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Mass Effect: Vengeance	By : Unaplicable Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 5580 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Little high pitched squeals and yelps echoed around the cavernous room, with a undertone of fleshy smacks. The batarian kept up his pace, hard and fast, upon the beautiful asari’s up-thrust ass, sending fleshy ripples juddering across its surface.
He made sure to pound her ass like a jackhammer. Nefeli had to spread her long blue legs further apart and angle her slender arms, just to brace herself.
“Ah… Ahh… Ahhh… Ahhh…!!!”, it was all Nefeli could gurgle, her brilliant blue eyes rolling back into her sockets, displaying the whites. A long strand of drool hanged low over her small chin.

The asari had to raise her ass-cheeks, flexing her wonderfully toned thighs, just to alleviate the enormous amount of pressure on her double-back spine as the grotesque batarian slammed his hips into her rippling ass cheeks. The feeling of having her asshole stretched out was almost unbearably intense, more than anything else she had experienced in her long life. Every single foot-long thrust between her heart-shaped glutes felt like a small part of her mind was claim by the batarian. The incredible level of harsh ferocity of Gorak’s relentless fucking made it impossible her Nefeli to catch her breath. All the centuries-old asari could do was press her palms and knees to the cold metal floor, desperately bracing herself, and offering herself up to the batarian to spare her crew.

Nefeli’s pendulous breasts were bouncing and dancing wildly on her chest, despite the artificial gravity Nefeli’s tits were seemingly unaffected. Remaining firm even under the downwards force of the vessel’s mass effect field. Gorak decided to palm one of her luscious azure breasts, releasing his iron-grip on her ass-cheeks, he found one of the asari’s taut deeper-blue nipples and gave the tit-tip a pinch, he didn’t let up until Nefeli was squealing in pain beneath him.

He was crushing her breast so hard that bright blue flesh was bulging between his fingers, Gorak then took firm hold her heaving slender shoulder and twisted them roughly to the side. So her right breast was pressed against the floor and her left ass cheek flexed into a bubble, showing not a hint of overhang.

Gorak twisted with her body, so now both batarian and asari were laying sideways upon the floor, the cool green metal was pleasing to Gorak’s hot cartilage. SMACK!, a wet smack echoed about the domed room as the batarian landed a hard spank on her right ass-cheek, making it bounce and ripple even more.

In this position, he was able to hook one of the exhausted asari’s long legs over his waist. Her flushed perspiration dripping thigh felt blissful against him, Gorak could even make out the subtle shifts in muscular from her hams and quads.
Nefeli had fallen in a dazed state as the batarian harsh technique had drained all the energy from her body and left her a sweat-drenched mess yelping helplessly as the batarian kept up the agonizing fucking. However, her eyes shot open when she found herself twisting involuntary to the side, it didn’t take long for Nefeli’s sharp wits to realise what this could mean for her. The realisation of the inevitable greater sodomy seemed to shatter what resolve was left.

Just as she had feared, Gorak tightened his thick cartilage hand under Nefeli’s right thigh, leaving her asshole utterly vulnerable, giving him unparalleled intensity with his penetrations. What’s more Gorak found that the asari’s ass tightened up into two buoyant globes of flawless azure flesh that bounced endlessly with his thrusts. The batarian braced his hands around her right thigh and left flaring hip, crushed her supple glutes against his hips as they bulged out and he readied himself.
Gorak took two handfuls of Nefeli’s toned cheeks in each of his hands, slowly working his thumps down between them and into her supple ass-cleavage, spread them, all the while listening to the asari’s angry hissing. Finally, after Gorak had smirked at the asari’s panicked breaths and hisses, the batarian proceeded to punish her ass with thrusts that made Nefeli inelegantly yelp like a varren in heat.
“Awww, you’re so tight!”. Gorak grunted out, almost in disbelief, while all Nefeli could do was grit her teeth and moan breathlessly.

Gorak couldn’t see Nefeli’s blue eyes rounded with panic. Their azure irises and pure ivory whites appeared to bulge as tears of frustration welled up along their lower lids. Her nostrils flared. The smooth plains of her cheeks colour a deep shade. “NNNNGGGGHHHH…haaa”, Gorak summarized from the asari’s howl that she had just orgasming.

The batarian couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer. “This is just too sweet, girl, you would have made a perfect slave back on Khar’shan”.

Nefeli’s nails had scratched the floor and her knuckles her developing dark purple bruises from her contain writhing. She had squeeze her eyes shut after climaxing; the shame to great to endure. Her jaw muscles were bulging as her squeezed her teeth in hate.

Completely oblivious to the growing mass of anger and resistance within the asari, Gorak was mesmerized on every thrust. Watching, as if indoctrinated by her ass as his shaft penetrated between her thick round buttocks, being consumed entirely by her asshole. Then emerge from her dilating anus, every time she was being pulled out lewdly by his sheer girth, her stretched-taut ring bulging to near breaking point. Then subsequently, being pushed inside on every thrust that crushed her anus ring to a painful affect.

The batarian kept up this overwhelming sexual attack on the athletic hourglass-shaped body of the Matriarch.

Nefeli let out a surprised gasp as Gorak pulled the hourglass curves of the asari onto his broad ridge chest, the sudden motion made her long, beautifully toned legs splay out. In turn causing Nefeli’s gymnast’s ass to thrust back down into Gorak lap in an extremely pleasing manner.

Nefeli’s slim muscular waist was flexing down, being crushed down into the cold floor by the sheer xenophobic forcefulness of the batarian thrusting into her, fucking her hard from beneath. The asari’s powerful thighs were splayed open in a wide splits posture, forced out by the rough upwards fucking. Nefeli’s knees, Gorak seemed to think, were bent in ecstasy, her toes curled. Nefeli groaned as Gorak fucked her even harder, she tensed up, her lower belly rolling, undulating im rhythmic convulsions. Nefeli’s ass cheeks flexed and dimpled, squeezing tight, almost too tight, around the batarian cock buried deep in her ass. Nefeli’s entire body shuddered. Drenched in sweat, toned to perfection, her sleek musculature rippling supplely, her smooth blue skin sheened with droplets perspiration – backlit by the harsh yellow glow of the alien kett warship.

Gorak was now beginning to rotate his hips, he stirred up Nefeli’s anus in an extremely painful way, it made her pink tongue roll out, her mouth gape, and her eyelids flicker rapid over her rolled up blue eyes. Regardless of Nefeli’s ahegao-like expression, Nefeli still had her wits about her, she knew that the kett aliens would come for her regardless of the batarian’s possible protests. Nefeli knew the only way she was going to save her crew. The plan that Nefeli had be collecting since the batarian had taken a keen interest in her ass, was to simply transfer the ordeal over the batarian. Nefeli was certain that the batarian had never embraced eternity before, had never felt the exchange of electrical impulses of melding before.

Her hands trembled as much from anticipation as from fatigue as she reached down behind her head and weakly clasped her fingers around Gorak’s forehead
As Gorak pleasure and agony from the joining seemed to result in a plateauing of ecstasy which overwhelmed any physical limit his body had. An endless feeling of the build up to a climax. Gorak could feel his own cock slamming into her ass, it was almost like he was experiencing the result of his own actions. The batarian could literally feel the new clusters of nerves within the asari’s ass being pounding by himself, Gorak could actually experience the sensation of Nefeli’s asshole as it was stretching out by his own shaft.

For Nefeli herself, her complete figure was electrified with somewhat familiar sensation. Every single joining meant that she could feel all her senses magnify multiple times, the brain chemical aphrodisiacs that would spread as an asari began to meld with another specimen was well and truly beginning. Nefeli knew that this would make her much more sensitive tactile stimuli, however, she knew that it would connect their central nervous systems and thus she could offer up her own pain to both of their brains, that was her scheme anyway.

Nefeli’s eyes went wide when Gorak’s now uncontrolled pace upped in harshness, pounding his cock between her buttocks with increasing power. Small high-pitched squeals escaped unbidden from her pouty lips. The pace made her entire body quake and shudder with each jarring impact, her full DD-cup breasts were jigging and bouncing madly on her chest. Nefeli’s muscular thighs and supple heart-shaped ass-cheeks were rolling with waves of sculpted, feminine musculature as the batarian kept up an exhausting rhythm.

“Ahhhhhh, Unnnngggghhhhh. Oh goddess…”. The asari groaned out.
Nefeli hoped that the overwhelming sensations would drive the batarian mad, though it took all of her own mental strength to keep down the intense sensual euphoria. Nefeli had already nearly climaxed numerous times since she had begun the melding. It was a constant state of almost cumming, but never quite reaching bliss her body began to crave. Nefeli could feel that was what the batarian was experiencing too, she simply has to out last him. Nefeli was sure that the overwhelming new sensation would fry the batarian’s measly brain.

Oh fuck... Nefeli thought as the continued thrusting kept up, her full perfectly contoured DD-cup breasts were a blur. In constant motion, bouncing up and down with lush quakes, then rippling from side to side with sculpted movement. Often they would impact each other, with a sweaty smack, being moulded one over the other. Her sleekly muscular belly was twitching and hitching in all consuming ecstasy, hollowing as the batarian pulled back, thrusting the asari’s chest up, then pounding up that forced her to arch in an exponentially erotic manner, her subtle abs flexing into an six-pack.
Nefeli’s ass cheeks were in endless movement, rippling and jiggling with lush azure flesh. Her thick heart-shaped bubble butt that she had dedicated almost twenty years of her training on honing with squats and many more huntress’s yoga. In the span of her nearly two hundred years of athletic huntress training, two decades was nothing, yet it had gifted her with ass-cheeks of epicurean perfection. Now being pounded by a dirty batarian. Her muscled, yet classically feminine thighs and toned calves her likewise spread wide to accommodate the mindless fucking.

If she was given access to a mirror, Nefeli wouldn’t been surprised by the copious amounts of sweat she had expelled. It looked like she had been glazed over, more of a massage with Thessian oil than the perspiration she was drenched in. Not that Nefeli was thinking this, her once proud beautiful features hanged open; her mouth gapped rather undignified and her eyes had rolled back into their sockets, displaying not hint of her blue irises, just the pure white.

The Matriarch just prayed her own ability of taking sexual punishment was higher than the batarian’s mental capacity to experience it. If it didn’t then she was certain she would end up as a mindless mess, driven insane by pleasure, by her own plan to escape her batarian captives and discover the location of her crew on this alien starship, then rip through as many kett stood between them and the airlock.

She was cumming, Nefeli realised: incredibly hard, repeatedly. Nefeli’s eyes bulged with panic, as her ass clench and spamsmed, the joining made Gorak cum at the exact same time, the batarians spew congealed on the floor. Spreading across the green metal in an increasing puddle of thick white liquid. Gorak’s eyes rolled up displaying whites, as his jaw hanged ungainly. He collapsed onto his back, the batarian’s figure twitching in its death throes. The seizure seizing hold Gorak’s body. Nefeli glanced over her shoulder as she rubbed her thick ass cheeks, smoothing the bruises the batarian had made. Her thighs shuddered as she crawled weakly away from the corpse on all fours, her whole body flushed pink with post-coital sensory overload. Briefly reflexing on the benefits of her rare genetic condition, perhaps her people should treat Ardat-Yakshi with more respect.
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