Editing Smut for the Smut Throne (section)

==Prologue==
Awareness crept back to Khorne as he took in his surroundings. A spotlight overhead punctuated an otherwise bleak darkness,  full of soft groans and cries of delight which seemed to be coming from below him. The light was focused on a cold, stone table, to which the chaos god appeared to be bound spread eagle on. His clothing was still present, but the fact that something had eluded his consciousness troubled Khorne. 

The last thing he remembered was [[Innocence Lost|playing cards in the Formless Wastes]] with the other major warp entities. Which meant only one thing: one of them had captured him, and based on the ambient sounds he had a fairly good idea which one. Roaring in rage, the Blood God strained against his bonds, only to become dismayed(and even angrier) when they did not simply break from his strength. 

“Oh, I’m afraid you won’t be leaving that easy…” purred a voice, growing ever louder. “You see, those manacles were made in the Forge of Souls, specifically to restrain and torture my more…naughty servants.”

“I AM NO SERVANT OF YOURS!”

“True, true. That is why you are only restrained, and not a babbling mess…for now.”

“WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, I WILL PERSONALLY FLAY YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!”

A sensual moan emitted from the darkness as a woman’s head came into view. Seemingly sculpted from an image of pure beauty, her face was the vision of perfection. Violet eyes peered out from behind locks of golden hair, which were punctuated with multiple, curved horns and pointed ears.

“That sounds *delightful*” groaned Slaanesh, as she slowly stepped into the spotlight. Yet again, her body was maddeningly perfect in '''every''' aspect. The dangerous curves were covered by a corset, garter belt, stockings, and gloves. The dark, airy fabric clung to her slightly tanned flesh, bringing further definition to her form. As she stepped further into the spotlight, hands of her servants reached out in a attempt to keep a grasp on the Lady of Excess for as long as possible. She, of course, moved on as if they didn't exist. And to her, they didn't. There was only one thing on Slaanesh's mind.

"Hello, my ''dearest.''"

“YOU!”

“Yes…'''me'''”

“HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR HARLOTS! YOUR SKULL WILL ADORN MY MMMPHH!!”

Chuckling, Slaanesh interrupted Khorne’s diatribe by stuffing a ball-gag into his mouth. Made of the same material as the manacles, it was something that could not be simply dismissed away or torn. Still, his anger could only be contained so much, froth beginning to seep from the edges of his mouth. Slaanesh simply used a slender finger to transfer said saliva from Khorne's mouth to hers, before continuing.

“Oh I know. I know. You want nothing more than to eviscerate me and drink my blood. But that all can come later. First, I’m going to do something I haven’t done in quite some time.”

She leaned in, nipping the chaos god’s ear. Whispering, she giggled, “I’m going to actually enjoy myself. How? By ''fucking'' you…over and over and over…”