Chapter 29H
Lash Lee was stoic as she sat on a floor cushion in a well decorated geisha room with clients for a paid session, really not feeling like herself today. Wendy had deeply upset Lash and damaged her trust, and Lash was deeply stung and hurt by this whole situation.
"You are supposed to be giving us marriage counselling Lash!", the deep brutal voice of Night Lords Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson barked with chaos fuelled rage, sitting on a badly crushed floor cushion in his baroque corrupted terminator armour.
The huge sanity eroding blue form of Daemon Princess of Tzeentch TigerLily Sevenson smirked, sitting beside her husband Luke on an entire pile of badly squashed floor cushions, this high ranking married couple seeing Lash for therapy in managing their somewhat turbulent marriage.
Daemon Princess of Tzeentch TigerLily Sevenson and Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson were one of the ultimate power couples, literally a chaos lord and a daemon prince who were married to each other for almost twenty years of real space time. A pairing this powerful could achieve great things, but it also came with problems of its own due to just how powerful these spouses were.
Back before her daemonic ascension TigerLily had been a mutant Chaos Sorceress and Chaos Champion of Tzeentch, a beautiful Iranian Persian woman with psychic powers and various bird like mutations in the form of bird feet in place of human feet and blue bird feathers in place of hair, (and a pussy that gave birth to bird eggs with babies in them when she was pregnant).
Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson had then fallen in love with the beautiful TigerLily and had a normal relationship with the psyker woman that eventually resulted in marriage. TigerLily the mortal woman had gotten pregnant to her husband Luke and borne him over ten children, (all of them mutant psykers like TigerLily).
TigerLily the mortal Tzeentch worshipper had been a kinky bondage freak like Fhimra, and Luke had been constantly tying her up in all sorts of positions and tickling her and spanking her and having really rough sex with her. The tiny Persian woman had switched occasionally and given Luke a taste of his own medicine in psychic bondage using her psychic powers, but mostly she had been the submissive partner with her preferred nickname of endearment by her husband being "Cum Dumpster". (TigerLily was a complete freaky cum-slut of a submissive).
TigerLily the mostly submissive chaos sorceress had then proved to be a lot more successful in her "career" as a servant of the ruinous powers than Luke had, and had been transformed into an immortal daemon princess of Tzeentch in recognition of her service to her god, and things had become complicated.
Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson had found his much smaller beautiful Iranian Persian submissive bondage freak bedmate suddenly become much MUCH bigger than him, and much more powerful, and it had strained the relationship somewhat.
Daemon princes retained the memories and bonds they had had as a mortal and the love between the pair had endured. The mortal Luke had remarried the now immortal TigerLily in a second wedding that formalised the continuation of their union, but his formerly small bondage plaything wife had gotten a lot bigger as mentioned, and it seemed to be straining the Dominant and submissive relationship between them somewhat to the point that they were getting marriage counselling.
"I am listening, I'm just quiet today. It's a personal matter.", Lash replied, gesturing for the pair to keep speaking about their marriage problems.
"Wene'dy be'roke your heare't hede'ging her bette's vith Okk'e'tavia.", TigerLily smirked in her slow feminine Iranian Persian accented daemonic voice!
(Note, Iranian Persian accents are really hard to write.)
"That's my own personal business TigerLily!", Lash angrily protested.
"Did you break up with my sister?", Luke asked with mild curiosity.
"No I didn't break up with her but… Look, this is really personal.", Lash protested.
"I'll tell you later Masse'ter.", TigerLily tittered to Luke.
"Please don't!", Lash complained.
"Very well, tell me after this session we are paying for.", Luke growled in agreement.
Lash touched her own elaborate hair in a self soothing gesture and requested that they not discuss her personal life.
"So back to what you were saying about your Dominance and submission marriage dynamics…", Lash prompted the pair.
"Vell I know alle'most everyfing fe'rom seeing da e'ste'rande's of future and past fate, but Masse'ter Luke is my Dominant and doese'not listen to my ade'vice because he vants to be in conne'trol.", TigerLily smirked.
"I don't want you topping from the bottom Cum Dumpster!", Luke snarled at TigerLily with chaos fuelled rage.
"It's not topping fe'rom da bottom vhen I try to pe'rotecke't you fe'rom da fate of being beheaded by an ork in ten monne'ths time Masse'ter, you just cannot see how much a little ting can lead to disa'e'ste'rous futures.", TigerLily chuckled in her slow distinctive accent.
Lash paused at this, never having heard this particular excuse for topping from the bottom before.
"I want my wife to submit to her Master like a good submissive, without endlessly telling me that my orders are disastrous!", Luke growled at the massive TigerLily.
"Is there some way that she could warn you of danger while still submitting to you?", Lash quietly suggested.
"Da fate e'ste'rands are too denne'sely packed to varn Masse'ter of every possible out'e'come in adde'vance, sometimes I only know for certain vich fates are coming to pass a few minutes before da event tat vill te'rigger tem down da road. It depenneds on vat Nurg'hel is doing to foil Te'zeene'te'ech's pe'lans in da great game, sometimes Nurg'hel can just ruin years of pe'lanning vith a sing'el unne'foreseen e'ste'roke, Nurg'hel is larre'gely out'e'side of Te'zeene'te'ech's pe'redicke'tive power.", TigerLily explained her peculiar view of the world in her slow flat toned accent.
(Note, goddamn it I'm not writing the accent anymore, this is super hard.)
(Without the accent she said: "The fate strands are too densely packed to warn Master of every possible outcome in advance, sometimes I only know for certain which fates are coming to pass a few minutes before the event that will trigger them down the road. It depends on what Nurgle is doing to foil Tzeentch's plans in the great game, sometimes Nurgle can just ruin years of planning with a single unforeseen stroke, Nurgle is largely outside Tzeentch's predictive power.")
"How is refusing a spanking from me going to effect my safety months or years in the future!", Luke snapped angrily.
"Because little events can cause big ripples in fate later Master.", TigerLily explained.
"Do you want to be my submissive or not?", Luke demanded.
"I do, though didn't we used to switch?", TigerLily said mockingly.
"Are you saying that you want to go back to switching?", Luke asked his wife seriously.
"No I don't like the fates where we switch Master, and I actually prefer being a sub, subs have all the fun Master.", TigerLily chuckled.
"Then *act* submissive to me!", Luke demanded.
"I do when it's in your best interests Master, I love you and I want to protect you from death.", TigerLily replied sweetly.
Lash deliberately didn't look at TigerLily to avoid going mad from her Tzeentch energies, but Luke was glaring right at her without fear, apparently immune to his own wife.
Lash saw a daemonically distorted highly feminine huge blue Persian face suddenly kiss Luke's brutal bare face affectionately, and Lash averted her gaze as a migraine split her head from the sanity eroding sight of TigerLily. She was like some mythical creature that made people who looked at her for too long go mad this deep in the warp, the psychological equivalent of staring directly at the sun. Only in less warp saturated parts of the Maelstrom or in real space was it safe to look at TigerLily without going mad.
Luke seemed to return the kiss for a moment, but then broke it and pulled TigerLily's huge head down to lay in his lap, forcing the huge daemon to lay sideways on the floor. Luke then dominantly patted TigerLily's head as she made soft submissive noises of comfort and contentment.
"I think that TigerLily already knows what I'm going to suggest, that you both work on your communication and negotiate a way for TigerLily to remain submissive but still warn you of danger. You both know that relationships require work and maintenance to run smoothly.", Lash recommended.
The huge blue head nodded out of the corner of Lash's averted view, and Luke growled in reluctant acknowledgement of this advice.
"With respect Master, I have searched the fates and found the perfect way to communicate in this manner.", TigerLily said submissively.
"Than why haven't you already implemented it in the past?!", Luke asked angrily.
"You kept telling me to stop topping from the bottom when I tried Master.", TigerLily replied dryly.
"Don't be smart with me submissive!", Luke warned, slapping the giant blue face in his lap.
"Tell me more about your relationship. You don't have safe words correct?", Lash prompted.
"Safe words are for wusses, I have hardcore total power exchange with my Master in private. In public we are equal and act like a normal couple, my Tzeentch worshipping mortal minions would not tolerate seeing their daemon queen being submissive to a mere mortal.", TigerLily smirked.
"Well then how about the pair of you communicate as much as possible in public so that it's not topping from the bottom at home?", Lash suggested.
"We already do.", TigerLily smirked.
"Why are you doing all the talking here TigerLily?", Luke growled.
"Feel free to talk Master.", TigerLily prompted from his lap.
"I want TigerLily to speak to me with submissive respect at all times when we are in private, and I want her to obey. I want to be able to dominate her during sex and spank her when I want without resistance.", Luke demanded.
"I think that TigerLily knows that, but as she said she is trying to warn you of danger she can see in your fate from her Tzeentch vision of fate. I don't think she is trying to defy you or disrespect you at all, I think she is deeply submissive to you and I think that she loves you.", Lash said seriously.
"You really think that?", Luke asked uncertainly.
"I really feel that. TigerLily loves you so much that not even daemonic ascension could destroy your complex relationship. She is your wife, the mother of over ten of your children, and she is your submissive who wants to obey you and please you sexually. I think that TigerLily deserves to be taken seriously when she tells you that she's only breaking submission to protect you.", Lash assured him.
"She has been very sneaky and duplicitous in the past.", Luke pointed out.
"In her schemes to conquer the galaxy for Tzeentch and manipulate grand scale events she has been the sneakiest person I personally know, but we are talking about sex right now. Is she trying to manipulate you into penetrating her a certain way perhaps?, Is she topping from the bottom to get an extra hard orgasm maybe?, How sneaky does she even need to be to get really hot sex with her husband?", Lash used very gentle mockery to make her point.
"I suppose that I will still fuck her into a pleasure coma regardless of what scheme she tries to pull…", Luke conceded.
"I love sex because it has endless possibilities but almost all of them are wonderful, I don't even need to scheme to get my pussy wonderfully broken, I just get to submit and still have certain hope that I will get pleasure.", TigerLily admitted happily in a sultry highly feminine Persian voice that sounded aroused.
"I'm wet…", TigerLily added naughtily.
Lash checked the time, they still had a bit of time, (as best as she could tell in the way the warp constantly changed the positions of the clock hands slightly).
"How about the pair of you show me how you have sex, in the privacy of this room?, You could show me your Dominance and submission dynamic and how you communicate.", Lash suggested seriously.
"Do I get to fuck you too Lash?", Luke asked hopefully.
"I'd prefer to just observe, but you have paid me the full service price for the hour so sex with me is yours by right if you wish.", Lash said seriously.
"I will fuck you as well Lash.", Luke lustfully insisted as TigerLily made unhappy jealous noises.
Lash sighed and stripped naked out of her kimono and underwear, and Luke eagerly removed the groin plate of his terminator armour to reveal an intimidatingly large erect penis.
TigerLily's white robes disappeared in a puff of blue smoke out of the corner of Lash's vision, and she rolled over and spread her huge bird footed legs in offering to her husband.
Luke ignored TigerLily and instead gently lifted Lash and lowered her onto his mighty erection.
Lash sighed all the air out of her lungs as the distressingly large thing slid inside her and displaced a lot of room inside her body, and she closed her eyes and breathed deeply as she was fucked by a penis so big that it felt almost like she was giving birth to a baby!
Lash regained her wits quickly and dominantly took control of the sex, demanding that Luke lie down on his back and submit as she dominantly straddled him.
Luke was paying Lash a (relative) fortune for the full package of options in this session with her, including the optional extra price for sex, so Lash tolerated having sex with him. Lash was a sex worker at the end of the day, a highly specialised type of prostitute, and she frequently had sex with clients during therapy if they paid the extra price for sex. This was hardly the first time that she had had sex with Luke during a paid session.
Lash was very good at using her body to pleasure men, and her high mileage vagina was so loose after over two decades of sex work that she could take Luke's penis without splitting open. Her ex boyfriend Gorgock the World Eater Khorne Berserker Chaos Space Marine had been even bigger in the penis than Luke Sevenson was, and Lash had not split from him either.
Lash used her body language to excite Luke and used her vagina very efficiently to get him to climax in just a few minutes, filling her vagina with a painfully large amount of semen that cascaded out of her as soon as he pulled out of her.
Lash then patiently demanded that Luke focus on the impatient looking TigerLily.
Lash cleaned herself up but remained naked as Luke harshly dominated TigerLily with severe authority, beating her and calling her names and demanding respect as TigerLily moaned and submitted perfectly. Lash watched for any disobedience from TigerLily but witnessed none at all, she was perfectly submissive to her husband, perfectly respectful and eager to please him. Lash honestly couldn't fault her for anything she did.
Luke penetrated TigerLily very forcefully as her sexy Iranian Persian voice made delightfully erotic sex noises of pleasure, and after a while TigerLily submissively asked for permission to climax very respectfully, and Luke gave TigerLily permission to climax, and she made violent pleasure noises like some crazy Persian ninja fighting in some movie, sounding like she was doing martial arts chops in rapid succession as her orgasm noises.
Lash chuckled at TigerLily's adorably weird sex noises, and they just went on and on into multiples. Luke then snarled daemonically in pleasure for about ten drawn out seconds with his snarling face grimaced with pleasure, and he seemed to have climaxed.
"Perfectly submissive, I can't find fault in her at all.", Lash told Luke.
"She didn't do it that time, but often she does.", Luke said panting for breath, pulling out of TigerLily.
"I only do it when it's absolutely vital Master, I love submitting to you Master.", TigerLily said fondly.
"I think that when she does it you should listen to her and realise that she's perfectly submissive to you and only doing it under extreme duress for your safety Luke.", the naked Lash told him seriously.
"I suppose that she is a very good girl in general, perhaps I am too hard on her.", Luke conceded.
"Thank you Master.", TigerLily submissively said with great fondness.
Lash checked the going-crazy clock hands, and estimated that the session was drawing to an end. She informed these clients and got dressed and cleaned up the considerable mess of semen, as the married couple left looking much happier than they had been at the start of the session.
"Ok Master, so this is what Wendy did…", TigerLily said quietly as they left!
"WHAT?!", Luke's voice loudly exclaimed a few moments later further away outside.
Lash was unhappily reminded of what Wendy had done and frowned unhappily.
Lash was in a bad mood for the rest of the day as she saw clients for domination or therapy, having yet more sex, demanding condoms be worn by all men who didn't have the flawless immune system of a non-Nurgle worshipping space marine like Luke.
Couriers arrived at almost every break period between clients to deliver flowers and chocolates and sorry cards, all organised by Wendy, and Lash threw the flowers angrily in the bin but did reluctantly keep the chocolates, eating them as comfort food in her heartache.
Lash didn't want to go so far as to break up with Wendy over this, but it had hurt her.
By keeping Octavia "on the shelf" as a potential future wife, it told Lash very clearly that Wendy expected any marriage to Lash to be ultimately temporary and destined to end in divorce one day!, Lash understood the statistics that Wendy's past marriages had an average length of one or two decades before divorce or the wife's death, but it was still so damn hurtful to PLAN for failure like this!
Not to mention how hurtful this was to poor Octavia!, And to poor Fhimra too!, Octavia and Fhimra were a loving couple who were interested in getting married one day. Having the two tickle slaves get married to each other in the dungeon would have been absolutely adorable and it wouldn't have hurt anyone. Planning some highly ticklish kinky wedding ceremony in the dungeon with a party afterwards would have been a lovely occasion for the entire household, it would have brought so much joy!
Wendy was being so profoundly selfish!, Octavia had proposed to Wendy more than once in the past and Wendy turned her down and broke her heart by choosing Lash instead, then when Octavia had finally started moving on and falling in love with a new woman suddenly Wendy wanted Octavia?!, It was just such a selfish thing to do to someone who had only ever been loyal and loving to Wendy!
Lash didn't even know what she wanted from Wendy to make this better, she could demand that Wendy take Octavia "off the shelf", but she shouldn't *have to* demand this!, If Wendy didn't do it herself without Lash forcing her then what did that say about Wendy's motives?
Lash left work feeling pissed off and entered the palace she shared with Wendy, dropping off her things and planning to get changed and go out again to brood somewhere where Wendy wouldn't find her and think about things.
Lash checked the tickle slaves in the dungeon, finding them strapped naked to the same X frames as last night…
"You forgot to untie us last night, and I'm busting to poo!", Fhimra whimpered wretchedly.
Octavia herself was snoring in her X frame with her face hanging down, apparently asleep.
Lash guiltily unstrapped Fhimra and the pair of them carefully unstrapped the sleeping Octavia so she wouldn't fall and gently lowered her to the floor, putting a pillow under her head and covering her naked body with a soft blanket.
Fhimra rushed off to the nearest toilet to poo, and Lash felt really bad for leaving her in that situation.
Lash knocked on the toilet door and asked Fhimra if she wanted to have a debriefing aftercare conversation as soon as she finished on the toilet. Fhimra submissively agreed and Lash waited for her to finish, making sure the sleeping Octavia was ok.
Fhimra exited the bathroom and Lash led her to the circular sitting room full of comfortable chairs to sit in comfort and talk.
Lash dominantly hugged the submissive naked tickle slave against her kimono clad side with an arm around her back in the chair, and Fhimra submissively snuggled against Lash with her head lowered humbly.
"I'm so sorry that you spent all night and most of the day trapped in bondage unattended. That was inexcusable, I let my feelings get in the way of your safety and I profusely apologise.", Lash told Fhimra penitently.
"Thank you for apologising Ma'am. It wasn't the best night sleep of my life, not gonna lie. Thank Tzeentch that Fetter gave us water and food or it would have been even worse.", Fhimra replied quietly.
"It will never happen again.", Lash promised.
"I understand that you had your own problems last night Ma'am.", Fhimra said quietly.
"I did, but it's still no excuse.", Lash said.
"How are you feeling now Mistress Lash?", Fhimra asked delicately.
"I feel… Hurt, but better than last night. That argument with Wendy after she broke the door down and insisted on following me was horrible, she couldn't just give me some space, she had to disobey me and try to console me as though we were EQUALS last night!, My own submissive thinking herself my equal after already hurting me!, I said some things I regret last night.", Lash admitted crossly.
"Do you want to go out somewhere to get some space Ma'am?, I could keep you company.", Fhimra quietly offered.
"Octavia is asleep…", Lash began.
"No don't bring her Ma'am, she will upset you by reminding you of what Wendy did. I was thinking just you and me…", Fhimra offered sweetly.
"You are sweet, but where would you suggest we go?", Lash asked fondly.
"We could pray together to Tzeentch at a temple to give you hope Ma'am, you worship Undivided so we can worship together safely. I think we both could use some hope right now Ma'am.", Fhimra said compassionately.
Lash smiled at this sweet thoughtful offer, Tzeentch could indeed help give hope to those navigating turbulence in relationships like no one else could. It would probably be more beneficial in actually helping Lash than a night of drinking away her sorrows would be.
"I would be happy to help give you a more direct connection to Tzeentch.", the distinctive Iranian accent of TigerLily spoke in both their minds psychically.
Lash chuckled at this.
"Both of you are sweet.", Lash said fondly.
"I can see the strands of your fate Lash, I can help you navigate through your problems.", TigerLily offered.
"I don't want to spoil any pleasant surprises that the future holds.", Lash begged seriously.
"What a beautiful hopeful Tzeentch honouring attitude.", TigerLily said approvingly.
"Tzeentch night!, Tzeentch night!", Fhimra sang playfully.
Lash hesitated, but some adorable begging from Fhimra and TigerLily eventually swayed her to agree, resulting in happy cheering from the pair of Tzeentch women.
Fhimra quickly got dressed and ready to go out as Lash informed Fetter of everything, telling her that Octavia was asleep under a blanket on the tickle torture dungeon room floor and telling her to tell Octavia that she and Fhimra had gone out to worship Tzeentch. Lash made a point of telling Fetter to tell Octavia that she only wasn't invited because she worshipped Slaanesh not Tzeentch or undivided, and because they hadn't wanted to wake her up, *not* because they were deliberately trying to exclude her.
Fetter promised to reassure Octavia and Lash quickly got ready to go out.
Fhimra was dressed up in a cute blue top emblazoned with Tzeentch symbols and the words "Ticklish Tzeentch girl, (yes my Tickle Domme bought me this top).", printed on the front of the top in embarrassingly large white letters that stood out strongly on the blue fabric…
"This is the only Tzeentch symboled outfit Owner Wendy bought me, she had it custom made just to embarrass me at the Tzeentch temple I think Ma'am.", Fhimra said with a sigh.
Besides the top Fhimra was wearing a black fetish wear latex short miniskirt and lacy white lingerie panties just visible underneath. The tickle slave seriously needed a more diverse wardrobe of clothes, the only clothes she had were either clothes for her role as a submissive and tickle slave or were ridiculously formal black dresses that were not really appropriate for wearing to the Tzeentch temple.
"I have a lot of questions, but that top is absolutely adorable!", Lash chuckled.
"It is Ma'am, it's so embarrassing to wear at the temple, but I can see the funny side of this top. I get a lot of joking comments from other worshippers on the very rare occasions when I get permission to leave the dungeon to visit the temple, but the Imams and Priests of Tzeentch still welcome me wearing this to the temple.", Fhimra sighed in irritated amusement.
"It's cute and kink positive.", Lash encouraged fondly.
"Yes Ma'am.", Fhimra submissively agreed.
The pair of them headed for the front door, and ran into Wendy holding a bouquet of flowers, apparently having left work early to catch Lash before she could leave…
"Mistress Lash!", Wendy exclaimed respectfully, holding out the flowers.
"I'm going out with Fhimra to the temple of Tzeentch to pray for hope.", Lash told her girlfriend coldly, not taking the flowers.
"Shall I go with you Mistress Lash?", Wendy asked hopefully.
"You don't worship Tzeentch. You can just stay here… I need some space, I am so *angry* with you right now. I'm still your girlfriend, but right now I can't be in the same room as you. If you want our relationship to continue then give me some FUCKING space to calm down!", Lash started coldly but shouted at Wendy severely at the end.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", Wendy submissively agreed.
Fhimra waved to Wendy shyly as she followed Lash out the door and Wendy waved a finger very slightly back, showing that Wendy and Fhimra at least were still on friendly terms.
Lash's geisha makeup covered face was stoic and unhappy all the way through the dimly lit spacious metal corridors of the ship to the temple of Tzeentch, taking several elevators and even a free public transport tube train to travel through the stupidly large twenty kilometre long Gloriana Class Battleship. The Slaanesh aligned ship allowed temples to other gods, but made a point of locating them inconveniently right at the front end of the ship, far away from the main living areas in the back half of the ship. (The Nightmare Asylum was largely filled with empty space, cargo, ammunition, fuel and all sorts of vehicles parked in dark hangars, as well as a huge pitch black maze filled with maggoty dead bodies that acted like a nightmarish graveyard for the crew when they weren't resorting to cannibalism.)
The Nightmare Asylum needed less than a million crew to be fully operational, but it currently carried a lot more passengers than just its crew, holding huge armies of over a million soldiers of one sort or another, as well as even bigger numbers of civilians and slaves, and even a surprising number of daemons and chaos spawns and other weird things in odd places in the vast interior of the massive ship. It was like a mobile migrating nation, the capital mega city nation of the newly founded Sevenson Space Empire, and the more populated sections and transport lines of the ship had the bustle and diversity worthy of such a mega city.
The pair of them were both hit on by men on the very crowded train, politely turning them down, and Lash reluctantly gave out business cards to those she sensed had great enough need of her services. Fhimra was amazed by Lash's patience given the mood she was currently in. Massive stripy skinned Stōørølø mutant security guards in flak armour patrolled the tube train holding crowd control shotguns and electrified shock truncheons, breaking up any acts of violence or civil unrest in return for generous pay wages from the Sevenson Cartel that was hiring them to keep the peace. (The Stōørølø mutant security guards also eagerly hit on Fhimra, recognising her as a female of their kind…)
The pair of women exited the tube train at the final stop at the very front of the dorsal spine of the Nightmare Asylum, walking with other chaos worshippers in a crowded train station, and they didn't want to queue up for the elevator so they took a very wide crowded staircase down many many MANY floors of the ship, leaving the still descending staircase at a huge landing at their floor. (The Slaanesh worshippers *really* had made a point of putting the other temples in a place that was inconvenient to visit!)
Finally the pair arrived at the outside of a desperately crowded Tzeentch temple mega church, with multitudes of Stōørølø natives in military uniforms or slave clothes trying to get in as others tried to leave out the same massive doors.
The temple was not a separate building as such but rather was just another part of the ship on this deck, encompassing a large number of big and small rooms and corridors, with blue painted metal walls denoting the actual temple with the help of elaborate artistic painted murals and symbols of Tzeentch.
The temple was the size of a huge mega church, but after the influx of Tzeentch worshipping slaves and free people from Stōørølø it was now hopelessly inadequate, the Nightmare Asylum had never been designed to have such countless millions of Tzeentch worshippers and it desperately needed more temples and religious amenities for so many of this faith.
Lash and Fhimra paused at the sight of the seething crowds to get through just to even get in the front doors, both of them groaning in dismayed annoyance.
"For a supposedly Slaanesh ship there are a LOT of Tzeentch worshippers onboard…", Lash noted suspiciously, immediately seeing how Tzeentch and TigerLily might be secretly playing the Sevenson Matriarch for an absolute fool.
"Almost all of these people are rag clad slaves Ma'am, the Slaaneshi still very much rule this ship and this fleet.", Fhimra reassured.
"Or they are being 'topped from the bottom' and merely believe themselves to be in control.", Lash noted suspiciously.
"We wouldn't be Tzeentch worshippers if we weren't at least a little bit sneaky Ma'am, but we don't contest the actual rule of this fleet, we are just making sure that Tzeentch gets his share of the worship energy as his due for sparing this fleet from starvation.", Fhimra said with a slight edge of warning in her submissive voice.
Lash gulped at the memory of the famine and nodded, Tzeentch really did hold this fleet by the balls and could demand as much worship energy as he liked as his followers were spread from planet to planet across this new empire. These unassuming Stōørølø slaves would settle like seeds on each conquered planet and breed like rats, raising generations of new stripy faced mutant worshippers of Tzeentch to subtly swell the power of their god in the great game. It was extremely sneaky.
"I worship Chaos Undivided anyway, that means I also worship Tzeentch. I will happily stay neutral in the politics of the great game and worship all the gods equally.", Lash said with a shrug, causing Fhimra to smile approvingly.
"I love that you worship Undivided Ma'am, it's nice having another person in the household to worship Tzeentch with. I tried to combine worship with Octavia but her god intervened to stop her.", Fhimra said with a smile and a sigh.
"Worshipping Undivided is honestly so much less drama dealing with all the squabbles and politics between the gods, I am the shared communal property of all and just get on with everyone. It's a much more peaceful way to live.", Lash chuckled.
The pair of them grudgingly joined the seething crowd trying to get into the temple, standing surrounded by happily chatting groups of women wearing slave rags who were otherwise almost identical to Fhimra, just with slight differences in their mutations.
Some of these stripy faced young Stōørølø slave women looked at Fhimra and read her top, then erupted into giggling, making Fhimra blush slightly. Lash chuckled.
Some of the temple ushers in blue temple robes were moving through the crowds, greeting people and keeping the crowds moving, and Fhimra unsuccessfully tried to hide the words on her top. The ushers laughed at the words and asked Fhimra if she was "a bit of a sub", and Fhimra shyly nodded, blushing hard.
It was absolutely adorable.
Overly friendly ushers pressed Fhimra for conversation, and she shyly admitted that she was a tickle slave and introduced Lash as her owner's girlfriend and one of the women who daily tickled her. The ushers delicately asked Fhimra if she consented to this or was a victim against her will, and Fhimra blushed as she admitted that she loved it and was fully consenting to be a tickle slave. The ushers relaxed at this information and happily talked to Fhimra and Lash further.
"She talked me into going out to the temple with her to worship Tzeentch this evening, I worship Undivided.", Lash happily told the overly friendly ushers, causing them to smile and warmly welcome her. The ushers gradually moved on to greet other people, leaving Fhimra blushing.
"Out of all the sorts of slaves to be, you became a tickle slave. And I thought I had it bad.", one of the rag clad female slaves next to them said to Fhimra with a sympathetic chuckle.
"It's a very… Ticklish, existence, but I still have it good honestly, I'm highly hopeful and optimistic about my role.", Fhimra shyly reassured.
"If she didn't like it then I would force my girlfriend her Owner to stop. It is consensual.", Lash promised.
"Really Ma'am you would release me if I asked?", Fhimra asked in shock and wonder.
"If you hated it of *course* I would get you out of that situation. I like to keep things consensual. BDSM is a beautiful thing but only when everyone involved is having fun, otherwise it's just abuse and torture.", Lash reassured Fhimra sincerely.
"You have a really amazing owner's girlfriend!", the other slave woman gushed approvingly.
"Thank you so much Ma'am!", Fhimra said emotionally.
"But I know you love it so I won't be releasing you. I'm only talking about if you ever truly came to hate it. I would make you a maid or something instead if that ever happened.", Lash added.
"I *do* love it, but I'm glad to know that I have a way out if it ever gets really bad Ma'am.", Fhimra admitted with a blush, making every slave in earshot laugh.
"What's it like?, Being a tickle slave?", a different slave woman asked curiously.
"I get tied up so I can't move and tickled for hours every day, at *least* two hours a day on the gentlest days, sometimes eight hours or ten hours or even longer. It tickles me like absolute crazy, but I like it…", Fhimra admitted shyly.
"How can you possibly stand that?!"
"I'm kinky…", Fhimra said blushing and hanging her head in shame.
"You sure you don't worship Slaanesh?", someone asked unkindly.
"My Owner does, and so does my girlfriend, (a fellow tickle slave), but I remain devoutly faithful to Tzeentch. There is no rule saying Tzeentch's worshippers can't be kinky, just look at TigerLily!", Fhimra embarrassedly defended herself.
"You are gay too?"
"Yes I am gay, born like that. Still doesn't mean I can't worship Tzeentch.", Fhimra defended herself.
"She wouldn't be here if she didn't worship Tzeentch.", Lash pointed out.
The nosy members of the surrounding crowd reluctantly accepted these defences and stopped hassling Fhimra about her sexual lifestyle, talking more generally about other things.
Lash and Fhimra gradually inched their way all the way inside the mega temple with the crowd, finding crowded rooms with carpeted floors beyond a bustling giant lobby room that demanded to take everyone's shoes, giving them paper tag receipts to let them get their shoes back when they left. Lash held onto both of their paper shoe tags in a pocket inside her kimono, and the pair walked bare footed into the mosque-like carpeted rooms of the temple proper.
The walls of the temple were covered in sorcerous paint that constantly changed into new patterns and artworks from the power of Tzeentch, depicting the past, the possible future, the present, but mostly just fictional nonsense and crazy patterns that might mean anything to those devoted to divination. Glowing blue and purple and pink crystals supernaturally floated around in the air just out of reach of the crowd below, the crystals constantly growing and shrinking and changing shape and colour and texture. Glowing witch lights of all the colours of the rainbow zipped around like ghostly flies, going right through people like ghosts, ever changing in colour and brightness.
Ever changing and mutating liquid metal idols to Tzeentch were placed in multiples of nine in strange patterns on parts of the carpeted floors, and multitudes of worshippers knelt on the beautifully woven discordant patterned soft colourful carpets of the mosque-like rooms, periodically raising their hands or bowing down to these idols, changing which idol they worshipped seemingly at random. Crackling blue insubstantial mists of worship energy filled the air from this worship, the power of Tzeentch palpable in this place.
The temple was absolutely packed, and they struggled to find a place to join the worship until they entered a room filled with heavily accented Persian voices, finding men and women with mutant bird feet instead of human feet and all sorts of bird-like mutations ranging from feathers for hair to bird beaks growing out of the distinctly Persian faces of some. Small mutant children with bird feet toddled around and cheeped like baby birds, and some women had baby sized mottled mutant bird eggs strapped to their bare stomachs in baby carrying slings.
The room full of Persian bird mutants was a little bit less crowded than the other rooms, and the pair gratefully entered the carpeted space and found a comfortably sized out of the way empty space, sitting down on the comfortable thick carpet on their shins facing the nearest idol.
The pair then had cheeping mutant toddlers with bird feet and colourful feathers on their heads for hair climbing all over them before they could even begin praying!
Lash and Fhimra giggled as the adorable little cheeping things clung to them and climbed on them, as Persian faced mothers apologised in flat heavy accents and tried to retrieve their extremely cute children.
Lash cooed softly at the cheeping toddlers, letting them touch her dangling silver hair jewellery and the colourful patterns on her kimono, and Fhimra giggled and squealed as a toddler tried to pull up her blue top exposing her white lacy sexy lingerie bra.
The mother of said toddler apologised profusely to Fhimra for having her bra exposed by her toddler, and Fhimra giggled and said that it wasn't a problem.
The pair of them were slowly rescued from the adorable overly friendly toddlers, but the room still had a lot of slightly older bird mutant Persian kids running around them and playing, being halfheartedly told off by their mothers and fathers but not seriously stopped.
Lash and Fhimra exchanged a look, understanding why other worshippers were avoiding this rather distracting room. Bird footed Persian children of all ages ran around the carpet on their bird feet, holding all sorts of toys, as joyful and optimistic and hopeful and happy as only Tzeentch worshipping children could be, just beautiful hearts to Lash's empathic sense.
A ball flew through the air, and blazing blue flames appeared in circling ribbons suddenly around an eight year old boy's feathered head, the blue flames then shooting in a straight line to hit the ball in a new direction without otherwise harming it!
The smell of ozone filled the air as blue power was summoned around the heads of other children to keep the ball in the air, these children were all psykers!
Some of the adults summoned blue flames of their own to playfully join in hitting the ball with their children, eldritch powers blazing everywhere as the fell energies of the warp were harnessed for something as innocent and harmless as a ball game…
Lash looked around nervously at this entire room full of Tzeentch worshipping psykers, suddenly realising just how deadly these people were, but they showed no signs of hostility towards Lash and Fhimra. To Imperial Guard soldiers facing these mutant psykers in battle they would be the last thing they ever saw before psychic powers burned them alive, but to fellow worshippers in a temple of Tzeentch they were polite and gentle, being on the same side as Lash and Fhimra. Tzeentch didn't tolerate the unnecessary murder of his own worshippers inside his own temples, in this setting this was just a bunch of parents taking their kids to the mosque like anyone else might.
Fhimra tried to begin bowing down to the idol in worship, but a kid diving to catch a ball fell on her back, making her squawk in pain and surprise.
"Ish'e'mael!, Apologise to da lady!", an Iranian accented woman's voice scolded sternly.
"Sorry Fe'him'he'ra!", the child squawked in a parrot-like Iranian accent.
"How do you know my name?, Oh because you are a psyker…", Fhimra replied.
The boy simply nodded and ran off to keep playing.
Lash raised her own hands in worship to the idol of Tzeentch, but was hit in the tit by a styrofoam gliding aeroplane toy almost immediately, making her giggle, not hurting her.
Lash elegantly threw the glider back to the child it belonged to in a long slow glide, and a folded paper aeroplane crash landed in the back of her elaborate geisha hairstyle.
Fhimra and Lash exchanged glances as all sorts of children's toys batted off them, the children running around everywhere loudly playing. A parent then informed Lash and Fhimra that this room was actually a dedicated "kids club" for children and parents, noting the words on Fhimra's top in disapproval.
Lash and Fhimra embarrassedly left the room as more balls and aeroplanes flew through the room and more cheeping toddlers toddled around, and almost walked into the huge blue legs of Daemon Princess of Tzeentch TigerLily Sevenson herself, who was giggling in amusement at them ending up in the Iranian kids club.
"You did that on purpose Queen!", Fhimra chuckled crossly to TigerLily with blushing cheeks as Lash pointedly avoided looking at her to spare her sanity.
"I may have tweaked a few strands of fate to make you wear that top in the kids club, yes.", TigerLily chuckled in her thick flat Iranian Persian accent.
Fhimra hid her blushing face in her hands and Lash laughed at this harmless prank.
The stripy faced crowds of Stōørølø slaves around them were all kneeling on the floor before TigerLily in respect and worship, TigerLily being the queen of all their tribes, and at a slight hand gesture from TigerLily the crowd parted out of the way, and she led Lash and Fhimra into a carpeted mosque room that was now suddenly empty of people.
Lash and Fhimra sat to one side of the sitting TigerLily on the thick carpet, enjoying the room all to themselves with none daring to invade the space of the Daemon Princess uninvited. TigerLily clicked her fingers and the doors to the room magically shut, giving them privacy from the gawking crowds.
"Welcome fellow Tzeentch worshipping members of the Sevenson extended family.", TigerLily greeted warmly with a smirk.
"I don't know if I really count my Queen.", Fhimra laughed.
"For a brief moment you were the only purely Tzeentch worshipping Cartel girlfriend since me myself. I still count it.", TigerLily chuckled fondly.
"Besides, you are still very much sexually involved with Wendy, a girlfriend in all but name.", TigerLily added with a titter.
Lash felt a flash of anger at the mere mention of Wendy.
"And you my dear Lash, shall we be sisters-in-law, or shall you leave Wendy?, It's really up to you.", TigerLily said enigmatically.
"What is that supposed to mean?", Lash asked touchily.
"Wendy will be your wife if you want her to be, but…", TigerLily chuckled without finishing her sentence.
"But what?", Lash asked.
"No spoilers.", TigerLily smirked.
"But she is going to do more things to piss me off?", Lash suggested.
"That goes without saying.", TigerLily laughed.
"I'm getting worried now.", Lash fretted.
"It's not *that* bad, Wendy will want you to marry her, but the choice will be yours if you accept her or not.", TigerLily soothed.
"She won't just dump me for Octavia?", Lash asked hopefully.
"YOU will dump HER, or you WON'T dump HER., The future is in your hands, but you will have to *accept* Wendy if you want to marry her.", TigerLily encouraged mysteriously, obviously seeing Lash's future like the pages on a book.
Lash sighed out a huge breath she didn't remember holding, feeling relief flood her heart, and then she started to cry.
Fhimra patted Lash's back reassuringly as she cried for a few moments before composing herself, having needed to hear these words.
"She will never ever divorce me?", Lash asked hopefully.
"Not if you marry her, *if* you marry her then you will remain her wife for a centuries long marriage until one of you inevitably dies, but only *if* you don't divorce her. In many fates you divorce her, in none does she divorce you.", TigerLily promised mysteriously, obviously holding some details back.
Lash sobbed in happy relief at these words, so moved by this wonderful beautiful promise!
"Thank you!", Lash wept happily, filling with hope.
"Why does Mistress Lash choose to divorce Wendy?", Fhimra asked curiously.
"Knowing Wendy she does something to piss me off. Between racism, Octavia on the shelf, and who knows what next, Wendy has a knack for being infuriating.", Lash suggested.
"More or less.", TigerLily said enigmatically.
"I really don't want to know in advance centuries worth of things Wendy will do to piss me off, I'll never marry her at all if I see every hurtful fight before it starts, I imagine a mountain of thousands of different little and big things.", Lash said with a sigh and a chuckle.
"But I will be happily married on the whole right?", Lash asked hopefully.
"Your married life will be filled with laughter…", TigerLily warmly encouraged.
Lash smiled happily at this reassurance, her marriage to Wendy would be a happy marriage on the whole with just occasional moments of Wendy doing things to piss Lash off.
"Thank you for giving no spoilers but still reassuring me TigerLily.", Lash said happily, wiping her eyes dry of tears.
"What about my future with Octavia?", Fhimra asked hopefully.
"That depends on which strand of fate comes to pass. In some fates you get married and live ticklishly ever after, in others you don't. It ultimately depends upon what Lash chooses to do. If Lash stays with Wendy long term then Octavia is your wife Fhimra, but if Lash cannot…", TigerLily warned.
"She will keep Octavia even more on the shelf!?", Fhimra exclaimed.
"Or take her off…", TigerLily warned!
"I will fucking stab her if she tries to rebound off Lash by forcing MY GIRLFRIEND to marry her!", Fhimra snarled jealously.
"I think that the happiest 'fate' for everyone is if I marry Wendy for life and you marry Octavia Fhimra, everyone gets what she wants, no one is left heartbroken.", Lash opined.
"Agreed!", Fhimra adamantly agreed.
"Then we will all live happily ever after.", Lash said with hopeful relief.
"Some women in this equation will live ticklishly ever after…", TigerLily chuckled.
"That would be me and Octavia.", Fhimra laughed happily.
"Definitely.", Lash chuckled.
"Let us pray to Tzeentch and feel hope for this most happy and laughter filled future.", TigerLily urged.
Lash and Fhimra nodded happily, both so relieved, and both began to worship Tzeentch.
Lash felt her heart fill to overflowing with the most extreme and wonderful hope and optimism, meditating on this certain hope of centuries of happy laughter filled marriage with Wendy for the rest of her life. She would be happy, Fhimra and Octavia would be happy, Wendy would be happy. Wendy would realise that keeping Octavia on the shelf was pointless when she was so happily married to Lash and she would release Octavia "from the shelf", letting Octavia marry Fhimra. It would all be the happiest possible outcome for everyone.
Lash's entire body convulsed with worship energy as she focused on this hope to the point of near madness, seeing the hope, feeling it, knowing it, YEARNING for it, her mind filled to near breaking point with such extreme hope that she bowed down on the carpet in worship, blue energy blazing around her body like mist as she frenziedly worshipped.
Lash entered a trance like state of worship for well over an hour, her eyes crying with the most wonderful hope and optimism about the future. The worship of Tzeentch was a truly beautiful experience, just feeling the sweetest of hope and the certainty of endless wonderful possibilities, the knowledge that change for the better was yours, the knowledge that every breath you took increased the opportunities and possibilities and options available to you!
It was like a wonderful drug, Nurgle was depression and despair, Tzeentch was the complete opposite, blazing hope and mania, like some wonderful drug high!
Lash wept and laughed hysterically with mad hope as Tzeentch used her soul to feed worship energy to himself, filling her brain with extremes of hope that made her get up and run around the carpet laughing madly. She jumped for joy, she sang geisha songs and did frenzied fan dances with fans she had brought, she babbled and spoke in tongues and acted like a fool in her blissful hope filled worship.
Fhimra herself was running around madly in circles with her arms outstretched like an aeroplane, laughing like an idiot in maniacal hope, her striped face looking completely deranged with mania. Lash circled around Fhimra in a pretend aeroplane of her own, arms and fans outstretched, laughing like an idiot in her joy and hope.
TigerLily herself was still, but pulsed with overwhelming bursts of blue energy, feeding her own hope to her god, driving Lash and Fhimra even more manic in their own silly antics.
Eventually Lash and Fhimra just sat together giggling in each other's arms, feeling euphoric, and TigerLily chuckled.
"Three… Two… One…", TigerLily smirked.
The door was suddenly kicked open by Night Lords Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson in his terminator armour!
"I'm her fucking HUSBAND!, Stop trying to stop me maggot!", Luke snarled at some angry Tzeentch worshippers trying to stop him.
"My husband may enter.", TigerLily told her minions and they bowed and stopped trying to stop Luke, instead ushering him inside respectfully.
Luke grumbled and stomped inside, leaving dirty boot prints all over the clean temple mosque carpets, and the doors were closed behind him by the temple Imams to give the Daemon Princess of Tzeentch and her husband privacy.
Lash and Fhimra giggled at the huge Night Lord with euphoric hope and hyperactive waving, and he rolled his eyes at their state and stomped over to TigerLily.
"Come to worre'ship wit us Masse'ter?", TigerLily asked cutely in a deliberately extra heavy Iranian Persian accent.
"I've come to collect YOU, my bed is sorely lacking one wife right now.", Luke replied.
"Aw!, That's so romantic!", Lash and Fhimra both giggled in their manic hope.
"And you vonne'der vy I love you even as a daemon, when you say such romanne'tic tings to me Masse'ter.", TigerLily chuckled sultrily in her deliberately extra heavy accent apparently just to be cute or sexy with Luke.
Luke dominantly kissed TigerLily and then tried to fuck her on the carpet.
"This is a mosque room!", Fhimra squealed and giggled in protest at what they were doing in a temple to her god.
"TigerLily the daemon princess of Tzeentch is literally a part of Tzeentch, I will fuck Tzeentch in his own temple!", Luke laughed.
"This part of Tzeentch loves you Master, but the other parts might be pissed off if you do this.", TigerLily giggled, kissing him.
"In our bed then.", Luke said huskily.
"You want to come back with us and observe us again Lash?", TigerLily asked with a giggle.
"Again?", Fhimra asked in confusion.
"I could at least use a ride back to the rear of the ship.", Lash hesitantly agreed.
***…
Lash and Fhimra lay giggling together on a guest bed in Luke and TigerLily's home, as the sound of TigerLily's loud submissive sex noises from her bedroom mixed with the sound of their youngest daughter, Lotus Sevenson, loudly watching children's cartoons in another room.
The euphoria of worship was gradually fading, but TigerLily had filled them with so much extreme hope that it was taking time for the mania to fade enough for them to even stop giggling.
"(Squawk), Mummy!, Can't hear… My show! (Squawk).", Lotus Sevenson the child squawked like a mutant bird in irritation about the loud sex noises from her parents.
The deafening sex vocalisations from TigerLily softened considerably at this complaint, and Lotus loudly thanked her with a squawk.
Other children also loudly praised the lowered noise in the home and Lash felt bad for the poor kids. TigerLily had been pregnant pretty much every year right up until her daemonic ascension less than ten years ago in real space time, and these former babies were mostly still kids by this time and still lived at home with their parents.
Luke and TigerLily's oldest daughter Egg the Alpha Plus Psyker might be a young adult now who had moved out and gotten married to her Alpha Legion Chaos Lord husband Paxton Tsao, but the majority of their kids were not adults yet. Their daughter Hyacinth was very close to adulthood, and TigerLily's daughter Violet from a previous marriage was even older than Egg and was a mother herself now, but the nest was definitely not empty yet.
As a powerful psyker TigerLily had given birth to children who were also powerful psykers, with Egg of course being the most powerful child at even more powerful than TigerLily herself. These kids would one day be potent chaos sorcerers and sorceresses, some of them really powerful, but for now they were mostly just kids and teenagers.
Lash decided that next therapy session she *really* needed to talk to Luke and TigerLily about not letting their kids hear them having rough kinky sex!
"Please do!", the psychic voice of Lotus the less than ten year old child said in Lash's mind!
"I'll tink about it…", TigerLily's psychic voice replied in Lash's mind!
Lash tried to squeeze the voices out of her head with effort of will, and both psykers stopped using her mind to communicate.
"I suppose we had better get home to our respective girlfriends.", Lash told Fhimra.
"Yes Ma'am.", Fhimra agreed.
"Things will be ok for both of us, I just know it.", Lash said optimistically.
"I'm glad Tzeentch helped you Ma'am.", Fhimra said happily.
"He did, and thank you for this wonderful night Fhimra.", Lash said gratefully.
"Anytime Ma'am.", Fhimra replied with a smile.
***…