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“What do you say, Xoda? It will be a quick run,” said a brutish, bassy, and raspy voice.

“And the prophets will have our skin if a prisoner escapes,” answered another voice, less deep but coarse, marked with inflexible intonations.

“They won’t; the bald monkeys never managed to escape. Come on,” the first voice confirmed.

The Languid Penitence wasn’t a standard vessel from the fleet. Instead of a cruiser made for combat or fighting, it was the covenant equivalent of a prison. The strongest, most dangerous, and most valuable prisoners were kept aboard the ship with the direct supervision of the Prophet of Redemption.

Even though the aging Prophet never dared to enter the decks below or the tiny prison directly, even less the quarantine where Xoda’Madull and Siphum had been posted.

A strange duo of a Sangheili and a Jiralhanae. The two species had often been pitted together, fighting for the Prophets’ favors and attention. But in the case of Xoda and Siphum… Their relationship was more promiscuous, especially with the Jiralhanae’s hand gripping the Sangheili’s dripping groin while pushing the smaller male against the wall.

Xoda wanted it: his scent was sweet, eyes yearning, and mandibles quivering from anticipation. That blue armor and the fabric beneath couldn’t hide any details from the Jiralhanae’s gaze.

“It’ll be fast. And if you are stuck, I will handle the guard alone,” whispered Siphum while his grip tightened and Xoda’s legs nearly dropped. Those eyes watered, and the smell grew more intense.

“Is that true? You would do that?” asked Xoda, his purplish saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth in anticipation. One drop Siphum reached and wiped.

“Yes! Everything for you,” he laughed… Then leaned to kiss Xoda’s upper right mandible, following it as it backed and that elite’s mouth closed.

It wasn’t so difficult to convince Xoda to do it. They were in the middle of the day; most prisoners were too sluggish or despondent to care about their departing captors. As for the superiors, they never appeared.

It was a perfect moment as Siphum placed a hand behind Xoda’s armor and pushed him toward their security post.

The vast room could have easily welcomed a dozen soldiers and guards like the two, notwithstanding the grunts. But it had been decided that only the two were needed for that shift. The reason for it wasn’t the calm of their station but rather one peculiarity Siphum directly handled as he left Xoda alone in the middle of the room.

The middle-aged Sangheili was a fine specimen. He was not an excellent fighter, as his blue armor proved. But he had a certain attitude that made him easy to work with, especially for Siphum.

The Elite’s body was wiry, with tense muscles beneath the dark brown skin. A few scars from scratches and bites peppered his back, one slowly exposed while the blue plates dropped and rattled on the ground.

“Who will it be?” he asked, his golden eyes looking above his shoulders before he leaned and exposed that plump rump, those curved thighs, the delicious feet. That body shouldn’t be hidden.

“Rahr. It’ll be the funniest,” confirmed Siphum as he verified his corner of the room and knocked against the metal bars.

“You are a pervert,” said Xoda, as he turned and showed himself to the Brute: broad chest without any hint of scars; cord-like muscles beneath the skin in the guise of pectorals; chiseled abdominal muscles without any fat; plump and swollen black nipples peaking and yearning; strong hips supported by well-defined core muscles.

Siphum could have whistled at the sight, but he was accustomed to it. One body he had explored too many times, yet he could still feel his loin burn as he looked further down.

With his naturally spread legs, the Sangheili’s groin had a natural V-shape his wide thighs couldn’t hide even if squeezed together. That lengthy lower belly was perfect to accommodate Siphum’s desires… And well, Xoda possessed the sweetest vulva on that side of the Galaxy.

From what Xoda had told him, the Sangheili hadn’t been like this during his youth. But with a few changes, he possessed a body fitting to a soldier… Albeit, he had kept the remnant of his previous identity.

Such individuals often lived hiding away their true selves, afraid of being exposed. A shame for Siphum as he admired those dripping lips, the purplish flesh peeking from between while kept in check by the natural two mounds on both sides.

And the smell. It was so sweet… And he wasn’t the only one to smell it as the growls around grew stronger.

“You are so perfect,” were Siphum’s words as he managed to shake his head and close his jaw.

“Oh, shush,” Xoda contested by approaching, his arms crossing over his chest and watching today’s choice. “So… Rahr. I guess I’ll have to call sick?”

“Hmm… Hmm. I’ll carry you, and you’ll stay in the station,” groaned the Jiralhanae, leaning and kissing the Sangheili’s neck while running a digit against those abs.

“This is acceptable.”

Well, it wasn’t like Xoda had already stripped. Even though the Sangheili had kept his composure, a mere whiff revealed how his heat had grown more intense lately. He was at the peak of his cycle.

This was a perfect opportunity for Siphum, who led his partner to sit and lean on one of the benches before he returned to the cages.

The Helioskrills were a rare sight beyond Sangheilios. Red and gray-scaled, those quadrupedal predators looked like lizards with elongated muzzles and erected spines all over their backs. In the arid environment that was their home planet, they thrived as perfect ambush predators that would jump on their prey and devour them. Those ones, however, had been purposefully bred and tamed to become hounds... should a prisoner escape. Their presence was another layer of security, and they had to be fed regularly.

But Siphum had seen another opportunity in their presence. With a whistle, he opened the lock and released a beast.

It stepped out with its elongated muzzle up, sniffing and inhaling the pervasive perfume within the room. It sniffed, turned, and darted its head at the Jiralhanae, the brutish alien with primate-like features. That one had the smell of the Alpha; it had to be followed. His size and strength were a sign the Helioskrill respected. Its spines erected in anticipation, it stood ready to receive any order and to pounce on a prey.

But another smell came along: sweeter, familiar, intense, one that made the Alien’s slitted eyes dilate. Its nostrils opened wide; saliva dripped from its mouth, and tension appeared under that scaled skin. Its spines erected harder while its slit opened and peaked that red, spear-like, cockhead. Its thin presence peaked through, releasing a musky and heady perfume that swirled and followed the beast when its head snapped towards the Sangheili.

That one was primed from breeding: Xodas’ scent was charged with enough pheromones to alter the chemical balance within the beast’s brain.

The Helioskrill immediately turned to the Jiralhanae, showing its teeth and lowering its paws. It was ready to pounce, to jump. Instead, the Alpha stepped back and lifted an arm to the Sangheili.

“Isn’t he cute?” asked Siphum, chuckling towards Xoda’s direction, the smaller alien and natural prey seemingly clenching his thighs.

The Helioskrill approached with a defiant gaze toward Siphum and then Xoda. It was unsure, its steps calculated, but the appeal was too strong: that scent surely tempted him. It couldn’t be any other way for the beast whose nose picked up the details of Xoda’s perfume. Finally, with its last steps, its head almost nestled between the Sangheili’s clenched thighs, its warm breath onto the vulva.

“He-… He’s doing it,” moaned the Sangheili, his raspy voice peppered by sharp inhalations when the reptilian beast rubbed its muzzle against the dripping orifice.

“What... a good hound,” answered Siphum, slipping behind Xoda to hold onto those shoulders. The Jiralhanae’s strong and calloused fingers were perfect for squeezing and massaging the tensed muscles, unraveling the knots, and easing the weight the Sangheili had been taking on.

“Let Rahr do its magic,” continued Siphum, kissing Xoda’s shin and a bit more while both watched the Helioskrill in action.

As usual with the hound came the inspection: their eyes were good over long distances, but they relied on their noses in short quarters. This was no different as it sniffed and breathed onto the sensitive cunt. Then, once satisfied, came the second phase: the lick.

With a growl, the hound opened its large mouth and let free of a serpentine tongue, barbed with soft spines that were used in cleaning when that appendage, as long as a limb, ran across the creature’s scales.

The tongue's sheer length was astounding already. Yet, its whip-like shape was perfectly prehensile when it lowered onto Xoda’s cunt and rubbed between the folds.

The Sangheili couldn’t resist… Wouldn’t resist the beast’ kiss.

Xoda gasped when the soft and pliable spines rubbed against his lips and further inside. His orifice couldn’t be described as tight, not with all experiences with Siphum… But he could clench it. An act that was pointless when that tongue contorted and slid in between, closer to a saw. Its rubbings were driven by the tongue extending on one side and bending on the other, making the entirety of the organ slide against Xoda’s vulva.

The sensation was intense; Xoda had never managed to pinpoint how to describe it… But it came closer to an electric shock, or the time he passed a hand near a Fireblade. The contact brought shivers along his spines and limbs; it wrought his mind in a new, different way. It… made him tremble and quiver like a pathetic recruit getting through his first battle.

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Y- Yes,” answered Xoda with a muffled voice, his mandibles opening and closing following whenever the tongue angled itself against his clitoris. He heaved like a beast of burden yet kept his thighs open to let the creature taste the juice dripping from his vulva.

Then, the slithering tongue reached its limit, and for half a second, Xoda’s orifice was released from the brushing.

Half of a second later, the tongue tip contorted to slip once against the vulva again, but, this time, it pointed and aimed right at the orifice instead of angling against it. The tongue forced against the tense walls and, by squeezing itself, prodded inside.

A hoarse gasp escaped that wide-open mouth.

Siphum observed, kissing the top left mandible while his thumb dug within the scalie skin to appease the tension. Xoda was always so nervous and eager to follow the orders, so dutiful. He needed breaks, from time to time. Such as that one, one the Jiralhanae offered while breathing softly against his lover’s ear.

“He’ll be through. And then, you’ll get it,” he encouraged.

And as sure as he said, he saw the creature starting to growl and shake its head. Helioskrill weren’t patient or delicate lovers. That long and concrete exploration wasn’t a token of affection but a way the beast tried to see if their partners were receptive to their advances. If it continued and lasted for so long, it was due to the incompatibilities between the two species and the difference in pheromones.

Yet. Siphum knew from experience what would follow.

The growl, feline-like and deep, grew in intensity when the Helisokrill inflated its throat sacs. The red appendages swell in anticipation, marking the hound’s desire to breed. And breed… It shall.

Siphum held onto his partner’s shoulders, who trembled when that tongue was suddenly pulled away. The hound remained there, glancing and sniffing around before it lifted a clawed paw against the bench. Then another, then it leaped on it while its drooling mouth was a few inches away from the Sangheili’s head.

But what Siphum and Xoda watched was the hound's erect cock pressing out of its slit. Long, spiky, with a definite red cocktip and a yellower shaft, it dripped with that purplish precum.

The three stood still for a moment, their raspy breaths echoing within the large room until the Helioskrill lowered its hips.

It lowered and tried to adjust its position to the primed creature beneath it. It wasn’t a female of its kind; the perfume was too different and intense for its nostrils. But the pheromones weren’t lying about the fact the Sangheili could be bred.

It didn’t matter then since it had the perfect tool to handle that.

It kept lowering, its hips gyrating while it tried to point against the licked and dripping vulva. One moment, it brushed him but slipped. Another, it pressed too much on the left and touched the Sangheili’s legs.

Such an exercise on the small bench was laborious for the beast, but it adjusted… Slowly, steadily, until its spiky dick prodded against the wet vulva it had tasted. From the folds emanated that same smell mixed with its own, sampled by the spines all over its dick. That was it. That was enough.

Without waiting any further, the Helioskrill growled and plunged. Its cockhead forced against the gaping vulva, tasted the flesh, and experienced the texture against it. Sweetness and acidity confirmed that was an orifice it could breed. Warm and tacky fluids pressed against its organ while the Hound pushed down… Down… Down.

It saw the movement from the Sangheili as its limbs tensed and acted up. Those large hands could be dangerous, and those legs could stop the Helioskrill from breeding.

The Hound’s pupils dilated again, its mouth watering. Ever so slowly, that elongated muzzle descended near the Sangheili’s neck and shoulders to bite it and stop the movements. But… it sniffed.

The Alpha’s scent was precisely on the Sangheili, on those shoulders and neck. Something the Helioskrill noted by erecting its spines a moment, hissing, then retracting its head in front of the two aliens. It couldn’t bite, it couldn’t stop the movement… It hissed again, searching for another solution on how to ensure it had bred that vulva profusely.

And it chose.

“Hhh… he-He’s picking up,” moaned Xoda while dwarfed by the Hound above him. The creature had been a second away from biting his neck and holding him still that way, only for Siphum’s presence to remain. And those fingers to massage the tense muscles.

The next second, the Helioskrill attitude changed. It went from meticulous and calm to growling and… Brutal.

Its hips gyrated, its body arched. And with a hiss, it joined their hips together with a brutal slam. Its eyes, too, were different as its dilated pupils were fixated on the Sangheili’s head while it humped without a care for the Sangheili.

Not that Xoda would have stopped it. Quite the opposite, as the soft scales from the creature’s groin were rubbing against his clitoris. He saw sparks whenever the pressure was on his partially hooded organ. He smelled a faint metallic savor right when the spiked dick went fully inside him and hit the limit of his vagina. He… clenched his thighs by reflex right as the Helioskrill attempted to pull its dick away and dragged along the Sangheili’s folds.

The sensations were overtaking Xoda; without Siphum’s presence, he would have been writhing and thrashing against the bench.

Already had he arched his back and exhaled with his mandibles wide open. Already was he holding onto the cold, hard metal on both sides of the bench… Already was he slobbering all over his chest while feeling his lover’s lap beneath his neck to protect it.

“H- He wants it!” growled Xoda, his eyes rolling while the creature kept humping… And humping… And humping. It pressed, nearly hammered their hips together. And it felt good.

“Who wouldn’t?” confirmed Siphum, passing a finger over Xoda’s sweaty forehead to depose another kiss.

The Jiralhanae admired with a gentle smile how his Partner endured the thorough breeding the Helioskrill was giving. The Beast’s body moved with purpose; its body shrunk, so it was ready to pounce away in case he or an apex predator would attack Rahr.

It was a natural reflex, one Siphum had expected and waited for. If the beast weren’t able to keep its partner steady or feared for an Alpha, it would go from a long penetration to rough humpings that would quickly lead to an ejaculation.

It wanted to pass on its genes; that was inevitable. And it picked the fastest way.

Such simplicity was what Siphum loved with those sessions, loving to see his partner and lover writhe in agony but without having to make any effort or end up in pain. Sangheilis were more enduring than Jiralhanaes. Breaking his own back wasn’t worth it.

However… Helioskrills were perfect at this. Their brutality, their endurance, their nervosity allowed for the ideal breeding Xoda needed.

“Breathe,” encouraged Siphum, digging his digits right above the ribcage, where most of Xoda’s tension usually pooled. It was a knot he undid while shivers and quivers shook the poor Sangheili to his core.

It wouldn’t make him orgasm, though he could tell the Sangheili had already done so once or twice. But it would help relieve the pressure… And make the experience all the more intense for the middle-aged Sangheili. Though, Xoda never admitted it.

Nor that he would admit in public he had been a female before or he was enjoying his Hounds’ affection.

“Close your legs around the Helioskrill.”

The Helioskrill’s eyes widened as its humpings slowed, and the Sangheili’s legs closed on it. It tried to ignore it at first, still humping and feeling the orgasm rising in its loins. But as the legs were on it, stopping it from moving right and left, the creature had no choice but to trash back and forth. Such violence made the Sangheili below quiver and the pressure from the vulva stronger.

It was… Like pulling a weight. It pulled, pulled, pulled until the folds started to be dragged along, and most of the penis was out.

Then… It forced back, squeezing and forcing the folds where they were. It forced deep inside while the Sangheili below uttered a mumbling moan. He even cried though the legs did not hurt or hit the Helioskrill. Therefore, it continued its breeding. Its cockhead hit the inner walls each time, finding that only a part of its dick was fitting inside… And with the pressure, the fear gnawing at it, the Hound forced deeper.

It hit the depths deeper, ramming with an increasing strength. So much so that its legs and hips burned with a bright pleasure.

Xoda’s breath was a mess. His body was a mess.

Quivering, trembling, flinching, crumbling. He silently begged for the Great Journey to advance its pace and ravish him before the beast did. He sought for that relentless pleasure to slow and give him respite.

But no… Not when the creature growled and punched his guts above. His vulva had been claimed, outstretched by the creature’s enormous shaft. But… It seemed not enough. Not when it kept poking and probing despite the inner walls clenching.

“M- Mercy,” he mumbled with his eyes rolling, his mandible no longer retaining the flow of saliva dripping from his mouth. Mercy, he wished to be graced by it as his head nearly hit the bench, lest for Siphum’s legs. He almost wished that leg wouldn’t have been there for a moment so his mind would have embraced oblivion just for a second.

But no. Not when the first contraction arrived, but both he and the hound howled. They cried.

Siphum watched the two in tandem, their reactions echoing. Much like this was the tension arising in the Sangheili’s body.

His rough hands descended on the Xoda’s breasts, stroking and caressing the scalie skin soaked with sweat. He passed a thumb over the nipples to feel their slight erection, the drum beneath them, as well as the rigor. He pushed within the skin, dug, and felt the beat mixed with the quick and unwilling breath.

“Slow... down,” said Siphum, hitting right below the solar plexus, a nerve point particularly effective with the Sangheilis.

He pushed into it, and heard the long raspy exhalation coming from his partner. Beneath his touch, Xoda emptied his lungs. Hence, he kept reaching for that spot to release all the Sangheili’s pressure. Once… Twice… Thrice.

The long, raspy breath continued, sometimes completed by hiccups.

But nothing could have made the Helioskrill act that way and relax. It pounced, it rocked, it rammed itself within that orifice that had been quivering and releasing its sweet and tempting perfume. The female was primed and had reached orgasm. It only needed to add that seed, and it would be done; it would have pups.

So was the reasoning behind the feral beast's pounding and shaking, which crushed the bench below them.

It pressed, its knot pushing outward and afar from its slit. Blood had rushed to it, filled the swollen spot, and left it big and red. It was enormous; such a size could have made many a soldier balk at it and step away.

But beneath the Helioskrill? There was an orifice it could use and desired… And it punched, it punched, and… Passed past what seemed to be a wall.

It pushed.

It pushed.

Xoda screamed as the push passed through his cervix. Female Sangheilis rarely had to suffer that fate, their biology barely allowing it. But the soldier had to endure it as the beast pushed within and… Knotted itself inside.

The Sangheili could feel his folds embracing and holding onto the enormous bulbous base while it rubbed inside. But once it started to settle, by crushing and widening the orifice further, Xoda had no way to resist. He moaned, his eyes rolling while fluids dripped from his outstretched vulva.

His fluids… And the creature’s.

The… Helioskrill had bred him, stuffed him, and filled him. A hot white rush was inside him, a numb warmth spreading in his belly while the beast above relented and whined. Xoda couldn’t see its head, but it was surely facing Siphum at the moment. Not that he could… Think about it. He melted under the creature’s weight and warmth, his vulva filling and drowning under the Hound’s fluid.

The cries had stopped, as had the grunts and growls. Siphum’s fingers had moved upward and returned to the shoulders, not to massage them but to keep Xoda steady while he and the Helioskrill faced one another.

The beast remained territorial and had its genitals deeply plunged within Xoda… Therefore, its slitted eyes were directed at the Jiralhanae, watching him like a treat. All the while, Siphum only saw a beast, a hound, a tool… One that watched while its orgasm receded. Soon enough, as the clenching prostate stopped and the spewing followed, the beast would calm down and return to its tamer state.

One where it would be easy to lead it back to a cage, ignoring the whimpers and grunts from the creature.

Siphum smiled to himself, sensing Xoda’s heartbeat beneath the skin and each flinching whenever the Helioskrill moved but an inch. Sure enough, he would be unable to walk tomorrow and would have to rely on the Jiralhanae…

Who smiled, chuckled, and passed a finger over those wide-open mandibles to collect the bead of saliva and close them.

“You enjoyed it?”

The voice came clean, soft, loving. A whisper in the large armory room, silent and mostly forgotten within the ship. Maybe the prisoners had caught a glimpse of the cries and maybe even understood what had been happening.

But none mattered for the two guards, too entangled as they were in their own pleasure. And, as Siphum stood up and stroked his codpiece, he chuckled.

“Should I get you another hound?”