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Mass Effect: Vengeance	By : Unaplicable Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 5580 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*SMACK!!*

Gorak’s hand landed hard on Nefeli’s ass.

‘’UNGH!!, Bastard!’’. She shouted more in shock than simple anger, Nefeli bared her teeth in feminine rage. As her heart-shaped ass rippled with lovely malleability beneath is hard palm.

Gorak reposition himself, so his front was facing the asari’s thick and classically feminine S-shaped curves. He took a hard grip on her flaring hourglass left hip, savouring the rich Thessian-scent, the smooth firm feel of her skin and the sweat droplets moisten roll over his cartilage heavy hand. Maintaining his hard grip on the asari’s hip, to keep Nefeli’s wrenching body in place.

‘’Come on asari, give in. No more pain. No more fear. I’ll make sure your crew will be safe”. Gorak’s voice was deep, guttural as he lied. He knew the kett would experiment on the asari, he couldn’t prevent that. It was a shame, however, to have such fine examples of their species that even the most xenophobic batarian regret them being cut apart by the kett. The aliens seemed to be immune to the asari’ charm and figures, surely it would be a waste to condemn such beauty to a gruesome fate. Just to learn what any terminal could provide. Wasn’t it better that she understands and submitted to him?

Tightening his grip until the asari gave a soft whimper and Gorak’s knuckles turned pale-white, Gorak then gave her punishment. Slamming his thick muscular hand in a downward arch onto Nefeli’s perfectly toned buttocks as the asari squirmed, gasped, squealed, and shuddered. Nefeli after keeping her face calm and stoic presentation finally broke down and sobbed form mercy.
By the time Gorak had finished, the asari who had begun as proud and statuesque as any other asari was now scared mess. Nefeli was gasping for breath, sobbing softly, and trembling softly. Her cheeks were fleshed with a hue of purple as her punished ass-cheeks glowed with bruised purple. Tears stream down both cheeks.

Gorak wondered over to a terminal for the shackles, green piping coiled away from the strange device. A series of alien symbols displayed in garish yellow holographic light, had Gorak understood the most basic principles of Tonaizhet then he would have realised the simple release mechanism was displayed before him. Instead the batarian fumbled with the terminal, alternatively swiping his hand through the graphic light, making it flicker across the arches. And inelegantly jamming a finger onto the device. After a few moment of failed attempts did Gorak hear the Matriarch’s mocking laughter. He could feel his frustration and rage boiling up within, ready to flare up like a blaze from red Harsa.

Finally he succeeded, as with a hiss the beautiful asari was dropped from the restrains to collapse on the floor in a sweat drenched mess of hitching curves and gasping breath. For a moment Gorak just admired her body as she struggled to compose herself, the bright flawless blue of her was glistening in the yellow overhead lights, catching the light in countless beads of sweat. Her blue complexion contrasted poorly against the deep green of the panels that formed the ship’s deck.
Gorak approached the asari with an air of slight nervousness, still putting faith into Enkaphalin that flood through her veins. He knew the biotic-suppressing drug would only effect for a limited time, however it was certain to reduce the alien’s abilities with minimal long turn damage. Gorak slid his rough hands from the asari’s flaring hips, to the curves of her narrow waist, he then groped her belly, delighted in the sculpted abs he found. Gorak relished in the smoothness of asari skin, the batarian officer then roamed up to the asari’s breasts. Gorak grunted with pleasure as his hands were filled with full DD-cup breasts that he then possessively squeezed. Gorak crouched over her exhausted body.

‘’Did you ever wonder what happened to your crew, asari?’’. Gorak asked, deliberately trying to provoke a reaction.

Nefeli hissed a few curses that Gorak’s translator couldn’t understand. He punched her, Gorak despised being mock, even in a foreign language. The asari let a breathless cry of pain and he watched a bruise blossomed on her smooth azure complexion.

‘’You know, these aliens, the kett, their not from any nebula within the galactic disc. Their strangers. Unknown and inquisitive, kett like conducting autopsies on other aliens. Now listen asari, there’s plenty of captives here all waiting, either obey Gorak or I’ll put your crew in the front of the line’’. Gorak savoured the look of desperation and hate in the asari’s beautiful blue eyes.

Old eyes, of a centuries old matriarch that had likely fought many battles and dominated many lovers. Yet the beautiful voluptuous asari was bent to his will, it filled Gorak with a surge of misogynistic power. It had always angered him how the asari lawed over other species, they were too arrogant and prideful by half.

Gorak grabbed a handful of thick blue buttock and pulled the asari’ left glute apart, revealing her sleek azure perineum. Taking a closer look, her cunt was smooth like the Thessian irssal blossom gleaming between her thighs. Her pussy lips even smelled like the plant’s honey scent and was a shade of light blue. Gorak took hard hold of her upper muscular thighs and with Nefeli’s exhaustion, managed to spread them to make her ass thrust up in a submissive slave-like manner.

‘’Unngghh!, p-please…’’, was all Nefeli could utter, in a panting gasp.

The batarian didn’t bother to keep spreading the flawless globes of ass-cheeks, or cared to swipe his bulbous head over her sleek cunt to feel her twitch and shudder. Gorak simply thrusted right into her most primal sacred spots.

Nefeli’s squeal of sexual invasion was muffled by the floor as Gorak slammed and hilted the entire length of his batarian cock deep into her tight, hot cunt.

‘’GAAHH!’’, Gorak grunted as his shaft was crushed by the surrounding blistering blue walls of Nefeli’s cunt. The batarian could feel every twitch and clench that her cunt made upon his thick cock, it felt like a burning dry vice that squeezed every inch of Gorak.

For a blissful moment he didn’t move, just enjoyed the feeling as she took hard deep breaths beneath him. ‘’Asari, your so fucking tight, Gaahh!’’.

Suddenly a board sadistic grin spread across Gorak’s blunt ridge countenance, he remembered something he once learned from a pirate, while on patrol in the Terminus Systems. Sinking his hard fingers into the lush overabundant flesh of Nefeli’s behind; Gorak could simply put pressure to certain nerve clusters, in turn stimulated a reflex action in her lower body. The asari’s anus began to convulse uncontrollably on his shaft, this messaged it in a rhythmic way deep in her depths of her twitching ass. It was as pleasurable for Gorak as it was agonising for Nefeli.

‘’Nnnyaaahhh!!, Ard! Ardat!!’’, Nefeli cried, hating herself as she submitted to this alien’s crude methods. A batarian as well. No matter how much she attempted to resist against the torture, Nefeli could feel the twitching rolling pain deep within her bowels slowly overcoming her mental defences. After a few minutes that seemed to last an entirety for the suffering asari, she finally cowed down to the batarian.
‘’Oh Goddess, Please! Please!!, stop! Do what you like with me, just leave my crew’’. Nefeli finally sobbed.
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