This beautiful remake of N'Kari by Black Rabbit and posted on Steam Workshop for Warhammer 3. No more weird fuckery going on over there. However, this deamoness with have a diffrent name.

Also, important warning!!! This is a book with Slaanesh as the main God, so as you might expect - a fair warning about sex, sex jokes, casual threaths, blood, crack, probably some more sex. I will try to keep at a normal level so it's readable without wincing every two words while not going absolutely off track about how there are diffrent ways people venerate Slaanesh.

( Reader P.o.V )

Location Unknown

I woke up on the ground. My body screaming in pain as I tried to get up. Overwhleming pain in my limbs almost made me fall back down on my face but I persevered. I ripped off my sleeve and used it to bandage the bleeding on my leg. Seems like my aura couldn't hold on anymore.

I was sent on a routine cleansing of the Grimm but something was off when we arrived. Turns on that the White Fang had a base nearby and after spending hours fighting off those soulless monsters we were ambushed by the faunus. I had my team get to the LZ while I've played a distraction. I got shot and fell... Well, wherever I just did. Better here than there.

It's dark in here. barely able to see anything and I'm half-surprised that some Grimm didn't wander down here to munch of my unconcious ass. Trying to come up with a source of light I've picked up my sword and put my last dust crystal in it. Lighting up the blade just barely enough to see where I'm going.

Pushing myself alongside the wall I've noticed that it's walls smooth and that someone expertly carved this place in stone. I could see some stuff laying around, but it was outside of my vision to properly identify and I'm not risking getting turned around.

My leg was in searing pain but I've moved along only to stumble over something and crash onto the floor, my sword sliding out of my hand and cluttering into darkness where it smashed into something and the charge went off, using the dust crystal and setting everything into darkness once more.

Cursing under my breath I've dragged myself back onto my feet and notice a faint light coming from ahead.

Being hopeful that it's a way out or at least someplace I could get a lay of the land. Those hopes were quickly dashed as the light was... pink. I've expected people to be there but instead I've found something that sent chills down my spine.

The room itself looked like a mix of sacrificial alter, bedroom and torture room. Bloodied and rusted torture implements hanged on the walls, the altar was covered in blood and strange rune was carved in the middle of it. The middle part was covered in dusty and bloodied pillows, with a few other mystery stains.

However, behind the altar was a large mirror. Easily my height and it was from it that the pink light was emanating. Circling the entire room as it could only be describe as some sort of the den of sin, I've made my way to mirror.

On the other side was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Every feature of her face was perfect. Pink glowing eyes that captivate the very soul, supple lips that seems to whisper sweet promises just by looking at them and even a pair of horns on her head, which oddly enough fit her so perfectly it was as if she were created as such.

I brushed my hand against the mirror and a multitude of diffrent runes light up along it's entire frame. Her eyes snapped to attention and locked onto me in an instant.

Everything changed about her. Her eyes looked like that of the predator that just spotted a helpless pray near it's own den. A snake-like tongue slithered past her slightly parted lips and run over her them. I felt naked and powerless. It felt as if barely being gazed on was bringing me unimaginable sensations that were hard to describe.

Woman : Ah, such a cute, helpless mortal. I've missed your kind ever since those few who worshipped my Mistress died off... Truly such a sad circumstances too~ So much screaming and agony~

Before I've noticed I've backed away into the altar, my eyes running wild. Trying to see. It's hard to describe. It's like I'm looking but whenever I turn my eyes away, whenever I blink I'm looking into her eyes again.

Woman : Such tasteful fear you give off~ You have every right to be afraid, pet~

I think my mind has started to overheat. Just run! Why won't you move?!

Woman : On your knees, pet~

My legs buckled under me. Just her presence had such a powerful effect on me. There's nothing here to distract myself with and break my concentration on her!

Woman : Come to me!

I was about to stand up but she growled, fear running rampant in my mind.

Woman : On your knees~ Crawl like the obedient pet you are~ Closer and closer~

My body was moving against my will. My senses were assaulted by her, to the point where I could swear I could smell a fragrant scent coming out of the mirror. It was only when I crawled to the very foot of the mirror that she took a step back and let me gaze upon entirety of her.

She was huge! Only when she stood back did I finally understand that she was easily ten feet tall maybe even more, depending on how the mirror actually reflects. Not only that be she has a second pair of arms, those ending with crab-like claws. Additionally her legs are twisted from thighs down, ending with hooves.

Mirror... That's not a real mirror. It has to be looking-glass into another world.

That was my theory until her hand went through the mirror and grabbed my entire head, picking me up without even a hint of struggle. I was completely at her mercy. She could crush my head like a grape right now.

Woman : Such terror and fear~ It's always amusing when a mortal can't help but fall when they gaze upon their better, but it's better save me a lot of time wasted on convincing you~

(Y/N) : F-fall?

Woman : And my pet is even capable of speech, I thought you're mute with only that gasping and mewling.

She once again changed, from a temptress into a real mistress. Like a lady of the house stomping on a lowly butler.

Woman : You're so scared... So afarid of me that your heart nearly jumped out of your chest... Yet, so aroused you've nearly ripped through your pants to greet me in another way~ Your desire for me is as clear as the proposition I'm going to offer you~

Another hand went through the portal and she ripped the clothes on my chest off. Yet I didn't even struggle as placed me back onto my feet. I was, however, about to back off when I've noticed that in the time she was setting me down she has grabbed a branding iron. It was the same shape as the rune on the altar and glowing hot pink.

I didn't get a chance to back off as her crab arms locked my own lifting me off the ground and into the air. Her free hand grabbing me by the back of my hand and she pushed her head through, locking our lips together as she pressed the branding iron into my flesh over my heart.

The torture of having this strange symbol burned into me was partially numbed by the feeling of becoming hollow. While it was but a beat of the second against the few that I was branded before she continued to push the iron into the freshly marked flesh. Her tongue easily pushing past my lips, tasting her new territory. Last pang of pain on my lower lips, as she pulled away with blood smeared on her own.

Woman : You taste well pet and your soul tastes really delicious~

(Y/N) : My soul?!

Woman : Finally an interesting reaction~ Yes, I've sucked it right out of your mouth while you've been greadily gulping down my spit~

I've tried to activate my aura, it should recharge just enough to at least flicker. And it did, however, it was now hot pink. I ran my hand over my chest only to hiss in pain.

Woman : With me having your soul and your body having a mark of my Mistress, you should know who you belong to. Your new Goddess, Slaanesh, will be pleased knowing that someone found that decripit den of sin and even activated the portal.

(Y/N) : So... Anyone could just activate that mirror?

Woman : The "portal" can only be activated by those of deep desire who could prove themselves useful for our Mistress. She wishes so that your world will know of her boundless love. Depravity and excess await you as a reward, should you prove yourself useful and working well.

(Y/N) : What if I don't want to fulfill your twisted desires?

Woman : Oh foolish, little mortal~ You. Have. No. Choice. I already have your soul as a bargain. Prove yourself useful and I might be even generous enough to return it to you~ Fail, however, and I'll eat it, then pull you into my Mistress' Palace to turn into a toy for Deamonettes, or maybe flail you until you skin falls off~ Or give myself a dick and rail you until you screaming like a little bitch~ I'm such an undecisive Mistress, am I?

(Y/N) : T-Then what am I suppose to do?

Woman : Don't worry about it right now~ Return to your silly, little academy for 'fighting' and rest~ I shall visit you. In. Your. Dreams.

A shiver just run through my entire body. I'm so overwhelmed and confused that I don't even know if it's from fear or excitment...

Woman : But so I don't appear as a bad Mistress who can't care for her precious, little pet have a present for when you get out~

She reached for something near the side and with a loud moan from someone off screen a weapon was in her hand. She threw it at foot of the portal-mirror and I had to bend to get it. I grabbed ahold of the handle - half expecting it to be slick, but thankfully it wasn't... which brings even more concerns - and looked up.

The woman on the other side swatted her loincloth aside letting me gaze upon the treasure that was behind it.

Woman : Be a good pet and this, and so much will be aviable to you.

I had problems with getting up not even mentioning walking but she encouraged me by slapping my ass as I turned sending me bolting of that chamber as her sweet and psychotic laughter ringed through the hideout.

The sword lit my way as I noticed that all those things that littered the floor were actually corpses, with weapons nearby, looking as if they died due to infighting or maybe someone raided their hideout.

After running through for some time I've finally managed to get to the exit. I was honestly surprised that I was still capable of that but even the wound in my leg didn't give me that much trouble as I wanted to just get out of here.

Once I was outside I somehow managed to get myself to the LZ, where my teammates saw me just as they were about to take off. I was worried that they'd ask about the sword or the mark on my chest but the sword appeared just like the own I was using until now and the mark on my chest disappeared, however, when I touched that place I once again felt that agonizing pain rolling over me...

Something is wrong, she is twisted and I don't know if I should be worried... Or excited...

Anyone have any interesing ideas for 3 female teammates, since you know they're the first getting corrupted? Full OC idea. Week of time, gonna see if people are even interested in this.