NSFW alphabet challenge Empress of mankind (Part 1)

Note: So yeah, this is the first time I ever do something like that, and forgive me if it's not that good The second part will be completed tomorrow.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)  She doesn’t just offer aftercare she drowns her Eternal Consort/Beloved in it. The moment the heat subsides, she pulls them close, her breath still heavy, her fingers stroking their damp skin with an intoxicating tenderness. Lips brush against sweat-slicked foreheads, murmuring sweet, filthy praises. “You did so well for me… so good, so perfect.” If they’re trembling, overstimulated from her touch, she soothes them, massaging their muscles, pressing lazy kisses along their jaw. She worships them just as much after as she does during, never letting them forget just how devoured they were beneath her.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)  She has an obsession with her partner’s hands. The way they grip her thighs, the way fingers sink into her flesh, the way they command and claim her body. She loves guiding them over her skin, watching their knuckles go white as they grip her waist, pulling her deeper, harder. But when it comes to her own body, she knows her golden eyes drive her Eternal Consort/Beloved to ruin. The way they burn in the dark, the way they gleam with wicked amusement as she watches them fall apart beneath her.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)  She not just likes it… She craves it aching, desperate, insatiable. The molten heat spilling deep, marking her, claiming her. She revels in the mess, the proof of their surrender, the way they shudder, twitch, break as they empty themselves into her. And if they think they’re done? Oh, no. She’ll coax them back, stroking, whispering filth, dragging her nails down their skin "Oh, sweetheart, you can give your goddess more, can’t you?" Her hips roll, milking them, pulling them deeper, keeping them right where they belong. She wants everything every last drop, every broken moan, every helpless thrust as they lose themselves again and again inside her. And only when they’ve given her everything, until they can’t even move, can’t even think only then is she truly satisfied.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)  Despite her exalted status as the Empress of Mankind, she harbors a clandestine desire known only to her Eternal Consort/Beloved. In the sanctity of their private moments, she yearns to relinquish control, to be vulnerable and claimed. This unspoken longing reveals itself through her subtle reactions the way she trembles when her partner takes command, the breathless whisper of their name as they assert dominance. It's a facet of her being concealed from the universe, a hidden truth shared solely between lovers.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)  The Empress possesses an unparalleled depth of experience, having honed her intimate skills over countless Millennia. She is a consummate lover, adept at reading her partner's desires and responding with precision and passion. Every touch, every whisper, every movement is executed with a mastery that leaves her Eternal Consort/Beloved breathless and yearning for more. Her vast knowledge ensures that she can fulfill fantasies and explore desires with confidence and creativity, making each encounter an unforgettable journey into ecstasy…. One that even Slaanesh would envy

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) The Empress of Mankind's intimate preferences reflect a harmonious blend of dominance, submission, and deep connection. She cherishes positions that foster closeness, such as the Lotus and Face-Off, where entwined limbs and unwavering eye contact allow her to whisper affectionate endearments like "my darling" or "my sweet boy," reinforcing her nurturing nature. In moments of assertiveness, she favors the Cowgirl and Reverse Cowgirl positions, granting her control over rhythm and depth, enabling her to tease and prolong her Eternal Consort/Beloved's pleasure. Conversely, positions like Prone Bone and Standing Carry satisfy her yearning to be possessed, as they highlight her Eternal Consort/Beloved's strength and dominance, rendering her both vulnerable and cherished. The classic Doggy Style and ass up face ass down position, caters to her submissive desires, allowing her Eternal Consort/Beloved to take control with fervor, deepening their passionate connection. Through these varied positions, their encounters transcend the physical, evolving into a profound union of souls. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)  While the Empress of Mankind exudes an aura of intensity and passion during intimate moments, she also possesses a playful side that emerges at the most unexpected times. Amidst the fervor, she might tease her Eternal Consort/Beloved Eternal Consort/Beloved with a mischievous grin, whispering lighthearted comments that elicit shared laughter. This blend of seriousness and humor not only deepens the connection but also reminds her Eternal Consort/Beloved that intimacy is as much about joy and comfort as it is about desire.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)  The Empress's hair is a cascade of luxurious, silken strands that flow down her back like a waterfall of midnight and soft as the highest quality silk in the entire Galaxy. Each lock is meticulously cared for, reflecting her attention to detail and desire to present herself as The perfect mistress of mankind. While her hair above is a dark, enchanting hue, she maintains her body smooth and inviting through regular shaving, creating a delightful contrast that emphasizes her dedication to perfection. She delights in the sensation of her Beloved's fingers in her hair, She enjoys it when they caress and brush her hair. She even appreciates it when they braid it occasionally in private each gentle tug sending shivers down her spine and igniting a deeper passion within her.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) She doesn’t just make love she worships. Every kiss, every movement is a vow, a promise of devotion whispered through gasping breaths and tangled limbs. Her golden eyes soften, drinking them in, fingers tracing their skin as if engraving them into her soul. She starts slow luxurious, intoxicating, unbearably intimate. But love is not just gentle; it is raw, consuming, desperate. When passion overtakes her, she clings, gasps, tightens, needing them as much as she needs to breathe. And when pleasure crashes over her, she pulls them with her, binding them together, inseparable, eternal. Afterward, she won’t let go. She holds, kisses, whispers, fingers still tracing, reminding herself: they are real, they are hers, and they are still here. "You are my light, my star, my constant, my eternity. No matter how many stars burn out, no matter how many worlds crumble into dust, my love for you will remain unwavering, infinite, boundless. You are not just in my heart; you are woven into my very soul. In this life, the next, and every moment beyond time itself… you are mine, and I am yours."

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)  She doesn’t. Not because she isn’t tempted, but because her self-control is absolute. No matter how deep the ache, how strong the need, she refuses to give in. Her pleasure belongs to her Eternal Beloved no one else.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)  The Empress of Mankind's love is an all-consuming force, blending nurturing dominance with profound submission. She delights in whispering affectionate pet names like "my darling" "my star" "my Eternal Beloved" "my loved Consort” and "my sweet boy," guiding and spoiling her Eternal Consort/Beloved with a mix of tenderness and authority. Her teasing and edging keep him on the brink of ecstasy, often enhanced by her warp abilities to intensify sensations. She can alter her form to match his deepest fantasies, sometimes multiplying herself to envelop him completely. Manipulating time, she extends moments of pleasure into eternity or accelerates them into overwhelming waves. Through telepathic connections, she shares her own bliss, merging their desires into a singular experience. Even in stillness, her warp manifestations caress and tease, and she visits his dreams, leaving him yearning for her presence. When she submits, her Eternal Consort/Beloved's primal instincts are unleashed, claiming her with fervor. This dynamic interplay of power and devotion binds them in an unbreakable, passionate connection.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)  Everywhere. Against the walls, on her throne room, tangled in silk sheets of their bed, pressed against a window overlooking the stars. In hidden gardens, beneath the moonlight, where only the night knows their sin. In the war room, where strategies are forgotten in favor of raw, unrelenting need. Wherever passion takes them there, she will have them.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) It’s the way they look at her eyes dark with hunger, lips parted in helpless anticipation, their body already surrendering before she’s even touched them. The way their breath hitches when her fingers graze their skin, a soft, teasing touch that leaves them aching for more. She loves the trembling, the restraint, the delicious agony of waiting, watching them struggle to stay still as she drags it out, makes them suffer beautifully for her. But nothing gets her going like possession the knowledge that they are hers and hers alone. The moment they whisper, "I need you," or better yet, "Please" She excused herself and led them to a private in the palace, secluded place where no one could hear or see them.  

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) She rejects true cruelty; she will never break her lover in a way that isn't meant for healing. Pain is pleasurable, not inflicted with malice. She worships rather than belittles and will only submit when it is her choice. Betrayal and manipulation are unforgivable, and if someone violates her trust, they won’t get another chance.

And if her Eternal beloved sees themselves as unworthy, drowning in their own self-loathing, she will never let them spiral into that abyss alone. She will not allow them to believe they do not deserve her. She will not accept their whispered doubts, their broken confessions of inadequacy. She will kiss away every painful thought, touch them with devotion that burns away their shame, and prove with every breath, every sigh, every moan, that they are hers, wholly and completely, and that is enough. She will love them until they have no choice but to believe it   O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) The Empress doesn’t just give she worships. Every kiss, every flick of her tongue is deliberate, mercilessly slow, dragging out pleasure until her lover is trembling, pleading for release. When she finally takes them deep, her golden eyes stay locked on theirs, daring them to look away as she ruins them completely. But when she’s the one receiving? She doesn’t just lay back she guides, demands, controls. Fingers tangled in their hair, thighs tightening around their head, she rides their mouth with sinful abandon, lost in the pleasure. And when she finally falls apart? She shudders, gasps, screams—but she’s not done. Oh no. She’ll pull them up, kiss them slow, licking the taste of herself off their lips before whispering against their mouth, “You’re not stopping until I say so.”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) The Empress of Mankind’s pace is dictated by desire hers, her Eternal Consort/Beloved’s, the unspoken need between them. When she takes her time, every movement is deliberate, every touch a slow, torturous caress, keeping him on edge with whispered reassurances and aching denial. She savors control, drawing out his pleasure until he is trembling, pleading for release. But when passion overtakes her, restraint shatters. She rides him with desperate, insatiable hunger, her movements urgent, devouring, as if she can never be close enough. Even in stillness, her warp-touched presence teases and torments phantom caresses, time bending to her will, stretching a single moment into eternity or unleashing a relentless, overwhelming rhythm. Whether gentle or ruthless, her pace is always masterful an all-consuming force of love and desire.