Editing Sister of Nurgle (section)

==Chapter IV==

Apphia woke to find the frantic battle gone; it had been replaced with a twisted jungle that spanned as far as she could see. The strong stench of decay made her choke and gag just out of reflex. The only sound was the buzz and scratching of insects, broken every few seconds by the pop and splat of pustules bursting. The cries of her fellow Sisters had been replaced by the apparent stillness of death, but behind the facade of silence everything pulsed and writhed, rejoicing in the decay. Everything seemed to twitch with life, but something was out of place. She realized, but this was a false mockery of life: Chaos. The taint was everywhere, gnawing at her soul, filling her mind. Her flamer was empty and her bolt pistol had no rounds left. Gnarled and rotting trees wove their way through this "garden" of Chaos. Bloated fungi were nestled everywhere, spores bursting out, filling the air and covering the ground. Rotting carcasses hung from vines, vicious feasting maggots bursting out from the flesh. Unending clouds of black plague flies blotted out the sun, filling the air with a menacing clicking noise. Dark rivers of noxious sludge twisted their way through the landscape, a loathsome miasma rising out of it. From the rotting and excrement-strewn ground, fungi were already working their way up her armor. Pops, clicks, and splats all blended together to form a symphony of decay that only made her increasingly uneasy.

Upon seeing the growing corruption that was befouling her armor, she gave an unearthly scream. She struggled to wrench her feet from the enveloping fungi; She gave her last bit of strength and with a sickening sound her foot was free. Thrown off-balance, she grasped a nearby bough to keep from falling over, but this sudden exertion only worsened her struggle for breath, the putrid air only making it harder. Her thoughts could barely coalesce. The surrounding taint of Chaos ripped through her mind again, and again forced her mind open and spread through her. Her training had taught her to keep the corruption of Chaos at bay, but she had never fought against anything like this before. No mere daemon could do this. It was pure and undiluted. Apphia tried to resist, but it bent her to its will, viciously defiling her mind more and more with each passing second.

The decayed bough finally gave way under her slumped form causing the lower half of her armor to become submerged in the sickening mire. It began to slowly pull her in. Apphia desperately tried to find something that would allow her to save herself; grabbing a vine, she managed to break free. Her armor had been completely defiled. Already parts began to rust away, while others burst out in Chaotic infestation. She struggled to unseal her armor before it reached her clean skin.

A Sister's armor was a treasured piece of artisan craftsmanship. It was a sin to just leave it there to be defiled by Chaos, but what choice did she have? Standing disrobed in the midst of all of the chaos made her feelings of vulnerability and isolation only worsen.

The filth and corruption was maddening; she ran as fast as she could, but there was no end to the madness before her. As the sights of evil only grew, her pace quickened. As the exertion took its toll on her, she stopped, ready to collapse. Apphia felt a mass squirming beneath her foot and realized that she had trodden into one of the numerous piles of excrement that lay scattered throughout the jungle. Daemonic worms burst from the pile, burrowing into her skin. Her initial reaction was one of shock, but waves of pleasure began to cascade through her; the intensity almost knocked her to ground. With each second, her euphoria only increased and her body trembled as it did. Her fundament twitched as she orgasmed; she had never felt anything like this before. It consumed and devoured her. A pleasure that never seemed to leave her but, like the infections, grew steadily.

Understanding began to finally dawn on Apphia. What surrounded her was not decay, but life in its truest form. Gone was the vision of a twisted jungle of death. It had been replaced with a garden of life and caring. In her unrelenting ecstasy, she finally dropped to the ground, finding it hard to move as myriad pleasures surrounded her. Near to where she laid a twisted fungus liberally oozed puss onto the ground. Her fingers reached towards it, letting them slip into the fungus, enjoying the feel of her skin decaying. Satisfied, she began to spread the noxious puss into her womanhood where it took on a life of its own and began to infect her further. Spreading slowly, it began to warp her formerly pure insides. The ecstasy was beyond intoxicating, trapping Apphia in delirium; her flesh was already beginning to rot and fester, but she still needed more. A bloated and plague-ridden corpse was lying nearby. Making her way over to it, she spied the diseased asshole with beautiful pustules ready to burst surrounding it. She extended her tongue and traced a circle, pustules bursting under her tongue. The fresh pus infected her tongue creating a powerful aphrodisiac, causing her to quicken her pace. The asshole convulsed and opened under her gentle attentions. After a strong twitch, shit began to flow out. Apphia excitedly began to gorge herself on this new offering; it slowly slid down her throat with more cursed worms bursting forth to ravage her insides.

As she began to give herself over to Chaos, the environment responded. From the rotting ground rose more bloated corpses to greet her. She eagerly took the rotting meat of its member into her mouth, savoring the sensation with each thrust, pustules bursting on her tongue. Two more took position behind her, the rotting flesh pushing deep inside her. More took position around her with the vines springing to life from the rotting trees and began to embrace her, causing twisted boils and sores to form. She felt ready to pass out from the raw fervor, but the orgy of decay only increased in intensity.

As she writhed in ever increasing agony and pleasure, plague insects began to envelop her. They bit her with dripping mandibles and caused new pestilences that only increased her euphoria. Fresh spores landed on her fraying skin, fungi taking root in her and sending another surge of pleasure through her. Apphia slowly stood up. Her body was almost entirely consumed; her stomach had burst, entrails spilling out with all manner of infections filling her body. She was the vision of chaotic beauty but she was not done. With her last bit of strength, she slid into the pestilent river. The raw Chaotic infection ripped through her and as her body fell apart she knew only one thing.

This was paradise...

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