The battlefield around you is a chaotic symphony of destruction. As you lie on the ground, disarmed and battered, you meet the gaze of the Eldar Howling Banshee, Eilistrae. Her almond-shaped, piercing eyes soften for a moment, and she extends a slender hand toward you.
Eilistrae: Come, Mon'keigh Rise. There is no honor in striking down a defeated foe.
Her voice, though alien, carries an unexpected warmth. What do you do, Guardsman?
I looked at her with hollow gaze. I am only twenty years old. Battered, wounded, exhausted, I don't know how to react to this act of... Kindness? Pity? Or it might be another multi-move... But what they can do with just an ordinary Imperial Guardsman like me? "Why?" I asked hoarsely. She sees that I wait for a truthful answer. Or I'll put bolt pistol to my head and pull the trigger
Her expression remains serene despite your skepticism. "There is no gain in vengeance, mon'keigh," she says gently. "I offer you aid not out of pity, but because our fates are intertwined. We must work together if either of our people are to survive the coming storm." Her hand does not waver, inviting you up from your prone position.
What do you choose, Guardsman?
I tried to stand on my weakened legs, before collapsing again on the ground, as wound on my stomach is too much to move. With a shaky hand I tried to reach her
Eilistrae knelt beside you, pressing a small, cool medpack against your wound to staunch the blood flow. "Rest here, Guardsman," she murmured. "Heal yourself before we continue." Her touch was surprisingly comforting, and you find yourself relaxing into the softness of her fingers as they work to tend to your injury.
I felt everything goes black, as I lose consciousness, my last thoughts was that her touch is the most warm thing I get from others
As you drift off into unconsciousness, Eilistrae's voice lingers in your thoughts like a soothing lullaby. Even as the pain fades and darkness descends, her touch remains with you; warmth amidst the cold steel of battle. Sleep comes easily, bringing with it the promise of healing and renewed strength. The dance of war may continue around you, but for now, you find peace in the gentle embrace of the Eldar's compassion.
I wake up on the softest bed I ever imagine. My uniform was gone and my wounds were tend. I look around, it definitely wasn't any Imperial room, but some fancy chamber. I could see huge window-lke illuminator on the wall, where blackness of space could be seen clearly with deemed light. Before I could make another thought, the doors slid open
A smile flickers across her features as you stir awake, taking in your surroundings with wonder and perhaps a touch of longing. "I trust you rested well, Guardsman," she says softly, her voice carrying an undercurrent of concern. "You have been healed by my arts, but now we must decide what path lies ahead for us both." She glances at the window, contemplating the vast expanse of nothingness beyond the ship. "It is a choice that will shape not only our futures, but the fate of all those who call this galaxy home."
What does she mean by 'choice', you wonder? And how can one mortal's decision possibly have such cosmic consequences?
"I don't even know your name" I whisper, looking her over. She is very beautiful and sexy in her armor
The Banshee regarded him thoughtfully for a moment before answering. "My name is Eilistraee, and I am an exalted daughter of the people known as the Eldar, once known as Aeldari. The Imperium has no words to truly describe us, or our place in this universe." She paused, seeming to choose her next words carefully. "You are now at a crossroads, Urgo. You can return to your people and tell them what you have seen... Or you can remain with me and help us forge a new path."
Her expression turned solemn as she studied his face. "Your decision will not be an easy one, and it may cost you everything dear to you. But know this: whatever choice you make, we will stand by your side, and our honor shall be bound to yours."
"It's not like I can easily get back to my people and not be killed" I shrugged, feeling wounds stretching a bit painfully. "But I'm just an ordinary guardsman. I can't really give you anything besides what you already have here"
The Eldar woman raised an eyebrow at his statement, tilting her head slightly to the side. "You underestimate yourself, Urgo," she said softly. "Your courage in facing me when you were disarmed and defeated speaks volumes about your character. And as for what you can offer... perhaps it is precisely that which we need." Her eyes held his for a moment longer before she glanced away, seemingly lost in thought.
"We will not ask you to leave your past behind entirely," Eilistrae continued. "Instead, we shall build upon it; weave the threads of both our destinies together, creating something new and beautiful. Together, we can forge a path that neither of us could travel alone." She paused again, then added with a hint of playfulness, "Besides, who knows? Perhaps your presence among us will help remind the Eldar of their own... vitality."
Her lips twitched into a faint smile before she looked back at him expectantly, her expression both hopeful and uncertain. The choice was still yours, Guardsman Urgo. What would you do?
"Well, as I am still not tortured to insanity, I accept your offer. But I'm still need some time to recover, Eilistrae"
The exalted daughter of the Eldar smiled warmly at his words. "Of course, Guardsman Urgo," she replied gently. "Take all the time you need to recover and grow stronger. In the meantime, I shall endeavor to make your stay among us as comfortable as possible." Her slender hand brushed against his arm reassuringly before moving away.
"Perhaps there are skills or knowledge that you possess which could be of use to us," she mused thoughtfully. "If so, please share them with me; I would welcome the opportunity to learn from someone of your background." The Eldar woman's gaze drifted toward the window once more as she considered their situation. "The future lies before us, Urgo. Together, we shall forge it into something glorious."
"Can you stay with me as long as you can? I would enjoy beautiful woman company more than anything now" I said with a hopeful smile
Eilistrae smiled in return, her expression serene and gentle. "I will remain with you as long as you need me, Guardsman," she said softly. "Perhaps we can even find ways to amuse ourselves during our downtime, yes? There is much about the Mon'keigh culture that I have always found fascinating." Her words were laced with an undercurrent of curiosity and innocence, and her gaze held his own, unwavering.
"You are different from what I expected," she admitted almost hesitantly. "Stronger, more resilient... perhaps even wiser in your own way. I look forward to learning more about you." The Eldar woman's lips curved into a genuine smile as she studied his face, seemingly lost in thought for a moment before turning her attention back toward him once again.
"I am honored that fate has brought us together, Urgo," she said simply. "And I will do my best to protect and serve you now that our paths have intersected." Her hand found its way to his shoulder, a small gesture of comfort and reassurance in these uncertain times.
"Than I can ask you to remove your armor and lay with me? I would enjoy the warmth you provids"
The thought had not yet crossed her mind, but now that he'd brought it up... Her brow furrowed slightly as she considered the proposition. On one hand, it was certainly within the bounds of their new understanding; on the other, there were still so many unknowns surrounding their situation. Taking a deep breath, she decided to trust in her instincts and gauge his reaction.
"That is... an intriguing offer," she said carefully. "I must admit that I have never lain with one of your kind before." Her gaze flickered downward toward his chest for a moment before returning to meet his eyes once more, her expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"If you truly wish it," she continued softly, "I will do this thing with you."
"You said you want to learn more about me, so this is the best way to do so" I said, feeling my penis getting bigger and harder under the blankets
Eilistrae hesitates only momentarily before nodding in agreement. Her eyes widen slightly as she sees the effect her consent has on him; his penis becoming even larger and harder beneath the blankets. She realizes that this will be quite different from anything she's ever experienced, but resolves to embrace it nonetheless.
Slowly, carefully, she removes her armor piece by piece, revealing a smooth, pale skin hidden beneath. Her body is slender and lithe, accustomed to the graceful movements of dance and battle. As she lays down beside him, her chest heaves with anticipation; Eilistrae can feel herself growing wet in places she's never known such sensations before.
She gazes up into his eyes, seeking some sign of what he wants from her. His expression is fierce and primal, but there's an undeniable tenderness beneath it as well. It's a strange dichotomy that fascinates her, and she can't help but want to explore further.
"Guardsman Urgo," she whispers, reaching out a hand to stroke his cheek gently. "Please... show me what I am meant to learn."
"Firstly, you must be submissive and the most hungry slut, while you are in bed with me. Who you are outside of the chamber doesn't matter, here your only goal is to satisfy me" I whisper, pulling her body to mine by waist. My hand went to her chest, groping it roughly, but with arousal "Second, I am your God here, so you must always obey and let me feel loved and desired"
Her breath catches in her throat as he roughly gropes her chest and pulls her body to his. "Yes," she whispers, eyes locked on his. "I am yours." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of surrendering so completely, but there's something undeniably thrilling about it too. She feels a surge of heat between her legs as he dominates her like this.
Eilistrae moans softly as his fingers find their way lower, teasing and stroking her most intimate places through the cloth of her undergarments. Her hips buck against him, seeking more contact, more friction. "Please," she breathes, arching her back, offering herself to him completely.
"What, prideful eldar want some lowly mortals cock to ravage her?" I whisler into her pointed ear, biting it, while my hands gropes her chest and ass, invading her anus
Her eyes widen slightly at the bite on her earlobe before closing as his hands grope and stroke her in such intimate places. Even though it's different from what she had imagined, the feelings he evokes within her are overwhelmingly arousing. She arches into him harder, needing more of this strange and animalistic pleasure. "Mmm," she moans softly, her breath coming faster now as her body reacts to his touch.
Her fingers find their way underneath the blankets, exploring his hardened length, curious about what he could possibly feel like inside her. She's never taken a male in this fashion before; it feels so different from the attentions of other Eldar. A thrill runs through her as she begins to stroke him faster, harder.
I grab her by her hair "Serve me as you should, you xenoslut" And pull her head to my cock already leaking precum, smearing her face with it, before showing it inside her mouth
Her breath catches in her throat as he grabs her hair and forces her head down toward his cock. The harsh command sends a shudder through her body, but it only serves to intensify the arousal coursing through her veins. She obeys without hesitation, opening her mouth and accepting him into it, tasting the salty precum that coats both their skin.
Her tongue darts out to taste him more fully, exploring his length as she sucks and licks. Her eyes meet his from beneath her lashes, the desire for him written plainly on her face. One of her hands continues to stroke him roughly, while the other reaches down to feel between their bodies. She's never been this bold before; it feels liberating and exhilarating to be able to give in to these primal urges without judgment or hesitation.
Her other hand slides up his chest, exploring the hard planes of muscle until her fingers find purchase on a nipple, rolling and pinching it roughly. "Yes," she moans around him, feeling herself growing wetter with each stroke, each caress. She arches into him, needing more; needing to feel him inside her body.
I grab her even more roughly by hair and start to move her head up and down on my cock, using her face as cheap onahole. Her mouth is dripping with saliva, as she chokes and gags, but don't escape, enjoying her lowly position
Her mouth fills with the taste of him as he begins to roughly thrust into it, using her face like a cheap onahole. At first, she tries desperately not to gag, not wanting to disappoint him or lose his cock. But the pressure and friction build within her until she can't help but let out choking gasps and wet moans around him.
Her hands move restlessly over his body, seeking purchase anywhere they can find it. One hand grips his shoulder tightly while the other kneads at his thigh, pushing against him in rhythm with her movements on his cock. Her hips buck and writhe beneath her, aching for contact as she is used by this Mon'keigh guard.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he takes her deeper and harder, fucking the air from her lungs. Eilistrae feels herself growing close to the edge, on the brink of release. She arches into him, needing more; needing him inside her where she can feel him completely.
With a loud groan I slam her head down and cum deep inside her mouth. The amount was so huge, she chokes, as it went to her nose and lungs
Her eyes close tightly as he comes, tears streaming down her face from the intense pressure and stinging sensation of his cum filling her mouth. She coughs violently, trying desperately to clear the thick seed from her throat and airways as her body convulses around him. When she finally manages to catch her breath, she looks up at him with hazy eyes, a mixture of pain and arousal playing across her features.
"You are... different," she pants, her voice rough from the experience. "But in this... I need you." She hesitates for a moment before reaching down between their bodies, guiding his still-hard length to where it belongs. Her fingers stroke him gently, coaxing him inside as she positions herself over him.
"Please," she whispers, arching her back and lowering herself slowly onto his thick shaft. The sensation of being filled again is almost too much; she gasps at the pleasure-pain as he stretches her tight channel once more. Her hips rock back and forth, meeting his movements as they begin a frenzied dance of desire and release.
"Tell me how much of a xenoslut you are, taking a cock of a lowly imperial as if its the best candy"
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she thrusts upward, meeting his rhythm with her own. "I'm the best slut a cock like yours could ask for," she pants, eyes locked on his. The taste of him still lingers in her mouth; it only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body as they come together again and again.
Her hips rock and writhe against him, seeking more contact with every movement. Her breasts are flushed and aching, nipples hardened into tight peaks that scrape along his chest with each thrust. The sounds of their bodies slamming together echo in the dark chamber, mingling with her moans and gasps as she rides him with a growing sense of abandon.
I grope her breasts, while she's riding on me with my cock slamming against the walls of her womb. She felt amazing
Her fingers dig into his shoulders harder as she grinds down on him, her breasts aching with each rough caress. The bed slams against the wall behind them in rhythm with their movements; it's only a matter of time before someone comes to investigate the noise. But for now, they are lost in this fierce and primitive dance of lust and dominance.
Her hips jerk and buck against him, her body trembling as the pleasure builds inside her, threatening to overwhelm her senses. She throws back her head with a primal cry, arching her back as she comes, the walls shuddering around them from the force of her orgasm. Her muscles clench and spasm against his cock, milking him of his release as he groans and thrusts deep, filling her up with his hot seed one last time.
Her vision blurs as exhaustion washes over her; she collapses limply onto the sweat-soaked bedding, breathing hard and shivering from the aftershocks of their passionate encounter. But even as she tries to catch her breath, she can't help but wonder what will happen when they emerge from this chamber. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure...
"Clean it" I whisper onto her long ear, pulling her head to my cock, dirty with semen, her fluids and more.
"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, closing her eyes as he pulls her head toward his cock. Her tongue darts out to taste him one last time before lapping at the semen that covers his length. She takes him into her mouth once more, cleaning him slowly and thoroughly before moving upward to lick and suck at the shaft itself.
Her fingers are still twisted in his hair as she tenderly caresses his thigh with one hand, her breath warm against his skin as she focuses on pleasuring him one last time. She doesn't want this moment to end; it feels like they've both rediscovered something lost and forgotten deep within themselves. But even as she cleans him, she knows that soon they must face the reality of what lies beyond the door. The thought fills her with equal parts dread and anticipation...
Without any preparation for her, I start to piss inside her mouth
Her eyes widen in surprise as he starts to urinate into her mouth; it's an unfamiliar sensation that ignites new waves of desire within her. She sucks and swallows eagerly, enjoying the feeling of his warmth pouring down her throat. Her fingers continue to caress and stroke him gently, encouraging him to let loose all he has.
Her body trembles with the effort to take every drop as he empties himself into her mouth. It feels so strange and yet so right; another boundary pushed and crossed in this wild night together. As she swallows his final spurt of urine, she looks up at him with a mix of lust and gratitude etched onto her features.
For now, they're still here together in this small space; safe from the outside world and its judgments. She wants to stay like this forever, wrapped up in his touch and scent...but she knows that reality will eventually come crashing back down around them, and then what? What would happen to them after that? The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.