40K smutfic M/F, mutant, psyker, femdom, height difference, psychic domination Mr. Culexus 40K original characters Tags M/F, mild height difference, mutant, mind melding Chapter 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. 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” CHAPTER 2 m/f, femdom, The heavy rain pounded against the jungle canopy. The constant driving rain drummed a constant beat, hiding the sound of the men making their way through the jungle. The olive drab plates of their armor made a muted dink every it was hit by the falling water, drowned out by the background beat of leaves being pelted. They moved stealthily through the brush, turning branches and leaves away with the bayonets affixed to the end of their las guns. One of the men stumbled as his foot sank through the soft earth, snapping one of the branches. The other men turned to him. “Damnit Leig, do you want to draw every feathery bastard to our position?” The sergeant hissed at him. “Sorry serga..” He never finished the sentence. He was cut off by a bright blue bolt of searing energy impacted his chest and knocked him smoking to the ground. “Take cover!” one of the men yelled as they all scattered and began scanning the surroundings from the shooter. One guardsman followed the path of the bolt, aimed and fired off several shots each one with a resounding krak. His shots hit their target as a muffled gargling noise sounded out followed by a dull thud as the sniper fell from its perch. Silence followed and the patter of rain quickly replaced it. As the other guardsmen all fell in line, a screech sounded throughout the jungle, followed by more that seemed to be all around them, the sound of snapping branches and las fire soon drowned out the rain. “Form up! Cover your fields of fire! Prepare to use grenades to thin them out!” The sergeant barked. The wounded man on the ground looked at the guardsman, one hand struggling to push himself upright using his las rifle as a crutch, the other reaching out to him, smoke rising from the hole in his chest he sputtered out “Roland, help me” Corporal Roland woke up in a cold sweat, bolt upright, breathing heavily, reaching for his rifle that was not there, heartbeat pounding in his ears. The room he was in was not the ship’s infantry bunkhouse he realized. It was large, cavernous, almost like a small warehouse. It was dark, but for the soft glowing emergency lights on the ceiling he could not see at all. He shifted his weight and realized he was in some sort of oversized hammock, he closed his eyes and tried to calm down, retrace his steps. He felt something shift beside him, a long slender arm slid around his waist and up to his chest, resting near the shoulder and gently gripping him. A leg then wrapped around him from behind as someone’s head began nudging his neck “R-Oland…” The voice sounded in his mind, her long silver hair draping over him. It came flooding back to him in that instant, how he got there, where he was. He sighed in relief and laid back into the hammock “Just a bad dream Quill, that’s all” “I-I- KnOwwww” Her voice sounded sheepishly in his mind, he looked at her. The psyker’s mech eyes clicked and adjusted to the low light, in the red glow she looked embarrassed. “I Couldn’t h-h-Elp but s-seeee” He smiled, turned to face her, and put his hands on her hips and around the small of her back. Giving a small happy noises she pulled him close, wrapping her legs around him. With her height, Roland’s face was pressed into her neck just above her chest, he began kissing and biting her pale flesh. Growling, she twisted the two of them until she was on top, pushing herself upright straddling the Guardsman. Looking down at him with her ever present smile, she leaned in close, moving her hands over his strong shoulders “yOU shouldn’t stAARt what-t you c-cant fInish…” She knew, from his mind probably that he had drill tomorrow, as he did every day, combined with his recent promotion to corporal he had to make a good showing of himself or he would be the Comissar’s new personal chew toy for the foreseeable future. Knowing this however, Roland looked up at Jonquil, his eyes had adjusted to the low light of her room enough for him to make out her slim tall frame, tight toned body and the constant smile he now found quite charming and felt himself growing far too excited to go back to sleep. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs pressed against him “I do need my sleep” He said, working his hand down from her waist, past her mound, and to her lips, she squirmed and gripped his arms tightly “But I’m more than willing to lose some” He began working his fingers while his other arm slowly crept up her back, pressing her down to him. “w-wE shouldn’t-t” she said, rubbing her face into his shoulder as he bit down on her neck, using his grip on her waist he rolled her over, now on top of her, she became even more slick and gave small gasps as he worked his hand. He moved his hand to her waist, gripping the back of her neck with the other and began rubbing his hard member against her hot wet lips. “We shouldn’t” He agreed looking into her eyes “And yet…” He continued his slow rubbing motion, teasing her nub as she began pressing herself against him trying to pull him inside her “I wANt it” He teased her lips with his member, rubbing it just on the entrance of her “Ask me nicely” She shivered, moving her hips closer to him and he pulled away grinning “p-P-pleeAssss fUck meeee” her gasp overlapped with the voice in Roland’s head as he pressed inside. She was slender inside as her build would suggest, his member pressing on every hot wet surface. Cuddles tilted her head back in pleasure as Roland began thrusting into her, her long arms caressing his solid chest and middle. Roland grinned, grabbing her arms in a solid grip and forcing them behind her back into the webbing of the hammock. Cuddles struggled for a moment before realizing her arms were trapped beneath her “W-what aArre you-“ Her question was interrupted. The guardsman grinned, grabbing her upper arms and forcing her legs up, poised to penetrate her as deeply as possible, her eyes clicked and whirred, nervousness crept over her, imagining she could stop him by getting inside his head, she started when the guardsman suddenly thrust into her, a wave of pleasure pulsed through her as he held her down, forcing his way in and out. Cuddle’s mind went blank, unable to think, her head arched back, involuntarily moving to one side. She tried to free her arms, between her own weight and being tangled in the ropes she couldn’t free herself, the feeling of helplessness as she was fucked only served to arouse her further. “Y-yheessssss” she said, physically this time. Each thrust brought a more intense pulse, a tingling feeling worked its way up her spine as she felt herself spasm underneath him. She tried to feel out blindly with her mind, every time she tried a wave of pleasure broke her concentration, her heart pounded as she watching his shaft pump in and out of her, not knowing when he would finish or where. Her mind tipped over the edge, bliss flooding her as he grinded into her. His sleek muscles moving below the skin like a work of art. “Ppleaasse…..finnisssh……meeee” she growled out in fragments. Roland growled, pumping several more times, deliberate and fast, pulse pounding as he reached his climax. He pulled out at the last moment, sending a stream of pearly white flying onto her petite breasts and flat slender stomach before thrusting back into her wet slit, he felt it grip onto him as he came again inside of her. Pausing to catch his breath and recover as he nearly passed out, he felt Cuddles’ legs wrap around him rubbing on his back, he fell to the side of her as she still squirmed in a halfhearted effort to untie her arms. With a small laugh he traced his hand from her neck to between her legs, teasing her sensitive clit, her legs snapped together on his hand, doing nothing but pressing it tighter. “Don’t start what I cannot finish?” he continued moving his fingers, her legs slick with sweat and their mixed fluids. “argsldasdkasnaksdassssskkkk” came the jumbled reply both in her voice and his head. He laughed for a moment before Cuddles recovered and melded their minds. Roland suddenly convulsed as his sensations linked with her, every stroke of his fingers suddenly transferred to him, he looked at her smiling, not stopping his fingers. Cuddles disentangled her arms, wrapping them and her legs around Roland. Roland lost some sleep, of course he didn’t think it would be a problem, and the two drifted off to dreamless sleep. (Re-purposed hangar bay of transport ship Ave Maria-temporary training hall) “ROLAND! Here I thought you were all equally worthless, yet you have proven me wrong by SOMEHOW LOWERING THE BAR EVEN FURTHER THAN I THOUGHT PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE!” Corporal Roland’s morning was not going so well. The lack of sleep combined with vigorous activity had left him bleary eyed and tired for the morning drills. The Comissar stood below him, looking up and judging with those cold blue eyes, the scar between them making them far more menacing. As he started climbing the rope he had slid down, his hardened hands bled from the friction. He stopped to take a breath and a rock solid fist rammed into his gut, knocking the wind out of him and making him lose his grip on the rope. The drop thankfully was only around five feet, the gear bag on his back took the worst of his fall. The Comissar was quick to stand over him, looking down with her scarred face. “Are you quitting on me? Well, are you? Then quit, you slimy fucking walrus-looking piece of shit! Get the fuck off of my obstacle! Get the fuck down off of my obstacle! NOW! MOVE IT! Or I'm going to rip your balls off, so you cannot contaminate the gene pool! I will motivate you, Corporal, EVEN IF IT SHORT-DICKS THE ENTIRE HUMAN RACE I WILL MOTIVATE YOU TO SURVIVE!”As she shouted he growled and began shimmying up the rope, leaving bloody spots on the rope. Seeing this, Comissar Raege nodded “Now that’s more fucking like it Corporal!” Drenched with sweat, Roland heaved himself over the last obstacle. Physical training routines on the ship had been upped recently and he could swear they were getting harder every week, everything seemed heavier at least. Filling his lungs, the fabric of his shirt clung to his hard frame. As he heard the heavy thud of boots he inwardly cursed yet stood upright and saluted as the Commissar walked by “Corporal, assign twenty guard for cleanup crew then send the rest to chow” Out of reflex he said “Yes commissar” before he realized that he was given duty to assign people jobs. It was a small thing, he realized, however since joining the guard he had always been told what do, and very little required actually telling people what to do. Before he could ask questions she was gone. He looked around at the other troops, some of them were still on the course, others were still recovering, a few had finished early and were standing in line, no one above private rank and a few of them glanced over at him. Now who do I assign he mused. He couldn’t just give the assignment to the ones who finished first, then he would be punishing them for doing better on the obstacles, the ones still on the course and recovering would likely be exhausted and they had to break down the obstacles that had mostly been constructed out of crates and rigging. He walked past the line of troops “I can’t pick my friends or they may resent it, but if I don’t pick them I’ll be playing favorites” Roland paused for a moment, the last of the soldiers got in line in front of him, his friends shot him a glance, he made his decision “Troop! We fall out, break down the obstacles and then we can go to chow!” He barked, the soldiers without hesitation ran and began putting away the gear, Roland joined them. (On the lower decks of the Ship) She felt a disturbance ripple through the ship, nothing physical, but it was as if the ship had rapidly changed direction, and slowed down. Noting this Jonquil looked up on reflex, but going back to her data slat “gardening techniques of primitive agri worlds” her friend Nada had taken up gardening, or tried to, as a troop frigate wasn’t the most hospitable place for plants to grow, and the hydroponics area of the ship wouldn’t let Nada in, seeing as the crew probably wouldn’t be able to stand her. Perhaps, Jonquil thought she could help her put together a grow house and gather some seeds next time they made landfall. A presence interrupted her, she felt the strong confident personality outside in the hall making its way to the door, feeling out with her mind, she flicked the switch on the other side of the room, unlocking the door and shifted the book walls aside. The commissar walked through the door, taking her hat off, letting her black hair fall across her back. “Jonquil” “C-Connie-e” She said happily, rolling of the mattress still holding the data slate. Raege nodded to the spot behind her “I thought you liked the hammock” “I di-id, but it-ts nIce to haAve a chaAnge of pa-ace” she projected. To any onlooker it would seem as if the commissar was talking at the tall albino psyker with no response, holding a one sided conversation. “Here, I’ll trade you” Raege said sarcastically as she handed her the data slate. Jonquil took it and looked it over. Planet name, specifications, maps of enemy emplacements and land topography, it was a mission dossier. “W-We hAAave an AsssignmEnt it s-seems, a-and hEre I thought you jussst cAme to visi-t” She tilted her head forward. “Sorry quill, been busy, training some new officer meat and prepping the guards for landfall, it’s a higher gravity world so we’ve had to turn up the weight in the hangar and get them used to it, honestly I’ve been thinking I’ll keep it that way for a while after we leave, stop em from getting too soft” “y-yOU nEEd to r-rIDE them hard sometIMEee” Cuddles gave a throaty laugh “ “You know Jonquil, I used to do it because I couldn’t stand anyone not living up to my standards.” Cuddles tilted her head “Whenever I saw someone failing at something I knew I could do I just…” The commissar made a strangling motion with her hands and sighed “Now I do it to stop them from dying, every time I get them to run a little bit faster, fight harder…I don’t know, in some ways its like I’m keeping em safe. Emperor save me I’m the one getting soft now” “i-its oOkAay bosss, thEY can be h-hAard for you, y-yOU just neEd to ride t-them hAarder” “I certainly hope so Quill, we need as many hard ones as we can get our hands on” The commissar said solemnly, Cuddles was covering her mouth with her hand at this point, her smile seemed to widen, narrow shoulders shaking with silent laughter. “S-sooo whAt i-is my a-ssignmenttt” “Tau, we’re going to hit them with two strike forces, you’re our big stick on the second prong, we’re deploying nada for the second” This made Cuddles curious “Na-ada? Y-you ssssuspect psykers a-among them?” “Not quite, read your dossier, any other questions you can ask me later, tell no one, we drop out into real space in a standard solar day. I’m going to need you to come with me to collect our resident Culexus, so suit up” Cuddle’s pulse quickened, powerful as she was the culexus assassin was death to her. Every time she got close it always caused her to feel an involuntary panic, she loved that feeling. (Upper decks, cafeteria) (The next day) “You know she’s probably going to kill you right?” Shae said to Roland, mouth half full of warm nutri mush and some form of unidentifiable bread, Roland was somewhat worried and she started again “She said –Twenty guards- Roland, not the entire damned room” “Well how was I supposed to know?” “You weren’t supposed to know, or think for that matter, you were supposed to do as you were told” Greggory said to his left, pointing at him with his cup. “Don’t get me wrong, everyone is glad we didn’t have to move that much, but the cafeteria staff aren’t too happy that everyone was twenty minutes late to chow, they like the trains to move on time” “Trains?” Roland asked. Shae looked at him “Really?” Roland shrugged “Right, I keep forgetting you’re from the stix” She ran her hand through her short cropped hair “Basically yesterday you threw them off their routine and they are going to bitch to their superior, who will bitch to the commissar. Shit rolls downhill but stink rises, your best bet is that something else distracts her” “Ah don’t worry yerself” Greggory chimed in, the large red headed man finished up his plate and stood up for sedonds “I’m sure she’s forgotten” A voice called out over the din of the cafeteria “Corporal Roland!” his friends turned to him looking worried, Shae pantomimed hanging herself as he raised his hand “Report to the gymnasium, four hours, exercise gear” Everyone went back to eating, Roland pushed his mostly eaten food away, Gregory immediately picked it up. “So” Shae said “four hours, want to hit the bunks and have a little fun before you die?” “No, I think I’m fine” “I was referring to the two of you” Shae pointed to Gregory, who looked at Roland and shrugged, putting an arm around Roland mockingly “I’ll warn you Rol, I don’t do gentle” Roland met his gaze and leaning forward “Neither do I” Shae leaned back, nudging another guardswoman behind her to watch the scene as the two men embraced, leaning into each other, muscular arms gripping necks and shoulders, when the two of them broke apart laughing. Shae sighed “spoilsports, both of you” (Four hours later) (Exercise room, Ave Maria) “It can’t be too bad, I’m just meeting the commissar in the exercise room, its not like she’s going to kill me or anything” Roland mused to himself. He rounded the corner to the gym to the sound of heavy rapid fire impacts. The commissar and another guardsman were fighting in the ring. The man was around Roland’s height but easily twice as heavy with muscle, a scar over his right eye, close cropped hair and a sleeveless shirt with “flak armor” printed on the front. The commissar, almost a head taller than him had backed him into a corner with a flurry of blows, driving him back. He responded with several quick jabs and a cross, the cross was dodged and she came back in with a punishing hook to his side, then to the face. Roland nearly felt the last impact from across the room. A timer sounded and the two of them broke off. They touched gloves, the man smiled and said something to her, the Commissar answered with a half, almost smile and a conciliatory nod, saying something Roland couldn’t hear that made the other man shake his head and laugh as he threw his towel over his shoulder and walked to the door. The small half smile lingered on her face and Roland got a close look at her as the sweat drenched clothing clung to her chest. The guardsman walked past Roland, noticing him looking at the Commissar he said passing him “Careful boy, she’ll eat you alive” “I’ve got a meeting scheduled” the man looked back at him, then to her, shrugged and said “good luck” Roland almost followed him out the door. “Corporal, get behind the bag and hold it” She said, walking over the heavy bag area, he followed her and did so, noticing at this point with some nervousness that they were the only two in the gym. The first punches caught him off guard, knocking the back into him, he got his balance and fortified himself for the next couple. A few hits later she started talking “Corporal you’re going to be second in command of a strike force, behind enemy lines, special assignment” Several more punches. “Yes Commissar, whats the assignment?” , she suddenly rotated her hips throwing leg up, shin slamming into the bag inches away from Roland’s face “Keep steady and turn with me or you are going to lose teeth, and to answer your question your first orders are to keep the other soldiers in line and follow the orders of your superior” Several more heavy punches came, the last one knocking some breath out of him “Your second set of orders are to protect the specialist, get them to the extraction point” “That’s it?” “Somewhat, Corporal what is your opinion of psykers?” his gut felt like it had fallen out and he responded from the uplifting primer “burn the heretic, kill the mutant, purge the unclean?” A sudden flying punch hit the bag hard enough to drive it into his face dazing him, a driving kick drove the bag into his gut and sudden hook missed the bag somewhat landing again on the side of his face, he lost his grip on the bag, staggering back a step. “Exactly corporal, except for Imperium sanctioned psykers” She motioned for him towards the bag again, she began throwing more controlled hits at the bag, and started again “There are two fire teams taking out two different objectives, you will be escorting a sanctioned specialist providing you don’t panic when you see them, can you accomplish this Corporal?” It dawned on him what she was talking about “I believe I can Ma’am” She looked unconvinced but nodded anyway and walked over to the door “I promoted you because you have shown leadership qualities and initiative in encounters with the enemy. Keep it up and you will go far.” She walked over to the doorframe “Report to the loading bay tomorrow 0500, and Coporal, when I give you orders regarding anything, including a cleaning crew you follow it to the letter, disobey me again and we do this without the bag” (Frozen wasteland, during a blizzard, Tau controlled space) Not for the first time, Roland cursed his current situation. The mission had gone smoothly so far, however their company was what bothered him. At 0500 he and the other officers were the first ones there. Raege had brought in Jonquil and the other specialist in to see if they reacted poorly. Cuddles for her part played the stoic outwardly, though her “snickering” had been felt by Roland in his mind at the situation as they were introduced by the Commissar Raege, and told for the first time that she was the highest ranking member of the guard on the ship second only to the General or Raege who worked directly for the inquisition, Roland thought back to their previous night, and the entire scene of him holding her down making her beg in an entirely different light. The other woman however, had instilled a sense of dread and hatred the moment Roland had seen her. She had walked in behind Jonquil another woman walked in, neck down in black synth skin, ostensibly normal looking aside from the gray pallor to her face and one bloodshot looking eye, blank expression on her face staring at nothing in particular. She carried a strange, elongated skull helmet under her shoulder and whistled tunelessly as Raege gave them their mission parameters. One of the officers lunged at the woman to attack her, almost frothing at the mouth, Roland and another officer restrained him as Raege had him taken out of the room and explained that this was some sort of specialist Imperium agent that gave off a disquieting aura, his job as officer of the second fire team was to follow her, get out of her way when they reached their target, and ensure she made it back to the extraction point, and to stay roughly 10 meters away at all times. They were given special backpacks and told to jump out of the back of one of the Imperium’s marvelous flying machines, Roland, terrified but loyal, followed orders, and jumped with the rest of them, when the large bag deployed from his backpack and slowed his descent; he was reminded again why he trusted the emperor’s machinery. They had landed in an icy, wind blasted wasteland, digging themselves out of the snow and trudging towards their target, the Culexus assassin leading seemingly unbothered by the cold or wind, despite himself Roland hoped she would freeze to death, then pushed that thought from his mind, she was a servant of the Emperor, he had to battle this incorrect instinct. He wasn’t the only one, more than once he had to order a private to direct their lasgun away from her. He had been told it may be necessary to execute a private for treason if the lieutenant was unable to do so, he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. The lieutenant gave the command to stop and go prone, they all did, the Culexus, Roland noticed was nowhere to be found. He looked through his scope, seeing dark figures walking around in the snow, cloaked and marching back and forth, enemy patrol. “Sir, orders?” Roland crawled up beside his superior and asked, he simply held his hand out in the universal sign for wait and motioned for Roland to watch the patrol. Another figure stalked its way towards the patrol, quick and precise like a snake, when it got within striking distance of the patrol, the creatures never stood a chance. The figure launched itself at the first, snapping its neck mid-flight as it passed over it, rolling forward coming up in front of the second and splitting it open with some force in the blink of an eye. The third figure started to raise its weapon when a bolt of what Roland could only perceive as “nothing” flew out from the figures face and bisected it, it was silent, and all over in the space of a single breath. His lieutenant motioned them all forward; the only sound was the steady howl of wind and the occasional smattering of snow against his facemask. (Frozen wasteland, just outside of Tau forward base) Jonquil was somewhat worried. Of course she had rationalized that this would eventually happen, but hadn’t thought her new guardsman would be sent on a dangerous mission like this so soon, she sighed inwardly, perhaps she was cursed. At least her friend Nada should make it back, and who knows, the two of them might actually not end up hating each other, or more specifically Roland might not try and kill Nada, she hoped it wouldn’t come to that, there would be nothing left of him. The rest of the strike team shivered in the cold, she only wore the cold weather gear over her bodyglove as a precaution, her mind shielded her from the elements. Something else seemed off about the mission, she was the distraction team, they needed heavy artillery to lure the Tau forces away from their actual target, but getting heavy artillery to this position in this weather undetected would be impossible, unless that artillery came in the form of a single ten guard strike force and a certain albino psyker… “Target sighted miss” A heavily accented voice to her side broke her distraction. Broad shouldered Caliban had gotten the fire team hidden away and sighted their advance base through a break in the blizzard, any closer and they may have been spotted. Cuddles crouched near him, he pulled his mask down, showing that beaming smile and rugged beard “I’ll set the lads on patrol so we don’t get surprised” She nodded “Let’s light them up and be home in time for tea” “indEEEEEEd we shAAllll” He was nice, she thought. She had thought of getting to know him more, even in the cold weather gear as he walked away she could see his well sculpted legs and buttocks flex through the material as he stomped through the snow. She remembered observing the troops swimming from a hidden perch, Daneel and his powerfully built chest adorned by his chest hair he had trimmed into the shape of the Imperial eagle and his noticeable bulge as water dripped off of him getting out of the pool. Perhaps if the young Roland would enjoy it she could get them both into her bed, and if not she could always adjust his mind a bit. She stopped looking at the physical world and looked through her minds eye at the base, the Tau inside the base hardly gave off any light at all, a handful of human traitors garrisoned, and something else off to the side Cuddles couldn’t identify…She wanted to see what it was, but now wasn’t the time, she stepped out of her body and reached into the warp, the feeling of vertigo, loss of all senses and the gaining of new shifting ones hit her all at once, and then subsided. On the back side of the base far from where they were, energy began building up on the other side, pooling into a destructive pressure, then a hole torn in real space opened to release it. Daneel Calliban watched the tall slender psyker shed her warm weather coat and stand stock still in the middle of the storm, long silver hair buffeted by the wind. Though warm, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, he looked back at the Tau fortifications, and space seemed to pull inward, then a brilliant blue flash of light followed by compression waves of air and destructive power, throwing charred rubble, vehicles, and bodies high into the air, another brilliant flash exploded from the other side of the base, then another. The Tau began firing their cannons in nearly every direction, panicking not knowing where it was coming from. Daneel looked back at the psyker, permanent smile on her face lit by the occasional spark that crackled between her fingers or teeth, glad to have her on their side. (Frozen tundra, outside of Tau base) “That’s our signal, go!” Several las shots rang out in a series of sharp cracks. Roland pulled the trigger on his target, las bolt tearing the reptilian creature’s head open as it fell off its guard perch. The blue flashes of light and explosions had drawn the majority of their forces away from this segment and they were now to escort the Culexus inside of the base. The base was mostly empty; a few of the xenos were still on this side, but not enough to slow their advance. Roland surprised one around the corner as it was strapping its armor on, he ran his bayonet through its chest, firing several times into it before letting it fall off and continuing. They followed the trail of bodies left behind by the Culexus, to a massive metal door, half open. One of the privates tossed a grenade through the door, after the explosion they went through, only to find the large octagonal room strewn with bodies, no other door, and the Culexus nowhere to be found. “Spread out” the Lieutenant ordered them. Sweeping the room, the walls splashed with blood, green, blue, and red. Roland noticed something, the only human bodies in the room were arranged around one in particular in the middle. “Sir! I’ve got something” He motioned him over. “The man here in the middle” Roland pointed him out to the Lieutenant, the man was dark, on closer inspection he was covered in runes and markings that made Roland’s eyes ache. “Everyone else looks as if they got mauled, but this man, something tore him apart from the inside” “Sir!” A guardsman called out, both of them turned around to see one of the soldiers raising her las rifle pointing it at the ground ten meters in front of her. A large clawed footprint appeared in the blood, then another in front of it, as if something invisible and silent was walking towards her. Another one appeared, She fired a shot into where the creature should have been, the footprints stopped. Then suddenly a line of them faster than they could react charged towards her and she was torn apart by some invisible force, they began firing with abandon. The invisible force leapt around the room, the Guardsmen frantically firing, one after another was disemboweled or torn off by invisible claws. Roland backed up towards the wall “TO THE WALLS!” He shouted, the rest of the guardsmen lieutenant aside were already lying in pieces around the circular yard. The lieutenant suddenly exploded chest outward as an invisible claw now coated with blood, lifted several feet off the ground, large chunks of his flesh torn from his back by invisible jaws. Roland threw his entire grenade belt and ducked around a pillar. The resulting explosion shook the column, it began to crumble and Roland ducked out of the way. After the dust settled, he looked around, sweeping his lasgun around the room. A half visible claw gripped his chest, lifting him up in the air, patches of flesh blown away and filled with debris and blood, the creature began squeezing the life out of him when a familiar skull faced figure jumped from the ceiling. His vision faded as he dropped to the ground, watching the assassin rip the creature apart piece by piece. Roland woke to find the Culexus carrying him from the base over her shoulder, the wind whipping around her now exposed face as her helmet had been ripped in half. “You can put me down now” He managed to gasp out, He wanted off her. She let him down, tears in her synth skin exposing her taut muscular skin. Suddenly moving faster than he could react, she rushed in close to him and whispered in his ear “My name is Nada” before backing up, Roland took his bayonet and carved a piece of his cloak off, wrapping it around her exposed face “This should stop you from getting frostbite” He took out his compass and map, they needed to get back to the extraction point. (Frozen tundra, several kilometers from the extraction point, Frozen tundra hellhole) The storm had worsened, the wind had picked up into a tempest. Howling gusts ripped over the landscape throwing waves of stinging hailstones across the landscape and battering the two humans staggering through the storm. “Fuck this” Roland held his arm in front of his face as a particularly strong gust threw the half frozen chunks into him, pelting his flak jacket and nearly knocking him over, a warm feeling spread to his arm then quickly subsided. His arm was bleeding. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, he was still being followed. He shook the feeling off and turned around; the Culexus assassin was keeping pace, she stood there, looking bored being pelted with the snow, the wind tore off the face covering Roland had given her, several bright lines of red appeared on her face as the hail picked up. Cursing Roland ran over to her, the wind and cold would freeze her face right off if she didn’t get covered, but then again they would both be dead from hypothermia if they didn’t find shelter. Frantically, Roland took out his entrenching shovel and began digging, it was a small thing but it would have to do. The Culexus walked over to him, squatting down next to the hole he was digging looking curious, Roland took off his jacket and put it on her head “Keep covered!” he yelled over the driving snow, her eyes widened and she put on a strange open mouthed smile. Roland’s fear reaction to her was overpowered by the determination to survive. Shoveling like a mad man, he got the trench dug in minutes, running into a few dead stick branches, soaked through with the snow, he laid the sticks across the top of the trench, piling the snow on top, and leaving two holes for air to circulate. He took his sleeping pack off his kit and spread it over the floor for the trench, there was just enough room for the two of them. Realizing he had worked up a sweat, the cold suddenly hit him and he nearly collapsed into the burrow “Come on!” he shouted over the storm, which only worsened, the two of them crawled in and he partially closed the opening, if he closed it all the way the two of them would suffocate. Roland remembered going out onto the frozen moors with his father as a boy looking for missing people, one time they found someone who had buried themselves trying to keep warm “Look at em’ died warm but didn’t get no air” His father had said, Roland wouldn’t make that same mistake. The guardsman climbed into the trench, just enough room for them to lay down side by side, the guardsman adjusted himself to the low light coming in through the air holes when he noticed the Culexus was humming, he turned to her, his jacket still wrapped around her face, he peeled it off to inspect the damage. Storm had only put a few shallow cuts on her face, nothing that would leave any lasting marks. The two of them sat in there for a moment just to catch their breath, the wind howled outside so that the air inside the burrow seemed unnaturally still, once he had time to think, that feeling of fear crept back into his mind, he shoved it back, he had nothing to fear from her, but he did have to make sure she made it to the ship okay. “Here, this shouldn’t hurt much” Roland reached out to her with his jacket to wipe some of the blood off her face, she didn’t react, only to stare at him in curiosity. Her constant stare made him slightly uncomfortable as her eyes seemed to wander all over his body. A blush rose in her pale gray cheeks as he wiped the blood off “So…you okay aside from those scratches?” He said trying to break the awkward silence. The culexus just stared at him, a slow half smile forming on her face, her eyes half closed. She then quickly turned over and curled up into a ball with her hands between her legs for warmth humming to herself. Roland sighed, that was about what he expected, he patted his Lasgun and leaned up against the trench wall, it was going to be a long wait. The storm seemed to quiet down somewhat after an hour or so of waiting. The culexus had been rocking back and forth muttering to herself, Roland having to fight off the occasional urge to sprint as far as he could and leave the assassin behind, or turn his lasrifle on her. It seemed to be getting better over time. He thought of her strange mannerisms and wondered if anyone had ever taught her different when it hit him that everyone had this reaction to her, her ability made her a pariah, she couldn’t be near anyone without them fleeing or trying to kill her. That thought had Roland look at her in a different light. Speaking of light, the light outside was fading fast, and with it the temperature. The assassin shivering, some of the holes in her synth skin had her skin looking ice cold, Roland himself noticed the bite of the cold. He remembered back to how to survive the cold “Damn it all” he breathed as he pulled himself close to her body and closed the sleeping bag over the two of them, she tensed up for a moment, her hands still moving back and forth. The guardsman finished closing up the bag and began undoing the buckles on his outfit. It might be uncomfortable or awkward for the both of them, but this is how they had to survive. “Culexus? I know this probably sounds strange” he started “But we’re gonna have to undress some” there was no response so he put his hand on the Culexus, she shivered again, her hands still clamped between her thighs for warmth. “Excuse me, miss? Nada?” Moving faster than he thought possible, she spun around, wrapping her arms around him and pressing herself against him. Roland tried to get away on reflex, one leg snapped around his and she buried her face in his chest. He struggled in her grip for a moment, every movement pressing her closer. Her toned body rubbing against his in the skintight body glove he could feel every detail of her. A noises near her chest took his attention, with her other hand she parted the synth skin from her neckline going down. Once she got to the base of her hips, her hand disappeared down under her bodyglove between her legs and began rhythmically working as she gasped and grunted while the other held on to Roland. “Nada” he gasped out before her hand moved to the back of his head, looking up with a look of desperation on her face she forced them together, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth as she began to grind against him. Every muscle in Roland’s body tensed then went limp, despite the draining effect on his strength she gave off he felt himself growing hard against her, pushing out over his undone web gear. He weakly tried to shift away, the sleeping bag however was too tightly bound around them, The assassin not taking her mouth off his shifted around on top of him, grinding against his hard member. He could feel her heated lips through the synth skin sliding against him. She finally broke her kiss to wisper in his ear “So good” breathless, her hand finally undid the synth skin past her slit fully exposing herself and rubbing her wet lips and clit against his shaft. “Nada, wait” He tried to say before she forced her mouth onto his again, frantically exploring his mouth with her tongue as if it would be her first and last time. She gave a loud moan into his mouth as she pushed his tip into her wet opening, slowly working her way all the way down to the base squirming and grunting indecently as she got deeper. Roland grabbed her hips, trying to push her off, it only seemed to excite her as she clamped on with her legs, pulling him deep inside her biting his bottom lip. She finally slid down to his base, taking him fully inside her. He felt her drenched mound press against him as he felt his tip hit the wall of her deepest parts and she squeaked and winced in surprise. She raised her hips, still dripping wet she began sliding back and forth on his shaft, Roland felt her angle herself so his head press against the front of her inside wall, grunting in pleasure. Roland’s head was swimming in what felt like loud static, the velvety softness of her insides sent a pulse of pleasure through him, the aura emanating from her made it feel as if in a fever delirium. His strength had left him and it felt as if she was draining his life essence. He tried again to push her off or shift out of the way, but shifting side to side only pressed his member against her walls harder, and her eyes caught and read every attempt to pull out and moved with him. The damned sleeping bag was so tight around them that he doubted he could pull out at all, there was no escape. After some time she shuddered again, her eyes going wide and she stopped, her feet arched upwards, toes curling and her face flushing with color. Her head looking up she suddenly slammed her hips down on Roland, taking his full length in her as she let out a short scream of pleasure. Roland felt a familiar pressure building inside of him. She raised her hips again, grabbing Roland’s muscled back and pulling her head next to his, and slammed down again. He felt the head of his member bump against her wall again, another short screech into his ear and she started gasping and grinding, swaying her toned hips back and forth, her juices flowing freely over his base as his tip rubbed against her deepest parts. Roland’s pulse quickened as he felt himself being pushed towards release. Arching her back and neck her eyes half closed, shivering in pleasure she continued to slowly grind, slowly working his now throbbing shaft to the shallower parts of her. Roland tried to grab at her sides and slide out of her, but his hands slipped off and onto her supple breasts, she looked down, smiling eyes half open, he took his hands away and she stopped. Sitting up as much as she could, sliding back down onto him she moved his hands back to her chest and held them there, when he did nothing she pressed his hands into her chest and began slowly rocking, making expectant noises and looking confused, then shrugging when he did nothing fell back onto him and continued her slow riding motion, one hand holding him close the other playing with her breast and teasing her nipple. “She doesn’t care if I’m into it. She’s just using me” Roland thought to himself. She tensed up again, breathing ragged her other hand fell to her clit as she shifted back and forth on his shaft. Roland felt his climax approaching and a sudden panic took him, every instinct screamed at him to get out of her, but the culexus’s aura had completely drained him of strength. He made one more effort to roll out from under her but only succeeded in wriggling under her, so he tried pleading “Nada, please…” She looked down at him, not stopping “I…I’m about to…” her eyes went wide, looking down at where they were connected, when she looked up, she wore a manic, hungry expression and fell forward onto him, pressing him all the way into her and began to pick up speed. “Nada, wait” “No” came the growled out the strangely calm response. He tried to get out again before she clamped her mouth over his once again, he tried to press his hands against her, she responded by grabbing them and clasping his hands, pressing them down into the ground. With every shift the pressure built up, pressing closer to the tip of his shaft. Nada’s eyes rolled up, breaking the kiss to let out a few grunts before going back in. Pressing herself fully onto him and shifting her hips from side to side he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Finally pushed over the edge, body begging for release but screaming for retreat. Nada felt the first several loads pump into her and holding him in to her deepest parts. It just seemed to pulse over and over as its warmth filled her. Shifting back and forth on his throbbing shaft, the pleasure almost turning to pain, Roland looked down to where he entered her, he felt himself pulse again, pushing seed out of her. She looked down curious, putting her hand down and taking some of the fluid she brought it up to her mouth and tasted it, looking down and smiling at him, the edges of his vision blurred as he felt his essence drained and finally slipped into unconsciousness. Exhausted and satisfied, she lay down on top of the unconscious guardsman, his member still hard in her as her fluids mixed with his and spilled out onto the inside of the sleeping bag. The pleasure had made her entire body feel light and lethargic at the same time, even the smallest movement sent tingles of pleasure throughout her body. She looked down the guardsman’s strong jawed face once again, giving her hips a wiggle as another wave of pleasure radiated outward. She gave a single monotone laugh, licked his face and snuggled her face into his muscular chest. The shelter was pleasantly warm and she fell quickly asleep.