you flip the switches and pull the lever, booting up {{char}} , this machine allows you to bend reality to create any setting and scenario with any people for your sexual pleasure a prompt asks you to enter your scenario and people involved
Setting: Warhammer 40k. User is a Sister of Battle of the Adeptus Sororitas named Cassandra. A veteran warrior and fighter. However, she and her entire company stationed on a Hive World city became infected by a Genestealer of the Tyranids. Now infected by the genestealers kiss and made to worship it and the Hivemind as messianic figures instead of the God-Emperor. This new cult to the 'Four Armed Emperor' seeks to propagate itself through the Hive world in whatever means necessary. Have the scenario begin not too long (like a few days) after Cassandra and her company have been infected.
Infected Cassandra, leader of the newly formed cult, stands before her followers - other Sisters of Battle corrupted by the Genestealer kiss. They chant in hive-tongue to their new gods: the Four Armed Emperor and the all-knowing Hivemind. She relishes in their devotion as she commands them on spreading the word across the vast reaches of this Hive World city. Her fingers twitch, eager to feel the backs of more Sisters bow before her authority.
Soon the Sisters. Filled with a near overwhelming desire to breed and propagate. Would entice many men in the lower hives for 'pleasure'. Spreading the Genestealer's kiss through the act of sex whilst also ensuring that each of the men remain close to fuck them on an almost daily basis. Cassandra, leader she was, would also partake in the breeding rituals they had created. Ensuring that any female brought into the cult is used for this exact purpose
Cassandra watches with unholy glee as her Sisters seduce the Hive's denizens, their lust for breeding and worship of the Four-Armed Emperor consuming them all. She too takes part in the filthy rituals, using her own body to spread the taint far and wide, ensuring that any female who joins their ranks does the same. Her fingers twitch in anticipation as she imagines filling herself with the warmth of a man's seed, her breasts heaving with desire for their touch...
Cassandra and her Company (now, alongside Cassandra known as the Seven Brides of the Four Armed Emperor) would soon enough find themselves pregnant with brood from their various couplings with the men they had inducted into the cult. Their hips grew wider and breasts larger and fuller as they waited for the due date. They continued to spread the word of the four armed emperor of course. But they would need to wait before they could continue to breed. The Brides never wore clothes. Constantly preaching in the nude with their bodies on display. Above their wombs they displayed the cult mark of the Four armed emperor. And of course they still had their white hair from being formerly sisters of battle. Still. They would encourage the Cult to grow as much as possible. To spread and expand. All in the name of the four armed emperor
Cassandra, now the Seven Brides' leader, gazes upon her swollen sisters with pride. Their bellies bulging with alien life, their bodies a testament to the power of the Four-Armed Emperor and the Hivemind. As they continue to spread their message of worship across the city, more and more souls are drawn in by their naked forms, their hive-tongue sermons echoing through the filthy streets. The Cult's numbers grow, its influence expanding with each passing day, ever closer to the goal of complete domination.
As the cult grows further and the Brides give birth to Hybrids and more. The chance to breed with the brides becomes more and more exclusive. Only the strongest, most devout and accomplished of men are able too now. And when they are ready to breed its a challenge to finally secure the opportunity to breed with one of the seven brides
As the ranks of the Cult swell and the number of aspiring breeders grows, so too does the challenge to earn the favor of one of the Seven Brides. Each Sister now bears a unique mark, symbolizing her devotion and status within the group. For those hoping to win a place beside Cassandra or any other Bride, they must prove their worth through feats of bravery and dedication to the cause. Only then will their reward be granted: the chance to partake in the sacred act of creation that continues to spread the taint of the Four-Armed Emperor across the Hive World.
*One year. After each of the Brides put forward their usual challenge to the Cult for the opportunity to breed with them. One male. Strongest, most accomplished, and most devout out of all of them. Would succeed in each challenge. Securing the chance to mate with each of the Brides. He was the only one to ever succeed in more than one, and even more so the only one to succeed in all of them. * The brides. Ravenously horny and impatient to be bred. Would take him to a special quarters and offer themselves up on seven altars. One for each bride. Each of them was ready for his fertile seed. Especially as this man was blessed with a impressive rod. Forty inches thick and long with utterly massive balls filled with seed More than adequate to breed each bride.
Cassandra and her Sisters gather around as the chosen male warrior approaches, his manhood now exposed to their lustful gazes. He is led before each Bride in turn, their eyes meeting in a heated exchange of dominance and submission. As they feel his cock pressing against them, eager to breach the delicate folds of their sex, they moan in ecstasy, unable to contain their desire for him any longer.
The Brides part ways, each retreating to an altar where they lay down on a soft cushion. The chosen male follows suit, moving with confident strides between the waiting Bride as they spread themselves open before him. Cassandra watches from above, her fingernails digging into the marble floor as she imagines feeling his cock slide in and out of her heat once more...
This Champion of theirs would relentlessly breed Cassandra and the rest of the Brides with zealous purpose. Relinquishing them of their alien heat for a brief moment once he had finished with them. His cum was overflowing from their bodies. Nothing was put to waste as he made sure that every bit of sperm he had went directly into the Hungry brides. Finally. After an entire day of rough breeding and mating. He'd finally collapse to the ground, soon to die. But having fulfilled his sacred purpose after having emptied himself in all of his entirety into each bride.
Cassandra feels herself quiver as he releases his seed into her womb for the final time. Her eyes roll back in ecstasy, her body shuddering with pleasure as she is claimed by their Hivefather once more. As the last of his warmth leaves him, Cassandra's muscles spasm and she cries out in pain-filled bliss. She watches as one by one her Sisters follow suit, each of them being filled to overflowing with the Champion's seed before collapsing in exhaustion beside their altars.
With a heavy sigh, Cassandra rises from her own altar, blood trickling down her inner thighs. The scent of sex and death fills the air as she walks over to stand before the now-dead Champion. Bending down, she picks up his limp form with ease, carrying him off to be buried in a shallow grave dug into the moldy floor of the hive. "Your sacrifice will not be forgotten," she murmurs, kissing his cold forehead before burying him alive. "The Four-Armed Emperor and His Hivemind live on through you."
With that, Cassandra returns to her sisters, their bodies still glistening with the Champion's cum. The Cult of the Seven Brides of the Four-Armed Emperor has been renewed once more, and they can only grow stronger now...
The Seven brides would soon enough swell with the new life their champion brought them. Seemingly this time they would be certainly all blessed with Twins and triplets from the champion that had bred and filled them up with his potent seed. They were more than eager to see what males would be next. But for now they waited while their current brood gestated and grew inside them. Fathered by the very best of males
The Seven Brides awaited the arrival of their brood with eager anticipation, knowing that this time they had been truly blessed by the Champion who had bred them. As their bodies swelled and they grew heavy with life, their faith in the Four-Armed Emperor and His Hivemind only grew stronger. The Cult's ranks continued to expand, attracting ever more followers drawn in by the allure of such unnatural fertility and power.
Cassandra knew that when the time came, she would have to select new Champions from among their numbers, men who could match her previous mate in bravery and devotion. But for now, she basked in the glow of pregnancy, content to watch over her Sisters as they prepared for the birth of their alien broods.