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This One's Intimate Service	By : ViridianLibrarian Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 18811 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Mass Effect franchise and its universe and characters belong to Bioware. I do not make any money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-This One's Intimate Apparel
- 2-This One's Intimate Accessories
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Author’s note: I assume anyone reading this are Mass Effect fans, but just in case – hanar are an alien race based on jellyfish, while asari fulfil the trope of the Green Alien Girl... despite not being green (usually). The store in which this takes place is an actual easter egg from ME3.
This story was inspired by a picture by the talented asarimaniac, who has in turn made pictures inspired by this story. I heartily recommend checking them out, the art is truly amazing and really, really hot.
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Iheyna Jirika ran the last bit of the way, afraid she wouldn’t make it – but This One’s Intimate Apparel was still open, though the hanar proprietor was pulling the outdoors displays inside.
“Please,” panted Iheyna, putting on her sweetest puppy eyes, “I’m not too late, am I?”
The hanar turned its head – hm. It’s eyes?
The hanar turned towards her. “This one supposes there is time for one last customer. If the honourable asari will allow this one to close the shop? This one’s co-workers have gone home, and it would be inconvenient if more believe we are still open.”
Iheyna nodded and graced the hanar with a grateful smile. She usually saved her smiles for special occasions, rarely allowing her lush lips to curve into anything bigger than a smirk, but tonight would be a special occasion, and “this one” would help her dress for it. That was worth a little smile.
She allowed the hanar to guide her inside, one tentacle a gentle push on her back while another pulled the door close behind them. As he closed the blinds, most of the room fell into darkness, only the display lights illuminating row upon row of panties, bras, garters, nightgowns, stockings and so on. Dummies in confident poses stared blank-faced at her from throughout the room. In the half-light they almost looked alive, and she gave a shiver despite herself – and then startled at the hanar’s voice from behind her, quite close.
“This one apologizes for the lack of illumination, but technically, it is after closing hours. May this one help you in procuring something desirous?”
Desirous? Well, this one seemed to know where he (it?) was working, alright. Desirous was just what Iheyna required. “Yes, please,” she replied. “I’ve got a date tonight, and suddenly my entire wardrobe felt so out of date! Your assistance will be much appreciated.”
“Of course. This one will be more than happy to. If you will allow this one to take your measurements?”
Its two front tentacles wrapped around her almost before she could give her approving nod, sliding around her hips and shoulders. The touch was warm and gentle, even through the fabric of her dress, and when one of them slid across the part of her back where the dress was cut out with a little diamond window, she gave another involuntary shudder as it traced her bare skin. She almost gasped as a tentacle slid under her arms and tightened around her breasts, pressing down on her unprotected nipples, which had suddenly hardened. It had seemed silly to wear a bra when she was going to get a new one, but now she was less certain about her choice. Was this normal? She’d not yet been with a hanar, finding their lack of a face somewhat disturbing, but now...? Her lips sagged into a delightful little pout as the tentacle moved off her nipples, then twitched back up as it rested just below her breasts, pushing them up a little. Oh yes, she could feel him looking at them, even if he didn’t have eyes; her boobs had always been a subject of pride for her. So perfectly sized, so perfectly shaped, it wasn’t any wonder to her if “this one” wanted to touch them, to caress them, to knead them with its tentacles and pinch her pert, perfect nipples with –
The tentacles left her body. Iheyna let out a breath she hadn’t noticed holding.
“Oh yes,” pulsed the hanar, “this one has exactly the right article. White, with probability, to harmonize with the honourable asari’s facial markings. Unless you are in the mood for colour? Or black?”
Black as sin, sang Iheyna’s mind. A human saying. She was meeting a human tonight. A human woman with the loveliest curves and the most amazing mane of hair. Such a strange concept, hair. Such a bizarre skip in evolution. But they did look fascinating with it, those humans, and their strange, short-lived minds were so... so...
The hanar held up a set of lingerie before her, and she completely lost her train of thought. She found herself staring, not at the clothing (though it was indeed just the thing, floral lace over a sheer fabric), but at the tentacle holding them. It seemed to glow slightly in the dim half-light, pulsing almost hypnotically.
“If the honourable customer would like to try them on, this one has a changing room over yonder.”
She nodded slowly, her eyes staying on the tentacle as it bobbed before her, holding up the lingerie and showing her the way. As another tentacle once again touched her back to guide her in the right direction, she let out a soft sigh and slowed her pace. She didn’t want to reach the changing room, she just wanted to feel those tentacles against her skin... But reach it they did. Reluctantly, she took the bras and panties and stepped inside, drawing the curtain.
“This one shall be right here if there is anything you require,” said the hanar. Oh goddess, had his voice sounded like that all along? It practically reverberated through her body, culminating in a tingling sensation between her thighs. Or, perhaps, just a little higher than that. She bit her lip.
“Actually, can you give me a hand – er. Can you help me with this dress? I, ah, I can’t seem to get it open, there’s a clasp in the back...?”
It was true. There was a clasp in the back. And she was having a little trouble with it; her hands were shaking a little. And her fingers felt weak and useless. She wasn’t just making it up to have him touch her again, no, she just needed a little - - - help.
She startled at the gentle caress of a tentacle against her neck, not having heard him open the curtain, and then startled herself again by moving her head backwards, leaning against his touch. Oh, it sent shivers down her spine! And then she felt the clasp of her dress being undone, how she didn’t care, though you’d think it too deft a movement to be done without fingers, and a pair of tentacles pushed it forwards off her shoulders, following the fabric down over her breasts, sliding agonizingly gently over her now very hard nipples before finally coming to rest on her hips.
“Should this one deliver further assistance?”
The pulsating front of his body, what might be considered the head, was hovering right over her shoulder. The voice made her squirm, and when she tried to nod the result was more a matter of rubbing her head against him, eyes half closed, mouth half open. He still understood the meaning of consent behind the motion, and slid a tentacle under the lining of her panties, pushing them down. Glancing at her only remaining piece of clothing slowly sliding away, Iheyna noticed a little moist spot in the fabric. The sight made her blush, an almost invisible reddening against her purple skin, and a small part of her mind wondered how any shop clerk could allow her to wear their merchandise when it was so obvious that it was going to get spoiled... but the majority of her thoughts were too horny to care. She really ought to just buy this set and go find her date and forego all the tedious parts of eating and talking and playing nice and instead just take that delicious lioness straight home. As little time as humans had on hand, surely going straight to the sex would be appreciated!
She jolted away from her daydream as something soft and warm slapped her ass lightly, letting out a startled “Oh!”
“This one extends the most humble apology,” said the hanar, though it didn’t sound very sincere. Then again, maybe it was just because all she could really hear was how incredibly sexy it sounded.
“Would the honourable asari please step forwards?”
Iheyna turned her head towards the voice, giving a weak smile. She wanted it to say something more. Anything, really. It made her weak in the knees, the way it echoed... although... it had sounded oddly amused? But she should do what it said, of course she should. Step forwards...
She looked down at her feet. The lovely white lace panties were hovering in the air right before them. Well, not hovering, of course. They were held up by a pair of tentacles, just waiting for her to step into them. She giggled, without quite knowing why, and stepped forwards as instructed. Perhaps the situation was just a little bit strange... but she didn’t care. The tentacles were guiding the panties up towards her hips and their touch felt ah-ma-zing...
“This one was correct. The article is just what you want.”
“Correct,” she repeated. “Just what I want...”
“This one suggests you try on the matching piece, too.”
“Try on,” she nodded, holding out her arms so he might pull on the bra for her. It fitted snuggly around her breasts, pushing them up just like his tentacle had done, and – oh! She drew her breath sharply as something pinched her nipples, clasping hard upon them. The tantalizing agony shot through her body, straight for her lower regions, where her brand new panties were rapidly getting soaked. The wetter they became, though, the more snugly they seemed to fit her, and she could swear she felt the fabric moving against her pussy. She whimpered, and moved her hands across her stomach towards the panty lining. But one of the hanar’s tentacles wrapped around her wrists, restraining her. “Allow this one,” it said as another tentacle slid under the string from behind, snaking between her ass cheeks and slowly worming its way towards her cunt. Though her knees felt so wobbly she thought lifting her feet from the ground was likely to topple her, Iheyna spread her legs. The tentacle slid inside her.
She was dead. She had to be dead and with the goddess, for nothing in life could possibly feel this good. The tentacle went deep, so deep, and it rubbed against her inner wall in a way no penis or dildo had ever managed. She gasped at what felt like an electric pulse, the tentacle swelled and she could feel herself widening, and oh goddess, she was going to - - - the sensation stopped. The tentacle contracted and laid motionless, still inside her, but no longer stimulating her. She whimpered and started gyrating her hips; she couldn’t stop now, she had to cum, she needed to!
“This one is curious, is the honourable customer feeling comfortable?”
Her nipples were still trapped between whatever was in this bra, her cunt felt swollen and her whole body was burning with lust, yet she found herself nodding, murmuring “Yes, yes,” and hoping he would say something more, his voice still gave her the shivers and if he just kept talking, perhaps she’d be able to come off at that alone...
He didn’t keep speaking. Instead, his tentacle still constraining her wrists pulled her forwards a little, raising her hands up in front of her. She followed obediently and realized what he wanted from her as her hands found a metal hook on the wall, normally reserved for hanging your clothes from. She gripped the hook fervently, hanging on for dear life as the tentacle let go her wrists and moved down to her breasts. As it started kneading, the pull at her nipples seemed to reach a whole new level, and then the other tentacle, still so deep inside her, resumed its ministrations, and like a flood gate opening, she came.
Iheyna screamed. She couldn’t help herself, even if she’d wanted to. The mixture of bliss and agony coursing through her body was exquisite, and it seemed to go on and on and on... But as much as she wanted it to, it didn’t last for ever. She panted hard as the orgasm slowly died down, sending ripples through her body, waves of cum still trickling out of her cunt.
“This one observes that the honourable customer appears to be... not so honourable.”
The voice behind her sounded smug. She moaned.
“This one believes the customer might be considered a bit of a slut.”
“Oh yeeeah,” whispered Iheyna, her hips back in motion. She wanted to go again. She wanted more. Needed more.
“This one wonders if perhaps the customer has been acting... naughty.”
“Oh yes, yes,” she whimpered, “I’ve been a bad girl, such a bad girl!”
“This one believes the customer to be deserving of punishment.”
“Oh yes, YES!”
There was a sharp whooshing sound as something hissed through the air, then a loud smack as it connected with her bum. Iheyna’s whole body moved forwards with the impact, and the sting of it seemed to draw an invisible string between her ass and her cunt, where that amazing tentacle had begun doing its magic once more. She sagged, her upper body hanging almost parallel with the floor, her hands folded tight around the metal hook like a human in prayer, and she tried to give the hanar the best possible display of her pert ass. She was rewarded with another slap from the tentacle; it felt like a whip on fire against her buttocks, and she gasped for air. It didn’t make the situation any less excruciating that another tentacle had slithered across her belly, circling the bellybutton a few times before sliding down into her panties and started playing with her clit. How many tentacles did a hanar have? How many did it need to stay upright? How many could be used for terrorizing her body at once?
As if sensing her thought, yet another tentacle started sliding up her leg, caressing her calf, tickling the back of her knee, sliding through the moist rivulets running down her thigh, lubricating itself in the juices still oozing from her cunt, before finally moving backwards along her anatomy towards the tentacle-whip still drumming out blissful agony on her bum, but before getting that far this tentacle rested against another opening to her inner sanctities.
“Oh uh, oh, n- nuh, don’t –”
“This one suggests you take your medicine like a good little girl,” said the sexiest voice in the ‘verse, and Iheyna bit her lip and swallowed her protests. The tentacle probed her anus.
It was a tight fit, but inch by agonizing inch she was penetrated from behind, though her whole nether region felt ready to burst, and she whimpered as her asshole was slowly filled by the hanar’s tentacle. She didn’t even notice when he stopped spanking her, all her mind, all her being focused on this double penetration, and, oh goddess, then the two tentacles started moving in tandem, pistoning in and out, in and out, faster and faster and harder and, oh, oh yessss, she was gonna - - -
“This one would be pleased if the customer could restrain herself from climaxing for a little longer.”
Iheyna whimpered and repeated the request in layman terms, her voice pitiful and needy. “Don’t cum?”
“Don’t cum,” the hanar agreed, the smugness in his voice audible with every echo. Iheyna bit her lip, hard, and repeated the words like a mantra, “don’t cum, don’t cum,” though the task seemed impossible. She tightened the muscles in her cunt in some vain attempt at holding back, but that only made the tentacle fucking her all the more noticeable. Her body was shaking with the excretion of acquiescing to his request, now, but he stroked the ridge of her head encouragingly with one tentacle, while another was doing something at her back, and the one that had been kneading her breasts brutally now let up a little, just stroking them lovingly and wrapping around the little string keeping the two cups of her bra together, and with these small tugs and touches he eased her into a more upright position, so that he might touch his “head” to her cheek. And she could see the glow within him as he finally spoke again, that one, blissful word:
“Cum.”
He ripped off her bra as he said it, the clamps on her nipples releasing their hold to give her yet another stimulation – not that she needed it. His order alone sent her tumbling over the edge, and she came. Violently. Her whole body spasmed, and Iheyna cried out, first a long “Aaaaaah!” but then shorter bursts of “ah, ah, ah” as the hanar kept fucking her, the glowing pulse in her peripheral vision repeating “cum, cum, cum,” softly in her ear, and there was no way she could refuse that voice, so she kept on cumming until it felt like she’d been orgasming for ever. She lost her grip on the metal hook, sliding to the floor, twisting till she was on her back, arching her back till her cunt, dripping, still full of tentacle, was the highest point of her body. It felt a bit like she lost her grip on the world, too.
Iheyna Jirika lay entirely naked on the floor of a small changing room in This One’s Intimate Apparel. Where the white panties had gone, she didn’t know. The tentacle in her bum was slowly sliding out, while the other one gradually stopped moving, just gently massaging her inner walls as she started to contract. His touch still gave her the shivers. Or was it the cold? Where were her clothes, anyway?
The hanar loomed over her, and if there’d been a mouth, it would certainly have been grinning.
“This one thinks you look better with nothing on.”
She graced him with one of her rare smiles, though it was difficult to get her face to obey. She was so tired...
“However, this one is forced to depart, and so must you. Would the honourable customer like a bag for her merchandise?”
Iheyna could do nothing but watch in confusion as he picked up the bra and panties from the floor – both items absolutely filthy – and left her to get dressed on her own. Slowly, wincing at every movement, she located her dress and started pulling it on, gasping as the fabric slid over her poor, ravaged nipples. She couldn’t find her old panties. She left the changing room without them.
The hanar was waiting for her by the counter. The walk from the changing room to there felt several miles long, her body constantly telling her to just lie back down and sleep for a year. He was completely professional as they finished the transaction and she received her bag of sex-reeking underwear, and he remained politeness itself as he guided her to the door, rolling off a normal long-winded hanar goodbye: “This one extends its most humble gratitude to you for shopping at This One’s Intimate Apparel, and wishes ardently for your most speedy return.”
Iheyna didn’t know what to think – and the fact that her head still felt like it was somewhere else didn’t help at all. And before she had any more time to process the situation, she was outside the shop with the hanar’s last words ringing in her ears...
“This one would be ecstatic to have you again...”
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