+18 Chapter 35:

Chapter 35: Family helps us and family requires bonds of trust and love.

The Followers of Hoeth have a very flexible mindset when it comes to plans. We are perfectly willing to spend days if not years perfecting a single plan only to abandon it for some half baked Improvisation if we believe it will serve us more and that is because we are very attached to what we treasure and we treasure our goals and our loved ones a lot more than we treasure our plans and the effort we put into them.

On the World of Clashing Blades our plans have changed no less than 3 times.

Our first plan was to get some scrap as servants or slaves and condemn this world to a tantrum before running, we abandoned it in heartbeats and decided to go with another as Salara-Sao decided to make her bid for the sirens to become a secondary species and once we saw how successful she was with crafting the first eldar culture that looks upon what we are and cheers we've decided to fully support her schemes.

Our second plan was to turn this world into a nexus and base of operations for an organization built by our new Siren operatives and in essence create a new organization of Nephews and Nieces from where we could discreetly recruit manpower or which we could move outside the Empire as we prepared a firebreak by throwing a star or two across the Webway and sabotaging some gates to allow the deadly heat and gravitational forces to destroy worlds that were heavily controlled by cults. This too was abandoned as our siblings told us they can handle the firebreak and they want a place to meet and we're in the best position to create it.

The third plan was to just leave at the edge of the Empire and restart civilization somewhere else close and use that as a bastion, but we saw the local conditions were not ideal for a mass migration through the Webway and our siblings advised against it, so we were left with our fourth plan.

For our fourth plan we will have to fortify this world and because of that we can't just kill all the eldar on it which is a good thing I suppose as even as the locals are idiots that know only how to swing blades they are very good at it. We just need to teach them useful skills and they can serve well, for while swinging a blade is all fine and good it is so limiting that I can kill thousands with ease in a single battle.

I am a middling swordsman, I will readily admit, for individuals on this world that are younger than me can beat me in a swordsmanship duel with ease, but I am not a swordsman by trade as I am an apocalypse maker that peddles medicine for stupidity, and I am not so limited that I need to hit people in melee to kill them.

Melee has it's purpose on the battlefields of this galaxy and anyone who laughs at melee fighters has not seen eldar infantry killing titans with their blades, but swinging a blade is one skill and while it is powerful it requires supporting skills to be as obscenely effective as my people can make it.

This world doesn't do that any of that, it's all swinging a sword, be they cultist or clanner, and the few that manage to develop skills that can compliment their swordsmanship are deadly and now myself and my blades are currently experiencing this while fighting a prince south-west of the Siren's Refuge, the underground settlement we made to receive all Sirens before flooding their seat of power.

Slaanesh has started sending its princes after me after I started killing the first it seems for I had been attacked by one as I tried to reach my wives at our temporary refuge. Princes also do not operate after the normal rules.

Lammor was a farseer and used flamethrowers, the tardy princess whose name I had forgotten used compulsion to bend other to their will and I was now attacked by another who couldn't have the decency of being incompetent at everything but swinging a blade.

I barely avoided death again as my opponent proceeded to avoid all of my gun-sword strikes and strike at me. I only managed to avoid the sword strike by using my sword as a platform to stand on and using it to move further behind.

The man in front of me had blonde hair and blue eyes and looked as if death had come over him and yet he refused to die. His hair was slightly charred, he was missing an eye, his robes were little more than burned rags and yet he refused to die.

"You've been a great fight King of Beasts but you are no swordsman and this prince will slay you for dirtying his world!" The madman said as he grinned.

I was little better than him. My back pack was gone, my holo-field shattered, my clothes cut up and many of my gun-blades lay shattered.

The man attacked me a little time ago with his servants and now it's only us to fight for his servants are dead and my blades had been sent away, for he is what happens when Eldar get smart and pursue other skills beyond swinging a blade and the skills he pursued related to space and distance manipulation, oh and soul poisons but those are easy to deal with when you've made something more potent than them that eats them.

He has been avoiding all of my strikes even if he shouldn't have had room to do so with, and the only reason he had any wounds is because of my Burning Blades hitting the ground and detonating and thus creating a fire maze of soul eating flames. He had learned to kill the flames by now but I kept making more of them and they burned him before he could fully cut them down.

I couldn't help it, I laughed and the madman laughed with me in the burning field.

"Prince Ceagauss Croga, man whose name is so close in meaning to mine, tell me why do you attack me?" I asked as I finished laughing.

Our fight started as he announced himself and proceeded to strike at me before I could do the same but that had been half and our ago. We are both down to our last bag of tricks now and as is tradition it is now that we must speak for we had fought and bled for the privilege.

He was a prince forged by his own blade and I the lord-husband of a queen and thus both had to respect each other even as we tried to stab one another until we died.

The flames near us died down as we spoke.

"There can only one blade which is the sharpest and most valorous lord-king of the sirens, and this prince has earned the privilege of being such, and I will earn it once more by defeating a worthy foe!" The deranged lunatic said as his smile almost split his face in two.

I shouldn't judge, my own smile looked almost the same as his.

This man had to have been made through divine nonsense by Slaanesh to deal with me through enough coincidences and fate manipulation that an eldar could develop on this world that was worth the name. The fact that his name was close in meaning to mine made this undeniable.

I realized this when I first heard his name years ago and was very glad I could just flood his principality to the north, for I did not wish to deal with whatever man Slaanesh decided would be enough to kill me.

"I feel the same, which is why I wished to drown you without ever meeting you, for I am the Sharp and Valorous blade of the gods and of my wives!" I said cheerfully.

We both laughed again at it and realized he didn't hold things against me, even as I didn't hold his attack on me and my blades against him for It was simply our nature to kill that which we believed threatened us and what we loved to the best of our ability.

For me it was myself and my own family that I would do all I could to defend and for him his own vanity that he would do the same to defend.

I was down to my last 7 swords of Valor, 3 Burning Blades and 1 Null blade, for the rest had been expended or broken by his strikes and same with my holo-fields.

"It is a shame you had to be born among the cults Ceagauss Croga, for Eldar of your caliber are not normally born on worlds as these but unfortunately you will die today. Just remember that when you die to apologize to the gods for it and beg for a life worthy of yourself." I informed him.

My gun-swords had been refilled with ammo, all I need is one hit with my Null Blade to kill him.

"It is a shame to be born as anyone but me for I am to be perfection incarnate, but know this Bessar Agail, know that your story and our duel will be told first among my accolades as I reforge the stars in my image." He replied and readied his sword.

Tradition had been followed and now two noble swords prepared to dance until only one of them remained to do so across time and space.

Three heartbeats passed in silence as the fires finished dying.

He charged and space twisted as I burned the ground and prepared to buy more time until my blades would finish what I tasked them with.

He came and nearly decapitated me but I controlled my Wraithbone sword to move me backwards and out of the way and manifested a heartbeat of the Dark Soul Pit but he was outside it's range by the time I did so. I would have been dead if I did not know how to do it.

He was to my right now and I turned to face him as he remained cautious, for he learned to fear that move as he did not come here alone but with his own 6 guards that died to that trick while I ordered my blades to leave my fight and get to their task.

My foe continued to hound me as each slice bent space around it so it hit me, and each time it did so I met it with my Swords of Valor and Burning Blades, but just like before he put down the flames even as my Sword of Valor did light cuts now that his wounds started accumulating.

He had some form of future sight to combine with his swordsmanship and space manipulation, or at least he had to in order to avoid all of my attacks that could kill him in one hit.

'Are those all his tricks?' I wondered, because I am out of all my tricks except one.

I sang as Khaine again and hit him with my murderous intent but he blocked it and closed the distance again as the air turned dark. I also hit him with my Swords of Valor but he either blocked them or used his space nonsense to make sure they will only hit the ground.

"It won't work." He sang confidently.

"You will still die even if it doesn't." I sang as Khaine back.

Another cut appeared appeared on his skin and his left leg lost even more mobility, but I lost my left arm for it, and so I decided to try and close the distance before I bled out, for he doesn't seem to be doing so despite losing two times the amount of blood any Eldar should have in their bodies.

He smiled at me and in a move of arrogance did not use his space manipulation and instead decided to just hit me with just his sword. He knew he was better than me with a sword and I knew that too but it didn't matter for my blades had finished their task.

The world turned gray and all life withered as emotions became a distant dream and my blades finally activated the Wards of Darkness I gave and filled for them with the heartbeats of the Gray Wastes.

It was meant to be for their defense but I instructed them to leave me and make their Wards of Darkness cover a wider area and now they had finally managed to make it do so from wherever they hid themselves in.

The Wards of Darkness didn't kill him for they were filled with the Grey Wastes and not the Dark Soul Pits, but they managed to distract him for half a heartbeat, just enough for me to impale him with my blade as I stood on it, my last Null Blade and every single last one of my Sword of Valor I had left.

The momentum carried me beyond him and I rolled on the ground as he screamed and burned to death.

"My lord!" My blades sang

I couldn't move but I could laugh.

"Not this time whore!" I spoke as I laughed.

My clothes were little more than sliced up rage, I was missing an arm and could not move anymore but I was happy to have survive and won.

"My lord, please stop singing as Khaine we need to get close but can't." Iameas said from his male body.

Leiam was busy trying to recover my arm to reattach it and couldn't speak.

I stopped singing and the two twins came to heal me.

The two were not healers, for they were blessed by Khaine after all and he did not mend wounds, only kill off infections but they had lived for close to 1000 years and they had picked some skills in that time and one of those was healing.

They couldn't regrow limbs or attach them for that matter, but they could preserve limbs for enough time that someone else can regrow or attach my left arm as well as heal some of my wounds so that I can start running again..

"Help me walk, we're close to my wives and we'll be there tomorrow if we can run." I told my blades.

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'I may or may not have erred this time.' Three minds in one body thought.

Our brother's letter pushed our timetable past its breaking point, for our Older Siblings no longer wished this world to serve as a firebreak, as they would handle it for us.

Our job was to be a lightning rod for their nonsense and survive it and fortify this world for tantrums, for if we could prove that we can make worlds survive Slaanesh's tantrums then suddenly the Followers of Hoeth had a home base in the Empire of Ten Million Suns and if we can make those again we have a place to regroup where every single one of us can be.

Beyond Cegorach there's six Elder Brothers and Elder Sisters left in the Empire that can act freely, as the rest are caught in time bubbles or maintaining paradoxes to allow others to act and if we can get a fortress up and running that can survive Divine Wrath then suddenly our available numbers of Older Brothers and Older Sisters triple and we have a place to rest and recover and plot together, for while Orphanage messages are useful in learning new information they rely on Time Walkers delivering the messages from one orphanage to another and one from the future to the past by whatever means they do so.

Guraith and Marsa could not bother with it for now for they had to contend with the attentions of seven wives on their marital bed while Aesan was dealing with the other two by getting them to swear themselves to our brother's queen-wife before bringing them here.

We had nine wives and three bodies to satisfy them with, this was not ideal but there are worse problems to deal with.

All I needed was for Aesan to get into bed, and take one of those Guraith was busy satisfying and each of us would have three to deal with.

Marsa's, my eyes were covered and my hands were tied above my head but my fingers still pleased a wife's folds while she moaned and sucked on my left tit.

Another decided my own folds were tasty as she coiled on my left leg to keep it from moving and decided to play with them with both tongue and fingers and the third was coiled on my right one and pumped her finger in my ass as she kissed my belly and played with my right tit.

The only part of me that could be used for pleasure was my mouth and it was left open so I could moan and beg for more and beg I did.

"Please mistresses, please~" I moaned.

"Please what, my dear wife." She sang so sweetly.

"Bliss, please! Let me feel bliss again." I begged.

They've been playing with my body for so long. Each of them wished to be filled by my brother before allowing me to feel bliss.

"What do you say my sisters, do we allow our poor little wife to feel bliss?" The temptress said in-between kisses on my belly.

One heartbeat, and one more kiss, one more lick.

A second heartbeat and another of my wives reached bliss herself from my hands

A third heartbeat and among kisses they all said as one.

"No." The three women said and their caresses stopped.

Such a cruel fate should not have been said in such a happy tone.

The woman bettween my folds, Rea Iracha, stopped her ministrations on my folds.

The one which asked the question ceased playing with my ass and right breast. Lina Deaga was her name and as the first to join us in marriage had taken a leading role among our wives.

The third woman, Sollara Meacha, I had brought to bliss left and joined my brother Guraith and in doing so left my hands slick with her juices.

Seven heartbeats of hell followed as I was brought down from the edge of bliss and I whimpered. Guraith still had Sollara Meacha to bring to bliss before I too could feel it.

She was replaced by Ciaana Ma as she entered my folds herself.

Rea Irracha and Lina Deaga remained coiled around my left leg and right leg respectively each and started playing with my body again.

I could feel their tails coiling and uncoiling slightly as I tried to move but they would not allow me.

The one one the left took my left nipple to suck on, while the one on the right decided she liked playing with my ass and kissing my belly as Cianna Ma decided to coil around my tied up hands and put her folds in my face while she started playing with mine.

I took her folds with my mouth and plundered them of all that they held be it my brothers seed or her juices. I did anything I could to not focus on how close I would be brought to bliss only to not experience it.

A scream of bliss came from beyond what I could sense, my brother brought another to bliss with his tongue as I tried to do the same.

I kissed and licked and nibbled on her folds as the woman I did so to did the same to me. I continued existing between bliss and hell for too many painful heartbeats as my wives continued to play with my body.

Another scream of bliss came, this time from Sollara Meacha.

"Yes, yes, yes~" She moaned as my brother finally filled her depths.

The ministration of my wives ceased with her moans. They uncoiled from my legs and hands.

'No, no, no. Please~" I sang and moaned as my wives ceased playing with my body and soul just before I could experience it myself.

Guraith was coming and I realized what our wives wished to do and we both welcomed it for we both knew Marsa needed it.

Two heartbeats later I was plundering my own folds and I hissed for it would be the first time a man would enter it and he did so roughly for I had been tortured by tenderness for too long.

He grabbed my left breast forcefully until it almost bled and pumped harshly deep within myself as he used his left to hold me by my hips. He kneaded my breast and played with it and used his right arm to lock himself to me.

Once, twice, thrice and more he pumped deep into me and kept taking more so that he can give me what I desired.

"Yes, harder, harder~" I moaned as he continued plundering my depths.

A voice started speaking as I once again started reaching bliss.

"Do you hear it sisters? Two more sisters will join us and another husband, should we restart the rotation?" The sadistic temptress said and our first wife asked.

I didn't even think as I locked my legs behind my brother to prevent them from removing him from me as I continued to moan.

The moment came closer by each pump until I could feel it closer.

Our wives started caressing my brother, trying to sing and tempt him into abandoning the depths of his triplet but I did not listen, for he was me and I was him and we knew I needed this.

I could feel it coming closer with each movement and he now played with both my breasts as he grunted and I moaned

"Yes, yes, yes~" I moaned as I finally reached bliss.

He did not yet and continued to pump deep inside of me as I was wracked by shivers of pleasure.

He reached it too five heartbeats after me and filled my depths with his seed and I released my leg lock and Guraith fell by my side.

"Legs are unfair." One of my wives said as brother and sister now stood side by side and basked in bliss.

"You can… you can try getting some yourselves." I said between staggered breaths.

They did not comment on it but I could feel their amusement.

"Let us remove that blindfold." Docarra Allrana our fourth wife said and did so.

I could once again see, I saw an empty ceiling colored red as I stood on the plush red bed. The entire room was a mix of different reds that fit tastefully to the Eldar eye.

"Thank you." I said.

I did not know what I was thanking for, maybe it was for the current session of fun? Or for removing the blindfold or not actually trying to stop my brother from filling my depths? For I knew that if they wished it they could have done it.

They all cooed and dropped right on us and tried to smother us in love.

Aesan and our last two wives joined us on the bed and they still wore clothes and that would not do. The sirens enveloped us between themselves as they whispered to each other what they should do.

We heard the screaming of the dead and it sang like a lullaby of flames and horror, for it seems our brother was coming and he was in a good mood for his soul sang as Khaine in the screams of Eldar.

'We do not have the time to get the three of you out of those clothes and finish a new round of fun, Bessar is coming and he's in a very good mood.' I sang to our wives.

Aesan only had the lower half of his clothes left on him and the last two wives were in the process of removing theirs and his but the the song of our brother stopped them.

We did not want to remove them but we had to.

"Our Older Brother is coming for the citizenship ceremony, we need to get dressed for it." three voices sang as one.

Our wives whined for they sang and begged for another round.

"We'll continue finding new ways to make you moan once we're done." Guraith said and the whining stopped.

We cleaned ourselves with song and water and started getting dressed in our normal loose white pants and blouse and got ready to go meet our brother.

We looked upon our wives getting dressed in their own purple and red robes and liked what we saw. Supple bodies, healthy skin and tails and smiles adorning faces with gray eyes and long gray hair they colored to look like ours. They all dressed in the red loose robes that the Siren nobility considered to be worn only for special occasions.

They smiled and sang among themselves and we remembered how we got married.

Our brother's wives decided to play a prank on us and instead of teaching us to present ourselves as respectful scholars they made us present ourselves as incredibly charming and open to marriage scholars.

We did not mind it, but it was still incredibly annoying that we had to resort to marriage to speed up the evacuation as our attempts to rush things over lead to squabbles between the sirens, and squabbles that could have ended in war between them if we did not marry one of the daughters of each of the princesses involved.

We knew we got tricked somehow in that arrangement but we did not care, for this 'maneuver' earned us the allegiance of 700.000 sirens in a day and 3 million sirens in a week as the sirens themselves had been consolidating into coalitions as they heard of the messengers sent by our brother's wives. Oh and we got ourselves nine wives out of it too, and we would have to joyfully pay for it in the future.

"Could you tell us about him my loves? We heard plenty about him but we do not know to differentiate truth from fiction." Lena Deaga, our chief wife asked.

"He is that which sings as Khaine, he tends to do that after he killed lots of things and is in a good mood so I assume he managed to find some eldar cultist hordes." Marsa said.

That seemed to frighten them a bit and they shivered before we started kissing and hugging their souls to keep them feeling loved and safe even if we could not understand why they were frightened so. Our brother is a very kind individual and his song only sounds like it because he once Walked-as-Khaine and murdered-like-him.

Or perhaps they were scared of cultist hordes? Whatever it was didn't matter, for after today they will no longer need to bother with them, they will just have to keep our home warm as the world floods and screams.

'It will be my job to make sure they never worry about them ever again.' Three souls and a mind swore to themselves.

AN:

Geagauss Croga= géar agus cróga→ Sharp and Valiant

list of wives

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Red sunset →Luí na gréine dearg→ Lina Deaga

Glittering Stars → Réaltaí lonracha→ Rea Iracha

Midnight Light→ Solas Meán Oíche→ Sollara Meacha

Calming Seas → Mara Ciúin→ Ciaana Ma

Beautiful Darkness→ Dorcha álainn→ Docarra Allrana

Flowing Life of the Waters→ Sruth Beatha na nUiscí→ Siatha Nuasca

Embrace of the Depths→ "Barróg na nDoimhneachtaí"→ Barrana Doinachta

Lover of the Sea→ Leannan na Mara→ Leea Ma

Mischievous Light→ Solas na nDraíocht→ Salla Draicht

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