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“Guilliman, I have no need of a gift like this.” Lion began, speaking to his brother while ignoring the small woman before him.

“Whether you like it or not, you need an assistant. She knows what she’s doing, won’t be any trouble.” Roboute replied, glancing down at you. You didn’t see this however, too busy looking around the grand office of Lion El ’Johnson, the same man seemingly eager to get you to leave.

With this comment The Lion looked towards the pile of papers strewn about his desk and the piles of empty recaf cups. He considered his options for a moment. His brother was to be on his planet for months. “Just while you’re here. She leaves when you do.” He stated plainly. His gaze shifted to you in your Ultramarines uniform, the Macragge blue an insult.

Guilliman beamed, “I’ll let you get started then.” And strode out of the room. With that your attention became firmly fixed on The Lion.

“My Lord.” You said as you bowed deeply, “Where would you like me to start?” He only grunted and gestured towards the desk before striding out of the room. With your focus on the desk you stepped over, picking up the empty cups and taking them through to the small kitchen attached to the office. You washed the cups quickly before leaving them to dry next to the sink.

The next task you chose was organising the papers. Placing them in three neat piles, unchecked, to be filed and to be distributed. The unchecked pile was significantly larger than the other two. Along the massive walls were grand windows covered by deep green curtains that looked like they hadn’t been opened in months. You walked over and started to pull them open, struggling slightly with the weight of the thick fabric. With great effort you managed to get them open and fastened them in place with the golden ties.

Deciding it was time for some fresh air, you picked up the pile of papers needing to be distributed and left The Lion’s office. The giant stone fortress was like a maze and it seemed that the offices you needed to go to were spread to all corners of it. You walked past a few groups of Dark Angels on your way to people’s offices, but none paid you any mind. Some people gave you paperwork to take back but most of them ignored you.

As you stepped back into the office, Lion turned around. “Where did you go?” He asked with an incredulous sneer, looking down at you. It was only as you looked up that you noticed the sheer size of the man before you. Easily 12 feet tall with hands that could crush you without a second thought. You took a moment to take in the Primarch’s appearance. His was dressed in a dark green and black tunic to match his chapter colours, with small golden embroidery around the sleeves and belt. A massive sword hung by his hip and you stifled a shudder.

“To deliver paperwork, My Lord.” You replied, marching past him to place the newly acquired papers on his desk. Seeing you place more paperwork down he sighed, walking over to take a seat in front of the great desk. Working with Roboute Guilliman trained you to have a keen eye for exhaustion and you could see it clearly on the face of the Primarch before you.

You slipped away from the desk and into the small kitchen. Opening the cabinets you found what you were looking for, a tin of recaf. You pulled the tin out of the cupboard and placed it on the counter before filling up a kettle with water and setting it to boil. You spooned the brown grounds into the bottom of a cup from next to the sink and replaced the tin in the cupboard. The kettle whistled to indicate the water was ready and you poured it into the cup, steam rising in front of your face. All was silent for a moment, save the tinking of the spoon against the container as you stirred the recaf into a consistent liquid.

You gently carried the cup into the office and set it next to The Lion. His gaze darted to it immediately as you stepped back. Large hands wrapped around the cup and brought it to his lips and he took a sip. You waited silently for a moment, unable to tell if the Primarch approved or not. His contented sigh was evidence enough, but he surprised you with a verbal response.

“At least you Ultramarines know how to make recaf.” His deep voice seemed to rattle through you.

You couldn’t help but smile, “Emperor knows Lord Guilliman drinks enough of it.” You stated with a small laugh. Lion’s gazed moved to yours and for a second you worried that you had offended him. It seemed the opposite though as he smiled back at you and nodded.

“Thank you for the drink.” He said before turning back to his work. Heat rose to your cheeks and suddenly you were happy that the man before you was ignoring you again. You took that as a hint to find something else to do and your gaze fell on the small filing room. You swiped the paperwork that needed to be filed from the massive desk and headed into the room.

To say it was a mess would be a gross understatement. Much like the Primarch’s desk, the room was covered in unfiled papers and a cursory glance in the first filing cabinet demonstrated that there was no filing system, just papers thrown in wherever there was space. The state of the room was not a surprise considering all that Lord Guilliman had told you on your journey to Caliban. This was going to take hours, if not days. A soft sign escaped your lips as you set about organizing the papers around the room.

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About two hours later the door to the small room swung open and The Lion’s tall figure filled the doorway. He looked down at you sat on the floor surrounded by papers in copious piles and stifled a snort.

“So, this is what you’ve been doing this whole time. I thought you’d gone to hide from me.” His voice was slightly lighter with his contained laughter. You shook your head, placing more papers onto various piles. His gaze drifted to your hands moving smoothly over the paper, treating the older yellowing pages with care.

“Are you in a convenient place to take a break? It’s lunchtime and I think Roboute would be displeased if I let his little pet starve.” He chided, leaning against the doorframe. Your motion stilled at the word ‘pet’. You had half a mind just to stay working to avoid the man who so clearly thought you a burden. Hands moving again, you resumed your work. The Lion crouched down, catching your left wrist in his massive hand and holding it in place.

“Let me rephrase that: Come with me to lunch. Now.” His words were cold. You placed the papers down and went to stand. The massive hand holding your wrist let go and The Lion stood and turned to leave. A sudden surge of courage flowed through you.

“I am not Lord Guilliman’s pet. I would appreciate not being called such.” The man before you stopped dead. You knew he was intimidating on the battlefield, but you were reminded of the sheer size of him as you were stuck in the room behind him. You sucked in a tight breath, starting to stammer out an apology for your outburst.

His face twisted back towards you, “Noted.” You must have looked dumbfounded because the look of amusement on his features was evident. He turned back to the door and strode out of the office. You were stuck standing dumbfounded for a moment before you regained your composure and ran after the giant Primarch.

When you finally managed to catch up with him, the sneer was back on his face. If the next few months were going to be like this, you might have to beg Guilliman to take you back. You knew he would, but did not know how The Lion would react. The two of you walked into the dining room and you panicked. There was only one place set at the sprawling table. The Lion moved to it and sat while you hesitated behind him.

“Get the girl a plate.” He barked at the serf attending the dining room. They bowed and scurried away to a door on the far side of the room. He indicated the chair next to him, “Sit.” You did, pulling in tight to the table and keeping your eyes fixed on the plethora of scratches on its surface. It was quiet for a moment before the serf reappeared with a plate of food and cup of water for you. They set it on the table in front of you with cutlery.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, nodding in their direction but not meeting their eyes. There was no reply other than the shuffling of feet back to their post. The Lion picked up his cutlery and began to eat.

You studied the food before you, fresh and steaming on the plate. On the trip to Caliban all you had to eat were rations, serviceable but unpleasant. The seasoned chicken, potatoes and root vegetables were a welcome change. You took your time with the meal, enjoying the spices of a new world. They were not wildly different to those on your home planet, but Macragge’s food was significantly blander.

Unbeknownst to you The Lion was studying your facial expressions, trying to understand what was going through your head.

“You seem to be enjoying that.” He grunted, snapping you out of your revery. Your eyes darted to his in a startled glance.

“It's very nice My Lord.” You blurted, fixing your eyes back on your plate. From the corner of your eye, you could see a slight smile on his face.

“Easy to please then.” He chuckled. Your face burned slightly with embarrassment, but you continued your meal. When your plate was empty, you set the cutlery on top of it and turned towards the Primarch beside you. His gaze was fixed on the forest outside the windows as he drank deeply from his goblet of water. The forest swept as far as you could see and was formed from a plethora of green.

His eyes moved to yours and softened slightly, “Never go out into the forest alone. There are thousands of creatures that would take any chance to devour you, some of them will make it slow. You don’t deserve that kind of death.” Your hands moved to grip your arms and you nodded. The Lion nodded back. He rose to his feet and walked towards the grand door. You followed.

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After 3 weeks of working with The Lion, your relationship had moved from tolerance to amicable. The two of you had routines. In the mornings you would have breakfast with the Ultramarines, then head to the office to get things set up for the day. Then came making recaf and placing it on his giant desk, of which only your head rose above. He had a small wooden desk installed in the corner of the room closest to the door to the filing room. The chair was made of dark wood and had forest green velvet coverings. You spent most of the day there, organising papers to give to the Primarch and completing the simple administration paperwork. The two of you ate lunch in the great dining room together and the afternoon was spent running papers around the fortress. In the evening you bid him goodnight and went to eat with Lord Guilliman before retiring to your quarters.

You had discovered that the Primarch’s office was directly opposite his quarters one day when you were running late. He had walked out of his room as you ran down the corridor to get the office in order. His mouth had opened to make a snide comment and paused when he seemed to sniff the air. An apology blurted from your mouth at the moment he hesitated.

“It is your… cycle at the moment, yes?” He asked quietly and you nodded. You had woken up in a small puddle of your own blood and panicked. The blue and gold sheets on your bed were silk, a luxury afforded to you by the kindness of Primarch Guilliman. You had ripped them from the bed and spend half an hour trying to clean them in the small bathroom attached to your room. Only a serf coming in to clean your room snapped you out of your panic. They had gently taken them from your hands and pointed to the small cabinet under the sink where sanitary pads were kept.

“You do not need to work if you are not well. I will not punish you for it.” He prompted gently.

You shook your head no, “I’m fine my Lord. It just caught me unawares is all.” Your face flushed slightly. It was his turn to nod and gesture towards the door.

Later that evening you found a small box of chocolate in your quarters. The label read ‘Heard this helps. -L’. Lord Primarch El’Jonson of the Dark Angels had bought you chocolate. You had spent the evening in the small bath eating chocolate among lavender scented bubbles.

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You couldn’t sleep. No matter what you did or how much calming tea you drank, you couldn’t sleep. The clock next to your bed stated 4am. Gentle rain patted against the window as you sat up, the silk sheets falling away from your body. It was time to start the day, you had finally decided. The kitchens would have only just started breakfast, so you wandered the hallways towards Primarch El’Jonson’s wing. A few sentries greeted you as you walked by, and you stopped briefly to talk with Chapter Master Calgar who was walking the other way. He was not overly pleased that you were serving The Lion instead of Lord Guilliman but expressed his admiration of your handling of your change in post.

You carried on to the hallway that housed the grand office and paused outside the door, hearing a strange noise coming from The Lion’s quarters. A gentle grunt and then the growl of your name. You thought he must have known you were outside and opened the door. The scene in front of you brought heat rising to your face.

Lion El’Jonson lay on his back on the grand bed with his trousers pulled down slightly and his erect cock in his hand. He was pleasuring himself, dark green sheets strewn about around him. His half-lidded gaze snapped to yours.

“I’m so sorry My Lord, I thought…” Your sentence trailed off as you bolted from the doorway, slamming the heavy door closed as quickly as you could. You burst into the office opposite and into the filing room in the corner. There was a small space in the corner of the room where there was a gap in the filing cabinets. You pressed yourself into it and breathed deeply, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart.

Thoughts raced in your head, the Primarch you were currently serving was thinking about you whilst pleasuring himself. And you didn’t hate the idea. You had served many Lords in your time, if it had been any other you would have been repulsed. But the gentle heat of arousal stirred deep in your abdomen.

You stayed pressed in the corner of the room for a solid 10 minutes before you heard movement in the room beyond. You tried to stay hidden, but The Lion’s senses were many factors more sensitive than a baseline human’s and he opened the door.

“I thought you would be disgusted, but here I find you hiding in the corner stinking of arousal.” His deep voice almost purred before he chuckled. “Come here.” You did as he asked, walking over to him. He was kneeling on the ground, hunched over to be able to look you in the eyes.

“I’d like to help you out with your little predicament. Will you let me?” He said, gesturing towards the fastenings of your uniform trousers. You nodded sheepishly. “I’m afraid I need a verbal response sweet thing.” Your face flushed even darker than it had before.

“Yes.” You almost whimpered, “Please.”. The Lion responded immediately, his large hands moving behind your waist to pull you into a kiss. It was gentle and hungry at the same time. Your body was pushed against his as he lifted you up to carry you over to his giant desk. He set you down gently and moved to pull your boots off and set them on the ground. His lips caught yours again and his hands drifted down your body to unfasten your trousers. You pushed yourself up on your hands to allow him to pull the fabric off your legs.

His hands were feather light as he traced back up your legs. Only now were you aware that he was kneeling before you. His face was only slightly below yours, so you leaned down to capture his lips in your own. You felt a gentle finger brush over your clothed sex and you gasped into his mouth. This sound made him growl and he grabbed your underwear and ripped it into two and discarded it on the floor. As he deepened the kiss his fingers brushed over your clit and you squirmed in place.

“All this from just a few touches.” He whispered against your mouth. “Such pretty sounds for me.” His fingers drifted further back and his thumb took to circling your clit. Slick with your arousal, his index finger slipped into your vagina and you let out a moan that was damn near pornographic. His finger curved slightly in you, pushing down on your g-spot. The pressure on your clit increased as his thumb circled faster before he pushed another finger into you. He withdrew his fingers until only the tips were inside you. You tried to move forward to get them deeper but The Lion’s other hand gripped your waist.

“Patience, sweet thing. I won’t deny you your pleasure.” Your hands slid to the back of the massive Primarch’s neck, pulling him back to meet your lips in a kiss. His fingers pushed back into you and you moaned again, gripping the back of his neck. The hand on your waist drifted down to your ass and lifted you closer to the edge of the desk. His fingers pumped in an out of you slowly as he moved his mouth to your neck and nipped at the sensitive flesh.

Your moans turned into panting breaths as you neared your orgasm. The thumb on your sensitive clit sped up as your fingers gripped into The Lion’s hair. You let out a shaky moan as you came, your vagina clenching around his fingers. A small whine ripped from your throat as his fingers withdrew.

The Lion pulled away from you slightly and raised his fingers to his lips. He took them into his mouth, tasting the combination of your arousal and cum. A small hum sounded deep in his throat.

“You taste as delightful as you smell.” He murmured, causing heat to rise to your face. “Why are you here at this time anyway?”

“I couldn’t sleep, My Lord.” You answered. Suddenly aware of your lack of clothing, you crossed your legs and tried to pull your tunic shirt down to cover yourself. The Primarch before you collected your trousers and handed them to you.

“Sorry about your underwear, couldn’t help myself.” He chuckled slightly. “Take the rest of the day off.” With that comment, he rose and left the office. You’d just been fingered by a Primarch and he walked out like nothing had happened.

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The next few days were strange. The Lion did not show up in his office nor send word for you. You had continued with your work, running messages around and leaving paperwork on his desk. The Chapter Master of the Dark Angles, Azrael, had been assigned to the office while you worked alone. He did not speak, did not move. He only watched you go about your duties. You tried to keep your attention away from the grand desk, it only served to remind you what he had done before seemingly disappearing. It was foolish to think the Primarch had any feelings of affection for you, he was at a level so above you.

On the fourth day, The Lion returned. You were writing in silence, the scratching of your pen over paper the only sound in the room, when the ornate doors creaked open. The massive figure of the Primarch stalked in and towards your desk. You jumped to your feet and bowed.

“My Lord.” You stated, keeping your eyes on the ground. With a wave of his hand Chapter Master Azrael was dismissed, leaving the two of you alone. You heard him take a deep breath and you stood up straight.

“You are well?” He asked. You nodded, taking a step closer to him before stopping. The Lion flexed his hands for a moment, about to say something, before you interrupted him.

“I missed you.” You said quietly, turning your focus on your hands clasped in front of you. Footsteps sounded and a gentle hand tipped your chin up to look at him.

“You did?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to know what I did while I was away?” He asked.

“If you should like to tell me.”

“I went to my private cabin, by the base of the mountain. And I thought of nothing but fucking you. Thought of you begging for me.” He got to his knees before you, hand moving from your chin to the side of your face. “Thought of making you cum until you couldn’t walk. Of filling you with so much cum it spilled out of you onto the bed.” Your breath hitched in your throat.

“And did you think of me in your bed here, or the one in your cabin?”

“B-both, but mostly here.” His words caught in his throat. You stepped forward, hands settling over The Lion’s shoulders to pull him close.

Your lips brushed against his as you whispered, “Will you show me? Please?” His lips crashed against yours, hands gripping you flush against him as he rose. You wrapped your legs around his torso as his tongue pushed into your mouth. The Lion groaned as your hands clutched at his shoulders, the sweet smell of your arousal flooding his senses. He barely restrained himself as he marched out of the office and into his quarters, bolting the door behind him.

The Primarch set you down on the bed, growling “Take your clothes off.” He practically ripped his own robes off as you unbuttoned your tunic and trousers, sliding them off with your boots. You watched him as he took in the sight of you in your underwear. It was Dark Angels green.

“You like it?” He nodded, licking his lips. “I had it made, for you.” His fingers traced over the intricate lace and ribbon of the bra, trailing down to touch your soft skin. You inhaled sharply, his fingers cold. He pulled his hand back, pushing his underwear down his legs and exposing his cock. You were expecting him to be big, but not the 12 inches he had.

“I’ll be gentle.” He said, leaning down to pull you up the bed with him. When you were settled in the middle of the bed, he removed your bra and threw it somewhere across the room. He leaned down, kissing you before trailing his kisses down your neck and chest. His fingers curled around your underwear, sliding them down your legs. He threw those somewhere too, not that you cared now his mouth was on your cunt. Your legs shifted further apart as he lapped at your clit, your arousal mixing with his saliva.

The Lion’s hands held your legs open as he licked and licked, making you gasp and moan as you felt heat build in your core. You back arched as you came, pushing your hips down into his face. He rose from between your legs with a smirk. His hand shifted to push two of his fingers inside you, making you squirm under him. You groaned as his fingers scissored inside you, stretching you open. Just as you were about to cum again, he pulled his fingers from you.

His hands still held your legs open as he set his hips flush with your ass. You flushed a deep red as his cock rested against your belly. One of his hands swiped across your drenched sex, collecting your arousal and coating his cock with it.

“If you want me to slow down or stop or anything, just tell me.”

“I will.” You smiled up at him sweetly, hands resting above your head, “Please fuck me, My Lion.” He grinned possessively as he dragged his cock down you, pausing by your entrance. His tip slid into you and you groaned at his thickness. There was barely an inch of him inside you and you already felt like you were going to burst. He kept pushing into you and you felt every inch stretching you open. Two thirds of his cock were inside you when his tip bumped against your cervix. A yelp tore from your throat before you could stop it.

“Too much?” He asked softly.

“Just a little.” He pulled himself out an inch.

“Better?”

“Yes, thank you.” Your hand drifted to your clit as he started to thrust in and out of you slowly. You moaned with every movement, tensing as you came again. He kept thrusting as you did, hands moving to grasp your hips. His thrusts sped up for a few moments before his hips stuttered as he came, seed spilling inside you. There was so much of it, all hot and thick.

He was breathing deeply as he pulled his cock from you, seed spilling out as he did. The two of you just looked at each other for a moment before you turned over onto your hands and knees.

“If I’m going to be fucked until I can’t walk, we can at least try more than one position.” You said over your shoulder. The Lion stared at you, with his cum leaking from your hole. He grabbed you by your hips and dragged you to the edge of the bed, standing on the floor behind you.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll keep you in this bed forever.” He growled, sheathing himself in you so quickly you saw stars. You clutched at the sheets on the bed as he pounded into you, his cum and your arousal making every movement produce a wet squelch. There was certainly more of him in you now. You let your head hang down, giving you a view of him sliding in and out of you. Your abdomen was distending with each thrust he made into you and you could see drips of his cum falling out of you. You came again, legs shaking so hard you thought you would collapse.

The Lion tensed again, another hot rush of seed filling your womb. One more and you were sure you’d be overflowing. He pulled out of you with a pop, hand resting on your back.

“Are you done? Or can you take another?”

You were sweaty and panting as you responded, “Just one. But yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please.” He stood there for a moment, considering what position to take you in. You turned, taking his hand and leading him up the bed. Lying down on your side, you encouraged him to settle behind you. His cock slipped between your thighs, rubbing against your now very sensitive sex. Your hand reached down, guiding his cock into you before circling your clit. He thrust experimentally and you practically screamed in pleasure. A hand snaked under you and to your clit, circling faster. You set your hand over his as his other hand rolled a nipple between his fingers.

The Lion’s cum was leaking out of you with every thrust, coating your thighs and the sheets below you. You felt so good you didn’t protest when let go of your breast and rolled you onto your front. He pounded you into the mattress as he massaged your clit, making you drool.

“I want-” You moaned, “I want us to cum together.”

“We can do that sweet thing. Are you ready for me?” You could only nod as he slammed into you fully, making you scream as you came. He gushed into you as you lay panting. Neither of you moved for a few minutes until you made a comment.

“So, did I live up to your imagination?”

The Lion chuckled, “Better, so much better. Though I think I’d like to have you at the cabin as well to verify.”

Chapter Text

Demetrian Titus had been given an opportunity. He had been asked to join his Primarch on the Macragge’s Honour, to travel with him to Macragge for a ceremony. It was an honour for someone of his station to be invited but he was entirely confused. He was a Captain who had been sent to the Death Watch for penance, he did not feel worthy of such an honour. His battle brothers Gadriel and Chairon were with him. Titus had made the mistake of telling them such and word made its way to command. Roboute Guilliman himself requested a meeting with the Lieutenant.

Titus arrived to Guilliman’s office early, not wanting to waste the Primarch’s time any further. He was in his ceremonial robes, a mark of respect for the man he was about to meet. When he knocked on the door, a small baseline woman opened it. She wore a uniform in the same colour as his own armour, her brown hair pulled into a neat bun at the base of her skull. Despite his surprise, Demetrian introduced himself and she invited him inside.

“Apologies, Lieutenant, Lord Guilliman’s meeting seems like it is going to run over. Please, make yourself comfortable.” She gestured to an area with large blue and gold couches before a towering desk before shutting the door behind him. He sat down, glancing at the battle trophies that littered the walls of the Primarch’s office.

“I’m sorry, who exactly are you?” He asked the woman. She was moving to sit behind a small desk by the door.

“I’m Aniyah, Lord Guilliman’s assistant.” The woman replied, “Sorry, I thought everyone knew that.” She laughed slightly, a smile brightening her face as she pushed her round glasses up her nose. Titus started at her, a warmth spreading through his chest at her kindness.

“Oh! Would you like something to drink? Tea perhaps?” Aniyah offered. Titus hesitated for a moment, lost in his thoughts. He nodded, banishing the idea that she was being specifically nice to him. She was likely this kind to everyone, it was her job after all. Aniyah walked to the back of the room where a small table held a water heater and various tins. He watched her as she set the heater to boil the water, selected a tea pot and chose a tin. She opened the tin, sniffed it gently, then replaced the lid and picked up the tin next to it. Aniyah opened the new tin and decanted two spoonfuls of the leaves inside into the teapot. The water had finished heating and she poured the water into the pot slowly. She put a lid on the teapot and moved it to a tray, alongside a cup and saucer decorated with blue flowers that he could not identify.

The door to the room opened and Roboute Guilliman strode inside. Titus stood immediately, bowing to his Primarch. Guilliman smiled at him as he moved to sit behind the massive desk.

“Thank you for coming, Titus.” He started before he noticed Aniyah walking back to the couch area. “I hope Aniyah has made you feel welcome.” She set the tray down in front of him and poured some tea into the cup before handing it to him.

“Very much so, My Lord.” Titus replied.

“Good.” The Primarch lowered his voice so Aniyah couldn’t hear, “Between us, she and Captain Acheran do not get along so well.” He admitted. Aniyah smiled and shook her head as she sat down at her desk, knowing they were speaking about her.

“I have heard you do not feel like you deserve to be here, Lieutenant. Why is that?” His Primarch questioned, volume returning to normal.

“There are others more deserving. Others who have not been sent to the Death Watch.” He replied, keeping his tone respectful.

“This is true. That is why I asked you to come.” Guilliman replied. Titus’ confusion must have been evident because the Primarch continued. “You were cleared by the inquisition. You went to the Deathwatch and returned to us. You have faced many challenges and yet you persist. That is a merit in its own right. You were vital to the battle on Demerium. Calgar assured me that your strength is what helped turn the tide of that battle.”

Titus weighed those words in his mind as he drank the tea. It was subtly floral. “Thank you, My Lord.”

“We will get you back into battle soon enough, Lieutenant.” Guilliman said as dismissal. Demetrian set the cup back on the delicate saucer and rose, bowing to his Primarch before walking to the door.

“Thank you for the tea, My Lady.” He said to Aniyah as he left. She smiled at him and nodded, rising to clear away the dishes. As he walked down the hallway, all he could think about was how much he liked that smile.

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Guilliman considered Aniyah carefully as she cleared the tray from the coffee table and took it to the back of the room to clean.

“So, you seem to like the Lieutenant better than most of our guests.” Aniyah blushed slightly.

“He was polite, respectful.”

“So, it had nothing to do with how handsome he is? You don’t make everyone tea.” The Primarch joked. Aniyah pursed her lips and went to sit back down at her desk.

“You do think he’s handsome?” He probed, his gaze slightly piercing now.

“I do have eyes, My Lord.”

Roboute chuckled, “Finish up that paperwork then you can head off for the day.”

“Thank you, My Lord.”

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“Roboute Guilliman wants a demonstration.” Captain Acheran told them that morning. So it was off to the training cages to display their skills. Titus had paired up with Gadriel and they were warming up to spar together. Gadriel had noticed that he was more absent minded than usual.

“That worried about Guilliman watching, eh?” He commented, nudging at his friend’s arm with an elbow. Titus seemed to blink out of his daze, shaking his head.

“No brother, it is nothing.” Demetrian replied, turning to face him.

“It doesn’t look like nothing.” Gadriel retorted, “You promised you would not hide things from us further.”

Titus sighed, “It is... not exactly something I have dealt with before.” Gadriel motioned for Chairon to join them.

“When I was at that meeting yesterday, I met the Primarch’s assistant.” The pair before him nodded for him to continue, “I feel, something strange about her.” He added earnestly. His brothers considered him for a moment before Chairon spoke.

“You have romantic feelings for her?”

Demetrian nodded, “I have nothing to compare it to, but I think so. Lord Guilliman spoke briefly about her and Captain Acheran not getting along and I wanted nothing more than to punch him for that.”

“I would obviously advise against that action.” Gadriel spoke, garnering a chuckle from the group, “But you should make a move. She’s a lovely young lady, might very well get a proposal from a high lord. I have heard she has gained Guilliman a number of allies with her charm.” Titus quietly considered Gadriel’s comments before the captain called for them to get into line before the Primarch arrived.

Roboute Guilliman walked into the training room, Aniyah walking close behind him. She had to take 2 steps for each of his, his form towering over her. Once he stopped, he gestured to the captain to begin the demonstration and Acheran barked for his men to get into the training cages. The Space Marines began to spar, not pulling any punches in the presence of their Primarch. Guilliman and Aniyah walked down the rows of training cages, Roboute observing carefully.

Aniyah paid little attention to the sparring around her, thinking absentmindedly about things that needed to be done when they reached Macragge, until she reached the training cage with Titus and Gadriel in it. She tried not to gawk as she watched them fight, their muscled bodies sheened with sweat. Titus spotted her watching and gave her a smile, causing her to blush. Roboute turned around when he realised his assistant was no longer following him but only smirked as he realised why she stopped.

“Aniyah.” He stated, causing her attention to snap to him. “Come along.” She apologised and raced over to his side. Acheran gave her a sideways glare as they continued, clearly disapproving. She pushed her glasses up her nose and folded her arms in front of her, staring down at the floor for the rest of the demonstration.

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Back in Guilliman’s office, Aniyah struggled to focus on the paperwork before her. She kept thinking back to the demonstration that morning. Thinking about Titus’ muscled body, scarred as it was. A blush must have started to creep up her cheeks because Guilliman made a comment.

“I definitely know you think he’s handsome now.” He quipped.

“Oh really? How do you know it's not his sparring partner I was appreciating?” She retorted, an eyebrow raised.

“Was it Sargeant Gadriel you were looking at?”

Aniyah paused, “No, it wasn’t.”

“You have my blessing, you know. If you wanted to take him to bed.”

“My Lord!” She cried, her face now crimson with embarrassment.

“I just wanted you to be aware.”

----

The next few days, Aniyah made her best effort not to go anywhere where Space Marines congregated. She requested all her meals to be brought to Guilliman’s office, under the guise she had far too much work to do to be worried about going to eat food in the refectory. The only times she had to leave the office were to go to her quarters to sleep and to go to the library to collect books for the Primarch.

It was on one of her trips to the library that she ran into Demetrian Titus. Not ran, walked into. She was so entirely focused on the dataslate in her hands that she walked into a giant wall of muscle. Aniyah winced as she stumbled back slightly, apologising before looking to see who it was. Her face had immediately reddened.

“Are you alright, My Lady?” Titus questioned, one of his hands gently holding her arm to keep her upright.

“Yes, I’m so sorry. I was not paying attention. Please forgive me.” She rambled. Her eyes moved to his face, noting the slight concern there.

“Where are you heading?” He asked softly.

“Um, the library.”

“I’ll walk you there. Best not to risk you walking into anyone or anything else.” He chuckled lightly, making her smile. Titus offered her an arm and she placed a gentle hand on it. They walked through the winding corridors together in a comfortable silence until they reached the library.

Aniyah thanked him, rising onto her toes to press a delicate kiss to his cheek before rushing into the library. Titus stood there stunned for a moment before turning to walk back to his quarters.

----

“Wait a minute,” Calgar began, “You kissed him?”

“His cheek, but yeah...” Aniyah admitted.

“How did he react?”

“I don’t know. I ran into the library before I could see.”

“You really like him, don’t you?” She nodded, heat burning at her face as she shuffled papers around Roboute’s desk.

----

The next time Titus and Aniyah met was deep in the stacks of the library. She had again been sent for books by the Primarch and the number she had required a cart to carry them. Titus was looking for a book about a specific ancient battle when she rounded the corner to stop at the shelf next to him. Aniyah worked quickly to grab the books she needed.

“You look busy today.” Titus commented, nodding at the nearly overflowing cart.

“Oh, yes. Good thing I like the library.” Aniyah laughed softly, a smile creeping across her face. Demetrian smiled back before stepping closer. She was on her toes trying to reach a book that was slightly too high. He grabbed it for her, setting it on the cart. Aniyah seemed to freeze for a moment, painfully aware of how close they were.

A gentle finger tilted her chin up to look at him. Aniyah had no words as Titus leaned down to kiss her tenderly. Titus could feel how soft her lips were, smell her floral soap as he kissed her. His hands settled on her waist as her lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth. She tasted like strawberries and it took everything in him not to groan. Aniyah pulled back slightly, her chest heaving.

“Are you alright?”

“My lungs aren’t as big as yours.” She smiled sheepishly, “And I only have two.” Titus winced. He was enjoying himself so much that he forgot that she would need to breathe. Aniyah placed a hand on the side of his face.

“I have to get back to work. I’ll see you later.” She kissed him again before turning to pull the cart away. Titus only stood there for a moment, too aware of the aching cock between his legs.

----

When Aniyah returned to Lord Guilliman’s office, he eyed her warily.

“That took longer than usual.”

“Apologies, My Lord.” Was all she offered as she began to stack the books in order on his desk.

“Ran into Lieutenant Titus, did you?”

“How did you-” Aniyah stuttered. He pointed to his lips and she flushed red again.

----

Titus attempted to look nonchalant as he leaned against the wall, in a corridor only Aniyah seemed to use when she was walking to the library. He had noticed that she went there several times a day and wanted to use that time to be around her. The past 3 days had been the same; she walked round the corner, they greeted each other, they walked to the library together, Aniyah collected the books she required, they kissed for a few minutes or until they heard someone, Titus walked her most of the way back to Guilliman’s office, they parted ways. It was a very enjoyable routine, Titus thought.

Right on time, Aniyah rounded the corner. She smiled at him, taking his arm as he offered it to her. Her fingers traced over his skin as they walked through the less populated corridors. Today, she said something different.

“You should come to my quarters tonight. If you’d like.” Titus stayed quiet for a moment before responding.

“I would like that.” They continued walking but when they got to the library Titus didn’t follow her. She looked at him, slightly confused.

“I should go and bathe. Wouldn’t want your quarters to smell of sweaty Astartes.” He joked. Aniyah smiled back at him.

“Not that I would mind.” She retorted. He took her small hand in his and raised it to his lips, pressing them to it gently. She blushed, pushing open the library door and slipping inside.

----

Aniyah tried not to pace as she stood in her dressing gown, a long violet silk robe that brushed the floor. It covered the lacy white nightgown she wore beneath, that only reached mid-thigh. Her hair was loose, curled slightly from the braids she had woven into her bun for the day. She had fussed over the sheets and pillows on her bed, spraying some of her perfume over them when she had convinced herself that they smelt unpleasant.

A knock sounded at the door and Aniyah raced over to open it, smiling when she saw Titus’ face. He smiled back at her.

“Please, come in.” She said, opening the door further for him. Titus stepped inside, looking around at the space as she closed the door behind him and locking it. She had turned off the main room lights and only the warm light of the lamp next to her bed lit the room. He stepped closer to her and leaned down to press a kiss to her lips.

“I just need to ask a question, to make sure I didn’t read this wrong.” Aniyah nodded, “Did you ask me here to have sex with you? Or just to sleep? Because I am very happy to oblige either.”

“Sex was what I hoped, yes.” She admitted, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Titus dropped to his knees, face now level with Aniyah’s. His hands snaked over her hips, wrapping around her waist and pulling her flush against him.

“I’m very glad.” He kissed her again, hungrily this time. Her arms wrapped around his neck, hands settling in his hair as his tongue pushed into her mouth. Aniyah whimpered as his hands began to knead at her ass. One of her legs lifted to hook around his waist, a silent encouragement to move them to the bed. He rose from the floor, hands now gripping her thighs as he walked.

Titus set her on the edge of the bed, stepping back slightly. Aniyah pulled the tie at her waist, her robe opening to show the nightgown beneath. Demetrian felt his cock stiffen further at the sight of her bare legs and pulled his robe over his head. Now he only wore his loincloth. Aniyah inhaled at the sight of his cock straining at his undergarments. She shuffled up the bed as he stepped back to it, crawling up towards her. He settled above her, pushing the nightgown up to expose her underwear. It too was white and lacy, and soaked in her arousal. She pulled the nightgown off fully, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air.

Aniyah let her legs open for him as she ran her hands up her body, resting them above her head. Titus pulled her underwear down her legs, throwing it off to the side before leaning down to kiss her. She arched up into him, letting one of his hands settle on her back as the other tore his loincloth from his body. His cock sprang free and slapped against her drenched sex. Aniyah could feel how big he was against her. It wasn’t a surprise, given he was two feet taller than her. He ground against her, cockhead grazing her clit and making her moan.

His fingers pressed into her and she moved a hand to wrap around his cock and start stroking. He moaned, fingers pumping in and out of her. His cock rubbed against her clit as she stroked him, the combined actions making her cry out in pleasure.

“T-Titus. Please... Need you in me.” She moaned, lifting her hips to try and slide his cock into her. He removed his fingers with a wet pop and lined his cock up with her dripping entrance. His cock was slick with precum and slid into her with ease. Aniyah’s arms wrapped around his back, under his arms now holding him over her. He seated himself fully within her, giving her a moment to adjust. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, breath coming out in pants as he started to thrust. A few thrusts in she came, crying his name.

This only seemed to encourage him. His thrusts got harder, making his balls slap against her ass. He could feel her panting under him, her fingers dug into his back and that sent him over the edge. His seed spilled into her and leaked out around his cock. Titus pulled back to kiss Aniyah’s cheek, his cock still hard inside her.

“Are you alright?” He asked. Aniyah nodded, looking between their joined bodies.

“Are you up for another round?” She asked, biting her lip. Titus grinned and started to thrust into her again.

“I didn’t mean like that.” He stopped immediately. “Let me show you.” Aniyah pulled away, letting his cock slip out of her. Titus sat back on his knees, watching her. She gestured for him to move onto his knees and he did. He stared as she kneeled over his lap, facing away from him. Aniyah adjusted herself so her back was flush with his chest and sank down onto his cock. He enjoyed the sensation so much that his hips bucked up to meet hers, making them both moan. Her left hand reached to tangle with his, the other moving to her clit and rubbing circles as she rose and lowered herself.

Titus attached his lips to the base of her neck, his spare hand moving to her breasts to tease her nipples. She gasped, throwing her head back and groaning. He thrust up to meet her, fucking his cum out of her. Her hand moved from her clit to his balls for a moment, squeezing gently. All the restraint that Titus was holding onto vanished in that moment. He pushed her forward onto the bed, moving his hands to hold her legs in the air as he thrust into her. Aniyah used one of her hands to push herself off the bed slightly, the other rubbed furiously at her clit.

All Titus could hear was him thrusting into her and her begging for him not to stop. She came and he kept thrusting, not giving her a moment to recover. Aniyah couldn’t think about anything but the cock sliding in and out of her. Her hand left her clit and grabbed onto the sheets below her, trying desperately to hold onto them. He could feel her tightening around him again and he thrust even faster, grunting with each movement. Titus kept thrusting as he came again, pushing her over the edge to cum with him.

When he finally stopped thrusting, he pulled out and set Aniyah down. She was breathing deeply, face pressed into the bed.

“What...” She had to take a steadying breath, “What was that?” She asked, turning to look at him.

“Astartes have a considerable amount of self-control. I don’t know why, but it feels like I completely lost it. I’m so sorry.” Aniyah reached out a hand to him, still lying prostrate on the bed, and he took it.

“It’s fine, I promise. But it might be a bit difficult to explain to Lord Guilliman why I’m walking funny.” She chuckled, thumb grazing over his knuckle.