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She, Ed thought as he looked through the optics of his sniper rifle, looks sexy as hell. As a SPARTAN-III, he was supposed to be hyper-focused on the mission at hand; but as a red-hot blooded human with a faulty thyroid implant and a mild case of ADHD, he still was quite susceptible to admiring any set of beautiful tits and asses. Even if said tits and ass were on a Sangheili. Or, in other terms, an Elite.

She was a Minor, which didn't exactly mean much with her cadre of Grunts and Jackals. The Ultra accompanying them on the other hand was, since he was the one carrying what looked to be a Covenant Carbine and an energy sword. Ed put a pound of pressure on the trigger. They were all located in an isolated gully, away from the Covenant base the Spartan was supposed to find and destroy before he got sidetracked; as such, their collective communications gear could only get a weak signal at best.

Seeing them stop, Ed froze in place, holding his breath. Despite wearing modified MJOLNIR Mk. IV armor, he was still in something resembling a Ghille suit as he watched the patrol scurry about like ants. The Jackals looked around, their gaze passing right over him as they spoke something to the Ultra… and then the patrol began to head back the way they came. Ed almost let out a sigh of relief before he noticed something peculiar. While the lesser Covenant left, the two Sangheili stayed behind, the female's posture suddenly fearful. Ed was about to wonder why when the Ultra slammed into her, knocking her unceremoniously to the ground.

A taloned hand grabbed the Minor's neck as the other went to her waist. Most of the time, the unseen human would have been content to let the Covenant tear itself apart in any way possible; after all, it was less Covenant that the UNSC would have to deal with later. But the clearly struggling Minor stirred something deep inside Ed that made the crosshairs of his suppressed rifle hover on the Ultra's neck, waiting for an opening.

Throughout this, the armor covering the Minor's crotch was torn away, exposing her surprisingly human-like cleft to her rapist. She was clearly losing the fight against her attacker, and Ed's face hardened under his visor.

Ch-CRAK!!

The 14.5mm anti-materiel round flew through the air, its course straight and true. One moment, the Ultra's head was there; the next, brain, skull, and helmet shards stained the dirt above the Minor's head, his body falling down and off to the side. Ed watched with bated breath for the Minor's reaction. She looked stunned, seemingly amazed at the sudden death of her would've been rapist. Sensing that his position was about to be compromised, Ed quickly slunk away , his armored form fading into the landscape behind him.

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Ed let the Grunt's body fall from his hands as he wandered the halls of the alien base. He had successfully planted the explosives where they needed to go in the most vulnerable areas of the installation, and now, he was looking to find the commander's quarters. Stepping around a corner, Ed almost swore as he ducked into cover, hoping to avoid the patrolling Skirmishers. Checking the status of his shotgun, Ed smirked at the full tube of shells as he came to another door.

Suddenly, his tracker lit up behind him. Swearing quietly, Ed tapped the door controls and stepped in. Just in time too, as scant seconds later after the door closed, the patrol passed right by his position. Stepping away from the door, Ed turned around to see where he was, and without preamble, felt his jaw drop in surprise.

It was a fairly expansive room, with various sets of battered armor and weapons set on the walls. But what drew Ed's attention was the big fucking bed at the opposite end of the room where a pair of Sangheili lay. One of them was clearly the general he was going to kill; the other was a female of the same species that… wait a minute, that Minor armor on the ground, it couldn't be….

Ed lost track of how long he had stood there before the female stirred. Startled, the Spartan ducked behind a display case as he studied the alien female getting up. Like many Sangheili, she was taller than most humans, but not so tall that she would grossly overshadow even a SPARTAN-II. If she were a human, then Ed would have guessed her bust size to be roughly a good solid E at the least. But, for all he knew, that Elite female could have been considered flat-chested for all he knew. And those curves! Hot damn, she had legs for days connected to an ass he could bounce a credit chit off of, and her skin was… bruised like hell.

Ed's eyes narrowed as he looked over her smooth slate-grey skin. Each fist sized and above bruise was nearly purple in color as covered far too much of her for Ed to be comfortable with. But he had a job to do, and no sexy, naked Sangheili was going to stop him! Pulling his knife out, Ed waited for her to wander into another room before he moved. He heard the sound of rushing water, and he made his move.

Ed slowly snuck to the bed, and without a sound, he slit the General's throat, on top of snapping his face a solid one hundred and forty-five degree back behind him. With his target dead, the Spartan was about to leave when he spotted the shadow illuminated on the wall in front of him. In a blur, he whipped out the shotgun and pointed it at the female Sangheili, who looked surprised to see him. With a blink, Ed turned on his translator, which, augmented with his own studies of the Sangheili language, let him know just what the hell the alien in front of him was saying.

[You… Demon,] the Sangheili stated in barely suppressed fear. [You killed him.] Ed nodded.

[Yes,] he commented, his finger slowly pulling back on the trigger. [And what will you do?] The female looked away from him, to look at the dead body on the bed.

[Killed monster,] she said softly, her mandibles fluttering as her eyes looked at the shotgun in Ed's hands before looking at her own armor, tucked into a corner. [Owe debt, if Demon has honor.] Ed thought about it. Kill her, and have one less alien trying to kill him in a base crawling with them, or let her live, and see what happened?

…eh, fuck it. At least Ed had his helmet and weapon cameras turned off, along with their audio receivers. [Then you may honor it,] he told her. [Firstly, by getting out of here alive. Do you know the canyon ridge where I killed the one male?] The female nodded. [Meet me there if you can. I have business to attend to here.] Ed turned away from her, partly because he was done talking and also because he was certain the surprisingly sexy alien chick behind him would need some privacy in getting changed.

Nearly a half hour later, Ed was outside thumbing the detonator to the explosives in the Covenant base's lower superstructure. He knew, professionally of course, that he was wasting valuable time. He knew that every second he waited, more human lives were dying. But, for some reason, he waited. Three minutes later, Ed thumbed the detonator. The base exploded in a spectacular display of pyrotechnics, a few streaks flying up into the air with high pitched squeals. And for a brief moment, Ed could have sworn he heard children cheering in joy. Shrugging his shoulders, Ed sighed as he hefted his weapons and headed to the cliff.

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It was before dawn when Ed reached the cliff. Looking around, Ed confirmed with his motion tracker that no hostiles were in the area before setting his gear down. Moving to a nearby rock, Ed began the slow process of taking his gear off. First to get on the rock were the shotgun and sniper rifle, their matte black coating sucking in the dim light of the planet's double moons.

He had just finished taking off his pack when his tracker flashed red. In a blur, Ed had grabbed the shotgun and had it aimed at the surprised Minor behind him, her shapely form giving him a clue as to who it was. [You're alive,] Ed said, lowering his weapon. The Sangheili nodded as she eyed the gun.

[Yes,] she answered as she finally looked away, looking towards where her base used to be. [Demon, am willing to… further honor debt, if you wish,] she added after a moment. That raised Ed's interest.

[I am listening,] he said. Silently, the Minor reached up and removed her helmet, leaving her face exposed to the open air. And, now that he had a closer look, Ed could see that she had the same color eyes as he did, a simmering warm gold that reached deep into a person. She hesitantly stopped, looking at him pleadingly. Taking the cue, Ed did the unthinkable.

He took off his helmet.

With a light hiss, the Spartan took off his ODST patterned helmet and set it on the rock behind him. Nodding to her, he gestured for her to continue slowly. The Minor smiled, the corners of her mandibles lifting up slightly as she and Ed began to strip for each other. The Sangheili looked over the Demon, in awe of the truth that she was blessed to see. The Demon… was only a human, and a possibly handsome one at that! With eyes that matched her own, and a mop of dark, unruly fur atop his head, she felt her loins clench in lust as her gaze slowly traveled down his form as it revealed itself.

Ed had managed to remove his chest plate and was working on his belt when he glanced up and saw that the Minor was slightly ahead of him in that regard. Her full breasts, not hidden by armor, were struggling to stay inside a bodysuit that was clearly a size or several too small for her. Hell, Ed could even see with almost perfect clarity the muscle tone of her abs, the perkiness of her nipples, and the resulting boner was making his armor mighty uncomfortable at the moment. As for the Minor, she herself was getting a remarkable lucky view of the SPARTAN-III's body.

Despite his rather smaller form, he was seemingly sculpted from muscle. She watched with growing fascination as the muscles in his arms flexed and slid under his skin and undersuit. His helmet looked eerily similar to that used by the Imps, and the color was such that it would more easily blend into the environment around them. She rumbled in delight as the human before her continued to strip off his armor, as she did hers. Soon, the two of them were stripped of their armor proper, their bodysuits the only thing stopping them from looking at each other.

Ed was surprisingly nervous. He had had sex before, but… naked in front of an alien, no matter how undeniably sexy, was a new one for him. Taking a deep breath, Ed grabbed the neck seal of his suit, unlocked it, and disrobed.

The Minor was impressed at the human's physique. He was obviously the apex of his species, easily the match of any male of her own species. What scars he had were few and far between, but each told a story of how he had excelled in combat and defeated the odds. Hesitantly, she proceeded to do the same, looking away bashfully as she felt the Demon's eyes wander up and down her form.

Ed had already thought the Minor to be surprisingly attractive for an alien. Her now nude form merely added prove to the fact. Her breasts were indeed ripe and full, each about the size of his helmet… not that it was a bad thing. For a somewhat reptilian based species, the Sangheili had more than a few mammalian traits that he was greatly appreciating as well, such as the thumbnail sized nipples atop her breasts, each standing proudly at attention in the night air surrounded by dusky flesh.

Besides her bruises, the Minor had a spattering of spots across her chest reminiscent of freckles that Ed found rather cute. Aware that his translator software was in his helmet, and with his admittedly limited-ish grasp of her language, Ed settled for the next best thing. He slowly walked over to her, suddenly realizing that she was actually smaller than the Elites he typically fought on the field. They were all about eight, eight and a half feet tall; the Minor before him, hell, not even inches away from him now was only in the seven and a half range, and he was being generous.

But that did make him the perfect height to have Ed's head level with the woman's impressive bust.

Placing a hand slowly on her wide hips, Ed took that final step and leaned into her bust, his head almost disappearing in her bosom. The Minor was surprised at the action. She was even more surprised as Ed began to gently caress up and down her rear, leaving ghostly touches along the base of her spine as he nuzzled her chest, paying extra attention to the small spots on her semi-scaly skin. She began panting as the Demon increased his ministration, a finger, now two, now three caressing the entrance to her sacred temple, teasing her as they brushed by her clit.

She let out a moan then, needy and wanting as she looked down at him. Taking the hint, Ed smiled, and inserted his fingers into her slick, warm depths. She shuddered, her walls clenching down on the intruders as her entire body heated up drastically. Of the males she had been forced to service, swordsman or not, none of them had ever bothered to make her feel half as good as when she had pleasured herself. That a Demon, and the one who had saved her not once, but twice now from men who wanted to simply use her body as a way to produce an heir… well, he hadn't even entered her yet, and already, she was almost putty in his skilled hands.

Ed smiled as he felt his odd lover try squirm as he teased her, his free hand doing its best to massage her. The SPARTAN took care to not aggravate her bruises, even as he started kissing the tender skin of her chest. And from the twin pillows next to his head, he could hear her twin hearts race in delight at his touch. Taking a deep breath, he bent his fingers, and slowly, but firmly, pressed against the Minor's walls. She stiffened, and bellowed as the most powerful climax of her life slammed into her like a Hunter's shield, bringing her weight down upon the surprised human.

“Damn, that good huh?" Ed asked, knowing she wasn't going to understand him. The Minor panted, catching her breath as she looked into his eyes, a warm smile on her face… at least, Ed assumed it was a smile. Her weight, despite being slightly more than his, wasn't that much of a problem at the moment. Quirking up an eyebrow, Ed pulled his hands away from where they were, his left hand damn near drenched in her juices. Her eyes flickered over to the hand in question, and then back to his.

Ed decided to be daring, and slowly, maintaining eye contact with her, licked the fingers clean.

…well, she certainly tasted far better than most MREs he'd had. In fact, he was certain that she had a sweet, citrus-y taste to her.

The Minor was stunned. The Demon… actually tasted her fluids, and… liked it? Well then, two could play at that game! Smirking, she pulled back, looking down at his groin to see what he was packing. And then she stopped. She blinked. And then blinked again, because she was pretty sure that humans didn't have dicks quite that big. Or she just happened to find the one Demon who was packing just as much as a typical, virile Sangheili male with a case of blue balls. Licking her mandibles, she pressed a hand down on him to keep him from running away, and opened her mouth.

Ed had watched her shuffle back and look at his penis, and was confused at why she looked so stunned. Sure, compared to other humans, he was somewhat huge, but compared to most other SPARTAN-IIIs, he was only average, and he had no intention of seeing what a II was packing under the armor. But that was before he noticed her staring at him with a predatory gleam in her eyes and open her mouth.

“Oh fuck, nononoNoNoNONONO!" he started begging, waving a hand for her to stop, panicking. She huffed in amusement as she opened her mouth wide and swiftly engulfed his length in her maw. Whatever protests he had next came out in a gasp as the sensation of utter tightness, warmth and wet, surrounded him. He hadn't been laid in months, not counting cryo, so this was NOT helping him last long at all!

The Minor grinned as much as she could as she slowly bobbed her head up and down, letting her tongue lavish the turgid flesh in her mouth as the Demon grabbed the ground in desperation. She let the dick get wet with her tongue for a few minutes before she took a breath, and dived down. Almost immediately, her throat was full of the male, and the taste of the human drove her wild, the fire previously in her loins roaring back with the ferocity of an inferno.

Ed hissed as he tried, with failing success, to hold back from coming down the alien's throat too early. His every nerve was on fire as she worked a whole new level of oral magic on his cock, which was surprising considering the number of razor sharp teeth that lined her mandibles. A quick graze of said teeth against his flesh, just a tiny, teasing scrap, made him grimace and spasm as he felt his end come ever closer. She had to have known what had happened, because it was then she plunged her head down, his cock vanishing even deeper inside her before her chin rested against his balls, her drool and saliva liberally coating him in the warm fluid.

The Minor looked up, her throat stuffed full as she held her breath. She saw the Demon crack his eyes open and look down at her. Chuckling, she delighted in making him groan as the Sangheili's voice travelled through his dick and into the rest of his body. And then, she pulled away. Slowly.

Ed was about to burst. Her throat was too tight, and she was going just fast enough that the bumps and grooves in her throat were coaxing him ever closer to coming like a damn hose. And then, without further ado, she began to seductively drag her teeth along his length. “SHIT!" he cried out as he jerked his hips up, his cock spasming in her mouth as he finally succumbed.

The Minor had only a moment to realize what had happened when the first spurt of Ed's seed shot out and hit the back of her throat. Reflex kicked in, and she dove back onto his spire, sucking and tasting the sweet, salty fruit of her labor as the Demon came… and came, and came. For what seemed an eternity, she drank his seed, until finally Ed was spent and the torrent ebbed into drops. He panted in sudden exhaustion as she held her head in place, savoring the taste of the male that had saved her, and for whom she now owed a life debt.

Swallowing his cum, she pulled her mouth off his softening dick, making sure to suck off every bit of him as she finally let go with a wet pop. Dick flopping back, Ed just lay there as the Minor crawled back up his body, the peaks of her chest trailing ghost-like touches as they travelled up to finally stop on his own chest. “Damn, you know how to make a man happy," he said, still panting as the Minor smiled, wrapping her arms gently around him. “Too bad I can't stay with you though, you're a hell of a lady. Bet you'd be… great for conversation…." Ed yawned as he looked to the sky, where the occasional flash of light burst among the stars.

She was tired as well, seeing the Demon yawn. The romp they had had was easily the best she had ever had with any male, and for as long as she and the Demon were on this planet, she would cater to his whims. Yawning herself, she lowered her head and nuzzled the top of his, the short fur tickling her chin pleasantly. And finally, after a long day, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

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The next four days were some of the best that Ed had ever had. It was a five day hike from his insertion point to the former Covenant base, and on every day since he blew it the fuck up, he and the Minor had been traveling together. If and when they stopped, the two of them had something of a quickie, usually him using his fingers to get her off with a melodious roar, or her using her mouth and hands to get him off. Hell, not even four hours ago, Ed had finally managed to indulge in his breast kink, licking, sucking, and worshipping the Minor's full boobs as he fingered her indulgently.

And now… Ed sighed as he looked down the valley they were about to enter. He had listened to the radio chatter across all UNSC bands, and it hadn't been good. Despite destroying the base, the Covenant presence had been too great, and the powers that be (most likely ONI, the fucking pricks) had decided to enact the Cole Protocol and bug out of the system. Which meant that he had to leave.

Tomorrow.

He turned his head to look at the Minor behind him, her helmet attached to her hip armor as she looked over at the smoldering ruins of a city being glassed miles away. [Last night together,] he told her, standing back up as he checked his gear on reflex, his head down. [Apart after this.]

The Minor sighed as she nodded. [I… will miss you, Demon,] she admitted, looking over to the earthen armored human who had saved her. [I have… life debt, to honor.] Ed chuckled as he walked over to her, taking off his helmet.

[Well, you not kill me, good enough,] he replied, smiling up at her. The Minor smiled fondly back at him as she looked up at the sky.

[May I have… one good memory of you?] she asked him after a moment. [If we die warriors, best thought you.] It took Ed only a moment to think it over.

Pulling out a personal camera, he held it up and tapped her shoulder. [Show me… please?] he inquired. She nodded, stepping away from him with a sly smirk as her hands hovered over the latches of her armor. Ed quickly turned the camera on and filmed her, watching with bated breath as she slowly stripped off her armor. First the helmet placed reverently on the ground. Then her vambraces and gloves, followed by the rest of the armor covering her arms and shoulders. While he had been around enough fit women to appreciate the fine interplay of supple curve and trim muscle, Ed was still amazed by how seemingly well sculpted the Minor's body was, just by looking at her arms.

Next to go was he chest armor, and she made a show of unlatching every buckle, tracing the contours provocatively as she soon melted out of it, exposing the bodysuit straining to contain her assets. Ed shuffled uncomfortably as he kept the camera on her, moving only to get better angles. She huffed in amusement, smelling his arousal as she widened her stance and began to ease everything below her waist off. Which, incidentally, highlighted the cleft placed at the crux of her legs. He gulped a suddenly dry throat as he realized he was standing in front of her, and she didn't have any of her armor on.

She looked at him, her question unsaid.

He nodded, his answer silent but sure.

She disengaged her neck seal, and she slunk like water out of her body suit, revealing herself to him for what was likely the last time. Her bruises, once such an eyesore, were now almost faded away into nothingness as she stood proudly before him. She clasped her hands together and stretched her arms up, giving Ed a tantalizing three-quarter portrait of her nubile form, just as the sun hit the horizon. The result was her gray skin becoming a shining, shimmering silver in the dusk. Turning the camera off, Ed smiled appreciatively and nodded.

His alien lover smiled back at him as she waited for him to strip as well, and a few hurried minutes later, the two of them were performing mouth to mouth with glee. Ed felt his heart thrum as his tongue danced around her teeth, his lover moving to teasingly combat his oral caresses. Their hands roamed, exploring each other's contours and scars. She felt his excitement prod against her, and ground herself against him.

Ed moaned into their kiss she pressed her lower lips against him. Pulling away with a sharp gasp, he panted in want, looking into her eyes for her permission. Grinning, the Sangheili chuckled as she pulled him with her to the ground, cushioning his fall with her comfy bust. His head now back in her cleavage, Ed lifted himself up with his arms braced against her sides, his tip nestled just there. The Minor leaned her head forward and gently kissed his forehead… like a human. Ed paused, nodded, and slowly eased himself forward.

She was warm, and tight, and wet, and Ed and his lover quickly lost themselves in the pleasures of each other. They grabbed and groped, whispered sweet nothings as they climaxed with each other as the stars began to shine upon them. When they finally laid together, hours later, the two of them were spent and content with each other. Ed traced the curvature of the Minor's right breast, his breathing slow and steady. “I'm definitely going to miss you," he said to her.

“Naya 'Ludum."

“Hm?" Ed grunted, looking up at the dreamy face of the woman he had become attracted to. She looked down at him softly.

“Naya 'Ludum," she repeated, gently pressing his head deeper into her bosom to listen to her heartbeats. Ed smiled as he closed his eyes.

“Edward. Edward-312."

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August 20, 2552

Reach

Ed was tired. He had been fighting for hours, and for what? NOBLE Team was dead. Reach had fallen. He was alone, and the Covenant Army was bearing down on him with a furious vengeance.

Killing a few dozen of their Field Marshalls might have had something to do with it.

Hearing the shrill whine of an incoming Banshee, Ed had barely managed to duck and roll away in time to avoid the fuel rod cannon shot coming right at him. Still though, the radioactive explosive stripped away much of his shields, making what little of his armor left begin to glow. Ed whipped his assault rifle up, only to snarl as he saw the now flash melted barrel housing. “Fuck!" he spat out as he tossed the rifle away, pulling out a Magnum that he had grabbed off another dead Spartan.

With a roar, an Elite jumped at him from his right, a plasma pistol charging up a deadly green bolt of hell. Ed twisted, swatting the energy weapon out of the way before twitching his trigger finger as fast as he could. The magazine fell to the ground at the same time the corpse did. Ed rushed into cover, sliding behind a concrete divider as he grabbed another assault rifle off the ground. But that Banshee soon found him.

He flew through the air this time, and when he came to, he was sprawled on the ground, his helmet visor cracked and useless. Groaning, he pulled his helmet off, finally smelling and tasting the ash that Reach had been reduced to. Gripping the rifle tightly in his hand, he hefted it up, his body screaming in pain as adrenaline began to kick in again, numbing the pain as best as it could. Ultras and Zealots charged him, only to fall under the withering assault of rifle and pistol fire.

He was knocked over, and they all tried to stab and shot him on the ground. He fought them off, and at the end, he just laid there, exhausted. After who knew how long, a lone General walked up to him. Ed huffed as he weakly glared at the Sangheili. “Well?" he spat out, a small trickle of blood flying from his mouth. “You gonna finish the job or what?" Weird, this one seemed more curvy than the others…

The Elite looked at him, more specifically his face, before jerking back in surprise. “E-Ed?" she whispered, crouching down to his level. Ed smiled weakly as he looked past the helmet's eye covers, seeing her soft golden eyes.

“N-Naya," he breathed weakly, his eyes fluttering closed. He faintly heard her cry out before he finally slipped into the black.

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If being dead felt like being in one hell of a bed, then he wasn't exactly going to complain. But still, what would happen if he opened his eyes? Groaning, Ed opened his eyes to reveal a softly illuminated purple ceiling. Blinking in stupefied surprise, Ed tried to sit up before hissing in pain. “Fuck!" he spat, letting himself back down. Deciding that trying to move his badly battered augmented body was a bad idea, Ed settled for the next best thing. He just looked around. He was in a bedroom of all things, clearly Covenant in make as evidenced by the purple metal walls. The bed he was in was clearly large enough for several Spartans to lay in somewhat comfortably, and considering how many times he had been able to sleep in a bed the past few days, it still felt heavenly.

Suddenly, a door whooshed open, revealing Naya's form to his eyes. Although, she had changed since he had last saw her. She seemed… more mature somehow. Her breasts, big as they were, seemed to at least a cup size larger, and they were lower than he remembered. Her hips were wider, more padded. But her eyes were still the same, even as she sat beside him. [Hello,] he whispered to her. Naya smiled at him.

[Hello Ed,] she replied, reaching over to caress his jaw with a finger. [I miss you.] Ed smiled as he tried to chuckle, only to cough in pain.

“Yeah, I missed you too," he told her as he looked over her dress. It reminded him of traditional Arabic garb, or at least, a more idealized version with sequins and shit. [You look… pretty.] Naya beamed at the praise.

[Thank you,] she said as she looked over at the door. [You are guest vessel, until you heal.] Ed blinked.

“Huh?" Naya chuckled, a melodious lilt to her voice.

[My vessel, my crew,] she explained. [Loyal to me, know of you and… what you've done.] Ed was about to ask her what she meant when a smaller Sangheili entered the room. [This is Khala,] Naya added with pride, beckoning the smaller Sangheili closer. [Daughter.] Naya turned her face back to look at Ed lovingly.

Ed was stunned. [M-Mine?] he breathed, looking between Naya and Khala. Okay, the resemblance was there, but he didn't have anything to add to a Sangheili gene pool.

Wait, how in the hell did he get Naya pregnant?! He knew the mechanics, but the sheer statistical improbability of it all was astounding! Seeing Ed's confused gaze, Naya leaned in and rested her mandibles atop his head. [Ed, she is gift from gods,] she explained. [When gift is given, never question. Only love.] Ed gulped weakly as he tried to nod.

“Okay," he muttered finally. [But heal first. Know human healing?] Naya shook her head.

[No, but Huragok know,] she said, standing up, taking their daughter's hand in hers. [Khala, go outside, I explain later,] she said. The young Sangheili nodded and left the room, pausing to look at Ed bashfully before exiting the room. Satisfied, Naya looked back and leaned in close to Ed's ear.

[Know why crew do not want you dead?] she asked him. Ed shook his head. Naya grinned mischievously. [I told them of my debt to you. You are lord, Kaidon. My crew shall serve you, if wish.] Ed nodded in amusement at the unusual declaration.

[And if accept offer of Kaidon?]

Naya licked her mandibles. [My crew all women,] she said, getting up slowly. [My mate a smart one. And virile. You heal, and I teach you how best to be Kaidon.]

“…Oh shit."

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*This was supposed to be a drabble, it really was. But Ed kind of took control and wouldn't let go under the story was finished. So yeah, there's that. *