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



1
The longer I operated under Major and the Sangheili kill-team, the more I came to realise there never even needed to be a Covenant-Human war. Hell, had the UNSC known they could have just called me up, I would have fucked some sense into the Covenant leadership.

… or at the very least their wives.

First there was Sniperess, who had a bit of an alien fetish herself. I was starting to introduce her as my girlfriend which seemed only appropriate given she was sucking my balls dry on an almost nightly basis. Then there had been Mistress who made my cum part of the payment for a former UNSC space station. Now Ambassador Vol’seretee was trying to sell me his daughter.

“She’s remarkably attractive,” Terp said, translating the ambassador’s enthusiastic sales pitch for me. “And she has been educated in housewifery by the finest wives in his family keep. There have been many applications by men from other powerful keeps to court and breed with her. But the ambassador would be remiss if he allowed his daughter to accept their seed without asking the great Wolf of Verdun and Liberator of Prosperity for a chance to woe the girl.”

I grimaced at some of the terminology being used. It seemed odd for a man to be so enthusiastic about a group of guys shooting their jizz into his daughter. And being so eager for an alien, in his perspective, to do the same was outright ludicrous.

“That’s very kind of him,” I answered dryly, “but what makes me so worthy?”

Terp scoffed. “You are a great warrior of much repute, that has only grown as word has spread these few short weeks. The Verdun Shield Tower had proven impenetrable for many months until you came along and toppled it with your suicidal, but effective plan of attack.”

I shrugged. Suicidal but effective plans of attack was something of an ODST specialty. Also a bit of a human trait if you asked the right human. Even still. “That hardly seems enough to give me such a lofty title.”

“And then there is the deal you struck with the T’Vaoan pirate mistress, liberating Prosperity station from her iron grasp. She is notoriously stubborn. By negotiating your terms successfully with her you have shown not only to be a warrior of impressive prowess, but a shrewd diplomat also. And these are to name but a few of your recent exploits.”

‘A few’ was indeed putting it lightly. I’d never worked this damn hard in my life, not even at the height of the war.

Some of Mistress’ men – yes, the men exclusively – hadn’t taken kindly to the handover of Prosperity station, especially given their only trade were some remedial supplies and Mistress getting her rocks off. So there had been something of a mutiny when I showed up with a UNSC handover team. Twenty minutes later and a few hundred rounds of the MA5D’s trusty seven-six-two later Mistress was once again squirming in my lap as thanks for ‘separating the wheat from the chaff.’ Honestly, any other pirate mistress would have been pissed about a guy breezing in and butchering all her toy-boys, but not Mistress.

I guess that kinda made me the toy-boy, didn’t it?

Then there was the structural incident. The whole of medical had become unstable from the previous owners strip-mining the place, and literally tore free of the facility. I was on the medical deck at the time for my regular health screening. Also, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t catching any alien STDs. You’ll probably be glad to know I came back clean, so my much-enjoyed tales of xenophilic degeneracy can continue without any talk of burning sensations.

Oh, right, the medical decks just ‘falling’ off the station. I spaced out and helped the EVA engineers with much of the simple labour. It was about a week of hard work, but we got that bitch re-attached and further structural analysis was done to prevent any more surprises.

Then there was talk of Brutes down on Verdun getting uppity again. Many of the Brutes living peacefully worked under the Sangheili colonists there as labourers, perfectly happy to just sort of get on with life. Technically slavery, sure, but as uncomfortable that makes me, I’m no fan of Brutes either.

Apparently some chieftain’s widow started preaching with cult-like proficiency and stirred up the locals. Got them rioting and the sort, so me ‘n the boys floated on down with some riot gear and lobbed CS-gas at ‘em from a circling Pelican.

I’m quite glad command didn’t ask me to engage in diplomacy with the Brute who did the riling up. If recent history was anything to go by, I could tell you that meeting would have likely ended with my dick in her snatch and my pelvis ground to dust.

2560 had only just started and it was shaping up to be one hell of a year.

I scratched my nose, asking, “Am I becoming something of a Sangheili folk hero?”

“That is a way of putting it, yes,” Terp admitted. He turned his head sidelong to the ambassador and said some short words, two which they both nodded, then grasping my wrist and shaking roughly, a crude alien interpretation of a handshake, the older Sangheili took his leave. Terp turned back to me, smiling. “I told him you will consider ‘tossing off your crown,’ as the human term goes, I believe.”

I didn’t bother correcting him. “Can I not?”

“The ambassador would be highly offended if you do not attempt to meet the girl at least.”

“No, dude. You could have just told me:” I quickly did my best growly impression of Terp. “No, Corporal Wolfe. That is not possible. You must attempt to copulate with the man’s daughter, or you will die a dishonourable death. Wort-wort-wort, and what-not!”

Terp could have taken offence. Given how fiercely proud Sangheili were, it wouldn’t have surprised me if he pulled a blade on me there and then. But Terp laughed out loud, a strangely jolly sound considering the towering mountain of alien muscle.

“That is funny. It sounded just like me!”

“Yeah, I’m hilarious on my home planet.” Standing, I picked up my breakfast tray. I was fully intending to spend my day off having sex, drinking profusely and playing video games. Because what were lazy Sundays for, after all? “Anything else I need to be updated on before I get some well-deserved R-and-R?”

“Yes, one thing.” Terp suddenly seemed hesitant, leaning in and glancing around as if checking to see nobody was listening in. I leaned in to meet him as he lowered his voice. “There is another reason you have been popular among Sangheili. Particularly young women like the ambassador’s daughter. In fact, she is here on the station and specifically requested her father speak to you.”

I frowned, then looked around the mess hall. It was mostly humans in UNSC uniform, some private contractors wearing a mix-match of combats and civvies. But interspersed were clusters of Sangheili diplomats and security. The former were easy to spot, given their civilian robes as opposed to the signature Sangheili combat armour.

As everyone ate in their own quiet cliques, I noticed some looks come my way. Only certain Sangheilli. Every one of the lookers was your average Sangheili adult and wore combat armour, which as we well know by this point, shrouds their gender pretty well. But the looks they were giving me were not at all subtle. Persistent glares that stuck for several minutes, even as I stared back, before they calmly went back to what they were doing.

Ask me a month ago and I would have told you ‘that split-lip is fixin’ for a knife-fight.’ It was the same leer Sniperess had given me just before she earned that ‘ess’ suffix on her nickname. I hoped they were all women, because those Sangheili were giving me ‘fuck-me’ eyes.

Terp continued. “Our young sniper has been busy on the subnet, speaking with other females in her age group. They have been speaking predominantly of your physique and ‘other’ proficiencies.”

“What the fuck? Am I being gossiped about on social media?”

Terp paused, translating ‘social media’ in his head a moment before nodding affirmative. “Yes, something like that. She has been making other females aware that you are quite skilled in bed, and by extension word spreads and some of the older females acting as security on the station are now also aware of your prowess. Also, there has been much talk of a special thing humans can do with their tongues that you are particularly good at. I’m not certain myself what that means.”

I had a fair inkling what that meant. Damn Sniperess and her twitter-fingers.

“I can advise the major to punish her if you are bothered by this.”

I sighed, quickly shaking my head. “No, don’t worry about it. I’m a big boy with big boy pants and all. I can deal with being talked about. Just, eh… just warn me if any more easily offended ambassadors show up wanting to throw their daughters at me.”

“Fear not, Corporal Wolfe. I will indeed. In fact, I have a meeting with the ambassadors shortly and I will bring it up.”

“What? No, that’s not what I-…”

“I will pressure them and convince them their daughters will not know fully what it is to be a woman until they have experienced your robust proficiency in bed, and this mysterious ‘tongue’ technique that is spoken so very highly of.”

“Jesus, Terp! What the f-…”

“I will not rest, my friend, until you are drowning in enough ambassadorial daughter pussy you’ll forget your bodily requirement for air.”

My mouth was open, but I held my breath, realising what was going on here. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

Terp laughed and picked up his empty tray. “Yes, Corporal Wolfe. Yes, I am indeed aware of this fact.” With a twist of his head and a quick wink, the Sangheili took his leave.

I chuckled as he went. That motherfucker was getting so good at human interaction it was scary.

Clearing out my breakfast tray, lest the mess sergeant use my slobbishness as ammunition for a future ninja-punch, I left the mess and wandered the halls of Prosperity station. It had been in UNSC hands for about a month now, all thanks to me and the magnanimous help of – I can’t believe I’m gonna say it – m’dick. Though, I was of course a lowly corporal and the tale of how I’d fucked some sense into Mistress so she’d accept the UNSC’s payment was so ludicrous, everyone thought it was just a rumour used to rip into me for being ‘that guy’ who got assigned the shitty ‘alien liaison’ job.

To be liaised to aliens and getting your brains fucked out by their hottest women was something of a marine fantasy. I’d be lying if I hadn’t at least once in my lifetime combat-jacked to the idea of cuckolding a Covenant general to death.

Naturally when it came to renown in my particular situation, all the credit for my achievements went to higher ups quickly claiming it was their ability to micromanage and bureaucracy that secured the station from a merry band of pirates. Now a band of entirely female pirates, I realised, given I’d put down all the men in the mutinous incident that followed.

Prosperity was going to be a diplomatic concourse, given Verdun’s location right on the borders between Sangheili and UNSC space. The nearest UNSC colony was literally just a hop to the next solar system, literally a thirty-minute trip with modern slip-space tech. But despite that, the station would be remaining under UNSC military command. As such there was a mysterious captain, some war hero whose command of the station would be announced in the next couple of days with much fanfare.

Damn officers and their ceremonies. Couldn’t they just get shit done? What was with all the social flourishing and public dick sucking?

Resenting the party I wasn’t invited to despite all the work I’d put in, I turned the corner and moved to living quarters. The Sangheili weren’t really ones to loiter when there were duties to attend to, so their barracks would be empty. Unlike the human barracks where you’d always find some skaters (men after my own heart) hiding from the staff sergeant. So, if I could find Sniperess, we could sneak off to her bunk and would have the rest of the day to ourselves.

I couldn’t help smirk as I went looking for her. I remembered our first time in the showers together, where I’d face fucked her until she came. Turned out it wasn’t some fluke. She literally loved having her throat ploughed so much I could make her orgasm by face-fucking her. I think I read something about the scientific method requiring you to repeat an experiment five or so times with consistent results before you can claim success.

I’d fucked Sniperess’ throat about twenty times so far and she’d cum every single time. So, there’s that.

Turning a corner, I almost ran headlong into a woman walking the other way with her desk officer. In the brief second I had to react, I just about got all the necessary details that dictated my autonomous movements from there. The first thing my masculine brain did was check her out. Don’t judge me; you’d check out a smartly uniformed navy woman too. 

Admit it. There’s something about that well fitted white shirt and tie, stark alabaster pencil skirt and high heels with sleek, shiny, hose-clad legs on full display.

She was on the older side but mature in the sexiest way possible. A brunette with a half-bob, cropped fairly tight around the right temple where some grey was showing through like a smattering of salt-and-pepper. She had a slim, leggy frame, with ample curves in all the right places, emphasised by the slim fit of her uniform. The top few buttons of her blouse were even open, revealing just a little of her full, ample cleavage as firm and as enticing as the younger woman trotting beside her. 

The skirt, despite looking damn good on her, was the part that really threw me. It fitted tight around her curvy hips and was so short that the opaque hold-up bands of her tights around the mid-thigh were visible. She certainly had legs worth showing, but it seemed uncharacteristic for an officer, a woman trying to strike fear into the hearts of the men under her, wouldn’t normally wear something like that.

The uniform skirts were typically an option left open to the officer in question. Most women who gained rank chose to wore pants like their male peers. It was usually only the young desk officers who wore the short pencil-skirt like a badge of traditionally provocative honour.

This woman wasn’t a lowly PA though. Her rank tabs were way too shiny. And being a marine, thus conditioned to salute shiny things, I leapt aside and snapped into a crisp salute.

My swiftness seemed to catch her accompanying desk officer off guard. A shorter Asiatic looking woman with long raven hair, she had already moved to walk around me. But glancing over as my hand bounced almost comically off my forehead in my swiftness to salute the shinies – belonging to a captain now I had a better look at them – made the desk officer giggle into her tablet.

The captain on the other hand brushed past, barely altering her path. She’d been looking through me as if I hadn’t even been there. But my sloppy attempt at a gesture of respect that had been forced on me since I was but a lowly boot made her give a second look.

Now her interest was piqued as she stopped in her tracks, stepped back and looked me square in the face.

“Timber?”

I felt the colour drain from my skin. My gaze had been impassive, but now it was horrified, my eyes slowly widening as I looked her in the face more properly now. There was only one woman in the universe who called me by my official birth-cert name.

“M-mom!?”

“That’s ‘Captain Wolfe’ to you, young man,” Captain Natalie Wolfe snapped tersely.

My hand drifted down from the salute position and my stance eased. But she quickly added, “I don’t recall saying the magic words letting you at ease, marine!”

I snapped back to attention, arms rigidly down my sides, eyes staring off into space. But what had been seen could not be unseen. My mother, an Office of Naval Intelligence captain, was on Prosperity station dressing me down like I was a lowly grunt – while barely dressed herself, might I add? But forgetting that little bit of weirdness, let’s just address the important question.

WHY THE FUCK WAS MY MOM WEARING THE SLUTTIEST ITERATION OF THE DRESS UNIFORM!?

Even her PA, while also in a pencil-skirt, wore it down to at least her mid-thigh. She even had her shirt buttoned up all the way.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, ignoring the many panicked mental questions racing around in my brain. Then when she narrowed her eyes at me, I quickly added, “Ma’am!”

It was impossible to tell my mother was in her fifties. She easily looked like she was in her thirties. And it wasn’t because she had access to the latest in rejuvenating technology. She’d always had an aversion to that shit. She was pure home grown, naturally matured human, and the envy of all her peers. There was barely a crease on her face, just a few crows-feet. No dimples or laugh lines. Maybe because she never smiled. Her face may as well have been carved from stone.

And her body… well, this is my mother, so I’ll leave the specifics up to your own imagination based on what I’ve covered already. But let’s just say; I understand if you want to fuck my mom. It was impossible to tell I’d fallen out of this woman thirty-odd years ago. And even harder to tell that this woman had any child-rearing proclivities at all. The act of making babies was what she seemed to be built for. Though given she was a merciless ice-queen one-hundred-percent of the time it was difficult to imagine her raising kids of her own.

Or maybe I’m just biased.

Her eyes were steely and unmoving, her stare piercing straight into my soul before flitting down to look at my rank markings with obvious disdain.

When she was about done silently judging me, she decided to answer in a terse clipped tone that still stoked an instinct in me to duck for cover. “Who do you think was commanding the op to re-take Prosperity station from the Jackals?”

And there was me thinking since I was doing all the work, I might as well have been in charge. Oh well.

“I’m in command in the interim,” she continued. “The new captain takes over next week. Until then, this is still an ONI-run facility. Perhaps if you had picked up rank since last we spoke you would have been included on the memo.”

She didn’t actually have to say she was disappointed in me for me to feel the smart of those words leaving a burning sensation on my cheek.

“What are you doing here, corporal?” she suddenly asked.

I opened my mouth to answer, but wasn’t sure what to say. What did I tell her? That I was a Sangheili folk hero? That women of an alien race who had been our enemies until a short while ago were all creaming their panties at the sight of me? That the steadiest girlfriend I’d had in years was a barely legal alien teen with a human fetish?

“Just doing corporal things, ma’am,” I lied.

She grunted softly, then deciding the conversation was getting boring, she turned and moved off. Just like that, the woman who had raised me left without another word. I hadn’t seen her in years, and she left again without so much as a goodbye.

As my mother trotted off, her high heels noisily carrying down the hall, her Asian desk officer lingered, still looking me over.

“Your first name is Timber?” she asked.

I rolled my eyes, muttering out the corner of my mouth, “I prefer Tim.”



2
My whole day wasn’t a bust. In fact, we’re about to get to the busting, if you know what I mean.

Around the corner lay the diplomatic quarters, which was where I found Sniperess. She was in her usual get-up, sleek plates of cyan armour over a tight fitting catsuit. Honestly, the armour bulwarking her body would have given her an androgenous appearance were it not for the lack of helmet, allowing her blood red hair to cascade in waves down past her shoulders. Just short enough to be pragmatic, just long enough to be sexy.

What was quite unusual about her however, was the friend she was with. I’d never seen Sniperess mingle an awful lot with other Sangheili or humans. She was a sniper after all, so a bit of a seclusionist by nature. Which was why it had struck me as odd when Terp revealed she’d been boasting about me on Sangheili social media (let’s of course overlook the weirdness of such a thing existing in the first place, and that a respectable young woman would boast her xenophilic proclivities on such). But then maybe she preferred the company of her own generation, of which there were few on Verdun. It was perhaps not too far-fetched to imagine young women from a culture like hers had a proclivity towards staying home to take care of the kids. 

The Sangheili with her was a young woman, much like Sniperess. They were the same heigh, perhaps this new girl even slightly shorter, but going by their overall build and features they were definitely the same age. This girl was somewhat on the chubbier side. But she was curvy with an ostentatious hourglass body-type, reminding me of a plus-sized model. Her hefty breasts stretched out the front of the slinky, figure hugging robe she wore, with her bodacious cleavage on full display thanks to the plunging neckline design. Her candy-pink plumage was permed to form some bouncy curls just over her shoulders and there were dark freckles visible across her mandibles.

I knew a nerdy girl when I saw one. And for reasons best not explained for fear of me going on a tangent, I also knew the type to be pretty freaky.

The moment Sniperess saw me she rushed over, grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me over to where ethe duo had been chatting outside one of the diplomatic quarters. The door hung open, which meant one thing. Grunts like Sniperess and I didn’t have access to any of these rooms. But her chubby Sangheili girlfriend didn’t look the warrior type. Her overall build and appearance tailored to form rather than function meant she must have been on the ambassadorial staff, so that fancy room must have been hers.

The thicker Sangheili looked me over, then placed her slender fingers over her mandibles as if trying to hide a sassy smile. She was looking at me the same way Sniperess did when she was feeling needy, so I could already tell what the two had been talking about, and where this was going.

The girls exchanged a few words, then the thicker young woman turned to me. She didn’t seem to speak any human tongue either, but touching her chest she blurted out, “Esere Vol’seretee,” in decent enough human phonetics.

It took me a little longer than I’d care to admit that the mouthful was her name. And a little longer still to recognise it.

“You’re the ambassador’s daughter. Of course you are.”

Grabbing me by my other wrist she joined Sniperess in towing me into the quarters. Ask me a month ago and I’d have been freaked out. Now I all seemed like a pretty normal Saturday.

I’d never seen the diplomatic quarters in person before. They were nice, definitely nicer than what the corps was shacked the grunts like myself into. The large, luxurious bed sat right under a wide panoramic window looking out at the stars twinkling in deep space. There was a private bathroom, extensive walk in wardrobe on the opposite side and even a small kitchenette.

It was the bed that was of particular interest to my two lady-friends.

The door slid shut and Esere backed up towards the foot of the bed while Sniperess moved around behind me, her fingers working open the buttons of my shirt with practiced familiarity. Esere at the same time opened the sash holding her gown shut around her shapely waist. And with no effort at all she shrugged the single-piece garment off her shoulders, the silky fabric sliding from her sleek skin with ease.

Her large breasts were held up by a lacy bra following rather familiar designs of lingerie. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have said she was wearing human underwear.

A garter belt with suspenders held up the semi-opaque tights cladding her legs up to about the mid-thigh. And there was a distinct lack of panties, my eyes treated to the sight of a taught cleft between her thighs already glistening with excitement.

Behind me I could hear the shuffle and rattle of armour as Sniperess alternated between undressing me and herself. I left her to it. In her recent eagerness to drop down and throat my cock right own to the hilt as quickly as physically possible, she’d gotten rather proficient at operating my pants and the clasps of her armour at the same time.

In no time at all she had my pants open and they dropped to the floor. Esere hooked her fingers into my silkies and pulled those down too, looking down with slightly widening eyes. I wondered if like Sniperess had been, she was a virgin and just didn’t know any better, because I couldn’t possibly be bigger than any Sangheili ex-boyfriend she’d fooled around with in the past.

It was hard to stay soft with the way she was looking, and I was at full attention in an instant, her tender, exploratory grip working its way experimentally up and down the shaft. She took a particular interest in the tufts of black fuzz around the base and marvelled in the way my skin eased back and forth with her ministrations.

Her hands didn’t linger long through before she was touching my face and running her fingers over my lips.

“What are-… h-hey!”

She probed my mouth the moment my lips parted, marvelling at the texture of my tongue. Literally bouncing with excitement she jumped onto the bed and whipped around. Settling on hands and knees, she looked back at me, bent over and easing open her thighs with one hand. As she did her swollen, wet pussy lips eased apart to reveal some of the silky dark flesh inside, dripping with excitement.

I looked back at Sniperess as she breezed past me. She had discarded her armour among my crumpled clothes on the floor and had pulled the front of her suit open to reveal the valley between her breasts. She twirled as if to show off, knowing how much I liked the sight of her in that under-armour, then moved to the bathroom with a small wink that said it all.

‘I’ll be back soon, lover. Have fun in the meantime.’

As the bathroom door swished shut, I looked back at Esere to see her looking back expectantly. It was pretty obvious what she was after, between Terp having revealed everything Sniperess had been talking about online and her fascination with my mouth just now.

As she pressed her breasts down into the mattress, the full roundness of her ass stuck straight up in the air, she watched me closely with excitement glistening in her eyes while I leaned forward to explore her full magnificence. Her hips were significantly wider Sniperess’, best describing her as ‘thiccc’ – and yes, the third ‘c’ is absolutely necessary. My hands worked up her thighs and over the smooth, perfect roundness of her ass. She wasn’t flabby as you might expect on a big girl, her curves forming in just the perfect consistency. Whatever god carved her definitely gave himself an incestuous erection. Her flesh was jiggly enough to be fun, but just firm enough I was almost immediately enticed to slide my dick between her magnificent globes.

That would have to wait however, because the way Esere glowered at me over her shoulder indicated she wanted something very specific. Something she’d obviously been prattling to Sniperess about before. The reason she wanted her father to sell the idea of me wooing her.

Just below her back-entrance, a tight bald cleft, a little swollen with excitement and slightly to reveal the innards that glistened with such excitement. Her Sangheili pussy was almost identical to that of a human woman. Predominantly it was a vertical slit right between her thighs. However, as if forming an X right over her treasure trove, there was also a small horizontal slit that bisected near the base of her vulva. And as her arousal grew, that glistening little cross opened like the petals of a flower, lips smacking wetly, yearning to suck something into them.

Like a laser guided missile I moved forward and puckered a kiss, firmly pressing my mouth to her pussy. And for a moment that’s all I did. 

Sniperess always hated that, feeling the warmth of my mouth against her privates and little else, allowing the excitement – and frustration – to build. To Esere’s credit she held out for a good while before she pressed her face into the bed and let out a low, muffled squeal of anticipation.  Her hips started working on their own, trying to grind her pussy into my tongue, for the moment well shielded behind my teeth. 

Sniperess would have flipped me onto my back by now and aggressively ridden my face until I gave in and tongue-fucked her like she so craved. But as needy as she was getting, Esere maintained her patience.

Then, very slowly, I ran my tongue up the length of her slit. Just enough for her to feel it. And like before, she shuddered. Her eyes fell shut and her mandibles went completely slack, dangling almost uselessly as she dribbled uncontrollably. A giggling little moan, almost like she was ticklish came out of her throat. But she didn’t squirm away from the offending appendage, instead I felt her weight press against my face. 

She wanted more. So, I gave her more.

At the top of her slit I pressed a little harder. Just enough to probe her folds now, tasting the little hollow of her yearning entrance, then flicked my tongue down. Esere gasped and bucked her hips as I flashed my tongue over her clit at first. Then I pressed firmly inside and gave that yearning nub of flesh a hard lick.

Esere cried out, loud enough I was sure Sniperess had heard in the bathroom. I wondered what she was doing in there, aside from probably fingering herself listening to what I was doing to her friend.

It didn’t take long to drive Esere wild. It had been the same with Sniperess when I first ate her out. The difference was she’d been flat on her back, struggling to hold her thighs open as I munched deeply into her sodden, hairless pussy. Sniperess had been stretched out like a cat, her arms up over her head desperately clutching the top of her bunk as she keened and squealed with absolute delight, blushing as brightly as her plumage with her beautiful emerald eyes glistening blissfully, staring blankly into the void. 

She’d cum just twenty seconds into me eating her out, and since then she’d lost all inhibitions about me settling my face between her legs. When it first happened, Sniperess had been understandably confused about what I was planning to do to her. Now and days she pushed my down by the top of my head until I was forced between her thighs almost as often as she would prostrate herself before me and dutifully opened her throat for me to fuck.

Esere held out maybe ten seconds before her whole body stiffened. Her final, orgasmic howl was muffled as tremors ran up through her thighs, along her spine and made her arch her long neck. She had stuffed a wad of bed-sheets between her mandibles and bit down hard enough for a ripping noise to fill the quarters. She had two handfuls of the sheets at her side as her shapely ass shuddered and trembled, hips bucking uncontrollably against my tongue in a somewhat metered orgasm.

She didn’t squirt like Sniperess had her first time, but it was wet all the same. Made wetter by my saliva dripping from my lips and down my chin, mingling with her juices as I continued licking and lapping and teasing and swirling.

Esere may have just orgasmed all over my tongue, but I was far from done with her. Digging my hands into her waist I held her upright and in place so there was no mistake, and I went straight back to work. I kept licking until she came again… and then again… then my tongue went numb, but I just kept going. 

Orgasm after orgasm, I kept licking and assaulting her poor little pearl until I could see the tears streaming down Esere’s mandibles. I would have been alarmed if it weren’t for her delighted squeals and the fact she’d reached back and grabbed a hand-full of my hair so now I was the one prevented from escaping.

Eventually though, as almost ten minutes of orgasmic music from the chubby Sangheili girl finally subsided into a low satisfied moan, she let her limbs go slack and she fell face down back into the mattress.

Pulling back, I saw a small glistening trail run down either thigh and soak into the silky fabric of her tights. And even having pulled back, my numb tongue still dangling over my bottom lip, Esere just kept shaking, her brown eyes rolled into the back of her skull as she cooed into the mouthful of bedlinen.

At that moment the bathroom door slid open and I must have looked quite silly, knelt down behind this thick girl’s incredible ass, my tongue still dangling out of my mouth.

Sniperess on the other hand was a vision of heaven. She had one hand on her hip, which was cocked out to one side seductively while she leaned on the door’s frame. She wore a familiar half-lidded expression of ‘fuck me, already’ that I always found hard to resist. And there would be no way I could sanely turn her down tonight, no matter how tired my mouth was.

She wore lingerie much like Esere did. A garter belt and suspenders holding up a set of sky-blue tights, with matching bra and panties. Though the bra didn’t do much other than cup her firm, perky breasts, the upper half of her areola showing over the frilly edges. Her panties were identically useless in a sexy way, sporting a sleek silk-hemmed slit down the middle revealing her glistening quim just inside.

Swaying her hips like a seductress, she sauntered forward and took her place with Esere. That was to say, she pulled the bigger girl on top of her for a tight hug and spread her thighs in front of me. With Esere’s ass stuck up high in the air and Sniperess spreading her thighs, easing a finger through the slit in her panties, making an audible wet squelch as the digit disappeared into her tight folds within, it was pretty clear what was required of me.

Her hand closed around my cock as I moved up, and she pressed me down over the sleek, soft fabric of the panties, letting me thrust against the garment a few times. It felt as incredible as her tight, smooth palm stroking my length teasingly.

There was no keeping my hands of either of them. One slid up over Esere’s amazing ass, feeling up the firm curves one more time. The other followed the sleek curvature of Sniperess’ inner thigh, before my fingers kneaded her soft mons, making her moan in anticipation before I felt up along her flat abdomen and hooked over where her hips tapered so enticingly into her midriff. 

Sniperess firmed her grip around the shaft and angled me down, my crown spearing the soft slit cut into her knickers, before I felt her warm flesh within split open to receive me. She yielded as I pressed forward, her body spreading open like a wet flower. The bead of warmth hugged the glans so enticingly, and for a moment her opening was too tight to press into. I pulled back, hearing her body give a wet little smack before easing forward again, harder as she encouragingly pulled at the base of my cock.

Now she opened to me fully. I felt her flex somewhere underneath Esere who cooed something naughty in Sangheili that made Sniperess giggle and gasp at the same time.

Bit by bit the invader disappeared into her tight depths, her vice like pussy hugging my member tightly but already so slippery it failed to hold me in place. In moments I was hilted into that divine oven, stretching open her depths right up to the core.

Then as I pulled back and set to work with my hips, my mouth went back to work on an excited Esere who was pushing her ass up into my face. I frenched her nether-lips while thrusting into Sniperess in earnest, quickly falling into a rhythm of fucking and licking that had both girls keening in unison.

While I was playing the sexy version of trying to pat my head and rub my tummy at the same time, Sniperess flexed underneath me. Her back arched and she pressed herself against her friend’s soft bosom while Esere was moaning sweetly into the warrior’s blood-red hair, munching on mouthfuls like she had been doing with the linen earlier. Both Sangheili knotted themselves into each other’s arms, rubbing and squeezing against each other, begging for more with soft growls that sounded more like playing puppies than a couple of alien women moaning in ecstasy at each other.

Esere suddenly squealed and bucked. Spreading her thighs wide in a surprisingly flexible move, she eased herself down from my mouth and squished her sodden pussy down on top of Sniperess’. The athletic alien girl immediately slid one hand down Esere’s back and cupped her wide ass affectionately, feeling up the bountiful curves the same way I had been doing so far.

As their pussies pressed together like the mouths of drooling lovers kissing passionately, I pulled back on pure instinct. My cock slipped from Sniperess with a wet pop, then I drove back forward, this time slipping between their kissing quims.

“Oh, ffffuck,” I cursed, hearing something of a similar vein growling from Sniperess’ lips.

They moaned approvingly, and rubbing both pussies at the same time I started thrusting between them, holding on to Esere’s wide hips for dear life.

My cock, while trapped – with Sniperess eagerly bucking her hips up against he underside, drenching her undies and my balls in her liquid excitement, and Esere’s hefty, pillowy mass bearing down over the top – I was at least trapped in heaven. The silk of Sniperess’ panties on one side and the open, wet lips of Esere’s slippery pussy on the other. They were slippery and hot, their firm bodies massaging all the right spots. And in return, as my erection ground against their clits at the same time, the Sangheili girls bcking and moaning, squirming against each other in a way some guys fantasise letting their women make out with another female. The fact my girlfriend was an alien didn’t change the age-old masculine fantasy.

It was impossible between the sight and feel of them drooling over my cock from their nether-lips and their mandibles at the same time, to hold back the churning tightness in my balls. Sniperess’ eyes were shut as she gripped handfuls of the bedsheets as if to anchor herself in place, a soft jet of a warm orgasm splattering my balls as they repeatedly slapped her outer labia. Esere threw her head back, crying out as a thin line of drool dribbled from her bottom right mandible, connecting with Sniperess’ shoulder.

I clenched as hard as I could as if holding myself back. But I was already over the point of no return. My vision exploded into a plethora of brightly coloured spots and the room felt like it was spinning as I released; applying a healthy helping of mayo to my hot Sangheili girl sandwich. Cum shot up between them, splattering the underside of their breasts squished together, forming a slippery layer between their tummies as they hugged tightly, cooing and panting in the aftermath.

I lost track of how long I stood there, my hands firmly planted on Esere’s ass, my cock still twitching between their slippery pussies. Slowly but surely, as I softened and slipped out between them, the girls didn’t seem to notice. Their heavy breathing went quiet, and at the same time the duo fell asleep with very satisfied smiles plastered across their faces.

Though, if anyone had any right to be exhausted, it had to be me. I’d just done all the work after all.

Still, it felt kind of good to have this affect on two women at the same time. And surprisingly it felt kinda  good to have Sangheili like these two across the galaxy lusting after the ‘Wolf of Verdun’ and the mysterious ‘tongue thing.’

Taking a breath I turned to find some pants and lay down with them. Except it proved easier said than done. In their hurry to throw off their clothes, and mine, there was a large pile of garb strewn over the carpet, and in the low light it was impossible to tell the shapes apart.

As I was picking through the folds of silken Sangheili robes and armour, movement caught my eye.

I straightened up and locked my gaze with the corner of the room flanking the door. There was a small seating area there, a couch and a swivel chair pushed into the corner with a low glass-surface coffee table in the middle.

A figure sat there, long and light with legs elegantly crossed, eyes glistening in the darkness. A slender hand reached out and waved over a sensor strip, the small light on the coffee table flicking on and blinding me for a second.

She was Sangheili. A pretty female, very much like the girls I’d just cum between. She was slim and athletic, like Sniperess, if not a little skinnier due to her maturity, and about as tall as Terp. She had at least two feet of height on me, with long legs that seemed to go on forever. Her age was further shown off by the streaks of grey in a long sky-blue plumage that cascaded down past her slim shoulders, and some subtle creases at the corners of her violet eyes.

The whole aesthetic was an alien version of the silver vixen trope, a woman well over her prime but still somehow sexy enough to get an erection out of any guy. In short, she was the Sangheili version of Captain Natalie Wolfe.

Every inch of that gorgeous body was draped in a sleekly fitted silver gown. She was covered, from the neck right down to her boots. But the gown left very little to the imagination thanks to the tight fit, not a crease to be seen as it pulled taught over the inviting curvature of her hips, pulled taught around her breasts and hugged her long-tapered limbs. There were even small bumps showing her hard, aroused nipples poking through the cloth.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered under my breath, realising this woman wore the garb of a Sangheili diplomat whose quarters we had so obviously just used, then started stammering out an apology. “M-Ma’am, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise-… I didn’t-… we were just-…”

I was so busy trying to cover myself up I didn’t even realise I was speaking English to a Sangheili who probably didn’t understand a word of what I was trying to say. Except, to my surprise, she gave a smile I was beginning to recognise given how many times I’d seen the same expression on Sniperess’ face.

The Sangheili woman lifted a slender hand and gestured me, in a surprisingly human way, to calm down. “It is quite alright, Corporal Wolfe. Calm down.”

Her English was perfect. Better than Terp’s even, which was saying something. There were certain phonetics Sangheili simply couldn’t say properly given their ghastly oral design. But this lady pushed through those difficulties with the same sexy grace with which she sat seductively before me.

The sight and sound of her was about enough to make my exhausted cock throb, and she must have noticed the movement because her eyes flitted ostentatiously downward.

“I gave your lady-friends permission to use my quarters,” she explained with a glance at the snoozing girls on her bed. “With the condition that I be allowed to watch. A condition they obviously forgot to communicate to you in their excitement to drag you into my bed.”

I grunted, swinging my arms slightly and feeling quite sheepish standing before the mature alien woman like a butt-naked lemming. “You, uh… like to watch then?”

“Usually I prefer to take part. However, your show was more than satisfactory,” she said wolfishly. I could tell she was telling the truth, going by the dark, glistening wet spots on her garb, the sodden edge of the couch and several drops of moisture laying on the glass coffee table.

What surprised me was I hadn’t heard a peep out of her before now. Then again, both Sniperess and Esere had been moaning loud enough to probably cover it up.

“I had to be sure the rumours about your prowess were true.”

“My operations report-…”

“I’m not talking about your combat prowess, Corporal Wolfe.”

“Of course not.”

Slipping one hand elegantly off her thigh she patted the couch beside her. “Come. Sit with me.”

I swallowed hesitantly, then glanced down at the floor. My pants were still lost among the hastily shed garments and armour pieces Sniperess and Esere had torn off. Feeling I’d look even more stupid scrambling around trying to find my clothes, I walked over and sat myself down beside the mature Sangheili, hearing her purr faintly with approval.

“From the stories I expected you to be a Spartan. But I’ve met my fair share of ODST and have yet to be disappointed,” she said, looking me over more thoroughly. 

I’d never quite understood how some women complained the way men simply checking them out was in some way the same as a physical violation of their bodily autonomy… except as I sat there with the Sangheili’s eyes gliding up and down my naked body I suddenly kind of got it.

If looks could molest, this alien cougar was outright pinning me down and raping me. And a morbid part of me wanted her to have at it.

“I have a situation that requires your particular skillset,” she said.

I nodded. “I’m willing to hazard a guess as to what kind of situation that is.”

She noticed my eyes glide down her sumptuous body in turn. That made her giggle huskily, an exciting sound only a sexually mature woman like herself could pull off perfectly enough to make my dick rise almost an inch.

“That’s not exactly it. Though I would hardly say no if you were to throw yourself at me, Corporal Wolfe.” She narrowed her eyes seductively, tracing her long slender fingers from her knee down her silk-clad thigh. “It has been a while since I’ve enjoyed the company of a human.”

That threw me off-guard just a little. How many men or women could possibly be in my situation. I was the first Earthling-Sangheili liaison as far as I knew. And to have bedded a Sangheili alone was such an unusual concept, I’d figured my situation had been unique.

Though going by this lady’s looks and words, clearly that wasn’t the case. She eyed my body with a certain familiarity, lingering on all her favourite spots. There was a clear effort to hold herself back from reaching out and touching me, clear evidence that the rampant xenophilia going around wasn’t just a thing among younger Sangheili generations.

“The pleasurable company aside,” she continued to say, “I believe you’ll be perfect for an operation I have planned.”

“Operation?” I paused, scratching my head. This diplomat was requisitioning me for a mission now? Who the hell was she even? “I’m sorry, ma’am, I’m afraid you have me at something of a disadvantage.”

“Oh, how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself.” She extended an elegant hand to me, smiling brightly. “My name is Zara ‘Sofidee.”




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Continuing this story, I have a couple of fun ideas, I’m just not sure which one I want to write next. So, I’ll leave it to you, dear reader to decide. That’s right! You get voting rights! For free! No patreon subscription needed!

Should Wolfe’s next adventure be to woe a brute matriarch with a cum-drinking fetish?

Or will he get involved with a yandere ossoona stalker? Geeze, can you imagine a murderously possessive Sangheili stalker capable of turning herself invisible?

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