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	Din Yed stared out the scope to the holographic image of a creature known as a ‘homosapien’. The T’vaoan sighed and squeezed the trigger, the round pulsing out and producing the accustomed laser-esque sound. The rifle was pulled back after seeing the gaping hole in the creature’s head further down. Though in all honestly, it was not the gaping hole he was wanting right now. Feeling flushed as the alien’s mind went into a lewd area, he sighed heavily and shut down the firing range. It was simply not relieving the tension he was feeling. He was, unfortunately, reminded of the time he had gotten a San’Shyuum drunk and took him to bed. That had been one of the worst lays he had ever had, the “greater” one taking Din Yed’s ass and, like a drunken virgin, humped poorly and blew a load way too soon. Though, he supposed, it was good to have done it for not only the hierarchal split amongst the higher ups, but his own personal list. That list being a desire to bed every type of alien species there was within the Covenant.
	The dark skinned T’vaoan put the rifle he’d been using back and headed out the sliding doors. Proceeding through the ship, the avian like alien would nod and greet some of his fellow men at arms (as well as beds) and avoid certain others. The caste system set up within the Covenant kept him a little more complacent around those like the sangheili, though his blood started to boil a little at that. Why was it he was lesser for his birth? Angry as he was, he nearly tripped over an Unggoy, who practically squeaked and ran off to do whatever he was doing. Watching him leave, Din Yed was reminded of the one time he banged the small creature. An easy win of a bet had the alien naked and on his belly, the T’vaoan balls deep and pounding away. Said alien bit his lip now, feeling his tech suit tightening around the lump between his legs. Fuck, why were these skin tight?! It revealed nearly everything! His mind didn’t help any either as he recalled the filtered moaning as they both let their seed loose. One inside warmth and the other onto sheets.
	Ducking around as best he could, trying to hide his obvious arousal, Din Yed was able to get into the barracks with his ‘platoon’. It was used loosely as they were not really a true one, just bunked together due to caste once more. It was fine by him, finding one of his many T’vaoan brethren there. It was easy to get lost in conversation among his own kind, thinking of the many hardships each had to endure just to be here as well as easier pre-war growing up times. Din Yed would not lie that his eye wandered from time to time along the other’s form, heat rushing through his body. The other took note, asking if he was alright and the normal response of he was fine came out. A raised eye ridge before the other was close, too close, hands grabbing Din Yed’s ass. Beak tilted, locking with his as their tongues wrestled and their bulges ground against one another. The T’vaoan moaned into each other before a throat cleared in the doorway. Pulling apart, the other looked at the Ruuhtian Kig-Yar, back to Din before sighing and disentangling himself. The T’vaoan Kig-Yar glared at the intruding one as his war brother left to deal with whatever he was on shift for.
	Fuck, fuck, fuck! Din Yed was hard as rock as he clenched his fists. His mind was already remembering his fellow Kig-Yar, both fighting for dominance like they were before, neither taking the submissive position. In the end, they were nude on a bed, bobbing their beaks down onto each other’s cocks. The musk they produced in their nostrils, Din Yed guzzle down the thick cream of his war brother before blasting his own into the other. A touch less experienced, some oozed down around his dick, but the other made up for it by cleaning him more. Groaning at the pulsing between his legs, the T’vaoan considered just helping himself to relief. Time was limited however, so instead he just thought about a much more recent encounter. The Jiralhanae he’d coerced into his bed had been very versatile, having ridden Din Yed raw until he came inside that furry ass. Then the brute had forced his legs apart and speared him apart. A shudder ran through the T’vaoan, his arousal dying down at the memory of having to spend the next couple of days in infirmary and unable to sit. Were all Jiralhanae like that or just that one? He didn’t know and wasn’t the keenest to find out.
	With the now less obvious lump in his tech suit, Din Yed went out to go get grub. The cafeteria was crowded, typical for a full ship, and as long as you had time you could come to eat. Granted, the food was pretty terrible as it was a lot of preserved meats and stuff that wouldn’t spoil much. Going through the line and sitting, he was face to food with long strips of grounded meat or something. He should really pay more attention to what he put in his stomach as he dug in. Looking a bit like worms, he was reminded of his unique experience with a Mgalekgolo. Having expressed his interest, the giant construct had taken him to a room off side, stripped him and turned about. The T’vaoan squirmed a bit, arousal reforming some as he remembered the undulating ‘innards’ as the creature rode his shaft. He was not sure what they did with his seed once he shot his load, sliding off him afterwards and closing the opening. Din Yed was morbidly curious if the Mgalekgolo could form dicks and if they produced cum too or not. He would have to ask sometime when he found another willing.
	Swallowing the last of his food, flushed once more, Din Yed headed out to do some general maintenance. Weapons, electrical, the stuff you didn’t need intense training for, all fell into ‘general’. So the T’vaoan found himself working with some bigger cables in one of the bays. Working about, he couldn’t help but notice some were blue and reminded him of a Huragok’s tentacles. Face flushing, he recalled a time when one of the strange creatures had repeatedly rammed his rear end with one such appendage. The other had him gagging and moaning around it as he stroked himself to his end. Sighing in frustration, Din Yed wondered why he was thinking of all these lewd things all in the same day. At least, it felt that way, it was hard to tell in space. Maybe a holovid or something would take his mind off things. 
	As he padded his way towards the ‘lounge’ to check, he was reminded of a time he was caught jacking off to a naughty vid by a yanme’e. He had to plead and beg for the insect to not tell his superior he was doing it on shift. Needless to say, a bargain was struck and he had ended up in the yanme’e’s platoon room. Din Yed’s arousal came back in full force as he recalled that night. The insect had alien dicks, comparatively, with it’s grooves and bumps and bulb and piercing tip. Being pushed onto a bed and spread, he took two in both ends, moaning and grabbing at legs and ass. The cum was green and tasted weird but good. He remembered as they plowed him, stroked themselves to blow a load on him, flipped him and put him in many positions as they used and abused him. Yet they also got him off, vaguely thinking he’d had an ass and mouth or two as well as their hands and feet. Though at a point, he recalled blacking out during and waking to find all of the yanme’e in their bunks and him laying on the floor. He was covered in green strands, his ass on fire and his jaw hurting. His hand went to his stomach and groaned at the distended roundness it had gained from all the seed given to him.
	The T’vaoan bit his tongue as he throbbed painfully in his suit. Damnit, he needed relief! Having gotten into the lounge, he sat in a chair and began browsing titles. It was now that a sangheili entered the room, gazing about in his armor. A newbie for sure. Said gray skinned male went over to one of the lockers to store stuff and began stripping. Din Yed’s eye wandered over the tech suit, ruminating on the armor itself as being rather revealing too. Sighing and turning back to the console, he browsed the selection when padded feet approached him. It was the larger alien.
	“You’re Din Yed, right?”
	Said Kig-yar nodded.
	“I’ve heard you’re pretty…liberal with sex.”
	Ah. That rumor. Both blessing and curse really.
	“Sometime later, if you’d like to do something…”
	Well, a second was considered later as Din Yed just wrapped his arm about the newbie’s leg and fondled the bulge with his other hand. The gasp and groan was indication enough the large alien was enjoying himself but when the lump became firm and long, the T’vaoan spoke.
	“Lock the door.”
	The door was locked, the tech suits thrown to the side, now both stood nude. Grinning, Din Yed reached up behind the sangheili and shoved him down onto the table. A small yelp issued from the newbie. The T’vaoan hoped he wasn’t a virgin. He was not going to be gentle.