"Brothers and sisters, it is time for Iybraesil to unleash the warhosts. We make for Belial Maxim in a day."

"By Khaine, do they WANT us to die?" No Aspect Warrior would dare talk back to an Autarch, but there was no such rule against muttering your objections to oneself when nobody could hear them. Alitela was never one for unquestioning obedience, and even after she had left the Path of the Outcast just a few decades earlier to take up the mantle of the Howling Banshee her passions had never quite been held in check. Her outbursts had drawn negative attention to her more than once in the past, and her Exarch had all but threatened to exile her from the Shrine after an overly enthusiastic bout of sparring left her partner with a broken leg. While she had made a show at the time of how she would be more careful in the future, in reality she still thought that Tyclia would have been just fine had she just dodged her low sweep.

Like any Eldar of Craftworld Iybraesil, Alitela was well aware of the Crone Worlds and their importance to the Eldar race- after all, they were the former homeworlds of the Eldar empire and the source of all soul stones. That didn't mean she had to like being deployed to one of them; something about the worlds themselves always seemed to unnerve her, and since Chaos had a foothold on every single one of them since the Fall she knew that dying on one of them would mean an eternity of torment at the hands of She who Thirsts. Given a choice, she would by far prefer to be fighting Orks; the sight of the greenskins fleeing before her wailing never ceased to amuse her. For a supposedly fearless race of brutes, their morale crumbled surprisingly quickly when faced with her might, or at least that's what she liked to believe. 

With no further deployments or briefings until the day of their departure, Alitela found herself too worked up to focus on her mantras;  normally she would have engaged in a sparring match against one of her sisters from the Shrine of the Wailing Blade, but recent events had made it unlikely that any of them would accept any such challenge from her. While she walked through the pale-white halls in the hopes of finding a suitable replacement, she considered which of her fellow warriors might be able to be a worthy match for her. The Dire Avenger Calkon was certainly skillful enough with a sword but was insufferably uptight for her tastes, while Forlas seemed to be more interested in perfecting his aim with his Reaper launcher than he was in interacting with others. And then there was Taenar.

"Lost in thought, are we? I would not have guessed you were capable of introspection."

With a rather undignified yelp, the Banshee whirled around to face the Striking Scorpion who had once again managed to sneak behind her without her noticing. No matter how many times he did it, it never seemed to get less irritating for her; as far as she knew, that was probably why he did it anyway. Their rivalry had lasted almost as long as their time on the Path of the Warrior together, and their opposing views on the nature of combat were almost always a point of contention between the two. 

"Can't you just come up to me if you wish to talk?" she grumbled. 

"My apologies, Ali. Old habits die hard, and I must admit that your reaction never fails to impress me. You shouted so loudly that for a moment I thought I had stepped on a gyrinx's tail."

She groaned, the irritation seeping into her every word as she turned away from the viridian ambusher. "Typical Scorpions, always hiding and stalking even when they're around people they should trust. Tell me, kind of glory is there in hiding from our enemies rather than fighting them properly? If I wanted to do that, I would still be a Ranger. At least that way I'd be safe on the back lines."

"Ali, the last time the Eldar were in a position to worry about glory was before the Fall. Now we must do whatever it takes to survive, and if that means I must "hide and stalk", so be it. Considering how your armor seems more suited to displaying your figure than protecting it, you're not what I would view an authority on battlefield protection."

Had he not been wearing his helmet, Ali would have noticed a rather uncharacteristic grin on Taenar's face. To his credit, Ali was indeed rather attractive even by the standards of the Eldar; some rumors had it that her armor had to be custom made specifically to fit her curvaceous body. Needless to say, the implication that she shouldn't be proud of it struck a nerve in her. "Are you suggesting that I shouldn't show it off? No matter. I was already looking for someone who could keep up with me in a sparring match, and I think you will work nicely. Surely you would be willing to accept my challenge?"

"If you insist. However, I would be somewhat more comfortable if we fought unarmed."

It didn't take long for the two Aspect Warriors to find an empty room within the Craftworld; while they would have preferred an area somewhere closer to their respective Aspect Shrines, the abandoned house they came across in one of the residential areas was only a short skimmer ride away. From there, they were swiftly able to prepare for their mock duel. The room filled with the dull thud of wraithbone falling to the ground as Ali and Taenar disrobed down to the skintight bodysuits worn under their armor. While Ali claimed that it was only fair to do so in order to ensure Taenar did not have an advantage over her, he suspected that it might have more to do with the way her pre-battle ritual apparently involved thrusting her chest and rear in his general direction. 

He rolled his eyes at the peculiar show Ali seemed intent on giving to him. "Is displaying yourself like this something that you normally do when you prepare for a battle?" 

With a flick of her fiery red hair, Ali let out a short chuckle. "Of course not. I just figured that since you probably stare at me all the time when you sneak up on me, you might as well see me from the front this time. It's the least I can do before I send you sprawling onto the floor."

It took all of Taenar's willpower to hide the surprise on his angular face. Ali's figure had indeed gotten her fair share of gawkers; women with hips as curvy as hers were practically unheard of among the Eldar, and the placement of her soulstone right between her impressive breasts was seemingly chosen specifically to draw attention to her chest. Even now, it looked as if they might burst through her bodysuit. She never seemed to be overly vexed by the attention, however- in fact, she had always found such attention flattering regardless of its source. 

Distractions aside, Taenar was as ready for his duel as he could be. "Very well, then. Let us begin at once." His voice was as sharp and hard as the teeth of his chainsword. 

Compared to Ali, Taenar was certainly more stocky and muscular, but if he expected to win through strength alone he was sorely mistaken. She opened up with a hook that Taenar managed to duck underneath mere seconds before it could make contact, but before he could counter with a jab himself she followed up with an elbow strike aimed at his chest. Although he attempted to dive out of the way, the strike still managed to leave him staggered just long enough for Ali to slip behind him. 

In a flash of movement almost too quick to detect, she wrapped her arms around his neck and caught him in a chokehold. Undaunted, Taenar managed to break free of her grip and used the brief moment of surprise to get a hold of the Banshee in preparation for a throw. Or more precisely, he managed to get a hold of her chest. While a civilian Eldar might have found such an act distasteful if not outright barbaric, he was sure that she would be taken off-guard long enough for him to pin her to the ground. Unfortunately for him, she seemed unusually well-prepared for such a situation, and the feeling of Ali's firm breasts in his hands was quite distracting to say the least. 

A mischievous smirk quickly formed on Ali's face, and her golden eyes seemed to flash with inspiration. "Oh, so you want to do things that way, do you? I think I can do that."

She promptly shoved him off of her with enough force to stagger him for a moment, but his grip had been strong enough to tear the chest of her suit off as he was pushed back. As he stood slack-jawed holding the ripped fabric in his hands, he was utterly transfixed by her breasts. Despite their impressive size, they didn't seem to even jiggle despite the rapidity of her movements. As Taenar began to notice a rather suspicious draft, he looked down and realized that his penis was now on full display as well. He wasn't quite sure how that had happened since she hadn't even hit him down there, but he made a note to himself that perhaps he should maintain his gear more closely in the future.

"Should we hold off until we can change into something more suitable? I would prefer not to hurt you by accident." 
"There is no need. I can fight just as well with ripped clothing as I can with them intact. If you are more concerned about your return trip to the shrines, I brought spare clothes with us in case this happened. Now what are you waiting for? Fight me!"
"I suppose arguing about it now would be a waste of our time.", he groaned. How one as immature as she was could be managed to become an Aspect Warrior was still a mystery to him. 

He resumed his fighting stance as their fight began anew. The holds and grapples they deployed began to take on distinctly different and far more suggestive forms. As their fight dragged, Taenar grew increasingly distracted by Ali's body. Taking advantage of his distraction, she managed to knock him off his feet with a sweeping strike and followed up with an unusual grapple where she caught Taenar's head between her thighs. 

As he flailed about trying to get loose, the movements of his head managed to rub her lower lips through the suit; while she was wrapped around him too tightly for him to see it, he could vaguely feel the outline of her labia through her suit. As his nose brushed by her slit, her scent had nearly overwhelmed him with its intensity.  As he managed to push her off far enough to uncover his eyes, he noticed a visible dark spot had developed on the suit. He had a feeling that it wasn't sweat. 

Ali hadn't exactly planned to be so aroused by their fight, but the warm tingling feeling between her legs was more than welcome nonetheless. Had he been able to see her face, he might have noticed that her fair skin was flushed and her nipples were stiffened. Taenar's growing erection did not escape her notice, and the cleanup wouldn't be more difficult than changing their clothes as far as she was concerned. 

When he finally managed to break loose of the hold, a ripping noise and the taste of fabric in his mouth caught his attention. A quick look downwards revealed that during his struggles, he had somehow torn the crotch off her pants. He spotted the dribble of what could only be her fluids on her thigh, trailing from her reddening labia. While he restrained himself from commenting on it this time, the sight of her exposed lips left him hopelessly transfixed.

Never one to be restricted by things like good sportsmanship and undaunted by her own arousal, Ali used his distraction to her advantage and delivered a jab low to his crotch. Even though he managed to see it coming soon enough to try and evade it, she still managed to catch the inside of his thigh and pulled him in close enough to feel her breath on his cheek. 

Taenar knew from experience that she was competitive enough to expect that she might try and use this chance to land a disabling strike on him. Much to his surprise, the crotch grab she performed wasn't as painful as he thought it would be. In fact, the feeling of her deceptively strong hands stroking him was quite pleasurable. 

She didn't intend to immobilize him at all- she was jerking him off.

It took all of his willpower to suppress the confusion in his voice as he asked the kneeling Banshee to explain herself.  "I thought we were supposed to be fighting, were we not?"

"But that's exactly what we're doing right now."

"And since when did fondling me count as fighting?"

"Since you did it to me first, and I did not complain about it then. In fact, I rather enjoyed it. Besides, I know you always liked to look at me, and now you have an excuse to do far more than that right here. If you want me, come and take me." Ali continued to stroke him all the while, not even bothering to look at him in the eye as she replied to him.

As she finished her sentence, Ali stopped stroking him long enough to slide Taenar's dick into her cleavage. If her hands had been delicate in their grip and movements, her breasts felt as if they were about to envelop his member completely. The hardness of her sternum was a stark contrast to the sensations of the soft flesh covering him, and being able to hear her heartbeat made it feel all the more erotic. Ali was enjoying herself as well- from time to time she would go from simply thrusting her chest along his shaft to shaking her breasts up and down, moaning and pinching her nipples all the while. When she could feel Taenar's member twitching, Ali attempted to pull him into her mouth, but the intensity of his orgasm left Taenar unable to stand, causing him to fall to his feet and getting his seed all over her chest. Much to her satisfaction, he was still hard enough for her to go a second round. 

"Isha's tears, you felt amazing."
"Your 'sword' is keener than I expected as well. But how well will it handle this?"

She wasted no further time on foreplay. Their duel had already been effective enough at that. Instead, she jumped to her feet and climbed onto his chest, as if intending to pin him down. She underestimated exactly how much stamina he had left, however. Just as she was about to mount him, he grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her face-down onto the ground. The coldness of the floor didn't seem to dampen her spirits a bit, and in no time she was on her hands and knees waggling her buttocks in anticipation.  

"Impressive reversal. So what are you going to do with me now?"

Taenar decided to let his actions speak for him. He knelt down, and Ali gasped slightly as he entered her. Ali's eyes closed, the better to focus on the feeling of fullness in her belly and the sound of slapping of his flesh against hers. If her titjob had been amazing, the feeling of her folds caressing his shaft was even more pleasurable; she was practically gripping her cock with her passage as if she didn't want to let it get loose.  At first Ali's thrusts were so strong and frequent Taenar felt like she was doing more work than he was, but the two Eldar quickly entered into their own rhythm. It wasn't long before the room was filled with Ali's shouts of ecstasy mixed with the occasional taunt.

"Is that really all you have in you? I'm just getting warmed-ah!"
She was cut off by a resounding slap to her rear. "Ali, you talk too much." The sting of the slap didn't faze her much;. If anything, her movements grew even more frenzied than before as if in response to the warm feeling flowing across her buttocks. Each thrust from Taenar was met with one of her own, but as much as she enjoyed the feeling of being taken from behind she wasn't ready to give into him just yet. 

As Taenar pulled out of her in preparation for another stroke, Ali suddenly thrusted back with enough force to knock him down. Snickering to herself, she slid back on top of him and started bouncing, her hair now an unkempt mess. The sight of her boobs shaking up and sown with her every movement was virtually hypnotic. Taenar soon found himself capable of little more than watching them bounce up and down with the rest of her body as she rode him as if her life depended on it. Her walls seemed to pull at him with the rest of her, and each time she descended he brushed ever so slightly against the end of her cervix. It was slightly painful for her, but she wasn't about to let a little thing like that stop her when she was so close to climaxing. 

She came first, her folds clenching down on him with renewed force as she screamed incoherently at the top of her lungs. The feeling of the contractions soon pushed him over the edge as well, and he let out a groan of his own as he released his load inside of her. Finally exhausted, the two Aspect Warriors could do little more but lie there as they caught their breath. Predictably, Ali was the first to break the increasingly awkward silence. 

"Heh...how about we call this a draw, then? I have to admit, you caught me by surprise there but it won't happen again."
"If you insist. Your sparring techniques are certainly different from those taught at my temple if nothing else. Perhaps the next time I might learn something from you as well other than how loudly you can scream."

They made only the bare minimum of eye contact with one another as they cleaned themselves up and donned their wargear once more. As they returned to their shrines, their talk inevitably shifted to the topic of their recent deployments. 

"So tell me, will you at least be deployed to Belial Maxim as well? I have a few swordplay techniques that I was hoping to show off, and I would prefer that you be the one to see them."
"I am sure of that on both counts, but unfortunately my unit has received no such orders. If it makes you feel better, I know you well enough to be sure you will find an audience for your prowess there easily enough. Whether they'll appreciate it or not will be another matter, however. Regardless, just try to get back to the Craftworld in one piece. It would be far too quiet around here without you."
"Oh, I will. And make no mistake, when I get back you can expect a rematch. And I won't be holding anything back next time."
"I would't have it any other way, Ali." 

The next day, the Aspect Warriors of the Wailing Blade shrine had finished their preparations for their departure to Plegis, the closest planet to Belial Maxim accessible via the Webway. For once, Ali kept her mouth shut as the Exarch detailed their objectives. Even she could appreciate the importance of the Spirit Stones to the Eldar civilization, and from what their scouts had told them it seemed that the forces of Chaos on the planet consisted of little more than cultists and renegades. Hardly worth the time to engage, but at the very least she'd be more likely to live through it. However, one thing the Exarch mentioned did catch her interest a bit more: there were reports of one of the human Imperium's military forces stationed on the planet that appeared to be massing for an attack and the Autarchs were considering an alliance of convenience with the mon'keigh. Ever since she spent well over a month watching one Imperial outpost from afar as a Ranger, Ali had been curious about the so-called lesser race, and now her mind burned with one question: what were they really like up close?

TO BE CONTINUED