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The Pursuit of Pleasure
"Just stand still and relax," the mortal says, his smile as sickening as an unrefined bloodletting devoted to Khorne. Yes, he is a champion of Slaanesh. Yes, he is one of the four destined to lead the Everchosen's armies to victory over the Old World. But his summoning of a demonette has nothing to do with either of that. And with the eight winds yet to blow strongly enough to sustain my kind indefinitely...it's an unpleasant enough experience even without the human's ugly mug.
It's a mug I don't meet as he walks around me, tracing a finger across my...essence, if it could be called that in this secluded corner of Norsca. I want nothing else but to strike out at him for his impudence, but he is loyal to the Dark Prince. And in turn, I must be loyal to his servant in turn. The one called Stryker...
"You please me..." the Norscan says eventually, putting a finger to my chin and thus forcing my gaze to meet his own. "More than any inhabitant of this world could. My...our...master chose well."
I blink. "Your master?"
"Yes...to prove myself yet again," the chieftain smiles. "To show that I am worthy of experiencing one of his more...delectable pleasures."
The Prince of Excess planned this...I feel as ill as a victim of Nurgle might at this revelation. But for all my glares, hisses and barring of fangs, it's as nothing compared to what comes next.
Time, so meaningful in this world, seems to slow down as the mortal shows his...affections. Not in the way someone might show what mortals call 'love,' but simply to revel in the pleasure of the moment. He embraces me after removing his armour, his flesh touching mine on a universal scale. Our bodies shake in ecstasy, more so with each passing moment. My hisses intermingle with my gasps of pleasure, praises to Slaanesh on my lips. Soon, the loathing evaporates. Soon, all that remains is the feeling of pleasure. Yet regret remains.
For all my ecstasy, it is but a fraction of what the mortal is experiencing.
A/N
Being the (insert adjective here) person that I am, the concept behind this has lingered in my mind for quite some time. It's well established in both branches of Warhammer that demonettes have a certain...effect on males that often leads to more direct effects and indeed, the concept of such demons is well established in various mythologies. Still, I couldn't help but wonder if the tables could be turned, and how a demon would react. Being Slaanesh's champion in Archaon's war against the Old World, Stryker seemed like the logical choice.
No if you excuse me, I need to avoid some Sigmarite witch hunters. 0_0