A short story to accompany "A Sister Of Battle, A Slave Of Slaanesh". (Now with pictures included!)
(WARNING: Contains Dubcon, Mind Break, and Tentacle Sex)
Sister Serena knew she should have purged the heretical text with cleansing fire the moment she set eyes upon it. But something drew her forward, closer to the black altar and the daemonic tome that lay upon its obsidian surface. Had she not been cut off from her Battle Sisters on the surface and trapped alone in this subterranean lair, she would have resisted, bolstered by their presence. But the breathless whispers she had heard since setting foot in this profane temple spoke to… deeper, hidden parts of her. Those whispers now coalesced into images at the forefront of her thoughts; promises of fulfilment she had never known and dreams made reality. Yes… the dreams. She knew of what the whispers referred to; sinful thoughts that she had kept hidden from her Order since she was a Novice, that would have seen her condemned to a Penitent Engine were they ever discovered. Lustful fantasies that crept into her mind in the dead of night as she lay alone in her cell, no matter how hard she prayed or tried to supress them. Fantasies not of simple ...
