Cuddles

Guardsman Tolim, Private first class, struggled to maintain his grip upon the stack of dataslates clutched in his arms as he hurried through the starship corridors, cursing his luck with every step. The Imperial assault forces on the ground had recently over-run a heretic position and raided a stack of corrupted meme-circuits, downloading their contents for further study. They’d been shipped back to the Cruiser ‘Right of Conquest’ and, just his luck, drawn the short straw to lug the information to one of the Psykers kept aboard the venerable old warship. Hopefully, her warp-touched brain would be able to make some sense of the filthy data. It’d already driven three Adepts insane and caused a dozen autoscribe servitors to fuse their cortexes rather than decode the information within.

Craning his head around the tottering stack, he glanced at the crudely sketched map of the Conquest’s interior passageways, trying to get his bearings. He turned a left, then a right, his footsteps echoing from the ever-more deserted corridors. The Psykers, along with the other odds-and-ends associated with the lady Commissar who apparently kept them in check, had been barracked right down in the bowels of the ship. For their own protection, Tolim had heard someone say, but it seemed far more likely it was simply to keep them from unnerving the rest of the crew. Sighing, he rechecked his map and shuffled a few more doors along. It was a blank steel oblong, lacking any signs of a handle or lock.

Lowering the stack of slates to the floor, Tolim brushed his fingers along the metal surface, giving it a slight nudge. The door shifted a little, confirming his suspicions; even if there was a way to lock it, the door was unlocked. Why, he didn’t know; allowing a psyker run of the ship seemed a dubious idea to him. For a moment, Tolim lingered, listening carefully. The thrum of the ship’s engines, droning and ever-present, was slightly quieter down here. He thought he could hear something else. Harsh, hissing noises, like rapid breaths. Dropping a hand to his sidearm, she scanned along the wire-strewn ceiling, mumbling a quiet prayer that a Hullghast hadn’t crawled up from the sealed decks. After a few seconds, he carefully gathered the tainted slates and pushed the door open.

He’d expected to see a battered, downtrodden man, hunched under the weight of the bionics often drilled into the skulls of apparently psychic individuals. Perhaps hunched over a shrine or a prayer-book, whispering words to appease the Emperor who had blighted him with the mutation of witchcraft.

What he hadn’t expected was nearly eight feet of lanky void-born mutant, laying sprawled across a low cot-bed that was almost comically small, one hand gently rubbing a patch between her long, slim legs.

For a few tense seconds, she didn’t seem to realise he was there. Tolim stared, his mind suddenly caught blank and jaw hanging agape. The breathing he’d heard earlier was her own, hissing in and out of the unnaturally large, fanged grin that dominated the lower half of her face.

Then at once, two things happened almost at once. The psyker finally realised he was there and, with a gurgled cry of surprise muffled by her jutting dagger-teeth, leapt off the cot as if she had been electrocuted. Tolim, for his part, dropped the dataslates in panic and slammed the door closed behind him. The slates clattered around his feet as he rested his back on the metal slab, unsure of what exactly he should be looking at now that the psyker realised he was there. Eventually, he settled for staring dumbly at his feet. “I, I, uh, I’m sorry, ma’am.” Tolim stammered, stumbling over his words. “If I’d know, uh, I’d have, uh, waited, but...but there were…these things…” He gestured pathetically at the scattered dataslates, trailing off into silence.

Tolim heard footsteps and looked up to see the psyker gliding over to him. She moved with a lethal, predatory grace, calm and confident, apparently having recovered flawlessly from her interruption. Tolim realised he was staring out the corner of his eye at the roundness of her bust, the way her still-hard nipples jutted out under the dark blue bodyglove she wore.

Silently, she kneeled and brushed a hand over the closest slate, before withdrawing.

“It-t isis TAINted. Da-ark powerssss inFEST it.”

The words slipped into Tolim’s mind, broken and fragmented, echoing as if people were speaking at him from multiple angles at once. He shivered. The feeling wasn’t unpleasant, but it was…odd.

“Yea.” Tolim said, trying to recover his own wits. “Yea, uh, command wanted it brought down. They, they thing you could do…I dunno, something with it. Read what’s on there without your brains leaking out your years.”

“Ne-eed timE, but-t-t POSsible. In a-a WHilE. Have BUISness first.”

Tolim realised her pale, albino skin was still flushed around the cheeks, where the clicking, whirring bionics that replaced her eyes had been implanted into her head. “Business?” He questioned, before realisation hit him. He’d interrupted her, and she wished to finish her masturbation before getting to work. “Oh, uh, okay. I’ll make myself scarce then.” Tolim mumbled, turning away. Only to be halted as he felt a strong grip on his shoulder. Holding his breath, suddenly fearful, Tolim felt his skin crawling as she turned him around and stared down at him. Her expression was impossible to read, and Tolim had the disturbing feeling that she wasn’t looking at him, but rather, through him.

“Y-yoU do-do-not finD ME rep-P-pellent.”

It was a statement of fact, not a question, and Tolim knew she was right. He’d been trying to stop himself ogling her ever since he entered. The bodygove left little to the imagination. Even her mutations, normally a monstrous aberration, had a sort of wonderful symmetry to them. She was a work of art, Tolim realised suddenly. Flawed, abstract perhaps. But a work of art nonetheless. The thought apparently seemed to find it’s way into the psyker’s mind at the same time as she took a step closer to him, placing a hand on his cheek and running it gently down his face, bony fingers rasping on his stubble and caressing the line of his chin.

“BEEn a-a loNG t-ti-ime for-for ME.”

“Couldn’t think why.” Tolim replied, laughing nervously. After a moment, her chest started to shake gently, a rasping, almost choking noise coming up from her throat. Worried for a second, Tolim realised she was laughing along with him.

“Fun-funny. I am JonQUIL. Mo-ost peo-PLE call ME Cu-cu-CUDdles.”

She drew closer, her arms slipping down around his torso. Cuddles’ body pressed against his own, and Tolim could feel the urgent heat of her thin form. They lingered for a moment, as if giving each other long last chance to chance to change their minds and send the other away, before Cuddles gently took Tolim’s hand and led him over to the bed.

Cuddles sat down upon it and reached behind her back, her thin fingers gasping the zipper concealed there and gently tugging it down. Tolim moved to sit beside her, slipping his own hand in under hers and letting his fingers slide down her back as she began to undress. Leaning forwards one the zipper had reached the small of her back, Cuddles shrugged her shoulders, letting the bodyglove slip free to hang loosely, tantalisingly, from her body. Tolim reached out with shaking fingers and helped peel it free as Cuddles shook her head, her snow-white hair flying this way and that. As her arms pulled out of the sleeves, she wrapped them around Tolim’s body and pulled him close, hugging him tightly. She couldn’t kiss; her ever-static leer had no lips, and her jaw couldn’t move more than an inch open. It was somewhat ironic, then, that cuddling was the most intimate gesture she was capable of.

Tolim, however, had no such limitations. He kissed her neck eagerly, gently biting the skin as one of his hands found her way to her breast to knead the hot, soft flesh. Cuddles moaned deep in her throat, the noise husky with desperate longing as he moved to her nipple, teasing and plucking the hard nub of flesh with his fingers. She was almost disappointed when it left, creeping downwards along her flat, smooth stomach to linger tantalisingly at the top of her smooth, hairless mons.

She reached out, fumbling desperately with the buttons of his fatigues. Several of the buttons popped off at her sharp tugs and she quickly undid the others, nearly ripping his shirt off. His chest was smooth, muscled and nearly hairless, and she caressed it gleefully, running her long fingers up and down over the tense, taught muscle. Moving up to grab his shoulders, Cuddles pulled him sideways, rolling Tolim onto his back and climbing atop to straddle him. She writhed and struggled, clawing the bodyglove bunched around her hips down to her ankles before finally kicking it free. Naked, she seemed to tower over Tolim like a great albino spider, savouring his half-undressed body and trying to decide were to start. Crawling backwards a little, she unzipped his trousers and yanked them down along with his underwear, finally allowing his erection to spring free. It stood bolt upright, just over six and a half inches long and as hard as rockcrete.

Cuddles grasped Tolim’s organ, running her hand up and down its length and eliciting a quiet whimper from her partner. She walked two of her fingers up its shaft, curling and circled around the head, before drawing a single fingernail back down the throbbing cock. Slipping and hand further downwards, Cuddles slipped her fingers into the moisture gathering between her legs and rubbing herself gently, ensuring her hand was wet and sticky with her dew. Pulling her hand back, she brought it up to Tolim’s mouth and rubbed her fingers together, allowing the man to crane his neck upwards and suck two of her fingers, tasting her juices before she reached down and wrapped her sticky fingers around his length.

“Oh, God-Emperor,” Tolim gasped as Cuddles went to work, gently pumping her hand up and down. His cock felt unbearably, almost painfully hard as she teased him, using her slippery fluids like oil, allowing her fingers to glide up over his throbbing flesh like the softest silk imaginable. “Throne of Terra, that’s…oh, that’s wonderful…” Her hand engulfed his head, swirling around and ticking the underside of his cock. A few drops of precum oozed from the tip, mingling in with Cuddles’ own liquids. And then, suddenly, it was gone; he looked down in sudden confusion, only to find her perched back atop him, her wonderful, beautiful face a few inches away from his own. His cock rested against the pulsing heat of her entrance.

The two lovers hung there for a moment, savouring the anticipation of union, before Cuddles, for the first time since they began their foreplay, spoke to him. Only a few words, but even despite the fragmentary mindspeech, managed to convey a weight of lustful, desperate emotion.

“F-f-FUCK. M-e-eee.”

And he did. Reaching up, Tolim curled his arms around her and gently pulled her down onto him, moaning softly as his shaft slowly vanished into her hot, moist depths. Cuddles gave voice to a deep sigh as she felt him steadily filling her up inside. She paused, resting her forehead against his own, her arms either side of his head and clutching the bed sheets into tough handfuls before beginning to rock forwards, sliding back and forth upon her partner’s length. Each thrust seemed to fill her perfectly, rubbing and ticking her innermost places. Tolim matched her rocking, beginning to thrust into her as she moved, gently at first but picking up speed as they found each other’s rhythm. He shifted one hand down to her breast and pulled himself up, taking her nipple into his mouth and biting down gently, playing with it between her teeth. Cuddles moaned, a low, almost primal noise of sheer unadulterated pleasure as her back arced, pushing her bust even closer as Tolim continued to move deeply within her.

Already, Tolim could feel his orgasm beginning to rise. Cuddles had reared up, stretching her arms to the ceiling and leaning backwards to let him take in every inch of her long, lanky body. Her hair, long, thick and white, starting to matt with sweat, hung around her shoulders and breasts and clung to her body like freshly lain snow. Lines of sweat traced her body, gathering on her breasts and tricking down her stomach as she pushed herself down deeper onto his length, her body hips rotating and grinding upon his organ. Cuddles’ skin was starting to flush, her pale flesh tinging salmon-pink as her own climax started to build.

“Cuddles, I, I’m starting to, to,” Tolim started to say between gasps, struggling to get the words out and control his own rapidly approaching climas.

“M-meee-e..m-EE too.”

“Together?”

She nodded wordlessly, grabbing Tolims hands and pulling him upright so they could sit curled together, Cuddles twisting and writing upon Tolim’s cock even as his final thrusts began to steadily grow faster and faster, her silk-smooth inner walls pulsing with wet heat.

Cuddles pulled him as closely tight as she could, the height difference meaning Tolim’s face was pushed deeply into Cuddles’ breasts as she lay her head on his shoulder, digging her fingers into his back as he slowly, almost torturously slowly, tipped her over the edge and into her orgasm. She came with a final muffled howl of joyous release, jerking backwards and clawing at Tolim’s back as she writhed in the throws of orgasm. Her whole body, denied anything but her own fingers for so very, very long shook and quivered with the explosive wave of sensation flooding through it. Tolim came a moment later with one final thrust, pushing up as deep into her depths as she could. He came almost silently, gasping into Cuddles’ chest as he shot rope after rope of hot, sticky cum deep into her.

The two of them were silent for a few long moments, still joined at the hip, hugging each other close and quietly revelling in the sudden stillness that had come over them. They felt something deep and personal; a ‘pure’ human and a mutant, a witch even, having come together. Even if just for a few short hours, alone amidst the grinding horror of war and mindless persecution that was slowly drowning the galaxy, and together shared something special.

--3 months later.

“You did well, Jonquil.” Raege said. The Commissar stood next to the Psyker at one of the viewing ports studding the Conquest’s bulk, gazing down at the subjugated planet below them. “That data you translated. It had pretty much everything we needed. Troop dispositions, armaments, everything. Might have been the key that cracked this nest of heathens for good.”

Cuddles was silent still, staring downwards. Tolim had been shipped out with the rest of his regiment to take part in one of the final assaults upon the Chaos-held strongpoint. Eventually, Raege reached over, handing her a sheath of papers. “That’s the reports on the Trooper you requested.” She said. Raege didn’t linger upon why, exactly, Cuddles had wanted the after-action reports.

Leafing through the papers as Raege departed, Cuddles found the most recent stamped report. Her bionics scanned down the, checking desperately. Over 70% of the regiment had been destroyed during the attack, and though part of her knew it was pointless, Cuddles knew she had to know.

But it didn’t soften the blow when, at the bottom of the page, she saw the words “Trooper Tolim Canth, KIA.” printed in stark, black letters.

~Fin