She is completely gone

Less than a minute later and the honor guard is no more. Her body is transformed into a highly feminine but just as deadly combat form and her consciousness is gone forever. Both mind and body are now at the infection form’s disposal, which it instantly begins to get acquainted with.

Going through all the memories and sorting out what’s useful and what not will take awhile, but so far what the infection form knows about the former bodies owner is that her full name was Vusa 'Motum. Before becoming an honor guard she was one of the few female zealots in the attack on the human planet of Reach. Despite that, she played a pivotal role in the attack on multiple human cities and bases on the planet and even managed to take out a demon on one if the raids. This got the attention of more than a few prophets and higher ranked Covenant members within Reach’s invasion ****. After most of the combat was over planetside and the majority of humans either fell back or died defending Reach, the fleet she was part of returned to High Charity and after a few more days and a commendation or two, Vusa was offered the prestigious position of honor guard. More memories and useful information will come overtime but this is what the infection form knows now.

In terms of body, the majority of Vusa’s form fitting yet flexible techsuit remains on and undamaged, yet the suit at the right arm has torn a few spots at the shoulder and only gets worse the further down the arm, which now ends in whip like appendages that cover the hand and a good portion of the lower arm. Vusa’s hide changed color a bit from its black to a more sickly yellow-brown. The infection form has pushed the head back and aside while it resides in between the neck and the upper chest with its sensory stalks and some of its front protruding out. The head itself is pushed back and twisted unnaturally, with the mandibles splayed open and the eye irises changed color from a tan to a greenish yellow. The armor on the legs down that she was wearing before infection remain on and unchanged. Everything else about the body is left alone for the time being but can be changed later on.

The infection form, or Vusa now, stands up slowly and steadily from the floor with her new body. There is some time to get adjusted to the new body so its best to be using the time available for just that. She walks around the room slowly while moving her other limbs and body parts as well. Everything seems fine and in complete control at first, yet the more she moves the more apparent it is that something is off. The tightness of the skinsuit, while not uncomfortable, is rubbing against her breasts and other sensitive areas on the body. While it is extremely distracting from the task at hand it...feels nice. Great even. Pleasurable little shocks move along her body whenever she moves a certain way that causes the suit to rub onto her sensitive breasts or graze her steadily moistening mound. She tries to ignore it but it gets only worse, especially when the nipple buds poke out to the point where they are visibly poking through the suit . At this point Vusa is panting heavily, airborne flood spores coming out of the open maw twisted behind her, and collapses onto the bed. She was in the middle of wondering how the host before handled that sensation all day when the memories started flooding in. Turns out she wore the tighter than average techsuit on purpose.

Memories of constantly trying to seduce another sangheili male within her honor guard unit started to flood in and became so overwhelming it was impossible to concentrate. The courting and other moments involving that male, the masturbation sessions that brought the host to sexual bliss, the long awaited mind shattering sex between the host and the male she longed after, and many more enticing moments were Vusa’s only focus at that point. Small moans were coming out of Vusa’s mouth at that point and her hands began to travel upwards to her chest. The infection form was entranced by the memories swimming around it’s mind which in turn influenced it’s thoughts, priorities, and Vusa’s current bodily movements. A sharp gasp was created when her hands hit her full techsuit encased breasts, creating a shock of pleasure that put a momentary pause to the infected sangheili’s movements. She heaved her breasts up and down for the first minute or so, enjoying the warmth that her hands produced being radiated onto her chest. Then she began to fully message and grope both of the gorgeous mounds on her chest, kneading all over the soft yet firm flesh to the point that open moans and groans replaced the heavy panting that filled the room not too long ago. The damp spot in between her legs was getting larger and wetter the longer the attack on her breasts went. Her vaginal lips now slick with moisture creating a new yet definitely not unwelcomed sensation that was all too enticing to indulge on. Yet should she?

Vusa, despite wanting to explore more, still had a job to do and the risk of being caught or interrupted if she went further was also a major concern. She had to delve deeper into the lust, want, and need that she is now experiencing, it’s just too good to pass up the chance to do so.