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Sister of Nurgley Anonymous 2009/11/05(Thu)02:30 No. 2774 ID: ec924d

-Sister of Nurgle-
Introduction

The corrupted sister, Apphia, roamed across the battlefield. The scorched earth crunched sickly underneath her boots as she made her way around the rotting dead.

Father Nurgle had been successful in the battle and now all that remained was to enjoy the spoils of war. His daemons had made quick work of the pitiful planetary defence force and the first steps were being taken to completely infest the planet. Already, spores and scourges rained on the world. It pleased her that this formerly desolate wasteland would soon be teeming with life.

Apphia still retained most of her former beauty, but her loveliness was only skin deep; beneath this shallow veneer she had been blessed and filled with gifts from Nurgle. Her new purpose in life was to spread those blessings. It was a task that consumed her, the constant hunt for purity.
The moans of a worthless mortal alerted her to a wounded guardsmen twitching weakly and gurgling in his own blood. She was surprised that any human had survived, but now she had a chance to bring another into the fold.

The guardsman looked up at the Sister of Battle that approached him with glazed eyes. Although her face was clean and healthy, her armor was encrusted with filth and all manner of scourges that were nestled among it. The noble fleur-de-lis, which symbolized her former order, had been replaced with the pulsating mark of Nurgle. The overwhelming stench of death and decay followed her like a billowing mantle of pestilence to which she wrapped around herself. The guardsman had begun to choke the moment the fetid air had enveloped him.
Apphia smiled at her luck. She had found someone in need of help and as her corrupted grin widened a worse smell began to fill the air. She straddled the lying guardsman and forcefully thrust her tongue into his mouth, choking him as the putrid slime worked its way down his throat forming lesions and sores wherever it touched. Her thrusts deepened as his tongue stopped resisting and soon she began to feel the first signs of deep infection forming. She lowered his head down and smiled again for she knew her first gift was appreciated.

Apphia opened the lower part of her filth-encrusted armor exposing her grotesque and defiled womanhood to the cool morning air. It seemed to pulsate sickly as if it was alive. It had been personally blessed by a greater unclean one of Nurgle. It now would bare her no young, but rather new diseases to spread for Nurgle; a sick mockery of its former purpose.

The diseased and dying flesh of her nether region was covered with engorged pustules and weeping sores which formed a deep contrast to her flawless face. Noxious mucous dripped from her as her excitement grew. She felt no joy from the act itself. But she knew it was the best way to spread new diseases, by letting him access the root of her gift.

With her claws she removed the crusted fabric of his clothes, letting her caress spores into his bare skin. She worked her way down, exposing his hardened phallus. The aphrodisiac in the spores was doing its job. Grasping it, she positioned it under herself and let him penetrate. She felt the head of the phallus rasping against her rough inner walls. She increased the tempo of her thrusting as his member became increasingly battered with each thrust; her abrasive insides allowing herself to prepare him for her coming climax. In her increasing ecstasy she undid her upper armor and began to fondle her bloated breasts. As she squeezed them, a pestilent secretion leaked from her nipples and splashed across his skin. The guardsman cried out in ever greater pain as her ministrations continued. As the pus began to eat away at his skin, she enjoyed the pleasure she was giving him. She increased her pace and his growing cries of pain soon followed. She forced herself down, his dick almost reaching her root. She loosened her bowels as she felt the euphoria enveloping her.