Engaged at the Relay
Story by Dr1ft3r0I on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Planet Reach
July 24, 2552
There were times when the new Noble Six's superior officers were aggravated by her habit of disabling her suit's recording devices. After all, how could they ensure that she, the only other Hyper-Lethal Vector, remained loyal to the UNSC if her combat recordings were shut off? Of course, seeing as she worked with ONI (not for; she had made THAT very clear early on), she certainly wasn't uncomfortable with the occasional 'no evidence' policy that the spy agency favored so damn much. And considering her current situation, Six was going to happily comply with that last order.
Especially since she was currently getting fucked silly by a Zealot.
Under normal conditions, the Zealot fucking her would be suffering from acute lead poisoning or the like, what with the war going on and all. But, somehow, this one had NOT died when Six had confronted him back in the relay's server room. Apparently, his combat harness had simply him freeze up and make everyone think he was dead. The result was that when Six volunteered to secure a remote area of the relay's grounds, she had been ambushed by the alien. What made it even worse was that she had chosen that exact moment to strip off her crotch armor to get herself off, and thus, one thing led to another.
Most Spartans didn't know what sex was, much less how it worked. Six, however, had a faulty thyroid implant, and thus, while she was learning how to wipe out entire terrorist cells at the age of fourteen, she had to deal with all the hormonal insanity of puberty cranked up to eleven. The end result was a super soldier who could shoot and fuck you to death and not be tired at the end. Most people who did manage to get into her proverbial pants obviously didn't last long.
This Zealot was now ruining her for human men. Even with the threat of the plasma dagger at her throat, the thick, ridged member battering her insides felt far too good to be able to resist, and Six moaned as he hit a good spot inside of her. The Sangheili atop her grunted, seemingly grinning at the fact that he was fucking a Demon into submission, claiming her tight pussy as a spoil of war. And, in a decision that he was going to regret later, he deactivated the dagger.
Six felt the rough padding of the Elite's formerly free hand grip her hip tightly, the giant alien's length driving even deeper inside of her with each wet smack of their hips. Now, those ridges were doing all sorts of things to Six, and hot damn did she wish the Covenant had come in peace instead! She cracked her eyes open and saw the reflection of them fucking on her helmet a few feet away. The sight of the Zealot rutting her from behind, his clawed hands digging into her bodysuit, growling in near-feral need sent her over the edge.
She came with a muffled scream, her jaw clenched shut as multicolored spots and shapes flooded her vision. Her slick and stretched passage convulsed wildly along the Zealot's shaft, and he bellowed in orgasm less than a moment later. The first spray of cum filled her almost completely; the second made her normally flat and trim belly bulge just slightly, and the next four or five thrusts had Six leaking cum like a faucet, shuddering from another climax at the sheer fullness she was experiencing. Soon, the alien relaxed, catching his breath.
And then Six struck.
Like a cobra attacking its prey, the Spartan bucked her hips hard, throwing the surprised Zealot off her. The next moment, the male alien was, to his horror, pinned by the cold barrel of a Magnum shoved between his mandibles. Six smirked at her new prize. “You think I'm that easy?" she asked rhetorically as she dug through the Zealot's belt pouches. The Spartan grinned wickedly as she pulled out a pair of gravity cuffs. The Zealot eyed the cuffs, and shuddered.
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Six hummed happily to herself as she headed back to the relay for extraction, her armor back in place. The Zealot had been, to his credit, a great fuck, and had more than satisfied her itch. It was too bad that she had to kill him anyway. But, considering the amount of alien spunk he had spilled inside of her over the course of an hour, Six considered it a good trade off. Now that most of it had been drained out of her, the Spartan could simply luxuriate in the relative little that remained pooled inside of her womb, the warm fluid gently teasing her with every step she took. Catching the blue form of Carter at the Falcon, Six nodded to him.
“Area was secure sir," she reported, climbing onto the tilt-rotor craft, the Commander following close behind.
“Well, next time Six, take someone with you," Carter reprimanded calmly. “You might get into some trouble you can't handle. And remember what I told you before, you're on a team now. No more lone wolf activities." Six smiled sheepishly behind the cover of her blue-tinged visor, glad he couldn't see her face.
“Of course sir," she replied. “So, where to now?" Carter began briefing them on the situation at an ONI base, and Six listened. And all the while, the alien swimmers in her sacred temple sought and found a very special treasure.
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So, more Halo smut from yours truly! This one may or may not be related to 'Dancing Lonesome with the Stars,' but all the same, enjoy the smut! Again, comments and critiques welcome in the comments section below!