There were probably a hundred other things that Palmer could've heard that would leave her speechless, ranging from the miniscule of things like a chhewing gum under her chair to having the Covenant rising back into play. She'd bet she'd probably be left speechless as well if she found out Lasky's been covertly watching series after series of a children's tv show during his leave, and she bet the Captain certainly does.
But nothing leaves her more gobsmacked than what the woman that sat across her had proposed to her.
"Excuse me?" Palmer had a look of apprehension when she asked, having to look away from her screen when the ONI spook spoke her intention. She momentarily forgot her report as she listened intently, for sure having misheard of what the spook said.
"I said," the spook recapped, a sly smirk on her face at the Commander's confused look as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk and her chin on her clasped hands. "How would you feel on trying some interspecies fun, Commander?"
Palmer had to blink twice to process the words again, almost grimly finding the words match-for-match with what she heard earlier. Then her face contorted into a bit of disgust, suddenly realizing what the spook meant, "You're asking me to literally fuck an alien?"
The spook hmm-ed in response, face expecting with an eyebrow raised for an answer. "Yes. Specifically an Elite," she elaborated further, removing her arms from the table and reaching for a datapad from her case. Once she found it, she began to fiddle with it, searching.
"And why me, in particular?" Palmer asked, rather harshly. The spook just continued to search on her datapad as Palmer continued, "Why, out of all the women in the Infinity and beyond, am I the unlucky one?" Palmer had a raised eyebrow and a scowl as she waited for an answer, keeping her eyes on the woman before her.
The spook answered nonchalantly, just as she found what she searched for and gave the datapad to Palmer, "Because this Elite has an infatuation with you."
Palmer hesitantly reached for the datapad, flipped it over and started reading after giving a final glance at the spook. Her eyes scanned the document before her quickly and she read further, her eyes slowly widened. By the time she was finished, Palmer has her eyes wide as she stared in shock at the spook before her. "Is this for real?" Palmer asked, a bit of concern seeping into her tone.
Much to her silent horror, the spook nodded as she leaned back.
"The Elite expressed quite the response when we offered him an experiment to fulfill part of his wishes. But he clearly said that it had to be you, out of all the women in the Infinity," the spook explained further, eyebrow raised in anticipation for an answer.
Palmer flits between the datapad and the spook, unsure on the situation. For a moment, the Commander considered rejecting the offer, because who in their right mind would fuck with an alien? A split-jaw at that?
And then her eyes landed on her unfinished report, and the myriad of other tasks that awaits her. And then an ache, long suppressed for god knows how long, made itself known.
She bit her lip. She took note of the Elite's data, particularly his measurements. Then she studied a very specific measurement. Her eyes widened slightly and she rubbed her thighs together when the ache responded rather strongly to the specific measurement.
When she looked up, back at the spook, she saw her with a sly grin, already knowing what Palmer's answer is.
XxXxX
Before entering the room, the ONI woman, having led her to the place where Palmer would presumably have sex with an actual Elite, she turned around and spoke, "You're gonna have to take off your clothes, Commander."
Palmer had been studying the set up the spooks has when the woman asked, catching the Commander's attention briefly as she processed the words before sighing. "Is there a changing room?" Palmer dared to ask, having spotted no place for such thing or even a curtained spot.
And much to her chagrin, the ONI woman smiled and shook her head, "No. You'll have to take it off right here."
Palmer groaned, "All of it?" The spook thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"No, actually. Leave your underwears on."
Palmer had a contemplating look before breathing out of her nose, then she reached a hand behind her and began unzipping the bodysuit that was a norm for a Spartan to wear. Once the zipper reached the end, Palmer began to pull the bodysuit off, revealing her black bra first before revealing her grey thong. Once the bodysuit was around her ankles, she kicked them off along with her boots, leaving the Commander nearly exposed and showing her fair and supple skin.
And just like any other Spartan, the body beneath the bodysuit was toned and fit for combat, yet Palmer's toned body was complemented by some very impressive womanly assets.
The spook whistled, impressed. "And here I thought those were fake."
Palmer just gave a bored glare at the spook.
The spook gestured towards the door after some more 'evaluations.' It prompted Palmer to roll her eyes before she struts towards the room, clad in only a thong and bra.
The room they had set up the 'experiment' in is, in Palmer's opinion, quite simple. As far as she can tell; it was rectangular, with a door on the middle of the long side of the room, and in the middle of the room were two poles one meter apart from each other. The right-side of the room has a set of two oversized chairs and a sofa, and a slightly higher coffee table in front of the table, while the left-side has a king-sized bed with white sheets and pillows, tucked to the wall.
Palmer looked around, noting the simplicity of the room, and raised an eyebrow on the two poles in the middle. "What are these for?" she muttered as she approached them, grabbing one firmly and tugging it, surprised when it didn't budge. She studied them, looking up and down and noting they were literally constructed into the floor and ceiling. She soon realized what they were for, and left them alone for later.
She approached the side with the sofa and chairs and took a seat on the sofa, noting how comfortable and in good shape it was. Good, her ass would probably be sitting on them for a good while later on. Assuming, of course, the splitjaws fuck the same way humans can.
Making herself comfortable, as comfortable as she could with how little she wore, she leaned back on the sofa and let her arms rest across it, legs crossed as she called out to the myriad of people watching her from behind the walls. Oh she spotted the cameras alright, so microphones are also present.
"Alright, when's the splitjaw coming in?" Palmer was ready, as ready as she could be, when she called out to the spooks.
A modulated voice replied, "He's readying up, Commander. I'd like you to know that he's quite pleased with the sight of you."
Palmer rolled her eyes.
A moment passed before the door swung open again, revealing the typical silhouette of an Elite, minus armor, walking in. Palmer have to give credit where it's due, the splitjaw was careful when he entered, footsteps a bit measured as he stepped into the room. His helmetless head looked around the room, scanning the interior before it landed on Palmer.
Taking that as a cue, Palmer stood up and approached the giant alien, with all the pose of a Commander in her steps and motion. Already, the Elite gained a focus towards her, his eyes scanning the near naked Commander up and down before settling on her face. Palmer had to admit, the Elite was at least polite enough to focus on her face.
When she stood before the reptilian alien, a hand on her wide hips, she gave the Elite a once-over before addressing him. "So you're Kael'Orees?" she asked, eyebrow raised. Having never seen an Elite naked before, she was quite surprised to see hard muscles rippling beneath his scaled skin.
The Elite stood tall, at least a foot and a half above her own head, so when it nodded, it was just a simple lowering of his head. "Yes. I am Kael'Orees. A pleasure to meet you, Commander Sarah Palmer," the Elite greeted back, extending a hand to her. Palmer gave the hand a brief glance before shaking it firmly, face passive.
"And you're the one who wants to fuck me?" there was no sense in not being blunt, they were both essentially naked, alone in a room and just about ready to rumble. Plus, Palmer never was the one to beat around the bush, and it seemed like Kael wasn't either.
Said Elite gave a rather low chuckle at Palmer's honesty, a rather appreciative glint in his eyes as he answered. "Yes, Commander. I had grown rather appreciative of you for the past few months after your visit to Sanghelios, to the point where I find you rather...," Kael trailed off, concentrating for a bit before continuing, "...attractive, to say the least."
Well, Palmer couldn't deny that. Out of all the Spartans in the Corps that's stationed on the Infinity and even those deployed elsewhere, Palmer was the only one who, to put bluntly, is visibly very womanly.
Starting off strong is her face, supple lips and brown eyes were accentuated well with a good combination of sharp and soft features, and her brown hair was pulled back into a short ponytail that sat at the base of her head. Then there were her impressive set of breasts she was born with; even before the augmentation, Palmer had been a rather gifted woman, sporting F-cups that were firm and perky but soft to the touch with dark nipples capping them off and she usually wore a bra that both supports and highlights the deep cleavage she has. Going down, her toned stomach and small waist then widened significantly towards birthing hips and a bubblebutt round and firm from the Spartan routine she lives with before splitting into toned long legs. This, coupled with her amazonian physique from constant training, makes Palmer quite the eye candy amongst men and few women.
So it was a bit satisfying that even other species found her sexy.
But back to business.
Palmer noted Kael's eyes are now staring intently at her tits, obviously telling of his intention. "Never seen breasts before?" Palmer asked, her hands cupping her rack and giving them a good jiggle.
Kael watched Palmer's jiggling jugs intently before replying, a low growl managing to seep into his voice, "On the mammals on Sanghelios, yes. But never a human's. It is... quite a rare sight for us." Palmer quirked an eyebrow, then shifted her eyes down when a sight caught her attention. From where roughly a man's dick would be, something began to poke out of Kael's groin. It was slowly appearing, and it was slowly hardening as well.
Palmer gulped subtly at the size of it, what she can see at least.
"Well," Palmer regained her senses with a sharp turn up of her head, pulling her mind away from the sight of Kael's fuckmeat for a bit longer. "I hope you know how we fuck," Palmer remarked.
The Elite kept his eyes on Palmer's body as he replied, "I have studied human mating sessions before this, it is quite similar to our own."
Palmer nodded before she started to push Kael. "Good, now get on the bed. You know what we do first," she stated.
Kael gave a low approving hum before relunctlantly turning from her, both of them approaching the bed. When he turned back around, Palmer then pushed him onto the bed, utilizing her Spartan strength.
Now standing before the laying Elite, Palmer spoke in a low tone as she knelt before Kael, spreading his legs wide to get clear access to his revealing dick. "Before we do anything serious, I wanna make things clear, Kael," Palmer started to grope and caress along Kael's length, giving it a few light tugs to pull it out a bit faster as she spoke, "I'm in control here. I call the shots."
Kael growled a positive response as Palmer stroked his cock, staying still to let the Commander pleasure him, "Affirmative, Commander."
Once the full length of the Elite's cock as well as his balls was revealed, Palmer gulped discreetly in preparation when she smelled the musky scent, taking note of the ridges on it, before regaining her bravado by spitting on the cock, using her two hands to spread the lubricant across the length. She continued to talk, "And if I say you can't cum yet, I'm expecting this cock to not ejaculate by any means necessary, you got that?" She emphasized by squeezing a bit, eyes staring straight at Kael's.
The Elite growled an affirmative.
"Good," Palmer finished by starting. Her lips opened and the Commander began to lick and suck the tip, giving focus on the underside of the cock with her warm tongue rubbing along the tip and her fine lips wrapping around the head whilst her hands stroked. She kept eye contact as she licked and sucked, treating Kael's cockhead like a lollipop as the Elite groaned. It tasted good, in a way, and the smell helped things a bit more as Palmer gave a fairly good blowjob. It's been long since she last sucked a cock, but she was a bit proud that she still has the touch. Judging by the groans from Kael.
Her mouth popped off the cock as she gasped for air; well, most of the touch at least, she thought as she resumed. And as she sucked and stroked, Palmer felt the heat between her legs flaring up, and it was quite stronger than before. She briefly remembered that Elite males have some kind of pheromones for mating; that, coupled with her long dry-spell and her directly inhaling the source, she was getting wet fast.
Feeling a bit more bolder, Palmer began to take in more of Kael's length. Inch by inch, she took in until she reached the halfway mark before she pulled up, gasping for air again whilst her hands stroked. "Fuck…," Palmer muttered, feeling much to hot for the minimal amount of clothes she has on. The Elite groaned in approval, a bit impresses Palmer can take half of his length in her mouth.
And as her breath became a bit more labored, Palmer let go of one hand, the other still stroking, and reached behind her, voice husky as she unclasped her bra, her now half-lidded eyes still on Kael's, "I'm gonna need the big guns for this gun." Bra unclasped, she shrugged off one arm, switched one hand for the other, and pulled the bra off of her, exposing her F-cups and hard nipples to the regulated air. The feeling of cold air touching Palmer's naked nipples has her shivering slightly as she slid Kael's cock between her large rack, both hands now cupping them to hold the rod of a cock between her warm globes. Even her impressive size could barely cover it all, leaving the head exposed.
"You better enjoy this big guy," Palmer warned, pleased when the Elite groaned at the fairly new yet very pleasurable sensation of a pair of breasts wrapping around his cock. She started rubbing up and down, cockhead disappearing and appearing repeatedly as she titfucked. Eyes still on Kael, Palmer gave a low moan as the cock heat warms her up further, prompting Palmer to lick the head whenever it appears.
"Fuck I've missed this," she groaned. How long has it been since her last tittyfuck? In fact, how long has it been since she fucked a man? The only memories of a cock she had had been way back when she was an ODST, a rough day followed by a wild night of celebration. That had been way too long.
A particularly strong groan caught Palmer's attention back from her mid-coitus reminiscence and she took note on how Kael's cock was twitching a bit too vigorously. With a deep moan, she stopped her ministrations, familiar with the male signs of an upcoming orgasm, and watched as Kael growled rather menacingly at the denial, his clawed hands gripping the sheets beneath him tightly enough for a tear to be heard.
"I told you…," she spoke through labored breaths, cock teasingly sliding out of between her breasts slowly as she stood up. She looked down, noting the small pool of precum on her breasts which she rubbed all over, before locking eyes again. "You're not cumming until I say so."
Groping her breasts briefly before letting go, Palmer began pulling down her thong, revealing well trimmed brown hair and puffy pussy lips dripping and glinting with juice. Once it was down, she kicked them away, then climbed up the bed. She turned around and stood over Kael's rigid cock, hands on her fat and firm cheeks as she glanced over her shoulder, "Enjoy the show."
She gave each of her cheeks a slap before squatting down, hovering her clearly wet pussy as she lined up the head. Lined up well, Palmer placed both hands on her knees and steadily lowered herself down. As her long underused pussy lips parted by the first cock she had in ages, Palmer let out a low groan of pleasure at the familiar feeling of a cock filling her up. Her walls were parted carefully, Kael's width more than enough for the sleeping size queen, and Palmer shivered a bit as she felt her walls sliding over the unfamiliar yet bliss inducing ridged cock. When she felt her womb touched, telling her she reached her absolute limit, Palmer swore silently.
"Barely even covered it all…," the Commander could barely feel her cheeks touching Kael's hips, annoying Palmer that she could barely fit it all. But she gasped a breath out; she was full, and the sensation was different, but all too familiar. Muttering a low moan, Palmer started to bounce her hips. A familiar haze began to cloud Palmer's mind as she pumped the Elite cock in her, her moans becoming more frequent. She could barely hear Kael's own sounds of pleasure as she pumped her hips, bouncing her bubblebutt and making them clap and jiggle with each slap. Then her eyes began glazing over, half-lidded and cross eyed with a familiar build up growing in her loins. And as it grows stronger, so too did her bouncing became more rapid.
Both human and alien let out sounds of nirvana as both came ever so closer to bliss, yet where Palmer is recklessly trying to get her sweet release, Kael did everything in his power to keep himself from going over the edge. Grunts and groans are accompanied by tense muscles and ripped fabric as he fought to deny himself his own release. It was torture, it was sadism, it was everything he had expected this woman can do to him. And as Palmer finally hit her sweet release, a shivering, deep groan along with her hips twitching, Kael actually growled as he denies his own release. His claws literally ripped through mattress as he gripped for support whilst every single muscle tensed in an effort to deny his release. The walls of Palmer's pussy tightening slightly, as if milking him, helped none in the matter.
Coming down slowly from her orgasmic bliss, Palmer let out a pleasured moan as she shakily stood up, legs weak from her rather intense orgasm, and shivered slightly when the Elite cock she rode slid out of her cunt. She steadily got down the bed, stumbling a bit when her leg slightly failed for a bit, and managed to balance herself right where she stood before.
Glancing over her shoulders, she spoke through husky, heavy breaths as she slapped an ass cheek, "Having fun, big guy?" She barely noted the ruined mattress and sheets, only having her eyes on the twitching cock.
Kael groaned a pained response as his cock twitched.
Palmer smirked lopsidedly at the pained expression of the Elite and his heaving chest, she gave a nonchalant reply back, "Yeah, well we're not done yet. Get up." Then she walked over towards the twin poles that sat at the middle of the room, not even waiting for the Elite to finish getting up. Once she was between the poles, Palmer turned around to see Kael unsteadily standing up, cock ready to blow at any moment.
She beckoned him closer with a head gesture, kneeling down on her knees with her legs spread, showing her dripping cunt. A hand carefully wrapped its fingers around the exposed and highly sensitive clit, causing Palmer to hiss sharply at the shock it ran through her body. And as the Elite approached, Palmer gritted her teeth as her fingers gently pinched and played her sensitive nub.
Once Kael was standing before her, cockhead bobbing vigorously just in front if her face, Palmer made eye contact as she commanded, "I am gonna worship this cock, you hear me? And I don't want that load to fire just yet." She got a pained grunt as a response.
Finger on her clit, and cock twitching before her, Palmer closed in just enough for the pointed tip touch her nose. The smell was a mixture of her own and the Elite's, with a surprisingly more stronger smell from what had to be the pheromones. She inhaled deeply, enough to drive her mind into a semi-haze, just enough for her inner slut to come out a bit.
She stuck out her tongue and took a long lick on the underside of the head. The effect was immediate, as Kael gripped the two of poles for support, one in each hand while his legs parted a bit. And just like the first, another lick, and then another. Running her warm tongue on the head, over and under it. She would wag her tongue when its under, swaying the cock. And then she started to lick the rest of the magnificent length, her free hand coming up to barely wrap around it to point it upwards, giving Palmer easy access to the sensitive under side as she ran her tongue along it. The heavy breaths from Kael told her she was doing it right.
She ran her tongue along the length, giving special focus beneath the head, and then slowly dragged her tongue down. When she reached the Elite's heavy balls, giving them special attention as well, the Commander then began kissing. She kissed one, just a simple touch with her supple lips, much as if one were to give a lover a soft kiss on the cheek. And here, Palmer's lover was the beautiful rod of fucking and heavy balls in front of her. She gave one kiss, and then another, and then another. And she gave each testes equal amounts of kisses. She kissed like a lover would to another.
"Good I love this fucking cock…," Palmer muttered, breaths a bit heavy. Then she trailed kisses up along the length of the cock, giving extra smooches when she reached the head. The depravity of her acts turn her on, reminding her that this was her own choice, her own actions. The Elite only served as a provider, the rest of them were her own actions. Her fingers on her clit rubbed a little harder, sending a shiver up her spine and making her arch her back a bit.
Once she'd made out enough, Palmer began to suck. First the head, her lips wrapping around it just like earlier as she bobbed her head over it. She made a pop sound once she let go, a sharp intake of breath following it before turned her focus to Kael's balls again. She gave each one a good suckle and a sloppy kiss, causing Kael to groan in tortured pleasure, before she returned to the head. And here, she looked up again, connecting eyes with Kael's.
"Remember, no cumming until I say so," she warned. And then she took the head in, slowly bobbing her head a bit deeper in until she had half of his length in again. Then she really started to suck, head bobbing back and forth rather enthusiastically as her hand stroked the rest. All while Kael groaned loudly in pained bliss, his cock now a bit too sensitive to the Commander's rather masterful ministrations.
And as Palmer gave the Elite another blowjob, her other hand worked her clit with a good pace. Her loins, given only a short rest, fired back up as Palmer worked herself another orgasm. Palmer maintained a good pace on both fronts very well, her muscles remembering skills she long thought were gone. Her lips provided a nice hug around the Elite's cock and Palmer relished the feeling of her tongue rubbing along the underside, she kept it up for a good pace before she stiffened up a bit, back arching again as an orgasm surprised her, her hips once again twitching as she groaned blissfully, the vibrations sending pleasurable sensations down Kael's own cock. Her eyes rolled up for a bit as she rode the high, pulling back from the cock with a pop as she came down yet again, breaths labored.
Once she regained her senses, Palmer looked up to Kael, who now grunted painfully as he held back his own. She looked back to the cock, letting go of it as the orgasm faded, leaving a tingling sensation between her legs. The cock twitched rigorously before her, begging, pleading for an orgasm.
"You know what…," Palmer began tiredly, hands reaching up to her large breasts and cupping each, groping them with sex juice from both her and the Elite's.
"You've been good. I think…," she paused, taking in a deep breath as she played with her sensitive nipples, "I think you deserve to cum."
And then she shakily stood on her knees, thrusting her massive globes up and wrapping the hot and sensitive cock between them. Nestled in quite well, Palmer looked up again, and with a tired smile ordered, "Fuck my big fat titties, and make sure you shower them good."
Kael took a moment to recuperate, breathing heavy and hard, before a semblance of smile graced his split jaws. "Gladly," he replied, the first full sentence he had said when they started this steamy session. Knees locked, the Elite let go of the poles, revealing severe dents on each where he had crushed them, and grabbed Palmer's shoulder for support. And then he started thrusting.
It was slow at first, probably to avoid a quick shot, but before long, the room was filled with the sloppy sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin as Kael slid his cock up and down Palmer's glorious mounds. The combined juice of both of them provided a good lubricant and Palmer and him kept good eye contact, only broken by Palmer to lick the head every time it popped out.
"Fuck yeah, fuck these titties you big human loving bastard," Palmer growled, keeping her breasts tight around the sliding cock as she talked dirty to the Elite. "These boobs were made for this cock, fuck'em good."
The Elite just growled in response, already feeling his edge arriving. It wasn't a surprise, considering he had been blueballed for the entire session, so he just kept thrusting, keeping Palmer in place by her shoulders. Her words were just extra spicing that made the whole ordeal much more pleasurable.
"Fucking cum on these fat tits, that's a fucking order!" Palmer shouted, already knowing it was just a matter of time.
And when the time came, when Palmer heard the rising growl, Palmer just pulled her head back just as the Elite's thick juices spurted. Thick ropes of cum shot out of the cock, landing on her face, neck and breasts as Kael growled in triumph, cock twitching with sweet release and legs shaking. Palmer just moaned as she was showered, relishing the hot cum covering her.
When all was said and done, when Kael stopped twitching madly, the Elite took hold of the poles once more and let Palmer sat down on her knees. He watched approvingly as the Commander jiggled her cum covered heavy breasts, her tongue licking up the spunk on her lips rather sensually. "Fuck these tastes so good…," Palmer moaned out, rubbing the cum on her breasts all over them as she reached up a hand to take a cum covered finger into her mouth.
"Usually…," Kael began, speaking through labored breaths as he enjoyed the Commander's spectacle. "Our semen has a rather potent pheromone that would make the female be in a constant breeding state, until the fertilization cycle is complete, in which they would then be immune to it," his jaws pulled back into a smile once the Commander locked eyes with him, a rather familiar look on them.
He continued, "And that was when we mate. You, however, consumed them. And I wager the effects are much more stronger."
Much to her surprise though, the Commander scoffed as she wiped a good bit of cum off her face before licking it clean, "Fuck that. You wouldn't even need it, I've been on a dry-spell for so many fucking years I forgot how good an orgasm really is." She then took hold of Kael's stiff rod, surprising the Elite when she began to jerk it off again. "Then again, I've never been this horny in my life," she considered, stroking the Elite's cock slowly and tantalizingly, "So, I'll consider it a bonus."
Then she let go of the stiff cock, stood up slowly, legs a bit shaky still, and turned around. She spread her legs, exposing her cunt and asshole before truly exposing them when she bent forward, resting her hands on her thighs and her back arching a bit. She glanced over her shoulder, spunk covered face adorning a sly smirk as she beckoned Kael with a jiggle of her bubble butt, "Now, when did I ever say you could stop you hung alien fucker?"
The Elite chuckled deeply at the invitation, and straightened himself a bit more. He then took hold of Palmer's arms, pulling them back a bit as he lines his cock up with the tight and yet unused entrance of the Commander's asshole, and replied just before he thrusts forward, bottoming out and fully sheathing himself within the Commander's bowels, eliciting a prolonged groan of pained pleasure from Palmer as her ass felt the full length and width of the Elite cock widening her tightest hole.
"With pleasure, Commander!"
And before long, Palmer was groaning and moaning loudly as her ass was fucked hard, the combined juices making for a good lubricant. And as she was rocked back and forth, breasts swinging forward and backwards and ass clapping and jiggling, Palmer knew this had been the right choice.
XxXxX
Hours later…
Palmer came back to her quarters naked, sweaty and filthy. When the door opened, it revealed a barely standing Commander, leaning against the door frame, who was covered in cum all over her face, breasts and ass. Between her legs, cum and other sex juice dribbled down her thighs, and her eyes were a bit glazed and unfocused as she entered the room. She threw her clothes onto a corner, long-forgotten and even a but if a nuisance, and stumbled rather unsteadily towards her bathroom. Then she walked again on shaking legs before supporting herself on the sink, eyes staring at the result of countless hours of true fucking.
She was knocked out of her reverie when Roland spoke up hesitantly, a bit of discomfort in his voice, "Commander Palmer?"
Palmer blinked twice before she registered Roland's voice, prompting her to shake her head to clear her sex-addled mind before replying, "Roland! Oh, fuck. Sorry Roland, I forgot you were here." Palmer apologized, turning the faucet on and washing her face clear of any jizz before she turned, still supporting her weight as she addressed the AI. "What is it?"
"Well, aside from your recent… session," Roland paused, unsure how to proceed a bit, "Nothing much has happened, fortunately. Do you want a shower?" Roland asked the last question with some hesitance again, clearly unsure on how to handle this situation.
Palmer just smirked, "Shower sounds nice."
The shower head then turned on, courtesy of the AI as Palmer went in. She sighed in relief when the warm water washed over her exposed skin, walking in the corridors naked and with dried cum was not a pleasant experience.
As she began to clean herself up, Roland piped up again, "Also, you have an e-mail with an attached file on it on your console."
Palmer absentmindedly asked as she scrubbed her jizzed breasts, "From who and what?"
The answer has her smiling when Roland answered.
"A Sangheili named Kael'Orees stating a date, time and place. The attached file is a video."
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Well! I do hope this revamped edition of Tension Relief is a bit more satisfying for you people! I don't actually know if this has any improvement overall so if you have anything to say, comment down below!