The taste. The voice. The surrender.

Alex woke in stages, rising from a dreamless black into something warmer and denser. Her skin stuck to the sheets. Her thighs ached. Her head felt soft, stuffed with cotton. The air was wet, heavy, and wrong.

She inhaled once and nearly moaned. The scent was everywhere. Not fresh, but not stale either. It had matured overnight, deepened in richness, and distilled into something headier. Her pheromones didn't fade with time; they fermented like wine sealed in heat and shadow. What had started as lust now hung in the air as an atmosphere thick with potency and pressure. The room had become a low-pressure system of want.

Beside her, Hannah stirred. Her breath tickled Alex's chest. She mumbled something sweet, "You smell so good," and then nestled deeper into Alex's breasts.

That was when the voice returned.

_You sleep so well when you're emptied, Slaanesh purred. I could watch you forever, just like that. Drained. Soft. Worshipped._

Alex's eyes opened fully. She tried to sit up, but her muscles resisted. Her cock twitched once beneath the sheets.

She tasted you, the voice cooed. She swallowed more than any mortal should. And now she dreams in your flavor.

"Stop," Alex whispered. Her voice cracked.

You didn't want me before. But you called me with your body. You begged with your denial. And now you lie atop your altar.

Alex shifted, pulling away from Hannah gently. Her thighs stuck together. Her sheets were ruined. The air was humid with want.

Hannah whimpered at the movement, blindly reaching for her. "No. Don't go. You feel too good…"

Alex pressed a hand to her own forehead, dizzy. She needed food. She needed clarity.

"We have to get out of here," she muttered.

Hannah blinked awake slowly. Her pupils were wide. She stretched, licked her lips, then sat up. Her hair clung to her neck.

"We can't open the door too long," she said suddenly. "If we air it out, it'll spread. It's strong enough now that it could haze the whole house."

Alex stared.

Hannah gave her a lopsided smile. "We should just keep it sealed. Make this the only room like that. You know… just for us."

Alex said nothing.

She turned away from Hannah and moved to her dresser. Each step felt like walking through syrup. Her legs were slick, her skin tender. She opened a drawer and pulled out fresh clothes, fumbling through soft shirts and stretchy shorts. As she dressed, her breath caught. The fabric clung too easily. Her nipples were still sensitive, and her thighs were still damp. She tried to ignore it, telling herself it was manageable. That she could fight it.

She slipped the clothes on, slow and deliberate, as if doing it gently might lessen the sensation. She tightened a hoodie around her chest, more to hide herself than for warmth.

She didn't want to leave the room. It was shameful, yes, but familiar. The scent was part of her now. And part of Hannah. It felt like a secret they shared alone.

But then she felt the twitch. A low pulse beneath the waistband. Her cock stirred again, not fully hard yet, but awake. Sensitive. The smell was feeding it. Feeding her. Her cheeks flushed as her breath grew short. She shifted her stance, clenching her thighs to fight the reaction.

She couldn't let it happen again. Not this soon. Not like this.

She turned to Hannah. "We have to get out of here."

Hannah blinked at her, still half drunk on scent and dreams. "Okay," she murmured and rose from the bed like she was wading through honey. Her legs wobbled slightly, her smile lazy. "But only if I get to follow you out. Your ass might be the only thing more addictive than your taste."

Alex didn't respond. She didn't have it in her. She just opened the door and stepped into the hall, not looking back.

Hannah followed, giggling under her breath. The rush of cooler air hit them both immediately. Alex stopped, took a sharp breath, and exhaled like it was the first clean lungful she'd had in hours. Her body cooled slightly. Her thoughts began to realign. But Hannah, behind her, whined faintly.

"I was just starting to enjoy it," she said. "That room's like... like a bath you never want to leave."

Alex didn't answer. She started walking.

The kitchen felt surreal in comparison. White light from the windows. Clean countertops. An open fridge hums quietly. The real world.

Alex moved on instinct. She grabbed eggs. Juice. Bread. She didn't bother cooking. She ate fast and messily, drinking juice straight from the carton and shoving slices of bread into her mouth like she hadn't eaten in days. Her body demanded fuel. The Veilbud had remade her, and that remake had a price.

Across the table, Hannah watched her. Still dazed. Still flushed. She sat slowly, hands in her lap, eyes unfocused.

"You're beautiful when you're starving," she whispered.

Alex didn't look up. She swallowed hard, trying to reset her body's trembling.

The quiet stretched between them. Hannah seemed content to watch. Alex slowly began to think again.

Then she finally looked up and asked, "Do you remember what we did?"

Hannah blinked like the words took a second to reach her. Then she smiled, not sheepishly, not with shame, but with a slow, dreamy certainty.

"I remember everything," she said softly. "And I love it."

Alex's chewing stopped.

"I should be scared. I should be disgusted. You're my…" She trailed off, then shook her head. "But I'm not. I'm just… full. Like my life finally has a shape. A direction. Something that makes sense."

She leaned forward on the table. "I've spent so long chasing some blurry idea of happiness. You know, the kind they promise in ads and self-help books. But this? A stomach full of happiness? A cock attached to someone who can give me more when I've been good?" Her smile deepened. "It's terrifying how comforting that is."

Alex stared at her, heart pounding.

"I didn't ask for this," Alex said quietly. "I took a pill. It was supposed to be a joke. A scam. But it… it did something. To me. Inside and out."

Hannah nodded. "I know. You're not him anymore."

Alex swallowed. "No. I'm not."

"So what do I call you?"

"Alex still works," she murmured. "But she. Please. She."

Hannah nodded slowly. "Okay. She it is."

There was something reverent in her tone. A quiet pledge.

Alex looked down at her hands. "It started with whispers. I heard this voice. She promised… pleasure. Power. All tied to this thing. This Veilbud. I barely understand what it is, but… it's changed everything."

Hannah smiled again, gentle and warm. "Good. Then let's figure it out together."

Alex gave a shaky laugh. "How are you just… okay with all of this?"

Hannah tilted her head, blinking slowly. "Because I can feel it. Inside me. Your cum… it didn't just sit there. It soaked into me. It moved. I felt it under my skin, up my spine, down my legs. Like it was mapping new paths, remaking me a little at a time. And when I woke up this morning?" She shuddered. "I was sore in the best way. Like my body had been used the way it was supposed to be. Finally."

Alex opened her mouth, but before she could respond, there was a wet thud beneath the table. Her eyes widened as she looked down.

Her cock had slipped free from her waistband without warning, fully erect again. It slammed against the underside of the countertop with a dull, meaty knock.

Both girls froze. Hannah's cheeks flushed. Alex's breath caught in her throat.

Silence.

Then Hannah grinned slowly. "I guess it remembers, too."