Sister of Nurgle

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-Sister of Nurgle-

Introduction

The corrupted sister Apphia roamed across the battlefield, the scorched earth crunching sickly underneath her boots, like bones; as she made her way around the rotting dead. Father Nurgle had been successful in the battle and now all that remained was to enjoy the spoils of war. His daemons had made quick work of the pitiful planetary defence force and the first steps were being taken to completely infest the planet. Apphia still retained most of her former beauty, but her loveliness was only skin deep; beneath this veneer she had been blessed and filled with gifts from Nurgle. Her new purpose in life was to spread those blessings.

The moans of a worthless mortal, alerted her to a wounded guardsmen twitching weakly and gurgling in his own blood. She was surprised that any human had survived, but now she had a chance to bring another into the fold.

The guardsman looked up at the Sister of Battle that approached him with glazed eyes, though her face was clean and healthy her armour was encrusted with filth, and all manner of polyps, fungi, scum and other scourges were nestled among it. The noble fleur-de-lis, which symbolized her former order, had been replaced with the pulsating mark of Nurgle. The overwhelming stench of death and decay followed her like a billowing mantle of pestilence, she wrapped around herself; the guardsman had begun to choke the moment the fetid air had enveloped him. Apphia smiled at her luck, she had found someone in need of help and as her grin widened a worse smell began to fill the air. She straddled the lying guardsman and forcefully thrust her tongue into his mouth, choking him as the putrid slime worked its way down his throat, forming lesions and sores wherever it touched. Her thrusts deepened as his tongue stopped resisting and soon she began to feel the first signs of deep infection forming. She lowered his head down and smiled again; for she knew her first gift was appreciated.

Apphia opened the lower part of her filth encrusted armour exposing her grotesque and defiled womanhood that seemed to pulsate sickly, as if it was breathing in the air. It had been personally blessed by a greater unclean one of Nurgle. It now would bare her no young, but rather new diseases to spread for Nurgle, a sick mockery of its former purpose.

The diseased and dying flesh covered with engorged pustules and weeping sores, formed a deep contrast with her flawless face. Noxious mucous dripped from her as her excitement grew. She felt no joy about the act itself, but she knew it was the best way to spread new diseases, by letting him access the root of her gift.

With her claws she removed the crusted fabric of his clothes, letting her caress spores into his bare skin, she worked her way down exposing his hardened phallus, the aphrodisiac in the spores doing its job. Grasping it, she positioned it under her and let him penetrate. She felt the head of the phallus rasping against her rough inner walls. She increased the tempo of her thrusting; his member becoming increasingly battered with each thrust, her abrasive insides letting her prepare him for her coming climax. In her increasing ecstasy she undid her upper armour and began to fondle her bloated breasts; and as she squeezed them a pestilent secretion leaked from her nipples and splashed across his skin. The pus beginning to eat away his skin, as she began to writhe in pleasure for the care she was giving him. She increased her pace and loosened her bowels as she approached her climax. When she could bear no more, she knew he was ready for her gift. Apphia let her cervix open and volatile sludge cascaded over his member. She let loose her second climax and shit poured from her anus. The large and slick pile writhed manically as daemonic worms emerged and slowly began to burrow into the guardsman’s now pasty skin.

His body was in different states of infection, with his member being the most 'blessed'; her initial gifts to him paled in comparison, as Nurgle's rot and the other myriad of gifts began to envelop him; slowly enshrouding his body in contagion and his soul in the pit of Nurgle. After they consumed him completely, his soul would join Nurgle in the warp, a never-ending reward. If he only knew what he was about to experience.

She rose and re-fastened her armour. As she did the clasps and the armour sealed itself, she admired the infections that were spreading across his body. His veins pulsed with black contagion, spreading from his groin and going straight to his heart, as his skin blistered and shrivelled. The rate was faster than she had expected, but she had given him expert care in this regard. Sadly he could give her no new gifts, but there were many more left on the battlefield and even if she could not gain a gift from them, she could always share with them hers…