in the Krono system.
>It was just one of many traditions in the Ourotors chapter
>A large number of unmodified initiates would be dropped off on the frigid world to fend for themselves, only given a heat generator and tools to survive
>If they lasted three months in the apocalyptic cold, they would pass and move onto the next trial
>Not only did it test their strength and resolve, but also their dedication to the Kroniissiah. Through their hardship and pain, through the loss of limb and life to the cold and sickness, they would understand the weakness of the flesh.
>But the next trial was something else entirely
>The initiate would be locked a special room and given a bed and other accommodations
>It was all a trick of course, as they would be restrained to the bed frame when inevitably caught off guard
>The food and drink given would be laced with a powerful aphrodisiac to keep them fully conscious, painfully aroused, slow down digestion and metabolism, and remove the need for sleep
>Then a techpriestess of the Adeptus Kroniicus would proceed to pleasure the initiate for seven days and seven nights without reprieve
>The trial would only be passed if the initiate managed to not cum
>You chuckle, remembering back to when you were just an initiate
>You were a regular human then, not yet blessed with a metal body
>You had just gotten back from your trial on Strem
>You were tired and hungry and not in the mood for another grueling task. Very much reluctant to enter the ceremonial chamber for the next trial.
>The techpriest escorting you mentioned several times that it was completely soundproof
>Strange, but you figured it was just part of the trial
>You entered, but hesitated at first when the door closed and audibly locked behind you
>It lasted only for a second before you noticed the food and drink laid out on a table beside a large bed
>In your tired and famished state you descended on them faster than a White Scar seeing a dark Eldar
>You’d been living off a bland watery soup for the past three months
>So every bite of immaculate slow roasted grox, every sip of the sweetest of beverages, was made that much more enjoyable
>Once you had had your fill, reclining on the soft and comfy bed, all seemed well and good until several mechadendrites secured themselves around your wrists and ankles, restraining you to the bed.
>You hardly had time to appreciate how the silk sheets made your skin sing before out from the shadows she came
>A most special techpriestess
>Her voluptuous breasts were barely held back by a layer of light armor, jiggling slightly as she stepped forward
>Through some miracle of technology they hadn’t created their own solar systems with their immense gravity
>You could see her nipples slightly indent the plasteel
>Her hips were large and boasted incredible girth, good for birthing an innumerable amount of future techpriests
>Her thighs were wonderfully plump and juicy, so much so that even though you had just ate, you could feel your mouth watering at the sight of them
>And her ass, by the Kroniissiah, her ass
>’Dumptruck’ failed to describe its fullness, its sheer thiccness
>The more appropriate term would be ‘Baneblade’
>It was wonderfully soft and malleable yet maintained a taught firmness to it
>A balance that could only be described as perfection
>Every bob of her hips was more alluring to your eyes than any masterpiece painting or stained glass window could ever hope to be
>You were certain you could stab a whole straight through terminator armor with the hard on you had now
>Which just so happened to be what the techpriestess was focused on
>Your pants felt like they would rip if you got anymore hard as she ran a wonderfully soft synthetic digit up your length, causing your cock to throb uncontrollably
>Her voice was smooth as silk, every word she uttered was a pleasure to your ears
>”Welcome, brave initiate. In this trial you must hold out for seven days and seven nights. I believe you understand what that means?”
>You gulped
>You had completely many trails in your quest to become an Ourotor—a space marine. You had endured hours of torture of both mind and body; Fought and bested countless beasts from all corners of the galaxy; and survived in the arid desert and frigid cold for months on little more than watery soup and your own will. Yet you knew this would be the hardest trial of all.
>You nodded, never once looking away from her alluring body.
>She laughed in a satisfied manner, sending chills down your spine
>”Mhmhmhm. Well then,” she said, ripping off your clothes, “Lets get started, shall we?”
>Your raging election was soon to draw the envy of Khorne as it was released into the air, throbbing wildly in anticipation
