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She hadn't been eating.
The pangs in Kraith's stomach were the only reprieve from the hunger between her legs.
A part of her head was screaming at her to just get herself off - a dubious, deeply untrustworthy part of her head.
She shook in place, trying to shut the world out.
She mumbled to herself, “Just a little longer,” praying that Ireleth will arrive soon.
She’d know what to do, she always does.
She’d figure out how to fix her head.
“Oh you need her alright,” her own voice plays in her head, “Always so desperate for others to guide you.”
Deeply lustful images of her and Ireleth fill her mind, Ireleth always in control, guiding her.
Kraith groans and plants her head into the bed, trying to will the images from her head.
She’s been down this road enough, it never ends well.
Her fantasies always sicken and twist into depraved nightmares. They change from her being treated to used.
And still that gnawing tone, “It can’t hurt to try, you need this…”
At this point you’d probably get off from just servicing Ireleth with your mouth.
She can hear her voice… like, her actual voice.
She was up in an instant, almost slipping, as she rose to meet (then tower over) her.
“Ireleth!” Kraith shouted.
“Kraith! I’m back!” the stormcast launched herself into a hug around Kraith’s leg, “Are you alright? Talra said you hadn’t left your room in a week?”
Her weakened body protested the sudden movements, but she ignored it to embrace Ireleth in a hug. “I-” Sotek, where to begin…
Ireleth’s hands squeezed a little, testingly, “You feel smaller too, have you been eating?”
She froze up, guilty. Ireleth just let go and sighed, looking up at her, “What’s going on, girl?”
Kraith shrunk in on herself, practically hiding behind her wings.
There was something amusing about how she could stare down a chaos lord but her own bond-mate questioning her made her freeze up. “I needed to talk to you about something…” she mumbled.
“You couldn’t talk to anyone else? Not Orzin? Not Yvsryt?” the stormcast tilted her head.
Kraith just shook hers. Ireleth sighed, “How about this: I go get you some food, then we talk after you’ve eaten?”
Her stomach rumbled at the thought. She really was starving.
Ireleth returned pulling a cart worth of food behind her and Kraith had to force herself not to drool.
It didn’t last long, she was always a voracious eater but having barely eaten for over a week nothing edible survived.
Ireleth laughed to herself, finding her bond-mate’s actions to be endearing.
“You done there?” Ireleth giggled, “You feeling better?”
Kraith nodded heartily with a pleased groan. The pleasant feeling of being full replacing the aches and shakiness of starvation.
Ireleth shifted her hands to her hips “So, ready to talk?”
Immediately her mood darkened, shame clouding her head, “...yeah.”
“So, again, what’s going on? It’s not like I’m dead forever.”
“It’s not that-” She pulls her head back a little, “Well, okay it’s kind of that.”
Ireleth sighs, “Look, it’s always better that I die than you. You don’t come back.”
She grimaced, “I know! It’s just… hard - without you.”
“Glad to know you missed me!” Ireleth laughs, “Just make sure you don’t accidentally grieve me, go find some other friends, talk to them! It won’t be so hard if you aren’t completely alone.”
Kraith let out a slow breath, she couldn’t delay any longer, “That’s not all…”
Ireleth shrugged, “It never is.”
“One of the Slaaneshi… things? Licked me…”
She scoffed, “I doubt that was pleasant.”
Kraith couldn’t meet her gaze.
“Actually, fair. One of the like- weird worm things with legs right? Long tongue?” Ireleth paused for a moment to confirm, “Yeah, they’re venomous. It turns into a powerful aphrodisiac in the body. I’ve heard the high is something you never forget.”
“How long does the venom last?” She looked up.
The Stormcast waved a hand, “Oh, I’m pretty sure it’s just until you next get off.”
Ireleth stared up at her. She stared down at Ireleth.
“Oh.”
Slowly, fighting herself she broke the silence, “So if I… you know, I’ll be normal again?”
Ireleth laughed, a gasping wheeze that many had mistaken for her choking, “Girl, I don’t think you’ve ever been normal.”
Kraith couldn’t help but smile seeing her happy. She was right, now that Ireleth was back everything was gonna be okay.
“I can’t believe you went a whole month without thinking to masturbate once,” the stormcast teased, “Do you need me to leave for a bit?”
The dread sinks back in in an instant.
There were reasons she hadn’t gotten herself off, beyond just the shame, “No, wait!”
The stormcast’s amusement slowly falls from her face as she looks up at Kraith, “Why? I figure you want that venom out of your system?”
She can’t tell her. It’s too wrong. She’s too wrong. How could she ever tell a stormcast - one of Sigmar’s perfect soldiers - much less Ireleth, that she can’t stop fantasizing about being used by chaos.
Something in her silence twists Ireleth’s face into a split second of rage. For a second Kraith worries it’s directed towards her, but when Ireleth turns back towards her it’s clear there’s nothing but trust.
“I’ll stay, it’s okay. I’m here,” The woman says as she moves to Kraith’s side and begins petting her wing.
She’s being treated like a hatchling, but… still, it helps. Her breathing calms and her heart slows.
Though the touch and the feeling of safety soon have the venom arcing arousal between her side and her core. She tries and fails to contain a whimper.
“Hey, I’m not leaving I’m…” Ireleth continued the soothing words before seemingly reconsidering.
After a moment, Kraith peeked out from her wings to see her bondmate staring her down, suspiciously. “I know we haven’t really discussed this kind of thing between you and I, so tell me I’m misreading and I’ll drop it,” Ireleth stood and walked around to Kraith’s backside, “You want me to help you with this.”
She yelped then whined hard and long as the woman grabs her tail and lifts and pulls, leaving her hindside up and exposed. Her dripping need achingly apparent to the stormcast behind her.
She tried and failed to control her breathing, head already swimming with dizzy submission.
“I want to hear you say it, bond-mate,” Ireleth practically growled behind her, “Anyone can get you off if you need that, I want to hear that you want it to be me.”
She managed only whimpers while trying to shift her hips against her.
Ireleth shifted slightly back to deny her the stimulation, “I want to hear you beg, Kraith.”
With a whine she managed to break the dam, “Please! Yes! Fuck, please! I need you! I love you! I-.”
She stopped, realizing she may have been a bit too honest; however Ireleth only responds with her gasping laugh, “Girl, did you really think I couldn’t tell?”
Somehow that little admission left her more flustered than any of the foreplay.
“I love you too Kraith, now,” She let her tail down from her shoulder, “Go get on your back, on the bed. I wanna take my time with this.”
She almost tripped over her own legs as she stood back up and twisted around to go lay down on the bed. She crashed into the copper with metallic creak and flipped over to look back at her stormcast.
Her stormcast.
Ireleth was hers, and she loved her, and they loved each other. She had to focus on her breathing to not hyperventilate.
Watching her stormcast take her time striding over in and of itself drew a whine out of her. Didn’t she know?! Didn’t she know how much her whole body ached to be touched?! How cloudy her head was with arousal?!
“Needy thing, you make a lot of noises,” Ireleth absentmindedly observed, as she slid her hand slowly up the underside of Kraith’s tail.
“Taking too longg,” She complained back, “Not fai- Aah~!”
Ireleth shut her up by shifting her body against her leg as leverage to give a sharp, firm, tug on her tail, “Yeah, thought you might like that. Big strong Draconith and she can’t even take a little roughness.”
Kraith had to hide her face, it was all so so much. Too much. Not enough.
Her stormcast crawled up to straddle her tail, her oh so strong hands slid against the scales around her opening. Her thumbs dipped in and started to spread her apart, a low pleasured groan slipping from between Kraith’s claws.
The thoughts started to come back, the chaos lord, whispers and laughs in her head. She shook.
Ireleth grabbed her leg, her hand wet, “Hey, look at me, I’m here, I’m real.”
Slowly, Kraith moved her claws down and looked down at her. Ireleth was smiling, “I want you to feel good, okay?”
She nodded, and Ireleth started sliding her free hand into her.
She let out a breathy gasp as she felt herself part around the hand, adjusting quickly. Despite how shallow and dull it should’ve been, the venom was already making her feel breathless.
She whimpered as she felt Ireleth start to shift her hand, curling it slightly and then pushing further in. The hand on her leg slowly stroked and comforted her as she worked her open.
“That’s a good beast,” Ireleth whispered, “Shift your hips for me girl.”
She barely needed to be told, but being told made it so much better. She rolled her hips in place, urging more from her stormcast as she started to engulf her forearm.
As Ireleth’s arm started to get deep enough to feel tightness from her ride she stopped moving her fingers, focusing instead on shifting her arm in and out. She was rewarded with low moans from the draconith.
Once she felt she’d been patient enough, she started curling her fingers hard into her mount and sped up the rate at which she forced her way in. Kraith’s low moans quickly turned into higher, desperate pants.
The copper bed creaked wildly from the force of Kraith’s desperate bucking upward. Her tail thumped against the ground hard with every thrust.
Ireleth let go of her leg and leaned forward, tracing her thumb around the topside of Kraith’s pussy. At the size, it wasn’t especially hard to find what she was looking for.
“Oh!” Ireleth mumbled in surprise.
Kraith groaned back, questioning. The stormcast responded by beginning to work her clitorises, “Just didn’t expect you to have two.”
The draconith squirmed against the bed harder, short high whines coming out with each sharp breath.
She was shaking again, though this time only from how close she was.
Ireleth smiled, and redoubled her efforts, watching her draconith try and fail to maintain any sense of dignity as she fell apart.
She shouted up at her, “You’re adorable like this, by the way!”
Kraith struggled to get the words out, “I- I- Fuck! I love you!”
“I love you too girl, now cum for me.”
Only superhuman reflexes and strength kept Ireleth in one piece as Kraith’s whole body flexed and tensed hard, her legs nearly crushing Ireleth between them.
Despite the near death experience, her stormcast was determined to help her ride it out, forcing her arm as deep as she could from the angle over and over again until Kraith slumped back into the bed.
Ireleth said something but Kraith missed it as she fell into a blissfully dreamless sleep.
Kraith awoke to a cool body and a warm stormcast laying her head on her wing.
She grumbled happily.
Ireleth shifted slightly, “You awake yet?”
She grumbled affirmatively in response, still a little too groggy to put thought to words.
Ireleth chuckled a little, “You seemed like you enjoyed yourself, I would’ve gone for more than one but I think passing out is usually a good sign to stop.
Kraith let out a long pleased rumble.
“So… there’s something you’re not telling me,” Ireleth started, “You don’t have to talk about it but… I’m worried about you - and I’m always here for you.”
Kraith stopped purring. She wanted to run from it, to move on now that her body was cooler but… what if she was somehow tainted? What if the voices and thoughts continued?
“I… I think I’m falling. To the prince of pleasure I mean.”
Ireleth laughed and for a second Kraith felt like what she had said was really silly.
“You get a little horny and you start thinking Slaanesh has you in his grasp? You know she’s the prince of excess, not one and done right?”
“I mean I’ve-” The teasing registered, “Hey!”
Ireleth raised up her hands, “Okay okay! Look, I’m not an Incantor, this isn’t exactly my specialty; but, a lot of people don’t get how Slaanesh corruption works. They think that if they ever indulge in any pleasure then they’re risking their soul but it’s not like that.”
“Slaanesh needs excess. You hear these stories of people falling to Slaanesh where they keep being seduced into this one step more debauched but it’s less that those people fell to excess and more that they were always acting in excess - it’s just that they had a limited imagination.”
“Excess is relative. I mean, you’ve seen some of the other stormhosts, bright gaudy golden armor. Slaanesh doesn’t get a power boost when we show up ‘cause it’s just normal to us. To the poor a banquet is the symbol of excess but to a wealthy man that’s just being polite to the guests. It doesn’t make that wealthy man corrupt. But then sometimes someone will get corrupted by eating 3 meals a day because they spent their life hungry and they think that’s excess. ”
“I guess what I’m saying is: we’ll start worrying when you start chasing new heights. In the meantime, just stop worrying about whether you’re allowed to jack off and just assume you’re being normal.”