Chapter 45(orphan)
The Nightmare Asylum hull was groaning terribly as it moved through raging warp storms in the great Immaterium, creaking and moaning with loud metallic sounds as the ferocious warp currents buffeted the Flickering Gellar Field.
The great pantheon of chaos gods was angry after the genocide of countless trillions of their worshippers on Lavender Furnace, TERRIBLY angry, and the warp currents mirrored their titanic discontent.
The inhabitants of Lavender Furnace had worshipped every chaos god and patron and power in existence as one huge warp pantheon, and every single one of these warp entities had drawn significant power from these countless trillions of worshippers. The act of killing all of these worshippers without replacing them had slightly but noticeably weakened the power sustenance of the entire pantheon, and the pantheon was NOT happy about it!
At present only Slaanesh wanted anything to do with the Sevensons after this debacle, and even Slaanesh was being somewhat lukewarm towards them. This was not a situation that boded well for their comfort in warp travel...
"(Squawk)... This is BAD! (Squawk)... Gods are... ANGRY!" Hyacinth squawked in fearful dismay as she fearfully snuggled naked in bed with her boyfriend Jack Sevenson.
"Yes mistress Hyacinth..." Jack agreed submissively, not sharing her fear but humouring her.
"(Squawk)... Why you... Not afraid?... (Squawk)," Hyacinth asked agitatedly.
"I thought I was going to die back on Lavender Furnace Mistress Hyacinth. Compared to that brightly lit hellhole a warp storm holds no terror for me," Jack replied calmly.
Hyacinth thought about this and nodded slightly, it made a certain sense on an emotional level.
"(Squawk)... Perhaps... (Squawk)... Perhaps you're... Right..." Hyacinth allowed softly.
The hull groaned loudly again, and Hyacinth fearfully snuggled closer into Jack's comfortingly muscular arms, she felt safe in those arms, or at least "safer" if still not actually safe.
Hyacinth forced her racing heart to calm down with effort, and deliberately relaxed her tense muscles.
Hyacinth nuzzled her burned mutated face against Jack's bulging chest muscles, breathing in the comforting intensely masculine smell of space marine sweat, and found it deeply soothing. The gods would calm down in time, and Slaanesh would at the very least make a halfhearted attempt to protect them from the warp storm... Maybe... Hopefully?
Hyacinth sighed a great big sigh and licked Jack's yummy manly chest with her tongue, enjoying the taste of his manly skin.
Jack moaned slightly from her licking, and she busied herself with exploring the contours of his chest with her tongue, delighting in the subtle differences in flavour.
Jack groaned and she felt his manhood start to swell against the skin of her leg. Hyacinth smiled slightly, she always felt so sexy when she gave him an erection.
Hyacinth cautiously accessed the warp, fearing the perils of the warp with the gods so mad at them, and drew on the bare minimum power required to cast a simple spell on the pleasure and pain centres of Jack's brain.
A soft pink glow formed around her head, and a moment later Jack was screaming in a combination of agony and orgasm at the same time, as she stimulated his neurones far more intensely than any physical touch could.
Hyacinth's lower body was then being repeatedly spurted with cum in a pulsing torrent from Jack's rather large penis!
"(Squawk)... Damn!... Forgot the... (Squawk)... Condom again!... The bedsheets!" Hyacinth exclaimed in dismay.
The spell still hadn't run it's preset time limit of affect, and Jack just kept screaming and spraying cum everywhere like a fire hose or something! Jack's space marine healing factor combined with a minor mutation from Slaanesh let him replenish his semen virtually as fast as he could spray it out, and it just kept spurting out uncontrollably!
Hyacinth was heavily sprayed with the sticky white substance and frantically scrambled out of bed to escape being utterly drenched in the stuff!
"(Squawk)... Ew!" Hyacinth complained as ropes of semen sluggishly drooped down her legs.
Jack just kept having an endless agony orgasm, hosing the fluid all over himself and the bed, drenching the sheets! Hyacinth found the whole spectacle so absurd that she was soon giggling uncontrollably.
After a few minutes the spell finally stopped, and the semen finally stopped spurting out. The mess was quite indescribable.
"Oh Mistress Hyacinth! That was fantastic!" Jack said in submissive worship.
"(Squawk)... I forgot... The condom!" Hyacinth exclaimed.
Jack looked down at the mess and then back at her sheepishly.
"(Squawk)... Clean up... This mess... (Squawk)... Naughty submissive boy!" Hyacinth squawked in her best attempt at a dominatrix voice.
Jack shuddered with delight and blissfully replied, "Yes Mistress Hyacinth", before then cleaning up and changing the sheets.
Hyacinth stood and waited dominantly for Jack to do these cleaning chores, she would have helped him but Jack liked to be made to do all the chores, he got off on it. Hyacinth was not the most naturally suited temperament for being a dominatrix, but she loved Jack and was trying her best to please him.
Jack wiped the worst of the cum off himself with a lot of rags, and completely changed the bedding. He then very humbly grovelled before Hyacinth with a bunch of warm wet rags to clean her up if she wished.
Hyacinth dominantly gave Jack permission to get her all cleaned up, and enjoyed the tender wash that followed, she felt so well taken care of!
The ship then loudly groaned again, and Hyacinth was unhappily jolted out of her happy distraction.
Hyacinth sighed and looked around her extremely sparse room. Most of her stuff was gone, dumped out an airlock to save weight on the ship. She had lost most of her furniture, a lot of her less sentimental plush toys, and even a large chunk of her clothes!
The room was large, as it was the personal quarters of the chief librarian of the ship, and the size of the room made the lack of belongings all the more noticeable. The only stuff that was really left in great quantity was all of Jack's ammo and battle gear, oh and also of course a Slaaneshi bondage dungeon, couldn't go without the essentials!
Hyacinth looked over to the corner of the bedroom where her precious egg was sitting in an incubator. Her little bundle of joy was perfectly safe and warm, but her natural maternal brooding instincts still compelled her to keep checking on it periodically.
Hyacinth hobbled over to the incubator, and slid her hand inside through one of the glass doors to stroke its hard mottled surface lovingly. The egg was warm against her skin, and Hyacinth felt a thrill of pleasure in her ovaries from the feeling of her egg touching her skin.
Hyacinth put her face against the open glass doorway of the incubator, and breathed in an intoxicating whiff of her egg. The smell of the pheromones it produced made Hyacinth's ovaries pulse with maternal pleasure, filling her with bliss.
Hyacinth sighed and closed up the incubator before the egg could get cold, and returned her attention to her grovelling submissive boyfriend. Slaanesh was still not entirely happy with the Sevensons at the moment, and it would be wise to improve Slaanesh's mood with as much lust as possible. The more sex the crew had, the quicker Slaanesh would forgive them. Hyacinth decided that she ought to get started making passionate lust with Jack just to be safe.
Hyacinth was feeling a bit apprehensive about using her psychic powers during sex at the moment, usually she just tortured his brain directly with her powers during sex, but with the gods so angry she opted for the much safer option of using conventional means of inflicting pain tonight.
Hyacinth hobbled over to the bondage toys, and Jack crawled naked after her excitedly. Hyacinth looked carefully at the items available, trying to decide what sadistic things she wanted to do to Jack.
She pulled out lightweight super high strength polymer chains designed to hold space marines, and methodically got the very eager Jack hogtied on the floor on his stomach with his legs spread, unable to move.
Hyacinth stepped a razor sharp taloned bird foot on Jack's bare ass cheek, and cruelly dug her sharp toe claws into his flesh, with a sadistic smile on her face that was mostly just for his benefit. Her claws slid deeply into his flesh, soaking her toes in blood.
Jack moaned orgasmically from the pain, and his flesh immediately started to heal around her claws. She just kept wiggling her claws, sawing into his flesh as he roared in orgasm.
Hyacinth struck a sexy pose with her naked burned body, and redoubled her efforts to inflict pain on her eager masochistic boyfriend.
"You are so sexy Mistress Hyacinth!" Jack exclaimed passionately at the sight of her deliberately sexy pose.
Hyacinth smiled delightedly at the praise, having her hot hunk of a boyfriend saying stuff like that always made her feel so special and loved.
Hyacinth unstuck her claws with difficulty, and limped over to her bondage toys, selecting a massive whip. Hyacinth then took careful aim... and...
Hyacinth accidentally whipped herself in the face!
Hyacinth squawked loudly in pain and dropped the whip, cursing her lack of coordination! Other women didn't have any difficulty whipping their boyfriends! What was wrong with her!
"Mistress?, are you ok?," Jack asked concerned.
"(Squawk)... I'm ok... Naughty boy..." Hyacinth replied as convincingly as she could.
Hyacinth put away the whip and tried a different tool.
Hyacinth now held a long carbon fibre implement with a weighted metal head, it was a tool used in an ancient sport she had read about, called "golf". According to her readings this implement was called a "golf club", and it was absolutely perfect for whacking your boyfriend in the testicles with maximum agony!
Hyacinth hobbled over to Jack, and carefully positioned the golf club between his legs.
Hyacinth gave a naughty smile and drew back the club...
WHACK!
She didn't miss that time...
After a good 30 minutes with the golf club, the floor under Jack was soaked with a growing puddle of semen, and Hyacinth was smiling proudly to herself, feeling so wonderfully pleased with herself for pleasuring Jack so much.
"(Squawk)... I love... You Jack..." Hyacinth said romantically in between hitting him in the balls.
"Oh my Mistress Hyacinth, I love you too! Oh Slaanesh yes that golf club feels fantastic!" Jack moaned in bliss.
Hyacinth beamed at him, feeling utterly sexy. This guy was going to get some damn good sadistic loving for being so sweet to her!
The golf club saw a lot of use that night, mostly it hit it's mark on Jack's testicles, but more than a few times the poorly coordinated Hyacinth missed her swings and fell over clumsily. Mishaps aside the pair of lovers had a wonderfully romantic time playing this erotic game, until eventually Hyacinth untied just enough of Jack to get him into the bed, this time with a massive condom on his giant member.
Hyacinth squawked loudly as she slid his colossal manhood into her single lower hole, oh Slaanesh it was frightfully uncomfortable!
Hyacinth was absolutely tiny in comparison to Jack, she was a woman of normal size trying to have sex with a giant chaos space marine. She was not even a quarter of his weight and always had to be "on top" when they had sex to avoid being squashed.
Oh dear Slaanesh his cock was TOO BIG! Her single lower hole was quite tender, and the giant penis was stretching her terribly!
Jack was still restrained, arms firmly chained behind his back, but his legs were unbound and his hips were energetically pumping upwards, making her bounce hard up and down on the monster cock!
Hyacinth held on for dear life as she was bounced hard up and down, the penis was slamming up inside her with every down bounce as her entire weight repeatedly came down on it! Oh Slaanesh it was too deep!
Hyacinth was making only unintelligible bird noises now as she was slammed down repeatedly on the giant flesh ram, it was almost driving the wind out of her lungs to have something so big and long ram so deep and hard inside her.
Hyacinth balanced herself and grabbed her own breasts, stimulating herself desperately to try to get an orgasm this time.
Jack moaned loudly at the sight of her touching herself like this, and bounced her all the harder until her squawks were a scream.
Hyacinth drew deeply on the terrible stretching pain, willing herself to get pleasure from it, and she felt her hole becoming more lubricated. It was agonising, but she was a Slaanesh worshipper, and agony was a friend to her ability to orgasm.
Hyacinths average sized burned breasts were bouncing crazily, her blue tinged nipples zipping around in crazy motions as she rode the bucking hips. Her face was contorted in pleasure and pain.
She was getting wetter and wetter, it was uncomfortable but also feeling good now. Her mutated clitoris was buried deep in her flesh, difficult to stimulate normally, but the rough pounding was vibrating her hidden clitoris so wonderfully!
The pleasure was growing, growing... GROWING!
She squawked like an entire aviary!
She was COMING!
YES!
YES!
OH SLAANESH YES!
The condom bulged inside her, Jack was coming too! The pair of them moaned and gasped as they climaxed in complete ecstatic bliss!
Hyacinth sighed in bliss, feeling wonderfully satisfied.
"Did you cum Mistress Hyacinth?," Jack asked hopefully, successful orgasm was rare for her.
Hyacinth nodded happily.
Jack gave a submissive cheer of happiness at the knowledge that he had made his dominatrix cum.
Hyacinth smiled warmly at him, his penis still deep inside her, and ran her hands over his yummy chest.
Jack was still restrained with his hands securely chained behind his back, and as completely submissive to her as any other male Sevenson was to a female Sevenson, and doubly submissive since Hyacinth was also his personal dominatrix lover.
Hyacinth could do whatever she liked to Jack, and he would take it like a subservient doormat. His body was hers to pleasure or torment as she saw fit, her property for as long as the relationship lasted!
Hyacinth grinned mischievously at the helpless hunky man between her legs, and explored the contours of his hard abdominal muscles with her hands. Oh Slaanesh he was so manly and gorgeous!
The muscles were hard as stone on her hands, not soft like a woman's body but hard as iron, solid and heavy. Hyacinth sighed loudly in bliss as she touched this astonishingly beautiful man, what a hunk!
Hyacinth leaned forward, his manhood still inside her, and erotically licked his chest all over in passionate ecstasy. Unlike Aunty Wendy, Hyacinth was heterosexual, and deeply appreciated the raw undiluted yumminess of the male body!
Oh Slaanesh yes!
Yes!
Hyacinth was cumming again!
Yes!
YES!
SQUAWK!
And she was then laying limply over his chest gasping with pleasure, oh by the gods it was so good!
CRASH!
"(Squawk)... What was that!" Hyacinth exclaimed in fright.
CRASH! THUMP! ZAP! BOOM!
"It's the Gellar field Mistress! Warp creatures are attacking the outside of the field! The gods despise us!" Jack said in manly alarm.
Hyacinth accessed the warp to check and was immediately targeted by the perils of the warp!
Hyacinth fought for her life in a psychic panic, only just deflecting the attack from what looked like an entire pack of flesh hounds of Khorne in the Immaterium, and frantically closed her mind off from the warp before they could rip her soul apart!
Hyacinth shrieked in trauma, blood pouring from her nose and eyes, she hadn't completely escaped unhurt, she had been non fatally psychically mauled!
Hyacinth was then flipped over as Jack got to his feet underneath her, sliding backwards off his penis as he leapt to his feet, flopping down hard on the bed mattress before she knew what was happening!
"Mistress please untie my arms, we are under attack!" Jack urged her.
Hyacinth was still dizzy and disoriented from the warp attack, and staggered clumsily as she looked for the key to his chains.
She found it moments later on the bedside table, and struggled to unlock his chains with trembling hands.
The locks clicked open and Jack tore out of the chains, running across the room to grab his bolter.
Jack loaded the bolter and rushed to get their egg out of the bulky incubator, transferring it to the heavily armoured and insulated emergency backpack carry box. He hoisted the box onto his back using the backpack straps, and then picked up Hyacinth and carried her over his shoulder like a piece of meat!
Before Hyacinth knew what was happening, Jack was running out of their home, still stark naked, and running through the ship!
Hyacinth was not wearing a thing, and her bare bum was pointing forward bent over his shoulder! She could only see what was behind him, and had no idea who was looking at her naked bum and lower hole right now!
Jack was running astonishingly fast, the air was blowing cold on her bum from the speed, giving her a chill!
Hyacinth blushed with embarrassment as she saw people she knew zipping past, some of them were gawking at her!
Hyacinth hid her face in embarrassment as the corridors became so crowded that Jack slowed to talk with fellow Night Lords about the situation.
"Damnation Jack! I did not need to see my sister's cunt!" Hyacinth heard her older half-brother Augusta roar harshly in disgust!
Hyacinth squawked in humiliation and reached a hand back to cover her lower hole, burning with shame.
Oh Slaanesh this was too much!
"Shut up, we were having sex and had no time to dress. Get over yourself." Jack angrily retorted.
"By the gods, she is burned to a crisp! I hadn't known the damage to her skin was THIS bad!" Another Night Lord said from the direction her bum was facing.
Hyacinth had never been so embarrassed in her entire life!
"Where's her second hole?, Does she shit out her pussy or is that her ass?," Another Night Lord asked in a far too loud whisper!
"(Squawk)... FUCK OFF... YOU CREEPS!... (Squawk)... Stop looking... At my ass!" Hyacinth shouted indignantly, finally having had enough of this.
"Yes Mistress Hyacinth," a chorus of Night Lord voices said in bitter unwilling obedience, unhappy to be bossed around by a female who wasn't as attractive as the usual sensual erotic goddesses who habitually bossed them around.
"(Squawk)... Just cause... I don't look... (Squawk)... Like an... Octavia or Wendy... (Squawk)... Doesn't mean... I don't... (Squawk)... Outrank you... Submissive SLAVES!" Hyacinth squawked dominantly in outrage.
"Yes MISTRESS Hyacinth," the boys said bitterly like whipped dogs, their submission instincts bending them miserably to the will of this Sevenson woman.
"(Squawk)... GOOD!... Now get... (Squawk)... Us to... The bridge!" Hyacinth ordered with authority.
"Yes Mistress, at once Mistress!" The boys said subserviently.
***...
The nuns flinched in disgust to see the sinful nether regions of the horrifying mutated burned bird psyker, on full display over the shoulder of an equally naked chaos space marine! They knew for a fact that the bird monster and the chaos space marine were not even married! How shameful!
The chaos space marine lowered the creature he laid in sin with to the floor, and the mutant abomination stood completely nude, not even a thread of clothing covering her horrifyingly burned deformed body! Revolting!
The thing was completely covered in burned scar tissue, it's scar tissue skin extremely pale with a slight blue tinge. It had no human hair, but instead had unholy mutant feathers in a bright crazy rainbow of different colours in all the places hair should be! It even had a little rainbow tuft of feathers where it's pubic hair should be, feathered eyebrows, and even the shaved "trunk" remains of feathers bristling from her armpits!
It's feet were not even human, but rather scaly ugly bird feet, with blood stained razor sharp talons like some carnivorous bird! Utterly unholy foul creature!
The nuns shied away in revulsion and hid behind Franklin as the blasphemous thing hobbled over to where Wendy sat in her wheelchair on the command bridge, feeling dirty just breathing the same air as it!
"(Squawk)... Status report?," the foul thing screeched at Wendy in an inhuman voice like a talking bird.
"The Gellar Field is under attack by daemons of Nurgle, Khorne, and even Tzeentch! Apart from Slaanesh the entire pantheon is trying to kill us! The Gellar Field is holding but I don't know how much longer, I need you to use your powers!" Wendy explained grimly in her beautiful highly feminine voice.
The nuns flinched in fear at these words and made the sign of the Emperor with their hands, invoking the Emperor fervently for deliverance from the horrors of the warp.
The bird heretic gave Wendy a pained look and squawked.
"(Squawk)... I just... Suffered the... (Squawk)... Perils of... The warp!... (Squawk)... Brain was... Almost fried!... (Squawk)... Can't use or... Will die!" The thing squawked horribly.
"Shit! Medic-sluts! Hyacinth needs immediate medical attention! I want this psyker battle ready ASAP!" Wendy shouted at her grovelling female servants.
The nuns sighed in relief as the sacrilegious bird creature was led away to the apothecarion, and returned their attention to the bridge of this defiled battleship.
It was a vast room they were in, just one of many rooms on many different floors, all crewed and dedicated to controlling and coordinating the massive battleship. This particular room had a vast open space with grovelling women and other heretics manning stations at control panels and cogitators, as Wendy arrogantly flogged them and bossed them around from her wheelchair.
Wendy was currently wearing a rather skimpy pink satin sleeping nightie, decorated with the words "Octavia's tickle slut" in elegant black letters on the fabric, and further decorated with little drawings of feathers in a pattern over the entire fabric. It was hardly the most appropriate outfit, but it was better than nudity and was at least proclaiming her faithfulness to her husband. Not like that disgraceful naked bird witch harlot!
Behind Wendy's wheelchair stood her husband Octavia, (Octavia had so far refused to change his name to something more masculine despite the best efforts of the nuns), and Octavia was wearing one of Franklin's spare robes as the only clothes in Wendy's home that were currently big enough to fit Wendy's burly husband.
Octavia was very well groomed, having recently waxed the body hair from his entire body and shaved his face excessively cleanly. He was also wearing makeup...
The nuns did their best to ignore Octavia's struggles with conforming to his biological gender, they were making slow progress getting him to conform, but at least he was no longer wearing perfume now, in time he would learn to be a real man.
The nuns flinched as the ship suddenly made more loud noises, and huddled tightly around the reassuring presence of the increasingly large and muscular Franklin. The boy was already as big as a man, and grew noticeably by each passing week.
"Champion Wendy, the Gellar Field is down to 85 percent remaining integrity!" A heretic woman reported urgently in a loud voice from a control panel she was manning.
"Damnation! That field has to last at least until the Cadia Gate! Evade the attacks slut!" Wendy shouted and flogged the subservient woman with a long conventional whip, not yet having a replacement daemon weapon.
The woman hissed softly with pain but replied, "Impossible to evade Champion, we are carrying far too much weight for evasive manoeuvres."
"Fuck! How much longer till we get to the Cadia Gate?!" Wendy demanded.
"The navigator isn't sure Champion, the astronomican is obscured by the storm, we won't know until we actually arrive at the Cadia Gate!" The heretic woman explained apologetically.
"Very well slut, continue on present course and keep me informed!" Wendy snapped grimly, as the ship made more loud noises of trauma. The ship was obviously in critical danger!
The entire ship groaned loudly in a deep sound of twisting metal, and alarms sounded.
"Gellar Field at 5 percent!" A heretic warned!
Sister Mary looked nervously at Franklin and felt a sudden thrill of inspiration.
"Franklin, calm down the warp storm with your saintly powers!" Sister Mary commanded urgently.
"Yes Sister Mary," Franklin said instantly.
Franklin's whole body then glowed with bright golden light.
In the blink of an eye, everything simply stopped. No more noise, no more tempest, no more danger...
Silence filled the bridge as Franklin's blinding light subsided, and the nuns and heretics alike gazed at Franklin in open mouthed awe.
"Franklin... How..." Wendy murmured in dumbfounded awe.
"Turn, all of you, turn from your sinful depraved ways and worship the Emperor. Harlots, murderers, homosexuals, incestuous freaks, heretics, even chaos champions, all humanity no matter what they have done can join the Painful Path and find forgiveness in the Emperor's sight!" Franklin proclaimed heroically in a divine angelic voice.
The heretical crew members murmured, and in ones and twos, then in dozens, a small fraction of the heretic crew on the bridge crept forward and fell to their knees at Franklin's feet, weeping in repentance at this awesome display of divine power!
Some of these heretics were actually repenting, it was a miracle!
***...
Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson was feeling deeply conflicted after the ship had safely entered the calm warp space of the Cadia Gate. The ship was safe, but only for as long as Franklin chose to maintain it, and that boy could be alarmingly fickle.
Even more disturbing was the fact that some female family members had converted to Franklin's psychotic cult of a religion! Slaanesh would not be pleased about this, Luke was not looking forward to trying to explain this to the Matriarch...
"LUKE! Why won't you play with me anymore!" Octavia whined loudly in a deep male voice, distracting his thoughts.
Luke frowned miserably at the man in Wendy's bed who was trying to initiate sex with him, Luke was heterosexual and Octavia's new body was SERIOUSLY ruining Luke's sex life!
Luke was currently in Wendy's bed, with Wendy and Octavia laying to either side of him. But instead of the usual fun torture threesome with the two hottest women on the ship, he had one FAR too eager man on one side, and a reluctant lesbian on the other side who wasn't in the mood without a woman present!
Luke froze in horror as Octavia licked the side of his face the way he had loved when she had her old body, and had to stop himself from ripping her head off her shoulders in a rage!
He had to remind himself that Octavia's new replacement female body was still being cloned, he needed to maintain the relationship in the meantime if he was to stay on romantic terms with Octavia and Wendy!
Luke very reluctantly started tickling the man who was licking his face, to make the licking stop if nothing else, and Octavia's male body erupted not in her usual sexy female laugh but in booming deep male laughter!
Luke cringed in disgust, by the gods this was awkward and unsettling!
Luke used only one hand to keep Octavia distracted, and with his free hand he eagerly pawed at the much more interesting Wendy.
Wendy barely reacted as Luke grabbed one of her massive bare breasts, looking bored. Luke tried tickling her, but after a brief squeal of laughter she slapped his hand away, saying that she wasn't in the mood.
Luke pressed his luck with Wendy, desperate to vent his blue balls, and she angrily crawled out of his reach in the giant bed.
"I said I'm not in the mood! Play with Octavia instead!" Wendy said angrily, putting her nightie back on.
Luke gazed at her in horror, and moved his gaze to the MAN who was eagerly trying to have sex with him!
Luke felt Octavia try to give him a hand job, and he just snapped and scrambled out of bed. Fuck this weird shit!
"Luke?, Come back. I want to suck you off." Octavia's deep masculine voice complained.
"Um, yeah I think that I have had enough sex for now... How much longer till you get your old body back?," Luke said quickly, wanting nothing to do with this situation.
Octavia pouted in a feminine way that in no way suited her current body, and Wendy glared at Luke, seeing right through his shallow motivations.
"Can we at least cuddle?," Octavia whined unhappily.
Wendy gave Luke a look that promised him that he wouldn't be welcome back in their bed when Octavia was a girl again if he denied Octavia's request to at least cuddle.
Luke nodded placatingly to Wendy, and with a heavy heart he agreed to cuddle with Octavia...
Luke felt awful as he cuddled naked in bed with a man, Octavia was WAY too into this cuddle.
Luke noticed with horror that Octavia's PENIS had a full erection from the cuddle! By all the hells!
"This is nice," Octavia said huskily, and softly rubbed her erection on his side in a lazy humping motion...
Luke looked at Wendy in painful dismay, gesturing for her to at least join the cuddle. Wendy nodded warily and crawled back over to snuggle against him, regrettably still wearing her nightie.
"At least she doesn't have her lust aura in this body," Wendy whispered in his ear as she snuggled.
Luke nodded decidedly at this one small mercy, Octavia's chaos gifts were female specific gifts, and became dormant when in a male body. It would have been a thousand times worse if the auras had been active!
"Challenge accepted." The voice of Slaanesh suddenly whispered mockingly in their minds...
"Oh Luke! Yes! I LOVE anal! Oh Wendy! Suck me just like that! Yes!" Octavia was suddenly moaning...
Luke and Wendy both roared with dismayed revulsion and fled away from Octavia's auras.
Luke picked the crippled Wendy up in his arms and the brother and sister fled into the ensuite bathroom and locked the doors, locking Octavia out.
*knock* *knock* "Hey you guys, let me in! Why am I locked out?," Octavia whined from the other side of the door.
Luke and Wendy looked at each other and Luke backed them away from the door, not wanting to get hit by the damn lust aura.
Octavia was still banging on the door, getting upset now.
"She will get tired and fall asleep eventually, then we can make a run for it," Wendy whispered grimly.
Luke nodded and sat Wendy down gently on a toilet seat.
"Damnation, I have Octavia's man shit all over my cock!" Luke cursed looking down at his naked body.
"Use the shower, we certainly have time. I wouldn't mind a shower myself, Octavia cummed on me earlier just before you arrived, I'm so sick of her cock, it never gives me a moments peace!" Wendy told him with a deep sigh.
Wendy pulled off her nightie and Luke carried her over to the shower.
The shower was hung with waterproof chains and handcuffs, set at the right height for the wrists of a woman with her arms raised as high as possible. Luke quickly got Wendy handcuffed, letting her dangle limply from her wrists.
Luke activated the shower, and adjusted the nozzle to spray all over Wendy. He only needed to clean his cock, (and maybe get the man saliva off his face too), so didn't need very much water spraying on himself.
Wendy was immediately completely shiny and slippery all over from the water spray, and at the mere sight of her massive shiny wet breasts Luke spurted out a bit of pre-cum.
Luke licked his lips hungrily at the sight of his naked sister, and hastily cleaned himself up and started running his hands all over his sexy younger sister.
Wendy giggled from his touch, very ticklish, and he soon had her laughing hard as he stroked her breasts all over.
Luke grinned affectionately and used a bar of soap to get her all cleaned up properly, running his hands all over her soapy slippery flesh, making her laugh uncontrollably.
"Oh Brother! You are so naughty!" Wendy squealed with laughter.
Luke smiled lustfully and inserted his finger in his little sister's pussy.
Wendy moaned and laughed, and he pressed his assault on her pussy without mercy.
CRASH!
The bathroom door smashed inwards off it's hinges.
Franklin stood in the doorway in front of the frantic Octavia, clearly having burst the door open for her, and behind Octavia stood the entire group of nuns. Luke's finger was still deeply and unsubtly inside Wendy...
Franklin saw what they were doing, and let out a feral roar of holy rage!
***...
