Risha admired her new form, compared to the others she had been give over the years it was rather elegant. As a daemonette she appeared in whatever form the beholder desired most, but this one was unlike the other, less clothed forms her previous masters had given her. Her hair was black now, hanging in a tangle of gentle curls that reached her waist. Normally her masters had preferred a lighter hair colour, but the strangest thing about her form was that it was fully clothed. Normally when she arrived on the material plane she was naked but now, she was actually wearing a dress, and not one with low neckline and a high skirt, but that actually fully covered her curved figure.

When she had arrived, she'd stepped over the body of the tribute required, a priest of Sigmar whose body was covered in a lattice of scars and cuts from the torture he'd endured during those final, degrading weeks. After the sorcerer had been ushered from the tent it was just her, and the lord. He was sat on a throne, the structure carved from the bones of the war beast's that belonged to the skaven that had infested his lands and draped in furs and skins from a range of beasts. The lord just sat there, staring at her with the slight glow from his helm's eye socket the only hint of where he was looking.

"Give me your name." He commanded, the sound of his voice resonating through his helmet.

"Risha, and what's yours darling?"

"You're not here to ask questions."

She moved closer to him, sitting in his lap and placing her lips to where his ear should be. "I'd like to know what name I'll be screaming later." She felt him shift slightly in his chair, almost backing away from her.

"If so it will be in pain."

"Oh, so angry, maybe I should help you relax."

And with that she slipped her nimble hand down between the slight gap between his armour to his groin. She gave him a few strokes before he pulled her hand out. "what makes you think you were summoned for that purpose?"

"If you wanted a fighter, or sorcerer or bloated mound of flesh you'd have brought a herald of one of the other ruinous powers." She pried his helmet off and stared at his surprisingly handsome face. She started to nip at the skin on his neck with her teeth before trailing upwards to his mouth. "So that leaves the more, pleasurable aspect left." Her small teeth started attacking his lips, begging then to open. There was a metallic clunk as she dropped his helmet to the ground, followed by his gauntlets and then his boots. She couldn't stop herself from giving a pleasured moan as his hands started to cup her breast. With that he finally opened his mouth, their tongues fighting each other as he scooped her into his arms and started walking towards the pile of furs that he used as a bed.

His pauldrons fell to the ground before Risha started to untie the leather strips that held his chest plate together. The kiss was broken when he dropped her onto the makeshift bed and she removed the armour on his lower half, revealing the linen trousers beneath, that surprised her, he knew what he was doing summoning her, yet he still wore his clothes. She moved a single hand to the prominent bulge under the fabric. "You seem more excited now, maybe we should move to the next stage."

She started to unbuckle his belt but before she could finish his hands caught hers and pushed them away. "We'll start with you first."

Risha was confused, this had never happened before. Normally her lovers were selfish, only concerned with their own pleasure, but the man seemed genuine. She laid back, appreciating the warmth as he knelt down beside her, his hands trailing over her skin before he moved so he was kneeling above her legs. His hand started stroking her thigh, appreciating the soft flesh that lay underneath the cloth. He let out surprised moan as she pushed him off her with a force that shouldn't have belonged to a body her size, and crawled on top of him, trapping his arms beneath her thighs. "I thought it would be a good idea if I was undressed." She started to undo the small silver buttons that ran along the front of her dress, giving a slight chuckle as he started struggling, trying to get his hands free so he could grasp the mounds of flesh that spilled from where her dress was off. She made sure to drag out the experience as long as possible, chuckling as he began to writhe underneath her before pushing her down to his lap and sitting up.

"Did you honestly think I would be pinned so easily, and like I said, we shall begin with you." He hand moved suddenly and tore the skirt of her dress in a single fluid movement. His hands then flowed upwards back to her breast, gentle stroking them and causing her purr as a calloused thumb glazed her nipple.

"More."

His other hand moved to the other breast, causing the same effect. She started to grind against him. He could feel the heat coming from her groin, as she continued to rub her body against him, he started to plant a trail of kisses down along her collar bone and moving up her knock until he came to her lips again. There tongues delved into each other's mouths again, exploring each other in a lustful kiss.

"Now we move it to the next stage."

Risha found herself lying on her back. "What are you doing, ah." Her back arched and she let out a moan as his tongue delved into her nether lips. "More."

"What did you say?"

"I said, more!" Her thighs wrapped around his head, keeping him in place as he renewed his assault. "Faster, deeper." Each of her commands was accompanied by a slight hiss as the air in her lungs was drawn out.

Hakon didn't care for the daemonette's commands. Her scent, her taste, the way she had snared him, everything about her was intoxicating. The grip on him became looses as her thighs spasmed and a warm fluid entered his mouth. He took a single gulp before moving away and rolling her onto her front. He stood up as he unbuckled his belt, but found that her nimble hands quickly took his place. She was surprised at the size of what was hidden beneath the fabric, at first she thought it may have been a blessing from her master, but quickly realised that it wasn't a chaotic mutation.

She pulled him to the ground while his trousers were still at his knees and positioned herself so his erection was resting between the crevice of her hind quarters and started to move up and down. "Now, now, I think it needs to be a bit more slippery." She slid backwards so she was sat on his stomach . Hakon was about to complain but Risha spat on her palms ,grasped his erection and started to stroke him. As she massaged the pink flesh that was in her hand she felt his move to the nub of nerves between her legs and circle it with a single finger.

She couldn't take it anymore. She span herself around, positioned herself directly above his groin and slammed herself down. Pure euphoria filled Hakon's veins as the demon on top of him started to bounce, riding him intensely until his hands went to her breasts again. The double touch sent her over the edge and her nails dug into Hakon's back, dragging him with her.

When Risha woke up Hakon was sat on his throne and fully armoured. Instead of dressing she simply walked towards his throne. His eyes were glancing over a map.

"How about we get back to business?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Actually, that's what I was trying to talk to you about. I actually had you summoned to confirm my battle plan, I read that you lead the last attack on the empire held Carin Pass, they have the same general so I would like to know his strategies, the fortifications and the key locations I'll need to hold."

"So, I wasn't summoned to be a whore."

"Far from it. If you prove to be valuable in battle you will be given a level of authority within the war band."

"I can think of another way to prove my value. In fact several ways."