She performed a dark ritual

Unbeknownst to Gisben, who has simply been dazzled by his ballerina's performance, she had been doing far more than merely performing as she defended herself and her master. No, she had actually done a ritual as a daemon engine made by Gisben. She had the ability to perform such things as slaughtering her enemies, and all those that would dare harm the perfection that was her master were her enemies.

For only perfection could create one as great as her, and so she showed he was a greater being far more than his lessers who dared to try and mimic his form. So she sought to punish the lessers for daring to not only mimic her master's form but daring to have treacherous thoughts of harming him. So she sacrificed the first to dare to try in front of her in a blood dance. Now a door was open to the Slaanesh domain, for which six demonettes would be unleashed six times before it was finally closed.

That would show the lessers, as the Demonettes **** them to understand the pleasures of pain. They would rampage through the underhive doing just that, showing what happened when you dared go against her creator. She smiled at the thought of their suffering as she brought her master and creator to his bed, which was a mishmash of different cloths and rags not deserving of her maker, but it would have to do for the moment. She would get him the greater things he deserved at a later date.

She watched as her creator began to catch his breath as his wounds and her fast trip through the ancient air ducts of the undehive had winded him. Once he had his breath back fully in his lungs, he spoke to her. "Thank you, my ballerina; truly, your creation was my best design. Nothing I have ever done has come close to the creation of you, as you prove again and again." Gisben said his voice filled with pride at having made such a great decision to follow the voice that had been with him as long as he had known instructions and create the great ballerina before him.

He did not see how her eyes grew a deeper violet at that before the dulled back down as she controlled herself. "My creator, is there anything I can get you?" The ballerina asked, wondering if he was parched or hungry, as she had not seen him partake in either and knew that mortal men needed such things, even her creator, who was greater than any mere mortal.

"No, I don't want anything. I just need to bask in your beauty, my ballerina." Gisben said once again, not knowing the danger in saying such things to his creation, as he was only trying to bask in the splendor of his ballerina. The one being to bring beauty to his world of decay and rot. Though this time his ballerina could not hold back as her eyes were enveloped fully in violet, and soon she was upon her creator.

She ground herself against Gisben's large cock that was barely held in with the rags of clothes he wore. Gisben, startled, was about to say something, but the ballerina silenced him as she put her lips over his rather long tongue, forcing itself down Gisben's throat and tasting every inch of Gisben's mouth. For a while, not a sound was heard but that of a ballerina devouring the lips of her creator as she rubbed herself up and down on his bulge.

Eventually the ballerina came up pulling her tongue out of her creator's mouth not to breathe but so her maker could as he had started to turn purple. Before Gisben could make sense of his creation forcing herself on him or that she wanted to do such things with a hunchback like himself, she had torn off the rags he wore, leaving him naked as the day he was born. Gisben looked down, ashamed of his body, as he saw his ribs from poor nutrition and the lumps that came from the mutation found often in underarms.

" Perfection." The ballerina whispered as she kissed her way down from Gisben's bare chest downward, making a trail of violet kiss marks all the way down to his loins. She began to use her tongue, moving it like a snake as it wrapped around his cock, moving around it and stroking every inch with itself. She was giving the most pleasure Gisben had felt in his life, as he had never even masturbated before being surrounded by **** and decay in the underhive, as he was meant to, and lust was always far from his mind for most of his life, at least until now.

So Gisben, having no experience with such pleasure, quickly came covering his ballerina's face with his filthy cum. Once he was done and his rather large balls had done their work covering most of his ballerina's face, he spoke to her. "I'm so sorry I've dirtied you." Gisben said he was horrified; he may have tainted the beauty of his ballerina with his filth. His ballerina, meanwhile, quickly licked up his cum off her face with her snake-like tongue.

She spoke once again, saying only one word, "perfection." The ballerina hissed with lust as her ballerina outfit changed itself, showing how it changed to the ballerina's will, opening a hole at the bottom directly into her pussycat. She then thrust herself down into Gisben's cock; having no hymen to break, she quickly began to thrust herself up and down his cock. Chanting the same word over and over again.

"Perfection, perfection, perfection." The ballerina chanted with zeal as Gisben found his cock ridden far beyond anything he'd ever knew was possible. Just as before, with his nil experience, he found himself cumming and filling his ballerina to the brim with his essence as she screamed out the word perfection one last time." She screamed out in a frenzied whisper that echoed across the room.

Gisben found himself falling asleep, the loss of fluids from both blood loss and his ballerina draining him, causing him to become tired rather easily. The ballerina put her outfit back the way it was and cleaned up Gisben. She was about to walk away from his bed to practice what she could in the limited space his hideout would allow, but before she did, she waved a hand in what hair Gisben had and said, "Perfection." Quietly to herself before getting on with her practice.

The voice that was a part of Gisben cackled to itself in Gisben mind. "Perfection indeed. It would seem your ballerina does excellent work. Gisben, truly, your obsession has worked out wonderfully. I'll have to see if he'll make a few more. There is so much that could be done with them." The voice said to itself, thinking about all the possibilities to come.