"Didn´t see that one coming, did you?"
Taldeer said nothing, prefering instead to glare at the victorious line of grinning astartes. All were clad in the same heavy, red-and-white armor, a black crow with a drop of blood shown proudly on their pauldrons. Like most astartes, each woman was more than seven feet tall and quite well-endowed. The plates of the armor could not hide the curves of their figures, the sheer size of their cleavages or the perky nature of their large, round bottoms.
Two months ago, Taldeer had imagined herself smacking those big, juicy buns with her wraithbone gauntlets, watch the soft flesh jiggle as it turned from pale to pink and from pink to scarlet-red. She wanted to see their cute, strained faces as they tried to endure their punishment with the silent, stoic dignity that was expected of the Emperor's daughters. She wanted to see their narrowed eyes as they struggled to ignore their atomic wedgies, their hangings, their gift-wraps...
What she did not imagine was being ambushed by a larger, astartes force. Her own Ulthwé war host was the one suppossed to ambush the humans, attack them where they least expected and reap the rewards. Instead, nearly all her guardians were dangling from random tree branches now, some sobbing, others trying not to as they hung by their thongs and g-strings. Her ten howling banshees, her elite aspect warriors, could be found over astartes laps, squealing and howling through her war masks as huge, armored hands smacked their firm bottoms.
"This is merely a setback" said Taldeer, fighting back her own tears while dangling by her own thong. The pink strings leaped out of the remains of her shredded dress, wrapping around two different branches so Taldeer would have no other choice but to hang.
"I call it, victory" said the leader of the astartes, a blonde with an infuriatingly-cute smile.
"We will see about that" hissed Taldeer, clenching her fists as hard as she could...
--
One by one, the runes surrounding Taldeer began to lose their glow. They glided down to the pale floors of the temple, leaving the farseer to breathe and massage her rump. Her thong was still safely there, un-stretched and untouched by human hands. Even so, walking through the paths of time was seldom an easy experience or a comfortable one. Her crack still felt the shadows her future self endured for trying to mess with the Blood Ravens.
"That is a path I am not taking in a while" she muttered under her breath.
Taldeer thought about her mistresse's words the first time they dared the maze that was the future. Close one door, she said, and two more will open up. There were still other paths she could tread, other futures she could explore. If targeting that astartes chapter was too dangerous, then maybe she had to set her sights on another. Or maybe a force of Imperial guard dorks.
"So many choices..."
Originally written by Alv
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