We arrived back and we aligned at our barracks as instructed after every exercise. We were all disinfected and de-radiated as the toxic surface, though making for a wonderful training ground, also made for a place that would kill you if unchecked. I remember when I had taken my final trek across the wastes to become a true Kriegsman. To be a part of the Death Korps, you had to train rigorously and it only ended with a last trial by fire, a week on the surface by yourself. You had to stomp your way through the trenches and bombed out homes of what once was to reach another entrance of the underground; a requirement which killed many recruits who were too stupid to work themselves forward, a wonderful way of telling which soldiers were even worthy.

I had kept to every trench, hid in every lee and every crater I could till I reached the destined hive, in hopes of discovering the rumored shortcut through the sewage tunnels. What I found were sub-mutants, tainted by the radiation poisoning, but still retaining themselves within the caved in walls of the hive. There was no shortcut, only death and I stared it in the eye, fighting my way out by lasgun and by brutal close combat. I was grateful for the chainsword at my side, but still surviving by a hairsbreadth. Looking on it now, it was a fond blunder that I had stirred up, but I had survived and made my way back with tales to spare.

And now, I was a soldier who did this nearly every day. How things seemed so hard, but became so easy when it finally came to it. It’s sort of ironic, as well, I would suppose, becoming a storm trooper just arriving from training. it was something that took years already to advance yourself to be able to even see a hellgun, but I was using one now, constantly. I’ve felled so many more with this gun, it’s like it was meant to be, rather than the results of my own idiocy. Funny, huh?

I walked to my assigned quarters, dismantling my armor prematurely so I could pack it together as soon as I got inside. the room itself was unimpressive, a simple bed, a sink and a few closets. It was all gray cement, as was everything that was in the militarized zone. Not that I minded, it just got repetitive. One of my closets opened and there was a stand to place my armor. Normally, a soldier would get a group barrack with his squad mates, but since I was a storm trooper, I was able to get a hold of my own quarters with some slight adornments. I only had a desk of my own brought in, a memento to a life which I once had, from a home which was destroyed along with a family which suffered the same fate.
I suppose that accident is what propelled me into a life of servitude for the Emperor in the first place.

My armor fell from me quickly and I placed it in line with the arrangement in one of my closets, the actual design supposed to maintain the set pieces in posture, as if it were a mere armoire. My helmet came off last and I relished in the unfiltered air, letting my mid-cropped hair drift to just below my chin, which was a unique allowance in my position, I suppose; a full head of hair. My gun was slung on the wall opposite of my bed, along with its’ extended power pack and I soon turned to undress, removing my flak undercoat, shedding it onto the floor and standing nearly bare except for a white undershirt. My pants were to stay as I quite liked the feel of the grime from the surface; it made me feel well travelled, though I had not left the world of Krieg in my entire enlistment.

I brooded over the thoughts of other wars and other battles I should be fighting, until I heard the tap of boots on the concrete outside my room. Yet, the sound was too high and too narrow to be a boot, it was a very pronounced click and it was alien to my ears. I pressed the side of my face against the door and listened, silent. Click clack, click clack, click clack. Stop. I think I even stopped breathing, the moment growing tense as I listened closely to whoever was outside my door. I heard a chuckle, short, airy and high which sunk my heart in some strange way, it clouded me for a moment and it only intensified the more I listened, like whoever it was, was in on something I didn’t know.

The laughing was soon stifled and I backed away slightly on instinct or wonder, whichever it was didn’t matter as soon my door code was activated and the bulkhead slid sideways revealing whoever was in the hall.

I had seen women before, of course, there were those who joined the medical corps, the support crews, even the women’s regiments were known among Krieg, though they were a sight to see. What I saw before me, though, amazed me. This woman stood in a close forming body suit, which was tied down and armored in areas. If you had ever glimpsed a Sister of Battle, you can imagine how her suit looked. Her curves were sumptuous and lead the eye with whatever gentle movements she performed. Her face was light, with her hair done upwards, though bangs crested her brow and framed her face rather perfectly. The sort of person you could never forget upon first glance. She smiled and blushed as she entered my room and I made my space for her, “Hello, Seras.” she said quietly.

I had never met this woman in my life, but she knew me and she used my name in such a familiar way, it made my heart soar that she was using it. The bulkhead swiftly shut behind her and she looked to me, blushing still as she captivated me. “I’m Kallee, I serve the Lieutenant in the squad you’ve just been assigned to.” I mentally took a step back and she seemed to nod, as if encouraging me to think. There were nine members in the squad now, I was one, the Lieutenant was another, there were five other men and then there were the attachments. She couldn’t have been the as this was an all male regiment, but the same rule didn’t apply to the psykers… They were only assigned to where was available.

The pieces clicked and I nodded, as she smiled, “Precisely, Seras. I know what you’re thinking, maybe not your deepest thoughts, but your surface thoughts are rather apparent.” Her smile grew tighter and I realized what she meant. “Oh,” I said, blushing and looking down ashamedly, “forgive me, please. I didn’t know you could… I mean to say that—““Ssh, ssh, ssh…” she said softly, stepping forward and placing her finger upon my lips. She pressed her body against mine with confidence, making me back away, towards the wall as she advanced. She knew what I was thinking and she couldn’t help but smile, nor could I when she agreed on some mental level.

I bent my neck downwards at the same time as she craned her neck our lips meeting in a midpoint. It was soft, loving and caring, so very intimate and unique that it made me melt. I slung my arms around her, wrapping around the small of her back and gripping her in a crushing embrace. She sighed softly and pressed forward more, parting her lips slightly and I followed in suit, our teeth knocking against each other gently.

I slid against the wall slightly, pressing the lock code, to make sure that none would interrupt us and she approved, her hand sliding to the clasps and connections of her suit. I aided her, removing what was already loose, without relinquishing the kiss. Her suit fell to the floor alongside my flak overcoat and she was suddenly bare except for a pair of surprisingly lacy underwear, which covered her waist. Quickly, she threaded her fingers in my shirt, the nails digging and wringing it, making tears and dragging it from me. it wasn’t that I needed it, she seemed to need it as well.

Her tongue greeted me as it lapped across my lips and I stretched mine to meet with hers, massaging and grinding against it. Soon I found her hips gyrating heavily against mine, a soft warmth emanating from her. I had no idea what was happening, but I didn’t want it to end at all. My hand drifted to her supple ass, kneading it gently and drifted inwards, brushing against the now sopping wet panties. Groaning into the kiss, she placed both of her hands at my waist, unzipping my pants carefully and pulling them down to let my raging erection free from its strain.

I summoned what meager strength it took and moved forward, towards the bed. She fell backward onto it, the action breaking the kiss, but she complied, a broad smile on her face, though she was covering her breasts nonetheless. She still seemed shy, despite how far we were advancing. It was a feeling of wavering distraction and it made me love her all the more. And now, I knew she perceived it. She reached both of her hands up to grab my shoulders, pulling me downwards onto her, closer so that the tips of our noses touched gently. I placed the head of my penis at her entrance, preparing myself mentally for what we were about to do. Her eyes were soft and seemed to cloud as she accepted it, her lips parted in anticipation.

I pressed forward and she gasped, the feeling of me entering her wondrous almost dream-like happening. Her legs wrapped around my back and she speeded my entrance quicker, taking lusty breaths. I started to move in rhythm, pumping in and out slowly, letting her settle and relax against my body. Her sighs and groans intensified with every time I sped myself, until I eventually was going at a good pace. She breathed out, strained little gasps, squeaking with every push back into her.

Her nails dug against me and I could feel her reaching her point as the air started to spark around me, igniting in miniature flames. She was in the throes of a climax and it was increasingly tangible. Her breathing increased and eventually she pressed up into me suddenly, a strangled scream emitting as she came, her fluids rushing around my engorged and throbbing member. Her inside walls contracted and pulsed, squeezing and milking me and I couldn’t fight it any longer, letting my pent up desire escape quickly deep within her.

A veil of what felt like a blanket was dropped over us and her eyes were dark and glowing very gently with a unique warp flare to it. I stayed buried within her, letting my breathing return to normal as she adjusted as well, grabbing the edge of the blanket and pulling it over us. I smiled lightly, pulling her close so we could fit together on the bed. Her neck craned forward and her lips pressed against mine lovingly and she transferred a single thought, the words forming within my mind, “I love you.”

Not knowing how to do the same as she did, I merely spoke out loud, whispering, “I love you, too…” The bulkhead swiftly opened and someone stepped into the room, the Lieutenant standing there suddenly, though both Kallee and I were a little too comfy to even dare move. Neither of us would budge from where we were and he merely grinned, nodding, “I’ll let you two have your time, the meeting is bumped to tomorrow. Enjoy each other.”

You could hear him stifling a chuckle with a cough and he was soon off, the bulkhead sealing and locking once more. I rested lazily, smiling and looking over her, watching her eyes give the same look to me and she drifted away, resting her head so close that we shared breath. Tomorrow was years away for all I cared.

Minor flavor complaint, but aren't bolter bitches supposed to be celibate?

yeah, not to mention that they're against psykers, seeing as they were put in codex: witchhunters

Personally, I think that the Death Korps of Krieg is the single greatest W40k group ever. Stories about them have always been my favorite, and this is no exception. Amazing work on it, Matty.

Is story is incorrect with Warhammer 40k, you should change the name and not claiming it to be warhammer.

>>8000
>>8002

SoB's are indeed celibate, but I didn;t place any SoB's in there. If you refer to Kallee, she's a mid-level psyker.

Psykers can screen most surface thoughts at love levels, though they invite the warp on them by doing anything more than that. I don't see where i misplaced =/

>>8025

Please explain so I can tidy up the next update.

"Sister Julien

Sister Julien is a veteran Celestian in charge of the Sororitas novitiates in the schola progenium on Perlia and a colleague and friend of commissar Ciaphas Cain, in Cain's Last Stand. She was a skilled and experienced card player as well as a warrior, and a Battle sister who did know how to enjoy herself by enjoying drinking and had a lover, for the Sororitas does not actually ask its member to remain celibate"

B-b-b-b-b-b-itches!

>>8049
Not that I totally don't trust you, but what's that from?

It's from the novel "Cain's Last Stand".

For 40k nerds you guys don't seem to know a lot of the backstory.

>>8147
lol; BL is canon; can't be seen as 'real'

>>8185

wat