Warhammer 40K Rogue Trader story Prologue

Prologue
Ventranio Bendegar looked down at another data-slate before as he slouching slightly on his command throne.
It was another fraking requisitioning report for additional food supplies from his ship’s quartermaster. Bendegar sighed before thoughtlessly approving the request and handing the slate to his scribe servitor to be logged with the last dozen requests this month.
This was his life now. Gone were the days of carefree adventure, plundering, partying, and the occasional one-night stand with the less inbred imperial noblewomen or less openly homicidal female inquisitor. Now Bendegar sailed the stars in his star galleon, a relic of his family’s long and storied history, looking for all manner of beautiful human and xenos maidens to join Bendegar…and then let the local demonette fatten them up like grox.
She told Bendegar, at least Bendegar were fairly certain she was a she, to call her Adephagia. Bendegar knew it isn’t her real name. If it were her real name Bendegar probably would not have had the sanity left to do much more than gibber and bang His head against a plasteel wall until it turned into chunky pink paste. More likely than not, Adephagia is just an old pseudonym she liked to use when she communicates with her thralls. A shiver ran up his spine at that last thought.
One and a half Terran years ago, his ship was caught in a freak warpstorm. his astropath attempted to chew on anything he could get his hands on, including his own tongue, and His navigator locked himself in his chamber screaming about how the warp pressure was crushing him and the air tasted like fine amasec. In retrospect, those should have been His first clues that something was wrong-er than normal. Then she appeared before Bendegar and seemingly only Bendegar.
Bendegar will never forget that first meeting for the rest of his, in all likelihood, short life. From a single glance, Bendegar could tell she was tall, elegant, beautiful, and utterly terrifying. Eying the rogue trader, the figure made a sultry stretch letting the stunned mortal process the sight before him. The first thing that Bendegar registered was her pale, violet skin, which despite the unnatural tone was free of even the slightest imperfection. Her eyes were an enrapturing, deep purple and held a faint glow around them. Atop her head was a waterfall of luscious indigo hair which ended in almost ethereal curls around her shoulders and a pair of curled horns. As the being before him began to approach, Bendegar began to pick up on several “unexpected details.” Her breasts were nothing short of massive, each one was far larger than his head, yet remained unnervingly full, round, and perky in a brazen act of defiance against gravity itself. This impressive bust was balanced out by an equally massive rear which similarly defied all laws of biology and gravity in its roundness and perk. This exaggerated hourglass figure was broken up by a soft paunch. In fact, moving his gaze up and down again and again, Bendegar noticed that the figure in front of him was fairly plump. Nothing was overtly flabby or shapeless, but everything was a bit softer than he expected.
The rogue trader’s ogling was interrupted when the being in front of him began to approach, letting her hips and breasts sway with every step while the rest of her flesh jiggled in time. As she grew closer Bendegar noticed a peculiar smell begin to waft into the room. The odor was pleasant although his olfactory sensors struggled to define it. It was like the first burst of steam from a cake fresh out of the oven, the bouquet of a finely aged wine, or the slightly salty vapors emanating off of a slab of roast beast. In short, it smelled delicious even if its exact characteristics were a bit contradictory.
The smell became stronger and more intoxicating as the figure approached the rogue trader until point years of experience and instinct kicked in. With a lighting-fast motion, Bendegar brought the ornate bolt pistol at his side to bear on the being in front of him. The figure stopped mid stride and cocked her head as an amused grin crept over her face.
“Halt! Who are you and why are you on my ship?!” Bendegar barked as he lined up the gun’s sights with the being’s head. This provoked her smile to widen into an even more unnerving smile.
“Why?” the being asked with an expression dripping with faux innocence. “You invited me to save you?”
“By the Emper-” Bendegars’ words were cut off by a snicker as the being in front of him
“The Corpse God is blind and deaf to your plight. But not me. Truly, She who Thirsts, the Dark Prince, the Lord of Excess, is a merciful god.”
Bendegar did want to believe what he was hearing. Sure, he had never been a particularly devout servant of the Emperor but he was sure that he had always served the Master of Mankind in his own, unique way. Yet, here in front of him was what was undoubtedly a daemonette, a lesser servant of the Ruinous Powers. And, he had called it here.
Bendegar had only a split second to contemplate whether to open fire on the warp creature in front of him or to turn his gun on himself before fear and instinct took over again.
“Wwwwwwho are you? What are you?”
“You aren’t particularly bright, are you? I had hoped for better, but you will have to do,” she said as a slightly frustrated pout accentuated her suddenly cherubic cheeks and slight double chin.
“You may call me Adaphagia. As for what I am, I am an aspect of the Scion of Sensations, Slaanesh,” she momentarily as she notices the man in front of her was slowly moving his gun away from her and towards his own temple.
“Worry not. I have no intentions of flaying you live for my own amusement. That is the territory of my siblings.” This halted the rogue trader, although she wasn’t exactly sure whether it was because of relief, surprise, or even greater fear. Doesn’t matter anyway.
“The Prince of Pleasure has many aspects. I happen to represent the more epicurean ones,” her words came out sweet and thick as honey and were emphasized with a smack of her plump lips.
“Unfortunately, this has left me somewhat famished for the last few millennia. So much, famine, starvation, and hunger. I’m wasting away!” Adaphagia vigorously began running her hands up and down her body, highlighting every more than ample curve. A noise not dissimilar to an angry grox emanated from her pudgy stomach which seemed to punctuate her claim. “In short, I need a meal ticket and you need a ticket out of the immaterium. I think that that is a more than agreeable trade.”
Bendegar took a moment to ponder the offer. Every part of his brain told him to say no, to kill her, to kill himself, that at least he’d die serving the Emperor. As his mind raced a million lightyears a second find reasons to say no, a small intrusive set of thoughts entered his mind. She hasn’t killed me yet so she can’t be all that bad. The gellar field is down so what happens when the next daemon comes aboard? Is there a next daemon?! His hand slowly holstered his bolt pistol and reached out towards Adaphagia.
A wild grin flashed as the daemonette took it before dragging him into her embrace, his head firmly wedged into her cleavage as the rest of his body depressed into hers.
“The pact is sealed. You will not regret this.”
As the suffocating darkness around Bendegar lifted he once again found himself on the bridge of his ship.
“Captain! We are coming out of warp!” his helmsman cried but that was soon drowned out by the cheering from every station and corner of the ship. All around him, his crew was ecstatic, congratulating each other and their captain. Some were on their knees giving thanks to the Emperor for their salvation, this miracle. But, Bendegar knew the truth and although he did his best not to show it he knew that this was not a miracle. It was a debt. A debt, he and his crew would have to repay with their bodies and their souls.