Lion El'Jonson: Says he can do a kickflip but nobody believes him. When pressed, he does a perfect kickflip before skating gracefully into the nearest forest
Fulgrim: Yeah, sure. He'd probably be mad if you pointed out that it is Just A Kickflip but he can land it
Perturabo: Can't jump. Has a device that kickflips for him, though
Jaghatai Khan: Of course he can do a kickflip!
Leman Russ: Eats shit in a strange and interesting manner. You didn't know you could fuck up so badly with a skateboard
Rogal Dorn: He is not partaking in this childish nonsense, thank you very much
Konrad Curze: Fails terribly, rolls his ankle, and is VERY salty about it
Sanguinius: Beautiful kickflip (better than Fulgrim's), does a little flap with his wings for extra flair
Ferrus Manus: idk maybe he gets decapitated by the skateboard
Angron: Jumps onto the skateboard with too much gusto, breaks it, and never gets to try :(
Roboute Guilliman: Follows Dorn's lead and refuses, but tries in secret later on. He cannot kickflip
Mortarion: Couldn't stop coughing and had to sit this one out
Magnus the Red: Kickflips beautifully but it's very clear that he is using magic to do it. Floats off on the board into the sunset
Horus Lupercal: Whether or not he can land a kickflip would require at least 60 books' worth of discussion, unfortunately
Lorgar: Nobody remembered to invite him to the kickflip competition
Vulkan: He can do it alright!
Corvus Corax: Doesn't do quite as bad as Konrad, but still sulks
Alpharius and Omegon: One can kickflip, the other can't. Both claim to be incapable of kickflipping
One thing about being an advanced lifeform was that everything was enhanced. His skeletal structure, his intellect and... His hearing.
Lifting his cup to his lips, he listened to the conversation going on a few tables away from him, knowing the women of this small backwards planet had no idea he could easily eavesdrop on them.
"They're definitely hot." One of them muttered. "Like crazy hot. I don't run after men, but for them? A bitch might power walk."
"yeah but.. military men. I've been there before, not really keen on going through that again."
"Are you kidding? Look at how they're built! Take a chance, they would rock your world."
"Sex isn't everything." The previous woman sounded cautious. "But.. they are attractive. I would not kick them out of bed for eating cookies."
"Such exacting standards."
Her friend was obviously tipsy already and he heard the shuffle as bodies moved and when he glanced over he could see the girls leaning on one another for support.
And found a pair of dark brown eyes watching him as intently as he'd been listening to them. She froze up for a moment and he saw the brief flicker where she decided he couldn't have possibly heard them. Raising his glass in salute, he was rewarded with the sight of her cheeks flaming with more color.
"Oh my God I think he heard."
"Buy him a drink!" Her friend giggled.
"He has a drink."
"Buy him another. And go over to deliver it. You can say you wanted to share and bring two straws."
"Okay, you're cut off. Let's get you some water."
Practice was what made it easy for him to ensure his expression didn't change as he quickly finished off his drink. If she wouldn't get him a drink, he could always get one for her. A non alcoholic one for her and her friend.
Finding moments of peace were a blessing to anyone who grew up under the threat of tyranid invasion. Security wasn't really something Sanguinius' paramour was used to. She had a tendency to act like xenos could arrive at any time. The boudoir that he had given her had started plush because he had thought she would appreciate the softness and security he could offer. But as time stretched, he found changes in the room. Weapons that were strong but small enough for her hands. A well stocked first aid kit in the en suite bath as well as in the bedside cabinet.
She never slept with the curtains closed, but the windows were always locked. She slept light and never slept in even if she seemed to need it. The furniture was sometimes rearranged from one week to the next, like she couldn't decide what way was best to act as a barricade in a pinch.
Walking into the room unannounced one night, he'd witnessed the faintest hint of wildness in her. She had been curled on the sheets, eyes wide and hand reaching for a mini pistol before she could curb herself. He flared his wings out wide and smiled when he saw her hand retract from its position. Stepping over to the bed, he waited for her to relax before easing out of his clothes so he could slide in alongside her.
He watched the furrow in her brow when he blocked the exits with his larger frame. He was secure in the knowledge that his home was safe from threat, but his small paramour needed extra to feel safe. Cupping her cheek, he rubbed his thumb across her lower lip before stretching a wing up and over to cover her naked form.
"Why are you still awake?" He asked, his feathers lightly brushing across her skin.
She paused and reached a hand to touch his shoulder, following the line of muscle down his arm. "I was waiting for you."
He traced along her spine with feathers then fingers, the first bringing a shiver while the second made her arch towards him. He couldn't stop looking at her eyes and how the brightened with his caress. His movements were slow, his hand swaying across the swell of her hip and coming up so he could brush his fingertips across her nipple.
Soft whispers of breath came from her and he smiled when her hand matched his own. Touching his chest and marveling at the thick muscle.
Despite the title of paramour, this was as far as they had ever gotten. He could feel his blood pumping faster when her small body curled close to his. Her thigh pressing against his length and briefly rubbing against it. She rested her head on his chest and he breathed out slow and easy as she listened to the beat of his hearts.
"I love you." She murmured against his chest, her lashes fluttering shut as she let herself relax in his arms.
He wanted to say it back without reservation. But between his worry that she saw him only as the angel or as a shield against the dark, his anxiety could match her own. Still, he wouldn't leave the words unsaid and cause her any more stress.
"And I love you, my own." He murmured quietly, his smile feeling more real when she squeezed him.
I couldn't get this stupid meme plot thing out of my head and now I'm inflicting it on the rest of you. But hey, if you enjoy oral then I guess this is for you and me both! It's a named character, hope that doesn't put anyone off.
It was never supposed to be this dangerous. There was a Primarch with them. The great and noble Leman Russ. No one who had any common sense in them would ever think that he could be bested. But the demon hoard had them surrounded and the Wolves were on the back foot as the Sisters did their all to support and scrambled to aid. Those with Psyker abilities were creating trenches to better push away the enemy.
Gloria swung her axe in an arc, pivoting as she activated the sonic vibrators that would make it easier to penetrate flesh and send their enemies scattering before them. Her skirts were tattered and her leg muscles were screaming at her to stop and rest but she couldn't. Blood dripped down her thighs, streaking the pale flesh and occasionally flicking off when she gathered enough energy to quicken her pace and throw off her latest combatant.
Turning her head, she could see that some of the men were falling to their knees, struggling to get up. The hopes of the men were dying as their fellows had to continue to fall back. She heard the struggled screaming of her Lord and twisted, horror infusing her when she saw that three of the things had him pinned down and he was grappling to get up, twisting to keep himself from being pinned with a blade or claw.
Her mouth was dry and her eyes widened, her jaw trembling slightly. He couldn't stay down. He was the mightiest of them all. He was the one she chose to follow. When she was given the choice she had jumped aboard his ship with no second thoughts and he had accepted. Her now brothers needed him to get up. She needed him to get up!
"My Lord!" Gloria let her voice raise up in desperation, no wavering to her tone, only that utter need to have him hear her and listen. She needed to tell him to get up!
"IF YOU FIGHT THESE CREATURES I WILL SIT ON YOUR FACE!!!"
One slice was all it took to take down all three of the things pinning him. Her eyes widened as her cheeks flamed with sudden shock. Leman Russ charged back into battle with a renewed furry and she abruptly turned to smack down another enemy. She didn't know what had put that thought in her head, but it worked.
-------------------------------------------
When the battlefield was cleared of enemies and they were gathering the wounded, Gloria smiled slightly when she saw that there were none dead amongst their fighters. Some gathered close to the standard bearers and regained some strength while others immediately began to help the wounded back to the base. Flicking away some of the blood, she did her best to clean her axe before setting it on her back and starting to go help.
She started to at least. Her hand was grabbed before she was more than five feet away from her small squad. Turning, she looked up at the Primarch and froze when he stared down at her.
"You meant what you said?" He asked with no preamble.
A Sister did not spread falsehood. She did not back down. Lifting her chin slightly, she cleared her throat.
"I meant it, my Lord."
Her hand was squeezed, lightly, as he knew how much stronger he was than the rest of them. His teeth were more like fangs when he grinned at her and began to lead her away. There were several others on the transport that would take them to their home away from home and none of them seemed interested in looking at anything but her and their Lord.
She kept her eyes ahead of her, looking unaffected as he settled her on his lap and ran his fingers up and down her thighs. His face pressing against her neck and pushing down the high collar of her robes so he could lick away the sweat there. Hesitantly at first, she returned the small gestures, touching his hand and arm and then cupping his head to hold him close when she tipped her head to the side and he found the sensitive spot close to the nape of her neck in the back. His lips and tongue were soft against her, insistent and tugging with a tender suction, but it was his teeth that had her shuddering as he bit her hard enough to leave bruises.
Her body shook slightly when the doors of the transport opened and the others made way for them so they could get off first. Everyone would have heard her scream so they knew what was going to happen. It should have embarrassed her at least a little but she couldn't find it in her to care much.
When they reached his room, he stripped himself bare of his armor but left his trousers on. When she started to do the same, however, there was an almost manic light in his eyes as he pulled her hands away from her stays and drug her onto the bed with him. His eyes darkened when he fingered the ripped sections of her skirt and with only a small effort he shredded it the rest of the way to make the long fabric into little more than a loin cloth that he could push aside.
She caught her breath when he made himself comfortable and quickly arranged her so she could look down at him as he enjoyed her. Her fingers caught the plush of the pillows he rested back against and held tightly to them when his fingers jerked her underwear and snapped the gusset in twain, exposing her to his eager mouth.
Perhaps she should have remembered his upbringing before she uttered the desperate words. Perhaps she should have been more hesitant on the ride over.
His hands gripped her ass and yanked her down on his mouth so he could eat her like a man starved. Her eyes widened when the flat of his tongue drove into her and slurped, working across her sex and stroking her lips as his jaw adjusted and he moaned gratefully as she began to twitch on her 'throne'. Looking down into his eyes, she wanted to remain aloof like she so often was. Her jaw clenched and she held her breath as her head tipped back.
So he helped her to grind her hips down against him, seeking her clit and sucking on it in between flicks of his tongue. His strong hands massaging her ass and thighs, keeping her firmly in place. Moving her just where he wanted her so he could get any little droplets of moisture that her pussy produced. She couldn't help but snap her head down to look at him then and she made a strangled sound when his fingers teased her opening briefly before his tongue struck home again.
Panting softly, her eyes couldn't pull away from him and she moved with his hands then, easing herself back and forth and little when he teased her folds and flickered his tongue on her clit before kissing and sucking it gently. That was the only place he was gentle, it seemed. The man was bound and determined to tongue fuck her into oblivion. She wasn't sure if it was punishment for screaming at him or a reward for him for surviving.
"My Lord." She gasped, her hips grinding down eagerly.
He didn't pull away to respond, only held her closer and swept his tongue in quick circles that had her inner walls clenching on him. Her hands gripped his hair as she tried to hold him in just one place but he shook his head and continued his feast. He gave her a small mercy of a single digit seeking upwards inside her and her back arched sharply as she came with his lips on her and his name on hers.
Lamenters, Losses and Lovers - A fic full of ocs from both Warhammer and Warcraft. A Lamenter ends up in Azeroth and a pretty young priestess wants to take care of him.
