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A rather average sangheili male sat in the bustling mess hall. Bright red armor shining in the light among the many other colored ranks around him. Poking his food while his blue eyes spaced light years away. However as the small clock ticked on his H.U.D (Heads up display) he noticed the time. Damn, it is almost time. He shoveled quickly, suddenly rather eager to get his meal over with. Abandoning his plate he made for the hall.

The pink corridors of the ship weren't all that crowded, but it was a massive CAS-class assault carrier named Blazing Delight. Though the name was decided before the war, it just so happened to be a ship full of delight. Stepping quickly he fought the urge to run, he would be there in time, he always was.

Passing another hall he nearly bumped into another major who turned the corner, who chuckled at him. "Deroga, I am surprised you are not already there."

"Running a little behind. You are not usually so early Venra," he replied. The two walking together down the hall and to a lift with a couple others down a few floors. His blue eyes shifted as they passed two minors getting on the lift as they stepped off. Nose flaring at the potent scent of sex, making his need rise.

Making their way down the hall they passed a few doors where males more readily came and went, wafting around a great many scents. As if each had bed eight women in a night. Truthfully, it was intoxicatingly accurate. This particular section of the ship was split off for the relief females.

Females brought onboard for the sole purpose of relieving males of pent up sexual frustration from long periods away from their wives. If a male so chose, it was entirely optional but no one looked down on a male who eagerly awaited a turn. The females were unmarried, all of about twenty years of age. A good age to get their taste of excitement before settling down with a husband and producing children.

There were a few females who were sitting out in the lobby area, wearing only the finest dresses and makeup. Older well seasoned females who were there for less physical labor, tending to males by just providing some feminine grace. They were the only females on board who had more serious tasks when not here.

From where he stood, Deroga could see one of the members of the bridge crew. A tall lanky female he knew only as Kalderia, the secondary assistant of the shipmasters right hand, stood out to him. She had a particular air about her that made her hard to miss, especially when she was giving orders on the bridge.

His eyes averted to the room that seemed to be vacating. With Venra close behind he made his way over, the other males thick musk was enough to drive him mad with need. Sliding past a gold clad kaidon he entered the poorly lit room. It was a simple room, could fit over fifty males easily with a grated floor to help prevent slipping in the copious amounts of seed wasted on the ground.

In the middle of the room, under the main light source, was an empty alter like stand. A raised solid table for the most part, about the perfect height for the average male to stand before and rest his groin just above the polished surface that was still wet with the green remains of the previous groups mess.

Daroga and Venra stepped into a corner, watching a band of unggoy shuffle in through another door to wipe down the table and sides before scampering away. The door opening and closing as more joined before the show was even suppose to start. He could not blame them for their own eagerness, the very room and anticipation was putting a fire in his loins and he was sure he'd be walking a little stiffly when he left.

Least not anymore than usual.

Minutes dragged on, the room had grown a little packed but it was more than expected. Finally the door where the grunts had come opened, a sultry female in nothing but some sparse jewelry stepped forth. Her dazzling ocean blue eyes were complemented by the golden hues around her eyes and the gold bands around her neck and upper arms. Longer chains of gold hung before her lithe chest, the muscles well worked and smooth.

The bangles on her wrists sounded as she pet down her front with a purr. Her scaly hide gleamed in the lighting, a soft hue of ashy brown as she continued past the group toward her table. Around her ankles were a few more golden bangles than jingled together as she walked.

Deroga felt his neck tighten, but his loins ached watching her stark body cross the floor. Kina... How beautiful you have become... To think just a few years ago you were so innocent... The way you danced in the moonlight of the yard.

A golden armored male began to approach her, mandibles twisted as he eyed her hungrily. The routine had begun, his plated hands pushing her obeying legs open to expose her most tender area.

Her blue eyes lifting as she rocked toward him, sitting up straight as she purred against his mandibles. Legs up against his hips as her small hands began to work at his armor. Protocol demanded highest ranking males were given priority, and this Kaidon was a regular.

His name was Citr 'Belurai, a sword master who was eager to take advantage of all the rank entailed. Including the ability to reproduce with any female he desired. It would not be his first offspring with Kina, surely not the last since he had taken quite the fancy of her. It was rumored he had already asked her to return home with him, but no one was quite sure of the outcome.

She let out a gasp, hands back on the table as his armor rattled with a thrust. Her face dusted with a blush, a hand on his armored arm, "C-Citr... Gods I swear you get bigger every time... Ah!" Her body shuddered around him as he bottomed out in her, hips slamming together with a rattle of armor.

Her voice was heavenly to hear, her moan like a song to the ceiling. Legs twitching as the male grabbed her hips and pulled her into his body. His large hands made her unarmored form seem almost tiny in comparison.

Deroga noticed a few others were already stroking their own lengths of flesh while they watched the superior officer have his way with the ever eager Kina. He was quick to do the same, sliding his fist down the roughly foot long spire. The angled and flared tip was already leaking, the soft fleshy nubs along the side, hard and ready.

She laid back on the table, hands on his arms as he filled her with his form. Her body rocking to his thrusts, moaning like the needy whore everyone wanted.

Even though from his position he could barely see the action, he didn't have to. He'd been closer a number of times, getting perfect views of her soft cloaca gaped around some males rod. He knew the way her folds quivered around the small bulb like nubs. The way her fluids soaked her inner legs after just a few rounds, though the smears of green seed were also to blame.

If there was one thing Kina loved, it was feeling a male finish inside her. Though she took birth control, as protocol demanded, she knew and loved that it wasn't fool proof. The consequences were just as enjoyable to her as the deed. She was one of the few females who provided pregnant sessions for those who didn't mind, or even prefered females heavy with offspring.

Deroga was guilty of never missing those shows either. Watching her belly swell with an egg, hands caressing her stomach as if holding their own possible offspring while making love. Though she always took some time off after laying to let herself tighten back up. But she was known to take private sessions from high ranking males eager to try impregnating her again so soon.

Citr growled a bit, hips slowing as he pressed in deep. A couple exhausted breaths passing before he pulled back and gently dropped her legs. Stepping back to watch his bright green seed pour down the length of the table. With a nod he stepped around and started putting himself away.

Deroga took advantage of the moment to relax from his built up need. Pulling back from his edge to insure he could last the whole session, just as he always did. Watching a zealot approach from the far side of the room, already erect and eager.

Kina scooted around, letting him direct her into a new position and start using her. She moaned, gripping the edge of the table as he rocked her body. The soft blush of her face was darkening, eyes starting to become hazy and distant. The hormones and excitement getting to her.

Watching from the corner he felt hot, hand tight around his shaft. His face boiled with blush as he watched. Followed by the faint feeling of filth which only made him harder. He shouldn't be here, in this room full of males watching this female get bred like a cheap whore. Lifting his hand he bit a knuckle with his teeth, struggling to keep the other males oblivious of his dripping enjoyment.

An enjoyment that could get him disowned or even killed.

Deroga watched as she positioned herself for another male, her cries of pleasure dragging him closer to the edge that he fought. It would take a few hours before her shift was over, and he was determined to hold out the whole time. Despite the dangers, he could not rip his eyes from her delicious body.

The way her body rocked from a males thrusts, her drunken blush and smile. Claws raking the table as moans of ecstasy were cast to echo in the room. Already her legs were drenched with her own fluids and copious amounts of seed that dripped down her shapely legs to the floor.

How could he not desire her, to be one of the males that pulled her hips close and poured his seed into her hungry clenching depths. To feel her quivering body in his hands, milking his flesh. The idea brought him close to his peak, silently whimpering as he pulled himself back again.

Kina was weakening, her movements slow and shaky, the drugs and exhaustion were getting to her. In order to serve so many, the females took an otherwise illegal drug. Rationed and restricted by only the most trusted medics on board. It made them eager, causing an insatiable itch that could only be scratched with an equally needy males spire. Even if her body was exhausted, she still begged and craved for more. Granted, it was no different than how she was without the drug.

Deroga smiled to himself at the fond memory, watching from afar as she was bred by four workers in the fields around her home keep. Listening to her moaning, crumpled up on the ground as the males continued to use her again and again until they were more than satisfied. Leaving her soaked and weary form in the dirt.

He had taken a habit of following her when they were present in the same keep. It was rare, but Kina was not one to turn down their older distant cousins when they visited. They were aggressive with her, but she enjoyed it. Running off with them to a secluded spot where they regularly hung out, bending her over a rock where they could use her.

It had also been the spot where she conceived her first child, no doubt one of the distant cousins but the relation was diluted enough there was no real punishment when it was finally found out. He remembered that night particularly, the fight that had broken out over her surprise pregnancy. Narrowing it down to the cousins.

Deroga had hidden himself away and came harder than ever, remembering it so fondly as they used her for over an hour among themselves. That meeting, that spot, he had watched the creation of her first child.

Returning from his thoughts he had to pause for a breath, pulling himself back from the edge again. His shaft no doubt frustrated with the constant edging. When he did finally release it would be massive, and sore for a while after. But Kina was worth it.

Taking a break he watched Kinas body as she was bred from behind. The way her scales were glossed with sweat, her drunken blue eyes wondering the room in a haze. Searching for the next possible father to her number of children.

Deroga bit his finger harder, fighting the urge to climax. Imagining another child with no clear cut father. It was far from uncommon for females, but it was a certainty with Kina. Were she to ever marry, her husband would never be quite sure if a child were his... or his brothers... or an uncles... Maybe a cousins. Not that she would be unfaithful to her husband, there was no doubt in his mind she would love and cherish her husband. But she has needs too.

Minutes were passing. Males dumping their seed in her, on her, or wasted on the floor before departing. Derogas own climax bounced off the edge every time he drew close, eager to make it last to the end, but he was struggling.

Gods Kina... For years I've wanted you... Your beauty unmatched, your desires so... feral. If only I knew you felt the same... I would drive my spire deep and not pull out until I gave you exactly what you desired... His body was burning hot, no doubt a blush was across his face while his arousal dripped from his tip. He was glad his position made it difficult for others to watch him.

Slowly but surely the room continued to empty, minutes turning to hours. Soon Citr would return to provide Kinas final round, it was said this is what made him so successful in breeding her. The other males wasted efforts drowning the drugs, so his seed could 'cut' through and provide her with the child she so desired.

Part of him was jealous... A big part of him. His rank, his virility, Kinas love... How he desired to win her over. Even if she already did love him... As family. Thinking of their relation made a heavy stream of his pre hit the floor. Closer than cousins... Siblings! My sister... No dilution... We share the same father, same mother! If only you knew how thankful I am that we were separated. Different keeps, different last names, no one would suspect a thing!

Squeezing his tip hard he pulled himself back from a painfully close climax. I want to... Gods Kina how I would cherish you. Soaked and sodden with others seed be damned. If only I had the courage! If only I knew you would not scream it to the ship that I am your brother... Just once, that is all I wish for!

He watched her body, glistening as she was taken from behind. Knowing any minute Citr would show up and claim the last spare minutes of her shift. If Citr bred her this day, he may never see her again. His shift had changed, traded with some new recruit and his new shift would make him working while she was bred. To hell with it!

His armor rattled as he stepped closer, weaving between a few to stand on the edge of the circle, watching another minor press his hips in, more seed drooling down the side of the alter. The green soaked her legs, and she was noticeably gaped. He could feel his own seed drip with each pulsating throb, though his climax suddenly seemed far away as his nerves started to settle in his stomach.

Neck tightening he watched the minor step away, knowing Citr could be here any second he did not have time to debate his next move. Stepping quick across the floor to her legs, lifting her knees up to her chest. Fighting back a well needed moan of pleasure as his entire spire slid right in.

Though she was loose, her new position squeezed her muscles together. Her breath caught, no doubt in some pain from her legs hanging uselessly for so long. But she did not push him away, just gripped the table edge harder.

Throwing his hips into her he could feel every bit of his pent up frustration boil. He could feel her most inner velvety depths against his tip when he pressed their cloacas together. He could care less as the mixture of various males coated his own folds, the relief that filled him was enough to ignore it. So warm.... So soft... Yes Kina... Sister...

The door opened and Citr stepped through, growling as he spotted Deroga annoyingly in his place. He'd always been on time for the last round, even come to expect it as other males stepped aside for him.

I will not... I was here, she is mine! He let out a growl of his own, lifting a knee to the table beside her. Using the weight of his armor and himself to thrust into her. Staying deep as his spire ground against her walls.

Her eyes were wide, gasping between thrusts, "Oh gods... Oh gods yes!"

Yes, enjoy me sister... Enjoy me as you did our cousins. Even if you do not remember this, I will. I will cherish every moment of you as mine... You are mine! His hands grasped harder, claws creasing her hide. Groaning as his peak neared. So close sister... Just a little more.

Her right hand flew up and grabbed him by the chest plate, yanking on him. Pulling him down to press her head to his, eyes locked. Her beautiful blue orbs an angry tempest, even glazed over with her pleasure. "Do not dare... Not yet..."

His mandibles pressed together, blue eyes blinking in confusion. Dare what?!

She purred as her hand released his armor and wrapped around to the back of his neck, panting heavily as her folds twitched around him. "Do not sow your seed just yet..." Her hips squirmed up against him.

His neck tightened, feeling his spire throb as she shifted against him. Pulling himself back from the edge just a little. Unable to rip his eyes from hers, I will sister... If it will make you enjoy me more... His trusts were slow, carefully paced as he forced himself to hold back, just enough.

As the climax settled back down his pace picked up, slamming himself down on her with wet slaps, listening to her moan directly into his neck. Every fiber ached to plunge his seed into her, to fulfill all of his desires, but he focused on her. Hands leaving her slick legs to hold the table.

Her warm breath sending tendrils of pleasure through his flesh. Her other hand lifting up his arm to grip his bicep just under his pauldron as she laid her legs against his shoulder. Letting out a pleasure filled cry as he pressed deeper.

Sliding his other knee up on the table he hovered over her, hips grinding down to smear seed and her sweet fluids between their cloacas. Grunting into his thrusts as he felt her warm walls shutter, squeezing around him. Yes sister... Enjoy me... Welcome my love as I make you mine. Damn our families... Damn the law! I will enjoy you completely. I will fill you as deep as I can. I will do my damnedest to put MY offspring in you!

A heavy shutter ran up his back, hands grasping her shoulders to press them down as his hips threatened to scoot her right across the table.

Her mandibles lay open, tongue snaked out as she panted, "Yes yes yess! Do not stop!" Her body rocked under him, moans filling the air between excited cries, her claws raking his nerve skin. Another climax slammed through her, tensing her legs as he did not stop his thrusting.

Deroga found himself pushed upward, but her hands still clung to him. Huffing as her climaxing walls rubbed over his nubs, pulling at him. So close... Oh gods yes... I will fill her with my seed. I will make her mine!

Her hands pulled away, pushing at his shoulders as her legs swung up, parting to lay on his arms. Sighing as he rose them and she laid her legs over his armored thighs, hands guiding him back down to press their brows together, her head against his helmet. She purred as her fingers slid up his chestplate and by his neck, grasping either side of his helmet as she slid it off. Grinding upward toward him as her arms rose above her head to lay the helmet aside.

He ground his hips into her with a soft growl, rubbing their mandibles together. Hides touching, inhaling her sweet and sweaty scent. Lost in her nuzzling he almost didn't notice her whispers.

"Please... Please fill me. I need you..." She let out a startled gasp as his thrusts picked up once more. Their tender cloacas squished together, her fluids diluting the seed between him with every quiver, and wet squelch as his spire filled her. Moaning as her head laid back.

He was not going to stop this time, nothing was going to stop him. His eyes glancing up at Citr who still stood there defiantly. She is mine... She is mine! I will fill her with MY seed. It is ME she enjoys this time! He slid a hand under her shoulders and neck, lifting her as he licked along a vein. Hips and back burning as he continued his mad thrusts.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, ankles locking in place, letting out a cry, "Yes! Yes Deroga fill me!"

Like a wire snapping his mandibles wrapped around her throat, biting into her glistening skin just under her mandibles. His hips slammed forward, hands dropping to grasp her shapely hips and push them down into him. Managing nothing but a guttural growl as his own climax kept his hips humping against her. Feeling the warmth of his own seed flood her, fighting her clamping walls until the heat and pressure broke and his seed gained some distance across the alter into the smeared fall against the metal. Other ropes quickly joining as his climax continued to rock through him.

As he relaxed with a heavy breath he pulled his mandibles away, feeling her trembling form beneath him. Though his arms seemed a little shaky themself as he looked down at her.

Her eyes were distant, yet gazed up at him with a lust fulfilled softness. Soft chest lifting and falling with each heavy breath, the aftershocks of her climaxes continuing to make her shiver. Her brown hide shimmered with sweat, glistening like a goddess fresh from the waves.

She sighed, using a hand to brush against his armored mandibles. Then laid her head back, "What a day..." Her eyes arched up, but her head did not follow, then she returned her gaze to Deroga, "Thanks for coming boys."

With that they were dismissed, Deroga watching as Citr turned with a frustrated huff and growl. He took a careful step back, slowly pulling free of her depths as more seed leaked from her folds. Climbing off the alter where he stood for a hovering moment to watch her stiffly sit up, legs parted as their blue eyes met.

Her mandibles tilted in a gentle, but tired and drunken, smile, "Do not be late for your duties warrior." Hands offering his red painted helmet.

A faint blush crossed his mandibles, and he gave a nod, hands touching hers as he laid his hands on his helmet. Managing a small glance up to her blue orbs as he took it and slid it on before stepping precariously around as he tucked his flesh away in his armor. His gaze made his head look over his shoulder at her as she was helped down by a pair of unggoy. Finally out of the room the door shut and she was gone.

He took a moment to collect himself, mandibles pressed together firmly as he walked toward the repair bay where he worked. She knew...