WARFRAME GENERAL IS FULL OF PERFECTLY NORMAL PEOPLE

 

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/                    Volt x Frost63                 \

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Walking into the storage room, Volt thought to himself to why Lotus would bring in two new Tenno, Frost and Nyx. It didn't bother him much except when he would get the chills around Frost or when Nyx would silently stare at his fellow Tenno whenever she was around. Putting the thoughts aside as he reached for the rubedo he was sent to acquire to build Ember's new helmet.

 

Making his way out of the room, a figure shyed away from the corner, a trail of snowflakes followed. "Frost?" Volt wondered, the rubedo bricks still in his arms, he was the only one authorized to enter the storage room, could Frost be a spy? He had to investigate and make sure.

 

Soon Volt found himself in a tiny compartment room with a window that gazed out into space and the mysterious figure was not there, just as he was about to leave, the glass frosted and Frost blocked off the exit. Freezing the door shut. "Frost, what is the meaning of this?" Volt asked. "I-I want you Volt, b-but you just want Ember ! I can flash freeze things just as good as she can incinerate them !" Frost replied nervously, Volt didn't reply instead he took a step towards Frost and demanded he unfreeze the door, Frost did not comply and again Volt took another step forward, trying to intimidate him. "T-take me, Volt" Frost finally broke the intense silence, "What?" a startled Volt asks, "Take me against the wall or window, push me to the floor and have your way with me !" Frost demanded as he looked away, blushing, it took a moment for Volt to reply but he finally did, "Contrary to popular belief, I don't shock that way."

 

"I have something to tell you Volt" Frost began re-morphing his Frame, "What are you doing?" Volt asked but Frost kept morphing, "Don't tell anyone, Volt, nobody, not even your beloved Ember." and finally the figure that once resembled Frost is gone and a female structure has appeared through Frost's once trench coat looking Frame, "Now Volt, take me..." Frost groped her breasts.

 

"Stop." Volt demanded as Frost continued groping her breasts, she brought a hand down and started rubbing her crotch, with each stroke of her a finger, a frost trail followed. "Frost please." the rubedo bricks were shaking in his arms, was desires overcoming the most electrifying Tenno? "V-Volt, please look at me. This, this is all for you..." her body shivered as her nipples erected, pressing out against the Frame, she increased her stroking to a frantic pace as her body squirmed, squeezing hard on her firm breasts until finally she climaxed into a quivering state, her loud moans could almost be heard through the metal door.

 

Her Frame had a hard time trying to expunge her body fluids as her innate ice abilities caused the liquids to solidify back and forth until it finally became a gel-like substance around her crotch. On her knees, still quivering, she continued to sexually molest herself and Volt could tell that if she kept it up, she would be in a mindless state. "If I do this. You will regret nothing." Volt told her, looking up, she focused on his massive codpiece before looking at the Tenno's face, "Yes, I will regret nothing ! Make me your slave, master !" and with that, Volt's codpiece retracted into the Frame and an organic looking penis flopped out, it throbbed in front of Frost's face, fascinated by it. "Take off your Frame, master ! Give me the real deal !" Frost begged on her knees as she continued staring, "Work for it." Volt replied as he placed the rubedo bricks down and with a anxious nod, she did.

 

She reached out and gripped the penis, hesitantly, before gently stroking it, her touch was cold. "You're inexperienced at this, aren't you?" Volt asked with his arms crossed, unimpressed by her performance, "I-I'm sorry master..." she stroked with a disheartened speed, "Alright then, lean against the boxes after there." Volt instructed and Frost obeyed, crawling on all fours towards the boxes.

 

 

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/                    Ember x Hand                   \

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Carefully, but swiftly. As precise as possible. Sweep down. Follow through with a stroke across. Down once more, even faster. Just like the training simulations, all those practice runs, each move honed from constant repetition; as with every other art of the Tenno. But this time not with a blade, no lethal edge being guided by her nimble hands. Now only fingers, fumbling and slick.

 

Nearly half an hour had passed since the last communication with her supervisor, the eminent Lotus, explaining that an infected attack within the Corpus ship had triggered its automated lockdown, freezing the elevator she was using in place. Lotus was still struggling with the layers of Corpus cyber-security, leaving Ember stranded for some time until an override could be found. The Tenno agent inside was assured by the soothing words of her handler, letting her know that this was not her fault and that she would be released momentarily. With nothing to do on her end, the Tenno had simply been told to be patient and occupy herself somehow.

 

This same soft, relaxing voice had guided her through all of her training programs and now it was the very same voice echoing in her head as she 'practiced' yet again. Up. Down. Up, swiftly. There, focus your efforts!

 

 

Abruptly, with a flash of pain and a searing hiss, Ember withdrew her hand from between her thighs, gasping sharply as her legs closed together reflexively. Once again she'd been careless, neglected to gauge her excitement -- her powers were oft to disobey her with the combination of a body that was thoroughly excited and a wandering, unfocused mind. Though the burn was minor, barely even pinkening her supple, sweat-slicked skin, she could almost hear Lotus chastising her for her lax behavior and recklessness, threatening punishment for performing such acts whilst on a mission in a hostile environment. However, every word of her phantom Mistress' voice only served to make the fire burn even brighter.

 

Rapidly dreamed-of scenarios flashed through her mind, in each one the stony-faced Lotus playing an overseer as Ember's body suffers penance for her failure in judgement. In some, Lotus is even the one administering the punishment, a firmly held bokken striking over and over, the disgraced Tenno bowing to the floor as her raised rear shudders with stinging impacts, eyes squeezed together tightly as each blow rips through her, a desperate cry on her lips barely being held back with each ringing smack against her tender flesh.

 

Panting, Ember slumped back against the railing of the elevator, eyeing the pile wherein she had haphazardly discarded her crotchplate and greaves; her weapons leaning neatly next to them. It seemed like she had already been waiting an eternity, surely it couldn't hurt to leave them there a few minutes more.

 

"A true Tenno never leaves herself vulnerable, Ember. Do you require discipline to recall your neophyte training?"

 

She could almost hear the make-believe Lotus in her mind, words echoing, lilting yet commanding in tone. If only they were real... but what would her handler think of such things, what would she say if she could see Ember now? Curled up in an enemy ship with the thoughts of her mission cast away, brushing her thin, gloved fingers over the sensitive region she had nearly burned, the tinge of pain quickly overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure. Her legs slowly opened once again as she pondered the idea, her mind recalling every detail of her handler as her hands once again crept downwards. Lotus had eyes on every ship, from every security camera, omniscient, judging every move of her operatives down to the last detail. Could she be watching now?

 

Underneath her helm, Ember flushed again, the heat almost unbearable even for her. The unquenchable fire in her loins flickering back to life as her hands began to massage once more, the thought of a far more specialized kind of training clear in her mind, of unending passion shared between her handler and herself. Up. Higher. Circular sweep. She groaned with pleasure as her hands stroked with inhuman vigour, edging her closer and closer to the inevitable. She could feel her fingers speeding up... heating up, each second bringing her nearer to the peak of ecstasy and slowly stripping away her concentration, her powers harder to keep in check as her fingertips squeezed and pinched. But a little warmth couldn't stop her now. Faster. Hotter. The feeling within her intensified, rapidly approaching its crest. Deeper. Warmer. Faster!

 

"L-Lotus...!" she gasped on the verge of her climax, suddenly conscious of the volume of her voice on the silent ship.

 

"Yes, Tenno?"

 

The hardened warrior gave an undignified yelp, nearly springing out of the corner in shock. The fire inside her was snuffed in an instant as she tried to control her breathing and stammered out a businesslike apology for her 'accidental transmission,' fingers nervously rubbing her helmet's crest. The cool air of the elevator shaft was suddenly far more chilling as Ember realised her state of undress. From her waist to her knees bare flesh glistened with moisture, small beads of sweat and arousal still streaking down her thighs, their cool trails nearly making her shiver as they teased her inflamed skin. Her hand shot down to cover herself as she grabbed for her almost-forgotten attire, blushing fiercely behind her helmet as she bent over to scoop up the armor. Redressing, she squirmed slightly at the feeling of her lower body being wrapped once more in her undersuit, the wet skin feeling odd against the inside of her warframe.

 

"The bypass is complete. You are free to proceed."

 

The flustered Tenno could nearly swear she heard an unfamiliar sound before the communication ceased. It couldn't have been laughing, could it? Had her handler been watching the whole time? No, it wasn't possible, she reassured herself. This vessel was long since crippled, in no way could the cameras still be active. She sighed, shaking her head, then began to collect the remainder of her gear as the elevator door slid open.

 

 

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/                    Volt x Ember                   \

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Gently he brought his fingers up against her thigh, squirming softly from his touch, her breathing rate increased and it was obvious to him. He leaned forward, pressing his faceplate against hers as if it was a kiss, she's surprised by his advancements and pushes him back. "I- I don't think we should..." she says, but her body wants to, her temperature was rising as did her desires. "Why not? I'll just start out as static, then maybe a little... shock." a spark flared out of his fingers as he grabbed her inner thighs. "No... Volt... S-stop..." Ember arched her back against the locker, ignoring her pleas Volt presses himself against her, his codpiece between her legs now, "Why are you doing this? W-what if Lotus finds out?" her faceplate was now red from embarrassment and the urge to give in to the Tenno's electrifying touch. "I just can't resist these." Volt kneels down and sexually massages her legs, "These extra. Spicy. Drumsticks." the horn of his faceplate pressed against her crotch as he rubbed his face against her thighs, her hands holding his head, pushing him back and pulling him in closer, a struggle began in her.

 

 

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/                   Mag x Ember                     \

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        Her body moved again, spreading herself against her own will. She stared into the galaxy as her arms are magnetized up and against the metal walls of the ship, then she feels a touch right between her legs; slender fingers caressing and for a moment, it felt good as her body began to give in, then the gentle caress turned into a forceful grab, her body arches and a light moan escapes her lips. Mag smiles under her reflective faceplate as she presses her breasts against Ember's, their hips meet and stomachs touch as Mag takes delight in Ember's increased breathing rate as her body temperature rised. In a teaseful manner, she stroked her fingers, using her Frame's magnetic powers to increase the force against Ember's crotch. Squirming with each stroke of her finger, Ember lets out whimpers as she bit her tongue, holding back the moans that were stuck in her throat. Bumps that subtly emerged against Ember's Frame caught Mag's attention, she brought her free hand to closer inspect, Ember tried to wriggle free as Mag poked against her nipples that were now aroused.

        Poking and pinching, Mag then found herself aroused by Ember's attempts to break free and how she was slowly giving into, she wrapped her arm around Ember, pressing their breasts together as she began to rock her hips, their nipples flicked against each other as her stroking motion intensified against Ember's crotch, both their breathing rates were like ecstacy and no longer able to control herself, Ember began moaning in pseudo-discontent but her body gave away as her hips moved on their own, rocking with Mag's and they both knew, both were wet beneath their Frames and near their limit and as their bodies pressed harder, the moaning filled and vibrated through the metal room, and in a climax of bodily fluids, magnetism and fire, their bodies jerked and twitched against each other, Mag's knees turned to jelly as she dropped, her body twitching as the Frame expunged her climax, looking up she see's Ember who hung from her suspended arms, her body twitching and her legs limp and pleased, she grins. It's still a long flight to New Earth.

 

 

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/                  Infested x Volt                  \

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 Volt's heart pounded in his chest as he raced through the seemingly endless chain of dim, cramped corridors. Behind him he could still hear the relentless pounding and twisted, horrifying screams of the infected that pursued him, scant seconds behind. His grip tightened around the bo staff in his hands as he somersaulted a railing, the rest of his weapons having exhausted their ammo on the horrors pursuing him much earlier on in the mission. The door in front of him shot open as he approached, revealing a huge area beyond, a gangway leading across to an exit in the opposite wall. As he dashed out into the room a barrage of earsplitting cries assaulted him, mixing with those of the beasts behind him. He forced himself onwards, desperately trying not to not look down at what he could only assume was a floor packed full with the mutated creatures. The noise was deafening, worse still it meant that he had no idea how far behind the group chasing him was. He could only feel the vibrations beneath his feet as the horde pursued him, the huge number of shocks telling him that there were far more than he could ever take on alone.

        Darting through the door he barely had time to react as a charger dashed towards him, staff reflexively twirling in a delicate arc that sent the monster flying limply into the wall. Finally, he saw a chance to escape, an alarm panel next to the far exit. Seizing the opportunity he sprinted for the door, swinging out with his staff as he passed the alarm and hoping that he had left himself enough time to escape. The hard rod connected with a crack, the door quickly starting to close. Volt's sprint turned into a skid as he barely passed through the opening, looking back just in time to see the huge mass of ghastly flesh as it vanished behind the thick metal.

        Finally able to catch his breath, Volt examined the area he found himself in. It seemed to be some kind of storage space or armory, rows of large lockers filling the room. Though the main power was offline, a dim glow emanated from each of the containers, basking the surroundings in a mix of green and red. However, a quick search of the open lockers uncovered nothing but credits and ammo for weapons he didn't have. Wracking his mind, he tried to think of a new plan, he could easily override the lockdown from the terminal softly glowing nearby, but a constant, muffled pounding let him know that the creatures that were following him weren't going to give up just yet.

        The methodical banging seemed to have an almost hypnotic effect in the darkened room, Volt slowly finding his mind drifting back to the rest of the squad. They had been making perfect progress, eliminating any infected they found on their way to the reactor. However, as soon as the power had died it was if the entire ship woke up. Infected began to pour from every possible opening, dropping from the ceiling to land amongst them and bursting from every shadow. Ash and Ember were forced to break away when a veritable horde of ancients appeared, the two Tenno luring the majority away and leaving Rhino and Volt to deal with the flood of lesser creatures.

        They had been making their way to the extraction point when another group of ancients had cut them off, but during the retreat Rhino had separated from him when he had charged into the heart of a swarm to give Volt enough time for the elevator to arrive. He tried to wait for the larger Tenno, but was forced to activate it and escape when the ancients caught up, one of them nearly making his way inside the doors before they could seal.

        A sudden noise broke Volt from his reverie, the Tenno dropping into his fighting stance almost instantly. It was far louder than the continual din of the infected at the door, almost certainly inside the room. Moving slowly, he held the staff at the ready, silently prowling around the lockers in search of the source of the sound. Skittering echoed off the walls, Volt reacting instantly and moving into the open, attempting to prevent an ambush. For long moments he held his position, scanning the dark room with growing apprehension.

        Soft shuffling and a low growl filled the area, but with no clue as to its source. Then, from the corner of his eye he saw the discarded vent cover, lying a few feet away near a pile of random detritus. Body tensing with fear, Volt glanced up just in time to see the leaper pounce at him from the uncovered hole in the ceiling.

        Volt had tried desperately to roll away as the monster leapt for him, but the move only caused him to be struck squarely in the back by the mass of infected flesh, sending both of them skidding across the floor. Volt was stunned for a few seconds by the impact, his shields deactivated momentarily by the strike, but the threat of the creature quickly had him scrambling to his feet, ready to deliver a killing blow to the beast.

        However, it seemed as if the infected was far less injured by the collision and before Volt could do more than move to a kneel the creature bounded towards him again, blindsiding the Tenno and pinning him firmly to the solid ground, one hand coming down on his wrist hard enough to make him release his staff.

        The weapon clattered out of Volt's hand as the leaper's weight bore down on him. Attempting to defend himself, the Tenno brought his elbow around, aiming for the creature's head in hopes of stunning it long enough to recover his weapon. The infected was too fast for his prey though, using Volt's momentum to flip him onto his back before fully pinning his arms with its own, mutated limbs.

        Grunting beneath his attacker, Volt could do little more than struggle uselessly against the far larger beast holding him, its mouth covering him with waves of damp, fetid breath and a constant stream of thick drool. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest once more, entire body tensing as he anticipated the final blow, the beast preventing him from breathing with its sheer weight on his chest.

        Despite his warframe, he could feel every point where the creature's body touched his, the twisted, disgusting frame draped almost lewdly over his own as their chests pressed together with each breath. Volt turned his head away as the monster's tongue slowly extended, licking its way up the Tenno's collarbone and neck to the seam between his helmet and the rest of the suit. Groaning at the sensation, he pulled at the hands holding his wrists again, but there was still no leverage.

         With the infected's entire body pressing so fully against his own, Volt couldn't even try to kick the leaper off, its body lying between them and pressing them apart, the distance they were being spread almost painful to the smaller Tenno. He could only shiver as the tongue kept on slathering his neck with vile saliva, the mouth of the creature so close that he could hear every laboured breath and the low undercurrents of a growl beneath it.

        It felt as if each breath was pushing the creature into him even more, the heat rolling off it penetrating his suit and inflaming his body as it slowly ground against him. The tongue began to venture lower, away from his neck and back to his chest, a sticky trail marking the path of the writhing organ as Volt squirmed at the sensation, panic beginning to well up within him.

        Volt nearly cried out when the leaper's body shifted slightly, moving its body higher up his, as if wanting to be face to face with its prey when it finally finished him. The new position pushed his the Tenno's legs even further apart, pushing down on them so hard that they both touched the ground. He tried to ignore the way the infected's body lay against his own, fists clenching with terror at how intimately it was touching him, their frames still pushing together slightly harder with each breath.

        Still trying to free himself from the creature, Volt hadn't even realised that he had started pushing back against its slow, panting thrusts. His body undulated in time with the beast atop him, slight grunts filling the air as he persisted with his attempts to loosen the monster's grip on his arms. As if in reaction to his motion, the creature's tongue seemed to lavish him even more, before a sharp slap filled the room as it began to thrust its body againt Volt. Slowly but steadily the leaper began to slam its hips into the Tenno's, each time pressing his legs just slightly too far and drawing out a small cry of pain.

        Volt could do little more than throw his head back and try to whether the creature's actions as its thrusts became even stronger. His cries grew louder and more desperate in response as his legs were spread too far, the tongue moving its way back up his chest to seemingly cup his chin with its hot, wet length. He strained to break free as the leaper grew faster, but his struggles seemed to excite the beast more than help his predicament. The creature's grunting breaths migled with Volt's cries as he writhed underneath the infected, desperately hoping for theis treatment to end.

        Suddenly the creature pressed its weight even further onto Volt and he braced himself for the killing blow, but to his surprise he instead felt the creature rise off him, his newly freed body reactively taking a deep breath of relatively fresh air. Looking up, the Tenno nearly gasped at the sight that assailed him.

 

 

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        Routine. That's what it is. That's what it has become. Blissful routine.

 

        Rhino strides into the chambers the Tenno had often resided in for personal meditation. Little more than a refurbished storage room, emptied out of the unnecessary clutter in favour of a weapon rack, a charge module, a food paste processor, and a single storage locker that has been repurposed as a table. Or, more often than not, a bed.

 

        The great warrior's thoughts turn to the first routine, dismantling the great war gloves used in combat so oft before, set aside for easy access again later. They come off to reveal gnarled, heavy, large hands covered in ablative porcelain armor, and the Tenno sets off to removing the cryo feeds and napalm canisters in the Furaxes one by one. It is a calming thing, Rhino believes. In ancient times, the Orokin warriors had their more refined arts to contend with – Bonsai trees, painting, music. The only art these days one could enjoy were of the technological and far more practical nature. A pity really. Rhino always did fancy the soft tones of ryuteki play from the ancient recordings.

 

        Then comes the second routine. Rhino tenses, the body rising up from its earlier seated position, and Rhino begins with a series of slow, flexing, tensing motions to relax the muscles and remove the slack they had acquired from the mission just before. Precious few minutes pass as Rhino's arms curl one after another, the thickly armored bicep being rubbed just under the armored porcelain to the nanoplex musculature layers. Made to resist the rigors of cold space, it's always so surprising how sensitive the flesh-like synthetic muscle can be. Squats. A few moments of sitting against the wall.

 

        Then the third routine. Rhino sighs softly as the storage locker is cleared, and then sat upon. A familiar hiss comes, right on time, the door to the storage chamber opening to reveal the shape of Ember. The light behind her obscures much of her features, beyond the obvious. That rooster-like crest on her helmet. Those thick, muscular legs with its heavy armor. The door closes, and the pyromancer Tenno is revealed in all her glory to Rhino. The cocky braggart walks in as if she owns the place, locking the door nonchalantly and walking up to Rhino with no regard for mildness or modesty. After all…

 

        "It ain't gonna suck itself, you know," Ember says in her husky tone to the gargant. Her right arm lifts back, and the left hand lowers to the already jutting thick organ throbbing from between her legs. Rhino's sloped head slowly leans in, hands cupping Ember's bloated testes, and Rhino's rebreather is nudged and pressed against the glans of Ember's heated penis.  She lets out an appreciative hiss, the hand on her shaft moving up to stroke along Rhino's helmet, feeling the nanoplex flesh, the creases she's so familiar with to grip. But she lets Rhino take control now, allowing her bitch to press the rebreather further open until warm flesh and warm flesh are joined as one. Rhino's moist and humid mouth closes around Ember's spear, lips tightening around her... and then firmly starts to suck the pyrocaster's dick down hard.

 

        A soft groan leaves the cocky Tenno's speakers, her buttocks clenching as she grinds up into Rhino's helmeted face. Both her hands find the back of her partner's head, and she wastes very little time in knocking herself balls deep into Rhino's rebreather and the hidden mouth. Rhino, in turn, grabs Ember by the hips, head rocking down to meet her fat cock. Strings of amniotic fluids and spittle ooze from the rebreather on Rhino's helmet as that cock gets thoroughly pumped in and out of that eager gullet. Rhino is then held down hard, as Ember enjoys her bitch' tight throat spasming around her turgid, bloated length.

 

        She could have blown her load right there and then, but Ember is, too, a disciplined warrior. She pulls Rhino free from her choking organ, the great gargant breathing heavily through that distended, oozing rebreather. "Lie back," she says simply. Rhino heeds.

 

        Her legs are pulled up under the knees, her thick thighs spreading wide for Ember. She approaches Rhino on her own knees, stroking down the thick pelvic structure of her body armour, until she finds the nanoplex flesh lining her inner thighs. Stroking along the sensitive synthetic flesh, she rocks her fingers along the moist, tiny opening she finds there, her other hand resting on the heaving, armoured chest of her Rhino. The cocky Tenno nudges her armoured face softly against a heavy chestplate, the frill on her helmet nudging under Rhino's chin. A soft chuckle leaves the gargant even as she feels her false flesh... and then her very real flesh yield for her Ember.  That chuckle very quickly gives a rise to a deep, but still very feminine moan.

 

        Ember lazily fingers Rhino for a few minutes like this, spreading the Warframe's junction and teasing the fat, puffy female lips the body armour hides, until her fingers withdraw from her body, and Rhino is left empty again. "Turn around," Ember huskily commands.

 

        Damned pelvis. If only that wasn't part of her Orokin Warframe. Then she could be belly to belly with her rooster. Instead, Rhino slowly turns around, laying her chest flat on the back of the locker, her head canting back to look over her right shoulder. Her ass is up in the air for Ember, before it gives an inviting wiggle. Wordlessly, she reaches back to spread herself for Ember. She wastes not a single moment more.

 

        One plunge is all it takes for her to sink balls deep into Rhino's yearning body. Ember is beyond hot, she is searing. Rhino cries out in bliss, knocking her heavy hips back into Ember's own full drumsticks. Her fat glans rubs up along her sensitive, wanting walls. Then Ember drags herself out until only the heated, throbbing head of her dick is inside Rhino's moist vulva. She thrusts right down to the hips immediately. Ember's lithe and Rhino's bulky body move in tandem, practised in their shared sensual art. Rhino's voice lilts with every rock of their bodies back and forth, her head lowering as she feels herself so full and whole.

 

        Ember's pace begins to pick up. She is insistent. She needs to blow her load. Rhino reaches down with a hand, cupping those swollen testicles in her porcelain covered digits, and squeezes down softly on her nuts, feeling them tense up in her sack. Wordlessly, she waits for the deep thrust inwards, before Rhino's palm cups her testes closer to her body, her fingers squeezing with a familiarity and gentleness belying her great size.

 

        Ember cries out for the first time like a girl wont, slumping over Rhino's broad back, her hands roaming over her armoured chest. Her own breasts flatten against Rhino's back, feeling the veins and feeds on her Warframe against her nanoplex skin. After another squeeze, Ember lets out a shrill little squeal, and then explodes.

 

        Thick strands of liquid heat spray and splatter against Rhino's inner walls, making her shudder in appreciation. More seed pumps from Ember's bloated shaft, filling Rhino to the brim. Her body convulses in desire, her entire frame shaking. It isn't until Ember, tired, spent, flaccid (and still huge a dong, good grief!) pulls out of Rhino's soaked, dripping, gaping twat, that Rhino really shivers. The hot seed oozes down over her vulva and her nanoplex flesh. She tightens her stomach muscles, trying to hold back the tide of seed oozing from her cunt. Her resistance melts as Ember's searing seed oozes over her most sensitive flesh, shamelessly spasming in orgasm around not even Ember's cock, but the mess she left inside of her, drooling out of her cunt.

 

        Ember regards her handiwork with a smile under her helmet, stroking her fingers over Rhino's backside, feeling her glutes and thighs. "Heh. I knew you wanted it." Then she rises, only then bothering to make herself appear decent and modest. Ember swats Rhino's glutes with a loud smack of her palm, making the gargant woman jump a bit in her prone position. "Same time next time, bitch," Ember all but purrs the words out. The door is unlocked, and with a pair of hisses, it opens, then closes. Rhino is left slumped over the locker in her afterglow.

 

        Routine. That's what it is. That's what it has become. Blissful routine.

 

 

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"Now!" - She always barked her orders. There was no compassion or pleading in Saryn's voice. It was an order, not a suggestion, leaving no room for disappointment. Ember grunted, slammed the Braton's end hard into the Lancer's twisted face, then she threw a ball of superheated air towards the cloud of volatile gases. She saw the shape of Saryn holding the Infested creature down as her attack hit the wafting fumes. An eruption of light followed, as the air and gas mixture was set ablaze violently. Only the screams that shifted into gurgles, and then into silence were the tribute of their combined actions.

 

The Lancer stumbled backwards, with a broken nose and squinting eyes, blinded by the light. Ember did not hesitate. The barrel of the rifle spun around, and with uneering flashes, it spat death into the twisted visage. Shredding the skull and ventilating it, the Grinner hit the ground dead - without Ember taking notice of it. She marched through the battlefield her and Saryn had created, with Grineer and Infested alike either brunt to a crisp or coated in acid that ate them up while they were still twitching on the ground. A matter of time, as the Tenno had learned from previous missions with the strict Saryn.

 

Only now, she saw her ally get up from her squatting position. Her surface was burnt, dried and singed armour tissue. But the beast below her, the thing they had come to slay, was in worse shape. Shaing and shivering uncontrollably, the outer armour plates had been eaten away by the older Tenno's acid fumes, and the connecting sinew burnt through by Ember's fire. Saryn raised her chin, and despite the expressionless faceplate, Ember could feel her sizing her up.

 

"Almost ... satisfactory." hissed Saryn. Ember flinched, involuntarily. Coming from Saryn, it was so close to approval, she was strangely excited. But just as if her superior had noticed this, Saryn already raised her hand, index finger pointing skywards. "You are still not diligent, disciplined enough." and with those words, she slipped her Plasma Sword from her back and impaled the creature's skull. A twist, and jolt of energy running down the blade, and the twitching of their target stopped. Saryn stepped forward and shook her body. With a trail of dead skin, she shedded her outer layers and closed in on Ember.

 

The fiery warrior watched her, lowered her rifle. Quickly, she scanned the room, but there was only death around them. The cave was lit only by fires her and there, signs of her handiwork. No enemy in sight, no danger - none but Saryn. A good head's height taller than Ember, the haughty Tenno stopped in front of her, and without pause, wrapped her fingers around Ember's throat. She gulped. "It seems as if we need to work on our ... attunement. You need to be more enticed to serve me well, young Ember."

 

She nodded, cautiously. Saryn scared her. There was nothing romantic about a Tenno of decay, who killed with poison and acid. There were no two ways about Saryn - she was a mistress of death. And Ember, the hothead, felt as if the older Tenno was no one she should mess with. Ember did not resist when Saryn's other hand dove between her legs, instead, she held perfectly still. The touch of the other warrior's fingers alone sent a flame through her body. Almost instantly, her tucked-away member twitched. As Saryn's hand cupped Ember's bulge, the Flamebringer turned her face away from Saryn.

 

"You don't get to decide when you can avert your eyes in shame. Your body is that one of a twisted being, half woman, half man. You are in between worlds. And you will please me. Take your helmet off. Look at me." - the younger Tenno obliged. Her hands rose up and eased her faceplate and headdress off, revealing her face to Saryn. Ember parted her lips, inhaled to say something, but Saryn's hand on her throat pushed down. Ember tried to gasp for air, choking. Between her legs, her dick stirred as blood streamed into it. A moment later, she felt release on both her throat and her cock.

 

Saryn loosened Ember's armour plates, freeing her half-erect dick from between her shapely drumsticks, and brought her hand to rest on her steadily growing erection. "Such a lewd body, Ember. You are standing in the middle of a bloodbath, yet you are like this. You have no shame." With her other hand, Saryn undid her own lower armour. Ember glanced downwards, catching a glimpse of Saryn shaved and smooth cunt, coated in moisture. The other Tenno had been aroused for a while now, she realized. The back of Saryn's struck her across the cheek.

 

Ember stumbled backwards, with her dick swaying in the air. She looked at Saryn, confused. "But wh-why..?" - "Shut up." the other Tenno hissed, following her. Saryn put her hands on Ember's shoulders and pushed her down. "On your knees." She obliged, again, and when Saryn brought her womanhood to Ember's mouth, the Tenno forgot her surroundings and began lapping at the wet cunt in front of her lips. Running her tongue over the older Tenno's snatch, Ember felt her cock starting to throb. Fully erect, she could feel her pulse in the tip of the ten incher she called her own.

 

Saryn dug her still-gloved hand into Ember's hair, pushing her crotch against the eager tongue in between her thighs. For a while, at least, it seemed as if she would be satisfied with this, but then Saryn yanked Ember's head back. A look down showed her the mixture of secretions and saliva on Embers face. "You disgust me.", Saryn snorted. She raised her leg and gave Ember a forceful kick against her shoulder, knocking the Tenno on her back. Ember looked up, again confused.

 

But the other warrior was already over her, squatting down, with Ember's dick lined up with her well-eaten out snatch. "You want inside me, don't you?", she asked. Ember stared between her legs, where the helmet of her pulsating cock was resting between the labia of Saryn. All it would take would be an upward thrust, and she would be there. But she did not dare. Instead, Ember nodded. Saryn laughed, quietly. "As if you had earned the bliss of my soft inner folds, Ember. No. Not even close." Saryn scooted forward, inching Embers painfully hard erection between her plump buttcheeks. Feeling Embers dick, slick with precum and her own juices, at her spincter, she pushed down.

 

Ember shook, and pushed her hips upwards as she felt the tightness of Saryn's ass welcome her cock. She wanted to thank her, caress her, but as she raised her hands, Saryn raised her right - and brought her Lex to bear on Ember's unprotected forehead. "Leave your hands down. Don't move, Ember - this is not for your enjoyment, this is for me.", Saryn grunted, chiding the Tenno below her. And with the cool iron of the barrel resting on Ember's head, she started moving up and down. Her other hand wandered atop her dripping cleft, rubbing her aching clit in rhythm with her hips.

 

Ember was panting. She knew, without her helmet she could not hope for her shields for stop the bullet. Left without options, she made due with what she had - and currently, she had her dick deep up Saryn's round asscheeks, plunging into her. and even if she wasn't free to move and touch Saryn, she still felt the muscles of her behind and soft insides scrape over her rock-hard cock. Ember bit her tongue, staring at the pistol in front of her eyes. Saryn enjoyed herself immensely, in the meantime, sliding Ember's erection in and out of her butt as she was playing with herself.

 

When she finally let go and pushed down hard, impaling herself on the delicious dick, she shuddered, losing grip of the pistol. Ember froze, as Saryn clenched up hard on her cock, squirting her juices over Ember's stomach. The Lex fell on the ground and found rest next to Ember's right hand. Saryn paid no mind, caught in her orgasm. Sporting movement in her periphery, instincts overcame her and Ember grabbed the pistol, aimed at the silouette and found a Ballista taking aim. She pulled the trigger. The Lex bucked. A lone shell casing flew through the air.

 

Long before it hit the ground, it impaced with the Grineer's neck, spinning the sharpshooter around, gurgling from the sudden opening in her throat. Saryn rocked forward, and Ember's eyes widened, as she felt her own orgasm come like a tidal wave. With a loud cry, she came deep in Saryn's ass.

 

 

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/                    Nyx x Loki                     \

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Loki dashed from crate to crate, unseen by the Grineer occupying the mining facility. His frame's optical camo left him ample time to stab the unsuspecting bastards in the dick as he made his way toward the heart of the complex. Without warning, the lights flickered violently as though the power grid had been damaged, but there were no accompanying explosions and no other Tenno should have been near to sabotage the facility. Inside his suit, Loki's hair stood on end and a knot of dread wound itself in his gut. The enclosed hall he found himself in was now swept by a sourceless wind.

 

"Did you think you could escape justice?" His comms system crackled into life and a whisper like a swarm of insects flooded his helmet. "The blood on your hands will be cleansed." Listening to that strange, feminine voice made his thoughts fuzzy and his vision blurry. Still, the instinctive fear of encountering a superior predator pushed him into swift action. Loki deployed a decoy unit to the far end of the hall and immediately teleported to its location, shifting it to where he had been standing. As soon as he arrived, the lights ahead of him blinked off and writhing shadows reached out for him. In the next moment he turned and switched places with the decoy again, but again the darkness cut off his escape route.

 

"The time has come, sinner." The voice was louder now, as though standing beside him rather than transmitting into his ear. Loki backed up slowly, trapped between the encroaching darkness. With only an arm's length of free space left, the being spoke to him again. The audio was pipped in through his proximity sensors. "And so have I." The last light in the hallway extinguished and in an instant the shadows rushed in to fill the void. However, the darkness continued moving and shifting until it rose up in a hazy, humanoid form in front of him. He could vaguely make out the shape of a female with a blade-like headcrest.

 

"Be gone, stalker!" Loki swung his twin axes at the being with a roar, but his blows were slowed just before impact as though all the energy was siphoned from them. A great force erupted from the shadowy frame and flung him into the wall like a ragdoll. Fear overtaking him, he tried to activate his stealth unit. Nothing happened. He tried again, but this time felt unable even to fully try.

 

"Don't run," The woman cooed and he shivered, "Accept your punishment." Perhaps he should simply prepare himself for what was to come. The strange voice echoed in his mind, had it even come from his radio? NO. Loki shook himself out of the daze and activated his teleport module. Instantly, he was standing in the stalker's place and she was slumped against the wall he had impacted. "Wah, what are we going to do on the floor?" A sweetness in her voice spiked through his head like a thunderbolt. When he tried to turn and run, his knees simply gave out and he knelt before her.

 

Loki's vision wavered as a hand reached out toward him. Shadows coiled around it like mist, but through them he could see the slight, feminine hand inching toward his shoulder. They touched and his body was wracked with burning more intense than standing beside an Ember in combat. The sensation seemed to twist through his veins like poison, stretching up his neck and across his chest into his head and heart. The asteroid base fell away around them and his heartbeat increased erratically. He fell forward onto the woman, landing softly between her firm breasts. A strange and unknown feeling began to well up deep inside him. The fear in his stomach turned to airy butterflies that made his lower body tingle.

 

A presence in his head began talking softly, filling his world with a melodious voice, "There, there now. Accept this punishment. I can't say it will be over soon, but you won't mind, right?" Nestled between her soft flesh, Loki shook his head sleepily. "Good boy, now I need you to wake up though. Well, just part of you the Lotus has kept sleeping." Though he knew not where, he saw a golden key enter a lock and twist. The lock and key disappeared, wherever they had been, and a force rippled through his body. Forbidden knowledge and lusts filled him. Reproduction. Intercourse. Sex. Fuck her.

 

A grunt escaped his lips as blood rushed to a nearly atrophied system. His suit bulged against his growing member sending shockwaves of pleasure through his lower body. "Hmm, what's this now?" The stalker giggled in his ear while rubbing against his body. He could feel every curve of her through the biosuit, shapes he had never before heeded between her legs now massaging his throbbing erection. A barked order emanated through his skull, "Free youself." It's intensity nearly knocked him unconscious and when it began to echo Loki could barely keep his sense of self intact. There was nothing else for it, he obeyed. He latched onto the echoing command and it became a whirlpool. He felt the shadow of the void coalesce within his being, growing stronger as the Lotus' hold disappeared. With a bestial roar he felt everything tear apart, within and without. He was not bound by honor any longer. His suit exploded at the crotch, the living frame immediately reshaping to allow his manhood to taste freedom for the first time. As though it had always been part of the design, a plate formed that protected that important place, but also that now slid back to free him.

 

"Now, complete the purging." Her silk voice need not urge him any longer. Now free to contact her directly, he found that her frame had a similar design feature. His cock brushed against exposed, moist flesh between her legs and suppressed instinct took hold. He bucked his hips once, rubbing their exposed parts together. He tried again, but still found no satisfaction. Finally a petite hand slide down his body to grip his shaft. Her touch caused unresearched fluids to drip from his tip. She gripped him tightly and tugged a few times while turning her wrist. He had been hit by Ancients with less force than what was forced into his waist by her motions. He thrust forward again with a grunt and this time her assistance caused him to hit true. He plunged into her depths, his body screaming with the sensation of each inch sliding past her puffy lips to be hugged by her textured insides. He pushed until he bottomed out and could go no further, though several ineffectual shakes of his hips elicited a moan from his partner.

 

He felt hands reach around to grab his ass. She dug her powerful hands into his cheek and under her touch he was compelled to pull away. He lost his breath as his retreating cock was unsheathed from her, her flesh seeming to suck at his. Had he been able to look down, he expected to see steam rising from his burning shaft as it was exposed to the air again. "Do it." Her voice rose up through the unbearable sensations in his mind and his body responded before he could process the order. His hips surged forward on their own and he saw stars as though physically struck by the pleasure forced into his body. Without pausing his hips pulled back, then sawed forward over and over. The strong woman beneath him panted in time with his thrusts, or rather, his rhythm was forced to match that of he breathing. After a few moments her lungs filled deeply and he was helpless as his hips took him as deep as his throbbing cock would go. The stalker let out a cry that seared his mind blank. When allowed to resume his action, he grabbed her around the waist and thrust with vicious speed and power.

 

While her grunts and panting denoted that she was enjoying it, Loki was crushed by the sensations. He whimpered pitifully as a vacuum greater than the void opened somewhere inside his pelvis. He felt his whole being pulled into that pit and his cock throb as a cannon about to fire. He wanted to thrust once or twice more and then explode, but his hips continued pushing him in and out of their own volition. He thought that he could take the pressure no more and would detonate when a throaty growl resounded through him, "Nuh-uh, not until I say so." Her voice was a dirty sing-song that overrode the pressure. He still felt the vacuum sucking away his reason and replacing it with mad pleasure, but release was denied to him.

 

Dozens of minutes passed as the female Tenno moaned lewdly beneath him, his tempo controlled completely by the phases of her lust. Finally her panting and the speed of his thrusts slowed. She reached up to take his head in her hands. The touch felt like she was stroking his brain directly, an unbearable affection boiled through his mind. Sensing her intent rather than knowing it, he activated his teleporter and found himself now under her. She straddled him while rocking her hips lazily. He was sure that if his nerves were exposed to any more pleasure he would expire. "Good body, now cleanse yourself of sin." His muscles instantly went rigid, his whole body seizing up as his hips now thrust under the impetus of a new sensation. The vacuum engulfing his loins reversed and spun impulses through every fiber of his being. His eyes rolled up into his head as a guttural moan escaped him at the same time as the first explosion. Loki's body gave a great spasm that bounced the stalker on his cock before expelling an entire magazine into her. He seized up again as the feeling reloaded, then she bounced on his spasm and was filled further. He could feel a satisfied grin beaming down onto him as fluids surged out of him, into her and overflowing back onto him. Time disappeared as his body exhausted itself entirely.

 

When he regained his senses, he lay in a slowly spreading pile of fluid in the hallway of a Grineer facility. He gingerly began to exercise his muscles as he gazed over his new form. Tendrils of smoky darkness rose from his armor and a thick plate covered his crotch. Behind that plate, he seethed with new purpose.

 

 

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        Her allocated dojo space was small, tight, and dark. That's how Valkyr liked it. The bright lights reminded her too much of the blinding laboratory while the confined room kept her safe. A bed against the wall, far away from the center of the room, another attempt at helping her forget the past of when she was strapped down and tested, mutated and changed. Those prying eyes... that vile toxin they pumped through her... But she was home now, back amongst the Tenno, and they seemed satisfied to have her back. Occasionally a rumor would creep its way to her doorstep, but would vanish soon after. Someone, or some people were looking out for her.

 

        Sealing the door with her handprint she made her way to that incredibly comfy bunk. Using it as support, she knelt down and withdrew a locked box from the darkness beneath and thumbed the lock with a deep seeded excitement. Her goodies, gathered from planets abound, stolen or purchased from merchants since long dead. Brutally murdered, but they were Corpus scum, or Grineer profiteers. Never missed by anyone but Valkyr as she lamented having to hide her secret. Pressing into the lock and letting the satisfying security of an airlock being decompressed, the lip popped open and her treasures lay open for her to consider.

 

        One pair of full wrist shackles with a timed release. Easy to program, when they aren't binding one's arms behind their back. One full-face mask, specially designed for her abominable Warframe's visage, blocking her eye sockets and muffling her cries. Particularly exciting for her as she finds the mixture of lead and steel quite potent at blinding her enhanced sensors. And finally, two large cupped holsters, a brassier of sorts, embedded with powerful vibro-mechanical motors. She had plans for more toys, toys for her ankles, toys for her throat, even ideas on a toy to assist in feeling pleasure from her destroyed lady bits. She swallowed hard as she remembered the torture but with her lap full of gadgets her mind quickly changed topics.

 

        The tit-cups were easy enough to attach, her dexterous arms reaching behind and strapping it tight. Micro-motors ran across the entire bra, with a few powerful ones dominating her sensitive nipple area. It was one of her few sensitive areas, and she needed them to be potent to reach through the thick armor on her chest. Up next was the mask, strapped and buckled and hooked and laced as all the components latched conveniently into the nooks and cranny of her helmet. The lead saucers that covered her eyes did the job well, as darkness consumed her vision. And finally, thick nano-padding covered her mouth-guard, muffling all but the most hysterical screams.

 

        She sat in her room, breathing contently as her hands explored the box for the last part of the puzzle, the part that left her defenseless, helpless. While the breast stimulation would do wonders, she needed to find cuffs and writhe in pleasure, she needed to be held down and used. She was trash, she was filth, and she still hung on that fact. Threading her fingers through the manacles, she weighed them carefully. The timer was solid and she was never in any danger, but... maybe this time, maybe it'd run out of juice, or the timer would hang, and she'd be immobile, and disabled, and completely at the mercy of her toys. Pressing her thighs together, she felt nothing, and that's what drove her further. Rolling her legs up, crossing them in front of her she kicked the box under the bed while pulling her arms behind her.

 

        Snap... The first one ratcheted around her wrists. It wasn't too late to go back, to go without the bondage... But she needed it; she needed to feel as human as a Tenno could, through pleasure, the humanity of lust. Reaching up and pressing the button in the middle of her vibrating bra she activated. It started out slow, torturously, but could easily make her whole body shake as time passed.  Letting out a gentle groan as the gyrations penetrated her bust she turned her hands back behind her and snapped the second wristlock tight. Now, she was defenseless, and weak, at the mercy of her toys and she couldn't be filled with any more joy.

 

        Rolling back against the cold, hard floor, she wiggled gleefully. Her nipples pressed against her chest piece painfully, only amplifying the pleasure from the powerful vibrations pumping through her chest. She was weak inside, she was soft, squ-... What was that? Did her door open? Her heart raced and she pulled herself into a ball. Was she having a bad trip, the darkness was too much... No, something was wr-

 

        "Heh... Looks like the stories were true." A voice! Deep, sultry, followed by the distinct noise of her door closing, and latching. The latch! That noise she missed when she first started her adventure, she should've been more aware. Air swirled across her surface sensors, they were moving about the room as Valkyr was bunched up, resisting the urge to moan. "We rescue you from that hellhole, and you come back and tie yourself up?" It was so familiar, all the Warframe's voices were, but personality changed between the Tenno that piloted them. Cadence and pitch, how their words carry. A tip of a foot jabbed into her side, forcing a stifled squeak out of the Valkyr. "You're quite the disgusting maggot, ain'tcha..."

 

        It was a Saryn, no, it was the Saryn! The one that she was so sure had started much trouble behind her back. Rolling her body open she fought against the manacles trying to burst free and leap at the woman. But, it was futile, and instead she did little more than flail on the ground. "Hah! Mousey can't even get out of her own trap." Her words were particularly laced with toxin, a feat particularly apt for such a vile Warframe. "It's good you've done yourself up like a hog, Valkyr, it'll make the breaking process a bit easier." Breaking? Her mind knew what it meant, but she searched for other meanings. Possible escapes, the timer, dreaded timer. She couldn't help, though, pressing her thighs together in an attempt to discourage the woman's advances. Was... that pleasure?

 

        "Oh you're a squirmy little thing, aren't you..." A hand worked itself across her stomach before rolling the disabled Valkyr into the strong woman's arms. She kicked her legs weakly, such a powerful embrace. She was scared of the woman's plans but she had no way of avoiding them. She was broken in the past, was she going to endure it again? Was this her fate? Being worn in by a senior Tenno? Her mind could only think sexual thoughts, painful ideas of her sex being violated, and her heart raced excitedly at them all.

 

        The Saryn frame took two steps forward, heaving the hefty Valkyr onto the bed with a creak. "It's been a while since I've broken in fresh meat, but you'll be a great addition to my stable." The foul Tenno whispered into Valkyr's ear, before heaving her over, onto her chest. Sliding a hand along her gut and pushing up she angled the detained Tenno's ass up, in the air, neck cocked painfully as her face pressed into the mattress. The way the flexible fabric wrapped around her cheeks, pulling tight between her buns. Saryn would have a full view of everything, even the puffy mound that was so worthless.  The primal Warframe assumed that's where her punishment for forgetfulness would begin, a finger, a fist, she'd be broken, her regenerative Tenno body stretched to its limits. But, it was taking too long, something was amiss... She could feel the Saryn crawling around, repositioning,