#nubin

Tulio could go two different ways

He did everything right (aka did it how he wanted ya know all proper like he's been going on about)

OR he's fucked up aka knocked her up

I'll eventually do one where he's done it all right but we support Astartes wrongs here!

tw: yandere, baby trapping, obsession, possession (normally I would tag Tulio but he's behaving)

Psychi trembled as she told him what he had already known. His companion that owns her heard the others in his employ speaking. Psychi was with child. That fact nearly sent Tulio into a paranoid fit as who else would have been able to do anything to her. But as she came and confessed to him the next thing dawned on him... she was with his child.

Rules and customs dictated that he had final say in what was going to happen to the child, if it lives or dies. It was a scandal... but Tulio knew this was something that could happen given how often he emptied inside of her. She stood there with her fingers laced as she tried not to wring her hands in fear. Tulio placed his hands on her shoulders, "How much are you worth." He asks gently.

Psychi's lip trembles as she finally tells him how much her contract was worth much to her shame. Tulio kisses her forehead as he cups her face, "I will take care of you Psychoula. Please don't cry." He says kissing away her tears as she holds his arms and cries partially out of shame and things just going wrong for her. This was not how it was suppose to go... he was suppose to marry her before he gave her a child... Tulio swallowed the panic and the worry as he held his Psychoula. Trying to calm her down as he had to remind her that she was giving him the best thing.

Bev head her head as the pregnancy test didn't lie... she was pregnant with Nubin's child. And given how old and well respect Nubin was... she sighs as Bev in the bitter part of her mind realized she was stuck with this child given who Nubin was of course most people thought the older Astartes couldn't be a father anymore but if a baseline in his 90s could then what's an Astartes in his 700s or 800s siring?

She walks down and just sits on the couch as Nubin looks at her frowning and sniffing the air. "What is it my Lord?" Bev said tiredly as she just lays down laying her head on his thigh.

"I might be wrong but I'm certain I should be smelling your bleeding." He says.

"Yeah I should be." She sits up and leans forward holding her face in her hands.

"Bev?" Nubin could feel the vile part of himself work and churn. He's not a neophyte or aspirant and Bev was hardly close to menopause... "Bev." He says killing the worry and the panic. He was not going to think about how this child might have been conceived...

"I'm pregnant my lord." She says with a sigh, "And I think we both know who the father is."

That mentally derailed the churning dragon within his mind... because of course who else was having intercourse with darling Bev besides him. He pulls her into his lap and rubs his cheek on the top of her head feeling her braids against his face. The Dragon was pleased that the Princess in his lair was heavy with his child...

Spaseniye was surprised that she was still pregnant. It had been four months since she realized she had missed her period. Five months since Zul and her had last had intercourse. And now only three hours till Zul returned to her side. She looked up at the massive decrepit superstructure in the sky that acted as the makeshift space port. She nervously ran her hand over her rounding stomach... there would be no way to hide this from him. Normally psyker pregnancies were always risky given the fluctuating hormones and other terrifying factors but since she hardly used her powers... well maybe she would be okay.

Still one of the sorcerer clans on the world knew of her pregnancy even as she kept it secret... they came around her second month and gave her crystals and other talasmains to keep her powers in check to not hurt the baby. But they were already wishing her a happy successful birth and how they were disappointed this one wasnt a psyker but that did not matter as she went to go prepare for the Warlord's return.

Zul was making a fast name for himself as his astartes broke away from him going to do what they wished to do post successful mission. For Zul he was on the hunt for his Spaseniye as the nails were too loud and to feel her hands on him... her body around his cock... her scent in his nose. Zul looked at the psyker as she bowed her head. Dressed in different flowing and formless robes. He pulls her into his arms and ignored her squirming and squeaking as he took a deep inhale of her sce-

Something was wrong. He sniffed her neck and she smelt off. She smelt wrong. Her body against him felt odd and he pulled open her billowing robed to see her breasts being larger but also her belly. But not in a way that she had gained weight... no it was a way he had seen a few times but never really cared about before but here he was... Khorne was whispering to him once again... Someone had touched his Spaseniye... someone had touched his Salvation. And that rage was rushing back in as blood dribbled out the corner of his mouth. "Who touched you." He says with a disturbed calm.

"No one Zul."

"Do not lie to me." He snarls, "They will not escape my wrath!"

"Zul please listen to me!"

He lashed out at the nearby wall needing to get his rage out anywhere but to her.

"Zul!" She cries out protecting her stomach.

"You don't need to protect them! I am here."

"Zul! It's yours. It's yours!" She says trying to calm him down and that rage evaporated.

"What."

"No one's touched me. Styx was very good at his job." She says smiling at the memories of the man that Zul made her guard after all... if someone was going to steal her he wanted someone who would either get her back or tell him who took her. "You were the last man who has touched me. Which means unless this is an warp conceived birth you are the father."

In this secluded area Zul dropped to his knees and hugged his Spaseniye. He was feeling many many emotions and he savored the fact that he could feel.

(Sorry if they feel a bit ooc. The Nubin and Zul fic have been written like a year plus after Tulio)

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