Two Souls

It's been years, years since you left the Craftworld. You did something and were forced to take the Path of the Outcast. You've been drifting around, trying to find a new place in this galaxy, but with Craftworlds being shut out, Exodites not wanting you and the galaxy going to shit with the Mon'keighs, the Necrons, the Tyranids, fucking Chaos, nowhere seems to be open for a new start.

So you drifted, stowing away on ships, avoiding other Outcasts, avoiding Eldar in general. You thought about going to Commoragh, since anything goes there, but you don't fancy sitting around and being a disgusting sweat goblin with too much warpdust up your ass.

You eventually stowed away on some ship, living off of the Mon'keigh rations and wondering where you're gonna go next, when you reached some world named Badab. You didn't care, it was just another Mon'keigh world, you've personally led the destruction of other worlds of theirs alongside your many Aspect Warriors.

You then hear that some leader has it in his mind that he wants to secede and can't stand the Mon'keigh Imperium and so on. You idly wonder how long these idiots are going to last.

Maybe you should stay and watch the fire burn? Nothing better to do.

That's what you thought seven months ago.

It all started when you decided to be a nice guy and help a stupid Mon'keigh cunt and killed some others trying to have their way with her. You had been weaving through their disgusting city, the smells were everywhere and the dirt was making you nearly nauseous, then the sound of a woman crying for help. Honestly, you don't even know why you stopped, or why you helped her, none of it made sense.

But there you were, standing over the dead bodies of these filthy lesser beings, listening to this woman tell you how grateful she is and would repay you- it's all too bothersome. But that feeling of being needed...

If only she could see your entire face, if you weren't so covered up, would she scream? Would she run away? Cower? You did tower over those pathetic whelps, shouldn't that have told her you weren't human? Maybe she'll try to kill you? Who knows. All you do know is that she said she would repay you, and you do need a place to stay and food to eat until yu decide to skip out. Not like there's anything out there for you.

...

She brought you back to her home, some diapilated building that looked to have been hit with a few of those human shells. The rest of this part of the hive looked to be a part of some warzone, maybe that Mon'keigh leader really was serious and you're in the middle of some warzone. The shit you get into...

She brought you inside, the place wasn't as bad as the rest of the human hive, but it was still little more than a shack compared to Ulthwe.

"I don't have much, but I can spare you some food, a place to sleep-" She spoke to you, giving you some weird smile. You kept down your disgusted recoil, even you know when to be diplomatic.

"It's fine." You answer, "I'm used to eating anything by now."

It was one of the worst things you've ever had in your life. And you ate a Tyranid once. Truly, the Mon'keigh spare no expense for the safeguarding and care for their own species. This is just one of the reasons why you can't stand them... e-even though you're in one of their homes.

But well, you can't be picky. So you ate it all and didn't complain once, even though you desperately wanted to. Best part, she left you alone as soon as the goop was given to you.

When she was cleaning up the shared space, only so long before it was time for rest, she said something else to you.

"I... I wanted to thank you- a-again I mean. Ever since the war started, everything has just been... terrible. The streets aren't safe, everyone is saying that what the Planetary Governor is doing is going to get us all killed. I haven't been able to pay for protection and-" She stopped, looking away from you. "I just don't know what to do anymore. But you came and saved me and I-" A fidget, and you can't help but wonder when she'll get to the point. "...I just wanted to say thank you. I needed help, and you came... I don't know how long you'll stay, but I need help."

Need. When was the last time someone needed you? After what happened, you weren't sure if you would ever be needed again.

During the night, you kept wondering what you'll do. This woman said she needs you, you are needed. To protect, do something! What's the alternative? Just leave and drift around, slowly going insane from not having a purpose anymore?

And that's how you ended up here. Seven months that was just supposed to be a day or so. Seven months of making sure she got to work on time and safely, seven months of getting better food and blankets, seven months of waiting for this all to just... end.

Every thing is too perfect. You know that the other blade will drop, you've been careful for whatever reason to not let her see your face, to hear you speak Aeldari, to get too close... it's going to end in a shower of gore and death and you know it.

"-Kashyrn?"

You start, the human was speaking to you. You had been lost in thought, mechanically escorting her home from the shadows, and now that the door is closed and locked, did she finally get your attention. You grunt at her, not in the mood to deal with her inane babbling.

"You look troubled. Are you alright?" She asked you.

No, no you're not alright. You're too busy sitting here and waiting for her to tell you she doesn't need someone like you here. That everything is going to go wrong, that everything is going to end violently- "I'm fine."

She looks disheartened, but you brush it off. You have another night of chasing away thugs and keeping this defenseless human safe for another night.

She left you another bowl, draped a blanket over yur shoulders and-

You stiffened, the feel of her lips on your cheek made your entire mind shut down, vaguely aware of your last thoughts being how she possibly wormed her way to get you comfortable enough to do this...

"Thank you, Kashyrn. I just wish I could do more for you."

You don't react, just hoping she'll go away and you can try to forget how long it's been since you last felt someone touch you with such tenderness. Mon'keigh. Mon'keigh, she's a Mon'keigh. Mon'keigh, Mon'keigh-

"Why did you do that... you." Dammit, you said something! You're too busy to stop yourself from speaking, just repeat the mantra! Mon'keigh-

"Because I wanted to, Kashyrn." She smiled at you warmly, moving to go retire to her room. You didn't turn, you didn't look, but you could feel her looking back at you. "You know, my name is Ingrid."

You don't say anything else, just repeating it all over and over again. Mon'keigh. She is a Mon'keigh. Human. Human, human, human, human. She is a human. Human.

...Ingrid is a human...

You need to leave as soon as possible.

...

Of course, the fucking Mon'keighs decide to start their stupid fucking war right then and there!

That stupid fucking Planetary Governor attracted the huamn Imperial forces and now the entire planet is under a full scale war. Now getting out of this fucking planet is going to be even more difficult- no. No, don't even hide it, it's possible.

But dammit! Now the human- Ingrid-!

Now she's needing you even more! She's depending on you! She's depending on you to keep her safe during this full scale war and you are nearly drunk off of the idea that she's so heavily desperate for you to take care of her.

...human. she's a human. She is... human.

To put it in the most basic of Aeldari... You are so boned.

It was at some point during the first wave of those hulking gorillas in armor that arrived over Badab, did things change.

It had been when looting began, the conflict dragged on and this part of the hive was blowing into full on chaos. Some Mon'keigh were taking advantage of the conflict, you took care of them before they could take anything or hurt your Ingrid.

You had disposed of the bodies, taken whatever valuables were on them and returned to the apartment. You had been getting their dirty blood and guts off of you, when she finally saw you. Your outer jacket, your shirt, your hood, everything was gone from the waist up, leaving your chest, neck and face bare.

That dread you felt, knowing that she saw your full Eldar features, your ears, your eyes, your full face, everything.

You know it, this is it. This is where the other blade will finally drop. This is where you're finally going to see how she's going to react, she's going to scream, she's going to cry, she's near a few swingable objects, maybe she'll attack you. You knew something was going to happen, you knew it but you still did nothing and just kept living this fantasy and-

"Kashyrn? You're... you're an Eldar."

You don't say anything, you just wait for her to process it.

She won't need you.

For a long time, you wait, your mind silent as you wait for the first strike. Of course she's going to strike, you called her a filthy Mon'keigh in your mind for months until you learned her name. You still call all those other humans dumb, dirty Mon'keighs as well, you slaughter any o them who come too close all the time, you see them all as lesser beings- Of course she's going to think the same of you! Humans and Eldar have been trying to kill each other for over 10 millenia, all Eldar are taught about how humans are Mon'keigh, of course they would be taught the same thing! It's how it's always been, and you were so stupid to start thinking differently-

Her hands are on your cheeks, the warmth you feel there is enough to get you to snap out of it. Your eyes connect with her own, and you don't see any hate there.

Just tenderness.

"I don't care."

Never have those 3 words you have used so many times yourself throughout these many lonely years, have they ever sounded so sweet. Instinctively, you lean a bit closer to her, your breath colliding with her own. Your mind is becoming less of a mantra, and more of a song.

Human. She is human. She is Mon-... She is human... Human. Human... she is... She is Ingrid. Ingrid.

She doesn't pull away, she closes the distance and the two of you are locked in a desperate lip lock. The battles outside, the threat of doom, the utter lack of hopelessness bleeds away until it feels as if there is only the both of you. You know that tomorrow could bring another conflict, another step closer to her.

Enjoy it now.

Using your superior strength, you pick Ingrid up, not bothering to break your kiss as you take her to her room. If you'really going to do this, might as well be somewhere more comfortable than her terrible couch.

In her room, the both of you crash onto her bed. You finally break your kiss and see her flushed face, hot breaths escaping her slightly open mouth, the erratic movement of her chest and how dilated her eyes are right now. The picture of want, right below you as you shut your mind off.

You capture her lips again, swallowing the sounds she let's out as she enjoys your kiss. One had goes to keep her jaw in place as you bruise her lips, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, your other works to rip off her clothes, not caring what was in your way. You barely register her own hands on the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss as she gives back as much as you gave. How long has her tongue felt this god, how long has her taste been this addicting? Her touch stokes the fires inside of you, you only want more of her.

As soon as enough of her skin from the waist up is shown, you abandon her mouth to start showering her breasts with as much attention as you can, the dam of your inner control has started to shatter. Her taste just filling your senses as you devoured those rosy peaks, one of her hands running through your hair, and the other in her mouth as she bites onto a few of her fingers keeping silent.

No. No, this isn't enough.

You suck on her soft flesh for a bit longer, pulling away until it pops away from your mouth, jiggling back into place before your hungry, lustful eyes. Your hands tear away the rest of her clothing, revealing her flushed flesh before you. Your trousers have long been uncomfortably holding you back, you rid of them, wanting to get back to the treat.

She has her hands on her forehead, a bridge over her eyes that she peeks under from. She is breathing heavily, face red as she trembles before you. She nods slightly as her legs open for you, her damp core hidden amongst the curls of her sex.

Your senses pick up on the pure womanly scent coming from her, how ready her body is for you.

The dam is damaged, barely holding back the animal you have refused to call yourself. You position yourself, remembering the times you have done this before, ready to take the plunge.

Just your tip feels like fire, her heat is so tantalizing, beckoning you to come forth deeper. With a good strong thrust, you take the final leap.

The sense of such delicious heat, the soft walls makes you want to cry out; human women are impossibly hot, beyond tight and so lovingly wet. The dam is so close, you want to ravage her, you want to plunge into her with as much wanton lust as you can pump into her.

But you see that she needs a moment to get used to you, no matter how much you want to just fucking her raw... You want her to enjoy it too.

Leaning down onto your hands and elbows onto the mattress, your forehead lies against her own. Your eyes are shut tightly, trying to keep your composure as she huffs. Her breath against you, whines of discomfort reach your ears as she squirms slightly under you. The movement sends a shiver through you, your grunts of frustration leave you as you hold back.

"Kashyrn..." Ingrid says as her hands snake around your back, running her warm hands along your spine. Opening your eyes, you see the look she is giving you. A nod, she runs her nails along your skin, and there.

The dam has broken.

Your hands dig into her hips, pulling at them as you begin your first assault. Pulling out, slamming back in, you enjoy the sensation of her flesh clench along yours. You wildly fuck her, nearly snarling as something primal inside of you comes surging forth. A hard, punishing pace is what you give, unrelenting into her soft, wet, hot opening, enjoying the sounds of the room as it fills with the sounds of your flesh slapping together.

She clenches around you, hands reaching up to grab at your hair as she can do nothing but take the pace you give to her. Her delicious moans fill your hearing, you want to just hear them more, you want them to become more and more wild, you want to here her come undone.

Then you feel her hands brush against your ears.

From there, you remember only pinning her down and fucking her raw. Your previous pace like slow, awkward fumbling. You remember her screaming your name over and over again, just the feeling of flesh.

Then, you felt that familiar build up, coming up, twisting in your gut as you felt that knot inside begin to strain as you chased after your release. Burying your head in her neck, biting onto the skin there and chasing it on. Arms and legs wrapping around you, you keep going, the tension growing and growing until-

There.

The both of you reach your climax, that feeling of releasing into her, shuddering through your body as you enjoy the sensation. She clenches around you, holding onto you, as if she believes she'll fly away unless she clings to you for dear life.

The sigh of contentment that comes from her is like music to you, but you idly wonder why she acts like this is over.

This was only the first assault. What about the second through the fifth?

...

Later, when the both of you lie in her bed, Ingrid lies splayed on the bed. Her arms above her head, eyes rolled back as her mouth hangs open, legs still spread with her red, abused core still pulsing as your seed quietly spills out of her.

Maybe human women can't handle it? You feel fine, like you could have gone for a few more rounds. You reach over and cover her with a sheet, lying back and staring up at the ceiling. You were satisfied, everything was fine.

Look where you are. In bed with a human woman. What would your dead parents think of you? Probably be disgusted. But well... Mon'keigh are disgusting, but not Ingrid. She's not... She's Ingrid.

Everything is messed up. But it feels right.

You can imagine your long dead younger brother, Illiyan, dancing around you, calling you a "Mon'keigh fucker". He was an ass, but you do miss him. You always did wish you could name your first son after him, but well... Ingrid is a human.

It's not like humans and Eldar can breed.

So you drift off to sleep, feeling Ingrid curl up around you. The next morning will have to be more of that stupid war, more of keeping Ingrid alive.

More of being needed.

Being needed isn't so bad...

...

-Dusky