Tsk... He reeked of alcohol... Horus had drunk too much, hadn't he? His behavior when drunk was truly terrible...
Horus's gaze was unfocused. All he knew was that the four voices in his head were growing louder and louder, while the furious Sanguinius before him was becoming ever more captivatingly beautiful.
Compared to the other Primarchs, Sanguinius was relatively petite. Horus had to lower his head slightly to take in her entire figure.
He placed both hands on Sanguinius's waist, drawing a puzzled look from her.
Seeing her faintly furrowed brows and gently fluttering wings, the stirring in his heart shattered every shred of reason.
Horus suddenly wrapped his arms around Sanguinius's slender waist and domineeringly pulled her into his embrace.
To prevent Sanguinius from struggling, he even used his other hand to cradle the back of her head, leaving her unable to move about wildly.
It was a long, suffocating interrogation. The instant Sanguinius felt the passion between Horus's lips and teeth, she was so shocked that her entire body stiffened, unable to move.
That strong, powerful Primarch body became soft and powerless in that moment. For the first time, Sanguinius understood what weakness felt like.
"Horus! What are you doing?!" Perturabo roared. The exquisite gift he had prepared for Sanguinius fell from his hands and shattered on the floor.
Horus turned a deaf ear to Perturabo's demand, merely intensifying his plundering of Sanguinius's sweet taste.
The Luna Wolf tightly suppressed the holy angel, seeking to make her completely merge into his body. Only pitiful muffled whimpers came from between them.
In his fury, Perturabo directly activated the cannon on his gauntlet and fired without hesitation at Horus's back.
The specially made armor-piercing round penetrated the armor and tore through flesh. In pain, Horus's hand, which had been tightly