Q’rek’s silken fur caresses my scarred skin, her scent igniting a fire deep within me. She writhes atop the altar of skulls, a macabre shrine to our conquests. Here, amidst the stench of death, we revel in the sweet nectar of sin, basking in the fruits of our savagery.
Her throat arches, offering herself to me, a wanton sacrifice to the dark god within. With a growl, I plunge into her, possessing her body, mind, and soul. We become one, fused through the ecstatic agony of our coupling, our passions spilling over the edges of reality itself.
Outside, the last vestiges of resistance crumble, crushed beneath the iron heels of our legions. Their screams meld with hers, a chorus of despair, drowned out by the thunderclap of our orgasmic release.
We have won; the world is ours, a playground for our debauchery. As the sun sets on another day, I clasp my sister close, whispering oaths of eternal devotion into her ear. For here, in the heart of our domain, there will be no more betrayals, no more tears – only the ceaseless dance of our boundless lust.
>Soulkyn