One step inside the ship and he already felt heavy.
Not because he was carrying a nuclear reactor that constantly spewed out multiple dosages of gamma rays to him. Because thankfully he didn't believe in radiation and had a bible on his armor's pockets; so it didn't matter.
But because this was probably the only chance they had to get a quick victory in this battle.
In space they pressed on, trying to get a victory against Rtas' stalwart defense. While on land, their marvelous opening move had let them progress en-massé.
All under the threat of a single move by the Supreme Commander, whose face still hadn't shown itself on the system.
The UNSC feared that she might've leading reinforcements.
Thus he needed to bait her, the ordained son of the Forerruners had to fall into his arms so that they fought, and he killed her for good; even if that meant blowing the ship with him inside.
His death would mean that the only force known to them to be able to resist whoring themselves into human service would be leaderless.
If they could break the spearhead of the Covenant, they might be able to put in service all of the captured tech; and be able to make the Covenant concede a ceasefire.
The entire war could be decided by this mere moment.
So when he saw the women of the Covenant surrounding him on this storage bay; he gave them a choice.
In this deployment he had already learned how to deal with these beasts.
"Get on your knees and open your mouths." - He ordered, on his monotonous but still rage-fueled voice.
Of course, they didn't do it, they had been instructed well to endure the solicitation of humans who knew how to deal with them. But they doubted if to follow his words or not for enough time to let him prepare to fight.
Surprisingly though, besides him, Thel was crouched, hands on her armored thighs and was looking at him while her (totally human) mandibles were open, letting him peer into her throat and how saliva drenched every part of her inner walls.
It called him, her humid breath coming quickly elicited something hard inside of him.
Her lusty gaze, with those heavy eyelids, she was tacitly telling him to make her gag on his humanity.
But he dismissed it as french debauchery. As it always was with these kinds of people.
His eyebrows tilted inside his helmet and thus she understood that this wasn't the moment to do that.
The soldiers of the Covenant then had no other option to begin firing.
Ten grunts, five jackals, four elites and six brutes.
First was the reactor being thrown at Mach 1.5 against the now-lifeless body of a grunt.
Then, heading against the heaviest contenders, he ran, pushing himself against the grav-hammer of a brute to redirect their struggle to shield himself against the plasma bolts of the covvies.
Thel had to use her plasma rifles to quickly dispatch the lower-ranked troops and then move into those who could give them trouble.
She was pained to have to fight her own troops, but it was that or risking the Spartan knowing about her secret.
They both were quick, quicker than any of them, not only because of their armors but their sheer reaction times.
Every time they were going to smash the Chief, he was able to go to the side, lashing out a whipping kick to break the bones of what zone he impacted.
The Mjolnir could endure hits, thankfully, that let him give his back to the enemy, plasma smashing into the titanium while he was breaking skulls.
The armor of a Supreme Commander, a Zealot, was enough to contend against the strongest machination of humanity, even if it paled in sheer utility.
What couldn't hold itself on a battle though, was precisely what Thel didn't want to lose.
She engaged in a flurry of punches against a Sangheili minor that tried to slash her with an energy sword.
Her rival was utterly outmatched, downright dominated. But she managed to throw one punch, directly at Thel's right temple, shaking her head. And most importantly...
Her Berét fell out.
She recovered quickly, and delivered a simple bolt of plasma down her head to silence her forever.
Dirty, a sinner, she had spilled blood of her sisters to stop this menacing human.
And now her disguise got destroyed; for a Jackal shot at the ground where it laid and then lunged at her before realizing who she was.
Before that gal could utter her name in surprise, she snapped her neck.
So she was left standing in the middle of the bay, not as a French woman, but as Thel'Vadamee again.
All the while the other guarding soldiers fell to the hands of her human hunter.
When he was about to look at her in order to know how had she fared against the Covvies, she had to improvise.
"Don't look back!"
He got stopped in his tracks, but he still needed a complete answer, she might need help.
"I-... I'm topless."
This immediately made the Chief block his armor so he never looked back.
He would never look at the breasts of a woman like that before at least telling her that he loved her.
Thus he just went to catch the reactor, walking then to the door leading to the main vein of the cruiser.
"It would be better if you stay here. There's too much danger ahead."
Nah, she wasn't going to lose him at this point. - "I still need your seed."
His hand clenched, breaking part of the fuselage of the reactor.
"I need to bait Thel'Vadamee into fighting me, she probably already knows I'm on the ship. I need to be near the engines of this vessel; and you can't be risking yourself."
"Let me follow you to the engines of the ship. Then, let me cure myself while you wait." - She pleaded, desperate.
The Chief couldn't fathom his skin being tainted by female touch again. Nor could he fathom not aiding a fellow human, any death that could be avoided, he should protect.
He nodded, following the trail soon after.
Thel immediately ordered the ship to remain calm, to not engage against the Spartan.
That way they both walked down the road with no interruptions. Her heart was racing, she knew she couldn't fool him without the Berét, yet there she was, right behind him.
Her respiration suddenly got rushed, making the Chief walk faster, not wanting to lose any minute, fearing that her life was slipping out of her body.
In some minutes they were on the core of the ship, where the massive Pinch-Fusion reactor lay, where most of the ship got its energy.
It flared in a beautiful faint fellow.
He was mesmerized by the realization of what humans were going to strive for in order to finish the fight one day.
These moments of deliberation let Vadamee think.
She couldn't hide it.
He wouldn't see her in another way.
This was her last chance, then, they would have to be enemies, even if she succeeded.
"Hey..." - She pried for his attention.
"Yes?" - He replied while crouching to prepare the reactor.
"It is time."
The Chief got his helmet off, getting some of the weird-smelling air that permeated the room. It smelled like a meth lab. Though of course I've never been in one, I make nitroglycerin to make rockets, what kind of deranged fuck do you think I am? I browse on /k/, not on /x/.
"It is our duty as humans, to fight until the end."
With one last touch, he had prepared the reactor for a meltdown on command.
"Yet this is my fight. You should just be on UNSC custody, they can treat you. I'm sure."
"They can't."
"Why not?" - He asked while getting up.
"Because it is only you that can quell it."
"As much as I am flattered, I won't taint you, nor will I risk my pact with the one above."
"So be it."
As he turned to face her, he discovered that there was no french woman no more.
There was only one figure. That of Thel'Vadamee.
Not only her but her naked self.
Her leathery skin, covered by a fine liner of sweat that marked her figure, scales on her abdomen forming a carapace to protect her womb; and the scars that only the select daughter of the Hierarchs could have.
How? Where was the human?
"John, I am sorry. You will be my mate, one way or the other."
She assumed a form for battle copied from humans, legs separated, in angle, with her legs flexed.
"You show yourself like the demon has brought you."
"My soul has claimed yours as its eternal companion; you are not only strong, but dedicated, you are a force of nature like me; kindred spirits destined to be united."
"Words of a paganistic heathen. I am a benedict son of God, untainted by the desire of flesh, lust or gluttony of mortal pleasures. There is no soul that can be united in marriage in that carcass of a body."
"I am the symbol of Sangheili stalwartness, but you made me into someone that wants only one thing, you, not other Spartans, you, John. No human woman can withstand the force you hold while being as pure as you; but me."
"How can you say that, when you are naked in front of me, showing me how you are drenched in your own lubrication, ready to fornicate like a dammed animal?"
"For I am showing you my barest self. Not armor in which to hide or protect me; I will win over you, and claim you, make you see that it is love that manifested in you that fuels me. If you win, it is because you indeed are without equal, and I had never the opportunity to betroth you."
Was he going to be less than an Alien?
Had he got to act with honor?
What would God say?
Accept her request?
Holy fuck yes, you stupid son of a bitch, only a pussy fights with power armor against an unarmed opponent. Unless you're fighting demons that is.
He disposed of his armor quickly.
Steam blew off from his body. Hate and concentrated faith left his skin or remained deep in his core.
His stance was like that of Muhammed Ali himself, his body apollonian, marked with the bruises of countless battles.
Fists white with lack of blood due to how clenched they were.
Every inch of his being was filled with the need to fight. As so was hers.
Adam himself would look to how one of his sons had managed to come so far, praising his seed for eliciting the biggest defender of Mankind.
The elder spirits of the Sangheili accompanied their firstling daughter, the only one that professed real stalwartness, that didn't surrender itself to the first show of power coming at her and strived for more so that only a peer might match her and produce offsprings that would conquer not the stars, but existence itself.
"There is a Final decision we must all take.You managed to fool me. But I decided to lash out the pure justice of Mankind upon you, I hope that you show me your own resolve!"
"This entire war is because of the Covenant's lack of men, it wouldn't happen if we were so desperate. So after finding you, after twelve years of conflict, what would you expect but for me to follow my heart, and claim you as my Kaidon, the king consort whom shall accompany while I change the Covenant from within!"
"God created a Man and a Woman, not a Man and a Sangheili, our destinies are without you, and thus you shall be forsaken while we discover the stars."
"Let's prove that. John."
"I agree. Thel."
They both ran at each other.
The fight was being recorded, all screens on the system broadcasting it.
The first set of punches was the Chief managing to hit the side of Thel, while she struck at his right temple.
Next, the Chief tried cracking her knee with a forward kick, only for her to send her own.
Her alien physiology dominated, her heavy legs that sustained her heavy, sultry yet formal and feminine form were more powerful than the human limb.
She used the momentum to jump at him, hitting with a hammering strike of her fists.
He rolled and managed to fit inside her arms, hiding his head in her ample bosom, letting his short hair touch her scaly breasts.
This shocked her, leaving her vulnerable to a sweeping kick that made her tumble. This, followed by a sideways strike meant that she fell to the ground.
Quickly moving to evade further retaliation she ended up against the Pinch-fusion reactor.
Just as the Chief came with a thunderous kick that almost broke the crystal that separated them and the waves of plasmatic hydrogen.
She took a moment to admire the form of this human, not only his primary sexual features, but how his muscles tensed, how he arched his body so that his attacks were piercing. He was a hunter.
But so was she.
Thel gyrated over her legs to lash out a hit with her left forearm.
With a loud thud, it impacted the Chief's defenses, who tried to then take a hold of her arm.
She instead twisted her body to rotate and get a good hook on him.
He was obviously being faced by a worthy adversary.
But Halsey raised no sissy.
With a jump he drove his instep squarely in her mandibles, crashing against her teeth and causing her brain to shake.
Next, he used the leverage of her arm to throw her to the ground.
There he began struggling for dominion.
Her arms were huge, but he could press his muscles just in the right way to cause her to be overcome by his strength.
Both were gasping, sweating, bruised.
But neither was going to bode.
She clawed his skin, and he bit her scales.
They were left one above the other countless times, their skin almost uniting.
It was only then, in the middle of their struggle, that the Chief felt his manhood being drenched.
His pelvis was aligned with hers.
She noticed this too.
They both interchanged looks while their arms pushed their rival's.
With every movement, they felt each other.
Their very nature was fighting against them, blood was being diverted elsewhere.
In a minute of constant flexing, the Chief's dick was fully prepared for when his body surrendered to just get inside her welcoming body.
She could almost taste victory, even in defeat.
This wasn't the way though, she clenched to make it so his member only prodded against her femininity. Focusing instead of forcing him to concede.
John had to win, if Thel died, he would never have a peer again, he would be left alone, forever, but victorious so he could drive human efforts to win.
Thel needed to win, if John was with her, she could change things for good, change the deranged ways of the Covenant, and finally have a perfect husband.
Yet only one could win from this lock of arms.
One had to drive the punch to knock the other.
Or maybe, just maybe, the Chief would capture her.
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But that's a thing for you fuckers to decide.
Fuck you, the first review chooses.
A) The Chief wins. (Good ending for the UNSC [You might not get a sex scene])
B) Thel wins. (Good ending for the Covenant [You'll get a sex scene]
C) The Chief lets her live. (And maybe this shit gets a continuation after a time skip [You might get a sex scene])
D) Surprise ending. (Fuck you)
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revius:
1) Victorius: I still didn't get what the actual fuck did you just say. I still love you. Also I watched it but I instead downloaded TF2C and sprayed goblin porn sprays on some servers and befriended some guys that thought I was based. Thank you mate.
2) TheBigMeme: I want to be like him (In reality I want to be an ODST and win myself a Swordmistress GF after we fight each other to death and she takes me to her planet). Also I love you.
3) ICBJS:
-Aight
-Then choose the ending :C
-Just average schibabblery, more graphic depictions of intercourse, and a much better Imperium that changes to combat the horny horde, with the Big E fighting off the rape beast. Also, a lot of Eldari getting cucked. Just imagine the baalbudy shit.