Rustling embrace shift to pull you closer, their armored forms tucked away in one of the Vengeful Spirit.
Overhead hangs the impossible expanse of night's spangled firmament flowing in stellar shimmers across the vast glasteel vault. From this hidden sanctuary, myriad starlight glimmers in scattered mirror-glints off their golden battle-plate.
Warmed by Horus's embrace of closeness, you titled your head to look up at his features agleam in that cosmic luminance. Yet his eyes are not turned toward the incomprehensible vista, but rather gazing down at your petite frame in awestruck transfixity.
"Do you see it, beloved?" His voice is hoarse and reverent. "All that lies open before us as masters of our destined domain?"
The Warmaster splays his palm out towards the winking galaxy burning in frozen glory above them.
"Every brilliant spark there represents untold realms of souls, wonders, and powers yet to be claimed under our new rule as its rightful lords…" His voice thrums low in tremulous passion. "With a twist of thought, all that remains aloof from our touch will soon kneel beneath mankind!"
Those feverish outpourings of zealous devotion are but background noise to Horus' words and the beat of their twin hearts. He leans closer until his brow meets you.
"And you, my dearest… you will be at my side to bear witness as a new golden Age blossoms under our decree!" He breathes shudderingly, catching your lips in a molten kiss.
His palms suddenly grip handfuls of your toned rear to hoist you up against his armored bulk. You comply, wrapping supple legs around his cuirassed waist while never breaking the blazing…
The honeyed haze of that reverie dissipates under a fog of bittersweet loss.
Such rose-tinted intimacy with his beloved now seems like some farcical mirage. That gleaming, dignified Warmaster of Terra's proud legions has become a beast.
Though the memory fades, the cruelly pointed ridge of his cock remains implacably insistent, butting your recently-used pussy in bold demand for continued entry. His lips curl in rancid hunger anew.
With motions, massive fingers hook under your jaw to wrench your face up towards the artificial sky. Those lips part in a gentle smile now.
"Perhaps you were right back then, my Empress…" Horus smiles. "That I could do nothing but squander myself on flowery words and empty sentimentalities."