🐝Poison Honey🐝

Rogal Dorn

“This is…acceptable.”

Rogal had not wanted to have Sevatar around at all but even he couldn’t deny the competence that he had showed. His daughter being safer with a Night Lord than with his own soldiers was a flaw that he needed to fix. Now he might open his doors for the Night Lord under certain circumstances but that doesn’t mean he will suddenly allow them to run wild in his home.

Konrad Curze

“You didn’t fail..yet.”

With Konrad it’s not about how fiercely protective he is, it’s about how long Sev wants to be alive and with his skin on. He saw the worst futures for their relationship and yet Sev managed to avoid them. For a small while it makes him doubt his visions. Maybe his daughter is safe with one of his sons after all? He needs to look at the tarot cards to calm his soul.

Sanguinius

“Azkaellon please put away your sword.”

A part of Sanguinius had expected that Sevatar would sooner or later show his real face but it suprised him that it was not his daughter that received a bloody end. Perhaps he should have a bit more faith in their relationship after all. Although his honor guard is still ready to lynch Sevatar if he breathes the wrong way at the daughter of their Primarch.

Roboute Guilliman

Theoretical: The First Captain of the Night Lords saved my daughter from certain death. Practical: I have no reasons to object their relationship. Guilliman tried to meddle in his daughter’s life but now he had to begrudgingly accept that Sev was dedicated and won’t be going anywhere. Now he had lost that battle and was reluctantly stuck with an all too gleeful Night Lord.

Corvus Corax

“Your kind is usually more cowardly.”

That Sevatar survived was expected. That Sevatar would actually save his daughter was not. When the relationship started he had been skeptical and expected it to end in someone’s death but discrediting Sevatar would make him a hypocrite himself . Corvus might not like a whole legion of sadists and criminals but maybe he can tolerate one of them around.

Vulkan

“Maybe I judged too harshly.”

Vulkan is really trying to reconcile the image of the Night Lords with the man who stand before him. From someone like Sevatar he would’ve expected way less. Still just because Sev protected his daughter, doesn’t mean he’s suddenly welcome. Everyone can do grand gestures but Vulkan wants to see consistency instead but it’s a first step he can acknowledge.

Ferrus Manus

“Your strength didn’t waver.”

The methods of the eight legion might not be to his liking but Sevatar stands out and Ferrus knows that it’s a good match after all. He’s not fond of the first captain as a person but with his own philosophy Sevatar had shown strength of body and character and he had failed to recognize it when his daughter firstly introduced them. Now he had to change his mind.

Leman Russ

“Don’t expect any privileges.”

Leman snarls as it’s revealed that it was someone else who saved his daughter instead of his own legions but a debt is a debt. Sevatar might just won a way into the fold of the Space Wolves even if he’s not received warmly. It’s hard to earn Lemans respect but Sev is coming closer to it and maybe a few more acts like that will get him a honor spot amongst the legion.

Jaghatai Khan

“So a Night Lord does have a sense of honor after all.”

Jaghatai had frowned upon their relationship from the beginning considering the reputation that the Night Lords have but Sevatar seems to be an exception from their flock. While he may never fully accept the relationship it’s not beyond him to acknowledge that despite his misgivings Sevatar might be a good match as long as Sev keeps his loyalty to his daughter.

Magnus

“Something is strange with you First Captain.”

In this instance Sev is more under his scrutiny. Sure he was not thrilled about a Night Lord taking the heart of his daughter but now he might’ve felt something like psychic energy from the first captain and he’s intrigued. He would be mora then delighted to lead Sev to enlightenment if he’s proven right. He should’ve ner doubted his daughter’s judgement.

Mortarion

“Your survival is a testament of your resilience.”

The heroic act of saving his daughter is not the only thing that fascinates him. Despite all odds the first captain survived and pulled out his daughter. Mortarion is perhaps one of the few who was not against their relationship in the first place but the protection of his daughter confirmed that she had indeed chosen right even if it’s a Night Lord.

Angron

“Good.”

For Angron the fact that Sevatar not only has the strength to hold his own but is also loyal to his daughter solidifies their relationship. His brethren should take their first captain as an example instead of following their cowardly ways. Sevatar might be the only Night Lord that ever got the recognition of Angron and he’s more than proud of it.

Horus Lupercal

“And where have YOU been you imbeciles?”

His daughter is safe and that’s what matters the most for him. While Horus had not been that fond of Sevatar being with his daughter he realizes that maybe he’s useful beyond diplomatic relations with his brother and now he’s forced to accept that the relationship isn’t ending any time soon. Now he just needs to find out where the hell his Mournival were when the attack happened.

Lorgar Aurelian

“What a blessing that you are around..”

This was a sign that Lorgar had been wrong about the First Captain. He had been hesitant to accept the connection his daughter had with a Night Lord but now it was confirmed that they were supposed to be together by fate. Such devotion to protect his daughter is remarkable and will correct his own doubts. Perhaps their relationship had been a blessing in disguise.

Alpharius/Omegon

“An interesting development.”

While it certainly comes in handy that Sevatar was dating their daughter they also believed that a part of it was just a clever ruse for the eight legion to spy on them. Hardly any of the twins believed that the feelings were genuine but they were proven otherwise. It also raises question if the First Captain might switch sides for their daughter given the right circumstances.

Lion El'Jonson He will stand tall, voice steady, offering you quiet counsel and a hand to hold. He will not speak of his relief, but his eyes will soften when you mention the future, and his presence will be a shield around you.

Fulgrim He will kiss your tears away, voice soft, calling your past a necessary step to this perfection. He will exalt you, and his joy will be woven into every word.

Perturabo In your crisis Perturabo will offer you structure, plans, a future laid out in clean lines. He will not say he is glad you are now single, but his calculations will now include you as central, and his relief will show in the precision of his care.

Jaghatai Khan He will ride close, silent, and let his presence speak. When you mention what comes next, his laugh will be lighter, and his pace will slow to match yours.

Leman Russ He will sit beside you, beer in hand, and say little. But when you speak of the future, his grin will widen, and his hand will find yours, claiming you without words.

Rogal Dorn He will offer you strength, a fortress, a future built on stone. He will not gloat, but his steady gaze will tell you that you are now his, and he is glad.

Konrad Curze He will watch you from the dark, voice low, saying that the past was a curse broken. He will not claim you, but his satisfaction will show in the way he stays.

Sanguinius He will defer to you, letting you lead, yet his wings will curl around you, and his quiet smile will betray the joy he feels at your freedom and ability to chose him.

Ferrus Manus He will press his metal hand to your shoulder, voice rough but warm. He will offer you solidity, and his joy will be in the certainty that you are now his.

Angron He will grip your hand, red eyes burning, and say nothing of the past. But his rage will quiet when you speak of the future, and his relief will show in the way he holds you.

Roboute Guilliman He will be respectful, but a few days later Roboute begins to speak of legacy, of what you will build together. He will not say he is rejoiced, but his efficiency will shift to center you, and his relief will show in his care.

Mortarion He will be cold aloud, yet his grip will not loosen. He will not speak of joy, but he will keep you close, and his silence will carry the weight of a secret thankfulness.

Magnus the Red He will see the threads of fate snap and reform, and his voice will soar with the knowledge that you are now bound to him. He will call it prophecy, and his joy will be undeniable.

Horus Lupercal He will smile, bright and radiant, and pull you into his embrace. He will speak of destiny fulfilled, of stars aligning, and of you finally being free to be his.

Lorgar Aurelian He will kneel, voice trembling, calling your loss a divine sign. You are blessed with new beginning, pressed to his chest. All while he is weeping with the beauty of what is now possible.

Vulkan He will hold you gently, tears in his eyes, and speak of healing and new life. He will not hide his relief, and his warmth will wrap around you like a promise.

Corvus Corax He will linger in the shadows beside you, silent but ever-present. Corvus will not claim your grief, but he will let you know, without words, that you are no longer alone, and that the past is gone.

Alpharius Omegon They will speak as one, voice single: "You are free. And now, you are with us." No more. No less. Their joy will be absolute, and their claim on you unshakable.

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There are those who will treat you with suspicion, needing to see the indubitable proof that the child is indeed theirs. Those are Lion El'Jonson, Corvus Corax, Perturabo, Mortarion, Angron and Alpharius and Omegon. Yet, once the proof is presented to them, they will change. You are to be venerated in a way that's hidden to the outside eyes, but obvious to those who are somehow closest to them. Your child will be trained in their ways and, well, perhaps he will be present for the next one.

Oh, this is a divine sign, a providence, a prophecy come fulfilled for him to have an heir. Of course he will embrace it, and you, with open arms. How beautiful this little family of his is now. And those are Lorgar Aurelian, Horus Lupercal, Magnus the Red, Vulkan, and Fulgrim. Come, dearest one, be venerated in his arms. Be exalted and be beloved. Your shared child will know nothing but joy, and hopefully some siblings will come around.

Yeah, you know that, this tracks. That's just how he is, so it might as well have happened. And those are Leman Russ, Jaghatai Khan. He is still slightly suspicious, because others in the past have claimed to bear the fruit from his loins, but this child has displayed nothing but his own traits, so he is here to accept it. And if you are amiable to it, he is hopeful that you will accept him as well. Yes, he was not present for those arduous months of your life. But! He is present now. And if you are once again amiable to it, he will be present for the next ones.

This is unexpected, to say the least, though kind of comical given who they are. But perhaps they simply never looked in this sort of future. And of course I'm talking about Sanguinius and Konrad Curze. But now the child is here and so is the mother. So he will for once defer to you on how you would like to act on this one. If you want him gone, so be it. But if you wish him close, he will make sure to cement himself in your life for years, if not centuries to come.

How could this be? He was careful, he was calculated, he was, well, himself. Yet the truth is before his eyes. There is a child, there is a mother, and he must take, well, the responsibility for what has happened. If you are agreeable, he is happy to have you by his side, perhaps not as his lover, (unless of course you want it) but as a matron. These are Rogal Dorn, Roboute Guilliman, Ferrus Manus. If you wish nothing to do with him, he'll still make sure that you and his child are provided for, no matter how much it costs him personally.

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Magnus

It took him weeks to track your ship down. The small craft floating aimlessly in space, a half destroyed thing without any lights.

Magnus should’ve expected that he would not find you alive at this point. The ship looked lifeless and you were not answering his attempts of communication. The psychic link you both shared had been torn when his brother broke his spine. Still up until now he had clung to the small sliver of hope that you had survived and some external factor had prevented him from reaching your mind. If you had been taken as a hostage or trophy he still would have a chance to take you back but that small mercy had been shattered when he entered the storage room.

He got down onto his knees, pulling the combat knife out with a sickening sound and cradled your broken body tightly. You were so cold and your head was nearly falling off from the gash in your neck but Magnus held you all the same, wishing that he would feel your fingers running through his hair again. His pride has not only damned Propsero but his loved one as well. You had been branded as a conspirator and held in the same contempt by the wolves like his sons, like his people.

Your soul was gone, lost somewhere in the vast sea of the warp. He lifted your body into a bag, making sure to preserve it for later. It would take time to restore your body, regrow the flesh and mend the bones and cost even more to get your soul back but he had time on his hands now and if Horus wins he still could bargain with him to grant him this one wish.

Lorgar Aurelian

Not running sooner had been your mistake.

“Do not worry my love. Tonight you will be reborn and we will purge the blinded from our ranks.”

Lorgar didn’t understand your tears but perhaps you were just confused and still clinging to the false light of the Emperor. His trusted son held your hands above your head on the altar while his legion stood around the platform. Observing, waiting as their Primarch approached you. You had been hardly passive through the whole ordeal. After realizing the danger you were in and the rumors his plans you tried to run but a mortal could never hope to outrun an Astartes, much less a Primarch. They had caught you, dragging you back kicking and screaming, tying you up in a cage and forcing you to drink that tainted wine. Preparing you to be slaughter like a lamb in the name of chaos.

“I told you it would happen.” you heard Erebus whisper to you while Lorgar took the sacred dagger from the stand. He stood above you like a god in his own right and brought the dagger down without regret. With his strength he broke through your ribcage, piercing your heart and signing your death. You felt a presence beside you or rather several of them, pulling at your soul as it was leaving your body. Fear gripped you and the entities fed upon your distress in delight. You were a worthy sacrifice.

The last thing you saw was the ecstatic tears of your once lover and the gleeful smile of Erebus.

Horus Lupercal

You heard his loud footsteps in the hallway, coming closer to your hiding spot. Horus was not himself and when you saw the black armor, the mace and the tainted look on his face, you ran and yet no one chased after you. Only his slow footsteps echoed in the hallway and you hoped that he would walk past the entrance to the maintenance room. It was too small for him anayways, the loud pipes were hiding your heartbeat and the footsteps have stopped. Surely he took another way…

His lightening claw grabbed the doorway of your hiding spot and it took all of your self control not to scream as you shuffled back from it while the metal groaned under his talons.

“I know that you are in there. Come out.” he stated and usually it would’ve comforted you if not the barely concealed disappointment and underlying anger in his voice. You remained silent, making yourself as small and pressing yourself against the wall as far away from him as possible. “Don’t you see all the lies that you have been fed? When I chose you as my consort I have hoped that you would stand you by my side no matter what l you have seen through the lies and honors that were put upon me by Him..but now you have lost your perceptive nature.”

You tried not to listen to him. Maybe you could make it to a nearby planet or a legion. Warn them about what your lover is doing consequences be damned or at least survive before one of these creatures that inhabited his ship got you.

“Either way you won’t leave this ship. I won’t allow it even if I will have to kill you myself.” he said interrupting your thoughts as he started to tear open his way to you.

Perturabo

It was the fifth time he had killed you and yet no matter how often he rebuild you he was met with the same outcome every time.

At this point Perturabo didn’t know if he felt more angry about you or more disappointed about himself. Your mechanical corpse was sprawled on the floor, artificial blood spilling from your mouth and your soul floated back into its makeshift cage, allowing him to keep you indefinitely. Magnus said your memory would be wiped and he would be able to mold you to his whims without the risk of your soul slipping into the warp and away from his grasp.

Why then was he met with the same results? He build your body from his memory, shaping every mold with his hands and when your soul was inserted you retained only the memories of your joyful months together. For a while at least. No matter what he did sooner or later your relationship deteriorated with him and when he told you about the heresy you never side with him.

Again he had been met with the same cursed words when he grabbed you by your neck as a threat during your argument and lifted you up.

“Did you not have had enough of killing your sister? Do it then if you can’t have enough blood on your hands.”

His design was flawed. But he never gave up on a project no matter how stubborn it was. Perturabo picked up what remained of you. It was time to get back to work.

Mortarion

Mortarion always admired plants. No matter how dire the conditions were, life always found a way to preserve itself and to flourish. If he could he would’ve given you a whole planet just filled with them. Until the end he had shared this passion with you and wished to someday retire far far away from the Emperor with you, build a small sanctum where you would always be content.

In a way he had gotten his wish granted. He was far away from the Imperium, surrounded by his own passion.

In his garden now stood a massive weeping willow. It bled blood when it’s bark was cut, it’s branches swayed gently when he flew closer, the face it’s core wept tears when he touched it. Even in this form you looked beautiful. Grandfather had kept his promise of giving you a new life and a new body when yours rotted away on his ship. He buried another fresh body under your roots, this time a young man that was still alive from an unfortunate ship, allowing you to draw out the sustenance that you needed to stay alive.

He flew over to touch your face. It wept again at his touch. Mortarion felt your soul in that tree but you never spoke to him. It was not the time yet then for you to awaken andyet even after centuries it was still beautiful. His weeping willow, swaying in his little garden for all eternity. Tomorrow he would make sure to bring you something more nourishing so you would grow strong and open your eyes in this new world.

Leman Russ

“Le…man..” you said as you struggled for control of your own voice and he recognized you instantly by the fang that was dangling like a trinket from your neck.

For a moment the executioner hesitated, looking at your deformed body advancing with a blade, muscles constricting as you were lead by a force much stronger than you. Your fingers were fused with the blade, your skin tainted by the warp as feathers appeared on half of your face in a cancerous growth while bones protruded from your limbs marking a transformation not yet complete.

You had disappeared after he destroyed Prospero. Your ship disappeared like a simple blip on the map, all connections cut off and for a while he believed you had deserted, he believed you had left him and became a traitor but now he had the truth in front of him. Those cursed wytches had stolen you away and made you a puppet of their arts as an answer to a planet he had rightfully burned.

Your eyes were pleading as for a split moment you managed to break free from their control and looked at him with such sadness and pain of seeing him one last time in such a circumstance before you were taken away from him again. The look in your eyes disappeared as the entity took control again and when you charged he didn’t hesitate to swing his axe with a scream, beheading you and ending your suffering for good. He had freed you from the prison of your body as one last present.

Leman would make sure to exterminate all the sons of Magnus for their sins. This was not about justice anymore, this was about revenge for his now dead lover.

Jaghatai Khan

Months had passed without an answer where he went while you were safely tucked away on Chogoris. He had told you that there was a rebellion but ever since he left to fight in a war he did not start it he went radio silent and it did not ease his worries. What if he didn’t make it on time? What if he got in troubles? What if he was dead? Would you even have a body to bury when the war was over? If it was over that is. The war seemed endless, spanning across the universe and even if his brother fell, it would not end there.

There were only so many times you could walk around the plains and feel the wind upon your skin before your soul was consumed by longing. You could’ve went out into the wilds for a few days, race through the grass and be in love. But all you got was silence and pure uncertainty of the future and you tried not to think what would happen if he never returned and Horus won.

Suddenly you heard the faint hum in the distance slowly coming closer. Looking up into the sun you did not see a thing but you were certain it was a ship! Maybe it was even his thunderhawk! You started to run towards the noise, getting more and more excited with every step. He was back and you were so certain of it that you did not think what else might’ve looked upon the planet.

“Jaghatai…” you called out but stopped in your tracks almost instantly as a shadow fell upon you. The sun was obscured by a dark craft with spikes and manic laughter that you would never hear from an Astartes.

Corvus Corax

A creature of dark feathers hid under the table, growling and hissing at him every time he came close. He had chased you through the lab, trying to catch and contain you with minimal damage. Still you bled all over the floor after you cut yourself on a piece of glass and like a wounded animal you stopped running and started to bare your teeth, defending yourself and trying to fend him off.

Corvus slowly came closer to you, grabbing you with a towel and pulling you out from under the table, wrapping you in it and holding you in his arms. He felt your claws dig into his chest and barely flinched when you bit him again. Those damned Alpha Legionaries had not only affected his sons through sheer sabotage but also the only person he had loved. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to raise his hand to kill you. With you there was still a possibility to find a cure. He just needed more time to find it.

He had been foolish enough to keep you in his lab, hoping that you would be safe and untouched by the heresy. But now he regretted not leaving you with his remaining sons. You would be much more safer away from him. Corvus dimmed the glaring lights that were causing him a headache and even you slowly stopped growling. How much of your consciousness remained was unknown to him but seeing you behave like an animal didn’t give him much hope. He scratched the black feathers around your neck, making you slowly calm down.

You did not share his enthusiasm and his efforts to bring you back. All you cared about was when you would get your piece of meat and him entering your sanctuary on a daily basis. Waiting for the moment when he would turn his back to you.

Lion El‘Jonson

“Luther..don’t do this. It’s not worth it.” you pleaded again when Luther came around and you sat up even when it was difficult with tied hands. “Let me talk to him..I will change his mind and you will make up again.”

In truth you had no interest of mediating between them anymore. Over the years you had tried to bridge the gap that grew between him and Lion and in your own opinion the treatment Lion gave out was not fair but since when was betrayal a better option? Keeping you in a tower was not sustainable either. Lion would notice your disappearance and the lack of an answer from your ship. He would come for you and kill Luther no matter what had tied them together in the past.

“You don’t need to do it anymore. I don’t need his false companionship.” Luther said coldly as he entered the room fully. “I’ve had enough of him and his leadership. Of being left behind on this planet while he crusades across the universe.” his gaze made a shiver run down your spine. “Save yourself your words. If he cannot listen, then he will feel.”

“Luther…?” you said as he locked the door behind him and took out a dagger from his belt, his intention oh so clear to you now.

“He’s on his way and will arrive very soon in orbit.” he said looking down at you and gripping the blade a bit harder. “Don’t worry. In comparison to him I still like you but you are still his consort. I will make it quick for you.”

Roboute Guilliman

Calth was suffering under the casualties and still Guilliman charged forward to his residence on that planet. Trying to get to you before it was too late. It had been a prosperous and relatively safe world under his rule and would’ve had a great future if not for the civil war across the universe. Naturally you wanted to visit it and while he had no time to accompany you, he had allowed you to go anyways, sending only a few Astartes with you. By all means it should’ve been enough to keep you safe.

His biggest strength became your demise. But how could he have know that his brother became a treacherous snake? Guilliman didn’t even need to get into the country yard when the burning smell had met him. The residence was on fire, the remains of the servants impaled on spikes and in the middle of it a pyre with a charred corpse. Runes were carved into the naked body that still pulsed with power, ensuring a prolonged suffering. The few men he had send with you hadn’t been nearly enough to fight the hordes of heretics that assaulted the residence relentlessly.

Guilliman didn’t doubt that every Ultramarine had laid down their life honorably in order to protect you but it simply was not enough. He reached out a hand to touch your burned body and it crumbled under his fingers as soon as the runes served its purpose.

Theoretical: He had no way to know that his brothers would betray them and your fate was unavoidable. Practical: Theoretical is irrelevant. He is responsible of your death through his lacking planning of your defence.

Angron

You knew that Angron had been close to death. The nails were digging into his brain, causing him agony in every waking moment and despite everything the Emperor had let him suffer, had allowed the high riders to kill the rebellion and denied him a dignified end along with his gladiators and slaves. You hated his father with all your souls and more often than not wished for someone to put the Emperor in his place. What right did he have to treat his sons like disposable tools?

How long your lover had was unknown and a part of you had already buried him as the moments of sanity were getting rare. The relationship was coming to a tragic end and it would not be long till either you or him would die. Still the hope never left you that you would find a way to be with him. How fortunate it was that his brother Lorgar came along at the right time and gave you both your salvation!

Angron came back changed. The whole legion was starting to change and yet you hardly minded it. You didn’t fear the change. In fact you looked at your love with reverence. And when he ordered his legion to bring him three hundred skulls to build him a throne, you went along with pride to the thrall decks.

“Blood for the blood god! Skulls for the skull throne!” you yelled alongside the others while a righteous fury filled your heart. Horus was right to betray his father who was just a tyrant in disguise and you would follow your lover and get the revenge that he was due. Finally you could be by his side forever.

Konrad Curze

“I won’t serve you, Talos.” you said as you glared at him while your hands felt numb.

Weeks ago you would’ve cried in such a situation, sitting on the floor on the deck of their ship, hands chained to a pipe above your head and. But now you did not have any tears left. All had dried out when you first saw the severed head of Konrad, when he had slowly lost his mind in his dark chambers, when Sevatar had disappeared. Your life was in shambles and the Night Lord in front of you clearly wanted to see you suffer more. Still years spend on the Nightfall made you almost desensitized to the whims of his sadistic sons a dm you felt no fear when you looked at the dark eyes and pale skin.

“I don’t need your service.” he said after a moment of silence “but neither can we let you go.”

“The what do you want from me apothecary?”

“You were the consort of a traitor Primarch and now he’s dead. You know in which position that puts you.” and oh did you know that. In the eyes of the Imperium you were just as much of a traitor as your husband. To the traitors you were nothing more than a thrall or decoration. For their own legion you were a trophy, a symbol of status, the last thing that remained from Konrad. If they knew you’re alive everyone would want to have a piece of you. Quite literally.

“We have decided to keep you alive.” Talos continued, approaching you and slicing through the chains “As a way to honor our dead father. The odds are not in your favor consort and you’ve lost your influence. Take my coin and get used to your new life.” and something more humiliating couldn’t have happened. From a consort, you were reduced to a thrall.

Sanguinius

He knew that he would die. Sanguinius had seen it in his visions and made his peace with it a long time ago that this future was a possibility. At the same time it made him all the more vigilant about your own well being. He loved you and you should’ve had a long and fulfilling life under his wings.

That fateful day he had felt restless, barely able to sit through the briefing. His body screamed to go and find you but the lack of a vision kept him in place and he brushed it off on missing you. Till now his visions were reliable and he trusted that he would see if something would happen to you. Only when the feeling of wrongness became too much did he finally relent. His essence screamed that something was wrong, a sacred bond was severed and the coppery scent of your blood led him to the gardens you so favored.

Eyes so akin to his met his gaze, pupils constricted and yet not seeing him or his honor guard. Blood dripped down from the mouth of one of his sons who was kneeling on the grass over a body. Your body, still warm while your head nearly fell off your shoulder from having your throat torn out by an Astartes. The whole day your guard behaved strange and a cut on your hand by a mere branch was enough to set him off like a viscous animal, tackling you to the floor and biting into your flesh.

Sanguinius only woke up when he was covered in blood standing over your body in the same spot where his son had stood. Feathers and limbs were littering the floor around your corpse while his honor guard didn’t dare to approach him. How could they when one of their own killed the consort.

It couldn’t be. He couldn’t prevent his own death but he could’ve prevented yours. If just a vision had come to him, if he’d just listened to his gut feeling, if he just came to you a few minutes sooner you would be alive. Why could he see his own death but not yours?

Vulkan

‘By the Emperor…what had been done to him..’ you thought horrified as you looked at your lover from a safe distance.

Perhaps it had been a gut feeling that Vulkan had to send you away despite your protests before he set out to meet with his brothers. In hindsight it had been the right call. You should not have to endure the horror of witnessing his capture or being targeted yourself.

Vulkan trashed in agony, his red eyes wide and manic while the phantoms of the past still tormented him. A supporting hand came down on your shoulder. One of his sons had sworn to protect you while his Primarch couldn’t and would guard you till the end. Tears streamed down your face and you couldn’t watch his pain anymore, couldn’t hear his screams and turned away allowing his son to embrace you and lead you away.

Now half mad he didn’t even recognize you anymore. You were just another stranger, another enemy that tortured him. Comforting him was out of the question unless you wanted to be counted as a casualty and even if he regained his sanity, your relationship was in shambles. All of your instincts screamed against leaving him alone but what could a baseline do to help a Primarch? Not all things that are broken can be restored and all you can do is pick up the pieces and carry on.

Rogal Dorn

While the understanding of the universe unfolded for him like a flower, Perturabo never understood what his brother had seen in you.

By all means you were just a baseline. Weak, easily assailable and killed. No match for a Primarch. Even now you looked pathetic, dangling in an iron cage that hung from his ceiling on the commander deck while he tilted it just enough to get a better look. It had no tactical benefits and he had more secure and crueler places on his ship where he could keep you hidden and yet it had been a fancy of him to keep you around so you could witness the destruction.

The Imperial Fists really didn’t know how to protect what was dear to their Primarch and it had been almost insulting how easy he had gotten you. He let the cage go, making it swing and you fall back to the bottom of it with a small thud. The broadcast would start soon and he wanted to be on time to see the Primarch of the seventh legion.

“For someone who is titled ‘the Vigilant’ you let your beloved slip away unnoticed.” he muttered to himself.

Would he try to get you back? Would Dorn sacrifice his men for one mortal human? Or would the pragmatist in him win, leaving you for dead in his hands? Perturabo wanted to see everything and most of all the face of his brother when he sees you in your little cage, dangling from his sanctum. It held no tactile benefits but it brought him satisfaction knowing that he had taken what had belonged to Dorn.

Fulgrim

“You know I did not mean it my love but you simply forced my hand.” you heard his annoyed voice in the background while he poured himself more wine “Is it so hard to listen to me? All you need to do is to submit to me. Perhaps I should send you to Fabius for a few weeks. That would teach you how to keep your mouth shut!”

In a normal world the strength of his hand would’ve killed you, crushed your skull with ease. But this was his realm and all it did was leave some bruising on your face from the slap you received. You did not know the reason what had set him off. Maybe it was you talking back to him one too many times, maybe it was your refusal to accept the corruption that seeped from him or it was the way you had tried to run away. Whatever it was it was the final testament that the man you loved was gone forever. The Fulgrim you knew and loved would never have raised his hand against you or forced himself upon you. In front of you was a monster in the body of your lover.

“Now now..” Fulgrim drew out as he picked you up with one set of hand, slowly tightening his coils around you again, leaving you gasping for air. “Don’t cry. I’m sorry my love. All I want for us is to be happy.” he said sweetly in his old voice and caressed your check. For a moment you were transported back to your first years of courting him but it shattered when he opened his mouth again and you heard the corruption in the back of his throat.

“But I have to admit you look so pretty when you cry.”

Alpharius/Omegon

“I want to go home…” you begged again while you slumped in your seat. They had given you something to be more pliant while they shipped you off to somewhere. “Please..let me go home.”

“This is your home.” one of the brothers said but you doubted it was a Primarch that you were facing. There were five astartes that surrounded you on the thunderhawk. None of them were your lovers. You were so sure of it that two of them were just pretending and you recoiled from his touch when he reached for you. All he did was strap you into the seat properly. Something had happened and led the legion into disarray. You had tried to run but hands had snatched you before you could make it far enough.

“I want Alpharius…” you said and were met again with the same answer that led you in circles “I am Alpharius.”

It was frustrating and you wanted to cry. Where were your lovers? Where was the thunderhawk going? Why can’t they just let you go?!

“It’s alright. We are nearly at our destination. No one will be able to find and hurt you.” the Astartes said as he started to press a cloth to your face and muffling your struggles. Injecting you with a sedative would’ve been easier and less messy but they were running out of supplies and needed it for later. Besides a drenched cloth worked just fine and he felt your hands stop hitting him. Ten minutes till landing was enough to silence you.

Eats it like a normal person and cracks the shells open for the seeds: Lion El'Jonson, Roboute Guilliman, Jaghatai Khan, Vulkan.

Only eats them if they are already shelled and neatly arranged into perfect bites: Fulgrim, Magnus the Red, Lorgar Aurelian, Rogal Dorn, Sanguinius.

Crunches the whole thing like the menaces to society they are: Leman Russ, Mortarion, Konrad Curze, Alpharius and Omegon.

Do not like them at all: Angron, Perturabo, Horus Lupercal, Ferrus Manus, Corvus Corax.

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All he see now is a road full of flowers, mutual understanding, and love. He never expected to find this in this galaxy. So, as surprising as it is, he will hold on to this chance in order to afford himself a measure of peace that otherwise seems unattainable. You are to be venerated, cherished, and gilded. So yes, forfeit your freedom for his sense of the greater future to come.

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Leman Russ likes casual nudity - he doesn't really think that clothes are necessary when you two are alone, and in general fenrisian culture doesn't see nudity as something inherently bad and sinful. So yeah, you will see his bare fluffy ass quite often. The thing is - he awaits the same from you and do I need to say that his sons are not great with boundaries as well and just can open the door without warning?

Magnus has a disgusting habit of reading your thoughts. Don't be mad - he does this subconsciously and if you realise that, just call him out, he will stop and apologise. But it's still nit very nice of him. ​He has a problem with "accidental magic" in general.

Whenever he’s deep in thought or emotionally invested in a story, objects around him start to levitate or change color. You often find your tea mug floating near the ceiling, and Magnus doesn’t even realize he did it.

Guilliman's biggest problems come from him working too much. ​

His day is strictly scheduled by the hour, and he wakes up at the exact same time every morning, down to the very minute. Trouble begins whenever the plan changes and he needs to be woken up at a different time. That’s when you find out that Roboute is such an incredibly heavy sleeper that it would probably be easier to rouse a Necron from its slumber than to wake him.

​And then, there’s the reality of what happens underneath all that armor during those long hours. One day, you carelessly decided to cheer up hard-working husband. You quietly slipped under his desk, asked him to spread his legs, unlatched the protective plate covering his under-suit, undid the rest, and...let’s just say it felt like you'd kissed Nurgle himself. As it turns out, sweat and other things tend to stagnate in those suits if the wearer sits motionless for hours on end.

​Roboute is still ashamed of that incident to this day.

Vulkan SNORES. Like he's really loud, it can be really difficult to sleep next to him.

Ferrus likes to gossip in public, but physically can't whisper - his voice is too strong and deep. The worst part is he doesn't even realise that.

Fulgrim is prone to allergies, and in the spring when the abandoned fields and mines of Chemos start to bloom he begins to sneeze like every 30 seconds, his voice taking on a pathetic, nasal twang from his blocked nose. Big E really fucked up working on his immune system.

Mortarion smells like shit. Barbarus is a planet of swamps and miasma, so sometimes he doesn't realise that he's stinky. Just tell him about it and he'll manage the issue immediately.

Curze can smell like shit as well, and he isn't used to hygiene at all. He could go for weeks without washing, and he has yellow teeth and matted, greasy hair. You had to do a lot of work to get him used to it. For example, you flatly refused to hug or kiss him if he hadn't brushed his teeth or showered in at least a couple of days. To your surprise, it worked perfectly, and he started taking care of himself.

​Also, he’s a casual nudist, just like Russ. He doesn't care about social norms at all. If someone sees him naked, that’s their problem, they shouldn't have been unlucky enough to have eyes today.

Lorgar constantly asks you dumb shit like "would you love me if I were a worm?"

Lion tosses and turns constantly in his sleep. He also has a habit of hugging you so tightly that he nearly chokes you, or he might roll over and pin you with his entire weight - to the point where you’re already imagining how everyone in the Imperium will talk about the incredibly stupid death of the Lady of Caliban.

Perturabo has a habit of sneezing very fucking loudly and without warning. No, really he can sneeze right in the middle of a sentence with such force that you have short tinnitus after that, and then just keep on talking as if nothing happened.

Angron is a total pig at the table. He eats with the same grace as a pack of Tyranids devouring a corpse, as if he hadn’t been fed for a month. You have your work cut out for you trying to teach him how to behave properly.

Rogal Dorn sometimes interrupts you. He doesn't do it because he isn't interested in what you have to say; on the contrary, he loves his wife and adores chatting with her. It’s just that he struggles to sense the rhythm of a conversation and doesn't quite know when it's his turn to speak, so he constantly cuts in because he’s eager to add his own thoughts.

Jaghatai can’t sit still. He’s always fidgeting with something in his hands or checking his gear. Sometimes, while talking to you, he’ll start examining the patterns on your clothes, and it looks like he’s not hearing a word you’re saying, but that’s not true. He hears every single thing you say.

Alpharius and Omegon constantly forget that they haven’t told you something.

"You told her we had a meeting two hours earlier today, right?"

"I thought YOU were the one who reminded her!"

This happens all the time.

Corvus is constantly scaring the hell out of you. You’ll get used to it eventually, but the way he just appears out of nowhere is unnerving and still makes you jump every single time.

Oh, and you’re constantly surrounded by a flock of birds, so sometimes having bird shit on your clothes is just part of the aesthetic, you might as well get used to it.

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Malcador is constantly complaining and grumbling about EVERYTHING: the weather, the servants, the Emperor, his aching knees, and even you. Sex with him is a nightmare, any sudden movement can ruin his mood. One time, you accidentally dislocated his collarbone.

"Stop...squeezing me, I want to last a bit more"

"Fym you want me to become more loose? Call Neoth, he'll help us, you old fucker?"

Emperor also couldn't care less about social norms he’ll pinch your ass, smack it, or french kiss you in public, all while throwing in some crude, filthy joke. Sometimes you think he'd fuck you right there after one bottle of amasec.

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Perturabo

When Perturabo tells you to come to him it’s almost like an order. Somehow he had managed to track you down from the open sea to the shores and you’re likable enough for him to consider you as a partner. He would not risk fucking you in the open since your weak body would probably swallow too much water. You doubt his ability to thrust into you at first but he pins you down in the sand, tearing at your clothes, his massive cock rests on your stomach, making your jaw drop. By the smirk on his face, he will make you swallow your words.

Rogal Dorn

Sex on ice is tricky and outright impossible in the cold water but life finds a way and when summer comes Dorn has already worked out the logistics of mating with you. The pebbles of the stony beach dig into his back, the cool winds whip around you but it only adds to the sensation of you riding him, meeting his small thrusts halfway and allowing him to nibble on you. You notice the way he enjoys the sting and bite him, making him come within seconds, leaving you both panting with exertion. Oh it’s gonna be a long summer.

Konrad Curze

It all starts when you dare to lean over your boat and put a kiss on Konrads lips. For a moment he’s stunned and you’re ready to apologize before he leaps out of the water, pulling you into the water by the nape of your neck. For a moment you panic being in dangerous waters but all the fish had scattered away, leaving only him swinging to you. Your lips meet again, he draws blood and you have to readjust his hands on your body before breaks something. And slowly the terror of the night adjusts, grows softer while you peel away all his layers.

Sanguinius

Sanguinius is like a sweet fruit that lays in the in the shadow of a tree, relaxing, ready to be plucked and you can’t help but join him. You lazily make out as the minutes pass between you before he takes it a step further, pulling you under him, his teeth grazing your neck. You know he would never hurt you on purpose but the underlying danger in his claws, teeth and coiled muscles add to the allure of him and as soon as he tastes blood he falls into a frenzy, thrusting into you like a madman while his eyes become hazy. His love tastes like copper.

Roboute Guilliman

It’s been a while since you saw Roboute so lively, almost restless. It’s mesmerizing to watch his blue tail shine in the water as he swims around your boat. He impresses you, brings you a present and seals the deal with a hesitant kiss. While he’s unfamiliar with your body, he learns quickly, sucking on your nipples, pulling in his claws while he fingers you and finds the sweetest spot that makes you tense in his arms. A part of him knows that you two might be too different but he’s willing to try and learn how to love you.

Corvus Corax

It was normal that he gave you small trinkets when you were out on sea at night. Some of them were like amulets that were there to protect you, sometimes it was jewelry. This time it was a clam that he placed in your hands, waiting for either acceptance or rejection. Corvus will gladly be your oyster knife, pulling you at dusk into the water and keeping you till dawn. He fucks you softly by his standards, not biting you too hard and licks all the wounds before bringing you back to your boat, staying even when the sun blinds him.

Vulkan

The evenings suddenly grow longer the more he spends time with you and even if it’s wrong he can’t help but fall hard for you. Gives you a lot of kisses and the warmth of his body is a great contrast to the cool water. Vulkan is large and lets you take the lead, sitting on his tail and touching him however you want . The last thing he wants is to accidentally hurt you in such an intimate moment. He caresses you with his large hands, feeds you small pieces of fruit and encourages you with words to take him deeper till you both are in bliss.

Ferrus Manus

It’s only right for him to choose a strong partner for mating and when he comes up from the depths of the sea and who is better suited for him than the person who keeps surviving through hardships? It’s a straight forward proposition to mate with him and Ferrus has demonstrated already that he’s perfect partner for you. He supports you with his hands, helping you ride his massive cock and letting him fill you out completely while you throw your head back in ecstasy. It’s utterly perfect and Ferrus knows he had chosen right.

Leman Russ

Teases you the whole winter with only kisses and fleeting touches. If Leman could he would’ve already pulled you into the water for hours but sadly that would cut the fun short. Again when summer comes he already knows all the warm spots he can take you to and give you a good pounding. It’s in his instinct to mate and clearly he found the perfect partner in you. Days are spend simple, hunting together and you taking his cock till the season gets colder again and he returns you back to your home, satisfied and content.

Jaghatai Khan

It’s the kind of love that doesn’t have any roots. Jaghatai migrates with his sons a lot but every time he comes back he makes sure to visit you, not only to bring you gifts from around the world but also to spend time buried between your legs. Those moths are fleeting but passionate, meeting nearly every day at the beach, having him fuck you on all fours in the water or straddling him while his hands help you take his cock faster and faster till your hole clenches around him, till the sea calls for him again and he can’t resist it anymore.

Magnus

The forbidden fruit of knowledge is way too sweet to resist and Magnus is all yours. He observed the animals on land for decades and now he wants to feel it for himself what it’s like to be loved by someone other than a sea creature. He courts you for a long time and when you say yes to mate with him, he’s beaming with excitement. Suck him, ride him, tie him down against a shipwreck, he will endure whatever you give him even if he risks drying out on land. Slowly he starts to understand why people enjoy sex so much.

Mortarion

For many species the island that Mortarion inhabits is the perfect spot to find a mate and create new life. It bustles with life and even he isn’t indifferent to it since he had met you. It’s unexpected that you fall for him too, going into the water with him and letting him indulge in your delicious body, laying you down in the shallow end and pounding you into the sand. After being in toxic and radioactive waters for too long it’s a stretch to say that he will be able sire anything a fish can dream, right? After all there is still a chance it’s possible.

Angron

It takes a different kind of courage, bordering on foolishness to get into the water with such a beast. But the attraction is strong enough for you to risk it all, getting into the water and inviting him to take a bite. It’s a thrill seeing Angron’s red fin flash in the water before he grabs you, his claws sinking into your thighs and nearly drawing blood while he fucks into you from behind. It’s brutal, it’s bloody and you hold onto that fateful buoy for dear life but when he licks along your wounds you know you don’t want it any other way.

Horus Lupercal

The moment he saw you, Horus knew you would be his. But the way his rivals had been looking at you rubbed him the wrong way, making his claws itch. No wonder he fucks you like he’s possessed, leaving bite marks and bruises that would be visible for days and for everyone. He makes you moan, swearing that you would only be his till the end. It’s almost like a marriage vow. Resting his head on your chest while his cock is still half hard in you he feels at peace, knowing that no other merman would dare to touch what is his.

Lorgar Aurelian

How can you say no when he had already decorated a spot on the rocks of his shrine with shells, crystals and pretty stones, rolling out a rug that you had given him just to make it comfortable? Your joining isn’t just sex to him, it’s a collision of two worlds, when he has you on your back and worships you with his tongue between your legs and that’s just the beginning. Mating with him goes on for hours through different stages and rituals. That being said as soon as you joined there will be no one else for Lorgar but you for life.

Alpharius/Omegon

They take you at the same time, luring you into the water for a good time and oh boy it is when you feel two cocks stretching out your hole, taking turns thrusting into you like there is no tomorrow. Teeth graze your shoulders and neck, restless hands explore your body and hold you in place, making sure that nothing slips out of you as they come with a grunt. Of course the little threesome doesn’t need to end with the mating season, you can come to them any time. Maybe you will be up for a second round too.

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Emperor of (Fish-) Mankind

Rejoice! You have been chosen by someone who is worshipped as a god on land. You should be proud as you are taken into the waters by gentle hands, that take off your ceremonial clothes. He comes alone to you without his golden warriors, taking you to safer shallows where you wouldn’t be interrupted, laying his body on the sand and making you ride his cock till you see stars. He already has twenty sons but with the way he pushes his release into you he might get one more or several quite soon.

Malcador

Go for Lion El’Jonson if you want to be treated nobly, even if slightly cautiously. He will keep you under lock and key, behind tall walls and a veil of secrets, but he will always make sure that you are treasured and your voice is heard.

Go for Fulgrim if you want to be venerated, exalted, and always on a hunt for another way to perfect perfection itself. His Legion will adore you too, constantly competing for the scraps of your attention.

Go for Perturabo if you want someone who seems to hate the entire world to make an exception and be that way just for you and you alone. You're his masterpiece.

Go for Jaghatai Khan if you want your life to be a never-ending adventure, wild but sweet as well. He can promise you that.

Go for Leman Russ if you want a wild community to come alongside your love, where you will be teased, tested, sometimes baited, but always, always protected.

Go for Rogal Dorn if you cherish frankness, directness, and absolute lack of filter. Because while he says what’s on his mind, you can at least always be secure in the fact that he hides nothing from you and in fact simply seeks how to fortify his relationship with you.

Go for Konrad Curze if you are not scared of doom and gloom and you understand fatalism on a level very few can achieve. In the world so bleak you're to be his shining star

Go for Sanguinius if you dream of sweet and tender love with just a hint of doom. Yet until the hour strikes, you will be adored and loved in a way you never thought was possible.

Go for Ferrus Manus if you like uncovering layers of complexity in order to see the person underneath all that armor. He will not disappoint you. Ever.

Go for Angron if you understand that appearances and acts can be off-putting at first, but they are simply masking the deep hurt underneath, and it takes truly a unique person to be let in after all the hurt that has transpired.

Go for Roboute Guilliman if you want your life to have structure, direction, and a sense of safety that otherwise seems impossible. He will make it possible. For you and you alone.

Go for Mortarion if you can endure his sourness, because in return he promises steadfastness, frankness, and a bastion that will never decay for as long as he draws breath.

Go for Magnus the Red if you wish for the mysteries of the Universe to be your shared passion and topic. You will learn things you never knew were conceivable by a human mind, and you will have your ever-loving partner at your side to brave the ocean of the unknown with you.

Go for Horus Lupercal if you want fame, recognition, and the submission of billions of trillions before you. You are his chosen one. He will make them kneel before you.

Go for Lorgar Aurelian if you want to be made into a god. He will worship you on the altar of his own creation. And for once in his life, he will never take anyone’s opinion over yours.

Go for Vulkan if you want community, strength, and kinship that seems ironclad, forged in fire, built to withstand aeons at a time. He is here for you, and he will treasure you like no one else will.

Go for Corvus Corax for the type of love that does not draw attention to itself and instead shields you from the public eye, allowing your comfort, closeness, and tenderness that is not common otherwise in this galaxy, so far, far away in the future.

Go for Alpharius&Omegon if you are, in turn, as crafty as they are. This will be a constant game of cat and mouse, but one that they will not let you lose, yet not let you win either. A constant teasing state. But you will never be bored.

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- Lion El'Jonson

Favorite body part: Thighs and the soft crease where thigh meets ass. He’s obsessed with thick, powerful legs he can grip and bruise.

Loves to cum on: Inner thighs and the underside of the ass. He wants to watch it drip down slowly while you’re still trembling.

- Fulgrim

Favorite body part: The entire elegant line of the back and spine, especially the dimples right above the ass, and a graceful neck he can bite.

Loves to cum on: The small of the back and those perfect lumbar dimples. He’ll paint you like a canvas and admire his work.

- Perturabo

Favorite body part: Wide hips and a strong, thick ass he can grab hard enough to leave fingerprints in the flesh.

Loves to cum on: Deep between the ass cheeks or right on the lower back after bending you over his workbench.

- Jaghatai Khan

Favorite body part: Tight waist and athletic legs built for riding. He loves gripping something that can keep up with his speed.

Loves to cum on: Stomach and tits. He wants to see it splashed across your front while you’re panting and sweaty.

- Leman Russ

Favorite body part: Tits and a soft, biteable neck/shoulders. The bigger and softer the better, something he can bury his face in.

Loves to cum on: Tits and face. He wants you marked, messy and smelling like him.

- Rogal Dorn

Favorite body part: Strong shoulders, broad back and a solid ass he can slam into without worry.

Loves to cum on: Ass and lower back. Practical, possessive and leaves you dripping while he admires how well you took him.

- Konrad Curze

Favorite body part: Pale skin that marks easily: neck, inner thighs and anything he can sink his teeth into.

Loves to cum on: Face and throat. He wants to see his seed running down your chin while you look up at him with those scared/pretty eyes.

- Sanguinius

Favorite body part: The curve of the hips, waist and elegant collarbones. He’s almost worshipful about beautiful, angelic proportions.

Loves to cum on: Chest, neck and collarbones. He makes it look poetic even when he’s painting you white.

- Ferrus Manus

Favorite body part: Ass and thick thighs. Something solid he can grip with those metal hands without immediately breaking you (he tries).

Loves to cum on: Ass, especially after pounding you from behind. He wants to watch it run down your crack.

- Angron

Favorite body part: Anything he can bruise and mark. Neck, tits, hips... the more damage the better.

Loves to cum on: Face and open mouth. He wants to see you choke on it and wear it like a trophy.

- Roboute Guilliman

Favorite body part: Soft stomach, wide breeding hips and a plush ass he can hold while he’s being efficient.

Loves to cum on: Deep inside or right on the stomach so he can watch it pool in your belly button.

- Mortarion

Favorite body part: Neck and throat (easy to choke) and surprisingly soft, pale skin he can defile.

Loves to cum on: Throat and chest. Bonus points if you’re coughing and gasping while covered.

- Magnus the Red

Favorite body part: Eyes and mouth but physically he’s addicted to a supple waist and an ass he can spread wide while he studies every reaction.

Loves to cum on: Face, tongue and glasses (if you’re wearing any). He finds it intellectually arousing to ruin something beautiful.

- Horus Lupercal

Favorite body part: Tits, hips and that perfect little spot right under the jaw he can kiss before he ruins you.

Loves to cum on: Tits and face. The Warmaster wants to see you absolutely glazed and still begging for more.

- Lorgar Aurelian

Favorite body part: Soft throat and plush tits he can squeeze while whispering scripture. He loves watching them bounce as he fucks you like a holy offering.

Loves to cum on: Your face and open mouth. He wants to watch his thick seed coat your tongue and drip down your chin while you kneel like a devoted supplicant.

- Vulkan

Favorite body part: Everything soft and warm like big tits, thick thighs, a plush body he can hold against his hot skin.

Loves to cum on: Tits and stomach. He wants you dripping with his heat, literally.

- Corvus Corax

Favorite body part: Neck, shoulders and a lithe, flexible body he can bend into any position in the dark.

Loves to cum on: Back and ass while taking you from behind. Shadowy, possessive and silent.

- Alpharius/Omegon

Favorite body part: Whatever confuses and overwhelms you most. Usually throat and ass at the same time.

Loves to cum on: Both ends. One in the mouth, one deep inside or across the face. They like symmetry in their mess.

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- Emperor of Mankind

Favorite body part: Your tight throat and fertile hips. He loves gripping that perfect waist while claiming what belongs to him by divine right.

Loves to cum on: Deep inside you or across your face and tits. He wants you marked and overflowing with the seed of a god.

- Malcador the Sigillite

Favorite body part: Soft neck and supple ass he can squeeze while whispering forbidden truths in your ear.

Loves to cum on: Your face and open mouth. He enjoys watching the old man’s load drip down your chin as you kneel before him.

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