Lion El'Jonson
The Lion is above such frivolities. He is also about to be banished from your shared bedroom for a month.
Fulgrim
Do you even need to ask? There is a mountain of presents at the foot of your bed, a romantic breakfast, a romantic lunch, a romantic candlelit dinner, and a romantic stroll under the stars.
Perturabo
No. Do not pout, it will not work. Okay, it does. Here, you can sit with him at his workshop for a day. Happy?
Jaghatai Khan
Does a wild ride count as a present? To him, it does. And he has also prepared a picnic.
Leman Russ
A feast in your honor. He will also present you with a hand-carved horn of the last beast he killed. Also in your honor.
Rogal Dorn
You will have to sit down with him to explain the concept. Once he gets it, he builds you a palace. Just a little something.
Konrad Curze
Do you want to receive a human heart? Because this is how you receive a human heart.
Sanguinius
He writes you the most beautiful poem there is and takes you to the sky. It is all very tender. Until the night comes.
Ferrus Manus
You will have to sit down with him to explain the concept, part 2. Except you will have to do it a couple of times. In the end, he presents you with a dagger, one of his finest creations.
Angron
He is not above understanding the concept, but he does not care much for gestures of sentimentality these days. You are by his side, you are safe, protected. What more is required? He secretly prefers you to give him a token he can affix to his armor.
Roboute Guilliman
He has a reminder in his calendar, and so he prepares an appropriate gift. He also hopes for a kiss in return.
Mortarion
No. Unless you want poison. He can do poison.
Magnus the Red
His preferred gift to you is an insight into his mind, a melding of souls. But it can go either way. Perhaps you can convince him to settle for dinner?
Horus Lupercal
A parade in your honor. Need more be said?
Lorgar Aurelian
You are getting a prayer session. He stays true to who he is.
Vulkan
He forges you the most delicate yet durable jewelry chain. It is adorned with gems of your choice, of course. He also lets you watch the process.
Corvus Corax
The gift simply appears on your nightstand, even if Corvus is light-years away at the moment.
Alpharius Omegon
You get two gifts. One of them is a trap. Good luck.
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here's another list of headcanons, both unserious and not, that I've compiled while writing this au. Some of the listed characters have not had their entries posted yet.
You found out by 'accident' that Sevatar is particularly sensitive on his neck. Of course, if the sudden jump and subsequent glare thrown your way didn't clue you in, the low growl that emanated when you chuckled certainly did.
It turns out that Curze and the Lion have much more in common than previously thought. Take stalking their destined lover like an apex predator for one...
Horus Lupercal enjoys his personal space. Horus Lupercal also enjoys your personal space. Horus Lupercal's personal space is now your personal space (i.e., his glorious tits). Horus Lupercal will make concessions for many things, but this is not one of them.
Not only have you stolen Leman's heart(s), you've stolen his brothers from him, too. Freki and Geri absolutely adore you and, much to his exasperation, take your side whenever you two disagree with each other. No matter how right he is. And because it's you. These are the rules, brother. They do not make them; they only follow them. Cue the smug grin on your face.
Vulkan finds it endearing when you furrow your brow in concentration as you work. He finds it equally endearing when your features soften and you lean into him whenever he bends down to kiss said brow, too.
From the outside looking in, some would think you have a death wish. Others would call you brave. Be that as it may, you are, to date, one of the few (if not the only) people who absolutely does not bristle whenever Perturabo stares (glares, really) at you. You can't take the man seriously, if only because you truly know what he's like behind closed doors.
The first time you met the Khan was when he approached you and told you of your... connection. Interesting. Up until that point, you thought you were a non-entity in his eyes. It was only later that you found out he'd been observing you for some time, but only waited to make his presence known once his assessment was complete. Or something to that extent.
Yours and Eidolon's dynamic is like the push and pull of Xenos and Man, the hot and cold of water, love and hatred existing simultaneously. And never has he found such a thing... intoxicating.
Contrast this with Mortarion, however, who would rather isolate, sulk, and martyr himself like a petulant child than admit he'd love nothing more than to be dominated by with you.
Alpharius and Omegon do not like to waste precious resources keeping your attention. They are also not engaged in an endless, passive-aggressive, subterfuge-filled conflict over who gets to spend (more) time with you. This is a lie from the deepest pits of the Imperium.
Help! My serf smells like the armoury and it's making me have heretical thoughts. Part 3
Word count: ~3460
Titus x gn!afab!reader
Part 1 | Part 2
A/N - This got out of hand very quickly. I went quiet for a couple of days and here's why. This is basically just all smut… To the point you don’t even have to read the previous parts.
Titus is a thigh man, sorry I don't make the rules.
Hope you enjoy this meal.
Remember - even your most heretical thoughts can become a reality if you try hard enough.
My switch / sub Titus agenda shall be known.
I can hear the inquisition at my door.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, kinda dubcon, face sitting, piv sex (you bounce on it crazy style), lots of groping, being mean to stupid sexy Demetrian Titus.
Please let me know if I have missed any!!
You finish fixing up the helm and gently place it on the desk. You didn’t realise how long you had been hunched over, joints cracking as you stretched out.
You rest your head back on the desk staring at his helm.
Where is lord Titus? He has been gone for a while…
The chamber door opening and closing loudly jolts you awake. “My lord?” you say turning around. He stands near the small chest of drawers, in his own little world, its’s almost unsettling to see the usually alert captain like this.
You squint at him, he seems to be carrying a number of bottles. He is busy placing his new collection down scrutinising each one. They look similar to the oils and fragrances used in the baths.
“My lord, is all well?” He turns his head eyes boring into you as he says your name.
His gaze makes you fidget nervously in the chair “Um I- I have restored your helm, it was damaged in your last deployment and I thought to fix it as an apology for upsetting you before.”
He crosses the distance between you far too quickly, his body blocking you against the desk as he reaches over to lift up his helm examining it.
Placing the helm back down he drops to his knees to be at eye level with you. “You have done a wonderful job.” His smile so warm and genuine you feel your heart skip a beat and then another when you feel his calloused hands rest their weight on your thighs.
Titus stares down at your thighs before giving an experimental squeeze, exhaling out a pensive hum before proceeding to knead the flesh under his huge palms.
“L- lord Titus?” your voice seems to snap him out of his trance.
“I’m sorry little one, forgive me but I cannot contain my happiness.” Your lords’ hands moving higher up your thighs before pulling away.
“To now know that you feel the same as I do for you, I knew I made the right decision making you my serf. The smell of your arousal has stirred reactions in me I had no knowledge I possessed.” He continued babbling on about how happy he was and the smell -wait THE SMELL OF WHAT, why is he talking about this like it is at all normal.
You are mortified.
Your lord angel is talking so excitedly about the fact he could smell how horny you were for him earlier. You’re surprised you didn’t perish on the spot.
His hand cups your face thumb rubbing your cheek lovingly, you lean into his caress melting away the shame you felt. He leans in pressing a feather light kiss to your lips, it was over as quickly as it began.
He leans back averting his gaze from you, but you don’t give him a chance to put anymore distance between you. Placing your hand on his cheek turning his head back towards you, pulling him in again for another soft kiss.
His mouth is so much larger than yours, but your lips seem to slot together perfectly. He is following your lead, clumsy at first but picking up on what makes you sigh and moan quickly.
You break the kiss feeling a lightheaded buzz and heat pooling in your abdomen.
You need more, the hand on his cheek moving to tangle in his hair, trying to tug him forward.
He chuckles. “Eager to serve little serf? Or are you just as selfish as me?”
You are suddenly lifted into the air before being dropped onto his vast bed, air knocked out of you as you land.
Titus leans over you. “Remove this.” He says picking up the hem of your robe. You decide to tease him, dragging the fabric agonisingly slowly up your body before stopping at the apex of your thighs.
You look at him, his gaze is transfixed to your legs, blush dusting his cheeks. “Continue.” he demands, you falter inching the fabric higher to reveal your underwear, stopping again.
He decides he has had enough of your game and rips the garment off in one fluid motion.
He pushes you further into the expanse of bedding before shedding his robe and crawling to rest between your legs.
He growls. “Oh, I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”
Hands spreading over your torso kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. He knows he is moving quickly, he remembers the chapter master’s advice to take his time and explore slowly.
Eternally grateful to have chased after the figure retreating from the armoury when he did, but in this moment, he considers the advice useless.
“My lord, please.” You don't even know what you are asking for, as you squirm, covering your face in embarrassment.
There is so much he wants to do to you, the choice is almost paralysing so he goes with his gut.
Pulling your knees to rest on the broad expanse of his shoulders. He places soft kisses on your knee. His tongue tracing patterns on your thigh slowly working his way up towards your apex, right where you need him.
So, so close just a little further.
He turns his head back to your thigh overwhelming urge to worry the plush flesh between his teeth taking over as he peppers your thighs with bites. His tongue runs over them soothing the violently attacked skin.
You whine out his name bucking your hips hoping he would get the message.
He stares up at you pupils blown as his face presses against your most intimate area. He takes a deep breath in, eyes rolling back, as he let out a groan that vibrated through you.
Your own moan ripping from your throat in response.
He moved his hands to hook over your legs keeping you in place. He took another breath, the smell is too overwhelming.
“Forgive me for my haste, but I can’t I need to taste you.” He rasps out as he rips your underwear down your legs.
You feel hands clamping onto your hips like a vice. Your arms move to uncover your face to see what's happening when a your are pulled up right with him underneath you.
Oh, by the emperor.
Your legs instinctively tense, hands shooting down to stop him, you don't want to crush him.
“W- what are you doing?” You squeal.
“I am unsure of what to do. Like this you can show me your preferences, no? You don’t have to worry about causing me any harm either, little one relax.” He smirks.
He looks so breathtaking between your legs, but you don’t like this nasty little teasing streak he’s began to develop.
Despite your valiant effort to spare his neck, with an embarrassingly small amount of effort he sits you down on his face. His tongue lay flat against your cunt. Your hips canted forward your clit grinding on the wet muscle, the whine you let out was disgraceful, but you didn't care he felt too good, his groans becoming more and more frequent.
All logical thoughts were quickly leaving your brain.
“Please mmm move your mouth, my lord.” He hums in response, vibrations shooting right through your core. Hands tugging at his hair he begins moving his tongue, exploring again, finding what makes you tick. Delighted when he discovers the nub that makes you grind down hard and pull his hair tighter.
He moans at the sting, the noise making you shudder above him.
He can only think of how divine this experience is.
Especially in this position, the low light of the room pours over you features framing you in a gilded light.
Your taste is indescribable to him, he can't grasp how perfect this feels, how right, how it must have been destined.
His lips close around your clit sucking, he is in awe of you. You beg him for more, you want him to put his tongue inside.
He growls, shifting your hips to position himself correctly, nose now pressed firmly against your clit as his tongue danced around your entrance. Giving you the odd nip of his teeth before a deep moan vibrated through you as he slowly sunk his tongue into you.
Slowly wiggling the appendage in further, to lap at your essence right from the source.
It stings pleasantly as you are pushed open by your Lord’s tongue. You feel the heat coiling tighter and tighter in you.
“T- Titus, Titus p-lease I'm - I can't.”
Your pitiful words only egg him on to eat you out with more vigour sending you throttling over the edge with a sharp cry, clenching down on his tongue.
Thighs clamping down around his head, nails digging into his scalp as you yank his hair.
Your hips bucking uncontrollably as your climax tapers to its end, muscles twitching, you can't remember the last time it was this intense.
Had it ever been?
You pull your hips away, his hands falling to his side, giving you a reprieve to kneel up.
“T- thank you my lord.” You’re breathless as you move down to sit yourself on his abs. You lean down and kiss him tasting your release on his lips, he groans against you. “You taste divine.” He rasps out hands back to kneading your thighs.
“You seem to like these a lot.” Placing your hands over his.
He hums in response. “They are the perfect fit for my hands.”
You giggle at how happy he sounded, fingers dancing over the taut corded muscle and ports along his arms, hand stopping at his neck.
You plant feather light kisses along his jaw. His eyes fluttering shut as he stifles a groan, fingers digging into your thighs.
Titus turns his head as you kiss the corner of his mouth trying to catch your lips. He lets out a low grumble of your name as you continue to avoid him, finally placing a sweet kiss on his lips when he seemingly gives up.
He melts into the kiss, following your lead as his lips move messily against yours. You sigh into the kiss as you feel his large calloused hands run up and down the sides of your legs.
One of your hands move to tangle themselves in his hair again.
Growing bolder he nips your bottom lip taking advantage of the gasp you let out to shove his tongue in your mouth.
Before he has a chance to do much more you tug his hair pulling him back as you pull away.
A devious plan forming in your head.
He lets out a noise similar to a whimper as you sit back up. Hand still firm in his hair as your free hand travels down his body to where you are sat. His chest arching up to feel more, before you pluck his hands off of you.
His glassy, half lidded eyes find yours. “Why did you stop little one?”
You take a moment. “Did I say you could touch me, Titus?”
He lets out a frustrated whine, head knocking back against the plush bed.
He’s full of surprises, isn't he? You chuckle to yourself.
You lean in close again, lips brushing his ear. “You brought this on yourself. Have you no shame?”
You can't deny the thrill in being so mean to your lord angel and based on his squirming you weren't the only one enjoying the role reversal.
Titus' hands were still hovering near you twitching, his nervous system going haywire.
You let go of his hair, your now free hand rubbing circles on his neck.
Leaning your head down he closes his eyes in anticipation waiting expectantly for your kiss.
Instead, you duck your head down further, placing a kiss under his chin before you work your way down the column of his throat.
The soft gasps that leave him turning into groans as you bite down and suck at his flesh.
You look at the marks already beginning to heal as you run your tongue over the assaulted skin.
Your hands run lower squeezing at his chest, your hands look tiny squeezing at his pecs.
You swipe an experimental thumb over his nipples, his breath hitching, you are in awe at how sensitive he is. You smirk and pinch them eliciting a shocked moan from the huge man below you.
Your hands travel wherever they please, tracing one of his ports you can almost feel his resolve snap like a band, his hips buck up with force, threatening to tip you forward.
You slide yourself back as you kiss down his body, sitting back up when you reach the band of his loin cloth.
You look down and can’t stop the shiver that racks through you at the sight, large bulge straining and twitching against its confinement.
You lick your lips when you see the small wet patch near the tip.
You loosen and untie the cloth removing it from him.
Fuck.
His cock slaps against his lower abdomen, a pearl of precum decorating the tip.
It’s massive.
You must’ve been staring for a while, as Titus leans up on his elbows “I -is everything okay?” He looks like he is struggling to form words, poor thing.
You run the tip of your index finger from the base to tip before you wrap your hand around the head using your thumb to collect the precum spreading it over the tip.
You’re startled by the broken whine forced out of him.
“Nothing at all my L-.” “Titus, please keep calling me Titus.” He interrupts with another whine.
Oh, he likes you ruining him.
You grin moving your hand away. “Titus, do you have any lube?” He blushes deeper, biting his lip and points over to the large collection of bottles brought in earlier.
You can’t stifle the laugh that leaves you. “I don’t think we need that much.”
“They were gifts from the chapter master, I couldn't decide which to take so he let me take one of each.”
By the throne, you don’t have time to think about the implications of the chapter master bestowing a collection of oils and lube to his captains so they can fuck their serfs, you’re not the inquisition.
You slide off him and the bed, legs still a little shaky as you walk to the collection, you pick up one of the larger bottles, having to rest it against your body to carry it.
He is staring at you, cock twitching in anticipation. You toss the bottle onto the bed and climb back onto him.
Pouring a hefty amount of lube directly onto his length, he hisses as the cool viscous liquid runs down him, pooling at the base.
“Hand.” You gesture at him.
He stretches out a hand in front of you. “Do you know what I want you to do?”
His stare bores into you before nodding weakly “You require me to stretch your tiny hole, so you can take me.”
His vulgar words shock you again. You pour the lube onto his out stretched hand.
Your hand returns to his cock, gathering the liquid before grabbing him at the base, noticing how thick he is when you hand is too small to wrap fully around him.
His hips buck up.
You let go, other hand lightly swats his thigh. “No, keep your hips still.”
A short whine bubbles out of him in protest.
Ignoring him, you pull his hand to your mound. “Start with one.”
Obeying you his finger plunges into you palm pressing flat against your clit, his finger curls and digs into a spot that makes you see stars.
“F-Fuck, good boy.” You moan out before you realise what you said, he moans in response. Repeating the motion with each eager thrust of his finger, before pushing in a second.
Your moaning as your hand starts working the lube over his length twisting your wrist, finger tips running over the veins.
You can’t wait much longer you need him.
He scissors his fingers, loud moans tumbling out of you as you try to keep stroking him with any semblance of a rhythm.
You can see his thigh muscles tensing, is he close?
You take your hand away and are rewarded with a pathetic broken whine from your Titus.
“Please, please, I’m sorry, I need you.” You've broken him.
You almost feel guilty at the rush his begging gives you.
“Titus, take your fingers out.” You try to sound in control, but you are just as needy as him.
He does as he’s told, his fingers instantly in his mouth sucking and cleaning every last drop of you off them.
“What do you need?” You ask, staring into his eyes as you sit yourself on his lap cunt grinding against his length.
“Mmm, need to feel inside. AH- throne, need to fill you please." He’s teary eyed as he whines for you.
You sit up on your knees and grab the base of his cock again lining it up to your entrance, before slowly lowering yourself onto him.
He tenses at the feeling of wet heat against his length and let’s out a broken sob.
He uses every last bit of his sanity to stop himself from thrusting up into you.
Even with his thorough prep sinking down on his cock burns, but the building pressure in your stomach from feeling so full was too good to stop.
By some miracle you take him down to the hilt, clit pressed firm against his happy trail.
Moaning in unison you place your hands on his lower abdomen. His eyes are transfixed to where you are joined.
You wiggle your hips making him groan, hands shooting up to grab your waist.
You slowly grind circles against him, his moans and whimpers getting more erratic.
He is pleading for more.
You lift up slowly testing how it feels, leaving only the tip inside before dropping back down as he bucks his hips up, your cunt spasms around him, shit, it’s so deep, it feels like he’s in your throat.
Your eyes roll back into your skull, as you begin bouncing on him as best you can.
His hips trying his best to match the rhythm you set. “Feels so good, Titus.”
Both of your loud moans complement the obscene wet sounds your bodies make. It’s a mess, the bottom of your thighs slick with sweat, lube and arousal just like his lower abdomen.
“I - I think I’m ngh close little one, ple- pleasee wan-t to finish toge- ther!” He whines out words broken by his crescendoing moans.
You move your hands to his, pulling them off your hips to intertwine your fingers.
“Me t-too.” You squeeze his hands, hazy eyes meeting your tearful ones.
He shifts on the bed planting his feet against the mattress and thrusts up meeting you half way on every bounce.
“Ti- Titus, it’s too muuuch. I-.” You squeal, stilling as you feel his cock press against your cervix over and over. You are thrown into an earth shattering climax, so much more intense than the first.
You think you black out for a second.
Your cunt squeezing down on him like a vice sends him hurtling over the edge, the deep moans he lets out making your abused hole flutter around him as he fucks ribbons of cum up into you.
He holds you above him, groaning as he slips his length out of you.
He lays with you on top of him for a little while, feeling him cum leaking out of you and drip down onto the bedding.
He is embarrassed in retrospect at how quickly he finished and how he acted.
You on the other hand are still deep in a post orgasmic daze, barely even on this plane of existence, content to just lie face pressed into his tits for an eternity after that workout.
He sits you up with him, you weakly wrap your arms around his neck. “You are truly amazing, little one.” He sighs out pecking you on the lips.
You give him a blissfully stupid grin in return before nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck “I love you, my lord.” The weight of your confession not registering with you in this state.
He sits in stunned silence until he hears your small puffs of breath slowing as you fall into a peaceful sleep. “I love you too little one.” Pressing another soft kiss against your temple.
He will think about cleaning and his duty later, right now he just wants to be here in this moment for as long as he can.
Being in a relationship with Sanguinius would consist of:
Sanguinius having visions and dreaming about you before you two even met.
And once you and Sanguinius met, he kept his distance for your safety and... his sanity. But still, he pined for you.
Your relationship being something of a slow burn until he embraces his inner 'fuck it' and it turns into a full-fledged relationship. Did you know the depths of his feelings for you?
Privacy, Privacy, Privacy. Few know he's a taken man. The first person he told was Horus. Sanguinius is actually very protective of you and your relationship with him.
And speaking of protectiveness, have you noticed how... vigilant the Blood Angels are around you?
You being interested in his wings and despite feeling uncomfortable when they're touched, he'll let you caress them. Not for long, though.
Sitting in his lap more often than not.
Sanguinius being surprisingly... candid with you when it comes to certain aspects of being a Primarch. He might allude to other things but won't really elaborate and should you ask him, he'll merely shake his head, give you a delicate smile, and assure you that it's nothing.
Being your ever-present protector. Whenever he can. And I do mean ever-present.
Sometimes surprising you by swooping down and scooping you up into his arms. A variant of that is dropping down and enveloping you in both his arms and wings.
Forehead kisses. If there's one thing Sanguinius is consistent with regarding you, it's forehead kisses.
Being one of the Primarchs' significant other who doesn't even get a planet's distance to the Emperor. Because you're a secret. When I say you're Sanguinius' hidden gem, you're Sanguinius' hidden gem. You know about the Emperor but he doesn't know about what you and his beloved son have (...or does he?).
author's note : bonus chapter . pure smut , about 1,000 words longer than part 3 . i'm sorry it took longer than expected . this isn't the last you'll see of fulgrim . i have a few other things planned for him .
trigger warnings : nsfw , dubcon , snake anatomy , cloaca , double penetration , rimming , pet play if you squint .
A visible tear splits the air, weeping with warp energy as the scent of rose petals on a midsummer breeze swirl around you. You look into it; your reality being distorted by the intense energy leaking through and find yourself frozen by fear. You couldn’t move your legs. They refused, no matter how loudly you screamed at them. MOVE! PLEASE. PLEASE MOVE!
A large hand closes around your upper arm, yanking you into the embrace of your daemon husband; Fulgrim. He looks down at you with a satisfied smile, one that is way too serene for his face considering the blood and gore dripping from the walls around you.
He says not a word as he scoops you up into his arms and slithers through the portal. The world around you ripples and distorts, transforming into a grove surrounded by grey trees with vibrant pink and purple leaves. Perfect sculptures surround the clearing, their promiscuous posturing all too alluring for your modest eyes.
As you look over your captor’s shoulder, you watch as the portal seems to knit itself back together, the seams closing tight and disappearing until the only remnant of it is left in your memory. Fulgrim’s arms coil tighter around you, squeezing you like a child might hug their favorite toy. It stifled you, made your pulse jump and your breath a rhythm of terrified gasps.
“Shh, shh. No need to fret. You’re home, my love.” He says, shushing you gently. He nuzzles the top of your hair, breathing in your scent with a hiss of his breath; a sound like that of pleasant sigh on the wind.
He moves with you onto a dais he’s claimed as his nest, the feel of his muscles slipping like water beneath his skin. It’s there he lazily falls onto his back, dragging you down with him, setting you on top of the junction where his snake half and human half meet. It was just as thick as the rest of him, and your thighs started to ache at your attempt to straddle him. He watches you shift around to try and find a comfortable position to sit in with amusement; his lower pair of hands poised to catch you should you slide off him.
“Did you think I would not keep my promise to you?” Fulgrim purred, slipping your torn gown from your shoulders. He ignores your squeak of protest, casually undressing you, allowing himself to enjoy the sight of your skin being slowly revealed to him.
You were an exquisite sight with a blush blossoming across your tear-stained cheeks. The color trickled down your neck, kissing the top of your breasts and casting them in a warm glow. He followed the trail of your body lower, his heightened senses drinking in every bit of you. He could feel himself stirring, his twin members twitching to life in their sheath.
When you try to cover yourself with your hands, he tuts disapprovingly at you.
“Now, now my pet. We will have none of that. Let your husband gaze upon you with all of the love and devotion you deserve.” He pried your hands away from your chest, sighing with pleasure at the sight of you. He had underestimated your chaste beauty and now he found himself taken by you. His hands obsessively run up the length of your thigh, gliding up your navel until they come to rest beneath your ribcage. You were so small in his hands, small enough his fingertips could lace behind your back while his thumbs met at your center.
“Beautiful.” He whispered. You squirm uncomfortably above him, trying to alleviate the sore ache in your legs. He chuckled, stretching his upper arms up and folding them beneath his head. You could feel his scales shift underneath you and something cool prods your bare ass. You scramble away from it, your mind coming up with a number of things that it could be. He laughs, releasing you, letting you slide back just enough for you to clear his cloaca.
“Terribly jumpy, aren’t we? It won’t bite. Go on, I know you’re curious.” Fulgrim guides your hand to his slit, encouraging you to touch him, his eyes flashing a warning for you not to pull away.
He lets out a low groan as you nervously explore his sex, caressing the edges of his cloaca with slow strokes; the tips of your fingers pressing gently between the folds. He seems to like it when you push past his slit, though you had little courage to insert your fingers. Wouldn’t it hurt?
"Don't be shy." He takes your hand and pushes your fingers inside of him, his tail curling around itself as another pleased sound slips from his lips. You feel a cool, wet texture within and look at him with mild concern.
He huffed a laugh, rotating his hips in a slow dance of friction to help his twin cocks to clear his slit. One fills your hand, the other slides over your wrist. They’re fairly human in shape, tapering to a smaller, pink point at the ends. He spills out of your hand, filling it so much you couldn’t even close your fingers around him.
"You have two!?" You squeak.
“I do, does that frighten you?” He cradles your face in his hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
“Don’t you want to be a good wife and please your husband? You’ve kept me waiting for so long. Here, let me help you.” He sticks a finger in his mouth, his split tongue making a show of rolling around the singular digit, lathering it with his spit. Amusement dances in his eyes at your expression of nervous curiosity and he laughs when you look away. He catches your chin with his other hand, turning your face toward him. Forcing you to watch him suck on his own finger before he pulls it from his lips with a satisfying pop, a glistening trail of salvia connecting the two.
The connection breaks when he pulls his hand away, slipping it beneath you. With a purr of pleasure, he strokes his finger between your folds and pushes it inside of you.
You tense above him, your hands holding onto his hips for dear life while you fight against the noises he was trying to elicit with the cruel curl of his finger. He watches you with peak interest, his lips pulled back in a mean smile.
“Do not fight it, pet. Doesn’t it feel good?” It did and you hated the way he made you putty in his hand. He inserts a second finger, and you moan as they move in and out of you. Curling and touching that sensitive spot that made your vision blur. Goosebumps rise all over your skin and you feel a tight coil in your belly slowly start to come undone as he continues to finger you. Pulling you apart bit by bit. You choke out a moan.
“Fulgrim, please.”
“Please what?” He retracts his fingers from you, and you whine at the loss of him. You rut against his scales like a cat in heat, craving any kind of friction that you could get. He lets you, watching you coat his scales with your juices. He wore your slick with pride, the scent of your arousal intoxicating; his nostrils flaring, tongue to scenting the air to taste you.
“Just like that. Give yourself over to the throes of excess. Revel in all that I have to offer, and you will know true pleasure.” A pair of hands lift you up by your waist while his second set strokes his twin cocks; positioning them perfectly underneath you. He lowers you down, neatly splitting your folds with the tapered tip head of his first cock. The pain is white hot as he stretches you, making you take more of him than you were ready for. You let out a sharp gasp of pain, your nails clawing at his wrists.
“To much!” You stammer out.
“Relax, pet. You’ll only hurt yourself if you fight it.” He switches his grip on you, his upper pair taking your face between his hands. He brushes your hair back from your pain-stricken face. He loved that expression on you, but it would pale in comparison to the blown-out bliss you were about to experience. He would make an addicted mess of you, hooking you on the feeling of him and him alone.
He gives you a moment to adjust to him, cooing at you with words of encouragement. You’re doing so good. Being such a good girl for him.
He slowly raises you up, slipping out of you only to lower you back down. He slides into you with more ease, his length coated in your slick. His other cock rubs between your ass cheeks, painting your rear with the precum beading his tip.
He considered taking your ass too, aware that you could barely fit even a third of him inside of your velvety cunt. But the temptation to fill up both of your holes until you were a quivering, sobbing mess was too great. His twin lengths twitch at the thought and he rolls his hips up into you, imagining sinking his second cock in to your heat. You were so warm and soft; it would feel like heaven.
Who was he to deny his own pleasures?
Fulgrim unsheaths himself from you and turns you around, sitting you down in front of his face. He spreads your ass cheeks apart and with his third hand he takes a fist full of your hair, bending you down over his chest. His long, split tongue licks a trail from your pussy lips up to the sensitive rim of your ass. He licks and prods at your forbidden entrance, his thumbs spreading you for him so he can get a clean look at your puffy pink skin.
He laps at your entrance, wetting you with his spit and pushes his thumb inside of you. He gives you less time to prepare yourself for the intrusion, pumping his thumb in and out of you. Stretching your tiny hole while you wriggle and squirm above him. He lavishes you with his tongue, moaning against you; his tongue pushed inside of your pussy while he works your ass with his thumb. You stop struggling, your body quivering above him. A moan tears itself from your throat as the hot coil in your belly bursts, your muscles twitching with orgasm while Fulgrim tongue fucks you through it.
Before you’ve time to come down from your high, he yanks you off of his face and flips you back around. He isn’t careful when he sits you down on his cocks, pushing them both inside of you. You cry out, it felt like he was splitting you in too.
“There it is. My dutiful wife,” he groans, throwing his head back in pleasure as he sinks more of himself into your heat. He trusts himself in and out of you, pushing a little bit further each time until he can no longer fit anymore of him inside; the tips of him kissing so deeply he feared he might actually break you. Were you any other toy, he wouldn’t have cared. But you were his wife. He had made a promise to care for you as a good husband would.
“Taking both of her husband’s cocks.” You hiccup and sob above him. He pauses, staring into your eyes through a haze of pleasure. He takes your face in his hand once more, wiping away your tears with his thumb.
“It’ll feel good soon, I promise. You’re doing so well. Just a little bit more.” He bonelessly curls around you, kissing the top of your head. He slows his pace down, giving you time to adjust to the fullness of him before starting back up again. He holds you still in the air, using his hips to thrust up into you, his cocks fighting for space. He uses you like a flesh light for his pleasure, your body fitted to his like a glove.
The pain slowly ebbs, but the uncomfortable feeling of fullness doesn’t go away. You feel sparks of pleasure at the base of your spine and that hot feeling you’d felt earlier twists in your belly. He moans more praises while he fucks you, his movements becoming more erratic and threatening to push too much of him in you; past the brink of your limits.
“Too much, Fulgrim please.” You say his name in a pleading voice. He doesn’t listen, his stomach muscles suddenly tight and his movements jerking. He pounds into your ass and cunt, his voice crescendoing into a cry of ecstasy.
“Almost there. Just a little mo -” He doesn’t finish his sentence. His hips painfully push up into yours, jamming his cocks as deep as they would go, his cum spilling inside of you. Pumping you full of his seed.
Something in you snaps and that overwhelming wave of pleasure mixes with the pain. You see white as another orgasm wracks your sore body.
His hips twitch as he pushes the last bit of his cum out, keeping himself pressed snugly inside of you, preventing it from spilling out. He found himself enamored with the look of you, flush with pleasure, exhausted and disheveled. Your stomach distended slightly from the combination of his cock and cum.
He pulls out of you, watching his seed leak out of you and onto his stomach. So wasteful, he would make you clean it up with your tongue next time. For now, he knew you were well spent and used up. Your stamina would come with more time and practice.
You whimper above him, suddenly cold and empty without him. He chuckles and cradles you against his chest, curling onto his side and holding you. He places another kiss on top of your head.
“Rest, for tomorrow we start the life I promised you.”
