WARHAMMER 40,000: A Thousand Tiny Suns (40k/Exalted Crossover!)

Kit and 41 make love for the first time. It's 4,000 words long. Welcome to Exalted, baybeeeee!

He chuckled, grabbed onto your hair, fingers sinking against your scalp, tugged your head back, and kissed you on the mouth.

His tongue and yours touched and you moaned into mouth. His contact was warm and fierce, and overpowering. Your hands flailed, found his hips, and grabbed on as he leaned in and kissed and kissed and kissed. He even kissed like a tyger - fast, feral, eager. His teeth dragged on your lower lip - and you groaned aloud as his lips moved off your lips. He kissed along your face in the dark, planting one kiss over one closed eye, over the other, then on your forehead. His voice was husky as he whispered. "41..." You'd never heard two numbers, assigned at...at...pure random, just to signify a disposable soldier, ever given such feral want. Your cheeks burned and you shook your head. This was wrong. Kreigers who found a designated alternate had found a death-partner, someone to wile away the days, to keep watch for hesitation and recalcitrance. The dream was to die with your alternate, side by side, in glorious battle. But every kiss that Kit pressed to your blazing-hot skin was a promise.

Life.

Life.

Life.

It was sinful. It was wrong.

You gasped as his hand grabbed onto the collar of your flack vest and he ripped the whole thing off you like it was tissue paper - though, in truth, only the straps broke, stinging against your undershirt. "H-Hey!" you squeaked.

"You can fix it..." He was grinning. You could feel his teeth, you could feel his fingers, undoing button after button. Oh.

Oh he was...he was...

Oh.

Your cheeks burned and you gasped as bare air hit your chest. Your nipples. Your belly. You were achingly hard. Your head turned aside as his fingers caressed your belly, feeling the lines of your muscles, circling the smoothness. He paused. "You have a belly button?" he murmured, softly. Your shoulders rolled almost despite yourself - and your great coat slithered off your arms, puddling behind you. The warmth of the tent air brushed your shoulders and your back started tingling. You blushed and murmured.

"...why wouldn't I?"

"W-Well, just-"

"The replicators still use...ahhh!" You gasped.

He had decided to cover for the faux pass by...by...

Kissing...

Oh...

His lips closed around your nipple. And he sucked. The pressure. The warmth. The heat of it. Your eyes half closed in the darkness and you arched your back, moaning so loudly you had to clap your hand over your mouth - no Krieger was ever supposed to make that noise. Kit's grip on you shifted, then pushed - and you found yourself pinned onto the bedroll. He was atop you and your right arm was over your head, leaving your lips uncovered. He didn't kiss your lips, though. He licked your neck. Nibbled. Bit. The noise you made at that was so unregulation. You squirmed and tried to bite back your own mewling, but you couldn't. Instead...you gasped out. "K-Kit, Kit, Kit!"

"Hmmm?"

He drew back.

"...can you..." you hesitated.

Go slower.

Go faster.

Go harder.

Go softer.

"...be a tyger?"

WHAT!? It was like a daemon had possessed you for a second - and brought out the thing you had kept locked up so tightly that you had been sure it would never escape. But now that it was out, you couldn't stop yourself thinking of his size and his exotic fur and his...God-Emperor forgive you, his balls. Your brain had hooked on those and you were trying to not think about them, but...but they were so...so...

Then the mechanics of them filled your brain - knowledge, blooming into your head, unwanted, unbidden...delicious.

Those balls were where his seed came from. Men used that to...to breed...but no, no, no, men weren't meant to fertilize women with those. The proper way was clean, sterile. In a nice uterine replicator.

And yet, they were built for that. They were made for that. They were so obviously procreative and that was so...so wrong! Women weren't meant to spend months heavy and unable to fight, they weren't meant to risk their lives in somewhere as stupid as a birthing bed. They were meant to die on the battlefield. Medica were for fixing shrapnel wounds, damn it. But you couldn't stop thinking about those heavy, swaying balls and what they meant and how they'd feel in your hand, on your face, licking them-

"Oh God-Emperor, I'm a pervert!" You squeaked, while Kit chuckled.

He didn't say as you wish. Or sure. Or yeah. Or anything.

He simply changed. And when he changed, a silvery fire bloomed on his body - and you could see clearly, eyes stinging slightly in the light. His caste mark - shifted now to a different shape than it had been before, a circle overlapping a circle - throbbed on his brow as the pale white-silver hue of the flame showed those massive, broad shoulders, the slabs of muscle, the paws so big that they could encircle your entire waist and touch claw-tip to claw-tip, the arms like lightposts, the belly that was so soft and luxuriantly furry, the heavy pale white-furred balls that swung between his thighs, the sheath that concealed his exotic, bestial cock...and the bright red tip as it started to harden more and more and more. Your eyes widened - and you realized he could see you now.

Those purple eyes of his, bright and slitted, looked down at you, and softened.

His cock hung low, and dripped a warm line of his pre-cum onto your belly, sizzling hot. You remained still.

"You...are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life..." he whispered, sounding as if he had been struck by a stun grenade.

His eyes traveled along your body - along your petite breasts, your flat chest, your thighs. He hesitated, then touched the Aquilla that spread above the soft folds of your sex.

"I-It's a birthmark," you mumbled.

"W-Where's your hair?" He asked.

"Oh, that's been engineered out, causes too much issues with the clothing requirements, the contamina-hahhh!" You gasped as his thick finger thrust, gently, between the folds of your cunt. Your back arched and you grabbed onto the bedroll, shame and joy blazing in you. He could see you. He could see you. The flat tip of his finger concealed the claw-tip, and the dangerous thrill of that as he pushed up to the first knuckle, almost made you quiver to completion then and there. Your teeth bit your lip and you tried to control yourself, but then Kit growled. His left paw planted itself beside your head and he thrust his finger fully into you and found a spot inside your cunny that made your eyes widen. Your back arched and you cried out in purest bliss as your sex clenched around him, like a fist. Your hips bucked and bucked, and bucked again.

"Kit!" You gasped out. "Oh...oh god-emperor, I'm...ah...I'm sorry!"

He grinned down at you, muzzle showing teeth. "What for?"

"I-I...I came so fast!" you stammered.

"...and?" he cocked his head.

"Y-You didn't cum at all!" you said, nervously.

His eyes sparkled. "41, women can cum many times without needing a break."

You blinked, sweat beading on your skin - catching the silvery light of his anima.

"...really?" you asked, shocked.

"I intend to prove it."

His finger slid free of your cunt. You let out a little squeak, then blushed, watching with wide eyes as he licked his finger with a rough, textured tongue. His eyes sparkled and his ears twitched up. He grinned toothily. "Delicious. You know, I haven't broken my fast yet either, 41."

"W-What...what does that-" his paws cupped your ass, lifting you up, your shoulders pressed against the bedroll. You squeaked. "-mean!?"

His nose, soft and wet, pressed to your clit. his mouth opened. His warm breath swept along the folds of your sex and your sensitive skin tingled like you were being run by a low powered shockstick. Your toes curled and you gasped in - and then moaned in pure bliss as his tongue swept along your pussy. He licked from base to top, then from top to base, then thrust his tongue into your cunt. The texture of him, the warmth of him, the skill that he used. It was too much. Your hands scrabbled, found sheets, bedroll, anything to grip onto, and you squeezed with a desperate white knuckle. He licked and kissed, then kissed and licked, then groaned and shifted his mouth up and kissed the aquilla spreading above your cunt, then went back to feasting on your sex. And the pleasure inside you built, swept up, overwhelmed you. You cried out, so loud you were sure you were going hoarse - and came.

And came.

And came.

Your juices dripped down around his muzzle as his other paw reached down and he actually lifted you bodily up, angling you down. Your thighs snaked around his neck and shoulders, ankle hooking over ankle. You bucked your hips against his muzzle as the massive beastman held you, and ate your pussy like there was nothing else in the world - and the pleasure actually reached such a level that it nearly hurt. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you sobbed. "E...Enough! Oh! God! You're driving me insane!"

And...

He kept eating you out.

White bliss exploded through your eyes and your back arched, a strangled noise barely escaping your lips as your spine arched.

Finally, Kit drew his mouth away. He laid you down as you trembled and quivered, your legs still bucking up, your knees half bent, your toes curling, your back twitching. "O...Oh...oh...oh..." you gasped the words out as your heart thundered in your head. Dazedly: Is this what sex is for Cadians? How do they ever fight a war?

"Heh," he said. "You know, this is a lot easier without everyone providing the ball-counting."

"Ball...count?" you mumbled.

He laid next to you, then rolled and tugged. You found yourself sprawled in the vastest, most luxurious, most warm, most deliciously firm cushion you had ever been on in your life. After twenty some years of subjective sleeping on regulation mats, it was as if you had suddenly learned that clouds, rather than being water vapor, were actually capable of love. Your face mashed into white and black fur, burrowing in, as a paw so big that it covered your entire shoulder blades swept along your back.

"Well, yeah, you know, how many times they slap," he said, sounding amused.

You blinked.

"You have sex in public!?" you asked.

"No!" He said, shocked. "In the barracks. And only the real cads will actually watch, ball-counting is more of a pornolith invention, ya know, for entertainment. Heh. I'm guessing you Kriegers don't even touch yourself in the showers..."

"They're only six minuets long, by regulation, there's no time!" you said, hurriedly, trying to come to grips.

"So, when do you touch yourselves?" he asked, grinning. His paw was brushing along your ass.

"K-Kit!"

"Hey, we're married now," he said, casually. "I'd like to know."

You flushed, then buried your face against his fur more. Softly, you mumbled. "...solitary sentry duty for the men, it's their curse."

"On duty?" He asked.

"N-No, no, no!" you scrambled - planting your hands on his broad, broad chest and pushing, so you were looking down at him. he was looking at your face. Your bare face. And it was so natural, you had almost forgotten it was happening. God-Emperor, what was wrong with you. But you had to defend Krieg first. "S-See, They rotate solitary sentry in a safe zone, um, and they get to be alone and...it's not...not actual sentry...they get twenty minutes."

Kit blinked up at you. "You have regs on it?"

"R-Reg 422-112-2A," you said, nodding. "Doesn't everyone?"

"Wait, you say they. And men."

"Well, yeah, women don't touch themselves!" you said, chuckling. "Men can't help themselves, it's their curse! We're blessed and they're cursed - we bleed for the Emperor every month. Well, we do until we get the contraceptive implants. That's our sacrifice - we surrender the monthly pain that we offer up to the Emperor f-for security in case we...um...find a designated alternate."

He blinked at you slowly.

"...I enjoyed your tongue a great deal," you said, shyly.

Kit was shaking his head. His grin was wry. "You all need to speak to a Chaplin, holy hell. You have some serious issues."

"Hurmph! So says the ball counter!" You looked back. He was still...hard. And...huge. And...

You licked your lips. You laid on your belly again - inverted from him, your toes almost touching his face as you crawled forward along his broad expanse. On your belly, looking up, his dick was even bigger. It was impossibly huge. And god-emperor, if you didn't love it. His member wasn't exactly human either. He was red and covered with small little nubs. They had a kind of feral appeal to them, and you leaned in, nosing at him gently, breathing in his scent.

"Man, I just realized how...heh, weird it is to be with a girl on her own the first time," Kit was saying. You detected a faint sense of nervousness -was he afraid you'd be repelled by his dick in this form. Your hand reached out and you tried to grip him. He filled your palm and your fingers didn't even show on the far side. Good God Emperor, you thought. Well, he had licked you. You gulped, then slowly slid your tongue along those little nubs, feeling them shift against your tongue. Kit tensed, and whispered softly. "F-Fuck. A-Anyway, uh, it's...it's just...you're sure you've never been with anyone? Cause, we kids, back on Cadia, we were in the youth fireteams, never did anything alone, so the first girl I was with had four of her friends to make sure I didn't-"

Liiiiiiick.

You kissed his tip.

"Oh fuck..." He groaned, laying his head back.

You drew away, his male taste tingling on your tongue. It was overpowering. You wanted more. You opened your lips and took the head of his dick into your mouth, your hand stroking him up and down, up and down. Your other hand caressed the muscular inside of his thighs, then swenpt down. His balls filled your palms, overflowing. He groaned again - and hearing that almost pained-pleasure sound wringing out of that throat was enough to make you feel like you were in command of ten thousand men. Your lips pulled away and a thick string of his pre-cum connected your lips and his dick. You licked it up, groaning quietly. "Y-You taste good," you whispered.

"Thanks..."

He was rumbling. He was purring. The buzzing of his purring thrummed through your body. You almost felt yourself cum from it alone. You glanced over his shoulder, wrapping your hands round his dick, pressing it to your belly, to your breasts. You ground yourself against him. "It won't fit..." you whispered.

"It will," he said.

"It will not!" you laughed.

"You know, that's what Katie and Une said when I was with Gia," he said, his grin fierce.

"Y-You aren't...you're...not the same anymore!" you said.

"What can I say?" he chuckled. "I have a good feeling about you. It'll fit."

Your cheeks burned. You turned back to his cock. Your hand reached down, fondling his balls again. "You seem to like those," he murmured as you leaned forward, licking the head of his cock, teasing the glans, nuzzling against his red thickness. His musk was burning in your nose like a chemical weapon - but every breath made your head feel hazier, made your heart hammer faster. You kissed the side of his dick. Kit rumbled quietly.

"You can lick them."

You could lick his balls. You could nuzzle and lick and suck those balls. You could taste his fertility. Yeah. You could. You squirmed, slid off his belly, crawled around - foot almost touching the tent. It was so easy to think of this dark space, lit only by his glowing anima, as being the only place that was real. Your nose pressed to the join between scrotum and cock, and you breathed in his rich scent. It was like kaff, it was like wild jungle, it was like nothing you'd ever smelled before. You kissed his balls, then licked them, then nuzzled them. They were so rich and so full and so...so good. You sucked one partially into your mouth, then pulled back. "K-Kit?"

"Hmm?"

"...did you fuck Katie and Une too?"

"What!? No!" He exclaimed. "It wasn't an orgy the first time."

"G-Good!" You chuckled. "I was worried that you'd have had sex lots of times. But zero and one are almost the same!"

Kit was very quiet as you leaned back down, nuzzling the base of his cock. Your eyes peeked past his girth, up the expanse of his body, and to his tygerish face. He was looking quite guilty for a great cat. You slowly leaned around his dick.

"...Kit."

"I wasn't lying, it wasn't an orgy. The first. Time." He gulped. "You just...you know, when you make your placements, you're all...excited."

"I spent ten hours in penance after my placements!" You exclaimed. "And you had an orgy!?"

He grinned, sheepishly. "It does mean that I am going to make your first time quite special. Note, the number of orgasms I have already provided for you, m'lady!"

"Hurmph!" You went back to licking and nuzzling his balls. Kit laid there, happy as a Chimera getting a checkup, as you licked from his balls to his cock. Your hand squeezed the base of him and you squared your shoulders and took his head into your mouth again. You pushed forward, then drew back. He groaned quietly, his eyes half closed, his paws locked behind his head as he reclined and let you take your own pace. But oh, he was starting to purr. You bobbed your head faster and faster now, grunting as you felt the tip of his cock bumping against the roof of your mouth, then the back of your throat. You drew back, gasping - and were a bit dismayed at how little of his dick glistened with your spittle. You blushed. "A-Am I doing...good?"

"Oh you're doing amazing," Kit rumbled, softly. "F-Fuck!" He grunted as your hand tightened around him and started to work faster. Faster. You licked the tip of his cock, then went back to bobbing your head on him, groaning quietly. HIs eyes closed to slits, then closed entirely. He rolled his head back, and his paw reached down, brushing your hair. His voice, soft and eager, added to the pleasure of the moment - and at least this was a somewhat pure act. Helping a soldier relax. Get more focused. At least it wasn't...

Your cunt tingled.

"OH God, yes, ah, 41, fuck, your...oh holy shit..."

It wasn't...

You drew your lips back, panting. "K-Kit," you said.

"Y-Yeah?" he blinked, his cock throbbing.

"...c-can you...can you s-show me...can you..." you blushed, then looked aside. "Can you love me...like your fireteam?"

He was still for a long moment.

Then, in a blurr of motion, he was on you. You were swung around, planted into the bedroll, pinned. The weight of him atop you was overpowering and intoxicating. It turned out, by hunching and ducking his head forward, Kit could press his muzzle to your mouth. It turned out? Kissing a beastman was not only possible. It was positively decadent. Your hands brushed through his fur as his arms enfolded you...and his massive cock ground against your thighs, spreading them open. His mouth drew away and he whispered. "41...I'm...going to be gentle."

"Oh," you said, a bit dazed.

His cock pressed to your folds - and then he started to ease into you. You could feel his muscles tightening and bunching under your fingers as he used every inch of his control, every part of his body to move himself with utter precision. Even with the form and finesse of a god, he still felt impossible - stretching you, pushing you to the edge of pleasure and pain. You turned your head to the side, eyes closing and gasping softly as he nuzzled against your neck. He hesitated - remained still. His dick throbbed inside of you and his purring thrummed through your body. The nubs that covered his cock ground against the innermost part of your cunt and the pleasure you felt was more intense than you could have imagined. Panting, you gasped.

"S-See...it's not...not so ba-"

You cut off.

His dick was only a third of the way into you.

"Oh come on!" You exclaimed.

Kit chuckled. "Gentle. Gentle." He nuzzled your ear. Licked. Licked. His dick pushed further into you and you felt him stretching you more and more. HIs hips drove down and he let out a little growl as the last few inches pushed in and his hips and yours met with a lewd smack. HIs gloriously heavy balls clapped against your ass you gasped heavily, feeling stretched and complete. Your eyes half closed and your arms cupped around his back - but he was so broad, your fingers never had the hope of meeting. He covered you completely, his head above your head, his legs below your legs, his arms on either side of you.

"Oh Kit..." you moaned, desperate, needy.

"Is your implant...rrr...on?"

God-Emperor, you so badly wanted to reach down to your thigh, find the trigger, flick it off, beg him to sire a child in you, a thousand children.

You nodded instead.

"Fuck," he laughed. "I was hoping for no."

You almost came right then and there.

Kit began to make love to you. The incomprehensible words, heard in a crooning song played by some other regimental band during the long trip across the Warp, now suddenly came clear. There was something being made here, forged in chains of gold and silver, with every motion of his hips, every caress of his paw, every lick of his tongue. Your voice grew higher and higher as your pleasure crested, peaked, overflowed. Your juices splashed against his balls as your ass began to grow red as, moment by moment, your tightness transformed into acceptance, eagerness. Your fingers clenched and your cunt clenched and your eyes clenched and your whole body rocked with orgasm after orgasm, so profound that it was like your first time hearing the voice of the Emperor, the first time you had seen your world below you, the first time you had had a mask of your own...

"Kit! Kit! Kit! Kit!" You moaned. It was the only word, the only sound that made sense in the malestrom of a galaxy you were in.

He threw his head back, and he roared. "41!"

His balls tightened.

The flood was utterly overwhelming.

His cum pumped into you. Stretched you. Flowed out of you. Splashed you. It burned hot against your skin, decadent and perfect. And still, he thrust - churning his cum into you with every powerful thrust, spending himself again and again and again. Your head spun and you collapsed back into the bed. You almost passed out, gasping quietly.

Slowly...Kit eased out of you. Then he laid beside you, crooking his arms, careful to not squash you.