fan character (warhammer (franchise) and etc) created by tamhigan (artist)
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Tarellian Lust

Upon ing the Farsight Enclaves, you were told you'd be working alongside Xenos, not just T'au. Growing up in a Hive City of the Imperium of Man, the thought of fighting side by side with any aliens seemed strange. Dangerous. But the Enclaves provided you with a much better life than the Imperium ever could. So you defected the first chance you got. But of course, your first ever assignment was to hold a fortified hill with a Tarellian of all creatures. While you did not know much about the species themselves, you do know that the species has a great hatred for Humanity. Why your commanding officer assigned you one as a partner, you'll never know.

He always looked at you with contempt. While barking in that strange language of his. He made you uncomfortable. Frightened, even. Half the time, you expected your ally to shoot you in the back of the head. If eyes could kill, you'd have been corpse starch many times over by now. But you had been stationed with him for days, and the shot never came.

You were beginning to question the wisdom of defecting from the Imperium of Man around day five. You stepped away to check your flanks, making sure the enemy was nowhere in sight. But when you returned, you were shocked to find the Tarellian almost entirely naked, save for his helmet and bionic arm. And for the first time, he spoke in Low Gothic rather than his barking language.

"Listen, human..." he growled with incredible ferocity. "It's been months since I got to rub one out. And having you following me around like a pup has only made things worse."

There was a pause as he propped up his pulse rifle. You could see that the safety was off.

"The thought of mating with a disgusting human sickens me, but I need this. I need to cum. At this point, I don't care if it's with you. Make love to me, and I might not tear you limb from limb."

The need in his voice was apparent, despite the threat. He was desperate, if that throbbing pink cock was anything to go by. And seeing him like this, on full display and horny as can be; it flustered you more than you'd imagine. You set your own rifle down as you approached. Earning a pleased growl from the back of his throat. You were just about to touch him when a light stopped you.

Looking over his shoulder, you felt terror as a rift in space opened up. And the enemy made itself known. A Necron...

"What are you waiting for, human?" The Tarellian half snarled, half whimpered. "Please..." he panted.

Did he not notice the Necron's arrival? You felt fear at the idea of your Xeno ally getting agitated and taking action. But if you ignored the Necron, what would it do? It seemed that even in the moments that should be pleasant, the grim darkness of the 42nd Millennium was filled with violence and terror.

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