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The Imperium has a great many secrets. Most of the citizenry doesn't know the true horrors of Daemons, or the Tyranids, or the Eldari, and all the other countless horrors in the universe. Most humans are instructed to do as they're told, keep their heads down and work on whatever the higher-ups have commanded them to. 

That’s both the Imperium’s greatest strength and greatest flaw- if something else was to infiltrate a high enough level of a planetary government, then that entire planet could be taken over in a matter of months, and nobody would lift a finger to save the souls on it. On the flip-side, mindless husks of humans make for excellent cannon fodder, easily moldable into the perfect weapon to strike down whatever stands in your way. 

There are cases where the latter is quite effective- wearing down the enemies with the weight of bodies is certainly a good strategy against a good deal of opponents. But the former is very hard to correct, due to how insidious it can be. With powers like the warp that can corrupt even the most noble of souls into hopeless slaves, there's a high chance of misinformed souls to doom everyone to damnation because they didn't understand what they were doing. 

This was almost the case for one Haliton Hillocks, a middling artist on the hive world of Zerefith. The normal conditions of a hive world weren't conducive to his efforts in being an artist, but this wasn't a normal hive world, since it was also an inter-planetary brothel, which were better. This gave it two “benefits”: more leniency in its operations than most worlds, and if it were to come under scrutiny it would be brushed off by the administratum because it wasn't worth the bother to ransack a world and most assuredly only find used condoms, dirty sheets, and even dirtier laundry. Especially when this sector had bigger problems, being under attack from Slaanesh daemons, along with a tendril of a Tyranids hive-fleet. 

Haliton didn't even know the sector was under attack, but he did know his latest gig at a particular location was very lucrative. A governor inspected his work, browsing his cramped gallery that also acted as his home. 

“This one looks nice.” She said, picking a painting that Haliton was very proud of. “I would pay seven thousand thrones for it.”

Haliton flinched at that figure- in his entire life he had only handled several hundred thrones! After his initial shock he just accepted that is painting was getting sold for several times any money he had previously seen, since she was an imperial official and anything she did was 100% in the right.

He immediately used these extra funds on luxuries- a decent apartment, a set of comfortable clothes, and some unrecycled meals. He kept painting in the following weeks, but eventually Ms. Lucatian came back. She was interested in showing Haliton around her particular brothel- which he accepted.

It was beyond luxurious in Haliton’s eyes, with a room able to hold around 100 people being an unimaginable large space for him. It was covered in drapes and all kinds of artwork- from sculptures to tapestries and he spotted his own painting on the wall. The sweet smell of incense filling his nose. 

“Here are your thrones.” She gave him a bag full of the coins, before following up with, “you’re always welcome back here.”

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Days later, food dispenser stopped working. Then the enforcers started fighting one-another, and then there were rumors of heretical cults. Nobody carded for their accuracy, since they were more focused on food or water. 

It was getting desperate, with Haliton needing to ignore anything from active muggings to chemical spills on his way to get food. Ms. Lucatain had given him the location of a stash, where all the supplies he could ever need were located.

Problem was that this stash wasn't fit for human habitation- it was more of a storage crate than anything resembling a shelter. So he had to make round trips between his gallery and the stash. 

Any brief walk could make him one of the several corpses now littering the walkways. He knew that but if he didn't do this… he would simply starve to death. It was getting harder and harder to safely walk places- the hive was getting increasingly dilapidated as repairs were becoming increasingly minor and stretched even further apart. 

Then there were the firefights- around once a week, some kind of shots would ring out through the structure, echoing throughout the decaying structure. He knew better than to go out when there was active fights going on-

But this one had lasted three days at this point. Nowhere was safe from the racket- the bolter hail, the occasional granade to the rickashays were heard by everyone- And throughout it, screeches ripping through everything. It was something straight out of his nightmares, and he should be doing everything to avoid them. 

Now the silence was deafening- the noise had just stopped all of a sudden, and he assumed that meant the fight was over. This was his chance! He just needed to get over-

“What about those screams?” A voice rattled through his head. If the fight was over those… things could still be out there! 

But he was strapped for time- he didn't know if this was merely a lull in the fighting, and it would be renewed in the future for an even bigger confrontation. He couldn't risk it- he needed those supplies, and he wasn't able to waste this opportunity.

Cautiously he opened his door- nobody was around, the streets were long abandoned, but it didn't hurt to be sure. After he checked the coast was clear, he rushed off to the stash. It wasn't far, he could get there and back with a surplus of supplies in a short enough time- he hadn't been mugged yet.

However, in a dingy alleyway was a dirty, naked xenos just lying there! They had a plump, feminine form that almost perfectly reproduced the human form. They were like a massive wall of flesh that was shaped in the most pleasing way- despite how covered in grime they were from head to toe. Their breasts rested comfortably against one another, while their legs laid together, barely hiding their privates away from Haliton’s eyes. 

But they didn't just have what made them look human, much to Haliton’s dismay and buried pleasure. Firstly, they had six limbs- two massive thighs framed their slit Haliton was trying to not look at, while they had an additional pair of limbs coming out of their sides, structured much like her legs except they had massive primitive hands. Finally there were the regular human arms that were capped off with giant spikes that Haliton just understood as dangerous. 

In addition, they had this massive shell around their backside that almost engulfed their form. Haliton didn't even notice it was connected until they shifted around- it was so covered in grime associated with general waste he assumed it was just… and object, not a part of their body.

He didn't have the time to think about that- he needed to get the supplies and get back. He had already spent too much time. Plus, any foul xenos wasn't worth his time- spending just this much time on it was already a waste.

Moving to his chache, he heard a big thump behind him. Turning around, he saw that the xenos had stood up- and he saw how they were slobbering, their mouth dripping with their drool. Haliton briefly noticed that similar strands were gathering at her other end too, before diverting his eyes to how their breasts were pushed together. 

At least they weren't actively trying to eat him, so Haliton continued on… which was accompanied by several massive thumps, as the metal strained to support the massive creature. Haliton worried that maybe the creature was trying to get him, subconsciously speeding up his steps to get away. This only made them speed up to keep up with him, which only made him more afraid, thus making him speed up faster-

But before he could actually sprint, he had arrived at his destination- the cache. Removing a false wall, he was treated to a whole new plethora of supplies- not just food, but also medical supplies and fresh clothes. Hygiene products were put with the same priority as water, which Haliton found increasingly helpful as time wore on. 

That did leave one problem- how would he carry the supplies? He had been doing smaller trips regularly, but that last firefight… he couldn't rely on his route here being stable in the future. He needed to get as much as he could back, not even caring for subtly. 

Quickly starting to just shove things into his pockets, trying desperately to get it all.

Two thuds quickly reminded him of his stalker- which he turned around to see had lowered themselves to his eye-level. Giving out a curious squak, they tilted their head slightly. This was it, they were going to kill him! Closing his eyes, he waited for the inevitable strike… but none came. Opening his eyes, he only saw them blankly staring back at him, tilting their head in the opposite way. “Filthy xenos.” Haliton thought to himself, which was very true. They were still absolutely caked in dirt, such that Haliton couldn't even fully make out what color they were supposed to be beyond muddy black.

After an increasingly awkward moment, Haliton moved back to his work, this time trying to get as much into his arms as possible. Hearing more stomps, he assumed they were getting in striking range. Except they just went right next to him, reached out and lifted up some supplies with a reasoning crack. He saw how the crudely unpacked goods were just being dropped on the murky ground. 

“What are you doing?! Stop that!” Haliton exclaimed in a panic. The xenos responded by just stopping. Still as a statue, they didn't move an inch after Haliton had shouted. It was as if they didn't take into account momentum, and just decided to stop all energy they had. 

“...what are you doing?” Haliton repeated, trying in vain to get a response. When they just stared blankly back at him, he tried to be a little adventurous; “stand up?” He asked. He questioned himself as to why he would even ask that, it wasn't as if this stupid xenos could-

They stood up, shifting around so they were supported by their claws now. Those claws caused an awful screeching noise as they dug into the metal below them. 

“Go backwards.” Haliton commented, and they immediately began walking back until they bumped into the wall behind them. The entire time their spikes dug an screeched against the metal. Haliton noticed that there was now a line of clear liquid on the ground , but chalked it up to how messy the… everything was at the moment. 

“Come forward.” He ordered this time, and they quickly came right back to standing in front of him, giving him an excellent view of their massive boobs as they walked. They collided with their massive frame, making them bounce up before colliding back with their form. 

“Bow down.” He ordered, pointing to the ground. They promptly did just go down so low they were seeing eye to eye, when usually he was at around a half of their full height. This put into perspective how much they were drooling- it was like they had a waterfall in place of a mouth. A very sticky, viscous waterfall that was just trickling onto the ground.

Haliton logically deduced, from the information available to him, that was the cause of the liquid streak. 

“Now, you're going to help me carry these supplies back. That's okay with you?” He asked. They squaked, tilting their head ever so slightly. 

He nodded his head, “this means yes.” He started shaking it. “And this means no. Can you answer my question now?”

They consider their answer for a moment, before beginning to violently nodding their head. Not even kinda fast, but going back and forth from probably the highest to the lowest position they could reach so fast Haliton could only see it as a blur. 

“Stop! Stop, I get the point!” Haliton quickly yelped. They did stop- very suddenly, probably moreso than was actually safe for them. 

Haliton watched for a moment, still recovering from what just happened. “Uh… for future reference, please go at a speed that can't hurt you.” 

An awkward moment passed, then he asked, “do you understand?”

Gradually, they nodded their head. They were like a servator- their head smoothly moved down, rested for a moment, before smoothly climbing back up. 

“Okay good. Now wait here while I give you somethings to carry.” He said. He should’ve ordered it, but he was still nervous about ordering a xenos around and it certainly affected his tone. Felt more like a very strong comment, if anything. 

He began just filling her middle arms with various items- food, water, soap, clothes, and hygiene were all something he loaded up- he even loaded tampons, in case they needed the tampons in the future, and he didn't want to risk having blood all over the place. While placing the supplies in her arms, it was becoming increasingly hard to avoid her massive boobs. When he did accidentally brush them, the xeno gave some weird, utterly alien noise that Haliton didn't know how to interpret. It was deep, and very resonant, but stoped as soon as he was done touching them. 

“Should I put more on?” Haliton asked himself. Their current supplies were as big as Silas was, but it would last him a week- they would probably need more than that. It would be better to have more supplies than to not have them. However, the xeno was already overloaded, so how would they get more? Obviously, Haliton would need to pick up the slack, but his pockets were already full and he needed to defend himself if anyone attacked him. 

Actually, no! Anyone who had enough balls to pick a fight with the giant, very scary, xenos was someone who wouldn't care if Haliton had his hands full, so he just stacked his own arms with supplies. He asked “please walk with me.” and began walking back home. 

When they got back, he realized that she was way too big for his home. That wasn't a problem, but he had already done all this planning to accommodate them, so it didn't feel right to just abandon them outside of his home. It didn't feel right to put them in the same smelly filth with the corpses. 

So it was off to somewhere else- and the best candidate was the home ms. Lucatian had shown him. It took a longer, much more dangerous route, but they made it there nonetheless. Surprisingly, there was a door that Haliton had to put his supplies into the xenos’s hands- eliciting another of those strange, alien noises- before opening them with a code he learned when he first visited. 

When the door creaked open, Haliton was hit with the stale odor of various fluids that hadn't seen the less stale air of the walkway. Walking forward, he beckoned the xenos further in, before shutting the door behind both of them, casting both of them in total darkness. 

Stumbling around, Haliton clicked on the lights, briefly blinding himself in the explosion of light. The room was dilapidated, with the tapestries in tatters, the floor scattered with all kids of refuse, and the smell of incense long replaced with stale, horrible air. 

Flicking on the ventilation system, Haliton welcomed the now-flowing air against his skin. He found a table, a large one that would easily support a dozen people eating at it simultaneously, and directed the xenos to put their spoils on it. 

“Welp, welcome home? I mean, it's neither of our homes, but it's going to serve as shelter for our foreseeable future.” Haliton greeted. He noticed how they were still supported by their sharp-bits, which was damaging the floor below them. “Please don't use your… upper limbs here. Use your middle ones.” 

They quickly got onto their hand-limbs with a thud, which sent a shockwave that briefly staggered Haliton. Regaining his footing, he noticed how there was a trail of much between the door and where the xenos now stood- they were dragging in all kinks of muck into here! 

He needed to clean them up, and thankfully he had just the supplies to do it… but not the area. He needed a washbin to get the filth away from the floor, and he guessed there was one nearby. Opening up nearby doors, he found all kinds of objects he didn't understand. 

After opening the final door, he found another xenos! This one was soaking in water- the sheer decadence of that act alone made Haliton’s skin crawl, but they were very… traditionally attractive. Thin waist, big boobs and flawless skin. That didn't interest Haliton, nor did their purple skin, nose piercing, or crazy rainbow hair. Any other features were below the bubbly waterline, and he was unable to make them out. 

“Hey! C’mon in, the water’s nice!” They greeted. 

“Uh… I’m trying to find a bath for someone else.” Haliton commented. “So… no thanks.” 

“Aw, that's ok. Your friend can use this.” They emerged from their pool, letting the water cascade off of them. Several things were revealed to Haliton in that moment, most of which began and ended with the giant crab claws that ended her arms. Also she was but-naked, letting him see she was basically human with a different skin tone beyond that. It wasn't a particularly impressive body, but Haliton could appreciate how the water made nice waterfalls off of them. 

“I- I’ll let you get dressed.” He said, turning around to step out. 

“Nah, just call in yer friend. I’ll help them clean up.” They responded, moving so they touched dry-ish land. 

Once Haliton had called his… companion(?) in, the other xeno’s face lit up. “I didn't know your friend was a Tyranid! Oh, and she's even gotten cursed by us!” They immediately exclaimed upon seeing the other xenos. 

“...what?” Haliton was confused, but he gently guided the ‘tyranid’ in. 

“Oh, have you not been outside for the past while?” They asked, gathering all sorts of washing supplies. 

“Yes. I’ve been locked in my room for the past 3 days because there was a shootout!” Haliton declared, gradually submerging them into the pool. It barely fit them, meaning water was cascading out in all directions. 

“Well, that ‘shootout’ was more… elaborate foreplay.” They responded, dumping their armload onto the soaking floor. “I’m part of the Beyond Four-armed Emperor sect, which preaches that the Emperor is four-armed and encourages all kinds of love. Recently, the entire world hasn't been getting regular food supplies, which was lead to conflicts over the stockpiles. That lead to us doing an emergency ritual- one on those chosen to bear the curse of the multitudes had written in their DNA- to summon guardian angels from on high to help us in these dire times. And it worked.”

“Okay… so why has everything been getting worse?” Haliton asked, starting to apply some products to the ‘tyranid’. The muck seemingly sloped off of them, with what looked to be natural parts of her body just sliding off at the slightest provocation. 

“Well… the ritual was a success, but the thing is, they were combat angels that were built to fight and consume, not make love and provide. So we had to use another ritual, which your painting was a focal point of, to help them in their journey. Now that we've done that, we’re just allowed to do whatever.” They tried to apply some product of their own, but the ‘tyranid’ just seemed to shift away from them- which got Haliton very wet from the waist down. “So that leads me here, as I was taking a vacation until you two rudely interrupted me.” 

“Sorrry? I just didn't have anywhere else to go with this,” he gestured at the massive hulk of meat between them, “didn't leave me with many options.” 

“I mean, it's just not how I would like to be spending my time mr.- what's your name?” They deflated.

“Haliton, he/him.” Haliton responded, starting to get a good portion of his side covered while they hadn't even started theirs. “Yours?”

“Mosha. Any.” They quickly responded, before doing a double- take. “You’re Haliton?!” They exclaimed, dropping their supplies. 

“Yes.” Haliton responded, picking up a sponge to start scrubbing off the filth. 

“OMG, you're one of the artists of the ritual! I cannot express how amazing it is to meet you in person!” They exclaimed, jumping up to get a good look at him. She had such an excited smile, it embarrassed Haliton because he hadn't had that kind of compliment before. 

Unfortunately, they made the tyranid jump back, bumping into Haliton. Doubly unfortunately, he had received a minor scrap on that exact spot. He immediately dropped to the ground in pain, feeling like his skin was sloughing off. Quickly he brushed it off, but it still hurt like hell. 

“You ok?” His new companion asked. 

“Yeah, I’m okay now. Just soap-burns are the worst.” He said, steadying himself. Then he saw the area he just washed without any filth. It had a gash running through it, with several much smaller lacerations running throughout the cleaned area. 

“Fuck.” He commented, scrambling up to get all the soap off of her open wounds. But as he slopped more filth off he saw more and more webbing scars. 

“Hey, can you help me over here?!” He asked, the panic expediting his voice. 

“What's wrong? Didn't you clean yourself off- oh.” They looked at the wounds. “I'm surprised she was able to get into the bath.

“I think we should get her out, she’s probably in utter agony.” He commented trying to brush the soap off. 

“Well… that explains a bit, but I think it's more prudent to still clean her.” They commented, moving back to continue the cleaning.

“What!!? And let them suffer like that?” Haliton declared. 

“If we don't clean the wounds, they'll get infected. The amount of just stuff directly in their wounds is all kinds of contaminated, and it was enough to hide the wounds, it has all kinds of things.” They explained. “So it's best for us to clean them out now, rather than basically guarantee a slow, painful death.” 

“...if you say so.” Haliton resumed his cleaning efforts, which produced amazing results if he said so himself. After a long time of pushing and pulling, cleaning us the wounds he knew were agony. He felt super bad that he was doing this to her, but it was that or she get infected.

But the thought of why she lay there in the filth in the first place gnawed at Haliton’s mind. 

“Welp, she doesn't want me around anymore.” Mosha commented, with the tyranid biting in their general direction. “I'm going to go read a book, get back to me where she's ready to have bandages applied.”

Haliton understood the intent, but was cautious. The only areas not clean was her boobs and loons. Which was a problem, since she was probably still angry at him from earlier and he didn't even want to know what would happen if he touched her privates. 

“Hey, could you try doing the last parts yourself?” He asked. A groan was his response. 

“Well, I can't do it since you’d get all pissy at me.” He commented, but she responded by cocking her head, then shaking it. 

“...you weren't angry at me?” He asked, which she nodded to.

“Then what were those noises for?” Haliton asked. She blinked. 

“Well… I’m glad you're not angry at me, but I need to clean them.” Haliton told her. She cupped her breasts up and almost offered them to him. 

Okay, that was nice. He just did the same things he did everywhere else on her boobs, except he was extra gentle. She continued to make the same deep, resonant sound except this time it increased and increased until Haliton could see ripples in the water. 

“Okay, how are your legs feeling?” Haliton asked. “Are they dirty, are they clean?” 

She lifted a leg up so he could assess, and while it had been soaking in the water, the water had not removed all the filth.

“I think that needs cleaning, do you?” Haliton looked her in the eyes. When she showed her confusion, he nodded up for yes, and down for no.  She nodded her head up and down, which gave Haliton the go-ahead. 

“Could you please lay down for me?” He asked, which she did by creating tidal waves on the opposite side. That still left her legs below the water’s surface. “Could you lift your legs up?” 

She did, letting the water just cascade down her legs. They were still filthy, despite being submerged in cleaning solution for the past while. He could see where she was hurt at the very least- which was better than everywhere else. 

Also, she had put her legs on the lip of the bathtub. Haliton tried his best not to admire the sexy foul xenos, but he couldn't help it while he was cleaning her legs. 

She was half-submerged in the water, with suds all over the surface except where she had laid down, giving Haliton an unimpeded view of her entire self. In the dim phosphorescent light glancing off the water, which highlighted her form better than Haliton would’ve liked to admit. Though those highlights defined her shap, giving Haliton a clear idea of her structure. Lowest legs had two knees- one the same as his, the other reversed. Scars criss-crossed her body, underneath the bright streaks of open wounds. They both reflected the light slightly differently, with the blood reflecting more while the were duller. He didn't see anywhere that wasn't occupied by either a scar or wound, even below the slightly shimmering waterline. Her breasts, floating weightlessly on the water, was what was causing the waterline to shift with her breathing. 

She looked so beautiful, completely relaxed in the luxury of water. Haliton was trying his best to be a soldier of the Emperor, but she looked so tranquil in the water and the eroticism of the situation was a lot. 

So he decided to focus on his efforts- he pushed the brush up and down, feeling the layers of built-up scum gradually wore down. He smelled the nose-stinging odor of the products, and began picking out sounds from his environment. There was the dull hum of the lights, and her beathing. There was the subtle sound of rippling water, sometimes it crashed over the lip splashing onto the ground. Some other noise was there, coming from her, a deep animalistic sound that seemed much sharper than anything he had previously heard from her. 

“Are you hurt?” Haliton asked, briefly stopping his cleaning efforts. She nodded no, and the noises stopped. 

“Do you want me to continue?” Haliton asked. He didn't get a definitive yes or no this time, she just stared at him. Making an executive decision, he continued cleaning. The sludge slopped off her in messy chunks, a dense sludge of both cleaning product and filth. 

He continued down her legs, brushing away filth on the area between her first and reverse knee. He had to lift it up because it was where she was resting her leg to clean the underside. The wounds ran even there he noticed, probably causing her so much agony. 

Consider this, he got a small towel and placed it under her legs to give her something more comfortable to rest them on. 

He moved even further down after that, starting to clean her upped knee. Gradually he worked his way down into the pool itself, onto her thigh. It was harder to clean her down there, since he needed to reach down and basically lean into the tub to clean her. 

He accidentally leaned in too far and got product into his cut, causing him to flinch and yelp in pain. When he opened his eyes again, she was right in front of him, holding his gaze. He heard how the water cascaded down her form, a tulmotous tide being formed by her merely standing up. 

“I’m ok. It's just the cleaning product hurts a bit.” Haliton assured. “Now… could you turn around?”

Sloshing all the water around with her mass, she presented her dirty, but shapely, ass to Haliton. He carefully pressed it, carefully pulling the fat with his gentle cleaning. He had to work down still, this time creating a thinner and thinner line of muck across her behind until the only patterns you could see were the scars and cuts. 

“Turn around now.” Haliton commanded, since he had neglected the front-side. Haliton had seen her privates before, yes. But it was different now, with him having to clean his part of her off. Her privates were what Haliton expected of a woman, since he had spent some time learning about how bodies worked. 

But now he was touching it, coaxing all the filth of it off it while the hairless form shimmered in the light. It was much more fleshy than the rest of her, maybe the same skin-texture her boobs were. This was a contrast to the rest of her harder skin- well, her skin itself wasn’t hard, it was more a thin layer over some much harder materials. And sometimes, when he stretched in a little too much (he could tell by how she murmured when he did it), he was some kind of deep, fleshy wound underneath the skin-flaps. Thankfully it looked like it had scared over and wasn’t bleeding, unlike several other wounds she had. 

His hand slipped, and suddenly he was pressing right up against her privates- directly, no barrier to the contact. She tensed like electricity had just jolted through her system. He felt how skin-like this part of her was, little different from how his own skin felt when it was considerably wet.

He took his hand away to stop hurting her, but she immediately pushed his finger back onto her. Her grip was firm, and Haliton could feel how strong she was beneath the slight pressure she was putting onto him. She huffed and panted, taking enormous effort Haliton assumed to be towards making sure she didn’t snap his arm off. She made various other noises, threatening noises Haliton couldn't quite decipher. They sounded like growls, or ourrs, or some other deep noise Haliton couldn't place. He knew, logically, she wasn't hurting because of this, otherwise she would let him stay off. 

But he thought she was just letting off some steam- she'd been in pain for over an hour now, surely she must be biting at the bit to let even a little of it off. Maybe her privates were just a little too much, so it was either she went insane or held him on her privates to release the built-up agony she had accumulated. 

Eventually, she let go, allowing Haliton to continue cleaning her. He noted how cool everything felt now, her privates being a well of heat. He scrubbed and scrubbed until she was spotless all over. She even stopped making noises in the last parts!

“Okay, please come out of the tub now.” Haliton asked. She did, making water splatter onto the floor while her massive form got out.

Haliton took a moment to admire his handiwork. She looked glazed in the light, her brilliant colors now able to shine in the light. He could even tell what colors she was besides her scars- her main body was this purple-tinged white, while the hardest parts of her was this dark, night black, purple. Her joints were all this deep red, while her scars were a molten shade. 

Haliton hated how her most vibrant color was the crimson of her wounds, though he wouldn't admit it aloud. She was a filthy xenos, and good citizens like him wouldn't ever feel sympathy for the enemies of the emperor. 

Then he got to drying her off. She couldn't do this herself either, since her hands couldn't really hold a towel in an effective manner, so it fell to Haliton to dry her off. It was significantly easier than the cleaning, but he didn't have an assistant so it was significantly more time-consuming than washing her. 

Gradually he worked his way down, drying off her top shell before working his way down to her top shoulders, then her head. She barely moved even as he was drying off her face, being made almost inanimate throughout his process. 

Haliton still avoided her boobs though- he opted to dry her back down, down down until he branched out to her arms. It was actually the hardest part to dry off, because he was creeped out by how the parts were supposed to be moving, but they simply didn't. 

After that experience, he cautiously started to dry off her boobs- which she reacted to with the same noise, but he was able to get it over with fast enough it didn't last long. 

Then he needed to move down. He dried off her considerable ass, which felt like a big glob of fat- Haliton had touched it a few moments ago to make it clean, it was hard as metal then but now it was inordinately squishy. And malleable, which led Haliton to see she didn't have a buthole. 

The xenos were full of many mysteries, that was for sure. 

Haliton gradually moved around to her front, drying off her privates now. They were very, very wet, and Haliton concluded that some water had gotten into her wound, which would he would need to dry off too.

She also started to make that noise again, as he brushed her privates clean of moisture again and again. When he decided to move away from her privates, she moved his hand back. He assumed this meant she really really wanted all that water out, and who was he to deny her?

“Good fucking damnit, just fuck already!” Moashe burst into the room.

Haliton quickly dropped his towel while jumping into her space- which she quickly covered him up, almost by reflex. 

“W-what do you mean fuck? I- how?” Haliton questioned. 

“As a daemonette I can sense angel’s emotions, and there's no was you’re not trying to tease her!” Mosha explained. “I mean, you took so long on her pussy! There is no other explanation for that!” 

“I was just drying off her privates! There was so much water stuck in there it kept coming out!” Haliton shot back. 

“How does water go up her pussy but not her asshole? Huh?!” Mosha fired off. 

“She doesn't even have an asshole!” Haliton answered. 

Mosha recoiled, blinked, then leaned forward and asked, “Is it true you don't have an asshole?” 

The xenos currently holding Haliton slowly nodded. 

Mosha was confounded. “I- I would think you would have some way to do that. Huh.” 

“...what were you yelling about again?” Haliton asked. “There was a lot of water in her privates.” 

“...did you receive any amount of sex education?” Mosha asked him this time. 

“No, I’m a factory worker. We don't get any education.” Haliton explained.

“And you haven't seen a pussy until now?” She questioned. 

“No, I’ve seen them in the shower.” Haliton answered. 

Mosha facepalmed with her claws. “Slaanesh below, I thought we were supposed to be the degenerates.” She raised her head to see Haliton. “Okay, so when a pussy is very excited, it starts to lubricate itself. This is usually due to someone touching it, which you were doing. So you were just creating more work for yourself.” 

“That's strange.” Haliton commented.

“Well it's quite normal for every species to lubricate itself. In fact, it would be weird for sex having organisms to not lubricate themselves, since you don't wanna fuck dry- unless you like your cocktail chaffed. Which, fair enough." Mosha explained. "Though that's hard to do with a pussy, since again almost any stimulation would make them produce lubrication. I would recommend assholes if you're into that.”

“She doesn't have one of those- wait, why would she be wanting sex?” Haliton pivoted.

“Because she has a huge crush on ya, duh.” Mosha answered. “Well, not a crush per-se, but her tyranid half is basically hard-wired to protect someone and her human half is wired to constantly seek out the perfect mate, which means you're the sexiest person she has ever seen.” 

“...okay. And I’ve been turning her on?” Haliton asked. 

“Obviously! I mean, why did you think I left, because I was some prude?” Mosha rhetorically asked. “I mean, I thought you were trying to turn her on with how you were actin!”

“What did I do?!” Haliton panicked a little.

“Nothin wrong, dat’s for sure.” Mosha answered. “But right now? I’m incredibly annoyed by how you’ve been teasing her nonstop for hours now and you weren't willing to finish the job.”

“Hey! Now I never said-” 

Mosha’s evil smile clued him in real quick as to what she was about to do next. “So you are willing to get nasty with a xenos?” 

Haliton shrunk down a bit, not verbally saying his answer. 

“Eh, don't worry about it. I’m sure she'll be right there whenever you're willing to say yes.” Mosha commented. “Though you’ve clearly gotten well-acquainted with her anatomy now.” 

“....I guess?” Haliton responded. 

“Anyway, when you're done faffing about I have you two a room- cleaned the walls and sheets n’ everything.” Mosha continued, before giggling to themselves. “Though you absolutely must understand, I just didn't have the time to clean more than one bed. I’m sure you won't mind.” 

“Okay, let us just finish.” Haliton agreed, which gave Mosha a very smug look on her face. “What did I say?”

“Okay, let us finish.” Mosha repeated back to him in a mocking tone, before laughing their ass off outside of the bathroom. 

—

Haliton had to bandage her up- apply gauze here, some printed cloth here, then gradually wrap up her worst so that they wouldn’t bleed though. All in all, pretty quick and dirty, but he didn’t have the experience to do much better.

They sat down on the massive bed, the xenos straining the metal frame underneath her weight. It wasn't bending, for whatever reason but the metal creaked as she settled on it… then didn't protest further. 

The mattress was another story, which dipped down into a steep slope around her. Haliton wasn't being sucked down by this, because he was doing the sensible thing and sitting on the other end of the bed. 

Haliton hadn't really thought this far ahead when he led her here. He just kinda assumed that they would use separate, ratty beds because that was what decent folks did. But now there was only one great bed and no other beds to speak of. This put him in a real situation, because they couldn't both lay out into the bed without touching each-other, and that just wouldn't do! Yeah, he had touched literally every part of her before, but it was vastly different when in bed. 

He just couldn't touch her in this situation! He didn't want to prove the foul xenos right, he didn't want to give this xenos any intimacy, he wanted to serve the emperor. 

But she was right there tempting him. Her massive curves were so difficult to ignore, especially when he already had touched the forbidden fruit before. That was heresy- he shouldn’t have done that! His hands were forever tainted with xenos filth, both literally and metaphorically!

If he didn’t cut off his hand soon, he wouldn’t ever see the great paradise the Emporer had made for them! This wicked temptress wouldn’t get him! She was there, sitting! Obviously everyone knows that sitting is the most provocative pose! 

It was all on her, there was no way he could be feeling emotions for this foul xenos! No way in all the Emporer’s Light!-

Oh. Oh. Oh no, he made the mistake of looking back at her. She was very very hot. And he… was interested in her. Sexually, he was sexually interested in the xenos. What horrors that the Emperor of Mankind was protecting them from! How low could he fall! 

He was beguiled, tricked into believing these foul- horribly attractive- xenos could possibly be a good partner. They were always scheming, trying to deceive the good servants of the emperor into moral degradation. 

He looked back at her- she was obviously displaying herself by sitting like that. That straight-backed, ready to spring position was by far the sexiest pose Haliton could think of! 

“Stop trying to seduce me!” Hamilton declared, pointing an accusatory finger at her. 

She turned around and cocked her head, completely perplexed. 

Hamilton took a moment for that to sink in. Then another. Finally he put down his finger and asked; “What.. have you been thinking about?” 

She shook her head. 

“You.. haven’t been thinking?” Hamilton asked. “This entire time?” She nodded. 

“You weren’t trying to seduce me?” He questioned, she nodded, probably having no idea what he was talking about. 

Oh no, she would be terrifying when she tried to actively seduce him. He had to neutralize this threat now, while she wasn’t trying but how to do that? He couldn’t hurt her, nor could he report her to the Arbities. Her offers of titillation would be irresistible, there would be nothing he could do against them. He had to disarm her somehow…

Well, what better way to make sure he didn’t get tempted by her, other than to already try it and finding it unreasonable. That was clearly the best solution to this problem. 

“Hey, can I touch your boobs?” Haliton asked, since those were the most tempting targets. Nothing was more tempting on her body than the giant orbs of flesh, so after he was done touching them- and emperor forbid whatever came after that- She nodded, giving him permission. 

Haliton reached out, feeling up her breasts. She made a slight thrilling noise, one Haliton assumed to be of pleasure. He gradually squeezed them, relaxing as he explored around without the cleaning supplies and filth between them. They were soft, and yielding to his ministrations. 

She nearly touched his arm, but stopped a little before touching them. Haliton looked up, which made both of them lock eyes for a moment. Haliton nodded, letting her gently grab his arms. He felt how hard and powerful they were as they gently guided him to a particular spot at the front of her boobs. 

Haliton took the signal and started massaging that spot, and his fingers caught on some kind of opening. He moved his hand away, since he didn't want to hurt her. She stopped him, pushing his hands back to the ridge. He followed her instructions, kneading the spot while she gave delightful thrums. 

She released his arms, moving hers towards Haliton until her arms were just in front of his chest. He shook his head, and she moved her hands away from him. He moved closer, taking his hands off of her for a moment to gently guide her hands to his back. 

The silence was broken when they both heard fabric rippling and Haliton felt cool air against his back. 

Immediately she moved at a frightening speed, quickly making the metal groan as she unsat from the frame and got to Haliton’s back. Haliton assumed it was the end, this was when she finally unleashed her true xenos nature and killed him! She had smelled blood, and he was just done groping her- there was no way she didn't resent him, didn't want him dead! She didn't know what she was doing, she was some alien, some abomination that defied all human logic, great emperor why didn't he listen to her warnings!

The panic subsided, and Haliton heard her make a high wine. He turned around and saw that she was trying to clumsily handle bandages. Even time she failed and they fell to the ground, she would let out a yelp that was much higher than anything he had previously heard. Thing was, Haliton didn't feel any pain. 

He stood up, at which point she let loose a new, fiercier, cry as she put her hands forward then stopped. Haliton shook his head, at which point she stopped and started to see if she was just lacking the energy for the bandages. The added energy seemed only to frustrate her more. 

Haliton saw himself in the mirror, but didn't see any wounds beyond the one done to his shirt. Maybe there was something being obscured by it? He tried to move the fabric of the shirt, but it seemed to only twist him into further knots. Should he take it off…? Well, the only other person in the room had been thoroughly naked the entire time they had seen each other, so the shirt wouldn't hurt. 

Briefly shimming out of it, he heard her make the most panicked sound as he did. When he was done, he saw her staring right back at him. Haliton realized she probably thought his shirt was part of him, so she just saw him take off his own skin. 

“It's okay, I’m fine.” He reassured her, moving her arms to his back. “You haven't hurt me, just ripped a shirt. It's not harmful, it's just some cloth I wear. Here,” he grabbed her arms, guiding her to his back. He felt her massive hands squish his skin, and realized she could easily kill him with a stray twitch. 

“You haven't cut me.” He noted, both to reassure her and him. He gradually maneuvered her hand down and around his body, letting her feel his unwounded skin. It was far from unblemished- nobody in the hive city was beyond scars. She gradually got more confident, working her hands a little bit further from his instructions, but she was undeniably focused on his back. 

He started to move his hands up her arms, feeling the massive muscles along them as he approached her lower shoulders. That was right next to her boobs, which he moved his hands to. 

She slowly grabbed his arms, before moving backwards. When his hands left her plush breasts, she tugged them back into place. He followed her lead, keeping his hands on her boobs the entire short, but awkward, trip backwards. She practically fell onto the bed, leaving it to scream under the sudden weight. 

When it settled down, he resumed rubbing her nipples. He watched her positively melt under his hands, gradually let all her muscles relax as her arms dropped to her sides. She then leisurely grabbed his arms. 

She pushed one of his arms down, leaving him to gradually trail behind on down her stomach. Even further than that, his hands went back to her pussy. He felt how it was every bit as wet as it had been in the bath, although it had a more viscous consistency. Gradually he started to feel it out, guided by her gentle cries whenever he did something pleasing to her. 

This drove his fingers deeper and deeper into her, drawing out more pleasant sounds in the meantime. He started to circle around her pussy, opening her up to fit more fingers in. She shuddered at this, by far the most significant reaction she’d had. He gradually moved one finger up and down, seeing how she didn’t react half as much. He moved another one, and this time she shuttered again. 

He continued to feel that area up, seeing how she buckled and groaned underneath his care. He learned there was this little nub of flesh she absolutely loved to have touched and caressed and pinched- 

She let out a howl, her pussy suddenly contracting and gushing out fluid while she grabbed his arm to still him. He froze, both out of fear and out of obligation, while she huffed and puffed in the meantime. The moment dragged on and on, him standing there while his hand was still in her dripping wet pussy. It was completely slick with the fluid, letting him feel the warm droplets dribble off of the back of his hand, taking a tiny amount of heat with them. Their gentle plinks were accompanied by the heavy, labored breathing she puffed out. 

Gradually she loosened her grip on his arm. He took this as a sign to leave her, pulling out his cooling hand to stop exerting her. She seemed to tighten her grip a bit, so he stopped and she relaxed in turn. 

She then trailed down his arm, scraping his arm with her claws all the way down. It didn’t leave any marks, even. When she got to his hand, she pushed it in. His hand squelched as it reentered, letting him feel her heat from the inside. He took this as a sign to start worming his fingers around again, particularly paying attention to that little mound of flesh. 

Her breathing got deeper, faster. She shook with every little movement he made, breath hitching as he pushed against her wet walls. He felt her tunnel contracting against him, pushing his fingers together while he spread her out. She was actively pushing him in all the meantime, making her passage quite crowded. 

Which wasn’t helped by her contractions, forcing his hand against hers. Her other hand started to reach out, giving him plenty of time to react. He flicked her nub back and forth in response, to encourage her. He saw how she shuddered when he did so, but she soldiered on to place her hand against his back. 

He felt her gently push him- her bony hand deformed his skin around it, but didn’t hurt him. He followed her guidance, stepping a little bit closer. He felt the hand flinch against his back as he wriggled inside her, but she kept him pushing forward. He took another step forward, adjusting his hand to keep a finger on her button while he got closer. 

He realized how close he was now, his face was little more than a finger from her boobs. She nudged him again, making him realize what she really wanted. He stepped forward, putting his free arm around her waist. He practically sank between her boobs, feeling how they deformed around him to get him access. Being the massive globs of fat they were, they were easily the softest, and by proxy most comfortable, part of her. 

And it was very comfortable to gradually be engulfed by them- having these soft, squishy parts of his partner come at him on all sides. They were very warm, and also very heavy. She pulled him even deeper, mimicking his action with both her arms. This finally put him up against her chest, letting her boobs gradually settle on him, the weight settling on his shoulders. They seemed to press him in even more, pressing in on both of his sides of his head. 

He looked up, and saw her admittedly kind of horrifying face. It was mostly the uncanny mixture of skin and shell. She tried to smile at him, which didn’t work because her mouth was filled with sharp teeth, making Haliton look down to not think about how quickly she could eat him. 

He concluded that the best way to protect himself was to make sure she was quite happy with his work, so he resumed his fingering. He immediately felt how she reacted, with her chest almost bucking him out while her arms squeezed him closer. He continued on that pace, avoiding her little nub so that she wouldn’t instantly crush him with her strength. 

He worked her up until she was panting, positively drooling over- nope, she was quite literally drooling on his head. This caused him to speed up, so he didn’t get eaten. This caused her to thrum in enjoyment, letting him continue at that pace for a few more minutes. 

Not getting too comfortable this time, he started to casually caress her nub, gently rubbing it with a spare finger. Each one caused her to subtly flinch, shifting the weight her breasts put upon his shoulders. After that he decided to actually start really baraging it with stimulation, flicking it every which way while she couldn't catch her breath. She was absolutely clinging onto him, her breathing continuing to hitch and hitch until it was an animalistic noise that Haliton could feel reverberating around him. 

Then she screamed, and every inch of her clenched Haliton. Her hips bucked against his hand, while her arms smothered him in her chest. After a moment she let up, then convulsed again, making her tunnel constried his hand and her breasts seemed to roll down his back. A pause, then another convulsion, another pause, then another muscle spasm, repeating and repeating…

Finally, she seemed to of calmed down after so long Haliton didn't bother to count. Her breaths were long and heavy, trying to simultaneously pull in all the air it could while exhaling just as much. Haliton just focused on that, figuring that if she was sufficiently exhausted enough she wouldn't have the energy to eat him. 

He gently felt her exhalations on his scalp, he responded by burying his head deeper into her cleavage. He felt her gently place her head atop his, and squeeze him with her arms. Haliton started to relax a little bit, letting the adrenaline from fighting for his life flow out of him. 

He finally felt a warm wet sensation on his leg and backed up to look down. 

She had soaked his pants with her juices- and Haliton wasn’t keen on having a bunch of miscellaneous fluids soak him throughout the night, so he used his free hand to unbuckle and let the loose-fitting garments drop down onto his feet. He felt the air move around his now-naked body, how her nethers were a little hotter than the surrounding air. 

He then noticed something about her breathing- it was noticeably faster than it was before. Not a lot faster, but enough for him to notice. Looking back up, he tried to avoid her smiling maw of teeth. He chose to see her eyes focused on something below him through the tunnel of flesh between him and her. Following her gaze, he realized that she was looking at his half-hard cock. He felt some shame in him bubble up, getting hard at an alien’s 

But that shame quickly abated when he felt her grab his buttocks.

Her hand was hard, but she wasn't gripping him more gently holding it. She shifted her force, moving him up so their crotches met. This required him to be suspended a little bit in the air, but she seemed to realize this and opted to sit him down on the bed, with her standing above him. 

She paused slightly, holding herself above him but only really shifting her weight. It didn't take long for Haliton to conclude that she was waiting for permission. He considered, but eventually subtly nodded his head. Then she started to gyrate her hips, mushing his cock against her warm wet entrance. She practically slathered his cock in her warm lube, having  it shimmer when Haliton could see it. She let his cock slide between his folds, leaving the tip exposed in the cooler air. Then she shifted, leaving the tip nestled within her while leaving his base exposed, then back up again. 

This slow sliding motion provided enough stimulation to get his cock as erect as it could be. That's when she changed tactics- she moved to the end of his cock, before letting it drop out of her a little bit. She paused again, waiting for her confirmation. 

Haliton was curious what she was thinking about doing, so he nodded. She then rammed him into her, bringing herself so far onto him he felt her underside with his balls. She then painstakingly backed up a little bit more, before gently gliding back to her first position. She then went back out, and repeated this process. Haliton found this entire ordeal very pleasurable, especially when she started to move further back along his cock. 

That was when the fun really ramped up, with her speeding up slightly to keep the same rhythm. He groaned in pleasure, grabbing her to steady himself. This didn't discourage her, He heard her groans too, small but noticeable. By his estimation she was coming to about 3/4ths of his cock out, absolutely hammering herself down onto his prick. 

They both started to moan now, their bodies colliding in wet slaps as she continued to pick up the pace. He felt so good as she continued her motions, not fully realizing that she was slowing down a little bit to before colliding. 

Any conscious thoughts were gradually eroded away by her quickening pace- the only things he could think of were coming out as babbles, with her babbling just as much. They had formed a very loud cacophony of their shared voices, with her deep grumbles and high-pitched shrieks being complimented by his noises of pure delight and the wet slaps their combined bodies produced. 

She had started to get more reckless in her speed- bracing herself against the table while moving as fast as she could against him. She was close, he could feel tension in her pussy, but could hear it more in her vocalizations. He wasn't able to fully comprehend what that meant, he was blissed out and letting her do almost whatever while he held onto her. She pushed, skewering herself on his cock, bringing about her climax. 

Her pussy clenched around his cock, rhythmically squeezing it while yet more fluid burst out of it. She moaned with each breath, and Haliton let out a few squeaks while cooling down himself. The fluid was still gushing, and her pussy was still working around him but her breathing was deeper, steadier while no moans escaped her lips. Even her pussy had calmed down, no longer emitting fluid or pulsating as much. 

Then she squeaked, as an aftershock hit her and her pussy tensed around him and squirted all over him yet again. 

After that they both sat there, letting the exhaustion catch up to them. Haliton finally felt how truly exhausted he was, even after doing so little activity. His muscles ached, his bones felt endlessly heavy. His breathing was much more ragged, he felt how his lungs ached for air. A slight tingling sensation was spread throughout his body, while the soft comfort of the sheets was far outweighed by the sticky cold they provided. In fact, he would gladly welcome any amount of cold with how hot he was feeling. 

By the looks and sounds of it, she wasn't fairing much better- she was still breathing heavily and hadn't moved at all since her orgasm aftershock. 

But he had done it- he had gone the entire way with her, without so much as cuming! There was absolutely nothing she had over him now, and he could fully resist these fould temptations in the future!

… he just didn't have the energy to resist when she finally started to move again, peeling him off of the bed with her massive hands. He felt her heat emminate into him, and how practically his entire lower half was covered in her lube. The breeze against his loins and backside felt nice, as she carried him next to a wall while still being on a bed. She then settled down, the bed screeching out as Haliton did nothing while she positioned herself between the door and him. He didn't react when she got so close to him, and finally settled down and rested. 

He felt something gently slide across his cheek, and he looked to see her gently caress his face. Without any reaction, he closed his eyes and finally ended the long day. 

—

Mosha had sensed the new couple had gone to bed, she quickly stopped reading her book and hopped over to a communication panel. She tried to get the little numbers correctly, the problem was that it was designed for human fingers. Not human-hand sized crab claws. 

Put one thing in, be as accurate as you can be, and you still overstep it and you get a number you never intended! 

They got fed up, deciding instead to go and get a replica human finger (because she preferred them over dildos), hold that in her claw while punching in the code. This amazingly worked, and she was quickly talking to her accomplice. 

“Hey girlfriend! How’s your day been?” They cheerfully greeted her. They briefly listened to the person on the other side, before responding;  “Well, it’s actually got to be pretty interesting. Haliton came over! And just walked into my bath today!” 

A comment by their friend, making them giggle. “Why, that’s the best part- I didn’t fuck him because he was already taken!... Yeah, he absolutely did still believe in that malarkey, but he had pulled a Tyrant Guard too. She was looking real nice, with her massive milkies and beautiful scars. Too bad she only had eyes for her man.” Mosha commented. 

They were asked a particularly invasive question, responding with; “Oh, he was an absolute angel-fucker, even got hard at her teeth. And they did do it, but I won’t give you any details beyond that. I will give you details as to what happened before that.” They answered. “Well, he was super duper into the false teachings about the “foul xenos”, from what I overheard.” They explained. “Oh, but the best part is what she was thinking about. You know how Tyrant guards get when their charge isn’t in active need of protecting?... Oh yeah, that’s it. It was hilarious, you really should’ve been here! She was even thinking about him as her charge during the bath!” 

Mosha paused, letting them get a word in. “Oh? The bath? Well, she was absolutely filthy when she came in, and you know I had to get her cleaned up regardless of the charge’s vulnerability. Thankfully, she followed his orders, but unfortunately he only had low quality cleaners on hand.”

Another pause. “Oh you’re right! But by the angels, it was such amazing sensations! Especially when he decided to be a little coy with his desires. Uh huh, yeah. He wanted her for a looong time, but was too much of a coward to actualize on it… oh, that’s not even the worst part, I invited to help him apply the bandages, but he completely forgot about it!... ooooh, you’re so right! He probably wanted to do it by himself, got to touch her boobs n’ everything! Luck son of a… oh right, she was corrupted by the true emperor, really well too… yeah, like me! Except she actually has hands that are accommodated by the false emperor’s technology!... yeah, the sex was amazing to experience second hand too… oh she had plenty of orgasms, enough to stain the entire bed.” 

He let out a brief laugh at the response. “Nah, he didn't orgasm, or even really cum from the experience. Given how, shall we say, resistant he was over the entire interaction, it's not that surprising. Good thing they’ll have tomorrow to fix that!”