One step into a street that once was the home of the best restaurants of the entire planet.
But then?
A sizzling was caught on by his superhuman ear, and he was quick enough to duck before the rifle of his enemy failed to get his head.
There were snipers on the end of the street, and some markswoman on the buildings around him.
To protect himself he grabbed a crashed car, and brute-forced one of its doors out to use as a shield from the incoming bolts of plasma.
His eyes peered everywhere, noting that there were about twelve snipers out there.
That would be too much for someone who only had an Assault Rifle, even him.
He could try and enter a building and take them out one by one using his advantage in close-quarters combat, but that would be too smart for this story.
So instead, he focused in thinking, how could he defuse this situation?
How could he defeat these hordes of sharpshooters that were surrounding him?
If he just shot at them he risked being killed himself.
And if he died, he would be dead, which meant that he couldn't kill more Covvies nor Thel'Vadamee. So it was obviously not desirable. Also because if he was dead, he wouldn't be alive, and wasn't good either.
So what could he use to make them stop firing?
What was the thing they would drop their arms, or let their guard down for?
He had nothing from their gods.
He didn't know how to speak Covenantesse.
But... He did know of one thing they do loved.
Human men.
He dropped the car door, which was basically just a puddle of molten metal at this point.
It was about a kilometer before the end of the street; but he was sure that they would see thanks to their sights how he pointed to his helmet.
And of course, they stopped firing.
He couldn't see their reactions, but his soul was screaming with pain as it knew that they were rejoicing at the mere insinuation that he was about to delight them with his Christian self.
Every inch of his body struggled to obey the orders of his body, feeling betrayed as he was about to leave behind everything he stood for in order to progress with his holy mission.
Struggling, he slowly disposed of his helmet.
Feeling the breeze of a planet that wasn't glassed he left out a single tear as his head was naked, free for the enemy to see.
Perfect jaw, scarred face, freshly trimmed beard, oily yet firm faintly blonde hair, and eyes that screamed of a professional-duty-driven life, all decorated with a pair of hydrated, somewhat heart-shaped pinkish lips.
His ears were tortured by the screeching scream of the climax of a Jackal sniper that saw him, followed by similar echoes of pleasure.
Degraded, but knowing that now he had free leeway, he began walking forward, towards the site where the reactor was probably located now that his foes were numbed by his act.
Because remember, it is not mindless killing, it is killing to find a reactor, blow up a ship, bring the attention of Thel'Vadamee and then kill her. And of course, evade all temptations of being fucked along the way.
Also, he needed to go fast, so this was pretty much the only way, if he got bogged down in combat he would have to face what armor the Covenant had here. And while yeah, he was a Spartan, there is no fucking way he was going to do much shit with only an assault rifle against like five thousand enemy warriors before they surrounded him and forced him to breed.
So he did the walk of shame, as fast as he could without enticing aggressiveness from his foes.
The Jackals called their fellow lance members, and soon he was being cheered upon by hundreds of Covvies, standing on windows, or the sidewalks of the street, calling him names, throwing their battle-net numbers for him to add them; or just flashing at him.
But he just looked forward, letting these enemies lust him while he just proceeded, helmet in hand, and his eyes resisting the tears that were supposed to come with this humiliation.
All until the aliens decided that they didn't have enough of him, and thus began approaching, leaving their places as mere viewers, and beginning to round him up as he kept walking towards the building that had the reactor on its lower levels.
He didn't even listen to what commentaries they made to him, their cat calls, their overly long descriptions of how they would worship his cock.
Enduring through all, he finally reached the steps to the entrance of what once was a subsidiary of 'Reactores baratos de Mister Juan', the provider of all Fusion and Fission-related equipment in the sector.
And there, the aliens lost themselves to their urges.
One Sangheili Major got in front of him, placed a hand on his right shoulder and with the other she showed him a condom package that was obviously pricked.
Her mandibles were shaking, and so were her legs; her breathing was heavy, and her eyes shifted between the Chief's armored crotch and his eyes.
"Come on human, just a quick fuck, please?"
There was hope in her voice, her flawless English obviously proof that she was willing to go beyond the call of duty in order to get her needs satiated.
A Drone Captain Major began flying over the Chief, taking photos of him.
And a pair of Jackals just couldn't deny themselves the opportunity to lick the armor of the Chief clean.
He could've endured this if they just let them continue forward, but they were blocking his way.
Worst of all though...
One gentle Sangheili minor had disposed of her entire armor and clothes, leaving her how the devil itself brought her into this forsaken existence.
Her hourglass figure would've incited every human to copulate with her. Maybe it was the pheromones she let loose to the air around him. Maybe it was her ample hips that screamed "Put a child on me", or her breasts that were perfect for either pleasure, comfort, or breastfeeding. It all called for the most primal feelings of the Chief.
It was the apex of Sangheili civilization.
This again was a threat to his virgin self, and he could endure it.
Yet she approached him, her scaly but attractive skin meeting with his, and she kissed his cheek, marking her mandibles on his skin as she left a damp mark of her saliva filled with disgusting alien love and devotion for the opportunity to have him as a husband.
And then, she took his left hand, and moved it to her breasts, pushing it deep into her bubbly meat, moaning lowly as she forced him to grip her femininity.
She turned to look at him, expecting a faint smile, and something that led her to believe that he saw her as a potential mate, that this enigmatic, but clearly powerful human could be hers to populate this galaxy with.
Instead, she saw pure hatred, his teeth gritting, eyes red with anger, every muscle on his body was tense, waiting for the opportunity to cause mayhem.
Not only has this heretical heathen tainted his body.
She had made him feel the flesh of his worst enemy.
Hornyness.
He lost it.
In a minute he was surrounded by nothing but dead bodies.
All except the one Sangheili that tainted him, she left her there to be defiled by what humans needed to relieve themselves. She would never taste the happiness of being a wife, a mother, only to serve as a cumrag for the very men they sought to control.
And he entered the building knowing that there would be worse menaces ahead.
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Thel'Vadamee saw this whole ordeal happen with the utmost contempt.
Not only had she confirmed that this human was attractive.
She had seen him reject and degrade the most beautiful Sangheili woman there was.
She had once again seen him prove that he was the strongest being in this system.
And now he was trapped in a building he could flood with the elite of her forces, and see if his resolve was greater than her might.
Plus, she already had a plan on how to get him for herself... For research purposes.
If she could stop a force of nature like this one, then she would have no problems destroying the UNSC's best efforts.
"Supreme Commander," - One of her companion Zealots spoke. - "do we ask for an orbital bombardment?"
As refreshing as it was hearing someone actually use her brain instead of her uterus, she didn't want to do that.
Not only because there were still a lot of her women and their human mates there; and a fight occurring in the other half of the city. But because of course, that would kill her prey.
"It won't be necessary, whatever this human is searching for, we might find interesting to see; and, after all, wouldn't you want to see what a human like this can do?"
Surprised at her leader's reaction, the Zealot asked. - "Miss, are you implying that you will choo-"
"No, shut up, just focus."
And of course, she would never accept it, not in front of her women at least; because she herself hadn't come to terms with what her curiosity extent to.
"It is our duty to conquer these filthy beings, bring them to fold, the Hierarchs demand their seed to breed with more of the Covenant to end this human civilization by enslaving them to our needs."
Her explanation was solid.
If you ignored that the Prophets had sold themselves to their human harems; and that this war was more about conquering human colonies to make them into human farms where to get living dildos that is.
Or that human women were demonized so hard that they were killed on sight by the more zealous members of the Covenant, and any human man dead was mourned like they had lost a family member.
Seriously, she had problems organizing her army because any push into human positions devolved into hunts for cock. She couldn't even fathom how this were back at home; where entire civil wars were being fought in certain sectors and planets for the pair of humans they had received from the Hierarchs.
Worse, defection to the human side was something that up to this point had happened in every fleet save for hers; another proof that even her mindless horny soldiers were above the level of desperation of the rest of her compatriots.
And god if she didn't want to try and see why for herself now.
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The reviews of fellow schizos (Please leave more, I feel lonely):
-AJ: You'll need an entire church and a bishop for this.
-Victorius 345: Both, the Chief hates Thel'Vadame with all of his soul, but Vadamee is too smart for him and wants to taste his dick.
The flood was obviously obsessed with ancient humanity and thus they invaded them first; because Precursors named humanity the inheritors of the mantle as a way to have them subservient to Precursorussy and that evolved into the Flood's mentality. No Ancient Humanity men were converted into the flood for that exact same reason, they were used as perpetual sources of seed.
The Human-Forerruner war was actually because Forerruner men were too tired of being cucked again and again by the Perfect humans that stole all of their women. The Librarian was obviously a BHC (Big Human Cock) lover and the Didact a Beta cuck male.
God I can barely fucking write without laughing at how stupid this is. Thank you for fueling this stupid shit.
-Icbjs: I don't know if you really think that or you just want some smut that doesn't treat itself seriously enough to actually have a kinky shit scene and just satirizes everything, but I love you nonetheless.