All characters depicted in this work of fiction are of legal age of consent. 1 Blam, blam! After the rhythmic double tap, the ammo counter on my rifle dropped to zero and I double checked the breech on the bullpup. Smoke was still spilling from the slot, now locked open to reveal an empty chamber. Sure enough, I was out. But the party was only just getting started. A volley of return fire sizzled my way and I rolled to one side, slinging the weapon across my back and tugging the magnum from my thigh at the same time. landing in a low crouch, I squared off to the wave of alien bodies and let ‘em have it. Two more Grunts toppled, the squat aliens spurting freezing clouds of methane from the breaches in their pressure suits. Directly behind I had landed two bullets across the filmy energy shield of a Jackal, sending a kaleidoscope of colours rippling across the device. The lean alien stumbled and the third round found the small weapon notch at the end of the shield, catching the Jackal in the hand. The sickening bolt of glowing plasma he had been charging up shot free and slammed sizzling and spitting into the ceiling as the Jackal recoiled with a bloody, shattered hand. A frag chased my new friend out of the room and exploded, the subsequent screams telling me the aliens trying to rush my position had plenty to think about for the moment. Dumping a pistol mag I slapped a new one in place, turning back to the spire control centre. It wasn’t easy juggling a firefight and planting demolitions on your own, but my teammates were a little pre-occupied at the moment. At least a mile somewhere below at the base of the Covenant shield spire the rest of the team were running interference, preventing re-enforcements from following me up to the control room at the top. For now, I only had local security to deal with, but I was alone all the same. And now I was almost out of bullets. Crossing the room I ignored the glowing consoles and walked up to the main power conduit where I’d hap-hazardly emptied a can of C-12 foam explosive. The rapidly hardening foam was drawn out into an approximation of a hand erecting a middle finger, and a detonator rigged somewhere in the middle. When you’re an ODST you don’t expect to live as long as I did, so any opportunity to goof off, even in the midst of a dire situation, had to be taken advantage of. I finished setting the timer for ten seconds, initiated countdown and bugged out, hoping my understanding of how the spire worked was in the green. I was working with third hand knowledge. The briefing had come in the form of an alien language, that then needed to be translated into English, and finally be interpreted by myself. I ran boldly out of the control room, ignoring the dozen or so aliens still reeling from my earlier grenade. One Jackal was on his feet and froze, watching in confusion as I ran right past him. A moment later a fireball clawed its way out of the room and knocked them all down again. the force caught me in the back and I missed my stride landing flatout and dropping my pistol. I clambered after it as it skittered across the floor, snatched it up then scrambled back to my feet. The aliens caught up behind me, their opening shots blasting the deck at my heels, but I was already swinging around a corner. The idea was to escape the same way I’d infiltrated while my team distracted the majority of the defences at the base of the spire. Alas… The gravity lift that had transported me up there winked out as I skidded to a halt and cursed, peering down the mile-long shaft plunging down into darkness. There was no escaping that way. Which left only one option. “Yeah, I’m gonna need a pickup!” I shouted into my radio, turning and putting more rounds into a mass of pursuing aliens. Several more surviving security personnel had joined the dozen and already there were now too many to count. The reply in my ear was gruff and irate. “You assured us you did not need help!” “I was wrong!” The crackle of plasma fire and roar of explosions chaining throughout the spire’s conduits was almost deafening. I peeled off, throwing bullets at the massing enemy like free candy on Halloween night. They returned the favour with a plethora of icky green plasma bolts. “I was wrong, is that what you want to hear? Just come get me, motherfucker!” Circling the upper rings of the shield spire, I dropped to one knee and slid down the ramp leading to a second level, and rolled off the side as more plasma exploded at my feet. I was just giving the Grunts and Jackals the run-around at this point. And if my ride didn’t show up soon I’d be overrun. Passing an archway, I staggered to a halt and doubled back. Outside was a walkway or balcony of sorts, looping around the southern exterior. It was clearly some sort of sniper perch or lookout. And smoothly rising into position was the sleek carapace of a beetle like drop ship. The Phantom’s sides hung open invitingly, revealing a troop bay loaded with half a dozen powerful alien warriors. The Sangheili were nothing to be fucked with. Averaging about eight feet tall with powerful physiques, they were as ugly as they were frightful. With hunched, saurian appearances covered in sleek, high tech armour. Their faces were the most fierce, jaws split into a quad of mandibles each rowed with pointed teeth. A couple of short years ago an alien drop ship full of Sangheili warriors would have meant certain death, so something to be avoided. Today it was salvation. Throwing my pistol back into the mag-holster on my thigh, I darted out onto the balcony and sprinted directly at the hovering Phantom. One of the Sangheili on board levelled a beam rifle and took a shot. The beam of light sizzled past my helmet and somewhere behind I heard the pop of an exploding head, followed by the splatter of gore and skull fragments. At the edge of the walkway I leapt directly for the Phantom… but the Sangheili pilot clearly overestimated the limits of my human body. Either I hadn’t been running fast enough, as doubtful as that seemed considering the spire was exploding right on my heels. Or I hadn’t jumped high enough, which is a completely fair assessment given the full suit of armour weighing me down. Either way, fell short, plunging well before landing on the Phantom’s deck. With a tooth-shattering clang of armour on alien alloy my chest collided with the deck and I was momentarily wrapped around the edge of the ramp. Despite myself I tried to dig in, but there was no purchase whatsoever on the smooth purple-hued metal. Slowly but surely, I slid away… “Oh, shit! Shit-shit-shit-shiiiiiiit!” As I plummeted I managed to cling to the ramp with one hand, made all the more difficult by the pilot quickly nudging the Phantom away from the spire. Bit by bit the Covenant structure came down, plasma fire was raging across every inch of the sleek surface before sizzling slag and debris rained over the snow-dusted mountains. I could still feel the fiery explosion through the gaps in my armour while the mountainside blurred and spiralled a mile below. Heights were the bread and butter of an ODST, but given I was on the verge of falling from one (a very, very, very big one) there was no stopping the intense vertigo making the hairs on my neck stand up. Looking up, I was at least treated to the comical sight of a Sangheili wearing an orange helm peeking over the ramp to leer down at me. “Human!” he said in the same gruff voice that had been on the radio earlier. “It is greatly advised you ride on the Phantom, not underneath it!” “Help me, you dipshit!” I shouted back, not really in the mood for our usual back and forth. The Sangheili grabbed me by the wrist, and as if I weighed no more than a child the mountainous alien warrior lifted me aboard. The open sides of the sleek drop ship slid closed, enclosing us in the dim, purple hued lighting of the troop bay and the pilot nosed us towards the forward operating base. I found a seat in the meantime. A rather uncomfortable seat on the floor to the rear of the compartment, given Sangheili generally didn’t believe in chairs on the battlefield. My saviour watched me slump against the wall, then sauntered over to one of the other tall aliens. This one was clad in crimson armour, the denotation of a major and this particular team’s leader. His arms were crossed over his chest, beady eyes watching me as I caught my breath. There was an exchange between them in what sounded like a series of snarls and growls, before my orange-armoured saviour let out a huff. A gesture of amusement, as I had come to learn in my time among these guys. The only English speaker among them, whom I referred to as ‘Terp’ turned back to me, clenching his quad of mandibles. “The major is exceptionally impressed. With the shield spire down, we have reports bombardment of the Covenant facilities within has begun. The main assault force is making rapid progress. This world will be free of Covenant blight within hours. Because of you. You have earned his respect.” That was unusually generous praise, especially for a Sangheili. The major and his team, as well as an armoured division in support had done their fair share of heavy lifting. But I wasn’t about to correct him. My gaze moved from Terp to Major, who gave a faint but firm nod. “Does this mean I get to learn everyone’s names now?” I asked. “Not yet. But soon,” Terp said, making my eyes roll. That’s what he’d said last week… and the week before that. I’d been attached to this particular movable feast for about a month, and I was still left wondering if I was even capable of pronouncing Sangheili names. There was some kind of cultural bullshit going on, something about having to earn their respect first. I’d given them my name though, but they had so far refused to use it. “I have been given permission to refer to you by name, Corporal Wolfe,” Terp added to my surprise. It wasn’t much, but it was progress. The Sangheili fell into a routine of checking their equipment and armour. Major was conversing with some of the men while Terp stood over me almost protectively. To the far end of the compartment one of the alien warriors stood apart. The armour configuration was the same as the other infantry, cyan blue with sleek plates over a lithe frame. Except this Sangheili, sporting a long beam rifle earning him the nickname ‘Sniper,’ was significantly smaller and slimmer. The frame was only a little wider than mine, and he stood a little under a head taller than me. I had wondered for some time if this was perhaps a Sangheili child attached to the unit out of desperation for fighting bodies. All sides were strung thin when it came to personnel and resources. It was part why I was separated form my familiar position among the 105th ODST and dropped in with these rag-tag alien losers. They needed the support and we needed the PR. But because funding was kind of on the scarce side I wasn’t outfitted with any translation devices, requiring Terp to be transferred in from military intelligence, or the alien equivalent thereof. None of the other Sangheili knew a lick of English. Sniper was staring, keeping his beam rifle in a relaxed grip but eyes were fixed intently on me like I’d painted a bullseye on my helmet. It was kind of disconcerting and I tried to ignore… and failed. “What’s he looking at?” I asked, gesturing a thumb in Sniper’s direction. Terp looked over, then back at me before answering simply, “You, it would seem.” “Could you tell him to cut it out?” Another amused huff from Terp. “That would be, err… ill advised. Today’s youth are quite pig headed. Telling them to stop what they’re doing, especially when their mind is made, often leads to tantrums.” I cocked an eyebrow, leered back at Sniper for a moment. So he was a youngster, and hot headed as one might expect a Sangheili teenager to be. But why was I getting the stink-eye? Was Sniper somehow bitter about supporting me earlier? Eventually I shook my head and held out my hand. Terp grabbed it and helped me up. Whatever Sniper’s problem was, something told me I was perhaps better off not knowing. 2 Their gazes were something akin to ‘ha-ha! Look at the pathetic, puny human!’ I’ll be honest, dressed in only a towel tied around my waist and surrounded by several towering Sangheili warriors made me feel just a little pathetic. Boot camp and subsequent Hell Month with the ODST meant I was fit, and kept ripped by operation after operation over the course of a long war. But I had nothing on these Sangheili. The bathhouse facility felt a little bit like the setting of a prison rape scene, and I very much felt like the new guy about to fall victim to several very large muscular inmates. Thankfully, as I was entering, they were leaving, wearing light robes so I didn’t have to find out about all the aspects of alien physiology I wasn’t yet ready to learn. The bathhouse was as the name suggested. From the locker room it led into a long area lined with facilities alternating between large baths and shower units, and a long gutter along the centre of the room for run-off. The overall décor was like everything else the Sangheili had inherited from the Covenant. Bulbous furnishings, sleek purple hued walls and ceilings with mood lighting that looked like it belonged in a hooker’s boudoir. As the numerous Sangheili were leaving, one among them was Major, who nodded as he passed and disappeared into the locker room. I was far from alone however. About halfway down the bathhouse, as I moved to one of the showers, I saw Sniper. The Sangheili was laying back in a dark pool of water up to his slender neck. There was a towel wrapped around his head as if basking in the wisps of steam rising from the bath’s surface. His eyes remained fixed on me with an unreadable glare the entire time. There were no cubicles or partitions. I expected a little bit of decorum, but Sniper didn’t look away, his gaze transfixed on me. Forget prison rape, I suddenly felt like if I turned by back I was going to get shanked. That was until Sniper suddenly rose from the water and removed the towel over his head… her head. Small waterfalls cascaded from the lithe, glistening greyish-blue skin, every inch of her feminine physique finally revealed. Long, sleek digitigrade legs formed a distinct cleft between her thighs, with curvy shapely hips that tapered into a trim waist. Her breasts were small but perfectly formed globes, oddly human for a somewhat reptilian creature, but tantalisingly on full display now she didn’t wear an androgynous set of armour. Revealed now she didn’t wear a helmet was blood-red hair, gathered into a bun but raked free by her long nails so if flowed in elegant waves down her slender neck to her shoulders where it clung to her wet, shimmering skin. I stood there aghast as she stepped out of the bath and down the steps running down the side. Sniper was a girl! A late teen if the average Sangheili physique was anything to go by. I wondered if it was even legal for me to be staring like I was. It must have been rude at the very least, as she walked directly towards me with purposeful strides, unabashed of her nakedness. She was still leering in her unreadable way, and I thought this must have been the last straw. Somehow she was pissed with me already, and now I was drinking in her naked body like some unashamed pervert. My body clenched and seized up, preparing for Sniperess to beat the light from my soul. In moments she was on me, and I had to look up to keep my eyes on hers. Though my gaze had shifted permanently down, eying the dark meaty nipples on her breasts. I felt a tightness in my towel, but could barely think about anything other than grabbing those lovely tits before I had my shit kicked in by the alien amazon teen. With both hands she shoved me against the sleek wall of the shower. This is it, I thought. I was going to be found bloodied and broken in the shower, all my dignity gone… Except then Sniperess squatted down low, silently hooking her fingers under my towel and pulling it apart. Her eyes widened a little in time with my own as I realised I’d grown a complete erection just ogling the lean, curvature of her naked, shimmering body. My erection bobbed free of the towel, now pooling around my feet and my member bobbed as her hot breath washed across the sensitive pole. She gauged it’s size in her hands, and I must say I was kind of proud of myself given the way Sniperess was eying my cock. She looked genuinely impressed, almost afraid to touch it as she experimentally ran her fingers across the tip. She eased some of the skin back and forth, and pulled it down a little only to let it bounce back up, eyes following with fascination. I wondered if she was impressed by the size, or perhaps it was the overall shape and composition that held her attention. Eventually I cleared my throat, her gaze flitting up at me. “So, uh… now what?” Her head cocked ever so slightly. It was kind of cute, and she obviously had no idea what the hell I was saying. But something told me our communication barrier wasn’t going to be much of a problem. Angling her gaze back down to the new toy she’d found, Sniperess’ mandibles slowly flared open like the blossoming petals of a frightening, tooth filled flower. My heart stopped and for a second I considered running like I had my worst drill instructor breathing down my neck. Except I froze, giving Sniperess her chance to plunge forward and swallow me whole. “Oh, fuck,” I whispered as my dick disappeared down the tight wet cavity that was her throat with a long throaty gulp. Her dripping warmth sank down all around me and it was as if I’d fallen into hard vacuum. All my senses went dull, and all that mattered was the velvety hot muscles yielding softly to hug my cock like a soft, fleshy vice. The way the Sangheili mouth worked, there was essentially no mouth. It was all throat, and every inch of my member disappeared down that tight, convulsing, passage with ease. She didn’t choke or struggle, or even show any sign of discomfort. And her teeth only lightly raked the skin on my hips. When my eyes fluttered back open, I caught her searching my face for approval. Seemingly understanding what my smile meant, her eyes fell blissfully shut, before she gently pulled back… then rocked eagerly forward again. She had dropped down into a half squat, half kneel, with her hands planted against the wall either side of me for balance. She then rocked smoothly back and forth, fucking my length with her throat, air seemingly being an unnecessary luxury for now. With nothing else to do with my hands I reached down and tangled my fingers into her velvety hair. This seemed to encourage her and she picked up the pace. Each deep thrust she swallowed my cock with a gulp and a tender, milking squeeze. Soon the sound of wet gargling mingled with my heavy breathing echoed through the empty bathhouse. The crown popped from the quivering opening leading down her throat with a wet smack, and with a calm sigh Sniperess released the breath she had been holding for nearly a minute. A thick strand of gloopy saliva connected the tip with one of her mandibles. Then something curious happened. She extended a tongue I didn’t even think her kind had and licked up the excess drops of spit trailing in long gloopy trails from my glistening member. It was a deep purple colour, long, slender and prehensile like that of a lizard. It seemed to slip out of a cavity at the base of her throat’s entrance and slid out between her mandibles to lap up across my member, before wrapping once around the shaft and eagerly but tenderly jerking me up and down. There was something cutely mischievous about Sniperess’ cocked expression as she worked. As if she was saying ‘bet you weren’t expecting that, huh?’ In moments I was breathing hard again, which encouraged Sniperess’ strokes for a few moments. Then finally, dragging her long tongue over the sensitive tip to lap up a few more strings of drool, then retracted. Settling back a little, she opened her mandibles again, presenting her throat to me. Now there was no more mistaking her intentions for me, she clearly wanted me to take her. So take her I did. Stepping forward, I rested both my hands on the back of her head, grabbed two handfuls of hair and with the roughness I expected of Sangheili sex, I yanked her forward and impaled her face on my cock in one go. Her eyes fluttered, and she flexed her body eagerly against mine, swallowing strongly to massage my length with her powerful, wet throat muscles. Nature took me over, despite there being nothing natural about this coupling. I was balls deep in an alien gullet. You can’t convince me that this is what God intended to happen when he plonked us on Earth. Either way, my hips began to roll and as if I had settled between the thighs of a human woman, I began fucking Sniperess’ face like a pussy. And going by her low, throaty moans vibrating all around my length, she loved every minute of it. Sniperess was no longer pinning me for balance. She let her head rest in my grip, let her body undulate back and forth at my whim and left her arms dangle down her sides, hands resting calmly on her thighs no matter how hard I fucked her. Her tongue slid out of her throat while I plugged it again and again, wrapping tenderly around my balls and tugging slightly, encouraging me to plunge into her harder. Her eyes were open, peering up at me pleadingly as long strings of her drool started running down her skin and dripping from my balls. There could only be one thing she wanted out of this. And the way she was swallowing me so effortlessly, she was about to get it. I tightened my grip on her hair and tugged hard, hilting my cock into her throat earning an eager, gargling moan from Sniperess. Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull and a light crimson blush formed across her slack mandibles. Her body was trembling and shaking as my cock plugged a squeal from escaping. Almost blacking out trying to hold back the torrent of cum churning out of my balls just for her, I let the dam break and ejaculated down her gullet. Long, warm ropes of my semen were eagerly gulped down. Sniperess kept leaning forward as I moved back as if unwilling to break the seal until she had swallowed everything I had to give. But eventually she did need air. This time when I pulled back and my cock sprang free from her throat, Sniperess coughed and gasped. Perhaps I’d taken just a little longer than she’d expected to cum down her throat, but she let out a series of long, satisfied moans as she caught her breath all the same. Some of my cum escaped her mandibles and dripped down to her chest, splattering over the top of her heaving breasts. The way her blush persisted, her chest heaved and her hips bucked involuntarily at the air, I couldn’t help stare in amazement. Had she just orgasmed through me fucking her throat then subsequently cumming down her gullet? I peered past her heaving body and noticed a thick pool of creamy white fluid splatter the deck between her thighs, a string of it dripping from the tight, untouched cleft between her thighs. It was alien fem-cum if I’d ever seen any. And her fingers looked clean, so it’s not like she’d fingered herself to orgasm. She really had gotten off on letting me fuck her throat. The perfect woman turned out to be an split-faced alien warrior. Go figure. Other than the hazy daze in Sniperess’ eyes, I couldn’t really read her expression. this was probably the Sangheili version of a post-coitus lip-bite. Slowly but surely she got to her feet, shakily I noted. She then reached past me and activated the shower, blasting us both in warm water. She stood over me as the water cascaded down both our bodies, washing away evidence of our frantic face-fucking. And for good measure, Sniperess didn’t seem interested in letting me wash myself. Instead her hands were all over me, exploring every inch of my body, paying special care to rub my flaccid, thoroughly satisfied length. In fact, her sleek, soft hands paid so much attention to cleaning my privates, in moments I was raging hard, erection pulsing eagerly in Sniperess’ hands. She cocked her head inquisitively at it for a moment, then shutting off the shower immediately dropped down into the position again. down on her knees, mandibles flared open and extending her tongue invitingly for good measure. “O-oh, no, that’s okay. You don’t have to do it again,” I tried to tell her. “I’m plenty satisfied already.” My bobbing erection made a liar out of me as Sniperess waited patiently, not understanding what was keeping me. Her tongue extended and wrapped around the end of my member, tugging encouragingly. I sighed thinking, Whatever, then stepped forward and let her guide my dick back into her warm throat.