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      Published: 2017-09-03 Words: 18680
****** A Gift for the Operator ******
by GoHt
Summary
     Lieutenant Kha'dra is a Grineer Heavy Gunner assigned to a Drekar
     Unit on Uranus. Throughout her military career, she has shown a
     remarkable tendency to survive in situations where other Grineer
     couldn't. Many times she has been spared the Tenno blade, and her
     superiors are baffled as to why. But Kha'dra knows: it's because the
     Tenno are a bunch of perverts and can't stand to kill a busty
     Grineer.
     Now, she is the target of a certain Warframe, who is determined to
     present her to the Operator as a sort of 'gift'.
Notes
     I would have split this work into multiple chapters but I couldn't
     find a natural point where I could split it off. I should warn you
     this story has a long, sloppy build-up to the sex scene and an even
     sloppier pay off. But I'm glad to be done with this monster anyways.
     Edits should be made soon. Feedback is of course appreciated.
     Also, don't expect this to be consistent with lore. It's full of
     headcanon nonsense like the Warframes being sentient on their own and
     things like that.
     Please enjoy this!
The Grineer were known for their incredible numbers, high-explosive weaponry,
and their ruthless militaristic government. Due to the nature of their enemies,
Grineer soldiers rarely last long enough to get promoted. This keeps the chain
of command stable, and allows the Grineer to offer generous ‘promotions’ as a
morale boost for lowly soldiers. But they never expect those low-level
sergeants to actually survive. Which made Lieutenant Kha’dra’s position rather
unique among the Grineer.
Most Grineer attained these positions through sheer force of will. Any Grineer
who was mighty enough to go against the nearly-invincible Tenno and survive
were always ruthless and incredibly brutal. Grineer feared them as much as they
respected them. But Kha’dra was no such Grineer. In fact, in all combat
assessments she was rated rather low. Far below most of her peers. The only
remarkable things about her were her above-average intelligence -- for a
Grineer -- and a light amount of tactical prowess.
No, Kha’dra managed to attain this position due to the simple fact that she
survived. For some odd reason, despite her entire unit being slaughtered on
several occasions, they would always leave her alive. It was a phenomenon that
baffled higher-ranking Grineer. There were suspicions of Kha’dra being a Steel
Meridian spy. But until those under talks were over and done with, Kha’dra had
been assigned to lead a Drekar unit, under Tyl Regor. Kha’dra had high respect
for her superior, but, she found it rather odd that he took such a keen
interest in her, even going so far as to request for her presence specifically.
She had a theory, but something so simple couldn’t possibly be the answer; Tyl
Regor was the greatest mind in the Grineer Empire. Surely he was above such
things?
The alarms were blaring. The sleeping figure, wrapped only in raggedy clothing
and a sorry excuse for a blanket, started to squirm and thrash in place. Her
first instinct was “TENNO”. After all, that was one of the many reasons the
ship’s alarms would blare so loudly. But upon her eyes opening all the way, and
the blanket thrown off her form, she saw the terminal near the entrance of the
room.
It was just the wake-up call.
Grunting and swearing under her breath, she rolled back into her bunk. Less of
a bed and more just a flat surface to lie on. For all the privilege she was
afforded, a comfortable bed was not one of them. Sleeping in was not as
pleasing as it should have been, as it just annoyed her with the reminder that
her bed was exceedingly uncomfortable.
Being of a higher rank than her peers, she slept in a more spacious bunk, in
private quarters. Not that they were the most spacious quarters. In fact, they
were a bit too claustrophobic for her tastes. But, privacy on a Grineer vessel
was a rare commodity so there was little to complain about. The sound of metal
on metal filled the room as the towering woman shuffled out of bed, rubbing her
back, stiff due to her uncomfortable sleeping arrangements. Starting to lift
herself up, she was forced back to her seat as her head collided with a metal
pipe. Lifting one of her metal arms, she rubbed the back of her head. Metal
fingers provided little comfort for the throbbing she felt in the back of her
head.
Careful to avoid another head injury, the Grineer woman rose to her feet. Metal
feet clanked against the floors as she took measured steps, careful not to rise
too much. These quarters were designed for a smaller class of Grineer,
certainly not one such as her. Standing straight up, her head would bump
against the ceiling. Such a cramped space... but again, privacy was hard to
come by.
A small terminal had been set up in one corner of the room, with a chair much
too tiny for her to sit in. One major annoyance with being of a higher rank,
she had to submit far more reports than she cared for. A sloppily-written draft
of her report to Tyl Regor still sat open on the terminal. She leaned down and
ran her fingers along the holographic interface, sending the first draft of her
report without any proofreading. Regor never actually read them, anyways. With
that out of the way, she looked towards a narrow, sliding door on the nearby
wall. Tapping the button on its frame, the door opened for its owner, who
shimmied here way inside of her personal shower. The ceiling in here was
thankfully much taller, allowing her to stand up straight without worry of head
injury.
There were no actual mirrors on the vessel, but the inside of her personal
shower had a much cleaner surface, free of grime and gunk, that allowed her to
see a (somewhat blurry) reflection of herself. Approaching the wall, she
examined herself. Pale skin with patches of dark gray splotches all across, her
stomach, shoulders, and most of her back covered in scars. Not from battle but
rather from the grueling training that signaled the start of every Grineer’s
life. Stretching out her arms, she examined her cybernetics. The genetic code
for female Grineer had long degraded to the point where several muscles in
their arms had become useless. From birth their limbs were amputated from the
joints to allow for cybernetic enhancement. Kha’dra had been selected to be a
Heavy-class Grineer due to her incredible height.
Everything else about her was atypical for Grineer. Many Heavy Gunners like her
underwent extensive cybernetic reconstruction. However, Kha’dra was unique. The
only cybernetic adjustments they were forced to make were to her limbs, and to
her spine. A column of metal ran from the small of her back all the way up to
the back of her head. She would be unable to walk properly without its support.
Otherwise, her eyesight was perfect, most of her organ systems functioned, and
she was considered to be ‘unreasonably sane’ compared to her peers.
A crude shower head hovered just a few inches above her head, as the room was
designed for most Grineer. Emphasis on most, as someone of Kha’dra’s stature
risked bumping their head against something at every opportunity. Twisting the
single nozzle against the wall, she leaned her head back, allowing lukewarm
water to rush over her skin. It was far better than the ice cold showers her
subordinates had to use. The showers were meant to shock Grineer awake, rather
than to keep them clean. She knew from experience that her fellow Grineer
hardly wasted their time washing themselves. Dirt, grime, and the smell of
sweaty men were smells she had grown accustomed to. But for some reason, she
had come to enjoy the luxury that came with actually cleaning herself.
Kha’dra was an important woman now, even if many of her superiors considered
her rank to not have been rightfully earned. In her mind, she earned the right
to shower as long as she wanted. It allowed her some time to think, and
reflect, something Grineer rarely had the chance to do. It also allowed her to
see what had kept her alive this long. No matter the danger of her assignments,
no matter how likely it was that her squad would be wiped out, Kha’dra would
always be spared the Tenno blade. Only Kha’dra knew the truth, and she intended
to keep it a secret. Less so because it would get her in trouble, but more so
due to her pride; if her superiors knew the truth, she would die from the
shame.
In fact, there were two reasons. Two enormous reasons that many of her own kind
never took notice of. It was a common enough ‘defect’ that nobody ever really
thought much. Except for the Tenno, apparently. Kha’dra had lost count of how
many times a Tenno spared her life simply due to her appearance. Many times
they would just spare her and walk away. Other, braver Tenno would sneak in a
touch before they left. Countless times Kha’dra used them to her advantage,
avoiding situations that could have easily lead to her death.
No surprise, she mused to herself, they are quite impressive. Water cascaded
over them, beads of water dripping down her rough exterior. Her cybernetic
hands cupped one of them, being as delicate as they possibly could while they
lifted up that single breast. It rolled around in her hand, wobbling just a bit
with every little movement. There was little space in the shower and on many
occasions some part of her body pressed up against the wall. Be that her
overgrown bust or disproportionately large backside. Sighing heavily, Kha’dra
let go, letting that single breast flop back into place, slapping against her
ribs and finally coming to a rest seconds later just below her hips.
Kha’dra barely made it through training. Her defects had almost been considered
too severe. In fact, she was surprised that the doctor who oversaw her tube
hadn’t decided to remove them. They severely reduced her agility, they made it
difficult for her to fit into standard issue armor, and using a weapon was
exceedingly difficult, as they jutted out so far.
That made little difference to her superiors, who expected her to be
slaughtered within a week of her birth. But she owed her continued survival to
those ‘defects’.
Lowering her head, she raised both hands and raked them through her hair.
Grineer were born bald, and usually didn’t live long enough to grow hair. Now,
she had a short head of hair, shaved into a buzzcut, with patches of gray
breaking up brown hair, another sign of genetic deterioration. Yet, her face
was oddly symmetrical for a Grineer. Kha’dra was certainly not the pinnacle of
beauty but anything remotely attractive looked good in comparison to the masses
of grotesque warriors under her command. If it were not for her incredible
height and complexion she could be mistaken for a regular, human woman.
Goosebumps formed along her skin as the lukewarm water suddenly shifted in
temperature. As nice as a warm shower was, the luxury was only temporary. The
warm water had been set to only allow for eight minutes of use before it
switched off, leaving her with ice cold water. Shooting her hand out, Kha’dra
twisted the nozzle and shut off her shower, unable to stand another moment.
Standing there naked and freezing, she hugged her chest tightly. Bulging
against her arms obscenely, her tits wobbled and jiggled thanks to her body’s
spasms. Holding her tits like this provided a surprising amount of warmth,
which made it easier for her to start waddling over to the door.
Stepping out of the room, her feet clanked loudly against the floor with each
step as Kha’dra approached the small storage locker near the entrance to her
room. She flipped it open and leaned forward, chest bumping against its surface
as she rummaged around for her equipment. First, came the suit. A dark gray
mesh of stretchy material that kept her body in check. Reducing the errant
bouncing to a constant jiggle with each slight movement. Of course, it could
only do so much to help. But it was better than nothing. Slipping that on was a
tedious affair. It was meant to be skin-tight, so of course she would have
trouble stuffing herself in. Eventually she did manage to clasp it on, leaving
a feeling of overbearing tightness in her chest area. It was uncomfortable, but
she had no other choice.
Next came the armor. Before, Kha’dra wore the standard Heavy Gunner gear.
Ferrite armor plating that put an incredible strain on her body, simply due to
the fact that there was little chest room. But now, she was a lieutenant! As a
replacement for her old armor, she had something that was far more roomy. It
started with a vest made of a sturdy material, but could be stretched and fit
around her body. Next came the armor pieces, they clasped around her arms and
legs and were made of a thick alloy armor. Another alloy piece went around her
waist, which had the secondary effect of drawing her bust upwards, which was
needed for the next step of the process.
A large, dome-like chestplate that clasped over her armor. It provided high
protection at minimal discomfort, as it was customized specifically for her
unique body type. Before, she would be forced to stuff herself into the
standard issue, ferrite-laden chestplate. But those days were gone as she was
far more valuable than any average trooper! Locking the final piece in place,
she finally grabbed her helmet and placed it upon her head. Kha’dra now looked
the part of a lieutenant. Large, imposing, and wearing unique armor to denote
her importance.
Tapping her cybernetic fingers against the door lock, she watched the light
turn from red to green, the door sliding open. Stepping out of her personal
quarters, she could already see a line of troops formed against their bunks. As
was customary, she had to inspect them for any imperfections, aside from the
ones they already had. Unlike a certain other lieutenant, she had no desire to
incessantly torture her troops, so, she simply walked across the length of the
barracks and silently signaled them to report to their posts.The troops marched
out in a rigid formation, leaving Kha’dra all by herself. Today she was
supposed to report to the main lab to confer with the other high-ranking
Grineer, and to receive orders from Tyl Regor.
Interacting with her fellow high-ranking Grineer was a chore to say the least.
Most of them were brutish and held interest in only crushing their enemies and
destroying the weak. Kha’dra enjoyed that as much as the next Grineer, but, it
was something she could only handle in short bursts. Chest-pounding, bloodlust,
and that sort of thing? She never really got that. A lot of it just never
interested her. Sometimes, she wondered if she was even fit for combat in the
state like hers. It was all the signs of a ‘defective’ Grineer, one who refused
to bow down to the Queens and their glorious rule. But Kha’dra was not like
that, was she? No, she loved the Queens as much as any other Grineer.
Approaching a large, metallic locker, she entered her passcode and watched as
it opened. A veritable arsenal of weapons were at her fingertips. It was more
than most Grineer could ever dream of: a choice. Most of them had a Grakata
shoved in their arms and were told to run at the nearest enemy wildly shooting
in their general direction. But here, Kha’dra had so many options. Weapons she
personally requested, simply for the chance to try them out. But, she always
found herself returning to the old standby: her Gorgon. It was the same one she
was ‘born’ with, handed to her during her first combat assignment.
It was different now, customized to her liking. An expanded clip, a bipod so
she could keep it steady on a surface, or in a prone position, and a higher
fire-rate. Which, consequently, increased the recoil and spool-up time by quite
a bit. But with the alloy pieces keeping her ‘annoyances’ steadier than the old
ferrite vest ever did, she had no reason to worry about it. Along with that was
a side-arm, a standard issue Viper pistol and the last resort. A plasma-infused
Sheev dagger with a hot cutting edge. It was a piece of garbage. With
everything on her person, she was finally ready to make her way over to the
main sealab and get this meeting over with.
Sighing heavily, she hefted up her Gorgon, holding it with both hands, barrel
lowered towards the ground. Solid metal feet clanked against the steel floors
of the barracks as she made her exit. Grineer lancers were running to and fro,
heading to their designated patrol zones. Any she passed would stop in place
and salute, until she was out of view. Winding through corridor after corridor,
it was quite easy to get lost in these sealabs. Due to the rigid, modular
designs of their ships and bases, a lot of rooms looked the exact same.
Kha’dra’s helmet thankfully provided a HUD, which allowed her an easier time
navigating the base. Recruits? Well, the alarm terminals also provided a map of
the facility, which tracked an enemy’s location in real-time.
Winding through corridor after corridor, she found the lack of Grineer somewhat
odd. Usually the larger rooms had a patrol or two stationed there, but now,
nothing. It was just an empty room. It left Kha'dra uneasy, yet she did not
think to question it too much. It was just anxiety, nothing else. The sealabs
were basically impenetrable. A Tenno excursion would require a full cell, and
there was no way that they could actually sneak in. The alarms would have gone
off by now...
On her approach to the room's exit, she reeled back as she heard an odd,
squelching noise below her. Lifting up her metal foot, there was this strange
goop clinging to it, oozing down onto the floor and into the bubbling pile
below. Scowling, she figured it was just some kind of leak. No telling what
kind of horrid liquids Regor used in his experiments… Looking up again, she
noticed the automatic door switched from green, to red. Running up to it, she
pressed her hands against the grimy, metal surface. Damn it! This place must
have faulty wiring. Fiddling with the control console did nothing, as it was
incredibly unresponsive. After it crashed for the second time, she gave up on
it, deciding she would try for an alternate route.
All the exits were locked.
Even worse, her communicator was jammed.
She was completely disconnected from the rest of the Grineer.
Kha'dra let out an annoyed grunt, backing up against a wall and sliding onto
the floor. Her Gorgon laid beside her, barrel pointed away. This wasn't just
faulty wiring. It had to be something worse. Slamming her fist against the
wall, she screamed out curses in Grineer. Knowing the maintenance teams and how
efficient they were, she would be stuck here for quite a while. Curling up her
legs and wrapping her arms around them, she let out a frustrated sigh. The last
thing she needed was a reprimandation from her superiors.
The thought never even occurred to her, really. What the source of this issue
could really be. Her communicator being jammed should have given her a good
indication of what the source of the problem was. Her mind focused too much on
the fact that she would miss the meeting with Regor. Kha'dra was in danger and
she had no idea.
She would soon find out. From a catwalk up above her sitting position, more of
the pink goop oozed down in one, long rope. It landed directly on her visor,
causing her to panic, jumping and nearly flopping down on her side. Grunting
loudly, she reached up to wipe it off, but stopped as soon as she heard the
noise. An odd sizzling noise. Realizing what this meant, she hopped to her feet
and sprinted away from her spot, unclasping the locks on her helmet and tossing
it off the edge, into the water below.
Panting heavily, she tried to catch her breath. Leaning on the railing, heart
still racing, Kha'dra watched as her helmet dissolved in the water, that pink
goop completely consuming it, and just turning it into more pink liquid. It
caused her to shiver at the thought of what might have happened if she were too
slow. That stuff ate through her visor in a matter of seconds. No telling what
it would do to her skin.
Finally, Kha'dra realized something was up. Running cold metal fingers across
her scalp, she made sure everything was in order, that nothing had gotten on
her. She felt the sweat beading down her skin, almost an instinctual reaction
to the dread she felt. A pool of that corrosive goo had formed close to where
she sat, and had grown dangerously close to her precious weapon. Jogging up to
it, she carefully circled the bubbling liquid and retrieved her Gorgon. Hefting
it up, she held it at the ready. If anything moved, she would start firing.
Standing in one place would be idiotic, she had to keep moving.
What Kha'dra needed was to get higher. Higher up she would have a better
vantage point, with fewer blind spots. If this really was a Tenno on the loose,
she needed to minimize their chances of sneaking up on her, especially now that
her head was vulnerable. Not that their helmets could actually save them from
high-caliber Tenno weaponry. But it wasn't their guns that she worried about.
What scared her was their blades, their hammers, their whips… all gruesome
weapons that could tear Grineer to shreds.
Climbing the steps leading up to the higher levels, she kept her rifle trained
on any corners. Something could pop out at her at any moment and she was ready
to fill them with lead. As she reached the top of the second level, she found
the source of that corrosive fluid that gave her such a scare. A large puddle
of the stuff stood directly in her path. Getting around it would be difficult
as it would require her to climb on top of the thin railings. With her
inarticulate limbs, and the bulky armor weighing her down, that would be
unbearably difficult. She would have to remain on the second level. The other
way lead to a small platform that overlooked the first level, with computers
around the edges. Seems it operated the cranes that carried sea vessels into
the hangers.
Any hope of calling for help was dashed when she noticed the state they were
in. Jammed, just like her communicator. There had to be some kind of jammer
hidden nearby. Likely on the top, considering the large amount of that
corrosive acid that layered the path up.
A noise alerted her, causing her to turn around with her Gorgon held up. But
there was nothing there. Something must've dinged against the pipes. Sighing
heavily, she turned around again, barely having time to react. Hanging off the
catwalk above her was a mysterious figure. Portions of her looked... organic,
even, including some kind of skirt made of biological material. She raised her
weapon, firing a few shots towards it. Even with the faster spool-up time, she
could only get a few shots in before a glob of liquid flew from her assailant's
hand.
Staggering backwards, her Gorgon dropping to the floor with a crash, she backed
away in order to avoid any more retaliation. She watched as what she could only
assume to be a Warframe flipped over the railings above, dashing out of sight.
Yelling out a challenge in Grineer, Kha’dra thoughtlessly scrambled to retrieve
her Gorgon. While she focused incessantly on her weapon, the acid started
eating away at her armor, chewing away at alloy plate little by little. Even
the strongest Grineer armor was no match for this corrosive substance. Proud to
carry her weapon again, Kha’dra pointed in the direction she last saw the
Tenno. No sight of them. Kha’dra lowered her weapon, she nearly returned to
normal. However, the putrid smell was enough to alert her to the gaping hole in
her armor! Regaining her senses, the Heavy Gunner tossed her weapon on the
floor again and started tugging randomly at various straps.
Right about now her training should kick in. Kha’dra practiced donning and
removing her armor over and over again until she could do it in only a couple
of minutes. That training meant nothing when she was in a panic! Kha’dra
struggled with the armored plating, until she finally made the correct sequence
of actions. By then the acid had already eaten well into the alloy and started
chewing into the vest underneath. Once she threw the slowly melting plate
aside, she went for the vest. Thankfully that process was much simpler than the
alloy, and it soon went flying off. But it was not the only thing that went
flying. With the vest thrown off, there was nothing to contain her ‘defects’.
Kha’dra had to deal with them suddenly popping into existence, the bindings
that kept them from being more than a minor annoyance now absent. The suit she
wore underneath, tight enough that it was form-fitting but loose enough that
her endowments tended to bounce around like crazy anyways, was thankfully
spared from the acid.
This Tenno was trying to drive her crazy, toying with her, removing bits and
pieces of her armor, exposing her glaring weakness. It all made her seethe with
anger. Her heart raced as she moved to pick up her weapon. But, of course, it
would never be that easy. In the commotion she never caught the fact that her
weapon had been slowly eaten away by the Warframe’s acid. Now it was hopeless.
Without her Gorgon to desperately cling to, she briefly felt this overwhelming
sense of dread. In her eyes, she was practically defenseless. Yes, she still
had her Viper and her Sheev, but no Grineer expected to take down a Warframe
with just that measly pistol. Still, hopefully the threat of retaliation alone
would be enough to deter the Warframe from any further assault.
Placing a hand at her hip, Kha’dra worked towards her real destination. The
acid blocking her path was placed haphazardly, applied very quickly with very
distinct patches of floor left uncovered. Fortunately, she did not have to be
very acrobatic in order to step through this pool, mostly side-stepping it with
only one real leap she had to make. It was clumsy, and there was far too much
bouncing for any kind of comfort, but it was a lot easier dealing with her body
than it was trying to jump in all that heavy armor. Once on the other side, she
could continue to the top and hopefully find the jammer.
Her eyes scanned the walls for any sign of Tenno activity. Nothing. The winding
pipes, narrow vents, and other pointless bulbous features that plagued Grineer
architecture made it difficult to find any hidden assailants. Not to mention,
some of these Warframes could outright turn invisible. As she ascended to the
highest level, she caught sight of something interesting. On the other side of
the wide catwalk, meant for maintenance crews to plug leaks in the ceiling
above, or fix bursted piping, was a silver object attached to a wall. It was
star-shaped, blinking red and green in a sequence. That must be the jammer! In
her excitement, Kha’dra abandoned all semblance of caution and rushed towards
the device. Running was generally a bad idea for Kha’dra, her endowments often
have a mind of their own. That was her first mistake.
Her second mistake was believing that a Tenno would place the jammer in such an
obvious location. On her approach to the device, the lights pulsed quickened,
and once she was only a few feet from it, a sound emitted from the metal
object. A high-pitched beeping, unmistakable as some sort of bomb. Kha'dra
tried to swing around and run in the opposite direction, but it was far too
late for that. Thankfully, in swinging around she spared herself from the
flash. The sound was what threw her off. A high-pitched noise followed by
ringing in her ears, disorientating the female Grineer.
Covering her ears in some vain attempt at blocking out the ringing, she
stumbled forward. The flash was still strong enough to blur her vision, making
navigation a bit of a chore. Kha'dra eventually found a railing and propping
herself against it, taking a deep breath, then exhaling slowly. After trying to
regain her bearings, she rose up again, clinging desperately to the rusty metal
railing, as if it were the only thing keeping her standing. It was a short time
before she started to move again. Turning herself around, she peered over the
railing, eyes scanning every nook and cranny for a sign of her foe. They had to
be close. No way they could have gotten far under her watchful eye.
Kha'dra felt something. An unsettling sensation on her back that crawled up her
metal spine. The Grineer stilled herself, glancing over her shoulder for a
moment to check. Nothing was there, just the other side of the catwalk. Huffing
in frustration, she walked over to the opposite railing and leaned forward
again. At this high vantage point there were few options for the Tenno to
assault her. If only she still had her Gorgon. This would be her best chance of
holding out until command realized an entire sector was blocked off, and
actually did something about it.
Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for a grueling couple of hours. It
would be a battle of attrition, then. Seeing who could last the longest.
Knowing how powerful the Warframes were, it was really a matter of how long
this one wanted to play with her. If they really wanted to, all of this could
be over and done within a couple of seconds. She was only a measly Heavy
Gunner. Supposedly a powerhouse among the Grineer yet, her kin fell to the
Tenno blade just as easily as their brethren.
Thankfully, Kha’dra did not have to wait much longer to encounter her enemy. To
think the Tenno would be so confident to think that simply walking behind her
would work! Spinning around, the Heavy Gunner swung one of her metal arms,
hoping to catch the Warframe in the head and knock them to the floor. Then it
would be as easy as pumping an entire clip into them!
Sadly, things never really turn out as planned for Kha’dra. Instead of slamming
into her enemy, her hand was caught, all that momentum stopped in an instant.
But she wasn’t done yet! Smirking, Kha’dra pulled up her free hand, pointing
her Viper right at their head. “(Got you!)” She taunted in Grineer, pressing
the barrel of her Viper firmly against the helmet. Now, she could get a good
look at her opponent. They’d been jumping around and hiding so much, she just
had to get a look at which one it was.
To her surprise, it was a female. Warframes were metal, but also flesh. Some
were male, some were female. Glancing across her from, Kha’dra saw quite a few
similarities between them, though this one’s form was more rigid and firm
compared to the useless fat attached to the female Grineer’s chest. But she
never took her eyes off that metal monstrosity. If it moved even an inch it
would take a full clip to the face. “(Where did you hide the jammer? Don’t play
games with me, Tenno skoom. I can end your life in an instant).” Common speech
was a mystery to Kha’dra, so she could only hope the Tenno understood Grineer.
Otherwise, she would be forced to gun the Tenno down and look for the jammer
herself. No use keeping her alive if she had no information, even if the reward
for bringing in a live Tenno was huge beyond belief.
The Warframe kept still for a time, the Grineer staring intently at the
other’s... helmet. They had no eyes, or a face of any kind. Coupled with a
refusal to speak, it made the Warframes incredibly hard to read. For all she
knew, it was preparing a hidden blade. When she noticed a hand moving, Kha’dra
flinched, finger hovering over the trigger as she locked her gaze on the
female’s left hand. That hand formed into a fist, causing her to nearly pull
down on the trigger. Then, the Warframe extended her index finger, pointing it
straight upward. Kha’dra furrowed her brow, before craning her neck up,
scanning the ceiling for any sign of the jammer.
That brief moment of distraction allowed the Warframe to swipe at Kha’dra’s
metallic hand. Somehow, the nerves in her mechanical limbs completely froze,
causing her fingers to go rigid and lose all feeling. Her pistol fell to the
ground, swiftly kicked over the catwalk by the Warframe, before a heel pressed
down against the Grineer’s mechanical foot. The same phenomenon occurred, with
Kha’dra losing feel in two limbs, tumbling forward as a result. She expected to
land on cold, hard metal floors. Instead, the Warframe caught her. Kha’dra
instinctively held onto her attacker, her remaining hand clasping around the
metal woman’s forearm.
The fact that her nerves were connected to her mechanical limbs made the
experience uncomfortable. An odd pins and needles sensation spread over her
nonexistent flesh, a sort of phantom limb occurring over both her leg and her
arm. “Tenno skoom!” She tried with all her might to rip the female Tenno’s arm
out of its socket. That vice grip on her arm soon loosened as the Warframe’s
free hand clasped over Kha’dra’s face. In a desperate attempt to fight back,
Kha’dra opened her mouth, trying and failing to sink her teeth into her
attacker’s fingers. At first it seemed like the smartest thing to do but by
trying to fight back Kha’dra had played into this Tenno’s hands. With a palm
cupped over her mouth and nose, she started to shake and squirm. Despite being
taller than this Warframe Kha’dra was weak in comparison.
From the Warframe’s hand there emanated this odd purple cloud. Despite the
tight hold that the Tenno had, in her desperate squirming she could see some of
the gas leaking out. Purple smoke billowing out of her hand. Some may have
escaped, but the majority of it was what Kha’dra was inhaling right now. All
kinds of possibilities flowed through her head. Did the Tenno intend on melting
her from the inside, or could she have something even worse in mind? Attempts
to hold her breath failed soon enough, and soon she was gasping for air,
directly inhaling this strange, purple gas. The hand gripping the Warframe’s
arm soon reached out for her other hand, trying desperately to pry it away, but
the shorter, metal creature had incredible strength. For what was potentially
poisonous gas, it smelled quite pleasant. Much nicer than the manufactured
smell of combat fatigues and sweaty Grineer
It was just a tactic to lull her into a false sense of security! No way would
she give in to this metal monstrosity! Kha’dra failed in her captor’s arms,
seeing if her grip would loosen even a bit. Sadly, the Tenno showed no
weakness. Holding her breath did nothing, her opponent had already saturated
her lungs with her pleasant smelling miasma. The Grineer’s struggles grew
weaker, her protests dying out as a heat took root deep inside of her. Metal
legs that once stood strong now shook, her firm grip on the Warframe’s arms
loosening. Kha’dra gasped for air as the hand clasped over her lips pulled
away. Stumbling forward, she fell to her knees, with the Warframe moving lower
to keep her upright.
Steel feet scratched against the grating, Kha’dra’s legs spreading apart. That
heat that spread throughout made her pant heavily, beads of sweat trailing down
her forehead. Her armor was gone, her helmet off. It had to be this Warframe’s
doing! She really did intend on melting her. But why did she feel no pain? All
she felt was heat. It was not all that uncomfortable, actually. Grasping at the
Warframe’s arms, she pulled herself up, until she was running her metal fingers
around the ridges of her shoulders. Face to face with the Warframe’s helmet,
she stared intently at its featureless face. Thin with a simple pattern, and a
central ‘horn’. Her lips hung open as if she were about to say something. The
Tenno did not allow her the pleasure, as she soon lost her train of that.
The Tenno’s hands shot forward, smooth, metal fingers cupping the Grineer’s
enormous breasts. Kha’dra gasped as the Tenno continued, hands running around
the circumference of her massive tits. That heat seemed to flare up just with
that simple touch, the skintight material of her underarmor squeaking as
fingers kneaded the soft flesh underneath. Kha’dra’s fingers twitched as her
breasts were so openly played with. Any self-respecting warrior would have
retaliated against such openly disrespectful actions, but she soon realized
that she was stuck in an uncooperative body. Despite putting every ounce of
effort in her body towards stopping this Tenno, all her hands could muster was
to lightly grip her attacker’s wrists! She might as well be moaning and asking
for more!
Turning her head away, she grit her teeth. Her pale cheeks started to brighten.
What an embarrassment! All Kha’dra could do was sit there while her enemy
played with her tits like a fascinated child. One eye shut as the Warframe
attempted to wrap her arms around the entirety of the Grineer’s bust, barely
even able to reach the underside, and giving them a firm squeeze. One more
second of this and she might just lose her mind. Weak, shaking hands tried to
make a move towards the Tenno’s neck, but missed the mark by a long margin,
instead colliding with armor-clad breasts. Pressing down, she found it was
about as useful as trying to grope a brick wall.
Seemed her attacker was intent on fixing that, as the Warframe managed to
resist her childish fascination with the Grineer’s tits in order to expose
herself. Lifting those metal hands away from those melons, she swiped Kha’dra’s
hands away and freed herself from the confines of that metal shell. It
protected their soft, biological forms. Where there was once metal, was now
flesh. That armor had a secondary effect of binding their forms, as shown by
the sudden lack of space between them. Flesh expanded from her form, mashing
against the Grineer’s and rapidly filling any empty space between them. There
was just so much! She never imagined someone could be as big as her. Now bust
to bust with someone rivaling her in size, Kha’dra was speechless. What did
this Tenno want from her? Was all this just a plot to toy with her?
Grunting, she started to squirm again. In her mind, it was to escape, but it
just served to grind against the Tenno. The odd heat that filled her body
seemed to flare in her breasts, causing every little movement to tingle and
burn. That suit was starting to feel incredibly tight. Uncomfortably so.
Temptation crept into Kha’dra’s mind, those weak, shaking hands suddenly
finding some strength and reaching for her own bust. Fingers clasped at the
tight rubbery material and started to pull and tug, hoping to just loosen it up
a bit. All that movement not only caused her mounds to wobble and bounce, but
the Warframe’s as well, the two of them still squished together all the while.
Kha’dra had little time to worry about how ‘lewd’ this might appear, she had to
fix this! It was too late by the time Kha’dra realized what she was actually
doing. It was just so tight. She had to keep pulling, loosen it up... That was
when she heard it snap. Material started to rip apart, flesh bulging out from
the hole she made. Having the sense to stop herself, Kha’dra lifted her hands,
grunting. What was she thinking? Her mind was so clouded by all this nonsense
that she couldn't even realize when she tried to rip off what little clothing
she had left?
Even if Kha’dra had no intention of finishing the job herself, the Warframe
would pick up the slack for her. Hands that were previously covered in a
metallic substance now felt oddly soft, warm, with soft padding over the palms
that made every touch like a massage. It was strange how much of a difference
it made, despite the Warframe itself being almost entirely unchanged in
appearance. This mysterious, oversized Warframe continued to grope her, to
press her fingers into the skintight material of her underarmor, sink her
fingers into those mounds of cloned flesh. Kha’dra shut her eyes, pale,
splotchy cheeks turning a red color as every nerve in her body tingled from
this Warframe’s touch. At this point, it was pretty clear that the Warframe
only wanted to play with her. But that did not help Kha’dra relax in the least.
The Warframe pressed her gigantic bust more firmly against the Grineer’s,
causing that little hole the cloned woman to exacerbate, grow larger... until
finally it started to rip open again. All it took was a little tug and pull
from the Warframe, and suddenly that stretchy material just... snapped.
The result was explosive. With nothing to hold them back, Kha’dra’s breasts
flopped free from their prison, slapping lightly against the well-endowed death
machine before her. Now she was breathing heavily, her breasts exposed to the
open air, nothing stopping the Warframe from just reaching forward and
continuing her work. This time, however, she took an immediate liking to her
nipples. Those brown-ish, slightly splotchy nubs were absolutely massive, thick
pegs that made nice handlebars for the Warframe to grab. With a gasp, she tried
to squirm away but once again her body resisted any and all attempts at escape.
Instead, her robotic hands pushed right against the Warframe’s bust. It was
supposed to be an attempt at pushing herself away, but in the end all it looked
like was Kha’dra trying to grope her enemy. This, of course, just intensified
their resolve and now they were giving her firmer squeezes, and pinching her
nipples even more.
After a few minutes of this relentless teasing, Kha’dra’s breasts were finally
released. The Grineer woman was left panting, face reddened and her eyes half-
lidded. Both her nipples had hardened and the arousal that this Tenno had
induced on her was growing out of control. Pressing her legs together, her
metallic ankles scraped against one another, as she rubbed her thighs back and
forth across one another. She only noticed the Warframe was trying to get up
when her oversized breasts nearly bumped against her chin. Now standing tall,
immense bust hanging down, with nothing supporting it, Kha’dra had to wonder
how she remained nimble with all that extra weight. A Heavy Gunner like her
just needed to be heavily armored and constantly laying down fire. But she
needed to be quick, able to run at high speeds. Suppose she could at least keep
them bound down. All that crazy parkour and jumping they did would be difficult
when they had their enormous tits flopping in their faces.
The thought had yet to occur to her as to why this Warframe would stand up so
suddenly, leaving Kha’dra sitting there, panting heavily, unable to control
herself. But the answer would soon come, as the Warframe seemed to go stiff for
just a moment. Her head bowed down, her arms remained at her sides, and she
stood straight up. A wisp of energy originating from her chest started to grow,
forming into a humanoid shape, before finally solidifying into... someone. A
small-looking human with pale skin, a rounded, child-like face, and black hair
that hung over his face like a veil. His left eye was covered by his long head
of hair, while the rest looked unkempt and unruly. Kha’dra’s short head of hair
seemed rather meager by comparison, but she hardly cared to compare her
appearance to a human.
For a moment, he stood there, his expression blank... before he started to
blink, becoming aware of his surroundings, and scanning them briefly. He looked
around until his eyes fell on the Grineer. For a moment, he didn’t seem to
register what he was looking at, until he noticed her state of undress and the
wanting expression on her face. His pale cheeks started to turn red, the young
human turning around to face his dormant Warframe. Reaching a hand out, being
careful not to place it on her breast, he rested his hand on her shoulder. A
flash of energy left his hand, and filled the Warframe with life. Stepping
closer, the Warframe wrapped its arms around the strange boy, happily nestling
his face against her bosom. His expression seeme uncomfortable. “Saryn...” He
muttered, “What is this?” He pressed his hands against the Warframe’s bust,
trying his best to pull free, but those enormous tits offered no leverage. His
tiny hands just sank into them like a mound of dough.
Saryn? The Warframe had a name, then? Higher-ranking Grineer would sometimes
refer to well-known Warframes by name, but she had never heard this one before.
Still panting, finding herself short of breath, the clone woman tried to crawl
forward, breasts briefly dragging across the floor as she moved to her knees.
But her knees were just as weak as her metallic legs, and she barely got a few
inches before she flopped forward, her tits smacking against the metal floor.
They at least made a nice cushion for her head. “What did you do to this
Grineer?” He asked, finally able to turn his head again as Saryn loosened her
grip.
The Warframe held up her hand, a little puff of pink smoke emanating from her
palm, and the strange boy seemed to understand immediately. “Saryn... you can’t
do those sorts of things, it’s... bad...” He looked down at the Heavy Gunner
for a moment, but found it too difficult to look at. It was quite obvious that
he at least liked what he saw, judging by the ever-growing bulge in his
bodysuit. He let out a little gasp as Saryn pressed against his back, his neck
feeling a bit of Saryn’s incredible weight, as her breasts rested against the
back of his head. “Is this my ‘gift’?” He asked, seemingly referring to a
conversation they had before. Not that Saryn seemed to have any method of
communicating. Kha’dra was just really confused, and hoped something would
start happening soon. This burning in her loins was getting too much for her to
bear, and all this conversation was driving her crazy!
A nod from Saryn made the Tenno boy gulp. His eyes briefly flicking back and
forth between the two amazonian women currently on either side of him. The
Heavy Gunner had made it closer, close enough to wrap one of her arms around
the strange human’s legs. She was trying to knock him over, but it seemed all
her body wanted her to do was cling to him, like she was some kind of groveling
slave. For a somewhat prideful Grineer like herself, Kha’dra was humiliated.
His expression seemed unchanging for a moment, still meek and sheepish, growing
even more reserved when her chest pressed against his leg. “She’s... nice...
It’s a good gift, Saryn. I just don’t know if I can...” He let out a small gasp
as the Warframe reached out from behind him, hand resting against the bulge in
his suit. Her fingers clasped tight around it, squeezing and massaging around
it. Pale cheeks soon turned bright red, and he started to stiffen and grow. “S-
Saryn...”
Saryn didn’t listen to his pleas, of course. Instead the Warframe happily
continued, groping and squeezing the boy’s crotch, riling him up and preparing
him for his ‘gift’. Kha’dra watched in awe as the bulge started to grow, and
grow until it was snaking down his leg, straining against that skintight
material. “A-Alright, alright... I-I’ll do it... b-but... no more ‘gifts’ like
this...” He tried to shake himself free, but it was hard to free yourself when
a pair of tits bigger than half your body were pressed against your shoulders.
It rooted him in place pretty well.
Saryn pulled her hand away, stepping back from the Tenno boy and instead taking
her place at his side. Bending down just a bit, with her hands on her knees,
she watched him start to undress. It was a simple enough process. His
transference suit had a little zipper on the back. Afterwards, all it took was
sliding himself out. Kha’dra felt somewhat sorry for this strange human. This
‘Saryn’ must have kidnapped him, or something... why else would he act so meek
around her? Obviously this Warframe took him as a slave.
Now, Kha’dra could not be any more wrong, but it also meant that even if she
regained some of her faculties, the boy would be safe. Empathy was something
rare in a Grineer, but Kha’dra seemed to possess it in some fashion. Even the
boy’s appearance put her somewhat off-guard. He was ‘cute’... Such a strange
thought for a Grineer to have. Perhaps whatever Saryn made her inhale was
messing with her mind in more ways than one. Whatever the case, she managed to
sit up on her knees, panting heavily, chest rising and falling and her heavy
bosom wobbling with every movement. It served further fuel for the Tenno boy’s
arousal, and when the transference suit was just coming off, it popped right
out. A thick rod shooting up now that it was free, hard as could be, and of
impressive length. Hands remaining at his side, he glanced over to Saryn, who
reached her hand out and wrapped it firmly around his cock. A few little pumps
up and down caused him to shiver and groan, eyes shutting tight as he squirmed
a bit in place.
Kha’dra furrowed her brow a bit as the Warframe lead her Operator closer, close
enough where that impressive cock was mere inches from her face. Scowling a
bit, she looked up to the boy and his Warframe, “Tenno... skoom...” Was that
the only thing she could say, now? It didn’t even sound threatening anymore,
she just sounded meek and submissive! Her angered expression seemed to soften a
bit as the Tenno placed his hand on the top of her head, small fingers brushing
through the short strands of hair on the Grineer woman’s head. His hands were
soft... softer than she would have imagined. The boy looked down at her, while
Saryn seemed to be getting impatient, pushing his hips forward a bit and making
the Tenno rest his cock across the Heavy Gunner’s face. She froze at this,
unsure of what she should be doing when confronted with this. It was warm...
and moving, throbbing up and down every few seconds.
“I g-got it, Saryn...” The Operator muttered, placing his hands on either side
of the Grineer’s head and looking down at her. “S-Sorry, miss... Heavy
Gunner... you’re Saryn’s gift to me, and I have to... uhh...” His lips pursed a
bit, as he seemed too shy to even say what his Warframe wanted him to do. “W-
Well... I don’t want you to hate me... even though you’re a Grineer, and
probably hate me anyways... so I’m gonna be gentle... My name’s Shido, by the
way...” He paused for a moment, starting to realize something (other than it
was ridiculous to be talking so nicely to her while his cock was resting over
her face). “... C-Can you understand me? W-What’s your name...?”
Gentle? Well, it was pretty obvious what he intended for her, but she never
thought that he could be gentle with her. She just assume the Warframe
constantly hovering over his shoulder, squishing her oversized tits against his
back or just trying to control him, would want him to go as hard as he could.
The way he stuttered, spoke so quietly, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to
him. It was likely just the effects of that substance that she had inhaled
earlier, but she hardly seemed to mind that such a lewd thing was happening,
here. Deciding to answer his question, the Grineer breathed softly, a little
warmth flowing across his sensitive skin and making Shido shiver. “...
Kha’dra...”
The human named Shido smiled in response to that. “T-That’s a nice name...”
Well, nice enough for a Grineer. He breathed out a little bit, before starting
to pull away, rolling his hips back a bit so he could line up the tip with the
woman’s lips. “I-I know this is a lot of ask, but... could you... let me put
this in your mouth...?” Well, that was a horribly awkward way of putting it,
but the Grineer was currently under the watch of that Warframe, standing back
there, watching Kha’dra carefully. Not that she could actually do anything to
the human. Too weak to fight. But she had just enough strength to reach up and
put her metal hands on either side of Shido’s hips, causing him to gasp and
mutter “cold, cold, cold...” His small hands left her warm skin, his arms
bunching up just a bit and his hands clenching into fists as those
uncomfortable, metal hands touched his bare skin. Bulky fingers gripped his
narrow hips, as Kha’dra nudged herself closer to him, lips pressing firm
against the bulbous head of that misshapen tool. Shutting her eyes tight,
Kha’dra steeled her resolve and decided to continue.
“A-Alright, nice and sl-ooow…” Shutting his eyes tight, the human tilted his
head upward, letting out a little moan as the Grineer’s surprisingly soft lips
enveloped the tip of his cock. A groan left his lips as Kha’dra pushed the
first few inches in. She had to spread her lips open wide to accommodate his
impressive boyhood. Even if he was small and physically weak he was impressive
in other ways. Shido had no way of knowing what this Grineer would do, whether
or not she would be good at this, or whether or not she would be as pretty as
she was. Kha’dra hardly cared about her physical appearance, but it was odd to
see someone looking down at her with that sort of admiration. Shido opened his
eyes, though his lips remained pursed in some vain attempt at stifling his cute
little moans.
It tasted awful, but Kha’dra was not about to complain about her situation. Her
life depended on how well she could please this strange human. Tenno were such
perverted creatures, forcing children to copulate with a proud Grineer like
herself. Any other Heavy Gunner might have snapped this little boy’s spine in
two. He should be thankful that she was so generous! Snorting a bit, Kha’dra
started to pull back, lips smacking just a bit as she pulled off of him, a
light amount of saliva hanging from her lips. The black-haired human shuddered,
a hand reaching forward and raking through that short head of hair. Huffing
just a little bit, she opened her mouth again, this time taking a few more
inches, and already she could feel the tip poking against her throat. Did the
Warframe expect her to take it all, she wondered? Kha’dra would just have to
wait and see. For now, she put her limited understanding of oral sex to work.
Her lips clung tightly to his skin, the Heavy Gunner breathed softly, muffled
grunts and moans escaping her clasped lips. Those moans turned into wet little
slurps, with the Grineer bobbing her head back and forth on those first few
inches.
She had no intention of giving this young human a break, even as he clawed at
the top of her head, gasping, and lightly bucking her hips at even that slight
amount of stimulation. Cute how this weak little human overreacted so much to
what she assumed was just light foreplay. His cock bucked and throbbed inside
of her mouth, with plentiful globs of some foul-tasting liquid hitting her
tongue every so often. Already those first few inches were slick with her
saliva, as the cloned woman started to work her tongue in gentle circles around
that thick shaft. Shido liked that, as his voice rose just a bit higher and his
hands pushed down to her shoulders. Soon, he was pushing back against her,
forcing an annoyed huff from her nose as her unceremoniously pulled out.
Strands of saliva hung from her lips, trailing from that tip of that throbbing
monster.
Giving a little grunt, her gaze shifted upwards to the red-faced human. He
looked embarrassed, and he should be. Panting a little bit, Shido kept his grip
on her shoulders, “S-Sorry… I… I didn’t want to go off too early… P-Please
forgive me…” And now he was apologizing?! Did he not realize she was a captive,
here? He did not have to apologize for the torture he inflicted on her, she
already knew he was an unwilling participant in this. Shaking her head a bit,
Kha’dra’s grip on his little hips tightened a bit. “A-Aahh… s-still cold…” He
shivered a bit, “I’ve never, uhh… had a…” His voice got even quieter, his
meekness shining through even more, if that was even possible, “a blowjob… b-
before… you’re really good at it…” He paused for a moment, realizing he
wouldn’t really know a really good blowjob from a mediocre one, “I think…”
Kha’dra’s brow furrowed a bit, as she was ready to scream at the boy in
Grineer, and tell him to get on with it. But it seemed his Warframe companion
already had something in mind. The overgrown infested shell had been sitting on
the sidelines for the time-being, but Kha’dra soon felt her head resting
against one of Saryn’s over-wide hips. The Warframe pointed towards the
Grineer’s mouth, before a hand pressed firmly against the back of her head.
Seemed her question about taking the whole thing was answered, as Shido barely
had time to meekly nod his head before Kha’dra was forced down on that rod with
no warning. The Heavy Gunner of course choked and gagged around his length in
that moment where he was hilted inside of her, before Saryn pulled her head
back and let her breathe. A copious amount of saliva poured down her chin, as
she had been forced to gag. “Saryn, you’re hurting her…” The Warframe snapped
her fingers and gestured towards Kha’dra again, Shido frowning a bit before
nodding his head, “Y-Yes, Saryn…” Both hands reached out, the boy holding the
Grineer firmly on either side of her head. The panting Grineer looked up,
gazing into the boy’s eyes, who seemed a little reluctant. He placed the tip of
his cock at her lips, bracing himself a bit, “S-Sorry… K-Kha’dra… Saryn wants
me to be rough with you… She thinks I’ll like it better.”
Well, at least she saw it coming this time, as Shido was at least kind enough
to give her ample warning before shoving himself inside of her. No longer
feeling Saryn’s hip against her side, she had to wonder where the Warframe was.
Knowing Tenno, she would step in whenever she had another perverted idea. The
female Grineer’s gaze was now focused on the sight of an enormous cock sliding
down her throat, and the weak little human it was attached to. Kha’dra gagged,
of course, choked too. Not exactly experienced in the art of deepthroating, the
Grineer just had to hold on while the human boy thrust down her throat. Her
neck bulged with the outline of his tool. It was disgusting to think of her
mouth being used like some kind of fucktoy, but at least he was gentle. That
is, he was trying his hardest to be rough, but he was just too weak to really
affect her all that much. He was even kind enough to pull back just enough to
give her ample time to breathe.
Even if this was forced, she was at least kind enough to keep up her mouthwork,
keeping her lips wrapped firmly around his cock as it pumped in and out of her
throat. Spittle coated her chin and dripped down into her immense cleavage as
his pelvis collided with her face, his heavy balls making just the lightest
*slapslapslap* on her chin. Though, any noise their colliding bodies made was
easily overtaken by the moans and grunts the little human made. For such a
small thing, he had quite the voice, making high-pitched noises and grunting
with every thrust. He was obviously on the edge of some kind of release, and
was putting everything he had into holding it. Kha’dra was pretty determined to
get through this, so she tried her best to help speed things along. Mostly by
bobbing her head back and forth in unison with his thrusts. Though, Kha’dra
didn’t even realize she took control away from him until she noticed his hands
were no longer gripping her head, and that her arms were wrapped tightly around
his hips. She was deliberately choking herself on his cock, shoving every last
inch down her esophagus before pulling it out as sloppily as she could.
No surprise then, that the shivering human couldn’t hold it in much longer. His
legs stiffened just a bit, and his cock throbbed and bucked in her throat. But
Kha’dra had no idea what the signs actually were, and so she took a thick blast
of cum directly to her stomach. Shido’s voice rose even higher, as his balls
struggled to give this Grineer as much cum as possible. Pump after pump of his
cock sent thick ropes of disgusting, human cum down her throat. Kha’dra,
surprised by the sudden deluge of bodily fluids, pulled back just a bit. This
ended up being a mistake as she could hardly keep up with how much the boy
could pump out at once. Even as she struggled to swallow that thick essence,
the sides of her mouth leaked the stuff, and eventually she just had to pull
back. Cum poured from her mouth, and would have hit the floor if her massive
tits weren’t in the way, so instead they just received a generous coating of
semen. And then another, as Shido’s cock was now in the open and it was still
spewing the stuff. Most of it hit the biggest target, which of course was her
breasts, hitting those immense orbs and painting her tannish skin a murky
white.
Shido’s hips continued to buck at nothing, as the flow stopped, slowing to a
trickle with only little droplets of that thick liquid oozing from the engorged
cockhead. Arms still bunched up at his chest, the young human opened one of his
eyes to see his handiwork. His pale cheeks were still red from his climax and
they wouldn’t be returning to their previous color anytime soon, as it was
clear that Shido was aroused by the sight of her. Panting for air, cum hanging
off her chin, and coating her breasts. She looked an absolute mess, but he did
notice that her cheeks were just as red as his. Maybe she liked this sort of
stuff? Or maybe Saryn had just drugged her. Shido frowned a bit, “S-Sorry…” He
rubbed the back of his head, “I always make a mess like this, it’s… so
embarrassing…”
He thinks that’s embarrassing? Try having her pride as a Grineer woman tainted
thanks to the perverted plan of a Tenno. Wiping a metal hand across her chin,
she tried her best to clean herself off, but there was just so much of the
stuff coating her breasts that she decided to just forget about it. About to
pull herself up, she raised an eyebrow as she watched the young human crouch
down and eventually seat himself on the metal floor below him. Sitting like
this, it was pretty easy to see how ridiculously well-endowed he was, with his
cock reaching well up to his chest when standing fully erect. Now Kha’dra was
wondered how she managed to throat that entire cock without suffocating… Still,
she was confused about him sitting down, until Saryn brought herself back into
the picture. The clack of high-heeled, metal boots turned her attention to the
extra thick weapon of mass destruction approaching her. Kneeling down beside
the seated Heavy Gunner, the Warframe reached a hand out and just casually
groped one of Kha’dra’s oversized breasts. Light, squishing noise sounded out
as cum oozed between her fingers, as they sank into that generous bust. Her
free hand pointed over to the seated human, who was just looking at them with
this dumb look, and of course blushed deeply upon seeing the two of them
looking at him.
For a moment Kha’dra had no idea what this Warframe wanted her to do, and after
a couple seconds of staring at her blankly, Saryn decided to make it obvious.
Pointing towards Shido again, a bit more firmly this time, the toxic war
machine then placed her hands against either of her generously-sized breasts.
Squishing those immense mounds together with a light slap, she bounced them up
and down, a little slapping noise sounding out as the slapped against her own
lap with an incredible impact. Well, that made it pretty obvious, but Kha’dra
had just one concern: she was afraid she might crush the poor human’s pelvis
under the weight of her breasts. Then again, if this human was familiar with
the Warframe… well, their busts were pretty close to one another in size: that
is, both of them had tits that nearly reached their knees with nothing to
support them.
Saryn was clearly getting impatient, as shown by the silent, towering woman
shoving the Grineer forward. Now she understood why the human had squirmed so
much earlier: her chest smacked against the floor loudly, and she realized just
how cold those metal floors were. Wincing, her robotic limb struggled to catch
up with her brain, as she scrambled to pick herself up before she had to endure
ice cold metal any longer. Kneeling on the floor again, Kha’dra turned her head
back towards her captor and scowled. At this point all her dignity had been
stripped away and she looked more like a pouting child than a credible threat.
Sighing, she turned her attention back to Shido, sitting there awkwardly with
his oversized tool twitching and bucking. The young human’s eyes were openly
ogling her chest, which spread across her lap and leaked over the sides. A bust
she found somewhat manageable before now seemed impossible to work with as it
seemed to resist every attempt at moving, or took up entirely too much space.
They were starting to seem more like genetic defects than a gift. Kha’dra had
to realize that these tits were saving her life right now.
Making her way forward as gracefully as her gifted body would allow, the clone
woman set herself down right in front of Shido. His gaze flicked upwards once
she was close enough, an awkward smile gracing his child-like features. Was he
trying to be cute? Feh. Kha’dra just rolled her eyes, her scowling gaze
directed at his crotch instead of his admittedly adorable features. If her
metal hands felt awkward to maneuver, then her lower limbs were ten times as
awkward. Actually positioning herself in a way where she could properly titfuck
the human was a chore, but Kha’dra was determined to get this over and done
with. Finally letting out a grunt as her heavy, artificial legs decided to stop
being dead weight, she shifted onto her side, and awkwardly scooted herself
over to Shido.
“I... I can help, y’kno-” A little growl from the Grineer silenced him pretty
quick, the boy pursing his lips. She still had a little bit of pride left!
Kha’dra wasn’t about to accept help from him. Besides, his ‘helping’ before
almost made her choke! No, she had this handled. Gripping her breasts properly
was a bit of a chore with her hands. Grineer cybernetics weren’t exactly the
most advanced in the Origin System. In fact, they were pretty barbaric. But
they got the job done, and with a little finagling she managed to get the
proper grip to manipulate those useless mounds of chest meat. How Tenno were so
interested in these, she would never know. Looking at Shido, her yellow-ish
eyes narrowed a bit, the Grineer woman focusing intently on the task at hand.
The human was practically holding his breath as the Grineer woman pushed
forward. For a brief moment, that splotchy, tan skin rolled across his length,
weighing it down and forcing it to press against his stomach. She was squeezing
a bit too hard. Her fingers took a moment to adjust, loosening a bit, and
letting her breasts spread apart just a teensy bit. That was enough to envelope
him, and for most of Shido’s lower body to disappear under a mountain of
titflesh.
The boy couldn’t escape even if he wanted to, his little legs trapped
underneath the towering woman’s bust. If he was gifted, she was even more
gifted, and his cock was totally enveloped. Not even a little bit managed to
poke out from her cleavage. Complete, and total coverage. His hands reached
out, the black-haired human having to spread his arms out wide to even begin to
encapsulate her bust. His tiny arms squished into the sides, sinking a little
bit into it. It almost looked like his arms had disappeared from how tightly he
hugged those wobbling mounds. Wobbling was actually a good descriptor, as the
moment the boy had a good grip his hips started to thrust. Every little impact
caused those squished together tits to bounce, ripples flying off the point of
impact. It was strange to see the human working so intensely, without any
encouragement from the Warframe, but it seemed Shido was not as meek as she
first assumed. He at least gave it his best effort, even if he was panting and
grunting rather pathetically in the process.
Even with so much effort placed into thrusting, his hips barely managed to lift
those things. He had practically attached himself to her breasts, trapped
underneath them, but apparently having the time of his life. Warmth radiated
across her skin, and every intense throb sent a little shiver up the Grineer’s
metal spine. Her breasts were already slick from the previous session, making
this a rather easy task for Shido. Though, being trapped under a pair of
breasts bigger than half your body never made things easy. Usually, the
addition of a second pair of breasts bigger than half your body made things
even harder. Kha’dra heard the clack clack clack of the Warfame’s heels as she
made her approach. Amusing how she strutted so confidently, with her body
bouncing and wobbling so awkwardly. Shido seemed totally oblivious, too focused
with his own pleasure to realize his Warframe was walking up behind him. But he
would realize soon, as the tall, metal suit kneeled behind him. Arms draped
over his shoulders, and his head (and by extension most of his torso, and some
of his lower body) was cradled against the soft exterior of the Warframe’s
breasts. His eyes went wide, his back went stiff, and a little gasp escaped his
lips.
His head twisted back and forth as realization seemed to hit the young human.
His hips slowed to a crawl for a moment, as he looked up to Saryn for a moment.
There wasn’t much to go off of. The unmoving mask all Warframe’s wore made it
hard to decipher any intent from their actions, or any emotions they might
feel. It gave off the impression that they were cold, and unfeeling. But Saryn
had her ways, and clearly showed she was being playful by reaching one of those
hands up and pinching Shido’s cheek. The boy was slightly displeased by this,
pouting at her for a moment. Kha’dra, impatient that these two were wasting her
time, took matters into her own hands. Instead of letting Shido take the reins,
she would take control, like she had intended to do from the start.
Scrunching up her face a bit, and letting forth an annoyed snort, the Heavy
Gunner put her gifts to work. Those metal hands were clumsy and not nearly as
articulated as the human’s hands, but there was on significant difference
between them. Shido was a scrawny boy, and Kha’dra was a big, strong Grineer
built and bred to crush people like him. So even if her hands were the
clumsiest things in existence, raw strength would see her through, and see poor
Shido experiencing the roughest titfuck of his life. It was as simple as
lifting those unwieldy things off his lap, cock slowly receding from her
underbreast until the Grineer stopped at the very tip. One beat later, she
shoved them down. All that weight came down on Shido’s hips, his length once
again buried in her surprisingly soft bosom. He barely had time to react to
that one before the Grineer lifted them up again, and repeated the process.
When more than twenty pounds of fatty flesh hit your pelvis all at once, it was
pretty jarring. Thank God they were soft... and his pelvis was heavily
reinforced, thanks to repeated titfucks from Saryn. He was built to last, even
if he looked brittle-boned and easily-bruised.
Still, she was going pretty hard. Hard enough for Shido to feel a little more
than just the heavenly feeling of such soft tits around his cock. If he were a
regular human, this would probably hurt! When he thought of Grineer, he thought
of big, hardened warriors with rough, diseased skin and gnarly teeth. He had
seen his fair share of ugly Grineer, male or female... but every once in a
while, the cloning machine produced something a little more appealing. Someone
like Kha’dra here, or the Steel Meridian’s leader. This Grineer had soft skin,
free of scars and burns, with only light splotches on her tan skin to denote
her genetic imperfection. Instead of trying to grab hold of his ‘gift’ again,
he reached his arms back, resting them on top of the shelf that was Sarny’s
bust. Leaning back against the oversized mounds, he panted and grunted, though
any noises he made were masked by the sheer impact of the Grineer’s tits
against his pevis. Smack, smack, smack. His world had gotten so small that he
hardly realized they were in a large room. It seemed to echo throughout the lab
area. Thank goodness the area was on lockdown, as anybody within a good radius
would be able to hear the lewd discourse going on up in the catwalks.
His hands sank into the soft outer shell of his Warframe, his big, expressive
eyes focused on the Grineer’s face. Funny seeing her so determined to please
him, where before she looked embarrassed to even be here. He wondered if Saryn
actually hit her with a dose of her pheromones or not, because her behavior was
unlike the sex-crazed way women tended to act when under the effects of Saryn’s
special ‘pollen’. This Grineer might believe she was doing this against her
will, but it was clear she was doing this of her own accord, managing to forget
why she was here in the first place.
He barely had to move his hips, Shido just had to let the Grineer do the work.
Already he could feel the beginnings of his second climax, his length throbbing
in need, as the soft surface of her breasts massaged his entire cock. Just a
little more... “H-Hah... y-you’re doing a good job, Kha’dra... I d-don’t think
I can...” His eyes shut, and instead of finishing his sentence, he bit his lip
and rolled his head back, nestling into Saryn’s soft embrace. All the pressure
built up finally started to release, with the operator rolling his hips
forward, and crying out her name. Saryn kept a firm grip on his shoulders,
holding him in place as his hips bucked in unison with Kha’dra’s movements,
meeting the Grineer halfway. Despite being fully enveloped between them, the
first spurt was enough to make it out the other end, a thin geyser of thick
jizm rising from her cleavage, landing against her smooth skin in big, thick
globs.
The rest? Well, the first one was certainly the strongest spurt, and the rest
was pretty strong as well. But instead of flying out in one big stream from her
cleavage, only bits of it managed to bubble up to the surface. Most of it made
its home in that deep, dark crevice between her breasts. She could feel blasts
of warm, sticky goo hitting her skin in waves. There was just so much that it
was even starting to bubble to the surface, with most of it leaking out the
bottom. Kha’dra hardly stopped moving, either, making sure to keep herself
moving. They were even wetter, and stickier now. Was she actually trying to
milk him? Shido was surprised by the Grineer’s behavior, her continued movement
able to work a few extra spurts out of him. But eventually he had to stop,
letting out a weak little moan as she just kept slapping those heavy tits
around his oversensitive cock.
Saryn let this continue for a little while, before she finally decided to stop
Kha’dra. The Grineer growled softly as she felt the Warframe’s hands against
the tops of her breasts, her little gropes and squeezes managing to spread more
of that slimy, human cum all over her skin. Kha’dra’s hands slowed, until
finally she lifted them off. Her expression went from determined to… annoyed.
Did she just realize what she was doing, or was she annoyed the Warframe had
stopped her? Either way, she pulled back, letting Shido’s cock gradually pull
free. As he pulled himself out, cum continued to pour from between her breasts
and onto the catwalk, and some of it even trailed between Shido’s cock and
their underside. The young operator took a deep breath and let out a relaxed
sigh.
Now what? Kha’dra wondered, watching the boy, nestled up against his Warframe’s
bosom, she wondered if he was finally done. Huffing a little bit, she sat there
on her knees, breasts resting against her lap and continually leaking and
smearing the human’s climax all over her lap. Placing a hand against the side
of one breast, she huffed a little bit. All this activity was making her
sweaty… at least that was her excuse. Certainly not a desire for the human to
continue, she cared little if he was finished or not. In the end, she would
survive this, which was her only concern. Truly! At this point she was just
trying to convince herself and keep her pride intact. The boy would be dumb
enough to believe her pride, but Saryn, she could see right through that,
couldn’t she? There were no eyes to look into for Kha’dra to discern any kind
of emotion or thought from. All she had to go by was body language and she was
terrible at reading people that way.
A meek voice called out, “S-Saryn…”
Kha’dra’s gaze finally shifted back to Shido. Had she really spaced out? When
did the Warframe move? The boy was pressed firmly against the suit’s soft
exterior, as its hand had reached between his legs and started to stroke his
member, still slick with both saliva and his own cum. Each stroke was followed
by a wet little pap-pap-pap, his softened length already starting to come to
life again, thickening in Saryn’s hand and growing longer. Well, no surprise,
he had shown he barely needed time to rest himself. What was next for her, she
wondered? Kha’dra was anticipating his arrival, preparing herself for whatever
he could dish out. Her body was working against her in every way, as she felt
this strange sense of excitement and giddiness upon seeing that disgusting,
human tool reach its full length again. Saryn carefully lifted herself away
from Shido, the boy clinging to her breasts for as long as they were present,
before they had left his side. He sat there, arms behind his back and propping
his body up. His legs were spread, balls lying against the metal floor, and of
course his cock was standing straight up, throbbing as if it were begging for
Kha’dra’s attention.
Glancing up and down his form, she accidentally made eye-contact with the
human. His pale little cheeks turned red, and he started to smile at her shyly.
Disgusting, Kha’dra thought. But she found her lips curling up just a little
bit against her own will. This Warframe had done a real number on her body, if
she wanted to smile at such a weak little thing. Keeping a close eye on the
busty warrior as the approach the sitting Grineer, she let out a little snarl
as she crouched down beside her. Rolling her shoulder up a bit as the Warframe
tried to touch her, she finally looked away from her and let her get on
whatever she wanted to do. Saryn wasted no time, and soon Kha’dra was pushed
onto her back without even realizing it. Her tits flopped up and down a bit,
and would have smacked her face if she were not proactive and pressed her
metallic hands against the tops of them. They were squished down now. Clearly
affected by gravity still, but certainly not flopping everywhere. What did-
RIIIP
What was left of her clothing was gone now. The tight pants that reached down
to her knees were ripped right off, the Warframe caring little for it. It could
have easily been removed the more conventional way, but of course the Tenno
wanted to embarrass her, take away her pride and dignity. For a brief moment,
she tried to cover herself, her legs pressing firmly together with her unwieldy
metal legs scraping against one another. Everything below her knees was
robotic. Above her knees were a fine pair of legs, attached to a shapely pair
of hips and concealing surprisingly pristine lips. Sex was rarely a concern for
Grineer, and thus, most of them never had the pleasure. Kha’dra had been among
those Grineer, until now. Now, she felt like her body was on fire, and her
loins were the source of it. Saryn barely had to expend effort to spread the
Grineer’s legs, exposing her not only to the Warframe, but Shido as well, who
looked on in awe as her shame was revealed.
Not only were those lips surprisingly nice to look at, not too misshapen and
with plump mons, but they were wet. Soaked, even, with her thighs slick with
feminine juices and a little shine coming off her bare skin. Kha’dra let out a
little snarl at Saryn, who kept her legs open despite the Grineer woman wanting
badly to close them. Seemed she had no choice but to show herself off to the
human. Though, she would have preferred it in a less uncomfortable position.
Being on her back was difficult, as her bust often had a mind of its own as to
where it wanted to go. Shido was crawling closer to her, and no doubt the
little human wanted to mount her. Looking towards Saryn for a moment, she
scowled again, and then finally shook one of her legs free. Instead of
immediately trying to cover them up, she instead started to shift. Rolling onto
her side, Kha’dra let out a little sigh of relief, as she could finally release
her breasts and let them flop onto the floor. With one leg resting on the
floor, she lifted up the other one, presenting herself to Shido. She did not
need some Warframe’s help, she could do this herself! Okay, maybe her pride was
getting the best of her in this situation, but at some point, she just had to
stop lying to herself and realize this was what she wanted.
Once he was in front of the clone woman again, Shido stopped just short of
grinding himself against her, the tip of his member just barely brushing
against her lips. Kha’dra could feel how warm it was, the heat radiating off
the shaft just making the heat in her loins all the more obvious. Their height
difference became quite apparent, as well, Shido presented with this giant of a
woman. After trying to figure out how he should go about this, Shido decided to
wrap his scrawny arms around the leg she had lifted. To him, it was like a tree
trunk, and once he had started to cling to it, fingers digging into her skin
just a bit, he was ready. Though, he didn’t just start immediately. Peeking out
from behind her leg, as if he were hiding behind it, Shido stared at Kha’dra.
His lip quivered for a bit as he seemed to be on the verge of saying something,
until finally he could spit it out, “C-Can I… do it… Ms. Kha’dra…?”
Miss? Kha’dra wanted to laugh, but instead she pursed her lips a bit, and
nodded, letting out an affirmative grunt just to make sure.
“Okay...” Shido took a deep breath, smiling a bit at the woman, before looking
down to focus. Lining himself up with the Grineer’s lips, he pressed himself
against her, hips rolling forward and the tip gliding across her thick outer
lips. Smearing just a bit of the Grineer’s juices over the underside of his
boyhood. Shido let out a ragged breath, and so did Kha’dra. For a moment, she
almost considered reaching out and pushing the boy all the way in at once, but
she was patient. He seemed to want to be gentle with her. After a few more
strokes, he pulled back all the way, and pressed against her firmly. Slowly,
her lips started to spread open for him, and finally let him in. Kha’dra
gasped, her metal fingers scraping against the floor as she looked for
something to hold onto. Four or five inches of it slipped in all at once,
spreading her lips open and stoking that fire between her legs.
Shido’s cheek pressed against her thigh, hot breath rolling across her skin as
his breathing grew a little more rapid. Kha’dra was hugging him tight, every
little contraction and squeeze from the Grineer gripping him like a vice. But
still, he started to move, sliding in and out the first few inches at a slow
pace. Gentle strokes to start out with, letting the Grineer grow accustomed to
him before he started to move faster. Five inches of his cock was nothing,
though. Still, he was easing into it, and every thrust that increased in speed,
also meant he was going deeper than before. Kha’dra shut her eyes, mouth
hanging open, each breath growing shorter, and more labored. As Shido went
deeper, and his pace grew more brisk, he started to elicit some moans from the
Grineer. Her voice wasn’t very high-pitched, rather it was deep, and more
‘womanly’. Shido on the other hand was rather squeaky, trying his best to
stifle his moans, but only serving to make his voice crack a bit.
For a moment she might have thought the height difference would make things
harder for Shido, but that was not the case. Hot breaths rolled across her
skin, as the boy’s moaning grew louder and more prominent. His face was
smooshed against her thigh, cuddling up against soft skin and toned muscle like
an affectionate pet. Kha’dra wanted to hate this human, but he was making it
hard on her. A Grineer like her was supposed to be disgusted by ‘adorable’ and
‘sweet’ things like Shido!
“M-Miss...~” Shido breathed out, trying to finish what he had to say but just
rolling his head forward a bit and focusing on his ‘work’. He had already
reached the halfway point and was rapidly closing in on the milestone. So
rapidly that he was already beating against her cervix. Every little thrust
hitting that barrier firmly, drawing a gasp from the Grineer, followed by moans
on the following thrusts. Shido realized where he was. So close, yet so far...
just a little more effort and he would be there.
But the boy was weak, and as a Grineer, she was strong. He would take too long
for her liking. Forgetting that she was actually supposed to be a captive in
this situation, she took advantage of her size, and superior strength to throw
herself onto Shido. With just a little bump from her hips, Shido was knocked
back, his member sliding easily out of her slick inner walls, with a wet
shlick. He made a little whine, as the cool, sealab hit his still-throbbing
cock. Thankfully, he would not have to wait for very long, as the Grineer had
already made her way over to him. Metal legs clanked against the floor as she
straddled either side of him, a metal hand brushing against his flat stomach
and pressing down firmly. It was like pushing the air out of him, as the moment
she did that, she also decided to slam herself down on top of him, which
knocked the air right out of his lungs. Twenty-four inches and one pierced
cervix later, he was hilted inside of her, and her hips made a wet smack
against his tiny pelvis.
Moaning through gritted teeth, the Grineer leaned forward, both hands moving up
until her metal hands slammed against the catwalk on either side of Shido’s
head. Those cybernetic fingers that had been so clumsy before suddenly tore
into the metal grating on either side of his head, giving her ample leverage to
really work her hips. Shido let out a mix between a grunt and a moan from the
second time Kha’dra slammed down, all the Grineer’s strength put behind that
one smack. Not like his little body could move either, as her ample tits were
acting like a paperweight, keeping him from doing more than squirming his legs
and flailing his head. Not that he tried to flail too much, as he risked
slipping underneath those udders and smothering himself. Not at all an
unpleasant idea, but the Grineer seemed to be in a frenzy, and the last thing
he wanted to do was to accidentally slip back into his Warframe in the middle
of it.
Breaking into her womb seemed to set off an instinctual switch in her head. All
she could hear was this beast in her head yelling fuck, breed, and then fuck
again. She might have worried about injuring the human, considering how weak
they tended to be, but she wasn’t thinking at all. No, she just wanted to ride
him until she couldn’t ride anymore. She was surprised the boy’s pelvis didn’t
break from the first or second slam, and that he wasn’t begging for her to
stop. So, she imagined he must have liked it at least a little bit. What was
more surprising was that his Warframe was just standing there, leaning against
the railing casually, seemingly paying no attention to the fact that she was
crushing her poor boytoy’s pelvis. Hell, that was all the permission she needed
to keep going. Metal crunched between her fingers, as she started to bounce on
top of him. Every last inch of his cock, barring the very tip, slipped out,
before it was all forced back in all at once. That catwalk creaked underneath
her, and the boy just cried out, his head rolling back along with his eyes.
Her breasts wobbled and squished against his chest, thankfully providing at
least a little bit of softness in this situation. If she had a less curvaceous
physique she might actually hurt the boy, but thankfully for Shido, there was a
lot of cushion for the pushin’. Shido’s mouth hung open and his tongue hang out
just a bit, little squeaks and moans usually following another wet smack from
the Grineer’s backside. Her pace was unbearably fast, barely giving Shido a
break between her slamming down on top of his cock. He would just have to take
it, as Kha’dra had no intention of stopping until her needs were satisfied. She
just felt so needy. Every thrust fulfilling that primal urge that most Grineer
completely ignored. Just the sensation of his thick shaft spreading her apart
and piercing her deepest reaches made her desperate for more and more. A shame
that not every primal urge could be sated. She was completely sterile... but
that just meant he could shoot his seed into her womb as much as he wanted,
without a single worry.
And so he did! Shido, like all humans, was weak willed and couldn’t even hold
it in under this kind of pressure. He tried to warn the Grineer but found the
air in his lungs forced out every time he tried, as Kha’dra just kept slamming
down, hips connecting with his pelvis, over and over again, smacksmacksmack
with barely half a second between each one. His feet pressed against the floor,
trying to get some leverage to maybe pull out of her. It would have been rude
to do it without permission, but Kha’dra gave him no choice... so instead of
trying to pull out, he braced his feet against the catwalk and rolled his hips
forward, thrusting into her next one. Shido gritted his teeth, as meeting her
halfway was a lot more painful than having most of the impact absorbed by the
floor, as her weight sent his but right back down to the floor. He would have
been wincing from his ouchies, if he wasn’t plastering her insides with his
seed.
Both of them were grunting and groaning like animals while it happened. Well,
Kha’dra sounded like an animal at least. Shido sounded more a whimpering puppy
at this point. But he certainly had the output of a breeding bull, easily
flooding the Grineer’s womb. To the point where every thrust that followed went
from smack-smack-smack to a myriad of wet, squishy noises. Splorts, and plrts
that punctuated the sheer amount of his seed leaking from her cunt. Seed that
was soon replaced with another thick spurt, and the cycle just continued. The
two of them were going at it too fast for Shido to really stuff himself all the
way in and fill her up... because that was just it, Kha’dra didn’t stop! His
orgasm hardly seemed to matter to her, with the Grineer riding away, seemingly
unphased with the only exception being the fact that she was going even harder
now. The sensitivity that followed a climax was in full force here, and Shido
was beginning to see what kind of predicament he was in. But it was a
predicament he couldn’t escape, and Saryn was just back there, filing her nails
or something... completely ignoring his plight and just letting this woman ride
him to death.
No sense in complaining, as Kha’dra was clearly in no state to listen to his
pleas for a break. Spreading out his arms a bit, he gripped the Grineer’s
wrists tightly, holding onto them for dear life while her hips smashed his
pelvis into the floor. The torn up grating around his head was a little
intimidating, but it just meant those hands weren’t locked around his wrists or
something. Having a scary mess of metal inches from his head was preferable to
having his wrists crushed. But he had learned his lesson as far as moving his
hips went. That was just asking for his butt to be slammed into the floor. No,
he was just going to sit here and take it... which seemed just fine with
Kha’dra, who kept hilting the boy in her flooded womb, pushing out just a bit
more cum from the previous climax. Question was, when would she cum? Did she
really have that much endurance, or had she cum already and he hadn’t even
realized it? Shido hoped it would be soon, as he wasn’t sure how much more he
could take. Sensitivity aside, his hips were starting to get sore from repeated
bounces. He needed to do something to ease this, at least...
The boy’s lightly-watering eyes took notice of something in front of him. The
perilous situation had almost made him forget that this Grineer was stacked.
His cheeks a little red, he craned his head up to see the woman’s face. Just as
expected. Teeth still gritting, head rolled back... They were pretty close
together. Then again, when someone was as busty as her ‘close’ was relative.
Lifting his hands off her wrists, Shido reached out and smooshed his tiny hands
against those swollen mounds, which were currently forcing their weight on his
poor ribcage. Crushed internal organs aside, her tits were key to his survival.
Just touching them managed to elicit some coos from her voice, and her hips
slowed just a little bit. Taking some initiative for once in his life, Shido
rolled his hands across both of those tits, trying his hardest to properly lift
those enormous knockers off his chest and find his real target. Feeling two
hard pegs gliding across his chest, he smiled just a little bit. The weak-
looking boy used what little strength he had to pull them free. The sheer size
of them was pushing him down again, this time they would actually smother
him... but he pressed down on them, hands sinking firmly into that flesh,
causing it to bulge around his arm as he tried to wrangle those oversized tits
into a proper position for nursing.
Kha’dra seemed to enjoy his struggle, and thankfully her hips slowed for just a
bit, as she looked down at him with an amused smirk. Metal scratched her steel
fingers as she freed her grip from the torn up grating, placing her cold, metal
palm on top of his head and raking her fingers through his hair. It was
uncomfortable, but she at least got the idea across. Lining up his head with
one of them, he stuffed his face right in. Instead of trying to focus on both,
he found one, and stuck to it. Latching onto it like a parasite, his little
mouth opened as wide as it could and stuffed one of those huge nipples in. Just
that elicited a grunt from Kha’dra, who started to sit up. Her arms wrapped
around his head as well, forcing Shido to sit up with her. His poor spine
probably couldn’t take this, but it seemed to hold it well after Kha’dra
started to speed up again. Her free tit just flopped up and down, bulging out
to the side a bit, with nothing pressed against it, or keeping it held down.
But the other one stayed relatively steady, which was good for Shido as he
could focus on his work. His little lips tugged at her nipple, his head moving
back and forth, squishing into her breast a bit, before pulling back as far as
he could go.
This new position managed to slow down the Grineer, enough where Shido could
actually get his bearings. If he wasn’t going to get a break, he would at least
have some time to cool off. His entire body felt like it was on fire, but most
importantly, it felt like his cock was on fire. Even Saryn, unless she was
feeling particularly torturous that day, tended to give Shido a minute or so to
recover before going again. Here, there was hardly a ten second pause before
their hips connected again. Little slurps and shlicks escaped his lips, while
Kha’dra’s hips continued to smack against his pelvis, every connection managing
to push out more cum and make a mess of their bodies. There would probably be a
pretty big puddle here if the excess liquid didn’t seep through the grating.
The slightly painful sensation of his overworked cock was still there, and
probably wouldn’t go away anytime soon, so Shido was just forced to work
through it. Kha’dra was focused on the sex. The sensation of a firm cock
filling her up, burying deep into her womb and tickling every pleasurable spot
along the way. It made her forget about her whole situation, and the
unfortunate events that lead up to it.
Instead of wondering how she would escape certain death, she was wondering how
hard she could ride this human before he broke. Rather than lament that no one
was coming to save her, she instead wondered how long the Warframe would allow
her to use this boy. Hopefully it would be for a while, as every consecutive
thrust just made her want more. By all means a beginner at this, Kha’dra was
going off instinct alone. She had no idea if what she was doing was good or
not. The Grineer just went with whatever felt good, and hoped that it felt good
for him, as well. His pleasure mattered, to an extent... though, she wasn’t
about to tolerate weak, human concepts like “breaks” or “a moment to rest”.
Shido would continue until she was satisfied. An arrangement the human was
starting to get used to. In this sitting position, thrusting back was not as
detrimental to his health as it was before, so that’s exactly what he started
doing. The head of his cock rapidly brushed across her g-spot on the way to
her, every last inch buried inside her for a brief moment before the two of
them pulled back in unison. Juices and leftover cum would always trail off his
pelvis, his slick cock exposed to the open air for just a split second before
he was plunged back into her moist folds.
Moans from the human were heavily muffled. No surprise, most of his upper body
was smooshed against her bosom. Arms wrapped around them, flesh bulging from
either side, while also bulging around his shoulders... It was safe to say he
was pretty smothered, here. Surprising he could even breathe, but when his
caretaker/war machine he probably had some advanced techniques to prevent
himself from suffocating. It was a miracle his spine could keep up under all
this weight. From not only the Grineer herself but from the melons currently
pushing against his tiny body. Kha’dra’s voice was drowned out by the sound of
their hips connecting, their drenched bodies always connecting with this wet
smack that only grew more satisfying to Kha’dra was time went on. That smack
only got faster too, as Shido seemed to get into it a bit more. Either out of
some desire to end this quickly, or just from getting excited again. Either
way, his face was mashed against her tits, pressed tight there with his lips
slurping at that sensitive nub at the peak of her bust.
 
His increased pace only served to make it easier for him to lose control of his
climax. While their hips meeting even more rapidly was pleasing, and no doubt
helped work Kha’dra closer to that coveted orgasm, it also meant Shido worked
towards his next load faster. Each one had grown noticeably weaker, the limits
of his human body becoming apparent. Where before he launched what had to be
gallons of the stuff into her throat, each spurt felt weaker, having less
volume and thickness to it. Kha’dra did not care to measure these sorts of
things, but she knew how things felt. Still, feeling that telltale warmth and
hearing the muffled groan of her human partner pleased her. Keeping his face
shoved against her bust, she rode out his orgasm. Kha’dra continuing managed to
elicit a pained groan from the human. Seemed he just wasn’t good enough for
her. One would think he would be begging for this end to by the second climax
in a row, but that was very far from the truth.
Shido absolutely adored this woman. She was exactly like Saryn in a lot of
ways. Strong, dominant, and able to go for hours without pause. It was
something Shido had grown accustomed to and something that turned him on to no
end. He wanted to feel like there was nothing he could do, utterly dominated by
a larger, stronger woman. All this time spent trying to ease the pain or escape
was just a waste. Panting heavily, Shido reached his arms out and wrapped them
tight around Kha’dra’s waist. Holding on to her for dear life, the young Tenno
kept his grip firm on the Grineer. Instead of complaining or whining, he would
just accept this. This Grineer was going to ride him until she was satisfied.
That might not be for another couple hours… so why resist? Shido just let it
happen, letting his body become little more than a fucktoy for the domineering
Grineer. The savage Grineer who grunted and hissed every time he plunged deep
inside her, burying every last inch into her thoroughly-used cunt until she
rolled her hips back up and slammed herself down again.
It was constant with her. His hips were beat up, his pelvis close to smashed.
If he were a regular human and not a Tenno he might have been hurt here. Saryn
watched the whole time, of course, not stepping in at all or even seeming all
that interested in helping him. No, she was perfectly content with letting him
get fucked silly by a Grineer. Something Kha’dra took advantage of. As time
went on, she got rougher. Metal fingers raked through his hair, even tugging on
it a bit. Frightening considering what he had seen the Grineer do to metal
grating not more than ten minutes ago but that fear just made him harder,
further proof that he was just a masochist like that. He wanted to feel small
and insignificant.
When her climax finally came, long after Shido had lost count of how many times
he shot his load into her womb, his face was smothered between her tits, buried
deep enough where his chin was touching her chest. Shido could barely breath,
until getting a bit of air every so often, if Kha’dra was generous. Those
things slapped against his face, putting their full weight on it and turning
his world pitch dark. Her hips got faster and faster, something Shido hadn’t
even considered in all this. These last few thrusts actually hurt, the woman
putting every ounce of strength she had into slamming herself down on the young
man’s pole. It was only right that he happened to be on the edge as well,
though his climax was easily drowned out by the Grineer’s extravagant finish.
The woman roared out in ecstasy, walls clamping down on his poor, abused cock
like a vice. Their hips were soon soaked with her juices, only adding to the
mess of jizm and feminine fluids that had already coated their bodies.
A rush of warmth flowed over Kha’dra’s skin as the afterglow hit her in full
force. Surprised how long it really took her to cum, she started to lift
herself up, just barely freeing the gasping-for-air Shido before she seemed to
lose all strength in her limbs. Her eyes glazed over, her expression relaxing
as she flopped forward clumsily, tits smacking against the grating and by
extension, Shido’s poor head. As her world went dark, she just started to feel
Shido struggling. Smiling to herself a bit, she didn’t bother to move, figuring
his Warframe would free him herself… right now, she deserved some rest…
When she awoke, she awoke groggy, limbs stiff, and her hips sore. Eyes
fluttering open, she was met face to… helmet with Saryn, the boy no longer in
sight. Noticeably, Saryn’s body was back to its normal size, as well. Strange
to see her with a more reasonably sized pair of chest, and hips that were less
likely to get stuck in doorways. She had gotten accustomed to the sight of
someone as large as herself. Now she was starting to wish she could just put
her inconvenient bodyparts away… that would save her a lot of trouble. Glancing
side to side, she tilted her head at the Warframe for a moment. Flinching a bit
as the death machine lifted its hand, she hesitated a bit as it started to
reach toward her… and pat the top of her head. Growling a bit, she huffed… and
found she couldn’t move. Noticing that she was in fact bound, Kha’dra started
to struggle a bit, grunting, before roaring a string of profanities in her
tongue directed towards the Warframe. But an ethereal voice managed to calm her
down. Shido’s voice?
“S-Sorry, Ms. Kha’dra… we have to tie you up to make it l-look like you were…
uhhm… c-captured!” Where was that voice coming from? It certainly wasn’t coming
from the Warframe. It just seemed to be… in the air. The Warframe gave her a
little wave, making Kha’dra shake her head in disbelief. “B-But I had a lot of
fun… M-Maybe next time I could be the one on top?” There was a bit of a pause,
before Saryn just silently shook her head, “W-Worth a shot… W-Well, if you…
uhm... ever want to spend some more time with me and Saryn, the Steel Meridian
are always looking for new recruits!” Saryn retrieved a small device out of
thin air. Her communicator. She could have sworn it had dissolved with her
helmet.
“Here’s your communicator back, Ms. Kha’dra… if you ever want to contact the
Steel Meridian, we gave you the proper c-channel to do it.” Saryn tossed it on
top of the Grineer’s breasts, causing them to wobble a bit as it landed.
Absolutely dumb-founded, the Grineer looked up, and then down. Glaring a bit at
the Warframe, she pulled on her binds a bit. “Tenno skoom…” She muttered,
wishing she could control herself a bit more… her cheeks were turning red. A
prideful Grineer shouldn’t blush!
“W-Well, uhm…” The Warframe just stood there awkwardly as her Operator tried to
stutter out his words. Instead of waiting for him, she snapped her fingers
several times. “O-Oh! S-Sorry… I’ll make it quick. B-Bye miss! I h-had a lot of
fun!” The Warframe stepped back towards the railing. With a half-hearted wave,
the Warframe hopped up, landing on the railing, balancing on the tips of their
toes… then they slowly fell backwards, disappearing over the railing. The last
thing Kha’dra heard was the metal suit landing, and then running off into the
distance.
For a moment she just sat there, mind still trying to process everything that
happened. One thing she seemed to forget, until that very moment: her armor had
been dissolved, her clothing ripped apart, and she was left naked for her
fellow Grineer to find her. Struggling against her binds again, she knew it was
fruitless. No amount of bravado and intimidation tactics would allow her to
live this down. What would her superiors think of her, having to be escorted
into her quarters completely naked? That communicator was starting to look more
tempting by the moment. Shame she couldn’t call them now. She would arrange for
a rescue just to avoid the shame and embarrassment of being exposed to her
fellow Grineer.
An alarm blared as the lockdown ceased, all entrances to the room opening up,
with heavily-armed Grineer streaming in. Kha’dra glanced over the railing to
see what appeared to be a whole platoon of Grineer investigating the area. What
made her heart skip a beat, and sink deep, deep into her chest was the tall,
cerulean figure that joined the Grineer. Massive fists, rippling muscles… that
was Tyl Regor, alright. Kha’dra almost passed out again. This had to be
intentional… those Tenno skoom wanted to embarrass her in front of her
superior… oh, when she got her hands on that boy and his Warframe again, she
would… probably just fuck them again.
Making a little pbbbbbtt with her lips, Kha’dra leaned back against the railing
and just waited. They would find her eventually…
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