"What is it? Don't tell me—you're pregnant?" Rhodes asked.
Yvraine had been intimate with him—was she expecting?
"What are you thinking? Unless the Goddess of Life helps, no Aeldari woman can bear your child," Yvraine rolled her eyes.
"So, what do you need me to prepare for?" Rhodes asked.
"I've resigned as emissary to follow you. I suspect some of the Ynnari follower may follow me, not the Death God. What will you do with them?" Yvraine asked.
The core Ynnari were her old subordinates from her days as a Dark Eldar succubus, plus some Aeldari Corsairs.
They'd follow her, emissary or not.
"That's tricky. Keeping you both is fine, but if I secretly keep a whole bunch of Aeldari, my own subordinates won't be happy," Rhodes said.
Keeping two Aeldari women was one thing—his people and Imperial high command would turn a blind eye; many nobles had done similar things.
But a whole Aeldari army? That was another matter—one of principle, not personal preference.
"So you want them to follow the Death God? You said yourself—the Death God and God of War will be at the heart of the galactic maelstrom.
Anyway, these are brothers who've followed me for centuries—please, take care of them. Even if they can't openly serve you, find them a place in secret," Yvraine said.
"How about this? If it's not too many, I'll send them to an untouched Aeldari maiden world—let them live there. Deal?" Rhodes suggested.
They couldn't stay by his side—he only trusted his gene-children and system-spawned monsters.
Keeping an Aeldari army on his turf was out—even in a secret base.
Best option: find an abandoned maiden world. There was one in the Octarius sector, now controlled by Gromm Hellroar.
Accommodating even the whole Ynnari army there would be no issue.
"Maiden world? Those are either protected or conquered! Where exactly?" Yvraine asked.
"Octarius sector—your people have a maiden world there."
"Impossible! That's Ork territory, and there's a massive war with the Tyranids. Sending my people there is sending them to die!" Yvraine protested.
The Octarius sector was chaos—whole Ynnari army would be nothing there. The Orks and Tyranids were titans now.
"Your intel's outdated. I guarantee that the maiden world is safe. Let your people settle there. Meanwhile, they can stay in my secret base. How many are there?" Rhodes asked.
Assuming anyone actually comes.
"I estimate twenty or thirty thousand," Yvraine said.
She'd considered persuading Rhodes to accept her troops, but realized it was awkward—her subordinates would accept her as leader, but never her man.
Many in the army had even been her suitors; her old sword instructor was hiding among them, posing as a red-armored warrior.
If they stayed, Rhodes would be annoyed—maybe even get rid of them, knowing his temperament.
Besides, to most powers, tens of thousands of Ynnari troops was strong, but for Rhodes, it was nothing!
His power ranked among the galactic elite—otherwise the Emperor wouldn't work so hard to bring him into the Imperium.
After settling things, Rhodes and Yvraine spent the night together—Isha was busy fusing the God of War's fragments, and Elena was with her gene-daughter, so Rhodes and Yvraine could enjoy some time alone.
Their passionate embrace intensified as clothing fell away, revealing every inch of their eager bodies. Yvraine's lithe Eldar form was a stark contrast to Rhodes' muscular human physique, yet they fit together perfectly. Her perky breasts pressed against his broad chest as his large, calloused hands roamed her smooth skin.
Rhodes' mouth found Yvraine's neck, kissing and sucking as she moaned breathlessly. Her delicate fingers traced the scars on his back, feeling the strength beneath. As they tumbled onto the bed, Rhodes' impressive manhood stood proudly erect, while Yvraine's intimate folds glistened with arousal.
"Take me," Yvraine purred, spreading her legs invitingly. Rhodes growled as he positioned himself, the swollen head of his cock teasing her entrance. With one powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside her tight, wet heat.
"Oh fuck!" Yvraine cried out, her back arching as she took his full length. Rhodes set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against hers as he pounded into her willing body. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by their moans and cries of ecstasy.
Yvraine's breasts bounced with each thrust as Rhodes gripped her hips, angling deeper. His thick shaft stretched her deliciously, hitting all the right spots. "Harder!" she begged, and Rhodes was happy to oblige.
As their passion reached a fever pitch, Rhodes flipped Yvraine onto her hands and knees. He mounted her from behind, driving into her with animalistic fervor. Yvraine's cries of pleasure echoed off the walls as Rhodes' heavy balls slapped against her sensitive clit with each thrust.
Their bodies glistened with sweat as they chased their release. Yvraine's inner walls clenched around Rhodes' throbbing member as she neared her peak. With a final, deep thrust, they tumbled over the edge together.
Rhodes roared as he emptied himself inside her, thick ropes of cum painting her insides. Yvraine's body shuddered in ecstasy, milking every last drop from him as her own orgasm washed over her in waves.
They collapsed onto the bed, panting and utterly satisfied. As they caught their breath, Rhodes' softening cock slipped from Yvraine's well-used pussy, a mixture of their fluids leaking out onto the sheets.
"Ready for round two?" Yvraine asked with a mischievous grin, her hand already reaching for Rhodes' spent member.
Rhodes chuckled, feeling himself hardening again at her touch. "Always," he growled, pulling her in for another passionate kiss as they prepared to lose themselves in pleasure once more.
Rhodes and Yvraine's passionate encounter continued with renewed vigor. Their bodies entwined once more as Rhodes flipped Yvraine onto her back, spreading her legs wide. His mouth descended between her thighs, tongue laving her sensitive folds as she writhed in ecstasy.
Yvraine's fingers tangled in Rhodes' hair, pulling him closer as his skilled tongue worked magic on her clit. "Oh fuck, yes!" she cried out, her back arching off the bed. Rhodes slipped two thick fingers inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot as he sucked hard on her swollen nub.
Waves of pleasure crashed over Yvraine as she came undone under Rhodes' ministrations, her thighs clamping around his head as she rode out her intense orgasm. But Rhodes wasn't done yet. He kissed his way up her body, capturing a pert nipple between his teeth as his rock-hard cock nudged at her entrance.
"Please," Yvraine whimpered, beyond ready to feel him inside her again. Rhodes obliged, sinking into her tight heat with a groan of pure bliss. He set a relentless pace, his hips snapping against hers as he pounded into her willing body.
The room filled with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking - skin slapping against skin, breathless moans, and filthy words of encouragement. Yvraine's nails raked down Rhodes' back, leaving angry red welts in their wake as she met him thrust for thrust.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, chasing that exquisite peak. Yvraine felt the familiar tightening in her core as another orgasm approached. "I'm close," she gasped, clutching Rhodes tighter.
"Come for me," Rhodes growled, his pace becoming erratic as he neared his own release. With a final, deep thrust, they tumbled over the edge together. Yvraine's inner walls clamped down on Rhodes' throbbing cock as she came with a keening cry. Rhodes followed right after, emptying himself deep inside her with a guttural moan.
They collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and sated, limbs still entangled. As they caught their breath, Yvraine nuzzled into Rhodes' neck with a contented sigh. "That was incredible," she murmured.
Rhodes chuckled, pulling her closer. "It always is with you," he replied, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.
Rhodes and Yvraine's passionate night continued with unbridled enthusiasm. Their bodies entwined again and again, exploring every inch of each other with hands, lips, and tongues. They experimented with various positions, each more intense than the last.
Yvraine's cries of ecstasy echoed through the room as Rhodes brought her to climax after climax. His stamina seemed endless, his desire for her insatiable. They made love on every surface of the room - the bed, against the wall, on the floor, even balanced precariously on a chair.
As the hours passed, their lovemaking grew more frenzied and primal. Yvraine's body trembled with each new wave of pleasure, her mind hazy with bliss. Rhodes' powerful thrusts never faltered, driving them both to new heights of ecstasy.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of passion, Rhodes reached his limit. With a roar of satisfaction, he emptied himself inside Yvraine one last time, collapsing beside her on the bed. Yvraine lay there, utterly spent and boneless, her body quivering from the intensity of their marathon session.
"I... I can't move," Yvraine mumbled, a blissful smile on her face despite her exhaustion. Her limbs felt like lead, pleasantly sore from their vigorous activities.
Rhodes chuckled, pulling her close. "Then rest, my love. You've more than earned it."
…
…
The return of the Death God's true form shocked the Aeldari, but all their factions welcomed it.
After all, the Death God was their prophesied hope to end Slaanesh.
The true Death God was far stronger than any avatar!
Craftworlders, Exodites, Harlequin, Corsairs, and Death God armies all pledged loyalty to Ynnead!
The Death God was seen as a savior—almost as respected as the Asuryan and the Goddess of Life Isha, and far more than the God of War.
Yet something stunned Yvraine—none of her subordinates defected to her!
That's right—the entire Ynnari chose to keep their faith in Ynnead and follow him to war, instead of laying down arms or following their former leader.
Yvraine didn't realize that by following Rhodes and giving up her Emissary title, her reputation among the Aeldari had plummeted—even loyal warriors felt bitterly disappointed.
Even though the Aeldari had allied with humanity and Rhodes had shown great power, he'd taken both the Goddess of Life and the Death God Emissary.
Many Aeldari warriors felt insulted—were there no worthy Aeldari men left? You chose a hairless monkey?
To Aeldari, no matter how strong, Rhodes was still a monkey.
They'd followed Yvraine for her status as the Death God's emissary—their true hope!
Now, as a human's consort, did she expect them to follow?
Instead of defecting to her, Yvraine received only letters of severance—including from many former admirers.
"How could this happen?" Yvraine's face darkened as she read the letters.
She'd confidently promised Rhodes that many subordinates would join her, had even planned their resettlement—only to get this.
The slap in the face was sudden and unexpected.
"This is normal. Did they follow you for your charisma? No—they followed your beauty," Rhodes said.
"Hmph! I'll go see for myself. The Death God must have forced them to write these!" Yvraine, angry, dressed and armed herself to leave.
"Don't bother! You'll only humiliate yourself. Believe me—I know how those Aeldari warriors feel. Now, none of your old admirers will look kindly on you," Rhodes said.
Once a woman has a man, she's no goddess. You need to see that. With a boyfriend, who would still fawn over you?
Plus, with a Death God in charge, why would anyone join you?
"Damn it! Whatever, I did my best. I at least built up the Ynnari, and at least got the Death God a body," Yvraine said, annoyed.
"Haha! Relax—you're just a girl, why worry about your race's fate? Leave that to the Death God and God of War," Rhodes laughed.
…
Meanwhile, in the Imperial Palace on Terra, the Emperor and his sons were talking.
"This Rhodes fellow has unusual tastes, but his power is real—he even got the Death God a suitable body," Vulkan said.
"He's truly formidable. Even our own revivals are thanks to him. Without Rhodes, only I might have been fully revived," Guilliman said.
Without Rhodes, Cegorach couldn't have rescued Vulkan's soul from the Ork gods.
Without Rhodes, Magnus wouldn't have returned to the Imperium, or been a Primarch again.
Without Rhodes, Horus wouldn't have returned as the Dark Giant to restrain Abaddon on the Imperium's dark side.
Nor would Guilliman have awakened his divine power and become a minor god!
"Father! I sense a powerful psychic presence—the Aeldari Death God is here!" Magnus announced.
"Don't worry, I will speak to the Aeldari Death God personally," replied the Emperor.