Editing Heretical Love (section)

=== Thread 5: TRIPLE HERESY ===

Three lovely daemonettes in tow, each still a bit worked up after their strip-off, you head back into the main room.
The party has intensified tremendously.
There are even more daemonettes of all shapes, colors and sizes dancing inside cages lifted above the party-goers below. A few of them make some cat-calls in your direction, and the three daemons you are with grip you even harder, hissing at the cage strippers.
Nurgle is getting absolutely plastered on some vile looking green drink, which bubbles and steams disturbingly. Isha, holding him by the arm, is trying to get the big guy to slow down but failing because a witty little nurgling is cracking her up with Eldar jokes.
Slaanesh is in a line-for-line competition with Doomrider, each of them already snorting piles the size of your head in a single go. Each of them complete with no less than twenty assorted daemonettes each pleasuring them and getting blasted with purple daemon baby batter in turn. Neither of them seem to notice though.
Khorne, already completely sloshed, is swinging his chain axe at a potted plant while going back and forth between howling madly and bawling his eyes out.
As for Tzeentch and the Emprah, you don’t see either of them.
Strange…
Well, you aren’t going to let it bother you. It isn’t every day you have horny bitches clinging to you.
Oh wait, yes it is.

The girls lead you over to a bar where a Keeper of Secrets is tending, slapping down some truly bizarre concoctions. Most of which, you are pretty sure extend far into DO NOT WANT territory. 
There is something very unnerving about a drink with pink flailing tentacles, though many of the daemonettes seem to be enjoying said drink as it… Well… Enjoys them.
Each of your three girls take a turn ordering what they were drinking earlier; bitches have favorites you guess.
Finally the greater daemon looks at you expectantly.
“Uhh...” You mumble, stalling for time.
“I’ll take a glass of Emprah’s Mark, over rocks…” You finally decide.
The greater daemon looks at you like you had just ordered an extra sweet pink lemonade margarita or something, but reluctantly fixes your drink.
You take a sip, the whisky goes down smooth. Doesn’t taste any different from what you remembered either. Hopefully full of chaos tricks, you think to yourself, as you watch a light turquoise daemonette being throat violated by her own drink.
The four of you make your way to an empty table, the three girls crowding around you on the booth seat.
“So uh, ladies. I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced yet. My name’s Max Decarus. Now what names do you fine girls have?” You ask, trying to put your best pimp cane forward.
“Lilith!” The slaaenesh loli yells before the other two can speak.
“Ugh… Little brat… I’m Kaleshi.” The khornette growls.
“My name is Nyx, hun.” The nurglette smiles at you.
“Nice to meet you all.” You say before taking another drink.

The three girls look between each other again. This is too coincidental, they have to be talking to each other somehow.
“Well Max,” Keleshi finally turns back to you.
“What is it you feel like doing?”
“Uhh, you girls want to go dance?” You ask, gesturing with a thumb over to the floor.
The stage is massive, sprawling. You could fit several baneblades on that stage. A plethora of colored lights flash and pulse as the music blares.
“But Lilith doesn’t know HOW to dance!” The little daemonette protests.
“You’ll be fine, dear.” Nyx assures her.
You feel a flutter in your stomach as they take you in hand and lead you over to the massive mob of dancing daemonettes and various warp entities. The last time you danced was at your guardsman graduation ceremony. Your last dance being with a very large and very angry ogryn girl who gave you the choice of a dance or being clubbed in the head, dragged to her bunk, and snu snued roughly all night.
You had chosen to dance.
Suddenly, the terrifying hulk of Khorne himself lurches in front of you and you stop, dead in your tracks.
“ARE YOU HAVING FUN MY SWEET LITTLE SKULL FLOWER?!” He roars, smashing a chair into dust which than ignites and flames out into ash.
Kaleshi smiles at him before jumping up and planting a little kiss on his cheek.
“I’M HAVING A GREAT TIME!” She yells back at him.
With that, the god looks you over, nods as though he doesn’t have much of a choice, and wanders off to find more “BOOZE FOR THE BOOZE GOD!”
“…Wait, I thought you guys were sisters?” You ask, very confused now.
“Well we are, silly. See, technically daemonettes are made when a chaos god eja…”
You hold up a hand, cutting Nyx off.
“On second thought, don’t really want to know the details.”
The four of you finally make it to the dance floor, which you step on with a bit of a trepidation. Well, here goes nothing…

The beat is dropping, lasers are soaring above you through a haze of fog. 
You swallow hard, why are you more nervous now than when you were staring fucking ABBADON in the face as you charged him with a sword?
Alright man, gotta play it smooth here. Is all you can keep telling yourself.
You aren’t forced to show your hand, however, as your three dates take the lead for you.
This is almost too much fun to believe. Dancing had never been something you had sought out, but nothing you shied away from either. But now, with these three eagerly swaying and grinding on you…
The music stops, the lights stop, the lasers stop. The crowd hovers on the silence, expectantly.
With overwhelming force it restarts as noise marines pop out of the ground near the DJ and start playing along with the music.
“YOU KNOW, UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES, YOUR BRAIN WOULD MELT FROM THAT SOUND!” Kaleshi cheers happily as she jumps onto you, wrapping her legs around your waist, and leaning until she is upside-down.
Nyx is grinding hard on your leg, her eyes closed in bliss as she dances. She looks like she is really enjoying herself.
Lilith, meanwhile, has taken to flailing around madly. Other dancers have to back out of her way as she thrashes and kicks around the dance floor, giggling excitedly.
You are getting a bit taken with the music now, the crowd, the noise. Now you really start letting yourself loosen up as you grab the two older sisters and dance with them. They both look happy you finally came around.
“I’MMA LET YOU NOISE MARINES FINISH, BUT ITS TIME TO SLOW THIS FUCKER DOWN A BIT!” The DJ, a massive unclean one with a shirt reading “Sir Ulric vun Decay” yells over the mic.

“Hah!” Nyx says, wiping off her face as best she can.
“I need to go cool off a bit, it’s way too hot out here.”
And with that, she leaves you alone with the khornette, who’s eyes turn to you.
“Guess it’s just us…” You shrug.
“…mmm…” She barely answers, biting her bottom lip and looking away.
You didn’t know a khornette could blush, her cheeks glowing an even darker red. Its… Pretty damn cute, you are forced to admit.
“Shall we?” You ask, holding out your right hand to her.
Kaleshi looks at it with uncertainty, before lowering her head and refusing to make eye contact. She mumbles something.
“Pardon?”
“I… I don’t know how.” She finally answers, blushing even harder.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you look bad.” You smile sincerely and take her by the hand.

With ample hesitation, she follows you. Gathering as much smoothness as you can muster you place your hands on her waist and show her where to put hers. She does so, but still adamantly refuses to look you in the eyes.
The song is slow, but sweet rather than mournful. You don’t think too hard on it, nor the crowd around you. Your gaze is fixed firmly on the now shy khornette who killed you but several hours ago. And you are enjoying every second of it.
So wrapped up are you, that you don’t even notice as the crowd backs off around you, leaving just you and her alone on the massive dance floor.
“Hah! Hey Max, we’re the only ones dancing!” Kaleshi exclaims, trembling as she looks around to the crowd who is watching you two.
“Don’t worry about them, just loosen up and have some fun.” You tell her, though in the back of your mind panic bells are sounding and the Admiral is demanding status reports.
Finally, her eyes move up from their focal point of boring through your chest, and meet your own. She looks terrified, but maybe a bit happy too?
You lead her though the whole song, dancing as best as you know how.
Sir Decay dabs his eyes with a soggy brown cloth and a noise marine looks at him, puzzled.
“It’s just fucking beautiful, man.” He answers as he turns back to watch you and Kaleshi dance.
After what seems like an eternity, a new song fades in and one by one the crowd rejoins you. Kaleshi sighs heavily in relief.
“That was, without a doubt, the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done.” She admits as she grabs your hand and leads you over to the closest bar, ordering herself the same drink as earlier with the addition of ice.
“You did really well.” You tell her.
“Hmmm…” Is all she says in response.
A minute or so goes by as she rapidly sucks down the drink.
“Well, I’m going to go find those other two idiots and get cleaned up a bit. Here.” She says, thrusting something into your hands.
“Be there in an hour.”
And with that, she disappears out of sight.
You look down and open your hand. Resting in your palm is what appears to be a room key, etched with glowing demonic letters that reads “Suite 66”.
Well, looks like you have an hour to bun.

Before you can decide what to do, you feel a heavy gauntlet land on your shoulder.
“STOP RIGHT THERE IMPERIAL SCUMMMMM!!!!!!”
Doomrider’s flaming head lowers into view, grinning madly.
“Doomrider! My man!” You shout, as he bro-fists you.
The drug fiend biker takes the seat next to you, and lights up what looks like a cigarette.
“So, how goes it? Looks like you and the blood god’s kid had some fun out there.” He leans back as he takes a slow draw.
“Yeah, she’s actually a lot sweeter than you would think.” You can’t help but grin as you think about it.
“Glad to hear you’re having a good time. I beat that fucker Slaanesh and he’s dodging me because he refuses to pay up on the bet.”
Wait the fuck out, is Doomrider being chill as fuck right now?
“Hey Doomrider, you aren’t normally this chill, what gives?” You ask, taking a sip of another whiskey.
Doomrider exhales, a cloud of vibrant green smoke rising from his teeth.
“Yeah, purified Eldar souls.” He says, holding out the joint.
“Want to give it a try?”
“…Well… It isn’t every day you get a chance to try something like that.” You admit, accepting the glowing purple j.
With a bit of hesitation, you slowly inhale.

The voices of ten thousand Eldar crying out in tremendous pain fills every inch of your mind. All of your senses blank out, it feels like you are spinning at a million miles an hour.
Suddenly you are perched atop a landraider as it hits a hill and goes roaring up, flying into the air.
“ITS YOUR ONE WAY TICKET TO MIDNIGHT! CALL IT! HEAVY METAL!!!”
You sail about the galaxy on the tank, vibrant colors flashing and spinning all around you.
Just as quickly as it began, so does it end.
“Dude WHAT?”
Doomrider grins.
“Pretty crazy shit right?”
“Yeah…” You admit. Your head feels very strange, somehow… More perceptive?

“Did that… Do something to me?” You ask, a bit afraid as it feels as though your mind has begun to stretch.
Doomrider shrugs as he takes another drag.
“No idea, no human’s ever done Eldar before.”
“…Right…”
Still, the feeling isn’t a BAD one, just very different. 
“I’m not going to die though, am I?”
Doomrider looks over and laughs at your question, shaking his head and barely managing to take another hit.
“You’re in here already, aren’t you man? Quit freaking out, everything will be cool.”
You are staring very intently at the glass in front of you, 
making sure you have a firm grasp on reality… Though you admit, you aren’t sure if the warp counts as reality.
Your body lurches as you sneeze unexpectedly.
The glass in front of you shatters into pieces without having been touched.
Doomrider cracks up, shaking from the laughter so hard he fucks up and starts coughing up plumes of green.
What did that stuff DO?

“SLAANESH YOU FUCK! GET BACK HERE AND GIVE ME MY RAPE HANDS!” Doomrider screams and summons his motorcycle, roaring off in pursuit of the pleasure god, leaving you alone.
The bartender looks at you dubiously as he cleans up your mess and sets another drink down in front of you, which you quickly down.
You glance at the clock, half an hour has passed by.
Imagining your good luck, as you turn over the room key in your hand, gives you a bit of your bearings back.
Yeah you may have just inhaled a couple thousand psychers, but it probably won’t have any lasting and far reaching consequences… You can’t even assure yourself about that, as you explode the glass again.
The bartender looks at you, and you get the feeling it's time to go.
You've got about fifteen until you have to go find the room. You spend the time in a bathroom doing your best to get cleaned up a bit yourself. You notice you have got quite the start of a beard going on.

Fuck it, you are still a soldier after all. Hell, you give yourself a brazillian.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” You shout into the mirror.
A khorne berserker leans back from a urinal to give you a weird look.
Ignoring him, you towel off and slap on some after shave.
You are pretty tense at the thought of what is about to happen. You’ve never been with three girls at the same time, let alone three daemonettes. How long does a daemonette even last in bed? Can you even sate one of their thirsts let alone three?
Shaking your head, you give yourself a pep talk in your head.
“Cmon kid, you can do this shit, just remember everything I’ve taught you.” Creed says as he sprays some water in your mouth, his beady eyes fixed on your opponents.
Looking over at the other side of the ring, three daemonettes all dancing around, mocking you.
*Ding ding*
You fist pump, you can do this shit.
The card slides into the box on the door, and there is a faint click and a red symbol of khorne changes over to a green nurgle one.
With a quick push, you enter the room and shut the door behind you.
“Oh…My…Emprah…”

The three daemonettes are lounging around in their underwear, their hair still a bit damp, clearly they have all been in the shower. Each of them is staring right at you.
“Oh? Lost the beard did you, shame. Though you do look, statuesque.” Nyx coos as she flips over onto her stomach, rotating one of her feet in the air.
“Nice of you to join us.” Kaleshi says coolly from her seat on the bed. You notice she’s tried to boost her boobs even more and has done up her hair stylishly.
Lilith is too busy playing vidya on the hologram to do anything but mutter something incoherent.
Your heart is pumping furiously and the phallic object has awoken from his nap and grabbed its power sword, facing the daemons with the weapon bared right at them.
“Oh!” Nyx exclaims when she sees it, faking embarrassment as she puts a hand to her cheek.
Well, it isn’t fair to be the only one wearing their party garb.
You strip off your suit until you’re wearing nothing but your golden boxers that shine in the sensual lighting. The hat stays too.
“Ladies, who’s ready for their punishment first?” You manage, crossing your arms and ignoring the phallic object who is shaking and sputtering like a mad kroot tied to a tree.
The three girls all look at each other again, you know they are discussing silently amongst themselves.

“It’s my turn first!” Lilith shouts, shoving the other two aside as she leaps at you. Two feet to the chest and you are knocked onto your back, landing hard on the bed.
The eager little daemonette rips off your boxers and freezes, staring intently at your power sword.
You watch as she gets close to it, looking it over as though it were some kind of scientific experiment. Her tongue reaches out slowly, and she gives it a lick.
Its blatantly obvious, as she increases her licking and kissing, that she doesn’t really know what she’s doing. But the innocence is a massive turn on.
Lilith takes as much as she can, which admittedly is more than you thought she would be able to, and starts going to town on it.
You look down at her and notice she is obviously enjoying it, likely driven by some innate primal desire, but enjoying it nonetheless.
She slurps as her mouth finally releases you, and the little daemonette crawls up until she’s hovering over you.
Her face contorts in a mix of pleasure and pain as she lowers herself slowly, your power sword piercing her frontal armor with a STR10 attack.
“Ahhh… So good…” She moans and before you know it, she’s rapidly picking up the pace. The tightness is beyond comprehension, and it quickly has you at the edge.
Lilith puts her arms around you as you sit up and grab her hips to help her out. She’s panting heavily in your ear as she grinds herself around.
“Ngh!” You feel her tense up suddenly than become instantly and incredibly relaxed.
“Haaaah…” She moans, sinking down.
Before you know it, she’s asleep. Leaving your phallic object very worked up and cranky.
“Hmm, looks as though it’s my turn already.” Nyx smiles as she lifts the limp little daemon off of you and sets her on the rooms other bed.

Nyx pushes you back down to the bed as she unhinges her bra and lets her massive gifts of nurgle out for you to see. 
They are quite glorious.
She gives you a bit of a show as she bends over and slowly pulls off her panties, revealing the heresy underneath.
Nyx sees you watching intently and giggles.
“Don’t worry Commissar, I won’t leave you so indisposed.”
She lays down on the bed and pulls you over on top of her.
Still wet and worked up from the appetizer, the phallic object dives into the main course.
Though not as innocently tight as her sister, she is still beyond what you had expected. Completely not according to plan, she yelps in pain.
“Huh?” You freeze, worried you really screwed something up.
Nyx blushes and runs her fingers lightly along your back.
“Sorry…” She mumbles, “It’s my first time.”
You keep going as she pulls you closer, making sure to take it easy on her this time. You had always expected a nurglette to be dripping, disgusting, and smelly, but none of those is the case.
Nyx makes sweet little noises as you slowly start to increase your speed, you can feel her starting to pull you in faster and faster.
Her nails dig into you a bit and she stares into your eyes. She looks incredible, and very happy.
“Oh Max…” She groans, closing her eyes. You catch the signal and thrust harder and faster. Nyx is pushing herself up into you now, and one of her hands reaches behind her head and grabs the sheet.
“I-I’m…!” But she doesn’t have time to finish before you feel her insides pulsate and her back arches in delight. She stays like that for several seconds, before lowering herself back onto the bed with a satisfied sigh.
“You're turn.” She says coyly, before pushing you out mischievously.

“My turn.” You answer, flipping her over onto her knees and ramming yourself home. She yells out startled, but doesn’t protest.
You grab hold of her luscious ass as you drive your sword as deeply into the void as you can. The world around you is faded out and you can feel the warp overtaking you.
With one last slam you give into chaos, sending your marines into the very center of evil.
Forgetting to ask about the consequences you rapid fire your plasma cannon. Nyx continues working the gun until it stops shooting.
“Hey… Nyx?” You ask, now a bit worried.
“Don’t worry about it.” She eases your fears, “I'll make sure to name him after you.”
Him?  Well that’s good to hear.
You suddenly realize you don’t see Kaleshi anymore…

“BY KHORNE, WHY AREN’T WE FUCKING YET!?” Kaleshi shoves Nyx to the side with a bare foot.
Maybe she isn’t all rage and hate, you think to yourself, as you notice her finger and toe nails are painted yellow. Honestly, that is kind of cute.
She grabs you and shoves you into a chair.
“You had better not screw this up for me, mortal.” She says as she drops down to her knees.
She is looking right in your eyes as she grabs a hold of your plasma cannon, which is getting hot again. Oh Emprah is it getting hot.
Your phallic object, though intrigued at the prospect of investigating the perils of the warp, is a bit unnerved at the khornette’s fangs. You can’t blame him really, one hit from those ignores all saves.
Though there isn’t much time to think about it before she drives herself all the way down to your hips, your two little squigs getting an introduction to her chin.
This is way different than anything you’ve experienced before. Her tongue lashes at you violently, but it’s smooth and wet so the feeling is beyond words. 
You have quickly forgotten about her teeth, as you haven’t felt a single fan scrape your power armor. Her mouth is hot, matching her temperament, but it isn’t unpleasant in the least.
Instinctively your hand moves down to her bobbing head and you run your fingers through her blinding white hair. It turns a bit strange when you bump up against one of her horns, and she stops to look at you quizzically.
“Don’t… don’t touch those.” She mumbles through the side of her mouth.
Her pace quickens and your phallic object is struggling against all the powers of chaos which are attempting to force him to press the “exterminatus” button, but he refuses to give in, though he can’t hold out much longer under such a brutal attack. 
Kaleshi looks up at you, one eye closed from the strain of her pace and the depth of your power weapown.
“Fuah!” She releases you, spit oozing down her lip in a long strand.
“Now it’s time for some real fun!” She says excitedly.
The khornette smirks at you, and you can’t help but smile back.
She giggles cutely as she reaches under the chair, and pulls out a thin obsidian looking knife.
With one quick slash, she separates your phallic object and his two servo skulls from their flagship.

Your mind replays it again and again, over and over as nanoseconds tick by. The scene vivid but unreal in your head. There’s no way, that didn't actually happen. Can’t be.
You don’t feel any pain, true, but looking down…
Yep, it’s definitely not there.
Only there isn’t some gaping wound either, just flat nothingness, as if there had never truly been anything there to begin with.
Stranger still, as the khornette grins maliciously and licks the tip of your severed goods…
You can still feel everything.
You spasm in your chair as Kaleshi thrusts your sword to its hilt yet again, she can barely keep one eye open as she struggles to bury it ever deeper. Despite the horror of the situation, you are still on the verge of losing your heresy juice.
“Hah!” She says victoriously as she withdraws it from her mouth.
“I knew you were ready to blow early, and I’m far from finished with you, human. This way, you can’t climax until I feel merciful enough to let you!”
With that, she plops down on all fours and turns so her ass faces you. Smooth, firm, you would normally appreciate this view. Under circumstances where you hadn’t just been “cut off” as it were.
The khornette takes your bolter in hand, still dripping from her oral assault, and plunges it into her warp.
“Wha!” You can’t stop yourself as you convulse in pleasure. The sensations somehow flowing into you despite the… Separation anxiety.

If Kaleshi’s mouth was hot, her sweet daemon hole is burning. Despite the rough and tumble front she puts on, her body is soft and pleasant, especially the inside.
The red skinned warp girl starts moaning quietly, her face against the chaos-star patterned floor, as she works your very confused but very aroused phallic object, grinding him around inside of her.
“Ahh… This is so much better than just doing it myself, the other girls were right.”
She stops, abruptly, and turns her head to look at you. Her eyes are wide and her face is quite in shock.
“Didn’t mean to say that out loud?” You inquire, trying to put up a brave front despite your current predicament.
The khornette’s face regains its angry demeanor, but she can’t hide her flush cheeks.
“Stupid mortal, I was being kind to you earlier, but now… NO MERCY!”
Your back arches and you cry out as she plunges you back in as hard and deep as she can fit it. This feeling… You can even feel your little sacs of love slapping into her juicy ass as the khornette ravages herself, her hips getting into the motion and actually pushing back to meet each thrust.
She isn’t making any effort to stifle her moans now, and the lewd yet somehow innocent sounds make the fact you literally cannot pull the trigger all the more frustrating.
You can tell Kaleshi is getting close to her limit now, her eyes clamped shut and her breath shallow and fast as she uses you as quickly as her hand allows.

She stands up quickly, backs up to you, and plops down on your lap.
There is a faint red glow and a hiss, and you suddenly find yourself whole again. Thank the Emprah, that was fucking terrifying.
You get the hint and grapple her back onto the ground. She growls at you as she lays on her stomach, looking up at you menacingly, but you know she’s enjoying it.
“RAAAAAAHHH…~ahhh~!” She cries out of the blue and grabs another chair leg before winging the whole thing across the room where it shatters against the wall. Daemonic warp energy sparks and crackles across the floor, knocking pictures off of the wall and tipping over a dresser.
She’s breathing heavily and looks very flustered now.
“Did you just…”
“I did.” She snaps before you can finish.
Well, whatever, you aren’t done yet. In the chaos you seem to have come disengaged from assault, so you move back to go into BtB combat. You thrust your power weapown forward, ignoring all armor saves this time.
Suddenly Kahleshi jumps and yells in surprise, arching her back and whipping her head around to look back at you. Her face a mixture of shock and horror.
You look down and quickly realize your mistake.
“Surprise!”

…She doesn’t seem amused.
Not that it matters, your already finished, and you fall back onto the floor, exhausted.
“You didn’t…” She asks.
“I DID.”
“Ugh… Gross.” Kaleshi sighs in what you think is mock annoyance.
The dirty deed done and the fun times winding down, the girls let you shower off first, despite your protests.
After which, they kick you out so they can get cleaned up, telling you to be back in another hour.
You step back into the party, now severely diminished. Doomrider is chatting up what two daemonettes, while still looking around, Slaanesh must have escaped.
Taking the seat next to him as the daemonettes leave to go back to the dance floor, you down a whole Nidade in one gulp.
“HAD YOUR FUN DID YOU?!” Doomrider asks, back to his usual self as he helps himself to seven needles of some strange glowing blue concoction.
“Can’t say I didn’t.” You respond, reaching for another drink.
“SO MORTAL, DID YOU DECIDE ON A DATE YET?” He cackles madly.
“…Date?”
“SURELY YOU JEST, EVERYONE KNOWS A MORTAL BEDDING A DAEMONETTE IS AN OLD SCHOOL MARRIAGE PROPOSAL.”
You drop the blue sports drink, as your jaw hits the floor.