For your mating press march: Adeptus Custodes. Thatâs basically it. Let me be sandwiched and devoted to; make little children of gold. Please?
I imagine this must be ordained by the emperor.
Warnings: Arranged marriage (of a sort), Three way, making out, ball play, you get stuffed like a twinkie.
Word count: 3512
The custodes were only taken from the best houses of the best families on Terra. It had always been that way. They were expected to produce a child as a tithe and most families were glad to give a son or daughter even as soon as the day of birth. But it wasn't always feasible. Even the emperor knew this and thus had alternative options in place for such an event. That should a noble house die out, or be unable to give to the tithe, the still living sons or daughters of these houses that had joined the custodes would carry on the family line.
At least that was the explanation given to your mother and father as a ship arrived that day, unexpectedly and without any prior warning. They had a list of all the young noble women who could possibly handle the task of continuing the lines of not one, but two noble houses. Most women had been exempt on grounds of marriage or infertility or some other health related concern.
That left few to be considered, you were to be taken to the palace of Terra and endure the tests they had to run. Your parents didn't explain much when you returned home. Just telling you to be ready to leave. Not married and having no known prior health concerns you were taken that day with only enough time to gather a small handful of belongings.
It was a terrible shock but the crew sent to gather you, didn't seem to care. In their minds you should have been on your hands and knees, thanking them for giving you this honor.
After a long day of travel you were tired, you missed home and you just wanted to rest but as soon as the ship landed you were crammed into another transport that drove for several minutes before stopping again to deposit you into a facility where you were taken again with little explanation. The tests took hours and were beyond invasive. In all it left you very drained. But you kept your head up, you would not let these people see you bested.
After the tests they brought you into a smaller room. This one was much more comfortable. With a plate of finger foods to help stave off the gnawing in your belly.
A man in robes came in. He was full of augmetics and he had a data slate that he was reading from.
"Your tests have come back with sufficient perimeters. Word has been sent to your family. You are the only successful candidate. Which entails that you will stay here in the palace as such time as you have provided a suitable number of heirs." He spoke in a flat and monotone voice before leaving. "Sufficient? Heirs, plural? What does that mean?"
The door shut with a heavy thump and you were left alone again. What was happening?
An hour passed and the door slid open. A young woman in a serf's uniform came in with a big smile. It seemed forced. "Wow, you are a pretty one, and so lucky! Oh, where are my manners, my name is Jun, I'll be helping you get ready miss. There's a lot to do." Jun led you out and you pressed her for further details. "Where are we?" "Why, miss the holy palace of course." You left the smaller hall where the room had been and found yourself in a grander one. With ceilings so high you could have comfortably fit your whole house in there.
"I-I don't understand. Why am I here?" Jun looked back at you with wide eyes. "Was my lady not informed?" She pressed you more quickly into a hot steamy room, a bath, you quickly realized.
"No, my parents were talking to these people when I got home and then, I was just packed up and shipped off. I have no idea why I'm here."
Jun shook her head as she began to pull layers of clothes from you. "I'm to get you ready for the custodial guards ma'am." "The custodial guard!? But I'm not a warrior." You balked as she helped you step into the bath, giggling at your comment. "No, my lady you are for them. They require more, you are here to help two of the guardians produce heirs." The realization hit you like a warhammer. "I'm to be breeding stock?" "Why do you seem so down ma'am? It is a great honor. And you alone seemed to have met their impossibly high standards." No wonder your parents had shipped you off so quickly. If they hadn't they might have brought down the ire of the god emperor's guardians on them.
You allowed Jun to wash your body and hair, all the while she chirped about how beautiful you were and how lucky and what an honor you'd had bestowed upon you.
When she was done, she dried you off, and a few more women came in to help massage oils into your skin and comb and dry your hair, they had come with clothes of such elegant creation that it had made even your high end designs look like a ganger's rags.
You'd never looked more radiant. Your skin practically glowed and the women all gushed and pampered you. "To think, this will be your life from now on." The sentence didn't fully sink in. But you could surely get used to this. As a woman who looked a lot like Jun began to cut and shape your nails you felt your body relax. Hey, if it meant having some sex every once in a while you could do it if it entailed being treated like royalty.
At last you were ready, the women who had helped prep you brought you to another waiting room, leaving you with well wishes. A door on the other side of the room opened, a towering figure, clad in all gold stood a spear in one hand as the other raised to beckon you. You obeyed immediately, without much thought that you had done it.
"Are you the one I am to.." "No, they are waiting for you." The voice replied, from behind the grill of the helm it was hard to discern who or even what gender they are.
The walk was long and done silently the rest of the way. You had never seen such opulence. The building was like one giant art piece.
You saw more golden giants as you went. They did not move from their stations or even turn their heads. But you could tell that they followed you with their eyes. You weren't sure how.
The custodian sent to gather you stopped and you did as well. They gestured to the doors before you. They were tall and more broad.
"Well, um, thank you. Have a nice day." You mumbled a bit awkwardly to the custodian, who didn't respond and turned to leave.
The doors were unlocked as you pushed your way in. The room looked like the kind you'd seen before at your parent's fancy parties. The kind you usually didn't go into when not in use. With comfortable lounging furniture. A table of wines and refreshments was on the far wall. The only difference was the large bed that you could have laid across several times over. And of course the two towering men stood by the long table of food as you entered. They were handsome, beyond any man you'd ever met. Their faces were angular and symmetrical, one had long blond hair tied up into a bun and the other was black haired but both had similarly grey eyes. They more than met what you expected. In fact they far exceeded anything you could have dreamed of.
"You must be our bride then?" The dark haired custodian spoke. His voice had a rich quality to it, deep and velvety. But what he said had taken you by surprise. "Bride?" You asked.
"You are the woman who was brought to aid in maintaining our houses, are you not?" The blond asked, his voice wasn't as deep but it had warmth to it that his companion's did not.
"That is me, yes. I'm sorry you just referred to me as your bride so I was a bit confused."
"Well then I shall keep this simple for you." The dark haired custodian began. "You are the only candidate to make it here. The others were not up to the standards we require of all women or men who come to us for this express purpose. You have been informed of your duties I have no doubt. But there is more to it than just simple sex and reproduction. An heir cannot come from a broken home. So in accordance with the agreements set forth by the emperor and houses of old, all noble women who are brought to bear the children of a custodes must be wed to them legally."
Your head swam with the information. This was a lot more involved than you thought. "But there's only one of me. Who am I supposed to marry?"
The blond custodes stepped forward, having poured a glass of wine. He sat you on a lounger and gave you the glass. "That is what we will find out soon enough."
"I see. May I ask, what are your names?"
The dark haired custodian spoke first. "I am Zalkiel Tamit and this is Veran Tarcherus."
"It's very nice to meet you both." You smiled and gave them your name, even more nervous than you had been before.
They nodded. "Well met. You have nothing to fear from us, we are on orders not to hurt or kill you unless you attempt to harm us or attempt to escape."
"Oh! Well I wasn't planning on either of those things." You took a sip of the wine, it was sweet and you focused on the flavor instead of the nervousness you felt. "And when will we learn which of you I am to marry?" You asked quietly. "Whenever you are ready." Varen announced, he seemed surprisingly eager.
"Oh well, why wait then?" You finished your wine and set the glass on the small table next to the lounger. "Very well." Zalkiel nodded and began to pull the robes from his body, Varen did as well. You watched as their bodies, muscle bound and gargantuan were unveiled and your cheeks turned nearly as red as the wine as that included their manhood. Wow, they were tremendously nice to look at. And the thought of running your tongue over their bodies crossed your mind rather suddenly.
"Why are you still dressed?" Varen asked, as if he was genuinely perplexed. "Please inform me again how it is I will decide who I am to marry?" Zalkiel saw where your confusion stemmed from and he nodded. "We will both bed you. When you fall pregnant the one who has sired your child will be your husband." You gulped. Well there was no backing out of it. "I see. Well then." You stood and pulled the ties of your dress. It fell from you in a waterfall of fabric as you stepped out bare. Varen made a small noise of appreciation and stepped forward. His hands grasping your shoulders as he knelt down, his lips met yours and you were shocked that his first move was to kiss you, it was such a gentle and sweet gesture. You returned the kiss.
His hands traversed down your sides, more searching than anything else as if he was looking for something. Eventually he pulled away, seemingly satisfied.
Zalkiel's hands trailed up your back and you jumped, you hadn't even noticed that he'd moved. He scooped a hand down behind your knees and the other behind your shoulders. He lifted up and carried you to the bed.
Varen followed close behind. Zalkiel sat on the edge. Holding you tight against his chest as he angled you to face Varen. He took a knee again, but this time he wasn't looking for your mouth. He lowered his head down between your thighs and pressed his mouth softly to your lower lips. He kissed them softly, drawing a quiet moan from you. "She is quite reactive isn't she?" Zalkiel hummed. "My lips barely touched her." "Good, it means the fertility boosters have taken effect." "I'm sorry, the what?" You asked as Varen went back in for a proper taste. As he did Zalkiel tilted your face back to look up at him, his lips captured yours, tongue pressing in quite insistently as he began to make out with you. His calloused fingers brushed over your nipples making you hum into the kiss.
Varen had dug in, his mouth fully covering your soft mound, his tongue lapping up everything your body offered him. He could taste how fertile you were. Good timing, he thought to himself satisfied. He looked up to see his oldest friend had claimed your mouth. Zalkiel was like a brother to him. If there was anyone he'd trust to share a wife with it would be him. If all went well, their efforts combined with that of their master of genetics you could end up belonging to them both.
Varen felt the exact moment your body began to cum and he pulled away. You whined into Zalkiel's mouth, but he did not let your mouth go. Wanting to keep your mouth for himself for the moment. Varen grinned as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Despite being absorbed in the kiss you glanced at the blond custodes from the corner of your eye. His cock was nothing to sneeze at and you prepared for the burning you knew would come any moment now. But it never did, even as he pushed in, there was heat and immediate pleasure. You cried out against Zalkiel's lips. His arms barred around you and he laid back, Varen took your thighs in hand and began to thrust. You broke the kiss, mush to Zalkiel's displeasure and he expressed it by taking your shoulder into his mouth, he nipped hard enough to hurt but not enough to break the skin. Careful that he should not do any permanent damage. He pressed his face into your neck and growled. Varen was getting all of your attention now as he fucked you, all of your sweet noises were for him. Veran noticed the sour look on his friend's face and chuckled. He patted the dark haired custodian's arm twice and he let go of your body. Varen pulled out again right as you had been about to cum and you nearly swore at the giant for doing it. You didn't have time however as Varen flipped you like a pancake, putting you chest to chest with the scowling Zalkiel. Pushing back in Varen forced you forwards, Zalkiel took the opportunity to hold your chin again and bring you back into a smothering kiss. His mouth worked with yours as you took it from the behind from another custodes. His own cock had stirred from your ass pushing into it but no he had nothing to grind against. He however knew he could be patient. He would get his turn.
You however had noticed the stiff member between his legs and reached down for it. Zalkiel stiffened as he felt you grab it. Almost pulling your hand away, but he relaxed as the hand began to stroke. It wasn't nearly enough but Zalkiel liked the touches nonetheless. "She seems to like your mouth Zalkiel." Varen noted. Zalkiel hummed in response and opened his eyes to meet Varen's gaze. "What have you in mind?" He inquired, pulling away from the kiss just long enough to ask before returning his mouth to yours.
Varen motioned for him to move up the bed. Zalkiel didn't want to stop kissing you, but he humored Varen. He hauled himself up until you were between his legs. "Right there." Varen told him. He listened. "Now, why don't you have this good girl here put that mouth of hers to work elsewhere." You followed the line of logic, even if it felt like your brain had been being stirred up at the same time as your pussy. Taking hold of the cock in front of you, you kissed to tip, smearing his precum over your lips. Zalkiel watched as you licked it off, and his cock twitched in your hand at the sight. kissing his cock again, you pressed a line of them down the length, stopping only when you got to his balls. They were huge, at least from what minimal experience you had and you cupped one in your hand, one alone was enough to fill your palm. Furthermore it was heavy, very heavy. you kissed it and Zalkiel was left biting back a soft cry. He liked the way your mouth felt and in such a sensitive area, it was new to him. You kissed them again, taking both into your hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. His cock twitched and a fresh bead of precum gleamed at his tip. Giving them one last kiss, you begin to kiss your way back up, leaving a trail as you kiss and licks up the underside of his cock. Zalkiel reclined more, until you got to his tip, your lips sealed around it and you sucked, his hips jumped, forcing more of him into your mouth. You had an idea through the haze of sexual pleasure that Varen was bestowing upon you and gave his balls another squeeze. You were rewarded with a fresh slick of salty pre and you happily licked him clean, repeating the process several times. Zalkiel didn't know his mind was capable of feeling this fogged. And from the look he saw on Varen's face he knew he was experiencing the same thing.
Zalkiel could only imagine that if your mouth felt this good your pussy would be something else entirely.
Varen was finding it hard not to watch what you were doing to his best friend. Watching you work his cock he knew he needed to get some of that for himself. You leaned over you and began to drive his hips harder and his cock deeper. You seemed to loose all higher thought process as he fucked you through your first proper orgasm, then another as he growled down at you, pumping a fat load into your cervix and likely your womb.
He dismounted once he was done, allowing Valkiel to tug you up onto his lap. His cock was no less impressive and you gotta feel it first hand inside you. Zalkiel had been holding back the need to cum down your throat, even if he was tempted to he knew the most sperm would be in this first load and he needed to ensure he got as much into you as possible.
Varen settled next to the other custodes and watched him happily use your cunt to satisfy his needs. His hands had encircled your waist and you simply held on as he lifted your hips for you, and drew you back down. He grinned and gently touched your chin, when you looked over to the blond he captured your lips, kissing you deeply. You moaned and returned the kiss feverishly. As expected Zalkiel growled and pulled you away. He rolled your smaller frame under his so he fuck you and keep have more of your kisses as he plowed you into the sheets. Zalkiel hadn't known how long he would last but he felt like a man starved of something vital as his orgasm began to build again deep in his stomach. He wrapped his arms under you and held you to his chest.
He came with a groan, filling you up all the way. You laid under him, entirely stuffed and sleepy. Zalkiel rolled you onto your side and pulled you into his chest. Varen had gone and returned quickly. In his hand a plug to hold in the cum. Zalkiel helped lift your thigh and Varen slipped it in before pulling a blanket up over the three of you and settling in. You were fast asleep. "What do you think?" Zalkiel asked. "I like her, I did not think I would feel anything but a sense of obligation during this. But I believe I could be truly fond of this small woman." He brushed a bit of hair out of her face and Zalkiel nodded. "I am glad she passed inspections." He pressed a kiss to your temple and smiled. "As am I. We should let her sleep as long as her body needs." Zalkiel watched your peaceful expression with growing fondness. "Indeed, even if I am now eager," Agreed Varen, "we will get to know our wife over breakfast tomorrow."
You slept soundly as they kept watch, which was good, you would end up needing your energy for your new husbands in the morning.
