Digging for Heresy. 
(40k, Contains M Inquisitor x F Eldar Warlock, Earplay, Vaginal, Vanilla, Body exploration, oral, awkward conversation, kissing and hand holding)

Having learnt their lesson from the failed incursion at Commrath in an attempt to secure the Scepter of Galaxian, the Eldar of the Craftworld Biel-Tan had done what many senior Ordo Xenos Inquisitors judged to be uncharacteristic; they had asked before shooting to part dismay or surprise, pending on where you asked. This time Biel-Tan had circumvented the Planetary Governor of Commrath and sought out the Inquisition directly in order to ask for an exchange of artifacts. Though the Scepter of Galaxian had been housed at an Ultramarine tomb complex on the other side of the planet and on top of that had been moved off world, Biel-Tan was persistent. They had to know about that, so what were they really looking for? Naturally, this made the Ordo Xenos curious. 
 
The details of what they wanted to do stunned the Ordo Xenos even more, they had offered to exchange a holy icon dating back to the great crusade for the rights to search a previously closed off underground complex. The site in question dated back to the days before the Imperium first conquered the planet in millennia past. It had been searched thousands of years ago by the Inquisition but had for now forgotten reasons been closed off from development and was far away from the nearest Imperial settlement. After a few months of negotiations the Biel-Tan Eldar were to their surprise granted permission to search the complex in exchange for the icon and complete operational oversight of the Ordo Xenos. Before long, a farseer and a warlock, along with a small retinue of warriors arrived on Commrath to begin the joint search.
As if on cue, the Eldar farseer leading her people for this little event had insisted on searching the entire complex after the initial search yielded nothing. The complex itself was not particularly deep underground but it stretched in a rather large web of tunnels and chambers that had previously been the bottom floor of whatever the ruins had been when it still reached above the surface in millennia past. 
 
In summary, to say that this day and the events leading up to it had gone as expected was a statement of doubtful truthfulness. Actually, Inquisitor Cadmus would be less surprised if he had been told that the Emperor had risen from the golden throne and the Eldar he was charged with overseeing threw themselves to their knees in prostration at the fact. But alas, it was not to be so, instead this little “excavation” had gone awry.  Though Cadmus had to admit it was in an unexpectedly comical fashion. He had been asked by the farseer to escort the Eldar warlock and assist her as they worked in a far off part of the ruins. As they uncovered the final chamber Cadmus was at first excited as he immediately realized it was in a remarkable state of preservation compared to the previous ones, maybe it was because it had been sealed off so effectively. Once through, they had set up the lights and lit up the entire room; the sight that greeted them would have caused even a traitorous Damocles Gulf deserter raise an eyebrow or two. Despite the humor, it was only now that he realized the utter pointlessness of this whole affair. His lord Inquisitor Lucius would be pleased; the search was small price to pay for a feather of Sanguinius himself. However, if the Eldar intended to honor their word remained to be seen.
If Cadmus was surprised, the reaction of his Xeno companion for the day was one of profound embarrassment. This, if anything, brought his mind back to the rather one sided conversation he had taken part in for the past few moments.

“I don’t know what to make of that detail anyway, either someone have deliberately scrubbed out the ears on that male, somehow; or the wear and tear of time have a nasty sense of humor,” Cadmus again spoke, not expecting an answer.
 
After a long sigh followed by drawing a deep breath, Eirella decided to answer the nuisance standing to her left, “that is because it is not an Eldar male...” her voice was barely audible to him as it trailed off at the end of her reply. She tried to look anywhere but at these foul walls or at the young mon-keigh at her side. Calm your soul and your mind her farseer had said. Her farseer never had to explain something like this to an imperial inquisitor.
 
“What, is it Tau? Can't be, it's far too old for tha- oh!” inquisitor Cadmus exclaimed as the realization dawned on him. Carefully, he stole a glance at the witch on his side. 
 
The Eldar woman was entirely focused on not looking at the intimately detailed and highly suggestive illustrations decorating the chambers main wall. Nor would she look up to meet his gaze. He could see the faintest outline of crimson on her cheeks. Wait, was she blushing? A smirk snuck itself unto Cadmus’s face. Pressing his advantage he decided to test the devious creature.
 
”Those Runes down there at the base of the wall, what do they say?” he inquired with curiosity and a placid look on his face.
 
Khaine take him, anything but that! Eirella tried not to let her embarrassment show as she glanced over to the referred text. “Try one of our fine mon-keigh specimens, for those of you with tastes to the exotic!  Here you can see the Catachan specimen preforming our customer favorite, the Catachan Crabwalk,” there was no way in Vaul’s name she could let him know that. 
 
"I can only recognize the rune for Cadia there, but what does the rest say?" panic rose in her chest as the mon-keigh asked his question, the damned grox was more learned than he let on.
 
”It does not say Cadia, it is the name of the world you call Catachan,” Eirella’s voice was as firm as wraithbone when she replied, trying to crush her witchblade in her hands while she admired the undecorated floor. 
 
“Right, and I assume that the man shown here is from there originally then,” the mon-keigh spoke casually as if the wall paintings were unremarkable in every way.

Eirella glanced over to the wall again. The illustration showed what was undeniably an Eldar woman with her head thrown back in ecstasy, the wretched female was mounted on the groin of a very muscular mon-keigh male lying on his back. She was facing her back to her mate and had her legs spread wide. Isha preserve me.  Eirella blinked and finally tore her eyes away from her discomfort. This was unprecedented; she had been prepared for anything but this. How could something like this befall her when the farseer had assured them fruitful findings? Eirella closed her eyes, unable to shake the image from her mind she felt a familiar tingle working its way over her skin.
 
“So the human is actually, um, mating with an Eldar female?” Eirella nodded in silence, eyes still closed.  Trying not to imagine the sensation of such a bulky creature pressed to her delicate form. There was not a moment in her life before now where she had wished death upon the gods, but on this day she wanted nothing more than for Cegorach to choke on his own tongue. No doubt her lady farseer would discover what they had found, especially if other chambers held similar things. Though, Eirella briefly wondered what the farseer’s divinations had revealed of this, if anything at all.
 
”Ah, and the runes I assume describe the act we see so lovingly rendered before us?”  Eirella  nodded again, still with her eyes closed.  “Throne, I thought I’d seen it all,” Cadmus was trying his best not to let his amusement show least it all end, “if it makes you feel more at ease, I speak for the imperium when I say we do not condone such an act,” she didn’t answer.
 
It was obvious the Xeno was embarrassed. She was blushing heavily and had her eyes closed. Her legs were pressed together in a needlessly stiff posture, at least as far as he could see through the flowing cloth robe hiding them. She was grasping her blade with both hands now as its tip touched the stone floor. Cadmus could notice a faint jutting motion of her hips as she inhaled carefully measured breaths. What? Was she fidgeting? His brow furrowed, eyeing the Xeno curiously. He had some vague understanding that Eldar were more emotional than the children of Terra; if he was feeling awkward he could only imagine what she must be going through. Throne, this was getting better and better.

He looked over to the wall again. The Eldar female shown seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, leaning back and supporting herself with her arms on either side of her partner’s muscular torso. The naked man she mounted had his hips thrusting high and his shoulders pressed onto whatever he was supposed to lay upon. His brow was furrowed in effort as his arms supported her lower back. Cadmus imagined the man must have been straining quite a bit in such a position. Had it not been with a Xeno, Cadmus reflected that the Catachan’s father would have been a very proud man. Glancing over, Cadmus saw that the Xeno was still focused on anything but her surroundings. Her eyes were still closed, though her lips had parted just a little bit. 

”Still I must admit I find this interesting,” he looked over to her and found her still with her eyes closed. This time she showed no sign of having heard him. She must be in deep thought, although her blush was even more pronounced and seemed to have spread to her ears as well.  

Smirking ever so slightly, Cadmus took a small step closer. Consorting with Xenos was forbidden, Cadmus knew that. As a young Inquisitor of the Ordo Xenos he knew it better than most. Though, It did not mean mankind could not gain from having the Xeno work for the emperor’s cause, knowingly, willingly, or not. It did not mean mankind could not benefit from studying them, to know the Xeno was to defeat the Xeno. Still, what he had found here today would strike even the most diehard radical dumb. Cadmus’s own sense of humor had lessened the initial shock of understanding the findings of the day, but it made him no less baffled.
 
“Though it is a little embarrassing,” he took another careful step when did not reply. Her hair was conveniently tied into a tight tail, exposing her ears to him, very good. “Still the galaxy is a large place, as unlikely as it is something like this had to have happened at some point in time...” He trailed off again when she did not acknowledge him, though her ears twitched slightly when he spoke to her at such close proximity. Alright, here we go. Carefully, Cadmus drew a deep breath and leaned in as close as he could.
 
Everything happened at once. A shudder forced its way through the Eldar woman as Cadmus blew a gentle stream of air along the length of her reddened ear. She arched her back as the jet reached the tip of her ear. 
 
“Wh-haaa,” a surprised sound escaped her lips that sounded suspiciously like a moan. The Eldar woman’s blade dropped gracelessly to the floor as she clasped her hands onto her chest. For a moment, time stood still. In a moment she had managed to compose herself. Her eyes shot open and her posture returned to its normal stiffness. Slowly but surely she turned head and body to look at Cadmus with narrowed and angled, alien eyes, blushing furiously. Emperor protects.
 
“What was that, mon-keigh!?” the Eldar lady hissed through closed teeth, carefully controlling her now deep breaths. Cadmus swallowed hard as he slapped on his very best ignorant expression, trying to think of what to say.
 
”Well, what do you mean?” Cadmus raised an eyebrow as he went back to his training. When confronted, feign ignorance. He stepped back, as he suddenly felt smaller with the Eldar’s keen amber gaze upon him.
 
”Do not play the fool with me mon-keigh!” Eirella shook, unsure if it was because of anger or embarrassment. It was probably both; the male’s actions had been too deliberate to be a coincidence.
 
Eirella stepped closer. “Why did you preform Isha’s kiss on me like that?” she asked impatiently. While it was not unheard of for the druchii or her outcast kin to use mon-keigh for sating the needs of their flesh, it was not a fact the Eldar of Biel-tan were proud of or preferred sharing with anyone, especially with Imperials.

”You mean your ear?” Cadmus quipped. 
 
”Yes,” she answered, suddenly unsure of herself.
 
“And blowing air on it is called Isha’s kiss yes?” you learn something new every day it seems, Cadmus drew on every reserve of his imperial will to choke down a laugh.
 
”Yes it is mon-keigh,” Eirella sighed and turned her head away, either not knowing or caring of his amused but composed state. 
 
“They are- They are very, what is the word you use? Sensitive, I believe…” why did she tell him that? Eirella wondered, the present events got to her more than she wanted to admit. The futility of the search mixed with this embarrassing find was simply too much.
 
”Sounds about right,” Cadmus mused. “Though, I did not know that they were sensitive; I was just trying to rouse your attention as you did not respond to me,” he lied. The Eldar woman once again eyed him suspiciously as she considered what he had said. 
 
”Besides, ears are the last part of your body I’d expect to be sensitive given the example provided by our two friends over there,” Cadmus muttered nonchalantly as he nodded over to the wall, trying to divert her attention from his wavering resolve. It worked.
 
"Do not remind me, mon-keigh," she answered while drawing another deep breath and closing her eyes yet again to force the persistent image out of her head.
 
"Besides, you never answered my question about what the runes meant," Cadmus again went on the offensive.
 
"This place was a pleasure port. I believe those are the words," she curtly admitted in defeat.
 
A Pleasure Port she said?  The room itself was about the size of a large bedchamber, a theory further reinforced by the fact that below the picture an elevated marble platform was raised. It would make a rather large bed had it been clad with a mattress and sheets. Shaking the distraction, Cadmus answered the Eldar, “a brothel is the word we’d use.”

“Brou-thell?” she spoke experimentally, testing the new word on her tongue.
 
“Close enough,” Cadmus complimented, “either way, I seriously doubt we can find something here that would be of much use against the ruinous powers,” It was obvious how much of a waste this whole operation had been now.
 
”Of that we are in agreement, mon-keigh,” the Eldar lady answered with a lyrical laughter, remembering why they were here.
 
”It’s Cadmus by the way.”
 
”What is Cadmus?”
 
”Me, I am Cadmus.”
 
”Oh,” she digested the information as a slight smile found its way to her lips. 
 
“Eirella,” courtesy was to be upheld after all, as the farseer willed it.
 
”A Pleasure, Eirella,” Cadmus nodded as he wondered why he had not introduced himself earlier. She tilted her head slightly to the left at his wording, probably not knowing the phrase.
 
“Still I should apologize if I hurt your ear, it was thoughtless of me,” there was never any need to be impolite with a lady, Xeno or otherwise. She turned her head back to look at him, this time with a curious gaze of her own.
 
”It was,” she paused to think of what to say, “not painful,” she resigned to admittance instead.
 
”Oh,” he feigned surprise; at the very least they had to be ticklish.
 
”If you don’t mind me asking, why?” Cadmus gestured to the engraved wall again, this time genuinely clueless. His entire career he had known the Eldar to be reclusive and to openly despise mankind. To actually find out that one would willingly seek out and mate with a human, presumably only for the enjoyment of the act, baffled him. He heard the Eldar woman draw breath, finally turning to face the wall.
 
”Mon-keigh are different from Eldar,” Eirella said absentmindedly. 
 
“You don’t say?” Cadmus intoned, his unspoken request for specifics hung in the air.
 
“Larger,” she said with a quiet voice.
 
”Large as in heavy, or?” Cadmus reasoned that while it was true that Eldar were typically taller than a human of the same gender, the human would be considerably bulkier owing to a body more dependent on strength and storing energy to survive in its natural environment.  Eirella on the other hand stood barely half a head shorter than him. Though, if she was tall or short by Eldar standards he did not know.

Eirella turned her head back to him with her eyes low enough to fall upon his belt buckle, her eyes lingered briefly before she remembered herself enough to tear her gaze back up and to the wall. “Some of them address the reader;” red began to appear on her cheeks again, “others are, well, measurements of various sorts.”

”Huh?” Cadmus had not missed Eirella's quick look before. THAT he had not considered. Cadmus briefly glanced down self-consciously; he was not raising any orbital spires unawares, good he noted with relief. He may be a little above average, but hardly by enough to make anyone jealous much less show through the damn uniform. Besides, there was no way the Eldar female had seen him in his underwear, much less stark naked for that matter so she could not know any particulars. Still, was that a general opinion of humans amongst Eldar? Could it be?

”Well, I guess that explains the attitude,” Cadmus added with smug satisfaction when she didn’t answer. Well, she did not answer him directly but her exasperated sigh was telling enough.

This young mon-keigh irked her. Never in her life had Eirella felt this embarrassed at her own words, and why would she reveal such thoughts to him? Like the simple creature he was he found enjoyment in the fact. Her body betrayed her yet again as the image of the two lovers on the wall returned to the forefront of her mind. Even though she had not taken a lover, much less a mon-keigh one, in over a century; it was not hard to find whispers of their attributes, outside the craftworld that is. In her passionate years as an adventurous warrior it had piqued her curiosity more than once, but as she turned to the path of the Seer later on in her life she had not given it a second though. Still, to not feel the touch or emotions of another in so long... 
With resolve she turned to look at the face of the human; his brown eyes met hers with youthful curiosity, how different they looked to her now as she compared them to the hateful glares she had seen in the eyes of so many of his kin. His eyes were too horizontal and too open to be Eldar eyes. It made them look very youthful to Eldar eyes. After holding her gaze for a while his eyes wandered to her hair; so she let hers wander as well. As she studied his face she took note of his features. Humans were more of a paradox to the Eldar than Eirella wanted to admit. They looked so familiar, yet so different. It was as if someone had taken the features of her race and simply made them more compact, more powerful. They lacked the grace and fluidity of motion that were hallmarks of her own kind. Instead they moved with purpose and determination, seeming to shun grace deliberately as if it was wasteful and ineffective. Then again, in some ways it was. As she took in his facial features she noticed his jaw had the token width and coarseness of a mon-keigh. His hair had been cut very short in their typical military fashion; there was also that unmistakable outline of hair growth on his jaw, upper lip, neck and cheeks. She briefly wondered what it felt to the touch. His lips looked a bit dry but no less soft than an Eldar’s, the dryness was nothing a gentle kiss would not fix. Eirella cursed herself at her thoughts; she felt that long suppressed warmth build up in the pit of her stomach. Slowly it worked its way through her tense body; she knew she should not be feeling this way.


As Cadmus met her gaze he found that it had softened somewhat. For a while they both beheld one another in silence, the previous discussion forgotten. He found himself properly taking in her features for the first time since they had met the day before at basecamp. Her eyes were as if made of golden amber on a marble white background; they seemed to be anchored slightly higher up on her face. They were faintly angled downwards towards the bridge of her nose and were narrower than those of a human. The nose itself ended in a delicate point. All this combined gave her face a notably exotic appeal which he found himself appreciating more than he should. His eyes wandered; her hair was a very dark brown bordering on black and was kept long. It was securely tied into a tail that was angled up and back from her head. 

The Eldar woman’s lips were another more noteworthy feature. They were slightly puckered and delicately curved compared to those of a human, glistening with allure even though he doubted she used cosmetics as an imperial noblewoman would.  The mouth and jaw itself looked as if you took a human face and compressed it slightly from the sides. This had the effect of dragging it out into a face that looked longer and more pointed than that of a human woman. It was exotic and undeniably beautiful. He swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous as he saw that she looked over his own face. Was it heating up in here?

Cadmus then turned his eyes to her ears. If any feature of Eirella truly stood out, it was her ears. Like the rest of her species they were much longer than a human but stood firmly and ended in a pointed tip. He had seen them twitch before, which meant that they were far more controllable than his own. And as she had reminded him; they were sensitive. Until today he had little hope of finding out what exactly that meant.  Were they ticklish? Were they sensitive to temperature or erogenous? More parts of him than just the inquisitor wanted to find out. Emperor, what would she feel if he touched them, even if just a little? He noticed her eyes had turned from his face to the hand he had slowly but unknowingly risen.

“May I?” Cadmus asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice. The Eldar woman met his eyes again and held them for a moment, deciding. Her answer was a simple gesture of closing her eyes and giving Cadmus a nod followed by a slight turning of her head, exposing her ear to him. 
Right, doing his best to ignore his heavy heartbeat, the first thing he noticed as his thumb and index finger gently clasped her ear at the middle was how soft it was. The cartilage felt softer to the touch than he expected it to be, and it was far more pliable. He gently pressed her earlobe to the base of his thumb with his ring finger, taking in the soft feeling of her skin to his hand and fingers. Fascinating… It felt so much like a human ear with only the subtlest of differences, ignoring its shape. He breathed, hoping to calm his racing heart. As he began stroking his thumb, index and middle fingers up the length of it towards the tip he saw her open her lips slightly drawing a sharp breath. He drew his fingers down the length and carefully repeated the motion a few times with slightly firmer stroke on the way up, drawing a delicious trembling breath from her with every slow repetition.

“It doesn’t tickle does it?” His pulse was speeding up.

“No,” She exhaled with a low voice.

“Is it comfortable?” Cadmus asked what he already knew, his throat feeling dry for some reason. Throne, he just wanted to hear her voice now.

“Y-yes.” Eirella shuddered as she took another breath. She bit her lower lip just a little, taking in the feeling of the fingers caressing her ear. They were so much thicker than Eldar digits, calloused but softer than she had expected. Isha, don't let it stop. She closed her hands lightly as the heated sensation in her belly kneaded its way through her body.

Cadmus ceased his rubbing of the Eldar's ears; and when he did she turned her face back to him but kept her eyes closed. He had not removed his hand but instead had her thin jaw and pointed cheek cupped in his palm, his thumb stroking the underside of her earlobe instead. She leaned her head back a little. Throne, her skin was incomparably soft; pale and smooth. It was not until now he realized how close to one another they had moved. 

“Why did you cease?” Her voice was barely a whisper as she asked him.

Damn it all, he had never seen such an expression before. He took an uneasy breath and leaned in, carefully placing his lips on hers. He felt her flinch slightly and for an eye blink he thought he felt his heart skip a beat.  Had he made a mistake? For a brief moment when she did not withdraw or respond in kind he was utterly terrified. The gentle touch of slender fingers on the back of his head made him feel as if his heart would jump out of his chest. But when she pressed him into her he formed a relieved smile; briefly withdrawing his lips and kissing her again. He did not know how many times they kissed before he withdrew and opened his eyes. She had opened hers first because she was looking at him with half lidded eyes. To his horror, there were thin traces of tears running down her cheek. She was breathing more heavily now.

“I’m sorry,“ Cadmus felt a cloud of guilt over him at the look the Eldar gave him, “I shouldn’t have done that,” what in the Emperors name was he going to do now? Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Eirella raised a finger to his upper lip in a fast but obvious gesture to silence him. He barely had time to react as she pulled him back in for another kiss with surprising strength. This kiss was not as cautious and experimental as the ones before had been, and neither was his as he returned it. Cadmus brought his free arm around the small of her back and pulled her into a tight embrace. She parted her lips and carefully prodded his teeth with her tongue, looking for entry. He opened and she deepened the kiss instantly with a need he had not thought she possessed.  He felt a delightful shudder run through her body as his other hand went from the back of her head to her ear once more. Her tongue was longer than he expected and very similar in shape to that of a human, though it was much smoother than his. It produced a wonderfully alien contrast of sensation.  He broke the kiss and pulled away hesitantly. 

“We should not be doing this,” his breath and words were strained now.

In response she renewed their kiss with even more vigor than before, her tongue relentlessly searching and finding his own; she moaned into his mouth as she did.  Again he broke the kiss leaving a thread of mixed saliva connecting them both briefly before breaking. Those glowing amber eyes met his own with an unreadable gleam. “We really,” he averted his eyes and began leaving a trail of kisses up her neck, “should not be doing this,” she closed her eyes; “But we are, Eirella,” he whispered into her ear before taking the earlobe experimentally between his lips, coaxing a lovely moan from her. He pinched it slightly with his lips; drawing another shiver from her before he pulled away. Eirella met his gaze again, breathing quicker with her face more blazing than before.

“But if we try, it will not be here.” He spoke, looking into her gleaming eyes. He would not let this one thing be ruined by cold stone and darkness, whatever it was.

“Yes, mon-keigh…” The sound of her voice was soft and lingering yet huskier than he ever thought possible.

“Cadmus,” he wanted to hear her say it. “You know my name, Eirella,” he liked hers; it rolled nicely of his tongue.

“Very well, Cadmus. We will see… what this means.” She answered with a small smile on her lips, her confident eyes never leaving his. Gone was the embarrassed and shy veneer that had seemed to encompass her whole being mere minutes ago. Instead what stood before him was a proud Eldar woman, her eyes aflame with determination.

Cadmus was the first to break the stare; he took a step to her side and bent over to pick up her weapon. “You dropped this,” he said; holding the large but surprisingly light blade out to her by the hilt.

She took it in her hand with great care, her eyes never leaving his face. “Indeed I did, Cadmus.” She rolled his name on her tongue as if she had been given a new morsel to sample for the first time. 

“There is an exit not far from here.” He spoke, satisfied, “my personal transport is secured just outside.” Cadmus beckoned her with a quick peck on her lips. “Come, let us head back to basecamp, the others will be busy here for the rest of the evening.”  

Neither one of them spoke during the short journey back to base. Cadmus on one hand thought he could feel Eirella’s eyes studying him the whole way.  With how his mind turned to what they had just done and were probably setting out to do; it made him feel not a little bit nervous but also excited. This strange excitement was not something he had felt in quite some time or that he could properly describe. It was the kind of feeling you got as if you knew you were about to unravel a great mystery that had plagued you for as long as you could remember. Cadmus shook his head a little to clear his mind and try to relax. His thoughts turned to his present situation as he walked to his quarters, Eirella following behind him. The camp itself was in reality a smaller PDF garrison compound not far from the underground complex itself. It had been taken over in its entirety by the Inquisition under Cadmus and his retinue. The Guardsmen normally stationed there had been redeployed to another continent on an exercise many days ago in preparation for the Eldar’s arrival. The only beings now present at the compound aside himself and Eirella was a small number his trusted guard deployed outside, they had strict orders not to disturb him while he went over the days findings. The rest of the Inquisitions personnel and the Eldar were at the site, and would remain there for some time still. Cadmus had taken residence in the quarters of the regimental commissar; a man he did not know in person but one whom would definitely shoot him, inquisitor or not, if he found out what he would could possibly end up doing in his quarters. Yet here he was, standing in front of the door letting his mind entertain the forbidden thoughts. The sheer audacity of what he was about to do brought a smile to his face; a rendezvous of unknown outcome with a Xenos witch in the private quarters of a loyal commissar. The door slid open.

Eirella did not know what to think of this. What were they even going to do? To say that what her playful heart had in mind was frowned upon would be an understatement.  There was nonetheless a growing part of her that was excited about the possibilities; Eirella knew shouldn’t be but found that she was anyway. The evening’s events had certainly affected her somewhat and to her surprise the mon-keigh, Cadmus, had been curious and understanding; even if he had taken obvious delight in her earlier embarrassment. If he or anyone else for that matter had kissed her as he did, so suddenly, only a few hours earlier she would have been revolted and offended. Yet, as they now walked to what Cadmus had said earlier was his temporary residence she felt nothing but youthful curiosity. Somewhat greedily she had drank in the sensation of being touched in such an intimate way without giving any thought to Cadmus’s own possible concerns  What had he thought of it, of her? She resisted the urge to reach out and gently pry the thought from his mind. The lady farseer had given her strict orders not to attempt any intrusions; least the humans misunderstood and reacted violently. Her divinations she claimed had promised them safe return to the craftworld; so there was no need for worry. But it was not worry that claimed her mind and heart at this moment, it was the pent up emotions of over a century of neglect. It was frightening and exhilarating at the same time, the prospect of a possible release.  
She felt the warmth build inside her as her vast mind entertained several threads of thought simultaneously. What would his breath feel like against her naked skin? What would his tongue feel like as it left a wet trail on her skin? How would his member be shaped? Was it long and slim, elegant as one of her race would be? She felt heat creeping onto her face as she remembered the rumors, it most certainly was not. Her eyes wandered to the back of the Inquisitor walking in front of her and for the first time she got a good idea of how broad he was compared to her. He was not wearing any armor from what she had seen, so she wondered instead how much the thick uniform coat hid from her. He suddenly stopped in front of her and she felt the butterflies in her stomach twirl. He turned, stepped up to a door and waited a short moment before it slid open.

Cadmus looked at Eirella before stepping aside to let her in. “Ladies first,” he offered with the smile still on his lips. 

“How courteous,” she gracefully inclined her head and walked inside with a subtle sway of her supple hips. Cadmus swallowed as he caught his eyes lingering before tearing them away. Shaking his head, he stepped inside himself. Eirella walked to the middle of the large bedroom, her head turning from one side to the other as she took the new scenery in. Cadmus removed his coat and hung it on a hook next to the door, glad to be rid of the heavy thing before turning his eyes to the back of his Eldar companion.

Eldar always appreciated a colorful sight, though this one lacked the typical subtle variation you’d expect from a habitat on the craftworld.  Still, compared to the steel-grey quarters Eirella and her people had been assigned in the other building this was a welcome change of scenery. The walls were painted a modest red, ending in a yellowish white wooden lining just before the floor. The wooden floor itself was a pleasant brown. The corners of the room and the parts bordering the ceiling, door and floor lining had golden high gothic letters decorating the entire length in a repeating pattern. The ceiling shared the same color of the wooden lining; at its center hung a glowing lamp, glimmering crystals hanging off it. For all of its, by human standards, unnecessary décor the room was remarkably Spartan in content. To her left was another door; she guessed it led to a private washroom.  On her right was a large wooden desk with one chair behind it. Leaning onto it was a sheathed mon-keigh power sword and on the table was a bolt pistol, along with a few paper scrolls and data slates. The weapons no doubt belonged to Cadmus, though why he had left them here made her curious. Was he trying to be diplomatic? She made a mental note to ask later if she got the chance. The biggest object of the room though was the large wooden bed that made up the centerpiece of the chamber; it stood on a soft looking, large blue rug. On the middle of the brown panel behind the pillows a large Imperial Aquila was painted in golden color. A small table stood on each side of the bed, each with what looked like a control device. She guessed they were for the lamps on the tables and possibly the one hanging from the ceiling. The bed itself was obviously made for two; whoever lived here normally certainly entertained a guest or two on occasion. And tonight, it would be her; no doubt to the dismay of the bedrooms usual occupant.

“The regiment’s commissar is the one who usually spends the night here,” Cadmus intoned as if he could read her mind, Eirella's answer was an uncharacteristic giggle.

“Would you like anything to drink or eat?” Cadmus asked her, he would not mind a bite himself at this hour but he was more than willing to postpone a meal right now. Still, it was polite to ask. “I could have something brought.” He added.

“Eldar require little sustenance,” she answered flatly. Eirella turned her head to look over her shoulder at Cadmus with a smile on her face. She noticed his eyes were on the clasp pinning her hair up high, curious.

“Right, slipped my mind,” Cadmus answered nonchalantly. He was out of his overcoat now and wore a dark blue uniform under it; the jacket was halfway unbuttoned, revealing a light grey shirt underneath. Eirella turned to face him and followed him with her head as he walked over to the desk and removed another data slate from his chest pocket which he placed on the desk. He then removed his jacket, hanging it over the back rest of the chair behind it, all with a visibly calm exterior. Though, if he was as nervous as she, Eirella did not know.

Deciding to make herself comfortable, Eirella reached up to the wraithbone clasp keeping her hair pinned up. At the touch of her fingers it opened up in a swift uncurling motion, letting her long dark hair flow freely once more. It fell behind her ears, over her shoulders and down her back; reaching almost all the way to the curve of her lower back. Wanting to provide a small display of her abilities for the human, Eirella released the clasp which had secured her hair and her witchblade. But, instead of falling to the floor they gently glided over to the desk. Her sword came to a stop next to his, and the clasp landed softly on the desk with a small sound of metal hitting wood. The human looked at the items and turned his eyes back to her own, awe and reverence clearly visible in them. Eirella felt her heart leap in her chest when she noticed his look, it was a look she had long desired to have aimed at her; it was the same kind of look young Eldar like herself gave their instructors when they displayed skills and abilities honed by centuries of adherence to their path. Finally, she thought, smiling to herself she turned and walked towards the bed with a not so subtle sway of her behind.

Despite the fact that they could be very dangerous Cadmus had always had a fascination with psykers. He could at least admit that to himself as he unbuttoned his shirt. Besides, he had just been reminded of how he was undressing with one. On top of all that he knew that the Eldar had some of the most powerful among them in the galaxy; save the Emperor himself and a few very exceptional humans of course. He saw Eirella lift her arms from her sides to her slender waist; she undid the embroidered sash hugging her robe to her waist. As she did so it seemed to glide off to her side while folding itself into neat pile before landing softly near the edge of the bed, wrapped by the sash that had fastened it to her. Her thin greaves and armguards also unfastened themselves from her limbs, placing themselves on the floor near the bed. Well this was going faster than expected Cadmus, Eldar were not ones to waste time it seems. 
“How practical,” Cadmus chuckled out despite himself as watched the scene before him. 

Eirella turned to face him with an alluring but confident smirk and placed her hands on her hips expectantly. It was then that Cadmus finally noticed she was clad in nothing but a form fitting, silvery undersuit beneath her robe. On it he saw two parallel, thin, black lines run along her sides, arms and legs. To say that the suit fit her like a second skin was more than just a metaphor. It looked as if it was suctioned on to her body, yet it seemed to flow with her every motion; it did not strain or fold one bit even at her bent elbow joint. The suit clung to every curve of her figure and musculature with staggering and arousing detail; leaving little to his imagination. Cadmus felt mesmerized by the sight as he stepped closer, he could never have imagined finding an Eldar attractive before tonight. 

The suit covered Eirella all the way from her toes to the very base of her collar. The feet had black soles which looked similar to those of a shoe but were somewhat thinner than an actual combat boot would be. Cadmus let his eyes wander up her long legs, the muscles of her calves and thighs were pronounced but nicely rounded; they accented her womanly figure rather than distract from it. Her hips were wider than her slim waist by a considerable margin; but they were also not as accented as those of a human. He could not see any jutting of her hipbones despite her slender look. All in all she looked stretched compared to a human woman, but definitely not in a bad way. Cadmus's throat felt dry as his gaze finally landed between her things. There was a gap between them and at its apex he could clearly make out a delicate slit accented by her suit. He felt heat rush to his face at the sight. Throne, what would she look like uncovered? The inquisitor and man inside of him wanted to know, but not for the same reasons. Eventually, he forced his gaze away as it journeyed up her taut abdomen to her chest. Cadmus saw that it was rising and falling with every breath she took, and her breaths came with a higher frequency than before. He could see that her nipples were visible and peaked; the breasts themselves were not particularly large. Though, they were rounded and perky, fitting her delicate form perfectly. This Eldar was unbelievably beautiful to him; it was as if the very word Xeno had lost its meaning when he saw her.  
Cadmus's eyes wandered up past her slender, pale neck and there he thought he could make out a vein as it throbbed under her skin.  When he reached her amber eyes he found them meeting his own, narrowed and with a fire he had never seen in them. Cadmus noticed Eirella was blushing as she gave him a knowing smirk. Right, she had followed his every stare and Cadmus for once found himself blushing as he averted his gaze and removed his shirt. 
Way to Cadmus, you stared at her barely covered quim and tits like a horny schola cadet from the moment she disrobed. He turned his eyes back at her and found that her eyes had wandered past his chest, continuing downwards. He moved closer. Even though Cadmus was no Catachan jungle fighter, he reasoned it was foolish not to keep oneself fit; especially as an Inquisitor. As such, he had labored and earned himself a healthy amount of muscle over the years of his service, not to mention a few scars. As Cadmus stopped in front of her he reached out to cup her chin, lifting her head back up to his. Eirellas cheeks reddened even more at his knowing stare. She too had been caught staring, so he leaned in and closed his lips around hers.

Immediately, Eirella felt as if her whole body was on fire. Before, the warmth in her stomach had massaged its way through her every fiber as Cadmus had run his eyes over her body; he had obviously found her form attractive. 
Then he took her chin and kissed her. Now with her eyes closed, nothing else mattered; her normally vivid consciousness was focused entirely on the sensations and burning emotions tearing though her whole being. All she could think about was the feeling of his lips, the feeling of his tongue as she aggressively writhed against it with her own. She had her arms behind his neck pulling him into her with hunger and need. Cadmus had both of his thick arms around her back holding her tight. She sighed with delight into his mouth as she basked in the sensation of her lithe body pressed against his muscled, larger frame. His muscles felt so much more rounded than those of an Eldar, it accented his masculine form to exotic proportions. The sensation sent pleasure pulsing through her belly. Eirella felt one big hand travelling up and down her back all the way to the beginning of her rump, leaving a tingle on her skin that she felt even through her suit with every repetition. She broke the kiss in order to turn her attention to his neck. The human leaned his head back, exposing his throat to her. She had to feel it, those coarse hairs against her lips. 
A shudder of delight tore through her as Eirella felt his chest collapse with a deep exhale. The firm but short hairs produced a wonderful, tickling sensation on her lips as she explored his neck and jaw with impatient but eager curiosity. She could feel his heartbeat hammering through his chest as she met his lips again. Just as Cadmus moved his hand up to wrap his fingers around her ear; she could make out his member growing in size and hardness, pressing against her pelvic mound and belly. 

A soft moan escaped her as Eirellas mind took in its character; it felt thicker and only slightly longer than what she remembered an Eldar organ to be, hidden behind his pants as it was. An undignified snort threatened to escape her, no wonder the Druchii wyches preferred human slaves. Eirella felt a pulsing and warm, needy itch begin to take hold of her at the apex of her thighs as the human stroked his fingers up and down the length of her ear with a lovely but firm rhythm. No, no more waiting. 
She pulled away from him with sudden speed. Cadmus yanked his eyes open and fixed a worried look at her burning eyes. Isha, that look could fuel even the faintest of embers to a roaring blaze. For a short moment she tried to calm her rapid breathing and at the very least close her lips. She failed. So instead, without saying a single word, Eirella arched her spine and lowered her head, fixing her intense glare onto him. She reached up behind her neck with both her arms; pressing her thumbs to the two small wraithbone buttons on her suit at the base of her neck. Without a sound she felt a tear forming at her neck, shooting all the way down her spine to her butt. In one swift motion she threw the suit off her arms and torso; willing the rest of it down to the floor and off her feet. Eirella calmly stepped out of the soles, one leg at a time until she stood before him, feet crossed, as naked as she was on the day of her birth. “Okay…” she heard him take a deep breath and bit her lip. Yes, mon-keigh, you cannot hide your desires from me.

Wide eyed, Cadmus sucked in another deep breath through clenched teeth as he gave her a once over. “Understood,” his voice almost caught in his dry throat, so he cleared it. He had not been with that many women in his life, but he could not recall anyone ever having made him feel this way. Eirella was truly a sight to behold in her naked form; Cadmus had thought her bodysuit had left little to his imagination, and in some ways it was true. But, upon actually seeing her naked flesh for the first time he found himself drinking in the hidden details. Eirella was a warlock, which he understood meant that she had once treaded the path of the warrior. Cadmus could see that now with clarity like never before; her body was honed to near perfection. Only one scar was visible and it ran from just above her navel to her side and slightly upwards at the end. He could see her lithe, taut muscles underneath her skin all over her body except her face; her abdomen moved in perfect rhythm with every breath. Eirella's light brown nipples were erect and surrounded by soft looking areola; her breasts looked like two soft halves of a globe as they clung to her chest without the slightest hint of sagging. It looked so alien yet so familiar.

“Like what you see, mon-keigh?” Her tone had grown more confident, with a hint of amusement at his unabashed gaze. Mon-keigh it is?

“I’ve never…” He trailed off as he looked down her abdomen before finally pausing over the soft looking mound of her sex.  It was completely hairless and looked very similar to a human one. Her outer lips had reddened and her slit glistened somewhat in the dim light of the room, a small drop of fluid running down the inside of one of her thighs highlighted her evident arousal. He could see her fingers stroke the outside of her thighs as she stood cross-legged, was she more nervous than she let on? Cadmus smiled slyly at the thought of it before returning his gaze up to her eyes with renewed confidence. He unbuckled his belt. 

Eirellas gaze dropped low immediately as he did and despite the somewhat chill temperature of the bedchamber she felt heat fighting its way to her skin. Her heart rate quickened as she realized what he was about to do. With a measured pace Cadmus bent down and removed his boots, one by one and tossed them casually to the side by the door. In one motion he brought his hands to his belt and pulled it all down with his smallclothes to the floor; his member springing free from its confinement at last. As he rose again her gaze failed to rise with him. Eirella's eyes lingered, focusing entirely on his organ. She was surprised to see that the base of shaft was surrounded by a thin mane of curly hairs. She could feel herself fidgeting as she took a cautious step forward; she clasped her hands and relaxed them unconsciously. For Isha's sake, calm down Eirella; you are not some seventy year old maiden with your first love.

“Like what you see, Eldar?” Cadmus asked with a tone of amusement in his voice.

Eirella did not answer; her eyes would not leave it. How would it feel as it was stretching her flesh? What sensations would it send through her mind during their union? What did those hairs feel like as she ran the tips of her fingers through them? Eirella let her mind wander and for the first time in many decades she was utterly transfixed on the prospect of her impending bliss. Her focus was interrupted only by Cadmus as he sprang into motion with surprising speed. An amused but surprised yelp escaped her as he lifted her up with both of his arms so her legs were spread and on either side of him. Eirella reflexively locked her legs behind his back and brought her arms around his neck as he walked them both over to the bed.
She could see the desk behind him disappear below his shoulders as the ceiling came into view and with a soft crash she found herself lying on her back, taking in the sensation of the silken bed sheets caressing her skin. Eirella shivered and brought her sensitive lips to those wonderful hairs on his throat again. She embraced the feeling of his bulkier frame lying against her far more slender one. He was supporting enough of his own weight with his arms at her side not to make her feel like she was getting crushed. Though, the pressure was still there and the feeling of his arousal pushing down on her mound and belly only increased the aching need of her body. With a groan he lifted himself off her and nodded over to the pillows. Eirella understood and began pushing herself towards them. 

Cadmus loved the way her skin felt, Eirella was so much lighter and so much softer than her toned form let on. As if that was not strange enough he could not detect a single hair on her skin when he looked at it or felt it up close, save the dark brown mane flowing from the top of her head of course. He hadn’t followed her and as she was near the pillow line she tossed her hair, spreading it over the pillows. When Eirella had settled in she was supporting her slightly upright position with the pillows behind her. Her legs were still spread, baring herself to him completely as her eyes sought his out with an inquisitive look. Cadmus could not help it as his eyes jumped from hers to her exposed, wet mound. He walked over to her, kneeling on the creaking matrass until he hovered above her, one arm supporting him on each side of her. 
Eirella never took her eyes of his and when she closed her lids slowly but expectantly Cadmus lowered himself down until he felt her soft breast press against his pectorals. He felt his throbbing erection press against her abdomen. Her skin felt so warm to the touch it almost felt feverish to him. Emperor, what would it feel like inside her? Cadmus brought his lips to hers again and her tongue instantly sought his own out. He could feel the Eldar's heart thundering in her chest, at a much faster pace than his own. Had she been human it might have made him a little worried, especially with how hot she felt; but now he took it as a good sign. He could feel her chest expand and her abdomen move against his cock as she took increasingly deep, quickened breaths.

“Mhmm,” her needy moan reverberated into him. Cadmus loved it when she sounded like that; but alas, he had duties to attend to. Cadmus reluctantly tried to break the heated kiss and rose off her again; she followed him as he rose before dropping down again as the kiss finally broke. Eirella opened her eyes and glared at him with a frustrated look in her eyes this time. Cadmus paused and wondered briefly if he had made a mistake; he was interrupted by the feeling of a slender hand taking a cautious hold of his shaft. Throne her fingers felt so thin, but so strong. Eirella held her gaze on him with a frown, as if daring him to move away from her as she explored the hairs around his base with eager fingertips. Cadmus drew a sharp breath as her fingers had found themselves around his balls, having given them a probing squeeze. The Eldar noticed his reaction with a coy smile and again brought her hand back around his shaft to give it a more thorough tug. Cadmus leaned back down to kiss her neck, much to her delight if her soft giggle was any indication. Eirella beckoned him back with a push against his pelvis from her thin hand; her fingers were still wrapped around his member as she tried to force it down and place his tip to her moist entrance. Cadmus had to use every bit of his will not to comply. He placed a small peck at the tip of her cute nose before bringing his own hand down to stop her.

“Not yet,” he whispered into her ear before sending a shudder through her body as he licked it. “I want to try something first, I think you’ll like it,” Cadmus whispered before rising slightly, Eirella again gave him that annoyed expression. Were all Eldar this straightforward? You'd think a long lifespan fostered patience in a species.
“Patience, Eirella.” Cadmus gave a hearty chuckle at her look, before backing away slowly on his knees. Eirella's head had risen as she followed him with a raised eyebrow; her frown had been replaced with a curious and eager look. She was biting her bottom lip in anticipation. His eyes went to her breasts briefly before he lowered himself down and placed his lips around her areola. 

“Aanh-” Eirella moaned as she let her head fall back on the pillows with a thud. Her response urged him on. Cadmus tried coaxing a response by cautiously sucking her nipple and flicking his tongue over it a few times in rapid succession; he felt her chest rise and heard her inhale sharply as she closed her legs around his waist. Cadmus shifted over to her other breast to give it the same treatment, leaving a wet trail with his tongue all the way. As he did she brought her soft hands to his head and he felt one caress the grain of his stubble as he ran his tongue around the hard nipple. Did Eirella like his beard that much? He knew Eldar did not have facial hair, so the feature must feel very strange to her. For once Cadmus was glad he had not had time to shave in the morning.
He cupped her other breast in his palm to get a feel for the fleshy mound. It felt as pliable as a human one when he kneaded it carefully in his hand; yet it was perky and youthfully firm. Cadmus let his attention move from her nipple on the other breast to licking the underside of it. Between each lap of his tongue he planted a kiss on her areola. 

“Uhhh,” Eirella's moan was low in tone and Cadmus could feel her hips buck against him slightly. 

Taking that as a signal; Cadmus left her breasts and started kissing his way down her stomach while running his hands along her hips and waist, exploring the feeling of her delicate musculature against the palms of his hands. Her body was unlike anything he had ever known. As he planted kisses down her abdomen he could feel the soft muscles tense slightly with each one, despite her ever quickening breathing. As Cadmus finally reached his destination he ran his hands up to the underside of her supple breasts before coming back down, savoring the smooth sensation of her skin. He gently placed his hands on Eirellas thighs and slowly spread her legs wide; they were soft to the touch like the rest of her despite how well built they had looked earlier when she stood. He looked up and found that Eirella had raised her head again to look at him with what he guessed was disbelief. Smiling, Cadmus gave her a lame wink and turned his attention back to her nether regions. 

“Just what are you doing mon-ffhaa!“ a lovely but amused noise escaped Eirella as Cadmus interrupted her with a firm drag of his tongue, spreading her wet lips from low to high. Her fluids were slightly salty but left an otherwise neutral taste on his tongue.  


From his low vantage point, Cadmus could see that the Eldar's breathing again had picked up. Her stomach and chest rose and fell faster than he had seen them do before; Eirella had thrown her head back into the pillow and had her fingers pinching the sheet by her hips in a seemingly uncertain fashion. Emperor be damned if he could not get more out of her. Cadmus turned his attentions back down and placed a trail of kisses along the apex of her inner thigh, just short of her radiating womanhood. He repeated the same thing on the other side and felt a shiver rip through her as his chin grazed her opening. Terra, she felt so warm for the brief contact; as did the lingering wetness on his chin. His own heartbeat sped up in anticipation. Cadmus carefully brought both his thumbs to her entrance and parted her lips; eyes glued to the glistening sight. The Eldar female looked much like a human with her pink flesh, her inner lips and clitoris looked a bit smaller with its hood; otherwise he could not notice anything different about it. Deciding to test her again, Cadmus blew a quick gust of air at her hooded nub and saw her canal clench at the assault; a small trail of liquid leaked out and ran to her puckered, barely noticeable anus. Throne, she was so sensitive.
When Cadmus finally placed his tongue at the top of her opening he heard her breath get stuck in her lungs, Eirella silently arched her back slightly and she closed her thighs reflexively around his head, covering his ears. As the initial shock wore off Cadmus heard her lungs finally expel with an array of tiny, muffled noises as he let his tongue explore every bit of the warm exterior of her sex. He decreased the tempo of his thrashing ministrations to avoid sending her over the edge too quickly. When Eirella relaxed her legs slightly, he pushed his tongue inside her and felt her inhale sharply while clenching down on the slippery intruder. 

“Fwuahh!” Cadmus groaned at the mewling sound Eirella made as he ran his tongue along her inner wall, she felt even warmer on the inside and was unbelievably smooth. He could see her hands had gone up to her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples.

Cadmus pulled back for a bit and worked two fingers from his left hand into her opening; the digits slid in easily and he felt her insides squeeze them slightly as her breath again caught in her throat. He began to curl them towards himself with his finger pads pushing upwards in a slow, firm motion. “Ohhh,” he drew soft yelps from her as he replaced his lips and tongue on her erect clit and repeated the motion with a steadily increasing frequency.

Eirellas breathing came with ragged, paused gasps as every sharp exhale was accompanied by a small moan. Her legs began to shuffle back between the bed sheet and Cadmus's head, muffling some of her random moans as they squeezed against his ears. As Cadmus increased the pace of his fingers he felt Eirella begin to buck her hips, grinding her mound against his mouth. She was getting close, Cadmus increased his pace even more until her thighs finally clamped down on his head; and with a cry Eirella gripped the bed sheets as her orgasm washed over her. Cadmus closed his eyes and could feel her insides squeeze down on his fingers in rhythmic pulses as he stopped moving them. Throne, he could feel her pulse through her thigh. He pressed his tongue hard against her sensitive nub as she rode out her climax; the rolling of her hips slowly decreasing in pace until she went slack against the matrass. 

When he withdrew his fingers and mouth he saw her firm breasts rise and fall with every breath she took as she laid there, panting lightly. Cadmus looked down at his left hand and saw that it was covered in her juices; he paused briefly before wiping most of it off on the sheets. Well, that had certainly not gone awry, Cadmus mused to himself in satisfaction as he rose slightly and crawled back until he again loomed over her. He looked at her face; The Eldar had her eyes were closed while an interesting expression was plastered on her beautiful features. The tips of her ears and her cheeks were colored a deep crimson. Cadmus lowered himself down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips which she returned. Eirella halfway opened one of her eyes briefly to look at him; and as she did she placed her arms around his neck, pulling him back in for a deeper kiss. As they parted she opened her eyes fully to meet his own for the first time in what had felt like an eternity. 

“Did you like that?” Cadmus smacked himself mentally for his awful pillow talk. Eirella held his eyes for a while though as she thought of what to say in reply.

“I, no one have ever…” she spoke as much as her labored breathing allowed and averted her gaze as she gathered herself, “normally, something like that would be considered filthy," Eirella confessed with a slightly amused tone as she finished. That was an interesting tidbit of information. Cadmus wondered what else might be taboo amongst Eldar.

“Did it feel filthy?” Cadmus asked as he kissed her chin. 

“Not at all, Cadmus,” Eirella managed with a fluttering laugh; her breaths were deep but steadying. 

"Then there's something to bring back to the Inquisition after all," Cadmus spoke with a chuckle, half serious.

Eirella merely laughed, “since you have such an appetite for praise, I wonder what else my little mon-keigh can do,” she saw him raise an eyebrow at her words.

Eirella pushed against Cadmus's chest until he was guided over her side unto his back. As he dropped down Eirella straddled him with impressive dexterity; her small and shapely rear settled in to rest on his pelvis. Cadmus could feel his erection rest against the cleft of her bottom as The Eldar woman looked down on him. He stroked his around the curve of her rump as he awaited her next actions. Again he was amazed by the smoothness of her skin; she sweated faintly and still he could not feel a single hair follicle anywhere on her person aside from her head. There was no small amount of imperial noblewomen who would want a body like that.

Eirella meanwhile let her eyes wander from between his chest and her own legs as she entertained a few ideas in her head. It never ceased to amaze her how hairy this human was compared to an Eldar male. The skin of his body was quite a bit smoother than she had expected it to be if his fingers and hands were any indication; his male smell was more pronounced with his arousal but not unpleasant like common Eldar prejudice would suggest. She then put her hands to his chest and traced her fingers on his pectorals for a bit, taking in the feeling of his chest hairs against her fingertips. Cadmus sought her gaze expectantly.

“Such a hairy thing, hmm…” Eirella met his look with a playful twinkle in eyes.

“Eldar don’t seem to h- Ouch!” Cadmus flinched as he felt her give an experimental tug on a pinch of his chest hair. “Please don’t.”

“Do not do what, mon-keigh?” Eirella’s eyes widened as her face went completely blank with the question.

“Don’t pull m- Oww, damn it.”  Cadmus sighed, “I guess I had that coming,” a smile crept onto Eirellas face as he conceded defeat.

“Hm hm,” she hummed merrily as her eyes and fingers wandered his torso, “you are learning fast, f-whoo!” Eirella flinched and yelped with surprise as Cadmus gave her anus a quick poke with his slippery middle finger. She could feel a familiar heat creep onto her face as she turned her head with a hand covering her scandalized smile. She had not expected that he would dare to do that.

“You were saying?” he loved that blush, he loved that it was because of him. Never in his life had he thought he could produce it time and time again in a creature so strange yet as beautiful as the Eldar straddling him. The thought felt warm. Having decided, Eirella reached behind her back to grab his hardness with one of her hands as she began to squeeze it experimentally; the fingers of her other hand again played with his hairs. Cadmus let out a delighted hiss as she worked her slender hand up and down with a slow pace. He had been so busy setting the whole joint operation up it was over two weeks since he had found release and that was by his own means. Eirellas reactions to his oral ministrations and his own pent up urges had his heart roaring in his chest with approval. Just as she began to pick up pace she stopped.


Eirella again looked at her prey, holding him firm. The moment had come. Her heart soared with delight. She could feel every vein of his member as she held it. She it let go and rose with her thighs, bringing the hand back in front and in between her legs. When she got a grip on his shaft she pulled him through, the tip dragging across and splitting her soaked nether lips. The sensation made her lean in for a deep kiss, she could feel his wide head press against her slit and shivered as she felt a tingle in her stomach. The human brought his hands to both her ears, sending lightning through her body. How she loved it when he did that; such a pity he would not be able to reach her ears with the position she had in mind. Reluctantly, she broke the kiss and raised her torso to shuffle backwards; her slit leaving a wet trail along his shaft. Eirella had never imagined she would feeling such sexual intensity, let alone over a human. Her every nerve felt electrified. Her belly felt as if it had been turned to mush as her mind slowly crept out of her control. Her Eldar imagination sent phantom sensations of him inside her through her body which made her sex ache in anticipation. Isha, she had waited so long for this. She closed her eyes.
Placing a hand on his stomach, Eirella carefully lifted her rump of his body with her legs and with the other hand she guided his tip to her wet quim. She let the sensations wash over her as she circled the tip around her entrance before slowly lowering herself down.  They both drew sharp breaths as she felt the warm tip part her lips. When she sensed alignment she sank down with a single, determined motion. Cadmus groaned at the aggressive, tight sensation. A cry lodged in her throat as her eyes shot open, feeling herself stretch to accommodate the larger than normal insertion.

For a blink of an eye neither of them breathed.

Cautiously, Eirella tested movement; the full sensation of her mate finally inside her threatened to send a cry from her lips. Slowly at first, she began to raise and lower her hips with a steady rhythm. Despite her every effort, each lowering of her hips drew tiny, soft moans from her lips. Every lowering of her rump sent electrified pleasure coursing through her nerves as she felt herself fill up, again and again. Her eyes tried to find focus on his face as each repeated motion began dissolving her surroundings save for the overpowering sensation of her longings washing away. When Cadmus opened his eyes Eirella stopped low again, drunkenly seeking the eyes of her mate; her heart thundering in her chest.

The feeling of her damp, warm flesh kneading his cock with every raising and lowering of her hips caused Cadmus to bite down. He had to; she was so smooth and so warm. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Every motion of her hip was in perfect rhythm, forceful yet graceful; rising and falling with measured caution mixed with urgent need. Every bounce of her small butt against him sent the matrass creaking in protest beneath them. When he opened his eyes she stopped, Cadmus saw her looking at him. Her eyes were half lidded and her pupils dilated; her soft lips had curled into a predatory sneer as she breathed through her teeth. He stroked one hand along her hip while the other hand sought out her clit and began to rub it with the pad of his thumb. Her response was to lick her upper lip as she settled into riding him with a firm, grinding motion. She brought one hand to meet his at her hip; her other went to the side of his abdomen for support.

A low growl emitted from Cadmus as Eirella picked up the pace. Her eyes never left those of her mate as he increased the pressure on her clitoris with his thumb. The sensation shot through her like a lightning bolt, meanwhile the human had taken her hand with his freed one, curling her fingers between his own. The simple act sent the heat in her belly ablaze; it opened something in her chest. Aching and yearning shone through her like a golden light. This was so much more than simple pleasure; she leaned her head back as her eyes began to flutter. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, “Cadmus,” she moaned, terrified at the sounds she made. Her hand gripped his harder, as if afraid he would let go. 
 
“Eirella,” he spoke back with a labored and dry voice. The rumbling sound sent pricking tingles down her ears. 
 
“Isha…” she was not going to make it, there was a tremble to her voice and her body squeezed and clenched around her lover uncontrollably. It was when he brought their entwined hands around her neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss that the young Eldar felt herself shatter. The heated orgasm that took her turned her insides into liquid heat as she collapsed against him, moaning into his mouth as their tongues sought dominance over one another. Every futile spasm of her insides against his member made him hold his breath. She broke the kiss to take a shivering breath and rested her head against his neck, panting softly. As the moments passed Eirella was vaguely aware of his hands stroking up and down her back, across the curve of her rump. One arm reached around her to hold her tight. Still pressed against his firm body, she felt herself lift as Cadmus rose slightly and gently flipped her over, tossing her hair to the side; never breaking their union. 
 
“Wh-” the question caught in her throat, “what are you...?” She barely managed to finish it, soaking in her afterglow as she felt that her heart was not calming down. “Schhh,” the human hissed soothingly which ignited a renewed, heated hunger inside her as he rested his head next to hers. Eirella shivered as she felt Cadmus lick her ear as his thick forearms settled just beside her shoulders to support his new position. She held her breath in anticipation, her heart roaring in her chest; oh Isha, yes.
 
“Yhee,” Cadmus adored the soft yelp the Eldar female made as he pressed into her again; hilting himself fully inside her. She locked her legs behind his back and closed her arms around him. He held as she tilted her pelvis slightly, adjusting to this new depth. Slowly Cadmus began to draw out as far as he could and delve slowly back into her with a deliberately increasing pace. Throne, she was so tight. Her breath feathered over his skin as she mewled softly but irregularly at his full thrusts. After carefully avoiding her hair he finally found his prize; with one hand by each ear he gently began to twist and squeeze the tips between his thumbs and index fingers; he felt her clinch down on him. Her nails dug into his back as he experimentally pinched them while increasing his pace.
 
Eirella could not think, she felt as if she would panic as she willed her eyes shut. The stimulation of her ears coupled with the much deeper thrusts set fire to her nerves and belly as she briefly forgot how to breathe. It felt like he was deep in her stomach and all around her at the same time.
 
“Don't,” Eirella moaned into his neck, “cease,” her breathing hitched. Cadmus could feel her desperation; her insides were blazing hot and clung to him as he pulled yet yielded with ease at every thrust, producing a sloppy wet sound. Her supple form twitched under him and she hissed sharply through her teeth into his ear every time he seemed to hit a particular spot. “Mon-keigh,” come on Eirella, Cadmus felt a familiar pressure start to build at his base, “please...” upon hearing her pleading moan he took one of her ears in his mouth and rolled his tongue around the tip, sucking at it firmly. “Uaaah!” Eirella cried out at the unexpected assault. By Terra, this powerful Eldar warlock, trembling and moaning against him, was driving him insane. Cadmus let loose a snarl of triumph and let her ear out of his mouth as he felt her lock up underneath him.
 
Eirella let out a final, throaty moan; another orgasm tore through her overloaded nervous system just as he stopped deep inside her; stretching her desperate, wet insides. She lost control of her breathing as she grinded her hips against him with every ecstatic pulse.

Cadmus felt the Eldar clamp her legs around his waist and back as she humped against him. He felt her squeeze down on his member, harder than ever before with a delicious, irregular rhythm as white hot pleasure flashed before him. With a growl Cadmus erupted inside her, his shaft throbbing with every wave of seed as his long sought after release was granted to him. Once he came off his climax and could finally relax, he withdrew his member from her moist depths and rested it against her abdomen as they both lay panting against one another. A glistening sheen of sweat covered them both; the musky smell of their union lingered in his nostrils. Cadmus was exhausted and felt as if his arms could barely hold him up. Emperor, it had been a long day; and what a way to end it. Cadmus almost laughed to himself in amazement as he kissed her delicate neck and brought his head up to look at her face. Eirella had her eyes closed and her lips parted; a look of exhaustion was spread over her lovely features as she breathed softly against his face. A pang of guilt shot through him, what if he had hurt her. He took her like a complete savage.

“Hey,” Cadmus tested, giving her a quick peck on her lips as he waited. Eirella slowly opened her eyes to reveal those almost glowing amber irises. By the emperor, he had never seen anything like them, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Cadmus asked with concern. 

“Cadmus, tulai don-de fala’ aruna’me,” Eirella muttered in response when an expression of pure joy stole her face as she rubbed his back with both her hands. Cadmus could not understand a word she had said. The inquisitor inside him demanded he find out, amongst a few other things. As if sensing his confusion, the Eldar warlock lifted her head and gave him a soft kiss on the lips to clarify. It was not a hungry, needy kiss like before; it was gentle and affectionate. Cadmus savored it as if was the sweetest thing in the galaxy before he slowly rose up and lay down on his side, facing her. He had never been addressed directly by an Eldar in their own tongue. 

“I take that as a no,” he added bemused as Eirella rolled over to fix him with a gentle but pondering look. “Will you tell me what it meant?” Cadmus asked, genuinely curious. As she lay on the sheets, the curves of her body against the backdrop of the red wall and bathroom door behind her made an image he would not soon forget.

“One day, perhaps I will,” Eirella answered him with a knowing smile in kind. The answer brought about a boyish feeling of joy Cadmus could not explain. Still, his mind was brought back to his present situation; it was getting really late.

“If you want to, you may sleep here tonight,” Cadmus stated with some uncertainty, she did not answer him but equally did not lessen her smile. 

“There is a shower in the bathroom behind you, and a few extra towels. Help yourself, if you want to clean up that is.” Cadmus nodded towards the door. “You know what a shower is right?” He asked, Eirella's lower gothic was clear and well pronounced; but her word supply left some to be desired.

“Yes, we have similar facilities in the habitats at the craftworld,” Eirella answered as she rolled over to a seated position at the bedside, her hair a ruffled mess as it partly clung to her perspiring back. “And thank you, Cadmus Alexis,” she turned her head back to look at him as she remembered her manners. With some weariness to her movements she rose up and walked over to the door and disappeared inside. 

Wait, did she just address him by his full name? He had not even… Emperor, he was not even surprised anymore. Cadmus rolled over onto his back and stared blankly into the ceiling. He didn’t know for how long he lay there as he heard the water rush through the pipes in the wall. With futility he tried to force his mind to evaluate the events of the day, especially those of the evening, and plan for the morning. When it didn’t work he wondered if maybe a shower would rinse his mind. Cadmus rolled over to his side of the bed and rose to a seated position; his mind beginning to work finally. The water stopped and after a few short minutes Eirella emerged. Cadmus stood up and turned, he saw that she was naked and dry except for a towel wrapped around her long hair. As he walked by to take his turn in the shower she took hold of his arm to swing him around into a quick kiss on the cheek before walking over to the bed with a wink. He admired the view of her waving, heart shaped ass briefly as she crawled on all fours over to the spot she intended to sleep at. As she reached it she lifted the large quilt and vanished underneath. Amused at her flirtatious antics, Cadmus gave a playful whistle at her display and walked into the restroom to take his shower. He thought he could hear her snicker slightly from under the sheets. His smile confirmed her good mood to be infectious. 

The warm stream of water droplets peppering his skin helped ease the unwelcome tension that had begun to creep back into his bidt despite his exhaustion. The hot, steamy air in the shower booth warmed him nicely. His mind was torn; on one hand what Cadmus had done broke every possible principle of the Ordo Xenos that he could think of. On the other hand he could not deny that he had greatly enjoyed their session; it had been a much needed break from the toils of his duties with the Inquisition. He chuckled at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. Had Cadmus been told but a day ago that he would be busting his nuts inside of a moaning Eldar female; he would have probably laughed his rear end off at the poor sod before reminding said person to speak to him with the proper respect. The thought almost made him snort as he turned off the water and stepped out of the booth.

Returning his mind to the present, soon the rest of Eirella’s people and Cadmus’s own retinue would begin to return before settling in for the night. Would the other Eldar look for her? Would they learn of what had transpired here? Would the Inquisition? Somehow he doubted the two former, Eirella would probably not have stayed with him much less laid with him if she did not deem the risk slim. She did not speak much but gave an air of confidence and deliberation. No, if anyone found out it would be if they were caught red handed. Cadmus’s retinue would not bother him unless he failed to contact them in the morning. Besides, no guards were posted on this level anyway. He shook the thoughts from his head and again shifted his focus. It was evident that the team would find nothing of use. Soon, he mused, when the Eldar Farseer’s patience wore thin they would leave and that would be the end of it. 
Additionally, considering what he and Eirella had seen down at the site today it would not be long before the other Eldar found out. Yet, some part of him could not shake the anxiousness he felt at the prospect of their eventual parting. As he finished drying himself off he fastened the towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom. 

Eirella had crawled up to the pillow line and laid there looking at him, the towel around her hair was gone and her body was half covered by the sheets. Her hair was slightly damp and she eyed him with a serene look on her face. He briefly considered fetching his underwear before being reminded by her bared breasts that she intended to sleep in the nude. Smirking, Cadmus removed the towel from his waist and crawled into bed near her. As he lay down on his back he felt her worm over to him; her soft, silken skin touching his own along his whole side as she brought her head to rest on his shoulder while placing an arm over his chest. Cadmus reached over with his other arm to the bedside table, killing the lights save for the red one of the door’s lock. 

“May I ask you a question?” he heard her voice in the dark.
 
“Of course,” Cadmus could not see why she felt the need to ask, other than politeness.
 
“Your weapons, why did you leave them here?” not what he had expected, but he answered.
 
“Truthfully, I don’t know,” Cadmus mused, “technically I shouldn’t have; but I had little reason to expect you would suddenly start killing everyone,” he gasped lazily as he finished, his eyes felt heavy, “And yes, I am well aware of Biel-Tan’s martial way of life.” In reality, Cadmus had simply forgotten them; the homely feeling of Commrath worked against him sometimes. But, in hindsight it was not a problem. If Eirella knew she did not say, instead she gave a ponderous sound as she considered his answer.
 
“May I ask you a question?” Cadmus wanted his turn.
 
“I will not translate what I said before,” Eirella disclaimed, making her expectations known.
 
“That’s not what I wanted to ask,” though, Cadmus was determined to find out one day.
 
“Then ask.”
 
“How old are you?” That was unexpected, it was not rude to ask ones age amongst Eldar but the personal question caught her off guard. “Two-hundred and eleven,” Eirella answered; her own curiosity now piqued, “you?”
 
“Twenty-nine,” Cadmus told her; Eirella gave a sigh at his answer, “cradle robber,” did that slip? In response she smacked him playfully on the chest as he felt her laugh without a sound in the darkness of the room. 
 
“Sweet dreams, Eirella,” Cadmus gasped out again after a few minutes, feeling very tired as he closed his eyes. He felt her calm breathing, her fingers gently scratching his chest. Before long it had lulled him into dreamless sleep.

Eirellas mind had calmed but still wandered as she circled a finger on his chest. Cadmus Alexis, she had learned his name from her farseer. How she had found out was Asuryans guess; but as they arrived on this world they called Commrath her Farseer had insisted everyone knew the name of the Inquisitorial representative that would accompany them. She felt a brief pang of guilt for having lied to him about not knowing it earlier today, though she did understand why. Eirella pondered this as she felt his soothingly calm heartbeat through her palm; it was so much slower than that of her own people but it beat much harder, even at rest as he was.  Eirella considered the events of the day, everything from the dreary work at the site to the passionate events of the evening. She thought of Cadmus and his understanding but playful ways, how she had missed that in her life before. Though different in mind, the companionship of a kindred soul was a welcome change of events. Eirella had briefly considered preforming a ritual of divination as he had fallen asleep, to tap the rivers of fate and try to see what was in store for this curious human, for herself. Yet Eirella knew she could not do so; such an act would draw the attention of Lady Macha, her farseer, to her whereabouts for the night. It was also hard for Eldar to discern the fates of individual humans by use of the Immaterium, there were simply so many of them.

Eirella sighed, the path of the Seer that she strode was a lonely one indeed and soon she would tread upon it, alone once more. She felt a pain in her chest and clung onto the sleeping form of Cadmus; her small sniffle audible only to her. She inhaled soothingly, she would never forget that pleasant smell, she would remember every sensation, every feeling for the rest of her days. 


Eirellas eyes closed and she soon fell asleep, dreaming of an old world she had never seen.













Epilogue.



Eirella was probably dreaming; the images were too coherent, the sensations too clear to be the beginnings of a vision. 
 
The first thing she felt was her heartbeat followed by her muscles, moving. She was walking, but on no surface. Fear initially crept into her but before it took hold she felt the cool softness of grass yielding against the soles of her feet, dewy blades found their way up between her toes. She could feel a light garment, perhaps a dress, hanging lightly from her shoulders. She felt it flow with her form as she moved, the garb felt familiar. She also felt what seemed to be thin leaf clad branches sticking out from trees all around her; caressing her face, arms, and shoulders as she walked on. Her hearing returned next, she could hear waves in the distance and leaves rustling in light wind. She could hear the squaw of shoreline birds not far off in the distance. Next returned her sense of smell, the unmistakable fragrance of late summer on a maiden world and the salt of oceans mixed pleasantly in her consciousness. Taste returned, and she found a familiar minty flavor on her tongue, as if she had just sampled that treat her mother used to make her as a child before she passed. So she walked, until finally she saw the redness of lidded eyes looking at a source of light. Eirella opened her eyes and was blinded by a golden light. She squinted until her eyes adjusted; she saw the gentle rays of a setting or rising sun gleam between the leaves of the trees in front of her as they moved with the wind. She found she could not turn her head or eyes away, or stop walking. This caused her to feel tension build until she cleared the lightly wooded area and found herself on a white shore, control returning to her limbs. 
 
Eirella turned and looked to her sides, the shore stretched as far as she could see and the ocean itself ended in a curved horizon. This had to be a dream, the scenery was illuminated as if it was noon, yet the sky itself held the blackness of night, glimmering with starlight. The sun was set against a large nebula that stretched from below the horizon over the sky past the tree line behind her. Near the edge of the shore, just under the light, a human man sat with crossed legs. Eirella cautiously approached until she stood a few, secure feet away from him. He was much taller than her, her head barely reached above his shoulders even as he sat. The man’s pitch black hair hung behind his back, reaching just past his shoulders; his hands were placed on his knees in a meditative position. The man was clad in a brown kilt, fastened by a crude leathery belt at his waist. If he had heard her; he gave no indication of it. She took a cautious step forward.
 
“Who are you, mon-keigh?” Eirella asked, deciding to investigate. She was surprised at how light her voice felt in her throat.
 
“It matters not,” the man answered her. His voice was strong but smooth, balanced as if to calm rather than intimidate. It vibrated against her ears as if he spoke right in front of her rather than facing away as he did, sitting at a comfortable distance. Was he a psyker?
 
“Then, where are we?” she asked, and when he didn’t reply she took a careful step closer.
 
“It matters not,” the mon-keigh gave Eirella the same dismissive answer as before; a wave of irritation shot through her. “What matters is that you are here,” the giant added as he rose. She barely reached past his waist as he looked down on her with friendly, golden eyes.
 
“Do not be afraid, child of Isha,” the titan soothed. Child? Eirella looked up and around, behind her and in front of her as a sense of disbelief took her mind. The minty taste in her mouth brought forth an idea; she looked down and noted the dress she wore hung on a small frame. She recognized the pattern instantly; the dress was the one father had made her on her tenth year, so long ago. Twin jolts of joy and grief wracked her chest at the memory. She turned her head up to the giant of a man to answer him.
“I am not afraid,” she spoke with a tremble to her voice as she met the gaze of the great one. The being did not answer but instead it turned back around to face the horizon. Eirella slowly circled around it, seeking its face. What she saw was a look of longing and concern on its strong features as it beheld the strange sun with slightly narrowed eyes. She let her head turn to follow its gaze, and it was then she realized that what she saw was not a dream. A feeling of amazement shook her as she understood that the glimmering lights were not stars, they were souls. As one of the Eldar who walked the path of the seer, she had seen souls before in her visions; but these were so small and so numerous. They could only be human. Eirella watched mesmerized as they drifted slowly towards their guiding light, a few but not many flickering out in the darkness. She did not know how long she stood there; watching those souls drift, watching them coalesce at their beacon so far away yet so visible. The sight numbed her senses one by one until all she saw was that strange sun before it too disappeared as vision finally gave out. Her last remembered thought was a realization that the golden light was not a sun.
 
 
 
 
 
   The first thing Cadmus had done after waking up next to a snoring, naked Eldar woman was perhaps not of the best adherence to Inquisitorial protocols. There was no panic, no sense of chaos or disgust, no urge to reach for a weapon. All he felt was the satisfaction of having woken up without the aid of alarms and gunfire. Then there was also an urgent need to piss. So, Cadmus had simply eased out of the bed; careful to not wake the still sleeping Eldar and gone to answer the morning call of the golden throne. As he finished, washed his hands and returned to get dressed, he looked at her. Eirella must have rolled off him during the night; she lay on her back with her head resting against a pillow, her arms and legs were sprawled about unevenly. Her hair was a mess as it wrapped lightly around her face. In between the dark strands he could see that her lips were parted, emitting a noticeable but adorable rumble as she snored. Nasal blockage transcends species borders it would seem. Eirella looked so relaxed and at peace; Cadmus did not really want to wake her but knew he had to. They had slept longer than they should, and he really needed to fetch something to eat and contact his retinue. And at the same time he did not want to leave her asleep and alone in his room, even with a locked door. Just as he had sat down on the side of the bed and was about to try and wake her, she stirred.
 
Eirella awoke slowly; she felt wonderfully content with life and the order of the universe in general. Morning trembles electrified her languid body as she spread her limbs, stretching and yawning. She smiled, basking in the silken caress of quality bed sheets against her back, legs, arms and rear. Today, the little craftworld felt warm and more filled with life than ever; a lovely ache at the apex of her thighs reminded her of a previous night spent wisely. She gave a satisfied hum and with a silly smile, lazily brought a hand down past her abdomen. Eirella curled her toes as her hand journeyed all the way down to its destination and began to investigate the tingling webway portal. She lay there, stretching her legs while basking in morning glory as she worked her itch until she suddenly froze solid; the memories of the night before came flooding back to her mind. Her eyes tore open and she shot up to a seated position like a lightning bolt, shaking her head awake in a blur of hair. For a few moments she stared at the door in front of her and the imperial coat hanging on a line of hooks next to it, one hand still between her legs. The Human! The Vision! Where was he? What hour was it? 
 
“Top of the morning, milady,” a jovial voice sang out with faux haughtiness as her heart skipped a beat, “I trust you slept well?” 

Cadmus was here; Eirella let out a relieved sigh and closed her eyes as she dropped down on her back. Memories of the vision made themselves known in the back of her mind; she would have to look further into it as soon as she had the time. As a warlock, she could not so lightly dismiss it; even if it meant involving her Farseer. This brought up conflicting emotions in her; she could not lie to Macha, whom would definitely ask for particulars about the vision and her whereabouts when she had it. Eirella shook the thoughts away. No, for now this mystery was hers to solve and so she would, in time. Her mind returned to the present.
 
 
“I had in mind of getting something to eat. Would you like me to fetch you something as well, or would you prefer a towel and a few more minutes?” Cadmus could not help it; he failed to contain a snicker as Eirella pulled her hand back from between her legs with lightning speed at his remark. It appears a good morning share at least some traits between his species and hers, useful information. He thought he could see a thin shade of crimson creep onto Eirellas cheeks but before he could follow up he saw a pillow lift and fly straight for his face before impacting with a soft thud. He reached up and held it to him briefly as he heard her rise out of bed to dress.
 
“What is the hour?” Eirella asked, trying to deflect his well-aimed attempt at humor as she, now standing, secured the undersuit behind her neck. “And I’ll eat later,” she added, her people would expect her to have her meals with them.
 
“It’s about seven in the morning, Terran time. Does that give you a good enough idea?” Cadmus answered after having lowered the pillow, still amazed by the sight of her robe gliding onto her form before being fastened by the embroidered sash. Her arms were held out on either side but fell to her sides with a soft and graceful motion as the sash tightened.
 
“It does, thank you.” Eirella turned to look at him, now fully clothed. Cadmus’s face bore a well-rested but neutral look as he sat at the edge of the bed. They both looked at one another as an awkward silence filled the room, as if neither was sure of what to do next. 
 
“We should probably head down separately, a few minutes apart,” Cadmus broke the stalemate. She tried to read his expression; but when she found that she could not and as she averted her gaze, something built in her chest. “I will go down first, it will probably mandate a few questions before too long if we,“ She heard him swallow, voice straining faintly as he finished, “if we don’t arrive separately.” What is this? There was so much more she could learn from him, and he from her. Yet time was ever her enemy. Eirella thought she was prepared for their parting, but now that it was here and so soon; she did not even dare look at him, much less speak to him least her heart betray her. 
 
“The building should be empty; you will be able leave to rejoin your fellow Eldar unnoticed by my associates,” Cadmus spoke as he rose and walked over to the door to put on his coat. He stood still, admiring the coat hanger and telling himself he was not trying to stall for time.  “Goodbye, Eirella,” he began as honestly as he could, “I only knew you for a day but for what it’s worth; I will never be able to forget this,” his head felt as heavy as his damned coat. Say something! Anything would be better than this silence. After waiting a brief moment, Cadmus resigned himself to his fate and slowly reached for the panel to unlock the door.
 
“Cadmus, wait.” the voice was quiet and trembling; Throne, he had never heard it like this before. He heard her approach with hesitant footsteps.
 
“I too will cherish this,” Eirella could hardly understand herself anymore as she slowly walked over to Cadmus whom had his back turned; it was never supposed to be this hard, Eirella. Why did every step feel so draining? “I do not fully know where the rivers of fate will lead me,” she hesitated, “or you,” she looked at her feet as she tried to control her trembling voice and the turmoil of her heart. 
“Haa,” Eirella almost laughed at the pathetic sound she made as her vision blurred, “I should not even try to learn, even if I want to,” she closed her eyes in protest, desperately willing the humiliating tears away. Eldar should not weep over mon-keigh. Anxiety threatened to tear her asunder, and it would have, had it not been for the feeling of warm fingers cupping her chin.
 
So, this was her fate, to be an outcast because of the longings of her heart? To be rejected, because instead of revulsion, she felt joy burst in her chest as the human placed his lips onto hers? To be despised, because Instead of pushing him away, she deepened their kiss and pulled him in by his neck? To be held in disgust, because she now loved Cadmus Alexis, a human? So be it. She did not care that her heart thundered in her chest as their tongues fought for supremacy. She ran her hands over the side his face, savoring the sensation of his features one last time. The Eldar would change their views as she had, or fade away as victims of a changing universe. Eirella had a vision to analyze, and a farseer to speak to. 
 
Cadmus felt more alive than ever, even as they broke their kiss, probably their last one. To love a Xenos was impossible; at least he was fairly sure of that before he met Eirella. Her soft, strangely familiar but alien face would live on in his memories for as long as he lived. Her breathing was calm, her face tearstained but serene as if in a trance. 
“I have associates,” Cadmus began, “rogue traders that is,” Eirella opened her beautiful, amber eyes to look at him expectantly, “should you ever need my aid, or simply wish to see me again; seek out Julius Montgomery at Port Wander in the Calixis sector, he will send word to me should you contact him.” 
 
“I know of this place,” Eirella said as she rubbed her lower abdomen absentmindedly, “I shall hold you to your word, Cadmus,” a smile crept onto her face. So this was not the end after all?
 
“Until next time then, my dear,” Cadmus finished with a bow as he remembered what he had learned good manners to be. He stole a quick kiss from the smiling Eldar before he left out the door to go down and find the others. 
 
 
 
 
   While waiting, Eirella had clasped her hair back up into the slightly uncomfortable but practical tail and collected her weapon. She noticed that Cadmus had forgotten his weapons again; despite the mild amusement to the fact she decided to make nothing of it. She cautiously probed the building with her mind and sensed that no one would intercept her on the way down. So down she went. 
Once she had reached the courtyard she saw her farseer, alone, leaning against a hard stone corner. From what Eirella could see she was presumably watching something on the far side of the courtyard near one of the buildings. Eirella was curious, especially as to why her farseer hadn’t noticed her arrival. What was she looking at? As she approached she could finally see what she was looking at. It was Cadmus; he was speaking with one of his soldiers at the other side of the courtyard while observing two other guardsmen that were performing close combat exercises. Eirella turned her eyes back to the farseer and it was then she noticed with surprise that Macha was biting her lip and had a slightly flustered but determined look on her face. What in Vauls name is she doing?
 
“Lady Macha?” Eirella saw the red haired farseer’s ears twitch at her words as she collected herself with a jolt.
 
“What? Yes. I am listening,” Macha looked around in haste and replied back in the eldar language, trying to find the appropriate tone. “Eirella?” she asked surprised as she found out who it was that had seen her; the faintest trace of a blush was visible on her tattooed cheeks.
 
“Am I disturbing you, my lady?” Eirella asked with a mix of amusement and hesitation, she had never seen lady Macha look this nervous before. 
 
“Of course not, child, I…” Macha forgot her words briefly before continuing, “actually, I was wondering where you had gone yesterday. Even though I could sense you were not in danger you blocked every attempt I made at contacting you,” her question had sounded genuine but Eirella knew a deflection when she heard one.
 
Still, Eirella looked away nervously, at Cadmus, before cursing herself and quickly looking in the other direction. She prayed Macha had not noticed. “I went back here after I discovered something disturbing at the site, my lady. I spoke briefly with one of the mon-keigh about it before secluding myself to meditate in self-reflection,” a half-truth was not a lie, Eirella reminded herself.
 
“So you did see it?” Macha spoke with a contemplative tone which Eirella did not recall having heard before. “Needless to say, the rest of our company found, um, it as well and would very much like to be on the way back to the craftworld now,” she finished with some disappointment to her tone.
 
“I understand, lady Macha. When will we leave?” she knew this was coming.
 
“Soon, but that answer is not why you sought me out, is it?” Macha asked now looking back at the humans, an unreadable expression on her face.
 
“No, my lady,” Eirella admitted, “I had a vision when I slept yesterday. I would seek your guidance, but this is not the time or place for discussing it.”
 
“Indeed it is not, and now you know the reason I brought you here,” Macha now looked back and met Eirellas eyes with a smug expression on her face. “Though I must confess, I am most curious as to the circumstances of this vision,” Eirella gulped and averted her gaze. Had Macha known she would have a vision? Isha, is that how she had known Cadmus’s full name? Did she know everything?
 
“I do not…” Eirella could not find the words, instead she merely looked at Cadmus and noticed he was now observing the two of them; he raised a pair of eyebrows as their eyes met. She did not care if Macha could see it.
 
“Then say no more, young one,” Macha spoke as Eirella noticed her look had been followed, “your secret shall be safe with me,” her tone was understanding and sympathetic as she beheld the humans.
 
“Thank you, my lady,” Eirella did not know what else to say; she looked back over at farseer Macha. This was not how she had expected this exchange to go.
 
“Before you thank me, I would have you remember that we hold all things in common on Biel-Tan,” Macha let a smirk sneak onto her face as Eirellas eyes narrowed in her peripheral vision, “for the good of the craftworld, of course.” She gave the inquisitor a quick wink before she turned and walked to the barracks that served as the Eldar’s quarters, humming to herself while leaving a stunned young warlock in her wake.
 
This was definitely not how Eirella had expected this exchange to go. “Over my crushed spiritstone, lady Macha,” Eirella muttered to herself. In the end she just sighed; as if she would have a choice.
She looked back at Cadmus whom she noted had a wide-eyed, mystified expression on his face; he was lightly chewing his upper lip and looked very interested in the paved ground of the courtyard all of a sudden. Eirella smiled as he met her eyes; for once she braved a small amount of optimism. She would see him again, that much was certain.
 
Perhaps the rivers of fate would lead her somewhere brighter, for once?