In Warhammer Fantasy as my ERP Character

13

I woke up. No, I am now conscious enough. Damn, how long are they fucked me? Lak is sleeping on top of me, my futa dick still knotted in her just as Kal’s dick still knotted in me, and from the looks of it, it’s barely morning. So apparently we just finished. I heaved a sigh. Yesterday was intense. Because of the Nurgle’s bonus I did not lose consciousness and remember every last detail of the mind numbing night. With me on top of Kal, Lak on top of me, and Druig just beside us, I decided I can stay in this position while they sleep. Then with nothing to do, I checked my Alignment change

Just 0.5% increase on Slaanesh. It did massively decrease other alignment gain. I guess if I keep up with this intensity, there will be only my ‘Self’ and Slaaneshi alignment. There is still no notification or anything regarding the Chaos Gods trials. I checked if there is anything else new and found that my Blood concept is at level 6 and I can confer Lycanthropy. But only to humans as I instinctively know. It is yet to be seen if I can give it to beastmen. Probably not but I might force it when my Blood concept is high enough.

Then suddenly Kal moved. I instantly moaned and so did Lak as I was forced to move along with his dick. Me and Lak are dropped to the side as Kal’s knot finally popped free from my pussy. While Kal continues to sleep, Lak is woken up. She moved her snout to lick my face. I guess this is the beastmen equivalent of kissing? So I opened my mouth for a sloppy make out. Has such an act even existed before? Or has my influence changed my beastmen children behavior?

Once we had enough, I pulled my knot out of Lak. She let out a whimper as it popped free.

“You have to give it to me mother. You look like you had so much fun yesterday and I want to try.”

“Remind me tonight.” Then I switch off my dick mutation. Having such a big thing dangling whenever I walk seems like a hassle. Seeing my and Lak’s belly already big from pregnancy, we should start giving birth in the afternoon. I caress her belly. Hopefully Lak and my children will be as active as her. She is the only Caprigor female who actively fights. And so we lie down till after midday when all the females start giving birth.

Lak gave birth to four Caprigors. All female. Then I somehow gave birth to three Bovigors and two Caprigors. One female from each. But then the herd is shocked with a cry. Beastmen babies don't cry. They bite and growls. I looked for the source and found Mal walking towards me, carrying the crying baby. I also noticed that the Eonir elves also have their full attention on the baby. Even the ones whose minds are already broken. As if sensing the wrongness of this situation.

“This was born from the norscan you bred yesterday” She presented the baby to me. To my shock it is not a beastmen baby. It is an elven baby that also has all of my mutations. I picked her up as she cried on my arm. Confused on what to do, I just held her until she opened her eyes. Our eyes met and a connection between us was made.

What? What is this? And what do you mean willing? Is there some Norscan custom that I don’t know of? If they lost they are willing to be used as a sacrifice or whatever? Actually that might be it knowing their ‘strong takes from the weak’ culture. Then another warning appeared.

Well, that’s ominous. There are still the choices and the baby looking at me unblinking. As if awaiting my decision. If I do nothing then she will grow just like the other beastmen children. Turning her into a lesser daemon however opens up to unknown possibilities. Ultimately I decide to turn her into a lesser daemon. She was already born mutated, it’s not like she will have a chance of a normal elven life. Then the connection grows stronger. And another set of senses flooded my mind. I saw myself through the baby’s eyes and felt all that it felt. And the baby felt joy and… love? It felt warm. And soothing. Not overwhelming like other feelings that I get to experience so far.

I basked in the feeling before finally noticing another sound. The elves are crying. All of them. Now the camp is filled with the sound of the elves crying and muffled sobbings. Confused but more annoyed, the beastmen gathered the elves away into one tent. Only then does Kal come to me asking permission for another raid. I approved and told him to gather some scouts to notify us of the human army and follow their movement. Then I looked back on the baby. Thinking of her name.

“I think I will name you, Valerie.” It is a name from my old world. But I think it is fitting. To name a daemon who is also not from the four but me who is from another world. I returned to my tent, we still have to increase our number before we can stand against the human army. Then another notification appeared.

—

We finally left the damn forest the morning of the next day. But since we marched all night long, we camped and rested all morning. Courtesy of our guide who warns us that it is better to leave the forest before more sinister things can happen. We have officially trespassed into Marienburg territory. It is a fine afternoon as I am finally enjoying a warm soup as we are preparing to march again soon. But of course it must be ruined as Dagobert barged to my tent.

“What is it now?”

“The uh- the elves are acting strange.”

“They are elves. They always act strange”

“Well, all of them suddenly start crying.”

“What?” Finally looking up to the sergeant to see if he was joking. But he is not and this is not his kind of humor.

Then another one barged in.
“We must march at once!” The elven captain demands. Eyes all puffy.

“Yes, we are prepar-”

“We will march ahead if you tarry any longer.” He gives his ultimatum.

“Hold on now.” I tried to reason

“THAT DAEMON HAS WRONGED US!” The elf’s outburst surprised me speechless. I never saw any of them this mad. “It has wronged Isha.” He continued with a much more level tone but with much more dire implication.

“Careful elf.” I broke from my daze. “You start to sound like a dwarf.”

I saw his face contort in disgust from my comparison. I throw the content of my bowl before he can continue his outburst. Surprised by my act, I threw my table to the side. Then with a stride, I grabbed his collar and pulled him down eye to eye.

“I was promised a Captain!” I shouted to his face. “And three hundred soldiers. Not mewling children…” I pause to hammer my insult. “Who gets mad when his mother gets poked.” I glared at his eyes before finally some semblance of rationale returned to his eyes before shoving him away.

“We will march as soon as we can. In the meantime you can send your scouts to track them. But if you really want, you can leave and throw your lives away.” I turned from him and started to gear myself.

The elven captain wordlessly left. What he chose I don’t know. But hopefully he chose to stay. It will be a pain tracking the daemon in the wasteland.

“Anything else you need me sir?” I turned around and realized that Dagobert is still here.

“Nothing. Just prepare your company.” He gave a salute before promptly leaving. But then I saw my empty bowl.

“No, wait. Dagobert.”
“Yes sir?” Managed to call him before he left the tent.

“Is there still some soup left?”

“I believe none left, sir.” 

“Hmmm. fuck.”