Eldar Hive Chow

	Kayrosa breathed heavily, staring down at the fallen monster before her, her witchblade deeply embedded into its chitinous skull. A hand drifted to her face, wiping away the alien ichor that was splattered on her helmet as she placed a foot against the creature's head, pulling out her blade. The first victory had been won, the Tyranids that came to claim this Maiden World for their Hive Fleet was in shambles. Though regrettably, it was partially in thanks to the Imperials who had lended aid to her people. She turned her head, looking to the white-armor clad feminine forms who were now methodically burning what remained of the Tyranid corpses. Though there was a certain lethargy about them, and rightfully so, as the battle beforehand was not easily won.

	Kayrosa's attention turned to her Storm Guardians who looked equally weary in appearance, though not so much as the Imperials. An advantage that Kayrosa would soon take hold of. Though truth be told, she felt drained herself, looking down to see her ichor covered hand shaking slightly, that oppressive feeling in the Warp's energies that the Tyranids brought still weighing slightly on Kayrosa's mind. It was something that all Eldar felt, though unfortunately for Kayrosa, this feeling was especially strong due to her psychically adept nature as a Warlock. Yet she could only imagine what it was like for a Farseer to endure such mental strain.

	Thankfully, however, Kayrosa could faintly feel the effects of the Warp's Shadow waning, allowing her to regain more of her mental focus, her witchblade giving a humming crescendo as it returned to its full potential.

	"Warlock Kayrosa, we have defeated the Tyranids. What now of the mon-keigh...?" One of Kayrosa's Storm Guardians had wandered to her side,  her mesh armor looking battered while being torn in some places, revealing wounds and flesh to the elements while her helmet was nowhere to be seen. Kayrosa's attention turned to the Imperials once more, noticing that their "Canoness" was beginning to advance in their direction, treading across the rubbled, corpse covered ground of the city square, undoubtedly to speak with Kayrosa. She gripped the hilt of her witchblade, looking to the Storm Guardian.

	"Prepare yourself, Meslith. We deal with them now," Kayrosa spoke hastily in a low tone, despite the fact that the Canoness likely could not hear Kayrosa from so far away, or understand Eldar for that matter. The Canoness's powered treads came to a stop in front of Kayrosa, the armor's joints whining slightly as she adjusted her stance.

	"The head of the Tyranid beast has been severed, Warlock Kayrosa. However, I fear there may be more hiding within this city yet," the Canoness spoke in a purposeful, methodic tone, giving Kayrosa a vacant look through her black bangs. Kayrosa stared back, the blank visage of her helmet giving a more lively look than that of the Canoness.
"That may be, 'Canoness', but our task was to sever the beast's synapse. Not to reclaim your city."
"Going back to your Craft World so soon?"
"No," Kayrosa's witchblade twirled in her grasp, her rune of quickening flashing as she invoked its power, turning her movements into a swift blur as she drove the witchblade forward into the chest of the Canoness, "I am retaking this one." She pulled back, drawing her blade from the chest of the Canoness as swiftly as she had placed it there. "Strike now, my sisters! Remove these mon-keigh from our Maiden World!" Kayrosa shouted to her Storm Guardians, their lithe forms quick to respond the moment she gave the command to attack.

	They were already upon the Battle-sisters by the time half of them had turned their massive flamers in their direction, cutting them down swiftly. Yet, for as quick as the Storm Guardians had descended upon the enemy, it would not be enough to prevent their brutal retaliation. To Kayrosa's horror, the massive flamers and meltas of the white-armor clad forms turned to the Eldar, letting forth their purging flames, and bringing down a large portion of them. Both sides were taking heavy blows. Heavier than Kayrosa had anticipated.

	Yet she was unwilling to relinquish her assault upon the Imperials, she was invested now. Raising her shuriken pistol towards the enemy and taking a step forward, she felt a sudden darkness falling over her, heavy and oppressive. The Shadow of the Warp.

But this couldn't be! We had slain the Hive Tyrant commanding these Tyranids... surely there isn't another!

Kayrosa's thoughts became heavier and heavier, as if something was placing an actual, physical weight upon her body, forcing her to her knees. Everything was a chaotic mess of static to her. She could not see or hear her sisters, and her feeling was numbed by this sudden mental assault. It was as if the shadow was focused specifically upon her, shrouding her senses.

	What could be perceived to be muffled, distant cries resounded in her ears, coupled with shrieking roars. Her senses were slowly coming back to her, yet still the shadow hung over her mind, making it difficult to move or think with direction. In a foolish move, her hands latched onto her helmet, undoing it and throwing it to the ground, allowing her long ebony locks to flow freely. But this only made the scratching pain within her mind worse. Clutching the sides of her head, she collapsed further upon herself, wishing for the pain to go away.

	And slowly it did, her vision and hearing coming back to her, yet in dampened forms as the oppressive psychic force was still there. It was near her... in front of her. Her eyes opened, staring at the ground, her witchblade -devoid of all power- resting near her knees; her helmet thrown off to the side, resting a good distance away from her; and in front of her, a pair of massive insectoid hooves. Kayrosa's heart lurched in her chest, her breathing becoming scarce as she came to the realization of her situation.

	Her eyes slowly moved upwards, trailing up the powerful monstrosity's legs and to its thorax that towered over her. Resting at its sides were four massive extensions of bone in the shape of broad, dull-tipped blades, half of one appearing to be missing or shorter than the others, and in the vague shape of a hook. Kayrosa hesitantly went to make eye-contact with the creature, only to find that it was staring directly at her with its dull red eyes.
"Y-you..." Kayrosa stammered, shifting backwards along the ground, trying to crawl away from it as she was overcome with a sense of fear. She had fought this Hive Tyrant before, many years ago upon a different world. She looked to her left, trying to see if there was anyone to aid her against this monster. She found no allies to aid her, instead finding many Tyranid Warriors moving about either dead or incapacitated Battle-sisters and Storm Guardians. Using their scything talons in methodic ways, the Warriors removed the armor from both Human and Eldar before gripping hold of their bodies and carrying them to one of the many awaiting Carnifexes. The monstrous creatures would then open their maws wide, slipping out a thick saliva covered tongue to wrap about the lithe forms of the women in a prehensile manner before dragging them into their jaws to be swallowed whole.

	Giving a small gasp of fear to what she saw, Kayrosa's head turned to her right, only to see a similar sight. No one was there to save her from the Hive Tyrant, and the vengeance that it likely wished to deliver. Furrowing her brow and steeling her mind as best she could under the weight of the oppressive Shadow, she lunged forward, gripping hold of her witchblade and bounding back a step. Her footing faltered for a moment before regaining, yet her fear and anxiety was made clear to the monstrosity in front of her. The creature bared its jagged teeth, as if to mimic a smile, and let out a warbling growl, as if amused.

	It stepped forward, raising its four sabres, readying itself to strike. Kayrosa responded, channeling what power she could into her witchblade, causing its surface to flicker with power that she struggled to maintain. As if knowing she was not making it out of this, she foolishly charged forward, raising her blade to bear. "Fleshy daemon!" she cried, swinging her weapon to strike at the creature, only to find it parried by one of the many blades. She winced, struggling as she pushed forward with the blade, causing it to scrape along the other edge, awaiting the beast's lethal counter-attack. Yet it did not come. Instead, the beast quickly moved its hooked blade forward, gaining hold of Kayrosa's witchblade and wrenching it from her grasp, disarming her and leaving her standing before the Tyrant with no weapon to speak of. In the next moment, she felt a cracking, sharp pain in her left side before she flew to her right, skidding across the dusty asphalt and coming to a painful stop.

It... smacked me with its tail?!

She pressed her palms into the ground, her body screaming in pain at her now as she attempted to lift herself onto her elbow and peer over her shoulder towards the sound of thundering hooves, the Hive Tyrant advancing on her. Its teeth bared again, giving that same warbling growl from before as its tail snaked around to its front, a pincer on its end flexing open to grasp Kayrosa. It seemed to be enjoying this... She futilely resisted the tail as the boney pincer on its end gripped hold of her, squeezing tightly around her waist before lifting her from the ground, causing her to wince and cry out in pain.

	The tail raised her through the air, facing her towards the Tyrant’s front, its teeth still beared. Kayrosa's hands gripped onto the boney pincer clamped around her waist, defiantly trying to wrestle its hold free, only for the beast to grip tighter, as if more aware than some swarmling. Kayrosa cried out in pain once more, squirming in the pincers grasp as the Tyrant responded with a cry of its own, opening its maw that looked wide enough for Kayrosa to fit, and letting out a deafening, spittle filled roar. She sat transfixed, staring down the cavernous maw of the creature, terrified by the implications of its size. And worse yet... its size in specific. This Hive Tyrant looked larger than last Kayrosa encountered it.

	She writhed, her heartbeat quickening as she stared the beast in the face, her own caught in a look of fear. Noting the monster for being somewhat intelligent, Kayrosa parted her lips in an effort that she knew was in vain, especially to the Tyranids, "Dannan..." Mercy. The beast snorted to this, raising one of its boneswords towards her as a noise crackled in the back of her mind, as if coming from the Shadow that hung down on her.

"Mael dannan."

Kayrosa's eyes went wide, shaking her head violently, trying to voice her protest, yet only finding sounds of distress which drove the Tyrant further. But to Kayrosa's surprise, the Tyrant did not swing its deadly boneblade in full force towards her. Rather, the monstrous creature meticulously maneuvered its saber along her form -similar to the Warriors she had observed- and began slicing through her Warlock robes. Her struggling stopped as the blade neared her body, cutting close, yet somehow managing to come clear of her, rending her armor only. She could not help but stare, confused and afraid, wondering how the creature's blade had sliced through her rune armor so easily, as well as for what purpose it was removing specifically that. Though, she had some semblance of why in the back of her clouded mind…

	As the boneblade crept away from her body, humming faintly with power, so too did her rune armor and robes, slumping around her delicate shoulders typical of a female Eldar. Kayrosa blinked her eyes, swallowing slightly, her face flushed a shade of red as her entire front was left exposed to the Tyranic monstrosity, causing her heart to beat faster. Placing its hooked blade around one of its other chitinous arms, the Tyrant reached for Kayrosa with an alien hand, carefully working with the prehensile pincer of its tail to fully remove her robes and runes, tossing them to the side, and leaving the whole of her lithe, pale form naked and exposed, save for the boots that she wore.

	She kicked one of her dangling legs, eyes transfixed on the Tyrant's bared teeth, though noticing in the corner of her eye that the other Tyranids were beginning to gather around it now, seeming to have finished devouring the last of the combatants left on the battlefield. The grip around her waist tightened as the long and prehensile tail began to lift her higher, the Tyrant's gaze and bared teeth following her along the way before finally her boot-clad feet dangled overhead. Her hands grasped at the cold chitin clamped around her soft waist, staring down towards the monster who held her with a feeling of rising dread that was slowly beginning to rival that of She Who Thirsts.

	Its teeth began to part as its massive deep-red tongue coiled out from between them, snaking out like a serpent towards Kayrosa's boots, wrapping about her ankles tightly. She winced, jerking her legs upwards in reaction, trying to keep the creature's defiling tongue away from her body, though she knew it would be of no use. In this same pulling action, the Tyrant took advantage of it, as if anticipating it, jerking the grip of its tongue downwards as it pulled the boots free from Kayrosa's feet, leaving their delicate forms exposed. Closing its maw, the creature swallowed her boots with ease, and with that, had fully stripped her form, leaving her ready for what was to come…

	The Tyrant's eyes locked with Kayrosa's, its bared teeth parting slightly as it gave its warbling growl. Looking into its eyes, even with her clouded mind from the oppressive Shadow, she could defer a look of hunger from it. Every Tyranid had the look naturally, as that was their nature. But this look... there was something different to it. Something that caused Kayrosa to writhe within the Tyrant's grasp, desperately trying to get away as her eyes widened in terror, kicking her curved legs frantically, sounds of struggle escaping from her lips.

	It's maw opens wide, the same massive, wet, red tongue stretching out from between the creature's jaws, advancing on Kayrosa's feet. The smooth, wet surface of the tongue slides along the bottom of her foot, catching it in one of its frantic swings before swiftly latching onto the other, wrapping about their smooth forms. As the wet, hot muscle wound its way up and around Kayrosa's lithe legs, it lathered their smooth forms with saliva, causing her heart to race to the point that she could feel it pounding in her chest. Slowly, the tail's grip began to lower her into the monstrous creature's maw, the wet humid air lingering inside encasing her feet and legs, giving her the feeling of sinking into something dreadful. Her legs wriggle, trying to get free from the slimy grasp of the tongue that continued to crawl its way up her legs, yet resisting it only causes it to slide about her flesh even more, filling her with a surprisingly pleasant, almost arousing feeling.

	Kayrosa shook her head, trying to remove that thought from her mind. Yet, it lingered, amidst all the feelings of fear. Descending further, the monster's throat finally reaches Kayrosa's feet, the eager muscles unlike most normal throats, the wet muscular tissue reaching out with small pseudopod-like extensions, gripping hold of her feet and pulling her down into the throat. Her toes and soles were encased in the wet, hot tissue as it began to tug her downwards. Her breathing was becoming sporadic and her eyes wide as a wet gulp resounded from the creature's throat, pulling her down up to above her knee, the creature's tail letting go from her waist.

	The Tyrant's tongue had slipped from from her feet and calves by this point, but her legs were not free from its exploring grasp yet. A wet sensation graced the back of Kayrosa's thighs, sliding along and between her rear, curving down towards her sacred webway, triggering an immediate response from her in the form of a surprised, yet pleased gasp. It was clear that the Tyrant had some wishes of exploring Kayrosa's "biomass" before it was through with her. Fully within the Tyrant's maw now, its tongue still violating her lower region, the monstrosity finally closed its jagged teeth, shutting her world in hot, humid darkness.

	Resting halfway within the creature's throat and enshrouded in total darkness, Kayrosa braced her palms against its wet palette and lower jaw, trying to gain some grip or control of her situation. Yet, she only found the slick walls within the maw to not be in her advantage, fueling her feelings of despair even further. The tongue began moving again, sliding its way up along Kayrosa's nethers and along her flat, smooth midriff, causing her to wince and twitch from the stimulating sensations before the slick muscle found its way to her fairly endowed breasts. Slipping around and between the soft orbs, the tongue continued its journey across Kayrosa's Eldar form, and adding to her lightheadedness, barely able to cope with the situation. Yet it seemed as though it had come to an end.

	The creature's tongue retreated from Kayrosa's form, sliding back between her thighs swiftly, causing her to give another gasp, just before the stretching, grasping pseudopods of the Tyrant's throat reached up, engulfing Kayrosa's hips, and pulling her down. A final, large, wet swallow came from the Tyrant's throat as a firm, Eldar-shaped bulge worked down its throat and into its awaiting stomach. For Kayrosa, the journey was startling and quick, the muscles of the monster's throat opening and engulfing her soft form in tight, muscly walls, squeezing her down a narrow tube as quickly as it had began. She felt herself tumble into a small, wet space with hot muscly walls that heated the humid "air" of the creature's insides. The space provided practically no room to move, forcing her to curl up into a fetal position, wrapping her arms about her soft body, the tight, wet walls pressing into her every shape and contour.

	From deep within the creature she could hear its heart and organs working to power the monstrous form, as well as the warbling growl it had given from before, yet even more deafening from within.

"Oh Isha... save me..." Kayrosa lamented quietly from within  the confines of the stomach, her nerves finally in a more settled state, knowing that this was her fate. But then a realization.

Her soulstone.

"No..."

Completely naked within the stomach of a Tyranid... without her soulstone.

"No! No! No!"

What cruel fate could possibly await...? From one stomach to another.