This here is a gift for Mothrianna that I wrote which thrusts her sona into a very difficult situation in a little Halo crossover. She's approved the text ahead of posting as properly representative of her character, and the most up-to-date version is being used for reference as of this release. Merry Christmas, everyone! And enjoy~

Thanks to my Patrons for making this possible:
Co-Conspirator: Jcotton
High-Riding Nerdosaurs: Murtaugh & KaousuShin
Fifth-Degree: Worth the Tanuki aka The Mediator
Nerd Club Dinos: AbsoluteZero, Drevulux, & MIMI

And a special thanks to Mothrianna herself for being an inspiration, a great friend, and an enthusiastic force in all things creative. The way she brings my characters to life through her art is deeply appreciated in ways I couldn't express without simply returning the favor, and that is why I simply had to write something for Noctura. She's a stacked snack of a character, too, and a total delight to write for. Barrum'ai is owned by myself in so far as he's a Halo OC, Noctura belongs to :iconmothrianna:, and Halo is owned by Microsoft.

Noctura was a simple, kind hermit: that was why she took the nickname of a harmless insect: Moth, and abandoned the ways of her family. Though she was a powerful witch, she had no desire to harm nor dominate others with her magic.

As such, she wasn't prepared for what had come for her, for her whole planet.

Magic had turned away the smaller ones, simple suggestions twisting their minds to make them look elsewhere. Yet, when the tall and sleek sangheili came, no spells could reach them. Noctura's magic dissipated against a barrier of energy projected by their armor.

"Heel, my pet." Soft cyan fur shimmered in the comfortable light as Noctura turned her bright red eyes toward that deep, commanding voice, the navy blue skin of her soft belly and breasts being exposed to him as she did. This bedchamber was her new home, for the time being. Surrender had been her only option for survival, but she still hesitated at this latest command, watching her captor intently.

Swordmaster Barrum'ai stared back with his amber-gold eyes, a stern spread on his four mandibles, showing hints of his many sharp teeth. His grey skin had a leathery sheen, with a slight shine to it, but was interrupted by the creases of his defined muscles and battle scars. He was not in armor on his return to his chambers, as he often roamed the ship without it when out sparring. He held a purple robe in his left hand, and a loincloth hid his crotch, but he was otherwise fully exposed.

Noctura pulled spouts of alien blood from her exposed assailants, throwing twisting maelstroms of explosive spell-bombs at the athletic Swordmaster, but his golden armor shifted away with grace before her strained eyes. His energy shields barely sparked from glancing hits, his two-pronged blade slicing a path through her cottage walls like so much paper so he could keep ahead of her.

A cleft hoof slammed into the floor with measured force, Barrum'ai's voice booming more sternly. "I said 'heel,' girl!"

"Yes! Sorry, Master." 'Swordmaster' to everyone else, for his mastery of blades; just 'Master' to her, whom he owned and dominated completely, or so he had informed her when she was captured. She wasn't intelligent nor informed enough in the ways of their technology to understand why they seemed to her to be speaking in her native language, but they all knew it worked perfectly well: she could not play the fool and get away with it. The fact that they were likewise confounded by her magic was likely why she was the personal plaything for the greatest Swordmaster in the fleet, separated from the rest of the prisoners who were being ravaged and molested by horny alien males of many shapes and sizes.

Noctura slid her naked body from the large bed she had been sitting on to no purpose until that moment, rushing quickly to Barrum'ai's side. He stood a good two heads taller than her even with his serpentine neck bent forward into a relaxed position, and she stared up at him apologetically. She thought she could bewitch him if she tried hard enough, even though she felt weak after her battle, and even though she could not feel the flow of fresh magic on the ship, but his stern gaze seemed to promise that she would fail to control his mind, that his will would not allow it.

Further still, how could she survive without his protection now? How could she avoid the wrath of his peers were he to come to harm? Fighting now would be suicide.

He tossed his robe at her in disdain and she snatched from the air just before it covered her face, straightening it out and hanging it on a hook near the door. Barrum'ai was already at the bed by the time she did all that, and he was beckoning her again. Though Noctura wasn't an expert on their physiology by any means, she had the sense that there were no females onboard the ship; it would explain why they were so keen on enjoying their female prisoners. Knowing what she had to do to survive, the hybrid responded to her new Master instantly this time, soon next to him by the bed.

The Swordmaster hummed his approval and she was handed his loincloth, which she carried to a small case near the armor stand, the robe not far from there. Then, she was back. "Kneel." Came the next command, and she followed that one too. Her tits bounced as she swiftly went to her knees and bowed her head, looking down at his powerful, digitigrade legs as he stepped toward her.

Her snout was against his slit then, the very tip of his red cock poking out, and the smell of his maleness hitting her hard with every breath. Her vision was filled with his abs and crotch, and a hand that could grip her from three directions at once held her head, keeping her in place. "Service me." His voice was firm, demanding, yet calm. She hesitated, the stench of his sweat from the recent sparring still lingering after his quick military shower, and it combined with his potent musk to make her mind spin. "Are you too stupid to understand, female?"

His insult came with a dangerous tone, and she licked him as he was talking, hoping to preempt his anger. He shuddered, gripped her skull, and expanded further out of his sheath against her lips. She wouldn't die here, not for her pride, so she opened her mouth for him, feeling his warm cock slide past her lips and settle over her tongue. "Mmm..." She hummed in apology around his dick, flicking her ears back as she gazed up at him, a clear sign of her submission. Her tongue lapped at his flesh until he filled her maw so completely that she could only slide her tongue along the bottom of his dick, which poked at her throat as he reached full mast inside her.

"Better." He said, beginning to move his hips at a relaxed pace, pushing her face in to meet his thrusts. His alien cock was long, elegant in shape, almost serpentine like his neck. The tip felt relatively thin as it pressed into her throat, but it tapered out into a thick beast of hot maleness, and the girth was all the more intimidating further along. Noctura was going cross-eyed staring past her snout at the length that had yet to enter her, shuddering at the thought of trying to take it all. Barrum'ai's prick felt like it was at least fourteen inches in length, accounting for what she'd yet to take, and she gagged on him as he slid into her throat again and again.

"Gllg..." Her cheeks burned from her debasement, but she would endure it. If she refused her new Master, her circumstances would only worsen. His musk and virile taste were strong, and having his cock in her mouth for so long was starting to make her vision blur as she lost her focus, feeling as if she were in a trance. "Gggk!" Yet, she kept gagging on him as he tried to go deeper, and in her unfocused daze her teeth grazed his sensitive flesh.

"Insolent, pathetic witch!" Realizing her error, Noctura snapped back to full alertness, turning her gaze up only to find his previously free hand descending to her face to close over her snout. She could no longer breathe through her nostrils, and his grip on her head tightened further as he choked her on his cock. "Cover your teeth!" She complied brainlessly, too afraid to think. Her soft lips curled over her teeth, protecting his cock from them, and the pressure of his girth fucking her mouth gave the pain of her sharp teeth to her instead.

"Nnnggll..." She groaned around him and gagged again as he got in deep, but he forced himself further anyway, her throat desperately attempting to clear the obstruction subconsciously while she consciously did nothing to stop him. He'd already bested her in combat and she was his to claim, suffering for her failures as he throbbed in her throat. Her soft flesh squeezed him tightly with each gag, the next weaker than the last as her body gave in to his supremacy. She couldn't breathe. All she could do was taste his cock and feel its size within her. She was on her knees at his feet, and mindlessly sucked on his dick when her throat finally gave up.

Just as she was feeling lightheaded from being so thoroughly choked, he released her nose and gripped her head with both hands. He pulled his hips back and she sucked in a breath through her nostrils when she had the space, before he cut her airways off again with his mighty thrust. "Be still and happy, witch. You serve an agent of the Gods now." With the barrier of her soft lips, he fucked her face mercilessly, each smack of his firm groin into her snout causing pain to surge through her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she was abused by his lack of restraint, and her saliva splashed out messily as wet sounds filled the room.

"Aaah! Yes, this suits you perfectly. Swallow all you can, female!" Her face was pressed firmly forward, his cock buried deeply in her throat and her snout scrunched against his groin. "Rrruuuh..." His alien sigh reached her twitching ears as she started to swallow around him in time with the pulses she felt in his flesh, his ejaculate coating her throat as it slid down further into her. Each swallow pulled it further in as he finished in her, his load settling down in her stomach. In spite of how roughly she was treated, she managed to keep pace with him, and each surge of cum was swallowed down to join the rest until there was no more to drink, Barrum'ai slowly pulling out of her with a pleased warble.

"Hah! Ah…" Noctura squeezed her eyes shut, shuddering beneath the Swordmaster and hacking fruitlessly. His seed was already within her belly, and she didn't dare spit what little she could cough up off of her tongue, merely collecting herself and quietly swallowing it again.

"Thank me for that gift, girl." As he spoke his commanding words, his deep voice was softer than she was expecting from recent experience, and his fingers ran gently through her luscious blue hair. She opened her eyes in response, looking up meekly. The way he stroked her head caused her to bend her back, pushing her round breasts further forward for him to gaze down at, her own eyes tracing over his chest and abs, coming back to him when she saw his gaze return to her face. She frowned slightly, but his expression was patient, his cock beginning twitch back to hardness. "Say it."

"Thank you for fucking my throat." The words came out simply; mechanically. It seemed to be enough for him. His grip tightened on her hair and he began to pull her up from it at a careful pace, guiding her. He was slow enough for her to avoid serious pain by following along, pushing herself up until she was again on her feet.

The alien invader was upon her, his energy shields flaring against her jacket, starting small fires on the clothing. A magical blast crackled over the handle of his energy blades, causing both to stutter out, neutralizing the weapon. Then, his firm knee slammed up into her abdomen, stunning her and throwing off her next spell. "Pathetic!" He roared in her face, backhanding her across the cheek. His shields weren't up as she hadn't been able to attack, so she only felt the blunt force and the cool metal, her beautiful face unmarred by the possible fires. It seemed like he planned it that way, taking her down meticulously, like she was a prize to be claimed more than an equal opponent.

"That's a good girl." His compliments were logically a debasement, positioning her as his belonging, a mere thing to be controlled: his pet. Yet, his voice was so calm and comforting that she couldn't help feeling pride from eliciting his words. The feeling was dangerous, but did she really have the choice to resist? How would that help her endure her new lot in life? "Come. It is time for a proper union. Your reward for doing so well."

"Yes, I… Thank you, Master." He hummed in approval at her unsolicited response, and placed a hand on her hip, the other still playing with her soft hair. Emboldened by his positive response, she spoke again, trying to distract herself from the dark thoughts of acceptance in the back of her mind. "I'm very new to all of this, Master. Are you?"

He chuckled and shook his head, guiding her with his gentle touch and moving her to the side of the bed. "No, pretty girl, I am not. Do not fret: I will show you what to do." So, he slowly pushed her down, and she fell onto her back, her limbs splayed out on the bed. Her soft boobs and thighs jiggled as she shifted up the bed to make room for her Master, the warrior following after her. She gave a questioning look down as he positioned himself above her, his cock hanging above her hips, and she spread her legs for him. He nodded in response, lining himself up with one hand.

Noctura felt the point of her attacker's thighguard dig at her soft belly, his body bearing down on her. Her pliable, feminine skin was not pierced, the point of the gleaming golden armor being moved aside as he noticed its position, protecting her even as he defeated her. "You are mine, witch!" She conjured another orb of power, pulling it between her fingers and feverishly muttering the verbal component to the incantation. Before she could throw it forth, his hand squeezed her wrist, hard.

"Aaaah!" She screamed, her spell falling apart in her hand. His strength broke her resolve, and again when he punched her in the belly. He was hitting her with measured strength, enough to wind her and end her resistance, but not so much that she would bruise. He was showing her that she was outclassed. Contrasting her simple clothes against his gleaming armor, the golden pieces sleek and accenting the elegance of his body, she began to realize that really was outclassed. He was breathtaking. Magnificent.

"You are beaten. Your heretical powers or useless against a true warrior. A female as finely shaped as you has no business fighting, whether you possess witchery or not."

One of his subordinates approached, clasping his left hand over the bright blue armor he wore, denoting his much lower rank. "Swordmaster, all other strike teams report minimal resistance and most have completed their missions. The region is ours."

"Good, now go. I will take my prize to the ship. When we are finished here-" He had to quickly pull his head back as his excellent peripheral vision caught movement: the witch had attempted to bite him. He backhanded her face again, growling at her. "I will teach you how to behave, girl. Be sure of that."

Noctura remembered that moment starkly, but the defiant words she spat back at him were vague; unreachable. All of her already shaken bravado had fallen apart when she was taken into space beyond the atmosphere, and not to a simple shuttle either. The spaceship that was now her home was quite massive indeed.

By her reckoning, his cock was also quite massive, and the tip was poised between her soft folds. She looked into his eyes, taken in by the softness of his expression. If his affection was a form of deception, it was to her benefit. Resistance was not an option. "I'm ready, Master."

"Good." He said simply, thrusting his hips to hers, piercing her to his base in a single fluid motion. The wet sound of their bodies connecting echoed through the chamber, and Noctura moaned louder still. Barrum'ai wasn't taking things slow for her afterall, and he growled in triumph as he pulled back to penetrate her again. His sleek sangheili cock delved deep, the pointed tip pushing slightly into the ring of her cervix with each firm thrust, the Swordmaster beginning to reach a rhythm. He was fucking her properly then, staking his claim.

"Aaaah~!" Noctura's head fell back in bliss as she took her pounding, gradually beginning to drool. Her eyes were empty and unfocused, her limbs twitching beneath her Master. Her mind was entirely overwhelmed with pleasure, her body exposed for Barrum'ai to enjoy.

"Yes. Nnnff! That's my good girl." On he went, squeezing and groping her breasts as he did, grunting as he felt her softness. She may have had magic that could bend minds, but he taken over her whole being without such powers. Her pussy milked his cock firmly while her hands curled into fists, a squeal emanating from her maw. She'd finished on him, and he just kept fucking her, sighing from the sensation of her orgasm. He continued to plow into her through each release she experienced, until he was at last pushing his load into her womb, growling as his seed marked her as his.

The galaxy may move on from the Human-Covenant War. The stars could see the death of a great Parasite, and different species of known space could fall into a pattern of espionage and sabotage as complex webs of political disposition formed. Yet, Noctura would know of none of it. She would always be safe and sexually satiated as the pet of a great Swordmaster.