Shedding the Darkness
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A fapfiction-in-progress of a radical inquisitor's journey towards damnation with an atypical Daemonette. If you are scared of anything that resembles a Monstergirl, or are a die-hard worshiper of canon, you might want to leave now.
Corruption Within and Without
Blood seeped from the gash in Kraegus’ torso as he dragged himself into the waiting shuttlecraft. The freshly minted inquisitor had flown too high, too quickly, and now he was about to pay the ultimate price for it. Each step was pure agony, multiplied by the abominations writhing within his blood. It would not be long before the warp-infused boreworms consumed him from the inside out, and Kraegus was determined not to leave the Khornate Cult a body to defile and corrupt.
Still, as he finally reached the control console, his vision was already blurring. Each movement of the beasts inside of him could be felt, and it took the last of his strength to bring the Auto-Pilot online. Collapsing to the floor, Kraegus twitched senselessly as the shuttle began to rocket away from the accursed asteroid colony. Before the void took him, his one comforting thought was that he had at least taken a dozen of the cultists with him.
“My…My…what have we here?”
The Inquisitor opened his eyes, only to find pitch darkness surrounding him. He was suspended, floating as though immersed in a dark liquid that threatened to consume his senses. “Is this the afterlife?” he wondered, only to be surprised when the twilight responded.
“No, not quite. I managed to pluck your soul away before you reached the Formless Wastes,” whispered a voice. It was highly feminine in nature: sensual, yet somehow familiar. Try as he might to locate the source, Kraegus found himself unable to move his body – a prisoner in his own skin. His eyes roved madly over the dusk before him, mouth trying to form words through the terror.
“W…Who is there?! Where am I? What have you done to me?!”
A pair of hands wrapped around his torso, and something pressed itself against his back. The voice returned, seemingly from right next to Kraegus’ right ear. “All in due time, my dear Inquisitor, all in due time. First, I want you to see something…”
Alsyius’oeyythl grinned as she sensed the mortal’s fear rising. Though she was newly formed, the daemonette had enough knowledge and experience to manipulate souls like the one before her. This was the first step on the path to entering the Materium, and in enacting zealous hatred against those who dared worship She-Who-Thirsts’ immortal enemy. The key would be in making this human her puppet…
Something small and red faded into existence before Kraegus, wriggling about repulsively. It was one of the tainted boreworms, a segmented, red worm with a gullet filled with teeth and hooks designed to tear into exposed flesh. Once inside a victim, they broke apart, multiplying rapidly while inflicting unimaginable pain as they ate the being from within. Those infected were lucky if they perished before the beasts burst from their ravaged forms, starting the cycle anew.
A favorite terror weapon of Khorne Cultists, it had been the Inquisitor’s duty to track down the source of an outbreak on the hive world of Rayna. His search had led him to an asteroid belt in a neighboring star system, where the cultists had a breeding ground of the creatures. There, Kraegus had been wounded by a sinister weapon: a hollow blade containing a few of the worms, designed to snap off once it had pierced flesh. He had been fortunate to make it to the shuttle and escape, but that did not explain his presence here.
Frowning, the dark-haired man watched as the worm began to grow in front of him. Shortly, it burst, erupting new worms in the space in front of him. “And to think…that could have been you, had I not come along,” said the voice, the spectral hands moving up and down his chest as it continued. “You must be grateful, to have been spared from such a fate…”
As if to punctuate this notion, the hands slid down to his stomach and gently pressed inward. Moments later, Kraegus felt the sensation of several worms tearing through his gut. But the pain didn’t stop there. Everywhere the hands traveled over his body, more of the tiny terrors emerged, bursting from his skin and adding to the collection around him.
“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!” he screamed, “I GET IT! JUST STOP!”
Laughing as she snapped her fingers, Alsyia banished the creatures back into non-existence. As she allowed her prey a moment’s respite, she took an inventory of her form. Like most of her kind, Alsyia’s form reflected that which the viewer found to be the perfect mate. This “perfection” was not without the taint of chaos, though the aura of which the daemonette exuded ensured that these would be accepted without question.
Still, the shape Alsyia had taken momentarily confused her. Her lower body was that of a snake, a mass of coiled muscles covered by a scaled exterior. The upper half was humanoid in design, a mixture of dangerous curves contained by purplish skin that was accented by black scales which matched those below. Above the heavy breasts was a face marked by fangs and glowing, yellow eyes. A small hood, much like that of a cobra, contained her medium-length, blue hair, of which hid the pointed ears that jutted from her skull. It wasn’t the strangest form imaginable, but, to the greenhorn daemon, a puzzle all of its own. Clearly, her prize had interesting tastes…
As the pain subsided, Kraegus found himself filling with dread as realization struck him. He had died, or, been close to doing so. It was only by the “grace” of the daemon he had been spared, and, judging from the way it was lauding its control over his fate, he could easily be killed again. The Inquisitor had, at times, worked among his more radical peers, who employed such beings in the form of daemonhosts and vessels in the hopes that they would be useful tools against the chaos they sprung from. Though he had never been brave enough to “take the plunge” with a cell of his own acolytes, Kraegus could not argue with the results such heretical methods obtained. Still, the position he was in was not at all desirable.
“…Is this where you tell me that my soul is yours? That I’m to be your vessel until I am slain for being a blight on the shining Empire?” he muttered, trying to ignore the hands caressing his body.
“A bright one indeed, but no. I plan to only occupy your soul temporarily. It is my wish to gain a material form in your realm, and you are going to help me, one way or the other. Though…” Alsyia’s hands moved down to the man’s thighs, gently stroking the interiors as she continued, “I think you’ll find it far more pleasant to do so willingly…”
The knowing touches of the daemon were not hindered by the body suit which adorned Kraegus’ entire body, much to his dismay. He had never experienced the pleasures of a woman before, but was determined to at least offer some resistance.
“And what if I refuse completely?” he spat, “No amount of Rosette flashing will be able to save me from my fate, which is death whether it be now or later.”
“True, but I think we *both* know you’d prefer it to be the latter…” Nipping the Inquisitor’s ear, Alsyia moaned softly to accent her alluring words. “Besides, our goals are one in the same, if you would believe me. But…if you wish…”
Snapping her fingers once more, the worms began rematerializing, only to coalesce into a larger form that threatened to engulf Kraegus as its maw turned toward him.
“NO! JUST! No…I’ll do what you ask…” murmured the man, feeling utterly defeated. “Just…get on with it.”
The next thing he was aware of was being spun around, the naked form of the daemonette finally fully visible as she drew him into a wet embrace with her tongue. Little by little, she evaporated, pouring herself into his body with a warm sensation. When the last of her was inside his soul, the darkness around Kraegus disappeared, revealing the interior of the escape craft. His body was completely healed, and a sense of contentment resonated throughout it. “Maybe this won’t be all that bad,” he thought, the daemonette's soft laughter accompanying his musings.
Through the Looking Glass
A week into his journey back to Rayna, Kraegus was beginning to wonder whether he had imagined the entire affair. Though there was no trace of the tear in his torso, the supposed daemonette had not made her presence known in any way, shape, or form. The daemons the Inquisitor had encountered thus far struck him as a more prideful and boastful sort of creature, one that did not hesitate to remind those they had power over of their position. Thus, he was rather confused by her lack of contact, especially given her “speech” about having similar goals to his. Still, as Kraegus shuffled towards the shuttle’s small bathroom, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.
Taking up residence in the man’s soul had taken more energy and effort than Alysia had expected. For what little she knew, such a task was supposed to be trivial, especially if the mortal in question willingly allowed entrance. Instead, she felt her powers weakened, and her thoughts seemed to slow to a crawl. Slowly drawing power from the soul she had curled herself around, the daemonette rested for a time.
When she awoke, Alysia was vaguely aware that the human was showering. Though the sensations she felt through him were muddled, reduced, they were strange and exciting. The way he experienced touch, smell, sight, all of it was different from her own. The warm water striking against his skin was delightful, but nothing compared to the feeling of air flowing in and out of Kraegus’ lungs. Was this what it was to have a shape in the Materium?
Slower than light travel had always been a tedious affair, and the shuttlecraft had little in the way of entertainment. As such, the Inquisitor took his time bathing and preparing for what felt like the fifth nap of the day. Shaving wasn’t necessary, but the mindless task brought him comfort. After running the crude razor through the cold water, Kraegus was surprised when his reflection in the mirror had shifted upon returning his gaze upwards.
The alluring, yellow eyes that stared back at him made his heart skip a beat. Alysia’s visage was beyond the term “beautiful,” despite the alien ears and odd, reptilian hood. Almost subconsciously, Kraegus’ hands wandered downwards to cover himself, which seemed to amuse the daemonette.
“Don’t bother. I’ve already seen your…what is that euphemism you’re so fond of…lascarbine?” she said, trying not to grin as the man blushed profusely.
“It’s not a…how did you…” stammered Kraegus as he reached for a towel to wrap himself with. “…not important. I was beginning to wonder whether you were just a figment of my near-death experience.”
Giggling, Alysia brought her hand up to her mouth. “Oh…I’m quite real, my *dearest* Inquisitor. The way you mortals get about is…boring, so I was off doing more important things.” That was a lie, but telling him the truth would only reveal just how vulnerable she was.
“…Right. Well I’m sorry my vessel isn’t capable of dipping into that hellhole you call home. We won’t arrive at Rayna for another few weeks. So congrats, you get to go off and do more ‘important things,” he quipped, turning away from the mirror. The concept that he was sharing his soul with a daemon still didn’t sit well with him, even if said daemon was rather bewitching.
A bluish, forked tongue emerged from the daemonette’s lips, far longer than any human’s as it wrapped around her index finger. Pulling said finger into her mouth, Alysia closed her eyes and tilted back her head with a slight moan. “Don’t be upset…I could always stay and play with you…” she whispered past the digit she was sucking absent-mindedly, “but I can see you’re not interested…”
Slowly turning in the mirror, she released the finger from her mouth and began to fade from view. “W…Wait!” shouted Kraegus, raising his hand as if to stop the mirror from walking away. “…What did you have in mind?”
The hood hiding the back of Alysia’s head tilted to the left as she turned back with a grin. “Eager, are we?”
“Maybe…I figure if I’m an abomination now, I might as well enjoy being one…” The Inquisitor’s hand lowered, his gaze falling from the reflective surface as he trailed off.
Nearly jumping in surprise as a hand brushed against his cheek, Kraegus’ eyes widened as he realized the daemonette had leaned out of the mirror. Most of her body was still inside: her arms, head, and torso being the only things exposed to the air. The intersection between her abdomen and the mirror was surrounded by a faint glow, waving and shimmering as it distorted the light. Yet, this would go unnoticed by Kraegus, his eyes drawn to the mammaries swaying gently beneath her arched back.
“See something you like?” Alysia purred, taking his hands by the wrists and moving them to her breasts. “Go on…I know how much you’ve always wanted to play with some…”
It was true, and Kraegus forgot to angry at the fact she had read his mind as he began squeezing her mounds gently. They were heavenly soft, just large enough to be eye-catching, yet small enough to not detract from the daemonette’s other features. Much to his delight and amazement, the groping was met with soft moans and heavy breathing. Changing tact, he began swirling his thumbs over her areolas, teasing her nipples as Alysia bit her lower lip.
The mortal was clumsy, inadequate, but somehow the most pleasurable being to ever caress her skin. Perhaps it was because she had spent such little time in Slaanesh’s realm before capturing his wayward soul. Maybe it was because of the added sensation of having a semi-material form. Either way, Alysia couldn’t resist the delight working its way to her brain. Even better, she experienced both of their senses simultaneously, and the Inquisitor excitement was contagious.
“Do…Do you have a hand mirror?” she gasped, pulling his hands away so as not to become completely overwhelmed.
“Uhh…” The Inquisitor scrambled about the bathroom searching for one. Not finding the item of his quest, he leapt from the room to search the rest of the shuttle. Much to the daemonette’s delight, Kraegus’ haste had stripped his towel from him, revealing a rather eager manhood. She supposed he had other qualities of an “attractive” human: a semi-toned body and tanned skin, topped with blue eyes and ashen hair. Still, it wasn’t until she caught sight of his throbbing cock that she truly began to feel a sense of enticement towards her host.
Minutes later, Kraegus returned to the bathroom, panting as he held up a small mirror that he had found in the emergency locker’s supplies. “Found…Found this…”
“It will have to do…” mused Alysia, slipping from the main mirror into the one in the Inquisitor’s hands between blinks. Until the ritual, in which her charge would sacrifice a body to her and thusly give her a form to corrupt as she saw fit, she could only manifest partially in this realm. Still, it was enough for her to be able to extract some much needed energy and food.
Licking her lips, she instructed Kraegus to return to his bedroom, and to place the mirror at the foot of the bed. As she pulled herself from the small window into the Immaterium, the daemonette couldn’t help but giggle once more as an image of her coiling around him flashed acrossed the Inquisitor’s mind.
“My my…someone seems to have forgotten I can read his mind,” murmured Alysia sensually. She was now most of the way out of the mirror, only the lower half of her tail keeping her connection to the surface. Fully uncoiled, she towered over the man below her on the bed. Yet, as she wound her way down to scrape her nipples across his chest, she felt his sense of thrill grow.
“Now… where to begin…”
Binding a Snake
Kraegus’ heart felt as though it was about to burst from his chest, the excitement of the scene before him almost too much to bear. His daemonette “companion” had brought her upper half down to his, pressing it against him. The feel of her silken skin was surreal, as if an attempt to characterize true softness. Even more stimulating for the Inquisitor was the breasts sandwiched between their bodies, the bags of flesh gently scrapping against his chest as Alysia wiggled slightly.
Sticking out her tongue, Alysia began licking small, concentric circles about Krageus’ neck. “You see, my *dearest* Inquisitor, I am rather hungry…”
The quick nibble of the skin on the right side of his neck that followed this caught him offguard, and a flash of concern crossed his mind. “Oh, no…” whispered the daemonette, lapping at the holes her fangs had left in his flesh, “It’s not like that…”
“Then…what is it like?” Krageus asked, his hands slowly raising to caress her sides.
“I am not one of your…what do you mortals call them…cannibals. Your flesh is safe, parts of it anyways…”
“I’m not sure I follow…”
Sighing, Alysia withdrew her wet assault on his neck. After brushing the hair that had fallen across her face from her eyes, she shifted up to stare directly into the human’s eyes. “I need your essence, your energy. While your soul constantly puts out a minute amount, it’s not enough to sate my appetite.”
Krageus thought this over, pausing his half-hearted massage. Daemons certainly needed energy to flourish, doubly so outside their twisted realm. The more you gave one, the stronger it became. Was she being honest when she had claimed the residence in his soul was only to be temporary? Lies and word games were said to be the mainstay of dealing with such creatures, and the concept of some writhing beast bursting out of his chest was less than appealing.
His revere was broken by a nip at his left ear lobe, followed by a sensual sigh. “I don’t enjoy being confined to your soul any more than you do. But, it has its…advantages…” whispered Alysia. After spending a few more seconds of attention on the mortal’s ear with her tongue, she started a trail of saliva down his body as she pulled back. Coming to the man’s crotch, the daemonette slipped her mammaries about the full length of his throbbing rod with a soft, “Oh…”
Feeling delighted with the warm cock nested snuggly between her breasts, Alysia allowed a grin to spread across her face. Her connection to Kraegus allowed her to feel what he did, albeit slightly dampened. Thus, she felt the pleasure from both her own skin and his, something the daemonette took a few moments to enjoy before continuing her task.
Once again letting loose her forked tongue, she slipped it between her mounds to curl around the tip of Kraegus’ cock. The groan that accompanied this served to increase her arousal, only to become slightly annoyed when the man placed his hand on the top of her head. Smacking it away, Alysia held his arms at his side.
“No. You get to sit there and enjoy with my *loving* care.”
Her head began to bob, driving her tongue and mouth against the Inquisitor’s member with a the diligence usually attributed to a loving girlfriend. Each slurp, suck, kiss, and moan served to bring Kraegus wave after wave of ecstasy. His breathing grew heavy, hands struggling to break free of the daemonette’s hold.
Much to his surprise, he found the ligaments freed, only to realize that Alysia had taken up her mounds instead. The combined assault was pushing the man towards the edge, but the daemonette didn’t seem to mind. Rather, as if sensing the oncoming wave, her efforts doubled, drool and precum completely lathering both his rod and her breasts.
“I can’t…hold it…” Arching his back, Kraegus dug his fingers into the daemonette’s shoulders as he began to climax. Each throb shot a generous amount of cum into the air, which came splattering back down across Alysia’s face and mammaries. Six in all, she continued her work until the man was a gibbering mess, his body jerking and twitching with the overstimulation. Finally, she stopped, moaning as she began lapping up the seed on her skin.
Each swallow brought the daemonette a rush of both energy and pleasure. She also noted, rather bemused, that seeing her do this made Kraegus’ mind fill will countless, depraved scenarios. “All in due time…” she murmured, now cleaning his shaft. “...just think of it as… motivation…to get me a body…”
Once finished, Alysia pulled the man onto his side, slithering up to cuddle against him. “Now that I can think clearly, let us discuss matters.” Still lost in the afterglow of the experience, the mortal simply nodded. Tracing his biceps, she continued. “I do believe, my *dear* inquisitor, that you will be a rather capable tool in ending the blight against my Mistress.”
“Your…your Mistress?”
“Indeed, but let us not worry about her for the time being. Instead, what do you know of those who wounded you?”
“They were followers of the Blood God, a cult designed to spread strife and war across this sector.”
“Very good, but do you know how they formed in the first place?”
Kraegus paused, eyes occasionally drifting across her face as often as they did her body. Such information was outside his knowledge, and he found himself at a loss.
“No, I cannot say that I do.”
Giggling, Alysia tapped him on the nose. “What if I told you there was something far greater than a group of insane mortals behind this cult? Something that threatens not only your realm, but the balance of power in mine.”
“…Go on.”
“Well…” she said, drawing him closer as her lower body coiled slightly around his legs. “One of the Blood God’s followers is pulling the strings in a gambit to become a Daemon Prince. Trouble is, he reached too high, too fast, and now he’s possessed by one of those foul Bloodletters.”
“That sounds…lovely. I wonder how those blowjobs go…”
This earned Kraegus a loving smack on the top of his head. “Funny. But I know you understand the need to remove this individual, for both our sakes.”
Frowning slightly, the Inquisitor’s gaze locked onto hers. Her words, mired in deceit or not, were of grave concern. Such a powerful being in charge of such an expansive organization meant that it was highly possible that others below him were also merely shells for those from beyond. Finally, he found his tongue, “Yes. Yes I do.”
At this, Alysia bent in to kiss him once more. However, unlike the last time she had done so, she drew back almost immediately and looked away. “G…Good,” she muttered, practically diving back into the mirror and leaving Kraegus stunned.
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