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First off, let it be said that this Chapter is a side story of a couple doing some cute stuff. A stuffing filler full of cream and love and semi-plot ~. But be warned that it is still a Chapter and that alone is important to remember. Review if you like it or not. And Speaking of reviews, let's just make sure you guys understand how this story is going to work.
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Also people are nude. But not naked. Hope that makes sense. If not, it will soon enough.~
Oh! Rated M stuff too! Specifically sex. Leeeeeewd sex too. Skip it or don't. Honestly, I know it's not much now, but that's only cause I am still organizing stuff and school. Next Ch. will have more. Okay. Enjoy!
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"When I first discovered the people of Highfall, the planet my fleet and I discovered it in the Sol System, I thought I hit fuckin 'pay day. An abundance of slaves just BEGGING to be apart of our lush culture. It was truly beautiful. The planet was perfect. Aside from the black clouds, everything was simply so pure. Their woman looked just like the Asari, except better. Better looks, dynamic appearances, and apparently strong constitution overall. And the men? Heh. They would be amazing workers for our projects. And that right there is the understatement of the century hahahahahha...! I supposed that was my last blunder as acting commander of the 14th Fleet of Khar'Shan."
"A-are you sure about this, Kurk? H-here of all p-p-places?" Mena stuttered out in surprise. Kurk was a walking surprise. It's that the reason of surprise wasn't really a complete surprise. Bodily reactions. Suppressed desires. It wasn't-, isn't, a surprise to anyone. Not Mena at least. Maybe Mena was just flustered. Or maybe it was the fact they were about to have sloppy sex right in the middle of an underground tunnel, illuminated only by the clementine glow of the tunnels. Deep orange lights brightened the path for many men and women, whom were almost in the buff as they traveled to their various destinations. The various gazes and faces as they briskly walked by aroused the duo. Some of the young ones actually stopped to watch, if only to quickly continue on their merrily way. It was beyond erotic to the trembling human. Something about being watched was simply intoxicating, and she found herself damned for Kurk being fully aware of her mental weaknesses.
"Mena." the said recipient of affection seemed to shudder when she felt a hot, molten breath against her sensitive ears. "I've wanted this, for and long as I can remember. I'm positively sure, I want this. I may actually just need it~."
Mena bit her lip. Something hot, hotter and steely pressed against her soft buttocks. She knew what it was. She knew what she wanted. It didn't matter others watched. It wasn't taboo, and it was good to have others around while copulating. It displayed confidence.
So, Mena begged for it. Pleaded even. Not with words, but with urges. Bodily signals. Glazed eyes. Hazy breath. Her body obeyed. Her thick thighs twitched. Vaginal liquids streamed down her thighs and legs, begging to be invaded by what they craved. Prima, it was already so close to her-
"Ahmnn!" Kurk let out a cry. And that was all warning Mena had. Her body lurched forward, but outstretched arms readily braced her body against the wall. Kurk's stiff hot cock boiled over with glee. Both hands grabbed Mena's thick ass as soft moans started to escape his throat.
By Aemila's tits, it was fucking amazing!
Each thrust! Each drive! Kurk's cock was relentless in its assault, coating itself in the musky scent of Mena's sugar juices. Mena's entire body shook with every thrust, each one deeper and deeper into her womb, squeezing Jen's cock in a desperate hunger for semen.
Kurk took the initiative with a grunt. Snaking an arm around Mena' soft love pillow of a chest. Kurk's hand slowly crept up Mena's neck, crocking her face towards his own.
This time, Mena was in charge, or rather, took charge. With unbridled vigor, her lips crashed into Jen's, whilst her lower body was pushing against Kurk's very stiff cock, trying to squeeze out every drop. Mena was acutely aware of how to pleasure Kurk, and one of the responsibilities of that, is to understand how much time it took for the dam to break. Kurk's hands unconsciously clutched Mena's thick, rocky hips. A guttural roar of ecstasy filled air, a molten white sticky jet spurring forth. There was too much! Floods of semen gushed from the cracks and onto the ground.
Kurk pulled out, slowly and begrudgingly, his vein-pulsing cock still pumping a lot of blood to his meaty spear, just raring to go for round 2, but he had her self-appointed duties to uphold. Mena stood up, hot white cum still slowly leaking out her pounded pussy, and turned around. She then bent over, pushing a small flare of orange hair behind her ear, and cleaned off Kurk's cock with her tongue.
The couple melted into each others body. The traffic of bodies monstrous and human alike had long since passed, leaving only the two of them to bask in the afterglow of the fantastic sex they had. The two spooned facing each other, Kurk using Mena's chest as a pillow.
Today was a wonderful day.
"Oh yeah! I almost forgot!" Mena beamed.
"What?" Kurk asked apprehensively, eyebrow raised in question.
"I'm pregnant!"
"I didn't quite understand it as first. 'Their naked' I thought. 'Their men, their women, their children. All naked. They were so exposed. So vulnerable. I thought I had hit the fucking jackpot when I came across their world. These aliens, these... highfallen. They would sell better than any Asari and have just as much potential as the Turians, if not more. So what did I do? I invaded of course."
Kurk cried out in savage joy. Like a child happy about getting a knife for Christmas. The silence that followed stopped whatever words he was to use. The green silence of grass and space said nothing back to him. Kurk scoffed. Kurk wanted a challenge. Kurk was also drunk. His imagination of killing was only buffed by the berry juiced beverage. Hallucinations and imagination made powerful allies afterall. A massive jug of Purple Berry Babe in one hand, and a raised fist in the other. Kurk's eyes were clenched shut briefly; an exhale was produced with a hint of purple mist slipping out of his mouth. A telltale sign of the berried beer working its magic.
As a man, Kurk was attractive. Steeled red irises seemed to pierce the fragility of reality itself. Olive skin tone colored his skin. Muscles seemed to rely on him rather than the other way around, yet he his form was smooth and well constructed. An ample example of who he was.
He was in the buff. He was nude, but not naked. Much like the woman next to him.
His partner, Mena, gave Kurk a dejected deadpan look. "Aemila-dammit Kurk. You're drunk. Again. Then again, why not right? We won't even be deployed until the frontlines have received more supplies and reinforcements to supply us. We're literally the reserves."
Kurk giggled, which sounded frightening with his voice, but he was smart enough to not belch in Mena's face when he did inevitably belch. As more purple fogginess was released from the canal of a mouth Kurk used, Mena guessed about seven more minutes would pass before Jen would be sober. Actually, more like twelve. Fifteen really. She didn't know.
PBB was some strong shit afterall.
Still. Kurk was sober enough to make a sensible reply. Mostly.
"Suu, where are we headin' next? Any word from Aemila?"
"No idea. Maybe back to Hell? The fuckbois down there always seem to have a hard on for our damned lady."
The conversation was kept casual. The plain grasslands seem to sway and dance as they conversed.
Kurk took another swig before replying. "So why Hell?"
Mena sighed. The nude warrior turned her head towards the stars in reverence. "I don't know. I think there's a lot of potential in that world. We have some allies, and the rest want to murder fuck our faces. The daemonic beings there are strong if not a bit limited in their population growth. If we can recruit them under our lady's banner, that would be wonderful. And their resources would be invaluable for our cause. If we can take it of course."
Kurk suppressed a shudder. "The MID is being updated for newer locations in Hell. But we still require mapping certain areas to update our range."
Mena snorted. "True. Heh. Do you think we'll meet the others?" The question didn't require explanation. Kurk knew what she mean't, but asked anyway.
"Other aliens huh?
"Course."
"Probably. You interrogated one didn't you? Didn't he say anything about him having buddies?"
"I was too busy abusing him to be honest. And his language was pathetic. I siphoned his mind though. Found out his kind practiced slavery but that's about it. His body didn't last long in a dimension his body wasn't physically capable of handling. So I suppose, all in all, it's entirely possible he has buddies not of his own kind. Aemila found sound sort of recorder but, in the end,
The answer was satisfactory. Mena yawned and leaned back into the soft grasses, skin tingling to it's touch. The Moon was beautiful when it was full. The beauty is radiated was beyond measure and all encompassing. She let her body soak in it's delicate rays.
The little-less drunk Kurk took a different approach to what he considered beautiful. An appreciative look at his partner's body, his mind racing to stop his mouth from making another lewd remark. As a fledgling of History, he always wondered what made his asshole personality and lewd remarks to refreshing to his lucky. So very much so.
Kurk had to smile as he mimicked her actions, his eyes focused more on the stars instead.
The night was almost as beautiful as Mena herself.
Mena was like a goddess given physical form. Her body wielded muscularity with grace, her body toned with abs and curves in a beautiful symphony of female anatomy.
And then he got to know her. That was just a treasure chest of pleasure and strife.
Kurk's musing were silenced when, without warning, Mena crawled into his field of vision, and straddled him. He thought she wanted passion. That was proven wrong when she leaned forward and slid off his chest to the side. His hand snuggling on her stomach. A life grew there. There creation. Their child.
Next thing, they were spooning. Face to face. Their breaths were shallow. And then they kissed, the Moon seemingly approving of their love as it bathed the couple in light.
Truly, it was a beautiful night.
"I cannot fathom the shame I have brought with the Hegemony. My ships were useless. My men were useless. Our patriotism was laughable tenable. If anyone finds this recording, I implore you, please. Please. Do not approach this planet. This is Fleet Admiral Ma'tuk Fre'don of the Batarian Hegemony, signing off. "
Yeah, that's it my loves~. I do hope you found this Ch. to be quite lovely. Be sure to send me all those beautiful Reviews and don't be shy to point out any faults. Until next time~
