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The Justicar's Dog of War	By : Doirly_No Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 55028 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Sorry for the long delay, but this chapter kind of got away from me and ended being way longer than I planned... Like fifty pages longer than I planned. Who knew a 10-way orgy could be so complicated :p
"What are you grinning at?" Liara asked the woman sitting beside her in the back of the rental skycar.
Eyes still glued to her omni-tool and by extension e-mail, Shepard responded, "Joker. He's offered to come pick us up. Though, if we weren't ready to leave yet he'd be more than willing to wait and hang out on the station with us."
From the front seat Kelly twisted around to ask, "How is he doing?"
"Just fine. They have the Normandy running missions throughout annexed space. Mostly recon, though they have done a few strikes against Hegemony strongholds." As she continued scanning through messages she came across another that caused her to comment, "Looks like Tali is having trouble finding her planet legs. Misses the hum of engines, hates constantly scrubbing the dust out of her suit and apparently weather is highly overrated. She's been woken up more than once by the sound of the wind, thinking it was some kind of wild animal. Hope it's just a phase like her homesickness."
The younger woman followed up, "So have you been keeping in touch with everyone?"
"Ever since I reconnected with Liara." Shepard rubbed the blue leg beside her then exchanged an affectionate look with its owner. "She made me realize how much I missed everyone. Speaking of which, that now includes you Yeoman Chambers. So I will be expecting regular reports."
"Aye aye, Commander," Kelly said with a salute.
"I've been getting a number of messages as well," Liara mentioned. "Most eventually inquiring on whether we are together and for how long."
"But you two weren't together on the Normandy right?" the redhead just couldn't stop herself from probing. "How about Samara?"
"Our relationship began fairly recently," the driving matriarch answered.
"Then who were you with?"
"What do you mean?" Shepard's focus was still primarily with her inbox.
"You know..." Kelly tried to lead, but was not followed. "Didn't you have a girlfriend or boyfriend?"
"Not since the academy." A few silent seconds past before the former marine absentmindedly added, "Hadn't talked to her in years. She didn't survive the war."
Liara quietly asked, "What did you do the night before the attack on Earth?"
"Made my final preparations, updated my will then took my meds early and went to bed."
The maiden's voice hesitated, "Meds?"
"Yeah, couldn't get to sleep without some help. Then there were also the pills for my migraines, heartburn, chest pains, ulcers and... umm..." Shepard thought nothing of the list, having lived with it for so long. "Depression, anxiety, panic attacks, there was the one that prevented my liver from imploding from all the other pills and then there were the painkillers, but I didn't always need those. Haven't needed any of them since the end of the war. Doctors aren't... Oh, we're here! This is going to be great!"
The instant the rented skycar touched down in a gap in The Pearl's roof the canopy opened and Shepard popped out, leaving three contemplating companions in her wake. Expecting a lavish entryway festooned with garish plants, fountains and art she was surprised to have landed at a dreary loading dock. She turned around to face a similarly drab door only differentiated by the list of names next to it; Nakmor Scipp Breka’Siris "Hawke" nar Shellen, Merrill’Sabrae vas Pearl and Naishe "Isabela" Rivaini. Suddenly her own seemed rather plain.
A few steps from the door a hoodie adorned Shepard noticed no one else had left the car. A glance back was all it took to dislodge the younger asari. If not for the downtrodden look on the maiden's face she would have enjoyed watching the shapely alien in the tight maroon dress approach. Having already started to lord her position of power over the others, none of her foursome was still in their arena leotards. She much preferred seeing Liara and Kelly in short skirts, so made them both change. Samara would have been quite the sight as well, but giving the matriarch an order hadn't entered her mind. So the elder alien had chosen her own casual outfit, even though she would have gladly worn whatever the woman wished.
As soon as one was within range Shepard reached out to grab a blue hand. "You okay? Nervous? You don't have to do anything you don't want. Heck, I'll make sure things stay low key if you want."
"That's alright," Liara replied, trying to put the heartbreaking revelation she had just heard out of her mind. "I doubt you could help yourself anyway."
"For you I could," the woman assured, gently stroking the young crest. "So, you're not still mad about my teasing and over that whole Mako thing, right?"
The maiden's jaw tightened reflexively upon hearing the 'M' word, "You nearly got me killed."
"Like that was the only time I nearly got you killed. Remember our little drive on Illium?"
Liara giggled, "Yes that was quite terrifying as well. Though Grunt did seem to enjoy himself."
"In any case, I promise to go easy on you."
"I don't need any special favors," the maiden scoffed.
"Excellent." Shepard stole a quick kiss and headed for the door. "I'll see if they have a corset and a butt plug."
It took a moment for that to sink in and Liara to exclaim, "What!? No, goddess no!"
By then Samara had caught up, Kelly on her arm. A few reassuring words had cured the redhead's ills. The matriarch however could not get over the thought of the one she loved so dearly suffering through so much alone. She dwelled on the mental image of Shepard in her cabin the night before the Omega 4 Relay or Earth, knowing failure would doom the galaxy and death was the most likely outcome; constant stress and perpetual combat slowly tearing the soldier's body down. Such torture endured in solitude.
"Do none of you want to do this?" Shepard's question broke the elder asari from her reflection. "I don't want to force anyone into anything they're uncomfortable with."
Samara quickly stepped forward with a kiss and, "It would not be fair to deny the victor her prize."
"You're all sure?" With a round of nods her doubts faded and slapped the big, green button in the middle of the door, "Alright, let's get this party started."
After a minute the constantly rambling Merrill appeared to greet, "Hi! We're all set, though wait... You aren't wearing your arena clothes."
"Well, we are the winning team," Shepard remarked as they stepped into a surprisingly bare hallway.
"But this was an individual game and I was the one who helped you. I was on your team wasn't I?"
"Sorry Merrill, you're going to be joining the others."
The always agreeable quarian just shrugged, "I can't do much though."
"Do you have a nerve-stim program?"
"Yep, Hawke got me the best money could buy shortly after we started dating. Our third date actually. I wanted to try this one thing, but my old nerve-stim didn't have dildo support..." Merrill's mouth had again outrun her brain and once she realized that she attempted to retract, "I mean, I do... and nothing else."
As she did all she could to suppress the giggles Shepard raised her omni-tool to transfer a file. "Here use these settings."
"What will they do?" the alien asked nervously as she looked through the file.
"No need to worry, all it will do is give you a good time. Besides, Hawke and Isabela will be right there with you."
"That's true," Merrill continued proving herself immanently pliable. "Alright, this way then."
Originally built to be a high-end electronics store the space now occupied by The Pearl came with a fairly large warehouse which Hawke, counter to everyone's advice, turned into an apartment. So rather than some lavish foyer the entryway was just a refurbished corridor adorned with floor plants and pieces of fine art from Earth. It was stylishly appointed so obviously the socialite had nothing to do with decorating it. Left lead to the dining room, study and other pristine areas suitable to entertaining guests and throwing fancy parties. This evening's party was not of the fancy variety, so the quarian led the foursome down the stairs to the right, where the socialite and her mates actually lived.
The door opened to what once was the main warehouse and Hawke's eclectic influence was immediately apparent. The high ceiling had been given a vaulted facade making it resemble an old cathedral, while the floor had been largely removed to make room for a pool; hot tub, fake stone waterfall, diving board and slide included. Rather than lawn furniture and sun loungers the water was surrounded by sofas and armchairs like some odd amalgamation of a den and backyard. Confusing things even further was the area to the far left differentiated by a lower roof, the height of the walls dropping from three floors to one that seemed to be the entertainment center. There were arcade games, a full service bar with a nice buffet spread across it, and a small stage complete with pole.
Shepard nudged Liara, "Too bad Samantha isn't here."
"Oh, is that a Kepesh-Yakshi table?"
"I was talking about the stripper pole."
The young scientist just shook her head, "Of course you were."
Shepard turned to the small gathering of women dressed in purple leotards of differing designs, "Alright ladies, lineup in front of that long couch there."
Five of them did as they were told with various levels of enthusiasm. Merrill needed an extra little shove to get her to join her friends. Her enviro-suit usually precluded her from such activities so didn't think to move. The quarian happily took the spot at the far right next to a blasé Tallis who was more than used to casual encounters; Isabela wasn't the only dancer she 'fluffed'. The one that spread the rumors of the drell's talented tongue through the dressing room was the next in line, looking extremely eager with her large bust thrust out. On the buxom stripper's other flank was a slouching Hawke, cheeks and loins burning, unsure whether she should be embarrassed or excited. Her newest mate on the other hand knew exactly which side her emotions were on. Aveline was firmly embarrassed, but hid it well as she held her strong chin high and back straight. Finally, there was Bethany who was doing a little too good of a job using fantasy to distract from her nerves. A dreamy smile had crossed her cheeks as she thought of her childhood friend sitting on her face while the other two asari in the room jostled between her legs to be the one to pleasure her.
After sizing them up for a moment Shepard ordered, "Now turn around."
Never had any of the former Normandy crew seen such an amazing and diverse collection of bums. There was the decidedly feminine swell of Bethany and Isabela. While the maiden's maillot provided a fair amount of modesty it also served to highlight how tense she was, her puckered cheeks seemed intent on pulling every inch of available fabric between them. The stripper on the other hand was completely relaxed and had even adjusted her bottoms since the game to completely expose her luscious, tan haunches. At the other end of the spectrum, despite the size difference, were the androgynous delights of Aveline and Hawke with their trim hips and firm backsides. The ginger soldier nervously shifting her weight back and forth unknowingly demonstrated the power contained in her meaty buttocks, the leotard ending just under them doing little to conceal the flex of her muscles. This contrasted nicely with the thong wearing tight, blue bum next-door. Then there was the exotic draw of the more alien posteriors of Tallis and Merrill. Finding out how the mostly red scales of the drell's athletic tush felt was an enticing thought. Finally, at the end of the line was an example of the near perfection that was a quarian ass; though not quite the complete perfection of Tali's.
"So, who wants to pick first?" Shepard asked her companions, though they had already made much of their plans on the way over.
"Age before beauty," a joke Liara had only first heard four months prior.
Still the former commander couldn't help rolling her eyes at the young doctor, "After you ma'aaa, Samara."
"Thank you," said with a slight nod and wry grin.
The ancient alien considered her options for a moment before casually sauntering over to the nervous maiden on the end. Slowly she ran a pair of fingers along her junior's spine all the way down and between the tense cheeks, causing a visible shiver the entire way. To the young asari's disappointed Samara moved on with a parting caress to the fanny. The next woman got more attention as she just had to feel the large glutes of the ginger vanguard; so she paused to knead and massage them with both hands for a number of languished seconds. Just as Aveline started to give in the matriarch gave a double pat and slipped over to Hawke, who only got a nail traced across her shoulders on the way to Isabela. She gave the stripper a sharp slap on the ass then dug deeply into the crux of the dark thighs until there was a low moan, but that too was only a tease. Rather she came to a complete stop behind the drell.
Nothing happened for several tense seconds then arms wrapped around the athlete's wiry torso and a whisper entered her ear, "I believe I will take you."
A curl twitched the edges of Tallis's lips, she had been chosen first. Given the competition she expected to be picked last if at all since Shepard had brought just three other people along. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. Plus, she couldn't be happier it was the elegant matriarch who wanted her. Not only was Samara one of the most beautiful creatures she had ever seen, but also the wisest and she couldn't respect the ancient, blue alien anymore. So she had no regrets surrendering completely to the experienced fingers running along her ribs.
Samara's touch teased around the drell's midsection for half a minute before her hands rose to hook the shoulder straps of the leotard. Without much delay she pulled the spandex like material down, not stopping until the purple fabric fell from leathery hips and pooled on the floor. She stepped in closer again and snaked an arm around the scaly body. Her digits dipped to the crux of Tallis's legs, but the cleft she sought was not immediately apparent. The crotch was as smooth as a doll. After a short, pleasant search the pads of her fingers found a thin crease that she gently traced her nail along.
"You are going to have to open up, dear," the matriarch whispered.
Muscles relaxed and the scales parted to reveal the soft tissue beneath. Blue fingers pushed in as soon as they felt an opening. Samara easily sunk a pair of digits two knuckles deep in familiar heat despite the external differences. Also familiar were the mewls and moans she was able to extract from her new, young friend. She trailed kisses along the nap of the drell's neck, but noticed little reaction and realized she'd need to be more forceful with her ministrations so bit into a pronounced shoulder tendon. That got the quiver she wanted, though she could not fully commit quite yet.
Samara reached over to undo the zipper running down Merrill's back. "Take that uniform off and activate you nerve-stim; with the settings Shepard gave you."
Merrill slipped off the purple leotard, leaving her no nuder. Not knowing what to expect exactly she entered the command into her omni-tool. A squeal erupted from the quarian as her nerve-stim mimicked everything being done to Tallis, including the pair of fingers playing through her folds. Then the teeth buried in her neck. To avoid confusion and interference the program had focused her suit's sensors on drell physiology, so anything done to her leathery friend would also be done to her.
As Samara began to pleasure two aliens for the price of one Shepard asked, "Who'd like to pick next?"
"Age before beauty," Kelly repeated the joke.
This time the former commander found it amusing and chuckled, "Go ahead Liara."
Teasing was not the maiden's forte so she didn't bother trying and went straight for her intended target, having to get on her tiptoes to quietly ask, "Do you mind if I chose you?"
After swallowing the lump in her throat Aveline whispered, "That's fine."
The giggling radiating from the maiden next to them was silenced by a sharp swat on the ass and order, "Eyes forward."
Begrudgingly Hawk did as she was told, leaving Liara to focus her attention on flipping the long red braid out of the way of the broad back in front of her. She may have been developing a type; overtly-strong, well-built former marines, though she did have fond memories of the soft curves of Specialist Traynor. Her thoughts drifted to the nights she spent with Samantha as she began undoing the zipper, but quickly banished them when she saw magnificently defined muscles between separating teeth. When the slider reached the bottom she smoothed her palm along the rippling expanse of pale flesh left exposed and marveled at the power she could feel contained just beneath the surface.
Wanting to see more of the sculpted body Liara brushed the leotard from Aveline's shoulders; who was thoughtful enough to pull her arms out. The purple fabric fell to dangle from the ginger's trim waist, leaving the blue hands wrapping around from behind unimpeded access to everything higher. The asari luxuriated in dragging her fingertips over the iron hard abs as she rubbed her cheek against soft, red hair. It took over a minute for the maiden to tire of feeling the rows of perfectly shaped muscles and reach up to cup the pair of small breasts capped by sensitive, pink tips. She got so absorbed in groping them that she absentmindedly began to grind into the firm backside she was pressed against.
When both blue hands disappear down the front of the large redhead's leotard Shepard nudged the smaller one standing beside her. Kelly nearly leapt out of her skin; she was enraptured by the scenes playing out in front of her. Then with hesitant steps she shuffled toward Bethany; her former commander had specific plans for the other two. Slowly she reached out to touch the daydreaming maiden on the end, who also was caught off guard and jumped back to reality like the former yeoman had moments before.
Kelly whispered so only her chosen partner could hear, "You don't mind me being the one to... uh... you know?"
"I don't," Bethany replied, keeping the conversation just between them.
"Well, do you mind..." the young woman nervously started to ask. "Can I kiss you?"
"I would like that," the maiden said shyly and began to swivel.
But Kelly quickly stopped her, "You can't turn around."
"Oh, okay."
Bethany twisted her neck to meet the human's lips just over her left shoulder. Delicate fingers lightly settled on the bare portions of her hips, uneasy to go any further. The maiden had worked herself up with her vivid imagination, becoming more than a little eager and deepened the kiss. That didn't seem to be enough encouragement for the bashful redhead so she covered Kelly's hands with her own and began to guide them to more intimate places. It took a couple minutes but eventually the hint was taken; after a sudden rush of movement a firm grip was taken of her ample bust.
Once given a clear okay Kelly finally grew adventurous and tightly squeezed the magnificent mounds more than filling her hands. She didn't realize they could get so big without surgical help. The back problems must have been awful, but the maiden's lovers must have adored them. It took a minute too long, but eventually she figured out she could be feeling them unencumbered. She broke away from the kiss for a second to quickly yank Bethany's zipper down then tug the shoulder straps off. Just as eager the young asari helped her by shimmying out of the leotard. In a flash she returned to mauling the abundance malleable flesh, hard nipples stabbing her palms.
A small grin crept across Hawke's lips; it was her turn and there was only one person left. She was positive the mighty hero would choose her. Sure she didn't have boobs like Isabela or Bethany, or the athletic build of Aveline or Tallis, but her tight, little form had its charms. All her lovers said so. Though, Merrill would probably have her beat in that category if not for the enviro-suit. She was overjoyed they found a way to get her love involved, the not-so-innocent quarian had wanted so badly to participate and worried that wouldn't be impossible. That didn't matter much to the maiden at that moment though; what did was soon she would be getting fondled by the hands that saved the galaxy. Speaking of which, what was taking Shepard so long? Listening to the moans all around her was making her awful antsy.
After far too long for the maiden's taste she finally felt a hand cup her bottom and heard a voice breath, "I told you this would be mine."
Hawke was distracted from her response by Aveline being shoved forward to kneel on the couch beside her, arms braced against the backrest. This time no one stopped her from looking over to watch the younger maiden pull down her newest mate's leotard, exposing the human's big, pale butt. One of Liara's hands was buried between thick, freckled thighs as the other hiked up her maroon dress enough to free a long, purple strap-on. Blue fingers stroked the shaft, spreading the lubricant dripping from the tip along its entire length. Further over a similar scene was playing out as the socialite's childhood friend was being bent over by the other redhead in the room. Her own situation returned to the forefront with a gasp when the shoulder straps of her leotard were yanked down to her waist.
As strong hands settled over her pert breasts a chin rested on her shoulder. "These are quite cute."
The perky maiden only sighed and surrendered into the touch as a response. Suddenly a chorus of moans, groans and grunts poured over her, quickly accompanied by wet slaps. Each of her friends had been filled, or in one case, had the feeling simulated. Calloused fingers showed surprising gentleness as they played with puffy, purple nipples. Maybe losing the bet wasn't such a bad thing after all. When the hands slipped from her chest to trace along her ribcage Hawke was momentarily disappointed, but the slight shove changed her attitude. So with a smile she took her place on the couch alongside the others.
Knees sunk into the plush cushions, arms braced against the backrest; Hawke was ready for the fun to begin. She doubted she'd need too much warming up, her wetness threatened to start running down her thighs. As her excited anticipation grew so too did the absentminded wiggle of her hips. Then all of a sudden a weight impacted beside her. She looked back over her shoulder in time to see Shepard pulling down Isabela's bikini bottoms.
"Eyes front girlie," Shepard ordered.
Hawke did quite the opposite and sat back on her booted heels. "But..."
The human quickly cut in, "But nothing. Put your chin on the back of the couch and don't move."
"Fine," Hawke whined.
It was pretty obvious that they had to go easy on the spoiled socialite, so Shepard didn't do any of the taunting or teasing she was dying to. Instead she had to settle for putting all her attention on the shapely stripper bent over in front of her; never had she suffered so. Not wanting to delay further she quickly opened her hoodie and undid her fly. With deft fingers she slipped her strap-on out though the zipper while keeping her trousers on. Much like her companions she shed as little as possible. Kelly being the only one to take anything off; her skirt after it got in the way once too often, though the former yeoman still had some cover as her toy was attached to a full harness, that was of course pink.
As Shepard coated the shaft of her neon-green cock with the lubrication oozing from the tip she dipped her fingers into Isabela's tight heat. Finding more than enough moisture on the excited folds she barely paused before pressing the head of her toy to the dancer's entrance. She easily pushed inside, eliciting a growling moan from the one being penetrated. Within a few smooth strokes she had hilted her new appendage. She ground her hips into the full, olive rear as her hands decided on what to hold, but before she could something touched her lower back.
Shepard turned to meet the crystal eyes of the matriarch standing beside her. Amused grins passed between them then they simultaneously leaned in to share a brief kiss. That little bit of tenderness jump started her hips and she began slowly fucking her trophy. The leisurely pace did not last long, for as soon as the lip lock ended her thrusts gained a relentless momentum and her hands went in search of something to hold. Not yet having a leash, the former marine improvised. She gathered as many raven tresses as possible to wrap around her fist and pulled Isabela's head back. Each time any amount of green left pink she gave a tug to put it right back in.
By contrast, Samara used long, methodic strokes to meticulously stimulate every nerve in Tallis's tight channel, which she could do flawlessly by initiating an extremely shallow meld. Though the drell's pleasure wasn't the only one she was responsible for, complicating the task, but not enough to phase the centuries old asari. Maintaining a second superficial joining was not too great a strain. The real challenge came from making sure both aliens were excited by the touch she could give to only one. It was too bad the only physical connection she could make with the petite quarian was to rest a hand on the small of Merrill's back.
At the opposite end of the line Kelly was able to fully enjoy the body of her partner as she humped. She had one set of fingers wrapped around a massive, blue breast, amazed how far they had to stretch without even capturing the entire mammary. While two more digits were between Bethany's thighs stimulating the maiden's clitoris. And even though she wasn't sure it was doing any good, the young redhead was also sucking on the tips of the asari's fronds.
Aveline wasn't getting quite the same level of attention and had to play with her sensitive nub herself. The maiden pumping into her was too enraptured by how her bulging muscles strained beneath her sweat drenched skin. The blue hands running over her body couldn't seem to decide where they wanted to settle. For awhile they tightly gripped her hips to better control the tempo, but they soon got antsy and tried something new. Fingernails were then raked down her back a few times before they sunk into the swell of her hard ass. Still, Liara was doing an inadvertently good job pushing her buttons and building her climax.
Passionate pleas, ecstatic moans and curses in four different languages filled the air as the sofa quaked under the five undulating bodies. The sixth was not having quite as much fun. A very pouty Hawke had her arms hanging over the back of the couch trying her best to ignore what was happening around her. Made all the more difficult when orgasmic cries began pelting her ears. Her old pal Bethany succumbed first muffling her moans in the cushions, too embarrassed to raise her voice too high. Isabela was not and yelled her bliss to the heavens. Less than a minute later Samara somehow managed to bring both Merrill and Tallis to the summit within seconds of each other. It was not long after that the always in control Aveline shuttered and collapsed with merely a satisfied grunt.
Hawke's purposeful ignorance was so successful she didn't immediately notice her compatriots had all found their release and she wasn't given a chance to. Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her from the couch. Before she really knew what was happening she found herself sitting on the carpet with a great view of four dripping, well-used sexes. If only she could see Merrill's as well. Her mind didn't drift too far for quickly two trouser legs and one glistening shaft filled her view.
"Your girls made a mess of our cocks," Shepard said smugly while looking down upon the kneeling maiden.
"Our?" Hawke whispered and glanced around to notice she was surrounded.
As she gently caressed the top of the asari's crest the human suggested, "A good hostess would help us clean up."
"Should I get a towel?" the maiden gulped.
"It wouldn't do you much good since you aren't allowed to use your hands," Shepard said, running the wet shaft of her toy along a blue-grey cheek.
Seeing no way out of it Hawke turned her head to capture the green cock with wide open lips. She readjusted her position to better take the strap-on into her mouth, a very familiar flavor coating her tongue. It had been quite awhile since anyone had made her do such a thing, the same anyone who's cum now stained the side of her face, and it took some getting used to. Thankfully the owner of the shaft pressing further and further inside was not terribly demanding and allowed her to set the pace. She hesitantly took several shallow sucks, going a little further each time, and then after pulling away completely to take an extra deep breath she began to bob on the fake dick. Doing a fine job, she thought.
The woman on the receiving end had other ideas, "Is that it? Just a few inches."
The sucking asari was about to back off to say something, but fingers at the back of her crest kept the cock in her mouth. So all Hawke could do was look up with her lips lewdly stretched around the phallus. Reflexively her hands rose to brace against the human's hips to prevent any unwanted penetration. Not that there was any actually threat of that.
"Come on, you can do better," Shepard challenged then touched a nail three inches further down the shaft. "Touch your nose to my finger."
It took a couple seconds before Hawke rose higher on her knees to get a better angle. Isabela had once tried to give her some pointers, but just the once as she didn't see the point in learning. So she tried opening her throat and tempted forward. The first inch wasn't too bad, though it strained her jaw, as the next slipped between her lips tears began to dam along her lids. Halfway through the last the water broke and trickled down her cheeks. By the time her nose finally touched the human's digit her gag reflex was threatening surrender.
"Good girl," the former commander patronized as she removed her finger. "Now let's see if you can reach the button of my fly."
Hawke immediately pulled away, a mixture a spit and cum running down her chin, before breathlessly protesting, "My mouth isn't that big."
"Alright, then let's see if this one fits your little mouth any better."
The fingers gripping her crest turned Hawke around to point her toward the erect maroon strap-on projecting from between firm, blue thighs; Samara had shed her pants while awaiting her turn. The kneeling maiden gave pause, unsure about being so intimate with one of her own kind. She wasn't given much time to dwell, the hand on the back of her head insistently pushed her toward the looming cock approached. So suppressing any further thought she let her mouth fall open and the shaft slide in. This time she was allowed little control.
The matriarch took hold of Hawke's head with both hands, adding to the human's that still grasped the back of her crest. At least this fake dick was noticeably thinner and shorter. All she could then do was to try her best to stay relaxed as the shaft slickened by drell juices was slowly pushed into her mouth. It didn't go too deeply before being dragged out at an equally languished rate, causing her lips to flare along the shaft. Thankfully for her Samara had no interest in testing her gag reflex any further and proceeded to fuck her face with quick, shallow thrusts.
Not knowing exactly what to do with her hands the young asari at the center of attention placed them on the ancient thighs in front of her, but not for long. Something wet and hard pressed against her already spoiled cheek. Reflexively she reached up to see what was poking her, though she should have been able to guess. Immediately her fingers were guided to wrap around then stroke the pink cock coated with her childhood friend's cum. She may not have done the best job of cleaning it, but was doing an excellent job of pleasuring the red haired human it was attached to. The sensitivity settings of all four of the toys had been ratcheted up a couple notches since coming to surround her.
Inevitably the last cock sought out attention and Hawke reached to stroke that one too, but her hand was gently knocked away. Instead she felt the slick shaft swipe across her unsoiled cheek then dip to wipe the top underneath her chin, thoroughly coating most of her face in wetness. It was hard to notice though as most of her attention was consumed by the strap-on pumping in and out of her mouth. She had adjusted enough to the sensation to attempt to take a more active role; occasionally sucking or using her tongue.
Just as Hawke was beginning to find some enjoyment she heard a lilting cry and the matriarch's hands left her head. The pink dick she was stroking jerked and several warm spurts struck the side of her head around, and in, her ear. A few even arched high enough to land on top of her crest. Before the last ribbon hit she saw the blue abs filling her field of vision flex and the cock in her mouth lurched. She tried to retreat, but the human behind her prevented her just long enough for her oral cavity to be painted by cum. Samara's orgasm wasn't over before she pulled away however so more shots of feminine juices were added to the mess on her face.
As she always did, Hawke swallowed, but was not given a reprieve. When her gulp finished a purple cock came into view. No hesitation; she immediately grabbed it and guided it to her mouth. She still wasn't exactly experienced so didn't think to do anything with her fingers except wrap them around the base. Her head began to bob, sucking until her cheeks hollowed. Liara didn't last long and soon the kneeling asari got another injection between her lips. This time she was more successful hanging in, easily taking the ejaculation, but miscalculated and pulled away a little too soon. A pair of late spurts streaked along her jaw. Then after catching her breath for a moment she felt a toe tap her behind.
"Turn around," Shepard gently ordered, though when she saw the messy maiden lean in with a wide open mouth added, "Hold on, just stay there."
After watching the green dick inches from her face get jerked off a few times Hawke asked, "What should I do then?"
"Give me a nice target."
Noticing the former commander was aiming low the young asari cupped her pert breasts, lifting and pushing them together. Inadvertently, she spread the lurid sheen on her fingers across her bust as she presented it. She really couldn't produce that much cleavage, but size wasn't everything and her tight, lithe features had plenty of appeal; especially as they dripped with the combined excretions of seven different women, soon eight. Shepard tensed and a series of searing spurts struck her chest from her thin throat to puffy nipples. It felt like there wasn't a square inch left on her body that hadn't been soiled, which wasn't as unpleasant a sensation as she would have thought.
After a few moments to recover a small voice asked, "Could you please step aside for a second Ms Shepard?"
The proceeding click immediately got Hawke's attention, "What did you just do?"
"Nothing," Merrill replied innocently.
"Did you just take a picture?" the glistening asari accused as she began to stand.
"I did, but don't worry. I only got the others from the waist down."
"I don't care about that!" back to her feet.
"You don't?" the quarian's head cocked to the side. "I thought Shepard's anonymity was important."
"Delete that picture Merrill."
"But... Why? I won't show it to anyone."
Isabela saw an opening, "Can I get a copy, Kitten?"
"Sure," her fingers already heading for her omni-tool.
"Come here Merrill," the pissed off asari curled a finger at her bondmate.
"No," the petite quarian backed away. "You look kind of scary."
Just as the half naked maiden readied to lunge a strong arm wrapped around her middle and she was hauled up onto a broad shoulder. "Come on Hawke. Let's clean you off."
"What!?" she exclaimed, her legs flailing wildly when she noticed where she was being carried. "No wait!"
Shepard hurled the little maiden into the pool then turned to announce to the rest of the group, "Alright, the bet's been paid. The degrading part of the evening is over and everyone is free to do what they want; with the exception of my trophy there. So, let's have some fun!"
Bethany immediately took the opportunity to excuse herself. To expedite her departure she didn't even bother attempting to rezip her leotard, rather she just pulled it up enough to cover her rear and clutched the top to her bust. She wanted to clean off a bit and change into the set of clothes she brought; she lived in the housing tower and couldn't walk its halls in something so embarrassing even if other residence often milled about in far less. Really though, she just needed a moment to gather herself and not only because of the intense orgasm she was still partially in the afterglow of. What flummoxed her was what happened after she climaxed and what her climax was then used for.
Scurrying down the hall toward the master bedroom, where she had left her clothes, Bethany's mind could not leave the image of her long time crush glistening in a sheen that had partially come from her. Her juices had been smeared over Hawke's hand and face. Then more, as the blue-grey maiden had used those wet fingers to gently cup a cute, perky breast; some of the facial had even dripped onto a trim shoulder. If that wasn't enough her childhood friend had knelt before two other asari pleasuring them orally with that pouty, little mouth. No, she couldn't think that way.
Once in the bedroom alone Bethany violently shook her head as if her thoughts and emotions might go flying out her ears. Almost two and a half centuries had taught her that this just wasn't an option, though she had never seen her best friend be so intimate with another asari. She had accidently walked in on a number of other intimate encounters, especially since Isabela showed up. Maybe it was a way for her to open the door. She launched a frustrated scream from her lungs and flung her leotard onto the massive bed saturated by pillows; it wasn't actually Hawke's room that was down the hall further, this was just the central sleeping chambers. Long ago it had been nicknamed the sex-room, a moniker which its owner hated.
Not helping Hawke's arguments against the nickname was the connecting bathroom, centered on a spacious hot tub, which the curvaceous accountant was going to use to freshen up. Completely nude Bethany entered the shower and activated the quick cleanse setting. A couple brief sprits of water moistened her entire body then a puff of air dried her. She still felt the need to use a towel between her legs, but even with that it only took a minute. Before leaving she quickly threw on her halter-top and long skirt, skipping on shoes. By the time she reentered the pool area she had almost reburied her feelings. Though, she hadn't quite finished before being ambushed.
"Hi," was nervously ventured as soon as the busty maiden popped through the door.
Bethany jumped a little, but still managed, "Oh hello, Kelly. It is Kelly right?"
"Yeah, and you're Bethany, right?" a nod was enough of an answer. "Be kind of awkward not to know each other's names after... well... you know. Still, we didn't get to talk much before and was wondering if you'd like to now."
"That would be nice," the young asari smiled.
Before anything could further develop a white blur bolted by followed closely by a dripping Hawke yelling, "Get back here Merrill! You are not keeping that picture!"
"No, it's mine!" The quarian just kept on running.
Bethany's longing look at the leotard clad maiden's thong adorn hind-end did not go unnoticed by the nosy psychologist, "So, how long have you known Hawke?"
"Since I was nine," she absentmindedly replied.
"Wow, that's amazing, having a friend for so long," After a couple breaths Kelly asked, "And how long have you loved her?"
"Since I was fourteen," only snapping back to reality after her sentence had ended. "I mean..."
The redhead raised a hand to stop the coming Merrill impression. "No need to be embarrassed, I think it's sweet. Are the taboos about two asari being together really so great you'd have to keep it a secret for so long?"
Bethany's shoulders collapsed as she exhaled, "No, relationships are common, but most just consider it a phase to grow out of. The stigma is more about procreating and even then most of it is put on the child."
"Then why haven't you told her?" The pair strolled over to a table by itself on the other side of the false rock facade that bordered the half of the pool furthest from the arcade area.
"A lot of reasons..." the conversation about unrequited love began.
The chat momentarily paused when a raging Aveline came bursting in, "Hawke!"
Apparently the giant ginger had the same thought as Bethany and had temporarily excused herself to freshen up. The difference was she hadn't brought another set of clothes, trusting the promise of the maiden she loved to provide some for her; an obvious mistake upon further reflection. In the room that would be hers once she moved in she found a complete outfit of socks, boots, shorts, underwear and a top that somehow was more revealing than what she had on before. For a moment she had considered not changing out of her leotard, but she'd feel too gross keeping it on. Sweat, amongst other bodily fluids, had thoroughly stained much of it. Plus on closer inspection she realized a large hole had been torn in the crotch. More than likely Liara had accidently stepped on it at some point.
Hawke ended her pursuit of the quarian paparazzo with a cringe. Her first instinct upon hearing the vanguard's roar was to flee, but then she glanced over and that all changed; Aveline had actually put on the outfit she had laid out. Even though the charging human looked plenty pissed the maiden was downright giddy. Besides with her eyes glued to the tiny, denim shorts struggling to hold its seams, she couldn't see the woman's expression anyway. The bottoms had been cut down so much that the pockets were poking out from the leg holes, gently bouncing against large, pale thighs. They were so tight that the top button of the fly couldn't be closed and a sliver of white cotton panties was teasingly visible. Defined ridges of hard muscles erupted from the waistline, flawlessly transitioning into the six-pack above. There she ran into disappointment as her soldier love was clutching the front of her red plaid shirt closed with one hand.
"Hawke!" Aveline growled again when she'd closed distance. "What the hell is this?"
"I thought it would look good on you."
"The shorts are far too small and why doesn't this shirt have any buttons?"
"You're supposed to... here just let me do it." Hawke knocked away the calloused hands to grab each side of the top, only taking a few seconds to admire the boobs beneath, and then tied them together in a big knot. "Gorgeous!"
"How I look doesn't matter," a lot of the edge in Aveline's voice dulled from the flattery, she so rarely had ever been paid any for her looks.
The maiden's eyes dropped all the way, "Oh, the boots fit. Are they comfortable?"
"Very," the completely disarmed human replied while tipping her foot back and forth. "It's like I've been wearing them for years."
"The leather is from Sur'Kesh," Hawke said as she bent down to feel the boots, as well as the little bit of tube sock poking out. "So, you like them?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Welcome."
The lovable maiden popped back up to place a quick peck on thin, pink lips. Sensing the anger had been dissipated she cautiously slipped her arms around the larger woman and went in for a deeper kiss. After giving the broad back a few rubs her hands slid down and into the shorts' back pockets. Since first discovering the term 'daisy dukes' she had fantasized about doing this very thing, with the big redhead in particular. As her tongue surged and fingers squeezed large biceps looped around her neck. Everything was going so well; and then she got greedy.
Dialing back the kiss Hawke breathlessly asked, "Would you put your hair up in pigtails?"
Aveline remembered she was pissed; her eyes lifted to the quarian who had been quietly watching on, "Hey Merrill, I have another photo op for you."
"Hey!" the maiden exclaimed she was doubled over, a powerful arm wrapped around her midsection. "What are you doing?"
It wasn't hard for the vanguard to lift the flailing asari off her feet. The muscles squeezing her middle were like a boa constrictor's and she felt like one of the dead rats thrown its tank. Just as she had resigned herself to getting thrown back into the pool the large redhead sat down. Her eyes widened and breath caught when she felt a knee press into her middle. Oh no, Aveline wouldn't, she couldn't. An all out battle erupted as she tried to fight her way out of the overwhelming grip; well not battle really, that would imply a two sided struggled. The maiden was simply massacred, not able to so much as budge the human. Hawke really had to start working out. If her physicality couldn't protect her, something else could.
"Don't even think about it," Aveline warned when she saw the telltale glow of coalescing biotics.
After her final pathetic attempt to free herself failed Hawke pleaded, "You aren't really going to do this are you?"
"Wouldn't be the first time I've spanked you and you did tell me to have a good time." The scantily clad human waved the quarian over, "Get your camera ready."
"You know I think it would be better without the leotard in the way," Merrill helpfully suggested.
That immediately got the maiden to yell, "Traitor! I'm surrounded by traitors!"
If only the young asari hadn't said that then Aveline wouldn't have felt the need to tell the other alien, "Help with the shoulder straps."
"Can do!" and the quarian hopped to.
The futility of resistance was obvious so Hawke did nothing but shoot dirty looks as her petite lover's dexterous fingers fiddled with the thin strips of fabric on her shoulders. Though when Aveline lightened her grip a bit to pull the purple leotard off she mounted her last valiant attempt for freedom and got nowhere. The surprisingly strong Merrill put her in a reverse-headlock, ending her rebellion; not that it really took that much strength. She could feel meaty fingers hook the back of the only article of clothing she had left on and then after a few jerky yanks, she didn't even have that. If it weren't for the presence of so many others, plus a camera, she'd be gushing at the mere thought of her current position.
Aveline may have still been a bit confused over how she felt about most of the feminine anatomy of her lover, but there was one thing she wasn't; the asari's sweet, little tush. Butts had always been her thing and Hawke had an amazing one; high, tight and round. It was the jumping off point for their physically relationship, which took several long talks and tall beers to get started. They had been intimate a number of times before, but that was only through joining. Once the maiden had figured out where her interests laid it was all over. The young asari's outfits became nothing but miniskirts, bun huggers and pants two sizes too small. After the initial seduction things escalated quickly and their foreplay began to include plenty of fondling, groping, spanking, and even rimming.
Her fate decided Hawke made a final request, "If you're going to do this, you could at least do it in pigtails."
"As if you aren't going to enjoy it," Aveline rebuffed, but then she saw the maiden's puppy dog eyes. "Don't move."
Whatever kinks the amazonian may have had stayed behind closed doors until that moment. So this was a shocking and exciting revelation for Merrill who was trying to perfectly frame the pair as the redhead tied her hair into a pair of ponytails. She had decided a single picture just wouldn't do and switched to video. Voyeurism was the leading fetish amongst quarians. Kneeling not too far from the action she was in the ideal place to witness the first solid smack land on the small, blue buns. To her amazement the sound that popped from Hawke's mouth was neither a scream nor a yelp, but a soft mewl followed by a satisfied hum. Apparently, Aveline really wouldn't be the only one enjoying the spanking.
That would have to wait a moment as the trio was suddenly interrupted by a cheery, "Well, that looks like fun."
Shepard, looking exceptionally casual with her hands buried in the pouch of her zipped up hoodie, had returned from freshening up and finding a change of clothes; just not for herself. No, the change of clothes was for the woman attached to the other end of the delicate, gold chain anchored in her pocket. The leashed stripper's wardrobe had quite the selection of appropriate attire, making the choice a bit of a challenge, but she somehow managed. Allowed free reign through Isabela's closet the day's victor was able to put together an appropriate, though rather cliché costume and dressed her trophy up as a harem girl. Not that the costume had all that much to it.
The only real piece of clothing Isabela was allowed was a pair of crotchless harem pants made of a sheer, purple material. Much like a standard asari stripper outfit the bottoms did nothing to cover her butt, groin or any of her inner thighs. She wasn't entirely exposed however, as flaps of opaque fabric concealed just enough of her most intimate of places. Over the lower half of her face and top of her head were thin veils that emphasized her eyes and pulled back her raven locks. In between was nothing but the large gold loop attached to the leash. Then to add the right amount subjugation to the ensemble simple shackles that matched the collar were clamped around her wrists and ankles, though they weren't attached to anything but a few links of dangling chain, there solely for effect.
Hawke's breath caught, marveling at the sight of how flawlessly her lover's curves were being displayed with little more than a pair of pants and some jewelry. Somehow what made it even more alluring was how dressed down the woman holding the leash was. Isabela looked all the more bare and objectified standing a few feet behind the fully clothed former commander; lips in a quirked grin. It made the maiden absentmindedly squirm, which the human holding her misinterpreted as an attempt to escape. A solid blow landed with a resounding thwack. Rather than a cry or even a whimper a happy little moan vibrated her throat.
Sensing direct involvement would be intruding Shepard decided to merely stoke escalation, "Why are you over here and not over there, Merrill?"
"Filming," the kneeling quarian managed to keep her camera on target.
"Wouldn't you have more fun joining them?" The woman leaned a bit forward to confirm that she had in fact seen the extra bulge of a codpiece between enviro-suit clad legs earlier, "Looks like you're equipped for it."
"Yeah, but then I couldn't film..." she trailed off when another smack echoed; the increasingly aroused Hawke had antagonized Aveline into landing another blow.
Shepard squatted down so her words would be limited to an audience of one, "I'm sure you could get a better angle closer up. Besides, do you think this will be your only chance?"
"I guess," the young alien was getting fidgety. "What should I do though?"
"Only one end of Hawke is currently occupied," the woman suggested.
Both stood though only Merrill moved. She scurried over to an ornate, red ottoman that like every other piece of furniture didn't fit in well with anything else in the room and dragged it over to the interspecies pair. Being of volus origins it was a foot shorter than those built for the taller races, putting it at just the right height for the quarian's needs. Before the quarian sat she activated her toy, turning the grey codpiece on her crotch into a fake dick of moderate size. She knew all too well the dimensions Hawke found ideal.
As a three digit hand closed on the maiden's crest the head of the grey cock bumped her lips. Hawke offered no resistance to the obvious and opened her mouth. It was actually surprisingly comfortable lying across the thick thigh and having been plenty warmed up from before the shaft slipped in without trouble. In the course of an hour she had doubled the number of blowjobs she had ever given in her life. She really did not want to get good at it, but by that point it was second nature and soon her head was bobbing. While at her hind end nothing was happening.
Self-conscious embarrassment was radiating off an immobilized Aveline, so Shepard thought it best to give the trio some privacy and turned to leave. She swiveled around a little too quickly for Isabela, who was caught dipping a hand under her loincloth. A cleared throat and sharp tug on the leash was enough of an order to get the buxom stripper to stop. The woman in charge eliminated all slack from the chain and reduced the number of links between neck and fist to a few. Their eyes locked, noses mere inches apart; each a step off center so they could see over the other's shoulder. At that moment she had to wonder why Samara so rarely attached anything to the d-ring of her collar.
Shepard ran a flattened palm across the older woman's soft belly then up along the sternum between a pair of bountiful, bronze breasts. Lazily her hand drifted over to cup one of the pliable orbs, but before she could really begin to enjoy the feel she heard rapidly approaching clicks and her attention shifted. She gave a significant amount of slack to the leash clenched in her fingers and let go of the boob filling the other.
Though disappointed at the loss of contact, Isabela found solace in being freed to let her vision wander back to the threesome that was starting to pick up with the illusion of privacy. Aveline had begun giving experimental pats to the pert posterior at her mercy. The light blows propelled Hawke's lips down the grey shaft a fraction of an inch. Noticing this effect Merrill quickly readjusted to perfectly line her fake dick with the maiden's throat and the human grew increasingly bold. More strength was put behind each successive swat until the speed and depth at which the cock penetrating Hawke's mouth was being entirely dictated by the spanks.
Isabela desperately wished to join the fun, seeing at least four spots she could fit, or at least touch herself as she watched. Losing the bet suddenly seemed like a bad thing. With the arrival of whoever was in the heels she figured she'd be left to suffer abstinence, but her torment did not last long. As her temporary master began to chat fingers slipped beneath her loincloth and she released a relieved sigh. Shepard truly was a hero.
"Can I speak to you a moment?" Liara asked with a certain edge to her voice.
As her digits curled the former commander shrugged, "Sure."
"Can we have some privacy?" the asari hinted.
"Oh, don't worry about my trophy here," Shepard raised the leash to shoulder height and placed a kiss on a tan shoulder.
"Fine, then." The subject wasn't too important so she just complained, "I couldn't help but notice that I'm the only one who is dressed up."
The former commander's eyes automatically flicked to the healthy amount of blue cleavage the maiden's maroon dress was creating, "Yeah, you do look amazing."
"That's not the point," Liara immediately countered, the compliment coloring her cheeks a darker hue.
"Come on, it's not like you're wearing the most embarrassing thing."
That prompted Liara to get a better look at the woman facing the other way and noticed where Shepard's other hand was; though she couldn't directly see what it was doing there she could make an educated guess. "Perhaps."
After studying the maiden's expression a moment she teased, "You aren't really mad, are you? You just needed an excuse to come over."
"Well, I am a little perturbed that everyone else got to dress so comfortably," Liara admitted with a playful grin.
"Oh however will I make it up to you?" Shepard asked with plenty of false worry and reached out to stroke the dressed up asari's arm with the hand the leash was wrapped around.
"I have a couple ideas," the young doctor's gaze drifted as she lifted up the strip of fabric doing a poor job of covering Isabela's rear.
The hardly covered human was too distracted by the scene in front of her to notice her ass was being leered at. The whole blowjob spanking thing hadn't remained interesting for long and the threesome had shifted to a more obvious position; with Hawke's delicate features buried between Aveline's powerful thighs while Merrill squatted behind the asari. Quarian leg anatomy served the little alien well as she was able to stay up on her feet comfortably while pumping into the maiden from behind. All of Isabela's attention had narrowed on the trio so she didn't notice what was happening right beside her until the fingers that had been doing such a good job of pleasuring her were withdrawn. She was strong willed and excellent at role-playing so was able to kept any protest to herself.
Shepard slipped an arm around her century old love, her grip settling on the swell of Liara's hip. She folded her other elbow to throw the gold leash over her shoulder and pulled the woman at the other end along as they went in search of a place to have some fun. The maiden pressed to her side glanced back at the human behind them who returned an air kiss. With an added blush on blue cheeks the young asari's eyes turned back forward; like everyone else she had gotten so caught up in the debauchery that the slight tint to her freckled face was the only hesitance she showed.
Near the private stage was a large piece of furniture that resembled a bed with cushioned backrests along three sides. A salesman had sold it as an authentic krogan lounging sofa, which was a complete lie. The volus carpenter who designed it was near bankruptcy before she stumbled across the marketing ploy of selling her hideous coaches as having more exotic origins. Such as from a planet not known to produce anything that wasn't in some way weaponized. Of course Hawke fell for it and bought the gaudy piece of crap. At least the thing was comfortable, much to the surprise of Isabela, who had never even seen anyone sit on it before.
Liara stepped up to the edge of the oversized couch first, but before she could decide how to get on the zipper of her dress was yanked most of the way down, causing her to exclaim, "Hey!"
"Be easier to strip before you settle in," Shepard pointed out once the maiden had whirl around.
Instinctively the young doctor's arms had crossed over her chest. "You still had no right to do that."
"Don't forget my dear, you lost to me same as her," a tug on the leash to illustrate. "Now pay your penalty and take off your dress."
After chewing her lip a moment Liara reached back to pull her zipper down the rest of the way. It then took a deep breath to summon the nerve to slip the straps from her shoulders. She kept her modesty a few seconds longer by clutching the top to her chest, but the human would only allow so much postponement. Putting on more of a tease than she intended, she slowly let the fabric slide down until all of her impressive, blue bust had been revealed. When her hands shifted to her hips a fingernail scraped across her areola, causing her to shiver and stall. Their eyes met as she gave one more yank to send her dress to the floor. She then sat and slid back onto the gigantic couch; not foolish enough to turn around and leave her rear open to harassment, much to the chagrin of Shepard.
As the maiden scooted further onto the large, plush cushion Shepard turned to her shapely, olive-skinned trophy. After removing the veils from Isabela's face and head she whispered a few commands. She then claimed the barely dressed stripper's mouth with a long, passionate kiss, taking all the liberties she wished with the buxom body. Her thorough fingers ravished every dip and curve before she took a seat, finally getting around to removing her sneakers. The job only required one hand so the other holding the leash was free to get in a few extra gropes of the older woman's luscious, inner thigh. Once the footwear had been shed she gave a teasing flick of the tongue to a stiff, dark nipple then turned to the nervous and ridged alien awaiting her.
Embarrassment nor modesty was the main cause of Liara's nerves, rather she worried what the scheming woman had in mind. She maintained a defensive posture with her thighs tightly squeezed together while propped up on her elbows to keep a wary eye on both humans. It started innocently enough with Shepard gently slipping off her heels; even placing a delicate kiss on each big toe as they were exposed. Then in a single languished lick a flattened, pink tongue was dragged all the way up her shin, followed quickly by a brief smooch to the opposite knee. Even as her lover shifted to lie alongside she remained vigilante, knowing the tenderness had to be a trick. Even though, every action thus far made that thesis growingly unlikely.
Fingers interlaced with golden chain dragged along Liara's thigh past her hidden azure and began to lovingly rub her mons. Any pillow within reach was grabbed to pile beneath the naked maiden's head. Once she was completely comfortable Shepard pressed more firmly to her side, trapping her arm between them so she couldn't really return the touch easily. The hand below her belly then ended its short-lived break and drifted back down to wedge between her legs, taking a solid hold of the meatiest part of the near one.
With her grip of the asari's thigh secure Shepard finally sought eye contact and whispered, "Just relax my pretty, little maiden."
Liara's protest to the nickname was swallowed by the former commander's surging lips. The talented tongue writhing in her mouth and rough hand massaging her inner thigh broke down her defenses in a matter of seconds. Her hips relaxed and a sliver of space opened between her knees. In response the fingers took further liberties, sliding up until the index settled along her outer labia without releasing her leg. It was only a matter of time before she completely succumbed and fully spread.
When Shepard finally felt the asari in her clutches surrender she let go of the soft, blue thigh for a moment to give a tug on the leash she still held. Upon command Isabela obediently crawled onto the couch. She felt a cheek brush her knuckles then a second later the body in her arms tensed. Her fingers shifted to tightly grip raven tresses to hold the experienced stripper's mouth in place; as if she needed to. For endless minutes she directed the dual oral assault against the maiden until a sudden seizure rocked Liara.
Immediately she pulled away to ask, "Something wrong?"
"Her tongue," was all Liara could say before a gasp interrupted. "Her tongue piercing is vibrating."
That got Shepard to look down the quaking, blue body at the other human who as commanded was keeping her hips high and spine arched to make the full swell of her ass visible; so nicely highlighted by the strip of fabric running down its center and sheer pants hugging its flanks. Isabela wasn't terribly concerned with the show she was putting on as all she cared about was making the sex before her quiver. Using finely honed skill she was able to hold the vibrating, onyx tip of her piercing against the maiden's little, purple clitoris even as she ran her tongue through the folds below. She did so love making maidens moan and had ever since she met her first nearly twenty years ago.
Shortly after humanity was discovered and the First Contact War had ended a boom of alien tourists flooded Earth, including a particular flighty, little maiden. It took only a few leaked tidbits of information about the newcomers to the galactic community for Hawke to become fascinated, but she had to wait for hostilities with the turians to cease before she was able to indulge her curiosity. She and a group of friends went on extended vacation in the Sol system, though she insisted it was primarily a business trip. That assertion was questionable for the first three months, but once she became enamored enough to want to completely redo her club to feature the race she did start to get work done. The work may have centered on scouting strippers and may not have been very difficult, but still it was work; mostly. It was at the beginning of the second year of her trip while visiting New Orleans that she wandered into a burlesque called The Blooming Rose.
Not being a strip club lap dances were not on the menu, but Isabela made a special exception for the first aliens she had ever met and along with a few fellow performers gave the gaggle of maidens a private show in a backroom. By the end of the evening they had all earned a job at The Pearl. In the couple weeks it took them to make their way back to The Azure Sky she was able to notch each blue babe on her bedpost, saving her new boss for last. To her surprise the recently self-nicknamed Hawke did not take her up on the offer, not one to sleep around much. It would be years before she seduced the young asari and by the time she did she had fallen in love.
At that moment Isabela was happy she had committed to a non-possessive polygamist who didn't mind her indulgencing with other females, because otherwise she'd be missing out on a delicious prize. She'd never had a maiden so young; got close with a ninety-five year old once but the girl's parents walked in on them. Too bad really, especially if that one made the same sweet gasps and mewls this one did. The way the blue flesh around her quivered was intoxicating and there was definitely more of it compared to what she was used to. The firm thighs, with an unmistakable feminine curve to them, twitched in her grasp as the flat tummy before her trembled like a drum. The strong hand holding her face in place gave just the right amount of extra, degrading encouragement to make her task all the more enjoyable.
Meanwhile Shepard had shifted her oral fixation to the bountiful, blue boob closest to her. She toyed with the dark tip, alternating between gentle bites and hardy sucks. Part of her wanted to replace Isabela's mouth with her own fingers, but knew that would be a downgrade for Liara and resisted the temptation. Still she had a strong desire to feel the warmth of the lightly scaled skin so surrendered her grip of her trophy's black locks to leisurely slide her hand up the maiden's side. Her palm leisurely skimmed over the asari's ribs on its way to cupping the breast she wasn't already nibbling on.
A well timed nipple tweak unintentionally synchronized with a vibrator aided lap through her purple folds to finally send Liara crashing over the edge and into her climax. A joyous cry erupted through her throat as she flooded Isabela's palate. The maiden lashed out with the only body part not being restrained by the pair of women, her left arm, but that too was quickly captured by Shepard and forced back against the mattress. So all she was allowed to do was pathetically buck against the human limbs. Being so completely tamed increased her pleasure for reasons she had no ability to even realize existed at that moment.
Only when the supple form in her arms finally went limp did Shepard let go and sit up. Leaving Liara to her post-orgasmic aftershocks the day's victor shifted her attention to the shapely woman gently lapping the wetness from blue inner thighs. Somehow her hand hadn't become untangled from the golden leash so she gave it a tug. Her demand was ignored however and that just would not do. She sought a better means of control and retook her grip on the long mane of black hair. This time she used a none-too-gentle yank to force Isabela away from the sated azure. The cum staining the dancer's chin and lips was rightfully hers to claim.
Shepard dragged her tongue through the slickness all around the glistening mouth before inflicting a bruising kiss. As the lip lock continued she rose to her knees, pulling the buxom stripper along to mirror her position; a flaccid, blue leg sprawled between them. Her free hand began to venture toward a weighty, olive asset but had to stop when she felt fingers brush her hips. Immediately she ended the embrace with a harsh jerk and gave Isabela a smack on the haunch.
"Because of your disobedience you lost your touching privileges," Shepard whispered directly into a heavily pierced ear.
"Your loss, hun," the subjugated woman retorted as she retracted her hands.
The flippant comment got a raised eyebrow and exaggerated response from the one who was in charge that evening. Before Isabela could realize what was happening she was forced face first into the couch cushion beside Shepard's ankle. A shockingly strong arm was wrapped around her middle, lifting all the weight of her lower half. Only her toes still touched the upholstery. She felt the flaps of fabric that hardly covered her nethers get torn away. A harsh series of spanks rained down on her round, prostrate posterior. It had been a long time since she'd been so manhandled; not since that mercenary and her turian wife. After the brief flurry of blows a firm hold was taken of dripping sex, a pair of fingers finding their way inside.
"I only have one use for a bratty trophy that talks back to me and that's as a snack for my pretty, little maiden here." With a parting smack Shepard released the dancer to slide over to the dazed asari still basking in the afterglow. "You still with us?"
"Mmmm," Liara hummed as she stirred, light pecks to the corner of her mouth and cheek helping her regain some composure. "That was wonderful."
"Not done yet." The woman planted a brief but solid smooch before adding, "Not without you getting what you really want."
"What I really want?" The maiden struggled to think straight; made all the more difficult by the fingers spreading her juices up her belly and over her thighs.
"You're going to get your fill tonight," Shepard gave a tug on the leash. "Cause by the time Isabela has cum all over your face; I'll have another pussy ready to take her place."
With a sideward glance Liara asked, "Why are you being so nice?"
"Turning you into a cum-dump is being nice?"
The young doctor didn't know that term, but had more pressing concerns and time was short as the other human was already crawling up her body, "I'm not ashamed of what I like. I mean, why aren't you harassing or even teasing me?"
"Just want to show you the perks of being an obedient, little maiden." With one more lingering kiss Shepard backed out of Isabela's way.
"Fiend," Liara got out just as a cascade of black hair fell over her face.
Before lips could meet the woman in charge pulled on the leash, "You don't kiss snacks."
Hardly in the position to argue Isabela sat up and moved forward until she had a knee to either side of the head of the asari who was about to feast on her. Blue fingers rose to squeeze her pliable buttocks as she lowered her perfectly flared hips. She could find no eye contact as Liara's gaze was entirely focused on her moist folds. Teasing would probably not be appreciated so she didn't resist the alien hands pulling her down. A gasp escaped when first contact with the eager, purple tongue was made then a deep groan caused her chest to rumble as she settled her excited sex on the maiden's awaiting mouth. The enthusiasm the lithe muscle showed made it immediately apparent that this would be an exceedingly pleasurable act for both of them.
Shepard straddled Liara's ribcage as she moved in behind her trophy then brushed away raven tresses so she could chew on a pierced earlobe as she reached around. Isabela's chest was simply sublime, though it did seem to have had some work done. Not enlarged, but they definitely lacked the amount of sag one would expect from such massive, forty-plus year old breasts. That didn't make groping them any less enjoyable and she took full advantage of the opportunity, weighing their bulk as she tweaked and teased the sensitive tips.
Sooner than she really wanted Shepard released the magnificent tits to go in search of Liara's next snack, but a glance down got her to detour a moment. Rather than immediately dismounting she slid along the prone, alien body so she could grind their hips together as she sucked on the healthy pair of lightly scaled boobs. She ran a hand over the thin, blue throat to the luscious rump it was disappearing into. The stripper arched her spine and leaned forward a little to give her better access, but she couldn't really take advantage this time, she had other plans. As she got up she placed four kissed; one to each feminine mound.
The former commander didn't get far before an entirely naked and slightly moist Hawke came stomping up to her, "This isn't fair!"
"What isn't?" Shepard had been caught completely off guard.
"I haven't gotten to cum once," punctuated with a single jutting finger.
"That's my fault?" the human's eyes darted over to see a dozing Merrill curled under the arm of an equally sedate Aveline, who had a large hand resting on the quarian's perfectly shaped bum. "Didn't those two take care of you?"
"No," Hawke pouted. "I let Merrill do my butt figuring she and Aveline would be returning the favor, but they were wiped after two orgasms; and since you're the one in charge you have to take responsibility."
"I don't quite follow your logic," Shepard replied with a tilted head.
"Whatever. Just make it better," the petite asari was in full on whine mode.
"Alright," the human raised her hands in exaggerated defeat. "I'll help you out."
A gleeful smile spread Hawke's cheeks and she tried to throw herself at the galactic hero, but a sturdy arm stopped her. "What are you doing? Don't you want to?"
"I have another idea," Shepard wrapped an arm around slight shoulders to point the immature maiden toward the piece of furniture she had just come from.
From that vantage Hawke could only see the upper part of a rapturous Isabela, but could still figure out who was inducing the busty woman's moans. "Liara? I don't know. With another asari?"
"Do you have a problem with two asari being together?" The human continued to guide the hesitant alien toward the so-called krogan lounging sofa.
"Not at all, but I still don't know..."
"Here's your chance," Kelly whispered into the ear of the only clothed maiden in the room while giving gentle shoves.
"I don't know." Bethany kept trying to retreat, but the redhead behind her continued pushing her forward. "What if she thinks I'm weird or a pervert or something?"
"There is nothing perverse about your desires," the counselor continued reassuring. "Besides, considering everything she's done since the party started, she has no room to be calling anyone else a pervert."
"I don't want to ruin our friendship," she kept searching for an excuse to chicken out.
"What would you do if the roles were reversed?"
"Thank the goddess and fall to my knees."
Kelly giggled, "She cares about you just as much as you care about her. The worst that can happen is some temporary awkwardness, but the best that can happen..."
When the busty maiden didn't take the initiative quickly enough a shove on the back forced it upon her and sent her stumbling forward into her naked best friend, making her stammer, "Hiya."
Hawke grew a bit self-conscious and her hands drifted over her azure, "Hi Bethany. What's up?"
"Umm, I was thinking," really she wasn't as her brain was failing her. "Well, I just wanted to..."
"Is something wrong?"
"No, I'm fine."
Kelly could tell having an audience was not helping the maiden's love confession and tried to remedy that by asking her former commanding officer, "So, what're you up to?"
After observing the two asari for a few moments Shepard recognized what was happening and put her arm around her old yeoman, "Trying to find a snack for Liara."
"A snack?" The redhead's eyes widen when she noticed they were heading toward a panting Isabela; a blue hand reaching up to grope a sweaty, bronze boob. "It looks like she already has one."
"Oh, she'll be done with that one soon and will want seconds."
It was Kelly's turn to start stammering as what she had gotten herself into sunk in. "I don't know. I mean I'm sure Liara would much rather..."
"Nah, she's going to love getting a taste of you."
They had made it all the way around the couch, giving the redhead an excellent view of Isabela's sweat drenched back and the entirety of Liara's laid out body. "She could probably use a break."
Shepard hugged her former yeoman from behind, placing her chin on the younger woman's shoulder. "She can go for hours."
"But..."
"No buts, it's time to pay the penalty for losing," any potential further protests were quickly muffled.
With a light touch Shepard turned the ginger head to engage a slowly building kiss. The hand still placed on Kelly's taut stomach applied some pressure to more firmly seal their bodies together. While the other traced down a trim side to settle on a curved hip. It only remained idle for a moment before subtly searching for the zipper of the white, pleated skirt. Once she found the slider she wasted no time pulling it all the way to the bottom. Their pelvises were too tightly held together to allow the tube of fabric to fall on its own, but that was alright she got what she wanted; a enough room to slip her fingers into the young psychologist's pink panties.
"Come on Bethany, just spit it out already," Hawke implored, desperate to make a second run at Shepard now that she knew Liara would be occupied.
Finally the lovelorn maiden steeled her nerves and offered, "I could help you."
The flighty socialite had no idea what her friend meant, "With what?"
"With what you were just talking to Shepard about," her eyes remained low and voice meek.
It took nearly a minute for the words to penetrate Hawke's thick skull and when they did her posture deflated as self-consciousness over her nudity suddenly skyrocketed, "Why would you want to help me with that?"
"You can't guess?" Bethany hoped she wouldn't be forced to give a clearer answer.
Her friend did spare her by asking, "So, how long have you wanted to help me?"
"Only the past couple centuries."
"Why didn't you say something sooner?" Hawke's voice cracked as it rose above an embarrassed whisper.
"I was afraid what you'd do. I mean, when we were in school you used to make fun of the girls with asari fathers as much as anyone and I've heard you call someone 'pureblood' more than once."
"When I was a kid!" the immature maiden jumped to her own defense, though the look on her friend's face immediately stole her fire, "I mean, I was so stupid back then and was trying to fit in. I'm sorry for hurting you."
"It's alright..." Bethany said apologetically.
Hawke interrupted, "No, it isn't. Hurting you is never alright. I know if there was a risk I'd lose your friendship it'd kill me."
Tears dammed at the accountant's lower lids. "I'm happy to hear you say that."
"Come on," blue-grey fingers reached out.
Bethany took hold of the hand presented to her and let it guide her to a more secluded part of the room partitioned by a few thin screens. In the center of this small area was an overstuffed pillow large enough to comfortably fit a napping elcor. Hawke abandoned her at the edge, knee-walking out to sit in the middle. With so many of her dreams coming true her brain wasn't working correctly and didn't think to follow until she was beckoned. When she did drop down onto the expansive cushion her long, black skirt caught under her shins and being the modest person she was, only thought to lift the fabric high enough to stay out of her way as she proceeded. She did however give a moment of consideration to shedding her shoes and kicked them off. Upon reaching her most dear of friends, and so-to-be something more, the still fully dressed maiden wasn't sure what to do. Luckily the object of her affections still had every faculty in place.
The best way to determine the possibility of a relationship between them was obvious to Hawke, so she pulled the ever so slightly younger maiden into her lap. Bethany's legs wrap around her waist; the conservative skirt covered both their lower halves completely. Neither that article of clothing nor the midriff baring top would be in the way however. As their arms wrapped around each other their eyes met and they shared a smile. It was at that moment her friend caught up to her thinking and realized what was to come. In unison their minds reached out and together they embraced eternity.
Meanwhile, back at the krogan lounger Shepard had nearly stripped her pretty, little maiden's next snack. All that was left for her to remove was a pink, front-hook bra which she was working on with one hand; the other was gently petting the patch of red on Kelly's mons. It took a tad more time because of her self-imposed handicap, but the dainty garment still couldn't keep her out for long. Once it was gone she brought every finger to bear on the cute set of boobs she had just freed, playing with them as they waited for the last throes of passion from Liara first meal.
Tremors raced through the buxom dancer's body as she hunched over; arms braced against the backrest in front of her. Isabela greedily ground her overheated folds against the eager mouth, desperate to wring every ounce of pleasure from the maiden's tongue. A particularly large bead of sweat somehow managed to escape the hair matted to her shoulders and ran down her spine into the crevasse of her quivering buttocks, breaking against the knuckle of the blue thumb that had slipped into her ass. The active digit gave just the right amount of extra stimulation to make her building orgasm all the better. So when it did finally break the levees and burst forth it was a flood of joyous bliss.
Isabela reared back, her hands clawed at one of the heavy breasts on her chest as well as the blue crest below. Bronze cheeks framed perfectly by sheer violet cloth were rocked by violent spasms as she found the heights of climax. A stream of incomprehensible groans and vile obscenities flowed out of her lips as easily as a glass of water would go in. She was not gentle on the young maiden; gyrating and humping against the willing mouth as the waves of ecstasy washed over her. She rode Liara's tongue until every ounce of energy and cum had been sucked out of her and her muscles gave out. Like a half-empty, wet sack her body slumped then fell off to the side with a satisfied grunt.
"Your turn Miss Chambers," Shepard whispered as she gave her former yeoman's clit a pinch.
The young psychiatrist was given no chance to respond as a push to the back put her on all fours, a hand to either side of Liara's ankles. A smack on the bottom got her crawling up the prone, blue body, drinking in the view as she went. She passed soft, clenched thighs to a glistening wet azure then on to a cute, little bellybutton and heaving chest still straining to take in enough air. Her lips began to dip toward a dark nipple, but another slap on the ass stopped her. Kelly glanced back over her shoulder and saw her former commander's shaking head. So she hastened her pace toward straddling the maiden's face, but paused with her hips still high to once again look to Shepard. The alien beneath her was particularly gluttonous at the moment and wouldn't wait.
With a new snack so close a lust addled Liara couldn't think of anything but getting her next taste of human. Her libido had entirely taken over so the young doctor had no concerns about how others would view her; all she cared about was sating her desires. She wrapped her arms around Kelly's pale thighs and pulled the woman down to her watering mouth. Her first lick was slow and forceful; she luxuriated in the feel of velvet folds against her tongue as she ran the lithe, purple appendage through the yielding sex. Any pleasure she gave the redhead was secondary, what really mattered was experiencing the delicious scents, flavors and textures of this pussy she had never before encountered.
As the day's victor watched on with a lecherous smile and considered what to do next a voice pricked her ear, "Shepard."
Her face lit up upon seeing it was Samara seeking her attention, "Yes, what can I do for you?"
"Actually I was wondering about quite the opposite," the matriarch said with a slight curve to one corner of her lips. "I could not help noticing you have objectified everyone except me and am curious what you wish for me to do."
"I don't know." For a second Shepard's focus shifted to the pleased drell laying limp on the couch the ancient asari had just come from. "I didn't really plan on ordering you to do anything."
"You defeated me same as the others."
"Yeah, but it wouldn't be right to tell you what to do," the human said, scratching the scruff of her neck. "Don't know if I even could."
The curve disappeared, "Why not?"
Shepard took a step forward so no one else would hear, "Pets don't give orders to their owners."
"We agreed to lax those roles."
"Lax, not reverse," the woman showed a surprising amount of discomfort.
"I see," Samara said flatly.
Discomfort turned to worry, "You aren't mad are you?"
The matriarch's expression lightened and she assured, brushing her fingertips along her human love's jaw, "Of course not."
"If you're sure?" A brief but adoring kiss put her at ease; enough in fact for her to ask, "So, would you like a ride on Liara?"
After a sideward glance at the young pair enjoying themselves on the couch Samara declined, "Tempting, but no. I will find another way to amuse myself."
"I could help you with that."
"I appreciate the offer, but should you not be procuring Liara's next meal?"
Shepard's face lit up, "Can't I do both?"
The only answer she got to that was a smile, a peck and a pat on the fanny as the matriarch sauntered off. Her first instinct was to follow, but judging by the squeals and squeaks coming from her gyrating former yeoman she would need to have Liara's next snack ready soon. Doubting Samara would have a change of heart she renewed her search, however the pickings were extremely slim. In fact the only ones she could immediately see were the still basking Aveline and Tallis. Neither looked in the need of anymore attention, though were probably the only options left. Every other asari in the room was occupied and Merrill's suit removed her from the possibilities. Come to think of it, where did the odd, little quarian disappear to?
Not spotting the eccentric alien after the first scan only further piqued Shepard's interest and she couldn't return to her chore without remedying it. What complicated the search was the menagerie of eclectic furniture from every corner of the galaxy and beyond if one counted the chair made from the scraps of a Reaper that had spent many millennia in dark space. It was like wandering through a store showroom. Luckily it wasn't so heavily populated that she missed the petite, white form hunkered down beside a folding screen of Korean origin. To figure out what Merrill was doing, the larger human approached silently, squatting down and peering over top of the enviro-suit helmet into the crack created by the hinges between panels. In that sliver of space she could just make out a pair of entangled, blue bodies. What a surprise, the quarian was a peeper.
Shepard got in real close before whispering, "Whatcha doin'?"
Merrill jumped, but didn't make a sound; long ago she had learned to turn off her vocalizer and head light while spying. "Hawke and Bethany are melding."
"Should you really be watching them?" she asked, her eyes absentmindedly wandering down to the perky bottom squatting in front of her.
The quarian kept her voice hushed, but the likelihood of the joining maidens noticing anything outside themselves was extremely low, "Well, she is my bondmate and me and Hawke have an agreement that I can watch her anytime I want. Most mornings I watch her shower. Yesterday Isabela joined her: those are always the best mornings."
"And what do you do while they're in the shower?"
Merrill lost track of what she was doing and turned to explain, "Well, that's usually when I do suit maintenance which is pretty dull and easy so I don't have to pay full attention to it. So I was always looking for something to do. When I moved in with Hawke I would wander into her bathroom in the mornings. At first I just watched her wash of course, but once some of the novelty wore off, though it's still a lot of fun, we started chatting. It's become our favorite time to talk. Except when Isabela's there, then there isn't a lot of talking. I mostly just turn on my nerve-stim program and watch."
Shepard had narrowly avoided being caught ogling the cute, little hind-end. "And I assume Isabela doesn't mind you watching?"
"Of course not..." A sound from beyond the screen stopped the quarian's train of thought dead in its tracks. "Ah, I'm missing it!"
On the opposite side of the room divider the two maidens had begun to move. A thousand different conversations had been carried out between them in the handful of minutes they had spent with their minds and souls entwined. After over two hundred years together there were few surprises to find outside the revelation of Bethany's unrequited love and so they joined with the ease of old bondmates. Both were surprised how little awkwardness existed, how comfortable it was, how well they fit together on such an intimate level. It was only natural then to bridge the gap into the physical world to further explore their rapidly evolving relationship.
It began with a brief kiss, their mouths gravitating together into a soft embrace. Nothing was demanded from nor forced upon as they tried to discover how they fit together. Bethany would be more than content spending hours like that with her arms gently resting on thin shoulders, nibbling on pouty lips. This was the moment she had wanted for so long and she only wished to bask in it; gradually finding their way. It was too bad Hawke had never been the patient type, especially when there was sex to be had. Apparently, just as in their friendship, the pixyish socialite would be taking the lead and be the instigator.
With their minds joined Bethany could feel her friend's desire and knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. She always surrendered to Hawke's whims, long ago giving up on resisting them so simply accepted the insistent muscle trying desperately to gain entry to her mouth. A happy hum emanated from the other maiden as she opened her lips to let the eager tongue play; though as soon as she gave up that inch it didn't take much time before an attempt to take a mile was made. The hands on her back were sliding down to grip the healthy swell of her ass, but it quickly became apparent her lengthy skirt was getting in the way of their groping. She began to help alleviate the problem by reaching to undo the clasps, but was beaten to the punch.
Hawke dug through the bunched, heavy fabric, but could not find the flesh she sought. The skirt was trapped between them as well as the pillow and would not budge. It became increasingly more difficult to put any effort into kissing as the frustration built. Finally, after several minutes of rummaging she gave up on trying. She broke off the embrace and gave her friend a shove. Her focus had narrowed onto her objective so didn't make much note of Bethany's cutely flushed face, oversized heaving bosom or taut stomach stretched between hemlines. All that mattered to her at that particular moment was getting under that skirt; she didn't even fully care why, she just needed to do it. Like earning every achievement in one of her games, it just had to be done.
First the determined maiden tried the waist clasps holding the tube of cloth on, but when she didn't find immediate success she moved on. Bethany tried to pass along how to undo them through the meld, but to no avail; Hawke wasn't paying attention to anything besides her self-appointed task. She then went for the more direct approach and grabbed two handfuls of fabric off the knees to either side of her waist. With a couple less than elegant tugs and yanks she wrestled the tangled skirt up to her friend's wide hips. Before she could go any further dainty fingers cuffed one of her wrists.
"Siri," Bethany whispered her childhood friend's name.
Their blackened eyes met, "Something wrong?"
"Slow down."
Suddenly the reality of the situation caught up to Hawke and she froze. This was not just another role in the hay. A bridge was about to be crossed that could not be uncrossed. The meld was a deeper, more intimate experience than sex, but also had a number of purposes and could be a part of a range of different types of relationships. So what they had done so far could later be interpreted in a number of ways; on the other hand, if they carried through and made love there would be far fewer ways to view it. It would be an expression of the desire to begin something new and that would be harder to later deny.
"Sorry," Hawke said sheepishly with a quirked grin.
"It's alright," the horizontal maiden shared the smile.
Bethany released her grip of the thin wrist to slide her fingers up the blue-grey arm, reasserting a delicate hold when she reached her friend's bicep. All it then took was a gentle tug to get Hawke to fall forward. As soon as enough of the distance between them had disappeared she reached out to hook her other hand just below scaled frond tips and pulled. Her new lover collapsed on top of her, lips first. Just the right amount of weight pressed down on her; not enough to crush, but enough for escape to be a challenge. Not that she ever wanted to leave this cage. In fact she did quite the opposite and crossed her ankles.
Having her pelvis so firmly held in place did not work for Hawke. She had other designs in mind. Wrestling the feet away from the small of her back was no simple task, especially while maintaining a kiss she had no desire to break; not that the arms wrapped around her neck and shoulders would allow her to leave anyway. Still she needed some room and had few qualms about playing dirty to get what she wanted. She gave one of the thighs squeezing her waist a hard pinch. The roles suddenly reversed and she became the one forcing the lip lock to continue as she tried to stifle the brewing complaint, as justified as it may have been.
Now with the space she required Hawke was able to knock a leg off her hip to pin against the pillow, so she could straddle it. Then it was just a matter of finishing the job she had already started and work her friend's skirt up the final few inches. Their thighs interlocked perfectly, each overexcited azure finding contact with finely scaled, blue flesh. Upon first touch they began to instinctually move in unison with a slightly rushed pace. United bodies undulated as both sought the friction they needed to find climax. The meld would ensure they reached it together and share that moment of ultimate bliss.
The kiss became too much for them to maintain and broke apart. Bethany blindly stared at the vaulted ceiling with her entirely black eyes. Sure the experience wouldn't end in anything but orgasm her need to hold her partner close faded and her grip grew lax. She kept an arm securely wrapped around the lithe body on top of her, but the other wandered. With no question where it wanted to be, a straight path was taken down to a straining buttock. For so long she had wanted to grope the cute, little tush. It was as tight as she had imagined. Meanwhile, the owner of the ass was being far more active.
For little over a quarter of a millennia Hawke had never thought to look at Bethany in any sort of a sexual way, so hadn't ever really considered the maiden's physical attributes. Sure, she had seen her childhood friend naked on a great number of occasions; gym showers, dressing rooms and that one time they went to a nude beach with her first bondmate. So it came as something of an epiphany just how busty her friend truly was. Somehow the breasts pressing against her were even bigger than Isabela's; she thought only matriarchs were capable of such mammary feats. She'd have to save a full exploration for later though. Mauling the giant boobs wouldn't be the most romantic of acts. Still, a preview couldn't hurt.
Fingers honed by centuries of feel copping smoothly slid up the side of Bethany's bare midriff to the loose lower hem of her shirt. The nails swiftly slipped under then surmounted one of her generous mounds. She could tell her friend's hand couldn't stretch far enough to fully encompass the entirety of her tit, but that didn't dissuade the attempt from being made. That became the fourth front of her physical stimulation; joining the fondling she was doing, the mouth nibbling on her neck and the thigh she was rubbing her overheated azure against. When added to everything Hawke was sharing with her through their meld, as well as the fact she was living out a centuries' old fantasy, it equated to her end's fast approach.
A moment later the world crumbled around the pair of maidens as they shook in unison. Tremors bridged the seemingly minor gap that separated them into two bodies; for their minds and souls felt to be as one. The gyration of their hips grew to a feverous intensity as they tried desperately to drag their shared bliss out across as many minutes as possible. This first experience was one they knew they'd treasure in their memories and relive in future joinings for a very long time to come.
While the new, happy couple shared their joyous moment one slightly teary, silver eye peeked from behind a smoky visor and through the slit between room divider screens. Merrill was so happy for them; she had noticed the way Bethany looked at Hawke, but never said anything. The two lifelong friends had known one another for centuries and the little quarian had only been there a few years, so it didn't feel right to interfere. Although, the beautiful scene playing out before her was not the only reason she was a bit moist. The human behind her didn't want to intrude on such intimacy so was not watching the two asari, but still wanted to lend a hand. So, as her nerve-stim program worked its magic five strong fingers stroked the strap-on she hadn't thought to remove.
Shepard didn't mind the position she was in one bit, even though she was missing the lovely scene on the other side of the screen. It was just too uncomfortable to watch. Besides, pleasuring the cute alien was quite entertaining, to say the least. Through the protective enviro-suit she could just barely feel pre-orgasmic trembles beginning to quake the lithe body. Unlike every other quarian the former commander had ever encountered Merrill was not dressed for combat or perhaps she had just never met someone from the Migrant Fleet who could afford such state-of-the-art tech. Not that she had ever been in such an intimate position with any of them. Either way, the material was far thinner with far greater malleability. It was almost like she was softly squeezing a completely bare bottom. Too bad there was nothing she could nibble or nuzzle.
From the pants, moans and groans seeping through the thin wall Shepard could tell the maidens on the other side were entering the home stretch. Wanting to bring her partner to climax along with them, or at least close to, she redoubled her efforts. Her wrist stiffened as her grip became longer and firmer. The lubrication leftover from the toy's dalliance up Hawke's rear allowed her to comfortably increase the urgency of her stroke. It was hard to tell what effect her ministrations were having as Merrill had returned to silent mode. So she had to trust her instincts and hope the slight trembles meant she was doing something right.
Shepard didn't have to live in suspense for long as soon three digits took an iron grip of her outer thighs and the thin alien's spine bolted straight. Any effort on her part became unnecessary as Merrill's hips took over, bucking wildly into her clenched hand. She could do little more than maintain a solid target to thrust into which was more challenging than she would have guessed. Quarian leg structure really gave them an advantage over humans when it came to squatting. She held on through a half dozen jerking convulsions, until her new, little friend had expended every last bit of energy. Then just to make sure she gave the plastic shaft a few more light strokes before gently letting it go.
As the quarian limply leaned back against the strong body behind her a husky voice said, "Hope I'm not interrupting."
Shepard's gaze slowly dragged up Isabela's body, who once again was wearing her loincloth. "Kind of doubt that."
"Well, Kitten is awful fun to play with." Always the seductress, the dancer absentmindedly played with the waist of her harem pants as she spoke, "Anyway, I'm here with a request from Samara."
Her face brightened and she immediately began to stand, "What does she want me to do?"
"Just go sit on that couch over there." The scantily clad woman sunk so the still fully-clothed, former commander could hand over the spent alien. "I'll take care of Kitten."
As Shepard happily bounced off Isabela scooped up her favorite flighty quarian. Somehow the slick, grey strap-on jetting out from between Merrill's flared hips made her little lover all the cuter. Probably not a common opinion, but it was hers and she never apologized for who she was. A bit of movement graced her periphery and she turned to see Aveline pulling up a pair of far too small daisy dukes, partially covering her brightly blushing cheeks. The amazonian ginger truly had an amazing ass. Then she shifted her view to the crack the alien in her arms was peeking through and saw the darling sight of two giggling, cuddling maidens. They could obviously use a few minutes alone, but once that time was spent there was something she wanted to do and it would require the Big-Girl's involvement. Her thoughts were interrupted however by the strums of an asari lute. The show she had a producer credit in was about to begin.
A lovely lilting melody flowed from the sound system, making it easy for Shepard to relax into the plush sofa facing the room's small stage, shedding her hoodie. The lighting entered a preprogrammed routine that illuminated the slightly elevated platform before her and darkened the area where she sat. What was about to happen was obvious enough, but that didn't mean the Spectre was fully prepared. Her jaw dropped, tongue instantly dried and her eyes became saucers. Every hair on her body bristled as a chill ignited her skin. Never would she have ever dreamed she'd be lucky enough to see such a vision as that which just appeared from behind the glimmering curtain.
Going back to the inception of the asari, even before the protheans had interfered with the race from Thessia, maidens were restless creatures driven by curiosity and wanderlust. Upon coming of age they would leave their kinship group behind to explore the world around them and eventual find another clan to belong to. When they found one, they would then have to go through a number of rites and rituals to prove they were worthy to join. One of the first was to show their intentions by performing a dance in honor Tevura, the goddess of love, sex, travel and law. There were several variations depending on what the newcomer had to offer; including one if all they had to offer was their beauty or ability to bare children.
With a little help from Isabela, Samara was able to piece together an approximation of traditional garb from the stripper's wardrobe rather easily as it was quite similar to the outfit of a human, belly dancer. A sheer, red veil with gilded edges was carefully draped over her crest to hang down to just above her upper lip. Covering the eyes, impairing vision, was a show of humility and trust. The success of her routine, if she were actually trying to join a new clan, would partly hinge on the article of fabric remaining on its perch atop her head; an elder of the group removing it if she were accepted. She concealed the rest of her costume with an almost-transparent, billowy shawl that looped around her body and hung to well below her waist. She remained like that for a couple minutes; building the anticipation as she waited for the chosen music to reach a tempo she was comfortable with.
When a trembling drum was added to the melody the matriarch began to roll her pelvis and wrists, sending ripples cascading down the scarlet silk. After several rhythmic shakes she pivoted on one bare heel until she had turned entirely around, revealing the back of her skimpy top trimmed with strings of costume jewels. Slowly she stretched her arms out, keeping them just shy of level with her shoulders, a bend in her elbows. Her shawl dipped low to conceal everything below the dimples on her back. She remained still for a moment before she began to teasingly move her hidden hips. The only blue that could be seen belonged to her lithe, undulating midriff; her spine danced like a charmer's snake.
Shepard sat on the couch utterly enraptured, leaning forward with her fists clutched tightly in her lap like a child watching her favorite Saturday morning cartoon. If one of her brain cells were firing correctly she may have thought to unzip her trousers. Instead all she could manage was to try manifesting biotic powers to tear away that damn shawl. She had never hated an article of clothing so much in her life. The swiveling flesh above helped temper her frustration through several more teasing minutes, until finally the scarf began to droop. To her disappointment rather than the sight of taut, blue buns all she saw was more red fabric; even though it was a color she loved on the justicar. That disappointment was quickly squashed when the shimmering sash stopped after a few inches, tightened then slightly lifted, emphasizing the swell of the matriarch's ass.
Not so much as a glance was required to confirm exactly where the human's eyes were rapt, so Samara kept her gaze forward as she began to rotate her hips. Each deliberate gyration included an exaggerated flex of her buttocks that made her pet's heart skip a beat. Knowing how to tease Shepard all too well, the ancient asari chose the exact right moment to turn to maximize annoyance, arms once again crossed to conceal the front of her body. It was difficult not to chuckle at the obvious frustration plastered across her audience's face, but she wasn't about to rush her routine and took her time making a sweeping slide step forward.
The single stride was all the distance Samara was willing to close for the moment, which purposely put her several feet outside Shepard's reach. She didn't want to be grabbed; or at least not until she had worked the woman up a bit more. Slowly she raised her arms high with the cloak still concealing and when her wrists had reach their acme a precise turn of them parted the fabric to reveal the rest of her costume. To better highlight all her assets she sent a series of smooth waves down her body originating from her fingers. The jewels dangling from her cleavage maximizing top jingled as they drummed against her undulating torso. The stretch of blue below was longer than usual as the waists of matriarch's multiple skirts dipped dangerously low and left much of her mons exposed.
When the music took another step up in tempo a pure white glow began to emanate from the ancient asari's eyes and violet tendrils grabbed the fabric hems. Her hips shook as her steps increased in their pace and impact, though they lost none of their grace. Biotic energy lifted the edges of Samara's shawl as well as the longer, more flowing of her skirts, causing them to dance along with her elegant, blue body. No longer needing to hold the cloth aloft, her hands were freed to drift. She dragged her fingers over her crest then down her cheeks to her throat. With her forearms she gave her bust a slight squeeze to even further accentuate the already cavernous divide between her impressive breasts.
Samara's gaze never left Shepard's face even though it was not being returned; the human's unblinking stare was entirely on her bumps and curves. Which was quite alright, a wandering eye would not have been a good sign. So, secure in the knowledge the attention on her was undivided she fully extended the span of her arms. The scarf twirling around her flowed over her limbs like a scarlet river, covering much of her upper body to better put the highlight on the rhythmic motion of her hips and legs. She then began to gracefully move about the stage; not far, only a few steps in any direction, but enough to get her audience's neck to swivel.
It was hard to easily notice, but as the dance wore on more and more blue was being flashed. The stream of biotic energy encircling Samara occasionally took hold of one of the skirts covering Samara's lower half; tearing them off and adding them to the swirl of red fabric. The longest, most transparent of the articles went first even though it was the layer closest to the body. Little added skin was put on display with its removal, but the next, made of a thicker material was a different matter. With the loss of the second piece of clothing everything from mid-thigh down was left bare. Only a wrap and mini gave any modesty.
There was no change in step or motion to give recognition to the fact the tube of cloth wrapped around the matriarch's waist had been set free to join the blur of red orbiting her. With one less barrier protecting her core she began to close the distance between her and her love. The path taken was far from direct, lavished with fluid movements that put some slight doubt to her final destination. When a mere few feet away the smallest of her skirts joined the swirl, giving a strobing view of her beautiful azure.
As the pulsating, vortex of red fabric and blue flesh closed Shepard relaxed her attentive posture and sank back into the cushions. It was obvious where the mostly nude matriarch was heading and she wanted to give as much room as possible. Her heart rate skyrocketed until the organ jumped into her throat, as if she were some underage teenager who snuck into a strip club. Every time was like the first time when it came to Samara. Even though she knew every inch of the near millennia old body intimately she was somehow able to keep a virgin eye of wonder. So when her owner's firm thighs slid along slid her own she nearly passed out from joy overload.
Samara straddled the adorably excited woman's lap and settled her weight with complete confidence the powerful soldier could easily handle it. Once she had found comfort she released the biotic fields surrounding her, letting the swirling skirts and scarves fall limply across her groin and legs. The eyes of the human she was sitting on tried to stare holes through the several layers of fabric concealing her nethers. To facilitate the leer she leaned back a bit, placing her hands on the clothed knees just behind her bare butt. Then she waited, the next move would be Shepard's.
It took a minute of staring at the valley of skirts and scarves for the addled infiltrator to realize the tease's progress had ceased. To get the show going again she jostled the matriarch straddling her as if the alien was a jammed vending machine. When that didn't get immediate results she flicked a glance up. The crystal eyes looking back from behind the sheer veil were intentionally hard to read as was the thin smile just below the embroidered scarlet hem. All the hormones flooding her brain made deciphering the expression quite difficult; the fact she couldn't study it for more than a few seconds before her gaze was lured back down didn't help. She was about to ask what her owner wanted her to do, but a slight quirk of the head was enough to make her rethink. They knew each other so well the question and answer was communicated without a word.
There were a great number of things Shepard wanted to do, she just wasn't sure what she'd be allowed to. So cautiously she slid her fingers a couple inches up the firm thighs on her lap. A small hip wiggle encouraged her to venture into the pile of fabric covering the true treasure, but trepidation continued to slow her progress; as if at any moment her knuckles would be rapped by a ruler for reaching into the cookie jar. Such a rebuff never came, even as her nails scraped the bend that separated leg from pelvis and the articles of cloth bunched luridly high. Emboldened, she lifted her arms, along with all remaining barriers.
Shepard literally quivered upon seeing the matriarch's visibly excited, purple folds and would not wait a second before touching them. First went her thumb, giving the small, hard nub at the top a solid rub before slipping along the moist lips below. There was no penetration, she just nestled her digit in the cleft to luxuriate in the velvety slickness. When she looked up and saw the signs of arousal in her superior's expression she lost control. In a lust fueled fit the powerful human flung the ancient asari to the side onto the couch beside her. She didn't give a moment's respite before plunging into nirvana. The surprise gasp then lilting moan that followed was more divine a song than any choir in the galaxy could muster.
The still fully clothed human took her first taste of the wet azure with a languished but forceful lap as she settled in. She wrapped an arm around one blue thigh, pulling it in so she could rub a cheek against it when the mood struck her. Her free hand pried apart the purple peddles of the dew drenched flower before her. She couldn't decide what she wanted to do and haphazardly shifted between solid smooches, flittering tongue flicks and lengthy sessions suckling on whatever bit of flesh happen to be by her lips. She could have happily stayed like that, pleasuring her owner's sex for hours, but when she tried to get more comfortable by laying on her stomach a slight jab just below her belly reminded her of something. Her codpiece was still firmly in place and suddenly she had a raging desire to use it.
Shepard didn't want to sacrifice her meal in order to get her toy out, so awkwardly rose to her knees with her mouth still planted between the matriarch's spread legs. That did not work very well as she put an uncomfortable pressure both on her jaw and Samara's groin. So the lust crazed woman was forced to tear herself from the glistening sex, a string of spittle landing on her chin. She sat up then with all the grace of a virgin on prom night she scrambled to shed her pants. It took a couple more tries than it really should have to wrestle her fly all the way to the bottom. Her hips did a little hop as she dropped trou, revealing she hadn't bothered with panties, but her patience didn't last long enough to get them past her knees.
A thought caused the amorous woman's neon-green codpiece to grow into a substantial shaft as she dove onto the prone asari. Shepard buried her face in the nape of Samara's neck as she frantically tried to guide her new appendage where she desperately needed it to go. After a few poorly placed humps the head found the entrance she craved and pushed all the way to the hilt in a single solid thrust. The low moan that rumbled through her throat harmonized beautifully with the sharp gasp of her lover. Her whole body shuddered as the tight heat squeezed her length. She didn't ever want to move; just enjoy how impossibly close they were forever. Her hips on the other hand lacked such romantic notions and soon began to rock of their own volition.
The motion was minuet at first, but enough to get a reaction from the asari beneath. Blue fingers had worked their way into Shepard's shirt and were gliding across her sweat dampened shoulders. While bony heels pressed against the backs of the woman's thighs to spur her from a slight trot to a full gallop. With obedience so deeply ingrained into the pet human by now, it didn't even require a conscious thought for her to follow the implied order. Her rocks became thrusts; slow and smooth initially, but once her brain registered the added stimulation her moment of calm ended in a storm of frenzied movement.
Suddenly bracing weight wasn't a good enough use of Shepard's hands. Her fingers left the flats of the couch cushions for the peaks of Samara's range. It was then that she was reminded that the matriarch wasn't entirely nude yet. The veil had been flung off, a wasted chance at role-playing, but the skimpy top still remained. The material was flimsy enough to leave little to the imagination, but even a little left was too much. She needed to feel the magnificent swell entirely bare. Showing none of the dexterity her military training provided her the infiltrator clawed at the red, bejeweled fabric like a starved varren trying to break into the pantry, but couldn't get a good angle on it in her current position so straightened up.
"Wait," Samara said breathlessly, catching the hands mauling her chest. "I borrowed this top from Isabela and would prefer not to damage it."
With suddenly warm cheeks Shepard stopped then shyly muttered, "Sorry."
The soldier's blush was the only reparation the matriarch needed and gladly removed the obstruction herself before politely requesting, "Now then, please continue."
Before fulfilling the request, Shepard pulled her shirt off in a single swift motion; the moment of calm helped her reclaim some of her dexterity. The only scrap of clothing between them the forgotten pants tangled around her legs, the woman on top bent down to capture all the asari beneath her had to offer. Each hand took hold of a bountiful, blue breast with a grip perfectly balancing gentle and firm. Her lips insistently descended toward Samara's, but before contact was made she had a request of her own to make.
"I want to join with you," she whispered.
Crystal orbs became onyx as Samara replied, "Embrace eternity."
Under the matriarch's influence most of the overanxious enthusiasm faded from Shepard and she settled down, better enjoying the moment. The remaining excitement of her companion washed over Samara. It felt like centuries had been knocked from her age. Not enough to feel like a maiden once more, though the human had done that to her on several occasions, but enough to keep her experience at bay and for her revel in a renewed sense of novelty. That was the main reason for a being closing in on a thousand years of existence to mate with another whom was so young; to remember what it was like when they didn't know life quite so well.
The pace the lovers' adopted was far more subdued than Shepard's hyperactive, initial fury. Their hips synchronized in a slow rhythm that completely satisfied each. The strapped woman continued her practiced groping as Samara found a place to rest her own hands; one tangled up by hair as the other ventured as far south as possible. Occasionally it would take hold of a powerful buttock, but never did it linger higher than the small of the back. Their lips united in a lazy, lingering kiss that they didn't put constant effort into, but never truly ended. This was how they would stay for a long while, keeping their peaks low and valleys nonexistent.
Everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch Samara's performance, but with the interlude over activities were renewing around the room. Tallis had wandered over to the krogan lounger to demonstrate some of the more interesting attributes of drell anatomy by tongue fucking Liara with a pale appendage that had the girth and strength of three human fingers as well as the reach of turian's. While Kelly was allowed to test just how tight a reptilian sex was with her recovered, pink strap-on.
Elsewhere, Isabela had gathered the always amendable Merrill and persistently resistant Aveline to join the cuddling couple of maidens behind the screen. The self-proclaimed den mother of the house couldn't have been happier with how her bondmate's face lit up upon seeing the approaching trio. Bethany on the other hand tried to skitter away, but was not quick enough on the draw and immediately caught. Then after cajoling the two shyer members of the group she was able to get everyone together, centered on a giddy Hawke.
The spoiled socialite soon found herself surround on all sides. Bethany had taken the spot behind her and was serving as a fine pillow to recline back on. Under each arm she had a beautiful, cosplaying human; one more enthusiastic to be there than the other. Isabela did her best to press as much of her bronzed, bare bust against the maiden's side as possible; while Aveline did her best not to be a stone stiff slab of awkwardness. Then just before all were settled in Merrill jumped onto the pile, hard helmet resting on Hawke's sternum. The day must have been a bit too much for the little quarian because within minutes snores began to emanate from her vocalizer. That was alright though, all their tanks were running on empty and the asari in the middle wasn't about to complain.
Rather, Hawke smiled and summed the whole day up with, "Fucking awesome."
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