Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

Astarael cursed internally at the lack of subtlety in sending a keeper of secrets as the presence of a greater daemon would both make the true effects of this incident more difficult to keep quiet and subject Henrietta to more warp-presence than she was sure the young witch could handle. If the girl managed to retain her sanity in the face of a greater daemon then she would be an invaluable asset to the cause since her raw power was greater than Astarael's own but otherwise she would be too unpredictable, and they would need to put her down lest her survival and continued presence arouse suspicion from the imperium proper. Quietly, she sent a bolstering calm, working quickly as she could to lay mental structures intended to keep the no-longer-penitent woman sane and allow her to accept the touch of slaanesh openly. She was already wiling -for who but the most stalwart of the faithful could not be in the presence of pleasure itself- but Astarael stripped away the dogma beaten into her, the falsehoods imposed by the emperor's servants, allowing her to see and take part in the pleasure without guilt or fear. It was quick work, rough and slapdash, but as she quickly propelled her mental senses back towards Rosamond when she felt the battle-sister's mind open in turn, Astarael hoped that she had done enough, especially as the last thing she sensed was the daemon's fingers withdrawing as it lowered the penitent witch onto its cock. Then her vision of that area was swallowed as the psychic feedback and raw warp-bending lust of the daemon began to open further tears in the fabric of reality around the station and she took refuge in the sororitas' open mind, beginning her work there in turn... Even dazed and open-minded, Rosamond's faith was strong, and even as Astarael dove into her mind she found there was an iron core to the woman that would not break easily, and certainly not within the time she had. However, to break it was one thing, to bend it was another, and Astarael was well-versed in the practices of twisting that which would not be caved by brute force. She turned that faith, channeling it into a distorted vision of a false emperor for whom this carnal practice was the highest form of worship possible, warping memories where she could to twist prior worships into carnal celebrations. Mutual silence amongst her sisters in the chapel became gentle orgies where the warrior women writhed with each other in mutual ecstasy, using the venerated artifacts and ornaments to pleasure each other. Lone nights of meditation became masturbation, fingering herself before an altar and letting her juices drip onto its stones. Rites of cleansing where she was flogged to cleanse her of minor sins became prostrations before an altar or statue, face to a stone floor and naked ass in the air as a priest plunged himself into her rear. For every moment affirming Rosamond's faith Astarael presented a dark and carnal mirror, a plausible lie to twist the battle sister down a darker path. No destruction, simply corruption of that zeal that already existed within her, elevating pleasure and it's pursuit to be worthy of the same fervor with which she slew xenos. These men and women were not here against her will, but rather to help her properly show her devotion. Even if they had shown up unannounced and unexpected, they were only here to help with her pleasure, right? The woman she'd bitten had pulled back, but already a man was stepping into her place, his cock bouncing before her. She could look up into his face, then up further, into the face of the emperor, the statue recessed behind the altar she was now bent double upon, and while it looked down upon her sternly, it no longer seemed to disapprove of her position. If anything, it silently asked what are you waiting for? Astarael was thoroughly distracted with altering Rosamond's worship to something more fitting but the Guardsmen following patience needed no encouragement to follow closer, then closer, then closer still. Many of them did not even realize quite what they were doing as the waves of psychic lust emanating from the arbites building wore down their resistance, the tempting picture of the inquisitor before them only serving to justify their growing lusts, to offer an excuse for why their minds were fogged with desire and arousal. Tension rose in the squad, thick enough to cut with a knife until -without warning- it snapped, becoming too much for them to restrain themselves. I-inquisitor Vadere... Ma'am... Me'n the boys... The sergeant stepped up to her, unable to hold back from openly sliding his gaze over her form now, his cock stiff and bulging against his fatigues. We uh... we're all a little tense y'see... We need... We need an outlet... He was desperately trying to hold himself back from jumping her but if that's what it took, the rest of the squad had started to surround the inquisitor while they talked. Ten guardsmen in all, all of them with painful erections straining against their pants. The sergeant reached into his fatigues, pulling out his cock, swollen and already dripping with pre-cum. I'm sorry ma'am but... Yer the only woman here... We can't fight like this. Around her, the others were pulling their shafts out as well, some stroking, others waiting, ready to grab her should it come to force. And lastly, Jonelle found herself confronted by chaos. The other rifts created by the unholy union at the centre of this accident were short-lived things, torn open only to re-seal themselves quickly as natural order fought the chaos of the warp. However, even the brief time they stood open was long enough for things to slip through and as the assassin worked through the darkened corridors something stalked her. A chaos spawn, a writing thing of iridescent pinks and blues, slowly crawling towards her, many-tentacled and glistening. It was a creature of raw chaos, and with so much slaaneshi energy about, its urge was not to rip and tear, but instead to sate lusts, and it could sense the latent unholy desire in Jonelle. Around the corner it came, shambling towards her, reaching eagerly to hold her, ravage her, satisfy her...