The Imperial Orphan

by MA7

Captured alive by the Inquisition from his depraved heretic parents as a newborn, Chaos Lord's son Franklin Sevenson was deemed young enough to be uncorrupted and sent to an orphanage dedicated to the children of such sinful parents. Now 12 years old, Franklin struggles with the horrors of his unclean past, as his filthy bloodline seeks to corrupt him from the Emperor's light.

130. Chapter 130

Chapter 130(Orphan)

(Author's note, the last chapter clearly could have been written better and annoyed a lot of people. I think that a huge part of the problem is that I clearly need to do more research of the lore. The Black Library has like a hundred books about the events of the Horus Heresy and the Primarchs, and I have not read all of them. The lore on this topic is simply so huge that you almost need like a PhD on the subject to understand all of it.

The events surrounding Magnus in particular have the entire fan base divided, and I personally was horrified by how Magnus was treated. The Emperor treated Magnus like absolute shit, (in my opinion), and even the Council of Nikaea was an absolute travesty I felt. The Emperor was in my opinion an absolutely horrible father to Magnus, as a parent myself I would never ever treat my own kid like that.

As for Konrad, I maintain that he had something seriously wrong with him. The guy kept dead bodies in his home, (which he would talk to), and got super angry if anyone tried to move them. No matter what prophetic powers he had, that shit is not normal. There is of course debate about exactly how culpable Konrad was, but the guy was very obviously seriously messed up.

Even before the Emperor met him he was a brutal mass murderer guilty of excessive over the top violence, ripping people apart and leaving their bodies in chilling displays like a serial killer to terrify the civilian population of Nostramo. This alone should have disqualified him from any leadership position.

I mean if you met any person in real life who had done what Konrad had done just on Nostramo alone before the Emperor came, your first thought would not be "this guy is mentally normal and should be given a leadership position", your first thought would be "this guy is a fucking psycho".

Even if Konrad was completely culpable and mentally fine and simply chose to be a vicious mass murderer without any mental illness, only an idiot would give him any sort of power that he could potentially use to hurt other people. The blame is at least partially on the Emperor for letting Konrad lead a legion in the first place, I certainly wouldn't.

I again admit that I have some gaps in my knowledge of the massive massive lore regarding the events of M30, and have clearly made some mistakes as a result, but I still wouldn't call the Emperor a good father or even a good person in general, at least not when it really mattered. Even at his best he was a brutal unelected dictator who used military forces to overthrow free democracies and subjugate them against their will to be ruled by him. That is a straight up war crime by any definition.

The Emperor was anything but a good guy by any modern metric, he was a brutal authoritarian war criminal. No matter how noble his end goals were, the way he went about it was absolutely horrible. This guy certainly is worse than Hitler and Stalin and anyone else I can think of in terms of the sheer body count and destruction of democracy his Great Crusade caused, and calling him a "terrible authoritarian communist" is actually not the most inaccurate thing he could be called, though admittedly a bit insulting to communists.

(There has been a running joke through the story that the emperor is a communist. Come to think of it way way back when it looked like Bernie Sanders was going to win the primaries, there were a few Bernie jokes thrown in too where Bernie Sanders was president according to TigerLily in one chapter. That didn't age well lol).

As for what the Emperor is, he is technically an amalgamation of human Perpetuals, but he is still a human Perpetual, just the most powerful of the Perpetuals as a result of being a combination of many individual Perpetuals into one. He is an Alpha Plus psyker and the most powerful one in existence, Michelangelo Dior was not technically wrong at all to call him an Alpha Plus psyker human Perpetual, the Emperor is exactly that technically speaking.

The Emperor is not the only Perpetual, and he fathered the Primarchs with the female Perpetual named Erda, (though they did it the boring clinical science way with genetic samples and artificial wombs rather than the fun way fucking). The other Perpetuals are still around including Erda, they just hide out of sight with their powers.

Erda the mother of the Primarchs is still a bit pissed off with the Emperor for permanently denying her any access to her children, which also makes him not only a terrible father but also an absolute dick to his baby-mama. (Erda and the Emperor had been together since like the Stone Age, but she left him after he forbade her from being involved in the lives of her own freaking children. Honestly the Emperor is a complete douche).

The Primarchs themselves are also Perpetuals, with their Father the Emperor and their mother Erda being Perpetuals themselves, but it still took the help of the chaos gods to create them as making a new perpetual Primarch is insanely difficult. The other Perpetuals mostly hate the Emperor for a variety of personal reasons and I honestly don't blame them. Erda in particular has a very real grievance against him.

Perpetuals are immortal or at least don't age, and extremely powerful, but they are not gods. The Emperor himself has powers close to a god, but he is still not a true god and is capable of being killed, (though he might not stay dead, especially not with the Thorian (and worse) Inquisitors standing by to do some seriously dodgy necromancy to resurrect him instantly when he finally does die).

I will try to do better with the lore if possible, the reviews and feedback is really helpful and I appreciate it.)

(Additional note, just recently checked the story stats and this story as of now has been viewed 99176 times! That's just a little shy of 100 thousand views! I am honestly astonished by how many people are reading this story! That is just incredible!)

***...

The Night Lord Helbrute Dreadnaught Colin Sevenson roared with psychotic rage, as his twin dreadnaught power scourge close combat weapons ripped hormagaunts apart in the subterranean hive city.

The tunnel was just big enough for the massive helbrute dreadnaught, so tight that the tyranids could not squeeze past him, and the helbrute was ripping the tyranids to pieces with terrible rage.

Colin the helbrute was an utterly brutal thing of metal and ceramite, a huge ape-like monstrosity with a pair of high performance nuclear reactors hanging off his back to power his immense mechanical bulk. His outer surface was painted in the dark midnight blue of the Night Lords legion, with heraldry markings identifying him as a part of the Sevenson faction of Night Lords, and this dark painted surface was daubed all over with human blood in intricate patterns.

At each side where arms should be, Colin had a trio of long crackling metal power scourges, three scourges on each side. The power scourges were long thick razor sharp jointed metal whiplike appendages, their entire length crackling and hissing with intense baleful energy that sparked and spat continually. Colin did also have a hull mounted combi-bolter, but his main armament was the pair of power scourge close combat weapons.

Colin the helbrute was a very single minded thing by design and purpose, little more than a close combat focused killing machine for ripping enemies apart in close quarters.

Colin berserkly swung his left trio of writhing power scourges into the massive swarm of tyranids attacking his impervious armoured chest, the scourges briefly carving deep smoking lines in the wall of the tunnel as they raked against it, and then walloping into the mass of giant space bugs.

The power scourges had so much energy crackling through them that many tyranids were simply electrocuted to death from the slightest graze against them. Those that were not grazed and electrocuted were hit full on and ripped into strips of scorched cooked meat.

The tyranids were vicious and confined in a tight crowded space so they couldn't run, making them attack Colin in a frenzy, but Colin simply electrocuted or ripped them apart, eternally marching forward over top of their ruined corpses, keeping the tyranids compressed for maximum slaughter.

With absolutely no warning at all, Colin Sevenson the helbrute suddenly screamed with insane rage and turned around to berserkly attack a squad of ten Sevenson Night Lords just behind him!

The Night Lords cried out and leapt back as the berserk helbrute raised a power scourge to attack them!

"Stop that you naughty boy!", a female Sevenson voice suddenly commanded dominantly.

The effect was instantaneous, the Sevenson helbrute stopped absolutely still.

"Yes Mistress Gemma!", Colin Sevenson the helbrute roared insanely.

"Keep attacking the tyranids Colin you naughty boy!", the woman, Gemma Sevenson, commanded arrogantly.

"Yes Mistress Gemma, must attack tyranids!", the helbrute screamed in madness and continued attacking the actual enemy.

The squad of Night Lords sighed in relief, deeply thankful to have a Sevenson woman present to dominate the will of the batshit crazy chaos dreadnaught.

Colin Sevenson was a horrifically wounded Sevenson Night Lord that had years ago been interred into the life support sarcophagus of a helbrute dreadnaught to keep him alive, his injuries so bad that even Liling couldn't save him any other way. The helbrute dreadnaught machine had then driven poor Colin insane the way helbrutes do.

Colin Sevenson was now a complete and total dribbling nutter, utterly insane and eternally attacking friend and foe alike in his madness.

For almost any other war band, a helbrute was insanely dangerous and almost impossible to control, but thankfully the Sevenson Night Lords were cursed with their terrible submission to their women, and even insane Colin was enslaved to the will of the female ruling class of the Sevenson family.

The tiny little woman Gemma Sevenson was only average size for her gender, utterly dwarfed by the hulking 8 foot tall Night Lords around her, but the Night Lords acted as though she towered over them like some terrible god, and showed slavish obedience to the busty little blonde.

Colin Sevenson the helbrute suddenly went berserk again!

"Stop going berserk and attack the tyranids you naughty boy!", Gemma Sevenson said in an arrogant bossy little voice.

"Yes Mistress Gemma!", the helbrute roared insanely and behaved himself again.

The Night Lords looked at Gemma in fearful respect, she alone controlled the helbrute.

The squad was deep underground near the critical location captured with the help of TigerLily and Hyacinth earlier, and was currently using Colin the helbrute to clear a path into enemy territory to improve mobility to attack other important targets later.

The underground critical location was a confluence point of many vital transport tunnels that allowed virtually all of the subterranean hive city to be reached as easily as possible, no other confluence point was more strategic for retaking the city. With the critical location now captured and firmly held, the Slaanesh forces simply had to clear and secure these vital transport tunnels to let them be used, which is what this squad and helbrute was doing right now.

A respectful distance behind the Night Lords was a large marching mass of lowly heretic militia fighters to secure and garrison the tunnel for the supply lines, but the helbrute was doing almost all of the fighting.

The squad of Night Lords was not doing much more than shooting the occasional tyranid that slipped between the feet of the helbrute, and even more importantly acting as a bodyguard for Gemma Sevenson.

Gemma Sevenson was a mouthwatering gorgeous busty blonde, clad bodily in a brilliant white leather dominatrix outfit and holding a shiny stainless steel whip tipped with agonising razor blades. Her beautiful bossy face was arrogant, selfish and spoilt, just delicious to the submissive Sevenson Night Lords.

Every Sevenson Night Lord in the squad was limping slightly from uncomfortable erections in the confines of their power armour, all savagely turned on by the bossy arrogant gorgeous Sevenson dominatrix.

Even Colin the helbrute appeared to have an erection right now from the proximity of this Sevenson woman dominatrix, from the way the helbrute was shifting its pelvis around uncomfortably, and Gemma Sevenson seemed perfectly aware of the effect she was having on her menfolk.

Under Gemma's relentless bossy authority Colin the helbrute kept fighting only the tyranids without going berserk against friendly forces, and the tunnel was pasted with tyranid gore in his wake.

Gemma frowned haughtily at the mess on the floor, and arrogantly stepped her white leather high heeled dominatrix boots very carefully to avoid stepping in any mess, looking like a haughty arrogant princess.

The mere sight of this haughty attitude only turned the Night Lords on even more, they were deeply attracted to arrogant women, and Gemma Sevenson was easily one of the most insufferably arrogant women in the entire Sevenson family, making her especially cock hardening to the Sevenson Night Lords.

It was exceptionally rare for a female Sevenson who wasn't a psyker to be found on a battlefield, and the only reason one was here now was because Colin the helbrute needed a Sevenson woman to keep him in line.

The fact that Gemma Sevenson had been given this extremely dangerous duty was also telling, and spoke volumes about Gemma's political standing in the vicious internal politics of the Sevenson women. To get given this dangerous and unpleasant job you had to have gained the ill will of some very powerful women in the hierarchy.

Gemma Sevenson was deeply disliked by Wendy Sevenson, Macy Sevenson, Octavia Sevenson, Hyacinth Sevenson, Violet Sevenson, and at least twenty other influential or high ranking Sevenson women. The very arrogance that made Gemma so arousing to the Night Lords was deeply disliked by the highest ranking Sevenson women, as Gemma seemed incapable of showing humility even in the presence of female superiors.

The vicious internal politicking of the Sevenson women had quickly turned against the genuinely dislikable Gemma, and she had few of the female allies needed to thrive in the female ruling class. Gemma had very quickly found herself isolated, devoid of female allies, and hated by superiors, and in the vicious politicking for position and favour this saw her rapidly demoted and given what was seen as the most horrible and dangerous job, handling helbrutes in battle.

Gemma Sevenson was particularly picked on by Wendy Sevenson, who openly called her "an arrogant bitch and truly horrible person", and even Luke Sevenson had told her to her face that she "had a massive ego but an IQ of 5".

Suffice to say that Gemma Sevenson had said and done the wrong things, irritated the wrong people, and made powerful enemies, explaining her presence on the dangerous battlefield.

Gemma Sevenson might be one of the least favoured and least politically powerful women in the Sevenson women hierarchy, but she was still a Sevenson woman, so she outranked all the Night Lords and enjoyed the same unquestioning grovelling obedience as any other Sevenson woman.

Gemma Sevenson was the most common Sevenson woman given dangerous helbrute shepherding duties, so much so that she had essentially become the semi-official dreadnaught shepherd of the war band, and she spent most of her time around the dreadnaughts of the war band, bossing the dangerous things around.

If anything, bossing around dreadnaughts all day had simply made Gemma Sevenson more arrogant than ever, and she seemed to relish in her dangerous role, getting an arrogant feeling of superiority from it.

Colin Sevenson was one of Gemma's dreadnaughts, but not the only one, she had a small squad of them that she bossed around. The rest of her dreadnaughts were currently safely locked up in "Gemma's dreadnaught dungeon", a maximum security dreadnaught containment facility in orbit that Gemma permanently lived in.

During peace time Gemma bossed around and deliberately tortured "her" highly submissive dreadnaughts, arrogantly calling herself "the Dreadnaught Dominatrix", and the insane things were completely smitten with her as a result. Even the most insane and violent dreadnaught responded well to her, she seemed to just have a natural affinity with them.

The powerful Sevenson women like Wendy seemed perfectly content to leave Gemma to shepherd dreadnaughts, considering this job too unpleasant and potentially dangerous to give to a woman they actually liked, and Gemma seemed quite secure in her job as a result.

Gemma Sevenson was largely a social pariah, rarely invited by the other Sevenson women to join in family fellowship, and spent most of her time with the dreadnaughts like a loner.

"Mistress Gemma?!", Colin the helbrute suddenly called in an insane panic like a small child who lost its mother.

"I am here submissive," Gemma dominantly reassured the insane helbrute.

Colin seemed comforted by her reassurance, and continued fighting, knowing that his dreadnaught Dominatrix was right behind him.

Colin Sevenson was completely obliterating tyranids under Gemma's direction, and was capturing ground as quickly as Gemma could keep up.

The hormagaunts and rippers were incapable of piercing the armour of the formidable metal and ceramite helbrute, the attacks merely harmlessly scratching the paintwork of the armour, and Colin was completely unstoppable in this combat situation.

"I tire of walking, carry me," Gemma arrogantly told the Night Lords unexpectedly.

"Yes Mistress Gemma," the Night Lords obeyed without question and she was respectfully carried in the arms of one like an exalted princess.

The pace increased noticeably now without Gemma slowing them down, and Colin the helbrute barrelled through the tyranids at top speed, leaving only bodies in his wake.

They had travelled down the tunnel for miles, with the heretics behind them fortifying every flank to establish a secure supply line.

Without any dramatic warning, they were suddenly all the way to the end of the tunnel, and Gemma called Colin to a halt.

The long tunnel they had just completely cleared had had innumerable side tunnels too small for Colin to fit down, granting access to huge amounts of the subterranean hive city, and the heretic militia fighters had secured the entrances of every single one of these side tunnels.

This was a major victory, opening up incredible new mobility options for the Slaanesh forces to attack many different new locations now, and thanks to Colin and Gemma it hadn't cost a single life.

Gemma looked unbelievably smug and arrogant at the knowledge that "her" dreadnaught had done all of this, and her arrogance was seriously hot for the painfully erect Sevenson Night Lords.

***...

Slaanesh sorceress Mrs Violet Sevenson discreetly used her telepathic powers to acknowledge the message that Gemma Sevenson had succeeded in her mission, and telepathically relayed this information into the brain of Mummy Wendy.

Violet was getting better at using long range telepathy without the telltale pink glow of Slaanesh energy around her head since marrying Franklin, and was increasingly using her telepathy right in front of Franklin and the nuns without them realising it.

Mummy Wendy's thoughts acknowledged the message, and Violet stopped using her telepathy. Mummy Wendy could use a pulse of Slaanesh energy from her Champion's Mark of Slaanesh to get Violet's attention at long range if she needed anything else.

Violet was currently laying on the hard floor with her husband Franklin, getting ready to go to sleep, and she snuggled naked against him affectionately.

Franklin was naked too at the moment, having just finished fucking Violet for a long time, and he just lay naked with her, not dressing himself.

Franklin almost always slept naked since marrying Violet, as being married gave him this privilege even under the "Painful Path", and he seemed to greatly enjoy being naked with Violet.

Some nuns were of course watching them right now, but they didn't seem to consider anything about this husband and wife laying naked together to be sinful, and were mostly focused on their babies.

The nuns would come and go all through the night, giving Franklin and Violet no privacy, and this was completely normal to Violet now and she barely even noticed it.

Violet moved her face intimately close to Franklin's face and softly kissed him on the lips.

Franklin sleepily returned the kiss after a brief pause, and the pair of lovers extended the kissing into a tender make out.

Franklin wrapped Violet in a loving embrace and she kept tenderly kissing him, feeling so affectionate.

The tender kissing continued for ages, the pair snuggled together as they kissed, and Violet felt wonderful.

The pair kissed a lot like this at this time of day, and were surprisingly affectionate. Violet was beaten and dominated and brutalised most of the day by her husband, but not all of the day. They were still a romantic couple, Franklin still genuinely loved Violet no matter how severely he treated her, and the pair of them frequently kissed for ages each day.

The nuns in the room watched the pair kissing with complete disinterest, they were a married couple and it wasn't sinful for them to kiss each other naked in their private room.

Violet and Franklin held their foreheads together intimately, and tenderly and lovingly kissed each other, very much in love.

"I love you Master," Violet whispered romantically between their soft kisses.

"I love you too Violet," Franklin softly told her in return in his deep voice.

The kissing increased dramatically after this brief exchange, getting heavier and heavier.

Violet's eyes were closed in romantic bliss as she gave in completely to the wonderful pleasure of the kissing, she was sighing deeply in perfect comfort.

Franklin shifted his body, getting obviously aroused, and Violet began to kiss him steadily down his body, leaving his lips, kissing down his chin and neck, kissing all the way down his chest, kissing down his abdomen with tender romantic softness...

Violet's kissing lips reached Franklin's pelvis, kissing his stomach around the prominent erection, and coming all the way to the base of his shaft.

Violet gently pushed on Franklin's legs, and he obligingly spread his legs as she directed him.

Violet moved to crawl in the space between his open legs on the hard floor, and lowered her jiggly feminine naked body down till her lips touched his balls.

Franklin groaned and shifted in pleasure as Violet kissed his balls with tender soft kisses through his pubic hair.

The pubic hair irritated Violet slightly, and she experimentally plucked one of the hairs off his balls.

Franklin moaned in masochistic pleasure from the pain of having his pubic hair plucked, and his erection became noticeably bigger...

Violet grinned mischievously and plucked out another hair.

"Oh Violet!", Franklin moaned in pleasure from the pain.

Violet plucked out yet another hair, and Franklin moaned and shifted in ecstasy.

Violet plucked hair after hair with painful little plucks from his testicles, and Franklin was moaning steadily and writhing with pleasure.

Violet began to playfully kiss the base of his penis as she plucked.

"Oh Violet, what wonderful things are you doing to me down there?", Franklin moaned in ecstasy.

Violet grinned playfully and continued to tease his shaft as she plucked.

Franklin's eyes were closed, his face grimacing in intense sexual pleasure, and Violet continued to play and tease, holding him in his ecstasy.

His balls were getting red in the places she had plucked, and the pain seemed to be getting worse over time, making his pleasure steadily grow.

Violet playfully bit the side of his lower shaft with an agonising bite that nearly drew blood, and Franklin groaned loudly in release. A moment later a jet of cum spurted powerfully out of his cock to splatter across his chest.

"Oh Violet that felt SO good," Franklin praised her lovingly.

"I am not finished yet," Violet told him playfully, and continued to pluck hairs off his testicles.

Franklin moaned in ecstasy, and his penis stayed erect as Violet continued to play with him.

Violet was softly slapping his balls now, and Franklin moaned and groaned and writhed in pleasure.

"What are you doing to your husband you heretical mutant filth?", one of the nuns inquired calmly, as though these words were not insulting or rude at all.

"I am having sexual intimacy with my husband, righteous nun who is better than me," Violet said with grovelling submission and self abasement.

The nun grunted suspiciously and watched Violet closely.

Violet trembled with submissive fear under the gaze of the severe dominant nun, and wisely stopped inflicting pain on Franklin.

Violet moved her mouth to Franklin's penis, and began softly and tenderly kissing it all over, making Franklin hiss and groan and shift with pleasure.

The nun seemed to be unsure if this was a sanctioned type of wifely sexual behaviour or not, and Violet suddenly cried out in pain from a "warning flogging", a flogging administered in any grey area "just in case" it was sinful.

The severe nun held an intimidatingly large bullwhip in her bare hands, only her face and hands bare in her dark conservative habit, and her face was terrifyingly stern and severe and dominant, making Violet become submissively wet with desire from the mere sight of this harsh disciplinarian.

Franklin was also harder than ever at the sight of this deliciously severe nun holding a bullwhip, and was obviously just as turned on by her as Violet was.

The whip struck Violet again with a huge loud crack, and she cried out in sharp agonising pain, so wet that she was leaving a snail trail of pussy juice on the floor now!

The nun noticed Violet's excessive vaginal juices soiling the floor, and the nun's severe merciless face twisted in anger, so wonderfully dominant and strict!

"You filthy mutant whore!", the nun roared down at the cowering Violet in outraged disgust.

The whip was lashed with hateful force to strip a thin line of skin from Violet's back, followed by more distressingly hard lashes that bit into her skin again and again, drawing blood with every single strike!

Violet moaned orgasmically from the pain, and began to suck Franklin's penis as she was brutally flogged.

The lash then struck Franklin in an unsure "warning flogging", making him almost instantly cum in Violet's mouth, nearly choking her and making her cough cum everywhere.

A small drop of the coughed cum landed on the top of the nun's black polished leather shoe!

The wonderful merciless nun snarled in rage at this indignity, and lashed both Violet and Franklin brutally hard at the same time, alternating between them with each strike of the whip, agonisingly drawing their blood with dozens of whip bites.

Violet and Franklin both grovelled before the nun naked in unison, both equally turned on by the severe whip wielding nun and submissive as shit.

The whip stopped abruptly, Violet and Franklin both grovelling down on their faces before the nun in absolute submission.

"Return to your marriage sleeping floor and lay in more wholesome types of conjugal intimacy!", the pussy moistening nun ordered severely.

Franklin and Violet agreed with utter subservience, and Franklin immediately lay down on the floor, with Violet laying submissively on top of him.

The pair of them joined their private parts without hesitation, and had frantic vaginal intercourse under the stern gaze of the nun with the giant bullwhip.

Violet was so fucking turned on by this, these nuns were in almost every respect basically just Dominatrices, wonderfully strict severe cruel Dominatrices who were so wonderfully mean and dominant towards Violet every hour of every day.

Having sex under the chilling authoritarian gaze of this nun was utterly sexy and exciting, giving Violet such an intense thrill.

The married couple fucked feverishly under the strict uncompromising stare of the wonderful dominant nun, and the severe face remained icy and humourless, watching them for the slightest excuse to flog them again.

Violet dared not even moan, though the pleasure of Franklin's penis inside her was very extreme, and Violet desperately bit back her every moan and groan as she was overwhelmed by multiple intense orgasms, shutting her eyes tightly to not make a sound as she was pleasured so hard!

Violet lay twitching and writhing in intense pleasure, flopped down over her husband's chest as he fucked her unceasingly, and she felt like she was in some sort of pleasure coma.

For an unknown amount of time Violet floated witlessly in a sea of orgasmic pleasure, so wonderfully fucked.

Franklin gave a deep groan and Violet felt his cum squirt inside her. She just lay on his chest in bliss as he calmly pulled out of her.

"That's better," the nun said in stern approval.

Violet and Franklin just lay as they were, and after a brief pause the nun seemed to lose interest in them and returned to her baby.

Violet felt absolutely wonderful as her scourged bleeding body lay totally floppy on her husband's chest, in her own personal Slaaneshi heaven.

Franklin's hands gripped her limp jiggly body, and slid her up his chest until her face was against his own face. He then kissed her with extreme tenderness.

Violet surrendered into the wonderful kisses, this was completely perfect.

The kissing continued lazily with no end goal beyond the pleasure and romantic intimacy the kissing caused. It was devastatingly romantic.

The door opened and a new group of nuns entered the room, to the complete indifference of the kissing pair. Violet's mind was a million miles away lost in the kissing.

The nuns were sitting down in chairs and talking, Violet couldn't process what they were saying in her bliss.

Time marched on, and Violet felt sleepy, and began to drift off on Franklin's chest, her face resting on top of his with their lips touching.

Franklin noticed that she was almost asleep, and moved her body down onto the distressingly hard floor...

Violet frowned in discomfort on the intolerably hard surface, her soft naked skin pressed into the hard surface like some mild form of torture.

The discomfort stirred Violet from her almost sleep, and she looked around the room slightly grumpily.

The nuns in the room had changed, with some who had been there before now gone and some new ones now present. The nuns always simply came and went as though they owned the place, not even questioning their absolute right to do this.

The nuns were all Franklin's legally owned sex slaves, and each had a tiny little slave brand on the front of their right shoulder marking them as Franklin's chattel property. As sex slaves they had the privilege of entering their master's bed chamber unbidden, and none of the chaos worshippers even questioned their privilege to do this.

Violet noticed that Sister Superior Clementine was also in the room now, hardly recognising her without the pillory.

Sister Superior Clementine was currently stretching her stiff arms with the help of a pair of nuns, the nuns pulling painfully hard on each arm at Clementine's direction to speed the flexibility of her arms as quickly as possible.

Sister Superior Clementine was dressed exactly like the nuns, only without a headdress covering her hair, and was easy to miss in a group of nuns now that the pillory was gone.

Violet watched in interest as the nuns tugged Sister Superior Clementine's arms in a full range of agonising looking stretches, and Violet's subtle telepathy confirmed that Clementine was indeed in agonising muscle pain but too disciplined to show it on her face.

At this insane pace of agonising stretching exercises Clementine would have full flexibility returned in under a week, but Violet shuddered to think of all the minor muscle tears Clementine would sustain in the process.

"What are you looking at, heretical mutant witch?", Sister Superior Clementine said coldly to Violet.

"My apologies for daring to gaze upon you with my unworthy eyes, righteous servant of the Emperor who is better than me in every way," Violet replied in absolute submission, averting her eyes.

Sister Superior Clementine seemed to accept this grovelling reply, and said nothing further to Violet. (One of the nuns gave Violet a brief beating anyway).

Violet snuggled against Franklin on the hard floor, not looking at any of the nuns now just in case the act of looking offended them, and tried to get comfortable on the distressingly hard floor.

Violet had never been overly fond of the hard floor, but today she found it utterly unendurable!

Violet was fidgeting badly now, and had an overwhelming urge to find somewhere soft.

Franklin was looking at her now.

Violet couldn't help herself and climbed up on top of his (relatively) soft body, she was pushing her bottom into his stomach, frantically trying to make a nest-like indent into the soft surface from some bird-like mindless instinct...

Oh...

"I think I'm pregnant...", Violet told the room hesitantly.

There was a terrible silence from everyone in the room.

"Pregnant!?", Sister Superior Clementine spat in disgust, the first to recover enough to speak.

"I am not certain but I suspect so, righteous paragon of virtue who is better than me," Violet replied in a distant voice.

"That's revolting!, Another filthy mutant vermin is about to be born?!, How horrid!", Sister Superior Clementine exclaimed in hateful revulsion.

Violet thrilled with anger from these words, but was too submissive out of habit to show this anger in her face.

Franklin was looking at Violet in amazement.

"Pregnant?", Franklin asked in a voice that seemed slightly overwhelmed with different emotions.

"I suspect so Master, but I need a pregnancy test to make sure," Violet told him in her own overwhelmed voice.

The nuns were starting to react properly to the news now, and Violet was bombarded with questions.

"I feel an overwhelming urge to make a nest, this only happened before the two times I was pregnant. It might be a mistake, but I suspect I am pregnant," Violet explained.

The room was in near pandemonium now, and the nuns gradually had the sense to send one of their number to go and contact the building staff about this.

Violet felt completely stunned, but her body was still mindlessly trying to make a nest in the softest thing nearby, (Franklin's body).

Minutes that felt like an eternity later, and the badly overheated looking, excessively milk leaking, rope clad naked Mummy Wendy herself burst into the room holding a small metal dagger-like portable daemonic pregnancy scanner.

Mummy Wendy had clearly used her daemonic speed to get here before anyone else as soon as she was voxed the news by a staff member, and still had one arm tied behind her back in partially untied rope bondage, obviously in the middle of a bondage game when she heard the news and hastily untied the bare minimum to move, with loose ropes still dragging behind her ankles.

The mass of rope bondage that was Mummy Wendy held up the pregnancy scanner with her one free arm, (which itself had a loose dangling rope tied around the wrist), and Violet held out her arm for the small sinister looking daemonic metal scanner.

The wickedly sharp dagger-like bladed point of the daemon possessed pregnancy scanner stabbed gently into Violet's arm, sucking up a small amount of blood into its infernal internal mechanisms, and Mummy Wendy pulled it out and held it up to show the daemonic runes along the dagger blade, to see which runes would light up.

Within seconds two runes glowed merrily on the blade of the dagger shaped daemonic pregnancy scanner, the pregnant rune and the girl rune!

Violet was pregnant with a baby girl!

Violet could barely even process this news before Mummy Wendy was hugging her excitedly with her badly lactating overheated body and squealing with joy!

Violet was overwhelmed, she was having a baby girl with Franklin!

Everything around her was a confusing blur as she processed this wonderful news, people were entering the room in large numbers, her female bird mutant relatives were hugging her.

She couldn't focus on anything.

She was still sitting naked on top of the naked Franklin, and Franklin was getting increasingly embarrassed as more and more people entered to congratulate Violet. Violet's children had entered now, Violet's biological father had entered, and even her biological mother TigerLily was poking her long neck through the door, unable to quite fit inside the room.

Franklin was blushing redly as happy joyous Night Lords now started entering the room, and he sat up and jealously covered Violet's breasts and vagina from view with an arm and a hand.

Violet couldn't help smiling ear to ear as she was enthusiastically congratulated by everyone.

Every one of the other Sevenson's present in particular was about as excited as they possibly could be from a pregnancy announcement. None of the "normal" Sevensons had any noticeable psychic powers, as psychic powers in general were rare in any human population. The only current born Sevensons who had any psychic powers were those who had bred with the highly psychic Tzeentch favoured bird mutants of Clan Muhammad.

As a Tzeentch favoured bird mutant of the bloodline of Clan Muhammad herself, Violet was guaranteed to give birth to psykers when she got pregnant. Violet may have been raised to worship Slaanesh rather than Tzeentch, but the favourable Tzeentch mutations were already baked into her genes and naturally passed to her children.

Sevenson women with psychic powers were insanely valuable to the Matriarch, pretty much the most valuable things any married Sevenson woman could give birth to in tribute to the Matriarch, and the conception of even one was always a source of jubilant excitement.

Franklin was indignantly yelling at various people to leave the room, but he was ignored. With TigerLily present he had no way of using his saintly powers to evict people, and the adult Night Lords were physically stronger than the only partially grown neophyte. Franklin could yell all he liked but these people wouldn't leave.

Sister Superior Clementine was uncharacteristically nonviolent as heretics pressed all around her in one corner of the room, but her face was still twisted in hatred and righteous disgust. Clementine was repeatedly turning her gaze cautiously to look at Mummy Wendy, and Mummy Wendy was very unsubtly keeping a close eye on Clementine.

Mummy Wendy was sitting beside Violet, still half tied up with ropes and completely naked, but had seemingly cooled down a bit now, still covered in sweat but not looking critically overheated anymore. Her bare breasts were constantly weeping intimidating amounts of milk, and making a terrible mess of milk all over the floor. Violet frowned slightly at the appalling mess of milk on the floor, Violet alone cleaned this place and would later be ordered by Franklin to clean up this frightful mess all by herself!

As well as Mummy Wendy, all of Mummy Wendy's consorts had arrived by now, bringing little baby Heinrich with them. The other consorts had at least taken the time to get themselves dressed before coming unlike Mummy Wendy, the three consorts wearing bright pink girly dressing gowns that they were obviously naked beneath.

The three consorts were currently sitting together in a corner away from any other people, Mummy Octavia's iconic lust aura so disruptive to everyone else except the other consorts that Mummy Octavia had to be kept away in the corner. To stop Mummy Octavia from getting lonely and miserable the two other consorts sat with her to keep her company. Everyone else in the room was deliberately shunning anywhere near the corner Mummy Octavia sat in, afraid of the lust aura.

Daddy Adolf was currently holding little baby Heinrich in his arms, with Mummy Octavia and Mummy Belzevelle happily fussing over the baby. Baby Heinrich was awake and currently crying, with his tears being soothed by excessive coddling from his small squadron of parental caregivers.

Violet herself was almost drowning in cuddles and congratulations from various relatives, feeling a storm of different emotions.

Franklin was completely embarrassed to be utterly naked with his cum stained nude wife in the centre of attention in a crowded room, but Violet felt no shame at all, being a Slaanesh worshipping complete skank. Numerous Night Lords, nearly every one of them Violet's ex-boyfriend who had fucked her in the past, were gathered all around her offering her their congratulations, but Violet felt not the slightest shame.

Franklin was rudely shouting at everyone to leave, and just about smothering Violet with his embarrassed obsession with covering her modesty.

Franklin's behaviour was actually getting irritating now...

***...

The still utterly naked and cum stained Violet was eating food ravenously at a huge party hastily prepared in Wendy's massive bedroom in honour of the pregnancy, and Franklin was blushing so badly with embarrassment that his cheeks felt like they were burning!

Violet had earlier eventually gotten irritated by Franklin's continuous yelling for people to leave their room and efforts to protect her modesty, and she had said her safe word. She then simply ditched Franklin's lap to be with happy celebrating relatives outside the room!

Franklin had swiftly put on pants and angrily followed after her out of the room. He had caught up with his wife, but she simply reminded him that she had said her safe word and demanded that he respect the safe word agreement!

Franklin had been angry and embarrassed, but he had been unable to argue against this. Franklin had in the past given Violet his solemn word that she got to have a safe word and that he would honour the safe word. He had little choice but to keep his word.

Violet had stood around talking to people in the hallway outside their room for ages, and Franklin's mother Wendy had eventually announced a celebration party in her giant sinful bedroom floor, inviting everyone present.

Franklin and many of his nuns had followed after Violet to the party, and a small area of Wendy's unnecessarily gigantic room had been rearranged and set up for a celebration party, with food laid out on huge tables and comfy chairs arranged for guests to lounge upon.

Franklin was currently sitting on a sofa chair sulking with his nuns, burning with embarrassment and so ashamed by Violet's immodesty, watching his naked wife jealously to make sure that no other man touched her.

Various female heretics were crowding around Violet, happily hugging her and putting hands on her shoulders and back, but Franklin tolerated females doing such innocent forms of touch to his wife. The male heretics were happily talking to Violet, but given her state of nudity none were touching her, much to Franklin's relief.

Franklin felt a storm of emotions right now. He already had over twenty children, and felt the usual overwhelmed feeling he had felt when he got his nuns pregnant. But he also felt something else.

Violet was a mutant heretic witch, and she would give birth to a child that was irredeemably tainted and impure. Even the Painful Path couldn't redeem a born mutant, they were too tainted. This was why Franklin had never tried to make Violet join the Painful Path, Violet was a mutant and therefore completely irredeemable, the Painful Path couldn't help her, so she might as well keep worshipping chaos as she was already damned from birth.

Franklin had just conceived a child who was automatically completely and utterly damned with no hope of redemption. The thought was unimaginable.

His child with Violet would not be pure, his child would be a heretic mutant witch!

And even worse the child was a girl. Had the child been male then it could at least be trained from birth to submit to the nuns and be used to do some good. But a female Sevenson lacked any submission instincts and would be impossible to fully control!

Franklin was in a panic, utterly horrified. He had with his own loins conceived something which was completely irredeemably impure and which might commit the most terrible evils!

Franklin bitterly resented the decree by the Matriarch that all heterosexual married Sevensons under 100 years old had to continually give birth to new babies.

Franklin's mother Wendy was the Matriarch's personal champion and most utterly loyal female agent, and Wendy herself had personally flushed all of Violet's birth control pills down the toilet the day after they got married!

Wendy had adamantly demanded that Violet and Franklin were forbidden from using any contraception until at least one of them was 100 years old, and had confiscated anything that might be used to prevent pregnancy.

The Matriarch wanted an army of descendants with psychic powers and was apparently particularly interested in Violet and Franklin's marriage, and the pair had been informed in no uncertain terms that Violet was expected to be pregnant every year if medically able to do so.

A part of Franklin genuinely wished that Violet had been unfaithful so that this thoroughly damned child would not be his. Realistically however this was impossible.

Violet was basically a perpetually naked and beaten prisoner with no privacy or freedom. Ever since the wedding she had never left this floor and had only been either in Franklin's bedroom or in the public sitting room or in the hallway moving between these two places.

When outside of their room Violet was watched at all times, by the nuns or at least by the crowd of surprisingly sexually wholesome bird mutants. She had no opportunity to cheat on Franklin, the admirably public-sex-hating Clan Muhammad bird mutants wouldn't let Violet or anyone else have sex in front of them, and had even condemned Wendy and Octavia for having sex in front of them. And the nuns of course wouldn't let Violet commit adultery under any circumstances.

Violet was sometimes left alone in their room for hours at a time, but suspicious nuns kept watch of the hallways at these times, and regularly did surprise checks of the room just in case Violet was doing adultery or any other sin.

The men of this tower all knew that they were forbidden from entering his room, (and that it was instant death by jealous murder if Franklin found them in his room with his wife), and today with the pregnancy announcement was the first time a man other than Franklin had entered the room. The room even had a prominent sign on the door which said "females ONLY, NO men allowed!"

While it might be technically possible that some master of stealth had snuck in, slept with Violet, and left again unseen, in reality this just wouldn't have happened. And even if someone else HAD snuck in, Violet almost certainly wouldn't just sleep with them, she was a whore but she wasn't THAT much of a whore that she just instantly slept with everyone she saw, especially not when she risked being caught by nuns in a surprise inspection.

Franklin alone had had a realistic opportunity to sleep with Violet, and he had had so MUCH sex with her that she was perpetually smeared with his semen. Even when she was freshly bathed clean, Franklin would just immediately have more sex with her until she was filthy with semen again.

Franklin and Violet had unprotected vaginal sex morning noon and night every single day, absolutely excessive amounts of unprotected sex. Violet was a beautiful sexy Slaanesh worshipping whore with a nearly bottomless sexual appetite, and Franklin was a teenage boy who was allowed to have sex with her as much as he liked. It was a combination that promised truly massive amounts of sex.

Even if another man had somehow snuck in to sleep with Violet, his sperm would be hopelessly outnumbered by Franklin's sperm. Violet's entire reproductive anatomy was permanently drowning in his sperm. Her every tube and cavity inside her reproductive bits was swimming with his sperm all through it. Another guy's sperm simply wouldn't have a chance, the moment Violet ovulated she would be ovulating her egg directly into a thick puddle of Franklin's sperm.

This baby was his, it simply wasn't possible for it not to be...

It was always only a matter of time before Violet got pregnant from so much sex, and it was actually surprising that it had taken as long as it had.

Franklin was still embarrassed as he watched his wife being naked in public, she should be ashamed of herself. Franklin of course wouldn't bring her any clothes when he didn't want her to leave his room in the first place, he wanted his wife to be naked in his room for him to keep all to himself. She should submit to the wishes of her husband like an obedient wife!

Violet's savagely whipped and beaten and bruised, semen smeared naked body was extremely slender, but with very large gorgeous bulging artificial breasts. Her long, brilliantly blue mutant feathers draped down her back like strange beautiful hair, and had white dried semen stuck all through them. Her sexy legs ended in excessively badly beaten scaly bird feet that looked utterly inhuman, the bird toes ending in wickedly sharp claws.

Violet was as potently beautiful as only a Slaanesh worshipping woman could be, even brutally beaten with no makeup at all she looked sexy in the extreme. If Franklin and his nuns ever stopped beating her and gave her access to makeup she would look absolutely exquisite, just like she had when they started the relationship.

Back when Franklin was only allowed to tickle her, Violet's exquisite beauty had been unmarred, but the constant heavy beatings had dulled her looks a bit. She was still very sexy nevertheless.

Violet was currently standing at a food table and unceasingly stuffing her face with truly sickening amounts of food!

Her gluttony apparently knew no bounds, she was using her bare hands to cram so much food into herself that it made Franklin feel sickened!

Why was she eating so much?!, It was really disgusting!

Violet's sickening gluttony just made Franklin all the more ashamed of her.

Even as Franklin watched, Violet's abdomen started to swell horribly from all the food she was forcing inside herself!

Other people were even now putting even more food on plates and handing the plates to Violet to eat!

Franklin could contain himself no longer and got to his feet, angrily storming towards Violet as people offered her grotesque amounts of food.

"Your gluttony is unholy!", Franklin snarled, standing behind his wayward wife.

Violet turned curiously, holding a plate piled with an obscene amount of food, and Franklin saw that her belly was now horribly enlarged!

"You are making yourself obese!", Franklin condemned her angrily.

"Not fat. That's our baby silly," Violet told him calmly through a mouthful of food.

Franklin was incredulous, babies didn't develop that fast.

"I need a lot of food to grow our egg before I lay it," Violet explained, still eating.

"Our... Egg?", Franklin asked with a sinking feeling.

"Yes Franklin, I have the reproductive system of a mutant bird, I give birth by laying an egg and then keeping it warm for 9 months until it hatches. I need an insane amount of food to grow the egg enough to lay it, otherwise my body will cannibalise my muscle tissues for raw materials and will leave my muscles feeling wasted and sore for weeks," Violet explained.

Franklin paused to process these words, and then he almost threw up with disgust!

Violet resumed eating sickeningly, and her abdomen distended horribly.

Franklin just stood watching in horror as his wife seemed to get hungrier and hungrier. She wasn't even chewing her food now, just swallowing seaweed and fish whole and cramming in vitamin supplement tablets!

Her abdomen was becoming sickeningly large, looking like a fully pregnant woman now.

Violet was eating so frantically that she was puking some of it back up, but she simply swallowed the puke immediately back down in her insane hunger!

This was disgusting!

Violet's belly was like some horrible fat monster, it was physically repellent!

Violet just shovelled in more and more food in an ever growing frenzy until she couldn't physically keep anymore food down. Then finally satiated, she staggered, and was immediately helped into a chair by various female heretics.

Violet sat holding her nauseatingly swollen belly, and seemed to be deliberately focusing on her breathing now.

Franklin's mother Wendy approached him.

Wendy was still half bound with ropes, with one arm still securely bound behind her back by a mass of ropes around her stomach and chest, monstrous leaking naked breasts poking out of the mass of ropes wrapping her entire torso.

With her single free arm Wendy put a comforting hand on Franklin's shoulder, smiling proudly at him.

"What in the Emperor's name are you wearing Mother!", Franklin exclaimed.

"Silly Octavia used the wrong kind of knots during a tickle bondage game and now can't untie me properly. We might need to cut the ropes away to get me free but I am hoping to avoid that if possible. These ropes are extremely good quality and rather expensive," Wendy explained in amusement.

Franklin cringed at this filth.

"When things settle down a bit Belzevelle will try to work the knots free with a needle," Wendy added.

"Can't you at least cover up?", Franklin criticised.

"Not with my milk flow so bad, anything but my maternity corset gets immediately soaked with milk. It makes far less mess if I simply remain topless, mopping the floor is far easier than washing some milk drenched garment." Wendy said happily.

Franklin sighed and dropped the topic.

"I am so proud of you and Violet, your first child in wedlock," Wendy told him fondly.

"Is, is this, normal?", Franklin asked hesitantly, pointing to Violet's horribly bloated belly.

"Yes completely normal, Hyacinth ate like an absolute pig just before she laid her own egg," Wendy reassured him.

Violet had gone still and quiet now, and seemed to be having a nap. Heretics got a floor mattress and laid Violet down on it to have a sleep.

"Violet needs to rest for a while after gorging herself with food, the egg is sucking in nutrients from her body and making her want to sleep," Wendy explained.

"She will lay her egg soon, she just needs to rest until the egg has absorbed enough nutrients, then it will develop a shell and be ready to lay," Wendy informed him.

Franklin wasn't sure what he even wanted to say, and just stood silently with his mother, watching his wife nap.

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...

Some unknown amount of time later Violet seemed to wake up from her nap, and was now looking very uncomfortable and breathing heavily.

Franklin looked to his rope clad mother.

Wendy nodded, telling Franklin, "Violet's labor contractions have started".

At a less than subtle prompting from Wendy, Franklin went to Violet's side and held her hand, not sure what else to do.

Violet gave his hand an affectionate squeeze, but seemed too focused on her labor to say anything.

Violet suddenly bent forward slightly and moaned.

"Are you ok?", Franklin asked with genuine concern.

"Orgasmic pain," Violet moaned with pleasure...

Violet had another full body spasm, and moaned again.

Franklin felt embarrassed and angry.

Violet seemed to be having more contractions with time, and everyone in the entire room was looking at her as she lay naked giving birth.

Violet was moaning louder and louder, and suddenly began to masturbate!

"VIOLET!", Franklin exclaimed in outrage.

"Such wonderful pain!", Violet moaned, masturbating shamelessly in front of everyone!

Franklin grabbed both of her wrists so that she couldn't touch herself, and kept her hands held out of the way.

Violet was moaning in too much pain and pleasure to even notice that her hands were immobilised, and appeared to be orgasming from the agony of her labor!

Violet's vagina had dilated horribly wide during her nap, and was now stretching even wider.

Violet was screaming with orgasmic masochistic pleasure, body pulling forward like an abdominal crunch exercise.

Violet's entire body seemed to be pushing hard, her masochistic screams deafening, and her vagina distended horrifically wide!

Something mottled grey and covered with birth mucous came into view out of Violet's vagina.

Violet continued to moan and scream with obscene Slaaneshi pleasure, and something distressingly large began to emerge from inside her.

Franklin was horrified and sickened as a gigantic mottled grey egg slid into view with agonising slowness, it looked absolutely horrible and unholy!

Violet was now stretched so wide open by the egg that even her Slaanesh masochism balked at the pain, and she was now weeping in pain and screaming for it to be over.

Violet kept pushing with all her might, and the egg seemed to slide past its widest point, and suddenly the entire thing slid out quickly and easily, the mucous covered mottled grey egg now resting on the mattress between Violet's legs.

Franklin let go of Violet's wrists, and she exhaustedly reached down and picked up the huge gross egg, hugging it to her chest and crying happy relieved tears.

Franklin felt a huge storm of emotions as he looked at that disturbing mutant egg, completely overwhelmed and sickened.

Violet suddenly turned to look at him.

"You will love and protect our egg or I will kill you right now with my psychic powers!", Violet snarled at Franklin in aggressive madness, her face daemonically distorted!

"Violet!", Franklin exclaimed in disbelief.

Franklin was suddenly pulled back away from Violet with extreme speed by the grip of his Mother Wendy!

Franklin was now 30 meters away from Violet, the overheated rope clad Wendy having pulled him away with her one free arm.

"Don't go near Violet!, Bird mutant maternal instincts are absolutely vicious!," Wendy warned Franklin urgently.

"I don't understand," Franklin said in utter confusion.

"Female bird mutants with newly laid eggs become absolutely batshit crazy and aggressive towards any perceived threat to their eggs or young hatchlings. They use telepathy to examine the minds of people around them and go berserk towards anyone with negative thoughts towards their young," Wendy explained.

"How do you know that I have negative thoughts?," Franklin asked.

"Come on Franklin, it's you. You are a colossal racist towards mutants. I know you well enough to know that you would have thought some awful thoughts at the first sight of your daughter," Wendy said immediately.

"First sight of my daughter?, What daughter?", Franklin asked in confusion.

"That egg over there is your daughter," Wendy reminded him.

"Oh," Franklin said in understanding.

"So Violet wants to attack me now?!", Franklin exclaimed.

"Not attack, KILL, she will blast you apart in an explosion of boiling gore with her psychic powers if her maternal instincts see you as a threat to her egg," Wendy warned gravely.

Franklin gazed at his distant wife Violet in horror.

"You WILL love and protect our egg, or I WILL kill you!", Violet's psychic voice bellowed directly in Franklin's brain with deafening volume, making him stagger!

Terrible pain suddenly filled Franklin's mind with a deafening psychic scream!

Pink lightning was shooting from Violet's outstretched hand to strike Franklin's head!

Franklin felt like he was dying, Violet was killing him!

"Dispelled!", TigerLily suddenly said with a snap of her fingers, and to Franklin it was like the voice of a saving angel!

The pink lightning and pain suddenly stopped, and TigerLily stepped forward, wagging an amused finger at Violet.

Violet made a variety of angry bird noises at TigerLily, but TigerLily cast a spell of blue energy at her, and Violet instantly seemed to snap out of her madness.

"Franklin?!, I'm so SO sorry Master!", Violet called to him sounding mortified.

At the reassurance of Wendy, Franklin returned to his wife.

Violet was her usual self once more, and fussed over Franklin's slightly scorched head.

"I'm so sorry about that, my maternal instincts make me crazy. I can't help it," Violet apologised.

"Are you better now?", Franklin asked her.

"My mother TigerLily is only suppressing my maternal instincts with a spell, without the spell they will return," Violet replied sadly.

"You can't think bigoted racist thoughts about our egg when my maternal instincts are active, I only attack people who are hostile to my egg and my children, if you are not hostile then even at my craziest I won't hurt you," Violet told him.

"You want me to stop being racist?", Franklin asked haltingly.

"Yeah," Violet replied happily.

"I'm not sure that's even possible," Franklin explained reasonably.

"It's not that hard, people are not-racist all the time, I myself am not racist," Violet said.

"Is there no other way?", Franklin implored her.

"All I am asking is that you don't be racist, bigoted and hateful towards your own daughter. You can be as racist as you like to everyone else including me, just not your own child," Violet reassured as though this was reasonable.

"Better ask TigerLily to extend her spell on you long term," Franklin said.

"Yeah, definitely...", Violet agreed with a disappointed sounding sigh.

***...

(Author's note, happy 2nd birthday to my own daughter who is about to turn two. Been writing this story for so long that I began the story before even planning a kid, and now have a 2 year old who sings songs, dances while watching Sesame Street, and talks in sentences.)