Author's Note: Yeah this fic is inspired by stories like Love Can Bloom and Messages from Dad by DuskDawnandFate, along with the general memes about GuilimanxYvraine, LIIVI/Taldeer, assorted memes of humans and Eldar getting freaky, and 40K theories' video about the subject. Shout to the people asking if I ever posted this story despite saying I will write it over a year ago.

She awoke to a low but deafening snore. Her body ached and head was pounding from the previous night's feast and revelry, she tried to ignore it to get some more rest. It wasn't often her troupe played an Imperial world, even this isolated world whose protectors had long been friendly to the children of Isha, so long as they weren't one of Isha's darker and roguish children. Thus, there visits were always celebrated with a large feast in mon'keigh's fortress monastery. Even after their performance was done they would feast, drink, and play out some strange ritual that the Space Marines' of this world had adopted from the local nobility. Regardless of their queer customs, they certainly knew how to throw a celebration and she had been tricked into engaging in a drinking contest with one of their King's champions. After that she didn't remember what exactly happened.

Try as she could she could not ignore the brutish breathing. She shifted her weight before lifting herself up. But, she found that what she had assumed was a sleeping pelt, was something much more. She quickly forced herself to sit up and looked down at the place mere moments ago she had been resting her head on.

It was one of the mon'keigh warriors. An Astartes. The one she had engaged in a drinking contest with. His arms were splayed out and his bare hairy chest had been exposed by her movement shifting the sleeping furs.

That's when she realized that she was naked. As was this Son of Russ. She quickly pieced together what must have happened. She could not say he wasn't handsome, in a brutish and barbaric way. But his hair was a lovely shade of red. Yet this was still a shameful moment. She, a Shadowseer of the Masque of the Frozen Stars had gotten intoxicated and laid with a mon'keigh, a Space Marine, but a mon'keigh still. She had heard of a handful Aeldari laying with humans, but she had always dismissed it as some Drukhari gossip. Yet here she was. Perhaps, no one would ever find out. She reached out with her senses and sensed none of her brothers and sisters in the troupe around, nor anything but the canine beasts that these mon'keigh used for battle and as companions. She leapt out of the bed, the marine still snoring peacefully. How she ever slept through that noise, she did not know.

She quickly dressed and fled the room, but not before taking an ax from the marine. It was masterfully crafted and beautiful for what mon'keigh could produce, but she needed an excuse in case anyone happened upon her as she left. These mon'keigh were used to their troupe taking a few things as part of their act and payment. Normally nothing like this, but she could blame it on her wishing to take the traditional performance to the next level.

This was certainly an embarrassment and it would be centuries before she allowed the troupe to return to this world. Thank the Laughing god that she could not get pregnant from this escapade. Afterall, producing a child required multiple separate acts of insemination at various stages of the gestation.

2.5 Standard Terran Years Later:

They were on Craftworld Ulthwe for their next performance. It would be a marvelous performance of the Aeldari hero Eldanesh. Yet she suddenly became ill, vomiting up the contents of her latest meal. She hadn't gotten ill like this since she was little more than a child on Craftworld Biel-Tan after her first battle as a guardian after the memories of what had happened in the battle came to her after the removal of her war helm. Then there was the fact her senses had been both clouded and heightened. Her own presence was clouded as if there were two people in her place, while everything around her became sharper and clearer. As if she was trying to focus on potential threats. Excusing herself she found one who was on the path of the healer.

The healer, a male by the name of Eidolon, performed the ritual of examination and beseeched Isha for aid in dealing with her affliction. She meditated to allow the healer a better ability to examine her body and soul. She heard him tell him that he was done.

She asked, "He who walks the path of the Healer, what ails me. I've not been ill since before I became a servant of the Laughing god. Nor have I lost the contents of my stomach since I was barely more than a child".

The healer smiled, "My lady, you are not truly ill. Isha has decided to bless you. You are with child. One with a strong soul, like the iron the mon'keigh build with".

Her body froze in terror. It couldn't be, she had only one night. Surely a mon'keigh even one as advanced as Space Marine could not reproduce with an Aeldari. Even if he could surely it must have taken multiple sessions throughout the course of her pregnancy…

Then the realization came to her. She didn't know anything about mon'keigh reproduction beyond the fact that their organs were fairly similar in appearance. Given how many mon'keigh there were in the galaxy, is it so hard to believe that they only need one act of coupling to produce a child?

The answer was growing within her.