The General
Nar was an Sangheili of no great prestige. Born of a low tier House, to low class parents, born into a low class life. Low class, that was all he ever was. He was not born into the aristocracy, and so would never rise any higher. A Minor, he had been in the armed services a full four years, taken part in countless campaigns and stained planets with the blood of heretics, but he was still just a Minor. That's all he would ever be. He accepted that surprisingly well, all things considered. He did not like that, but he accepted it as inevitable. And, despite that, he took great pride in every bit of work he did. Every time he lined the sights of his carbine with a the roundness of an enemy's skull (for he most often served as marksman), he felt pride even if he was never given any recognition for his enormous efforts.
Nar was a Sanghili with a bit of a...problem...
It was an embarrassing problem, to be sure. A problem he hated talking about, a problem he hated acknowledging, and so he did not. He just worked around it. He ignored it. He never spoke of it, not that there was anyone to speak to.
In the darkness of the sleeping hours aboard the ship, when only a skeleton crew was tending to the most basic functions aboard the Lesser Titan, he moved towards the shower from his personal quarters, which by grace of the Forerunners was not too far away. He walked with a towel hung tight around his waist, a trembling hand holding the towel up because he did not trust the hastily tied knot, and his eyes shifting from side to side of the hallway. Since he had been transferred from a ground base (where every Sangheili had a private room with a private shower), to this ship, he had taken to this: creeping out in the darkness of sleep and to the shower, and yet away always terrified that someone might turn the corner and see him.
He just...he didn't much like the communal aspect of the communal showers. It was fine for the Brutes, or the Grunts, but for a proud Sangheili...it didn't seem right to shower in front of other men. Yes, that was why. Not that he...not that he watched the others a bit too...
Nar shook his head. He felt his tip peeking out of the heavy sheath and brushing against the tightly wrapped towel. A low gasp and whimper escaped his lips, eyes casting side to side, forward and back. He heard a sound of squawks and froze stock still. It was just some idiot Jackal making a commotion down the hallway, but tears wetted Nar's eyes as he held his breath. Soon enough, the sounds of the scratching and the caws faded away, and his breath returned.
He hurried to the showering area, slipping inside as he always did and spending a long time pressed against the closest wall, in the dark. He strained his ears to listen for any sound that...what could possibly happen? Could a Grunt be playing in the dark and might see him? Could a Brute be waiting to ambush him? Ridiculous to hide in the dark so long, but he did every night, until he worked the nerve to wave a hand over the light switch, and the lights hummed on.
Walking into the center of the showering area, he took off his towel and revealed his body to the emptiness. He did not bare the hulking size that was so often associated with his kind. In fact, he was rather thin, rather small, but with wide...some would say womanly hips. He traced a hand over his body, sighing loudly. He had never been able to put on muscle. He had lowered himself and even asked a chieftain who was a formal acquaintance of his to train him, just to acquire some bulk, but nothing ever worked. Eventually he gave up.
Inside the showering area, there was always any number of salves and soaps for Sangheili skin. He selected what he usually used and walked under the central shower, letting the presence of his body trigger the water. He smiled slightly as the first drops hit him, relaxing him. It always relaxed him. Sangheili loved hot showers after all, the warmth and the feel and the...he smiled, and began working the salves into his skin, massaging himself as best he could, scrubbing the day's scents off his smooth darkness. He looked over himself, tracing a finger over his pectorals and the flat abdomen. He stroked his strong legs and what was between them, giggling loudly at the feel of his nail against the sensitive sheath. He swallowed and looked down, feeling shame creep onto him. But...what was the problem? No one was here. The water would wash away any evidence of his deed, as it always did. He looked around again, as he always did, to be sure no one was here. No, he was alone. Definitely alone in the deep darkness.
But he imagined others. He imagined...he imagined the shower filled with nude, glistening bodies. He imagined the general standing beside him. The honored general, who the gods had seen fit to bless in so many dimensions. Larger than a Brute, stronger than a Brute...yes...him... The general. Nar closed his eyes, and traced a finger up his thighs, using the lubrication of the salve to better stroke his great Sangheili sheath, giggling rather loudly, rather childishly. He tilted his head up, smiling wide. The great girth of Sangheili. His chieftain acquaintance who had tried training him was large compared to Nar. But the general, the general dwarfed even the Jiralhanae. Twelve feet tall. Twelve monstrous feet, so large he actually had to duck to get through most doorways, and had once torn a Hunter's arm off and beat its mate to death with it. The first day Nar was assigned to this ship, Nar had tried showering. He had shared the showering room with several others, but he had shared it with the general. The general who...
Nar stopped stroking himself. Shame touched him, and he rested his head against the wall before him, sighing loudly. What he had seen, what he had felt. That was why he showered alone at night.
Had Nar not been so preoccupied with his own thoughts, he might have noticed as the door to the showering room opened. Of course, the Sangheili who came through the door did not draw attention to himself, so it was not completely Nar's fault. The newcomer stopped the door from opening fully, and ducking, slipped through the narrow passage. Now inside the showering room, he took a few stealthy steps inside, moving like a jungle cat on the prowl, and stopped walking before his hooves might splash in the water and alert the other male of his presence.
Despite his arrival at the showering room, this new Sangheili wore no towel. He wore nothing in fact. He stood nude in the slight shadows of the entrance to the showering room, though Nar remained completely oblivious of the presence. Even his well trained senses did not alert him. The newcomer, for his part, did not make a sound. Even his breathing was kept low and quiet and slow. A single hand moved down his muscular chest, his body so carefully sculpted it was as if he were crafted from onyx rather than flesh, blood and bone. In the shower room, with its high ceiling, he could stand to his full height of twelve feet, gargantuan even by Covenant standards. The hand slid down his chest, over his solid abdomen, and finally to his crotch. He touched his sheath, but unlike Nar, he did not whimper or giggle. He only breathed softly, but the sound was not audible over the rushing water that surrounded Nar.
However gradually, Nar straightened himself out and began to stroke himself again, though he could no longer capture the same feelings he had just minutes before. He sighed, settling that today would be yet another night he would go unrelieved, and settled for just standing under the water, enjoying the warm rush of moisture that danced over his skin so deliciously.
Nar's first indication that he was not alone came in the form of a hand on his nape, and Nar found himself suddenly slammed against the shower wall. He groaned loudly, getting a mouth full of water as his mandibles opened in a panic. He fought and pushed against the wall, but the hand stayed firm behind him, until at last he began to calm down and crane his neck to look back behind him. His eyes struggled to block out the rushing water, but after several heavy blinks he managed to free his vision of the moisture and see what hand held him.
"G-general Akaf..." Nar tried pushing himself off the wall again, but the solidity of the grip was...impossible to break. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to keep the water out of his face. "P-please general...let me...let me go..."
There was laughter, slow and cruel, that came from the great Sangheili behind him, and Akaf released his hold. "Oh? I just thought you might enjoy some company. I've noticed you do not bathe with the others at the normal time. Why is that Nar?"
Nar looked down slowly, clenching his mandibles. "I...uhm..." His gaze moved down, and he noticed the great girth of Sangheili pride that hung between Akaf's legs. His own girth, which had begun to peek out from his own stimulation and imagination but froze as his mind wandered, looked absolutely miniscule by comparison. He felt shame once more bubble up to the surface. Shame for any number of reasons, but most of all, shame simply to be in the presence of his better. He whimpered lowly.
Akaf was truly a god amongst insects. His creators had taken such care to craft every inch of him. Every muscular twitch of the body that hid something greater was before Nar's eyes. And the swollen, fat organ that now hung between Akaf's muscled thighs. He would put the Brutes to shame. Nar quickly averted his eyes, as one would when seeing their god, too shameful and dirty to deserve to be in the presence.
Akaf's hand was almost tender as it came down, and stroked Nar's chin, his mandibles, his chest, his belly. Nar looked up to the soft smile on the larger male's face. A hand on his shoulder told Nar he should turn around, which he did without really thinking. Perhaps Akaf did just want to shower tonight as well. Was that really so odd? Akaf...blessed General Akaf. He was so highly regarded by his peers. He should have been a Councilor, even at his young age, but he always claimed he would never leave the field of battle, unless his head had been removed from its body by a Demon's blade. Blessed Akaf spent so much time on the bridge, waiting for an attack. Often times, whole weeks were spent without sleep, without shower, with only the minimum of sustenance. Ever vigilante. It was not strange that Akaf should shower now, when things were quiet. And Nar turned his back respectfully. This time he would not look, nor would he display his excitement.
Nar's body went rigid as he felt Akaf's arms behind him, on his shoulders. He looked back, head swiveling on the serpentine neck, and a low hiss escaping his throat solely by instinct. He would never dare growl at the general like that. "G-general...? I-I'm sorry sir. I'm sorry but...p-please release me."
"Relax little one...I am just seeing if you are clean..." Akaf's hands were...slow, careful, methodical as they passed over Nar's body. "Still such a child. It's a wonder you have not been killed yet. How have you not been killed, when so many stronger, so many braver, have fallen to the Demons?"
Nar swallowed, looking forward, shivering each time the hand passed over him. "I d-do not know...sir... I serve as a marksman. So...I am not always in the heat of battle."
"Pathetic," came Akaf's voice sharply. "You are a child. A coward, watching the battle instead of fighting in it."
"I do my duty, sir!" Nar shouted, trying to turn but again meeting the solid grip of the larger male. "I have slain many heretics. And I am...I am..."
Akaf took a step forward. Nar felt a touch of warm girth at his rump cheeks, and turned around sharply. Well, he tried to turn. In an instant, Akaf had taken firmer hold of Nar's shoulders and pushed him forward, this time stuffing him against the wall until he whimpered and squirmed and begged for the superior force to stop. He managed to look down, and saw that his shoulder had cracked at an angle on the shower. There was a large dent in both the wall and his skin, a painful bruise on his body.
"Hush little one...Hush..."
Nar did, for some strange reason, stop his whimpers. He stopped whimpering, and closed his eyes, facing forward but braced his arms against the wall for fear he might be forced against it again. Akaf's hands slid down Nar's shoulders and chest, down his back, down his ribs, and coming to his hips. He carefully took hold of the curve, and then pulled him back slowly. Nar whimpered lowly, but remembered the order and didn't make another sound. He did look back though, then forward. Akaf smiled, panting softly, and wiggling his hips, and managed to maneuver his great girth between Nar's cheeks. It was with little difficulty that they slipped between the deposits of fat, because the lubrication from the pre, water, and salve all aided very well in sliding into the tight embrace. There was a slight bit of trouble when he reached Nar's very tight, very virgin pucker, but by placing his hands firmer on Nar's hips, and giving him a little tug back, the tight ring of muscle opened, and Akaf's head was able to slip inside. Both groaned, though for different reasons: Nar for the immense pain that shot through his body, Akaf for the immense pleasure that traveled the same path. He smiled down to Nar, and leaned his mandibles down, nibbling on Nar's neck softly.
Nar's mind raced. His eyes darted side to side, the water a constant pressure over him, the little droplets beating upon him. He did not like it.
"General...general please...stop it. I-I don't understand. What are you doing? Please, do not...is this some...is this punishment for something." He whimpered low, deep in his throat. "I'm sorry general, I don't understand. Please...stop..."
"I've taken humans like this, but they always seem to break so easily. Pathetic little creatures. But there is something that I have always wanted to try... You are still weak, but a fair bit stronger than those pathetic devils. Here...perhaps you can help me."
Nar was...terrified of what Akaf would do next. He felt shame, he felt pain, he felt...a very strange heat bubbling up between his legs, at his hips, at his rectum...he had stuffed a finger into himself, he had stroked himself, but somehow having another partner...it was so much better... But looking down, he watched as Akaf's large hands slowly took hold of his Sangheili pride. Nar whimpered again, softly, as the looming hands started to stroke. They moved down to the head of the erection, teasing over his slit, then down to the base. And when at the base, they pushed on the hip bone, and aided Nar's body in pushing back onto the great cock. Akaf moved forward at that time as well, carefully stuffing himself in deeper and deeper into the virgin Sangheili, but not going enough to hurt.
Why? Nar wondered. Akaf had a reputation for cruelty. He was a skillful general, very competent, but he would never be mistaken for benign. Why, then was Akaf being...ah! Thoughts were cut short as Akaf took hold of Nar's ample cheeks and pulled him back, hard, slamming his full girth and weight into the smaller Sangheili before he had any idea what was happening. Lightning ran through Nar, and he reached forward, trying to find a holding on the slippery walls of the shower, some method to escape. He gritted his mandibles, his muscles clenching and spasming and...oh by the gods...oh by the gods, it felt... He felt shame. He felt pain and agony, and he felt...oh god... God he felt...
Why was Akaf doing this? Oddly, that question was where Nar's mind focused and refused to leave. What purpose did he have? What reason had touched his brain to corner and...and rape a subordinate like this. This was what the Brutes did. This was what the humans did. But this...this wasn't right for Sangheili. This wasn't proper for a general, let alone a general of Akaf's prestige. His mind spun. His senses were overwhelmed. The water beat upon him and burned his skin like napalm. He screamed so loud, someone on the ship must have heard. Someone would come. Someone would see this, help him, stop the monstrous general form having his way like this. Nar waited for his savior, even peeked backwards to the door to try to see someone coming. He would lower himself to anyone, to any Jackal or Brute or Grunt that happened to come in and go for help. But he was alone in this section of the ship. And Akaf jammed himself in deeper.
Just when Nar didn't think he could take any more, he felt a sweet sensation as the thrusting stopped, replaced by a constant bulk, still intense, but now that Akaf wasn't driving into him it was at least more tolerable. He panted lowly, and was still bracing himself on the wall, head held low, when he happened to gaze down and see his own Sangheili pride, the great, enormous girth...being held in Nar's great hands. He gritted his mandibles as Nar began to stroke again, began to pump and manhandle him, began to work him so heavily, so quickly, so painfully, using the lubrication to...Nar tilted his head back, and rested his head on Akaf's broad shoulder. He leaned back, and braced himself in Akaf's strong arms. He whimpered, his body convulsing, and suddenly, he felt a great tide release out of him. His body spasmed, but Akaf held him hard, holding him up, working him so hard and cruelly, why oh why so cruelly?
Nar felt a great pressure released from him as his pride twitched and he began to spurt great loads of pent up seed out onto the shower wall. Oh god...to describe the sensation, the relief...it was as if a great weight was lifted off, not just his hips or groin, but his entire body. A great sense of pleasure over took him, as he lay his head back against the body that was so tenderly holding him up.
But whatever relief whatever he felt was fleeting at best, soon replaced by a great build up in his ass as Akaf wiggled his hips, and climaxed himself. A heavy load found its way into his bowels, bubbling up in his hips, and then seeming to stretch to every inch of him. But his own release, oh that was incredible, and worth the agony he now found himself subjected to. His penis twitched, and if he could look down (he was far too taken by the sensations to lift his head off Akaf's shoulder) he would see his penis bobbing and spurting madly. The ground of the shower was now coated in slightly luminescent seed. Spurt after spurt doused the ground, mixing with the water...no, laying on the top of it, as oil does. Gallon upon gallon escaped his long length, gallon upon gallon built up inside him. Some was washed away with the shower's water, but some remained, having landed in dry spots, evidence of the deed that had taken place here. Akaf lifted the bobbing cock and aimed for the roof. Nar watched as a huge spurt hit the roof, then another. Akaf turned the cock this way and that, spurting over the walls, hitting spots where the water couldn't reach to wash it away...what a story to explain to the custodian tomorrow... Oh but Nar was so happy, so relieved, tears wetted his eyes as...more and more seed spurted around him, out of him, deep inside of him. It was a blinding sensation inside him, his body stretching larger and larger, as the tide racked his body painfully. He looked down at it, gasping loudly, then to the walls to see it glowing in the slightly from Sangheili seed. He whimpered, falling limp, but Akaf held him up and tight.
The general hooked an arm under his arms, the other around his legs. His penis pulled out of the tight cavern, but behind it the muscle sealed, trapping the contents inside of Nar. Some oozed out, but there was still a...magnificent bulk there, which bobbed and swelled gently. Akaf smiled. Nar tried to say something but his mandibles weren't working. He felt weighed down and tired. He felt heavy, so heavy with weakness and sleep and the added weight of seed somewhere inside him. He was barely conscious as Akaf took him out of the shower, leaving the seed where it had fallen.
Some time later, Nar woke with a low groan and a loud creak in his bones. He had been lying on his back, and now slowly rolled onto his side, hoping to open his eyes and have a good look around. Something shifted inside him however, and he froze out of confusion. With a loud groan, he opened his eyes, blinking twice to adjust his vision to the dim interior of this new room, before his eyes drifted to his body. He groaned yet again, tracing a finger over his hips, and then drawing little circles in himself absent mindedly. He could feel...feel something inside. Some soft shift wash his insides oddly, the sensation made him shiver and groan loudly. Slowly but surely, he remembered what had happened, what the massive Sangheili had done to him in the bathroom, what sort of...what he had done. He looked down, feeling that ever present shame return to him.
"Finally awake, little one?" came a voice behind him, and on his serpentine neck, he found Akaf standing over him. The sharp, almost cruel golden gaze was fixated on him, on his bare...Nar realized with a bit of a violet blush that he was nude. Akaf had not taken the time to dress him. And actually, he was still slightly moist from his time in the shower. There was still a slight touch of water on his skin, there was a great deal of wetness at his pucker and between his cheeks, and a low glisten of pre on his tip. His penis, despite its lack of use, had not yet retreated inside its home.
Reaching around him, Akaf's finger came to touch the quivering length of Sangheili pride. Nar groaned gently, and turned his head to face the pillow, pushing into it, whimpered loudly, hugging it, letting his moans and groans be muffled inside the embrace.
"Hush little one, hush. I'm not going to hurt you again." At those words, Nar lifted his head and turned back to look up to Akaf. Akaf was still smiling. There was a slight smile on his mandibles, a little upturn at the corners of his jaws. "I must admit, you are quite a mate. Spending so many countless cycles on this damn ship, generally my only source of relief is the humans we occasionally capture. But they...they come apart at the seems, more often than not. Even their baby demons barely hold together as I finish." A finger traced over Nar's stomach, the nail leaving a mark in the dark, plump, stretched skin. "They tear apart and spill my bounty on the prison floor. Ungrateful devils."
Nar whimpered softly. Turning to the pillow, he closed his eyes, holding to the pillow to tolerate the stroking and...prodding that Akaf seemed interested in now. Touching at his moist pucker, letting the nail slip inside the tight vent and wiggling, before pulling out, it felt...amazing to Nar, but some part of him still considered this wrong. There was no written rule against a Sangheili male showing affection to another, but it was not well publicized. A male's proper place was on the battlefield killing. And the interests of carnal nature were only to be indulged with a female when on leave, when there were no more heretics to slay. He was not supposed to do it now, especially with another male. He whimpered, and placed his face in the pillow, letting it absorb his tears.
"Brother..." came the gentle voice. "Brother, please relax. There is nothing wrong with this. I assure you. I am your superior, am I not? You can trust me."
Perhaps it was the way that Akaf spoke, the smooth depth of his voice, or just to hear another voice tell him what he felt was not heresy, but Nar lifted his gaze up to the much larger male. In a bit of confusion though, he looked to Akaf's hands. One was stroking over Nar's body tenderly, but the other was between Akaf's legs, keeping the superb length at strict attention, already dribbling out bits of pre softly. "Stand up, little one."
Nar nodded softly, and rolled over onto his front. It was troubling, because of the great bulge at his belly made for a lack of natural equilibrium, but he managed, and stood up. Akaf's girth was...there were no words to describe it. The length and size of Nar's forearm and fist...it seemed completely believable that he had torn apart any number of human prisoners. Nar stood before Akaf, holding up his sagging belly with both hands, looking down rather embarrassed for a reason he could not place. Perhaps because he did feel like a "little one" when in the presence of such a godly endowed male. Akaf took his seat on the bed, corralling Nar between his long legs. The great length of Sangheili pride, so massive, veins poking out of the taught and tight flesh, dripping soft glistens of pre out of the great slit....Nar had no doubts he could put his whole finger down the great tunnel and...
"Come here," came Akaf's voice.
Nar obeyed stiffly, walking up to the massive creature. He was ordered to turn, which he did, slowly. "You've a female's body. Little muscle, and wide hips." Akaf's open hand slapped against Nar's rump, sending a stinging pain through his body and he took a step away to escape another slap. After a moment, he returned, holding his head low. Once more, he turned to face Akaf, tears wetting Nar's eyes.
He watched as Akaf's hands moved down Nar's body, and then under his arms. To his great surprise, he found himself being lifted up. Akaf, with the strength of a demigod, was able to pick him up like a child and pull him close. Nar felt his body press up against Akaf's, Akaf's body feeling like a wall of stone. Instinctively he wrapped his legs around Akaf's chest, holding close to him, clinging to him like a child. He looked up to Akaf (for Akaf was massive enough that even in this position, he was taller). And Akaf smiled down at him, and slowly began to drop Nar.
Nar felt the familiar warm bulge at his cheeks. He gasped and groaned, but such a reaction quickly succumb to a low purr and gasp as the girth slide inside him easily, very easily in fact. He had been stretched not an hour ago, the muscles had learned what to do in the brief amount of time, they opened up and nibbled gently on the girth, but did not tighten or clench, at least not at first. He should have expected Akaf to...attempt something. But he didn't. And he was taken completely off guard when Akaf pulled him down, and pushed up. Nar's body knew what it was like to have such a girth inside him, but there were limits. He was taken off guard when...gods Akaf was huge. He was...oh gods. Oh gods. Oh gods. He whimpered loudly, then arched his back and let loose a loud roar, before that succumb to a low choking noise that sounded absolutely pathetic.
Nar realized that...Akaf was still holding him up. Why? He looked down their two bodies, between their bellies, and saw...glorious sights. Nar's own erection was pressed tight against their two bodies, dribbling pre, dousing the rock solid abs of Akaf and less toned chest of Nar with glistening purple-white. The silky, lubricated embrace of the two bodies felt amazing. Beneath him, though, was Akaf, slowly feeding the pride into the tight cheeks and tighter anus. Nar realized something...he hadn't taken the full pride into him when they were in the shower. It must have only been a percent, a half or...or something because it felt as if Akaf was growing, as if the great size was pushing in deeper than it had before, then even his finger had before when Nar serviced himself. How that was possible was beyond Nar. Nar did not care. He cared about the blinding pain that was surging through him, about the white hot fire that was bubbling inside his belly...about the strength sapping pleasure that was vibrating through him. Still, the pain was intense.
"I can't take it!" he blurted out. "By the gods, I beg of you commander! Please, no!"
"Silence..." came the low hissing voice from the great male. As an act of discipline, Akaf let go of Nar. Although that seemed like such an odd form of discipline, gravity pulled Nar down sharply, and a sharp stretch of pain surged through his body before Akaf took hold of him and began lowering him at the more controlled speed. Nar understood what Akaf was trying to say, and wrapping his arms around the large male, resigned himself to this fate.
Pressed up against Akaf as he was, his penis was treated well, despite the enormous pain his body was racked with. Between the rock solid girth of Akaf's chest, and he was absolutely rock solid, and the softer embrace of the belly, his penis had never been treated so well. He had never had a partner, not even a lower species concubine. The most he had ever had was his hand, and this, feeling the embrace between both bodies, the strangely warm intimacy of Akaf, it felt almost good.
"I can't take it," Nar said loudly, howling like a mad dog and trying to push against Akaf. The pain and the pleasure toyed and fought for dominance of Nar's senses, but the pain was winning. "Please by the rings, have mercy."
"You sound like a human," came Akaf's voice. Having gone as deep as he would for now, he wrapped his arms around Nar's torso and placed his hands crisscrossed over Nar's shoulders. He crammed Nar down deeper, while lifted his hips off the bed, bouncing on the springs, and driving his shaft deeper. "Yes, nothing but a pathetic little human. A pathetic little bitch. The body of a female, and the soul of one. Such a luscious rump, so much like a woman. Nothing but a woman. Nothing but a whore."
"I...I'm not..."
Nar whimpered loudly as one of the claws pinched his rump cheek and pulled it wide, aiding Akaf in slipping that much more inside. He felt both hands now massaging and pulling the ample posterior of the subordinate male down over Akaf's wide hips, until he was hilted...even deeper. How was this possible? How could he...Nar again roared. And then, he fell forward, resting against Akaf, holding on tight, but slowly losing all strength. Tears streamed down his eyes as his chin came to rest on Akaf's shoulders. He held onto Akaf, holding him, now sobbing openly, and his mandibles twitched and he let out soft words. "I...I am...I am pathetic."
Nar felt Akaf's hands behind his back, and a soft finger stroke down his spine. He sobbed still, sobbed openly like a Grunt pulled off the teat for the first time. "Hush little one," came Akaf's soft, disturbing voice. "I would not have you any other way..."
Akaf pushed up against the bed, and buried himself that much deeper inside of Nar. He began to bounce up off the bed, using the well fortified springs to aid him in ramming up and down, up and down, deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper...until...
Nar screamed one last time, resting down on Akaf's a little heavier, but had to push away as a huge stream of cum shot inside of him, and filled his already stretched bowels. He gasped, looking down, eyes wide, as his stomach twitched and began to fill even more, skin began to stretch. He screamed, and fell backwards, and probably would have hit hard against the floor if Akaf, ever vigilante Akaf, didn't hold onto his back and hold him up. Nar twitched and moaned, watching as his girth kept expanding. His breathing became ragged and torn, each of his pants expanding his stomach wider, which in turn embraced his pride all the sweeter. His cock was pressed between the warm expanse of full belly, and the rock solid abdomen of the general. And Akaf did not seem to be approaching his finish any time soon, which meant this sensation would only continue.
Nar gasped loudly, as a sudden surge shot into the air. A huge tide, a huge rush of off white cream shot between their two bodies, and then fell down to the side and landed with a loud splat on the bed. Akaf held Nar gently, giving his penis room to expand and shoot as gallon upon gallon of seed...
It lasted for hours. Nar felt like it lasted a life time. His stomach expanded with his pants, constantly embracing his pride, but oh, how he dreamed of more intimacy now. He dreamed of taking an entire platoon of humans and having them service him, and dreamed of what "reward" he might give the lesser creatures when they were done. He giggled softly at that thought, and pondered how wonderful it must be to have had an entire prison at his disposal to pleasure himself, as Akaf no doubt had time and time again.
Thoughts of joy were not long to last. They quickly succumb to shame and embarrassment and...and looking to Akaf his eyes spoke of every emotion he was feeling, weighing heavy on his heart. Akaf's head was tilted back. His neck was exposed to the Nar's gaze, until the serpentine neck lowered down and the golden eyes met Nar's stare. Nar blinked tears. He began to sob yet again, feeling remorse, feeling like he had failed for some reason. He did not understand why, he did not care. He just felt sick inside and awful and dirty and if he had a strip of grenades he would have swallowed a dozen to destroy the stain of himself on this universe. He sobbed loud and weak and cried of how truly pathetic he was.
"Hush little one, hush."
He felt Akaf put his arms around him, hug him, hold him tight. The girth of Akaf's pride was still buried in his rear, and every time either shifted a surge of pleasure ran through both. Akaf held Nar close, and slowly lowered back, resting fully on the bed, Nar resting on top of him. Akaf softly nuzzled Nar's neck and his crown, but Nar continued to sob lowly.
And through it all, Akaf held him. There were no quick words or hisses of silence. There was just the warm embrace of Akaf's arms until Nar slowly but surely calmed down. He looked to Akaf slowly, mandibles wide, panting.
Akaf smiled, and stroked down his back. "You did wonderful, little one," Akaf said. "I am of high rank and great respect. But I find myself in need of an adjutant. Would you be interested?"
Nar heaved softly, feeling tears wet his eyes yet again, and nodded quickly.
Akaf chuckled heartily, shifting around, grinding his pride inside of Nar's anus and eliciting a low moan out of the male. "I will make the request in the morning."