Blue and Fanseer Go Wilder

Blue looked confused. Something was wrong.
"Well, I was going to include a physical examination, but I guess that's out of the question right now, so I guess we move on to the interrogation. Or interview, if you prefer."
Something was definitely wrong. Blue wiped at her forehead. Why was she so warm?
"What do you want, ya git?"
"Lovely. Now, how old are you now?"
Blue wanted to yell at the Eldar more but found herself rubbing her thighs together unconsciously instead. The Farseer pretended not to notice.
"Blue, answer the question, if you can."
"About ten years, why?" It was really getting uncomfortable. What was going on?
"Well, Tau reach adulthood in roughly ten years. And yet, you're clearly still adolescent." Her skin was more supple and her body wasn't as fully built, though that superb Tau musculature already well developed. Vaedrisa watched droplets of sweat meander down the squirming girl's midriff and licked her lip a little. "How peculiar."
"That's a zoggin' mystery to be sure." Blue shrugged, pressing her thighs together and releasing them. She just couldn't get comfortable. She shifted her hips. When did her pants get so wet? Why was she so hot? Without much fanfare or sense of decency, Blue stuck her hand down her pants, trying to reach what felt like an unscratchable itch.
The Farseer raised an eyebrow, "Something wrong, Blue?"
"You pointy 'eaded git." Blue curled up on herself, her eyes shifting between  menace and want, hand still reaching deep into her pants not sure what to do, "What did you do to me?"
"What did I do? I didn't do anything." Vaedrisa bit her lip and smiled, it was cute, almost. So helpless and ignorant. "Would you like a hand?"
"Zog off." Blue used two fingers and stroked up and down, that helped, a little.
The air between them crackled, and even Blue's hair stood on end. The feelings intensified. Blue rolled over and grabbed at the sheets of the bed with her free hand, mouthing insensible words.
"What's wrong with me?"
"We could still go through with that physical examination, if you want."
Blue looked into those conniving eyes and relented. It was too much. It really was.
"Fine."

It really would be a shame to not exploit this possibility, Blue had a very nice body. Most Tau did, but Blue had an extra cut to her look from not always eating right and living with the overly physical Orks. She took off her top and Vaedrisa nodded her head a little. Not bad. Blue's breasts weren't very large but they fit nicely on her muscular frame. They were topped off with perky looking nipples. The Farseer wondered briefly if licking them would leave blue stains on her mouth like some sweets did.
Blue then undid her belt and took off her shorts, a thin trail of fluid connecting them to her crotch extended and then broke. And despite the warmth of her body, she suddenly felt a little cold, exposed. She'd been undressed around the Orks before, usually when her clothes and armor needed repairing. And none of them paid her any heed. But the way this Eldar stared at her, hungrily, almost, made her feel vulnerable, yet not afraid. She was...
"Embarrassed?"
Blue shook her head. "Alright, get on widdit."
Vaedrisa marveled at Blue's hips. Her waist was nothing delicate, but her hips gave it the illusion that it was. They transitioned into equally powerful thighs, before tapering off into thinner shins and hooves. The Farseer's eyes then went back up. Blue was hairless from the neck down. Unlike Eldar with their modest amounts of body hair, Tau had absolutely none. And despite her neglect and lack of personal hygiene, she was almost pretty to look at down there, smooth and all tucked away. Of course, that may just be Tau physiology. These were gaps in the Eldar archives. Gaps that Vaedrisa would fill.
"I'm going to be inspecting you manually. Don't hit me or anything." Not that Blue was in any condition to lash out at the Farseer.
Vaedrisa actually took the test somewhat seriously, she started with Blue’s head, checking her hair, traced the Y shaped slit in the middle of her face, and examined her eyes. She stuck two fingers in Blue’s mouth and Blue licked at them, her tongue moving desperately. The Farseer then pulled those two fingers out and held them to the ambient light above. Even her saliva had a bluish tinge. Interesting. The Farseer then surprised herself and stuck those two fingers in her own mouth.
Blue raspberry?
The physical examination pretty much disintegrated from that point on.
They were kissing. The Farseer on top of Blue. She awkwardly bumped her nose into Blue’s nasal slit, but in all of the intensity, they didn’t even notice.
The Farseer’s hands moved in erratic patterns on Blue’s body, tracing lines and tracking angles and following curves. She wound up at Blue’s crotch, rubbing up and down with broad strokes and all her fingers, refusing to settle in and concentrate on the one bit that Blue desperately wanted her to.
"Q-quit muckin' around."
"What's that, Blue?"
"Get rid of this strange feelin' already, ya git." She gritted her teeth, the constant tension must have been overwhelming. And Blue still wasn't allowed to touch the Farseer.
"Alright then Ork." She produced a short length of Wraithbone.
Psychically charged, Wraithbone could take on just about any attribute as long as a psychic concentrated on it. It could feel  hot, cold, longer, thicker, textured, bumpy. But right now, Vaedrisa did her best to concentrate on vibration. She placed the Wraithbone gently against Blue's crotch.
Blue arched her back, dug her heels into the bed, and pulled at the sheets. Bright lights appeared behind her eyes. Far from discomfort, it felt... Good. Really good.
"I didn't think you'd be a screamer, Blue." It was nice and throaty, guttural almost. Even when so predisposed she still managed to be Orky. Vaedrisa bit her lip.
Blue was far too preoccupied to respond. Vaedrisa started moving the Wraithbone up and down, sliding it against her increasingly soaked lips, lingering here and there when she saw fit. Toe curling pleasure.
Blue came. Was it just her, or did the whole room shake?

"That... What the zog was that?"
"Feel good? Excellent. Now, Blue. Here's the deal."  She stuck the Wraithbone into Blue, causing the Ork to moan. "I'm going to keep asking you questions, and for every one that you answer fully, I will reward you. Every time you resist and for all the time you waste, that strange feeling from before will get stronger and stronger. Are you ready?"
Blue wanted to shake her head, that she'd take it. But that feeling, that ache, was back. And the vibrating Wraithbone could only do so much to calm it.
"Alright, pointy-headed git," Blue gasped due to sudden increased intensity, "I'll answer your questions."
"Very good." The Farseer suddenly smiled, "Okay, good, now that that's over and done with, perhaps we can continue?" She tried patting down her hair to little avail, produced a clipboard out of nowhere, and started  scribbling furiously.

A few hundred thousand kilometers away, a bunch of warlocks watched the psychic manifestations in awe. In order to ensure the fidelity of the psychic bridge, they kept the image of whatever the Farseer was doing focused and clear.
Needless to say, what the Farseer was doing was very focused and very clear.
"What is this, Zielt?"
"Some kind of mental assault, I-I'm sure." He absentmindedly wiped away some blood from his nose.
"Should we really be watching this?"
"We must, mustn't we? For the safety of the Farseer."
The other Warlock saluted and the whole room broke into smiles.
For the Farseer. For the Craftworld.