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aqua-the-smiter · 17 days

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You wrote him pretty well I'd say. I'm pretty familiar with him after listening to his chapters in Gorgon of Medusa like fifteen times because I forgot where the description of his throne was because I needed it for my own writing. Agreed. He got shafted majorly in canon so we gotta pick up the slack. Ferrus deserves a cute wife who loves him and that he can make little baby primarchs with.

Please. Iron ween. -Ms. L

Author’s note: I got you homie. Here’s Ferrus whipping out that Shlong after a long crusade. Wife needs the iron injec-

Relationships: Ferrus Manus/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Ferrus’ massive iron schmeat, Good girl talk, while we don’t call him it in this fic Ferrus Manus is daddy and I no won’t take criticism, Size kink/size difference, Creampie, The definition of porn without plot

These nights get lonely, without him here.

The days are too; Though with this massive bed so empty, the nights are always the worst.

Nightclothes wrinkled and bunched at your stomach you lay in bed, room dark and filled with little more than your own noises as your hand shifts between your legs.

It’s frustrating, like you’re halfway there but can’t get any farther- teeth gritted in near anger. You desperately claw for that feeling only for it to just slip from your fingertips each time you barely get a hold. You let out a hot sigh of air into the pillow, so tired in at this late hour as you debate ending this self torture. Your hand is soaked, you’ve been at it for what feels like hours.

“Am I interrupting?”

A voice suddenly calls out, and you abruptly lean up to see Ferrus closing the door behind him. Your heart nearly stops from the surprise of it, of not having heard someone enter and that he’s finally here.

“Ferrus!”

You had no idea when he would return; His crusades often take weeks if not months at a time, and if you stay on Terra, it can mean you're alone for an- to you at least- unmanageable amount of time.

Ferrus, already having been freed of his armor begins making short work of his remaining clothing as he walks closer, and takes his place on his own bed. It seems he took your surprise as a good enough greeting, and now seeks to indulge in what he had left behind.

You're soon underneath him, cloaked completely in his massive shadow; He's always been able to make you feel so incredibly small. He’s the largest of the Primarchs, as far as you know.

You have eyes a bit too big for your stomach, perhaps. Though his stature still makes your thighs squeeze together never the less.

With one light toss he flips you from your back to your stomach, and you can feel the heat of his body on your bare skin. You have to swallow the whine you almost let out at the feeling. That empty ache in your cunt is almost unmanageable now, figiting as he shifts behind you.

You’ve spent so long tonight torturing yourself that he feels the way you’re completely soaked, pressing his cock against you. He grinds against your a few times before the head of his cock catches your entrance and slowly he presses into you. But even after so much toying it still makes you grit your teeth as he starts to stretch your body to it’s limit, teetering on that stretch of pain.

“Up higher.”

You arch your back desperately as he slowly presses impossibly deeper; You whine, it always feel like he’s in your stomach.

“Good girl,”

He grunts near your ear. His one hand grips your hip tight, and you just know he’s leaving bruises. He always does, they’ve faded since the last time and you’re eager to have them return.

You whisper his name, mewling as he so easily finishes you off where you’d struggled with so little effort. He barely needs to start fucking you and that coil in your stomach that was half wound finally snaps. You cum around him, gasping as he continues to fuck you through it. Each time he pushes just a bit deeper, until he’s finally buried in you. It’s a process, Ferrus is massive but when he does manage to bury himself to the hilt or near to it, you swear you see stars.

“How long have you been waiting?”

He says, you can feel his hot breath on your skin. You know he loves hearing that nothing else makes you feel the way he makes you, that nothing else works anymore. That you’ve been marked by him.

“Tonight? It’s been hours, I couldn’t…” You cut yourself off as he drives himself in particularly deep, and it makes you bite the inside of your cheek. You feel his hips repeatedly hit the backs of your thighs as he thrusts into you, and you feel almost suffocated by his massive size.

Both his body and his cock; You know after this you’ll ache for days, legs barely able to hold your own weight. Even in his most gentle Ferrus leaves his marks on you, in you, but he’s less gentle now, you know you’ll feel it for days to come.

He’ll be gentle to you after, he always is, but right now he wants to enjoy what he’s missed, and give you what you were begging for.

It’s not long before he’s able to make you cum again, nails gripping anything they can as your sore throat manages to let out a breathless whine. You can’t hold your voice back at this point, and you can only hope the walls are thick enough that no one could ever hear you, or the sound of the massive bed slamming against the wall.

Ferrus grips your hip tighter and you feel his thrusts before more uneven; You can hear the thud of his other hand reaching up to grab the headboard of the bed. Though even with his torso farther away from you, you’re still firmly in his shadow. But alongside your hip you know he’s made the backs of your thighs sore and possible bruised, from how hard he’s slapped his hips against them even with such little of his strength.

You feel him still as he finally finishes, and you can’t help but whine as you feel him fill you to the brim. It’s hot; Though perhaps it’s his size, but he always cums such an exorbitant amount. Sometimes it will linger days later.

Ferrus pulls out slowly, and you can feel cum trickle down your thigh. You let out a sigh that sounds both satisfied, and dead tired.

“Better?” Ferrus says with the slightest amused lilt to his voice. He looks at your dazed, tired expression. You can see sunlight bleeding through the stained glass of the windows.

“That you’re here, yes.”

Ferrus releases your hip and lets you fall limply to the bed. You’re so far beyond well-fucked, finally satisfied. He lets out a small ‘tut’ in amusement. You mean it in more ways than one; While you’re more than pleased he abused your poor weeping cunt into oblivion, you’re also pleased to have him here again, after so long apart.

Still on your stomach and with no desire or ability to move you elect to fall asleep, with it being so late you’re unfathomably tired. Ferrus knows it, he sees you already dozing off, and elects to give you a proper greeting after being apart when you wake up.

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aqua-the-smiter · 17 days

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I am frothing over this it's so good. Also nice to see more Ferrus Manus enjoyers like myself. He tends to get shoved to the side or entirely too intertwined with the Emperor's Children and his brother purple Griffith. I will now also be adopting Daddy Ferrus.

Please. Iron ween. -Ms. L

Author’s note: I got you homie. Here’s Ferrus whipping out that Shlong after a long crusade. Wife needs the iron injec-

Relationships: Ferrus Manus/Fem!Reader

These nights get lonely, without him here.

The days are too; Though with this massive bed so empty, the nights are always the worst.

Nightclothes wrinkled and bunched at your stomach you lay in bed, room dark and filled with little more than your own noises as your hand shifts between your legs.

“Am I interrupting?”

“Ferrus!”

You had no idea when he would return; His crusades often take weeks if not months at a time, and if you stay on Terra, it can mean you're alone for an- to you at least- unmanageable amount of time.

You're soon underneath him, cloaked completely in his massive shadow; He's always been able to make you feel so incredibly small. He’s the largest of the Primarchs, as far as you know.

You have eyes a bit too big for your stomach, perhaps. Though his stature still makes your thighs squeeze together never the less.

“Up higher.”

You arch your back desperately as he slowly presses impossibly deeper; You whine, it always feel like he’s in your stomach.

“Good girl,”

He grunts near your ear. His one hand grips your hip tight, and you just know he’s leaving bruises. He always does, they’ve faded since the last time and you’re eager to have them return.

“How long have you been waiting?”

He says, you can feel his hot breath on your skin. You know he loves hearing that nothing else makes you feel the way he makes you, that nothing else works anymore. That you’ve been marked by him.

He’ll be gentle to you after, he always is, but right now he wants to enjoy what he’s missed, and give you what you were begging for.

Ferrus pulls out slowly, and you can feel cum trickle down your thigh. You let out a sigh that sounds both satisfied, and dead tired.

“Better?” Ferrus says with the slightest amused lilt to his voice. He looks at your dazed, tired expression. You can see sunlight bleeding through the stained glass of the windows.

“That you’re here, yes.”

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aqua-the-smiter · 24 days

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I'm so glad y'all like it

Headed to the function with the smut fic on my mind, thanks @aqua-the-smiter

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aqua-the-smiter · 25 days

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Gimme the pebus. I need the pebus. I want to call him daddy as he makes me a mommy.

-Cracks knuckles- Let's do this. LEEROOOOOY JEEEEEENKINS. Perturabo X female reader Summary: You are Peter Turbo's wife and you've given him a few heirs already. He wants more. Heavy breeding kink, mommy/daddy talk, Perturabo's iron within/iron without. ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

"Good girl." The Primarch practically snarled in your ear as he held you pinned with his own body weight. One of his arms was wrapped around your torso, just under your breasts. The other was shoved under your belly and between your legs, holding your clit in a tight pinch while he fucked you. The rest of your quivering frame was stuck underneath him. You arched your lower half up as best you could, giving him easier access to your tight, dripping little hole. You felt his teeth sink gently into your earlobe, his voice more of a purr this time as he praised you. "Such a good girl. Taking me like this. You're going to give me another son, won't you?" There was a little flutter of excitement in you at the thought of him getting you pregnant again. He'd already done so thrice now, giving you three little boys that both you and him utterly adored. You'd be more than happy to have a fourth, and he seemed to be of a mind to give it to you. As if to emphasize his point he chose that moment to force another orgasm out of you. You felt your pussy spasm clench around his huge, thick cock and you moaned into the sheets your face was pressed into. He fucked you through the whole thing. It was a few moments before you could respond properly. "Yes daddy~♡." You managed to spit out between the whorish moans he was fucking from you. "Fill me up. I'll make you one again." Perturabo's grip tightened on you. Damn it all, but he was impressed with how well you knew how to get to him. Of course, two could play that game. "Poor girl. You're so desperate to have your little womb filled with my seed. You want that? You want me to make you a mommy again?" "Please!" "How could I say no when you beg so sweetly?" He grabbed your hips and you felt his massive balls slap you clit as he barely rode out his final thrusts before spilling in you. His tip nestled right up against your cervix as he came, spurting in hot, thick ropes of cum that filled you very quickly. You pushed yourself a little further down his cock, loving the feeling of him being completely hilted in you as he came. Wrapping an arm around you, he rolled over to lay down, not pulling out. Letting his still hard manhood remain in you and keep all his semen from leaking out. He cuddled you close to his chest, breathing hard. "I hope you knocked me up again daddy." You took his free hand with yours, twining your fingers with his the best you could. He pressed a kiss to your temple. "I'd be more surprised if I didn't. But..." His voice turned sultry again. "It wouldn't hurt to make sure, would it?" You smirked up at your husband, drinking in the sight of the naked desire for you in those ice blue eyes. "No, it wouldn't." You'd be more than happy to take him all night, and it seemed like you'd get your wish.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #primarch x reader #primarch x female reader #perturabo x female reader #perturabo x reader #mating press march

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aqua-the-smiter · 25 days

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@egrets-not-regrets I was going to say he gave it to one of his brothers as a slightly spiteful gift, but the thought of him having accidentally smashed it to kindling while smashing his wife is a hundred times funnier. I also may or may not have a niche thing for bed (or desk) breaking. So his old desk went to that great big furniture store in the sky and Ferrus took a crash course in carpentry.

Thank you to @aqua-the-smiter for letting me use her oc for this. I love you. *books gently with love*

Day 20

Pairing Ferrus Manus x Argena (oc)

Warnings: Semi public sex, office sex, cock and ball worship, marking partner, cumming inside

Ferrus grunted and shifted his legs wider, he hated after action reports but they were a necessary evil. His wife however had devised a way for them to be a bit less dull.

“Keep up at this pace and you’ll be done in no time.” She cooed from under his desk. “In more ways than one.”

Ferrus’s cheeks heated as he glanced down below the desk, his kilt pushed up onto his thighs as Argena fondled one ball, kissing it lovingly leaving a perfect mark in the shape of her lips behind in the silvery lip gloss she’d put on for just that purpose.

She stroked his hard manhood trailing a line of kisses up his cock, leaving a smattering of silvery lip marks behind her.

They were the same silver as his eyes, which was the reason she’d picked the color.

Pulling away from his work she smiled. “Your work?”

Ferrus grunted again and turned his gaze back to the paperwork and tried not to think about those golden eyes or coal black hair, or those deliciously soft lips. Or the supple naked form between his thighs.

“Gena.” He breathed as he continued to fill out necessary paperwork.

“Yes my darling husband?”

Her hand closed around one testicle and gave a light squeeze, Ferrus’s pencil cracked in his hand as he choked back a groan.

Globs of clear shiny pre wept down from his tip, Arena eyed them as they trickled down reaching out with the tip of her tongue, collecting the salty drops with a hum of delight.

The warm wet tip of her tongue ran up under the head and dipped into the slit to make sure all of it was lapped up.

“Finish quickly please. I’m going to need more of this.” She panted and Ferrus nodded, reaching for another pencil.

Ferrus burned with the need to take her, to cum in her, or just to simply touch her.

But he knew better, as part of their deal, she would provide him with ‘love’ so long as he was working and after he was one he could have her.

BUt until he was done, he couldn’t cum and he couldn’t touch her. No matter how much he wanted to.

He was just about to complete the last page having pulled another pencil from his store of backups.

He was practically high from the thought that soon he’d be able to pull her up and fucked her till his balls were empty.

They felt like they weighed a thousand pounds each.

Then there was an alert at the door and Ferrus broke the fifth pencil that night.

He knew he couldn’t ignore it, he looked down, under his desk to the cushion his wife was lounging on, her mouth formed into a pout as she heard him permit the person on the other side.

“Come in.” He ordered in a firm voice.

Gabriel Santor came in and approached the desk.

It was a newer feature in his office and he’d never questioned it before, his father had simply wanted a new desk, and built it himself.

“What is it Gabriel?” Ferrus inquired of his first captain, his voice even and hard, but not cruel.

Gabriel did not waste time. “I have updated-”

Ferrus did his best to listen, taking in his words as he tried not to think about how nice Aregena’s mouth felt teasing his cock.

Ferrus’s body was stiff, his fingers laced together tightly. Gabriel's report was brief and to the point but it felt as if he’d gabbed on for an hour to the primarch.

“Is that all my son?”

“It is.”

“Then you may take your leave for now, I have work to complete here and.. a meeting to attend.”

“Shall I accompany you?” Gabriel asked, as he would normally, his position in his father’s honor guard made it a common enough inquiry.

Argena took both his balls in her hand and sucked the tip of Ferrus’s cock hard, sucking down a bit more precum in the process. The primarch’s hands clenched and they creaked audibly.

“No.” Ferrus’s voice came out more clipped then he had intended and he took a deep breath. “This is one I need to take alone… for personal reasons.”

Gabriel did not argue and left his primarch in peace. He took a shuddering breath as he spoke a simple command and the door locked.

Ferrus’s silver eyes blazed down at his wife. “On the desk. Now.”

Argena gave him a sultry little smile, golden eyes smoldering with mirth and desire. “Of course.”

She slipped up from beneath the desk and onto the polished surface.

Ferrus flipped her and gave her ass a not go gentle smack.

“I almost moaned with that last little stunt of yours.” He growled, his metal fingers plunging into her wet entrance. Argena let out a breathy moan and pushed back against him.

“You held out well enough.” She teased.

He gave her another smack that left her ass rippling and forced a girlish squeak from her mouth.

“I do not want our sons knowing that I have their legion mother is under my desk servicing me while I work. It is none of their business.”

His fingers retracted and he reached for his bottom drawer where he procured a bottle of clear lubricant.

He readied his wife. And stroked his own cock a few times to make sure he was well prepared to push into her.

He lined up with her hot cunt and thrust the tip in.

Argena cried out, her wanton sounds echoing in the room.

“Ferrus!~”

He worked his way in with short controlled thrusts but he knew as soon as he bottomed out that he wasn’t going to last. Not after hours of constant teasing.

Argena wiggled under him, begging for more. He could tell they were both practically at the edge already.He steeled himself and began a harsh pace, grunting with each perfect blissful thrust.

His hand wrapped around her throat, he squeezed gently. Her eyes rolled and he felt her clenching around him as she gasped and scratched at the desks surface while her orgasm rolled over her.

Ferrus reached out and grasped the far end of his desk, still using her neck to hold her in place as he let out a growl of all the pent up frustration.

“Gena~” He panted the wood under his fingers, splintered and cracked, yet the hand around her throat never tightened any further.

Her body twitched at the display and she came again.

Ferrus couldn’t hold on and he bent over her further as he came. His cum flooded her smaller body and spilled out and down her thighs onto the floor.

They both panted, basking in the satisfaction and after glow.

Ferrus lifted her into his arms kissing her face lovingly.

“Thank you.” He sighed, sitting back in his chair with his wife in his lap.

“That was so much.” She smiled and kissed his chin in return.

“You’ve had me worked up for over two hours. Perhaps my body decided to put it all out in one go as revenge.”

Argena gave him a mischievous little smile. “Maybe I should try working you up for even longer next time?”

Ferrus groaned and his head fell back onto the hearest of his chair.

“....Maybe.” He humored and hugged her tighter.

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aqua-the-smiter · 26 days

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GET HIS ASS

What da...

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aqua-the-smiter · 28 days

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Part 4 - Procrastination/ Epilogue Nsfw under the cut

It was not only going to be an unproductive night, but a long one. Ferrus spread his legs wider, showing off his cock more. Offering it. His thoughts wandered back over to earlier that day. When he’d had her on his lap, nearly completely naked. She’d been so willing. He’d enjoyed her weight in his lap, running his hand over her smooth, curvy body. He’d been better at keeping the thoughts at bay then. Really he was grateful to her, but now the implications and subtleties of what they’d been doing had time to sink in. His stroking got faster, firmer. His hips bucking up to meet his hand coming down. His free hand went down to cup his balls. Huge, heavy, and low hanging. They hung even further down than his cock when it was soft. They were wet from his constantly dripping pre. His cock throbbed in his hand, aching and needy, and his breath was starting to come out in pants. Spit dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it away with the back of a hand. He wondered if she’d want him back. In the same way he wanted her. He would have been glad to spend his life with her. Not just sexually, far from it. That was just what was on his mind at the moment. Panting turned into low, guttural snarls as he finally gave up any semblance of self control. Bucking his hips up to meet his stroking hand. His balls jumped against his chair as his hips leapt up, making an audible slap when they hit it. His free hand switched between stroking and gently squeezing his balls and gripping the armrest. The warmth in his body had grown hot, pressure coiling in his insides.

Toes curled and gripped the floor, and his back arched when he finally came. Spurting in long, fat white ropes across the metal tiles. His cock pulsed in his fingers, the muscles in his thighs clenching and his balls squeezing as they emptied. It was five minutes before it was finally over, leaving him to slump completely boneless in his seat, his cock still dripping residual semen.

Ferrus let out a low groan and placed his hand on his forehead, basking in the afterglow and realizing belatedly that he hadn’t gone soft. He heaved a sigh and stood up, looking at the mess he’d made on the floor with a mix of mild disgust and annoyance as the post-nut clarity kicked in. He’d clean it up tomorrow. His illicit activities were far from done for the night. He pulled a bottle of lubricant and a…”special” toy from a side drawer. Special in the fact that it was made to be able to withstand his rut thrusting. Confirming his previous thought that tonight was going to be long, horny, and unproductive. ₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊ “You drew this?” Roboute asked, studying the sheet of bristol board.

Ferrus’s grin was uncharacteristically smug as he confirmed. “Took me a while to get the hang of it, but this art business isn’t that difficult once you get down to it. Right Fulgrim?”

The white-haired Primarch didn’t answer for a moment, too busy staring in stunned disbelief at the drawing his brothers had made. “I-yes, right. Of course.” Quickly rallying his dignity. “Although I still can’t figure out how you did it, dear brother. You’ve always been so boorish, and never had an eye for this kind of thing before. What changed?”

If anything, his smile grew smugger. “Eh, you know how it is. Sometimes you just get the urge to try something different. And, moreover, something you’re not instantly good at. It’s a nice challenge to overcome.”

“Quite.” Fulgrim replied, trying to pick apart his brother’s words to find where he was mocking him. And this time, he actually was.

The drawing itself was quite unlike Ferrus’s usual work, artistic or not. A pencil and ink sketch of a woman in a long, flowing gown and veil. The linework was unusually smooth and almost hypnotic to look at, easily drawing the eye over the elegant way they curved and connected to each other. She was posed in a sitting position, poised and graceful, like a selkie on a rock gazing out to sea. Her long hair was all done in pitch black ink, strands of it wind-tossed while the rest tumbled down her back in dark waves. Delicate, slender limbs and an earnest, beautiful face. She looked ethereal, and was rendered with such loving, and intricate detail in the dress and jewelry that it seemed like it was a lot more personal than just a simple art piece.

“It’s magnificent Ferrus.”Guilliman clapped his brother on the shoulder. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Neither did I, truth be told. But I had the motivation, and some good help.” He said. “But I must have done something right.”

“I think you did. Even Rogal was impressed. You may be getting some requests in the future.”

Ferrus barked a laugh. “If he does then I’m going to make him pay me. Considering all the other weird shit he’s asked me to make for him over the years.”

Guilliman snorted. “Some brother you are.You should make sure Sanguinius sees this. I know he’d be overjoyed to see you getting an appreciation for this kind of thing. Actually-” he paused for a moment. “- that senechal you picked up is quite a skilled jeweler if I recall correctly. Maybe she influenced you.”

“Argena?” He asked. “Heh, maybe. I do enjoy watching her work.”

“Well it seems to be a net positive all around. Right Fulgrim? Honestly, I think I like this a bit better than your work.”

“Yes yes.” He rolled his violet eyes dismissively. “It’s not quite the same as what I’ve been doing either.”

“And what have you been doing? Throwing paint on a canvas?” Ferrus smirked at him, and Fulgrim returned it with a dirty look.

“You know that’s not it!”

“Ah come on. You rag on me all the time, don’t tell me you can’t take it back. Lighten up. You’re just jealous.”

He scoffed like an affronted nobleman. “I am not!”

“You sure?”

That started his brother on a tirade that he’d probably be at for at least five minutes. He glanced over his shoulder to see Gena quietly watching from the doorway, trying to stifle her laughter. He gave her a wink, which made her blush a bit as she gave him a small curtsey in return before going off to finish up her work.

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Ferrus Manus x female oc (Argena Seeva) Ferrus, in a bid to one up his pain-in-the-ass brother Fulgrim, takes up drawing. Gets some reference help from his long suffering friend and senechal, Argena. Part of my AU I have cleverly called the Primarch Wife AU. Happy endings, the boys get the help they need, Big E is a good dad and, most importantly, everybody gets a wife. Because big husband and small wife makes brain go brr

Sexual content/NSFW after the cut - Very lewd-but-not-lewd touching, Ferrus jacking off to his future wife while trying to get work done, idiots in love. @thevoidscreams @pringles-plaguehaus ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦୨୧✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊ “Gena?” Ferrus asked, sounding uncharacteristically nervous. “I have a…strange favor to ask of you.” Argena put down the loop of silver she’d been polishing and turned around on her stool to face him as she heard him out. Throne, he even looked uncomfortable, and she wondered what exactly he needed that he was looking so hot under the collar. Ferrus Manus was many things, but wavering was not one of them. Actually he was kind of cute like that. She mentally slapped herself almost as soon as the thought crossed her mind. HE. IS. YOUR. BOSS. She’d been with him for over a year and half at this point. It felt like it should have been longer. Falling into the role of his senechal had been so easy after a while. Especially after they’d started spending more time simply enjoying each other’s company. He was a surprisingly layered man once he opened up enough to show it. And, she heavily suspected, a lonely one too. So they’d gotten close more easily than she would have first thought. It even showed in the way he addressed her. Gena, a more tender nickname than her given. “Does it have anything to do with your ongoing attempts to one up your brother?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It does, yes. Look, I can’t help it. Fulgrim has been driving me mad recently, so I want to pay him back in kind.” “I know, I know. And if you pull it off you’ll make him absolutely seethe.” “It” in question was Ferrus putting a serious effort into learning how to draw. He could already, but it was an entirely different kind. Technical drawings, machine blueprints, weapon schematics. Nothing really artistic, although it could be counted as a form of art in its own right if you asked her. Watching him work was hypnotic, the movement of the pencil or stylus in his metal hands impossibly graceful. Elegant even. But most people didn’t see it that way. Resident artsy fuck, Fulgrim, certainly didn’t. Constantly making little jabs and jokes at his best friend’s inability to produce anything else than purely practical drawings. Finally, Ferrus had enough and announced to her in private that he was going to produce a piece of actual art better than anything Fulgrim could do (and he wasn’t as good as everyone thought he was, including himself) out of pure brotherly spite. The early results were rough, but promising. Argena herself had quite a bit of skill, picked up from her goldsmithing hobby, and he’d come to her with practice sketches, rudimentary shapes and simple three dimensional objects. It took him a while, but he was definitely getting it. His talent for technical drawings was beginning to shine through with the clean linework. In short, it seemed he might actually do it. “That is the goal.” He said, just a little smug. “So what do you need me for, pray tell my lord?” She prompted. The Primarch seemed to steel himself for a moment. “Well…I feel I’m ready to move on to…organic materials now. I can only draw my own tools so much before I cease to learn any more from the exercise. I was going to ask if I could study you. Your anatomy, I mean.” And it already sounded like that would involve less clothes than she started with that day. “...Study my anatomy? How so? Moreover, why?”

“Feel up your body. Your muscles, skeletal structure, general build. How everything connects and moves together. I find that I learn best when I am up to the elbows in it so to speak, so being able to touch it would be the best thing. You are the only person I feel comfortable coming to with this. It is, ultimately, quite a petty thing I’m after. You have been very understanding of me. More than I thought would be possible.” Ferrus paused for a moment, wondering if what he had to say next was even a good idea before deciding he’d take that chance. “Also, you are objectively a very beautiful woman. Whatever someone’s personal tastes may be, nobody could look at you and deny it. And subjectively, I think you are a beautiful woman. For those reasons you’d make the best subject for what I’m trying to accomplish. If the goal of art is to create something pleasing to the eye, something that captures the beauty of the world and the enthusiasm of the creator in a still image, you would be a perfect basis. Not like the mess of colors and lines Fulgrim throws on his canvases.” He spoke so frankly. Ferrus was always a very no-nonsense type of person, but to have that direct, blunt nature used in such a glowing description of her was something else entirely. Because you knew for a fact when he said something, he meant it. It made her feel very warm inside. “And this is purely for research, right?” She asked tentatively. “Purely objective.” He swore. “And I won’t go any farther than you want or touch you anywhere you don’t want to be touched. I’ll fill in any gaps in my knowledge with an anatomy book. Just tell me where to stop, and I will.” Somehow a Primarch who’d grown up in the wilderness eating sand had a better concept of boundaries than many people. “Well...I trust you, so I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.” She said after a moment, rubbing her upper arm. “I’m willing. Let’s do it.” He gave her one of his rare smiles (that seemed to be becoming less rare nowadays come to think of it), genuinely grateful. It made her feel more at ease with the agreement. Who knows, it might even be fun. ₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

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Part 3 - Procrastination Nsfw under the cut

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He was trying to draw. When he could force his mind to focus on it for a few minutes, he could already tell his idea had indeed paid off. He was pleased with it, the flowing lines but rough-around-the-edges sketchy work that made up the few practice pieces he’d been able to put out. But he’d been at this for a few hours now and didn’t have much to show for it. Other things kept shouldering their way to the forefront of his mind, lingering from earlier that day. He felt like a much younger man, back from his earlier days on Medusa. Back when he could’ve been considered a teenager, at least by the standards of his odd biology. It felt like being in his rut. Not as harsh or demanding, but there were very…similar wants. Needs bubbling to the surface. Ferrus sighed, pushing his chair away from his desk. He probably wasn’t going to get much done tonight.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Argena. His dear little seneschal. Over the few years he’d had her in his service, he would never deny he had come to appreciate her as a friend. But recently it had been starting to bloom into something a little stronger than friendship. On his end at least. He didn’t know about her, and he wasn’t foolish enough to potentially ruin their friendship by asking. He cared about her, too much to risk making things awkward for her like that. If she felt the same, she’d have to be the one to tell him.

Today had not helped matters. Her warm, soft body pressed against his, the feeling of her silky hair and skin under his fingers. The scent of her perfume and underlying arousal cloying in his nose. The memory of her nearly bare body pressed against his while he’d been in nothing but a body glove. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Wondering if she would have let him slip his hands under her bra or waistband. Let him go a little farther. He never would have if she didn’t want it, of course. But he kept wondering what he would have done if she did.

He hooked his silver fingers into the collar of his body glove and pulled. Suddenly very aware of his manhood straining against the crotch of the rubbery fabric and eager to have the thing off. It gave way easily, and it reminded him of another incident involving himself, her, and his seemingly constant struggle with the damn things. He raised his hips up to pull it and his boxers down the rest of the way, leaving it down a little way over his knees. Freed, his cock twitched against his stomach, fully hard with need. It dripped pre into the soft black hair that covered his torso.

This wasn’t something he did often unless he was in rut, in which case he did it for four days straight. But it was too much of a distraction now for him to just leave it alone. He spread the drooling pre over the pale skin of his shaft.

It was slow at first. Disinterested. He was only doing this because it was such a huge distraction. It felt good though. Almost better than it did during his rut, when his veins and mind were swimming with hormones and making it nearly impossible to think clearly. He rested his head on his knuckles as he worked himself. More pre dripped, slicking up his metal digits, making them glide smoothly over his length.

He felt warmer deep in his abdomen. The mingled scents of his precum and sweat were sharper, and the sensation more pronounced. With some effort he kicked his clothing the rest of the way down and opened his legs wider, settling back. His breath was coming out ragged now, sharp inhales and slow, stilted exhales. It took him a moment to realize he'd been keeping his eyes shut, and he opened them. Precum glistened from his tip and over his girthy shaft in the low, amber light. Giving his fingers a wet sheen. His thick, blunt tip was flushed red, constantly oozing. Warm all over now. Even in his hands, not on them but something under the silver that coated them. He was starting to get into it. It did feel good. Relieving. He groaned deep in his throat and picked up his pace.

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Part 2 - Hands On Could be considered NSFW under the cut, nothing extremely explicit though

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊ Ferrus was a very big man. Even for a Primarch, he was the second tallest if you were counting Magnus, the tallest if you weren’t. Despite that Gena never felt their height difference so sharply like she did now.

Then again maybe it was because she was down to her undergarments and straddling his leg while he sat at his workbench. The whole thing felt obscene, even though he was still clothed. One of his arms was resting on the desk, his hand holding a pen poised over a sheet of parchment. Taking notes he’d told her. The other was resting in an exaggeratedly casual manner on the bench, his metal fingers drumming against it. He stared at a spot on the far wall, deliberately trying to keep his eyes off of her until he absolutely couldn’t avoid it. He was shocked she’d agreed to it, even after he’d asked her to disrobe. And at how deeply she’d blushed when he’d told her exactly why he’d wanted her. But that, he shoved out of his mind for now. Gena had been gracious enough to allow him to do this, so he wasn’t going to do her the disservice of looking too deeply into something that may not have meant much at all. “Are you ready?” Ferrus asked her, his voice surprisingly soft. Gena nodded, and patted his hand. “I am. I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.” “Good.” He said, and put his resting arm on her shoulder, making her yelp. He pulled it away in alarm as she began to laugh. “Are you alright?” “Your hands are cold!” She answered, still laughing, squeezing his bicep. “You should probably have started from the top down.” He inhaled sharply. Catching the sweet scent of her perfume, lily of the valley and peony. “You are correct in that assessment. Forgive me.” For his sake she did her best to tamp down her laughter. He sounded sheepish. Him. Ferrus. Sheepish. “No harm done.” Taking another deep breath to steady himself, he began as she had suggested (and that he was kicking himself for not thinking of on his own). Slowly tangling his fingers in her hair, starting around her shoulders before working up. Gena felt them stroking her scalp like they were petting a cat, then heard the sound of the pen scritching. They traced over her head, pressing down gently to feel the bone underneath. She expected his smooth, metallic digits to hurt, but at worst it was like a rough ruffling of the hair.

His hand moved lower again once he was done with the top of her head, down to the back of it and her neck. Pressing again to feel at the bone, moving to the side to feel her muscle and sinew there, following the lines with his fingertips. Then he was back in her hair, running his fingers through it. He took a lock of it and ran it between thumb and forefinger. It really was beautiful. Thick but incredibly soft when it brushed against his upper arm, it hung down to the small of her back in a wavy curtain of night-sea black.

Moving back up and around. Outlining her ears with his thumbs and brushing over her temples. Carefully pressing her forehead, tracing down her nose, over and around her lips before spreading his fingers over her cheeks. Pushing into the flesh to feel her cheekbones and teeth and running them over her svelte jaw.

Slowly he slid his hands down to her neck.

“Alright?” He asked.

She nodded as best as she could. “I’m fine, don’t worry. You can keep going.”

So he did, palming her neck. It was at this moment when she realized just how massive his hands were, and they would have looked comical on a man even a foot shorter than he was. For him to fit it she had to tilt her head back far back, her golden eyes forced to look up at him. But he still moved them with what could only be described as a strange sort of grace. And strength, but a strength that was greatly controlled.

He cupped his hand around it. It looked sketchy, although she could tell right away from his loose grip that there was nothing more behind the gesture. He pressed his index and middle fingers to the side to feel her pulse before drawing them downward, tracing the large, slanted muscle there. Then he drew them across to feel her pale throat.

So controlled. So delicate with those massive, powerful hands of his. Coated in metal even. Yet there was only the barest pressure on her windpipe. Just enough for him to feel how it connected to everything else inside of her neck. And then it was gone, his digits having moved on to her shoulder. Tracing her collarbone and spreading his fingers to run across the curve of neck and shoulder meeting.

His muscular arm pressed against her slender one as he ran his hand over it. He bent or rotated each joint as he did so, feeling for the movement of elbow and wrist and fingers, the contraction of muscles and ligaments underneath. Rubbed his thumb over her palm and digits.

Up again, stroking her chest with his fingertips, tracing her collarbone again and the ribs above her breasts. Running them over the upper part of her sternum. Then he stopped, pulling his hand away tentatively.

“You can keep going.” Gena said, reaching up to pat his cheek. “It’s ok.”

“Are you absolutely sure about it? If you don’t want me to, I won’t. I mean…I can still feel it.” Ferrus explained.

“But it’s like touching something wearing thick gloves, right? And in any case, I say it’s fine.

“As you say, Gena.” He was oddly muted. “But if you want me to go no farther, tell me. Please.”

“I will. I promise.” She reassured her Primarch, patting the back of his hand.

He swallowed hard, replacing his hand on the soft, exposed skin of her breast. Pressing his thumb into the tender flesh to get a feel of what was underneath it. It brushed from bare skin to the lacy white fabric of the bra she’d kept on, that let her hold onto her modesty. Then he dragged the digit downward, tracing the curve. He felt her stiffen a bit and let out a small squeak, but other than that she seemed alright.

Mostly.

Underneath the scent of her perfume was one that was definitely more…feminine. And excited. Her heart beat faster and her breathing was heavier, deeper. Most of him chose to ignore it. It’s not like he could blame her for it. Even without the intent, it was still rather sensual touching. Worse, he found that he was enjoying it as well. She was, as he’d said, a very pretty woman, and there was something deeply gratifying about running his hand all over her body and having her react like this.

He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from spitting out the sudden, very dirty idea he’d had. She doesn’t like you like that.

It would probably be best to finish this up quickly.

But even as he managed to force his hand further down, feeling her lower ribs and stomach, he still couldn’t shake the thoughts lingering in the back of his mind.

I want you to be mine. And the voice in his head thinking it was almost a purr.

Outlining the curve of her hip now, getting a lay of her pelvis. Following the curve down to her leg. She seemed more relaxed now. Leaning back against him, and he found her weight oddly comforting. He ran his hand up and down the length of her pale thigh a few times, metal fingers tracing over the superficial muscles. It was a little awkward, since his hands were more than big enough to wrap around her entire thigh, but he managed.

“You seem to be enjoying this.” Ferrus said casually.

She shrugged against his chest and smiled up at him. “What can I say? You’re good with your hands.”

That actually made him laugh. She always loved the sound of it when it was genuine, warm and deep in his chest. It was a challenge to pull a real laugh out of him, but she’d managed it a few times.

“After all these years, I’d hope so.”

Not much left to go now. Over her knee, down her lower leg and foot. Once again bending the joints gently to get the range of movement. He breathed a sigh of relief internally that any…questionable areas were long past. The sound of scribbling notes became faster as he finished up. He was trying not to breathe too deeply, her scent becoming all but intoxicating at this point. It was sweet and warm, sparking a mix of unfamiliar emotions in him. Both lewd and not.

Done. He put the pen down and sat back, unusually lightheaded. Her presence is heavy in his consciousness.

“Thank you.” He said, pulling his hand back and letting her slide off his lap. Turning his gaze away so she could pull her robes back on in some semblance of privacy. “I appreciate this, truly.”

She sat next to him on his workbench, fully reclothed. “It’s nothing. I’m happy to help you. Even if it was a bit of a strange request. Although I suppose I never had the same sort of shit-talking relationship with my brother as you do with Fulgrim. Even if I don’t get that either.”

“He wasn’t always as obnoxious as he’s become now.” Ferrus sighed heavily before adding. “I’m going to tell Father about the Laer Blade.”

Argena looked up at him in surprise. “Really? You don’t usually like going to him over your brotherly spats.”

“I don’t, but this is getting far out of hand. I’ve talked to some of the others. Roboute, Magnus. Even Perturabo. It seems I’m not the only one who’s noticed that he’s acting strange. Guilliman especially seemed very keen on getting that sword far away from him, although I have no idea why.”

“Well, you always said that Lord Guilliman seems to be very friendly with everyone. Maybe he’s just concerned.”

Ferrus snorted. “Probably. I don’t know how he managed to run his little empire and stick his nose into the business of the rest of us, but it’s nice he cares. Even I can’t get too annoyed at him for it. It’ll mean I have certain backup when I finally confront Fulgrim about that blade.”

He stretched, making the tight black body glove he was wearing do very interesting things to his own anatomy that Argena was a little too interested in observing. Not even bothering to hide it this time. She was still reeling from the exercise. Having his hand gliding all the way down her frame had done things to her that she really hoped he didn’t notice. He was, as she’d joked, very good with his hands. The soft touch of his metallic fingers still lingering on her skin.

“But until that comes around, I will have to settle for one-upping him at his own game.” He added with a sly smile that looked quite fetching on his scarred face.

He offered her the sheet of paper he’d taken his notes on. Mostly text, but there were some quick sketches as well. Rough as they were, they looked actually quite good.

“I think you’re well on your way, my lord.”

These days she called him that more as a joke than anything. They’d both long abandoned actual titles, instead opting for names. Ferrus enjoyed how it seemed to scandalize some of the stuffier members of the Great Crusade, and Gena did too. But there was something very satisfying to her about calling him by his name.

“All thanks to you, Gena.” He relied, giving her hand a brief squeeze. “All thanks to you.” ₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

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Primarchs in rut, the movie. Some AU-ish elements. Very nsfw x female reader/reader(s)? Reader is married to said Primarch in each snippet even if not explicitly stated Heavy breeding kink, knotting, rut, romance/healthy marriages because that's the real kink here @thevoidscreams ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦୨୧✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ LION EL'JONSON - If he had a little less dignity he'd bite you, but even in the throes of his rut he does his best to maintain his pride. Instead he licks your neck whenever he's in a position to do so. Sucking bruises onto your tender flesh there. Not that you mind either way. You're pinned prone underneath him while he breeds you, holding you still and fucking you full. Whispering to you about the cubs you'll bear him.

FULGRIM - His rut is far less...demanding, then that of his brothers. Which means he's of perfectly sound mind to adorn your body with ropes and keep you tied like a butterfly in a spider's web while he licks your pussy and pleasures you in every other way he can think of. Just so you're ready. Teasing you for hours on end, making you orgasm with fingers and tongue all while you get drunk on his pheromones and the need for something more satisfying. It's a laborious process, but when it's done you're more than happy to take his cock for twice the hours he teased you for and beg for more.

PERTURABO - He hates going into rut. The loss of control over his body, thoughts, and having no outlet. He has better things to do with his time then continuously think about sex. Of course, that's changed with you around. His sweet little wife. And how could he deny you when you've made it clear how willing you are to give him an heir (or several)? To that end he surprises you with a..."special" project, and you realize you're going to be very busy for a while when he picks you up and straps you to a breeding stand. You spend the next few days cock-drunk, being stuffed and bred by your husband. By the end of it you're so full of his cum that you slosh each time he unties you, and you thank him for it every time. There's no way you're not pregnant.

JAGHATAI KHAN - He's one of the only Primarchs who enjoys being ridden during his ruts. Watching you work yourself into the same (or at least an approximation of the same) fever pitch he's in. Feeling your nails dig into his hips as you work yourself up and down his length, a little mare eager to mate with her stallion and give him a foal. You hardly even need his pheromones to urge you on. If anything, they just give you energy, since craving him is nothing new to you.

LEMAN RUSS - Leman has a knot. You've known this since even before your wedding night with him, of course. But there's something very different about taking it like this. Taking it while he has intent. Every time he forces it into you with a wet pop you wonder how long he'll be able to keep it there before the rut takes over and he has to start pounding you full of his pups again. The longest time so far it an hour. But you love having it in. Having it stuck inside you, stretching you out even more than he already has, keeping all his seed safely corked inside, his tip pressed right against the entrance to your womb. While you're stuck on him he holds you close and runs his fingers through your hair, whispering to you about what a good mother you'll be.

ROGAL DORN - Unlike Perturabo, Rogal prefers to keep you pinned with body weight alone. His usual stoicism all but gone, swept away with sheer desire. He keeps you wrapped up tight in his arms, as solely focused on you as he is on any other task he's set his mind to. That task is knocking you up.

KONRAD CURZE - His rut is gentle somehow. Unlike most of his brothers it mellows him out significantly, making him into a very tender lover. Still rampantly horny, as you can attest to while he fucks you against the wall, but he's just as eager to press kisses all over your body and murmur his love to you between pants and thrusts, rubbing your clit and sucking your breasts as he tries to match your orgasms to his. You're still covered into scratches and bite marks by the end, the way you both prefer it, and he has the sweet taste of your blood on his tongue as he cuddles you close.

SANGUINIUS - From a dove to a cassowary. That is what his rut does to him. He's figured out how to pin you down with his wings, all while you squirm like a mouse in a hawk's talons. But you have absolutely no intention of trying to wriggle away, instead spreading your thighs wide. And of course he bites you. His favorite place is a little cliche, right at the junction of neck and shoulder. Happily lapping up your blood as your pussy spasms around his needy, eager cock. When you end up with a little chick of your own after this, you joke with him that you're thankful you didn't end up laying eggs instead.

FERRUS MANUS - He almost refused to relieve his rut with you out of concern for your welfare. He's the second tallest of his brothers if you're counting Magnus, the tallest if you're not counting the cheating, size-changing bastard. As such, he's got the equipment to match. Yes, you've gotten lucky enough to have married the most well endowed Primarch. And you make sure to let him know just how much you appreciate it. So he relents, sticking to what's always worked for him and his much beloved little bride. A lot of lubricant and a lot of patience. Soon enough you're happily on your back while he holds you down in a mating press and stuffs your pussy full of the biggest, thickest cock in the Imperium. Your hips and wrists have bruises from his metal hands, and your thighs and ass have bruises from his huge, low hanging balls slapping against them while he breeds you. When he's done with you, you're full of so much cum your womb has swelled a bit with all of it.

ANGRON - On first glance you'd think he doesn't go into rut at all. In actuality, his rut is so strong and overwhelming he loops right back around to being completely normal. Stack overflow if you will. He still insists you chain him down, and you're starting to think he enjoys the challenge of it. After all, he pounds you senseless even when you're on top. Really, you're on top in name only. Still, as ever you did your best to hang on, pressing kisses to his chewed lips whenever you could. Making a real show of yourself for him, rubbing your clit and grinding down on him. It was yet another loop of the two of your spurring each other on. You feel his cum trickling down your thighs. Your eyes meet, and he gives you an uncharacteristically sly grin before his hips start bucking again.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN - Another reluctant rutter. He's just too busy for it. Too much work to do, running an empire. He's got 500 worlds to look after, he's got no time to indulge himself no matter what his body is telling him to do. At least, that's what he'd normally be like, but now he has you. And you're very persuasive. The only downside is that because he takes advantage of his rut so infrequently, when he does it's a little...intense. He has you in his lap, his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly as he uses you as a fleshlight. Literally, dragging you up and down his cock just like if you were the toy. You've lost track of time for how long he's been using you like this, your face pressed into his huge chest and your eyes rolled back in pleasure. His gorgeous blues are glazed and unfocused, and when your mind gets a moment to form a coherent thought, you're happy to see him so relaxed.

MORTARION - You are the only person he's willing to be around when he's in rut. Nobody else. It's you he belongs to. You're the only one worthy of seeing it. Just as you are his. His to love. To fertilize and impregnate. You make your adoration clear to him even as he holds you down to keep your from squirming too much. Pressing kisses all along his lips and neck and jawbone. You wrap your legs around his hips and give him the most whorish moans as he buries his length deep between your legs. He growls in your ear that you're his, that he's going to stain your womb with his seed to mark that you're his as his thrusts grow more erratic. You tell him there's nobody else you'd rather belong to. You tell him how good he makes you feel, how much you love him. As he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight to him as he finally cums, you whisper in his ear what a good father you know he's going to be.

MAGNUS - It's not enough for him to merely fuck you while he's in rut. It's not even enough for him to just knock you up. No, for him, he'll make your very soul orgasm if possible. And with the combination of a mind like his and psyker powers, he can get pretty creative with his methods. You can feel a pair of hands holding your hips and another holding up your face and neck. Coincidentally you also feel a pair of cocks working your pussy and mouth. Spit runs down your chin and your lubricant stains your thighs. Getting fucked at both ends simultaneously as not exactly what you were expecting, but you could hardly complain. Both of them moan, purring and cooing to you about how good you look taking them both. The most you can give in response is a nod of assent around his meat in your mouth. But he is a psyker. He knows how much you're loving this and craving more.

HORUS - Your beloved Warmaster, unlike some of his siblings, thoroughly enjoys his rut. A shameless excuse for him to show off to you just how well he can fuck you. He holds you up in a full nelson, his arms pinning your legs as he thrusts up into you. Nibbling at your neck and praising you for being so good and obedient for him while he breeds you. Your favorite part however, aside from being packed full of your husband's manhood, is the mirror. On one wall of his bedchamber is a full length mirror, which you were energetically fornicating in front of. You can watch him rail you and see his cum and your lubricant dripping out. And you love watching it. With how much he fills you and how wide his cock stretches you. The smug look in his eyes as you writhe in his arms and see how good of a job he does at making you fall apart. His arms shift, one now holding both legs while the other lifts your chin so you get a better view.

LORGAR - Even in this state he still wants to worship you. You swear he gets off more on getting you off sometimes than he does with anything else. With the rut making him far more dominant than he usually is, it's become far less of a theory. He's very attentive to you, after all. He knows exactly how to work you with those long, slim fingers and can play you like a lute on a bad day. On a good one? He makes you sing hymns. Like he's doing now, hitting all your tender spots, rubbing your clit or kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples. Making you cum over and over again until you're an overstimulated puddle sitting on his cock, praying for him to keep going and fill you up with his seed.

VULKAN - He becomes just like the dragon of his legion during his ruts. Protective, jealous of any other men who even look in your direction, although he tries very hard to reign it in. He's always gentle with you still, loving instead of overbearing. He'll slip you little handmade gifts, checking after your welfare. Generally much tenderness and love. At least, when you're not stuck between him and his anvil getting hammered like a piece of metal. You feel him tap your cervix on every stroke. Like the rest of his brothers, it's a need. To see you full of his seed, to make you fat with his sons. You're not leaving until he's sure you're pregnant. And he's eager to see it, your beloved drake. Pressing kisses to your forehead and lips, telling you how your children will be the best thing he's made on this anvil.

CORVUS CORAX - He's made a nest out of bedding for the two of you. When you're not busy with more illicit activities or caring for yourselves, he's cuddling you close, the two of your curled under a blanket of silky black feathers. But that's when you're not busy. Most of the time you most certainly are, clutched in Corvus's embrace as he ruts into you. More often than not you wake up to him having already buried his cock between your legs, spreading your thighs wide open and chirping in delight as he sees you wake up. You don't mind, of course. In fact you looking forward to waking up to his touch, and he's sure to ask you every day if you're ok with him doing it. He might be a bit of a broody man, but you're his beloved hen and the soon to be mother of children, and your comfort is important to him. And it's hard not to enjoy waking up already filled with a few loads of his cum settling in your womb.

ALPHARIUS - Two cocks. He has got two cocks. Hemipenes. Apparently Omegon has them too, but you haven't seen them. You are Alpharius's and only his, as he is all to happy to make very clear to you. The twins share a lot, you've noticed. Which makes sense, they're twins after all. They've even shared women on occasion, serfs they've both taken a liking to, but you are different. Alpharius loves you, and you are all his, his one and dearest. The rut makes him even more possessive, not that you mind. In fact you find it sweet. And not that you have much of a chance of running into Omegon while your husband is in rut anyway, since you hardly leave his bed except for necessities. He's busy pounding you, stuffing you full with one cock, then the other. Sometimes he'll jam you up with both. You're always stretched and gaping after that little move. But you always end up asking him to do it again.

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