Chapter 22: Pick Your Poison (Saryn X Stalker)

Request for Akytsu Frozen

Saryn dashed through the halls of the Corpus facility she had just recently ransacked. She had just obliterated the reactor, cutting off all power to the building, preventing them from alerting the rest of the base that she was even here. Because of this she was able to kill almost everyone stationed in the base without being seen. Now all she had to do was finish of the remaining Corpus stragglers. Spores erupted from their bodies as they ran. The toxin injected into their hosts body, pulsating before exploding. The liquid would fly to another poor grunt, swelling and breaking their skin and starting the cycle once more.

The spores had spread across the connected facilities rather quickly, leaving the entire building a deserted mess. She surveyed the hall, hoping that there would be very minimal stragglers clinging to life. Each one she came across was swiftly executed with little to no resistance. Some were probably begging to be killed but she couldn't say for certain. She never bothered learning the Corpus language. She strode into one of the bigger rooms, one specifically made for creating Moa units. The extraction point was just outside meaning she could finally get off this boring rock and back to the dojo. A flicker in the lights got her attention, she turned with her weapons drawn and pointed in front of her. She gave a cursory look of the room before putting the Pox she carried back in their holsters. She began to move back to the door, now on edge.

The lights flickered again, this time followed by a loud breathing noise. She looked around, seeing a shadow dart from behind her. She had a good idea of what was following her but she couldn't be sure. If she was lucky it would just be a syndicate she pissed off. Suddenly she began to hear whispers about someone she had recently ended, a signature calling card for her biggest annoyance. The Stalker.

They had dueled many times before, each time both making it out alive though one would be mortally wounded. Each time she was either to weak to give the finishing blow or was just barely able to get him to retreat. She grabbed her favorite staff, the Lesion, and held it tightly. The lights flickered once more, this time for a much longer duration. When the lights returned the lock down procedures were engaged meaning she now had no escape.

"THERE IS NO PLACE TO HIDE..." He whispered from the shadows. Her grip around her weapon tightened, her sight was scattered around the room, looking for her attacker.

"YOU WILL NOT LEAVE THIS PLACE WARFRAME OF POISON!" Smoke began to bellow from the middle of the room and the Stalker appeared, his signature weapons all attached to the different parts of his body. They stared at each other for a couple fleeting moments, they had history that brought a boiling rage to both of them. Luckily another chance to settle the score appeared.

The Stalker dashed forward, Hate in hand and the intent of finishing the battle rather quickly. Saryn had the same idea in mind, twirling the the Lesion between her fingers a she jumped towards him. she just needed on decent strike and she could bring him down from there. The two weapons clashed with destructive strength yet neither budged an inch. Once again they were staring at each other, looking for an opening in each other's stances.

Saryn was the first to find one, twisting her staff and slamming it forward. It clipped the Stalkers shoulder, knocking off his shoulder plate and cutting his exposed skin. The Stalker fiercely struck back, his blade slid past Saryn's hip, shattering her shields, ripping open her skirt and giving her a nasty cut. The two slid back from each other, their eyes held even more contempt for each other then before. Their glares could pierce even the hardest armor. Their movements became a blur as they reached for their secondaries. Saryn began tossing Pox grenades at her, each and every one hitting their mark and creating a cloud of noxious gas.

Blades flew through the gas, they clipped her legs and her ankles which nearly caused her to collapse. She reached on to her back, grabbing her corpus shotgun, the Arca Plasmor. It whirred to life as she took aim at gagging Stalker. She took the shot, the large energy wave blasted forward, colliding with the Stalker and causing a decent sized explosion. Her breathing was labored as she watched the smoke cloud disperse. And when it did she saw something horrifying.

The Stalker, standing on his sword, stood there. He had easily absorbed the blast and survived. The wall standing tall fired the beam back, blasting Sayrn over the railing and into the wall. She landed on the floor with a large thud. She tried to crawl to her dropped weapons before going limp. The Stalker hopped over the railing landing a good few feet in front of her. He slowly trudged forward, his hand on his shoulder and his other hand holding his signature weapon. He delivered a swift kick to her side, flipping her over and sprawling her out. He lifted the blade up to it's apex and lined it up with her heart.

"IT IS DONE, YOU ARE...NO...longer..." His wording began to fall apart as he realized just how much damage he had done to her armor. Her leggings were torn, her large breast were exposed and the mini skirt she had once wore was completely obliterated. His stance began to waver as his focus was completely devoured by her large perky breast. He shook his head raising his blade once again but still could not do it. He knelt down besides her, just staring at the two massive globes of flesh. His hand slowly made their way to the breast, and like a moth drawn to a flame he began to touch it as much as possible. He fondled them roughly while pulling on one of her nipples as far as he could before letting go and having the fleshy tit smack back into her chest.

She stirred, trying to break free of of his tight grip though he didn't seem to notice her weak attempts. Her eyes went from his face, down to his chest, then to the growing bulge in his pants. Maybe she could get away by satisfying him, it could distract him long enough for her to think of a plan. While she didn't want to admit it, his touching of her breast was enough for a puddle to start forming under her crotch. Her hand slid across the tent in his pants, sliding all the way to the top before rubbing the tip. He groaned in satisfaction as she did, getting even rougher with her breast.

His hand slid down from her breast to her smooth midriff to her drooling snatch, giving it a few tasteful strokes before slipping his fingers in. Her body tensed and she shifted side to side. Using her nails, she quickly tore the fabric concealing his cock, finally unleashing the member from its prison. Her hands masterfully wrapped around it, her technique was perfect thanks to so much practice on the other male warframes residing in her dojo. Her movements seemed to please her shadowy attacker, his cock throbbing violently in her hands as she did. Suddenly his fingers dove deeper into her snatch, catching her off guard.

Her body reacted violently. Her hips arched into the air and her pussy violently erupted, spraying her juices fast and far. Her hand's grip grew loose before dropping off of his cock, leaving his throbbing cock open in the air. He left out a heavy breath before throwing his leg over her large hips. His dick was now inches away from her large, shapely breast which were now rising and falling from her heavy breaths. He placed his cock between the crevice of her chest before grabbing a handful of her squishy tits. He surrounded his cock in her bountiful tit flesh before beginning to buck his hips. The fleshy cavern was divine, both his hands and his cock sunk into her soft dumplings. He changed from holding the twins in place to sliding them up and down his cock. Then alternating which one moves and which does not. He took a firm hold of her nipple and began to twist and pinch it, earning a shudder from the well endowed warframe below him.

His balls began to tighten and his hips began to buck harder then before, a clear sign of an impending orgasm. He let out a breathless wheeze as his cock sputtered it's load in between her tits. Her tits were just perfect for fucking. Absolutely perfect. He pulled his soaking cock out, giving it a few strokes to empty just a bit more of his balls onto her succulent chest. He took a step back, admiring his work for a brief moment. Her fat tits were just dripping with his shiny cum. He stared a few more seconds before moving down to her glistening pussy. It would be such a waste to end it with just a tit fuck wouldn't it?

However if he was going to do this, it was going to be right. He flipped her over and positioned her ass in the air with her face buried in the floor. His hands immediately surged forwards at her juicy rear, lightly fondling each individual cheek while spreading her dripping pussy. To say her ass was big would be doing it a major injustice. Every time he clasped a cheek his fingers would sink into the flesh further each time. He gave it a few hearty smacks causing the flesh to wobble before he was satisfied. He placed his cock in front of her entrance before stopping. He hesitated for a moment before sliding his hands from her bubbly ass to her wide hips then to her juicy tits before moving to her arms. Slowly and gently she began to help her up. After a few seconds he was able to prop her up so that her face was no longer pressed against the floor. She was now using her arms to keep her up with her ass sticking far out.

With her perfectly balanced, he pressed the bulbous head of his cock against her entrance. The pure heat of his cock was enough to cause her pussy to go into overdrive in creating her nectar which served to lube her up. He slowly invited himself into her damp folds and it only took him a few moments to get accommodated to the tightness. Saryn on the other hand was sitting on cloud nine. The moment he entered her breathing became huskier, her arms began to wobble and her floodgates exploded violently, shooting an omni-direction string of juices.

Right as he noticed her pussy start to convulse he stopped moving, not wanting to overload her with ecstasy. He waited patiently for her to regain her composure. Soon enough she went still before wiggling her juicy rear. Seeing that as his reason to go he bottomed out in her in one quick movement. He applied more strength to hip, digging deeper, his balls smacking against the underside of her pussy. His groin smashed into her heart shaped ass, causing the doughy cheeks to squish inwardly. The squelching grew louder as the Stalker repositioned himself, allowing himself leverage for drilling her tight pussy even farther.

He ramped up the intensity once again, moving much faster then he had before. Saryn's arms became jelly, and she collapsed back into the floor where she had been at the start of their rut. He savagely fucked her while delivering powerful smacks to her rear he loved so much. Her slit tightened once more, strangling his cock as she was hit with another world shattering orgasm.

He wretched himself out of her dripping snatch. He placed it in between her buttcheeks and began to hump, his tip just barely sliding over her pucker in the process. It only took a few thrust for him to coat her butt and lower back in a shiny layer of cum. He took a step back, and stared at her sweaty, cum soaked body. He turned away before muttering to himself.

"This one will remain...unpunished."

The Stalker left in cloud of smoke, leaving Saryn to lick her wounds and escape. As she limped to the extraction point many thoughts raced through her mind, the fact they she had made it out alive relatively unscathed. In fact she came out feeling a tiny bit better, however she knew that next time that she came in contact with the Stalker it would be a much different outcome. One that made her very...very...excited.