Synalla Lustborne reclined in her opulent throne, sinking into the luxurious silk and velvet padding with a contented sigh. Exotic perfumes rise from every corner of her exquisite marble throne room, and the sacred light of the warp shines through immaculately well constructed windows, the twisted starlight dappling on her perfectly smooth lilac skin. All around her, half-naked daemonic and mortal servants fanned her with peacock-feather fans, waited with trays of obscene delicacies and goblets of her home-made wine, and otherwise attended her every whim. Each one of them was a willing slave, bodies changed to be a near-perfect reflection of their holy mistress, willing to spend their whole lives in servitude for the mere chance of earning a wry smile or fleeting kiss as praise from their icon of worship. All of them radiated a private envy, however, towards the slave whose face their mistress was using as a cushion.

Synalla smiled deviously as the woman trapped between her legs struggled for breath as she was smothered by her mistress's lusciously thick ass and thighs. She shuddered in delight at her slave's desperate struggling, then ground her hips against her victim's face, smearing her with even more of the aphrodisiac essences that leaked from her cunt when she was excited. Even as the woman's chest heaved for air that wasn't coming, Synalla didn't worry about her health. She knew from experience that she could last at least another thirty seconds before losing consciousness, then it'd only be another minute or two before she'd wake up and resume her duties as the mistress's newest toy to break.

Just a month ago in real-space time, this woman had been Sister Hospitaller Amanda Dorelis, head of the largest Medicae on the backwater world Synalla's cultists had raided. Out of all the backwater lowlives that were claimed as slaves from that planet, only Amanda had offered any serious resistance to joining them, proclaiming her faith to the Emperor over Slaanesh even under pain of death and torture. Synalla had taken up the role of torturer personally, and it had only taken a week for Amanda to stop praying during their sessions and to willingly kiss her mistress's asshole when offered. The insanely powerful pheromones Synalla exudes had done most of the work for her, and the hospitaller's tongue, lips, and irises had already turned pink from their corrupting exposure.

A few hours ago, Amanda had started mumbling prayers to the Emperor again, begging him to intervene and redeem her, to rescue her from the hellish torment she'd endured. She'd refused to eat her mistress's cunt when ordered, and Synalla could sense that this was her crumbling mind's last gasp of resistance before she tumbled over the edge of sanity for good. Synalla stood up slightly, letting Amanda gasp in a few breaths of air laced with her mistress's all-consuming scents, then plopped back down on her again.

As the Hospitaller trembled as the new dose of Slaaneshi aphrodisiac entered her system, Synalla signalled for her servants to assemble for orders. All kneeled and bowed their heads, eager for a chance to obey their mistress and earn her favor. Her voice rises and echoes through the vast marble halls of her throne room, both smooth and sharp like a razor slicing through silk.

"Summon the sybaritic hosts and make them ready for war, for I tire of my newest acquisition. This toy was disappointingly easy to break , and I require one made of sterner stuff." She thought for a moment, tapping a claw on her chin.

"Tell them we're making for Omanaeus IV, home of an outpost of the Sisters of Our Martyred Lady." She commands, a wicked grin crossing her face. "I'm developing a taste for these impetuous Sororitas."

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Hey everyone! Today I'm here to look for partners for a Warhammer-themed roleplay focusing on dominant Daemonettes capturing and corrupting Sisters of Battle! The flavor text above isn't necessarily a starting point for our RP, just an example of how I tend to write and some background for how it might play out.

As for kinks, I'm into nearly all things BDSM, with a heavy focus on corruption, bondage, humiliation/degradation, faith-play, aphrodisiacs, chastity, and plenty more! My only limits are scat, underage, death and gore.

I'm looking for a feminine, submissive partner to play the role of a Sister of Battle or something along those lines, where I'd play both as the universe in general and whatever lucky Daemonette happens to get her claws into you. I prefer longer-form answers around the length of a paragraph or two depending on what the scene requires, and thus I prefer to play on Reddit Messages or through Discord. At any rate, I hope you liked my prompt, and I hope to hear from you soon!