Editing Smut for the Smut Throne (section)

==Chapter Two==
"NOTE: The following is written by a totally different different [[User: I-Don't-Even-Know]], as the other guy...quit I guess? Same stuff from previous guys note applies. YOU DONE BEEN WARNED, SON.

As she finished cleaning her face off with her tongue, Khorne’s fuck-stick poked Slaanesh under her nose. This elicits a gasp from the dark goddess, pleasantly surprised at the stamina of the Blood God. “Seems as though I won’t need to fetch any aphrodisiac for you.” 

“It’s almost a pity…" she sighs, "I really wanted to see how my dear nemesis would react to my more potent narcotics.”  Her lips sit plump and full on her face, shining with moisture and covered in purple lipstick. Slaanesh began kissing the distended member on the tip. Her moist lips feel unnatural, as if the lipstick acted as a sort of lubricant, and her equally slick tongue snakes out of her mouth to caress the underside of the head. Slaanesh began to plant the kisses further and further down Khorne’s shaft, leaving behind purple kiss marks while stimulating the head with her silken hand. Her mouth looms over Khorne’s testicles, exhaling warmly over them before kissing, licking, and sucking on the massive cum manufactorums. She raises herself from the ballsack, slowly sliding her tongue up the shaft.

“You show a promising amount of stamina, but we aren’t even close to being done yet.” She quickly slurps a drop of pre and gulps it down, leaving a trail of spit on the shaft that leads to her smug grin.

“If you cum too soon, I will have to punish you.”

She leans forward and begins slurping up and down Khorne’s broad dick with her tongue. Finally, she places her lips back on the tip, and slowly engulfs it into her mouth. Slaanesh bobs her head up and down, trying her hardest to bury the cock into her throat. She manages to envelop one or two inches before rebounding, only to impale her throat on the rock-hard shaft to swallow another inch. Eventually, the fight to bottom out reached its climax as she finally swallowed the fat, oversized cock. 

Lesser sluts would look absolutely defiled if they were to swallow a cock as massive as the Blood God’s. With a foot-long dong (30.48cm), even the most experienced harlots would have mascara drenched tears rolling down their beet-red face. However, Slaanesh was shoving a dick whose grandeur and breadth blew even her most prized stallion out of the water, yet her beauty was no different from when she began. 

Slaanesh began fucking her face on Khorne’s dick with a rhythm that was both brutal and calculated in much the same way as a masterful music composition. It was as if Mozart and Metallica had composed a blowjob (it’s better than it sounds, trust me). Such thing was simply too much for the Khorne, whose virgin dick was not yet accustomed to something as simple as a handjob. Euphoria enveloped him, and he prepared himself for release… yet it did not come. In horror, he looked down to Slaanesh, who nuzzled his pelvis and constricted her beloved’s cock with her wet throat.

The softness and pliability of her lips were obvious, yet the tightness of her throat was nearly crushing. He would have came, but her throat prevented this release. He was barely hanging on, the pain of withholding the orgasm mixed with the pleasure of the blowjob, and the two extremes whiplashed Khorne. The edging was too much… his conscious was teetering.


How long had Slaanesh been planning this? Actual planning, that is. Five millennia? Ten? It may or may not have been delayed due to several...ventures taking attention away from the required time at the drawing board. And this wasn't like the run-of-the-mill bondage sessions of her numerous followers, oh no. This would be the first time where Slaanesh would walk/crawl/some-form-of-movement away from ''truly'' satisfied. 

But why Khorne and not the other two? Well first of all, Slaanesh still hated Nurgle for two main reasons. The first, obviously, was the theft of Isha. The second was the corruption of her former favorite champion on Terra, Charlie Sheen, with HIV. Damn you, you fat amoeba. And Tzeentch was pissed at Slaanesh for being born. He had some sort of master plan, as he always does, for the Eldar before Slaanesh was murderfucked into existence. But that still resulted in the Dark Eldar, which Tzeentch began to continually manipulate. Just As Planned. But still not cool, Slaanesh.  

But back to Khorne. Why him? Why does Slaanesh want to fuck Khorne so bad that she went through all that trouble, besides her massive sex drive? Well, she is attracted to/has an animalistic want to fuck him for a number of reasons. Firstly, as mind numbingly clichéd as it sounds, it started when the two first met. It was after Slaanesh had finished...playing with the remaining Eldar in and around the Eye of Terror. The other three Chaos Gods showed up to check out WTF was going on. Slaanesh, hoping the newcomers were a way to continue her murder-high, attacked. To which Khorne used the drive chain from his motorcycle, which was in the shop after he lent it to a certain cokehead for a spin, and tied Slaanesh up. She of course got off on this and became interested in the loud one, because he seemed the most physical and rough. 

This started the long and "unique" relationship of the two Chaos Gods. At first, Slaanesh only played around with Khorne because it was fun and thrilling. Also easy, exceedingly so. It was like using a leaf blower to knock down a house of cards. After a while, it was because he was the only one who could still make her feel anything. A slight bit of fear, a rush of pride whenever she heard him rage over her pranks. Then, the fantasies that were once sparse started to become commonplace. She found herself thinking about Khorne more and more, what she wanted to do to him and him to do to her. Soon after the fantasies turned into an actual drive, a sense of affection and possession that would be impossible for anyone other than a Chaos being to understand. Now Slaanesh is all for sharing when it comes to sex, but if she could pull this off, this would be the one exception. And so she began planning to make the Chaos God of Blood/War/Slaughter/Etc her permanent lover.

But to Khorne, it always seemed like Slaanesh only existed to infuriate him. Skulls from his throne stolen, replaced with notes containing smutty images and suggestions. There was the fact that warriors no longer paid him tribute by default, and now had a 50% chance of giving it to Slaanesh depending on the reason for killing. That's 50% too much for Khorne. This nearly always culminated in Khorne chasing Slaanesh, while shouting threats and curses, whenever they happened to be within sight of each other.

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