In Warhammer Fantasy as my ERP Character

10

It is finally morning, I noticed absentmindedly as the beastmen took the three Tuskgors I just birthed away. My hand immediately returns to my pussy and starts playing with it. Already tight after spreading wide from giving birth to the Tuskgors. However, I still haven't cummed even once. Even after the pleasure from 4 other bodies piling up. This constant edging is grinding my patience and sanity. I already checked the surrounding camp from hidden enchantments or whatever and still found nothing. No other woman in the camps is afflicted like me. But still I continue to roughly stimulate my pussy, desperate for release. Already wet from the intense arousal.

“Mother.”

“What!?” I snapped at Druig who interrupted me. He flinched, still hurt that he also couldn’t help me orgasm yesterday. I know he took pride from his girth and sexual prowess but yesterday was terrible for both of us.

“I-I’m sorry dear. I’m still frustrated that nothing works. What do you need?” I apologize and reluctantly stop pleasuring myself.

“Kal returned. He was surprise” hearing this I managed to force myself to stand and leave the tent. Leaving a trail of wet juices as I go. The sun is already quite high, I didn’t notice the time passing.

What I saw after leaving the tent was genuinely a surprise. Kal and his raiding party roared in triumph. Apparently he bested the other herd chieftain, which is a Khorngor after I saw what skull he was lifting. Then he takes over the other herd and returns. However most of them are Ungors and I see no Bovigors in sight. Then I checked my herd status.

Current herd population: 511

You have conquered another herd. +6 attribute points

Nice, seems like I now have another method to acquire attribute points. I checked further and yes there is no new Bovigors which is quite disappointing. Then I went to congratulate Kal but froze as I saw a bound Slaangor. An unknown dread creeps in but I push it away. I can easily kill him and besides, I have extra lives.

“Mother” As I froze, Kal approached me first.

“Yes. you have done well sweetie” I felt proud of his accomplishment and gave him more headpats. I saw my other childrens staring so I stopped. Kal looked a bit disappointed but he continued.

“That Slaangor said he has a gift for you from another daemon. I don’t trust him though. Should we just kill him?”

The creeping dread returns when he mentions another daemon. Which daemon? Slaaneshi? Or perhaps a Tzeentchian making some pranks? Such thoughts will go on and on. There’s only one way to find out.

“Bring him to me”

Then the Slaangor are brought to me. He looks enraptured, eyes darting around my body to imprint it to his memory. He stammers a bit before finally speaking.

“It is wonderful to have finally met the Golden One. I am-”

“Save it. What kind of gift do you bring and from whom?” While it seems like he is good at pleasantries and quite eloquent, my frustration gives me little patience to spare. And the Golden One? Seems like Chaos do notice my existence. He looks a bit insulted by my interruption. But he quickly hides it. Licking his lips as he thinks what to say next.

“I cannot say. The gift will vanish if I speak from whom it is in front of others and if it's touched by another.” Meaning he wants a secluded place for just both of us. Kal too growled at the notion.

“It is precisely what you need. Of course you would know what I am speaking about” I am reminded of the wetness of my crotch. Its juices flows down my thigh and leg, with some directly dripping to the ground.

“Come with me.” I finally decided. Having no patience for more words or thoughts. I can just kill him if he does anything other than giving the gift.

“Prepare a tent for us.”

After the tent is prepared, I lead him to the tent. Already unbound by my order. Finally there are just the two of us.

“We are here now, where is this…” I paused as the Slaangor showed his dick. It is both longer and thicker than Druig’s. Shaped with a pointed end, it has barbs and knots at the base. “Gift?”

“The gift can wait.” Then he starts touching my body. Exploring it with his hands now and with my pent up frustration and arousal, I let him. Groping my breast, caressing my hips and ass, and I gasped as his hand explored how wet my folds are. He licked his finger that got wet with my juices. “How about a gift from me personally first.” He put his dick on my stomach and I gasped. Showing how much he will pierce if it is allowed to get inside. Even after my new height, it will go above my belly button. And without my mutation, it won’t ever fit. He then pushes my leg a bit apart to make some space. My logical side to kill him clashes with my frustration and arousal. It is clear what to do.

“That would be fun”

With that cue, he pushes his monstrous dick up. Pleasure explodes from my pussy to my brain. I gave a silent scream as I finally climaxed. When I returned to myself, I was on my back on the ground. I must have fallen from the orgasm. Already feeling full, I checked as I felt no movement. Only to see that only half just entered.

“This will be fun indeed.” Then he pushed more inside. Another orgasm exploded as I felt him piercing my cervix with his tip and the barbs. This time I managed to scream my ecstasy as the feeling of being split open and the pleasure are incomparable. With a grunt, he pushed his entire dick inside. Only the knot is still outside. My scream silenced as I felt his dick push the furthest edge of my womb and push it even more. I can only gasp and pant from the pressure and we stay in this position for a while. I savor the fullness and the barb of his dick inside me just as he savors my insides.

Then he lifts my leg, bending it above my head. I moan as he pulls his dick a bit before plunging it in again. Then he starts to fuck me in mating press. First slowly before picking up the pace. I moan with every thrust and scream with orgasm every few thrusts. He somehow managed to fuck me rougher than Druig and give me endless stream of orgasm.

“More! Fuck! FUCK! MORE!” I screamed and he obliged. The slamming of his hips changed from frantic into slow but forceful thrust. Giving signs that he is close. Before long, he pulled most of his dick outside. Then he slammed his entire body down. Aided with his strength and gravity, he pushes his knot inside as he finally climaxes. Seeding my fertile womb with his virile seeds. The feeling of stretched, knotted, and the flooding hot semen inside my womb drowned my mind with pleasure and orgasm. I hear a familiar system notification pings but I ignore it.

I recovered from the best orgasm of my life a short while later.

“Finally d-AAH!” He tries to pull his knot. Making me moan. Then I felt that his dick is still hard inside.

“Wai-oooh.” He pulled his knot again. Then again every time I tried to speak. Another orgasm rocked my body the fourth time he pulled his knot. Then he finally pulls his knot outside the fifth time. Only to slam it inside again as he fucks me again with renewed vigor.

Some time later

I jolted awake with another orgasm. I don’t know how much time has passed or how much I have passed out from the pleasure only to be jolted awake by another orgasm. 

“Time for your gift”

He is saying something but it doesn’t matter. As long as he keeps fucking me everything else doesn’t matter. Then he moves to near my ear and whispers something. I screamed then. My body spasms and twitches uncontrollably as my entire body gripped by both orgasm and fear in equal measure. A notification breached into vision as I blacked out

I am now within the sanctuary. Screaming. As even here, I still felt the sensation of the Slaangor fucking me. However it is followed by pressure and coldness. Fear grips my core as something powerful has their eyes on me. I have to run away. Looking around for a place to hide, I froze as I saw Valariel’s soul staring into me. A faraway crack sounds and I pushed her away. Then another form of pleasure filled me again.

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Valariel watched in horror as a purple tendril pierced the daemon’s head. It pierced from the left and exited on the right side of her head. Lifting her up from the floor, making the daemon moan and squirt from its pussy before violently pulling it away like a broken doll. She was left alone in terror and confusion as she looked around if there’s more of those tendril. Seeing none, she looked back to where the daemon was being pulled. Anger wells up as she feels a small tinge of worry to the daemon that has made mockery to her body and soul. Ultimately, she chose to chase after it. Reasoning to herself that without it her fate will become more uncertain.

She arrived at the edge of the sanctuary. There she sees the daemon stuck on the crack where the purple tendrils emerge. Beyond, a mass of tentacles and hands endlessly pleasuring the daemon. Tentacles fill both her pussy and asshole and more tentacles pull her to the warp. She instinctively knows that if the daemon is pulled to the warp, the sanctuary will collapse and she will be taken too.

“Daemon!” She screamed. Having no other word to call her captor. But the daemon responds nonetheless. trying to reach her before more hands pull the daemon back and small tentacles pushed into her ear and out from the other. Music, the most beautiful and perfect notes flows through the daemon ears deafening her from the outside. The music switched from one instrument to another. Then everything joins into an orchestra and finally a lullaby. Pushing her more into unconscious bliss.

Valariel called out a few more times but there was no response. The crack starts to widen and she can see the edges of the daemon body start to turn purple. Panic and fear continues to grow. The thought of giving up flashes across her mind. She had died and this daemon had taken her place. Temptation to see this daemon broken and taken like her appears. It would have been so eas-

Valariel jumped. Gambling everything as she climbs the mass of tentacles and hands. The hate for herself by thinking of giving up and the temptation fuels her forward. The mass of tentacles and hands now starts to give her the same treatment. Tentacles found its way to her holes, slowing her down as she gasped with the sensation. But she manages to climb and finally meet eye to eye with the daemon. The daemon struggles once again. Pulling Valariel into a hug as if it gives her strength. But hands cover her nonexistent eyes. Showing her wonder and sights unimaginably beautiful. A grandiose palace, a perfect tropical island, a room completely made of and filled with the softest pillows imaginable. If only she just let go.

The daemon tries to speak. But a hand pulled her face to the side. A daemonette face appears and kisses her nonexistent mouth. Giving her the taste so perfect she felt her mouth melting. Sweet and intoxicating like wine but refreshing. Then a perfect blend of sweet, salty, sour, and bitter. The daemon starts to moan and another echoes her own. The same treatment repeated itself to the high elf soul. The stimulation and pleasure eventually become unbearable. No eyes to see, no ears to hear, and no mouth to deny. Both are slowly and surely pulled into the warp.

Like a sudden storm, red clashes with purple as daemons of Khorne and Slaanesh battles once again in the warp. The hold on both of them lessened and their consciousness returned. Unknown power restores their vigor as they struggle once again. The battle continues to rage on, the mass of hand and tentacles weakens. They eventually manage to push back into the sanctuary. As they break free, the sounds of battle continue before the mass recede and the sanctuary mends itself.