#von valancius x marazhai

[spyridonya]

The White of his Teeth (WIP)

Fandom: Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader Pairing: Fem!Rogue Trader von Valancius/Marazhai Aezyrraesh (past and still pining Fem!Rogue Trader/Heinrix) Rating: Mature Triggers Warnings: Blood, death ... but probably not as graphic as it could be? Summary: The Asuryani do not kiss Mon-Keighs and surely Durkhari don't as well... so why is the former Dracon bending down to reach his former foe, Lady Katherine von Valancius? A retelling of the first romance scene. Notes: It could likely end here. WIP is more for editing than adding. But I could be persuaded.

The Durkhari moves like a shadow, like ink spilled on an ivory page, and Katherine watches, tasting copper on her tongue and blood dripping from her fingers. His boots crush over a skull, destroying the face of a child killer and she follows, the nobleman’s gore and brain staining the tracks they create as they move forward in the durkhari’s given hunting grounds.

It's all the same to Marazhai whom they kill, their screams all sound the same. It isn't entirely true to the Rogue Trader - so she's told herself a thousand times, even as the warm adrenaline sings through her veins. The voidborn clan who harbored here for countless generations have been relocated, and those who were dumped here were carefully selected.

A child killer, cultists who thought they could flicker away from her attention, rapists - from all walks of life. Some pale as she is while others the darlings of their soft green worlds.

Marazhai’s laughter echoes in the small quarters, akin to a lion's roar, the sound surprising her. Marazhai's so slim even with the armor bolted to his frame, and her waist is far thicker than his thighs, that the depth of his voice always surprised her but the laughter?

Where could he even hide such a sound?

The durkhari's head is thrown back as he howls with slaughter he deeply inhales the blood and the terror surrounding them, and Kadee can't help but be fascinated by how his body bends far beyond human capability with such sublime grace before he snaps forward and lunges at the feast before him. There's some pride within her as she watches the voidkin heretic last just a little longer under his blades, despite the crimes they've committed. Kin is kin, after all, no matter the ship they were born at. 

The blade draws out red blood: red, red, red. No different than the noble who stole the welling being and sanity of children. It’s just the noble is softer, weaker, and crumples much faster than the voidborn, and the hot spray of blood strikes her. 

Katherine doesn't flinch, the tang of copper pleasant in her nose and on her tongue and she tells herself not to lick her lips. 

"That's it!" The durkhari roars, "That's it!" He heaves, panting like a mad man, his eyes wide and and grin feral. He's not sober, she can fully tell that Marazhai isn't sober as he whips his head to look at her. "That mouth watering scent of blood, that thrilling wave of terror! This is what makes life worth living, this is what gives meaning to everything!"

Something moves, she catches it from the corner of her eye. It could be a rat. A cat. Perhaps a hand that twitches in death throes. Her heart hammers and sucks in the breath she lost in that moment of fear before she realizes she took her eyes off the xenos that dreamed of her death.

And then, Marazhai towers before her.

Katherine is not a small woman by any measure nor is she short, but her height is nothing compared to an Eldar. She feels like a small child despite the thrill that goes up her spine and the sheer fear that aids that building sensation of need as she stares into the tourisque fire of the durkhari's eyes. 

Marazhai’s smile is a leer and his lips are stained with blood against the white of his sharp teeth. 

"Katherine..." He bends over from that towering height and he reaches out for her and in that moment Katherine expects those white teeth to bite her face off and devour her like he's done everything else. The gleam of hunger in his eyes is there, she's not imagining it, but he's not hungry for food. 

The Rouge Trader is not entirely sure what his hunger is for, until Marazhai’s powerful clawed fingers grip her arms and dig into the muscle with a burning pain akin to the fire she controls. Katherine refuses to moan despite the sudden ache at the realization of what he wants.

"Do you feel this heat?" He growls, his voice barely reigned in and raw with lust, "The flame rendering you from within? Do you control this flame, too?" His deep, rapid breathing makes his form quiver with anticipation. "... are you pleased with me. Kitten?"

The voidborn catches the uncertainty in the tone, the lilt of hope on the durkhari's tongue, but she has no time to analyze it. Her hand reaches up, her strong fingers delicate against the hard and high cheek bone of his long and sharp features. "I am."

Marazhai pulls her close, lifting her from the floor, but the shock of being lifted is soon forgotten when his head dips further down and she expects teeth to tear the flesh off her face in his madness - or he was waiting for her to let her guard down the entire time.

After all, Asuryani do not kiss mon-keighs.   

There are teeth when his mouth covers her own in a ferocious thing that's almost a kiss.

The sharp edge of his teeth scrapes and breaks the skin of her lips open as his tongue snakes to taste the blood that rises to the surface before his long tongue curls around her own. One of his hands grips her hip before his fingers flexes into the muscle there and slides to dig his fingers into the fleshy cheek of her ass.  His other hand grips the nape of her neck. Both hands squeeze, the claws biting, a contrast to the heat of his mouth.

Marazhai holds her like Heinrix once did, as if he fears she could escape from this embrace, too.

She pushes that thought away, pushes the ache in her heart away - Heinrix already hates her enough as is, he’ll hate her even more, now.

Instead, Kadee closes her eyes as her fingers dig into the durkhari's metallic guard strapped to his jaw and across his chin. Her hand seeks the bones that hold up the dark sweep of his hair. Funny how it feels like silk as her fingers comb through it.

Marazhai picks that time to snarl against her lips and viciously bite them, worrying against the tender flesh of her lips to only moan in pleasure when her fingers clutch and yanks against his black hair, letting it wind around her fingers. Katherine’s thighs press against the sharpness of his armor, not caring if she's cut by it as she finally pulls off chin guard and exposes Marazhai’s pale throat.

Katherine doesn't hesitate as the thrill of the hunt becomes the thrill of flesh. Her mouth pulls away from the durkhari’s to latch at his throat, her blunt teeth catching, grinding, and tearing, and she feels the vibration of his delighted scream of her name and the thundering pulse of blood that tastes not quite copper on her lips.

[mafuyu777]

[4949tntn]

Heinrix bends down to meet RT's back, but Marazhai adjusts RT to his own line of sight.

[thatzombiecat]

Shards of destiny cut the deepest

A stylized commissioned artwork for wonderful @tiasmox and Olga Kellner, featuring their amazing OCs ❤ Marazhai Aezyrraesh and Rogue Trader Eskel von Valancius

[nananarc]

Compilation of WH4k artworks that I did for my friends. Hmmmm there's something in the Imperium waters that makes people go a bit crazy lmao why are all the art goes so hard??

________ You can commission me on my website: nananarc.art/

[sanzosin]

Sketch commission in old school style -pencil only - for @theevilscribbler

[hai1ne]

Victors probably standing on a pile of bodies and Marazhai is trying to be disgusted but is failing miserably at it

[ladychimaera-d]

Minor spoilers! When my iconoclown Rogue Trader lady met her alternative versions with different convictions (heretic, non-convicted and dogmatic ones), all three of them said they got rid off Marazhai and i can't tell they was wrong! So both me and my character felt very stupid that moment. Non-colored pictures are kinda bonus pages, like if girls had some time to gossip instead of fighting eachother immediately. Non-convicted Rogue Trader said she sold Marz to the Black Heart, and you can meet them only in the last Marazhai's quest, it's not so far from game's final. So - what did she do with Marz all that time?  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[zenatness]

There were some complaints that there was too much horny Marazhai posting going on on the Rogue Trader subreddit. Baffling and bewildering considering what's actually being posted there. Consequently, I had no choice but to interpret that as a request for more horny Heinrix content and I'm a kind and generous artist.

And then I couldn't decide whether to go with rogue trader/Heinrix or push the Marazhai/Heinrix agenda and the patreon response to my dilemma was "why not both?" So. Both it is.

Patreon

[aylameridiandrawsstuff]

I don't really know what possessed me to draw this... but here's a group selfie of the entire crew having drinks for some reason. Because this game has destroyed me.

Marzipan is spiking someone's drink and Ulfar gets an entire jug to himself - pints are not big enough for Ulfar!

[b-tanja-blog]

"Kiss me. For real."

... instead of finishing my old sketches, I make new ones.

[vernorth]

He needs help, bro

[mafuyu777]

[ampullenblut]

『26112024｜你情願沈溺於某種毒物』

𝙲𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎, 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚒ñ𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚘,

𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚊ú𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗,

𝚞𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚘,

𝚎𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚓𝚊, 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝ú.

东八区时间生日收到最好的礼物，燃烧到天穹之上的纯粹的红，献给伟大的冯·瓦兰修斯王朝行商浪人杰姬女士和她的猎物，很可能带毒的

愿她新岁仍能保持这般桀骜不驯，永不屈服

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑴𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒚.

[thatzombiecat]

·· Predator and Prey ··

Commission for @holylustration capruting a moment with Aurelia and Marazhai from her amazing fanfiction work Predator & Prey, [chapter 10]🖤

[nananarc]

The Branding . 2024

Commission for @TheEvilScribbler

________ Timelapse open for Patreon paid member on Ferbuary 2nd 2025 (https://www.patreon.com/nananarc) Commission me here via this link nananarc.art/Commission

Inspired by the artwork Bitten by Eileen Kai Hing Kwan under the cut.