Fapfics (Warhammer High)

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Dirk, Cora, and Miranda

Dirk and Cora sat quietly on their respective bunks, Dirk on top and Cora on bottom. It had been a long day at school for the siblings and Corax was off at a meeting trying to argue against Dirk's suspension.

The silence was broken abruptly "Hey Dirk?" Cora called quietly. "Yeah?" He responded, staring at the ceiling and resisting the urge to lick the cut on his lip. "Why are you always getting into fight when the jocks make fun of me? You always get yourself hurt and dad always taught us not to rush in without thinking"

Dirk just sighed and swung his body around to look over the side of the bunk bed to look at his sister. "Dad also taught us to always look out for each other. You're my little sister and those guys deserved it." Dirk explained. Cora blushed and nodded without a sound. The two shared an awkward pause before the doorbell rang. Dirk's head jerked towards the door. "I got it" He said quickly before leaping off the top-bunk with a thud and walked out of the room. Cora bit-her lip and watched him go, yearning, wanting.

Dirk entered the living room. It was more of a study with the fireplace burning dimly and the fully-stocked bookshelves on either side. The large chair where his father usually sat faced the fireplace whose light he would use to read his books. He always argued that it was best to read where it was just bright enough to function.

Dirk trotted over to the door, his socks made little noise on the fluffy black carpet as he approached the door. He looked through the eye hole only to be surprised. Miranda was standing before the door, still in her uniform. Dirk undid the locks and opened the door cautiously. "Miranda? What are you doing here?" Dirk said surprised. She smiled shyly and shifted in her spot. "Oh well I wanted to see if you were okay. I heard about the fight." She said, fidgeting and adjusting her headband. Dirk chuckled and nodded. "Yeah I know you tried to warn me that I'd get beat up again. Come on in. My dad's not home so we can talk in the living room." Dirk explained as he swung the door open fully.

Miranda was nervous and froze for a moment before entering. Dirk closed and locked the door behind her before escorting her over to the couch. Miranda sat down slowly and smiled nervously, beads of sweat running down from her headband and across her face.

"Would you like something to drink? You look like you just ran a marathon." Dirk asked politely. "Oh yes please. Just some water. It's very hot out today and the school still hasn't fixed the AC unit." She explained. Dirk nodded and smiled. "Well they should have gotten Mr. Dorn to fix it!" He shouted from the kitchen. Miranda shifted on the couch and shook a little nervously, trying to stay calm. Dirk returned a moment later with an ice cold glass of water and sat down next to Miranda with it. "Here you go" Dirk said, handing her the glass. Miranda smiled and reached for it, so shaky was her hand that she accidental knocked it out of his hand and all over his face.

By now Cora had cracked the door to her bedroom and begun curiously spying on the two. Miranda stood up in panic and pushed her hands over her mouth. "Oh my Emperor, I'm so sorry!" She said. Dirk just chuckled and lifted his black t-shirt to his face, dabbing it off. "I'm fine. It's good to get a nice splash of water in the face from time to time." He said. Miranda had stopped listening as soon as he lifted his shirt and was instead looking at his wet abs. Dirk was very muscular and dashing. Her hands slid down from her face slowly as she looked over the cuts, scars and bruising. He she watched him, she couldn't help herself any longer. "Dirk..." she whispered sensually into his mind. Surprised, he jumped. and looked around. She was staring at him now and her hands had begun to caress her soft breasts through her uniform. Her other hand slid underneath her skirt and she leaned forward. "Kiss me..." she whispered into his mind. Dirk was unable to resist, he was unsure of what had come over her or him, only that his body was all of a sudden swept up in a torrent of arousal and compulsion.

Her will was too strong, Dirk was overwhelmed and threw his arms around her, shoving his tongue into her mouth and wrestling it around. Miranda moaned as her small form was pressed to his wet chest.

Cora looked on shocked and jealously as her brother embraced Miranda. She couldn't fight her hands away from her slickening sex. Jealousy and anger burned in her heart and she damned her body for reacting this way. She reached underneath her loose sweats and began furiously rubbing her hot slick pussy. She moaned out quietly as she watched the spectacle, wishing it were her out there.

Meanwhile Dirk lifted Miranda and tossed her down on the couch. She landed with a thud and quivered before him. "Not so rough..." she whispered into his mind. Dirk looked down on her quietly and then grabbed her by the hair, lifting her onto her knees. "What the-!?" She complained. It was only now that she realized her arousal had caused her hold on him to wain.

Dirk looked down on her, now back in control for the most part. He reached down and began undoing buttons on her shirt as she looked up at him nervously. "I-I'm sorry! I-I just..." She tried to explain. Dirk then suddenly tore her shirt open, frustrated with slowly unbuttoning it, and sent buttons flying all across the room. She shrieked in surprise as her red-lace bra was exposed, her nipples clearly erect beneath it.

Cora shivered and moaned, she never thought her brother could act so savage. He was always bold and up front about things. He would go so far as to stand up to father and teachers without a second thought. She never expected him to be so rough with a girl though. She couldn't deny that she didn't think it sexy though. Her fingers dripped as she continued to pleasure herself, an orgasm was imminent.

Dirk stopped for a moment and smiled. "I forgive you..." He said quietly. Miranda nodded and looked up at him, red in the face. She shrieked again as he reached down and unbuckled his black jeans. Miranda was shaking now, nervous and excited. She watched in eager anticipation as He slip his pants down and kicked them off. She gasped as her eyes fell onto his massive bulge. She could see his hard cock underneath his silky boxers, already throbbing in anticipation and just as eager as she was. Her hands shakily slid down to her growing wetness once again as she stared. He guided her head forward,still clutching her hair and pushed slid his boxers away, letting his massive throbbing cock fall against her eager lips.

Miranda looked up at him, eyes wide and face beat red. She groaned nervously as her lips slowly parted, letting the already present precum drip into her mouth and onto her tongue. She moaned, her hot breath causing his stiffened cock to twitch and drip on her lips even more. Her hands shakily pushed aside her wet, red-lace panties and in between her drenched folds. Dirk could wait no longer and pushed, with great force, into her mouth. Miranda's moans were muffled as she gagged on his length, her mouth quickly becoming sore from his sheer thickness. Dirk tossed his head back and groaned lightly. He never imagine it would feel so good and he never imagined he would be doing this with Miranda. He reached down and undid her bra, causing her large breasts to spill out against his legs and begin bouncing against him as he thrusted.

Cora let out an audible moan form the doorway as orgasm washed over her. She couldn't hold back anymore. He entire body writhed in ecstasy as she collapsed. Her wetness streamed down her leg and dripped onto the carpet as she lay there shivering.

Dirk reached down and began groping Miranda's supple breasts. His hand was no gentler than he and gripped firmly. Miranda cried out again in vain as her moans were once again muffled by Dirk's fat cock. Without warning he released his grip on her chest and hair and pushed her onto her back. His large and muscular form knelt before her, his throbbing cock standing firmly at attention as it loomed over her. Miranda was panting and trying regain her breath in between moans. With one swift motion, Dirk whipped off her panties and cast them into a dark corner of the room. Miranda looked up at him, her shyness and resistance long-gone, and spread her legs wide for him. Dirk smiled at her submission and pushed her skirt up, revealing her glistening, bald virgin pussy.

He leaned fore ward slowly and let his thickness rest on her eager cunt. His hands gripped her wrists roughly and pinned them above her head. His dark piercing eyes gazed into hers momentarily before he began roughly grinding her. She moaned and pressed her head back against the cushion. She squirmed under him pushed back against his cock, drenching it as he leaned down and pushed his lips to hers, once again shoving his tongue into her mouth.

By now Cora had risen back onto her knees and stripped herself naked. She roughly gripped her juicy breasts and teased herself with her other hand, intent on milking as many orgasms out of her body as it would allow.

Dirk could tease himself no longer and slid his hips backwards a bit. Miranda groaned loudly on his lips and braced herself. With a swift thrust, Dirk stuffed the head of his cock into Miranda's wetness. She ripped her lips away from his and arched her back, letting out a loud moan as her entered. He continued to thrust forward, stuffing inch after inch into in of her tight, inexperienced body. Miranda's cries sent him into a frenzy as he did so. He released her wrists and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her to him. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her head to his shoulder, biting down and moaning in pleasure and agony.

Cora watched from the door and couldn't resist stuffing one of her tiny fingers into her own virgin hole. Her sopping wet pussy made audible as she began thrusting herself. Her other hand squeezing roughly on her chest and pulling at her nipples.

Miranda wrapped her legs around her lover and pulled him in deep as he thrust. Her arms followed suit as they wrapped around his neck and held tightly. Her body was aching and writing but the pleasure was undeniable. "Fuck me baby. Harder!" She demanded. Dirk groaned into her ear as he continued to pump in and out. His thrusts were loud, hard and each one pushed as deep as her body would allow, beating against her walls and stretching her in every direction. Miranda's body shuddered as her ravaged her and all that she could manage was to hold on with all her strength.

Cora continues plunging her own finger in and out of her, wishing it was her out there. "Oh Dirk..." she moaned quietly to herself. She closed her eyes tight and imagined her fingers was his fat cock and the hand on her chest was his. She had long yearned to be fucked by her brother but could never work up the courage to do so or even propose it. She opened her eyes once more to watch the action before painfully forcing a second finger into her tightness, setting off a second orgasm and causing her to bite down on her own to keep silent. Even as she drew blood she could feel nothing but pleasure as she began to writhe once again.

Dirk struggled to keep his orgasm at bay. Her walls squeezed him tight as he continued to stuff her. Miranda was almost at climax as well and her body was near breaking point. As Dirk continued to plow her, her grip on him tightened painfully and she issued a high-pitched moan. her orgasm washed over her, causing her body to shake as he gripped him and her slick, tight walls to writhe in pleasure, massaging Dirk's cock and pushing him over the edge. His eyes shut tight and gripped her just as tight, his cock hilted inside her. He erupted without a second though, his hot cum barreling into her and filling her to the brim. She released her grip as he did and fell limp in his arms. Her psychic powers no longer under control, the doors in the house all slammed open simultaneously, revealing the nude Cora in her doorway pleasuring herself to her brother. Dirk's orgasm continued as Cora darted swiftly from the doorway, not sure if she'd been spotted. His seed ran deep inside Miranda and split out onto the couch below. The two lay the panting, sweat, cum and other bodily fluids soaking the couch.

Dirk was the first to recover and rolled onto his back, pulling Miranda on top of him and pulling her to his chest, cock still hilted inside her. Miranda looked up at him slowly, clearly exhausted, and smiled weakly. Dirk continued to pant and met her gaze. He tried to think of something to say but nothing came to mind. He simply smiled back and pressed his lips to hers once again, this time gently and holding it for a few moments. Miranda shook on top of him and sighed contently when he pulled away. She placed her head on his chest and smiled to herself as her senses came back to her.

Several moment's passed as the two processed what had just happened before Miranda finally spoke. "I-I uhm... that was... amazing." She said shyly, tracing imaginary circles on Dirk's chest. "Sorry about the mess..." She added. He let out a slow chuckle. "Yeah it's okay, I'm gonna have to get rid of this couch and figure out a way to explain all the dents in the walls. I'm pretty sure the deadbolt pulled out a section of the door frame too." Dirk said half-jokingly. "I think I'm more worried about what you're dad is going to do to me when he finds out... and what MY dad is going to do to me." Dirk said with a chuckle. Miranda finally sat up and slid off of him. "Dirk... I-I won't let anything happen..." She said, pulling her shirt back on. Dirk just smiled as he pulled on his pants. "It's alright, don't worry yourself about it" He said bravely. The two pulled all their cloths back on, Miranda having to stuff the lower half of her shirt into the waistband of her skirt for lack of buttons. "I-I better go..." She said quietly. Dirk stood up, pulling his wet shirt back on and escorted her to the door. The two shared a short kiss before she quickly ran off.

Dirk spent the next several hours trying to fix the house. Repairing the locks, feeding the stained couch to the huge fireplace and attempting to fix the doorway best he could. Oddly enough, Corax wasn't home yet. Dirk had finally given up on repairing all the damage and slumped down against the wall. No sooner did his exausted body hit the floor than the door flew open. He looked at the hulking figure in the doorway, it was definitely father. Corax stepped in and surveyed all the obvious damage, ignoring his son for the moment before stepping in and locking eyes with him. The two shared an awkward stare-down and after a few long minutes Corax stepped into the room and moved to his chair, never none breaking eye-contact.

Corax eased into his seat and sat there quietly. He continued to stare for a moment more before finally speaking. "Well? Explain." His expression never changed as he awaited an answer. Dirk stood up using the wall to help him and leaned against it. "I got into an argument with Cora about interfering in her school life. I'll fix the damage myself before my suspension is up." Dirk offered. A weak lie Dirk thought to himself. As long as he kept his poker face on though, it should be believable. Another awkward and heavy moment passed before Corax spoke. "Your suspension has been rescinded, you are to return to school tomorrow and when you get home I expect you to replace my couch and fix my house. In addition, you are grounded for the next week and you must help your sister with her studies." He decreed.

Dirk nodded and silently headed for his doorway, only stopping when he once again heard his father's voice. "One more thing son." He began. Dirk twisted around so that he could see Corax. "Next time try not to have evidence on your person." Dirk was confused momentarily, reaching down and feeling his pockets. He looked back to Corax puzzled. "Nice Hickey." Corax said, cracking a smile. Dirk felt on his neck and shoulders until his hand fell upon a bite-mark. It was only then that he realized that Miranda's teeth had sunk into him during the act. Dirk froze in horror for a moment before quickly opening his door and disappearing into his room embarrassed. He could hear his father chuckling from the other room. He slumped down against his door and felt a vibration in his pocket. He whipped out his phone to see that there was a text from Miranda. "<3"

Furia and Hana

Stars exploded behind Hana's eyes as the blow connected. She should've seen it coming. The low strike was an obvious feint, there was almost no point in blocking it. By the time she saw the knee heading for her temple it was already too late to react. She had been drawn out. Baited. Her vision began to return as she regained her balance. Furia may be an overly aggressive fighter, but that doesn't mean she's a bad one.

Hana put her arms up again, signalling that she was ready to continue. Maybe Furia is psychotic, but she won't bother to use overkill in a friendly sparring match. She saw the grin on the redhead's face, it was the look of someone who was enjoying themselves far too much. She thought about the best way to wipe it away, but knew that however the fight progressed, Furia would just end up enjoying it all the more.

They closed on each other again, Hana striking first. Two quick blows to the stomach, followed by a sweep with her left leg. Her fists connected, but Furia gracefully glided over the follow-up. In response she sent a shin into the side of Hana's knee, causing it to give way. Hana rolled as she went down, scrambling to her feet about two metres from her opponent.

She used the small reprieve to inspect the other girl. Sweat glistened on her skin, almost perfectly mirroring Hana's own exertion. The thin clothing they wore, consisting of little more than a tank top and short-shorts, doing precious little to keep them cool. Her eyes drifted over Furia's exaggerated curves, admiring the view for a moment too long. He adversary noticed the hesitation and pounced. Literally.

Hana's wrists were caught firmly in the vice-like grip of her cousin. She allowed herself to fall backwards, attempting to place her foot in such a way as to send Furia flying over her. However, she forgot that sweat, while good for making a girl glisten, is also rather wet. Her foot slid off to the side, leaving it sticking out at a ninety degree angle to her other leg. This seemed to surprise Furia, she was clearly expecting the counter-attack to at least connect, likely allowing her to follow up with a thoroughly thought out flurry of blows.

As it was, they both landed heavily on the ground. Furia on top of Hana, although apparently they were both too surprised by the turn of events for either to capitalise on the position. For a moment, all they did was stare into each others eyes, forgetting the fight that was technically still going on. Hana's hands were pinned above her head by Furia, so she attempted to move herself into a slightly more comfortable position using only her legs and back. One leg, however, was wrapped around her opponent, it having come to rest there after slipping during the fall. As she moved, a sudden rush of euphoria shot through her. Furia clearly felt it too, given away by te way her eyes widened and hands gripped tighter.

She squirmed again, almost subconsciously. Pleasure coursed through them both again, causing Hana to arch her back and bite back a moan. Their bodies pressed together even harder, nerves almost ablaze with arousal. Furia beginning to writhe by herself, their bodies grinding together in a manner some may describe as 'obscene'.

Furia was moaning now. Quiet, but constant. It was begging to get irritating, such a low, raspy sound. Hana decided to kill two birds with one stone and jerked her head up suddenly, locking their lips together. She began to thrust her hips upwards more vigorously, her body screaming for more. Furia responded in kind, hips rocking forwards and back, grinding their scantily clad selves as if they were trying to start a fire.

Tongues wrestled for dominance within the kiss, mimicking the combat that precluded the current events. Furia's grip on Hana's wrists began to abate, her hands sliding down the bare arms ever so slowly. As they reached her shoulders, Hana moved her own hands to the back of her cousin's head, pulling her deeper into the kiss. One then broke away, almost moving of it's own accord down Furia's back.

She inhaled sharply as fingers danced their way down her sides, touching and caressing what seemed like every single nerve ending on their way. Her thrusts faltered for a moment, then resumed with increased veracity. In response, Furia groaned loudly, the vibration tickling the back of Hana's throat... (and that's all we got)

Miranda and Freya

There was a loud crash as Freya kicked in the door to the room, Freya was wearing her simple school uniform. Miranda was laying in her bed, wearing her plain red pajamas, startled awake by the crash. Other than an overcrowded bookshelf, empty desk and bed, Miranda’s room was empty. “What are you doing here?” shouted Miranda as Freya moved closer to the bed. Freya didn’t respond as she moved ever closer to the bed. Freya climbed into the bed, on top of Miranda. Miranda tried to push Freya off the top of her, but Freya’s strength was too much to bear. Freya grabbed Miranda’s arms and held them above her head, keeping Miranda pinned to the bed. Freya’s face moved in close to Miranda’s as Miranda struggled to escape the massive strength of the wolf princess. “No! Stop! Get off of m-“ Miranda’s words were cut short as Freya placed a long deep kiss on Miranda’s lips. Miranda struggled for only a few moments until she could no longer hold back her own desires. Freya loosened her grip and allowed Miranda’s arms free. Miranda grabbed Freya and pulled her close, and allowed her hands to start exploring Freya’s body. While never breaking that first kiss, Miranda’s hands found their way to Freya’s ass and squeezed. Freya broke the kiss, and looked deep into Miranda’s eyes and gave a smirk, while slowly beginning to lift Miranda’s shirt and exploring with her own hands.

Miranda gave no struggle anymore and allowed Freya to do whatever she wished. Freya continued to move down Miranda’s body and her tongue started to lick Miranda’s stomach right above her pajama pants. There was a knock on Miranda’s bedroom door. Miranda looked over to the door, not making any attempt to stop Freya, too overcome by the pleasure about to become her. She noticed that her door was still open and heard another knocking noise, but payed it no mind. Freya’s hands gripped the top of Miranda’s pajama pants and started to pull the down as her tongue followed the path downward. Miranda felt a flush of embarrassment, but was to overcome by the impending pleasure that she could do nothing about it. Miranda opened her mouth, but could only produce a moan of pleasure as Frey’s tongue reached her- Miranda was awoken again as Magnus the red burst into her room. Startled awake she looked up and in grogginess managed to utter “W-what?” “c’mon honey, wake up. You are going to be late for school” “Alright dad, I’ll be down in a sec.” “Well hurry up, you don’t have much time left before you have to leave.” Magnus said as she walked out of the room.

“Damn it!” She said to herself as she made her way out of bed. She quickly threw on her school uniform, which was laid out from the night before and headed into the kitchen where her father was sitting at the table and reading the daily Imperium newspaper. “I’m leaving, dad” “here, some money for lunch” “Thanks” (Travel) Miranda arrived at (Warhammer High) and makes her way inside. As she walks in she sees Freya, arm wrestling with one of the boys and proceed to nearly break the kids arm. “Wow, Freya’s boobs look kinda nice today. No! You need to stop thinking such dirty thoughts Miranda.” Miranda thought to herself. Freya notices Miranda standing there and runs up to her, Miranda blushing from memories of the recurring dream she had again this morning. “Hey Miranda!!” “Guh, you don’t have to be so loud, you are such a savage, Freya.” “Haha, yeah I guess.” They make their way to their respective classes and the morning passes by without anything special happening.

Miranda makes her way to the lunch room, buys her lunch and sits alone. Freya walks into the lunch room soon after and sits at the table with Miranda. Freya was always pretty popular with others, being the party animal she was. Always drinking or doing something stupid. Definitely the class clown. However she seemed to gravitate towards Miranda, and Miranda didn’t understand why. “Where’s your lunch Freya?” “Oh, I don’t have any money.” “you didn’t get any money when you left?” “Well, my dad gave me some beer money.” “So go get some lunch!” “I can’t, I spent it…on beer.”

• facepalm* “Here, just have some of my lunch, idiot.”

“Hey, there is someone I think I like. I think I’m going to ask them out.” Said Freya, with a small smirk on her lips. “Let me guess, he’s some big muscley ruffian like you with even less manners?” “Well, no, she’s—“ “She!?” Miranda blurts out, startled by this revelation. “Yeah, she’s quiet and kinda nerdy, and even though she is mean to me, she does nice things, like share her lunch with me.” “Um, uh”

Miranda says dumbfounded by this recent surprise. Miranda and Freya had been ‘friends’ for awhile, after Freya defended Miranda as a child. And even though Miranda always acted mean to her after the fact, Freya was always around somewhere (If she wasn’t drunk somewhere, which was often the case.) And even though Miranda always had reserved feelings for Freya, she never thought Freya would return the same feelings. “She sounds nice” Miranda said. “Miranda, Come to my house tonight we’ll talk about this after dinner.” Miranda was now Flush with embarrassment. “She never said it was me, no need to get your hopes up. She just wants your help with this other person.” She thought “Yeah that’s it, she can’t have feelings for me, at least not the same feeling I have.”

“Um I guess I can come over for dinner” “Good” said Freya, “We’ll meet after school, and walk there together”

End Chapter 1