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[233] Corrupted Regency
🕑 Added 2024-03-25 21:37:09 +0000 UTCHey, all, Misty here!
This is another commission from n666 featuring their OC Anna, a cultist of Slaanesh.
You can get your copy on itch!
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Blurb: A spoiled lordling and a devout servant of Slaanesh spend months together as she enacts another of her schemes to spread the influence of Chaos throughout the systems.
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This story contains dramatic, monstrous transformation and explicit sexual content. As usual, this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people or events, past or present, is coincidental.
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Tanitas of House Vaustrum, son of Lady Amelia Hortus Vaustrum, was awaiting his new tutor. He vowed to himself to send this one packing within the day. Three of the best in the system had tried to reign him in, and none had been successful. This woman, Sister Anna, would be no different. He would break her spirit and resume his life of leisure.
The shuttlecraft came to a hissing stop as the landing gear emerged. The ramp lowered, pistons sliding with well-oiled precision. Out stepped a woman with white hair cut into a jaw-length bob. It was perfectly styled, her locks smooth and shiny. A tight-fitting necklace with a heart-shaped locket wrapped around her throat was her only adornment. The shiny black bodysuit and gloves of the sisterhood enveloped most of her body, leaving her upper chest and shoulders exposed. Something about her outfit seemed off for a moment, almost like it was too big for her, but the sensation faded before Tanitas could investigate further.
This was Sister Anna. Many believed her to be a Sister Obliatia, someone repenting for the salvation of another. She was, however, secretly a cultist of The Chaos. Most of her personality and body had been warped by events long passed. Only her head remained pure. Despite that, her body’s needs were expensive, and tutoring the scions of nobles was easy for someone with her reputation and skills.
The darker parts of herself evaluated the young man standing below her with detached disdain—another entitled lordling. Everything about him conveyed his privilege. His golden earrings were particularly gaudy. At least he was kind of handsome as far as nobles went. He had a strong Imperial-influenced jawline, nose, and brow. His grey eyes were fierce. His expression hard. He would make an excellent Naval officer. The purer part of her, the part miraculously untouched by the corruption, found herself swooning. The rest of her couldn’t wait to twist him to her will.
