Slowly, every so slowly, Benezia’s strength came back to her. The haze of pleasure, though, had never left. The buzz was faint now, but she could still feel it dancing over her skin. Her flesh still ached, fed by the sweetness rushing through her veins. And still she felt warm, so very warm.
The asari matriarch took in a long, deep breath. She relaxed into the soft cushions, drawing her legs in close. Fingertips drew gently along her collarbone, her own touch bringing slivers of comfort. She was tempted to let her hand drift further down. Down to her breasts. To cup them, squeeze them, pinch them. But Benezia refrained.
The display before her was stimulating enough.
Montes, the Spectre brute, was seated at the edge of Benezia’s bed. Naked he was, every inch of his muscled body bare to the world… along with every inch of that monstrous cock.
Samara, her loyal bodyguard, was just as naked. The huntress was on her knees, settled between the human’s thick, hairy legs. Her mouth was upon him, lips and tongue gliding up and down the length of his shaft. Oral worship, rigorous and diligent, all without even a hint of reluctance or complaint.
Benezia watched Samara work, watched as the woman’s head bobbed up and down. Up and down, up and down, mouthing inches of cock with ease. By now, the shaft had gained back a glistening sheen - Samara’s drooling mouth an equal, it seemed, to Benezia’s own slickened sex. Some of that drool was beginning to trickle down Samara’s chin. Drops of spit now glittered along the upper slopes of her blue breasts, catching the light as her bosom shook and rippled.
A striking vision, made even more lurid by the sounds coming from it. The slurping. The gagging. The low grunts of pleasure rocking from the human’s throat.
Benezia drew in another breath. A light hiss as her fingertips slid over her nipple. Still sensitive after being mauled by Montes earlier.
Goddess help me, I miss his mouth…
Benezia, however, knew she needed to rest, no matter how much her body ached. Especially because her body ached. At least she had a good show. How long had it been since she had the pleasure of watching her guests couple in person? It had to be centuries.
“You enjoying the show?” Montes’ voice shook Benezia from her sordid thoughts. The man was looking her way, grinning as he used his hand to guide Samara’s bobbing head.
“For her more than for you.” Benezia replied. There was some bite to her words, as there always was. But that was the truth of their entanglement, wasn’t it? Benezia sighed as she gave her breast a gentle squeeze. “Always dutiful, my Samara.”
“I’ll say.” Montes agreed with a huff. The muscles of his throat flexed with exertion, the same as his broad, sweaty chest. Samara dipped low, bringing the ring of her mouth close to the base of his cock. Pleasure flashed clear across the man’s face as the asari between his legs gagged. “Make’s a guy wonder… How much heavy lifting is the oath stuff doing here?”
The Spectre let out a deep, rumbling groan. The Matriarch pursed her lips in thought.
“You wonder if she’s enjoying herself?” Benezia posed. As Montes gave a simple nod, she turned her gaze down towards the T’Soni head of security. “Why don’t we ask. Samara?”
Samara obeyed almost immediately. A sloppy gag around the cock in her throat had Montes groaning again, but Samara only shuddered lightly before drawing back. Inches of slick manhood slid from her wet, puffy lips, swinging down under its own weight. Samara sucked in heavy breaths, looking towards her Mistress with watery eyes.
“M-my Lady…” Samara rasped.
“Answer Agent Montes.”
Samara bowed her head. She turned to face the naked human looming over her.
“I… I cannot disobey you, human.”
The answer did not satisfy him. Montes leaned back, planting his hands behind him.
“Yeah, yeah, oaths are serious business for you ladies, I get it. You get orders to suck, you suck. But there’s nothing forcing you to go the extra mile.”
Samara blinked away her tears, now seeming to understand the question. Benezia watched them both intently, awaiting Samara’s answer… and Montes’ reaction.
“The spirit of the order must be followed. Lady Benezia told me to pleasure you in her place. So I am pleasuring you.”
“You sure are. Woof.”
The human let out a chuckle, but Samara remained silent, wiping some spittle from her chin. Other than the darkening of her cheeks, she was expressionless.
“Use your tongue on his balls.” Benezia found herself commanding Samara. “He enjoys that.”
The other asari obeyed immediately, dipping her head down and bringing her mouth to those full, hanging bulbs. Her tongue dragged over them first, then her lips slid over them, sucking and slurping.
“I thought I was the guy giving the orders around here.” Montes muttered, watching Samara go to work between his legs.
“Samara swore her loyalty to me long before you were born, Spectre.” Benezia thumbed her nipple again, toying with it. Little jolts danced through her belly, tiny flashes of heat.
“I wasn’t complaining. I like the orders you give.”
Montes let out a strained grunt, his lips peeling away from clenched teeth. His eyes flickered towards Benezia, shining with that familiar vulgar delight. Even through his display of the cocky braggart, Benezia saw the glimmer of disbelief. The faintest hint of a man who could hardly believe his own luck. And she saw more than that.
His body, the lines of all those taut muscles etched into his flesh. Like he was carved from stone. All of him going tense, shifting and tightening beneath the sweaty, glistening skin. There was nothing graceful about him. Nothing resembling asari beauty. His body was brutish. Beastly. Masculine. It was starting to please her.
Samara released the human’s testicle with a loud, wet POP… only to immediately dive in for the other one. She used her tongue to bring it into her mouth, moaning softly as she suckled upon the bulb. Benezia shivered then, knowing exactly what her loyal guard was tasting then. The salt, the heady flavor of skin and sweat and flesh. And the scent. Goddess, the odor of him. Every time it made Benezia’s head spin, made her belly coil and tighten, made her sex ache.
Other than her faintly glazed eyes, there was no sign Samara felt the same. She suckled and slurped dutifully, never slowing, never resting.
For Benezia, specifically a part of her that had rested dormant for centuries, it was a thrilling sight. A noble huntress brought low. Brought to her knees. Made to use her mouth.
“Yes…” Benezia breathed out, fingers sinking into her own breasts. The flickers of heat in her belly grew hotter. “Use lots of spit… Get them all nice and wet…”
“Damn.” Montes let his hand fall upon Samara’s shoulder, but he did not push her away. He fell back onto the bed, groaning. “If I didn’t know any better… I’d say you loved the taste of me.”
Samara’s answer was a faint hum, though Benezia could not tell if it was annoyance or agreement. The huntress continued to suck, pushing herself right into the man’s groin. The great length of his cock eclipsed half of her face, twitching faintly.
It was an intoxicating sight. But the true delight was reading Samara’s face - what little of it could be seen. It was the small things, the blush across her cheeks, the pinch of her brow, the turmoil glittering in her eye. That, Benezia found, was especially exquisite.
Benezia closed her thighs together, hissing softly at the sting gracing her nipple. Her fingers pinched hard, pulling just enough to make the quivering in her belly unbearable.
“Don’t make him cum yet.” She commanded, letting her breast slip from her fingers.
Over on the bed, Montes exhaled sharply. He stirred, rising onto his elbows, looking irked - though not without some humor.
“You trying to torture me, Nezzie?”
Another wet POP sounded and Samara retreated from the man’s balls. She sat back on her heels, leaving the human’s manhood standing rigid, slick… and unattended.
“As you say, My Lady.”
Montes made a face, sitting up like he was about to say something. Benezia’s next order came too quickly for that.
“Get up on the bed. I want to watch him fuck you” She told Samara. Then she locked eyes with the human. Her mouth curved into a sharp, sultry smile. “I trust the Spectre agent has the stamina for that?”
Montes blinked. Then he grinned.
“You know I do.”
Benezia felt a lightness in her chest then. It was quite the sight, seeing the man who now reigned over her life so stunned. A small victory - but a victory all the same.
Samara wasted no time, saying nothing as she crawled onto the bed. The only sound she made was a tiny little gasp as Montes palmed her buttocks as she slid herself past him. He took his liberty, thick fingers roughly grasping that taut, blue backside. Benezia still found it striking, seeing how different human and asari bodies were. Especially stark against human males - and even more so against the likes of Gabriel Montes. No asari could ever look like that, hard lines of solid, towering muscle.
He really is a brute.
His frame almost completely eclipsed Samara’s as he came up behind her. A looming shape. A beast ready to pounce. His fattened cock was at the ready, hanging over Samara’s blue ass like a hammer about to fall.
Benezia couldn’t take her eyes away. A tightness gripped her belly, firm and hot.
“Has he fucked you before?” The question came abruptly. A thought claiming its own voice.
Samara kept her eyes on the sheets. A moment passed before she finally answered.
“He has.”
“And how did it feel?”
Samara again did not answer immediately. Benezia remained patient, idly drawing her fingers over her tummy. Meanwhile, Montes gentled his groping now, sliding his hands up to take hold of her bodyguard’s waist. His cock, heavy and thick, slid along the valley offered by the huntress’ buttocks. Benezia could see the tip of the crown gleaming wetly. And she could see Samara’s fingers digging into the sheets.
“Shameful.” Samara strained to say. “Humiliating.”
An honest answer… but not the entire truth. Benezia pursed her lips.
“I didn’t mean it like that, Samara. Answer properly.”
The huntress let out a sound. A sharp exhale that could have been a laugh, a scoff, a whimper. Perhaps it was all of them at once. The next sound was a gasp as Montes bucked his hips against hers. His cock leaked from the tip, a tiny stream of slick dropping onto the small of Samara’s back.
“It felt… intense.” Samara admitted in a quiet voice. “Filling. Sometimes painful.”
“Did it feel good?” Benezia pressed. Her fingers were drifting closer to the heat between her legs.
“My Lady-”
“Did he make you cum?”
This time Samara did whimper. She dropped her head down to the mattress, hiding her face. Montes said nothing, sweeping his hand over her back with surprising tenderness. For Benezia, however, patience was wearing thin.
“Samara.”
“Yes.” The huntress choked out. A long silence followed. “Yes, he did.”
Benezia smirked, satisfied.
“I could have told you that.” Montes muttered. He was back to fondling Samara’s rump, grinding his cock into the crevice of her ass.
Benezia ignored the barb. The heat between her thighs bloomed delightfully at the touch of her fingers. Slow, lazy strokes, meant to stir rather than storm. The storm would come later.
“He was your first human, wasn’t he?” Benezia asked in a softer voice.
“Yes, My Lady.”
“Hm. Mine too. Insatiable brute.”
“Yes. Insatiable.” Samara finally lifted her head. The shame on her face was darkly satisfying to behold. But Benezia felt pity as well, however fleeting it was.
Samara had failed her. Acted without orders. Got herself swept up into this mess. Providing her mistress a show was the least she could do.
“Look at the two of you, pretending like that’s a bad thing.” The Spectre drew his hips back, giving space for his battering ram cock to do its filthy work. “Most ladies would kill for a guy who can go more than a couple rounds.”
The man spread Samara’s cheeks and angled himself. That rod of his was aimed true.
Benezia gave Montes a nod. The man returned a wolfish smile.
A gasp ripped through the bedroom, pitched high and feminine. Montes was quick in running Samara through, sinking half his cock inside her in a single, sharp thrust. Samara herself went rigid, her eyes going wide and her mouth hanging open. A squeal came next, sharp hisses thorough grit teeth, a pinched brow and blushing cheeks signing for an intense rush of sensation. Even pain.
Benezia knew it well. She had worn that face before.
The rest was pure enjoyment. And maybe even a sliver of envy.
Bodies colliding, warm ivory and rich blue, hard muscle and lithe curves. Montes was rutting like an animal, grunting with effort as sweat dripped from his brow. And Samara, the brave, noble huntress, could only lie there and take it. Pinned to the bed. Helpless. Gasping and crying and moaning as that fat prick stabbed down into her.
“Oh! O-UH! It’s- It’s too- Too mu-u-uch!”
“Yesss.” Benezia let the word flow like honey. Her fingers worked faster, sliding through slick, silken folds, plunging into warmth and wetness and stoking delight in the pit of her core. “He’s enormous, isn’t he? You feel like you’re about to split apart.”
“I-AH!”
Montes grunted again, a lower, harsher sound now. He’d driven his hips down, flush to Samara’s, rooting himself within her.
“Goddamn, you’re tight.” He growled into her ear. “Like a fucking college girl.”
He was fucking hard and raw now. The sound of their coupling was obscene, skin slapping skin in ragged tempo. Samara hardly had the breath to cry out. All she could do was endure - just as Benezia did. Then Montes was curling one of his massive arms around the huntress’ neck, hoisting her up, up, up so that their audience of one could see her heavy, swinging tits. A bovine display, Benezia noted with tawdry amusement.
It drove the matriarch to move. She craved a closer look.
Benezia slid off the cushions, crawling forth. Her focus was fixed on Samara’s face. She drank it all in, all those flickers of emotion and sensation, savoring each as they raced on by. Soon she was up close to her loyal bodyguard, so close that she could admire the pain and pleasure sparking in Samara’s deep, blue eyes.
Benezia cooed softly as she reached out to stroke Samara’s cheek. There the skin was flushed and warm.
“It was foolish to confront him alone. Even more foolish to do so without my order.”
Samara merely whimpered back, shuddering as Montes sheathed inside her again. The little tremble rolling through her body, Benezia drank that in as well. It was splendid to behold.
“I’m sorry… Lady Benezia.” Samara managed to speak between gasps.
Through the blaze in the woman’s eyes, Benezia saw sincerity, clear and true. Once more, the matriarch felt that rush of satisfaction and pity entwined. It brought her to a plain truth: she could not shun Samara. Not for this.
“Still… You did it out of loyalty. You thought you were saving me.”
“Yes- Goddess!”
Samara clutched at Montes’ arm, nails digging into the solid muscle. She let out an ear-splitting shriek as the human rutted into her even harder. Benezia glanced past, down to where their bodies joined. The vision of Samara’s pretty, blue bottom rippling from the power of his thrusts… It took Benezia’s breath away. He was relentless. Tireless. Like his body was a machine. And his thick, veiny cock was pumping like an engine piston.
Benezia cradled Samara’s face. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek.
“Consider this your punishment… and a reward.” She turned her attention to Montes. “Make her scream for me.”
Montes’ eyes flashed with wicked purpose. Somehow, he found the vigor to double his efforts.
Samara could only let out a choked sob. Her face twisted in… Pain? Pleasure? Resignation? Acceptance? So many emotions all happening at once. So many feelings as her body endured the lusts of one insatiable human Spectre.
Benezia drew back, resting against the lounge cushions again. One hand slid down between her thighs. The other went to her breasts. Cupping. Groping. Pinching. The ache blooming in her core was sweet as sin. And the wailing rising from Samara’s throat only made it sweeter.
The matriarch watched. And the matriarch enjoyed.
It was a magnificent display. The tale of their whole species. An asari getting fucked.
END PART FOUR