#khornite x reader

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥

“Alright, hear me out of this First awakened chaos god… Let’s see how I do after being sick, lol.” - Ichor

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Who knew the God of Blood had an… interest in a mere, humane mortal?

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @marcela2000.

TW // None.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

The God of Blood was never one to take an interest in minuscule things. He was known for more heavy things like violence, war, blood and skulls. Not sunshine and rainbows or the foul pleasures of the Slaanesh and the idiocy of Tzeentch. Nurgle was… alright, but he prefers more blood than puss and shit being thrown about the battlefield. He wants skulls and blood! Spines flying across the battlefield! To feel the heat of battle dance across his chest!

Well, until he set his sights upon you. A fine human of your species. Crafted by the hands of humanity itself. Your body fragile but strong against the aliments the chaos gods may bring upon you. Your own will hard to break against his soft whispers in your ear as he try’s to sway you into his side.

He, of course, still loves the thrill of the battle and blood, but trying to sway you also? It brings a strange, heated feeling through his torso. It… it almost confuses him. Was this Slaanesh trying to get on his nerves? Trying to present him a human figure that he has an… intrigue in? Surely it was? You don’t smell like you’re coated in Slaanesh though… You’re of mankind. Created of mankind, yet not of the Emperor…

What a strange human you are…

However, your resistance nor the Slaanesh tricks will sway him from you. He will conquer, like he always has. He was the first, therefore, he will be the first to tempt you to him by any cost. Whether it would be by soft whispers, phantom touches, hallucinations or even presenting you bloody skulls. He’s dedicated on having what he wants. He almost wonders if this is how Nurgle felt when chasing after Isha? No, Khorne doesn’t chase. He sits upon his throne and watches the chaos turn in his favor. He’s not chasing you, and he is not.

He hasn’t moved from his throne every time he’s trying to tempt you. His patience rather huge for a God of Violence. His talon-like gauntlets simply tapping on the arm of his throne with a rhythm. Feeling how the blood of mortals below empower him every moment, every second. His eyes of flame never blinking to savor the acts committed to worship him. His eternal acts of brutality never calming as he continually annoys you with his enticement.

Only when you turn to him, not falter, does he lighten up his lure. His eyes setting upon your tiny frame that suddenly appears at the foot of his throne. The tapping on the arm of his throne stopping as he observes you in the flesh.

Such a… small thing you are. So full of resistance. Your eyes… fearful of him. That expected, but he feels indifferent about it. He didn’t bring you to him to make you feel such. Though, he almost feels… pitiful for you.

Here you stand, frozen, and at the foot of a true Gods throne. Your own will breaking at just the sight of him as soon as you lost a piece of your petty resistance to him. He probably would have laughed if he wasn’t mature. Thats what the other gods do.

His figure leans over his throne to look at you more closely. The simple movement of him cause a bit of a shock as the area around him seems to go quite as if the galaxy was holding their breath. A huff of unneeded, hot breath washing over you that feels like hell just flew over you, and perhaps it did with how the monstrous being bringing forth his gauntlet and grasp you within it. The… metal? Skin? Of the God feeling cold against your own frame despite the raging fires around you.

Surprisingly, the being of murder doesn’t squish you to a pulp but rather the opposite. He sets you upon his lap: more accurately his thigh and simply just… leaves you there. Nothing more becoming of you. You’re just… there, upon one of the most feared gods in the entire universe.

Admittedly, the God himself didn’t know what he really just did himself, but it was now clear to others that you have become a trophy or perhaps… something more? It was really unclear of what he thinks of you, but you suppose this is a better fate than being a food source…

Khorne keeps you there for quite sometime thoug, eternally really. Fulfilling his and sometimes your own reasonable desires like your silly food and water consumption. Your weird little temperature balancing, (which is just all the more reason to keep you close to him to keep cool.) Yet, for a god a Violence. He doesn’t seem to… force things. Sexual or not. It like he doesn’t really have an interest in it? Which is also reasonable considering he doesn’t like Slaanesh, but he does indulge. Imagine the face on Slaanesh after they find out he does, in fact, get laid? That thought greatly amuses him. You can tell too with how… light everything around him gets. Something akin to a weight being lifted off your shoulders.

The tip of his gauntlet tap against a small skull as he thinks about you. Indulging in things he never really has never tried before, and it brings him a sense of… longing. You seemed rather… content in his presence and he was too in yours. It was strange but not in a… “bad” way. He wishes for the same thing to happen again as he looks over his area once more. Yet, he has learned about another cruel reality of the universe as his talons softly stroke the skull underneath his hand.

Tzeentch has offered him help, but he’s not sure he could trust the words of the all-knowing. He knows there are side deals to the cost of deals. Slaanesh was just a horny bitch about it, further angering him of that foul creation, and Nurgle seemed… sympathetic, in a way. He once again feels indifferent about everything.

[kit-williams]

-hands payment type of your choosing-

I'll have one ticket to the 'Lamenters/Blood Angels being able to smell and/or consume menstrual blood, possibly even having a preference for it or maybe just liking that they can get blood without killing their favorite person' please. Feel free to toy with it at your leisure, I will enjoy anything you make even somewhat close to this topic >:D

and of course take your time, I'm just putting this in the box for whenever/if you want to write the idea

And you get the honor of seeing the latest OC... A Khornite Lamenter of the Red Corsairs... Berserker Varial Blood-drinker or also known as Varial the Insatiable.

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog

tw: somnophilia, blood, idk do I put slavery and limb loss because that just feels par for the course for 40k

"Cherish?" Varial's rage rotted mind woke up to the smell of sweet blood and instantly called out for his reward.

The maimed slave known as 'Cherish' was asleep next to her master. Varial had to maim her or else she would end up like other Cherish's that did not obey and it would leave him inconsolable. How his jaws clamped down on one of her legs. He did not like it when his Cherished screamed... it brought up painful memories... all their screams did. Her leg was healing up nicely but his room smelt of blood.

He moved over to the locked door sniffing the seams wondering if they were trying to lure him out... no the door was still locked. Panic rushed into his rage rotted mind as he went over to Cherish, her hair kept short to keep it out of the way of his mouth, did he bite her? She whined at his rough handling... then why did he smell Cherish's blood?

A memory floated through the miasma of rage that often occupied his mind. Back upon Badab a slave explaining why she smelt of blood and ways she could relieve it. The dirty threadbare outfit that Cherish wore was lifted up as Varial his nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of old blood... old tissue... mixed with her feminine discharge of that acidic crevice of her body. Moments where words wanted to come to him yet flee him upset the corrupted Lamenter as he could remember poetic songlike prose spilling from his mouth with ease now he struggles to string sentences together... but the price he must pay for the thirst to be quenched and his foul luck kept at bay.

A long slow lick up his beloved Cherish's thighs licking up the smeared blood there before he stuck his tongue deep between her folds. She mewled so sweetly... he always picked good Cherishs' who made such good noises for him... made Varial feel so good... His warped mouth opens up just a little too wide as his mutated black tongue pushes deep inside. Arousal burns in his nose as her fingers grip the bedding tightly as she moans still stuck in a haze of sleep. Globs of sheded lining cling to his tongue as he pulls it back into his maw and snapping his jaws in a pleased motion before repeating his intrusion into her woman hood.

"Cherish!" He trills pleased by her; He cherished her... he cherished her... that's all he could remember at times was his need to cherish a mortal... they only let him have one mortal at a time to cherish. Talons push into the flesh of her thighs as he feasts on the blood offering. "Cherish!" He trills again getting excited.

"Varial!" A voice hisses on the vox causing him to look to the door. It was his handler. "Stupid thing..." he hears the fellow traitor astartes mumble, "We're going to need you planet side to scare the mortals." Varial did not care... his Cherish was bleeding for him and his head dipped back between her thighs to listen to her breathy whimpers. "VARIAL stop acting like some pussy drunk Slaaneshi-"

The cord snapped hard as his body slammed into the door it holding but barely finally startling his Cherish awake as she scrambled to the corner, pleasing Varial as her blood smeared onto his pillow. He snarled and snapped his maw at the vox caster before turning around to grab the splotchy red helm where faded yellow paint could be seen between the chipping red paint.

"Cherish!" He says again reaching out to her and pulling her into a hug and nuzzling her head, "Be good. Stay. Come back soon." His rough unnaturally deepened voice clips out those basic sentences as anymore he turns into a snarling mess. She just nodded weakly as he puts her in his spot in the bed before heading over to the door. At least he had something to quench his thirst. Lest he try to take a bit of his handler... oh... he would eventually run out of luck but Varial was patient... he could wait to taste astartes blood on his tongue.

[kit-williams]

Chaos Sanguinius

MOODY YOUR FAULT

(Maybe another day I'll do a true Incubi Sanguinius but today is not that day)

((ALSO SURPRISE MOTHER FUCKERS MOMRAD CAN WRITE SOMETHING NONSEXUAL)) (((Sorta)))

Tags: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

tw: Blood

Thank you @squishyowl for the dividers

You laid bound and gagged in the room... the lord of Blood had returned victorious which meant Eighty Eight people were drained of their blood for him to engorge allowing the Lord of the Blood Angels to engorge on Eight hundred liters of blood which would usually sate his thirst. You hardly knew a thing... never even seen the lord... but you laid there on the floor bound and gagged... wrists tied and blindfolded. You had spent all your tears long ago as the room got quieter and quieter.

You whimper as you are grabbed and carried... the smell of iron is so strong as is the smell of something else... you think its the smell of the Astartes... you feel several get close as jaws snap near your ears but soon much larger hands pick you up and you feel clawed hands delicately move over your throat. He coos at you, "You might just survive this yet little bird... I only need a few liters from you... some of your fellows had so much blood to give." The strong male voice says as you just sob again feeling a tongue run over the hollow of your throat... a large mouth wrapping around most of your neck... he could rip your throat out but right now he was licking and sucking on your neck.

You feel your bindings break with such ease, the painfully tightly knots sliced with his claws and you're scared as you keep your eyes closed when the removes the blindfold. A light and airy chuckle graces your ears, "Open your eyes little bird." He demands... and you obey.

The breath you were holding leaves you... as a beautiful man looks down at you... Deep Crimson curls run past his shoulders.... His crimson eyes glowing bright as fresh blood was running down his chin... your eyes glanced behind him as you saw movement of large blood red wings; your eyes fail to see how red his teeth are. "There we go." He praised as claws run under your chin as he looks at you like you're some timid prey creature in the jaws of a predator. "Such pretty eyes you have." He coos to you as you are utterly entranced by his handsome face... but the crunching behind your head makes you pull your eyes away to look over your shoulder- "Ahh I wouldn't look little bird... my son's are... feasting right now."

You kept your eyes on Sanguinius as it was a Charnel house behind you as blood ran down naked and mutated torsos but you sat in the lap of the blood soaked primarch just watching him glance away from you occasionally... speak with such prose in his voice but the loud cacophony of voices behind you has you scrambling close to hide. You had almost forgotten why you were here... his touch so soft... a gentle hand that you had long forgotten what it felt like.

"May... may I ask something?" You say softly.

"Of course little bird." He coos as engorging himself with so much blood is a challenge so it was always nice to end on such a sweet treat.

"What... what... what happens if I live?"

Sanguinius paused... as it was not often that there was usually some to spare... spare enough in their body to live... "Well little bird... you become a treat. You'll be taken care of... pampered but your blood belongs to me... perhaps I'll have my apothocaries get you to produce extra blood like a cow does with milk." He says with a dark chuckle as he caresses your chin with a thumb... his mouth moves to your neck as he kisses your pulse... licking the pulsing vein. "But those are fantasies for if you survive." He kisses your neck before kissing your chin and you whimper... "Yes little bird just let me take care of you... share your blood with me... come give me a kiss." He purrs in your ear as you continue to relax in his grip.

Your mouth brushes against his as his wing hide you from his sons. He always makes the last one feel special. You whimper as you melt into the kiss. His sharp teeth scraping your bottom lip as his hands rub your sides and again he chuckles, "Mmm such a sweet scent... and a sweet taste... I do hope your blood is as sweet as that swatch was." You purse your lips for a moment to ask but he bites your neck.

He drinks... and drinks... and drinks... and you grow weaker... and weaker... and weaker... till you slip into unconsciousness so easily... and not overly painful.

You felt warm... oh it was so nice and warm you whimpered at the feeling as everything felt fuzzy.

"There's my little bird." You heard the demon primarch say as your eyes slowly open as you're laying against him and you're wrapped in a soft blanket. You were confused... why would he have such thing but it's not your place to question him.

"You survived. So you have been rewarded to be my blood filled treat." You think he says... you feel so tired and dizzy still. "Little bird..."

"Hmmm?" You look up confused.

"Ahh still out of sorts... I was eager for you to wake up... as were my sons to see you not wake up. Such greedy boys but they love treats just as much as I do." He chuckles. "Return to sleep little bird and when you awaken I shall tell you of your duties to me."

You did not need to be told again as your eyes closed and sleep returned to you quickly.

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

The idea of a God almost solely focused on conflict coming to...not understand Love but at least find a human companion he enjoyed the company of.

And then implying he outlived them. Because that's life to an immortal being, the human was only around for a blink.

At least he has the memories.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥

“Alright, hear me out of this First awakened chaos god… Let’s see how I do after being sick, lol.” - Ichor

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Who knew the God of Blood had an… interest in a mere, humane mortal?

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @marcela2000.

TW // None.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

The God of Blood was never one to take an interest in minuscule things. He was known for more heavy things like violence, war, blood and skulls. Not sunshine and rainbows or the foul pleasures of the Slaanesh and the idiocy of Tzeentch. Nurgle was… alright, but he prefers more blood than puss and shit being thrown about the battlefield. He wants skulls and blood! Spines flying across the battlefield! To feel the heat of battle dance across his chest!

Well, until he set his sights upon you. A fine human of your species. Crafted by the hands of humanity itself. Your body fragile but strong against the aliments the chaos gods may bring upon you. Your own will hard to break against his soft whispers in your ear as he try’s to sway you into his side.

He, of course, still loves the thrill of the battle and blood, but trying to sway you also? It brings a strange, heated feeling through his torso. It… it almost confuses him. Was this Slaanesh trying to get on his nerves? Trying to present him a human figure that he has an… intrigue in? Surely it was? You don’t smell like you’re coated in Slaanesh though… You’re of mankind. Created of mankind, yet not of the Emperor…

What a strange human you are…

However, your resistance nor the Slaanesh tricks will sway him from you. He will conquer, like he always has. He was the first, therefore, he will be the first to tempt you to him by any cost. Whether it would be by soft whispers, phantom touches, hallucinations or even presenting you bloody skulls. He’s dedicated on having what he wants. He almost wonders if this is how Nurgle felt when chasing after Isha? No, Khorne doesn’t chase. He sits upon his throne and watches the chaos turn in his favor. He’s not chasing you, and he is not.

He hasn’t moved from his throne every time he’s trying to tempt you. His patience rather huge for a God of Violence. His talon-like gauntlets simply tapping on the arm of his throne with a rhythm. Feeling how the blood of mortals below empower him every moment, every second. His eyes of flame never blinking to savor the acts committed to worship him. His eternal acts of brutality never calming as he continually annoys you with his enticement.

Only when you turn to him, not falter, does he lighten up his lure. His eyes setting upon your tiny frame that suddenly appears at the foot of his throne. The tapping on the arm of his throne stopping as he observes you in the flesh.

Such a… small thing you are. So full of resistance. Your eyes… fearful of him. That expected, but he feels indifferent about it. He didn’t bring you to him to make you feel such. Though, he almost feels… pitiful for you.

Here you stand, frozen, and at the foot of a true Gods throne. Your own will breaking at just the sight of him as soon as you lost a piece of your petty resistance to him. He probably would have laughed if he wasn’t mature. Thats what the other gods do.

His figure leans over his throne to look at you more closely. The simple movement of him cause a bit of a shock as the area around him seems to go quite as if the galaxy was holding their breath. A huff of unneeded, hot breath washing over you that feels like hell just flew over you, and perhaps it did with how the monstrous being bringing forth his gauntlet and grasp you within it. The… metal? Skin? Of the God feeling cold against your own frame despite the raging fires around you.

Surprisingly, the being of murder doesn’t squish you to a pulp but rather the opposite. He sets you upon his lap: more accurately his thigh and simply just… leaves you there. Nothing more becoming of you. You’re just… there, upon one of the most feared gods in the entire universe.

Admittedly, the God himself didn’t know what he really just did himself, but it was now clear to others that you have become a trophy or perhaps… something more? It was really unclear of what he thinks of you, but you suppose this is a better fate than being a food source…

Khorne keeps you there for quite sometime thoug, eternally really. Fulfilling his and sometimes your own reasonable desires like your silly food and water consumption. Your weird little temperature balancing, (which is just all the more reason to keep you close to him to keep cool.) Yet, for a god a Violence. He doesn’t seem to… force things. Sexual or not. It like he doesn’t really have an interest in it? Which is also reasonable considering he doesn’t like Slaanesh, but he does indulge. Imagine the face on Slaanesh after they find out he does, in fact, get laid? That thought greatly amuses him. You can tell too with how… light everything around him gets. Something akin to a weight being lifted off your shoulders.

The tip of his gauntlet tap against a small skull as he thinks about you. Indulging in things he never really has never tried before, and it brings him a sense of… longing. You seemed rather… content in his presence and he was too in yours. It was strange but not in a… “bad” way. He wishes for the same thing to happen again as he looks over his area once more. Yet, he has learned about another cruel reality of the universe as his talons softly stroke the skull underneath his hand.

Tzeentch has offered him help, but he’s not sure he could trust the words of the all-knowing. He knows there are side deals to the cost of deals. Slaanesh was just a horny bitch about it, further angering him of that foul creation, and Nurgle seemed… sympathetic, in a way. He once again feels indifferent about everything.

[egrets-not-regrets]

Khorne trying to understand love and comes to term how short a human lifespan is, is an interesting concept. They do say "love is like a battlefield." so with that in mind, that probably makes sense to the God of Blood. He did get to 'conquer' you first. I like that we get to see his attitude towards the rest of the chaos gods. He's not wrong.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥

“Alright, hear me out of this First awakened chaos god… Let’s see how I do after being sick, lol.” - Ichor

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Who knew the God of Blood had an… interest in a mere, humane mortal?

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @marcela2000.

TW // None.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

The God of Blood was never one to take an interest in minuscule things. He was known for more heavy things like violence, war, blood and skulls. Not sunshine and rainbows or the foul pleasures of the Slaanesh and the idiocy of Tzeentch. Nurgle was… alright, but he prefers more blood than puss and shit being thrown about the battlefield. He wants skulls and blood! Spines flying across the battlefield! To feel the heat of battle dance across his chest!

Well, until he set his sights upon you. A fine human of your species. Crafted by the hands of humanity itself. Your body fragile but strong against the aliments the chaos gods may bring upon you. Your own will hard to break against his soft whispers in your ear as he try’s to sway you into his side.

He, of course, still loves the thrill of the battle and blood, but trying to sway you also? It brings a strange, heated feeling through his torso. It… it almost confuses him. Was this Slaanesh trying to get on his nerves? Trying to present him a human figure that he has an… intrigue in? Surely it was? You don’t smell like you’re coated in Slaanesh though… You’re of mankind. Created of mankind, yet not of the Emperor…

What a strange human you are…

However, your resistance nor the Slaanesh tricks will sway him from you. He will conquer, like he always has. He was the first, therefore, he will be the first to tempt you to him by any cost. Whether it would be by soft whispers, phantom touches, hallucinations or even presenting you bloody skulls. He’s dedicated on having what he wants. He almost wonders if this is how Nurgle felt when chasing after Isha? No, Khorne doesn’t chase. He sits upon his throne and watches the chaos turn in his favor. He’s not chasing you, and he is not.

He hasn’t moved from his throne every time he’s trying to tempt you. His patience rather huge for a God of Violence. His talon-like gauntlets simply tapping on the arm of his throne with a rhythm. Feeling how the blood of mortals below empower him every moment, every second. His eyes of flame never blinking to savor the acts committed to worship him. His eternal acts of brutality never calming as he continually annoys you with his enticement.

Only when you turn to him, not falter, does he lighten up his lure. His eyes setting upon your tiny frame that suddenly appears at the foot of his throne. The tapping on the arm of his throne stopping as he observes you in the flesh.

Such a… small thing you are. So full of resistance. Your eyes… fearful of him. That expected, but he feels indifferent about it. He didn’t bring you to him to make you feel such. Though, he almost feels… pitiful for you.

Here you stand, frozen, and at the foot of a true Gods throne. Your own will breaking at just the sight of him as soon as you lost a piece of your petty resistance to him. He probably would have laughed if he wasn’t mature. Thats what the other gods do.

His figure leans over his throne to look at you more closely. The simple movement of him cause a bit of a shock as the area around him seems to go quite as if the galaxy was holding their breath. A huff of unneeded, hot breath washing over you that feels like hell just flew over you, and perhaps it did with how the monstrous being bringing forth his gauntlet and grasp you within it. The… metal? Skin? Of the God feeling cold against your own frame despite the raging fires around you.

Surprisingly, the being of murder doesn’t squish you to a pulp but rather the opposite. He sets you upon his lap: more accurately his thigh and simply just… leaves you there. Nothing more becoming of you. You’re just… there, upon one of the most feared gods in the entire universe.

Admittedly, the God himself didn’t know what he really just did himself, but it was now clear to others that you have become a trophy or perhaps… something more? It was really unclear of what he thinks of you, but you suppose this is a better fate than being a food source…

Khorne keeps you there for quite sometime thoug, eternally really. Fulfilling his and sometimes your own reasonable desires like your silly food and water consumption. Your weird little temperature balancing, (which is just all the more reason to keep you close to him to keep cool.) Yet, for a god a Violence. He doesn’t seem to… force things. Sexual or not. It like he doesn’t really have an interest in it? Which is also reasonable considering he doesn’t like Slaanesh, but he does indulge. Imagine the face on Slaanesh after they find out he does, in fact, get laid? That thought greatly amuses him. You can tell too with how… light everything around him gets. Something akin to a weight being lifted off your shoulders.

The tip of his gauntlet tap against a small skull as he thinks about you. Indulging in things he never really has never tried before, and it brings him a sense of… longing. You seemed rather… content in his presence and he was too in yours. It was strange but not in a… “bad” way. He wishes for the same thing to happen again as he looks over his area once more. Yet, he has learned about another cruel reality of the universe as his talons softly stroke the skull underneath his hand.

Tzeentch has offered him help, but he’s not sure he could trust the words of the all-knowing. He knows there are side deals to the cost of deals. Slaanesh was just a horny bitch about it, further angering him of that foul creation, and Nurgle seemed… sympathetic, in a way. He once again feels indifferent about everything.

[egrets-not-regrets]

Oh no! Gonna be turned in the forever CapriSun. 🧃

Chaos Sanguinius

MOODY YOUR FAULT

(Maybe another day I'll do a true Incubi Sanguinius but today is not that day)

((ALSO SURPRISE MOTHER FUCKERS MOMRAD CAN WRITE SOMETHING NONSEXUAL)) (((Sorta)))

Tags: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

tw: Blood

Thank you @squishyowl for the dividers

You laid bound and gagged in the room... the lord of Blood had returned victorious which meant Eighty Eight people were drained of their blood for him to engorge allowing the Lord of the Blood Angels to engorge on Eight hundred liters of blood which would usually sate his thirst. You hardly knew a thing... never even seen the lord... but you laid there on the floor bound and gagged... wrists tied and blindfolded. You had spent all your tears long ago as the room got quieter and quieter.

You whimper as you are grabbed and carried... the smell of iron is so strong as is the smell of something else... you think its the smell of the Astartes... you feel several get close as jaws snap near your ears but soon much larger hands pick you up and you feel clawed hands delicately move over your throat. He coos at you, "You might just survive this yet little bird... I only need a few liters from you... some of your fellows had so much blood to give." The strong male voice says as you just sob again feeling a tongue run over the hollow of your throat... a large mouth wrapping around most of your neck... he could rip your throat out but right now he was licking and sucking on your neck.

You feel your bindings break with such ease, the painfully tightly knots sliced with his claws and you're scared as you keep your eyes closed when the removes the blindfold. A light and airy chuckle graces your ears, "Open your eyes little bird." He demands... and you obey.

The breath you were holding leaves you... as a beautiful man looks down at you... Deep Crimson curls run past his shoulders.... His crimson eyes glowing bright as fresh blood was running down his chin... your eyes glanced behind him as you saw movement of large blood red wings; your eyes fail to see how red his teeth are. "There we go." He praised as claws run under your chin as he looks at you like you're some timid prey creature in the jaws of a predator. "Such pretty eyes you have." He coos to you as you are utterly entranced by his handsome face... but the crunching behind your head makes you pull your eyes away to look over your shoulder- "Ahh I wouldn't look little bird... my son's are... feasting right now."

You kept your eyes on Sanguinius as it was a Charnel house behind you as blood ran down naked and mutated torsos but you sat in the lap of the blood soaked primarch just watching him glance away from you occasionally... speak with such prose in his voice but the loud cacophony of voices behind you has you scrambling close to hide. You had almost forgotten why you were here... his touch so soft... a gentle hand that you had long forgotten what it felt like.

"May... may I ask something?" You say softly.

"Of course little bird." He coos as engorging himself with so much blood is a challenge so it was always nice to end on such a sweet treat.

"What... what... what happens if I live?"

Sanguinius paused... as it was not often that there was usually some to spare... spare enough in their body to live... "Well little bird... you become a treat. You'll be taken care of... pampered but your blood belongs to me... perhaps I'll have my apothocaries get you to produce extra blood like a cow does with milk." He says with a dark chuckle as he caresses your chin with a thumb... his mouth moves to your neck as he kisses your pulse... licking the pulsing vein. "But those are fantasies for if you survive." He kisses your neck before kissing your chin and you whimper... "Yes little bird just let me take care of you... share your blood with me... come give me a kiss." He purrs in your ear as you continue to relax in his grip.

Your mouth brushes against his as his wing hide you from his sons. He always makes the last one feel special. You whimper as you melt into the kiss. His sharp teeth scraping your bottom lip as his hands rub your sides and again he chuckles, "Mmm such a sweet scent... and a sweet taste... I do hope your blood is as sweet as that swatch was." You purse your lips for a moment to ask but he bites your neck.

He drinks... and drinks... and drinks... and you grow weaker... and weaker... and weaker... till you slip into unconsciousness so easily... and not overly painful.

You felt warm... oh it was so nice and warm you whimpered at the feeling as everything felt fuzzy.

"There's my little bird." You heard the demon primarch say as your eyes slowly open as you're laying against him and you're wrapped in a soft blanket. You were confused... why would he have such thing but it's not your place to question him.

"You survived. So you have been rewarded to be my blood filled treat." You think he says... you feel so tired and dizzy still. "Little bird..."

"Hmmm?" You look up confused.

"Ahh still out of sorts... I was eager for you to wake up... as were my sons to see you not wake up. Such greedy boys but they love treats just as much as I do." He chuckles. "Return to sleep little bird and when you awaken I shall tell you of your duties to me."

You did not need to be told again as your eyes closed and sleep returned to you quickly.