Slaanesh stretched lazily, then slid off Lin Fan like a snake. His shrunken body rapidly expanded and unfurled, transforming into a majestic form.
In the direction of Slaanesh's gaze, scarlet light flooded the sky above the debauched realm surrounding the Palace of Pleasure.
War drums thundered, banners fluttered, and massive skulls cast from brass loomed overhead. Countless Bloodletters wielding flaming blades charged toward the palace across bridges of burning bone fragments and brimstone.
Behind them, a heavily armored, bloodthirsty, frenzied silhouette condensed from the rising flames of rage.
"I sense that... bastard again!"
Watching Khorne arrive once more in such an imposing manner, Lin Fan felt utterly exhausted. He said directly to Slaanesh, "What if we let Khorne slash me once to vent some frustration? Being targeted like this all the time isn't a solution."
But Slaanesh rejected Lin Fan's suggestion. One of his split-off forms covered Lin Fan's mouth. "Absolutely not, darling. I was only playing around when I got angry earlier. How could I bear to strike you for real? But that madman would definitely go for the kill."
"I think we can give it a try. Why don't you throw me over there and see what Khorne does?"
"This..."
"Try it! You can bring me back, can't you? This is your territory."
Slaanesh looked into Lin Fan's pleading eyes and sighed. "I really don't know what to do with you."
He seized Lin Fan with his snake-like tail, then rolled his eyes and stuffed him into his mouth, tasting Lin Fan with his tongue.
"...Could you not do that?" Lin Fan's muffled complaint came from Slaanesh's mouth. Slaanesh could feel Lin Fan resisting the baptism of his tongue.
Honestly... he tasted pretty good...
Slaanesh was somewhat reluctant, but he still spat him out forcefully. Lin Fan was