A tie between Thel winning, expanding the story, and literally fucknothing; so I'm going to go with my back-up plan.
Thel wins, but with conditions, and they gonna be in space travel, after they do the deed. (Fuck you smallmeme)
Also, fuck you [Redacted]defender, I didn't count your vote because I can forgive humans wanting to fuck furry, alien, or monster women, but not little humans.
So fuck you all, now I feel dirty, this is the first time I write smut without being paid for it. I hope you enjoy it or else I'm going to delete the story and post it on shitty halo lore.
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"Why do you want me at all?"
The question made Thel open her eyes, peering into the human's own, searching for the reason for this question.
"What do you mean?"
She said, all the while her arms kept pushing against his.
"I know you don't just want me to have sex with you, I am not deluded enough to not see that you are rational." - He explained, frowning as he did, knowing that he was betraying his stone morals.
"Is there any goal stronger than to be with your soulmate?" - Her voice was sweet, speaking from the heart, for despite any other reasons, she truly felt that.
"You say that, but you are a Supreme Commander, an Admiral, I am a rifleman. In what way are we similar?"
"You can't fool me. I know a Commander when I see one, you chose this way, you wanted to deliver your justice to your enemy, and you did it, as directly as you could. Just as I was commanding ships, until I saw you."
Her age spoke. She was 52 after all, a real Cougar if it wasn't because Sangheili lived on average three hundred years.
Wisdom that poured into the life of a child born to fight in all known doctrines.
She was right, there was no point in denying it.
They were the same. Only that his species was at war for survival, so his looks were moved to see her as an enemy.
All the while she looked at him as an obstacle to the fulfillment of her own people; and now, as fulfillment for her heart.
They were both the apex of their species', sent to settle their goals, providing a swift victory.
Yet he didn't want to kill him.
And he doubted if he would do it now.
Not because he had lost to the pussy, no. His manhood was still feeling the warm, moist, and loving entrance to her womb. It had no input on his outlook.
Rather, because he would feel empty.
Plus, there was a certain thing now that changed everything.
"Again, why do you want me?"
The real reason why such a woman would want him subdued willingly instead of taken; forced to be a living sex toy.
She resisted the urge to say 'Eight inches', he wanted a true answer.
To test if he was ready for it though, she stopped struggling.
To see if his desire for understanding was bigger than his own inertial conducts.
For a moment, her heart skipped a beat.
The Chief didn't want to accept it, but he nevertheless let himself fall upon the chest of the Alien, his face smothered by her candent skin, pillowed by her breasts, and then surrounded by her arms.
Hell, the tip of his penis was already parting the lips of her untainted slit, one prod away from being outright inside her, but he was too preoccupied to care.
Even if he killed her afterward, he needed to know.
He had never been sought after, at least not by someone who actually was in her right mind. He needed to know why.
Thel smiled, her mandibles soon letting out small clacks that cooed to make her nested Spartan relax in her embrace.
"I want you, because I am a Kaidon, a queen of a State in the home of all Sangheili; and a Supreme Commander personally anointed by all three Superior Hierarchs, on the social hierarchy there is only one woman higher than me, bar the Prophets. Xytan Watinree." - After contextualizing it, she caressed the back of his head with the tenderest movements her hands could make. - "Humanity is a trove of treasure. I never met my father, nor did most of the Covenant. Now we have a way of correnting the sins that have led to this war, we need a figure, someone to stand with so we can change, leaving our lusting prison and making us into the explorers of the cosmos the Forerruners wanted."
"You want aliens to stop having daddy and incel issues?"
To chastise him for calling her people that she smothered him against her more, pressing his ears against her sideboobs. A gift from heaven for you degenerates, but not for a real Christian.
"Please refrain from saying it like that. But yes. If you come with me, you'll be the tool needed to change all of this."
This he had thought of.
He had refused from trying it, but now... He had a real chance.
He would have to sacrifice everything, his identity, his morals, his values, his worth, his fame, his power, and twist the contract with God in order to save his people.
The harshest battles are for the strongest soldiers.
"What will I have to do? I won't just become your slave."
"I never intended that. I still haven't subdued you. Your position shall be of my husband, my equal. I will give you a place to speak to the Covenant, changing it, while you..."
She relaxed her torso, opening up her legs to let her womanhood be totally ready to receive dear love. Only that John refrained from continuing, his hips were locked to not let himself fall even more, despite him being pressed against her.
"Join me, seal our union. I won't force you to follow the same beliefs as me, as long as you act for good."
The Chief still refused, who the hell would willingly fuck an alien? Well, me, but shut the fuck up.
He looked everywhere, looking for advice, a signal.
Instead, he found that the room had been overflowed by members of the Covenant, thousands upon thousands of soldiers looking at his naked self being almost forced to mating-press their Supreme Commander.
Was he going to submit?
Hell no.
Things were going to be done his way.
With a rush of force, he pushed himself upwards, leaving the embrace of the surprised Sangheili Zealot.
He again was covered in exuberant steam of concentrated willpower.
This was his operation to destroy the menace of humanity from within now.
"Wh-" - Thel tried saying, only for the Chief to look at her with a mischievous grin that immediately shut her up.
"You are a heathen that presents me with the opportunity that can save my people."
"I-A-am." - She muttered, feeling suddenly very anxious.
"Do you think that I will willingly become your husband, so that you can do your mild reforms, trying to save face for your antichrist Prophets so that you don't screw over your space empire?"
What did that mean? Was he refusing? She didn't know. But the sudden surge in confidence astonished her.
Her women for once stopped looking at the Spartan's erect penis, turning to instead grabbing their service weapons just in case.
"No. You will be my wife. I will shake the very foundations of the Covenant, turn it into a bastion of paragon women that fear not their lack of companionship for they shall be rewarded with a husband thanks to their faith." - This notion immediately enticed the lusting crew present, they straightened as he looked at them, as if he was their Commander. - "You are still clouded by the teachings of your people, you need a reform, not change. And I'll fuck your brains out to make you realize it."
Thel immediately got up and gasped, not understanding what this meant, was this a signal that they would keep fighting?
No.
With a simple move he pushed her against the crystal of the reactor, her skull impacting it heavily and her throat pressed, choked. She was ready to strike again. Until she felt her legs go up, pressed against the core of the ship, held together by the inhumanly strong arm of her mate.
She couldn't believe it.
Her eyes moved quickly between his pelvis and his face.
One told her that he was going to kill her, the other that he was going to...
Ding!
With one single thrust, his crown lightly kissed her womb.
"I don't care if I go to hell now, I'll do what is right for me to do." - He said while resisting the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that a virginal Paladin felt when tasting the innards of a woman who saved herself for 'em.
She meanwhile had her mandibles open, drooling while her eyes fought for sight against her spasming eyelids. She finally was fulfilling her role was a woman, and his as a man.
Their dear public erupted into cheers for their Commanding Officer, totally forgetting that just above them, countless thousands were dying.
"Shut up!" - Screamed Thel before beginning to pant, as her own weight caused her body to push against his cock, pulsating against her sweet spots that gave her erratic floods of electrical pleasure up her spine. - "Rut me human, show me who is th-!"
Before she could end, he began slowly driving out from her insides, his tip caressing her walls all the way down, eliciting sweet coos from her mouth.
Then, suddenly she felt empty; her walls clasped against each other with nothing in between. She gave him a look that shouted 'Put it in again', but he kept squeezing her throat and looking at her with archness.
Getting dominated? The idea of course was of her liking.
Fuck that tho, this is my fic, you are going to see either the most brilliant woman ever or a literal seething bag of malthusian dreams.
To not get subdued by this sultry human she used that force that rivaled his', her arms extended, her hands quickly pushed two things.
The back of his head to push him, forcing a kiss in which her tongue invaded his mouth, its sheer size causing him to feel how she took a taste of every corner of his self. Making him gasp for air and murmur in pleased surprise intermixed with disgust for the remembrance that this was an alien. After all, her mandibles weren't lips, they were making sure that he didn't move, locking the kiss for as long as she wanted, lest her piercing carnivorous teeth rip him before she could get a fill of the saliva of her human.
And, her other hand made sure that the copulation kept going. Her huge reptilian hands were good to envelop his barely-love-coated cock and caress it for a pair of seconds; felling every groove of his veins, from his clean base to the pulsating tip. Then she slowly slid it right against her lips, which immediately parted, letting him slowly fill her up until her asscheeks were firmly sat on his hips.
Once fully hitting her veil again her legs spasmed, clenching, kicking, toes rubbing until she forced them to surround the body of her dear human.
They both moaned into each other's mouths as they felt this.
John immediately followed his nature, automatically rocking his pelvis back and forth, feeling his manhood being slowly drenched on the juices of a woman being satisfied while her body answered to his contact by clenching in rhythmical order from base to tip, as if to milk him.
A slow, methodical grinding in which they shared a constant kiss only interrupted by the need to breathe, or when John's cock slipped from her ever-lubricated innards because her body sometimes just collapsed when he hit her sweet spot.
Her back was almost breaking the crystal that separated them from impending doom; but their mating had precedence, so they pushed further, causing cracks every time her cervix was assaulted.
To the viewers though...
Despite the position this was the most vanilla sex they had seen.
Even if they had seen it only in porn.
They were both virgins hatefucking each other.
It was almost boring.
Yet they were so desperate that this show of tender love was seen as the ultimate page of the Kama Sutra.
Some were recording this, others were doing unholy actions.
Most though were just looking however they could.
Their eyes were fixated to every movement.
Every time their bodies clashed, the force of their heavy bodies clashing caused ripples in the heavy meat of the legs of the soon-to-be Matriarch, while sweat poured from the human that was obviously exerting himself to the limit, choking the Commander to exalt her sensitivity, lifting her entire body with one hand, and doing most of the movements for she was fighting the greatest demon of all time: Premature climax.
The Chief, having almost total control of his body, having never lusted, knew that the apex of pleasure coming from contact with this Amazon wasn't near.
But she? She had won, in every sense, no matter what, she was going to rise better than before from this, her very soul was intertwined with the concept of exploding in joy.
Every fiber inside of her was moving to make her uterus refrain from melting and just freeing every egg she had for him to fertilize.
When he bottomed out he sometimes wiggled, causing Thel to arch her spine and pant before again planting her mandibles against his mouth to quell her candent throat that ached for some love-fueled screams to demonstrate her sheer pleasure.
His smooth motions eventually became more intense, and quick, moving his body from side to side to rattle her interior in the search for more places where to elicit thousands of waves that invaded her brain and demanded her to cum.
That's when she decided it was enough.
With hammering fists she impulsed herself forward, making the Spartan tremble, falling into the now wet floor of the room, letting her take control.
She was of course bigger than him, no matter how much of a Super Soldier you were, the dangers of the void would always catch up.
Now it was plain to see, her plump body molded to birth Monarchs was not an obstacle, every centimeter of his length was inside of her.
Her bosom jiggled, her nipples covered in sweat from her lover; crying because they weren't able to produce milk as her mate still hadn't made a mother out of her.
Her arms now came to pin her human down, keeping him under her weight to make sure that every time she shocked his pelvis with her vagina consuming his manhood in the search for the consumption of their union, causing him to gasp for air as she threatened to break his metal-laced bones every time she bounced on him with her powerful muscles near-breaking his cock: that she was the one claiming him now.
In his eyes, there was the thing that he feared the most, a lusting beast that only wanted seed to procreate. And he was losing it.
Mid-thurst, as her tight walls again coiled around his rigid shaft to work up the surging sperm, she tried to remind him, that this was special.
For a moment she stopped, gasping for air, coughing because her heart demanded for loud, denigrating moans to mark that she was tearing up for how long had she deprived her body from climax.
Of course, she didn't let go of his cock. Not today.
Then she breathed, heavy, placing her hands on the face of his dear John, feeling the warmth of his human skin, his moist self coating her digits with sweat as he surveyed his cheeks with tact.
This was such a precious moment for her.
"Dear, you've made me the haaaaa~ppiest Sangheili ever. No-nghm..."- She took a second to breathe because her insides felt a light twitch of his rod against her core, causing her to again have to fight against the hordes of climaxes she had accumulated until now. - "Tha-hmn-at even the discovery of a living G-oh-od could outshine our union; save for when I finally create life with you. So let'sss..."
To accentuate her point, she frowned and smiled; subtly telling John to prepare for the hardest smash she could provide, one furious and powerful move that devoured his cock in a second after an equally as violent move to free his manhood.
It all was enough to cause the gates to open.
For her at least, this was the apex.
She just came.
Her cervix dilated, letting his prick to come further, the killer walls that would've cut his dick off were spasming, her body stopped working.
His pelvis was suddenly rushed by an explosive stream of lubricant fluids.
Her claws moved to his back to scratch with such ferocity that one would've sworn that she was marking her territory there, dropping blood of her soon-to-be consort in the many cuts she gave him.
It was so much that her eyes rolled up, mandibles opened and tongue came out, causing a small waterfall of saliva to connect her and the Chief's torso as it fell.
Every muscle inside her body was trembling, the sudden rush of hormones and pure joy overcoming their natural fuctioning.
As if it was her nature though, her arms moved from his back, shaking because even them were flooded with the absolute state of pure bliss.
She slowly creeped towards his own limbs, until their palms connected, fingers docked, and nails rested.
Only when that was finished did her back crack because she forced it to contract, making her still overwhelmed face approach his'.
But instead of a heated claim of property of his face, she just gave the purest kiss she could.
Then, she fell down over him, panting. Even her hips only gently rocked him.
He had survived long enough, and come out victorious.
If not because he had to finish the fight.
"Let's end this, together."
His words were honey for the barely conscious Sangheili who easily let herself be moved while her body kept twitching, she smiled despite her mouth and mandibles moving like crazy because she still couldn't scream out of pleasure.
Moreover when this time, she was moved into a real mating press, her heavy calves being moved into his bleeding back, thighs against the ground, body soundly against the floor; and the man over her.
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Two.
Three.
Four.
All slow, methodical, from base to tip, taking its time to probe her sensibility, which was fucked up, every movement was a gift from the Goddess of Lust herself.
When he decided what rhythm was he going to take, he prepared himself, letting his tip rest for a moment.
In no time she lost count of how many times had he pounced inside of her.
Her tits were moved so much she had to grab them, clenching them to not fall unconscious due to the sole fact that her womanhood betrayed her and lashed out climaxes every few seconds.
So much that she had denied her body, and it was being paid off spectacularly.
His measured way to come forward, his time landing only gentle kisses on her cervix every time he came forth was replaced by the sheer force of a human claiming the mother of his children.
He pumped so much that even he forgot that there was a public, all too interested in trying this if they ever were going to get a mate.
Did he care though?
No, the only thing on his eyes was a woman to be bred, to knock her, locking her forever with him, so that they could make such wonderous things.
One of which, was to taste the reason why this act had become the icon of sin.
The climax that he was nearing, that she could feel since the sperm made his already thick phallus ever the more bloated.
His grip on her torso changed, shifting into a way to make sure her arms didn't move so he could have just the way to let all loose directly into her womb.
An all-out hammering proceeded, in which the Supreme Commander's body finally let her owner scream and moan so loud that the strongest Jiralhanae would pale in comparison.
The fuse had been lighted up.
He dammed it all, but there was no going back now.
His mouth quickly met her mandibles, to finally let his tongue invade her out-of-control mouth, twisting her own tongue to play in the last moments before he came.
Inside of her, the seminal liquids that had coated her entire length, parts of her lips and some of her pelvis, were replaced by an onslaught of fresh sperm showers.
She could almost see how she was being filled up thanks to how livid it felt.
This time, her vice-grip muscles acted up to not let a single drop being wasted, causing his prick to remain in place, heating her oven ready to bake a new batch of Kaidons, all the while pumping some leftover swimmers from him.
It took a minute before she knew he was spent, surrendering to the embrace of her breasts and arms again, loudly breathing, groaning with a mixture of fatigue, pleasure, and laughter.
Only after this did they both close their eyes, knowing that the rest of the universe could get invaded for all their cared.
The next thirty minutes were going to be a long rest.
They would surely act later.
But now?
They had to rejoice.
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Rtas'Vadumee decided to retreat.
Not only was the Supreme Commander apparently locked in combat, but the humans had proved successful in their counterattack.
She ordered the Impending Realization to come with them, so they jumped back at Covenant territory.
Soldiers of humanity rejoiced, and those freed, be it single, married with aliens, or spared from punishment from above; celebrated the victory.
But the higher-ups of the fleet knew that there was one massive problem.
117 never contacted after meeting the french woman.
They just prayed, for the best.
Not knowing, that he would forever change the Covenant. From the inside.
Just as he had changed one particular Supreme Commander.
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no revius this time, fuck you:
Also, I hope you enjoyed this shit, I did it, jack to this shit, I don't know; I hate all of you, so I tried my best to give you the most edging shit possible, rambly enough to not be just Corruption of Champions tier coomer shit, but serious enough to get you willing to jack off.
You are all a bunch of schizos and I fucking love you.
I don't know if Imma continue this or make the 40k one, or the pokemon one, or my main story, or leave all of you cucked for my studies, but in any case remember:
The loud house was a good show, not mediocre, not outstanding, it was a solid 7 to 8 out of 10, but Nicktoons are so mediocre that it was seen as a holy grial, but it was written by a pervert that unlike (me) couldn't resist to put his fetish shit onto his creations on a more subtle way; and that he should've just tried making a new season of Kick Buttowski.