Spartan Needs

Camaraderie

Reach
FLEETCOM Sector One, Epsilon Eridani System
CASTLE Base
2544


Doctor Catherine Halsey sank heavily into her favorite armchair, letting the well-worn cushions embrace her body. The computers in her office chirped and hummed quietly. Working in a facility three miles beneath Menachite Mountain had many advantages; peace and quiet were among the most treasured by Dr. Halsey.

It had been a long week.

Dr. Halsey had just finished being debriefed by ONI brass for the umpteenth time after having been captured by the Covenant four days ago. Halsey had never been afraid of offending people, and as such a few of ONI’s movers and shakers held something of a grudge against her. They had taken Halsey’s temporary captivity as an opportunity to question whether she could be under alien influence. One pencil pusher had even gone so far as to infer that Halsey might be a Covenant sympathizer.

That had been one insult too many.

Halsey had wasted no time reminding the ONI inquiry board that she was personally responsible for the entire SPARTAN II project, and that it was her hand-chosen SPARTANs that had rescued her from the middle of a huge Covenant armada. Two of her SPARTANs had died in the attempt: Solomon-069 and Arthur-079. Fred-104 and Kelly-087 had survived by sheer tenacity. As always, John-117, the Master Chief, had luck enough for all of them, rescuing Halsey from her cryo-chamber prison.

The SPARTANs were the only chance humanity had of surviving the war, and Dr. Catherine Halsey was not about to let a few petty bureaucrats waste her time with personal vendettas. ONI needed the SPARTANs, and the SPARTANs needed Halsey; it was just that simple.

“Deja.” Halsey spoke tiredly.

A shimmering female figure appeared on the holographic pedestal next to her.

“Yes, Dr. Halsey.” The AI Deja said in a calm voice.

“Update on the most recent psych evaluations, please.” Halsey sank back into her chair, closing her eyes. She was still worked up after the debriefing. “And some Chopin would be nice.”

Beautiful piano music began drifting into the room as a series of graphs began scrolling across Halsey’s screen. She scanned each and every line of data with lightning speed. Technically speaking, Halsey was fifty-two years old. However, she had spent more time in cryo-chambers in stasis while traveling among the stars than most people. The human body did not age in stasis. Between her time in stasis and the rigorous physical exercise and nutritional regiment she subjected herself to, she was easily mistaken for a woman in her early forties. Her long blond hair, just recently betraying a few grey strands, framed a slender bespectacled face with grey eyes. It was not vanity that motivated such scrupulous care of her body, but necessity. She could not afford to risk illness when there was so much work to be done, and humanity’s very survival depended on it.

The occasional whistle of a passing marine was not disagreeable, however.

Suddenly Halsey caught sight of something in the data that made her eyes go wide with shock.

“Hold.” She ordered, and the scrolling came to a halt. She reread the data again. “No…no, this can’t be.”

“It appears your previous theory is indeed accurate, Dr. Halsey.” Deja said. “How do you wish to proceed?”

Dr. Catherine Halsey furrowed her brow in thought. This would take every bit of her considerable intellect to solve. But she would do whatever she had to. Her SPARTANs needed her. Now more than ever.


* * *


Twelve days later, Dr. Halsey was standing in a sparring room deep inside CASTLE Base where the SPARTANs had spent countless hours training in hand-to-hand combat with one another. The room was a dome-shaped space with a twenty meter radius from side to side and six meters from floor to the apex of the blast-resistant ceiling.

Two marines stood guard at the entrance. Finally the door slid open and three SPARTANs walked in, dwarfing the marines in their MJOLNIR Mark IV armor. The three super-soldiers walked up to Dr. Halsey and saluted as always. Halsey shook her head, smiling waved a quick return. She was not in the military, but the SPARTANs were soldiers through and through, and it was how they showed respect.

“You may stand guard outside.” Halsey spoke to the two marines guarding the door. “Make sure no one interrupts us.”

“Yes ma’am.” One marine said before sealing the door behind them.

“I’m sure you’re all wondering why I summoned you here.” Halsey addressed the SPARTANs.

They remained silent, patiently waiting for her to explain. One of the things Halsey loved about her SPARTANs; they knew that silence was often wiser than speech.

“Please, remove your helmets.” Halsey instructed. “You first, John.”

The Master Chief released the seal on his helmet with a gentle hiss of air and lifted the green alloy and gold visor helmet from his head. His hair was cropped close to his head, and his skin was very pale. SPARTANs did not get much sun. His eyes were clear and alert and his face was calm and confident.

“Kelly, go ahead.” Halsey nodded to the slightly shorter SPARTAN to the Master Chief’s left.

Kelly removed her helmet in the blink of an eye. She always was the fastest of the SPARTANs. Her brown hair was tied into a short ponytail at the back of her head. Her features were striking, with a sharp nose and chin. Her blue eyes shined with alertness, and Halsey could see an eagerness in them.

“Linda, your turn.” Halsey finally turned to the SPARTAN to the Master Chief’s right.

Linda lifted off her helmet with deliberate precision, her hands amazingly steady. She was the best sniper of the SPARTANs, and she was patient and stoic in every aspect. Her sanguine hair was just a bit longer than the Master Chief’s, with just a lock of hair swept to the side to give some semblance of femininity. Her face was impassive, with smooth features and a gentle chin.

“I want you all to know that what I’m about to do is for your continued health.” Halsey explained, trying to drum up some courage. “The augmentations we gave you have made you bigger, stronger and faster than any human could naturally be, but at some costs. The catalytic thyroid implants that spurred your physical growth suppress your sexual drive.”

She waited for any of them to speak, but they remained silent, and their faces showed no sign of emotion, only patient attention. Halsey wondered how she would react if someone had told her the same thing had been done to her at the age of fourteen. It would have involved screaming and physical violence, she was certain.

“While no mental instabilities have ever been recorded in the SPARTAN II program, my findings suggest that continued suppression of your sexual instincts may lead to reduced performance in reaction time and tactical thinking. In other words, you may become distracted.” She said simply.

“Ma’am.” Kelly spoke first. She was easily the chattiest SPARTAN, but that only made her slightly less mute than the others.

“Yes, Kelly?” Halsey smiled at her.

“Wouldn’t sexual urges themselves be a distraction?” Kelly asked.

“They would.” Halsey nodded. “That’s why I’ve developed this.”

She raised a case of syringes filled with red liquid.

“Each of these contains a serum that will temporarily counter the effects of your thyroid implants. In fact, they will likely enhance your natural instincts.” Halsey shifted her weight, searching for the right words. “I suppose one might call it a concentrated aphrodisiac.”

“Ma’am.” Master Chief said.

“Yes, John?” Halsey nodded.

“The others,” He was speaking, of course, of the other SPARTANs not present.

“All available SPARTANs will be given the serum.” Halsey assured him. “In fact, Fred is being treated now across the base. Before you ask,” Halsey raised a hand. “There’s a good reason he isn’t with us here.”

This was the hard part.

“Above all else, you must retain your team cohesion.” Halsey took a deep breath. “Our psychologists concluded that all sexual acts should conform to basic instinctual hierarchy. Fred is being… assisted by a volunteer female marine. John, you are the leader of your squad, and therefore your authority must not be undermined.”

The three SPARTANs remained silent and attentive. It might have been easier if they’d stormed out in disgust.

“I’m sure it’s obvious by now. Kelly and Linda?” Halsey glanced at the two female SPARTANs. “You will… bond with John. Ideally, not only will your instincts will be sated, but your unit cohesion may even be further improved.”

“Understood, ma’am.” Kelly nodded.

“Yes, ma’am.” Linda spoke for the first time.

The Master Chief frowned, uncertain. He had never been given a mission like this before. Kelly and Linda were both very important to him. They were part of his team, but he had never thought of them as anything other than SPARTANs.

“John, it will be easier once the serum takes effect.” Halsey encouraged him. “Now if you would all remove your armor while I prepare the injections.”

Dr. Halsey began checking the syringes as the three SPARTANs began the arduous task of removing their MJOLNIR armor. Normally they would be assisted by a team of technicians, but it was vital that no one else know about what was happening. The SPARTANs were a legend in the UNSC, and Halsey wasn’t about to let rumors of orgies besmirch their good name. She could only imagine what the ODSTs would say. Dr. Halsey had the syringes prepared and looked back up as the SPARTANs finished the long process of extricating themselves from their armor.

Kelly’s body was perfectly muscled like every SPARTAN, and her skin was pale and smooth. She was easily the most feminine of all female SPARTANs, and her full breasts stood proudly on her toned chest. Linda was a just a touch more muscular, befitting her stoic tom-boy nature, and her breasts a bit more modest than Kelly’s, but they looked exceedingly firm.

Then Halsey looked at Master Chief and felt her heart leap into her throat.

John-117 was not the strongest SPARTAN, nor the fastest, nor the smartest. He was, as Halsey had often thought, the luckiest. And luck had endowed him most generously. He was handsome, certainly. His body seemed to be chiseled out of marble, each and every muscle perfectly defined. Halsey’s eyes kept dropping down to his groin. She had run physicals on the SPARTANs many times, and always reviewed their checkups, but she had never gotten used to just how… impressive he was down there.

“You will all inject this into your arm on my command.” Halsey handed each SPARTAN a syringe. The injections had to be done simultaneously to ensure uniform effect. “All right…in three…two…one…inject.”

The three SPARTANs injected themselves on cue.

“It will take a moment.” Halsey explained. “John, how do you feel?”

The Master Chief felt normal. He was about to report as much when he glanced to his left and saw Kelly’s nude body. He had seen her naked many times in the showers after training and thought nothing of it before. But now… now he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Kelly’s slender hips had always made her the fastest of the SPARTANs, and the Master Chief had always seen them as an asset to mission success, but now they were beautiful. The way the curve of her thighs gave way to the gentle swell of her toned buttocks made the Chief’s heart race. The twin orbs of Kelly’s breasts made his blood run hot.

“Chief?” Kelly asked as she noticed the Master Chief’s gaze. She frowned in confusion for a moment before her eyes widened as she saw his manhood awaken. His long, thick shaft grew rigid with arousal. Then Kelly realized it was her own body causing such a reaction, and she felt a strange warmth between her legs.

The Master Chief turned to his right and saw Linda staring back at him. Her firm body filled him with excitement far more potent than even the anticipation of battle. Linda averted her gaze and gave Halsey a pleading look.

“That’s fine, Linda.” Halsey nodded. “Give it time.” She regarded the Master Chief. “John, are you and Kelly ready?”

“Yes ma’am.” the Master Chief and Kelly said in unison.

“You’ve all been briefed on human sexuality.” Halsey took a deep breath. “Time to put it into action. Kelly, John… you have a go.”

The Master Chief was still turning away from Dr. Halsey when Kelly tackled him to the ground. Kelly was on top of him, her hands roaming over the Chief’s broad shoulders and down his arms, bulging with muscle. The Chief could feel Kelly’s warm, soft breasts compress against his hard pectoral muscles and he could see a fire in her clear blue eyes. His instincts took over and the Master Chief’s arms circled around behind Kelly’s back. His hands slid down the small of her back to her butt. He took hold, squeezing Kelly’s firm glutes.

Dr. Halsey could hardly breathe as she watched Kelly arch her back as the Master Chief groped her buttocks. Kelly looked down at the Chief. Her face was a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. After a moment’s hesitation, she leaned in and covered his lips with her own. The Master Chief’s left hand moved up to grasp the back of Kelly’s head and pulled her deeper into the kiss. Kelly moaned softly, letting her tongue slip into the Chief’s mouth to duel with his own. Then she finally raised her head to look down into the Chief’s eyes.

“Permission to handle your weapon, sir?” Kelly asked with eyes full of desire. She could feel the Master Chief’s manhood pulsing against her abs as she lay on top of him. “I would like to see what it can do.”

“Permission granted.” the Master Chief said in a low voice.

Kelly sat back, straddling the Chief’s thighs and reached down to grab his thick, hard member. She wrapped both hands around the throbbing shaft in a firm grip, and the Master Chief grunted with pleasure. Kelly felt a shiver go up her spine knowing her mere touch was affecting the Chief so powerfully.

“Prepare for insertion.” Kelly whispered, giving the Master Chief a wink. She came up on her knees and moved forward, lining herself up. “It’s going to be hot.”

Kelly came down on the Master Chief’s cock in one quick, smooth motion. The broad head and thick shaft of the Chief’s manhood plunged through Kelly’s nether lips and filled her tight, moist sheath in the blink of an eye.

“Uuuunghhh!” Kelly moaned, arching her back as glorious sensations flooded through her body.

“Nnnnnghhh!” the Master Chief set his jaw, bearing down against the pleasure as Kelly’s hot flesh squeezed firmly around his cock. His hands moved of their own accord, grasping the twin orbs of Kelly’s breasts. “Move, Kelly! Move!”

“Sir!” Kelly responded promptly. She covered the Chief’s hands with her own as he began groping her generous mounds of soft flesh. Kelly’s thighs, capable of propelling her at nearly forty miles per hour in her MJOLNIR armor, flexed with superhuman strength. She began bouncing atop the Master Chief’s cock, her toned glutes slapping loudly against his sculpted quadriceps. Pleasure coursed up from their joining. It was incredible. “Yes! Aaaaah! I’m Oscar Mike!”

“Confirmed!” the Master Chief hissed between his teeth. He looked down and watched as Kelly’s amazing body pumped his cock again and again. His strong hands kneaded Kelly’s breasts, feeling the warm flesh give under his fingers. He could even feel Kelly’s heartbeat, accelerated but steady, under his hands. The Chief’s thumbs moved over her nipples, teasing the rosy tips to attention. He could not recall where he had learned of that technique, but Kelly’s reaction told him she found it agreeable.

“Yes, Chief!” Kelly gasped, letting her hands move down the Master Chief’s muscular arms and over his broad, chiseled chest. The Chief’s strength had always been a mission asset, but now that Kelly was feeling his solid pectorals under her fingers, she found it to be intoxicating. The pleasure of having his massive manhood filling her most intimate depths to their fullest extent was driving Kelly to her limits. She was desperate to surpass them. “Further…aaaahh!.... further orders?”

“Kelly…” the Master Chief whispered her name. His right hand slipped from Kelly’s left breast and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her down into a lustful kiss. Kelly’s butt continued bobbing up and down, pumping the Master Chief’s hard cock with unbelievable speed.

Dr. Halsey watched in a state of shock as Kelly’s hips increased their tempo, almost seeming to blur as she rode the the Master Chief’s rigid shaft. The Chief’s hands roamed across Kelly’s bare back, pressing her full breasts fast against his chest as they continued their kiss. Kelly’s spine undulated wildly, and her thighs rippled with power, churning the Chief’s cock deep inside her with staggering speed. Kelly broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against the the Master Chief’s, staring into his eyes.

“Aaaaaahhh! You with me, Chief!?” Kelly asked, using every ounce of her strength to grind the Master Chief’s cock harder inside her. She could feel her climax approaching.

“I’m with you, Kelly.” the Master Chief’s deep voice reverberated through his chest and against Kelly’s breasts. The pleasure in his loins was impossible to control. “Aaaargh! INCOMING!!!”

“Chief! Yes! YES! CHIEF!!!” Kelly screamed as she came. Her hips slammed down, driving the Master Chief’s cock as deep as possible inside her. She began to shake as her orgasm ripped through her, causing her inner muscles to spasm around the Chief’s pulsating manhood.

“KELLY!!!” the Master Chief roared, holding her tight against him. His body convulsed, and his testicles clenched as his climax overwhelmed him. His cock erupted with his seed deep within Kelly’s hot vessel. He could feel her womanhood squeeze down, pumping his shaft as it fired volley after volley up into her.

Halsey looked on with unblinking eyes, watching two of her SPARTANs shaking in simultaneous orgasm on the floor in front of her. Her head felt light and she thought her knees would go weak at any moment, but somehow she remained standing. After a moment, Kelly rolled off of the Master Chief and stared up at the ceiling as if in deep thought. The Chief sat up, his eyes clear and bright with excitement. Halsey swallowed as she saw his manhood still hard and pulsating as he got to his feet.

“Linda.” the Master Chief said simply, turning toward the stoic female SPARTAN. “Go or no go?”

Linda stood quite still, her back straight with perfect posture. Her face was calm, but her eyes glowed with the same desire that simmered in the Master Chief’s. She turned away from him and knelt down, supporting herself on her hands and knees. She glanced over her shoulder, meeting the Chief’s gaze unwaveringly.

“Go.” She said in a strong voice.

The Master Chief strode over and knelt down, mounting Linda without preamble. His thick cock drove deep inside, causing Linda to fling her head back, barely managing to suppress a scream of pleasure. The Chief grabbed Linda’s waist in his hands and began thrusting. His hips set a demanding pace, slamming against Linda’s firm butt with amazing force.

“Uuuuungh! Mmmmm!” Linda moaned in spite of herself, feeling the massive girth of the Master Chief’s cock fill her with each unyielding thrust. She moved back against him, meeting each thrust with her own.

“Aaaargh!” the Master Chief breathed heavily. He rutted into Linda like an animal, feeling long dormant instincts guiding his movements. His arms bulged with muscle, pulling Linda into his thrusts and burying his cock deep inside her again and again.

“Chief! Aaaaaah!” Linda gasped as the Master Chief’s testicles swung up and slapped against her clit. Pulses of pleasure washed up through her with every stroke. The long, thick length of the Chief’s cock pumped into her like a piston, causing delicious friction within Linda’s tight canal. They mated brutally, bodies slamming together the force of a pneumatic cannon.

A movement out of the corner of her eye caused Halsey to reluctantly shift her gaze from Linda and the Master Chief to Kelly. The SPARTAN had risen to her feet and was looking at Halsey with a very unsettling expression. Kelly’s eyes were still shining with lust, but they were now directed at Dr. Halsey.

“Nnnnnnghhhaaa! Linda, report!” the Master Chief commanded, knowing he would not last much longer. The pressure in his loins was building to the critical point.

“Ooooooh! Ready….aaaagh!....when you are, sir!” Linda replied, rearing back into the Chief’s thrusts with unrelenting strength. She would never admit it, but she had nearly come twice, and was only holding off her climax by sheer force of will. But the the Master Chief was too relentless, and his cock was far too big for her body to resist forever.

With three mighty thrusts, the Master Chief drove them both over the precipice.

“LINDA!!!” He buried his cock deep inside Linda’s toned body, pouring a deluge of his seed into her warm, tight womanhood. He arched his back and roared up at the ceiling in primal satisfaction.

“CHIEF!!!” Linda whipped her head back and screamed as her orgasm flooded her body with ecstasy. Her vessel clamped down on the Master Chief’s member, milking each successive volley of hot seed from the hard shaft.

Kelly approached Halsey, and suddenly the doctor felt extremely vulnerable as the much taller and vastly more powerful SPARTAN came to within arm’s length. Kelly stopped and regarded Halsey in silence for a long moment while Linda and the Master Chief finally managed to recover from their orgasms and got to their feet.

“That was very good.” Halsey sputtered, feeling a mixture of terror and excitement as the Master Chief and Linda approached and came to stand next to Kelly in front of her. She regarded the three naked SPARTANs with as much courage as she could muster, but she knew her cheeks were flushed.

“Ma’am.” The three SPARTANs said in unison.

“Y-yes?” Halsey asked. The perfectly synchronized speech had not been accidental. The three of them were in a heightened state of team empathy; likely almost indistinguishable from telepathy.

“Permission to act freely?” They asked, again in perfect unison.

“I…don’t…” Halsey’s voice trailed off. She never wanted to take advantage of the SPARTANs. She had watched over them for most of their lives. But as much as she cared for them, she was not their mother. And as she glanced down to see the Master Chief’s throbbing manhood standing out proudly within reach, she felt like a woman for the first time in a long time. Not a scientist, not a guardian, but a woman.

“Permission granted.”

Kelly and Linda had Halsey stripped in less than a minute. The doctor covered herself for a moment before realizing the futility of the gesture. The Master Chief moved toward her and Halsey felt her heart skip a beat as he grasped her waist and lifted her off her feet effortlessly. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and he pulled her against him. Halsey could not help but smile as she felt the Master Chief’s solid chest against her bare breasts. She spread her legs, wrapping them around the Chief’s waist. Halsey gasped as she felt the long, hard shaft of the Master Chief’s manhood tap against her butt.

“Allow me, ma’am.” Kelly said before reaching down and taking the Chief’s member in her hand and angling it correctly.

“Go ahead, John.” Halsey gazed into the Master Chief’s eyes. He lowered her down onto himself slowly. Halsey inhaled sharply as the Chief’s huge cock began sliding into her, inch after inch. “That’s…that’s…oooh….GOD!”

She could not take all of him in; he was simply too big. But when he had filled her, the Master Chief’s arms began to raise and lower her, manually pumping Halsey’s body on his shaft.

“Holy! Mmmmm! Yes!” Halsey squealed, barely managing to draw breath as the Master Chief’s cock rubbed all the right places. Her fingers clawed down his back, and she crossed her ankles above his perfectly formed glutes.

Kelly and Linda lay down together on the floor next to them, entwining together. The two SPARTAN women licked and suckled each other’s breasts, and their hands roamed over one another’s curves. They nipped and scratched as their lust intensified, and soon they were grinding against each other, churning their nether lips together in feral passion.

But Halsey’s attention was dominated by the Master Chief and his keen eyes, and his hard, glorious cock filling her again and again with wonderful pleasures. Halsey knew every scientific term associated with human sexuality, but all of them failed to express the raw power of the act. And above all, the Master Chief exuded power. She could feel his loyalty to her in the gentle strength of his touch, and it was the only thing keeping him from ravishing her with fatal strength.

Minutes slipped by. Then an hour. Halsey felt things she had not experienced for years, and some of the pleasures were brand new. The Master Chief brought her to orgasm several times, but did not come himself. While Kelly and Linda writhed together nearby, Halsey began to think she might be incapable of fulfilling the Master Chief’s needs.

“John…aaaaghhh! Oh I’m coming again!!!” Halsey screamed, shaking in the Master Chief’s arms. “Ooooh… I’m sorry, John. I don’t think I can sate you.”

“That’s incorrect.” the Master Chief replied simply.

“Why… why haven’t you come then?” Halsey asked.

“I was awaiting the order, ma’am.” the Master Chief answered.

Halsey burst into exhausted laughter and covered the Master Chief’s lips with a long, deep kiss. She smiled warmly at him and tightened her embrace. “Come with me, John. That’s an order.”

“Yes, ma’am.” the Master Chief nodded.

The Chief’s arms pumped Halsey onto his cock with incredible power, forcing guttural cries of ecstasy from the middle-aged doctor. Her eyes began to roll back, but she fought to stay conscious as the pleasure mounted.

“Oh DAMN!” She screamed. “I’m coming, John! Aaaaaah! I’m going to…”

“YES MA’AM!” the Master Chief bellowed, slamming Halsey down onto his cock just as he came, shooting his hot seed up into her.

“JOHN! YES! YES! YES!” Halsey cried out, feeling the liquid fire filling her even as her own orgasm rocked her body with wondrous spasms. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks as she shook in the Master Chief’s arms.

Then everything went dark.


* * *


Halsey awoke with a start as Kelly’s scream of orgasm split the air. The doctor sat up, and realized she was now dressed. She looked across the room and saw Kelly pressed against the wall with the Master Chief rutting into her from behind while Linda stood behind him, massaging his testicles as he finished Kelly’s climax. The Chief then turned to Linda and followed her to the ground and kneeled between her spread thighs as she laid back. He began thrusting hard between her long, powerful legs while Linda writhed in front of him. Kelly moved around to straddle Linda’s face, and Halsey could see Linda’s tongue lap at the tender folds between Kelly’s legs.

There was a message on Halsey’s data pad. Fred’s treatment had concluded fairly early. The woman volunteer had suffered a minor pelvic fracture but was expected to fully recover. Apparently the experience had not been entirely negative. The female marine had already volunteered for all future treatment sessions. Fred had made quite an impression, obviously.

Halsey felt fairly stiff. She knew she would be terribly sore in the morning, but she counted herself lucky. She wasn’t going to be spending the next month in medical.

Dr. Halsey checked her chronometer and realized with a start that over five hours had passed since the SPARTANs had first entered the training room. She had estimated the entire process would take less than one hour, but the SPARTANs showed no signs of fatigue. There was no harm in letting them continue, and Halsey was not entirely certain she could stop them.

She knew the SPARTANs had dressed her and moved her to a safe distance to recuperate. Halsey was sure they had checked her vitals before resuming their activities. It was likely she had simply succumbed to sensory overload during her last orgasm, but Halsey knew she had been lucky not to have suffered cardiac arrest. She was in great shape for her age, but even then, sex with a SPARTAN was a dangerous prospect for any normal woman. What had she been thinking, letting herself be carried away so quickly?

“Yes, Chief!” Linda screamed in orgasm. Her tongue then slid over Kelly’s clit, driving her fellow female SPARTAN into a toe-curling climax.

“Linda! Rraaaargh!” the Master Chief growled, thrusting one last time deep into Linda.

“LINDA!” Kelly cried out, still shaking in orgasm. A moment later she pounced on the Master Chief. The two rolled across the floor, and Kelly gasped as the Chief entered her once again, thrusting boldly into her.

“Who are you kidding, Catherine.” Halsey murmured to herself. “You would have been crazy not to do it.”

Halsey began taking notes while she waited for the SPARTANs to tire or for the serum to wear off.

It was a long wait.