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Erda had known Neoth for a long time, and she had always been aware of his flaws and eccentricities. So impatient despite their longevity, despite having all the time in the universe. She understood why. Sometimes one had to work fast, but this was skirting the line. She already disliked the handling the Thunder Warriors, but Neoth assured her it was a necessary evil. They were only temporary, a stepping stone.
And a gruesome process they had been. Short-lived, terrible beasts. Erda felt nothing but pity for them. She would have left, but she felt obligated to see his vision through. She had been by his side since the first cities, stood by him even after others had left, and Terra fell to pieces. To leave now seemed wrong to her, even now. Erda pondered leaving after his unification wars were over. She would return to her birthplace and live out the rest of her days as a hermit, like so many had done before her. Yet Neoth had known her for just as long. He knew her too well, knew all the right things to say. He held her close, told she was important to his cause and the few who understood his vision. The praises and affection he gave her were always enough to make her consider staying longer, if only for a bit. Despite everything, he had his redeeming qualities.
One night, he comes to her, wearing his robes instead of his armor. He said he was aware he made mistakes while creating the Thunder Warriors. He said he would do it right this time, with her help. She asked how he expected to accomplish this, and he told her of the Primarch Project. Only a name, but no descriptions. Before she could question him, he shushed her, kissed her forehead, and urged her to stay for a single night to convince her. In the hours leading up to their meeting, she wondered if he meant what he said. It was rare for him to listen to anyone, but he lent an ear to her concerns in the past. Perhaps he was serious this time.
Like her, Neoth had his own places carved out for himself. One of many, it was an old place carved from rock, yet lavishly decorated. Brightly colored fabrics hung above them, a bed of silk pressed against the wall, tailored to his size, while the two of them sat at a large table. He sat across from her, a game board between them and wine at their sides.
Despite the somewhat lavish interior, it was painfully barren. Many had criticized Erda as ‘Sentimental’. Mostly Neoth. She disliked it, but she couldn’t deny it. She kept trinkets from old Terra, even carving out a home near her birthplace. Erda still remembered her family, her attempts at living a normal life. Those memories shaped her. She couldn’t afford to get close to mortals, so she watched from afar. She wanted to keep their memories and cultures in mind instead, something Neoth also criticized her for.
“Better to look to the future than to dwell on the past,” he said.
“You say that while naming your warriors after mythical heroes,” Erda replied. Neoth chuckled.
“There’s no need to call me Neoth anymore.” He begins, “That’s the name of a man long gone.”
“I prefer it to ‘The Emperor’. It’s more humble.”
He moves his piece across the board. Erda follows him. Neoth’s manner tonight was more personable than usual, but this was not an uncommon sight for Erda. Around her, he seemed more relaxed and friendly, much unlike the stoic yet charismatic warlord. Overtime, Erda observed he took on a different persona depending on who he was speaking to and what might best suit him. It was logical for diplomacy, though sometimes she always wondered about his true self. But Neoth had been consistently warm towards her. That hadn’t faltered in the thousands of years that she had known him.
“You didn’t tell me much about the Project.”
“Yes, I know. It’s a complicated matter.” He replies,
“I’m not so small-minded. What makes them different from the Thunder Warriors?”
“First, they would live longer.” Another clack, “They would be like us.”
“Perpetuals, you mean?”
He nods, smiling. “Exactly. They will be my generals, second only to myself in terms of power. I will need them to reclaim the scattered fragments of humanity.”
Erda pauses, considering his words. An uneasy feeling grew in the pit of her stomach. Neoth was already so powerful. So much stronger that she knew even she could not match up to him. More of him would be dangerous.
“And what else?”
“They will be the genetic templates for the Astartes. As long as the Primarchs remain, they will not succumb to mutations.”
“Your idea sounds promising. But, how do you plan to create these Primarchs? Creating other Perpetuals is not a simple task.”
“That is what I need you for.” He leans forward, hands clasped and fingers crossed in front of him. He was still smiling. “It’s simple to create life in a lab, but for this project, I need someone with gene-stock as rare as my own. Not only that, but your knowledge in genetics is crucial to ensuring they are unique, specialized to the task I need them for.”
“We’ve met so many men and women during these wars, I’m sure you could find just as many suited for this task.”
“No need to be so humble. You’ve watched the evolutionary process alongside me. You know as much as I do. With your guidance, humanity will achieve its true potential.”
Erda thumbs her game-piece, considering his offer. She followed Neoth all this time because he could do things she considered impossible. She told him her beliefs about humanity’s place in the universe. It was one of the first things they bonded over. She had seen what happened if one tried to tamper with nature, refusing to learn restraint and humility. Neoth had witnessed it too. Yet, he still created the Thunder Warriors. But if Neoth is patient this time, then perhaps they could perfect the process. But there was a nagging thought in the back of her mind.
“You mentioned you needed my gene-stock to create them. You mean to say they will be our children?” she studies his face for a hint of emotion.
“By definition, yes.”
“Doesn’t that disturb you? Creating life for war to conquer the galaxy?”
“It’s not what you assume.” He says quickly, “They will have their uses outside of war, there’s no need to worry.”
“I’m going to be a mother. I think should worry.”
Neoth’s smile flickers.
“For you, ‘Mother’ is a dangerous word.”
He didn’t need to explain what he meant.
Erda looks away, still thumbing her game piece. She gazes up at the colorful fabrics. The pit in her stomach felt worse now. Nothing about this sounded right. Claiming the stars would be no simple task, even for Perpetuals. Even for someone like Neoth. Would she be condemning them to death? A horrible fate of never ending war?
Neoth takes her hand in his. While lost in thought, he had moved closer, kneeling to her eye level.
“We’ve all made sacrifices. This will be one of them. It’s cruel, but you must detach yourself for the good of many. We’ve both seen this. I’ve made mistakes, I can attest to that. But with you by my side, we can shepherd humanity to its full potential.”
His voice was soft, reassuring in its sincerity. This was a side of Neoth he rarely showed anyone. Rarer to this be honest. She tried to search for something - anything in his expression that showed a lie. But there was none. How could she find flaws when he was so honest with her? Lost in his gaze, she found herself unable to see anything but the promise he offers her.
“Yes,” she says. Though her fears quickly came to the forefront. “But on one condition. We will not rush this.”
“That was always the plan.”
Neoth’s hand brushes her cheek, just under the strands of her hair. Erda leans into his touch, placing her hand over his. Erda closes her eyes as her mind clears and her body relaxed. His lips press against hers with a deliberate gentleness. His other hand touches her waist, lifting her onto his knee. Neoth pulls away, his breath hot on her lips as he moves to nibble at her neck. Erda recognizes this action, one he usually did when he was frisky.
“Oh, Neoth, now?” She grumbles. Erda didn’t mind sex, usually. They had enjoyed it often in their time together. But now it felt inappropriate, especially when they had other things to worry about.
“This is only a brief reprieve,” he says between breaths, kissing her collarbone. “And it’s been so long since I’ve seen you.”
The hand on her waist moves back to cup her rear, squeezing. Neoth nuzzles her shoulder, murmuring words of praise. Erda sighs, holding his head as he continues to kiss and nip at her skin. Sex would be a pleasant reprieve.
“Alright, alright. Let’s enjoy ourselves for a while.”
Neoth lifts her into his arms, sitting down in her place. He sets her down on his lap, back to his chest. He sucks at her neck, murmuring her name between breaths. His hand finds the clasp of her thob, letting her breasts free. Her thob had kept her modestly shrouded, hiding an ample chest underneath, something she took a bit of pride in. Neoth cups her soft breast, rubbing circles around her nipple. She hums with approval, biting her lip. His hand travels down, slipping between her thighs. She took a deep breath, composing herself as Neoth continues to tease her.
The coarse flesh of his hand wiggles between her legs, fingers dipping into her already moistening slit. A sigh leaves her mouth when he presses against her clit. His strokes are slow at first, dipping to lubricate himself in her heat, then returning to rub more vigorously. As his hand squeezed her breast, his other dips inside her, fingers curling upwards. Erda’s breath hitches, her body tensing and toes curling as an intense warmth grows inside. Her mouth fell open to moan, her hips moving against his hand. Neoth continues kissing her neck, the hand at her breast now pinching her nipple and sending pinpricks of pleasure throughout her body. Biting her lip, Erda grabs his arm for support, body trembling in anticipation. All it takes is a single circular motion, and she unravels. Her body jerks, whimpering his name as her orgasm washes over her.
She sinks down, sweating and chest heaving. Neoth kisses her forehead, listing her into his arms. Only two steps before he places her on a bed of silk, shuffling off their clothes. Neoth leans over her. His body, golden-tan like a bronze statue, muscles sculpted like a man from marble, still amazed her after all this time. Erda reaches out, tracing faint scars from countless battles over his pecs. She recognized many, remembering their battles and the faces of those who inflicted them. Her eyes travel down until she sees his half-erect manhood. Even flaccid, his size was impressive, only rivaled by the size of his testicles.
Neoth’s hand brushes her chin, bringing her up for a kiss. She places her hands on his chest, pushing light enough to signal for him to lie on his back. Neoth wraps a massive arm around her waist, flopping down on his back. Erda broke away, brushing her white hair out of her eyes as she gazed down at his handsome face. So perfectly sculpted, so only he could be.
She moves down his torso, kissing down his body. While Erda was not small by any means, Neoth absolutely dwarfed her. Not helped by how her hands seemed dainty compared to the sheer girth of his cock. Grasping his shaft with one hand, she pumps him slowly, her other hand tracing his cockhead. Neoth hums low in his throat, eyes closed and a contented smile on his lips. Erda picked up her pace, hearing sighs escaping his lips. A bead of precum dribbles from his slit. Erda leans forward, kisses the tip of his shaft, and pushes him past her lips.
“Oh, Erda,” Neoth moans, head lolling back as Erda works her mouth.
Her tongue massages his frenulum, earning her another lovely moan. She bobs her head up and down, her free hand twisting down his shaft. His hand touches her head, holding her in place.
Neoth’s hips buck, trembling in pleasure as she works him to climax. She tastes his bittersweet precum, shuddering in anticipation. Erda pushes herself further down, until her lips reach the base of his cock, moaning. Neoth grunts, hips jerking. His hand finds her head, his touch gentle as he holds her in place. Fervently, he thrusts into her, his breath coming in short pants until he finally unravels in her mouth.
Erda jerks away, his seed hitting her, some hitting her lips. She sputters, but licks it up all the same. Neoth sits up, hand touching her cheek.
“I meant to warn you.” He whispers. Erda smiles, wiping her face of his excess seed.
“It’s fine,” she murmurs. Neoth smiles back, but she could still upset him. He leans down to kiss her once, before scooping her into his arms and laying her out on the bed.
Through half-lidded eyes, Erda watches him as he leans down to kiss. He stops at her waist, kissing her navel before hooking his hands under her thighs. He spread her legs, dipping to press his mouth to her slit. Erda sighs, biting her lip as he teases her by lightly dragging his tongue over her folds. He sucks her clit, drawing out little moans from her with every stroke. Absently, she reaches down to pull at his black hair, mewling words of encouragement. Neoth held the small of her back, lifting her so he could dip his head lower. Erda threw back her head, back arching and nearly crying as her climax built. Her hands grasped at the thin cloth beneath her, rolling her hips into his tongue as she sought for release.
“Neoth!” she cries, thighs clenching around his head. He continues, sucking at her clit even as she thrashed and screamed around his tongue. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths, still moaning as she came down from her high. Her body sank into the silks, sweat at her forehead.
Meanwhile, Neoth breaks away from her mound, kissing her thighs. Nipping at her sensitive flesh, he travels up and down her thigh. From her knee to where her legs met her torso, even moving up to kiss her stomach. Erda opens her eye, gazing down at him from between the valley of her breasts. Her hand touches his hair, curling strands around her fingertips. Neoth looks up at her, smiling, and dips his head again. He hooks his hands under her thighs, lifting her eyes.
“Oh, Neoth, you don’t need to… “ Moans overtake her next words. His tongue is on her slit again, continuing where he left off. Sucking and licking at her flesh, holding her legs up with a single hand. He hums, eating her out with the intensity of a starving man. Knowing Neoth, he must’ve been craving this.
Her legs tremble with another climax, and another, until she can’t figure out where building begins and climax ends. Her head thrashes wildly, biting her tongue to keep herself from screaming.
“Neoth, please!” She begs, tugging his hair,
“Erda,” he moans, “I’ve forgotten how good you taste.”
Burying his face between her legs, he gives her one final long lick before he sits up. He grasps his cock, guiding his prick to her entrance. Relieved, she sighs. Just the tip made her body ache with yearning. Leaning over her, he takes her hands in his. Kissing her as he drew his hips back and thrust in.
The first thrust elicits a slight yelp from her. Neoth sighs, setting a steady pace as he held her hands tight. Erda sighs, pushing against his grip to push back into him, meeting his thrusts. Erda lifts her legs, wrapping them around his waist and squeezing with every thrust forward. Neoth presses his body close, chest against hers, friction building with every thrust. She feels a warmth grow within her, growing hotter with every sweet thrust. Her legs grip him, face flushed as her body burns and explodes, clenching around Neoth. She hears him roar, gripping her close as he drives into her core, filling her with his heat.
Their bodies slack. Sweating, panting, twitching from their intense union. Erda wipes her hair out of her eyes, looking down at Neoth. His face is nestled in her breasts, hot breath on her skin. She gulps, letting her arm fall to her side.
Not much later, Neoth picks himself up. He cupped her cheek in his hand, kissing her forehead. He leans down, nibbling at her neck, his breath hot.
“Erda,” he moans into her ear, hands moving to hook under her thighs, “Let me breed you.”
“What?“ Erda gasps, confused. Neoth continues kissing her neck, moaning. She attempts to sit up, elbows at her side. “We’re starting now? I-I assumed you meant in the labs-”
“It’s as good as time as any,” he says, dipping his head to suck her breast. Erda gasps, covering her mouth.
“I suppose, but it’s still… early.”
“Would you like me to convince you?” he asks, lifting her thighs.
“If you have a convincing argument, I’d like to hear it.” She says, mostly as a joke. He responds by pinning her legs down with his weight and plunging inside her, deeper than he had ever been . She screams , legs trembling under the weight of her lover as he continues to thrust into her, letting gravity do the work. Completely prone, Erda couldn’t so much in the way of moving, but she loved it. To be at the mercy of another as he took his pleasure from her, delving deeper and deeper.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she sang his praises and begged for more. She wanted him to fill her with his seed and do it again. She wanted every part of him and for him to take every part of her. An exchange of total intimacy.
“Erda, Erda, Erda,” he moans, nipping her neck. His arms snake around her back, hugging her close as his thrusts grew more desperate. The sound of flesh and moans fills the room, growing to a higher pitch when Neoth makes his final plunge and fills her again, trembling. Just the feeling of Neoth coming inside was enough to send her over the edge, her body clenching around him in her own intense climax. Her moans come out as shaking whimpers, quivering under his body,
Neoth releases her, pulling out with a flood of seed. Kissing her, he lifts her into his arms, hand tangled in her hair. Erda’s eyes flutter open, wrapping her arms around his head. She moans his name between kisses, nuzzling his cheek. Meanwhile, Neoth’s free hand held her back, lowering her onto his cock. Erda gasps when she feels it again, his seed still dripping. He slips inside, rocking into her.
She moans his name, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her body slacks, swaying with every soft jerk of his hips. Neoth’s body fit her so well. Sometimes she wondered if he had changed it to suit his partners. One particular spot hits her just right, making her gasp. Erda threw her body forward, hugging him close as he continued to hit that spot. Her moans grew sharper with each thrust until she trembles in the intensity of orgasm again. He fills her not much later, his own body trembling and filling her for a third time.
Her head lolls back, panting. Neoth sets her down, turning her so her back rests on his chest. He nuzzled his chin into her shoulder, hand snaking up to grab her breast. Kissing her, kneading her, murmuring her name as he grinds against her. Erda’s eyes flutter open, breathing softly as Neoth positions her.
“Again?” she croaks wearily, but not protesting. Erda grips his arm for support as she feels him slip back inside. Looking down, she can see his excess seed being pushed out. “How many more do you want?”
“Seventeen…” he moans, pushing his hips, “I want twenty sons…”
“What? Twen-?”
Erda cries out with another sharp thrust, unprepared for how quickly he bottoms out. Neoth held her close, grunting as he took her once again. She grit her teeth, nails digging into his skin as he pounds her from behind. Heat blooms within her, growing hotter with every plunge. Erda pants, moving to wrap her arm around Neoth’s neck, pulling him closer to her as her body tightens around him once again. Her vision goes white, dimly aware of Neoth coming inside her again.
Her body slumps to the bed. Neoth kisses her sweaty cheek, hand running under to cup her breast. The other squeezes her hand. He presses his chest to her back, slipping back in and continuing his thrusts. Erda long lost track of time, only aware of her blissful ecstasy. Erda whispers, sometimes screams his name, clutching his hand tight as climax rips through her again and again. All she could hear was the slap of skin against skin, her own panting, and Neoth’s grunts. Neoth whispers in her ear, murmuring her name or counting down with each pulse. Hugging her tight, he grunts the final number, her back arching as he fills her with his seed. The only noise that escaped her lips was a weak moan. Her body slacks, going limp in his grasp.
She’s gently laid down on the bed of silks. Her body feels heavy, her hair a mess, muscles aching and sweating like mad. Erda moves to wipe her forehead, barely mustering the strength. Neoth lays down next to her, bed creaking under his weight. His arm wraps around her, pulling her to his chest. Drowsiness overtakes her, her face sinking into the valley between his pecs.
“Neoth…?” she croaks, struggling to lift her head.
“I’m right here.”
“If you want children, we don’t… have to do it all at once…”