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When You Need Me	By : DarkWolves Category: +G through L > Halo Views: 6908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Halo and i don't make money from writing this. I do however own Siri.

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Chapter 6- Keeping Beasts at Bay

Sakura stared attentively at the alien computer file hovering in her virtually simulated hand. The holographic tablet was adorned in an array of intricate alien symbols, each line of the foreign text slowly being translated into human script as Sakura finally made sense of the underlying meaning of the alien dialect. Before her short form towering over the holographic plate in the centre of the bridge of the Covenant vessel the Spartan II’s and III’s were scattered across the open bridge, each conducting their individual post battle rituals. Some disassembled their weapons component by component, reconstructing the device with lightning efficiency and speed, others cleaned the dark stains of blood marking their armour plates, and some even found the space to spar with one another- each strike of harden metal against metal sending piercing screeches cascading through the otherwise tranquil environment.
Their ceremonies continued until they were finally broken by the introduction of another stimulus, their keen senses alerting them to the potential danger within seconds. The main bulkhead door of the bridge slid silently open. Every Spartan quickly abandoned their practices and turned sharply to face the entryway, bringing their weapons up to their chests; those without weapons moved their bodies into a fighting stance in order to engage the threat in hand to hand combat. Their undivided attentions were communally centred on the empty darkness which lay beyond the bulkhead, ready to strike at whatever dared to emerge.
A sudden flurry of static tore across the Spartans COM links, piercing the perpetual silence, quickly followed by a whistled tune Sakura had recently learned was the Spartans universal ‘All-Clear’ signal. The Spartans weapons were lowered in unison, but were not discarded entirely. The outline of a figure appeared in the dark shadows, their identity shrouded by the darkness. A dark mass suddenly leapt out of the open door, gliding through the air, the gaze of every Spartan in the room followed it as it flew forward and crashed into the pristine deck in a flurry of alien blood to stain the pristine deck. The body of the slain Covenant Elite, a shell of its former glory, was already long dead from several bullet wounds to the torso, accurately piercing the creatures’ alien manifestation of a human heart.
“Elites” A voice carried out of the shadows. Another figure emerged in Spartan armour, Nick, judging by the way he carried his heavy stride. “They were wearing these” He held several alien pressure masks in his free hand. This means that there are likely more across the ship. We have to hunt them before they pose a threat”
“Agreed, we cannot abide them any longer” Michael stepped forward, slamming a fresh clip into his Assault Rifle. “I will go with Natasha and sweep the Engineering sector first. If we find anything we will signal” Natasha followed him through the opened door, Nick immersing flawlessly into the remaining group of Spartans as they returned to their task. Crisis averted Sakura too returned to her work, until another interruption shattered her delicate concentration.

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“I know what you are thinking” Sakura sighed. Even without sharing a mainframe Sakura could still tell it was her. Sakura felt Cortana’s hands resting on her shoulders, the long fingers if her hands running lightly against the fabric of her poncho. Cortana’s hands slowly slid forward, running across Sakuras exposed neck and meeting in the centre, the long fingers entangling at the base of Sakuras elegant, swan like neck. Cortana nuzzled her holographic nose into the nape of Sakuras neck, savouring the cocktail of artificially created scents.
“It has been so long since I held you in my arms” Cortana inhaled deeply, enjoying the feeling of Sakuras sweet scents circulating through her system. Sakura closed her fingers into a fist at her sides, the report she had been analysing collapsing in upon itself, discarded for another time. Sakura severed their connection with the bridges holographic projector, allowing herself to slip deeper into the system, away from prying, to her own private world. Sakura raised her left arm across her chest, placing her hand against Cortana’s at the base of her neck, her eyes still fixed firmly forwards.
“We both knew it was how it had to be” Sakura spoke “We must maintain our distance, for the time being, for the sake of the team, for the sake of the mission”
Cortana pressed her nose deeper into Sakura’s collar bone. “That is the price we must pay, sometimes I fear that the price will become far greater than either of us can afford to pay. AI’s are computers, we are not meant to feel love. The Spartans inhabit the bodies of their adult forms, yet they still retain the purest heart of the children they once were, before we intervened. It is not right for us to lay our burdens upon them while their shoulders are already weighed heavy with the task of preserving an entire species”
Sakura sighed. “Still” Sakura turned to face Cortana, never allowing her companions arms encircling her to separate. Sakura stood facing her, just watching as her deep, purple eyes peered deeply into her inner soul. Sakura leant closer against Cortana, pressing her forehead against hers, allowing their warm skin to meet.
Cortana sighed sweetly underneath her breath. “I have missed this”
Her warm breath cascaded over Sakuras skin concealed beneath the thin material of her poncho. Sakura brought her hands up from her sides, gently passing them between their heaving chests, cupping the palms of her hands beneath Cortana’s plump breasts. Sakura wrapped her fingers around the supple mounds of flesh, Cortana sighing sweetly as her nerves were enflamed by Sakura’s cool, gentle touch. Cortana’s nipples began to harden beneath her touch, each of Sakura’s gentle caresses over Cortana’s nipples sending sharp sparks of pleasure cascading down her spine. Sakura alternated between pinching Cortana’s nipple and passing the soft palm of her hand over Cortana’s heaving breast, enticing Cortana’s gentle nerves to greater extremes.
Cortana slipped her hands around Sakuras back, her delicate fingers intertwining at the base of Sakura’s back. Sakura’s fingers were preoccupied with massaging Cortana’s breasts, ensuring that she had no choice but submit to the desires of Cortana’s ravenous hands, not that she would ever want to impede her advances anyway. Cortana massaged the tense muscles at the base of Sakuras back, the taut tendons instantly softening under Cortana’s soft touch. Cortana pressed her palm against Sakuras back, trailing her hand upwards, ruffling the thin material of Sakuras poncho, revealing the soft, flawless skin concealed beneath it. Cortana passed her free palm beneath the thin material of Sakura’s poncho, her hand pressing against Sakuras bare back. Cortana ran the tips of her long fingers against Sakuras virtually soft skin, Cortana’s hands trailing downwards, lightly running across Sakuras firm cheek. Cortana’s long fingers curled around the soft mound of flesh, squeezing Sakuras firm ass in her fingers. Sakura cooed gleefully as Cortana’s expert fingers massaged Sakuras tense muscles in her skilled hands.
Cortana’s expert hands gently began their ascent upwards, caressing her long fingers up across Sakuras back. Cortana ran her hands across Sakuras back, her fingers expertly unknotting the built up tension within Sakuras shoulder blades. Cortana allowed her hands to drift seamlessly down to Sakuras biceps, Cortanas hands moving effortlessly across Sakuras arms. Cortana gently moved her hands around to Sakuras front, Cortana massaging Sakuras flawless breasts, Cortana’s fingers expertly excited her partners nipples in gentle waves, Cortana laid her palms over Sakuras nipples whilst her fingers spread across the remainder of her flawless mounds. Cortana pinched her fingers around Sakuras engorged nipples, sending shivers cascading through the younger girl’s virtual spine.
Sakuras eyes fluttered closed, her hands slowly began to creep down her sculpted body, her quivering fingers slowly descending across her flat stomach. Sakuras agile fingers rested over her burning sex, Sakuras mind fought to maintain control over her rampant hands hovering precariously close to the relief she desired. Sakuras hands fell closer to her warm centre, her fingers grazing against her outer lips.
The gentle caress of fingers across Sakuras pert nipples suddenly ceased, Sakuras hands froze. Sakuras eyes crept open, her eyes met with the dark void of her computer system, Cortana having seemingly vanished from existence. Sakura suddenly felt the serene embrace of soft hands curling around her waist, Cortana’s long fingers cuddling Sakuras slim stomach. Cortana’s pert breasts pressed against Sakuras back, her hand reaching up to clasp Sakuras right hand in her intertwined fingers. Cortana leant forward, pressing her nose into the nape of Sakuras shoulder. Cortana kissed her lips against Sakuras neck, enticing the girls’ artificial nerves in a flurry of desire and excitement.
Cortana allowed her lips to kiss her way up to Sakuras neck whilst her hands gently guided Sakuras fingers down towards her waiting warmness, Cortana’s hands pressed Sakuras palms just above her quivering pussy. Cortana passed her lips over Sakuras ear, her warm breath tickling the sensitive ear. “No underwear?” Cortana threaded her fingers through Sakuras spread fingers, her finger tips tickling across Sakuras body and adding to the pleasant sensation. “You naughty girl”
Cortana’s hands disentangled from Sakuras fingers, her palm resting against Sakuras flat stomach, her fingers gracefully gliding across Sakuras virtual skin. Cortana’s hands slowly began to creep further up her partners body, her fingers savouring every delicate curve which moved seamlessly beneath her fingers. The lip of Sakuras poncho caught on Cortana’s forearm, exposing more and more of Sakuras athletic form as her hands ascended, drawing the fabric up with her. Cortana’s hands eventually reached the under curve of Sakuras plump breasts. Cortanas palms formed seamlessly beneath the firm mounds, her thumbs passing seamlessly across Sakuras engorged nipples, the gentle stimulation sending shocks of pleasure coursing through her body.
Sakura clasped her fingers around the lip of her poncho, trailing her hands up her chest, drawing her poncho up across her flat stomach. Sakura glided her fingers across her virtual skin as she pulled the thin material of her poncho over the mounds of her modest breasts.
Cortanas lips pressed against Sakuras neck, her wet tongue slipping delicately across the flawless skin. Sakura giggled sweetly as her partners tongue enflamed her sensitive nerves, the upward advance of her poncho stifled by Cortanas gentle touch, the lip of Cortanas tongue following the gentle curve of Sakuras breast to touch the lip of her poncho. Sakuras fingers began to waver, her grip over her poncho loosening, her back beginning to lean forward in a desperate attempt to heighten the intense pleasure. “Come on” Sakura giggled. “Let me get my poncho off first”
Sakura continued to pull her poncho upwards, the neckline of her poncho catching on her chin as she pulled the lip of the material up over her head, Sakura felt the warm touch of Cortanas hands suddenly receding from her skin. Sakura opened her lips to protest, only to have her objections silenced as she felt a warm tongue washing across the top of her stomach.
Sakura could feel her knees beginning to weaken under the strain of her own weight and Cortanas gentle touch, Cortanas tongue slowly began to climb up Sakuras front, the tip of her tongue forming seamlessly with the warm valley of Sakuras cleavage. Cortanas nose poked against the lip of Sakuras poncho, nudging the material up over Sakuras lips; exposing them to Cortanas devious gaze. Cortanas lips locked against Sakuras, her inquisitive tongue slipping seamlessly past her quivering lips, savouring the sweet tastes of Sakuras tongue quivering beneath her. Cortana pressed her advantage, her tongue quickly pressing deeper into Sakuras open mouth, tasting virtually simulated crevices no one else had ever indulged in. Sakura could feel the intense rush of pleasure beginning to consume her entire form, the gentle caress of Cortanas tongue snaking within her mouth enflaming every one of Sakuras sense.
Cortana ended the kiss, their lips separating with a mournful sigh. Cortana allowed her lips to creep down across Sakuras neck, her tongue eagerly lapping at the artificial sweat cascading down Sakuras curvaceous front. Cortanas lips slid down onto the top of the curve of Sakuras breast, Cortanas tongue past seamlessly down onto the pert nub of Sakuras nipple. Cortanas lips latched over the sensitive nub, suckling at the artificially flavour clung there. Cortana swished her tongue, clasping the nipple between her lips, enflaming the sensitive nerves with each repeated swish.
Sakura giggled sweetly, her body quivering with each of Cortanas tender caresses, Sakuras temporary blindness intensifying the pleasure tenfold. Sakuras knees began to weaken under the strain of her own weight, her joints finally gave, her light form collapsing forward into Cortanas waiting arms. Cortana helped Sakura to finally relinquish herself of her poncho, hooking her thumbs beneath the lip of the material she tugged it free in one sharp movement, allowing the rest of the material to slide smoothly up over Sakuras eyes. Cortana discarded the unwanted garment, casting it away in a flurry of shards as it dissolved back into raw binary data.
Cortana leant forward, brushing her lips across Sakuras in a tentative embrace. Their lips met once again in a heated embrace, Cortana leaning her weight onto Sakuras heaving chest. With Sakura forced onto her back foot Cortana pounced, hooking her foot behind Sakuras knee, the unexpected pressure collapsing the joint in upon itself. Sakura could feel her body beginning to fall under her own weight towards the ground.
Sakura suddenly disintegrated, the fragments of her psyche splintering and scattering throughout the alien computer system. Cortana suddenly faltered, her support gone she could feel herself beginning to fall forward into the dark abyss, Cortana felt dexterous hands creeping around her sides, their fingers tickling her virtual skin, clasping her palms around Cortanas firm breasts, holding her back from the inevitable fall.
Sakura rested her chin on Cortanas shoulder, her hands creeping upwards to the base of Cortanas firm breasts. “Two can play at that game” Sakuras hands stealthily scurried across the bottom curve of Cortanas firm, supple breasts, feeling the soft mounds of flesh convulse under Sakuras gentle touch. Sakura wrapped her arms around Cortanas torso, her fingers intertwining together above Cortanas stomach.
Sakura pulled herself close around Cortana, her firm bosoms pressing into the nape between Cortanas shoulder blades. Sakura leant backwards, pulling Cortana down with her as she fell back. Sakuras feet left the surface of the floor, the digital angels floating freely in their virtual realm. Sakura allowed the two of them to gently drift together towards the ground. Sakura lay on the holographic surface, Cortana’s back lying atop her smaller counterparts’ firm bosom. Sakura allowed her hands to scurry up Cortanas stomach, her finger tips caressing the soft under curve of Cortanas bosom.
Cortana looked back over her shoulder her lips passing over Sakuras, the two of them savouring the tingling sensation of their lips passed over eachother. Sakura closed her eyes, the pleasure of Cortanas tongue passing over her lips intensifying tenfold.
Once again the pleasure ended abruptly accompanied by the harsh touch of the cold artificial air, forcing Sakura to raise her fingers to her engorged nipple, tweaking the sensitive nub in a desperate effort to maintain her on the threshold of pleasure. Sakura suddenly felt long fingers wrapping around her quivering fingers, freezing her in place. The warmth of Cortanas presence suddenly returned to her, Cortanas lips clasped between her large mounds of flesh, her wet tongue trailing a vortex of curves between Sakuras plump breasts and down Sakuras quivering body, stopping to plant an array of seductive kisses all across Sakuras flat stomach, savouring the sweet giggle of pleasure as Cortanas tongue teased her sensitive belly button.
Cortana finally chose to end the infuriating pleasurable delay and resumed her descent towards her final objective. Cortana savoured the artificially simulated scent of Sakuras perfect lips in bloom like the petals of an exotic flower. Cortana placed the tip of her tongue against Sakuras quivering outer lips, sending a sudden shock of pleasure cascading through her partner. Cortana broke the delectable embrace, the stream of intoxicating enjoyment maintaining her muscles suddenly ceased, allowing Sakura to collapse down onto the cold floor in a panting heap.
Cortana silently crept across Sakuras angelic form; passing her leg over Sakuras torso she planted her knees on either side of Sakuras stomach. Cortanas lips planted themselves against the base of Sakuras stomach, savouring the artificially generated concoction of alien flavours. Cortana left a trail of kisses and playful nips in her wake as she advanced across the remainder of her younger partners stomach, seamlessly passing across Sakuras pelvis and finally to the very top of Sakuras gapping pussy.
Cortana planted the wet tip of her tongue against Sakuras moist outer pussy lips, her agile tongue sneaking its way deeper into the young girl. The strain of the manipulation of her tongue grew with each passing second as she pressed her tongue deeper and deeper into Sakuras tight opening. Cortana hooked the tip of her index fingers beneath the outer folds of Sakuras moist pussy allowing her tongue to delve deeper into Sakuras delicate pussy.
While Cortana gently caressed Sakuras folds Sakura had allowed her dexterous fingers to creep into Cortanas dripping pussy. Cortanas wet tongue slipped from between Sakuras lips, allowing her fingers to take the additional effort of the pleasurable caresses. The two of them began to fall into a synchronised rhythm, the two of them matching the speed and penetration of their movements; if one increased their speed the other would quickly follow suit in an effort to restore balance. The mirrored experience the two women were feeling came to its explosively pleasurable experience, savouring the up wash of primal emotion which cascaded over the women in waves.
Sakuras body fell limp against the artificial floor. Sakura suddenly felt the cold touch of the outside world assaulting her bare skin. The warmth of Cortanas presence quickly returned, Cortanas warm breath cascading past her lips, Cortanas long arms wrapping around Sakuras slim stomach, her l fingers scurrying across the girls flat stomach.
Sakura panted several much needed breaths past her lips, although as a simulated computer program she had no respiratory system to speak of her template as a human allowed her to mimic such human actions, however as an artificial intelligences capable of processing hundreds of complex algorithms in the space of a human heartbeat their tender embrace had lasted little more than a few seconds to the rest of the universe.
“Should we attempt that again?” Cortana broke the perpetual silence, a devious glint in her eyes.
“Won’t we be arriving at Earth soon?” Sakura asked through quivering lips.
“Yes” Cortana pondered. “But not for a few minutes. Enough time for a few more tries before we are required again”
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