Gold-pinned eyes narrow. Slow. Glacial. Ten men, throwing back chairs, drawing sidearms or hefting oblong monomolecular picks. They used them to cut ore samples, He was told. This is a mine, so that makes sense. It was a mine. The Terran Confederation owns this asteroid. They may be close enough to the rimworlds for that to seem like a joke, but look at me.

Do I look like I'm laughing?

She's eight feet tall. On Old Earth, they'd have called her an Olympian. A demigod. The (woman?) form, molded to the heights of athleticism. Perfect proportions, angular jaw, long legs. The right side of her scalp is shaved to stubble. The rest is a tangled mane of loose blonde locks and long braids. Feathers, rings of bone, carnivorous teeth. Her eyes are gold, pinned black. They aren't sane eyes. They aren't kind eyes.

There's a word etched in her breastplate above her heart with the point of a knife. A name. Her name.

From the neck down, she's all business. The nuclear generator throbbing like a second, deeper heartbeat near the small of her back runs the show. Janissary gear, though all the old badges and icons have been sand-blasted off. Artificial muscle-fibers hum with power. Servos purr with oiled, lovingly-maintained perfection. Injection ports near her ribs dump enough artificial adrenaline into her blood to make her jaw tighten. Adrenaline. Coagulants. Muscle Relaxers. Painkillers. In the time it takes for the first sidearm to swing in her direction, she's lightning caged in human flesh. A frozen bar of distilled anger, clad in power armor and vibrating faintly. She is shining teeth and the beast that hunted man to the brink of species death when Old Earth turned in the grip of blizzards that could level mountains.

Her cunt soaks through her bodysuit. Eradix is a godsend of a stimulant. It makes the alterations to one's libido worth it, if barely. Her clitoris is so hard that every beat of her heart scrapes it against the fabric. Her insides clench upon nothing, tight enough to bruise themselves. They don't stop, either.

And people thought that muscle relaxers sounded like a stupid addition to a combat mix. Shows what they know.

The Vessor 12 at her hip comes free. Her arm levels. Her elbow doesn't lock, but her armour does. A solid slug reduces that first poor imbecile to pink mist and an iron stink from his navel up. The world ratchets back into focus. They move like drunks. One comes at her from the left. She bats his arm aside and it snaps his wrist like dry kindling. She steps into him, powering her elbow into his skull. The impact kills him instantly. He doesn't have time to scream. She can smell them. Urine and panic. A solid round or two glances from her breastplate. Another smacks her in the hip. Someone with enough cash to spring for laser weaponry tries their luck. Stupid. That shit hardly works when the only impediment is somebody's dress shirt.

Six beats of her heart, and it's over. All dead. All except for him. She bares her teeth. Elongated canines match her eyes. Lupine. There's a wolf inside of her. Some people call it superstitious nonsense. Some people say she's meddling.

She can hear a human heartbeat through a closed door, and smell cordite from upwind and two miles off. She knows her place in the pack without a word. She knows where her sisters hunt from instinct. The pack. The war-clan. Tribalism refined to a killing-art. Flesh bred and shaped for war, then sold to the highest bidder. Janissary life, a lifetime ago. Most don't get the choice to leave. Most don't live that long. Another few decades, and her hair might start to gray. That's a joke she'd probably actually laugh at.

"This asteroid-"

He adds, quick to meet her sharp gaze. Eyes, keen. Cautious. He's young. An adult still, but way younger than the rest of those she has just taken care of. His skin pale.

"This asteroid and her bounty are the lawful property of the Terran Confederacy. Your friends did not believe themselves beholden to those laws. Your friends are dead. You are not dead, because your hands are empty."

He can see that she's close to hyperventilating. Soaked through her bodysuit twice now. She needs more. Friction. Another joke. What the body needs is to slap her pussy until it is red-raw, swollen, and aching. Then, if she's lucky, she'll have burned enough of the battle-poison out of her veins to consider something other than fighting or fucking. Her head tilts. It is the barely-angled gesture of a carnivore regarding something curious.

Her lips peel back from her teeth. Her smile is a shark's smile. The broad baring of interlocking daggers in the moment before they gape wide and drag him screaming and pleading into the abyss.

"My crew will make an example. A decimation. One in ten. You will live. You will crawl to me on your hands and knees."

She's sweating, even though the recycled air here is cold enough to warrant thermal gear in portions of the rock. Her codpiece, through your own tampering, is the easiest part of your gear to remove. Six adamantite buckles, a pair of needle-thin data jacks, and the vulcanized covering that fits it securely to the rest of her wargear.

Soaked fabric and the cloying aroma of soaked pussy. Female. Woman. Or perhaps more. Combat-hot and frenzied. The temperature of the room actually makes it steam. "You will use your mouth,"

She adds, her voice rumbling out of her chest in a hungry, wet snarl. . .

I usually don't like to control what my partner's character is doing or how they behave. But it was the easiest way to deliver this.

So what do I want?

A nasty, fierce, possessive Mommy-Dom material. With some sort of Wolf pack mentality aspect to it. (Too much Space Wolves from Warhammer 40K is to blame.)

This doesn't have to be story heavy. But can be. Right now I'd love to have some sort of dynamic between the two, starting as her toy only to become a pup/whelp she values in her eyes, becoming suddenly possessive. Perhaps even seeing him grow (Not literally or maybe?) to become a "Wolf" worthy of being beside her or even taking control over the pack?

Dommes, Subs, and switches all are welcome for this!

The same goes for the kinkiest and extreme of you! If you're very vanilla but want to RP too hit me up and let's see if We can think of something! Btw I don't RP via Reddit Chat.

Kinks: Amazonian women, either them being dominated or them dominating their partner; breeding; anal, and feet, face sitting, switch relationships, romance, cuddling, playful wrestling, sweat, pubic hair (armpit/crotch), monstrous characters, musk, giantess, frotting, facesitting, grinding, hotdogging, piercings, tattoos, bodypaint, worship, scars, addictive cum (not hypnotizing kind, just more of a satisfying type usually just for futa characters.) , foreskin play, small dom big sub/big dom small sub, futanari, MILF's, very curvy/well-endowed characters, Herbos (Himbo but for futa/female character.), mommy/big sis personality, gentle giant, doting character paired up with someone sickly, ugly duckling trope, chubby but strong/big women/futas, hyperspermic futas, fat cocks, big testicles, huge breasts, thick thighs, dark skinned/tanned characters, Foodplay (Kinda related to chubby characters and more extreme fetishes) -> (More extreme kinks from vore and toilet play are fine too but have to be discussed, and also aren't a must/needed to those against them. I'm into some of them and I'm indifferent to others.)

Not really kinks but writing preferences: Third person, multi-paragraph responses from both sides. (4-6 paragraphs minimum or more.), mutual worldbuilding.

Limits: Abuse, Underage, Cheating, Cuckold, ntr.

Since I already mentioned some extreme kinks, I might just make a list of all the gross, nasty shit I am open to playing/including but I don't see fitting into our RP unless both parties enjoy that kink and want to explore it in this or another pairing. If I didn't mention something you're into though and you also consider it extreme/very niche, feel free to bring it up. Hell you might just might make me enjoy another fetish that way, it's how the list below and above even formed up lmao. Well, you've been warned, here goes.

Extreme Kinks: Weight gain, vore/soft vore (all kinds) (playing prey), toilet play, Yandere, multiple breasts, female/futa brutification, smegma, primal themes, slob futa/female characters, gas/farting, belching, transformation, growth, lipples, stinky feet,

Also I'm looking for partners to my other RPs, kitsune/oni one and others.

Not sure what else to add, if you have questions message me and I'm happy to answer them and chat/discuss what else to do in the RP! And make sure to share your kinks!

So hit me up if interested. Let's talk and see What We can come up with for this story!

• Yes this is inspired by Warhammer 40K space marines. Yes I'd prefer to go with physical appearance of original space marines too but I went with 6 feet here to not scare people off. If you're into/up to play a 7-8-9 feet tall giant though I do welcome you!

• No the world doesn't have to be a complete wreck of a shithole with fascist Imperium of Man, Demons and "Orks" that are capable of upgrading their weapons just because they paint them. (Red to go fasta!)

(I'm also interested in my Fledgling healer paired up with warrior woman in a grimdark theme RP so attaching this shameless plug here. ;y And Also a scuffed shinobi idea., or the Witcher themed RP, or really any of the ideas I recently repost.)