Give Them an Inch, They'll Take a Mile

"Really? I thought your control over Aeldari souls was absolute," Lin Fan challenged Slaanesh.

"Oh, darling, there were always exceptions. Some Haemonculi prayed to Khorne to escape my gaze, while some Aeldari seers prayed to Tzeentch and became Chaos Spawn. The Warp was vast." Slaanesh giggled, the hundreds of narrow eyes across her shadowy body fixed solely on Lin Fan.

"All right, then. I'll let Yvraine and the others know and tell them to be careful." Lin Fan scratched his head. He did remember Aeldari who had turned to Khorne and Tzeentch, though he could no longer recall who they were.

"But they can loosen up their emotions a little, as long as they keep them within humanity's shallow standards. That way, I can take a lick now and then to sample the flavor."

"Wouldn't you lick them to death in one go?"

"How could I? My control of strength is excellent. I'm not as brutish as Khorne."

Slaanesh wriggled up before Lin Fan. Her swollen head seemed even more jumbled and chaotic in her excitement. Faces from countless races merged and converged, eventually becoming the face of a pure yet seductive woman.

"Really? You want soothing again?"

Seeing Slaanesh's yearning expression, Lin Fan felt rather helpless. In the end, he grabbed the two horns growing from her head and pulled hard, tearing Slaanesh's shadow in half.

"Yeeee! Harder!" Slaanesh shrieked joyfully. Lin Fan sighed helplessly and tore her apart inch by inch.

"Satisfied?" Lin Fan asked. The empty room gave no reply. It seemed Slaanesh had already dissipated from pleasure.

So, my relationship with Slaanesh was actually pretty... pure.

In the Warp, Slaanesh lay limp within her palace. Her body disintegrated inch by inch, and the clash between the pleasure created by gentle caresses and the pain of being