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.

131. Chapter 131

Part 19

Children

Chapter 131(Orphan)

(Author's note, 104 thousand views of this story now. That's just incredible!)

Mr Adolf Sevenson swatted the handcuffed naked Octavia's backside hard with a leather strap, making a meaty slapping sound. Octavia moaned brazenly like a complete slut, shifting slightly across his lap.

Adolf spanked her again, harder this time, her pale perfect ass going red.

Adolf was currently sitting in a chair in front of a cogitator table, with the handcuffed naked Octavia bent over his lap, the cogitator keyboard resting on Octavia's back and handcuffed arms. Adolf was attempting to type a letter to send to his parents, but was having trouble thinking what words he should write to them.

Octavia moaned brazenly as he spanked her again.

Today Mistress Wendy had decided that Adolf would be dominant over Octavia and Belzevelle, a rare treat for the usually highly submissive Adolf, and Octavia was submitting to him beautifully, an exquisite submissive to work with.

Belzevelle was currently enjoying the full benefits of her "torture amnesty" alliance with Adolf, simply enjoying a day of free time with the baby in return for showing Adolf the same courtesy when she was dominant over him, meaning that Octavia alone had to submit to Adolf all day.

Mistress Wendy herself was away in Low Commorragh visiting the Matriarch on some business, and would be gone all day, leaving Adolf to dominate the girls as he pleased, making it even better.

Octavia was sexually attractive to the absolute extreme, a stupidly huge breasted fuck-toy of perfect eroticism, her naked body one of the most insanely fuckable things in the entire known universe. She was naked, in handcuffs, and bent utterly submissively over Adolf's lap, his submissive plaything to do whatever he wished to for the entire day.

Most men would be spending this entire day having constant hot sex with Octavia, even without her lust aura, but Adolf wasn't most men.

Mr Adolf Sevenson was the submissive husband of Mistress Wendy Sevenson, and he was daily forced to orgasm such an abusive number of times in a row that his balls hurt terribly every single day.

Today as the dominant partner, Adolf was going to enjoy a rare treat and enjoy some much needed rest from sex, crazy as that might sound.

Adolf spanked Octavia again, punishing her for being a naughty slut, not even trying to be sexual with her. After the number of times she had tickled him to tears over the last few days, he was going to punish her very thoroughly in revenge, spanking her bottom purple.

Adolf's sexual responses had been unlocked by Mistress Wendy, and he currently had a huge erection over the insanely sexy Octavia bent across his lap being spanked, but he was determined to give his balls a rest today.

Adolf began to type his letter, informing his parents that Mistress Wendy had given birth to his son, being very careful what he wrote. TigerLily would deliver this letter by some sorcerous means, and would likewise bring Adolf any reply letters.

Adolf typed a surprisingly simple letter for all his difficulty, just the barebones facts that the baby was born and the usual polite shit you write in all letters, saying that he and Wendy were well and the like. The letter included a heap of photos, mostly of the baby, all of them carefully taken with Mistress Wendy covered in make up to cover her marks from view, Adolf had even included some photos of Octavia for his dad, labeled "Octavia the sex slave", some of them with Octavia holding the baby, (Octavia wearing clothing in all the photos).

Adolf explained in his letter that he had gotten plastic surgery, explaining why he looked so different in the photos. Adolf also said in the letter that the baby was born already, despite Wendy's flat belly mere months ago, because the ship had gone through a time warping whilst travelling the warp, so that many many more months had happened on board the ship compared to real space. This was a lie, but a very convenient lie to avoid a lot of questions.

Adolf reread the letter several times, editing and changing it slightly in a few places, and was finally happy with it. Adolf would send it with the photos attached tonight with the help of TigerLily, and it should magically appear in his parents' mail slot within a day.

Adolf saved his letter on the cogitator and lifted the keyboard off Octavia, putting it on the cogitator table. Adolf slid back his chair with Octavia still bent over his lap, and gave her another hard spanking with the leather strap.

Adolf was naked the same as Octavia, rarely wearing clothes since becoming a plaything in Mistress Wendy's dungeon, his erect penis poking up past Octavia's soft side, simply refusing to go down in Octavia's presence. Even without the lust aura Octavia was unstoppably cock-hardening from her raw sexual attractiveness and beauty, Adolf's heterosexual nature compelled to respond with arousal to this ridiculously fuckable naked specimen.

Octavia's every movement was as sexually provocative as possible, her every sound was obscenely erotic the way only a Slaanesh worshipping woman could be. The chaos god of lust and sexual excess had warped this woman into raw erection-fodder, and Adolf's cock flatly refused to be limp in her intimate presence.

Adolf irritably grabbed a great handful of her long mass of luscious curly brown hair, pulling her hair hard so that her head was forced back, spanking her again as he did so.

Octavia moaned like a shameless slut, her gorgeous jaded Slaaneshi face lost in pleasure, eyes distant and unfocused.

Adolf sighed, Octavia was extremely hard to actually punish, she enjoyed everything far too much. The only stuff that was torture for her was hard limit stuff like electric shocks, which Adolf had already agreed not to do to her as part of a very limited mutual "torture amnesty" agreement, meaning that he couldn't do these things to truly make her suffer.

Spanking Octavia was not at all torture for the Slaanesh worshipper, but it still made Adolf feel better to spank her severely after all the hideously ticklish things she did to him on a daily basis.

Octavia was a very difficult lover. She was absolutely perfect during actual sex, but it came with a very ticklish price, as she was hideously sadistic and cruel in her iconic tickling fetish, tickling the utter shit out of Adolf and Belzevelle and even Luke and Mistress Wendy. If you were Octavia's lover and found yourself bound in her presence, she would very eagerly tickle you for hours without pause, making you piss yourself and shit yourself and vomit and weep and beg for mercy, and STILL she would not stop!

To people who were not Octavia's lovers, she was kind and compassionate and good natured to a fault, but become her sexual partner and she became a sadistic maniac as her sexual kink.

It was not actual evil on Octavia's part, as she didn't rape or force people and always respected safe words, it was just her sexual kink that she expected all her lovers to indulge if they wished to remain her lover. Adolf had known exactly what he was getting into when he pursued, wooed, and married Mistress Wendy, (and by doing so became Octavia's lover too), Adolf had known the hideously ticklish price of becoming intimately involved with these absurdly kinky women, but had considered the price a fair one for the extreme sexual pleasure he got in return.

But sometimes he really struggled to cope with the kinky sadistic price of being romantically involved with these Slaanesh worshipping sadistic maniacs.

Some days Adolf deeply resented being tickle abused by Octavia for hours at a time, when his balls were already cruelly empty and sore from Mistress Wendy forcing him to have twenty or thirty orgasms in a row. Dealing with the sadism of just Mistress Wendy was one thing, but when Octavia piled on with her own sadism, it sometimes made Adolf feel resentful or even angry.

Adolf currently found it deeply therapeutic to vent this resentment out on Octavia's backside with a leather strap, spanking her again and again to get his wonderful revenge.

Adolf still loved Octavia dearly, she was a second wife to him, his polyamorous lover whom he had extremely hot sex with every day, but he still wanted to belt her yummy ass raw for all the times she tortured him with abusive amounts of tickling.

Adolf swatted that yummy ass again and again with blistering force, making sharp meaty sounds and brazen moans from Octavia.

Octavia was dribbling pussy juices all over his leg as she became more and more horny from her hard spanking, and Adolf's penis wept pre-cum at this intensely erotic happenstance.

Adolf was determined to give his balls a rest today, and hoisted Octavia's busty naked body over his shoulder like a meat carcass, standing up. Octavia giggled and laughed ticklishly from this slight movement on her absurdly ticklish skin, enjoying herself far too much.

Adolf carried the giggling provocative submissive fuck-toy over to a padded leather covered spanking rack, strapping her legs and torso down in the rack that left her bottom defenceless in the air for a hard spanking, her arms still securely handcuffed behind her back.

Adolf selected a sturdy flexible fibreglass rod from a stand of kinky pain implements, bending the cruel rod experimentally to make sure it was just the right amount of bendy to hurt like absolute hell.

Adolf experimentally flexed a few more rods, and found one that seemed the most cruel one available.

Adolf walked up to Octavia's defenceless bottom and took careful aim…

WHACK!

Octavia moaned like a whore in her extremely slutty and provocative voice.

Adolf swatted again and again, filling the air with loud meaty whacks, striking her yummy perfect ass with merciless force.

Octavia was unfazed by the obviously extreme agony, merely moaning her head off with masochistic pleasure like a true Slaanesh worshipper.

Adolf was slightly annoyed that she wasn't actually suffering, and just beat her bum all the harder in punishment.

"Oh Master Adolf that feels SO good!", Octavia groaned orgasmically in her erotic slutty voice.

Adolf was annoyed, and poked between her legs with the rod, poking at her weeping wet pussy with the end of the rod.

Octavia moaned even worse as the rod poked her pussy, a complete and utter slut.

Adolf went back to the stand of kinky implements, getting a long candle and a fire lighter.

Adolf rammed the candle all the way inside her pussy, the fire end of the candle sticking out of her at a slightly downwards angle.

Adolf immediately lit the candle, hoping that the heat and hot wax to the pussy would torture her.

The candle was barely burning for a few moments when Octavia's pussy juices became so copious that they dribbled down the candle and extinguished the flame!

"By the Emperor Octavia!, Why are you such a slut?!," Adolf exclaimed, removing the completely drenched candle.

"I am your sexy slut, Master Adolf, I am so wet for you!", Octavia moaned back provocatively.

Adolf's erection twitched at these brazen words, tempting him terribly to bury it inside her.

Adolf put his fingers on Octavia's pussy, the fingertips instantly becoming slimy with her slippery fragrant clean wetness, and Octavia moaned whorishly from the touch.

The temptation to have sex with Octavia was almost unendurable now, and only the pain in his testicles prevented him from fucking that wet pussy right now.

Adolf resumed savagely spanking her yummy ass with the fibreglass rod to distract himself from his temptation, reminding himself of just how BAD this woman had tickled him over the last few days.

Adolf considered tickling her in revenge, but that was exactly what Octavia wanted and wasn't any sort of punishment. Octavia was simply a tickle slave that Mistress Wendy had taken for a wife, and was little different from the tens of thousands of other tickle slaves Mistress Wendy owned, the only real differences being that Octavia was bisexual rather than a strict lesbian, was also a tickle sadist on top of the usual tickle slave tickle masochism, was more beautiful than the other tickle slaves, and wasn't part of the sacrificial fetish choir, (though she very enthusiastically temporarily joined the choir when Mistress Wendy gave her permission to).

This being the case, tickling Octavia in revenge was no revenge at all, consensual tickle slaves by their very nature simply enjoyed the aggravating sensation with orgasmic pleasure.

The hard spanking was honestly having little to no effect in punishing Octavia either, the bound slut was just too kinky and too horny to really torture…

A thought struck Adolf.

Abstinence!

Octavia's whorish sluttishness was so insatiably horny for sex and sensation that simply making her abstain from sex and torture would drive her crazy!

Adolf grinned vindictively, he would get her back for all the times she had tickled him this week!

Adolf unstrapped Octavia from the spanking rack, leaving her hands handcuffed behind her back, and dominantly commanded her to get up and follow him.

"Yes Master Adolf," Octavia moaned submissively, following him with perfect obedience, her insanely gorgeous naked handcuffed body taking demure steps, her giant perfect breasts jiggling wonderfully with every step.

Adolf's pre-cum was flowing worse than ever at the sight of this extremely erotic loveliness, and he needed maximum self control not to fuck her.

Adolf led the cock-hardening naked Octavia through the dungeon area of the massive bedroom, coming to the chastity belt storage area.

Octavia noticed where she was and became noticeably agitated, but she was too perfectly disciplined to complain or resist, beautifully submissive to his will.

Adolf found a scary looking stainless steel chastity belt, with a colossal pair of stainless steel inbuilt dildos to stuff the pussy and anus of the wearer with cold steel, and ordered Octavia to stand with her legs spread wide.

Adolf stuffed the inbuilt dildos inside her pussy and anus, pushing the chastity belt fully in place, and swung the stainless steel hinged side pieces snugly closed over a metal locking ring. Adolf slid a small padlock through the locking ring and locked the padlock with a click, trapping Octavia in the chastity belt.

Octavia did not look happy about this, and only her perfect submission kept her from complaining.

Adolf made her stand up straight again, and held her huge spongy tits in his hands, enjoying the softness with delightfully pleasant squeezes.

Octavia giggled ticklishly, but also moaned in sexual pleasure, she clearly enjoyed having her boobs played with.

Adolf kept squeezing and caressing her massive breasts, greatly enjoying the pleasing warm softness on his hands, annoyed that Octavia liked it so much.

Adolf grumpily went to the chastity devices stored on shelves around him, and got a stainless steel chastity bikini specifically designed to fit Octavia's stupidly huge tits.

Adolf slid the huge stainless steel cups of the bikini over Octavia's massive breasts, covering them completely in cold hard stainless steel, and slid the chains of the bikini around her sides under her bound arms and over her shoulders, inadvertently tickling her terribly in the process, and used padlocks to tightly lock the bikini chains behind her back, trapping her breasts away from any stimulation.

Octavia was looking more dismayed now, not liking this, and her dismay greatly satisfied Adolf's need for revenge on her.

Adolf put a black leather collar and leash on Octavia's neck, and led her by the leash over to a cold stainless steel dominatrix cage without any floor padding. Adolf unlocked the cruelly small cage, and stuffed the handcuffed naked Octavia inside it to shiver naked on the cold hard metal floor of the cage.

Adolf vindictively closed and locked the cage, and reached through the bars to remove her collar and leash but not her handcuffs.

Octavia shifted around uncomfortably with just her legs in the confined space of the cage, her movements extremely awkward and difficult without the use of her arms, looking at Adolf with submissive expectation.

Adolf put a pair of stainless steel dog bowls through the bars onto the floor of the tiny cage, and filled one with fresh water and the other with dried seaweed food pellets. She couldn't poo with the giant stainless steel chastity belt dildo up her ass, and the cage was deliberately positioned over a grated floor drain to drain away any urine. Even the stupid Octavia couldn't accidentally drown herself with her water bowl, and she was perfectly safe to stay in the cage all day without needing to leave.

Adolf squatted down beside her cage, reaching through the bars to pull her face right up to the bars. Adolf then passionately kissed her lips through the bars.

Octavia moaned erotically from the kiss, putting her slutty tongue in his mouth instantly to wrestle with his own tongue in a highly provocative and pleasurable way.

Adolf was so sexually excited by this erotic kiss with his absurdly sexy bedmate that the temptation to fuck her was almost beyond endurance.

Adolf shrugged, Octavia was the one in chastity not him, his balls could surely endure just one orgasm without too much pain.

Adolf broke the provocative kiss and eagerly moved his penis to her mouth through the bars.

Octavia opened her mouth obediently for Adolf's dick, and he slid inside her warm wet slutty mouth, groaning at the feel of her soft slippery mouth all over his dick.

Octavia moaned brazenly, and sucked wonderfully with highly experienced skill, looking him right in the eyes as she sucked and sucked.

Adolf groaned in bliss and pushed deeper down her throat, like most Slaanesh worshipping sluts Octavia had an almost nonexistent gag reflex, letting you fuck her mouth all the way down her throat without her gagging or puking, and Adolf deep throated the busty naked slut mercilessly, feeling her tonsils rub on the side of his shaft.

Octavia made moans muffled by the cock down her throat, and Adolf rubbed inside her throat all the harder, pleasured intensely by this brazen Slaanesh worshipping slut.

Adolf pulled out of her throat slightly so that his swollen sensitive head was in her mouth once again rather than her throat, and Octavia dutifully pleasured his raw yearning sensitive head with hard sucking and wonderful rubbing from her tongue.

Adolf groaned in raw ecstasy, his pleasure absolutely extreme, and felt himself cross the peak of inevitability.

With nothing to lose now, Adolf fucked Octavia deep down her throat with all the speed he possessed to maximise his pleasure in the few moments he had left before the cum inevitably came, and fucked the shit out of her throat, raising his pleasure to the maximum extreme just in time for his ejaculation, so that it exploded out of him and down her throat in a storm of howling pleasure that made him gasp in perfect rapture, spurting three times in the space of two seconds.

Adolf's pleasure was so great that he just rested inside her throat completely stunned, regaining his wits as the aftermath of his pleasure continued to echo inside him for a while, like some haze or fog of endorphins that lingered for a time like smoke that was reluctant to dissipate.

Octavia submissively held still with the cock resting down her cum filled throat, merely swallowing the cum down in a muscle pulse that wonderfully squeezed some more cum out of his penis hole.

Adolf sighed in his intense pleasure, resting inside her throat. His balls were a bit sore but the pain was still manageable after just one orgasm, but were twinging in warning to cum no more for a while unless he wanted pain.

Adolf patted Octavia's curly brown hair affectionately and pulled out of her throat, lingering in her mouth so that she could obediently suck away the last dregs of cum from his penis hole.

Adolf sighed in contentment as he pulled out of her mouth, and stood up with a glorious stretch.

Octavia was still kneeling cramped inside her small cage, handcuffed and locked in chastity, gazing submissively up at him with her shockingly beautiful slutty face.

"You will stay in your cage until I decide otherwise," Adolf informed her simply.

Octavia trembled in dismay but obediently replied with, "Yes Master Adolf".

"You can freely eat and drink from your bowls, and you may pee on the floor if you wish. You are free to move around your cage if you wish, but remain quiet unless there is an emergency or you say your safe word," Adolf ordered her.

"Yes Master Adolf," Octavia replied submissively, clearly unhappy just as Adolf had planned.

Adolf smiled vindictively to himself, pleased to get this long overdue revenge on this sadistic tickle freak, and walked away leaving Octavia to languish in unbearable chastity in her cage and handcuffs.

Adolf walked over to the house sized bed in the middle of the room that formed the focal point of the giant bedroom, noticing several naked Night Lords laying on the bed as their usual billet. Belzevelle was currently naked having quiet girl-on-top sex with one of the Night Lords on the bed, the baby laying asleep on the bed a safe distance away. Adolf was amazed by how little this bothered him seeing another man with one of his bedmates, he felt maybe a slight twinge of jealousy, but so faint that it simply didn't really bother him. Adolf was honestly glad just to give his empty balls a rest, even if it meant sharing his girls.

Adolf greeted the Night Lords who were awake with a smile and a wave, even greeting the one fucking Belzevelle, and the Night Lords lazily waved back politely, completely accepting Mistress Wendy's husband as a part of the Sevenson family.

Adolf crawled naked onto the bed, crawling over to his sleeping baby son, completely amazed that he felt comfortable and not at all embarrassed. Being a submissive plaything of Mistress Wendy had gradually desensitised Adolf to feeling shame about sex or nudity, when a whip wielding gorgeous dominatrix daily forced you to do naked sexual things in front of other people, you quickly learned to drop your shame and do what you were told to escape a beating.

Adolf was still embarrassed to be seen naked by certain people such as Franklin, and in certain places such as out in public, but here in his bedroom surrounded by indifferent naked people who saw him have sex every day, Adolf felt comfortable and safe to be naked like this.

Adolf crawled right up to his sleeping baby, and lay next to him, (making a point to keep his penis no where near the infant).

The infant slept soundly and peacefully, innocent and oblivious to his surroundings, and Adolf softly patted his sleeping son on the head very very gently in fatherly affection.

Adolf turned his gaze to watch the naked Belzevelle straddling the pelvis of an equally naked Night Lord, watching the energetic coupling calmly.

Most other men in the galaxy, (and certainly most men in the Imperium at any rate), would feel cuckolded and humiliated to watch a woman who was in all respects his wife being fucked by another man, but Adolf honestly didn't feel this.

It wasn't actually that surprising that Adolf didn't react much to one of his women being sexually unfaithful right in front of him, he would have had to be crazy to enter a relationship with these openly batshit kinky girls and imagine that they would not be unfaithful, a pair of sexually insatiable Slaanesh worshipping kinky sluts, and a just as kinky and slutty dark Eldar submissive, were completely guaranteed to engage in extramarital adventures.

To feel a sense of betrayal at a lover's sexual unfaithfulness required a genuine expectation that that lover would be faithful in the first place, and with this trio of moaning kinky nympho sluts that would be a completely crazy expectation to ever have.

The only exception to this was with Mistress Wendy herself, Adolf did admittedly get slightly more jealous when Mistress Wendy had sex with a man, especially with her brother Luke. This was slightly more justified than getting jealous over sluts like Octavia and Belzevelle, simply because Mistress Wendy was a strict lesbian who couldn't get wet for a man. Also was the fact that Adolf had by far the deepest romantic bond with Mistress Wendy, she was his first love.

But even with Mistress Wendy Adolf didn't feel completely devastated when she cheated on him, just a bit jealous without it really hurting him. Mistress Wendy liked to sleep with other men right in front of Adolf to torture him, never sneaking off secretly to cheat without (gleefully) informing him, so it wasn't "real" cheating like having an affair or something, it was just another kinky sadistic torment she gleefully inflicted upon him.

Mistress Wendy didn't even like men, she mostly only had sex with men (other than Luke) to be sadistic to Adolf himself, simply using the men as tools to torment him as a game. The fact that it was all focused on him meant that Adolf didn't feel threatened, it was just another type of sadism by his cruel dominatrix.

Luke on the other hand, Luke did bother Adolf a lot more. Luke had a kid with Mistress Wendy and had a genuine romantic relationship with Mistress Wendy that was far older than Adolf's own relationship with her. Luke had the genuine potential to be a possible threat as a romantic rival, and only the fact that Luke was already married to TigerLily calmed Adolf's fears. TigerLily herself would not let Luke replace herself with Mistress Wendy, and was famously jealous of Octavia in particular being anywhere near her husband. TigerLily was a powerful ally to have in this situation and Adolf trusted her to keep Luke from straying too deeply into Adolf's marriage.

TigerLily's psychic voice chuckled in Adolf's mind.

"In this regard we are in agreement, I don't want your female companions stealing away my husband anymore than you do," TigerLily tittered in his mind.

Adolf calmed deeply at these words, Luke would never be a true threat with TigerLily actively working to prevent this. Mistress Wendy having sex was something Adolf could tolerate, just so long as all the children were Adolf's and so long as Adolf himself wasn't replaced.

TigerLily said nothing more in his mind, (she wasn't even in the room), and Adolf returned his attention to Belzevelle passionately cheating on him.

Belzevelle waved lovingly at Adolf as she energetically bounced on the Night Lord, and Adolf waved back, not really feeling jealous about Belzevelle. Adolf was just glad that his own private parts got to have a rest with someone else pleasuring Belzevelle instead.

(Author's note, the above paragraphs basically explain why there is no NTR in this story. Adolf would be being absolutely ridiculous to expect the likes of some insatiable cock gobbler like Octavia to be faithful, and would be even more ridiculous to get upset when she inevitably ate cocks like she was a shark at a feeding frenzy. NTR simply has no place in a relationship with sex crazy Slaanesh worshipping whores.)

Adolf lay resting his balls and watching his infant son sleep, happy to just get to rest and recharge without constant orgasms draining his balls to the point of agony.

It was quite funny how Adolf's priorities had changed. Once he had dreamed about having lots of hot sex with gorgeous sexy women, now he found himself dreaming about being allowed to abstain from sex for a few days to soothe his chronic empty testicle pain. Fate it seemed had an ironic sense of humour.

Adolf wanted more than anything to just enjoy one of those "sexless marriages" everyone had warned him about, not all the time but maybe a week would be nice. He just wanted to enjoy the feeling of full testicles again in his life, to enjoy the simple lack of pain in this tender area.

His three women had an unfair advantage in this area, women didn't have any sperm that could run dry or balls that could go empty and painful. Women could orgasm multiple times in a row without any pain, and could seemingly have an indefinite amount of sex without any real pain or feelings of emptiness. Slaanesh worshipping nymphomaniacs could just go all day long very easily with nothing but pleasure, and only really suffering friction injuries and exhaustion and dehydration if they suffered anything at all. When Adolf was suffering in terrible empty agony, these women just easily continued with endless stamina, it just wasn't fair!

Adolf sometimes wished he was a woman, not in a gender identity way or anything, but merely so that he could enjoy endless sex without pain like the three women could.

Belzevelle was climaxing now with her Night Lord, flopping down to the bed stunned with extreme eldar pleasure, the Night Lord pulling out of her.

Belzevelle's sharp mind seemed to suddenly snap back to it's senses after this brief overwhelming pleasure, and she sat up alert.

The eldar race seemed to orgasm far harder than any human could, and Belzevelle was often left briefly stunned and witless from extreme pleasure when she climaxed, sometimes for quite a few minutes when Mistress Wendy pushed Belzevelle's orgasms to the limit.

Belzevelle had a slightly jaded look in her face that seemed to get worse over time as Mistress Wendy forced her to feel ever more extreme pleasure each day, as though mundane pleasures were becoming dull to her highly stretched senses. Belzevelle in a way needed a rest almost as much as Adolf did, both of them clearly could use a holiday from the dungeon for a while.

Belzevelle crawled over to Adolf and bowed her head submissively, obedient to Mistress Wendy's order for Adolf to be dominant over Belzevelle and Octavia today.

"Master Adolf," Belzevelle said respectfully.

Adolf gestured for her to lay beside him on the bed, and she obediently did so, her elegant long slender eldar body completely naked against his side.

Adolf's tired reproductive organs twitched from this gorgeous naked eldar woman in his presence, lusting over this slender elegant highly feminine grey skinned alien woman.

Belzevelle snuggled her soft naked flesh against Adolf's own naked body, and lovingly kissed him on the cheek with extreme affection.

"I love you," Belzevelle whispered in his ear romantically, kissing his cheek again.

"I love you too," Adolf replied honestly, being in a group marriage he found that he could indeed deeply love three women at the same time with genuine romantic love.

"What do you want to do to me Master Adolf?", Belzevelle asked submissively but provocatively.

Adolf groaned softly as his balls sent him urgent rest requests, this sexual temptation was torture for him.

"You can put it in any hole, or EVERY hole if you wish Master Adolf," Belzevelle offered naughtily.

Adolf's penis was painfully erect over the exquisitely beautiful Belzevelle, weeping pre-cum in excitement.

"I want you so desperately, but I have to rest my balls, this is the first rest they have had in over a week," Adolf apologised.

"As you wish Master Adolf, I pride myself on being an excellent and obedient submissive," Belzevelle said submissively, becoming calm and less provocative now.

Adolf nodded gratefully and just lay still beside her.

"I see you caged Octavia in chastity Master Adolf," Belzevelle noted conversationally, her extremely sharp eldar eyes easily seeing the distant Octavia in apparently sharp detail.

"Yes, to get her back for tickling me so much this week. She tickles me worse and worse all the time lately, way worse than it used to be. Hopefully a day in chastity will torment her as much as she tormented me," Adolf admitted vindictively.

Belzevelle laughed in cruel delight.

"Yes Master Adolf, the chastity will make her cry before the day is even half over, it will drive her absolutely crazy," Belzevelle said approvingly.

"Good, she tickled me so hard that I puked every single day this week, I am a forgiving man but Octavia really has earned some genuine punishment," Adolf said with more feeling than he intended.

"Octavia is an absolute beast recently Master Adolf, always tickling and tickling and tickling me so hard without mercy. I do greatly enjoy it when Mistress Wendy tickles me very hard for a long time, simply because Mistress Wendy is my treasured dominatrix, but I don't get the same pleasure when any other person tickles me," Belzevelle mused.

"I don't enjoy it at all, not even when Mistress Wendy does it, but I endure it because I love Mistress Wendy. I can endure it from Octavia too up to a point, but not when she doesn't stop even when I vomit or shit myself, that is just abusive," Adolf replied unhappily.

"You should say the safe word Master Adolf," Belzevelle suggested.

"I don't want to lose sex privileges by saying the safe word…", Adolf began.

"Wait a minute Master Adolf, didn't you just say that you need to rest your balls?, If you say the safe word then you get to rest the whole day," Belzevelle pointed out.

"By the Emperor!, You are absolutely right!, If I say the safe word then not only won't I be tickled till I shit myself, but I will also get to rest my balls too!", Adolf exclaimed in delight.

"I am very happy to help Master Adolf, I love you after all," Belzevelle said fondly.

Adolf kissed her on the lips passionately, loving her so much right now.

Adolf dominantly kissed the submissive Belzevelle for a while, not doing anything that broke the torture amnesty agreement, just kissing her the way they normally did even outside of submission.

Belzevelle warmly welcomed the kisses, holding his face tenderly as they made out.

The pair eventually stopped kissing, unable to do more with Adolf's sore testicles, and just held their faces together intimately.

Belzevelle was an eldar, and eldar love developed slowly at first but grew far stronger with time. The eldar were a long lived race, and it took them a long time to really fall in love hard, but once this slow build up started the eldar became shockingly affectionate and loving.

The eldar felt love far more intensely than humans did, and being the long term romantic partner of one of these eldar women was absolutely lovely if they fell in love with you.

Belzevelle was beaming at him with the warmest of affection, completely smitten with him, instantly happy from his mere presence. She was still sadistic, and could be very cruel to him in the bath where the torture amnesty didn't apply, but even her extreme sadism seemed to be done lovingly.

"Are you also going to say your safe word to have a rest?", Adolf asked Belzevelle fondly.

"Oh no I couldn't Master Adolf, I would miss being tormented by Mistress Wendy too much," Belzevelle said happily, still gazing smitten into Adolf's face.

Adolf chuckled fondly.

"I love you," Belzevelle said again, staring at Adolf in wonder.

Adolf smiled at this tender affection.

"I love you so much that I can't stop saying it," Belzevelle said slightly obsessively.

"I love you too," Adolf reciprocated again, feeling good from her extreme affection.

"I truly, deeply, love you, our baby will have such loving parents," Belzevelle said obsessively, confusing Adolf slightly.

"Our baby Heinrich?," Adolf asked to clarify.

"No no, our baby in my belly silly," Belzevelle said fondly, not even speaking submissively.

"Um, "our" baby in your belly?, I am getting confused," Adolf admitted.

"I mean "your" baby in my belly, you are the father silly," Belzevelle scolded him affectionately.

"Um, I will certainly be a father to your baby when it is born, but I am not the biological father, we are not even the same species," Adolf explained awkwardly.

Belzevelle seemed to suddenly snap to her senses at these words.

"You are right of course, I already intellectually knew that…", Belzevelle murmured.

"Are you ok Belzevelle?", Adolf asked in concern.

"I see what has happened, my pregnancy instincts are getting terribly confused by the artificial insemination keeping me pregnant, and seem to think that you must be the father who is keeping me inseminated," Belzevelle mused.

Adolf was confused, so Belzevelle tried to explain.

"When female eldar get pregnant we have to have sex with our male mate every day if possible, or no later than every few days, to keep providing genetic material to the developing baby."

"Normally in nature this is done by the male physically having sex with the female, but in my case I am artificially inseminated with stored sperm from my dark eldar boyfriend Arzurmor back in Low Commorragh, who I haven't physically touched in two months",

"My pregnancy has now progressed to the point where my pregnancy mating instincts are starting to really awaken, and these instincts want me to form a very deep romantic bond with the father to guarantee the supply of sperm."

"As my boyfriend Arzurmor physically isn't here, my instincts are getting extremely confused by the artificial insemination process that keeps providing me with sperm every day, and is trying to figure out who my male "mate" is,"

"It would appear that my instincts have mistakenly decided that you are my mate, and are convinced that you are the father," Belzevelle explained.

"Oh dear. Do you feel ok?", Adolf asked worriedly.

"I feel fine, just madly in love with you," Belzevelle reassured.

"Well that's not so bad, we are already in love anyway," Adolf reasoned.

"Yes, it is not necessarily a harmful thing as we are already basically husband and wife in all but name and legality, it is just an increase in love and intimacy," Belzevelle agreed.

"I'm surprised your instincts don't think Mistress Wendy is the father, she artificially inseminates you in the bath every morning," Adolf opined.

"Mistress Wendy is a woman, my instincts aren't *that* stupid to mistake a woman for my mate. You are a male and you always fuck me in the bath at around the same time as I get artificially inseminated, my instincts got confused," Belzevelle explained, smiling lovingly at Adolf with intense love.

"These instincts, they are not going to make you go homicidal like Violet are they?", Adolf made sure.

"No, not homicidal, especially not towards you, my instincts want my "mate" to remain alive for the entire pregnancy," Belzevelle lovingly reassured him.

"My boyfriend Arzurmor is not going to like this if I see him again during my pregnancy," Belzevelle added with a laugh.

"Why?", Adolf asked curiously.

"I am sexually repelled by any eldar male other than my "mate" during pregnancy, all eldar females become entirely faithful to their mate during pregnancy, as sperm from any other male eldar will be detrimental to the baby," Belzevelle explained.

"But you have sex with other men all the time, you just had sex with that Night Lord," Adolf pointed out.

"That doesn't count, they don't smell like eldar males. I can freely fuck anything that won't cause harm to my baby the way the wrong eldar sperm will, human sperm lacks the correct surface proteins to be absorbed by my reproductive organs and won't reach the baby as a result. Lesbian sex and inter species sex doesn't count to my instincts," Belzevelle explained fondly.

"But I am not an eldar and don't smell like one," Adolf pointed out.

"My instincts are extremely confused by your lack of smell, but are desperate to imprint on my mate and have mistakenly imprinted onto you, my instincts have forgotten the actual smell of my absentee boyfriend Arzurmor after so much time," Belzevelle explained.

"So you can't go back to your boyfriend?", Adolf asked.

"My stupid instincts won't recognise Arzurmor as the father now and will be sexually repelled by him as an eldar male, fearful for the well-being of the baby, he won't be happy," Belzevelle chuckled.

"But don't you need more of his sperm?, You don't have enough left in storage for the entire pregnancy," Adolf asked.

"Mistress Wendy will have to milk him of more sperm, that won't be a problem, eldar males can inseminate more than one female at the same time and are not repelled by other females, (plus Mistress Wendy is human anyway), my dear Arzurmor will be more than happy to fill many condoms with Mistress Wendy," Belzevelle chuckled fondly.

Adolf felt a momentary stab of jealousy, but it faded almost instantly, Belzevelle's boyfriend Arzurmor had far more reason to be jealous of Adolf than the reverse.

Belzevelle smiled at Adolf with extreme love, her body language extremely affectionate and sexually receptive.

Adolf looked at her in concern.

"I want to mate with you," Belzevelle purred naughtily at Adolf.

"Shouldn't you be more submissive?", Adolf replied fondly.

"I can be as submissive as you like Master Adolf," Belzevelle purred provocatively, sucking on one of his fingers.

Adolf was getting very hard now as Belzevelle continued to be provocative, the gorgeous naked eldar submissively begging him to fuck her pussy.

Adolf traced a fingertip over her naked skin, her face intimately close to his.

"I am trying to rest my balls," Adolf complained half-heartedly, very very tempted.

"You are about to start using your safe word Master Adolf, will it hurt to have one more fuck before you rest?", Belzevelle asked him naughtily.

Adolf sighed and nodded, "yeah fuck it, one more really hot fuck before I rest,"

Belzevelle was delighted, covering his face with hungry kisses.

Adolf dominantly rolled Belzevelle over and spread her legs.

Her pussy was already full of the cum of the Night Lord…

Adolf immediately commanded her to go clean herself up and return to him, and Adolf crawled over to shelves built into the headboard while she was gone, returning with bundles of ropes.

Belzevelle soon returned, her pussy completely hosed out and cleaned of all trace of cum, and she noted the ropes with a horny grin.

The torture amnesty agreement did not forbid bondage during sex so long as there was no torture with it, and so long as they were not left tied up after the sex was over, and Belzevelle submissively held still as Adolf bound her arms behind her back and bound her legs in a frog tie, so that her calves and thighs pressed tightly closed but with her legs still able to spread open.

Belzevelle was exquisitely sexy in the slender elegant super model type of being sexy, her naked body lean and slim, her legs long, her breasts not huge but big enough to perfectly suit her elegant type of stunning beauty. Her slender highly sculpted face was strikingly beautiful, the beauty like a gentle slap in the face that forced your attention. Her slender body had no hint of fatness, but did have a small baby bump, big enough to notice but not big enough to be gross or unappealing. Eldar pregnancies were much slower than human pregnancies, and it took much longer for the baby bump to get big.

Adolf grinned down at the bound naked highly fuckable eldar woman, and spread her submissive legs wide open with his hands. Belzevelle smiled invitingly with a huge horny smile, and Adolf mounted her, sliding his cock inside her wet slippery anatomy.

Belzevelle gasped with pleasure, closing her eyes in ecstasy, and made little gasps at every thrust of his hips.

"Fuck me Master, I am yours!", Belzevelle moaned at him.

Adolf kissed the beautiful elegant dark eldar in bondage, and thrust faster and deeper inside her slippery warm well toned depths, the perfect musculature of her vaginal tube massaging his dick wonderfully with an intoxicating peristalsis motion of rhythmic squeezing.

Adolf's balls were not sure this was a good idea, but the pleasure in his dick was just too good to stop now.

Adolf groaned and sighed in pleasure as her slippery muscular hole squeezed and sucked on his penis in a way that no human pussy could, like having vaginal sex, oral sex and a hand job all at the same time, the alien vagina squeezing and pulling and massaging and sucking and tugging and rubbing all at the same time.

The alien pussy had some intelligence all of it's own, and seemed to be trying to eat his dick without any teeth, trying to swallow his dick whole in a way that felt better than wonderful.

"My pussy wants your dick so badly, she wants to eat your sperm Master!", Belzevelle moaned desperately, utterly horny for his dick.

The alien pussy was pulsing all over his dick, desperately trying to pleasure it into surrendering it's hoard of sperm, stimulating him so wonderfully in such ingenious ways. This pussy was desperate for his cum, but he had nothing to gain from giving it up too early, this pussy would have to work for it and earn his cum, he wasn't just giving it away.

Belzevelle was a moaning insatiable mess, her face grimaced with pleasure and lust, the picture of feminine horniness, her face every bit as desperate as her pussy was.

Adolf slowed right down, prolonging the pleasure as much as possible before his one orgasm, and Belzevelle became more frantically horny, her pussy starving for his cum.

Belzevelle was making a variety of gasping gulping noises as he delivered one very slow deep thrust after another, pausing for a moment between thrusts to ensure he didn't accidentally cum before he wanted to, savouring the pleasure of her desperate alien pussy tugging and squeezing futilely on his hugely erect penis.

"Master, (gulp), Master, (gulp)," Belzevelle said barely audibly, the pleasure making her throat make weird gulping noises.

Adolf was in absolutely no hurry, the eventual orgasm would cause pain to his tired sore balls, so he was going to get as much pleasure as possible first to reimburse himself for his pain before he finally fed his cum to this hungry pussy. Adolf was enjoying a rare day of being the dominant partner, meaning that Belzevelle had no right to rush him, she had to submit as he made the sex as long or short as he liked.

Adolf thrust deep and slow, one agonisingly slow thrust at a time with a good second of pause between each thrust. Belzevelle was going crazy with lust in her bondage, desperately horny for him, but Adolf showed no mercy, edging her along one slow thrust at a time.

"(gulp), Master, (gulp), you are making me crazy, (gulp)," Belzevelle choked out through her weird sexual throat noises.

"Just enjoy the ride submissive," Adolf told her dominantly.

"(gulp), Yes Master Adolf, (gulp)," Belzevelle groaned.

Adolf just enjoyed the desperate stimulation from the hungry alien pussy, savouring every weird and wonderful thing the vagina did to his dick in its desperate hunger for his cum. The wonderful stimulations felt so good that he had to slow down more and more to hold back his orgasm.

"(gulp), Master Adolf, (gulp), I want your cum so bad!", Belzevelle gulped at him in sexual dismay.

Adolf slowed down even more, ignoring her words, and groaned in wonderfully satisfied pleasure as he just basked in this ecstasy without release.

"(gulp), Master Adolf, (gulp), I will, (gulp), get you back, (gulp), for this torment, (gulp)," Belzevelle warned.

Adolf wisely sped up slightly, but still not enough for him to cum, going as slowly as he dared without earning Belzevelle's sadistic wrath.

"(gulp), thank you Master Adolf, (gulp)," Belzevelle thanked him with a gulping sexual groan.

Adolf just enjoyed the ride, pleasured so wonderfully by the sucking pulsating alien pussy, his dick in complete heaven.

He could feel her bound naked body squirming under him, feel every slimy slide of his penis in and out of her wonderfully weird pussy, could smell her fragrant hair, and taste her clean saliva on his mouth from her periodic passionate kisses.

Adolf made wonderful love to this woman he loved. She was in every respect his third wife after Wendy and Octavia, lacking only the legal paperwork to formalise this marriage union, and he loved her like only her husband could.

Adolf made slow tender love to his third wife Belzevelle, kissing her passionately as he slowly rubbed inside her as slowly as she would tolerate.

Belzevelle was a moaning gulping mess of desperate overwhelmed womanhood, so hungry for his dick but so utterly defeated by it.

Adolf pleasured his beloved for over an hour without yet cumming, stunning her into an eldar pleasure coma, her face orgasmic and eyes distant and unfocused.

The baby was starting to stir slightly at this point, and Adolf decided that it was time, and he sped up into the ravenously hungry pussy, his pleasure rising very very swiftly until the pleasure was almost agony.

Adolf flew high over the peak of inevitability, and moaned hoarsely in extreme orgasm, his cum disappearing down the ravenous maw of this hungry pussy. Followed almost immediately by extreme pain in his empty testicles!

Belzevelle climaxed so hard that she instantly fell unconscious, and it was quite some time before she was sitting untied and lucid again.

***…

Adolf felt a bit mean but also felt immense vindictive satisfaction as he placed energetically vibrating dildos on the floor around Octavia's cage just out of her reach, to torment her in her chastity and abstinence.

Octavia was going crazy in her handcuffs, reaching futilely with her legs through the bars at the vibrating dildos just beyond her reach.

Octavia was close to tears, but not quite there yet, so Adolf upped his game, putting on gloves, collecting Octavia's sadistic daemon possessed feather "Titillation", and placing the sadistic thing on the floor just out of her reach.

Octavia reached frantically for the feather with one leg after the other, twisting and squirming and thrashing, desperate to just even touch the daemon feather with even just the tip of her toe.

Octavia tried her absolute best, but the feather was simply beyond her reach no matter what she did, tormenting her horribly better than almost anything else could.

The sniffles soon started, becoming sobbing, then crying, then hard weeping, then broken bawling.

Adolf smiled in satisfied revenge, but he couldn't enjoy it for long before every Night Lord in the room ran over, enraged by the sound of a precious Sevenson woman bawling in distress.

"Do not speak to the Night Lords," Adolf commanded Octavia dominantly just before they arrived.

"Yes Master Adolf," Octavia wept in broken obedience.

The Night Lords arrived, glaring darkly at Octavia's cruel predicament.

"Do you need help Mistress Octavia?", the Night Lords asked.

Octavia didn't reply as ordered, and Adolf spoke.

"She is fine, Mistress Wendy ordered me to be dominant over Octavia today," Adolf said calmly, surprisingly unafraid in this situation.

The Night Lords paused at the mention of Mistress Wendy's order, just as Adolf had known they would.

"Vox Mistress Wendy to confirm the order," Adolf said calmly.

One of the Night Lords pressed on a small bead in his ear and did indeed vox Mistress Wendy to confirm her orders in this situation, Adolf waited patiently for him to finish.

The Night Lord spoke in a language Adolf didn't understand, talking to the vox bead in his ear, and finally finished the call.

"Mistress Wendy confirms the order and approves completely of how Mistress Octavia is being treated," the Night Lord said unhappily.

The other Night Lords nodded submissively, unhappy but too submissive to Mistress Wendy to disobey her will.

One of the Night Lords walked over to the daemon feather Octavia was reaching for anyway, as though planning to give her the feather she was obviously reaching for desperately.

"Do you mind?!, Kindly do not touch the set up of this abstinence taunting game!", Adolf protested, surprised by how confident he felt.

The Night Lord glared hatefully at Adolf, pausing just short of touching the feather, but not pulling back his hand, clearly about to give Octavia the feather and ruin the taunting game despite Adolf's protests.

Adolf's body suddenly moved against his will, his hip flicking femininely to one side, his posture becoming distinctively female, and held up his left hand and pointed a finger to the daemon ring on his finger.

Adolf's voice spoke dominantly and sultrily in the distinctive accent of Mistress Wendy.

"This is Wendy Sevenson, using Adolf's daemon ring to control his body from long distance. With my own ring I can see through Adolf's eyes, and hear with his ears whenever I choose to, I am looking right at YOU you naughty boy!", Adolf's voice said against his will.

The Night Lord flinched back immediately, his earlier attitude completely gone.

"How DARE you try to defy my will for Octavia to be tortured as Adolf's submissive by trying to give her that feather!, How DARE you!," Adolf's voice shouted severely in Mistress Wendy's accent.

"Is this a trick Adolf?", the Night Lord asked suspiciously.

A vox unit suddenly rang on a nearby table.

Another Night Lord hesitantly answered it, and put it on loudspeaker mode.

"This is no trick you NAUGHTY boy!, I am controlling Adolf remotely you submissive fool!", Mistress Wendy's voice shouted severely over the vox.

The Night Lord who had enraged her dropped down to his knees in programmed submission, utterly enslaved by his blood to this high ranking Sevenson woman.

Mistress Wendy hung up the vox on her end, and used Adolf to continue shouting sternly at the Night Lord for a while.

The Night Lords fled back to the bed as soon as Mistress Wendy let them, and Adolf's body turned to regard Octavia weeping in her cage in strict chastity and handcuffs.

Adolf's voice laughed in sadistic delight.

"I love it Adolf, you really impress me with your imagination here. I should let you be dominant over the girls more often," Adolf's voice said in cruel approval.

"I have to get back to the Matriarch now, just keep having fun," Adolf's voice said fondly, and Adolf was suddenly back in complete control of his body.

Octavia was still bawling brokenly in sexual frustration, but no one was coming to her rescue now, and Adolf pulled up a chair and just watched her suffer.

Octavia was still trying to reach the feather with her foot to no avail, looking at Adolf with tear filled pleading eyes.

"Please Master Adolf, please show mercy," Octavia begged in tears.

"Do you know why I am punishing you so hard today?", Adolf asked dominantly, knowing how to talk this way from so much experience being dominated by his dominatrix bedmates.

"No Master Adolf I don't," Octavia wept in reply.

"Because you have been tickling me so much," Adolf informed her.

"But Master Adolf, I tickle you every day," Octavia pleaded.

"You girls all tickle me every single day, even this morning in the bath, but that is not what I am talking about. You have been tickling me WAY worse than usual," Adolf informed her.

"But Master Adolf, I ENJOY tickling you, I love you, I tickle people I love, the more I love you the more I want to tickle you Master Adolf," Octavia explained in tears.

"You just don't stop, not when I weep like you are weeping now, you don't even stop when I laugh until I throw up!, Every day this week you have tickled me so much that I vomited, and you didn't even stop when I puked," Adolf accused.

"Yes Master Adolf, that was really REALLY sexy for me, I got such extreme pleasure from tickling you beyond your vomit, it was fantastic," Octavia sobbed honestly.

"It was torture for me, and not pleasurable torture, I HATED it!", Adolf angrily informed her.

"I am an extreme tickling sadist Master Adolf, extreme tickling is just my kink, everybody knows that," Octavia sobbed.

Adolf sighed.

"Look Octavia, I am an extremely patient man, I put up with a LOT from you three women without complaint, but even I have my limits. I already get excessively tickled every single day since I married Mistress Wendy and put on a ring with all of you, isn't my usual amount of tickling enough each day?, Must I suffer so much more the way you have been making me?", Adolf said reasonably.

"It isn't enough for me Master Adolf, I want more. You are hardly even ticklish compared to us girls, it is hard work milking enough laughter from you to satisfy me," Octavia sobbed, still in tears of abstinence.

"Excessive cruelty has a price Octavia. This right here is my revenge on you for being so cruel to me," Adolf informed her.

"But I can't stand this cruel chastity and abstinence, I am a creature of Blessed Slaanesh, I need sensation!", Octavia begged.

"You are not getting a single second of relief all day, I won't let you feel any pleasures," Adolf said firmly.

Octavia wailed in wretched horror.

Octavia immediately started bawling worse than ever.

"You have a way of obtaining mercy," Adolf offered her sternly but compassionately.

"What way Master Adolf?", Octavia asked desperately.

"A torture amnesty agreement," Adolf offered.

"No, I refuse to stop tickling you Master Adolf," Octavia sobbed flatly.

"You can still tickle me, just not abusive amounts," Adolf offered.

"But I LOVE tickling you abusive amounts Master Adolf!", Octavia protested.

"If you don't stop tickling me even after I puke then I will keep you caged without sensation all day every single time I am dominant over you," Adolf laid down an ultimatum.

Octavia wept and bawled in protest but amazingly did not yield, stubbornly refusing his offer even as she was tortured to tears with sensation abstinence.

"I will tickle you TWICE as hard next time Master Adolf!", Octavia sobbed angrily!

Adolf blanched at this threat!

"I won't give in," Adolf said fearfully.

"Neither shall I Master Adolf, I shall tickle you SO BAD in punishment for this!, The past was just fun tickles, but I will give you PUNISHMENT tickles!", Octavia bawled angrily.

Adolf was feeling justifiably alarmed now, this wasn't going at all the way he had hoped!

"You will break under my punishment tickles far sooner than I break from your abstinence torture Master Adolf," Octavia sobbed vindictively.

"Fuck!", Adolf exclaimed.

Adolf walked up to Octavia immediately and reached through the cage, tickling her naked ribs in reconciliation.

Octavia laughed in relief, like a drowning person suddenly given air, and she pushed eagerly into his stroking fingers, laughing hard.

Adolf tickled her for about a minute to let her recover a bit from the abstinence, and then withdrew his hands.

"Thank you Master Adolf, I needed that," Octavia sniffed, no longer in tears.

"Not going to… Punish, me are you?", Adolf asked hopefully.

"That all depends Master Adolf. Every action has it's price as you said. Be nice to me and I will be nice to you," Octavia sniffed.

"But you HAVE NOT been nice to me this week, that's what started this," Adolf reminded her.

"This week was just playful tickles, not nasty punishment tickles. I have never needed to punish you with punishment tickles, so you don't know how much worse it can get. I can make you wish you were never born if I actually PUNISHED you with my tickles," Octavia warned darkly, not even remembering to be submissive right now.

Adolf unlocked her cage and pulled her out, giving her handcuffed chastity belted body a cuddle on his lap in the chair.

"I just want you to stop short of making me vomit, it's not unreasonable," Adolf soothed her on his lap.

"It's unreasonable to me, I love you so stupidly much and I just want to express this love by tickling you beyond puking," Octavia replied seriously.

"Tickling me till I vomit and then tickling me even more is an act of love for you?", Adolf asked in surprise.

"Of COURSE it is Master Adolf, how can you even question it!?, I don't just go around tickling everyone till they puke you know, especially not doing it the hard long way with my fingers rather than using Titillation, do you have any idea how much hard work it is to tickle you till you vomit with my fingers!, I only put in that sort of effort for someone that I REALLY love!", Octavia exclaimed, sounding offended.

Adolf blinked at this, she was completely serious. Adolf sometimes wondered if he would ever understand the weird psychology of Slaanesh worshipping women, these batshit crazy women tortured you to the point of abuse as a tender gesture of romantic love rather than hate!

Adolf was genuinely touched in a weirded out sort of way, these Slaanesh worshipping women could do things so backwards sometimes.

"You tickled me half to death as a gesture of deep love?", Adolf asked unnecessarily.

Octavia nodded.

Adolf kissed her lips for a second, letting all of his hurt feelings flow out of his heart.

"I thought you tickled me like that because you hated me or had no regard for my wellbeing at all," Adolf admitted.

Octavia laughed incredulously.

"How could you possibly think that?", Octavia laughed.

"Because you didn't show any mercy and made me suffer so much, it felt like hateful abuse," Adolf explained.

Octavia looked at him like he was crazy.

"You Emperor worshipping people get such weird ideas sometimes," Octavia admitted as though Adolf was the one being weird and bizarre.

"You could have just told me that you deeply loved me without tickling me in bondage for hours each day," Adolf told her fondly.

"I express my love best with tickling, that's just how Blessed Slaanesh has wired my brain to work. Words without tickling are very shallow to my mind," Octavia explained calmly.

Adolf gave her ribs another minute long tickle in his lap, telling her that he loved her the entire time.

"Now THAT was really romantic, I genuinely felt loved," Octavia said tenderly when he stopped.

"I really do appreciate your love for me, honestly I do, but I can't cope with so much extra tickling, it is traumatic and making me feel angry," Adolf admitted.

"Then say your safe word when it gets too much Master Adolf, I will always stop if you say the safe word," Octavia suggested.

"Couldn't you just stop when I vomit?", Adolf suggested in return.

"I absolutely hate stopping at the puke, that's when it gets really good!, The "true" tickling only starts after the puke, when you know that your lover is "really" suffering," Octavia explained eagerly.

"You never tickled me this hard before," Adolf pointed out.

"I didn't love you this deeply before, Master Adolf, the more our relationship deepens the more I want to tickle the absolute shit out of you," Octavia explained.

Adolf shuddered with dread.

"Master Adolf, if you wish to be my lover then you are just going to have to find a way of enduring my extreme tickling sadism. This is my kink, it's how I make love and express romantic love. I use Titillation on Luke every night, on Mistress Wendy too. You don't know just how MERCIFULLY you are being treated by being spared the touch of Titillation, enduring just my fingers is nothing at all compared to how bad it can get with me," Octavia told him seriously.

Adolf gulped.

"It's not so bad, it won't kill you," Octavia reassured.

"And being locked in that cage won't kill you either," Adolf quipped.

"It won't kill me, but it does make me want to get revenge on you," Octavia pouted.

"So you can dish out tears but can't take tears yourself?", Adolf asked her.

"That's totally different, I NEED to tickle the shit out of lovers due to my kinks, you on the other hand have no kink for locking me in a cage, you were just being nasty on purpose. I am not just nasty on purpose like that," Octavia countered with surprising wisdom, Octavia was pretty dumb and didn't know much, but she sure knew a lot about kinky sex.

"You can cage me if you wish Master Adolf, but I am merely warning you that cruelty has its price," Octavia added submissively.

"Caging you won't break you into entering a torture amnesty agreement?", Adolf asked one last time.

"No Master Adolf, it will merely enrage me to torture you even harder. Nothing but the safe word can stop me from tickling you beyond puking Master Adolf," Octavia explained submissively.

Adolf felt a huge thrill of dread that made his face go pale.

"I tickle Belzevelle just as hard, she simply tickles me back twice as hard without complaining about it. You are perfectly entitled to tickle me in revenge as hard as you like Master Adolf, even with Titillation, I can take it," Octavia offered.

"I am not sure I can endure this long term," Adolf said fearfully.

"You have a choice Master Adolf, either stay in this kinky group marriage and endure everything we women do to you, or you can leave, escaping my tickles but also forfeiting all the sex, all the love, your marriage and a place in Mistress Wendy's bed. Which option do you choose Master Adolf?", Octavia asked him with surprising wisdom.

Adolf sighed.

"I choose to stay in the marriage and endure the damn tickles, of course I choose to stay," Adolf said with a sigh.

Octavia kissed him on the lips with genuine love.

Adolf found a key and unlocked Octavia's chastity, leaving her in only handcuffs, and sighed with sore testicles as he fucked her on a bondage bed in reconciliation after this brief lover's spat.

Adolf sighed to himself, why was it so hard to let his balls rest for even just one day?

***…

While Adolf Sevenson was having mostly positive bizarre happenstances in his kinky group marriage, Franklin Sevenson was having rather more negative bizarre marriage happenstances.

Franklin was currently fleeing naked down the hallway, with Violet's angry bird noises and crackling psychic lightning noises echoing threateningly from their room.

Violet was not pursuing Franklin, but had burned quite a few blackened shallow wide holes into the walls with her Slaaneshi witchcraft, Franklin not even having time to put on clothes before fleeing for his life after a racist thought about their egg.

Franklin was getting very annoyed by how often this had happened today, TigerLily's spell to control Violet's maternal instincts wasn't working!

"The spell is working fine, Violet deliberately missed you with her spells. Without me you would be dead right now," TigerLily's daemonic voice smirked telepathically in his head.

"Make Violet's madness disappear completely daemon!", Franklin angrily demanded at the empty air around him.

"No, I will not. I have already dampened the severity of her maternal instincts so that only the MOST disgusting racism towards your daughter will set Violet off, and even then Violet stays sane enough to deliberately miss you. It's a pretty low bar to avoid setting her off, you can do it if you try," TigerLily refused firmly.

Franklin started to protest.

"You imagine that I will feel SYMPATHY for you wanting to think disgustingly racist thoughts about my granddaughter, let me disabuse you of that very incorrect notion at once, I feel no sympathy whatsoever," TigerLily's voice snarled hatefully in his mind!

Franklin was shocked!, Why was TigerLily being so rude to him about this?

"Just learn to love and accept your own daughter you racist little turd!", TigerLily snapped at his mind.

Franklin could think of nothing diplomatic to say or think in reply, so said and thought nothing, heading to his nuns to get some clothes and sulk until Violet calmed down.

After a beating for being naked in public, Franklin was given clothes by his nuns and hesitantly returned to his wife fearfully, wanting to return to her.

Franklin kept his mind completely empty as he crept back to the room he shared with Violet, and hesitantly opened the door.

The room was the same as always, just with a makeshift "nest" of old torn pillows and other junk soft things set up in the middle of the room, the materials scavenged from the trash piles in the building. The nesting material was worn and decrepit, but was at least freshly cleaned, and inside this faded shabby nest of old soft junk sat the naked beautiful Violet, looking sexy as hell with her strikingly blue long feather hair and swollen breasts.

Violet's gorgeous face eyed Franklin coldly, not at all offering him a warm reception, but she did not attack him or turn hostile, tolerating him entering their room.

Franklin kept his mind completely empty of any thoughts, she was telepathic but could only read thoughts that he actually thought, with an empty mind she could read nothing.

Franklin entered the room but kept a respectful distance from Violet in her nest, fearing to get too close.

"Hello Violet," Franklin greeted her cautiously.

"Hello Master," Violet replied politely but coldly.

Franklin kept his mind completely empty of any thoughts, holding up his open palms in peace to his wife.

"Do not come anywhere near our egg Master," Violet warned threateningly.

Franklin backed away immediately.

"I won't hurt our… Egg," Franklin said very carefully.

"Why did you pause like that Master?", Violet demanded icily.

Franklin kept his thoughts blank, thinking nothing.

"Stop hiding your thoughts from me Master!", Violet demanded angrily.

"What should I be thinking wife?", Franklin asked placatingly.

"I want to see your thoughts to see if you are a threat to our egg!", Violet demanded.

"I have no intention of harming our egg", Franklin thought.

"You HATE our egg, you are hatefully racist against our egg!", Violet accused.

"Just because I am racist doesn't mean I will actually HURT our egg, plenty of racist people don't actually harm people inferior to them," Franklin attempted diplomatically.

"INFERIOR!", Violet snarled angrily.

"A hajsnip is also inferior to a human, but I have never attempted to harm one in my entire life," Franklin offered with his best effort at diplomacy.

Violet was angry but still wasn't attacking him, the talk about not wanting to harm their egg keeping her nonviolent.

"Our daughter is NOT inferior Master!", Violet snapped angrily.

"Not inferior to you Violet, that is very true, she is actually superior to you as she has slightly less mutated blood because only half of her blood comes from you," Franklin soothed Violet.

Violet calmed a bit from these extremely reasonable words, but still looked strangely angry for some unknown reason.

"I don't even kill YOU Violet, and you are VERY inferior. I will even less want to kill our daughter because she is less inferior than you," Franklin soothed his wife with flawless logic.

Violet calmed even more at these words, looking less homicidal now.

"Is there some sort of armoured incubator you could put our egg in to make it even more safe, like something that is bulletproof just in case?", Franklin wisely asked.

"One has been ordered Master, Mummy Wendy will bring it in here when it arrives," Violet said happily, approving of his words.

"That is good, the egg will be safe in there," Franklin soothed.

"You are just telling me what I want to hear Master, you don't actually care about keeping our egg safe at all," Violet accused suspiciously.

"Of course I care, I don't want my own wife to keep trying to kill me, I want to make you happy so that I can touch you again. I have a strong motivation to keep our egg safe to make you happy Violet," Franklin soothed her.

Violet blinked at Franklin's flawless logic.

"I am also curious to see what my daughter looks like when she is born, I can't satisfy this curiosity if she is dead now can I?", Franklin reassured her.

"I, erm, well I am pleased that you at least don't want to harm our egg Master," Violet allowed.

Franklin moved forward cautiously, desiring to touch his wife again.

"Stay back Master!," Violet warned.

Franklin backed away immediately.

"I just want to touch you," Franklin reassured.

"I am keeping our egg warm in her nest, that is more important than your desire to touch me Master," Violet replied coldly.

"You don't have to be so cold towards me Violet," Franklin complained.

"Oh dear, did I hurt your feelings or something?, Get over it," Violet mocked derisively.

"You don't have to be so rude Violet!", Franklin protested.

"I care far more about the safety and well-being of our egg than I do about manners or your feelings Master," Violet said flatly.

"Our egg is safe, I won't harm her," Franklin reassured his wife gently.

Violet calmed slightly at these words.

Franklin sat down on the floor in a show of peace, feeling a bit lonely without his wife.

"You will just have to get used to feeling lonely without me Master," Violet said firmly.

"Will you not ever let me touch you again Violet?, Hyacinth let Jack touch her when she had her egg," Franklin implored her.

"Jack LOVED their egg and would have died without hesitation to protect it!", Violet snapped.

"I would protect our egg from being harmed," Franklin began.

"No you wouldn't!, If one of your psycho nuns told you to smash our egg then you would without question!", Violet accused.

Franklin paused at this accusation, Violet was absolutely right, Franklin would have no choice but to obey.

Violet snarled at him threateningly.

A thought struck Franklin.

"What if the Matriarch was to order me not to harm our egg, that would outrank any order from my nuns," Franklin offered.

"Yes yes yes do it at once!", Violet exclaimed enthusiastically.

"I will contact the Matriarch with my psychic powers at once," Violet added, pink energy glowing around her head.

Franklin patiently waited for Violet to complete her unholy witchcraft, just wanting to bring some peace to his marriage.

"The Matriarch has agreed and is expecting you. Head up to the roof landing pad, a craft will be arriving soon to pick you up, go now," Violet informed him.

"What are you waiting for Master, go right now!", Violet demanded when he did not leave immediately.

Franklin reluctantly got up and left the room, eager to just placate his wife.

***…

Franklin felt strange standing before the Matriarch in her huge throne room in Low Commorragh, this was all happening so fast.

Franklin's mother Wendy was currently staring at him from some busy crowded staff area in the corner of the huge throne room, making Franklin feel shy, and about a thousand other people were also all looking at him right now.

The obscenely perverted naked body of the Sevenson Matriarch towered above him on a throne atop a huge ziggurat of steps, gazing down at him with interest.

"I am a busy daemon, too busy to say as much as I wish right now. Let's get this over with," the Matriarch said regretfully, as though resenting lacking the time to question Franklin in depth.

"Franklin Sevenson, I command you to never harm, kill or through inaction allow harm or death to your mutant offspring with Violet. I order you to protect your mutant offspring from harm, even from your nuns or your sister of battle Clementine, even protect with violence if necessary," the Matriarch commanded in a deliciously severe dominant tone.

Franklin felt himself submit unstoppably with programmed obedience to the Matriarch, unable to disobey, he was now completely safe around his egg.

The Matriarch then dismissed Franklin, returning to other business with other petitioners, and Franklin went over to see his mother Wendy.

"I need transport back home," Franklin told his mother without preamble.

"You can come home with me, I am leaving work soon. I just have to stop for over an hour to milk Belzevelle's boyfriend of sperm," Wendy said happily in her jaded Slaaneshi voice.

"Mother!, That's disgusting!", Franklin protested.

"It has to be done, Belzevelle is running low on stored sperm for her pregnancy," Wendy said defensively.

"Must you milk him yourself?!", Franklin protested.

"Yes actually, eldar males release far more sperm from vaginal intercourse than any other method of reaching ejaculation. I will get him to wear condoms and use my pussy to fill many condoms with his sperm," Wendy defended herself.

"That's disgusting!", Franklin protested.

"You don't have to watch, I am just telling you that there will be a delay in leaving," Wendy said unhappily.

Franklin sighed, his mother was such a slut!

***…

Franklin felt ashamed of his mother Wendy as they FINALLY headed home in a small shuttle through the web way and into orbit of Dark Tropic on a reentry trajectory.

Wendy wasn't saying much, just sitting quietly in her shameless dominatrix leathers holding a massive MASSIVE handful of soiled full condoms in her lap, the condoms all tied closed in knots to keep the sperm from leaking out!

Wendy had left the Matriarch shortly after Franklin had seen her, and Wendy had headed straight for the luxurious condo Belzevelle's parents lived in with Franklin accompanying her. Belzevelle's boyfriend, named "Arzurmor", lived with Belzevelle's parents, apparently excused of any dangerous duties to keep him alive as Belzevelle's "sperm donor", and Franklin's mother Wendy had immediately taken this Arzurmor into a bedroom with a big box of condoms!

Franklin had been embarrassed and ashamed sitting in the home of a xenos for over two hours as Wendy had extremely loud sex with Arzurmor, and had been even more embarrassed when she briefly left the bedroom to get even more condoms!

Arzurmor had filled an embarrassing number of condoms inside Wendy, apparently not minding "helping out" in this way in the least, and he had looked very disheveled and sexually satisfied when he finally emerged from the bedroom, proudly holding an arm around Wendy, with Wendy struggling to keep hold of a scary number of full soiled condoms!

Franklin was so ashamed of his mother, she had just cheated on her husband with a xenos man to obtain sperm for a xenos FEMALE that she also cheated on Adolf with!

Poor Adolf had such good grace dealing with the antics of his two wives Wendy and Octavia, the pair of shameless sluts seemed incapable of marital faithfulness!

Franklin sighed, his mother was such a harlot.

The small shuttle simply continued it's descent, with Wendy still not saying a word and avoiding eye contact with Franklin as though afraid of being criticised by him.

Franklin was tempted to criticise her just as she feared but saw no point, she wouldn't repent, merely get defensive and argue if he reprimanded her again.

The small shuttle was levelling out in its flight now, coming in to land soon, and Franklin and his mother Wendy got ready to depart.

The shuttle was only a tiny thing and easily fitted on the rooftop landing pad in a soft vertical landing. The doors at the rear of the shuttle went through an unlocking cycle, and after about a half minute they opened silently, revealing pitched black darkness beyond.

Wendy exited the shuttle carefully, making sure not to drop any of the excessive number of soiled condoms in her hands, and she stepped out into the darkness, her blasphemous glowing pink mark of Slaanesh on her face still visible in the darkness.

Franklin exited the shuttle out into the complete blackness of Dark Tropic outside, and couldn't see a thing except for the pink glow of his mother's Slaanesh mark. Franklin followed this pink light, walking very close to his mother, trying to perfectly follow her movements to avoid tripping on any hidden obstacles in the dark.

The glowing pink mark of Slaanesh was suddenly lost from view behind a curtain of thick hair, but reappeared again, his mother obviously turning her head about as she walked, and Franklin was extra careful to follow her.

The pink mark disappeared from view behind hair again, and Franklin felt himself suddenly blunder into a female body, knocking his mother over in the dark.

"Careful Franklin, you made me drop the condoms," Wendy complained from the ground.

Franklin blindly lowered a hand towards the glowing pink mark that periodically became visible from behind a mass of long brown hair, trying to help his mother up.

His hand suddenly seemed to become tightly enveloped in spongy soft warm skin, and his fingertips felt something hard, like a small rectangular plastic box or something?

Franklin moved his strangely enveloped hand around and his fingers brushed over warm metal keys, what felt like a purse of some sort, and even a cloth handkerchief?

Franklin curiously gripped the small plastic rectangular box and pulled his hand out of the strange place.

"That is my vox Franklin," Wendy said calmly.

"Oh?, Did my hand find its way into your bag mother?", Franklin asked curiously.

"No, I don't have a bag with me. Your hand was in my cleavage," Wendy explained calmly!

Franklin exclaimed in shock and handed back her vox blindly, finding his hand enveloped in the same soft warm spongy skin as before!

"Push it in deeper than that or it will fall out," Wendy complained when Franklin very suddenly removed his hand leaving the vox laying in the crease of her ridiculously large breasts!

Wendy tutted in annoyance and seemed to push the vox down between her breasts herself.

"I am so sorry mother!", Franklin exclaimed.

"I honestly don't mind you rummaging around in my cleavage for some item you need, just put them back properly when you are finished using them," Wendy said calmly as though nothing was wrong.

"I shall not touch your breasts mother!", Franklin squawked in shock.

"You are my child Franklin, I allow all of my children to rummage through my cleavage, your sister Bullwhip is always rummaging through my stuff to borrow things," Wendy explained calmly.

"You just let people put their hands between your breasts mother?!", Franklin asked in dismay.

"My cleavage is just my "handbag" where I keep everything, I let my own children rummage through my handbag but I don't let strangers go rummaging in there, they might steal stuff," Wendy explained, apparently down on the floor picking up condoms right now.

"That is obscenely sexual," Franklin complained.

"Oh Franklin, what is it with you and breasts?, They are very multipurpose body parts, not just sexual erogenous zones. They are useful for feeding babies, enhancing beauty, storing items between them, not just sexual play," Wendy laughed with slight exasperation.

"You and Octavia have deliberately enlarged your breasts for filthy sexual purposes, your breasts are unnaturally big and obscenely sexual mother!", Franklin countered her ridiculous argument.

It was still too dark to see anything except the glowing pink mark of Slaanesh, so Franklin couldn't see Wendy's face, but she seemed to be laughing.

"Oh Franklin," Wendy said, standing up in the dark, apparently having picked up all the condoms, "Franklin Franklin Franklin."

"It's true," Franklin accused.

"Actually Franklin, we got such big breasts to increase our beauty, it's not like you can do more sexual stuff with tits above a certain size, once they are big enough to titty-fuck a big dick between, any further size increase serves no sexual purpose. Our tits are WAY bigger than this size, because Octavia and I simply believe that massive boobs are very very beautiful," Wendy informed him.

Franklin was nonplussed to silence by these words, not sure what to say about this.

Wendy seemed to be walking again, her pink mark moving away, and Franklin hurried to follow lest he got lost in the dark.

"Wait Franklin, we are at the door, we have to wait for the airlock to cycle," Wendy said, standing still.

Franklin waited obediently, and soon a light became visible as a huge armoured door slid open, revealing a dimly lit airlock chamber. Franklin and Wendy entered the airlock and waited for the door to close to cycle the airlock again.

"Honestly Franklin it's not sexual to rummage through my cleavage for items, Ying rummages through Octavia's cleavage for items all the time," Wendy attempted.

"With a minor?!, That's unholy!", Franklin protested.

"It's not sexual for Slaanesh's sake!, I am trying to tell you that women in Sevenson culture store stuff in their cleavage like a handbag, and that close family members will sometimes pull items out to use, nothing sexual about it, just retrieving an item!", Wendy exclaimed, sounding like she was becoming exasperated.

The airlock cycled and opened, and Wendy walked out into the dimly lit interior of the building holding a massive handful of soiled condoms. Franklin continued to squabble with her about breasts as they walked, explaining that breasts should only be touched by husbands.

"You have sucked both my breasts, back when you were a baby, your mouth sucked my nipples, and that wasn't sexual," Wendy countered.

Franklin flinched back in disgust.

"I am your MOTHER, I suckled you with my tits, every single person was suckled by their mother as a baby, it's what mammals do as babies," Wendy reiterated.

"That's disgusting!", Franklin protested.

"You are being ridiculous Franklin," Wendy chided.

"Your nuns suckle their own babies," Wendy pointed out.

"That's different, they are chaste and pure, not sinful harlots," Franklin squabbled.

"Just because I have a very very active sex life doesn't make it wrong for me to suckle my own babies," Wendy argued.

"You admit that you are a sinful harlot," Franklin accused.

"Well yeah, I am a nymphomaniac and a polyamorous dominatrix, sexual excess is my entire thing," Wendy agreed with a laugh.

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?", Franklin asked her.

"I have done plenty of things that I regret during my over 300 years of life, but my sex life is not something that I regret. I am kinky and hyper sexual, and I enjoy it. My sexual partners all consent, stop slut shaming and kink shaming me," Wendy defended herself.

"You have sex with your own brother," Franklin accused.

"You wouldn't be born otherwise," Wendy laughed at him.

"It's wrong!", Franklin protested.

"Well you seem healthy enough, though sometimes I fear that you might have some form of autism," Wendy mused.

"I am not talking about health concerns, I am talking about sin!", Franklin argued.

"The only reason people get so upset about consensual incest between adults is because it leads to genetic diseases from inbreeding, that is what makes it bad," Wendy bickered back.

"I am only concerned with the sin," Franklin said stubbornly.

"I think you definitely have autism or something wrong with you from the incest," Wendy sighed to herself.

"Don't insult me mother!", Franklin protested.

"Ok I'll admit that the autism suggestion went too far, that orphanage didn't let your social skills develop properly, that doesn't mean you have autism, you are so messed up and I am making it worse. I'm sorry Franklin," Wendy reconciled.

"I don't want to argue with you mother. I know that turning away from sin isn't easy for you, but you have made some promising steps. Marrying an Emperor worshipping man, saving Temperis from starving under the Ork siege, you are doing some good and I am proud of you," Franklin reconciled in turn.

Wendy smiled, looking genuinely touched.

"You have been doing some great things yourself, requesting the Matriarch to give you an order to ensure that you can't hurt your daughter even if the nuns order you too, that was beautiful. I am so proud of you," Wendy encouraged, giving him a loving cuddle.

Franklin shifted in the cuddle as he felt the soiled condoms brush against his skin, ew!

The pair of them passed through the command centre in the switchback of corridors, pausing only briefly to greet various Night Lords, and then continued down the stairs, talking the entire time.

The pair had completely made up by the time they parted ways at Wendy's floor, and Franklin continued alone towards his room.

Franklin made a quick detour to inform his nuns that he was back home, (they were too busy with babies to really do anything to him), and he then cautiously returned to Violet in his room.

Violet was waiting for him in her nest, and was beaming at him with a giant warm smile?

"Thank you so so much sweet wonderful Master!", Violet exclaimed passionately.

"Can I touch you wife?", Franklin asked hesitantly.

"Yes yes of course Master, I read your mind, you can't harm our egg and have to protect her, you are most welcome in the nest now Master!", Violet said enthusiastically.

Franklin gratefully ran over and greeted Violet by groping her breasts all over…

Thinking about breasts reminded him of the incident with Wendy's breasts, he would need to repent to his wife for that!

Violet burst out laughing reading his mind.

"Oh Master you make me laugh, you are completely forgiven, it is fine," Violet laughed and kissed him on the lips lovingly.

Franklin apologised anyway, receiving yet more forgiveness, and he carefully climbed into the nest with Violet, desiring to touch her properly.

Violet shifted slightly to make room, and the mottled grey egg became visible hidden between her legs for warmth…

Franklin stared at the gross looking mutant egg, trying his best not to think anything racist about the inferior mutant abomination.

Violet slapped him across the face!

"I won't hurt her, no need to slap," Franklin promised her.

Violet calmed herself with effort at these words, and nodded softly.

Franklin reached down a hand and softly poked the egg with a finger.

Ew yuck!, Gross mutant egg!

Violet slapped him again!

Franklin sighed, navigating Violet's maternal instincts was surprisingly hard.

***…