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Horus gasped and sighed beneath Abaddon. His First Captain and firstborn son was damp with sweat, back glistening and muscle beginning to cramp. Still, he would not disappoint his primarch. Hips rocking forward and back, forward and back. Horus's cunt was pliant around his cock, hot and wet. Abaddon didn't have enough force left in him to generate the obscene clap of skin on skin. He had spilled thrice already and he doubted he could achieve a fourth.
He couldn't lean up and kiss Horus, for he was far too tall to be reached while Ezekyle rutted between his thick thighs. Such things made him feel small and frail. A feeling no one could inspire in a man of Abaddon's size except a primarch.
"Are you getting tired, dear Ezekyle?"
It was an embarrassing thing to admit, but with those clever brown eyes watching him he couldn't lie. If he was not best suited for the task at hand, it was his duty to step aside for another to take his place. As if the other three weren't equally exhausted; laying in a pile of limbs on the other side of the bed. Only Little Horus remained perky, but Haster's hand rubbing his clit would end that soon. It was easy to have stamina when you need only lie back and take it. "Yes, my lord."
"What did we discuss about titles?"
"Apologies. Yes... mommy."
"Mm, good boy. If you needed help you should have asked."
With startling little effort Horus closed his thighs around Ezekyle's waist and flipped their positions. Horus ascended Ezekyle's body until his plush labia was hovering over Ezekyle's face. He was still out of breath, but this would be easier to give.
Ezekyle licked at his primarch's generous clit before taking it in his mouth and suckling.
Horus moaned and his palms thudded against the wall as he held himself upright.
Ezekyle couldn't see Horus's face over the softness of his stomach and chest. Fertile experience is written in every white stretchmark and blue vein. But he didn't need sight to know how Horus looked, jaw lax as his pleasure mounted.
Ezekyle sucked and kissed until cyprine and diluted cum gushed, running down his chin and throat.
The Warmaster finally sated.