Deep in the midst of the Immaterium, cycling in the depths of hedonism and every act of sin that man, beast, and any being worthy of sentience could ever partake in, that a being of pure chaos was being born. A gauntlet-covered hand arose from a pile of ash and dried blood reaching into this center mass, at the same time, a litany of tentacles extended forth from another corner of the abyss followed by a hand filled with pus, flesh that fell and tore off the bone. All three hands tugged and pulled at the soon to be newborn, vying to claim what they believed to be rightfully theirs, moments before it could be torn away from the seams, a purple hand, smooth like polished stone and soft like feathers would add itself to the mix resting atop the mass. 

“Now now, there’s no point in all of this senseless fighting, is there? We can all have a piece of this pie can’t we?” The purple hand spoke with a sultry tone, each word ringing in the ears of the other hands, causing the gauntlet to voice his annoyance with a loud groan. However, they all silently agreed, each of them backing away from the living mass as its heart began to beat for the very first time, beating with the urge and desires of insurmountable counts of living creatures, wrath, vengeance, fury, and more all flowed through its being like blood towards the heart. Although one emotion, the very innate desire of all things that live and had once lived would reign over all of it, domination, to take and control everything in its path, the urge to lay claim to any hint of man or thing that made itself present. 

It is now the 31st Millennia, The Empress of Mankind and her daughters, the Primarchs, each a living demi-god in all but name now spread across the galaxy laying claim and restoring humanity’s ancient glory. In what should be Humanity’s great resurrection and rise back to their rightful place as the galaxy’s ruling race, all are woefully unaware of the bastard son to the Immaterium that sought to claim all that was and will be as his, including humanity’s greatest. . . 

If you’ve read this far then I thank you for reading through another scenario that’s been running around in my mind regarding Chaos and the what if of a new Greater Daemon of Chaos Undivided!

This rp ideally takes place during the Great Crusade era where Humanity and the Imperium conquer the stars, the Imperium in its greatest standing it will ever be with the Empress walking amongst her loyal warriors alongside her daughters as pillars of Humanity and what mankind could achieve once the stars bent to their will unaware of Chaos’ newest warrior that has set his sights on claiming and laying with each and every single one of Humanity’s Greatest leaders no matter the dangers and trials that come his way!

If you’re interested and read this far please include a TTS reference in your first message or list your favorite chapter/warband

Kinks: Hair pulling, Bondage, Multiple rounds, Hair bun/ponytail coming undone due to rough sex, Spanking, Tit jobs, Hotdogging, Outfit descriptions for bodies (also if your character has a tattoo I love descriptions of those), Fake innocence (characters acting dumb or naive while knowing exactly what’s going on), public places, Thigh jobs, Muscled characters (from them simply being thin to toned nicely to being built like a bodybuilder), Love bites, Worldbuilding and many more

Limits: sounding, Smegma, Bad hygiene, Poo, Vomit, Excessive body hair, Inflation, Diapers/Characters acting like babies, Necrophilla, Farts, STDs, Pegging and rimming

[GM/M4apF/GM] In the 31/41st Millennia. . . there is only Conquest and Domination | Warhammer 30/40k rp |Gender-bends of the Primarchs and Empress!