So, that act that Rosa must perform?
Well, early-on in this chapter she's going to do it for the first time in live-action, so just a head's up, if you don't like the idea, then ditch this story, you honestly won't get anything you like out of it. I wonder how many long-term readers of mine are going to be put off of my stories after reading this...hmm. Oh, also she does it again later on in much more detail and going way off the deep end.
So yeah, there's that.
Chapter 19
By the time the door finally opened, Rosa was about ready to smash her way out, and throw subtlety out the window.
Every moment she stood in the corner, her brain was running a thousand miles a minute. She knew of exactly what god she had just made a bargain with, Slaanesh, one of the gods on the 'do not touch' pile. There weren't actually many on that pile, but the Four Chaos Gods? They were right at the top, written multiple times in red, permanent ink and enchanted to flash every few seconds, because she was, in a word, terrified by them. But, at the same time, she understood completely that going back on a deal with them would be so hellishly stupid that to do so would be suicide in the simplest term.
That didn't mean she was entirely comfortable with what Slaanesh wanted her to do. Sure, she liked sex, she liked it a lot, and more than once she'd contemplated finding herself someone nice to spend a night with in Keishi. But that was just casual sex, what Slaanesh wanted, having sex with them, getting them to cum inside of her, then stabbing them in the heart, that was pretty extreme, and she was quite scared that when it came time to do it, she wouldn't be able to. But then, she thought about the man she had already killed.
If he were still alive...she would have done it to him. If she gagged him, tied him up, then woke him up and did what needed to be done...she could actually see herself doing that. And a part of her luxuriated in the thought, as much as she tried to push down on that. It seemed power was not the only thing Slaanesh had imparted upon her. Maybe the god knew that Rosa wasn't quite in the mindset of pinning men down, having her way with them, then plunging a dagger into their hearts at the peak of their copulation. She definitely felt more...well, open to the idea than she had any right to be, especially when it came to men she just didn't know nor care about.
Ignoring that, Rosa focused intently on the door as it swung open, revealing an individual dressed identically to how she was dressed. While she waited, Rosa had contemplated what she would do when the door opened. Her conclusion was simple, she would ambush them the instant they were out of line of sight of the corridor outside, knowing that it was such when the door was opened earlier to admit her interrogator. She had no idea if there were any secret codes to be exchanged, and had no desire to risk an alarm being raised before she could make it three steps, so by capturing a second person, she could control things a little more.
And so, when they took two steps into the door, and could no longer be seen by anyone not exceptionally well-placed, Rosa made her move, charging them and wrapping an arm around their neck, then coming to a stop with a twist, her other arm restraining their still-lax arms, her opponent having had no time to react to her motion. They did once she had already captured them, but by then, it was too late. Their throat was blocked by her choke-hold and no air could escape, and her other arm was strong enough to pin their arms flat by their sides, rendering them helpless.
Once they were unconscious, Rosa guided their fall to the ground. Briefly checking their pulse, she stripped them the same as she stripped her previous target, and it took little time for her to discover that, much like her previous target, the guard was a male. When she discovered the gender of her would-be captor, her abdomen flared with heat, and as she continued to strip the man down to nudity, she gnawed at her lip.
This was it, the best opportunity she could get to satisfy Slaanesh and buy herself another whole week to escape and establish herself and find a new male sacrifice. Looking upon his nude form, Rosa took ahold of him briefly and sent his unconscious body to the ritual pocket, then followed him in, her eyes closed as she tried to resolve herself for what she intended to do. In any kind of civilized society, what she was about to do was rape, plain and simple. But what kind of civilized society had deals made between mortals and gods that required sacrificing her partner during sex?
Thumbing the band of the black trouser-like clothes she was wearing and the underwear beneath, she slid them off, leaving her shoes as the only thing she was wearing from the waist down. Using said trousers, she bound the arms of the unconscious man together behind his back, then took out his own trousers and bound his head up, blindfolding him in a very crude fashion. The corpse of his co-worker was shoved off against one side of the now-dry ritual pocket, and she didn't want that to kill his arousal.
Using his shirt next, she wrapped up his legs, then stepped away from him to admire her handiwork. His head was well-covered even if it was crude, his arms were completely trapped and so were his legs, so he was now helpless before her. He was helpless beforehand as well, but tying him up would help her control him if he had abilities that he hadn't used before getting caught off-guard. Now all she had to do was get him to wake up, straddle him and have...sex with him.
Every time she thought about it, her mind created a paradox of feelings. She didn't want to do it, she knew it was wrong to do, but at the same time, she needed to do it, and she even wanted to do it in a primal, unconscious way. it was a battle of her conscious mind rebelling against rape, and her unconscious mind desiring to fuck the helpless man and satisfy herself. But, the simple fact was that she had to do it, or else she would be punished by Slaanesh for not following their agreed-upon terms, so despite her feelings, she mustered any thoughts that told her not to do it, locked them in a box, then proceeded.
Stepping back towards him, Rosa stepped them over him with one foot and lowered herself down to her knees, then sat back, sitting on his crotch and feeling his erection between her cheeks. She'd used a sleeper hold to put him out, and as far as she could recall, it would only put him under for a few minutes, so he should probably have already woken up. Deciding to test him, she rose her rear end a little then shimmied back to sit on his thighs, reaching with one hand to grasp ahold of his manhood and start stroking it.
The instant she touched it, she could feel the twitch that ran through his entire body, and she knew he was awake. Either that or he reacted to stimuli violently when asleep, but that was unlikely. Rubbing her thumb over the head of his penis, she slid her fingers down his flaccid shaft, clenching gently at the base before rising again and running her thumb in a circle over the end of his foreskin.
For a minute or so, she continued to pleasure him in that way, slowly and languidly stroking his erection as it grew within her grasp. She saw no need to give him real pleasure, but she couldn't really get a flaccid penis inside of herself easily, so spending a minute to fluff him up was fine. Raising herself up again, she moved forwards and used her hand to guide his shaft to her already-moist snatch, before sinking down and taking him inside of herself.
As she slid down his length, Rosa relished in the feeling of a cock inside of herself. She had touched herself a few times when she felt the urge and she felt safe, something she hadn't felt much until she had Vesna in her home with her, but it just didn't compare to a real male erection penetrating her pussy. Rolling her hips a little, she took him right to the base, enjoying the feeling of fullness as she clenched around him. Sure, she didn't care about his pleasure, but she 'liked' sex, in the same way an addict 'liked' what they were addicted to, and that was probably why Slaanesh had been the one to grab her instead of one of the other chaos gods, so taking her time and making sure she enjoyed the experience was fine by her.
Placing her hands on her unwilling partner's thighs, Rosa raised herself up, leaving just a small part of his cock inside before sliding down his length again, taking him almost to the base before lifting away again, eagerly impaling herself on his cock. After maybe a dozen or so cycles, she smirked widely when he thrust his hips up to meet her, evidently not pretending to be asleep and seeking his own pleasure. Maybe he thought if he fucked her she'd let her guard down and he could do something, but all he was doing was playing into her hands.
The sooner he came, the sooner he'd die, not that he knew that. Using her knees for support, Rosa took her hands away from his thighs and let him thrust upwards into her, enjoying the feeling as he fucked her from beneath. His abs rippled and thighs tensed with each thrust, his pace quickening as he enjoyed the activity even if it was rape. She understood, a clenching, eager pussy around his cock would naturally feel good despite the fact he obviously hadn't consented, so him doing that wasn't too surprising to her.
Placing her hands on his chest, she applied pressure and held him down, then began to earnestly fuck him, sliding up and down his shaft at a much faster pace. Each time she bottomed out, a grunt came from him at the same time as a wet smack announced their joining. Over and over again she took him all the way inside of herself, lowering her body closer to him to more easily thrust her hips downwards. Feeling his shaft twitching in a very tell-tale fashion, Rosa raised back up and began to bounce once again, whilst at the same time she extracted her dagger from her wrist and held it in both hands.
Then, with a noise akin to a grunt and a growl, he came, her lower lips kissing the base of his cock as she took him within herself all the way, relishing in the sensations, in the conquest, the power she held over him. Lost in that haze of pleasure, her eyes focused on the dagger in her hands, and she knew she had to stab now, whilst he was lost in a haze of lust the same way she had been. Grinding her teeth together, Rosa rolled her hips, the big, throbbing and enticing cock within her demanding her attention. She wanted more, she wanted sex, she wanted to fuck him over and over again until she was satisfied.
With those thoughts invading her mind, Rosa decisively jammed the dagger down into his heart, a convulsive spurt of semen being forced out of his shaft at the same time as her dagger pressed into his flesh. He jerked violently, his hips thrusting upwards and pressing against hers, a deep penetration that almost stymied her attempt to affix her lips around the dagger. Almost was the key word though as she slipped her lips over the tip and down the phallic handle, mimicking what she felt previously as she sucked on it like a straw, drawing out a power beyond her conscious comprehension which flowed into her body and settled in what felt like her stomach.
For a good minute at minimum, she straddled his dying body, each suck on the dagger being matched by a new spurt of semen as he disintegrated beneath her, until eventually, the only evidence that was left of the man she had sacrificed was the droplets of semen that were now dripping from between her legs and forming a small puddle on the ground beneath her, not even a drop of blood or sweat was left of him. Shivering in her lust-filled haze, Rosa reached down and rubbed her fingers across her lower lips, covered in the semen of a dead man, then curled them and thrust into her pussy, her mouth open in a silent cry and she quickly and vigorously fingered herself until she climaxed, a squirt of all-too-familiar fluids that coated her hand and wrist and left her laying on her side, remarkably satisfied.
Lowering a hand to her pussy again, Rosa curled a bowl in her fingers and inserted them into herself, relishing the pleasure as she scooped her fingers through her vagina, then withdrew them, a small little puddle of white semen captured by her fingers. Almost without thinking she placed her fingers against her lips and tipped her head back, swallowing down the collected cum thirstily and finding that she enjoyed it greatly, the ever-present warmth in her abdomen flashing with a wave of satisfaction before simmering down to a quiet burn that no longer intruded upon her thoughts quite as much as it had. With that, it was as if a veil had been lifted, and she properly comprehended what she had just done.
A moment later, she shuddered, understanding all-too-well that she was probably being used as sexual entertainment for Slaanesh. Sitting up, Rosa contemplated exactly what Slaanesh wanted with her, what the end-goal was. After only a little thought, Rosa felt that she had a pretty firm grasp on it. A hundred males, one a week, meant she was going to be having a hell of a lot of sex and would be taking a lot of creampies. She was also going to be doing a lot of sucking on a phallic object, and she knew enough of her history to recognize when she was being 'pavlov's dog'd. Slaanesh was undoubtedly trying to make her a more sexual person than she already was, and she'd proven she was already easy enough to push into having sex with a man she knew literally nothing about, then killing him.
Every drip of cum she felt from between her legs was a reminder of exactly what she had done, and of how easy it was for a chaos god to twist her in whatever way it desired. The worst part was that in her core, she couldn't say she didn't like it. Sex was an intimate part of her, there weren't words in any language to describe how she felt about sex, or at least none she could think of, and Slaanesh effectively training her to be more sexual spoke to a repressed part of her that just wanted to throw away all societal norms and fuck as many men as she could find before dying of sexually transmitted diseases.
She briefly glanced down at the slowly-building puddle beneath her, but she highly doubted that Slaanesh would be fucked up enough to leave that loophole open...hopefully.
After a few minutes of sitting down and resolutely not sparking her lust again by touching herself, Rosa finally felt ready.
She redressed, thankful that the clothes she'd used to bind up her sacrifice hadn't disappeared with him, though the shirt she'd used to bind his legs and the trousers binding his arms were soiled a little with his cum, but that was why she had spares. Then, she exited the ritual pocket and headed out the still-open door, peeking first to see if anyone noticed the issue. To her left and her right were blank walls, with no doors to speak of, and the right was a dead end after only a few meters anyway, dictating exactly which way she had to go.
Inspecting the door itself, she saw the rather obvious door handle, and it made her wonder if she could have just somehow opened the door from the inside. It didn't matter though, and just like the semen and pussy juices she could feel soaking the underwear she was wearing, she ignored that thought as she headed left and down the corridor. At the end, it only turned one way, and so she followed that way, looking for stairs, or windows, or any indication of a way out of wherever she was. After only a brief walk passing by two more doors which were utterly ignored, she turned a second corner and found a staircase directly before her.
The staircase itself had two figures dressed similarly to her, and as she approached, she clamped down hard on any fear that bubbled up. The two she could feel watched her approach, but said nothing as she passed between them and went up the staircase. At the top, she walked into the corridor directly ahead of her, and after reaching a t-junction, she looked left, then right. To her right, there was an actual, honest-to-deities window there.
Forcing herself to walk, she peered out and saw grass and trees and nature, pure and simple. Smiling behind the headgear she was wearing, Rosa debated smashing her way out, but no, she hadn't felt Vesna yet, and if she left and didn't recover him she would be pretty fucking upset with herself if he died or disappeared. So, despite her desire to just leave, she started to wander around, building a mental map of the complex she had found herself imprisoned within. The downstairs, which she mentally called the basement, was a simple corridor with two turns forming an n-shape, whereas the 'ground-floor' was much more complicated, with multitudes of wooden doors leading to places she wasn't sure about, since she didn't want to risk opening one and setting off an alarm if someone caught her.
Eventually though, after passing by at least a dozen other figures who didn't even give her a glance, she had it all mapped out, using the notepad and pens she still had in her inventory to make an actual map of the place. Using a rough estimation of scale, and marking each door, she roughly estimated what each room would be like, generalizing each one since she had no real idea what any of them would be shaped like. That left her with three options. She could open the upstairs doors and start investigating the rooms themselves, she could break out of there using one of the windows she'd found and make a break for it, or she could go downstairs and hope that Vesna was in one of the two other cells she'd passed by, just blocked from her detection somehow.
Wandering back towards the basement, she knew what her decision would be before she concretely said it to herself. Vesna was important to her, and in a place like this, having him watch her back would be immeasurably helpful, so she headed back down the steps from earlier. The two at the bottom had no time to see her as she ambushed them from behind, grabbing them both and choking them out.
A brief investigation, which meant she shoved her hand into their underwear, Rosa found that they were both also males, and despite her conscious brain telling her that it would be smarter to just kill them, something that previously she would have been wildly against, she instead put them both in her ritual pocket to 'deal with'. Taking off at a jog, she ran down the corridor right to the end to minimize the risk of being caught, then entered the pocket and hastily stripped the pair down, their clothes each taking up one slot in her inventory. She understood that killing them meant it'd be safer, but having two men she had no qualms sacrificing trapped in her ritual pocket would be really useful. Her horny side didn't even need to pipe in about it, she just understood it was best to treat them almost like a commodity, no matter how much it upset her.
She tied them both up with their own trousers, using their shirts to gag and blindfold them as best she could, before exiting the ritual pocket again and heading to one of the two closed doors. Fully alert, she shoved the first one open and inspected the room in an instant, finding it empty. She checked the corners closely, just to be sure, then moved on. The second room had the same treatment, she burst in suddenly, and upon assessing that there was nobody in there, she left the room with a sigh.
Vesna wasn't in any of the three rooms in the basement, so unless he was somehow in one of the rooms with wooden doors, which she thought highly unlikely, he probably wasn't being held in the same place as she was at all. Smart move, separating her from him completely, but for her, it was really fucking annoying, since it meant he could be absolutely anywhere, she had no idea how much time had passed after all.
Stomping back up the stairs, Rosa debated knocking everybody she could find out and taking them to the ritual pocket to interrogate. But it took time for her to knock them out, strip them down, tie their shirt and trousers around their head and arms, then come back out. Gnawing silently at her lip, Rosa clenched a fist, feeling the strength which did not belong to her, and decided to throw caution to the wind a little. Knocking every guard out was the safest option, but also time-consuming, and so, picking at random, Rosa opened one of the wooden doors, stopping in place like a statue as she took in the bunkbeds in the room within.
Most were occupied, and fortunately, they were sleeping or resting, the point was they weren't paying attention. Quietly, she closed the door again, taking her notepad out and putting the letters BB on the room, for Bunk-Beds, to tell herself that it was a room of bunks. Putting the notepad away again, Rosa asked herself inwardly how much time she had left before there was a shift change and someone noticed the missing guards to raise an alarm. Nobody had yet, but it hadn't even been ten minutes since she took them down.
This...espionage shit just wasn't for her, she didn't have the heart for creeping around and hoping nobody noticed anything amiss. Then, Rosa had a 'eureka!' moment, and opened her inventory. There was...nothing that said she couldn't store a person. The rules for her inventory clearly stated that any item she could carry unassisted could be stored. So, as long as she could carry a person unassisted, and she could, then surely she could store them. It also said nothing about unconsciousness, but she felt...undefinably odd when she thought about that, and chalked it up to the system subtly warning her that it wouldn't work.
But knocking someone out and then storing them in her inventory, that could work. Wandering further, Rosa found another guard after a minute of walking. She casually strode past them, then whirled around and grabbed ahold of them. As she choked them, she gave her inventory an attempt, and nothing happened. Unsurprised, she continued to choke them out, and as soon as they went lax, she attempted to put them in her inventory again. Her arm snapped towards her a little, and as she lowered both arms, she grinned in satisfaction. Her major concern was that so far, nobody had attacked her, so she didn't want her captives waking up and actually fighting her.
Turning about-face on her heel, Rosa walked back to the bunkroom, a devious idea on her mind. If it worked in the unconscious, then surely people who were asleep counted as well? Currently, she had 36 total inventory slots, one of which was taken up by her writing stuff. The second had the unconscious guard, which left 34 more slots for her to capture people in. She would leave the two already-captured people in her ritual pocket to deal with later, for now she wanted to get as many males as possible.
Entering the bunkroom, Rosa quietly walked to the nearest bunk, and inspected the sleeping person. Seeing that they were female, she looked at the one sleeping above, and upon identifying them as male, she gently pressed her finger against them, instantly sending them to her inventory in silence. The only marker of their disappearance was the covers above them which gently folded down.
Grinning widely, Rosa went through the entire room quietly, identifying sleeping males and giving them a poke. The room, at her count, had 36 bunks, in a 6x6 arrangement, 72 sleeping spots total. Most were inhabited, and before she'd even visited all the bunks, she had filled up her inventory, leaving a few bunks uninvestigated. As she exited, Rosa had to admit, she felt fucking ecstatic about having effectively over half a year of sacrifices to use, all of whom she had no qualms about sacrificing. They were all working for the same person and almost certainly cut from the same cloth as the one who had mutilated her shoulder, a grudge she still held quite close to her heart.
After exiting, Rosa began investigating the other rooms. Some were uninhabited offices, others were storage rooms, and there was one other bunkroom which was completely empty for some reason. After a close-call, where she almost opened a wooden door that opened from inside to admit the only figure who differed from the guard uniforms, a woman in a business-casual outfit who didn't even look at her as they passed by, Rosa decided that her luck was likely to run out very soon, and so she decided that she would make her great escape.
To do so, she had formulated a plan. She would go to a window, then from there enter her ritual pocket. Following that, she would interrogate the men in there and sacrifice them both, then do the same to two of the sleepers inside of her inventory. Once that was done, and it was a wicked waste to use effectively a full month of time up like that, she would head to the storage room marked on her map as having food and water, and she would load up as much as possible, since she had no idea how far from civilization she was.
Next was the massacre, where-by she would stab her dagger into the heart of every single sleeping person in the entire complex, then she would kill off as many guards as she could. The reason was simple, she wanted to make pursuit untenable, and the less guards available, the less they could send out after her. Plus, she wanted to test to see if a kill without sex would still absorb life force with her dagger or not.
As she walked into the basement, she amended that test and decided she would try it on one of the sleepers from her inventory first. If it worked, she'd risk it in the bunkroom, and would just try to stifle and screams or noise as best she could. It was grim, and fucked up, but she found she didn't much care, a startling but honest realization to come to. Before she'd been taken, she would have abhorred killing so rampantly, but now, she found that, whilst not something she was willing to do casually, she could understand that her actions weren't born out of malice or bloodlust, but out of pure necessity.
Once in position, Rosa prepared herself, then entered the ritual pocket. The two she had captured were both still roughly where she left them, but she had zero doubts that both were awake and fully prepared to pull something on her. Pre-emptively preventing any plans they prepared, Rosa moved over to one and grabbed ahold of him, choking him out. Once he was out, she took out her notepad and pens from her inventory and placed him inside, then turned her attention to the other captive, walking over to him as she spoke.
"Alright, here's the deal. You tell me where my bodyguard, Vesna is, when I ungag you. Scream and I slap you. Try to escape and I hurt you. Try to fight me and I cripple you. If you tell me, I'll pleasure you sexually as a reward. If you agree, spread your legs." The guard took less than a second to do so, prompting a smirk to appear on her face, not that he could see it. Bending her knees, Rosa grabbed ahold of the shirt on his head and yanked it off, amused when his eyes instantly focused on the dead guard. "He decided to play games with me, so I killed him. But, rest assured-" Rosa raised a hand to his cheek, forcing him to look at her as she leaned in and breathed her next words at him. "-I'll make it worth your while to talk."
Probably without meaning to, he glanced down at her chest, then back up to her eyes. When he spoke, he did so quietly. "I don't know who that is, but I do know where they take those they want to train into serving the organization." Smiling, Rosa placed a hand on his thigh, a scant inch from his manhood. "It's south of the capital, close to a place called Flallstead. I could-ahh-" He groaned in pleasure as her hand ghosted over his shaft and gently caressed his testicles, whilst she maintained eye contact encouragingly. "-I could guide you there." He finished, prompting her to raise her hand from his balls to grasp his cock, jerking him off gently.
"Good boy." She said with a happy tone, her hand bobbing up and down as she pleasured him. Leaning forwards, and wary of him trying to bite her or headbutt her, she kissed his lips, letting him press forwards a little and running her tongue over his lips before drawing back, a hint ooof what she wanted, then leaning further to whisper in his ear. "And do you know what good boys get?" She barely whispered, gently clenching his cock and earning herself a drawn-out groan and pleasure, her own cunt already wet as she continued. "They get rewarded."
Continuing to jerk him off, Rosa lowered herself down to come face-to-face with his crotch. Inwardly, she asked herself if what she was doing was a good idea. There was sex, then there was foreplay. But she liked the current narrative, unnecessary as it was, and so, Rosa leaned forwards and placed a delicate kiss on the tip of his cock whilst her hand squeezed and rose, his reaction to her actions being to shiver and groan in ecstasy.
Pulling down on his shaft, Rosa leaned forwards further, engulfing his head in her mouth and almost losing all of her self control as she tasted him. She had sucked dozens of cocks before in her previous life, it wasn't new to her. But this was different, it was worlds apart. In the same way as swallowing the semen from her first sacrifice was so different, tasting the pre-cum of her current victim almost drove her crazy with need.
Persevering in her current actions despite her cunt practically begging her that it wanted a cock right this moment, Rosa began to press forwards, her lips engulfing more of his shaft as her hand jerked off the base of his cock, until her lips met her fingers only a short distance from the base of his cock. She continued to shallowly jerk off the base of his cock as she rose back up, her lips around the rim of the head of his cock as her tongue swirled around in circles, then bobbing back down to kiss her fingers again. For the next few minutes, Rosa continued eagerly bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, enjoying his reactions and luxuriating in the taste of him.
In the back of her mind, she understood that she was becoming addicted to it, but that small part was utterly ignored in the face of lust. She had an amazing treat before her, and she was going to savor it. Rising up for a final time, Rosa planted her lips against his head again and sucked strongly, then pulled away from his head with a pop that jolted his entire body, his twitching cock held within her grasp as she began to languidly jerk him off. "I think my good boy is ready for his main prize."
Taking her hand away from his shaft, Rosa crossed her arms over and grabbed the hem of her clothes, raising them up and taking off her upperwear entirely, leaving her chest bare, which his eyes glued themselves to. Chuckling, Rosa turned and bent over, balancing on her knees as she pulled down her trousers and underwear, exposing her privates to him as she lifted her knees and removed her clothes entirely.
Now fully bared, she shook her ass from side to side, enticing him and fuelling his already-blazing arousal before turning around on all fours and crawling towards him, grabbing his ankles and gently pulling him to lay prone whereas before he rested against the wall. She knew, somewhere, that she was making a big mistake, that indulging as she was would only lead to bad things, but right now, she was horny as fuck, and she wanted a cock in her pussy badly. Leaning over him, she used only her lips to guide his cock back into her mouth, bobbing up and down his length a few more times whilst maintaining eye contact with him, then crawling up his body to position herself over him. "Does my good boy want his gift now?"
Evidently, the man was way too far gone for words in the lust he felt, since he simply rapidly nodded his head. "Then let me reward him." Taking his cock in one hand, Rosa guided it inside of herself, rocking back and taking his length inside of her pussy, amused at the thought that he was probably covering his cock in the cum from her previous partner. Bottoming out on him, Rosa leaned down, pressing herself flat against his body as she kissed him, lifting her hands to his face and making him open his jaw, then coaxing his tongue out to french-kiss him hungrily as her hands ghosted over his body possessively.
Rosa moaned as the man took initiative to push his hips up, coaxing her into bouncing up and down, whilst at the same time putting plenty of attention into lavishing his lips and tongue with attention. This...was dangerous, it was a sharp, powerful pleasure she could easily cut herself on. She wasn't ready to start fucking him properly, that was why she was kissing him, but he had pushed her a little, and she found she really, really liked it, being unready for fucking him. The thought that he was fucking another man's cum into her and using it as lube, that definitely didn't help with making her less out of control, neither did the kiss that was practically face-sex they were having.
All that combined meant that when she felt a pressure building within her at an alarming rate, she couldn't and definitely wouldn't control it. As that pressure built and she clenched around his shaft, she felt the meaty rod spearing her twitching, indicating his state as well. Now far too horny for anything else, Rosa leaned forwards a little, all but throwing her hips up and down to impale herself on him repeatedly, pressing her lips against his ear. "Cum in me, fuck me, knock me up, make my pussy yours." With those words, spoken almost like a spell, he erupted within her, blowing his load inside of her pussy as the same time as she forced her cunt down on his cock, reaching her own climax around him, and milking his cock eagerly.
Flexing her hand, Rosa summoned her dagger, and again, indecision struck her. She wanted this, she wanted to ride a man and claim his cock with her pussy, to make him blow his load into her and fuck her until she cried. After just a moment of hesitation, Rosa brought the dagger around and down into his heart, her head following it down as she sucked on the dagger with the same vigorousness as she sucked his cock. Almost by instinct, she didn't merely suck at the phallic handle, she bobbed up and down, licking and rubbing down the entire thing, fellating it as if it were a real cock, all the while her eyes stared at the man who had so many overlapping emotions on his face she couldn't understand but one, which was a lust so utterly overwhelming it radiated through his semen and into her womb.
Rosa ground her hips around as she sucked, luxuriating in every powerful spurt of cum. In the back of her mind, she understood that he shouldn't have had nearly as much cum available as he did, far more than her previous sacrifice had blown inside of her, and she found she didn't care. Whereas before, the sacrifice took about a minute to go from alive to dust, the one she was riding took far longer, trapped in a climax that dragged hers along with it the entire time. When he was finally done, Rosa's knees slid apart, her cunt and ass smacking the ground wetly as her legs were too weak to hold her up.
Reaching down, Rosa felt the flow of cum leaking out of her, and knew then something more was definitely happening. His balls were...average-ish as far as she could tell, there was no way he put that much cum inside of her. Looking between her legs, she was certain that some kind of fuckery was going on. Even if no cum had escaped from her previous activities, and some most certainly had, there was no way it amounted to the amount already on the floor, and there was plenty still leaking out of her.
Glancing around, Rosa opened her shop and used a few ritual points to purchase a candle with a rounded top. She plucked out the wick, then lifted herself up and put the candle between her legs, forcing it into her pussy like a dildo, eventually pushing it all the way inside and plugging her cunt full of cum. Looking at the cum that was puddled on the ground beneath her, Rosa stared at the floor intently, asking herself if she was really about to do what she wanted to do.
A few moments later, she crawled forwards, turned around and began to lap up cum off the floor eagerly like a dog, or more accurately a bitch. She reasoned that the floor was perfectly clean, maybe a bit sweaty or whatever but still acceptable, and with each lick, she swallowed down more liquid cum that fueled the fire within her and satisfied the ever-present arousal she felt. Lick after lick, at times placing her lips down and simply sucking up the semen where it pooled, Rosa made sure none of it was wasted, fully aware that she was utterly debasing herself, but nobody was around to witness her being a cum-slut, so why should she care?
When she was done, Rosa then used her hands to wipe any excess cum from her pussy and lapped that off her fingers, regretting the loss of the cum from earlier, almost all of which went to waste on the floor or on her underwear. When she realized that, Rosa fetched the underwear she'd been wearing, and used her tongue to clean any that was present, though most of it had leaked from her before she got dressed and was lost forever. Still, she felt happy enough that her pussy was still plugged full, and once she got a container for it, she could collect it and drink it all down-
Slapping herself as hard as she could, Rosa snapped herself out of her lust-fuelled fugue. She was just...so...horny, she wanted sex, and cum, and it was just so overwhelming, and she knew somehow this was exactly what Slaanesh wanted. Reaching down, Rosa inserted a finger into her pussy, feeling the flat base of the candle she'd crammed inside of herself. She rubbed her finger in circles around the bottom of the candle, her conscious mind begging her to pull it out even though she really didn't want to, losing all that cum would be heart-breaking.
And, despite what she knew and what she believed, Rosa simply closed her legs in grim satisfaction.
Okay, yes, I know.
Call me a nymphomaniac, because that isn't derogatory for me, I literally am. This is basically me if I could do what I want, and I had what I want. I am a horny bitch who likes cum, and that's bleeding over into what I write, sue me. If you don't like it, as I said in the opening author's note, you won't like what I'm doing.
Because trust me, despite the fact she knows it's playing right into what Slaanesh wants, Rosa is as horny as me, and she's just indulged abut as much as it's possible to indulge. But that doesn't mean she's suddenly brainless. When she's properly recovered, she's going to understand exactly how dangerous Slannesh is, and how avoiding falling for the traps laid for her is going to be really fucking hard considering every time she gets in the mood she goes crazy.
And yes, my writing is accurate regarding that. Personal anecdote: When horny, a wild Kaii will use any and every means necessary to get herself off. Such means include but are not limited to: Dildos, buttplugs, shampoo bottles, using shampoo as lube, doing amateur urethral insertion, using superglue to glue herself shut, etc.
...And yes, that last one is accurate, I did that...twice...and my lips...TMI? Probably TMI.