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and uhhh. um

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Be honest.... How many kids do you want?

Justine looked down at her husband, considering his question seriously. "It's not a matter of how many to have, as I want to breed, it is in me to do so. I suppose it is a matter of ho many you are willing to give me." She wouldn't put a set amount on herself, having children for as long as she was able was just how it was done in her legion.

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A strange Tithe

When the time of the tithe had come again, Amuun Tychar had not expected to be carted off to the flag ship of another legion, or that they would be joined by the chief librarian Te Kahurangi, who had been cryptically vague in his whispers about their upcoming duties. Even when pressed further he simply quieted after whispering to them in that harsh whisper that they would know in time. That their orders came down from the Shade Lord, Tyberos, himself. Amuun had looked down at his unarmored form and imagined that whatever was to come could not have been a trial of combat. Surely, even with how old and how sparse their gear was they had enough to armor those going into battle. Still he prepared for anything as the drop ship's door hissed open to allow them to leave into the larger ship beyond.

The inside of the ship had been bright and full of colors and sound, not at all the dim, quiet and meditative sort of their battle barge. It pressed on his senses like a physical weight.

He had been silent as his brothers and he were lined up in rows to be looked over by the astartes of the Dawn Seekers. Each in turn chosen by one of the battle sisters of the chapter and led away.

When he had been picked there was a strange tremor in his hearts. She was a towering figure. Heads over him, and even still there was something in the emerald depths of her eyes that seemed to suggest that what she was leading him towards was not in fact any sort of danger. Her fingers had entwined with his as she held his hand, guiding him down halls and towards what appeared to be living quarters. “My name is Violet. I just thought you should know given what you’re here to do.” The warmth of the expression she gave him after she said that made his icy core feel unusually hot. No woman in his memory had smiled at him like that. Not the serfs who served on the barge and he did not remember his life before his days as a neophyte. This was his first time in the company of a woman who wasn’t a baseline.

“My name is Amuun Tychar.” His voice was rough from disuse, but Violet hadn’t seemed to mind. Once she had stopped and led him into her quarters it became known to him what this tithing would truly intend. Amuun could never have guessed what was intended for him within those quarters was glorified mating. He still wasn’t sure that he was truly lucid, that this wasn’t some bizarre warp born dream.

His artificially sharpened teeth sank deeper into the flesh of her neck as he rutted his hips into hers. The salty iron of her blood was so hot on his tongue as flickers of memories played in his mind. Her hip raised to meet his and his eyes rolled back into his skull as her fingers pressed him further into her neck, pressing his teeth incrementally deeper, forcing the fresh clots to burst open. Is this what it was like every time to lay with another? Amuun couldn’t think straight. Her warmth was all consuming, distantly his mind thought that his body had not ever been this hot. He drove into that heat, wanting it to fill all of him. A thumb hooked in the side of his mouth, forcing his jaw down with a gentleness that shook Amuun from his stupor. He released the bloodied flesh and his eyes rolled forward to meet the emerald gaze of his lover. Her hand cupped his cheek and she guided his lips down towards her own. Pressing her mouth to his, he was uncertain what she wanted as he tried to remember what this gesture was for. He fumbled about, matching her motions until it clicked. A kiss, she was kissing him. He still fumbled with the rhythm of the gesture but his understanding made it easier. “I apologize. I have not done this before, any of it.” Violet smiled and ran her thumbs over his cheeks. “It is alright, Amuun. You are doing splendidly.” Her praise stirred something within him and he felt deeply pleased by it. He let his lips fall back to hers as she moved her arms to wrap around his shoulders. Spurred on by the approval he rutted harder and was rewarded with a moan of satisfaction by the large woman beneath him. 

His body sang with endorphins, her lips and body melding with his as he bred her. His body knew somehow what it needed to do. Perhaps from her blood, and he rooted himself deep within her as his body reached its peak.

Violet kept kissing him. Her lips sweet as she pressed her tongue into his mouth, he accepted it, learning from her soft caressed how to kiss this deeply.

He desired more, rolling onto his back she mounted him, her hands resting on either side of his head as she gazed down and smiled at the carcharodon. “You want more?” She asked. He gave her a silent nod, his cock staying as hard as he was willing. She lowered her weight onto him, letting his cock bury into her depths, he sighed and relaxed. Violet rode him, her body heat a balm to the coldness of his soul. He’d not known that there were female astartes out among the stars. Her smile and green eyes were like sunbeams shining through the surface to his deep sea. His hips thrust up to meet her descent and she gasped sweetly. She wanted to mark him, to bite a furrow into his neck as deep as he had marked hers. But she could not, she was not to mark or claim him. This was a transaction, and while s pleasurable one, it was still for the benefit of his chapter.

She came on his cock, with a soft moan of his name. He held her down, filling her again. His body shook as his claws raked down her beautiful skin. She would leave this coupling with reminders of it. He would be sure of that.

They spent what felt like the whole day cycle together. And perhaps they had. But he wished for more time. A selfish desire.

There was a knock at the door as he laid there in her arms kissing her and holding her close. It was time to go. She looked sad for a moment giving him one last kiss. “I will remember this time we shared. Thank you.” He dressed and left her chambers to rejoin his brothers. Violet sighed as the door shut behind him. “No, no you won’t.” She laid back on the bed, the burning of the bites and scratches the only sign that a shark had ever swum in her waters.

Amuun was ushered in front of Te’ Kahurangi, freshly cleaned and feeling oddly light. “Have you completed the tithe?” The librarian inquired, Amuun nodded. “I did as instructed.” “Good.” Te Kahurangi reached out and touched the younger astartes forehead with one long finger. There was a swirl of confusion in his mind and the briefest sense of loss and deja vu. Then nothing. He stood before his chapter chief librarian, cold and having never known the warmth of the sun in his waters.

The primarch herself had seen to it that new armor was loaded with the carcharodons as they departed. Perhaps that was what they had been here for. New armor from another chapter of outcasts.

Still there was an itch in his mind. He shook it away, clearing his mind and returning to the same deep calm that he’d felt before they’d arrived.

What a strange tithing.

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"I haven't dreamt in a long time." Solana sighed drinking her coffee and looking over the splinter fleet of tyranids headed for a sector full of mining colonies.

There were dark circles under her eyes, but her gaze remained sharp and focused.

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Hope you enjoy a decent amount of progeny. Cause she's providing.

*picks up Seraph* *kisses Seraph**kisses Seraph**kisses Seraph**kisses Seraph* *this repeats many more times* (Justine)

Is smooched to hell by his Space Marine wife.

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She's ovulating. This is a threat.

*picks up Seraph* *kisses Seraph**kisses Seraph**kisses Seraph**kisses Seraph* *this repeats many more times* (Justine)

Is smooched to hell by his Space Marine wife.

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Consideration for Dawn seeker reproduction

There are two additional roles a DawnSeeker might choice to take on. Being a stud, or a breeder.

Being a stud?

It is a choice made by an astartes, some individuals among the dawn seekers aren't interested in relationships and will choose to be a stud. It come with it's own unique course of training and an additional implant that jumps up the bodies production of hormones that aid in increased fertility and reproduction as well as producing additional hormones to increase female fertility like FSH, Luteinising Hormone, Oestradiol and Progesterone.

It connects to the prostate where this hormone cocktail is able to mix with a stud's seminal fluid to be delivered to it's recipiant.

Which in most cases is a human woman on a world recently devastated by xenos or other threats.

The idea is that a world with a small population of half astartes stands a better chance of keeping it safe in the future.

This of course comes with it's own additional set of tasks such as having Maverick or Janse mind wipe the women and have them remember the people they had kids with differently.

She doesn't remember having sex with an astartes, but she did meet this really handsome guardsman

At least that's how she'll recall it to her future children. Their father is some handsome rouge out there in the universe.

That additional benefit is that a half astartes takes to being transformed into a full astartes much easier. So the Dawn Seekers network keeps track of these worlds so their successors can go and pick them up if they need new and reliable recruits.

AND, just as there are studs, there are also breeders.

Being a breeder?

These very dedicated ladies, like all Dawn Seeker women have four sets of ovaries. Natural born or otherwise.

The second set is actually more like a set of testicles. This is where the magic happens.

As most astartes are infertile, the breeders bodies need to be able to handle that so they can still produce new astartes for other chapters.

So those pseudo gonads if you will are full of blank cells that will become sperm. However this will only occur if the body detects that the sperm is not viable.

If that is the case the second set of ovaries comes into play, where it will absorb the genetic material and be produce a viable copy of it for fertilization.

It's kind of asexual reproduction with additional steps.

Further more, a female Dawn seeker's body is like a genetic bank, storing the information of all those they've reproduced with and they can, in very dire circumstances reproduce on their own.

Nearly extinct chapters have come back from the brink with the aid of these very determined ladies.

And given that they are pregnant on average for only seven months they can help put out new astartes in a lot less time