Chapter 24H
The Sevenson Matriarch controlled war fleet erupted suddenly and without warning out of their warp transits on the edge of a tempestuous blood red star system, still deep inside the roiling magenta warp aurora of the seething eldritch Maelstrom.
Closer in the system to the star was the fiery daemon world of Štękżå'räšh, a planet of blood red rocky deserts and rivers of lava running from angry volcanos into small steaming bitterly salty seas, a planet under the dominion of the great blood god Khorne.
The blood god roared in every mind at this Slaanesh aligned invasion fleet, a roar of rage but also a roar of welcome, for all war was welcome here as were those who brought it. So long as the Slaaneshi fought and died like warriors even the hateful Khorne grudgingly honoured their attempts to add to the skull pile of Khorne's mighty throne.
"Take Štękżå'räšh, if you CAN!", The brazen trumpet voice of Khorne offered the fleet, both mocking and sincere, both honouring them and disdaining them, both a welcome and a curse.
The blood god, ever honouring strength of arms, was offering Štękżå'räšh to the fleet if they were strong enough to actually take it. He would not *personally* attack them as he watched from his skull throne, but his armies on and around the planet certainly would. This wouldn't be easy.
The surface of Štękżå'räšh visibly crawled with blood red daemons of Khorne, armies of Khorne worshipping mortal tribesmen seethed over the land in smaller but still mighty numbers, and in orbit of the planet sat huge brass war fleets of Iconoclast class Destroyers, corrupted Sword class Frigates, corrupted Claymore class Corvettes and even the occasional brutally over gunned Murder class Cruiser, (but thankfully no battleships), all ships prepared for war.
The question might be asked: Why?, Why attack this place, what economic or strategic value did this hot lava strewn desert planet have to even justify the loss of life to conquer it against such strong resistance?
The answer was twofold, prudence and symbolic.
It was prudent to capture a habitable daemon world with a breathable atmosphere if possible, one could not be sure how many planets they would end up conquering nor how many planets might be taken later by others. It was prudent to have daemon worlds to spare, you never knew which planet might end up being your last refuge that saved you from extinction later. Štękżå'räšh might not be the nicest place, but compared to the ever warping Stōørølø it was a paradise, geologically stable enough to at least build cities and fortresses.
Secondly it was symbolic to take a planet from Khorne in the name of Slaanesh to win Slaanesh's favour. It would slightly weaken Khorne and slightly strengthen Slaanesh, and Slaanesh would reward them. Tzeentch had gotten a daemon world, Slaanesh must get one too lest his jealous wrath be provoked.
The Crucible of Starvation, an ancient space marine strike cruiser with torpedo tubes, immediately fired a salvo of torpedoes at the distant Khorne fleet even before either side could get into formation, disrupting the enemy fleet as they avoided the torpedoes. The Nightmare Asylum and other ships with torpedoes added torpedo salvos of their own, completely disrupting the enemy as the Slaanesh fleet got into formation and closed the distance.
The Khorne fleet was completely off balance and in the wrong positions when the huge guns of the Nightmare Asylum battleship got into maximum range, and huge volumes of fire shot at the Khorne ships whose own weapons were still out of range.
The Slaanesh fleet prudently kept their distance and picked off as many ships as possible before they could get into range to return fire. This tactic saved the Slaanesh fleet countless lives, as the fleet that finally got into return fire range was significantly reduced from its huge size before.
Huge explosions flared and flashed off the sides of the Slaanesh ships as the brutal shells of the Khorne ships pounded against them, blasting huge chunks off the ships and sending bodies floating in space asphyxiating in agony in the hard vacuum.
The resulting engagement was absolutely brutal, with some smaller Slaanesh ships completely exploding, but it was an extremely one sided fight given that the Slaanesh fleet had a battleship and the Khorne fleet did not, and the Slaanesh fleet quickly routed the Khorne fleet, forcing the surviving ships to flee to the warp after suffering incredibly heavy losses.
With the space sphere completely dominated, the Slaanesh fleet turned their attention to the planet itself, and took advantage of their complete space superiority to bombard the planet from the safety of orbit, huge guns obliterating vast armies of daemons on the ground, kicking up huge craters and clouds of dust into the stratosphere.
The planet went completely dark as the orbital guns kicked up so much dust into the sky that it must be as black as night down below, and the Sevenson Night Lords descended into this darkness that was their element, landing on mountain tops to spot for the orbital guns, gunning down those few daemons who survived on these peaks.
The bombardment continued, disrupting any regrouping efforts by the enemy, forcing the daemons and mortals to spread out thin to avoid the bombardment. The Sevenson Night Lords concentrated their own forces to pick off these thinned out enemies, using thunderhawk gunship flying transports to rapidly move around as they hunted down their foes.
Millions of common human heretic militia fighters with night vision goggles and thousands of armoured vehicles with thermal sights then travelled down to the planet, securing the ground behind the Night Lords.
The war was not without casualties on the Slaanesh fleet army's side, greater daemons of Khorne with massive wings ripped apart men and tanks in prodigious numbers, but the Night Lords themselves fared better, using their peerless night fighting tactics to simply avoid any fights they couldn't easily win, letting the more expendable pawns deal with the dangerous Bloodthirster greater daemons and other extreme threats.
The Bloodthirsters were lethal, but heavy ordnance from tanks and artillery cut them down easily enough once the shots successfully landed on these fast moving targets. Flying hell-talon fighter bombers with thermal sights also made short work of those daemons who flew above the ground guns. All it took was time to find and cull all of them.
The enemy armoured vehicles, such as they had been, had mostly not survived the orbital bombardment, being high priority targets, and smashed apart daemon engines littered the dark fields in huge numbers. Those few that survived were heavily outnumbered and didn't last long.
The planet still had all sorts of minor resistance in the form of widely scattered stragglers, it might take years to find all of them in every tiny crack and hole and cave on the planet, but for all intents and purposes the planet Štękżå'räšh was now captured and secured.
Up in the sky Khorne roared from his skull throne, but then he applauded, compelled by his nature to commend such devastating slaughter, his skull throne now slightly higher with the skulls of all those slain this day.
"Blood, BLOOD!, YES!, BLOOD AND SKULLS AND SLAUGHTER!", Khorne roared bestially.
"Štękżå'räšh is yours by right of conquest!", Khorne grudgingly commended them.
"For now…", Khorne added warningly.
The Slaanesh forces celebrated their victory by taking all of the Khorne worshipping mortals they had taken prisoner and enslaving them. They forced these slaves to begin the construction of massive depraved stone dungeon fortresses dedicated to Slaanesh, these prisoners building the very dungeons that would later hold them in the vilest of bondage.
Slaanesh worshipping colonists and dark Mechanicum hereteks descended upon the planet, getting busy with all kinds of construction and infrastructure, and dead bodies from the battlefields were violated in honour of Slaanesh until daemons of Slaanesh materialised out of thin air, marking the beginning of Štękżå'räšh transforming into a Slaanesh daemon world.
It might take some time for the dust to settle from the sky and light to return, but in time it would and by that time the planet Štękżå'räšh would be a very different place of grim dungeons and degenerate temples and cities of sin. Slaanesh was absolutely delighted.
***…
It could not be overemphasised just how much of a MESS war made, Lash Lee thought to herself as she surveyed the trashed state of Wendy's palace in the aftermath of the space battle.
The palace had not been hit directly, buried deep inside the ship far from any walls let alone windows, but being anywhere at all inside a battleship during a naval battle was not a very fun experience. Battleships were such high priority targets that literally everyone on the enemy side tried to shoot at them, the sheer amount of fire that had flown their way had been terrifying.
The explosions of huge shells hitting the distant outside hull of the Nightmare Asylum had shaken the entire palace like an earthquake, shaking loose every item that wasn't securely bolted down, toppling over and shaking around furniture, shaking open the doors of storage items so that the contents went everywhere. Words really didn't do justice to the sheer MESS that now filled the palace.
Wendy had been away at work on one of the command bridges during the battle, having some official duties in the battle as an administrator who coordinated supplies that might be useful in battle. Lash and Fhimra and Fetter and Octavia had been left cowering in the palace, wrapping themselves in soft mattresses to cushion their fragile human bodies as the entire ship shook and vibrated like a struck bell.
The noise and vibrations had been terrifying, the four women praying to their various gods for safety and salvation as their entire perspective shook with fury.
They had survived unscathed in the safety of their envelope of mattresses, but they had been badly shaken and scared, and they had waited a long time before they dared to emerge from their padded refuge.
When they had emerged it had been to the sight of a palace utterly shaken loose of all loose objects, literally everything not bolted down had moved energetically all over the place, toppled, flipped over, bounced around and in many cases broken. Furniture had bounced off the walls and floor and ceiling like marbles shaken in a metal can, and splintered wood lay everywhere from that furniture which couldn't withstand this treatment.
What was even more astonishing was the fact that this had been DAYS ago and the place was still astonishingly trashed even after days of the four women cleaning up the mess.
The kitchen had been one of the worst victims of the battle, with every food storage of every kind shaken open and bounced violently, shattering bottles and jars so that broken glass was everywhere, with rapidly spoiling food clinging to every conceivable surface.
The plumbing had mercifully fared better, with back-flow prevention valves in all the sewer pipes and emergency pressure release valves in all the water pipes to prevent explosive water-hammer effects. The toilets and taps still worked thank the gods, but this and the electrics were some of the only bits that had fared so well.
Wendy was almost never home, only coming home just long enough to shower and sleep for a few hours each day. She was obviously swamped at work trying to organise her part of the fleet wide cleanup, she looked tired all the time and Lash barely got to see her.
With Wendy absent it was up to her girlfriend Lash to organise the cleanup at home, and she had done little else ever since the battle. Lash had made her excuses to both clients and students to reschedule her work, but no one really blamed her, pretty much all nonessential work was temporarily suspended as people focused on the much more urgent problem of cleaning up the aftermath.
Fhimra was amazing in the cleanup, too clever by half and used to hard labor. She seemed to know what to do without being told and she found the most efficient and intelligent ways of doing things that saved time and effort. Octavia was enthusiastically helping too, but her enthusiasm exceeded her actual ability, her hobbled brain struggling to use initiative to figure out the easiest ways to do tasks. She frequently did helpful things in dumb ways that took twice as long, and she needed constant direction from Lash and Fhimra to help her.
Then there was Fetter, the over 100 year old lady, who was about as useful in a cleanup as you would expect a 100 year old lady to be. She was slow, she was weak, she was unsteady on her feet, and in all honesty she was well and truly due for retirement. Fetter was a member of Lash's own extended family clan, but so old she should have died already. The family had expected Fetter to die of cancer after her long and colourful life, that's what old ladies were supposed to do, but Fetter had had other ideas.
Fetter had had the choice between dying of natural causes as a free woman or extending her life unnaturally as a slave, and Fetter had chosen to live as a slave, valuing her life more than her dignity. Lash had no malice towards Fetter, but she also understood that Fetter had made her choice, and Fetter had to live with the consequences of that choice. Fetter had extended her life for years beyond the date she was due to die, kept alive by Wendy's drugs, every extra year she lived was her "wages" from Wendy in return for her servitude. That was simply the deal she had made.
Fetter was not in chains, she could walk away out the door and Wendy probably wouldn't go to great efforts to chase her, but Fetter didn't do this because she would forfeit her access to the gruesomely expensive rejuvenation drugs that kept her alive. Her fear of mortality kept her enslaved, she was a slave to her own fear.
Lash could see the ethical implications of Fetter's slavery and the ethical problems of this restricted access to rejuvenation drugs, but she could also understand the grim reality that these rejuvenation drugs were amongst the most expensive and highly coveted drugs in existence. They were gruesomely difficult for the Sevenson women to make, and they had a small team of Sevenson women with PhD's in pharmacy who did little else besides make these drugs every working hour. The process of their creation was complex, expensive and sophisticated, requiring state of the art biotechnology and biomedical engineering, human cell cultures, cloning techniques, the use of carefully controlled viruses and even rudimentary nanotechnology. None of this stuff was cheap and they could only produce very finite quantities of the drugs each day, never enough for everyone in the fleet who might want them.
These Sevenson drugs could not be simply bought, no matter how rich you were, at least not often if at all, certainly not sold by them often enough to get a reliable supply unless you were as filthy rich as Joseph Wong himself. The way you got these drugs was as a gift from the members of the Sevenson family, given to those who enjoyed their favour or intimacy, such as lovers and beloved tickle slaves. Fetter had this unimaginable access to these drugs as a gift from an indulgent owner to a loyal slave, and it was a gift worth *far* more than any money wages Wendy might pay a housekeeping maid employee.
Lash herself had access to the rejuvenation drugs, and in far higher doses than Fetter did, but this priceless gift was lavished upon Lash by Wendy with the very real expectation that Lash would be Wendy's *wife* in the medium term future, it was a gift given to a future wife who was marrying into the Sevenson family, a gift that Lash's position *entitled* her to receive.
Be all that as it may, Fetter was not the most useful helper in the cleanup effort, and Lash herself ended up doing much more work than the supposed housekeeping slave. It just couldn't be helped.
Lash was wearing her least favourite kimono to do the dirty job of cleaning the palace, and the kimono was filthy all over with spoiled food and grease and other grime, as she got stuck in and dirty cleaning the place with the slaves. She had the position of power to let her not lift a finger as the slaves did all the work, but that wasn't her character and besides it would take even longer to get a clean home if she did that.
Octavia was uncharacteristically wearing clothes for the clean up, wearing a slightly faded white shirt with the words "Deck 48 Tickle Bondage Adventures. Adult theme park and nightclub", the shirt presumably gotten from the gift shop of this particular bondage club. (Lash had very briefly worked there part time as a skilled tickler years ago). As well as the shirt Octavia was wearing a pair of pink denim overalls found in Wendy's wardrobe of sexual play costumes, supposed to be part of some slutty mechanic or farm girl costume, and these overalls were surprisingly effective at protecting Octavia's legs. On her feet she wore adult costume work boots with real protective steel toe caps, and she even wore matching leather work gloves on her hands, completing the protection.
Fhimra was also wearing adult costume overalls and shoes and gloves, and on her torso she wore a slightly too big faded white shirt of Octavia's emblazoned with the words "Slave Tickling Endurance Event Grand Final", the sort of free shirt given to tickle slaves who participated as victims in some grotesquely sadistic slave tickling competition. (Octavia had heaps of shirts and other items from tickling related venues and events over her long "career" as a tickle slave.)
(Fetter was dressed in her usual maid outfit, and was conspicuously avoiding everyone else to not be under the watchful eye of Lash. Lash didn't have the motivation to chase her, it wasn't worth the energy and effort when Fetter was so slow anyway.)
The two tickle slaves were filthy in their overalls as they dutifully worked together to clean and tidy the palace next to Lash. The pair were submissive to Lash and obeyed her commands in the cleaning, but not in an overly sexual way. If anything they were acting normal for a change, just acting like workers taking direction from a work supervisor to get tasks done. It was a bit odd seeing them act so normal for a change.
The huge breasted Octavia looked as sexy in the extreme as ever, even in these clothes and covered in dirt, and Lash dampened slightly every time she glanced at the beautiful Octavia. Fhimra noticed Lash's subtle looks of sexual attraction to Octavia, and Fhimra inched a little closer to Octavia with instinctive jealousy, before coming to her senses and shaking her head at herself softly. Fhimra clearly wasn't used to poly relationships and kept unconsciously trying to have a monogamous relationship with Octavia.
Lash smiled encouragingly and didn't say anything. Fhimra blushed slightly with embarrassment but still stayed extremely close to Octavia.
Octavia turned her head to spontaneously kiss Fhimra on the lips briefly, then returning her attention to bending down and picking up broken things into a bin.
Fhimra smiled at the gesture and resumed her own work tidying up the palace, staying intimately close to Octavia.
Lash gave Fhimra some space, moving a few more meters away to do her work, but she quietly observed the pair curiously.
Octavia was as warm and friendly as ever, very affectionate towards Fhimra but without the same jealousy or exclusivity. Octavia was obviously intimate with Fhimra, but was just as obviously poly and not making any attempts to be monogamous.
Fhimra very openly loved her girlfriend Octavia, indeed Fhimra seemed to be completely obsessed with the insanely beautiful woman. She had become a badly tickled tickle slave to be with Octavia, enduring it all to be with the woman she loved.
Fhimra was a deeply submissive lesbian who enjoyed being tickled and dominated up to a *point*, but being an extremely tickled tickle slave went *well* beyond that point where Fhimra was just having fun. Fhimra was putting up with the extra extremes partly out of pleasure but a hundred times more out of love. Fhimra desired not to be a dominated tickle slave but a dominated tickled *girlfriend*, she was looking for love and she had extreme amounts of love to give.
Lash was empathic enough to see Fhimra clearly for all that she was emotionally, Lash could see the woman's heart and it was a beautiful heart, and a deeply loving heart. This woman had deep submissive masochistic fantasies, but she wanted to be loved, she *needed* to be loved. She desired with all her heart to be claimed by a beautiful dominant woman who would above all other things simply *love* Fhimra.
Octavia certainly had a lot of love to give, and she seemed to delight in tickling Fhimra in between being really sweet and romantic with her. The amount that Octavia kissed Fhimra on a daily basis was extreme, and these kisses seemed to intoxicate Fhimra's romantic heart and only fuelled Fhimra's feelings for Octavia.
The pair were still tickle slaves who got tickled in bondage to the extreme by both Lash and Wendy, but when the pair of tickle slaves weren't in tickle bondage they went on little dates together and did just adorable couples stuff with each other. The relationship between them was sweet and romantic, and just adorable to observe.
Lash silently watched them working together. They worked as a team lifting heavy things into bins together, constantly chatting softly about what they were doing. Fhimra might be sexually submissive to Octavia in usual circumstances, but doing this task she was taking the lead, using her Tzeentch worshipper intelligence to best figure out how to do each task.
This current room was pretty much fully tidied up now, and Lash politely ordered the pair of tickle slaves to head for Wendy and Lash's huge bedroom next.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", the pair said submissively in unison, but not in a sexual manner but a work manner. It sounded so weird from them.
Lash apprehensively opened the bedroom door, and just as she had feared an intense overwhelming smell washed out over her through the slightly open doorway!
The three women retreated back with eyes watering at the overpowering smell, shocked by just how potent it was.
The smell was perfume…
Slaanesh worshipping women tended to own a LOT of perfume, and Wendy and Octavia were no exceptions. The two women kept all of their perfume together in one place, in a massive shared perfume cabinet next to the equally shared makeup table in the bedroom, a cabinet that had been filled to capacity with glass bottles of strong perfume and that had not been bolted to the floor…
The violence of the naval battle had bounced this perfume cabinet all over the room off the walls and floor and ceiling like a marble in a shaken metal can, and this extremely violent treatment had shattered open every last bottle of excessive perfume and then smashed apart the cabinet for good measure, splashing literal puddles of mixed perfumes all over every surface in the room.
The resulting smell was absolutely indescribably strong, brutally assaulting the nose like some chemical weapon of unstoppable power!
"We need a gas mask to go in there!", Fhimra exclaimed in dismay.
"Wendy braved it before to get clothes and things.", Lash reminded Fhimra with watering eyes.
"Wendy is Wendy though!, Slaanesh Champions can endure anything!", Fhimra exclaimed gagging.
"I'm so proud of Owner Wendy.", Octavia said approvingly, making Fhimra look jealous through her watering eyes and gagging.
"What if we lit a candle to reduce the smell?", Lash suggested.
"With all those fumes you'd be risking an explosive fireball!", Fhimra exclaimed in protest.
"It's surely not THAT much perfume that the whole room would catch fire.", Lash chuckled.
"Is it going to help enough to be worth the risk even if it doesn't explode ma'am?", Fhimra asked reasonably.
"It's been days and it's not dissipating in that confined space, and we can't air the room without stinking up the whole palace. We have to do SOMETHING, this is getting ridiculous!", Lash exclaimed in exasperation.
"Stand back Octavia.", Fhimra said uneasily, corralling her beautiful girlfriend to safety.
Lash went and found a fetish wax play candle and lit it, then she cautiously used hot wax to stick the base of it resting on the end of a long fibreglass spanking cane, holding the cane out in front of her carefully with the burning candle twinkling on the end of it.
Lash crept forwards towards the slightly open doorway…
WHOOSH!
Bright yellow light everywhere and a wave of heat!
The sound of fire alarms and the sound of emergency fire sprinklers spraying in the bedroom…
"I warned you Ma'am…", Fhimra reminded Lash in a deadpan voice.
"What the hell was IN that perfume, napalm or something?!", Lash asked in wonder.
"Pretty concentrated petrochemical stuff probably.", Fhimra opined with a sigh.
The emergency sprinklers kept spraying until firefighter crew members arrived at the palace to investigate, perfume reeking water flowed out of the doorway in a fast spreading puddle, spreading the stench even further without reducing the problem at all…
Lash and the others gagged and fled to the other end of the palace for fresher air, completely dismayed by the perfume problem.
"Ok you were right.", Lash told Fhimra with a sigh.
***…
The women were nearly suffocating by the time Wendy got home, the perfume had wafted through the entire palace now and it was so strong that it was like breathing in tear gas!
The water from the fire sprinklers had washed the perfume off the walls and floor of Wendy's bedroom, but had then washed it over the floor of a large minority of the palace. The floor drains that existed in the path of the water had been quickly clogged with debris from the mess in the palace, and the water had just sat across the floor in incredibly shallow smelly pools that slowly soaked into anything that would absorb water, leaving behind a rainbow coloured oily sheen of perfume on the damp floor!
The perfume had then wafted to every other room in the palace, until they were all holed up with Fetter in a bathroom with a vent fan blowing fresh air in from the ship air ducts and wet towels stuffed into every door crack to keep out the smell.
Wendy then arrived home and loudly looked for them, forcing them to open the door to let her in, immediately engulfing the room with perfume in the process!
Lash's eyes watered as she tried to dominantly explain the situation to Wendy.
Wendy apologised profusely like the submissive doormat she was, going to extremes of repentance to beg her pardon and request punishment.
"Just do something about the smell before I suffocate you little whore!", Lash dominantly snapped.
"Yes Mistress Lash, some candles will be safer now that the perfume has spread out thin, the fire will clear the smell.", Wendy said humbly.
Wendy then rushed off and set up candles burning on candle stands in every room of the palace, but this time the fumes weren't concentrated enough to ignite, merely being pulled into the flames by the air currents.
The air very gradually cleared with the help of hundreds of candles burning just outside the bathroom they were hiding in, the smell molecules being burned out of the air.
Lash sighed with relief as she sat down on the edge of the single bathtub this bathroom contained, finding Wendy asleep naked in the bottom of the empty tub laying on top of some towels like a mattress, with another large towel draped over her like a blanket.
Wendy was not being naughty sleeping like this when Lash was awake, Wendy desperately needed sleep. She got less than 8 hours off her work each day at the moment as she organised a million different things in the aftermath of the battle, and Wendy needed to sleep when at home, even if it might be disrespectful to her dominatrix Lash in other circumstances.
Octavia was currently sitting naked on the closed down seat of the single room bathroom's single toilet, with Fhimra bent naked over her lap, and was very quietly giving Fhimra's bare bottom an erotic spanking. Fhimra seemed to thoroughly approve of this treatment from her girlfriend and was moaning very softly with pleasure from the spanking.
Lash walked over to the pair, and stripped naked out of her kimono, desiring some pleasure from the pair of tickle slaves.
Fhimra eyed Lash slightly jealously, but a soft tickling poke to the side subdued her to submission with a soft giggle.
Lash squatted down and leaned forward, and put a dominant hand on Octavia's beautiful face, making Octavia softly moan erotically.
Lash admired the astonishingly beautiful woman, putting a hand on one of her massive soft spongy breasts, feeling the slight cool of this mass of jiggling fat and implanted silicone. Octavia was completely submissive to the dominatrix, gentle as a lamb, and Lash gave Fhimra another dominant tickling poke to get the jealous look off her face.
Lash pinched and twisted Fhimra's nearest ear, making her hiss softly in pain, and Lash used tugging on the painful ear to make Fhimra move as Lash wanted, forcing her to sit beside Octavia on the toilet seat, with Octavia submissively shifting sideways to make room for her.
Fhimra looked submissive and fearful in Lash's dominant grip, and Lash further asserted her dominance by softly kissing Fhimra erotically.
Fhimra returned the kiss submissively and was soon putting her tongue in Lash's mouth and making aroused noises, no longer jealous but rather sexually excited by Lash.
Lash broke the kiss with Fhimra and instead kissed Octavia erotically for a while, feeling intense pleasure from kissing this erotic fucktoy with her lust auras whispering in Lash's mind.
Lash then kissed Fhimra again for a while, alternating between the two tickle slaves with erotic heavy kissing.
With Wendy asleep Lash couldn't play with the tickle slaves properly with tickling for fear of waking her, so she instead softly dominated them with kissing and soft breast play, tracing her fingertip around Fhimra's nipple as the Tzeentch girl groaned softly with pleasure.
Lash was completely wet now and she elegantly laid a towel down on the floor and lay down with her legs spread, putting a second rolled up towel under her head like a pillow.
Lash pointed at the two tickle slaves and then silently pointed at her own bare pussy.
Fhimra and Octavia eagerly wet down on Lash, and she groaned as she felt two soft tongues lick between her moist folds and over her clitoris.
Lash sighed as she felt the wonderful rub of the tongues on her lubricated special place, feeling the deep pleasure deep within, a pleasure that buzzed into a hidden place behind her clitoris, up her spine and into her brain, a warm feeling of wet slimy delights.
The wonderful lick and nibble and squish continued, Lash looking down to see a pair of long haired heads bobbing up and down energetically over her crotch. Lash sighed and groaned and dominantly gripped their hair in ecstasy, loving the feeling of being in control during sex.
Lash orgasmed once, twice, times beyond counting, quietly grunting and moaning dominantly in orgasmic pleasure. The two slave girls just kept licking Lash into a heaven of multiples.
Lash dominantly commanded them to stop, and the pair of sluts kissed each other on their fluid sheened faces, using Lash's pussy as a pillow for their sideways kissing heads.
Lash was too comfortable and contented to move, and just lay feeling the soft feeling of hairy heads shifting slightly as they rested on her pussy and inner thighs, her legs almost doing the splits with graceful flexibility
Lash pulled a nearby clean towel over herself like a blanket sleepily, letting the two sluts use her lower body as a pillow for their warm heads.
Lash sighed in comfort, it was amazing how comfortable literally just a clean dry bath towel felt after having multiple wonderful orgasms. Octavia and Fhimra were amazingly warm on Lash's thighs and pussy, and she bent her legs at the knees to touch their warm backs with her feet. The pair were still kissing and Fhimra pulled a towel over both of them like a blanket and settled down in the pleasant twilight before sleep.
"I suppose I had better check on the candles lest we burn in the night.", Fetter said and hobbled out of the bathroom.
Lash merely nodded in contentment, feeling so wonderfully comfortable.
Moments later she was peacefully asleep.
***…