Editing Heretical Love (section)

=== Thread 3: YOU... DOUBLE MON-KEIGH! ===

Thin streams of sunlight pour through the morning dew of the fronds above you. Golden, exuberant, and warm.
You can hear the soft waves as they creep back and forth across the beach, and various birds singing for joy of a fresh day.
The reassuring sounds begin to put you back to sleep. The small shelter you built keeps just enough of the sun out that you think you’ll drift off for another few hours.
All while so comfortably warm, though oddly your front seems warmest despite facing away from the entrance…
Your eyes pry open just a crack, but you can’t see much through the red hair.
Wait wut.
Your pupils dilate as your heart goes from a relative calm to being chased through the jungle by a Eversor assassin in a running battle of drug-fueled destruction that only fate can decide.
It is at that moment you realize, the air around you is actually quite cool, a bit uncomfortably so even.
What’s keeping you warm, in fact, is that you are currently spooning the fuck out of Esh.

Badger shit cunts, this is bad. If she wakes up, she’ll hit you with that spear. Power of a bolter, accuracy of an Exitus rifle. One hit from that and it’s all over.
Unfortunately, you can’t ignore the fact that her barely-covered ass has apparently parked itself right on your dick, which itself is… Well… Fully enjoying the morning, as it were.
You swallow hard, mind racing in some desperate bid to come up with an exit strategy. Your other mind is telling you to have at it and patting you on the back in celebration.
Further damning the situation, your arm is wrapped around her chest tightly, and you can make out some soft underboob.
While it is true you aren’t sure how she will react to this situation, the thought crosses your mind that perhaps it would be best to not find out…

Just as you start to try to disengage yourself from this situation, your own body betrays you.
The sound of you ripping ass, a long-winded release of concentrated warp energy, fills the small shelter…
“JUST AS PLANNED!!” Tzeentch crows happily from inside the warp.
Esh stirs slightly, and for a brief moment it appears that perhaps she will remain asleep.
“Enjoy the moment while it lasts, mon-keigh. For it shall be your last.”
Well, it was nice knowing yourself.

Eshwe sits up, her neck cracking as it turns around to face you. Her normally turquoise eyes are now glowing with arcane energy as they lock onto you.
“Wait! Wait, Esh, this is a misunderstanding!” You stammer, backing up and searching desperately for your pants.
Esh smiles, but it isn’t a pleasant like “Oh ok, good morning though.” Kind of smile. More like a “I will enjoy tearing you apart with my mind.” Grin of madness.

“Damn it Esh, this is your fault! I made you your own place to sleep, what in the Emprah’s name are you doing in my bed!?”
You don’t think this last desperate bid will matter, the air has begun to crackle ominously with energies you cannot even begin to fathom. A small little rat-like thing scurries away, as though even it can sense shit is about to go south.
Esh’s eyes grow even more intense, you can no longer make out her pupils. They are smoldering so bright you can’t even look at them without it hurting your head.
But then, just as suddenly as they had ignited, her eyes returned to normal. Esh looks around slightly before turning back to you.
“I’m not putting it past you to have swifted me away for your… Carnal desires… But I can’t prove it.” She sighs as she crosses her arms.
“I’m going to change.” She adds.
You relax as relief floods though your body. Until Esh clocks you overhead.
“Oi, you, mon-keigh! When a girl says she’s going to change, that means you get out of the room! Go find something for breakfast.”
Esh grabs one of her fishing rods and starts swinging away at you until she herds you out of the shelter. Once you are finally outside she tosses the rod after you.
Well at least you survived the morning. Hell, a part of you even enjoyed it.
You are a bit hungry, you admit. Though one thought seems to be shoving the others aside. Inside that small shelter, which is in no way wind-proof, is a naked Farseer.

A guardsman without his pants is like a boy wifout ‘iz choppah, sumfin bout it ain't right.
“Hold up, Esh, I need my pants!”
You lean back down to the entrance of the shelter. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dimness.
Esh is frozen, her face a look of shock. Back to you, arms outstretched above her. Wearing nothing but a gaze that says you had better go chance a swim with Ra’alman because he might be more merciful.
A sudden blast of psyonic energy throws you backward, and as you careen through the air, you can’t help but still picture that bare heretical xeno ass. Worth it? Maybe.
You land face down in the sand. As you start to get up, a rough foot on your head shoves you back down.
“If I didn’t have somewhere I needed to be, I would enjoy taking my time murdering you, you… DOUBLE MON-KEIGH!!!”
Esh doesn’t let you up, instead choosing to grind your face in the sand.
“You might be of some use to me later though, so I’ll give you a way to contact me in case I need to summon you, whelp.”
A flash of searing pain explodes in your head, your jaw contorting in agony. You suddenly know what frequency to contact Esh on.
The Farseer is nowhere to be found by the time you pick yourself off of the beach.
You wash the sand off in the alien sea, making sure to stay close to shore and keeping an eye out for the fish-fag from yesterday, as you ponder what to do next…

You decide that checking out the Tau first is probably your best bet. The hot springs are close by and surrounded by thick woods which should offer you good cover to observe from.
You could also use a bath, salt water leaves a sticky residue.

A nearby Sentinel makes for quick travel, or would, if you had any idea how to drive one.
“Empruh titty fucking Terra!” You yell as you faceplant the walking vehicle into the sand. Oh well, you are better off on foot from here anyways. What did the driving instructor call you at basic training again? A “being of unfathomable destruction whilst driving, do not allow within four meters of any controls.” Or something like that.
“Alright, let’s do this shit.” You mutter as you start sneaking through the woods. You may not be a Stormtrooper (not that you were too short to try out), but you can be pret-ty damn sneaky.

The damp ground and thick foliage make it slow going, and you really hope you don’t just stumble into a fucking Kroot or something.
Finally you see more light streaming through the canopy and you can smell a tinge of sulfur. You are close.
Belly crawling now, you avoid a two foot long caterpillar, keeping a close eye on it, when suddenly your head bumps into something hard.
Looking up you stare into the face… Thing… Of a crisis battle suit. A plethora of guns staring your right in the face.
You fully accept your swift demise before noticing the hatch is open, and the cockpit unoccupied. What appears to be a thin yellow skin-tight outfit of some kind hanging off of it.
You sneak away from the suit, finding a bit of high ground next to a particularly large tree.
Poking your head out from the bushes ever so slightly, you are completely startled at what you see.
Down below you, fully visible in the middle of the spring, is a lone Tau.
…And she is gloriously naked.
You watch, utterly infatuated, as she pours water down her front. Soap bubbles run down between her perfectly formed size F, perky and yet round, greater goods.
“Oh this is such heresy…” You groan quietly as you feel a swelling in your pants.
You have never been this close to a Tau, but this one is way different from what you’ve seen before. For starters, clearly a woman.

Her skin is a lighter hue of blue, maybe from lack of sunlight crammed in that suit all day? Bright violet hair falls just past her shoulders. She also looks young, not that you really know what a young Tau girl looks like, but certainly nothing like the grizzled fire warriors you are used to. Just… Young. Like someone your age would look, if they had blue skin.
You know this is textbook heresy, the bolter bitches would be roasting you alive if they knew. “Thou shall not extend thy wood over Xenos.” Or some such. You can’t look away though, eyes glued to the soft curvy body innocently washing itself before you.
The Tau girl reaches down with a cloth and soaps up her plump ass. You find yourself subconsciously fiddling for the mark IIV K.West-pattern sun shield goggles you left with your old gear, as you bite your bottom lip.
She drops the cloth accidentally and starts to bend down to retrieve it.
“Oh Terra…” You lean forward for a better view.
*SNAP*

A twig cracks under your knee and you stop moving, stop breathing.
The Tau girl whirls around and freezes, she clearly sees you.
“Kyaaaaa!” She yells in a high, surprisingly girly voice, before dropping into the water leaving just her head exposed.
Before you can react, she produces a pistol and points it at you with a shaking hand.
“Wait!” You plead, “Wait, I’m not here to fight!” You hold out your hands to show you are unarmed, weapowns in the dirt behind you.
The Tau girl looks at you wide-eyed, terrified. Her cheeks have turned a brilliant pink. “D-did y-you see?” She stammers, still pointing the pistol.
“Only a little! None of your bits!” You lie quickly and hopefully convincingly.
She doesn’t look like she buys it entirely, but she lowers the gun slightly. “A-are you the… The only one here?” She asks quietly.
If you didn’t know any better you would have to think she is actually… Embarrassed?
“Yep, just me.” You tell her in your best soothing voice.
“Pretty sure I’m the last guardsman on the planet too.”
“What d-do you want?” She asks, still hiding her body, though the pistol is no longer trained on your head.
You think hard. You aren’t really sure why you are here, sure the skull data and whatnot. But really, why ARE you here?

“Just a soak, care if I join you?” You ask nonchalantly, as though this had really been your plan all along.
The Tau girls face blushes even harder.
“I guess.” She stammers, clearly torn between an indoctrinated belief and the fact that she is quite without clothes.
Wasting no time you strip down to your heresy-blockers and go into the warm water.
The dried salt is stripped away from your skin, you instantly feel refreshed and for the first time since clambering out of a pile of dead orcs, clean.
“Wow, I can see why you were in here.” You remark as you wipe the water off of your face.
The Tau girl is in front of you, everything under her eyes is now below the water as she watches you.
“Hey, relax, I’m really not going to hurt you, I swear by the Emprah.” You smile and try to look as friendly as a peeping tom can be.
The rest of her head pops up and she smiles at you weakly, her face still flush.
“Well, I’ll admit it is nice having company, I don’t really like being alone.” She mutters as she pushes her two index fingers together, eyes darting between you and the water.
Without warning the Tau girl shrieks and jumps, eyes wide with fright. She runs right at you and you both crash backwards into the water. Blue xeno funbags now pressing hard against your face.

“Hey now, let’s at least see a movie first or something…” You laugh as you try to stand back up, face still entrapped by soft skin.
“Wha-what?” She stammers, looking at you, much of which is buried in her cleavage.
“Well I mean, call me old fashioned but…”
She cuts you off by jumping on you, wrapping her legs around your torso.
“NOOOOHHHH, THE WATER, ROOK!” She screams in fright.
Barely managing to escape from the titty-trap, you look down into the water below, and gulp hard at what you see.
Tyranids. Little ones. They so cuuuuuute.

“What is this, I don’t even…” But you are cut off as she grips you even harder, crushing you with her massive boobage.
“I motherfucking hate fucking tyranids! Fucking Help me!” She cries, still gripping you hard.
Unable to see, but not wanting to be submerged in a pool full of ‘nids, you do your best to start wading to shore.
“Mphf mmphh smeeee” You mumble, mouth blocked.
She stops panicking for a brief moment. “Huh?” She asks.
It takes a bit of effort to wedge yourself further between her tits so you can clear your face and look up at her.
“I can’t see.”

She must have realized now that she is naked, wet, and gripping you hard enough to give you a vivid feeling of her space communist parts. Either Tau girls don’t grow any hair down there, or this one shaves.
Her face turns almost entirely purple, still, she doesn’t let go.
“Just get me out of here…” She pleads.
Well, it isn’t like you to deny a naked female clinging to you.
Walking out is difficult, the bottom of the spring is full of rocks and sudden drop-offs.
It doesn’t help that the little ‘nids have also started biting at you.
“ow Ow OW!” You are running as fast as you can, head bouncing into breasts, as you try to escape the clutches of those annoying little fucks.

Your feet finally meet dry land and you dash up the slope as fast as you can, not sure whether or not the bugs are still giving chase.
A root catches you and before you can react, you are falling. You twist mid-air, as it would be more than a little rude to break your fall with someone you just met.
Your head hits hard and there is a ringing in your ears, but you are alive.
“Ugghh.” Is all you manage to groan, rubbing at your temples.
That is, until you realize there is something warm and wet grinding into your groin.
The Tau girl is still on top of you, her pelvis right against yours. Your boxers are soaked right through and were thin to begin with, and you have some kind of fear-erection.
Oh the heresy…
She is trembling, hands gripping you at the shoulders tightly, breasts dangling inches above your face.
Only you realize, she isn’t looking at you, but at something behind you.
You crane your neck hard, which is painful after the fall, and see the soulless grin of a Hive Tyrant smiling at you from but yards away.
…Acid dripping from what looks like some kind of pelvis-mounted bile cannon.

You snatch up your belt and tear open one of your pouches. Dumping the contents out quickly into a pile of snow five inches high.
Without a word you flop your face down into it, snorting madly.
“What are you doing!? Now isn’t the time to use that!” She screams at you, shaking you madly.
You look up from the pile, your face blanketed with snow, much clinging to your day-old stubble.
The Hive Tyrant closes in, and you think it’s actually laughing at you as it does so.
It’s too late, your desperate bid failed you.

“Sorry babe, I really thought that would work.” You apologize to her, smiling sadly.
Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle.
“IIII’MMMMM ONNNNNNNNN DRUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Doomrider, in all his flaming-headed glory, bursts from a hole in the warp, headed straight at the Hive Tyrant.
Half a dozen daemonettes cling to him, with ahego faces as Doomrider’s twelve dicks please them all simultaneously.
His bike flies at the Hive Tyrant, and Doomrider slams a bottle labeled “Secret stash” as he swings a massive chain axe at the same time.

The tyranid doesn’t have time to react as its head is lopped clean off.
Just as quickly as he appeared, another warp hole opens and Doomrider sails into it in a flurry of white powder, needles, and semen.
“STAY EXCELLENT!” He cackles madly before disappearing.
The Tau girl’s face is frozen in a “what the fuck did I just see” stare.
You almost lay back down until you hear a fury of scurrying claws from the tree line as four jeanstealers burst forth, charging at you.
Grabbing the Tau’s hand as her eyes spin from the terror, you pull her into a run, barely managing to snatch up your sword and pistol as you do.
Looking back you see the ‘nids eagerly devouring your clothes. They are getting closer to your hat.
The Tau girl is barely conscious as she runs behind you.
Your hat waves sadly back at you as a ‘nid moves in to eat it.
“I’ll never forget you, Commissar-kun.”

You run with all the fury of Angron and the Angry Marines all rolled into one toward your beloved cap.
A tyranid picks up the hat and smiles at the aspect of devouring such a glorious thing.
“No, Hat-chan, nooooooo!!!!”

It’s impossible, there is no way you can make the shot from here. The distance is too great for even your mad laspistol skills. Also your madly jittering hands don’t help, but you feel ALIVE.
Still, you take the shot, and it manages to hit. But the tyranid shrugs off the blow, it’s carapace saving it.
You can only watch in horror as your beloved cap is devoured whole.
“NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” You yell, crashing to your knees, your life suddenly empty.

A bolt of plasma cuts the ‘nid in half.
With misted eyes you see the carcass spinning in the air, xeno guts and blood spraying every which way.
But wait… No… It can’t be.
“HAT-CHANNNNNN!!!!”

The Commissar hat leaves the genestealer body through the ex-back way, and sails to you. Covered in terrible things, yes, but intact.
The Crisis battle suit crashes through the forest behind you, knocking trees aside. With a robot-like efficiency it obliterates the other two ‘nids. Unfortunately with less precision, vaporizing your clothes along with them.

“Nice shot blueberry!” You yell with a fist pump.
The Crisis battle suit kicks the dirt, embarrassed.
“Really, it was nothing….” The booming microphone says.
You wash your beloved hat off in the hot spring, punting any little ‘nid that gets too close.
Heavy stomping shakes the ground slightly as the suit walks up beside you and quickly dispatches the little swimming tyranids.
“Hey, you going to climb out of that thing so I can dance in joy with you or what?” You ask, poking the leg of the suit.
For a moment there is no response, but then the suit turns away from you.
“The… The tyranids found my battle suit before I did…”
You shrug, “So?”
“Well… My clothes were gone.” She finally admits.
An awkward moment is just about to pass when you hear the furious howls of yet more tyranids, having just found their kin shredded by plasma.
“Time to go!” You shout, hopping up, before pausing.
“I’m going to need a ride, there is no way we are outrunning them on foot.”

“Let me in, let me in, LET ME INNNN!!!” The tyranids screams are getting closer, and fast.
The suit reels back.
“B-b-but I’m… NAKED!” She protests, the suit shaking its head back and forth.
“Now isn’t the time to be shy, you were smothering me with your love balloons earlier!” You yell as you search for some kind of exterior hatch-release.
With a hiss the cockpit falls open, and the Tau girl sits there, covering her nether region with one hand and unsuccessfully attempting to cover her breasts with her other arm.
Quickly you hop inside, the cockpit is cramped and alive with light. You don’t read Tau so you don’t know what any of it means though.
The cockpit closes and re-starts it’s forward view screen.
The Tau girl struggles to look around you, moving her head back and forth. She looks like she is torn between grabbing the controls and continuing to hide herself.
“I can’t pilot like this.” She finally admits.
You aren’t left with much of a choice.
“Get up, hurry.”
Without question she rises from her seat, her body pressing into yours.
You swing around her as you assume the command seat.
“All right, now sit down and get this yellow brick of death moving.”
For a moment, nothing happens.
“But I’m naked, and you are ALMOST naked!” She finally pleads.
A tyranid leaps up onto the back of the suit and starts slashing at it furiously.
“No time girl, let’s go!” You spin her around and yank her down onto your lap.
Her ass engulfs your pelvis, and despite your best efforts, your little phallic object stands at attention, poking her in the cheek.

Not that she has time to think about that, as her hands fly over the controls and the suit lurches to life. You are smooshed by dat heretical ass even more as the suit flies upwards, tossing off the ‘nid.
“There are too many, we are going to have to fight them off!” She yells.
“Can you handle this many?” You ask, unsure really how many ‘nids are really out there, you cant see the screen, as it is blocked by epic side boob.
“I can try.” She finally says as the suit crashes back down.
The Tau girl swiftly moves the controls to avoid another warrior that leaps at the suit.
The sudden motion causes both of you to shift hard in the seat, and you find suddenly that it has also disengaged the purity seal keeping you in, as it were.
The phallic object ventures out, ready for exterminatus, as it slips into the crack.
The feel of her still wet ass cleavage encompassing you is beyond words, Slaanesh himself jealous of your pleasure.
There is an massive fight raging outside, but you are in your own little world now.
Every dodge, every strike, causes her to shift around. You can only sit and praise the Emprah for your luck as her wet ass slides back and forth along your heavy bolter.
“We’re going to have to hit the jump jets again!” She yells.
Her ass is thrust down on you, making the most epic hot dog in the universe and awakening the great void dragon.

“In the Emprah’s name…” You whisper, convulsing with pleasure.
You can’t hold it in. Bolter fire explodes on her ass.
Your body shudders as her hips move on their own, grinding on your champion as he fires hot bursts of plasma into the canyon.
“Hah, I finally got them all!” She yells in triumph, until her voice trails off.
“What was that hard thing, and why is my butt wet Commissar?”
She reaches a hand back and rubs her crack, then looks inquisitively at the white heresy on her hand.
The Tau girl tilts her head slightly, before giving her fingers a curious lick.

“Oh man, I can’t actually believe that happened!” Nurlge belches and laughs madly from his throne.
“Hey Tzeentch, hey? Was that “Just as planned?” I thought you hated this guy!”
Tzeentch glowers in the corner, sulking.

"Its... Ah...Food. Guardsman custom for being saved, all yours blue."
She gives you a quizzical look before shrugging.
"It would be rude of me to deny custom, but do I have to eat it off of you though?" She asks, a bit hesitant at the thought.
"Uh... Yeah... Traditions and all, you understand."
The Tau girl pauses for a moment before turning around in the cramped cockpit and lowering her face to your groin.
The High inquisitor has taken a hit, lost a wound, but he stands back up in defiance, ready to blast the xeno.
She begins to lick you, her soft tongue sliding across your thighs and shaft slowly, lapping up the heretical juices.
You moan in ecstasy, and she looks up at you unsure.
"All part of the ritual..." You assure her.
She buys it, and lowers herself back down, brushing the hair out of her face.
She pauses at your defiant champion as he madly waves his chainsword, before taking him in her mouth.
"Praise the Emprah..." You mumble at the sensation. Her mouth is ridiculously warm, and her tongue swirls around you, hungrily cleaning you off.
The inquisitor feels the urge to exterminatus rising as the Tau takes more and more of him, eagerly now.

The second black crusade is rapidly approaching.

"FOR THE EMPRAH!!!" You shout as you bury your sword.
The High inquisitor gives the command, exterminatus.
White hot fury erupts from the flagship, soaring into the foul xeno void.
The Tau girl panics, eyes wide, and tries to pull away. You hold her there though, until the inquisitor, mission accomplished, succumbs to his wounds and shrivels.
When you finally let her go she coughs and then, unexpectedly, smiles.
"Don't think I didn't know what you were up to, guardsman, but you did save me from those awful bugs."
She manages, mouth full.
You can hardly hear her from your position on the golden throne as you and the Emprah celebrate the day.
"Thanks?"

She swallows.
"I'm Ailia!" She finally adds cheerily.

"Max."