Champion of Chaos: Blade of Slaanesh

[Mark3000]

First Strike Roll (Dex, Normal): 9 + 3 = 12

"Hehehe, like I would undo my most beautiful creations." He said as he looked to Joanna and Craven, licking his lips. The Wyrmkin villages gasped as one of them walked forward out of the crowd. He was a rugged man with dark green hair and brown eyes. "Joan? I-is that you?" He says to the green haired ex-warrior who had followed you. Joanna looks away in shame as if to answer with out speaking.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted your champion back after her transformation. But it seems your love for them hasn't changed. Joan might not be a warrior but she has other uses." Olaf said as he tapped the ground with his staff. "As for you, Champion of Slaanesh. I believe I have a third option". Reaching into his robes he pulls out a bag of some sort. But before he can get the chance to use it, you cut he hand off. In the chaos you feel his staff tap your chest. "Ahhhhhh! You wench!" He yells dropping his staff to the ground.

Just as you're about to move in, you feel a tightness in your chest. looking down you can see your chest begin to expand as you feel an painful pressure build up inside them. "You ingested some of the Horror's magic cloud didn't you "Olaf said grasping his stump of an arm. "Consider this my parting gift. Next time we meet, you'll be begging for my assistance." Getting his staff, his disappears into a puff of smoke. from it flies a wounded raven flying back in the direction of the cave.

The people gather around Joanna and listen to her tale. You on the other hand are distracted by the pressure in your chest. As you cup your nipples, you notice they've started to produce milk.

[MelissaB]

Groaning Lythivia clutches her chest, looking down at the milk in horror and fasination before turning to look at her men with wide eyes, her eyelashes batting almost seductively before she began to strip from her armor to release her bosom and lessen the uncomfortable nature of her armor tightening on her or rather her breasts rapidly expanding. Panting she strips until she is only has her bra to cover her breasts and looks down, noting the new size before looking over to see Joanna and watch her tell the tale. "I'm going to kill that bloody sorcerer." She hisses before moving over to the wyrmkin tribe. Shaking her head she looks down a moment adjusting to the new added weight. "I really hope these don't get as big as yours." She comments to the champion turned bimbo. "I came for your tribe to join with me. What's your answer." She states with a stern expression despite having to kneading and soothe her breasts even while she talks, trying to best to ignore the milk dripping from her hard nipples.

[Mark3000]

Your chest continues to feel tight. Your bra barely contains your expanding flesh. As you try to keep your breasts from popping out, Joanna approaches you with the other green haired man. "I am Joel, leader of the Wyrmkin." He says as he supports the green haired ex-warrior. "You saved my ... uhm sister. She's told me of your ambitions. You have already done much for our people, consider the Wyrmkin your allies." Joel says as you catch him staring at you chest. You notice a few of the other villagers and some of your warriors staring as your bra finally breaks under the strain.

[MelissaB]

Nodding to Joel she glances at Joanna and smirks. "Seems Olaf knew returning you to normal wouldn't save him, sorry but I believe you're going to be stuck like that." She comments before gasping and letting out a cute cry as her bra bursts apart and her heaving chest is reveal to everyone. Looking around she bites her lip at all the hungry stares the milk dripping down her bosom onto the floor and down her tummy. "That's... well at least I don't have to be jealous of your sister's breasts now." She comments before rubbing them trying to sooth her aching nipples. "So... okay Someone get me a blanket or cloak because I'm getting sick of your inability to not stare." She calls out at them all with a hiss. Looking back at Joanna and Joel. "Good... that leaves the stormravens left to join me. You should have your tribe gather their things and make their way to my forces and your sister is staying with me I must insist upon that." She states already pulling Craven back to her and uses her body as a shield to cover her own breasts. "All of the champions are staying with me at my home so if you wish to stay alongside them My tribe has plenty of space to set up new huts and tents and I believe you could get a dock built to house your ships."

[Mark3000]

One of the villagers runs to get you a blanket and drapes it over your chest. They've stopped growing at less but the pressure still remains.

Just as Joel is about to object, Joanna stops him. "Don't worry Joel, I'll be fine. And it's for the future of our people." She said as she patted her brother on the shoulder. "Very well then. But If you harm Joan, you'll have to deal with me." With that threat out of the way, the Wyrmkin begin to gather their things.

As you use the final ex-champion to cover your exposed cleavage, she lets out a coo. "I guess my Stormravens are the last tribe you have to visit. A fair warning, my people including my father are not fond of Slaanesh or his followers." Craven says

[MelissaB]

She rolls her eyes at the brotherly protection before looking at her sword for a moment. "If I wished her harm you would never of seen her in the first place." She states before looking at the champion with a nod after seeing she understands the situation perfectly. "Good, see to your tribe Joanna then two of my own will escort you back to my people, leave five warriors with me we'll be heading to the stormravens." She comments before looking at Craven. "Well your father might have more pressing concerns with seeing his new daughter." She chuckles giving her a lust filled kiss upon the lips. "And unfortunately it's join me or fall to Olaf, he already proved he can summon horrors to his bidding and I won't exactly be taking a No as an answer."

[Mark3000]

Craven swoons a bit when you kiss her. "Hopefully, my father will be understanding" She said as she prepared to guide you to the final village. As promised, Joanna and Joel left you five of their warriors. They were adorned in heavy scaled armor and jagged swords. Once you're ready to go, Craven leads you back into the forest. These forests become thicker and thicker as you see the light begin to dim. In the distance you see a pair of torches. Standing guard are a man and a woman in a crow mask and robes. They spot your group and raise their staves. "What business have you here strangers?" The woman says as she gives Craven a second look.

[MelissaB]

Finally they make their way towards the stormravens and as they are stopped by the two on guard she nods. "I brought back your Champion, and recovered them from the trap left by Olaf for them and the other two champions of your rivals after they went to duel." She calls back to them, urging Craven slightly forward. "Now let us pass." She orders them sternly, she'll leave the Slaanesh part out for now, she had to earn a violence free entry at least for now.

[Mark3000]

The two guards seem astonished at your claims and turn back to the ex-warrior. "C-Craven? Is that really you?" The male guard asks. You could see he was getting a little excited under his robe. "Yes it's me. Don't looked so surprised. Could you guide us to the chief's tent? I'm sure my father will be eager to see me." Craven replied, lifting her breast a bit. The guards nod and lead you through the village.

What you notice first and foremost are that there are few warriors. There are many shamans, seers and medicine men working on different spells and magicks. Everyone is dressed in heavy robes covering their bodies. As you and your warriors pass, you can't help but feel the residents stare at you and Craven.

Finally you reach the chief's tent. The guards pull back the door flaps to allow you to enter. Sitting on the ground you see a muscular man with short gray hair meditating in the centre of the tent. "So you've come Champion of Slaanesh" He says with his eyes still close. " I can sense the Dark Gods power radiate from your sword. And the stench of his daemonette on your body." He says turning to Craven with a disappointed sigh.

[MelissaB]

Lythivia smiles at the looks and stares before finally arriving in the main tent. Nodding she steps inside, motioning her warriors to wait outside before she is hailed by this chief. "Know a lot about me already." She states before looking over her sword. "Yes his gift... on both accounts." She chuckles before her hand slides down through Craven's long locks. "You may dislike my patron but he is still one of the dark gods and is worth your fear and respect." She intones as a warning before her hand moves down and cups this chief's now daughter's rear and gives it a squeeze. "You daughter was ambushed along with those she went to fight to settle the fued of the three clans, the one responsible was going to sell her off to your rivals as a bargaining chip to secure their warriors." She states before leaning against her. "I saved and spared your daughter that fate and took the hand of the man responsible, I'm here for your tribe to join my growing force. I do not care that you don't take Slaanesh as your patron, many that have joined do not, they join me regardless. I am a champion of chaos, I have defeated a champion of Khorne, now of Tzeentch though I shall need to finish the job on that one." She chuckles before nodding to her axe of khonre in her other hand. "The Wolfclaws and Wyrmkin have joined me and their champions like this one here though changed have returned to their people, will you fight for me and bring vengeance to yourself against the man that took your son and made them a daughter, stripped of her strength and made into a doll of men to use for pleasure?" She asks him with a hard stare.

[Mark3000]

The chief kept his eyes close as he continued to meditate. "Yes, the Dark Prince is a being to be feared and respected. But his is not the path I want this tribe to follow." He says as he continues to listen to your story.

When you finished, Craven speaks up. "Father, I have seen Lythivia and her warriors fight. And she as shown me nothing but honour even in my new form. I know I fell into Olaf's trap. But we will need her and the blessing of the other Dark Gods if we are to weather the storm to come. You remember what seers have said don't you."

A solemn look came over the Chieftian's face. "No I haven't. I was meditating on this very fact." He replies turning back to you. "I ask one thing of you Champion of Slaanesh. Can your forces stand against The Empire?"

[MelissaB]

Nodding a little she lets the exchange go on before she is finally addressed once more she closes her eyes and dwells upon his words, showing she was one for thinking as well rather than rushing to an answer. "My forces grow, four tribes of marauders five with yourselves, beasts of war from flesh hounds to chimeras. Weapons of war from chaos dwarves to follow. Could I stand against the full might of the empire if it was brought to bear upon me? Maybe not but my intent was not to crush them just yet but to gather more to me so my force is truly something to shake the very world." She answers him with a hard stare. "My numbers are more than the average tribe because like the dark prince I do not favor my sex over the other, men and women fight in my army increasing my forces."

[Mark3000]

The Chieftain gave a solemn nod. "A seer's visions are often clouded in mystery and difficult to decipher. However one symbol has been clear through all their visions. The two-tail comet colliding with the northern mountains. We don't know when but the Empire is coming to the Norsca"

For the first time the Chieftain opened his eyes. By their dulled colour, you could tell he was blind. "My name is Jigan. You have make a compelling proposal. The Stormravens will join your forces. Though it will be sometime before we can join your camp. But as a sign of our new alliance, Craven and a few of our shamans will travel with you back to your village."

As you finish talking, you notice the flicker of torches and a bonfire just outside the tent. "It seems as though nighttime has come. We can make arrangements for you and your warriors to stay the night."

[MelissaB]

Nodding she frowns her eyes scanning the blind man before noting he was in fact blind, hearing his shaman's visions she nods a little, the empire, the weaklings of the south are coming to their door? She shall see them fall beneath the might of the dark gods and the strength of the tribes of the north. "Very well." She comments before looking at Craven with a grin as if a particular thought had played in her mind regarding the once champion of the Stormravens. "Very well, When my tent is ready I will request Craven joins me, she will have much to say regarding your tribe.. and the shamans you will be sending back with me." She comments there was other thoughts but those perhaps weren't for a father to hear about his once son now daughter.

[Mark3000]

Jigan nods as he calls in the guards outside his tent. "Please prepare food and tents for our guests". With a nod they left and got to work. "I just have to speak with Craven for a moment. I will send her to you shortly." He says as he waves his new daughter forward.

It doesn't take long for the Stormravens to prepare your lodgings for the night. The tent was spacious and there were even a few pillows and sheets. It seems that the rest of your warriors are being taken care of. The woman of the tribe seem to be preparing a large stew for a bit of a feast.

"We tend not to get many visitors to our lands. So hospitality is not our strong suit." You turn around to see Craven new dressed in a large pitch black robe. Though her proportions seemed to strain against the fabric. "I believe you wanted me to join you in your tent for a bit." She said with a sly smile.

[MelissaB]

Nodding She leaves the pair and stands around her eyes scanning the tribe as they go about making arrangements for her warriors and herself to stay the night. As her tent is finished she enters and begins to strip herself naked, baring her flesh to the cold air with a contented sigh. Spinning to spot Craven she nods a little and gestures her over, her own eyes drifting to her sword as she remembers Hiem, her little half elf butt slut. "I did yes, though You seem over dressed and rather silly in such attire considering your new body. "She comments with a grin and grabs her sword gently and slowly pushing the hilt into her pussy back like she did with the half elf boy, fashioning a demonic shaft and hefty pair of balls to put as the blade morphs and twists, melding with her flesh and making the skin around it look demonic and corrupted as it binds to her body allowing her to feel it like it was her very own cock. "How was the talk with your father?" She asks her taking a seat on the cushions.

[Mark3000]

Craven lets out a small gasp as she watched your sword transform into a demonic cock. But her eyes remain transfixed upon the object. As if following your cue, the ex-warrior begins to strip. "We my father wanted to ensure I was dressed more appropriately. As you can tell the people of my tribe value modesty a little too much." She says as she takes a seat besides you.

"Though even when I was a man, I disagreed with him on this." Craven said as she leans against your shoulders. "You can't really know someone ... skinship." She paused for a moment she rubbed against you. "As for what we talked about, mainly just who would accompany me to your village in the morning. Though he wanted to know exactly how Olaf changed my body. He was consulting with the other shamans to see if there was a way to change me back. But I quite like this body."

As she finished talking, Craven looked down at your breasts. The blanket that had covered them was on the ground soaked in milk. "The swelling must be painful. I remember when mine grew. The pain was maddening, but strangely arousing." Without a second though, Craven leaned forward and took one of your nipples into her mouth and began to suck. Her hand drifted downward towards your crotch.

[MelissaB]

Lythivia smiles seeing Craven naked once again, she was a living doll, vastly exaggerated curves and oversized tits making her look almost inhuman in her appearance still she was very attractive and the champion of Slaanesh was enjoying the feeling of her flesh against her own. "Well since you're staying with me... there's no horror tongues to making you cum continiously but there are plenty of women and men that'll fuck you senseless and my shaman would love to get a hold of you for an hour or two." She chuckles before yelping and staring down at her as she sulks on her breast. Groaning she leans back and tilts her head to stare upwards. her demonic fashioned shaft throbbing in excitement. "Yeah... that feels so much better...." She states the pressure just released as milks pours forth to be gulped down by the hungry enhanced slut.

[Mark3000]

Lifting her lips from your chest, Craven licks her lips. "I wouldn't mind meeting this shaman. Just to see how she compares to our own." She said as she leans forward again to suckle from your other teat. Her hands appear to disappears for a moment. But then you feel the ex-warrior's nimble digits knead you chest and fondle your hefty balls. It was clear that Craven was a custom to pleasuring men and women alike.

[MelissaB]

Moaning Lythivia surrenders herself a little to the pleasure being offered forward, somewhere in her mind she thinks Craven had spent more time than she should of with men as a champion of such a prudish tribe, that or Olaf had a lot of fun with her willingness to please before leaving for the wyrmkin. "You're far too good at this, perhaps I really should thank Olaf for giving me you." She chuckles out before stroking and kneading the living doll's scalp soothing and encouragingly.