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Some more than likely OOC Dorn, I had written what feels like forever ago. First and perhaps last fic. please enjoy I guess. Like its a time. Lots of spelling/grammatical errors im sure.

Yaldarin has never once set foot in the snow, or ice. Nor has the woman been to a climate that was not full of heat and humidity. Now though she is sent a coat made for only the harshest of winters. The thick leather on the outside, feathered stuffing, fur trim and lining were all picked with her in mind. It is made from beasts he has slain just for her. She is having a stare down with the coat as if it is the fault of her new garment that she is in, Inwits orbit. Rogal is waiting for her, he took the time out of his busy day to greet her. If she does not descend to him soon, the man will make haste and drag her out need be.

The Primarch does arrive on her ship to retrieve her, and sees that she is not yet dressed in proper attire for the planet's climate. Thin sleeves and bottoms that barely cover her own. The sight entices him, not yet he tells himself. Yaldarin does not acknowledge him, simply deciding now is the time to put on her first real few layers.

“We have a schedule.”

“I know I know I fear it will be too cold,Rogal.”

“Do you fear the coat will not keep you? I had it made for you.” His hands roam and squeeze her form hard enough to leave bruises.

“I wish to be naked. In the sun.” The Primarch stands closer, and she leans into his warmth. He picks up her jewels , placing them where he sees fit. She absentmindedly told him once that she always wanted a set of pearls,the kind other nobiletes would wear. Now she proudly wears the ones he has gifted to her. if it was up to her she would be clad only in them. They go on right before the coat, sitting delicately upon her neck, stretching across her shoulders, certain strings sit right upon her bosom. “Rogal, your home is full of Ice.” Effortlessly he turns her around, putting the coat on her himself. Claps, then buttons then a head wrap, another hooded poncho he had crafted also with her in mind. Embroidered with patterns he traces into her skin when the time allows.

“Perhaps if you came to me I could have had that arranged.” He leads her, half a step faster than his normal pace, and waits for his love to catch their breath before picking her up. His face stays the same, emotionless like stone, hers is easy to read and she is relieved to be in his arms. Even if it's just for the sake of getting back on his schedule. She is to accompany him, charm her way through attending governors should he ask. Not that he will this time, does not want her to wander too far and escape to her ship.

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All Dorn has done is work. Work. WORK. Has not attempted to keep her warm once. Her hand no longer suffices, not when she knows how much better his are. Not when she can hear his deep voice one room over. Can hear every time he rises from his desk and sits back down and the chair creaks from his weight. Weight that should be crushing her into the soft bedding. The demigod works to avoid his desire, soon he tells himself. But she is right there moaning his name, panting and out of breath for what should be him. She should be squirming beneath him, chanting his name, nails clawing into his back. He hears her shout in frustration before his woman charges in. Scantily dressed yet again, determined to touch him at the least. hand offered out to steady her and she straddles one of his thighs, slick smears about as she grinds herself against it. He exhales no other sign of interest while resuming paperwork. Balancing herself with one hand on his chest the other goes down, plays with her thoroughly abused clit. He acknowledges her actions by telling her “well done” before kissing the top of her head.

“I was to have time with you today.”

“Soon.”

“It feels as though Eons have passed since you last had me.”

“It will be another eon if you continue to distract me.” He states, pulls her closer before starting on another set of schematics. Yaldarin sees what he is working on, another siege, another planet to conquer.

“In lieu of breaking down enemy walls you can always knock on mine.” The woman cackles, doubling down in laughter once he sighs disappointedly. “Then again my gates are always open for you of course.”

“Be quiet if you are not going to be helpful.”

“And if I dare disobey?” The woman rests her back against his desk, legs spread her center on display. He can see the bumps forming on her legs from being far too cold. Could warm them for her, just one hand would cover the expanse of her thigh, fingers so close to where she needs them.

“I will silence yo-“He sees her grin, the glimmer in her eyes at the possible other meaning to his words. Eyes closed and he exhales deeply, to compose himself yet again. “I will attend to you soon,” he holds her close, ignoring her dreamy sigh. “For now I require you to sit here.”

“Am I permitted to continue my earlier-“ the hand that should be warming her thighs covers the womans mouth and the other cups her bottom.

“So long as you are silent.” With an urgency he has yet to see from his love she sets her pace, grinding against his other thigh. If the behavior continues perhaps he will have to tie her up until this desire of hers fades. He squeezes her bottom absentmindedly while doing everything in his power to ignore her panting. Perhaps just one finger could be enough to satisfy her. Just a few strokes to her tight, heat. Maybe two or three to prepare her for him. Wouldn't his tongue be better? Would it not be best to have her juices upon his face instead of his pants? To taste her?

“Oh throne~” He didn't mean to plunge two digits inside her, didn't mean to curl them just so, and certainly did not mean for her to collapse against him with such a small brush of his thumb against her clit. Was

They both know she will not be satisfied until he can sink properly into her. Soon Dorn thinks to himself. Rising from his desk to put her back to bed. The inglenook has gone out, will have to light it once more for her. Gently he tucks her i to the mountain of blankets, leaves a kiss to her forehead then nose. Can feel his face and chest flush in embarrassment. Hears her soft laughter, voices a whisper that only he can hear.

“It's always the innocent touches that makes you blush Rogal.” He does not respond, opting to turn around and make himself busy. “I can describe in great detail how i want you to take me and I get hardly a glance from you but-“

“Yaldarin.” He presses his face to her still exposed neck, just a moments respite. A moment where he can be a man. “Tomorrow, you will know no rest.”

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Whe is on her best behavior or perhaps worst should you as the offened goveners. Though they should be grateful it is only her wrath for the time being they are met with. The sons of Dorn do concern themselves with her only when they see fit.

“Has he caused you offense? No matter how minute or great, we are instructed to-“

“If he so much as utters another word of disapproval towards your genefather I will gut him myself.”

“Of course Your Ladyship.”

“Your Father promised me a restless day… I though splendid finally what ive been waiting for and instead of what I need I am left to deal with petty complaints from pig sighted men and women that would let their own people rot in exchange for a few more comforts.” “I am ranting forgive me.”

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His woman is deep in thought, designing defenses and architecture of her own. Does not hear him enter, muttering about the proper materials and where to source them from. She dons the cloak she was given and not much else. He can see the slip clinging to her plump chest lace straining to keep the woman covered. Hear the strings of pearls move with her.

Taking a deep breath and can smell how fertile she is. Can nearly taste how ready she is for him with every breath. Now he thinks, now would be the best time for them too- but he has one last thing to show her. She had mentioned once wanting to see the night skies of his homeworld.

“Get ready to depart.” She jumps at his voice, her concentration finally broken. He can hear her heart rate slowly return to normal until their eyes meet and it speeds up once more.

“And where will we be going, Lord Primarch?”

“It is a surprise,” He approaches her, picks up her carelessly discarded clothes and dresses her with haste. Hands linger upon her back under the many layers. To her shock he leans down to press a kiss to gloved hands. “Your cheeks are flushed.”

“Lets go, lead the way plea-“ “this works as well.”

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This was not what the woman had meant by basking in the light of the sun while naked. This planet's Star is dying, the red glow feeble, its warmth long gone. This was what he had meant by a surprise, the two of them alone, truly alone. Despite the icy ground Rogal kneels before her, resting upon his haunches(?). Now he thinks, would be a good time. One ring, crafted for her, one bordeaux pearl seated perfectly inside. Yaldarin watches closely as Dorn takes her gloved hand, pulling her down, her legs wrap around the small of his back.

“Rogal I may be worse than a bitch in heat but I will not fuck you on the ice.” A joke one that gets the briefest of acknowledgement in the form of one single huff.

“Your glove, take it off.” He commands, eyes focused on her digits. So close. Her ungloved hand rests on the side of his face and she waits patiently for what comes next. Scratches at his stubble before it's taken into his own much larger hand. “For you.”

“Put it on me,” the woman is giddy, nearly as giddy as the first time she managed to bed him. “Metal from my home and-“

“To represent the sun of mine.”

“We are already wed?”

“Contractually, Yes.” He swallows down his nerves, she has not said yes to him.

“And I have given myself to you freely as though we are lovers?”

“As I do you.” He answers and she inspects him, in the same manner he does to their schematics. Dorn waits, patient as ever.

“When I swell with child I will need another ring.” It is a quick kiss she gives him, one that has him fevetently pulling her back in for more.

“I will provide all that you need.” He murmurs i to the skin he can reach.

“Perhaps I will be mounting you on the ice.” Another laugh leaves her throat at how quickly he can change her mind. “All the way back.” Just enough they both think, just enough of their clothes pulled down and to the side. Finally can feel tight, pulsing heat around him, and can feel the perfect stretch of his cock inside of her.

Dorns calloused hands move her upon him, while she clings to him for dear life. Knows that he is rearranging her insides. Knows that if it wasn't for the sake of her comfort against the chill he would be able to see the outline of his cock inside her. Loudly Yaldarin sings his praises and declares her love for him, quietly responding with grunt and groans of his own. She is quick to finish, always has been and for once Dorn is right behind her. Hips stuttering up while hands pull her down. The sweet moment in the last rays of the sun are interrupted by his Vox.

Devilishly she smiles, getting easy to ride him once more. All efforts are stopped when to both their dismay he removes her. Cum steadily coming out. Before righting herclothes, the woman scoops some up to lick off her fingers.

“Yaldarin,”his breath catches as she uses his fingers to do the same thing. “soon.” His face still as stone, no emotion till he she kisses his nose.

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No rest, just as he had promised. The demigod has made a mess out of his poor little wife, tied her up to stop her squirming. Gagged her so his sons and serfs cannot hear the way she screams as laps at her folds once more. Yaldarin would beg for mercy of she could, perhaps a quick break to catch her breath. But his tongue is so deep and his nose keep bumping against her clit how could she do anything but moan against the gag. Her arms are restrained behind her back by his doing, and thighs are held tight against his skull. She looks down through her tears and tbeir eyes meet, the both swear the other has never been more beautiful like this. Dorn treats her slick as water more than eager to drink it down when squirts upon him again.

Does not release her arms and is reluctant to pry his face away from her center. Takes the gag out and brings a glass forward for her to drink. She rests in his lap, feels his neglected cock against her plush bottom. Whines, grinds herself against him.

“Im I can- ah,”. “Rogal please - so ready please.”

“Drink.”

“Give me your-“

“My Wife is insatiable.” His wretched thing chugs the water down. Manages to catxh the tip

Kf him agaisnt her folds before the Primcarch pushes her away. Face into the bedding, spine arched, hips swaying.

“Your Wife wants have your children.”

#warhammer x reader #I dont known how to tag. Hope this reaches the tight people.

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