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Watching the light dance through the silvered strands of Garviel Lokens hair, you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to tangle your fingers through it, tugging him closer as your lips brushed his, your tongue-
"Does that sound amenable to you?"
You reluctantly pulled your eyes away from the marine and returned them to source of the voice.
Horus Lupercal sat at the head of the table, eyebrow raised slightly and mouth twisted in a thin smile as he waited for your reply.
Behind him, loken and 3 other men stood in full plate. His mournival, you believed he called them. You could feel each of them surveying you through narrowed eyes.
You glanced down at the peace accord sat on the table before you and quickly flicked over the agreement, frowning slightly as you read the last point.
"How long have we been doing this, Warmaster" you sighed, pushing the document away and reaching for your wineglass. "2 weeks?"
Horus nodded, eyes pinning you in place.
"At this point, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to move this along. We want nothing more than peace to return to our skies." You took a sip from your goblet.
"That's rather hard to do with your gunships and your soldiers"
Horus bared his teeth, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"If you had agreed to our initial terms we could have moved on much earlier."
"Oh, but then who would've kept you company all these long days"
Horus snorted and waved you away.
"Oh your company has been... delightful"
"Such a gentleman"
You both sat in silence for a moment, remembering the bitter fights that had come from 14 days of failed peace talks.
"What an ass" you thought grimly
From the scowl on Horus' face, he must've had an identical thought.
You took a long, deep drink and shook your head, embittered.
"As charismatic and respectful as you may think you are being Horus, I still find your terms to be exactly the opposite"
His guard shifted uneasily at your use of his name rather than title and you watched as the stern red haired marine snarled and gripped the butt of his pistol.
"I think our terms are most fair" Horus said slowly, restraint evident in his tone.
You rolled your eyes and leant back in your chair.
"Well it doesn't matter now. I'm desperate to be rid of you"
You made no secret of hiding the warm look you threw back to Loken, grinning as the mans face flushed before he turned away.
"Well...most of you" you smirked.
Horus' eyes flicked between you and his soldier.
"Everyone out" he barked suddenly.
"My lord, we dont-"
"Out!"
His guard hastened to oblige and you winked at Garviel as he marched past, red faced and tight lipped.
As the door to Horus' office snapped shut, all pretence of politeness fell away. You watched the man before you pick up his own, much larger glass and twirl it between his fingers, eyes narrowed and fixed on you.
"Of all the people I have met, you are by far the most infuriating" He tapped the table and pointed to the accord. "Sign the damn peace treaty so I don't have to look at you any more"
You chuckled and lent forward over the table, the low cut of your deep blue dress revealing the swell of your breasts.
"Oh but you like looking at me, don't you?" You teased, dripping your voice low as you trailed a finger along the edge of your collar.
A muscle in Horus' jaw twitched and his fingers tightened around the stem of his goblet.
"Stop making this harder than it needs to be"
"I'm sorry, am I making this.....hard?"
You emphasised the last word and Horus swallowed dryly, gaze flicking quickly from your exposed skin back to your face.
"Is that why you've been such a pain in my arse?"
You laughed and lent back in your seat, enjoying the deepening scowl spreading over the primarchs face. "Because you're just desperate for my attention?"
"Not only do you disrespect me" Horus growled "but you heckle my men" He slammed an open palm down onto the table. " I don't need you pawing at Captain Loken"
"I'll do more than that if he lets me" you bit your lower lip and sighed.
"Enough!" He spat sharply "This is MY crusade, MY mission. You deal with ME"
"Ooh, are we jealous?"
The warmaster ire was rising rapidly and you sneered as you watched the calm, collected facade crack.
"I should kill you now" he snarled. "Wipe that pretty little smile off your face"
"You think I'm pretty?" You toyed, fluttering your lashes at him. He pause, if only for a moment.
"keep running your mouth and I'll be forced to shut you up" he finally grumbled.
"Me running my mouth?" You bit back, "you're the one acting like you're better than everyone else, then acting like a stroppy child when you don't get your way"
Horus didn't reply, choosing instead to gulp a mouthful of the potent wine.
You leaned closer, swirling the ruby liquid in your goblet.
"I wonder what your men would think if they knew the kind of tantrums you threw behind closed doors."
Horus' eyes narrowed and he placed his own glass down with a heavy thump. Rising slowly from the table, he stalked towards you, kicking your chair back and placing both hands on the arms to cage you in.
"You need to remember your place" he growled. "You are here by my leave only. As soon as I am bored of you..."
The threat hung in the air for a moment.
You smiled broadly and then tipped your wine onto the floor, splattering up Horus' leg.
"Oops
The glass flew from your hand, backhanded against the wall and shattering in a hail of crystaline shards.
The primarch's fingers locked around your throat, grip tightening until your head felt light and your heart hammered desperately.
"Little bitch" Horus hissed, jaw working as he chewed the insult and spat it out.
You tried to laugh, lungs wheezing out a pathetic huff. His grip lingered for a moment longer before he released you, the man breathing almost as heavily as you as you gulped down lungfulls of air.
"It's a shame, Horus" you coughed, rubbing your throat.
"What" he snapped, glaring down at you.
You rose slowly to your feet and brushed a stray hair away from your face. Gathering the documents in your hands, you shuffled them before turning back to the war master.
"This was so appealing when I first saw you" you gestured to his face and body. You splayed a hand over his stomach, feeling the tense muscle beneath his shirt coil at your touch.
"So, so appealing" you looked up at him, trailing your finger in a lazy circle as the primarchs jaw hung open slightly at the sudden change in atmosphere.
"But then you had to open your big mouth" you hissed.
Horus blinked at you, lost for words for a moment. You turned on your heels and strode towards the door before he could reply, using his confusion to escape the rage you could feel still bubbling beneath his skin.
"I'll read through your proposal again and have an answer soon"
You flashed a smile over your shoulder, unable to help yourself one last time.
"In the meantime...where are the soldiers barracks?"
The next few days were a blur of meetings and formal dinners, broken up with the odd hour spent watching the Lunar wolves spar in the training cages. Though you were loathe to admit it, Horus had been as accommodating as he could considering your barbed tongue.
Or at the least, he hadn't killed you yet.
you shook your head, angry at finding yourself enjoying the heated exchange of words.
You hated him. Completely and absolutely. And tonight you were certain you could be rid of him and his loathsome ilk.
But a small part of you would miss the callous back and forth that ended each evening.
However, you couldn't help but wish you were back watching swords clash as you approached the primarchs office door once again, something in you set on edge, screaming at you that this night was different.
Straightening yourself, you smoothed the front of your dress; a snow white deep cut gown matching the colour of his legion. You checked your appearance in the polished steel wall of the ship before you continued: The halter neckline plunged into a deep V that drew the eye to the intricate lace vines and flowers that framed your silhouette. Delicate side cutouts at your waist offered fleeting glimpses of your bare skin with each step you took. The airy fabric spooled loosely over your hips and brushed around your ankles, whispering over the floor in a faint breeze.
You nodded and wiped a stray eyelash from your cheek before steeling yourself. You could feel your hatred of the war master and his so called imperium boiling beneath your skin as you raised your hand and knocked on the door. But as you plastered a fake smile across your lips, you knew that peace for your world hinged heavily on appeasing the egotist who opened the door with a predatory grin.
"Such a shame" you thought to yourself as you dropped into a curtsey.
"A body like that, wasted on an asshole"
"Welcome, My lady"
Horus rubbed a hand over his face as he watched the second hand on the clock slowly tick down. Waiting for your arrival was setting his teeth on edge.
He loathed you, his fingers itching towards his golden sword every time you opened your mouth.
He drummed his fingers over the table before growling and jumping to his feet, unable to sit still.
His body was tense all over, anger boiling beneath the surface as the image of your smug grin flashed through his mind.
He tossed his head like a bull, huffing as he tried to throw the thought from his head. Unbidden it was replaced by the memory of you trailing your hand over your bust, fingers teasing at the fabric; the feeling of your hand pressed to his abdomen as you looked up at him from beneath long lashes.
He imagined the light leaving your eyes as he throttled the breath from your body.
He imagined caressing your waist as he pulled you close for a heated kiss.
He cursed you silently, regretting every second he had spent in your throne damned company, dragging out his temper and waking something in his body.
He was wretched from his thoughts as the sound of knuckles on metal reverberated through the office. Long strides carried him to the door quickly and he swung it open with more force than he had intended.
"Welcome, my lady" he said through gritted teeth.
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The room was lit only by the soft flickering of a promethium lamp, turned low in the middle of the table. It was almost romantic, had it not been for the primarch prowling the edge of your vision like a hungry predator. You felt his eyes travel up and down your body as you rose from your curtsey and stepped through the doorway towards the table.
"Good evening" you replied, ignoring the tense atmosphere as you walked around the table, dragging your finger across its pitted wooden surface as you paced sounds it's edge
Watching you carefully, Horus closed the door and, after a moment of hesitation, clocked the lock shut. You swallowed and tried to ignore the flare of alarm that coursed through you.
"Have you decided to be reasonable?" The war master asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the locked door.
"I have always been reasonable" you huffed, reluctant to sit as the primarch stood deathly still in the shadows.
"You are the one acting like a classless boor"
Horus sighed and pushed off the door, uncrossing his arms and stepping forward to lean heavily on the table.
"I grow tired of these games"
"Well good, you're not fun to play with anyway" you shot back immediately.
A snarl rumbled through the mans chest as he quickly closed the gap between you and slammed a sheet down in front of you. You met his scowl with a glare equally as ferocious before allowing yourself to glance down.
"What is this"
"New terms, as suggested by my father after word reached him of your...agrievement" he clicked his tongue behind his teeth.
You pinched the page between your fingers and brought it to your face, glossing over the elegent hand writing to find the main point of the message.
"You've got to be kidding me" you shouted, crumpling the letter.
"I'm not overjoyed either" Horus bit back.
"I will not marry you" you snarled, throwing the balled paper at the war master and watching it bounce off his chest. "You're a power hungry egomaniac and I'll be dead before I marry you"
Horus watched the missive bounce to the floor. eyes narrowing, you stepped back, realising your pressed your luck too far.
"Do you think I like the idea any more than you?" He grumbled, taking a large step towards you "do you think I don't know what you've been doing? Coming here dressed like that. Did you think it would distract me? Do you think me a weak man? That I would cave to these urges?"
He knelt down, still a head taller than you.
"Listen to me." His voice dangerously low. "These are your options; political marriage, sign the accord, or-" he paused, making sure he had your complete attention. "I wipe your little city from the face of the planet and take it by force"
You stilled, chewing your lip as you realised a decision had to be made.
"Why couldn't you just leave us alone" you whispered.
"Because it all belongs to me" his eyes glinted in the dimming light and you recoiled slightly. "Your planet, your city...you. it all belongs to me. Mine by right. Or by blood."
You spat on the floor and sucked in a breath between your teeth.
"Go fuck yourself Horus" You raised your hand, your palm sweeping towards the primarch's cheek. He caught you easily before the blow landed and sneered down at you.
"Why don't do you do it yourself" he pressed your hand against his crotch and your breath caught in your throat feeling him hard and throbbing beneath his trousers.
"I hate you" you hissed through gritted teeth, but not pulling away, Your wrist still clenched in Horus' grasp. "I *HATE* you"
The war master bared his teeth in a feral grin and rose to his feet, forcing you back up against the wall, your bodies so close they almost touched. He lifted your hand away from his groin and pinned it against the cool metal, pressing his hips towards you.
"Hate me harder" his voice husky as his hips jerked forward.
You couldn't think straight, hate telling you to kick and scream, your body telling you to submit.
"You act like you don't want it" Horus took a knee again and pressed his lips to your throat, chuckling as you tilted your head back and closed your eyes before realising what you'd done and shoving him away.
"You're getting off on this" you finally replied, mouth feeling dry.
Horus laughed, low and dangerous.
"So are you" He slid a hand under your dress, brushing the inside of your thigh and withdrawing before you could shove him away, his fingers coming back slick.
"You hate me so much, but you're so wet for me"
You opened your mouth to reply, to spit and swear, but as the insult rose in your throat the primarch pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. His tongue pressed into your mouth to taste you and you moaned, flickering your tongue over his before biting down.
Apparently the wrong thing to do.
Horus groaned, pressing himself harder to you, mouth moving desperately against yours as his hands began to wonder over your body.
"You're such- an ass-" you gasped, rolling your head back as he released your lips to graze his teeth down your throat.
In response a hand drifted down, cupping your rear and squeezing. His other hand followed and you squeaked as you found yourself lifted into the air and placed unceremoniously on the table, glasses and paperwork scattering as Horus lay you down. A heavy hand placed either side of your head had you caged in, the primarch staring down at you like a cat who'd caught a bird. He trailed his gaze over your dress and smirked, watching you pant.
"Where has all that venom gone" the war master teased, reaching out and ripping open the fabric of your dress to free your breasts.
His tongue flicked over your nipple before his lips closed around it and sucked. Your back arched, your only response a soft moan.
"If I knew this was all it took-" he released your breast with a wet pop and feathered kisses along your stomach "to get you to shut your mouth would've put you on your back days ago"
"Pig"
He was silent, too busy shredding apart the remaining silk of your dress to leave you naked and flushed before him.
You could feel him devouring your body with his eyes, your skin prickling as you looked up at him to find his lips parted and pupils blown wide. You could see his cock straining against his trousers as he slowly ran his hands over your thighs.
For a moment, you forgot everything, lost in desire and his easy smile and the feeling of his thumb rubbing a slow circle over your clit as he pressed a finger inside you.
"So wet" he murmured, curling his finger and watching your squirm beneath his touch. He watched you writhe and twitch as he curled his finger and thrust, waiting until you were dragged towards the edge before pulling his fingers out, leaving you dangling so close to finish.
"What the fuck" you hissed, your body aching with need.
Horus laughed and dropped to his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders and locking his mouth over your core, tongue lathing over your clit as he sucked and kissed.
Your body tensed and you threw your head back with a moan as you came, your whole body twitching, bliss flooding through your body.
"Oh fuck" you choked out, Horus' tongue still lapping at your folds.
Finally relenting, the primarch raised his head, slick coating his mouth and chin. You looked at each other, an uneasy but pleasant tension in the air, you almost smiled.
Then you remembered the accord, the threat to your world
His smug grin as he threatened to burn your home to the ground.
"I'm glad your mouth is useful for something other than spouting crap" you hummed, cocking and eyebrow at Horus
"And who knew such a sour bitch could have such a sweet cunt" he bit back immediately.
You huffed and rolled your eyes, glancing about at the shreds of pearly fabric littered around you.
"You'll need to find me clothes before I leave" you barked, wiggling yourself to the edge of the table. "Unless you want your men to know you're an animal?"
"Leave?"
Something in the war masters tone gave you pause and you looked up to see him unbuckling his trousers.
"Oh no, I'm not done with you yet"
You watch with wide eyes as Horus pulled himself free. Thick and throbbing, his cock bobbed slightly until it's own weight. Precum leaked from the ruddy tip and coating the shaft as he palmed himself.
"Nothing smart to say" Horus asked, reaching out and gripping your chin.
He spun you and pressed your chest down to the wood, still warm and damp form where you had been moments before.
"No matter" he continued, rubbing the tip through your folds.
"I'm sick of hearing you talk anyway"
You felt the heat from his body as he leant over you, chest pressed to your back as he whispered in your ear:
"Now I want to hear you scream"
He pressed forward and you tensed, back and neck arching upwards as you felt the stretch of him filling you inch by inch.
It won't fit! You wanted to scream.
Yours walls twitched and spasmed around him and Horus grunted, feeling your body fighting to take his girth.
"That's it, be a good girl for once" he groaned.
Your body trembled as you came around him, his size pushing you over the edge as he buried himself inside you. You heard him choke out a sound as he you clenched around his length and he stilled, sucking in a deep breath to calm himself.
"Like that?" He finally murmured in your ear, slowly pulling himself almost all the way back out, leaving just the weeping tip buried in your cunt.
You blinked up at him over your shoulder, bleary eyed from the strain.
"Is...is it in yet?"
Horus grimaced, placing a heavy hand on the back of your head and pressing your face down to the table.
"Shut up" he snarled, slamming his hips against yours. You felt like your body would give out as he drove himself back in, over and ove, rrutting into your heat.
Your eyes rolled back in your head, nails clawing at the table as he buried himself up to the hilt with each thrust. You finally broke and cried out as the primarch lifted your leg and propped your knee on the table, spreading you wider as he fucked you. His fingers found your clit and rubbed firm circles against the nerve, driving you mad as quakes racked through your body.
His hand still pressed to your skull grabbed a fistfull of hair and pulled you upwards
“See if we can teach you some manners”
Your cried out again, the harsh arch of your spine only adding to aches coursing through your body.
“say please don’t stop, Horus” he hissed.
“F-fuck you” you replied, voice breaking with each thrust.
Horus tutted, tugging on your hair again and grinning as he felt another orgasm rock through your body.
“Say it”
You gritted your teeth, refusing to obey until you felt him begin to slow, the fire in your belly dying down as his thrusts became slow and shallow.
“say. It”
“…please”
“Please what?”
“please don’t stop”
“See? Manners go a long way.”
You sneered, but quickly flopped forward as he resumed his harsh tempo, his balls slapping against your clit with every motion as both his hands moved to your hips to hold you in place.
Beneath the fog in your mind, you fumed at having begged the war master, your revenge quickly forming.
You looked over your shoulder at him, blinking up through tears spiked lashes until he met your gaze. A lazy smile crept across your face as you tightened your muscles and clenched around him deliberately.
Horus gasped, his chest hiccuping as you did it again.
“If you ask nicely” you smiled “maybe I’ll let you cum inside me”
Horus’ eyes widened and you drive your hips back to meet him, whimpering his name without breaking eye contact. You could feel his hips stutter, the movement becoming uncoordinated as you whispered and sighed and cried his name.
“Fuck” he growled, chest heaving in great billows of air as he struggled to control himself.
“Ask nicely”
“You little- hng!” he shuddered as you squeezed around his cock again, feeling him throb inside you.
“Please” he gasped “please let me cum inside”
“See? Manners go a long way” you copied back at him. His grip on your hips became bruising, his eyes holding a mixture of raging hate and boiling desire.
“since you asked nicely…” you lay back down flat on the table arms bent by your head as you arched your back as high as it would go.
“cum inside me” you breathed, closing your eyes and losing yourself to the electricity coursing through your veins.
Horus moaned your name as he came, his voice cracking as he trembled. You felt his cock twitch and throb as thick hot ropes filled you and leaked down your thighs. He pulled out abruptly and you gasped, feeling more cum splatter over your rear and lower back.
You lay still for a moment, listening to the heavy pants of the war master and your own heartbeat thunder in your ears. You willed some kind of life back into your legs, urging them to response but found them lacking.
Heavy steps passed by you and you jumped as you felt a warm, heavy piece of course fabric land across your body. Groaning from aches that you knew would not pass quickly, you rolled over and sat up, finding Horus’ shirt stretched across the table.
You looked at it, then up at the primarch, watch the broad expanse of his back as he poured himself a glass of wine and chugged the whole thing in one.
“Clean yourself and cover yourself up” he said, not bothering to turn around.
“how generous of you” you grimaced, wiping yourself down with a massive sleeve before slipping the shirt on over your head and drowning in the rough cotton.
You both stood in uneasy silence, the realization dawning on both of you.
“I suppose I will see you tomorrow to finalize our peace treaty” you finally coughed, face growing warm as Horus turned and finally looked at you. You felt more vulnerable wearing his shirt that you had spread naked beneath him.
“Yes” he said slowly “I suppose so”
You nodded and steeled yourself, stepping towards the door.
“Just so you know…”
Your fingers in the handle, you turned back at Horus’ voice.
Leman Russ, The Great Wolf King, Primarch of the VI Legion, The Emperor's Executioner, Supreme Lord of Winter and War, and King of Fenris....Save me...
Leman Russ, The Great Wolf King, Primarch of the VI Legion, The Emperor's Executioner, Supreme Lord of Winter and War, and King of Fenris,
save me Leman Russ, The Great Wolf King, Primarch of the VI Legion, The Emperor's Executioner, Supreme Lord of Winter and War ,and King of Fenris
Just some fluffy corvus and his love who's a little bit scared of the dark.
A/N: Thank you pippinsquishums for the amazing message
As always not proofread
Here's a lil something sweet
The low groan of weary metal and the faint hum of the subsiding gellar field finally signalled a return to real space; the immaterium reluctantly releasing its grip on the shadow of the emperor after days in the rolling darkness of the warp
The sound of the Gloriana class plasma engines roaring back to life and the almost musical thrum of the reflex shields coating the ship told Corvus the jump had been a success.
And yet.
"We are in real space, yes?" The primarch asked.
A crewman tapped his auger and turned, bowing.
"Indeed, my lord."
Corvus nodded slowly, glancing around before looking back at the man, still bent double.
"Then tell me, where are the lights?"
The man frowned and straightened up.
"They're...on, my lord?" He said confused.
Corax shook his head.
"Check again"
The command deck came to a standstill as people looked up at the ceiling.
A single, bright emergency light beamed down, illuminating maps and cogitators. The main lights however, remained woefully unlit.
As if on cue, a marine stomped through the main doors, a scowl creasing his otherwise handsome face.
"Report, Alvarex?"
"The entire ship is out, my lord" Alvarex Maun huffed, swiping a pale hand down his face and sighing.
"The Mechanicum reports no damage, but it could be at least an hour before we have any lighting in the shadow"
The marine cast a eye over the baseline staff hurrying around him.
"Your raven guard will have no issues of course, but..." He gestured around the crew.
Corvus nodded.
"Slow the engines for now. We can't risk moving at speed until everyone can see. If we run into trouble, I need all eyes working"
The raven guard captain lent closer.
"There is one other matter. Lord"
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Corvus swept through the dark halls of the ship, the shadows that usually cowered in the crevices now stretching across the metal as the lights remained inactive.
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"What do you mean missing?"
Captain Alvarex shook his head
"We checked your chambers, lord. Gone."
"They can't just be gone. Your in command here, I will look myself."
"my lord you can't"
Maun stared blankly at the spot his genesire had been moments ago and sighed, turning to the crew still milling around
"YOU HEARD HIM, SLOW ENGINES" he roared
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Corax hurried on, melting into the darkness with each long stride. He ghosted past panicked tech priests and fumbling servitors, tracing your familiar routes through the ship; his room, your room, the remembrancers hall, training arena. Each filled with the noise of confused chapter serfs and irritated poets. But not you.
Corvus felt acid rise in his throat, his swallowed and inhaled deeply, calming the hammering of his two hearts.
One more place.
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"You can have a larger space" corvus sighed, combing his fingers through his mop of black hair.
"This is hardly fitting"
You shook your head and beamed up at him.
"No it's perfect, look"
You stepped forward, gesturing ar two of the walls.
"Windows"
Corvus frowned
"I see. You know you cannot open them"
You rolled you're eyes and grabbed his hand, tugging him forward.
"Just wait"
The primarch stood silently, enjoying the warmth of your hand in his and the smell of your hair as he allowed himself a moment to forget what awaited him beyond the walls of this room. He watched the planet they orbited turn slowly, blues and greens stretching across its surface in an unbroken canvas.
Suddenly, a light.
Faint at first, the rays of a young sun began to filter in through the armourglass. Weak at first, it wasn't long before the room was flooded in warmth. The cold metal walls painted a soft bronze in the early morning hue.
"When we left Lycaeus, left those mines..." You paused, stumbling at the memory. Corvus released your hand and placed a heavy palm on your shoulder, you softened and lent into him with a sigh.
"Once we were free I swore I would never be stuck in the dark again"
"I understand"
You looked up at the raven lord, eyes soft, smile even softer.
"I know you do"
He watched as you slipped free from his grip and bathed yourself in the warm sunlight. A pink hue flushed over your cheeks and you closed your eyes and spun, laughing as you basked.
"Isn't it beautiful Corvus?"
Corvus stared, his own lips twitching upwards for a moment.
"Yes, beautiful"
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Corax slammed through the iron door with an echoing rattle that rang in his ears. Your room, once filled with light and laughter was now as dark as the rest of the ship, the gloom condensing where once there had been laughter and warmth.
Your chair was empty, it's pillows still indented from where you liked to sit with your knees pulled to your chest.
He rushed forward, reaching out and picking your personal Comms until from the chairs arm.
You never went far without it.
"Corvus?"
He turned, sighing in relief.
Your head peered out from under your desk, small fingers pulling back a heavy, downy blanket you had used to shelter yourself. Your eyes went wide as you saw him, then began to water.
"Corvus" you said again, voice now breaking.
The raven lord fell to his knees, reaching out as you scrambled free from your hiding spot and clawed towards him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he whispered, stroking your head as you fell into his chest with a sob.
"I was so scared" your voice was muffled and broken, face still pressed into him.
"I know. I'm here now, I'm here."
He sat, clutching you in his arms until your trembling finally subsided. He felt you pull away and reluctantly slackened his hold.
"Corvus" you sniffed, leaning back to reach up and cup his face. "My corvus"
He closed his eyes and nuzzled his cheek against your palm.
"My sweet raven"
There was a loud thump, followed by an electrical hum and finally a loud click. Corvus opened his eyes and blinked at the ceiling to see the lights flickering back to life.
He looked back down and found you staring up at him, lashes still spiked with tears and cheeks red.
"There you are" your face cracking into a lopsided grin.
The low rumble of the hive city faded to a soft murmur, barely heard over the heavy *thump thump thump* of pacing feet and the soft sweep of alabaster feathers over the stone floor.
Sanguinius sighed and passed his hand over his face, glancing around the room in resignation; piles of dresses lay scattered around, draped over the huge postered bed and hanging from empty iron sconces.
His eyes flickered to the bathroom door as light pulsed softly through the crack of the hinges, broken rays of soft yellow flittering as a shadow passed on the other side.
"It is time to go, dove"
Sanguinius rapped his knuckles to the door, wings bristling slightly as he counted the passing minutes.
"Im not going, Ive got nothing to wear!"
The primarch paused, eyes darting to the rainbow sprawl of frocks around the bedroom.
"Are you sure?" He laughed softly, "because it looks like a krak grenade went off in a tailors shop"
"I'm serious! Everything looks awful. I can't go"
The angel sighed and swept a hand through his hair, pushing golden strands back from his face, exasperated.
"My love, you are expected, it's not really negotiable."
"Do I have to?"
The primarch held back a groan and turned, resuming his pacing. His own robe swept about him in a storm of golden linen and silk, pearls on silver chains clinking softly from his wings as he tried to remain calm.
"Enough. My sweet."
"Fine"
The door opened with a click and Sanguinius sighed in relief. Forcing the frown from his face, he exhaled deeply and spun, offering his hand out towards you.
"Thank you. Now let us-"
He froze.
The dress clung to your body like a second skin. Blood red and satin soft, it shimmered as you shifted. The neckline plunged deep, revealing the flushed swell of your breast with each breath you took and the skirt cut high on your leg as you stepped into the room, flashing a brief glimpse of the soft skin of your thigh, before it slid back under the rippling fabric.
You smiled at him nervously and spun on the spot, revealing pearlescent wings embroidered over your back, arching towards your shoulders.
"What do you think?"
Sanguinius swallowed dryly, feeling his pulse quicken and his body ache.
"Its perfect"
Your smile widened and you beamed, toying shyly with the delicate blood angel sigil pendant at your throat before taking his still outstretched hand. He recoiled at your touch and you stalled, your smile flattering as he smoothed the front of his robe and made for the door.
"Let's go."
"Stupid outfit with stupid-" you muttered under your breath, your feet already throbbing in the crimson and gold heels as you paced quickly to keep up with the primarch's long gait. Staring at the back of his head, you chewed your lip nervously, seeing the tension in his shoulders increase; his muscles tightening and feathers fluffing with each step.
You strode past the gilded windows arching high towards the ceiling, illuminating the hallway with the last cold light of the winter day and faint flickering of the city below and sighed, wishing once more for the hot arid air of baal.
Snapping yourself away from a dream of warm sands and updrafts, you watched Sanguinius finally slow down, his massive stature silhouetted against the cool moonlight seeping through the glass. You jogged to catch up with him, wincing with each painful step.
"My love?" You called out.
No response.
"My lord?" you tried again, more forcefully this time.
Still nothing.
"Sanguinius!" You snapped, running forward to tug the primarchs hand. He stopped, but didn't turn, refusing to meet your glare, instead staring blankly at the carved ballroom door now feet in front of him, the sound of laugher and music muffled behind the thick varnished oak.
"What is wrong with you?" You asked, squeezing his hand. "What's gotten into you?"
Sanguinius turned to you slowly, the silver moonbeams harshing his features as he started down at you blankly.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Blood roared in Sanguinius' ears, his pulse racing and heart pounding at your touch. Your scent filled his nose and he could hear your own pulse beating through your body like a siren song. Saliva pooling in his mouth and he swallowed loudly as he finally turned to look at you.
"No, little dove" he replied "you have done nothing wrong"
"Then why...?"
He watched your eyes widen for a moment and almost sobbed at the loss when you dropped his hand and stepped back.
"It's the dress isn't it" you whispered, wringing your hands together.
He finally snapped. Glancing around, he reached out and grabbed your arm, dragging you behind him as he raced towards the nearest door.
"It's true" he muttered, kicking the door open and pushing you inside "Its the dress"
You staggered as the angel shoved you forward into the office, knocking into a small desk littered with papers hastily abandoned in the wake of the primarch's gathering. Your back hit the wood and a crystalline decanter fell to the floor with a crash, spilling wine across the cream carpet and splattering up the oaken bookcases that lined the walls.
"Sanguinius what-"
"I can't stand it" The primarch's eyes were wild. Pupils blown wide and nostrils flaring, he dragged a bolt across the door and stalked towards you.
"I'm sorry I didnt-"
"You have no idea what you're doing to me." He cut you off, pushing you further back against the desk and seating you on its cold surface as he crashed his lips into yours, hands clawing at your body and wings fanning out protectively.
"Wearing my colours like this" He growled, running a hand up the slit in the skirt and along your thigh, resting near your hip.
"Bearing my mark" sliding his lips from yours to trail kisses over your jaw and down your throat, tugging at the necklace with his teeth before stopping to nip and suck at your pulse point, "I can't take it any more"
You relaxed at his words, anxiety quickly giving way to something warmer and much more inviting.
Tilting your head back to allow Sanguinius more access to your throat, You heard him hum approvingly as his fangs grazed your artery.
"I thought you hated it" you sighed, tangling your fingers through his silken hair as his teeth pierced the skin.
"I hate how easily you break me" came the reply, muffled against your skin.
"I hate the thought of anyone desiring you like I do"
His sank to his knees, trailing kisses down your neck and along the deep V neck of your gown. Pulling the satin aside, he mouthed at your breast, flicking his tongue over the nipple before grazing it with his teeth, making you squirm.
"But the dress? Oh I *love* the dress"
He dropped lower before you could react and you yelped as he threw your ankles over his shoulder and dipped his head beneath your dress.
"We really shouldn't sang ah!~"
You threw your head back, biting your lip to silence your moans as Sanguinius pressed his mouth to your core, tongue lapping over your clit before pressing your entrance. You felt him groan against your skin and his fingers dug into your thighs, keeping your shaking legs apart as he thrust his tongue.
"Fuck, Sanguinius~~"
Nails raking over the desk, you cried out as he latched onto your clit, sucking and lapping until your whole body shivered and your voice broke.
"Sing for me, Little bird" Sanguinius breathed, one hand releasing your leg so he could press a long finger to your entrance.
"Someone will hear us!" You hushed back, trying to pull yourself upright.
"Best keep quiet then"
You whined and fell backwards again, his tongue teasing your clit as his finger thrust and curled. Slick pooled on the table beneath you and the air felt heady, your self control dwindling as Sanguinius pressed against the soft spot he knew would send you reeling over the edge.
"Cum for me, Dove" he pressed another finger in. Your back arched off the cold wood and you slammed a hand over your mouth to stifle your cries as you came, tremors wracking through you in waves.
You were still red faced and panting when Sanguinius finally reappeared from beneath your dress, face damp and cheeks pink. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth and rose to his feet, dropping you legs and leaving them dangling uselessly over the edge of the desk.
"Sang~" you mewled, feeling him throb through his robe as he lent over to kiss you, pressing himself against your body and capturing you lips
Breathless, you watched as he pulled back from the embrace and finally pulled himself free.
He was painfully hard, tip flushed and glistening with arousal. He gripped himself as he looked down at you, eyes almost black with his dilated pupils, hand moving slowly, coating his shaft in precum.
"Bend over"
You rushed to obey, slipping off the desk onto wobbling legs. You began to pull your arm free of your dress until he grapsed your jaw and tilted your head.
"Keep it on"
He released you and you twisted, bending over the still damp wood. Sanguinius stepped behind you, a massive hand palming over you ass and squeezing.
"Good girl"
You shivered as you felt him ruck the fabric up around your hips, cool night air pebbling your skin. His foot nudged yours, pushing your stance wider and using a thumb to tease over your slit. You felt yourself blushing furiously as he spread you open and you opened your mouth to protest.
All that came out was a choked "oh" as he pressed his cock to your entrance and hilted himself in one fluid movement, stretching you to your limit and pushing the air from your lungs.
The primarch gave you a moment, both of you gulping in air before he began to move, slow deep thrusts that left you whimpering and keening. Sanguinius hissed, feeling your body trying to accommodate him, muscles twitching around him as his tip dragged across you walls, hitting every spot that made you see stars.
Your voice spurred him; a mixture of whimpering for more and weak warnings of being caught.
"If anyone finds us, there will be no doubt you are mine" he growled.
His words sent you over the edge. You arched your back and cried out his name as you came, your entire body feeling hotter than baals desert.
You struggled to stay quiet, biting your lip as Sanguinius pressed his hand on your back, smoothing his palm over the embroidered wings spanning your shoulders.
"My own angel" he whispered.
His own wings flaring and shuddering as he chased his high, rattling the chains and pearls loose front their place amongst his downy feathers.
"I'm yours" you cried out, clawing at the edge of the desk, trying to ground yourself. Sanguinius' hand shifted from your back. Sliding down your arm to envelope your hand in his. He stopped low, chest almost flat to your back as he groaned in your ear. He could feel your body cling to him, begging him to fill you over and over.
He was happy to oblige; thrusting his hips over and over, the room was filled with the slap of skin on skin and breathy pleas for "more, harder, don't stop"
He was close. His cock throbbed and ached, every muscle in his body was tensed and spring loaded, like static ran through his nerves. He looked down at your face pressed against the desk; rose tinted and blissed out, your eyes were half lidded and drool pooled at the corner of your mouth.
"S-a-n-" you mumbled, blinking up at him dumbly from the corner of your eye.
"Pl---ease....n-need...you..insi---de"
You were a state, arms useless, ass red from the impact of his hip and legs barley holding your weight.
But clad in blood angel scarlet and bearing his wings, you were the most beautiful thing In The world.
And you were his.
Sanguinius' wings flared as he came, pinions knocking books from the shelves as they stretched.
He saw your eyes widen, feeling thick hot ropes filled you before leaking out around him as he continued to rut into you, oversensitive but unwilling to pull away from your warmth. His muscles were cramping, stomach tense and back aching before he finally pulled out. He watched as his spend began to drip from your cunt and debated fucking it back into you before smothering the thought down to offer you his arm.
You struggled to your feet, legs wobbling as they struggled to support you. You clutched the edge of the table and laughed softly, looking at the wet streaks now staining your dress.
"I think I need to get changed"
Sanguinius took your arm and helped you straighten, eyeing the darkening patches on the silken fabric.
"Go, I'll send Raldaron to escort you back when you've changed"
You smiled and nodded, pressing a chaste kiss to his knuckles before turning back to the door.
"My dove?"
You turned to look over your shoulder. The primarch was straightening his robe and preening loose feathers from his wings.
"Leave the dress out. I may wish to see you in it again later"
Sanguinius clapped his brother on the back and laughed before raising his goblet to his mouth and taking a deep gulp.
"She will join us soon" he chuckled, " she couldn't decide on what to wear so I left her to it"
Horus cocked an eye brow at his brother, looking him up and down before taking a swig from his own chalice.
"Is that what it is? I thought something else was keeping her"
Sanguinius frozen.
"Like what?"
Horus grinned, making to reply before the door creaked open and a small shape slipped through the crack.
"Ah it appears she has arrived. Introduce me angel!"
The war master strode through the crowd, Sanguinius hurrying after him.
"You must be the infamous new love"
You spun, smile dropping as you faced the Luna wolves primarch. You quickly dipped into a low curtsey
"My lord"
"Oh so formal" Horus grinned. "I was worried I wouldn't get to meet you. The angel seems adamant on keeping you locked away from the rest of us"
You froze, still dipped in a low bow.
"I'm not sure I understand my lord"
You heard the war master inhale deeply and chuckle.
"Aaah so that is it"
You glanced up to see Horus staring down at you, eyes twinkling.
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 ❤️❤️
Lion El’Johnson
“Why have you given me this?”
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.
“It’s a tradition on my home world.” You replied casually, trying to hide your nervousness as you watched him smooth over a wrinkle.
“A tradition?”
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.
“You give gifts to people you love to show you appreciate them and everything they’ve done” You fiddled with the silk bindings, trying to secure the cloak beneath his chin.
“Obviously you don’t have to wear it if you-”
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.
“A gift...to someone you love?”
You froze, breathlessly watching him bring your knuckles to his lips and press a chaste kiss to your flushed skin.
“I will wear it with pride”
Fulgrim.
“This is really too much!””
You stared around the room, eyes trailing over piles of ornately wrapped presents piled high in precarious mounds.
“Nonsense love, nothing is ever enough for you!”
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...
Cry?
“No no, darling why the tears?”
Falling to his knees, Fulgrim took your face in his hands and wiped the tears as they fell.
“Youve done all this for me” You hiccupped between sobs “and i only- only got you this”
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 “Amor”. 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.
“Its perfect” He whispered, pulling you against his chest and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Just perfect”
Perturabo
“What is this?”
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.
“A tracker, obviously”
You glanced up, the primarch having finally turned to stare at you with an odd expression.
“Seen as you have abysmal directional coordination, i needed something to know where you are”
“Its beautiful, Perturabo”
He shrugged, shuffling papers and tools across his desk. The leatherbound notebook you’d given him sat propped up against the wall, the cover already well-worn and weathered from use in a matter of days.
“Just because I gave you something, doesn't mean you had to give me something in return you know” You grinned, stepping up beside him and nudging him. Your smile broadened as you watched a faint pink creep across his cheeks.
“ITs not a gift, its to stop you getting lost on my ship and wasting my time” He huffed.
“Of course it is”
Jaghatai Khan
Morning air whipped across your skin, burning your eyes as you sat nestled in the khan’s 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 chogoris’ 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.
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.
“Why are we all the way out here?” You asked, inhaling deeply and relaxing at the scent of morning dew and wet soil.
“I have a gift for you”
“Oh? You didn't need to get me anything, I know you don't celebrate-”
The khan quieted you with a raised hand.
“I don't, but you do.”
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.
“Um, very impressive Jaghatai”
“Just wait” He snorted, rolling his eyes and grinning.
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.
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.
“He’s to keep you company, whilst I am away”
You stared at the bird, awestruck. Tentatively reaching out, you ran a finger across its head, admiring the sun on its banded feathers.
“My own little warhawk?”
The khan beamed.
“For when the original is away”
Leman Russ
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.
“Having fun?”
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.
“Its nice. You do this every year?”
He nodded, pulling you closer to him.
“Without fail. No matter where we are, we celebrate”
You downed your drink and dug an elbow into his side, grinning.
“Not that your wolves need an excuse for that”
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.
“I have something for you” Leman hummed, Pulling you back towards him. “CLose your eyes and hold out your hands”
“Im not falling for that again”
Sharp canines flashed in the fire light as he smirked.
“I promise its not that, just trust me”
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.
“Leman, its beautiful” You whispered, turning the dagger over and admiring the delicate carving of a wolf running along the spine.
“Well if you like that... Close your eyes and hold out your hand”
“LEMAN!”
Rogal Dorn.
“damned thing, just-ouch"
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.
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.
“what are you doing”
Dorn’s voice cut through the silence like a blade; A sharp, stern edge to it that made you jump and clutch the robe.
“Oh, Rogal i was just-”
He crossed the room in an easy short stride and glared at you, glancing from the scissors to your face.
“Why do you have that” He barked, eyes intense and cold.
“I was...um...”
The praetorian snatched the cloak from your grip, quiet fury written across his face.
“Dont touch this, this isnt-” He paused, finding the new raised edges of the multiple repairs youd done.
“You...fixed it?”
You nodded, biting back tears as you watched his anger slowly ebb away.
“You wouldn't accept a gift from me, but i wanted to do something”
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.
“You didnt need to” He began, before pulling back and tossing the cloak around your shoulders and pulling you closer, resting his forehead to yours.
“But im glad you did”
Konrad kurze
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.
“My lord?” You whispered, slipping through a cast iron door and pushing it shut with a gentle creak, shrouding you in darkness. “My lord, are you here?”
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.
“I brought you something, Konrad” Your voice barely a whisper, calm and collected.
“A gift?”
You fought the urge to turn as you heard his voice growl behind you
“Yes, a gift just for you”
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.
“What is it?”
You paused before replying, trying to find the right words.
“Its for nightmares. It helps you calm bad dreams. I thought it could help with...”
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.
“Calms?”
You nodded. “Ive used it before. You’ll probably need to take more than me but-”
You stopped as Kurze popped the lid and swallowed the whole contents, before turning and prowling towards his throne, somewhere in the shadows.
“Come. Sit with me. Stay"
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.
“Where shall I..”
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.
“Thank you.”
You nodded.
“Its ok”
Sanguinius
“This is...for me?”
You beamed as you handed Sanguinius the long silver chains.
“I made them myself, for your wings”
He ran his hand along the fragile chain, lifting each individually crafted charm to examine, each piece a carving of a memory.
You pointed to a pair of birds; the smaller one had its beak stretched wide in panic as the other chirped happily.
“That’s the first time you took me flying”
The angel said nothing, only stared. Your heart dropped.
“dont you like it? I can do ah!-”
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.
“sanguinius what are you doing?”
“just wait, its worth it I promise”
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 sanguinius’ grip.
“Are we nearly there?” you croaked, nestling in tighter.
“Yes, we’re here”
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.
“Look” He whispered, placing a hand on your shoulder to turn you.
You gasped.
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.
“Sanguinius this is-”
“My gift to you”
“What?”
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.
“You have given me everything. Now i want to give my everything to you”
Ferrus Manus.
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...
There.
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.
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.
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.
“Ferrus?”
“That’s mine” He said bluntly, gesturing to the tool. “You shouldnt take my things”
“You ruined the surprise” You pouted, clambering to your feet and huffing.
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.
“Surprise” You said weakly.
“What is all this?”
“just some silly tradition”
Ferrus looked from the gift in his hand, the lights sparkling over the fire place and finally to your sad smile.
“will you tell me more?”
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"
Corvus
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.
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.
“My lord~” you cooed softly, sidling up to the desk and moving some of the weathered books aside.
No response.
“My lord Ahriman” 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.
“Not right now” he murmured, releasing your hand to flick to the next page of the weighty book laid open on the desk.
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.
No luck.
“Ahzek” you whined “Its almost midnight, everyone's gone. Dont you think you should do the same?”
You leant on his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his neck and nibbling a small mark into his olive skin.
“Why don’t you come to bed, my lord?”
Your voice was practically a purr; low and laced with intent. Your hand trailed down and dipped beneath his shirt, trailing across his chest.
Still nothing. The marine was lost to whatever flight of fancy stained the yellowed pages before him.
This clearly wasn’t working.
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.
“Don’t distract me”
Well, this wouldn't do at all.
Disgruntled and slightly rejected, you slipped beneath the desk and sank to your knees, hidden beneath the azure cloth and nestling yourself between Ahriman’s 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.
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.
Still no response.
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.
Still nothing.
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.
A soft grunt from above you.
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.
Then you heard another page turn.
If you jaw could stretch any wider it would’ve 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.
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.
But it worked.
Ahriman’s 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.
“Sh-Shit”
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.
“You-”
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.
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.
“You- Fuck- i-”
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.
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 “Mmmm”
Smiling coyly, you used his still shaking legs to clamber to your feet.
“I guess i cant tempt you away from your studies. What a shame~”
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.
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.
“I think i have much more studying to do, little vixen”
A slender finger teased at the hem of your trousers as he ground himself against your thigh.
“Now, behave and-”
“Ahriman! I was just... Oh?”
You both froze, recognition sending cold waves through your body.
“My my, what do we have here?”
Ahriman recoiled like he’d taken a bolter to the head, stuffing himself back into his trousers and standing to attention, leaving you sweating and stained on the desk.
Braided silk binding your body; stretched taut on bitten skin and bruised muscle, tightening as you strained and writhed beneath wandering hands.
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.
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.
Tonight would be different though.
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.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
The emperor’s 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.
“Reminding you that a ruler serves the whims of his people”
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.
“And what makes you think I bend to any whim but my own?”
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.
“Well, you’re bending to mine right now”
He didn’t 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.
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.
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.
“If they snap, I stop” You whispered, struggling to keep the glee from your voice.
“You know these are just for show”
He tugged at the silk, another fray splitting along its surface.
“I know. But tonight you have to be good for me”
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.
“Better~” you cooed, knowing you were pushing him to his limit.
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.
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.
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.
“You’re mine” your murmured, blinking up at him through tear-stained lashes. A muscle worked in his jaw, eyes narrowing at your words.
He was at his limit with your games. He just needed one
Gentle.
Push.
“The master of mankind” you mused, pulling yourself off his slick cock with a wet pop. “Just as desperate for a wet hole as any other man”
You heard the snap, felt the air whip around you as the room blurred and spun, felt a familiar burn on your skin.
Physic energy rippled around you, flickering across your skin like electricity.
“I think you’ve had enough fun. Don’t you?”
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.
“I think it’s my turn now.”
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.
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.
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.
“Ah ah” he tutted, lifting his head “Now it’s your turn to be good.”
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.
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.
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.
“P-Please” you gasped, rocking your hips desperately.
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.
“Please what” He growled, mouth still suckling a bruise into your neck.
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.
“since you asked so nicely.”
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.
A hand cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. Your mouth rounded into a silent “O” and tears trickled down your cheek unbidden as he looked down at you triumphantly.
“after all, a ruler serves the whims of his people”
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)
“This has got to be a joke”
Your friend laughed and pulled the lacing of your dress tighter, cinching your waist and causing the seams to groan under the strain.
“Sorry, this is what you’ve got to wear”
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.
No, there was never any doubt the dress was a masterpiece
The issue though, was the bodice.
“I’m going to fall right out of this!” You hissed, trying to stop yourself from spilling out of the sweetheart neckline as the underwire pushed your cleavage up.
“That’s probably the plan” chuckled your friend catching your eye in the mirror and choking back a laugh at your flushed cheeks. “Your fathers been trying to marry you off for ages. He’s probably hoping-”
She paused as you grimaced and nudged you gently, sweeping your hair back from your face. “I’ve heard he’s very handsome. Like the knights in our old stories”
You perked a little.
“Well why didnt you start with that!”
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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.
“Can’t blame them” you thought, following their stares across the table.
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.
Or perhaps at your lack of tact as you tipped your glass towards him and winked.
“My Lord...Lion, was it?”
You interrupted your father to flash the stranger a dazzling smile.
“I’m sure you’ve heard more than enough about our home. Why don’t you tell us about yourself? Any brothers, sisters?” You leant forward, exposing more of your cleavage. “A Mrs Lion waiting for you back home?”
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.
“I am not here for pleasantries.”
He rose to his feet abruptly. Behind him half a dozen helmeted soldiers in polished green armour stepped to attention. Lion’s eyes never left you as he spoke.
“Your 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 Dawn”
Your father lurched upright, blustering and wringing his hands.
“My 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?”
He gripped your shoulder and pulled you up, hands shaking.
“My daughter will show you the way. She is wonderful company I assure you”
“It would be my pleasure” you smiled, fluttering your lashes at him before making towards the door. “If you would follow me”
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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.
“Its not far now. It really is a pleasure having you. Im sure-”
“Enough talk wench”
You stuttered, your step faltering as you realised what the lord had just said.
“Excuse me?” you replied, incredulously
“I said enough talk.”
“You are a guest here, you would do well to remember that” you spat back, all politeness gone. “I don’t care who you think you are, but you will mind your tone”
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.
“Your world belongs to the master of mankind now, woman”
“Not until that document is signed. Until then, you’re in MY house”
Coming to a stop outside a large wrought iron door, you pushed it open and gestured inside.
“Now if you’re done being an ass, this is your room.”
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.
You closed the door behind you with a soft click and stepped around the primarch.
“This will be your room for the evening. I’m sure my father will send someone to you shortly. Is there anything else I can get you?” You turned back towards him. “Or is coming to someone home and insulting them all you needed today?”
The Lion’s lip curled into a silent snarl.
“You insolent whore”
“Ah, more insults. Wonderful”
You stood firm as Lion moved towards you, gesturing at your low cut dress.
“You think I didn’t notice this? You think you are the first planet to try to bribe or seduce their way past me?”
“I surprised you noticed a woman at all, given the company you keep”
The primarch stared at you and you scoffed, waving him away.
“What’s the matter? Not used to someone talking back?”
“Get out”
You walked across to a larger dresser, running your hand along its surface before hopping up to take a seat on its top.
“No” You said simply, suddenly interested in a lose thread on your bodice.
Lion seemed to wrestle his thoughts back as he stormed towards you with narrowed eyes.
“You dare?”
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.
“Are you so desperate to be put in your place, woman” His voice rumbled “Or just desperate to be put on your back”
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.
Your jaw hung open for a moment, unsure of how to process what was happening.
“You’re such a dick”
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.
“Then leave. I’m not stopping you”
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.
“No, youre not...”
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.
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.
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.
“Lion-”
“Did you think i was going to fuck you?”
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.
“I enjoy your attitude, but did you think I would reward it?”
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.
“Maybe- I'll - ha- take you with me” 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. “Fix that- attitude-”
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 primarch’s 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.
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.
“You ruined my dress”
Lion shrugged, ripping a scrap from the hem and wiping himself clean before tossing it back at you.
“I’ll get you a new one”
“You ruined my necklace too”
Tucking himself back into his trousers, Lion squinted at the diamond, now dulled and slick with the spend coating your clavicles.
