lesbian sisters of battle x nurglings

Seraphina's silver hair shimmered under the dim light from the cracked roof, a mosaic of red and orange glass reflecting the rays. Veronica's flowing golden locks trailed behind her. Her eyes, once clear like a summer sky, were now tinged with flecks of mold green. Sisters of Battle - they had been. Now their plate armor, polished with the sweat of battle and devotion, was chipped and battered, rusted in places where the once glowing sigils were barely visible.

The silk beneath their habit was tattered and caked with filth. They moved in near-silence, the only sounds their labored breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric against stone.

Their destination was a place feared even by the bravest of warriors - the Nurgling nest. It was a twisted subterranean labyrinth, a maze of curving tunnels and cavernous chambers, crawling with the grotesque minions of Nurgle, the decadent Chaos god of decay and corruption.

The air dripped with slime, a noxious concoction that gathered in slimy pools upon the ground. The sisters stepped carefully, eyes alert for any sudden movement as their boots sank into the moss-covered floor.

The entire place stank of rotting flesh and ****, a pungent aroma that tickled their nostrils and left a metallic taste in their mouth.

Every corner was infested with nurglings - those diminutive, repulsive creatures infected with a virulent strain of Nurgle's power. Their bodies were grotesque, covered in pustules that exuded a pestilent slime. The ceilings were alive with writhing, tentacle-like roots pulling up moisture from the damp soil, the walls slick with moss and slimy fungi.

Seraphina's mind was racing; the memories of her past life washed over her in ceaseless waves.

She recalled vividly the moments before they were ambushed: the heat of the sun, the chatter of comrades, the quiet hum of their shuttle's engines. Now, the only sounds were the muffled squeals of the nurglings, the trickling of slime and pus from the walls, and her own breathing almost drowned out by her pounding heartbeat.

They pushed through a tunnel overgrown with grotesque flora, and suddenly an enormous cavern spread out before them.

The sisters looked at one another, recognizing that this was not just any nurgling nest. This was the lair of something far worse, and their only option was to press on.

Their hearts beat faster, but they moved with purpose towards a deafening cacophony of wet, sloppy lips, slimy laughter, and the groaning of distorted wooden furniture.

A writhing mass of nurglings, all rotten flesh and mangled genitalia, gathered like a noxious organism before the sisters.

Their filthy, twisted cocks lurked like leering demons amidst the masses, their heads darting along with the infected bulges.

"Filthy mongrels!" Veronica spat, her voice strong and fierce, but her eyes were filled with fear. No amount of faith could shield her from the despair that gripped her soul.

"Sister... we have fought many things, but never..." Seraphina's voice trailed off, her own fear plain to see. But she also felt something else.

Something she couldn't quite place. A strange warmth, a soothing comfort. She looked at the nurglings again, and saw them not as the twisted, diseased creatures they were, but as their beloved sons.

The gases, pumped out from the Nurgling's own rotten bodies, had an insidious effect. They could worm their way into the mind, changing perception and bending it to their will.

Veronica and Seraphina, once devoted Sisters of Battle, now saw the nurglings in a new light. The creatures were still repulsive, still infected with the foulness of Nurgle, but now they were also their children.

"Sister," Seraphina whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Look at them. They're beautiful."

Veronica looked at the nurglings again, and this time she saw them differently. She saw them as children , twisted and grotesque maybe, but still deserving of love and affection. Her mind was lost in a whirlwind of emotions, and with a deep breath, she took the first step towards understanding their new reality.

She approached one of the closest nurglings, her steps hesitant but determination burning in her eyes. The creature's twisted and grotesque body writhed in anticipation, its huge, infected cock wobbling obscenely in the air.

"Vera," Seraphina cautioned, her voice tinged with concern.

But Veronica was too entranced by the creature's putrid, corrupted form. Her fingers brushed against the nurgling's slimy flesh, and an electrifying sensation shot up her arm. The feeling was like nothing she'd ever experienced before - warm and inviting, filthy and depraved, undeniably voluptuous.

Veronica's soul felt as if it was being slowly torn apart as the pleasure washed over her, ripping the last vestiges of her old life away.

She let out a groan as she allowed herself to submit to the sensation, the nurgling's twisted lips moving with an enthusiasm that was both disturbing and strangely arousing.

Seraphina watched her sister for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to reconcile what she was seeing with the woman she had known all her life.

"Veronica," Seraphina whispered, her voice barely audible over the wet, sloppy sounds of the nurglings around them. "Are you sure about this?"

Veronica looked up at her, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Yes, Seraphina. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. They need us, and we need them. They need to suck milk from their mommies"

Veronica murmured, running her fingers over the fleshy body of the Nurgling. Her eyes were squeezed shut, a serene expression playing upon her lips as she allowed the disgusting creature to slurp at her breast, hidden beneath her vandalized armor. A small, pungent hand had managed to burrow its way inside, and the Nurgling's maw continued to suck with inhuman need.

Seraphina stared at her sister in surprise. "Sister, you cannot be serious", Seraphina urged, but her heart wasn't in the protestation. She loved her sons too.

She didn't know what twisted **** drove her to consider a wriggling, pockmarked, slime-covered monster her child, but there was no denying the powerful emotions that overcame her with every touch. And Seraphina could relate. She watched as another nurgling approached Veronica, its obscenely large cock wobbling in front of it like a diseased tongue. Veronica didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth and took it inside, sucking and slurping with an enthusiasm that made Seraphina's heart race.

She closed her eyes, feeling the awful, slimy texture slithering against her tongue, tasting the sour, foul taste as the diseased creature's organs began to expand.

Seraphina could hardly believe what she was witnessing. It felt wrong, awful, disgusting - but she couldn't tear her eyes away. There was a fascination, a morbid curiosity that gripped her soul.

"Sister," Veronica moaned, her body shuddering as the Nurgling continued to throb and pump into her.

"Mommy like cock? He asked.

Seraphina looks at him, eyes wide. She doesn't know what to say. She had never thought about this before. Never even imagined that she would entertain such a filthy, disgusting thought. But there it was, in the forefront of her mind.

Seraphina swallows hard, and nods. She reaches out hesitantly, her fingers trembling as she touches the tip of his swollen cock. It's hot, pulsating with a life of its own. She can feel the veins, twisting and turning like serpents on a mission.

The Nurgling's cock throbs in her hand, and she feels an unexpected surge of desire.

"We looove lesbian mommies," the Nurgling repeated, its voice a guttural growl.