Before him laid one teenage boy.
Barely sixteen given his muscular mass and complexion.
He had dark skin, but his horrible teeth gave out that he was of British ancestry.
He rested on the ground, in the middle of the street.
He had been executed.
The reason?
Ends up, he was one of the brace souls that opposed this debauchery of alien pussy.
He had died with a picture of the icon of what all human women tried to be, and all men wanted to love: Queen Elizabeth the III, who maintained her beauty since 2131, establishing an unbreakable record that not even her great-grandma was able to even get near to.
He held that standard, to demoralize the invader.
On his other hand laid an old gun, probably of stockpiles from the wars of the 2300s; that he would've used to protect himself and his peers from the aliens.
This young man had died out of bleeding, per his dick had been torn off.
But he died with a smile.
It was the pride of having resisted the unending horde.
Pride that was shared by the tens of young men and women that also lay lifeless in the middle of what once was a bridge connecting two halves of a city that now was on the hands of the invader.
Or at least, one half was, per he had gone in a rampage to clean it; and was now faced with this.
They had barely killed a dozen covenant members, if you ignored the masses of Grunts that of course threw themselves to any dick they saw.
Yet it was another sign, that there was resistance to these invaders, that the unbreakable spirit of humanity itself still stood strong even in these times.
And that filled the Chief with determination.
His hands moved to close the eyes of the fallen, and then he turned to face what he was against now.
It was a Wraith, along with two Elites, ten Grunts, Four jackals, and one Brute Chieftain.
"Human! Identify yourself! Are you male or female!?" - Asked the leader of this detachment.
She was like the other Brutes she had killed. But she obviously smelled the scent of death incarnate on the Chief.
She should be fearful of the avatar of justice; but she instead was aroused by the power that he extruded into sheer destruction to these aliens.
Her nipples were erect, almost snapping through her armor; and her loins were damp, outright leaking lubricating liquids. Her body had almost surrendered itself to the mere presence of the Chief.
He didn't reply, instead, he took the handgun the young boy had used, and leered at the Chieftain.
Her heart began pumping so much blood at the knowledge that she was being observed by her target; that she almost got rid of her clothes and jumped to enslave herself to this human's cock; if it had one that is.
And the revelation was too much for her to handle.
"I am a Man, a huMAN."
His voice was so deep, so full of resolve, of will; that she creamed herself and fainted as the words conquered her ears.
Those under her lead were under a similar trance, they crossed their legs, fell to the ground, began masturbating, or tried approaching him while their crotches began flowing with their climaxes.
One particular Jackal was able to cross the fifteen meters between them, her right arm was extended to try and grab him, while the left was occupied on her nethers, as she fingered her heating innards to quell the lust for this human.
Those eyes were full of resolve too, to try and claim this particular human, to have him as a mate, her pupils almost formed hearts out of just how much she desired him.
Tongue out, body shaking, tearing and feeling immense pleasure as she approached him, she uttered something. - "Please, human, fertilize my eggs, I'll be your canary if you want; claim me, fuc-!"
But before she could keep uttering those dammed words he grabbed her head and snapped her neck.
No good Christian, healthy, intelligent, moral, correct, straight, pure, virginal, good-willed, strong, stoic soldier for humanity would ever surrender to such filthy requests.
As her body fell to the ground, the Chief walked past her, his steps making the ground tremble.
The Wraith immediately began firing at him, but the gunner was too numbed because of her own masturbation session to be able to accurately hit him.
In a minute he had killed the horny women, taking advantage of their sorry states, and proceeded to walk into the other half of the city, where he knew a Covvie citadel, and thus their strongest forces other than those inside the CCS overflying the city lay.
Behind him though were those who had survived his carnage.
Not surviving human men, no, they had taken arms and were fighting once again.
But something worse, the one that he was supposed to target, had decided to study him; after all, she had one person to take care of the navy, one of the handful of other people on the Covenant that wasn't lusting for human cock; Rtas'Vadumee.
And so, she was scouting for this particular human, his abilities, his strengths, his weaknesses, his ideals, thoughts and methods.
But after seeing him kill thousands of her women, she felt something strange in her heart.
As if the sight of someone so righteous on his cause, so loyal to his mission, so unburdened by his primal urges... Caused something inside of her.
This man had been confronted by the tightest, cleanest, most loving virginal and lusting pussies of the Covenant; Zealots who threw themselves to court him in the midst of battle; but he had rejected them. While at steps of being raped by a pack of Jiralhanae Amazons, their tits surrounding him, and their claws trying to pry his penis off his armor; he stood strong, and killed them all.
Not even the Lekgolo from killed Hunters were able to even taste a drop of his sweat.
And this man was searching for her.
For her it didn't matter that it was to kill her.
It was something magical.
She felt... Desire, for this one man.
And thus kept true to her overwatch.
Her mind though still was conflicted, she blamed her companions, who were looking at him too, and they were all fingering themselves already, turning their hideouts into femcum-covered remains of the once-living city. She herself didn't want to fall to the dick, and she knew, she could fight the influence of her primal urges.
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Meanwhile, on space, the UNSC fleet was indeed being matched.
Ten Covenant ships had met sixty human ones.
They had to keep range, because even if they had the technological superiority; the human firepower was still too much for their ships.
Rtas'Vadumee had to hold the line now that Thel was pursuing her prey, and the rogue shipmistresses had fucked up.
Five of the Covvies closed into jump into boarding action, all but one were defeated by nuclear minefields.
The one that survived boarded the UNSC Lucky Virgin, a Cruiser whose sides were unlucky enough to be rammed by an enemy CCS.
Given that they had unloaded their entire complements to the planets, they were forced to let the AI man the ship while the crew ran to repel the boarders with what equipment their passengers had left.
They made corridors into kill zones, filled the ship with barricades; but it wasn't enough.
In the main contact point, where the broadsides of the two ships met, one hole was blown, letting one ship pour its innards into the other.
Human soldiers fired immediately, threw grenades, explosives.
But they were endless.
A sea of semen-hungry, plasma throwing, and man-enslaving beasts.
They first sent Drones, which flew right into the human positions and buried them with their bodies, disrupting them enough for the grunts to come, empty their magazines, and let the major species come and smash through the lines.
There were only fifteen hundred humans on the ship; against nearly ten thousand muscular, strong, armored, horny aliens.
Men were pinned to the ground, strip naked, and forced to feel the pressure of the daughters of the Forerruners clenching their sex walls against their cocks; milking them for that human sperm to breed with them; to feel full, loved, to fulfill their need as women.
God bless the Hierarchs that let them go in the hunt for these studs.
The chase was entertaining for them.
Once they broke their main lines, they got to go after the fleeing humans before they arrived to other positions.
Jiralhanae ran, tackled their mates, and used them like meat dildos.
Sangheili liked to engage in combat to see if their chosen humans were effectively good breeding stock for them.
Those men who were either too damaged or had too short dicks for the taste of the superior species were left for the Grunt and Drones, who milked them incessantly.
And any women found there would be forced to see the entire process being done to their crewmates.
Covenant forces called it 'Holy Cuckoldery'
With every cunt filled with human sperm, they rejoiced; and cleaned themselves on the face of the human females.
The Captain of the ship was claimed by the Shipmistress, who forced the man to call her 'Dear' before she laid her putrid hands on him and kissed him before tainting the mind of the man so that he agreed to pump his cock down her folds.
It was such a horrible sight.
The AI of the ship relayed the images of the cameras to the Admiral in charge of the fleet.
It was ultimately decided that they had to be merciful.
So?
Boom.
One Shiva carrying a 30 megaton nuke erased the CCS and the Cruiser from existence, and saved the souls of the dammed that had been assaulted by the enemy in their own ship.
Because such was the horror of war against them.
They had to stay focused, they had to remain strong in the face of the beasts.
God bless them. And all those who denied the Xeno of the cum they search for.
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The reviews from fellow Schizos:
-Victorius 435: I hope that he becomes that, do not let the xeno get close to your crotch, fellow Christian! But we need to have Thel'Vadamee tricking the Chief into sex and then for them to fight in an epic well-choreographed fight that contrasts with everything on this fic and then have someone say some stupid shit about how Chile had a referendum!
-Icbjs: I love you too! And I hope I delivered.
-Hellion 117: And he will! But he will be as stoic and virginal as the Chief, because alien ladies are not ladies! Do not fall for the alien-vagina!
-Hexage: You ask the one above for the gift that only one of the blessed can provide, and so I come and fulfill your desire. Spread the word, that a deranged fuck on fanfiction dot net has finally written the most hideous shit known to man. Go to Shitty Halo Lore and tell them that one of their sons has created a Chimera such that they would be proud like no other father would.
-Emiboss: I will keep it up! I love writing stupid horny shit that damages my worldviews!