All characters depicted in this work of fiction are of legal age of consent.



1
I did my best to stare at the sleek purple troop hatch of the Spirit dropship, very aware of all the eyes on me.

And her hands for that matter.

Sniperess was seated directly beside me, her legs crossed like a prim and proper lady as she leaned over, her head resting heavily on my pauldron. At the same time one hand was resting ostentatiously on my armoured inner thigh, the other caressing cheek playfully as I wished I’d had the foresight of putting on my helmet before sitting down.

Further to the front of the long troop bay I heard the shifting of armour, and Major sauntered passed, glancing down at us and giving what sounded like a barking laugh. I recognised the glint in his eye.

“You absolute mad lad!” it said, despite Major not speaking a lick of English.

Further down the line of benches a few of the other Sangheili rose and followed their leader to the rear of the tuning fork-shaped dropship where the main cargo hold and cockpit were situated. Terp finally followed in the rear, pausing as he stood in front of me.

“I see you two are finally mating,” he said joyously, catching me by surprise.

“Finally!?” I blurted out incredulously.

“Yes. Our sniper has spoken highly of you on multiple occasion. Given her unusual proclivities for male company, I knew it was only a matter of time before she propositioned you. You are wise to accept. Youngsters these days don’t take kindly to rejection.”

I frowned, taking all that in. So Sniperess was that weird girl, was she? Humans had the type too, but I’d never considered myself the sort of guy to attract a xenophilic. There had been that one girlfriend who owned a dragon dildo.

A clear question still remained. “Why didn’t you tell me she was a girl?”

Terp shrugged. “I thought it was quite obvious that she’s female.”

“How would that be obvious to me?”

“Hmmm. A fair point.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me she was into me? I literally thought she was somehow angry at me and was going to kick my shit in.”

“Why? She is a female youngster, and you are a highly capable, virile warrior. You two go together like… err… chocolate and onions, I think the human term goes.”

My eye twitched irately, but I decided to drop it. Instead I asked, “You keep calling her a youngster. How young is she, exactly?”

He must have heard the concern in my voice because he chuckled lightly. “Do not worry. She is young, but considered an adult.”

“Oh, good.” At least I hadn’t face-fucked an underage teenie-bopper. “Any chance I can know her name at least?”

For that Terp had to consult Sniperess, and they exchanged a few short words. The entire time she didn’t let up her grip on me, nor did she look away. Eventually Terp chuckled.

“How interesting.” That didn’t bode well. “She’s willing to give you her name, but only if you promise to marry her.”

Oof! That definitely didn’t bode well.

“Ehh. Tell her I’ll think about it.” Truth be told, I wasn’t going to think about it at all.

They had another short exchange, and this time Sniperess did look up at Terp, giving a husky little giggle. The hand on my thigh slid up a little higher against my crotchplate as she added something that made Terp laugh out loud this time.

Despite Terp’s joy, I felt my heart sink.

“For your own sake, Corporal Wolfe, don’t keep the girl waiting too long. I doubt even your stamina will hold out for very long.”

Ugh.

Terp left with the others and suddenly it was just me and Sniperess in the troop prong. Not that it was unpleasant being around her, it was just still a little weird to me that she was being so touchy feely with me. It was like we were doing the Sangheili variation of tongue-twister right in front of our boss.

Still, the way she was looking at me I count help smile. It was kind of nice to be so desired after. Kind of like that high you felt when you were chilling with a new girlfriend. I wondered if it would wane, like it had with all my other human girlfriends.

For now though, it seemed Sniperess was feeling the same thing… as well as frisky. I made the tactical error of leaning into her and getting a little cosier, slidin my hand across the under-armour that was exposed at the top of her inner thigh.

Sniperess shuddered into my touch, her eyes fluttering for a second. This was the girl who orgasmed hard just by me fucking her throat. Imagine what fondling her would do. I was kind of itching to find out. he trouble was we barely had the time to clean up after ourselves after fooling about in the shower before we were sent to our bunks. Then early that morning there had been a briefing, followed by deployment by Spirit. We were Oscar Mike to a mission AO, and it could well be a solid day before we returned back to the FOB.

She was probably thinking the same. but it seemed Sniperess had much less patience than I. Weird, given she was a competent sniper, as per her namesake. But don’t let the girly demeanour fool you, I’d seen her fuck up a fair share of Covenant Loyalists at brutal ranges.

Sitting up, she cast a long look down the way Major, Terp and the others had gone, listened for a moment, then slid out of her seat. Dropping to the floor in front of me she immediately pulled my knees apart and worked on the clasps of my armour like she’d done this a hundred times before.

My breath caught in my throat and I threw a glance down the troop bay, half expecting Terp to poke his head around the corner and shout “Aha!”

“Here? Now!?” I hissed as Sniperess tore through my armour and worked my pants next. “Are you fucking serious?”

I had my answer quick enough despite the fact she had no idea what I was asking. Sniperess got the pants open and produced her prize. The throbbing erection she’d been gagging on last night in the showers. The very same she’d been absolutely fascinated by the entire time. and now as no different. Her reaction was the same, eyes widening as she drank in the sight with a small gasp. She stroked the length in her hand for a moment, then straightened up. Her legs first until she was doubled over with her face in my crotch, giving me a good view of the heart-like curves of her gorgeous ass. She then straightened up and pivoted on the spot.

Bending over again, she slid her fingers through the small gap between her thighs. Through the skin-tight bodysuit covering her from head to toe I could easily spot the fact she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Whether by practical design, or because she’d been planning this secretly, she curled a slender finger across the tight outline of her nubile pussy lips and rubbed gently for a moment. My dick throbbed at the sight of a small spot of moisture forming where she pressed the tip of her finger between the soft, yearning lips.

A seam opened up along her inner thigh. There was no crotch piece to her armour like my own, most of the high tech plate being aestetic based on stripped down old styles of armour Sangheili warriors would have used. Most of her protection came from a personal shield, rendering the need for plate armour rather redundant. As such, she was able to open up the seam without stripping down entirely and opened up the flap of neoprene-like fabric that covered over her groin. It peeled away with a whisper of fabric separating from wet skin, revealing a tight, hairless quim within. The lips spread slightly as she pressed to one side of the swollen labia, a glistening line of tender light blue flesh revealed between those soft, inviting lips. 

I almost threw myself forward and ate her out on the spot. I wondered if she’d ever had someone do that for her. But at the same time I was kind of conscious of accidentally making her scream, on top of how we were on the clock. My eyes flitted down the troop bay, and Sniperess followed my gaze, understanding.

As quickly as she had engaged, she went in for the kill.

Squatting down in my lap, she grabbed a hold of my erection and guided me t her opening as she sank down. There was no ceremony or ritual. She wanted me inside her as quickly as physically possible. And to be totally honest, I didn’t mind in the slightest.

My hands on her curvy hips, savouring the perfect, elegant shape they made tapering up to her mid-riff, I helped her ease down with a gentle, encouraging tug. Sniperess sank down, thrighs comfortably spread, letting my glans spear apart the soft lips of her pussy. She paused there, searching for her own entrance a second, and when my crown touched that divine, warm bead of moisture she pressed herself down.

I caught her looking smugly over her shoulder, gauging my reaction. I had set my nails into her waist and was pulling harder now. My body wanted to jump up and slam into her harder, but I was thoroughly pinned in my seat by Sniperess’ weight.

About halfway down she couldn’t hold her composure anymore though. Her eyes fell shut and her mandibles went slack, a soft sigh escaping the Sangheili girl as she rode me the rest of the way down to the base.

I bottomed out in her pussy right after. Our hips weren’t quite touching, as a tightness clinched over my tip. Fuck, were Sangheili chicks meant to be this tight and shallow? It was like sticking my dick in a wet, silky vice. She squeezed so hard it felt like she was trying to guillotine my dick off with her pussy. And still Sniperess pressed, reaching back and squeezing my arm while balancing on the armrest of my seat with the other hand. My dick almost buckled as it seemed she wanted to press me into her womb.

Then the tight neck of resistance snapped. Sniperess dropped nearly an inch and her hips settled on mine. The sudden break made her hand shoot up to her mandibles, muffling the soft cry of pain as her whole body jolted in reaction.

But only now did she settled down in my lap, my cock hilted al the way inside her, the actual neck of her womb just beyond the broken hymen clenching on the wet tip of my cock.

I stared up at this incredible alien woman for a long time as she caught her breath in the wake of losing her virginity. I was speechless. Hell, even if I had something profound to say, there was no way she’d understand. It’d almost be worth calling Terp over just to ask what the hell she was thinking!

Why had she given me her virginity? And why did she let her first time be here, like this? Was she so desperate to have me she couldn’t wait?

Or was the risk of being caught just part of the thrill? She obviously had no qualms fucking a human, so she was already a xenophilic. How many other kinks did she have for me to discover?

As I was staring, Sniperess slowly recovered and smiled at me over her shoulder. Her body started to flex, her tunnel clenching and squeezing as she gyrated on the spot at the same time, rippling from the tip down the shaft, sucking me in tighter, milking my length as if her womb was desperate for me to shoot my seed inside and put out the fire in her core. It almost seemed impossible for Sniperess to be a virgin with these types of moves. Or perhaps like everything else in her life, she’d been trained for this.

Planting her hands either side of my seat, she shifted, elegantly crossing one slender leg over the other. Sitting pretty in my lap, her pussy somehow tighter than before in this new position, she started riding me, grinding back and forth with every downward thrust.

And all I could do was hold on and help her go. Not that I’d stop her in a million years. 

In moments the both of us were quietly panting, Sniperess going as far as clenching her jaws so she wouldn’t moan out loud. The way her eyes were rolled into the back of her skull while the skin on her mandibles turned red, it became very evident she really wanted to.

All the time we alternated our gazes between leering at each other lovingly and quickly checking down the compartment to make sure nobody was coming.

Faster and faster Sniperess rode. Wet sounds started to mingle with our heavy breathing. And then she tightened like a velvety glove, her hips shuddering uncontrollable. Still she rode, up and down, slivers of sticky, creamy alien girl-cum clinging to my shaft, visible with every up-stroke she made.

I came not far behind her. She felt me swell and clench, moving by the guidance of my hands on her wide hips. When I pulled back, she let herself crash down in my lap with a soft wet sucking noise, slamming my crown against her innermost core just as I released, filling her womb with jets of hot cum.

Both of us sat there breathlessly for a while. My arms had wrapped tightly around Sniperess’ mid-riff as she sat back against me like I was a living chair, her head angled back to rest on my shoulder.

The afterglow wasn’t going to last long though, which was a pity given this was Sniperess’ first time. the rattle of boots carrying down the long compartment made us both jump in panic. She just about managed to leap off my cock with a wet pop and pulled her bodysuit shut while I dressed myself in record time.

When Major moved in view I was sitting casually with Sniperess standing over me pretending to check her beam rifle. He barked to get our attention and beckoned us to join the group.

The cockpit was located to the rear of the dropship where the rest of Major’s squad were gathered. The pilot was seated in a well of holographic terminals and readouts, a VR-headset mounted to his helmet linking his vision to the external cameras.

The pilot said something, easing back the throttle stripe and pulling back on the flight-stick.

“We’re setting down in the hangar now,” Terp translated.

On cue, the forward hatch oriented between the two long fork-like prongs that were the flank-facing troop bays, opened from floor to ceiling, spilling clean white ‘human’ light into the compartment. My eyes were so accustomed to the whorish purple strip lights of alien design I actually had to shade my eyes from the harshness spilling in.

Major and his peeps were out first, Sniperess and I trailing in the rear. She had her beam rifle ready, and my hand relaxed on the stock of the pistol affixed to my thigh as we descended the ramp to the deck outside.

The space station hangar felt familiar. I couldn’t tell you often had I descended a loading ramp into a hangar of this design. Except today I wasn’t being re-assigned to another corner of UNSC space. I was disembarking into what was essentially hostile territory.

Jackals and Skirmishers were all over the station, forming work crews as they stripped the facility of everything valuable. From arcs of plasma sparks showering far walls where a group were cutting up armoured plating to patch their own ships, to groups ferrying piles of salvaged electronics or other supplies and weapons.

The aliens themselves were decked out in mix-matched gear. Some of it left over from their loyalty to the Covenant, other bits of clothing, armour and weaponry adopted from the UNSC caches they had raided. These guys were mercenaries. Bandits.

“Damn pirates,” Terp swore, nodding to a couple of Jackals fighting over a leftover MA5B assault rifle.

It was a miracle the station was still space worthy with the work the pirates had done already. Much of the bare bones structure was on display. Many terminals and lights had been torn out already. They were certainly wasting no time grabbing everything they could and loading it onto the small alien frigates nestled in the spacious hangar.

Waiting for us was a small group of aliens. Four Jackal bodyguards flanked a single fanciful looking Skirmisher. Now my xenoanthropology isn’t what it should be, but I could recall from many early morning safety briefs that Jackals and Skirmishers were essentially the same species, with Skirmishers being the sub-race more closely related to their flight-capable ancestors.

Being the sub-race, I always expected them to be at the bottom of the pecking order, but with piracy so ingrained into their culture it was always hard to tell who was in charge at any given time. a rule of thumb we’d learned on many recon trips was the dude in the shiniest armour was typically top dog.

That held true int his case too. The Skirmisher was only taller than its fellows by standing straight upright in a prim, feminine pose, and it was certainly ostentatiously dressed in pre-schism Covenant armour, shimmering with a golden finish interlocking over a blue-grey bodysuit similar to what the Sangheili wore.

The jackals had more of a hunched posture, keeping their long saurian heads low and in line with their shoulders, maws hanging open as they breathed and shook the long quills protruding from the back of the skull. More spines decorated their bare forearms, leaving much of the dirt coloured reptilian skin on display.

The Skirmisher was sleeker, with much longer, more tapered avian features. And why became quite obvious as I reached the bottom of the ramp and stood before her.

She had the body of an athlete, quite the swimsuit model like Sniperess, albeit smaller, skinnier to the point I could probably wrap my fingers all the way around her waist, begging the question; where the fuck did she keep her organs?

A crown of shimmering silver plumage was swept back from the back of her skull, her face’s exoskeletal structure much more closely resembling her avian ancestors. Her beak hooked at the tip, where a saw-like pattern of teeth were on display, with dark yellow eyes sunken into her skull. More feathers decorated her forearms, gaps in the golden armour allowing them to be shown off like a peacock posturing for a mate. The plumage actually fanned out in a bit of a display as we approached her.

Pirate Mistress kept her three-fingered claws resting on her curvy hips, one of the talons on her feet clicking with raptorial impatience.

Major immediately introduced himself, switching to a Covenant universal dialect the Skirmisher would be familiar with. In my mind I followed along, despite not knowing what had been said. That morning I’d been brought up to speed on the play. Major was working as a diplomat on behalf of the UNSC to negotiate with the pirates the handover of this station back to human forces. A full-on assault to re-take the place would be a waste of time and effort, so the UNSC were perfectly willing to buy back what was rightfully theirs.

My presence, the commander had assured, was just so Mistress understood the human interest in the station was serious. 

But as Major was talking, Mistress I could see wasn’t even looking at him. Her gaze went past the Sangheili officer and remained fixed entirely on me. Eventually, when it seemed Major was asking if his proposal was being understood, the Skirmisher outright ignored him and moved forward. 

Her elegant arms swung down by her side as she moved with the grace of a model moving down the catwalk. I’d faced a fair share of Skirmishers on the battlefield to know they were agile, highly mobile and extremely dangerous if you weren’t quick. One clawed foot went in front of the other as she elegantly swayed her hips with every step.

My hand fell into the grip of my pistol, lowering my head just a little. If she took offence to the human in her presence, I’d have to be quick to duck and weave in case she went for the eyes, as Skirmishers typically did. Then it would be a rolling gunfight while backing up the Spirit ramp.

Mistress however didn’t make any sudden moves. Her head tilted, peering at me with one eye as she moved around my side. I heard her talons click on the deck as she circled behind then appeared at my opposite side. This time however her features had changed. Her eyes were narrowed, though not suspiciously. There was something friendly to the expression. Seductive even.

“You must be the Wolf of Verdun,” she said suddenly, her English rather perfect despite a soft click where her beak snapped shut at the end of the sentence. “Made famous by disabling the Verdun Shield Tower. No small feat. But curious all the same. From the stories I would have thought you taller.”

When I didn’t say anything she set one claw back on her sleek hip, the other reaching out for me. I didn’t flinch, I didn’t even blink. Let her come, the daredevil in me whispered.

Her talon-like nails stroked across my cheek, and then her fingertips as if testing the texture of my skin.

The moment her fingers connected, Sniperess was at my side snarling like a furious pit-bull. Terp had to grab her by the arm and pull her back, while Mistress watched quite bemused and smug.

“Jealousy is a sexy look on you, girl,” she teased, easing closer towards me. Close enough now the elegantly curved breastplate moulded to the contours of her ample bosoms connected with my arm. “Keep wearing it. I quite like it.”

Sniperess only growled as Terp translated, but she didn’t make any further attempt to lay into Mistress.

Turning back, Mistress angled her face towards mine. She wasn’t much taller, less than an inch or so, but she made sure to straighten her back as much as she could in order to posture over me. It was kind of hot, given the wonders it did for the shapely curves of her ass as well as push out her armoured bust a little more.

“You’re very quiet for a negotiator,” she said.

“I’m not the negotiator,” I answered, nodding to Major.

“You think I want to negotiate with him? Don’t make me laugh. The Sangheili are hammers. To them everything is a nail. But humans… I’ve been in their company for a long time, doing business of all sorts. It’s how I was able to survive after the schism. I’ve brokered deals that would have seen me drawn and quartered for heresy by the Covenant. Which is such a waste, given humans are rather…” She paused as if searching for the word. And as she did, her eyes slid down along my body, her claw moving from my face down to my shoulder, then elegantly across my chest-plate. “Fascinating.” She said, running her bright red tongue along the upper edge of her beak. “Humans have nuance at least. Among other traits I find rather desirable.”

In the meantime, Terp was translating in the background for his fellows, half catching Mistress’ attention. She formed something of an impatient scowl then whirled away, walking back towards her bodyguards, beckoning me over her shoulder.

“Come along then, human. I prefer to negotiate all my, ah-… business deals, in private.”

I was not liking the suggestion in her voice and looked to Major for help. Once he was caught up by Terp, he gave something of a frustrated huff, then offered no more than a shrug. My gaze then slid to Sniperess. She was glaring after Mistress as she walked off past her bodyguards. Terp must have translated the suggestion in Mistress’ voice as well, because she gave me a worried look.

Then her features softened and she stepped out of Terp’s restraining grip. Locking eyes with me, she begrudgingly gave me a firm nod. I could see it in her eyes. The words almost jumped from her mind into mine.

I’d just been given the green light to fuck this bitch’s shit up.



2
Mistress seemed to have made herself quite comfortable in one of the officer’s quarters. It was also one of the places left entirely untouched.

On the way over we’d passed entirely stripped corridors and rooms, some in such a state I could see down three decks below. Working across every nook and cranny of the station were Jackals and Skirmishers of all kinds. And now I was taking the time to look, as well as knowing what to look for, I was beginning to notice the vast majority of them were female.

The Skirmishers were easy to suss out. Despite being avian with some reptilian traits, they were the most recognisably feminine, following roughly the same curves and contours as a human woman. They had wide, telltale curvy hips and breasts of a modest size which you’d have to ask a xenobiologist about if you really wanted to make sense of it.

Jackals were more subtle. Their females were flatter in the chest department, so those wearing armoured chest pieces were easily mistaken as male. It was those in simpler fatigues, or donning only the skin-tight bodysuit that served as under-armour where the feminine curvature became much more obvious. Other than that, the women had had more of a straight-backed, prim posture. Their limbs were also slimmer and more elegant, with a build almost resembling a stick figure. The still had the fierce maws and brightly coloured quills, but also darker leathery patches of protective hide on their necks and shoulders. Again, the curious ought to maybe speak with a xenobiologist.

For ever two males I was able to identify at least a dozen females. Either the men were elsewhere doing something else, or it seemed like Mistress’ brood was mostly made up of ladies. I wondered if there was a particular reason for that.

For some reason a fantasy came to mind of me taking on the role of a conquistador, butchering all of the men during the war, leaving the alien ladies so lonely they adopted a weird form of Stockholm syndrome and started worshipping my dick.

Fuck, this thing with Sniperess was having a weird effect on me.

Mistress’ quarters had obviously been to a woman before, given there was a perfumed scent in the air, an extensive wardrobe she’d already rummaged through and a pile of make-up in the bathroom sink. But what made it even more obvious was the girthy, ribbed dragon-penis shape dildo stuck to the bedside dresser, it’s arrow-head tip still glistening with recent use.

Forget the catalogue of expensive perfumes, make-up and lingerie Mistress had been exploring. The fact she’d found another woman’s dildo, an exotic one at that, and didn’t hesitate to give it a whirl made me pause.

Also, the thing was familiar in a strange way. It was pretty much identical to the one my ex-girlfriend owned, the one she’d been given by her bestie as a joke birthday present. One of those joke birthday presents that quickly became her most prized possession.

In fact, one of the reasons she was an ex – unrelated to the dragon dildo essentially replacing me in bed – was due to her numerous promotions. She’d jumped through officer ranks and ended up getting stationed far away from where I was curb-stomping Covenant troops in the inner-colonies. And given this dildo was the same brand, shape, size and even colour; I wondered if by some cosmic coincidence I was somehow standing in her damn quarters.

“Humans make such fun toys,” Mistress pointed out, drawing me from my weird patrol down memory lane. She breezed seductively past me, still swaying her wide, curvy hips, then set a claw on the tip of the dildo. The suction pad secured firmly to the dresser she flexed the silicone toy one way, then let it bounce erect again. Her face angled so one eye could peer at my reaction with bird-like intrigue, she added, “But I’ve always wondered if humans are just as fun themselves. I certainly hope so.”

Her eyes flitted sharply down to my crotch, then back up again as she brushed seductively past me again.

Oh, fuck. I was seeing very clearly where this was going.

I’d been jumping out of orbit and killing aliens since I graduated high school, and never once had I met a non-human ready to fuck me in ways other than pumping burning plasma down my throat. Now all of a sudden, alien women were throwing themselves at me from all directions. Had I kicked so much ass over the years that cuckolding Covenant men was just the natural progression I was destined to follow?

“The UNSC commander in chief has discussed the matter of our business with the department of finance and resources and…” I quickly realised none of the UNSC’s political shit was going to mean anything to Mistress, so I quickly changed tact. Smiling, I corrected. “My leaders really want this station back. And while they’re perfectly capable of taking it back, we have an old saying. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. In this case, it makes the whole galaxy blind.”

“We also have a saying. It goes; peck out your enemy’s eyes before they peck yours.”

I chuckled. “Good saying. Except what if the one you think is your enemy is actually a friend in disguise.”

I was cracking out all the useless philosophical talking points my buddies and I had discussed during uneventful orbital drops. I turned to face Mistress and show off the charismatic expression I was so proud of, only to have my smile visibly falter.

She was angled away from me and had a clawed foot propped up on the seat of a nearby chair, working the clasps on her thigh armour. The golden plates fell away, deposited with the rest of the pieces she’d been removing as I talked shit.

Clad in just her armoured boots and the skin-tight bodysuit that left literally nothing to the imagination, she turned to face me again. I could clearly see the hard bumps of her nipples poking through the fabric on her breasts, and like on Sniperess there was a distinct outline of her slit between her slender thighs.

A finger bet described as her thumb caught the seam running down the front of her suit and opened it down between her breasts, towards her belly and right down to just above the crotch. Her tight little quim was left just out of view, bar where the bodysuit hugged the inviting cleft, with her bare flesh from the mons right up to the light freckles in the valley between her breasts left visible.

“Oh, don’t mind me, human. I’m just slipping into something a little more comfortable. Please continue,” she said coyly, swishing aside and behind a partition screen next to the wardrobe. I could hear the shuffling of her taught, athletic body slipping out of the bodysuit, watching the sexy silhouette of the feminine Skirmisher wriggle side to side as she worked the suit off her shoulders, down over her curvy hips and along her sleek legs.

Gulping despite my dry mouth, I did my best to keep my tone even as I continued. “We are willing to buy the station back from you. We have old colonial projects that were cancelled due to the war, so we have tools, seeds, rations and other home-building equipment we can offer as payment. Valuable resources in these times, I’m sure you know.”

Mistress harrumphed. Her silhouette was idle, hip cocked out as she balanced playfully one foot while an arm was outstretched to hold open the wardrobe. She was either looking for something that caught her fancy, or something that would fit her.

“You think they are valuable, but I can think of things that are far more valuable.” She seemed to make her decision and reached in to retrieve something. What followed was my wide eyes following the curvy contours of her body as she wriggled into something else, the soft swish of fabric rubbing across her sleek hide again. “But my people don’t have much use for colonising worlds, or even stabilising our home. In Kig-Yar society, you either survive or your die. And the best way to survive is to have both an army and an armoury.”

She finally shrugged something over her shoulders, pulled it shut across her front then stepped out, one claw elegantly clutching the edge of the screen as she rested the other on her curvy hip which was cocked seductively out to one side.

“Like what you see, Wolf of Verdun?” she asked as I drank in the sight.

She still wore her armoured boots as if they were a pair of fuck-heels. But for the rest her bare light grey body was tantalisingly garnished with just a little lingerie she’d pieced together. A leather choker wrapped about her slender throat, with a classy pendant bearing the world ‘slut’ dangling from it. then there was her bra which did nothing to cover her breasts. Her round, meaty midnight black nipples were on full display, hard and erect with arousal. The bra merely cupped and supported them, decorating the bottom of her soft cleavage with flowery pink lace. A pair of garters circled each thigh about mid-way down, with decorative pink ribbons held up by an appropriate garter belt resting on her wide hips. Over the top was a flimsy, essentially transparent gown that barely reached the apex of her curvy hips.

Fuck, I thought, feeling my cock spring to life.

“Perhaps you can offer me a shipment of human weapons,” she suggested airily. “If they’re any way as interesting as your toys and clothes, I should be rather satisfied.”

“Uh… I don’t know if I can offer anything like that. But if you take the UNSC’s offer you’ll be making powerful friends.”

That seemed to pique her interest. Hand sliding off the screen she sauntered over, boots clicking as dangerously as her talons did. “Go on.”

She moved past me and perched herself on the foot of the bed, crossing her long slim legs. My eyes moved own along them, taking in every sleek inch of the flawless flesh, alien digitigrade knees and the smooth golden surface of her combat boots ending in bare, clawed feet. Given their length, it took me a while, and Mistress noticed.

She giggled, drawing my eyes back up.  “Well? what are you waiting for? Convince me, human. How powerful will said friends be if I accept their offer?”

I shrugged as if it should have been obvious. “We won the war.”

“Hmmm~. That you did. Which I guess makes humanity powerful. I like powerful.” She licked the edge of her beak ostentatiously as before, making a show of angling her head down and then back up again as she checked me out. “But I was more interested in you specifically, Wolf of Verdun. Are you powerful enough to convince me to take this offer?”

“Yes,” I said a little too quickly, and she giggled again.

Bouncing to her feet with the dangerous Skirmisher agility I was familiar with, she quickly closed the gap between us. Every ounce of my instinct yelled at me to reach for my sidearm, but my cock throbbing against the inside of my armour told my instinct to shut the fuck up.

One of her arms wrapped around my neck, while her other hand gently felt down the front of my armour. “Ah-ah-ah, human. You have to sell me the idea. Convince me how powerful you are.”

I feigned a confident scoff. She’d liked the idea of humanity winning the war. Maybe claims of conquest and victory worked well on her. “Killed enough of your guys, didn’t I?”

Her beak shook and she let out a soft, clicking purr that sent a chill down my spine. It was quite like listening to a woman crooning, begging for your touch. “That you did, Wolf of Verdun. A big powerful warrior, killing all the Covenant men, leaving us girls all lonely and needy. Having a powerful friend would be handy. After all, friends look out for each others’ needs, don’t they?”

“That they do.”

As we were talking I could feel her hands working sneakily on my armour. Her fingers had felt their way to the buckle on my belt and she was blindly working out how to get at the pants beneath.

“Is the Wolf of Verdun my friend?” she asked, her voice barely above a breathy, seductive whisper now.

“That depends. Are you thinking about taking the deal?”

“Thinking about it. But like I said. You have to sell me the idea. Why don’t you show me the benefits of having a big powerful friend like yourself to tend to my needs?”

The armour about my crotch fell away and I felt her catch and pull down the zipper on my fly.

I sighed internally. Cowabunga it is.

Reaching down to my hip, I detached my magnum from the magnetic mag-holster and let it clunk to the ground. My hands then started working at the clasps of my armour, and despite liking how I’d finally picked up on what she was laying down, Mistress quickly set her claws on my forearms. 

“No, leave it on,” she whispered, talons gently scraping down every eldritch surface of my black camo armour.

Maybe she was into guys in armour. Or maybe she was into the fantasy of me having just murdered all her men and am going to repopulate using her body. But lets be real, that fantasy was working for me too.

“Whatever it takes, marine,” the commanders orders echoed in my head. “We need that station, so do whatever it takes to help the Sangheili Major secure this deal.”

As she gently worked open my pants with her fingers, guided by the throbbing hard mound within that was itching for escape, my hands snaked into her robe in turn, opening the flimsy fabric giving her dark grey hide a light purple hue. Tentatively I tested the sleekness of her curves through my gloves, the cut-outs of the thumb, index and middle fingers letting me feel the leathery quality of her smooth skin. It wasn’t leathery as in a rugged jacket, but more like the smooth faux-leather skinny pants that were a popular fashion accessory now and days (among women, but also among modern men, unfortunately). Her skin was taught and sleek, perfectly slippery and almost entirely without any rough texture under my dry fingertips.

Mistress arched her back, pressing her body a little tighter against me, leering up at me like an excited nubile young woman at an older lover. Her fingers fumbled, and eventually she managed to release her prize. Looking down she gasped, grasping my length in both slender hands. There was enough cock for it to peek out behind her palms as she wrung at the shaft excitedly.

“Goodness me, it’s big. And so smooth. That’s incredible. I bet it feels nice inside me, like it’s moulded to fit perfectly in my vagina. Human women are so lucky to have such incredible playthings such as this.” She angled her head and gave the dragon dildo on the dresser a glance. “Why would they invent such brutal ribbed toys when their males have cocks so perfectly suited to a woman’s pleasure?”

Mistress obviously had her reservations when it came to sex. I wondered exactly how barbed the average Jackal penis was in order for her to form such an opinion.

She backed up and crawled backwards onto the bed, pulling me along by my erection. The way she lay back, opening her thighs, she was obviously ready to get his show on the road. But the words whatever it takes, marine, echoed through my mind again. This was a negotiation too. I was going to have to impress upon Mistress the benefits of accepting the UNSC’s proposition.

God, the things I don’t do for Earth.

Planting my hands on her inner thighs so she wouldn’t trap my had between them, I eased down and pressed my mouth against her quim. Mistress immediately acted like I’d hit her with a taser. Her back arched off the bed as she shookand convulsed against my face. One claw dug into my scalp, setting her nails into my skin while I heard the other literally tear through the bedsheets.

Her surprised scream told me all I needed to know. She’d never had someone do this for her. 

Good. That gave me an edge.

So far my tongue had just been licking her slit from bottom to tip. It was light reconnaissance so far. But she seemed to be enjoying herself all the same.

“Is this what you do for that Sangheili whore!?” she blurted out gasping. “No wonder she’s such a protective slut. She wants you all to herself. Well no more. You’re mine now! Your tongue belongs to me, and I’m going to use it all up!” 

Yeah, yeah. Keep yammering, ‘ya smug broad.

With a slight dip I was able to place the opening to her vaginal canal where it was meant to be. And there was a small nub of flesh I assumed was her clit, again right where I’d expect to find it on a human woman. It seemed nature had perfected the pussy design and rolled it out in mass across species.

Familiar with where her most sensitive parts were, I focused on her clit. Every woman had differing variations of enjoyment of this frontal assault technique, but one constant held true. The ones who’d never been eaten out before didn’t know any better, again putting me in a much needed advantage.

I paid particular attention the fleshy little clitoral hood just above, and made sure my swirling patterns weren’t just firm, but consistent. The trick wasn’t to speed up or slow down, but to deliver a constant stream of pleasure. Then listen to her moans and increase pace only when she hit those cues, like checkpoints of pleasure, points where her body began craving for more.

Thankfully for my poor tongue, Mistress managed to rise through those checkpoints rather quickly.

“Yes! Yeeeeesssssss~! That’s it, human. Eat me! Eat me all up!”

I didn’t stop until she was screeching with orgasmic mirth. And even then, spluttering and drowning in a gush of her juices splurting across my face I kept going. She didn’t really have any feminine musk like I was expecting. Odourless and tasteless, it was easy to just keep lapping and licking through the steady trickle of warm juices. It was thick like cream and slightly whitish. But other than that, not very distinct.

I only stopped when her body relaxed on the mattress, laying back with one hand draped over her face as she caught her breath while the other pawed at the sheets.

“Wonderful,” she whispered softly between gasps, as if she didn’t want me to hear.

I pressed my tongue firmly on her clit one more time, making her body rock back and hips buck into my mouth a little tighter for a moment then lapped up over her mons, her body shuddering and relaxing under me again as I came up for air.

Standing, I was torn both ways. One half of me was hoping Mistress was well enough satisfied to sign off on our deal proposal there. But the other half was hoping she’d insist on making me slide into that tight, excited body of hers.

Sitting up, she caught me by the collar and pulsed me in close. Her beak opened and her tongue slithered out licking some of her juices from my face. Her free hand at the same time closed around my diamond hard cock, rubbing the length playfully in her smooth palm.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Don’t think I’m satisfied so easily.”

I pushed her into the bed by her shoulders, letting her feel the combined weight of my body and armour. That seemed to do wonders for her, as she pressed her hands against my abdomen and spread her thighs a little wider. It was easy figuring out where to go from there. She was so sopping wet I didn’t need to guide myself in. My hips rolled to press my crown against the glistening dark blue slit, lips parting eagerly to let me into the silky folds within.

There was a wet sucking noise as if her pussy had a mind of its own and wanted to pull me in completely, and I felt just a little resistance trying to hold back. So I stopped holding back and let my cock slide all the way in. Mistress’ head rolled deeper into the sheets as she drew a long, shaky breath. Her nails set with a ‘scrtch’ into my armour as I bottomed out with some cock still left to spare. Only this time I was absolutely sure the tip had firmly pressed against her cervix. There was no way in hell this feathered whore was still a virgin.

While Mistress stared off into space, squirming and chirping with pleasure, looking down was quite a sight to behold as well. she was indeed quite skinny, not quite as over the top slim as I had previously thought. My hands didn’t circle her barrel of course. But her tummy was rather flat, especially where she arched her back to press her bare body harder against my cold steel carapace. So much so, that as my cock bottomed out in her snatch, a long, distinct bulge about the sizeand length of my length had appeared across her stomach.

I pressed her cervix a little harder, gently as I could and I could see the bulge throb. Mistress shuddered beneath me, almost choking on a breath.

“Do it,” she hissed. “Fuck me, human. Hammer my pussy with no mercy. You showed the T’vaoan men no mercy during the war. Now claim your prize. Claim my tight wet hole as your own.”

Leaning heavily on her I started working my hips. Nothing all that fancy. Just Ron Jeremy’s patented stroke. Back and forth with enough vigour to massage her inner walls quickly, but also not to slam her cervix with the loe and tenderness of a jailhouse shivving. At the apex of each thrust into her core I purposely slowed down so I wouldn’t hurt her… or myself for that matter. She was an alien after all, so for all I knew her womb had defensive barbs or teeth in it.

Mistress was loving it though and began bucking her hips forward to meet my thrusts. Her legs were splayed out in the air, thighs spread as far as they were going, kicking feebly as she lavished in the pleasure of my thrusts. Her claws were set on my chest, eyes shut and her beak hanging open to let small warbles and chirps that mingled with the wet slaps of my cock disappearing into her tight, warm body.

I wondered how many cocks had passed through her. Probably none of them human. Though even so, Mistress was incredibly tight. Tighter even than Sniperess’ virginal tunnel.

“Fuck me, human. Fuck my tight body… Gods, I feel like a Goddess being worshipped. It’s amazing how good this feels.”

Her beak suddenly trapped shut as her eyes shot wide at that ‘OH~!’ moment I nestled into her with a long, deep thrust. Her whole body shook and her limber legs kicked uncontrollably. With a loud spurt she squirted a wet orgasm all over my crotch, a wave of warmth bathing my dick and balls.

And still she bucked her hips into my, keening with a shuddering breath as she held on to me tightly.

“More, human. Is that all you got?” she asked. “Surely you can do better than this.”

I rolled my eyes, not really caring for her tone. Considering she just came all over my cock and I wasn’t even halfway done yet she didn’t have much right to be smug.

Grabbing her throat, earning a surprised chirp from the alien bird, I lifted her off my cock and flipped her around. She wasn’t very heavy, hollow bones adding to that patented Skirmisher agility I figured. She was plenty tall she could have stood on her own in my grip, so that wouldn’t do.

Hooking my arm under one leg, I made sure to keep her feet off the ground as I slid into her from behind, Mistress’ breath catching with surprise. She pulled at my wrists as I held fast around her waist and clutched her throat, dominating her in an erotic chokehold. Her wriggling quickly turned into squirming as I let her have it from behind.

The bulge I was forming in her belly only distended a little further as I assaulted her tunnel from a new angle, hammering her G-spot before my cock slithered back up into her core with every thrust.

Mistress’ eyes went wide as she cried out, her whole body shaking involuntarily in my iron grip. Her pussy tightened further and only got wetter and hotter from there. Being a matriarch she was used to being in charge. She was used to getting on top or telling men exactly what she wanted them to do. But now I was in charge.

Suddenly becoming a sub must have been a new experience for her. And it really seemed to get her off.

Mistress came pretty much instantaneously, her juices cascading down my balls like a waterfall. More trickled down her inner thigh, streaked over the sleek surfaces of her boots and dripped from her clawed toes. Gush after gush flowed down her legs.

Slamming her with reckless abandon, it was like I had broken something in her brain. With every slap of my balls on her wet, smooth skinned quim she seemed to reset her thoughts.

‘Slap!’ “Oh-Go-…!” ‘Slap!’ “Oh-Go-…!” ‘Slap!’ “Oh-Go-…!” ‘Slap!’ “Oh-Go-…!” 

If anything, her repeated reset encouraged me to go faster. And what came out of her beak next could best be described as avian screeching. She seemed to have forgotten her English, as good as it was.

I could imagine a Jackal walking by outside the door and pausing, wondering why his mistress was screaming about ‘a cat being on fire.’

About the fifth or so squirt a puddle was beginning to form at the foot of Mistress’ bed. And that was about the time I heard something literally snap in her brain.

“Gods, please cum!” she begged. “You fuck so good, I can’t take it anymore. I’m cumming too much! Please, just finish. I’ll do anything. Just cum inside me already!”

I felt the need for sure, but I wasn’t quite there despite her pleas really helping me along. With a mischievous smirk it was time for me to take the initiative of this negotiation.

“Yeah? What are you ready to do?” I murmured into her ear – or thereabouts anyway. She didn’t have ears really, as far as I could tell. But given the hot and wet situation, I wasn’t going to go looking into those semantics.

“Anything! Please~! Oh, Gods, I’m… I’m…” Another wavering, breathless screech as what must have been her seventh orgasm running down her leg. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her skull and her tongue as dangling loosely out the side of her beak.

“How about the UNSC’s offer? Ready to accept it?”

“Yes! Yes! Anything! I’ll take it, please just cum! Fill my womb! Pump a clutch of chicks into my belly!”

No certain that was even possible, I was well enough satisfied that the mission was accomplished and let myself rise over that crest I’d been teetering on. My body clenched as I forcefully held back the coming torrent, then slammed once more against her cervix.

Despite the force, Mistress warbled mindlessly as I released directly into her, my cum warming her womb, filling her to the brim. Right to the point of break. Same as her pussy being so shallow and tight, her womb just couldn’t hold all the seed. Despite the tight seal her pussy made around my shaft, seed bubbled from the raw, wet lips and trickled down her thighs in small pressurised spurts.

As I came down from that dizzying high, I slammed her down onto the bed where she landed on all fours, sprawled a little awkwardly but she stuck the landing well enough. Then still clutching her sleek hips I yanked her back hard, forcing her to rock back and forth, impaling herself doggystyle on my cum-slick pole.

Mistress pressed her face into the sheets, letting out long pleasured sighs that sounded like a songbird’s sweet mating song. And despite being lost in a mindless, numb stupor she bucked her hips back against mine, gyrating for a moment as I hilted inside her, then rocked back forward and repeated the rhythm.

Eventually I just couldn’t stay hard enough and I slipped out of her tight cunt, my wilting dick followed by a bubbling load of cum that simply would not stay inside. Wiping my dick on the firm globes of her ass was almost enough to get me hard again, so not to tempt fate I quickly stepped back.

Mistress in the meantime flopped over on her side, still shaking as if she was having a seizure. Each time her body tensed there was an audible ‘splort’ and another bit of cum dribbled from her sensitive pussy.

“Mmmmhhh~!” Mistress let out, curling into a ball. Her hips were still trembling as her eyes finally opened to regard me. “That was… Gods, that was amazing, human. Tell your” – an involuntary convulsion shook her legs and a small jet of my thick deposit spurted from her raw pussy lips again, making her yelp in surprise – “Oh, goodness… tell your leaders I accept – mmmhhh – the offer.” Pausing a moment to breathe deep, she lifted her head and peered directly at me with a lewd smile. Something in the eyes gave it away, even though her toothy beak wasn’t all that expressive. 

Dressing myself, I went to take my leave when Mistress called out, making me pause.

“If this was us negotiating as enemies, then I very much look forward to us negotiating in the future… as friends.”