#custodes oc

So here is where we start what I’m calling the official story for Samael and his cousins:

For origin recap, Samael is still the splice clone of Sanguinius. A druhkari scientist attempted to create a weapon using Sanguinius’ DNA and Eldar DNA, but Sanguinius and the blood angels discover the plot and mount a counter attack. Sanguinius decides to keep and raise Samael as his own.

Here’s the update:

Samael is 9 years old when his father dies. The psychic backlash that causes the black rage in the rest of the chapter nearly kills him, and it’s only the quick thinking of a nearby brother that saves his life.

Samael is placed in medical stasis in a secure location until further notice, but as the events of the heresy unfold the few who were entrusted to know his location were lost.

Around this time the future of the imperium was looking bleak and it was decided that the children of the primarchs would be placed in stasis to ensure there was somewhere to restart from if needed.

The children of the traitors are collected later or put into stasis after running away in certain circumstances.

It’s not until M41 that Samael’s medical stasis pod is discovered by a group of blood angels and returned to the imperial palace to rest alongside his cousins.

In M42 a custode, Shield-Captain Almorgrah, receives a dream of her and a team of custodes raising the children to become the next leaders of the imperium.

After lengthy deliberation the title of Warden-Mother was revealed by the emperor himself and the duty was cemented in His will.

Samael was the first child to be awoken from stasis.

CW: CARTOON VOMITING

Though his reintegration was not without its issues.

Much of Samael’s early childhood was brutal under the tutelage and care of Mother-Warden Almorgrah. Compared to the loving relationship he’d had with his father, this new guardian pushed him to extremes and offered no affection.

In later years, and with subsequent experiences with the other children, the warden-mothers learn affection as closely as a custodes can.

"Yes, right there-"

Heraclast gasped, grabbing your hair. You made a little grunt of pain as she forgot her strength, pressing your face harder to her pussy. 

You worked at her clit, running your tongue under it as you sucked rythmically. Her sheer overall size meant even sucking her clit was more like sucking a small dick, and you couldn't flick it with your tongue like a baseline's, you had to swirl around the tip.

She groaned, bucking her hips into your mouth again. You tried to focus on fingering her while remembering to come up for air and focus on sucking her off. Her muscles clamped rythmically around your fingers, reacting with aching strength around them when you managed to find the rough spot of skin inside her. 

You sucked eagerly on her clit again as you pressed 3 fingers against her g-spot, hooking them up into it. Her immediate reaction made you worry bones might break, as she rolled forward onto your hand hard, muscles slamming down around your digits. 

"Harder-" she groaned, and you had to take a second to gulp air before going back in. Harder? By the throne, you were only human. Steeling yourself, you pushed all your strenght into your arm, stroking the spot inside her and fighting her muscles as they tried to push and pull you in and out. 

You decided the best route was to treat her Custodes size clit like a cock, and bob your head on it as you suck, tongue burning with effort as you ran cirlces around it and stroked under the short shaft. 

Hera bucked her hips and ground against your face in time with your movements, clearly losing some control of her strenght as she robbed you of air accidentally and tugged your hair so hard you eyes watered. 

You doubled down, matching her pace, ignoring the ache in your fingers and jaw, and were rewarded with a sweet sharp cry from her. Muscular thighs gripped around your head, burying you against her spasming cunt as she groaned your name. Her internal muscles slammed around your abused fingers, and she ground her clit against your tounge as she came.

Just when you started to see stars in your vision, you were released, Hera collapsing in a satisfied puddle beneath you. You took a sharp breath as your vison cleared, and sighed, looking down at your happy dazed lover. 

Hera's chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, her green eyes hazy with pleasure and fluttering closed. Her cheeks and chest were flush deep red, rose tinting her gold bronze skin. She pushed her messy short hair from her face, biting her lip and smiling down at you between her legs. 

"Mm…. Sorry, Love." She murmured, voice thick still. 

You smiled, finally able to slide your fingers from her. You settled your head in the crook of her hip, against her thick raised thigh. 

"It is the risk that comes with going down on the Emperor's Saint." You replied, pressing a kiss to her lower stomach. 

She chuckled, a deep raspy sound from her earlier noisiness. Her hand fell from your hair and slid down your cheek to catch your chin. She gave you a heavy lidded look, her eyes glimmering with mischevious heat.