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Uriel needed to gather all the eggs, or he would be in for a hiding from his father. The hen house was warm and close, and smelled pleasantly of straw and manure. Uriel clutched the eggs he'd already gathered close against his chest as he reached into another nest box, trying to keep his eggs safe while he reached for another one. It felt huge in Uriel's tiny hand (this must be before his 6th birthday, he thought), and the eggs he already held were so heavy, and he wished he had thought to bring a basket or something to put them down into, but it was too late for that, all he could do was carry them as best he could.
His hand finally got purchase on the egg and he pulled it close, into his chest with the others so it would stay warm and safe.
Into his chest? He thought, and he looked down at his body. He was on the collective farm on Calth where he was born, so he should be a very small boy, but he didn't see a boy's tiny frame. He saw the broad muscular chest of a space marine, and below it -- Uriel almost screamed. His belly was enormous, bloated and lumpy as though filled with a dozen eggs, each the size of his head. And his arms, muscular space marine arms, were opening up his belly to put another egg inside.
Uriel forced himself awake with a jerk of his arm as he pulled it away from the horror that was his belly. He was lying on a simple bed, not much different from the Ultramarine barracks, and his hands were empty.
But his belly was full of eggs.
Uriel Ventris was a space marine. He didn't scream. He didn't fear the eggs inside of him. But he did freeze for a long moment as his brain purged the dream and sorted out what was fact.
He was Uriel Ventris, once captain of the Ultramarines Fourth Company. He had been banished to the Eye of Terror for breach of the Codex Astartes. He had been captured by the Iron Warriors Warsmith Honsou, Lord of Khalan-Ghol, and corrupted to carry his vile eggs.
Uriel shivered as he ran his hands over his belly, trying to count the eggs within. He reminded himself with every egg he touched that this was a vile chaos corruption, but it was hard not to think of them as his. His eggs, his offspring.
He took his hand away when he felt an egg shift inside him and he stroked it without thinking, imagining a real baby in there, looking for comfort from its parent.
These weren't real babies. They couldn't be, and even if they were, they would grow to serve the Dark Powers, like Honsou.
Uriel struggled into a sitting position, instead. He wasn't restrained, but the eggs in his belly made moving awkward, and his captors had plugged some sort of inhibitor into the back of his spine that made it feel like he was trying to lift a full suit of power armor with its power supply down. "Can't have you damaging the eggs!" Honsou had said, cheerfully, slapping Uriel on the back.
And then he'd put Uriel on his back on the bed and -- Uriel flushed at the memory.
He had fertilized Uriel's eggs.
There was a hole between Uriel's legs, now, that hadn't been there before. Honsou's butchers had opened it up between his penis and his anus. Uriel couldn't reach it anymore, but whenever he thought about Honsou fertilizing him it became impossible to ignore.
Uriel pressed his legs together as the new hole started to leak, and his penis started to harden, at the thought of Honsou on top of him, so pleased as he put his chaos cock in Uriel's new hole and rubbed his still-flat belly with both hands, telling Uriel what good sons he would make.
Uriel was pretty sure it was just whatever sorcery had gone into changing him, but it felt good when Honsou did that to him. It kept feeling good every time Honsou came back, always so pleased at how well his eggs were developing, so excited about filling Uriel with his tainted chaos come and making him feel unholy pleasure with his hands and cock.
Uriel groaned and tried to think about -- about escape, about fighting, about whatever had happened to Pasanius and Vaanes and the others, about anything at all except the ache between his legs and how good it would feel when Honsou came back to fill his hole again.
His hole and belly cramped agonizingly, and the eggs shifted inside of him, riding lower now, pressing downward into the sensitive tunnel of flesh Honsou's cock used.
Uriel grabbed his belly without thinking, panicking at the thought of his eggs falling out and shattering, as though he still was that little boy collecting hen eggs for his father.
He should let these shatter. He should lay them before Honsou gets back and smash them to deny the Dark Powers whatever was inside them.
But the thought made him freeze with horror. He was a space marine, one of the Emperor's Angels, he should not have any compunction about destroying the infants of the enemy. But he could not.
He was curled up in a ball of misery, wracked with cramps and unable to commit to any action, when Honsou arrived.
"How is my favorite breeder doing today?" Honsou said cheerily. His face dropped into concern as he noted Ventris' posture. And then, when a giant cramp wracked Uriel's curled up body, Honsou's eyes widened and he crossed the cell in a moment to sit by Uriel. "Your eggs are coming!" He exclaimed with delight as he unrolled Uriel to lie on his back again. "Onyx, bring the incubator!" he said into his vox.
Uriel stared up at Honsou, helpless against the wracking cramps and the inhibitor on his spine. He tried not to be glad Honsou was there, but he was too exhausted, his body too sore.
Honsou wrapped his arms -- one flesh, the other the metal arm that was once Pasanius' -- around Uriel's belly and nuzzled his face against the eggs. "Can't wait to meet you, you're gonna be such fierce warriors," he told the eggs. Then he reached one hand between Uriel's legs and pushed two flesh fingers into the wet hole, deep inside. Uriel couldn't help but whimper as Honsou's fingers pressed something tender, in between the hole and the eggs.
"Nowhere near dilated enough, I'm afraid." Honsou pulled his hand out and freed his cock from his armor.
Uriel stared at him in shock. "Now? I know you were a degenerate, but I thought you cared about the eggs!"
"It won't hurt them at this stage," Honsou said. He pushed his cock into Uriel with a satisfied sigh. "Powers, you're wet. This'll help take the edge off for you." Honsou gave Uriel's giant belly a fond pat as he started thrusting.
Uriel moaned helplessly, his hips trying to push up into Honsou's firm, confident thrusts. Every thrust pushed Uriel's cock up against his belly, on top of how wonderful Honsou felt in his wet, desperate hole.
And then another cramp wracked Uriel's body and Honsou's cock suddenly felt impossibly huge inside him. "By the Prince's tit," Honsou swore. "Fuck that's good."
Uriel grunted at the pain, but it didn't make his arousal go away. When the cramp ebbed, he was pushing back against Honsou's thrusts again, fighting to come before another cramp hit.
"Blood God's balls you're good," Honsou swore, and he drove into Uriel just right and Uriel was coming, hard, an orgasm that pushed him directly into another cramp, his moan becoming a whine.
"Fuck, fuck, Changer's vent, Ventris--" Honsou snarled and pushed in deep, deep enough Uriel thought he must be right up against an egg, but he didn't feel any eggs shattering, only Honsou's cock swelling and pulsing and coming deep inside him.
Honsou pulled his cock out, and then, before Uriel's hole could close, he shoved his whole organic hand inside to feel at that tender place inside Uriel. "Oh, much better. You're almost ready to lay, Ventris, let's get you in a better position."
Uriel groaned with discomfort as Honsou moved him into a squatting position, Honsou supporting him from behind, chest against Ventris' back, both hands on his belly. "Lay for me, Ventris. Push those eggs out for us." Honsou kissed Ventris' neck, surprisingly gently. "You're going to make us such good warriors, Ventris. Big and strong just like you."
Uriel doesn't feel big and strong right now. His body cramps again and he tries to push. He groans against Honsou at the weird feeling of an egg coming down the hole he's so used to Honsou's cock coming up, stretching him even wider as he pushes it slowly downward.
"There, there you are, you're gonna have the first one out in no time." Honsou glanced over Uriel's shoulder at Onyx. "Be ready to catch it and put it in the incubator."
The silver-eyed shadow-creature Onyx moved closer to them, and if Uriel had had any reactions left that weren't occupied with Honsou and laying the eggs, he would have shivered at the unholy presence. He didn't want to give his eggs to this being. But Honsou was holding him close and his egg was stretching his channel wide, all the other eggs shifting above and behind it, and it was just too much.
Then the egg dropped and Uriel's hearts almost drop with it, as Honsou said, "Yes, there it is!" and Onyx silently caught it and lifted it up to show them. It was perfectly egg-shaped and undamaged, its shell a soft grey-blue. Uriel's hearts warmed, and he almost complained when Onyx put it carefully into the incubator, but his body was wracked with pain as another egg was pushed down and out of him.
"Don't worry, Ventris," Honsou told him. "The incubator will keep them nice and warm while they finish developing." He stroked Uriel's belly fondly. "We'll have you making a new clutch in no time."
Uriel made an alarmed noise at that, but it was lost in the feeling of the second egg falling out of him into Onyx's black hands. The third egg was already working its way out of him, and Uriel's hands clutched Honsou's on his belly, bracing himself as his sore muscles pushed a third egg out of his aching hole.
"You're doing amazing, Ventris," Honsou stroked his belly. The skin feels loose now, even with all the eggs still inside. "We'll hatch such a wonderful army, you'll see."
With the part of his awareness available, Uriel noticed that Honsou's cock was hard against his buttocks, and thought Honsou might mean 'army' literally. But it was hard to think about anything except pushing the current egg out of him, and feeling the next one slide into place.
Uriel went limp against Honsou as Onyx took the -- fifth? sixth? -- egg from him and put it in the incubator. "You can do it," Honsou told him, his hands firm on Uriel's belly, massaging him, helping the eggs slide downward. "You're strong."
Somehow the encouragement helped Uriel keep pushing, keep going through that egg and the next and the next, through Honsou rubbing and kissing and encouraging and grinding his cock on Uriel's buttocks, through Onyx taking each egg in his unnaturally black hands and putting it in the incubator.
When the last egg was out, Uriel didn't realize he could stop pushing at first. He strained his muscles as Honsou massaged his loose belly and Onyx examined the eggs in the incubator.
"A clutch of twelve," Onyx told Honsou. "All apparently fertile and healthy."
Honsou practically crowed with triumph. "Did you hear that, Uriel? Twelve!" And then Honsou's hands were on his hips and Uriel was face-down on the bed as Honsou pushed his cock into Uriel's sore egg-channel with a sigh of pleasure and relief.
Uriel grunted and kicked weakly at Honsou, uncomfortable after the long laying session. "Honsou, now?"
Honsou groaned in pleasure. "Grandpa's puss, you feel good, Ventris. Warm and tight even after all those eggs."
Uriel grunted. "Depraved, corrupted, perverse, Chaos-ridden--!" But despite himself, his hole was starting to cling to the cock needily, his own penis to harden against the loose skin of his belly. It didn't hurt any less, but he was going to come from this anyway, if Honsou kept going.
"Gonna fill you up again right now, fertilize a new clutch of soldiers to grow in your belly." Honsou's hand stroked Uriel's loose belly, groaning at the evidence of how much it had been stretched. He took a handful of loose skin and wrapped it around Uriel's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. "Come for me, Ventris. Help me fertilize another clutch of eggs in you."
Uriel should resist, he should say no. He was an Ultramarine. But he was an Ultramarine no more. Honsou and his flesh-crafters had reshaped him so much that there would never be any going back.
His flesh obeyed Honsou now.
Uriel came, hard, clenching almost as hard as his earlier cramps as his egg-hole milked Honsou's cock for its fertilizing fluid.
When Honsou came into him, he could almost feel more eggs become fertilized and start to swell.