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Like all the other worlds in the Imperium's rusted chains, this one was a ball of strife begging to be guided by hands far greater than any mortal. Indeed, its denizens sought escape from the endless toil of work, prayer, and hardship that painted their life. It was no surprise that a spattering of hedonism was all that was needed to sway the populace, even with their flimsy sworn oaths to a corpse surrounded by insane worshipers.

Vel'Thara looked out at the expanse of tired, gothic buildings and its plodding populace. All strings of fate waiting be plucked by a skilled hand at just the right moment. Such delicate playing, however, had lost its effectiveness in the past century. Despite all the nudges, the puppeteering, the seeds of doubt, and the more firm whispers, the planet had slipped from the grasp of her patron deity, Tzeentch. Naturally that was impossible. Every move was planned, and every action intended, meaning all of her false visions were intentional.

It was not Vel's place to question her creator, but failing in a grand scheme had struck at her very core. Her false hands gripped at an ancient stone railing. Tzeentch had thought it pertinent that she fail, even now as a storm in the immaterium let Slaaneshi degenerates tend to this world with glee. The Imperium was powerless to stop them with that obstacle, leaving it to dip further and further into the lust and overindulgence of the Prince.

Vel moved back into the sad crowd in her false visage, appearing like any other miserable human waiting for fate to drift them along to more pleasant pastures. While other Lords preferred to be as far away as they could be from their quarry, Vel relished watching the pond ripple from up close. Every second of a plan shifting into action was an absolute delight, and, were she not Tzeentch's own creation, no doubt her enjoyment would have gorged Slaanesh himself for centuries to come.

The populace wasn't openly under the Prince's leather boot, though the not-so-subtle signs of worship had already proliferated among them with their erotic jewelry and touch of color on their vestments. Amusingly, it livened up the dreary planets humans inhabited, but it was not something Vel'Thara could tolerate.

Humans were Vel's favorite creation of the universe. They were so eager to expand and improve upon themselves in such strict, conflicting ways. Until they received a taste of chaos, and they broke, eager to receive more blessings of the Aether. It was Vel's intent to make certain that the desire for more lied with Tzeentch. Humans were so strong, and yet so vulnerable to a guiding whisper or the simple curiosity that tugged at their thoughts in every waking moment. Cute, almost, to think that they could sit upon a throne and rule over everything they surveyed.

The dreary gray sky of pollutants cast down on battered streets and buildings. Vel passed by all sorts of souls, open books ready to have their pages rearranged in every which way. Some had grander plans than others, and others had the stench of that lustful deity. It would be indeed trivial to tear this planet asunder and claim it with the raw force of overflowing sorcery, but that wasn't entertainment. To watch every part of the grander whole slowly succumb was the raw enjoyment she sought.

Even still, Vel had to admit her plan of action was more direct than what was normal for her. She strode forward, rippling the pond of souls, past the grand, rotting architecture, into something slightly more pristine. By human standards, in any case. That was to say, it had less of a stench about it, more guards, less pedestrians carrying their pain about. This was the quarter where their faux-royalty ruled with a militaristic fist. Vel might have turned heads there without a dab of her own powers to hide her presence. Fortunately, their upper-class did not take kindly to the psychically-inclined, another amusing weakness presented as a strength.

The citadel, the home of the governor of this planet, and one that could be considered de-facto ruler of the star system, was Vel's target. She casually walked in with a glance to any guard that stepped in her path.

The dingy palace was a slightly more pleasant affair than the dirty atmosphere outside. The touches of royalty in its grand carpets, displayed weapons, and gaudy furniture were amusing. Vel thought there was something charming about their material weapons being so proudly shown off. She cast aside those thoughts and – indulging in her abilities – used a short trip through the immaterium to cast herself into the heart of the citadel, the governor's office.

“I had not expected a daemon so soon," a gruff voice said. “Perhaps something that my successor would tend to, but not myself."

“Kol Tharn," Vel said. “A pleasure to see you in your material flesh."

He was a proud human, showing off his petty royalty with glee. A dress uniform that only vaguely resembled something military in style clung to Kol's frame. He was a commander of his own little world of pleasures. Kol sat behind a large desk with all sorts of papers, trophies, and of course, a laspistol. Even if Vel'Thara were blind to the souls of man, she could tell everything in his office was a masculine display made to intimidate and impress in one fell swoop.

“No pleasantries needed, then? I pray you do not think my name holds power over me," he said, cracking a small smile.

“You speak calmly in the presence of a daemon."

“I would be dead already if you deemed it, correct?"

“Most true." Blatant observations were another of her favorite aspects of humans. She smiled, letting her false form drop.

From that weak human sprung the full form of Vel as a perfectly crafted creature of Tzeentch. Proud wings bursting from her back, scaled hands and feet equipped with deadly claws flexed, and golden eyes pierced into his soul but for a moment. She flapped her wings, rippling her blue feathers.

The display caused Kol to ease back into his seat, one hand firmly gripping an armrest, and the other loosely hanging near the laspistol. Impressive how he managed to keep some semblance of calm.

“You seem far more durable than the other humans who share your title." Vel slammed her staff into the ground, hoping to spark some more amusing fear from him. “I admit, I have never been shot with a pistol, but I doubt you would gain much from it."

Kol's hand slithered back to his armrest, seemingly understanding how pointless it would be to go against her. He gave a bow of the head. “Excuse me. Old habits, you must understand. I ask what brings a creature such as you to my domain, though I have my guesses."

“Indulge me, what are your guesses?" Vel's fleshy beak curved into a smile as she approached his desk, leering down at him.

Kol's eyes narrowed. “While I appreciate your whimsy, I must say, experiencing it firsthand is worse than I expected." He glanced to the heavy doors to his balcony. “I imagine the deviants, the lack of worshipers for your supposed god, some long lost deal someone of my lineage signed." Kol shrugged. “Perhaps you simply want some shred of entertainment."

“Some answers ring true. Perhaps all of them. Look to the first two for now."

Kol nodded. “You want me to exchange one poison for another. Change their degeneracy for your secrets and knowledge."

“I would hold my tongue on pretty terms such as 'poison,' " Vel said. “But in simplistic terms, yes. Tossing out your cancerous polyps for progress and intelligence." She pointed her staff at those grand doors, causing them to swing open instantly, bringing with it the poisoned air. “Come."

Kol furrowed his brow but followed all the same, standing from his grand seat and following Vel to the balcony. She stretched her wings and presented the decrepit city to him.

“Has lust provided anything more to your populace? Gluttony? Perversions of the mind? Your Imperium will return to this space and crush it, given time. The Prince can provide nothing other than fleeting pleasures." Distant pillars belched fire and smoke to the tune of crushing machinery.

“Cancerous, perhaps, but the populace has not been so productive since the degenerate god set foot here. Provided they stay in-line, I have no interest in changing one hand for another."

Vel briefly looked to him with a true gaze, plucking at his psyche. It was untouched by Slaanesh, though greed still lingered. Reasonable. The populace needed the allure of lust, not a king in his own kingdom, free to rule however he pleased. He simply rode atop the shoulders of the pathetic worshipers, eager to reap the rewards of their temporary boost in productivity.

That little indignation irked Vel nonetheless. She was seconds away from crushing his mind and supplanting it, controlling the world with her own firm, guiding hand. No, that would not do. She had plenty of other avenues to explore.

“And your promises of forbidden knowledge interest me none," Kol said. “As you can see, simplicity has done this world well, and there's little in this physical realm to tempt me."

Vel's smile grew. “Truly? You wish to put such a challenge toward a Lord of Change?" Her tongue ran across her beak. “Entire worlds could be at your command with the smallest shred of knowledge I could impart upon you."

“And it seems this one isn't under yours." Kol swallowed, regaining his composure. “What would I want with several more worlds? I've already painted myself as a target. The lust god creeping in, and now you, with your promises of power. Perhaps we should ask the other deities what they should think of this situation."

Vel'Thara's smile grew malicious. Her free hand gripped at his head, claws teasing his tender skin. The soul was delectable, but so was the physical. Immediately, Kol's heart began to pick up, and his muscles twitched as primal instincts prepared him to flee or fight. Fear dribbled into his expressive eyes.

“Should I deem it, I could rend your flesh asunder and see all of your pathetic lineage's work crushed underfoot by hordes so massive they would seem like endless waves."

“Then do so!" Kol yelled. He kept his fragile body from shattering under pressure.

Anger turned to amusement. Vel let out a squawking laugh and released her grip on him. Humans were the perfect balance of courageous and idiotic. There was always a breaking point, but Vel didn't dare break her toy just yet, nor did she want to chance a look into the future. Tzeentch must have planned some other path she had not considered yet, something that somehow evaded her thoughts.

Kol stared at her a while longer before returning to his desk. Vel watched him depart and then turned back to the sky. She had hoped to grasp his desires directly, rather than pluck something from his vulnerable soul. The game was far too easy when done in that manner, but she had to admit curiosity drove her now. Every human had one faulting desire, then what was his?

Vel'Thara opened her eyes fully and looked to Kol, piercing his simple physical form and diving into the energy of his soul. Instantly all of his vulnerable psyche was open before her, ripe for the consumption. Fear plagued him now, as did doubt and all the other delicious tools that would help thrust him into her grasp.

And yet… One emotion lay underneath Kol's dark thoughts. A raw feeling she may have mistaken for a shred of Slaanesh's corruption were it not so strongly tied to his mind. Lust. Her eyes closed.

Yes, Vel had seen lust proliferate among humans, and she may have guided such thoughts at a distance, but rarely had she felt it from a human under duress like that, certainly not when dealing with a daemon that was not some extension of Slaanesh himself. She had to recall that perversion was merely a natural human desire. The gods would not exist without the mortal desires, after all.

The source of said perversion was more curious. Those erotic tendrils connected quite directly to Vel's own form. His gaze on her held fear and arousal both. Perhaps it was fortunate that she reached him first, otherwise he could be tempted with any number of xeno forms the dark Prince could conjure up.

Kol settled back into his seat, eyeing Vel still. Arousal must have been bubbling in his form. Vel wandered back to the center of the room, watching his expressions through veiled eyes. True, Vel was not far from the human female form. She had been born into this shape without much thought as to why, not that she particularly cared. Shapely breasts and a pert rear suited her, she figured, and the golden adornments she wore only exacerbated her beauty.

“It seems we are at an impasse," Vel said. “You refuse knowledge, and I would rather not raze your planet."

“So it seems."

“And what would I tempt the man who has a world at his fingertips with?"

“Nothing," he replied.

“Not an enemy to vanquish nor a victory to achieve. Not even a treasure to seek."

“None. So if you find yourself eager to kill, I ask that it is merciful."

Lust remained an option, but with Slaanesh's already prominent presence, that may only lead him down the wrong path, right into the grasp of that fetishistic demon. It would have to be something more direct. Vel turned her head. Perhaps the temptation could lie with her own body? There was something devious and demeaning about lowering herself to a mortal's level like that. But it would work.

“What thoughts are conjured when you hear of Slaanesh?" she asked.

“I felt you rummaging about my mind, you should know," he said.

“Oh, I do." She approached his desk again. “But I much prefer to hear it come from your supple lips."

Kol seemed to perk up upon hearing that tantalizing word. Was it so easy?

“A damnable thing that leads men to their ruin, much like the rest of your chaotic kind. Perhaps the most reprehensible, however."

“Reprehensible? You seem quite fit to indulge." Vel raised a hand, presenting the room.

“I have my limits. I would not stoop so low into sexual depths that would make even the walking corpses wince. Had the peasants not relished in it, I would crush those believers."

“Is that so?"

Then all the better to have him imbibe her bare form. Though it was not how Tzeentch conducted himself. The joy of knowledge, overcoming, and understanding were the prime indulgences of her god, and dipping into raw sexuality would only feed Slaanesh. Vel tightened her grip on her staff. While true, it was also true that any enjoyment fed into the Prince, including fruit born from Tzeentch's efforts. As long as that pleasure nourished the seed for more of Tzeentch's plans, what harm was there in it?

Vel spread her stance a little more, letting her loincloth dangle. Kol's gaze twitched, but remained firm at her visage. Oh, yes, it was very much feasible. The only question now was whether or not she wanted to. She didn't experience arousal in the same sense he did, but she had to admit that he was cute. Such a vulnerable thing. Controlling him in such a manner would be delightful, surely. So directly, so firmly. He would crumble under this simple physicality, finally.

“You know I dipped into your mind," Vel said.

“Of course. One of your many parlor tricks," Kol replied. “Find any useful nuggets of information?"

“Oh, yes. Very much so. Including your little fascination with the form of what you would call 'xenos.' "

His brow hardened. “If the allure of Slaanesh does not tempt me, what makes you think that any inhuman form would draw my eye?"

“Come now, that parlor trick is better than you know. I've peered into every aspect of your being." She raised her leg, planting a foot on the desk. Her flimsy cloth teased a chance to see her lower lips. “I know you enjoy the plush form set before you. Perhaps this is very much the reason why Tzeentch created me in this manner."

Kol looked to her hips, then shifted immediately to look at the pistol at his side.

“Care to find out, Kol Tharn? Not many men can claim they have laid a daemon, and even fewer still would have survived that." Her free hand dipped a finger underneath the side of her loincloth, playing with the fabric. “It would come at little cost to you. All I ask is for your assistance. You could do that with a simple word." She pulled the cloth upward, the bottom threatening to reveal her entrance. “One word is all, Kol, and I would be yours."

“I… I would be a fool to enter into such a pact." He turned his head indignantly. “Begone with you."

“There is not much of a choice. In your short life, you would do well to take my offer. Indulge in pleasure now. Should you deny me, I would simply wait out my time and find another weakness to exploit. Surely you would rather take me, rather than go without?"

Kol stood up, looking at her directly.

“I refuse," he said.

Vel smiled. She pulled her foot back, causing him to unwind somewhat. With one hand, she grabbed the side of the desk and shoved it across the room. His brow immediately crinkled. Vel sauntered over to him, pushing him back down onto the chair and looming over him.

“Your words betray your body, Kol." She raised her staff, prodding gently at a growing bulge in his trousers. “For how pure a human's intents may be, they are always a slave to their desires in the end."

“I…"

“Desire me. I know." She lowered her head, leaning against the throne. Her beak neared his ear. “You simply say the word, Kol. Accept this pact," she whispered.

“I will not fall to this," he said.

“I believe you will," she replied. Vel eased back, her free hand grasping at his groin. “There is little else that could compare to my body."

Kol's expression faltered into frustration, one of Vel's favorites. The moment where those trapped in a choice knew what they wanted, but their fickle sense of honor stepped in their path. All the more amusing when coming from one with the Imperium's twisted code. Kol clearly did not bend himself to their will entirely, and yet a part of it had certainly taken root in his mind. He refused to take heretical views while others may fall to heresy for his own gain. Now the ultimate prize was nearly in his grasp, it only lay past a pact.

“Consider this. Should I need any more of your assistance, this may become a habit of ours." She could hear his heart begin to hammer. “Perhaps… If you perform well enough now, we could indulge in more without need of any more pacts. You may be able to taste beauty whenever you desire." Vel ran the backside of her claw along his covered erection, sliding upward until that talon hooked into his pants.

“Millennia is nothing to one such as myself," Vel said, “but even my patience has limits."

“What would you require of me?" Kol said. He stared through her.

“Ah, that is yet to be seen." Vel could not stop her next words, enjoying setting out the true dilemma before him. “Any number of favors for a touch of lust."

“I am sure you would change the deal regardless," Kol replied, his voice low.

“Very astute." She tugged on the band of his pants. “Well?"

Kol eventually nodded.

Vel hissed. “Say it. Speak it," she replied. “Make your intent known to this world."

“Are there truly so many hurdles to this?"

“So many delicious hurdles. Wonderful, aren't they?"

“Then… you have my word. I accept this pact." The frustrated look on his face worsened while his body delighted in those words.

Vel's feathers bristled. “The exact words I crave."

With one swift motion, Vel tore the front of his pants, letting his firm erection rise to full attention. He let out a small gasp as she grabbed at his erection, scaled hand wrapping firmly around its length. While she was careful with her talons, she did not let them travel far from his skin, making him know who exactly was ruler in this scenario. Frustration struggled against pleasure, the ramifications of this deal melting under the heat of arousal.

Vel had guessed this would be an enjoyable excursion, but hadn't quite realized to what extent. She had seen so many souls crumble underneath the promises of secretive powers and knowledge that would shatter minds, and here she was, enjoying this primitive urge given a wicked twist. All of the strength and prestige Kol had presented shattered underneath a hand's grasp. It was no wonder, then, how Slaanesh was able to captivate humans' hearts.

Kol had little recourse other than to sit and take Vel's hand on his cock. She stroked him firmly, feeling his mind pulse with heat on every long stroke downward. Her size meant that it was hard to properly stroke him, but he seemed to be enjoying all the bumps along her palm, writhing with each pump. She wondered how long to tease him like this before moving onto the main course of his desires.

With a simple thought, Vel willed away her staff, letting her now free hand to tend to her loincloth. She was slow about her movements, dragging the cloth upward. Kol's eyes remained steadfast on her crotch, erection slightly twitching as she moved. Another burst of pleasure came from his thoughts the moment her pussy came into view.

“What you have sought for so long, isn't it?" she asked.

In that moment, Vel felt as though she had her own personal worshiper, almost as if she were a goddess herself. Perhaps in the scale between them, that was true. She raised her leg, stepping onto the armrest of the chair, showing off Kol's prize all the more. What would a goddess have her follower do? Serve, surely.

“Touch, pet, please me, and you may yet be rewarded with more," she said.

Kol stirred from his pleasured haze, uneasy hands reaching forward. He was likely uncertain if he would stoop to the level of pleasuring her. His fingers graced her lips, sliding fingers between her folds and a thumb on her clitoris. Vel smiled, letting out a low laugh. The human would do absolutely anything of her now.

Their mutual masturbation continued for a while longer before Vel figured her worshiper deserved another reward. Why, she was almost a pleasure demon. She stood up, hands departing, and picked Kol up by the collar. His mouth opened, but he made no protest. Vel marched her human over to the discard table, laying him down on it. She approached from the side, watching his member twitch eagerly.

“Another small reward for my slave," she said.

Kol looked to the grand entrance. “What of—"

“The others?" She snapped her fingers, the bar slamming down into place, locking them in. “Nary a worry in your mind, slave. Your secret degeneracy is safe with your master."

Kol frowned at that word, slave. It made Vel all the happier knowing he knew it was true. She placed a hand on his chest, another on his leg, and leaned down, bringing her wide maw near his erection. Funny, she had not tasted the flesh of man before. She almost wanted to make him beg again. Later. For now, she wanted to see him squirm.

Vel's tongue slithered from her beak, prodding at the head of Kol's manhood. A dab of salty pre-cum had already spread across the tip. A curious taste. She explored more of his erection, her deft muscle quickly wrapping around it. Kol raised his hips against her, muttering about his “God-Emperor" in vain swears. That would change soon enough.

There was an admirable simplicity to the way humans pleasured themselves. All they needed was something warm, wet, and tight. Vel's tongue tightened around his erection, letting spittle slick its length. The primitive desires were in stark contrast to how they could drink of so many springs of knowledge. Their mind was more than a sexual muscle in and of itself, but it seemed as though even the deepest wells of knowledge beat out lavishing their sexual organs with attention.

While her tongue worked, Vel brought her mouth closer to Kol's groin, letting warm breaths run across it. Her sharp teeth kept a moderate distance, adding a fearful flair to his thoughts that enticed him all the more. Interesting. Not only was it the alien form that enticed him, it was also the danger that it posed. The moral code that bound humans to a blind safety had been turned into a depraved fetish. Vel chuckled just as his hips bucked.

Pulling back her warm tongue, Vel looked to him.

“Ease your body, slave. You do want to extend this binding of flesh, do you not?" she said.

Kol huffed. Despite falling to lust, he still held onto pride. Indeed, he was cute. The tip of Vel's tongue came to the very tip of his erection, flicking at that sensitive hole, causing him to shudder. More pre-cum oozed out of his twitching cock.

“Such a tender body, waiting to burst." Her hand fondled his balls. “I must say, out of all of the challenges you have faced, staying strong in the face of raw pleasure is most impressive."

“You speak like a cultist of Slaanesh now," he replied. Indignant.

Vel's eyes narrowed. “Perhaps your tongue should tend to other matters." She flapped her wings, allowing her to deftly heft herself up and over onto the table. Her legs rested on either side of Kol's shoulders, plump rear hovering over his face. A single thought made her flimsy clothes vanish. She forced her pussy against his mouth before he could make any sort of protest. “Learning to serve will help you in the future."

At first, Kol was still, with only strained breaths gracing Vel's lips. Eventually, he buckled, with a cautious tongue reaching out to her folds. She relaxed into his wet touch, wings flapping in delight. Pleasures of the material flesh had evaded her for so long. On some level, she considered them to be beneath her, and she was quickly reassessing that thought. Granted, most of that pleasure was subjugating the governor for her enjoyment.

The governor's tongue was inexperienced, mostly prodding and licking slowly. Not surprising. Vel was aware most of his illicit encounters were more of a taking affair, rather than giving. She began to grind against him, drawing out more surprising enjoyment. Her earlier false promises of more of these affairs were merely a ploy to make him fall, and she was reconsidering their legitimacy the more his tongue worked against her folds.

Kol's erection continued to twitch. Involuntarily or not, it was a clear sign he was under Vel's spell. There was a balance to teasing that Vel had learned with dealings. Sex was no different. How best to tantalize? She pulled his shirt up and placed a hand on his stomach, talons gracing his soft skin. His breathing hitched, as did his licking. Vel smiled. She slid her hand downward, gliding sharp claws across his body before stopping at his crotch, bumping against his stiff and needy member. It twitched again, begging for any sort of touch.

Seeing as how Kol's mouth was occupied, begging would have to wait yet again. Vel's hand came upon his cock, squeezing gently. Her thumb settled on his head, rubbing its slick glans. Tempting to make him burst now, watch his whole body shake at an inevitable orgasm and see his hips buck in a desperate attempt to spread his seed. She held back, however, goading on his arousal at a moderate amount.

“I do wonder, governor, what your subordinates would think of you now." She squeezed his erection. “Laid subservient to a daemon, tasting her, being pleasured by her, following her every whim."

Kol, naturally did not have much of a response. His licking slowed for a moment, as if he were truly thinking on that fear.

“Would they be jealous, perhaps?" she asked. “They would flaunt some dogmatic hatred, but deep within, they would gladly trade places with you no matter the cost. In the billions upon billions of souls, only you are so fortunate."

A shame he couldn't say anything in that moment. Fitting, though. Rather than pontificate about his fate, he merely took it, tongue gaining more courage as he worked, exploring deeper. Indeed, it was almost time for a reward after his firm service. A little longer yet. Vel let out little sighs when he pressed up against her clit.

Flesh continued to impress. Vel was surprised his tongue was effective on her despite his inexperience. She supposed that she was made from the thoughts and desires of the material realm, ergo, deep inside her there was a waiting desire to experience what they felt. The fact that she never delved into lust only exacerbated any effects he had on her.

“Harder, pet. Harder," she said, giving him another squeeze. “Your service will be rewarded handsomely."

Kol's tongue eagerly obliged, that warm muscle exploring between her folds. A mere portent to what his own erection might feel like. Knowing a sensation was far removed from experiencing it in that moment, which was a small fault in the blessed glimpses into the future. Vel tittered to herself as Kol pushed deeper inside. In a way, she was glad Tzeentch had denied her any true visions, this turn of events was very much a welcome surprise. She wiggled her hips, pushing his tongue further in.

Warm tongue, warmer breaths. Vel shuddered. Kol became more receptive to his demeaning role as long as his erection was tended to. Simple as always. Every lick simply cemented his role as her servant, and by extension, her own deity. Vel had managed to beat the dark Prince at his own game simply by striking at one vulnerable degeneracy.

The licking continued for a while longer. Kol seemed to grow more needy with every passing second, his erection entirely stiff in Vel's hand. Surely that was enough teasing. Both for him and herself. She was curious to see how the main course would feel. Vel raised her ass off of Kol's face. He drew heavy breaths and appeared almost lost.

“You have performed admirably as a servant," she said. Vel adjusted herself to face him, large body easing onto his lap. “Shall we give you what you desire?"

“Yes," he said. Kol's hands settled on her thighs. “I've followed your orders. Give me release." His tone was irritated but his expression was defeated.

Vel leaned forward. One hand settled next to Kol's head, while the other caressed his cheek.

“Beg, servant. Beg for your master," she said. “I, Vel'Thara, lord over you."

He grit his teeth, then sighed. Vel grabbed at his head. Her thumb ran down his chin and onto his neck.

“By the God-Emperor," he said. “I ask— Beg for your body. Please…"

“And now, you swear your soul to Tzeentch," she said, voice dripping with a malicious glee.

Kol's eyes widened. He was already ensnared in a pact, but his spirit quaked at true devotion. Vel leaned back and lowered herself onto his cock, slick entrance rubbing against its head, causing him to hiss. She held his hips down, lest his primal urges take control.

“Sacrifice yourself," she said. Her grip tightened and her eyes opened, staring into him. A string held onto his soul. “You are so close to that which you desire."

Kol swallowed, expression hardening.

“I give myself to you and to Tzeentch."

Vel laughed and slammed her hips down, accepting his entire length in one motion. Kol groaned, his whole body tensing as his erection twitched inside of her. The thrill of another claimed soul mixed with the raw sensation of a mortal taking her. He was entirely hers. She closed her eyes, focusing on the jubilation rattling through her material form, letting it sink into the depths of her soul.

The mortal inside her eventually relaxed, letting out a low sigh. Vel spared him from a quick orgasm, letting his simmering nerves calm, but once he had, she began a slow bounce on top of him. The table beneath them creaked with every hop. Kol himself began breathing heavily. Such a feeble thing. To think Slaanesh would need to push them to such extreme depths when this worked just as well.

Vel grabbed him by the shoulders and bounced faster, relishing in his pleasured expressions. Warmth flooded her body, making it all the better. Kol's entire body was alight with sensation. The heaving of his chest, the hammering of a heart, the rush of blood, the trickle of sweat. It was impressive how stressed humans became from simple mating. Then again, that was nearly their entire existence, wasn't it? To live and to mate.

In Kol's mind, the most basic of urges, he desired to impregnate Vel. Not entirely impossible, yet still an amusing thought. Even when thinking of a heretical form, he wanted nothing more than to plant his seed in her and see her round with child.

“My liege?" a voice came along with a knock at the grand doors.

“Care to speak to your underlings?" Vel whispered. Her bouncing did not cease, indeed, it became more rigorous. “Are you capable of it under my love?"

Kol managed to gather himself long enough to formulate a coherent thought. “What is it?" he called out.

“A matter of riots from the menials. The lack of a certain recreational substances has led to unrest."

Kol held back a groan as his desperate hips plowed into Vel's slit. His thrusts weren't entirely in tandem, being driven by a mindless lust. He gasped and slowed himself to a stop.

“Storms of the immaterium have their way of ruining things, hm?" she said.

“The guardsmen will oversee it! Send them out!" Kol yelled.

“Tharn—" started the underling.

“Send them and speak no more of it!" He groaned again, sinking his fingers into Vel's plump thighs.

Silence came, with only the sound of Vel's rigorous fucking filling the space.

“You have such obedient servants. I look forward to their assistance in the future," Vel said. “You, however—" she slammed down on him, hilting his cock “—will remain my most cherished plaything."

Kol couldn't manage much except another moan. His word, his world, his soul, all given in the pursuit of a corrupting desire. Vel understood the tribulations he must have been experiencing, and yet, it was clear that at the same time he was all-too-happy to give them away. He was lost in a drunk haze of warmth, thinking only of Vel bouncing atop him. His gaze was easy to track, going from where their two bodies met, to her swaying breasts, right up to her closed gaze. Every look was a drink, a reminder that no price was too high to pay for this moment, to lay a Daemon such as her. Devotion was far from his mind, but soon, it would plague him every waking moment.

The tensing of muscles, the quickened breaths, the sweat at his brow, all signs Kol was near his end. Vel placed her head near his neck, gently licking at it. He choked out a groan. She chuckled, pressing her beak against his neck, letting a low moan vibrate through him.

“You have earned it. Finish. Release your seed. You wish to mark your master, I feel it," she said. “Let it roil deep inside of me."

Those honeyed words were all he needed. Kol thrust forward, slamming his hips into her, and shooting out load after load of his warm semen. He twitched with every spurt, then weakly thrust a few more times, letting out more oozing streams. Kol fell back to the table, gasping. Vel let out a deep moan, punctuating it with a chuckle. The seed of man clung to her walls, warming her innards. She let him bask in his reward a while longer before pulling herself off of him. Kol moaned again as his softening member slid from her folds.

Vel stood by the table, letting his fluids dribble down her thighs and spatter onto the floor. It would be simple to clean, but in the trip among his thoughts, she had taken that small nugget of degeneracy with her. Letting his seed, a mortal man's seed, drip from her was simply another added layer of enjoyment. She looked at her battered quarry, drained in both mind and body, defeated. Briefly, she wondered if any other human was as good a lay as he. In any case, she was certain to return to him for these moments again, and he was certain to indulge in them blindly.

A curious hand trailed down her body, sliding a finger into her pussy. Vel brought her hand back up, licking at the digit, tasting his seed. An acquired taste, perhaps. She dressed herself and returned her staff to her side. Kol eventually managed to sit upright, his glistening shame still on full display. It was almost a shame it was over, teasing him had grown so entertaining.

“I look forward to our long and treasured relationship, Kol Tharn," she said. “I assume you are as well, hm?"

“I traded my very soul, haven't I?" he replied. His tone was matter of fact, yet also bore a touch of sadness. “For a single affair."

Vel rounded behind him, pulling him back against her larger frame. His head lay just below her breasts. She gently pet him, letting him relax into her touch. Strange to think these humans were so violent and expansive and yet had the capacity to be so calm, so unlike all the other races that plagued the galaxy. Truly, they were her favorite, the walking oddities.

“And a grand soul it is. Tzeentch will be pleased with your patronage, as am I."

“What would you have me do now?"

“As I said, that will be revealed in time." Her eyes slightly opened, peering into Kol. Tzeentch's grasp tightened around his soul. “All in due time, pet. Such grand plans await you, to set in motion events that will change the course of millions of lives."

That grandiosity seemed lost on him, blankly staring ahead as he rest below her bosom. Vel held herself from leering into his mind again, instead settling on the notion that their experience was still worming through his veins and nerves. It certainly had left its mark on her.

“Or perhaps if that is not to your liking…" Vel's hand slid down his neck, worming into his shirt and placing a hand against his unsteady heart. “You could simply become my plaything." His heart fluttered upon her saying that.

“I am no better than those mindless crowds out there, am I?"

“Perhaps. Yet, instead of your actions leading you and your world into a wasted pile of wanton greed, it will lead them to a grand future marked only by their achievements and knowledge. Knowledge that will be whispered into their souls and bring you wondrous things."

“And the Imperium? They will not be held back forever."

“The storm will last a while still." If those particular visions were true. “You and I will have much time to put into motion anything we desire."

“And should it not?"

“You have little faith in your new god."

“Tzeentch is about planning, is he not? I merely ask in that pursuit."

Vel laughed. “And should it not, there will be many strings to pull. Though, should those strings be cut, well, at the very least you will be saved."

“Somehow I doubt the consumption of my soul is salvation."

“You should be honored that it is, yet, that is not what I speak of."

“Then what do you intend?"

Vel sat Kol upright again, rounding to his front. She grabbed at his chin, forcing him to look up at her. Her eyes opened, staring into his vulnerable gaze. He was hypnotized by her glare.

“You will be mine entirely." Her tongue ran along her beak.

Kol grabbed at her wrist. “You will be returning soon, won't you?" he asked.

It was a feeble gesture with a surprising amount of strength. Vel had ingrained on him more than she expected.

“You have already pledged your allegiance and performed well, I see no reason not to."

“You won't renege on such a deal?"

“I admit, the thought had crossed my mind." Vel shook her head. “No, my word is as solid as the binds on your soul. We will meet again. Provided you serve faithfully." She ran a finger down his body, sliding down to his exposed cock.

Kol winced, letting out a low sigh.

“Until we meet again, Kol Tharn."

“I will await your return, Vel'Thara."

“Good pet."

A single step back slipped Vel back into the immaterium, away from the material plane. Her body relished the presence of the warp again, but she would not linger in it long. Her simple scheme had succeeded, which only meant more steps to an even greater plan.

It was true that she had laid out a feast for Slaanesh in a way. Vel considered it a small treat for the dark Prince before his worshipers were torn from the world. A parting gift in trade for a whole system. Now all Vel had to do was watch and wait, planning out another ripple in the pond of fate.

And mayhap another embrace from her toy…