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Hope you're doing well! <3

-lemon russ

I do, thanks :) Have a lot of work on my job so don't have much time for Tumblr unfortunately

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"But traitors consider themselves above mortals, so why not return sexual desire to them? GW has lost so much potential"

Because they don't need it, it doesn't contribute nothing to their lore, be above mortals include don't have sexual desire and they are still made for war.

GW didn't lost any potential, you're gooning fantasies are making you delusional. Isn't it enough that EC are the only Astartes with sexual desire for you? The rest of the Astartes and Custodes are asexual, get over it. You and the rest of fanfic writer coomers trashing the lore are just as delusional as the R34 artists that put boobs on T'au and Necron women.

Dude, I wasn't truly serious in this sentence. Let people have fun in their fanfics, omg. Cry about lore in other place.

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By the way, don't worry. I'm alive. I decided to take a break from social networks and writing posts. Firstly, I have a lot of work. Secondly, I got sick :(

As soon as I get better, I'll come back to you and answer all the questions in the ask box. And then I'll continue writing about Courtly Love.

P.S. Unexpectedly, I discovered Fallout New Vegas for myself. I only knew about the 4th part, which left neutral emotions, unlike this masterpiece. Perhaps I will also write works on this fandom (most likely yes), but on AO3 (about Caesar's legion of course) , not tumblr.

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It was so hard for me to write the parts where he bullies the poor imperial soldier. He's so scary, so evil and crazy. It's no wonder everyone is afraid of him. Yes, Luka is very nice to those he likes. He's really soft with Malina. He's more willing to compromise. Although his care and obsession can be suffocating and scary. The worst part is that while Malina is basking in his love, other mortals are suffering because of him. Creepy guy. I love him.

Honeymoon

AU Reverse Therapy

Summary: Luka gets the chance to spend a whole month with his beloved Malina. A long time ago, he lived for a whole month with a girl he couldn't love. But he could hate.

Pairing: Chaos!Lamenter/fem!OC/Chaos!Flesh Tearer

Characters: Malina (fem!OC), Luka The Angel (OC Chaos Lamenter), Virgil (OC Chaos Flesh Tearer)

Warnings: yandere, stolkhom syndrome, dubcon, noncon, torture, cannibalism

Word count: 8048

Author's note: I thought I'd remind myself and you that as a Chaos Space Marine, Luka can be quite cruel and terrifying. All scenes with an Imperial soldier will be quite unpleasant. Please be careful.

Song: Garbage - #1 Crush (Nellee Hooper Mix; 2015 Remaster)

Tag List: @druidwolf21, @pluvio-tea, @kit-williams

Luka wanted love. He had been dreaming about this wonderful feeling since he had undergone the reverse therapy. Feeling desire again was akin to bliss and torture at the same time. Of course, the Lamenter understood that as a Space Marine he experienced a much wider range of emotions than mere mortals. He could be a little… uncontrollable.

But he would learn. Luka bitterly regretted what the poor cultist and his two captives had gone through. But now he knew that human women were too fragile and he should not have sex with them for several rounds. And although he did not particularly like it, he also should not drink their blood, no matter how delicious it was. There were plenty of no-man's slaves on board that he could eat. The most important thing was not to harm his beloved.

Beloved. How many feelings and emotions were hidden behind this word. Oh, Luka so hoped that the third girl he found would be the last. His true love, whom he would protect from all the dangers of the world. Mortal men are much weaker than Space Marines. With Luka, the beautiful maiden will feel like she's behind a mountain. All of humanity can roll into the warp with a Corpse on the Throne. But for his beloved, Luka will be a true hero. He will try.

And the Lamenter had better find his maiden as soon as possible. He can't stop thinking about love even during combat. Although shooting Imperial soldiers is quite fun, the siege of heretics was too easy. The Astartes was already starting to get bored while mortals were turning into bloody scraps. And quite tasty. When was the last time he ate a human? It seems like a week ago. Quite a while ago.

"The God-Emperor will guide us, burn heretics!"

Stupid mortals again shout equally stupid words just to keep up morale. In the last couple of minutes, they have not shut up at all. Apparently they are desperate. Luka would like to roll his eyes, but he can't. His hearing caught on the one who was shouting these slogans. The soldier was clearly shouting too much, but his voice was still beautiful.

And the woman was pretty in appearance too. Golden hair, gathered in a high ponytail (had she lost her helmet?), green eyes and a straight nose. A beauty in a word. Luka couldn't help but stare at the girl, and she immediately noticed someone else's gaze and shot at the Lamenter.

"Dirty traitor!"

Luka laughed happily. Usually such a nickname irritated him and mortals always regretted the words they had said earlier. But when this girl said "traitor", it even sounded sweet. Just think, the Astartes didn't know that such pretty girls were being recruited into the Imperial Guard. And was she really supposed to be sent to the army as a tithe?

Well, if the Space Marine tries to be careful and gets to the beauty before the brothers, then she can forget about her terrible past as a soldier. After all, she will have Luka, who will gladly take care of such a cute thorn. Soon she will love him.

A month. He will need only a month.

***

Luka went to his quarters in high spirits after the meeting. Mortals and Space Marines who met him on the way immediately retreated, just to avoid running into him. Sometimes the Lamenter was sad that he was so much feared. Of course, in the past he had done a lot of nasty things, but the same Eurydice was not afraid of him at all. But she, like Virgil, played the mean one and refused the title of "friend".

So be it. And screw what others thought of him. Now the Astartes could not think about anything except the results of the meeting. Bakh joined other Red Corsairs as support for the siege of the forge world Dominica VII. While other Huron forces fought in Malestorm, a small part was ordered to ravage Segmentum Obscurus. Not the most prestigious occupation, but additional resource extraction for the forces of Chaos is also important. Well, demoralizing the forces of the Imperium on the other side of the Rift could be fun.

Besides, it was in this segmentum that Malina lived. Luka now did not regret at all that he was not fighting the main fleet of Huron Blackheart. Although he should not have been fighting now. Half of the Space Marines were just right for a siege that should have lasted at least a month. A quick victory. And if Luka did not have a chance to be on the battlefield, then Virgil was preparing to set foot on the ground right now. And that meant only one thing.

He would finally be alone with Malina. Of course, the Lamenter had plenty of time to spend with the girl alone. And the Flesh Tearer, if he wanted to feel a woman's affection, did it at night and when Luka was absent. Whatever you say, but they were a great team. And yet the Astartes could not calm his jealousy and dreamed of being alone with his beloved for at least three days. And here is a whole wagon of time. If earlier Luka was sulking that he would not be able to torment the Imperials, now he was beaming with delight.

The young man, despite his excitement, slowly opens the door, trying not to scare Malina. She was already awake, finishing washing the floors around the room. Luka could not help but smile at such a picture. The girl was such a hard worker, although she might not clean so often due to her situation. But Malina liked to live in cleanliness. Probably because she herself is pure.

“Oh, you're back already.” - the girl leaned the mop against the wall, smiling embarrassedly. - “How good that I just managed to wash everything. Hope you are doing well?”

She always asked if the space marine was fine, how his day went. None of the mortals in the service of the Emperor allowed themselves such antics. None of the heretics were suicidal to ask about such things. Luka didn't think that this was what he would miss in life. Malina treated him like a man. No, not like that, he was above mortal men (women are beautiful as they are). She treated Luka as if he were her husband.

"Everything is wonderful. Right now, half of our people will land on Dominica VII to help our brothers. The operation will last for a whole month." - Luka said evasively before breaking into a smile. - "And even though Virgil was sent to fight, I will remain on the ship. So you will not have to be bored."

"Oh, that's good. Otherwise, I would go crazy from loneliness." - the girl shyly plays with a lock of hair and the Lamenter can't help but look at such a beautiful vision.

It will be a wonderful month.

***

Lucky Luka. He quickly managed to reach the girl and stun her with his own butt. He even managed to take her unconscious body to the ship without incident. And of course, tie her leg to the bed with a chain so that she could not run away. And so that every Space Marine in the room knew who she belonged to. Alas, the Lamenter did not take into account that this beauty would hiss and fight like a wild cat.

“Y-you vile traitors, I will not betray the Emperor! I-I will not become a heretic, I will not become your slave!” - the girl with golden hair spits so hard that drops of saliva get on Luka’s face. He does not like this behavior, but he forgives her. She is scared, she is used to aggression because of her military service. But everything will be fine.

“Do not be afraid, no one will hurt you. I am Luka, I will protect you.” - the young man stretches out his hands, trying to calm the girl like a wild animal. - “I’ll take care of you.”

“That means he’ll fuck you good.” - Folki, sprawled on the bed, cackles vilely and Luka wants to smash his face until it bleeds. - “He’ll spread you out like a whore and scream how much he loves you. That’s the kind of romantic he is.”

“Shut your mouth, you’re in my way.” - Luka grits his teeth, trying not to show the anger on his face. He shouldn’t scare his captive. But, oh, how nice it would be to smash Folki’s face on the floor. To see how his skin cracks like fabric, how his blood spills onto the floor, and his skin turns into a bloody mess. As delicious as a hot stew.

“Really? And I think I’m helping. Look how she’s shaking, it seems like she’s starting to get it.” - the impudent man gets up from the bed, turning to the soldier with a lewd smile. - “Yes, little thing. Chaos Space Marines are such nasty guys that they know what sex is. And if you weren't Luka's pet, I'd fuck you good."

"SHUT UP!" Luka screams with such fury that even the defiant Folki shuts up. The Lamenter can even discern a drop of fear in his eyes. Yes, he likes that. He wish he could squeeze his head so hard that Folki's brains would leak out of every crevice and the fear in his eyes would grow even more. He likes that.

"Shut up, both of you. You're annoying." - the gruff and silent Nerva calls out from his bed, still clutching his personal slave.

The Lamenter only wrinkled his nose. He hated Folki, but his fury was nothing compared to the envy he felt for Nerva. Folki is a rapist, a lover of a good fight and robbery, a vile and disgusting space wolf. He only knows how to test the patience of his brothers.

Nerva was a secretive Raven Guard, a bastard who hid his secret desires. His only weakness was a legless slave he picked up in the lower levels. She was a fragile creature, desperately clinging to her savior. Luka wanted the same. He wanted to be loved.

Bacchus believed that former loyalists should support each other in order to later become full members of the Red Corsairs. Some formed real brotherly bonds, and some a semblance of family with their slaves. Alas, Luka was unlucky with his neighbors. He hated them. The only consolation he wanted was in love, thanks to his newfound feelings.

Unfortunately, his captive did not want to make contact.

“I don’t give a damn, bastards, do you hear me? The Emperor is with me. I will not surrender to you.” - the girl tried to be brave, but tears were desperately flowing down her cheeks. Luka reached out his hand, intending to wipe them away, but the beauty only pushed him away. - “Don’t touch me.”

“How mean you are. I told you that everything will be fine with you. You are just like a thorn.” - The young man grumbled tiredly, leaning towards the captive. - “Hmm, suits you. Now you will be a Thorn.”

“I am not your pet, traitor! My name is Zegentia Gloz, I am a soldier of the 115th regiment of the Imperial Guard. I will not be a slave to heretics.” - pride in her origin smoldered behind the woman’s tongue and she continued to spit at Luka, infuriating him.

She had an ugly name. Mean and rude, unsuitable for a girl. Eurydice Sever was the captain of the ship, a voidborn, ugly woman with dictatorial manners and sadistic tendencies. But she had a beautiful name and that's why Luka liked her, although they had never communicated. And here... no, he would not allow his green-eyed girl to wear such a disgusting name.

"Fine, if not Thorn, then Pet. That's what I'll call you now." - The Astartes does not give the soldier a chance to spew new insults, tying a muzzle on her face. - "It's a very cute name, just right for you. So be a good girl and stop acting so viciously."

Unable to speak or move her limbs, the woman only continued to look angrily at Luka. He only sighed tiredly, remembering "Flower" and "Rain" with pain in his heart. The Lamenter thought that now with experience he would be a better man for beautiful ladies. It turned out that he would have to face other difficulties.

***

“Oh, Luka. I’m so worried about Commissar Cain.” - the girl hugged the book to her chest, looking at Luka with horror. - “He was just surrounded by enemies. I understand that this is only the middle of the book. But some books ended in the middle, and the next 200 pages were devoted to pleading with the Emperor and the hero the book was written about. What if it’s the same here?”

The mourner only pursed his lips, listening to Malina. He was glad that she liked all the books he brought her. Besides, the book about Commissar Cain turned out to be much better than the one about Saint Celestine (he hated it, damn Ignatius). Luka even listened to Malina’s opinion with pleasure.

Although he was not supposed to worry about the hero of the novel, much less a real person. After all, they were fighting on different sides. But seeing the girl’s worries, Luka couldn’t help but worry himself. This commissioner should live a little longer so that Malina doesn't worry in vain!

"Don't worry! You know Commissar Cain and his courage. He got out of so many troubles thanks to his faith in the God-Emperor." - The Lamenter smiled happily at the girl, noting with pleasure how faith in his words appeared on her face. - "He'll get out of this trouble too!"

What is he talking about... if Virgil were here, he would have fallen out of bed laughing. But fortunately, he wasn't here and he has to freeze his ass on the planet while Luka is having fun with Malina. Although reading about Commissar Cain wasn't the best entertainment, the Weeper still had to admit. He was interested himself.

"You're right, Luka. Of course you're right." - Malina smiled happily and Luka blushed from such praise. - "How could I doubt him. In the end, he dodged a bullet thanks to faith… though.”

The girl moved her fingers and Luka obediently moved closer. To then blush even more from how Malina came closer to his ear. Her whisper and soft voice wrapped around his entire insides. It was so pleasant that the Weeper almost missed her words.

“Although I’m sure he was just staring at the girl’s ass.”

Luka laughed, amazed by the girl’s words. Malina, embarrassed by her assumption, hid her face in the book, continuing to read. Luckily, a couple of pages later it turned out that Commissar Cain managed to survive. Luka was even happy for this lucky bastard.

***

“Come on, this is very tasty porridge. I bet it’s even tastier than your rations at work.” - Luka holds out a spoon with food to the green-eyed girl’s mouth, waiting for her to finally eat. - “Open your mouth, Pet. You’ll like it.”

But she only turns her head away, hoping that the Weeper won’t see her tears. But he does. The woman clearly wanted to eat, but for the most part she refused to eat. Only sometimes did she obediently allow herself to be fed, when she couldn’t overcome her hunger. Luka saw in her eyes that at such moments she blamed herself. She was ashamed to eat from the hand of a traitor.

On this day, she apparently wasn’t so hungry.

“Well, please, Pet. You’ll agree anyway later. Why not stop acting like that then. Eat.” - Luka pokes the spoon into the woman's lips and she can't take it anymore, throws the spoon away and spits in his face. Again.

"Traitor!" - the woman hisses, but immediately stops short when she sees Luka's angry face. She, like all domestic animals, hides in a corner and whines quietly, afraid to move.

"Yes. Traitor. And I don't regret it at all. I don't regret betraying my order. I don't regret eating my brothers." - The mourner sits down next to the blonde, gently stroking her back while she whines. - "I don't regret eating your comrades. You know, I could have fed you their meat, I have supplies. But I'm giving you porridge."

The man squeezes the woman's shoulder tightly and she gasps in pain. Saliva and snot freely flowed down her chin. She looked simply disgusting. But Luka even liked it. He liked taking care of her. If only she would let him do it.

“Stop being so bad. Stop it or I’ll eat you alive.” - He doesn’t want to scare her, but the Pet has gotten on his nerves. He has to calm her down. - “And stop praying to the Corpse on the Throne, he won’t help you.”

Luka gets to his feet, kicking the bowl of porridge at the woman whining in the corner and sits down on the bed. How hard it was for him with her. Blue eyes catch on Nerva and Yuna hugging. Seeing the Lamenter’s interest, the slave girl clung tighter to the Space Marine, hiding her face. Luka swallowed, seeing such a picture. It was so cute.

“Nerva, mortal women like to be friends and all that, right?” Luka is awkward talking to the silent Raven Guard, but he, as a good soldier, is used to dealing with difficulties. - “Maybe Yuna should become friends with Pet? They’ll have more fun together. Maybe she’ll even behave better.”

“I won’t let Yuna get one step near your whore.” - the black-clad space marine hugs the legless slave tighter, inhaling the scent of her hair. - “This bitch is mad. You shouldn't have picked her up.”

Luka wanted to say something in response. To protect his beloved, but he couldn’t find the words. In truth, he didn’t like calling Pet “beloved.” The nickname didn’t suit her at all. He was already regretting picking her up. But the Lamenter couldn’t just get rid of this woman, could he? She was his responsibility now. Yes, it was hard now. But everything would get better later. It would.

***

“Oh, Luka, you spoil me. The porridge is delicious as it is, you didn’t have to bring chocolate.” - the girl looks at the Lamenter with embarrassment and gratitude. Luka only smiles in response, unable to take his eyes off those wonderful brown eyes. No one has ever looked at him like that in his life and never will.

“Mortals need variety. And you cleaned the room so well last time. And I thought you needed encouragement.”

Of course, it was just an excuse. He really liked spoiling Malina. Doing nice things for her, taking care of her. Yesterday, she dared to sing him a folk song of Astarte despite her embarrassment. It was so wonderfully homely that Luka simply couldn’t help but do something in response.

He couldn’t sing as beautifully as an Astartes. But he could bring chocolate taken from the governor’s palace. Most of these products were stored in the warehouse, waiting for the next Feast. But being one of Bakh's closest Space Marines, Luka could afford himself small liberties. He had been denied such privileges before.

"Well, if you say so." Malina carefully took a bite of the chocolate, savoring the taste. Before giving Luka a sly look. He felt his ears turn red. "But then you should try it too."

Malina held out the chocolate to him, waiting for Luka to take it. He took it. Only instead of fingers, he used his own teeth. The Lamenter felt his cheeks flush even more at the sight of the girl's embarrassment. They looked more like village lovers than a Chaos Space Marine and a prisoner.

"It is indeed delicious." The man leaned towards the girl to leave one small kiss on the cheek, which, however, turns into a scattering. "But you are tastier."

Malina bursts into laughter and Luka only continues to kiss her face harder, like a bird pecking at food. The mourner squeezes the girl in his arms, pressing himself against the girl's chest. The calm heartbeat and ringing laughter indicated that Malina was not afraid of him. No, today she was not afraid. And Luka was ready to drown the entire Imperium in blood so that this miracle would last forever.

***

The ungrateful bitch decided to kill him. She somehow managed to steal his knife. She waited until he and everyone else in the room fell asleep and then attacked him with her weapon. The idiot forgot that she was a captive of a space marine and one blow would not be enough. But the Pet did not even have time to strike when Luka hit her in the face, knocking out several teeth.

“You bitch have completely lost your mind, if you thought about killing me, huh? Huh?” - the man continued to pound into the yielding hips, ignoring the woman’s tears. He himself was crying while using her dry pussy for his pleasure. - “Why? Why? Why did you do this? I cared about you, everything should have been fine. You ruined everything!”

“Are you seriously crying while raping her?” - Folki, like a pervert, watched the entire process, shamelessly jerking off. - “You’re being so pathetic.”

“Shut up! I’m mourning my relationship. A freak like you wouldn’t understand.” - The Lamenter makes a final move, finally spilling his seed inside the screaming woman. Tears roll freely down his face as he looks at the equally tear-stained face. - “You betrayed me. You betrayed our love.”

“I-I only love the God-Emperor. H-he is my strength and f-faith.” - the woman swallows, unable to move. But she still has the strength and audacity to look at Luka. The Lamenter wants to suck out those green eyes. - “I will never love a m-monster like you!”

Luka howls like a wounded animal so loudly that Folki stops satisfying himself, and Nerva covers Yuna’s ears. The young man stops crying. Even though it hurts, it hurts so much. No weapon or poison could hurt him as much as the Pet did. His real heart beats like crazy in agony.

Something breaks in Luka. He can't stand that condemning look anymore. As if in a fog, the Lamenter immediately pounces on the woman and starts sucking on her right eye. The woman, who was trying to act decently just a few seconds ago, is now screaming in pain, begging him to stop.

"Oh, you're such a sick bastard." - Folki tries to act cheeky, but Luka can catch a glimpse of his disgust. If a bastard like him is terrified, then something is really wrong with Luka. Yuna is quietly crying in Nerva's arms and the boy wants to apologize to her for scaring her. But he can't. All his thoughts and thoughts are focused only on the one who betrayed him.

"If you don't want my care, you won't get it. You will not have my love. Do you hear?" - Luka feels the wonderful taste of mucus and blood on his lips and he involuntarily licks his lips. - "If you are not fit to be my beloved, you will be an appetizer."

The woman cries, begging for mercy. But Luka is no longer listening. He does not care.

***

The siege was going well. The Chaos Space Marines continued to capture more and more outposts and send captured resources to the ships. Including slaves, both for hard work and for pleasure. Luka and Virgil's room was one of the best, and the compartment looked tolerable.

And yet the Lamenter could not understand where his neighbors had so much time and, most importantly, energy for torture. The same Virgil also participated in the torture of imperial soldiers and aristocrats in order to suppress waves of anger. But Luka was alien to this. If you torture and kill, then only on the battlefield. It is much more fun than taking slaves to rooms.

But if before Luka only rolled his eyes, now he was grateful to all the sadists around. He was ready to sing their praises. After all, all these cries and pleas scared his sweet Malina so much that she, having only heard them, immediately rushed to Luka. She lay next to him on the bed, seeking protection.

“I know that they are heretics.” - Navina Malina whispers to the slyly grinning Luka in the shoulder, while he stroked her hair. - “But I still feel sorry for them. It hurts.”

She is very kind and merciful. Kinder than Luka. In the old days, he would have pitied the slaves, but now he does not care. Sometimes the Weeper wondered if maybe he had not gone crazy on that desert planet where he ate his brothers? Maybe he had always been a bad person? But on the other hand, even before the girl called him Angel, he was already going to save her. As well as the children. Maybe he's not so bad after all...

As soon as a woman's scream and the men's laughter resounded in the corridor, Malina pressed herself closer to Luka. The mourner only sighed at the behavior of mortal men. Why do they like to rape different women so much? Why don't they want to find the one and only one they will love.

"Angel, I'm scared." - Malina squeaked like a mouse, placing her palms on the man's chest. Luka swallowed, trying to suppress his growing erection. Of course, he could put his beloved to bed, but that would be disrespectful to her. She was scared as it was. So let her sleep.

Alas, but Luka did not close an eye, watching Malina's peaceful face.

***

“When we’re no longer recruits, I’m going to gorge myself on those governors’ food like crazy.” - Folki picked at his porridge with his fork like a child. He was going to steal the mutton and the wine supplies, but the red corsairs had taken everything. Full members of the squad. The three had served for only a short time and had not yet had time to prove themselves on the battlefield.

“Are you going to become the next Bacchus?” - Luka kicks his helmet into the far corner of the room out of boredom. He snaps his fingers, but the helmet is still in the corner of the quarters. The Space Marine rolled his eyes. He was in no mood to torment the stupid creature. - “Pet, have you lost your fear? Go ahead and bring it.”

“And why not, hm? And anyway, you must have noticed that he gives preference to all former loyalists.” - Folki smirked nasally, watching the Lamenter’s captive. - “Especially the likes of me. He was a Space Wolves himself, haven't you heard?"

"Then why is he called Bacchus?" - Nerva notes, carefully combing Yuna's hair. He had already managed to change her into cleaner, neater clothes, which he had managed to steal. - "It doesn't look like a Fenrisian name."

"No idea. Maybe he got himself a new one. How would I even know?" - Folki bristles like an angry dog, but sighs, settling down on the bed. - "They're moving a new guy in with us."

"What? There's not enough room here as it is, and now we have to put up with another mug?!" - Luka throws the helmet into the corner again like a child, watching as the woman hurried to pick it up. A loud cough and the Pet, understanding the hint, immediately dropped to her knees and crawled on her haunches."

"And the main thing is who exactly." - Folki kicks the Pet that came close, forcing it to crawl a different way. - "My old friend Loki. May the warp eat him, he's mad. And an idiot too."

"Stupider and wilder than you?" - Nerva looked at the space wolf with distrust. Having finished combing Yuna's hair, he kissed the girl on the top of her head. She only closed her eyes. She had been very weak lately. - "It would be easier to kill him."

"It would be better if you all died." - a quiet sound was heard and everyone in the room immediately turned to look at the one-eyed woman leaning over her helmet. She looked at everyone with an angry look. - "Traitors."

Luka clenched his teeth in anger. He immediately jumped out of bed and headed towards the woman, noting with pleasure how she cowered in fear. Now not as bold and tongue-tied as before? The young man grabbed the woman by the leg. Hearing the crunch, he only grinned and threw her to the other end of the quarters like a carcass.

“I don’t understand what else she’s hoping for.” - Luka crunched his head in displeasure before wrinkling his nose. The Pet was so scared that she emptied her stomach. The smell of urine rose in the room. - “How disgusting. Now clean up after yourself.”

The woman was about to take it with a rag, but the Lamenter’s clicking stopped him immediately. The Pet looked at him in fear until Luka nodded towards the mess. “Clean up with your mouth, properly.”

The Imperial soldier began to cry in a hunted manner. Her entire body hunched over, making her resemble the slaves from the lowest levels. But she had not yet become as pathetic as them. At least not yet. Overcoming the nausea, Pet nevertheless dropped to her knees and began to lick her own urine.

“And yet you seemed the most normal of us.” - Nerva looked at the woman’s efforts in surprise, hiding Yuna in his arms as she fell asleep. Luka involuntarily shrugged, ashamed of his behavior in front of the legless girl.

“I hardly torture, unlike many. And anyway, she wanted to kill me. And I gave her a chance.”

“Yes, yes, keep making excuses, little sadist.” - Folki turned away from the disgusting picture to the wall in amazement. Luka himself found what was happening disgusting. But he continued to watch. Since he had ordered Pet to do this, he would continue to watch this mess.

***

Luka loved to watch Malina. How she reads, prays, eats, sleeps. And especially the pleasure she experiences when they have sex. But most of all, the Weeper loved to watch her take a bath. He never thought that this would capture his brain. But even the first time, when Luka first saw Malina in the water, he could not get rid of this image in his head.

Of course, like any other girl, Malina wanted to be alone with herself. Luka did not mind this. Therefore, most often he just opened the door. And watched the girl bask in the water. How her olive skin blushes from the temperature. How she breathes. How gently she spreads soap and other creams on her skin.

Malina is always beautiful, but especially at such moments.

The Lamenter would like to remain unnoticed so that the girl could rest. But he still could not resist and entered the bathroom, wanting to talk to Malina. Tell a little about the siege of the planet, about the successes in commanding the squad. And of course, the most important thing. To complain.

“Eurydice says that I have to justify the title of captain, can you imagine? I already go to their training and plan boarding tactics when I'm not too lazy. What else does she need?!”

“Maybe you should be a little more serious when you're with your squad.” - the girl suggested, hugging her knees to her chest. - “Well, the last time you were just hanging out on the ship instead of training.”

“Yes, it was so much fun.” - the Weeper sighed dreamily before looking dejectedly at Malina. - “But I don't want to be serious. The squad will stop loving me.”

“Then don't be.” - the girl shrugged.

“But Eurydice will scold me and the squad won't respect me.” - the man leaned his cheek on the railing like a beaten puppy.

“Then be.”

“How complicated it all is.” - Luka stroked the girl’s fluffy hair, glad that he had not spent an entire hour cleaning the aristocrat’s bathroom in vain. Now Malina, in addition to soap, had a whole set of personal care products. - “And what would you do in my place?”

“Have no idea,” - the girl smiled shyly, causing a response from the Lamenter. - “Unfortunately, they didn’t teach us how to manage an entire squad of space marines on the agro-world. So I’m pretty incompetent in such matters. But perhaps you should listen to Eurydice. Try to find a balance. But still, your subordinates should respect you since you are a captain. And only then love you.”

“You are so smart. I am so lucky to have you.” - Luka admired the girl before his gaze caught on the sponge. - “Let me rub your back.”

“If you wish so.” - the girl awkwardly turned her back to the man and he immediately got down to business. Carefully, just so as not to tear off such lovely skin from the body.

There was something especially intimate in this action. Not just trust. But care. Luka tried to use only a soapy sponge, but the temptation was too strong. The mourner soaped the girl's back with his hand, amazed at how pleasant her skin felt to the touch. How soft it was. Luka snuggled up to Malina, tenderly kissing her shoulder blades.

Maybe they should arrange joint water procedures more often? Next time, Malina could soap Luka's back.

***

“Yeah, that’s it. Good. What an obedient Pet, ha.” - Luka laughs lightly, stroking his mate’s hair. No one in their right mind would think that he’s a vile and mean pervert if they heard his laugh. But here he is. Using his slave’s mouth for sexual pleasure.

He’s already had his fill of her female parts. And besides, he’s torn everything there, causing the Pet to bleed constantly. Both from the inside and the outside. Last time, he bit into her tender flesh so hard that he ended up tearing out a couple of pieces of meat, including a cute button. But he didn’t feel sorry. She didn’t deserve to have this pleasure.

“Take it deeper, stupid. Come on.” - Luka pushes his cock further into her mouth, squeezing her short-cropped hair. In some places, it was torn out to the point of baldness. The pet didn't look its best. There were bruises and black eyes everywhere. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her nose was broken in several places. There were open wounds on her arms and legs. Some of them were already starting to fester.

She looked disgusting, but not yet disgusting enough to start smelling like the Death Guard's abode. In addition, her slippery wet mouth pleasantly wrapped around his huge member. And the one-eyed woman crushing him with her size and saliva was so pathetic that the Lamenter only laughed even more at the sight of her. His balls hit her chin pleasantly.

“And yet once upon a time you prayed to your Corpse on the Throne with this very mouth.” - The Astartes stroked the girl's hair almost tenderly.

Perhaps she has not yet broken completely. Perhaps this slave still has faith in the God-Emperor. To her credit, she had tried to maintain her sanity and loyalty to the Imperium to the end. Even in this hell. And yet, Luka was not about to praise her for it, especially when she sank her teeth into his cock.

“You filthy bitch!” Luka grabbed the woman’s hair so hard he heard it crack. It seemed like another bald spot would appear on her head. Great. Even better, the one-eyed animal screamed in pain, opening her mouth wide just like he wanted. “Don’t think you’ll get away from me. I’ll use every hole of yours if I want.”

And right now, he wanted her mouth, and the Weeper was not about to deny himself that pleasure. Grabbing the woman’s front tooth, he waited a moment until he saw the realization in her eyes, and pulled it out. As easily as if it were a fake. Pet whined, choking on her own blood.

“p-please, noo.” The woman wheezed in pain, but Luka continued to pull out her teeth with a cold gaze. His cock ached with arousal and he wanted to let his pleasure out. He wanted an obedient mouth and he would get it.

“That’s much better.” Luka smirked at the bloody and toothless woman. Now she wouldn’t be able to bite him anymore. Now she wouldn’t be able to insult him like before. “Now open your vile mouth, stupid slave of the Corpse on the Throne before I pull out something else.”

This time, the Pet obediently opened her mouth as wide as she could despite the heartbreaking pain. It became even more intense as Luka shoved his cock inside. The Lamenter moaned loudly from the intoxicating feeling. No more teeth, only metallic, delicious blood covering his cock.

It felt so good that it took him a little while to cum. The woman, like an obedient slave, swallows his sperm along with his blood. And yet, a few drops still fall on the floor. Without looking at Luka, she immediately begins to lick the floor, causing her tormentor to laugh.

“Wow, you’ve become so smart. Did I really have to treat you like an animal from the very beginning?” - Luka watches with unprecedented sadism as the imperial soldier sheds tears on the cold floor. - “You never deserved the honor of becoming my beloved.”

Unhappy creature. That’s what Luka would have thought earlier, seeing this body writhing in agony. But the young man had already managed to get to know this woman well and knew how rotten she was. He hated her.

***

Luka was in paradise. He couldn't call it anything else. But isn't it paradise? Sitting on the bed while a beautiful girl tries to tame your cock. Malina was too soft and weak, so mostly the Weeper directed her hips up and down. Up and down.

Her natural lubrication helped the penetration wonderfully. The pleasure that engulfed the girl from head to toe squeezed the walls around the cock as hard as possible. The slurping shameless sounds of flesh on flesh, as well as sighs of pleasure filled the dark room. Pure bliss.

Malina settled her head on Luka's shoulder, unable to cope with the whirlwind of emotions. The Lamenter didn't mind. He wanted to see her soft lips and trembling eyelashes. But if the girl was tired, then it was okay. He would enjoy her sight to his heart's content when they fell asleep together.

The girl seemed to hear his thoughts and slowly raised her head, looking straight into Luka's blue eyes. The man's breath caught at the sight of her.

"You saved me." - Malina carefully grasps the man's chin with her small fingers. And Luka moans from her touch and words. - "You saved me. If it weren't for you, I would have died. I am so grateful. I am so grateful, Angel."

It was too much. Too much even for him. Luka could no longer think normally, speeding up the process. The girl moaned again, but this time fear settled in her eyes. She immediately hid her face on his chest. The mourner only laughed loudly at this. Luka felt drool running down his chin. He probably looked like a madman, but he didn't care.

Yes, he is her Angel, her savior, her lover. No one will take Malina away from him. She will be with him forever. He will take care of it. And all those who want to taste her flesh or offend her can roll into the warp. Luka will gnaw off their legs and arms and make them watch their loved ones die. He will turn them into mincemeat and sew a new cloak for Virgil. Because Malina is only his. Only his.

Luka did not notice how he came. He breathed for a long time, trying to cope with the excitement and evil thoughts. For some time he sat like that, still enjoying Malina's inner flesh. But the Astartes returned to reality again, finally hearing the crying.

“Malina? Hey, hey, what's wrong? What happened?” - Luka knew she was crying. He liked the look of her, but still, he had to calm her down.

“S-sorry, I was just so scared.” - the girl looked at Luka and he saw a waterfall of tears rolling down her cheeks. - “You had such a look.”

“Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just love you so much that I can't hold back. Your words got me going.”

“Alright. Next time I’ll keep quiet.”

“No, no. Don’t. I want you to say all those sweet things to me. They make me happier.” - Luka gently wipes Malina’s face before letting her lie down on his chest. - “You’re going to say them, right?”

The girl whines on his chest, but nods anyway. Luka smiles and gently kisses Malina’s forehead before running his hand through her dark hair. Poor thing. She’s so easily scared. It’s a good thing the Lamenter saved her and now she’s under his protection.

***

Yuna died. Quietly in her sleep. She did not suffer at all. But the inconsolable Nerva suffered. Luka already regretted his envy of the man, looking at how the Raven Guard sniffed the cut lock of the girl's hair. He felt sorry for his brother. Nerva became even more withdrawn and rude. But most importantly, lonely.

He was similar to Luka in some ways. Unlike Folka, the reverse therapy had a very strong effect on them. They craved love. But the conditions in which they lived did not allow them to have mortal girls. They were too fragile, and the space marines had not yet had time to become a real part of the team.

And still, they could not resist their desire every time. Their call of the heart. Nerva, at least, made sure that Yuna was burned, and not eaten or thrown into a corpse pit. Fortunately, the wild Loki did nothing but sleep. So he didn't try to piss Nerva off. Folki sat silently in the room, trying not to stand out. Even he had gotten used to the legless girl. Without her, the room became completely gloomy. Suffocating.

Luka involuntarily glanced at the one-eyed and toothless woman. She looked back at him like an obedient Pet, smiling like an idiot. Waiting for his orders like a dumb animal. The proud soldier, ready to fight for the Imperium and her loved ones, was gone. The woman Luka had liked in that battle was gone. He didn't miss her. But there was no point in torturing the slave either. She had no place in this quarter.

Having put a chain on the Pet's collar, Luka led her out of the room. She was about to go on all fours, but he forbade her with a gesture. The Lamenter hoped to get to the lower levels as quickly as possible. He couldn't stand her smell any longer. Her gaze. Her presence. Her entire existence was poisoned by him. Luka was not going to pity her. He had been waiting too long for the nightmares about his eaten brothers to stop. He did not need another burden of guilt.

“This is your new home now, Pet.” - Luka unhooks the chain from the collar, but the stupid bitch does not go inside the hall where the unfortunate slaves clung to life. The mourner angrily kicks the woman and she falls forward by inertia. - “Don’t be stubborn, you will like it here. There are the same pathetic slaves here as you.”

But Pet tries to grab the man’s leg, begging with her one eye not to let her go. She tries to say something, but without teeth and with a bitten tongue, she is doing poorly. A month ago, Luka would have been happy with such treatment. But this was not love. Not the one he was looking for. This was animal instinct.

“Let go, worthless.” - Luka hits the woman in the jaw again, causing it to break. The woman screams in pain, rolling on her back. But the Weeper only turns away from the former Imperial soldier and leaves the lower level. His soul has not become any easier.

He has only gotten rid of the trash.

***

“Luka, do you remember anything from your childhood?” - the girl blinked innocently, clinging to the space marine. Screams were heard again and the frightened Malina, of course, hurried to her savior. And although the screams of the captives quickly died down, the girl was in no hurry to return to bed. Although Luka would not have let her go even if she tried. Perhaps she knew it.

“Not really.” - the man hummed thoughtfully. - “I remember that I had parents. They loved me. I think. I remember our homemade stew. It seemed to me the most delicious in the world.”

“If you bring groceries and a small stove with a saucepan, I can try to cook it.”

“That’s very kind of you. Thank you.” - Luka gently tucked a lock of hair behind the girl’s ear. How lucky he was to have her. - “But most of the memories are lost. Basically, I only remember my training when I was accepted into the ranks of the Lamenters. I was very proud then. I thought I would become a hero.”

He should have continued to play the part, but then again, Malina was naive enough. Luka wasn’t trying too hard, letting the girl believe in the illusion of the loyalist Space Marines. And yet, he felt like he was walking on a dangerous line. He wanted so much to cry on her shoulder.

He could still hear the cries of his brothers at night. He didn’t miss them. He thought they were pathetic. But the Lamenters still wouldn’t let Luka out of their embrace. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t change his armor to the Red Corsairs’?

“But you’re my hero.” - the girl gently strokes Luka’s hair before running her hand down his cheek. Only then did the Space Marine realize he was crying. - “Do you remember the stories your parents told you before bed?”

“No.” - the man looks at the girl, fascinated. Just a couple of seconds ago, he was lamenting the past. Although here it is, the present right before his eyes. Malina is much better than the empty promises and debt that Astartes promised him. That the Imperium promises. Maybe Luka, deep down, regretted that he sided with the traitors. But now, looking at Malina, he understood that he did not.

It was the right decision.

“I can tell you a fairy tale that helped me fall asleep as a child. It is about a little boy who managed to survive in the desert. And all in order to return home. Because a rose was waiting for him there.” - the girl looks closely at Luka and seeing the right answer in his eyes, she finally smiled. - “Well then, listen.”

Malina made a good storyteller. It was as if Luka himself found himself in the desert, overcoming all its difficulties. It was as if he himself was walking on the hot sand, suffering from hunger and heat. And the terrible cold that comes at night. Cruel winds blew on him, and everywhere he could see the corpses of the same weak children like him. Who could not survive the hardships of the radiation desert. Who could not pass the test.

But the boy was able to survive. And despite the curse that came with him. Despite the thirst for blood, he was able to rise to the heights. Only in order to leave this terrible world. To leave behind other children. And return to the rose that had been waiting for him since its birth. Not knowing that such a fragile flower like her needs protection. Needs an Angel.

For the first time in many years, Luka allows himself to fall asleep first. Allows the fairy tale and the wonderful girl's head to envelop him like a warm blanket. Allows himself to close his eyes and fall asleep. But even in his dreams, Malina is near.

They will always be together.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Honeymoon

AU Reverse Therapy

Summary: Luka gets the chance to spend a whole month with his beloved Malina. A long time ago, he lived for a whole month with a girl he couldn't love. But he could hate.

Pairing: Chaos!Lamenter/fem!OC/Chaos!Flesh Tearer

Characters: Malina (fem!OC), Luka The Angel (OC Chaos Lamenter), Virgil (OC Chaos Flesh Tearer)

Warnings: yandere, stolkhom syndrome, dubcon, noncon, torture, cannibalism

Word count: 8048

Author's note: I thought I'd remind myself and you that as a Chaos Space Marine, Luka can be quite cruel and terrifying. All scenes with an Imperial soldier will be quite unpleasant. Please be careful.

Song: Garbage - #1 Crush (Nellee Hooper Mix; 2015 Remaster)

Tag List: @druidwolf21, @pluvio-tea, @kit-williams

Luka wanted love. He had been dreaming about this wonderful feeling since he had undergone the reverse therapy. Feeling desire again was akin to bliss and torture at the same time. Of course, the Lamenter understood that as a Space Marine he experienced a much wider range of emotions than mere mortals. He could be a little… uncontrollable.

But he would learn. Luka bitterly regretted what the poor cultist and his two captives had gone through. But now he knew that human women were too fragile and he should not have sex with them for several rounds. And although he did not particularly like it, he also should not drink their blood, no matter how delicious it was. There were plenty of no-man's slaves on board that he could eat. The most important thing was not to harm his beloved.

Beloved. How many feelings and emotions were hidden behind this word. Oh, Luka so hoped that the third girl he found would be the last. His true love, whom he would protect from all the dangers of the world. Mortal men are much weaker than Space Marines. With Luka, the beautiful maiden will feel like she's behind a mountain. All of humanity can roll into the warp with a Corpse on the Throne. But for his beloved, Luka will be a true hero. He will try.

And the Lamenter had better find his maiden as soon as possible. He can't stop thinking about love even during combat. Although shooting Imperial soldiers is quite fun, the siege of heretics was too easy. The Astartes was already starting to get bored while mortals were turning into bloody scraps. And quite tasty. When was the last time he ate a human? It seems like a week ago. Quite a while ago.

"The God-Emperor will guide us, burn heretics!"

Stupid mortals again shout equally stupid words just to keep up morale. In the last couple of minutes, they have not shut up at all. Apparently they are desperate. Luka would like to roll his eyes, but he can't. His hearing caught on the one who was shouting these slogans. The soldier was clearly shouting too much, but his voice was still beautiful.

And the woman was pretty in appearance too. Golden hair, gathered in a high ponytail (had she lost her helmet?), green eyes and a straight nose. A beauty in a word. Luka couldn't help but stare at the girl, and she immediately noticed someone else's gaze and shot at the Lamenter.

"Dirty traitor!"

Luka laughed happily. Usually such a nickname irritated him and mortals always regretted the words they had said earlier. But when this girl said "traitor", it even sounded sweet. Just think, the Astartes didn't know that such pretty girls were being recruited into the Imperial Guard. And was she really supposed to be sent to the army as a tithe?

Well, if the Space Marine tries to be careful and gets to the beauty before the brothers, then she can forget about her terrible past as a soldier. After all, she will have Luka, who will gladly take care of such a cute thorn. Soon she will love him.

A month. He will need only a month.

***

Luka went to his quarters in high spirits after the meeting. Mortals and Space Marines who met him on the way immediately retreated, just to avoid running into him. Sometimes the Lamenter was sad that he was so much feared. Of course, in the past he had done a lot of nasty things, but the same Eurydice was not afraid of him at all. But she, like Virgil, played the mean one and refused the title of "friend".

So be it. And screw what others thought of him. Now the Astartes could not think about anything except the results of the meeting. Bakh joined other Red Corsairs as support for the siege of the forge world Dominica VII. While other Huron forces fought in Malestorm, a small part was ordered to ravage Segmentum Obscurus. Not the most prestigious occupation, but additional resource extraction for the forces of Chaos is also important. Well, demoralizing the forces of the Imperium on the other side of the Rift could be fun.

Besides, it was in this segmentum that Malina lived. Luka now did not regret at all that he was not fighting the main fleet of Huron Blackheart. Although he should not have been fighting now. Half of the Space Marines were just right for a siege that should have lasted at least a month. A quick victory. And if Luka did not have a chance to be on the battlefield, then Virgil was preparing to set foot on the ground right now. And that meant only one thing.

He would finally be alone with Malina. Of course, the Lamenter had plenty of time to spend with the girl alone. And the Flesh Tearer, if he wanted to feel a woman's affection, did it at night and when Luka was absent. Whatever you say, but they were a great team. And yet the Astartes could not calm his jealousy and dreamed of being alone with his beloved for at least three days. And here is a whole wagon of time. If earlier Luka was sulking that he would not be able to torment the Imperials, now he was beaming with delight.

The young man, despite his excitement, slowly opens the door, trying not to scare Malina. She was already awake, finishing washing the floors around the room. Luka could not help but smile at such a picture. The girl was such a hard worker, although she might not clean so often due to her situation. But Malina liked to live in cleanliness. Probably because she herself is pure.

“Oh, you're back already.” - the girl leaned the mop against the wall, smiling embarrassedly. - “How good that I just managed to wash everything. Hope you are doing well?”

She always asked if the space marine was fine, how his day went. None of the mortals in the service of the Emperor allowed themselves such antics. None of the heretics were suicidal to ask about such things. Luka didn't think that this was what he would miss in life. Malina treated him like a man. No, not like that, he was above mortal men (women are beautiful as they are). She treated Luka as if he were her husband.

"Everything is wonderful. Right now, half of our people will land on Dominica VII to help our brothers. The operation will last for a whole month." - Luka said evasively before breaking into a smile. - "And even though Virgil was sent to fight, I will remain on the ship. So you will not have to be bored."

"Oh, that's good. Otherwise, I would go crazy from loneliness." - the girl shyly plays with a lock of hair and the Lamenter can't help but look at such a beautiful vision.

It will be a wonderful month.

***

Lucky Luka. He quickly managed to reach the girl and stun her with his own stock. He even managed to take her unconscious body to the ship without incident. And of course, tie her leg to the bed with a chain so that she could not run away. And so that every Space Marine in the room knew who she belonged to. Alas, the Lamenter did not take into account that this beauty would hiss and fight like a wild cat.

“Y-you vile traitors, I will not betray the Emperor! I-I will not become a heretic, I will not become your slave!” - the girl with golden hair spits so hard that drops of saliva get on Luka’s face. He does not like this behavior, but he forgives her. She is scared, she is used to aggression because of her military service. But everything will be fine.

“Do not be afraid, no one will hurt you. I am Luka, I will protect you.” - the young man stretches out his hands, trying to calm the girl like a wild animal. - “I’ll take care of you.”

“That means he’ll fuck you good.” - Folki, sprawled on the bed, cackles vilely and Luka wants to smash his face until it bleeds. - “He’ll spread you out like a whore and scream how much he loves you. That’s the kind of romantic he is.”

“Shut your mouth, you’re in my way.” - Luka grits his teeth, trying not to show the anger on his face. He shouldn’t scare his captive. But, oh, how nice it would be to smash Folki’s face on the floor. To see how his skin cracks like fabric, how his blood spills onto the floor, and his skin turns into a bloody mess. As delicious as a hot stew.

“Really? And I think I’m helping. Look how she’s shaking, it seems like she’s starting to get it.” - the impudent man gets up from the bed, turning to the soldier with a lewd smile. - “Yes, little thing. Chaos Space Marines are such nasty guys that they know what sex is. And if you weren't Luka's pet, I'd fuck you good."

"SHUT UP!" Luka screams with such fury that even the defiant Folki shuts up. The Lamenter can even discern a drop of fear in his eyes. Yes, he likes that. He wish he could squeeze his head so hard that Folki's brains would leak out of every crevice and the fear in his eyes would grow even more. He likes that.

"Shut up, both of you. You're annoying." - the gruff and silent Nerva calls out from his bed, still clutching his personal slave.

The Lamenter only wrinkled his nose. He hated Folki, but his fury was nothing compared to the envy he felt for Nerva. Folki is a rapist, a lover of a good fight and robbery, a vile and disgusting space wolf. He only knows how to test the patience of his brothers.

Nerva was a secretive Raven Guard, a bastard who hid his secret desires. His only weakness was a legless slave he picked up in the lower levels. She was a fragile creature, desperately clinging to her savior. Luka wanted the same. He wanted to be loved.

Bacchus believed that former loyalists should support each other in order to later become full members of the Red Corsairs. Some formed real brotherly bonds, and some a semblance of family with their slaves. Alas, Luka was unlucky with his neighbors. He hated them. The only consolation he wanted was in love, thanks to his newfound feelings.

Unfortunately, his captive did not want to make contact.

“I don’t give a damn, bastards, do you hear me? The Emperor is with me. I will not surrender to you.” - the girl tried to be brave, but tears were desperately flowing down her cheeks. Luka reached out his hand, intending to wipe them away, but the beauty only pushed him away. - “Don’t touch me.”

“How mean you are. I told you that everything will be fine with you. You are just like a thorn.” - The young man grumbled tiredly, leaning towards the captive. - “Hmm, suits you. Now you will be a Thorn.”

“I am not your pet, traitor! My name is Zegentia Gloz, I am a soldier of the 115th regiment of the Imperial Guard. I will not be a slave to heretics.” - pride in her origin smoldered behind the woman’s tongue and she continued to spit at Luka, infuriating him.

She had an ugly name. Mean and rude, unsuitable for a girl. Eurydice Sever was the captain of the ship, a voidborn, ugly woman with dictatorial manners and sadistic tendencies. But she had a beautiful name and that's why Luka liked her, although they had never communicated. And here... no, he would not allow his green-eyed girl to wear such a disgusting name.

"Fine, if not Thorn, then Pet. That's what I'll call you now." - The Astartes does not give the soldier a chance to spew new insults, tying a muzzle on her face. - "It's a very cute name, just right for you. So be a good girl and stop acting so viciously."

Unable to speak or move her limbs, the woman only continued to look angrily at Luka. He only sighed tiredly, remembering "Flower" and "Rain" with pain in his heart. The Lamenter thought that now with experience he would be a better man for beautiful ladies. It turned out that he would have to face other difficulties.

***

“Oh, Luka. I’m so worried about Commissar Cain.” - the girl hugged the book to her chest, looking at Luka with horror. - “He was just surrounded by enemies. I understand that this is only the middle of the book. But some books ended in the middle, and the next 200 pages were devoted to pleading with the Emperor and the hero the book was written about. What if it’s the same here?”

The mourner only pursed his lips, listening to Malina. He was glad that she liked all the books he brought her. Besides, the book about Commissar Cain turned out to be much better than the one about Saint Celestine (he hated it, damn Ignatius). Luka even listened to Malina’s opinion with pleasure.

Although he was not supposed to worry about the hero of the novel, much less a real person. After all, they were fighting on different sides. But seeing the girl’s worries, Luka couldn’t help but worry himself. This commissioner should live a little longer so that Malina doesn't worry in vain!

"Don't worry! You know Commissar Cain and his courage. He got out of so many troubles thanks to his faith in the God-Emperor." - The Lamenter smiled happily at the girl, noting with pleasure how faith in his words appeared on her face. - "He'll get out of this trouble too!"

What is he talking about... if Virgil were here, he would have fallen out of bed laughing. But fortunately, he wasn't here and he has to freeze his ass on the planet while Luka is having fun with Malina. Although reading about Commissar Cain wasn't the best entertainment, the Lamenter still had to admit. He was interested himself.

"You're right, Luka. Of course you're right." - Malina smiled happily and Luka blushed from such praise. - "How could I doubt him. In the end, he dodged a bullet thanks to faith… though.”

The girl moved her fingers and Luka obediently moved closer. To then blush even more from how Malina came closer to his ear. Her whisper and soft voice wrapped around his entire insides. It was so pleasant that the Lamenter almost missed her words.

“Although I’m sure he was just staring at the girl’s ass.”

Luka laughed, amazed by the girl’s words. Malina, embarrassed by her assumption, hid her face in the book, continuing to read. Luckily, a couple of pages later it turned out that Commissar Cain managed to survive. Luka was even happy for this lucky bastard.

***

“Come on, this is very tasty porridge. I bet it’s even tastier than your rations at work.” - Luka holds out a spoon with food to the green-eyed girl’s mouth, waiting for her to finally eat. - “Open your mouth, Pet. You’ll like it.”

But she only turns her head away, hoping that the Lamenter won’t see her tears. But he does. The woman clearly wanted to eat, but for the most part she refused to eat. Only sometimes did she obediently allow herself to be fed, when she couldn’t overcome her hunger. Luka saw in her eyes that at such moments she blamed herself. She was ashamed to eat from the hand of a traitor.

On this day, she apparently wasn’t so hungry.

“Well, please, Pet. You’ll agree anyway later. Why not stop acting like that then. Eat.” - Luka pokes the spoon into the woman's lips and she can't take it anymore, throws the spoon away and spits in his face. Again.

"Traitor!" - the woman hisses, but immediately stops short when she sees Luka's angry face. She, like all domestic animals, hides in a corner and whines quietly, afraid to move.

"Yes. Traitor. And I don't regret it at all. I don't regret betraying my order. I don't regret eating my brothers." - The mourner sits down next to the blonde, gently stroking her back while she whines. - "I don't regret eating your comrades. You know, I could have fed you their meat, I have supplies. But I'm giving you porridge."

The man squeezes the woman's shoulder tightly and she gasps in pain. Saliva and snot freely flowed down her chin. She looked simply disgusting. But Luka even liked it. He liked taking care of her. If only she would let him do it.

“Stop being so bad. Stop it or I’ll eat you alive.” - He doesn’t want to scare her, but the Pet has gotten on his nerves. He has to calm her down. - “And stop praying to the Corpse on the Throne, he won’t help you.”

Luka gets to his feet, kicking the bowl of porridge at the woman whining in the corner and sits down on the bed. How hard it was for him with her. Blue eyes catch on Nerva and Yuna hugging. Seeing the Lamenter’s interest, the slave girl clung tighter to the Space Marine, hiding her face. Luka swallowed, seeing such a picture. It was so cute.

“Nerva, mortal women like to be friends and all that, right?” Luka is awkward talking to the silent Raven Guard, but he, as a good soldier, is used to dealing with difficulties. - “Maybe Yuna should become friends with Pet? They’ll have more fun together. Maybe she’ll even behave better.”

“I won’t let Yuna get one step near your whore.” - the black-clad space marine hugs the legless slave tighter, inhaling the scent of her hair. - “This bitch is mad. You shouldn't have picked her up.”

Luka wanted to say something in response. To protect his beloved, but he couldn’t find the words. In truth, he didn’t like calling Pet “beloved.” The nickname didn’t suit her at all. He was already regretting picking her up. But the Lamenter couldn’t just get rid of this woman, could he? She was his responsibility now. Yes, it was hard now. But everything would get better later. It would.

***

“Oh, Luka, you spoil me. The porridge is delicious as it is, you didn’t have to bring chocolate.” - the girl looks at the Lamenter with embarrassment and gratitude. Luka only smiles in response, unable to take his eyes off those wonderful brown eyes. No one has ever looked at him like that in his life and never will.

“Mortals need variety. And you cleaned the room so well last time. And I thought you needed encouragement.”

Of course, it was just an excuse. He really liked spoiling Malina. Doing nice things for her, taking care of her. Yesterday, she dared to sing him a folk song of Astarte despite her embarrassment. It was so wonderfully homely that Luka simply couldn’t help but do something in response.

He couldn’t sing as beautifully as an Astartes. But he could bring chocolate taken from the governor’s palace. Most of these products were stored in the warehouse, waiting for the next Feast. But being one of Bakh's closest Space Marines, Luka could afford himself small liberties. He had been denied such privileges before.

"Well, if you say so." Malina carefully took a bite of the chocolate, savoring the taste. Before giving Luka a sly look. He felt his ears turn red. "But then you should try it too."

Malina held out the chocolate to him, waiting for Luka to take it. He took it. Only instead of fingers, he used his own teeth. The Lamenter felt his cheeks flush even more at the sight of the girl's embarrassment. They looked more like village lovers than a Chaos Space Marine and a prisoner.

"It is indeed delicious." The man leaned towards the girl to leave one small kiss on the cheek, which, however, turns into a scattering. "But you are tastier."

Malina bursts into laughter and Luka only continues to kiss her face harder, like a bird pecking at food. The mourner squeezes the girl in his arms, pressing himself against the girl's chest. The calm heartbeat and ringing laughter indicated that Malina was not afraid of him. No, today she was not afraid. And Luka was ready to drown the entire Imperium in blood so that this miracle would last forever.

***

The ungrateful bitch decided to kill him. She somehow managed to steal his knife. She waited until he and everyone else in the room fell asleep and then attacked him with her weapon. The idiot forgot that she was a captive of a space marine and one blow would not be enough. But the Pet did not even have time to strike when Luka hit her in the face, knocking out several teeth.

“You bitch have completely lost your mind, if you thought about killing me, huh? Huh?” - the man continued to pound into the yielding hips, ignoring the woman’s tears. He himself was crying while using her dry pussy for his pleasure. - “Why? Why? Why did you do this? I cared about you, everything should have been fine. You ruined everything!”

“Are you seriously crying while raping her?” - Folki, like a pervert, watched the entire process, shamelessly jerking off. - “You’re being so pathetic.”

“Shut up! I’m mourning my relationship. A freak like you wouldn’t understand.” - The Lamenter makes a final move, finally spilling his seed inside the screaming woman. Tears roll freely down his face as he looks at the equally tear-stained face. - “You betrayed me. You betrayed our love.”

“I-I only love the God-Emperor. H-he is my strength and f-faith.” - the woman swallows, unable to move. But she still has the strength and audacity to look at Luka. The Lamenter wants to suck out those green eyes. - “I will never love a m-monster like you!”

Luka howls like a wounded animal so loudly that Folki stops satisfying himself, and Nerva covers Yuna’s ears. The young man stops crying. Even though it hurts, it hurts so much. No weapon or poison could hurt him as much as the Pet did. His real heart beats like crazy in agony.

Something breaks in Luka. He can't stand that condemning look anymore. As if in a fog, the Lamenter immediately pounces on the woman and starts sucking on her right eye. The woman, who was trying to act decently just a few seconds ago, is now screaming in pain, begging him to stop.

"Oh, you're such a sick bastard." - Folki tries to act cheeky, but Luka can catch a glimpse of his disgust. If a bastard like him is terrified, then something is really wrong with Luka. Yuna is quietly crying in Nerva's arms and the boy wants to apologize to her for scaring her. But he can't. All his thoughts and thoughts are focused only on the one who betrayed him.

"If you don't want my care, you won't get it. You will not have my love. Do you hear?" - Luka feels the wonderful taste of mucus and blood on his lips and he involuntarily licks his lips. - "If you are not fit to be my beloved, you will be an appetizer."

The woman cries, begging for mercy. But Luka is no longer listening. He does not care.

***

The siege was going well. The Chaos Space Marines continued to capture more and more outposts and send captured resources to the ships. Including slaves, both for hard work and for pleasure. Luka and Virgil's room was one of the best, and the compartment looked tolerable.

And yet the Lamenter could not understand where his neighbors had so much time and, most importantly, energy for torture. The same Virgil also participated in the torture of imperial soldiers and aristocrats in order to suppress waves of anger. But Luka was alien to this. If you torture and kill, then only on the battlefield. It is much more fun than taking slaves to rooms.

But if before Luka only rolled his eyes, now he was grateful to all the sadists around. He was ready to sing their praises. After all, all these cries and pleas scared his sweet Malina so much that she, having only heard them, immediately rushed to Luka. She lay next to him on the bed, seeking protection.

“I know that they are heretics.” - Navina Malina whispers to the slyly grinning Luka in the shoulder, while he stroked her hair. - “But I still feel sorry for them. It hurts.”

She is very kind and merciful. Kinder than Luka. In the old days, he would have pitied the slaves, but now he does not care. Sometimes the Lamenter wondered if maybe he had not gone crazy on that desert planet where he ate his brothers? Maybe he had always been a bad person? But on the other hand, even before the girl called him Angel, he was already going to save her. As well as the children. Maybe he's not so bad after all...

As soon as a woman's scream and the men's laughter resounded in the corridor, Malina pressed herself closer to Luka. The mourner only sighed at the behavior of mortal men. Why do they like to rape different women so much? Why don't they want to find the one and only one they will love.

"Angel, I'm scared." - Malina squeaked like a mouse, placing her palms on the man's chest. Luka swallowed, trying to suppress his growing erection. Of course, he could put his beloved to bed, but that would be disrespectful to her. She was scared as it was. So let her sleep.

Alas, but Luka did not close an eye, watching Malina's peaceful face.

***

“When we’re no longer recruits, I’m going to gorge myself on those governors’ food like crazy.” - Folki picked at his porridge with his fork like a child. He was going to steal the mutton and the wine supplies, but the red corsairs had taken everything. Full members of the squad. The three had served for only a short time and had not yet had time to prove themselves on the battlefield.

“Are you going to become the next Bacchus?” - Luka kicks his helmet into the far corner of the room out of boredom. He snaps his fingers, but the helmet is still in the corner of the quarters. The Space Marine rolled his eyes. He was in no mood to torment the stupid creature. - “Pet, have you lost your fear? Go ahead and bring it.”

“And why not, hm? And anyway, you must have noticed that he gives preference to all former loyalists.” - Folki smirked nasally, watching the Lamenter’s captive. - “Especially the likes of me. He was a Space Wolves himself, haven't you heard?"

"Then why is he called Bacchus?" - Nerva notes, carefully combing Yuna's hair. He had already managed to change her into cleaner, neater clothes, which he had managed to steal. - "It doesn't look like a Fenrisian name."

"No idea. Maybe he got himself a new one. How would I even know?" - Folki bristles like an angry dog, but sighs, settling down on the bed. - "They're moving a new guy in with us."

"What? There's not enough room here as it is, and now we have to put up with another mug?!" - Luka throws the helmet into the corner again like a child, watching as the woman hurried to pick it up. A loud cough and the Pet, understanding the hint, immediately dropped to her knees and crawled on her haunches."

"And the main thing is who exactly." - Folki kicks the Pet that came close, forcing it to crawl a different way. - "My old friend Loki. May the warp eat him, he's mad. And an idiot too."

"Stupider and wilder than you?" - Nerva looked at the space wolf with distrust. Having finished combing Yuna's hair, he kissed the girl on the top of her head. She only closed her eyes. She had been very weak lately. - "It would be easier to kill him."

"It would be better if you all died." - a quiet sound was heard and everyone in the room immediately turned to look at the one-eyed woman leaning over her helmet. She looked at everyone with an angry look. - "Traitors."

Luka clenched his teeth in anger. He immediately jumped out of bed and headed towards the woman, noting with pleasure how she cowered in fear. Now not as bold and tongue-tied as before? The young man grabbed the woman by the leg. Hearing the crunch, he only grinned and threw her to the other end of the quarters like a carcass.

“I don’t understand what else she’s hoping for.” - Luka crunched his head in displeasure before wrinkling his nose. The Pet was so scared that she emptied her stomach. The smell of urine rose in the room. - “How disgusting. Now clean up after yourself.”

The woman was about to take it with a rag, but the Lamenter’s clicking stopped him immediately. The Pet looked at him in fear until Luka nodded towards the mess. “Clean up with your mouth, properly.”

The Imperial soldier began to cry in a hunted manner. Her entire body hunched over, making her resemble the slaves from the lowest levels. But she had not yet become as pathetic as them. At least not yet. Overcoming the nausea, Pet nevertheless dropped to her knees and began to lick her own urine.

“And yet you seemed the most normal of us.” - Nerva looked at the woman’s efforts in surprise, hiding Yuna in his arms as she fell asleep. Luka involuntarily shrugged, ashamed of his behavior in front of the legless girl.

“I hardly torture, unlike many. And anyway, she wanted to kill me. And I gave her a chance.”

“Yes, yes, keep making excuses, little sadist.” - Folki turned away from the disgusting picture to the wall in amazement. Luka himself found what was happening disgusting. But he continued to watch. Since he had ordered Pet to do this, he would continue to watch this mess.

***

Luka loved to watch Malina. How she reads, prays, eats, sleeps. And especially the pleasure she experiences when they have sex. But most of all, the Lamenter loved to watch her take a bath. He never thought that this would capture his brain. But even the first time, when Luka first saw Malina in the water, he could not get rid of this image in his head.

Of course, like any other girl, Malina wanted to be alone with herself. Luka did not mind this. Therefore, most often he just opened the door. And watched the girl bask in the water. How her olive skin blushes from the temperature. How she breathes. How gently she spreads soap and other creams on her skin.

Malina is always beautiful, but especially at such moments.

The Lamenter would like to remain unnoticed so that the girl could rest. But he still could not resist and entered the bathroom, wanting to talk to Malina. Tell a little about the siege of the planet, about the successes in commanding the squad. And of course, the most important thing. To complain.

“Eurydice says that I have to justify the title of captain, can you imagine? I already go to their training and plan boarding tactics when I'm not too lazy. What else does she need?!”

“Maybe you should be a little more serious when you're with your squad.” - the girl suggested, hugging her knees to her chest. - “Well, the last time you were just hanging out on the ship instead of training.”

“Yes, it was so much fun.” - the Lamenter sighed dreamily before looking dejectedly at Malina. - “But I don't want to be serious. The squad will stop loving me.”

“Then don't be.” - the girl shrugged.

“But Eurydice will scold me and the squad won't respect me.” - the man leaned his cheek on the railing like a beaten puppy.

“Then be.”

“How complicated it all is.” - Luka stroked the girl’s fluffy hair, glad that he had not spent an entire hour cleaning the aristocrat’s bathroom in vain. Now Malina, in addition to soap, had a whole set of personal care products. - “And what would you do in my place?”

“Have no idea,” - the girl smiled shyly, causing a response from the Lamenter. - “Unfortunately, they didn’t teach us how to manage an entire squad of space marines on the agro-world. So I’m pretty incompetent in such matters. But perhaps you should listen to Eurydice. Try to find a balance. But still, your subordinates should respect you since you are a captain. And only then love you.”

“You are so smart. I am so lucky to have you.” - Luka admired the girl before his gaze caught on the sponge. - “Let me rub your back.”

“If you wish so.” - the girl awkwardly turned her back to the man and he immediately got down to business. Carefully, just so as not to tear off such lovely skin from the body.

There was something especially intimate in this action. Not just trust. But care. Luka tried to use only a soapy sponge, but the temptation was too strong. The mourner soaped the girl's back with his hand, amazed at how pleasant her skin felt to the touch. How soft it was. Luka snuggled up to Malina, tenderly kissing her shoulder blades.

Maybe they should arrange joint water procedures more often? Next time, Malina could soap Luka's back.

***

“Yeah, that’s it. Good. What an obedient Pet, ha.” - Luka laughs lightly, stroking his mate’s hair. No one in their right mind would think that he’s a vile and mean pervert if they heard his laugh. But here he is. Using his slave’s mouth for sexual pleasure.

He’s already had his fill of her female parts. And besides, he’s torn everything there, causing the Pet to bleed constantly. Both from the inside and the outside. Last time, he bit into her tender flesh so hard that he ended up tearing out a couple of pieces of meat, including a cute button. But he didn’t feel sorry. She didn’t deserve to have this pleasure.

“Take it deeper, stupid. Come on.” - Luka pushes his cock further into her mouth, squeezing her short-cropped hair. In some places, it was torn out to the point of baldness. The pet didn't look its best. There were bruises and black eyes everywhere. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her nose was broken in several places. There were open wounds on her arms and legs. Some of them were already starting to fester.

She looked disgusting, but not yet disgusting enough to start smelling like the Death Guard's abode. In addition, her slippery wet mouth pleasantly wrapped around his huge member. And the one-eyed woman crushing him with her size and saliva was so pathetic that the Lamenter only laughed even more at the sight of her. His balls hit her chin pleasantly.

“And yet once upon a time you prayed to your Corpse on the Throne with this very mouth.” - The Astartes stroked the girl's hair almost tenderly.

Perhaps she has not yet broken completely. Perhaps this slave still has faith in the God-Emperor. To her credit, she had tried to maintain her sanity and loyalty to the Imperium to the end. Even in this hell. And yet, Luka was not about to praise her for it, especially when she sank her teeth into his cock.

“You filthy bitch!” Luka grabbed the woman’s hair so hard he heard it crack. It seemed like another bald spot would appear on her head. Great. Even better, the one-eyed animal screamed in pain, opening her mouth wide just like he wanted. “Don’t think you’ll get away from me. I’ll use every hole of yours if I want.”

And right now, he wanted her mouth, and the Lamenter was not about to deny himself that pleasure. Grabbing the woman’s front tooth, he waited a moment until he saw the realization in her eyes, and pulled it out. As easily as if it were a fake. Pet whined, choking on her own blood.

“p-please, noo.” The woman wheezed in pain, but Luka continued to pull out her teeth with a cold gaze. His cock ached with arousal and he wanted to let his pleasure out. He wanted an obedient mouth and he would get it.

“That’s much better.” Luka smirked at the bloody and toothless woman. Now she wouldn’t be able to bite him anymore. Now she wouldn’t be able to insult him like before. “Now open your vile mouth, stupid slave of the Corpse on the Throne before I pull out something else.”

This time, the Pet obediently opened her mouth as wide as she could despite the heartbreaking pain. It became even more intense as Luka shoved his cock inside. The Lamenter moaned loudly from the intoxicating feeling. No more teeth, only metallic, delicious blood covering his cock.

It felt so good that it took him a little while to cum. The woman, like an obedient slave, swallows his sperm along with his blood. And yet, a few drops still fall on the floor. Without looking at Luka, she immediately begins to lick the floor, causing her tormentor to laugh.

“Wow, you’ve become so smart. Did I really have to treat you like an animal from the very beginning?” - Luka watches with unprecedented sadism as the imperial soldier sheds tears on the cold floor. - “You never deserved the honor of becoming my beloved.”

Unhappy creature. That’s what Luka would have thought earlier, seeing this body writhing in agony. But the young man had already managed to get to know this woman well and knew how rotten she was. He hated her.

***

Luka was in paradise. He couldn't call it anything else. But isn't it paradise? Sitting on the bed while a beautiful girl tries to tame your cock. Malina was too soft and weak, so mostly the Lamenter directed her hips up and down. Up and down.

Her natural lubrication helped the penetration wonderfully. The pleasure that engulfed the girl from head to toe squeezed the walls around the cock as hard as possible. The slurping shameless sounds of flesh on flesh, as well as sighs of pleasure filled the dark room. Pure bliss.

Malina settled her head on Luka's shoulder, unable to cope with the whirlwind of emotions. The Lamenter didn't mind. He wanted to see her soft lips and trembling eyelashes. But if the girl was tired, then it was okay. He would enjoy her sight to his heart's content when they fell asleep together.

The girl seemed to hear his thoughts and slowly raised her head, looking straight into Luka's blue eyes. The man's breath caught at the sight of her.

"You saved me." - Malina carefully grasps the man's chin with her small fingers. And Luka moans from her touch and words. - "You saved me. If it weren't for you, I would have died. I am so grateful. I am so grateful, Angel."

It was too much. Too much even for him. Luka could no longer think normally, speeding up the process. The girl moaned again, but this time fear settled in her eyes. She immediately hid her face on his chest. The mourner only laughed loudly at this. Luka felt drool running down his chin. He probably looked like a madman, but he didn't care.

Yes, he is her Angel, her savior, her lover. No one will take Malina away from him. She will be with him forever. He will take care of it. And all those who want to taste her flesh or offend her can roll into the warp. Luka will gnaw off their legs and arms and make them watch their loved ones die. He will turn them into mincemeat and sew a new cloak for Virgil. Because Malina is only his. Only his.

Luka did not notice how he came. He breathed for a long time, trying to cope with the excitement and evil thoughts. For some time he sat like that, still enjoying Malina's inner flesh. But the Astartes returned to reality again, finally hearing the crying.

“Malina? Hey, hey, what's wrong? What happened?” - Luka knew she was crying. He liked the look of her, but still, he had to calm her down.

“S-sorry, I was just so scared.” - the girl looked at Luka and he saw a waterfall of tears rolling down her cheeks. - “You had such a look.”

“Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just love you so much that I can't hold back. Your words got me going.”

“Alright. Next time I’ll keep quiet.”

“No, no. Don’t. I want you to say all those sweet things to me. They make me happier.” - Luka gently wipes Malina’s face before letting her lie down on his chest. - “You’re going to say them, right?”

The girl whines on his chest, but nods anyway. Luka smiles and gently kisses Malina’s forehead before running his hand through her dark hair. Poor thing. She’s so easily scared. It’s a good thing the Lamenter saved her and now she’s under his protection.

***

Yuna died. Quietly in her sleep. She did not suffer at all. But the inconsolable Nerva suffered. Luka already regretted his envy of the man, looking at how the Raven Guard sniffed the cut lock of the girl's hair. He felt sorry for his brother. Nerva became even more withdrawn and rude. But most importantly, lonely.

He was similar to Luka in some ways. Unlike Folka, the reverse therapy had a very strong effect on them. They craved love. But the conditions in which they lived did not allow them to have mortal girls. They were too fragile, and the space marines had not yet had time to become a real part of the team.

And still, they could not resist their desire every time. Their call of the heart. Nerva, at least, made sure that Yuna was burned, and not eaten or thrown into a corpse pit. Fortunately, the wild Loki did nothing but sleep. So he didn't try to piss Nerva off. Folki sat silently in the room, trying not to stand out. Even he had gotten used to the legless girl. Without her, the room became completely gloomy. Suffocating.

Luka involuntarily glanced at the one-eyed and toothless woman. She looked back at him like an obedient Pet, smiling like an idiot. Waiting for his orders like a dumb animal. The proud soldier, ready to fight for the Imperium and her loved ones, was gone. The woman Luka had liked in that battle was gone. He didn't miss her. But there was no point in torturing the slave either. She had no place in this quarter.

Having put a chain on the Pet's collar, Luka led her out of the room. She was about to go on all fours, but he forbade her with a gesture. The Lamenter hoped to get to the lower levels as quickly as possible. He couldn't stand her smell any longer. Her gaze. Her presence. Her entire existence was poisoned by him. Luka was not going to pity her. He had been waiting too long for the nightmares about his eaten brothers to stop. He did not need another burden of guilt.

“This is your new home now, Pet.” - Luka unhooks the chain from the collar, but the stupid bitch does not go inside the hall where the unfortunate slaves clung to life. The mourner angrily kicks the woman and she falls forward by inertia. - “Don’t be stubborn, you will like it here. There are the same pathetic slaves here as you.”

But Pet tries to grab the man’s leg, begging with her one eye not to let her go. She tries to say something, but without teeth and with a bitten tongue, she is doing poorly. A month ago, Luka would have been happy with such treatment. But this was not love. Not the one he was looking for. This was animal instinct.

“Let go, worthless.” - Luka hits the woman in the jaw again, causing it to break. The woman screams in pain, rolling on her back. But the Lamenter only turns away from the former Imperial soldier and leaves the lower level. His soul has not become any easier.

He has only gotten rid of the trash.

***

“Luka, do you remember anything from your childhood?” - the girl blinked innocently, clinging to the space marine. Screams were heard again and the frightened Malina, of course, hurried to her savior. And although the screams of the captives quickly died down, the girl was in no hurry to return to bed. Although Luka would not have let her go even if she tried. Perhaps she knew it.

“Not really.” - the man hummed thoughtfully. - “I remember that I had parents. They loved me. I think. I remember our homemade stew. It seemed to me the most delicious in the world.”

“If you bring groceries and a small stove with a saucepan, I can try to cook it.”

“That’s very kind of you. Thank you.” - Luka gently tucked a lock of hair behind the girl’s ear. How lucky he was to have her. - “But most of the memories are lost. Basically, I only remember my training when I was accepted into the ranks of the Lamenters. I was very proud then. I thought I would become a hero.”

He should have continued to play the part, but then again, Malina was naive enough. Luka wasn’t trying too hard, letting the girl believe in the illusion of the loyalist Space Marines. And yet, he felt like he was walking on a dangerous line. He wanted so much to cry on her shoulder.

He could still hear the cries of his brothers at night. He didn’t miss them. He thought they were pathetic. But the Lamenters still wouldn’t let Luka out of their embrace. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t change his armor to the Red Corsairs’?

“But you’re my hero.” - the girl gently strokes Luka’s hair before running her hand down his cheek. Only then did the Space Marine realize he was crying. - “Do you remember the stories your parents told you before bed?”

“No.” - the man looks at the girl, fascinated. Just a couple of seconds ago, he was lamenting the past. Although here it is, the present right before his eyes. Malina is much better than the empty promises and debt that Astartes promised him. That the Imperium promises. Maybe Luka, deep down, regretted that he sided with the traitors. But now, looking at Malina, he understood that he did not.

It was the right decision.

“I can tell you a fairy tale that helped me fall asleep as a child. It is about a little boy who managed to survive in the desert. And all in order to return home. Because a rose was waiting for him there.” - the girl looks closely at Luka and seeing the right answer in his eyes, she finally smiled. - “Well then, listen.”

Malina made a good storyteller. It was as if Luka himself found himself in the desert, overcoming all its difficulties. It was as if he himself was walking on the hot sand, suffering from hunger and heat. And the terrible cold that comes at night. Cruel winds blew on him, and everywhere he could see the corpses of the same weak children like him. Who could not survive the hardships of the radiation desert. Who could not pass the test.

But the boy was able to survive. And despite the curse that came with him. Despite the thirst for blood, he was able to rise to the heights. Only in order to leave this terrible world. To leave behind other children. And return to the rose that had been waiting for him since its birth. Not knowing that such a fragile flower like her needs protection. Needs an Angel.

For the first time in many years, Luka allows himself to fall asleep first. Allows the fairy tale and the wonderful girl's voice to envelop him like a warm blanket. Allows himself to close his eyes and fall asleep. But even in his dreams, Malina is near.

They will always be together.

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I have more theme songs for other primarchs!

The Court Of the Crimson King- King Crimson for Magnus.

And Iron Hands by Mandroid Echostar for Ferrus Manus.

Love this songs!

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Which primarchs are most likely to 'go out for a milk'?

I don't think any of the Primarchs would abandon their children. Maybe Angron, Mortarion, and Konrad Curze, because they think they are dangerous and terrible to their wives and children. But they would make sure their family is safe. Corvus Corax would also do. Fulgrim would be heartbroken to abandon his family if he thought it made him imperfect. But he would regret it forever after, and after Laeran, he would bring them back. Alpharius and Omegon… I don't think their wives and children know their father is a Primarch.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Leman: "Brat! In here, now."

Your baby: "What? What's wrong?"

Leman: "Your grades. I've gone over them, and I'm seeing top marks across the board. Care to explain?"

Your baby: "You told me to do good in school!"

Leman: "Good, yes. But this is too good."

Your baby: *Nervous silence*

Leman: "Allfather knows, I've done my best with you. But academic achievement is not my wyrd."

Your baby: *Nervous silence intensifies*

Leman: "But. You know who delights in that sort of thing?"

Your baby: *Petrified panic*

Leman: "Who steeps himself in any and all lore, hoards and disseminates any and all knowledge, whether it be good or ill?"

Your baby: *Hyperventilating*

Leman: "Your uncle Magnus has been tutoring you, hasn't he?"

Your baby: "He just wanted to help me learn!"

Leman: "That bastard! I'll show him–"

Omg, poor Leman's child. They can never be friends with Magnus or his children. But he has Uncle Mortarion! Yes, he is a little creepy, but his children are normal. And most importantly, they also hate psykers.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Erebus: "Everyone wants to have sex with me."

Not everyone, only chosen one... Including me :3

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Your smith boyfriend gifts you a beautiful dagger he made, a masterpiece, a work of art that he took his time to put his heart and soul in... Only to see you cutting onions with it a few days later.

Lol, I'm pretty sure Vulkan would never have forged a dagger. The same goes for Perturabo and even Fulgrim. But Ferrus… yes, he was the one who thought of forging a weapon worthy of a primarch. Which is currently being used for a bow, while his beloved cries from the smell. It's the strangest thing that's ever happened to him. But on the other hand, the dagger is being used, and that's the main thing.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Another dumb headcanon: Khorne bless his women followers when they are in their periods.

Because...BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

Because it doesn't matter where the blood comes from :D

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POV: You are seven, and are a squire to your chivalrous father. You take care of his armor, sharpen his knives, serve as his cupbearer, and are learning everything that a fine knight should know. You started learning handling a sword before you could even walk, and you grew up with tales of brave knights and honorable heroes. You were so excited to finally be a part of it… Until today, that is. Your father's large, calloused hand takes your smaller and softer one, guiding it through movements as your first kill crawls helplessly. "Try to find the artillery," he instructs you gently, "death will come easier that way. It is the only mercy we can afford in a battle field…" You don't like it. You are scared. When all is said and done, you puke your guts out. You feel warm tears on your cheeks, and hold back a sob. You ready yourself to be scolded, to be told not to cry over something like this. But when you turn to look at your father, you see that he turned his back on you, staring far away. This is him giving you a moment to pull yourself together, you know this. You just wish he would comfort you.

This is very sad to read, anon. And I really like the emotions it evokes in me. I really don't know why, but for some reason I can't imagine primarchs willing to give their daughters to be warriors. Rather, it is really overprotectiveness, they are too used to the fact that their sons fight. Although it would seem that the Imperial Guard is full of women. But yes, if a primarch has a son, then he must become a warrior. And he will be seriously trained. Although the only thing the child will dream of is his father's embrace. I think such a cruel option as here fits well with such primarchs as Rogal Dorn, Ferrus Manus, Lion. Perturabo would have behaved worse, he would have insulted his son for his weakness.

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Jaghatai Khan racing, jumping, flying and doing all sorts of acrobatics on his bike, with your baby girl strapped on his chest, who is squealing in delight.

Meanwhile you're just...down there, losing your fucking mind.

Haha, it's so funny actually. As kids, we adore our risky fathers. But when we grow up, we become our scared mothers. Why does this even happen? Honestly, this scene would have fit Jaghatai Khan so well. I can almost visualize it in my head… and it's so damn cute.

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Silly headcanons: If Lion have little kids, he would let them play with the Watchers or be babysitted by them. Also he would have four, like lions in real life.

OMG, I wish I was being watched by Watchers. I absolutely love the memes of Leo with a Scottish accent and Watchers telling him about what happened in the Imperium. So cute! His kids would be the happiest kids in the Imperium with nannies like that.

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Hehe, glad you liked the Virgil drabble. It was weird to write. No big spoilers for the next drabble but I will say this…. Luka respects and adores Malina as his wife and so he won't use other bits of her body… But he knows about them. He knows them very well.

Sleep

AU Reverse Therapy

Summary: Virgil is left alone with Malina at night and decides to take advantage of this opportunity.

Pairing: Chaos!Lamenter/fem!OC/Chaos!Flesh Tearer

Characters: Malina (fem!OC), Luka The Angel (OC Chaos Lamenter), Virgil (OC Chaos Flesh Tearer)

Warnings: yandere, forced stolkhom syndrome, dubcon

Word count: 2160

Author's note: Dilf finally tastes Malina too ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Song: London After Midnight - Your Best Nightmare

Tag List: @druidwolf21, @pluvio-tea, @kit-williams

It had been only a few days since the Feast. Everything had returned to normal. The Red Corsairs were about to return to discipline (like the Chaosites had). Luka, to his dismay, had been officially promoted and was now training with the squad he was supposed to lead. Poor, poor puppy. Virgil didn't feel sorry for him at all. Finally, he could get a break from him for a while. Finally, he was alone.

Well, almost alone. She had always been here.

Malina had had a hard time with the Feast, but she had shown her best side. She had cried a little, but then she had calmed down. She had clung to him like a protector. She had even fed him from her hands. The Flesh Tearer wasn't going to fool himself. He liked it. In some ways, it was even better than the drugs from Baphomet.

But that wasn't enough. He wanted more.

Virgil had no intention of torturing the girl. She had a hard time adjusting to the Astartes. She had to gather strength and rest. Of course, Luka was upset, but he calmed down right away. Of course, his beauty needed to rest, he could wait a little longer. The veteran just grinned. The lamenter would have to wait even longer.

"Night" had already come and it was time for the girl to go to bed. Virgil gently stalled for time, asking her to clean the bathroom and take a shower. Of course, she was tired and just dreamed of falling asleep on a soft bed. The Flesh Tearer did not want her to sleep that day. But he wanted her to be softer, more ordinary. More defenseless. More tender. His complete opposite. But at the same time, the perfect complement.

Malina had just gone to bed, wrapped in a blanket like a caterpillar. She had just closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep. But suddenly the feeling of someone else's body on the bed did not allow the girl to fall into darkness. Instead, she was met by a dark room and Virgil's bright red eyes almost next to her face.

He had been looking at her greedily before. If Malina could deceive herself before, then after the Feast, there was no point. And yet now Virgil's eyes were burning with desire. With anticipation. Suddenly realizing what was about to happen, the girl trembled. The veteran only grinned.

"How you trembled," the man giggled, causing his shark teeth to sparkle. As if he was preparing to bite into her artery. - "Are you scared?"

The man slowly rose from the corner of the bed to completely position himself above her. He did not even have to bend over. The girl's bed, oddly enough, was just right for a space marine. Malina felt her cheeks tan as soon as she realized that Virgil was only wearing a bandage. The veteran tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, looking expectantly at the girl. She had to give an answer. Malina nodded uncertainly. She was scared. Virgil only smiled, leaning towards her face.

“Good.” - the man whispered languidly, before leaving an almost ghostly kiss on her cheek. And then another on her throat. And another on her chest, going lower and lower and even. Very small and short kisses. But even they burned the soft olive skin. Malina shuddered at such moments, trying to behave quietly as a mouse.

Let her scream. Tear her throat and scratch his skin until it bleeds. Let her enrage him. Let rage cloud his eyes and he howls with anger. He will rip her face apart, turn her into a bloody mush. And then howl from what he did. Let her resist, hate him. And let her call her savior angel. Call him.

But she does not do it. She is quiet and vulnerable. Malina is a very good girl. Too good for him. Virgil would even feel sorry for the poor girl that she fell into the clutches of bloodthirsty killers. But she is also too good for the Imperium. And the slaves of the Corpse on the Throne will not be as charmed by her naivety as he is. And now, even more so. They will simply burn her and brand her a heretic. And it does not matter that Malina, like a good girl, prays to the God-Emperor every time before going to bed.

But for not losing faith in such a nightmare, only the highest reward is due, right?

The veteran almost gently lifts the girl's nightgown. Hooking her underwear with his claw, the man slowly pulled the fabric towards himself. The poor girl was shaking like an aspen leaf, and yet she could not tear her eyes away from Virgil's face. His red eyes also followed every facial expression. Even when his black tongue touched the feminine sex.

Malina was dry. It's hard to get aroused when a terrifying looking and characterful space marine is leaning over you. It's even good. Virgil wasn't averse to breaking through someone else's defenses. And his tongue was wet enough to fix the situation. Long enough that he could simultaneously touch her clitoris and push inside, pressing on the right spots. Preparing and stretching her for him.

Virgil almost growled, enjoying her delicious taste between her legs. How the girl breathed intermittently, trying to suppress her moans. He felt her fatigue, the desire to cling to the bed and fall asleep. To let the Flesh Tearer do whatever he wanted with her body. But the growing pleasure and at the same time fear kept Malina from the long-awaited sleep. A bittersweet combination, a great drug for a bastard like Virgil.

Malina tightly closed her eyes, being on the verge of falling apart. The veteran had to grab her trembling hips sharply, leaving bruises on her tender skin. But she didn't make a sound. Only the liquid splashing onto his mouth was proof of her pleasure. In truth, Virgil wouldn't mind licking her pussy clean again, so that it would be harder and harder for Malina to hold back her moans each time. He wasn't at all averse. But the pain in her crotch was already making itself felt.

It's very easy for Virgil to penetrate inside. Her walls squeeze his cock tightly, but he doesn't want to rush. He always took it by force, hard and fast. He liked it. At least he thought so. But now he wants to torture himself. Virgil just wants to prolong this wonderful moment.

Malina's gaze is blurry, as if she is in a fog. Perhaps because despite the invasion of her body, she still fell asleep. Or perhaps it was all about the heavy tears gathering in the corners of her eyes and sliding freely down her cheeks. At least until Virgil wiped them away with his thumbs from the girl's enemy.

"There is no reason to cry, you are doing well." - the man whispers sweetly, but the girl does not trust him. Malina sees that Virgil likes her tears. - "You can sleep if you want. I will not hurt you."

Malina only nodded, pursing her lips, feeling new tears flowing down her cheeks. Partly it hurt, partly it was shame for the pleasure her body was experiencing. Partly she was afraid to look into those cruel red eyes. And at the same time, Malina was grateful to the Flesh Tearer for allowing her to fall into the saving blackness. Although he does this only because he likes it.

The girl laid her head on the pillow, closing her eyes. Trying to get used to the sensations, to the sounds of flesh on flesh. Just like the night of the Feast and yet different. This was her second sex, she could be given a break, she would soon get used to it. The Flesh Tearer seemed to understand this too. Virgil was silent, swaying his hips and periodically leaning uncomfortably towards Malina, kissing her temple. At moments when her walls gripped his member tighter, he cooed over the girl, who was on the edge of reality and sleep.

“Do you like it? Do you want more?” - but she did not answer, tired and exhausted. This only turned the veteran on even more. - “Sleep, darling, sleep.”

And yet Malina could not completely fall asleep, feeling how something was hardening inside her. Filling with heat and twisting before pressing on her insides. The body of an Astartes is much warmer than that of an ordinary human. The same applies not only to his blood, but also to his sperm. The girl realized this back at the Feast, when she screamed in surprise and pain, having scratched Luka's shoulders. But he, without taking offense, only helped her clean up the mess and apologized for a long time.

So now, she opened her eyes in horror when she realized how the veteran was releasing his pleasure. Filled with chemicals and too hot for her body, it immediately brought Malina back to reality. The girl's brown eyes immediately filled with tears, and a long groan came from her throat. Malina grabbed Virgil's shoulders like a drowning man, hoping that he would stop his torture. He stopped. Although not right away.

Virgil leaves the pliable body, pitying the poor thing. She will have to adapt to the Astartes for a long time, but she will cope. She's a good girl. But while the veteran can easily leave her divine sex, getting out of bed was much more difficult.

He just... wants to look at her. To imprint her innocent, sleepy image in his mind. As if he's afraid that if he blinks, she'll be gone. Malina is the best thing he ever had, and he would never have met such a girl in his life if it weren't for Luka. Virgil has grown attached to her. He wants to take care of her. He wants to protect her.

For the first time in hundreds of years, he understands what it means to be an Angel of the Emperor. But as a loyalist, he's never felt this way. But the Flesh Tearers loyal to the Imperium don't love mortals the way he loves Malina. Hell, they don't even seek to protect people, preferring to kill more. Virgil is even worse. But for this girl, he will be an exception.

The veteran slowly leans towards Malina before leaving a long, gentle kiss on her forehead. He doesn't want to tell her everything that's on his mind or in his hardened heart. He doesn't want to. This gesture will be enough. Seeing a small, embarrassed smile on the girl's face, he finally gets up from her bed.

But even after returning to his bed, he still can't close his eyes for a long time. Even if his body feels great, and his irritation has subsided. But Virgil simply cannot stop watching her sleeping appearance. Guarding her like a faithful dog from all the dangers of the world. Except for himself. 

***

Luka pouts like a child, crossing his arms over his chest and stamping his foot. But he won't say a word to the veteran while Malina is in the room. And she's always here. The lamenter wants to drag Virgil outside and complain about having to wait another week before he can take the girl to bed again. But he can't, to Virgil's delight.

"Everything is delicious. Thank you very much, Luka." - Malina thanks the lamenter, gobbling up cheese with both cheeks. Her mood has noticeably improved, but without receiving an answer, the girl shifts uncomfortably. - "Luka?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm glad you like it. I have more cheese if you want." - the blond can't help but smile at the sight of the hamster-like girl. She nods and the cheerful young man carries the plate to the bed while Malina rummages through her personal little library.

"Let me read to you about Saint Celestine then." - Malina happily settles down on the bed, taking a book and a plate of cheese. Luka only sighs resignedly, but nods obediently, enjoying the soft voice.

Virgil only grins at this picture, tossing and turning in his bed. Of all the stories the girl had read, the Lamenter hated the one about the corpse bride on the throne. The veteran was almost sure that Malina had chosen the book on purpose to tease the pup a little. She was very smart. He had realized this especially since last night.

The veteran licked his lips, continuing to look at the young couple, gobbling up cheese and reading the sermons of the animal Ignatius about Celestine. And yet, just recently, he had relaxed so well on this very bed. Luka understood this, which made him fidget even more uncomfortably under the quiet laughter of the flesh tearer. Finally, Virgil closes his eyes, carried away by the memories of a wonderful night.

He had not felt so relaxed for a long time.

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I really wanted to leave this point that sex with a Space Marine can be not only enjoyable, but also extremely painful and tiring for many reasons. So yeah. Malina will definitely need at least two months to get used to their size and the chemicals so that the breaks aren't so long. Virgil is a beast. It was actually quite scary to write about him, although in fact he is less dangerous than Luka (well, at least with Malina).

Sleep

AU Reverse Therapy

Summary: Virgil is left alone with Malina at night and decides to take advantage of this opportunity.

Pairing: Chaos!Lamenter/fem!OC/Chaos!Flesh Tearer

Characters: Malina (fem!OC), Luka The Angel (OC Chaos Lamenter), Virgil (OC Chaos Flesh Tearer)

Warnings: yandere, forced stolkhom syndrome, dubcon

Word count: 2160

Author's note: Dilf finally tastes Malina too ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Song: London After Midnight - Your Best Nightmare

Tag List: @druidwolf21, @pluvio-tea, @kit-williams

It had been only a few days since the Feast. Everything had returned to normal. The Red Corsairs were about to return to discipline (like the Chaosites had). Luka, to his dismay, had been officially promoted and was now training with the squad he was supposed to lead. Poor, poor puppy. Virgil didn't feel sorry for him at all. Finally, he could get a break from him for a while. Finally, he was alone.

Well, almost alone. She had always been here.

Malina had had a hard time with the Feast, but she had shown her best side. She had cried a little, but then she had calmed down. She had clung to him like a protector. She had even fed him from her hands. The Flesh Tearer wasn't going to fool himself. He liked it. In some ways, it was even better than the drugs from Baphomet.

But that wasn't enough. He wanted more.

Virgil had no intention of torturing the girl. She had a hard time adjusting to the Astartes. She had to gather strength and rest. Of course, Luka was upset, but he calmed down right away. Of course, his beauty needed to rest, he could wait a little longer. The veteran just grinned. The lamenter would have to wait even longer.

"Night" had already come and it was time for the girl to go to bed. Virgil gently stalled for time, asking her to clean the bathroom and take a shower. Of course, she was tired and just dreamed of falling asleep on a soft bed. The Flesh Tearer did not want her to sleep that day. But he wanted her to be softer, more ordinary. More defenseless. More tender. His complete opposite. But at the same time, the perfect complement.

Malina had just gone to bed, wrapped in a blanket like a caterpillar. She had just closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep. But suddenly the feeling of someone else's body on the bed did not allow the girl to fall into darkness. Instead, she was met by a dark room and Virgil's bright red eyes almost next to her face.

He had been looking at her greedily before. If Malina could deceive herself before, then after the Feast, there was no point. And yet now Virgil's eyes were burning with desire. With anticipation. Suddenly realizing what was about to happen, the girl trembled. The veteran only grinned.

"How you trembled," the man giggled, causing his shark teeth to sparkle. As if he was preparing to bite into her artery. - "Are you scared?"

The man slowly rose from the corner of the bed to completely position himself above her. He did not even have to bend over. The girl's bed, oddly enough, was just right for a space marine. Malina felt her cheeks tan as soon as she realized that Virgil was only wearing a bandage. The veteran tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, looking expectantly at the girl. She had to give an answer. Malina nodded uncertainly. She was scared. Virgil only smiled, leaning towards her face.

“Good.” - the man whispered languidly, before leaving an almost ghostly kiss on her cheek. And then another on her throat. And another on her chest, going lower and lower and even. Very small and short kisses. But even they burned the soft olive skin. Malina shuddered at such moments, trying to behave quietly as a mouse.

Let her scream. Tear her throat and scratch his skin until it bleeds. Let her enrage him. Let rage cloud his eyes and he howls with anger. He will rip her face apart, turn her into a bloody mush. And then howl from what he did. Let her resist, hate him. And let her call her savior angel. Call him.

But she does not do it. She is quiet and vulnerable. Malina is a very good girl. Too good for him. Virgil would even feel sorry for the poor girl that she fell into the clutches of bloodthirsty killers. But she is also too good for the Imperium. And the slaves of the Corpse on the Throne will not be as charmed by her naivety as he is. And now, even more so. They will simply burn her and brand her a heretic. And it does not matter that Malina, like a good girl, prays to the God-Emperor every time before going to bed.

But for not losing faith in such a nightmare, only the highest reward is due, right?

The veteran almost gently lifts the girl's nightgown. Hooking her underwear with his claw, the man slowly pulled the fabric towards himself. The poor girl was shaking like an aspen leaf, and yet she could not tear her eyes away from Virgil's face. His red eyes also followed every facial expression. Even when his black tongue touched the feminine sex.

Malina was dry. It's hard to get aroused when a terrifying looking and characterful space marine is leaning over you. It's even good. Virgil wasn't averse to breaking through someone else's defenses. And his tongue was wet enough to fix the situation. Long enough that he could simultaneously touch her clitoris and push inside, pressing on the right spots. Preparing and stretching her for him.

Virgil almost growled, enjoying her delicious taste between her legs. How the girl breathed intermittently, trying to suppress her moans. He felt her fatigue, the desire to cling to the bed and fall asleep. To let the Flesh Tearer do whatever he wanted with her body. But the growing pleasure and at the same time fear kept Malina from the long-awaited sleep. A bittersweet combination, a great drug for a bastard like Virgil.

Malina tightly closed her eyes, being on the verge of falling apart. The veteran had to grab her trembling hips sharply, leaving bruises on her tender skin. But she didn't make a sound. Only the liquid splashing onto his mouth was proof of her pleasure. In truth, Virgil wouldn't mind licking her pussy clean again, so that it would be harder and harder for Malina to hold back her moans each time. He wasn't at all averse. But the pain in her crotch was already making itself felt.

It's very easy for Virgil to penetrate inside. Her walls squeeze his cock tightly, but he doesn't want to rush. He always took it by force, hard and fast. He liked it. At least he thought so. But now he wants to torture himself. Virgil just wants to prolong this wonderful moment.

Malina's gaze is blurry, as if she is in a fog. Perhaps because despite the invasion of her body, she still fell asleep. Or perhaps it was all about the heavy tears gathering in the corners of her eyes and sliding freely down her cheeks. At least until Virgil wiped them away with his thumbs from the girl's enemy.

"There is no reason to cry, you are doing well." - the man whispers sweetly, but the girl does not trust him. Malina sees that Virgil likes her tears. - "You can sleep if you want. I will not hurt you."

Malina only nodded, pursing her lips, feeling new tears flowing down her cheeks. Partly it hurt, partly it was shame for the pleasure her body was experiencing. Partly she was afraid to look into those cruel red eyes. And at the same time, Malina was grateful to the Flesh Tearer for allowing her to fall into the saving blackness. Although he does this only because he likes it.

The girl laid her head on the pillow, closing her eyes. Trying to get used to the sensations, to the sounds of flesh on flesh. Just like the night of the Feast and yet different. This was her second sex, she could be given a break, she would soon get used to it. The Flesh Tearer seemed to understand this too. Virgil was silent, swaying his hips and periodically leaning uncomfortably towards Malina, kissing her temple. At moments when her walls gripped his member tighter, he cooed over the girl, who was on the edge of reality and sleep.

“Do you like it? Do you want more?” - but she did not answer, tired and exhausted. This only turned the veteran on even more. - “Sleep, darling, sleep.”

And yet Malina could not completely fall asleep, feeling how something was hardening inside her. Filling with heat and twisting before pressing on her insides. The body of an Astartes is much warmer than that of an ordinary human. The same applies not only to his blood, but also to his sperm. The girl realized this back at the Feast, when she screamed in surprise and pain, having scratched Luka's shoulders. But he, without taking offense, only helped her clean up the mess and apologized for a long time.

So now, she opened her eyes in horror when she realized how the veteran was releasing his pleasure. Filled with chemicals and too hot for her body, it immediately brought Malina back to reality. The girl's brown eyes immediately filled with tears, and a long groan came from her throat. Malina grabbed Virgil's shoulders like a drowning man, hoping that he would stop his torture. He stopped. Although not right away.

Virgil leaves the pliable body, pitying the poor thing. She will have to adapt to the Astartes for a long time, but she will cope. She's a good girl. But while the veteran can easily leave her divine sex, getting out of bed was much more difficult.

He just... wants to look at her. To imprint her innocent, sleepy image in his mind. As if he's afraid that if he blinks, she'll be gone. Malina is the best thing he ever had, and he would never have met such a girl in his life if it weren't for Luka. Virgil has grown attached to her. He wants to take care of her. He wants to protect her.

For the first time in hundreds of years, he understands what it means to be an Angel of the Emperor. But as a loyalist, he's never felt this way. But the Flesh Tearers loyal to the Imperium don't love mortals the way he loves Malina. Hell, they don't even seek to protect people, preferring to kill more. Virgil is even worse. But for this girl, he will be an exception.

The veteran slowly leans towards Malina before leaving a long, gentle kiss on her forehead. He doesn't want to tell her everything that's on his mind or in his hardened heart. He doesn't want to. This gesture will be enough. Seeing a small, embarrassed smile on the girl's face, he finally gets up from her bed.

But even after returning to his bed, he still can't close his eyes for a long time. Even if his body feels great, and his irritation has subsided. But Virgil simply cannot stop watching her sleeping appearance. Guarding her like a faithful dog from all the dangers of the world. Except for himself. 

***

Luka pouts like a child, crossing his arms over his chest and stamping his foot. But he won't say a word to the veteran while Malina is in the room. And she's always here. The lamenter wants to drag Virgil outside and complain about having to wait another week before he can take the girl to bed again. But he can't, to Virgil's delight.

"Everything is delicious. Thank you very much, Luka." - Malina thanks the lamenter, gobbling up cheese with both cheeks. Her mood has noticeably improved, but without receiving an answer, the girl shifts uncomfortably. - "Luka?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm glad you like it. I have more cheese if you want." - the blond can't help but smile at the sight of the hamster-like girl. She nods and the cheerful young man carries the plate to the bed while Malina rummages through her personal little library.

"Let me read to you about Saint Celestine then." - Malina happily settles down on the bed, taking a book and a plate of cheese. Luka only sighs resignedly, but nods obediently, enjoying the soft voice.

Virgil only grins at this picture, tossing and turning in his bed. Of all the stories the girl had read, the Lamenter hated the one about the corpse bride on the throne. The veteran was almost sure that Malina had chosen the book on purpose to tease the Weeper a little. She was very smart. He had realized this especially since last night.

The veteran licked his lips, continuing to look at the young couple, gobbling up cheese and reading the sermons of the animal Ignatius about Celestine. And yet, just recently, he had relaxed so well on this very bed. Luka understood this, which made him fidget even more uncomfortably under the quiet laughter of the flesh tearer. Finally, Virgil closes his eyes, carried away by the memories of a wonderful night.

He had not felt so relaxed for a long time.

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Sleep

AU Reverse Therapy

Summary: Virgil is left alone with Malina at night and decides to take advantage of this opportunity.

Pairing: Chaos!Lamenter/fem!OC/Chaos!Flesh Tearer

Characters: Malina (fem!OC), Luka The Angel (OC Chaos Lamenter), Virgil (OC Chaos Flesh Tearer)

Warnings: yandere, forced stolkhom syndrome, dubcon

Word count: 2160

Author's note: Dilf finally tastes Malina too ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Song: London After Midnight - Your Best Nightmare

Tag List: @druidwolf21, @pluvio-tea, @kit-williams

It had been only a few days since the Feast. Everything had returned to normal. The Red Corsairs were about to return to discipline (like the Chaosites had). Luka, to his dismay, had been officially promoted and was now training with the squad he was supposed to lead. Poor, poor puppy. Virgil didn't feel sorry for him at all. Finally, he could get a break from him for a while. Finally, he was alone.

Well, almost alone. She had always been here.

Malina had had a hard time with the Feast, but she had shown her best side. She had cried a little, but then she had calmed down. She had clung to him like a protector. She had even fed him from her hands. The Flesh Tearer wasn't going to fool himself. He liked it. In some ways, it was even better than the drugs from Baphomet.

But that wasn't enough. He wanted more.

Virgil had no intention of torturing the girl. She had a hard time adjusting to the Astartes. She had to gather strength and rest. Of course, Luka was upset, but he calmed down right away. Of course, his beauty needed to rest, he could wait a little longer. The veteran just grinned. The lamenter would have to wait even longer.

"Night" had already come and it was time for the girl to go to bed. Virgil gently stalled for time, asking her to clean the bathroom and take a shower. Of course, she was tired and just dreamed of falling asleep on a soft bed. The Flesh Tearer did not want her to sleep that day. But he wanted her to be softer, more ordinary. More defenseless. More tender. His complete opposite. But at the same time, the perfect complement.

Malina had just gone to bed, wrapped in a blanket like a caterpillar. She had just closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep. But suddenly the feeling of someone else's body on the bed did not allow the girl to fall into darkness. Instead, she was met by a dark room and Virgil's bright red eyes almost next to her face.

He had been looking at her greedily before. If Malina could deceive herself before, then after the Feast, there was no point. And yet now Virgil's eyes were burning with desire. With anticipation. Suddenly realizing what was about to happen, the girl trembled. The veteran only grinned.

"How you trembled," the man giggled, causing his shark teeth to sparkle. As if he was preparing to bite into her artery. - "Are you scared?"

The man slowly rose from the corner of the bed to completely position himself above her. He did not even have to bend over. The girl's bed, oddly enough, was just right for a space marine. Malina felt her cheeks tan as soon as she realized that Virgil was only wearing a bandage. The veteran tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, looking expectantly at the girl. She had to give an answer. Malina nodded uncertainly. She was scared. Virgil only smiled, leaning towards her face.

“Good.” - the man whispered languidly, before leaving an almost ghostly kiss on her cheek. And then another on her throat. And another on her chest, going lower and lower and even. Very small and short kisses. But even they burned the soft olive skin. Malina shuddered at such moments, trying to behave quietly as a mouse.

Let her scream. Tear her throat and scratch his skin until it bleeds. Let her enrage him. Let rage cloud his eyes and he howls with anger. He will rip her face apart, turn her into a bloody mush. And then howl from what he did. Let her resist, hate him. And let her call her savior angel. Call him.

But she does not do it. She is quiet and vulnerable. Malina is a very good girl. Too good for him. Virgil would even feel sorry for the poor girl that she fell into the clutches of bloodthirsty killers. But she is also too good for the Imperium. And the slaves of the Corpse on the Throne will not be as charmed by her naivety as he is. And now, even more so. They will simply burn her and brand her a heretic. And it does not matter that Malina, like a good girl, prays to the God-Emperor every time before going to bed.

But for not losing faith in such a nightmare, only the highest reward is due, right?

The veteran almost gently lifts the girl's nightgown. Hooking her underwear with his claw, the man slowly pulled the fabric towards himself. The poor girl was shaking like an aspen leaf, and yet she could not tear her eyes away from Virgil's face. His red eyes also followed every facial expression. Even when his black tongue touched the feminine sex.

Malina was dry. It's hard to get aroused when a terrifying looking and characterful space marine is leaning over you. It's even good. Virgil wasn't averse to breaking through someone else's defenses. And his tongue was wet enough to fix the situation. Long enough that he could simultaneously touch her clitoris and push inside, pressing on the right spots. Preparing and stretching her for him.

Virgil almost growled, enjoying her delicious taste between her legs. How the girl breathed intermittently, trying to suppress her moans. He felt her fatigue, the desire to cling to the bed and fall asleep. To let the Flesh Tearer do whatever he wanted with her body. But the growing pleasure and at the same time fear kept Malina from the long-awaited sleep. A bittersweet combination, a great drug for a bastard like Virgil.

Malina tightly closed her eyes, being on the verge of falling apart. The veteran had to grab her trembling hips sharply, leaving bruises on her tender skin. But she didn't make a sound. Only the liquid splashing onto his mouth was proof of her pleasure. In truth, Virgil wouldn't mind licking her pussy clean again, so that it would be harder and harder for Malina to hold back her moans each time. He wasn't at all averse. But the pain in her crotch was already making itself felt.

It's very easy for Virgil to penetrate inside. Her walls squeeze his cock tightly, but he doesn't want to rush. He always took it by force, hard and fast. He liked it. At least he thought so. But now he wants to torture himself. Virgil just wants to prolong this wonderful moment.

Malina's gaze is blurry, as if she is in a fog. Perhaps because despite the invasion of her body, she still fell asleep. Or perhaps it was all about the heavy tears gathering in the corners of her eyes and sliding freely down her cheeks. At least until Virgil wiped them away with his thumbs from the girl's enemy.

"There is no reason to cry, you are doing well." - the man whispers sweetly, but the girl does not trust him. Malina sees that Virgil likes her tears. - "You can sleep if you want. I will not hurt you."

Malina only nodded, pursing her lips, feeling new tears flowing down her cheeks. Partly it hurt, partly it was shame for the pleasure her body was experiencing. Partly she was afraid to look into those cruel red eyes. And at the same time, Malina was grateful to the Flesh Tearer for allowing her to fall into the saving blackness. Although he does this only because he likes it.

The girl laid her head on the pillow, closing her eyes. Trying to get used to the sensations, to the sounds of flesh on flesh. Just like the night of the Feast and yet different. This was her second sex, she could be given a break, she would soon get used to it. The Flesh Tearer seemed to understand this too. Virgil was silent, swaying his hips and periodically leaning uncomfortably towards Malina, kissing her temple. At moments when her walls gripped his member tighter, he cooed over the girl, who was on the edge of reality and sleep.

“Do you like it? Do you want more?” - but she did not answer, tired and exhausted. This only turned the veteran on even more. - “Sleep, darling, sleep.”

And yet Malina could not completely fall asleep, feeling how something was hardening inside her. Filling with heat and twisting before pressing on her insides. The body of an Astartes is much warmer than that of an ordinary human. The same applies not only to his blood, but also to his sperm. The girl realized this back at the Feast, when she screamed in surprise and pain, having scratched Luka's shoulders. But he, without taking offense, only helped her clean up the mess and apologized for a long time.

So now, she opened her eyes in horror when she realized how the veteran was releasing his pleasure. Filled with chemicals and too hot for her body, it immediately brought Malina back to reality. The girl's brown eyes immediately filled with tears, and a long groan came from her throat. Malina grabbed Virgil's shoulders like a drowning man, hoping that he would stop his torture. He stopped. Although not right away.

Virgil leaves the pliable body, pitying the poor thing. She will have to adapt to the Astartes for a long time, but she will cope. She's a good girl. But while the veteran can easily leave her divine sex, getting out of bed was much more difficult.

He just... wants to look at her. To imprint her innocent, sleepy image in his mind. As if he's afraid that if he blinks, she'll be gone. Malina is the best thing he ever had, and he would never have met such a girl in his life if it weren't for Luka. Virgil has grown attached to her. He wants to take care of her. He wants to protect her.

For the first time in hundreds of years, he understands what it means to be an Angel of the Emperor. But as a loyalist, he's never felt this way. But the Flesh Tearers loyal to the Imperium don't love mortals the way he loves Malina. Hell, they don't even seek to protect people, preferring to kill more. Virgil is even worse. But for this girl, he will be an exception.

The veteran slowly leans towards Malina before leaving a long, gentle kiss on her forehead. He doesn't want to tell her everything that's on his mind or in his hardened heart. He doesn't want to. This gesture will be enough. Seeing a small, embarrassed smile on the girl's face, he finally gets up from her bed.

But even after returning to his bed, he still can't close his eyes for a long time. Even if his body feels great, and his irritation has subsided. But Virgil simply cannot stop watching her sleeping appearance. Guarding her like a faithful dog from all the dangers of the world. Except for himself. 

***

Luka pouts like a child, crossing his arms over his chest and stamping his foot. But he won't say a word to the veteran while Malina is in the room. And she's always here. The lamenter wants to drag Virgil outside and complain about having to wait another week before he can take the girl to bed again. But he can't, to Virgil's delight.

"Everything is delicious. Thank you very much, Luka." - Malina thanks the lamenter, gobbling up cheese with both cheeks. Her mood has noticeably improved, but without receiving an answer, the girl shifts uncomfortably. - "Luka?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm glad you like it. I have more cheese if you want." - the blond can't help but smile at the sight of the hamster-like girl. She nods and the cheerful young man carries the plate to the bed while Malina rummages through her personal little library.

"Let me read to you about Saint Celestine then." - Malina happily settles down on the bed, taking a book and a plate of cheese. Luka only sighs resignedly, but nods obediently, enjoying the soft voice.

Virgil only grins at this picture, tossing and turning in his bed. Of all the stories the girl had read, the Lamenter hated the one about the corpse bride on the throne. The veteran was almost sure that Malina had chosen the book on purpose to tease the pup a little. She was very smart. He had realized this especially since last night.

The veteran licked his lips, continuing to look at the young couple, gobbling up cheese and reading the sermons of the animal Ignatius about Celestine. And yet, just recently, he had relaxed so well on this very bed. Luka understood this, which made him fidget even more uncomfortably under the quiet laughter of the flesh tearer. Finally, Virgil closes his eyes, carried away by the memories of a wonderful night.

He had not felt so relaxed for a long time.