Requested smutfic V2 Tags M/F, mind melding Part 1 The dull roar echoed down the hallway as the enormous ship shuttled itself away from the planet. Corporal Roland was still awed by the sheer scope and power of the Imperium. He could still remember the agri-world he had come from and the day the machine men came down from the sky bringing their powerful inventions with them. When the criers came to declare a legion would be raised from his world, he was quick to volunteer. Looking down at his arm covered in scar tissue, he was wondering if he was too quick, or if it had even mattered he volunteered at all, the predatory look the recruiter gave him back then looked cheery, now it made him uneasy to think about it. The training with their las rifles wasn’t much different from the crossbows he had used when hunting with his brothers or defending the town from the scaled beasts from the woods, the gravity on the ship though was almost too light, while it made him tireless it was an uneasy thing to get used to. Yes, on the ship, he was assigned to patrol the lower decks while they were headed to whatever war torn planet they were needed next, probably for the next few months or so, he hoped it wouldn’t be orks, he hoped it would be somewhere warmer than the last frozen rock they dragged him off of, again flexing his hand, hoping he would eventually get most of his movement back. Of course there wasn’t much to do on these ships, mostly he read his primer, after being taught to read it was the only thing he had been given. As he walked down the endless grey corridors of the ship, his thoughts were broken by a massive open door. Odd since most doors on this size were either open except during emergencies or permanently locked. Something inside the room moved back into the darkness, quick and fluid like a spider, the hairs on his neck stood. Reflexively he brought his lasgun up with the flashlight on. Rolands mouth went slack and his eyes widened. The room was enormous and filled with stacks of books and data slates, eight feet high at least. Looking around he began moving into the room “It’s my job to investigate anything unusual” he reasoned as he approached the books like a dog cautiously approaching a discarded dinner tray. Eying the door, he began looking over the books “The life and times of Urksar Creed, Hmm…” He did not notice the shifting form climbing in the rafters overhead, watching him. Halfway through “Cool shit the Emperor said: Volume II” he realized he stood up, thinking it was time to leave and he would return tomorrow, a loud hiss sounded behind him as he touched the books as the massive metal door slid shut behind him and sealed itself with a hollow clang. Rushing over he looked for a control panel of some kind, but he couldn’t find any. “There might be a second way out” hoping to find one before his shift was up and he was flogged for abandoning his post. He looked at the entrance to the labyrinth of books and data slates, shouldered his las rifle and walked in. After a few turns he attempted to go back the way he came, only to find that the path seemed to have changed behind him, the beam of his flashlight flashed across something tall and slender down the rows of books, and flickered out, his lasgun sparked and game a low hum as it died. In the darkness a tall slender humanoid figure walked towards him, two red circles glowed in the dark illuminating a wide and fanged smile. “You fOUNd your way into myLIbrary” the thought echoed in his head, something powerful was speaking directly into his mind, loud, powerful, and feminine? Roland’s eyes began adjusting to the gloom of the warehouse sized chamber. Standing in front of him was a woman wearing a bodyglove, slender, at least seven feet tall, with mech-eyes and an unmoving smile stamped across her face, though her body language and stance seemed curious, looking him up and down. “Well, I saw the door was open and came in to investigate and…” he started as she walked towards him. She was next to him before he could react, fluidly she brought her face level with his and placed her hand around his face. “I dO not get mAny visitors here” He began to feel lightheaded, it felt as if something was reaching into his mind. “w-whO ARe you?” “Roland, corporal, and what is your name?” The lightheadedness receeded somewhat and she took her hand away and stood. “I am JonQUIL. Mo-ost peo-PLE call ME Cu-cu-CUDdles.” Roland began remembering the stories some of the other guards told each other in the trenches, about the psyker they had stashed somewhere in the ship, the Commissar’s personal guard. Once during a campaign he thought he saw some blue lightning around where an enemy fortification would have been, the next day they had rolled through and the entire area had been charred to the ground, he had however believed it was just a story. “sO you have hEArd of-f me then” the voice echoed through his mind. “Only a little bit” She cocked her head to the side and leaned in “S-Somewhat sad I hAve nOt heard of you” Roland laughed a bit “you may have, naïve man from an Imperial world, as far as I can tell there are a lot of me on this ship, might have been confused with someone else” She leaned forward “r-rEaly?” Roland held up his scarred arm “I may have stuck my arm in an orks mouth to distract it while I shot it after it broke into our trench, the Commissar visited me on my death bed, called me an idiot, cursed me out for about twenty minutes and gave me a promotion” Cuddles let out what sounded like a laugh and covered her mouth with her hand “that sOUnds l-like the bOss to m-me” She leaned forward farther, bringing her hand back to the corporals face “d-do yOU mind if I sEE for myself?” Roland not seeing a way to refuse, nodded “r-rElax” he felt as if he was falling. He was back on the battlefield in the trenches. Gouts of dirt kicking up as golf ball sized projectiles exploded around the earthwork fortifications. Roland popped up and saw a field of screaming green monsters; he fired into the masses, screaming with his brothers as they tried to hold back the tide. They heard a crashing sound to their left, but ignored it due to the threat in front of them, one of the guardsman next to him, someone he knew, worked and bled with, jerked back as an ork slug punched right through the dirt walls and flak vest, splattering his organs against the back of the trench. Someone from behind grabbed him and pulled him down in time for their artillery to land near their trench, shredding the charging greenskins. Roland smiled at his friend, before he heard a too human scream from the left. One of the monsters had broken through the line, walking into the trench bleeding from shrapnel wounds holding a crude cleaver with a fellow guard skewered on it. Roland charged with his bayonet fixing the gun firmly in place over the creature’s heart. Inside its reach its mouth lurched forward for his face as he jammed his arm into the back of its jaw, watching his arm snap into pieces, firing over and over… He was back on his homeworld, tilling the field, his father called him in with his brothers for the first time. “The creatures are eating our livestock again, you’re old enough now to go out with us” His father handed him a crossbow “Keep yer knife on you at all times, if they go to bite at you, remember, there aren’t too many teeth at the back of the mouth, if ye pull out they will shred yer arm, so just jam it in further and it won’t know what to do. The woods morphed back into the battlefield, the ork was dead, still twitching as he emptied his magazine into its head. His mangled arm flopped useless at his side as he ran over to his comrade still impaled on the cleaver. H was screaming for a medkit trying to put the entrails back into him with his one good arm… “I-I’m sorry” Cuddles seemed to move away from him “I-I dIdn’t knOw” Roland looked at his surroundings, he was in the warehouse on the ground, adrenaline pumping through his veins and covered in cold sweat as he relived the memory, he looked around, seeing the psyker, looking concerned through her limited facial expression “I-I s-should gO…I will o-open thE door fOr you” Roland moved quickly after her, adrenaline flowing was easy to catch up to her, he caught her by the hand “Wait! It’s ok, I should have told you, I had no idea, but…” She stopped and looked at his hand grasping hers, he noticed just how pale her skin was next to his tanned arm, she flushed and he let go. “I just wanted…its ok, can I come back here?” Still colored, she looked around “whY w-wOUld you w-wish to cOme back?” Roland shrugged “I’ve never met someone like you and you seem like a good person, and it’s a shame to meet a good person and never see them again” She seemed taken aback at this, brushing a lock of silver white hair over her ear “o-okAy” Roland left that room, the massive door hissed closed behind him, feeling dizzy and thirsty he made it back just in time for his replacement to take over the patrol, checking the time he realized several hours had passed by, he must have been lost longer than he thought, yet he was resolved to come back. Part 2 A few days passed before he got the same posting. Wasting no time after he indeed checked no one was in the abandoned lower sections of the ship, he was at the door, to find it closed with no discernable handle or panel. He gave it a few knocks and waited. No response came from the other side of the door. So he waited some more, after about an hour he gave a few more knocks, realizing there was no one else around that could hear it, the door opened. Roland looked in, Jonquil was standing just out of the lights reach perched behind one of the book walls. “yoU c-came back” the voice echoed in his head somewhat surprised. “Well, I don’t see why I wouldn’t” Jonquil came around the corner giving a laugh and a shake of her head. She was dressed in tight, almost undersized gym clothing that clearly were not made with her proportions in mind. “Wow, I thought you just wore that suit around everywhere” She looked down “I wEar t-these when I exErcise, sometimes with Connie” Roland noticed her hair and clothing were slightly damp with sweat, and a towel was over her shoulder, the way her clothing clung to her was somewhat distracting “Who?” “Oh r-rIght, the boss, you would call her rAege” Images of the foul mouthed gravel voiced female commissar flashed through his mind. “Wow, what’s that even like, I usually am with my squad, some of the hardest soldiers I’ve seen would rather run naked into the enemy lines than piss her off” Cuddles snickered at this “I c-cAn see that, it IS h-her job after all” She moved slowly towards Roland as he took his helmet off, his hair had grown well past regulation through sheer officer neglect, bangs moving into his eyes. He followed her through the book shelf maze, she lazily waved her hand and the wall parted, showing a spacious but bare living quarters. “Nice place you have here” Jonquil motioned to a large circular chair, and Roland took a seat. “I-It’s not much, but I-it is home” Roland leaned back, “Well its far different from where I’m from, smaller of course, but I remember everything being home made, my father used to sit my brothers and I down in front of his chair and tell stories, that chair was carved out of a solid trunk by hand and passed down the family along with the stories told in it” He smiled remembering his home, Jonquil looked at him from her hammock that she had perched in. “m-May I ta-ake another look?” she motioned towards him. Roland moved towards her “Do you enjoy looking into people’s thoughts?” “O-oh yes” She said without hesitation, “I-I don’t get out too much, peOple tend to be afrAid, it is nIce t-to sEE through other peOple’s eyes” Roland looked around at her home, while it was vast and filled with more knowledge than most could ask for, he realized that it was isolated from the rest of the ship, how empty it was. Putting those thoughts out of his head, he looked back to see her leaning down almost at eye level, the room faded out of view and the sensation of weightlessness came over him. He was remembering home, the golden fields of grain he and his family tended to sell at the market, the day the Imperial ships came from the sky, his training with the guard, helping people through the trials making friends in the regiment. His mind wandered to them in a trench together, sharing the warmth of a fire and their meager rations during a particularly nasty campaign, the mutual life saving. His mind wandered to eating in the mess hall with his new friends, training and exercising together, the memory lingering there for quite some time. Roland awoke with the psyker staring intently at him, glancing down slightly as he woke up. “y-yoU have some good friEnds Roland” Roland smiled “is there a way I can take a look through your eyes?” Cuddles tilted her head “D-do yoU wAnt to?” Roland nodded and leaned forward, eager to try this new experience. He found himself on a world much different than her own, Jonquil, before she knew she was a psyker, living on a ship in the void. She was a teenager drifting in the low gravity areas of the ship as a child, marveling at a passing giant dust cloud, her parents giving her first book. She showed him how her and the commissar spent time together, though the details seemed to be blotted out. Roland saw through her eyes when the silent sisters brought her aboard the black ship, her first true vision of the warp, her eyes burning from her skull as she saw into infinity …He was brought out by Jonquil leaning him back into his seat. “What happened?” She moved back “I m-may hAve gone toO far thEre, let us f-focUs on sOmething else” She placed her hands back at the sides of his head practically leaning over him “Wait” Roland said. Cuddles paused. “I don’t mind seeing what happened, it must be hard to talk about” She leaned back a bit, staring at him “y-yOu do n-not fInd this frightening?” her voice echoed in his head. “Well of course, but I’m sure you did as well, but it’s good to share them” Her hands moved back around his head “I-I like tOO share thOse memorIEs, lets keep gOing, shOw m-me whAt your hOme w-was like” and they drifted back off into his memories once more. He remembered before that how he trekked with his friends through the woods on his home world, the time after the harvest festival he took Jenna out into the woods alone, their first kiss, their first time, how nervous they were, what they did that night together in the summer heat, his mind uncontrollably jumped to Jonquil and her long silver hair flowing down her front over her form fitting body glove, imagining himself taking it off, kissing her neck, reaching his hands behind her head and down… He was back in the room sitting in the room spun briefly and Roland saw Jonquil still leaning over him, color rising in her pale cheeks just below her mechanized eyes, they clicked and whirred as they focused. “I-Right, sorry abou…” Jonquil cut him off, not moving back “YoU do nOt f-find me threatening?” she asked. Roland would have leaned back if he wasn’t already being pressed into the chair as he looked at her. Her long slender frame, smooth skin and curves, combined with the smell coming off of her was almost intoxicating. Her face, even with the mechanical eyes and permanent grin was still beautiful in a way, symmetrical, angled just enough. “I don’t see how someone could” She snorted a laugh through her teeth “thEre are mAny w-who w-would dISagree with that” Roland remembered the charred tanks and tau skeletons from the aftermath of the blue lightning incident. He decided to go for broke “well you know what I think Jonquil, do you feel the same way?” She stopped and looked him up and down, she brushed some of the hair out of his eyes “D-Do yoU wIsh to fInd out?” She leaned in. Roland moved forward and took her by the back of the head, pulling her into the oversized chair with him. She fell on top of him, straddling him into the chair, rubbing her face on his neck unclasping his armor, Roland practically threw it to the side. She pulled his shirt open to reveal his muscular chest built by years of physical labor and training accented by enough hair to highlight his physique, Jonquil gleefully moved her hands over his chest, pulling the rest of his shirt off as she worked with his web gear. Roland moved his hands over her body, one moving up her back, neck and running his fingers through her hair as she arched her back, the second starting at her neck, moving down over her firm breasts, down her taut smooth stomach and lower still. Cuddles gripped his shoulders as he moved his hand over her clothes, moving his hand between her legs and stroking her, feeling the wetness gathering through the thin garment. As she got his web gear off, freeing the large bulge poking through his combat fatigues, he moved his hands down the front of her pants, rubbing the outside of her slick lips. She gasped as he gently pushed a finger inside, moving it around getting short gasps from her as she pulled his head close to her. Grinning, he moved his free hand up under her shirt, massaging one breast, and took the nub of the other in his mouth and gently teased it with his teeth, continuing to stroke her soft insides. Her breathing became ragged and fast he felt her walls spasm as wetness engulfed his hand. Pulling his head back, he saw that a color was rising in her chest, Jonquil took the opportunity to pull her shirt off, pressing herself close to him. “P-please dOn’t stop” Roland grinned, arms flexing as he picked her up and walked her over to the floor, laying her down perching on top of her “I haven’t even gotten started” He dropped his clothing, freeing his thick organ, Jonquil peeled off her now wet shorts. Roland kissed his way from the top of her hairless mound to her neck, coming up to face her, the base of his shaft rubbing up and down her lips. She squirmed in pleasure and wrapped her leg around his back as he rubbed the head of his thick shaft against her hot wet lips “I-I wAnt yOU inSIDE m-mE” Her legs pushed against his back and she grasped his shoulders as he slowly pushed his length inside of her. She gave a gasp, as he got halfway in her, slowly moving back and forth, he got deeper with every thrust, until he was fully inside her, filling her up. She pulled his face down to her, resting her head against his. Roland began rocking back and forth, filling her with each thrust, their movements gradually becoming faster as they found their rhythm. He felt her innermost parts clamping tightly on him, the color rising in her chest and face as well as her lips becoming a dangerous shade of red that contrasted starkly with her pale white flesh. Cuddles felt her pleasure building with every movement, his solid member running along inside of her, thick and hot, filling her up. He turned her on her side, pressuring the side and getting into her deepest places. A sudden jolt of pleasure shot through her body as Roland picked up speed. She had not had a man this vigorous in a long time. Suddenly he felt her grip then relax, digging her nails into his back as her breathing became ragged. “Y-yesss” her voice echoed in his head. Cuddles felt the first small orgasm shoot through her body, each thrust moving her closer and closer as it burst through her. She clamped down on him, pulling him close with her legs, arching her back and grinding onto him. She felt Roland’s strong arms close around her back and lift her upright with him, now straddling him as she fell onto his full length, pushing all the way up the front of her, jolting her again. She felt another orgasm building. Using her weight she pushed the guardsman on his back, savoring how the low light accented his musculature as he squirmed under her, and began rocking back and forth. She wanted it deep in her, each movement pushing where her fingers could never reach. “Gods yes” she heard him gasp, she looked down to see him closing his eyes in pleasure, when he opened them, she looked back and he pulled her close “Jonquil, If you keep going…I’ll” Cuddles stopped him by lifting her hips halfway up his length, and bringing them down, bringing him back into her. He stopped mid-sentence “C-Call me C-cUddles” she willed the thought into him. “And I wANT you to fInish IN me” She began grinding into him, he pleasure building deep inside of her. Roland felt the pressure building, begging for release. He began pushing into her with every gyration, she was breathing heavily, moving back and forth, the pleasure began building at the base of his shaft, moving rapidly to the tip. “Cuddles, I’m!” She kept going “M-Me tOO!” she stopped moving up and down, just grinding into him as he thrusted she got a leg under him and locked him in at the hip, their minds touched and an explosion of pleasure ran through both of their bodies. Filling them with the sensation of each other, Cuddles felt herself clamping on his member again and again, climaxing as a wave of pleasure overtook her as he filled her to the brim from her deepest parts to spill from the lips. Cuddles shuddered and collapsed on Roland as every part of his body save for one went limp, collapsing into a pile of limbs and sweat. She lay on top of him for quite some time, after they had caught their breath and she fell to the side they still lay there, listening to each other’s breathing. She gave what could have been a light laugh and moved her hands up his arms as he ran his hand through her snow white hair. “Now this is a memory I’m glad we could share” Cuddles laughed “I k-knOw you hAve to leave, but yoU should cOme b-back” She felt Roland put his strong arm around her and bring her in close “I’ll take the flogging, I don’t mind staying here for a bit longer” EPILOGUE Corporal Roland reported back well after his shift was over, only to find that he was never missed, the guardsman on second shift apparently not caring enough to report him for not being there or simply imagining he left early. Cuddles saw Roland’s many times over the course of the month, sharing stories, lending books, and diving into each other’s minds, and of course repeating that one night on the Ave Maria. The psyker bobbed nervously through the halls, trying not to drop the stack of data slates and the package of course that she had been given. She ran down the hallway to the doorway that led to Cuddle’s room. She was always unnerved by her regardless of what her boss said. Raege was kind to her and Cuddles was the commissar’s friend, so she would try to play nice with her. As Boone went to knock on the door It opened to a familiar dark room. “Umm. Cuddles?” she said nervously. Jonquil materialized behind the Commissar’s assistant, she had been following her since she had walked into this section of the ship, Boone was troublesome, but she tried hard to do the best she could, that and it was always fun to scare her a bit. “Y-Yess?” She thought into her mind. Boone squeaked and fell over, dropping the dataslates and package, which floated in midair illuminated by a faint blue light. She stood up, brushed herself off and plucked the data slates, but didn’t touch the package. “Yes hello cuddles, I..Um…There was a package for you, one of the guardsmen that deployed planetside this morning left it for you” Jonquil turned it over in her hands, the box itself was a supply box given to troopers, she knew it was from Roland, their detachment was being transferred to a world they would never visit again, they hadn’t had time to say their goodbyes before they had known. “Who was he?” Boone asked. Cuddles looked at the package, feeling the sadness building but having no tears to shed. She looked at Boone “Just a guardsman breadcrumb, just a guardsman, she walked back into her room, Boone tried to ask her something else but Cuddles waved the door shut. Once inside her mech eyes adjusted and she opened the package pulling out a long scarf. It was rough, hand knitted, and quite worn, cleaned but stained with what could have been blood in one of the corners. She remembered from his past, it was a gift from his family, made from plant fibers from their fields, and knitted by his mother, though shorter than she remembered, it was neatly cut in half and hemmed up. Inside was a note. “For all the memories, I will never forget you R.” She put the scarf on and strode out the door, she had a spring in her step, her smile was genuine. Planetside, Roland looked at his half scarf, and tucked it into his flak vest. The planet was cold, and it was orks again and yet he grinned. In the hopeless corners of the 41st millennium, a two bright sparks burned bright against the darkness.