The underhive never slept. Sirens wailed in the distance. Somewhere above manufactorum hammers pounded like the heartbeat of a dying god. Down here in the sump level tunnels only the strong fucked and the weak died.
Lucian moved through the filth. His new body felt forged in promethium. Veins like cables. Skin that could take a chainsword. A woman stepped out of the shadows ahead. Eighteen maybe nineteen. All scarred muscle and defiance. She wore scrap leather that barely covered tits and ass. Hair shaved on one side. A crude gang tattoo across her throat. She leveled a stub revolver.
"Fresh meat." She snarled. "Strip him. Sell the parts."
Lucian's cock twitched at the command in her voice. Cute. She thinks she is in charge.
He moved faster than human eyes could track. One hand crushed the revolver. The other slammed her against a rusted bulkhead hard enough to dent it. Her gang scattered like rats.
She spat blood. "Who the fuck are you?"
"New management." He growled. Voice like grinding tank treads. Let us test this body.
Lucian dragged the woman. She had snarled her name was Rhea. He took her deeper into an abandoned reclamation chamber. Stagnant water lapped at their boots. Chains hung from the ceiling like nooses. The air was thick with the stench of promethium and old blood.
Perfect.
Ting!
Quest Update: Claim Your First Womb. In Progress.
Bonus Objective: Make her beg for Imperial seed.
Rhea's back hit the wall. Her leather vest ripped open under his fingers. Spilling heavy tits into the cold air. Nipples already hard from fear and something darker. She swung a fist. He caught it. Twisted. Forced her to her knees in the muck.
"Listen close, sump rat." He said. Voice low and dripping modern arrogance. "This galaxy is mine now. Starting with your cunt. I am not one of your gutter kings. I am the Emperor's new son. And you are going to be the first bitch to carry my dynasty."
She laughed through bloody teeth. "You are insane. The Inquisition will hunt you down."
He shut her up by shoving two thick fingers between her legs. She was already wet. Underhive girls always were. Survival made them hungry. He pumped slow. Curling. Feeling her walls clench like they were trying to decide whether to fight or milk him.
"Fuck you." She gasped. Hips bucking against her will.
"Exactly."
Lucian freed himself. The cock that slapped against her cheek was Primarch sized. Veined. Heavy. Leaking pre cum that smelled like victory. Rhea's eyes widened. Real fear now. Real hunger.
He did not ask. He gripped her shaved scalp and drove straight into her throat. Glurk. Wet heat. Gagging. Tears. He fucked her face with deliberate brutal strokes. Balls slapping her chin while the underhive echoed with obscene sounds.
Shhlp. Shhlp. Shhlp.
Every thrust sent Tyrant Points trickling in.
Ting!
+50 Tyrant Points. First Oral Claim.
Rhea's hands clawed his thighs. Not pushing away. Pulling closer. When he finally pulled out strings of spit connected her swollen lips to his throbbing head.
"On your back." He ordered. "Legs spread. I want the Emperor first bastard get planted in this shithole."
She obeyed faster than any loyalist ever had. Scrap leather skirt hiked up. Cunt glistening in the red emergency lumens. Lucian dropped between her thighs. Lined up. And slammed home in one savage thrust.
Fuck. She was tight. Hot. Gripping like the galaxy itself was trying to keep him out. He pounded her into the muck. Hips pistoning. The wet slap of flesh echoing off rust and bone. Her tits bounced with every impact. She screamed his name like a prayer.
"Harder! Breed me, you monster!"
He laughed low and cruel. Hand wrapping her throat just enough to feel her pulse race. That is right. Break for me. He felt the system feeding on every moan. Every clench.
Ting!
Quest Complete: Claim Your First Womb.
Reward: +10 Primarch Strength.
Minor Regeneration (Active). 500 Tyrant Points.
New Title Unlocked: Underhive Tyrant (Minor).
New Ability: Seed of Dominion. Offspring gain 10 percent of your current stats at birth.
He roared as he came. Flooding her womb with thick burning ropes of cum. Rhea arched. Orgasming so hard her eyes rolled back. Squirting around his cock.
When he pulled out seed leaked down her thighs in white rivers. She lay there panting. Broken. Owned.
Lucian stood. Cock still hard. Already planning.
One cunt down. Next up? A Sister of Battle patrol I can smell two levels above. He could feel them. Power armour boots thumping. Bolter oil. Holy incense mixed with cunt sweat under all that ceramite.
He looked down at Rhea. Already fingering his cum back inside herself like a good little breeder.
"Get up." He said. "You are my first legionnaire. Find me more women. Strong ones. Fanatical ones." He grinned. Fangs flashing in the dark. "We are taking this hive. Then this sector. Then the whole fucking galaxy is getting bent over the Golden Throne."
Rhea rose on shaky legs. Eyes shining with new worship.
"Yes, Master."
Ting!
Main Quest Activated: Forge the New Legion.
Objective: Claim 10 elite Imperial women (Sisters, Inquisitors, Corsairs, Tau diplomats).
Reward: Primarch Template Fully Awakened.
Personal Battle Barge. 10,000 Tyrant Points.
Failure: The Inquisition finds you first.
Lucian cracked his neck. The underhive groaning around him like it already knew who ruled it now.
Let the grimdark begin.
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