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The Gardener’s ‘Dirty Secret’.~ (warning: Smut. AND NO, THERE’S NOT GONNA BE ANY STDS!!!)

We come to the final of the Chaos Goddess’s. Now, something I’m gonna clear up is that Nurgle isn’t gonna look like a bloated corpse that reeks of biohazard smells or can transmit STD’s when she get’s ’naughty’. Instead, she’s just gonna be exceptionally pale with white hair, and like all her other sisters, she’s gonna be getting down with her new SO, Gardener.

For those who haven’t read the post yet, here’s the link to it: https://www.reddit.com/r/PrimarchGFs/s/0Pmu7O8f05

With that all out of the way. LETS GO!!!

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Gardener hummed happily to himself as he continued planting and weeding in his garden. It was one of two places he could safely be without being infected or devoured by plague or flesh-hungering abominations. Of course, it isn’t like his wife was going to permit to him being infected or contaminated with any of the plagues she concocted. Nurgle had left Gardener in his small garden world where he would plant, weed, and grow all manner of different plants. But Gardener eventually got tired of all his hard work, and was more than ready to rest. Once he finished pulling all the weeds in his garden, Gardener walked over to a nearby house set up in the middle of the large garden, where he opened the door and immediately went to the shower to clean his sweat-covered body. Gardener felt boiled as he discarded his clothes before entering the shower, turning the water to cold. Gardener always set the water setting to cold as he came from a scorched wasteland of a planet.

Nurgle always found it odd of her husband as she preferred it the other way, but Gardener rarely got the chance for cold water to hit his body, much less drink it. He always had to work in the artificial greenhouses in the hive cities, and when he wasn’t working in tending to the planets, he was sent to dig for water out in the desert. “Huuuuhhh…this feels heavenly. Who knew working up a hot sweat could make cold water feel so nice.” Gardener muttered to himself, the cool water washing away all the dirty and sweat from his body. The mortal continued washing himself while remaining completely oblivious to who was watching him. Nurgle had retired back to her private rooms, transforming into her preferred form of not being a massive bloated corpses of decay. She still was very much rotund and plump, and her skin remained the kind of pale that showed someone not having been exposed to sunlight in a long while, but compared to how she had to look when out in the rest of her domain, Nurgle preferred her current look over any other.

But the Lady of Rebirth was not just here to escape from her arduous life of being the Plague Goddess, but also as she had to suffer through hearing all of her sisters and their husbands moan and scream, or growl in the case of Khorne and her Bloodsworn. Having heard enough from her dark sisters, Nurgle immediately retired to her personal chambers, seeking Gardener’s touch. For now, she just sat and stared into the little globe that contained Gardener’s garden. As Gardener finished his shower, Nurgle licked her lips at seeing Gardener’s nude form, “He looks so sexy…” Nurgle mumbled to herself, her hand slowly beginning to trail down to her lower lips. Subconsciously, Nurgle began fingering her now drenched pussy, while using her other hand to trail up to her chest and squeeze hard on one of her breast. The Pale Goddess let out moans, her hands moving all on their own as Nurgle didn’t take her eye off Gardener. Gardener finished getting dressed before summoning out of his garden and into his and Nurgle’s room, finding his wife presently fingering her pussy while groping her breast as she moaned, “G-Garden…Gardener…Gardener.” Nurgle mumbled and groaned as she inserted her fingers as deep into her aching cunt as they could reach.

“Couldn’t have waited for me?” Gardener spoke up, startling the Goddess. Nurgle blushed redder than Khorne’s Blood Arena as she realized she had been caught playing with herself by her husband. “U-uh! I-I-MMMMMFFF!!!” Nurgle tried speaking, but Gardener pounced on his wife and silenced her with a kiss. Nurgle felt stunned by this, but her surprise rapidly melted away as she returned the kiss while wrapping her arms around her Gardener. Despite having just taken a cold shower, Gardener felt warm in Nurgle’s embrace, “Hmmmmmhhh…sh-sho…shweet…” Nurgle moaned out, savoring the taste of Gardener’s soft lips. Gardener trailed one hand down to Nurgle’s giant breasts before squeezing firmly around it, electing another sharp moan from her. “Ooooohhh…y-yesh…shq-shqueeshe…shqueeshe ma-mo-more…” Nurgle fumbled through her words as Gardener continued kissing and fondling with Nurgle’s ample breasts. The pale skin of the Goddess belied its true warmth as Nurgle continued getting warmer and warmer with every sensual motion of Gardener’s hands and mouth, “Muh! F-Fuck…y-your lips taste so sweet.” The mortal groaned, a sweet taste of honey and nectar on Nurgle’s pink lips.

The Lady of Rebirth smiled at her husband, “Then perhaps you’d like to taste my other lips?~” Nurgle purred as she spread her legs, showing her pink shaved pussy to Gardener. Despite her pale skin and more rounded and rotund shape, Nurgle’s body still looked beautiful to Gardener, and without any questions, the mortal lowered further down to the level of Nurgle’s pussy, trailing kisses until his face was in front of Nurgle’s dripping pussy. Feeling Gardener’s warm breath on her pussy caused more moans to escape from Nurgle, “G-Garde-Gardener. P-ple-please don’t tease me! E-Eat…pl-please eat m-me out! L-Let…let me f-feel you-your tongue inside my dr-dripping-GUUUUUHHH!!! H-HUUUUHH!!! O-OH FUCK!!!” Nurgle gasped and cried out in pleasure as she felt the wet and slimy sensation of Gardener’s tongue shove deep into her drenched and aching pussy. The taste of Nurgle’s pussy nectar was akin to honey, with the smell of roses and lavender also emanating from Nurgle’s cunt, “Fuck…her pussy tastes so good…I-i think…I think I might get…get dumb on her taste and smell.” Gardener thought to himself as he, at least tried, wrapping his arms around Nurgle’s thicc thighs.

Nurgle gasped and breathed more raggedly as her husband continued eating out her pussy, the movements of his tongue feeling like magic of the highest sensation. “Y-YES!!! YES, YES, YES!!! YES, EAT IT!!! EAT MY FUCKING PUSSY OUT!!! OHHHH!!! F-FU-FUUUUUCK!!! I-I CAN’T…CAN’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I-I G-GOT…H-HUUUUUH!!!” Nurgle screamed and squealed out, being glad she had the foresight to block any sound from exiting her private room. The Chaos Goddess suddenly felt herself get hoisted off the chair she was sitting in, causing another gasp of surprise to escape from Nurgle, “W-What is ha-HA! HU-HUUUH!!! O-OOOOHHHH!!! F-FU-FFFFUUUUUUUCK!!! FUCK YOUR TONGUE FEELS SO GOOD!!! D-DON’T STOP, MY GARDENER!!! D-DON’T STOP!!!” The Pale Goddess squealed out as she managed to lock her thighs around Gardener’s head despite being held up in the air. Gardener was lost in a haze as he kept licking and tongue-fucking his wife’s pussy. The mortal soon felt his wife’s body tense up, with Nurgle clutching harder around Gardener’s skull with her thighs, and her hands squeezed hard on her breasts. “C-CUM!!! I-I…C-CU-CUUUUMMMMMMIIIIINNNG!!!!!!” Nurgle screamed, screwing her eyes shut as her toes curled and she seemed to forcibly squeeze breast milk from her tits.

Gardener opened his mouth as he got a massive squirt of Nurgle’s fluids into his mouth, the mortal immediately gulping and drinking up every drop of his wife’s cum. The sweet tasting nectar, akin to sweet cider, caused mumbling and muffled words to vibrate into Nurgle’s still sensitive vagina. “W-Wa-Wait…h-hon-honey…s-stop…it’s t-too much…” Nurgle pleaded as Gardener continued licking and eating his wife’s pussy. Gardener couldn’t really hear what with Nurgle’s thighs locked around his head, and his wife’s sensitive pussy soon released again as the Chaos Goddess exploded her cum out onto her husband’s face. Nurgle shook and trembled as she exploded into Gardener’s mouth a second time, drenching his face in more of Nurgle’s delicious fluids. Nurgle immediately released Gardener’s head from her thighs, and gently pushed his head away. “J-Just. N-Need ta-to…bre-breathe a little bit.” Nurgle gasped, heaving heavily from the amazing double orgasm. Gardener managed to lift Nurgle up from her chair despite of his smaller size. “Wha-! Wait, Gar what are you doing?!” Nurgle asked in a panic, “Don’t worry, my love. I just thought that if we’d be continuing our stress relieving, we could continue somewhere more comfortable.” Gardener smiled as he set his Goddess down on the soft bed the pair shared. Nurgle’s panic abated, and she let up a smile as Gardener joined his wife in bed after discarding the remainder of his clothing.

Nurgle couldn’t help staring at the impressive musculature of her husband. While Khorne’s Bloodsworn was very much more large and muscled compared to him, Gardener’s look still made Nurgle drool over him. “Fuck me, he looks so fucking hot.” The Pale Goddess thought to herself. Once Gardener joined his wife in bed, Nurgle smiled at him before snapping her fingers and her clothes disappeared. Gardener let up his own blush as he looked upon the naked visage of his wife, “Curse the Realms. You look…s-so sexy.” Nurgle giggled, “Watch your mouth, mister! One of those Realms is still mine…~” Nurgle flipped Gardener onto his back, her larger form pinning him down to the bed without requiring the strength of her hands to keep him down. The Goddess leaned closer into her husband’s ear, “…now. You need to fuck my asshole with that rock hard cock of yours.~” Nurgle murmured into Gardener’s ear. Nurgle’s voice sent tingles down Gardener’s spine as he felt Nurgle’s stomach grind against his cock. Nurgle stopped with the teasing as she aligned her tight asshole with Gardener’s now fully erected cock, “Wait-Wait! A-Anal al-already?!” The mortal asked, his sensitive tip being pressed further against Nurgle’s asshole.

“Yes, my darling. Don’t be shy. And I must admit…” Nurgle leaned back into Gardener’s ear, “…I’m a greedy anal slut.~” The Pale Goddess muttered with a seductive grin before slamming all the way down on Gardener’s cock. The couple both let out sharp gasps of pleasure, the tight sensation of Nurgle’s ass gripping firmly around Gardener’s thick shaft. “Huuuuuh…fuuuuuuck!!! Y-Your cock…it’s s-so biiiig…” Nurgle groaned, her plump ass squeezing hard around her husband’s cock. Gardener struggled to breathe properly from the tightness of his Goddess’s ass gripping his cock along with her full weight pressing down on him. “Hold still, sweetie. I-I’m gonna start -nuuuuh!- I-I’m gonna start riding you now!” Nurgle sat up as she started gently moving up and down on Gardener’s shaft, moans and groans increasing in volume and frequency as she slid all the way up her husband’s cock before slamming back down. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh quickly echoed throughout the entire room, along with more moans and screams of pleasure.

“Fuh! Fu-Fuh-FUCK!!! Y-Yes! Yes! Y-Yeh…YES!!! FUCK!!! FUCK ME!!! S-SO FUCKING…BIG AND STRONG INSIDE MY FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! H-HUUUH!!!” Nurgle screeched, her asshole squelching as she continued riding her husband’s massive cock. Gardener gripped hard onto Nurgle’s asscheeks as best he could while squeezing his eyes shut with his moans being forced out with every hard thrust of Nurgle’s hips, “Huh! Fu-UH! UH! UH-CK! NU! NUR! GLE!!! DUH-DON’T!!! S-STUH-STOP!!!” The mortal cried out, prompting Nurgle to bounce harder on his cock. “AS YOU WISH, HUBBY!!! FUCK, I-I FUCKING LOVE EVERY FUCKING INCH OF YOUR COCK!!! H-HUUUUH!!! KISS ME!!!” Nurgle leaned down to Gardener and locked her lips onto his while continuing to bounce on his shaft. Gardener grunted and groaned as he felt his cock begin to throb and pulse, making Nurgle smirk as she could tell that Gardener was preparing to explode his first load, getting her to speed up her movements. “COME ON, MY LOVE!!! CUM FOR ME!!! SHOOT EVERY FUCKING DROP OF YOUR HOT SEED AS FAR AND DEEP INTO MY FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!” Nurgle half growled, half screamed with hungering pleasure and lust.

Gardener tensed up as he pushed Nurgle all the way down on his cock, the pleasure becoming overwhelming as he tried reaching his full length as far into the Pale Goddess’s tight hole. “C-CUUUU-CUUUUUUMMMMM!!!!!!” Gardener groaned, followed by his cock releasing a torrent of hot seed deep into Nurgle’s juicy ass. Nurgle smiled and panted with her tongue hanging out as she felt the warm sensation of her husband’s cum flood into every crevice of her anal insides. Gardener let out several deep gasps after painting Nurgle’s insides white, though he could tell Nurgle wasn’t finished with him just yet as she climbed off and flipped the pair again. “You’ve made me cum twice, now you need to return the favor. I want to taste your cum! Now fuck my tits!~” Nurgle purred as she pulled Gardener up to her giant breasts and slipped his still hard cock in between the two giant balls of soft flesh. Gardener took a few breaths before beginning to thrust his cock, “O-Oh fuck!!! Fuck s-so s-soft! F-Fuck! I-I love your tits!!!” Gardener cried out as she squeezed and squished his wife’s large breasts, squeezing them harder around his cock.

Nurgle opened her mouth and her tongue licked at the tip of Gardener’s cock, electing further moans from the mortal. “I-I…I think I’m gonna c-cum already! F-Fuck these tits feel so good!!! H-HUH!!! A-An-And your tongue!!!” Gardener screamed. “Go on, my little Gardener.~ CUM! Cum on my face and tits! Cum in my mouth! Come on! CUM!!! Give me more! MORE OF YOUR CUM!!!” Nurgle rubbed her tits as hard and as fast as she could, feeling Gardener’s cock start to pulsate and throb. Gardener gave one final hard thrust, grabbing onto Nurgle’s head and forcing the tip into her mouth before shooting his second load down his wife’s throat. Nurgle eagerly gulped her husband’s seed, savoring and enjoying the sweet taste of Gardener’s seed. Gardener fell onto his back, his cock slipping out of Nurgle’s mouth as a few more ropes of cum spurted out, glazing the Goddess’s breasts. “Such a good little boy.” Nurgle giggled as she lapped up the rest of her husband’s seed from her breasts.

Once she finished, light snoring caught her attention as she noticed her Gardener softly slumbering. The Pale Goddess smiled to herself, “Awwwww. You look so cute. Well…I guess some cuddling is in order.” The Goddess gently snuggled Gardener into her bosom before pulling blankets over the pair, and also shutting the windows to block out the now resumed moans of Slaanesh and her Princeling. “Sleep well, my darling.” Nurgle smiled while plumping a gentle kiss on her mortal’s head before joining him in sleep.

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So at the time of posting this, it is almost 11:30 pm PST, so I’m just managing to squeeze this into Smut Sunday. And with the final of the Chaos Goddess’s now have gotten their smuts done (finally), I think it’s time to go back to the girls who originally made this series of posts. Yes, that means more Primarch smuts are gonna come out. Probably still not as often as before considering that I’m now busy with school, and will be busy with it for the rest of the year. But regardless of that, there will be more coming, in time. But until then, hope this was a good one.

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u/DaGitman_JudeAsbury — 5 hours ago
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Happy 4th of July. With the power of memes.

Lover decided watching fireworks was better than Lyana and Juno drunkenly strip while drinking with Slayer and Centurion.

u/DaGitman_JudeAsbury — 1 day ago
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Father’s Day.

So I believe someone had asked this, I don’t remember. But in light of it being Father’s Day, what do you all think the Primarchs would get for Lover, or Eternal of you prefer him still being their dad.

And what do you think each of the Astartes Legions would do for the SO’s on Father’s Day.

u/DaGitman_JudeAsbury — 15 days ago
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Lover’s Lullaby pt. 17

Also at the end of this mini series. Not the second to last post as after all the Primarchs get a song sung to them, there’s still one other girl Lover has to give a lullaby to. But before we get there, it’s Mortaria’s turn to get a little song from Daddy Lover.

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Mortaria struggled to breathe easy as she fumbled to get the oxygen mask onto her face. Once she got it onto her face, her raggedy breathing became steady as her lungs inhaled the fresh and soothing oxygen. It was the last thing she had that reminded her of her precious Lily, who just like the other boys, had gone off on another guys trip. Mortaria’s mother had done her best to put Mortaria to bed, but it didn’t seem to matter. Without Lily by her side, Mortaria’s ability to breathe became harder. It didn’t make sense to the Death Guard Primarch how or why she could breathe easier when Lily was close, but she didn’t care about the “how” or “why” of any of that. She simply cared that Lily had moved mountains to nurse and heal her and her legion back to health. She may not have been the best at being a mother or a wife, but Lily always showed that he still loved Mortaria.

“Hey Morta?” A small voice caught Mortaria’s attention, and she turned to the door of her room to see her father. “What’s the matter? Why aren’t you asleep?” Lover asked, the Little Emperor closing the door behind him before approaching his daughter’s bed. Mortaria hadn’t had the best relationship with her adoptive father, and such an experience colored her initially view of Lover. Yet, she very quickly realized how different Lover was from her tormenting necromancer father. “Hey. Morta. What are you doing still awake?” Lover asked again. Mortaria suddenly pulled Lover into a hug, something not know for the Death Guard Primarch to do, given how she always wore gloves to avoid touching anyone else. “Woah. Woah, woah, woah. What’s wrong? Are you having trouble breathing?” Lover asked, noticing the wheezing breathes Mortaria was inhaling. “Y-Yes…b-but it’s not because of my lungs.” Mortaria answered. Hearing that, Lover didn’t need to be told what else was wrong, as he’d be one very dense fool if he couldn’t see the pattern with all his daughters.

“It’s Lily.” The Little Emperor muttered, prepared for Mortaria to weep and wallow in anguished cries of despair. The Death Guard Primarch did nothing to hide her tears, as she had no rhyme or reason to look strong in front of her father. He was not only here to try and comfort her, but he was very much correct in his statement. It was Lily. Just like all her sisters, her husband was all that Mortaria could think about. “I-I…I miss him. Maybe…more than I should. But I just…I just can’t help it.” Mortaria sobbed as she continued to hold her stepfather close. Lover simply rubbed Mortaria’s back, while also trying to rock Mortaria to the best of his ability, except Mortaria’s size and her currently ridged posture made that a challenging task. “Shhhh. Shhhhh. It’s going to be alright, Morta. Everything is okay.” Lover tried his best to soothe Mortaria, his calm voice helping Mortaria to settle down from her tantrum. “Here. Lay back down. Let me put the mask back on, and just breathe.” Lover instructed, with Mortaria following her father’s instructions.

Lover placed the breathing mask back over Mortaria’s face, with Mortaria starting to breathe more gently and calmly as Lover set something down on the bedside table. “You want me to sing something to help you go back to sleep?” The Little Emperor asked, earning a slow nod from Mortaria. “Want to lay your head on my chest?” Lover asked, again. Mortaria clutched a hand onto her oxygen mask as she pressed the side of her face into her father’s chest. The steady beat of Lover’s heart in Mortaria’s ear helped calm her further as the small yet strong beat of the Little Emperor’s heart resembling Lily’s. “Cozy?” Lover smiled as he gently brushed the side of the Pale Queen’s face. “Never really thought I’d say yes to my father about something like comfort.” Mortaria muttered, the healthy oxygen still entering her lungs helping to further soothe the Death Guard.

“And I never thought I’d be married to a giantess in golden armor, helping to be a father to eighteen giant daughters. But life always tends to throw more than a few curveballs. And I haven’t regretted where I’ve ended up.” Lover smiled at his daughter, earning him a warm smile from Mortaria. “Well…when you put it like that. I guess anything can happen. Including having a father who actually cares.” The Primarch retorted. “Especially having a father that cares.” Lover gently caressed the side of Mortaria’s face, while also brushing aside some strains of hair. Mortaria closed her eyes and just focused on her breathing and the sound of her father’s heartbeat, with Lover reaching for what he had placed on the bedside table and pressing a small button. Mortaria realized it was his little music box her father always carried around with him, “Just relax and breathe. I’ll start singing.” Lover then cleared his throat as he began softly humming with the tune of the song.

“Break the hard chains of fate
Roads we walk we create
For our futures are wide and vast.
To respect and respond
To add strength to our bond
Cast the fury into the past.
I can choose to be better at last.

Through all the pain I’ve grown.
Warm up this old heart of stone.
Leave the hurt behind
Tearing the threads of the tethers
Leave the hurt behind
We can choose to be better.
We can choose to be better!

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Crush the bones of despair
In the jaws of the bear
Prophecies may come to pass.
Keep the beast deep within
Always under the skin
Let in claw through the mirror’s glass.
I can choose to be better at last.

And even a hard of stone.
Can warm when no longer alone.
Leave the hurt behind
Tearing the threads of the tethers
Leave the hurt behind
We can choose to be better.
We can choose to be better!

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In this winter of woe
Seeds of Hope they still grow
Sheets of white over rock and grass.
From contempt I have turned
Now I’m just trying to learn
Burning skies now overcast.
I can choose to be better at last!

Leave the hurt behind
Tearing the threads of the tethers
Leave the hurt behind
We can choose to be better.
Leave the hurt behind
Tearing the threads of the tethers
Leave the hurt behind
We can choose to be better.
We can choose to be better!”

The music slowly died down as Lover finished, feeling a heavier weight on his chest as Mortaria had fallen into deep slumber, the sound of the mask feeding oxygen into her lungs with every breath along with a slight snoring being all the noise the Death Guard Primarch made. Lover carefully weaseled his way out from underneath Mortaria’s sleeping body, taking his music box before turning to look at the gently slumbering visage of his Pale daughter. Smiling again, the Little Emperor leaned over Mortaria’s cheek and gently kissed it. The Pale Queen lightly shuffled in her sleep as she unconsciously let up a smile, “Goodnight, my Little Reaper.” Lover whispered before quietly leaving Mortaria’s room. Once out of the room, Lover looked down the halls and saw Leona’s bedroom light still on, and with a deep sighing breath, he murmured, “Last one.” Before quietly walking down the very end of the hallway and just as quietly, knocked on Leona’s door before saying, “Leona, sweetie. Are you alright?”

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Almost the end of this series. Originally, I was going to have the song be Imagine Dragons’s >!Radioactive!<, given Mortaria’s biohazardous stench, but went with Miracle of Sound’s >!To Be Better!< as I felt the message in that song was a more soothing tone. And also because to my mind, Mortaria seems of the type that’d never want to change until Lily came along. And so the message of choosing ‘To be better,’ fits with Mortaria’s character. And next up, we have Leona, and I do have a song picked out for her, but feel free to recommend another, as I might use that song instead of I think it’s a better theme for Leona. But until then, hope you enjoyed.

u/DaGitman_JudeAsbury — 17 days ago
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Spending time with Dad. (Sanguinia)

Probably one of the easiest to do since doing literally anything that’s related to father-daughter time would work with Sanguinia. I also imagine most of you have been wanting this one seeing how many of you want Sanguinia’s turn on the Fortune of Love posts. But, now that that is all said and done, it’s time to get into this.

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Sanguinia could barely contain her excitement, a fact made evident from her bright smile and light fluttering of her wings. Her father had finally arrived on Baal, and given how welcoming Sanguinia was to any and all of her family, she was beyond thrilled to have her father as a guest on her homeworld. Dove looked at his Angel with a mesmerizing and amused smile, as Sanguinia only acted it like this whenever she was alone with him, or whenever her sisters, mother, or her father was visiting. Fulgrim was more known to perform overly flamboyant and pompous welcomes for important guests like her mother and father, but Sanguinia was still wanting to give her father a warm welcome. A detachment of Blood Angels stood at attention as the gold clad Thunderhawk touched down onto the landing zone, Sanguinia’s smile brightening in anticipation for her special guest. As the ramp lowered, the familiar look of a man dressed in his simple Guardsman uniform. As he descended the ramp, Sanguinia swooped up before tackling him to the ground on her way back down. The Little Emperor simply laughed as he returned the hug to his bubbly daughter.

“DADDY!!! OH I’M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!” Sanguinia excitedly stated as she kept her father wrapped up in a big hug, her wings occasionally tickling him. “Okay! Okay!! Sanguinia, please don’t tickle me too much! I’m very ticklish!!!” Lover lightly screeched as his daughter’s feathers rubbed against his exposed skin, which was only his neck. Dove couldn’t help but laugh at Lover as he watched his wife continue to tickle the Little Emperor. Sanguinia’s expression didn’t change even as she happily carried Lover to his guest room she had set aside and prepared for him. The Marines gave a solemn salute as their mother, father, and Little Emperor walked past, before eventually dispersing after the Thunderhawk took off and returned to the ship that had brought Lover to Baal. Once the three companions had left the landing zone, Sanguinia’s bubbly attitude didn’t change as she continued rambling to her father about all the wonders of her home planet, how she’d make his stay as comfortable as possible, and of all the exciting plans she had planned.

Lover just smiled at his daughter as she carried him through the halls of her home planet’s palace, all while chatting his ears off. Dove occasionally laughed at his wife’s excitement, while thinking about how adorable she looked as she happily carried Lover around as if he was a special puppy. Once the trio got to Lover’s guest room, Dove finally spoke, “Well…you two enjoy each other’s company. I’ve got some work to do. Don’t have too much fun without me.” The medic joked before leaving his wife with her stepfather. Sanguinia just continued snuggling her father close to her, her wings continuing to flutter even as she wrapped Lover in their soft embrace. “I’ve missed you, so much, dad.” Sanguinia stated, her smile not wavering as she continued cradling Lover. The Little Emperor reached one of his hand up to Sanguinia’s cheek, a tenderness and comfort behind it as he caressed the Great Angel’s cheek.

“I’ve missed you too, my little Angel.” Lover returned, his own smile brightening. “How have things been with mom?” Sanguinia asked. “They’ve been great. Still having a few issues we’ve been trying to work out, but things have been great.” Lover trailed off, giving Sanguinia the notion that her dad missed her mother. “You miss her, don’t you.” She pointed out. Lover didn’t bother denying it, and simply nodded his head. “Yes. I…haven’t been with her for nearly three months. I’ve only been able to stay connected with her through our private holo-vox.” Sanguinia nuzzled the top of Lover’s head in an attempt to comfort him, as she knew well enough what it was like to be separated for a long period of time from her own husband. Lover had been jumping around the Imperium as he visited and spent time with his daughters, meaning he hadn’t been spending as much time as he wanted with the Empress.

“I understand where you’re coming from, dad. I haven’t spent months apart from my Dove, but I’ve spent enough time away from him to understand the melancholy you’re feeling.” Sanguinia kept nuzzling the side of her face against Lover’s, the warmth and gentleness of the movements giving Lover his smile back. “Thank you, Sanguinia. What did I do to have such an incredible daughter?” Lover asked, not really expecting an answer. Sanguinia smiled, “No. What did we do to have an amazing father, is the real question.” Sanguinia’s wings started tickling Lover again, making the Little Emperor giggle as his daughter continued tickling him. “No! No, wait! No-Not…Not fair, Sanguinia!!!” Lover screamed as Sanguinia continued tickling her father all throughout the day. But once the sun had set, Lover had fallen asleep after being constantly tickled. Sanguinia undressed Lover out of his uniform and dressed him into some cozy pajamas before tucking him into bed. It felt odd as Lover had dressed and tucked her into her bed, so doing it for him almost felt wrong, yet strangely comforting.

Once Sanguinia got her father tucked into bed, she walked across the hallway and entered her’s and Dove’s bedroom. Dove waited in the couple’s bed, dressed in his pajamas while he read a book. “So how’d it go?” The medic asked once he saw his radiant Angel enter, “I spent most of the day simply tickling him with my wings before all the laughing caused him to eventually fall asleep out of exhaustion.” Dove let up a light chuckle after hearing that, “Ha! Like the first time we met and you decided to constantly tickle me with them?” Dove joked, making his wife blush in embarrassment. “Don’t pretend that you didn’t enjoy it!” Sanguinia playfully scolded her husband, earning another chuckle from the medic. “I didn’t say I didn’t.” Dove smirked to himself as he continued reading, though occasionally stealing a glance at his nude wife as Sanguinia changed into more comfortable sleepwear. Once the Angel finished getting dressed, she joined her husband in bed and draped one wing around him. Dove slid a book mark into his book and set it on the nightstand, before snuggling closer to Sanguinia.

“Well, what do you intend to do with him, tomorrow?” Dove asked. “I think I might take him flying around Baal. Much like what I did with you.” Sanguinia smiled as she gave Dove a kiss. “Why don’t you paint a portrait of him?” Dove asked, a small hint of jealousy in his voice. Sanguinia giggled, loving how adorable Dove looked when he was jealous, “Oh don’t be jealous, darling. You know you’ll always come first in my heart. But as much as I like painting, I think I’ll skip that since Fulgrim more than likely nearly drove Lover crazy from having him sit still while she painted him.” The couple both let out a laugh at that statement, as it was more than a true enough statement about Sanguinia’s perfectionist sister. “Well before you do anything with your dad tomorrow. You still have to give me cuddles!” Dove puffed his cheeks as he nuzzled closer to his wife. Sanguinia just lightly giggled before wrapping both her wings around Dove.

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Lover clung tightly to Sanguinia as she flew over Baal, feeling rather jittery at the thought of falling out of Sanguinia’s arms should she accidentally let go. “Don’t struggle too much, father. It’ll increase the chances of you falling.” Sanguinia’s voice cut through the morning air as the Angel soared over the red desert sands of Baal. While Baal had been a more radioactive and desolate planet in the past, with some terraforming, the atmosphere had become more breathable for normal human, though Lover still wore his rebreather mask. “It looks beautiful, darling.” Lover stated, the crimson sands sparkling as if there was gold lost amongst the sun-baked sand. Sanguinia smiled as she began soaring down to the ground, her father still in her arms along with a small picnic basket. Or at least, small compared to Sanguinia, as Lover could’ve easily fitted into the basket if he had any desire to be crammed in the basket.

Once Sanguinia touched down to the ground she set down both the basket and her father before spreading out a picnic blanket onto a patch of terraformed grass that was starting to become more common across Baal’s landscape. Lover sat down after Sanguinia took a seat and patted the space next to her, which had prompted the Little Emperor to sit. “Comfy?” The Angel asked, draping a protective wing around her father. Lover removed his rebreather and helmet before snuggling closer to his daughter, “Better than comfy.” Lover sighed, the sun warming him after having flown through the air for a time. Sanguinia opened the basket and pulled out two wine glasses and a bottle of her favorite wine. “Want a glass?” Sanguinia asked again, receiving a gentle nod from Lover as he remained relaxed in his position. Sanguinia opened the bottle before pouring it into the two glasses, and then passing one off to Lover as she set the bottle back into the basket. The Angel held up her glass to Lover, with Lover smiling as he clinked his glass against his daughter’s before taking a sip.

The crisp and tangy flavor making the pair smile as they continued basking in the sun. “This is nice. Reminds me of my first proper date with your mother.” Lover remarked, earning a giggle from Sanguinia. “Well not to burst the bubble. But this was my first date with Dove, and I may or may not have suggested this to her when she came to ask me about dating advice.” Lover looked up at his daughter, “I’m sorry. Your mother? Asking for advice?” The mortal felt disbelief wash over him as he never heard of anyone giving the Empress advice that she had asked for. “Yes. It was a rather strange question because when she had asked me, me and my sisters still hadn’t met you. I thought mother was seeing someone, but didn’t think too much on it.” Sanguinia stated. “Huh. So that’s where she got the idea to have a picnic. She probably got the idea of it in a garden from Mortaria.” Lover remarked, earning a laugh from his Angelic Daughter. “Surprised she gave mother that advice considering their-“ Sanguinia paused, “Never mind.”

Lover would’ve pressed Sanguinia, but decided not to as it wasn’t important nor did it matter. All that really mattered was being with his daughter, “Let’s just try and enjoy ourselves for now. Before the Imperium calls us back to war.” Lover smiled up at his daughter, as he snuggled closer to his protective Angel. Sanguinia wrapped her wing further around her father, followed by draping her arm over his shoulder as the pair looked out at the horizon, continuing to enjoy their wine while nuzzled together.

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Sorry that it’s been a while since the last one of these. I’ve been very busy with school starting soon and have been trying to get ready for all of that. As for when the next Smut will be posted, I don’t have an answer for that yet as I’ve struggled to continue making it, but I’ll try and get it done. But for now, enjoy this.

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u/DaGitman_JudeAsbury — 26 days ago
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Part three of my mini Lover-is-Doomguy series. Don’t know if this will be my last part or not, depends on how much I can cram into this post. Also, a big thank you to u/Prophet_XV for the artwork. Now then, hold on to your seats, cause Lover’s gonna get his, so get outta his way…there’s gonna be (gonna be)…gonna be Hell To Pay!!!

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Juno would’ve tried getting Lover to stay on Terra, but she knew well enough her father wouldn’t be willing to rest. He was on a mission. And that mission was to get his and Neah’s daughters back. And that meant all of them. Fulgrim, Atalanta, Magnolia, and Petra all still remained under the influences of the Chaos Gods, and with Regalia, Corvia, Lyana, Hestia, Alakhai, and Leona’s whereabouts being unknown to the Imperium, Juno was more than happy for her father to go out and find the rest of her sisters. In the mean time, she welcomed the return of her sister’s Lover had already found. Ferra and Sanguinia received their new bodies first, with Dove and Ironheart being eternally grateful to Lover for bringing their wives back, but Lover had to cave-in more than a few Inquisitor’s skulls to bring Hathor, Kassandra, Aurelia, Mortaria, and Alpharia back. Some of the Custodes were more than a little distrusting of the idea about letting five traitor Primarch’s be revived within the confines of the Imperial Palace.

But despite all the criticism and accusations, Dove with Lily’s help after the Death Guard Doctor’s revival in his new body, managed to bring back the four and a half Primarchs. The first question that plagued each of the newly returned Primarchs was where their husbands, even if they hadn’t officially married, had gone off to. The seven daughters sat, wrapped up in towels after getting extracted from their new body’s incubation chambers, their father sitting by with them with his helmet off for the first time since arriving on Terra. Dove tended to each of the Primarchs to help them adjust to their new bodies, even if they were carbon copies of the bodies they had ten thousand years ago. “Now I want all of you to take it slow with your movements. Given enough time, you should all feel your old strengths come back soon enough. That means no extreme activities until you get your most basic movements back.” Dove instructed to each of the revived Primarchs as he also gave each one a mug with some hot liquids inside.

“Hey Robb. Do you want something to drink?” Lily offered to the Daemon Slayer. Lover glanced up and simply shook his head, with Lily just nodding in understanding. Juno had been watching, and while she hadn’t had the greatest of relations with many of the sisters she now had with her, she was honestly beyond glad at having some her family back. “Dad.” The Avenging Daughter finally spoke up, getting the man known as Doom’s attention, “Are you…sure about going back into the Warp to-“ “Juno. You’ve already asked me that same question five times. And my answer has not changed. Yes. I’m going back.” Lover stood up, gently rubbing Kassandra’s back in an expression of fatherly love. “I spent ten thousand years in hell. In all the literal senses of that word. Half of it I spent killing. The other half I spent trying to find and bring my girls back home. I’ve only got eight of them here.” Lover trailed off as he looked at the faces of his revived children. “I’ve fought for too long and bleed too much. And I made a promise to myself and your mother. And that was to bring all our children home.”

The mortal father looked over at his shivering daughters, a look of fatherly love, while tainted with the rage that burned in Lover’s tempered heart and soul, still carrying its warmth to his children. Juno already knew she wasn’t going to change her father’s mind, so simply accepted her father’s decision. “Then I ask that you keep this promise. Not just to me…but to all my sisters…” Juno knelt down to Lover’s level before continuing, “…promise that you’ll bring yourself home when this is over.” Juno embraced her father as tears started falling from her eyes. All the stresses of leadership being let out as she allowed herself this emotional release. “I won’t tell you not to cry. But I will tell you this. Make sure there’s still an Imperium for me to return to.” Juno couldn’t help but let a laugh escape, even if Lover was being serious in his statement. “Me and Lily will stay on Terra once you bring back the other souls.” Dove stated before showing four more vats with the bodies of Atalanta, Petra, Fulgrim, and Magnolia. “Wh-Wa-Wait. What…What about us?” Mortaria quirked up as she still shivered.

“All of you will remain here, and considering your new bodies, all of you will need to try and regain your old sense of movement. Though, if necessary, we’ll have you transferred to Macragge incase the Inquisition gets too…suspicious shall we say.” Juno stated to her sisters. Lover wanted to give all his daughters one last embrace, but he still had a job to do. Without so much as a sound, Lover disappeared through his portal.

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Leona El’Jonson, Primarch of the 1st, had reawakened from her slumber, and immediately set about getting what she could under her control, starting first with her Gene-Children and her Brave Warrior. Her Squire. He had remained ever vigilant over her slumbering body, even while the Rock was attacked. Now, Leona had reunited with the Blood Angels and Chapter Master now turned Warden of Imperium Nihilus, Lord Commander Dante. Leona had been informed by the Lord Commander that Juno had also returned, but the Lioness was unaware of her other sisters currently on Terra. But she wouldn’t have much time to think on that, as Abaddon the Warmaster of Chaos, Vashtorr the Archfiend, and Atalanta were coming to the head of a massive Chaos Armada. Vashtorr had already attacked the Rock only to be repulsed with Squire banishing the Daemon back to its infernal depths from once it came.

Atalanta and hordes of Berzerkers were ready to sweep across the blighted world of Wyrmwood. Azrael and Dante with their accompanying forces of Blood and Dark Angel detachments stood in the path of Leona’s rampaging Daemonic sister and her bloodthirsty Khornate Legions. Squire was also there…against Leona’s wishes. But the Squire of Caliban believed his and Leona’s children would fight harder and better knowing their father would stand with them. Squire maintained a strong grip on his sword as he cut down assailing Khorne Berzerkers, Daemons, and Cultists. Tank’s roared with their firepower, bullets flew past or into the ceramite of Marine armor as Squire and his Marines held their ground. Dante bounded from the skies to either blast or cut down these infernal Hell Legionnaires before bounding back up into the sky. “HOLD YOUR GROUND!!!” Azrael shouted as another wave of Berzerkers charged at the battered Marines. Chainaxes revved before cutting down into ceramite and flesh. Intercessors were dragged down as the World Eaters didn’t let up their assault, even as the Blood Angels continued their devastating counter attacks from the sky. Squire didn’t let his fatigue stop him as he continued killing the Khornate warriors without relenting. “Make the traitors pay with their blood!” Squire’s voice crackled through his helmet’s vox, blood weeping from several wounds he had suffered, yet the Little Knight continued swinging and felling foes with every strike of his blade.

But then the ground shook. The skies turned blood red. The frenzy and fury intensified. And a roar of truly bloodcurdling proportions rose up above the noise of battle. It was HER. Atalanta descended upon the Dark Angel’s battle lines, crushing everything and anything in her way. World Eaters, Blood Angels, Dark Angels, or otherwise. It mattered not to the Daemon Primarch, as all she wanted was the chance to kill, even if only for the briefest respite from the relentless burn of the Nails. The hordes of bloodthirsty monsters broke open the battle lines, forcing Squire and his marines further back. Dante and her Blood Angels came soaring down once again, cleaving through Khornate mortal or daemon. But even this devastating assault from the Marines of the IXth couldn’t stall the reinvigorated bloodlust of the Khornate legions.

Dante charged at Atalanta, the Death Mask of her mother hiding the grim determination of the Chapter Master. Atalanta’s mouth curled into a hideous snarl, “SANGUINIA!!!” The Daemon Primarch roared, recognizing the mask from her sister’s helmet. Cleaving through a dozen Marines in one swing, Atalanta strode forward, crushing the dead and dying while still smashing through more Marines, uncaring if they were friend or foe. Dante’s Axe bit into Atalanta’s neck, but not far enough to take the hulking monster’s head off. Atalanta struck back, a single blow from Spinegrinder shredding through the golden armor of the Chapter Master. Azrael looked on in horror as his sister Chapter Master was nearly cleaved in half, with Dante getting sent flying into a patchwork of what once had been a building, now just a pile of rubble. Squire leveled his blade, prepared to fight against the hulking beast that was once his sister-in-law. “KILL!!!” Atalanta roared as she strode forward. Squire went to swing, but suddenly, a golden shield came to block the strike from the daemon.

Leona stepped out from the forest to shield Squire, Fealty gripped firmly in her other hand as she slashed at Atalanta. “SLAY!!!” The Daemon Primarch screamed as she hammered her blades against Leona’s shield. The Lioness kept her Daemon sister’s attention on her as she lead her further into the refinery, “HAS THE LIONESS LOST HER PRIDE TO FIGHT!!!” Atalanta roared, yet her rage and fury blinded her to Leona’s true intentions. “At least I haven’t devolved into a Dark God’s lapdog.” Leona goaded, adding further flames to the fires of rage. “I’LL CRUSH YOU JUST AS I CRUSHED THIS PLANET!!!” Atalanta screamed. Leona blocked, parried, or evaded the powerful blows, while managing to land several sword-strokes of her own. But the bloodshed of combat meant none of the Lioness’s attacks were mortal, as even with a powerful artifact like Fealty, Leona couldn’t permanently hurt Atalanta. Suddenly, several large bolts slammed into Atalanta’s back, causing the Daemon Primarch to turn around to see a strangely armored figure standing strong with a large looking rail gun.

Leona utilized this distraction, jumping onto Atalanta’s back before embedding Fealty straight through her daemon sister’s neck. Atalanta thrashed out even as more bolts thudded into her from the Marine, with Leona smashing the Empress’s shield into Atalanta’s face. The dazed Daemon Primarch still struggled, but Leona quickly smashed her shield straight through Atalanta’s neck, decapitating her daemonic sister. The headless daemon’s body froze before falling to the floor, yet her body still fumed and twitched in rage, with death not helping to stop her fury. Leona quickly retrieved her weapons before turning her attention to the strange Marine, though he was already tearing his own path of destruction through the hordes of bloodthirsty monstrosities. Azrael and Squire were surrounded by Sanguinary Guard and Deathwing Knights, the pair attending to Dante with an Apothecary as a Tempestus Scion clutched tightly to the Lord Commander’s hand. Dante clung desperately to her life as she refused to pass while her Pigeon was present. Leona ordered the remaining Marines and Guardsmen to maintain defensive positions before turning back to the other Marine.

A grenade stuck itself to a Khorne Berzerker’s face before detonating, shotgun shrapnel shredded cultist and daemon alike, and when more firepower was required, the Marine pulled out what could only be described as a big fucking gun to obliterate any of the hellish engines of destruction. Leona still couldn’t tell if he was friend or foe, but she could ask later as she joined the strange Marine in battle, Fealty scything through ceramite and flesh, while the Empress’s Shield deflected any blows back at the attacker. Without Atalanta’s presence and the unrelenting force of the Marine and the Lioness, the World Eater assault stalled, before breaking apart. Once the bloodthirsty horde dissipated, Leona turned her full attention to the Marine. “You…” the Lioness’s commanding voice found itself as she started questioning the man. The Marine slightly turned his head in Leona’s direction, indicating that he was listening. “Who are you?” Leona demanded, Featly twitching in her hand as she stood wearily of this possibly new foe.

The Marine fully turned in the Lioness’s direction, his large visor blurring his full face from Leona. Soon, his helmet’s vox crackled, and a familiar sounding voice spoke. “Glad to see my girl has finally grown up. You were still that lost little girl in the forest when I last saw you.” Leona paused. Little Girl? Lost in the Forest? How did he know something like that about her? “Who…Who are you? How do you know who I am?” Leona demanded again. The Marine stepped closer until he was stood in front of the Lioness while looking right up at her helmeted face. “The last words I said to you were ten thousand years ago. I had told you to shape up and quit being so childish.” The voice spoke again, taking Leona aback again. “As for your question. They call me Doom. But you…”, the Marine paused as his hands went up to his helmet before taking it off, revealing the last person Leona ever thought she’d see, “Knew me as father.” It couldn’t be. It was him…her father. Lover.

Leona’s helmet hid it, but the shock on her face was very much present as she looked at the unblemished features of her father. He looked no different than he did ten thousand years ago, with age not having affected his face or body. There was only one difference, and it was the killing instinct in his eyes mixed with the look of a man who’d fought through hell. Yet despite that, Leona could still see it as much as she could feel it. That same, fatherly, loving look Lover always had for his daughters, even when he was clearly upset by them. Leona couldn’t take it as she sank to her knees, discarding her helmet in the process before embracing her father. “I…I. I-I missed you!” Leona had been holding back her tears, but seeing her dad again after she’d been told he was lost in the breaking of her mother’s Webway broke the Lioness’s ability to remain her stalwart self. She clung to her father as if he might vanish without warning, never to be seen again. Lover felt surprised, as Leona had only ever told him ‘I love you, father’, or had given him a simple peck on his forehead. Never had she sank down to his height and hugged him.

Lover however, just smiled to himself before returning the embrace. “I missed you, too. My Little Lion.” The Doom Slayer responded as he let his daughter sob into his armor for a moment. But the Doom Marine was here for someone else, as he soon had to pull away from his daughter. “Leona, darling. There’s something I need to take care of.” Leona’s teary eyes look fearful of what Lover meant. “Wha…where are you going?” Leona asked. A portal opened behind Lover before a couple Bloodletters jumped out, only for the two Khornate daemons to have their faces smashed. Lover turned back to Leona with a steely look in his eye. “There’s Gonna Be Hell To Pay.” The Doom Slayer growled before placing his helmet back on. Leona soon understood what her father meant, and so stood back up, “Come back with her. She deserves to know peace.” Leona stated as she placed her helmet back on. Before Lover stepped through, he turned on last time, “Leona…” he spoke, getting the Lioness’s attention. “Don’t forget to visit your mother and sisters.” And without another word, Lover vanished through the portal.

On the other side, Lover stood in an Arena as the center of the Blood God’s Citadel, where the blood of numberless victims still stained the walls and ground. “Welcome. Mighty Doom.” A voice spoke in a quiet grumble. “YOU HAVE COME FOR YOUR DAUGHTER!!! HAVEN’T YOU!!!” The now unmistakable voice of the Blood God roared from atop his throne of skulls. Lover didn’t speak, but his silence gave Khorne his answer. “WELL…IF YOU WISH TO TAKE HER BACK!!! YOU CAN!!! ON ONE CONDITION…THAT YOU FIGHT HER!!!” Khorne roared out before the blood from the walls converged together, mingling and shaping until it bore a resemblance to a statue. Then the Blood Statue shed its red shell, and what stood before Lover…was his Daemonic daughter…Atalanta. Her weapons soon manifested into her hands as her gaze burned with barely restraining fury. Lover simply cramped two shells into his super shotgun, ready to face another of his daughters again. “As I had just said to another…There’s Gonna Be Hell To Pay.”

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This one’s running a bit long, and it feels like it’s been an eternity since I’ve posted another one of these. But the next part will pick up with an Arena pit fight between Atalanta and the Doom Slaying badass that is Lover. Also, once again, thank you to u/Prophet_XV for the pictures, and incase you didn’t know, the title of this post is a line from a Doom song called ‘Hell To Pay’ by Miracle of Sound. But until the next post, guys and gals.

u/DaGitman_JudeAsbury — 2 months ago