Chapter 82(orphan)

Captain Francis Milat of the Angels of Brutality 3rd company was frustrated on the bridge of his strike cruiser, as he deliberately ignored yet another astropathic message, no doubt the Night Lords demanding yet again to know the status of their kidnapped women.

The truth was that the ship containing the hostages had completely disappeared without a trace, and Captain Milat still had no idea what had happened to it.

Captain Milat turned to address Librarian Ted Dahmer of the Angels of Brutality Librarium contingent, not expecting any news but still willing to ask if he had anything.

"Tell me your librarians have found something," Captain Milat pressed hopefully.

"Alas we have no firm idea of the ship's location, it is possible that it is merely lost somewhere in the warp Brother-Captain," Librarian Ted Dahmer replied apologetically.

"I know it's POSSIBLE Brother-Librarian! But we have had no astropathic reply in all this time! The Night Lords will EVENTUALLY get suspicious and become disobedient, that is CERTAIN! I want answers!" Captain Milat snapped aggressively.

"Yes Brother-Captain"

Captain Milat angrily stormed the bridge, demanding updates from various underlings, this situation was causing a major stumbling block in his plans.

"Brother-Captain, the Night Lords again demand Astropathic contact, they threaten hostility if we delay them any further," tactical marine Brother Jeffery Bundy warned him.

"Damnation! Very well I will stall them myself! Keep looking for that lost ship!" Captain Milat cursed.

Captain Milat strode angrily into an astropathic choir section of the open bridge deck, and stood in front of a communication cogitator wired into the astropaths' heads.

"Start a transmission to the Nightmare Asylum bridge!" Captain Milat snarled at the astropaths.

The cogitator screen in front of him flickered to life, but showed nothing, the heretics not having activated their own reply transmission yet.

"Heretic scum! This is Captain Milat, reply to me at once!" Captain Milat roared at them.

There was a long pause...

The cogitator flickered up an image feed, showing one of the harlots who passed for the bridge staff on the Nightmare Asylum.

"This is the Nightmare Asylum," the harlot replied quickly.

"I want you to continue on towards Nocturne AT ONCE! Do not test my patience anymore!" Captain Milat intimidated the heretic.

"We have reason to believe that you no longer possess our kidnapped women..." The woman replied suspiciously.

"You listen to me you little bitch, we have your precious Wendy Sevenson right here with us and we will SHOOT her if you try my patience any further! I don't give a damn about your protests!" Captain Milat shouted at her.

"I think that you are bluffing, you don't have Wendy at all!" The heretic called his bluff.

"Are you RETARDED?! Why the hell would you doubt that I have Wendy Sevenson you snivelling whore!" Captain Milat cursed her.

"Because Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson is currently standing right next to me..." The heretic woman replied coldly.

Captain Milat was completely stopped in his tracks by this statement.

The camera panned to one side on the heretic's end, and the unmistakable face of Wendy Sevenson came into view...

"Hi," Wendy said cheekily, giving a little wave.

"How..." Captain Milat said in wonder.

"Your ship is destroyed, all our women are liberated. Every last marine and chapter serf was killed. You LOSE!" Wendy taunted him.

"I don't believe you!" Captain Milat stated flatly.

"The heads are being sent back to your chapter home world Brutalus Prime through the Eldar web way as we speak, they will arrive shortly, along with a little thermonuclear gift from us," Wendy purred cruelly.

"I don't believe you," Captain Milat insisted.

"You don't have to believe me, do whatever you like," Wendy dismissed.

"This is a ploy to get your treasures back," Captain Milat accused.

"Blessed Slaanesh has decided that he doesn't actually WANT that treasure back, you Angels of Brutality and Marines Malevolent are doing SUCH a good job of hurting the Imperium from within that Slaanesh approves! Put that treasure to good use, our gift to you. It won't be all THAT expensive to rebuild your home world after the nukes arrive..." Wendy laughed and simply hung up on him!

"Wendy?!" Captain Milat roared at the blank screen.

"Reestablish communications at ONCE!" Captain Milat roared at the astropaths.

"They are simply ignoring our communications my lord," the astropaths whimpered.

"Keep trying!" Captain Milat ordered.

Long hours then passed with no response to the attempts, the heretics were completely ignoring them!

They got no further reply...

***...

Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson chuckled, as she stood on the bridge of the Nightmare Asylum and watched the footage of the planet Brutalus Prime, home world of the Angels of Brutality, being annihilated on 50 percent of it's surface by a thermonuclear payload delivered from the Talon Cyriix frigate.

Wendy had very deliberately ensured that the planet would survive, well SOME of it at least, as the Angels of Brutality were extremely valuable to Chaos because of the Imperial casualties they routinely caused. They were more valuable alive than dead, so alive they would remain, well 50 percent alive at least...

The planet Brutalus Prime would rebuild and recover in time, they had merely been taught not to fuck with the Sevenson's ever again! The tortured heads of the marines and chapter serfs from the Marines Malevolent ship had been collected by the Dark Eldar, and now floated in orbit around Brutalus Prime to taunt them.

It was just so SATISFYING!

"How many innocent Imperial civilians lived on Brutalus Prime?," Franklin asked very loudly.

Wendy frowned, TRUST Franklin to find a way of raining on her parade!

"There is no such thing as innocence, only degrees of guilt," Wendy replied snarkily.

"How many!" Franklin pressed firmly.

"You don't want to know how many, it WAS heavily populated," Wendy snapped bluntly.

"It "was" heavily populated?," Franklin exclaimed.

"It is now rather "less" heavily populated I presume," Wendy quipped irritably.

"You MONSTER!" Franklin snarled with savage outrage.

"I didn't see YOU complaining about Lavender Furnace you fucking hypocrite! Take your genocide double standards and just fuck off! Get off my bridge at once!" Wendy yelled at him angrily.

Franklin paused for a long moment, and then stormed off the bridge as instructed.

Wendy tutted in annoyance, but quickly cheered up watching repeats of Brutalus Prime erupting in thermonuclear flashes. After everything she had been through it was just so UTTERLY satisfying to watch the home world get annihilated like that!

Wendy watched the footage over 15 times before she finally got bored, just SO good!

Wendy stretched where she sat on her crawling naked slut chair, finally back at work after her long absence. Before her cowered a multitude of nervous submissive bridge sluts.

Wendy pulled the tightly coiled brand new daemon whip "Torment" from her dominatrix belt, moaning orgasmically from the horrific agony it caused her hand, and held it up for all the sluts to see.

The sluts all gulped in utter terror, and grovelled down before her in complete subservience.

Wendy sensuously unfurled Torment to full length, and looked carefully at her sluts, deciding who to flog for fun.

The sluts currently wore a mix of two different clothes, about half still wore brightly coloured bikinis, while the other half had returned to wearing provocative dominatrix outfits with strategic areas of skin left bare for the whip.

Wendy decided that she didn't need to flog just ONE of her sluts, and instead flogged ALL of her sluts, letting each taste the absolute agony of Torment's lick against their bare skin.

"Stop crying sluts!" Wendy arrogantly commanded the weeping sluts at the end, and shouted abuse at them to get started on their duties.

"Slut! Get me the reports from my entire absence, yes ALL of them Slut!" Wendy shouted at a grovelling terrified slut, flogging her just to make her scream.

Wendy then got up off her human chair and started pulling sluts by the hair and slapping them around as she forced them to work harder.

"The reports are on your cogitator now Mistress!" The slut from before whimpered.

Wendy arrogantly kissed the woman in thanks before pulling her by the hair to drag her down between Wendy's legs as she sat back down, with the laptop cogitator now in hand.

Wendy holstered Torment's handle inside the pussy of her screaming human chair, and rested her laptop cogitator on the head of the other slut as she fearfully gave Wendy oral.

Wendy moaned from the slut's mouth on her exalted cunt, and very rapidly read through the last few months of reports.

"What the hell did Liling do to my ship?! These reports are an absolute shambles!" Wendy complained as she read through all the appalling mismanagement!

Wendy hissed in annoyance as she got up to speed with everything Liling had been up to as commander of the Nightmare Asylum, the level of inefficiency and wasted resources was utterly scandalous.

"Never send a medical doctor to do an administrative bureaucrat's job, what an utter mess!" Wendy tutted to herself.

Wendy immediately got to work trying to undo months of terrible administrative mismanagement, no small feat, salvaging everything she could.

"Gave yourself a 900 percent pay rise huh Liling?," Wendy noted exasperatedly.

"Well I guess the Apothecarion DID need more resources allocated, but THIS is just ridiculous!" Wendy tutted in annoyance at another change she noticed.

Wendy face palmed in annoyance as she found yet more evidence of Liling's blatant political corruption to financially enrich herself during Wendy's absence, did Liling really think that the Matriarch didn't AUDIT her domains and holdings!

Wendy voxed Liling immediately on her portable vox phone she kept tucked away inside her cleavage.

"Yes?, This is Mum's phone," Cheng Sevenson answered the call.

"This is Wendy, I need to talk to your mother," Wendy told the child.

"Ah Mistress Wendy! I LOVED that torture date with you and Mistress Octavia the other night! Can I please have another one soon?, I didn't get to cum," Cheng said excitedly.

"I am too busy with my upcoming wedding to Adolf in my spare time until at least after the wedding in a few days time," Wendy gently told the child.

"Aw... Well is Mistress Octavia busy too?," Cheng asked hopefully.

"Isn't Octavia visiting right now?," Wendy asked in confusion.

"Oh yeah! I will ask her now!" Cheng exclaimed and ran off leaving the vox off the hook.

"Cheng?," Wendy asked, but heard only background noise through the vox.

Wendy hung up and called again, hoping to get to talk to Liling this time.

The vox wasn't answered on the other end...

Wendy tried voxing Octavia instead.

"Cheng I have to answer the vox! Hello?," Octavia's voice answered.

"Hello my darling it's Wendy," Wendy began.

"Greetings my love, (Cheng I am talking on the vox), (CHENG!)," Octavia replied distractedly.

"I need to talk to Liling, can you put her on the vox my darling?," Wendy requested lovingly.

"She is sleeping I think?, (Cheng don't make me punish you!), Liling said she didn't want to be woken up," Octavia replied.

"Send Cheng to the bridge to see me, I will punish him myself," Wendy directed Octavia.

"Gladly! (Cheng I order you to go to the bridge right now and visit Wendy, she wants to punish you right now!)" Octavia ordered sternly.

"He is on his way," Octavia said cheerfully.

"Send Augusta with him! The convicts will rape him otherwise!" Wendy shouted urgently.

Wendy sighed in exasperation at Octavia's lack of common sense as Octavia loudly ordered Augusta to follow before Cheng could get abducted, Octavia REALLY wasn't very smart sometimes even without the brain surgery!

"Ok Wendy it is ok now, Augusta is with him, (oh hello convicts, what are you doing in here...)" Octavia trailed off!

"Octavia?! BRIDGE SLUTS! Send a squad of space marines to Liling's quarters AT ONCE!" Wendy screamed.

The next few minutes were rather tense as Wendy listened to Octavia's loud sex noises in the background through the vox...

Sounds of outraged Night Lord voices and terrible violence then filled the vox...

"The women and children are secured, but Cheng Sevenson wasn't found," a harsh Night Lord voice reported to Wendy through Octavia's personal vox.

"Oh thank Slaanesh! Yes I know Cheng isn't there, he is currently with Augusta on his way to me," Wendy sighed in relief.

"Mistress Octavia was raped, the other persons in the chief apothecary's quarters were spared," the marine reported matter of factly.

"(It wasn't rape, I liked it)", Octavia said loudly in the background like a complete whore.

"Is Liling awake now?," Wendy asked.

"(MISTRESS LILING ARE YOU AWAKE?)," the Night Lord bellowed far too loudly.

Wendy cringed in awkwardness as the sound of a newborn crying filled the background!

"Yes Mother-in-law?! What is the emergency?," Liling answered blearily, sounding utterly exhausted.

"Oh for Slaanesh's sake why must I deal with all these idiots?! No Liling it was never an "emergency", the marines are just fucking morons. I called to talk about a number of rather serious... Financial, "irregularities" in the paperwork over the past few months..." Wendy explained tactfully.

"I don't want to talk about this sort of crap NOW, I have barely slept at all since giving birth!" Liling snapped grouchily.

"Very well... But SOON we will talk about this," Wendy allowed darkly.

"Agreed..." Liling agreed and abruptly ended the conversation.

Wendy nodded darkly and put away her vox, feeling rather pissed off by this stage.

It was probably not the best moment for Cheng to arrive, but arrive right then he did, accompanied by his father Augusta.

Wendy angrily brandished up her whip. Cheng was in for a WORLD of hurt...

***...

Cheng's underpants were SOAKED with cum as he sobbed and grovelled shirtless before Mistress Wendy on the hard metal floor of the bridge, by Slaanesh her daemon whip was PAINFUL!

"Is this ENOUGH of a "torture date" for you?, HUH?!" Mistress Wendy shouted at him, cracking her terrible whip in the air.

Cheng nodded frantically in agonised terror, fearing her whip more than he had ever feared anything else before!

"I think you need MORE torture!" Mistress Wendy snarled and flogged him with the horrifying Torment!

Cheng screamed at maximum volume as every pain receptor in his bare skin exploded into absolute agony from the touch of the whip!

Torment struck him again with a deafening CRACK, and Cheng flinched nearly out of his skin from the stabbing burning PAIN it forced upon him!

Cheng ejaculated HARD from the agony, having another spontaneous orgasm, the pain so extreme that it made him cum himself in masochistic arousal.

Cheng moaned in powerful orgasm, his underpants now overflowing, and grovelled in submissive worship of this intoxicating cruel Sevenson dominatrix, loving her utterly.

The whip struck again, and the pain was so TERRIBLE that he vomited all over the floor!

"Lick up that sick RIGHT NOW Cheng! Swallow ALL of it till MY floor is clean!" Mistress Wendy shouted severely.

Cheng was as slavishly submissive as any other Sevenson male, and had absolutely no choice but to obey! Oh Slaanesh PLEASE NOT THAT!

The reeking puddle of vomit STANK the way only puke can, as he was wretchedly forced to LICK it up!

Oh Slaanesh this was HORRIBLE!

Cheng sobbed hard as he SWALLOWED the vile pungent tangy vomit, feeling it go down his throat to his already sick stomach!

Torment struck his back again, and he convulsively puked it all back up again!

"Lick it up AGAIN! I don't care if it takes all day, you WILL clean my exalted floor!" Mistress Wendy demanded strictly.

Cheng ejaculated in another intense orgasm from the sheer suffering from this horrific task, getting off on it despite how much it disgusted him.

Oh Slaanesh this was SO good!

"I have other sluts to beat, keep licking my floor!" Mistress Wendy commanded and turned her attention to torturing other people.

Cheng sobbed in intense revulsion as he carefully licked up and swallowed every last drop of detestable pungent strong tasting VOMIT, completely wretched but hard as hell despite it, so INTENSELY turned on by this merciless dominatrix.

Cheng licked the floor clean three times just to be sure, and then grovelled down on the floor before Mistress Wendy in complete submissive worship.

Mistress Wendy was currently making other Mistresses weep in agony from her terrifying whip, dominantly degrading them and beating them up, as the Mistresses cowered before her in submission.

Mistress Wendy then turned and inspected the floor.

"Adequate," Mistress Wendy dismissed arrogantly and trampled Cheng under her brutal steel tipped high heels, walking on him like a doormat, pressing her entire weight down into him.

Cheng orgasmed blissfully from the pain of being trampled, and Mistress Wendy sat back down on her naked woman chair.

Mistress Wendy slipped aside her own G string and inserted the handle of Torment deep inside her OWN pussy like a holster!

Mistress Wendy moaned deafeningly loudly in orgasmic pleasure from her obvious hellish agony, and simply LEFT Torment resting inside her!

Cheng was very impressed, the bridge mistresses all impressed too, Mistress Wendy was AMAZING!

Mistress Wendy toyed with the long coil of Torment that now protruded out of her pussy, and sadistically draped this coiled distorted length all over the bare shoulders of her naked chair.

The naked chair SHRIEKED, piercingly shrieked in the very agony of hell itself!

Cheng was amazed when the chair didn't break discipline to move, merely submissively remaining still as she screamed in soul numbing pain.

"Are you ok Second Cousin Zoe?," Cheng asked the screaming chair.

"That's MISTRESS Zoe to YOU!" The chair dominantly chastised him through her own screams.

"Yes Mistress Zoe, are you ok?," Cheng asked in concern.

"Yes, I LOVE my job! I worked my butt off to earn this position!" The chair screamed proudly in agony.

Mistress Wendy smiled cruelly and slipped a hand between the legs of Mistress Zoe (AKA "the chair"), and brazenly fingered the shrieking woman.

Cheng got terribly aroused at this sight, and started to really notice Mistress Zoe in a sexual way.

Mistress Zoe was a natural brunette, but she was constantly dyeing her hair different colours, her long straight well groomed hair currently a bright fluorescent red in colour. She was of European ethnicity, the same elegant mixture of Wsuian Slavic and Pretorian Anglo that most Sevenson's were, with a cosmetic surgery enhanced face and body, full perfect breasts hanging down submissively under her chest for all to see, holding perfectly still on her hands and knees for the pleasure and comfort of Mistress Wendy.

"Are you currently single Mistress Zoe?," Cheng asked hopefully.

"Yes I am a widow, what's it to you?," Mistress Zoe replied arrogantly.

"Would you please go on a torture date with me?," Cheng asked hopefully.

"I will GLADLY torture you tonight you little shit," Mistress Zoe sneered cruelly.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH MISTRESS ZOE!" Cheng exclaimed excitedly.

"He is only eleven..." Mistress Wendy quietly informed Mistress Zoe.

"Oh... Thank you for warning me Mistress Wendy. I won't have sex with the little jail bait," Mistress Zoe said disappointedly through her screams of agony.

Cheng gasped in frustration!

"Why is my age such a problem Mistresses?," Cheng asked desperately.

"You are ELEVEN!" Mistress Zoe snapped.

"Please Mistress, I will be twelve very soon," Cheng submissively implored her.

"No sex," Mistress Zoe insisted firmly.

"Yes Mistress Zoe," Cheng obeyed sadly.

"Cocky little shit, aren't you," Mistress Wendy dominantly sneered at Cheng.

"Yes Mistress Wendy," Cheng obediently insulted himself.

Mistress Wendy merely shook her head in amusement and resumed brutally dominating her subordinates.

***...

Chaos Raptor Augusta Antony Sevenson was strangely proud of his eldest son Cheng as he dropped him off at yet another torture date, what a little womaniser!

The kid didn't even have a gene seed yet but was SUCCESSFULLY courting full grown gorgeous women, what a champion! Augusta couldn't be prouder.

Augusta's own first torture date had (,unsurprisingly,) been with Liling when they were even younger than Cheng was now, for as long as Augusta could remember it had just been Liling Liling Liling all day every day, whether fucking her or just playing children's games with her, he had known Liling forever.

Augusta sometimes regretted that he hadn't been able to try his luck courting women at Cheng's age, he had been too busy fucking Liling, or Mandy... Or Tim...

Augusta had had a wild childhood with Liling, she followed him around like a shadow, a shadow that he got to have sex with, the best kind of shadow to be followed by. It was, frankly speaking, a miracle that Liling had ONLY been a mid teenager when she got pregnant with Cheng, she could have EASILY gotten pregnant far earlier than that.

Liling was fantastic, the dream wife of any extreme masochist, but Augusta still sometimes wondered what else he had been missing out on. Well now Augusta could live vicariously through his son Cheng.

Augusta grinned proudly as he walked home from dropping off Cheng at Zoe's door, Zoe Sevenson was um, the daughter of the daughter of Dad's sister?, Augusta wasn't completely sure, he had SO many relatives on his father's side, the Sevensons bred like vermin.

Augusta shrugged, what mattered was that his son was getting a whole lot of girls, what a little legend.

The Nightmare Asylum was currently slightly less crowded than usual, still desperately overcrowded by any measure, but a "bit" less crowded now. With both the Talon Cyriix frigate and web way gate operational, convicts were leaving the Nightmare Asylum by the hundreds of thousands for the relative space of the endless Low Commorragh slums.

The Ebony Stiletto kabal was massively expanding it's territories and power base, and desperately needed the additional manpower these convicts provided, mostly for garrisoning the vast new territories with armed men.

Mummy Wendy was planning on using the galaxy spanning web way system to get the Nightmare Asylum home much faster than warp travel, but she needed to do a few things first. Not much longer now and they would be home sweet home.

Augusta was happy as he returned to his home, but became less happy to hear the crying of his newborn son the moment he entered the front door.

(Wah Wah)

"Daddy!" The other children squealed and mobbed his legs in a happy scrum.

"HUSBAND! I need to sleep! YOU mind this crying little brat!" Liling's voice shouted, sounding half insane from sleep deprivation.

"Yes Mistress Liling," Augusta replied automatically and gently waded through his children towards the bedroom.

Augusta entered his bedroom to see Liling topless trying unsuccessfully to suckle the screaming baby.

"What the fuck do you WANT?!" Liling snarled at the crying baby, with her face demonically distorted.

Augusta quickly retrieved his newborn baby before Liling could turn violent towards it, and carried it away out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

The baby still didn't have a name, and was bawling unstoppably for reasons completely unknown to Augusta. Augusta was currently wearing his raptor power armour, and cradling the infant in his hard armoured arms.

"Hold your brother for a moment," Augusta told his eldest daughter Mei-Yin, and handed the baby over to her.

Augusta then quickly visited his armour removal tools and stripped naked out of his power armour, and returned to collect the baby.

Mei-Yin and the other children giggled immaturely at the sight of Augusta's penis, so he quickly put on some pants, and then walked slowly through the home, cradling the screaming baby soothingly to try to calm it down.

It was currently "witching hour", that time of the early evening when all babies are prone to bawling for no reason like this. It was exasperating but babies will be babies, even Sevenson babies.

Augusta swung the baby gently around in a rocking motion, having a lot of experience from having so many kids. The baby seemed to prefer his bare arms and chest to the hard power armour, and calmed slightly.

The kids watched in interest as Augusta managed to quiet the crying completely over the course of several minutes, until the baby was completely calm.

Augusta gazed down intently at his newborn son, he was so tiny at this young age.

The unnamed baby was unquestionably Augusta's son, he could tell just from the facial features. The baby had some of the distinctive facial characteristics of a descendant of the Antony tribe of Harold's reach, of which Augusta's mother Octavia was the only living original member remaining. Augusta had inherited some of the tribal facial features from Octavia and was the only man alive who could have fathered this particular child.

As well as Antony tribe features, the baby was an obvious Sevenson, with the distinctive eyebrows and cheeks of a Sevenson, again all inherited from Augusta from his father Luke Sevenson, one of the older and more pure members of the Sevenson family bloodline.

These inherited traits from Augusta were blended with the oriental traits of a member of the chaos cult of the Kilimanjaro, of which Liling was a purebred member. The baby's nose was smaller than a Sevenson nose, the eyes very slightly slanted, the hair jet black rather than brown.

It looked like only an offspring of Augusta and Liling could look like, distinctly different from most other Sevensons, providing some much needed fresh new blood to this ancient inbred dynasty.

The Sevensons were an old family, not the oldest by any means but still centuries old, and in that time the family had gotten BIG, thousands of members and increasing all the time.

The Sevenson family blood line was notable for a number of distinctive traits, behavioural traits like masochism and male submission to females of course, but also physiological traits. Most precious of all these traits was genetic compatibility to space marine gene seeds in all Sevensons who were not too badly mutated.

In the general human population only a very tiny minority of people were actually capable of receiving any gene seed organs, not without suffering catastrophic tissue rejection, usually resulting in a horrific death as the natural immune defences of the gene seed organs responded in kind to the hostile body. The Larraman's Organ in particular caused horrific autoimmune damage to incompatible hosts, digesting away every cell in the host body until death occurred within hours at most after implantation.

The Sevenson blood line was remarkable for being 100 percent compatible with space marine gene seed organs, and regular inbreeding maintained this trait in the family, one of the main reasons why incest was becoming increasingly common with each new generation. Without this trait the family would be finished, so they would (,and often did,) breed with their own kin members to ensure this trait in their offspring.

Augusta's unnamed newborn son was a much needed infusion of fresh blood into this breeding pool, hopefully letting the family continue to inbreed for centuries to come without the usual negative consequences of inbreeding.

If this boy was anything like Cheng then he would court single pure blood Sevenson women, which were very plentiful with all the continual male battlefield casualties, and mix this fresh blood back into the core breeding pool. Sevenson women were forever becoming widows as their existing husbands died, so this boy would have little difficulty finding a mate.

By far the more serious problem would be having a Night Lord gene seed available for the boy when he came of age. Augusta had only two gene seeds to give his sons, but had more than two sons who needed gene seeds, his two oldest sons Cheng and Feng would get Night Lord gene seeds from Augusta himself, but his younger sons Jiao-Long and this unnamed baby would have more difficulty acquiring Night Lord Legion gene seeds.

It had taken the full authority of the extremely high ranking Mummy Wendy to secure a precious Night Lord gene seed for Franklin, Luke had already given up both his gene seeds, one to Augusta and one harvested ages ago before Augusta was born, given to the warband stockpile back long ago during a time when the warband desperately needed gene seeds.

(Author's note, it is possible that this contradicts earlier details about Luke's gene seed uses, after like ten books it gets super hard to keep track of the tinier details like this that don't really effect the stories that much.)

The warband had lots of gene seeds stolen from the bodies of other legions, but they were loath to use these as they were seen as inferior. ONLY a Night Lord gene seed gave the supreme night vision the warband relied on in battle, other legions just weren't up to par.

If Night Lord gene seeds could not be used then Raven Guard gene seeds were highly favoured, or failing that the Alpha Legion gene seeds were ok too. White Scars gene seeds were quite respectable also. Emperor's Children gene seeds of course were fantastic if you could get hold of them, but the Sevensons didn't currently have any...

These favourite second choice gene seeds were also in high demand however... Please Slaanesh don't make my sons use Ultra-Faggotmarine gene seeds!

Augusta cringed at the mere thought!

It hopefully wouldn't come to this ultimate insult of using Ultramarine gene seeds, Augusta's sons would never forgive him if they had such a TERRIBLE shame inflicted upon them!

(Authors note, I used to actually play Ultramarines on the table top back as a teenager, mostly because my brother and his friend had already claimed the much cooler Blood Angels, Dark Angels, Space Wolves and Night Lords for themselves, and said I should be either Ultramarines and/or Imperial fists as the next "most cool". I found blue guys with "ultra" in their name more palatable than piss yellow guys named after a sex act. I then started reading the fluff, and the ultramarines became steadily less cool and more "complete wankers" with every paragraph I read.)

It would probably be better not to become a space marine at all than to become a space marine with a Faggotmarine gene seed, his sons would probably get teased WAY less by their peers if they just stayed ordinary humans, heck they could then even put on dresses and spend all day crying and they would STILL be teased FAR less!

Back when Augusta was a young neophyte a large contingent of the Sevenson warband had been in the Segmentum Ultima, forming a temporary alliance with the Tau Empire for their own dark reasons. The contingent of Sevenson's had been inside the boarders of the Tau Empire, basically right next door to the Ultramarines' home world, and the Sevensons just couldn't help themselves...

The Sevenson warband had begun astropathically "trolling" the nearby Ultramarines, tricked the Tau Empire into saying it too, and together the Sevensons and Tau Empire had called the Ultramarines "faggots" SO many times that they got mad, mad enough to actually call in like a dozen of their bootlicking descendant chapters and actually started a war over it.

The war had cost millions of innocent civilian lives on all sides of the conflict, but in the end Luke Sevenson and his Tau Empire allies defeated the Faggotmarines and then just called the survivors faggots over and over and OVER again, until some of them actually CRIED from all the taunting!

It had been so funny that Augusta had actually peed himself slightly!

The Sevensons RECORDED full audio camera footage of the entire thing, showing the survivors finally breaking down and sobbing like angry toddlers at being insulted! That recording was now one of the most sacred relics of the entire warband, and had been copied literally millions of times, such was it's entertainment value.

When the Night Lords had finally stopped laughing, they psychically transmitted the footage of the Ultramarines crying to literally, EVERYONE, in the entire galaxy they could think of, and then sent the survivors away alive and unharmed to live with their shame.

Oh Slaanesh it had been SO FUNNY!

The Sevensons had then treacherously turned on their Tau allies in a classic "dick move", cutting the comedy prematurely short as they sacked a battle weakened Tau deep space continent sized fortress station, stealing everything they could possibly carry before then simply running away. Classic Night Lord dick move, the Tau were still rather pissed off about it...

Nowadays the Sevenson psykers periodically sent replays of the footage to the Ultramarines just to mock them and piss them off, and rumour had it that bootleg copies of the footage were now so popular that the Adeptus Arbites had been forced to actually pass a specific law outlawing the footage! Oh by the dark gods it was FUNNY as FUCK!

Well... After THAT it was generally not advisable for any Sevenson to receive an Ultramarine gene seed, the ridicule from peers was just not worth it...

Augusta blinked away tears of mirth at this happy memory, and smiled down at his newborn son.

Augusta wondered if Liling would actually let him choose the baby name this time?

For every other kid Liling had chosen the name, she had still been Augusta's total power exchange submissive when Cheng was born, but he had been away fighting when Cheng was born and by the time he returned Liling had already named him, and had been calling the kid "Cheng" for so long already that the entire extended family was already using the name.

Augusta would have just annoyed everyone if he had then insisted on a new name, especially as some of the Sevenson women had started knitting baby clothes with the name "Cheng" knitted into the fabric, would have just pissed people off too much to change it.

Liling had then been Augusta's dominatrix by the time their second child Mei-Yin was born, and she had used this power to pick every baby name from then on, the nasty bitch.

Augusta was under HUGE pressure from his biological mother Octavia to give traditional Antony Tribe first names to her grandchildren, she hadn't gone so far as to actually order him to challenge Liling on the naming rights, but Mummy Octavia had been dropping extremely unsubtle hints that her dead uncle "Caligula" had "such a nice sounding name"...

Augusta looked down at his newborn son, he would be named either Caligula, or be given yet another weird Kilimanjaro cult name like Ching-Chong, or Wang-Fu, or Kung-Fu-Panda, or some other such weird ass name that would take like 6 months for the extended family to even remember.

"Caligula Antony Sevenson", Augusta tried out the name.

It sounded ok.

"Ching-Chong-Kim-Jong-Fat-So-Fried-a'Cat Sevenson", Augusta tried facetiously in a way that was pretty spot on at being absolutely 100 percent completely racist.

"Is that his name Daddy?, Ching-Chong, um, Ching-Chong Sevenson?" Ying asked excitedly with complete innocence.

Augusta snorted with laughter at just how adorable this was.

"Everyone! The baby is named Ching-Chong!" Ying loudly informed everyone in the apartment...

"Um... (Oh fuck it this is too funny)," Augusta smirked and did nothing to correct Ying's innocent misunderstanding.

"Get on the vox and tell your grandmothers the baby's name," Augusta encouraged Ying, trying to keep a straight face.

"Here I will even right it down for you," Augusta added jubilantly.

"Yes Daddy... Grandma Wendy! Grandma Wendy! The baby's name is, "Ching-Chong... Kim-Jong... Fat-So... Fried-a-cat... Sevenson"! Yes that's right Grandma Wendy, that's his name!" Ying said excitedly over the vox.

It took all of Augusta's self control not to laugh, oh shit this was funny!

Liling would DEFINITELY be mad when she found out about this, but it was so fucking funny that Augusta didn't care.

Mummy Wendy would no doubt have told the name to the entire extended family, (including even the Matriarch), by the time Liling woke up and found out about it, oh Slaanesh it would be hilarious watching Liling correct people about the name for possibly the next six months!

Whatever she did to him, still totally worth it.

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