#primach vulkan

[thevoidscreams]

I have an idea for the last days of Mating Press March: Vulkan with a little wifey from a Ice World. Taking an example from his brothers, he searched for a mother to his Legion and a lady to be at his side and found and feel in love with you. Like the gentleman I imagine him being, he began courting her gallantly, taking advice from the Primarchs, and finally the love sick couple married. After their wedding, he takes her to bed to consummate. The contrast between his extremely warm body temperature and her freezing as they make love :3. Plus the extra fact that Vulkan is going to obviously be very careful around her and the best lay she's ever had. As always, he's the king of aftercare, offering her all sorts of comforts

Day 5 Year 2: Warning: First time sex, tooth rotting fluff, This man has no pull out game, you will have cum in you.

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"I hope that you are adjusting well to the temperature my love." Vulkan hummed softly, his deep voice vibrating through your body as he carried you to your honeymoon suite. "It's a bit warm but I think I'll live, especially in your arms." He smiled, his burning eyes creased at the edges with the expression as his delight showed on his face. "I am glad to hear it. We'd hoped that the temperature would be cool enough after some adjustments." Your heart fluttered with the sentiment. "You lowered the temperature of the ship, just for me?" He kissed your forehead sweetly. "Of course, I want my wife to be comfortable in her new home." Vulakn's words were all affection for his beloved and you could feel it in each syllable. He stopped by the door where two of his sons stood guard. “You may take your leave my sons. Your mother and I will need our privacy.” They nodded and left, but not before congratulating yourself and your husband on your nuptials. The room was spacious, it offered all the comforts of a personal space that one might require, and the bed was the centerpiece of it all.

Vulkan set you down on the edge, his eyes alight with desire and eagerness as he unclasped the cloak around his shoulders and set the article of drake scales aside. He was dressed ornately, for such an occasion called for nothing but his best. His wedding attire had been hand crafted from fine materials and his head and arms had been adored with the fangs of great drakes and the claws of the giant ice beasts that roamed the frozen wastes outside the city he had taken you from. The crown of teeth was set aside the cloak and the fabric of his shirt untied to free his scarred onyx chest to you.

You had been similarly garbed, the dress fabric had been woven for just this occasion and it flowed around your form like a silken wave of starlight. Vulkan had been on top of all the preparations of your gown and the choker of drake scales and gemstones had been a labor of love that he had made of his own two hands, gathering and weaving and fixing each gem into the center of each scale. Even in the dimness of the room it glittered so prettily. It matched the set of bracelets that wrapped from your wrists up to your forearms and ended at the elbow, shaped into the slender body of the ice dragons of your home world. The set seemed to glow against your skin. But the primarch could not see any of the beauty but your own. His twin hearts hammering as he knelt at the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing the edge of the fabric as he swallowed the uncharacteristic nervousness that threatened to choke him.

"May I, my flame?" He inquired, longing to see you bared to him. You nodded, biting your lip in anticipation. Hoping he would like what was underneath.

As he drew the fabric up and over your head his breath caught in his throat.

Lace and leather intermingled with smaller drake scales, forming a set of lingerie that, while not terribly complex, held everything in a snug and tantalizing manner. You had been so excited to show your primarch but his shocked expression left you wondering. "Is it okay my love?" You pressed, suddenly worried that he did not like what he saw.

If Vulkan had not been on his knees before he might have fallen to them. He already knew that you were the most radiant creature in the universe. But knowing and seeing were two very different things.

He found his voice at last as his hands reached for you. "It is.. beyond words." His touch was hot and it sent a jolt up your spine as his warmth sunk into you. The people of your world were often compared to the ice that fell from the sky year round. Cold and unyielding. But Vulkan found he enjoyed the cool touch of your skin, it was refreshing in a way. "Never have I seen such beauty all in one place, or one person. How did you make this piece."

His burning fingers brushed over the leather of one strap adorned with scales.

"The woman of your home village, I asked them what would please a man of your home world on their wedding night. They all came together to help me make this.. and to give pointers."

His smile returned tenfold and he leaned in to claim your lips. "Always full of surprises you are."

Vulkan felt his cock strain against the light fabric of his pants and groaned. "I find that I am very eager to explore more of your form my flame. Please, may I?"

"Yes. Of course, I am all yours."

He groaned in pleasure at your words, knowing that it was true. You were his and he was determined to have all of you tonight. He laid you back, his hands caressing your thighs as he settled between them, his face lowering to your stomach. He placed a kiss there, making you giggle, his smile widened and he kissed you there once more, thrilling in the way you wiggled beneath him. He set about kissing a line up from your stomach, planning to revisit those ticklish spots another time. Up from your stomach he kissed a slow line over the bottom of your sternum and between your breasts, which he also planned to revisit shortly. Each kiss left a bloom of warmth on your skin and added to the heat in your lower stomach.

When his lips reached your collar bone you felt as though you were going to burst. Sensing your discomfort he pulled away, and met your gaze. "What troubles you?" His rich deep voice was threaded with worry as he thought perhaps he'd done something that wasn't to your liking.

"I'm okay, I'm just very eager, as is my body. I've been craving you this way for longer than just tonight and all your kissing and touching is just making me want you even more."

He hummed, understanding now. "I see, and what would you have me do first?"

Your cheeks were tinted with a blush as he asked. "Perhaps you could begin between my thighs. Where I am the most sensitive." The thought of that hot tongue on your pussy made you squirm slightly. Knowing it would feel simply amazing. He made a thoughtful sound as if considering your request. "I see, Then I shall do what I can." He began his tortuously slow descent down your body which drew a persistent string of whining from you that seemingly made him kiss slower till he was just above your clothed mound. "Well, it would seem I am unable to go further. I have been barred. with the cloth in the way I can not do as you ask of me." He teased and you wanted to scream. He was SO CLOSE. You could feel the heat of his breath on your cunt but he was teasing you! "Please." You begged. "Vulkan I need you." Giving you some mercy he chuckled and conceded. "Very well." He pressed a kiss right over your clit and your hips bucked up in pursuit of something more.

Well that was certainly something he needed to investigate further. His fingers sunk under your waistband and pulled the panties away, revealing a dripping sex that called to him. He bent low, kissing your clit again, achieving the same result. He liked the way your body responded to him. He licked his lips of the juice that had smeared there and hummed in surprise at the taste. Musky and a bit salty, yet there was a sweetness to it.

He kissed lower over the lips, and found more of that sweetness. Working on intuition he lapped his tongue up between the folds and was rewarded with a cry of delight from you. Vulkan knew then what it is that you had probably wanted and it wasn't just kisses. He rove his tongue up and then back down the valley between your legs stopping only to kiss the small nub above it as well. His arms trapped your hips as you wouldn't stop moving and it was making his retrieval of more sweetness difficult.

You were floored, his tongue was like fire between your legs, so much warmer than expected, but in the best possible way. You moaned and writhed under him as he continued to eat you out, his tongue as skilled at the rest of him it seemed.

You had barely the time to articulate what was happening before your thighs clamped around his head and you came so hard your back bowed off the bed and you were left wailing his name into the night.

The primarch was stunned but drank down the sudden gush of juices that you gave him gratefully. "Are you alright my flame?" He asked as he surfaced from your cunt, concerned for your well being.

"I'm fine," you assured a bit dazed and confused, "you just managed to do what no man before you ever managed is all."

Vulkan felt a swell of pride at that. He may not have been the only man you ever had, but he was going to make sure he was the best and the last you ever had.

He glanced down at his own body to his cock which was fully erect. It seemed as though doing that had only driven him further into his need.

"I must say that I understand the principle of what is next, but I do not have the practical experience to make the next steps confidently."

You smiled and took his hand. "We'll do this together, slowly if we must." You reassured as he crawled onto the bed.

Slowly had turned out to be an understatement once you had his cock in your hand, stroking it as you lined up the head of his member with your entrance. Big was also an understatement. Being a primarch you had been sure there would be some stretching and getting used to, but as you lowered yourself onto your lover's cock it was like losing your virginity all over again. You swore loudly as you felt your inner walls pushed far beyond anything you'd taken before.

"Do you wish to stop? I will not be upset or angry, I can see you are in pain." His hands clamped around your hips and held you still. "Vulkan, let go, I am going slowly so I won’t hurt myself. I just need to get used to your girth, that's all." He shook his head. "I will not see my bride injure herself on our wedding night." You glared at him and he was unsure why. "Vulkan. I can handle this." You spoke with clarity and purpose, you would not leave this room until you had a load of his cum in you. You swore that to yourself and you were not giving up now.

"If it becomes too much, you will stop." It wasn't a question but you nodded anyway. "I will." Relieved he allowed you to continue, his hands resting on your hips and you speared yourself on his cock. It had been a good idea to have him on his back, it allowed you to use your weight to push yourself down his shaft. With a finally deep breath you finally felt the warmth of his thighs pelvis meet your ass as you took him to the base.

"See, I told you I could handle it." You panted and he looked both pleased but very much concerned. His eyes widened a bit as he looked down. "I can see the bugle of my cock through your stomach." He observed, concerned.

"Oh yeah.. pretty cool I say." Your hand rubbed the bulge and he sighed. "Please do not hurt yourself." "I won't." That's why I'm waiting till I've adjusted.

He ran his fingers over your torso where the leather and lace had been before, now it was just your bare skin and the ornate jewelry he'd made you. It made his cock twitch to see you wearing his pieces. You gasped as his cock did so and he pulled his hand away. "Are you alright?" "Yes, oh throne that felt good." You sighed.

You made a small shift so you were resting on his chest, your hips raising and falling once to test the feeling. The moan you both gave was confirmation enough that you were both ready. You raised your hips again, letting them fall, Vulkan hugged you to his chest tightly, the feeling was intense, like nothing he'd ever felt.

The rush was almost like going into battle but his body was not singing for war, it was begging for more of the pleasure he was getting from the steady rhythm of your hips. His own hips bucked, pushing his cock in deep as your hips fell and you gasped, stars bursting behind your eyes as you clawed at his chest in blind need for more of that overwhelming deepness and gratifying pressure. The primarch held you close as he rolled over, squishing you into the soft bed below. His arms were the only thing keeping you from being fully squashed. "It is not like I thought it would be." He growled and thrust into you again, making it hard to think. He set a new rhythm faster than you had been able to manage and harder as well. “Does it at least meet expectations?” You asked. “No. It far exceeds them.”  He growled his reply and his lips crashed into yours stealing a quick burning kiss.

Your panting breaths and words of love were spoken against his lips as he had his way with you, pressing kisses to your lips frequently as he shook the bed with each roll of his body. He enjoyed the sight of your body taking his cock and your breasts bouncing as he rutted into you.

Distantly you were thankful he'd sent his sons away and ordered them to leave you two to have privacy tonight, or else the poor things might have been subject to the string of pure profanity and lewd expressions your new husband had to say.

"I am going to fill your cunt with so much of my seed that you'll be leaking it into next week." The drake lord rumbled, his voice somehow even lower and more commanding. It had you clenching around him as you cried out in assent of this idea. Begging him to fill you to the point of bursting.

His pace faltered and he came hard. The pulsing of his cock was accompanied by a deep warmth that you were sure was him cumming straight into your womb.

You were going to say something, but he flipped you over, his cock slipping free making you whine. Your face was suddenly in a mountain of pillows as he pulled your hips up to meet his, as his cock slipped back in. This angle somehow felt deeper as he thrust into you, pulling you back by the hips to meet each one. He was not slow about it. His earlier concern was replaced by the need to make good on his word. "You are the most beautiful woman in this galaxy and I intend to make you the most beautiful mother as well." He nearly came again as he pictured you very round and pregnant with his children.

You didn't have the presence of mind to respond as he pounded you into the mattress. You were close, but it felt more than just that. You'd come in the past but from nothing even close to a fraction of this much pleasure. You babbled senselessly as he gave another bed shaking thrust and you came apart with a scream that you barely recognized. Your vision went white and your teeth clamped down into something below you.

You came to a minute later from a trembling voice and a hard jostle. Your gaze took a moment to focus as the warm form above you kept shaking you and crying out in concern. It eventually did and you saw your husband with a look of panic and grief on his face. "My flame please! Are you okay!? Please say something." He begged. You smiled dumbly and nuzzled his chest. Oh, you were in his arms, when had that happened. "Heya hot stuff." You mumbled and he sighed, his body was trembling. "What happened?" You asked finally and he took a few steadying breaths.

"You screamed and dug your teeth into my arm. You drew blood." He explained looking like he'd seen death. "Then you went still and quiet and I could not rouse you. I thought I had killed you!" He hugged you close and you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulder. "No, Vulkan, I'm okay. I just had the moth soul shattering earth quaking orgasm is all."

Vulkan stared down at you in disbelief. "My vision went white and everything. It was wild." You laughed and he looked ready to cry from relief. He reclined back into the bed with you curled up into his arms. "I'm sorry for biting you." You hadn't even noticed his arm had shifted positions. "It is alright my love. It will heal, and if I am lucky, even scar. Then I will forever have a reminder of you to look at." The comment made you laugh. "I'm glad."

You both rested there a moment before you sighed. "We should probably get cleaned up."

He sighed as well. "I suppose we should."

[ask-thedawnseekers]

A bit of Solana x Vulkan

Warnings: Straight Jorkin it and the sex

Vulkan set his hammer aside, the heat of the blade on his anvil was no longer sufficient to continue pounding it into shape.

He brushed away the sweat gathering on his brow as he set the blade back into the furnace to heat.

He stood watching it as his mind began to wander without him realizing.

The image of warm soft skin under his rough calloused fingers flickered in his mind like embers dancing up from the flames of his forge. The creamy softness that he longed to bury himself in haunted his dreams and flooded over into his waking mind, making it very hard to work.

'Vulkan~' The soft cries of his lover under him as he took her on the very anvil he now forged his newest creation on.

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple and he hastily wiped it away as he turned his attention back to the blade. Did the metal always take this long to heat?

Vulkan looked to the door of his forge, his sons, adorned in the dark green of Salamander scales, stood vigilant and reay should he give them any order. Swallowing the lump in his throat he cleared it and his sons perked up.

"My sons. I wish to continue forging on my own for the time being. You are free to go."

They looked as if they wished to protest, Their dark faces and coal burning eyes looking just a touch sad but they obeyed nonetheless.

The door closed with the heavy sound of stone and he turned back to the anvil. His hands began a desperate scrabble for the ties holding his pants up and he freed his cock. It was nearly at full mast and he grasped it with force, as if it was the wretched neck of some dark eldar. "Throne." He wheezed as he slumped against the anvil and his hearts pounded as Vulkan began to work his shaft.

"Solana~" he breathed as his eyes closed and he let the memories flow.

Her back had been laid over the anvil as her legs wrapped around his waist, her eyes, greener than anything on his world, except perhaps for the giant fire tongued salamanders, shone up at him.

"You almost look nervous." the Dawn Seeker teased and he chuckled. "I only fear you may not be able to control your voice and our children will hear that we decided to forgo that lesson on forging I promised."

She laughed, it was a merry sound, sweet and cool as spring rain.

Her hands sought his shoulders and she pulled him down for a kiss. His lips melded with hers so easily and his hands held her hips. The broad tips of his fingers sank into the plush abundance there and he groaned. She was so very soft. It belied a true powerful muscular form beneath, giving her her signature motherly form. Vulkan didn't care. He loved all the layers of her body.

His cock twitched as a bead of precum oozed forth and dripped onto her skin. "I love you Solana."

Her eyes glittered as she smiled up at him. "I love you too, Vulkan."

Her mouth locked with his gain as she raised her hips, inviting him into her warmth.

He took the invitation with near improper haste.

It was soft, yet tight, the perfect fit and he moaned sweet words of praise in his native, nocturne.

Solana squeaked in delight as he pushed in as deep as he could. The tip of his cock kissing her cervix. "Fuck me thats good." She slurred as her head fell back to rest on the metal of the anvil.

Vulkan chuckled and leaned down to kiss her neck. Smiling against her skin as her legs locked around his waist. "Careful." He warned voice low and husky. "I might get ideas if you hold me like that."

He'd be a liar if he hadn't thought about putting a child in her every time they met. But the warning Malcador had imparted with him kept him from doing so.

"I wouldn't mind having your children." Solana purred and the hold Vulkan had on her hips tightened.

"I would like that too."

He admitted as he pulled out and thrust back in, his voice pouring out sounds of satisfaction to meet her own.

They spent a sweet eternity in that moment, wrapped up in one another.

Vulkan wanted his own sons and daughters so badly. Children that not only made from his gene seed. Not that he did not love his astartes. But he had not been the one to hold them, to care for them, to change them and feed them. He had not raised them.

He wanted that. And he knew that Solana could provide that deeply desired reality.

His hips worked hard and fast and he pressed her into the anvil, shaping his desires as he shaped a blade. He would create life with her. He was so certain of it.

Consequences be damned, he needed this. And he needed her. His father could not keep her from him if he got her knocked up. He would have to sanction their union then.

He growled, pulling her hips down to meet each thrust, Solana's voice raised as he ground against that sweet spot inside her and his mouth covered hers. Swallowing her sweet sounds with his lips.

His mind was set, and he would not change it.

He felt his edge coming fast and he felt her walls tighten around him as he fucked her into sweet oblivion.

He followed soon after, pouring his molten seed into the deepest part of her.

Each thick rope poured into her eager body.

They stayed together like that for a long minute, just breathing and holding each other. Hands caressing and lips pressing to impart as much love as they could.

Vulkan's mind snapped back to the current as he spilled his load onto the steel of his anvil. THe spot where she should have been and he snarled. She will be back soon. He was sure of it, this campaign could not keep them apart forever.

He went about cleaning up his spilled cum and went to retrieve his blade. The end drooped and he huffed out a laugh.

Oh well. He'd just have to start over he supposed. As he quenched it he continued to think about Solana and set the blade aside. He went to the scrap bin of precious metals and picked out a piece of Platinum, it was good he thought, and plucked up a box of precious stones there were so many to choose from.

This would do, he smiled. Sitting at his work bench he daydreamed about the woman he loved as he crafted the band that he hoped would cement their futures together.

[wolf-tail]

maybe it's the furry in me but I love the comedy of Primachs having mild animal instincts bc Big E was a lil to creative with DNA in the gene lab

Leman and the Lion carrying their Astartes by the scruff of the neck and moving them around in the middle of the night because they heard a noise and got frightened

Sanguinius going broody and sitting on top of Blood Angels, sleeping in a nest lined with his own plucked down feathers

Corax stealing particularly shiny items and generally being a nuisance around the palace bc there is so much fucking gold

Vulkan temperature regulating by lying in volcanic craters

[moodymisty]

You know what I think? Since most of the primachs are emotionally constipated along with their legions except Vulkan. I headcanon that gestures ( like hugs or Emperor forbid kissing(on the cheek) that might be acceptable amongst friends. Your primach lover/husband probably won't like or think every male other primachs will try to take u away. If it's a baseline human then depending on the primarch they're getting unalived. Or Peter Turbo will most likely throwing them of a balcony. Sanguinius on the other hand I see him being more lenient... on the surface. The angel will probably be a little pissed off.

Bobby G I see him nipping it in the bud and Konrad will probably just eat them or send em to the next chew toy of the Night lords.

I think depending on the legion they'll be offended for the genefather if a human tried to flirt with their Legion Mother. Plus it aint like they're gonna get another one. Not in this lifetime at least. ex Blood Angel's and Salmanders

The night lords would deal with the homewrecker immediately to prevent Konrad from going off the deep end and repeat the flesh statue incident

Lorgar would probably see it as sacrilegious for quote 'Attempting to separate the bond of him and his love, his soul mate, and goddess. You must perish for that.'

Since most of the legion and primarchs see humans as expendable except the Salmanders. I wonder how it'll go over if reader was a human from Terra whose heart goes out for the common man. Or reader tries to save her friend by pleading for her primarch to forgive the 'transgression'

Ps. I see that afterwards reader won't have many friends at least outside of the space marines. Or any friends she does have will distant themselves to avoid triggering a jealous Primarch

Sorry this is so long. Just wanted to know your thoughts

I agree with this a lot. It's easy to see how they would misinterpret friendly gestures, or allow love to turn into possession. And as for the legion, they are vehemently programmed to protect their primarch and in their mind their primarch's beloved eventually in a way becomes part of them, and is wrapped in that vehement protection, but being a baseline it's ever worse. People just trying to talk to her and show her respect get threatened until she has no one but her primarch and his men.

also yeah... sorry i vomited some writing here real quick.

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“Please, calm down!”

The Space wolf lieutenant largely ignores your plea, standing tall and intimidating the man who sits at the left end of the table. The other astartes of your retinue are similarly on guard, both in defense of their lieutenant. You are frozen in your seat thanks to a ceramite gauntlet holding you down, the marine attempting to push his body between you and their new target.

“Our Wolf Mother is betrothed to Primarch Russ. And you, some measly baseline, attempt to steal her?”

The man glances to you briefly as you try to argue on his behalf, standing up.

“Lieutenant! He was only being polite, stop this!”

Perhaps the man’s choice in words was a bit tackless, but he had clearly meant not much by it, however the Wolves take even the slightest thing so incredibly seriously.

"You are a beautiful and smart woman," His hand reached forward to gently touch yours over top of the papers you have stacked. "If only I had gotten to you before the Space Wolves did!"

Normally your men listen to you well; If Russ issues orders your husband will quite obviously rank above you, but they still take your opinion into a surprising amount of account. But for some reason during these past few months, as they've begun to call you Wolf Mother, they have shown their teeth and threatened anyone who so much as comes within grabbing distance of you.

"This is ridiculous, quit this!"

You look to the man who has lost all blood in his face, under the glare of a massive Space Wolf with braids decorating his hair. "I am so sorry, there's been a horrible misunderstanding and I-" You choke on your words as the instigating Space Wolf turns to you.

"There has been no misunderstanding, he-" You open your mouth and quickly speak, cutting him off. "No, there has been! The man was using hyperbole, he didn't actually mean what he said!"

The wolf looks down at you, and you see anger in his face slowly simmer down. You silently thank the Emperor and breath a sigh, putting your head in your hands.

This behavior keeps getting worse; You feel like you're stuck in a vice trap. So many people fallen from your life because they fear the snap of a Space Wolf's teeth, or worse, their Primarch's. You know Russ is instigating this behavior, encouraging it, is part of it, keeping you feeling so suffocated. You're so tired, you don't understand why they're acting like this.

Your head in your hands you let out a shaky breath, pressing down on the corners of your eyes so water doesn't leak from them. This is all too much. As you lean back up, the lieutenant sees the redness in your eyes and while stoic, is still noticeably concerned that you're about to cry.

"Wolf Mother… Are you well?" You take a deep breath and clear your throat.

"I'm fine. We should go." When you go to get up again, the gauntlet on your shoulder gives way and lets you rise up. You dip your head at the man who is starting to have color return to his face, now that he no longer is being threatened.

"I am so sorry, on behalf of everything. We'll be taking our leave."

You move to walk away, and your retinue follows close behind; Like a shadow.

[mothiir]

Because I am a whore with a size kink, I am going to ask you this: Which Primach would be best at sex? If hypothetically, they found a person skilled or strong enough to take their horsecocks.

Personally, I think it would be something between Magnus, Horus or Vulkan.

Magnus is a psyker so, in turn, he could do absolutely his evil little hearts would want. I think he would find somebody to sleep around the easiest because he can change his form at any time. He, along with Konrad, I think would be honestly the kinkiest little shits ever

I would headcann Horus to have multiple mistressee and love affairs. Also, canonically, he kinda has a breeding kink and wants little Primachs (not quite as the books, but something similar). He's the type of dude to think that sex is only for making babies but he also loves making babies

Vulkan, my beloved 😍, is the gentlest and most attentive amongst his brothers to humanity. He would obviously be a loving partner who, in my opinion, would first wait to marry his lover then make love to them. He doesn't have sex or simply fucks them, HE MAKES LOVE TO THEM. He would the most romantic and gentle. To get into his pants, he would have to actually and genuinely love you. He is either the first or second tallest Primachs so he would obviously be very careful. Also this man has to have a praise kink and you bet your arse that he is going to worship his partner when they make love

yes okay so i would agree that vulkan would definitely the best in bed and here are some additional points:

canonically the salamanders have families on their home planet that they visit - its not really made clear if these are wives/husbands and children or parents, but i choose to believe that it is both, which means that the salamanders fuck. they take after their daddy <3

vulkan is a very very large primarch, which means penetration in general is off the table for him — he doesn’t want to risk hurting his partners. unlike some people (cough, emperor, cough) he won’t chance tearing them open back to front by just jamming his dick in there.

as a result of the above, he really likes intercrural sex - which, for those of you who don’t know, means thigh-fucking. he’ll ask his partner to put their knees tight together and happily go to town.

he also really likes oral - both giving and receiving. he will make you see stars, and then planets orbiting them, and will encourage his partner to sit on his face so he can really get in there. he’ll get very touchy while doing it, holding their hand and stroking their back and mumbling praise between their thighs.

because yes you are totally right! he has a praise kink, and he is very open about it — he will tell them how wonderful they are, how soft and sweet and how well they take him. it tends to be more soft and romantic than outright filthy, but hey i’m sure he’d be happy to get filthy if you ask nicely.

time for the sad bit: i see him as a serial monogamist. unlike most of his brothers, he actually has the emotional capacity to not only court a human but to deal with their inevitable aging and death. he will stick with his partner as they age, letting the relationship transition from the raw physicality of youth to the domesticity of later middle age to the twilight years. he never makes them feel lesser than hm; he values mortals for their shining bright lives, made all the sweeter by their briefness. unlike some (coughEMPERORcough) he does not let the loss of his loved ones jade him or blunt him to his humanity; instead he sees it as a way to reconnect with what matters, and what he is fighting for.

like all primarchs, he’s sterile and can never have children of his own blood, but he is more than happy to adopt any child that his partner already has, as well as whatever war orphans are hanging around

at heart he’s a family man. and isn’t that the tragedy?

[kingwithpaintedfingers]

What's your opinion on Ferrus Manus?

Interesting guy! Straightforward, honest, no-nonsense. He makes a great foil for Fulgrim. Unlike his sons, he's less interested in making people into cyborgs and more interested in making them stronger. I wouldn't want to be one of his sons—he likes fostering rivalries between them and he's a very strict disciplinarian—but he's a character with a bit of depth, a need to prove himself as well as a need to experience the new and exciting sensation of having his ass kicked by a truly worthy foe. (He doesn't like Mortarion, but few of Mort's brothers do anyway, other than in a very vague, token, "I love all my brothers, no really, I totally do" kind of way).

I have read Ferrus's primach novel and two short stories about Vulkan that feature Ferrus, though most of my experience with him comes ultimately from fanfiction.

[runin64]

Now I really want to see Vulkan dealing with the two smol Primachs haha. But also I love to see their friendship become one in this story. It's really beautifull in this otherwise grimdark times

I saw someone had requested for a thing of Gadriel being turned into a child. I wanted to see if I could ask for a version of that with Guilliman and Dorn and maybe the two are on Mcgrag being looked after by Tarasha Euten until Big E and Malcador figure out a way to turn them back.

I left what age they were reverted to up to interpretation. Dorn came off as very autistic coded in the natural flow of writing, so I leaned into it. I also pulled some habits that one of my own siblings had. For example, if you gave them a cookie or cracker and it broke, they'd cry and claim they couldn't eat it. Tarasha is best mom.

"That's boring."

Guilliman frowned at his brother, "No, it's not. It's more fun than-than-than... stacking blocks together and trying not to knock it over!"

Rogal folded his arms, "I like that game. I don't want to swim again. The water is too hot."

"But it's a bath house," Roboute explained. "It's supposed to be hot!"

"I'm not going," Rogal stated before planting himself on the ground.

He tried keeping his regular stonefaced expression, but his eyebrows betrayed him.

Roboute slumped, wishing his brother would open his eyes to see his sad, sad face.

"Why not go by yourself?" Offered Tarasha.

The child picked at his tunic and looked down, "But I wanted him to come with me..."

Dorn puffed his cheeks, "Hot water is meant for cold weather to keep you warm."

"But we can still go play!" Roboute insisted. "You're being so mean!"

Rogal whipped his head to his brother, stuck out his tongue, and blew a raspberry. Roboute's jaw dropped in shock. His bottom lip began to quiver, and his face turned red. Rogal glared back as he stood and marched away.

The thirteenth Primarch's mother stepped in, "Alright, that's enough. I think you two need to take a break and have some alone time."

Roboute looked up at her with tearfilled eyes, "But why?"

She smoothed back his hair, "You're both overwhelmed. How about we head to the far side of the gardens for lunch? There's a pond there. You both can swim and it won't be too hot."

Roboute looked hopefully at his brother, holding clenched fists to his chest in anticipation.

Rogal glanced to the side and pondered it for a moment, still unsure.

Tarasha added, "That part of the wall was built before most of the palace. It was also done with a different method and materials."

"Okay," Rogal nodded.

"Head to your room, Roboute," Tarasha told her son. "I'll get your brother settled and be back. Would you like to see the library, Rogal?"

He nodded and let her lead him out.

Roboute stood there, debating if he really should pout. Even if no one was there. Was he in trouble?

He let out a loud sigh and trudged back to his room. It felt bigger than ever. He had never realized how great it was to have someone your age and just like you. He now felt incredibly lonely.

***

Lady Euten ensured Rogal nestled in the chair he chose. She had the librarian bringing him various texts on inventions of the infrastructure of Macragge. She also ensured they had some pictures in there.

"Is there anything you need?" She asked.

He shook his head. He didn't like making eye contact with her.

"When will Father and Uncle be back?" He asked quietly.

"I'm not sure," she admitted. "But as soon as I hear, I'll let you know. If you need me or anything else, just ask the librarian."

The boy nodded and picked up a picture book.

She smiled as she scurried out.

Roboute was lying face down on his bed. She leaned against the door and folded her arms.

"Roboute, are you pouting?" She asked knowingly.

He didn't answer for a second, "...no."

She came in and sat next to her son, stroking his head.

"Why is he being mean?" Roboute questioned.

"He's not," she assured. "He's just upset."

Her son rolled over to face her, "But why? I got turned into a kid, too."

She cupped his cheeks, "Well, where are we?"

"Macragge?"

She nodded, "And who's home is that?"

"Mine."

"And who is here with you?"

He glanced to the side and answered, "You are."

"I think Rogal misses his home and his family," She elaborated.

"Oh..." He whispered, now feeling guilty.

"We just need to remember to be patient and kind," she told him as she kissed his head. "Do you want to help me pack for our picnic?"

"Yes, please."

***

Rogal was in the middle of a riveting tale about tar being used to seal aqueducts and how to produce it when Lady Euten came in with Roboute.

"You can bring the book with you," she said.

Rogal nodded and climbed off the chair. He bowed to the librarian who bid them goodbye.

As they entered the garden, Roboute ran over to Rogal's side and offered his hand. When he took it, his brother practically skipped the rest of the way.

He pointed out patches of flowers bushes he'd helped plant.

As they approached their destination, Roboute muttered, "Sorry for saying you're mean when I was being mean."

"It's okay," Dorn said, staring at the ground.

He looked up to see the wall of the guard, and his eyes grew wider.

"That's really old," he stated.

He pulled away and ran forward to look at it. Tarasha laid out the blanket and began pulling out food from the basket.

"Is this wall climable?" Rogal asked her, whilst pointing.

"I don't think so," she hummed. "It's sturdy and stable enough to be patrolled upon, but I don't want you to accidentally grab somewhere with loose brick."

Rogal nodded and looked back at said wall, "They're rocks instead of traditional brick. Sometimes, that's used when a proper brick baking oven isn't available. Sometimes, it's stronger than regular brick walls."

He started telling about the process of making bricks and their variations. Roboute listened closely.

"Come eat!" Tarasha called.

The two came running back. She handed Roboute his own pita and an unmade one to Rogal.

"I figured you'd want to put yours together," she deduced.

The white-haired boy nodded, "Thank you."

He began meticulously constructing it just how he wanted it. The bread ripped when he tried picking it up, though. He pushed the plate away and pulled his knees to his chest.

"What's wrong?" His brother asked, sauce smeared across his lips.

"It broke," Rogal said quietly. "I can't eat it now."

Roboute wrinkled his nose and cocked his head, "Yes, you can?"

His brother shook his head.

"I brought extras," Tarasha told him. "Do you want two to double up?"

Dorn nodded and tried to hide tears that welled in his eyes. He reconstructed it, albeit slightly different, and ate it with no issues.

The blond decided to go look at the pond.

"Rogal look!" He called. "There's a fish!"

He pointed at it so his brother could see it.

"We call that Blue Skylar."

Rogal nodded, "It's part of the Siluriformes family of fish. A genome type from Terra."

"Ohh," his brother nodded. "Can we swim now?"

To his delight, Rogal nodded.

"Take off your outer clothes and leave them over here," Tarasha told them.

"Yes, mother," he replied, pulling Rogal over.

Roboute had his off in an instant.

In repeated routine, Rogal carefully removed his outerwear, folded it gently, and stacked it in a specific order before laying them upon the blanket.

They held hands as Roboute brought him to he waters edge. They gently tested it by dipping a toe in.

Roboute spoke, "Oh, it's kinda cold."

Rogal suddenly jumped in, forming a cannonball. Not wanting to be left out, Roboute did the same. Rogal surfaced, now holding the fish.

"I caught it."

The fish looked utterly surprised at being held, leg alone caught.

Guilliman laughed, "Look at its face!"

A smile crossed Dorn's lips.

Tarasha smiled as she watched the two splash in the water, and Dorn recited facts he'd read earlier. She loved hearing their little voices and giggling. This age was a fun one.

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Blessed and cursed thoughts on Vulkan anyone?

Blessed: Vulkan ran a (free) traveling repair service for Imperial citizens during his downtime. The Primarch would not only quickly and expertly restore old and damaged items, but improve them structurally and functionally so that the owners might get continued and effective use out of them. A young couple shyly asked him if he could repair their leaking roof. Vulkan simply laughed and proceeded to renovate the entire building into something twice as large and capable of withstanding melta explosions.Cursed: Due to being a perpetual, Vulkan liked to practice less than acceptable standards of personal safety within the workplace. Roboute still has nightmares about the time his brother, in a moment of absent-mindedness, wiped the sweat off of his brow with the back of a super-heated gauntlet, searing most of the flesh off of his face in the process, before asking Roboute why he looked so pale all of a sudden, and what smelled like bacon.

[witchofthegermanforest]

So out of all the Primachs who's the moat huggable and who's the least?

Most Huggable: Vulkan

Least Huggable: Corax and Lorgar

Passively accept Hugs: Angron and Perturabo

[wh40kartwork]

Primach Vulkan on Isstvan V

by Jeff Porter

[changlingrune]

Vulkan primach of the salamanders 💚

Send me 40k, Transformers, or Dragonriders of Pern character and I'll give you a song or two that's their vibe

[darkseraphscorner]

More on Lady Space marines.

So googling how the loyalist founding chapters get their recruits. and so far the only one’s that looks like it would turn away women is the Iron Hands or Raven Guard, maaaaybe the Dark Angels to.

Salamanders work in the forges of the chapter and must reenact many of Vulkans trials... nothing stopping a girl there.

Space wolfs will grab you up if the Wolf Priest senses greatness in you... and given how much the like flipping the bird at the Codex Astartes, there are probably a few lady wolves.

Blood Angles is simple, be from one of the non mutant clans, make it to Angels fall, be one of the last 50 standing, then survive drinking Sanguniuses blood.

Imperial Fists, be a good fighter, smart and have a great pain tolerance, if you can do all 3, the tattoo the chapter mark on your butt and make you a scout. (I am not joking, the wiki’s say they tattoo your left butt cheek if you made the passing grade. XD)

Ultramarines are normally sent sons from assorted family's in Ultimar, to the point that some family's can boast giving several generations to the Ultramarines. Nothing to stop girls so I’ll include them on the yes list.

White Scars Chose the best warriors from the tribes of the steps and given they are space Mongolians, the mongols had a lot of women fighters. :P

Raven Guard are to cautious with their gene seed and given their primach had some prejudices... I don’t see them letting girls in.

Iron hands are to busy turning their marines into servitors, so even if they took in female recruits, they would just end up being another robot... so I guess in that way, Iron hands are a gender neutral chapter?

[moodymisty]

Horus both pre and Post heresy would be possessive of his human. The blood angels as well. Peter Turbo I feel would be the 1st or 2nd most possessive of the primachs

My list would be of most to least possessive would be:

Konrad

Peter Turbo

Horus

Leman russ

Guilliman(especially post hesery)

Fulgrim

Dorn

Sanguinius( behind close doors)

Anagron

Vulkan and Magnus are tied

I'm not sure about Khan and Ferrus

This list passes the vibe test, tbh I agree. Khan would probably be like, sanguinius level possessive, it's kind of mild and subtle but there. Ferrus I think would be pretty normal.

[egrets-not-regrets]

There is so much sweetness in the sex. That temperature contrast though.... so good!

I have an idea for the last days of Mating Press March: Vulkan with a little wifey from a Ice World. Taking an example from his brothers, he searched for a mother to his Legion and a lady to be at his side and found and feel in love with you. Like the gentleman I imagine him being, he began courting her gallantly, taking advice from the Primarchs, and finally the love sick couple married. After their wedding, he takes her to bed to consummate. The contrast between his extremely warm body temperature and her freezing as they make love :3. Plus the extra fact that Vulkan is going to obviously be very careful around her and the best lay she's ever had. As always, he's the king of aftercare, offering her all sorts of comforts

Day 5 Year 2: Warning: First time sex, tooth rotting fluff, This man has no pull out game, you will have cum in you.

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"I hope that you are adjusting well to the temperature my love." Vulkan hummed softly, his deep voice vibrating through your body as he carried you to your honeymoon suite. "It's a bit warm but I think I'll live, especially in your arms." He smiled, his burning eyes creased at the edges with the expression as his delight showed on his face. "I am glad to hear it. We'd hoped that the temperature would be cool enough after some adjustments." Your heart fluttered with the sentiment. "You lowered the temperature of the ship, just for me?" He kissed your forehead sweetly. "Of course, I want my wife to be comfortable in her new home." Vulakn's words were all affection for his beloved and you could feel it in each syllable. He stopped by the door where two of his sons stood guard. “You may take your leave my sons. Your mother and I will need our privacy.” They nodded and left, but not before congratulating yourself and your husband on your nuptials. The room was spacious, it offered all the comforts of a personal space that one might require, and the bed was the centerpiece of it all.

Vulkan set you down on the edge, his eyes alight with desire and eagerness as he unclasped the cloak around his shoulders and set the article of drake scales aside. He was dressed ornately, for such an occasion called for nothing but his best. His wedding attire had been hand crafted from fine materials and his head and arms had been adored with the fangs of great drakes and the claws of the giant ice beasts that roamed the frozen wastes outside the city he had taken you from. The crown of teeth was set aside the cloak and the fabric of his shirt untied to free his scarred onyx chest to you.

You had been similarly garbed, the dress fabric had been woven for just this occasion and it flowed around your form like a silken wave of starlight. Vulkan had been on top of all the preparations of your gown and the choker of drake scales and gemstones had been a labor of love that he had made of his own two hands, gathering and weaving and fixing each gem into the center of each scale. Even in the dimness of the room it glittered so prettily. It matched the set of bracelets that wrapped from your wrists up to your forearms and ended at the elbow, shaped into the slender body of the ice dragons of your home world. The set seemed to glow against your skin. But the primarch could not see any of the beauty but your own. His twin hearts hammering as he knelt at the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing the edge of the fabric as he swallowed the uncharacteristic nervousness that threatened to choke him.

"May I, my flame?" He inquired, longing to see you bared to him. You nodded, biting your lip in anticipation. Hoping he would like what was underneath.

As he drew the fabric up and over your head his breath caught in his throat.

Lace and leather intermingled with smaller drake scales, forming a set of lingerie that, while not terribly complex, held everything in a snug and tantalizing manner. You had been so excited to show your primarch but his shocked expression left you wondering. "Is it okay my love?" You pressed, suddenly worried that he did not like what he saw.

If Vulkan had not been on his knees before he might have fallen to them. He already knew that you were the most radiant creature in the universe. But knowing and seeing were two very different things.

He found his voice at last as his hands reached for you. "It is.. beyond words." His touch was hot and it sent a jolt up your spine as his warmth sunk into you. The people of your world were often compared to the ice that fell from the sky year round. Cold and unyielding. But Vulkan found he enjoyed the cool touch of your skin, it was refreshing in a way. "Never have I seen such beauty all in one place, or one person. How did you make this piece."

His burning fingers brushed over the leather of one strap adorned with scales.

"The woman of your home village, I asked them what would please a man of your home world on their wedding night. They all came together to help me make this.. and to give pointers."

His smile returned tenfold and he leaned in to claim your lips. "Always full of surprises you are."

Vulkan felt his cock strain against the light fabric of his pants and groaned. "I find that I am very eager to explore more of your form my flame. Please, may I?"

"Yes. Of course, I am all yours."

He groaned in pleasure at your words, knowing that it was true. You were his and he was determined to have all of you tonight. He laid you back, his hands caressing your thighs as he settled between them, his face lowering to your stomach. He placed a kiss there, making you giggle, his smile widened and he kissed you there once more, thrilling in the way you wiggled beneath him. He set about kissing a line up from your stomach, planning to revisit those ticklish spots another time. Up from your stomach he kissed a slow line over the bottom of your sternum and between your breasts, which he also planned to revisit shortly. Each kiss left a bloom of warmth on your skin and added to the heat in your lower stomach.

When his lips reached your collar bone you felt as though you were going to burst. Sensing your discomfort he pulled away, and met your gaze. "What troubles you?" His rich deep voice was threaded with worry as he thought perhaps he'd done something that wasn't to your liking.

"I'm okay, I'm just very eager, as is my body. I've been craving you this way for longer than just tonight and all your kissing and touching is just making me want you even more."

He hummed, understanding now. "I see, and what would you have me do first?"

Your cheeks were tinted with a blush as he asked. "Perhaps you could begin between my thighs. Where I am the most sensitive." The thought of that hot tongue on your pussy made you squirm slightly. Knowing it would feel simply amazing. He made a thoughtful sound as if considering your request. "I see, Then I shall do what I can." He began his tortuously slow descent down your body which drew a persistent string of whining from you that seemingly made him kiss slower till he was just above your clothed mound. "Well, it would seem I am unable to go further. I have been barred. with the cloth in the way I can not do as you ask of me." He teased and you wanted to scream. He was SO CLOSE. You could feel the heat of his breath on your cunt but he was teasing you! "Please." You begged. "Vulkan I need you." Giving you some mercy he chuckled and conceded. "Very well." He pressed a kiss right over your clit and your hips bucked up in pursuit of something more.

Well that was certainly something he needed to investigate further. His fingers sunk under your waistband and pulled the panties away, revealing a dripping sex that called to him. He bent low, kissing your clit again, achieving the same result. He liked the way your body responded to him. He licked his lips of the juice that had smeared there and hummed in surprise at the taste. Musky and a bit salty, yet there was a sweetness to it.

He kissed lower over the lips, and found more of that sweetness. Working on intuition he lapped his tongue up between the folds and was rewarded with a cry of delight from you. Vulkan knew then what it is that you had probably wanted and it wasn't just kisses. He rove his tongue up and then back down the valley between your legs stopping only to kiss the small nub above it as well. His arms trapped your hips as you wouldn't stop moving and it was making his retrieval of more sweetness difficult.

You were floored, his tongue was like fire between your legs, so much warmer than expected, but in the best possible way. You moaned and writhed under him as he continued to eat you out, his tongue as skilled at the rest of him it seemed.

You had barely the time to articulate what was happening before your thighs clamped around his head and you came so hard your back bowed off the bed and you were left wailing his name into the night.

The primarch was stunned but drank down the sudden gush of juices that you gave him gratefully. "Are you alright my flame?" He asked as he surfaced from your cunt, concerned for your well being.

"I'm fine," you assured a bit dazed and confused, "you just managed to do what no man before you ever managed is all."

Vulkan felt a swell of pride at that. He may not have been the only man you ever had, but he was going to make sure he was the best and the last you ever had.

He glanced down at his own body to his cock which was fully erect. It seemed as though doing that had only driven him further into his need.

"I must say that I understand the principle of what is next, but I do not have the practical experience to make the next steps confidently."

You smiled and took his hand. "We'll do this together, slowly if we must." You reassured as he crawled onto the bed.

Slowly had turned out to be an understatement once you had his cock in your hand, stroking it as you lined up the head of his member with your entrance. Big was also an understatement. Being a primarch you had been sure there would be some stretching and getting used to, but as you lowered yourself onto your lover's cock it was like losing your virginity all over again. You swore loudly as you felt your inner walls pushed far beyond anything you'd taken before.

"Do you wish to stop? I will not be upset or angry, I can see you are in pain." His hands clamped around your hips and held you still. "Vulkan, let go, I am going slowly so I won’t hurt myself. I just need to get used to your girth, that's all." He shook his head. "I will not see my bride injure herself on our wedding night." You glared at him and he was unsure why. "Vulkan. I can handle this." You spoke with clarity and purpose, you would not leave this room until you had a load of his cum in you. You swore that to yourself and you were not giving up now.

"If it becomes too much, you will stop." It wasn't a question but you nodded anyway. "I will." Relieved he allowed you to continue, his hands resting on your hips and you speared yourself on his cock. It had been a good idea to have him on his back, it allowed you to use your weight to push yourself down his shaft. With a finally deep breath you finally felt the warmth of his thighs pelvis meet your ass as you took him to the base.

"See, I told you I could handle it." You panted and he looked both pleased but very much concerned. His eyes widened a bit as he looked down. "I can see the bugle of my cock through your stomach." He observed, concerned.

"Oh yeah.. pretty cool I say." Your hand rubbed the bulge and he sighed. "Please do not hurt yourself." "I won't." That's why I'm waiting till I've adjusted.

He ran his fingers over your torso where the leather and lace had been before, now it was just your bare skin and the ornate jewelry he'd made you. It made his cock twitch to see you wearing his pieces. You gasped as his cock did so and he pulled his hand away. "Are you alright?" "Yes, oh throne that felt good." You sighed.

You made a small shift so you were resting on his chest, your hips raising and falling once to test the feeling. The moan you both gave was confirmation enough that you were both ready. You raised your hips again, letting them fall, Vulkan hugged you to his chest tightly, the feeling was intense, like nothing he'd ever felt.

The rush was almost like going into battle but his body was not singing for war, it was begging for more of the pleasure he was getting from the steady rhythm of your hips. His own hips bucked, pushing his cock in deep as your hips fell and you gasped, stars bursting behind your eyes as you clawed at his chest in blind need for more of that overwhelming deepness and gratifying pressure. The primarch held you close as he rolled over, squishing you into the soft bed below. His arms were the only thing keeping you from being fully squashed. "It is not like I thought it would be." He growled and thrust into you again, making it hard to think. He set a new rhythm faster than you had been able to manage and harder as well. “Does it at least meet expectations?” You asked. “No. It far exceeds them.”  He growled his reply and his lips crashed into yours stealing a quick burning kiss.

Your panting breaths and words of love were spoken against his lips as he had his way with you, pressing kisses to your lips frequently as he shook the bed with each roll of his body. He enjoyed the sight of your body taking his cock and your breasts bouncing as he rutted into you.

Distantly you were thankful he'd sent his sons away and ordered them to leave you two to have privacy tonight, or else the poor things might have been subject to the string of pure profanity and lewd expressions your new husband had to say.

"I am going to fill your cunt with so much of my seed that you'll be leaking it into next week." The drake lord rumbled, his voice somehow even lower and more commanding. It had you clenching around him as you cried out in assent of this idea. Begging him to fill you to the point of bursting.

His pace faltered and he came hard. The pulsing of his cock was accompanied by a deep warmth that you were sure was him cumming straight into your womb.

You were going to say something, but he flipped you over, his cock slipping free making you whine. Your face was suddenly in a mountain of pillows as he pulled your hips up to meet his, as his cock slipped back in. This angle somehow felt deeper as he thrust into you, pulling you back by the hips to meet each one. He was not slow about it. His earlier concern was replaced by the need to make good on his word. "You are the most beautiful woman in this galaxy and I intend to make you the most beautiful mother as well." He nearly came again as he pictured you very round and pregnant with his children.

You didn't have the presence of mind to respond as he pounded you into the mattress. You were close, but it felt more than just that. You'd come in the past but from nothing even close to a fraction of this much pleasure. You babbled senselessly as he gave another bed shaking thrust and you came apart with a scream that you barely recognized. Your vision went white and your teeth clamped down into something below you.

You came to a minute later from a trembling voice and a hard jostle. Your gaze took a moment to focus as the warm form above you kept shaking you and crying out in concern. It eventually did and you saw your husband with a look of panic and grief on his face. "My flame please! Are you okay!? Please say something." He begged. You smiled dumbly and nuzzled his chest. Oh, you were in his arms, when had that happened. "Heya hot stuff." You mumbled and he sighed, his body was trembling. "What happened?" You asked finally and he took a few steadying breaths.

"You screamed and dug your teeth into my arm. You drew blood." He explained looking like he'd seen death. "Then you went still and quiet and I could not rouse you. I thought I had killed you!" He hugged you close and you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulder. "No, Vulkan, I'm okay. I just had the moth soul shattering earth quaking orgasm is all."

Vulkan stared down at you in disbelief. "My vision went white and everything. It was wild." You laughed and he looked ready to cry from relief. He reclined back into the bed with you curled up into his arms. "I'm sorry for biting you." You hadn't even noticed his arm had shifted positions. "It is alright my love. It will heal, and if I am lucky, even scar. Then I will forever have a reminder of you to look at." The comment made you laugh. "I'm glad."

You both rested there a moment before you sighed. "We should probably get cleaned up."

He sighed as well. "I suppose we should."