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Elite's Trophy [dreamgirl & andronic]

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Grunts moved on patrol, being watched by jackals that would occasional whack a grunt on the head if they weren't in proper formation. A grunt that had just been whacked shook his head in annoyance but scurried to his proper position. Grumbling to himself and glaring at the higher ranking alien, the grunt continued to look around for anything suspicious. The grunt himself found this completely worthless, who could possibly enter the atmosphere undetected, get passed all the crazy beasts that lived in the forests of the planet, get in the structure, and all the way in this place undetected?

He would receive his answer later as an invisible being stayed crouched and weaved her way through the installation quickly. She went undetected and that was fine by her as she quickly moved into the next room before taking shelter. Her invisibility flickered for a moment before going off entirely, to anyone else she looked exactly like SPARTAN 117, her abdomen was slightly smaller and slender, her shoulders were not as broad, but these were little details that no one would really account for. Her dark, Marine green MJOLNER armor was exactly the same as the Master Chief's.

"Cortana, inside the installation," she said in her intercom, her outward speakers were silenced so no sound was heard outside of her helmet.

"Right. You'll have to take the elevator in the center, which means you need to time it right so you ride up with someone...give me a second to get into their radio frequencies...yes, mhmm...okay. I'll target the Elite that's taking the elevator, you'll only have 15 seconds! Hurry!" Cortana barely had to finish before she reactivated her invisibility and moved with careful, silent steps. She saw the Elite that was moving at a deliberate pace to the elevator. She moved quickly to catch up with him. He entered the elevator, she slowed her steps so she wouldn't slam into him or making a loud noise as she squeezed into the elevator and pressed herself against the wall.

Once the Elite had arrived to the needed floor, the SPARTAN got off the elevator and followed Cortona's directions to the intel room. She arrived and looked around, there wasn't anyone in the room, which wasn't much of a surprise. The place held valuable information, but it was deep in Covenant space so the security was very limited.

"Alright, Bridgett. Do your thing," Cortana said. Bridgett's armor flickered before revealing herself. She moved silently, almost as though she were a ghost as she plugged in a chip. The covenant technology blinked on as the chip began to run software and copy everything it needed. This was Bridgett's job...she had been found in the wreckage that was Reach, thought to be dead and left there, only to be found. No one had known about her, it had been a long recovery considering she didn't remember her past. She still didn't though she was read her file to remind her who she was previous to the SPARTAN program. But no memories returned to her, and so she lived and worked a solitary life.

The door behind her opened and there was the familiar "what, what, what" noise Elite's make when startled. The Elite that was in blue armor looked to the emergency button and immediately ran towards it, Bridgett was in an outright spring after him as she tackled him to the ground. The two coming to blows of one another. He cracked her helmet and she had de ja vu of Reach which made her pause in her fight long enough for the Elite to hit the alarm.

"Bridgett! Get out now!"

Bridgett didn't have to be told twice as she got up, snatched the chip and then raced for the door. She attempted to turn on her invisibility, but the Elite that had laughed at her feeble attempt to escape shot her in the back making her armor ring as many alarm bells as it could. She cursed as her invisibility failed but she threw a poison knife behind her, catching the Elite as she entered the elevator. She hadn't taken in the elevator before, it was completely clear...

Covenant watched in surprise at first as the Demon, as they had deemed the Master Chief, floated down to the main floor before Hell broke loose. Grunts screamed in panic, scrambling instead of raising their weapons, while jackals and Elite readied their arms.

"I'm not getting out of here," Bridgett panted, as she started sprinting the moment the elevator doors opened. She definitely didn't fight like the Master Chief, always closing the distance and dodging shots from the enemy only to use speed and strength in hand to hand combat to knock out her opponent, use them as a meat shield, or stab them with a poisoned knife and keep going. What she wasn't expecting either was for the Jackal to snipe her straight between the eyes.

She went backwards, body and head bouncing painfully. Her armor releasing static as it attempted to shield the SPARTAN inside, but was unable to with the beating that she took. An Elite walked up to her, clicking at her. She pushed herself up slightly, not really sure what she was going to do. She didn't have much time to think on it as the Elite brought his weapon back and slammed her broken helmet, knocking her out completely.

"We caught the Demon," the Covenant cheered, unknowing that they hadn't caught the "demon" at all.
 
RE: Elite's Trophy [dreamgirl & pokelover]

"Have we?" An elite, slightly larger than the rest walked towards the crowd, his plasma sword handle firmly in his hand as he took his long steps towards the "demon." Taking a deep breath he stepped over her."The waist seems a bit slender, the fighting style is wrong. Not to mention the shoulders." He stared down at her as he removed his own helmet. His mandibles opening fully, revealing his sets of teeth as he finally knelt down and placed his large hand onto her helmet. Taking a deep breath he removed it and tossed it aside. Looking at her, examining her face."Unless the Master Chief is a human cunt, we didn't get what we wanted. Didn't we kill all of them on Reach?" he glared at the nearest subordinate who backed away, knowing this 'man's' very prone nature towards anger and hurting those under him.
 
RE: Elite's Trophy [dreamgirl & pokelover]

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"M-maybe they created more," a Grunt offered nervously. The same Grunt that hated the patrol that they had to do here.

Before the Elite could demand who spoke, the Grunts surrounding their comrade had already parted so that he was in clear view of the elite. The Grunt gulped nervously, jumping backwards and cowering from the Elite's anger. Small whimpers came from his mask-like mouth as he resisted the urge to run.

An Elite in red armor finally spoke up, "The report clearly said we killed them all on Reach besides the Demon..." he was obviously just as annoyed as the one that was angry. He looked to his superior, "taking her to the higher ups would be best. They'll want to question her, you will no doubt be rewarded for her capture."

Little did the angry Elite know that he would also have a trophy and a captive as his very own soon.
 
RE: Elite's Trophy [dreamgirl & pokelover]

He seemed to roar as he kicked the grunt in the chest, kicking the little ball like creature across the floor. The armor clanking as it slapped against the dura steel given to them by the Prophets."Fucking worthless soldiers, no better than roaches.." He looked at the woman before him. His eyes focused on her. His own golden armor shining in the light of the room."I'll take her, We shall see what they wish to do with her...And I want to know all the leaders of the Reach assault. Someone has to answer for this." he grabbed the girl by the hair and held her before everyone else."This is CLEARLY not the demon." He took his sword and carefully cut her armor from her frame."...This is one of their fucking females...rarer than the male counterparts no?" he eyed the elite who dared speak up before dragging the girl off towards the higher ups in command. He would be hearing it he knew. He activated the coms once he was in his private sector and informed the higher ranks of what had happened with his planned ambush.

Bowing he looked up at the hologram."What shall I do with her?" He wanted to kill her, but he knew that to be a waste.
 
The woman stirred slightly in her unconscious state when he lifted her by her hair, she released a gasp and her eyes opened for a moment before rolling to the back of her head once more and she went slack.

The Elite that had spoken stood at attention when he shot him a glare, the red armored Elite knew his temper and quickly gave an affirmative at his demand to see the Reach reports. He left immediately, not wanting to over stay his welcome as the rest of the patrols and security took the time to observe the golden Elite remove her armor and reveal her naked form.

After he left, the patrols and the rest of the security force scrambled to leave the area immediately as well - not wanting to stay around the Elite or anywhere near him for too long in his angered state. He was the one in charge, he had every right to be furious. How had she gotten through the security? How had she been able to travel through covenant space undetected? There were countless questions that everyone was whispering to themselves, rumors of how she was able to do it all began to spread as well.

The prophets on the other hands gazed at the woman who laid on her side, unconscious even though she had been dragged. "Hmm...it would be a waste to simply remove her," one noted to the other two.

All three nodded as one as a second spoke up, "Information to turn the war...she could hold such knowledge, we must...extract it somehow."

The final prophet nodded as he gazed upon the Elite, "She shall remain in your care during her captivity. You captured her and stopped her from escaping with valuable knowledge...but you also allowed her within your installation. You shall watch over her, we shall meet with her daily to question her...some experiments might be done as well. You may do with her as you will, but do not dispose of her until we have gotten what we need." And with that the three holograms slowly flickered off, leaving the Elite with the unconscious Spartan who was beginning to stir.
 
He snarled as the holograms faded, he agreed that it would be a waste to simply remove her, but that did notmean he was happy to hear it. It did not mean he was okay with being charged with the girl in his care. He took a deep breath as he held her up by her blonde hair. His long fat finger traced her frame, small waist, delicate features. This hideous creature had killed many of his men as she tried to run.

He looked between her legs and traced her slit with his thumb. "It seems human's have some sort of relevance to us, they do not seem too different.." he traced the area before pushing his finger inside her to confirm there were similarities inside and out. He had laid with many women due to his rank, so an idea spread in his mind as he began to take her to her living quarters. Her damp cell. His eyes closed as he growled and walked, CLANK CLANK CLANK. His footsteps landed heavily in the armor, he did not care for being the silent killer at this moment that the Elites were known to be. She was caught, she had no place to go.

Once he arrived he tossed her into the cell and turned on the plasma shield. It was designed to keep humans in, he himself could walk through with no issue. He stepped in and splashed cold water onto her face."Wake up." He snarled.
 
She was limp like a rag doll as he held her up, her DD chest seemed almost impossible to fit in the high tech armor, let alone press to her body enough to look manly. She had muscles like a soldier, but was definitely more slender compared to her male counterpart. As he touched her, if female Elite's even had hymens, he would feel no barrier - she had sex before. It was completely professional business too, she had been in this line of work for a long time. Her and a close friend talked about her actually being captured, how she didn't want her first time to be basically rape. And so he had helped her out, so to speak.

Ice cold water hit her body and that was what finally woke Bridgett up, she cried in surprise at the temperature change. Maybe it wasn't harmful to Elite's, but she immediately flinched away from the man for doing so. She hugged her stomach now to keep herself a little bit warm. Her nakedness wasn't helping as she eyed the Elite that had spoken to her. She looked around the place too, her hand immediately going to between her eyes where she should've been shot - her helmet.

She rose as she got her bearings and was able to comprehend her situation. She stood firm, even though she was naked she didn't look the bit flushed, embarrassed, or even ashamed. She had been trained to ignore those sort of emotions. "I won't talk," she said firmly, it was apparent since she wasn't dead that they wanted to interrogate her. She refused, she'd go to the grave saying she accidentally wandered into this installation.
 
As she spoke he punched her in her stomach. He licked his large finger."...Human cunt tastes like shit.' He seemed to snarl as placed his heavy foot on her head. He had read human history, he knew of rape as a weapon. However he wanted her to ask for it. He grinned as he rose his foot off her head and kicked her harshly in the belly."...Slendr, weak compared to males....You're not perfect like our women."

He quickly grabbed shackles and placed her wrists into them, closing them shut. Her legs were quickly done the same way. He eyed her spread frame which was in an X fashion. The shackles did not allow her to move much. He licked his 'lips' as he traced her large breasts."These feed your children SPARTAN?" He looked at her with his steely grey eyes. His eyes moved to her pink sex, it spread as her legs were spread. He chuckled."Your men must have tiny....what do you humans call it....Cocks?" He eyed locked his eyes on hers before he punched her in the belly once more.
 
The punch definitely surprised her, and without her armor it hurt. She crumbled immediately, holding her abdomen in pain as her breath was taken away from her. She didn't have much time to try to regain herself as he stepped on her head, she gasped as she used her strength to try to push him off. She was obviously strong, most of her strength, endurance, and other capabilities had came in a bottle. But the MJOLNER armor had been what helped her endure the fight and helped her be even stronger. She could still put up a good fight, if it were fair, but due to her arrogance she hadn't been expecting the punch. He kicked her in the stomach again, she released a snarl of pain as she held her abdomen.

He had her shackled before she could retaliate and she laid there, glaring at the Elite as he observed her body. Apparently their genders were sort of different if he didn't understand breasts. "If those are the sort of questions that you wanted to ask, I have an anatomy book in my ship," she scowled. His comment on how small human cocks actually made her nervous, that implied that he was larger and she remembered thinking the man that took her virginity was large. She was unused as well, she wasn't dumb, she knew that meant she'd be "tight".

"So this is how you get your kicks off? Rape? You covenant are no better than pigs. At least pigs wouldn't betray us either," she snapped.
 
"Pigs?" He closed his eyes thinking."...Those slimy pink things that roll around in mud? The cousins to humans?" He slapped her harshly with his large palm. Leaving a red print on her beautiful face. He grabbed a needle and stabbed her with it right above her sex. He looked at her with a 'grin' as he laughed softly. Her body temperature would begin going up. She'd be in heat so to speak soon. He traced his large fingers over her belly. The touch would be intensified by 10. The heat from his fingers sending shocks through her body. He watched the moisture at her lower lips begin to gather.

"Rape is a tool human's use, and from your histories it seems to work well.' He walked out through the barrier only to be replaced by a few grunts the short creatures piled into the room and began to pull her legs downwards, and apart further, causing pain in that sense by overstretching her, but not breaking anything. Another one began to administer little cuts under her heels before applying some sort of lightly acidic thing to it. The drug the elite had applied to her would make even the slightest pain feel worse than it truly was, and pleasure better. One of them chuckled and bit her thigh, drawing blood.
 
"You-" she started before he moved towards her. He would see her right hand clench and raise in an attempt to grab his wrist to stop the action, a reflex. And when he slapped her, her face turned with his hand. It had hurt and she glared at him before he gave her the shot. "Ah," she gasped in surprise and at the slight pain. "What did you..." she trailed off as he touched her, Bridgett arched into his hand. Her face flushed, she actually looked human now rather than the Spartan warrior she had been trained to be as she felt a pain in her abdomen continue to build. It wasn't a pain that hurt, but an...ache?

I'm horny? Her resolve broke as her eyes widened at this realization, his gaze on her sex even turned her on as she began to panic at the hormones shooting through her body and pulled on her restraints. She watched him leave, her chest heaving in her aroused state and then she saw the grunts. At first she was confused before they began their assault. She tried to hold back her cries of pain as they ruthlessly attacked her. But when she was bit she let out a cry and began to struggle even more. Keep sane, your name is Bridgett, Spartan-194. You're 22 years old-

"Mother fuckers," she growled as she attempted to slam her knees closed to squish the Grunt's head in. The drug was terrible as she pulled on her restraints to the point where she was hurting her own wrists. She repeated her name and age again, thought about the training she had gone through, her friends she had spent time with during her rehabilitation after Reach. She refused to give the gratification of her begging though for them to stop, instead allowed her anger to be directed at the Covenant and think of just what she was going to do when she got out of there, if she got out of there.
 
Another bite, another spank onto her rear, right above her sex, the pain and scratching would go on for hours, the building of desire would continue, the drug did not wane. The Elite walked in and eyed her."How are you feeling?" She had a bunch of superficial wounds littering her body. He took a container and slowly uncorked it, dipping his hand into it, covering it in ointment he placed it onto her skin, it would give her relief from the pain the grunts had inflicted. He looked at her, his hand trailed down her belly and touched her sex. Spreading her slightly."How bout we stop the torture and I taste human cunt with my...cock?" His fingers continued to trace her wounds, applying the ointment which brought instant relief to the sore muscles and cut skin.

He looked into her eyes with his grey ones and chuckled as he walked around her, the grunts had put in some work. He came into her cell unarmed. Giving her no chance to disarm him and escape. It was just him, and her. He wore only a robe which covered h is grey body.
 
Finally the torture stopped, she felt as though it had gone for an entire day as she was limp against her restraints, her body trembling from the pain. She could hear the heavy footsteps of an Elite, she assumed it was the one that she had first encountered. Her face was turned away from him so she didn't see what he was doing. When he touched her sex, she arched slightly into his hand. Being in pain for hours and then drastically turning to pleasure made the pleasure feel even better. The drug should've heightened her desire to just 10 but after the torture it was heightened to 50 if not more. The relief that was being applied to her wounds even felt good, so good that she wanted to cry as each wound was healed.

Sighs escaped her lips after he healed each cut, she glanced at him warily when he chuckled, he was only wearing a robe. Her once motionless form started to pick up once more, the adrenaline shooting through her body only heightened the drug even more as she gazed at the creature in a mixture of hate and desire. She hated him because she knew he had done this to her, made the pain even worse, was making the pleasure even better, she couldn't tune out the world as she had been trained to do. This sort of technology and medicine wasn't in their database, why would it have been? She had no prior training for something like this.

Her voice was sore from her yelling at the Grunts. She had scared them a couple of times, once getting them all to leave the cell, running through the plasma barrier. But they had quickly returned to do their work once more before. Now she was stuck with this Elite who was making her feel good, feel relief, the mix of emotions was confusing but she tried to focus on just the hate and the anger that she felt towards him.
 
He chuckled as he felt her rise her hips so that her sex pushed against his fingers. He smiled and slipped a finger into her tightness."Is that a yes SPARTAN?" He seemed to spit the name. Speak of it with poison."Or do you prefer we continue the pain?" He ran a sharp nail over her nipple, giving her a taste of pleasure and a fear of pain as he looked at her still. The robe dropped revealing a frame not unlike that of a human. The upper torso, the lower torso...though his lower extremities were different. it was sheathed, a pink head peeked from the tip but was not yet present, the sheath itself seemed larger than any cock she'd ever experimented with.

He was still moving his large digit in and out of her as if it were a small cock, it stretched her just enough. His eyes moved over her chest which was rising and falling. He grinned playfully. He would train her, have her move through USNC areas, have her become his assassin. Have her collect information for the covenant. It would take work...but it could be done.
 
He slipped his finger inside of her and she could feel a bit of relief in her abdomen, though she also felt the pleasure of being stretched. She hated how her body was betraying her, she hated the drug that was doing this to her, and more importantly she hated the Elite that had done this to her rather than killed her. He threatened her with the pain, the sharp nail that ran over her breast made her shiver in both pain and pleasure.

She wanted to fight, she wanted to stay strong. She screwed her eyes shut as he continued to move his finger in and out of her, as though he knew she would break. She thought of the pain against and shuddered, she thought of him not giving her pleasure, and the knot in her abdomen flared, tightening at that threat. It was as though she was in some sort of state of heat, like an animal. She needed release.

"Yes," she finally forced out, the disgust in her tone showed just how much she hated herself and her body seemed to go a bit slack at her saying such a thing, defeated this round for sure. She didn't want that pain again, her ankles seemed to ache with the shadow of pain she had felt earlier. But when his finger accidentally curled near her g-spot she lurched against her restraints with a sharp inhale, he was rewarded with more of her juices as well as she relaxed once more.
 
He noticed her jerk and lurch as he touched a rough patch inside her. Human women were beginning to interest him..He pushed against it again inside her and his thumb accidentally touched her clit. He 'smiled' and laughed."You girls have sensitive points just like our women I see." He undid her shackles and stepped back, her pheromones though of a different species seemed to work on him. His cock came out of its sheath, his balls hung below."How do you wish to take it?" His cock was much larger than any she had seen in human films or had interaction with.

She was free to move, but she wouldn't get far if she attacked this 'man.' his eyes were alert, he still watchedher carefully for signs of resistance. If she resisted her wanton desires would not be sated, but the torture would resume. He began to stroke himself slowly, a fluid much like human cum built up inside him and oozed from the tip slowly down.
 
"Ah," she gasped sharply, her hips both bucking and jerking against the touch. The pleasure so good to her that she actually wasn't even certain if she wanted it or not. As he released her, she immediately thought of escaping. But she was still panting like a dog in heat and her abdomen seemed to tighten at the idea that she wouldn't receive her release.

He was torturing her by asking her how she wanted to take him, she glared at him, knowing what he was doing. Her gaze dropped to his cock, she felt her body get a fresh wave of arousal at the very sight. She didn't want to look at him, so she got on all fours and turned her back to him, expecting him to move up behind her. She was nervous and he could tell by how his next touch would make her jump and flinch. An Elite, an enemy that she was usually fighting to kill and keep away from her was now about to be with her in the most intimate fashion that humans had.
 
His pink cock stared at her, menacing, thinner at the top, almost like spear, and thicker on the bottom, but overall larger and thicker than any she's ever had before. He looked at her pink gash, it didn't seem too different from his women. He'd make her into a pet.

He watched her hips twitching as she got on all fours and presented herself to him. He chuckled and bent his legs in a way humans could not so he could be behind her without getting on his knees, his cock lined up with her pink gash. Grabbing her hips he began to push into her, stretching her to new levels, watching her pussy slowly wrap around him. By the forerunners she was tight. Wrapping around him like no woman of his species ever had. Her warmth seemed to be higher than anything he ever experienced before. 6 of his 12 inches were insideher and he continued to push slowly into her, he wanted her to beg to be filled, the drug would do that. When he came inside her, it would do more. Taking a deep breath he slammed his way home, his balls hitting against her clit as he rested inside her.
 
The moment his tip entered her she let out a moan, as he began to go deeper she bit back more moans of pleasure as he stretched her. It felt so good, no pleasure she had ever experienced before prior could even come close. She swallowed another moan, his cock rubbed and stretched every wall of her pussy, it made her toes curl as he moved slowly before he stopped abruptly. She was about to look back when he slammed the rest of himself inside of her. His pelvis pressing against her toned ass, balls slapping against her clit, and most importantly his cock stretching her to the point where her only response was to scream in pleasure.

It was a good thing he didn't move right away, her arms were trembling and by that one push she had to catch her breath from the pleasure that had taken over her body. Soon the pleasure of him entering her became annoying since he wasn't moving, what was he waiting for?

The Spartan wasn't dumb, it dawned on her what he expected of her. This was torture in itself as she finally flushed in shame, unable to stop herself from feeling that emotion. He wanted her to beg, he wanted her to ask for him to fuck her. Her fists clenched in anger at this realization. A lump formed in her throat, she thought of it as her pride taking a physical form as she spoke, "Please...make it go away." She meant the heat that was encompassing her, she hoped it was enough. If she had to ask for more she'd lose it then and there and she was doing everything in her power not to.
 
He licked his 'lips' and pulled his cock out of her completely, watching her elastic flesh close back up as his cock popped out, he rubbed himself up and down her length with a chuckle."It's away...this what you want Spartan? Be specific, I do not know what you want." THis was torture to him too, but he was a true warrior, he could take this sort of pain, he would make her beg before he submitted himself to the pleasure of her body. He continued to move up and odwn, rubbing his large cock against her heat, but not pushing into her.
 
The drugs gave him an unfair advantage. They were killing her, she had never felt so sexually frustrated in her entire life before. She groaned as he pulled out of her and continued to tease her entrance. She wanted to punch him, and at the same time she wanted to force him on his back so she could just take what she wanted.

Heaving a sigh of defeat she forced through gritted teeth, "Fuck. Me." She was so wet she could feel it wetting her inner thighs as she held back shivers and sobs of sexual frustration.
 
At her order he grinned pulling back his hips so his cock lined up with her entrance again and pushe din swiftly, this time he gave her no breather as he began to move his hips in and outof her. He began to move in and out at an extreme pace, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust, his fingers digging into her ass as he rode the super soldier, humanities last hope. he was not gentle, feeding her his large cock rapidly, their flesh slapping together. "I-i wonder if you can get pregnant by us.."
 
She cried when he slammed into her and as he pistoned his hips in and out of her tight pussy. He moved so hard that her hands actually gave out so she had her ass int he air. Bridgett hardly had anymore fucks to give though as the drug worked it's magic and she had to bite her hand to muffle her cries though some choked moans still came out from her mouth as she cried out. Any shame she felt prior was forgotten as she was already close to her release. This was her first time in a long time, she had only had sex that one other time, and so he was not only stretching her but he was rubbing her very sensitive walls.

Her vagina began to contract around the Elite, her orgasm too close for her to stop herself. His balls slapping her clit made her toes curl as she continued to keep her pleasure to herself. But that was hard to do considering she was so wet and probably making a mess on his cock and balls. She panted underneath him, starting to see black dots in her vision. She heard what he said, but she could hardly worry or think about pregnancy at the moment. All she could focus on was the pleasure that was starting to make her go blind with pleasure. She cried again, her walls tightening around his large cock as she neared her orgasm already.
 
He felt her walls contracting, her orgasm was imminent he knew tha tmuch as he continued to move in and out of her. His cock dragging along her insides, scratching an itch she had known was there before. His hand rose up and came down heavily on her ass as she finally clamped down around him and began to scream in orgasm. He stared at her quivering body as he relaxed and began to move more gently inside her through her entire peak. He closed his eyes and began to focus on the sensations her flesh brought him, he needed to cum now, he didn't feel like wasting anymore time. Her heat was something else.

He seemed to gasp and large sticky fluid unleashed itself inside her. Splashed against her walls, against her cervix and swam into her womb. The substance seemed thicker than the human counterpart. Warmer, hotter. It would most likely send her body into another orgasm. He grabbed her ass and buried himself balls deep as he waited for his own orgasm to subside."G-good spartan.." He pulled away and the cum began to slowly leak out. Plopping on the durasteel flooring. It would smell intoxicating to her.
 
The super soldier was still moaning against her hand, the only thing keeping her hips up was the Elite's firm grip on her. She cried as he spanked her, it was painful but pleasurable as well and her nails dug into the Elite. She felt hte warm sensation of him cumming inside her. Her shoulders shook in a silent sob as he praised her like some pet.

She felt her toes curl and another, smaller orgasm make her hips buck. She pressed her forehead against the cool steel. He pulled out and a whimper passed her lips as he did so. A scent hit her, she turned to see what he was doing that was making her feel this way. And then she saw the cum on the floor. Her gaze fixated on it nervously, her chest rising and falling uneasily. It was his cum? She wanted to lick it off the floor. She didn't move though, she refused to budge. She felt the slightest movement would make her do what she wanted.
 
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