Smut for the Smut Throne
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You wanted it /tg/, so here it is. Khorne and Slaanesh finally get a room. Contains /ss/, heavy BDSM, and the kind of fucking that blows mortals minds just reading it. (Or it will, once this is done, anyways)
You need to read this- it's soooooo exciting. I promise you won't regret it... -or so says Slaanesh, at least.
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. 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 playing cards in the Formless Wastes with the other major warp entities. Which meant only one thing: one of them had captured him. Roaring in rage, the Blood God strained against his bonds, only to become dismayed when they did not simply break from his strength.
“Oh, I’m afraid you won’t be leaving that easy…” purred the 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…”
“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 ideal. 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.
“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.
“Oh I know. I know. You want nothing more than to eviscerate me and drink my blood. But that 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…”
Chapter One
NOTE: This section is written by a totally different Newfag, as the old one quit this project (see Discussion page). Improve, and let me know. I'm just starting out, so this may require bettering. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Now, let's be clear here. Chaos Gods are super-powerful in their own right, but as with any god, that's not to say their physical bodies can't be injured/twisted/you get the idea. And, really, even for a Chaos God, being stuck deep in your mortal enemy's territory, with them at the height of their strength, and you at the bottom of yours, being drained every second by the realm itself- it's not a situation it's that easy to get out of. This was why, as anger flooded Khorne's body and clouded his mind, he 'felt' something else creep in, unbidden- a softening of his fury. Remember, Khorne was stuck deep in Slaanesh's domain, and as Slaanesh licked her lips with a long, serpentine and moist tongue, and began running her hands up and down his body- well, there's only so long even the Lord of Battles can last. Yes, there was no mistaking it- Khorne's rage was evaporating like blood off a hot axe, but sooooooo veeeeeeery slooooooowly.