Tags: F-Eldar / M-Tau, anal, taboo, xenophilia, consensual missionary position


DISCLAIMER 1: Real-life anal sex is not that great!  It's important to point this out now and then because it makes for some great porn, and then some people are in for a disappointment when the reality doesn't match.  A woman's front hole is evolved for pleasure, the back is not.  If your girlfriend just isn't offering you her rear entrance, don't try to pressure her into it, and don't worry that you might be missing out -- it really isn't anywhere near as good as the tight, wet warmth of her most womanly of places.

DISCLAIMER 2: *Unless* it's with an Eldar.


Docking procedures completed, the formal entrance airlock began cycling in the drier, higher-pressure air of the primitives' starship.  The crude phased-warp vessel lacked the grace and amenities of Kayleth's personal dragonships, but the her council unanimously agreed that it was preferable for her to endure this mission than to allow the aliens access into their own ships.

She had come alone.  The Autarch had no need of bodyguards among these ones.  Even minimally armed as she was -- blue carapace armour barely hidden under darker blue silk, wings and blades in place, but she had no helmet, no mandiblasters, no projectile weapons -- even then she could cut a swathe through these inferior Tau if they dared try anything.  They couldn't take her out short of detonating their own ship, and that, she thought to herself as the airlock door finally swivelled open, would have been known days ago to her Seers.

A long open hallway in the monotonous, antiseptic Tau style.  Rows of suited guards flanked either side -- as an honour guard? a welcome?  If they thought they had any chance to guard themselves from her they were even more naive than her dossier suggested.

"Exalted lady."

There it was, at the end of the hall.  The primitive wore blue silk robes as well, long and flowing.  It was tall for its kind, Water Caste no doubt, though a full head shorter than herself.  Its face was gray-blue and to the Eldar's eyes terribly ugly, like a mon-keigh dead from asphyxiation.  Its voice however was handsome indeed.  Not the silky, insinuating lisp of so many primitives that thought themselves subtle, but rich and resonant as a craftworld singer's.

"Autarch Kayleth of the craftworld Alaitoc, celebrated hero of the high ancient race, it my honour to welcome you to the Il'Fannor-class consular vessel Service-through-Understanding."

And it -- he, presumably -- spoke flawless Eldarin.

"I trust your voyage was a comfortable one?"

Kayleth had long walked the Path of Command.  Her face showed her utter contempt, but her voice remained cold.  "Tau.  I make allowance for the ignorance of your species.  Understand that you have just questioned the adequacy of my ship and suggested that I could be moved to worry about comfort.  Were you an Eldar or even a Mon-keigh of the Imperium I would be justified in asking satisfaction in combat."

The primitive bowed a second time.  "You have my abject apology and gratitude for your for forbearance.  Iwithdraw the question.  It is true that we know precious little of your great race, and most of that knowledge comes second-hand from the Gue'la, and you don't need me to remind you what little interest they take in other species.  It is my hope that we can use this time to build greater understanding between our peoples."

"I come with no such objective.  My mission is to establish parameters for a joint operation on Agesander IV before the Chaos infestation spreads."

"That we shall achieve."  The alien diplomat smiled.  "I expect it will mostly be you setting parameters and me taking notes.  We recognize your superior grasp of strategy, Autarch, and your far greater familiarity with Chaos."

One of her hands was at his neck and the other on the hilt of her blade before the creature could say another word.  She pushed the Tau against the wall and felt as she did so how superior her upper body strength was to his own.  The suited guards did not stir -- which probably did make them an honour guard -- so for now she kept its blade in its sheathe.

"Autarch!"  The voice was fearless, perhaps slightly scolding.  "Remember our ignorance!  I assure you, great lady, my life is not of extraordinary value, but time is short and if you strangle me it will take several hours to nominate and brief my replacement."

Kayleth released her grip, feeling a bit silly.

"Know, Tau, that Chaos is our greatest enemy and ultimate anathema.  Never again suggest the slightest affinity between us and them or I will not show further restraint."

"Knowledge does not have to mean affinity, great lady.  For we Tau this 'warp' is a dimensional phenomenon, a bit of obscure physics the Air Caste uses to propel the engines.  Myself I've never been able to follow the math.  Many of the unsalvageable races hold the same understanding.  And yet for some of those we would most like to have as allies, most especially your noble selves, it seems to be tied up in these terribly strong emotions... and somehow this must be behind the madness down on Agesander."

Kayleth shook her head.  These aliens were smart enough to contrive technology but in spirit were little more than field animals.  They had no presence in the Warp, none of the refined spiritual longings that could bring one to the austerity of the Paths or the psychotic cruelty of the Dark Ones.  How much was their ignorance a weakness and how much a defence?  In any case she would not tamper with it any more than necessary.  Least of all would she reveal the nature of She Who Thirsts, her people's ultimate weakness, their shame.

If the Tau's benighted spirits were armour against chaos, then Agesander IV was a chink in that armour.  A mon-keigh world, formerly Imperial, that had split off and submitted themselves to Tau dominion.  All had gone fine for a century, the planet boasted a million or so Tau advisers who brought the planet's culture in line with their austere philosophy... and then the mon-keigh must have gotten bored or something, for at the last report the whole northern third of their largest colony was a vortex of blood, violence, and corruption.

Kayleth almost would have found it easier to work with the Imperium then.  (A momentary flicker of memory, quickly buried, of a Guardsman who'd saved her life twice when they'd fought the Orks.)  When Chaos got that entrenched they just roasted the planet surface, unless there was some high priority objective to protect.  When the Eldar had suggested the same fate for Agesander the Tau had objected in the strongest terms.  Were they more merciful than the mon-keigh, more confident in their philosophy... or simply too ignorant of what Chaos could do?

More pertinently for Kayleth, why in Khaine's name was this her fight?  Only her Seers knew, and all they agreed was that the chaos here had to be stopped _now_, and manipulating what the Tau had just called "unsalvageable races" into doing the dirty work would only backfire.

"So be it," she said.  "You are correct that Chaos, the Warp, and the insanity down there are deeply related.  There is an... illness in the Warp to which the mon-keigh are especially susceptible.  Your intelligence gathering must have found the usual symptoms: an unexplained increase in psychosis and crimes of passion, suicides among the more sensitive, then mutations -"

"It was horrible!" the Tau said, his voice cracking from emotion for the first time.  "Our Gue'vesa allies, as devoted to the Greater Good as ourselves, turning on each other like rabid animals.  Some seemed to melt into piles of diseased flesh.  Others grew these claws --"

"Don't tell me about it," said Kayleth, wincing.  "Just understand that the disease, once it sets in, is incurable.  Once they change they're yours no longer.  You have to cauterize the wound."

The diplomat shook its head sadly.  "Sometimes the Greater Good requires difficult choices.  Your bravery in the face of this... horror will be our inspiration.  We will coordinate our strategies.  And Agesander will be a Tau world again."

"It was an Eldar world once, you know."

"Was it?"

Kayleth's lips came as close as they ever did to a smile.  "Most were."

Another bow.  "Of this we know a little.  The Eldar were the greatest of the great.  You spanned the whole galaxy, long ago."

The almost-smile died.  Was this blue little shit referring obliquely to the Fall?  Did it know?

"You know, stripling," said Kayleth, "over the centuries I have met many of the newborn races.  Whenever they confront the majesty of our former dominion, they all think the same thing: 'That will be us one day.'  You're all about to inherit the Galaxy any day now.  Well, of the thousands upon thousands of species that think that, only we ever made it so.  The rest of you are as ephemeral as a dream."

"No doubt you are right.  It is lucky that for we Tau, our own species is less important to us than the philosophy we embody.  Come, I have negotiation quarters less cramped than this hallway."

He led her down a series of clean functional corridors, speaking as they went.

"For a joint operation like this the problem isn't going to be strategy, but trust.  After all we've only just met, I haven't even told you my name and you've threatened to kill me twice.  I do not mean to imply you are untrustworthy, not in the least, but you yourself pointed out our ignorance: what if at a critical point we miscommunicate?  Without communication there is no Greater Good, only a nightmare of individuals pursuing their own agendas.  In so short a time how can we establish trust?"

Kayleth moved to speak but the blue alien answered his own question.

"By revealing ourselves, great Lady.  Let me tell you how you see us.  You look at our young, ephemeral race and see tools.  Lesser things.  You think to wield us like a butcher uses a knife.  Good!  Let us be your tools then.  We are humble and aren't afraid to be useful to others.  But to use a tool well you need to understand it."

To her own great surprise, Kayleth found herself touched by the strange words.  These primitives were so psychically weak that her Seers barely perceived their ships as containing life, but they'd made a virtue of humility, and what did that say about her own kind's pursuit of self-perfection?

A hatch-door opened on upan oval room with divans, cushions, couches.  The diplomat sat himself cross-legged on one; his hooves peeked out the bottom of his robes.  She sat the same way nearby.

He took her hands in her own.

"I am Por'el D'yanol Kais.  I am truly pleased to make your acquaintance."

His hands were surprisingly warm.  Eldar have a high body temperature and so find most species a little cold to the touch, but his must be hotter still.  She did not pull her own hands away; this was, after all, diplomacy.

"I am Autarch Kayleth.  How do you suggest we establish trust?   I do not come authorized to offer any alliance after Agesander.  If it's technology you want, or advice about the Warp..."

"Lady, if your kind sees fit to offer us these gifts we will gladly accept them, but trust that is bought is no trust at all.  Normally we bind ourselves by the Ta’lissera ritual of blood and loyalty, but this is allowed only to those who have submitted their hearts to the Greater Good --" Kayleth's eyes actually rolled, she couldn't help it, the naivete of these creatures "-- and for ones as ancient and noble as yourselves we recognize that this will take time.  Tell me, does your culture have any ritual for bonding yourselves temporarily with rivals?"

Kayleth thought of the war dances of the ancient past, the songs of unity, the love-feasts before the Fall.  Rich, rich the Eldar were with a nobler culture than these newborns would believe.  But as she swiftly reviewed the possibilities, none served the current needs.  The Eldar of long ago had been a united culture; there was little need to ally with rival Eldar, and no need at all to ally with lesser beings.  What ceremonies of united purpose did exist were either unusable after the Fall or too elaborate for this Tau to be able to participate in them.

"None for this purpose."

The Tau nodded.  "We have one.  There was a time we Tau don't like to speak of.  Ages ago, when we lived upon a single planet, we were not united by the Greater Good as we are now.  The Mon'tau, the nightmare age as bad in its way as what we see unfolding on Agesander now.  Each clan, each individual struggled and murder not to help its neighbour but only itself.  Well, even in those dark days alliances were formed now and then: the closest they had to a Greater Good, when one or two war bands would unite to attack a third.  Which isn't so different from our current predicament, is it?  The universe at large, it terrifies me to say, is still Mon'tau.  It is a dark, grim place."

_Tell me about it_, thought Kayleth.

"The simple, natural ritual of alliance we used then will serve us now.  Because it is service that we are offering.  That I am offering."

The diplomat Por'el D'yanol Kais shrugged off his robes.

Kayleth's eyes widened.  Naked, his physiognomy was much more obviously alien.  The upper body's proportions were not far off from an Eldar's: lithe, firm if not as firmly muscled, and of course light blue instead of milky white.  The hips were wider than they'd looked robed, the legs longer in proportion to the body, ending in long digitigrade hooves.  Those legs looked strong, strong.

"May I service you, exalted lady?"

For some moments Kayleth was at a loss for words.  She looked at this Kais, and he seemed to enjoy being looked at because his penis rose up, stiffened before her eyes.  It was long, perhaps twice the length of her hand, not terribly thick, the same blue as her armour.

"We Tau are a humble people, lady.  We like to say that whatever the caste we are all from the Earth, we are all plow the soil.  A lesson on our language will tell you something about our thought process.  This organ" -- he pointed as his cock -- "is called in our language The Good, as is its female analogue.  It gives service, it gives pleasure, it gives life.  It works humbly and happily.  From it our ancestors derived their first early notions of goodness."

He stood -- Kayleth remained sitting -- and her eyes widened as she saw what grew from directly beneath it.

"And this," said Kais, pointing to the second penis rising directly beneath the first, "is what we call the Greater Good."

Kayleth thought to herself that they could have called it the Greater Girth.  It wasn't that much longer than the other, but it was a hard, strong thing, not like anything she'd seen on an Eldar.

There was a time when this would have been the last offence, the end of both negotiations and this Tau's life.  Her fellow Eldar would certainly countenance this response to the insult.  But an Imperial Guardsman has once made her see that she could take a lot without letting it break her rigid self-control, and she had sympathy for the creature's earnest diplomacy.

"Do those work as I expect they do?" she asked.

"Yes, our bodies are compatible in this respect.  Our Tau women have their own Good and Greater Good to receive the service of ours.  One entrance for reproduction, one otherwise used for excretion."

The word "reproduction" brought Kayleth short.  "We seal no permanent allience," she said.  "I will not consent to anything that could lead to childbirth, even symbolically."

"Agreed," said Kais.  "As this is a temporary alliance we will half-mate.  I will service your rear hole, but will not go inside your hole of fertilization."

"That isn't quite what I meant... but yes, done.  If this gives you the trust you need and lets us eradicate Chaos from the planet surface, it's worth the personal discomfort."

Kais smiled.  "Trust is a mutual gift, and I hope to keep you more comfortable than that.  No, allow me," he said as she began to strip off her armour.  He helped her out of her robe, then they took off her carapace pieces one by one.  Underneath she wore a skin-tight garment of shimmering grey fabric.

"Leave it on for a moment," he said.  He eased her back onto the cushions, until Kayleth lay on her back with her legs open, the Tau above her.  He was not, she realized, quite as ugly as she had first believed -- just very different, and of course she had lived with the beauty of the Eldar for so long...

He began to kiss, not her but the soft silk of her undergarment.  In was a courteous beginning, a tacit recognition that she might not want his alien lips (or almost lack of lips, she thought) on bare skin.  He kissed her shoulders first, then the hollow between her breasts, then alternated between the breasts themselves as his hands stroked her through the garment.

His mouth moved lower.  He was kissing above the mound of her pubis, then down a little more, not quite kissing her sublimely delicate Eldar clit through the thin fabric.  Kayleth held herself stiff and thought of Alaitoc.  Her craftworld needed her...

He rose up, and kissed her shoulder again.

"Beautiful Autarch," he said, "may I kiss you on the mouth?"

"No."

The Tau nodded and smiled.  "Of course.  You can trust me not to exceed the needs of our ritual.  I'm here to service you, not to take against your will.  Let us proceed then to this..." and gently, with an easy motion he helped her ease out of her lower undergarments.  Kayleth's eyes darted down an instant: there were her milk-white legs, her mound and beneath the pink depths of her flower open to the eyes of this alien; and there, further down, his two cocks further at attention.

"Let me get us both ready," said the Tau.  Gently, gently he guided her legs back until her knees were almost to her shoulders.  Kayleth knew her sex was now splayed obscenely open, but she trusted the alien to leave her unentered there.  Yes, she realized, there is a kind of trust-building exercise here.

"Observe my manhoods," said the diplomat.  "Our species are not quite built the same.  Among other things, an excited male Tau provides his own moisture."

And it was true.  Before her eyes his blue cocks were glistening, apparently sweating forth its own lubrication.  With one hand the Tau was stroking the backs of her legs, helping her keep her position, occasionally rubbing the cheeks of her ass.  With the other he wet his fingers along his own manhood.  Then he switched hands and began to stroke his larger organ more vigorously.

"And... there," he said, and Kayleth felt it!  His fingertip was probing right there, right at her tiny anus!  The pucker felt impossibly tight now, the whole enterprise quite impossible.  But he continues to stroke his ass and his voice was reassuring.  "You really feel wonderful, beautiful Eldar woman.  I feel the muscles under your smooth soft skin and know what a profound warrior you must be.  You could gut me like a fish if you wanted, but you see, I trust you too, I am showing you my heart so that you will know there is not a drop of Chaos there, only a wish to service this beauty of yours."

And the first digit of his finger slip in.  How had it slipped in?  Kayleth would have thought her anus far too tight to let anything in so easily.  But he stroked her leg with his other hand, and his voice went on to tell her of her eyes, her nobility, her fiery haughty spirit, and she listened to him as the finger slid oh so slowly back and forth until it could go deeper, all the way to the knuckle.

"Ah, you wear one of these?" he said.  He had found the wraithbone she kept inside.  He teased it carefully, brought it to the pucker until it popped out on its own, then pulled it slowly out with forefinger and thumb.

"It helps the posture in battle," Kayleth said.  In truth she also found it helpful in maintaining the haughty, impenetrable attitude expected of the Autarch of craftworld Alaitoc.

The Tau held the long curved wraithbone implement, turned it over a few times, studying it as if to get a sense of the shape of her internals.  It was spotless.  "A marvel of craftsmanship," he said.  He set it down carefully beside her armour.

Then he returned his finger to her backside.  Two of them in fact.  It was a snug fit: Kayleth felt her sphincter squeezing him tightly, tightly.  Waves of pleasure rose up through her nether parts, as if hot orgasmic wires led straight from her rectum to her clitoris.

Kayleth shut her mind off to the sensations.  It is not the tight ass that makes the craftworld Eldar, she reminded herself.  It is total self control.

Kais explored inside her ass with his long Water Caste fingers, getting to know her shape, understanding how he could go into her.  "You feel so good inside," he said to you.  "Is this comfor... I mean, only if it's not a rude question, does this good to you?"

"An Eldar cannot feel pleasure," Kayleth said.  "Cannot let ourselves feel.  Not that way.  For us it is the ultimate taboo."

The diplomat's face became a picture of concern.  His hand on her leg squeezed her sympathetically.  His clever fingers slowed, but did not stop, in her ass.  "My dear ally of the day, if I may ask, how can this be?  Your kind is so physically beautiful, so artistic... I assumed you would be masters of pleasure."

"We once were," Kayleth said, closing her eyes.  She was master of herself again.  She felt his fingers rubbing and probing, eliciting pleasure, but she did not let it reach her.  "Just know that for our kind pleasure is the gateway to Chaos.  If I let myself give in, I would be like those maniacs now burning through Agesander."

"I don't understand..." the Tau frowned.  "But I don't need to.  Dear one, I will feel pleasure for both of us.  You make me feel it, high lady.  I stroke your wonderful strong flesh" -- and here the hand not fingering her rectum went to her breast, squeezed it softly -- "and look, look what you're doing to me."

Kayleth looked.  Her eyes widened.  His lower, larger penis, already monstrously big to her eyes, had apparently only been half erect.  It swelled further and grew proudly to half again its former length: an enormous tool, easily as long as her wraithbone support and many times thicker.

She wanted to.  She wanted to give herself over to absolute pleasure.  Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh... no.  She wanted to conclude an alliance for the betterment of her people.  That was all.

"We're ready, beautiful ally."

Slowly, slowly, his slippery fingers slid from her hole.  The Eldar do not shit earth, only a small crystal every few months, the metal oxide remains of what little their bodies do not absorb from their diets.  For something so big to slide from her like this, the waves of forbidden dirty pleasure it elicited from her unaccustomed flesh...

He positioned the massive instrument at her hole.

And, astonishingly, her asshole began opening to take it.

He had done his work well, this diplomat.  Relaxed her body more than she had believed possible.  Positioned her just the right way.  Spoken to her asshole with his fingers as if in sign language, convincing it that he was friend not foe.  And now this great head was pushing toward her and asking, not demanding, just asking her entrance, and her lower body said yes, yes, yes.

Her brain remained pristine.  It occurred to Kayleth that the alien must be able to see both: her face, haughty, cold and closed; her cunt, spread wide, pink, hungry, and absolutely dripping.

Kais's own face now looked to her more handsome than ever.  His eyes were closed in concentration and pleasure.  His mouth gave an alien smile.  One hand on her shoulder, one on her breast.  He pressed -- gently, gently pressed on her, and then her anus opened and he was there.  There!

Oh in Khaine's name!  How did her nether portal open so wide, how could he be stretching her out so gloriously, how could it be so filthy, so wonderful?  She shut the thoughts off.  It slid in further, stroked ever so slightly, ever so gently back and forth, just rocking the tiniest bit, getting her lower body used to the idea... and Kayleth used the respite to anchor her mind, regain her focus upon duty.

Was he still going deeper in her?  Yes, deeper.  A mon-keigh might not have had the right nerves to tell just how deep, but Eldar had full sensitivity all the way up; she felt how deep into her the Tau had penetrated.  But it didn't feel like being taken.  This was no conquest.  No, Kais meant his words, he was serving her... servicing her.  She really did trust him.

When he was all the way inside her, up to the root in her ass, his upper penis pressed tight against her cunt.  He kept his promise and did not penetrate her there, but the hardness pushed against her clit and her wet, wet lips.

"Now, dear lady, I'm going to fuck you."

Kais returned to kissing and stroking her breasts.  He lifted the garment, and she raised her arms so he could pull it off over her head -- after all it was an alliance ritual.  His massive Greater Good began to slide out of her, and if his fingers had brought waves of pleasure before than this was a tsunami of oily, forbidden deliciousness shaking through her innards.  Soon he was almost out of her, the head tickling her ultra-sensitive ring.

And then he slid back all the way inside her.

Kayleth let out a ragged gasp.  No, no, her body gasped, her mind was pure, her will chaste.  She was in control.  She could ride this.  It was no more than that Imperial Guard, less so - this alien's tool was bigger, but he was a servile thing, barely present in the warp, his gentle touch so much less demanding than the hot, hungry presence of that ape who'd imposed on her gratitude.  She had nothing to fear.

"I can feel how you aren't letting in the pleasure," Kais said.  "It amazes me, your strength.  I hope you can still accept my Greater Good inside you as a token of my deepest respect, my appreciation for who you are."

"I... suppose so," breathed Kayleth as the alien stroked within her.  It was like fires building up inside her rectum, her cunt, her whole lower body -- the long-burning, unspeakably hot fires of Eldar passion.

"It is in there to serve you," he said.  "Do you know why we call it the Greater Good?"

"Because it's the big one?"

The Tau smiled at this; her ass squeezed him inside and his laugh turned into an impassioned groan.

"I meant in our philosophy.  Of course we serve the Greater Good -- who wouldn't if they gave it any thought?  Imagine, just for a moment, that you found something better."  His cock filled her so magnificently, so strong in her body and so kind as it violated so deep.  "Well, if it's better, doesn't that make it more good?  That's right, that other something you found is just the Greater Good in another manifestation."

"That's circular... logic," Kayleth grunted.

"Yes!  Or as we call it, the Tau'tallo'jee, the Self-Evident Truth.  But you mistake me if you think this circle is disconnected from real life.  Do I feel disconnected to you?" he asked as his cock serviced her gloriously.

"If we were disconnected, we would have called it the Greatest Good.  Aren't you surprised we don't call it that?  But that's the point, we don't pretend to have all the answers.  The Tau'va is open to all.  Everyone has their contribution, everyone has their place."

Kayleth found herself listening to his every word.  She disagreed utterly -- how could his philosophy appeal to one who had fought side-by-side with an avatar of Khaine? -- but the mental exercise was a distraction to the songs of joy her asshole was singing.

"Even the other beliefs contribute.  Even have Gue'vesa still loyal to their dead Emperor; they've found ways to fit this into the greater pursuit: we have learned from their example of their devotion new ways to be devoted to each other.  Imagine what your wisdom, your strength, your graciousness could teach us by example alone.

"The Greater Good means always growing, learning, developing.  Finding more good.  If we were the Greatest Good we would be doomed to stagnation.  We learned this when the Gue'vesa, the Mon-keigh came to us with their love of their Emperor.  Every Tau child now learns the lesson of the Golden Throne.  Have you heard of it?  It's where they keep their Emperor alive, a glorified life support system.  A terrible thing, you'll agree.  If their Emperor has the powers they credit him with, if they simply let him die perhaps he would return to them, and if he were returned to life surely his first act would be to adopt the Greater Good and renew their Empire with a great alliance."

In and out his cock accompanied his words, and each time he went all the way in those strong animal legs thrust him as deep as he could go, and the hardness of his upper cock pressed against Kayleth's softest treasures.

"Well, don't you see?  All that Imperial Creed the Gue'vasa force upon themselves is just another Golden Throne.  They are so opposed to heresy that they've locked themselves away from all growth.  They cannot learn from other species.  They've forgotten their own technology.  They can't adopt the Greater Good, apart from the few lucky breakaway worlds.  And so their empire is falling apart."

His cock, her ass... every stroke...  Kayleth forced control through her insides, she clamped down tight with her whole rectum the way a mon-keigh woman could only do with the rim itself.  The Tau still stroked in her with his self-lubricating goodness, such tight contact, such friction, such sharing, so deep she could almost imagine him coming out his throat.

"Well, great lady, I am not saying this is true, or even that I understand, but know that from our perspective the Paths of the craftworlds are incredible, perhaps the closest to perfection any organic life has ever achieved.  But, isn't perfection also a kind of Golden Throne?  It preserves you, and I respect that, I know I don't understand a fraction of what you face, especially after seeing Agesander... but doesn't it limit you at the same time?  Keep you from recreating your former glory?"

"Yes," Kayleth sighed.  "It does limit us."

"We can speak of this again, sweet ally, after we defeat that nightmare down below.  Or not, as you prefer.  We are on your side, in any case."

And his lips dipped to her bare breast.

He kissed her nipple, licked it, gave it little bites.  Kayleth focused on the sensation, thinking to distract herself from the melting euphoria of her ass, but this proved to be a mistake because the delicious fire had risen to her tits as well, and without thinking she arched her back, pushing them to him, offering herself to him, impaling her body down on his wonderful cock, his good sweet loving cock.

"More," she begged.  "Complete the ritual, alien.  Fill my hole."

Kais, not understanding at first, delightfully complied.  He grabbed her shoulders and leaned his weight on her upturned legs, bending her, forcing her ass take more of him still.

"Oh, yesss...." they both said at once.

Kais's eyes flung open.  "Autarch, should I stop?"

"NO!  No... I'm in control, I can take it.  I can take it for hours..."

He released his shoulders and his hands took her own, just as when he greeted her.  He looked at her hands.

The fingers but not the thumbs pressed painfully tightly together. Ridges were growing on the inside of forefinger and thumb, a pinkish tint along the edge.  Little lumps curdled on the back of the hands.

The Tau stopped moving in her.

"No, Kayleth," he said.  He squeezed her hands tight.  "No."

She looked at him.  There were tears in her eyes.  "Help me," she said.

The Tau kissed her tears away.  "It's all right, dear one."

"Kais, I want to feel.  I want so much to feel.  I'm so hungry."

"Shh," he said, kissing his cheeks.  "Feel then.  Feel your hands in mine, feel my weight on yours.  Feel me in you.  But don't feel hungry.  I'm not here to weaken you or tempt you.  Only to serve.  The Tau are your friends.  Friends."

"Friends?"  Kayleth blinked her tears away.  She laughed in despair.  "Us?  Do you know what my people think of you?"

"I have a guess.  And it's probably three-quarters right.  We are lesser beings compared to you.  I don't mind.  I'm not even the highest caste of my own species.  We Tau reserve a special respect for our Earth Caste, precisely because they have the honour to be the lowest.  As for the remaining quarter, well, that's why I became a diplomat."

She knew he was trying to calm her with boring, un-arousing speech, and in that moment Kayleth loved him for it.  But her body had other ideas.  She was panting now, spasming, her ass milking excruciating pleasure from his hard warm instrument; she saw red behind her eyes.  She had denied herself for century after century, she *WANTED* it now, it wasn't *FAIR*, she owed herself a taste of that joy at last, even if it cost eternity in Hell.

"No," said Kais gently.  "No.  Kayleth Autarch of craftworld Alaitoc, you are strong.  Your people need you.  Remember your strength.  Take deep breaths."

And breathe she did -- long, shuddering, wracking breaths, and the the hunger clawed within her -- the hunger, she suddenly knew, that must claw her brethren every moment in Commorragh -- but the Tau was lending her his simple strength, not through psychic force but the pressure of his hands, the care in his face and voice, in his cock.  Yes!  His cock!  It cared for it too, it wasn't just hunger, it wasn't hedonism, it was service!  She held onto that, felt it differently than she had before.

He held her very still and watched, as the ridges of her hands softened and regained their white colour, as the fingers separated.  He watched as Kayleth became Autarch again.

And then she started crying, crying like a newborn.

"Dear lady, if you are ready, I can pull out now."

Kayleth smiled at him through tears.  "No, friend.  There's no danger now.  You saved me."

"We saved ourselves.  Just like we will down on that planet."

"Let me thank you.  There's a way the Eldar make love... not with this hole, but the idea's the same."

Now Kais smiled.  "What shall I do."

"Just stay still and let me sing to you."

Kayleth put her arms around the Tau's back and drew him to her.  He sank all the way into her, his upper cock again pressed her in the best place.  It was okay.  She had control, but more, she felt the sense of trust supporting her control.  What had the primitive -- the diplomat said?  That they'd used this ritual in the darkest times when they were turned one against the other?  She believed it now... the power of it, like fire so potentially destructive, but only the fire could forge such bonds...

"Kiss my mouth, Por'el D'yanol Kais."

He obliged.  Their tongues spoke to each other in more than words.

And then she sang to him as the Eldar women do.  Her ass, so marvellously tight, began to stroke his cock.  No Tau or Mon-keigh woman could ever do this, she wouldn't have the requisite muscles.  It was like a blowjob with her rectum, slow, sweet, caring.

And then another "mouth" of tightening muscle rippled back and forth over the length of his tool, an impossible pressure, like two blowjobs at once if such a thing was possible.  And then a third, in a totally different rhythm from the other two, a minuet of sucking and stroking, of hot sweet pleasure.  She felt his cock twitch up in her and she carried his pleasure forward, touching him, surprising him, eliciting his joy.

And then he was there.  It built up, up, up, guided by her anal strokes like a shuriken in a gravitic accelerator, and he kissed her deep, deep, deep, and then his cum burst forth into her bowels.

It was no trivial few squirts like the Eldar and Gue'vesa -- this was the lavish seed of the Tau; he came and came, filled and filled her; they crushed each other in their embrace, kissed as they experienced the utter joy of his filling her ass with great flows of seed.  And then the pleasure struck both of them in the front at once: Kayleth shivered, her body riding the joy of orgasm centuries-denied while her mind kept her just far enough away to be safe, while Kais's upper cock spurted once, twice, three times, coating Kayleth's belly and mound with sticky cum.

One more kiss, and Kais withdrew, and Kayleth sighed.

"Now we are allies," Kais said.

"For this day," answered Kayleth coldly.  She found a cloth from a utility compartment of her armer and wiped off her belly.  But then her near-smile returned.  "May I show you something, Tau?"

"Of course"

Kayleth turned over, her smooth back and gorgeous ass turned to him.  She lifted up one leg, presenting to him her asshole.  It was so tiny!  As if nothing had happened at all.

"We Eldar are tightly made," she said.  "Not one drop of your cum will leak out.  I will carry you into battle with me, and our alliance will give your troops and mine strength.  Not that they'll know why."  She suddenly frowned.  "They won't know, right?"

"The Water Caste are discreet, Autarch."

"Then..." her ass was still presented to him, "can you put my wraithbone back inside?"


Some time later Kais led Kayleth out the same way they had come in.  She kept her back straight as they walked through the corridors, her expression as tight and full of scorn as always... but a careful observer would have noticed just the slighted difference in her gait.

"We'll make planetfall in three hours," she said.  "Relay the protocols we agreed upon to your theatre commanders.  Chaos won't be expecting us to come from all sides; believe me they won't stand a chance."

"Thank you, high one."  They had reached the final corridor; the honour guard of suited soldiers still lined the entrance to the airlock, whose door now swung upon.  "Oh, and one thing more... if we do survive this, I hope we may confer diplomatically again.  Our races have much to teach each other: the perils of the Warp, the decline of the mon-keigh Imperium, the Greater Good.  And... it would please me much to see you."

Kayleth said nothing.  The airlock closed.

The Fire Caste warrior nearest Kais burst out laughing; a lush, feminine voice made artificial by her helmet's speakers.

Kais turned.

"Shas'la Shi?"

She pulled off her helmet.  "And... it would please me much to see you!"  She threw her head back and laughed some more.

"It's called diplomacy, orc-for-brains."

"It's called, you sound like a fag."

Kais grinned.  "The Eldar woman had no complaints."

A clunking sound rattled the hallway as Kayleth's dragonship decoupled from the airlock.

"Really?" asked the saucy Fire Caste warrior.  "You got that into bed with you?  What was that like?"

The diplomat grinned up at her.  He was naturally the taller but she was still suited up.  "Consensual sex in the missionary position."

Shi's face blanched.  "In the... you mean..."

"On her back and everything.  My greater good, her smaller hole.  It was her idea.  More or less."

"Well polish my forehead and call me an Ethereal... and she could take it?"

"Oh, you know these proud warrior race types."  Shi's eyes narrowed at him.  "Even if she couldn't she was hardly going to admit that to some alien primitive."

Shas'la Shi turned to her comrades.  "Brothers and sisters, dismissed!  To the drop pods bays in forty."  They gave her a curt salute and marched to their own quarters.  "Don't wait up for me."

When the last had disappeared she grabbed Kais's robe in a powered glove.  "Your room.  Now."

She was stripping out of her suit before the door even closed.  "When you walked off with the alien I knew you were going to do it.  I smelled it."

Kais, smiling, disrobed a second time.  "It's an ancient way to seal an alliance, from before the Tau'va."

"Is that true?"

"It will be once I write up the report and distribute the video."

Shi fondled both of Kais's members, kissing along the length of each, making little licks and sniffs.  "I like her smell," she said.  "Did you give her pleasure?"

"A great deal, I think.  I explained a little of the Greater Good as I serviced her.  Do you know, I don't think she knew that the Tau'va is such an aphrodisiac."

"Seems hard to miss, mmnnhg," and then Shas'la Shi stopped speaking as she filled her mouth with the thick head of his larger organ.  She licked circles around it, greedy for both his taste and the hint of the high Eldar woman.

"Most aliens don't.  Hard for us to -- nngh -- imagine, when we've felt it for ourselves -- yes, keep doing that, beautiful fire warrior -- such it deep.  They think of our philosophy as words and abstractions."

Shi's mouth came off with a pop.  

"Madness.  How could mere ideas unite an Empire?"

"The ideas are important too."

She bent forward at the hips.  "Say that when you're buried in my cunt."

Kais ran his hands over the fiery beauty's smooth shoulders.  The beauty of five castes -- five so very different shapes to enjoy.  Shas'la Shi was a bombshell, her muscles firm, her breasts fruity, her wide hips arousing.

His smaller good teased at the opening of her anus, rubbing at the little picker, getting it wet.  When she was ready he slid it smoothly, blissfully inside -- Shi cooed softly.  This was how the wide-hipped, digitigrade Tau made love: from behind, the smaller tool serving to fix his position inside her and to stimulate them both.

Separate tools for separate needs.  Seed from the Greater Good.  From the lesser now buried sweetly in Shi's asshole, he sprayed a series of squirts of urine into her, while he nibbled her neck and stroked her breasts.  "Yesss..." said Shi as she felt it splash in her, his male hormones absorbing rapidly through the thin rectal walls and exciting her blood.  "Take me now, Por'el.  Anything you like.  All of me is for you now.  All of me is to pleasure you.  Take me."

He pushed himself further, bit down on her ear.  His massive organ nudged the blue wet petals of her cunt, both slick and read, and then he found it and thrust forward, and his Greater Good merged into hers.

"You... you really had the Eldar lady?  Missionary?"  For the Tau the position was considered dirty, racy, and not a little uncomfortable.  "You were up her ass with that same magnificent tool you're now fucking me with?"

Kais stroked in her, in and out, so intent on savouring the hot, oily, slippery vice of her Greater Good that he almost missed her question.  "I was."

"I bet you didn't even wash, you bastard.  I tasted her on you when I sucked your cocks.  I bet you put it right in me after you fucked her."

"That's a bet you'd win."

"Is she ours now?  Will her people belong to us?  Will they give our Ethereals the Galaxy for a dowry?"

"Who knows?" mused Kais.  One hand reached down between her legs, found the dark blue nub of her clit and began to stroke it.  "Maybe she won't survive the battle.  If she does, I can't believe she'll ever forget the truths I showed her, but teaching her fellows... that would be a very slow process.  Only time will tell."

Shas'li Shi rocked her hips back and forth, enjoying the dual sliding in her two holes.  One of her hooves came down on Kais's own.  "Oh, keep fucking me, sweet diplomat, with the same sweet tool you used to fuck her.  Use my cunt.  Enjoy me.  Ah, she was hot, wasn't she?"

"Eh.  Not enough hips.  Besides, I prefer those who embrace the Greater Good."

"I bet she loved embracing yours.  You lucky Kroot.  Do you think she'd like mine?  Do you think she'd want to taste it?"

"Tell you what, if we ever ally with them again I'll give her your number."