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“Keep silent vermin, nnnngh, and I may allow you to live.”
Khane’Vorlans, Sangheili Special Operative, warrior of the Covenant, slammed down her immense backside with a grunt of pleasure. Beneath her massive form, the human soldier she was honouring with her body let out his own noises of pleasure and exertion, given that he had a truly immense amount of woman and armour atop him...at least so far as his eyes could surmise. Khane’s active camouflage system obscured her massive bulk, beyond the shimmer that outlined her figure at certain angles, until she brought her hips down. The impact caused the field to render her body translucent for just a moment, a crackling outline of curves and muscle that quickly disappeared again as the field reasserted itself.
It had been made for infiltration, for surprise strikes and quick executions. It was not meant to hide battlefield coitus.
“You have shown, ghrr-great strength vermin” she growled as she sank down his cock again, her soaked alien cunt pressing wetly against the soldier’s pelvis. Watching a great triumph always got her like this. She valued strength in those she chose for mating, taking only the finest warriors to her bunk, and this human was no exception to that rule beyond the heretical nature of his species. She had watched him bring down a pair of the hulking Mgalekgolo gestalts with a human laser weapon and the burning remains of his vehicle. That had aroused her so greatly that she was willing to risk the ire of her fellows to reward such martial skill.
She could always execute him afterwards.
Her pace quickened, the heaving grey shelf of her backside bouncing and clapping against the pinned human, each cheek wider than his hips. The camouflage field flickered again and again, the translucent silhouette of her figure becoming visible again and again each time she crushed the man beneath her. Despite the fact they were on opposing sides, the soldier seemed to be enjoying himself, meeting her downward slams as best as he could with the upward thrust of his hips. It was adorable that he thought she would be even slightly halted in her descent, but the thought counted in her mind. And it perhaps helped that his shaft was hitting all the right spots within her, despite their more than generous size difference.
Maybe she’d bother to learn his name after she was done.
“Come warrior, you have...nnnngh...earned this much at least.” Her pace quickened, the breathless moans of the human coming as fast and hard as her own grunts. The relentless slap, slap, slap of her hips mixed with the translucent sparking of her field until with the twin cries of human and Sangheilias both came, seed and juices mixing and spilling across their groins.
Khane sat there, still atop the crushed human, breathing deeply as her camouflage field restabilised. This one...well he was still breathing. Perhaps the Prophets would not begrudge her a trophy of war...if she proved that this vermin was of more use alive than dead. Yes...more ‘interrogation’ was necessary...maybe after another round...