The Ranger and the Guardian

~The Ranger and the Guardian
Tags: 40k, Eldar, GuardianxRanger, Vanilla

            "So... where you from?" Asked the ranger, eating what paltry fruits he managed to pull from the brush. The arid, quasi-desert didn't make for a hospitable environment. At the very least though, he found something non-poisonous that that resembled pomegranates.
            "Yme-Loc of all places... hence our shelter..." replied the guardian as she indicated their accommodation, the personnel hold of the falcon grav tank.
    The ranger took a mental note, "Orange, grey... got it. I assume Yme-Loc favours heavy support?"
    The guardian laughed as she gave a glance back at the hold door, which finally hissed closed, "More tanks than any other craftworld, almost as many bonesingers as Il-Kaithe. Not as reckless as Saim-Hann mind you, but if it makes enemies go 'boom', we use it."
    The ranger chuffed, "use it? I assume it's more than just 'we use it' for it to be an entire military doctrine."
            "I'll get to the thrills of shaking worlds in a moment, first a little about you..." said the guardian, taking her helmet off. She was unusual for eldar, brown skinned rather than pearly white with long auburn hair that flowed to her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep forest green, the had a gentle quality to them.
    The ranger took his helmet off and smirked, he was considerably paler with jet black, cropped hair that wouldn't look out of place on a human guardsman, his eyes were hazel and his stature quite a bit beefier than most of his lithe kin.
            "Alright, but I'm holding you to that," his tone was casual, but a gesture and a shift in stance changed the meaning to something more resembling, 'I'm taking that as a promise'.
    He sat down with a sigh, "I hail from Altansar actually, couldn't wait to be out of there. How many walk the path of the outcast trapped on a craftworld?"
            "Wait, Altansar? weren't you trapped in the eye of terror!?" exclaimed the guardian.
            "Well Nalia, we 'were' trapped," his body language gave the inflection of rescue in the statement, "Maugen Ra... I thank him for everything he's done for us, but the phoenix lords have a morality coloured with the palate of Cegorath's laugh" he played on multiple eldar idioms for 'alien and unfathomable', to emphasise his point, "I walked three different paths of the aspect warrior down there. What'd I get for it? desperate battles on Crone Worlds because of how desperately we needed those stones. Hard to retrieve them in the middle of her domain," The way he intonated the word 'desperate' drew on pyrrhic victories and successive military defeats and failures of Eldar past, "I was a scorpion, a dragon and a reaper. Those paths prepared me for this rifle and this cloak," he indicated his chameleoline cloak, "and I'm glad to be away from those dead memories."
    Nalia cocked her head, the gesture stating "curious..." She cleared her throat, "So Karick, what brought you to... well, what's left of this exodite world?"
            "I had friends, rangers I had met after I took leave of the craftworld, holed up here. I told them about a cultural paradigm shift back home that they happened to agree with. They were trying to foster, if not good will with Altasar, at least a recognition of what we'd been through and why we should be heard."
            "Paradigm shift?" asked Nalia.
            "Nothing is exempt from chaos's touch."
    Nalia whistled, "Bet that pissed some people off," she made a gesture, slamming the back of her hand into the palm of her other, peppering the word 'pissed' with references of brutal warfare.
            "Biel-tan want to blow us up, but Maugan Ra, the craftworld Alaitoc and at least a dozen exodite worlds would take exception to that."
    Nalia nodded, "Your friends?"
            "Dead."
    Nalia looked away, feeling bad for asking.
            "What about you?"
    Nalia chuckled, "Me? I'm a mechanic, a wrench wielding mon-keigh!"
    Karick raised an eyebrow, "shouldn't that be a bonesinger's role?"
            "Yme-Loc worships Vaul, everyone is a tradesman, everyone is an artisan, hence why I'm not as pale as you. I never learned to be a bonesinger so I make do with small repairs. I've got some wraithbone psychokinetic training, mostly I deal in fixing the engines of these things when they shit themselves," There was an implication that breakdowns were common, "Il-Kaithe only just started recently training other receptive craftworlds how to bonesing in battle, so I'm stuck doing maintenance duty as a guardian. I'm actually kind of glad we wound up here in the savannah where you saw us. Who the hell thinks tearing this thing through dense forest and overloading its star engines is a good idea anyway?" There was sadness, a defiant gesture cursing the pilot and a note of melancholy for the fact that she was the sole survivor.
    Karick leant forward, eager to keep both of their minds off the dead, "You were about to tell me about things that went boom?"
            "Well, this falcon was one of them!"
    They both laughed at the rather weak joke.
            "So, how long do you think we're going to expect rescue?" said Karick.
            "The beacon I shot off was directed to the foothold we had back at the webway gate. Honestly, they should be here by now. Give it a few hours, the Harlequins did warn us that the Damned were fucking around in there," she made her distain for Commorragh obvious, "If I'm stranded because of those sadistic fucks, I swear to Khaine I'm going to 'accidently' melta-bomb the next ship they send to trade with us."
    Karick gave a hollow laugh, "You trade with them? We just blow them out of the sky!"
            "You're also a relic of a bygone era," Nalia said playfully, "Point is, it's going to be a while."
            "It's going to be boring," sighed Karick.
    Nalia kicked at Karick's feet, "I dunno, I like the company. Fed me and watered me. Hell, short of bathing me..."
            "I'm not your parent," Karick scoffed.
            "Geez, no wonder you're on the outcast path, how socially maladjusted are you!?" Nalia pouted.
            "What's that supposed to mean?"
    Nalia sighed and rocked to her feet, using her built up momentum to spring forward, thrusting her arms forward to stop herself from slamming into Karick.
            "I've only been flirting with you the past hour or so we've known each other. I've had a near enough brush with death that I'd like to fuck the stress away before we encounter yet more Necrons in these parts."
            "You're... uhh, forward..."
            "And you're a fucking retard," Nalia jabbed playfully, "Now get your gods damned armour off..." Nalia started poking and prodding Karick to try and find the release latches on his equipment.
    Karick pushed her off, "alright, alright..." he smiled, liking the idea of an 'encounter' with Nalia more and more, "just give me a moment..."
    Karick turned away from her, carefully pulling each piece of his warsuit off, one at a time.
    By the time he was completely naked, he turned to Nalia, who was standing with feet shoulder width apart and hands on hips, chest thrust forward to emphasise her voluptuous form.
            "Took your sweet time!"
    She pounced on Karick, the act making him stumble onto his arse onto one of the falcon's seats.
    She liked the idea of this position and immediately mounted him, licking her palm to get some moistness going. She stroked him off to spread her spit around, to help with any initial discomfort. She was quite happy with her 'prey' all told, seven inches was an admirable length regardless of species. It helped that he was nowhere near as effeminate as many of the men she knew from home, sculpted abs and pecs that seemed carved from marble.
    Karick however was just enjoying the view, Nalia was lithe, but there was some obvious muscle mass there, however it wasn't too extreme and her breasts were large enough to suffocate a man.

    As Nalia stroked the hardening shaft, she grinned at the ranger,
            "So, what was the most exotic fuck you've ever had?"
            "That's... a tough one."
            "Come on..." her stroking intensified, more pressure was placed on the head and Nalia gave a little lick of the lips, "You're a ranger, wandering the cosmos, I've heard dirty, dirty stories about the willingness of mon-keigh, and about what the Tau are willing to do for their 'greater good'?" she slipped a couple fingers into her pussy, which was growing wetter with every dirty though, "are there lady orks? stranger creatures still? what tales can you regale me?"
            "You don't want me to answer that question about the orks... but I've seen some things with the Mon-keigh. They fetishise everything and anything, even us I've noticed. How dirty do you want me to tell it?"
    Nalia slipped onto Karick's shaft, slowly lowering herself as it pushed deeper inside of her. She gave a shuddering gasp as she slid to his cock's base. From there she started grinding, angling his cock against her g-spot as much as she could manage, from there she started massaging her own tits.
            "Give me the sickest, most fucked up thing you've got!"
            "You don't want that, that's getting into her domain," he started thrusting gently with the rhythm that Nalia was setting, "I've read fictions of theirs, and lesbians were just the beginning, tales where maidens were fucked in every hole by gangs of orks, where young girls were raped by tyranids with penile tenticles, stories of their sister of battle touching boys too young to even consider breeding, bestiality, incest... perversions that a craftworld would shelter you from out of fear..."
    Her thrusting increased in tempo as she planted his hands onto her breasts, urging him to massage them instead. She gave up grinding and was bouncing off his thrusts, opening up for him to fuck her properly. She had one arm draped around his neck and one hand massaging her clit.
            "Penile tenticles... that's new..." she said in breathy tones as she reached down next to Karick's sitting place where she left one of her tools. She twirled it around so that it rounded handle was in a comfortable position and then pushed into her mouth, her tongue whipping back and forth along the object for maximum spit. When satisfied with the lubrication, she reached down and gently pushed it into her anus, this time letting out a shuddering yelp. Clenching the tool tightly, she started thrusting with it in one hand and continuing to play with her clit in the other.
            "Keep going!" she urged Karick, who had paused his massaging, "Tell me more, of everything!"
            "If you like it in all holes, imagine now a massive, throbbing mechanical tentacle writing with you instead of that tool, or how about a giant ork cock in your mouth, issuing torrents of cum!" Karick picked up the pace, worried that he wasn't going to make it, the thought of all the perversions that Nalia seemed interested in was getting the better of him.
            "How much cum?" Nalia was barely capable of asking through heaving breaths.
            "Enough that you can't swallow, enough that it oozes down your chin on onto your tits. Imagine a human woman lapping up every last drop..."
    Nalia shuddered, cooing with the though, her pace across the board increased, her pussy tightening around Karick's shaft as her breaths got more and more uneven.
            "Now imagine her eating out the cum from your pussy."
    Nalia looked long into his eyes, chewing her bottom lip to gain some semblance of self-control, but to no avail, she arched back, screaming so loud that the echo in the tank hurt Karick's ears, her pussy siezed so tight that it threatened to cut off circulation to the throbbing member, before it relaxed just as quickly. Karick himself lost it to the tightening pussy, unleashing his load and pumping it as deep as he could inside Nalia.
    Nalia kept bouncing off his thighs and playing with the tool until every shred of orgasmic sensation passed, where she collapsed on top of him.
            "You know what?" she breathed.
            "Hrmm?" asked Karick.
            "Take me with you, I want to fuck everything!"

                                            ***

    Weeks later, Nalia met with Karick, proud as can be with her new ranger outfit. They kissed briefly before wandering one of the webway paths.
            "Life's too short..." said Nalia with a smile.
            "Why do you say that?" asked Karick.
            "Well... thought you might be interested, but I come bearing child. It's early days, so there's still risks of it not working and not going full term, but I've been assured by one of the seers that it'll be a girl. She's yours by the way..."
    Karick smiled, "got a name for her?"
            "I was thinking a mon-keigh name actually... considering the nature of our travels. Penny springs to mind."
            "You sure you want to go on this grand trip to fuck the universe with a little girl in tow?"
            "Not particularly. With luck, the years might pass quickly enough that she'll ask to join in."
    Karick gave a confused look, to which Nalia shrugged, "What? You're the one who raised the incest..."