After the al, kids were sent away for evening lessons with their non-combatant Adepta Sororitas teachers, those that myself or my sons have managed to seduce and bring them over from their Salvation Cardinal World.
Once the Sisters were part of our extended family, their loyalties shifted enough, so I wouldn't have to worry about getting doused in prothium for the slightest mistake.
Just like I hoped with Lady Elixa.
"Say Decima, which Forge Worlds should we trade with next? I'm thinking killing a Tyrant with her mace.
"This Vitrix, is a Navy battleship? Perhaps the one lost during the Macharian Crusade?" my dear infocyte asked, after running so fast computations and data comparisons on her implant. See, she would be amazingly valuable!
"Perhaps I should rena it, if the origins are so easily deduced. Vigil for the Vanquished, how does it sound?" I asked Decima, and glanced at Henna as well. She used to be ship crew as well, so her opinion would matter.
Henna smiled kindly and nodded. "It does have the special resonance of a Lancefire vessel. We might soon run out of religious ceremonies, if you keep adding more and more ships to our Trader fleet."
Decima just shrugged unimpressed. "So that's why you want two new Forges in our trade routes. To mask the provenience of those extra lances. One hundred new batteries from each Forge, am I right?" my Rear Admiral inquired in a calm voice, eyes thinned into slits as her own implant ran at full power.
I was right, this was going to be one of those dinners. Ti to run away then. No point arguing with my Master of Logistics, she was always right.
"Serena dear, grace my rooms with your noble presence. Lady Elixa, back to work and consider my offer." I demanded as I rose and ran away in a dignified walk. Not even looking back at the explosion.
Ludvaius smirked at and patted my head, then gave into the care of Brother Rafen. "Having a smart wife is such a blessing, right Captain?" the Veteran Astartes quipped at my back, and I nearly stumbled.
Damn Astartes! It wasn't that funny being laid low with a few clever words.
Then again, social gas were never my forte, as many of my friends and contemporaries have remarked too often.
Luckily, I had Canis still on my side. But my brave wolf was sleeping and pawing at the air, so I let him hunt in peace.
As I ca out of the shower, I found my wife Serena already waiting for in bed, and smiling wryly. "My Lord, you need so relief from all this stress?" the pretty noble woman asked in a cultured voice, and licked her lips suggestively.
You bet your round perky ass, I sure did!
Unlike concubines, wives were much better at marital arts, that being their job description.
Maybe one day, sweet Alena will also be ready for this job, and take over the Blank side of my operations, just like Serena dealt with nobles and Henna with the children. All of them. Over three thousand kids now, and soon that number will double with all the new Blank concubines mass-producing kids for the greater good.
My 300 Blank sons already in the Astartes training all had at least 300 kids of their own, but much fewer Blanks. At most 20 such blessed children and only Victor would have a chance to match in ti, if he kept working hard with the new generation of Blank won.
The Blank daughters couldn't possibly hope to match a man's ability to produce children, being limited to one per year in the best case, and more reasonably one every three years, as to not abuse their bodies too much.
And because cloning Blanks often produced monsters that had to be cleansed with orbital strikes, we couldn't even use their extra fertile eggs except for Blank Machine Spirits.
Best not to think too deeply about that. No sacrifice is too great and even entire planets were considered expendable. I know, because I've burned quite a few planets myself.
So, much later I woke up to find Elixa entering my room led by the hand by Decima. "Husband, I have reached an agreent with your new wife." she explained in a slightly warr voice.
Canis woke up and yawned wide enough to devour a wife or maybe two in one gulp. "Woooo?"
"Yes Canis, we're family now." Elixa murmured shyly.
The space wolf nodded wisely and went to pour himself water.
"Any conditions I should care about?" I wondered as Decima sat down in her armchair to watch the new show, while Rafen glanced at the balcony window.
"Not for several decades, Lord Pef. But my services were not actually lent for an unlimited duration, by my employer. Even Primarchs only have so much power in the current Imperium." the Vanus Temple infocyte explained demurely as she undressed her dical gown.
I sighed inward in agreent, and I drew the bedding cover aside.
My new wife examined my muscles with amazed eyes, and gulped for so reason. What? I had demi-god genes now, and it showed.
"Close your eyes and think of Holy Terra." I quipped as Elixa climbed cautiously on top of .
She snorted but did close her eyes. "Let's hope I didn't make the greatest mistake of my life...oh God!" Sweet Elixa exclaid as was impaled on the holy spear of Sanguinius.
"Just like that, dear. Think harder!" I comnted amused.
We thought long and hard about Terra, both of us, with Decima giving us new ideas to ditate on, every few minutes.
I think Decima was recording this deep ditation for posterity as well, just in case I got too many Sisters of Battle to follow , and might need to project my life's exploits on a pict screen the size of a mountain.
Poor Sisters were always dreaming of martyring themselves, so why not on a holy spear?
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