Valentino's Gift

Valentino’s Gift
[hive noble x venomthrope, tentacles, NTR, hopefully some goddamn emotion for once}


    Governor Valentino Valen watched as the last line of weary prisoners trudged in the deportation facility.  Few of the haggard, raggedy looking people so much as glanced at him as they marched.  The arrhythmic sweep and shuffle of their feet on the rockrete floor was all but deafening in the enclosed corridors of the hive. One prisoner, a boy no older than twelve, stared at the governor as he passed.

    Valentino shivered in his coat.

    “Forty-five thousand,” he said. “You’re sure you counted correctly?”

    His aide, Norn, a short, nervous man that was already losing his hair despite being twenty-seven Terran standard, nodded vigorously as he quadruple checked his notes for the third time.  “Forty-five thousand, two hundred seventy seven, to be exact, my lord.”  His voice was thin and wispy and never failed to annoy the governor. But he was competent and completely trustworthy (thanks in no small part to a neural implant that would liquefy his brain if he broke confidence), so his company was suffered. “In case a few units… expire, before delivery. None of them seem ill, but it never hurts to be sure.”

    Valentino nodded.  A tall man with stark features and dark hair trimmed into a militant cut, he was what the pict casters called “dashing” and “handsome.” He liked that.  What he did not like, however, was being at the delivery site.  Dangerous enough dealing with… Them, but to be there in person? Almost suicidal, if he got caught.

    "Let's hurry this up," he ordered. His troops and aide nodded.

    But this was not a usual delivery. Not, instead of the usual forty thousand humans (it never failed to chill him how… They, always made sure to specify “humans” for the deliveries) offered as tribute twice a decade, he was making a new deal.  A trade.  The usual lot, plus five thousand more in exchange for a certain special something.

    Now that he thought about it, the whole thing was ludicrous. Forty thousand souls to keep his planet from being invaded, but what amounted to a toy to Them was worth five? Was Their peace offering worth so little to them?

    He shrugged. It did not matter. The last of the prisoners were being shuffled into the darkly lit room beyond, a room he knew for a fact could only hold about five hundred people at a time. As he watched the last stragglers disappear and heard Norn finishing up his report, he mused again at how useful the fellow was.

    Valen’s World, named after Valentino’s great ancestor from some several thousand years ago, had a population of around five billion. The tribute taken from that number was a drop in the bucket, but quantity was not the issue. His grandfather had once tried to pawn off some half dead muties for a tribute. They were not pleased.  Since then, his family had taken great pains to ensure the stock was of high quality. Or at least passable quality.

    That was where Norn and his ilk came into the picture.  The problem with acquiring healthy, worthwhile tributes was that such people had friends, families, jobs. Norn’s job was to ensure these people were simply lost in the shuffle of hive city life. A work force transferred to a new factory may find a few hundred members of their crew missing. A cell block or two of convicts might be executed to make room for more. Communication within the hive was controlled by the state, and not many people were willing to spend their few rationed minutes tracking down that one guy (and his family) that worked a few yards down the line. If worst came to worst, he could, and often did, simply confiscate the crew of tertiary merchant shipping vessels he charged with having faulty docking passes.

    Valentino, Norn, and his guards watched the portal for several more minutes. When nothing happened, the governor motioned his captain to go check. The man went inside. He came back out and waved more troops foreword.

    Moments later they returned, carefully directing a well locked storage crate on a grav dolly between them.  As it passed Valentino’s position, it rocked violently and caused him to flinch.  His men were spooked, but they said nothing.

    Still, he would have to make sure they were dealt with later. He would leave Norn to deal with that.

    The crate rocked again as it moved down the corridor and the governor smiled. When They had shown him a holovid (of remarkable clarity) of what the thing in the crate could do, he agreed to their exorbitant price instantly, not even bothering to haggle.

    It was a gift for his wife, and it was well worth the cost.

    His smile widened.



    Apollonia Valen waited for her husband in their private chambers.  She sat on the massive, silk covered bed with her hands in her lap, fighting the impulse to twiddle her thumbs. Valentino hated when she did that.  Hours before, Valentino had sent his disgusting little Norm to tell her to wait for him, that he had a special gift for her.

    He was always so thoughtful.

    Still, it made her a bit nervous. They had been married for three years, the grandest wedding Valen’s World had seen in generations, with even a squad of Astartes attending!  Her family had always been wealthy, always been powerful, but now she was royalty, a real princess. Well, queen. Sort of.

    She loved Valentino for marrying her.  She loved him for how sweet and gentle he had been their first night, though she had been a little hurt at his surprise that she had actually been a virgin.  But, as the weeks turned to months and the months turned to years, she had felt them drift apart.  She wanted for nothing, but rarely received the only thing she cared for. His attention.

    Valentino was always busy with this or that, a treaty with a nearby world, an emergency meeting with Parliament. Always something. And in bed, as much as she tried to please him, doing all he asked, he seemed to be losing interest. Every time she saw him watching a woman in court her heart skipped a beat.  Did he still find her attractive?  Was she not good enough?  He was too honorable to have an affair, of course, but the thought of him longing for other women sent daggers into her heart.

    And so she always did her best to make him happy.  The first time he had asked her to use her mouth had been awkward and embarrassing, but she knew, just knew she was getting better at it.  The costumes, well… they were alright. Where he got a suit of Sororitas battle armor, or an ecclesiarch’s robe, or colonel’s uniform, or a space marine’s helmet, she didn’t know.  But he liked playing dress up and so she did it.

    Sometimes it was harder.  All his toys and experiments and games could get… intimidating. Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t think of any part of her body that he hadn’t used, in one way or another.  She almost cried the first time he put it in her rear, and the second and third time too, for that matter, but she hadn’t. No, she was strong for him.

    So, when Norn had told her to be ready, for the first time in three weeks and four days, she made sure she was.  It took her two hours to clean herself up, showing her body and making sure her backside was clear (he liked the feel, but not the smell).  Valentino seemed to like her best as a redhead, so she had her ladies in waiting apply a fresh coloring.

    Choosing her outfit was a bit harder. Since he hadn’t asked her to wear anything in particular, she was left to her own devices.  In the end, she chose a frilly black set of undergarments with the white highlights, the kind with matching panties and brassier and garter belt, which was so thin you could see though everything except the trim. It went well with her skin, the creamy white color of which took days to get right at the spa. She smiled as she applied her bright red lipstick.  The panties she chose had a slit in the front, so he could take her without undressing.  Similarly, the bra was designed to be pulled down yet still provide support for her breasts.

    Thinking about them now, she scrunched them together a little.  Her birthday present the year before had been a set of implants, and they still felt a bit funny. Strangely, they still felt like real breasts, but they were much larger than her natural ones. Stranger still, there was no scar from the surgery at all. In fact, she could hardly remember the surgery, or the recovery.

    She shrugged. He liked them big, and that was well worth the back pain in her book.

    The door to the outer room opened and Apollonia shot to her feet, gathering her silky red robe over her shoulders. In a frantic hurry she went and lit all the candles in the room and put on some slow music.  It was too late to make sure she left out a bottle of Valentino’s favorite amasec, but she was pretty sure she remembered. She checked her hair in the mirror one last time and clapped, cutting off the lights, and did a sexy pose. He’d like that.


    Valentino gave Candi (or was it Roxi?) one last kiss and pulled his hand out from under her dress.  His fingers were slick and he have them a lick before pressing them into her mouth.

    “That’s enough,” he told Roxi (or was it Candi?), using his free hand to pull her face away from his groin.  She gave the tip of his dick one last playful lick before standing. He tweaked her exposed breast in thanks.

    “In front of her room?” said Candi. “You’re so bad.”

    He have her his best devil-may-care smile and winked.  “I bet you anything she’s sitting on her bed, staring at the door. It’ll be fine.”  Valentino took a second to shove his member back into his pants before cupping them both on the ass at once.  “Now get out of here, I’ll be around later.”

    Giggling, the twins sauntered off arm in arm, towards one of his spare rooms.  He smiled in appreciation at the show they were giving him.  Damn but he loved watching them walk away.  They turned the corner, blowing him a goodbye kiss, and he sighed.

    Taking a second to make sure he was presentable, and wiping the lipstick from his cheek, Valentino composed himself and pushed through the doors.

    He sighed again.

    The floor was covered in pink rose peddles, strewn randomly rather than in some sort of line.  On the table was a bottle of the amasec his wife was convinced was his favorite.  He shrugged. It wasn’t bad, exactly, just cheaper than he preferred. The little brat would probably cry and sulk for a month if he disabused her little notion. Whatever, he thought. It wasn’t important.  He snatched up the bottle and downed a measure, grimacing.

    After a second he did his best to put on a straight face. Then a happy one. This was a far easier task that a visit to his wife usually was. Tonight he had something special in store.

    Valentino married the bitch because she was the most physically attractive daughter of the second richest man on the planet (Valentino was the first). The puppy-like affection and attention she lavished him with had worn through almost instantly.  Looking around the room at the gaudy paintings and tasteless furniture, he could only imagine how much she spent on the junk.  But it kept her happy, which kept her (mostly) quiet.

    The way she was always trying to win his approval, make him notice her, ineptly massage his back, should have been endearing, but instead brought only annoyance. Her whiny little voice. That insufferable noise she makes when she sleep.  That damn thing she does with her thumbs.  How she played with her food. Her Emperor-be-damned pride of insufferable gyrinx. The way she never failed to ask about his day, no matter how clearly he just wanted to rest. The little gifts she made, and the little chores she did to make him comfortable.

    She was just so damn bad at it! Even sex! How could you be bad at sex?

    Be Apollonia, he answered.

    This was the price he paid for marrying a virgin. How could a broad even stay a virgin for seventeen years in this day and age? However she had managed it, the damage had been done. Even after three years she was as inept as a first timer.  Always shifting positions and crying out loudly and talking dirty like she was in a pornographic film. He had taught her fellatio just to shut her up.

    At least, he mused, at least she was obedient. That was the only reason he kept her around. And her father’s influence. There was that too, but mostly it was the obedience.

    And, tonight, it would be that obedience that would finally make a night with Apollonia satisfying for once.  He planned on enjoying himself.

    Valentino shoved open the inner doors to the bedchamber and stepped into the dimly lit room.  Dozens of candles sputtered here and there, casting shadows across the walls in a chaotic dance.  It took a moment for the governor to find his wife in the gloom.  She was standing by the bed, facing away, with her chin resting on her shoulder as she gazed in his direction, in a manner he assumed she thought was longingly.

    As she slipped the crimson robe down, exposing her cream coloured shoulder and flashing her eyelashes at him, Valentino could almost recapture that longing he felt the first time he saw her.  For a second, as the shape of her enlarged breast began to show, he almost changed his mind about the gift.

    “How was your day, my lord?” she asked in a whisper that may have been erotic if it didn’t sound so rehearsed.

    God. Emperor. Dammit.

    He forced a smile to his face and swept her into his arms, kissing her lightly on the lips.  “Fine, as always,” he said.

    She smiled wide and started to rub her hand against his groin.  “And I see you brought me the present you promised,” she cooed.  Before he could protest, she was slinking to her knees and biting at his waistband, trying to lower his pants.

    After a few moments of her awkward flailing, Valentino pushed her head aside and lowered the trousers himself.  In a second she was back, her mouth wrapped around his cock and her head pumping up and down wildly.

    What she lacked in skill, she failed to make up in enthusiasm.  He had to bite his lip to keep from grimacing as her teeth scrapped against him now and then.  It was all he could do to keep from rolling his eyes as she stared up at him like a cat watching a mouse.  No matter how he hinted or made suggestions, she seemed incapable of using her tongue.  Somehow it never seemed to occur to her to use it.  All she ever did was go up and down with her lips puckered, moaning loudly like she was eating her favorite dish at a fancy restaurant.

    He waited patiently for her to finish.  Silently, he congratulated himself on making sure to get half way there with Candi (Roxi?) before entering.  As it stood, he had a weak orgasm that sputtered into her mouth for half a second before she popped off his dick and pumped it in front of her face.  It would have taken forever without the twins’ help. His semen oozed over her delicate features and she licked it off slowly, still moaning like a grox in heat.

    For the love of… she was actually fingering herself!

    “That was amazing,” he lied. “But that package wasn’t the gift I had in mind.”


    Her eyes lit up and a smile swept across her face, but inwardly she groaned.  “What is it?”  God Emperor, please no more ropes, she prayed.

    His hands gestured and she rose as he guided her to the bed.  Valentino took a knee as she sat on the edge. Unconsciously, she spread her legs to give him ready access, but instead he took her by the hand.

    “Do you love me?” he asked.

    Oh, fuck.  “Of course I do,” she chirped.

    “Do you trust me?” he asked.

    Oh, fuck. Oh fucking fuck.  “With my life,” she said.

    She suppressed a shudder at the grin he failed to hide.

    “Bring it in,” he said to no one in particular.

    Apollonia opened her mouth to ask what he meant, but the door to their chambers opened with a crack.  She gave a start as a large, metal container, sitting atop a hovering platform, slid into the room under its own power.

    Once it was fully in the room, its engines died down and it floated gently to the floor.  Then the whole container rocked on its sides, the chains she just noticed were keeping it anchored straining to hold it down.

    “Valentino,” she whispered. “What in the name of Terra is that?”  She was too nervous to get to move.

    He rose to his feet and stepped aside, slowly.  “Your gift, my dear. Your gift.”  His hand produced a little auspex-like device and he pressed a button.  With a loud hiss, the hatch at the front of the container opened.

    Apollonia screamed.

    Valentino grinned with a chuckle as his wife scrambled backwards onto the bed, grasping a large pillow and holding it in front of her like a shield.  The beast slid out from the crate, pulled along by a dozen, fleshy tendrils. Each coil ended in a ripple-headed bulb.  Twice the size of a man, its spiny back was covered in thick plates of chitin.  Two bright yellow eyes glared malevolently around the room as the space was filled with a cloying, musty odor.  Belatedly, the governor reconsidered not using a more disposable room.

    Oh well, he shrugged. Hindsight is 20/20.

    “What ever is the matter, my dear?” he asked with false affection.  He gestured to the oozing creature inching towards the bed, not willing to get any closer.  “I thought you liked pets.”

    “That’s not a pet, that’s a monster!” she cried, tossing a throw pillow at it, but missing.

    “Oh, but you hurt his feelings,” Valentino chided.  “Spot here was made for you, literally.”  The fingers of the beast’s four upper legs ending in long, searching tendrils that slithered around like independent snakes, while its bottom pair were atrophied and useless.  The mess of tentacles pouring out of its wide maw wriggled in the air, likely tasting the her fear.

    “I assure you, he’s quite harmless.”  Not necessarily true, he thought to himself. Those he purchased it from, well, They had a nasty sense of humor.  Precisely the reason he went to Imperial sources for his own cosmetic surgeries, while occasionally handing over an unconscious Apollonia to them, now and again.  The creature could very well do some permanent damage, but at least it would be fun to watch.

    “It’s called a ‘venomthrope,’” he said. “Although this one has been… modified significantly.”  The tyranid was just about to heave itself onto the silken sheets when Valentino raised the controller and halted its movement.  “And I have complete control.”

    “W-what do you expect me to do with it?” she asked.  He could see her quaking even in the gloom.

    “Isn’t it obvious?” the governor replied.  “You’re already dressed for the occasion.”

    For the first time she wrenched her eyes away from the creature and gaped at her husband.  “You can’t be serious! I’ll be killed!”

    “Oh, you’ll be fine,” he said placating.  “I’ve seen vids of it in action, he’s quite good.”

    “B-but it’s a xeno!” she complained, already knowing there was no way out, but searching for it nonetheless.  “That’s heresy!”

    “Apollonia, please. It doesn’t even have a mind of its own.  It’s just a toy.”  Smiling inwardly but putting up a false face of hurt, he said, “I thought you’d like it.  It took me ever so long to find it for you.”  He made his saddest face.  “Didn’t you say you loved me?”

    “Y-yes.”

    “That you trust me?”

    “I- I do, Valentino, but this-“

    “It won’t be for very long. Please, Apollonia, do this for me.  I just want to watch for a bit.”

    Apollonia bit her lip and glanced from the governor to his new pet and back again.  Things were getting far, far out of hand.  But he’d never do anything to hurt her, right?  He seemed so hurt by her reaction.  And didn’t he just say it wouldn’t be for long?

    “Y-you’ll stop it when I tell you?” she whispered over the loud, labored breathing of the hulking brute.

    “Of course,” he replied, nodding.

    “O-okay,” she said, her voice barely audible.

    “Excellent!” Valentino said cheerfully.  He clicked another button and one of the tyranid’s longest tentacles whipped out and wrapped around Apollonia’s leg, yanking her towards it violently as it heaved itself up onto the bed.  It sagged under the weight, groaning in protest.

    His wife’s scream was cut short as her body was dragged beneath the monster and its face pressed down towards her head.  It’s multitudinous tendrils slithered all around, tasting her tears and nose and hair and pressing in and out of her mouth.  She tried to hit at it, tried to kick, but more tentacles slid over her limbs and lashed them in place.

    “It might be hard for you to actually ask for it to stop,” Valentino admitted shamelessly.  He sat back in a well upholstered chair and started to stroke his hardening member, working it slowly. It would be quite a show.

    The weight of the creature pressing around her was driving Apollonia to panic.  Her scant coverings, intended to make things easier for Valentino, where doing little and less to slow the probing cables that surged around her.  Each time she tried to shout or twist, another tentacle would slide deep into her throat, overriding her gag reflex and tickling her insides.

    Its slimy, pulsing tentacles were stronger than her by far.  In second her body was covered in the stuff, clogging her nose and causing her to cough painfully each time she was given a second to breathe.

    Sobbing, she tried her best to block out the sensations her body, to deaden herself to it all.  But each time she tried to pull her attention away, something would draw it back with even greater intensity.  It was exploring her whole body at once, its tendrils a writhing mass of pulsing, hot flesh constantly moving at all times.

    NO! she cried out in her mind as it began to probe between her legs.  Her sobbing intensified as she tried to fight it off with renewed fervor.  No! A bulge pressed hard against her labia. That’s not yours, she wept. Only Val can touch me there…

    The pulsing bulb surged inside in one go, trailing what felt like yards of veiny, slick flesh behind it.  It rammed harder and deeper into her than anything had ever gone before.  Her whole body tensed.  Instead of pulling back, it kept pressing, the rest of it folding up and wriggling around behind it.  Her stretching innards felt close to tearing and her eyes burned with tears.

    A spasm rocked her body as the wave of burning flesh washed across her chest, sweeping away her bra as the tendrils yanked it away with a snap.  The creature’s head eased away from her face and she tried desperately to cry for mercy, but Valentino simply smiled as a larger tentacle took the place of the mass of smaller ones.

    Again she was struggling to breathe.

    She couldn’t move.  She could hardly breathe. It was getting hard to think. Her body was burning and wet in places she didn’t know she had.

    Gradually, her struggles died down.  Apollonia’s head was going blank, consumed by the roiling and twisting that was pressing all across her.  She felt the tentacles lift her upwards and surge across her back, but did nothing to fight it.

    It was too strong for her.  The more she fought, the harder its grip tightened.  A tendril eased around her throat and she was wracked with another wave of nauseous fear and self loathing.  If only she was a bit stronger, she might be able to get away long enough to cry out to Valentino.

    But would he even care?

    In the corner of her eye she could see his reclined form watching passively.  He was still sliding his hand up and down the shaft of his cock.  Apollonia closed her eyes, willing herself anywhere else.

    Was she so worthless?

    How could he just watch her suffering like this?  It hurt so much…

    Yet another tendril forced its way inside of her, this one taking her from behind.  She hardly noticed, all the sensations were running together in her mind.  It felt as though she was floating in warm water, surrounded by gripping, thankless hands.

    Shame burned out of her eyes.

    Why? she asked herself.

    Why did it have to feel so good?


    Valentino had never been more attracted to his wife’s body.  His own engorged erection was larger than he could ever remember it being as he stroked it, watching.

    Her supple body, bought at such a high price, was slick with exotic juices that permeated the scent of the room, hanging heavy around him even at a distance.  The brief flashes of her nipples, her ass, that well filled slit between her legs, was more tantalizing to him now than their first night.

    The beast worked with a diligent, yet frantic precision that amazed him. It never tired, it never slowed.  Tentacles and tendrils coiled around the frail woman ceaselessly.  The ones entering her body were pulled out and replaced almost as soon as they were inside, going from one hole to another in an arrhythmic blur so quickly, he doubted she could even feel the difference.

    Then, when he saw her eyes glaring at him accusingly, betrayed to her core… well, he almost came just from that.  For the first time since they married she knew her place.  She was nothing to her, just a toy to be played with.

    He stroked himself harder and faster.  Just a bit longer and the timing would be perfect, he’d go over and take her in the mouth after she asked him to stop it.  Glorious. It would be glorious.


    Fuck, but it felt good. Amazing.  Simply glorious.

    Apollonia didn’t know if it was something in the goo that covered her inside and out, or the slick flesh slithering across her own, or the way the creature filled ever bit of her, but it was the most amazing thing she ever felt before.

    She almost cried when a tendril would ease out of her, only to sob in delight when a new one, always seemingly larger, would take its place.  It hardly surprised her to find herself sucking hard against the tendrils that entered her mouth, or that her tongue would trail after it when it left.  The governor’s wife squealed as a second bulbous tentacle, much smaller than the first, joined its fellow in her vagina.  Again she was struggling against the cords pinning her in place.

    Desperately, she was trying to grind her groin further into the creature’s embrace.

    The tentacle currently in her mouth slipped slowly out past her lips, but nothing replaced it.  She panted, begging silently for more.

    “Ready for a break, my dear?”

    “Fffffffuuu-“

    “What was that, Apollonia?” the governor said, easing closer.  He activated a hidden recording device, planning on reliving this moment for years to come.

    “FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

    “That bad, eh?”

    “FUCK ME!” she cried, the vehemence in her voice staggering him back.

    “Wha-“

    “Harder! Faster! God Emperor, don’t stop now. MORE!”

    This… this wasn’t right.  She wasn’t supposed to be liking this.

    But he couldn’t argue.  He was so hard, it was getting difficult to think.  “As you wish, my dear,” he said, positioning the head of his penis closer to her face.

    Her hand broke free from the beast’s coils and knocked him away, hard.  He fell back, dropping the controller on the bed.

    “Bigger!” she cried.  “Terra, I didn’t know I could feel so full!”  A tendril slid into her mouth and her head rose to meet it, kissing it obscenely as it eased passed her lips.

    “S-stop this!” Valentino said.  He scrambled to his knees, his hands desperately patting around for the remote.

    Apollonia’s loud moaning caught his attention and he saw the little device in her free hand.  The creature had long since freed her, and she was hugging up against it, wrapping her legs around its nominal back.

    Those words… those words she used… Valentino had heard them before.  Often.  They were her favorite phrases to use in bed, and they never failed to annoy him. They always sounded so fake, so rehearsed. But now… now was different.

    Watching Apollonia give herself to the tyranid, completely giving herself to it, it took him a long time to realize what that difference was.  It was the same as her moaning.  The same as the sight of her hips rocking into its pseudo-phalluses.

    “God Emperor,” he whispered.

    She actually meant it.  For the first time since he had known her, she was actually enjoying it.

    Before, a dozen times before, he had thought she loved the feel of his body against, inside hers.  Maybe she even believed it herself.

    But no, the truth was all too clear now.  It wasn’t she that had failed to satisfy him, it was he that failed to satisfy her.

    That thought hurt him more than he would have thought possible as he watched the creature atop of her, and her writhing in pleasure in its embrace.

    His hand returned to his cock, and he started to pump once more.

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    Hours later the venomthrope crawled back into its crate for a nap. Behind it, Apollonia lay on the soiled bed, soaked to the bone in alien juices and slime.

    Valentino wiped a tear from his eye and went to her side, crawling up into the hot mire of the bed.

    "Apollonia?" he said, drawing near.

    Her head surged up and she kissed him hard on the lips. Surprised at first, he kissed her back after a second.  The creature's taste was all over her tongue.

    "That was... amazing," she said, breathless.

    He said nothing.

    She looked up into his eyes.

    "I fucking love you," she said.

    After a moment, he smiled.