Chapter 7D
Colonel Otto Armstrong was fast asleep in his sleeping bag in the command bunker, it was blazing radioactive daylight outside and the enemy could not attack again before sundown. These regular hours were the only redeeming feature of this hellish combat zone.
The command bunker was little more than a roughly melted away cave with some armoured airlocks to keep the atmosphere in. The floor wasn't even flat nor level, it was a rushed and half assed job. Given it's purpose as a mostly temporary shelter from bombs and radiation, the bunker was as sufficient for its function.
The entire line of trenches had many bunkers, all of them connected together by crude tunnels with armoured airlock doors, making up a vast maze of tunnels underground. Behind the trench line was more lines of fully manned trenches they could fall back to and behind these trenches were the first of the subsurface laser batteries that constantly fired at every enemy ship in their firing arc.
These lasers had chaos daemons bound into them to control them so that the imperial forces could not (or to be more accurate WOULD NOT) use these weapons against the forces of chaos. The lasers were powered by standard deuterium fusion plasma generators, burning through the precious fuel at an alarming rate when firing. It was expensive but worth it for the damage it did to the enemy ships, the lasers alone had kept enough enemy spacecraft away to prevent the surface being completely overwhelmed with enemy ground forces.
The imperial guard controlled more than half the planet but they were suffering from logistical problems to capture the remaining chaos held section of the planet. The chaos laser batteries shot down imperial aircraft with impunity, annihilating any transport aircraft before they could deploy additional ground forces and viciously mauling ships in orbit that attempted drop pod tactics. This meant that the imperial guard reinforcements and supplies had to be dropped down on the other side of the curve of the planet and slog over the ground to get to the combat zone. This slowed them down.
Otto was just having a wonderful dream about his women when an alarm woke him up with its screaming siren.
Otto shot awake and scrambled to the night watch officer in the adjoining room to learn the situation.
"Report Captain Abernathy!" Otto yelled.
"Sir the troop bunker 3A is on fire, the temperature exceeds 1000 degrees Celsius!" Officer of the watch Captain Abernathy reported.
"Shit, how?" Otto asked.
The muffled sounds of gunfire that suddenly echoed through the armoured airlock doors seemed to answer the question.
"Shit da imperial guard have breeched us during da day! They must have used melta guns to melt through da ground iron! Dat is why it's so fuckin hot in there!" Otto shouted.
He grabbed a communicator and ordered all soldiers to expect enemy forces in the bunker complex. He shared the situation with the entire regiment so that they were informed of how to best carry out their duties. This was going to be a BAD day.
***...
Egg was cold, always so terribly cold, but she persisted in focus on her mind exercises. She had to master her powers as quickly as humanly possible now. Absolutely everything depended on her.
Over 5 million chaos soldiers were now dead or wounded, it was so horrible. Hapela Theta Rho 4 was being abandoned, the ground forces were desperately laying mines behind them to slow the enemy advance as they retreated with everything they could carry to the transport ships for evacuation.
That planet should have held out for months more than it did, the imperial guard had just been so aggressive in reckless advancing regardless of cost in lives. The speedy imperial victory had been paid for by an estimated 45 MILLION imperial guard lives. Egg was utterly shocked by the sheer callousness of the imperial generals to force their troops to take such high casualties just for a faster victory.
The surviving chaos forces would be evacuated to the remaining two contended planets to help provide further manpower to hold them from the enemy. They were losing this war.
With the loss of Hapela Theta Rho 4, the forces of chaos were now completely trapped inside this system, without Egg escape was impossible. If only she could master her powers enough to safely use them onboard the Nightmare Asylum then they could punch their way to safety.
Egg focused once again on the lump of iron in the target area of the complex psychic machinery she was hooked up to. She needed to mould it like clay in this highly controlled environment where her powers were safely limited.
A magenta glow shone around Eggs machine wrapped head as she opened her mind up to the tiny amount of the warp the machinery allowed and she felt the power surge into her effortlessly. Even with her powers limited she was awesomely powerful. The lump of iron rose up into the air and started to glow red hot as Egg directed warp energy into it, increasing the energy state of the cold iron until it was soft enough to mould easily.
Egg reached out with a gloved hand and warmed up her cold palms gloriously from the intense heat radiating from the red hot iron lump.
The energy obeyed the rules of thermodynamics, moving from the high energy concentration in the warp to the lower energy concentration of this cold room in real space, using Egg's highly psychic brain as a conduit. Like any energy moving from a high concentration to a lower concentration, this energy could be utilised to perform work as it was right now on the iron. This was the secret of all psykers, they were merely conduits connecting two different energy states to perform useful work.
The iron started to become fully liquid and Egg used the same warp energy to perform physical work on the liquid iron, easily working it into all sorts of different shapes as directed, heating up the room gloriously in the process with the intense heat of the iron.
Egg's concentration slipped and the iron evaporated into super hot gas and was gone, filling the atmosphere with very hot metallic gas that quickly cooled and oxidised into iron oxide rust particles. Egg sighed and was given a new lump of iron to start again.
The entire room was quickly overheated by repeated attempts until Egg was commanded by her tutors to stop before she got heat stroke. The hot room was vented to the rest of the city to share the precious heat and it gradually cooled down over a period of 15 minutes until it was relatively cool once more and safe to continue.
"Let's try something different, this heat is very useful for powering heat engines. Do you think that you can simply heat up lumps of iron we bring to you so that we can then take them away to use the heat to create steam to power a turbine?" The tutor asked her.
"Sure, that sounds easy enough." Egg agreed.
A much larger lump of cold iron was placed in the target area and Egg focused her powers once again. The lump instantly glowed bright orange and became soft from the heat and a lifting machine carefully scooped it up and carried it away out of the room. Egg laughed happily and eagerly heated up the next block.
"This is so easy!" Egg exclaimed happily.
For 30 minutes she continually heated up steadily bigger lumps of iron, the room got so hot that even with icy air blowing on her she had to stop after 30 minutes. She was directed to a monitor and saw footage of her hot iron lumps boiling an impressive amount of steam in a turbine with glass viewing ports to show the effects. The turbine seemed to be generating a reasonable amount of electricity.
Egg was deeply encouraged, she was having a very real effect on the power crisis, generating actual electricity without consuming any finite fuel supplies! If she kept this up then she could single handedly provide all the electricity they would ever need! Egg jumped up and down with excitement.
Her head machinery was carefully replaced by her standard psychic nullifying helmet and she was led away from the uncomfortably hot room to the icy cold halls and rooms of another part of the underground city.
"Can I keep doing this? I want to try something really REALLY big, like a bit of iron the size of a cathedral!" Egg asked excitedly.
Her tutors laughed, "a cathedral princess? That might be a tad too large to use in the boiler. At any rate you still need to work on your other mind exercises to master your powers as soon as possible. If you win this war then you will have all the time in the world afterwards to heat up iron."
Egg nodded disappointed but understanding.
***...
Night Lords Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson snarled in his terminator armour as he ripped apart yet another loyalist space marine with his lightning claw, this one from the White Scars chapter. The loyalist scum were getting very bold in their attacks recently.
Luke tore out the loyalist's gene seeds from the body and handed them to a cowering servant to take to the apothecary to make more chaos space marines with them. No use wasting precious gene seeds.
Luke was on board his flagship the "Nightmare Asylum" and a vicious space battle was taking place against the imperial lapdog fleet.
All around him were dead bodies and damage from the ongoing fighting as loyalist space marine boarding parties tried to capture his flagship. Luke himself was an unstoppable killing machine when cornered like this, his usual sneaky self preserving nature abandoned since he had no where to flee. He had slaughtered scores of loyalist space marines with his own claw and combi-bolter, ripping them apart on the ship's bridge.
All around Luke were his Royal family space marines, all brothers or nephews or great nephews of his. Everyone was his blood relative, a member of his ruling dynasty. They were all bloody but defiant as they grabbed more ammunition from cowering servants and prepared for another attack.
The Nightmare Asylum was currently in geostationary orbit around Hapela Theta Rho 4, evacuating survivors from the planet as the imperial ships tried to stop him. Laser batteries on the ground that had yet to fall to the ground forces were still firing savagely at the imperial ships all around the Nightmare Asylum, offering much needed help in battle with the last scraps of power in their battery banks after having all deuterium reclaimed from their fuel tanks by evacuating ground forces. The battery power would soon be exhausted, but until then the lasers would keep firing.
Another White Scars strike cruiser disengaged, heavily damaged from the ground based laser batteries, the imperial ships were getting badly mauled in their eagerness to try to board the chaos flagship.
The fighting on board was really vicious, with evacuated ground forces joining the fighting as soon as their transport ships docked, facing off against deadly loyalist space marines and storm troopers. Thousands were dead, probably tens of thousands, the elite imperial troops were causing extremely heavy casualties. TigerLily was already detecting more assassins infiltrating the ship and was hunting them down ruthlessly with the help of a squad of 20 space marine neophytes.
The fire alarm sounded as the boarding party set yet more raging fires all across the ship, they were sticking bombs to the oxygen pipes to create some truly impressive fires, making much of the ship a blazing inferno.
Civilian and slave crew members were desperately using fire extinguishers and fire hoses to put out these fires and the situation was getting desperate.
Luke sighed with relief as the last 40 transport shuttles returned to the Nightmare Asylum with the very last of the ground forces.
"Get us the fuck out of here! Rendezvous with the fleet around the third planet!" Luke bellowed at his bridge crew.
The bridge crew frantically obeyed and gunned the engines at full power to achieve a fast as possible intercept orbit with the third planet. The entire ship cheered as the daemon possessed ground lasers used the very last scraps of their power to disrupt the pursuit, letting the flagship escape cleanly without further attack.
For many hours the battles continued onboard, the boarding parties were not giving up without a fight. TigerLily unerringly sniffed out every hidden assassin and other infiltrator, capturing them alive in stasis fields as much as possible to torture later for information (and for fun.).
The loyalist space marines held out the longest, not even stopping after running out of ammunition but going on fighting with combat knives. Luke personally had to lead the attack to kill these dangerous foes, they were extremely difficult to kill without ripping them apart with a lightning claw or burning them to ashes with a melta gun.
After taking terrible wounds Luke finally killed the last of the space marines, he had a power sword embedded in his abdomen that needed to be removed surgically, stuck fast as it was to his roasted flesh. Luke staggered from the terrible wound but stayed on his feet.
A normal man would have been killed from this injury, but Luke's space marine biology was merely slightly weakened by the terrible damage. It still hurt like a motherfucker Luke thought to himself.
"You ok great uncle? That looks like it might sting a bit." Space Marine Sherman Sevenson asked with vague concern.
"No, I have a fucking sword stuck in my guts, of course I am not ok! Get me to a hospital genius!" Luke snarled at his moron of a nephew.
"Um sure thing great uncle Luke, you just let us carry you or something, the girls will have you patched up in no time." Sherman replied helpfully.
Luke sighed as his stupid male relatives carried him to the Royal family hospital to be cared for by his much smarter female relatives. His crèche sisters and their daughters had been given the highest education available in useful civilian roles such as medicine, and acted as the civilian arm of the Sevenson dynasty. They had performed microsurgery on Luke and the other space marines many times and had a vested interest in keeping Luke alive and well to protect their own positions of power. Luke trusted these women relatives with his life.
Luke groaned in pain with every slight bump as 6 space marines carried his heavy and armoured body to the hospital and moaned as the morons plonked him down on the floor in front of his alarmed looking crèche sisters.
The hospital was very clean and brightly lit, and fully staffed with the best doctors and nurses money could buy. His female relatives quickly got the sword out of his guts and sedated him to undergo major surgery.
***...
Luke awoke to find his ex wife TigerLily the daemon princess of Tzeentch singing songs in some ancient earth language that Luke was supernaturally able to understand, knowing her it was probably something really obscure.
"And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours." TigerLily sang.
"Ugh what the crap are you singing?" Luke asked irritably.
"I'm singing 'the rains of Castamere' by George R R Martin from his book 'a storm of swords' from the early 21st century terra". TigerLily said happily.
"Why are you singing obscure ancient songs?" Luke asked.
"Because I can, one of the perks of being a daemon princess of Tzeentch is access to his knowledge of billions of years of obscure long dead information, I find it quaint." TigerLily smirked.
"You are such a dork." Luke chuckled.
"Who are you, Luke Sevenson, that I should bow so low?
You are merely flesh and blood, I'm a daemon prince you know.
I am high and I am strong, exalted for all time.
But never fear my little lord, I still stand by your side.
And when your dead ten thousand years and I still on endure, I'll sing a song to remember you my dearest ex husband." TigerLily sang in the same tune.
"Really?" Luke asked in surprise.
"Yeah of course my love, the relationship wasn't all lies. I did love you in my own dysfunctional way, I have never loved anyone the way I loved you and I still am very fond of you." TigerLily told him.
"Lies, what are you really up to and why are you here!" Luke demanded.
"I told her to be here, you need to be protected against assassins." The voice of his eldest sister Macy Sevenson said from the other side of his bed.
"And it wasn't all lies, I did really enjoy the sex especially." TigerLily added with a wink.
Luke sighed, he had extremely complicated feelings about TigerLily and he didn't trust her. She would turn on him completely on a whim and was completely unreliable as a bodyguard. In fact he was surprised that she hadn't already murdered him.
"That is only slightly true Luke, I certainly won't kill you nor through inaction allow you to be killed. I WILL turn on you from time to time, but not in a lethal way and not without some reason. The world is more interesting to me with you in it, I would be bored if you died." TigerLily said in response to his thoughts.
"Do you swear by Tzeentch that you will not kill me nor through inaction allow me to be killed?" Luke demanded.
"No of course not! That would be too restrictive! Especially the second clause would be horrible for you, being kept alive forever in some vegetative state like the emperor! I won't do that to you beloved." TigerLily exclaimed.
Luke shuddered at the mere thought and dropped the whole subject.
***...
TigerLily the Daemon Princess of Tzeentch looked at her mortal ex husband Luke in amusement, he had tubes sticking out of him, it was hilarious! She was fighting to keep from laughing at his horrible injuries, it was just so FUNNY seeing someone she supposedly loved in intensive care in terrible pain!
TigerLily hummed happily, singing more obscure songs. She especially liked songs that had a theme of deadly treachery if taken in the correct context. TigerLily would gleefully betray Luke at the funniest possible moments but she had been telling the truth about not wanting him dead. The truth was that TigerLily did feel something akin to love for Luke, she had been madly in love with him once and truth be told some of this feeling still lingered.
TigerLily was completely without conscience, but she wasn't without emotion and affection. She was still capable of feeling an amoral form of love, not a healthy caring about the other person's wellbeing but some grain of real feeling that would stop her short of killing. TigerLily loved a tiny number of people and fortunately for Luke he was one of that number.
"Where are we?" Luke asked, referring to the ship's position in space.
"A few days away from the halfway point to the 3rd planet, you were in surgery for over a week." Macy replied gently.
"Fuck! What has Wendy done to my fleet when I was out!" Luke demanded in alarm.
"Nothing, calm down, your standing orders were followed." Macy reassured him.
Luke demanded to be put in contact with his command at once and Macy reluctantly agreed.
"The fates around you are hilarious ex husband, in some possible futures you are force fed your own genitalia." TigerLily told him with a giggle just to bait him.
"Get the fuck away from me!" Luke demanded.
TigerLily snickered and stepped outside, eager to spread mischief elsewhere. Life really was wonderful.
***...
Egg Sevenson cuddled with her crèche for warmth, trying to sleep in the freezing cold room. They were all rugged up in thick clothes and under heavy blankets but even still they were cold.
The planet was completely devoid of any kind of natural heat and the iron was sub zero all the way to it's core. No matter how much heat the melta guns shot into the iron, it all seeped away over time, absorbed by the surrounding cold iron. Even the constant nuclear bombardment that made the surface glow red hot was barely having any effect on warming up the cold interior of the planet. It just had too much cold locked inside it to warm up on a reasonable human timescale even with the cyclonic torpedoes.
Egg could see her breath even under the blanket, the cold was absolute. Egg snuggled even closer to Mandy and Mandy shivered.
"This is ridiculous! Can't you warm up the room Egg?" Mandy asked desperately.
"I wish I could! This stupid helmet is so restrictive!" Egg replied through chattering teeth.
"I have been too cold to even have sex with my husband!" Liling added miserably.
"What about me having to breastfeed, my tits are like blocks of ice!" Violet piped in.
Violet's baby Patrick started cheeping from the middle of the huddle, woken up by the noise. He sounded cold too.
The entire crèche was sick of this miserable cold place, the power rationing was becoming more draconian by the day. Almost all heating was now turned off and the only heat available was waste heat from the power generators or from the melta guns carving out ever deeper levels for Egg to be moved to.
Egg was now a staggering 100 kilometres down below the surface and it was getting colder as they got further away from the red hot surface. It was getting ever harder to retain heat at these depths, the surrounding iron was ravenously hungry for every last joule of heat.
"I have had enough of this! Give us some fucking heat for Slaanesh's sake!" Mandy whined miserably.
The 4 girls kept making a racket until Augusta got up from his freezing room to investigate. Followed by mum and Wendy.
"We are COLD!" The girls screamed in unison at the other 3.
"I'm cold too! Everyone is cold, get used to it!" Wendy retorted through chattering teeth.
"I'm not cold, I'm actually quite comfortable." Augusta said, standing half naked and completely unbothered by the cold.
The females all glared at the young space marine and told him to shut up. The girls of the crèche were on the verge of rioting from the bitter cold.
"Get us some fucking heat right now, I will make up for the power lost myself!" Egg exclaimed frozen.
Wendy looked long and hard at the slightly blue with cold princess and sighed.
"Can't you just use Augusta for warmth?" Wendy asked.
"He STINKS! I can't sleep in contact with that stench!" Egg insisted.
"Augusta this is getting ridiculous, I want you to wash right now and then keep the girls warm." Wendy ordered.
"No I don't want to, I don't feel like washing." Augusta said stubbornly.
"EXCUSE ME?! Did you just defy me! With your father in hospital I am chaos lord until Egg comes of age. Do you think that your stubbornness is more important than your sister dying of cold?" Wendy raged at him.
"Just turn on a heater you tight ass!" Augusta spat back venomously.
"Yeah turn on a heater! If you take off my helmet I will warm the entire city up right now for free!" Egg offered.
Wendy looked at the defiant crèche members and paused. She wasn't stupid and needed their goodwill when Egg came of age one day.
"Fine, I will get a heater for you, just this one time." Wendy said with a sigh.
The girls cheered and watched as a freezing looking teenage slave carried a heavy heater into the room and plugged it into a power cable. The room instantly flooded with delicious warmth and the slave frantically warmed himself up until Wendy shouted at him to leave. Egg grabbed the slave by the hand and insisted that he stay in the room with them.
"Fine but get him to use a condom", Wendy grumbled and led mum back to Wendy's bedroom by the hand, presumably to fuck her. Mum looked jealously at the heater but obediently accompanied Wendy back to their freezing cold bedroom.
"I'm out of here too, I prefer the cold. You slave, if you hurt my crèche sisters I will beat you to death with my bare hands and eat your body!" Augusta warned with psychotic certainty.
The slave gulped fearfully and Egg led him by the hand to sit in front of the heater in the middle of the group of high ranking crèche girls.
The boy was absolutely frozen and shivered violently even in front of the heater, he obviously had the beginning of hypothermia and was not well. In fact he looked like he might die soon from the cold if Egg hadn't rescued him.
Egg was concerned about the nameless slave boy but she needed to also warm herself up. She closed all the doors to trap in as much heat as possible and draped some blankets over the icy iron walls to provide some insulation before snuggling in with her crèche sisters in front of the heater.
Egg sighed with bliss as the heat penetrated her cold clothes and she started to strip to feel the heat directly on her bare skin. It felt GLORIOUS!
Egg's sisters likewise stripped naked and sat on a thick mattress in front of the heater, laying out their clothes on the floor in front of the heater to warm them up toasty warm for later. The girls reluctantly helped the compassionate Egg strip the mystery slave boy out of his cold clothes and the boy groaned orgasmically as the warmth hit his bluish cold skin.
The boy stank of body odour, but the girls did too. With the freezing cold and no hot water available, no one was particularly eager to wash. Egg sniffed his armpits curiously, they really stank, but far less badly than Augusta stank after even 12 hours without washing. Egg coughed at the smell, but then found herself sniffing a second time, she was very curious about boys bodies, especially age appropriate non space marines like this one.
Egg got some strange pleasure from being so close to a boy who wasn't related to her, she was starting to notice boys a lot more lately. This particular boy was about 14 years old, pure human and quite handsome despite his wispy black facial hair. Egg ran her fingertips over his mostly hairless chest curiously as her bird talon feet flexed basking in the warmth of the heater.
The handsome boy was half dead from cold and clung desperately to Egg's much warmer body to get more warmth into himself, catching Egg by surprise. Apart from pedophiles, this was the first time a male non family member had held her naked, the sensation sent thrills through her body! He was so cold against her skin, so cold that it almost burned, but she yearned for this unexpected naked cuddle to continue.
With a massive smile on her face Egg cuddled naked with the boy, she found great pleasure in her bare body being held in his bare arms against his naked chest.
***...
Yuki Tagawa the slave felt terribly sick as he dreamed feverish dreams, he was dying of hypothermia. He was so delirious from his hypothermia that he was no longer sure what was real and what was a dream.
Yuki had a weak grasp on what was real anymore but as far as he could tell he was a slave of a terrible chaos lady, Her Majesty Wendy Sevenson. He had formerly had another life on another planet, an imperial planet, but he had been captured in a slave raid by the Iron Warriors of the Steel Brethren faction. The night lords had then conquered the Steel Brethren contingent and Yuki had been taken as spoils of war by Lady Wendy.
And now he was dying of cold on some terrible planet every bit as cold as the cruel fate that had led him here. Yuki didn't want to die but what could he do?
The dreams however were so wonderful, so so warm in his dreams. Right now he was feeling almost uncomfortably warm for the first time in what felt like months. Yuki sighed in pleasure, this was such a pleasant dream.
Something very soft and very very warm was wrapped tightly in his arms, whatever it was it felt amazingly comfortable to hold. Yuki simply enjoyed the sensation, not caring what he was holding, relaxing himself fully.
He moved his hands slightly and felt them slide across something perfectly smooth and soft like skin?. A small contented little sigh of comfort sounded from the warm thing in his arms and it snuggled closer!
Yuki Tagawa shot his eyes open with a start and discovered a rather cute naked girl in his arms! She had long blue hair made of feathers and had the iconic shape of a psychic nullifying helmet locked around her head, it was Egg Sevenson the Alpha Plus!
Yuki froze in shock and slowly looked around himself. He was in the bedroom shared by the girls of the Egg Sevenson crèche, everything was dimly illuminated by a orange glow from a wonderful heavy electric heater. All around him he saw gorgeous naked teenage girls sleeping!
Yuki shook with fear, what had he done! Egg stirred from his shaking body and smiled at him, she snuggled closer to him and Yuki forced his body to stop shaking fearfully. Egg smiled contentedly and was soon fast asleep once more in his arms.
Yuki was just about to calm down when he realised that he had the mother of all morning wood erections! And it was pressing against Egg's belly!
Yuki blushed brightly from this, his erect junk was touching the chaos lord's favourite daughter! This was so utterly humiliating! And what would her father do to Yuki! He was so DEAD!
Egg stirred yet again as Yuki let go of her and started to tremble violently.
"What's wrong?" She asked him in an adorably cute bird like voice.
Yuki stammered, blushing all over and completely tongue tied. This girl was only a year or two younger than him and was age appropriate for him, she was so utterly cute and Yuki was terribly excited.
"I, I, I'm so sorry princess Egg! Oh no what have I done! I'm so sorry!" Yuki stammered in deepest apology, the thought that he may have violated this girl was more than he could bare!
"Shh don't get upset, you only cuddled me, nothing more than that. It felt nice, please wrap your arms around me again like before, I like it." She told him sweetly.
Yuki froze, his head spinning with panic and confusion, his memories were fuddled by his prolonged recent hypothermic illness. He pinched himself and confirmed that he wasn't dreaming, this was REAL.
"I didn't hurt you? Didn't um, d didn't defile you?" Yuki asked earnestly.
"No nothing like that, you looked really cold so I insisted that you stay the night in front of the heater with me. You were almost dead from cold and you, we, we cuddled together for warmth. You hugged me so tightly and didn't let go, made me feel so safe and warm. You did nothing adult to me." Egg reassured him happily.
Yuki let out a massive sigh and wiped the sweat off his brow, the princess's virtue was intact! He collapsed on the mattress in exhausted relief, nothing was worse than hurting a girl to Yuki.
Egg looked at him curiously and asked him his name.
"My name is Yuki Tagawa." He said humbly with his exhausted voice.
"Yuki Tagawa. Nice to meet you Yuki, I am Egg Sevenson. Are you going to hug and cuddle me some more?" Egg asked hopefully.
"Oh", Egg said, noticing Yuki's massive morning wood erection. She bit her lip and blushed.
Yuki frantically covered his private parts with his hands as Egg giggled shyly. Yuki yelled embarrassedly, not wanting to corrupt this cute sweet girl, his culture greatly emphasised that boys should be very gentle and protective of girls.
The yell stirred all the other sleeping naked girls and suddenly Yuki found the eyes of the other 3 gorgeous naked teenage girls peering at him curiously, their bare boobs all facing him on full display!Yuki blushed from head to toe, so completely embarrassed, hiding his private parts desperately.
Egg smiled sympathetically and crawled up to his side. She wrapped her arms around him as he sat hugging his knees to protect the girls from seeing his immodesty, and rested her helmeted head on his shoulder softly.
"It's ok Yuki, you are doing nothing wrong." Egg reassured him sweetly.
"Egg keep your boyfriend quiet, we are trying to sleep." The busty Mandy said grumpily.
Egg blushed terribly all over and shouted at Mandy to shut up. Mandy pressed in that Yuki was Egg's boyfriend until Egg wrestled with Mandy to make her stop saying it. Mandy quickly overpowered Egg in the wrestling and pinned her down.
"Don't you dare!" Egg begged her older crèche sister.
"Tickle tickle", Mandy taunted and started to squeeze Egg's stomach and sides.
Yuki watched in shock as Mandy proceeded to tickle Egg very cruelly. Egg shrieked with laughter and begged Mandy to stop.
"Admit that you want Yuki to be your boyfriend and I will stop!" Mandy teased.
Egg looked at Yuki and blushed scarlet, too embarrassed to answer. Egg laughed and struggled desperately but Mandy was merciless. Egg frantically tried in vain to escape and wet herself heavily in front of Yuki, soaking the mattress!
"Ew, MANDY! Now what are we going to sleep on!" Violet shouted at Mandy angrily.
Egg shouted too and Mandy shouted at Violet and Egg, making a huge shouting argument until a very pissed off looking Lady Wendy opened the bedroom door, wearing an unbuttoned white thermal underwear that left her boobs on full display!
"It's 2 in the fucking morning! What is it THIS time!" Lady Wendy asked angrily.
"Mandy pinned me down and tickled me until I wet the bed! The mattress is soaked!" Egg complained.
"But you always wet the bed anyway Egg." Lady Wendy replied in confusion.
Egg gazed frantically at Yuki in embarrassment and begged Lady Wendy to be quiet about the bed wetting. Lady Wendy looked from Egg to Yuki and a smile of understanding lit her face.
"Ah I see. Well you girls flip over the mattress and the slaves will clean up the mess in the morning. Stop squabbling and acting up and go back to sleep. Mandy if you tickle or torment her again tonight then I will be very VERY cross with you, leave her alone and go back to sleep." Lady Wendy commanded.
Yuki rose to get dressed and leave but Lady Wendy stopped him with a stern hand signal.
"You are not leaving slave, go back to Egg and do what she says, you are now her personal assistant." Lady Wendy ordered him.
Yuki gulped and looked at Egg. She was blushing all over and hiding her face behind her hands. Yuki was blushing heavily too, he was surrounded by bare breasts and had never blushed so much in his life!
Yuki flipped the mattress for the girls and Lady Wendy made Yuki and Egg sit beside each other in front of the heater, both of them blushing like crazy.
***...
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson waited until she left the room before having a fit of giggles, she had not seen anything so adorable in a long time. It was absolutely adorable seeing Egg crushing on an age appropriate boy, the shyness was utterly adorable!
Wendy just couldn't contain her giggles all the way back to the torture chamber she slept in, it was so adorable.
The ground under her thermal insulated feet was freezing cold but Wendy found the uncomfortable cold pleasurable, a deep masochistic pleasure that she offered to Slaanesh gladly. The bedroom torture chamber was absolutely freezing and Wendy shuddered in delight at the bitter cold.
Her wife Octavia was shivering under a blanket inside the torture engine that currently doubled as their bed, chattering praises to Slaanesh as she experienced the shocking excessive sensation of such biting cold. Octavia was wearing only skimpy lingerie under the blanket, refusing to wear anything so unsexy as thermals to bed with Wendy. Wendy admired such dedication to Slaanesh.
The torture engine sadly required electricity to give them a truly enjoyable nights sleep and had to be kept off during the power shortages. Wendy sighed in disappointment and crawled inside the brutal instrument of torture. It had a padded surface for its victims to lay down on inside and this made a perfectly good bed.
Wendy generously yanked the blanket off Octavia to let her enjoy an even more extreme cold sensation and Octavia screamed in a combination of pleasure and pain like the true worshipper of Slaanesh she was. Octavia's scantily clad body was blue and purple with cold, only her feet and hands covered by socks and gloves to prevent frostbite. She was shaking violently and her breath was visible in long white plumes of foggy condensation.
Wendy admired the freezing cold woman, she was exquisitely beautiful. The exquisite beauty angrily threw a pillow at Wendy, wanting her blanket back. Wendy giggled and instead offered herself as warmth in place of the blanket. Octavia grabbed Wendy amorously and pulled her down into a passionate kiss, stealing Wendy's own feeble body heat in the process.
For long minutes the two Slaanesh worshipping wives made out passionately before they pulled the blanket over themselves and snuggled together for warmth, it was glorious to feel warmth after being so cold, an exquisite new sensation.
"I love you so much Wendy." Octavia purred in her impossibly seductive voice, her voice supernaturally altered by a gift of Slaanesh to excite extreme lust.
"And I love YOU my beloved Octavia, my precious treasured wife." Wendy purred back and French kissed the woman tenderly.
Octavia returned the kiss and soon they were having an extremely tender and romantic make out session before fingering each other lovingly to orgasm. After they had both soaked their panties with squirt from many hard orgasms they returned to talking.
"What did the girls want?" Octavia asked.
"Fighting over the slave boy I think, Egg really likes him, it was so adorable seeing her blush." Wendy giggled.
"You sure he's age appropriate, not another pedophile like her last 'lover' was?" Octavia asked in concern.
"Yeah, he is less than two years older than her, definitely age appropriate this time!" Wendy reassured her.
Octavia relaxed, "that's adorable, I'm so happy for her."
Wendy told Octavia everything she had seen and Octavia snorted with laughter.
"Aw that's so adorable! Our little girl is growing up." Octavia said happily.
"You mean MY little girl", the distant psychic voice of TigerLily said in their minds tutting.
"Fuck off TigerLily!" Wendy and Octavia said in unison to the distant daemon princess who was psychically eavesdropping on them as usual.