Bunker Buddies

The guardsman was anxious. He twitched, almost a full body shiver, about once every other minute. Je-Sha'Ryy took note of every errant movement, every nervous glance. This mon'keigh will not fool me… she thought, glowering disdainfully at the primitive lifeform.

The primate bastard was leaning over a security panel, trying a seemingly random variety of number combinations for the keypad. Je-Sha'Ryy rolled her eyes, perhaps a moment too early.

The door slid open, slamming hard against its stopping mechanism. The rifleman had swung his lasgun up to his shoulder and was jogging into the dark vault, shouting various commands into the empty space in his unevolved tongue, seemingly in the feeble hope that one of his subpar allies was lurking about.

Je-Sha'Ryy paused a moment, before calling after him, "I will not conform to some hideous mon'keigh trap to seduce and ravage me! You will have to take me by force!" Her cheeks were bright red, and her crimson-tipped ears were flicking hard at the thought of the particularly tall human pinning her petite elven body against the floor before sliding his cock inside her…

"Oh, by the Emperor, woman, hurry up or you'll get cut off by the automated locking mechanism!" Her reluctant companion called back. 

She hesitated for a moment before replying, "Y-you better not try anything uncouth, ape!!" She ran into the bunker, past the closing doors, her movements faster than the pathetic simian could track.

"Great…" the human muttered, his greedy eyes desperately scanning every part of the room that wasn't her expertly fleshcrafted body. His eyes furiously devoured every nook and cranny of his surroundings except for her lewdly exposed, tightly packed, absurdly bountiful cleavage that was spilling out past the torn layer of thin fabric that had been worn over her masterfully rendered armor.

"Looks clear, now just follow me and we will be perfec-" the mon'keigh's voice was simply trembling with lust, and she couldn't allow him to continue on with his lecherous tone.

"No! No, I simply cannot let you carry me off into the shadows to have your way with me!!" Je-Sha'Ryy shouted, her voice pointed and assertive, and her eyes tightly shut in defiance and anticipation.

The human gave her an exasperated look before replying, "Lady, I don't give a damn what you do, but I'm headed down towards the reserves shelter. There's food and heat there, but if you wanna stay in the upper levels during an exterminatus, be my fucking guest." He had already taken off by the time the craftworlder had opened her eyes.

Hurriedly chasing behind the spectacularly sized human, Je-Sha'Ryy shouted, "If you're trying to drag me off to some corner to have your way with me Mon'keigh, you should know I won't go easily into the darkn-" she was cut off when the ape-thing stopped in his tracks and spun about on his heels, presenting a solid barrier between her and whatever else was in front of her.

"I do not give a FUCK about your elf sensibilities, knife-ear, but if you keep this horny bullshit up, I swear to the God-Emperor that I will perforate you until death with lasbolts, do you understand me? You want some dick? Ask! Don't pull the weird, coy, accusatory BULLSHIT!" The mon'keigh's index finger was inches from Je-Sha'Ryy's face. She had never been confronted so forcefully before, given that she was just an artisan. It was overwhelmingly invigorating.

Tears began to stream down her face as uncontrolled sobs escaped her lips, and she fell to her knees, clinging to the nearly five-cubit-tall man's belt as she wept, staring up into his eyes as inconsolable distress filled her face. The guardsman gritted his teeth and looked away before glancing back down at her and asking, "What in the Warp do you need right now!?"

The eldar wept, tightly hugging the guardsman's legs as she sputtered out, "Make me feel safe!!" Over and over again. 

The Cadian sighed, looked down, and said, "Fine. I will get you someplace safe. Just… please, stop doing this!" He gestured down at Je-Sha'Ryy, who took a moment to compose herself before standing up.

"G-good…" muttered the guardsman.

Sensing some discomfort, the recovered elf replied, "If you weren't so focused on my sexually irresistible form, your barbaric mind would be able to focus!" Her glare was more than implicative, and he recoiled from it.

"Sexually irresistible!?" shouted the primate, "You're the one who's been staring at me like a dildo with legs! The fucking audacity you must have to accuse ME of such disgusting behavior! How fucking DARE you, xenos whore!" The fury behind his voice made Je-Sha'Ryy's nethers drip with lust. 

Attempting to bury her perverse and frankly embarrassing desires, Je-Sha'Ryy shouted, "All you monkeys ever think about is filling us gorgeous and noble Aeldari women with your disgusting gorilla seed!"

In a moment, the mon'keigh was upon her. "Oh, fuck you, I haven't made a single advance on you!" Shouted the towering human, his exceptional frame dwarfing her diminutive form. Her lust flared against her will as she felt the heat of his face mere inches from hers.

"If you truly were disinterested, you wouldn't be so close to me!" She cried, yet her hands were pressed against the portion of waist just above his hips that his slightly undersized flak vest left exposed. Her fingertips dug hard into his flesh, and she watched his cheeks turn a lustful crimson.

"You- you wench! Take your hands away from me! Do not attempt to sedu-" as he shouted, she pushed forward against him, slipping under his delectably long and well-muscled arms, hugging him so tightly that his flak jacket pressed into her windpipe a bit.

"Please don't leave!" She shouted, weeping against his neck, her tears pouring torrentially down her face, "I'll do anything to stay safe!" She felt him sigh more than she heard it.

"Fine," the mon'keigh growled, "but, please, you can let go of me. You don't owe me anythi-" Despite his reply, her grip tightened and her sobbing intensified.

"P-please just be gentle!" She shouted, as she began grinding her crotch against his thigh. She felt his entire body tense for a moment, before he suddenly snapped.

"BY THE EMPEROR, I TOLD YOU THAT YOU OWE ME NOTHING!!" the powerful, shockingly fit guardsman shouted, "BUT SO HELP ME, IF YOU KEEP PRESSING YOURSELF AGAINST ME, I WILL HAVE A CHILD BY YOUR WOMB, BIOLOGY BE DAMNED!" The thunderous quality of his wrath made Je-Sha'Ryy drop to her knees, still clutching at his flak vest with her thin, dexterous hands.

"I-if you must ravish me," she murmured, her thoughts clouded by fear and lust, "then so be it, but you ought to know that we Aeldari are a proud and noble ra-"

Her voice was cut off by a roar, "IF YOU DO NOT WISH FOR ME TO LAY MY COCK INSIDE YOU, YOU WILL RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT!" The human's face was filled with fury and confusion. A moment passed.

Then, Je-Sha'Ryy rose to her feet, tears still draining from her eyes, "If I must allow you to have your way with me in order to live, then so be it, but-"

Again, she was cut off as the human shoved her away and affirmatively said, "You owe me neither sex nor thanks, I am saving you out of sheer kindness! Now, if you would, please follow me-"

He was not able to finish his sentence, as she had closed the gap and begun to kiss him aggressively. "I must comply," she said in between smooches, "because my life depends on it…"

The mon'keigh pulled away, saying, "Milady, please, your beauty and generosity are both undeniable, certainly, but if this is not what you want-" yet again he was smothered by her affection.

"No," she replied, "I know you must retain your honor, do not waste your breath! This is shameful for both of us, so please, just let us be rid of these awful urges…" she leaned against his body, but he made no effort to resist. After a few feet of pushing, he found himself run up against a wall, and the tiny Aeldari was descending to her knees as she deftly unbuckled his fatigues.

"Mi-milady-" the guardsman stuttered, "I do desperately wish to impregnate you, as you are simply the most sexually enticing being I have ever encountered, but this is truly unnecessary, if you wish to stop-" Yet, still, his affirmations went unheeded as his cock passed through her lips and she greedily took him deep in her throat.

So… so musky… she thought, gagging harshly against the root of his manhood as he loudly moaned, his sturdy and immense cock trespassing so deeply within her taut elven throat that he thought it might disappear forever. I need his cum… she thought, both her hands tightly gripping his thick, voluminous buttocks as she once again selfishly hilted his pulsing, dripping cock deep within her throat.

"Mi-milady…" the poor mortal stuttered, "by the Emperor, please, oh, fucking PLEASE, allow me to take your womb…" At this request, the choking Aeldari pulled away from his member, dense tendrils of spit and precum stringing between her lips and tongue and the shaft of his girthy, throbbing cock as it's extensive length slowly escaped the iron-gripped clutch of her whorish throat.

Looking up into his eyes as she stroked his stunning plasma cannon, she replied, "If that is what you need to take from me, then I have neither the means nor the desire to stop you. By your will, take my womb for the sake of securing your fatherhood. I would feel safer if you had some investment in my survival, after all…"

As she spoke, she rocked back onto her ass and elbows, her concealable civilian armor falling away, the releases commanded open by her mere thoughts. Her human lover was not so efficient, however, his hands pawing sheepishly at clasps and buckles, before finally his armor and fatigues fell away, revealing him in his naked form.

By Ynnead, she muttered, it's like a third forearm… she simply could not pull her eyes away from his now fully-erect and tremendously astounding endowment, a cock so lengthy and girthy as to be beyond intimidating: his weapon was downright terrifying.

Yet, still, her legs spread open, and she allowed him to descend between her bare thighs unimpeded. Feeling the enormous head of his stupendously hefty cock pressing against her tight, relatively unused orifice, she felt an aroused apprehension build in her chest like some sort of hypocritical need. All at once, she was scared of and hungry for his penetrative capacity.

And penetrate he did. The mon'keigh forcibly thrusted his way inside of her, wasting none of the time on foreplay that Aeldari men did. She felt the entire length of his 10 inch manhood plunge deep within her, and that dazzling psychic fire in her mind dimmed slightly as the sheer mass of his chain sword overpowered her ability to generate higher thoughts.

"Oh, Ynnead, inseminate me!" She screamed, her head rolling back as she flung an arm up behind her top's head, holding herself up as he violently fucked her, tearing her delicate pussy apart with a thousand brutish thrusts. Her mind had no hope of recovery in the fractions of a second she had between each hilting.

Oh, by the Gods, I will snuff out a billion souls just to retain this one… she thought, her emerald eyes locked with his bright blue gems. "I- I think," he muttered, his eyelids fluttering and his gaze drifting between present and stupefied, "I think I will soon climax, milady…"

That makes two of us… Je-Sha'Ryy thought, her elf pussy tightening with each thrust. She threw her other arm behind his head, her thin yet busty body now suspended entirely by her arms' grip around his neck and her legs' grip around his hips. To her immense shock, he descended down towards her, meeting her plump, voluptuous lips for an extended kiss.

Je-Sha'Ryy did not remember much after that, as her body rolled with ecstacy. After some time of cumming, she came to, laying flat on her back with his unconscious body pressed against hers and a great deal of ejaculate dripping out around his cock, which was still firmly planted within her womanhood.

Well, we are in a bunker… she thought, we're safe for at least a few hours. Her mind swiftly drifted off, and she was soon in a peaceful trance, her meditative state of being focused on clarifying and permanently inscribing her memories of the last hour of good, hard dickings into her permanent mental records.