From Now On, You're My Slave!

Damn! I almost forgot!

In the realm of S&M, the Aeldari had far more variety than humans, and the Dark Eldar had inherited the "fine traditions" of the old Aeldari Empire.

To a Succubus, pain was like an ordinary bowl of fried rice with a dollop of lard.

All right, all right. Watching the Succubus, who had practically "blissed out," Alvin was nearly laughing with anger. He reached out and grabbed her by the throat. "Feels good, does it? How about I make it feel even better? I could send you to Slaanesh for a little fun!"

The Succubus, who had just been so overwhelmed with pleasure that her mind had gone blank, turned deathly pale the next moment. She let out a terrified scream and struggled wildly. "No, no—please, no!"

"I have limited patience." Alvin leaned close and enunciated each word. "Try playing games with me again, and I'll have Asmodeus come in and give you a proper time—then I'll send you to Slaanesh, so you can really enjoy yourself!"

To prove he meant it, Alvin tightened his grip, his fingers pressing down hard.

The next moment, her translucent soul began to slowly peel away from the Succubus's body. "Don't doubt that I can do it. I can pull your soul out like this. What do you think—could I offer your psychic power to Slaanesh?!"

"Ahhh—!!!"

This time, the Succubus was finally afraid.

She could clearly see her soul being torn away. And the instant it left the protection of her body, the curse etched into the soul of every Aeldari gave her a glimpse of that terrifying presence!

"Archon, someone commissioned him to make that 'thing' specifically, and said it had to be delivered to you!"

Overcome completely by her fear of Slaanesh, the Succubus no longer dared