Chapter 5 - Thirst of War [Ero]

Katarin clenched her teeth as her rear was pounded by one of the many daemonettes; yet another body in the long rows, resting on all fours while passing cultists and fiends delved into their delights. The Ice Guard stood by their queen, making the vast bulk of this mockingly organized orgy - war maidens of most elevated kind saw their behinds uncovered, properly pounded and turned from pale white to delicious pink or red. 

Each and every single one was long defeated, bested by the daemons of Slaanesh and infected with this mad desire to warm daemonic pricks and guzzle down their unholy seed. Those who had their face veils removed were often shoved into daemonic crotches and groins, their visages buried in saliva and juices, their personalities reduced to an orchestra of choking and loving, or hopeless, sounds. 

Those who yet had their faces covered remained so for a purpose, so that inhuman dicks could be gently hidden beneath the fabric and then blown without showing it to the world; allowing the sensation-starved ones to merely imagine what happened beneath it, feeding themselves with images that could only come to be in their wicked minds. 

Former queen clenched her fist as a hermaphrodite simply slammed its tool deep into the royal loveparts, not coming inside but taking it out right after and stroking proudly - all so white strings of seed could deliciously paint Katarin's back with their heat and their stickiness.

Two of her personal guards soon halted their worship of the daemon's body, turning to their ruler and sticking close to her; all so their tongues could clean her back from this delicious, love-nectar. The witch and her hanging udders couldn't do anything else but withstand this obscene madness, feel the breasts of her kin pressing against her as they dined right on top of her body, feeding themselves with spunk. 

All of it while the orgy continued around her, all while dozens of buttocks were slapping against fiendish groins, while she could see her subjects buried in white thickness by covens of content daemonettes. 

Musk of the heralds of pleasure hung in the air, the atmosphere carried itself thick with sensations and sweat stuck close to her skin; unless licked away by the royal warmaidens. The sheer, raw weight of her udders truly wasn't helping, they grew greatly and now the simple adrenaline was gone, Katarin could feel how they pulled her down; it all serving as yet another reminder of what was done to her. 

But as lips kissed her skin and tongues gave her the only wicked sort of cleanliness she could expect here, she knew she couldn't falter. Little was left here to take pride in, only the recent epiphanies kept her resolute and upheld the queenly spirit - realizations that came to her once she faced off with the feathered fiend of change. 

This warlike pride did work in her favour, keeping her mind safe from shattering pounding or cum-drowning ejaculations. Yet, as the last bit of fresh nectar was licked away from her skin and as the daemonette walked away, she felt the atmosphere change. Something else was approaching, so much more violent in nature and carnageful in spirit; something so unfit for this mass of tasteless pleasure that surrounded her from every direction. 

Her quivering gaze sharpened, she forced herself to unblur her vision as it was quite useless most of the time. For something was approaching, its hooves crushing the vines of Slaanesh's bestowed garden and its presence almost undoing the love-inducing corruption of the thirsting one. It walked, perhaps out of its place, perhaps coerced by the trap of the perfect prince; its own delight trapped and then twisted, its will to dominate the battlefields repurposed. 

Katarin clenched her teeth as she watched it near, its feet burning everything in its wake. She would not mistake it for anything else - the body so impossibly muscled and covered in barbs, each iron-tipped. 

From its back sprouted a pair of monstrous, membranous, bat-like wings, ones that allowed it to soar over the battlefield before diving into the maddest and bloodiest areas of battle, striking at anyone who would yet not be reduced to pieces. 

She met its eyes as the scarlet fumes awashed her; fog of red presence that took its toll on your mind and your flesh - by no means weakening either but throwing it into a trance that this blood-thirsty thing ever so wanted, the blessings of ferocious combat. Something that hardened your muscles, brought fire into your veins, granted you the will to fight. 

The will that now lured it to her, the unbroken spirit of a combatant; be it the battlefield or the bed. And it approached, devoid of its armour and with marks of the prince on its skin - the sigils of what brought it to a different sort of combat. 

Katarin squinted her eyes, seeing something grand wave to the sides with each step this daemon took; right as her former guard separated themselves from her body in a sluggish manner, their skin still moist from juices and sticky. They crawled forth towards this thing, their eyes locked on a ballsack so dark and yet so smooth. Their mouths clearly wanted to follow in that direction no less. 

And it halted only right before the former queen, provoking her with its gaze - hungering stare, thirsting for the sheer domination of its opponent. The queen answered, standing up for just a moment and taking a single step before falling down as her body reminded her of all it went through. As the weight of her udders reminded her where her place was. 

"Do not find yourself superior just because I kneel before you, Khorne's dog." She growled out before falling onto her knees; her eyes burning with the flame of hate, the heat of anger and belligerent challenge. Former queen cupped; held her breasts from below, as if to present proudly their sheer and enhanced size. Her fingers with ease lost themselves in the mass of royal plumpness, it all serving as just another proof to their, nearly, tasteless heftiness. 

The dick of this fiend was right before her, it didn't bother to cover itself, even despite being the incarnation of war and combat. Bloodthirsters were the face of their mad god, the puppets of slaughter and souls of carnage - their size matched this purpose, their blades could cull swaths of men like a thicket of grass, their hooves could crush ribcages with ease and with their hands they were able to grab men and toss them alike pebbles. 

And their dicks, as it turned out, kept up with the rest of their bodies; Katarin stared at something so utterly massive that any sort of common sense was out of the window. Her eyes observed in discontent, they watched the shape that appeared to mimic an equine and how it wouldn't bear any natural colour but this violent red and black. Alongside its base ran some onyx ridge; shining in almost metallic manner and likely being as hard as stone. 

And the spikes, the barbs that extended from the broad tip; they were numerous and in truth, ran all across this monstrous slab of dickmeat - only far more scattered. The cockhead stood as a threat no less, clearly too large to fit into anything mortal or sane. Gaze of the former queen was far from satisfied, a thing like this could break her with ease, her inner walls stood no challenge against Bloodletter's innate strength. 

And yet she wouldn't step back. 

She couldn't turn back. Tzeentch's fiend made her realize that this was just yet another battle, she had not come here to be bred like an animal, without a choice or direction other than to give her holes to the first meat. Thirsting Prince wanted her flesh and sweetness of humiliation, Architect of Fates wanted her to fall and to be mocked as a form of change. Now Khorne's beast has come to defeat her and to beat her in the only battlefield there was left. 

And she would give them none of it. 

The winds of hate were strong and scarlet -shaded fumes permeated the air, in a way no different to the musk that Slaneesh's monstrosities carried with itself, wherever they went. And her lungs filled with it, it soaked her flesh and ran with the blood - filled her mind with resolve to outfuck and outmatch this dog of blood. Didn't matter if her belly would grow swollen to no end and her flesh would be pounded till nothing else would fit. 

She would not falter before mutts of chaos, no matter which or what God it would be. 

"I do not fear any of you or your filthy tools." Katarin growled out as her former ice guard clung to this beast's ballsack, their lips pressing against black jewels and sucking on them; even though they couldn't even dream about sucking on them properly due to their sheer size. "So come on, dog of Khorne. I'll not be the one to break today." 

Because that's what this hunger was all about - this thing wanted nothing but to break her but, perhaps due to Slaanesh's meddling, not her bones but her mind. The undefeated spirit in the face of being so outnumbered, so surrounded and so defenseless. This will to break the other seeped off it and went right into her mind due to its presence - so there could be only one way this would go. 

She would fuck harder than it was ready for. 

Cock-addicted warmaidens wouldn't leave; even if it was just between her and the bloodthirster now, they would cling to the source of fleshy obscenity like starved animals. Katarin watched in annoyance as their tongues left salivated marks on the black balls, worshipping this thing in some mad manner. One of them even dared to grab this monstrous slab of cock-meat and did so with both hands, rising it slowly to fully unveil the onyx jewels. 

Daring to interrupt even more, the other looked back at her queen with such a needy spark in her eyes and then up at the fiend again in a begging manner. Whether the daemon was simply going to do so anyway or granted the wish she didn't know but it stepped just a little bit closer, making the royal visage face off with this baggy sack. 

Katarin felt as the smell slapped her no less than a minotaur's cock; she not only was not directly beneath the monstrous dick, she also could lick what was before her if she just wanted. The scent was of a pure male - sheer aroma of sweaty bodies mixed with will to break another's body by means no other but fucking the very brains out of it; all with a meat so massive that no sane mind would consider to take it in. 

It was heavy, enough to stick to her face like mud and to mix inside her lungs with the fumes of this fiendish presence; all so she would breathe with nothing but the fuck-thick air. 

And yet she feared it little as the hand of the former warmaiden pushed her into the fiendish ballsack, as the pretty face was buried in the baggy skin. Kislev's finest maiden simply met it, felt its heat and inhaled even more of its scent, right before sucking on it in the form of a simple kiss. If she couldn't take on even the balls of the beast, how could she hope to outfuck the rest of it? 

She smooched and then she licked, doing so slowly whenever the flavour was yet being learnt and then leaving quick licks to simply clean it off afterwards. It was a simple proof of her will, her ability to do anything to beat this giant piece of muscle, no matter how big or hard it was going to be; no matter what cock-bound scent it would have, no matter how it would taste. 

The ice guard by her side would simply stare at her, breathing heavily and digging her nails into her own udder-flesh, all to the vision of her queen serving such a crude brute in such an obscene way. All while the other sister kept the monstrous, violent-looking cock in the air and by its very tip - just so it would bend slowly down under its own weight in a deliciously fat manner. 

Eventually the closer cock-addict needed further fuel to its masturbation and pulled Katarin's head back from the fiendish balls; strings of saliva formed between the puffy lips of royal heritage and the wicked jewels. Collected in a rush by the broken slut-maiden of the Ice Guard, they stained her chin and cheeks as she lunged for a kiss and forced her ruler to share all of the daemon-flavored saliva. 

With one hand running between her own thighs and with the other on the back or Katarin's head, she forced her tongue in and stole as much as she could, getting off to the sheer obscenity of it all. The taste, the smell of cock, their udders pressing against each other and the mass of surrounding, breeding bodies in every direction. Little time it took before she was pushed away and onto the floor, before she simply succumbed to her orgasm. 

The fuck-queen of Kislev panted as she pushed away her subordinate, seeing and hearing her descend into absolute, mind-corroding bliss. She swallowed the remnants of shared saliva and scoffed out in supremacy. "Nice try you mindless heap of flesh." Without a shadow of doubt this was first of Bloodthirster's tricks to weaken her and now she survived it without a scratch. 

Smelling like a sweaty, male ballsack and with thighs running wet with love juices. Yet entirely unscratched, unbroken. Indominated. "But you'll need more than a slut to break me." And her voice was calm and yet filled with fire, with a challenge and provocation. To add to the insult, she licked it a few times more and smooched so well that the baggy skin pulled back a little as she moved her head away and up. 

Higher so she could move her cock-attuned lips onto the side of the daemonic shaft, to run her tongue across its length and move accordingly. She slobbered over it, over every bump and irregularity and over the barbs that made themselves be felt; all till she met the broad head and sucked to it, feeling the salty flavour of nothing else than a brute's dick. 

She grabbed the shaft by its very end and did so with force, wrapping her fingers around it; angrily so as if she had enough strength to inflict anything but pleasure upon this unbreakable thing. As her former guard held and sat with maws stuck to this meat no less than those of Katarin did, the daemon merely stared them down, letting them prove themselves. 

Kisser of the slave-queen worked its way to the middle of this broad cockhead. Her angry slobbering let it buried beneath saliva, her mocking lips collected every single bit of precum and showed she's not going to let him rest. These disgruntled and yet equally disgusted eyes jumped in a regular fashion, carefully watching the licked cockhead at times and staring into the burning gaze of the Bloodthirster at every other time. 

It was little time before she began to breathe shallowly and often as the heat radiating from this unholy meat alone was enough to undo Kislev's chill. Whether it was just her love-abused mind playing tricks on her or not, she couldn't tell but yet saw as if steam was raising from this prick; alongside them a scent simply incomparable to anything else and now mixing with this of his very balls. Both mixing on top of her skin, permeating it in this heat. 

And she could do nothing else but lick the source of it all, shove her tongue around its urethra and intercept all of the freshly arriving, early nectar. It was almost delicious to watch whenever these puffy lips stuck so close, forcibly pressing against nothing else but the opening of a daemonic prick, just to follow with the least royal sound of them all - the slurping of precum. Straight from the source. 

Time was of little importance to Katarin, she did not bother with how long she smooched and guzzled; neither did she care for how many times did the member or her own Ice Guard press her nose against the inhuman shaft and inhale its lascivious smell. 

Udders laid hanging down for a long time, both sets carefully enhanced and proudly presenting hardened nipples. Ladyparts ran wet to the sound of fleshy worship, to the taste of daemonic cock-meat and its salty gifts. All amidst countless bodies being bred into the ground by unnamable daemons, all while other maidens of fine birth and heritage had their minds drowned out in buckets and barrels of fiendish seed. 

Yet no matter how long it would last, no matter how much she would smooch, lick, suck and drink - it wouldn't do anything. Katarin eventually backed off from a cockhead so immaculately polished that it could be a glass-born toy of the finest kind. Her lungs filled with cock-stained air as she needed a moment to think about things of importance - how to make this beast of Khorne empty its balls right on top of her and how to make it lose this battle of wills. 

She exhaled, bathing the royally cleaned prick in her hot breath and bringing the unwavering gaze onto the fiend. It just stood there, glaring down at her with these filthy, canine-like eyes and jaws, shaped after the favourite warhounds of the Blood God. Unluckily for her, the time given was already running out and she had failed to prove her ability; in the end all she had was resolve. Something to be broken. 

Hand of the bloodthirster fell onto her head and grasped it with ease, capable of crushing it at his tiniest whim. Yet her death wasn't something he wished at this time, not as long as her spirit still could be played with. Mocked, provoked, shattered, reformed and twisted; not until this queenly spirit was driven into the ground and reduced to ashes. 

She was pulled back even more, no longer with a daemonic prick within the range of her tongue. Strings of precum and saliva, previously stretching between her chin and this slab of horselike meat, broke swiftly. Katarin took another heavy breath as the fiend merely grasped his own tool and pulled to the side, softly by his standards and yet making a great distance between her precum-lipsticked maws and itself. 

And then it simply came back. 

Ringing resounded between queenly ears and everything turned black for a moment; shapes undulated before her eyes and as she met the cold ground; slut of Kislev could have sworn she had seen things tripling before her eyes. The noises of all the sucking, blowing and wet pounding turned distant as if from behind dozen walls - all while she felt some touch around her body, massive hands forcing her up and a set of smaller, perhaps human ones helping no less. 

Something pulled her legs up and locked as her vision slowly unblurred itself; right as she felt great heat against her back, something hard as blackstone and nearly molten. And her skin stuck to it; from the sweat, from the remnants of long licked nectars and saliva of her subordinates. No different to pressing your hand against a wet tile and yet sending some odd, unfitting shiver up your spine. 

Katarin blinked with her maws open wide, spread almost lifelessly and showing off the cock-fed insides, yet not for all that long as her consciousness was slowly returning. Dick-slapped so hard her spirit left her body for a moment, she took a decent moment to come back to senses; all to find herself trapped in the arms of the daemon and exposed as obscenely as never before. 

With fiendish arms going beneath her knees and locking together right behind her head, forcing her legs up and presenting the bare ladyparts to everyone as she was pulled high from the ground; her udders squeezed both between her own thighs and against themselves, showing off their massiveness and roundness. Like in a martial grip, she had little chance to get out if someone this much larger held her captive. 

Because indeed, she was not to escape any soon; not till her conqueror was done. Not until this battle was finished and not until a monstrous, violent meat of barbs, spikes and mad size was done with her. There would be no freedom unless this massive, broad and horselike tool was shoved deep into her womb and pounded it into a shape fitting for nothing else but the largest of tools; so that it would never be used for anything else again. 

Katarin felt the molten kiss of this giant, otherworldly looking prick on her ladyparts; fat and savagely unfit for her lovely lips, it shined from her own saliva and newly amassed precum. Her eyes looked down upon it, from above her own piled, squeezed together udders. "You mad brute, this isn't going to fit. Put me down and I will break your cock with my tongue alone." 

But she already had her chance and managed nothing. 

The fumes of male stench, the hot air still lingered in the air and clung to her like mud; brought her body to sweat and to stick even more to this of the Bloodthirster. Not many words were given, even though this daemon could speak any and every language a human mind ever came up with. It just wasn't about talking anymore. 

Equine tool that outshined all but save for the largest of unholy steeds simply pushed upwards; its otherworldly head pressed against the lower love-lips of the former queen and began to force them apart. Katarin squealed as the fattest of tools daemons threw at her yet was simply ramming her insides and spreading them open in its own wake. "It's not…" She panted out as a mad sensation went through her body, the need of ruination but yet a will of self-perseverance. "... going to fit." 

"You brute." She panted out as her flesh began to give ground, to bow before this beastly cock and welcome it inside; to stretch in a manner that would allow it inside - all of its heat, it's spreading width and throbbing. Queenly teeth could do nothing but clench as royal ladyparts swallowed the tip of this brutish tool. "Put me down…" Katarin growled out in a helpless but still fightful mindset, watching fat amounts of cock-meat slowly slide into her and disappear. 

Not entirely, as body such as the human one simply didn't have enough space inside itself for a tool such as this and thus resorted to the only way it could host it and get properly pounded. Delicious, obscene bulge grew with each swallowed inch of daemonic dick; the royal womb was breached with ease and soon spread, stretched to host the unholy prick. 

Katarin's eye twitched in exposure to this mess of sensations; pleasure of her loveparts being absolutely outmatched, the pain of hosting something so unfit for her feeble body and the odd mixture of being rightfully dominated by a real beast of the god, while refusing to fall. All of it like colours, poured into one cauldron, twisted together that neither could be distinguished from another . 

And her head pushed beneath the surface of them all, left there to drown in every sensation. 

And as her mind simply sunk in the pool of raw feelings, the body simply hosted his meat and at all times, made just enough space for this feast-worth of daemonic cock. It all by all means an impossible fit, a breaking mismatch and yet one that was to define her place as yet another heap of queenly fuck-meat, born to take as much dick as it was possible. 

This mad bulge stretched high, with ease reaching the tastelessly fat udders; her flesh assaulted with sensations that didn't seem to exist as much as an hour ago, the barbs and spikes running over her sensitive flesh and pushing her further than sanity would allow. All whilst she was locked in this fully exposing, dominating grip.

Alabaster teeth of the queen clenched, her tiny fingers tired to scratch and rip the daemonic flesh; all for naught as it was hard as stone, even without any plate. Perhaps cute in comparison, painted and polished nails shined as the deed was being done; not allowed to lose their shine even amidst this great indecency and humiliation. Fumes of hate permeated the air no less than those of bliss; each biting into the queenly mind and taking its toll. 

"I'll…" Katarin panted out, her chest rapidly rising up and then going down, her beasts softly following in motion as they squeezed against each other alike sacks of plump flesh. "... kill you once I get…" It was a raspy voice that gave those threats, weak with heat and fiery with anger. "... once I get down. Put me down you bloody fiend." 

He really wouldn't. 

Instead his cock stuffed her just enough and halted, leaving so many inches of broad, outlandish and otherworldly cock-meat inside her body. Its fat shaft spreading the royal cunt and drowning in love juices; the fat head stretching her womb to a degree that would already break any other woman - shatter lesser minds into nothing but cock-addicted malady. 

But it was only better that she tried to claw her way out, fight and deny what was about to happen. Insults and screaming added to the sheer obscenity, to the madness of this whole situation. It would be no show, no battle if she was already shattered. The womb breaking was just about to begin. 

He began to move, pulling out with an orchestra of delicious and wet sounds, spilling mad amounts of love juices and bringing Katarin's pretty head to thrash left and right. "You filthy… mindless brute." She growled as her spirit almost left her body, pulled out with the barbs and spikes of such a monstrous tool. "I'll have you…" Her sentence wouldn't meet its end as he slammed it back into her, causing her breasts to jump up and down in all of their fat, oversized glory; no different to halfway full sacks of potatoes, merely far more obscene. 

And so she began to moan, produce sounds that a sane, thinking woman wouldn't ever be able to make. All while her loveparts were pounded in a rhythmic, hasteless but shattering motion; each slam leaving a mark of the daemon upon her womb.

She tried to speak, puffy, cock-stained lips tried to utter words but yet only made sounds of unnamable bliss; Katarin's mind was assaulted no less than her body, each thrust seemingly fracturing a piece of her consciousness and as if drowning her intelligence in precum. Her brains seemingly poured over with a bucket of spunk and seed, covered in layer so thick there seemingly was nothing before. 

Her thoughts weren't allowed to converge and form, shattered once and again with each heavy slam. This cock inside her cunt was all there seemingly was and as it was required, she was allowed to focus on nothing else but squirming around it alike a proper hole of use. 

The Ice Guard rallied by Bloodthirster's legs, their tongues and hands caressing his sack, worshiping as he broke their revered queen. They listened to the wondrous sounds of nasty gushing, to the squished love juices and precum that dripped out of the royal hole alike finest lube; they inhaled the scent of raw breeding, watched her womb be pounded into something that would never again serve anything but the largest of cocks. 

Katarin's udders merely kept their motion, jumping up and down; her eyes simply rolled up as she drooled with clenched teeth. And it all lasted, in her mind, for no less than a lifetime; the body she became would be unceremoniously and thoroughly tenderized. Her buttocks would shine with drops of sweat, her colossal breasts would never stop bouncing, her nipples would remain hard as stone and her cunt would run wet with juices. 

All on top of nothing else but a dick belonging to a wardog of Khorne. 

Only once she was properly ruined and rightfully shown her place as the defeated, only then she would be finally slammed into with force that pounded her body no less than her mind. Her womb would finally feel the final thrust that reshaped it into a daemon-attuned tool of relief. 

Not much longer came the whiteness; the nectar that painted her insides white and slowly filled them with warm thickness. Bloodthirster's gaze would simply glare down at her stretched belly, all as it soon grew in size to a delicious round shape; stuffed with seed to a point of absolute no return. Little would escape her loveparts at this time, given just how madly stretched her lips were around his shaft in the first place. 

As she filled up alike a good barrel, the daemon let go of his iron grip; allowing Katarin's legs to fall down. Little did it change as she still just remained there, kept upright by the amount of cock inside her. She would remain so till he was done coming; till his balls were empty and till the broken warmaidens below could feel a great difference in their weight. 

Only then he would grab her by the waist and slide off his cock, throwing the seemingly lifeless, well-bred body into the ground; allowing the great amounts of precum to escape from her and lessen some of this belly that looked fit for the grandest pregnancy. 

And so she met the cold soil with a heavy thud, all while her royal guard worked to clean the remnants of delicious spunk from daemon's equine tool; their tongues running into every nook and between all the barbs, leaving not a tiniest bit of seed undevoured.

And thus she was nothing but a womb-broken queen of public use. Defeated, cum-stuffed and broken.

A broken queen. 


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