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A Sister's Gift	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 23963 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It was such a simple plan, really.

Before heading over there, Oriana had called Dyena and asked her for a favor. The asari, her voice filled with emotion, agreed to whatever Oriana wanted.

And so Dyena sent a message to one of Meliah's friends, asking her if Meliah and Danner had broken up, considering she just saw Oriana heading into Danner's apartment.

It hadn't taken long from there. When Meliah finally burst through the door, she was greeted with Danner, sitting on the couch, and Oriana naked above him, thrusting her hips up and down on his cock.

"Oh, hi," Oriana innocently said, making no attempt to pause her activities. "Danner, were you expecting somebody?"

Yes, the perfect plan. But then something unexpected happened.

She'd expected Meliah to run away weeping, or just fall to the ground in stunned shock. But Meliah was apparently ready to fight for her man. Rushing forward, she pulled Oriana off of Danner and got right in her face. Yelling and screaming, calling her a whore and demanding she leave. Her voice loud, her eyes wide.

And her nostrils flaring.

About a minute later, Meliah had stopped screaming, and had pulled Oriana into her arms. Under the influence of the pheromone, Oriana happily helped her hated rival out of her clothes. They rubbed against each other for several minutes, kissing deeply, before turning to the stunned Danner.

"You ever going to get your ass over here?" Oriana said, and Danner needed no further invitation.

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"Ms. Navras here to see you, Professor Krelis," said the voice on the intercom.

The aged turian pressed a button on a panel. "Send her in." When the door opened, Krelis's jaw dropped.

He'd seen many styles of human fashion in his years on the faculty. Had seen his fair share of the less scrupulous students revealing large portions of their human skin. But nothing quite like this. Oriana was wearing a short cropped top... a VERY short cropped top, the bottoms of her breasts peeking out from under the pink fabric, the words "Spank Me! I've Been Naughty" written on the front. On her lower body, a short black skirt that also revealed entirely too much of what it was supposed to be covering.

Krelis had never been one for humans, and at his age, he didn't think much about women of his own species, either. But even he had to take a moment to recover from this sight. Nonetheless, he was a professional. "I wanted to have a talk with you about your midterm results, Ms. Navras."

Oriana sat down, and hesitated for just the briefest second before crossing her legs. But long enough to give Krelis a decent peak at what lay underneath. Or what didn't. "I guess it wasn't good?" she said.

"Ms. Navras, I know that you've never been one of my top students. But even at your usually low standards in my class, this is simply inexcusable. I’m sorely tempted to fail you out of my class right now, if this is the effort you're going to put into this."

"Do you have my test here?" Oriana asked, placing the tip of one of her fingers between her lips, her tongue idly sliding across it.

Krelis opened a drawer and withdrew a datapad. "Of course."

"Let me take a look," Oriana rose to her feet. "See if I can figure out where I went wrong."

"I can tell you where..." Krelis started to say, but then Oriana was already standing at the other side of his desk. She leaned as far forward as she could to put her face inches away from the test document, putting her not insubstantial cleavage right under Krelis's nose.

"Ms. Navras, I have to ask you to..." and then he smelled it. The faintest odor, coming off the human woman's breasts. "I... have to ask you to..."

"To do what, Professor?" Oriana said, returning to her seat. "What do you want me to do?"

"I... don't..." Krelis's usually clear mind was suddenly feeling muddled. And the human in front of him was starting to look delicious...

Oriana smirked. "Well, if you're not sure," she said, before slouching down in the seat and hoisting one of her legs over an arm of the chair, spreading her skirt open wide. She slowly inserted a finger into her brazenly displayed pussy and cooed. "I can come up with some ideas."

And somewhere between testing out her new blowjob skills and the professor bending her over the desk and roughly taking her from behind, Oriana earned herself a passing grade.
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