Go Speak with the Fleet Master.

Place on her armor, which could barely be called such. She didn't even get a body suit, simply special armor-like pasties that covered her nipples and some of her under boob, a pasty over her crotch, light gloves, light sangheli boots, and a helmet. Your cock was held out like an ever present sword, but so was your quaking ass that so many, even her allies wanted a big piece of.

With her armor, she stepped outside and was immediately greeted by one one of the ship's top cocksleeves, a nude Kig-Yar now prisoner for trying to abandon her post. Her most prominent feature was her ass, bigger than even arbiter in front of her, her body modified to take cocks and nothing more since her dishonor. Her cock was now only a mere seven inches, barely two inches thick even fully erect.

She gasped before immediately turning around and presented herself as expected. Tula wasted no time and speared herself in the cocksleeve's ass, making her squeal as she was lifted upon elite cock, lifted by her small C cup breasts. She was barely 5 feet and was easily carried as the Arbiter moved down the hall, the prisoner hefted on her dick, bouncing and wobbling as Tula strode on, depositing a steady flow of cum into her.

Tula payed no attention to the small stares she received from her fellow covenant members. There was absolutely no need for such embarrassment. That was for the weak.

She immediately made it to the Fleet Master's command quarters. There, was greeted by the sight of her commander in all her nude glory, balls deep within another Kig-Yar prisoner of her own.

As she expected of her twin. Great minds think alike.

"Arbiter," The Fleet master addressed her professionally as she casually ruined thick Kig-Yar fuck meat, "We have much to discuss..."