Exhausted. I want to sleep but it seems no such comfort for daemons. The feeling of being watched is gone. I shiver just remembering the sensation. Valariel hugged me tighter then. And I do the same. We are still hugging each other on the floor since we barely managed to fight back the Slaaneshi invasion. She is sleeping now. How wonderful. Is it even possible to dream in the warp? But it doesn't matter. We can continue and rest for a while. I looked at my daemon body. Patches of deep purple on my pale white body can be seen everywhere.
I took a deep breath. If I still can do such things. This will not be the last time Slaanesh will try to claim me. A sense of hopelessness starts to take root remembering how I barely succeeded in holding myself. The thought of forsaking the material world and hiding in the sanctuary comes to mind. But the invasion comes to mind and hiding is not a good solution. I look back to the system. There must be something that can help me.
40% Self Alignment reached
You can choose one 40% Self alignment bonus
Current choice will affect 50% Self alignment bonus choices
Just from the bonuses it is clear that the second choice offers the most bonuses. But the attention of all Chaos Gods and powerful daemons makes me reconsider. It is clear however that the first choice is a safe option. It will leave me to contend with Slaaneshi on my own without much interference. However, with the invasion still fresh on my mind, I don’t think it will help much at all. Perhaps only delaying for a short while. The blessings or other bonuses from the trials might give me what I need. A long while passed as I thought of my option. Ultimately I picked the second option. And hoped I did not regret this. Immediately powers start filling my entire being. I even saw the Slaaneshi taint recede a bit. Then a barrage of notifications fills my eyes.
As always, Khorne gives the best bonus in terms of combat. Tzeentch is vague as always. Then Nurgle gave something good too. Now hopefully the attention I will be getting is worth it. Then I felt a distant orgasm. Seems like while the problem on this side is resolved, I am still being fucked by that Slaangor. The feeling of disgust wells up knowing this. I pat Valariel’s head. To comfort me more than I comfort her. Then I returned to my body.
Immediately I felt the sores. Especially from my mouth, breast, and lower body. My entire body is caked with dried cum with the Slaanngor chewing my breast. I spat out the cum within my mouth and choked him with my right hand. I lifted his body away from me as he struggled to pry open my hand on his throat but noticed that he had his knot inside me. I moved my left foot on his abdomen and held my breath. Then I pushed him off with my leg. Popping his knot out, giving me another orgasm as I hear a crack. I looked at his limp body and head that was limp to the side. Seems like I crushed his neck when I cum. I struggled to stand as my belly was already swollen with pregnancy. Enormous amounts of cum flowed out of my pussy and asshole as I stood. Judging from the light, it seems it is afternoon already before noticing the loud ruckus outside. Dragging the corpse by the broken neck, I exit the tent.
An arrow flies past my face. I looked around in surprise as the entire camp was entirely surrounded. I quickly healed myself from all the soreness. With my spear nowhere in sight and probably too small for me to use anymore, I tore the Slaangor skull along with his spine. I focused both my Authority and Blood magic to turn his spine into a Spinal bone whip sword. I swing my sword to the nearest humans. Using my Passive Authority to guide the strikes. The sword whip elongated and beheaded three heads.
“Mother has returned!” I hear Kal shouts from one side. Then the warherd roared as they fought with renewed vigor.
“Strengthen. Endure.” I cast my spell to empower my childrens as an arrow hit the back of my head and bounces painlessly. A rage immediately filled me as I whipped back to my assailant. The sword whip lunges in vengeance to seek the backstabber. The elf manages to dodge but the humans between him and my whip sword, both meat and plate are cleaved in half vertically. I was surprised by the increase in power. Moreover this thing stacks?
Another roar from the surrounding warherd who witnessed it. Emboldened, they start to steadily push the humans back. But soon it is clear that the enemy is too many. With the humans on the front, the elf practically have a field day of just shooting from the back. While the metallic skin mutation is powerful, they can still be overwhelmed. Then dozens of arrows from all sides greets me back from the display of prowess. I bottled up the rage and tried to think of an escape plan. Dead, maybe. The words appeared when I planned to escape further into the forest. Deader, probably. Other words appear after picking another direction into the forest. The constant peppers from the arrows have started to draw scratches on my body. Perhaps. Good enough as I choose to go west and out of the forest.
“Druig, gather all the Bovigors to me! Kal, prepare the rest and the women to follow.” I shouted my order. And before long a group of 14 Bovigor gathered and blocked the arrows. Then the Beastwomen, led by Mal also gathered, using the human and elven captives as meat shields so they are not being shot at.
“I will cleave a gap, prepare to charge and create a path for us to get away.” They nod and I immediately make my way to the western encirclement. Focusing my rage and Authority to not hit my children, I whip a high horizontal slash. Cleaving at least two dozen humans. Immediately the Bovigors charged out. While my childrens on that side manage to step away or help charge out, the Ungors that are slow enough are also trampled. Seeing more than a dozen Bovigors charging broke the morale of the men behind those I killed. They tried to scatter but were prevented by their tight formation. Only to be crushed either by the charging Bovigors or crushed between their own men. Then those that are not crushed are knocked down as my Bovigor children extend their wings to enlarge the paths, only curling it back when they reach the trees. They then punch holes to the trees as they pass. Halting the arrows from the elven archers atop the trees as it falls.
Then with a howl from Kal atop a gold furred Tuskgor, the herd moved as one to follow the charge. He extended his arm for me and I took it. Pulling me up to ride behind him. The humans that are struggling to get up are now also being trampled by the rest of the herd. The Bovigors clear the path, followed by Tuskgor riders that ensure the Beastwomen safely pass, then followed by the rest of the herd. We move with uncanny agility through the rough terrain and fallen trees to the west.
Be’lakor stirs from his throne. He felt the surge of defiance that he was sure others also felt. A fool of a daemon dare to think they can free themselves from the powers of the Four. he would laugh, if only he did not attempt the same. His attention returns to his quest to return to his physical form. He would not waste any opportunity should any take the attention of the Four.
What’s this? What’s this? Is this included in one of my plans? If not then it is now. Should I make some time? Then he looks back to his labyrinth. Seeing the blindfolded man trying to make his way through. He can extend the labyrinth. Extend it by teeny, weeny, very tiny bit, bit, bit. But should I? To do or not to do?