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(This story contains adult material, and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18; I am not responsible for and damages etc etc and so on. Halo belongs to is respectable owners and doesn't belong to me.

This story was inspired by an ODST firefight match with friends, which involved excessive sexual references, idiocy, low IQ, pictures of drones and AIs at the wrong moments and angles along with an argument that lead nowhere.

I'm still working on my grammar, but I'm getting there...hopefully. For now, on with the story.)

The Adventures of a Yanme'e: Chapter one: Self image, hiding people and overworked friends.

Nama walked along the purple corridors of his corvette, as the brute chieftain droned endlessly on in his ear; he already had a headache from organising the prisoners he had taken. Eventually, Nama snapped.

"Will you shut up chieftain! I heard you the first time!" He shouted; turning and looking up at the brute, who was dressed in full power armour and stood several foot taller than the drone.

The two captains accompanying the chieftain sniggered, at the sight of a small Yanme'e ordering to a brute around. The pair was quickly silenced by a sharp, stern, glance from their leader.

"Well you didn't reply so I asked again!" The chieftain protested, an angry growl finding its way into his voice.

"I said go and use Phantoms for the mission, my corvette isn't needed for support." Nama answered; hisses of irritation more than clear in his voice.

"But-" The chieftain begun.

"Oh fuck this..." Nama thought, he entered his private quarters and locked the chieftain out. The doors beeped and quickly slid shut, as the brute tried to follow, to prevent anyone entering. Thankfully the walls were soundproof, even when the chieftain hammered on the door it was fairly quiet, and the hologram device that indicated somebody was at the door was in a silent mode.

The lights in the room had already flickered on, and remained in a dimmed mode; giving the room a calm aura and relaxing feel. In the room was a king sized bed to the right, the small drone could easily get buried and lost in the large blue bedding and pillows, a modified weapon holder designed to hold armour and equipment was next to the bed and there was a dresser and a wardrobe for storage of just about anything opposite the bed; a full body mirror also stood by the dresser. opposite the main door was a second door, which lead to the bathroom.

Dotted around the room were several candles, keeping the light level fairly low.

Nama liked low light environments, however many would say the light was at a "romantic" level. He left the lights at this level permanently, and used the candles to compensate. He also meditated by setting up a ring of candles, and beginning his meditating ritual.

Nama went to work lighting a few candles and, soon enough, the brute was gone. By the time the brute was gone, Nama was on his bed looking through adult magazines; his third favourite pastime. He threw the magazines to one side of the bed, got out and stood in front of the mirror.

He looked himself over in the mirror and inspected himself. He clenched his fists, tensed his arms, chest and hissed a strong drone hiss to show his well toned body and reassure himself that he still looked capable of being in command of a ship. He fanned out his wings and admired his large wing span; that would be useful in making him look suitable to be in command of a ship. Some would say he was obsessed with his appearance for no reason, but he was just worried and self conscious.

It was difficult being a Yanme'e ship master, everyone overlooked Nama simply because he was not as big or strong as an elite or brute. One brute had even tried to commandeer the ship, after drawing up the conclusion that it had no shipmaster. He worked out as much as he could, and frequently checked he was making progress in his mirror; he even admired himself there, sometimes.

Nama noticed that he had an erection and sighed. Whenever he was aroused, it took forever to fade. More often than not, he had to ejaculate before his body even realised it should calm down; even then it took a long time to disappear.

Slowly, he gently took his erection in his hand and pumped it slowly five times. He looked between the discarded pile of porn magazines on the bed, a holographic communications device on the wall next to his bed and the wardrobe.

He walked over to the wardrobe and opened it.

Her hands were bound behind her back, her ankles also tied together, and she was kneeling down inside the wardrobe. A rope gag kept her silent and all she could do was look at the golden drone, as he looked her over; she knew him well as a friend, but tried to conceal her shame from him.

Nama looked over the elite female; her breasts were huge and he would be able to clamber between them, if he really wanted, and her slit was exposed.

The female had been part of the crew of a disabled ship, which Nama had taken over; he'd imprisoned all the elite crew, without the knowledge of the attack finding brute ears. The prophets wanted all elites killed on sight, but Nama and his crew kept the event between themselves and exploited the all female crew as wished.

Nama pulled her out of the wardrobe and she fell onto her left hand side, looking up at the horny drone.

"I will enjoy this" Nama hissed under his breath. He removed her gag, the ropes around her wrists and ankles to allow her to shift into a kneeling position; her legs concealing her slit and using her arms to try and cover her breasts. Nama begun to pace around her, looking her over with his observant eyes.

She did have lare breasts by elite standards, but to Nama they were even bigger due to his smaller size.

She was so embarrassed, she was being held captive by a group lead by a Yanme'e; who knew exactly how to exploit them for his own amusement. The rest of the captured crew were also being forced to be slaves, who had to follow the will of their masters and mistresses. All of the crew had been forewarned that they would be turned over to the brutes, if they caused trouble, but their captors were happy to keep them decently if they got what they desired.

"Are the murderers gone master?" she asked quietly, shaking Nama from his thoughts.

"Soon enough." He replied, still pacing.

"Why must you have us do this? There are many other who would be who more willing to breed with you. We could work on the ship and-"

"Silence!" Nama snapped, glaring at her, "Because we don't need to pay you, and you really think I'd let you go near the workings of my ship? This ship is my most prised position, and I won't be letting any Sanggeili near its working until this civil war is over."

She lowered her head and spoke again, interested by what the Yanme'e had said.

"Civil war? This is genocide!" She protested. Nama looked at her, and thought about the term in his head.

"In my view, it was stupid and wrong for the prophets to order the slaughter of your race. All this needless infighting will lead to the downfall of The Covenant, as we knew it. I don't want to show all my cards, in case we end up on the losing side and get ourselves slaughtered." Nama explained.

"I should have known that the Yanme'e would be traitors, only trying to extend their worthless lives." She said. Nama hissed at her, and shouted in her face.

"We are not traitors or cowards! We simply don't know who would be best to side with! Don't you ever let me hear you say anything like that again." Nama snapped. Nama noticed a need growing in his crotch, and looked over the female in front of him.

"Now...let us get to what I intended to do..." Nama hissed gently in her ear. She recoiled slightly, and looked sadly down at the floor; she didn't like this, but Nama was good to her. He spit her legs, so he had a nice view, and moved her arms from her breasts to her legs.

"Just enjoy it...and it will be over soon enough." Nama whispered to her. She shut her eyes and lifted her head slightly, as she felt Nama's hand stroke her slit from bottom to top.

Nama reached his right hand down and gently played with her folds, quickly making her become wet and increase her breathing. After he clearly felt her juice leaking onto his hand, Nama groped her left breast with his free hand. He squashed it against her body, before taking her other breast and rolling it around, until she tipped her head back and begun to embrace the warm feelings welling up inside her. Nama could feel his erection become completely solid, and scream for attention.

Nama took hold of her head, and guided her down towards his erection. She had to lean forwards, until she was almost in the doggy style position, to be able to take his member into her throat. Nama groaned, as he felt it slip into her, and relaxed his grip on her head to give her control. After a few moments of becoming used to him, she slowly begun to bob her head and coat his erection in saliva.

Nama's wings lazily fanned out, and twitched quickly but infrequently, when she did something that felt really good. As she sucked on her master, and took his member in and out of her throat, a warmth begun to grow in her groin and her lips begun to become sensitive to the feel of the warm air of the room. Slowly the feeling spread all the way down her legs and all the way down to the tip of each finger, her entire body warmed and tingling from the arousing feeling. The feeling was the most intense in her lower lips, nipples, thighs, ass and breasts.

Nama slowly let his arms fall down to his sides, as he relaxed, his wings opening as he did. He groaned to himself, and felt the odd quiver from his wings, every so often and gave into the pleasure consuming his entire body and welling up inside his erection. She stroked his erection with her skilled mandibles in just the right way, as she bobbed her head; causing him to groan, and thrust lightly back in.

Eventually the pleasure welled up in Nama so much that he grabbed her head, and fucked her mouth fiercely. She supported herself by putting her right hand on the floor, underneath her and put her left hand on her master's back and pulling him in as close and as deep as possible, when he shot his seed down into her stomach. Nama held her head tightly and pushed into her throat as much as possible, but let himself hang limp in the female elite's loving embrace.

"Ahh..." He began, a few moments after he had finished filling her with seed. She pulled off him and returned to her exposed position.

After a moment, Nama spoke to her again.

"Flip over, I want you in doggy style. But make yourself low, so it is nice and easy for me to access you."

She got into doggy style; supporting her upper half on her elbows and lower arms and then moving her knees further apart, until her upper and lower body were level and low enough for the Yanme'e about to fuck her. He walked up behind her, groped her ass and massaged it, before stroking the tip of his erection against her slit.

The touch of his erection was electric, she shuddered and jolted when he stroked his tip against her and moaned quietly.

"Be loud, let me know how much you enjoy me." Nama said, rubbing her ass and smiling. When she least expected it, Nama thrust deep into her.

"Ahhh!" she shouted, in shock and pleasure when he did.

He folds were instantly parted, her walls contracted around him, juice covered him and leaked from her slit.

She almost orgasmed there and then, the hot feeling brewing inside her suddenly shot down into her vagina and its walls, like it was attracted by his erection penetrating her, and soon enough the hot tingling feeling had caused her to soak the inside of her legs and his erection. Her juice was freely running down her legs, all over the internal and external parts of her vagina, and onto Nama's crotch as he thrust into her and pulled out.

Nama watched her throw her head back and moan while he fucked her, he also watched the juice pour from her, getting everywhere. When she was nearing orgasm, Nama demanded she begged for it and slapped her ass several times. By now his musky scent of arousal had mixed with her much lighter scent, creating an arousing mix that he rather liked; if someone were to enter, they may not even recognise the very uncommon blend of scents.

"Please! Ahh, by the gods please master!" She forced out between moans, Nama was silent.

"Master please give your slave the permission to orgasm all over your erection!" She begged.

"Master! Fill me please!" She moaned franticly, as she orgasmed. Her entire body shook, as she clamped around her master. Nama couldn't hold out against her orgasm, and fell against her back; his wings were still open and he was still gripping her ass, as he lay atop her feeling his seed pumping into her. Her insides felt full, sticky and warm thanks to him, and she loved the feeling.

After a minute or two of remaining like that, Nama pulled out of her, moved his porn magazines under the bed and helped the elite up.

"Come, sleep with me tonight." He ordered, pulling back the covers and getting into the bed. She did the same, but her legs were in a much larger stance than his. Nama settled on top of her stomach; his erection was inside her slit again, his head was resting on her massive right breast as he slept and he was in a deep sleep.

She moaned at the feeling of sleeping with him inside her, but wanted him never to leave her inners after what had just happened. She wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his back, snuggling him like some stuffed toy. She looked down and watched him, sleeping against and using her breast as a pillow, it amused her that her breasts could be used as a pillow by the Yanme'e.

Nama woke the next day and found himself on his right hand side, his head on the elite's breast and his erection was gone. He yawned like a baby, put his right arm on the elites breast and pushed himself up.

She felt the drone stir on her stomach, and looked down at him. He squirmed about a bit and let out a cute high pitch yawn, which made her laugh quietly to herself. He pushed himself up and looked back at her, she smiled at him.

"How did I...?" He trailed off.

"You wanted to remain inside me, as you fell asleep, and you ended up falling asleep on my breast and used it as a pillow." She explained, "You're cute when you yawn."

"Shut up." He laughed playfully, as he got off her and out of the bed. He took a lengthy, relaxingly hot, shower and got ready for his day; he let the elite shower and wash herself down, when he came out of the shower. By now anyone who wasn't part of the permanent crew had left the ship long ago, so it was safe for the captive elites to move about without having to hide. Before the two set out to get breakfast, he spoke to her about his plans for the evening.

"You usually spend your time locked up in my wardrobe, but tonight I want you to stay with any other idle elites in the cargo hold; I'm hoping to get my communications officer to join me in bed tonight." He said. He was observing himself in the mirror again, making final adjustments to his exoskeleton and armour by cleaning and polishing them with a cloth.

"You had me only a few hours ago, and you already planned to have one of your officers tonight...? You are one horny little insect" She joked.

"Nema is a beautiful female, who has been trying to attract attention for weeks now. She has been unable to do so, because of her constant flow of work; just the other night I found her asleep at her controls on the bridge, so exhausted that even I couldn't shake her awake to tell her to go to bed. I tell you, If she is half as good at mating as she is at managing communications and orders, I'll be very happy indeed." He said happily. He finished with his exoskeleton, and looked at himself; he desperately wanted to impress Nema.

Nema was an amazing friend and Nama didn't just think about getting inside her, he wanted to be her mate...or at least friend with benefits. He wanted her to glance up from her boring work, sigh as she looked around and then notice his shining figure and feel a fire of lust for him.

Nama finished his breakfast quickly; he only ate a few basic things, like toast and egg. While he was eating, his vision met Nema's and they exchanged an awkward nod, both sensing something from each other but not knowing exactly what. Nama went to the bridge and sat in his chair, carrying out the typical routine order giving for an outer rim patrol.

Nema was still busy controlling the communications coming in from larger ships, which needed to be forwarded to other ships, beings and locations. She would often sigh, stop working for a moment, reorganise everything on her half circle hologram display and then resume working.

At dinner time, Nama went to the canteen, got food for the both of them and took it back to the bridge. He put his plate down on the arm of his command chair, took a breath and walked over to Nema.

"Can I help you shipmaster?" She asked, not looking up from her work.

"Yes...eat" he said, putting the plate down on the side of her console. The purple console was curved around her chair and was about waist height when sitting down, with the hologram panels then extending to just above head height. She smiled at Nama's kind gesture of bringing her food, and his concern for her.

"Thank you shipmaster, but I am too busy to take a break at the moment." She said. She leaned close and whispered to him, with a wink.

"But perhaps some other time you can get me dinner, yes?"

Nama touched a symbol on her left hologram display, and then tapped another symbol in a confirmation box that appeared.

"Ship master!" She protested, as her entire station shut down.

"You focus too much on relaying communications the second you are given one, and not enough on what your body requires." Nama replied; sure enough, her stomach growled loudly and she begun to eat.

"I'd like to talk with you alone tonight in my quarters, after evening meal; don't make plans, or let your work interfere." He whispered to her, before returning to his chair and beginning to eat. His quarters would be the best place to make advances with her, and hopefully both of them would exhibit a sexual interest towards each other.