A Vision of Perfection

As the Doe-Shaman's sight expanded beyond the physical, she felt something slipping under the surface of her soul - like a second skin below her own, slithering and squirming into place. She quashed the rising panic it provoked with the ease of long experience; it wouldn't be the first time that one of the gods' servants had tried to trick her into submissions with an illusion of having already lost, and it wouldn't be the last. A sublime landscape whirled and roiled all around her, her mind filled with a trillion sights, sounds, scents and tastes as every sort of touch, from a gentle caress to the passage of a rusty sawblade, tugged at her ethereal 'flesh'. She took a 'step' forward and-

-stopped dead, struck utterly mindless by the perfection before her. On a throne of singing, screaming, writhing bodies lounged the Dark Prince, sublime in its obscenity, ever-twisting into new, more eye-catching forms wherever her gaze blindly roamed. The only impression that stuck was of a figure that was repulsively alluring; broad-hipped and broad-shouldered, delicate and hulking, masculine and feminine in equal measure. One hand stroked a cyclopean shaft studded with piercings of congealed soulstuff as another squeezed and fondled the bloated, churning testes that hid its puffy lower lips from her sight. Another pair groped and pulled at the three pairs of breasts that it sported on its muscular chest, idly tugging at rings made from solid devotion. A third pair held an artfully tarnished golden goblet in one hand while the other stirred its contents with a single fingertip. An infinitely long and tapered tongue, studded with gems of glittering ambition, snaked from its grinning maw and lashed through the air.

A woman of near-equal stature clung to one thick, shapely leg, whispering words that only her owner could hear. Lileath had shed her pure-white garments for covers of a different kind, woven from pure, lustful fantasy. A gossamer-thin robe, perpetually soaked with fresh jizz, pussy juices, milk and drool, clung tightly to her every curve as she sat sprawled at her new master's hooved feet. Her domain of dreams and prophecy belonged to the Tempter now, her power stained and sullied with the lust unleashed upon her avatar. Secret desires and hidden sins spilled from her lips, swelling her master with her very self, now freely given. Soon it would be time for her to be used again, defiled in both realms in ways that her unsuspecting followers would feel deep in their bodies, minds and souls.

A 'stray' - though there was no way for it to be truly unintentional - sliver of power fell onto the dumbstruck Doe-Shaman, pushed over the rim of the Lady's goblet by the **** of Slaanesh's stirring. Raw energy suffused the mortal soul, rending it asunder and rebuilding it in a new, more powerful form. The Doe-Shaman's eyes snapped open as she wailed out her shivering, squirting orgasm on the newly-anointed Bruan Ironshaft's tongue, her body burning and bursting at the seams with now-unchained potential.