Editing Smut for the Smut Throne (section)

==Chapter One==
''NOTE: This section is written by a totally different [[User:Khor'neth|Newfag]], as the old one quit this project (see Discussion page). Improve, and let me know. I'm just starting out, so this may require bettering. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.''

Slaanesh snapped her fingers, and her six handmaids began stripping Khorne of his clothing. Once this task was done, Slaanesh began massaging his muscle-clad body with an oil that would serve to soften his callous skin, making him more susceptible to sensations. Slaanesh looked at the bound Khorne, marveling at his physical superiority. Both gods strived toward perfection, although their definitions of the subject differed. Khorne worked toward martial supremacy above all else, and his body reflected that stubborn ideal. His majestic slabs of muscle were ruggedly defined beyond mortal comprehension, faultlessly chiseled for efficiency and strength. Slaanesh never agreed with his single-minded ideals but she could certainly admire the body sculpted from the path of skulls, as evident from the wetness of her nether regions. Khorne, however, was flaccid at the sight of his opposite. He had no grasp on such concepts as beauty, so he saw Slaanesh as nothing more than an enemy. That was going to end, but first… she had to get this autistic bodybuilder’s dick hard.

Once the oils were fully absorbed into his skin, she slowly moved her hand down his abs and onto his loincloth. Slaanesh tore the last bit of fabric off, revealing a large mass of dormant dick meat, much to the chagrin of the blushing Blood God. Taking her sweet time, Slaanesh began oiling Khorne’s rod, groping and teasing the flesh with her silken gloves. They were so immeasurably soft and delicate that any caress would send shivers of ecstasy down the Lord of Murder’s spine. Khorne already has a hard time understanding any emotion other than anger, but if he had to describe it… It felt like the satisfaction one gets from murdering a worthy challenger, a feeling he hasn’t experienced since trillions of millennia ago… 
 
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?” thought Khorne. As Slaanesh continued to rub the oil into the pliable flesh, heightening the sensations with every painfully slow stroke. The new confusing pleasure drove him to an apocalyptic rage. He shouted into his gag, trying in vain to break the shackles that were barring him from tearing his nemesis apart. His bloodshot eyes were staring needles into the Lord of Excess.

Slaanesh returned his gaze with smug gleam in her eyes while licking the sweat from Khorne’s chest, teasing a nipple every now and then. “You’re so fussy about these things.” she vexed, “Just enjoy it, Frowny Face McMurderaxe. After all, you care not from whence the blood flows, so why not let it flow somewhere more… titillating?”

She slid down to Khorne’s pelvis, rubbing his half-hard member on her face, enveloping it in her lust-laden breath. Savoring the strong metallic scent of the phallus, Slaanesh began teasing it with her tongue. 
“Ahh… Khorne on the cob. I think this might be my new favorite treat!”

Khorne’s cock, already tortured by Slaanesh’s slow handjob, was being violated by her tongue. The cruel rapidity of her licking caused the blood sausage to grow to full mast as the Blood God’s howling became louder. After hours of this, Khorne bucked his hips and strained his entire body as torrents of cum came shooting out, covering his captor’s face with seed. The anger in his voice was hot enough to ignite the air aflame.

'''{{Blam|“RRRRMMMMPHHH!!!”}}'''

“Such a violent reaction! You want me to stop, hmm?” The God of Excess used a finger to collect some of the semen from her face and ate it, enjoying its surprisingly sweet flavor. Her pillowed lips twisted into a cruel smile. 

<span style='color:purple;font-size:100%'>'''''“Too bad~♥”'''''</span>


Now, let's be clear here. Chaos Gods are super-powerful in their own right, but as with any god, that's not to say their physical bodies can't be injured/twisted/you get the idea. And, really, even for a Chaos God, being stuck deep in your mortal enemy's territory, with them at the height of their strength, and you at the bottom of yours, being drained every second by the realm itself- it's not a situation it's that easy to get out of. This was why, as anger flooded Khorne's body and clouded his mind, he 'felt' something else creep in, unbidden- a softening of his fury. Remember, Khorne was stuck deep in Slaanesh's domain, and as Slaanesh licked her lips with a long, serpentine and moist tongue, and began running her hands up and down his body- well, there's only so long even the Lord of Battles can last. Yes, there was no mistaking it- Khorne's rage was evaporating like blood off a hot axe, but sooooooo veeeeeeery slooooooowly. As Slaanesh patiently waited, comfortably settled on top of a struggling Khorne, she began to engage in a bit of mental back patting.