Editing Bride of Slaanesh (section)

== '''Part 2''' ==


Velina screamed.
 
It was a sound often heard in the cities of Naggaroth, yet this one was different, and utterly rarer. Not only because it emerged from a druchii mouth, but because the laughter of dark elves didn’t follow in its wake.
 
Nothing did, except for another scream torn from the lips of the beautiful sorceress.
 
She screamed her throat raw, tasting blood on her tongue, hearing the endless, hostile chorus of the ritualists and witnesses chanting like sinister percussion to her howls. Her entire world contracted to the sensation of searing, tearing agony between her legs and pushing up into her stomach.
 
Instinct took over, forcing her body into fight or flight. She could do neither. Crushed under the beast’s weight, there was no way to move. She realised with sick, dizzying dread that she was impaled in place – literally impaled – on its pulsing, thickly-veined shaft.
 
It hadn’t hurt for the first few moments. Her heart had beat faster at the touch of the weighty lance of flesh. She had almost purred at the rich, meaty smell rising from the sword-long member resting against the tender pink skin of her pussy. She’d felt herself getting wetter at that smell, like it was the scent of lust itself, sending little pleasure shocks through her loins.
 
The beast had lowered onto her, darkening her senses in a cover of oiled muscles, stinging sweat and shaggy fur that smelled of blood. She had time to clutch at the brute’s shoulders, holding onto his slick flesh for what precious little support it provided.
 
Then the daemon had entered her. The single thrust had not been deep – at least not relatively. More than half of the beast’s shaft still lay outside the screaming druchii female. Velina had no idea of the size beyond something vast and invasive forcing her body open to accept it. With no idea how to react, with no capacity to deal with the pain, she’d felt herself accidentally tightening her stomach muscles in a futile attempt to block the beast’s thrust. The daemon brayed at that, roaring its lust at the delicious wet friction and sinking in deeper despite her tightness and pathetic resistance.
 
Through the terror and confusion, her mother’s psychic voice: ‘It is pleased! You please it, my daughter!’
 
Velina screamed again as a shaft the width of her brother’s muscular forearm slid punishingly deeper into her. She cried out, babbling nonsense, weeping about being split in half. All she heard in reply was laughter, the cruel laughter of her people, and the beast’s grunts becoming fiercer. It was enjoying her. She felt it hardening within her loins and stomach, the rough skin of its shaft with its rope-like veins sending her wild with panic and pain as it began to withdraw for the first time.
 
The sharp agony of desecration receded to be replaced by a throbbing ache of aftermath and loss that was almost as bad. Velina trembled, feeling herself on the edge of losing control of her thoughts, her body, of everything. For the first time since the daemon had defiled her, she opened her eyes. A thick string of discoloured drool fell from its snarling lips to land on her breast, coating the nipple in slime. The great beast raised itself off her, the fist-sized head of its mammoth member sliding out of her tight hole with a sucking pop sound. This, too, made her cry out.
 
For several beats of her frenzied heart, Velina thought it was over. In the chaos of her thoughts, she’d forgotten what came next. The reminder came when the beast stood by the altar, its blade-long shaft twitching in time to its daemonic bloodflow, shining with her juices and… The sorceress took in shivering breaths as she looked at her virginal blood marking the beast’s cock.
 
Slowly, her pale fingers reached out to touch the pulsing spear of veined meat. She stroked it, hating and relishing its steel hardness, flushed with pleasure that it was her body that caused this reaction in so mighty a creature, but almost broken by the agony it inflicted upon her. And now, more ritual. She prayed silently to recall the exact words as they slurred from her. Pain and the drug-rich mist stole her senses, and she had to fight to speak clearly. Her eyes met the red orbs of the daemon.
 
‘I…offer you this blood, as proof of my purity.’
 
She inched closer, her dark lips planting the softest of kisses on the burning meat of its shaft. She felt her mouth grow hot as she tasted her own blood and juices. The rite called for a kiss – just a single kiss, to symbolically bless the beast’s claiming of her virginity. Velina, wet with sweat and blinking back tears in the purple mist, was all too aware of the eyes resting upon her. Not just her family’s, but the daemon’s as well. She…she wanted to please it. And while she wanted to impress her bloodline and glory in her position in front of the other nobles, she was secretly shocked at how she also ached to please this hellish creature, to win its true favour and please it as it desired.
 
So she licked. She swept her tongue along its hot flesh, taking long, hard licks without once breaking eye contact with the beast. At first she tasted herself – her juices and her blood. But the beast’s musky scent was overpoweringly addictive this close, and while there was no hope she could fit the meaty pole in her mouth, she sprinkled delicate kisses all over the bloody head, cleaning it with her lips. And after she was done, she licked it from thick base to swollen tip, pausing to suck softly on the sides.
 
The daemon shuddered at her efforts, letting out an animalistic grunt. Velina gasped as a shot of thin, blackish liquid trickled from the slit in its cock head. This she intercepted with more quick licks, tasting the creature’s precum and feeling flooded with joy at causing such a reaction. She smiled as she licked: this, too, was power.
 
Velina couldn’t resist. Naked, bathed in sweat and blood, licking the pulsing rod of a daemon summoned only for her, she looked past the hulking body and met her cousin’s eyes. Her smile was richly sincere as she took one long winding lick up to the beast’s fistlike cock head, and winked at Xanthya with her mouth still open, still tasking the hot meat. The Witch Elf ground her teeth together at her cousin’s wink, cursing in silence.
 
Velina looked back up into her master’s eyes, ignoring all else but her need to please it.
 
Her mother’s psychic reprimand broke through her mounting passion.
 
‘Velina, stop that! It must release itself within you, you stupid whore!’
 
The daemon’s purpose seemed to have dimmed, as it stood there, grunting softly and shivering under the tiny elf girl’s attentions.
 
‘But mother… The taste, mother. Just a minute more. It’s like nothing I-’
 
‘Now, you little slut! If you ruin this, I’ll feed your eyes to the house slaves!’
 
Velina broke her licks and kisses with a reluctant pout. The daemon shook its horned head, like a snorting bull, and growled deeply from the pit of its belly. The sorceress stood on the stone altar, raising herself achingly to her feet and trying hard not to limp. With her bare feet on the stone, she was almost as tall as her daemon lover.
 
‘Sit, great lord, emissary of the Dark Prince. Let your wife please you. And if she pleases you, then bless her with your seed.’
 
With ponderous slowness, the daemon sat on the altar, its shaft still pointing straight up like a thick spear. This was it, Velina knew. This was the moment where everything mattered. She stood above the sitting beast, her feet either side of its thighs. Slowly, with infinite care, she lowered herself down.
 
The juicy sound of her pussy lips parting for his shaft made her blush, but with her hands on his heaving shoulders, she lowered her ass inch by inch, willingly impaling herself and taking in as much as she could handle.
 
Her mother’s psychic plea was urgent. ‘More, my sweet. Please, that is barely a hand’s size inside you.’
 
Velina looked into the beast’s eyes, half-standing, straddling his spearlike member, and sliding down its leathery shaft until she felt it bumping deep within her stomach. It hurt, it hurt like no pain had ever hurt before, but she was in control now, and Velina delighted in pain when she was the one in control of it.
 
‘Good… good girl,’ her mother whispered. Velina cut the telepathic link with a moment’s willpower. Irritating crone, always interrupting.
 
It was awkward positioning, but Velina moved her hips sinuously, tightening herself around the huge cock impaling her. She gracefully slid up and down with gentle intensity as her hips swung from side to side. All the while, she met her husband’s eyes. It grunted, its breaths coming faster and faster as she moved her dancelike moves, her every action focused on milking his massive spear into her belly.
 
With a forceful growl, it reached behind her and jammed a thick middle finger up into her asshole. She bit her lip and smiled at the delicious pain, kissing the monster on its goatish nose.
 
‘I love that,’ she whispered. ‘Master.’
 
And still she moved.
 
The daemon released without the warnings a mortal would give. The first sign Velina knew her efforts were working was a primeval roar from the beast’s throat, aimed up at the chamber ceiling. She was so scared that she froze the movements of her circling hips, and that’s when she felt the first of the burning hot seed splash into her.
 
The first spurt hit her like a punch, forcing her to expel a pained breath, as boiling hot ooze shot into her body. She took the second blast, feeling its lumpy thickness like a full stomach after a meal. The third hit her insides with such force, she feared she’d throw up. Her pussy was locked tight around the member that stretched it so forcefully, so nothing ran out until she – in a panic – lifted herself up. As she stood, a gush of daemonic black seed hissed down her legs, coating them in thick, dark slime.
 
There were cries of joy and blessing said in her name, but she heard none of them. She was focused on the erupting lance beneath her. The fourth shot powered out like a bolt of liquid lightning, smacking into her chest and breasts with slapping force. She cried out in girlish giggles at the sight, forgetting all her pain as the beast gripped its member and aimed it at her naked body. The fifth, sixth and seventh spurts smacked into her, literally drenching her skin from thighs to shoulders with dark ooze. She ran a fingertip over her perky nipple, gathering a drip of the slime, and sucked I from her finger. It tasted of lust and power and heat and sugar and…
 
Velina turned her head slowly, looking over her shoulder at the gathered crowd. In the silence that followed, she smiled gently.
 
‘Everyone leave. I wish to be alone with my husband.’
 
The rite completed, her wish was obeyed. She cleared her throat, still shy about this matter despite what had transpired. ‘Not…you, Xavaric.’
 
Her brother froze, and their eyes met. ‘Sister?’
 
She licked another finger clean of dark sperm, looking between her daemonic lover and her bloodstained brother. ‘You stay, Xavaric. Watch me.’ She bit her lip. ‘Watch over me, I mean. Stand guard.’
 
He nodded, hiding his smile. The room fell dark as the chamber doors closed, signalling an end to the ritual.