Editing Macha writes a fapfic (section)

==A Night of Heresy (Part Two)==
“Go on…” purred Romelia, motioning for Violette to take the her place on the Farseer’s other side. The two Sisters removed the microbeads tormenting the eldar’s ears, only to begin a new barrage of swift attacks on them. 

At the removal of the flamer, the Farseer enjoyed a brief respite before the new barrage of sensations from her ears began driving her towards another skip across the warp. They were one of the few parts of her body which had an over-abundance of nerve-endings, meaning each tactile lick and nip was amplified all the more. Eyes fluttering, the Farseer’s gaze drifted backwards as she felt small hands grip her thighs. There, the smaller mon’keigh was posed, the tiny soldier between his legs all but scraping against her vulva.  Part of her wanted to scream and rage against the incoming violation, but the countless hours of mixed delight and pain had made a Dark Pact with her soul. 

“He’s hesitating…” whispered Violette, in between brief sucks at the eldar’s vulnerable ears. “Maybe he needs to hear how badly this witch wants him.”

“Mmmmm… perhaps you're right,” moaned Romelia, taking up one of the xenos’ tits and swirling it in between her fingers. “Do you think she’ll behave, though?”

Both Sisters stopped their all out attacks to stare into the Farseer’s eyes. Unable to speak due to the gag, all the eldar could do was nod pleadingly, begging the two Sisters with unbridled lust her eyes. 

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“Ohh…By Isha…” squeaked Macha, the wraithbone making a wet noise as it traveled through her inner canal. “I wish Taldeer had kept reading. She’s an expert on the mon’keigh’s breeding activities…”

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As soon as the gag was removed, the Farseer took a deep breath. The dull pain in her jaw was nothing compared to the feeling of the cool air filling her lungs, causing her to emit a sensual sigh. Before she could do more, though, the small mon’keighs soiled undergarments were draped over her eyes, the crotch section resting against her nose. The smell alone was enough to make her drool again, much to the Sisters’ delight.

“See, my child? She can’t even contain herself after getting a whiff of you,” teased Romelia, once again beginning her combined overwatch with Violette. 

All of this was enough to finally break down the last bastion of willpower in the boy’s mind. Gritting his teeth, he pushed his cock deep into the xeno's pussy. Though the Sisters’ tongues had ignored all armor, this new experience was capable of causing an overload in mere moments. Lost in the eddies of the pleasure churning against him, the boy’s eyes went blank as a small bit of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“Oooohh, look Sister Superior. I think he likes it!”

“Mmmhm, so does the xenos. Don’t you, witch?”

“I…Yes…Please…More…”  

It took a few moments for the boy to even realize that the women were talking, much less that the Sister Superior had moved behind him. “Look at him,” she whispered, leaning in to nip at his ear. “He can barely hold it in. Let your dear Sister help you…”

Using her hips to guide his, Romelia aided the choir boy in slowly thrusting in and out of the Eldar's alien pussy. If the boy was older and had sex before, he would had taken note that no human woman would be able to match the Farseer’s silken insides. It didn’t take long for him to hit his limit again, sending jets of hot semen inside the Farseer’s dripping pussy with a loud groan. This caused the xenos to bite her lip, balling her fists as the mon'keigh's seed swirled inside her. 

“Please…let me…I must… taste it…”

Violette smiled, then removed the underwear blindfold before stealing a kiss. “Here, you can help us clean the boy up. I’m sure he won’t mind…”

As the Farseer’s binds were undone, Romelia pulled the boy back, his dick coated in juices, both his and the Eldar's, and was dripping onto the floor. “Such a mess, and from one so young…you’re going to be my new favorite play-thing…” she moaned, licking his neck and furthering the cascade of sensations that had left him in a sea of bliss. Guiding him to take the eldar’s place on the table, she gently pushed him down and motioned for the xenos to get to work.

Kneeling down, the Farseer eagerly took up the juicy organ. The smell alone was lowering her intelligence, to where she’d even mount a grox at this point…

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Taking the dildo out of her vagina, Macha began sucking on the tip of the wraithbone. “Mmmmm, if only I knew what a mon’keigh's dick actually tasted like.” By now, her bed-sheets were soaked with a combination of sweat, juices, and drool…

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Diligently, and with the care one usually reserves for a precious item or person, the eldar began cleaning the boy’s tired soldier. Groaning through the shaft in her throat, the taste of the mon'keigh's cum mixing with her own juice was amazing. She nearly jumped when Violette began probing her cilt with her tongue. Meanwhile, Romelia had taken to offering her nipples to the boy’s mouth, which he sucked mindlessly while the redheaded elf thrust her hungry lips onto his meat. 

“Just think,” she whispered, unconsciously digging her nails into his shoulder as his tongue swirled around. “This is just the beginning. Soon I’ll have you trained to where you can do this day after day…for all eternity…”

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A soft knock at Macha’s door interrupted her mewling and twitches of ecstasy. “Umm, Auntie Macha, could you keep it down? I’m trying to study.”

Turning scarlet in embarrassment, Macha removed the wraithbone from her mouth and sighed. “Sorry [[Lofn]]…Please…don’t tell your mother?”

“Of course not Auntie. Even though they call you a freak, I still love you.”

As the half-eldar’s muffled footsteps faded, Macha was left feeling completely guilty. Still, the wraithbone seemingly found its way back to her soaked pussy, and soon she had to stuff her shirt into her mouth to muffle the noise.