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Lak had graduated from the academy with no great esteem, but high marks overall, showing an aptitude for marksmanship and strategy. For his first assignment, he had been placed on a reconnaissance ship, The Silent Blade, which was helmed by Shipmaster Lurda. However, once he arrived on the ship, he wasn't exactly sure what to do. The crew of the Phantom that transported him offered no help. They did little more than kick him off the drop ship and fly off, leaving him alone in the hangar. There were many Unggoy here, and many Huragok, and even a Brute whose sole purpose seemed to be heavy lifting. Lak attempted to speak to each of them, one at a time. The Unggoy babbled on and on in a variety of languages, clearly frightened to be near Lak. The Huragok, by contrast, did not even notice his presence. Even after he stood in their path, they simply floated around him. The Brute acknowledge him with a snort and glare, and then resumed his task of picking up one heavy piece of equipment and carrying it to the other side of the hangar. When he was pressed, the Brute admitted he did not know what a Sangheili should do in such a situation, and asked that he be left to his toil.

In the academy, Lak had been taught to fire a plasma rifle and recharge it, maintain his armor, forage for food on an alien planet, recite prayers, engage in close quarters combat, plan a charge, issue orders, follow orders, die against the heretics while taking as many as he could out with him... and yet he had never been told what to do when he first arrived on a ship. He would have laughed if he weren't smothered in anxiety. He was a warrior, and if he were dropped into battle, he would know what to do. But what was a warrior to do in a moment of peace?

His salvation came in the form of a Special Operations Operator, who strolled into the hangar with casual indifference. At first Lak thought that the operator was here for him, but the operator barely spared him a glance. Instead, the operator made a beeline for the Brute.

It was almost funny to watch. The Brute was the taller of the two, but only slightly, so Lak placed the operator at nine feet tall. The Brute attempted to go about his work, head held low, not daring to meet the Sangheili's glance, but the Sangheili stood in his path until at last he was acknowledge. What was funny, was to see the amount of fear that racked the Brute's heart. He was quite obviously terrified, and Lak just had to enjoy that.

The operator began their conversation with a knee to the Brute's stomach, that brought the Brute to all fours, gasping for air. Then the operator squatted down and whispered something to the Brute, before turning to leave, but his eyes happened upon Lak once again.

"Why are you just standing there?" the operator said. "Name and rank."

"Lak Gekoree," he said. "I am a minor, sir."

"Ah yes, you are the new recruit. I am Special Operations Operator Prin Crolunee. Have you been assigned a lance?"

Lak swallowed. "No sir. I... I was not sure what to do, to be honest. Where to go, I mean."

"Would it not be obvious you need to speak to the shipmaster? It is only his generosity that allows you to place your feet on his ship."

"I... yes sir, that is logical. I am sorry. It was not my intention to insult him in any way."

"And now you have wasted my, rather precious, time. I believe you should apologize to me."

Lak swallowed again, but bowed his head meekly, and gave a weak nod. "I apologize, Special Operations Operator Prin Crolunee. I ask your forgiveness for my misstep."

"We were all young once," Prin said, and when Lak looked up, there was a subtle upturn of the mandibles. "And the shipmaster forgives you as well." Prin sighed. "The heretics," he said. "They are weak and foolish, but quite plentiful. Our resources are spreading thinner and thinner every day. An operator may find himself in command of a ship of Unggoys and Brutes, with few Sangheili to rely on. And more and more Sangheili are being pushed through the academy, without proper training." Prin looked Lak over slowly, taking in his every detail. Lak felt oddly ill, even shamed, as the golden eyes of the operator skimmed him over. "You are so small," he muttered. "Like a woman. Tell me, Lak. If I ordered you to kill that Brute over there, what would you do?"

Lak sighed softly, thinking carefully, but saying, with a slight shiver in his spine, "Whatever it takes."

"Ah, good answer. Come with me to my room, Lak, we have much to do before your first deployment."

Both a shipmaster and an operator, Prin had a room of befitting size. In the academy, recruits were forced to live in barracks, beds mere inches from each other. Although Lak did not mind the company, he did not particularly like it either. Now to be standing in a room of such impressive dimensions, all for one Sangheili, it was awe-inspiring to the wide eyed youth.

"Remove your armor," Prin ordered.

Lak turned to him, and meekly asked, "Sir?"

"Remove your armor, minor. I want to see what the Council, in their infinite wisdom, has decided to throw me."

A Sangheili's power armor protected the wear from heat and ballistic based weaponry. Despite that, it was easy to remove, and with a few grasps of his hands, Lak was down to only his skinsuit. He organized the armor in one of the room's corners, attempting to be neat, and was about to turn to face Prin, when he suddenly felt the larger male wrap his arms around him from behind. Lak attempted to slip away, but found the arms were tight around him. And then Prin's hands were on his chest, applying just enough pressure to keep Lak from wiggling away.

"Sir?" Lak asked.

"Quiet," was Prin's only answer. "Do no move. That is an order."

The skinsuit did little to protect Lak from the squeezing, groping hands, which soon strayed away from the chest. Prin squeezed Lak's thin arms, massaging the muscle, but perhaps disappointed, he returned to Lak's chest. Lak's pectorals were an object of fascination for the Sangheili giant, and several tense moments were spent squeezing and massaging the skin and slight pocket of fat. And although Lak guessed he could just slip out of the embrace if he wanted to, he obeyed the orders and allowed Prin his exploration. Even as the hands drifted over his tight abdomen and to his larger than average hips, giving them several squeezes and rubs. "You have the body of a woman," Prin said. His tone was monotone, making it difficult to tell if it was an insult or just an observation.

Both hands took hold of Lak by the buttocks, and squeezed suddenly, earning a choked gasp before Lak regained his composure. "No need to be nervous, minor. I quite enjoy your body, actually. And I am curious if you would like to have some fun. Before you answer, minor, keep in mind: it is far better to be in my favor than against me. This is my ship, after all."

"I will do as is commanded of me, sir. As is my duty to the Covenant."

The hands moved to Lak's flanks, and took hold of them. Lak felt himself pulled back. The bed squeaked beneath Prin's significant weight as the giant Sangheili came to sit, and then Lak was pulled off his feet, coming to sit in Prin's lap. "Do not resist," Prin said quickly, even though Lak had not made a move of defiance.

From behind, one lone finger traced Lak's chest, starting at his throat and brushing all the way down his body, finally coming to his groin. Prin cupped the entirety of the crotch, giving it soft squeezes and a gentle massage, earning cute little groans from Lak. Lak wiggled and groaned, shifting sometimes, but never actually trying to escape the hold.

The design of a Sangheili's skinsuit incorporated a small slit in the crotch, useful for urination. It consisted simply of two flaps of overlapping cover, which meant a determined finger could easily slip inside. Soon, Lak felt Prin's finger squirming and worming around inside his suit, the polished nail and rough skin wrestling with Lak's slowly growing pride until his cock was hooked. Prin pulled his finger back, slowly, carefully, and when Lak finally had the nerve to look down, his adorable purple shaft was resting placidly outside of the slit.

"You're a virgin," Prin noted. His finger formed an odd hook, and he squeezed Lak's erection around the base with just the strength of his digit. At first, there was slight pain, as the most sensitive part of his anatomy was being manhandled rather brutishly. Prin's fingers were coarse and rude on his tingling flesh. But the pain was nothing awful, at least not at first. The worst pain, Lak found, was growing in his hips and pubic bone. Prin was squeezing the shaft quite tight, and yet his hand was oddly pleasant. The earliest rubbing had begun to excite Lak, and now blood wanted to flow to the erection to engorge it. But the finger's embrace was so merciless, not a drop of blood could reach the glans. It hurt, but in a pleasant sort of way.

"I can always tell the virgins," Prin continued. "The council sends me your kind to toughen you up, make real warriors out of you. The methods I use are unimportant to them. Your first lesson, minor, is that I am your superior in every way. Do you understand?"

Lak nodded softly, and the finger released. Purple blood flooded his starved, limp shaft, engorging it quickly. In opposite of how he had been before, Prin's hands were now sweet and generous, stroking Lak's girth with a tenderness he did not realize a warrior could possess. Prin's other hand moved under Lak's arm, and began to idly rub over his body, first his pectorals, and then his belly and then back to his pectorals.

It had been so long since Lak had an affectionate touch. In the academy, there was never a moment's privacy, and although some of the recruits engaged in lewd public acts, Lak had never been one of them. So starved for kindness, it took little for Lak's girth to grow to full size, still held in Prin's oddly gentle hand. A moment later, the first drop of pre formed at the very tip of the slit. That single drop was joined by another, and a third, before its weight and size pushed itself off the plateau of the penis. It rolled down the warm flesh, soon landing on one of Prin's large fingers.

"By the rings, you are pent up. What would happen if I do this?"

Like a vice, Prin's fingers closed, and Lak sat straight up. He attempted to push himself away from the giant and escape, but Prin's other hand found his chest and pushed him back, keeping him in the muscular lap. Lak's erection immediately showed signs of abuse. The glans turned a deep, rich shade of purple, and the steady flow of pre came to an abrupt stop. Prin's opposite hand continued to idly rub Lak's chest, taking no end in the delight of his abdomen or pectorals, even as Lak whimpered and snarled and begged to be let up.

Prin finally relented, and Lak gave a sigh of relief. Prin's affections returned to tenderness. He rubbed with expertise, squeezing only occasionally, and Lak began to melt under the touches. A steady stream of white was oozing out of Lak's penis, but only individual drops at a time. Prin was patient, and occasionally washed his hands with the white, giving lubrication to the rub. All the while, Lak could feel a pressure in his pubic bone, different than before, as his testicles began to stir the sweet white nectar in his loins.

Lak grunted suddenly, and Prin moved his hand to the base of the erection. Two fingers rubbed the base, massaging some sort of special spot Lak had never known about before. He began to wiggle and groan, the steady stream of pre oozing out of his cock growing thicker and whiter, an indication his climax was approaching, if the pitiful groans that escaped his throat was not indication enough.

The state of bliss Lak found himself in shattered as Prin wrapped his finger around the base of the cock. As before, he sat up suddenly, but this time kept himself seated without Prin's insistence. The steady stream of seed had been cut off completely. The flow of blood stopped, and Lak's erection began to throb and fatten. Lak's hands clenched into fists. He began to breathe steady, and finally began to wiggle and fight, his whimpers begging Prin to release him.

Eventually, Prin loosen the tight hold he had on Lak's shaft. Lak groaned loudly as a rush of white ran up the tub of his penis. Like a plasma rifle's blast, blobs of white were suddenly exploding out of the engorged head, blasting out of the slit. Lak's body contorted as he humped up, ramming himself into Prin's awaiting hand. Prin never lost hold of the rigid shaft, and playfully lifted it, aiming it so the musky white blobs impacted the chest he had been admiring earlier. Splash after splash rippled through Lak's body, the minor ceaselessly humping and shouting and begging, hissing and snarling like a rabid beast, as Prin casually kept hold of him and provided just the right pressure in his rubs.

Lak was not a large Sangheili, which made the sheer volume of seed he spurted out quite impressive. Splash after splash exploded from the widened slit, hitting Lak's chest or the bed, depending on how accurate Prin's aim was. Even after Lak's weak flesh yielded and he collapsed back, laying still save a few lust filled shivers, his penis continued to unload a mighty tide, much to Prin's delight.

It seemed like hours before Lak remembered how to use his legs. His body was electric. Occasionally a tingle rippled through him, and when he stood, his penis happened to slap his leg, causing a spurt to explode onto the ground. He looked down at himself, drenched in his release, and then looked to the door. Heart filled with shame, he rushed to it, attempting to escape the room, but it didn't even occur to him the door would be locked. He fumbled dumbly with it, his fingers soaked in slimy, slippery cream, and when he could not undo the lock, he attempted to pound the door down

Prin was in no rush to catch up to him. His long legs allowed him to cross the room with ease, and he placed his hands upon Lak's shoulders. Prin's body suddenly slammed against Lak's, pinning him to the wall beneath the superior girth, so tight Lak could not even whimper. He remained pinned for several agonizing moments, his penis pressed painfully between the door and his belly, before Prin loosened his embrace, however slightly. "I did not say you could leave."

Lak lifted his hands, hoping to push away from the wall, but Prin caught him by the wrists and forced his hands over his head. Prin spread his legs, and thrust his hips forward, his crotch bumping against Lak's large buttocks and earning a confused snort from the smaller male. He rubbed his hips very slowly, moving his crotch side to side or up and down, or in a cute circle, but always applying delightful pressure to Lak's squishy rump. Even through two layers of skinsuit, the warmth that radiated from Lak's ass was quite pleasant on Prin's quickly engorging shaft. The skinsuit was far from pleasant for Prin. They were meant to be worn when unexcited and a Sangheili's penis was hidden in the curve of their sheath, but now his impressive erection was pushing its way against the elastic material. But some part of him enjoyed how tightly his penis was squeezed, and when he humped and his erection was suddenly right between Lak's large buttocks, resting in the crack, it was nothing short of delightful. He shoved himself forward into Lak, pressing the minor into the wall and making him howl in pain as his penis was crushed.

Lak felt Prin's hands around his neck, and his fingers hook into the top of the suit. Prin pulled, and the suit, made from an elastic material, expanded suddenly. Prin pulled the suit down, over Lak's thin shoulders and off his arms, and then began to work it farther down the body. He worked it until it was at Lak's hips, where he stopped and allowed it to remain. "Do not move," Prin ordered. "If you do, I will allow the Brute to have his way with you, and he will not be nearly as gentle as I."

And so Lak remained, against the wall, erection throbbing and occasionally spurting white. His fingers flexed, and his hands occasionally clenched into fists when a wash of pleasure rushed over him. He humped the wall cutely, though tried to remain subtle, afraid Prin would grow angry with a show of defiance.

Prin stripped out of his armor, and placed it on a mannequin standing inconspicuously in the corner. He pulled his skinsuit until it was at his hips, the same as he had done to Lak, and fished his drooling erection out of the slit. Prin was the perfect Sangheili, in every way. Mentally he was sharp and focused, and physically he looked as if his body had been carved out of stone. As he felt Prin move away from him, Lak happened to steal a few glances, and found his erection spurt all the more at the sight of Prin's rippling body.

Taking a small knife from the table, Prin approached Lak, and suddenly caught the smaller male by the back of the neck, shoving him into the wall. Lak gasped, and by instinct, he turned to face his attacker. Priority was the knife, of course. As he had been taught to do in the academy, he twisted, reached for the knife, and managed to take Prin by the wrist. But while Lak had been trained what to do in a controlled environment, Prin was a veteran of countless skirmishes where rules did not apply. A knee found its way into Lak's stomach, and suddenly, everything was spinning. Prin was not concerned with the hand that held his wrist, as he had another to use, and took Lak by the throat. He slammed Lak's into the wall, his head making a dent. Then, reversing the grip on his wrist, Prin turned Lak abruptly, and once more slammed him into the wall, this time with his arm restrained behind his back.

Lak felt the knife trace under his shoulder blades, and slowly move down his back. The knife came to rest at the top of his butt cheeks, and Lak shivered slightly. His breath hiked as the sharp tip of the blade had pressure applied, and very slowly cut down the cleft of his ass.

"Look to your left, and behind you," Prin said. Lak obeyed without question, and came face to face with Prin for the first time in what seemed like hours. Prin looked down, and Lak followed the gaze until he saw the operator's deep purple shaft, easily two feet in length and completely hard. Lak stared, transfixed, as Prin threw the knife away and began to very gently rub himself. There was already a puddle between his large feet, a sign of just how eager he was to get started. The cream that now steadily dribbled from the shaft wetted Prin's hand, and was washed over the cock, making it glisten like a heavenly rod.

"No fear, Lak," Prin said. "Sangheili do not show fear, ever. I know you are a virgin, but try not to show it."

Lak dipped his head, eyes screwed shut, as he felt a very gentle press between his heavy cheeks. The bulk was far too small to be Prin's magnificent erection, so after a moment of deduction, he determined it must be one of Prin's fingers. Smaller and thinner in size than his pride, the finger was still quite large and thick, and shoved into Lak's virgin vent; it had the minor seeing stars. The flesh of Lak's anus rolled up and over the finger as it continued to push, well lubricated from Prin's earlier masturbation. Grunts and groans escaped him as the digit slowly wiggled and worked itself deep, until almost the entire length was inside him, the sharpened nail pressed right against Lak's prostate. Every time pressure was placed upon his prostate, a spurt of white gushed out of Lak's still throbbing cock, dropping to the ground with a vulgar plorp.

The finger pulled out slowly, and Lak was given several moments to catch his breath. His anus, especially the outmost rim, tingled pleasantly, and he still felt a phantom weight against his prostate. By the lewd noises behind him, he was aware Prin was masturbating, getting his fingers nice and wet before he began again. Lak tried to remain calm, and patient, for what came next. This time gripping one of Lak's heavy cheeks and pulling it out of the way, Prin revealed the cute, slightly loosen puckered hole. Prin pressed two fingers inside him. The fingers were as not gentle this time, and effort was spent spreading and working deeper, stretching Lak's tight anus wider. But still, it was not unpleasant. He had never been touched back there, and was almost happy Prin was not going slow, giving him a virgin rush.

It was when three fingers were shoved up Lak's ass that he almost collapsed. Prin was preparing him to take the heavy shaft, training him to open wider and wider, but just three and Lak felt like he couldn't breathe. His knees were shaking, and his penis kept spurting white onto the floor, and he was terrified what more would happen, if he could even survive it.

Prin's four fingers formed an odd duckbill shape, and he took his time dribbling white over them, getting his fingers lubricated and wet. Lak rested his head on wall, eyes closed. He felt both amazing and sick from all he had been through. His anus was tingling, and he could not deny the raw pleasure that surged through his body in electric ripples. He let loose a roar when Prin's four fingers were suddenly forced between Lak's cheeks and stretched into his anus, up to the last knuckle. All four fingers spread apart, forcing Lak's body to stretch to a degree it never had before, and he was forced to endure for several pained, breathless moments until at last Prin eased his fingers closed and his hand back. To his delight, Lak's anus remained gaping.

"Now, I believe you are ready."

Prin's hands came to rest on Lak's wrists, keeping them pinned to the wall. His erection, jutting forward like the turret of a gunship, needed no guidance. He simply pushed his hips forward, and his throbbing glans pressed right into Lak's squishy ass cheeks. They deflected his first thrust, but on the second, his aim was better, and he slid between the widely parted buttocks. Lak wiggled his hips side to side, groaning and gasping with every breath as he felt Prin's glans press inside him. Perhaps it was his tired and aroused mind, but he fancied Prin's pride even larger than the entire hand that had been sodomizing him. His tingling vent was wide enough to allow Prin passage, but his squeezing and flexing bowels were not as inviting. Prin took his time though, working his hips forward and then pulling back, working forward and then pulling back, gently stretching Lak's anal walls. The walls gripped and squeezed and pushed, but with the right mixture of pressure and stimulation, they yielded, slurping wetly over the cock. Wet flesh rolled over itself, and slowly more and more of Lak's bowels were invaded by the insistent girth, until it began to batter against the slimy prostate.

Lak would have collapsed had Prin not taken him around the middle. A steady stream of white pre was oozing out of Prin's cock and into Lak; washing his squeezing walls and making the steady thrusts and pulls easier, but no less breathtaking. And even though he had hit Lak's prostate, Prin continued to work himself deeper. Lak's erection continued to leak, splashing onto the wall or dribbling into the ever growing puddle at his feet. He hadn't a clue how he had remained hard for what seemed like hours. It had just been so long, years and years since he had last felt this pleasure.

One hand was around Lak's middle, keeping him up. The other reached around, and after a brief groping, it took hold of Lak's pride. Not quite as massive as the giant's behind him, but Lak still had an impressive length of about a foot and a quarter. Soon, both of Prin's hands were squeezing it, rubbing it, massaging it or tugging and pulling the sheath skin back, exposing the deep purple glans. "Look down," Prin ordered, and Lak allowed his head to hang loose on his shoulders. His erection was aimed down, to the ground, and Prin was working it as a hungry Unggoy would a teat. He was being milked, his erection massaged and worked hard and fast or slow and steady, but always worked, always rubbed, as if Prin's only goal was to empty his testicles of every drop.

He felt Prin press all the way inside him: the muscular hips resting right against Lak's bruised buttocks, still housed beneath the skinsuit's cover. Prin shoved himself farther again, and Lak's squishy ass yielded, the weight shifting out of place. Prin was allowed to drive himself a few more precious inches inside the clenching, squeezing tunnel. He continued to milk Lak, working him painfully, and then squeezed Lak's cock in his vice like grip. Prin pushed his hips forward, and took a deep breath, a moment later releasing all his pent up lust into Lak's bowels and belly, flooding his inside with warmth. He released his merciless grip on Lak's erection, and the erection suddenly gushed out, white splashing wildly like an unmanned turret. Lak's feet were coated, as were his legs, the floor, and the wall before him. Lak was suddenly pressed into that same wall, as Prin battered and rammed him without warning, driving himself forward harder and harder and making the poor little Sangheili whimper and groan. Dents formed in the wall as his body was slammed.

Getting a good hold of the squishy ass cheeks, Prin began to pull himself back, seemingly without concern for Lak, who was practically impaled upon the massive shaft. Whimpers and gasps escaped the smaller male as his bowels were ravaged. The glans, the largest part of Prin's glorious shaft, seemed to have grown fatter while inside Lak, and the feel of them pushing and brushing the skin left him with a deep ache inside. When Prin was finally free, he took Lak up with almost ironic care. Lak rested against him, sighing. He was brought to bed, and laid down.

Prin's large, strong hands brushed over him, massaging him, perhaps checking for any internal wounds or breaks. When none could be found, he began to work the skinsuit around Lak's hips and down the rest of his body. It was ugly and soiled and torn, but Prin still treated it with the utmost care, actually taking the time to hose it off and hang it up in his personal bathroom. Prin then removed his own skinsuit, but uninterested in it, simply threw it in the trash.

"You've done well," Prin said, rubbing his hands over the smaller male's front. Again, he seemed fascinated with Lak's pectorals, but also took his time with Lak's belly, massaging and rubbing it, feeling the seed housed inside slosh about beneath his fingers. He had filled Lak's bowels, no doubt, and with no place to go, there were at least a few drops housed inside his gut. Prin smiled, feeling plenty of empty space, and said, "I think you still have some room."

"No," Lak said, gasping. Prin stood up and caught Lak as he attempted to flee. He threw Lak against the bed, and using his great strength, actually hoisted Lak up but the buttocks, his nails digging into the soft, warm skin. "No, no, no!" Lak whimpered, scratching and clawing at the bed sheets, until he felt a strong slap across his rump cheek.

Prin smiled slightly, and pulled his hand back to deliver another full handed spank across Lak's distinctly womanly hips. The excess weight Lak carried shifted and jiggled slightly before laying still. "If you are going to act like a bitch," Prin declared, and accentuated the words with another broad slap that caused Lak's hanging hips to jiggle and his puckered hole to clench from the force. "Then I am going to fuck you like a bitch."

The break between sessions seemed to have done Lak well. His vent had begun to close, and so there was delightful friction as Prin pressed his aching shaft between the cheeks, and gently began to work on the puckered hole. Instead of slow and steady, like before, he was faster this time. He pushed himself in, and then pulled out maybe halfway, just to trick the poor minor into believe it was over. Then, when Lak was nice and tight, he rammed himself forward. And if Lak, body fatigued, ever failed to clench, an open hand spanked him, and Prin squeezed the big buttocks together, working his erection.

Prin laid down, his belly on Lak's back. He allowed his full weight to rest upon Lak, pinning the poor minor, as he humped again and again. Lak hissed each time Prin lifted himself up, hoping this would be it, but Prin slammed his massive hips down again and again. Lak tried to fight, he tried to swing a hand behind him, but every attack was met with a painful counter, his arm wrenched behind his back, with Prin threatening a break.

With a snarl, and a spank that caused the bowels to clench delightfully tight upon his shaft, Prin once more hit a climax. For Prin, it was a final delight, a plateau of bliss that he had been building to throughout the night. But for Lak, it was as if he had sat on a Plasma Launcher. Massive globs were suddenly exploding inside him, sending lightning through all of his senses. His anus clenched as tight as a vice, but Prin simply powered through, humping again, ramming himself forward. Lak's bowels yielded under the force, as the penis was free to rush through him. There were vulgar plops as the lubricated skin of the bowels attempted to wrestle with the cock, but it only added to the ripples of bliss that surged through Prin. Lak groaned as his body started to stretch, his belly began to sag. Blobs could be seen pressing out his stretching stomach, before they disappeared behind the layer of dark skin.

Prin wrapped his arms around Lak, and rolled onto his side, laying with his belly to the smaller male's back. Lak whimpered and groaned. The girth rammed between his cheeks was still difficult to tolerate, but eventually his bowels ceased going mad, and only wet slurps could be heard as the walls continued to squeeze. Prin relaxed a while, sighing and groaning in the glorious afterglow, but eventually started to pull out. He actually started to drool at the blissful feel of his shaft massaged by the tightly clenching sphincter. The anal walls of the smaller Sangheili slurped and tugged at the penis now, as if unwilling to allow it to go. He eased himself out, very slowly, savoring each inch. "Clench," he ordered Lak, as he worked the last few inches out. Lak groaned and lay there, barely moving, so Prin spanked him hard across the hips. "Clench," he said again.

Lak's gripped the bed sheets as he felt his ass relieved of the cock's weight. Prin squeezed the two buttocks together until Lak could clench on his own, then released them. "Remain tight," he ordered. "And stand."

Lak slowly, slowly got to his hooves. He had to brace his upper body on the bed, and then the wall, and even then was barely able to keep up. His knees were shaking as if he were facing an army of Demons. He focused his mind on keeping his pucker tight, and looked to his midriff, and at the heavy distention Prin's release had caused. He felt a trickle ooze out from between his wrinkled rim. He just hoped Prin would not notice.

"The communal shower is down the hall," Prin said, gesturing to the door.

Lak looked to Prin, and then to the bathroom, which had a private shower. Perhaps he was going to say something, but thinking better of it, he instead walked to the door: nude, covered in another male's sex, and with an oddly distended belly sagging. His erection was still leaking, leaving a trail of musky white on the floor. Without the raw terror and shame, it was actually easy to undo the door's lock, and he hurried out. "The door will remain open," Prin called out. "Come in when you are done."

Prin washed any evidence of his deed in his private shower. When he was done, he dressed in a robe, and looked to Lak's skinsuit, with the cut down the seat. A grin spread across his mandibles, as he fetched the knife, and got to work.

It was almost an hour later that Lak returned, knocking on the door meekly before entering. Prin pulled the robe off, revealing the impressive erection hanging between his legs. "Put this on," he said to Lak, referring to the "altered" skinsuit.

The chest had been cut away, allowing Lak's plumped belly to sag free, and giving Prin full access to the pectorals he seemed to adore. The crotch now only consisted of a pair of thin straps, so his penis would be left out and hanging. The seat of the suit had not been altered any more than Prin had done earlier. There was something about how it embraced Lak's feminine curves that appealed to the operator to no end, and with the slit down the crack, Prin would always have access to the adorable pucker.

Lak put the suit on without a word of protest, and when Prin ordered him to lay in bed; he did so without batting an eye. Lak did bite back a scream as he felt the penis very gently poking against his sore, stretched vent. As he had before, Prin took hold of the two meaty cheeks and pulled them apart, his fingers drifting to the center hole. He was gentle this time, easing himself in slowly, and he only went in half way. He intended to cork Lak's vent, assuring all the seed still housed inside his belly would remain through the night.