A.N.: Finally, the long awaited sequel to the Cortana X Lasky piece. This part is not restricted by a challenge though, so I'm going to have a lot more fun with it. As always, I blame Cor Tenebrae, Ladywolvesbayne, and Albinopygmyrhino for all this. Hope you all enjoy.

If anyone else were in the empty chamber that was S-Deck, they'd probably be blushing at the sounds they heard echoing off the walls. Along the upper level of armor stations someone was moaning over the sound of machinery at work. Scandalous as the noises might have sounded, what made them even more so was they were emanating from the leader of the ship's SPARTANS, one Commander Sarah Palmer.

Were anyone to hear, the ship's rumor mill would have begun spinning at full speed, leading to a number of unwanted lectures and advances. Considering this fact, Palmer was glad she came when she did, as not a soul was on the SPARTAN's turf as the armor assemblage continued to remove the constricting plates of armor from her person. Then again who would be on S-deck in the middle of third shift?

Maybe a little bit more self-control should've been exercised, but having been in here so long she'd almost forgotten how certain body parts could actually bend, and the feeling when they finally did was fucking amazing.

Relaxing her spine as the assemblage returned to the upright position, Palmer found her attention summoned by the very rude noise of metal scraping against metal. Craning her neck to the left to identify the source, Palmer frowned as the tool meant to undo her gauntlet was doing anything but. 'Dammit, any other time this hunk of metal could've failed, but no it had to be when the technicians are off duty.'

Usually there were about a couple dozen technicians on duty at any given point to ensure nothing on S-Deck went awry. Even during the late hours on the ship, sometimes a SPARTAN or two would come down to train, and if things went wrong with their equipment someone would be there to resolve the issue.

However presently the Infinity was docked for retrofit, leaving most of her crew, SPARTANS, and technicians free to go planet-side. Palmer hadn't been so lucky; being the SPARTAN Commander led to a lot of paperwork that needed filling out, amongst other things, so she had been venting her frustration in the Wargames. Only now because everyone was off the ship there was no one to get her out of the damn assemblage ring.

Giving her left arm a tug, she was disappointed when the locks failed to budge. 'Whoever designed this certainly kept in mind what it was being used for.' Trying again, the locks remained fastened, the sound of metal clanging against metal could be heard throughout the vacant room.

Only when Palmer tried to bring her right arm about did she realize that it too still locked in place. With both her arms held stuck by the assemblage, the machinery at her feet had yet to activate to undo her boots, leaving them held in place as well.

In short, Palmer was stuck. She tried releasing the grips, slip her arms from the assemblage's hold, but the tiny arms holding her forearms in place held surprisingly firm. Seeing as that wouldn't work, Palmer began pulling her arms towards her core, hoping the shear force would cause the grips to fail. Instead of the sound of a grips failing, she heard the screeching of metal yielding as one of the larger appendages began to give. 'Couldn't have made this easier to break out of, could they?' she thought sarcastically.

She stopped, knowing if she bent the assemblage out of shape it might make the situation worse; it would also get her in trouble with the eggheads for sure.

'Why the hell isn't there an emergency release on these thing? Knew I should've just taken this off myself.' But Wargames had been exhausting, and Palmer had just wanted to return to her quarters as quickly as possible for, amongst other things, a warm shower and bed rest.

"Fuck me and fuck this," she huffed, blowing a loose sweat-wicked hair out of her face.

"You sure about that Commander." Stepping in from the side, Palmer saw the Master Chief come into view with a smile in his eyes, probably laughing internally at her current predicament.

"Considering the situation I'm in." The corners of the Chief's mouth ticked up slightly, obviously trying to restrain his mirth, and Palmer found herself getting a bit frustrated. "You enjoying the view from there Tall Guy?"

"Only as much as you can imagine," he replied, the slight uptick growing into a grin. She could imagine a lot right there, and he knew she could. Palmer felt her cheeks heating up again, only this time it wasn't due to her workout.

"Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to help me?" She was starting to get a bit impatient.

"Depends," he pushed off the wall and stepped in front of her.

"On what?"

She'd only blinked yet he'd closed the distance so immediately. She was surprised, but then a sudden familiar touch, a hand on her cheek and pressure on her lips, calmed her down. Soon Palmer was returning the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his hand on her cheek slide round to the back of her head, pulling them closer together. Taking a step more, she opened her mouth, taking the Chief's upper lip between her teeth for a moment before he pulled back and moved his hand to her shoulder.

"Quite a response there Tall Guy. Normally you're a bit shyer outside," she teased, opening her eyes from the kiss. His face was only a few centimeters in front of hers, just out of reach, with a knowing grin on his face. He'd almost caused her to forget her current predicament.

"Not today. I'm actually feeling a bit bold."

"Oh yeah, how bold?" She arched an eyebrow in curiosity. She was answered almost immediately as his hand circled to the front of her undersuit, pinching the zipper between his thumb and index finger.

"Bold enough to do this," and he began to tug at the metal bit holding her clothes together.

'Is he serious? Does he really?' "You want to do it here?"

Chief nodded.

"On S-Deck?"

He nodded again.

"Where anyone can catch us?"

"No one's coming here this late," he pointed out.

"Can you at least get me down?" she tugged at the assemblage again.

"Where would the fun be in that?" he waited for her response.

Prim and proper as she poised herself, the idea was something like that, she was too eager to accept. Still, she hesitated a moment to try to keep him in suspense. "If we get caught I will kick your ass, Tall Guy," she acquiesced.

"You can try," he smiled a full tooth grin as he closed the distance between them again. This time he held Palmer's lower lip between his, sucking on it, tasting the sweat on her skin from her prior workout. He could feel Palmer's smile as he let go, pressing their lips further together. She could feel cool air rolling over her chest as she heard her zipper being slowly pulled downwards.

How lucky was she to say she's been boning humanity's living legend. And all because of a silly fight.

Technically it all started with an invite for Blue Team to observe the IVs training, get an opinion from the veterans as to how the new blood was doing. To say it ended with friendly advice and pointers would have been a gross lie, as Palmer was almost at their throats with what she saw as insults towards her men. Instead it ended with a Wargames session of Blue Team vs. Palmer, Majestic, and Crimson.

Despite the confidence Palmer placed in her men, they were all dispatched in the first five minutes, leaving the Commander to fight off the four elder SPARTANS. To say the least it didn't end in her favor when luck decided she'd find the Chief of all of them, though with the small mercy of him lacking a firearm. He managed to get in close to engage her in melee, and soon Palmer witness to the difference between IIs and IVs as she was beat to every punch, ending with a technical KO punch that knocked her out of the match.

Having been solidly beaten, by the Chief's team, Palmer couldn't help but go to him to ask for those pointers again. Rather than just tell her though, he decided to show her again in a more controlled setting. He chose to partner up with Palmer for her workouts when he was on ship, and pushed her onto the regime he had started on when he arrived on Infinity. She could feel the difference after every workout, and the results were quite evident within the first couple of months, leading her to incorporate these changes into the regular SPARTAN regime. Now this may have started their acquaintanceship, but what led it to what it was now was a chance encounter in the locker room.

Despite her best efforts, it always seemed the Chief had energy left to burn when she was done, leaving her to hit the showers while he was doing one set or another. But one day he must've cut his workout short, cause as she was showering she noticed the Chief set himself in front of one the adjacent wash stations.

The view she had gotten out of the corner of her eye was astounding; the man had a figure to match the god-like status he had, as though he was carved from marble and granted life. She'd seen his cut figure before through his undersuit and civvies, and damn was he fine, but this, it was just too much.

Despite her better judgement, Palmer took things a step further and crossed the boundary no one in a communal shower was supposed to cross. She looked down at the Chief's crotch and soon felt her face catch fire. Indeed, every inch of him matched his legendary image, including that, and she had to quickly avert her eyes before the rest of her body changed color to match that of a cherry tomato.

He had certainly seen her do this, for despite the fact that he nonchalantly stepped out while she was frozen in place thinking a number of inappropriate thoughts, he had waited for outside the shower entrance still clad in just the towel around his waist.

"You see something you liked," he had said, confirming her earlier suspicion.

"I do," she had replied boldly, deciding it was better to own her actions. "You going to do something about it?"

"No, are you?" He shot back, perfectly serious yet with a hint of mirth.

If asked Palmer would say it was a cheesy thought, but those three words were the spark that ignited a change between them.

Technically the Chief was still Navy, therefore not under her command, theoretically saving them from any fraternizing charges. Then again the bigwigs didn't really care, everyone broke that rule. Hell maybe some them would congratulate her, in private of course. But even then, who would charge The Master Chief?

Not a second later Palmer glanced around for passerby's in the locker room. When none came into view, she grabbed Chief's hand in her own, dragging him off to a bench in the furthest corner she could find before dropping both of their towels and sitting herself on his lap.

Despite the rumors, the IIs were not machines masquerading as humans. They knew the full range of human emotions and actions, including sex. They'd experimented with each other several times before, having heard so much about it from the leathernecks, and while they found it enjoyable, they had no particular interest in it as far as the Chief had told her.

At least until he had started working with her. Granted he didn't expect her to pull him aside in such a public place for a first go, but they didn't get caught so he had yet to have a reason to regret it.

Everything after that was kept a bit more private between the two of them. And Roland, but he'd never say. Palmer was seen visiting the Master Chief's quarters fairly often by a number of personnel, and occasionally vice versa, though not a single member Infinity's rumor mill was able to confirm anything. It was well known whoever did would have to meet the personal judgement of the Commander and the Chief, and no one wanted to take that risk.

Then everything went to hell: the activation of the Guardians, the arrival of more Forerunners, the return of Cortana. He never showed it, but there had been something there between him and that AI that affected him long after her death, and when she returned it came back full force. Only now she was no longer a digital being, but a fully fleshed human.

Palmer had thought once everything had died down the presence of Cortana would have been the end of their escapades. It had certainly seemed so when for the first couple of months the newly born/created/whatever it was, human Cortana was attached to the Chief at the hip.

It was expected, yet still disappointing. Few individuals were as straightforward and kind as the Chief once you got to spend time with him, as well as being capable of keeping up with her, but she respected him and Cortana enough to let him go.

But apparently he hadn't let go of her.

She'd ran into the pair waiting outside her quarters one day. Cortana wasn't long to stay though, as stood on her toes to give the Chief a kiss on the edge of his jaw before leaving with a knowing smirk on her lips, a sashaying of her hips, and a farewell of "go get her Chief."

The following moments had been filled with a tense awkwardness before she broke it by inviting him inside. With a door and walls separating them from the rest of the ship, he began to explain things, how he and Cortana were indeed a thing, but they both recognized he and Palmer had something as well, and rather than make him choose Cortana was willing, even supportive of keeping things open between them, so long it was done equally so.

Palmer had heard rumors of crewmen and women having a round with her, but again no one could or would confirm this.

All this led to now, with her tongue down a legend's throat and her chest exposed to the chilled air of S-Deck as she remained held in place by a malfunctioning armor assemblage.

Once the zipper had reached down to the top of her thigh, the Chief let go and moved his hand up the now exposed skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake as her sweat-covered skin was met with his warm touch, only to be swiftly replaced by cold air. His other hand began to make a similar path southward from behind her neck, where it met its fellow at Palmer's twins. Gently they traced along their outside, one sliding smoothly up while the other slid down, before reversing direction again and again.

The familiar touch was welcomed, as evidenced by Palmer pushing her chest forward into the Chief's hands, breaking their kiss. As string of saliva dripped from their mouths as her tongue left his, dripping onto her chest and adding to the chill.

Knowing she was enjoying his touches, Chief began placing flutter kisses down along the top of her chest, almost chaste if it weren't for their intended destination.

Palmer's was already feeling quite sensitive to the cold due to the drying sweat along her skin, so the Chief bringing his tongue into play only made it worse, or better if you were to really ask her. He began from the center of her sternum with some sloppy kisses before sliding to her left breast. His tongue covered every inch of lightly colored skin, causing shiver to run down her spine, until all that was left was her areola.

She hummed in anticipation as she watched the Chief make his approach, making slow languid circles around it, getting smaller and until finally he ran his tongue from bottom to top, giving it a slight flick with the top of his tongue. This caused Palmer's breath to hitch, a sound the Chief was more than pleased to hear. Taking his hand from the breast's side, he held his index finger beneath his thumb, just under the pointed tip, before flicking it again harder than before.

An even louder moan pierced the air as Palmer was shocked by the sensation, her head falling forwards a bit. "Do that again." Chief nodded, only happy to oblige and earn more of those sweet noises. As he did so he also began working on her other mound, taking less time as his mouth quickly found the center and held it between his lips.

Up and down and all around his tongue moved over her right tip, which with the actions he was performing on the left was leaving Palmer with a familiar feeling of warmth growing in the depths of her stomach. She tried to bring her thighs in to rub together, but the assemblage kept them just far enough apart to prevent any sort of relief at her core.

"Chief, I need- I need release," she exhaled, the breath starting to become ragged at the sensation. "Please!"

Feeling maybe he'd done enough along her torso, he retreated from his current ministrations, releasing the one mound from his mouth with a wet "pop". His left hand then began sliding back south, trailing back over the jumpsuit at the juncture of Palmer's legs. Rubbing along the outside he could feel the heat and dampness emanating from there, which excited him even more than he had already been playing with Palmer.

"You sure are feeling it today Palmer," he said, making sure to give her crotch an extra-long rub upwards.

"You've got quite a way with women Tall Guy." The compliment earned her another kiss on the lips that was just too short. "But now stop teasing and fuck me. I feel close and I don't want to lose it"

"As you wish," another chaste kiss on her lips and the Chief was on his knees, pulling her zipper the rest of the way down until it was stopped by her boot. For a moment she feared that because it was a full bodysuit that he wouldn't be able to undo, leaving her stuck with a slowly fading orgasm.

Then she saw Chief draw something from his pants and soon the opened leg sleeve fell away to hang limp from the rest of her suit. Looking at the bottom where there should've been material for a foot she only saw severed cloth. In Chief's hand was a combat knife which he used to quickly slice the other leg sleeve from the rest of her undersuit before stowing it away.

"You just ruined my suit!" she exclaimed, scandalized, her orgasm-to-be forgotten for a just for a brief moment.

"Don't worry, no one will see. There should be spares around here, yes?" She nodded indignantly, still shocked the boldness of the man's actions. "Don't worry then. Just enjoy." Without any more preamble, the Chief stepped in close to Palmer, undid the front of pants and dropped both them and his drawers. Standing at attention was his Junior SPARTAN, standing at about eight inches tall. He then pulled back the hanging suit legs up enough so that Palmer's flower was exposed to the world, its nectar dripping and sticking to the cloth. "Are you ready?" he asked as he used his other hand to position himself at her lower lips.

"Make me cum hard Tall Guy," she smiled. Without any more preamble Palmer found her insides suddenly filled with her partner's girth. She couldn't help but moan in ecstasy as his warmth permeated her being. It made her so happy, she almost whimpered in disappointment as it began to retreat. But then it filled her again, and she couldn't force herself to hold back the moan. It felt too good for her to care.

Soon Chief's left hand found its way to her bare ass, helping to hold her hips in place with every thrust, while the right found itself at the top of her vagina playing the alphabet game with her clit.

The Chief himself was enjoying himself quite a bit as well. He knew that having sex in such a public part of the ship carried great risks, but damn was he excited. Consequences be damned, he knew the two of them could get away with this, at least from the brass. The rumor mill would finally have their confirmation, but that didn't really matter. If anything, confirmation would free them up a bit, not having to hide things anymore they could try to be a bit more adventurous. Maybe Lasky's desk at some point? Cortana was definitely rubbing off on him. Speaking of…

She was in heaven. Her hypersensitivity from the cold on her flushed skin mixed with the Chief rhythmically thrusting into her, playing her clit, and now attacking her neck with his lips, Palmer wasn't sure she hadn't died in a mission and was now in paradise. She could feel the warmth trying to break out and spread throughout her entire body. She was so close to her release. Just a bit more.

"Chief, I'm gonna cum. Please don't stop, whatever you do, don't stoOOOOPPPPP!" she screamed as she finally hit her peak, her toes curling within her boots and her juices leaking out onto the Chief's member as he too came close to his end.

Sliding his other hand to her rear, the Chief delivered several more powerful thrusts, ones that may have broken a normal women's hips, but on Palmer would only leave a few bruises. With a final thrust and a loud, low moan that intermingled with the echoes of Palmer's high, the Chief came deep inside her.

It felt wonderfully pleasant, the rush of another climax, being filled up by the Chief's warm seed with his member still inside her, feeling the twitches he made as he came down from his high as well. She felt a bit weak in the knees from the post-coital bliss, and may have stumbled forward were she not restrained as she was, but the Chief would've at least caught her had she did.

Not often did someone see a genuine smile Palmer; Chief just happened to have the luck to be one of those few to see one. As he leaned back to look at Palmer, he saw a smile of such content and satisfaction form on her slightly swollen lips. The emotion spread to the rest of her face, showing one of beauty's many faces in the form of this warrior queen's visage. He couldn't help but smile back at her.

"What're you smiling about Chief?" she asked through partially lidded eyes.

"I was just thinking about how beautiful you look right now," he complimented her.

"Mmm, I hope you're buttering me up in case someone catches us Tall Guy," she half-jested.

"I don't think I need to, considering how slick you are." He made his point by sliding two fingers from where their pelvis' met to the top of her crotch, sliding over her clit and sending a shiver down her spine.

"Oooh, that was a bad joke," she whined through a gasp. If the smile that remained on her face was anything to go by though, the attempt at humor was appreciated.

"Well if there's anything we SPARTANS aren't known for Commander, it's our sense of humor."

"Oh now I'm hurt, are you saying I'm just as bad as you?" Palmer asked?

Chief's silent reply was a quirk of his mouth and a sidelong glance.

"You do!" she accused. "Fine then, here's a good one for you. What do you call a soldier with empty living quarters? A SPARTAN!" She paused. "Get it, because Spartan is a synonym for a room that's bare?"

A raised eyebrow and a questioning gaze was the only response her joke received.

"Oh screw you, that was a good one," Palmer huffed.

"Well actually we-"

"Both of you have a horrible sense of humor and need to be stopped," a female voice cut in before the Chief could make another bad sex joke.

The pair of heads turned towards the source of the voice to see the smaller frame of Cortana, decked in a lab coat with civvies, leaning on the control panel for the station. Palmer's surprise at her sudden appearance quickly turned embarrassment induced shock from being caught in such a lewd act by the Chief's partner.

Cortana continued on, sounding somewhat disappointed. "I heard all that, and I mean I understand Palmer, she is a Commander after all and they're not allowed to be funny, but I would have thought if you picked up anything from me John it would be my sense of humor." She frowned slightly at this.

"You know me Cortana, I'm a bit thick headed," John stated with a cheeky grin, one which Cortana returned in equal measure.

"Good thing too, I don't know how many jumps from orbit you would've survived if you were any less." She stepped around the console towards the pair. By this point Palmer had regained a grasp on the situation.

"I'm so kicking your ass Tall Guy," was Palmer's first words, muttered to the Chief. He only shrugged slightly before finally sliding out of her and stepped aside, fixing himself to be more 'presentable' as he turned to face the approaching Cortana. "How long were you there?" Palmer aimed this question at the now former AI.

She looked up a moment in thought, before responding, "Just enough to catch the tail end of your session. It certainly looked like you enjoyed yourself." Her cheeky grin became a bit sharper, almost predatory, despite the fact she was standing two feet in front of and below Palmer. "You know, for all the time I've been here Palmer I've never really had the chance to thank you."

"For what?" She definitely wasn't scared of the relatively diminutive woman, not at all.

"You took care of Chief while I was gone. With how things were, leading to the battle with the Didact over Earth, I feared for what would happen to John after, when I was gone." Her head hung down a bit saying that, lost in the memory of the time. "Maybe he would shut himself in amongst his SPARTANS again, throw himself into mission after mission until he broke. From what I saw when I wasn't myself, it seemed almost true," and then she looked up at Palmer with a smile, "but you kept him human. And now we both get to enjoy him," she finished by reaching out and reaching behind her lover's waistband to tenderly grab her lover's dick.

Chief groaned under the Cortana's touch as she slowly pumped his member, feeling himself suddenly ready for a round two. When she let go, he sighed in disappointment. "Tease," he shot at her.

Cortana merely smiled at them both, holding her soiled hand in front of her to hide her giggling. Then, in a move Palmer had not expected, Cortana licked her hand from the heel to her fingertips. "Mmm, you two taste good together Commander," and she continued to clean off her hand. "I think I need a bit more though."

Palmer watched, bewilderment clear on her face, as her lover's partner dropped to her knees in front of her and leaned in to lick at her stuffed and sodden cunt. "Oh god!" she cried at the first lick, still sensitive from her previous climax.

"So good. Maybe I should join you two in the future," Cortana said, looking up at Palmer with a cheeky. "I would love to study the physical aspects of a female SPARTAN more… in depth."

Compared to John, Cortana's hands were tiny, yet they still heavenly as they gripped her ass; and that tongue, she couldn't help herself as she bucked into Cortana's face.

As a familiar pair of hands grabbed her breasts, she felt her body heat up as John whispered into her ear, saying "I hope you haven't forgotten about me." The dainty hands on her rear began to spread her cheeks, as a pillar of flesh began to rub between them. "Are you ready for round two Sarah?"

Oh how she felt weak when he used her name like that.

"Please," she whimpered, turning to try and face him.

It was all she had to say.

Carefully lining himself up, Chief pushed himself into Palmer's back door, relishing in the constricting warmth of her ass. Her voice nearly cracked as she cried out in pleasure. Rather than start pumping however, John just held himself close to her, holding his chest against her back.

"Wha… what are you waiting for?" Palmer asked, worried as to why he was just holding her there.

Her cunt suddenly felt cold; looking forward she saw Cortana had stood up from between her legs and stepped back. "I figured you might have been getting bored stuck up there Palmer, so why don't I give you a show," she said with a playful grin.

Slowly she began to strip off her coat, holding at her elbows as she danced to… where was that music coming from? Looking back to the blue haired woman, one arm flew over her head as she now held the coat in front of her.

Carefully, Cortana began to undo the buttons of her blouse, starting at the bottom. Neither Palmer nor Chief were taking their eyes off of her and she was loving every second of it. Turning away from them, she undid the final button, freeing her chest to the world. Rather than showing it off immediately though, she tossed her coat aside and began to use her top as a scarf.

When Cortana turned back to face them, Palmer was at first surprised by the lack of support Cortana had been wearing, but was then taken aback by the beauty of what lie beneath. It'd be a lie saying Cortana wasn't attractive, but seeing her like this, teasing her with glimpses of her perfect chest, ha Palmer turned on even more than before.

"You're getting wet again," Chief teased, as one hand shifted down again to play with her folds.

Palmer didn't say anything though, relishing in his touch and the show, more than a little happy as the blouse was tossed to the side. The way Cortana played with her tits, groping the mounds and teasing her own teats so much she was moaning like a slut, had her thinking many lewd thing things.

Then came the pants. Cortana wanted to save her last surprise for the end, so she just teased the two by grabbing her waistband as she turned away again and pulled it down just law enough to see the bare curve of her ass before pulling it back up again.

Moving to the wall, she instead worked her way from the bottom again, undoing a zipper that went all the way to her waist. She tugged on it ever so slowly, her other hand trailing along her smooth pale skin in a "this could be yours" sort of motion. When the zipper finally reached the top, she began to do the same with the other.

"So excited are we?" Cortana teased, staring at Palmer's sopping cunt before looking her in the eyes with a toothy grin. Spinning as she stepped forward, the cloth of the pants flared, revealing the entirety of Cortana's body in all its glory. But then Palmer noticed something odd about Cortana's underwear there; there were more straps on this piece, going around her ass and thighs, and in the center where the crotch is was what look liked some sort of harness.

When she stopped in front of Palmer, she stepped out of her clothes, looking more than eager for what was about to happen. "I've been wanting to do this for a while now," Cortana said.

Palmer shivered at her words, only having an idea of what was going to happen next, but excited for it nonetheless.

"Oh, almost forgot," and Cortana stepped back towards her coat. Reaching into one of the pockets, she pulled out a what she knew to be a "full sensation phallus" and locked it onto her 'underwear'. "I think if John gets to fuck you, it would only be fair I get to fuck you too," she said with a predatory grin, stepping back up to the assemblage until her breasts were pressed against Palmer's stomach. "Do you mind John?"

John just shook his head and smiled. "Go right ahead Cor," and opened Palmer's lower lips with his fingers.

She then turned to Palmer and asked "Sarah?"

There was a moment's hesitation before she nodded. She'd be lying to say after that little show she didn't want Cortana too.

With that, Cortana grabbed Palmer's ass and thrust into her, sheathing the strap-on inside the SPARTAN woman.

Palmer's moans went silent, her voice pushed to the limit as she felt utter ecstasy in being so filled. And then the two began thrusting as one into Palmer. In and out, in and out, her voice came back to her as she was very vocal in how good the two were fucking her.

Standing on her tiptoes, Cortana caught the back of Palmer's head with one hand and pulled her down for a kiss, immediately pushing her tongue into the SPARTANS mouth to claim her.

Palmer acquiesced to the smaller, softer, yet certainly fiercer woman pounding her lower lips as she claimed her upper ones. She squeaked, immediately embarrassed, when John squeezed her nipples before dropping his hands to her hips. Cortana just smirked, more than amused, as she pulled back, then buried her face in Palmer's breasts.

"How… How is she… Cortana?" John asked between moans, increasing the pace of his thrusts.

"Muurfuct," was Cortana's muffled moan of a reply. Satisfied with rubbing her face in SPARTAN tits, she moved to lick and suck one of her breasts, giving much less pretense the action as John had before. She'd seen the whole thing go down before and wanted everything now! A moan rippled into Palmer's flesh from Cortana as one of John's hands move to her breast and give her teat a pinch.

"Good," and he leaned forward and pressed a wet kiss to Palmer's neck.

"Oh god, John, Cortana, don't stop, please don't stop!" Palmer cried out, having never felt like this before. She'd been a little adventurous in these sorts of activities, but being taken by two people at once was completely new to her and… oh god, as she could already feel her second climax coming.

"You look so beautiful like this Sarah," Cortana complimented, giving her butt cheeks a squeeze.

"So beautiful," John echoed, kissing up her jawline to the corner of her lips. Palmer turned her head and met John's lips, muffling her moans as she teetered on the edge.

"Come on Sarah, cum for us," Cortana said, her pace becoming frantic as she moaned into her chest, a hand sliding down to Palmer's core to stimulate her clit.

"I'm so close!" she hissed, breaking from the kiss. "Ah aah aaaAAAAHHHHHH!" she screamed, filling the whole of S-Deck with her pleasure filled noises. Her body tensed from the pleasure coursing through her body, back arching so hard she thought it might break as her arms and legs hyperflexed outwards, causing the metal to strain against her once again. Then as quickly as it hit, she went slack. She could feel her insides being completely filled by both John and Cortana's liquid heat, dripping out and down her legs, leaving her with such an amazing sensation. "That… was… amazing…" she panted, as she felt her partners pull out.

"There's plenty more where that came from, if you want. Maybe I'll even let you top me," Cortana said with a wink.

Not even concerning herself with clothes, Cortana stepped back into open view of the rest of S-Deck where the control to the assemblage. After a minute of playing with them, the machinery came to life, removing the last bits of armor from Palmer and setting her free.

"You… you set me up…" she exhaled as she stumbled to her knees, half a question and half an accusation.

"Yes, but it was his idea," Cortana said with a smirk. "Something about making things more interesting."

Looking over her shoulder at him, John showed no sign of remorse, pants pulled up again. "Don't tell me you didn't love it."

Palmer just shook her head. "You two are crazy," she said affectionately.

"Lucky for me, I like crazy," the two said in unison, then smiled at each other.

"So do I," and she carefully got up to her feet, unsteady on her legs as they still felt like jelly, before trying to pull off the rest of her ruined undersuit. "Help me out Tall Guy?"

John was immediately beside her, but instead of helping he just cut her out of the suit before lifting her into his arms. "Cortana, can you get us a clear path back to our quarters? I think someone needs to rest before having any more fun."

"I'm on it Chief," she said with a smile and a wink Palmer couldn't see, pulling a tablet from her coat as she began getting dressed.

Palmer just sighed as she curled into John's chest with a smile, happy she could enjoy herself like this with not just one, but two people now. What will the ship's rumor mill think now?

A.N.: I apologize for this taking so long everyone. This was half done when I hit a huge slump in writing motivation. Topped with school work, this just fell away. I hope to write more sin like this in the future, though compared to other pieces this is not as high of a priority. If you have any suggestions, please leave it in the reviews and I just might make it into a chapter. Thank you for your time and patience, and I hope to see you all for the next chapter.