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Dark Temptation, Dark Desires	By : SinandSmut Category: +G through L > Halo Views: 14621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: WARNING: This fic contains themes of cheating, adultery, betrayal, and netrorare. If none of these themes are for you, I suggest you turn back now.

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Cortana groaned in frustration as she read the message from John.
How much more obvious can I make things for him, she thought angrily.
Cortana had hoped telling John that she would be having a few drinks with Locke would arouse enough jealously in him to get him to leave Infinity.  Apparently though, that had been an incorrect assumption.
I have never met a more oblivious, hard headed man in my life, Cortana thought furiously as she reread his message again.
In response to her telling him that Locke was buying her a few drinks at a bar, John had simply responded with…
Okay.  Have fun[.
The next message he had sent her made things a thousand times worse.
Since you’re okay without me, I’m going to spend an extra day on Infinity.  I’ll meet you groundside tomorrow evening.
“That’s most of our weekend together you jerk!” Cortana nearly yelled into the datapad.  “Another man is hitting on me, and all you can think about is more training?”
Her voice was a low growl, and for a brief moment she considered going back into the club and taking Locke up on his offer.
Reason regained control after Cortana took a few moments to calm down.
That’s alright, Cortana said to herself.  It’s just one more day, and in the mean time I’ll get home and finger myself into oblivion.
Cortana messaged back, hitting the screen perhaps a little harder than she meant to.
Just make sure you don’t miss our reservations for tomorrow.
Cortana closed the messages, mumbling a few choice words about John underneath her breath as she pulled up the app for the cab company.
“Come on,” Cortana mumbled to herself as she was waiting for an automated message to be sent to the cab that had dropped her off.
But fate decided to take another turn.  A turn that would change Cortana’s life forever.
The app sent back a message.
We’re sorry, but the automated taxi you have reserved as encountered some mechanical difficulties and is currently unavailable.  Would you like us to find you another automated taxi near you?
“Yes, yes fine,” Cortana grumbled, jamming her finger at the screen.  It was an agonizing two minutes before the app finally messaged her back.
We’re sorry, but there are currently no available automated taxis near you.  The current estimated wait time is one hour fifteen minutes.  We are apologize for any possible inconvenience this might have caused.
“Oh that’s just perfect,” Cortana groaned.  She felt like throwing the datapad on the ground for all the good it was doing her.  She was mentally calculating whether it would take longer to walk back to the apartment or just wait, when a midnight black luxury car pulled up in front of her.  The paint on the car was shiny enough for Cortana to see her reflection in it.  When the window rolled down, Locke was smiling at her from inside.
“Having a bit of trouble there little lady?” he asked.  Cortana was so annoyed with his smile that she felt like hitting him.
Cortana crossed her arms over her chest and huffed.  “My taxi broke down, I have to either walk or wait over an hour for another one, and my Spartan boyfriend has decided to be the most thick headed man in the galaxy.  On top of that, I’m currently being stalked by his smooth talking rival who’s determined to get into my panties.  Does that sound like enough trouble for you?”
Locke nodded his head slowly.  “So I take it you need a ride?”
Cortana rolled her eyes.  “What part about being stalked by a horny Spartan IV did you not get?”
“Well its either hitch a ride with me, wait an hour, or take a hike.”  He shrugged.  “But I suppose that’s your choice.”
Cortana tapped her foot several times, and made a wayward glance up the street, again making a mental calculation of just how far of a walk it could be.
“Well?” Locke asked.
“Fine,” Cortana said in a huff.  Her heels clicked sharply on the pavement as she walked around Locke’s car.  The passenger door unlocked as she approached, and Cortana slid into the vehicle, her soft blue dress sliding pleasantly along the black leather seats.  She stared straight at the road ahead, not daring to make eye contact.
“So…” Locke started.  “Where to?”
“Home, I guess,” Cortana said unconvincingly.  “Not that it makes much of a difference now.”
Locke seemed surprised.  “Would have thought John would be waiting for you there.”
“You would think,” Cortana spat.  “But apparently, he cares more about training than he does satisfying me.”
“What happened?” Locke asked, seeming genuinely concerned.
Then Cortana told him.  She told him everything.  It simply slipped out of her in one long angry rant.  How John had decided to stay on Infinity.  How her hormones had been running rampant for days and she was anxiously desperate for sex.  How she had cooked up a plan to make John jealous and simultaneously humiliate Locke.  How John had completely ruined those plans by not getting jealous and deciding to spend another day on Infinity.  Most of all, Cortana talked about how Locke had completely invaded her mind.
“Then there’s you,” Cortana spat at him angrily.
Locke cocked an eyebrow, taken aback by the sudden and seemingly inexplicable accusation.  “What about me?”
“It’s like I’m going rampant again,” Cortana said, a hand gently pulling on her short dark hair.  “I just can’t stop thinking about you okay?  Every time I close my eyes.  Every time I try to get off, the only person that comes to my head has been you.  That was the whole point in all of this.  To get you out of my head.  Give John a chance to show me just how much better he is than you, but instead he decides to blow it.”
Cortana seethed.  Perhaps it was the alcohol.  Perhaps it was the hormones, or perhaps Locke’s words at the bar had affected her more than she was willing to admit.
“You’ve been swimming around my head all day long.  Ever since what happened on Infinity…”
“When we bumped into each other,” Locke offered.
“Yes,” Cortana said, but then changed her mind.  “No, not exactly.  Not completely.  It started when you won the match.”
“What about it?” Locke asked, though it seemed like he already knew the answer.
“The way you completely over powered John,” Cortana said quietly.  “How you dominated him.  Pushed him into the mud.  It was…”  Cortana cut her sentence short, afraid of what she might say next.
“It was what?” Locke asked firmly.  There was a command in his voice, and a subconscious part of Cortana responded to it.
“It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Cortana whispered.  It was something that she had not wanted to admit to herself, but once spoken Cortana felt a huge weight lift off her.
Everything Locke had said about her.  About who she really was, Cortana realized it was all true.
Suddenly the path was clear.  Cortana knew what she had to do.
“Well,” Locke said, putting the car in drive.  “I guess there’s only one other thing to decide now.”  He nodded his head at the road in front of them.  “Your place or mine?”
Cortana glanced down at her datapad which was sitting in her lap, the screen blank.  She bit her lower lip, considering.  “He did tell me to have fun.”  She looked at Locke.  “Alright Spartan, let’s see if you’re more than just talk.  Take me to your place.”
Locke grinned broadly from ear to ear.  A devilish grin of victory.
“Yes ma’am.”

…

Not much was said on the car ride to Locke’s apartment.  Instead they sat there in semi comfortable silence as rain began to pour gently on the windshield.
“Lucky thing I pulled up when I did,” Locke said, turning on the wipers.
“We’ll see how lucky I am shortly,” Cortana replied, her mind a swirl of thoughts, and her stomach a tight knot of nervousness.
That was all they said until Locke pulled into the parking space in front of the apartment building.  It looked nearly thirty stories tall.  Filled top to bottom with luxury apartments.  It was clear just by looking at the building how much money it must cost to live there.
“You don’t believe in Spartan living do you?” Cortana asked.
“I get enough of that on Infinity,” Locke replied.  “I prefer something a little more comfortable when I’m Earth side, and the UNSC does pay Spartans well.”
“I think you just like showing off,” Cortana said bluntly.
“Well you aren’t the first woman I’ve brought here,” Locke admitted.
“I’m shocked,” Cortana said sarcastically.  “Though I guess from your view I put them all to shame don’t I?”
Locke smiled.  “If I’m lucky enough, maybe you’ll be the last.”
“We’ll see,” Cortana said carefully in a measured tone.  Every rational bone in her body was screaming at her to leave, to ask Locke to drive her home and end this crazy night.  But a darker, more primal part of herself knew that she wouldn’t.  Cortana had crossed the moral Rubicon a long time ago, and there was no turning back.
Just one time, Cortana told herself.  Just one night to work it out of my system. John doesn’t need to know.
The doorman nodded to them as they walked into the main lobby, and the nervous knots inside Cortana tightened even more.  There were four elevators in the main lobby, but Locke guided her past all of them.  He took her down a short hallway, through a door on the right, and towards a separate elevator marked private.
“This is us,” he said.  He pressed the call button and the elevator doors slid open immediately.
The elevator ride up was even more quiet than the car ride.  Cortana stared blankly at the top of the door where the floors were displayed, counting as they rode farther and farther up the building.  When the past floor twenty-nine the display change, now reading Penthouse Level.  The doors slid open, and Cortana found her mouth hanging open in spite of herself.
“There’s wanting to be comfortable,” Cortana said.  “And then there’s this.”
From back to front the entire Penthouse was covered in hardwood floor the color of red cherry.  Except for the bathroom and bedroom, there were no walls to speak of, the entire luxury apartment giving the feeling of a wide open space.  Cortana spared a glance at the kitchen area which occupied the far corner of the apartment, but what caught her eye immediately was the wet bar situated right next to it.
“From one bar to another,” Cortana muttered underneath her breath as she continued to wander around.  There was a piano in the middle of the room, and Cortana ran a finger down the keyboard, smiling at the nonsense tune that suddenly filled the apartment due to her gentle caress.  Several couches surrounded the piano, and a coffee table made out of hard mahogany sat in the middle of two of them, making the entire space appear as some sort of parlor or living room.
Cortana’s self-led tour led her to what she could only describe as the entertainment area.  A large sofa and several reclining chairs drew her eyes first to the area, but so did the large box like column that seemed to grow out of the middle of the apartment from floor to ceiling, breaking the illusion of open space.
When she rounded the corner, Cortana found that the column was actually a gas fire place, with a beautiful wood mantle adorning the area above.  As Cortana ran her hand along the smooth wood, the fire place suddenly turned on, bright blue flames appearing to snatch at her dress.
Cortana jumped backwards with a small squeak.  When she turned around she found Locke grinning evilly by the wall, his hand on a switch.
“Like I said, show off,” Cortana huffed.  She set her purse on top of the mantle and finished up her inspection.  There would be time enough to view the bedroom, but for now Cortana was curious about the placement of one particular chair.  The large sofa facing the fireplace was a warm scarlet, but the reclining chair was facing the opposite direction, towards the huge window that took up most of the wall.
“Any particular reason you have this facing that way?” Cortana asked.  “Besides the view of course.”
It was an incredible view, the city at night stretching out before them in all its sparkling glory.
“Touch it and find out,” Locke offered.
Cortana looked at him skeptically, but did as he said.  When she did, the window appeared to shimmer.  The view of the city night light blurred out of existence, and was replaced instead by a solid blue screen.
WELCOME
The word disappeared, and the window went black.  Then green displays came up, basking Cortana in a faint glow.
“An entertainment system,” Cortana muttered.  “Not bad at all.”
She flipped through the options.  Phone, messages, video chat, news, sports, chatternet, Waypoint.  Finally her finger landed on music, and Cortana smiled impishly.  “You know we never got to dance in the club,” she said.  “Let’s see what kind of music Spartan Locke listens to.”
Cortana swiped at the music option, selected favorites, then hit random.  A smooth beat of slow jazz filled the apartment.  Bedroom music Cortana had heard it called.  She looked at Locke incredulously.  “Really?” she asked.
“You don’t like?” he asked, moving closer to her.
“It’s a bit cliché don’t you think?”
“It’ll do the job won’t it?”
“We’ll see,” Cortana said teasingly.  “Be a shame to get this far just to turn me off with your poor taste in music.”
“Now that’s a little cruel,” Locke said.
“It is,” Cortana agreed.  She slipped off her heels, and extended a hand towards him.  “Care for a dance Jameson?”
Locke’s smile was like that of a shark circling around its prey.  It was enough to send a shiver down Cortana’s back.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, taking Cortana in his arms and letting his hands rest upon her hips as they swayed back and forth slowly to the music.  Cortana tried not to look it, but her heart was thumping loudly in her chest.  She wanted him, and that’s what scared her.  Everything about this flew in the face of her own morals.  It flew in the face of years of loyalty and commitment to a man who loved her.  Yet somehow, betraying John, the taboo immorality of it, only served to turn her on further.
Was this always a part of me? Cortana asked herself.  Just waiting for the right man to bring it out?
“What are you thinking?” Locke asked, noticing Cortana’s pensive expression.
Cortana shook her head.  “About how incredibly wrong this all is.”  She made a move to pull away from him.  “I’m sorry.  I should never have come here.”
Locke pulled her back into him, pressing Cortana close against his chest.  “But you did,” he stated firmly, gazing deeply into her eyes.  Cortana quickly looked away, afraid that she might get lost in them.  “Why?”
Cortana closed her eyes.  “I don’t know.  I know how wrong this is, but somehow that makes me want to do it more.  That makes me a bad person doesn’t it.”
Locke shrugged.  “Maybe, but I wouldn’t have you any other way.”  He put a finger under her chin and lifted her head up to look at him.  “You’re beautiful,” he muttered.  Locke was staring deeply into her eyes again, and this time Cortana did get lost.
Over the next several years when Cortana tried to remember this moment, she was never quite sure who moved first.  Perhaps they both moved at the same time, as improbable as that might be.  Regardless, Cortana found herself kissing Locke, and he kissing her passionately in return.  It was not chaste kiss in any way, nor was it romantic.  The lust which they had been slowly building up over the course of the night came exploding forward.  Any self control Cortana had left was lost once their lips touched.
Cortana was about to learn more about herself in the next hour than she learned throughout an entire lifetime.
Their tongues tangled violently with each other as Cortana’s hands groped blindly at his pants.  She managed to undo his belt and pull down the zipper.  Her fingertips just managed to graze something large, throbbing, and hot, when Locke unexpectedly pulled her hand away from his crotch.
His eyes mocked her as Cortana groaned in annoyance.  “Not yet little lady.”
“What do you want?” Cortana asked breathlessly.  “An engraved invitation?”
“Something like that,” Locke said with a smile.  He moved into to plant a line of kisses along her neck and Cortana melted in his arms.  “I also like a little foreplay.”
“I thought the drinks were the foreplay,” Cortana shot back.  It was getting harder to keep her composure.  Her pussy was burning.  Throbbing, almost to the point where it hurt.  Why couldn’t he just fuck her good and proper so she could get this damn itch out of her system?
Apparently Locke was more in the mood to try and torture her, and Cortana was in no position to resist.
Locke’s hand was between her thighs before Cortana even realized he had moved.
“No,” he said, brown eyes staring deep into hers as he moved her panties out of the way with a flick of his thumb.  “This is foreplay.”
Then he was inside here.  Well, it was not the part of him that Cortana wanted inside of her, but she cried out in relief nonetheless as Lock slipped two of his thick fingers inside the pink folds of her pussy.
It became immediately obvious that Locke knew what he was doing, his invading fingers finding Cortana’s most sensitive areas almost immediately as his thumb massaged her swollen clit, rotating clockwise and then counter clockwise as his fingers thrusted in and out at an ever increasing pace.
Cortana gasped out loud and her knees buckled underneath her.  Instinctively she wrapped herself around Locke’s offending arm in what was close to a death grip, moaning softly into his shoulder as he brought her closer to climax.
“I take John has never fingered you like this before,” he said with a tone that verged on arrogance.  Cortana would have snapped back with a retort, but was too caught up on her own pleasure to think of any kind of snarky reply.  Quite frankly, Locke wasn’t wrong either.  John had always done his best to try and please Cortana, and though he was more often than not quite stiff and hesitant during sex, always asking every now and then if he was hurting her of if she liked what he was doing, he still always succeeded in bringing Cortana to orgasm.
But none of John’s gentle fumbling could quite measure up to what Locke was doing to her now.  Whereas John would have asked permission before putting even a single finger inside her, Locke simply did it.  Where John had to ask what pleased her, Locke knew already, and he was much better at it.
Perhaps it was Locke’s own skill that brought Cortana to a climax so quickly, or just as likely it was because she had been sexually frustrated for so long.  Probably it was a mixture of the two, but regardless of the reason Cortana suddenly felt herself on the verge of orgasm.  Her fingernails dug deep into Locke’s muscular arm as her whole body shook, a loud involuntary moan escaping from her soft lips.
Her pussy began to spasm as she grinded herself onto Locke’s hand, but the Spartan gave her no respite.  He pressed his attack further, flicking her clit with the tip of his thumb as her cunt clamped tight around his intruding fingers.
“God,” Cortana managed to whimper as the orgasm subsided.  She muttered more curses underneath her breath as Locke chuckled.  Cortana shot him a deadly glare.  “You find this funny?”
“I do,” Locke said simply, flashing her yet another cocky grin. It was more than Cortana could bare.
She nearly attacked him, her feet leaving the ground as she unexpectedly jumped into Locke’s arm.  For once it seemed like he was not fully in control of what was happening, even a little surprised at the sudden ferociousness of Cortana’s attack.
She bit him, left long scratch marks along his back, called him every insult and filthy name she could think of.
But most of all, Cortana kissed him.  She kissed him with a level of passion and intensity that the woman had not even known she was capable of.
For a few frantic seconds Locke was caught completely off guard.  The woman was relatively tiny when compared to his massive Spartan frame, but the sheer vicious and passionate nature of the attack briefly rang alarm bells in his head.  Cortana could just as easily have been trying to kill him rather than kiss him, and with the way she was biting his neck Locke would not have been surprised if it turned out she was attempting both.  However, when Cortana forcefully thrusted her tongue deep into his mouth all doubts vanished from his mind.
Their tongues dueled with one another for several intense seconds, and then Cortana broke the kiss.  Her legs were wrapped around his waist in a vice grip, her arms wrapped around his back and neck.  She leaned over and bit on his earlobe in a fashion that was far from gentle.
“You still think this is funny you arrogant prick?” Cortana hissed in his ear.  She thrusted her hips into him, and Locke’s erection grew harder, his cock pressing uncomfortably against his pants begging for release.  “No more games,” she hissed again, genuinely sounding dangerous.  “I’m about to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked Mr. Arrogant Bastard.”
“Good,” Locke said, not daring to say more.  At least not until he had regained some control.
Locke carried her over to the couch, and without any ceremony dropped her on the mattress.  His hands were instantly on her, and there was no sense of gentleness in them.  The dress that she had bought specifically for John was torn from her body by the dark hand of his triumphant rival.  In that moment Cortana could have cared less.  Her bra was next, the elastic band snapping easily at Locke’s application of his enormous strength, and Cortana’s pale breasts bounced free.
They were nearly perfect, like two scoops of vanilla ice cream with pink eraser like nipples.  Firm but soft.  Heavy, but with little sag.  Locke muttered a curse underneath his breath as he rubbed a rough hand over top of one of them.  Cortana mewled in delight as his fingertips brushed up against her swollen nipple.  He pinched her nipple, and at that same moment tore Cortana’s panties out from under here, discarding the ruined lace with the pile of other tattered and torn clothes.
Again Cortana reached for Locke’s belt, and again he smacked her hand away.
“Are you serious?” she growled at him.
Locke smirked.  “I’m a big boy I can undress myself.  Besides, I’d rather you watch.
Cortana scowled, but decided to indulge him.  It would be rather entertaining to watch this Adonis strip naked just for her.
His shoes and socks were first, and Cortana took the opportunity to slip her own high heels off.  She then laid back on the couch and began to play with herself as much for Locke’s benefit as for her own enjoyment.  Her middle finger traced gentle circles around one of her nipples as her other hand strummed her clit.  She eyed him intently, picking up her pace as more and more of his clothes were discarded.
Locke pulled his shirt overtop of his head, and Cortana gazed at him hungrily.  Again she could not help but compare him to John.  While Chief’s figure was bulky and utilitarian, Locke’s physique was far more pleasing to the eye loath as Cortana was to admit it even to herself.  His form might have been something carved out of marble.  He was muscular, but not overly bulky like the Spartan IIs.  Every muscle was visible to see, blending with his body in perfect harmony and symmetry.  More the anatomy of a model than a warrior.  For some reason, however, Cortana found the dark black complexion of his skin to be the most pleasing of all.  A far cry from John’s skin, which had always looked pale and even pasty due to too much time in his armor.
His buckle was next, and then his pants.  Cortana licked her lips as she eyed the bulge in his underwear.  When Locke pulled his final bit of clothing down, Cortana let out a small gasp.
Locke couldn’t help but chuckle as he rubbed his cock with one large hand.  “Want to touch it?”
Tentatively Cortana reached a hand out, almost believing that it couldn’t be real.  She gasped again when she held the massive weapon in her palm, and a shudder went through her when she realized that she couldn’t even wrap her hand all the way around it.
“Bigger than what you’re used to?” Locke asked.
“Try twice the size,” Cortana answered, still in a state of disbelief.  She began to gently stroke it, and if Cortana didn’t know any better she would have said that his cock had grown even bigger with her caress.  “It’ll never fit,” she muttered.
“It will,” Locke assured her.
Cortana looked up at him with a blank stare, suddenly realizing for the first time what fucking Locke might truly mean.  “I’ll never be the same again,” she said, mostly to herself.  “Never ever.”
“That’s the idea,” Locke said.  “Last chance to back out.”
Cortana stared back down at Locke’s massive tool, seeming to weigh her too options.  On the one hand there was the entirety of her relationship with John.  On the other was a chance to have the kind of mind blowing sex that she had hardly ever dared to dream of.
Cortana chose the latter.  Unbeknownst to John, his soon to be ex-girlfriend was about to embark upon a life that even a day ago she would never of thought possible.
Locke gently pushed Cortana back as he joined her on the couch and prepared to mount her, Cortana’s legs instinctively spreading in such a lewd way that if Cortana had been able to watch herself would have caused her to blush.  The feel of Locke’s hard stomach underneath her curious fingers sent a rush of arousal and apprehension soaring through her.  The butterflies had returned, Cortana’s heart beating so fast that she felt light headed.
She visibly flinched when his cock grazed the outside of her swollen lips, her pussy having become so sensitive that even the slightest touch felt unbearable.  Locke continued to rub his head on the outside of her pussy.  At first to get it lubricated, but soon it became clear that he had something much more sadistic in mind.
Cortana writhed underneath him in pleasurable agony muttering curses underneath her breath as Locke continued to torture her.  At one point he let the tip of his head penetrate just past her pussy lips, only to quickly pull it out again causing Cortana to groan first in pleasure and then in frustration.
“Come on you bastard,” Cortana cursed him.  “I’m at you’re mercy what more do you want?”
“Beg for it,” Locke commanded, that stupid cocky smile back on his lips.
“I don’t, Ahhhhh…” she moaned loudly, Locke slipping briefly into her again and pulling back out just as swiftly.  Cortana wanted to slap that smug look right off his face, but not before he fucked her senseless.
“Fine,” Cortana relented.  “Fine!  I want you to fuck me.  Please, just stop teasing me.”
“What about John?” Locke asked mockingly.
“Screw him!” Cortana shouted.  “He had his chance.  I need this.  I need you.”
That seemed to be enough for Locke.  He guided his spear with one hand, and with a single thrust plunged in as far as he could manage.
He started slow, not wanting to hurt the much smaller woman, but also so that he could fully enjoy this moment.  Enjoy his conquest.  He was making Cortana’s his with every thrust.  He relished her scent, the way she moaned in his ear, the feel of her breasts across his hard chest, the painful way her nails raked across his back as if she was subconsciously trying to fight him off.
But Cortana was in no position to fight him off even if she had wanted to.  She had relinquished control of the situation a long time ago.  Now, as Locke’s pace increased with ever thrust, his pelvis driving her into the couch with a masculine ferocity she had never before experienced, his muscular body totally consuming and overpowering her, Cortana was completely helpless.
And she would not have had it any other way.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” was all that she managed to mutter as Locke relentlessly pounded her.
The orgasm hit her like a brick wall.  The sheer force with which it arrived caught Cortana off guard.  She had never experienced a climax like this.  Her pussy clamped down on Locke almost uncomfortably tight, and if Cortana had not been too busy with her own screams she would have heard him muttering curses under his breath.
Her back arched uncontrollably as the climax swept.  Instinct took over.  The need to mate, to breed.  The subconscious desire to increase the probability of this male impregnating her.  Cortana wrapped her legs tight around Locke’s waist, pulling him even deeper into her.  Her arms clung desperately around him.
She had always used condoms with John, but in this one insane moment of euphoria, against all sense and reason, she wanted this man, this superior male, to cum deep inside her like no man had ever done before.
But Locke had other plans in mind.  He kept fucking her.  Even during her orgasm he never slowed down his pace, thrusting into her unrelentingly with the single minded drive of conquering every inch of her.
Cortana’s second orgasm quickly followed the first, and Locke chuckled in satisfaction as the woman groaned underneath him.
“How haven’t you cum yet,” Cortana panted, nearly out of breath.
“Not everyone is a two pump chump like Chief is,” Locke whispered into her ear.  Not that long ago this insult against John would have made Cortana boil with anger. But now on her back, legs spread, and Locke’s large dick jammed in her cunt as far as it would go, she could not help but agree.
What had she been doing with her life?
“That’s mean,” was all that Cortana managed, but the giggle in her voice took all the bite out of it.
“Maybe I should teach him how a real man fucks a sexy woman.”
Cortana shook her head.  “I’m not sure if I’ll ever fuck him again.”
Locke smiled wide.  “Good girl.”  He then suddenly withdrew his member from her, and Cortana whimpered.  She missed the feeling of fullness that his prick had given her.  The feeling of truly being a woman.  Now she just felt empty, stretched, and still not completely satisfied.
She pouted up at Locke, but he simply twirled a finger at her in a tight circle.
“Turn around,” he commanded.  “On your knees.”
Cortana cocked an eyebrow at him, but did as he bid.  In truth, she quite liked the in charge attitude that Locke brought to the bedroom.  Far different than being in the bedroom with John where she would inevitably always have to take the lead.
John asked permission every time he wanted to try something.  Locke simply did it.
Cortana could not help but find the later far more sexually appealing.
She spun around and leaned herself over the arm of the couch, her ass hanging dutifully up in the air and swaying back and forth ever so slightly in temptation, and gave off an aura of irresistible temptation.  Locke wasted no time sliding his thick phallus back deep into her folds, and Cortana moaned as the now familiar feeling of complete fullness engulfed her.
She had never felt so complete.  Never felt so much like a woman.  Had never come this close to the true essence of femininity.  Helpless at the spear point of a worthy male, and yet also exerting full control.  He had not taken her by force or by guile, but because he had proven himself.
Placing both hands on the arm of the couch, Cortana pushed herself up, and back into the pelvis of her new lover.  As he thrusted into her, she pushed her ass back into him, her heavy breasts giggling as the two moved together in perfected unison.
“You really think you can keep up with me?” Locke asked, shoving into her harder, almost angrily.
The unexpected force caused Cortana to sharply gasp, but she quickly regained her focus, lunging her cunt back onto him.  “I could ask you the same question,” she panted.
Locke grinned in amusement, but maintained his rhythmic thrusts.  He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Cortana’s pussy swallowing his cock.  Soft as velvet, but not too slippery.  Tight, but with plenty of give, and her body contained plenty of sensuous curves for him to grab hold of.  He ran his hands all along her ass as he enjoyed the zenith of his conquest.  Ample but so firm that Locke was sure he could bounce a quarter off it.  He did eventually test that theory, though that is another story all together.
If Cortana had never felt more like a woman, then Locke had never felt more like a man.  Indeed, he was experiencing one of the rare pleasures that very few men ever get to enjoy.  That of overpowering your rival in a contest of pure strength, seeing his body broken and beaten underneath you, and to then hear the moan of his woman as you take her for your own.
Yet, here it was before him.  He had often fantasized about what a moment like this would be like, Cortana on her knees in front of him with her ass raised, quietly moaning his name as he conquered her in every way a man can conquer a woman.
Never, not even in the moment of his victory over the Master Chief, had he ever thought such a vision would be made into reality.  However, the way Cortana had looked at him in their meeting after the match had given him some spark of hope.  When she had unexpectedly messaged him for drinks had raised his hopes further, and the way she had stared at him with barely disguised desire at the bar had let him know for certain.
Cortana was his already, even if she did not know it yet.
Now, with his dark ebony phallus gleaming with Cortana’s cum, Locke bent over and whispered into her ear.
“What would you boyfriend say if could see you moaning like this right now?”
“You tell me,” Cortana said, grinning evilly.  “My new boyfriend is the one fucking me right now.”
For the first time that night, Locke was the one caught completely off guard.  “You’re serious?” he asked, stopping in mid stroke as Cortana moaned in protest.
Cortana pressed her ass back up against him, impaling herself as much as she could on his magnificent erection.  “You’re the one that wanted this remember, to steal me?” she asked, slowly fucking herself on his cock.  “Well here I am.  Steal me.  Take me from him.  Make me yours.”  She looked back at him, her raven black hair falling forward over one electric blue eye.  “Or are you not man enough to take me.”
Locke’s hands clenched into fists.  With one sweep of his arm Cortana was in the air.  He flipped her over in an instant, letting Cortana drop heavily onto her back.  The soft cushions of the couch were hardly dangerous, but the shock of the move was enough to stun Cortana into silence.
There he was, looming over her the same way he had loomed over John.  The eyes of a conqueror.  His arms and chest were flexing as he breathed heavily, his stomach was rock hard, his abs perfectly defined, his penis shining with her cum as it bobbed ever so slightly.
Cortana could not help but shudder.
Then he was on her.  It came with the speed and swiftness of a Spartan, and all the brutal savagery that came with combat.  Cortana’s breath left her body as he impaled her without warning or preamble.  She winced at the pain of such a quick entry by an instrument that big, but even the pain brought its own type of pleasure.
Locke did not bother with gentle.  If she wanted gentle than Cortana would never have goaded him into this.  This he understood instinctually, and right now instinct; pure, raw, untamed and devoid of any morality was all that either of them were working off of.
Cortana shrieked.  It was all she could do.  Even if she wanted to fight back.  Even if her body wasn’t being rocked with mind destroying pleasure.  Even if she wasn’t yelling at him to fuck her harder, there was no way she could stop him.
Locke was over powering, his hands holding Cortana’s hips up in the air as he remained on his knees, back straight and unbent as his hips moved like a piston, thrusting in and out of her with blinding speed, eyes gleaming as he watched Cortana’s heavy pale breasts jiggle with savage satisfaction.
“Say it again,” He snarled.  “I dare you.  Say it.”
Even if Cortana had wanted to answer she would never have been able to.  She was beyond screaming now, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, her breath being sucked out of her with each savage thrust, her mind eroding as each overwhelming orgasm rolled over into the next.  Far too many to count.  Cortana was neither in heaven nor hell, and certainly not on earth.  The heights of pleasure Locke was leading her to went far beyond any of them.
But even Locke had his limits, and he was soon reaching them.  The sight of Cortana completely at his mercy, her body twisting in unfathomable ecstasy as he ruthlessly impaled her, it all simply became too much even for him.
His thrusts became shorter, a lone trickle of sweat falling off of his forehead as the Spartan gritted his teeth.
When his own orgasm came, it was like a flood.  Even he was surprised with how much it was, spurt after spurt overflowing Cortana’s unprotected womb.  All Cortana could do was moan as the thick warm seed filled her.  In that single instant, any thought of consequences was lost.  Only sensation remained.
Locke slowly withdrew himself from her, his seed spilling out of her and onto the couch as he did.  He placed her down on the cushions gently, and Cortana simply lay there breathless and covered in sweat, the perfect mounds of her breasts heaving up and down as she tried to slow her racing heartbeat.
After a few moments, the full meaning of what had just happened started to sink in.  She gently dipped an exploratory finger down between her legs.  When she withdrew it Cortana found it covered in Locke’s sticky white seed.
Cortana stared up at her lover blankly.  “You came in me,” she said quietly.
Locke nodded slowly.
Cortana went back to examining her finger, still in partial shock of what she allowed to have happen.  “I’m not on any birth control.”
There was several beats of silence, and then…
“Good.”
Cortana and Locke stared at each other, brown eyes clashing with electric blue.
Good, he had said.
Good.
Somehow, Cortana knew that he was right.  Somewhere, deep down in the depths of subconscious that few of us ever dare go.  There within Cortana’s unbridled and now fully released id, she had always known this.  Her body had known what her mind was only now accepting.
Devoid of morality.
Devoid of consequence.
Devoid of caring and love.
Only lust existed here.  Here John meant nothing to her.  Here the only thing that mattered was that she was a fertile young female in the peak of her cycle, her womb crying out for a worthy mate.
And that worthy mate was here right in front of her.  He had more than proven his worth time and again.  Now, there was only one thing left for Cortana to do.  The thing that Mother Nature herself demanded.
To breed.
Cortana licked her finger clean, and then attacked Locke with all the strength she had left.  She hooked an arm around his neck and kissed him passionately.  As their tongues did their wordless battle, Locke allowed himself to fall back in a sitting position.  Cortana eagerly climbed on top, took ahold of his cock, and with deliberate aim plunged herself down onto it.
Cortana moaned, “Please, breed me.  Knock me up, I don’t care anymore.  I’m yours, whenever you want me.  Unconditionally.”
Locke chuckled as he kissed her neck.  “Looks like John has lost again.”
“Damn right.”  Cortana grinned evilly as she slowly began to work her hips up and down on his shaft.  “God, why did I even waste my time with him?  If only I had known…”  Her words drifted away as her lover’s mouth covered her breasts.
Locke feasted greedily, giving each breast just the right amount of attention.  Occasionally he would bite down gently on Cortana’s stiff pink nipples, eliciting a sharp but delightful shriek.
Eventually he got his full, at least for now, and allowed himself to fall further backwards.  He laid his head down on the armrest, seceding full control over this little encounter over to Cortana.
Cortana controlled the pace while Locke guided her, moving her pussy up and down his thick shaft while occasionally squeezing him with her pussy muscles.  Never breaking eye contact.  One hand played with her pale breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples as her newest orgasm slowly grew.  With her other hand she raked her nails across his hard as stone abs, relishing in the erotic feel of them beneath her fingers.
“You’ve ruined me you know that?” she asked, biting her lower lip and looking far too innocent for the sin they were committing.  “I was such a good girl before you came along.  Everything was perfect.”
Locke shook his head.  “I didn’t ruin you, I freed you.”
“Freedom,” Cortana muttered, leaning her head back and closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of bouncing up and down on his rigid cock.  “I like the sound of that.”  She giggled again, and its sadistic nature was not lost on Locke.  He had thoroughly corrupted her in every way.  In a sick twisted sense it was his proudest moment.
“Poor little Chief,” she mused, again adopting that undeserved but agonizingly sexy innocent expression.  “His heart is going to break when he finds out about my new boyfriend.”
“Fuck him,” Locke said.
Cortana smiled.  “Not anymore remember?  You’ve see to that.”
“Damn right.”
Cortana hummed her approval.  “I suppose I should let him down easy.  He at least deserves that much right?”
“Are you,” Locke asked.  He felt a need to be skeptical.  His suspicions were confirmed when Cortana giggle that same evil sadistic laugh, and slowly shook her head.
“No,” she whispered.  There was a glint in here eye.  A hint that something not quite sane was lurking just underneath what was otherwise a gaze of pure animalistic lust.  The glimmer of rampant insanity vanished just as soon as it arrived, and the feeling of Cortana’s velvet like pussy gently squeezing his shaft made Locke forget about seeing it almost instantly.
Almost.
Cortana continued her slow rhythmic riding, taking the time to enjoy every exquisite sensation that his rigid rock hard phallus provided her, her pussy stretched to the point of ruin as it continued to saw in and out of her delicate lips.
“I want to punish him,” she whispered, not bothering to hide the evil tone in her voice anymore.  “It’s what he deserves for making me waste my time with him.  Oh, if only I had known this had existed,” she emphasized her point by lifting herself off of his monstrous cock until only the tip remained, and then immediately impaling herself fully on it.
Locke groaned underneath her.  “You’re crazy.”
“I am,” Cortana agreed.  “And you fucking love it.”
Locke didn’t have the strength to argue as Cortana continued to fuck him without mercy.  Somewhere in the back of his mind he faintly remembered being in charge of this encounter.  But something had awoken within Cortana.  An awakening of a goddess.  A phoenix rising in the flames.  Something that was beyond his control or ability to tame, and possibly dangerous.
Unfortunately for Locke, the sex was simply too good for him to care.
Cortana was now busy fucking him like a woman possessed, inhuman moans echoing from her throat as she pounded herself repeatedly down on top of him.  Occasionally Locke was able to pick up something coherent.  “Why have a Spartan when I could have a God?” was probably one of the tamer things she said.  The rest were a series of insults hurled at John that were so harsh and cruel that anyone who heard them would have deemed it impossible that Cortana was once his devoted and loving girlfriend.
To Locke it was clear.  Cortana did not just want to break it off with Chief, she wanted revenge.  Revenge for keeping her from the superior mate that she had so obviously deserved.
Insane?  Certainly, but with Cortana riding his cock with the best and tightest pussy he had ever felt in his life Locke was in no position to argue.
Besides, the constant abuse and insults she hurled at Chief were only serving to make him harder than ever, something Cortana did not fail to take notice of.
“Come on you arrogant bastard,” Cortana shouted, raking her nails across his chest.  “Fuck me until I forget I ever loved him.  Fuck me until I forget his name.”
“I will,” Locke growled.  Without warning he flung her off of him.  Cortana’s back hit the cushions, and before she had time to react Locke had pinned her down and was inside her again.  Their marathon of love making was about to end the same way it began, and Cortana’s pussy twitched in anticipation.
“You’re a god!” Cortana shouted as Locke plunged deep inside her.  “Do it.  Breed me.  Give me your baby.  I’m yours, unconditionally.  Whatever you want you can take it.”
Cortana had found her new religion.  Her new purpose in life, and she sang a chorus of worship with all the fanaticism of a religious zealot.
“God dammit,” was all Locke could manage.  He had reached his limit.  Somehow this small pale woman had managed to drain everything out of him.  Locke had been with many women in his life, but none like her.  Only she could push him to his breaking point.
Locke shook his head.  “That’s it.  No more, I got no more.”
He moaned, and Cortana arched her back in pleasure as he dumped his second load into her, filling an already flooded womb.  It may not have been as large as his first load, but the orgasm was far more intense.  He was light headed and spots filled his vision as he sank himself inside her as far as he could possibly go.  Cortana responded by lifting up her hips and locking her legs behind is back, their combined actions instinctually insuring impregnation.
For the first time in a long while, the apartment was silent.  Silent except for the exhausted painting of the two new lovers, gentle kissing slow kissing marking the beginning of their shared afterglow.
There are many things that can be said in the throes of wild passion.  Many decisions made that our rational mind would likely cringe in horror at.
A beast, the spirit of Lilith, had been open inside Cortana.  Whether this beast could be quietly slipped back into Pandora’s Box when the morning brought the spectre of regret over the sin she had just done, or if Cortana would fully succumb to those dark temptations and dark desires, that is a story for another time.
One thing I can tell you for certain.  In that glorious afterglow that only a woman fully satisfied and filled with another man’s seed can feel, Cortana regretted nothing.

TO BE CONTINUED…
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