Imperial palace hall
The grand hallways of the Imperial Palace echoed faintly with the sound of armored boots and soft conversations. Akane's fox ears twitched as she walked, her crimson hair swaying lightly behind her. Her golden eyes scanned the passing Space Marines, each one saluting with a fist to their chest, a mark of respect toward the wives of the Emperor's adopted son and daughter. Beside her, Fu strode confidently, her augmented frame giving her an air of silent strength.
"It's hard to believe it's been a hundred years since we stepped out of that cursed webway pocket dimension," Akane murmured, her tone heavy with reflection.
Fu nodded, her bright green hair catching the artificial light. "A hundred years, yet it feels like yesterday we were trapped for what felt like eternity. Ten millennia... it's a wonder we didn't lose our sanity."
"Or worse," Yoruichi added, her deep, silky voice cutting through the air. The dark-skinned warrior's golden eyes flicked toward Rangiku, whose expression had darkened. "We could've been corrupted. But somehow, we came out intact. That's something to be grateful for."
Rangiku's pace slowed as a wave of sorrow passed over her features. Her blue-gray eyes misted with unshed tears as memories resurfaced. Yoruichi noticed immediately, her demeanor softening. She placed a reassuring hand on Rangiku's shoulder, squeezing gently.
"You okay?" Yoruichi asked, her voice quieter now, laced with genuine concern.
"I'm fine," Rangiku replied, though her voice trembled slightly. "It's just... when we returned, everything had changed. And finding out about him—about Satoshi..." Her voice broke, and she took a shaky breath to steady herself.
Akane sighed, her ears flattening momentarily as she turned to Rangiku. "Your grief is still fresh, even after all this time. I can't imagine how it felt, learning what Mortarion did to your son."
Rangiku nodded solemnly. "My firstborn... my baby boy. Taken from me by that rotting monster, Mortarion. He didn't just kill Satoshi; he plagued him with one of Nurgle's diseases. My son suffered until his lover, Sabora Dour, put him out of his misery."
Yoruichi's hand on Rangiku's shoulder tightened. "Sabora must've loved him deeply to make that decision. It wasn't easy for her either, I'm sure."
"She did," Rangiku said with a bittersweet smile. "And she gave me something precious after he was gone... my granddaughter, Arisa. She's the last piece of Satoshi I have. At least Sabora is with the Uzumaki clan, protecting her, Uzu prime where the chaos cannot reach her, thanks to the Psyker-fu injutsu users there."
"That's something to hold onto," Fu said softly. "Arisa is a gift, Rangiku. Don't forget that."
"I won't," Rangiku replied, wiping a stray tear. She straightened her posture, letting out a slow exhale. "I'm fine now. Let's keep moving."
"Good," Akane said, flicking her ears forward. "Because we need to track down our favorite blueberry brother-in-law, Roboute. You know how he gets if we're late."
The mention of Guilliman brought a faint smile to the group, lightening the heavy atmosphere. As they continued down the corridor, their steps grew more purposeful.
Akane glanced back, her foxlike grin returning. "Think he's going to lecture us again?"
"Always," Yoruichi said with a smirk. "But he means well."
The four women walked side by side, their bond as unshakable as the foundation of the Imperial Palace itself, heading toward their next destination.
Lemon Warning
Naruto's room
The air in Naruto's room was thick with heat, the kind that clung to the skin and made every breath feel heavy. The faint hum of the ship's engines blended with the rhythmic slap, slap, slap of flesh meeting flesh. Elethra, towering over even the tallest of the Custodes, lay beneath Naruto, her nine-foot frame sprawled across the bed. Her golden armor, once a symbol of her unyielding strength, lay discarded in a heap on the floor. Now, she was just Elethra—a woman consumed by pleasure, her body trembling with every thrust.
"Naruto," she moaned, her voice low and husky, a stark contrast to the commanding tone she used on the battlefield. Her H-cup breasts bounced with each movement, the sight alone enough to drive him wild. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flawless, unmarred skin as he pushed himself deeper inside her.
"You feel that?" he growled, his voice a mix of dominance and affection. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I'm not stopping until you scream."
Elethra's breath hitched, her head falling back against the pillows as her leg instinctively wrapped around his waist. But Naruto had other plans. He grabbed her right leg, lifting it high, exposing her natural bush as he continued to thrust into her. The sensation was overwhelming, and a loud yelp escaped her lips, her eyes rolling back as pleasure consumed her.
"Oh god..." she gasped, her voice trembling. "It's so good."
Naruto smirked, his movements growing more deliberate. He knew her body better than anyone, knew just how to make her unravel. "You're mine, Elethra," he said, his voice low and possessive. "Mine to protect, mine to pleasure."
Her response was a shuddering moan, her hands gripping the sheets as her hips moved in sync with his. The size difference between them—her towering height, his own six-and-a-half-foot frame—seemed insignificant in moments like this. It wasn't about size; it was about connection. And Naruto knew how to connect with her on every level.
Elethra had been one of the first Custodes assigned to protect him and Fu, a role she took with pride and unwavering loyalty. But as they spent more time together, something shifted. The stoic warrior began to show cracks, revealing the woman beneath the armor. And Naruto? He saw her—truly saw her. Not just as a protector, but as a woman with desires, fears, and a need to be wanted.
Their first kiss had been hesitant, a fleeting moment of vulnerability that neither of them expected. But once the dam broke, there was no turning back. Now, here they were, lost in each other, the outside world irrelevant.
"Harder," Elethra demanded, her voice a mix of desperation and need. Naruto obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. Her breasts bounced wildly with each movement, the sight driving him to push even further.
He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue circling the sensitive peak. Elethra's back arched, a loud moan escaping her lips as her hands tangled in his spiky blonde hair. "Naruto!" she cried, her voice shaking. "Don't stop... please."
He didn't. His pace quickened, the bed creaking under their combined weight as he drove into her with relentless intensity. Elethra's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of release.
"You're my warrior," Naruto whispered against her skin, his voice rough with desire. "But tonight, you're mine."
Her response was a wordless cry as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing as pleasure consumed every inch of her. Naruto followed soon after, his own release spilling into her as he buried himself deep, their bodies locked together in a moment of pure ecstasy.
For a moment, the room was silent except for their heavy breaths. Then, Elethra's laughter broke the stillness, a soft, almost disbelieving sound. "You're... incredible," she said, her voice filled with awe.
Naruto grinned, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "And you're amazing," he replied, his voice warm. "Don't ever forget that."
Elethra's smile softened, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. She didn't need words to express what she felt. Her touch said it all.
But the moment was fleeting. Naruto's grin turned mischievous, and Elethra knew what was coming. "Round two?" he asked, his tone playful but with an edge of promise.
Elethra's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Try to keep up," she teased, her voice dripping with challenge.
Naruto laughed, the sound rich and full of life. "Oh, I'm just getting started."
And with that, he moved again, his hands roaming her body as he prepared to take her to new heights. The slap of skin meeting skin resumed, louder this time, as their passion reignited. Elethra's moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure that only Naruto could orchestrate.
"You're... unstoppable," she gasped, her voice trembling as he pushed her closer to the edge once more.
Naruto's only response was a smirk, his movements growing more intense. He was a man on a mission, and tonight, that mission was making sure Elethra knew just how much she meant to him.
The sound of her moans, the feel of her body beneath his—it was all he needed. And as he thrust deeper, harder, he knew one thing for certain: this was just the beginning.
Now, here they were, bodies entwined, lost in each other. Naruto lifted her right leg, exposing her natural, hairy pussy to the cool air of the room. The sight of her, so raw and unfiltered, sent a surge of heat through him. He thrust harder, his cock sliding in and out of her slick folds with ease, each movement drawing another cry of ecstasy from her lips.
"Gods, you feel amazing," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "So tight... so perfect."
Elethra could only whimper in response, her hands gripping the headboard for support as her body trembled under his assault. Her brown skin glistened with sweat, her muscles taut with pleasure. She had never imagined it could feel like this again, had she forgotten herself capable of such raw, unadulterated bliss.
But Naruto wasn't done yet. With a mischievous grin, he formed two shadow clones, the duplicates appearing on either side of the bed. Elethra's eyes widened as they joined in, one taking her mouth while the other positioned himself beneath her, ready to fill her pussy. The original Naruto moved behind her, his hands resting on her hips as he prepared to take her anal.
"Relax, my angel," he whispered, his voice dripping with promise. "We're going to make you feel things you've never imagined."
And then they were moving, each version of him synchronized in their efforts to drive her wild. One clone's thick cock slid into her mouth, filling her throat as she sucked eagerly, her tongue swirling around him. The other thrust into her pussy, the sensation overwhelming as her walls clenched around him. And the original Naruto pressed into her ass, his movements slow and deliberate, giving her time to adjust before increasing his pace.
Elethra's mind shattered. Pleasure coursed through her body, waves of ecstasy crashing over her as she was taken from every angle. Her moans were muffled by the cock in her mouth, her nails digging into the sheets as her body convulsed. She had never felt so full, so utterly consumed, and yet she wanted more.
"N-Naruto...!" she screamed around the cock in her mouth, her voice desperate and pleading. "M-More...! Harder...!"
He obliged, each version of him pounding into her with brutal force, their rhythm perfectly in sync. The bed creaked under their combined weight, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Elethra's entire body was alight with sensation, her muscles trembling as she teetered on the edge of release.
And then, finally, she broke. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body arching off the bed as she came undone. The Narutos followed suit, each of them unleashing their cum inside her, filling her to the brim. The sensation was too much, her vision blurring as she collapsed onto the bed, spent and trembling.
Naruto dismissed the clones, pulling her into his arms as he kissed the top of her head. "I love you, my golden angel," he whispered, his voice soft and tender. "Always."
Elethra didn't respond, her breathing shallow as she drifted off to sleep, exhausted but content. Naruto held her close, a satisfied smile on his face as he watched her sleep. For the first time in her life, Elethra felt truly at peace.
Lemon Over
Guilliman Office
In Guilliman's office, sheaves of blueprints were scattered across the desk like the aftermath of a whirlwind. He spotted something of interest written on one of the sheets and reached for it, gritting his teeth as the purring mechanics of his suit reminded him of its omnipresent constraints.
Instinctively, he reached with his right hand. The integration points for the Hand of Dominion on his left made fine tasks nearly impossible, even with the over-gauntlet and its underslung bolter removed. Day-to-day tasks like this were a struggle—a constant reminder of how his armor, magnificent as it was, limited him in ways he never thought possible.
His armored fingers pushed at the slick plastic. The ceramite skidded across the desk, sending the papers fluttering to the floor in an ungraceful mess.
"Oh, for the love of—" Guilliman grumbled, leaning forward to pick them up.
Awkwardly, he bent down, the bulky joints of the Armor of Fate straining at his waist. The suit, designed for battle rather than bureaucracy, made even the simplest of movements cumbersome. He had to kneel, lowering himself as his fingers reached for the scattered flimsies.
The first few attempts were futile. His fingertips slid across the sheets, sending them skittering further across the polished floor in a mocking dance.
He growled in frustration, abandoning his attempt. Rising to his full height, he exhaled sharply, his patience thin but his sense of humor somehow intact. A curious glance toward the room's entrance revealed his sister-in-law—Fu—along with Rangiku and Akane, who stood watching him. He could tell they were trying not to laugh, but their poorly concealed smirks betrayed them. Deciding to give them a show, he sighed theatrically.
"I have the manual dexterity of a Legio Cybernetica battle automaton!" Guilliman announced, his voice filled with exaggerated exasperation. "Created by the Lord of All Mankind, master of the greatest armies in the Imperium, and I cannot pick up a plastek flimsy." He gestured at the offending papers with a glare. "My greatest enemy."
There was a moment of thoughtful silence. Then Fu snorted, and Rangiku burst into laughter, soon joined by Akane. Rangiku, in particular, could barely contain herself, doubling over as tears streamed from her eyes. Her laughter turned into snorting, which only made her laugh harder.
Guilliman raised a brow at the spectacle, amused despite himself. He had to turn fully around to watch them, his ornamental wings and the large halo mounted on his back making it impossible to see over his shoulder. At least he had stopped knocking into furniture; there was that.
The laughter continued, and for a moment, the oppressive weight of the grim, dark future seemed to lift. Even Sicarius, standing rigid in the corner, looked like he was struggling to keep a straight face.
"You are joking, my lord?" Sicarius ventured cautiously, the tone of disbelief almost comical.
Guilliman gave him a wry look. "By the Throne, why am I expected to be serious at all times? Yes, Captain Sicarius, I am making light of my predicament. During the worst of the Great Crusade, I was known to make the occasional jest. Even after Terra fell, I dared to find moments of levity. I did not spend my previous life writing deep thoughts into little notebooks—though I did plenty of that as well—but sometimes, I dared to enjoy myself. I suppose that part of me was omitted from the hagiographies."
Sicarius nodded slowly, still processing this unexpected revelation. "Humor is not something you are renowned for, my lord," he said hesitantly.
Before Guilliman could respond, Rangiku chimed in, a playful grin on her face. "Don't be such a stick in the mud, Sicarius. Jokes and laughter are the best medicine, even in a grim, dark future where everything is... well, let's face it, utterly screwed."
Akane sighed, muttering under her breath, "Great. Now it's even more depressing."
But Rangiku's infectious energy refused to be dampened. She nudged Akane with a smirk. "That's why we laugh, Akane. Because if we didn't, we'd all go mad."
Guilliman allowed a small smile to grace his lips as he watched the scene unfold. For all the burdens of leadership and the crushing weight of responsibility, moments like these reminded him of what they were all fighting for.
After helping their brother-in-law tackle his greatest enemy—paperwork—Fu and Akane leaned back, visibly satisfied with their contribution. Guilliman, relieved to see his desk no longer drowning in blueprints and reports, folded his arms and asked, "Now that I owe you one, what can I do for you?"
Akane exchanged a glance with Fu, who gave a small nod of encouragement. Akane spoke first. "There's something we've been meaning to discuss... about our time in the Webway pocket dimension."
Guilliman's expression shifted immediately, his interest piqued. He straightened, his piercing gaze locking onto her. "I've had questions about that place since you mentioned it before. And you say Naruto found... something there?"
Akane nodded. "Yes, but there's more to it. While we were trapped in that dimension, we... encountered two Chaos Gods—Tzeentch and Slaanesh."
Guilliman froze. His usually stoic demeanor faltered for a moment, the mention of Slaanesh causing his jaw to tighten. Memories of Fulgrim's fall rushed to the surface. He could still see his brother's twisted smile, hear the mocking words that dripped with betrayal. Slaanesh had taken Fulgrim—body, soul, and purpose—and shattered him into a grotesque parody of what he once was.
But then, as his thoughts spiraled toward bitterness, Guilliman's mind drifted to Fulgrith. She hadn't been found in the Webway. Naruto had discovered her after their escape, alone and wandering through the ruins of a desolate world. At first, Guilliman had doubted her intentions. A clone of Fulgrim, here, of all places? It seemed too convenient, too contrived.
And yet...
She was different. Where Fulgrim had exuded pride and arrogance, Fulgrith carried herself with a weight of shame and guilt. Her violet eyes, so much like Fulgrim's, betrayed a fear Guilliman had never seen in his brother. She had been hesitant, unsure of her place. More emotional, more expressive—more human.
Guilliman hadn't trusted her at first, but Naruto's intervention had been... transformative. Somehow, Naruto's presence, his relentless optimism, had made her feel safe. Guilliman had seen it in the way she smiled—a hesitant, fragile thing, but genuine. Fulgrith may have been a clone of Fulgrim, but in many ways, she was an improvement. She wasn't bound to the same arrogance, the same hubris that had led his brother into Slaanesh's embrace.
He exhaled softly, bringing himself back to the present. "Tzeentch and Slaanesh," he repeated, his tone measured. "The fact that you encountered them and escaped speaks volumes. Few can claim such a feat."
Akane nodded. "It wasn't easy. But there's more. Naruto found a device in the Webway—given to him by someone who managed to enter and leave with ease."
Guilliman raised an eyebrow, curious. "Who?"
Fu spoke this time. "Naruto said it was a drunken scientist with a terrible personality. The man claimed he was helping because he owed a favor to someone who looked like Naruto."
Guilliman's brow furrowed in disbelief. "A drunken scientist, wandering the Webway? That seems... improbable."
"That's what Naruto thought too," Fu said with a shrug. "But the man activated the device, said 'Away we go,' and disappeared."
Guilliman rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "A mere human, entering and leaving the Webway unscathed... It defies logic. And the connection to Naruto only deepens the mystery."
Akane smirked. "You'll drive yourself mad trying to figure it out. Sometimes, it's best to just accept the impossible when Naruto's involved."
Guilliman chuckled faintly. "A fair point. Still, I'll investigate. If this man is as capable as you say, he may be a valuable ally—or a significant threat."
The conversation shifted, but Guilliman's thoughts lingered on Fulgrith and Slaanesh. He couldn't shake the feeling that, despite her differences, her origins were tied to the god of excess in some way. Yet, as he recalled her tentative smile and Naruto's unwavering faith in her, he allowed himself a sliver of hope.
Maybe, just maybe, Fulgrith was proof that even the most corrupted legacies could be redeemed.
Warning: Lemon again
Elethra's golden eyes fluttered open, her vision slowly adjusting to the dim light of Naruto's room. The air was heavy with the scent of their passion, a mix of sweat and something uniquely him. Her body was warm, pressed against his muscled chest, his arm draped protectively around her. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the rhythm almost hypnotic. Hours had passed since they'd last been entangled, her body still tingling from the pleasure he'd given her. Even as an Adeptus Custodes, a warrior of unparalleled endurance, Naruto had managed to wear her down.
She shifted slightly, her muscles protesting with a pleasant ache. It wasn't the first time he'd pushed her to her limits. She remembered their first time vividly—how she'd barely been able to walk afterward, limping for nearly four days. It had been embarrassing, as someone of her stature and strength, to be brought so low. But it had been worth it. Naruto wasn't just a man; he was a Primarch, an Uzumaki, his stamina godly. And he knew exactly how to use it to make her feel things she'd never imagined.
She tilted her head up, her eyes meeting his. He was already looking at her, a soft smile playing on his lips. "How'd you sleep, my golden angel?" he asked, his voice low and warm, filled with an affection that made her heart ache.
She couldn't help but smile back, her cheeks heating slightly. "Better than I have in millennia," she admitted, her voice soft. There was something about him, his aura of love and kindness, that always made her feel at ease. It was a stark contrast to the brutal, unyielding world they lived in.
Her hand absently traced patterns on his chest, her fingers brushing over the faint scars that marked his skin. "I missed you," she said, her voice catching just a little. "Ten thousand years... it was almost too much. I almost gave in to despair."
Naruto's expression softened, his hand gently cupping her cheek. "But you didn't," he said, his thumb brushing over her skin. "You're stronger than that, Elethra. You always have been. And our son... he kept you going, didn't he?"
She nodded, her golden eyes shining with a mix of pride and sorrow. "He did. He reminded me of you, of your resilience. Even when I wanted to lock myself away in the palace for eternity, he wouldn't let me. He said I still had a duty to the Imperium, to you."
Naruto chuckled, the sound deep and comforting. "Obviously," he said, his tone teasing. "Our children have your strength and my charm. It's a dangerous combination."
She laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. "I hope they don't have too much of your charm," she joked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "The galaxy might not be able to handle it."
Naruto gave her a playful glare, his hand moving to cup her H-cup breast, his fingers gently circling her nipple. "Mock your prince, will you?" he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I think it's time for your punishment."
Elethra's breath hitched as his lips found her nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before sucking gently. She let out a soft moan, her back arching into his touch. His other hand slid down her body, fingers brushing through her soft, natural bush before reaching her core. She was still wet from their earlier activities, her body responding to him instantly.
"Naruto..." she breathed, her voice trembling with need. His name was a prayer on her lips, a plea for more.
He kissed his way up her body, his lips claiming hers in a deep, commanding kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, the sensation only heightening her arousal. His hand moved between her legs, his fingers teasing her entrance before slipping inside. She gasped against his mouth, her hips bucking instinctively.
"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "And you're mine."
Elethra's golden eyes rolled back as he added another finger, his movements slow and deliberate, building her pleasure with every stroke. She could feel herself getting closer, the pressure building until she was on the edge.
"Please..." she begged, her voice barely a whisper.
Naruto smirked, pulling his fingers away and positioning himself between her legs. "Since you asked so nicely," he said, his cock pressing against her entrance.
With one smooth thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely. Elethra let out a moan, her hands clutching at his shoulders. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to his size before he began to move, his hips rocking against hers in a rhythm that left her breathless.
Her golden eyes locked with his, the intensity of his gaze making her feel exposed, vulnerable in the best way. "Naruto..." she moaned, her voice breaking as he thrust deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Say it again," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.
"Naruto!" she cried out, her nails digging into his back as she came undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
He didn't stop, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he chased his own release. "That's it, my golden angel," he growled, his hips slamming into hers. "You're mine. All mine."
Elethra's eyes rolled back again, her body consumed by pleasure as Naruto's movements became erratic. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his seed filling her as he held her close.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies entwined, their breathing labored. Naruto pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his hand gently stroking her hair.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that made her heart ache.
Elethra looked up at him, her golden eyes shining with emotion. "I love you too," she said, her voice steady despite the tears welling in her eyes.
He kissed her again, his touch gentle, almost reverent. And as their lips met, Elethra knew that no matter what trials the galaxy threw at them, they would face it together. For now, nothing else mattered but the man in her arms.
"Naruto..." she whispered softly, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, as if committing him to memory once more.
"Hm?" he hummed, his voice lazy and content, his breath warm against her neck.
But before she could speak, he moved again, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that promised more. And in that moment, Elethra surrendered herself completely to the love and passion they shared, knowing that with Naruto, she was home.
To be continued...