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The night was loud and gritty, lights and holograms flickering on and off like fireflies all around, the shadows stuttering in and out of being under the assault of hundreds of colors. But for all the light, it was still dark, the shadows between and behind the booths crackling and shifting, never going away. The crowds walked with their heads down, each about their business as they all hustled along in the unspoken agreement that they saw nothing, heard nothing, and spoke only when absolutely necessary. For all that, the music blaring out of various shops was a constant war of cultures and races, discordant Heloran chimes clashing with the mathematically precise electronic squeals and screams that passed for music in Sector 8 of the Ginataran Server. And wrapped around and above all the rest, a thousand variations on Terran musical madness, since the descendents of Earth were the most numerous on the station.

Anve 'Eloum stalked the crowds, sticking to the edges of the flow. It was a choice born of habit rather than a necessity. Her massive sangheili physique would have parted the scuttling crowds easily, but she'd been a creature of the shadows for a long time now, and she felt more comfortable on the fringes, rather than bulling through like her more...day-oriented siblings. She hummed under her breath, an old Terran marching hymn she'd heard once from across the battlefield. She'd had to look it up after the battle, since the men and women singing it had stopped signing in favor of screaming rather abruptly. The tune was a fond memory, these days.

She slipped up to one of the quieter doors, a simple hologram that changed between a hundred languages every few minutes, proclaiming the place to be Haven when it came to one of the dozens of Terran languages she knew. She smirked as it flickered through her own language. The concept didn't really translate well, so the words were completely different. The bar had as many names as there were languages, playing to the multispecies crowd.

Anve stepped through the hologram into the bar proper. Most bars at the edge of the station went back, sinking their roots into the space to claim more room, blistering the skin of the station with bubbles and outgrowths. Haven went up, crawling up into the narrow space between the inner and outer shells, the only blister on the stations skin the thickened rad shielding. Consequently, the space inside was about thirty feet wide and filled with catwalks and platforms that went up about two hundred feet, gently curving with the station's wall. About half the platforms were set aside for dancing, the other half for sitting. Unlike most establishments ,the dance floors used little directional speakers to contain the music, so only the gentle background of the stations guts humming and shushing and buzzing along covered the air in the rest of the bar.

But it was enough. Anve took a needless breath, just revelling in the white noise that filled the bar, so calming and different from the frenetic cacophony outside Haven's door. She glanced up through the dim twilight to to twinkle of lights and holograms dotting each platform. The little pools of brightness stood out, calling attention to the darkness surrounding them, an artificial constellation overhead. She hummed softly, the pace of the melody keeping time with the throbbing of the reactor in the next sector that provided power for this quadrant. She made her way top one of the little alcoves that lined the walls for those who sought privacy, tapping the holobead in the center of the table as she sat. It lit up, displaying a little screen with a variety of information. Primarily, the drink and food menu but also the musical menu. It was possible to just wander from platform to platform listening as you went to find the right place to dance, but it was so much easier to see the themes of the evening laid out in light.

Anve flicked through the platforms idly. She'd never been much for dancing, but sometimes the music was good. And when she was in the mood for company, as she was now, the humans and their descendants always seemed to open up easier when they'd had a drink and worn themselves out a little with that stupid mating display they called dancing. She kept humming softly as she came to the conclusion that none of the platforms appealed just now, although the Jefli rhythms at the top of the bar certainly sounded interesting. Maybe if nothing presented itself she'd head up.

She tapped the menu and ordered something cheap, just a mass manufactured bottle of some swill, mainly so she would look like she was here for a reason other than to watch her fellow patrons. The waiter brought it over a moment later and she barely paid attention to them except to murmur her thanks. The staff was off limits, at least if she wanted to keep coming here.

"This is what you wanted to show me?"

She cocked her head to bring the speaker into view, the snide tone intriguing her. That wasn't the normal reaction to Haven. The woman who'd spoken was tall, as tall as Anve herself, although unlike the sangheili's attractively proportionate frame, the woman was mostly neck and legs. Little horns and a pair of broad ears gave her a little extra height, but not much.

She was pretty though, her fur a luxurious crackled pattern in cream and rust up top and brown, almost black, with those same intriguing shapes below, white fur on her arms, chest, the front of her neck, and her legs. The light dress she wore showed off a lovely body, slender towards the top with small firm breasts that were absolutely on display between the plunging neckline and sheer material, and a delightfully broad pair of hips and thighs.

Anve tapped the table thoughtfully, knowing a Terran when she saw one, despite the stunning plethora of forms they came in. An...uplift, she thought they called them. Specifically...she closed her eyes and concentrated, rifling through the species index that she'd memorized an age ago when it had looked as though they might try and take Earth. A giraffe, that was it. The woman was a giraffe.

"Uh, yeah?" Her companion stepped into view and this time, knowing she was likely looking at a Terran, Anve had a lot easier time picking out the species he was based on. His trunk and soft grey skin made him an elephant. He was pleasantly thick, a little hippy for a guy, with broad thighs and arms, a bit of a tummy poking out of his vest. He'd chosen to go shirtless, and wore a pair of ripped jeans with his vest, his long red hair pulled back in a ponytail and his large ears gently pierced in a couple of places. He was much, much shorter than his companion, coming up to just under her shoulder. His trunk twitched nervously, curling and coiling in a way that made her intensely interested.

"Mallory, it's a cool place, I swear," he muttered, stepping up to put a placating hand on his date's arm.

"Ugh, there's no music, Brett," Mallory whined. "Just this stupid noise."

Brett sighed. "There's a shit ton of music, Lory, it's just all on the platforms," he said, pointing up at them.

"You expect me to walk up those stupid ramps?"

"They're not steep, and the metal is covered in a grippy soft coating, so it actually feels great on your feet, and-"

"Fuck this, Brett, we're going to Hollywood."

Anve snorted. Hollywood was the latest, hottest, loudest club for Terrans. The line stretched out so far that from the front of it you couldn't see the end of it because of the station's curvature. It was incredibly loud, obscenely bright, ridiculously overpriced, and always packed to the point of fire hazard. Just the way Terrans liked it.

Or at least, most Terrans. "Oh, come on Lory, I don't want to stand in line for four hours again, just to pay a premium for stupid 'artisanal' drinks. Please, just give it a chance? Please?"

The woman crossed her arms and huffed. "Fine. Whatever."

He blew out a breath of relief and led her over to the bar. Anve cocked her head curiously as he showed her through the menu and the music selection, her mouth spreading open in a faint grin as she listened to the woman belittle and berate everything from the quality of the lighting (too dark) to the drink menu (boring and not enough cocktails) to the music (not enough Terran music.) Anve fiddled with her drink as she watched the poor boy's shoulders droop and droop, getting lower and more hunched with every snide comment. She licked her jaws thoughtfully. Looked like the poor boy needed...rescuing.

Then, a miracle. Somehow, possibly through clairvoyance because Anve had no idea how he managed otherwise, Brett found his date a drink that was satisfactory, and managed to get her up to a dance floor. Anve watched them go with a smirk. Maybe that was just how they were? Terrans were often confusing in their mating rituals.

She sighed and glared at her drink. She was thirsty, but it wouldn't do her a damn bit of good to drink this swill. She tapped it thoughtfully and checked the music selection again. Platform 18 had the Jefli stuff, and it had been a minute since she'd appreciated music that she heard through vibrations in her skeleton. It was better than a massage, and just maybe there'd be someone-

She blinked as the ever pleasant Mallory came storming down the main ramp, hauling her hapless date by the arm. "That is it, this place is stupid, you're stupid for liking it, and we are leaving right now."

Anve hummed as she watched them fly past, poor Brett all but running to keep up with Mallory's long strides, face crumpled and tired as he contemplated spending several hours in line with the bitchy woman followed by having his ears and wallet blasted into submission.

Yup. Definitely needed rescuing.

The sangheili unfolded from her alcove and slipped out through the hologram after them. She hung back a moment, watching them set off down the street. Predictably they headed for Hollywood, or at least, the end of the line to get into Hollywood. She hummed softly as she stepped out into the noise of the street proper and began slinking after them.

It certainly wasn't difficult. Mallory moved like an ice breaker barge, plowing her way through every obstacle, occasionally even shoving people aside who didn't get out of her way fast enough. If this was her mood after not getting her way for all of twenty minutes, Anve would hate to see what she would be like throughout the mulithour wait to get into the club she wanted. Or, gods forbid, should she be turned away at the door.

Anve waited until they hit one of those dead spots between districts, a place where cultures clashed so hard that they created an accidental demilitarized zone where no business could flourish. There were street vendors of course, those were everywhere, but these were the quiet ones who sold the less than legal things, the lighter side of the black market. No-one that would talk to the authorities, in other words. She sped up, taking advantage of Brett slowing Mallory down, and then firmly clamped one hand around Brett's arm and one around Mallory's. She then simply walked toward the alleyway, dragging them with her. Their struggles, or at least, Mallory's struggles (since Brett, it seemed, was a little used to being hauled around), hardly registered against her strength.

She paused in the alley and pushed Mallory up against the outer shell of the station, releasing Brett. She looked down and him and smiled, spreading her jaws wide. He looked a little intimidated by the gesture, which only made her grin wider. "You look like you're not having a very good time this evening, little Terran. Would, you say you're having fun?"

He coughed sharply, but before he could answer, Mallory broke in. "That's my boyfriend, split lip, and he is having a wonderful-urk!"

She cut off as Anve's hand closed around her throat just under her head. She glared at the Terran and then turned back to Brett. "She does like the sound of her own voice, doesn't she?"

He blushed. "Uh, yeah," he admitted softly, drawing a squeak of anger from the giraffe. "Look, uh, we're not looking for trouble. I have credits I can transfer, no-one has to get hurt-"

Anve chuckled, a low rumbling sound in her chest, and cupped the boy's face. "I didn't ask for your credits, Terran. I asked if you were enjoying your night out with this nishum?"

Brett blinked. "Uh...I mean..."

She leaned down until her face was right in his, jaws spreading in a sharp grin.

He shuddered, eyes locked onto her jaws. "Nonotreally," he squeaked.

She chuckled again. "No, I thought not. What say you and I go have a much nicer evening, hmm?"

Brett blinked and looked at her, really looked at her, for the first time. She had a tight body, gently curved at the waist in a nod to femininity that did nothing ot undercut her powerful muscles. Her chest was flat and broad, and he hesitantly laid a hand on it, feeling the solidity under her light armor. She was bigger than him (which he liked) powerful (which made his heart beat faster) and the cool grey of her scales called out for his hands to stroke them. The weird way her mouth split open into four mandibles wasn't even unattractive, for all that it was unexpected. The double irises and pupils in her eyes were exotic, an almost luminescent yellow in the dark of the alleyway, and he could see humor and warmth in them. And she was offering him...something....

Mallory let out a strangled sound, eyes rolling to glare at Brett. He jerked his hand back from stroking Anve's chest and looked at her guiltily. "Um, I kinda already have a date," he said softly.

Anve laughed. "Well, let's fix that, hmm?"

Brett shivered. "Uh, wha-"

He froze as Anve pulled Mallory's head over and casually stuffed it in her maw. The tall girl immediately began pounding on the sangheili, but she might as well have been hitting the wall behind her for all the good it did. Anve grabbed her wrists and pinned them at her sides as she began to swallow, slurping her way down Mallory's long, long neck. Brett stared in shock as the huge woman's mandibles rippled and tugged, holding Mallory in place as she worked her way down. Within moments, she was at the root of Mallor's neck despite his erstwhile date's struggles.

Anve hummed as she relaxed her jaw and pushed, forcing Mallory's narrow shoulders into her maw. She glanced down and saw Brett's hand toying with the front of his jeans and she chuckled around her mouthful. He blushed when he realized he'd been caught, hesitated, and then grinned shyly back. His hand splayed over his groin and started rubbing gently as Anve forced Mallory in up to mid bicep, claiming her small breasts easily. Her long tongue coiled out, flicking over the cloth covered nipples. Her sense of taste wasn't really geared for this, but what she could taste of Mallory tasted pleasant, and a little floral, maybe a shampoo that she used.

The giraffe's struggles has lessened not one whit from having her entire head and neck and now the upper part of her torso, crammed into a tight maw. She screamed into the stomach that surrounded her, her neck cramping slightly from the slight angle she was being forced into. And given the tightness of the space and the crush of weirdly cool muscle around her, she had no doubt it was going to get even tighter. She was breathing hard from the fighting she was doing, but fortunately, and weirdly, Anve's stomach was still and empty, just a soft coating of saliva over everything that smelled a little spicy.

Brett stared in growing, and guilty, arousal as the strange woman continued to overpower his girlfriend in every way. He felt his cock peeking out and his pussy was soaking his jeans as he rubbed his hand over his fly, building the friction against his bits. He was breathing hard as he leaned back against the wall, watching as Mallory's taut stomach and upper arms were sucked in, her tail lashing as her hooves were lifted off the ground. She kicked out and he dodged quickly, having felt what those hooves could do when she'd thrashed around in her sleep. Anve chortled and simply grabbed Mallory's ankles, bending her legs in half and pinning them to her front. Brett stepped in again as he watched in fascination as Anve's maw somehow stretched even wider to accommodate the widest point of Mallory's body, her hips and thighs.

Mallory squealed as more of her body was crushed into the tight space, which was barely starting to expand to make room for her. Her neck was curled uncomfortably back on itself as her torso was squeezed in, and she grunted as she felt those cool jaws start in on her thighs, the slickness of the sangheili's spit contrasting against the occasional sharpness as her mandibles pressed into her, tugging on her to help the woman swallow her.

She tried to kick again, but she felt like she was encased in concrete, unable to so much as twitch any part of her upper body, her lower held in a vise. She gritted her teeth, starting to well and truly panic. She'd relied on her stature and strength to get her through most physical confrontations in the past, but she was up against someone as tall as she was and massively stronger. Tears began to slide down her face as she whimpered from discomfort and the tightness around her as her hips joined her in the confined space.

Anve slurped her way along her prey's thighs, sighing in relief as she came to her knees. She was mostly putting on a show for Brett, this wasn't how she ate these days. She cocked her head back and gulped slowly, her mandibles working over the still twitching limbs as she focused on getting the girl tucked away. She felt soft hands pressing against her gut and grinned a little around her mouthful as Brett felt around the bulge that was left of his former date. She sighed with relief as she got to the giraffe's ankles and her mandiles wrapped around her hooves. Three more slow swallows and the bitch was safely settled in her gut. She rolled her neck and looked down at the stunned expression on Brett's face.

"Mmm...now, where were we?"

Brett shivered, still feeling uncomfortably and weirdly aroused. "Uh...something about a nicer evening?"

She grinned widely and stroked a finger over his thin ears, enjoying the way they twitched under her touch. "Of course. Come with me."

Brett gulped as Anve settled an arm over his shoulders, leading him out of the alley and off through the station. As they walked, Anve softly asked him questions about himself. He answered in between stealing glances at the bulge in her stomach, which, when he looked closely, was moving ever so slightly. He was ever so slightly worried that he would end the night following Mallory into that maw, but he couldn't deny that he was attracted to Anve's power.

She led him up to a small apartment and palmed the lock pad. The door hissed aside and she led him in. Anve watched him with a grin, enchanted as he looked around curiously, trunk twisting and twitching as it pointed, following his attention. The apartment was only one room, space at a premium on the station, and well...it wasn't as though she needed a kitchen. At the moment, the only things visible were the rack that held her armor and weapons, a chair, and the interface screen, which was currently showing a spectacular view of the desert in her homeworld at night, the moons rising in the sky.

Brett turned at the sound of little pops and clicks to find her pulling off her armor, and he blushed slightly. The chest piece came off first, and he blinked as her belly spilled out of the tight confines, going from a smallish bulge to a big, round gut. He wondered if that had been uncomfortable and marveled at the strength of her armor. Her chest was flat, broad pecs rippling under her scales, and he shivered with the desire to run his hands and trunk over that flat expanse of muscle. She turned and set the armor on hooks in the display case, treating him to a delightful view of smooth, bare back.

Her hands went to her hips and there was another round of pops and clicks as the armor came free. He couldn't help staring as she tugged it off, and her ass came into view. It was lush and thick, but clearly just as muscular as the rest of her. She glanced back over her shoulder and grinned that weird grin of hers, then turned, leaning against the case. His mouth dried up as he glanced down involuntarily at her pussy, which was smooth and tight, and not a little alien, looking somehow more streamlined than a mammalian one. It also looked terribly inviting.

Anve watched him take in her body, and grinned. She was quite proud of it. "Enjoying the view?"

His eyes snapped up to her face. "Uh...yeah," he admitted softly.

She strode over to him, belly swaying with every step. He gulped as she stepped up to him and ran her hands over his shoulders. She leaned down and nuzzled his ear. "I'm looking forward to a view of my own."

He shivered, and his hands came up, unconsciously touching her belly, the texture of her fine scales intriguing. He swallowed hard as he felt the faint outline of Mallory under the thick muscle. "Uh..."

She laughed softly. "Don't worry about her. You're with me now."

"O-Ok," he murmured. She leaned down and slid her hands under his vest, touching his skin. It was soft and smooth and she growled softly, enjoying the feel of it. He went still at the growl, and she took advantage to nuzzle his neck, her thumbs coming up to slide over his nipples. He gasped, his hands twitching on her hips, and he started stroking her as well, hands sliding up and down her sides.

She pushed her hands into the holes of his vest, hooking it and sliding it back off his shoulders. He shivered again and let go of her to shrug it the rest of the way off, letting it fall to the floor. Anve ran her hands down his back, humming in appreciation.

"You're so delightfully soft," she murmured.

He flushed. "Uh, thanks."

She chuckled and one hand dipped down to tap at the catch of his jeans. "How about you get these off, hmm?"

Brett nodded, reaching down and fiddling with them. As he did, his trunk unconsciously reached out and teased at her neck. She made a small noise and he jerked it back, freezing.

"It's fine, little Terran. I find this," she ran a finger down the side of his trunk, "quite intriguing."

He grinned and it curled out to touch, and stroke, and snuffle at her a moment. She grinned encouragingly and he went back to getting his pants off as she explored his chest and back while his trunk touched her gently all over her neck and chest.

Brett shoved his pants down and wriggled out of them, his trunk sliding down to explore her belly as he bent over. He stepped out of them and straightened up, and her eyes dropped to his groin, all four of her pupils widening.

"Oh, my," she murmured, one blunt fingertip stroking over his hefty balls, "you have quite the hidden depths."

Brett blushed and grinned as she fondled his balls. "Thanks."

Anve straightened up and led him over to a blank section of wall. She pressed a switch and the wall opened, a bed folding down. She gave him a gentle push and he crawled onto it.

"Hmmm," she murmured, crouching down and catching his thighs, holding him in place on his hands and knees with his butt towards her. She reached out and slid a finger through his small cuntlips, making him squirm and gasp. "Hidden depths, indeed."

He took a deep breath, looking back over his shoulder. "I-Is that a p-problem?"

She chuckled and flipped him over. "Not in the slightest."

Anve looked down at his sheath, just the tip of his dark gray cock peeking out she leaned down and spread her mandibles, making him whimper as she engulfed his sheath entirely. Her long tongue slid inside and he yelped as she tasted him.

"Uh, you, uh, m-might w-want to b-back away," he said, shivering as she licked his cock inside his sheath.

She chuckled as it pressed against her throat, shaking her head. He grunted, his eyes closing as his cock began to feed into her mouth as it emerged. She swallowed happily as it hit the back of her throat, and then her eyes widened as it kept on coming. Her eyes flicked up to him in surprise as it thickened and spread her throat, diving in until it breached her stomach, pressing into Mallory. Anve grunted and worked her throat around it a moment, enjoying the feeling, before she slowly pulled back off it, sucking gently.

She had to stand up slightly to get it all out, and then she stared at it in amazement. It had to be at least two feet long, and was as thick as his wrist.

"Hot. Damn," she whispered.

He laughed softly, looking a little embarrassed. "Yeah, uh, it's...a lot."

She ran her hand slowly up the length, one long stroke, grinning broadly. "Indeed. You're very...gifted."

He hesitated and then she gasped as his cock squirmed and gently wrapped around her hand. She stared at it in shock as it squeezed and stroked her hand, Brett's eyes half closed and he sighed with pleasure.

"Very gifted," she said softly. She surged up the bed and straddled him, grinning down at him. "I can't wait to find out how that feels from the inside."

His breath hitched as his eyes shot to her belly. She chuckled softly.

"No, not there." She slid her hand along the length of him, uncoiling his cock from her hand. She reached the tip and pressed it into her soft folds. "Here."

He gasped, and Anve moaned as his cock began to slide into her without him moving his hips. "Oh, Gods, that's hot," she murmured.

Brett's eyes slid closed, trunk curling as he shivered. She was oddly cool and still inside, though she was wet as could be. Deeper and deeper he pressed into her. He hit bottom and cracked one eye open to look down. He had a little more than a foot left.

Anve reached down and stroked the length that was outside her. "All of it," she whispered.

His eyes flew all the way open and he stared at her in shock. After a second, he put his hands on her hips and slowly pulled her down as his cock curled back on itself, doubling up on the thickness inside her. She groaned as she sank down until their hips met, the entire two foot cock in her body.

"Fuck," she murmured. She rolled her hips and Brett gasped. He'd never had all of his cock inside a woman and it felt fantastic. He began pumping his hips slowly, the lower half of his cock sliding out, while the head slid deeper inside her in reaction.

Anve groaned as he fucked her inside and out and she clenched down around him, grunting as the thick double helping stretched her inner walls. She leaned forward to brace on her elbows and began rocking back and forth in to to his thrusts, her belly pressing into him. With her hips out of reach, he settled for running his hands over her belly and sides, his trunk petting her chest and neck as he panted. His eyes screwed up from the sensations of the deepest fuck he'd ever given.

She moaned into his ear, nuzzling the soft membrane. He gasped and turned his head into her, his trunk stroking her face as his hands clutched at her. He panted as his hips sped, pounding the excess length into her, his cock twisting and writhing in her depths.

Anve let out a groan and her pussy contracted sharply as she stiffened, her peak blasting through her unexpectedly at the increased pace. Brett squeaked as the space he was in suddenly was twice as tight, stilling his movements. They pressed against each other, locked together as she rocked in place, gasping softly.

She sat up, breathing deeply, looking down at him with a wide smile. "Have another in you?"

He grinned and nodded. "Y-Yeah, I haven't, um..."

Anve laughed softly. "Well, let's see if we can't fix that."

She stretched her mouth open wide and his eyes shot wide as a pair of fangs popped down from her upper jaw. They were only about an inch and a half long, but they looked incredibly intimidating to the young Terran.

"Uh...w-what a-are th-those f-for?"

Her eyes glinted with amusement and hunger as she leaned down and licked his jugular. "How does the old Terran tale go? 'The better to taste you with,' little one."

"Wai-" He yelped as she bit down and he felt a sharp stab in his throat. Then she took a slow gulp and he shuddered as he felt the blood being pulled out of him, a strange sensation of warmth flowing from all his extremities to the point on his neck where her mandibles held him in place. Brett squirmed and she chuckled. She lapped at the wounds and her eyes focused on him, pupils expanded with hunger.

"Better get busy," she murmured against his neck.

He gulped and started rolling his hips again. The blood sucking didn't even feel all that bad, just weird. He went with it as she began rocking again without ever releasing his neck. The pulse on his neck and the pulsing in his cock was suddenly joined by a slow throb from her pussy. He moaned as the tight space suddenly came alive, her hearts beating in time with his as his blood awakened her body.

She shuddered and growled a little into his neck. "Gods, you taste fantastic," she whispered.

He flushed. "Uh, th-thanks?"

Anve laughed lazily as she continued to sip and suckle at him. "Mmm, you're welcome. And," she sighed contentedly as she pressed down, sinking onto his cock to the root, "you're a fantastic fuck. Not many can keep going with the blood loss."

Brett shivered. Truth be told, he was feeling a little lightheaded, but the warmth from the feeding was progressing to a solid throbbing throughout his whole body. He moaned and focused on fucking her, letting the rhythm of his pounding heart dictate his pace. The rhythm was inside her, inside him, pounding at his neck and groin and he shuddered and gasped. On impulse, he grabbed her and rolled them over.

She let out a lovely little growl as he took advantage of being on top to really slam her, pulling half out until just the tip was curled over on itself, and then forcing the whole thing back in. She made a startling little mewling sound that he doubted she would ever admit to and he laughed breathlessly. His head was thrown back as much as he could with her mandibles wrapped around his neck, and he panted heavily. He was beginning to feel weak in the knees when she suddenly wrapped her arms and legs around him, burying him in her and holding him there as she exploded again. This time, his sensitivity and the steady throb that was all through and between them carried him over with her and he pumped a load into her depths, groaning with pleasure.

Brett collapsed on top of her, honestly not even mad at the blood drinking. If this is how he went out, on this wave of stunning pleasure, he could take it. It didn't feel like a bad way to go. Anve hummed softly, sounding deeply satisfied, and her mandibles released his neck just as the world began to tilt a little. She gently slid him off her, groaning as his cock slid out,laying him down beside her.

"Wha-" he muttered, blinking fuzzily.

Anve grinned and ran her tongue over her mandibles. "Mmm, as delicious as you are, you're just the appetizer, little one."

He stared at her in confusion as she sat up. She coughed once, twice, and a pair of hooves popped out of her mouth. His eyes widened as she pressed on her belly and her throat worked, gagging and jerking. He laid back, blinking in amusement and shock as Mallory was vomited up an inch at a time. Her legs barely twitched as they emerged from the vampire's mouth, and he wondered for a second if she was dead.

Far from dead, Mallory was just plain exhausted. She'd given up squirming when something had started pressing against her shoulder blades. From the movements, she could only guess that Brett had cheated on her with the scaly bitch. Still, she had to fight down sobs of relief as the incredibly tight confines eased when her hooves and legs hit air. She groaned as her hips and thighs were laboriously ejected, the air cold on her spit soaked skin and fur. She grunted at the tight squeeze and then sighed with relief as the thickest part of her body was past.

Anve had her eyes closed, her throat and stomach heaving repeatedly. She hated throwing up, which is why she captured prey this way so rarely, but she had to admit it had been a massive turn-on to fuck Brett while his girlfriend was being tightly held by her belly. She coughed again as the bitchy Terran's breasts and upper arms slid out of her mouth, and she braced her hands on her shoulders as they emerged. She pressed down, gagging sharply, and the Terran's long neck slid out in one smooth shot. She spat and her head popped out, blinking blearily in the light.

Amve rolled her neck, spreading her mandibles. "Ahhh, there we are." She laid back and pulled Brett into her side, snuggling down into the bed with him. She reached out one long arm and snagged Mallory's horns, pulling her up so they were nose to muzzle. "Have fun, Mallory?"

A dozen bitchy comments flared and died on Mallory's lips, before she just shook her head, shuddering at finding her head so close to the mouth again.

Anve grinned lazily, stroking Brett's side. "Pity. We did. Twice, in my case."

Mallory squirmed. "G-Good f-for y-you," she spat, though her voice was too shaky to carry any venom. "C-can w-we g-go h-home n-now?"

Anve cocked her head. "Oh, but you haven't gotten any yet tonight. Here," she said, forcing the Terran's face down to her pussy. "How about you clean up the mess Brett made inside me."

Mallory's cheeks burned and she actually managed a half decent glare. "Y-You're k-kidding."

Anve laughed, soft and low. "Aw, does the little Terran not like the taste of her boyfriend?"

Brett grinned. "No, she doesn't."

The sangheili rolled her eyes. "Shame. Cause I'm not kidding."

She jerked Mallory's muzzle into her and the Terran let out a little yelp as the the tip was pressed deep. She squirmed helplessly for a moment, then sagged. Shamefacedly, she began hesitantly licking at Anve, her thick tongue teasing at the surface.

"Ahhh," Anve sighed, laying her head back. "Good start. But the mess is deep in there. You're going to have to do better than half hearted tasting."

Mallory whimpered, eyes rolling up to look at Brett. The little bastard was no help, he looked like Solstice had come early. He was even stroking that monstrosity of a cock, watching eagerly as she was humiliated. She whined and pushed her long tongue into her captor, shuddering at the tasted of spice mixed with the bitter, bleachy flavor of Brett's cum.

Anve gasped and began rolling her hips slightly, fucking herself on Mallory's tongue. "Yes," she groaned. "Ah, fuck, there! It's almost like you've done this before!"

Mallory gagged and shuddered, drawing a laugh from Anve. "No?" She glanced at Brett, laugh turning to a frown. "Really?"

Brett swallowed down a tiny lump of resentment. "Not even once."

Anve snorted. "Wow. It's a pity, she has talent."

Mallory shuddered again, desperate for this to just be over. She glared up at Anve,and began determinedly nuzzling at her clit while her tongue flicked in and out. Anve moaned and began riding her face in earnest, gasping and grunting as she was pleasured.

The fell into synchrony, Mallory matching her nibbling and nuzzling to Anve's thrusts while her tongue thrust at double time. For a moment, the sounds of Mallory's obscene slurps reigned, with a soft counterpoint of Anve's breathy grunting and Brett's excited breaths. Then Anve forced the Terran girl as deep as she could get her, pressing up into her face. Mallory let out a squeak as her tongue was pinned inside the woman by the force of her clenching as she came, moaning softly.

Anve relaxed with a sigh, still holding Mallory's blunt little horns. Mallory yelped as she was dragged up so her head rested on Anve's stomach. She reached up and wiped at her mouth.

"C-Can w-we p-please g-go n-now?" She whimpered, too tired and humiliated to even try to sound snappish.

Anve hummed thoughtfully. "Not quite yet. There's one more thing."

Mallory shuddered. "What."

Anve hauled her bodily up the bed, so that Mallory was laying on top of her, breast to chest. "Dinner."

Mallory yelped as something sharp, two somethings, sliced into the base of her neck. "Ow! Wait, please s-stop!"

Anve sighed happily as she began to gulp, drawing blood out of the Terran by the mouthful. "Mm-mm. Mmmmm."

Mallory thrashed and kicked and Anve chuckled into her neck. The sangheili wrapped her free arm around her upper body, pinning her arms down, while her legs tangled in the Terran's long limbs, preventing her from wriggling free. Anve hummed happily as she continued to gulp slowly, drawing the blood out of her victim hungrily.

Mallory whimpered as she slowly became aware of all the blood in her body as capillaries collapsed under the vampire's assault, her extremities throbbing with the ache of being drained. She struggled against Anve's hold, thrashing weakly.

"Please," she whispered. "P-please s-stop..."

Anve chuckled softly and pulled back a little, lapping at the wounds. "Mmm...no. You're too tasty, and besides-" she took a slow drink, making Mallory's eyes widen and she felt her hands and hooves go numb, "-I think I want to keep Brett for myself."

Brett shivered. "Uh, r-really?" He squeaked.

Anve nodded, slurping up more of Mallory's blood. She pulled back and looked at him with a toothy grin. "Cute? Got the good dick? Considerate of his partners? Yeah, I think you're mine now."

He blushed. "O-OK."

Mallory squirmed. "Brett, no! D-Don't l-let h-her e-eat m-me! P-Please, I'll...I'll l-leave the s-station!"

Anve snorted and tucked in again.

Bret stared at Anve, watching her throat work as she drained his former girlfriend. "Um...I mean, she's gotta eat, Lory."

Mallory shuddered and tears began dripping down her face as her arms and legs went numb. Anve released her to flop limply, still slurping noisily at her neck. She shuddered as she felt her heart laboring under the loss of blood. "No," she whispered. "Please..."

Anve chuckled and nibbled at her neck, sucking down her meal. She swallowed, over and over, her throat working as her belly filled with the Terran's life. Mallory trembled as she felt herself start to fade, her heart skipping beats as it ran out of blood to pump. Her vision darkened and and there was a soft ringing in her ears as the throbbing of her heart stilled, the lack of it deafening. She sagged and twitched softly as Anve drank relentlessly, and finally drifted away.

Anve hummed happily and sucked harder, working at getting the last few dregs out of her. She pulled back and sighed contentedly. With a hard shove, she pitched the lifeless Terran over the side of the bed. Brett stared down at her, unsure of his feelings. She'd been a bitch who made his life hell, but...

Anve rolled over and ran a finger down his chest. "Mmm...she was delicious."

He shivered and looked up at her. "You really...what will you do with the, um, body?"

Anve leaned down and licked his nipple. "Mmm, cleaning service will be by in the morning. Now," she said softly her hand trailing down to tease at his sheath, "you up for another round?"

He blushed and deliberately put Mallory out of his mind. "Sure!"

She laughed softly and slid down to lap at him again. Her finger slid under his balls, stroking his pussy. He gasped and arched into her touch.

"And maybe after I've had a few nice orgasms, we'll see about getting you that oral attention you so desperately lack."

He shivered and touched her head, grinning as his trunk curled in excitement. "S-Sounds good!"

As her tongue slid into his sheath, making him moan, he grinned. He could get used to this.