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bleedingichorhearts · 9 days

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𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝕾𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖊

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: If this is not acceptable under the “Space Mairne Husbandry sentience” tag. I will delete this story and make something new with it that doesn’t involve such acts of lechery, or I can put them into the WH40k verse. Seeing as it’s a rather… gruesome world.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: I do NOT condone these actions. The process of these actions or the after effects of these actions. Read these types of story’s advisedly.

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Noncon, Biting/Marking, Cervix, Mating Press, Overstimulation, Body Horror, Death, Yandere Themes, Jumps Straight Into It.

I cry out, sobbing into the sheets. My hands gripping and twisting the silky fabric. The scent of woody amber choking me as my body bounces at his harsh thrusts. His hands on my waist pinning me in place.

“Xa’Vor! Please!” I beg at the captain in front me, attempting to stop or at least slow his brutal pace with my hand. My fingers barely skimming his scarred thigh before he growls out. Taking my hand in one of his that gripped around my waist and pinning it above me, his sweaty, scarred chest pressing up against my breasts.

“No pleas will save you from your foolishness.” Xa’Vor snarls into my ear. The hairs on the back of my neck unwillingly picking up at his dark tone. His fingers threading through my own above me. Keeping me pinned in both places.

“I-I had to!” I whined, trying to reason my own “foolishness.” Whimpering out when he snarls again and pistons back through my burning walls. My jaw clenching at the overwhelming pleasure and pain that he gives me. “I-can’t be bonded t-to you!”

He snarls again, giving me a hard thrust up against my cervix while I cry out. My back arching into his chest. My body shaking with tears running down my cheeks as I whimper at his tone. “You are in no position to spill such ill judgement. I am your bonded. Don’t reject that from me.”

My eyebrows scrunch up in pain and pleasure. One of my hands clawing at Xa’vors hand that pinned it down. No doubt creating some pressure marks into his calloused fingers while my other hands grips and pulls at his bed sheets. My moans and whimpers of pain being suffocated by his own mouth.

I haven’t meant to find these… legionnaires on my way to complete a mission. It was never the goal, the intention. It was never to have happened. To be bonded to an Astartes. It was a very strict rule.

‘Never have a bond.’

That was one of the many rules of the foundation. Said it was to even the “playing field” of war and operations and it was correct. There wasn’t a time were there was an Astartes in the way, cutting us down like “grates of cheese” the commander had put it. It made it much easier to get our tasks done without the influence of a Space Marine, Chaos or Loyalist.

‘If you find yourself with a Space Marine that wants to be close, leave them. Break that bond. Even if it’s not a bond, you are not to be around any Astartes.’

I remember what our instructor would say. Permitting us to never even look at a Space Marine unless suspicious of them of having a bond with us. That was the only time we were permitted to look in the direction of a Space Marine. Other times we were just training with one another or simply being tasked with going out and surveying the area and people.

We were not to look back either, but it was incredibly hard to do so with a whole warband you, 5 to be more precise.

No one knew where they had come from then. Possibly too focused on getting the mission done quickly. Their black, armored body’s launching out of the thick fog like some sort of phantom. Their talon-like gauntlets extending out as they roared out. Spooking the rest of the group when they turned to looked at their fellow soldier that was once alive. Their body being impaled onto the metal talons of the Space Marine, making us realize why they didn’t want us to be bonded to one.

Their power is unfair.

I saw the group being slaughtered that day with unnatural ease. Their limbs splayed all around me, still fresh off the torso. Some even being ripped into half by the waist and ribs, guts still pumping near the body or up in a dead tree. It was an experience I did not wish I was in, even for an enemy. It was like stalking through a horror forest; still does. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint where they would come from, but they certainly can. That part was very clear.

You look away for one second and suddenly the person protecting your back is gone. Their gasping screams being the only thing you can hear out in the distance before their body would plop right in front of you. The face of deathly fear stoned onto all their features. Their limbs somewhere else as they would bleed out from where the limb was ripped from, despite being already dead.

‘If you find yourself trapped; cornered. Sacrifice is your only way out. Do not attempt to talk. Explode yourself. Leave no meat left to provide of yourself.’

I remember another saying from the instructor. My hand quickly digging through my vest for the grenade while I took very quick, but cautious steps around me. My eyes looking all around me for anything that didn't seem normal in this damned forest. My heart beating in my chest as the same sentence replayed in my mind.

'Explode yourself.' 'Explode yourself.' 'Explode yourself.' 'Sacrifice is your only way out.' 'Leave no meat left to provide.'

My gaze focuses on the big shadow emerging from the fog with a low growl. My hand gripping onto the grenade in my vest and pulling it out, fingers threating it to pull the pin when the rest of the group decides to show themselves, surrounding me with their own warning growls. Their talons twitching in anticipation.

Keeping a close eye on them. I watched as they circled me, making me really feel like I was being hunted and played with. My fingers itching to just pull the pin, but I wasn't going to unless I could take at least one down with me or maybe they can leave me alone and let me continue my mission.

The smaller one suddenly shoots forward, my fingers instantly pulling the pin, taking a step back. My body falling back in effort to keep the grenade close to my body when the Space Marine pins me down to the ground and snatches the grenade and throws the grenade off somewhere else.

I give my own growls and snarls at the Space Marine while he has me down. Sudden dread being washed onto my shoulders. My hands struggling to get anything through his black armor, cutting them on the sharp edges of his armor as the grenade explodes somewhere off in the distance. My desperation to get out of his hold growing.

“Your thoughts are elsewhere. Bring them back to me.” Xa’vor growls. Moving his hand from my waist to thread and grip at my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck to him.

“I’ll r-reject you as I please.” I growl out between my pitiful moans. Pissed from the memory of my team being killed around me. Pissed that I couldn’t escape their grasp once more. Having to be pinned underneath their bodies like a whore.

“You’re boldness is—”

“Reasonable, you think I could care for you?” I snap, my eyes looking down into his own and seeing the hurt in his deep red eyes, his hips stilling. “I do not care. I am simply to complete a mission, that is all. I’m not here to care, to provide, to love.”

“I’ll never be bonded to you or the others. Not you, not Atherth, not Vai’ssir, Zervos or Xekon—!”

I suddenly choke on my own breath, my head being pulling back to its limit. His teeth dangerously latched very close to the soft part of my neck, drawing blood as his cock pushes up painfully up against my cervix before dragging all the way back out and all the way in again. His arms wrapping around my body tightly, trapping me to him, putting me in a type of mating press. His hand still holding my hair in place.

Breathless moans leave my mouth as his pace is absolutely brutal, hitting up against my cervix every time. Numbing my legs with each deep, quick thrust. Savage growls hissing through his teeth as he inches them more into my skin. Feeling like daggers were being stabbed all over my body. I couldn’t tell if I should breathe or scream out at such brutality.

I couldn’t even tell when his stilled inside of me. All my nerves too focused on the pain sprouting all over my body like fire. I could only hear as he groans and growls. His hips rolling out his climax as far as he could. His seed marking my fluttering walls and dripping down his cock and balls, onto the bed sheets.

“That’s is not your choice to make.” Xa’vor quietly rumbles, carefully taking his teeth out of my shoulder as I twitch at the feeling. His tongue lapping up all the blood he has smeared across my chest and his sheets. “No matter how long you refuse our bond.”

“You are still ours. I will make sure of that.” He states; promises. Slowly dragging his cock out of my walls with a groan and a whisper in his language.

“X-Xa’Vor.” I whine at him in pain at the movement of anything. Body prickling in overstimulation as he purrs at me, trying to put me at ease. His head gently nuzzling into my neck.

“No matter what it will cost me.”

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