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A lot has happened recently so I wanted to let you know:
Still here
Still alive
There's been some MASSIVE changes to my life recently!
The good news is, I now have leave until Christmas! So when things settle down and everyone is in a routine and sleeping normally and we move everything into our new house. I can get back to weekly updates!
Love you all and again, thank you for your continued support and patience!
Not overly festive I know I also gave up halfway through because work got busy so I'm sorry!! these babies deserve on day of happiness so why not today!
Sorry Lorgar and Alpharius fans, I ran out of time!
Happy holidays to you all, thank you for all your ongoing love and support, I love you all â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Lion ElâJohnsonÂ
âWhy have you given me this?âÂ
The lion held out the large cloak and eyed it over suspiciously. The viridian velvet flowed smoothly across his calloused palms as he traced his thumb over the white fur trim.Â
âItâs a tradition on my home world.â You replied casually, trying to hide your nervousness as you watched him smooth over a wrinkle.Â
âA tradition?âÂ
 He paused, attention flicking from you to the fur in his hands. You took the weighty cloak from his hands and gestured at him to crouch. Lion frowned before slowly kneeling, eyes never leaving your face as, with a grunt, you slung the fabric around his shoulders.Â
âYou give gifts to people you love to show you appreciate them and everything theyâve doneâ You fiddled with the silk bindings, trying to secure the cloak beneath his chin. Â
âObviously you donât have to wear it if you-âÂ
Lions hand gripped yours, stilling your movements. You swallowed and finally met his gaze. He seemed softer, the usual tension in his jaw gone as a small smile creased his face.Â
âA gift...to someone you love?âÂ
You froze, breathlessly watching him bring your knuckles to his lips and press a chaste kiss to your flushed skin.Â
âI will wear it with prideâÂ
Fulgrim.Â
âThis is really too much!ââÂ
You stared around the room, eyes trailing over piles of ornately wrapped presents piled high in precarious mounds.Â
âNonsense love, nothing is ever enough for you!âÂ
Fulgrim swept from behind you, beaming in delight as he watched you trail your hand over a plump velour bow. He had scoured the imperium for the finest silks, the most delicate fragrances, all so he could see you...Â
Cry?Â
âNo no, darling why the tears?âÂ
Falling to his knees, Fulgrim took your face in his hands and wiped the tears as they fell.Â
âYouve done all this for meâ You hiccupped between sobs âand i only- only got you thisâÂ
You held up a small, embossed pouch, the leather creased from oddly spaced stitching along the side. Inside came the faint clink of metal. Fulgrim took it from you and poured the contents out onto an extended palm; A simple oval locket, a small amethyst glittered beneath the words âAmorâ. He smiled and cracked it open, finding a small hand painted picture locked away inside. You beaming as he lifted you in his arms, your wedding ring glittering on your finger.Â
âIts perfectâ He whispered, pulling you against his chest and pressing a kiss to your forehead.Â
âJust perfectâÂ
PerturaboÂ
âWhat is this?âÂ
Turning the box over in your hand, you traced a finger along a seam, tugging at the loosely tied ribbon holding it together. Perturabo kept his back to you, continuing to weld at his worktop and pointedly ignoring you. Rolling your eyes, you pulled the metal box apart to find a surprisingly delicate ring sat on a velvet cushion; a fine silver setting holding a circle of rubies. A light blinked softly in the middle.Â
âA tracker, obviouslyâÂ
You glanced up, the primarch having finally turned to stare at you with an odd expression.Â
âSeen as you have abysmal directional coordination, i needed something to know where you areâÂ
âIts beautiful, PerturaboâÂ
He shrugged, shuffling papers and tools across his desk. The leatherbound notebook youâd given him sat propped up against the wall, the cover already well-worn and weathered from use in a matter of days.Â
âJust because I gave you something, doesn't mean you had to give me something in return you knowâ You grinned, stepping up beside him and nudging him. Your smile broadened as you watched a faint pink creep across his cheeks.Â
âITs not a gift, its to stop you getting lost on my ship and wasting my timeâ He huffed.Â
âOf course it isâÂ
Jaghatai KhanÂ
Morning air whipped across your skin, burning your eyes as you sat nestled in the khanâs lap and felt the roar of the jet bikes engines beneath you. Behind you, the laughter and shouts of the white scars faded as you faced towards the rising sun climbing over chogorisâ windblown steppes and verdant grasslands. The bike snarled and groaned, taking each sharp turn and sudden acceleration in its stride until, finally, you skidded to a stop.Â
Jaghatai dismounted first, fresh young grass crunching beneath his feet. He stretched, cracking his neck and back before turning to you with a broad smile and offering his hand. You took it and allowed him to sweep you off and settle you safely on your feet. Â
âWhy are we all the way out here?â You asked, inhaling deeply and relaxing at the scent of morning dew and wet soil.Â
âI have a gift for youâÂ
âOh? You didn't need to get me anything, I know you don't celebrate-âÂ
The khan quieted you with a raised hand.Â
âI don't, but you do.âÂ
He raised his fingers to his lips and whistled; a long, pitched sound that echoed for what seemed like miles. You waited for a moment before looking at him with a raised brow.Â
âUm, very impressive JaghataiâÂ
âJust waitâ He snorted, rolling his eyes and grinning.Â
You heard it before you saw it; A piercing cry that cut across the plains. Squinting to find its source, you spotted a black shadow tearing across the brightening sky, it dove towards you, and you recoiled feeling a blast of cold air and sweep of feathers.Â
Sharp talons dug into your shoulder as a large bird made itself comfortable. Ruffling auburn feathers and glaring at you with a bright orange eye, the falcon clacked its curved beak and croaked.Â
âHeâs to keep you company, whilst I am awayâÂ
You stared at the bird, awestruck. Tentatively reaching out, you ran a finger across its head, admiring the sun on its banded feathers.Â
âMy own little warhawk?âÂ
The khan beamed.Â
âFor when the original is awayâÂ
Leman RussÂ
The fire roared and crackling, wood splintering as the flame danced towards the open night sky, reaching for the winter lights flickering between the stars. Dragging your eyes away from the fenrisian sky, you laughed as around you space wolves howled and lifted their heavy tankards in a cheer. The newest blood claws tousled in the snow as aged grey hunters scoffed and nursed their mjord, recounting their sagas and comparing hunts. Even Bjorn had forgone his manners, choosing to catch a young marine in a headlock and tousle his hair until her growled and writhed.Â
âHaving fun?âÂ
Leman dropped into the snow beside you, handing you a steaming mug and draping a large fur around your shoulders. You took the cup gratefully, snuggling into the pelt and leaning into his side.Â
âIts nice. You do this every year?âÂ
He nodded, pulling you closer to him.Â
âWithout fail. No matter where we are, we celebrateâÂ
You downed your drink and dug an elbow into his side, grinning.Â
âNot that your wolves need an excuse for thatâÂ
Leman laughed and pulled you into his lap, nuzzling into your neck until you laughed and kicked out, begging him to stop. Colour heated your face as you heard his wolf guard whoop at the embrace, and you struggled free of his grip with a wheeze. Leman bellowed out a laugh and waved them off before turning his bright blue eyes back to you.Â
âI have something for youâ Leman hummed, Pulling you back towards him. âCLose your eyes and hold out your handsâÂ
âIm not falling for that againâÂ
Sharp canines flashed in the fire light as he smirked.Â
âI promise its not that, just trust meâÂ
Reluctantly you obeyed, tentatively holding you palms flat. You jolted as you felt cold steel press to your skin. Opening your eyes you held a glittering silver blade, the sharpened edge gleaming in the moonlight.Â
âLeman, its beautifulâ You whispered, turning the dagger over and admiring the delicate carving of a wolf running along the spine.Â
âWell if you like that... Close your eyes and hold out your handâÂ
âLEMAN!âÂ
Rogal Dorn.Â
âdamned thing, just-ouch"Â
The needle pricked your skin again and you grumbled in frustration, watching a bead of blood ebb to the surface before breaking and trickling down your finger. Cursing silently, you sucked the digit into your mouth until the bleeding slowed and took a moment to reevaluate.Â
The bed was littered with scarlet thread and sewing equipment, needles and scissors poking out from the thick blanket. Rogals red cloak draped across the bottom half of the bed and covered your lap, the fur lined fabric heavy on your legs as you pulled the needle free and patched up the last hole. Tossing the needle back into the pile, you ran your hand across the new seam, tugging it to test its strength.Â
âwhat are you doingâÂ
Dornâs voice cut through the silence like a blade; A sharp, stern edge to it that made you jump and clutch the robe.Â
âOh, Rogal i was just-âÂ
He crossed the room in an easy short stride and glared at you, glancing from the scissors to your face.Â
âWhy do you have thatâ He barked, eyes intense and cold.Â
âI was...um...âÂ
The praetorian snatched the cloak from your grip, quiet fury written across his face.Â
âDont touch this, this isnt-â He paused, finding the new raised edges of the multiple repairs youd done.Â
âYou...fixed it?âÂ
You nodded, biting back tears as you watched his anger slowly ebb away.Â
âYou wouldn't accept a gift from me, but i wanted to do somethingâÂ
Dorn said nothing, studying you before dropping to his knee and taking your hand in his own, his eye narrowing at the bandages and cuts across your skin. Gently he kissed each mark, bringing your fingers to his lips.Â
âYou didnt need toâ He began, before pulling back and tossing the cloak around your shoulders and pulling you closer, resting his forehead to yours.Â
âBut im glad you didâÂ
Konrad kurzeÂ
Slipping through the silent shadows of the nightfall, you wrapped your arms closer to your body, shivering against the cold. Every twist and turn you knew like the back of your hand, every groan of metal or wail of distant prisoners was a familiar tune.Â
âMy lord?â You whispered, slipping through a cast iron door and pushing it shut with a gentle creak, shrouding you in darkness. âMy lord, are you here?âÂ
Chains creaked softly and the faint drip of something foul was the only response. But you could feel him watching; feel dark eyes tracking your every move, counting every raised hair on your arm.Â
âI brought you something, Konradâ Your voice barely a whisper, calm and collected.Â
âA gift?âÂ
You fought the urge to turn as you heard his voice growl behind youÂ
âYes, a gift just for youâÂ
A breeze whispered behind you, the primarch silently circling you in the dark. You held out your hands and offered a small bottle, the faint herbal scent of the liquid inside filling your nose.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
You paused before replying, trying to find the right words.Â
âIts for nightmares. It helps you calm bad dreams. I thought it could help with...âÂ
The night haunter stepped into view before you, naked and pale in the small streak of dim light. Slender fingers reached out and took the bottle from your hands.Â
âCalms?âÂ
You nodded. âIve used it before. Youâll probably need to take more than me but-âÂ
You stopped as Kurze popped the lid and swallowed the whole contents, before turning and prowling towards his throne, somewhere in the shadows.Â
âCome. Sit with me. Stay"Â
Nodding, you followed blindly, groping in the dark until your felt cold skin beneath your hand. You gently traced your fingers along, feeling a forearm, shoulder and chest. Â
âWhere shall I..âÂ
Kurze gripped your arm and pulled you harlsey into his lap, pressing your warm back to his broad chest. You felt his breath begin to calm, his heart slowed from a hammering pace to a gentle thud.Â
âThank you.âÂ
You nodded.Â
âIts okâÂ
SanguiniusÂ
âThis is...for me?âÂ
You beamed as you handed Sanguinius the long silver chains.Â
âI made them myself, for your wingsâÂ
He ran his hand along the fragile chain, lifting each individually crafted charm to examine, each piece a carving of a memory.Â
You pointed to a pair of birds; the smaller one had its beak stretched wide in panic as the other chirped happily.Â
âThatâs the first time you took me flyingâÂ
The angel said nothing, only stared. Your heart dropped.Â
âdont you like it? I can do ah!-âÂ
You yelped as the primarch picked you up and stormed from the room, passing startled marines and panicked serfs. He ignored the yell of his personal guard as he kicked open a door and pushed out into the chilled winds of baal.Â
âsanguinius what are you doing?âÂ
âjust wait, its worth it I promiseâÂ
You hummed and clung to the angel tightly, wrapped safely in his arms as you listened to the heavy beat of powerful wings. The air was cooling around you and growing thin, biting at your skin and threating to whip you out of sanguiniusâ grip.Â
âAre we nearly there?â you croaked, nestling in tighter.Â
âYes, weâre hereâÂ
The wingbeats settled and you felt a thud as he landed, gently he unlatched you from him, laughing gently at your reluctance to leave his warm embrace.Â
âLookâ He whispered, placing a hand on your shoulder to turn you.Â
You gasped.Â
The red sands of Baal stretched out before you from your perch on the mountain. The first faint rays of sunlight hit the dune and cast them in fiery burnished light. In the sky above you, the stars slowly faded as stripes of gold and blue merged into early sunrise.Â
âSanguinius this is-âÂ
âMy gift to youâÂ
âWhat?âÂ
The angel knelt, placing a warm hand to your cheek and turning you to face him. The morning air whipped his golden hair around his face and tugged at his feather, but he remained focused on you.Â
âYou have given me everything. Now i want to give my everything to youâÂ
Ferrus Manus.Â
Ferrus stepped into his workshop and instantly froze, scouring the room with a scowl. Something was out of place, not where it should be, but he couldnt...Â
There.Â
On a large belt, slung across the well, one of his tools was missing, leaving a large gap in the worn leather where it once comfortably sat. He felt a muscle in his jaw twitch, frustration rising quickly as he searched.Â
Pushing papers from his desk and opening drawers, he grew increasingly irate until he spotted it; a small footprint left behind in the iron filing and dust on the floor. Exhaling slowly, he pushed his anger down and turned on his heels, heading for your room. It didnt take him long.Â
Slamming the door open he swept into your room like a hurricane, the bang causing you to jump and squeal. You sat on the floor, mouth hanging open with a leather apron folded in your lap. His missing screwdriver, far too big for your grip, was clenched oddly in your hand as you tried to tighten a bronze buckle.Â
âFerrus?âÂ
âThatâs mineâ He said bluntly, gesturing to the tool. âYou shouldnt take my thingsâÂ
âYou ruined the surpriseâ You pouted, clambering to your feet and huffing.Â
Ferrus looked around, noticing the dainty silver chains and shining ornaments placed around your room. Your face fell as you stepped forward and handed him the apron.Â
âSurpriseâ You said weakly.Â
âWhat is all this?âÂ
âjust some silly traditionâ Â
Ferrus looked from the gift in his hand, the lights sparkling over the fire place and finally to your sad smile.Â
âwill you tell me more?âÂ
Angron
Angron looked down at the shattered remains of the tiny foiled box, the contents ground to dust beneath his fist. He stared, unsure if he was flying into another rage or if the hollow feeling in his chest was some new, unfamiliar emotion.
Either way, he was certain he didn't like it.
"ruined again"
"what's ruined?"
Angron spun, fighting back the bite of the nails as he turned on the voice. You stood in the doorway with a small smile, a basket tucked under your arm adorned with a satin bow.
"nothing" he replied quickly, stepping to hide the remnants of your gift.
"I'm sure whatever it is is fine, let me see"
You skirted around him, ducking underneath his arm to peer at the shredded parcel, your name clearly visible on a tattered paper shred.
He watched your face, waiting for tears, anger, anything.
Instead you parted his arm and placed your basket on top of the debris.
"don't worry, I'm sure we can fix it."
You rummaged through the basket and pulled out scented candles, lighting them before pulling out a small box of your own.
"you're not... Angry?" The Primarch queried.
You shook your head.
"not at all. Im just happy you thought of me"
Angron felt something new bubble in his chest. It caught in his throat and warmed him in a way he didn't know how to handle.
"of course" he gruffly replied, turning his head to hide the heat in his face.
Roboute Guilliman.
Macragge was bustling with life, lights were strewn across streetlights and glittered along the edges of marbles buildings, even reaching the loft heights of the fortress of Hera.
Guilliman sat in his office, signing off paperwork for munition drops and resupply requests. He didn't feel particularly jovial, despite the serfs festooning his office with evergreen boughs and glittering decorations.
A soft knock at his door pulled his from his reverie.
"enter" he sighed, straightening in his seat.
"hey"
You voice was quiet as you slipped through the heavy oaken door, a soft smile that didn't quite reach your eyes played across your lips.
"hey" he replied, slouching down in his chair and dragging a hand over his face.
"how are you?"
Guilliman shook his head and gestured at the paperwork sprawled over his desk.
"The planet celebrates, but the imperium doesn't stop moving"
You stared at him for a moment before walking towards him and grabbing his hand, tugging him out of his chair.
"come with me"
The primarch laughed and shook his head, reluctantly rising to his feet.
"I don't have-"
"just follow me"
You tone left no room for argument and he conceded, deciding it was easier to entertain you than spend emperor knows how long trying to dissuade you.
"very well, lead the way"
Making your way through the bustling halls of Hera, you smiled and waved at passing lords and ladies, gesturing for roboute to follow. You managed to keep most people away from him, which he found himself more grateful for than anticipated, especially as you ushered him into a small side room and closed the door with a soft click.
"if you wanted me alone there are-"
He stopped, words lost as he looked around the small room, struggling with the torrential wave of emotions that rise in his chest like a wave.
The room was decorated with silver and gold, chains and round baubles dangling from verdant boughs nailed to the walls. In the centre of the room, surrounded by small gifts, candles and prayers, was a statue.
Tarasha Euten and Konor Guilliman stood, carved in pristine marble, their faces illuminated softly by flickering candle light.
"this is your first time celebrating on Macragge without them" you said gently, rubbing the Primarchs arm. "I thought you might need a place to remember them"
Guilliman reached out to run a finger over his mother's likeness.
"thank you" he finally choked out, flashing you a genuine smile, the first one in forever.
"thank you"
Mortarion
"what is this?"
Mortarion held the small pot in his hand at arm length, a small green tendril sprouted from the soil topped by a white petalled flower.
"chamomile"
Mortarion glanced down at you and rolled his eyes, bringing the pot closer to his face and sniffing.
"I can smell that, I'm wondering why you've given it to me"
"can you smell anything else?"
The primarch frowned and lent forward again, inhaling deeply. The floral, herby scent of the flower, the fresh sickly sweep sap running through it's stem
"I dont-"
A familiar scent hit him hard, causing a pit to grow in his gut as dread and familiarity dawned on him.
"the soil... Is this.."
You nodded.
"yep, the soil is from barbarus"
Mortarion felt his head spin, this wasn't possible.
"the soil is toxic" he stammered, shaking his head. "This isnt possible"
You couldn't stop the grin that broke across your face.
"I did it, I grew this just for you"
You softened, reaching up to take the plant from his hand.
"my gift to you" you spoke quietly, placing the plant down and taking his hands in your own.
"is showing you that sometimes beautiful things come out of toxic places"
Magnus
"can I look yet?"
"one more moment"
You could hear Magnus walking around you, the faint scent of spice and ozone filling your nose. The blindfold over your eyes shrouded you in darkness and you groped forward, hoping to find something to ground yourself.
"Magnus I can't see anything!"
"that is the idea behind a blindfold"
"Magnus."
"ok, you can take it off"
You ripped the blindfold away, relieved to have your sight back.
"finally, I really don't...oh Magnus it's beautiful!"
You stood in a great hall, a huge tree bejeweled with diamonds sparkled in the corner, beneath it were dozens of presents, wrapped in gold and blue with glittering bows. Your family sat around a table, laughing and cheering as they cut into a steaming slab of fresh meat.
"I know you miss them this time of year" mused the sorcerer, walking through the mirage, rippling the scene around him as he moved. He waves his hand and the scene shifted to them sat around the tree, tearing open presents and singing softly.
"it's amazing" you whispered, reaching out and watching as your hand passed through your father's face.
Magnus smiled, reaching out and pulling you through the scene, the memory condensed into smoke and whirlpools into a small silver ball that he placed in your hand.
"it's yours, whenever you need it"
"thank you, Magnus"
"your one of the few people to see this magic for what it is" he beamed "you deserve to reap it's rewards"
Horus Lupercal
It had started normal enough.
Horus slipping a small trinket from whatever plant he had conquered and leaving it on your bedside table.
When he found out about your yearly tradition it escalated to piles of precious gems, silken robes and handcrafted jewellery.
This, however?
This was far beyond anything you had dealt with before.
"Horus this is honestly far too much!" You protested.
The warmaster simply smiled, leading away from his returning soldiers and the blood pooling at their feet as it dropped from pearlescent ceramite.
"my dear, this is far from too much. I am only giving you what you deserve"
He looked down at you, eyes still dilated from the adrenaline coursing through his body.
"Horus, there were people down there.... Innocent people!'
His smile didn't falter. Only broadened as he guided you towards a window, showing you the planet below surrounded by the Luna wolf fleet.
"And now they are your people"
"Horus you can't gift me a planet!"
Caging you in against the window, he chuckled.
"oh my dear. I already did"
Vulkan
Vulkan hammered the final piece into place and smiled, admiring his work in the gentle glow of the forge firelight.
The bracelet was perfect, forged of silvered steel and intricate. The latch; a roaring dragons maw, slot perfectly into place to seal it shut safely.
Now he just needed to give it to you.
Pocketing the jewelry, he wiped down his hands and turned, making for the door.
"Vulkan, I OOF-"
You barreled through the door and ran straight into him, the air ripping from your lungs as you hit a wall of muscle. A firm, heated hand grasped your arm and hauled you back to your feet before you hit the floor and you smiled sheepishly as vulkan propped you upright.
"be careful' he shook his head. "Next time I won't catch you'
"you always catch me" you laughed. "That's why I got you a present"
Brushing yourself down, you reached into your pocket and pulled out...
A bracelet
Silver and shaped like a roaring dragon.
Vulkan stared, then chuckled, then laughed. A bellowing laugh that echoed around the forge and rang in your ears.
"don't you like it?"
He shook his head, reaching into his own pocket to pull out and almost identical, all be much smaller bracelet.
"you're kidding me" you ran a hand down your face. "Did we seriously make each other the same thing?'
The Primarch, shoulders still rolling, took the bracelet from you and swapped it for his own.
"now we match"
You clasped your own shut around your wrist and admire the fine detailing with mirth.
"It is a pretty good gift"
CorvusÂ
Corvus watched silently as you passed presents around to your serfs, each one delicately wrapped with a handwritten note and careful bow. Your smile was wide, beaming with each gift you handed out. You laughed with them, waving their thanks away before rising to your feet, picking up your satchel and slipping from your room. He followed silently, slipping from shade to shadow as he tailed you.
You made your way to the Astarte's quarters, searching out each member of your personal guard and gifting them each something small and unique to them; a small carved raven, an embossed holster, a hand written prayer for them to carry.
The longer he watched, the longer he wondered.
Was his name on your list somewhere?
In your little bag of tricks, was there a special something just for him?
He tried to ignore the jealousy creeping up his throat, tried to ignore the burn as you hugged another person and left them with a pretty piece to remember you by.
"corvus?"
He froze, unsure if he had imagined his name falling from your lips.
"corvus I know you're there"
You waited, the narrow corridor seemed suffocating suddenly. But he didn't move.
Finally you rolled your eyes and shrugged, removing a small silver box from your bag and placing it carefully on the floor.
"I guess I was just imagining things" you sighed dramatically, turning away and walking down the hall.
Glancing over your shoulder a moment later, the gift was gone, replaced by a single black feather.
AN: As always, not proof read. just a little drabble for kinktober.
@astrohymn come get ya mans, i know you like him!
The scent of aged paper and smouldering wax filled your nose as you walked quickly through the darkening aisle of the library, each shadow cast by the looming bookcases lengthened in the flickering candlelight. Following the familiar trail on the well-worn carpet, you took each twist and turn with practiced ease, sliding you hand lovingly across frayed book spines with every step and enjoying the comfortable silence.Â
Taking a sharp left, the library opened in a large hall. The faint candlelight gave way to decadent chandeliers, casting warm light onto the few large desks spaced widely through the room. Each table was adorned with a shimmering blue cloth draped across its surface, the tasselled edges fluttering across the floor as you walked past. Normally the reading room was bustling with patrons ranging from the lowest serf to the highest lord, but now, as the sun sank low beyond the horizon, only one visitor remained. Sat at a desk in the far corner, you grinned as you glimpsed a swathe of dark hair shift behind a mountain of ancient tomes.Â
âMy lord~â you cooed softly, sidling up to the desk and moving some of the weathered books aside.Â
No response.Â
âMy lord Ahrimanâ you tried again, shifting to his side and sweeping a lock of black hair away from his face. His bright blue eyes continued to follow a scrawled passage as he took your hand and brought you knuckles to his lips in an absentminded kiss.Â
âNot right nowâ he murmured, releasing your hand to flick to the next page of the weighty book laid open on the desk.Â
You pouted and tugged at his robes, his hair, the book in his hand. Anything to drag him away from whatever tedious study had caught his attention this rest cycle.Â
No luck.Â
âAhzekâ you whined âIts almost midnight, everyone's gone. Dont you think you should do the same?â Â
You leant on his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his neck and nibbling a small mark into his olive skin.Â
âWhy donât you come to bed, my lord?âÂ
Your voice was practically a purr; low and laced with intent. Your hand trailed down and dipped beneath his shirt, trailing across his chest.Â
Still nothing. The marine was lost to whatever flight of fancy stained the yellowed pages before him.Â
This clearly wasnât working. Â
But you weren't one to give up so easily. Wiggling yourself beneath his muscled forearm, you straddled yourself on his lap, griding yourself against him and wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to pull him down for a kiss. The librarian sighed, giving you a quick peck on the cheek and a pat on the hip.Â
âDonât distract meâÂ
Well, this wouldn't do at all.Â
Disgruntled and slightly rejected, you slipped beneath the desk and sank to your knees, hidden beneath the azure cloth and nestling yourself between Ahrimanâs legs. The marine hardly reacted, only shifting when you ran you hand over the inside of his thigh. You paused, waiting for him to still before trailing your hand higher until you found your goal.Â
It didn't take much for his body to respond, twitching and hardening with each slow pass of you palm over his length. A small wet patch soaking into the seam as his cock throbbed beneath your hand, straining against the material.Â
Still no response.Â
With quick fingers, you teased the knot of his trousers loose and pulled him free, swallowing as you watched a clear pearl of precum bead at the head and drip down his flushed shaft. Placing a fingertip to him, you followed the trail, teasing over a thick vein and following it down to the bottom before slowly leaning forward and flattening your tongue, dragging it from the base to the tip. Above you, Ahriman shifted, followed by the faint swish of a turning page.Â
Still nothing.Â
Frustrated and desperate, you dipped yourself forwards, hollowing your cheek as you pressed the head between your parted lips, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed up and down. Spit pooled at the corner of your mouth, and you wrapped your hand around his base, jerking it in time to your head movement. Your other hand clenched onto his thigh for balance and you felt the muscle stiffen as you moved. Â
A soft grunt from above you.Â
You felt the weight of his hand on your head suddenly; not pushing, just caressing. Soft and careful his fingers combed through your hair, flexing as if resisting the urge to grip you tighter. You smirked, mouth still full of cock and saliva dripping down your chin. Finally, he was paying attention. You hummed and flicked your tongue around the tip, lapping the salt from his skin, earning another soft noise from above the table.Â
Then you heard another page turn.Â
If you jaw could stretch any wider it wouldâve dropped. Azhek continued to smooth his fingers across your head, urging you on as his length throbbed, aching for release, all while still buried in that damned book.Â
Your patience, worn thin by the marines response, finally snapped. In one swift movement, you slammed your head forward towards his pelvis, gagging as you felt his cock push to the back of your mouth and down your throat. Soft hair brushed your nose as you fought the urge to swallow. The muscles in your neck rippled and you spluttered.Â
But it worked.Â
Ahrimanâs leg jerked and you heard the loud thud of the book hitting the floor, pages tearing free at the impact. The hand on your head became heavy, holding you down as the librarians hips jerked. You felt him pulse on your tongue and you whined, allowing the noise to reverberate around him. Ahzek groaned low and deep, panting slightly as he used his spare hand to push the desk back enough to look down at you. Â
âSh-ShitâÂ
You held still for a moment longer before tapping his thigh and pulling back slightly, enough to open your throat and catch your breath. Electric blue eyes bored into you, taking in every detail as tears trickled down your cheek from the strain. He lingered on your lips, plump and still stretched around his shaft, his own lips parted in a soft pant as colour flooded across his tanned face.Â
âYou-âÂ
You didn't give him a chance to finish, pushing your face back down and deep throating his entire length again. Your neck burned and your lungs felt like they were going to burst, but you kept going. Over and over, pushing his heavy cock to the back of your throat, spurred on by the curses and praises he growled. The fingers curling into your hair matched your movements, holding you down a little longer each time as his hips rose to meet you.Â
 Your throat was sore, legs aching from kneeling on the hard floor and your jaw felt like it was unhinging around his girth. But the frown creasing his sharp features, eyes squeezed shut with strain and sweat slicking his brow was well worth the discomfort. Especially as his breaths began to erupt in short harsh bursts.Â
âYou- Fuck- i-âÂ
Gritted teeth and a low moan of your name was the only warning you had before he came. His hips rocked upwards, pushing up to meet you and rutting as he spilled himself in your mouth. Spluttering and coughing you pulled back, the thick ropes quickly overwhelming you and spilling from your mouth, dripping down your chin and splattering across your knees.Â
Ahriman collapsed backwards into his chair with a grumble, eyelids heavy and shoulders drooped. His cock still twitching and leaking as you looked up at him and opened your mouth, showing him the spend pooling on your tongue. You held his gaze silently, enjoying the heaving of his chest as you swallowed with a quiet âMmmmâÂ
Smiling coyly, you used his still shaking legs to clamber to your feet. Â
âI guess i cant tempt you away from your studies. What a shame~âÂ
Your thighs hit the table as the marine bolted to his feet, slamming a heavy palm either side of your hips and boxing you in. The silken cover slid and you struggled to balance, books tumbling to the floor, echoing around the room.Â
Ahriman was crowding you, heat radiating from his body in spice scented waves. Raven hair fell about you, shrouding you from the twinkling candlelight as his lips ghosted past your ear.Â
âI think i have much more studying to do, little vixenâÂ
A slender finger teased at the hem of your trousers as he ground himself against your thigh.Â
âNow, behave and-âÂ
âAhriman! I was just... Oh?âÂ
You both froze, recognition sending cold waves through your body. Â
âMy my, what do we have here?âÂ
Ahriman recoiled like heâd taken a bolter to the head, stuffing himself back into his trousers and standing to attention, leaving you sweating and stained on the desk.Â
You knew this game. Youâd played it enough times.Â
Braided silk binding your body; stretched taut on bitten skin and bruised muscle, tightening as you strained and writhed beneath wandering hands.Â
Out there he was an emperor. The emperor. A leader of men dauntless and mysterious, he ruled men from his golden throne, conquering a galaxy from his terran fortress.Â
But in here? Here he conquered by his own hand. A warlord laying claim to his prize, marking your body as you lay bound and shaking, wrapped in twisted satin and softened leather.Â
Tonight would be different though.Â
He lay stretched out on the sheets; arms hung lazily, tied to the varnished oak of the bedposts by the same shimmering restraints wrapped taut around his ankles.Â
âWhat do you think youâre doing?âÂ
The emperorâs golden eyes followed you as, naked, you straddled his hips and trailed a finger down his stomach, bronzed skin warm in the candlelight. You leant forward and swept his curtain of black hair away from his face to place a chaste kiss on his cheek before bringing your lips to his ear.Â
âReminding you that a ruler serves the whims of his peopleâÂ
He hummed, amused as you raked your teeth across his neck, nipping and nibbling at the skin. Splaying your palms across his chest for balance, you placed slow deliberate kisses down his throat, sliding your body along his as you slipped lower.Â
âAnd what makes you think I bend to any whim but my own?âÂ
You paused and tilted your head in fake thought, watching a cocky smile twitch across his lips until you flicked your tongue across his nipple. Grazing it gently with your teeth, you heard a sharp intake of air, feeling his chest rise suddenly.Â
âWell, youâre bending to mine right nowâÂ
He didnât reply, remaining silent and tense while you continued kissing down his body, your nails teasing behind your lips; edging lower, closer to your prize. Warm spice and herbal oil were heavy in your nose and on your tongue as you nosed at the soft trail of cropped hair extending from his belly button down under the rim of his trousers. You snagged your fingers beneath the hem and pulled slightly before releasing and slipping your hand down to palm him through the fabric. You felt his cock throb under your touch and heard the groan of straining silk. Glancing up, you watched his fists clench and his arms twitch, the restraints ripping and splitting under the strain.Â
Spurred on, you wretched his trousers down and pulled him free, sliding your hand up and down his length a few times before releasing and watching it pulse against his stomach. Precum slickened the flushed head, beading at his slit for a moment then trickling down his shaft. Flattening your tongue, you licked from base to tip, cupping his balls in one hand as you tasted the salt on his skin.Â
The emperors body stiffened beneath you and threads snapped and pinged, giving way beneath his strength. You looked up at him and stopped, mouth barley in inch from his throbbing member.Â
âIf they snap, I stopâ You whispered, struggling to keep the glee from your voice.Â
âYou know these are just for showâÂ
He tugged at the silk, another fray splitting along its surface.Â
âI know. But tonight you have to be good for meâÂ
The emperor studied you silently, gaze flicking from your eyes to your mouth hovering just above him. Finally, he relaxed back into the cushions, hands still balled but no longer straining.Â
âBetter~â you cooed, knowing you were pushing him to his limit. Â
Before he could reply, you slid his head into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and pursing your lips slightly as you struggled to take his size. Bobbing your head, you took him as deep as you could before pulling away with a gasp, running your tongue along a vein on his underside and over his balls, rubbing him until you caught your breath. Â
As soon as your lungs stopped screaming for air, you swallowed his length again, fisting the shaft you couldn't fit in time with your movements. Drool pooled at the corner of your mouth dripping onto his stomach and you moaned around him as his hip jerked, thrusting himself upwards towards the back of your throat.Â
You could hear his breaths coming in shallower puffs, but he still held back; still let himself hang from the pitiful threadbare bindings barely holding together.Â
âYouâre mineâ your murmured, blinking up at him through tear-stained lashes. A muscle worked in his jaw, eyes narrowing at your words. Â
He was at his limit with your games. He just needed oneÂ
Gentle.Â
Push.Â
âThe master of mankindâ you mused, pulling yourself off his slick cock with a wet pop. âJust as desperate for a wet hole as any other manâÂ
You heard the snap, felt the air whip around you as the room blurred and spun, felt a familiar burn on your skin.Â
Physic energy rippled around you, flickering across your skin like electricity. Â
âI think youâve had enough fun. Donât you?âÂ
The emperor smirked as he lent over you, caging you in with a thick arm either side of your body, the satin around his wrists and ankles dissolving into nothing even as you watched. Â
âI think itâs my turn now.âÂ
The energy hummed and pulsed, settling into a solid binding the snaked across your body; wrapping your arms, coiling around your torso, over your stomach and finally tangling itself around your legs, forcing your knees up towards your chest and binding your calves to your thighs.Â
The emperor leaned back on his knees and dragged his gaze down your exposed body, admiring the flush that crept across your skin. Reaching out, he copied your earlier actions, dragging a finger over your stomach and stopping just above your arousal. You squirmed, writhing against the static ropes but freezing as his lips brushed over your navel. Hot hands and long fingers gripping the plush of your thighs as he forced you open wider and dipped his head. Â
You groaned, feeling his tongue lap your entrance in long lazy sweeps. He pushed the muscle in deeper, causing you to strain against your bonds and whine.Â
âAh ahâ he tutted, lifting his head âNow itâs your turn to be good.âÂ
His fingers loosened on your thigh, only to trail down and graze your heat. Teasing and probing, he slowly pushed one of his fingers in up to the first joint, thrusting until you keened and moaned.Â
You threw your head back, every muscle straining as he pushed another finger in, scissoring and curling until your back arched and he could feel you clenching around him. Sweat began to glisten on your skin and the bindings bit deeper with each shudder and quiver.Â
The emperors mouth found yours and he swallowed your whimpers with a heated kiss, tongue pushing past your lips to taste you. One had supported his weight, creaking into the mattress near your ear as the other continued to thrust relentlessly into your aching core. He was panting into the kiss now, his hips rutting into your thigh as he finally pulled back to mark your throat with his teeth.Â
âP-Pleaseâ you gasped, rocking your hips desperately.Â
You came again, crying out as pleasure wracked though your body in waves and almost sobbing at the emptiness as the emperor pulled his fingers out. You felt him shift, felt his cock brush against your thigh, grinding over you slowly. Â
âPlease whatâ He growled, mouth still suckling a bruise into your neck.Â
You could see the cold gleam in his eye as he moved to position himself, tapping his weeping tip to your arousal and dragging it through your slick.Â
âsince you asked so nicely.âÂ
Rolling his hips forwards, your legs strained against the bindings as you tried to spread yourself wider, struggling to accommodate his size, feeling like you were being rearranged inch by inch.Â
 A hand cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. Your mouth rounded into a silent âOâ and tears trickled down your cheek unbidden as he looked down at you triumphantly.Â
âafter all, a ruler serves the whims of his peopleâÂ
AN/ this is far from my finest work but I hope you enjoy it anyway, as i get back into the swing of it, hopefully these will get better!!
as always, not proof read.
tw: Lion is an ass. Sexual content. derogatory language (whore)
âThis has got to be a jokeâÂ
Your friend laughed and pulled the lacing of your dress tighter, cinching your waist and causing the seams to groan under the strain.Â
âSorry, this is what youâve got to wearâÂ
The dress was beautiful that was not in doubt; Gorgeous emerald chiffon flecked with gold that flared at your hips and pooled at your feet. Diamonds sparkled around your throat and in your hair, complementing the faint glitter of the gown.Â
No, there was never any doubt the dress was a masterpieceÂ
 The issue though, was the bodice.Â
âIâm going to fall right out of this!â You hissed, trying to stop yourself from spilling out of the sweetheart neckline as the underwire pushed your cleavage up.Â
âThatâs probably the planâ chuckled your friend catching your eye in the mirror and choking back a laugh at your flushed cheeks. âYour fathers been trying to marry you off for ages. Heâs probably hoping-âÂ
She paused as you grimaced and nudged you gently, sweeping your hair back from your face. âIâve heard heâs very handsome. Like the knights in our old storiesâÂ
The wine was sweet on your tongue as you swirled it around the crystal goblet before bringing to your lips. Beside you, your father droned on about local agriculture and planetary mining operations, waving his hands and gesturing as he spoke. His personal guard stood at ease behind him; Clad in red and black velvet coats with bayoneted rifles, they eyed the guests suspiciously.Â
âCanât blame themâ you thought, following their stares across the table. Â
Your friend was right, he was handsome, but the man was imposing even if you disregarded his enormous stature. Broad shouldered and stoney faced, his bright green eyes seemed to catch every movement in the room. His attention wondered from your father and alighted on you. HIs sight wondered down, alighting on your exposed cleavage before shooting back to your face. You held his gaze and smirked against the rim of your glass watching him frown, clearly annoyed at being caught. Â
Or perhaps at your lack of tact as you tipped your glass towards him and winked.Â
âMy Lord...Lion, was it?â
You interrupted your father to flash the stranger a dazzling smile.
âIâm sure youâve heard more than enough about our home. Why donât you tell us about yourself? Any brothers, sisters?â You leant forward, exposing more of your cleavage. âA Mrs Lion waiting for you back home?âÂ
Lion remained silent for a moment, glaring at you from across the table. Your father laughed nervously as tension lay heavy in the air before the primarch finally replied.Â
âI am not here for pleasantries.âÂ
He rose to his feet abruptly. Behind him half a dozen helmeted soldiers in polished green armour stepped to attention. Lionâs eyes never left you as he spoke.Â
âYour world will be taken under the umbrella of the Imperium of mankind. You have until sunrise to get everything in order. I will return at DawnâÂ
Your father lurched upright, blustering and wringing his hands.Â
âMy lord, might we offer you a room for the evening? The council will convene and attend to you promptly if you are willing to wait?âÂ
He gripped your shoulder and pulled you up, hands shaking.Â
âMy daughter will show you the way. She is wonderful company I assure youâÂ
âIt would be my pleasureâ you smiled, fluttering your lashes at him before making towards the door. âIf you would follow meâÂ
Your dress felt twice as tight as you kept your back stiff and straight. Behind you rumbled the steps of heavy clad feet, the clink of metal on metal and the faint static of a radio. Glancing over your shoulder, you beamed at the entourage.Â
âIts not far now. It really is a pleasure having you. Im sure-âÂ
âEnough talk wenchâÂ
You stuttered, your step faltering as you realised what the lord had just said.Â
âExcuse me?â you replied, incredulously Â
âI said enough talk.âÂ
âYou are a guest here, you would do well to remember thatâ you spat back, all politeness gone. âI donât care who you think you are, but you will mind your toneâÂ
The solider accompanying the primarch rested his hand on the pommel of his blade, winged helm turning towards you with a low hiss of pneumatics. Lion hissed air betwen his teeth.Â
âYour world belongs to the master of mankind now, womanâÂ
âNot until that document is signed. Until then, youâre in MY houseâÂ
Coming to a stop outside a large wrought iron door, you pushed it open and gestured inside.Â
âNow if youâre done being an ass, this is your room.âÂ
Lion wrinkled is nose as he stepped through the door and you rolled your eyes before following, wondering how you ever found him remotely attractive.Â
You closed the door behind you with a soft click and stepped around the primarch.Â
âThis will be your room for the evening. Iâm sure my father will send someone to you shortly. Is there anything else I can get you?â  You turned back towards him. âOr is coming to someone home and insulting them all you needed today?âÂ
The Lionâs lip curled into a silent snarl.Â
âYou insolent whoreâÂ
âAh, more insults. WonderfulâÂ
You stood firm as Lion moved towards you, gesturing at your low cut dress.Â
âYou think I didnât notice this? You think you are the first planet to try to bribe or seduce their way past me?âÂ
âI surprised you noticed a woman at all, given the company you keepâÂ
The primarch stared at you and you scoffed, waving him away.Â
âWhatâs the matter? Not used to someone talking back?âÂ
âGet outâÂ
You walked across to a larger dresser, running your hand along its surface before hopping up to take a seat on its top. Â
âNoâ You said simply, suddenly interested in a lose thread on your bodice.Â
Lion seemed to wrestle his thoughts back as he stormed towards you with narrowed eyes.Â
âYou dare?âÂ
He slammed his hands either side of your hips and snarled, dipping his head low. You could feel the heat coming off his body and smell the mint and pine on his skin as he crowded you. Â
âAre you so desperate to be put in your place, womanâ His voice rumbled âOr just desperate to be put on your backâÂ
Even seated up he towered over you, his stomach and navel at almost eye level. Without thinking Your eyes trailed to his groin and you froze, seeing the thick, heavy outline of his hard cock through his trousers.Â
Your jaw hung open for a moment, unsure of how to process what was happening.Â
âYouâre such a dickâÂ
You finally retorted, heat blooming across your face as you turned your head away. The Lion hummed and caught your chin between a callused thumb and finger, pulling your gaze back to his face. A wry smile barely visible beneath his rough beard as he ran his thumb over your lip.Â
âThen leave. Iâm not stopping youâÂ
Without thinking you reached out and palmed him through the linen, squeezing your thighs together as you watched a dark spot blossom across the fabric. Lions piercing eyes locked onto your hand as it moved up and down over his bulge.Â
âNo, youre not...âÂ
Lions bucked into your hand and he finally released your chin to fumble with his trousers, ripping at the laces. Your eyes widened as he pulled himself free. He was long and thick, the tip flushed and glistened with precum. You clenched at the thought of being filled by every heavy inch as you reached out to grip his shaft, giving it a few pumps before lathing your tongue along his length and chuffing as the primarch groaned.Â
You took the tip in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head gently as your tongue lapped the salt from his skin. He was too big and saliva dripped into your lap, staining silk as you struggled to take him. Lions hand snaked to the back of your head and held you steady as his hips thrust roughly forward. Pulling a gagged whine free from you, he hit the back of your throat before freeing himself with a wet pop. A faint pink coloured his face as he panted and nudged your legs apart with his thigh.Â
Shuffling forwards, you bunched your dress up around your thighs as a silent thrill ran through you.  You leaned backwards, only for lion to slip a finger into the neck of your dress and pull you forwards. You blinked up at him, heady and flushed.Â
âLion-âÂ
âDid you think i was going to fuck you?âÂ
He barked a laugh as he pulled the material down, threads and seams popping as he ripped them to expose your breasts. He palmed them, kneading the flesh between his fingers before pushing them together and sliding his cock between them.Â
âI enjoy your attitude, but did you think I would reward it?âÂ
His trusts were rough, hips jerking relentlessly as he ground himself against your chest, grunting and huffing with exertion. You whined and poked out your tongue, lapping at his leaking tip each time he rutted forward. Parting your lips you sucked and kissed every inch you could reach, wincing slightly at the finger shaped bruises you could feel blossoming across your chest.Â
âMaybe- I'll - ha- take you with meâ He huffed with each jerk of his hip, each slide of his length across your warm skin. Your necklace threw flecks of refracted light across the room as your body shifted with the force. âFix that- attitude-âÂ
You didnt have time to reply. Lion shuddered and you flinched as thick ropes of cum splattered across your face and chest. You heard the primarchâs heavy breath as he rutted forward a few more times before finally pulling away, he took a step back and you slowly opened your eyes.Â
Your chest and neck was coated, slick lines dripping down your throat onto your breast and you slid you hand across your face, wiping the worst away from your mouth.Â
âYou ruined my dressâÂ
Lion shrugged, ripping a scrap from the hem and wiping himself clean before tossing it back at you.Â
âIâll get you a new oneâÂ
âYou ruined my necklace tooâÂ
Tucking himself back into his trousers, Lion squinted at the diamond, now dulled and slick with the spend coating your clavicles.Â
I'm back (kinda!) this isn't up to my usual standard so i will apologize and PROMISE they will get better from here now that my health is finally getting back!
Tw: Smut, choking, arguing
âYou are being ridiculousâÂ
âYou are being a nuisanceâÂ
âBite me, RogalâÂ
âEnough.âÂ
You seethed; fists balled and eyes narrowed with anger that boiled through you, twisting like a serpent as it coiled in your chest. The sensation heaved and squirmed, growing stronger with each passing second that Rogal Dorn sat calmly behind his desk, focused on the spread of schematics with barely a flicker of annoyance.Â
âYou-âÂ
âI said enough. Be quiet.âÂ
His tone was final, leaving a bitter tension lingering in the air with no room to argue. Â
âMake meâÂ
Dorn paused, motionless for a moment before he slowly raised his eyes, trailing them across your body to finally hold your furious gaze. Pushing his chair backwards he studied you silently before a look of annoyance finally broke the facade.Â
âIs that what this is about?âÂ
Lighting fast he reached out, grasping your arm and pulling you towards him. You stumbled, collapsing into his lap as your chest landed flush to a wall of broad muscle. HIs other hand grasped your chin, pulling your face up towards him, fingers lingering dangerously around your throat and resting on your pulse point that quickened beneath his touch.Â
You werenât entirely sure how this had escalated so quickly.Â
Not that you were complaining.Â
The ruddy tip of Rogalâs cock pressed to your mouth, smearing a glistening line of precum across your lips. Fingers tangled in your hair pulling your head back so he could watch as you willingly opened, tongue lolling out to lap the salt from his skin.Â
ââMake youâ is what you saidâ Dorn growled, sliding the head over your tongue. âOh, I'll make youâÂ
He pressed forward, the rough grip on your head keeping you still as he rutted himself into your mouth. Saliva pooled from around him and you gripped his legs for support feeling him brush the back of your throat. You inhaled deeply through your nose, breathing in his warm woody scent and smothering your gag reflex with slow breaths.Â
âAh ah. None of thatâÂ
His free hand pinched your nose as he pressed himself forward, his length filling your throat and aching your jaw. You looked up at him through fluttering lashes, defiant until your vision flickered and you tapped his thigh, caving first. He released you and pulled back, a thick line of drool connecting you before it broke and dripped into your lap. Clambering to your feet, you swiped the back of your hand across your face and tilted your chin. Dorn looked down at you bemused.Â
âSo defiantâÂ
The world tilted, cold wood and ink wet paper sticking to your cheek as Dorn flung you over his desk. Ripping your trousers free and kicking your legs apart, he caged you beneath him, grinding his cock against your ass as he bent low to whisper in your ear.Â
âWill you be quiet now?âÂ
You nodded immediately. The fight gone from your body and mind, replaced by his heady scent and the glide of his skin on yours.
âMuch betterâÂ
HIs shifted and your breath caught in your throat as his length pressed to your heat, the familiar burning stretch quickly fading beneath a more heated desire. He buried himself to the hilt and you cried out, dragging your nails and shredding paper as finally, finally, you got what you had wanted.Â
Every inch of it. Â
Rogalâs callused hand splayed across the lower half of your face, muffling the whimpers and moans that fell from your gaping mouth as he thrust roughly into you again and again. HIs index finger pressed between your lips and you welcomed it, lathing your tongue before hollowing your cheeks and sucking with a low hum. Your back arched and you keened, feeling your muscles tense with another wave of pleasure.Â
âmMMmm!â Â
You gripped the edge of the desk for support, legs trembling and drool pooling around his palm. The wood groaned and creaked, threatening to give way beneath you.Â
âNoisy little thingâ Dorn hissed, freeing his finger with a wet pop and sliding his hand down to your throat, pulling your head backward, curving you upwards as his hips slammed against the redding flesh of your rear. âYou said youâd keep quietâÂ
âAnd I said make meâÂ
 His grip on your neck tightened and stars danced behind your eyes as they rolled back in your head. A contented smile playing across your face and you gazed up at the primarch through blurred eyes. His brow was furrowed, lips parted slightly, pushing out sharp breaths and shallow huffs. Â
 You felt him throb inside you and clenched, savouring the low groan you dragged from the praetorian as you tightened around his cock, begging for him to ring another orgasm from your aching body. Â
Legs quivering and body trembling, you sat on the precipice; So so close you just needed him to push you over and let you fall.Â
âRo-galâ you wheezed, head spinning as his fingers bruised your throat, âplease. I'm gonna-"Â Â
Suddenly air was rushing through your lungs as he released you, the rapid breaths cooling your screaming lungs. His palms slammed down beside you, silvered head dipping low to bite at your shoulder, muting the grunts he could no longer hold back.Â
âFuck-âÂ
His hand trailed low, sliding down between your legs and it was too much.Â
Your body was on fire, every nerve tingling into overstimulation as his fingers worked you to madness and his cock bullied itself deeper.Â
âRogal, Rogal, Rogalâ you chanted, begging or praising you didnât know anymore.Â
Dorn panted into your skin, desperate to draw out your whines now.Â
He had wanted to fuck you until your voice broke.Â
Had wanted to leave you a whimpering mess.Â
But then your hand slid over his, interlocking with his fingers and pulling his grip back to your choke marked neck with a gentle squeeze and a dew eyed smile.Â
I'm back (kinda!) this isn't up to my usual standard so i will apologize and PROMISE they will get better from here now that my health is finally getting back!
Tw: Smut, choking, arguing
âYou are being ridiculousâÂ
âYou are being a nuisanceâÂ
âBite me, RogalâÂ
âEnough.âÂ
You seethed; fists balled and eyes narrowed with anger that boiled through you, twisting like a serpent as it coiled in your chest. The sensation heaved and squirmed, growing stronger with each passing second that Rogal Dorn sat calmly behind his desk, focused on the spread of schematics with barely a flicker of annoyance.Â
âYou-âÂ
âI said enough. Be quiet.âÂ
His tone was final, leaving a bitter tension lingering in the air with no room to argue. Â
âMake meâÂ
Dorn paused, motionless for a moment before he slowly raised his eyes, trailing them across your body to finally hold your furious gaze. Pushing his chair backwards he studied you silently before a look of annoyance finally broke the facade.Â
âIs that what this is about?âÂ
Lighting fast he reached out, grasping your arm and pulling you towards him. You stumbled, collapsing into his lap as your chest landed flush to a wall of broad muscle. HIs other hand grasped your chin, pulling your face up towards him, fingers lingering dangerously around your throat and resting on your pulse point that quickened beneath his touch.Â
You werenât entirely sure how this had escalated so quickly.Â
Not that you were complaining.Â
The ruddy tip of Rogalâs cock pressed to your mouth, smearing a glistening line of precum across your lips. Fingers tangled in your hair pulling your head back so he could watch as you willingly opened, tongue lolling out to lap the salt from his skin.Â
ââMake youâ is what you saidâ Dorn growled, sliding the head over your tongue. âOh, I'll make youâÂ
He pressed forward, the rough grip on your head keeping you still as he rutted himself into your mouth. Saliva pooled from around him and you gripped his legs for support feeling him brush the back of your throat. You inhaled deeply through your nose, breathing in his warm woody scent and smothering your gag reflex with slow breaths.Â
âAh ah. None of thatâÂ
His free hand pinched your nose as he pressed himself forward, his length filling your throat and aching your jaw. You looked up at him through fluttering lashes, defiant until your vision flickered and you tapped his thigh, caving first. He released you and pulled back, a thick line of drool connecting you before it broke and dripped into your lap. Clambering to your feet, you swiped the back of your hand across your face and tilted your chin. Dorn looked down at you bemused.Â
âSo defiantâÂ
The world tilted, cold wood and ink wet paper sticking to your cheek as Dorn flung you over his desk. Ripping your trousers free and kicking your legs apart, he caged you beneath him, grinding his cock against your ass as he bent low to whisper in your ear.Â
âWill you be quiet now?âÂ
You nodded immediately. The fight gone from your body and mind, replaced by his heady scent and the glide of his skin on yours.
âMuch betterâÂ
HIs shifted and your breath caught in your throat as his length pressed to your heat, the familiar burning stretch quickly fading beneath a more heated desire. He buried himself to the hilt and you cried out, dragging your nails and shredding paper as finally, finally, you got what you had wanted.Â
Every inch of it. Â
Rogalâs callused hand splayed across the lower half of your face, muffling the whimpers and moans that fell from your gaping mouth as he thrust roughly into you again and again. HIs index finger pressed between your lips and you welcomed it, lathing your tongue before hollowing your cheeks and sucking with a low hum. Your back arched and you keened, feeling your muscles tense with another wave of pleasure.Â
âmMMmm!â Â
You gripped the edge of the desk for support, legs trembling and drool pooling around his palm. The wood groaned and creaked, threatening to give way beneath you.Â
âNoisy little thingâ Dorn hissed, freeing his finger with a wet pop and sliding his hand down to your throat, pulling your head backward, curving you upwards as his hips slammed against the redding flesh of your rear. âYou said youâd keep quietâÂ
âAnd I said make meâÂ
 His grip on your neck tightened and stars danced behind your eyes as they rolled back in your head. A contented smile playing across your face and you gazed up at the primarch through blurred eyes. His brow was furrowed, lips parted slightly, pushing out sharp breaths and shallow huffs. Â
 You felt him throb inside you and clenched, savouring the low groan you dragged from the praetorian as you tightened around his cock, begging for him to ring another orgasm from your aching body. Â
Legs quivering and body trembling, you sat on the precipice; So so close you just needed him to push you over and let you fall.Â
âRo-galâ you wheezed, head spinning as his fingers bruised your throat, âplease. I'm gonna-"Â Â
Suddenly air was rushing through your lungs as he released you, the rapid breaths cooling your screaming lungs. His palms slammed down beside you, silvered head dipping low to bite at your shoulder, muting the grunts he could no longer hold back.Â
âFuck-âÂ
His hand trailed low, sliding down between your legs and it was too much.Â
Your body was on fire, every nerve tingling into overstimulation as his fingers worked you to madness and his cock bullied itself deeper.Â
âRogal, Rogal, Rogalâ you chanted, begging or praising you didnât know anymore.Â
Dorn panted into your skin, desperate to draw out your whines now.Â
He had wanted to fuck you until your voice broke.Â
Had wanted to leave you a whimpering mess.Â
But then your hand slid over his, interlocking with his fingers and pulling his grip back to your choke marked neck with a gentle squeeze and a dew eyed smile.Â
