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Passing - Our muses have a one night stand He had seen her before, he never forgot a face. He knew she was significant in some way, though that he had yet to discern. As it was, he crossed his legs at the ankles and nursed a cup of tea in his huge hands. The warmth fed through to his palms and he regarded the woman with cool blue eyes. Instead of the shivering fear that he normally felt from those in his presence, he saw only warmth. Eyes the colour of honey met his, plumes of thick black hair fell behind an almost perfectly symmetrical face and a soft mouth formed into a smile. “I am afraid my mistress is not here,” she said, her voice a soft purr. “I am at your disposal according to her wishes, my name is Shari.”“I have seen you before,” he stated. Perhaps not the most polite first words but he was in no mood for games.The woman, if indeed that was what she was, nodded her head, “I have attended my mistress for centuries now, I have seen you before as well, though my place is usually in the shadows.” Her eyes lowered to the floor, though her smile did not leave her face. Ahriman nodded, now able to place where he had seen her. She was the one who brought drinks, who tended to the rooms in which he stayed. She was the one who made sure his needs were met while he was here, though she remained out of sight as much as she could. A nameless serving girl until now, he wondered what had changed.He could dismiss her and sleep, he knew he was tired enough to do so. Yet he did not. She reminded him of someone; she could have been from Prospero for all he knew – she looked the part most certainly. He sipped some more of the tea and searched her face. “Where are you from?” he asked.“A small, back-water city on a world that no longer exists,” she said. “The name of which is Korzuk.” He had never heard of it.“What is it like there?” he asked.“Nothing is there anymore,” she replied, “But if you wish to know what it was like before it was destroyed, then I will tell you.” He simply nodded, wanting to hear someone speak of something meaningless rather than talk in circles.“It was no paradise Lord,” she said. He held up a hand and shook his head.“There are no titles to be had when I am here, if you cannot use my given name, then Ahriman will suffice.” Once more, she inclined her head, a small smile on her face.“Very well Ahriman,” she said. “It was no paradise, but it was home. It was an Agri world that served an Imperium far too vast for the inhabitants to comprehend. We said our devotions, paid our taxes and they left us alone. I grew up in a small farming community, not much more in my head than tending the fields and growing the medicinal herbs that healed our sick. I was my mother’s daughter in every sense of the word.” Ahriman let his eyes shut as she spoke, listening closely to what she was saying.He heard the rustle of robes, caught the subtle scent of jasmine before light hands touched his shoulders. “I loved my childhood, but it all changed when the Imperium came. I do not know why they did it and I have not cared to learn afterwards. I was shoved into a ship and jetted off the planet before the Cyclone Bombs could do their work.” Her hands began working tension from his shoulders and he leaned his head forward, letting her have access to his neck as well.“What happened to you then?” he asked.“We, the others on the ship and I, we all thought the Imperium was going to shoot us down. Destroy us as if we were meaningless; to them we were. Yet, as we huddled there waiting, the shots did not come. Instead, our small out-dated vessel was picked up by someone else entirely.” She pressed on a rather sore spot and he grunted; her touch lightened.“And that is how you wound up here?”“Not straight away. I was sold, passed around if you understand what I mean, before then. I was ready for death when I ended up here. However, I was cleaned up and offered a role in keeping the place clean.” Her deft hands touched the back of his neck just below his hairline. A shiver passed through him. “I have tended my mistress’ needs since that day,” she explained. Thumbs brushed over the soft skin just below his ear next to his jaw and he let out a sigh, letting go of the tension he was feeling. He placed his now empty mug down.“It was a role that I was only too ready for. It took a great number of years but I am now chief of hand maidens and in charge of making sure everything here is in order.” His hand snapped out and caught her wrist in a tight grip, though not enough to break.“And I am one of those things you need to ensure is in order?” he asked. She twisted her hand and brushed a thumb over his inner wrist. A smile touched his face, his pulse quickened without him being able to stop it.“That depends what it is that needs ordering,” she said. The smile widened on his face and he released his grip on her arm. She did not do so immediately, instead her touch lingered on his inner wrist. It was an invitation, he was well versed enough to know that. Likely Shari had been told all his touch zones by Fuuko, who knew them better than most. It did not matter. It was an invitation that he was inclined to accept anyway. The first tingle of need was already buzzing through him, settling in his stomach. It was not the only reason he visited the Vault, but he would not deny that it was one of them.“I think you already know the answer to that,” he said, blue eyes turning up to her dark ones.“Surely that depends on the question,” she replied. His smile was genuine, that sounded like something Fuuko would say. He cheated then. He used his will to push her into his lap. She let out a little squeak but soon settled, straddling his waist as best as she could. She was smaller than he but there was no reluctance in her; if there had been he’d not have proceeded. The pale grey robes she wore she had shifted so they would not get in the way, though he was sure she was wearing panties. Her hands touched the side of his face, far wider than what she was likely used to. He looked at her eyes for a long moment, searching them, wondering… and then their mouths met.She tasted of vanilla, something subtle and more delicate, perhaps that was her natural taste. It mattered not. Her hands were in his hair, her head had titled a little and her lips parted, allowing him to take what he wanted from her. He did, he lingered at her mouth for as long as she would allow it. When she pulled her head back, her eyes dropped, “Was that what you had in mind?” she asked. “Or was there anything else I can do?”“I did not plan to stop yet,” he said, “Nor did I want you to, however if that is your wish, we will do.” She shook her head then and leaned forward for another open lipped kiss. He did not need encouraging to respond, his tongue touched hers, light at first before claiming her mouth. The tickle of her tongue on his sent heat through him, pulling him out of the daze he had been in, allowing him to redirect the energy elsewhere. She shifted in his lap and he grunted into her mouth. Her thigh brushed against his growing erection, sparks flooded his vision. His hands fled to her hips and gripped her. The little noise she made was delightful and he smiled as they kissed.Hands pressed against his chest as the contact continued. Her aura coloured purple and he was surprised to learn that she wanted this as much as he seemed to. Passion slipped its noose and took him with it, his hands began roaming her body as their mouths remained together. His breathing hitched as she shuffled again. She snorted a grin. “You want me?” he asked after pulling his head a fraction, “For your own sake, not because you were ordered to,” he asked.“For my sake,” she replied. Her forehead leaned against his for a moment. “You may not have seen me all that much, but I have certainly seen you.” That brought a smile to his lips, though why she would want a monster such as he was beyond him. He was not going to complain however and he lifted his hips to prove it. It was her turn to let out a soft groan.“Is there somewhere we can go?” he asked.“Here is fine for me, there are rooms we can use if you would prefer,” she said. He nodded and swept her up in his arms.“I would, show me where?” he asked. The last thing he was going to do was take this Hand Maiden while lounging on a chair. She giggled and then gestured to the door. Her black hair tickled his nose and he pressed his lips to the back of her head.“This way,” she said. She led him out the room and down the hall. Behind the door he opened with his mind, was a simple room. He hardly paid attention to anything in it other than the bed, which was large enough to accommodate his heavy frame. Gently, he place Shari on her feet before the bed.“I’m not going to pitch you onto it, I do not wish to harm you,” he said. Her hand slid into his and she tugged him towards the bed.“Don’t worry,” she said. He sat down on the end of the bed and patted the space beside him. She sat down and he ran his index finger along her shapely jawline. Leaning over, he drew her mouth to his once again. Once more, her willingness to do this surprised him. He did not flinch when her hand brushed his hair away from his face. It did not take long for the contact to turn heated once more. Her hand pushed into his hair, he leaned his head back, tumbling into his back. His hand tugged her onto him; not once did their kiss break. Her touch on his chest was fire, the softness of her skin an inferno.Her hands left his robed chest for a moment, tugged her dress up out of the way. He shifted so his robe slid open; he wore nothing underneath, he had just showered before she had turned up. Hands on his skin again, lips on his, hips pressing on him. Without thought, he pushed his hand between her thighs, felt how wet she was through her panties. The squeak she made was delicious, told him he was doing this right. Her hands tugged the last of his robe out the way, warm skin brushed the tip of his prick and he smiled. Sliding his finger back and forth along her made her pause at least. Her lips parted and she whined; her aura darkened at his attention.Small fingers gripped his wrist, stopping him. “Let me,” she said. Looking up at her, he simply nodded and allowed her to do as she willed. She rose up on her knees, her hand touched his cock and he inhaled sharply. Pleasure erupted through him again, though it was nothing compared to what she did next. He had the vaguest impression of wet before pressure and heat took him. She had… He was…He leaned his head back and groaned as she let him get used to being there.His hands held her hips loosely. Hers rested on his chest, steadying herself. “Are you ready?” he asked. She pressed her lips together before nodding.“Yes, Ahzek,” she said.He lifted his hips a fraction. She gasped and her eyes widened. “Sure?” he said.Her nails dug into his stomach and she flicked her hips. It was his turn to inhale sharply. “Are you?” she said. The next time, she moved with him. “Like that,” he nodded. It happened again and they seemed to find a sort rhythm. She bounced when he thrust up. The pressure and heat around his cock increased with each movement they both made. Looking up at her was no help, her head was thrown back, her hair a tangle around her face. He cupped her breast with his hand, squeezing, lifting the flesh as they moved.She kept her pace, was able to read him well considering they had never done this before. Slowing when the sensations intensified, picking up again when he needed her to. The sight of her chest moving as they both moved sent heat right to his crotch, he was unable to shut his eyes. He bucked into her, his hands fell to her hips and he held her still. The noise she made was delicious, pressure increased, she groaned deep. “Like this,” she whined. There was no holding back when she said that. His thrust with much less finesse then before, wildly, with abandon almost. The tightness on him was as a vice, her cries lost coherence and he knew she was lost.The sucking waves on his prick were enough for him. His entire focus shank to the tip of his cock before he too cried out, his balls clenched and he released into her. For eternal seconds, he knew nothing of existence, only the rush of sensation that was her.When he returned to himself, her fore head was leaning against his, both of them were breathing heavily. Her smile was almost as wide as his, of that he was sure. He wrapped his arms around her and gently rolled her to the side. Her lips pressed the underside of his jaw. Relaxing into the bed, he let his eyes close. “Will you stay?” he asked.“For a while,” she replied. She wiggled a little and appeared to settle. He had no idea if this was her room or not, only that they were in it and it was enough.“I am going to rest a while,” he said, finally acknowledging the tiredness that had swept his body for the past few months. Once again, her lips pressed his cheek.“Do so,” she said, “I will be here for a while, now that all is in order.” Her words made him smile, the gesture was still on his face as he drifted off to sleep.
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Private - Our muses have sex in a closet
“Nasturi, we cannot do this!” he said. It didn’t look as though the words had any effect on the slender woman, who was already ushering him out of the corridor. She had that determined look in her eyes that informed him there would be no getting out of this. Her slender hands pressed against his broad chest and he took another step backwards.“If you wanted this to not happen, you’d not be moving. Now move before we really are caught!” she hissed. She had a point. He took a few more steps and the closet door shut behind her. There was no light in here, but he was able to make her out simply enough. She was perfect in every way; her slender form was no longer that of the child he had grown up with. Over the past few years her body had changed into that of a strong woman. The way she looked at him had altered too.It had taken him far too long to realise what those looks had meant. It had been even longer to react to them in any meaningful way. Of course, he had been unsure, halting even but she seemed to know what she was doing. “We’re going to get caught,” he said.Her hands found his face, brushing against his cheeks, “Then we had better make sure we’re quick then,” she chuckled, “And quiet too,” she added. Lycaeus was so close to being ready. Their preparations were going perfectly and in a few short days’ time, they would be liberated. As it was though, the overlords were ever present and would beat them both soundly if they were caught in a closet not working.Soft fingertips pushed into his shoulder length hair and he smiled down at her. He was not a smiler yet she seemed to be able to make him do so easily. He was so much taller than her yet she had no problems reaching up.“You can kiss me now Corvus,” she prompted. She always did, he never knew whether he should or not, never knew if it would be welcome or not. He supposed it would but then again, he could never tell. “Stop thinking about it,” she said. He dismissed the roaming thoughts and did as she said. The dark was not a problem, he could see well enough and besides, he could hear her breathing.The moment their lips touched, the spark was there. Electric, fluid and warm. Nasturi responded immediately. Her mouth parted when his tongue licked at the seam of her lips and she touched his with hers. His black eyes closed and he had to remind himself that they needed to be quiet. Reaching behind her, he locked the door just to be sure.Maybe they could do this after all.The stands of her hair were soft, sliding through his fingers as he stroked through the length. The scent of the rough soap they had stolen drifted passed him when he touched her hair and he breathed it in. All of it, all of her. Bending down, he deepened the kiss they shared. The subtle taste of her swamped him, overtaking every aspect of his focus. His mind stilled and all other thought was chased away. All the doubt and the uncertainty fled. His large hand held the back of her head as their explorations continued.He felt light hands tugging at the belt at his waist and he broke the kiss. “So soon?”“We are in a closet Crovus, we do not have long,” she whispered. There was a playful edge to her tone and he smiled. The nagging doubt brushed the back of his mind again but he swept it away, there was no time for thought! He caressed the outline of her breast with his hand as she pushed her hand into his pants.He bit back a sharp moan.Nasturi’s hand wrapped around his length, sharp heat flooded to his crotch in the familiar manner. They had only done this a handful of times and the way she was able to get him hard, the speed in which she did so, never failed to surprise him. His cock practically jumped in her hand and he nuzzled into her neck.They were getting better at it too. The first time had been a disaster in his mind. She had worked him up so much that he’d completely lost it the moment she’d sank onto him. They’d brushed it off but that sting was still there. They’d tried again later and that had been better.“Stop worrying,” she said.“How do you always know wha-“ She silenced him with a kiss.“I don’t need to see you to know what’s going on in your head,” she said. She gave him a squeeze and he gasped again. “Get on the floor,” she whispered.Corvus did as she said after she let go of him. There was not a great deal of room in the closet and he had to push a mob bucket out the way before he was able to recline. He was too tall to lie flat but she seemed to have no problem sitting on his lap. Corvus swallowed and pushed errant strands of black hair from his face. “Keep quiet,” she whispered. As if being in the dark closet that smelled faintly of cleaning product wasn’t enough of a reminder.Her hand freed him from his pants completely then and she knelt over him. Nasturi rucked up her skirts before kneeling over him. She was so much smaller than he was that once more he was concerned that this was going to hurt her. If he ever did such a thing he would neve-Her mouth distracted him and the next thing he knew, he was being engulfed in her welcoming, wet heat. Groaning into her mouth, he forced his hips not to buck into her. The kiss broke, “You okay?” she asked.Reaching over to her, he cupped her cheek and nodded. Of course, she couldn’t see that, it was dark. He responded instead by lifting his hips. She was the one to grin then and they both began moving in earnest.His hands moved to her hips, lightly holding her as she bounced on his lap. He bit his lip as the heat began to radiate outwards from the base of his spine. Slipping a hand under the coarse fabric of her skirt, he was not surprised to find she was not wearing anything underneath. He pressed his thumb into her hip, soothing the skin.“Nasturi,” he groaned.“Shh,” she said, placing a finger on his lips. “Not so loud.”He flicked the tip of her finger with his tongue but quietened down. Cupping her breast with his hand, he wrapped his other arm around her lower back and began thrusting into her. The coil in his belly began to tighten and he could hear her breathing become rougher. She clenched around him, he gasped. Her hand covered his mouth.He forced his strokes to even out, to not be so erratic and desperate. It was futile, he could feel the bubbling, churning rush beginning to build and there was no preventing it. “I can’t-“ he whispered.“Me too,” she hissed. Nasturi’s movements met his, their mouths collided, swallowing the cries they would have otherwise made. The coil sprang, the world fell away and he was rushing into her. She was all he knew in those few, desperate moments and that was perfect. As he released, she gripped him tight, sucking and tugging on his cock.When he finally relaxed, he became aware that he was panting. His foot had nudged the mop bucket over too. No one was pounding on the door to see what had happened though so he had to assume they had gotten away with it. He kissed her. Without a care in the world, he pressed his mouth to hers, then her nose and then her cheeks. Corvus could sense the flush on her face, feel the warmth radiating from her; a deep sense of wellbeing flooding through him. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her against him for a hug.She began to chuckle and he frowned, “What?” he asked.“It’s only after sex that you think of these small affections.” She kissed his forehead to show she was only teasing. They stayed there for a moment, basking in one another’s warmth before she finally pulled away. Carefully, she stood up and arranged her skirts. “Can anyone tell?” she asked.“No,” he said. Getting up himself, he adjusted his clothing to make it look as though he had not just had sex in a closet.“We have to leave separately,” she said. Corvus nodded and unlocked the door. Before he could escape however, she kissed him swiftly. “I will see you tonight,” she whispered. There was a flash of light and she was gone, leaving him alone in the closet with nothing more than his thoughts and a smile.
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Reunite - Our muses having sex after being apart for some time
They had been gone for what felt like years. It had been three months. Three months of compliance and fighting. Three months of war and grime. Three long months of being surrounded by captains who had very different ideas on how the nature of war should go. Although they did not bicker as some legions did, their constant attempts to sway him one way or the other had quickly grown tiresome. More than once, he had dismissed them and told them to form a coherent argument rather than the drivel they came out with. Even Ahriman had resorted to such low tactics.Still, the war had been fought and most of the culture they had made war upon had been sustained. There was a host of new knowledge gained and plenty of books to learn from too. The man they had left in charge, Hurlick of the 745th was a sensible man who was very capable of ensuring the Imperial Truth would be implemented properly. The Thousand Sons could return to Prospero for a time and relax.Magnus was very much looking forward to spending some time with Kari. She was ever a source of comfort for him and he had such stories to share with her. She would be interested in the knowledge they had gained and he even had a few trinkets for her and the girls. Those could wait however.When he arrived home, it was dark. The children would be in bed, Kari too if he was not mistaken. It wasn’t exceptionally late, however he knew that chasing after three lively girls would keep her very busy and it was likely she would be catching up on her sleep.The first thing Magnus did when he had dismissed everyone and was free; was poke his head around the girl’s bedroom door. They were all asleep, he could hear their soft, regular breathing and he smiled. Those three always made coming home worth it. He lingered in the doorway for a while, appreciating that they were there, simply listening as he leaned against the doorjamb. They really were a great set of girls.Closing the door softly behind him, he then headed to the rooms he shared with Kari. He did not wish to wake her if she was asleep but he really did need to shower. That was the only problem with being on the Crusade, there were facilities to clean yourself on board ship but it did not compare to the shower he had here. He crept into the room and headed for the shower. She was asleep, not deeply but enough not to notice that he had passed by. Perfect.By the time he returned to the bedroom, he was clean, dressed in a pair of loose pants and utterly relaxed. He also smelled far better than he had when he walked in, which could only be a blessing. For a moment, he wondered whether he should begin on the plans for the next compliance they needed to complete but he dismissed the idea entirely. Father had forced him to marry and so he would use that as the excuse if he was asked why he didn’t work immediately. Instead of going to the desk, he peeled back the light covers from the bed they shared and slipped between the sheets.He did not intend to wake her. Of course, the bed dipped when he lay on it, he was not a small being after all, and she rolled over with a murmur. Magnus knew he could brush her mind and send her straight back to sleep again, it would have been the kinder thing to do but he hadn’t seen her in three months except through the view screen on the Photep and right now, he was feeling selfish.“Hello,” he whispered, voice feather light.She responded with a mutter before turning over and rolling into his arms. There were no words to say, it was clear she had missed him almost as much as he had her. He wrapped her up, pulled her in and inhaled her unique scent. The dizzying rush flooded him and he let out a low hum.“Welcome home,” she murmured as she nuzzled into the space between his shoulder and neck. Her wet lips brushed his skin and he smiled.“You ok?” he asked. She nodded. He ran a hand over her soft hair and simply held her for a while.“How did it go?” she asked.“Not now,” he said, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”“Was it bad?” Her hand brushed against his cheek and he smiled before shaking his head.“Not at all, but right now I want to lay with you,” he said, “I missed you. I want to think of nothing but you.” She chuckled and he ran her hand over her shoulder.“Yes, I missed you too,” she said.Their lips brushed for the first time in three months; the spark was instant, like that first time so many years ago. He didn’t break off and nor did she. Tingling flooded from the place where they were connected, a sweet rush that left him wanting so much more. Fingers pushed into his thick hair and he smiled into the kiss, she had always loved his hair.The light kiss broke, resuming instantly, neither wanting to part. Gentle brushing turned into longer, firmer contact until his tongue swept over the seam of her lips. She parted them and the kiss turned into something different altogether. The tingle turned into prickles that ran down his back, pooling in his stomach. The first twinge of arousal plucked at his skin and he hummed as their tongues clashed together.Kari had never been a passive participant in their love making and that had not changed in the last three months. Her little hands pressed into his shoulders and pushed him onto his back. She followed and he leaned up to kiss her once again. It seemed that she had other ideas. Her delicate lips found purchase on his cheek, his neck and chest. His lips parted and he tried to stop the moan, without success.“Kari,” he hissed.“Yes?” she asked, looking up. Her dark eyes glittered in the dark and he swallowed. He found no words to say and so she resumed doing what she had been. Her teeth grazed over her his chest; he arched his back and brought his hand up to rest on her head. Her hair was so soft, the sparks that tingled through his skin were delicious. The effect on him was immediate, fiery and oh so wonderful. The movement almost knocked her off; he forced himself to relax and enjoy what sensation she was giving to him.He only became aware of her wondering hand when it brushed against his balls though the fabric of his pants. He yelped in surprise and drew her mouth up to his for a kiss. She was smiling! Her hand palmed him, rolling and toying with his balls. His cock surged, hard, distorting his pants, the tip rubbing at the fabric which felt abrasive on the delicate skin.“All for me?” she asked as her hand slid over the length and plunged beneath the waist band of his pyjamas.“You know it is,” he said. The moment her fingers encircled his cock, he let the rest of the world fade away. The sensation left him dazed, overwhelmed. Where her hands weren’t, her mouth was. She kissed his chest, his neck, his stomach all while pulling on his prick. Sensation was everywhere, it left his legs shaking, his head light, as though he was about to combust. It was too much, it was not enough. He pushed a hand into her hair, the other gripped the sheet beneath him.“I want you,” she whispered.“Let me-“ his words cut off when she shifted onto his lap. Deft hands tugged his waist band down, freeing him. Next thing he knew, she was running his cock over her very wet slit. Anticipation thrummed through him, coiling in his belly. The ache was almost painful but she granted him no release from it, instead she coated him with her fluid. “Tease,” he murmured.“Of course,” she said. Touching her shoulder, he drew her forward to kiss her once more. Their mouths met briefly before she finally sank down onto him. Tight heat pressed around him and he grunted. The sinking sensation shot straight to his balls, they tightened, tingling beginning to press in his mind. Her little hands took his and pressed them against his chest. If they were the same size then they would have been pinned there, as it was, he allowed her to believe him subdued.She began to move, rock up and down his hard cock. Watching her face was a treat, seeing how good this made her feel was perfect bliss. Her face twisted and changed with each thrust. Her hair was thrown back, her eyes glazed with lust, her aura the deepest purple. Magnus felt every move she made, every little twitch and clench. The moans she made, little and gasping, transferred to his prick until he was making similar noises himself. He wondered if she knew how beautiful she was when her face showed her rapture.He bent his knees, her hand reached behind her and the tips of her fingers brushed his balls again. The contact brought the focus of the universe down to the place they were joined and he began to gently thrust back. Though they had done this countless times, he knew that too much would harm her, he never lost control with her. It did not mean that he was passive, oh no.Fire began to build once more at the base of his prick. The tightness began to ache, he took her hands in his, letting out the moan on his lips rather than biting it back. She clenched around him, spasming and panting. Her noise mirrored his, the world focused further. “Magnus!” She called his name as though it were a prayer. One look at her pleasure-wrenched face was all it took. His balls drew up and then the rush happened. The world fell away and he was left floating. The only sensation was the one she was giving him, the squeezing of his prick and his burst into her.It may have been seconds, it may have been minutes. When he returned to her, she was leaning her forehead against his chest, her breathing heavy and her skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. Stroking her arm, he nudged the top of her head with his nose. The kiss they shared next was tender, filled with love and he could not keep the smile from his face. “I love you,” he whispered when they broke.“I love you too,” Kari replied. The words never failed to send a shiver through him. She was perfect in every way and he would not have anyone else. He pulled her against his chest, holding her tight. Her hand rested on his shoulder and he heard her eyes shut. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he then pulled the covers over them, the temperature was rapidly dropping and he didn’t want her getting too cold. His mind was now blissfully clear from trouble and he found that he was more than glad to be home.
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Scratch - Our muses having rough sex If she thought she could beat him, she needed to think again! It had been a very, very long time since he had sparred with anyone, let alone a woman and although he knew she was a brilliant fighter, he was sure she would not be able to beat him, even in this case. He had almost laughed off her request and told her not to bother with it. It was a sure thing, his victory that was. Still, he would not deny her the chance to try and defeat him and so he had agreed to the match in good faith.Abaddon had arranged to meet Celestine in the practice room when they were both free. It was not a thing he usually did and he had not informed anyone else of the bout either. He has also arranged for it to be when everyone else was busy so they would not be disturbed. The last thing either of them needed was to be discovered sparring together. There were rules about such things and although he did not care about rules, he knew she did. There were some things that even he respected.She arrived ten minutes after he did. The door opened, she hastily stepped in and shut the door behind her. It was a simple thing made of wood but it served a purpose. “You’re late,” he said. Her black hair, longer now than when they had first met, was tied behind her and he was pleased to see that she had dressed in fatigues, much as he had.“Look, not all of us are able to bunk off and slip away when we want to,” she groused.“Well, if you’re not in the mood for this, we can rearrange, or you can concede,” he suggested. She jerked her head up and snorted.“You’re not getting out of this that easily Ezekyle so think again!”He could tell from her tone that the former saint was suffering from a bad case of bad day. It was likely that the other mortals that were stranded with them had been giving her a hard time over something. It was probably the lack of decent food or something else that they had no control over. If it put the fire in her while she fought, so much the better.“So, weapons?” he asked.“Scared I’ll stab you in the back again?” she said as she walked over to the practice weapons they had managed to scrounge up. There were a few wooden swords and something that might be an axe.“Always,” he said. He still had the scar to prove she had done it the first time.She picked up one of the swords and tossed him another. Catching it, he jerked his head to the designated space for practicing. They were in a cave; there was no getting away from that. The digging they had done since declaring this the place they would call home was remarkable. This cavern was just one of the ones they had created. It was not large, but they had managed to cover the floor in sand, making it better to train on than the hard floor. The mortals used this too after all and they were somewhat softer than the remaining astartes.“Ready when you are,” he said. She swished the sword a couple of times before lunging. Ezekyle blocked the blows with ease, stepping backwards and pressing advantages when he saw them. She was good; he was better. As he knew he should be. Celestine was not letting go however. The second time he pitched her on the floor, she got up and huffed. “Are you going to start trying now?” he asked.The frown on her face deepened into anger; he smirked. “I’ll show you!” she huffed.“Good,” he said raising the blade once again.This time, it took longer. Her blows were heavier, faster and she was moving with him too. When he stepped back, she pressed the advantage, when he moved forward, her blows quickened. She even managed to catch his forearm with a sharp rap. The sting was more to his pride than anything else and he nodded, “Keep at it,” he nodded. Her blows increased in pace and he found that a sheen of sweat began to form on his shoulders and chest. Perhaps she was better than he gave her credit for.The match lasted four minutes. It ended with her back against the cavern wall and panting. “Better,” Ezekyle said as he pressed against her, “But not enough.”She slapped him; he grinned widely. “You’re so arrogant!” she huffed. “I always hated that about you.”“Not the only thing you hated,” he said. She slapped him again. He dropped the practice sword, it clattered to the floor. Their eyes locked, her dark ones searching his golden ones, unchanged despite everything that had happened. She was tall, for a mortal, but he was taller. He could feel her heat through the fabric of their clothes, her heart thudded, sweat already trickled down her back and he could smell the tang on the air.This time, when she went to hit him, his hand caught hers and he pressed it back against the wall, “Do I get to do that back now?” he asked.“Go fuck yourself Ezekyle!” she snapped.“Why? When I can fuck you instead?”His hands slipped to her rump and he hoisted her up, her legs wrapped around him and he used the wall to support her. Celestine dug her nails into the meat of his shoulders, her eyes narrow, “Not what I had in mind,” she said.“I’ll be gentle,”“Please don’t.”Their lips crashed together then, as they had done several times before. It still had the feeling of being new, dangerous and illicit. No one else knew; they’d not understand how the two of them had changed from worst enemies to passionate lovers in a handful of weeks. Thoughts for another time, right now, he was far more interested in plundering her mouth. Sharp teeth nipped his lip and he growled. Her tongue swept over the injury and her hands held his head still. Seems like she had suffered a terrible day.He was more than willing to be kissed. Their teeth clashed and when he tried to pull back, she didn’t let him. He hummed instead. Using one hand to support her, he pinched her breast with the other. She squeaked into his mouth and cuffed the side of his head. Her fingers slipped to the armour port at the base of his neck, a spot she liked to touch and she twisted her head to the side, deepening the kiss. They turned, battled and strove for dominance, neither giving in, neither winning out.When she broke the kiss, she was breathless, cheeks flushed and utterly beautiful. He tugged at her hair binding, letting black waves free. The scent of it, fruity and light, filled the air. Pushing his hands though those tresses, he lifted his hips to hers. “Just from kissing?”“All it ever takes with you,” he growled. She pushed her hips down on his prick and he grunted. “Here? Now?”Her reply was another cuff around the head, “Don’t be obtuse.” Her hand slid between them and squeezed his erection. He groaned and took a small step back. “Now!” she said firmly. They sank to the floor in unison, lips met as hands fumbled with the other’s belt and pants. She was more nimble than he; her hand stroked him while he finished pushing her pants over her hips.He broke the kiss, placed his hands on her hips and turned her around so that his chest pressed against her back. Positioning her inside his thighs, he leaned over her and bit her shoulder. The noise she made as a mix of pain and pleasure. She did try and swat him but failed to reach. Running his cock along her wet slit, he sucked on her earlobe, “Tease,” she hissed.“Yes,” he hummed.“Now Ezekyle, don’t make me beg.”He didn’t. A quick shift of his hips and wet heat swamped his prick. His lips parted and he heard her hiss. There was no time to settle, no let up. She had asked and so he would deliver. Her hands clenched in the sand beneath them, he leaned over too and began moving. He didn’t start of gently either. Large sweeping thrusts rocked her forward. Her black hair was flung over one shoulder and already she was beginning to pant. He could reach her neck, run his teeth over her flesh. The taste of her sweat lingered on his tongue. He snapped his hips forward and she hissed. “Like that,” she said.He had no problem doing so. It felt so wet, so tight, so hot. She was perfect in every way, the noises she made and how she clenched and – AH! Like that. His hands came to rest in the sand beside hers, she rocked back up against him; he could hear the breath leaving her, feel her heart pounding, thudding along in the same way he was thrusting into her. Turning her head, she kissed him sloppily, sparks running from their mouths to his crotch when their tongues touched.Breaking the contact, he grunted when she clenched. His own breathing was becoming irregular and he knew she was close. She writhed and squirmed, bucked and tightened in waves around his prick as he moved. “Ezekyle!” she gasped. The first throes of her passion taking her. She clenched and squealed and moved in the way that set him off. His hands covered hers and he squeezed her fingers before his world began to spiral out of control. He was so close, so fucking close.She bucked. He hissed.The world turned black and his thrusts turned feverish. Seconds later, he was spilling into her, cock pulsating as her orgasm massaged him. It was bliss, the best feeling he’d ever had.When he returned to himself, they were both panting. Her chest was heaving but when she threw him a look over her shoulder, she was grinning. She gave him a final squeeze and he groaned at her. “Now who is the tease?” he said. Celestine chuckled and shifted so she could wrap her arms around him. The embrace was returned and for a long moment, they simply remained there in each other’s arms.“Feel better?” he asked. She nodded. Looking up, she brushed delicate fingers over his forehead, where the mark had once been. She had a habit of doing that. He kissed her again then, deep yet tender.“I should go,” she said when he broke off. He loosened his hold on her and they both got to their feet. Quickly adjusting their clothing, both of them were presentable once more. He reached out and touched her hand before she got to the door. “See you soon,” she said.“Tomorrow,” he nodded. She squeezed his fingers, dropped his hand and opened the door. She nodded and was gone. Ezekyle smiled, satisfied and content for the time being at least.
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Slumber - One muse has a sex dream about the other
She had stabbed him in the back. The ache in his spine had not completely gone away and although the wound had healed, he knew the ghost pain would never go away. Not completely. Khayon had said he was being foolish, it was an echo nothing more and would be soon gone if he stopped dwelling on it. It seemed that the damned woman had done more than got under his skin.Although the campaign had been a mix of success and failure, the mood on board the Vengeful Spirit was higher than it had been in months. They had returned ‘home’ to resupply and consider their next move. Morianna had been particularly insistent that they do this and this time, he had listened. Eye Space had spread, the road along the Crimson Path had taken a huge step in the right direction and they were content for the moment.Except for the niggle in his lower back.Perhaps sleep would cure it. It had been days since he had slept, weeks perhaps. The return to Eye Space had been fraught with danger and he had been awake through all of it. When he thought about it, Ezekyle realised that he was exhausted. As the arming servitors dealt with removing the terminator armour, he found his eyes growing heavy with the lack of sleep. Maybe it was closer to months than weeks.When he fell into the large bed that had once been Horus’, he was asleep in moments.***He jumped when there was a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, a pair of large, dark eyes met his. An open smile greeted him and he tilted his head. A small hand slipped into his and tugged him forward. “You promised me.”“When?” he barked, taking a step regardless of the answer that came. Black hair bounced as she walked him to the open floor.“Does it matter?”He shrugged and placed a hand on her narrow waist. She was so slender, so small and yet so fierce and powerful too. She stretched up and placed her hand on his shoulder and then slowly, they began to move. The music that was drifting about the large dance hall at a languid pace and their dance followed the same pattern. Ezekyle found that instead of wanting to raid the food tables and the punch bowls, he was rather enjoying dancing instead. Celestine knew what she was about and somehow, he managed to not step on her toes or bump her in an ungainly manner. He was no dancer, he knew that. He was not a graceful mover but somehow, he managed.There was no sense of time, the music kept on and they just moving together. The light began to fade and although they were in the middle of a dance floor, he discovered they were completely alone. No one else was there. He was pretty sure there should be other people around, seeing how this was a dance but they seemed to be absent. She didn’t seem overly bothered about that at least so he made no mention of it either.The pace of the song dropped and she stepped a little closer. Her head leaned on his shoulder as their movements devolved into simple swaying. He could feel the heat coming from her small body through the dress she was wearing and he looked down at the top of her head. She had shut her eyes and there was a soft smile on her sweet face.What he did next was likely going to get him slapped. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head and breathed in her scent, “Ezekyle?” she asked; her voice dream-like. “What’re you doing?”“I’m not sorry,” he said.“But I stabbed you.”“So?”“So why do that?” she asked. She had turned her face to look up at him; her dark eyes glittered in the light. She asked a good question; why had he done that? There were hundreds of reasons, all of which flooded through his mind in seconds. Which would he tell her? That she was beautiful? No, too mundane. That she was sexy? No, too demeaning. That she was the bride of the enemy and that he wanted to deflower her? No, too crude. Maybe the simplest of truths would do in this situation.“Because I want you,” he said.She opened her mouth to speak but no words were forthcoming. Seeing no reason not to, he bent down and caught her mouth in a kiss instead. Next thing he felt was her palm on his cheek. It wasn’t a slap however, it was a gentle touch. Her lips parted and he brushed his tongue over hers before breaking the contact. There was a slight pout on her face and she tilted her head a little, “You stopped?” she asked.“Yes, this isn’t the right place,” he said with a shake of his head.“We’re in my home, my room Ezekyle,” she said. He looked around and found that she was right. But they were just… He dismissed the thought and returned his attention to the needy looking woman in his arms. Her eyes were dancing, her cheeks were pink and she had sucked her lower lip between her teeth. Ezekyle cursed. Pushing his hand through her thick, dark hair, he drew her mouth back up to his.Her subtle flavour flooded his senses once again. There was an overtone of punch, fruit that she had eaten too but there was an undertone of something else, something sweet and delicious. He decided that it must be her natural flavour. She hummed as his tongue laced over hers, pushed herself up against his large form and wrapped her arms around his thick neck. Her hot fingers seared his skin, his hands dropped to her waist, almost encircling it with his huge hands. She pushed her hips up against his; his cock jumped at the added pressure and he groaned.“What’s this?” she purred.“I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted you,” he said. There was no embarrassment about that, he had told the truth and it seemed as though she wasn’t overly bothered. Celestine took a tiny step back and looked down at the front of his pants. The bulge at the front of his duty fatigues was obvious and she raised an eyebrow.“So I see,” she said. Her light hand brushed over the outline of his cock and he sucked in a breath. His prick twitched as she pressed the palm of her hand against it, red shot through him as a sharp spike of desire hit him. His breath quickened and his hearts pounded in his chest. Watching her hand, she tugged at the fly of his pants before slipping her hand down the front. Her soft hand brushed the base of his cock and his lips parted.“Let me touch you,” he whined, aware that his usually deep voice was thinner than it should be. She smirked and shook her head. With her hand around his cock she walked them backwards. His legs hit the back of the bed and he tumbled onto it. He thought it would have hurt, however when they landed, neither of them were dressed anymore. Then she began stroking him. Back and forth along his length, maddeningly slow. Wrapping his hand around hers, he showed her how to touch him properly.She leaned down, resting next to him and he caught her lips again. The kiss did not last long; he was far too distracted for that, however tasting her was divine. Trying not to thrust into her hand, he focused on her. His eyes were open, he watched as she touched him, watched as her supple breasts bounced as she moved. Her flat stomach was moving as she did. Reaching up, he cupped one of her breasts, covering it entirely with his palm. Soft skin moved as he squeezed. He heard her sharp intake and her hand squeezed him in response. He jerked and a bead of moisture pooled at the tip. Her thumb spread it over his head and he groaned.“Keep that up and we’re done,” he whispered. He nipped at the lobe of her ear, emphasizing his point.Her hand moved to his shoulder and he rolled onto his back. Celestine moved to straddle his waist; he could smell her, she was as turned on as he was! Wetness teased his tip, his hands fell to her hips and he held her in place. “Let me,” she hissed.He bucked his hips upwards, pushing into her wet heat. Slick, clenching wetness engulfed his hard prick and he grunted with the heat. He heard a similar noise escape her mouth. Damn. That felt great. Better than great. His let go of her hips and she slid down his length. Her hand came to rest on his stomach and their eyes met. For a moment, they were still, only the sound of their breathing echoed around the room.Then they both moved together. He lifted his hips as she ground down against him. Both of them gasped. Looking up at her was quite a sight, a hand moved to palm her breast once more. Slowly, they found a rhythm that suited them both. The ebb and flow of her hips matched his languid thrusts. The idea that he was inside her and she wasn’t trying to kill him was novel in itself! Moving a hand to the back of her head, he pressed his mouth to hers, shoving his tongue past her lips and tasted her completely.She was the one to break the kiss when he bucked up a little more forcefully. Her breathing turned ragged. When he slid his hand down her back, she was damp. She leaned forward, her weight on her hands. Breasts brushed his broad chest and her movements began to lose consistency. She clenched around him, a light spasm. The noise that followed was musical.The sensation of her bouncing up and down his length was like nothing he had felt before. Her hand grabbed the knot of hair on his head and yanked it. He yelped, more in surprise than anything else. Tightness coiled at the base of his abdomen, his balls drew up close against him. He knew what was about to happen. He tried to slow his movements, wanting this to last a bit longer, not wanting this to end.She was having none of that. Reaching her hand around behind her, she cupped his balls and kneaded them as she moved. Groaning, he jerked into her. Ezekyle’s world narrowed to a single focal point. The squeeze of her around him was the last he could take. His lips parted and he grunted as the tension unravelled. He was pretty sure he swore in his native tongue as he released into her. The spasms wracked his form and he was vaguely aware of her crying out too; she was saying his name.When the sensation began to recede, he opened his eyes. She was the first thing he saw, smiling down at him. He returned the smile, sated and sweaty, just as she was. “That was…”Her finger rested on his lips and he trailed off. Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to his mouth before slipping from his waist and coming to lie alongside him. “Thank you,” she said. A wave of weariness washed over him then and he suppressed a yawn. He heard her breathing begin to even out beside him and he knew that sleep was already beginning to claim her. His body was feeling rather numb too; sleep would soon claim him as well. Wrapping an arm around her, he snuggle against her naked back, letting himself drift off.***Khayon yawned. He was as tired as the Boss was if he was going to be honest with himself and sending dream suggestions without being obvious about it was always hard work. Running a hand over his face, he focused on the occulus before him. He was not in the habit of sending dreams, especially erotic ones, to those he knew however this infatuation was not to be encouraged. Perhaps now, they would be able to move on and refocus on achieving the rest of their goal. He sighed; he had to hope!
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Speed - Our muses have a quickie Why she had scheduled an entire day of meetings, Fuuko has no idea. She knew it had been a mistake the moment the first supplicant had begun speaking. Instantly, she had become bored. Oh she had listened, she had passed judgement on those who had offended her and she had offered suggestions when it was warranted, but she was bored. Being bored was not a natural state for her either, it was a dangerous state to be in; ask any of her Warband and they would confirm that with dark nods and bleak looks.Hiding the fact she was bored had never been an easy task either. Try as she might, Fuuko was unable to sit still. The throne was comfortable; she was not. Instead of twisting and turning in it, she took to fussing with her hair. Curling a black lock around her finger, she tried to focus on what was being said. Something about a ship being downed and then rescued and then recovered and repopulated in her name. She knew she should be listening and grateful that she no longer had to see to these matters personally, but it was so damned boring!When Ahriman walked in, dressed not in the usual cobalt power armour but a set of duty robes, she could have cheered. It looked as though he had taken time to freshen up after arrival; something she would appreciate later on. His black hair was unbound and she could tell even from this distance that he had washed it. His dark brown eyes met hers and a smirk tugged the corner of her mouth. His timely arrival presented an opportunity that might prove a welcome distraction and cure her of this horrific boredom. There was a slight, almost imperceptible nod of his head and then he was sat down at a nearby table.She tried not to just sit there starring at him but it was rather a tall order. He had the most alluring dark eyes, toffee coloured skin and thick black hair. As far as she was concerned, he was put together exceptionally well; she already knew that and yet she found that she wanted to learn that all over again. It was his arms, the shape of them were incredibly –“Mistress?”She blinked and turned her attention to the speaker. It was Yosker. He had been one of her advisors for some years now and although she was usually patient with him, his words were lost on her.“What did you say?” she asked. She twirled a lock of her dark hair around her finger and turned her gaze to the pale, thin speaker. He repeated herself and she nodded. “Yes, that outcome will be perfect,” she said. No wonder she had drifted off, that had been what to do with several supplicants – a matter that was usually beneath her attention entirely.The talk resume and she returned her attention to casually perusing Ahriman. He hadn’t seemed to notice at all; that had to change. A small smirk crossed her red lips and she sent him a little reminder of the last time they had parted. Ahriman shifted. To his credit, he didn’t look around at her message. Did his cheeks darken? She couldn’t be so sure. Pressing her lips together, she then placed a suggestion in his head.Their eyes locked over the table. She smirked.The anticipation of feeling his hands on her all over again warmed her blood; a shudder shot through her, one she was unable to supress. Suddenly, she began paying attention to what Yosker was saying.The image of a toffee coloured hand pressing into a hard, robe covered bulge flashed through her mind. Oh! Well then! Two could play this game! Taking a look around to see if anyone had noticed – they hadn’t – she sent something back. Ahzek suppressed a cough this time and her smirk widened. That hadn’t been that bad as far as she knew, a simple image of what she had seen while underneath him coloured with the purple.It seemed as though he got her message well enough. What he sent back told her more than enough. This time, she was the one to make a squeak.“I think we need to take a short break,” Yosker said. “We could all use a moment to refocus, we’ll come back in fifteen minutes,” he said. She gave the man a nod, aware that her lack of attention had been noticed. Chairs scuffed the floor as they were pushed back and the hum of conversation erupted into the air. Fuuko did not move. Neither did Ahzek. Good.The moment the room was empty and the door shut behind the last person, she was on her feet. Ahzek met her half way. It had been a while since their last parting, however it was as if no time had passed at all. Their mouths met, lips parted and tongues clashed. Her hands swept over his shoulders as he pulled her close. Those arms! Warm and strong. The shape of them; the feel of them around her once again. She hummed into the kiss, his distinct, sweet taste flooding through her once more.She leaned backwards as he bent over her, his hands sliding to her thighs. Before she knew it, her bum was hitting the table, “We don’t have long,” she said as his hands rucked up her robes. She could see the distortion at the front of his and ran the tips of her fingers over it. It bobbed under her touch.“Long enough,” he rumbled. His voice usually had the lilt of Tizca to it, however now it was thick with lust. The tips of his fingers brushed over the wet apex of her thighs and her lips parted. The underwear she was wearing was already soaked through; a gasp left her when he tugged them to the side. “I wanted to take my time,” he used his other hand to lift the robes he wore. “But your teasing put a stop to that.” She reached up and pushed her hand through his thick locks of hair. Tightening her fingers, she yanked the roots. He winced.“I was bored,” she whimpered. She watched as he pushed the fabric of his underwear out the way and stepped forward. Next thing she felt was the pressure of his tip at her entrance.“I know.” He didn’t speak again, instead thrust forward. The sensation of fullness rocked through her. Her hand tightened in his hair before descending to pat his cheek. Both his hands crashed onto the table beside her head and he began to thrust.Wrapping her legs around his waist, her hands resting on his huge biceps, she moved with him. One look at his face told her this was not going to last. The heat of having him inside her again brewed instantly. Knowing they might be walked in on at any moment added another layer of excitement. She could picture the scandalous look on Yosker’s face if he knew what they were doing to his beloved table.A tingle in the back of her mind drew her attention back to Ahzek and she smirked, “What have I told you about that?” she purred. A tremor passed over his face, a flash of passion and he grunted.“Not got time to do this properly,” he replied.Her hands flew to his face and she drew him in for a deep kiss. His sweetness was like a drug; she needed more and more of him to keep her satisfied. The Tizcan was one hell of a kisser! His tongue worked some sort of magic on her mouth while his pace worked wonders on her body. Her mind, well that was being touched by the illicit touch of his thoughts. He found the right spot and her entire body clenched. A harsh gasp escaped her lips, “Ahzek!” she barked.“Yes?” he said. He did not slow, the dull thud of their bodies meeting echoed around the room. Her pants turned into groans. She gripped his arms and their eyes locked together. His lips parted. This time their kiss was rushed, hurried. His stroked lost consistency and he leaned his forehead on hers. The clench in her solar plexus ran all the way down to the pit of her stomach, sharp and insistent. He touched her mind as he let out a deep, guttural cry. It was enough. Her world was consumed by purple; her vision turned violet. She clenched and writhed beneath him, felt him release into her with a shout that might have been her name.He was panting. His breath echoed off her face and she smirked up at him. She was about to press another kiss to that sculpted mouth of his when she heard something. Abruptly, he took a step back and smoothed the front of his robes. She pushed hers down too and sat up, though her focus remained on him. The air reeked of their combined release but there was nothing they could do about that right now. The door opened. Ahzek took a little step back, “So, I can count on a round or so later?” he asked.“As long as you bring some of your latest wine,” she purred. Fuuko ran her hand over his shoulder and down his arm.“Of course,” he said inclining his head. The gesture of respect was somewhat lost due to the flush on his cheeks and the smirk on his face. She turned and made her way back to her throne, truly savouring the tingle spreading between her thighs. She did not miss the scandalised look on Yoskar’s face as he caught on to what had happened. At least now she had something to look forward to later on! The room filled up again and the meeting resumed, this time she managed to pay a bit more attention.
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Nature - Our muses having sex outside
This was not the first world they had conquered, far from it. It was one of the nicest however. The population had not resisted, instead greeted them with open arms and warm smiles. The discussions had been short; the people of Kiniea had fully embraced the Imperial Truth and celebrations had run on for ten days now. Corvus saw no reason to make a hasty departure either. The Legion had pushed hard up until this point and it was a good idea to get some rest and relax while they could. Most of them were down on the planet and enjoying the parades and the hospitality.Corvus had found it overwhelming. The parades were loud, vibrant and he struggled to understand why they all wore huge hats and masks. He had excused himself from the latest celebration and found a quiet spot in the park. He had secluded himself in a wooded area and sat beneath a huge willow tree. The branches hung low and he’d found a moment of peace and solitude in amongst the business of the day. He’d watched the sun set from beneath the branches, watched the moon rise while he leaned against the trunk of the tree. It wasn’t uncomfortable and his mind had calmed. The rising sensation of panic had receded and he felt as though he could face more time with these vibrant people.The branches of the tree were pushed aside and he looked up. He’d already worked out who it was seeking him out and he welcomed her company. Through all the hub-bub and confusion, she was a calm. The ebb and flow of the crowd would crash against her as though she were a rock. Her blonde hair was pushed back from her face, over one shoulder and he smiled. “I thought I would find you here,” she said. Her blue eyes glittered in the moonlight and he could smell the light perfume she wore from where he was sat.“Nasturi,” he said.She padded over, the grass rustling under her feet. “I thought I would find you here,” she said. He watched as she bent down and sat beside him. The dress she wore had been gifted to her by the Kiniean people, who had deemed their uniforms too sombre for this celebration. She was dressed in vibrant green, a colour she had chosen. It was a rare thing, such fine fabric and he knew she would keep that dress for as long as she lived. Such colours just weren’t available on Deliverance.“I couldn’t-““Corvus, you don’t have to explain, I know why you’re here,” she said.“Part the reason why I adore you,” he said. She leaned her head against his shoulder and he let out a small sigh, content rather than frustrated.“Oh? What about the other?”“What?”“The other part of why you adore me,” she said. He could hear the smile on her face and he pressed thin lips together. Turning to look at her, he brushed an errant strand of her hair from her forehead and thought for a moment.“You look good in green,” he said.“And…?”“You put up with me being an awkward ass,” he said.“You’re not an ass,” she said. She took his hand and placed it against her cheek, “But you are awkward,” she said before twisting and kissing his palm. He brushed his thumb over her cheekbone and sighed.“People are-““Hard work, I know Corvus. It wasn’t a criticism,” she said. Her beautiful eyes met his, blue meeting black. His hand was stark against her flushed skin. He wondered whether she had been drinking. He couldn’t smell it on her. She was so small but he knew she was far from fragile. She was older now, not enough to be showing it but her mind was different. Gone were the days of sneaking off into closets and snatching moments when they thought no one was looking. He was surer too, around her at least.He searched her eyes, wondering. “What is it?” she asked.It was a familiar routine, the awkwardness never left but she never called him out on it, never questioned or berated him either. He flicked his gaze to her mouth and back again before he leaned in and pushed his dry lips against hers. His hand slipped to the back of her head and he held her as they kissed. As always, his cares fell away; she was his entire focus.She was the one to break the kiss, “I adore you because you let me kiss you,” he said. That made her chuckle. Her little hand touched his chin and for a brief moment, he was taken back to younger, simpler days. Her mouth bumped his again, chaste to start with, becoming something more. The tingle was familiar, comforting and he leaned his head into hers. Her tongue flicked against the seam of his lips and he parted them, allowing her the access she wanted.Her little hum at the spark that fired between them was all he needed. He gently lifted her onto her lap, his arm wrapping around her waist. The kiss never broke. Her tongue licked and sucked on his, dancing and tangling in the patterns that was so familiar. She settled around him, legs resting on his. She pulled back. Her hands caressed the side of his face and he smiled up at her. “How long has it been since we did this outside?” she asked.“Too long,” he said.She pushed down on his lap and although he knew what she was up to, he let out a breathy hiss. “Oh, what’s that Corvus?” she asked. The tease in her tone was unmistakable. He pressed his hands on her hips. The moonlight reflected off her glossy hair and he could see the smile on her face almost as clear as if it were day.“You were always insufferable,” he said.She yanked the green fabric out from between them before pressing a swift kiss to his forehead. “No one will know,” she said. She took his hand and placed it between her legs, “It’s been too long.” Her mouth moved over his face, finding that spot on his collarbone that heightened the tingle flowing through him already. Feeling her heat through the thin fabric of her underwear, he slid his finger under the waist band and did as she had silently requested. Her soft skin, her slick lips… she was all he could smell, her musk filled the air.“Fuck,” she shivered as he pressed against her sensitive spot. Her hands began to fumble with the buckle of his black pants – he had forgone the bright colours offered on the grounds they had no clothes that fit him. She had always been a feisty woman and that had not changed.He lifted his hips as he kissed her again, allowing her the room she needed. Her deft fingers slid around his prick and he gasped into her mouth. The fact that she still wanted to do this always surprised him. He was content for her to take charge too. Stroking quickly, he was hard and aching for her in moments. Her other hand pushed coal black hair from his eyes and he gave her a breathy grin. “You want me?” she asked.“I adore you because you’re a tease,” he said. “Yes, you know I want you,” he added, knowing she would make him say it f he neglected to do so now.“Kiss me,” she said. He did. This time, it was no brushing of their mouths, this time he met hers with open lips. Tongues crashed together as he let his passion for the woman on his lap show. Static rushed through, clenching his solar plexus as he wrapped his tongue around hers, sliding and slipping against her. He was vaguely aware of her lifting her hips, then she was sinking onto him.Corvus knew he was larger than she was and these first moments were always slower. She wiggled, it felt as though she was trying to squeeze him into her. Her lips parted and it looked as though she was concentrating hard on something. “Keep still,” she said when he shifted. Slowly, she pushed down until she was simply sliding down him. The melting sensation rocked through him, the grunt that left him very real.“Are you?”“I’m fine,” she whispered. Her fingers brushed his neck and she leaned forward to kiss him, swift and needy before she began to move her hips. Corvus didn’t like being passive and so he moved with her gently. He knew how much of him she could take and what would hurt. He did not want to hurt her, never. She was too precious for that. He did reach up and press his lips to the base of her neck, where it met her shoulder and was rewarded with a hot gasp. She had several points that made her do that but this was the only one he could reach currently.Fluid flowed down his cock as she wiggled back and forth on his lap. Watching her take her pleasure from him was enough. “Touch me,” she whispered. Unable to resist her, his thumb found her clit and rubbed it in circles as she moved. She gasped and hitched. Every movement she made transferred to him and despite his lack of movement; he felt the static charge begin to build.A light sheen of sweat built on Nasturi’s skin, her scent filled the air. That was something far more arousing than she knew. He let out a soft, keening noise, almost a whimper as she picked up her pace. In the pale moonlight, he could see her expression change from arousal to bliss. Somehow he always managed to do that to her. He had no idea how. She laid her forearm on his shoulder, her nails biting into the flesh of his back. “Come on, love,” she whispered under her breath. She was panting now, eager and wanting. He thought about picking her up and holding her against the trunk of the tree to finish off but found there was not time. She was already beginning to twitch.The fire in his solar plexus flooded his body the moment she began to unravel. He was going to come! For a moment, panic flooded him, what if it was too soon? What if she wasn’t finished with him? What if it wasn’t enough? He stopped worrying the moment his balls drew up and the world fell away. Nasturi never judged him. Never. A couple of thrusts and he was lost.He caught the tail of her orgasm when he returned from his. She was leaning her forehead against him, her breathing irregular and sharp. For a moment he wondered if he had hurt her. Already, she was shaking her head, as if she knew what he was thinking. A hand brushed his hair away from his face and he opened his eyes, smiling at her. “Far too long,” she said.Kissing her was something he never grew tired of. He did so again, a long, slow gesture that was tender and full of the feeling her felt for her. He followed it up with a swift one. “I adore you, because you let me make love to you,” he said softly.She tucked her head under his neck and they stayed that way for a long time. His body heat prevented her from getting cold. Words were not really needed; their bodies had said everything they needed. The moon was just kissing the horizon when she stirred from the light doze that had stolen her away. It had been a most peaceful night; however they should be getting back. The Crusade was going to come calling for them very soon and there was no call to be found wanting. It was with great reluctance that they stood and left the sanctuary of the willow tree.
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Ahzek was asleep, peaceful and deep, for a change. He had not been friends with sleep since his twin’s passing several years back but this night was different. It was the first time he had slept in the arms of another man. He had been sure none of the other Captain’s would care; he and Hathor had always been close but since Ohrzmund’s passing, that bond had only deepened. Last night had been the first time they’d shared intimacy together and he had fallen asleep content and warm.He was slowly brought out of sleep when a wet, warm sensation pooled around his crotch. For a horrid moment he thought he might have pissed the bed but the rising panic evaporated when he heard a soft moan. +Don’t fret+ Hathor pulsed. +Enjoy this as I am+Hathor’s mouth had engulfed his dick and in the haze of half sleep, Ahzek could do nothing to resist the attention; nor did he want to. Aware now that the ache in his crotch was arousal, he relaxed and let himself enjoy Hathor’s tongue as it ran over the tip of his cock. Tips of fingers brushed against his balls, rubbing at the sensitive skin in time with the motion on his prick.Heat brewed in the base of his stomach. No, that was a lie, he had known that was there before he had woken. It intensified, along with the pressure Hathor was putting on his cock. The lapping and the gentle back and forth suckling made him sigh. Ahzek was sure he had never been this hard before. He pushed a hand below the covers and rested it on the top of Hathor’s head. He could feel the puff of his breath on his thighs, the scent of him seemed to invade his every sense and the pleasure he was feeling right now was beyond comprehension.His head was spinning with the overwhelming sensation of hot breath on his prick. His balls jumped and twitched under Hathor’s delicate hand and the swirl of his tongue over his head once more had a small surge of moisture flow down his shaft. He thought of apologising but it soon became irrelevant. Hathor lapped it up regardless.+I’m close+ he sent, the thought touched with a hint of embarrassment.+So you should be+ Hathor sent back. Ahzek was sure there was a smug expression on his face now that he knew that. His thoughts evaporated when another sweep of Hathor’s tongue touched his tip. His throat seemed to close and the clench in his solar plexus hurt. His leg jerked and his breath hitched. Hathor’s hand circling the base of his cock jerked back and forth with his mouth. Ahzek cried out. The rush of fluid leaving his balls was accompanied by deep spasms in his prick. Awareness faded for a few, brief moments.When it returned, he was breathing hard and his entire body tingled with the rush. Hathor had crept back up and was kissing him hard. Hands tangled in his hair and the press of his partner’s erection on his thigh was insistent. Ahzek pushed his hand beneath the cover once more and gripped it firmly.+You don’t have to…+ Hathor’s thought cut off as Ahzek set a rough pace, sensing Hathor’s already heightened arousal. It did not take long. He jerked into his hand a couple of times before filling it with warm fluid. Hathor relaxed into the covers beside him then, breathing as hard as he was. Glowing in a similar manner too, if his aura was anything to go by.“That is a good way to start the day,” Ahriman mused before kissing Hathor’s temple, grateful for the experience and resolving to return it some time.
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Wet - Our muses have sex while submerged in water (tub, pool, etc.)
She was in the bath. Again. What was that even about? Here he was, wrapped in the only towel that had been left – it barely covered his hips let alone anything else – waiting to get into the bathroom that was occupied by a priestess with a fascination for being far too clean. Well, he wasn’t having any of this! Certainly not. These were his rooms, it was his bathroom and if she wanted to use them, fine but there was no way he was going to be denied their use in the meantime.Konrad barged in.Large dark blue eyes widened as the door banged against the frame before crashing shut. It wasn’t quite hanging off the hinges. “Are you done?” he barked.Fuuko caught his eyes and shook her head. “No,” she said. She had the nerve to sink lower into the tub as if that would emphasise how unfinished she was.“Shame,” he snorted. “You look like you’re clean enough already, wrinkled and white!” She did not grace that with a response. Steam had already filled the air and misted up the mirrors, letting him know that she had been in here ages; he was surprised that she wasn’t more shrivelled up, like a prune. Snatching the towel from around his waist, he ditched it onto the floor without ceremony and stepped into the huge tub. Fuuko continued to ignore him.He was filthy, his hair hung in lank strands, plastered to the side of his face with the grime and muck from several day’s work. His skin was no cleaner; dust and dirt cling to him where he’d not worn armour. Grinning, he realised that he was making a total mess in Fuuko’s bath and for some reason that pleased him.“Shift your legs then,” he growled. She did as he said which allowed him room to crouch down and sink into the welcoming embrace of the hot water. The surface rocked and sloshed around but none was spilled. Folding his arms over his chest, he sat there and wondered what all the fuss was about. He had intended to just take a shower and leave but seeing her sat there as comfortable as she was, he wanted to see what the appeal was. So far, he wasn’t seeing it.She threw him a bar of soap.Catching it, he held the slippery bar in his hand and raised an eyebrow at her. “When you’re done with that, I’ll wash your hair,” she said.“I can do it on my own,” he said.“Suit yourself,” she said.He then began running the soap over his arms, scrubbing off the grime and revealing pale skin underneath. The pale skin soon began to turn a vivid shade of pink as he continued to rub at it long after the muck had gone away. He had been concentrating so hard on it that he flinched when a warm hand covered his much larger one and stilled his frantic movements. “Are you done being a jerk?” she asked. He nodded his head, once.It was a little awkward when she shifted around, water did escape the huge tub in which they were both sat but eventually she came to rest behind him. Before he could protest, her hands were rubbing sweet scented soap into his scalp. The gentle motion of her fingers pressed into the skin making his eyes heavy. He almost did not hear her when she spoke, “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.“No,” he replied. The dried blood had been cleansed from his skin and he no longer cared where it had come from. He wasn’t sure if he did in the first place. His home was a wreck, the inhabitants were abhorrent, and he hated them all. Death was too good for most of them, yet it was all he had to offer. The thoughts fled from his mind when Fuuko did that thing with her fingers close to his ears. If he was a cat, he would have been purring. As it was, he let out a contented sigh.She rinsed the suds from his hair and then began working in some of the goo that made it soft and smell like flowers. It was supposed to be good for it, or so she said at least. He didn’t care in the slightest; it just meant that she kept rubbing his head and that felt unbelievable after the time he had been out. Time seemed to still while she was moving her fingers and he wondered whether he would be able to sleep in the water. He probably shouldn’t, it was not a safe thing to do after all.Soft lips pressing on his aching shoulder brought his mind back to the present. Little teeth scrapped over his skin and a delicious shiver tripped down his spine; warming his belly when it settled. What was all this? If she wanted to pay him some more attention, he wasn’t going to complain about it.“Tell me,” she said softly, her breath hitting the shell of his ear. Her teeth nipped at the lobe before she continued. “Have you ever made love in a bath before?”Konrad’s first instinct was to scoff at such a foolish notion; she knew the answer to that already. Biting back the retort, he shoved a smile onto his face and shook his head. “Water will get everywhere,” he said. She knew he was enthusiastic when it came to love-making!“Surely, that is part of the fun?” she said.He wasn’t so sure about that, it sounded like fun but it also sounded as though it had a high potential for flooding. Maybe if they were in a lake or something it would be better. Or the shower. He cast it a fleeting glance over to his right. His thoughts dissolved when she nipped at his shoulder again. Ugh, fine, if that was what she wanted then he’d relent, she could clean the water up afterwards though!Catching her chin with a large finger, he tilted her head back and pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips were plump, soft and the faint taste of mint lingered on her breath, she had cleaned her teeth recently. A flash of guilt shot through him; he had done no such thing. It didn’t seem to bother her overly much, not by the way her tongue tickled his mouth, demanding entrance. Konrad relented with a soft growl – a known signal for her to watch his teeth. She did and seconds later he was drowning in the sensation that was her.He was always amazed by how small her tongue was, how deft and subtle and how she was able to do such things with it that made the rest of the world not matter anymore. He no longer cared that they were in a huge tub of now luke-warm water, all he wanted was to chase her tongue around the inside of his mouth and win the battle she created.She was the one who drew his hand to her chest, encouraging him to play with the generous breasts there. He didn’t need much encouragement to do so; he liked her breasts. The way they swayed and moved as she did was captivating and it took him some strength to not just look at them.The positioning was awkward. That needed to change. Reaching around behind him, he pulled her onto his lap. The slosh of water was irrelevant compared to the simple pleasure of feeling her against him in this way. She was hot in his lap and he chased her mouth, returning the kiss he had broken to move her. Small hands pushed into his clean hair. He twisted his head to the side, granting her better access to his mouth without his nose getting in the way. Her soft breath hit his cheek, carefully, he nipped at her lips. When he drew back, she just followed.His hearts pounded in his chest, her little hands rested on his shoulders. This was something he would never get used to, as much as he wanted to. She never failed in this. He was already hard. That would have been awkward once upon a time, now it was merely inevitable. She broke the kiss and bit his neck. His lips parted and he let out a noise that was definitely not Night Haunter-esque. He raised his hips eagerly, twisted and sank his teeth into her shoulder, not enough to draw blood but enough to feel it.Her squeal was worth it. “Hey,” she laughed.“What?” he demanded before he did it again, this time to the side of her neck. Again, enough to leave a mark but not to draw blood.She took his hand again and slid it down her body. He knew what she wanted but the guidance was always welcome. He was not so sure of this mode of contact to be secure in her demands. The moment his hand was brought to the apex of her thighs however, he knew what to do. Knowing fingers parted her lips and slid against her. The water helped but he could tell she was wet, the moisture there slicker than the liquid around them.The little mewling noises she made as he touched her were a delight to hear. They sent a delicious thrill through him, the way she lay on his chest as he caressed her delicate sex. She hissed when he found her sensitive nub and pushed his calloused finger up against it. She tried to force her weight onto him, however the water kept her floating just above him.He pushed his forefinger into her, just past the knuckle; his thumb kept massaging her clit in a slow, almost languid manner. This was something she had taught him to do, long ago and he liked to think that he had perfected the technique. By the sound of it, he had done so. Her lips mashed against his again, the kiss stolen, made and broken in moments. She wiggled and squirmed against him, her breasts pushed against his broad chest.Heat fired in the pit of his stomach; he wanted her. Needed her even. He leaned forward and sucked the peak of her breast into his mouth, careful not to catch his teeth against her skin. She tightened against his finger, her breathing shifted, became shallow and hitching. He thrust his finger that bit quicker, pressed a bit harder and she unravelled. The look on her face was a picture, the way her nose screwed up and her mouth opened. His cock pushed against his hand, demanding attention too. Soon.He didn’t let her settle, there was something amazing about thrusting into her still twitching and clenching pussy. He pulled her down onto him sharply; it was his turn to gasp as the pressure around his cock increased. This first thrust was always so, so sweet. There was no adjustment, she was tight. His thoughts spiralled out. He bit her shoulder. She squealed.He didn’t give himself time either, he just started thrusting. He could hear her protests, her mewling and squeaking. There was no stopping. He wasn’t hurting her and if she truly wanted to stop, she would do so. He was aware of water sloshing around, as he had said it would. It wasn’t a worry. Her hands scrabbled against his chest, her nails bit into his skin. Not enough to draw blood.Hands fell to her hips, gripping them tight, holding her still as he thrust into her. Her thighs clenched and tensed, her legs resting on his hips. “Konrad,” she gasped. He knew what that meant. She tensed around him all over again, this time with his cock inside her rather than his finger. Deft little finger pinched his nipple, hard. He gnashed his teeth at her.“Fuuko,” he snapped. The heat shot through his stomach, his hips bucked. She did it again. He growled as his thrusts lost consistency; he was going to come and there was little that could stop it. Her mouth claimed his as she tightened again. Her tongue thrust into her mouth. His thumb pressed into her hip. The sound of water smacking against their skin, the bath, the floor echoed, he grinned as she kissed him. He then pulled back and the world turned white.Not from a vision, not from a pull of some foresight, because her body demanded it. Her cries were joined by his and for a few blissful moments, he only knew the pleasure she gave him. It never lasted long, but when he returned to the present, his body tingled. Her forehead was pressed against his and she was panting. There was a smile on her face. Good. He’d not broken her this time.She then relaxed against him, he slid from her and his arm curled around her back, holding her close in a loose embrace. He nuzzled into her shoulder and kissed her cheek, a rare, genuinely tender gesture that let her know how he felt for her. “I didn’t come here to do this,” he muttered, “But, I’m glad I did.”“Me too,” she said. She sat up and pressed a kiss to his mouth. “Now, I have work to do, get this water cleaned up and maybe there will be something to eat,” she said before pushing out of the bath.“Hey!” he snapped. He was sure that wasn’t part of the deal. He made to grab her but she was already out of reach. Damn, there was water everywhere! He looked around and shrugged. He wasn’t going to wipe that up, it would dry on its own!
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Friends - Our muses are friends with benefits
“I am only coming in there if there is ice cream.” Sevatar’s grumble echoed through the thin cloth of the roof of the blanket fort and Spero looked up. Typical. She had made the fort big enough for the Night Lord to fit in as well, lined it with warm blankets and pillows. Spero had been reclining on one of them, reading her book when her companion had disturbed her. She looked up from the book, only able to see his unclothed foot.“Are you going to make me get out of here and fetch it?” she asked, already knowing the answer.“Yes.”She snapped the book shut and placed it at the other end of the tent. Scooting forward, she left the tent and looked at her wayward companion, “Well get in then, I will be back soon.” The side of his scarred mouth twitched and he glanced down at the tent.“Fine,” he said.By the time she returned, he had made himself more than a little comfortable. When Spero bent to her knees, she saw that he was stretched out over the back of the fort reclining on a pile of pillows. Chucking the cold tub at his stomach, she placed the spoon between her teeth and gestured for him to move over. He didn’t.With all the grace of a dead rabbit, Spero scooted herself back into the fort. The blankets scrunched up underneath her and she flopped in. When she had settled herself in the space that was left, she took the spoon out of her mouth and handed it to him. “Happy?” she asked.He took the spoon, peeled the lid back from the tub and dug out some of the soft, cool fluff. She watched as he placed the spoon in his mouth. The delicate flex and stretch of his lips, the way the scar pulled back and his tongue greeted the spoon as though it were a lover. Spero swallowed. She had never envied cutlery before. His black eyes closed in exaggerated pleasure as he pulled the spoon back through his lips and sighed. When he opened his eyes, they met hers and he smirked, “What?”“Are you going to share that?” she asked.He looked down at the tub, then back up at her. “I wasn’t going to.” Her foot slipped, kicking him in the shin. Of course, it would never hurt, he was far too genhanced for something like that to bother him but the message would be sent clearly enough. He raised a black eyebrow.“I slipped!” she protested.The other eyebrow joined his raised one and he shoved the spook back into the ice cream. He pulled it out again and waved it at her. “You’re not having the spoon,” he said. His grin showed, clean, white teeth flashing at her.Spero opened her mouth anyway and accepted the ice cream which was pushed into her mouth with surprising care. Maybe he didn’t want to damage her teeth. It was cold, sweet and utterly delicious. She didn’t linger, released the spoon so he could eat some more should he wish to. It seemed as though he did. Once more, she watched with envy as he wrapped his mouth around the spoon, this time, he made no question of it. She was sure he was planning on doing something however. There was a flash in those black eyes of his that just gave it away.He watched her the entire time he had the spoon in his mouth. Spero was sure that he pulled it between his lips deliberately slowly. “Wish this was you?” he asked.“When you treat is as though it were the most desired of lovers, yes,” she said.“But you don’t shovel piles of fluffy ice cream into my mouth though, do you?” he said.That sounded like a challenge to her. She swiped the tub from where it rested next to his stomach and held out her hand for the spoon. For a moment she thought he wasn’t going to let her have it. Then the sticky end splattered into her hand. Grinning, she dug into the tub and scooped some of the ice cream into her mouth.“Hey! I didn’t give you that to just eat it all yourself,” Sevatar said.She turned her blue eyes to him, signalling him to just wait a moment. Leaning over, she pushed her mouth up to his. The moment his lips parted, she pushed the ice cream into his mouth with her tongue. She pulled back, the grin still on her face. He savoured the ice cream regardless. “Well, don’t stop there,” he said when he had done.The cool of the ice cream had contrasted deliciously with the heat of his mouth, she was only too happy to indulge him. She scooped some more into her mouth and repeated the action. Once again, his sharp taste contrasted the sweet ice cream. This time, his rough tongue brushed hers, lingering before taking the cold cream with him.Next time, when their mouths met, he did not take the ice cream straight away. Instead, she was permitted to explore his mouth instead. Delicate heat prickled at the hairs on her arms, and she shifted a little closer. He broke the kiss, for that was what it had become, and looked at her.“I’m not done,” he said.“Nor am I,” she replied. Putting some more ice cream into her mouth, she pushed up against his scarred face once again. His lips parted and once more, she was fixed with another searing kiss. The contrasting temperatures, his musky scent and deft way of probing her mouth created a heady combination that set her senses alight. Without thought, her hand touched his cheek. It crept into his black hair, gripped and pulled him in, not wanting to let him go just yet. It was futile, he was far bigger and stronger than she was.His response was to pull her against him, the kiss deepened. For a moment, their teeth collided. She pulled back a fraction. Her hand brushed the side of his face, finding the skin softer than she thought possible. Her fingertips bumped the armour port at the base of his neck, exploring the flesh there as her tongue toyed with his, the ice cream long gone.Sucking in air through her nose, she refused to let him leave her mouth. She hummed into the kiss, savouring him, wanting him even more. He shifted closer. Her eyes drifted closed as his warmth engulfed her. Abandoning what remained of her restraint, she pressed herself into his body, filling his hard planes with her soft curves. Her hands slid down his back to rest lightly on his firm bum.He groaned when she broke the kiss; she leaned down to bite at the side of his neck. The tang of his skin flooded her mouth and her eyes drifted closed. She wanted to focus on the taste and that alone. He leaned his head back and she moved around to the front, her tongue pressing against his throat, which elicited some delicious sounds from his lips. A smile crept onto her face and she repeated the action, savouring the noises he made. Spero wanted to hear more of those.“You have a problem,” he said.“What?” she asked, as far as she knew they had both been enjoying that. A smirk touched his lips and he took her hand.“You need to deal with this.” Her hand was placed firmly on the expanded bulk of his cock. Spero’s eyes widened.“My problem?” she asked.“Well, you’re the cause, it doesn’t do that by itself.”Spero pressed the heel of her hand into his crotch and gave a light shrug, “I don’t believe that for a moment,” she said.“Ahh, you catch me for in a mistruth. You still need to deal with it.” His tone was light and she laughed despite herself. It was a good job he was hot.There was still ice cream left. A thought occurred to her. “Very well,” she said. Her deft hand tugged the buttons of his fly undone, her hand slipping into the fabric and squeezing the confined bulge. “Get these out the way.” She gave a final tug, unable to move him out the way. He was far larger than she after all.When he shifted and yanked the fatigues out the way, she reached for the tub of ice cream again. Shoving some more into her mouth, she let the chill settle before she bent down and slipped her hand under his cock. As she lifted it, she slipped the smooth head into her wet mouth. Sevatar made no sound, his hand simply tangled into her thick, red hair as she swept her tongue over his tip. The sugary, sweet ice cream was sharp against the tang of salt.Spero’s fingers curled around the base of his shaft. She knew he would push into her throat before long; this was something he enjoyed. For the moment, she was content working up to that. The ice cream slid over his prick, mixing with her saliva, coating him with the fluid. His hand curled around her hair, holding it at the nape of her neck. Spero’s other hand moved to cup his heavy balls, kneading them as she pushed him further and further into her mouth. Her tongue was not idle, it swept over him, rubbing and pawing at his shaft, tickling and teasing the head, swiping away the fine bead of moisture that appeared there.She was awarded with a groan that came from the pit of his stomach. As she bobbed her head back and forth, his hand tightened in her hair and began moving with her. She knew what came next. His movements became more dictated, he pushed her head down further, his hips lifting at the same time. She had never choked on him, though he had tried that a few times. Her head moved with him, suckling and licking at him as he thrust into her mouth. Squeezing his balls, Spero savoured the heavier breathing, the noises he made and the grunts too. Every noise was a victory, every sound a triumph.Pressing her lips firmly onto his shaft, she quickened her pace as his thrusting intensified. His balls jumped in her hand, his head rolled back and the growl he made increased in pitch. Knowing what was about to happen, she abruptly stopped and pulled out of his grip. She moved her hand away and leaned up on her elbows.His face was a picture. Somewhere between rapture and torment, confusion and irritation.Sevatar reached over and grabbed her leg. Spero squealed as he yanked her onto her back, “Don’t think we’re done,” he growled.It was an ancient play, one she knew the lines to most well. “Of course not,” she quipped. “Though this was not what I had in mind. Just that someone was too eager to get going that I had no chance to move.” She shoved his chest with her foot. It was not a blow that would even bother a warrior such as he.He feigned falling back however, allowing her to climb into his lap. This would be far more comfortable and it gave her the illusion of control as well. His hand brushed against her lower spine, she rubbed her slick quim over his cock, teasing herself. Her fingers found his chest, brushed over the hairless expanse to find one of his nipples. It was while she was pinching it that she allowed herself to sink onto him, impaling herself on his thick length.No matter how many times they did this, it always felt as good as the first. His girth always surprised her. It stole her breath and she gasped as he assisted with a swift thrust. Spero yelped. Hands flew to her hips, thumbs pressed into the soft skin on either side and as always, there was no reprieve. No way for her to accommodate or become used to his presence inside her. Immediately, he began the process of slaking his lust.That did not mean she didn’t enjoy what he did. Oh no, far from it. Every movement he made sent sparks rocketing through her. At first, she tried to keep up with him, his hips colliding into his as he thrust up into her. After a moment, she gave up. There was no pace to keep. Her hands rested on his broad chest, keeping her balance as he pounded into her. Heat ripped through her, red waves of searing fire cascaded over Spero’s body with every thrust he made. Her entire body clenched, or seemed to and she knew what was about to happen.It seemed as though he had other ideas.Sevatar yanked his prick from within her. The smirk on his face was one she wanted to smack off. He had left her body trembling, aching for his return. “Doesn’t feel so good does it,” he said. Spero shook her head. “Hands and knees,” he demanded.“Like this Sev?” she asked. She did as asked and then wiggled her bum at him, teasing, aching for him.“Hmm,” he confirmed. He inched over to her, she could feel his heat reflecting off her skin. Wrapping his hand around her thick, red hair, he yanked it back. At the same time, he thrust back into her quivering quim. Spero did not recognise the noises that came from her throat. “What was that? I didn’t catch it?” he asked.“Fuck,” she said as another one of his deep thrusts caught her by surprise. He set a relentless pace; the slap of his thighs hitting her bum warned those that might venture into the blanket fort that now was not a good time. He tugged her hair, forcing her to look up. Over her shoulder, she saw the delicious concentration on his face as he fucked her. His lips were parted, she was sure he was panting at least a little.His other hand slapped her bum, the sting echoing through her. Spero screwed her eyes shut, the wave of red rising within her. The cliff fell away, and her body slammed against the shores as her climax tore through her. Her eyes rolled, her back arched, and her muscles clenched his shaft. Rolling waves of heat coated her quim. It rolled down to cover her lover's cock and as the white, hot nectar flowed thick from her sex, Spero knew she was his. He owned her and with every crashing wave that followed she continued to ride the tide as he fucked her through it.Still, he did not relent. Another slap echoed, another jerk on her hair. She thrust back into him; her cries joined the slaps. His voice finally joined hers, his deep sonorous voice filled with pleasure. Reaching behind her awkwardly, the tips of her fingers brushed his balls. He shouted then, his thrusts increasing in pace, losing their consistency.Sevatar leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back. His hot breath brushed the back of her neck. His panting breath echoed in gasps, she knew what was going to happen. Teeth scrapped over her shoulder, the bite would leave a mark. It always did.He pulsed inside her, thrust three more times, grunted and released. The odd scent of his sweat reached her as he coated her insides with hot, sticky fluid. Only when the final spurt had left him did he release the hold on her hair. There was a shift and his body heat left her with a shiver. When he was settled, he did not reach for her; he never did. Spero went anyway and settled against with a soft sigh.After a moment, he spoke, “Is there any ice cream left?”
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Plunge - One of our muses fingering the other
The party was in full swing. Celebrations like this were not overly common with the Fifteenth, they tended to prefer quieter, more scholarly events, but Horus was having none of it. His warriors were far more enthusiastic when they had won a battle and it showed. Food had been prepared and partaken of. Now everyone was waiting for the desert. Spero sat next to Ahriman, their hands linked under the table. She was there to record and witness what had happened, the fact that the two of them had been together for a few months now had nothing to do with her presence there. That was what he kept telling himself anyway.Conversation had flowed almost as freely as the wine; by the time the serfs brought desert round – layers of ice-cream and some crunchy, sweet treat that he was informed was called meringue, he almost didn’t want it. Almost. It was a delicious combination however and by the time he was done, Ahzek felt more than satisfied. The wine that followed was not quite as delicious as the ones he made but it would suffice. At some point, Spero had dropped her hand. He had been talking to Hathor about the recent discovery in biomancy when her hand brushed the inside of his thigh. He did not react. Hathor would know anyway, he always knew. The smile that crept onto his face gave everything away.+I think you two need some time alone together.+ the biomancer sent.Ahzek caught Spero’s hand before she could reach anything too sensitive and placed it on his knee instead. +I believe you are right.+ he sent back.He then turned to the little minx that was attempting to grope him under the table and smiled, “I missed you also,” he said. They were still surrounded by other party goers, so he was loathe to make any physical display for her. Most of them would be able to see his aura too, and hers, so he measured his reaction. Her smile was subtle, but he knew exactly what it meant. He had not been away that long to forget her little nuances.+Take me somewhere quiet?+ he sent to her. As lovely as she looked, done up in her black dress with her hair up like that, he wanted nothing more than to peel it off her.It seemed as though she had no qualms as he did. Spero shifted in her chair, rose up and pressed her lips to his. Ahzek’s eyes widened a fraction before he leaned into the kiss anyway. He heard snickers from those around him, his brothers knew of their connection, the Luna Wolves did not. Their whoops and cheers made his cheeks colour but he didn’t break the contact. A small hand touched his cheek, her tongue flicked over his sealed lips but he did not yield.+Away from these animals, please.+ he sent. She broke away and gave a small nod.“Come then,” she said, “Let’s go.”“Yes, I will walk you back,” he said perhaps a little louder than he should. They both got to their feet together and she slid her hand into his again. It was she who tugged him away from the table and the knowing looks of the Wolves who had shared their table.They had scarce left the room before she turned and stopped him. Their lips met at the same time, far more passionate than it had been moments before. He pulled her close, wanting her warmth against him. Lips parted, tongues met and little whimpers escaped them both. Tilting his head to the side, he pushed further into her mouth, remembering her delicate taste and soft lips. Savouring them for the first time in months, he truly had missed her.He knew he should take her back to their rooms, but the doorway was blocked by a lot of other astartes and guests. None of them would notice if… Ahriman smirked. He was not the best at altering the thoughts of others so they would not be seen, but he was adept enough to put the suggestion into those minds that they were not to be noticed. Tugging her hand, he lightly pulled Spero against the wall. She was so warm, so close; it had been so long.His mind touched a handle, the door opened inward, and they practically tumbled inside. “Ahzek?” she questioned. The door clicked shut behind them. “Is this a closet?” she asked.“Does that matter?” Her chuckled reply told him far more than words could. Their mouths crashed together then, words no longer needed. Their time apart and longing for one another showing in the intensity of their kiss. He tilted his head a little, pushing into her mouth, caressing her tongue with his. Once again, her delicate taste flooded his senses. Her hand pushed into his hair and he sagged against the wall under the assault of her passion. Sinking to the floor, she climbed into his lap, the connection of their mouths never breaking.Purple flashed though her aura, his matched. Huge hands slid up her waist, rucking up the fabric of her black dress. Fingers yanked at his robes. All the while, the kiss consumed him. Perfume touched his nose, delicate. If he focused he could pick up all the compounds it was made of. A light touch brushed his hardening length and he hissed. While he had been distracted, she had shoved her hand into his underwear. He hadn’t realised how starved of touch he was until now.Letting his hand fall, he cupped her breast, his thumb brushing the nipple through the fabric. The murmur she made broke the kiss for a moment. Silently, he looked up at her through the gloom. It didn’t matter that they were in a cleaning closet, it didn’t matter that they didn’t have long, or that they had to be quiet. All that mattered was that they were together. He touched her face with his other hand. “We can take our time later,” he whispered.“Fine,” she nodded.Her grip on his cock strengthened and he tugged the remaining fabric of her dress out the way. Her scent, musky and clean, hit him and he suppressed a groan. His dick jumped in her hand, the wave of pure, white warmth that flowed after reminded him how much he had missed her.Slipping his hand underneath her panties, he realised she must have missed him too. The slick essence coated his fingers. She whimpered when he pressed against the sensitive areas. Slowly, he slid his finger back and forth against her soft skin. After a moment of indulgence however, she lifted her hips and tugged his hand away. “Careful,” she whispered, “We don’t want to get caught.”She wiggled, and the slick heat of her touched the tip of his cock. He bit his lower lip as she sank onto him agonisingly slowly. The curse died on his lips when he caught the look on her face. The line of pleasure just between her eyebrows, the way her nose wrinkled, the pull of her mouth. Her knees nudged at his hips and he could do nothing for a moment but grin at the woman he was now inside.Her hand covered his mouth, though the smile on her face was playful. “You said quick,” she whispered, her voice little more than a breath. “Let’s see how quick!”Then she began to move. White danced through him as the pleasure rocketed from the tip of his prick through his entire body. He had sought to connect minds with her but his concentration was swiftly robbed. All he could do, was slip his huge hands to her hips and press into them with his fingers as she rolled back and forth along his length.Watching the bliss travel over her as moved was almost as incredible as what she was doing to him. His lips parted and he licked the fingers that were still covering his mouth. She hissed but didn’t remove them. He knew he could be silent. He was unsure about her. Breath hitched as Spero changed her pace. Leaning up, he pushed her hands against her mouth, kissed them. He bent his knees, giving her more resistance. Watching her bite her lip to keep from shouting outTingling built in the base of his spine. The suckling clench of her heat around his cock trembled and twitched as she moved. He pushed his hips up to hers, not preventing what was happening. It had been a long time, there was no worry there. Spero smiled down at him, her expression rapt, almost determined.Ahzek leaned his head back against the wall and let the heat flow between them. His vision blurred, his breathing ceased and his thoughts vanished leaving his mind utterly blank. His hips stuttered, bucking as his body reached the inevitable point. Normally, he’d have cried out, normally, he’d have been vocal about what he was feeling. He never forgot that they were in a closet. His cock pulsed, the tension releasing white ropes of fluid deep into her. Nor was he alone with his pleasure, she vibrated around him, her breathing far heavier than before.When he opened his eyes again, both were breathing heavily. Her smile was a mirror of his, sated for the time being. Leaning up, he pressed a swift kiss to her lips. “Come,” he whispered, “Maybe now we can get out of here.”“Yes,” she nodded, “I rather fancy some time in the bath, with you of course.”He chuckled at that and she slid off his lap. It took a moment for her to rearrange her dress, and his robes too. Once done, they crept out of the closet as though being in there was the most natural thing in the world. No one noticed. They were all far too busy with their own agendas. It allowed them to sneak off for the rest of the evening so they could spend it as she had suggested.
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Motor - Our muses having sex in a car – or in this case, a transport
The moment he had climbed down the hatch of the land raider, Synthalia had grabbed the thing and drawn it shut. The bang had echoed, though there was no one nearby to hear it. It was a good job that they could both see in the dark. She didn’t waste time talking, there were no questions asked, she simply reached out and clasped his shoulder. He knew what was going on too, it was a familiar situation and they had summoned one another for this reason before. Never in the land raider though, and never had she felt such a burning desire either.Without preamble, their mouths connected. Lips parted and tongues collided. His salty tang flooded her mouth, a taste she would recognise anywhere. Dimly, she knew that she would be able to track him with this granted knowledge, something she would never have to do. Tilting her head to the side, she caressed his tongue, chasing his. Heat flushed her white cheeks, though she was far from embarrassed about what she was doing. He was far from passive either. Hot breath echoed off her face, scratchy beard grazed her skin, rough, scar-burned hands shoved into her hair, holding the back of her neck as if in a vice.Not content, she brushed her hand through the scruff on his cheek. It had taken getting used to. He was no less desirable for it; somehow, the rugged hair added to his considerable charm. The palm of her hand was no smoother than his, the rough scrape of skin grazed as her hand gripped the soft locks of his hair. It was perhaps the softest thing about the First Captain. That and the skin just behind his ear where his jaw began.As the kiss became more heated, he stepped forward. Synthalia was not quite as tall as Sevatar, she never backed down but with his hand on her shoulder, she was guided backwards. She stopped when her calves hit one of the land raider’s seats. Not once did their contact break. When she finally pulled back, her lips tingled. Synthalia met his eyes and licked her lower lip. She could still taste him. “Delicious,” she hummed, finally speaking. It had done nothing to abate the lust pulsing through her veins. Pressure on her shoulder made her sit, the curve of the seat familiar.“I think you know what else is delicious,” he said. She looked up at him. Emotionless black eyes stared back at her; she had expected nothing else. The scar about his mouth made the smirk wider. She understood well enough. Her hands came to rest on his thighs, thumbs pressing into the firm meat of his legs. She had been face to face with him before. Say what you will of Sevatar, but never let it be said that he was small. Her smirk matched his. “Tell me anyway? Indulge me,” she said. Her hand brushed over the impressive swelling with the ghost of a touch.His hand tightened in her hair, pulling. Despite the sweet shock it sent through her, she hissed. Her hand tugged at the fasten of his fatigues, popping the buttons with a deft movement of her hand. The brief illumination of a low, flashing green light echoed off his white skin, though there was no other sound except what they made. “This bit here?” she asked before the ran the tip of her tongue over the skin where his waistband had been. It earned her another tug of her hair.“Try again.”She stuck her bottom lip out, deliberately ignoring the bulge that wanted to be set free. She nipped his bare hip, tugging the fatigues down out the way. There was another yank, sharper this time. Fine. Patience was perhaps not the virtue of the day. Her hand was not rough when she lifted his prick free from the confines of his pants. Keeping her grip on the base of him, she poked the tip of his hardening cock with her tongue.“Kiss it,” he said.She did. Her lips, not delicate yet soft, brushed along the head. Her lips parted, she pushed the hooded skin back. Her tongue played around the slit, swirling and teasing as she had done with his mouth. Moistening every part of his cock with her mouth, she used the press of her lips to push against him. She liked it when he hardened around her tongue, she felt each twitch, each pulse and motion.Her hand was hardly idle while her mouth moved. It slid back and forth in time with the motion of her mouth. His scent, musky with undertones of lapping powder, made her shiver. The flood of heat between her thighs never failed to amaze her when she was around him. He sparked deep sensations that she was sure she shouldn’t feel. She ran the tongue under his cock, tasting him, sucking on the tip while her hand worked the length. Slowly, she brought her other hand up to cup his balls. The weight of them made it easy to roll them, squeezing them, tugging on them as she pushed him deeper into her mouth.Synthalia had never had much trouble with gagging, she was able to take him into her throat without her choking. It was a strange sensation, not uncomfortable. The grip on her hair tightened and he started to thrust. A move as familiar as it was pleasurable. Relaxing, she gave up control of the motion and moved with him instead. One hand circled the base of his shaft. Her other she decided to put to good use. Thrusting it into her fatigues, she pushed her fingers between the wet cleft at the top of her thighs and groaned around his cock. Her panties were drenched with the need to have him inside her, for now she teased herself as he fucked her mouth.The swift thrusting coated her mouth with salty fluid, though she knew he wasn’t done, far from it. She shuddered as she pressed against her wet clit, quivering with a need she had felt since she had returned to the Nightfall. She had been planet-side for what felt like months, perhaps it was. She’d had time to get clean before summoning him here. They’d not fucked in a land raider before. A deep, guttural sound caught her attention and she pressed her tongue against his prick again. Sparks shot through her; her calves tensed up.A hand curled down and snapped her wrist, stopping her from teasing herself. She glanced up, his thrusts slowed. Sucking down on him, she let him slip from her mouth with a little pop. “I need you to fuck me,” she growled. “Now.”“Better get those fatigues off then,” he said. She gave him a final squeeze at the base before shucking out of her pants. The moment they were gone, rough hands gripped her and hoisted her up. Her back hit the metal of the Land Raider with a bang. The tip of his slick cock pressed against her wet pussy, before sliding into her.The full sensation his prick gave her always left her breathless. “Fuck,” she hissed, catching her lower lip between her teeth. She crossed her legs over his hips, tensed and savoured the little noise he made in return. Her heavy breasts pressed against the hard muscle of his chest, for a moment, she craved skin contact.There was no real time to adjust; he just started thrusting. His hand thudded into the metal beside her head. Twisting, she sank her teeth into his arm. She matched his pace, feeling every inch he gave her. Need drove her onwards, the need to feel him, the need to lose herself in heat, the need for the oblivion that came with release. He growled, low and guttural, nudged her head out the way. The bite was returned on her neck.The flashing light in the Land Raider did not provide much illumination, though the darkness was no trouble. A constant slap of thigh crashing against thigh echoed from the walls, hot breath hit her face. She couldn’t reach between them to touch, she didn’t need to. A swift, sloppy wet kiss caught her mouth, broken seconds later as air was sucked in.Synthalia’s awareness of the rest of the world faded away, narrowing to the burning heat coiled in the pit of her stomach and the point where they joined. His bulk bucked within her, she glanced at his face, an expression of pleasurable concentration touched his mouth, though not his eyes, never his eyes. Her teeth clamped on his chin, her stomach clenched.“Sev!” she cried, shortening his name without thought.His thrusting lost consistency, became sharper, shorter, more insistent. Her vision darkened. She screwed her eyes shut and gave in to the insistent nagging from her body. Fire slammed into her; rapid clenching gripped his cock as he thrust once, twice, three time more. His shouts then joined hers and she felt him release thick jets of sticky fluid into her.Moments later, she realised that she was trembling. The sharp release of tension had left her both breathless and reeling, in a way that only he could. Her legs shook, though not with the effort of keeping herself where she was, she was strong enough for that. She found herself guided down to one of the seats, easily straddling him as he sat. Neither of them were out of breath, though she knew her third lung had been engaged to cope with the irregular breathing.For a while, they remained where they were, silent. She held on to his broad shoulders, her head lightly resting against his. At first, it had surprised her that he hadn’t immediately insist they wash up and part ways. Not so anymore. Love was an emotion far above anything either of them was capable of feeling, but that did not mean there was no capacity for care. She had come to care, and that too surprised her.The light in the Land Raider flicked from green to red. “We need to go,” she said. They both knew that it meant someone was coming to inspect the vehicle.“Worried we’ll be caught?” he said.She slid off his lap regardless, abandoning his warmth. Pulling her fatigues back on, she shot him a regretful look. “Never, I’d stay snuggling for a while longer, though I have no need for a tech-marine to catch jealousy upon our discovery,” she said. By the time she looked up, he had shoved himself back into his fatigues and straightened his mussed-up hair. She pulled hers back into a tail and grinned. The vehicle smelled of them both; something that the next occupant wouldn’t fail to miss. He let her climb out first, and she shut the hatch the moment he was out. “Until next time?” she asked.His mouth touched hers, a mere parting of ways. “Until then.” The smile slid off her face as they turned from one another. The delicate ache between her thighs had been replaced with a fulfilled tingle; at least for the time being.
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Synthalia had not been late to the meeting, she just had been last in. It was a simple briefing, nothing more, or so she hoped. Often, these affairs tended to run into the small hours and become tedious. There was the miniscule hope that for once, Naraka would stop his waffling and they would be able to make plans without the bickering. Who was she fooling? Malek was there as well and those two could argue into next week if they were but given opportunity.She sighed when she realised that the only space left at the table was the one next to Sevatar. Normally, she would avoid sitting beside him. Not because she disliked him, quite the opposite in fact. Nothing good ever came of them sitting next to one another. Their black eyes met as she stalked over. “What is it Naeve?” he asked, “Not afraid to sit beside me are you?” The light mocking in his tone was not lost on her, though she did ignore it.“Never,” she replied as she yanked the chair from under the table. She plonked into it and dragged it under the table. She leaned her elbows on the metal structure and rested her chin on her hands, every image the attentive warrior she needed to be. She looked over her shoulder at Sevatar, a small smile tugged at the edge of her mouth. The rustle of fabric drew her attention away, a calloused hand touched her shoulder.“Sit back, I can’t see,” Sevatar said.“There is nothing to see,” she replied. She sat back anyway.As if to prove her wrong, a tactical display flashed to life in the centre of the table. The green light showed the surface of the planet they were currently orbiting, highlighted all the cities and potential sites they could drop to and begin their version of compliance. She scanned the runes, took the information in and waited for the Captains to start talking. Three and a quarter seconds later, Naraka did.He gave a rundown of what they could all read, knowing that half of those present wouldn’t have bothered to do so themselves. Synthalia listened, confirming what she had read with a nod here or there. There were murmurs, then a slight pause. Then they all started talking at once, which told her this was going to be a long meeting. She resisted the urge to sigh.The merits of the cities were weighed up, this caused the first disagreement. Malek thought that the central dwelling was best, it may be smaller but it had a large trade centre. Naraka indicated the largest city, which he thought was better because the population was larger. She flinched when a pale hand grasped her thigh. The urge to swat it away was strong; she didn’t. Already bored, she couldn’t see the harm in allowing this small infraction on her person.Her dark eyes met his dead ones. There was never anything in them, just pin-pricks of light that showed what direction he looked. Despite this, despite the dark skin under his eyes and the cold way he gazed around, she found herself drawn to him. The scar that bisected his left eyebrow and that marred the left side of his lip simply added to the roguish attraction she felt. Sometimes, she hated him for it.His hand crept to the inside of her thigh and she squeezed them together. None of the others seemed to have noticed his wandering hand, and Emperor knew she was bored enough. She slid her chair a little closer but made no other sign something was amiss.The wiggle of his fingers made her ease her thighs apart. She already knew what he was capable of, this was hardly the first time he had touched her. The others present, and so blatant, was. Synthalia was not going to back down, not going to grant him the satisfaction of knowing she hadn’t the gall for this. His intention was clear when the heel of his hand pressed against her mound and his fingers ghosted just below. She didn’t look at him, merely pressed her lips together and shuffled a little in her chair.The others were still arguing.No one else heard the near silent sound of her fatigue buttons coming loose, nor the quiet rustle of fabric either. They were far too focused on what she should be focusing on. His hand slipped under the waistband of her panties and she leaned back a fraction. Heat flared as his rough padded finger brushed against her clit. The moment was fleeting, and he slid passed it into wetter places. Slick moisture rushed to greet him; she tried her best not to fidget.“What do you think First Captain?” Malek’s growl jerked her attention back to the argument at hand. It did not stop Sevatar’s exploration of her tender parts, though he spoke as though nothing was amiss.“I was quite enjoying your little tirade,” he replied, “Do continue.”Malek shot him a glare, however Naraka looked most pleased with himself. The conversation carried on; he had done that on purpose! She didn’t bother glaring, it would make her want to punch the smirk off his annoyingly handsome features. The thought was lost when one of his fingers rubbed against her entrance. It slid inside her with ease and she forced away a gasp. Instead she drew in a slow breath and let it out again. It didn’t help.Her mind wondered away from the briefing even further than it already was. She thought back to the last time they’d been together. The land raider had been a silent, dark place that seemed right for the purpose. She had been correct. It had not been their longest session but it had been furious, and fun. A bump against her clit brought light dancing before her eyes. This time, she did shuffle.“Something the matter Naeve?” Naraka asked. His deep voice carried hints of irritation. She shook her head.“No sir,” she said. She was sure her voice was a few notes higher than usual. Her cheeks felt flushed and her lips tingled, that would give her away. If Naraka noticed, he made no mention of it.“Sit still then,” he snapped before his attention returned to the debate he was having once more. Sevatar’s expert finger slowly pushed in and out, each sensation stoking the steadily building fire within her. She longed to mash her mouth against his, taste him, battle with his deft tongue and vie for dominance as her hand wrapped around his thick cock. Surely, that must be aching for her touch too.Without moving too much, she reached over to where he sat. Her wrist was caught in a familiar, firm grip and placed back on the arm of her chair. She shot him a questioning look, to which he simply smirked and shook his head. Fine.“Was that a disagreement, Sevatar?” This time, it was Var Jahan who spoke up. He looked every bit as bored as most of the others around the table. His scarred visage narrowed as he looked first at Sevatar, then at her and back again.The bemused tone of the First Captain when he answered made Var Jahan’s scowl deepen, “Not at all, I find I am quite enjoying the moment.”Synthalia squeaked, then laughed. He had pressed forcefully on her clit and sent stars through her vision. The wash of heat that followed made her leg twitch. Black eyes turned to her again and she sank into her seat once more. A second finger joined the first, without thought, she lifted her hips, craving the slow, deliberate movements that sent those deep shocks through her. She bit her lip and tried to focus on the map displayed on the table.Why did he have to do this? Why here? Her leg refused to stop trembling. The inability to inflict this delicious torture back made her hands shake. Synthalia gripped the arms of her chair instead, trying to direct her thoughts away from the sharp, intense pleasure he was giving her. Fucking his hand was not an option, if she moved overly much, they’d know. It was likely they knew anyway, the scent wasn’t subtle. The musk of her essence wasn’t strong, but her brothers were Astartes, their noses were as sensitive as hers. Heat prickled her forearms and wrists as he thrust his fingers into her, slow and deep. Her lips parted and she took in a measured breath. The building fire in her stomach threatened to become an inferno, she would be bucking against him if this didn’t stop soon. Delicious agony clenched her solar plexus as those unending pulses struck home. She clenched around his fingers as a deep shockwave washed through her. She focused on her breathing.Another brush of his thumb on her clit, she gasped. He shifted behind her, leaned over and while the others bickered around them, whispered. “I want to fuck you on this table.” Synthalia’s knee hit the bottom of the table with a clang; the others ignored it, not even a pause at the noise. “I want to feel you buck and clench under me as I take you.”His sonorous voice rocked her, he leaned back. She swallowed. He pressed again, Synthalia strained against his hand, letting him do as he wished. The heat reached a feverish pitch within her depths, growing and threatening to consume her. Another catch of his thumb on her clit. This time he swirled it around as he pushed his next finger in with the others. She resisted the temptation to rest her head on the table.“Fuck,” she hissed, low, certain that he would be the only one to hear her. Her entire body began to tremble then. Unable to stop the burn within her, she clamped her thighs together to still his movements. It almost worked. It was too late. Pleasure tore through her entire body and for a few, long seconds, she was unable to see. Although no noise escaped her, she clenched around his fingers. Her legs twitched with the power of this silent release, her mind blissfully clear as the waves of heat rolled almost lazily over her. The deep contractions filled her with rapture, and the continued after the ecstasy of release had left her.She sucked in a breath and let it out as another, final clench left her. She looked over at Sevatar with a warm smile. It was returned with a nod. The need to take him was still there, it never truly left. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her aching quim and brought them to his lips. Mindless of who might know, he put them in his mouth and licked them as though they were the finest of treats. Her grin widened.She leaned over then and whispered some choice words, “I will get you back for this.”“I am counting on it,” he replied. “Now, we should pay attention before Var Jahan actually says something about it.” She could have kissed him then, she restrained herself. It was good to know that at least for now, he was on her side.
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Beg - One of our muses denying the other their orgasm Synthalia was incensed with the liberty Sevatar had taken with her during the last briefing, so she had avoided him. Unless he sent for her as an order, she had made sure she occupied herself elsewhere. It had been petty of her, but the active call of their duty had forced the subject from her mind. The planet was now compliant, and the Nightfall had moved on. Duty on board wasn’t overly interesting, training and maintenance were the most relevant thing to do, and she was not immune to the call of her nature. Fighting came as naturally as breathing to all astartes and she was no different to them. It did not take long for the Night Lords to receive their next set of orders and turn the fleet to the next planet due for their brand of compliance. That meant there was another briefing. This time, she would not get stuck next to the First Captain. This time, she would pay attention to what was being said and not let him touch her. No, once was enough! She was first to the briefing room and the first to sit down on one of the large seats. It was a different room than the last one, but the table appeared identical. She wasn‘t sure why she needed to attend these meetings, she did as her superiors told her. Still, Naraka had said she needed to be here, so here she was. The chairs filled up soon after she had arrived. Naraka walked in, followed by Tal Vanek and Malek of the Atramentar. Malithios Kuln, Captain of the 9th Company and Var Jahan, of the 27th. There was no sign of Sevatar. Naraka shut the door to the room and took a seat at the table. There was no preamble; there never was. None of them pretended that they liked each other. Most of the time, they could tolerate one another. There was no niceness however, such an emotion would require pretense they didn‘t possess. Just as Naraka punched the holo-display into life, the door banged open and in walked the perturbed looking First Captain. There was no apology, no reason given for him being late. Instead, he strode over to the side beside Synthalia and slid into it. His hard features relaxed a fraction, though there was no life in the black pits of his eyes. “Why this seat?” she snapped. “Why not the one opposite?” “The company over this side of the table is far better than Var Jahan, you‘re free to move if my presence offends you though Naeve,” he said. “Don‘t touch me this time,” she said. Naraka slapped his hand on the table, calling them all to order, or something that looked like it at least. The display looked similar to all the others they had discussed before. It displayed main cities and locations, viable targets and regions of interest. There was even a place of religious interest on the map this time. It appeared this world would not come to compliance easily. Good. Violence coursed through her blood as quickly as it did her brothers. A good fight was what she needed, clear her mind away from mouldering thoughts. They all read what was before them, though Naraka gave them the highlights. He then asked for their thoughts on the plans before them. The debate began. Unsurprisingly, it was Malek who spoke first. Try as she might, Synthalia found her attention wavering after the first ten minutes. Looking around the table, she saw the glassy expressions of her companions. Jar Vahan appeared to listen; the rest of them looked bored already. She stole a glance at Sevatar. His annoyingly handsome features set in an expression that appeared as though he listened. She knew better. The slight curve of his mouth, the minor lift of his eyebrows, gave away his boredom. Suddenly, she understood. Memories of their last meeting together flooded her. He flashed her the rictus corpse-grin she knew so well. Shuffling the chair a little closer, she draped her hand over the arm of both. The tips of her fingers brushed the top of his thigh. Knowing his body well, she kept her touch light for now. There was no need to rush. He had teased her thoroughly when he’d done this to her. Part of the fun was getting away with it in the middle of a busy room. She knew how to get him off quickly with her hand and her mouth; they had done that several times before. The memory of the shower brought a smile to her lips and a flood of warmth to her cheeks. Rapidly shoving them aside, she traced her hand along the firm meat of his thigh. Sevatar made no sound, but he shuffled a little. He twisted his hips a little, adjusted his posture and angled himself towards her. She knew where to put her hand; she waited. Malek was still waffling on about positioning and targets, Var Jahan, thankfully, engaged in countering his arguments. He was far too busy to notice what she did. Good. Pushing her hand into the gap he had created, she languidly moved it until the tips of her fingers brushed against his balls. Synthalia knew he was a large man, knew the discomfort getting him hard in fatigues would cause. It did not stop her. Her fine touch worked up to the base of his shaft. It pulsed and grew as she pressed the tips of her fingers against it. That was a powerful feeling; she did that, no one else! Moving her fingers along the shaft, she reached the tip and squeezed it lightly against his thigh. The flared head was easy to make out. She knew if she looked, it would be clearly visible through the thin fabric of his fatigues. Rubbing her thumb over the tip, her fingers squeezed the rest of his lengthening bulk. It was tempting to lean over and kiss his smart mouth; their location made that difficult. Everyone in the room knew what the two of them did to one another, flaunting it in an official briefing was not a good idea. If their sire was there, this wouldn’t be happening. She worked her hand back up his shaft to the fastening. Without effort, she had it undone in moments. Synthalia looked up at the holo-display again, at least looking as though she was paying attention. They were still arguing about defences. Sevatar’s skin was hot under the tips of her fingers. With a firm hand, she pulled his prick free of the confines of his pants. She was glad he rarely wore underwear. The huff of air from him was just audible. “What was that First Captain?” Naraka asked, turning his attention to him. “Your thoughts are welcome. You are here for a reason.” She rolled her palm over the head just as he spoke. Without a hitch in his voice, he said, “The left side of the city looks as if it is the most densely populated. If you strike there with one squad and leave them for a few days, the message should spread.” Malek nodded, Naraka shrugged. Part of the argument had at least settled. Vanek and Kuln started then, her attention returned to the cock in her hand. Dimly, she regretted that her arms were not long enough so she could use both hands. He was large enough. A smirk touched her lips; her body was not immune to what she was doing. The creeping wetness between her thighs grew. Shifting, she shoved her hand down her pants and ran her fingers through her wet quim. She returned her slick hand to his awaiting prick and rubbed. Her essence made her hand slip easily over her cock, her firm grip sliding over the softest skin he had. Var Jahan looked up just as she was paying significant attention to the tip again. Pushing his head through her looped fingers, their kinsman looked at them both, his eyes narrowed slightly. She fought back the urge to challenge his stare. Busy as she was, she didn’t need to make it more suspicious. A bead of moisture touched her palm, and she smirked. She did not look at him, though she could hear the quickening of his hearts. Sliding her hand down to the base of his shaft, she cupped his ball, lifting them before running her hand back to the tip again. When Sevatar jumped in her hand, straining against her grip, she quickened the pace. A light smile touched her lips, aware of his head swelling in her hand. Her thumb pressed against the strand of skin just below the tip before rubbing away another fleck of moisture. The scent of him flooded the air. Knowledge of what they were doing made her stomach clench, and she bit back a small moan of her own. “This is going nowhere,” Naraka said with a shake of his head. “What do you suggest?” snapped Val Jahan. “A short break, return here in five minutes,” Naraka said. The others moved away out the room. It appeared as though they needed to clear their heads after the heated argument. As soon as the door banged shut, Synthalia moved. “Fuck,” Sevatar growled. She didn’t bother kissing his mouth, that would be too obvious. “Tell me when you hear them,” she said, putting her trust in the First Captain. Not waiting for an answer, she leaned over the arm of their chairs and slipped his hard cock into her mouth. The fractured noise that wrang from his lips was a true joy to hear. From this position, she couldn’t suck all of him in her mouth, so she concentrated on the tip. Her tongue swept over the slit, the salty tang that was him and her musky taste flooded her. Relaxing her jaw, she massaged the side of his prick with her tongue as she took as much of him in her mouth as she could. Her fingers never stopped moving either. She palmed him, squeezed his balls and rolled them between her callused hands. He shuddered when she dragged her teeth lightly up the full length of his dick and back down again. His hand grabbed her ponytail and pulled it sharply. Her lips clamped around the base of his shaft, her tongue laved his tip, teasing and wringing out the sounds she desperately needed to hear. The door hand turned. Synthalia sat upright again. Her hand remained on his balls, squeezed and tugging on them as their companions sat down again. She looked at the First Captain and licked her lips. “Thanks for the warning,” she mouthed, slipping her hand up his now sodden shaft. There was no response. Everyone sat down again and the meeting resumed. Sevatar hardened further the moment she concentrated on his tip. Fingers curled around him, gripping firmly, sliding. She paused. He pulsed. Sevatar’s lips parted. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. She did not let go. Was that a light flush on his cheeks? Synthalia smirked. The moment the twitching stopped. She squeezed again, an agonising slow movement, which sent heat ripping through him. She knew that look; he was close. Good. Watching him bite his lower lip was blissful. Cheekily, she leaned her head in and risked a nip at the spot where his neck met his shoulder. The movement hidden as he had leaned forward. He rewarded her with a hissed breath. Deft fingers clasped his straining prick, not giving enough for him to come just yet. Oh no, not yet. The moment his heavy cock nudged again, she stopped. Another bead of pre-come left his shaft. She longed to taste it again, but knew she couldn‘t. Sevatar shifted again, the tips of her fingers touching his weighty sack. Heat rolled from him. She wanted him inside her. Maybe later. He‘d stopped jumping now so gingerly, she tickled the underside of his shaft with her short nails. That brought the tingle back. Stopping again, she leaned up and whispered, “When this meeting’s done, I’m going to take this thick cock and ride it until you burst.” She got the idea it was about to do that anyway. Sevatar leaned forward more, his knees bent and parted. Her wrist brushed his thigh, the tension in his limbs feverish. His dick was so hard in her hand, the slightest movement made it jump. He quivered. “So, we are in agreement?” Naraka said, his words reaching through the haze of lust she had created. She blinked. Her hand slipped. The tip of Sevatar’s cock brushed against her palm. She felt it tremble. His hips thrust, heedless of where they were. His shaft surged. The first rush of fluid hit her hand. “Oh, fuck!” he growled as the second rush hit the tiled floor with a wet splatter. Var Jahan looked at them both, his expression changing from one of concern to disgust as the salty aroma flooded the air. Sevatar had thrown his head back, the expression of rapture on his face gave them both away. She felt no shame, though it was clear Naraka would have words with her later. Everyone heard the final sounds of Sevatar’s release, though for now they said nothing. She gave his cock a final light squeeze before withdrawing her hand. Sevatar opened his eyes and gave a dead man’s grin to them all. “What?” he asked. “Summon a cleaning crew before we carry on,” Var Jahan said. “A good idea Jahan, someone appears to have come on the floor,” Sevatar shrugged. “This meeting’s done anyway,” Naraka said. His tone was more resigned than disgusted. Without ceremony, Synthalia wiggled in her seat, adjusting herself as if nothing had happened. Beside her, Sevatar did the same. When their eyes met, she saw the same mischief in his face she had. The others filed out, some shaking their heads, some not caring. When they were all gone, Synthalia finally rose. She pressed a kiss to his temple, pleased with herself. “You know we will never be allowed to sit near one another again after this,” she said. “A shame really,” he said. He grabbed her bum as she walked past. “I was just getting started.”
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Exposed - Our muses take part in exhibitionismThe gloom of the practice cages echoed with the constant clash and clatter of weaponry. Ozone clung in the air like a wretched, bitter perfume. Darkness bothered none of the warriors within the training rooms, their Nostraman eyes were perfectly adapted to see without light. Several of the Night Lords were engaged in taking on servitors, their programming matching their skills. Some of them were watching others duel, offering tips and feedback, scorn and insults depending on who was fighting. Others were working their way through ancient practice drills, ones they had worked through since the early days of their training. Just because they were ancient did not make them useless. There was a comforting familiarity with the old routines. Synthalia knew them almost as well as she knew her own hand, but she still went through them on a near daily basis. For her, it was a lead up to what she wanted to do next. A way of preparing her mind and body for combat drills of a higher intensity. The rest of her squad were absent, off maintaining their gear or using other rooms. Warp transit was not an exciting stretch of time, but it was a necessary one. She was not in power armour. Her mark IV plate had needed attention after the last mission, but that was no excuse to cut out training. Naraka‘s company had rejoined the Nightfall three days ago. They were all cleared and had resumed occupancy of their cells on board. It was good to be home. She straightened, flicked moisture from her brow and forced her shoulders to relax. Looking around, she spotted one of the nearby weapon racks and pulled a simple chain sword from it. The weapon was light in her hand. Not as familiar as hers but it would suffice. She fully intended to work up a sweat with it against one of the servitors. Company was not something she was craving, just an honest session with a dumb machine. It would not happen that way. Someone else had a different idea. “What’re you doing, Naeve?” It was Krukesh‘s lingering drawl that washed over her. She shuddered. Turning to look at the warrior who spoke, she didn‘t bother hiding her irritation. “What does it look like I’m doing?” she snapped. “Messing about with a chain sword, you can‘t call that fighting,” he said. She knew what he was doing, rose to it anyway. “And why not? I am every bit as good as you are. You have scars on you from the last time we fought.” “Are you so sure of that? Have you seen my naked form lately?” Krukesh’s tone made her skin itch. “You make it sound as though I want to see it.” she sneered. “We all know that’s the worst lie you‘ve said this morning. You are nothing but skin and bone, disgusting!” “I said nothing of the sort.” He walked over to the rack and picked out a chain sword of his own. “Maybe you would like to earn some scars of your own?” “Are you threatening me?” Her black eyes never left him as he circled around. “Of course I am, you dim-wit!” he snapped. She was ready for his charge, ready to meet his blade and ready for the predictable force he put into it. The crackle and fizz of sparks echoed as they parted. There was no circling or preamble. The next clash was as furious as the first. Hate for the warrior in front of her flowed through her veins, hot and raw. Twin hearts thudded as she stepped back, brought her elbow up and rammed it into Krukesh‘s chest. She blocked the next blow with her sword and shoved with her shoulder. Krukesh leapt back. Cursing in Nostraman, Synthalia followed, her blade still raised. Too late she realised his feint. His foot snapped out, sweeping away her footing. Not one to let a blow like that decide the outcome, she kicked him in the knee as she fell. Hands grabbed her wrists, weight landed on top of her. “Get off me you lout!” she screeched. She brought her leg up; he blocked it with a knee. “Now, about those scars,” he said. Synthalia leaned her head back and spat. Acidic spittle would never bother him, but the gesture had a meaning of its own. She smelled his sour breath when he sneered. “Now, now Krukesh, she had a worse bite than you’ll ever be able to handle,” came the dulcet tones of the First Captain. Synthalia had not heard him enter the room. A savage heat coloured her cheeks that had nothing to do with the usual reaction to his presence. She had not wanted saving. She had not needed saving. Krukesh looked up, her spit running down his cheek. “Are you so sure you can?” He relented and climbed off her. Synthalia rolled to the side before getting to her feet. She did not look at the First Captain. “Easily,” he replied, “Watch.” Sevatar walked over to her, his huge hand splayed on her firm stomach. He wore the same as she did, simple midnight blue top and fatigues. “Don’t,” she warned. “No?” He leaned in close and ran the tip of his nose over her ear. “I could hear your blood thundering from the doorway.” His teeth followed, nipping at the lobe of her ear. She shivered. A couple more steps and he stood behind her. His eyes never left those of Krukesh. It was when he pressed himself against her, when his cock twitched against her ass, that she knew what he had in mind. She tilted her head, her hair falling out the way. His hand grabbed her thick, black hair, he jerked her head up, so she had to look at him. There was something in his features that had been missing before, something she had not seen. Something primal, it made her growl low in her throat. The fight left her; anticipation replaced it with a subtle shift. Synthalia forced her knees to stay strong. Moisture fled her mouth, she swallowed hard. “You will never handle her,” he said as if he were the sole master of the decision. Her gut clenched at his words. Before she could protest, his mouth bombarded hers. The rough beard on his cheek grazed hers. She liked the harsh scrape. Without hesitation, his tongue forced into her mouth, taking what she usually gave so freely. She did not squeak in surprise. Both hearts hammered in her chest as his other hand wrapped around her neck. He didn’t need to squeeze. He held her in place, bestowed a savage kiss on her. Synthalia was no spectator in the matter; she refused to be dominated without giving back. Her tongue wrapped around his, taking what he gave. His coarse lips rubbed over hers, she wiggled against his strong back, whimpered and struggled to suck in air as the kiss continued. When he finally drew back, she sagged against him. What he did next caught her by surprise. His hot mouth found the juncture where her neck became her shoulder. First, he kissed her, his lips dry. Then he bit. Instead of the nibbles, this was a savage bite, enough to break her skin. She hissed but could not deny the wash of white that flooded her vision. His tongue soothed the wound, her larriman cells already healing the mark. Idly, she thought it a shame. Her hand curled behind her, grabbed his hair and yanked it, hard. “What are you doing?” she hissed. “Ensuring he never does that again,” he replied. Funnily enough, she had forgotten all about Krukesh. He was still watching. Taking his hand, she placed it on her breast, encouraging him to squeeze. Her breasts were not overly sensitive, but that didn’t mean having them touched wasn’t pleasurable. She wiggled her bum over his erection, which was now poking at her soft flesh. His other hand joined in. She too glared at Krukesh. She huffed out a moan when Sevatar’s fingers pinched her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Krukesh rolled his eyes. “Really?” His tone was flat when he spoke, “In the middle of the training room? You‘re going to ignore Naraka’s instruction?” “That referred to briefings,” she replied. Sevatar’s hand thrust past her waistband, her words fled her. “I’m higher rank than Naraka is,” Sevatar said. His finger brushed through the neat curls at the top of her mound and into the wet depths beyond. "If I say she does this. She does this.” The rough callous of his thumb rubbed against her clit, chasing the agreement from her lips. His mouth once again found her shoulder, teeth raked over her skin. Reaching behind her, she ran her hand along his impressive shaft, teasing the head between her thumb and forefinger. A deft hand yanked the buttons of her fly open. His hand pushed hers away for a moment; she knew what he was doing. A hand on the back of her neck forced her to the mat on her knees. He would do this. Sevatar would take her in front of everyone here. The idea thrilled her. Huge hands grabbed her pants and pulled them down. There was no embarrassment from the action. Just sharp anticipation as it curled in her gut. She ached for him to take her; she needed him inside her, had to have the fullness only he could provide. She heard him rummage about behind her, felt him drop to his knees too. “I don’t need to see this,” Krukesh sighed. “Stay,” Sevatar said, his tone brokering no argument. “Stay and watch what you will never again touch. Watch as I claim what is mine.” Synthalia did not dispute his claim; most of it was true. He pushed on her neck, forcing her forward. His index finger ran over her slick quim. She shuddered and wiggled against him, needing more. “See how she submits?” Sevatar said, “How needy she is. She would never do that to you.” He replaced his finger with his cock and thrust forward sharply. Synthalia yelled out; a guttural shout that betrayed both her pleasure and surprise. Others who were training nearby looked up, but quickly resumed their routines when they realised what was going on. Sevatar leaned over her, his broad chest pressing against her back. His strong arm wrapped around her waist and he snapped his hips. Synthalia spread her legs as much as she could. The texture of the training mat under her palm was rough, nowhere near as rough as what Sevatar was doing to her. The pace he set was sharp. Every impact sent white waves through her. His thighs hit against her bum, the sound reverberating. Each slap wrung a cry from her. Her fist clenched, her eyes screwed shut. She wanted to grasp, to rent, to bite. There was nothing she could do. Synthalia knew this was not for her; she knew it was a statement. It would not stop her enjoying the moment. “See Krukesh, see how she moans and whimpers. This is for me, and those I choose, this is not for you,” he said. His breathing hitched as he spoke. He grabbed the back of her neck, his hand curled into her hair, pulled sharply. Her head snapped up, her eyes meeting Krukesh’s. The revulsion on his face was clear. She snarled before another thrust robbed her of thought. The arm around her waist became her support. The muscles in her thighs tightened, her stomach clenched. Synthalia’s knees weakened, her weight fell onto her elbows. Looking behind her, she watched his cock disappear into her. His heavy balls swayed, hitting against her every time he thrust. “Fuck!” she yelled. The white intensified. She screwed her eyes shut. Just as she tipped her head back, just as her back arched, he stopped. All movement ceased. Heat receded. Irritated, she looked over her shoulder. Purposefully, she clenched around him, forcing her muscles to clamp and squeeze his prick. “Only when I say,” was his response. Sevatar leaned down and bit the back of her neck, his bread rough. “Hear that Krukesh, mine!” His hips snapped. She shouted. Krukesh sighed. He had not moved, though disdain masked his features. "Shall I let her come?" Sevatar asked. The mocking lilt had never left his tone. Synthalia bit her teeth together, fought against grinding them. “Do as you wish,” Krukesh said. He slammed into her. Again and again. Synthalia’s world spiralled out of existence and white took over her vision. The tension in her legs gave way. Quivering, she shouted. Her quim clenched around him, great waves flowed around his cock as her pleasure tore through her. He gasped. A familiar sound cutting through her rapture. She bucked her hips backwards, kept the swift pace going, fucked him back through the orgasm he had granted her. His pleasure now on her mind. It did not take long. With another shout, she had his release. When both had returned from the high. They looked at Krukesh. Once again, the look on his face said more than any words could. “Do you understand?” Sevatar asked. “I believe I do,” he said. “Now, fuck off.” Krukesh was only halfway to the door when Synthalia finally collapsed onto her stomach and laughed. Her body ached from where his teeth had left their marks and where his cock had pummelled her. It was a delightful feeling. Sliding off him, she turned and looked at him. Tension tugged at the corners of his dead eyes, but the white-toothed grin fit the deed. “I don’t think he’ll talk to me again after that,” she said. “That was the point,” Sevatar said. He shoved himself back into his pants and she yanked hers back on. The echo of fighting filled the air, as though they’d done nothing at all. Synthalia did something then she wouldn’t normally do. She crawled over on her knees and wrapped her arms around him. Lightly, he held her back. “You can do that again, any time you like,” she said before pressing her lips to his bearded cheek. “I know,” he replied. She patted his face before getting up. Steadily, she paced across the room and scooped up the chain sword. He got up behind her and picked up Krukesh‘s abandoned weapon. He placed it back on the rack. She glanced around. “Go and practice. I‘ve several meetings to attend.” His words were a command, but not a forceful one. Synthalia nodded. She could find him later if she needed to. “See you soon,” she said. As she strode past, he slapped her firmly on the rear. She squeaked but made no pass at his touch. Some rituals were worth keeping.
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Party - Our muses having sex at some sort of get-together
The rumble of the Storm Bird’s engines was of little comfort to the warriors it contained. The drone was as familiar as it was unwanted. The low whine of servo joints and hum of idle power packs was an undertone to the rumble of the more distant engines. The gloom within the vehicle was no trouble for the eyes of the occupants, adjusted as they were to the darkness. There was no decoration on the interior, the seats on which the warriors sat were barely cushioned. Such things did not occur to them so they were not needed.The warriors within were set for battle. Most of them checked over their bolt guns or simply sat cradled in their harnesses as they rocked towards their destination. Synthalia sat beside the First Captain. Someone had made a grievous error in making them do so, either that or they had no idea what they were like. Synthalia’s squad sat on one side, The Atramentar sat on the other. Down the centre sat astartes who belonged to Naraka, who was sat at the back of the transport. Synthalia was glad for that; after the episode in the briefing room, she had been ordered to avoid the First Captain. She hadn’t listened to a word of it, but the last thing she wanted from him was another lecture.She had not donned her helm yet, it was maglocked to her belt. She had already picked over the plan several times and knew what she had to do. Getting there to do it was proving to be a little frustrating.“Katrix,” she said over her shoulder.“Yes?” the woman said back.“The charges-““Are where they were five minutes ago, they are safe.” Synthalia turned her head around and leaned it back against the rest. Moments later, she turned again.“Henkei,” she said.“If you ask me about medical supplies again, I am going to come over there and hit you,” the apothecary snapped.“I wasn’t go-““Yes you were, now shut up.”She turned back again, aware that she should be quiet and think through what was going to happen. Her thoughts were elsewhere. She nearly started when strong fingers touched hers. Looking around, her breath caught as she saw that look on Sevatar’s face. “Don’t you start either,” she snapped.“I think you’ll find I outrank you Naeve,” he said. The cool of his tone rankled but she snapped back the retort building on her tongue.“Don’t you start either, First Captain.”Sevatar turned around as much as his harness allowed and caught the black eyes of Katrix. “Does she always talk this much before a mission?” he asked. The woman did not respond, but she did nod. Synthalia could almost hear the smirk on her face. Trust Katrix to say something like that. She was about to snap something else when Sevatar spoke again, cutting her off, “Shall I shut her up?”The murmured agreement from her squad fired her blood. His rough, calloused hand grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed lightly. His thumb pressed into the base of her skull. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments. “Now, how do you think I should shut her up?” Synthalia swallowed, her throat dry. She was unafraid. Her solar plexus clenched and wash of heat warmed her blood, quickened her pulse and made her lips pulse.No answer came, none was needed. Her breath hitched. Without thought, her hand hit the snap release of her harness. His hand pushed down. Nimble fingers found the release catch for the ceramite plate at his crotch. She lifted it and placed it on the floor. Finding herself face to face with his body glove covered cock, she licked her lips. His hand tightened around her neck, shoving lightly. Synthalia did not need further encouragement. Her nose nudged against the body glove, inhaling the musky, warm scent that was exclusively him. Nuzzling his bulk, her hand found the small hole in the fabric. She tugged it enough to slip his awakening cock through.It would be tight when he was fully hard, there was no helping that. Not too tight, just enough to apply pressure, enough to feel good. Her hand pressed against his abdomen, she licked her lips, moistening them. One thing she relished, truly savoured, was feeling him get hard in her mouth. Without hesitation, she slipped his tip into her welcoming, wet lips.She was rewarded with a little hiss, echoing off the bulkhead in front of them. Fingers curled into her hair, grabbed her pony tail and squeezed. Good. Her squad would be watching, she didn’t care. Something came over her when Sevatar had her like this. All decency went out of her and she could do nothing except submit to his wishes. It helped that he was pleasing on the eyes, to her at least. The way his lips curled with the scar, the flick of his black hair, even the dispassionate expression with which he viewed the world sent her stomach clenching and her quim flooding.She pressed her lips into the hardening skin of his prick, his pulse easily felt through the soft skin. The slight flex of his hand said more than words. Slowly, she swirled her tongue over the tip before rolling her lips down over the hood, pushing it back, allowing the hot, wet of her soft mouth to touch the delicate tip. Although she had done this more than a few times, she had never got used to his size. Her jaw stretched to accommodate him. She savoured the discomfort.Hollowing her cheeks, she suckled on the tip before taking the rest of his hard shaft in her mouth. The sound of Henkei laughing caught her ear just as she started to bob her head up and down in an infuriatingly slow rhythm. Sevatar’s grip tightened on her hair but she refused to speed up. No, if this was being done to shut her up, she was not about to rush. Besides, there was something that set her blood afire when she had his cock in her mouth. Every whimper and twitch was a victory, every swirl of her tongue empowering. She was the cause of this, she had that power and it was something she craved.The tip of her nose touched the body glove and she hummed. The mild taste of salt touched her tongue. Her hand curled around, her fingers rubbing at his balls through the fabric of the body glove. Synthalia wiggled in her seat, the creeping wet sensation between her thighs not something that could be dealt with now. It could wait. Knowing what it did, she lifted her lips and ran her teeth up over his length. It earned her a delicious shudder, his breath hitched in his throat when she reached the tip. Her tongue took over again and as she lowered her head onto him again, she rubbed at the underside, poking the thick shaft.The ship vox chimed in, “Three minutes until entering the drop zone.” The metallic tone echoed. Sevatar’s hand tightened in her hair.“Best get a move on Naeve,” he said. Unable to talk, she hummed an approval. Three minutes was not a great deal of time. Synthalia relaxed her throat then and began to move her head with more urgency. Her tongue lapped at the oily fluid at the tip, her lips rubbed at the shaft, coating him with her wet heat, “Damn, do you know how much I want to fuck your mouth?” he growled. His words ripped through her, the all too familiar ache in her belly fired, the need to be filled. Knowing that they had no time only made it worse. She slid down his shaft, letting him push into her throat.Breathing through her nose, she bobbed in time with his light thrusts. Her hand gripped his balls, massaged them, toyed with them as her mouth coped with his shaft. The dizzying sensation accompanied with the lack of easy breathing inflated her third lung, set her pulse racing. Distantly, she was aware that if Naraka was wearing his helm, he would see her elevated vitals. It was hard to focus on such cares with his prick that far in her mouth however. Sevatar was her world currently.“Two minutes until drop point entry.”She pressed her tongue up one throbbing vein and down the other, moving her head back and forth. She used her teeth to wring more moans from his lips. Her fingers tightened around his balls, which jumped in her hand. His cock pulsed in her mouth. He yanked her hair. “Like that,” he said. Eyes watering, she hummed, knowing her throat would vibrate and tickle the very end of his prick. She refused to stop. Even as she heard footsteps echoing down the aisle.“One minute and thirty seconds until drop point entry.” The mechanical voice echoed.She sucked, hard. “Fuck.” The word was shouted out, sharp and clear. Her hair was yanked just as the first shot hit the back of her throat. The second lashed her tongue and she swallowed it with a pleased hum. The rest landed on her face.A cough drew her attention and she looked around, straight into the hard stare of her captain. She grinned. The cum on her face was enough of a give away of what she had been doing. She ran her finger through it before popping it in her mouth.“One minute until drop point entry.”Naraka sighed and shook his head, if his disappointment bothered her, she didn’t show it. “You’re just envious she’s not yours, Naraka. We both know that.” Sevatar said as he refixed his crotch plate.“Regardless, I don’t want her fucking this up because her head is full of you,” he said.“Never,” she snapped. “It makes me more determined to survive. You know why?” Naraka sighed and made a gesture that may or may not have been asking for more information. She gave it anyway, “Because he can’t return the favour when I am dead!” That earned her a snort.“Thirty seconds until drop point entry.”Synthalia turned and pressed her mouth to Sevatar’s cheek. “Come back alive,” she said. She then scooped up her helmet and fixed it in place. The seals pressurised with a hiss, her thoughts abandoned the pleasurable notion of his tongue on her and returned to the task at hand. The jeers and cat-calls of her squad echoed over their private vox channel, though she made no response. She was not ashamed of what they did, not even a little.
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The pounding of her hearts as she belted through the hallway echoed in her ears. Synthalia’s strong legs hurtled her away from those who would want to claim her. The rest of her squad were elsewhere, running from different individuals. They had scattered the moment someone gave permission to run, each choosing a different direction to her sister. They could be anywhere on the ship by now.Ducking down one of the side chutes, she paused to locate her target. She was the one being hunted; that was the nature of the game this time. An old round that had been played before, but never like this. The consequences of being caught rushed through her mind. She shivered, though it had nothing to do with the cold. Her lips parted, and she breathed in the recycled air. She had tasted her hunter before; she knew where he was, roughly. That was a double-edged sword; he had tasted her too.He was some way off yet. A rush of anticipation coloured her cheeks, an involuntary smirk touched her lips, and she pushed off the chute and broke into a run yet again. The thought of being caught was delightful, but she would not make it easy, far from it. Too easy and the reward would not be half as satisfying. The run was not taxing, though a light sheen of sweat already covered her.They played the game without power armour, the hiss and whine of servo joints would serve no purpose in this game. The idea was to be silent, not to get found and not get caught. The thud of her boots echoed off the deck and walls around her. The darkness was no hinderance to her, though some legion’s serfs struggled to get out the way as she passed. One of them she barrelled into. She did not slow, not even when her leg kicked at the prone body. Synthalia did not stumble. Her mind was elsewhere, focused on fleeing the warrior who chased after her.She darted right down a corridor, thudding down it, determined to get away. This time, when she tasted the air, she did not stop. He was getting closer. Slowing her breathing, she changed her tactic. Running would not be half as much fun as stalking. Concentrating, she slowed her pulse and forced her footsteps to lighten. He would find her through taste but that would give him the rough location, she could lurk and escape. Or so she thought, she did not understand how wrong she was.They never used weapons in these types of games; the aim was not to hurt, not to maim, merely to catch. Heavy footsteps gave her pause. It was the gait of someone she knew, not someone she expected. She sucked in a breath and pressed herself against the wall. The darkness would not help. Whoever it was could see just as well as she did. There was a small gap behind her. She pressed into it as best as she could. That it was another astartes was without question. No mortal could match a stride like that. It was not the one she wanted to find her.Resisting the temptation to peer out of the cubby she was using to hide, she held her breath. “I know you’re in there Naeve!” The paper thin voice of Krukesh echoed off the bulkhead. She bit back a sigh. “I have no interest in you. I do not want another demonstration of your ownership.” The disdain was clear in his tone. She smirked at the memory.“Why don’t you get lost then?” she snapped. Krukesh was ruining the whole thing; she wanted him gone! She had to move before Sevatar found her. The hunt was not over yet. Krukesh had other ideas.“And spoil the opportunity to ruin your day? Never.”“It was that attitude that got you that show in the first place. Get out of here before I make you re-watch it!”Krukesh snorted. She couldn’t see his bony form, but she could see his smirk in her mind. She hated him for it. “You?” Krukesh sneered. “You can‘t make me do anything.” Not for the first time, she wished she had a combat blade with her. She would have stabbed him with it, multiple times.“I can make you get out the way,” she huffed. Sliding out of the space she crouched in, she strode forward and shoved Krukesh with her shoulder. The taller astartes was slender built despite his augmentation. She hoped she left a bruise on his scrawny hide. At least he made no intention of following her.“I’m going to tell him where you went,” he shouted at her back.She raised her hand in a crude gesture, not bothering to respond with her voice. Her mind was already on other matters. Synthalia broke into a jog, needing to make up for the time Krukesh had cost her. Maybe another lesson for the scrawny, pale-faced bastard was in order. The flash of rage burned through her, obliterating the focus she had and forcing her legs to move faster. Her hands curled into fists, determined to power away. She thought she was getting away. She stepped into a corridor that wasn‘t used so often by the mortal traffic, finding it deserted. The coils of engine ducts and pipes hung low, low enough to make her dip her head.Stilling her breathing, she slowed her steps. She forced her hearts to cease pounding as she picked her steps. Here and there were overhangs that might provide a hiding space if she needed it. Footsteps echoed down the corridor, not her steps. Parted lips tasted him, dark and violent, closer now. The corridor opened out into a large room. Around the outside, more cabling and tubes carrying coolant littered the wall. In the centre of the room were four colossal tanks. They were full of coolant, as far as she knew. She couldn’t see into them. She closed the door behind her and crept over to one tank.The moment she had ducked behind it, the door opened behind her. Her hearts thundered in her chest, she willed it to be silent. There were no words spoken; she tracked his footsteps as he stalked around the tanks. She could hear his light breaths, barely audible and so familiar. Soon, they would be on her. Not yet. A shiver rocked through her. She held her breath. Stepping around the tank, she knew she had to make it to the door. It was open now, though it let no light into the room. She tracked his steps, moved to avoid them, trying to not let her breathing become too loud. He was close, so close. She could smell the weapons fluid, lapping powder and subtle spiciness that belonged only to him. A shiver tripped up her spine. Her hands shook.She stepped further around the tank, the door in sight. It would mean a dash, then a run down the corridor, but she thought she could get away. Synthalia paused for a moment. Her thighs bunched. Drawing a final breath, she pushed off the tank and sprang to the door. Too noisy, too late she realised her mistake. She made it to the doorway. Thudding into her back, his huge hands grabbed her shoulders. Together they barrelled into the opposite side of the corridor with a clang. The door they had landed on opened and they crashed to the floor. Synthalia rolled. He rolled with her. Arching into his weight, she wrapped her legs around his waist.Rough hands pushed against her shoulders, pressing her into the floor. Unable to struggle out of his grasp, she gnashed her teeth at him instead. Moving her hands up, she dug her nails into his sides. Squeezed her thighs together around his waist, gripping him. There was more than one way to pin someone. His hand snagged both her hands and slammed them above her head. The ache in her shoulders, the bruising grasp of his hand, wrung a sigh from her lips. His other hand, calloused and hard, grabbed her chin. He forced her to look at his cold, dead eyes, the smirk on his face betraying his intentions. She nudged her hips up, goading.He broke the stare, taking a glance around the room into which they had fallen. Her gaze followed his. “Where is this?” she asked.Sevatar moved off her, though his hand kept a hold of hers. His grip altered, and he dragged her up to her knees. “Don’t you know?” She looked around the room. It wasn‘t ornate or particularly well decorated, but everything inside it was huge. The bed, covered in dark sheets, had not been slept in for days. She smirked.He moved again. Dragged her to the massive bed that belonged to their gene-sire, he threw her down. It was not a soft landing. He was on her seconds later. His weight bore down on her chest, crushing her into the hard mattress. Her teeth dug into her lower lip, staring up at his face. She arched her chest, eager to touch. Parting her thighs, she once more brought them up around his waist. His prick, lengthening and heavy, poked into the underside of her thigh. A familiar ache, deep and needy, erupted in her stomach. She lifted her head, once again biting at him. He was just out of reach. What was this? Now he had caught her. Was he not going to do anything with her? She growled her frustration. Strands of his black hair fell forward, some of them almost touched. Her hearts thudded in her ears, her cheeks burned. Her hands curled into claws, eager to grab, eager to tear. Their eyes locked once more, “I will fuck you on our father‘s bed,” he declared. “And I will make sure everyone knows it too!”“Go on,” she goaded. “Do it. Make me feel that prick of yours.” She clamped his ribs with her knees.His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that was more biting than anything else. Firm lips parted. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, swamping her. For a moment, she could not breathe. Squirming against his grip, she longed to grab the back of his head and fix him in place as they plundered one another‘s mouths. Heat crashed through her, rushing to her ankles. In that moment, her body came alive, responding finally to the touch he granted.Sevatar‘s free hand fell to her breast, his nailless index finger running over the mound of flesh before his hand covered it. Although they were not that sensitive, she still moaned when he pinched the nipple through the fabric of her shirt. When the kiss broke, he released her hands and tore off her top with a simple gesture. His mouth replaced where his hand was, his lips pressing the nipple between then and his tongue flicking over the sensitive tip. She squealed. Maybe they were more sensitive than she thought.Now her hands were free, she could tease back. Her nails stabbed into the meat of his shoulder, scored down his back as far as she could reach and then raised back up again. She gripped the back of his neck, pushed into his hair, and pulled sharply. He hissed at her. It was her turn to demand nakedness. Grabbing the centre of his shirt, she yanked it up, removing it entirely and flinging it away. The noise of something breaking echoed. Her stomach clenched when she saw his scarred chest again. There was nothing gentle in her touch. She ran her nails over his fused ribs, waiting for the flinch that said it tickled. Her growled and switched breasts.She arched again, pressed her long body into his. Reaching down, she grabbed his tight ass. He had an exceptional ass. The gesture reminded her of a first encounter long ago. She smirked. Sevatar raised himself from her. his hand trailed down between her breasts, where there were nails, they scratched. She relaxed her thighs and eyed the distorted bulge at the front of his pants greedily. “You want this,” he said.She smelled her musk on the air; it would surprise her if he couldn’t. “I hunger for your cock inside me,” she snarled. Slowly, teasingly, he popped the belt that held his pants up. Her eyes glazed as she watched deft fingers deal with the buttoned fly. Wet flooded her pants when his impressive dick sprang free. The purple head pointed directly at her, demanding and insistent.“How much?” he said.Her hands worked at the fastenings of her pants. “Let me show you,” she said. Raising her hips, she shucked off the rest of her clothes and kicked them out of the way. Hitching her knees up, she then let them fall to the bed, her thighs parted. Plunging a finger between the neat curls, she coated her index finger in the moisture and then held it up for him to see. “I ache. You are the only one who can fulfil the need I have.” She coated the rest of her fingers with her essence. “Only this,” she wrapped a hand around his prick, “Will do.”She slid her wet hand over the head of his cock, watching his face. The twitch of his mouth said a great deal.He batted her hand away, enabling himself to remove the rest of his clothing. The belt he yanked out from the fatigues before he looked at her again. “Put your hands together above your head,” he said. She knew a command when she heard one. Although obedience was not something she was overly good at, when he told her to do something with that sonorous tone, she did it. “Lay on your side, hands up.” He then bound her hands together with the belt.Synthalia shuddered at his touch. He’d laid himself behind her, prick poking at her ass. His nose buried in her hair, his teeth gripped the back of her neck. Before anything else happened, he leaned over her and clicked a device at the side of the bed. He gripped her thigh, fingers pressing tight enough to bruise. Lifting it up, he then pushed his cock up against her soaking wet pussy. “I want to feel you in my cunt,” she breathed.She didn‘t see the smirk on his face. He thrust up against her, not entering yet. Teasing. She wiggled, squirmed onto his prick. His grip on her thigh tightened. She stretched her back again. When he moved back again, she shifted a little. This time, when he snapped his hips forward, he found the mark. Synthalia cried out in surprise. “Can you feel that?” he growled.“Yes,” she stuttered.He moved his hips back, before shoving forward again. His hand pushed into her hair, pulling the locks. “Tell me,” he demanded.“You feel so big,” she hissed. He rewarded her with another thrust. “I can feel you throbbing inside me,” she said. His hand slid under her thigh and rubbed against her clit. Sparks juddered through her, tingling in her fingers and toes. She cried out, words failing her. His teeth racked over her shoulder.“Did I say stop?”He drew the pad of his thumb over her sensitive nub, but she found the words, “I want to feel you cum, I need to feel you cum,” she hissed. Her words worked. The thrusts were losing their slow, languid approach and turning into something primal. His hand tightened in her hair. The heat of his touch on her clit made her clench around his thick cock. Her hearts pounded, her breathing hitched. All thought of her words evaporated as his hips slapped onto her ass. “Sev. I can’t…” she gasped. She longed to pull his hair, to touch, to feel. The belt bit into her wrists though she did not struggle against it. “Make me scream!” she demanded.“Whose are you?” he asked. His voice a savage growl just behind her ear.“What?” she hissed, his words not registering fully in her mind.“Who is it that can do this? Whose are you?” he asked again. He had stopped moving, and she ground her hips onto his swollen, throbbing bulk buried deep inside her.“Yours, only yours,” she hissed.“Louder!”“Only you.”His hand slid over her stomach then, holding her in place. “Mine,” he growled before biting her shoulder. His thrusts lost coherency then, turned into primal, savage strokes. Each clap of his hips sent a jolt through her. Every sharp push tumbled her further towards release. She screamed, just as she had demanded. The waves of pleasure rocked through her, twisted her calves, dug into her thighs, and clenched her solar plexus.“Fuck!” she yelled just as her entire body shook. Deep waves erupted over her, awareness faded as she surrendered to the pleasure he granted. He fucked her through it. Every movement he made, every time they slapped together, another wave made her tremble. She shuddered, the clamp of her pussy around his cock not enough to still his fierce movements. The sucking pull on his prick must have been good. He cried out behind her, a Nostraman curse tumbling from his lips. His cock surged, swelled and released a jet of hot cum, twitched and did it again. The final wash of her release flooded over his cock and trailed over his balls. her chest heaved as he finished with a final shout.He fell away from her back, onto his and let out a deep sigh. Synthalia wiggled out of the belt that had bound her wrists and leaned into him, her hand resting on his chest. His hand curled around her back and for a long while, they lay there silently. When he finally spoke, his voice was gravel. “You can turn the vox off now,” he said. She leaned up and raised an eyebrow. “That‘s what I pressed, the whole ship heard us.”She leaned over and tapped it, switching off the ship wide connection before returning to his warm embrace. Synthalia was not usually one for cuddles, but this was not a hasty fuck in a secluded corner or a display for others. This time, she relented and remained where she was. She even pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. The belt fell onto the back of her head, and she grabbed it. It had been a creative use of the thing, one she would save for another time. For now, she was content to lay there and doze. “If you fall asleep, I’ll just wake you up fucking you,” Sevatar said. His tone was light, almost playful in some ways.“Promise?” she asked.His lips pressed the side of her head and she smiled. The hand on her back dropped to her ass, and she knew she might not make it to sleep.
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Pony - One muse riding the otherThe briefing had been interesting, unlike most of the others Synthalia had been to. This one detailed a large city the Legion was going to be assaulting after a failed demand for immediate compliance. The Raven Guard would be working alongside them, which would be novel. There were plenty of doubts in her squad how they would be received by their cousins, however Synthalia had told them they were do to as they always did without regard for the thoughts of others. They all had different roles to play. Her words had not been enough, so half the squad were here in the briefing as well. An unusual circumstance perhaps but Captain Naraka had indulged her request.For the most part, the girls had been silent. They took in what they were discussing, occasionally throwing in an idea here or there, taking it all in. Most of them had not been present for a briefing before, she usually fed back when she returned.It was a rather orderly affair; Var Jahan would be pleased. A shame he was currently absent. Injury kept the Captain away. He had caught a bolt round in the back. Normally this would not be problematic, however it had caused his power pack to explode, which was more of an issue. He had not died, but he was currently in a healing tank and unable to attend such dour affairs as briefings.As Naraka’s words filtered through, she leaned against the arm of her chair. The low tones of her Captain rumbled into a drone and she stopped paying attention. Her girls were listening and if she had questions she could ask them for a recount. On one side of her sat Zoemena, her face, pinched at the nose and wide at the mouth, was fixed on what Naraka was saying. She had pointedly not looked at Sevatar on her left. She leaned towards him but Naraka’s last telling off still echoed in her ears.All his stern words evaporated the moment Sevatar’s hand touched the back of her neck. Calloused fingers, gentle and firm in grasp, squeezed. His thumb brushed the nape, just at the spot where her hair began and she shivered. A smirk danced about his lips, though his eyes remained the eternal black pits they always were. She swallowed, knowing what he wanted.Synthalia did not consider herself to be easily swayed or weak; she had destroyed many of the imperium’s enemies and done it without hesitation. She had held to the tenements of her legion and had done so swiftly. She had stuck to her principles and followed orders even when she thought they were ridiculous.Most of her ability to do what she had been ordered went out of her head the moment Sevatar became involved. He had the uncanny knack of getting her to do what he wanted without saying anything at all. She was no stranger to lust, but no one else inspired it quite so thoroughly as he did.She did not turn her head yet, though her hand moved, rubbing over the bulge between his thighs. He was already hard, that was no surprise. His thumb pressed a little harder, heat built in her gut. Leaning over, he ran his nose over her ear, though he didn’t nip this time. It did not take a genius to work out what he wanted, the briefing was going fine without them as well, so she was keen to oblige. Nimble fingers tugged open the buttons of his pants and she fished out the heavy weight of his fine cock.His hand on the back of her neck pushed, not sharply, but insistent. She flashed her teeth at him, patience! Her hand slid over the dry skin to the base. Synthalia took a moment to look around, her eyes met Krukesh’s, who was sat on the other side of Sevatar. He huffed out an annoyed sigh but said nothing. Without further hesitation, she leaned her head down and took his tip in her wet mouth. He didn’t make a sound. She didn’t either, instead she swept her tongue over the head. Finding the slit, she lapped at it too, paying attention to the spots that would make him squirm; spots she knew all too well.Her other hand gripped him firmly, keeping him still. His shaft was long, thick and she wanted to keep him steady as she focused on the tip. He could fuck her mouth later if he so desired, right now she would work him up instead. He sucked in a breath, no more than a light hiss; she knew the others heard it. She did not stop, working him further into her mouth.“Why always when I’m here?” Krukesh’s paper voice muttered.“It’s nothing personal,” Sevatar shrugged, “These briefings are so terribly dull, and she does this so well.” His words contained not a trace of remorse. His hand rested on the back of her head and he leaned back a little. Greater access was not what she had needed, it just meant all of them could see what she was up to. It was N|arak’s huff that made the tips of her ears burn. She also heard the mumbling of her squad-mates, though she did not cease her movements. He swelled in her mouth and she hummed a little. They all knew now, there was no need to be quiet about it.His balls jumped, touched her hand. Sliding her fingers down, she rubbed at them too. Her tongue continued lapping, teasing and sliding over his sensitive head. His hand tightened in her hair, gripping the strands as she began bobbing her head back and forth. Now that he was wetter, she slid her hand up and down his thick shaft. Ache for him grew in her stomach, the need for him, sharp and cruel, twisted her gut… Later. The thought he might just throw her onto the table and take her sent a shock of lust through her, drenching her thighs. Fuck. She just kept moving her head, willing him to know her thoughts.Sevatar’s breath hitched as she moved faster. She wasn’t going to slow, the lust clouding her mind wanted him to erupt there and then. It wouldn’t be long. He was twitching already and his breathing had become shallow. She could see his expression in her mind, rapt and warm, lips parted. His grip tightened, she flinched but refused to stop. Her tongue teased the underside of his shaft, she felt him swell, the vein she knew well pulsed. His balls clenched under her fingers and he grunted. There, that noise, just the tone of it… She sucked on the tip, her cheeks pulling on the hot bulk.There! He threw his head back and cursed, “Fuck!” Seconds later, her mouth was flooded with hot, salty fluid. She swallowed it down, even as it was replaced with more. She didn’t choke, she never did. When she was sure there would be no more, she pulled off him. His hand ruffed her hair and she sat up, straight into the eyes of the rest of the room.“What?” she asked, “You should be used to this by now,” she added. Naraka did not look pleased. Sevatar did. She certainly felt it, though the creeping wetness between her legs was going to be annoying for a while. Crossing them, she then pretended to pay attention to the rest of the briefing.***Naraka’s voice was sharper than ever. His berating was to be expected, though it wasn’t wanted. The tips of her ears burned however when he snapped his fingers in front of her eyes as though she was nothing more than a petulant child. “Listen to me!” he barked.“Why?” she demanded, “You’ve nothing new to say to me have you?”It was Naraka’s turn to look aghast. “You are making a complete idiot of yourself,” he said. None of the wind had fled him and she shook her head.“No I’m not,” she snorted.“Don’t talk back,” he snapped. “I told you to stop.”“And he told me not to. I don’t need to remind you who has rank between you. What would you do in my position? Did it ever occur that I might want to do these things as well? That I enjoy them too? It gives me immense pleasure watching Krukesh squirm and Var Jahan squirm.” Naraka rubbed the back of his neck at her words. She could see the ire in his eyes, waited for him to speak further.“You’re not concerned about their reaction?”“Don’t come over all worried for my safety,” she sneered, “I can look after myself and neither one of them would get away with harming me.” There might not be much discipline but they’d not reached the point of murdering one another yet.“And how do you think it reflects on me?”That caught her attention. “What?”“It makes me look as though I cannot control those in my company. I asked you not to publicly disgrace yourself and yet here you are, doing the exact opposite.” Naraka said. He folded his arms over his broad chest and looked down at her, “It makes us look weak.”“I-““No, you didn’t think about it that way, did you. Instead you selfishly carried on, allowing the other captains to think I am a fucking fool.” She opened her mouth to argue again but he raised a hand. “No, listen. Don’t snap back. I am fed up of your lack of respect and lack of discipline. I am sick of you making a fool of me. If this happens again, I am reassigning your squad leadership to someone who has the common sense to listen and behaves in a manner befitting her rank!”Synthalia bit her lip. Not because she was upset with Naraka’s words, though they had struck their mark, but because she was fuming. She also knew words spoken in anger would only make this situation worse. Naraka took her silence for understanding and he nodded. “Go and see to your ladies,” he said, his voice firm, “You leave in twelve hours.”Synthalia turned and stalked out of the briefing room. She did not stop grinding her teeth as she walked through the halls of the Nightfall. Her hearts thudded in her chest, heat turned her blood to fire, and she snarled at anyone who did not get out of her way fast enough. Passing into the hall where her squad was barracked did not make her blood cool any less either. She stalked into the hallway to her room.Katrix was the first to appear with a smirk on her face, “Do all briefings go like that?” she asked.“Usually,” Synthalia replied, trying to bury her anger behind a tight lipped smile. Her fists remained clenched at her sides however.“What does he taste like?”“Like fucking rainbows,” she hissed. Katrix held up her hands and raised both her eyebrows. “Alright, salty, musky,” she said. “What sort of question is it anyway?”“Just curious,” Katrix said.“Why don’t you find someone and blow them to find out?” Synthalia said.“Maybe I will.”“Leave off,” Zoemena appeared at the doorway beside Katrix, “She’s been told off and is currently wondering what to do about it. Is she going to heed Naraka’s words and stop slurping on our First Captain’s nether regions, or is she going to go and defuse that anger by repeating her transgression?” In that moment, Synthalia wanted to slap the smug smile from her companion’s face, permanently. She said nothing.Katrix laughed. “As if she could ever leave that fine piece of ass alone!”“Piss off both of you,” she snarled. They laughed all the harder. Ears burning, she pushed passed her two supposed friends. Teeth clenched; she left the hall altogether.She knew where she was going; where she always went when she was pissed off with herself and the world around her. To fight. The practice cages offered little in the way of relief, but she would be able to vent her anger on something until she was calm enough to think properly.The moment she walked in her eyes locked with the cause of all her problems. “What the fuck are you doing here?” she snarled. She should have turned on her heel and left, found one of the other decks to practice on.“Unnecessary to ask, isn’t that obvious?” He did have a chain-glaive in his hands and it was the practice cages. She didn’t dignify that with a response, instead she crossed the room and picked up one of the deactivated chainswords. The slap of the chain-glaive struck her shoulder, the back of the blade of course, but the invitation was clear.“Piss off.”The cool edge of the weapon nudged against her neck, insistent. “No.” She gripped the haft of the weapon and yanked it from her shoulder.“I came here to fight!”“So did I. There are no others here, why not fight each other?” She looked at his face for traces of mockery. His tone was calm, maddeningly calm. She flashed white teeth at him, half way between a snarl and a sneer.“Why not?” she said, her black eyes finding his dead ones. “Because I’ll tell you why not.” The chainsword in her hand clattered to the floor. “Because we won’t stop at fighting will we? We’ll work up a sweat, you’ll kick my arse and one way or another you’ll engineer it so we’re on the floor wrestling.”“You wound me, thinking I have such designs.”“Shut up,” she snapped, “Before anything else, we’ll be fucking in front of everyone again and I’m the one getting her head chewed off for such displays.” She was level with his chest now, though the effect was somewhat lost as he was taller than her. Her hands shoved against him. “I’ve had enough!” To her surprise, he staggered back a small way. He had never done so before when she pushed him. She followed him, pushing again. “Do you know what he threatened to do? He’s going to give command to one of the others!”Sevatar opened his mouth to say something, she beat him to it, “No. Don’t talk,” she railed. “I’m not done yet! I hate you!” He raised his eyebrows at that. She shoved again, “I hate you for this… this, whatever the fuck this is. I hate you.” Her pitch raised and she knew she sounded like some screeching hellion, but she was powerless to stop the flow of words. This time when she pushed, he stumbled backwards.If she had been less enraged, she would have realised that there was no way he would have done that by accident. He was far too agile and aware of his surroundings to let that happen. As it was however, she was too angry to realise. He hit the floor with a thump. She followed him down, her fury high. “I hate the way you make me feel. I hate it.” She crawled over him, her knees digging into his sides as hard as she could. Her hands punched at his chest. “Most of all,” she snapped, her hands clamping around his thick neck. “I hate how much I enjoy it. You are a fucking jerk!” she hissed between clenched teeth. Her hands tightened, she felt his throat under her strong grip. He swallowed, her hands only gripped harder.His black eyes had narrowed, though they were as emotionless as always. “Well?” she said. He opened his mouth to speak, this time she let him. His voice was a soft whisper, barely audible.Her eyes widened.“What?” Her tone darkened.“Harder,” came his hissed reply.“It wasn’t…” She wiggled her hips and sure enough, there it was. “It wasn’t supposed to turn you on, you bastard,” she said.He gave her a shrug, “It did.”Her grip didn’t loosen. Looking at his scarred face, she realised that no matter how many times Naraka told her off, no matter what he threatened and postured about, she would never be able to resist him for long. She cared not if it made her weak, if it made others lose their precious face or what they took from her. Nothing compared to the thrill that was him. The things they got up to, the way he owned her, no, there was nothing better.However right now, she had him beneath her. She had the upper hand. She did not remove her hands from his throat. “Take your pants off,” she demanded. Lifting her hips, she allowed him the movement he needed to do so. “And mind.”Hands fumbled nimbly at her waist, tugging them out the way enough. Synthalia was surprised to find that she was wet too. “Touch me,” she said.“Only if-“She cut him off with her hands at his throat. “Do it.” His calloused index finger brushed against her wet quim and she shivered. Synthalia did not let go of his throat. Her thumbs pressed into the hollow at the base of his neck, her fingers wrapped around his neck, digging in. His erection jumped against her back. A thrill jumped down her spine as he rubbed at her. His black eyes watched her carefully, devoid of emotion. The small play about his mouth however, the way the scar curled his bearded cheeks into a smirk told her everything.He slid his middle finger into her, she hissed, and pressed back against his hand. It wasn’t enough. “Oh, just.” Taking her hands off him for a moment, she pulled his away from her. Leaning forward, her mouth crashed into his. She didn’t bother with being gentle, she shoved her tongue passed his lips, taking what she needed from his open mouth. Synthalia didn’t need her hands to guide him, she lifted her hip until she felt his thick cock nudge at her.She bit his lip as she thrust onto him with a not too gentle downward movement. His hands grabbed her thighs, a hiss escaped him. Good. She didn’t wait, the deep ache in her stomach was too powerful to resist. Her hands grabbed back at his throat, squeezing as her hips rose and fell. Every push on his cock, hard and pulsing, sent waves through her. His swollen head nudged at her, the fluted shape hitting her in a way that jolted every time. Her lips parted, her breathing was far from ragged but a heated moan fell from her lips all the same.“You hate this?” he muttered, his hips bucking against her rhythm.“Fuck you,” she growled, her hands tightening further. His skin was hot under her hands. She moved one of them to cover her mouth, not wanting to hear him speak. The glib retort that should have followed failed to appear. Leaning forward, she let her hips and ass bounce up and down on his cock. She bit his chin, ignoring the rough fuzz of his beard as her teeth sank into his skin. His grip on her hips tightened, she wished she had something to bind those hands with. How dare he touch her while she was venting.She didn’t cease her movements. Heat crashed through her but she refused to stop. Clenching and bucking around his throbbing cock, she poured her rage into him. Spots of pale pink appeared on his white cheeks, she released her hand a fraction. Her hips didn’t stop. Fuck he felt good. Her legs twitched and her thighs tightened. Leaning her head against his broad chest, she drew in a breath before sitting up again. “Sev,” her voice shook as she breathed out his name.Her looked at her with that corpse grin, “What?” His voice was hoarse, husky and rough. She grabbed one of his hands and pushed it against her clit. The shock sending another jolt through her. Her entire body began to tremble, her breasts jumping beneath the fabric of her loose top.He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed, hard, through the fabric. Her hand closed on his throat again. He bucked and she screamed. White light flooded her vision, her entire body tensed and was flung into oblivion. Without thought, she kept up her fast movements. Cursing, his voice washed over her. She must have loosened her grip. An arm wrapped around her waist, sat up and he fucked back. Hard, sharp, violent. When she remembered to open her eyes, she saw him throw his head back and voice his release. The moans were some of the best she had heard from him. Deep, guttural, animalistic. He released deep inside her, each jolt striking her. She grabbed his hair and tugged, her quim clenching around him still.When he looked at her, she couldn’t stop the smile that spread over her face. “What?” he said.“Next time we’re in a briefing,” she said, her voice firm, though she wanted to do nothing more than cave and grin and smirk, “Next time, you’re going down on me.”
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Comforting warmth surrounded Synthalia as she slept. It was not where she usually slept, normally, she would be wiggling around trying to avoid the lump in her mattress. Comfort was not something her kind craved, so she had learned to sleep with it. Now that it was missing, she found the absence strange, though it did not stop her rest. Far from it.Dreaming was not something she did often either, but it seemed as though this was a night for unexpected sensations. As Syn dreamt, she found that she was unable to move. Her hands wiggled, and her legs could bend but they were held fast. She didn’t mind. The emotion at the forefront of her mind was that she was safe, and this was part of the dream. A breeze touched her bare skin. Did she usually sleep naked or was that just part of the dream. She didn’t care, it wasn’t cold.Grass prickled her inner thigh, tickling. Heaving a sigh, she shifted a little only to find her body held in place. She was sure she moaned. The moisture on the grass travelled up her thigh, creeping wetness coupled with heat touched the spot between her legs. Her back arched. Weight pressed her stomach down and she sighed. Hips lifted as warm pressure suckled on her hot quim, wanting more.She drew in a deep breath and smelled lapping powder, bolter oil and musk. Dimly, her mind registered that those things were not found anywhere near grass. A snort of air and a strange sucking noise jolted her, sparks spread from the point of contact. Dreamily, she realised that she was not being held in place by branches, but by familiar restraints instead. It was not grass poking and nudging at her soft thighs, but the rough beard of the man whose bed she shared.Opening her eyes, she saw the rapt expression on his face. His nose was buried in the soft curls of her cunt and his tongue. She squeaked as it pressed against the hard nub of her clit, sending fire racing through her blood. Her wrists clattered against the restraints when she moved to grab his head. His long hair tickled as he glanced up, the traces of a smirk on his lips. “Sev,” she whined as another shock rocketed through her. No response came, he did run a finger up and down her slit. She squirmed, he lapped at her then pushed a rough finger into her.The groan brought her to full wakefulness, and she strained against the bonds holding her. They were tight, strong and not going to be quick to break. Her ankles were in similar restraints. He hummed; the vibrations delicious against her sensitive quim. She flung her head back into the ridiculous number of pillows and closed her eyes. Drawing in a breath, she let it out slowly, willing herself not to peak too soon.It was futile, another finger joined the first and he pumped them in and out in sharp, confident movements. He had always been confident, especially when doing this. He handled her almost as effectively as he did that chain glaive of his.Another wave, her back arched. Another press of his tongue; her hips bucked. Another pump of his fingers and she clenched around them. She wished it was his thick cock. His fingers were delicious, but his dick could hit her in places his hand could not. She bit her lip and struggled against the restraints again. Her thighs twitched, clamping against the side of his head, keeping him in place. Fingers of his free hand dug into the quivering muscle. Her vision faded and her stomach clenched. She danced at the edge of release, her breathing stilled, her body slowed. Another press and it would be enough.It never came.The only thing that touched her was his hot breath on her quivering cunt.She allowed herself to draw a breath, then another, and another. She looked down at him. There was no emotion in the dead black eyes, there never was, but the smile on his lips was full of mischief. A small frown marred her brow. She nudged her hips upward but he didn’t resume his attentions, not yet. His long hair, far longer than it had been when they’d been together before, fell about his despicably handsome face. She longed to pull it, sharp. Wanted to bury her hands in it, feel the strands fall through her fingers. “Shall I continue I wonder?” he rumbled. His voice low, thick and full of gravel.“That’s a stupid question,” she quipped.“Ask nicely,” he chided.“Oh please Sevatar,” she said, her tone simpering and subservient, not a trace of sarcasm touching her words, “Please continue.”“Doing what?” he asked. He wiggled one of his fingers still buried within her for emphasis.“Please continue sucking on my clit and fucking me with your hand,” she said.“Such a good girl,” he said. He leaned down and blew onto her clit. His hand began a slow movement back and forth, curling and pressing against… Once more, her breath hitched. Heat flooded her body. Her head fell backwards against the soft pillows. One more circle, one more flick. He brought her right back to the hot point. Fire tore through her. White engulfed her vision.His hand did not stop thrusting as she clenched around them. His tongue didn’t stop as she bucked and writhed, squirmed and cried out her passion. Her thighs clamped around his head once more, heat washed over her in waves, crashing and carrying her with it. “Fuck!” she yelled as her body relaxed and trembled with the power of her release.Her stomach quivered as she returned to herself. Her thighs released his head and he crawled over her body, trailing kisses over her bare flesh. He didn’t comment on her scars, he never did. His lips met hers, she tasted her essence on him and sighed. She wiggled her hands and grinned against his scarred mouth. “It’s not enough,” she whispered before licking the seam of his lips.“It’s not.” A wicked look crossed his face, “But it will do for now.”She frowned. His prick poked at her thigh, heavy and hot. “But?”“Later, you can have this later,” he insisted. She lowered her gaze and nodded. Later would be fine. He nuzzled her neck and nipped at her skin, the mark instantly healing. “Now, I’m going to let you go and you can go about your tasks. I will come and find you later,” he said.“Fine,” she said. He reached up and released the bonds that held her wrists, then released her feet. She stretched, wrapped her arms around his bare chest and nuzzled back. He smelled of sleep, lapping powder and faintly of bolter oil, scents she had come to adore. “Until later then,” she said before scooting off the bed. Her quim still tingled with aftershocks of his attentions, and she knew that was intended, and that she would be feeling them until he replaced them with deeper sensations later. All in all, she thought it a good thing.
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Synthalia awoke with a flutter of her eyes. Last night had been the first night of rest that any of them had managed in close to two months. Slowly, the daze from her head dissipated, the room came in to focus. There were drapes around the ostentatious bed. It had formerly belonged to the governor of this backwards little planet that had held them up for so long. He had no need of it last night, or any other night from hereon. He was currently hanging from the rafters of the council building, his intestines forming an elaborate macramé display for the remaining inhabitants to see. Not that there were many of them left. The compliance had been as bloody as it had been thorough.The slick sheets beneath her naked body were far softer than she was used to. On the floor lay two sets of power armour, hastily removed but placed with some care. With less order, two torn body gloves lay half in and half out the bathroom. What lay beyond that door was an enormous room that would have been the envy of their father, if he ever made use of them. The sweat, blood and other grime had been cleansed from both of their bodies, assisting one another with touches that could have almost been called tender. Almost.They’d been apart for most of the fighting. Clipped orders and barked commands had been the extent of their exchanges until the night before. Aside from a few flirtatious remarks shared over the vox at inconvenient moments, she’d not spoken to him. Last night that had changed. The death of the officials had marked the end of the compliance. The bath had washed the grime off and the dull ache between her thighs reminded her of what else had ended.Rolling onto her side, the silk sheets barely whispered. The springs were excellent, they had been well tested the night before too. Her companion lay with his face down, arms thrust under the heaped-up pillows. She had thought it excessive but the soft inhale and exhale of even breathing informed her otherwise. The dark smudges underneath his eyes hadn’t faded, the fresh cuts on his cheek were still red, though would soon heal. His thin lips parted, and a louder breath spilled from them. Not a snore, he was not someone who snored but a heavier breath. She reached a warm, calloused palm up and tucked a stray lock of black hair back behind his ear. His beard was rough on her palm, something else she had come to savour the feel of.His face, scarred and full of cares, held a particular charm to it that she couldn’t put her finger on. Some would suggest that the scar bisecting his left brow and lip marred his features. She found them to be roguish, attractive in a rugged, craggy way.A memory, unbidden but not unwelcome, flashed through her mind. The feel of rough beard on her smooth thigh as she was drawn from slumber. She smiled. It had been a most pleasant way to awaken. She licked her bottom lip and thought for a moment. It did not take long to make up her mind.She’d not use her hand, and she had nothing strong enough to bind his wrists with. No matter, she was sure this wouldn’t be a problem. She didn’t need much force to shift him onto his side, a gentle shove against his hip. His breathing remained even, though she suspected he was no longer completely unconscious. He was astartes, the slightest of movement or noise would bring him awake if necessary. The silk fell from his scarred body, his huge hand cushioned his head, he made no sound.Synthalia slid down through the sheets, the silk whispering over her bare flesh, as scarred as his was. His skin still smelled of the mint fragrance they had shared the night before. She pressed her lips to Sevatar’s bare hip, the slight tang of sweat reaching her. With a smirk on her face, she licked at his white skin, tasting him again. It was a familiar taste, tangy with a hint of salt.Gradually, she drew her tongue down to his sleeping cock. She lapped up his length to the tip, tasting their previous exertions on him still. It was a delicious undertone to the familiar musk. Parting her lips, she pushed the head into her mouth, rolling back the protective skin with her lips. He pulsed, twitched in her mouth as she idly licked at the head. A nasal hum tumbled from his lips, though he was not awake fully.Getting him into her mouth fully was never a swift task. He was not small, even half erect, and she was glad to be able to do so without needing to rush. She had done this countless times before, but at least this time there was no audience… that she knew of. No rush, no press of time. Her tongue rubbed at the shaft as she worked him deeper into her hot, wet mouth. Desire coursed through her, it usually did in his presence, but there would be time for that later. Her hand moved up to cup his balls, lifting them as his dick surged in her mouth, growing and swelling as she worked her soft mouth around him.His breathing shifted; she knew he had awakened then. Maybe not opened those black eyes of his, but she knew he was with her then. He hummed again. His hips lifted and his weight moved, though not enough to pull off her. Her tongue found the slender skin at the base of his head and stroked it. His hand thrust into the tangles of her black hair and held her in place; as if she was going to move away! Oh no, she was having far too much fun where she was. His leg shifted and she pushed it back with her free hand, smiling around him.A bead of salt leaked from the tip, only for her to lap it away. The hand in her hair bunched it up, gripping it, holding it in a tail and he pushed forward. Her throat closed around him and she swallowed. Then the thrusting started. Slick with her saliva, he slid easily in and out of her mouth. It was never a discomfort. She took what he gave, moving her head along with him, wanting to please him. Heat gathered in her stomach, the ache bloomed as her need rose. This was not for her, this was to slake a very different need.Her hand shifted from his balls, grabbed his hip so she could move with him. Another bead of moisture flew onto her tongue. Forcing her throat to relax, he pushed deeper. All smelled was him, all she felt was the swipe of his cock as he thrust. He was moaning too, his deep, guttural moans echoed back from the curtains that shielded the stolen bed. She wanted to shout his name, wanted to tell him not to stop. Her fingers dug into the meat of his hip as he thrust, over and over.He pulsed, his head swelled in her mouth. The slick skin smoothed out, she knew it would be deep purple in a flush that betrayed how close he was. A grunt, another thrust. She felt his balls jump. Fuck. There was a single moment where the world stopped turning, nothing moved, nothing breathed, no sound pierced the air.The eternal, peaceful moment passed. His tip twitched. Salty liquid flowed into her mouth as he broke the silence with a hoarse shout. He did not pull back, she couldn’t swallow properly. Another jet. She sucked in a breath through her nose. Another spurt. Her tongue lapped at the underside of his prick as the rest of his fluid flowed into her hot mouth. Moments later, the grip on the back of her head relaxed and he let out a deep, warm sigh.That was when she pulled her head back and swallowed what was left in her mouth. She glanced up at him and rubbed her chin with the back of her hand. It came away sticky. She smirked. “Morning,” she said.He raised an eyebrow, “I’d say that it was rather a good morning,” he muttered. She arched her back, placed a final kiss on the tip of his cock, which showed no sign of relaxing, and slid back up the covers. Pressing herself against his warm body, she wrapped an arm around him. There were not many mornings like this, she planned on savouring this one.
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Var Jahan’s mouth was nowhere near as tasty as Sevatar’s. Synthalia couldn’t quite work out what it was but the Terran didn’t ignite her desire in the same way. Maybe it was the knowledge that he was far less confident than the First Captain. Not that he was bad at this, he just wasn’t as good. She doubted he’d had much opportunity to practice. Lamora had mentioned a passing fancy for the man on whose lap she now sat a few times about a decade ago but it had soon fizzed out into nothing.Maybe it was the fact he was Terran. She had never kissed one before and had no idea whether he should taste different or not. His ethics matched the Legion he had been cursed with, he fought as hard as they did and he was blessed with intelligence enough to keep any differing opinions of their conduct to himself. Maybe he just wasn’t as salty as her Nostraman kin.Still, the other options were dire. Krukesh was no option at all and there was something equally as revolting when she thought about some of the other line astartes. At least Var Jahan had that fetching scar cutting across his cheek. She had been there when he had earned it at the start of the campaign six months ago. She hadn’t seen Sev in maybe twice that long. She ached for him.At first, they’d kept one another company with vox transmissions and teasing as was their custom. His section of the fleet had moved on however and those calls had ceased, the distance between them too great to reach one another. She missed him terribly. She would never admit to that, not to him and certainly not to anyone else.The first part of the separation she had been caught on a campaign, which kept her occupied for the most part. Occasionally, she would see somewhere which would have been a suitable place for them to get off together and a pang would shoot through her. When that venture ended, she had used her hands and old recordings to keep the fires low. It had worked for a time. Then Naraka and Var Jahan’s companies, the Thirteenth and Twenty Seventh respectively, had been called upon to work together on this particular compliance. They had been there six months.This was the first time back on the Nightfall in over a year. She didn’t even know if Sevatar still lived. It had felt good to be back with the fleet in some ways. It had never been much of a home, but it was as close to a homecoming as she had ever felt. Celebration was perhaps not the right word, but food had been consumed, tempers had eased and she had found herself in the lap of her companion of the last few months, his tongue invading her mouth. She had not bothered to resist. The sound of others doing similar did not escape her notice, however she was busy herself. It had been so long.His hand brushed against her cheek, then gripped the back of her neck as the kiss turned into something far more exciting than it had been moments before. That was more like it. She had been concerned that there would be no fire behind this, only a mechanical slaking of need that was as boring as it was dispassionate. Her fingers pressed into the thick meat of his neck, shifting a little so she could wrap her tongue around his easier, push a little further into his strange tasting mouth.No, he didn’t taste nearly as delicious, but he would substitute for now. She could slake her growing lust and leave it there. Sev, if he was still among the living, wouldn’t care. It was likely he’d have found himself someone else to do this with too.She shifted, moving again so she straddled his waist, her knees either side of his hips. He had seen what she was able to do with her tongue, no doubt he wanted to feel that for himself. If the bulge poking at her inner thigh was anything to go by at least. She smirked as they kissed; she wondered if she still had the knack for it. It had been a while.Breaking the kiss, she intended to bite his chin and then maybe his throat, when there was a cough. They exchanged a glance before looking around.“Normally, I wouldn’t be bothered by anything like this,” Sevatar said as he leaned against the doorframe. “But, in light of how long it has been, I believe I’m going to tell you to hand over what’s mine.” His black eyes regarded them both for a moment, Var Jahan first, her next. Something in her gut tightened and she swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.Var Jahan patted her hip and a small smile crossed his scarred face. She returned it. “Maybe another time,” he said. She knew then that she would never submit to his attention again. Anyone who walked away that easily was simply not worth her time or effort. Sliding off his lap, she resisted shaking her head as he gave them both a nod and simply walked off. She rubbed her arms, her skin itching where he had touched it.“You look like shit,” she said turning her attention to Sevatar.“A pleasure to see you as well,” he replied.“How long have you been back?”“Long enough to bathe.”“And you still look terrible.” Indeed, the First Captain looked as though he’d forgotten to sleep for the last month. Dark circles ringed his eyes and she was sure the scar on his brow was fresh. At least he had neatened up the scruff on his face, maybe. She couldn’t really tell. She had always liked the roughness of it when he mashed his face against hers anyway.For a moment, neither of them spoke. She was sure he was appraising her just as she was him. His black hair was still wet from the proclaimed bathing. Synthalia found herself envious of the shower. She knew what he hid under the midnight fatigues and top he wore. Maybe a few new scars, but he was still as glorious as he had been before. She knew what he could do with those arms, those thighs, those hands. There was no stopping the increase of her pulse as she remembered. No way of hiding from him that this reaction still happened, that the time apart had only intensified it. Var Jahan had been a poor substitute when she was faced with what she truly wanted.He closed the gap between them just as she turned to face him properly. Huge, calloused hands gripped her shoulders, fixing her in place. He did not kiss her. “You’re an absolute cunt,” he hissed. One of his hands thrust into her hair, bunched it in his fist, “And you need to remember whose you are.”A hot shiver ripped down her spine. The pleasurable pain of her tugged hair forced her eyes to look at his face. She saw no emotion reflected there; there never was. There was no corpse-like grin on his face now, his mouth was a simple gash across his face. “I’m going to remind you,” he said, voice calm but with a firm edge. She licked her lips, though found no words to respond with. His grip on her hair tightened, this time she flinched, the pleasure crossing over.“Ow!” she hissed.The hand on her shoulder dropped to his belt, which he hastily tugged open. His fatigues followed. Pressure on her head forced her to her knees, eyes now level with his cock. She already knew what he wanted of her, she’d not forgotten that. How could she? He wasn’t completely hard yet, but nor was he soft. She wondered how long he had been watching in the doorway.All thoughts were driven from her mind when he pushed her head into his crotch. He had showered recently, she could smell the light fragrance of the soap on his skin still. How thoughtful. Opening her mouth, she flicked her tongue against the hooded tip. His hand clenched in her hair. Fine, there wouldn’t be teasing it seemed. She parted her lips further and rolled the hood back with her lips, taking his dick into her mouth. Her hands rest on the floor, steadying herself as she shuffled a little closer.Once more, it seemed as though he had other ideas. Usually, he let her do the work, let her dictate the thrusts and the pace of this. She had always put it down to him not being overly bothered about what she did, only that she did it. This time however, he fucked her throat. Sevatar was no small fellow, something she had never forgotten, so when he shoved his hips forward she was almost ready for it. Almost.Synthalia couldn’t protest, her mouth was full. She was able to whimper out a cry and cough around his tip as it hit the back of her throat. For a horrible moment, she thought she would gag. Breathing through her nose, she forced her throat to relax. Her arms trembled under the force of his thrusts, struggling to hold herself steady. All she could do was keep her mouth open, her tongue rippling over his pounding length and breathe. It did not take much for her to pick up his pace, find his rhythm and work with it. Soon, she was able to suckle on him as he thrust.He didn’t seem to mind the choking noises he wrung from her when he altered his pace either. The grip on her hair never once eased, this was him reminding her, and everyone else present, whom she belonged to. The rush of blood pounding in her ears drowned out the noises of the others, though she knew they were there still. Modesty had never been their strong point and why should that change now. She was certain she could hear someone laughing. She let her teeth rake over his dick as he thrust, he groaned.His cock swelled and all other thought was washed from her mind. Glancing up, she caught he expression of rapt pleasure on his face. She hummed again, knowing he’d feel that. Another thrust, she coughed again; he’d feel that too. The first pulse of moisture hit the back of her throat, he groaned and slowed, though his thrusts remained sharp and strong. She made another noise, “Stop that,” he snapped, his hand tightening in her hair. She shot him a glare, a dare that said ‘make me’ with her black eyes. She hummed again. Obedience had never been her forte, she was not about to start now.Sevatar yanked her hair and pulled out her mouth. She sucked in a breath, one she had no idea that she needed. His huge cock caught her gaze and she smirked, until he grabbed her shoulder again. “Hey,” she said.He didn’t say anything, made no noise at all. He dragged her over to the table. Synthalia grabbed the edge with her hands, not wanting to fall into it when he pushed her down. One hand pushed on her neck, one tugged at her fatigues. It didn’t take long. Cool air touched wet, bare flesh. His weight bore down on her, his chest pressed into her back. His teeth seized her ear, bit down. She shivered. “Mine,” he snarled after letting it go. “No one else. I claimed you.”He thrust into her, she bit her lip, tasted blood. “Fuck,” she hissed.“I plan to,” he snarled.The grip on her neck never let up. His other arm wrapped around her waist and he pounded back and forth. The slaps of their flesh colliding echoed. More laughter sounded. Her hands tightened around the edge of the table. Her legs trembled, her knees threatened to buckle. His pace was relentless, it had been a long time. She shuddered, her gut clenched. Her eyes watered with the intense pressure. “Shit,” she yelled.“I’ve not started yet,” he said.His words just made it worse. This was not the first time she would climax today. A couple more of those sharp thrusts and she was gone. She cursed him, cursed those watching and let the pleasure ride through her. He did not stop. His thick cock pummelled her with each stroke. His hand tightened on the back of her neck, fingers dug into her hip; she would be bruised from this. Good.Sharp teeth seized her shoulder, the flesh withstanding the pressure; another mark for her genhanced physiology to deal with. She wanted to reach around, wanted to bite, to touch and grab. He had her pinned to the table, the only thing she could do was rock her hips in time with his. He was bigger than she, stronger than she, there was nothing she could do except take what he gave her. It had to be enough. His balls slapped against her with every thrust; oh how she longed to toy with that plump, heavy sack. She couldn’t reach. Maybe later. She could clench as he thrust. Maddening pleasure accompanied every slap and he kept shifting his movements. Some of them long and sharp, followed by a burst of shorter, strong ones that had their skin clap together in a staccato tune. “Fuck,” she hissed again.Her cheek hit the table as his hand pressed against the side of her face. She gnashed her teeth at his hand, caught his finger and bit. Her tongue teased the pad, aware that she could have done that to his prick if he hadn’t been so insistent on just fucking her. The hiss of breath showed he was aware too. Her gut clenched again, she screwed her eyes shut. She bucked under him as deep tremors rocked through her. “I’m going to come again,” she hissed.Sevatar slowed his movements. Still, he did not relent. “Who do you belong to?” he asked.“What?” she breathed, her head too consumed with the need to cum to focus on his words.“You cannot cum until you remind yourself, and your audience, who you belong to,” he said. The grip on her neck tightened, a reminder. She focused.“You,” she hissed.“Louder!” he thrust sharper that time.“Ah,” she whined, “You!” she said.“Remind me again.” Another thrust, another deep shock.“You.” This time she yelled, “Yours.” She opened her eyes and looked at those who were witness to what they did. Some of them were still entangled with their partners. Katrix looked as though she was truly enjoying the company of Kevark, and she caught Lamora sitting in the lap of another she didn’t recognise. There was definitely sniggering. She shut her eyes again.“Good girl,” he hummed. He leaned over her again, this time, his tongue caressed her ear before he whispered, “Loud and clear now.” His thrusting picked up again, her solar plexus jumped. This time, her awareness of everything else fell away. The rapid thrusts was all she felt, his breathing all she heard, his movements all she felt.“Fuck!” she screamed. “Sev. Just you. It’s. Oh fuck!” Her words descended into cries and screams, her pleasure clear to those who remained in the room with them. She bucked and writhed beneath him, wiggled and squirmed, clenched and relaxed. Dimly, she was aware of him cursing. Teeth tore into her other shoulder, but it was no use. He followed her into bliss. She felt his burst over her, his hot, sticky cum pulsing into her. A couple more solid, sharp thrusts and he stilled.Then he did something she had not expected. His nose nuzzled into the crook of her neck and his lips, so much softer than Var Jahan’s, brushed against her skin. A hidden gesture, none of the others could see them, if they were even still watching. With a slow movement, he withdrew from her. His hand gave her neck a final, gentle squeeze and he moved away. Synthalia straightened up and ordered her fatigues, she noted he did the same, though he appeared to still be hard.She slid her hand into his, gave it a light squeeze, “Sev, I-““I know,” he said, cutting her off. She wanted to kiss him, wanted the feel those soft lips on hers, yet she was content to wait for the moment.Instead, she leaned up and brushed her mouth against his ear. “Let’s go somewhere, I want to take my time with your cock in my mouth. It’s been too long,” she whispered. The corpse-smile returned to his pale face and he gave a sharp nod. No further words passed his lips, he simply tugged her hand and they left the others to their passions; it was clear theirs was neither slacked nor sated for the time being.
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First - Our muses having their first time
The fact that Cyrene was blind did nothing to soothe Argel Tal’s nerves. She had wanted this and he had been obliged to grant that want. The Blessed Lady had been his confidant for a long time and he liked to think that they had become friends during that time. Her request had taken him by surprise and he had agreed before he had time to really think about the implications of what she wanted. Now that the time was here, he was unsure how he truly felt. She must have sensed his hesitation somehow, and her hand touched his. The fingers were so small; she was so small. How was he going to do this without damaging her?“Relax,” she said.“I am fine,” he replied.Her laughter echoed around his room and she shook her head. “Your so tense I can sense it from here,” she said. Her fingers closed around his thumb and he turned to look at her. “We don’t have to do this, I will understand,” she said.He knew what she really meant, she would find someone else. He couldn’t imagine someone else’s hands on her. Erebus? He would gloat about it, how he was chosen and that he had taken Argel Tal’s place, that he had not been found wanting. Kor Phaeron? The old man with his wizened skin and sharp tongue. What about Xaphen? He would be more nervous than he was. Xaphen was a close friend but this was not the sort of task he would rise to. Argel Tal mused at that and shook his head.“No,” he said, “I haven’t-“Her small hand touched his lips and he stopped talking. “I know, I know none of you have, it’s a part of the training, you’re taken before you reach that age but.” Here she paused and he watched her throat bob as she swallowed. “Nor have I.”Argel Tal blinked. “You are surprised at this?” she asked.“I thought that…” He trailed off, not really sure what he had thought.She squeezed his hand, “I never had the chance. I know you’re going on a pilgrimage with Lord Lorgar in a few days and I don’t know when you’re going to return.”“I do not want to harm you,” he said. She tilted her head to the side. “You’re so small and I am not. What if I cause you damage?”Cyrene smiled gently and picked up his huge hand with hers, “I will tell you if you hurt me,” she said. “I am led to believe that first times can be painful anyway.” Argel Tal shuffled a little at that. The movement made the bed on which they were sat creak. He didn’t want to be the one responsible for harming the Blessed Lady, that would be a disaster. Then again, if this was what she truly wanted then who was he to deny that? No wonder he was so nervous.“What if it doesn’t work?” he said.“What do you mean?” Cyrene asked. She had turned his hand over and was making patterns on his palm, it tickled but not unpleasantly so.“When we are created, or reformed, some things are removed from us. Fear is one, desire is another, or rather desire for others in this manner. I don’t even know if I can.” He curled his huge fingers around her hand and gave it the slightest of squeeze.“I’m sure we’re going to find out one way or another,” she said. “So many of the others tell me that the first time should be a magical thing, but I just want to know what it’s like.”“Why me then?” he asked. “There are countless mortal men who know what they are doing, and who would do a far better job than I,” he said. Who won’t hurt you because their frames are twice your size, he thought to himself, though he did not say that.“But they are not you. I trust you to listen, and to stop if I ask it,” she said. She brought his palm up to her lips and pressed a kiss to the flesh. A small shiver crept up his arm, Argel Tal smiled. Maybe this would be alright after all. He nodded. “If you wish it, we can have a word. If I say this word, then you stop?” she said.“Surely the word stop will be enough?” he said. She chuckled at that and nodded.“Alright,” she said. He was about to ask what he was supposed to do next, but she made the move for him. Following her lead might not be a bad idea in this, she would surely know more about the theory of this, if not the practical and that would be enough. She clambered into his lap, her knees resting on his thighs. It allowed her to each his face. Her fingers explored, seeing what her eyes could not. She was gentle, though he was able to withstand a great deal more.He let her explore, not moving as her delicate fingers caressed his cheeks, or when she accidentally touched her eye. She whispered and apology before continuing. He relaxed as she moved, letting the tension drain from his shoulders and back, letting his arms fall loosely at his sides and letting his thighs ease. He could do this. He was not afraid, he was not inadequate and he would not harm her. She would tell him if he did.Watching her expression was a delightful experience in itself. Her smile brightened as she found the corner of his mouth and without thinking, he licked the tip of her finger. The surprise bloomed and a red tinge coloured her cheeks. Her heart had sped up too, he could hear her pulse rushing, though he doubted that he had done anything wrong. “You know I will be able to track you by taste now,” he said.Cyrene laughed and shook her head. Her hands clamped the side of his face, her thumbs brushing against his oversized cheeks. “Not very sexy,” she laughed.“How am I supposed to know what is and is not sexy?” he asked. There was no pout to his question, no offense; he had no idea.She kissed him then. Her small lips brushed over his mouth and he puckered them to meet her. The simple contact sent another of those sparks through him. He brought his hand up to place on her back, aware that he shouldn’t hold her too tightly lest he squash her. She lingered on his lips, letting the touch extend, though she did not part her lips. She did twist her head to the side a little, not allowing their noses to bump harshly together. The contact was pleasant, Argel Tal found that he rather liked it. He would tell her so when she pulled away.Instead of doing so, she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into his. Now he truly would be able to track her with taste. He touched her tongue with his, the effect sharp and soft at the same time. Their mingled taste was a combination of salt, gravy and meat. He found that it was not a bad flavour and so let the contact continue. He tightened his grip on her marginally, holding her close against his broad chest. Now that she was close, he did not want to let her go. Soft breaths touched his cheek, her arms fell on either side of his neck and the warmth rushed through him reminding him of a discharged plasma weapon.Slowly, his hand crept up and pushed into her hair. Pulling out the clip, he let the locks fall free and he combed them with his huge fingers. Her head fit in one hand, he was able to cradle the back of her head as their kiss extended.A new, musky scent pushed into the air and he realised that it was coming from her. He didn’t quite understand and so pulled back. “You are well?” he asked.“Relax, I could do that forever,” she said. He assumed that this was a yes and mimicked what she had done to him. Pressing their lips together and licking along the seam. She parted hers and once more, he found the taste of them both intoxicating. Distantly, he noted that his hearts had begun to beat faster, though he had taken no exercise. Was this the effect of kissing? He supposed that it was. Her small hand clung to his shoulder, and for a time, that was all he knew; the contact of her mouth and the squeeze of her hand.She pulled back. He looked at her quizzically, though she would be unable to see his expression. Her hands did the talking, rolling over his shoulder and down to his chest. He shivered as another wave charged through him. Her little palms had reached his nipples and the contact was delightful. Her head bent and sharp teeth grazed over the flesh. More sparks. His pulse increased and an unfamiliar ache pooled in his belly. Even through the fabric of his deep red top, he could feel the contours of her hands and the pinch of her teeth.He wiggled a little, finding the way he was sitting uncomfortable. “Lay back Argel Tal,” she said. Her voice was hitched, a little thicker than it had been before. He did as she said though and let himself settle on his back. He looked up and watched her movements though, interested to see what she was going to do.Her hand yanked his legion shirt from his fatigues belt and her hand slid up against his flesh. It tickled and his skin flinched where her light touch felt. He supressed a giggle. “This is ticklish?” she asked.He nodded, then said, “Yes.”She didn’t stop, instead she pressed harder. He thought that was a touch mean, but the laughter didn’t cease. He curled up and brought her onto his chest with his movements. Her hands yanked his shirt up further, her mouth followed and it was an altogether different kind of tickling she was doing. The spark returned and his hands brushed over her sides. He could feel her ribs through the thin fabric of her red dress. She looked up and he brushed hair from her face.Her mouth was back on his, her hearts thundered as their tongues began circling once again. Her hands reached his stomach, but no further. Pressure in his gut made him move his hips, it was not comfortable but it was pleasant.Her lips left his and she sat back for a moment. It seemed as though she was looking at him, but she had been sightless for years. “What it is?” he asked.“I don’t think we’re going to have a problem with this,” she said. Her hand ran over the apex of his thighs. He jumped. The spark that shot through him then was hotter than any he had felt so far. He almost shouted. She was touching his penis. That was the pressure, the heat, it was… He sucked in a breath, his mouth dry. “Relax,” she said. “Does it feel bad?”“No,” he replied. She kissed his stomach, unable to reach his lips. Her hand pressed against his penis a little firmer and sparks danced through him again. He bucked into her hand. “It’s good,” he replied. She tugged at his belt with her other hand and he got the hint. His hand brushed hers away and he undid the clasp. She did the rest.Her hand explored once more and he thought a look of surprise touched her face. “What is it?” he asked, once again unsure. Strange, how he could command the squads with ease, order them to battle without a second glance but this tenderness left him lost.She slipped her hand beneath the waist of his underpants and he stopped thinking about anything at all. He wrapped an arm around her, wanting her close. The fabric of her dress was coarse now, compared to the softness of her hand. His lips parted and he sucked in a deep draft of air. His penis bobbed in her hand, his testicles drew up. The tip of her finger touched the fluid and she smiled.Cyrene wiggled and he watched as she slipped her dress over her head. Her body was a lot smaller now she had removed the fabric and he just looked at her a moment. How was he meant to do this and not hurt her? He pressed his lips together and watched as she wiggled out of the remains of her clothes. She was beautiful, slender and tiny. “Don’t be worried,” she said.“How do you know I am worried?” he said.“You’re tense,” she said. She placed a hand on his thigh, he jumped. “See.” She took his hand and placed it on her bare chest. The plump skin of her breast was soft and he squeezed the mound, “I am not going to break if you look at me, don’t worry,” she said. He gave a small nod, and continued to touch the breast she had placed his hand on. He then moved to the other and brought his other hand up. Finding her nipples, he thumbed them as she had done his. Now her lips parted and a soft little sigh escaped her. She liked that. He did it again, continuing the attention before moving one of his hands over her stomach.The musky scent rolled from her. Cyrene gripped his wrist and pushed it further, to the space between her legs. Argel Tal was surprised to find the soft skin wet. He slid his huge finger along the slit, rubbing at the hot, wet flesh. Cyrene did a little more than sigh. Now it was his turn to explore her with his hand, and he found it an interesting venture. There was a narrow hole, slick and warm. He pushed the very tip of his finger into it. She wiggled, her thighs clamping over his hand. “Does that hurt?” She shook her head and he continued, working his index finger into her. Cyrene whimpered and whined, wiggled and squirmed. All he was doing was pushing his finger into that gap.She gripped his wrist again and he stopped, looking up at her. Cyrene pulled his hand away gently, giving it a soft squeeze. She leaned up and kissed him as she moved to kneel on his thighs again. “I’m ready, just be still,” she said.He nodded.She used her hands, she gripped his penis lightly and moved it to the place where his finger had been. Wet heat touched the tip, his hands touched her hips, though he did not move as she had asked. Cyrene shifted a little, her hips moved and she slid down a fraction. Pressure built around the head, her face puckered and she sucked her lower lip into her mouth. Her hands rested on his stomach. Cyrene shut her blind eyes and pushed her hips down. The pressure released. Cyrene cried out and she slid down his shaft.The clamping sensation around his penis was unlike anything he had felt before. The urge to push into her was overwhelming, though he forced it down. “Cyrene,” he said. His hand shuddered on her hip, he was unable to stop that.“I just…” her voice shuddered, “It’s.” She sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He watched her swallow. He brushed her hip with his thumb.“Too much?”“No, just unexpected. It’s good.” Slowly, she rolled her hips forward. Her weight threw onto her hands and he slid his up her body to hold her waist. The compression on his penis increased and he gasped.“Good, yes,” he said. “Do that again.” She did and the sparks flashed in front of his eyes. He pushed up, a small movement but her reaction spoke volumes. She responded by pushing down. More sparks. After that, they moved together. He made sure to keep the movements light. She was giving him something amazing and he would not repay that with breaking her hips, or legs, or arms either. He slid his hands over thighs, moving with her rather than against her.Looking up into her face, he saw the bliss written there. He was doing that. Or part of him at least. Argel Tal couldn’t quite understand why, but it felt good to him too, better than good. She moved a little firmer and his eyes drifted closed. Her hand pinched his nipple and he hissed. He bucked, sharper than he wanted. Cyrene toppled forward and she laughed. “Easy,” she said. He brushed hair from the side of her face, leaned forward and kissed the side of her head.“Now,” she clenched and he hissed. She forced her hips down on him again and he responded as he had been. Stronger sparks this time. Her rolling hips brought lights to his eyes and he let his head drop back against the bed. She increased her pace, it felt as though she was driving him towards a precipice of sorts. He followed her lead. Static shot through him, Argel Tal bent his knees, refused to give in to the urge to thrust into her without care.It didn’t matter. He fell over the edge and into the welcoming embrace of momentary oblivion. She squeezed and pulsed around him as the tip of his penis erupted into the tiny woman sat on him. Argel Tal heard her cried, though they were blissful not of pain. His hearts hammered in his chest, his third lung inflated as he forgot to breathe. His hands tightened on Cyrene’s thighs. She did squeal then and he relaxed his grip. He let out the held breath and opened his eyes. Her expression was delightful.She was still shuddering around him and it seemed she needed time to come back to herself. Keeping his hands on her sides, he remained silent. Cyrene’s breathing returned to some state of regularity. Slowly, she leaned forward and rested on his huge chest. He wrapped her in his arms, tight and secure. “See, it was nothing to worry about,” she said.The kiss she pressed to his lips then was soft, tender and very different to the ones she had granted earlier. “Nothing at all,” he said. “But you are bruised.” He ran a light finger over her thigh where he had gripped. She flinched.“I can handle those,” she said. She kissed him again. “Just, rest with me a while.” He nodded, stroked her damp hair and kissed her temple. It wasn’t long before the slight woman’s breathing turned regular. Argel Tal couldn’t deny that what they had done had been pleasant, and he wouldn’t mind doing so again. He was not sure if it was something he would ever crave, like mortals did, but it was nothing to worry about either.
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The work had been gruelling that morning, and it was with some relish that Synthalia planted her butt down on a log. Her feet ached, her hands were sore from swinging the axe and she was very ready to have something to eat. The afternoon’s work could wait for the time being. She pulled out some bread and cheese and began to munch on them, thinking that although it was slow going, rebuilding the settlement was going well. Gathering the raw materials was an essential part of the work and she was only too happy to pitch in with it. Besides, it took her mind off the fact that Mephiston had gone away on diplomatic errands and wouldn’t be back for at least a week.
It was her home too now and she was used to the physical work. It kept her in good shape too, something she was keen to maintain now that there was less wars to fight. She was so caught in her thoughts that she did not hear someone approach until they spoke.
“You miss him don’t you?”
Synthalia looked up at Dante and offered him a smile, “Of course I do,” she said, “That’s a silly question, go on, ask me another.” There was no bite to her words and she leaned forward on her knees a little.
“Don’t be awful,” he said.
“I don’t know how to be anything else, Dante,” she said. He sat beside her and placed a cup of hot tea in front of her. She didn’t particularly like tea but she wrapped her hands around the mug anyway. “Thanks.”
“I miss him too,” Dante said.
“He’ll be back soon, and we can have a nice reunion then.” Dante grinned at that and sipped some of the tea. She looked at him for a while, something she never got tired of doing. His handsomeness was much more earthly than Mephiston’s. The spark in his amber eyes, the tan to his skin, even the way he smiled. His fine black hair, long and wispy, was bound at the nape of his neck with a bright red ribbon. There was a weariness to his posture that hadn’t been there before and she realised he was as tired as everyone else. Rebuilding the castle was taking its toll on all of them, and he was no different.
“I’m not too haggard yet,” Dante said, “Am I?”
Synthalia shook her head, “No, but you do look like you could use a rest, when did you last sleep?” she asked. He shrugged and she rolled her eyes. “Come on, you’re no good to anyone exhausted.” She placed her mug on the grass and slipped her hand into his.
“I can’t, I’ve too much work to do.” Dante said.
“No,” Synthalia shook her head, “You’re not a machine and I am the worst nurse going, you don’t want me looking after you if you get sick.”
“I’d get Dagmar to do it, if I fell ill,” he jibed. She poked him in the ribs and laughed.
“I’m serious Dante, if only for a few hours, you need to rest.” She ran her thumb over the back of his hand. He caught her with his tawny eyes and raised a dark eyebrow. “What?”
“If you’re going to make me rest, then you have to as well. You’re not exactly looking so sprightly yourself.” She knew the truth of that well enough. Her palms were rough, the skin on her cheeks was dry and she ached all the way through. “He told us to look after each other, I can’t have you fussing over me when you need it too.”
Synthalia nodded and let out a sigh. “I’ll put the axe back then.”
“Bring it with you, you can just leave it in the house.”
She brushed the crumbs off her knees and then turned to look at Dante again, “I was supposed to be the one telling you to rest, not the other way around. If we’re going to bunk off for the rest of the day, you’re not going to spend it worrying over me. We either relax together or we don’t at all.”
Dante laughed and gave her hand a squeeze. “Alright,” he said. He let go of her grip and got up. She rose too, but he grabbed the axe before she had the chance. “I’ll carry it,” he said, “I know you can but if I do it, it makes me look like I did something physical today.”
Synthalia laughed and grabbed her mug. “Your job is far more gruelling than mine,” she said. He hefted the axe easily onto his shoulder and nodded.
“I know which I would rather be doing,” he said. She nodded, and together they walked away from the stand of trees she had been clearing and back towards the place they had begun to refer to as home. It wasn’t quite imbedded yet, and it was a far cry from the luxurious castle they had lived in before, but she had seen and lived in much worse. The collection of houses felt more natural to her anyway. Most of them were built now, and proofed against the elements. The wood she had been cutting would go to create a palisade around them for defense against the wilder creatures that might happen upon them. This way, families had an individual space rather than forced to share a castle.
The scent of cooked meat wafted through the make-shift streets, shouts of mothers cursing unruly children echoed between the houses. Laughter filled the air and Synthalia smiled, even through all their hardships, there was still laughter. Together, they climbed the slope up to the house they shared.
Looking up at the wooden structure, Synthalia felt a wash of pride. She had helped build it. The wood she had cut had been shaped by their hands, placed by their labour and created to their design. It was theirs and if anyone thought the three of them living together in such a way was odd, no one mentioned it. Dante had insisted on the spot at the top of the hill, and so they walked up to it now. There was a small garden outside, but Synthalia wasn’t much of a gardener and the other two had been occupied with rebuilding. It was more a mud patch but she would get to it in time.
She opened the door for Dante, who followed her inside without complaint. The door closed and she barred it. No one would disturb them this afternoon. The fire in the middle of the house had burned low but not gone out. A cauldron of water hung above it, warm for washing. They hadn’t yet managed to secure themselves a tub for bathing, but there was a plan to attain one in the near future. Synthalia never thought she would miss a bath so much.
When she turned around, Dante had pulled the warm water from the hook and was sluicing his face and hands. “You too,” he said.
She did not need to be told twice. She plunged her hands into the water and began scrubbing it over her face and neck. Synthalia spent some time on cleaning herself up, she should have changed her clothes as well, and yanked her top over her head. There was already a pile of washing in one corner over by the bed and she tossed her shirt into it. Washing was not something she was good at, and she hated it.
The bed was massive. It had to be for the three of them. The times they all got to share it were fewer than she would like, but she rarely slept alone. She sat on the edge of the wooden bed, the fur blanket ruffling under her hand as she swept it back and forth. When she looked up, Dante was unpinning his long black hair. His back was to her, and he was unwinding the braid he kept it in with nimble fingers. When he was done he shook it out, the waves tumbled over his shoulders and down to the centre of his well shaped back. It was soft, she knew that already but it didn’t stop her from wanting to run her fingers through it. He would let her, he always did.
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed beside her. “Scoot up,” she said. “Take off your shirt and lay on your front.”
Dante made no protest, he did as she asked for once. His sculpted back always caught her attention and now was no different. He flung his shirt in the direction of the pile before scooting up the bed. She gave him a moment to settle, though not long enough for him to fall asleep.
When Synthalia moved up the bed, she gently shifted his soft hair away and tucked it behind his shoulder out of the way. She then reached for a small tub she kept at the side of the bed. It contained a thick, scented substance that eased tired muscles and encouraged relaxation. It was something she had learned to make while with her own clan and something she had taught the Blood Angels. This batch had a subtle, floral scent to it. She scooped some into her hands and rubbed them together to warm it. She then placed her hands on Dante’s shoulder and slowly began to rub it in.
There was tension in him, his muscles tight. He murmured when she pressed on a particularly hard section and so she eased the pressure a little, “You’ve been working too hard,” she said as he moved onto his spine.
He didn’t respond, which only made it true in her mind. She fell silent again, concentrating on the task she had set herself. His skin was smooth, though he had a good number of scars on his back; more on his chest. The fight had not been kind to any of them. Most of them had healed now but some were still red. She ran her finger along the one he had got saving her useless ass. Bending down, she pressed her lips against the scar. Dante chuckled.
“What?” she asked.
“Are you quite done?” he asked.
“Are you relaxed, or do you want me to go lower? You have a great bum after all and I’d not mind,” she teased. She knew how sensitive his ass was already. Lightly, she brushed her fingers over the fabric of his pants. He shivered. She smiled.
“I feel as though you turned me to liquid,” he hummed. He rolled onto his side and looked at her for a moment. His amber eyes flashed and her stomach dropped in the way it usually did when he looked like that.
“That makes two of us,” she grinned. Synthalia moved up the bed and settled up on the furs next to him. Dante’s smile made her chest ache. “This is the first time it’s been just the two of us,” she said. He nodded. “You don’t think Mephiston would mind?”
His hand touched her cheek, warm and gentle. “I don’t mind when I am away, and I assume that you wouldn’t mind if you were away and he and I sought comfort together.” Synthalia shook her head, she expected them to if she was honest. “So why would he mind if you and I made love?” She turned her head away, the smile faintly embarrassed at having even mentioned it.
The pad of his thumb touched her chin and she looked up. “We all love one another, there is nothing wrong in what we do.” She pushed her lips to his then, aware that he spoke the truth. It banished her worries. His response was immediate, though subtle. He just kissed her back, lips closed. It was almost chaste, almost. Just the lingering gave away that he intended more than that. She knew those kisses well, knew what they meant. He never came on overly strong, took his time and was patient.
She kissed him again, just as he had. The softness of his lips always surprised her; Dante was as much a warrior as any of them but he was capable of such tenderness that it left her breathless. Her hand brushed his cheek, he leaned into her hand and smiled against her mouth. The delicate tone shifted, the light pressure increased. Finally, his deft tongue pushed along the seam of her lips, she parted them without hesitation. The slightly salty taste of him flooded her and she mirrored the swirling motion of his tongue with hers.
She pushed her fingers into the fine locks of his hair, bringing him closer, prolonging the kiss. Finally, his head tilted a little and the contact deepened. Synthalia shuffled closer to him, his arm caught her waist and pulled her in, welcoming and warm. Her breasts crushed against his broad chest as she held him close. Warmth flooded her crotch, and she wiggled at the tickling heat.
Dante broke the kiss, his thumb brushing her hair away from her face. When he looked at her, it was as though she were something to be devoured, albeit slowly. She realised again how fortunate she was, to have these two gorgeous men in her life. She kissed him once more, slower this time. She did not linger at his mouth, instead, she trailed her mouth over his chin to his neck. Dante murmured something when she nipped at the skin, but she didn’t stay.
When she got to his chest, she stayed a while. Teasing first one nipple, then the next. His back arched as her tongue swept over the hard nub. Her hand rested on his stomach, easing him back down gently before she treated the other to a delicate nip. She could taste the tang of his sweat as she kissed his stomach, wet and fresh as she teased with her mouth.
She ran her tongue over the peaks and valleys of his taut stomach, treating herself to exploring his contours in a way she never had before. She had touched him, kissed him but not like this. His hand touched her head, tugging her long hair from the tail it was in and pushed into it. His fingers rubbed at her scalp, encouraging her explorations but not pushing her in any direction.
Her hand reached the band of his pants and tugged at the belt holding them up. She had it undone in seconds. Pushing her hand under the fabric, she was pleased to learn that he was hard. Good. Knowing that she was able to gain that reaction from him brought a smug smile to her face. She kissed his stomach again before trailing her tongue below his navel. His hand tightened in her hair and she paused, “I’ll stop if you want,” she said.
“No, please don’t,” he said. His voice was husky, almost cracked.
Just anticipation then. She tugged the fabric of his pants down past his hips, and he lifted them to allow it. His cock, long and proud, greeted her with a mild bob and she couldn’t help grinning at it. She leaned forward and pressed a delicate kiss to the shining tip. Dante huffed out a soft sigh, “Tease,” he muttered.
“Always,” she said. She couldn’t keep that going though, he deserved better than that. It didn’t mean she was going to rush though. Slowly, she lifted the base of his cock and slipped the head into her warm mouth. The musky, masculine scent that was him filled her as she slid him further into her mouth. Her hand cupped his balls, her other held the root as her tongue soaked his length.
Dante whimpered as she dipped her head back and forth. Long, slow movements that focused entirely on him. She’d swirl her tongue around the tip, curl it over his shaft as she bent down. Her lips clamped over his hard length as she slid back up to almost have him pop out her mouth before she repeated the movement. As for him, the noises he made were softer than she expected, almost mewling. His hand gripped her hair tightly however, the little tickle of pain sparking through her to settle between her thighs. She knew she was already wet, the ache in her gut deepening with every descent of her head, but she wasn’t ready to deal with that yet. No, she had said she was going to look after him and so she would.
Synthalia changed her movements, focusing on the sensitive tip with her mouth, suckling and running her tongue over the slit instead. She lapped at the beads of salty moisture when they appeared, and used her hand to slide back and forth along his shaft in quick strokes. Dante’s whimpers turned to deeper groans, his hand tugged her hair as his fist tightened. His balls clenched away from her hand. He writhed on the bed, back arching, knees bending and she knew. She did not stop. He recovered quickly, this she already knew.
“Syn,” he whined. The pleading in the tone unmistakable. “I’m about to-”
She stopped. She pulled off the tip of his cock and her hands stilled. She didn’t take them off him, just waited a moment. His dick bobbed and quivered in the cooler air and she smirked to herself. Dante was panting. His other hand was fisted in the fur pelt and his skin was flushed. His dick twitched, straining at the air, as flushed as the rest of him. Leaning forward again, she ran her tongue from the base to the tip, encircling it one last time.
Dante yelped.
He thrust into her mouth and coated it with thick, salty fluid, which erupted from his tip in a torrent. Pulsing, his dick danced in her mouth until he was quite spent. He groaned and stilled, relaxing back into the fur blankets with a deep sigh. Synthalia sat up and swallowed what he had given her before pressing a kiss to his stomach, then his chest, and then his mouth.
He held her a moment before she settled into his side once more. “I’m not done with you,” she whispered.
“I know,” he said. His face was still flushed, but the gleam in his eyes hadn’t faded. He just needed a moment she supposed.
“Kiss me,” she said. He did. The same, languid, heady kisses he had given before. The burning passion lurked just beneath the surface, not sated but waiting. This time, it was his hand that touched her, caressed her full breasts, teased the nipple with his thumb and forefinger. She drew in a sharp breath, not expecting him to pinch quite that hard. He broke the kiss and moved to her neck, the pain immediately forgotten.
“I’m going to do this until I’m hard again,” he said. This time, he pushed his hand into her pants. His lips found her breast and waves of rolling heat rocked through her. The sensation of being under his power wasn’t lost on her; she parted her thighs. The pad of his fingers brushed over the tight, neat curls, and it was her turn to whimper. Synthalia was not good at just accepting pleasure in this way. Her hand ran over his side, down to his crotch to caress his mostly flaccid cock.
He found the sweet nub at the top of her cleft and her hand tightened. Dante’s dick twitched in recognition and she smiled. His teeth scraped over her breast and she sighed. It felt so damned fine when he did that. Her belly ached for him, she needed him within her, needed those lazy, forceful strokes that would bring her to completion. She swallowed. He slid back and forth over the nub, the slow friction so much deeper. She tried to focus on what her hand was doing, bringing him back to readiness wasn’t going to take long. His breath as already hitching like hers; she knew that.
“Fuck,” she cursed when he bit her earlobe and swirled her clit in a circular motion. White spattered over her vision and she bit her lower lip. “I want you inside me when I cum,” she said.
That did it. His cock sprang in her hand. Synthalia pushed him onto his back and shucked out of her pants. She followed him, legs either side until she was sat over his lap. His tip brushed against her curls and she hissed. He raised an eyebrow at her. She leaned forward to kiss him before sinking on the long dick beneath her.
It was like melting. The way he parted her and settled easily inside her was as close to being a liquid as she would ever get. Synthalia looked down at Dante for a moment, watching his face, how the expression changed when he realised what she was doing. The light frown between his brows, the arch of his mouth, the crinkles of his eyes. Damn the man was beautiful. He was even beautiful when he came.
She began to slide her hips back and forth, a light movement that just nestled deep within her. Nothing fast, nothing hard, just pleasant. Taking Dante’s hand, she moved it to her slit. “Now, carry on playing with that,” she said.
And he did.
Once more, the pad of his finger pressed against her clit, swirling it in circular motions that sent sparks to her eyes. When it made her clench, she felt him inside her. His eyes widened, he gasped when she relaxed. He gave her a look of utter lust and she rocked back and forth again, still slow.
Dante’s other hand brushed her breast, the fingers finding her nipple. This wouldn’t last long, she knew that. Biting her lip, she stifled a cry as he pressed a bit harder on her. Her thighs tensed, relaxing immediately. She shifted her pace, slowing again. “I wanted to make this last but I don’t think I can,” she hissed. He bucked into her, his hand on her clit sliding back and forth in ever increasing motion. The fire that sparked through her turned into a blaze. Everything inside her tightened, feverish and hot. His cock bucked, swelled and parted her ever clenching quim. Synthalia forgot to breathe. Dante was all she knew in that moment, inside her, touching her, filling her. She froze, unable to move. Too much heat, too much passion, it was all too much.
Another sharp press, another thrust and she knew no more.
White exploded in front of her eyes and she howled in triumph. Deep thrusts, sharp and fast, pushed her further into oblivion and then another’s cry joined hers. Utter bliss enveloped her.
Synthalia sucked in a deep breath and let it out, finally remembering to do so. Her legs and arms trembled and everything felt all too sensitive for the moment. Dante was still inside her, smaller now, diminishing and she slid from him easily. Settling beside him, he drew her into his arms, neither able to speak. When her breathing calmed and she felt sure of herself again, she brushed a hand against his face and drew him into a contented kiss.
“Feel better?” she whispered against his mouth.
“Infinitely,” he said. He had the look of dozing about him and she knew he would be doing so very soon.
“You need to rest,” she said.
“Don’t go anywhere.”
Synthalia shook her head, she’d not dream of it. “Turn on your side,” she said. He did so, “Not that way, facing away from me.” He frowned but did so anyway. She curled up against his back, her arm around his waist. Kissing between his shoulder blades, she smiled and pulled one of the blankets over them both. He settled then and she sighed contentedly. Curling against his back like this wasn’t how they usually slept, but it was nice, and if her hand should venture lower after their rest, what of it. For now, it was enough and she let her eyes close.
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The fight was over and for that I am glad. The daemons we have destroyed were the ones we had been following for months. It felt like decades. In the end, we prevailed. We had no choice. We are humanity’s shield and we will not fail them. The denizens of the warp have been cast back by my librarians and I. We shall return to Baal; the pull of home calls to us. I have matters I need to discuss with the Red Council and I know the intercessors are anxious to confer with their companions and share experiences. They have done well, but it is obvious to all that they are still naive; something they are anxious to shake off.The journey back to Baal is uneventful. Reports are written, events recorded and routines adhered to. Rhacelus is his usual self and berates Antros when he can for what seems like the smallest infraction. I know better. The young Codicer requires guidance in many ways and the smallest mistake could have the largest consequences. Rhacelus knows what he is doing and I leave the majority of Antros’ education to him. I trust both and know they will do the right thing, even if it is not the smart choice.The ship reaches the Mandeville point for the system and from there, it is a matter of hours before we are in high anchor. Voxing in as a matter of courtesy, we are soon filing neatly into a thunderhawk, which will take us to the designated landing platform.We cause more than a few gasps and earn stares when we finally manage to disembark. I know we are in a sorry state, not one of us has escaped the ravages of the daemonic host. We bear the marks on our battle-plate, some devoid of colour, all with gouges and marks. The artificers of the Arx Angelicum will ensure they are repaired swiftly but for now we must all make our way to our chambers.Antros and Rhacelus bid me farewell when we reached the librarium, and for now I am glad to see them go. Not through irritation, but because they need rest and they need distance from one another too. They are not so used to one another that the company doesn’t irritate them. I need them both, they know it but time apart will do them both good.As for myself? I could use a glass of wine and a hot shower. I can feel the remnants of the planet clinging to the parts of my body I have been unable to clean and the need to get it off is strong. There is no taint, that was banished but the need to feel clean is a basic need and one I intend to practice very soon.My arming chamber is ready for me, but it takes a while to remove my battered war plate. When the servitors and thralls are finally done, I step away from them in nothing more than a battered body glove. I pull it from me and step naked into the air. I can smell the planet clinging to my bare skin, I want to get rid of it. The Chapter Master favours long soaks in hot water after a campaign, but I have always preferred running water. The shower is ready almost immediately. I step under the hot stream of water, a small sigh escaping as the caress of water slides over me like the touch of a reunited lover. For a long while, I let the water sluice the dust and grime from my skin. The heat eases my shoulders as it soaks my hair, pressing it against my pale face. It is bliss. Warmth cascades over me, bringing a semblance of life back. My body relaxes and I let my head fall forward, the water flowing over my back and thighs.There is a sponge and soap left to the side and I begin the delightful task of scrubbing my skin clean. It smells faintly floral, a familiar scent that has long been a comfort. It is while I run the sponge over my left forearm that I notice a small red mark. I do not remember being injured but it looks like a bite. There is no pain when I touch it. I resolve to keep an eye on it and return to cleaning myself. I pass the sponge over the ridges of my stomach, letting the suds flow over my hips and down my long legs. It feels remarkable.Last of all, I deal with my hair. The soap works on that too, and it doesn't take long to lather up and then rinse off. I close my eyes and turn my face into the hot stream of water. It's amazing how much better I feel already. More like myself, less battleworn. Warm even. Warm… such a rare feeling for me. Only when I am submerged in hot water do I truly feel it, that and… I glance down my body. Oh. Well that explains it. I do not have a particularly high drive for intimacy but the notion will fall on me from time to time. I don’t know what had brought forth this arousal but I am not above self indulgence.As I wrap my hand around my cock, sharp heat lances through me. It has been a while. My mind clears and I focus only on the pleasure I am granting myself. I could have summoned one of the blood thralls, who’d have assisted willingly and have done so before, but this is enough. The water makes my hand glide smoothly over my prick, exposing the swollen head, heightening the sensation. My balls twinge, my lips part as a sigh escaped me. It feels so good. The roughness of my palm, the calloused fingers as they slip over such delicate skin. The water eases the friction, the slick heat warms me in a rare manner. I am not a noisy lover and that includes when I am alone. The tension in my lower back heightens, I thrust into my palm a couple of times, gasp and I'm done. I'm grateful the shower can deal with the issue immediately. Relaxed, and feeling more at ease, I rinse off and leave the steam of water. Once dry, I dress in duty robes, my armour is currently being repairs and isn’t ready; it won’t be for some time. The silk is smooth on my skin and I appreciate the sensation as it slides against my back . I have always favoured this fabric and as I wrap it around my torso, I remember why.It is not far to the Council rooms. My chambers within the Librarius are unique, and so it takes a little time to navigate through them and back into the Arx Angelicum itself. The quiet within my sanctum always brings me peace, and although the rest of the fortress is far from noisy, I can hear much more than my brothers.I nod at some familiar faces as I walk, glad to be home. At least for the time being, I can recuperate and rest, something even I need every so often. My steps are punctuated by the swish of fabric and the sensual shift of softness over my body. I feel it on my thighs, the subtle scrape over my chest, the light friction on my nipples. I suppress a pleasurable shudder, not wanting everyone to see that this simple walk is affecting me in ways it previously hadn’t. It seems an excess of desire is upon me today. I dismiss it, as usual, I do not need the sensation at the moment, I need to focus on the meeting that is about to take place. I need to give my attention and listen to what has occurred in the chapter since I have been absent. By the time I reach the chamber, my mind, and wayward body, are calm. Normally, I pace during meetings, aloof and apart from my brothers, but I believe it would be better if I sat down. I take my seat opposite the large window before greeting my brothers. Rhacelus is also dressed in duty robes. His armour was as battered as mine when we returned, though he looks marginally less disdainful now he has had a chance to clean up. There is a glass of wine in front of him. Antros is sat beside him, though he does not have wine.Astorath and Corbulo sit opposite me. They keep avoiding one another’s gaze as they tend to do in these meetings. As if we all don't know of their mutual affection. The pair of them are foolish if they think they should be with anyone else. Dante is at the head of the table. He is hiding his beautiful face behind the Death Mask of our gene-sire. It is a shame. At the thought of Dante’s features, my penis jolts back to life again. I foresee this is going to be a problem. I shuffle the chair closer to the table, trying to ignore the kiss of silk as I move. Threads of sensation clamour for my attention, lacing up from my groin and spreading through my lower body.I turn from the Chapter Master, focusing on the view outside the window. Sand and desert, nothing more. Hardly arousing topic-matter but I don't think my wayward body cares about that. Instead of going, it's getting harder. I have no idea why. My eye teeth have extended; when I speak my agitated state will be obvious.“Welcome home,” Dante said, “It is a pleasure to have you back safely, and although I have read the preliminary reports, I would like to hear it in your words. What happened?” His gaze locks with mine. My balls ache and a bead of fluid escapes the tip. It mingles with the silk of my underwear, sticking to the sensitive skin.“Antros,” I said, looking at the codicer. “You were there, give your report.”Rhacelus looks more disdainful than ever, surprised I would give the young librarian such a chance, but he has to grow sometime and now seems like the perfect opportunity. Everyone turns to face the flustered codicer, I have put him on the spot, but he recovers quickly. Before long he is recounting the events in detail. Corbulo asks questions here and there, Astorath agrees. My mind is elsewhere.In the past, when I am focused, I can bring myself to orgasm without laying a hand on my body. My mind is able to bring forth pleasure and that has been enough. Now however, I cannot seem to banish it from my mind. I should leave, but I am so aroused it wouldn't be possible to hide. Maybe if I can make myself come, this urge will leave me.Shuffling again, I slip my hand between my thighs. The mildest touch makes my balls clench and another small spurt of fluid leaves my aching cock. I know I shouldn't do this, but… I brush my balls with the tips of my fingers and fight to keep still as I ejaculate. Never before have I been this sensitive. I shudder.The inside of my silk shorts is now a wet mess, but the ache should recede. I focus on what Antros is saying. He is up to the part where the daemons began their initial attack. Dante asks what we fought. It is the sound of his voice, he speaks and my wayward body responds. The ache merely deepens. It doesn't hurt, far from it. It is a raw, primal ache and it is exceptionally pleasurable.I think about the last time he and I were together. About his touch, his deep laughter and his vigour. His nakedness… the sticky, wet fabric rubs against my twitching shaft.Rhacelus coughs. I look at my old friend. The concern in his blue, glowing eyes is very real but I cannot reassure him. He has seen my aura, of that I am sure. I block my thoughts, I'm picturing an intimate moment and I don't want anyone seeing that projected into their minds. The silk presses against my erection, it's wet, warm still and slides back and forth like a soft hand, gently massaging. I want to grab hold of it and thrust until there is nothing left inside my to leak out. A bead of sweat trickles down my face. I think I am going to come again. My penis spills another sticky bead, my balls draw towards my body. Just the movement of my hand away from myself is enough. Tension explodes in my abdomen, my solar plexus clenches and I knock the table accidentally as I absently thrust upwards. When Dante speaks to me, I look up. “Mephiston, are you alright?” I cannot lie to him. I cannot form words for a moment. “I..” I suck in a breath and start again, “This meeting can wait,” I hear myself saying, “Brothers, forgive my lack of focus, would you give myself and Dante the room?”There are concerned murmurs, but they agree and file out of the room. When they are gone, Dante removes the helm and places it on the table. He is shockingly beautiful. His white hair is loosely bound, his amber eyes fall on me and the concern on his face is endearing. He walked over and gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Tell me what ails you,” he said.“I cannot stop coming,” I said. “Well… That’s… You mean?” His hand tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. I am back to fully erect at the touch. I shuffle back in the chair and show him. The front of my robe is a mess, the outline of my shaft is clear. It bobs as though giving Dante a salute. “Does it hurt?”“No,” I said. “It would feel amazing if it wasn't such bad timing.”He chuckles. My grip on the table tightens but I manage to keep from pumping another jet into my pants. When his lips find mine, when his tongue slides into my mouth, I lose the battle. Without others around, I manage a heated groan. My erection doesn't really fade, the tension in my body eases but I know it will return soon.Dante broke the kiss to remove his gauntlet, his hand then pressed against my soaking groin. It isn't long before his hand is inside my pants and wrapped around my shaft. The entire world narrowed to the sensation of his hand sliding back and forth along my dick. I can't breathe, it feels so good. I forget to do so entirely. My hips tense again, this time, I can feel the fluid leave my balls, I can feel it pulse along the shaft and squirt out over his hand into my underwear again. I am sure they are ruined by now.“Did that help?” Dante asked.“Let me touch you,” I manage to hiss. There are many ways of removing power armour, none of them quick. When Dante finally removes all of it, I am no longer as tense. He stands before me in nothing but a body glove. I tear the fabric at the crotch, I am mildly surprised when his dick springs free, as stiff as mine. My hands are on him in moments.A gasp leaves my lips as he touches my face, guiding me to stand. We are of a height the two of us, and he simply opens my robes and pulls my ruined shorts off my hips. I do not come immediately, but it won't be long. Dante presses his mouth to mine in a brief, hot kiss, “Together,” he murmured. His hand caressed my balls, a light touch which has them jumping to me again. The bead of fluid flows onto his shaft and I see what he is doing.I don’t hold back. I pulse three streams of thick fluid into his cock and increase my speed. His head rolls back and he groans. A hand touches my shoulder for support. I'm thrusting into his fist, needing to feel that overwhelming high I know is there. I bite my lip, taste blood. “Don't hold it in,” he gasps. I couldn't if I wanted to. It feels so damned good. I cannot let go of Dante’s cock either, I feel it swell and buck in my hand as I thrust into his. He gasps and then he too bucks in my hand. His grip on my shoulder tightens, he pushes twice and just before I squirt another load of fluid, I feel his jet onto my hand. He is breathing hard, his amber eyes are glazed with lust. I focus on those. He is smiling, so am I. I draw in a breath. I feel drained, empty. I am no longer hard… “Did one of those daemons bite you?” Dante asked as he slumped into the chair next to me.“I do not… yes.” I remember the marks in the shower.“Small creature, pink, sharp teeth. It's a lust daemon. Only when you bring another to orgasm are you granted release.” Dante explained. That made a lot of sense in some ways. In others, it was typical of chaos. I sigh and lean my head back against the chair, “Tired?”“Beyond measure.”He leans over and kisses my forehead, my cock remains slack. It is a relief. “I shall fetch new robes, go and rest Mephiston, we can restart when you awaken.” I am eternally grateful for the reprieve, I have a great deal to consider, and I ache in a number of places.“Thank you,” I said. Dante nods and begins refastening his armour. I close my eyes, only a few moments until fresh clothing arrives. Only a moment...
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Mephiston was leaning up against one of the columns looking towards the great stained-glass window. He had his back to her for the moment, unaware that she was lurking in the shadows. Synthalia did that a lot; lurk that was. It was in her nature to do so. She had lived on Baal, and with the Blood Angels for a while now, but there were some things that never faded. No matter how they tried to tell her that she was civilised and had changed, some lessons would never be unlearned.Was he going to start praying? That was more Dante’s forte! She couldn’t remember ever seeing the Lord of Death pray; she wasn’t one to do so either. Honouring the Emperor was not something she had gotten used to. No, she fought to protect those who saved her from herself and that was enough for her. Sure, Sanguinius looked lovely in the paintings and statues that seemed to be everywhere, but she had no connection to him.Other than the man she watched from the shadow of course.He wasn’t praying, just standing. Waiting then. Did he know she was here? She hadn’t mentioned to him that they should meet here, yet there was no one else around. Other than the thralls that kept the place relatively tidy and she knew how not to be seen by them! She flexed her fingers, remembering a time when doing this had meant the death of others. Not so now.Synthalia knew that creeping up on the Lord of Death was a bad idea. It had never stopped her before, and it wouldn’t now! She could smell his unique papery scent as she tiptoed over the cold flagstones. Neither of them was armoured, which made this easier than it should be. She didn’t make a grand show of it, nor put in vast amounts of effort. She was three paces behind him when he turned.“Did you not have psykers in your Chapter?”“Legion,” she corrected.Mephiston waved a hand, as if the detail was irrelevant. “And we did, but they went mad and tended to self-destruct before they could come to fruition.”“Then you should know its almost impossible to sneak up on my kind,” he said.“I enjoy the challenge,” she shrugged.He looked paler than usual, his skin slightly bluish in tone, his platinum hair brittle and lifeless. Any paler and she wouldn’t be able to tell their skin apart. He radiated cold too, something she was used to but it seemed worse somehow. Perhaps it was the low temperature of the cathedrum, though she suspected it was lack of proper rest on his part that had done it.“You look like shit,” she said.“I’m pleased to see you as well.” He raised a slender eyebrow at that, his red eyes finally looking at her face. That was the look that got her, every single time.“Where have you been?” she asked. He blinked. “I’m not a moron, nor have I seen you around, or heard from you.”“Miss me did you?”“Don’t be a twat!” she said.She went to poke her index finger into his chest, but he caught it and slid his fingers between hers. His palm was freezing against hers, a pang struck her chest. “They could have installed you with heating when they made you bigger,” she huffed.“You don’t have to worry about me,” he said. He brought the back of her hand up to his blue tinted lips and kissed her skin.“You really are an ass,” she said. She smirked.“What?”Synthalia stepped a little closer and placed her other hand on his hip. She didn’t step into him, his grip on her fingers tightened as she slid her palm over his crotch. Oh yes, she had missed him, missed him terribly. She intended to show him exactly how much too. She slowed and pressed down. He sucked in a breath and pressed his lips together.“We are in the cathedrum,” he muttered.Synthalia poked her head out from around the column he had been leaning on and looked both ways. There didn’t appear to be anyone around but he had a point. “Fine,” she said. They’d both be in terrible trouble if they were caught. Delicious.Still, she took his hand and pulled him away from the column and into the space she had occupied; a dark recess that contained a statue - there was enough space for them both behind it, and it was shaded. No one would see them unless they were looking for them. “Better?” she asked as her back hit the wall of the recess.“Marginally…”She shut him up by rubbing him through his fatigues again. He groaned, the noise little more than a whisper, “You’ll have to be quiet,” she said. He stiffened under her palm, the soft hiss of his angel’s teeth extending echoed; a noise she relished the sound of. Mephiston leaned forward, his head resting against her shoulder. He was warming under her touch, arms wrapped around her waist. Leaning into him, she didn’t cease her attention. Her other hand joined the first, fumbling at his waistband.When he moaned again, she clamped her hand around his mouth. “Shhh,” she whispered.Mephiston was no longer cold.Tugging his pants down, Synthalia followed and freed his cock, wrapping her lips around the tip. She felt rather than heard his pleased yelp, aware that it was in her head rather than out loud. Her hand cupped his balls, lifting them as she drew him into her mouth further.The musky scent of him flooded her senses as she pushed as much of him into her mouth as she could take. She didn’t give him time to think about it, just hollowed her cheeks and lapped at his tip. Giving his balls a squeeze, she used her other hand to steady the base of him. Now that he was larger, it was a bit more awkward; she cared not. +Syn+ he barked into her mind.She found a pace that suited her, swift and urgent. Rolling her tongue over him as she sucked and bobbed her head back and forth. Breath puffed out her nose as she focused, wanting to let him know how much she had missed him; missed this. Mephiston reached out a steadying hand, leaning on the wall as she worked him. The stone was cold on her knees, she inched closer to him, stealing the borrowed warmth he had. His cock danced in her mouth, leaking salty fluid over her tongue and lips.+Don’t make me cum in the cathedrum+ he sent.She flashed her eyes up at him, saucy. She had heard him, he would know that, but he wasn’t in charge of this encounter, she was. And she had no intention of stopping. In fact, she gripped him harder, sucked further.His hand clenched, his cock leapt and his balls drew up. +Stop!+ he whined. His hips jutted forward, thrusting his dick further into the heat of her mouth. Synthalia did not stop, she ran the tip of her finger behind his balls, tickling the sensitive skin with every intention of making him release.It worked.Mephiston made no sound. His cock pulsed, salt exploded into her mouth and she gulped it down before she could think. The taste never bothered her, nor the thick pasty substance of the fluid either. She took it all, licking him clean after he had finished too. The ache between her thighs was insistent, but it could wait. Carefully, she tugged his pants back up and refastened the clasp. He pulled her close, an embrace that she hadn’t expected. “I missed you too,” he said softly. She returned the hug, twisted and kissed the side of his cheek.“We need to go somewhere more suitable,” she said softly, “I’m not done showing you how much yet!”Mephiston grinned, a true, warm gesture and he took her hand. “Very well,” he said, and lead her out of the cathedrum.
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I am trying not to be jealous of my friend. That he has found companionship with another was bound to happen eventually, and I want to be happy for him. I am. After everything that Mephiston had been through, he deserves to find some measure of happiness. I am sad that it is not with me. Perhaps, in time, we will come together again. For the moment, I have resolved to keep my thoughts to myself and bury myself in work. There is enough of it to do. My people are desperate to get home, but we are not yet strong enough to make a counter strike against the forces of the Death Guard.My sister’s distraction has been a welcome break. Her relationship with Cato Sicarius, so formal and stiff, suits her well. She is no longer whining to me on a daily basis, for which I am very relieved. Her heart is in the right place, but she is a pampered princess. I wonder from time to time if our house might have been better served teaching women to fight, rather than be pretty ornaments for the arms of men. Synthalia would have a great deal to say on that. I am sure that should I ever sire daughters, then they shall be warriors, as well as princesses.Synthalia. The cause of many problems and the solution to few. Despite my envy, I like her. She has a forthright way of speaking that so few of my people are capable of. I receive no false platitudes from her, and plenty of honest opinions. If only she did not love Mephiston in the same way I do. I do not know if I am capable of sharing as she suggested. I like her, but I do not know if I am capable of loving her.The door to my study opened and I looked up. One of Abaddon’s bondsman walked in carrying a tray. “Dante, I thought you might be hungry,” he said. “I also have some letters that are for you.”“Thank you, place them on the side there.” I wasn’t hungry, but knew I had to eat something. I couldn’t recall the last time I had eaten. The thrall did as I asked and then left me alone. Getting out my chair was more of an effort than I wanted it to be. It was comfortable, everything about the Luna Wolves home was comfortable. It wasn’t excessive but both chairs and beds were often difficult to leave behind. I do so and fetch the bowl of soup and the letters.I tend to the letters first, intending to let the hot soup cool so I could eat it without burning my tongue. One is in a hand I recognise. Kayvaan Shrike of the Raven Guard has been a friend of mine for many years now, and to see his clipped writing brought a smile to my face. The letter was short, he had always been a man of few words, but the message was what I had wanted. He has agreed to aid in the retaking of our homeland.The other I did not recognise. The paper is heavy, well made. The writing on the envelope was neat, almost floral by comparison to mine. An educated hand if ever I saw one. It turned out the letter was from Logan Grimnir detailing how besieged they were already and therefore unable to send aid. My fist clenched and I hit the table before I could stop myself. I wish my father was still alive, he’d know what to do, what to say to press the urgency of our situation. My words were a poor substitute and it showed.I put the disappointment aside and tried to eat some of the soup. It was as delicious as expected. Meaty and full of good vegetables, the taste was tangy and it didn’t last long. I should write a response to both of these letters. I should go and talk to my people, I should train… I should also get some rest. I want to do all of those but settling on just one thing is tricky. My body feels heavy, my eyes scratchy. Rest then.The rooms I have been assigned are nowhere near as rich as the ones back home, but they are comfortable. There is a door at the back of this one which leads to a bedroom. It’s functional and the bed is massive, built for at least four people. It’s comfortable too. I can hear it calling me now that I am in the same room as it. I am so tired, I only manage to kick off my shoes before crawling under the quilt. Normally I am not so lax and would never sleep in my clothing, but right now I don’t care. The moment I extinguish the light and settle onto the pillows, I feel the lull of sleep.The musky, dry scent of books pulls me out of the warm sleep I had found myself in. I would know that scent anywhere. A smile touched my lips, even though I am heavy with sleep still. The bed is heavier than when it is just me in it. I am not alone. The weight of his arm wrapped around my waist is a comfort. I shuffle, though the cold body against my back is not a comfort. I place my hand over his, like I used to, and let out a soft sigh. “Does she know you are here,” I murmur.“She does.” Mephiston’s voice is a papery rasp. He shifts, his body against my back. It might not be warm, but it is safe and familiar.“She doesn’t mind?”“No, Synthalia was sincere when she said she would share. She said she would join us, but only if you wanted her to.” His hand smoothed my black hair from my face and I was struck by the sincerity of Synthalia’s thoughtfulness. Was she welcome in my bed? If Mephiston was, then she should be too. I find myself nodding.“She may join us,” I said. My best friend’s gift has never ceased to amaze me, he must have done something because less than five minutes later, we are joined by our lover. I suppose our would be correct seeing how we are sharing a bed now. She did not slip in behind Mephiston as I suspected she might, instead she slid in and faced me. She didn’t snuggle in, just laid beside me and looked at me. She has a haunting kind of attractiveness that is difficult to miss in the pale light of the moon. Her pale skin looks vaguely healthy, and the smile was nowhere near as wolfish as it was during the day. She tucked another lock of my hair behind my ear, her smile expanding.“Thank you,” she said softly. I frown. “For allowing me here. I know this is difficult for you, and if you don’t want to do anything further with me, I will be content with that.”Her sincerity struck me, and I would have said something more profound, however Mephiston’s teeth grazed by ear at that point and all I could do was hiss. “I think she wants to watch,” he whispered.“I don’t mind watching if that is what you want,” Syn added.All the blood in my being vacates the upper half of my body; my dick begins to lengthen despite myself. I cough and press my lips together. There is no point denying that I want to sort of reintroduction to Mephiston, but to do so with another present was a strange concept. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.Mephiston’s teeth scrape over my shoulder, his hand slid up my chest, resting above my heart. “Kiss me?” I say to her. She inched forward and her lips find mind. Delicately soft, she is surprisingly hesitant. It is not the first time we have kissed, but it is the first time we have laid together. I twist my head a little and sweep my tongue over the seam of her lips. She parts them immediately and I gently press my tongue against hers. She tastes remarkably sweet and I find I am in no rush to cease this contact. It does nothing to dispel the lust building in my groin. After swirling her tongue another time, she gives me a final kiss, chaste almost, before pulling back.“He wants you,” she said, indicating the warmth behind me. I smiled. Of course he did. He was now warm. Maybe Mephiston liked watching too. His hand had worked its way into my shirt, I’d not even notice him undo it. I twist my torso around and my mouth finds his. My hand cups Mephiston’s cheek, the skin warm under my fingers. His is not as sweet as Synthalia, but far more familiar. His lips part immediately and I am lost in the salty tang that his him. There is nothing delicate about his kiss, just the old demand with none of the need for secrecy. It is nowhere near as hurried as we were once forced to be. The rest of the world faded away, the sole focus of my being narrowed to the hand on my chest and the connection of our lips.I part, press my lips together. Mephiston gives chase, kissing me again. My lips, the corner of my mouth, my chin. I cannot stop the light laugh escaping my lips. It felt so good. When he kisses me nose, I lift my head and capture his mouth again. He had never failed to send heat flooding through my body, and now is no exception. He excites me in a way no one else ever has. Small hands brush against my trouser buttons, tugging them open. My dick sprang free, the release of pressure is a relief and I sigh into the kiss. Breaking it, I whisper, “I thought she was watching?”“I’m not very good at watching. Do you want me to stop?” she asked. Her hand has already found my balls and I shake my head. Her other hand caressed the base, but Mephiston’s lips drew my attention again. I yield, craving the attention he could give me. Hot lips swamp the tip of my dick. I almost shout. I had not expected that! My balls jump and I bit my lip. I don’t want to just cum there and the, though it was a close thing.“Too much, too soon?” Mephiston whispered.I murmur a response and arch my back. Mephiston’s hand rubs my chest, the friction delicious. I lift my hand, brushing his crotch with the tips of my fingers. He’s as hard as I am. Synthalia eased on her suckling. I fumble with Mephiston’s robe, I need to have him in my hand, I want him. I want him to take me as he used to. It took seconds to part the fabric and wrap my hand around his cock. He was hot in my hand, heavy and pulsing. There was already a bead of fluid seeping from the tip. Maybe if I focus on him, it will calm my own excitement. Synthalia’s mouth made a liar of that. Her lips pressed on the base of my tip while her tongue swirled and swam over the most sensitive parts. I groaned, letting the sound ease the growing tautness in the base of my spine. I gripped Mephiston a little tighter, he broke the kiss to sigh out a pleasured moan.The tautness spread to my thighs, my stomach and my solar plexus clenched as my balls drew up. “Stop,” I whimpered. “Please…”Synthalia did so. She released me from her lips, my cock bobbing. For a moment, I thought I was going to cum anyway, releasing over the sheets. I felt the fluid build-up, my dick pulsed but the tension subsided. I lay still, doing nothing but breathe slowly. Mephiston kissed my shoulder, reached under my arm and slid my trousers over my hips. Synthalia wiggled them from me and for a moment I felt rather exposed. Foolish really. “I want you Luis,” he said, whispering my childhood name. His finger pressed against by ass, and a very different kind of heat shot through me. I give his cock a squeeze and nod. He needs no other signal.Mephiston is not inconsiderate of my body however, I feel cool, thick fluid against my ass and I know what’s going to happen. He lifts my leg and I shift a little, mindful not to knock into Synthalia who is looking on with lust in her eyes. I shall see to her later. I guide Mephiston to my entrance and he does the rest with as much care as he has. It has never hurt. Sparks dance before my eyes and I hear myself moan. His hand pressed against my chest. I place mine over his – an old ritual but one we both remember.Then he starts to thrust and I am lost in an ocean of bliss. Mephiston is divine, each thrust is measured to grant me the most pleasure. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck, his teeth sink into my shoulder, though they do not break the skin. His cock pulses and shudders as he pulls back and snaps forward. My lips part and I cannot prevent the sounds escaping my lips. A hand grips my cock and my balls draw up. Synthalia may have forsaken her mouth, but her hands are no less deft.“How does that feel?” Mephiston growls.I have no words to answer him. He snaps his hips up. I snarl back. A bead of fluid leaks from the tip of my dick, I cannot stop it. It’s a rush but nothing compared to what’s building.“Are you close?” Mephiston’s words are breathed in my ear.“Are you?”Synthalia pushes her hand over my cock, it feels like I am pushing into her. Her hand is wet with the same fluid that Mephiston used. Another pulse of fluid. The world narrows to the tip of my dick and the pleasure Mephiston is piling into me. My legs begin to shake. I know I cannot keep this up. It is too much. There are hands on all my sensitive spots. Heat washes through me. Without thought, I push into Synthalia’s hand. Hands grab my hips. The pounding in my ass takes over. I can’t focus. I-My balls clench, my legs tremble and I let lose a thick jet of hot cum. Mephiston is yelling behind me too, and I feel him release as well. Synthalia is smirking, but I don’t care as another pulse leaves my body. I close my eyes, letting the pleasure drown my senses.I do not know how long I was adrift. When I finally opened my eyes, I feel utterly boneless. Mephiston is kissing my face, and I know I am smiling. Synthalia has made herself snug against my side, and her hand is gently resting on my chest. It’s warm, I feel blissful. A small frown crossed my brow however and I look at the dark haired beauty, “What about you?” I ask. I realise that both of them have given me one of the most intense orgasms of my life and I have granted her nothing in return.“There will be other times,” she said. “This was about you tonight.” She pressed her lips to my bare chest and a small shiver passes through me. I return the kiss to the top of her head before twisting to kiss Mephiston’s delicate mouth.“Thank you,” I said softly. I had no idea that the both of them together would be so wonderful. Synthalia had changed the dynamic certainly, but I did not mind her being there.“Hush,” Mephiston said. “We all need to rest now.”He was right. This had sapped the very last of my energy and I wanted nothing more than to sleep. They would both be there when I awoke the next day. There would be plenty to discuss then, why not enjoy this moment of calm before the madness started again! I close my eyes and let sleep take me as I bask in the warmth of two wonderful people.
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Heal - One muse offers sex to comfort their sick/injured partner
Synthalia was sure life couldn’t get any better. Her situation had drastically improved since that first, rather surprising encounter with Mephiston. Who knew that a simple bite could lead to something so wonderful? Gone was the constant, nagging hunger, the drive to do nothing more than survive. In its place she had the love of a two good men, more food that she could eat in a lifetime and enough weaponry with which to train. She had even found a role for herself in ‘training’ the scouts. She had taken to hunting them when they were meant to be off duty. It had kept them on their toes and kept her amused.Of course, those in charge of training the scouts were not impressed. She thought showing her style of warfare would stand the next generation in good stead when they fought her kind, but they disagreed. Shock and awe and wings of fire were all well and good, but a lot of ‘heretic’ astartes knew all about that already. Synthalia would work on it.She had got to know some of the scouts at least. Making friends too – the benefits of hanging on to this Chapter were endless it seemed. As she walked through the Arx Angelicum, she took in the décor. It was a pretty place, overly decorated in her opinion. The Blood Angel’s fortress was one giant museum and art gallery. Brilliant pieces depicting their beautiful primarch festooned the wall. Sanguinius had been wonderous. She had seen him from afar a long, long time ago and had been struck by how white his wings were. This was something she had never said to any of his sons. It had felt weird and to speak up now didn’t seem right. It hadn’t been up close and she’d certainly never spoke to him. He had been so clean, they had been… bloodstained and stinking.She dismissed the memory, it wasn’t a comfortable one. Synthalia didn’t like thinking about who she had once been. She was so far removed from it now that she didn’t recognised that baby-eating monster. Never again would she have to eat human flesh to stave off hunger. It was a relief, it wasn’t overly tasty and tended to give one terrible visions of their last moments. Not the best when they had been scared to death. Seeing yourself through another’s eyes in that light was vile…She glanced up at another painting, this one a vast display of Blood Angels in battle against Khorne demons. It was a vibrant piece, with some interesting colour work. The deepening red light of the setting moon – it was the moon, true night was rapidly approaching, made the colours richer, deeper somehow. She had no idea who the artist was, only that they were good! Synthalia knew she could appreciate art, but creating it was not among her talents. Her skillset lay elsewhere.Moving along the exterior wall, she smirked recalling the surprise she had caused with those skills earlier. She had ‘killed’ four scouts before they had realised she was there, and dealt with the other six before they had a chance.She reached the door that led to the part of the fortress that contained her barracks and went inside. Mephiston was away currently on some super secret psyker mission, so she had returned to her quarters. The Diurnal Vault was a strange place at the best of times, and when she wasn’t with the Chief Librarian, she felt out of place there. She was no psyker and the place made her teeth itch at the best of times. Then there was that weird star that made the world lurch about. No thank you, that was not a place she wanted to be on her own! As far as she knew, Dante was dealing with Chapter Master stuff and she had no wish to disturb him while he was speaking to important people. Besides, it was about time she got some sleep anyway. She’d been hunting scouts for several days and even she needed to rest some time. The kids had earned their undisturbed sleep!Before she reached the door to her room, she stumbled across a painting that she had not noticed before. Unsurprising considering how many of them there were in the fortress. This one was of a black-haired captain with amber eyes she recognised immediately. It was Dante! His hair had been black? This was before he became Chapter Master by the look of it. Before the weight of half the Imperium had been put on his shoulders. She paused to look at the painting for a moment, admiring the regal pose. He was as beautiful as his gene-sire had been, but possessed none of his unearthly awe. Not for her anyway, she had seen him naked. Synthalia was fairly sure that if she had ever seen the Great Angel naked, she’d not be standing here breathing. In this image, he looked as though he had everything in hand, everything under control and that he stood firm. She wondered how long ago this had been.Turning away, she headed to her room. Once there, it took fifteen minutes to shed herself of her power armour. There had been the offer of thralls to help but she’d turned it down. The machines were enough. She had wanted to keep this space hers and hers alone. Some things she wasn’t ready to let go of. Now that she had space, she wanted to keep it that way. Untouched by those she didn’t want or know. As soon as the armour was off, she tore off the body glove and hit the shower.Fresh, hot water seemed such a decadent luxury, and it was one that she endured willingly. In long intervals. Once she was done, Synthalia dried off, threw a robe on – soft and silky – and headed into the bedroom.The moment she crossed the threshold, she knew she was not the first in there. Freezing, she listened. Regular, even breathing told her the individual was already asleep, and his unique scent told her who it was. Not Mephiston, he’d never just climb into her bed like that. It wasn’t his style.Gently, she slid the covers back and slipped between them, careful not to wake the sleeper. His white hair was bound in a simple initiate’s knot, though some of it had slipped the binding and curled around his face. The cares of over a millennia, so deeply etched on his waking face had slipped away, returning his youthful grace. Only the lines in the corners of his eyes remained. The ghost of a smile touched his lips as she pushed a lock of fine hair from his face. It was hard to imagine it black. The painting had shown it as dark as hers.Synthalia moved a little closer. His body heat radiated so much that she could feel it through the sheets. Brushing the tips of her fingers against his cheek, she gently pressed her lips to his in a tender kiss. His amber eyes flickered open, the kiss returned.“Hey,” she said softly. The smile was gentle, his eyes closed again. “What’s going on?” She brushed his cheekbone with her thumb.“I needed somewhere to think,” he said. His voice was drier than usual; he had been talking a great deal today. “I fell asleep while I waited for you.” She waiting for him to continue, stroking his cheek. His hand covered hers, holding it before lacing his fingers in between hers. “I knew no one would find me here except you.”“And you knew I’d not mind,” she said.“Do you?”“No.” His hand left hers and slipped to her waist. Dante pulled her into his arms, she returned the embrace, snuggling close. His feet pushed against hers and for a while, neither of them spoke. “Tough day?” Synthalia asked, her hand resting on his chest.“It’s been a tough week,” he said eventually. “The construction of Skyfall is progressing but nowhere near fast enough. I have requests for aid from all corners of Imperium Nihilus, most of which come from those who have risked their lives to get here. I do not yet have the manpower to help all of them, yet I am not in the habit of saying no either.” Synthalia ran her hand back and forth over his chest, soothing as much as she could. Comfort was not something she was any good at, but she could listen while he spoke. “I am beset on all sides by those I am unable to assist. I have taken no rest for days. Now I have another emissary from Mars trying to take our secrets about the Librarius while my Chief Librarian is not here.”Synthalia sniffed, “If you want, I can deal with the Mars emissaries,” she said.“My sweet, they have to return. What do you think will happen if the rest of the Imperium learns we are harbouring a Night Lord here?” he asked. She looked up, met his amber eyes, and grinned.“I know,” she said, “I can’t kill everyone who comes here and causes you problems. As much as I would like to.” Her sins were vast. She had been a terrible individual in a previous life. She suspected that she would be paying for it for the rest of her days. If there was one place Synthalia was used to, it was the shadows. Dante held her as much as she did him.“I can’t have anyone know of you.”“I know,” she replied. “I’m alright with that. I know my place.”His lips brushed the top of her head. “If it was safe, I’d declare you to the whole Imperium.” She shuffled, the fabric rustling as she moved.“I never wanted any of that,” she said. “I have more than I deserve from Mephiston, let alone you. Your protection is a blessing and I won’t betray that. If I have to stay hidden to protect us all, then so be it.” His hand splayed over her back, holding her close. She wrapped her arm over his fused ribcage, her head buried against his chest. His scent swamped her, clean and masculine. It reminded her of warm sand and fragrant wine.“You’re a good woman,” he said. He kissed the top of her head again and she smiled. She pressed her lips to his chest, not wanting to move to capture his mouth just yet.“I’m not,” she whispered. “But I am trying to be better.” His hand pushed into her damp hair, little sparks spread from the tips of his fingers. She pushed back against his hand, wanting him to do that again. Dante obliged, rubbing at the nape of her neck and head slowly with his deft fingers. She hummed, low in her throat. Her eyes drifted closed as his touch relaxed her further.Gradually, she lifted her head as she leaned into his fingers. His mouth found hers, the kiss almost chaste. It was a question, tentative and tender with a distant note of passion behind it. If she didn’t respond, they’d remain as they were just enjoying one another’s warmth. She considered the question before giving him her answer. The kiss was returned. She slipped her tongue along the seam of his lips; he parted them immediately and the familiar dance began.He was like honey, warm and sweet. Dante’s touch, his languid way of kissing, every slow, deliberate movement he made merely served to excite and tantalise. Synthalia explored his mouth, taking his lead. Pressing her advantage one moment, conceding the next. Her enthusiasm got the better of her, her tongue slipped against his eye tooth, now extended and she hissed. Coppery blood oozed into the kiss and she pulled back, sheepish. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.When he smiled, he flashed those extended teeth. Her solar plexus clenched and her breath caught. The small amount of blood on his lips… she swallowed.“No need,” he said.“Do you want to…?” she trailed off, lifting her wrist to emphasise her meaning. Mephiston sometimes did, and she had done so back, but she wasn’t sure how Dante would feel about drinking her blood. He took her hand and raised her wrist to her mouth. His teeth were exceptionally sharp, so much so that she almost didn’t feel it when he bit down. The moment the bite broke her skin, he sucked on her wrist. It was a familiar sensation, the rush of her blood as it fled to clot the injury, the sting of his teeth, the pull of him sucking. She was unable to tear her eyes from him as he drank from her. His face flushed, his gentle eyes gleamed when he glanced up, a feral note in them that had never been there before. She wiggled against his lean, muscular body, her breath hitched when his cock brushed against her leg.There was no rush to get to that, the tickle of arousal crept through her. Synthalia whimpered and rubbed her thighs together, needing relief but not wanting to speed through where they were. As Dante sucked on her wrist, the heady rush hit her. Her other hand brushed his hip, her fingers pressing into the soft flesh. She longed to touch, the return some of the pleasure he gave her but she resisted. He twisted and took the decision from her. His silk shorts struggled to confine what he had in them and she squeezed.Dante growled. It was one of the hottest noises she had ever heard the Chapter Master make. He sucked all the harder, and she kneaded his cock, bringing him to full hardness. Synthalia wanted his mouth. Needed to feel his lips on hers, bloody or not. She arched her back, brought her head to where his was, kissed the space where he sucked. He turned his head, taking her lips in an altogether different kind of kiss. It was forceful, tasted of her blood. He pushed his blood-slick tongue into her mouth, twisted his head and flooded her being. The wound on her wrist clotted immediately; she shoved her hand into his hair, gripping the roots as he forced her onto her back. She broke the kiss, grinning up at him.“That how it is?” she murmured.He kissed her again, short and demanding. “Hmm?”“You drink a fetch of blood and this happens?” She squeezed his balls again and he grunted. He answered her with another kiss and a light thrust of his hips into her hand. He claimed her mouth again, and for a moment, she was lost. His white hair fell in her face. She shoved her hand into his pants and wrapped her hand around his dick, stroking as she tasted him.Dante broke off, leaned his forehead against hers and sucked in a breath. “Every time,” he hissed. “I need you,” he said. “I need this.” Synthalia wiggled and ran his cock over her wet quim, letting him know that she felt the same. Dante cursed, using words that no Angel should know. His dick wasn’t as long as Mephiston’s – that had all changed since he’d gone through the rubicon, but that made no difference, this would be every bit as fun. She rubbed her clit with his tip, hissing as heat fired through her. Dante trembled above her, his breath caught. “Syn,” he whined.“Hmm?” she asked.“Stop teasing.”“What? Stop doing this?” She wiggled, teased his tip but didn’t let him push into her yet. She ached for him, yearned for him to fill her, but the expression on his face was too needy to pass up. To have power over one so powerful was a heady concoction indeed. Seeing him lose his poise and whimper like this was delightful. She couldn’t fight her need for him though. The next time she brought his cock up, she allowed him to sink into her. Both of them sighed. The pressure of him inside her filled her up. His lips parted and he looked down at her, catching her eyes with his. “You going to make me pay for that?” she asked, daring him to move.He braced his weight on his forearms, his white hair tickling her face. She pushed it back behind his shoulders and raised an eyebrow. “Yes,” he replied.“Show me!”He arched his back and jerked his hips forward. Synthalia squeaked, “Fuck!” as a sharp wave of pleasure bucked through her. Dante smiled.There was no rush. Dante did not plough into her like a man possessed, or a wild animal. Every movement he made was deliberate and strong. Synthalia wrapped her arms around his waist, her nails digging into his back as he pushed back and forth. Every stroke he made brought pleasure with it. His cock buried deeper with each thrust. She pushed against him, working with the pace he set, rolling her spine and flowing into him. Their eyes met, held one another for a long moment before departing and finding other parts to examine. She pushed her hand into his hair again, brought him down for a searing kiss, letting him depart before he could begin the next stroke.Dante shifted his weight, leaning back on his knees. Syn watched as he brought her leg up, hooking it over his hip. She wasn’t bothered at this exposure, she had sat naked at a dinner party with him once and had never been concerned about her body before. They were already joined, and she could see that. Dante’s gaze followed hers and he ceased his movements. She pouted for half a second, then he pushed the pad of his thumb against her clit and her world flashed white.He found that sweet spot and swirled his thumb over it, pushing once against with his hips. She clenched on his cock, a whimper drawn from her lips as he lazily did exactly as he said he would. Looking up at him, she cupped her left breast before pinching her own nipple. Dante responded by pressing harder on her clit. Fuck. That didn’t work. She knew that when her release happened, it was going to be a toe-curling explosion that would see her through to next week. She writhed, shuddering as Dante resumed his relentless teasing of her body. It was as though he played her as if she were a fine piano. She grabbed his hip, her fingers digging in, her gaze locked with his. “Make me scream,” she hissed.“Is that your desire?” he asked.“Shut up and fuck me!”To his credit, he did just that. The laziness of his movements evaporated, replaced by more vigorous thrusting. Synthalia tried her best not to cry out, encouraging Dante to try harder, but it was a losing battle. She felt every push deep within her core. Watching his face change with every moment; the frown line between his brow, how his lips parted, the way his hair fell over his face, as well as the pleasured moans spilling from his lips was far too much for her. Even if she shut her eyes she could still feel and hear him. She clenched down on his cock, willing him to release before she did.Dante responded by grabbing her ass and lifting her hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust up as he shoved down. Both of them cried out, the wave of heat and light flooded her. Reaching up with her hand, she grabbed his shoulder. He was losing his battle for control. His lust filled eyes showed her. He snarled, baring his fangs to her. Syn mirrored the gesture, though she had no true eye-teeth as he did. He thrust harder, Syn felt her release bubble up from the depths of her quim, the quivering beginning before she was able to stop it. She gasped for air, unable to catch her breath as he did as she desired.Her orgasm ripped through her, robbing her of sight and breath. Synthalia knew nothing except the sudden sharp thrust and the cries spilling from her lips. Everything tensed up and released in time with the waves flowing through her. She couldn’t feel her legs, her vision was a blurred wash of colour. It was as though all the bones in her body had turned to viscous jelly. Dante had frozen above her, his beautiful voice twisted into something guttural as he too was washed away along tides of bliss.When she opened her eyes, he was looking down at her, still panting and breathless. Her hearts thundered and great sheafs of air drew into her lungs. She grinned and gingerly pushed his white hair out his face and back behind his ears. Relaxing her legs, she felt a pang of sorrow as he slid from her. “That was unexpected,” she said softly.He smiled and collapsed half next to her, half on top of her. For a while, she just held him.After a short while, he turned and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I don’t intend this,” he said softly, wrapping her up in his arms too. “I just wanted somewhere quiet to think.”“And someone to curl up with too,” she said. “I’m not foolish Dante, you could have chosen any room in this vast fortress, but you chose mine.” She kissed the corner of his mouth where she could reach, “I don’t mind, and I think this was a happy outcome for us. Stop thinking about everything so much and be in the moment.” He chuckled, but made no counter argument. She knew she had won when he leaned his head back on the pillow. Reaching over, she pulled the quilt so it covered them both. She yawned. “I don’t expect you to sleep as long as I do Luis,” she said, using his private name, “But you should get some rest.”“Alright Woman,” he replied, using the translation of her name from Nostramon to Gothic. “I’ll stay.”“Good.” She snuggled into him, surprised at how soft she was being. This place had that affect on her it seemed, and she could only see this as a good thing.
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“I’m losing you aren’t I?"Ahriman looked up from the tome he had been perusing and tilted his head a little. Sariyah looked at him from across the small room, the one he had fixed with his hands before he had remembered and slowly nodded. He didn’t have the heart to lie to the woman who had cared for him so kindly over the past few months. “Yes,” he said. To her credit, she didn’t cry or wail. She simply nodded. She folded the small cloth she’d had in her hands and placed it on the side.“I’ve known since the moment I found you that you’d never be content with a life here.” She padded over to where he was sitting and he shut the book slowly.“I’ve been happy here, happier than I have been for many, many years,” he replied. “But with my memories back though, how can I abandon my brothers, after what I did?” “How long?” she asked.“A couple of weeks at the most.” He had been preparing to cast the ritual for a while now, going over the words and symbols in his mind in preparation. She nodded again and bit her lower lip before turning away. He got to his feet and tucked the book under his arm, “I’m going to rest for a while,” he said, “I shall see you when I awake.”The small room that had become his was one he had built too. When he had arrived here, he had no idea who he was. A botched ritual had flung him to this cut off world in the middle of who knew where. Broken, bleeding and with no idea who, or what, he was, Sariyah had found him. She had cared for him, ensured his health and needs were met. In return, he had fixed her ramshackle cottage into something far more liveable than it had been. He’d worked on other homes in the village as well and gradually, he had remembered who he was.The space he slept in was little more than a pile of blankets on a straw mattress. It had been built to fit his large frame and it was comfortable. It was perfect, no different to that of the others living here. Tugging off the rough clothing he was wearing, he hung them on the power armour he had not needed to wear and then slipped between the blankets.Sleep had never been Ahriman’s friend, though here he had managed to find at least some respite from the dreams and nightmares that plagued him. Tonight was no different. Restlessly, he shifted and turned, tossed and moaned, haunted by deeds he knew were his fault. Instead of waking with a scream this time, his thoughts were eased by a gentle touch. Slowly, his brow relaxed and his eyes wearily opened. He murmured something that was supposed to be language but came out as a soft groan. Swallowing, he tried again. “What are you doing here?” he asked. Sariyah’s hand touched his cheek and he realised she was as naked as he was. His mind began to race, why would she be here? Why would she be naked? Questions flooded his mind even before she had a chance to answer.“Ahzek, be calm,” she said. “I can hear your mind running away without even seeing that expression on your face.” Her hand slipped under the blankets and pulled his arm around over her waist. His mind stilled at her words and the ghost of a smile flittered over his face. His fingers spread over her bare back, savouring the lean muscle under the soft skin. He could see her face in the darkness, there was a look in her eyes that hadn’t been present before. “Is this because of our conversation earlier?” he asked.“Partly,” she said. Her tiny hand rested on the broad expanse of his chest, warmth pooled where her fingers rested. “I think I would have worked up the courage eventually but this just made it happen faster. I don’t want you to go without this happening; that would be one of my biggest regrets. Do you understand?” she asked. “It’s been a long time.” Ahzek swallowed, now aware where this was going. Her aura was tinged with the violet; the beginning of desire. She didn’t say anything in response, just shifted and tentatively pressed her soft lips to his. Flashes of memory, echoes of long forgotten emotion flooded his mind and for a moment, he was unable to breathe. Sandy coloured hair, blue eyes and the tinkling laugh of his closest brother reminded him that this was a most enjoyable act. Lips tingling, returned the kiss, aware that his aura would be the same colour as hers, ever deepening.Their lips parted at the same time, gentle explorative touching sent heady messages through him as they lapped at one another. The sweet scent of her breath as it caressed his cheek brought a smile to his face and slowly, he shut his eyes. Her hand crept into his hair, tugging at the fine locks and brushing the back of his neck. Ahzek thought to do the same to her but knew he had to be careful, he was far larger than she and was aware he may hurt her unintentionally. He threw caution aside and ran his hand up her back, holding her steady as the kisses they shared changed in tone.Without thought, he pressed into her mind. A subtle touch that she wouldn’t be aware of, she was too distracted with paying his mouth attention. Of course, her mind was as jumbled as any mortals but instead of finding it annoying, it was endearing. Her thoughts were flooded with the wonder of what was happening, the joy it brought, the genuine depth of her feeling for him and the hope that this was what he wanted too. Her body was reacting just as his was, the tingle in his belly turning to physical arousal. As he had said, it had been a long time since he had performed any such acts and he wasn’t surprised at how quickly he got hard. He knew she wanted his touch, her thoughts ached for him as much as her body did. The flush of heat between her thighs, the rush of moisture clear in her mind. Briefly, she wondered whether he would find her wonton. He stopped that thought by pressing his hand between her thighs. She whimpered and her aura flashed a deeper colour.His concentration stuttered when her hand found his cock. His lips parted and he gasped when she wrapped her fingers around him and began to stroke, slowly, back and forth along the length. He kissed her fiercely, letting her know physically that the desire she felt was returned. The fire in his gut intensified at her soft, almost languid pace. His solar plexus clenched and for a few moments, all he could do was feel the sensation she was giving to him. “Not so bad,” she whispered, before her mouth found his again.His mouth was too busy to respond so he pulsed his thoughts to her instead, unsure whether she would be able to receive them properly. He had tried before and failed, what he did now was more out of habit than anything else. His finger slipped into the wet heat of her quim, he was rewarded with a moan that might once have been his name. Feeling her intensions, he shifted so he was laying on his back. The deep purple of her aura, the anticipation that made her stomach tight were with him as she followed and kneeled on his hips. He looked up at her in the gloom. Her brown eyes were clouded, her mousy blonde hair flung back in a way she would never had done during the day. He supposed that in a way, she was beautiful. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand and a light smile touched her face.She took hold of him again then and ran his cock along her wet snatch. His hearts thudded and his breathing stopped as she sank down onto him. Heat, wet and warm and powerful, engulfed his every thought. Pure pleasure radiated from her mind. Tight, stretching, purple, wet, hard… he struggled to maintain control over everything he was feeling. He slipped from her mind and took hold of her hips before she could move. “I…” he stammered. Biting his lower lip sharply brought some focus and the overwhelming sensation of pleasure receded. “I don’t want this to be over before we begin,” he explained when he caught her curious look. “It has been a while.”Her hand touched his cheek and she smiled, “It’s alright Ahzek,” she said, “First times are always off. We’re learning one another.” She leaned down to kiss his throat. The motion brought all the sensation flooding back. The urge to thrust into her became too much to resist. He kept out of her mind, that just seemed to heighten his pleasure and despite her reassurances, he did not want this to be ‘off’.Keeping his motions gentle, he began to push into her. Sariyah moved with him, let him set how fast they started. Watching her body as they moved was a delight he had never encountered before. Her breasts moved in a way he rather enjoyed. His thoughts were distracted when her fingers pinched his left nipple. Squeaking at the jolt of pleasure that sent through him, he grinned and thrust a little harder. Now it was her turn to cry out. His hands rested on either side of her hips and he held her in place, a thumb reached out to press against her clit as he pushed into her. She clenched around his prick as he thrust, another jolt rocking through his taut body. Ahzek’s field of vision seemed to narrow, his awareness closed and all he knew was the shock pleasure she was sending to him and the tension in his balls. She got him back when her hand brushed the sensitive skin of his balls. He lost control of his strokes and the sensation closed around the place they were joined. Another touch of her hand and he cried out. She clenched tighter, a rippling sensation sucking on his cock. His prick was so hard it seemed to surge. Without breathing, he erupted into her. Soundlessly, he cried out and let his head fall back against the straw pillow. There was nothing in his mind except the blissful sensation of release. When he managed to open his eyes again, he looked up and saw her grinning face looking back at him. Her hands were resting on his chest and she was having a bit of trouble catching her breath. “Not so bad,” he said with a smirk. She swatted his shoulder before sinking onto the bed beside him. She settled between his arm and his body with a soft sigh.“No need to be smug about it,” she teased. He twisted his head and pressed a kiss to her temple. If her words were anything to go by, then these actions could only get better.
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Sanguinius laughed and poured another glass of wine. It was a welcome change, being able to kick back and not have to worry about the next campaign for a few days. The last one had been particularly bloody; Azkaellon was still combined to the apothercarion, much to his ire, and the number of dead was yet to be completely tallied. It had been a brutal fight against a brutal enemy, but they had prevailed with the assistance of the Luna Wolves.Horus’ sons had joined with them three weeks into the campaign, but it had taken another four before they could consider it a victory. It had been a pleasure to see his brother again and introduce him to Idalia. The pair had hit it off immediately, and despite the surroundings it had given rise to some good times Sanguinius would remember for the rest of his days. Horus had departed ten hours ago, taking his horde of warriors with him. Sanguinus had told his legion they had the next eighteen hours to spend as they wished. They needed the down time as much as he did. Many of them would continue their training regime, though he hoped it would take on a more informal manner than usual.Some of them would do as he and Idalia had decided. They’d had the thralls bring in several bottles of wine, the best food they could scavenge up and proceeded to eat and drink their way through it. Raldoron had started off with them, but he had left an hour or so ago, claiming that he had to deal with some of the recruits. Sanguinius knew it for the white lie it was but did not challenge his first captain either. Raldoron was a good man, a good friend and an excellent captain, but he had the tendency to turn maudlin with wine, and so Sanguinius understood why he wanted to go.Idalia on the other hand was a giggler. She had been laughing at the smallest thing for the last twenty minutes. The star’s jubilance lifted the soul of those around her, and the angel felt buoyant when he heard her. It wasn’t the only thing he felt; ever since that moment over the skies of Ullanor, he’d not wanted to leave her alone.He offered her some of the wine and she shook her head. Her flushed cheeks and wide smile told Sanguinius that she was as smashed as he was. “I’ve had quite enough,” she said. Her dark hair was in complete disarray, framing her face and falling into her eyes. The red silk robe she wore kept sliding off her shoulder. Idalia’s expression was one of drunken silliness, and when she looked at him all he wanted to do was laugh.“I have too,” he said, pouring himself another generous glass.Idalia giggled again and pointed at the bottle. “Give that here, you’re a danger to yourself!”“What do I get in return?” Sanguinius asked.“Your dignity remains intact! You won’t be discovered tomorrow morning by Azkaellon when he comes barging in to see what we have been up to.” She tried to maintain a sober expression for these words, but the smirk at the end gave her away.“Ahh but my dear, Azkaellon is still confined to the apothecarion!”“You know that won’t stop him. He’ll be here, rooting about for dangers and secrets of your doings. Imagine what he’ll say if he finds you have naked on the chaise, a spilled wine glass near your hands. You snoring like there’s no tomorrow.”“I don’t snore!” Sanguinius protested before sipping some of the wine from the bottle rather than the glass. “He’d be more outraged to see you there next to me anyway.”Idalia laughed and picked up the glass Sanguinius had poured for himself. Taking a sip she then shrugged. “Especially if I was half naked too!”“Do you want to be half naked?”“Depends on which half.”Sanguinius sniggered and tilted his head. “That’s my wine.”Idalia laughed and he watched as she finished the glass. She then placed it on the floor and leaned back on the couch they both sat on. “Not anymore,” she said. Her sleeve had slipped over her shoulder again and she gave it a look of annoyance. It showed off the curve of her shoulder and neck, gracefully shaped as though carved from the finest marble. She looked warmer than marble right now though, that would be the wine. Sanguinius knew his face had a delicious red tinge to it too, and the warmth had more to do with the alcohol than the ship’s ambient temperature.Idalia slid the red strap back onto her shoulder with a sensuous brush of her hand. Absently, Sanguinius placed the bottle on the floor and just watched her instead. He brushed a lock of hair from his face, fascinated as Idalia smiled to herself. Slowly, she rolled her head over so she met his eyes, “What are you doing?” she asked.The angel laughed before shrugging. “Trying to make up my mind.”A curious expression mashed her brow, “About what?”“Which half of you I want naked.”Idalia exploded into giggles. Her strap slid down her shoulder again. Sanguinius scooted over, his hand gently replacing the strap before she had the chance to get annoyed with it. Her skin was warm. She turned her head, the wide smile still on her face. When she leaned in, Sanguinius thought she was going to kiss him. Instead, she changed the angle at the last minute and licked the side of his face. The angel sniggered before falling back on the couch in a fit of laughter. The scent of wine followed him, along with Idalia’s peals. “Not what you were expecting!” she said triumphantly.Sanguinius ran his hand over his cheek and smirked. Idalia ran her hand over shoulder, her lips parted and her hand slid further down to the top of her thigh. Unbidden, an image of her naked, sprawled on the couch with her hand in her crotch pleasuring herself flooded his mind. Heat pooled in his gut and he swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. He reached for the bottle on the floor, trying to cover the intense rush that image had created. He knocked it over with a thud. He rolled his eyes and sniggered. “Oops.”Idalia leaned forward and grabbed a tissue off the table. It was a flimsy thing and would do nothing to soak up the spilled wine – not that there was much left.“Leave it,” Sanguinius said. He did watch her bend over and try to mop up the wine. The fact that she was laughing about it made it all the sillier. Precariously, she balanced off the couch and dabbed at the spillage. The tissue, now a soggy mess, frayed into nothing. She sucked in a breath, overbalanced and ended up in a heap on the floor. She upset the table, knocking it as she moved and a fit of giggles erupting from her. She rolled onto her back, legs still leaning on the couch and just laughed. Sanguinius joined in, unable to stop himself.Idalia crawled onto her hands and knees and over to the chaise. She leaned back and let the giggles subside. Her robe was askew, her hair more dishevelled than before and she had never been more desirable than she was now.“What?” Idalia asked, catching his eye. Sanguinius licked his lips. His eye-teeth tickled his tongue. He had no idea when they had slid out. Idalia’s gaze dropped to his mouth; he grinned. She let out a silent ‘oh’. Her eyes flicked back up his face, he ran a hand through his hair, his wings fluttering behind him as he shifted to a more comfortable position. “Does wine always do this?” she asked. This time, Idalia had not bothered to put her strap back over her shoulder.“Do what?”“Make individuals desire one another more?”Sanguinius swallowed. Idalia put her hand on her stomach, splayed her fingers towards the apex of her thighs and parted her lips. “Hmm,” Sanguinius answered, “Though sometimes it can make it difficult to perform such acts.”Idalia pulled the fabric of her dress up to her knees and tilted her head, “How?”“It lessens sensation, it can make it harder to achieve arousal. It can mean that no arousal is felt at all.”“I don’t think I am there yet,” she said. She had pulled her robe to her waist, showing off her long, slender legs and the red panties that she wore beneath it. Sanguinius knew exactly what she meant. She was luring him into once again performing acts that no true angel should be capable of. It was a good job that he was no angel.Her fingers teased the edge of her panties, her eyes fixed on him. His penis twitched, the strands of arousal finally beginning to take effect. His mind threw out images, flashes of what they had done together before. Her hand dipped below the waistband of her underwear. Tearing his eyes from Idalia’s crotch, he watched her expression soften as her fingers found the sweet spot he had shown her a few short weeks ago. He desperately wanted to see what her hand was doing, hidden as it was behind a small triangle of fabric. Idalia breathed out a delicate moan. Her other hand cupped her breast beneath the fabric of her robe, supple and heavy. Sanguinius shifted.“You get to stay over there,” she said. “Decide, which half?” Sanguinius blinked, unable to think past the growing pressure in his crotch. Idalia snorted and lifted her hips, sliding her panties down over her knees before kicking them onto the floor. Sanguinius pressed the heel of his hand into his groin. His penis almost hurt, he needed some relief. Of course, his touch did nothing to alleviate it, only made his balls clench. Idalia let her legs part and she ran a finger up her cleft. The scent of her arousal breached the air. “You too,” she whispered.Sanguinius stood. As Idalia slowly moved her hand to the top of her cleft, he slid his underwear to the ground. He did not stumble or stagger; he had wings to keep his balance after all. They fluttered as he moved, not entirely to keep his feet. He stood before her then, penis pointing directly at her, proud in the cool air. The fabric of his robe touched the root, the soft material almost coarse.“Kneel between my feet, touch yourself too. Show me the wine has not had a detrimental effect.”She had never sounded like this before. Sanguinius did as she said, wrapped his hand around the smooth head and enjoyed the sparks the contact sent. His mind was too focused on her to really pay attention to himself. She had never touched herself before him like this, and she had never made such demands either. He liked this side of her.Her breath caught as her finger teased her clit. A bead of fluid pooled at his head; he smeared it over the soft skin and followed her pace. His hand moved as hers did. Sanguinius pushed aside the urge to thrust into his hand. Idalia’s legs shifted, her hips lifted. A groan spilled from her lips. “That looks like the wine hasn’t worked on you,” she hissed. Sanguinius rose up on his knees, pushing the soft skin back and forth over his penis. He slid his other hand under his balls, palming them. He grunted as they rose, pushing another bead of fluid to his head.“Nor you,” he said.She did not respond, only pressed her finger against her clit, stroking and rubbing, circling and teasing. Her hips rose, her breath hitched. It was what Sanguinius has been looking for. Her face twisted, her eyes closed and she jerked into her hand.Using his wings to steady himself, Sanguinius surged between her legs, bringing one over his hip. Placing his penis against her clenched entrance, the moment he was able to, he pushed into her. Soft, wet heat clenched and quivered around his penis, robbing him of coherency. When he leaned down to kiss Idalia, it was wine fuelled and passion driven. It did not last, she did not have the breath for it, and he was too focused on the grip around his shaft.He couldn’t wait. Usually, he liked to take his time making love. Not today. He drew his hips back before thrusting forward again. Hands dug into his hips, Idalia’s other leg crossed over his back, pulling him in. Sanguinius leaned over her, his weight supported on one hand as his other caressed her breast. She moved with him, her back arching as he thrust into her repeatedly. She writhed under him, her arms over his shoulders, nails digging into his back.Idalia’s passionate cries joined his fevered grunts. Her hand thrust into his hair, curled around the length and pulled. The sharp pain jolted through him; he did not stop thrusting into her. The velvet iron of his penis burned with the contact of her wet heat.Molten fury built in his balls, threatening to sear them both into oblivion. Idalia bit his neck as he dropped his head to the chaise. He returned the gesture, sinking his angel’s teeth into the meat of her shoulder. She shuddered beneath him; her blood tasted of fire. Sanguinius groaned deep in his chest.Her hips bucked up to meet his rapid staccato. He raised his head and looked at the star he was buried so deep inside. Her breasts moved with every thrust of his hips, swaying under the fabric. Her expression was blissfully determined, her lips parted. Pushing a hand between them, he found the little nub at the apex of her thighs. Using his thumb, he pressed it, dimly noting the satisfying growl that rumbled in her chest.In and out, in and out. He drew his entire shaft from her until just the head remained before he thrust back in, pushing his balls into the crease of her ass. Sweat tricked down his back, fluid washed down his shaft, drenching his balls. The slap of their flesh as he struck forward, the clench of her around him, turned his breath ragged.The coiling tightness in his balls built and built, packing pressure into his groin, sending him towards release. The overwhelming urge to push as much of himself into her as he could overrode what little control he had left.Idalia shouted in a language Sanguinius could not understand. He thrust upwards, wringing her words from her lips as grunts spilled from him.Sanguinius shouted and cursed, explosive fire coursed through his penis, turning his lower back to liquid and shooting outward. He thrust a final time, mouth open and crying out his passion. Shatters of light echoed in his eyes, his wings fluttered above them and for long moments all he felt was the eruption from his balls.Finally, he relaxed. Idalia squeaked as he flopped down next to her on the chaise. His balls tensed and twitched, though no more fluid escaped him. Idalia sprawled against him, her arms as boneless as he felt. She nuzzled against his neck, Sanguinius did nothing but breathe.Idalia giggled. He raised an eyebrow at her, glancing down at where she lay running a hand over his arm.“I think Azkaellon will get that view after all,” she said. Her eyes drifted closed and she snuggled into his chest. Sanguinius chuckled.“He is in the apothecarion my sweet,” he whispered back. She hummed a response, but he already knew she was drifting off into sleep. That was the wine. He kissed the top of her head and shifted them both into a sitting position. He could not sleep on the chaise, his wings would not allow it. Instead, he carried Idalia to the bed and settled down on his side next to her. She shifted, snuggling in to his side with a contented hum. Slowly, he closed his eyes too. He might not sleep for long, but while he did, it would be beside his star.