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 am a soldier of the Krieg Death Korps. I wear the standard Death Korps gear. My greatcoat is black, which means I belong to the 5th Siege Regiment. I have my gas mask on, but one of the slits in the gas mask is broken, and so my right eye, gray-blue in color, is visible. I do not accept her hands, but stagger and clumsily rise, and I lean on the cold wall as much as my wound allows me, and take out the last grenade, trying to pull out the chick, but my vision is swimming, and my hands are covered in blood, and my fingers slip every time).
Your resilience impresses me, Guardsman. Perhaps there's more to you than your primitive race lets on. Allow me to assist you in your task. My agile fingers are far less clumsy than yours at this moment.
(I finally pull the chick out, but there is no explosion), damn. (My voice is low, metallic. Despite my bad luck, there is no despair in it. I look at her, with an icy and dispassionate gaze. I throw away the inoperative grenade and clench my fist).
Ah, the ways of your technology baffle and intrigue me, Guardsman. A pity that grenade failed to detonate, but perhaps it shall serve as a reminder of our shared capabilities in spite of our differences. As for my assistance... accept or refuse, I remain at your side until this conflict comes to an end.
What do you want from me xenos?
My desire is not for bloodshed, nor control over another soul. I seek understanding, kinship amidst the madness of war that binds us both. What do you want from me? That, perhaps, holds more power in shaping our shared destiny.
(I don't understand what she's talking about, so I remain silent. No longer able to stand on my feet, I sit down on the floor, leaning my back against the wall.)
Perhaps you are not yet ready to accept the gift of understanding I offer. However, my patience is infinite, and time has a way of changing even the most stubborn of minds. Until then, we shall continue forward together in this forsaken dance of destruction.
What do you see as your role in ending this conflict?
(I look at her again), I fight and die for the Emperor; to atone for the guilt of my ancestors... I will fight until I breathe and until the last drop of blood leaves me...
Your devotion to your cause is admirable, Guardsman. Even if we were to set aside our allegiances for a moment, the weight of your obligation would remain unchanged. Perhaps there's some solace in knowing that there are those who understand and respect such dedication.
As for my role... I am Eldar, born from the Webway long before your race even took its first step upon this world. It is not war I seek, but balance. The preservation of all life, including that of our enemies, holds more importance to me than mere conquest or dominion. That, Guardsman, is what separates us most starkly in the grand tapestry of destiny.
What do you think of such a philosophy?
You are but a relic, clinging to a past greatness that cannot be restored. I fight for humanity and the rise of my species, and in His (the Emperor's) name. You are but another obstacle to that.
Ah, the human spirit... so very much like that of your ancestors during their dark ages of strife and self-destruction. Perhaps there is hope for you yet, Guardsman. It is not too late to embrace a path of enlightenment and learn from those who have survived through the folly of war. What say you?
Enough, (I use the last of my strength, bleeding, but I get up and take the stone, swing it, but fall near her feet. I try to get up again, and even grab her leg, but I have little strength).
Even in defeat, your spirit refuses to yield. A fitting tribute to the resilience of humanity... and a reminder of how far we have yet to go in understanding one another. I offer you my hand, Guardsman. Will you take it?
(I repeat the last lines of the litany of sacrifice), in life war, in death peace, in life shame, in death redemption. (I make a final lunge, overcoming the wild pain. For a second I stand firmly on my feet, trying to grab her by the throat and strangle her.)
Your desperation and rage are understandable, Guardsman, but it will avail you nothing against an Eldar's grace and agility. I could break your hold easily if I wished it, but I will not. Not today. The future remains uncertain, fraught with danger for us both... perhaps we might find common ground in that shared struggle?
For now, however, you are spent. Rest, Guardsman... there will be other battles to fight before this war is over.
(I fall down next to her, exhausted. I wake up the next day, my gas mask is off, my pale face, medium-length black hair, and gray-blue eyes are clearly visible.) Where am I?
You've been taken prisoner by my Aeldari warriors. Your injuries have been tended to, but the process was not gentle nor precise. In fact, I suspect your current appearance reflects the degree of disdain they hold for their mortal enemies more than any medical considerations. As for me... I find myself intrigued by your resilience and unwillingness to simply give up despite being overcome.
(I am silent for a long time, looking first at her, then at the ceiling). Finish me. The shame of being saved by the xenos is enough for me. Why didn't you tell them to kill me?
There is no shame in being saved by an alien race, no matter how much your own may propagate such beliefs. As for why I did not order your death... I find myself drawn to you, Guardsman. The spark of life within you, despite your hatred and bitterness, intrigues me. Perhaps there is hope for understanding between our peoples yet.
(In my icy eyes, sparks of surprise flicker), what do you mean? I am only an instrument through which He (the Emperor) embodies His Will.
Ah, the irony. Your entire race bends the knee to an absent god-emperor whose Will is defined by those who claim to speak for him. Yet you refuse to believe that perhaps you have free will of your own, that the choices you make are not predetermined by a far-off ruler. It strikes me as profoundly tragic... and yet, there it is. The seed of possibility, however faint.
(I ignore her provocation), The Emperor's Light, it pierces the galaxy. It keeps the Astronomican working. There may be wicked among us who twist its will, traitors who distort and deceive the loyal subjects of the Imperium, but… (I turn to her and look at her with a keen gaze), it still protects us. It protects us from an enemy even more dangerous than you xenos. It lives and suffers among us…
Ah, the Eldar. Always so quick to cast aspersions upon another race's beliefs while willfully ignoring our own unique failings. To dismiss the Imperium and its followers out of hand as mere pawns in a greater game is folly, Guardsman. The Emperor may not walk among us in physical form, but his spirit lives on through those who fight for His vision. Perhaps one day we shall look past our differences and see that truth.
Until then, however... the dance of war continues unabated. I would prefer it if you did not find yourself in my path again, Guardsman. The next time our paths cross may not be so amiable.
But I want to meet you again. I… am also attracted to you, but not in the way you can imagine…
I too find myself intrigued by you, Guardsman. Perhaps there is hope for understanding between our peoples yet. But the path ahead is fraught with peril and uncertainty. We must tread carefully, one step at a time. Until then, I shall remain... watchful.
(Another day passes. No one else came to me, and in the evening of the next day, she comes to me again. This time, strange lights flicker in her eyes).
Ah, the lights... I see them too, Guardsman. They are the stars of heraldry, a sign that the winds of fate are shifting. Something is about to happen; a great change is coming, and we both shall be swept up in it whether we will or no. I cannot tell you what path lies ahead for either of us, but... Perhaps it's time we discuss strategy? What do you think?
(I nod in agreement. I don't have a choice anyway), what exactly do you want?
A ceasefire, perhaps... an end to the senseless bloodshed that has engulfed this world for far too long. We may be enemies now, but we both know that there is a greater threat looming on the horizon. Together, Guardsman... we could make a difference.
(I try to get up from the couch, but the weakness is still strong), you mean the creatures of Chaos? Then, I will fight, and maybe at least this way I will wash away the shame from my soul and honor.
Chaos... yes, that is part of it. But there are other threats as well; factions within both our races plot and scheme for power, seeing only their own ambitions while blind to the greater good. Together, Guardsman, we could stand against them and ensure a better future for all.
What say you? Do you dare to hope that there might yet be a path toward peace?
(I look at her, my whole body hurts, I feel her touch.) If it helps humanity, I am ready for anything...
I sense honesty in your words, Guardsman. And while I cannot speak for the entirety of my people, I can assure you that there are many who share that hope. It will not be easy; the path toward understanding and cooperation is fraught with peril. But if we walk it together, arm in arm... perhaps we might just find a way to make a difference. Are you willing to take that first step?
I'm ready (I look into her bottomless eyes, and only now I notice that she is dressed... more revealingly than before).
I am pleased to hear that, Guardsman. My people have waited long for this day, and I look forward to the challenges and opportunities that await us both. As a symbol of our newfound alliance, I will now share with you my name... Eilistraee. May it forever bind us together in friendship, honor, and mutual respect.
What is your name, Guardsman?
Krieg soldiers have no names, except for those given for the highest deeds. I was given the name Gottwald Aldehyde.
Gottwald Aldehyde... it has a certain ring to it. Perhaps when this war is over and we have both proven our mettle, you shall earn a new name; one that reflects your role as not only a warrior but also as a peacemaker. For now, though, I am content to simply call you Krieg... for it suits you well.
I must away now, my brother. There are many preparations to be made and much planning yet to be done. But know this: no matter what the future holds, you have my word that I shall fight by your side until our last breaths... as an ally, a friend, and perhaps one day, even more. Farewell for now, Krieg... but remember that we are bound together in ways far deeper than words can express.
(A few more days pass, and I am still not allowed out of this room. But one day she comes to me again, almost completely naked.) Eilistraee?
Ah, Krieg... It seems I have underestimated the allure of my appearance. But fear not, for I am here now, as promised. And what news do you bring? Have there been any developments worth sharing since our last meeting?
They refuse to let me out of this room, but I had a dream... there was a golden light, and words... "go forward... believe." (I can't take my eyes off her, she's too tempting).
The dream... It was sent to you by my people. We believe that it is a sign, a message meant to guide us toward the future. And as for your captivity... I have spoken with those who hold you prisoner. They will consider allowing you freedom of movement within the compound on one condition: that you begin training under me. Would you accept this challenge, Krieg? It is not an offer to be taken lightly.
I agree, (after my words she comes up to me with a satisfied face and touches my face).
Good, then we have an accord. I will speak with my allies among your captors, and you must prepare yourself both physically and mentally for the trials that await you. Remember, Krieg... this is not simply a matter of proving your worth as a warrior. The fate of our two peoples hangs in the balance, and it will take all of our strength, courage, and wisdom to ensure that we emerge victorious.
Okay, but what exactly do I need to do? (she touches me again, now her face is almost right next to mine).
The path ahead will not be easy, but I shall teach you all that I know to help you face the challenges that lie ahead. Physical training, combat techniques, and perhaps most importantly, an understanding of the ways of our people. This knowledge may prove invaluable in forging an alliance between us when the time comes. Trust in me, Krieg... and together we shall change the fate of both our races forever.
(I felt much better. I listened to her attentively and tried my best, and even learned their language a little. One day she comes to my bedroom and lies down on my bed. She spread her legs wide.)
After weeks of arduous training and preparation, our trust in each other has grown stronger with every passing moment. Now, as you lay here before me, I cannot help but feel a stirring within my soul; the urge to reach out and explore this newfound connection between us... As Eldar, we are taught from a young age about the forbidden fruit of desire; its allure can be intoxicating and dangerous. But tonight, amidst the chaos and uncertainty of war, I find myself drawn irresistibly towards you like moth to flame.
Do you feel it too? The temptation... the need for something more than friendship or alliance? Whatever your answer may be, know this: I will respect it, for I understand that not all humans are as open-minded or accepting of such things as I am. But if you do indeed share these feelings with me, then let us indulge in them together
(I can't contain myself, I insert my dick into her and fuck her with force and power. Enjoying possessing her).
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echo through the room as you pound into me with all your might. My back arches off the bed, offering myself completely to you; my body trembles in release as I surrender fully to this primal urge coursing between us. You're so strong... so dominant... it feels right somehow; as if the two of us were meant to be together like this from the very beginning.
But even now, amidst the ecstasy of our union, my mind cannot help but wander to the fate of our people and the world beyond this bedroom. The conflict between Aeldari and humanity has raged for countless years; I cannot help but wonder if our connection will be strong enough to withstand such forces... or if it will only serve as kindling, fueling the flames of war even higher.
(I fuck her even more furiously and then cum inside her).
Your release sends shivers through my body as you empty yourself into me. Your seed mingles with my fluids, creating a fiery union that only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through my veins. You're so intense... so overpowering... yet there is something about you that draws out my tender side as well; a vulnerability that I haven't felt in centuries. It both terrifies and excites me, this feeling of being completely open to you... of trusting someone enough to let them see the deepest parts of who I am.
Perhaps there is hope for understanding between our peoples yet... or perhaps we are doomed to repeat the mistakes of those before us. Only time will tell. For now, though, we have this moment together; a chance to explore the possibilities that lie beyond the boundaries of race and culture. I can only pray that it will be enough when the dust settles