The lonely Psion tries it's best, it's cabal Comrades dead around it. Having my fun with the last survivor, I pretend to be incapable of shooting the Psion.
Before I knew, it uses void to push me against the wall. Surprised, without reaction time, it flanks me. It's gun resting at my head. With it's free hand, it searches and throws away my guns.
As it searches for more, it's hand sinks inside my armour through the urinate hole. The hand brushes past my dick, then grips it. It's eye gazes down. Then looks at me with a growing blush under it's eyes. Then pushes my pants down, exposing my dick to the elements.
Stroking it, the Psion kisses me. Drops it's own leg armour. It then let's go of it's gun to the floor and climbs to my lap. Confused as heck, I feel my dick slowly, but firmly, enter something wet as the Psion drops it's hips on me.
As I look down, she pushes the remainder of my dick inside of her pussy. She was tight, warm, impatient. " Slow the fuck down! At this rate I am going to blow!" I say, that was her intention. Squeezing me tight and moaning with each jet of my cum that feels her womb.
She looks at her cum dripping pussy, " that was too good!" I say falling on my back. Psion smiles at me, kissing me as she strokes my dick. As it grows hard again she rubs it on her pussy, jamming it in all at once. She takes off her chest armour.
Veiny, her naked, aroused body craves me. Her excited perky B peaches rubbing themselves on my face as she slowly but hard rides my dick into her cum dripping, impregnated pussy. Her body shakes violently. Her pussy tightening like mad, I jam it up inside of her before I come again.
I took her to my ship then the tower, frowned but not wrong. We live under the traveller, just in time for her belly to start showing. Though since I am a Guardian, they have to live with it. If they want a piece of me, they can always find me in the crucible.
Its weird... My feelings for her... It's not like I got her pregnant for her personality, or her dried peach body. But it's not disgust either... When I get a day off, or in a heavy rain day, I keep her company, make her tea. As the rain hits the windows, we usually cuddle under a blanket In front of the fireplace. Now that her pregnancy is unmistakable, I usually rub her belly. Sometimes feeling the kicks and punches of our kid.
Zavalla kicked me out of the Vanguard, since I wield stasis, bringing a Psion home was the last drop. It's not like we hate each other, we sometimes do talk for a bit. He is like a father in his wisdom, he cares but doesn't want my unorthodox family to bring me deeper into darkness.
I thank him for that. People aren't that kind...
My Ghost knows me well, and recognises Psion as an ally. But the city still makes her feel like trash. Even with Zavalla's permission we don't get any medical attention.
But today...
The window was broken. I just arrive from a full days work. Stopping for groceries on the way here. Wet footsteps from the window to the bedroom. Human. As I look on to the bed, the shock makes me fall onto my back casting stasis on the floor and wall.
On the bed...gutted... Layed Psion. My kid, laying of the floor. The bed dripping blood to the floor below. I grab her still warm body.
"Zavalla..." I whisper, " Guardia... What happened?" he says as the stasis infused tears fall from my eyes and break on the floor. " We just came from Europa... The window was broken, her warm body layed there on the floor" says my Ghost. " the kid" he asks, " a barely recognisable puddle of meat on the floor, stomped on, violently" my Ghost replies.
"And I am leaving the traveller behind..." I say, my Ghost looks at me. Shocked. " There isn't anything here for me, darkness and my feelings... They will seek revenge... I don't want to cause harm, even if deserved, on the remains of humanity.
"But what about..." says my Ghost before I slice it in half. It breaks into light that flows to the traveller. "You won't ever hear from me again" I say before I leave.