(*The Countess And The Queen*)

Jessica and Pearl were on some planet known as "Ludlum's Dare" in the Screaming Vortex and Jessica was drinking sacramental wine (stolen from imperial outposts and transported back in Psicurium plated stasis chests that she had desecrated after she bought it by cutting it with a clear liquid from a crystal decanter so it wouldn't "burn the vessel") out of a brand spanking new Daemonnette's pussy, and we DO mean "Brand 'Spanking' New". Jessica had won the honor of breaking the little slut in by paddling her behind till it bled and then breaking the minx's hymen for the first time in a public sword duel that morning. The Daemonnette had finally finished coalescing in the formation spire just the night before, her essence matrix at last 18 years old and therefore able to fully take physical shape. Because a Daemonnette was a creature of refined and concentrated lust and sexuality they couldn't fully physically manifest until they were old enough to have sex according to the culture of the world on which they began to form... On many demon worlds that was hardly an impediment, with rampant **** and worse being normal, but not here on Ludlum's Dare, where so much as masturbating before you turned 18 was grounds for becoming a blood sacrifice...

All this was taking place just after Jessica was elevated to the rank of Aspiring Champion by Demon Prince Maximus Romero when she was on shore leave from the Deceitful Truth, Maximus former flagship, and she was having a high old time just chilling with her favorite lover and former **** Nacre Sigil AKA, 'Pearl'.

Pearl was a favorably mutated Felinid sorceress, with four arms, a prehensile tail, finger and toenails that were made of spring steel instead of keratin, and a clit that looked more like an itty-bitty cock, but was still just as sensitive as a proper clit. Pearl had been sold as a child by her father, another felinid sorcerer, in exchange for a demon weapon, but through an astounding series of lucky breaks had wound up being bought by Jessica, while still being "Prima Vergina Intacta", a completely unsullied virgin. Jessica kept her that way until Pearl's 19th birthday, not only that but prevented her masturbating too, total orgasm denial, then seduced Pearl and Deflowered her in a long lovely night of passionate sex and so many multiple orgasms that they both lost count.* The morning saw Pearl receive her last 19th birthday presents: her freedom, and 7777777 Throne-Gelt with which to establish herself in any profession she chose at their next port of call.
*(Not that Pearl was really counting as-such in the first place: she was too busy desperately screaming her release from torturous ****-total-celibacy into the ductwork as loudly as she could, but...)

Pearl took the money and left at the next chaos friendly port they came to and bought various texts of sorcery, dozens of prize slaves, and a number of shares in the companies that supplied the Deceitful Truth, then came back aboard and pledged herself to Jessica, not as a ****, but her VASSAL.

Jessica's prestige rose markedly with that acquisition, and Pearl soon became a close confidant and lover for the Futanari Chaos Space Marine. Having a personal sorceress on staff was seen as a major asset, and the two became almost like a married couple, save that obviously they couldn't have children, they didn't begrudge each other their various flings on the side, and Jessica was aspiring to grander things than mere Chaos Space Marine status...

This brings us to the drinking cup...

Her name is unpronounceable...

You say you want to try? Seriously? Are you sure? Well, okay; go ahead, I guess...

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I did warn you.

Besides, even that's a lot shorter than the whole thing, and just an approximation, there's some shit you just can't type out over the internet.

Anyway, for this story, we're going to translate her name like this: Queen Yenat Fuck-Tits.* Pearl could, (after a fashion,) actually pronounce a significant portion of Queen Yenat Fuck-Tits full name, and that gave her immense power over newly matured Daemonnette, not that she needed it! Most Daemonnettes are dominant personalities because these are generally the most useful to Slaanesh, for forming cults, swaying the weak-willed and seducing the powerful. Many others are submissive, and Slaanesh thinks of those as discards generally, too powerful to remain a lust sprite or daemon steed but not strong enough to have the drive to rise higher most of the time... Then, there are those like Queen Yenat Fuck-Tits.
*(Yes, we are simplifying the ever-loving-shit out of it, you got a problem with that, brown-eye?)

Queen Yenat was both dominant AND submissive, yet also neither, and far stranger things, being able to instinctively become whatever her current partner: not wanted, but rather needed; her to be in that moment. This was and is something that only the most advanced Daemonnettes learn, those far too close to becoming a Keeper Of Secrets for comfort, and here Queen Yenat Fuck-Tits had it down right after she first manifested? No one knew how dangerous she was then, least of all her...

What Jessica needed at that time though was a submissive, pain loving, nubile, innocent-yet-slutty, strongly-humanoid, eighteen-going-on-Shahrazad, Daemonnette: and without any conscious thought, seeing the skein of fate unfold before her in her final unformed moments, that was what Yenat had become, for the woman she knew would be her first instructor in how to do sex...

And, Queen Yenat was enjoying this 'Drinking Cup' game, a lot. The way the Futa Chaos Space Marine made sure to catch her massive and engorged clit with her tongue on each quaff, the way she'd been courteous enough to desecrate the wine with what Yenat's precisely honed senses recognized as the Futa's own carefully harvested and stored girl-cum so it wouldn't burn Yenat even though it must surely have compromised the wines flavor, the way she was wearing massive oven mitts to hold her 'cup' so her articulated gauntlets wouldn't bruise Yenat unduly... Most would see this as weakness, going out of your way to give pleasure to another. Queen Yenat Fuck-Tits saw further and was mildly frightened by what she saw.

Slaanesh had built an empire in the Empirian on the back of pedaling pleasure in exchange for favors owed, but this Futanari did not serve Slaanesh: in spite of the fact that almost all Futanari belonged to Slaanesh by right. Here this woman was turning the arts of the Mistress of Pleasure and Pain against one of her own servants and making them WORK... She could either be a potent ally, or a hideously dangerous enemy: either way, this over-ambitious Chaos Space Marine bore watching, which meant Queen Yenat Fuck-Tits had to stick with these two for as long as she safely could. If they could be turned, all was well: if not, there were, bloodier, remedies...

Now, to set the scene a bit more...

These three individuals were chilling out in the "Honored Guest's Wing" of a local "Teahouse" that if they actually served anything as tame as tea, one should have expected there to be LSD soaked into the sugar cubes and some kind of fat-soluble **** in the creme into the bargain. The "Teahouse" was in the style of pre-western Japan, as was this entire section of this planet in many ways, either pre-or-post western Japan seemed to be the major inspiration around here, not especially surprising because it was a proto-continental volcanic island chain off the coast of an existing continent, only two ways THAT could have gone, Japan or Iceland, and everyone hates the Space Wolves...

The "Honored Guest's Wing" was the one specially reinforced to be able to handle Space Marines and Lesser Demons and the like when they come by, it had a huge feasting hall for anything up to a full battle company, and smaller side wings for anything down to one Aspiring Champion and her retinue.

Oh, yes, I haven't mentioned that have I? Jessica was in command of a squad of ten chaos cultist soldiers at the time. Common, cowardly, craven, disaffected riff-raff the lot of them, they wouldn't last very long when shit started getting serious. The only ones of any significance were Gorel and Wendy, and they only mattered because they were toting the special weapons of the squad, a grenade launcher in Gorel's case and a Flame Thrower in Wendy's.

Anyway, where was I? Right, the 'Teahouse'!

As one might imagine, any location that sold hard **** of that caliber did a brisk side business in rented rooms, you know, for sleeping off the effects and so on: as well as medical care, for bad trips and unexpected **** interactions, plus infections from dirty needles and the like: and since they were already providing both of those, they'd decided to go the 'full monty' and installed a formation spire for Slaanesh's daemons and a training school for Slaanesh aspected Geisha*.
*(Lit: Artists.)

The "Teahouse" was at the heart of a large park in one of the major cities, (Keyzosho by name,) situated at the top of a big steep-sided hill known locally as the "Henticropeloz" which had been said to be sacred to Slaanesh since before the city had existed. It spanned more than 15 hectares of total space at the top of this outcropping, and was also a defensive hardpoint for the city, with an armored perimeter and various garrison facilities designed by one of the best architects of the Emperors Children Legion when they had visited some seven centuries earlier. Neither from inside nor outside however was its status as fortress readily visible, cunningly hidden by seemingly harmless shrubbery and plantings: but when they said "Keep off the grass!" they meant it...

Anyway, the room where Jessica was having her drink was scented with incense made from the dried dung of Beatles of Artemis*, ground sandalwood, and myrrh, and she was eating a huge roast beef, lettuce, red onion, blue cheese, and sweet mustard sandwich†, the least poisonous and intoxicating thing they served here...
*(Warp creatures the aromatic smoke from whose dried dung is known to grant a temporary boost to insight, energy, and wisdom with no lasting side-effects...)
†(Which went surprisingly well with the fruity red wine, demon's maiden-blood and all...)

The room was positively spartan for a facility dedicated to Slaanesh, why; the psychedelic print rice-paper walls were visible in places! There were piles of pillows for lounging, a giant water hookah for smoking assorted intoxicants, many incense censors and holders for sticks; silk wall hangings in every color of the rainbow and all the extras like black, brown, white, tan, gray, gold, and silver, plus a few that can't exist outside an area of real-space/warp-space overlap, and a slightly garish shrine to chaos undivided... (Though it was clear that Slaanesh was 'ascendant' in the schema of this shrine.)

Yep, things were great...

They were about to get not-so-great really-fucking-quick!