Smut for the Smut Throne

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The following article is a /tg/ related story or fanfic. Should you continue, expect to find tl;dr and an occasional amount of awesome.

This article contains PROMOTIONS! Don't say we didn't warn you.

You wanted it /tg/, so here it is. Khorne and Slaanesh finally get a room. Contains /ss/, heavy BDSM, and the kind of fucking that blows mortals minds just reading it. (Or it will, once this is done, anyways)

You need to read this- it's soooooo exciting. I promise you won't regret it... -or so says Slaanesh, at least.

FAGGOT! READ THIS AND I WILL FIND YOU, WHEREVER YOU MAY BE, AND PERSONALLY EVISCERATE YOU! LEAVE THIS PAGE AT ONCE!- and that was Khorne. Make of this what you will.

Prologue

Awareness crept back to Khorne as he took in his surroundings. A spotlight overhead punctuated an otherwise bleak darkness, full of soft groans and cries of delight which seemed to be coming from below him. The light was focused on a cold, stone table, to which the chaos god appeared to be bound spread eagle on. His clothing was still present, but the fact that something had eluded his consciousness troubled Khorne.

The last thing he remembered was playing cards in the Formless Wastes with the other major warp entities. Which meant only one thing: one of them had captured him, and based on the ambient sounds he had a fairly good idea which one. Roaring in rage, the Blood God strained against his bonds, only to become dismayed(and even angrier) when they did not simply break from his strength.

“Oh, I’m afraid you won’t be leaving that easy…” purred a voice, growing ever louder. “You see, those manacles were made in the Forge of Souls, specifically to restrain and torture my more…naughty servants.”

“I AM NO SERVANT OF YOURS!”

“True, true. That is why you are only restrained, and not a babbling mess…for now.”

“WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, I WILL PERSONALLY FLAY YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!”

A sensual moan emitted from the darkness as a woman’s head came into view. Seemingly sculpted from an image of pure beauty, her face was the vision of perfection. Violet eyes peered out from behind locks of golden hair, which were punctuated with multiple, curved horns and pointed ears.

“That sounds *delightful*” groaned Slaanesh, as she slowly stepped into the spotlight. Yet again, her body was maddeningly perfect in every aspect. The dangerous curves were covered by a corset, garter belt, stockings, and gloves. The dark, airy fabric clung to her slightly tanned flesh, bringing further definition to her form. As she stepped further into the spotlight, hands of her servants reached out in a attempt to keep a grasp on the Lady of Excess for as long as possible. She, of course, moved on as if they didn't exist. And to her, they didn't. There was only one thing on Slaanesh's mind.

"Hello, my dearest."

“YOU!”

“Yes…me”

“HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR HARLOTS! YOUR SKULL WILL ADORN MY MMMPHH!!”

Chuckling, Slaanesh interrupted Khorne’s diatribe by stuffing a ball-gag into his mouth. Made of the same material as the manacles, it was something that could not be simply dismissed away or torn. Still, his anger could only be contained so much, froth beginning to seep from the edges of his mouth. Slaanesh simply used a slender finger to transfer said saliva from Khorne's mouth to hers, before continuing.

“Oh I know. I know. You want nothing more than to eviscerate me and drink my blood. But that all can come later. First, I’m going to do something I haven’t done in quite some time.”

She leaned in, nipping the chaos god’s ear. Whispering, she giggled, “I’m going to actually enjoy myself. How? By fucking you…over and over and over…”

Chapter One

NOTE: This section is written by a totally different 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.

“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.

“Too bad~♥”

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.

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.