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(according to the Ravenlord extras, Gherith Arendi swore to protect the child found in the mines, and Branne’s words imply Gherith was their brother-in-arms during the Lycaean Rebellion (with both Neves being children back then). We’re definitely treading into headcanon waters here, but it could suggest Arendi was a bit older than Corvus - at least until Corvus started growing like a weed and outgrew everyone.)
Warnings: suggestiveness (Slaaneshi daemon doing Slaaneshi things), attempted SA, blood
Description: As Titus sinks deeper into the daemon's hold, his fate lays in Sera's hands.
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The Daemon’s opalescent eyes rolled in ecstasy. It writhed in the swirling miasma of the Warp, body shifting and swelling, cycling through a dozen obscene images drawn from mortal minds’ darkest perversions. Its laughter beat against the fragile barrier still keeping it from a greater feast.
The barrier quivered as if in agony.
A greater feast!
Satisfaction was foreign to the being, except as a lie to dangle before desperate victims. The Daemon had never known it. There was only the pursuit, the hunger, the endless grasping desire.
More. I must have MORE.
Grinding its amorphous form against the barrier, it shrieked demands to its tool.
Show her! Show her! Show her!
Let her see her lover, her savior, her oh so stalwart hero helpless in the arms of another. Let her wallow in the glorious betrayal. In the utter depths of despair. Let her shrieks become divine music, her tears the most sublime of elixirs.
Let her pain drive her to the Dark Prince’s comforting embrace.
All other plans fled the Daemon’s mercurial mind at the thought. It forgot the souls that had slipped its clawed grasp. It forgot the little psyker whose paltry mind had interfered. It hammered its will against its tool, uncaring of the cracks it sensed spreading across the still-mortal’s psyche.
SHOW HER!
It pulled back just before its tool shattered into slavering imbecility.
And then HAVE her, pet. Take your long-awaited reward!
***
You curled in on yourself. Obscene viscosity beneath you squelched as you wrapped your limbs around your shift-clad body, biting down hard on one fist to stifle the rising sobs. You tasted blood.
But you couldn’t stop.
Demetrian… Demetrian… Demetrian….
Something had gone wrong.
Every heartbeat sent agony twisting through your veins. A pain of the soul rather than the body, yet no less horrific. You felt talons inside you, shredding a bond you’d thought unbreakable.
The golden laurel leaf burned like a brand at your throat.
“Demetrian… no….”
The Monster’s sudden collapse barely made an impression on your mind. Distantly, you heard his groans and gasps shift into hysterical shrieks of laughter. The blasphemous sound finally provoked a reaction, a cry you couldn’t hear ripping from your throat.
“... yesssss… yesssss… FINALLY….”
The Monster laid his clawed hand upon you.
The feeling of its flesh pulsing with sodden heat against your skin roused your numbed instincts.
“No! Don’t touch me!”
You writhed, kicking and flailing, as he lifted you from the floor. A soft whimper reminded you of your wounded friend, left to bleed, and you flailed all the harder.
“Let me go! Let me-”
Your eyes flew open. And you looked full into the face of the Monster for the first time.
If you had not known it used to be a Space Marine, an Ultramarine, you would have thought it an abomination born. Only the barest resemblance to Chaplain Leandros remained upon the twisted features.
Purplish mottles covered skin otherwise the pallor of a long dead corpse. Bone spurs erupted from its jaw and cheekbones, curling in spirals back from his leering mouth. A mouth full of jagged fangs and an elongated, forked tongue that flicked back and forth as if savoring the fouled air.
None of this compared to the eyes.
“Emperor… save me….”
You remembered the eyes as they had been. Deep and intense, lit by dark fires. Now they burned indeed. A sickening radiance emanated from their depths, as if they’d become portals to the Warp itself.
Hunger lived there. Desires so foul the gaze itself seemed to leave a film of filth upon your skin. The barest shades of them touched your mind and you gagged, bile churning in your empty stomach.
The Monster’s grin only widened. It spoke words slurred and hissed through ruined lips.
“Yourrrr Emperorrrr… did not hearrr… me… why would he… hearrrr… you?”
Bitterness mingled with the salacious appetite in his voice.
You desperately wished to close your eyes. A will greater than your own forced you to stare. You screamed the one name that still made sense.
“Demetrian, please!”
“You wish to… ssssee yourrrr… loverrrr?”
The taloned hand dug deeper into your side. Pain shot through your neck and spine as the Monster spun you around. You caught a brief glimpse of the unholy gate and its archway of twitching corpses. A violet glow oozed over you.
Horror ripped through your chest.
“No. No! Don’t!”
“Let me… show him… to you!”
The Monster lunged through the gate, dragging you with him as you screamed.
Neither of you saw the bleeding figure rise to her knees and hurl something with all her strength through the Warp gate after you.
“Find it, Sera.” Vesta gasped, even as she slumped back to the floor. “Use it….”
***
The figure’s lips were soft.
The hands roaming over Titus’s chest were soft.
The bare skin beneath his fingers was soft.
Soft as sin.
“Yes,” she moaned against his mouth, “take me. Take this. Everything you ever wanted, Demetrian. Everything.”
He would. He wanted to.
It felt so good to want.
His life had been denial. Duty. Sacrifice. The figure pressed against him was indulgence incarnate. Secret longing made flesh. Reaching out, he cupped the roundness of her belly, aching to feel the life within once more.
She laughed and twisted in his arms, breaking his hold with surprising strength.
“Do not get distracted, husband.”
Her soft lips began a determined path down his abdomen. Her tongue flickered out to taste each interface port, sending shockwaves through his already hypersensitive nervous system.
Bold.
She were as new to physical intimacy as I when we began. She looked to me for guidance, what little I had to offer. And when she gained the courage to ask for pleasure, she blushed like the dawn.
The figure did not blush.
She bit.
Titus’s eyes widened as he felt little teeth leave indents in the flesh over his rectus abdominus. The sensation was pleasurable. His body stirred and hardened. A part of him eagerly desired her to repeat the action.
I knew the violence of battle. I knew the rough affection between brothers. She was neither. She reminded me gentleness existed as more than an abstract concept. She made me yearn for tenderness.
The figure fell heavily to her knees, staring up with heavy eyelids and parted lips at his aroused body. He frowned and moved to raise her.
“The child-”
“It matters not. I want you!”
She tossed her head, and waves of thick dark hair cascaded down to cover her suddenly nude form. He caught glimpses of round, soft flesh between the flowing locks. His blood heated in his veins as she leaned back on her hands.
“Why do you hesitate? Look upon me!”
She spread her thighs. Undulated her hips. Her breath came in deep, animal pants that called to his most primal instincts.
“Use me.”
“Ruin me.”
“Every frustration, every repressed craving, every stifled rage, pour it into me!”
She once called me her “gentle giant”. She enjoyed my strength, my desire, my possession. But she melted when I held her softly afterwards. When I loved her.
I love her.
Sera.
My Little Healer.
Titus stared down at the figure writhing upon the floor. He desired her, truly. She was beautiful. The hunger in her eyes filled his mind with images of conquering. Ravishing. Pouring himself into her while her flesh bruised and her nails drew blood.
He’d chosen her.
He’d cast all other thought aside.
And yet….
The air of the lavish chamber shifted. For a moment, outlines blurred, colors merged and melted. He felt the weight of armor on his body. The reliquary hanging at his waist, containing something more precious to him than any Saint’s bones.
A presence came into being behind him.
Then, like a Mechanicus gyro righting itself, all was well again.
Titus tried to tear his gaze from the figure on the floor. “What-”
Something flashed in her eyes, a shade of violet for which there was no mortal designation. Then she pushed herself up and lunged with a feline strength no woman in such an advanced state of pregnancy should possess.
“If you will not take, then I will.”
A hot mouth melted the remnants of rational thought from his mind.
I want this.
Don’t I?
***
When the madness passed and the Monster flung you down upon a solid surface, you dry heaved, your body desperately trying to purge itself of the foulness it had been forced to endure.
Twice now.
It was too much. You lay like a rag doll, no strength left in your limbs. Mind aching within your skull.
Leave me alone. Let me rest. Let me sleep. Please.
The Monster’s talons dug into your hair, forcing your head up and back until you thought your neck would shatter.
“Look.”
From somewhere in front of you, a deep groan resonated. Your heart stopped.
“Demetrian…?”
Don’t look. For the love of all that is good and holy, don’t look!
The hand shook you and your teeth rattled in your skull.
“Look… whorrrrre!”
“No…,” you panted, “I won’t!”
Misshapen hands gripped your face. A stench like perfumed rot forced its way up your nostrils, siphoning the last of your physical strength. Talons drew blood as they peeled your eyelids back.
“LOOK!”
The sigh numbed you.
Demetrian. Your love. Your unconquerable hero. He stood bare in the midst of a vast room whose edges blurred into nothingness. Every corded muscle tensed, every scar flushed with blood, his head thrown back as if in agony.
But he was not in agony.
He groaned again. A sound you had only ever heard in the shadows of your quarters, in the bed you shared. A sound meant for you and you alone.
Not the… creature… bobbing between his legs.
“Look how he… takessss his pleasssurrre….”
The Monster’s sickly sweet breath bathed the side of your face. He giggled, a strange, high-pitched sound.
“He hassss… forrrgoten… you….”
You couldn’t think.
This is a nightmare. It must be.
But then the creature pulled back, saliva shining on its lips, and met your eyes. Your very soul recoiled. It resembled you, some twisted caricature of you, bloated and obscene. A masked mockery of motherhood. Its face split into a smile that scalded your mind.
I am small.
I am nothing.
I am forgotten.
A blow sent you flat against the floor. You didn’t fight it, laying like a dead thing as an impossible weight crawled up your back to settle hard against your hips. The Monster rutted against you like a beast.
“Finally… finally… my rewarrrd…!”
You let the numbness wash over you.
It’s over.
Something clattered next to your face.
You opened your eyes to see Demetrian’s combat knife laying a few inches away. You remembered him handing it to you. You remembered the anguish on his face.
The love.
RISE.
Not the Monster’s voice. Not the horrifying Other. Something, someone, new. Terrible. Wonderful. Ancient. Alien.
Familiar.
RISE.
Life flowed into your deadened limbs.
SAVE HIM.
You stretched out a hand and grasped the knife’s hilt.
“No more.”
Your snarl shocked you as you swung the blade up and back, feeling it meet something that resisted for a moment before giving way. An inhuman shriek shook you from the inside out.
But the weight vanished.
You were up. Running. Tripping. Falling. Rising. Running again. The knife, smeared with something dark and oily, raised high above your head.
I am still alive and kicking and coming back to make a post! To which I will return slowly but surely. Enough about me, let's talk about the Primarchs and their...
love language
Lion El'Jonson
Shows up at your door at 3 am because he sensed a disturbance. Doesn't say I love you. Says "your tactical positioning was inefficient today, let me fix it" while quietly reorganizing your entire life to be safer
Fulgrim
Notices everything. The exact shade you look best in, your favorite flower, the way you take your tea. Gives you gifts so perfectly curated it's almost unsettling. Loves you like he loves art, obsessively and with his whole chest
Perturabo
Builds things for you. Not romantic gestures, just... a better chair. A reinforced door because he worries. He will never say the soft thing out loud but he will make sure you are structurally the safest person alive
Jaghatai Khan
Teaches you to ride, to fight, to run. Shows love by trusting you to keep up, not by coddling you. The freedom he gives you is the love letter
Leman Russ
Loud, boisterous, will absolutely maul you into a bear hug in front of everyone. Also, the first one to go quiet and gentle if you're actually hurting. Big feral dog energy but he knows things
Rogal Dorn
Duty and devotion are the same word in his head. Shows up. Every time. Doesn't miss. The love is in the consistency, the reliability, the "I will always be exactly where you need me"
Konrad Curze
Loves in the dark, in silence, watching over you when you don't know he's there. Terrified of being too much so he holds back and it hurts
Sanguinius
Gentle to a fault. Remembers small things you mentioned once in passing. Sad eyes but warm hands. The kind of love that feels like being wrapped in something soft even when the world is on fire
Ferrus Manus
Blunt, steady, unwavering. Shows love through work, through building alongside you, through never once doubting you even when you doubt yourself
Angron
Chaotic and touch starved underneath all the rage. Small tender moments hit different because they're rare. If he lets his guard down around you that's everything
Roboute Guilliman
Makes you a schedule that includes rest (this is romantic to him, I don't make the rules). Shows love through structure, through making sure you're taken care of logistically and emotionally
Mortarion
Bitter and guarded but will notice if you're cold and silently drape something over your shoulders. Doesn't believe he deserves softness so he gives it sideways, never head on
Magnus the Red
Theatrical, warm, a little too intense. Wants to know everything about you, your dreams, your fears. Loves with his whole massive intellectual heart and zero chill
Horus Lupercal
Steals food off your plate, calls it a tax. Remembers your caff order without being told twice. Drops whatever conversation he's in to come say hi the second he spots you
Lorgar Aurelian
Devotional to his core. Loves like worship, like faith. Writes things down about you. Remembers your words like scripture
Vulkan
Warmest hands, warmest heart. Cooks for you. Builds for you. The primarch equivalent of a soft blanket and a home cooked meal. Just wants everyone he loves safe and fed
Corvus Corax
Quiet, watchful, shows up when you least expect it and disappears just as fast. Leaves things for you. The love is present even when he isn't
Alpharius/Omegon
You're never fully sure which twin you're talking to and neither wants you to know that either of them cares this much. Shows love through elaborate protective schemes you'll never fully uncover
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