Editing Meet the Primarchs (Warhammer High) (section)

==Meeting Leman Russ==

As Alex turned the bend in the gravel road he came upon what had been colloquially referred to as the 'cabin'. Looking like a mix between a longhouse and a mansion, the massive wooden structure dominated the fenced compound. An auxiliary structure lurking in one corner of the mammoth space looked something like a giant smokehouse, the notion reinforced by the bitter stench of smoke and billowing clouds of black. The other was less easily identified; its discreet glass and ceramic construction seemed more modern than the two others but betrayed nothing of its function. 

He parked his car next to the only other vehicle in sight (an old red pickup truck) and made his way hesitantly toward the fence's wrought iron gate. Despite a passing acquaintance with a few of her cousins Alex had only spoken to Freya a couple of times and never felt that they had established a real connection. He put his musings aside as he placed a hand on the iron bars, and felt a pounding tremor through the metal. The two biggest dogs he had ever seen charged towards the gate, eyes level with his and barking like the hounds of hell.  As they closed the distance in enormous bounds he stepped back from the fence, terror preparing him for fight or flight.

Luckily for him the decision was taken from his hands, as a voice from the house rang out. “FREKI!  GERI!  STOP!" The dogs halted in an instant, impossibly arresting nearly a half-ton of muscle in the blink of an eye. GET BACK HERE, LEAVE HIM ALONE!” His savior strode towards him across the trampled grass.  Freya, daughter of Leman Russ, the school's star athlete, and his own personal angel grinned apologetically as she reached the gate.

“Hey Alex, are you OK?  I hope my dad’s wolves didn’t scare you too much..” she said, toying with a strand of her fiery red hair.  As his panic subsided, he reexamined the monstrous wolves he'd mistaken for dogs.  He was overjoyed to see their expressions shifting from bloodlust to a happy, benign curiosity, and even happier to have only fallen on his rear at their approach.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine” he replied as he sheepishly stood.

“Bad Freki, bad Geri, get!  Go hunt something,” she said as she released the simple steel catch from the gate.  The lupine duo ran happily past him, pausing only to mark their territory on his car before dashing into the deep forests surrounding the compound. Freya grabbed his arm. “You wanna come in? I’m pretty much all set up” she said, leading toward the house. 

“Sure” he said, still shocked from his encounter and not knowing what to expect inside. When they stepped inside the enormous wooden fastness Alex felt they'd passed through a portal in time, into some ancient warrior chieftain's lodge. Trophies of battle hung from thick oak rafters in the open structure above axes and armor adorning the walls. The ground floor, on the other hand, was spartan and rustic, seemingly designed for stability and simple comfort. Alex's mind jumped to a quick conclusion: keeping such sturdy items far from the ground might normally be used to protect the inhabitants from bumping into them or injuring themselves, but in this household the decorations were probably more easily damaged than the normal occupants...

“So... why did you call me?” he asked, still gazing at the rough ornamentation around the hall.

“Well, I had this bad sparring session with my cousin Furia. We ended up tossing and turning on the floor, her being on top then me on top and some other weird positions” she said with a smile, while he tried to hide what he was visualizing in his mind. “Anyway, my back and neck got stuck something fierce, so Furia suggested that I call you up to massage those knots away, she said you worked magic on her back once or twice.”  Her smile widened as though she knew exactly what he was thinking.

“A massage. That's what you called me for? Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate that my talent is starting to be recognised. I want to be a masseur after all, but we could have done this at school instead” he said with a mix of surprise and annoyance over the fact that he had driven an hour out of town, nearly been attacked by giant freaking wolves and having had one of them urinate on his car just to give her a massage. 

“Well, I thought it would be better if you could give me a private message... all alone at my house, where there is no one else around for kilometers to get the wrong idea. I mean, what would they think if they saw you giving me a back rub at school?” she said, cocking her head into a more persuasive puppy-dog look than any on Terra had ever seen.

“Wait, your dad isn’t here?”

“Of course not, he’s working at his bar till later tonight. So like I said we're all alone. Come on, I already set up your work station” she said with a toothy grin, the product of his red face. She took his hand and led him to what probably served as a rec room, if the expensive pict-screen and entertainment cogitators were any evidence. A large table sat before the couch, adorned with a pair of blankets and a pillow for comfort. “Here it is,” she said cheerfully, pointing. Flipping an emplaced music-vox on, she lay down on the table and looked back at him before batting her eyebrows coquettishly. “You can work your magic now Alex,” before adding “You don’t mind if I turn the radio on, do you? Is there a station you'd prefer?”

“No problem, anything’s good” he said, not really caring what kind of music she put on as he stared at her back. Freya Russ, the school's leading athlete and one of the most beautiful girls at school, lay unceremoniously upon the table. She wasn’t beautiful in the classical, untouchable way like her cousins Angela or Victoria: her beauty was a wild one, honest and untamed.

“Hey woolhead, are you going to start or what?”

Snapping out of his reverie he started to massage her neck, hopefully before she could guess what he was thinking. “Tell me if I’m applying too much pressure or-”  “Mmmmmmm that feels gooooood...” she moaned, interrupting him.

As his face continued to redden he continued: “O-or if you want more pressure. I’ll start by your neck and work my way lower, tell me if I hit a knot.” He continued to massage her neck for the next ten minutes as the occasional moan escaped from her lips. After he was done with the neck he moved down to the shoulder blade area, feeling the first real knot. This produced several more moans from Freya, alongside other remarks of praise for his work. He moved even lower on her back, finding more knots, but being unable to completely work them out as her bra was impeding his progress. After a few minutes of frustration over not being able to receive the full benefits from her massage, Freya got up and turned away from Alex.

“Ok, that's it, this is coming off.”

“What’s coming off?” Asked Alex unsure of what was happening. 

“This” she said, sliding off her shirt and throwing it into a corner. Her grey/blue bra quickly joined the shirt. Alex in the mean time was trying and failing to look away from Freya bountiful bosom, at which she hid a coy grin. She then lay back down on the table and beckoned him to continue.

“Y-you sure you don’t want your shirt back or something?” said Alex, blushing redder than he had ever felt in his life and trying the best he could to hide a growing excitement. Freya had a reputation at school for being a tease, but if she didn't feel like playing she could likely beat the stuffing of out him. He forced himself to focus obsessively on her reputed regular competitive sparring against Furia, which unfortunately had the opposite of the desired effect.

“Now get back to work. That last was feeling sooo good...” she crooned seductively. As Alex returned his attention fully to her now fully exposed back, more moans escaped Freya. After a few rapturous minutes she turned and looked back at him. “Alex, come here. I have a secret to tell you...” Alex moved closer to her face, her lips a mere inches from his. She whispered in his ear, her breath hot and sulky “I wanted you to know that I-”

The front door slammed open in an eruption of sound and violence as a titanic voice shouted shouted at the top of its lungs. “FREYA... I’M HO-OME!”. 
It sounded rich, rough, deep, and by the tonal variation not entirely sober.

“I’m in the living room, dad!  I’m with Alex” 

Alex had no idea what to do. What in the name of the emperor would a drunken Leman Russ do to him? His half naked daughter seen with a guy he didn’t know would be a circumstance in which the male in question would be certain to perish. Luckily for him, he didn’t get the chance to find out as Freya jumped up and pulled on her T-shirt, her pert nipples poking at the fabric. She gave him a wink.

As her father walked into the room she rushed to hug him, yelling out “Daddy!” She was immediately enfolded in the arms of a bear-like figure easily filling the wide entry to the room.  “How come you're home early?”  She inquired, her tone barely hinting at her annoyance.

“Well, Freya, you know uncle Lion... he and I got in a disagreement and somehow the bar got a bit damaged...” he said, holding his muscular daughter like she weighed no more than a baby.

“You started a fight with uncle Lion again! What was it this time, did you call him a tranny again?” she asked her father teasingly.
 
“Alas, not this time. More importantly, who is this?” he said, as though noticing Alex for the first time. His gaze passed over the young man like a boot over a flea, eyes wide and expressive.

“Alex, this is my dad. Dad, this is Alex. You know him, his dad Mark works for you at the bar." She disentangled herself and moving to embrace Alex.
 
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir.” said Alex, extending his hand.

As Leman Russ crushed his hand in a huge iron grip, the primarch sniffed the air curiously, as if an unfamiliar odor was displeasing him. His eyes hardened, and refocused on Alex. "Son, I think you better go home.  I don’t want to do something my daughter might resent me for.” As he said those words, the blood drained from Alex’s face. Before he could say anything Freya pulled him away, sweeping him quickly to the door.

“I’ll see you Monday” she said and then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before shoving him out into the grass.
 
As Alex was leaving he could clearly hear shouting from inside the house, and he hurried awkwardly to his car. As he got in, feeling empty and sad, his gaze drifted across the fenced yard to the woods. Two pairs of great, yellow eyes watched him pull swiftly away.