I got done cleaning my porch, so I guess I'll start my John Jokename story. This is a first draft and it's been like, a year since I've written any prose so criticism of any kind is appreciated.

Scout Jeremiah Alspeth nestled himself in a tree perch. His back to the trunk, he stuck his boot out onto the large branch in front of him. "Be mindful of your balance, Jeremiah," he whispered to himself. He looked down, and saw the steep forested hill that he'd assuredly slide down should he fall. His eyes scanned the brush below, and swept over the small river separating this ridge from the next. His job was easy, but important. All he needed to do was make sure there was no Eldar movement across this ridge. He was far out from the fight, the thick of it was several miles in the opposite direction. There wasn't another space marine for at least another mile, and it would only be another scout meant to vox back to base and warn of incoming Eldar upon the flanks.

Jeremiah didn't expect to see anything, any substantial Eldar force coming upon this flank would be met with heavy force, as allied Imperial Guardsmen artillery could bombard the area with the first sign of distress. With his guard still up, the scout marine enjoyed the silence of the ridge. He peered through the scope of his stalker bolter and scanned the opposite side for wildlife and fauna. There were a few quadripedal mammals feeding off of the leaves, along with several rodents. He inhaled the fresh air and held it in his lungs, it felt good.

He peered through his scope again, and saw movement. There was a lone Eldar Banshee, cautiously peering out from some brush. Jeremiah reached for his vox comm, but his hand stopped before pressing the button. His head turned towards his stalker bolter, and then across the ridge. As if by impulse, his hand strayed away from the vox comm and back to the bolter. He bore down the scope and aimed carefully for the witch's head.

The Banshee approached one of the larger quadripedal mammalians, and let out her hand. It offered the beast food, and upon seeing that it was afraid of her, she took off her helmet. Her lips moved, and Jeremiah paid attention to every detail. "Do not be afraid, do not worry," it spoke. The beast's heart was soothed by the witch, and it took her offering. Her hair was golden, and her eyes green.

"By the Emperor," Jeremiah gritted his teeth, and his fingers tensed upon the trigger of his stalker bolter. His mind urged him to squeeze harder, to end the trickster's life quickly and warn his brothers of Eldar in the area. Yet, just as he was about to feel the click of his weapon, he released his grip and stared across the ridge. He was able to make out the white of her armor, but only barely. "What trickery is this?" he mumbled to himself.

The Banshee sat upon a rock, and took a deep breath in. As she exhaled, she relaxed and reveled in the beauty of the ridge, it felt good. Jeremiah scooted closer from his branch, and continued to stare at her though his scope. She leaned backwards upon her rock and moved her lips again. Faintly, Jeremiah could hear her sing. "Eldar witch," he reminded himself before tensing his finger upon the trigger.

He still couldn't do it, and became frustrated at his incompetence. He'd slain many Eldar before this one, he was dedicated to the Emperor, he had slain chaos and orkoids and so many more of the Emperor's enemies, why not her? "I need to find out," he thought before carefully and dextrously dropping from his tree branch.

He kept low, and stuck to the brush as he crossed the ridge. There was a dam in the river created by local wildlife, which he used as a handhold while he swam across. Careful to keep out of sight, he got close to her. She hadn't been aware of his presence, and relaxed in the grandeur of the blue moonlight striking the ridge's trees. Jeremiah could see her now, and gazed at her silky blonde hair.

Jeremiah felt something inside of him stir. He felt a warmth, and a pulse throughout his body. "That feeling," he thought, "what is that feeling?" He squirmed, rustling the nearby brush. The Banshee's head casually turned towards it, and smiled.

"It's okay, I don't bite," she said. "I can find more berries for you, if you want."

Jeremiah went still. From deep within him, the warm pulse surged through his body again. After a few moments of silence, she returned to enjoying the ridge, "Must have gone away, scared little animal." Her voice serenaded Jeremiah's ears, and he felt his face grow warm. Slowly and quietly he drew his knife, and readied an attack. Chanting a small prayer under his breath he burst from the nearby brush and tackled the Banshee to the ground. She gave a brief shriek before Jeremiah pinned her and pressed his knife to her bare neck.

"Say a word and," Jeremiah briefly hesitated, "and it'll be your last." He hadn't felt it, but a small droplet of sweat was forming upon his brow. The Banshee kept quiet, and scowled at her new visitor. Jeremiah stared deeply into her eyes, and his lips slightly parted. The Eldar woman rose her eyebrow at the marine before becoming entranced by his stare. "What trickery is this?" he asked her.

She remained silent, and Jeremiah grew frustrated once more, "What trickery is this?"

"You told me not to speak," the Banshee quipped. Jeremiah's brow drew downward and he tensed his hand.

"Slit her throat," Jeremiah thought, "Slit ITS throat," he corrected. "Tell me! What spell did you cast on me?" he demanded, in a strong but soft voice.

The Banshee's eyes grew wide in realization. She relaxed and created a vague glimpse of a smile on her face, "Foolish Mon'keigh, I have no clue what you're talking about."

"Don't play the fool, Eldar witch," Jeremiah growled.

The Banshee smiled, and leaned her head upward. As she expected, the knife followed suit. The scout marine fell back as she began to sit upwards. He was powerless against her. An instinct told him to activate his vox comm, but more warm pulses from inside his body soothed his muscles, and he felt he couldn't move. The grip on his knife grew limp, and he dropped it. The Banshee stood and looked down upon the now sitting space marine. "Foolish mon'keigh," she giggled.

Jeremiah's mouth was agape. Between the fervent anger he felt towards her, between the frustration at his own heresy, the warmth of his heart kept him from moving. "What are you doing to me?" the Banshee's finger touched his lips and he spoke no more.

"Mon'keigh, you are in love," she spoke sweetly, and caressed the marine's face. His hatred and anger grew, but did not overpower his heart. The Banshee quickly surveyed her surroundings once more before perching herself upon her rock. "I'm glad I came to see this place alone," she thought. She touched her helmet, and thought of putting it on. Her eyes glanced at her blade she'd placed into the ground. However, she felt a serenity in the ridge, and saw the scout marine knew it as well.

"Love for a Xeno is heresy, I-" The Banshee shushed him, and patted a spot next to her upon the rock. Jeremiah hesitated, closed his mouth, and sat. His eyes never left her face, and the numbness of his body felt amazing. The Banshee pressed upon the Space Marine's lightly armored chest, and with very little effort pushed him down upon the rock.

"I will teach you why your cause is futile," the Banshee stood, and disengaged her leggings. They fell beneath her, and Jeremiah's eyes flitted from her visage to her hips. A small trail of golden fuzz drew a line to her soft, pink vulva. Jeremiah's mouth grew wet as the warmth within him grew. The Banshee grunted as she slid on top of him.

"Heresy-" Jeremiah squawked before being silenced by the Eldar woman's tongue.

"You may call me <FUCK, CAN'T THINK OF A GOOD NAME>, mon'keigh."

Jeremiah succumbed to her caressing, and as she reared her head back to moan he spoke softly, "<FUCK, CAN'T THINK OF A GOOD NAME>" She smiled and sat up upon his pubis. She playfully bounced upon the impotent space marine before sliding her wide hips forward across his chest.

"Very good, you will see my plight soon," her hand reached forward and held the scout's head. She slid her hips forward above his head, and his hands reached upward to hold her hips. His tongue reached outward, and gave a probing lick. <FUCK, CAN'T THINK OF A GOOD NAME> gasped, and tensed up. She relaxed with a smile, and her legs spread as her pussy lips fell upon the space marine's agape mouth.

Slowly Jeremiah's tongue stroked her pink slit. Memories from before his service in the Space Marines came to him, reminding him of previous passions completely forgotten. Her hand pushed his mouth into her pussy, and her hips began to quiver from the probing tongue. The scout marine's fingers tensed around <FUCK, CAN'T THINK OF A GOOD NAME>'s buttcheeks, and her moaning intensified as her nipples hardened under her chestplate. "Yes, show me your love, mon'keigh," she moaned.

The scout marine drew back from her hips and smiled, "you may call out 'Jeremiah', <FUCK, CAN'T THINK OF A GOOD NAME>." Before she had time to respond, he shoved his face back into her soft pussy and began sucking upon her Eldar clitoris.

"Yes! Jeremiah!" One of his fingers probed further past her buttcheeks and teased at a second hole. She squeaked as the space marine's girthy finger slowly pushed through. Overcome by the sensation, <FUCK, CAN'T THINK OF A GOOD NAME> fell forward, barely putting her hands out in front of her. Jeremiah continued his barrage until she couldn't speak any longer.

Jeremiah's other hand moved to her soft pink hole, and slowly pushed through. With his mouth on her clit and a finger in both of her holes, he began to push upward. Her hips tensed, quivered, and began to move up and down in tandem with his fingers. Jeremiah was thankful there wasn't another space marine for another few miles, as they both began to moan with little regards to stealth.

"Yes! Yes Jeremiah, more!" She gasped. She placed a hand on her reddened face, and softly bit upon her gloved finger. Jeremiah followed suit, and inserted another finger into her pink hole. Both could feel the inexperienced hole stretch. The fingers writhed inside of her before finding the softest and wettest of the walls. Jeremiah stroked the spongy wall. Her moans grew louder, and after only a few short minutes her wet pussy began flooding with juices.

Her hips tensed once again as she humped his face. With a final thrust she pushed the space marine's face into her pussy, orgasming intensely. His head fell back, and she slid down beside him. They caressed each other in the blue moonlight.