Chapter 37H
Chaos Champion of Nurgle Egg Tsao the Alpha Plus Psyker felt wonderfully comfortable and contented as she enjoyed a soothing bath in filthy warm mud down on the planet, enjoying the amenities of the very friendly locals.
Egg and a contingent of her husband's Alpha Legion forces had been closely following behind the Sevenson fleet in one of their own ships at every stage of their journey, just in case they needed help but without letting them know that this help was available. Egg didn't want her family to die, but she wanted them kept at a slight distance, as she had been hurt so many times in the past from getting too close to them.
Egg had then seen that they were in orbit of a Nurgle planet and she had panicked and rushed to intervene, thinking that they were attacking the poor defenceless local Nurgle worshippers. But some investigations and direct questioning had revealed that they hadn't been attacking the planet at all, opting instead for peaceful diplomacy to woo the locals into willingly joining them.
Egg had been delighted with this peaceful and friendly approach, and she had happily agreed to help with the negotiations with the locals. The friendly local Nurgle worshippers on the planet had welcomed the Nurgle Champion very warmly, and they had invited her into one of their cities to enjoy the local luxuries and culture as she peacefully negotiated with them.
The planet had many names depending upon which local group you asked, having many kingdoms and empires and even more tribes, with many more different languages and tiny regional dialects. The planet was a very diverse place as far as people went, with countless ethnic groups scattered across many continents and islands, and many of the local petty empires were only vaguely aware of more distant empires on their own planet, with nothing like political unity or common identity apart from the fact that all of them worshipped Nurgle, though even in this there was enormous variation in the ways Nurgle was worshipped and the exact mythology and beliefs they held.
The particular local city that Egg was currently visiting was named Trah, and was part of the Olbahrian Empire, a petty local Iron Age empire which controlled the vast fertile Olbah river and its surrounding jungles, (the empire still controlling far less than a single continent of territory). The city of Trah was located in the stinking swamps of the Olbah river delta, consisting of buildings and walkways and public spaces built on either rotting wooden stilts sticking out of the swamp water or built on piled up mud and rocks.
Trah was a bustling port city that received constant boats and ships and barges from up and down the river, everything from fishing boats to seagoing sailing ships, trade ships and Iron Age warships, bringing trade and commerce to this gregarious hub of bustle and markets. The city stank exquisitely as only a Nurgle city could, the festering stagnant swamp water under it was filled with giant mosquitoes and raw sewage and rotting food waste floating in the water, every building was a pestilential hovel of shit and buzzing flies and swarming angry fleas, the markets sold the most rotting and decomposing foods, with an unhygienic wet market that sold ONLY animals with Covid, (or worse).
The local people collectively had (almost) every disease known to man, but individuals had a wide variety of individual illnesses, ranging from genetic to contagious, every single person covered in shit and flies and parasitic biting insects, with maggots crawling out of their mouths as they happily chatted to each other in peaceful despair in the gregarious markets and walkways and public spaces.
Huge bloated men in rusty iron armour with tower shields and filthy spears patrolled around in groups, their armour and equipment vaguely similar to something Roman Legionnaires of the ancient Roman Empire might have once worn, and mildew covered stone watchtowers stood in various strategic places around the city, manned by bowmen and men with slings as well as by more of these spearmen. It was really quaint.
Egg was currently relaxing contentedly in one of the pestilential local public bathhouses, completely naked in a women's only section filled with other women, both local women and other Nurgle worshipping female ambassadors from the fleet, all of them bathing in shallow pools of putrid filth. The semiliquid substance they were bathing in might be called mud, but it was mixed with raw sewerage and manure and the putrid rotting guts of dead animals, as well as with random rotting biological materials that the locals had found. It stank indescribably and it was beautifully warm, not heated but simply warmed up by all the microbes rotting away the various things mixed into the mud.
The huge public bathhouse had stone walls and a wooden roof, and rested on a raised pile of rubble. It consisted of many individual sections connected by walkways, with a men's only section, a women's only section and a mixed section. The baths themselves were raised and made of stone lined with wonderfully toxic lead, with steps and wooden railings to get in and out, with overflow spillways that emptied into lead lined shallow floor gutters that drained away any excess to the swamp outside. Local women employed by the bathhouse periodically added buckets of fresh filth mixtures to top up the baths to keep it freshly festering.
Egg flexed her razor sharp vulture-like mutant bird feet contentedly as she lay half submerged with her face just poking above the surface of the filth, her ulcerous naked body gloriously warm under this bacteria infested pestilential filth. Her long bird feather mutant scalp hair, formerly bright blue like her mother TigerLily's feather hair but mutated to jet raven black since worshipping Nurgle, was crawling with parasitic arthropods that were unhappy to be drowning in the mud and Egg periodically lifted her head compassionately for a while to let the poor things breathe.
Beside Egg in the filth lay Wendy and Mummy Octavia's family friend Mrs Rat Abernathy, a Nurgle worshipping plague zombie who was one of the very tiny minority of plague zombies that retained their mental faculties without going insane. Mrs Abernathy was skeletally thin and horrifically burned all over, with a pair of corroded bionic metal eyes sticking out of her ruined burnt infected eye sockets, she also had almost distastefully large non-biodegradable synthetic silicon breasts implanted under the skin on her skeletally bony chest, the huge things currently poking out of the mud and bobbing and floating buoyantly.
Mrs Abernathy was also here as an ambassador for the fleet, and it was nice to be able to spend some time with this older family friend that Egg had grown up seeing occasionally.
Mrs Abernathy made a disturbing zombie gasping groan of peaceful contentment from the nauseating putrid filth, stretching her skeletally thin zombie arms out of the mud with a disquieting cracking noise of popping arthritic joints. Egg smiled with disease blackened teeth, maggots and ticks and other things crawling around her enflamed ulcerous gums.
Around the pair bathed other Nurgle worshipping women from the fleet, but by far the majority of women in this huge mud bath were local women, many of them mothers and grandmothers with small children in their care, even male children below a certain age being allowed in this otherwise women only bathing area.
"I am *gloriously* comfortable.", Mrs Abernathy sighed in a contented croaking zombie voice from the festering necrotic filth.
"Me too Mrs Abernathy.", Egg replied relaxedly in her own phlegmy diseased voice.
The Nurgle worshipping women just enjoyed the relaxing mud for a time with no sense of urgency, only halfheartedly emerging from the filth after a time, their disease blighted naked bodies completely brown with thick wet mud.
Egg was a slender woman, and covered in thick mud like this her figure might be called beautiful, sexy even, with an hourglass waist and breasts that while not huge certainly weren't flat, with a sexy amount of bottom and pleasing legs. The mud was so thick that it currently hid the pestilential nightmare of diseased flesh that lurked beneath, showing only the shape but not the state of her skin.
Her mud covered face looked deceptively beautiful under the covering of mud, showing the beautiful Persian features of her mother TigerLily mixed with the beautiful European features of a Sevenson, with a touch of the extreme beauty of her biological aunt Wendy Sevenson. She looked absolutely gorgeous covered in mud like this, the mud showing what she would look like right now if she didn't worship Nurgle.
Other Nurgle worshipping women emerged from the mud, most of them bloated with disease or skeletally thin, some with their mud covered intestines literally hanging out of their bellies. Some were deceptively beautiful like Egg in their mud coverings, with the outline of beautiful figures and curves and slender bodies that were not skeletally thin, but none were more deceptively beautiful than Egg, she was a *beautiful* woman in all regards so long as you didn't scrape away the mud to the woman underneath.
Local women in the bathhouse complimented Egg on her beauty and figure the way other women do, and Egg smiled and thanked them sweetly in her wet diseased voice. Egg was quite used to being complemented like this by other Nurgle women, by Nurgle standards Egg looked like a model, being one of the very few naturally beautiful women who had chosen to worship the god of pestilence and decay. Nurgle was usually an ugly woman's god and most pretty women were so vain about their appearance (due to societal pressure) that they would sooner die pretty than live ugly in Nurgle, the women who usually converted already felt like they had nothing to lose looks wise, which was sad to really think about.
Egg happily accepted the compliments of the misshapen bloated local women, feeling pretty, and she moved to the dressing area of the female only section of the bathhouse, a fly choked lice infested room filled with lice infested clothing that looked like they also doubled as both handkerchiefs and toilet paper, lice jumping off the fabric of all the clothing in such numbers that the floor of the room looked like it had a covering of mist, the mist really just endlessly jumping multitudes of lice.
The dressing room had a shallow well down to a small water filled channel connected to the filthy swamp water outside, with a lot of rotting wooden buckets to get water out of the channel to wash off the mud with, but the women all hesitated to wash off the mud. Washing off the mud might technically be classified as a form of hygiene, which Nurgle disapproved of, and also out of natural female vanity concerns, (they currently looked a LOT sexier and more beautiful covered in mud like this with their disgusting diseased skin hidden).
Some of the women used sewage contaminated foul swamp water to wash off the mud and shit from their bodies to reveal the pestilential nightmares underneath, but many more did not, either from religious concerns or personal vanity or both, leaving their bodies thickly covered in vile mud and shit.
Egg used religious concerns as a cover for her feminine vanity about her appearance, and did not wash off the thick filth, secretly blushing under the mud at her own petty vanity. Egg sensed Nurgle himself rolling his diseased eyes at her vanity, but he indulgently tolerated this petty vice stoically.
Egg blushed shyly as Mrs Abernathy used a bucket of swamp water and sewage to wash away her own mud without hesitation, proudly showing off her nightmarishly burnt and disfigured infection ravaged skin, mouldy and decaying, ulcerous and covered in weeping wet open wounds, warty and cracked, peeling and necrotic and gangrenous.
The plague zombie had very little thin long grey hair, almost bald but with her scalp evenly covered with these sparse wispy long grey hairs, like the hair of an exhumed cadaver that had first been left to rot in the grave for 6 months. Her face looked dead, looked like it had been dead for a long time, every inch of it burnt in a fire long ago, but she still had the expressions of emotion on her hideous zombie face, most notably showing the emotion of peaceful despair and the chronic depression of most Nurgle worshippers, a depression so deep and despairing that it moved beyond sadness into a sense of peaceful acceptance.
Mrs Abernathy looked at Egg with the lenses of her corroded bionic eyes, noticing that Egg wasn't removing her own mud, and Mrs Abernathy chuckled and wagged a cadaverous finger at her.
"Why hide your beautiful infections away behind that mud?, Vanity should be pride in your diseases not in your beauty. You are already too beautiful for your own good without needing that mud.", Mrs Abernathy chided fondly in a zombie croak.
"The mud is good for my infections.", Egg sheepishly attempted.
Mrs Abernathy just looked at her in silence and Egg got embarrassed and shyly used a bucket to pour sewage contaminated swamp water over her head, soaking away the thick mud to reveal a markedly less beautiful creature than the mud had deceptively showed.
The full breasts were revealed to be green with gangrene and covered with ugly black veins and hideous nauseating skin diseases, her hourglass body was shown to be leprous and covered in skin ulcers and black skin cancers, all of it crawling with maggots and parasites, just hideously ugly. Her seemingly beautiful half Persian face was so blighted with disease that nothing remained of beauty, her face nauseating from all the horrible skin diseases, maggots pouring out of her festering reeking mouth.
"Now THIS looks beautiful, the most beautiful infections and plagues.", Mrs Abernathy praised Egg encouragingly.
Egg smiled at this praise, feeling beautiful again.
Egg put on her lice infested rags, clothing her body with unclean fabric that had never been washed in years, bearing thousands of different foul stains and stinking to high hell. Egg modestly covered her worm filled anus and nightmare filled vagina with a soiled adult diaper that was overflowing with watery diarrhoea and worms, pulling up the disgusting wet diaper in place of panties.
Egg put on a lacy bra in her size which Mummy Octavia had given her, originally white lace but now a disgusting dark brown from never ever being washed, admittedly giving some comforting support to her breasts and keeping them from sagging, which her husband Paxton persistently encouraged. Egg wore the bra mostly for her husband, as he didn't want her to get saggy tits, already finding her hard enough to fuck without adding sagging breasts to the equation.
Mrs Abernathy also put on an unwashed bra, with massive cups for her giant silicone tits, the bra made of a synthetic material that wouldn't rot in contact with her pestilential skin, and Egg fully dressed in her modest lice infested rags.
Egg and the other ambassador women gradually left the bathhouse with no sense of urgency, and Egg found her husband Alpha Legion Chaos Lord Paxton Tsao waiting for her in his power armour, looking bored standing on a wooden walkway that was creaking under the weight of the massive chaos space marine in power armour outside the bathhouse.
Egg ran happily up to her long suffering husband and cuddled against his power armour, and Paxton squatted down to return her cuddle indulgently, mostly just humouring her.
The locals were all gawking at the massive chaos lord in power armour who towered above the crowd, he was absolutely huge and his power armour was the cleanest thing in this entire city. The ceramite clad giant looked so regal and commanding, his thick biohazard protection rated power armour protecting him from the diseases all around him so long as it wasn't breached.
Paxton had come in peace as Egg's husband and wasn't breaking any local laws, so the local spearmen all tolerated him. Mostly the locals were just curious about the strange giant who looked so out of place here.
Egg held Paxton's massive hand and he walked with her and the other female ambassadors from the fleet, looking and acting just like any other husband might.
Egg lovingly canoodled against her husband affectionately, staining his armour slightly with her filthy fluid discharges from her skin ulcers, and Paxton indulgently tolerated this act of affection from his wife as they walked through the crowded bustle of the city.
The group weaved through a maze of wooden walkways on wooden stilts above the swamp water below, the water below them doubling as a sewer and a garbage dump, the water swarming with wiggling mosquito larvae and the air above the water thick with endless clouds of the loudly buzzing biting insects. Egg felt the comforting itch of literally thousands of mosquitoes landing on her skin and biting her, filling her blood with ever more mosquito borne diseases.
The city was immense, heavily populated given that the locals so rarely died of any diseases, with multi-storey rotting wooden houses on stilts crammed against the wooden walkways wherever they could fit, like a vast shantytown that shaded much of the water. Tiny boats moved around under the forest of wooden stilts, carrying food and other supplies around the city, and fishermen sat on the edge of the walkways above the water, dropping down hooks and nets to catch vile diseased fish to feed themselves and their families.
Being basically immune to death from disease had huge impacts on how a city could operate, letting them carry on in ways that would completely kill any normal city with infection. They could drink any fresh water without harm, no matter how filthy and contaminated, and they could eat any vile food without food poisoning, making starvation much harder to achieve when you could eat literal faeces and still gain sustenance.
The only thing that seemed to kill people was war between kingdoms, murder, and falling prey to carnivorous monsters in the jungles and seas. Criminals were generally put to death here for most crimes, which also helped to slightly dampen the rampant population growth. Frequent wars seemed to be the main cause of death around here.
The maze of walkways on stilts was crowded with vast numbers of people, especially children, all of them close together, maximising the transmission of disease between people in the crowds. In places the walkways joined stone public spaces filled with markets and open spaces and in many places temples to Nurgle as well. Market stall keepers loudly called off their wares, selling all manner of disgusting things for sale.
Egg happily entered a market with her husband, pulling at his hand with impatient enthusiasm to look at the stalls, getting out a little bag full of local coins she had gotten in exchange for some gold.
Egg happily went to a stall that sold local food delicacies, selling rotten fish flavoured with the shit of various animals, selling rotten dead rats marinated in toilet buckets, and other wonderful delicacies. Egg happily bought huge amounts of these delicious foods, eating them happily and offering them to everyone in her group.
Egg bit the head off a rotten dead fish that looked like it was made out of pure food poisoning, and she offered some to Paxton.
Paxton politely declined and seemed to instead throw up inside the helmet of his power armour…
The happy group navigated through the city all the way to their lodgings in the home of a local nobleman who had kindly agreed to host the ambassadors during their stay, entering into a lovely Roman style domus with putrid pools of raw sewage in the middle of several magnificent tiled atriums surrounded by rooms.
The family and servants of the nobleman greeted them as they entered the stone floored domus, and Egg offered them some of the food she had bought from the market, which they happily received and ate enthusiastically.
Egg and Paxton entered the bedroom which had been given to them for their stay, entering a modest but adequate filthy room full of parasitic insects and pestilence, with a reeking unclean bed and some very modest furniture.
As soon as the door was closed Paxton desperately pointed at his helmet, wanting to take it off but knowing that this was potentially suicidal on this planet without Egg's help.
Egg helpfully used her psychic powers to push away every possible source of infection from the air within a spherical small radius of Paxton, moving away not just the pathogens from the air but also pushing away every insect and arthropod that might bite him and completely cleaning his power armour outer surface.
Paxton gratefully removed his helmet, and a waterfall of puke escaped from inside, he had apparently had so much vomit inside his helmet that he had almost been drowning in it!, No wonder he had been so quiet!
Paxton gasped for breath and Egg sympathetically used her psychic powers to clean away all of the vomit, much to his gratitude.
"Thank you my darling wife, I was up to my mouth in that for half an hour.", Paxton said thankfully. His extremely handsome manly face looked relieved.
"You poor thing.", Egg told her husband sympathetically.
"This planet doesn't agree with either of my two stomachs, I keep throwing up.", Paxton said matter of factly, not complaining but just expressing a fact.
"You don't have to stay, you can leave if you want to honey.", Egg said seriously.
Her handsome husband was quick to refuse, suavely saying that he would miss her too much.
Egg smiled shyly at this, feeling special.
"May I say that you look especially beautiful after your mud bath treatment?", Paxton pressed charmingly with a dazzling smile.
Egg felt even more special at this and blushed even more.
"You are a beautiful woman Egg.", Paxton pressed mercilessly and approached her with a slightly hungry look.
Egg deliberately didn't read his mind, part of their unspoken agreement where Paxton would pretend to find her attractive and Egg wouldn't read his mind to see that he was lying. Paxton couldn't help the fact that Egg didn't physically attract him, but he was still extremely sweet the way he always pretended that she was the most sexy thing in the universe…
Egg consciously used her powers to shield him from every disease and parasite she carried as her husband reached her, and his massive armoured hands touched her possessively in nonsexual places like her shoulders and her back, gauging her sexual receptivity.
Egg didn't resist as she was touched in suggestive ways, subtly indicating that she was receptive, and Paxton gave her a lovely shoulder massage as foreplay, before then suggesting that he massage her back as she lay on the bed, the old classic way of getting a coy reluctant wife to fuck.
Egg happily played along when Paxton pretended that he needed to take off his armour "because he was hot", and she also let him strip her "to make it easier to massage her", taking off first her rags and then her bra and her diaper, laying down on the bed naked on her front as her equally naked husband crouched on the bed next to her, giving her a lovely back massage as she used her powers to protect him from everything in this room that wanted to make him sick.
Paxton expertly did all the classic tricks to "accidentally" grope her in various places, very gradually warming her up as he got ever more frisky until Egg was completely in the mood. Paxton then kissed her maggoty mouth passionately for a while, his acidic venom saliva burning away every disease and maggot that tried to enter between his lips.
Egg closed her eyes in bliss as her husband kissed her with pretend desire, and she waited for him to use his Astartes mastery of his own body to force himself to have an erection, (wisely putting on three layers of condoms before sticking it anywhere).
Egg exhaled deeply when she was penetrated by her husband, and she greatly enjoyed it as he very gently thrust inside her rhythmically, enjoying her husband.
The sex was much more reserved than how Slaanesh worshippers had sex, just tender vaginal sex after a lot of very gentle kissing, completely normal sex.
Egg had a few lovely pleasant orgasms and Paxton forced himself to ejaculate by sheer force of will, giving Egg the happy marriage she desired.
Egg lay in bed cuddling her husband naked, feeling so content and peaceful after her penetration. Paxton was an excellent actor who gave her everything she wanted in return for her loyalty to him.
Egg wasn't stupid and knew what she looked like, and she knew that Paxton wasn't sexually attracted to her, but part of the deal the pair had made was for Paxton to pretend to desire her.
Paxton desired POWER above all else, he was attracted to power, he wanted to control the loyalty of very powerful allies who would serve his interests. Egg the Alpha Plus Psyker was one of the most powerful psykers in the galaxy, certainly within the top 100 by even the most conservative estimates, and this made her a VERY attractive ally for someone who desired power to possess.
Egg desired a husband, it was the price of her loyalty that any chaos lord who commanded her loyalty MUST be her husband and MUST play the part well, whether sincere or not. Egg wanted to get to experience happy marriage, she wanted a man to lie right to her face and tell her that she was beautiful, and she desired sexual intimacy.
Paxton had been greedy enough for power to do all of these things exceptionally, and as long as Egg avoided reading his mind she got to enjoy her own happy marriage fantasy. Egg got the feeling that Paxton was, if not attracted to her, at least feeling some small sense of fondness for his wife, which might eventually become something approximating love if she waited long enough.
"That was lovely, thank you for that.", Egg said seriously.
"You don't need to thank me for fucking my own wife.", Paxton replied in character.
"In all seriousness, I hope that you feel fond of me Paxton. Do you feel fond of me?", Egg asked him seriously, her despair expecting the worst if he answered honestly.
"In all seriousness, dropping every pretence, I respect you Egg. You have helped me and my people through the petrochemical war, you helped us through the years of starvation, and you will continue to help us in the future I am sure. I respect you.", Paxton said dropping his husband mask to speak openly.
"I know I'm ugly, you are sweet to pretend that I'm beautiful.", Egg said in despair.
"You are not ugly, you just worship Nurgle.", Paxton said with surprising wisdom.
"I love the way that you pretend that I am the most beautiful thing in existence, it makes me feel good when you flatter me like that.", Egg said tenderly, slightly reassured.
"Do you know what is not pretence?, The fact that you are my WIFE, that is not fake, we are married. I want you by my side for centuries to come, for thousands of years. That is not pretence.", Paxton said honestly.
Egg blinked happy tears at these beautiful words.
"I do not mind playing the part of husband, for that is what I am. It is not unreasonable that you expect me to act like one.", Paxton said calmly, almost tenderly.
"Do you enjoy having sex with me?", Egg asked vulnerably, her Nurgle despair expecting him to say no.
"I enjoy connecting with you and deepening our bond, sex in itself has never greatly interested me as an Astartes. Since meeting you is the only time I have ever really done it at all.", Paxton replied honestly.
"You find it pleasurable though?", Egg pressed insecurely.
"Bits of it are pleasant.", Paxton shrugged, holding Egg slightly tighter in his massive muscular arms.
"Other bits aren't?", Egg asked despondently, determined to remain depressed.
"It's the diseases not you that are unpleasant, I don't know what is living inside your vagina, but it feels like putting my penis inside an ants nest every time I have sex with you, a multitude of things are crawling around inside you, I feel them moving all over my penis, they bite too…", Paxton said gently.
"They are just being affectionate when they bite, and I always heal you instantly of disease with my powers.", Egg explained despondently.
"Apart from little things like that I find sex with you pleasant my darling wife.", Paxton reassured, putting back on his husband mask and becoming really sweet.
"I want to give you pleasure, I don't want the sex to be just for my sake, I want to do something that you would enjoy.", Egg said seriously.
"What *are* you suggesting my darling?", Paxton teased charmingly, now wearing the mask of loving doting husband.
"Do you want me to suck your dick or give you a hand job?, Is there some fetish that you would like to do with me?, Do you want me to dress up in some costume?", Egg offered.
Paxton paused at this offer, and Egg deliberately avoided reading his mind to respect him and give him the freedom to think about her offer without eavesdropping or interruption.
"Anything I like, you won't be offended?", Paxton said carefully.
"I can do kinky stuff, I promise not to be offended.", Egg reassured with a naughty smile.
"I would like to have sex with you…", Paxton began but stopped.
"That's a good start that I enthusiastically encourage, what else?", Egg coaxed happily in relief, secretly glad that he hadn't asked to fuck another woman.
"I would like to have sex with you… Looking the way you would right now… Without any diseases… Just you… Can you do something with your psychic powers to look, (and smell and taste), like healthy Egg?", Paxton asked cautiously.
Egg blushed at this, not having expected this request.
"I… Could…", Egg shyly allowed.
"I don't want to offend you my darling, it is just a suggestion.", Paxton added.
"No, it's ok. I want you to have pleasure, and at least you still want me to look like myself, not some other woman.", Egg shyly reassured.
Egg used a tiny fraction of her power to cast a spell of concealment.
Green energy glowed all around her and hid all of herself, replaced with a deceptive glamour that hid every maggot, every worm, every skin disease and other sign of disease.
Laying on the bed was now a stunningly beautiful half Persian half European bird mutant woman, with long brilliant blue feathers for hair and elegant clean bird feet, her skin completely clean and her body sexy…
Paxton gazed at the disguised Egg in awe, and for the first time in their marriage his penis grew erect by itself without Paxton having to force it by intense focus of willpower. Paxton hungrily looked his wife up and down and ran a hand over the supple flawless skin of her disguised body.
Paxton was then all over her with so much sexual aggression that it was almost scary, kissing her passionately and touching her breasts, his erect penis poking against her body.
Egg giggled in erotic delight and happily gave herself to her husband, and he for once penetrated her without even using a condom, the spell preventing any of her parasites from biting him or even being felt by him.
The seemingly beautiful woman moaned in a flawless healthy voice as she was passionately fucked, almost getting squashed under him as he enthusiastically fucked her down into the bed.
The sex was energetic and beautiful, Paxton moaning in genuine pleasure in a way that Egg had never seen him do before, and her disguised body was covered all over with white ropes of thick semen as he erotically came all over her, over and over again.
Egg and her husband were chuckling happily on the bed a considerable length of time later, bonding in a way that they never had before, Paxton looking genuinely attracted to her.
"You are so beautiful…", Paxton told her fondly.
"This is a spell of disguise.", Egg reminded him.
"It's still all you, no one else but you. This is still my wife.", Paxton replied logically.
"I suppose that it is still me.", Egg allowed.
"I hope that it wouldn't be rude to humbly request that we do this again in the future.", Paxton said hopefully.
"Of course we can do this again honey.", Egg agreed sweetly.
Paxton kissed her hungrily.
"Can I go back to normal yet?", Egg asked.
"Just let me have you one more time first.", Paxton said huskily and penetrated her yet again.
Egg giggled and enjoyed a wonderful orgasm, getting filled up with cum, and only when he pulled out did she drop her disguise, once more looking ravaged by disease, crawling with parasites, covered in filth and stinking to high hell. The drop of the glamour also showed Paxton to be completely covered with her filth, his unprotected penis blighted from the contagions and parasites of her vagina, his face and body looking sick and infected…
Paxton froze in horror at the state of himself and especially of his penis, and Egg sheepishly used the healing power of Nurgle to heal him and clean his body of disease and filth.
Paxton looked at Egg as she really was, not with desire as before but with carefully hidden disgust, finding her physically repellent.
Paxton immediately gave her a huge cuddle before she could get offended, kissing her pestilential black feathers.
Egg calmed down and sighed a big sigh of acceptance of the way things were, just happy that she had briefly pleased her husband for the first time ever.
***…
Fhimra Pyrestrength howled with laughter as her teeth were brushed by three of the apprentices at the same time, two of them scrubbing her bare exposed armpits with a foamy toothbrush each, one of them brushing the many teeth in her laughing mouth.
The apprentices then changed places, the toothbrush pulled from her mouth to scrub her armpit as one of the toothbrushes on her armpits was put in her mouth. Fhimra continued to howl with hysterical laughter, tugging desperately at her bondage unable to close her armpits or defend herself!
Octavia was also howling with laughter having her own teeth (and armpits) brushed by the other three apprentice sadists, also in strict bondage as she was tickled mercilessly.
Fhimra clenched her eyes shut in ticklish horror as it just went on and on, her INSANELY ticklish armpits screaming at her for mercy as they were scrubbed with diabolical sadism in the worst way possible!
Fhimra was in absolute hell, but she was also absolutely wet as fuck, hating it but loving it like she always did, hating herself for putting herself in this peril but not wanting it to stop either, in her usual predicament of pleasure but suffering.
The tickling hygiene was getting worse than ever before as a result of their proximity to a Nurgle planet, getting tickled clean like this CONSTANTLY throughout the day rather than no more than twice a day as in the past. Wendy and Lash didn't want the tickle slaves to get sick and they had actually hired the apprentices with money to keep them clean like this.
The apprentices were absolutely LOVING this job, being complete sadists, and they were completely GLEEFUL in tickling Octavia and Fhimra absolutely excessively clean around the clock, their poor ticklish bodies never knowing a moment of peace!
The toothbrushes changed yet again, Fhimra's teeth already the cleanest they had been in her life, her badly tickled armpits scrubbed of every single trace of dirt or bacteria, but the sadistic Dominatrices just didn't stop!
Fhimra cried tears of laughter as she involuntarily wet herself, tickled to complete incontinence, but the sadistic Dommes still didn't stop, just laughing cruelly at Fhimra's bladder problem.
Fhimra had been tickled clean for hours now, her skin completely exfoliated of every last microbe, every single inch of every single rib had been comprehensively scrubbed with a foamy toothbrush, every toe, every abdominal muscle, every single part of her, all mercilessly tickled clean around the clock as she howled with laughter in a wide variety of different bondage and positions.
Fhimra had superlative stamina from her constantly tickled existence as a tickle slave for months now, but even she was starting to get tired from the sheer unrelenting grind of this merciless tickling.
Fhimra almost choked on the toothpaste as she gasped desperately for breath to keep laughing, unable to even speak with a toothbrush constantly in her mouth like this!
The apprentices just kept periodically adding more toothpaste, using the stuff both on her teeth and on her skin as soap. Her mouth was so minty fresh from the toothpaste that it felt like it was burning with extremely cold fire, the minty freshness becoming more and more torture over time!
"Puh-wheeze no more!", Fhimra begged in tears with the toothbrush in her mouth, starting to crack from the torture.
The apprentices mocked and jeered cruelly, dominantly licking away her tears in a way that made Fhimra feel even wetter and more submissive.
"Safe word!", Fhimra pleaded as best as she could with the toothbrush in her mouth.
"You don't have one!", The apprentices cruelly laughed.
Fhimra wept in dismayed laughter, really starting to cry and sob now.
"Aw, tears.", The apprentices mocked in pretend sympathy, tickling her even more excessively until she couldn't even keep sobbing because she was laughing too much!
Fhimra just kept crying for so long that the apprentices eventually stopped in concern to check on her. Fhimra just couldn't stop crying and sobbing, her mouth burned with what felt like icy minty fire, complete agony and not fun even for her masochism.
"The mint is burning my mouth from all the toothpaste, it BURNS!", Fhimra sobbed in burning mouth agony, her entire mouth stinging with cold!
"We have been paid good money to keep you completely tickled clean around the clock to protect you from diseases, this is the will of your OWNER my dear Fhimra.", Mistress Agony explained with mock sympathy in her delighted sadistic voice.
"I don't mind the tickling, (well I'm getting exhausted from it), but PLEASE no more teeth brushing for a while!, My mouth is on fire!, Please it is stinging my mouth!, Please no more Ma'am!", Fhimra wept and sobbed.
"It is burning and stinging my mouth exquisitely!", Octavia moaned jadedly with Slaaneshi excess.
"I'm a tickle slave not a pain slave!, Please just tickle me Ma'am!", Fhimra begged desperately in tears.
"What about we use a mint free toothpaste for a while?", Mistress Thorn the apprentice geisha suggested.
The others agreed and the screaming sobbing Fhimra had her teeth brushed again, this time with a toothpaste that didn't make her mouth feel like cold fire was burning it.
Fhimra laughed involuntarily as she was tickled all over with soft toothbrushes in the eternal task of keeping her constantly clean, her whole body foamy with churned up toothpaste that dripped down her bound body.
Fhimra calmed down as the minty burning sensation faded from her mouth, and she just laughed with her mouth full of toothpaste suds, tickled hideously but at least not traumatised anymore.
Fhimra had never been so clean in her entire life, but they just didn't stop, tickling her for hours until stopping for a meal break.
Fhimra spat suds out of her mouth and gratefully left her bondage to rinse off all the toothpaste and have a long drink of water.
Fhimra and Octavia cuddled and kissed each other when they were both out of bondage and cleaned up, Octavia's perfect busty body scrubbed almost raw, all water wrinkled and extremely pale, completely and utterly clean. Her kisses tasted extremely minty and clean.
The two thoroughly cleaned tickle slaves happily entered the lunch dining room with the apprentices, finding it scrubbed completely clean, with Chaquille wearing a face mask and a transparent plastic suit that covered his entire body but for a face opening, it had a hood for his head and everything, even gloves and shoes, like a hazmat suit or something. He looked ridiculous!
The women all laughed at the sight of him, and he tutted at their ridicule under his mask.
"I'm not taking any chances with Nurgle nasties being brought back from that planet. My gay ass doesn't need no Nurgle super AIDS.", Chaquille camply defended himself.
"What's for lunch?", Fhimra asked hopefully.
"Sterilised infantry ration packs, not so much as a microbe inside.", Chaquille said, pointing to a big pile of packaged plastic wrapped food bars!
"But that's not the usual yummy stuff you give us!", Fhimra protested in disappointment.
"That's because I'm not stupid. The LAST thing any of us should be doing is eating food that isn't sterilised, you don't cook when Nurgle is dragging his fat ass around the kitchen!", Chaquille exclaimed overly dramatically.
"Is Nurgle in the kitchen?", Octavia asked stupidly with childish credulity.
"No but he might as well be. I popped out of the palace to take a look at that planet through a window, it's absolutely gross!, Ambassadors are right now down there negotiating with whoever the hell is down in that toilet of a planet, and I bet that some of them have already come back up here bringing whatever they've caught with them. This whole fleet will catch some pandemic if we're not careful!", Chaquille exclaimed seriously, too scared to even say anything particularly sassy.
"We should have left immediately, or burned the entire filthy planet from orbit if we are keeping the place. Going down there like this is madness.", Fhimra grimly agreed, deeply distrustful of Tzeentch's biggest rival Nurgle.
"I thought that only Nurgle worshippers like Egg and Rat were going down to the planet?, Diseases can't hurt them, they will be fine.", Octavia said stupidly.
"Yes *they* will be fine, but they can still carry back any new diseases they pick up on the planet. The rest of us might not be fine.", Fhimra quietly explained to her stupid girlfriend.
The women sat at the table, being served plastic packaged ration bars of sterilised food, and the women opened the packaging to reveal some sort of muesli bars made from Stōørølø grain sterilised with gamma rays, the grains glued together with some high sugar solid substance that tasted very high in calories.
Octavia squealed with delight to be given something so high in unhealthy sugar and she immediately started stuffing her face with Slaaneshi gluttony, completely lacking self control in the face of pleasure and just eating like an absolute pig.
Fhimra and the others were much more sensible in how much they ate, eating slowly. Octavia then tried to steal muesli bars from the other women when her own ran out, seemingly hyperactive from the sugar like a child. The Dommes sternly warned Octavia not to eat any more when she tried to steal one of Fhimra's unopened bars, and Octavia pouted unhappily but submissively agreed, complaining that she was still hungry. Fhimra could certainly see why Wendy kept Octavia on a strict diet, her gluttony was unbelievable!
"Why even bother with this planet?, Why not just leave?, What value does it have if it's as infectious as everyone says it is?", Mistress Agony mused at the room curiously.
"Nurgle planets are rich in methane gas remember. The Wong Mafia is probably going to be crawling all over it in hazmat suits drilling for gas to use it as fuel. This place probably has trillions of script worth of methane gas.", Mistress Thorn suggested.
"Like with all those sea gas rigs they built back on Alpha Plus Sanctuary before we lost the planet?", Mistress Agony asked.
"Yes exactly. This place could be worth an absolute fortune if we ever lost Stōørølø, I bet it has enough swamp gas to keep us supplied with fuel almost indefinitely.", Mistress Thorn said greedily.
"Ah, well then it actually makes quite a lot of sense to keep this place then.", Mistress Agony conceded with a greedy smile.
"The local Nurgle worshippers can even man all the gas works for us and guard them if we win their loyalty, they won't get sick down there. Wooing them to join us peacefully actually makes heaps of sense if it lets us mine the gas without a lot of trouble. It's certainly worth the slight delay if we get trillions of script worth of gas out of the deal.", Mistress Thorn pressed excitedly.
"That greed won't help us if we all get ugly pox or something from that planet. This is a bad idea.", Chaquille warned pessimistically.
Fhimra hoped he was wrong, and hoped they left soon. She wasn't sure how much more constant scrubbing her poor ticklish body could endure!
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