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madammaria · 1 day ago

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Can I have Mournival x Reader with somnophilia, please ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

#Oh no, the Mournival finds Reader is drunk and sleep on their bed, what would they do?

#Sure they don't do heretic things, right?

#Lmao, no

#Mournival x F!Reader (Reader is Imperial Agent)

#Today's menu: Ezekyle Abaddon, Horus Aximand, Tarik Torgaddon, Hastur Sejanus, Garviel Loken.

#Warning: NSFW, non-con, somnophilia,...

Hastur Sejanus

Sejanus approached cautiously, his enhanced senses picking up your soft breathing and the faint scent of your arousal mixed with the alcohol. His cock twitched in his armor, already hardening at the sight of your form.

Carefully, he stroked your hair. The silky strands slipped through his fingers as he marveled at how delicate you seemed compared to his massive hand. You stirred slightly but didn't wake, your lips parting with a soft sigh.

That small sound was his undoing. Sejanus felt his control snap as lust overtook him. With practiced ease, he removed the lower half of his armor, freeing his massive cock. It sprang forth, already dripping with pre-cum, the head angry and purple with need.

He positioned himself at the edge of the bed, his cock level with your face. Gently, he used his thumb to part your lips. The warmth of your breath ghosted over his sensitive flesh, sending shivers down his spine.

Slowly, carefully, Sejanus eased the head of his cock into your mouth. Your lips stretched obscenely around his girth, barely able to accommodate even the tip. He groaned softly, fighting the urge to thrust deeper.

Your tongue moved unconsciously, lapping at the intruder in your mouth. The wet heat was exquisite, your small mouth providing delicious friction. Sejanus began to rock his hips ever so slightly, working more of his length into your welcoming orifice.

He marveled at the sight of your stretched lips, how tiny you looked compared to his massive frame. Your throat bulged visibly as he pushed deeper, the tight passage massaging his length.

Sejanus tangled his fingers in your hair, using it as an anchor as he fucked your mouth with slow, shallow thrusts. He was careful not to go too deep, not wanting to choke you and risk waking you up. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth filled the room, punctuated by his low groans of pleasure.

Pre-cum and saliva dribbled from the corners of your mouth, coating your chin and neck. The sight was obscene and beautiful, driving Sejanus wild with lust. He increased his pace slightly, feeling his orgasm building.

Your body responded even in sleep, your throat working to swallow around his intrusion. The rippling muscles sent waves of pleasure through Sejanus, drawing him closer and closer to the edge.

With a final, deep thrust, Sejanus came. His massive cock pulsed, pumping load after load of thick cum directly down your throat. He held himself there, buried in your mouth, as you unconsciously swallowed his seed.

When the last aftershocks faded, Sejanus carefully withdrew. A trail of cum and saliva connected his softening cock to your swollen lips. He watched, fascinated, as a small dribble of white escaped the corner of your mouth.

Using his thumb, Sejanus gently wiped away the evidence of his release. You stirred slightly, mumbling something unintelligible before settling back into deep sleep.

Horus Aximand

The scent of alcohol hung heavy in the air, mingling with your natural musk. Aximand's enhanced senses picked up every nuance, from the slight parting of your full lips to the gentle rise and fall of your chest. His cock stirred, straining against his armor.

With trembling hands, he removed his gauntlets, letting them fall to the floor with a muffled thud. You didn't stir. Emboldened, Aximand approached the bed, his towering form casting a shadow over your sleeping figure.

He reached out, calloused fingers ghosting along the soft curve of your cheek. A low groan escaped him at the contact. Your skin was silk beneath his touch, warm and inviting. He traced the line of your jaw, down the elegant column of your throat, feeling your pulse flutter beneath his fingertips.

Leaning down, Aximand pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss. He savored the taste of you, tongue darting out to explore. The lingering sweetness of wine mingled with something uniquely you. It was intoxicating.

His kisses grew more passionate, more demanding. He nipped at your lower lip, sucking it between his teeth. His hand slid lower, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your robes. He felt your nipple harden against his palm, and a primal growl rumbled in his chest.

Aximand's other hand trailed down your body, pushing aside the folds of your garment to expose your smooth thighs. He caressed the soft skin there, inching ever closer to your core. When his fingers finally brushed against your pussy lips, he groaned at finding you already slick with arousal.

He circled your clit with his thumb, applying gentle pressure. Even in sleep, your body responded, your hips shifting slightly. Encouraged, Aximand slid a thick finger into your tight heat.

"Fuck," he breathed, feeling your walls clench around him. He pumped his finger slowly, adding a second to stretch you further. His thumb continued its assault on your clit, working in tandem to build your pleasure.

Your breathing quickened, soft whimpers escaping your parted lips. Aximand increased his pace, curling his fingers to hit that spot deep inside you. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in another searing kiss as he fingered you relentlessly.

Your body tensed, back arching off the bed as you came with a muffled cry. Aximand felt your pussy spasm around his fingers, coating them in your juices. He worked you through the orgasm, only slowing when you settled back onto the mattress with a contented sigh.

Withdrawing his hand, Aximand brought his glistening fingers to his lips. He inhaled deeply, savoring your musky scent before sucking them clean. The taste of you exploded across his tongue, and he groaned in satisfaction.

His cock throbbed painfully, demanding attention. There were so many things he wanted to do to your unconscious form. He imagined burying himself in your tight heat, feeling your walls stretch to accommodate his massive length. He pictured your small body bouncing on his lap as he fucked up into you mercilessly.

Aximand's hand drifted to the fastenings of his armor, ready to free his aching erection.

Tarik Torgaddon

The room spun around him as he steadied himself against the wall, his enhanced physiology already working to burn off the alcohol.

Your petite form sprawled across his bed, dead to the world. Your clothes were disheveled, barely covering your curves. The scent of alcohol wafted from your parted lips.

Torgaddon's cock hardened instantly, straining against his armor. With clumsy fingers, he began removing his gear, letting each piece clatter to the floor. His mind clouded with lust and booze, any thoughts of propriety or consent were washed away by a tidal wave of need.

You didn't stir as he roughly yanked your clothes off, tearing fabric in his haste. He paused for a moment to admire your body, so small and fragile compared to his Astartes frame.

Unable to wait any longer, Torgaddon grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. He spread your ass cheeks, revealing your tight pussy. Without hesitation, he lined up his cock and slammed forward.

Your unconscious body jerked as Torgaddon's massive length forced its way inside your unprepared cunt. He groaned at the exquisite tightness, your inner walls stretching to accommodate his girth.

"So tight." he grunted, beginning to thrust with brutal force.

Each powerful stroke drove Torgaddon deeper, until he felt the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. The bed creaked and groaned under the assault, threatening to collapse from the Astartes' inhuman strength.

Your limp form bounced with each thrust, your small breasts jiggling. Drool leaked from your slack mouth, soaking the pillow beneath your face. Still, you didn't wake, your alcohol-induced stupor was too deep to penetrate.

Torgaddon's pace increased, his hips a blur as he rutted into your unresponsive body. Sweat dripped from his broad chest, landing on your back. He gripped your waist hard enough to leave bruises, using the leverage to drive even deeper.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by Torgaddon's grunts and groans. He could feel his orgasm building, a white-hot pressure in his balls.

With a moaning, Torgaddon hilted himself fully inside your pussy. His cock swelled and pulsed as he came, pumping rope after rope of thick cum directly into your womb. The sheer volume of his release caused your belly to visibly distend.

Garviel Loken

Loken shook his head, trying to clear the fog of alcohol and lust. This was wrong. He should wake you, get you back to your own quarters. But his feet carried him closer to the bed instead.

Up close, he could smell you, a heady mix of alcohol, sweat, and something uniquely you. His enhanced senses picked up every detail, the slight part of your lips, the flutter of your eyelashes, the pulse beating steadily at your throat.

Almost without realizing it, Loken found himself kneeling beside the bed. His face was level with your thigh now. He licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry. Just a taste, he told himself. Just to see if you tasted as good as you smelled.

With trembling hands, he pushed your skirt higher. His breath caught as your pussy came into view, already glistening with arousal. Had you been dreaming of this? Of him?

Loken's cock throbbed painfully. He fumbled with the clasps of his armor, freeing his massive erection. It jutted out proudly, nearly as thick as your slender arm and almost as long.

He wrapped a hand around his shaft, giving it a few slow strokes as he leaned in closer to your pussy. The scent was intoxicating. His tongue darted out, lapping tentatively at your outer lips.

A low groan escaped him. You tasted even better than he'd imagined, tangy and sweet and uniquely you. All thoughts of propriety fled as Loken buried his face between your thighs.

His tongue explored every fold and crevice, lapping up your juices like a man dying of thirst. He sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Even unconscious, your body responded. Your hips twitched, pressing against his eager mouth.

Loken's hand moved faster on his cock, precum leaking steadily from the tip. He was so hard it almost hurt. Part of him wanted nothing more than to bury himself in your tight heat, to fuck you until you woke screaming his name.

But no. This was already more than he should be doing. He wouldn't take it further.

Instead, he redoubled his efforts with his tongue. It is curling to find that spot that makes you gasp and moan in your sleep. His other hand flew over his cock, balls drawing up tight as his orgasm approached.

Your inner walls fluttered around his tongue. Were you close too? The thought pushed Loken over the edge. He came with a muffled roar, hot spurts of cum painting your thigh and the side of the bed.

As the aftershocks faded, guilt and shame flooded in. What had he done? He quickly wiped away the evidence of his release, tugging your skirt back into place.

He should leave. Find somewhere else to sleep and let you wake up none the wiser.

But as he stood to go, his cock twitched back to life….

Ezekyle Abaddon

>be Abaddon

>return to quarters after long day of purging xenos

>find the agent passed out on bed

>wtf.jpg

>kick her ass out, no time for thots

>she stumbled into hallway, still half-asleep

>Horus appears

>sees that

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