Bonding Before the Emperor

It reached a glowing hand towards Irene. All she needed was a little... tiny... push. A sparkling droplet of the daemon's power dripped from its index finger and splashed over her, then there was a drop from its middle finger. Drip, drip, drip. Ultimately, five slivers of daemonic energy landed on Irene. The liquid power ran down her back and arms until it landed in drips on Anna or her corrupt flesh soaked up the daemonic power. 

Golden lines began to appear along the edges of Irene's muscles, highlighting their shapes with shimmering energy. She didn't gain any more mass, but she looked like she would put most Asteres to shame. Irene was too caught up in the moment to realize that something was different, but Corrupt sure noticed. Her pet's cock felt big--like, way bigger than usual. It was pushing her body to expand its limits over and over as more and more dick was shoved into her with each frustrating, agonizing cycle.

So this is what pure daemonic power could do to a person. Irene was literally mutating in real time. There was a flash of worry from Pure, but it was subsumed by Corrupt's swelling anticipation. 

Irene's cock wasn't just getting bigger, it was changing shape. Between one thrust and the next, the single glans ridge became three. Then five. Beyond that, bumps were rising from her shaft in an irregular pattern and the way they caught on her lips are they entered and exited was taking Anna to a whole new level. Even her embrace paled in comparison.

A heavier shimmering line etched itself into her upper shoulders, slicing deeper and deeper until the energy jumped up from there and formed two golden arms that then faded to match Irene's complexion. Unlike her other arms, which were relatively human looking, these arms were bigger and thicker. Heavy knuckles slammed into the altar, denting the supposedly indestructible metal. Veins of gold remained, criss-crossing her flesh and making it seem like the energy within was ready to burst free at any moment.

With their bodies parallel again, Irene's tits were only inches away. Squishing her own boobs together to give them a boost, Anna latched on again. The first gulp tingled. The second was sweet beyond words. The third felt like trying to guzzle an entire chilling waterfall. Gold lines ran down her curves as her mouths struggled to keep up. The gold lines turned black as they coiled around her limbs--as if she were developing some sort of plate-like carapace. She touched her skin, expecting it to be hard, but it was still as soft as ever.

Before she could even come to terms with that change, Irene thrust all the way in and held that position. Her monstrous cock was throbbing like mad. Anna only had a second to realize what was coming before the first blast plastered her insides and inflated her stomach. There was another burst and another, filling Anna halfway to her previous best. It was then she realized her stomach was literally glowing. Irene was pumping more of that power into her!

She started to get uncomfortably hot as the ball of energy dispersed throughout her body. Eyes like the one on her chest appeared within the lines, twelve in all. They seemed to pulse with her breathing--which, at the moment, was quite ragged. Her lipples smiled and that expression seemed to widen. Both mouths opened to reveal that they each had two tongues now and they were so incredibly long... 

Irene blinked and leaned in until their lips were brushing. "You smell really... nice. Like," she sniffed. "I can't get enough of your scent all of a sudden. I need more!"

She stepped back and scooped Anna up with her bigger arms and tossed her into the air with a flourish that made her spin around. When Anna came down, her back hit Irene's chest. Irene looped her upper arms under her legs and then behind her head. Irene used her lower arms to coax her mutant dick back to attention. When she took a sniff of Anna's hair, the response was near instantaneous. She gave a bestial grunt as she shoved herself in once more. 

The bumps! Oh the bumps! They smashed and stretched her clit over and over. Then there was the force Irene was using! It was as if her life depended on fucking Anna as hard as possible. Corrupt, somehow past her limit, was turning into a gibbering mess for a second time. She came again and again, over and over. Something that had not happened in ages. But it was a short-lived moment. Each subsequent time she shuddered with a full-body orgasm, her mind grew clearer until her body's bliss-inducing reactions to getting pounded like a breeding mare barely registered in her awareness.

Instead, she turned her focus to the center of the ritual. The daemon had vanished, but its vortex of Chaos energy remained. The whorl of purple was still mostly together, it only needed someone to take control of it. Someone powerful. Someone like her.

Anna put out a hand. "Come, storm! I demand it."

The tendrils lanced towards her, each one connecting to one of her glowing eyes. The black lines ignited purple, and energy began to rise from them like steam. A halo of complex sigils, lines, and arcs blossomed into being behind her. 

The energy flowed down into Irene who stumbled backward and laid down on the altar so that Anna was kneeling on the metal. Her tail, wrapped in an aura of chaotic energy rose from the floor towards Anna. 

Anna, now semi-daemon, made a splitting gesture with her fingers and the tail first thickened and then split into a pair of equal size. Anna swiped towards herself and the tail tips stuffed themselves into her nipples as if she were buckling into a harness.

A creak sounded out, then another. Anna felt her knees moving outward, but she wasn't moving. Why was the ground getting further away? Then it hit her, she was growing to match the daemon's stature--as was Irene. As she raced towards Irene's typical size, she was relishing the feeling of parts of her body and hands growing at slightly different rates. Then she blew past Irene's former height, much to her surprise. Finally, the growth came to a slow stop when she approached nine feet.

Beneath her, Irene seemed gigantic. If her own growth was any measure, Irene was probably eleven feet tall now--and who knew how much she weighed. She was still thrusting into Anna, but she seemed to be in some sort of trance. 

Throughout all of this, the survivors' attention had pivoted to them and Anna wanted them to be hers. She could shape them to her tastes. To her desires. 

"Come, all of you! Throw yourselves upon my desires and see how they change you!"

Some of the assemblage moved towards her, mutating with each step through the Chaotic energy swirling around Anna and Irene. Five brave Maidens became copies of her, in a way, with all of them now curvey in ways they hadn't been before. In an homage to the blindfold Anna had worn for her own conversion, a tide of metallic material swept up their necks and then over the upper portion of their faces to form a blindfold-like adornment that left the wearer's hair and mouth free.

The Marines, meanwhile, were reshaped by Anna's desires to a greater extent. One had lost nearly all of his bulk, leaving his physique lean and femme-looking. In contrast to his more womanly appearance, a truly massive prick bounced in the air before him and a sack with four testes was pulled tight against his body.

Next to him, the other Marine had seemingly stolen his fellow's missing mass and run with it. It was like someone had just scaled him up to a hundred-and-fifty percent of his original size, like upgrading a Guardsman into a Primares. All except for his cock. That seemed to have flowed the other way as the huge marine was completely smooth. He was so large in fact, that his ragged breaths sounded like distant thunder.

Both of them took a knee before the altar. Fuck, this power was amazing. It felt like she could do anything. From her makeshift throne of Irene's arms and cock, Anna looked over her handiwork with a sense of accomplishment, but this was hardly the end for these two. They had much further to go to reach the perfection she was seeking.

"Is there anything you wish to change? Hmm?" She knew the answer, of course, but them asking of it made her shiver with anticipation. It would also help with Pure later because they had consented to the changes.

"Please, mistress," the skinny one said. "Make me more inhuman. Make me a creature of your twisted dreams..."

His voice was still heavy, but soft at the same time--just like something else. Anna jiggled her tit as she laughed to herself. Pleased, she gave him a benevolent smile and put her hand on his head. "What is your name, soldier?"

"Xerxes, your terror," he said as her glowing fingertips traced his jawbone and then pulled up on his chin.

"Then you shall be known as Xendre, Hand of Anna from this day forth!" Anna pressed the newly grown eye in her hand to his forehead and there was a loud ringing sound. Pink energy arched over his body and he began to moan like he was experiencing the best sex of his life.

Thick blonde locks, with a single streak of red, emerged from Xendre's shaved head. As they grew past his shoulders and towards his waist, their volume beyond anything close to reasonable. His lips turned blue and swelled to a point they rivaled Anna's lipples. His skin took on an ashen cast. His hands grew three extra fingers each. His pectorals throbbed and then swelled into reasonably-sized tits. As that happened, his nipple grew to a startling circumference before splitting into three rounded nipples that then retreated into their puffed-up base. His waist cinched a bit, and then a bit more, turning his boxy figure into more of an hourglass. 

Sweat was dripping off of his body at this point. Like with Anna, it had a pink tinge. The way it was running off of him made it seem like he was melting as his body continued to mutate under his mistress' direction. 

"Please, more--!"

"Done," Anna said, her voice carrying the authority to alter reality itself. His lower body started to put on weight and his cut muscles disappeared beneath a rising tide. It was counter to every fiber of his being. However, the growth felt... good. Great, even. In seconds he wished it would never stop as his butt, hips, and legs took on more and more mass. 

"Do you want more, thrall of mine?" Anna asked, relishing the way this one was squirming under her influence. His cock was dripping with need and a cruel thought occurred to her. She would make him cum from his mutation in a perverse christening worthy of her power. 

"Oh! I--I couldn't--!"

"But you do, don't you?" In lieu of reaching out with a finger, she dragged her big toe along his shaft and there was a burst of mostly transparent liquid that was probably a larger load than he had ever produced--his whole unit together had never nutted this much. The gloop stuck to the front of the altar the same way cobwebs might someday. Anna shuddered with satisfaction.

"F-f-fuck... Yes! Anything!"

"Anything?"

"Yes! Anything! Whatever you want... I'll take it!" He groaned and another gout of pre-cum splashed against the altar.

"You might regret that later, but I bet you won't right now..."

The wings of his pelvic bones burst out of his skin as they grew out from the center of his body. The rest of him caught up once the curve of his hips was three times the width of his waist. He put on more weight, more thickening than growing as his thighs widened.

The sensation of growth changed after a moment. Pressure from inside was rising in his lower back. There was a sudden, loud SPLORCH noise followed by a matched set of FWMPs as Xendre sprouted bat-like wings just above the small of his back. They weren't big enough to grant him flight, but they made a cute skirt when pulled in.

His hands lept to his crotch when a contrasting emptiness bloomed inside of him. A pussy opened against his fingertips and he was soon fingering himself with both hands. As that happened, his huge but otherwise unremarkable prick morphed into something equine-but not really. There was a ridge halfway down, sure, and the head was flared, but the middle third was bigger than either end. Not to mention the nubs. So many little nibs. Anna really liked those.

He fingered himself to orgasm and his cock responded in kind. The first massive throb blasted out an inhuman load that was a splash of pink-tinged spunk on Anna's front. He kept cumming though, his mind bending under the sensation of a release. Another arc of energy connected him with Irene and he could feel his awareness being corrupted. The devotion of Anna's lover poured into him and then it consumed him. For a moment Xerxes lost track of reality. When things came back into focus, 'he' was now 'she' and her name was Xendre.

"Are you pleased, pet?"

"Yes. Thank you, mistress," Xendre said, putting her fist to her chest. "I live to serve you."

"Good. How about you clean up your mess, hmm?" Before Xendre had even acquiesced, Anna turned her attention to the other marine. "What about you, pet? What do you want done to you?"

"Well, I, uh..." He glanced at the masked Battle Maidens, then his counterpart, eagerly cleaning his own spunk off of his mistress' stomach, before finally licking his lips and looking down with a frown.

He was big enough that Anna only had to lean forward a little bit to bring her face to his. "You wish you could ravage them, don't you? Admit it, marine, you can't stop thinking about how soft their bodies are. How warm."

"It's true, your Pleasureship," he said. "I had been promised one of them before this, but now..." He gestured with a downward sweep.

"Oh, sweetie, there are more tools than just a great fuckstick when it comes to pleasing women. I think I know just the thing for you--What was it you said your name was?"

"I-I didn't say..."

"Then tell me!" Her flare of temper turned the whole room purple as the halo behind her brightened.

"Quinten... Quinten the Fourth, ma'am."

Anna pressed her palm to his forehead as well. "Then you shall be Quintelle the First from this moment on!"

Unlike with Xendre, mind-altering energy arched from Irene first. Quinten's entire history, all of the expectations, the duties, and so much more vanished in a sea of corrupted affection for his new mistress. Quintelle eagerly embraced her new identity and it seeped into every crevice of her mind. Quinten ceased to exist, she had always been Quintelle. She had always been by her mistress' side with her sister-in-devotion Irene.

"Thank you, Mistress Anna..."

There was a SPLORCH! and Quintelle grew two feet of tail that continued to grow even after it hit the floor. It was a broad, rectangular, reptilian-looking thing with a pair of ridges on either side of the top. The ridges continued up her back, growing a bit larger as they went until they reached her power pack which sort of grew out of her back between her shoulder blades in a grotesque testament to the power of the Chaos ritual that had blessed her.

Two drawn-out splashing-like noises sounded over the ritual as a thick pseudopod grew from the pack and the middle of each shoulder blade. They curled up and forward, thickening as they did. Once the bulbous ends had curved down to her sternum, in a macabre imitation of pauldrons, golden seams appeared in each hemisphere, and six tentacles unfurled. Brilliant, neon-pink energy coursed up and down the writhing appendages, causing them to bulge slightly around the bulbs of luminescence. They then retracted into the mutated armor, leaving behind a half-dozen bronze closures.

A similar set of SQUELCH sounds dragged out as another pair of pseudopods grew, like fins, from her lower back and curled around to protect her sides. As before, they grew to resemble parts of the marine's armor and then blossomed into another dozen tentacles that also then retreated into their metallic shell. 

There were tearing sounds, like wet paper being split, as cables rose here and there from beneath her skin. Like the tentacles, they also pulsed with Slaanesh's energy, granting the Primaris-sized Marine even more strength at the cost of experiencing even more sensation. The shredding continued in places, leaving whole muscle groups as exposed masses of charged wire. This happened to her shoulder, upper arm, and thigh on her right side as well as her shoulder on the left. Down her hyper-muscular front,  the top of each abdominal muscle peeled back, making it look as if she had developed scales.

Finally, a cable burst through her skin near her crotch, revealing a rounded, amethyst crystal-like ending. The skin around it merged up and into the threading on the cable, the flesh swelling and reshaping until Quinelle had a fat pair of lips between her legs. Then came that same feeling of emptiness as her body made space for the rest of her changes. She had only had a pussy for less than five seconds, but she already had years' worth of memories of getting fucked by Irene.

Unbidden, she rose slightly and began to lick the underside of Irene's upturned dick, continuing up until she reached Anna's swollen clit. She dragged her tongue, which suddenly had three ball studs, over her mistress' button before returning to the start and doing the same thing all over again. 

As she did, cables with a similar design to her clit began to emerge from the peak of her shaved scalp. They formed little hexagonal clusters as they grew out in batches all the way to the base of her skull. The cables ended in a blue gem instead of a purple one and they grew to be about three feet long. They clacked with each bob of her head, sending off faint sparks of fuchsia energy.

Anna chuckled and groaned at the same time. Satisfied for the moment, she wanted to move on.

"How about you boys entertain each other, hmm? Your mistress has others to bless."

Quintelle nodded in agreement and took Xendre's hand. She guided him to the middle of the room, pushed him down, and then mounted him. The tentacles in her pauldrons emerged and restrained the former Marine as Quintelle started to move.

"Sisters, approach, please."

The five women who had approached drew closer, the light from Anna's halo glinting on their masquerade-esque face plates. They all had similar hair, the same cut as Anna's. One of them, however, really pulled at her. Anna presented her hand to that one.

"Tell me, darling, what name did you go by?"

"Sandra, ma'am."

"I like that, you may keep it," she said lifting Sandra up into her lap. Maybe it was just hubris, but Anna wanted one of her maidens to be like her, well, except for the whole Pure/Corrupted thing. She ran the back of her hand down Sandra's body and her skin turned the same pastel pink. Her nipples bleached white as they parted and grew into hungry purple lips. In both cases, the bottom lip was fatter than the top, and two thick rings were set to either side. 

An eye like the ones peering out from Anna's skin opened at the top of Sandra's deepening cleavage. The darkness around that violet eye spread up, back, and down, making it seem like Sandra was wearing a harness. Her palms and the backs of her hands turned black, as did the tops and bottoms of her feet. The inky color moved towards her core, growing fainter as it approached her elbows and knees until it looked like she was wearing arm- and knee-length stockings with cut-off fingers and toes.

Anna rose off Irene and placed Sandra next to her. "Drink, little one. Drink of the obsession I desire from you. Now, as for the rest of you... Who wants to volunteer for an experiment?"

One stepped forward. Her skin was a brown-bronze hue and her hair was a brilliant minty green. "I am, or was at least, called Ing, and I accept your blessing, Mistress."