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This is a response to a post @myresin made that I don't know how to link. pretty much how to top Sanguinius, who I firmly believe is the ultimate switch. Imma tag the people in the og post.

@beckyninja, @bunny-fair

*cracks knuckles*It's the half of the month I feel like I can fight God so I personally believe with enough prep I could crack this man like an egg. Also brain told me I had to go all the way and I've never written literally anything so just kill me with hammers if it's cringe.

For simplicity’s sake, I'm gonna just assume this is an already established relationship between Sanguinius and an arranged marriage bride, but before any sex has been explored because yearning and anticipation is necessary.

Part 1????

Step one. Must hydrate, have slept well the night before, and eaten things for energy and good bloodflow!

Step two. Set up a nice night so we can get closer. No lying genuine heartfelt truths, everyone is always trying to impress and steal some of “The Great Angels” time. Sanguinius needs to be loved as a man. Ask him to bring his favorite book to a private dinner and have him explain it to you, his interests matter!

Step three. Break him.

You read over your list and are confident in your plan. You have been with your angel for so long now and are confident he feels the same way for you, but getting him to touch you has been nearly impossible. He would get so close then leave before going any further than offering you a hand to descend stairs. You have put on your most fitting red gown with a plunging neckline and small ruby studs that were the first gift he had ever given you after you had complained about larger ones being uncomfortable. You knew he had noticed how you looked but as always was being a perfect gentleman. This was not what you wanted.

This night cycle has been nice. You spoke honestly and candidly the entire night and let him confide his stresses in you. His poetic tone became more relaxed as the night progressed. It’s almost frustrating how beautiful he is wrapped in such a simple white and red toga.

You ask to sit close so he can read to you as you are beside him leaning slowly into him as you both relax, giving him a lovely view downwards while staring at him with love in your eyes. You believe part of him wants genuine acceptance and love so you plan to just give it to him. Soft touches and gentle sighs have been tempting him to cross that line he hasn't before, touch you and be selfish with his wants finally. So when you feel his hand hover near the side of your face you lay your head in it like he's held you like this a hundred times. This isn't manipulation, this is strategic and slowly showing him your heart so he knows you will hold his gently. 

"You can touch me if you'd like. I trust you." That trust is devastating for him. He is a warlord soaked in blood, he is a divine symbol, and the death of worlds, and with the future swimming in his head being present in his own body is probably nearly impossible for him on his own. He isn't capable of snapping that easily so he still touches feather soft and shakingly breaths in your breath while carefully tracing your skin. You trust him completely while he trusts himself none. So you tell him, "I won't break." And he laughs a sad laugh pulling you a hair closer, "You could. So easily. And I would never forgive myself if I broke you." 

This is when you make a bet with the Angel. He mustn't move until you say he can, so he can prove to himself he can hold himself in control. You get to touch and love him until you're satisfied to show you he trusts you with all of him, the angel, the man, and the "monster". (His words, you'd never call him that)

He carries you to his chambers while shielding you with his wings. You don't care about rumors but he would be outraged if they started and someone was saying crass things about you. You hold loosely onto the long draped tunic and softly drift your fingers across the base of his neck then up and comb them through his hair. He swallows hard and you nuzzle into his neck breathing against it between kisses. He walks gracefully, as fitting of a Primarch but it's getting swifter as he does not want anyone seeing the tent forming under his tunic. He is catching on to you. He knows you're doing this on purpose now.

 He has a room for guests to be greeted and serfs to help him dress. Ornate and befitting a son of the emperor, but he could never sleep in a place so unlike home so instead he chooses a door off to the side where he actually goes for peace. Hanging linen and other breezy fabrics sway as his large wings cause a draft. The room is adorned simply yet elegantly, a low to the ground table and a private corner to lounge on the floor. The corner holds an overabundant amount of pillows to lay back against or lean over so his wings can stretch and be fully at ease, humorously nest like. His bed is the same but higher off the floor. It is a round bed, extravagantly large with fabric draping around it made of no synthetic materials. Candle light, dimly light the room from beautifully ornate lanterns. Despite the low amount of smoke from the candles, only his scent exists in this room, and his piece of Baal he carries with him.

You ask him to lay down before he can put you on the bed first and he climbs in on his knees holding you. You are becoming bossy and he finds this amusing. Inside he is on edge at the idea that this could go badly but you ask him to not think about the negative and focus on you. He sits in the middle of the bed holding you on his lap and after asking him if he is ready you let him slowly help you undress him. You kiss him between each step staying very close but stop and remind him to trust you when he begins putting any strength into his grip on you. 

He gives you a strained smile. You seem so confident, but to a Primarch you are just a little thing. A brilliant, wonderful, and oh so lovely little thing he is once again worrying he will hurt if he lets this go on. You watch his expression and catch his face with more kisses to distract him. You all but lick the front of his large mouth and he opens happy to finally put his tongue somewhere on his sweet smelling, lovely baseline. 

You feel those fangs on your tongue. You have a plan for those, an incredibly risky plan. You've been on the red tear long enough to notice the smell of iron, disappearing personal serfs that leave behind pitifully sorrowful Astartes. There's too much blood mentioned and depicted in everything on this ship for you not to notice. Your fanged beloved is near scared to touch you, terrified of the potential heartache. It finally made sense when he looked at you like a starved predator when you accidentally sliced your finger last week.

You lay your angel back letting him grab a few pillows to prop himself up just slightly as to not put uncomfortable pressure on his wings. You check in with him once more by putting a chaste kiss on his lips. He attempts to follow your mouth and you shove him hard back down and tsk at him. You could never force him to lay down but he moves the way you wish confused by the sudden attitude. You smile gently and shake your head with a small giggle.

“No touching, behave” 

Brows raised in surprise and hands in a surrender gesture he chuckles at your commands. 

“Yes my lady” his smile is painfully beautiful. It hurts your heart to think of how he is going to look in the near future.

“And if you need me to stop and leave?”

“Poultry.” He shoots you an unamused look and huffs. You try by the throne to not snort unsexily at the safe word you convinced him would be the least likely to accidentally be said.

“Good boy.” you whisper.

Your angel's eyes widen, his cheeks turn a bright shade of crimson, and you hear his feathers rustle loudly as they fluff up and flex outwards. He seems surprised by the reaction of his wings, sparing a lightning fast glance at them and a small shaky laugh before returning his focus to you. He begins to attempt an excuse and you quickly shush him and pet his wings as you sit beside his head. He relaxes into the silent instruction watching you closely. He allows you to guide his hands above his head and takes hold of the pillows above him, you smile inwardly and wonder if he will destroy those soon while trying not to move.

“Are you alright?” you keep your voice barely above a whisper. He nods while still tracking your every movement. 

“Ready?” 

Another nod. 

You reward him with your mouth on his again. Gently you pull back just a hair and he does not chase the kiss this time. You smile and return for another deeper kiss, not yet allowing him the same freedom of your mouth you did the first time. You lean back again and his brow twitches in well hidden restraint but he lays still a bit of a smug smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He is starting to think this game may not test him the way you had hoped but is enjoying it for now none the less. You continue this little test of obedience by deepening another kiss then breaking away again and again your hands now exploring his chest. One hand slides up and tangles in his hair as you lean over his torso and push your chest to his. You give an experimental soft tug at his hair and he sighs into your mouth. You pull a bit harder; he follows the force and lifts his chin for you. You kiss down his throat watching as his eyes flutter closed when you scrape your teeth across the artery there. You suck hard at the sensitive spot you've found and hear a groan deep in his throat followed by a whisper of your name. You shush him softly and kiss the spot knowing you've done no actual damage. And watch as his feathers slowly puff up and relax again.

You pull back from him and slide off the bed. He watches you and tilts his head like a predatory bird watching for movement. You slowly slide the ties off your own gown, allowing the top of the garment to slide off your shoulders and around your ankles as you maintain eye contact and smile lovingly at your angel. He slowly looks over your body and you see his eyes darken. You quickly gather the gown and place it neatly at the foot of the bed and with your back turned to him, you slide your underwear down your legs, bending at the waist so he is able to see the entirety of your rear and core. A sharp exhale tells you it has had the appropriate effect.

Coming from the end of the bed you crawl up to him and settle between his legs. The bulge under the ignored wrap around his hips is large and you lick your lips at the thought of how big a nearly 10 foot tall man’s cock really is going to be. You think for just a moment if it's even gonna fit inside of you then shrug, mentally considering the risk of death worth it as you already had decided with the interest your primarch has with your blood. 

Sliding the soft fabric away you can't help but gasp softly when your angel’s cock finally springs past the fabric holding it down. It's definitely gonna take some work to get that all the way in if it’s even possible. 

“I will not hold any contempt for you if you change your mind about this. I understand I am larger than-”

“Lay down.” You quickly interrupt him still whispering in a soft voice you know he hears clearly but with added edge. He seems a bit surprised but lays back to his previous position.

“Good.” you say and giggle internally at the flash of disappointment then confusion that crosses his face. You reward him quickly by tugging the rest of his clothing free and straddling his thigh, hands splayed across his abdomen. Sliding your legs further apart you lower yourself the rest of the way for him to feel warm wetness between them pressed firmly against his leg. He lets out a soft groan and another whisper of your name as you rock your hips once and let your own head roll back and sigh. His thigh is so wide on its own you don't have to adjust much to hit your clit nicely and rock a few more times, dragging delicate nails against his lower abdomen and grabbing high on his opposite thigh to stabilize yourself. His hips buck once as your nails on his thigh dig into him and the ones on his abdomen come close enough to glide through soft curls, and you immediately stop. You slide your hands away from where he wants them and he lets out a breath he was apparently holding. His entire body is tense and you hear a thread pop somewhere..

“Is something wrong, Angel?” you give another soft smile and he shakes his head and forces himself to seem relaxed. 

“No, do continue. I won't move again”

“Good” you watch and have to ignore the little thrill inside yourself as you see his feathers spread then sag as you still only say the one word. His brow twitches, and you slowly rock your hips and slide your hand down his stomach to wrap around his cock. He lets a sharp sound hiss through his teeth as you give him a couple tentative strokes but doesn't move. You feel precum drip down over your hand and let go of him again and lazily lick your fingers clean. You hear another thread popping from above you and lean down to give a soft kiss to the tip, listening for more signs that “The Great Angel” is becoming very frustrated. A groan as you kiss your way down his shaft and a low keen when you lick your way back up, a couple firm strokes then an open mouth kiss to just the head. You repeat this nearly a dozen times and feel the muscles in his thigh between your legs flex and strain, sounds of restraint and pleasure both becoming louder. Sanguinius had long since shut his eyes tightly and was shifting between shaky deep breaths that failed to calm himself and clenching his jaw tightly.

“Look at me angel.” you whisper as you kiss the head of his cock again. His eyes snap to yours, seeming glassy as he pants. 

“Good boy.” you say letting your breath fan across his tip then while you met his gaze putting the entire head in your mouth and sucking hard. You feel his entire body tense, you hear the loud shake of his wings under him, a pillow being shred to ribbons, and a loud broken moan.  He bucks into your mouth slightly and you don't correct him. You feel your own legs shake,  you're soaking his thigh and maneuvering your hips to give yourself some stimulation as you continue to try and fit more of him into your mouth. Sliding more of him into your mouth and then back out making sure to swirl your tongue around the head. He twitches under you fighting hard not to buck too hard into your throat. Your name falls from his lips as breathy praise as you feel the tension in his body start to build. 

Right as you feel his hips stutter and his balls tighten in your hand you slide the entirety of his length out of your mouth with a pop, and push up on his abdomen with your hand to sit. A whine escapes your angel's mouth and you glance at him as you fiddle with your hair a bit as if it was getting in the way. His hair for once in disarray and breathing heavy as he stares at you.

“My love, maybe we can end this game.” he says. You quickly waggle a finger at him as he goes to move.

“I didn’t think a Primarch would give up so easily because he can't handle the feeling of a woman's mouth on his cock?” The shock of your gentle mouth being so foul stuns him, so you continue.

“Is the feeling of my mouth on your cock too much for you?” you say slowly while crawling up his chest. 

“O-of course not my love. We can continue. I will not move…I will be good.” he says the last part slowly as you brush your lips against his.

“Good” you say and watch as his eyes dart between your wet lips and your eyes a small noise escapes before he can catch it. You reward him with a deep kiss, opening your mouth so his tongue may roam and taste himself. You carefully run your tongue against his canine and he freezes. Not yet. You withdraw and he swallows hard as you shimmy back down to settle between his thighs and begin your ministrations all over again. You stop again right before he comes and crawl up again to give a quick kiss, stopping before he is satisfied to once again return to sucking his cock. The third time you stop he all but sobs and you look upwards to see the tears clearly staining his face and a look of desperation. A beautiful sight before you possibly die you think and give a soft kiss to the head of his throbbing cock. He has long stopped holding back the sound of his pleasure and is singing a beautiful chorus of moans, gasps, and your name, bucking up into your mouth and now shredding the mattress beneath him. 

“Please- my love please! I-I am so close” he begs and repeats your name again “Don’t st-stop. Please don’t stop” 

Tears fall from his eyes and he pants, those tempting canines very visible.You feel his cock jump and know he is getting close again. You slowly reach to one of those small stud earrings behind your ear and push the back of it into your thumb. You feel the skin give way to the thin piece of metal and his eyes shoot open wide as the mattress tears behind his head and his eyes snap down to you red as the blood dripping from your thumb as you smear it across his abdomen. You swiftly take all of him as deeply as you can. Before he can decide to give in to his blood thirst you see his face contort into blissed out agony as he immediately cums down your throat. He cries out followed by a strangled sob and his head slam backwards and his hips buck up almost too hard into your mouth as you try to swallow and forces more down your throat than you expect causing you to choke and have to splutter for air. As you cough and catch your breath you look back to your ruined angel panting hard with a hoarse voice, sweat beading on his skin ,and blood and cum smeared over his lower abdomen. His cock still twitching. After what seems like an eternity and his breathing has calmed you cautiously climb over his leg so you are at his side. You hear him take a deep breath through his mouth. 

“My love. What you just did…was dangerous” he rumbles, speaking slowly.

“You didn't hurt me, though.” you crawl slowly up the bed and lay a hand over his hearts. 

“I did not, I would never harm you. Next time you must warn me of your intentions.” He spoke more lightheartedly

“I wanted you to believe you wouldn't hurt me. And you behaved.” you smile and lean close to him. 

“You were a good boy.” you whisper against his lips. You hear a flutter of feathers and firm grip pulling you into a hungry kiss. 

“You- you can’t move yet” you giggle squirming in his grip and he rolls on top of you and continues velvet kisses down your neck.

“I believe it's my turn.” he murmurs against your neck. Your response breaks in your throat as a moan as you feel his fangs scrape against your jugular and his cock grind against your neglected cunt. You can let it go this time.

Hopefully part II later??

I'm gonna put the art I made of torturing the poultry on the bottom. I think they go nicely together just didn't use a bridle in the writing.