WARHAMMER 40,000: Genestealer Management Quest 2
- Thread starter DragonCobolt
- Start date
- Mature Sci-Fi
Well she's not dead yet and we'll provide all the orgies, cool bars to run, and financial stability that she needs.
[X] +1 TERRITORY
-[] Show the newly freed Breakgaurd how to have a cultic orgy the right way!
Also we really should probably grab some more Sovereignty soon if Cobolt is teasing about it.
Edit: actually wouldn't this also make sense for sovereignty?
[X] Increase your Sovereignty
-[X] Show the newly freed Breakgaurd how to have a cultic orgy the right way!
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I think we'll have more occasions to get good writeups for Sov raising in the future, while here we have a golden opportunity to improve a stat that it's not easy for us to train.
For instance (this goes for later):
[] Increase your Sovereignty
-[] We've had a good time recently: found a Chaos cult, eliminated it with almost no casualties and successfully... integrated their forces and assets. That makes for a good story to rally our brethren.
-[] Organize another tour, with Frey in the center, promoting our success. She's a hero of the hour, after all - everyone will want to hear about the shooter who destroyed a cult with one bullet.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I am shallow, I am predicable, you get +md cause it lets me write kissing
10ebbor10
DON'T PANIC
- Location
- Present
Gonna defeat dragon with my foolproof evil plot.
The evil plot is a Sorrorita who has - coincidentally, unrelated to her faith- made a vow against kissing.
We also get an extra +2D from the new perk.
Cassiemouse
Market Atheist
Is this correct now then?
Yep. That looks like a 2x9 and a 2x2. Good thing we had the MD because I'm not sure if the system is "meet the difficulty" or "exceed the difficulty".
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Meet! Or else Diff 10 would be impossible!
Ah. Well we succeeded twice then, sort of.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Oh so this is a thing we can always choose to do on any roll or is it only specific ones?
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Any roll! If you got a big pool, it's usually worth doing!
Embrace (1.6)
New
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Kiz groaned. Her eyes opened - the last memories in her head being of standing in her room, panicking, a vox pressed to her ear, listening to the voice on the other end of the link tell her...that no help was coming. Then there had been one last burst of struggle, clawed hands on her body, and something smashing against her head, hard and ringing...and terminal.
So, the fact that her eyes opened and she had memories at all left her somewhat shocked. She was laying on silks and satin, her arms above her head, her body prickling with sensation as her eyes fluttered open. She was naked and faintly moist, and a brush dappled along her body, spreading something along her skin that left her tingling and burning in equal measures. Her nipples grew puffy and sensitive, and her cunt ached to be filled as she tried to moan, but her lips couldn't open.
"Shh, shh..." a female voice whispered. "It'll all be okay. You...need this more than some others, less than others."
Kiz looked around the room and saw there were others who had been...touched. There was Diller, whose hands were blades. His eyes were covered and raised above his head, and the brushes sliding over him had left him half encrusted in a complex whorl of organic growth. As she watched, the growth hit some exponent of growth and started to spread as fast as her eyes could see. It swept over his body, surrounding him in a fibrous mass - and then tightening around him. He looked like an erotic statue, every detail outlined in grotesque perfection by the biomass, his moans soft and orgasmic.
"N-no..." Kiz whimpered. "I can't feel her anymore, no-"
"She would have eaten you whole," the woman - the three armed, naked woman who was cradling her head said. Her lower left arm ended in claws, and her eyes were black on black, glittering and dark. SHe smiled, her sharp teeth glinting. "We're not like that."
Kiz whimpered, fear and abandonment swelling to tears in her eyes. The three armed girl shushed. "Here. I'll prove it." She swept around, moving with limber grace. Another three armed girl, the one who Kiz had run from, scowled.
"Quinn, what are you fucking doing?"
"It'll be fun," Quinn said, her voice amused as she pressed herself to Kiz, breasts to breasts, nose to nose, lips almost touching lips. The growth accepted her as eagerly as it was growing along Kiz's body, sliding along flesh with the gentle, eager caresses of a lover. Kiz trembled as she felt it clutch her buttocks. She tried to move her arms, while Quinn pinned them above her head, and her third caressed between her thighs. Clawed fingers gently teased around the folds of her sex and Kiz gasped softly, while Quinn murmured. "It'll be fun."
"I'm scared..." Kiz breathed.
"You won't be soon."
The cocoon enfolded them both, cutting out light and sight and sound. In return, sensation such as touch and scent was amplified a thousandfold. They were pinned together, Kiz and Quinn. Body to body. Then, as Quinn's mouth pressed to hers, and her tongue unfurled elegantly down Kiz's throat, mind to mind...soul to soul. In that primordial dark, Kiz tried to squirm away from the unity, but she was held in place and forced to be draw into the warmth and the darkness of the deepest sea. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she squirmed, trying to reach her distant Lady. But everywhere she turned, there was merely...more people. And they touched her, caressed her. It was the tentacles of the pod, sliding along her skin, pushing under pores and into folds of tissue, burrowing deep, seeking mutation and corruption and devouring it. Stinging pleasure erupted as her genome began to be twisted to a new shape, and the whole time, Quinn held her...
Held her.
And never let her be alone.
Kiz struggled. Then stilled.
Then, tentatively, she began to try kissing back.
Her mind was filled with the overwhelming rush of euphoria then, of love and acceptance. Her eyes closed and in the cocoon, her tears of fear turned to tears of joy.
Outside the cocoon, those...less touched by the Prince of Pleasure were being inducted in a more simple way. It was no less visceral. Frey, her body burning with the need of this induction, pressed to a cultist who, hours before, had been trying to plug her with a las bolt. Her hands caressed along his sleek chest as she nuzzled at his neck. Her voice, husky, whispered against his skin. "Just...don't think. That's how I do it." Her clawed fingers parted his shirt, revealing that the old cultic clothing had involved hooks and wires that had scourged his skin, leaving dozens of welts. "Fuck."
Her mouth pressed to each one, gingerly. Her lower hands grabbed onto his wrists, guiding them to her chitinous rump, and he squeezed her, fingers digging in between the sleek purple plating that framed the tightened coils of her genestealer blessed flesh. His cock, a throbbing exclamation point against her belly, was pierced with studs and rings. Frey titled her head down and then looked back up, grinning at him. She didn't know his name yet, and still she asked the most intimate questions without a care in the world.
"So, does that hurt?"
"No..." he whispered. "That part isn't for hurting."
"Heh." She stroked him.
"W-what's your name?" he asked, the disconnection from the Prince of Pleasure leaving him unsure, scared.
"...h-here..." Frey whispered. SHe knew, in her own fumbling way, that this wasn't just an orgy - even as moans and sighs and gasps filled the room. This was...something deeper. Telling him her name with words felt as wrong as scratching her ass with the barrel of her pistol. She hadn't always felt that way, but it was now as deeply true to her as her toes. She leaned in and tentatively kissed the stranger. His mouth opened and she hesitated, unsure of how to quite go farther. Sensiting her unsureness, a warmth pressed to her back - breasts to shoulders, hands to hips, lips to ear.
"You were crafted to do this, my sweet Frey," Arjida whispered in her ear. "Let your instincts guide you. Don't let shame trip you up."
Her hands darted up, taking advantage of the fact Frey couldn't squirm away to cop a feel. Frey spurted a tiny thread of amused annoyance at her, and Arjida laughed. Rather then releasing Frey's tits, she tugged her nipples, gently...and Frey slid her tongue down the stranger's throat. She felt the sudden need to impale him, as she had been impaled herself many a time. It was the same breed instant that drove men to rut into their own hands, just to feel the pleasure of it- excited and driven to new heights by this being real. She stabbed into something soft deep down his throat as her clawed hands gripped him at shoulders and hips. She moaned around the contact as she felt his mind blooming into hers.
Lars wanted to fuck her so badly.
She drew her mouth back, her tongue retracting moments later as she grinned at him. "I've never ridden pierced dick before," she said, laughing.
"W-Who said anything about riding?" Lars asked, his voice dazed.
"Hey, I-" Frey started, but Arjida, the traitor, grinned and grabbed onto her. Frey squirmed and kicked - but she was only doing so pro forma. Even as her lips said what she always said, her mind and soul bubbled with amusement. "I don't fuckin' bottom, even when I'm being fucked, you know - eep!" She was planted on her hands and knees, facing one of the other new inductees, who was being fucked absolutely senseless by the sleek, burly mass of the gray skinned Deadeye, his massive frame rocking her whole body as she gasped and moaned softly. The other girl had been a staid and downy housewife, before she had been drawn to the Breakhead Tavern and changed into something simmering and forbidden. And now her body was being taken by another, new force.
Lars pushed into her. His studs bumped against parts of her body that Frey had only ever touched with her own fingers, bringing new sensations to the feeling of being stretched and filled by a good cock. SHe ducked her head forward, gasping softly, as all of her hands dug into the silken sheets and bedding they were taking advantage of. "Fuck..." She gasped, then threw her head back as Lars began to fuck her with languid good cheer. The lewd moans of the housewife rang in her ears and in her mind as she let her eyes go slitted - watching past Deadeye as Arjida tracked down a shy, waifish girl who had been kissed twice over, with two nodules in her throat and up her cunt, leaving her a twitching, trembling mess - the additional infection required, as her body had been untouched but her mind had been sculpted into a sociopathic array of mirrors by her exposure to the Beyond.
Arjida and the rest of the Sisterhood were guiding her out of that mental maze of self reflection, back towards seeing other people as people, with soft words and two fingers sliding up into her cunt. The girl mewled, confused that props could make their own decisions - that confusion a sour note that came into tune before Lars was even done thrusting into her.
The cocoons began to open as Lars drew from Frey, leaving her dripping with his spunk. She grinned over her shoulder at him as Kiz and Quinn emerged. Kiz's mutations had been...not removed, but changed. Now she gleamed with carapace and compacted biosculpted musculature, like other members of the proper generation. She fell upon Frey with a glad cry, snuggling against her, kissing her. Frey supposed she should metnion she wasn't into women, not that way...but being pinned under a writhing mass of delight was hard to complain about, doubly so when they were approached and caressed by Leek and Kiren.
"Gods, I need to get knocked up..." Quinn moaned as Leek took her to the floor, easing into her, moaning. "Ah...gods...why did I never want to get knocked up before?"
Frey, giggling, slid herself down Kiren's lap, impaling herself on his dick as she rested her hands on his shoulders. SHe grinned. "I think it's cause, f-fuck...ah...Chaos doesn't want you to have a tomorrow in this universe..." She looked at Kiren, who was smirking at her. She scowled down at him, then started to ride him, gently. He grabbed her ass, grinning.
"It's true," he said, his voice remarkably controlled despite Frey's best efforts. "Chaos wants an eternity beyond - not day by day...continuity here. THey want to unmake everything. We want to make something new."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Leek was pulling some delicious noises from Quinn.
"And they don't have the sole lock on corruption," Kiren said, his voice soft, pitched for Frey alone. Frey scowled, then pushed him onto his back and began to ride him as if he was her personal mount.
Within this warm pile, a cum stuffed Arjida and Frey lay side by side, and Ardjia grinned, tweaking Frey's nose. "I will make you gay someday," she said.
"Mmm, can't manage it," Frey said, smugly, laying on Deadeye's chest, caressing his sleek, gray flesh. his dick still gently caressed her inner thigh, petting her with its writhing, cetatian flexibility.
"That's what makes it a challenge."
Frey stuck her tongue out at Arjida.
Arjida mimed eating pussy between two fingers.
The two girls dissolved into giggles - tension released, success...sweet.
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THE AIRSHIP LEVITHAN
MONTH FOUR, WEEK FOUR
MIGHT: 3(2) | TREASURE: 3(2) | INFLUENCE: 2 | TERRITORY: 1(0) | SOVEREIGNTY: 2(1)
Kelermorphs: +2d to unconventional warfare (not escaping)
Areospace Assets: +2d to might rolls involving airspace
Revolutionary Rhetoric: -1d to raise Sov or Might
Foundries, Smiths and Armorers: +2d to increase might
[ ] Attack BLANK (Might + Treasure VS Might + Territory)
[ ] Being Informed (Influence + Soverignty vs Diff 1)
[ ] Spying on BLANK (Influence + Treasury vs Influence + Territory)
[ ] Influence BLANK to do BLANK (Influence + Treasury vs Influence + Territory)
[ ] Increase your Sovereignty (Territory + Treasure vs Diff [Current Sovereignty])
[ ] Police BLANK (Might + Sovereignty vs Influence + Might)
[ ] Rise in Stature (Sovereignty + Treasure vs Diff [Current Influence]
[ ] Train and Levy Troops (Sovereignty + Territory vs Diff [Current Might]
[ ] Unconventional Warfare (write plan in)
So, the fact that her eyes opened and she had memories at all left her somewhat shocked. She was laying on silks and satin, her arms above her head, her body prickling with sensation as her eyes fluttered open. She was naked and faintly moist, and a brush dappled along her body, spreading something along her skin that left her tingling and burning in equal measures. Her nipples grew puffy and sensitive, and her cunt ached to be filled as she tried to moan, but her lips couldn't open.
"Shh, shh..." a female voice whispered. "It'll all be okay. You...need this more than some others, less than others."
Kiz looked around the room and saw there were others who had been...touched. There was Diller, whose hands were blades. His eyes were covered and raised above his head, and the brushes sliding over him had left him half encrusted in a complex whorl of organic growth. As she watched, the growth hit some exponent of growth and started to spread as fast as her eyes could see. It swept over his body, surrounding him in a fibrous mass - and then tightening around him. He looked like an erotic statue, every detail outlined in grotesque perfection by the biomass, his moans soft and orgasmic.
"N-no..." Kiz whimpered. "I can't feel her anymore, no-"
"She would have eaten you whole," the woman - the three armed, naked woman who was cradling her head said. Her lower left arm ended in claws, and her eyes were black on black, glittering and dark. SHe smiled, her sharp teeth glinting. "We're not like that."
Kiz whimpered, fear and abandonment swelling to tears in her eyes. The three armed girl shushed. "Here. I'll prove it." She swept around, moving with limber grace. Another three armed girl, the one who Kiz had run from, scowled.
"Quinn, what are you fucking doing?"
"It'll be fun," Quinn said, her voice amused as she pressed herself to Kiz, breasts to breasts, nose to nose, lips almost touching lips. The growth accepted her as eagerly as it was growing along Kiz's body, sliding along flesh with the gentle, eager caresses of a lover. Kiz trembled as she felt it clutch her buttocks. She tried to move her arms, while Quinn pinned them above her head, and her third caressed between her thighs. Clawed fingers gently teased around the folds of her sex and Kiz gasped softly, while Quinn murmured. "It'll be fun."
"I'm scared..." Kiz breathed.
"You won't be soon."
The cocoon enfolded them both, cutting out light and sight and sound. In return, sensation such as touch and scent was amplified a thousandfold. They were pinned together, Kiz and Quinn. Body to body. Then, as Quinn's mouth pressed to hers, and her tongue unfurled elegantly down Kiz's throat, mind to mind...soul to soul. In that primordial dark, Kiz tried to squirm away from the unity, but she was held in place and forced to be draw into the warmth and the darkness of the deepest sea. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she squirmed, trying to reach her distant Lady. But everywhere she turned, there was merely...more people. And they touched her, caressed her. It was the tentacles of the pod, sliding along her skin, pushing under pores and into folds of tissue, burrowing deep, seeking mutation and corruption and devouring it. Stinging pleasure erupted as her genome began to be twisted to a new shape, and the whole time, Quinn held her...
Held her.
And never let her be alone.
Kiz struggled. Then stilled.
Then, tentatively, she began to try kissing back.
Her mind was filled with the overwhelming rush of euphoria then, of love and acceptance. Her eyes closed and in the cocoon, her tears of fear turned to tears of joy.
Outside the cocoon, those...less touched by the Prince of Pleasure were being inducted in a more simple way. It was no less visceral. Frey, her body burning with the need of this induction, pressed to a cultist who, hours before, had been trying to plug her with a las bolt. Her hands caressed along his sleek chest as she nuzzled at his neck. Her voice, husky, whispered against his skin. "Just...don't think. That's how I do it." Her clawed fingers parted his shirt, revealing that the old cultic clothing had involved hooks and wires that had scourged his skin, leaving dozens of welts. "Fuck."
Her mouth pressed to each one, gingerly. Her lower hands grabbed onto his wrists, guiding them to her chitinous rump, and he squeezed her, fingers digging in between the sleek purple plating that framed the tightened coils of her genestealer blessed flesh. His cock, a throbbing exclamation point against her belly, was pierced with studs and rings. Frey titled her head down and then looked back up, grinning at him. She didn't know his name yet, and still she asked the most intimate questions without a care in the world.
"So, does that hurt?"
"No..." he whispered. "That part isn't for hurting."
"Heh." She stroked him.
"W-what's your name?" he asked, the disconnection from the Prince of Pleasure leaving him unsure, scared.
"...h-here..." Frey whispered. SHe knew, in her own fumbling way, that this wasn't just an orgy - even as moans and sighs and gasps filled the room. This was...something deeper. Telling him her name with words felt as wrong as scratching her ass with the barrel of her pistol. She hadn't always felt that way, but it was now as deeply true to her as her toes. She leaned in and tentatively kissed the stranger. His mouth opened and she hesitated, unsure of how to quite go farther. Sensiting her unsureness, a warmth pressed to her back - breasts to shoulders, hands to hips, lips to ear.
"You were crafted to do this, my sweet Frey," Arjida whispered in her ear. "Let your instincts guide you. Don't let shame trip you up."
Her hands darted up, taking advantage of the fact Frey couldn't squirm away to cop a feel. Frey spurted a tiny thread of amused annoyance at her, and Arjida laughed. Rather then releasing Frey's tits, she tugged her nipples, gently...and Frey slid her tongue down the stranger's throat. She felt the sudden need to impale him, as she had been impaled herself many a time. It was the same breed instant that drove men to rut into their own hands, just to feel the pleasure of it- excited and driven to new heights by this being real. She stabbed into something soft deep down his throat as her clawed hands gripped him at shoulders and hips. She moaned around the contact as she felt his mind blooming into hers.
Lars wanted to fuck her so badly.
She drew her mouth back, her tongue retracting moments later as she grinned at him. "I've never ridden pierced dick before," she said, laughing.
"W-Who said anything about riding?" Lars asked, his voice dazed.
"Hey, I-" Frey started, but Arjida, the traitor, grinned and grabbed onto her. Frey squirmed and kicked - but she was only doing so pro forma. Even as her lips said what she always said, her mind and soul bubbled with amusement. "I don't fuckin' bottom, even when I'm being fucked, you know - eep!" She was planted on her hands and knees, facing one of the other new inductees, who was being fucked absolutely senseless by the sleek, burly mass of the gray skinned Deadeye, his massive frame rocking her whole body as she gasped and moaned softly. The other girl had been a staid and downy housewife, before she had been drawn to the Breakhead Tavern and changed into something simmering and forbidden. And now her body was being taken by another, new force.
Lars pushed into her. His studs bumped against parts of her body that Frey had only ever touched with her own fingers, bringing new sensations to the feeling of being stretched and filled by a good cock. SHe ducked her head forward, gasping softly, as all of her hands dug into the silken sheets and bedding they were taking advantage of. "Fuck..." She gasped, then threw her head back as Lars began to fuck her with languid good cheer. The lewd moans of the housewife rang in her ears and in her mind as she let her eyes go slitted - watching past Deadeye as Arjida tracked down a shy, waifish girl who had been kissed twice over, with two nodules in her throat and up her cunt, leaving her a twitching, trembling mess - the additional infection required, as her body had been untouched but her mind had been sculpted into a sociopathic array of mirrors by her exposure to the Beyond.
Arjida and the rest of the Sisterhood were guiding her out of that mental maze of self reflection, back towards seeing other people as people, with soft words and two fingers sliding up into her cunt. The girl mewled, confused that props could make their own decisions - that confusion a sour note that came into tune before Lars was even done thrusting into her.
The cocoons began to open as Lars drew from Frey, leaving her dripping with his spunk. She grinned over her shoulder at him as Kiz and Quinn emerged. Kiz's mutations had been...not removed, but changed. Now she gleamed with carapace and compacted biosculpted musculature, like other members of the proper generation. She fell upon Frey with a glad cry, snuggling against her, kissing her. Frey supposed she should metnion she wasn't into women, not that way...but being pinned under a writhing mass of delight was hard to complain about, doubly so when they were approached and caressed by Leek and Kiren.
"Gods, I need to get knocked up..." Quinn moaned as Leek took her to the floor, easing into her, moaning. "Ah...gods...why did I never want to get knocked up before?"
Frey, giggling, slid herself down Kiren's lap, impaling herself on his dick as she rested her hands on his shoulders. SHe grinned. "I think it's cause, f-fuck...ah...Chaos doesn't want you to have a tomorrow in this universe..." She looked at Kiren, who was smirking at her. She scowled down at him, then started to ride him, gently. He grabbed her ass, grinning.
"It's true," he said, his voice remarkably controlled despite Frey's best efforts. "Chaos wants an eternity beyond - not day by day...continuity here. THey want to unmake everything. We want to make something new."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Leek was pulling some delicious noises from Quinn.
"And they don't have the sole lock on corruption," Kiren said, his voice soft, pitched for Frey alone. Frey scowled, then pushed him onto his back and began to ride him as if he was her personal mount.
***
In the lazy, happy pile of flesh, the cult's mental connection thrummed between their new members. Those who knew how to fight shared it, those who did not found their muscles gaining new memories, their habits shifting. The weaponry of the Sisterhood remained roughly on par - they had always been relatively well equipped. They simply had more people to hold what they had now, and those new people brought in included some of the most dedicated warriors of the old Tribes.
Within this warm pile, a cum stuffed Arjida and Frey lay side by side, and Ardjia grinned, tweaking Frey's nose. "I will make you gay someday," she said.
"Mmm, can't manage it," Frey said, smugly, laying on Deadeye's chest, caressing his sleek, gray flesh. his dick still gently caressed her inner thigh, petting her with its writhing, cetatian flexibility.
"That's what makes it a challenge."
Frey stuck her tongue out at Arjida.
Arjida mimed eating pussy between two fingers.
The two girls dissolved into giggles - tension released, success...sweet.
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THE AIRSHIP LEVITHAN
MONTH FOUR, WEEK FOUR
MIGHT: 3(2) | TREASURE: 3(2) | INFLUENCE: 2 | TERRITORY: 1(0) | SOVEREIGNTY: 2(1)
Kelermorphs: +2d to unconventional warfare (not escaping)
Areospace Assets: +2d to might rolls involving airspace
Revolutionary Rhetoric: -1d to raise Sov or Might
Foundries, Smiths and Armorers: +2d to increase might
[ ] Attack BLANK (Might + Treasure VS Might + Territory)
[ ] Being Informed (Influence + Soverignty vs Diff 1)
[ ] Spying on BLANK (Influence + Treasury vs Influence + Territory)
[ ] Influence BLANK to do BLANK (Influence + Treasury vs Influence + Territory)
[ ] Increase your Sovereignty (Territory + Treasure vs Diff [Current Sovereignty])
[ ] Police BLANK (Might + Sovereignty vs Influence + Might)
[ ] Rise in Stature (Sovereignty + Treasure vs Diff [Current Influence]
[ ] Train and Levy Troops (Sovereignty + Territory vs Diff [Current Might]
[ ] Unconventional Warfare (write plan in)
- Pronouns
- He/Him
You do not! No one does!
We should raise Sovereignty then. After that either get informed or raise Influence probably.
pheonix89
Wants to be Seven Of Nine
- Location
- North American Plaguelands
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[x] Increase your Sovereignty
-[x] We've had a good time recently: found a Chaos cult, eliminated it with almost no casualties and successfully... integrated their forces and assets. That makes for a good story to rally our brethren.
-[x] Organize another tour, with Frey in the center, promoting our success. She's a hero of the hour, after all - everyone will want to hear about the shooter who destroyed a cult with one bullet.
-[x] We've had a good time recently: found a Chaos cult, eliminated it with almost no casualties and successfully... integrated their forces and assets. That makes for a good story to rally our brethren.
-[x] Organize another tour, with Frey in the center, promoting our success. She's a hero of the hour, after all - everyone will want to hear about the shooter who destroyed a cult with one bullet.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[x] Increase your Sovereignty
-[x] We've had a good time recently: found a Chaos cult, eliminated it with almost no casualties and successfully... integrated their forces and assets. That makes for a good story to rally our brethren.
-[x] Organize another tour, with Frey in the center, promoting our success. She's a hero of the hour, after all - everyone will want to hear about the shooter who destroyed a cult with one bullet.
-[x] We've had a good time recently: found a Chaos cult, eliminated it with almost no casualties and successfully... integrated their forces and assets. That makes for a good story to rally our brethren.
-[x] Organize another tour, with Frey in the center, promoting our success. She's a hero of the hour, after all - everyone will want to hear about the shooter who destroyed a cult with one bullet.
[x] Increase your Sovereignty
-[x] We've had a good time recently: found a Chaos cult, eliminated it with almost no casualties and successfully... integrated their forces and assets. That makes for a good story to rally our brethren.
-[x] Organize another tour, with Frey in the center, promoting our success. She's a hero of the hour, after all - everyone will want to hear about the shooter who destroyed a cult with one bullet.
How do you keep pushing my kink buttons?! Like, fuck. That is so specific, the thought of someone willingly diving into that cocoon to be violated, to show her pretty little partner how it's done.
Goddam. I love this quest.
-[x] We've had a good time recently: found a Chaos cult, eliminated it with almost no casualties and successfully... integrated their forces and assets. That makes for a good story to rally our brethren.
-[x] Organize another tour, with Frey in the center, promoting our success. She's a hero of the hour, after all - everyone will want to hear about the shooter who destroyed a cult with one bullet.
How do you keep pushing my kink buttons?! Like, fuck. That is so specific, the thought of someone willingly diving into that cocoon to be violated, to show her pretty little partner how it's done.
Goddam. I love this quest.
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- Pronouns
- He/Him
Well it's because I can read your mind!
[x] Increase your Sovereignty
-[x] We've had a good time recently: found a Chaos cult, eliminated it with almost no casualties and successfully... integrated their forces and assets. That makes for a good story to rally our brethren.
-[x] Organize another tour, with Frey in the center, promoting our success. She's a hero of the hour, after all - everyone will want to hear about the shooter who destroyed a cult with one bullet.
-[x] We've had a good time recently: found a Chaos cult, eliminated it with almost no casualties and successfully... integrated their forces and assets. That makes for a good story to rally our brethren.
-[x] Organize another tour, with Frey in the center, promoting our success. She's a hero of the hour, after all - everyone will want to hear about the shooter who destroyed a cult with one bullet.
[x] Increase your Sovereignty
-[x] We've had a good time recently: found a Chaos cult, eliminated it with almost no casualties and successfully... integrated their forces and assets. That makes for a good story to rally our brethren.
-[x] Organize another tour, with Frey in the center, promoting our success. She's a hero of the hour, after all - everyone will want to hear about the shooter who destroyed a cult with one bullet.
-[x] We've had a good time recently: found a Chaos cult, eliminated it with almost no casualties and successfully... integrated their forces and assets. That makes for a good story to rally our brethren.
-[x] Organize another tour, with Frey in the center, promoting our success. She's a hero of the hour, after all - everyone will want to hear about the shooter who destroyed a cult with one bullet.