"Leave the cum Spartan. We have a strip Halo match to finish."

A shudder runs through you. Another Halo session will painfully delay the orgasm you need now more than you've ever needed anything, and yet the idea of proudly wearing his spunk while you play him for a few final rounds is just too exciting.

More importantly, it's an order from your superior. After all, he has a mighty cock, and clearly your current body is built to serve and submit to cocks. It just makes such perfect sense, and the, now tiny, part of your mind that objects to this logic, is clearly just being foolish. Taking his orders just makes you hotter and hotter.

Alex steps back and sits on the bed again. as he stares admiringly at your hot body while you get up from the floor, nearly naked and drenched in his cum.

"Get over here." he says.

"Yes Master Chief, sir." you answer with a little salute, more for an opportunity to savor calling him 'master' than anything else.

Alex grabs a controller and turns the game back on. You pick up the other and sit down next to him on the bed.

"Of course I did take off my clothes while we were between rounds, so it's only fair that if I get the next kill you take those panties off AND I fuck your pussy." Alex adds.

"And what if I win?" you ask, stroking his thigh absent-mindedly.

"Then," he says with a grin, "You still take those panties off, and I'll wear a condom while I fuck your pussy."

This is hot, and you very much want him inside you. On the other hand, if you agree to this and he does beat you then you're almost certainly going to be pregnant. You'll also be stuck in this body forever, though at the moment that seems like it might be more of a pro than a con.