A certain Chaos God looking for new followers

Layla's eyes opened, but she did not wake. Her limbs moved, but her muscles were still.

"Wait. I'm dreaming! Right on! This is so cool, I've never had a lucid dream before!"

But as Layla tried to fly, or change the scenery, nothing changed. The backdrop remained a ceaseless void, swirling with shades of purple and pink. At its center stood a great, black maw, and from it sprang a beam of white light.

"Oh good, you've made it. I was beginning to worry I'd lost you to chaos." a smooth, seductive voice echoed.

At the light's center, a colossal figure began to take form. It's curvaceous, feminine outline instantly caught Layla's attention. Sleek, black scales coated it's hips, shoulders, and back, while it's arms, legs, face, and belly showed a soft, pink complexion. It sported a symmetrical crown of black horns protruding from long, silver locks of hair, locks long enough to reach down past its waist. Rose-colored light sat in its eye sockets, adding to the supernatural aura this being emanated. But most noticeable of all were its enormous breasts, each nearly the size of its head, and between its legs hung a flaccid horse cock dangling past its knees.

"So, you are one of my devoted followers of this time? One who sings praises of my efforts, who would see me triumph over Khorne's brutes or the Imperium's zealots? Is that who you are, Layla Smith?" the entity asked in a husky tone.

Layla gulped. What should she say? If this was still a dream, it was definitely a weird one. One thing was certain: if this gorgeous giantess was who she thought it was, it would explain why she was feeling so aroused right now.

"A-are.... are you her? Really her? Sla-"

"Slaanesh? The Dark Prince of Pleasure? Lady and Lord of Excess? The Perfect Prince of Chaos and She Who Thirsts? Of course, my child. I am her. That and so much more."

"Holy shit." Layla whispered. "This is the craziest dream I've ever had! I mean, I've imagined you before, but-"

"This is no dream, sweety."

Slaanesh appeared behind her, and now at a somewhat human (albeit still great) height.

"I've heard your words, seen your thoughts and prayers, and I've come to answer them. Rejoice, for you may know my splendor."

Layla was skeptical of her words. Not just because these were unusual circumstances, but because she knew better than to trust a Chaos God at face value.

"I assume your silence is due to a lack of trust. Fret not, I understand your caution. I know what I am, what I do. But I can assure you, I mean you no harm. And you of all people should know that I am not simply the god of pain and ****. I am pleasure. That can mean many things, bad and good."

"I understand. But how are you here? Why are you here? I thought Warhammer was just a game!"

Slaanesh rested a hand upon Layla's shoulder and leaned in close.

"Oh it is, that much is true. But the war between my brethren and I can also be likened to a 'game' of sorts, can it not? Merely competition between individuals. That is the way of the Universe."

Layla shook her head.

"That still doesn't explain a whole lot. Like, is the Warp real? Are all the other forces of chaos real? Does the Emperor exist? This is a pretty big can of worms we're opening!"

Slaanesh chuckled and cupped one of Layla's breasts with her free hand. The girl's nips stiffened at her patron's touch.

"Oh darling, you know how fickle and unpredictable chaos is. Even if your existence is not a world or time from my own, it is not beyond my reach. In fact, you are not the first in your universe to be approached by a power such as mine."

A soft moan escaped Layla's lips as the fondling continued, something that seemed to please Slaanesh.

"Then why come to me? You could have anyone, especially with a body like that." Layla wondered.

"Ha! You are correct, young Layla." the Chaos God laughed. "And you'd be right to assume you are not my first disciple here. However, the difference between you and the others, those who've previously been visited by Nurgle, Khorne, Tzeentch, and myself, is that you will succeed where they have failed."

"Failed at what?"

"Making your world mine."

Layla recoiled from the dark entity.

"No. No! I'm not going to sell out my planet just because you make me wet!"

"I didn't expect you to. But you'll do it. You'll do it because deep down, you know what I can offer. Imagine a world where people were too busy fucking to wage war, where nobody could lie or scheme because they were too busy enjoying the luxuries of your people, where everyone lived their lives to the fullest." Slaanesh offered.

"What about the thrill-killing, huh? The **** and looting in the streets that no one stops because they're too busy doing the same damn thing?!" Layla countered.

The Dark Prince seemed mildly annoyed.

"You make a compelling case. I see you've given this more thought than the Aeldari ever did."

An uncomfortable silence took hold, giving more weight to the immense emptiness around them.

"Then I offer you a deal. Spread my influence in your world, and I shall abstain from leading your people to self-destruction."

Layla wasted no time with her answer.

"Bullshit. You're the queen of self-destruction. Haven't you ever wondered why your armies can never get their shit together?"

The god scowled.

"If you won't help me, there are no shortage of perverts and bastards in your world who would. You said it yourself. Though, I can't promise they would exercise as much restraint as you. I guess I'll just have to settle for some incestuous freak who'd rather legalize black-tar heroine and fuck his grandmother."

"Wait!" Layla cried out. This still reeked of being a bad idea, but it was better that she usher in Slaanesh than some sicko or serial killer.

"Fine. I'll do it. I'll be your champion, your herald, whatever the fuck you want. But I say when things go too far, got it? You get a new domain to draw from, and my world doesn't pleasure itself to ****, deal?"

Slaanesh's plump, amethyst lips twisted into a wicked grin.

"Deal." the hermaphrodite sang before pulling Layla into a passionate kiss.

As for Layla, her mouth was on fire. At least, not in a bad way. It was like her mouth was a whole new erogenous zone, and the sex god was tonguing her into submission. A sudden ripple stung Layla's left butt cheek. She quickly realized that the god must have slapped her on the behind.

"Congratulations Layla Smith, you now bear my mark. Go forth and spread my truth. And remember to have some fun, or else you're doing it wrong." Slaanesh said with a wink.

And just like that, it was over. Layla woke in a cold sweat, making sure that everything around her was real. The psychedelic abyss was gone, only her plain bedroom remained. Layla breathed a sigh of relief, only to quickly return to panic. Sitting at her crotch and tenting her sky-blue sheets was a big, fat cock.