Where could she hide a body like that?

Alex froze.

Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling with a speed she couldn’t control. Her body already throbbed from Slaanesh’s last whisper, but now something was changing. The air thickened. Her skin flushed hot. Her thighs pressed tight as moisture welled between them. Sweat beaded on her forehead, between her breasts, down her spine.

You’ve hidden long enough, the voice murmured, sultry and close. I’m tired of waiting.

Heat flooded her. Her cock swelled, thick and heavy beneath the covers. Her skin felt electrified, her nipples taut and sensitive, her thighs slick and trembling.

A knock at the door.

“Alex?” Hannah’s voice—hesitant, cautious.

“No,” Alex breathed. Her voice was hoarse, but she couldn’t tell if it was from fear or need.

Slaanesh’s voice curled in her ear like perfume. You will become more than this. You will be my avatar. A living hymn of desire. Your milk will overfeed the mouths of the needy, and your scent will haunt the world like the sun heats the air.

Alex whimpered, hips twitching as arousal crested again.

You will walk down the street and ruin relationships with your presence alone. Women will hate their bodies for not being you. Men will curse the gods for not being worthy. And in their desperation, they will seek to ascend—never knowing they are only feeding me. Feeding us.

“I don’t want—” Alex gasped, voice cracking.

You do, Slaanesh whispered, sweet and viscous. You want to be worshipped. You want them crawling at your feet for a taste of your perfection. You want them broken beneath your beauty, needing your touch just to breathe right.

The blankets clung to her like oil. Her cock pulsed against her belly. She tried to resist, clamping down on her own desire, trying to stuff it back inside her chest.

It didn’t work.

“Do you want me to come in?” Hannah asked from behind the door. “I can help.”

The words hit like lightning.

Alex moaned—too loud. Too real.

She arched, back lifting from the bed, her legs spreading, her cock jerking hard under the sheets. She came.

It was explosive, primal. A wild burst of release that sprayed across her stomach, the sheets, the floor. A second pulse sent a stream toward the door. It slipped beneath, hot and thick, across the hardwood.

Outside, Hannah gasped.

Alex’s breath caught. She froze, staring at the ceiling, paralyzed by what she had just done.

Then came the sound—the soft, slick noise of a finger swiped through something wet. Then the subtle lick of a taste. The pause that followed was too long.

“Oh,” Hannah whispered.

She tasted it, Slaanesh purred. And she liked it. This is how it begins. With one drop. With one sister. You’ve already changed her path.

Alex curled up into herself, horrified. But her cock throbbed again, even as guilt stabbed at her ribs.

Say nothing, the voice breathed. It will hurt less if you just let it happen. You were never meant to be hidden. You were made to be seen. And she will be the first to truly see you.

The sound of moans and breathing filled the room, even with all of the energy that her orgasm had, she felt ready for more, her body not wanting to calm down yet, deep in her heart, she already knew a body like this will never be calmed down by herself, but all she could do now was focus on her breathing, and ignore the feeling of wet sheets clinging to her skin, and the sound of the door opening.