In Depth Negotiations: Secrets of the Red Witch

In Depth Negotiations: Secrets of the Red Witch
Tags: Kasrkin bodyguard(m) x young eldar vendor(f), Kasrkin bodyguard(m) x young eldar vendor(f) x Farseer(f), REALLY lots of text, oral:male, oral:female, vaginal, vanilla, earplay,  deep penetration, breastplay, anal, light exibithion/voyeurism, mind linking.

Me'risu stood next to node of Alaitoc's Infinity Circuit. Her hand rested on the panel of the node, her eyes were closed, and only a slow, deep breath dispelled the illusion of absolute stillness. Next to her stood Isa, her red robe abundantly decorated with runes and shining jewels contrasted with the more quiet dark blue toned robes of her disciple. Unlike Me'risu, Isa's eyes were open and glowed with a bluish psychic energy.

Both Eldar were immersed in the Infinity Circuit of the Craftworld, in its interweaving of fates and minds, bewitched by its indescribable beauty and complexity. It was a place where being ceased to exist, and where one could see how from a single decision taken waves had passed through the skein, as from a stone thrown into water, every moment making it even more ornate and ramified. As before, Isa supported her disciple and prompted her way, delicately guiding the curiosity of her young ward in due course.

But soon Me'risu interrupted her communication with the node in the Infinity Circuit's nexus. The glow of Isa's eyes disappeared when she returned to her body after her young student, and the mentor looked at young Eldar, feeling her nervousness, ongoing throughout the cycle.

"Me'risu, calm down. Is the message from Autarch Kayleth that exciting to you?" Seeing as the eyes of a young Eldar widened and she had opened her mouth to ask a question, Isa lifted her hand to ferestall it and smiled warmly. "I also received an invitation from her, although I'm not too sure why my presence is necessary. Moreover, I would not want to see humans." The last words were spoken with a hint of distaste in her voice. After a pause, Isa continued in her usual calm tone. "So why has this so excited you, child?"

In response to this Me'risu clasped her hands together and shyly looked away, not daring to say what she had in mind. Seeing this, Isa continued to press her inquiries further.

"Tell me what you think, child. Why are you so worried?"

"Can not you know it? You're the Seer."

"Yes, I am the Seer. I can foresee events, but not the motives - the will of a living creature is a delicate thing, it is difficult to detect. The thought of living things change every moment, and following them to identify the causes is rather difficult. So I ask you to tell me this. Everything that you say will remain between us."

"I'm ... unsure of the correctness of what I am doing. I think that I have changed my path far earlier than I ought to.

"Not all at once understand which Path they want to choose. I see what you're trying to analyze your past to understand the future. This is a good sign. But then the question is this: if you're not sure that you want to change your path, then tell me - what ties you to it?"

Me'risu's confusion intensified, and she went a little quieter. "I found... someone important to me. And I'm afraid that if I change my Path we will never see each other again."

"Put that thought from your mind." Isa said softly, but with more steel in her voice than she'd ever used before, "Even if you should lose yourself on your Path in an effort to keep change at bay, it would not constrain your fellow or the rest of the universe. The more you'll try to keep things from changing, the less you'll succeed!"

"I... cannot..." Me'risu answered after a moment, "The future... frightens me."

"And so you wish to be able to see it, so the fear would leave you." Isa nodded, and Me'risu loked down, mortified. It was indeed part of the reason the Path of the Seer appealed to her. "I will not chastise you for this," her mentor continued in her soft voice, "for there is none amongst us who could truthfully say it wasn't one of the reasons they started on the Path of the Seer. But I will say you these words of warning: the fear never leaves!"

"What do you mean?" Me'risu asked, puzzled.

"First, you will be afraid that your visions are incorrect rather than being blind," the Seer answered softly, "then that you cannot act to steer the future as you would require even if your vision is true..." she then hesitated for a long moment, before eventually adding in an almost inaudible voice, "and then you'll eventually fear to act when you'll be able to see all the implications of your actions."

"I... do not follow..."

"No, you wouldn't!" Isa smiled sadly. "You're barely taking your first steps on a Path and I'm speaking of what lies at its end. Just remember: do not seek to keep things unchanging." She then sat up and straightened, and made to leave. "Enough for today. Your mind is in too much turmoil right now. Go home, rest, and try to make peace with your current situation."

Sighing, Me'risu said goodbye to her mentor and returned on cloudskiff back to her apartments. Approaching her bed, she lay down and tried to calm down, eyes closed, breathing slowly.

But her heart refused to listen to her, time after time her heartbeat accelerated, and for her came back the thought that in the next cycle, she will once again ascend aboard the ship of the trade delegation that after three cycles will meet the human Rogue Trader, and therefore James. Thoughts of when she would see her lover again warmed her soul, forcing Me'risu to close her eyes and smile. She ran her thin fingers on the soulstone that rested in a necklace around her neck and she felt the sparkling stone exuding a gentle heat, reacting to her emotions.

Despite the fact that her mentor said that she should let the matter go for the moment, Me'risu could not do it. Or more precisely, she didn't want to do it. When her heart finally calmed down, she fell asleep with a slight smile on his lips. Me'risu knew that she and James were separated by only three cycles.

*****

"Mr. Benson!" a voice called out clearly as James entered the junior officer's mess on the Chosen of Fortune. "Would you care for a hand of Black Five?"

"That I would, Mr. Verrans!" James answered as he approached the trio of junior officers currently playing. Normally, James' position as chief bodyguard to Lord Trask would allow him access to the officer's mess, but having been a Sergeant in the Guard, he always felt out of place amongst the top brass and preferred the company of the Petty Officers, Senior Midshipmen, Master Armsmen and Sub-Lieutenants to that of the full officers proper. They were simply less of a pain to deal with on a day-to-day basis.

"What are we celebrating?" James asked as he dropped in a chair after a perfunctory greeting to the trio. Verrans, one of the career Armsmen on the ship, was a man he called a friend; the voidborn and the Cadian becoming fast friends despite (or perhaps because) of their quite different but at the same time similar military careers. The two other men he only knew from sight and the occasional game of cards (and scuffle).

"Another successful run." one of the two men, a junior bridge officer, answered in a soft, cultured voice. "Lord Trask is a genius; his dealings with the Eldar will bring us riches to make any dynasty jealous."

"I'll drink to that." James said, raising a shot glass, "To success." before downing the drink. the last man then shuffled the deck and dealt each man five cards. Privately, James grinned to himself: another advantage of frequenting the junior officers was that they were much more restrained when playing than the top brass. Amadeus and his officers would gamble fortunes when playing, from riches to first pick amongst the women, from better billets to astronomical sums of money. Here, the junior officers would bet for who'd pay the evening's tab, or maybe an occasional trinket or valuable memento; much more affordable, just like back amongst the NCO's at home.

James examined his first hand. Three black cards, not to good, but salvageable. Black Five was a rather simple game. In turn, each player would deal five cards; with the round ending when everyone had dealt once. Each black card in the player's hands had a value of one, and the goal was to end up with the least value at the end of the hand. The one with the least value would win one point, the one with the most value would lose one. However, if someone managed to claim all the black cards in the hand, he would then win as much points as there were players beside himself, and each other player would lose one. This was called "pulling a Black Five", and was almost a sure way to win the round. Or in their case not to lose it, for it would be the one with the worst score paying for the next drinks rather than the one with the best score winning the round's bets.

"You seem distracted, Mr. Merrill." Verrans asked of the bridge officer after he lost the two first rounds. "Something on your mind?"

"I must confess that, yes, something is on my mind." the young man whispered. "Far from me to disparage or doubt Lord Trask, but the Eldar... creep me out. I was on the bridge, on duty at the Sensorium at our last meeting... They could have destroyed us before we even knew they were there. Like ghosts."

"I get what you mean." the fourth man interjected. "They are xenos. Dangerous xenos, not to be trusted."

"Are they really that dangerous, Mr. Benson?" Verrans asked as he dealt a new hand, a hint of awe and envy detectable in his voice, "You who actually saw them up close?"

"If I never had to see another again, it'd be too soon." James lied. While it was true of the Autarch he would gladly see Me'risu again, but that was something he'd better kept firmly to himself. He then described the battle between Kayleth and the Ork leader, insisting on how she took it apiece at close quarters.

"Surely you jest?" Merill asked in a tiny voice, "Beheading a nine feet tall behemoth?"

"No!" James said, his voice grim. If anything he was underselling her performance. "The one I'm speaking about is one of their leader breed, an exceptional warrior even amongst the xenos; but she litterally took that monster apart, as easily as an adult would a child of six."

"And that's the one Lord Trask is negotiating with?" Verrans asked, awed.

"Yes and no." James explained a bit evasively, "She oversees the proceedings, but the trading is done with other representants." He'd never understood why the Autarch was supervising the trade discussions in person, save for the fact she had a hand in organizing the defenses of Eyleniliesh. (And he much less suspected the real reason behind her presence.)

"And that is the one you'll face if they turn treacherous..." the third man interjected. "I envy your courage, Mr. Benson, but not your task."

"I would not fancy my chances, no." James answered, injecting a bit of levity in his voice as he picked up the cards to deal, "I trust Lord Trask. The man can smell a deal lightyears away, and he has managed to secure their collaboration. I do not think they will turn treacherous anymore, not with our men down on their planet helping their people finish the orks off and with the delivery of what Lord Trask promised."

"Aye!" the three men agreed, raising their glasses, "To Lord Trask!"

"To Lord Trask!" James toasted.

After drinking, James paused for a moment, lost in thoughts, and seeing this, the bridge junior officer addressed him.

"What is wrong, Mr. Benson?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing. I merely just remembered that we're going to meet again with the Eldar. With... her!" - James answered.

"Are you afraid?" - Verrans teased him with a grin, clearly believing he was referring to Autarch Kayleth.

"Still concerned about the safety of Lord Trask. You never know!" - Benson parried with a smile, reinforcing the illusion. But in truth, his slight excitement was not only caused by the prospect of the next meeting with the Autarch. Instead, in his mind it was the smiling face of Me'risu and memories of her that came up, at the same time warming his soul and fettering his heart in an icy grip.

Getting up from the table, James thanked the junior officers for the game and their good company, and left the mess. Tormented by thoughts and doubts, he walked through the lighted corridors of the ship toward his cabin. His actions were pressing on his conscience, every time eager to remind him that he had sinned before the all-seeing eye of God-Emperor each time he tought about Me'risu. And on top of that, his more practical mind couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if anyone found out about his "adventures" on the Eldar ship, and each time fear creeped into his heart.

After going for evening prayers in the shrine to the God-Emperor, the Cadian felt like he'd never felt before. A liar. Even worse. A traitor. He was trying to atone for his sins, but when he came out of the temple he was visited by a thought that made him shudder.

James realized that he did not repent his deeds. As images of Me'risu popped up before his eyes over and over again, he realized he would make the very same choice again given the chance. As he finally accepted this, he felt that he no longer clenched his fists from tension, his breathing becoming calm and even. In his heart he could feel warmth and tranquility, and James knew that he wanted to see her again.




A couple of weeks later, the Chosen of Fortune arrived at the agreed rendezvous point, and James was once more called upon to perform his duty as bodyguard. Retreating to his cabin, he tried to order his thoughts, but found it almost impossible to do so, so nervous he was. Luckily, everyone on board seemed to have bought his playacting of being uneasy at going onboard a xenos starship and having to deal with Kay'leth again. But in truth, he was nervous about seeing Me'risu again. He no longer doubted himself, but still, if the slightest hint of his actions onboard that Eldar ship became known he was in for at the very best a swift execution. Not even his lord and master Amadeus Trask would be protected from fallout if he dared go so far as dally with a xenos. And if the Rogue Trader wasn't allowed to despite the liberties allowed by his Charter; his subordinates certainly weren't.

Sighing, he considered his options. The worst part was that he wasn't even certain he was up to getting into the same room as the young vendor and playact like nothing had ever happened between them before a bunch of humans; much less so before Eldar. He remembered very well how Me'risu had recoiled from him when he'd told her of Cadia burning, how she'd picked up on his anger and hatred. She had hinted that all Eldar could do so, and he was concerned about them picking things up as well.

In the end, it was Kayleth, of all people, who inspired a solution to his problem. Remembering that the Autarch always showed up in full body armor, he pulled out his old Kasrkin armor and donned it. If nothing else, it would mask his body language, and with their leader always doing the same, the Eldar wouldn't mind... probably. Hopefully. He even considered putting on his face mask, but that would probably be just rude. If worst came to worst, he could always focus on the HUD inside his visor. And if his employer grumbled about his attire, he'd just play the part of the worried bodyguard.

Luckily for him, Lord Trask didn't do much beyond grumbling half-heartedly at his sight, nor did the two ubiquitous Eldar Guardians refuse him entrance to their ship in his heavier gear. He made a show of attempting to protest when they barred the way to the rest of the escort, but secretly he was relieved. Having to accompany Lord Trask alone would make it a lot easier for to be concerned about his safety, and not think about a certain eerily beatiful Eldar woman...

Shaking his head and banishing his thoughts to the very back of his mind, he followed his employer inside the usual conference room and scanned the small crowd. He immediately recognized Me'risu, and his heart missed a beat, but he forced himself to ignore her and pay attention to all present. He recognized most of the faces, having seen most of the Eldar party already. The only new face was an Eldar woman dressed in an intricately decorated red robe that merely nodded at him (or rather at Amadeus Trask) before sitting down again.

"Greetings, James of house Trask." he heard a soft voice next to him, and he almost lost his cool. Being this close in the flesh to the woman he was seeing every night in his dreams was almost physically painful.

"Greetings, Lady Me'risu." he answered, straightening at attention and lightly clanging his fist on his breastplate. He didn't dare rise his visor, lest everyone could see his disconfort, but he saw the corner of her mouth twitch upwards briefly before turning away from him again, calm and composed. James wished he could do it as easily as her.

None of the present Eldar had reacted to his unease, so at least it seemed his idea of wearing his body armor helped. Safely hidden behind the visor of his helmet, he resumed looking around for potential threats, doing his very best not to look at Me'risu. Uncharacteristically, he was actually regretting the absence of the Autarch, she would have helped wonders focusing his attention.

The negotiations were held as usual, boring verbal jousts between Trask and Me'risu, and James started to think that he had put on himself too much equipment and armor for no real reason after all, but suddenly he felt something like a weak shot in the head. Trying not to do sharp movements, he touched part of his neck that wasn't protected by his helmet and ran his hand. Naturally, his fingers did not feel anything unusual. Reassured, he again allowed himself to relax a bit, until he felt that uneasy feeling again. As if sensing his nervousness, the Rogue Trader gave him a sidelong glance, and James pretended that he was merely flexing his stiff neck, but his eyes slid over the faces of those who were in the hall.

As the negotiations proceeded, James became more and more alert and uneasy, the strange feeling not leaving him and his warrior's sixth sence warning him of a potential threat. Remaining immobile, he paid careful attention to what was happening. The discussions were the same as usual, Lord Trask having given up on trying to speak the Eldar language and discussing with Me'risu in Gothic, with the other traders only occasionally interjecting a few words in sing-songy Eldar. He remembered Me'risu mentioning this was due to them being wary of Amadeus Trask, although they had 'warmed' to him a tiny little, one or two deigning to speak in Gothic at times even if they adressed Me'risu.

This was nothing new, so James middled the discussion out completely (not that he really paid attention in the best of cases, being a soldier and not a negotiator), and discreetly but carefully checked every present Eldar out. None of the traders bore any overt weapon, and the two Guardians were as usual standing like statues at the door, keeping watch over the proceedings like he did. Then his eyes fell on the red-robed Eldar wowan and he shivered. The intensity of her stare could almost burn through his visor, and he knew he'd found the source of his unease.

The red-robed Eldar woman kept looking straight at James, and in that very moment he was ready to swear that for the second time in his life since the age of majority he felt fear. The gaze of the xenos' sapphire eyes just drilled him, reminding him of the piercing look of his old Commissar. But where he could stoically endure the Commissar's gaze, these eyes seemed to penetrated his own mind, causing it to turmoil for a couple of seconds, untill he pulled himself together. The woman did nothing overtly aggressive, and she switched her gaze from Lord Trask to him and back again, so her insistence might simply be curiosity at the two humans, but James wasn't about taking chances. With Eldar being psykers, he knew he could not allow one to read his mind, so he focused hard on his memories of watching Kayleth rampage through the ork ranks and mentally repeated an old mantra from his time in the Guard, a long repeating loop of variations of "Abhor the xenos, Revile the xenos, Purge the xenos."

It seemed to work, for the woman turned her attention to Lord Trask again and ignored him further, but still he couldn't shake the strange impression that woman was a danger, somehow.

*****

Me'risu was pleasantly impressed by how quickly Amadeus Trask had learned her native language. Of course, being only human means that best he could manage was a pretty rough imitation of such a beautiful and melodious language as the Eldar tongue, and his stiff body language was completely off, confusing rather than enhancing his words; but even that made a good impression on her. The result might be poor, but she did appreciate the effort.

The more Me'risu communicated with the Rogue Trader, the more she began to think about the stories of brutality and crudeness of humans as an exaggeration. But every time she felt shame as she recalled how only ten years ago, humans that were led by hatred and thirst for vengeance besieged Alaitoc. Devastated parks and sculptures, felled trees that were hundreds of times older that humans that cut them down, architectural masterpieces lost forever and most importantly - the very inhabitants of her Craftworld, which humans killed and destroyed, wasting lives on both sides in vain for the glory of their dead Emperor-God.

Yet not all humans were the same, and confirmations of that stood right in front of her - Amadeus and James. Several times during the negotiations Me'risu allowed herself to sneak a look at the Cadian, a man that evoked such warm feelings in her soul. She could see how he tried not to look at her, and was certainly nervous under the gaze of her mentor Isa. For a moment, she touched his mind and saw his confusion and doubts but also saw the fact that he was still experiencing warm feelings for her before his thoughts 'closed' once more, hidden under the shell of fanatical hatred for anything non-human he wore as a mask. When the talks ended, Me'risu planned to linger to talk with James while Lady Kayleth talked to Rogue Trader face to face as she usually did.

However, as the discussions came to an end and Kayleth whisked the Rogue Trader away, Isa came to her disciple and mentally told her to follow her. Me'risu silently nodded slightly and followed her mentor, but half-way out of the room she stopped. In an instant, she again touched the mind of James, enclosing in one thought her feelings for him, and a desire that they met on this day again. She paused just long enough that a startled James could see her easy smile, and then followed behind Isa. When both women came abreast, her mentor started a conversation.

"I see that your talents are developing a bit faster than I expected. However, I must warn you - testing your abilities on such primitive minds of as that of humans is not too reasonable."

"Very well, teacher Isa," said Me'risu.

"For you - just Isa, child. Remember that I am not only your mentor, but also your friend "- Isa smiled warmly, turning to his student before continuing - "I also see that you were touching their minds not only from simple curiosity. Tell me - why did you do it? Why try to touch their minds and the threads of their fates in the skein?"

Hearing the last Me'risu stopped, plunged in thoughts. She knew she could not say to Isa that she fell in love with James, but did not want to lie to her mentor and friend. For a moment she wondered about the reason for her desire to touch the mind of James and Amadeus Trask. If in case the Cadian Me'risu was led by her care and desire to ensure that their feelings were not extinguished during the separation, with the Rogue Trader it was different. She wanted to know his secrets and the thoughts he hid behind his mask of friendliness when communicating with her and other Eldar traders. However, his mind was quite reliably protected and she had been unable to get in deeply, merely brushing his surface thoughts. She could feel his eagerness at trading with Alaitoc (but then again, she hadn't needed psychic powers to do so), his enjoyment of being able to speak and barter with her and how he considered their relation fondly, and much to her surprise, the same if not more intense to the Autarch Kayleth as well. Something she'd never have guessed considering how distant (sometimes bordering on rude) she always behaved, wrapped in her need to protect the Craftworld.

Gathering thoughts, Me'risu answered to Isa. "I wanted to know what they had in mind. I thought that I could better negotiate with the Rogue Trader, if I knew what he's desiring and hiding behind his affable facade. It may make my life on the Path of the Trader easier."

"Me'risu, you should not use your psychic powers when it comes to other paths! The teachings of the Paths are not to be mixed, you can not take advantage unlockable by the Path of the Seer in the other Paths until you have mastered it. "Isa intoned in an unexpectedly calm but stern voice . "Even if you think it might help you, you should no longer resort to this; not only is it dangerous, it is unworthy. Remember why the Eldar Path consists of multiple parallel Paths, only crossing at their end?"

"To take a shortcut is to lose one sense of purpose," Me'risu cited, a shiver of dread crawling up her spine "and to lose purpose is the first step to loss of self... The way in which you walk on your Path is just as important as the Path itself, if not more!" Realizing what her mentor meant, Me'risu felt a stab of shame for what she did. She had allowed herself, without really realizing it, to succumb to the temptation of easy ways to achieve the goal, rather than go to it by a long and winding road. She almost broke the very essence of the Paths, their very reason of existence.

Seeing as her disciple lowered her gaze, Isa decided not to be so strict with her, since at least she realized her mistake. "In the end, everybody makes mistakes when they take their first steps, especially on the Path of the Seer." She thought, and smiled for a moment, remembering her younger days before speaking out loud. "I do not reproach you for your small mistake, and I will not punish you. The first steps on a new path are always the most difficult, they force you to seek a balance you neither percieve nor understand. Over time, you'll learn to do so. But, no more of this foolish behavior. I will punish you harshly if you ever do this on purpose again."

"I understand," Me'risu said, bowing low in contrition, "I shall separate my past Paths from my current one from now on." Abusing one's psychic gifts was something her people would not tolerate.

Putting a hand on Me'risu's shoulder, Isa said: "Get back to your cabin and rest - tomorrow when we get back to Alaitoc, I think we can begin to develop your talent in this direction, so that the training will be more difficult than usual. You have taken a step on the Path, even if slightly longer and reckless than I expected."

Me'risu face brightened somewhat at hearing the tentative approval of her mentor for what she only a few moments ago was considering a serious fault. Wishing each other a pleasant evening Me'risu's and Isa entered their respective cabins, which were side by side. Going into her apartment, the young Eldar sat on a small chair, and began to wait for her future guest. She had no doubt that she would meet again with James. She only had to wait a few hours more...

******

At the end of the meeting, while he waited for his employer to come back, the Cadian felt something strange. And at the same time familiar. And when Me'risu's stopped and gave him a smile, the one so familiar to him he saw every night in his dreams, he realized what had happened. She had touched his mind, and in that touch he could feel all the warmth of her feelings for him. This heat was like a beckoning call, and James understood it was a subtle invitation to meet again. He wanted to call after Me'risu, but the presence of that weird red-robed Eldar woman made him hesitate, and the next moment, his Lord-Captain came from the next room and told James they were returning to the ship.

Later that evening, after Amadeus invited Autarch Kayleth on board and apparently decided to give her a tour, James (like anyone else on the working staff) was asked to leave them alone. Back in his cabin, devoured by idleness and fuming at his employer's recklessness sometimes bordering on outright stupidity, the Cadian remembered the mental message from Me'risu.

She had called him to meet again. He wanted it no less than she did.

Ignoring the small voice in his head telling him he was no better than Trask when it came to recklessness, he went out of his cabin in the deserted corridors, quiet save for the distant echo of the mechanisms of the ship, James went to the docking bay on the next deck. Entering the spacious hall where he but one hour ago had been standing with the Lord-Captain, James quietly approached the sealed airlock. Looking around the hall again and making sure that he had not been seen the Cadian opened the door and cautiously stepped inside.
He knew that there was a pict-recorder in the back of the dock and therefore kept his back to it without turning his head despite the fact that he was wearing a helmet. However, when he went to the door of the Eldar ship, he realized he did not know how to open it.

"Damn! I should have tought of that before!" - whispered James, and he lynched himself mentally for such carelessness.

However, as if his thoughts were heard, the next moment the door opened with a quiet hiss. Behind her, dressed in red robes, stood the one for which he had decided sneak back to the ship, even though his master had prohibited it.

"Me'risu, how did you ..." - with his eyes widening in surprise, James started, but the young Eldar interrupted in mid-sentence.

"We'll talk later. Come with me. "- tenderly she took the human's hand and pulled him with her inside the ship. Once inside, James noted that the door was no longer guarded by two usual Eldar Guardians. He wanted to ask this Me'risu, but she put a finger to her lips, as if knowing what he wanted to ask.

Carefully walking through the ship, Benson tried to make as little as possible noise, at least as far as it was possible wearing carapace armor. They passed a few places where corridor overlaps with other passages, including the hall of negotiations, which was now empty. Moving further, they came to the door that James remembered from previous time - the door to Me'risu's cabin.

Going inside and closing the door behind them, Me'risu turned to the Cadian and allowed herself a relaxed smile. Then, looking at still cautious face of James she giggled. In response, James raised an eyebrow in surprise and Me'risu explained. "The look of surprise on your visage looked so funny when I opened the door in front of you."

"Well, you were seemingly hearing my prayers." - James answered with a slight smile, then continued in a more serious tone - "How did you know I was coming? And how were you able to get into my head then, at the end of of negotiations? If I remember correctly, the last time you said that you couldn't read minds."

Despite the calm of his voice, Me'risu could feel that James' mind was in turmoil,  slowly growing in fearful hostility, and so she answered in a soothing tone.

"I did not lie. Before, I really could not. But now I'm getting ready to step on the Path of the Seer. As such I'm still just a disciple, I can't get into the mind of the others. I could send you a simplest message. Just a couple of thoughts, and that almost proved too much."

"Too much?" James was piqued by the cryptic response.

"Isa - my mentor - did not approve of what I have done. I'm still too inexperienced to try to do such things. It was reckless. Risky. Dangerous, to both of us."Me'risu answered, turning her gaze away from James in shame. She felt shame for what he did, because without even realizing it, she could have hurt the one whom she loved so much. "Forgive me. I acted too rashly."

"No, no, do not reproach yourself," James said hastily, taking off his helmet and putting his hand on top of hers. "I know you well enough to realize that you wouldn't try to hurt me." Pausing a moment to regain his composure, he managed to say something he wouldn't have imagined thinking not a few cycles ago: "I love you. And I know you feel the same about me."

Me'risu looked up at the Cadian. He looked at her without the reproach that she had expected, without any of the dogmatic hatred she'd felt emanating from the human ship. James' eyes shone with warmth, acceptance. In response, the young Eldar gently took his hand and stared deep in the violet eyes of the man who loved her.

Shuffling closer, Me'risu clung to James and kissed him. The Cadian immediately pulled his hand out of hers and held her firmly, but gently, remembering that he was still wearing his rather unwieldy and heavy armor as Me'risu ran over his short stubble with the fingertips of her free hand to indulge herself with slightly coarse tingling sensation.

When their lips parted, Me'risu could not think about anything except one thing. She wanted to share intimacy with him again. And she knew that James desired it no less than she was. Me'risu pulled the human behind her into her bedroom, and once near her bed, the young Eldar turned back to him to share a kiss again, this time more passionate. Her lips parted as she deepened the kiss and James felt the soft caress of her writhing tongue worming its way inside his mouth , and the soft caress of her fingers as she resumed gently touching his face. James did the only thing he could do in response. He closed his eyes and pressed her head towards his a bit stronger, while his other hand went down the silky fabric of her clothes on her back and stopped at her waist, to pull her close. In response to his touch Me'risu began to moan barely audible into his mouth.

Desire grew inside Me'risu and soon she broke their kiss and frantically began trying to remove the armor from James for it offended her and she wanted to touch him, and not the cold, hard plastek contraption. After remaining a moment stunned by her swiftness, James decided to help her and unstrapped his heavy gear, unsure if she could manage removing the heavy armor plates and breastplate on her own.

After the armor was removed and the Cadian was down to his shirt and pants, Me'risu pulled back from him and slowly began to take off her dress, allowing the human to enjoy her grace. She started by taking off het thin overdress mantle from her shoulders, baring her thin arms and shoulders, leaving her in her elegantly decorated gown with a shallow decollete that exposed the necklace enclasping her soulstone.

With the next movement of her wrist, she carefully undid the clasps at her back and let her dress slowly slip off her bewitching body, leaving her only in a white lingerie. While the gown slowly exposed the body of his lover, James watched as from beneath it appeared the beautiful curves and details of her body, and Me'risu slightly wriggled, glares played on her inhumanly smooth skin. When the dress finally fell to the floor with a slight rustle, Me'risu looked down at James' pants and noticed a familiar bulge that was growing there, and she grinned wryly at seeing how much the human liked her little show.

"I like when you look at me like that," Me'risu whispered playfully as she started unbuttoning the shirt of James, who was unable to take his eyes off her. Yet Me'risu was still slightly embarrassed by such an intensive gaze. When she took off his shirt and threw it on the floor, James sprang up as if jolted awake and abruptly caught Me'risu in his arms, eliciting a playful yelp of surprise from her.

The young Eldar lovingly looked straight into his bright purple eyes of human and smiled devilishly and James again pressed his mouth to her sweet, silky lips; reveling in their taste as his hand slid down her back until it reached her firm buttocks, and he squeezed them tightly. Me'risu also wasted no time, and in response to his gentle groping undid his pants and gently stroked his manhood through the cloth, feeling how it became harder by her touch.

James began to massage her buttocks, squeezing them in a circular motion while Me'risu unfastened the belt of his pants. Just a few moments later, his pants followed after his shirt and armor while he began to kiss Me'risu's neck, forcing her usually pale cheeks to become pale pink. Knowing what James would do next, she lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and let her lover fondle her.

The Cadian continued to nuzzle her neck, kissing her gently, gradually moving lower with his chain of kisses until he came to her elastic and neat breasts whose pink, hard nipples stood out through the thin cloth of her white bra. Gently pushing the cloth aside, he revealed one of her nipples and kissed it.

Me' risu's glittering lips parted and she let out a soft sigh as James took her nipple into his mouth and began to gently suck on it, and in response Me'risu quietly gasped and licked her lips. Every action of her lover inflamed her desire and her excitement grew with every breath that flew out of her mouth, while the fingers of one hand dug into the human's hair and the other hand stroked his strong back.

James continued his caresses, his tongue dancing madly on her hard nipple. Moving further down her body, the Cadian lowered to the level of her navel. As he prodded it with the tip of his tongue, he got another sweet moan escaping her through closed lips in answer. This urged James on to forcefully kiss her navel and Me'risu began to wriggle on the sheets and whispered something in her language, his soft teasing caresses inflaming the feelings of the young Eldar even further. Playfully, the Cadian repeatedly licked in a circular motion the area around her navel before sticking his tongue in it with force, eliciting a slight squeak and more twistings from Me'risu. As James wrapped his hands under her waist and gently lifted her writhing body closer to him, Me'risu again squeaked and groaned as she buried her fingers deeply in his hair and gripped his head. Her breathing quickened and James stopped caresses.

Looking down, wondering why he'd stopped, Me'risu saw his sly grin. The Cadian winked and continued his tantalizingly pleasant fondling and the Eldar threw her head back on the bed sheets. Soon she could no longer restrain herself. Me'risu whimpered from the excitement engulfing her, a warm knot which nested in her lower abdomen. "Lower... There..." Me'risu whispered to him between moans and sighs.

James did not need to be told twice. The Cadian parted the perfectly built thighs of the young Eldar and sank down to her crotch, touching it with two fingers. He could feel her labia perfectly through the thin fabric of her panties on which started to appear a little dark spot of moisture - a clear sign of her excitement. James kissed her through her panties and Me'risu moaned softly, her lips curling in a slight smile. Then James moved the cloth aside and kissed her lower lips, this time with more passion. In response, the Eldar let out a shuddering breath and licked her lips, feeling the warm knot excitation twisting harder inside her.

Gently groping her sensitive clitoris, James began to massage the small nub with two fingers while gently licking the edges of the Me'risu's labia. The blood gushing to her crotch turned it from a soft pink to a much brighter, almost red color. Moaning, Me'risu clasped her legs behind the back of the Cadian, squirming and enjoying the sensations. It was so barbaric. So lascivious. So loving.

James continued to caress her labia, until they glistened from a mixture of his saliva and her juices. Her aroma teased his nostrils, incited him, enticed him and James' tongue slipped to her delicious and moist opening. As soon as he touched it Me'risu's breath snapped and her back arched slightly. Allowing himself to tease her a little more, enjoying her convulsive gasps, the Cadian slowly pressed in, which drew a new moan from his lover. Plunging deeper into her folds, James felt her taste became a bit more sour, which was rather pleasant to him. Pulling his tongue back, James forcefully licked her lower lips and in response his ears were caressed by a satisfied moan that turned in a short squeal when he abruptly plunged his tongue back into her folds, stretching them and pushing ever deeper.

This, combined with the delicate fondling of her swollen clitoris, was enough to push of her over the edge. James heard of her muffled shriek of pleasure as the body of the young Eldar jerked and she clenched her thighs around his head, her innermost walls clenching convulsively around his nimble tongue and her juices gushed into his mouth until her body finally relaxed and her legs released James from their tenacious embrace.

Catching her breath and opening her eyes again, Me'risu saw James leaning over her. Their lips found each other again, and the Cadian began pulling off her panties with his free hand while the other hand slightly lifted her above the bed.

Sensing his intentions, Me'risu undid her bra and threw it to the pillows, after which her nimble hands darted to her lover's manhood and she quickly pulled down his underwear. Her thin fingers wound around his warm and already hard shaft, and she began to stroke it tenderly along the length. Me'risu broke off theier kiss, changed position and stretched out on the sheets, smiling playfully. When James finally finished undressing and knelt between her legs, she purred: "Take me, darling."

In response, James pulled her legs wider apart and leaned down so she could hug him.

"Of course, I think additional training does not hurt," - he said winking at her, and then put the tip of his shaft between her reddened labia and slightly pushed. When the head of his rod fully entered her hot bosom, Me'risu gasped and hugged human to herself while almost glaring at him with a kiss.

The Cadian carefully began to move, back and forth with small movements, very slowly increasing the amplitude, with every little push plunging another little bit in her moist folds. Soon almost half of his shaft was inside and his solid rod pushed against and caressed her innermost walls. James was about to push his tongue in Me'risu's mouth as she suddenly broke off the kiss and panting and moaning turned her head to the side, exposing her ear to him.

Realizing what she wanted from him, he gently licked her ear lobe from to the tip, causing Me'risu to utter a ragged moan. Clutching the tip of her ear between his lips, James slightly squeezed it and the young Eldar trembled beneath him and bit her lip, emitting another, much louder moan. As he increased the amplitude of thrusts even more and began to suck on the sensitive tip of her ear, James made Me'risu's eyes began to roll from pleasure, her moans becoming louder and sharper. However, he still kept himself in check as far as he could, remembering their first night and not daring to enter her fully, thinking that she could not take his shaft completely.

However Me'risu had a different opinion. Her legs tightened behind his back, stronger than one would expect from such a frail-looking girl, and she turned to him. "Dear ... come into me completely ... I want it all!" - She moaned between cries of passion and sighs of pleasure. Their lips merged in a kiss again as James dutifully increased his pace, the bedroom filling with the slaps and squelch of flesh against flesh. Me'risu moaned loudly into his mouth, feeling the incredible pleasure, feeling how with every thrust his hard rod plunged deeper in her, much deeper than she expected.

She felt that she was close, and she once more touched his mind, wanting to tell him to speed up, but the next moment James made a particularly strong thrust and with a groan filled her vagina with his thick, warm seed. She felt his orgasm simultaneously from two sides - mentally and physically. It was so overwhelming she probably experienced the strongest orgasm in her life. Me'risu shrieked into the mouth of her lover, her back arched so that her flat tummy pressed against his strong torso, her walls tightening around James' shaft with such force that it was almost painful, her nails digging deeply into the flesh of his strong back like small blades.

At that point James felt a wave of new orgasm, but it was not his - it was his lover's orgasm. The Cadian almost lost his strength and could barely catch himself in order not to fall directly atop the young Eldar. Tumbling down beside her, he could only gasp and look at Me'risu that was sprawling on the sheets, breathing fast and rolling her eyes, almost completely out of it.

It took them a few minutes to recover. After taking a series of deep breaths Me'risu finally managed to force her unresponsive body to turn on the side and hug the Cadian, gently kissing him.

"That was ... incredible ... amazing ..."  James whispered when their lips parted. In response Me'risu ran the back of her hand over his stubble and smiled, relaxed.

*****

Isa's personal cabin was illuminated by subdued light. The Seer sat with bent legs on one of the motley carpets beside the bed, dressed in her usual red robe, dress and mantle with sleeves dropping to her elbows. Her robe was decorated with two full-length bone-color tapes, hanging from her shoulders and scribbled with various runic symbols. The dress and the mantle were decorated with patterns of gold thread and held closed by a belt made of black fabric. Isa's hands rested on her knees, her eyes were closed, and her picture of meditative immobility was broken only by the small crystal of wraithbone hovering in front of her at chest level. The intricately shaped bauble with a ornate symbol cut on its surface glowed and flashed a light blue glow - her personal rune, the core of any meditative trance or ritual she attempted; the very thing that defined her as a Seer.

Isa meditated on the events took place today. For the first time in her long life, she was negotiating with humans. The idea that the Eldar would communicate and trade with humans as seemingly equals had sounded preposterous to her when Autarch Kayleth had invited her.

But now she had ample opportunity to review her judgment. The human Rogue Trader had seemed to her as yet another pathetic creature at the beginning, but when he began to speak with her disciple in the Eldar language, Isa had been quite surprised. Of course, his pronunciation and accent were terrible, and combined with his complete ignorance of the Eldar body language it seemed at times that he was either lying or uttering nonsense. But she still gave him credit - from what Autarch Kayleth had told her, trade meetings between the Eldar from Alaitoc and those humans began less than a year ago, and the fact that this particular human could learn their language,  even if only at the most basic level, was at least worthy of praise.

During the negotiations, she tried not to look too deeply into the mind of the human who called himself Amadeus Trask, but to her surprise, even though he was a lot more open to the new and unknown than the dogmatic minds of other humans she'd met, she could not easily read his thoughts and intentions. They were hidden, behind the mask of friendliness on his face when he talked with Eldar traders. However, she could feel his special attitude toward Me'risu, which was understandable, her young disciple doing her best to be as amiable as possible. More surprisingly, he had also particularly deep feelings toward Autarch Kayleth, she could feel them clearly although she didn`t percieve their exact nature. Pulling back from the man, she broke of contact. Those thoughts, intriguing as they were, were private.

The mind of the second human was almost as strong as the mind of the Rogue Trader, although his strength was that of single-mindedness, of focussing on one's task to the exclusion of everything else rather than curiosity, But still he also clearly felt less distrustful to non-humans. Perhaps the reason that the Autarch has decided to maintain trade relations with them was that these people were not blinded by fanatical faith?

However, she was more worried about the actions of her ward. She felt that Me'risu also attempted to touch the minds of the humans - during their training, they had formed a light psychic bond as teacher and student, and Isa could feel when her disciple tried to use her mental abilities. But, despite the fact that they had become friends over time, Me'risu still did not trust her completely. When she asked her about the reasons why she had decided to touch the mind of humans, apart from her thoughtfulness Isa felt something else. Fear. And then shame. Me'risu was afraid to open up to her and was ashamed of her thoughts. But Isa decided did not insist, expecting that she would tell her when she would be ready.

In the next moment her thoughts were interrupted by a feeling that passed like a wave over her body. Warmth. Pleasure. Screams of delight in the back of the mind. Her eyes widened, and the psychoactive crystal which hung in front of her clattered to the floor. It felt like she was going to be washed away by a giant wave, but in the next moment the feeling subsided, and Isa only felt a light pleasant tingling in different parts of the body. It was just like a stone thrown into the water - a big wave was followed by a series of smaller ripples.

When sensations finally calmed down, Isa barely gathered her thoughts, that swirled in her head. She felt very aroused, but it was not her feeling, but felt as if it belonged to someone else. For a moment she went over possibilities in her head, wondering why she would feel something like that. Then a cry of pleasure again surfaced in her mind and Isa realized that it belonged to Me'risu.

With some effort, Isa got to her feet, feeling a little shiver at the knees. After a few deep breaths, she pulled herself under control, even though her heart was still beating fast. Coming out of her cabin she went to the door of the Me'risu's cabin. Once inside, she found no one in the main room and then heard a slight rustling coming from the bedroom. Going to the doorway, she cautiously peeked inside. Her eyes caught sight of a rough human armor, elements of which were scattered in disarray on the carpet next to the bed, as well as a red mantle and gown lying around haphazardly. Moving her glance on toward the bed she saw underwear. And then, looking at the bed, she saw something that she certainly did not expect to see this day.

Me'risu was lying on the bed completely bare, the bedsheets clinging to a -human male- who was also completely naked. Then the young Eldar giggled and rolled on top of the man as he pulled her to him for a kiss. Her hand, meanwhile stroked his reproductive organ, which, as Isa could note, was quite large. Isa pursed her lips, disapproving of her own train of thought, and again tried to pull herself together.

"What in Asuryan's name is the meaning of this?" she snapped. To her surprise, it was the human male who reacted first, his mind snapping into focus as he rose to stand between her and the still giddy Me'risu. She recognized the tall and lean bodyguard for the human trader, and trained in the arts of war as this one was he might very well prove a threat if left unchecked. Not that she was about to do so.

"Down, you!" she hissed in Gothic, calling upon her psychic powers to push him back down on the bed and hold him pinned there, "I'll deal with you in a minute!"

"Isa! No!" Me'risu said, finally realizing what exactly was happening, "Don't hurt him!"

"Have you truly lost your mind, child?" Isa spoke softly, her body straightening and poise clearly indicating she expected obeidience. "How... When... Why? By the Gods, a human, why?"

"Why?" Me'risu answered softly, standing up and folding her arms, her set attitude indicating clearly she wouldn't back down, "Because, dear teacher, without that human you seem to despise so much, I would either have lost myself in the Dream or joined the Outcasts."

"What madness is this?"

"Madness?" Me'risu repeated, "Is it madness to reminisce a childhood friend, forever lost? Is it sanity not to even be allowed to grieve, either letting the memories haunt you and drive you crazy or lock them away, pretend they never happened, never existed?"

"No, it is not." Isa answered after a long hesitation, "but still, it is no reason to take a mon-keigh to your bed like..."

"Like what?" Me'risu snickered, goading her teacher, "Like a Commorite whore? Do you think me so young I haven't heard that expression and worse?"

"Enough! Dress!" Isa snapped. "Do not discuss! Dress! Then go to my cabin and meditate on what I told you days ago and repeat to you now: even if you can percieve the future, you cannot stop change. To walk the Path of the Seer in an effort to avoid grief is folly. Do as I say! Or should I remind you of what would happen if... this... were to be known?"

Stiffly, not deigning to answer verbally, Me'risu bowed, pulled on her gown and exited the cabin. She did not want to leave James alone with Isa in there, but her threat was very real: if she mentioned this to anyone else, she would be exiled and James probably killed on the spot.

James did not panic. Well, not too much. Being held in place by witchery was a horribly unpleasant experience, but then again, judging from that crazy Eldar's tone and glare when she'd entered, she could, nay, wanted to kill him. Since he was still alive, his situation could be worse. He was surprised to see Me'risu dress and leave, but he could see the anger on her beautiful visage. Whatever the other woman had said, she clearly didn't appreciate.

"Good, now to business, human!"  she adressed him in her eerie, outdated Gothic once Me'risu had left, "We can do this two ways: either you answer me truthfully or I rip said truth from your mind. In the first case, you might live."

"Mmmmh..." James tried to answer her, but his mouth was held shut.

"Oh, shut up and think!" the Seer hissed, "Concentrate on your answer, I'll pick it up much more clearly than with the excuse you mon-keighs have for a language!"

-What do you want to know?- he thought, feeling incredibly stupid, yet the Eldar woman reacted.

-What did you do, that Me'risu accepted you as mate?- She too, was no longer speaking, and James could feel her perplexion and anger.

-Jealous much?- he thought back, without thinking things through.

-No, human!- came the answer, colder than space, either completely missing or ignoring the irony, -Concerned much! I can see how you hate us, how you would see us all dead. I know Me'risu, and she is no flibbertigibbet. I want to know how and why both of you threw all taboos and prudence to the wind for this! Answer me, and answer me truthfully, for both your lives depend on it.-

James didn't 'answer' immediately. The woman's accusations were mostly true, but she couldn't see the whole picture. His hatred of xenos, beaten into him since he was born, was still there but tempered by what he'd seen and lived through. In the end, he simply thought back on how everything started, with Autarch Kayleth beheading the ork known as Panzeestompa...

"...and that's what happened," he finished after long minutes of reminiscing everything that came after that.

Isa remained silent for a long while, thinking about what the human just imparted to her. She did not feel any lie in his thoughts, no self-delusion, he had certainly been honest with her. Even more puzzling, Isa could feel his overpowering concern for Me'risu, much bigger than concern for his own safety. This was highly unusual. Certainly, he was a warrior, and death held less fear for one who had faced it multiple times, but still... Could it be that he really loved her disciple? She could hardly wrap her head around that fact - this Mon-keigh managed to surprise her despite all his limitations.

On top of that, she could not understand why Me'risu returned his feelings. Yes, her disciple was a young, open and friendly girl, not yet tempered of the follies of youth; but Isa never noticed anything vicious in her mind, no desire for... perversion. She hadn't uttered the curse and Me'risu had shrugged it off, but "Commorite whore" was beyond insulting. It was an accusation of willfully ignoring the Paths, and bedding a human definitely qualified. And yet, when she had watched them lying on the bed and they did not noticing her, she could feel from them emanations of warm and deep emotions, of peace rather than the desires for forbidden pleasures and the call of She-Who-Thirsts.

The memories of those emotions prompted her to a new thought. Me'risu's psychic talent had grown much faster than she'd expected. And now Isa saw clearly that if Me'risu did not learn how to restrain herself, even in such a private relationship, there would be problems. Isa was afraid to imagine what would happen if she was not in the next cabin but some other Eldar, and if he or she would learn what Me'risu was doing...

The Seer faced the unpleasant thoughts, that the young Eldar could be expelled from Alaitoc, as once Isa herself had once been from Saim-Hann. Or, even worse - that the young Eldar could attract the attention of the Great Enemy, of She-Who-Thirsts, with unthinkable consequences for herself and anyone else that came in contact with her. It was necessary to find a way to teach her young ward to control herself. Or at least teach her how to keep the backlash in check - in the end, even Isa herself could not completely control her emotions in such situations (which, to be fair, would defeat the whole point of mating and reduce it to a purely mechanical means for reproduction).

Shaking away her dark thoughts Isa let out a heavy sigh. Definitely, too many shocks for one day. First Me'risu violating the foundations and bases of the Path out of idle curiosity, and now it turned out that she was in love with a human.

She thought of going back to relaxing meditation in her private cabin to calm down and settle the arousal which Me'risu inadvertently imparted to her, from which she still felt tingling and warmth on the face and intimate places. She looked up at the human she still kept paralyzed, unable to move a muscle, wondering what to do with him. Isa could not leave him alone while she had Me'risu carry out a mental exercise to teach her to always leave a part of herself under control, even in the arms of a loved one.

The next moment her gaze jumped almost of its own to the sexual organ of the man, that was still upright - apparently her paralysis did not allow his body to relax. The next moment a thought flashed through her mind, one that she had not expected from herself. If she could not leave this human unattended, maybe he could be used to educate Me'risu in control. Once Isa realized what she was thinking about, she recoiled from the idea. But then she felt her arousal strengthen and she realized that she could not look away from the human's body because of that. A small part of her reminded her that she had not allowed herself release in a long time, even for an Eldar, and she knew that if she did not give in to emotions and allowed them to come out, then over time they could break out against her will - she just could not ignore them, no matter how strong her will was. And this male, despite the fact that he was not Eldar, was... attractive to her both externally and internally.

Isa sighed again, realizing that now she, too, would break taboos once more. But she also knew that she would do it to help her disciple, and no matter how perverted to her the idea that the two of them shared intimacy with the same male, and a -human male- to boot, seemed... it was worth it. The exercise would be harder but more efficient with a partner Me'risu loved. "In the end, it will help me too, to remove tension and stress," Isa thought, allowing herself to be optimistic.

-All right, human, I can sense that you're telling the truth. I will neither hurt you nor have you cast out of our ship, but I need... a small service from you.- Isa finally awarded the answer to the human, who had been looking at her with a mixture of uncertainty and suspicion all the time she'd been in introspection.

-What could you possibly want of me? - The human thought back with some irritation.

-You, James Benson, will help me in training Me'risu to keep her mind and emotions under control.-

-What? How could I possibly do that? I am not a psyker, I do not know any techniques of the Scholastia Psykana...- James began, not knowing why so strong a psyker as the Eldar in front of him needed his help, but she interrupted him in mid-thought-sentence.

-We will not require your paltry knowledge of the Empyrean, born of fear and grown on hatred. Just you.- Isa replied calmly, with a slight hint of disdain. Feeling that her words evoked a spark of fear in his mind, she added: -Do not worry - we will not torture you either, we are not Dark Kin or corsairs, glutting ourselves on misery or acting on the merest of whim. I can almost say with certainty that you will... enjoy... this.-

'Hearing' the last word, James eyes widened slightly in surprise, and he felt embarrassed. However, the next actions from the eldar woman left him utterly speechless.

Isa untied the small knot and removed the belt made of black fabric with red and blue gems from her waist. Decorative ribbons that adorned her clothes fell with a soft thud to the floor. Then she made a slight and graceful movement of her shoulders, and the exquisitely decorated red mantle slipped away over her shoulders and arms with a soft rustle, exposing them to James' gaze. Moving further, she touched a few gems on her dress and then got rid of it, unbuttoning clasps on her back and letting it slide down her body to the legs. Wearing only underwear she approached the bed on which human still laid motionless.

Although she was no longer using her psychic abilities, he still did not move, obviously completely stunned by that scene. Isa again appreciatively glanced at the human's body, and seeing that he can not take his eyes from her, as well as how strained his sexual organ was, it was obvious he was excited and found her attractive, even if his mind was still wondering what was happening and why in humanity's Corpse-God's name she would want this. Oh, well... His understanding of her reason wasn't necessary, only that he complied. Then Isa mentally called Me'risu enter back into the bedroom.

Me'risu, meanwhile, far from finding solace in meditation, wondered what Isa had been doing doing with James for the last minutes. When she heard her mentor's call and returned to her bedroom, she was absolutely shocked. Isa was standing in her underwear next to the still bare James, who judging by the look was no less surprised than herself. For a few seconds the young Eldar stood in silence, absolutely not understanding what happened.

"Isa? ... What is happening? ... Why did you ... strip?" Me'risu asked in Gothic with a slightly trembling voice. She locked eyes again with James, blushing as he did, trying to reassure him and convey some support to him.

"James, your human, told me the truth."  Isa answered straight away, switching to her archaic and accented form of Gothic,"And I see that your talent is growing by leaps and bounds. What happened today clearly shows that you need to learn to better control your emotions."

"What's wrong with love? Even with a human? " Me'risu protested.

"Nothing wrong in essence, as long as those are genuine feelings of love and not some perverted desire for..." Isa said, her mind struggling both to find the correct words in the human language and against her mind that didn't want to utter them, before uttering a term in Eldar James had no hope to understand but which made Me'risu both blush with shame and frown with anger. "This is not the case here, I can see well enough that you feel such a deep feeling for this James Benson, and I can see well enough that the feeling is mutual. What you should improve is your self-control. "- Seeing Me'risu's blank look, she asked -" Why do you think I intruded on you two? "

"I do not know ..." - the young Eldar answered, looking down in confusion.

"I felt your ... climax. You inadvertently gave me your feelings through psychic connection. I hope you realize how bad things could be if it would have been someone else instead of me in the next cabin ? "

In response Me'risu remained silent, and Isa felt that she was ashamed of herself. After a few seconds of silence, the young Eldar finally spoke up, straightening. "How do you want to teach me?" - She asked, looking up and coming closer.

"Your lover will help us in this. Instead of long meditations, we can begin to practice self-control... immediately. Take off your clothes."

Me'risu's breath sank for a moment when she realized what her mentor planned. However, with some embarrassment, she obeyed and took off her dress, exposing her body again. She had no underwear now, as opposed to the Seer, but she tried to will her shame away.

James continued to lie still, even though he had already felt that he was able to move. He just did not know what to do. Just a moment ago the Eldar woman wanted to kill him, and now not only did she not harm him, but she also said that he would enjoy what she planned. And now she stood in front of him, almost naked. James ran his eye over her body, trying not to listen to their discussion about witchery. Tolerant as he might have become, witchcraft was still a big no for the Cadian, having seen more than enough what ruin uncontrolled psykers (and even sanctioned ones losing it) could bring.

Focussing his attention on the Eldar woman, he detailed her. She was wearing a black bra with small ornate patterns made of red threads around the edges, the same black panties, with golden lace and black thighs high stockings. To his surprise, the elder mentor was slightly smaller than Me'risu. Like Me'risu she had red hair, but they were tightened in a high tail hairstyle unlike Me'risu, who preferred to let her hair flow naturally. This Eldar woman certainly was attractive to him, but he didn't understand why she would disrobe: his heart belonged to Me'risu and Me'risu alone.

"Uuuh..." he groaned, not understanding what the two women wanted.

"Did you understand anything of what we said, James Benson?" the Eldar known as Isa asked him. "Or did we speak in Gothic in vain?"

He actually hadn't followed much, too panicked and not willing to listen about psychic witchcraft. Still, he got the core of the problem and summarized. "You felt what we were doing. That's bad."

To his surprise, Isa started to laugh, a clear crystal sound of genuine mirth. "Incredible!" She eventually said, "So blunt. So concise. So ephemeral, the thought-form gone before it is even formed fully. But yes, human, that is the 'core' of the problem, as you put it. If Me'risu lets her guard down so much that I can feel what she's doing, then... something... something bad... could enter her mind. She must learn to control herself, even when enjoying the company of a mate."

"Uh... okay?" James answered. He still didn't understand much, but at least the woman's intentions were clearer now. "You want us to have sex again?"

"No, James Benson." Isa answered, "I shall demonstrate how it is done first. Then she will practice with you!" Continuing to look at the dumbfounded Cadian with a sly smile, Isa took off her bra and panties and carefully put them down on the bed. Leaving only her stockings up her thighs, she sat on his hips and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking it.

"What?" James squealed, unable to wrap his mind around the fact the woman that wanted to kill him no ten minutes before now wanted to fuck him.

"As I said, I'll demonstrate.I can hardly do so without partaking, and I sadly have no mate of my own to call upon. You're... quite the exceptional specimen... for a mon-keigh." - Isa explained, playful sparks dancing in her eyes. She stood over him and guided it between her labia, reddened by the incredible excitement that she was trying to hold back before.

"Do as she asks," Me'risu said softly to James, "I wished it wasn't necessary but she is absolutely right. Without control, I could..." she then fell silent, a look of horror passing on her fair visage.

"The trick is to center your mind." Isa spoke softly, switching to Eldar so she could explain clearly, "Allow your body to feel but keep your spirit from soaring free completely. Expand your consciousness and sense what I do." Closing her own eyes, she slowly began to sink on the human's rod, and licked her lips when the tip touched her lower lips. Pausing for a moment, Isa continued to lower herself on his shaft, and when his head fully entered her folds, her upper lips parted and she let out a shuddering breath.

She continued to go down lower and lower until his shaft entered her completely, and Isa let out a soft groan through pursed lips. Putting her hands on James' chest, she remained motionless a few seconds, getting used to the size of his tool.

Then Isa rose slowly, revealing a shaft covered with her juices, and when only his head remained inside her, she rushed down sharply, eliciting a gasp of surprise from James when he again felt the embrace of her wet pussy. Isa continued to jump up and down on his rod, and the room soon filled with slaps, squelchs and soft moans.

James looked at the Seer quizzically. She was clearly a lot more experienced than Me'risu, but she was... selfish... in her acts, treating him like a sex toy rather than a mate, which lessened the emotional impact and (as far as he understood) the whole point of the 'lesson'. Then he remembered Me'risu telling him Eldar males lasted long but could only finish once and didn't say anything. That Isa woman probably knew what she was doing.

Soon the Seer reached an almost frantic pace, melodic cries of pleasure flewing from her lips, and the next moment she threw her head back and let out a groan and James felt as her folds pulsed heavily around his hard rod. The Eldar woman panted, her eyes were closed. Then, the expression of pleasure on her face gave way to calm and she got off from his shaft, sitting on the opposite side of the bed.

"Well, Me'risu, could you feel anything?" She asked of her pupil, who had looked on throughout the action blushing with shame and clearly unhappy with the proceedings.

"N-no. Almost nothing. "the young Eldar said a moment later, her cheeks painted red with embarrassment. "No more than casual excitement in day-to-day conversation, certainly."

"Exactly. And that is because I have not surrendered completely into the arms of pleasure, leaving a small part of myself under control." Isa answered, "Now you try. Remember: stay centered."

From these words, Me'risu's cheeks became almost scarlet: she had never thought she would be sharing intimacy with her beloved under the supervision of a mentor.

Then, with some uncertainty, she lay on the sheets next to James and asked him awkwardly. "Well ... Let's do it." - She murmured. In response, James, who had managed come to himself after the shock, kissed Me'risu and hugged her.

"How do you want to do this?" the human asked softly.

"In truth, I would rather do it in private..." the young Eldar shivered, "I..."

"Good to hear," Isa interrupted her, "But I'd rather stay here in case anything goes awry, at least try to protect you. Once you have learned to control yourself, I will no longer pester you."

"Pester..." James sniggered, "This is a bit beyond 'pestering', isn't it?"

"Perhaps." the Seer nodded after a moment, "Truth to be told, most of us come to the Path of the Seer later in life, when such control is already acquired. But I have been tasked to teach her and I will, even if she must resent me for it. Such is the smallest price to pay."

James blinked at her, not really understanding what she was alluding to with her bizarre metaphors, but the Seer woman didn't elaborate. And when Me'risu didn't react either beyond hugging him a bit harder, he looked at her and softly asked once more: "How do you want to do this?"

In response, the young Eldar pulled him to her and spread her legs. Me'risu noticed how her mentor pursed her lips unhappily and frowned, obviously not approving the selected position. But in the next moment, James kissed the neck of his beloved and she closed her eyes, chasing her mentor out of her thoughts and throwing arms and legs around his strong body and letting out a low moan as he began to enter her, stretching her reddened labia. Once again, he started to thrust, gradually sinking into her, although this time it was easier.

As soon as James has entered Me'risu completely, she passionately kissed him, quickly forgetting that she was watched by her mentor. The Cadian, which had stood still for a moment from the unexpected kiss, resumed his movements, thrusing deep into the wet embrace of his beloved.

The taste of her lips intoxicated him and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, eliciting a prolonged moan from Me'risu, one that turned into muffled squeaks when James dramatically increased his pace, succumbing to rapidly growing excitement. Soon the young Eldar began to squeal into his mouth without stopping, delight covering her mind in warm waves.

Soon, James reached his limit, forcefully pushing into Me'risu's tender bosom as deep as he could and releasing his semen inside with a groan. In response Me'risu moaned loudly, feeling his seed splashing straight in her womb and then it was replaced by a howl of pleasure when the next moment she came too.

For a few moments they lay in a loving embrace, not moving and breathing heavily. But in the next moment they heard Isa utter a prolonged moan and jerk, biting her lip. Then, she turned to her ward with annoyance in her words.

"Me'risu! You did it again!" she hissed, '"Child, did you at least try to control yourself? Are you testing me on purpose, or believing your Soulstone will keep your safe?"

"S-sorry, Isa, it was too delightful... I could not resist ..." Me'risu answered, ashamed that she completely forgot about why they were doing this.

"By Isha..." Isa grumbled, pursing her lips, "You will try again and you will succeed. But first, I need to remove at least part of the... tension you fostered off to me. Watch girl, with all your senses. This is no game."

 When Me'risu crawled away from James, the Seer pushed the Cadian back onto the sheets and then jumped atop. Her gaze was both vexed and excited.

"Again?" James asked.

"Yes, human! Again!" Isa grumbled, "And if necessary again, and again, until she succeeds. You do not want to even consider the alternative!"

James baulked at her tone and held his ground. "Why? What is it you're so afraid of?"

"You know, human!" Isa answered, and he could see the anger, but also fear in her gaze. "You have seen it. You have already considered it while we spoke although your mind refuted it."

James shivered, a wiff of fear crawling along his spine. Ignorant as he was of psykers, witchcraft and the Warp; he'd seen what happened when one 'lost' it, and it was ugly, to say the least. The word 'possessed', that had been fluttering at the edge of his consciousness, finally imposed itself firmly in his mind.

"Enough!" Isa spoke, softly but with grim finality in her words. "Do not speak about it. Do not think about it any longer. Not here, not now. Words and thoughts have power, James Benson. Do not goad Morai-heg's wrath and... and She-Who-Thirsts attention."

Driving away the unpleasant thoughts the human had evoked, Isa again lowered herself on his shaft. Then she leaned over and gently pulled James' hands to her chest. The Cadian was taken aback by this sudden action on her part, but in the next moment, he gently squeezed her pert breasts.

In response the Eldar woman let out a soft moan and began to gradually rise from his shaft, and when she completely fell back a moment later James gently squeezed her hardened pink nipples, drawing even louder moans from Isa who closed her eyes and threw her head slightly back.

Continuing to gradually pick up her pace, the Seer slapped his thigh, and in return James began to thrust, trying to match her movements. His own arousal rising, the human began to strongly squeeze her breasts and then pulling Isa closer to caress her nipples with his tongue.

The Eldar woman drew a shuddering breath and began to purr with pleasure. Said purring was replaced by quiet shrieks when James increased their pace even more, forcefully licking her nipples which attracted him like a magnet. Shortly, shrill cries of pleasure began to fly from Isa's lips with each deep thrust as each time the tip of his hard shaft gently pressed against her cervix. She threw back her head and began to shudder with each thrust, barely restraining herself not to cry out loud. And when James closed his eyes and began to moan in response, her walls literally collapsed on his shaft, squeezing it with surprising strength for such a graceful woman. Isa stopped for a few moments, relaxing and feeling the intoxicating pleasure spread over her body. But as she did so, the Cadian moved his hands on her buttocks and continued to thrust.

"I'm ... I'm gonna ..."  he spluttered, keeping his eyes closed.

"No, human!" Isa responded and incredibly quickly pulled away from his grasp. The only thing that James saw when his eyes opened was how the next moment she closed her lips around his shaft and a moment later he came too, throwing his head back on the pillow and groaning, filling the mouth of the Seer with his warm seed.

When he looked back at her, Isa looked straight into his eyes, sparks of lust clearly visible in her sapphire eyes and her cheeks were stained red. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly released his weakening rod from her mouth and straightened up on her knees on the sheets. Then she swallowed his semen and licked her lips, smiling cunningly.

She purred something on her languege to the dumbfounded human, and for a few moments not taking her eyes off him. Then she turned to Me'risu.

"Did you feel it now?" she asked.

"You... Yes, I can feel how you do it, cocooning your mind and allowing the pleasure to flow around it rather than completely through it. In concept, it is childish."

"The execution isn't that hard either," Isa spoke softly, "Although from what you told me, I doubt you ever truly succeded at completely compartimenting your mind if your friend's death poisons it even when walking your Path."

"I..." Me'risu started, blushing, but with anger this time. "This is uncalled for, I..."

"Peace, child." Isa said, "I do not accuse you of doing it on purpose. You have done it well enough in the past to Dream or Trade, but the Path of the Seer is much more demanding. Calm down, focus."

Me'risu took a shuddering breath, forcing herself to calm once more.

"Good. Now, you can try again. Remember what I told and showed you."- Isa said in a more serious voice. Then she beckoned her fluctuating pupil hand and gave place for her. When she saw Me'risu was going to embrace her lover again, however, Isa resolutely took her hands and held them.

"No child," she said sternly, with some steel in her voice before Me'risu could protest, "At this time you should be more focused on yourself, not on him." After a pause she continued. "If you're so worried that your partner will have nothing to occupy his hands, I can take care of it."

With these words Isa rose and to the surprise of both James and Me'risu, she jumped on the Cadian, straddling him and placing her pussy on his face, pushing her wet crotch to his lips. Licking her lips, she looked expectantly at James, and as soon as he recovered from another shock, he went to work, gently putting his hands between her legs and beginning to caress her labia with his fingers.

"Isa!" Me'risu exclaimed, shocked.

"Hush, girl!" the Seer answered. "Focus. He's distracting you. Go at your rhythm and stay in control, I'll take care of him."

Still scandalized, Me'risu joined her mentor atop her lover, and a moment later, two quiet woman's moans caressed his ears, as he felt how once more Me'risu carefully began to lower herself on his rod. She did not dare going down on it completely, and she clasped it with her fingers, stroking and squeezing gently. When Me'risu felt that she was ready to take the shaft of her lover in, she paused for a moment, closing her eyes and trying to focus. Then, when she felt that she was more or less ready, she let herself fall down onto his member completely, gasping and pursing her lips when she felt as he stretched her resisting walls open.

Slightly rising on his rod, the young Eldar fell, then rose again, this time a little higher. She did not dare to increase her amplitude and pace too fast, afraid of losing control again. But when James started to move his hips in unison with her movements, she grew bolder and began to stroke her clitoris. Establishing a steady rhythm, Me'risu began to moan softly, feeling as pleasure erupted within her like a flame, burning inside her and pushing her to surrender to pleasure. As she continued caressing her clit, she focused for a moment, following the instructions of her mentor and allowed her body to feel love and passion while trying to keep her spirit dissociated from her body's complete abandonment.

At the same time, James gently kissed and stroked Isa's labia with his fingers, making her move her pussy slightly across his face. She licked her lips and let out a low moan when she felt the human slide his tongue between her lower lips, penetrating into her bosom. She felt it wriggle inside her, the delicate touches caused her to moan loudly, her pussy abundantly flowing with juices, drops which James licked from her lower lips. When he sharply squeezed her clitoris with two fingers at the same time plunging his tongue especially deep in her eagerly waiting pussy, Isa could not resist and squeaked loudly while at the same moment she slightly clapped her fingers on her own lips.

Then, noticing as the Cadian looked at her with playful sparkles dancing in his eyes, she cunningly smiled, ran her hands through his hair and pulled his head to her reddened pussy, almost pressing him to her moist crotch. When the Cadian abruptly stuck his wriggling tongue back into her bosom, she gasped.

"Yesssssss!" - Isa hissed. - "You are really, ah, exceptional, oh, specimen, James Benson." She was so close to the desired orgasm.

And if Isha heard her inner pleas, behind her there was a loud scream and then moans, and the Cadian jerked beneath her, hushfully grunting something unintelligible between her legs with closed eyes. The next moment, two orgasms hit her at once - one of her own when the human's tongue licked the inner walls of her pussy  with force, and the other one from Me'risu, although this time the feeling was significantly blunted. Clearly she was trying to hold back of her emotions as her mentor demanded, but due to lack of experience she could not do so completely yet.

Isa's hips convulsively clenched around James' head, and she, in turn, let out a prolonged howl of pleasure. When her body relaxed the Cadian gently licked the remnants of juices that squirted from her lower lips and kissed them, caused a slight smile to appear on her face.

"I..." Me'risu panted, "I... That was... I think I understand now."

"Indeed." Isa confirmed, "You managed to hold back from losing control entirely and project like a psychic beacon. It was far from perfect, but it is a good beginning."

"So..." James asked from beneath her, "She should be safe now?"

That comment once more made Isa laugh heartily. "Truely... How do you humans manage to accomplish anything with such sweeping generalisations and barely understanding the subject at hand?"

James frowned at her. "Would one clear sentence really kill you?"

"Tsk. Maybe not. To answer your question as bluntly as I can: No! A Seer is never truly safe, except maybe when meditating in the Dome of Crystal Prophets and warded by the whole of the Infinity Circuit. But," she added as James' expression turned to dismay, "she succeded at isolating her mind. That is good, for it is the best defense against... I know not how to explain this in your tongue, human. All I can say is that controlling your emotions tightly when using one's potential is necessary."

"By the Emperor," James grumbled, still not understanding, "if that's the blunt version, I'd hate to hear the expanded one."

This made both women snicker, and Isa eventually said. "Calm your fears. Now that she has succeeded, she will be much safer than before. It will take a lot more training than you can provide today for her to truly master her mind, but she took the most decisive step in the right direction." Then she smiled down at him, her grin somewhere between amused and predatory, "You seem to still have vigor left, however. I suggest a little more training. Mating is one of the best tests of one's limits."

-Merciful Emperor, is this a sweet dream or a nightmare? - James thought when the Seer got off from him, and, as if teasing him, moved her beautiful ass in front of his face.

Then she turned to him. "You still wish to remain motionless? I thought that you might want to take... initiative..."Her last words were flavored with an insidious smile. James noticed that she was standing on her knees back to him straddling his legs, temptingly exposing her ass to him.

Realizing what the Seer wanted from him, the Cadian stood up and cast a glance to Me'risu. Taking the initiative felt like becoming unfaithful to his beloved, right in front of her eyes. But suddenly Me'risu leaned to him and kissed him on the cheek and smiled at him, as if to remind him that he was doing it for her, as perverted and strange as it may seem.

"By Kurnous!" Isha laughed, waggling her butt invitingly, "She can feel, just as I do, that you do not desire me beyond the fact I'm female, attractive and willing, James Benson. Your shyness is endearing but unwarranted here."

Reassured, James carefully knelt behind Isa awkwardly hugged her waist, gently pressing her to him. In response, she slipped her hand between her thighs and grabbed his hardening shaft, guiding it to her wet entrance. The Cadian felt as she slightly shuddered when he abruptly pushed the head of his rod in her bosom, and he froze for a moment before continuing. His arms stretched of their own volition to her navel on her flat tummy at first, and then began to climb up to her chest when he suddenly stopped himself, feeling that he should not do that. As if sensing his doubts Isa turned her head toward him, and the corners of her lips twisted in the shadow of an insidious smile.

"Do not be shy, James Benson, I know this is not your first time you are caressing an Eldar woman,"she purred softly. Her lips were so close that he could almost feel her silky breath. A quiet gasp flew from her mouth when James gently squeezed her resilient hills in response, kneading and massaging them. He pushed half of his length inside her and she gasped softly, slightly twisting and her lips curling into a slight smile. Her left hand grabbed his head and pulled him closer, their lips were so close they could feel each other's breath. James began to move his hips, slowly sinking deeper into her pussy and making Isa moan quietly through pursed lips.

When his member fully entered her folds, the Seer gasped and forcefully pressed her lips against his, moaning into his mouth. His solid rod stretched her resisting walls, even though she already had sex with him moments before, and it only added to her pleasure.

The Cadian deepened the kiss, all but pluging his tongue into her mouth, and Isa felt thin sour notes, only realizing the next moment that she could taste her own juices on his tongue. It should have seemed perverted, but it only fueled her passion, and she broke the kiss for a moment to lick her lips and then, quietly chuckling at her private joke once more joined her lips with his. Isa began to match her movements with James' thrusts and spread her legs slightly wider, allowing him to penetrate even deeper into her folds. Soon, his thrusts came steadily and deep, each time the head of his penis penetrated deep into her pussy and almost touching her cervix. Isa's tongue slipped into his mouth and gave to their kiss more passion, their tongues almost intertwining with each other.

But still she felt that she needed more. With her free hand, she slipped over her own body and began to stroke her clitoris with every thrust, feeling as it slightly compressed the on both sides - from pressing of her fingers and the pressure from the inside thanks to the human's shaft.

-Isha, I want it so much. - Isa thought, and she sent a thought-pulse to the mind of the human. -Caress me, James Benson. I want you to caress me as you would your beloved. I want this. You want it.-

Having transferred her desire to the human she came back to reality, and the next moment gasped loudly when James dramatically plunged his shaft especially deep inside of her, and began to repeat it with a gradually increasing frequency. She gasped louder when James touched her ear lobe with his tongue, at first gently squeezing it. He then slightly pinched her nipple, causing Isa to quietly squeak, and a heartbeat later she moaned loudly when the man's tongue ran from the lobe to the tip of her ear. He removed one of his hands from her chest and slid down her silky skin down to her reddened labia and began to stroke them with each thrust. All this, combined with his increasing pace and strength, made Isa whimper in pleasure with her eyes closed. Just a few minutes later, her body trembled and she abruptly screamed with her crystal voice, her eyes rolling back, and the walls of her pussy forcefully pulsing around the human's rod.

In response, James pulled her head with force and pressed his lips against hers, and the next moment erupted inside her with a grunt. Isa felt his warmth liquid splash into her womb through the cervix and moaned softly into his mouth, enjoying the sensation that she had longed to feel. For a few moments, James slightly pressed her to him and Isa thought with a smile that he had taken her thought too literally, but then he released her from his embrace and they tiredly fell on the sheets, breathing heavily.

Me'risu, without further words lay down beside him, leaning into his chest and pulling his head in for a kiss with one hand while her other hand gently stroked his fading member. Isa lay on the other side of the bed, gently stroking her labia, with a slight smile on her face. This man very impressed her.

"By the Emperor, are you two trying to kill me?" James protested half-heartedly as he kissed the young vendor back. Even though he looked tired, his shaft soon began to become hard once more from Me'risu's gentle caresses, clearly showing that he has more vigor than she (or even he) had thought. Perhaps when Me'risu got enough practice done with him Isa would be able to use him a little more...

While Isa rested, Me'risu felt as excitement grew in her lover again and his shaft, shining from the remnants of the juices of both women, again hardened between her slender fingers. Without breaking their kiss, the young Eldar changed position, and again knelt over his mighty tool.

When their lips separated, she once again concentrated, and then sharply fell onto his shaft, causing her lover to gasp in surprise. She leaned forward and their lips again merged in a passionate kiss, and she felt his strong arms wrap around her, hugging her to James. They moved along her back lower and grabbed her buttocks and Me'risu purred in her lover's mouth. She raised herself on his shaft and again fell sharply at him, gasping from the sensation of it abruptly parting her inner walls, and then repeated it, feeling that every time it gave her more pleasure than discomfort. Soon they set a fast pace, and Me'risu could not resrtain herself, breaking off the kiss and beginning to whimper with pleasure through her tightly compressed lips, feeling like a flame of enjoyment flaring up in her and infusing her with renewed vigor.

She heard as her reddened pussy squelched every time James' member thrust into her, this feeling intoxicating and overwhelming her, but despite the fact that she allowed her body to feel it and enjoy it, she didn't let emotions overwhelm her mind, keeping her spirit under control. Soon their frictions reached an incredible pace, each time James' rod forcefully sinking into her, waves of pleasure passing over her body and enveloping her mind. When James began to suck on the tip of her ear, pressing her to him, it was enough to push her over the edge for the fourth time that evening.

Me'risu let out a loud scream, internally fighting against the surging tsunami of delight, and then, when the wave of orgasm passed, she helplessly collapsed on the chest of her lover, vaguely hearing as he moan and feeling his shaft pulsed against her cervix, and he filled her with his seed to the brim. The next moment, her mind clouded over and she fell unconscious in the arms of her lover, dreaming of what they might do the next morning.

Once Me'risu fell asleep on his chest, James felt tired, not as if he'd just spent a couple of hours with two beautiful women, but more like he'd spent the time in the jungles of Сatachan, trying to survive in them. His heart was still beating fast, but it gradually calmed down as did his breathing. Then he heard a barely audible moan, and turning his head, saw that Isa was closing her eyes and licking her lips.

"Did we succeed?" The Cadian turned to her, "Has she learned to control herself...?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"Mostly." Isa answered in Gothic, glancing at the human. Then she looked at the face of the sweetly sleeping Me'risu and smiled slightly. "I have to give her credit - she almost succeeded at coping with her emotions. Her will is strong indeed, no matter how windy a young girl she sems. But she has found out how to proceed, and she know how to stay centered. All she now need is more practice, but that no longer require your help. Nor mine, for the matter. The burden is now squarely on her shoulders as she walks."

When James was already ready to breathe a sigh of relief, Isa continued, looking at him again.

"However, the two of us are not finished." - she said with a gleam in her eyes, making the blood of the Cadian run cold again. Isa lay on her side, facing him, while putting her hand on her hip with her fingers slightly touching her high tight stockings and continued with an insidious smile ,"You quite impressed me, James Benson. And I see that you still have some vigour, and I think it can be routed in the right direction."

"God-Emperor of Mankind!" - James began cautiously when he understood what she was getting at. - "Haven't you had enough? I did this for Me'risu ..."

"Yes, but still you have not yet completed my little service..." - slyly interrupted Isa.

"I would not call that a 'small' service..."

"I only ask for a small favor." - Isa's smile became a little wider. - "The Path of the Seer is a very lonely way. It can be difficult to find suitable... partners for us. And I promise you that this will remain between us, like everything that happened today."

For a moment, James was thinking. He felt disgusting welling in his heart, a sense that he was betraying his beloved. Again. And at the same time, he did not want to anger such a powerful psyker as Isa and knew that Me'risu was already aware that he was physically attracted to the older Seer.

"Very well," James sighed, and he gently put his beloved down on the bedsheets, kissing her forehead, causing her to moan quietly in her sleep. Then he moved closer to Isa. In response, she kissed him and clung to him, with one hand stroking his shaft, purring with pleasure feeling as it gradually began to harden again, though much more slowly - impacted by his fatigue.

When she felt his rod again had become as hard as before, Isa spread her legs and pulled James to her, forcing him to take a position on top of her. She clasped her finely built legs behind his back and hugged him, feeling as his powerful tool rested against her crotch. Their lips parted and she whispered.

"Pull me up and take me." -  Isa said almost imperiously.

James obediently sat down on his knees and raised her, so their eyes were on the same level. Isa felt his warm shaft slip between her legs and putting her hand behind her back she grabbed it with her slender fingers, tenderly stroking it.

Once again briefly kissing the human, she directed his powerful shaft directly to her entrence. Then she let herself fall gently and quietly gasped when, slightly mis-calculating, she allowed his head to plunge sharply into her. The next moment, James' hands, one by one went down her back and grabbed her buttocks, squeezing them gently, causing Isa to elicit another moan through her closed lips that curved in an insidious smile. For a few moments her sapphire eyes looked straight into the violet eyes of the Cadian.

Then Isa clung to him and their lips again merged in a kiss, and the Eldar woman moaned in his mouth as she continued to pulled her wet pussy down on his rod until she felt his shaft enter her by more than half. She stopped, and began to rise slowly, enjoying as his member slid inside her bosom, and then again began to lower down on it. She continued to maintain a slow pace, stretching the pleasure and enjoying every moment of their affinity.

In answer, James began to try to match his movements to hers, clutching her firm buttocks and going deeper with each thrust. His hard rod plunged deeper and deeper into the  intoxicatingly tender pussy of the Eldar woman, causing her to whimpering quietly.

When James entered into her bosom to the hilt, Isa shrieked into his mouth, muffled sounds escaping their joined lips. The Cadian took advantage of that to slip his tongue between her sweet lips, and Isa immediately responded in kind. Their tongues intertwined as if in battle against each other, nimble against strong, only slightly interrupted by the friction of the bodies of the lovers, which became more and more passionate and powerful.

Isa felt the tip of his shaft again and again brush her cervix and with every such thrust she received sparks of an additional pleasure. Her vagina squelched, drops of her juices splashed on the bedsheets, and Isa forcefully pressed close to the human, tightly encircling him with her thin arms and perfect legs, her nails starting to leave small traces on his strong back.

James made a particularly strong thrust, and Isa felt the tip of his rod's throbbing head come to rest firmly against her cervix, causing her to squeak in surprise. The next moment the Cadian groaned into her mouth and she felt his seed flood directly into her womb, and this was the last measure of pleasure required to bring her to her own longed-for orgasm. The Seer moaned in response and her innermost walls squeezed the shaft of her partner with such force that James thought that she wants to wring him out of all of his seed.

Isa's hands and feet relaxed, their lips parted, and she released James from her tenacious grip and fell back, barely holding on to his shoulders and gasping for air. The weakened and gradually fading shaft of human slipped out of her womanhood, James remained on his knees with his eyes closed, breathing heavily and lightly holding the buttocks of the Eldar woman, despite the fact that her legs were no longer clasped behind his back.

Recovering after a few minutes of rest, Isa came back to herself and threw a predatory gaze on the shaft of the Cadian. She wanted more. For a moment crazy idea flashed in her mind, which she immediately seized. Licking her lips, she wrapped fingers of one hand his fading member and began to stroke it, while with the other hand, she touched his testicles, as if wondering how much seed there could be in there. When the human turned a surprised look to her, she adressed to him.

"Mmm, I think you will last for one more round," she purred, a playful flame beginning to light up in her eyes again.

"What?! Was this not enough for you?" James asked, definitely confused, "Are you utterly insatiable?"

"Perhaps" Isa answered flirtily. Feeling as a thought of escape flashed in the human's mind, she continued. "Not so fast, human!" Isa giggled, and stroked his shaft that was starting to rise again, then traced his head against her wet pussy, pulling her pelvis slightly forward.

With her other hand she pulled James' head to her chest, and almost forced him to fondle her hard pink nipples, enjoying the feel of his tongue squirming against her skin, whose touches inflamed her passion again. When she felt his shaft rising once more, she started to move it her pussy along and across, trying as best as she could to cover it with her juices. He would need a lot more lubricant to accomplish what she was about to ask.

When his shaft was shining with her juices, Isa felt that she could not wait any longer. Pushing James from her breasts, she gracefully and at the same time rapidly changed position, moving her shapely legs in the face of the taken aback human.

The next moment, Isa was standing on all fours in front of him, turning her head toward him. On her lips was clearly visible her insidious smile, she shook her tempting resilient buttocks in front of his shaft that pulsed to the beat of his heartbeat.

"Mount me, James Benson. But be gentle. " She purred. When the Cadian was about to bring his rod to her pussy, she raised her hand and pointed to her anus. "There."  She whispered, parting her buttocks slightly with her fingers as she beckoned James. The Cadian mentally discarded all his doubts in the warp, brought the head of his shaft to her ass and slightly pressed.

In response, he heard Isa gave a short sigh through her tightly closed lips, when the head of his shaft, covered with her fluids, began to stretch her anus. Her ass was very tight, and even the lubricant did not greatly facilitates the process. But James patiently continued to press, stopping periodically, and each time trying to move apart her resisting butt a bit broader. With one hand, he began to caress her clitoris, gently trying to distract Eldar woman from the sensation of his member demanding entrance to her backdoor.

In turn Isa made every effort to get her body to relax, recalling some of the meditative mantras, and smiled, knowing at what point she needed them most urgently. Her whole body resisted such an unnatural invasion, and Isa squirmed, slightly swinging her hips, adjusting to the painfully slow rhythm of the human.

When his head and half of his shaft had entered in her body, Isa quietly gasped, forcing James to stop. But rather than move her ass to release part of his rod from her, she on the contrary moved slightly down on his cock, pursing her lips and stretching herself even more while suppressing unpleasant feelings.

A few moments later, James pulled head of his shaft out of her tight hole and plunged a finger in her pussy. Covering his finger with a sufficient amount of juice, James pushed it in her anus and very carefully stuck it inside. On the inside, it was warm and tight, densely compressing his finger on all sides. Shoving approximately one and a half phalanx inside and slightly parting the tiny hole, the Cadian heard a shuddering breath flying from the mouth of Isa. Again, lubricating his finger into her juices, the human tried to plunge his finger in her hole completely. In response to his efforts, Isa quietly squeaked and then moaned.

Considering that it was enough, James pulled his finger back out with a quiet popping sound and held his shaft to her hole once more, slightly glistening with grease. He again pushed, feeling as it went in easier this time, and when the Cadian pushed in the head of his shaft inside, Isa let out a drawled moan. James leaned toward her once more caressing her clitoris with one hand, while with the fingers of his other hand he grabbed her breast, playing with her nipple. As he gently kissed her neck, the Cadian pushed his shaft a little harder, plunging it a little bit more, feeling the warm embrace of her ass. Pausing for a moment, he pushed yet again, and then moved back. He again started slow thrusts, gradually sinking his rod deeper and deeper into her tight ass, stretching her walls, to the music of Isa's moans and squeaks coming with every slight push.

When his shaft had entered her almost by half, Isa let out a shuddering breath and moaned and then stood up on her knees, turning her head to the human. Their lips merged in a kiss, tongues again began to squirm against each other and James pulled her to him tightly, pushing deeper and causing Isa to moan into his mouth with her eyes closed. With each of his pushes her moans became more passionate, a little pain and discomfort giving way to a delight which she had never experienced. She began to match her squirms to his slow rhythm, allowing him to sink ever deeper into her virgin ass.

Her caution was driven away by arousal and passion, and she abruptly moved her ass back, taking in the entire shaft of human as she let out muffled screams into his mouth when she felt the head of his rod gently bump her cervix through her thin innermost walls. James slowed down for a moment, and Isa decided to take the initiative and begin to move her hips, spurred by her growing pleasure and excitement. It was probably the most perverted thing that she has done in her life, she was doing it with a human; and she enjoyed every second of it! This only added to her delight, she was enjoying the feeling of the thick human cock in her ass, and Isa deepened their already passionate kiss even more. In response, James' fingers that caressed her clitoris went down lower, and he slipped his middle and ring fingers into her pussy, plunging both of her sides simultaneously with thrusts, causing Isa to moan without stopping.

Her pussy squelched from his caresses, juices running down the inner surface of her thighs, and they kissed with such passion they almost forgot to breathe. It was enough for Isa to let out muffled screams and moans, and a few drops of juice splashed from her pussy as she was plunged into the most perverse orgasm in her life. A moment later, James made a particularly strong push, and with a groan erupted his warm seed deep in the Seer's tight ass.

For a few moments they froze in their embrace then their lips parted, both breathing heavily. Then Isa, with some reluctance, slowly got off his shaft and they fell onto the bedsheets. James felt tired as never before in his life and quickly fell asleep. Isa laid down beside him, stroking his chest and catching her breath.

"By Vaul and Kurnous, that was just what I needed. Me'risu surely will not mind if I borrow him if I require him again." she said in a slightly husky voice. Then, her body relaxed and she fell asleep next to the Cadian with a smile on her lips.

***

Mere hours laters, James started abruptly. His body was sore all over and he'd gladly sleep twenty standard hours more, but the imperative that had woken him spurred him on: he had to return to the Chosen of Fortune, quickly. Stumbling around in the dark, he tried to find his clothing.

"What is wrong?" the soft voice of Me'risu came as she lit a small light.

"I need to go back before I am missed." James answered, pulling on his pants as Isa woke up as well. "My boss won't like me not answering if he needs me... And worse, I'd like to see you explain a human stowaway on board. Or no, I'd rather really, really, really not see it."

To his surprise, both Eldar simply exchanged a glance and snickered.

"Okay, what am I missing?" he grumbled.

"You still have time." Isa explained softly, "we can feel the ship, and we know Autarch Kayleth hasn't come back yet, nor have the departure procedures started. Your panic is... well... childish."

"Oh..." James answered, subdued, but the reassurance calmed him, and as both women climbed out of bed to assist him, he quickly put on his combat armor once more.

When the Cadian was ready to return to the Chosen of Fortune, Isa stopped him asking to stay for a while. Then she sat down on a small ottoman and closed her eyes taking a deep breath. When her eyes opened, James saw that they glowed with the seer's psychic energy. The Cadian shuddered, frowning in disapprovement, his very being instinctively recoiling from witchcraft, but Me'risu gently took his hand and smiled at him. Her caring, loving touch reassured James.

After several minutes of almost complete immobility, Isa finally got up and turned to the Cadian, her eyes were normal again. "You will return to your ship in half an hour, when there will be a minimum number of staff. I'll make sure that the Guardians will not be guarding the gateway. However, our Autarch will be back soon after that, so I advise you to hurry."

In response, James just nodded and left the room into the empty hallway behind Me'risu and Isa, who once again used for a moment her psychic powers. The three then moved cautiously through the corridors toward the gateway. When they reached it, they did not see any guards and James quickly slipped in the transition bay.

Behind him came Me'risu and pulling him back for a moment, she tenderly kissed him. In response, he took her hand and strongly embraced her. When their lips parted, they looked into each other's eyes for a few moments, and Me'risu touched his mind for a moment, handing him her feelings, which could not be fully expressed in words. The Cadian smiled in response, and then released her hand and stepped through the gateway.

When Me'risu returned to her room along with Isa she immediately turned to mentor.

"Why did not you tell him everything that you saw? Why did not you tell him that Lord Trask will find out that he was here?"

The Seer fell silent for a moment, then she smiled. "Hmm, you keep impressing me. I did not think that you would be able to look into the skein without the node of the Infinity Circuit, even if only following me in."

"You did not answer my question,"  Me'risu insisted grimly, ignoring her praise.

"Do not worry about your lover Me'risu. He'll be fine," Isa said soothingly.

"But Lord Trask..."

"Will not harm him. Believe me," the Seer interrupted. Seeing the puzzled look of Me'risu she continued with a sly smile. "All humans have their own dirty secrets. And Amadeus Trask wouldn't try to punish your lover for something that he himself has done. And let this be a lesson to you child, of not only making sure about your vision, but on how carefully you choose to act upon it. If I had warned your human, he would have been terrified and might do something rash. Unwarned, he will oppose his master a lot less."

Me'risu's look made it clear that she was not convinced, and in response Isa led her to the console in her room, asking her to connect with the spirit of the ship and see what was happening in the airlock. Still doubting, her disciple obeyed, and touched the console. She felt if she was standing in the gateway chamber and she could see Autarch Kayleth and Amadeus Trask hugging each other.

Shocked by what she saw, she literally bounced off the console. "You foresaw that too?"

"Partly. But I also felt that this Amadeus had deep feelings for our Autarch when I saw him, even if Kayleth is good at hiding behind the mask of Command. Now you understand me?"

"Yes, teacher." Me'risu sighed, although it was a lie. What she understood was that the Path she'd chosen would prove even harder than she could possibly have envisioned.

"Just call me Isa." the older Seer laughed, not fooled, "And come, we must go back to training."

***

Thanks to the talents of Isa, James was able to return to the ship of the Rogue Trader undetected and calmly go back to his cabin. Despite the fact that he did not like witchcraft, he still absolutely sincerely mentally thanked her. "If only our psykers could predict so precisely with their Imperial Tarot..." he thought. But before he could properly relax in bed, he heard as on his bedside table his vox-bead squeaked, which he had taken from his ear. Inserting it back, he heard the voice of a very dissatisfied Rogue Trader.

"Sir, what happened again?" the Cadian began in a tired voice, but his patron rudely interrupted him demanding him to come immediately to his office. The irritation in his voice was so strong that James was taken aback for a moment before replying dutifully that he was on his way.

A moment later, he entered the office of the Rogue Trader. Amadeus Trask sat at his table surrounded by books, but his eyes instantly bored into his chief bodyguard. As soon as the door was closed, the Rogue Trader asked him. "So, James, tell me what did you do after performing my last assignment?"

The former Kasrkin gulped and tried to make a slightly surprised face expression. "Um, nothing important, sir, just having some fun along with the junior officers..."

"Benson, you don't know how to lie properly, so don't even try." The eyes of the Rogue Trader drilled into him even worse than his old Commissar, "Answer me, soldier. Your life depends on your answer."

"Sir, what makes you think that I did something... untoward?" James asked, gaining himself a moment to order his thoughts.

In responce, Amadeus showed to him his dataslate. On the screen, the Cadian saw his own back turned to pict-recorder of the the transition bay. Then he saw as the door to the Eldar ship opened and saw Me'risu that stood waiting there. The Rogue Trader stopped the video on the moment when the Cadian stepped aboard of the alien ship and followed the Eldar woman.

"So?" Amadeus asked with steel in his voice.

"So, sir, I was paying a friend a visit." James answered, quite matter-of-factly. Judging from Trask's apoplectic visage, he was a dead man, but he would at least try to keep Me'risu out of any fallout. "That woman saved my life the time I followed you on their ship, and unlike you, I can't just invite her on your ship."

James braced himself for the storm as Trask's eye twitched, but Trask's voice remained still and even. "Paying a visit? Are you mocking me? When would you even have arranged
 such?"

"During the meeting, sir." James answered almost truthfully, "We exchanged a few words at the end when you were speaking with... with their leader." He wasn't about to reveal Me'risu had used psychic powers, and his dislike of Kayleth covered any awkwardness. Still, the storm brewing in the rogue Trader's eyes didn't break out.

"Benson, I'm going to ask one last time:" Trask said, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation, "what were you doing on that ship?"

"I don't kiss and tell, sir!" James said, "Forgive me for not sharing the details..." Especially not the fact Isa joined the party.

Completely unexepectedly, his words made Trask stiffen. Only his long familiarity with the Rogue Trader allowed him to remark the minute change in posture, but the man wasn't shocked at his words. Nor angry. He was afraid. Genuinely so, something he'd almost never seen. His eyes narrowing in suspicion, the Cadian looked at his employer. There was no reason for him to be afraid of anything, unless... Unless... Then the realisation hit him. Unless he'd been doing the same thing, of course! That's why he was always insisting on negotiating with the Autarch in person, far from prying eyes.

The two men stood there for a long moment, simply gazing at one another. They knew, and they knew the other knew. James held his mouth welded shut, falling back on his time in the Guard where officers had liasons with women while on garrison duty and the rule was to shut the hell up about it, even if everyone knew about it. If he opened his mouth, he'd only encur his employer's wrath, so he merely watched as Trask sat back down.

"Benson, I should have you shot!" the Rogue Trader sighed, and James remained silent. "Dragged before our Ecclesiarch, flogged until you confess all your sins and then executed." Still James remained silent. "Or better, have you handed back to the Guard for them to do with you as they see fit, and no longer be my problem." Clenching his teeth, James forced himself not to answer, waiting. This was a game whose rules he knew, and if he could only make it past the threats...

"Nothing to say for yourself?" the Rogue Trader finally barked at him.

"No sir!" James answered deadpan, carefully keeping all emotion from his voice, "You pay me to watch your back and keep my mouth shut!" There, subtle, no direct reference to the problem at hand, but a clear reassurance the Rogue Trader's secret was safe with him.

After another moment of gazing intently at one another, Trask grinned. "Get out!" he barked, recognizing he'd been caught, "Get out, get some sleep, and make sure you're at your post tomorrow morning!"