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Thel'Dathur's bootsteps echoed through the empty halls of the 'Requisite Duty'. Each armored foot clanged aginst metal and was followed by an obnoxious echo that bounced through the walls of the ship. Every step seemed to impress upon him an unknown vastness to the vessel, but he knew this to be a lie. In atmosphere he'd see the Requisite, hardly bigger than a liche, with strange sensors and devices bulging out of its black-purple hull like the boils of a diseased thing succumbing to a slow death. He'd assumed it was a horribly mutated creation. But the old prophet overseeing this mission had assured him it was a legitimate pattern, just not a very common one.

"Espionage is not a Sangehili fortae, hmm?"

The prophet's words drifted through his memory like dancing ashes from a slow fire.

The narrow corridor he walked through was darker than other ships. The walls were a black shade of purple, and the pink lights, though there were many, were all dimmed. It was as if everything was shadowed by some looming creature. The artisans of High Charity's forge must've thought that a stealth ship required a dark interior as well as exterior. Such were the products of an artist.

Yet the dark atmosphere couldn't detract from the beauty he always found inside any vessel. Metal walls curved and warped around him like the waves on the shores of Sanghelios. Waves that he had ran and laughed through as a fledgling. Waves that he had been instructed to stand in for hours, as his teachers told him that honor would keep him standing no matter how exhausted his muscles became. Waves that he would like to return to one day.

He eventually came upon a door. A circular portal of black steel with a ring of soft white light in the middle. It opened with a low 'hiss' when he was a few steps away and he walked smoothly through onto the bridge.

The screens of holographic purple lit up corners of the chamber. A sanshayun sat in a unadorned, levitating throne. His wide eyes studied the glyphs and feeds that decorated the hard-light screens in front of him.

“Hail, prophet."

The prophet greeted his words with a slow-growing smile.

"Ah, Early as ever, hmm?"

Thel placed a hand to his chestplate and his eyes glanced at the floor.

"Honor could not allow me to be late to my duties."

"Hmm, of course, noble one… You seem to be much earlier this time…hrmmm."

The prophet's expression turned thoughtful for a moment. Then he waved a thin arm through the air, gesturing at the displays infront of him.

"The humans are conducting another training exercise. Their ships are so primitive, yet, hmm, elegant... As much as my mind yearns to watch..."

His cloudy eyes seemed to grow distant, staring blankly at the wall. Then shifted back to stare directly into Thel's own. The Sangheili suppressed a shiver at the countless years of knowledge in that gaze.

"...The body is, hmm, stronger than the mind."

The San'Shai'yun's floating throne slowly began to turn and he hovered silently towards the door, the small smile still present on his face.

As the door hissed closed, Thel walked up to the console.

He ignored the holographical display of the mock battle the humans were conducting and instead pulled up the Requisite's diagnostics. Checking fuel levels, hull integrity, their stable orbit around the nearby moon. His fingers flicked over the controls as his eyes ran through the data. The shields were still at 100%. The air quality was blue. Plasma torpedo battery read full. Their rations remained enough for 2,250 shifts...

His movements stopped as he ran that number over in his head... He turned to look at the door behind him. 750 more times he would walk through and greet the prophet. 750 more times he would check the ship's health for changes. 750 more times he would long for the doors to open onto a scorched battlefield, the splash of plasma and even the ring of kinetic human gunfire. His mandibles pressed together at the thought.

He felt the rough calluses on his hands against the purple controls of the console. Most swordsmen he had met wore gloves, despite every sangheili's natural protective hide, hours of handling a staff did no favors to the skin. Thel had scoffed at the commonly touted myth that the people of the Du'an'dath sea just had tougher scales than other holds. But this was not true. Other holds just didn't have the honor required to stand against the pull of the waves and the biting salt wind for countless days. They had honor in battle sure, but battle honor could not keep you sane against the endless tide for long... 750...

His eyes wandered to the mock battle the humans were conducting. The group of tiny rectangular ships fired in unison at far off targets. Training for a battle that would most likely see them dead before a single shot could be aimed at a covenant ship. He felt a pang of sympathy for the heretics and their fruitless plight. They were so inferior, yet so many of them. Why the gods had created such a weak yet plentiful obstacle to the Great Journey he did not know.

Too long had he sat and watched, now he had begun questioning the gods. He grunted, this 'espionage' was the real heresy. In a year, the Fleet of Burning Insolence would arrive and wipe the stain on the planet away. Then he could curb his wandering thoughts. He awaited the day when he would return to battle with salivating jaws.

An active motion sensor suddenly flicked from a somber blue to an active green. He pressed the buttons to take him to the camera's interface and was greeted with a view of the small training room. A lithe, muscled sangheili had just entered, The door behind him already closing.

Edo's shift didn't start for another full cycle. What he was doing in the training room Thel had no idea. He had never even seen the pilot hold a staff before. Yet the visual feed showed Edo walking to the rack on the wall and pulling one of the woods from it's sleeve.

Thel's mandibles made small movements as if tearing the flesh from phantom meat. He declined the traitorous thought in his head that suggested watching the pilot for a time to analyze his form. He wouldn't have a potential fight be swung in his favor with 'espionage.' Thel collapsed the feed just as Edo assumed a stance. Though he couldn't stop himself from recognizing the 'Tesovai start.

He set the ship's simple AI to monitor the systems and record the human practice battle for the prophet's later dialysis. Though the San'Shyuum valued his counsel on military matters, the elderly one had put lifetimes into the study of human stratagems. It was his mission that had them monitoring this distant human planet. Thel's energy would be much better used in testing this pilot's skills.

Trials were the study of warriors.

He left the console and made his way through the darkly lit halls to the training room, all the while thinking which form could break the 'Tesovai the quickest.

The door opened with a quick 'hiss' and Thel was greeted with the blunt point of the staff a few breaths from his head. But his eyes ignored the weapon to lock with the hard gaze of Edo.

“You are earlier than usual to your shift."

Though slightly shorter than him, Thel could feel the confidence oozing from the pilot. One four-digited grip held the wood weapon while the other hung nonchalantly at his side. The skin-tight suit normally worn under armor was stripped to the waist. Leaving his chest and arms exposed. The training room had better lighting than the rest of the ship. Which made it easy to see the well defined musculature of a male in his prime. Lithe, yet strong. His leathery skin even looked a little shiny. Thel wondered if it was just a trick of the brighter lights, or…

“Did you bring enough oil to last 3 years?"

Edo narrowed his eyes, his grip on the staff tightening slightly. Thel's gaze refused to match the weapon's point. He waited, but the pilot's mandibles refused to give an answer. So Thel moved his arms to cross over the plated armor of his chest. He expected Edo to at least flinch at the movement, but to his disappointment, the sangheili remained steady.

A different tactic was required then.

"I was only asking because your palms look rougher than I expected from your constant use of gloves."

Thel saw Edo's mandibles press together at the comment. He couldn't keep his own from opening in a slight smile.

The sudden tense of muscles, the shift of the feet, a tiny glint of the eye.

Ahhh, yes, that certainly did it.

The weapon's point whipped away from Thel's face and the opposite end flew at his head as the staff was spun in the pilot's grip. Thel bent his neck to catch the blow on his cheek. He could've moved so that his helmet caught the blow. But the sting of a well-struck staff on his skin was something he had gone too long without.

Thel let the blow carry him, his head turned, then shoulders then hips, All in a whip-quick movement. Until he had spun round and planted his booted hoof on the pilot's chest.

The sangheili was thrown onto his back, staff and clattering the ground out of his grip. But he recovered quicker than Thel expected, rolling to a crouched, three-point stance. With one empty hand held reflexively at his waist as if...

"Ah-ha!"

Thel, who had yet to move from where he had kicked his opponent opened his mandibles in excitement. Eyes so brightened with joy that they threatened to burn out of their sockets.

"A swordsman in my midst who declines my offer of a practice duel."

Thel resumed his relaxed stance and crossed his arms back over his chest.

"Surely he doesn't decline out of cowardice?"

Edo stood up slowly, picking up the staff from where it had fallen at the same time with a smooth motion. The weapon was held in firm digits, one end against his back while its tip nearly brushed the ground. His eyelids fell slightly over his piercing yellow orbs, which, combined with his stiff mandibles, narrowed his face into a suspicious scowl.

Thel studied the other sangheili with an equally furrowed brow. Though the piolt was as built as the next elite warrior of the covenant, he could see now the years of focused training bored into him. His face was thin, supported by a wide, wedge-shaped neck and angular shoulders. His arms flowed like waves, each muscle defined enough to see its crest and valley but still subtle in a way that hid the statuesque body underneath. His great strength concealed to the untrained eye. In contrast, smooth skin stretched to its limit over the muscles of his wide upper chest, pectorals sculpted to the standards of ancient war memorial. The chiseled abs that supported his well-defined breast less like waves and more so like stacked bricks which grew smaller and thinner as they made their way down to his slim waist. Crimson plates hid the rest of the pilot from Thel's trailing eye. He still wore his clingy black undersuit and on top of that the red armor of his station, completely covering his legs and groin with protective plates that shielded his lower physique. Though Thel noticed with a curious twitch of his mandibles that Edo had removed his booted hoofs, revealing dual pairs of thick, clawed toes.

As Thel's eyes studied, his feet carried him to the rack where two other wooden staffs were kept. He turned to the side, still keeping the pilot within his peripherals while his digits traced the length of one of the weapons.

"Ultra..."

Edo spoke with a delicate tone.

"I declined you before out of respect for your station."

Thel turned his head, eyeing the pilot. Who seemed to stand a little taller, his bare chest flexed out like a bull male. Even with his own advantage in height, Thel felt the weight of the pilot's gaze.

"It is my belief that it is more than one's skill with a sword that makes a leader."

At this, the Ultra turned towards the Major, pulling the staff from the wall at the same time. His white armor hid the physique of a warrior under polished plates that curved over his body. The weapon hung loose in his digits.

"Arrogance then, not cowardice."

His Mandibles made small chewing movements after he spoke.

Edo brought his free arm up to his chest, fingers clenching into a fist which pressed between his hearts, pectorals flanking on either side. It was the gesture of a subordinate, but none of the steel left his hard stare.

"No, Ultra. The greatest respect to you and your skill. I'm simply wish to refrain from tarnishing your record."

Thel advanced. His boots hit the ground with measured steps. The pilot refused to respond, his stance and eyes un-wavered.

Thel stopped and lifted his weapon up, it's tip just touched Edo's left breast. Then it slowly slid down and across, pushing aside Edo's arm, which offered no resistance. The soft rasp of skin rubbing skin was the only noise any of the listening ears heard. The respectful sign removed from the chest, the staff was pulled away again. Thel's slight height advantage bore down on the pilot. But he craned his neck lower and met the swordsmen with an even stare.

"Do not banter me around with the flowers of your tongue. For I fear when next you try your spittle will dash the polish of my boots... We will settle this as warriors, or not at all."

Edo took a long second to study him before responding.

"Yes, Ultra."

Thel took another step forward, his head coming closer to the other. He opened his mandibles to let out not nearly a huff, but not nearly a sigh. The breath washed over Edo, who's confusion allowed the smell to hit his nostrils before he could stop them from taking a breath in. The other male smelt of earthy tones, faint traces of iron and salt. Edo tightly pressed his mandibles together, but the scent had already invaded him. His face felt warm, and he knew it was not just the heat of Thel's breath hitting him. In his uncertain, flustered state he was unable to stop himself from taking a cautionary step back. It was a tiny movement, but it removed the teeth from all of his posturing. The Ultra had put him on his back again, but this time without even touching him.

The knowledge hit him as a flash of fear that quickly turned to boiling anger as it traveled up and infected his mind.

Edo's glare burned into Thel's back as the Ultra turned and walked to the other side of the training room.

When Thel reached the other wall he removed his helmet with his free hand, conscious of the death stare boring into him from behind. His entire body strained to detect any movement coming from the out of vision boiling pot. But unlike the writhing and popping of a cauldron of fish stew, the pilot cooked in silence.

Thel placed the helm on the bench just below the rack of staffs, then turned. His opponent had assumed a starting stance. Not the one he had seen on the security camera. Curious, The pilot must've deduced how he was found out. This was a smart one indeed.

Thel found a stance of his own. He felt his muscles tense as he settled in, instinctually testing their own strength. His body bulged against his tight under-suit. He rolled his broad shoulders, working and stretching the material over his chest and arms. It was a second skin, an extension of his will. Those thoughts carried to polished staff which he held in both calloused hands. The cylindrical shape felt good in his naked palms. Though it was smooth, compared to the suit the wood felt rough and abrasive. But that served as a constant conscious reminder of the break between that simple tool, and the warrior holding it. He was the true weapon.

Thel surged forward.

The 'crack!' of hard wood hit the room like the sound of human weaponry. Edo had met Thel's charging attack with a solid block. Vibrations traveled up his arm from the force of the two weapons making contact. The Ultra moved one of his hands up the staff to mitigate the numbing effect it had his grip.

Edo, though he had met Thel with a firm defense, was moved back by shear power behind the blow. But the pilot recovered quickly. He pivoted on one leg and pushed the other end of his weapon up, nearly catching the side of Thel's face yet again.

The Ultra pushed forward before the hit could connect. He got in close and shoved the length of his staff into the bare chest of his opponent, moving forward with the same motion and getting close enough to the pilot that his pivoting foot was pushed off balance.

In the half a second the pilot wavered on the edge of falling, Thel had a quarter of a second to recognize that this was the closest he had ever been to the other Sangheili. His eyes took in, with rapid speed, the details of the male's face. Shining skin that reflected the purplish light above them. The smooth surface broken by twin mountain ranges of scute scales along the rolling ridges of his cheeks. His mandibles slightly parted, waiting to take the breath that this frozen moment of time wouldn't allow him. The minute movements of his eyes as they stared back into his. He couldn't look past those yellow pools, the world on either side seemed to be blurred, getting smaller and smaller. Like he was being absorbed into their… wait…

Edo's head smashed into his. The shock of the blow threw Thel's own head back, causing his body and therefore balance to go with it.

The ultra stumbled backward a few steps before he caught himself. The pilot was unable to pursue this opening on the account of the entire room spinning around him a few times.

Both Sangehili took a moment to right themselves. As soon as they resumed eye contact, a new combat began. The first bout was a draw. And neither was complacent enough to hope for another.

Edo fought like a tide scrawler backed against a wall. He was ferocious, using his chest, head, feet, and hands much more than his staff to shove, smash, kick, grapple and punch his way to victory. The wooden pole more like an accessory to the violence encased in his body than a method weapon of attack.

His style so similar to Thel's that the ultra had a fleeting thought that this pilot might've learned from an exiled Du'an'dath. Yet as the fighting wore on. It was clear to Thel the differences. Edo's staff favored the attack.

The meaty smack of the ultra's staff against the side of the major's chest marked the end of the eighth bout. It was five to three in Thel's favor. A successful prediction of a close block had lent him another victory. Though the fact that he had lost at all to a mere major irked him, he still found his mandibles working on a phantom meal, openly displayed his excitement.

Even in defeat, the major kept his sculptured chest puffed out. Why was he displaying at a loss? Thel thought. What did he still have to be so damn arrogant about? There was no smile or open sense of emotion on his face. But his body posture poured out self-assured confidence. They met eyes again and this time Edo charged him.

A quick exchange of blows. Thel blocked his heavy strike and quick follow up. Then preformed a precise swipe at the major's feet. Which the pilot barely blocked but was too out of position to stop the hit from landing on his shoulder.

Six to three and yet Edo's expression had not changed. None of the anger Thel had draw out of him earlier was on display.

The two backed off from one another, and before another fight could begin the ultra tapped the ground thrice with the tip of his staff, producing a three sharp 'clacks' that filled the small room. Edo took the meaning and sat on the bench across from Thel, placing the staff by his feet on the purple floor. Though his mandibles were slightly parted as he panted from the exercise, the rest of him remained serene. His eyes even closed as if meditating.

Thel narrowed his gaze at the perplexing swordsmen. This gentle stream had no relation to the whip crack he had met when entering the room. He sat down heavily on his own bench and moved his palms over the wood of his staff to feel the abrasive grip rub against him. He opened his mandibles wide to take in a few heaving breaths. He was winning, but felt no satisfaction. Why should he? An ultra beating a major was how it was supposed to go. But he knew Edo must be holding back. The practiced ease with which the pilot had recovered from Thel's initial kick still shone in his mind like the rotating alarm lights. And peaked a question out of the recesses of his mind. Why had the pilot been in here training with a staff in the first place? The enigma sitting across from him taunted him with closed eyes and a placid face. Yet a slow smile started to form on Thel's face.

He placed the staff back on the wall holders behind him and began releasing the binds on his upper body armor. Feeling his hands along his covered skin, disappearing underneath each piece of protective carapace and pushing off. The white plates released, demagnetizing from the suit and being carried away by his careful hands. He made sure to place them loudly on the bench next to him and avoided looking up at Edo. His upper body was slowly revealed. The tight suit underneath horrible at concealing his musculature, but doing enough that the finest definitions of his body were left in to the imagination of the observer. The smooth black layer flowed along his bulging muscles like a thin wave pulling back over disturbed sand. The break he had called for only allotted him 3 minutes, but he took his time. When his armor was finally off, he pulled his arms across his chest and stretched each one to its limit.

Then he stood. And as he did so his eyes trailed up to meet his opponent with an even, almost haughty gaze. His mandibles pushed out slightly with confidence

Edo was perched on the other bench, eyes quickly flicking up from the poorly concealed muscles of Thel's upper body and locking with the standing sangheili's eyes. His legs, which had been lazily spread apart on the seat, snapped together quickly. His red armored thighs running into each other with a 'clack.' But the slack-jawed expression of shock didn't leave the pilot's face.

Thel instinctively puffed out his chest a little more at the open gawking. Sitting down, the other male looked much smaller. Like a burrowing creature spotted outside its den by predator. Thel noticed his own voice take a slightly deeper tone as he spoke.

“Shall we not play with sticks any longer? I'd rather match your greatest strength with my own. That is, if you can find the energy to lift your mandibles from the floor."

Edo shot up and quickly assumed a fighting stance, fists in front of his face and the embers of anger in his eyes.

Thel felt his own mandibles twitch.

“So swift to anger. Have I struck every tendon in your body with a single blow?

The question hung in the air for a second. Then, like an arching bolt of plasma, Edo leapt at him. Small as the room was, they were only a short distance away, so the pilot was on him a second. Thel had barely pulled his arm into a cohesive block when his opponent changed angles. The thrown punch was pulled back and the energy transferred to the pilot's other arm, which sailed straight for the ultra's gut.

Thel grunted as the fist connected with the side of his abdomen. He took a step back to try to regain a defensive stance but a quick follow up hit his other side. So he was forced to take another step back. By this point the wall was right behind the ultra, so Edo took a fast, narrow step inside his defenses. He shoved his armored thigh against the white groin plates of his opponent and pressed him into the wall. With the center of his mass caving in at his hips, Thel had no choice but to feel the curved purple steel slam against his back. His head quickly followed suit, a darting hand from Edo grabbing Thel by the the neck and the other one grasping one of the ultra's wrists.

The massive sea storms of Dur'ath'ul'ral were long, rumbling affairs that lasted days, sometimes weeks. Cutting winds flung freezing water at the hunkered coastal settlements in a relentless attack. Yet these huge storms took a while to form. And there were always warning flashes of bright, angry lightning to signal that a mass of bad weather was growing. Such was what had just happened here, a furious flash of action. And like the pre-storm flashes, it served to mark the growth of tension.

In the few seconds that Edo held him against the wall. Thel felt a few things. Anger consumed most of them. Wrathful, climbing anger. But like a shifting clouds of a growing storm, the two warriors were not entirely still. Both Sangehili made small adjustments. And in those minor movements Thel caught a sensation that choked him better than the hand around his neck could ever try.

Edo's armored thigh, pressed up into his groin, shifted to the right slightly. The small change in angle put a tiny amount more pressure against Thel's slit. But no matter how minor, he couldn't deny that he liked the pressure there. And, without his consent, he felt one of his male spears twitch within his slit. Then felt an immediate spot of warm wetness on the suit between his white groin armor and crotch. A flash of action, signaling a building of tension.

Edo let go of him and backed off to the other side of the room. Both warriors had their mandibles slack and were pulling in much-needed breaths. Thel didn't meet his opponents gaze, he went back to stand at his bench and looked at the wall to his right. He attempted to analyze what had just happened and think of what form best matched the pilot's style. But that was a thin distraction. Despite it just being a tiny, invisible stain, Thel felt as though he was drenched. His maleness had not twitched again, but the tiny amount of precum wetting his suit was enough to consume his thoughts.

He looked to the door, a momentary idea sparked within him. To excuse himself back to his shift. It had been indulgent to come here in the first place. Honor demanded he monitor the humans for the prophet's holy mission…

Coward.

He heard the word within his own head. It struck him like dagger through the gut, twisting there with disgrace. Thel'Dur'ath tucking away from a fight all because of some unexpected genital release? A stain on his name, his honor. He realized with a start that this must've been the pilot's plan. The major didn't have the endurance to outlast Thel, so he played with underhanded tactics. To embarrass his opponent into leaving the fight.

Thel turned his head to meet Edo's gaze.

His mandibles came together and he spoke with a even pace.

“The warrior who drives his opponent to the sand shall also find himself on uneven footing."

Edo didn't give a visible reaction to this. His mandibles remained calm, his eyes cool. So be it, Thel thought, if he wishes to keep up the facade of his tactics then he shall be buried under the layers of his intrigue.

Both warriors charged at the same time. Edo came out with a quick fist to the side, but Thel went low. He ducked down, bouncing the blow off of his shoulder, and came up inside the pilot's defenses. As he stood up he grasped his opponent's groin, squeezing the armor there against Edo's body. Thel pushed up with his legs and the major was thrown off balance. One of his legs coming up and the other buckling.

Edo came crashing to the floor with a loud 'bang!' like a pile of crates tumbling over. He lay on his back, dazed. But his eyes managed to find the leering look Thel gave him. The Ultra, still holding the other male's groin, gave it a quick squeeze before letting go and returning to his bench. He felt his maleness stir a little as he walked back, but ignored it. If this was a battle of endurance then he would find success, the waves would not knock him down.

He listened for the clamber of noise that signaled Edo getting back onto his feet. Then Thel spun around too to face his opponent in a dramatic flourish. He only had time to glimpse the furrowed brow and raging eyes of the Sangehili before the shoulder hit his gut. Thel managed to bring his arms down to soften the hard blow against his abdomen, preventing the air from being pushed out of his lungs and leaving him defenseless. Yet this action only secured his demise.

Edo's shoulder slammed into Thel's center of gravity, pushing the ultra off balance and forcing him back to the bench he had been facing only moments before. Thel's back slammed into the wall. He let out a grunt as the cold purple steel hit him He was stunned for moment, and in that moment a quick movement had one of the major's hands wrapped around his arms, trapping them against his stomach.

Helpless to do prevent him, the pilot made his move. His free hand rammed against the triangular plate of Thel's groin armor, pushing it back against the slit underneath. He kept pushing until the ultra's hips hit the wall. Then kept an active pressure there.

Thel, with his rear against the wall, could do nothing except grunt as the softness of his suit pressed into his slit. The black skin was already tight to his body, but now he felt his lips spreading slightly as some of the smooth clothing was forced into him.

Edo looked up at him, arrogance adorning his features. The two locked eyes. Then Edo stopped the movement of his lower hand. Both were panting with spread mandibles, their muscles shook slightly with the strain of the previous fights. Their angular faces were close now, not as close as before…but still. They could feel the hot pants warming each other's faces like thin, warm waves. Thel saw Edo's eyes as twin setting suns over the distant expanse of the ocean.

He felt himself wanting, but unable to because of his pinned position, move his head closer. To study those yellow orbs in more detail. Edo seemed to somehow understand this and moved closer. Their gazes leveling out, taking in an even assessment of each other.

This present situation was interrupted by something that Thel had felt building for a while. Both of his male tips were pressed against the soft skin of the suit, pushing into his slit as it was. They had been twitching and throbbing against the clothing for a bit, but now, both saw fit to release their pent up fluids. He felt his hips twitch, pressing his groin plate against Edo's now still hand every so slightly. Then a fat spurt of light purple pre left both of his cocks, hitting the suit pushed inside him at different points but quickly absorbing so that some of the area under his crotch armor now felt wet.

His males twitched again, and this time he let out a grunt as more pre soaked further into the clothing. Edo most have felt this, because his hand started moving the plate of white carapace up and down, rubbing the suit it was attached to back against the tips of the ultra. Thel could not let this stand. This arrogant tide-scuttler would not win against him.

He let his opponent preform his ministrations until he felt another spasm within his internal testicles that signaled other spurt of pre from both ends. He over exaggerated the movements of his hips, thrusting forward against the major's hand. His cocks did indeed squirt a generous amount of purple pre into his slit, so much so that he felt a wetness on his inner thighs.

The major did not remain idle, he pushed back against the thrust, shoving Thel's hips back against the wall, and in, in his hunger, loosing the grip on his arms considerably, believing that his temporary captive was too preoccupied.

'Fool' Thel thought.

Then he slammed his head forward into Edo's, their skulls smacking together with a 'crack!''. The major lost both his grips on his captive and stumbled back a few steps. He was quickly caught by the ultra. Who pushed his opponent onto the bench on the other side of the room.

Thel slammed his hands into both of Edo's forearms, pinning him to the wall. Then he brought his head close, closer than before. Edo tried to bring his leg up to attempt some sort of feeble attack. But the bigger male quickly subdued that by falling forward. The middle parts of his legs hit the bench while his armored thighs 'clacked' against the wall the major was pinned against. As a result his butt landed square onto the major's thighs; absorbing the blow into his armor with a grunt and pushing his rear down against the red's struggling legs. Thel felt his male rods twitch and spurt out a few drops of essence as the large thighs of the smaller male grinded against his backside.

He hid the groan that was building in his throat by straightening his spine and leaning back slightly. Leering down at the major, who was trapped under the weight of his superior's body. Thel maintained his air of authority despite the distraction of his own soaked crotch.

“Have you studied the Unggoy rebellion to any extent major?"

Edo remained defiantly silent, even with all of his limbs restrained. Though Thel's tone implied that the question didn't require an answer.

“There was a great battle on the planet Roack. The unggoy were defeated of course, but the lives of their leaders were spared. A singular case of leniency for an otherwise brutal conflict"

Thel paused, leaning his head down a small amount.

“The Sangheili fleet master who spared their lives and personally accepted each one's surrender recorded the affair in his diaries. It reads… each false idle fell onto me, and I spilled their innards without seeing red…"

Thel's head descended until the tip of his face was a sword's edge away from meeting the smooth skin of his captive. Edo's eyes had lost most of their defiance, instead growing wider and wider as Thel got closer to him.

“…Arrogance must be drained."

Thel moved his rear off the major's thighs. His legs pushed apart Edo's and he squatted down until he was staring at a red groin plate. His mandibles moved to grasp the edges of the armor piece. And he pulled it off with a delicate yank, happy to relieve the other male's crotch of the first layer of concealment. He tossed the armor aside with a flick of his head and it clattered as it hit the floor. His eyes soaked in the view.

The tight black suit hugged the skin, a smooth uniform surface. Only marred by a small spot of darker black that seemed to be slowly spreading out from its central origin. Thel could feel the wetness there as if he were touching it. His gaze burrowed into the spot like a crab boring into soft, wet sand.

Thel's tongue moved from the back of his throat. He spread open his sharp mandibles to allow the sensitive appendage passage. It lolled out in front of him. Pointing at the other male's crotch as if asking permission.

Thel looked up at Edo, the warrior had defiance in his eyes. A hard stare that broke Thel's questing tongue like waves against a cliff. Yet through the rough veil Thel could see the spark of want. Like cat bling a glimpse of rock amidst the white spray of water.

His tongue lunged forward, pushing hard against the suit. The texture was rougher than it looked, slightly abrasive. As he passed the wet mark he could feel the slight heat radiating off of it. He heard a quick intake of breath above him. Thel could feel the tension then the shiver that ran through the major, he pulled his head back a little and saw the soaked patch had grown slightly. He immediately dove back in for another swipe, pushing his tongue as hard as he could against the hidden slit.

A constant rhythm of attacks followed. The muscles of his tongue molded the mound of Edo's groin like a potter moving mud-clay. Through his hold on the major's arms he could feel the muscles tensing with each swipe. The red armored legs on either side of his head shivered and shook. And the quick breaths above him turned to pants. The wet spot that he targeted grew in size until the entire area that had once been covered by armor was dark with wetness. Yet one thing eluded the ultra. He feasted, yes, but his food was unsalted sand. Taste eluded him, driving his desperate tongue harder against the other male's groin. Thel felt the twin tips of his maleness press out against his own suit and squirt out a stream of pre as he thought of how the major would taste. How close he was to feeling another's pre on his tongue

Eventually his frustrations overturned his caution. Thel released his grip on one of the major's arms, freeing up his hand to quickly yank aside the triangular piece of suit held against Edo's groin by a thin, magnetized strip. The wet suit splatted against the major's inner thigh. A few strands of light blue pre were strung from the soaked material back to the thin line which ran down the middle of Edo's crotch, marking the entrance to the hidden cavern of maleness.

The sight before him nearly halted his advance. A thin film of blue fluid clung to the bare grey skin of the major. The excess slowly moved downward to soak the suit still clinging to his rear. The slit in the middle of his groin was thin. Seemingly unaroused. But as Thel watched, the muscles of the armored thighs on either side of his head tensed, and a stream of blue pre dribbled out of the lowest part of the male slit.

A sudden hand on the back of his head shocked him out of his utter captivation. Thel looked up. Edo was staring at him, eyes glazed with passion and his own tongue hanging slightly out of his mouth.

“Drain me…Ultra."

His mandibles moved slowly, forming the words in a surly tone.

Thel felt a small squeeze on his head by Edo's hand. He delayed no longer.

His head drove forward into Edo's wet crotch, his mandibles pressed together, tongue held idly beneath them. He rubbed his face across the silk surface of the major's skin. His eyes were closed yet he could still feel the thin break in the middle. He focused his nuzzling on that line. Rubbing the wide berth of his nose up and down along the other male's slit. Dribbles of pre leaked out of it and began covering his face with a light coating of blue. His nostrils flared as the salty scent of pre coitial fluids filled his senses.

He released Edo's other arm and used both to push against the inner thighs of the major. Forcing his legs apart, giving Thel better access to his feast, and spreading Edo's slit ever so slightly. Then his mandibles opened back up and his tongue joined his up and down movements. He tasted the length of Edo's slit, dragging his tongue vertically over it. A few laps later and the first taste of pre lit his appetite. The hint of cum only fed his desire for more. He immediately pressed his tongue into the pilot's slit, pushing apart the now slightly puffed lips and letting loose a gap for a puddle of pre to come splashing out onto the cold steel of the bench.

Another hand reached down and firmly gripped Thel's head. Both now held him forward against the crotch of their master, Thel didn't resist. He found Edo's productive source as soon as he entered the major's slit. The tapered penis greeted his thick tongue with a glob of pre. Thel curled his wet appendage around the smooth spear to coax out a few more squirts. Which fell safely within the wide berth of his tongue.

Thel felt the muscles in Edo's legs tense as he held his thighs apart. Then the second cock pushed up against the underside of the ultra's tongue. He moved to coat both in the warm embrace of his saliva. And started to rub along their lengths. He pushed his tongue farther in until he had no more to give, then pulled out until just the tip of his tongue cradled the tips of Edo's spears.

That got a moan out of the pilot.

Thel felt his own cocks, still trapped in his slit, release such a large and sudden squirt of pre that he involuntarily dry-humped the air. He felt slightly unnerved by how much Edo's little vocalization of pleasure affected him. But a pulse from the penises laying on the edge of his tongue pushed the worry from his mind. He drove his thick appendage back into the major. The walls of the pilot's slit squeezed against the invader as the sensitive underside of Edo's hemipenis was massaged by a smooth tongue.

Thel kept up a slow pace of pushing his tongue in and out of the major's slit, pressing apart the major's twin spears. More moans crawled out of Edo's throat as more pre was delivered onto the welcoming warmth of the adventurous tongue. With each moan from Edo the hands clutching Thel's head flexed and pushed him against the major's groin. Thel felt his own lengths stir each time this happened. His crotch slowly soaked further and further. His inner thighs felt soaked.

A small light purple droplet began to form on Thel's wet suit right where his tips were pressing out against it. After another throb from the ultra's spears the droplet gained volume and fell down the darkly soaked surface until it reached the bottom of his groin. It wavered defiantly for a moment but, like all things, finally surrendered to the natural order. Gravity took it down and the drop of pre splattered against the metal floor.

Thel pulled his tongue out with a wet sound and looked down to see his own purple fluid decorating the purple floor in a tiny puddle inbetween his spread legs. Tendrils of blue connected him to Edo's now slightly gaped slit. Thel took a moment to look into the dark purple depths of the major. The spread lips seemed to invite his hanging tongue back in. The flesh shuddered every few moments. Blue oozed out with each with each jerk. The ultra trailed his gaze up, Edo's head was pressed back against the wall, his tongue hung limply, his mandibles jittery. He panted out heated breaths. Thel could feel the flexing of the major's muscles through the grip he had on his thighs. Edo's own grip on the ultra's head was loose, as if he couldn't quite muster the energy.

Like the small waves that bubbled to shore before the tall waves hit. The major was close to release. Thel would lift him to that final wave.

The ultra let go of the major's thighs. The four digits of his hands moved inward, tracing the curve of his inner thighs but stopping before he touched the triangle of exposed skin of Edo's crotch. His touch traveled up the sangheili's thin waist, up his defined abs and solid chest.

Thel's moved up with his touch. His head rising until it was level with Edo's, whose own hands still gently grasped the other male's head. One of Thel's hands moved from the pilot's chest to lightly grab one of Edo's mandibles. Thel pulled gently until the other male's head was facing him. They stared into each other's eyes for a second. Then the ultra let go of the light grip he had on the mandible, and Edo attacked.

The pilot's grip tightened on the ultra's head and he pulled the Thel in while his own head dove forward. The four mandibles met and locked onto each other in an eight-way grip. Then the males's tongues dueled. Both muscles slick with saliva wriggled and writhed past each other with ease. They grappled in wet battles. The sloppy sounds of their exchange equivalent to erratic explosions of gunfire. The taste of the other's tongue an insatiable delight that seemed impossible to ever acquire enough.

The battle was even for now. Edo's hands grasped the back of the ultra's head in a desperate grip that prevented escape. Thel held onto the side of the major's head while he massaged his pectoral muscles in small circles. But the superior officer was not content to play out a draw with his subordinate.

The hand on Edo's chest left suddenly. And as quick as it had gone it was at his crotch, pushing a single long digit into his gaped, leaking slit. Edo moaned and shuddered as he felt Thel enter him. He tried to catch a breath but the tongue at his mouth wouldn't let up. So he pulled harder on the ultra's head, his tongue wrestling back with renewed vigor. He moaned more as that finger began fucking his slit at a steady pace, rubbing against the underside of his hidden cocks. His legs twitched and jerked uncontrollably as the light blue puddle grew on the bench where he sat. The battle down there was lost, but he would fight on through the kiss.

Each squelch was an audible penetration into his depths. A shock that sent a bolt of plasma through his nerves. He moaned as another finger was introduced. The dual digits plunging in and out, delivering swift rubs to his trapped twin peens. streching his slit then leaving it horribly empty.

Edo redoubled his kissing efforts. His mandibles changed positions, unlocking from the eight-way battle and instead flanking the enemy. Thel was entombed in the cavern created by the pilot's maneuver. Edo's four mandibles surrounded their counterparts. His tongue continued the wrestling match with Thel, who's mandibles now began to be coated with a thick film of saliva. The hands on the back of the ultra's head kneaded into his skin.

Finally, unable to hold it back any longer, the ultra moaned.

Thel felt an overwhelming pleasure nearly burst from him with that moan. He broke away from the kiss with sudden and incredible strength. His hands grasped Edo's shoulders for support, digits pulling out of the gaped slit covered in a thick layer of blue. He dry humped the air once. Let out another moan. Humped the air agin with a quick thrust. His hands held a crushing grip on Edo's shoulders, desperate to keep himself standing. His breaths were quick gasps. He faced the floor, tongue and mandibles limp. He felt another's hand on the wet suit trapping his crotch. A few deft movements, then the material was suddenly gone. His cocks spilled out of his slit, twin spires of tapered, dark purple flesh that throbbed and jerked. They were both covered in a light purple film and squirted out more pre as they grew and grew. Audible 'splats' hit the floor. More powerful thobs lanced thin jets of fluid up to splatter onto Edo's wet groin and belly.

After a few more heaving breaths, and a few more humps against the air, Thel calmed down from his near-orgasm. Pre-cotial essence covered the floor and the front of Edo. Globs of light purple dripped down his chest and belly, down the crevice of his gaped slit, and onto the bench he sat on. The purple and blue pre swirling together and around each other

Thel's arms shook from the strength with which he clutched the pilot's shoulders. After he saw the mess he had made of the major he couldn't bring his gaze any higher. His eyes cast downwards in shame. Watching his erect purple cocks as they twitched and leaked so near his release.

“Why do you hold back so?"

One of Edo's long fingers touched the side of Thel's mandibles, moving his head up so that he was forced to meet the stare of those yellow spheres. Like twin suns at their peak, they shone on him from above. They were beautiful, undeniably so. From where Edo's fingers touched him, he felt warmth. A soft, radiating feeling like the dull heat of sun baked sand.

Thel pushed forward to kiss the major. It was a much gentler affair than the last battle. No longer a conflict, but a collaboration to achieve mutual pleasure. Mandibles moved past each other like probing antennae while tongues simply enjoyed the slick touch of their counterpart.

Their eyes closed as their mouths met. Hands moving across each other bodies. The roving touch made each shiver in turn. The underlining passion now unobstructed by notions of dominance. Both males now only sought to bring the other and themselves to a pleasured release

By the time Thel's hands roamed below Edo's waist. The pilot had already lost control of the muscles of his slit. His twin masts were half erect, leaning out of his slit like battle brothers eagerly leaning out of a drop ship. When the ultra's hand wrapped around the dark blue brothers they jerked and grew in his grasp. Edo gasped, breaking off the kiss as he was overwhelmed. He moaned more as Thel's fingers entered his slit, pulling out more quickly hardening flesh. Thel took the opportunity to plant a few gentle licks along the major's neck as he coaxed out the his maleness.

With a wet 'shlick' the last of Edo's spears left the warm confines of his slit. Thel slowly brought his hand from the base of one to its tip. Causing Edo to let out another moan and his hips to jerk into the touch. Thel adjusted his grip to surround both tips and slid down the tapered flesh. Letting Edo thrust into his grip at will.

After a few quick movements of his hips, Edo moved to return to the kiss. He sat there in contentment for a moment. Letting Thel's hand glide down and back up. The strokes sent tingles through him as he shared his saliva with the other male. Edo's hands moved along the smooth surface of the ultra's body until he his fingers wrapped round the wide bases of Thel's cocks, which stretched the lips of his slit.

“ugh… wait!"

Thel broke the kiss suddenly, eyes locked with the pilot and breath leaving him in wavering pants. He groaned, body tense. Edo's hand had yet to deliver a single stroke along his males but the ultra knew he might not last the one. The fingers around him felt so warm, so soft, so ready to move and deliver him pleasure. But they held still, obeying his hurried request. He felt a purple leak of pre travel down the underside of one of his dark purple spears. The minute pleasure of the trail of wet liquid nearly casting him past the point of no return.

Edo looked into him with searching, yet calm eyes. The major's own breathing was panted, the hand grasping his tapered lengths had nearly finished him. He desperately wanted to buck his hips into that hand and finish himself off. But the caution and deep thought within the ultra's eyes forestalled him.

“I would like…"

Thel looked away for a second. His deep voice, and the pool of precum underneath them an acute counter to his bashfulness. But eventually his head moved back and he was again staring into golden sunsets.

“I want to finish in you. And you, in me."

Edo felt his cheeks redden to the color of his leg armor. It was an unabashedly raw thing to request. And the audacity ignited a fire within him.

He moved to stand, still holding the ultra's cock. Thel was forced to move with him, his boots making small splashes in the puddle of pre on the floor. They stood together with the tips of their cocks inches apart. Like mirror phalanxes, blue and purple spears faced one another. Small beads of pre, color matching their respective lengths, adored the four tips. Tiny throbs in each length forcing more eager pre out of their respective urethras. Drops of viscous fluids either traveled down long undersides or dripped in web-like strands to the floor.

The two males held the bases of the other's cocks. And, after a few seconds of staring into each others eyes, moved in for another kiss. As Edo moved his tongue aginst his partner, he felt the fingers around him move to insert into his slit and begin to slowly pull it apart. He moaned softly into the kiss and began to preform the same action on Thel, though cautious of overstimulating him.

Thel could feel his slit being pushed apart. His lengths throbbed at the stimulation and he matched the moans of his pilot. His feet shuffled forward and he felt his tips bump into Edo's. Both gasped at warmth of the other's genitals on their own. The contact almost like a spark of plasma. Thel shuffled forward again and Edo did the same. The four spires slid past each other with ease. The pre leaking from their tips coated the other lengths in a heavy film. They both kept shuffling towards each other until they both reached the gaped slits of the other. Without a second to waste they closed the distance between them. Like a wave crashing against a cliff their flat chests slapped into each other. One length from each pushed into the other male's warm slit. The lower cocks rubbing their flanks against the other as they slipped into their respective targets. The upper spears were forced up, grinding on the smooth walls of abs that had closed in on them.

The pair could not spare a second to savor the moment, their hips immediately pulled away only to slap back together. The hands pulling apart slits soon found the lengths which grinded on flexed muscles. Both males wrapping one hand around their frotting cocks while their mouths melded above. Tongues and mandibles wrapped up in a sloppy coupling fueled by raw passion and desire.

Their hips slapped together at a moderate pace. Instincts guided their thrusts to meet with wet squelches. The lips of their slits nearly kissing, while their mouths melded together. Their frotting cocks were jerked by frantic hands, pre dribbling down from the tips to keep the surface of their genitals wet despite the friction of rubbing palms.

Each time their lower spears hilted deep within a slit they grunted. The grunts eventually turning to soft moans and gasps. But as all four tips started spewing out near ropes of pre the kissing mouths began full throat moaning. Whenever they met in the middle there was a wet splat, light blue and purple liquid squirting out of slits as the girth of the thrusting cock forcibly evicted it. The visible tips throbbed out globs of excited fluid in a constant flow. Like a covering of thick oil, precum dripped down the red and white armored legs respectively. What wasn't covering their legs was dripping down to the floor or being thrown across the room to splatter on the walls. Each time the hips slammed together a new splat of colored paint was thrown out to land where it may. The room was decorated with a smattering of turquoise splashes.

Thel was the first to reach his limit. He had gone over the point of no return a few thrusts ago. The wet walls hugging his cock while he was speared and spread open by the girth of his major. Edo's hard, pre covered abs rubbed against his tip. His and his pilot's hand squeezing their genitals together. Edo was inside him, beside him, so much was shared between the two. That was the most erotic thing of all. Not the stimulation to his tips, the feeling of another male's cock throbbing against his. But how open he was, how open they both were. How much they trusted each other, and with how much strength they wanted each other. In his mind was already cumming, his throbbing cocks just took a few moments to realize it.

His hand moved to wrap around Edo's hip with a desperate grasp. The other went to the back of his major's head and pushed. Their mandibles and tongues wrapped and squished tighter around each other as he felt the cum throbbing through the his penises. Thel's hip slammed into Edo's one last time, the force of it causing his pilot to take a small step back. The upper lips of their slits finally met one other with a wet 'smack.' Their male fluids melded and mixed, slits grinding as Thel gave a few shallow final thrusts.

The first spurt of cum filled Edo's slit. The second pushed the first out. The floor, already covered by a puddle of pre was graced with spurts of rich, glowing purple cum. The lighter shade of purple was slowly pushed to the edges as more and more spurts pushed new cum into the pilot's slit and old out. A trail of viscous liquid trailed down his inner thighs and squirted out of the edges of his slit. Thel's other tip painted the smooth muscles of Edo's chest with its own seed.. The major's hand, still wrapped around their frotting cocks, squeezed in time with the ultra's throbs. The rhythmic pressure efficiently draining Thel's internal testicles.

As his orgasm trailed off, so did the passion of the ultra's kissing. The grip he had on the back of Edo's head loosened. His mandibles broke from his partners, tongue slowly pulled back into his own mouth. Thel's legs shook slightly. Exhaustion creeping slowly into his muscles.

But between his legs his slit still felt stretched. He felt the pulsating length inside of him still filling him with its pre. The smooth flank of the dark blue spear pressed against his own. The cock rubbing over his abs dribbled out pre as well. Near-orgasm throbs jerking it up and down. The warm liquid splattered against him as he pulled his head back.

Thel met Edo's eyes. Those golden pools looked back at him. Twin sunsets desperately clinging on to the edge of the horizon. The male's mandibles hung loose, sore from the extended kissing session. But the four appendages twitched every now and again, betraying the strength that lay beneath the surface. Through his hands Thel could feel the tension within Edo's body. On the precipice of the cliff. The smallest push would send him off the edge.

Thel moved his hands to Edo's chest. Despite the slight height advantage, placing his touch side by side on the muscled pectorals of the smaller male caused a fearful flare of submission to spark within his stomach. But he swallowed it swiftly. He was this major's commanding officer, and now he was issuing a wordless command. The major would obey.

Edo's hands moved to grasp Thel's shoulders. The ultra's cock still pumped a slow, warm stream into the pilot's cum filled slit. The pilot moved the ultra until his back hit the wall, taking care to keep both of their lower spears hilted in the other male's slit. The cold metal of the wall hit Thel's back as if he was a rock breaking a chilling ocean wave. But his features did not betray this discomfort. Looking down into his major's eyes he only knew the warm comfort held there, nothing outside of them could bring him as much of it.

Just as he had that thought, Edo hips slammed forward. Thel gasped, hands clutching his male's chest. Edo broke the stare and looked instead at the wide neck of the ultra, which he was eye level with. He stared at the smooth grey skin there, then began his attack. The major's muscled thighs rippled as they jack-hammered his groin into Thel's slit.

The ultra grew hard again immediately, his tapered cock expanding into the cum-filled slit of his partner. The forceful thrusts speared Edo onto Thel's cock. Wet squelches accompanied the two crotches slamming into each other. Every time they met flecks of glowing purple cum flew out of Edo's slit, forced out of him by the hardening cock he was impaling himself on meeting the pool of seed inside him. That cock still letting off the occasional throb, each one adding additional ropes of essence to his emptying insides.

The droplets and splashes of Thel's deposit that landed on the cold metal ground soon lost their glow. Glowing purple ooze faded into the amassing puddle of coital fluids beneath them. The heat from cock and slit no longer keeping the liquid lit.

Thel's shoulders were held against the wall by strong hands, both clutching onto him as if he were a cliff's edge. They held his upper body still as Edo's hips pumped against his. The strength of each thrust increased incrementally. Thel released the muscles of his groin, letting the force of the smaller male's thrusts push his still armored butt against wall. The white plates covering his rear clicked as they hit the metal. Rapid clicking began to fill the room. The warriors' shallow breaths matched it.

The tall cliff took the crashing waves of the ocean

Thel could feel an increase in fluids running down his inner thighs. The blue pre leaking into him from Edo's tip had finally filled him to capacity, overcoming the lips of his slit with a slow dribble of light blue.

The frotting cocks in between the two warriors had all but been forgotten about. The action much more focused on their lower bothers sliding their smooth lengths past each other and devolving to the wet warmth of their own pools of pre and cum. While the lowers enjoyed a consistent, soaked pleasure. The uppers jerked and bobbed, forced to move by the hammering of hips. It was almost a duel, dark blue and purple poles slapping against each other and the walls of muscled abs surrounding them. At each tip globs of glowing pre would form, then be splattered on some fortunate bit of smooth skin it happened to smack into, leaving behind a warm, glowing spot that was soon to be replaced by another tip's pre-filled collision.

The duel of blind poles continued, helped along as the force of Edo's thrusts smacked Thel's armored posterior into that wall. And that duel only got messier when Thel, his hands still clutching Edo's pectorals, decided he'd had enough of this major staring at his neck. He brought his hands up to grab the pilot's lower mandibles and push his head up so that their eyes met. Then he shoved his face into his. He held Edo's lower mandibles in place, letting his four outnumber the major's two. His tongue burst out and wrestled around Edo's own.

Edo let out a moan as his mouth was taken over by Thel's swift attack. His mandibles captured by the ultra's superior numbers and firm hands. Thel's mandibles started to knead gently against Edo's. Massaging them with a controlling but gentle grip. Their tongues exchanged buckets worth of saliva with each other as the squirmed and wrapped. The constant drips and strands of excess fluids fell down onto their frotting cocks. Clear, viscous saliva mixed with the glowing, runny pre spurting out of their tips. The mixed liquids ran down tapered lengths. Caressed the lips of gaping, cock-filled, slits. Tickled the soaked skin of the warriors inner thighs. Then fell to the floor and splashed into the puddle of swirling blues and purples.

The wet smacks and moans of their kissing added to the orchestra of their dueling cocks, slit-buried dicks, and the splashes, pilps, and plops of all their combined fluids.

The pilot gasped and shuddered. His thrusts had become slow, his hands clenching and unclenching Thel's shoulders. It was hard to focus on anything except the tongue, mandibles, and hands controlling his mouth. His senses were overrun by Thel's dominance. Yet while Edo's hips had slowed, his production of pre had nearly doubled. Before he had been squirting runny light blue liquid every time he hilted himself onto the ultra's crotch. Now he could feel his cock throbbing every second. A stream of warm pre pumping into and splashing against the walls of Thel's slit, which, already leaking pre at its lowest point, now pushed the thin glowing fluid out of every edge it had. A glowing river flowing out around the dam of blue and purple flesh, the barrier of cocks no longer sufficient to hold back the deluge. The puddle below was graced with a stream of fresh glow to warm its swirling waters

Edo, barely aware of all this, continued to battle for control of his own mouth, the lavish swirling of his superiors tongue against his own caused his head to fuzz. But just before he could completely surrender to the ultra's ministration, Thel's hands released him. The grip on his lower pair of mandibles vanished, and he reflexively pushed them up, tying all four mouth parts together. Like bleachers surrounding an area, wherein the two tongues still battled to slather the other in as much saliva as possible.

Thel's hands traced down Edo's back, gliding along smooth grey skin. They eventually reached the rim of his tight under-suit, which still covered most of his lower half. Thel's fingers dug under the edges and slid underneath the black material. His hands found and gripped onto Edo's rear. Then, in a joint effort, the ultra thrust his hips forward while pulling Edo's butt in to meet him. The result was a hard 'smack' of wet slit lips hitting and grinding against one another, purple and blue cocks rubbing and spitting pre onto each other. Both of the warriors moaned into the other's mouth. The kiss too intense to break off even for comment.

In unison, both Sangehili pulled their hips back and slammed them together. Over and over again their cocks filled each other's slits and rubbed against their abdomens. The muscles of their legs shook between thrusts. Thel could feel the movement of Edo's thighs through the naked grip he had on his rear. He felt the raw power there, all dedicated to thrusting inside of his warm slit. He couldn't help but dedicate all his strength to push back. Again and again. Their bodies trembling against one another. Until, nearly without them realizing it. They were coming.

Within seconds, the other's slit was washed of pre, replaced by the hot glow of cum. Both warriors broke from their kiss and roared, calling to the cold ceiling with guttural cries of pleasure. The result of that pleasure flooded the room. The cocks not spilling seed into a warm slit throbbed rapidly, shooting blue and purple fluids up to splash against the ceiling. Glowing rain fell down upon them. Coating their skin, soaking into their armor, falling into their mouths. Edo's hands left Thel's shoulders to grab their frotting cocks, stroking them rapidly as a thick line of seed spewed out of their urethras in unbroken lines.

Thel's hands gave Edo's taught rear one hard squeeze. Then his hands flew up to grasp the back of the majors head. Holding his male's skull in an iron grip, he pushed Edo back into another kiss, the major offered no resistance. Their faces melded back together. Mandibles and tongue grasping and tugging. Each male growling and moaning as they kissed and cum spewed into and onto them.

Eventually the orgasmic high wore off. The iron grip they had on one another, and their mouths locked together the only thing keeping them standing. Their cocks began to soften, spurting out weak driblets of glowing goo. The floor was covered in cum. Their four feet the only islands among the glowing sea. Drips from the ceiling plopped into the expanse. Making ripples in the life-filled waters.

A good helping of seed was splattered onto their bodies. Some sliding down their smooth skin, some resting and soaking into them. The room had grown surprisingly silent. The 'plops' of ceiling cum and the small smacks of slowed kissing the only sounds. It was easy to get lost in. And they both did.