The grand chambers of Fulgrim’s bed chambers were as opulent as the man himself. Gold encrusted decorations littered the walls- paintings of the Phoenician greeted anyone who entered- gazing down at them with the same supercilious smile every time. His painted piercing eyes daring anyone who steps inside to try and take something, knowing they wouldn’t. At the end of the grand bedroom was a bed that any regular human would consider far too much. Wider then a tank and decked in fine deep purple silks and bedsheets with pillows so soft you could feel them with just a glance. If a person’s room was the view into their soul you could tell Fulgrim knew he was important, and flaunted it at any opportunity he could get.

And there, laying atop the mattress dressed in a beautiful hand made dressing gown of the finest satin with the most soft of furs; over the top of a deep purple onepiece lingere was the Lord of this grandiose room. Fulgrim was spread out like an angel, his silky white hair sprawled about beneath him framing his chiseled angular head like the finest portrait. The lazy smile you might find on a cat that had just been fed cream was plastered upon his thick lips, and his eyes were shut, simply bathing in his own opulence. As the doors of the room opened with a loud announcing groan they fluttered open, as though even a simple bodily function had to be delicate and precise. Stretching his lean muscled arms above his head he arched off of the bed for but a moment, before sitting up with a lazy yawn. “My love.” He didn’t need to speak up for it to echo down the halls and reach the woman standing there, even the air itself seemed to dance and bend to his will- allowing his speech to find whoever he needed it to.

“I have been waiting.” He muses, crawling forwards ever so slightly to sit at the end of the bed. He looks upon her for a moment,taking in every inch of the body he had claimed as his own only hours ago. The wedding had been beautiful, a large affair on Terra for the whole imperium to see. You had worn a glittering dress, and him his finest armour. Custom made just for the occasion and one he planned never to wear again to keep it just as it had been on that day. The choir had been perfect, every note portraying just how holy and sanctimonious this wedding was, how important he and now his wife was to the world. This wasn’t even including how much he had ensured was spent on the after party, only the most important members of society had been invited…and your parents of course. A few of his brothers had even attended, and his father had made a rare appearance to give a speech, Fulgrim gave a thin smile at the thought. Of course he had given up his time for him, he knew how much the public loved him- he was important. But now the party was over, and he had returned to his room to relax before his favorite part was to begin. The consummation.

“I hope the serfs were nice to you my pearl. Getting you out of that gown must have taken a while yes?” He smirks, knowing he had made sure it was as detailed as possible. He wanted anyone close to her to know how much wealth Fulgrim had put onto her. “Well…” he waves away any reply the woman might have been forming with a brief flick of his hand. “No matter, you are here now. That is all that is important to me. Now then my love..” he purrs, gesturing for her to approach. “Come to me.” He didn’t move, knowing she would do exactly as asked. Everyone always did for him.

The grand chambers of Fulgrim’s bed chambers were as opulent as the man himself. Gold encrusted decorations littered the walls- paintings of the Phoenician greeted anyone who entered- gazing down at them with the same supercilious smile every time. His painted piercing eyes daring anyone who steps inside to try and take something, knowing they wouldn’t. At the end of the grand bedroom was a bed that any regular human would consider far too much. Wider then a tank and decked in fine deep purple silks and bedsheets with pillows so soft you could feel them with just a glance. If a person’s room was the view into their soul you could tell Fulgrim knew he was important, and flaunted it at any opportunity he could get.

And there, laying atop the mattress dressed in a beautiful hand made dressing gown of the finest satin with the most soft of furs; over the top of a deep purple onepiece lingere was the Lord of this grandiose room. Fulgrim was spread out like an angel, his silky white hair sprawled about beneath him framing his chiseled angular head like the finest portrait. The lazy smile you might find on a cat that had just been fed cream was plastered upon his thick lips, and his eyes were shut, simply bathing in his own opulence. As the doors of the room opened with a loud announcing groan they fluttered open, as though even a simple bodily function had to be delicate and precise. Stretching his lean muscled arms above his head he arched off of the bed for but a moment, before sitting up with a lazy yawn. “My love.” He didn’t need to speak up for it to echo down the halls and reach the man standing there, even the air itself seemed to dance and bend to his will- allowing his speech to find whoever he needed it to.

“I have been waiting.” He muses, crawling forwards ever so slightly to sit at the end of the bed. He looks upon him for a moment,taking in every inch of the body he had claimed as his own only hours ago. The wedding had been beautiful, a large affair on Terra for the whole imperium to see. You had worn a glittering suit, and him his finest armour. Custom made just for the occasion and one he planned never to wear again to keep it just as it had been on that day. The choir had been perfect, every note portraying just how holy and sanctimonious this wedding was, how important he and now his husband were to the world. This wasn’t even including how much he had ensured was spent on the after party, only the most important members of society had been invited…and your parents of course. A few of his brothers had even attended, and his father had made a rare appearance to give a speech, Fulgrim gave a thin smile at the thought. Of course he had given up his time for him, he knew how much the public loved him- he was important. But now the party was over, and he had returned to his room to relax before his favorite part was to begin. The consummation.

“I hope the serfs were nice to you my pearl. Getting you out of that suit must have taken a while yes?” He smirks, knowing he had made sure it was as detailed as possible. He wanted anyone close to him to know how much wealth Fulgrim had put onto him. “Well…” he waves away any reply the other man might have been forming with a brief flick of his hand. “No matter, you are here now. That is all that is important to me. Now then my love..” he purrs, gesturing for him to approach. “Come to me.” He didn’t move, knowing he would do exactly as asked. Everyone always did for him.

The grand chambers of Fulgrim’s bed chambers were as opulent as the man himself. Gold encrusted decorations littered the walls- paintings of the Phoenician greeted anyone who entered- gazing down at them with the same supercilious smile every time. His painted piercing eyes daring anyone who steps inside to try and take something, knowing they wouldn’t. At the end of the grand bedroom was a bed that any regular human would consider far too much. Wider then a tank and decked in fine deep purple silks and bedsheets with pillows so soft you could feel them with just a glance. If a person’s room was the view into their soul you could tell Fulgrim knew he was important, and flaunted it at any opportunity he could get.

And there, laying atop the mattress dressed in a beautiful hand made dressing gown of the finest satin with the most soft of furs; over a deep purple onepiece lingere was the Lord of this grandiose room. Fulgrim was spread out like an angel, his silky white hair sprawled about beneath him framing his chiseled angular head like the finest portrait. The lazy smile you might find on a cat that had just been fed cream was plastered upon his thick lips, and his eyes were shut, simply bathing in his own opulence. As the doors of the room opened with a loud announcing groan they fluttered open, as though even a simple bodily function had to be delicate and precise. Stretching his lean muscled arms above his head he arched off of the bed for but a moment, before sitting up with a lazy yawn. “My love.” He didn’t need to speak up for it to echo down the halls and reach the person standing there, even the air itself seemed to dance and bend to his will- allowing his speech to find whoever he needed it to.

“I have been waiting.” He muses, crawling forwards ever so slightly to sit at the end of the bed. He looks upon them for a moment,taking in every inch of the body he had claimed as his own only hours ago. The wedding had been beautiful, a large affair on Terra for the whole imperium to see. You had worn a glittering outfit of pearls and gems, and him his finest armour. Custom made just for the occasion and one he planned never to wear again to keep it just as it had been on that day. The choir had been perfect, every note portraying just how holy and sanctimonious this wedding was, how important he and now his partner was to the world. This wasn’t even including how much he had ensured was spent on the after party, only the most important members of society had been invited…and your parents of course. A few of his brothers had even attended, and his father had made a rare appearance to give a speech, Fulgrim gave a thin smile at the thought. Of course he had given up his time for him, he knew how much the public loved him- he was important. But now the party was over, and he had returned to his room to relax before his favorite part was to begin. The consummation.

“I hope the serfs were nice to you my pearl. Getting you out of that piece of attire must have taken a while yes?” He smirks, knowing he had made sure it was as detailed as possible. He wanted anyone close to them to know how much wealth Fulgrim had put onto them. “Well…” he waves away any reply the other might have been forming with a brief flick of his hand. “No matter, you are here now. That is all that is important to me. Now then my love..” he purrs, gesturing for them to approach. “Come to me.” He didn’t move, knowing they would do exactly as asked. Everyone always did for him.