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The Presidium

The asari stared down at the peaceful lake from the balcony of her office, watching the denizens of the Presidium walk about. Some of them moved quickly, weaving through the light crowds that filled the lakeside commons, rushing to get to their destinations wherever they might be. Those were the couriers, the upstart businessmen, the people who saw it as heresy to waste even a second of their precious time.

Others moved slowly, their steps calm, deliberate. These people could move slowly because they could afford to. Meetings waited on them, not the other way around. Business was done on their time.

Lady Benezia could relate. With a few rare exceptions, of course.

Exceptions like today. The human was running late. A human Spectre agent to be fair, but a human nonetheless.

The Citadel's newest arrivals had quickly made it clear that they were not beholden to tradition or ceremony. In fact, they seemed to make a point to dismiss such things at any opportunity. Only fifty years had passed since their first contact with the salarians but the humans, represented by their "Alliance", had already built a firm reputation of being classless brutes. Brutes who barrelled through bureaucracy, politics, tradition, and slavers all the same.

And young asari maidens can't get enough of them, Benezia thought ruefully. The woman frowned, once again flashing open her omni-tool to observe the time. Twenty minutes late now. Ridiculous.

She flashed her omni-tool again, bringing up the holo of the Spectre's file. She had his name, his age, his photo, and his Alliance service record prior to his Spectre induction. The rest was classified by Council decree. Not even Benezia's connection to Tevos could grant her access to what was behind the "black ink".

Agent Gabriel Montes. Thirty-two years of age. A child by asari standards. The Alliance - and the Hierarchy - called him a war hero. The batarians called him a war criminal. The man had built his career on culling slavers in the Terminus Systems. And today he wanted to meet with Benezia T'Soni personally.

Benezia glared at the holo. She wasn't one to believe in old superstitions, but the elder asari hoped her anger would manifest as discomfort for the man, wherever he was.

A soft beep sounded at the asari's wrist. Her receptionist's soft voice came through, accompanied by the soft buzz of short-wave audio transmissions.

"Lady Benezia, your afternoon appointment is here."

"Thank you, Layana. Send him in." Benezia pursed her lips. Despite the affront to asari customs displayed by his tardiness, the centuries-old woman was looking forward to meeting the man. She would get a measure of the Spectre who thought a Matriarch's time was worthless. And then she would get her petty revenge, sending him on his way like a scolded child. A dog with his tail between his legs, as the charming human saying went.

Benezia heard him before she saw him, heavy armored boots thumping against the floor. The automatic doors slid open and a looming mass strode forth into Lady Benezia's office. Centuries of learning the value of poise and grace helped Benezia keep her composure, but even then she was struck silent for the briefest moment.

Agent Montes was large. Benezia knew she shouldn't have been surprised. She saw his biometrics in his file. Six feet, three inches was listed as the human's height. Freakishly tall by asari standards. Adding on to that was his bulk. The wide shoulders and thick arms were common among males of his species, particularly the martial types. The same went for the human's flat torso, solid like a slab of rock, and the narrow waist leading down to thick, powerful legs.

Human males made for ugly asari. But as aliens, they were exotic. Alluring, even. Perhaps that was why they were such popular choices for adventurous asari maidens. And the human standing in Benezia's office was as alien as could be. Which made his few clearly asari features all the more vexing.

Montes' face was so un-asari with its hard lines and sharp features. His brow and jaw were too pronounced. His neck was far too thick. But his lips, surrounded by harsh bristles that humans called "hair", were full and delightfully plump. And his eyes, a dazzling blue-green, were near-enchanting.

Benezia smoothed out the fabric of her outfit's long skirt. Asari business attire was much less formal than salarian, turian, or even human counterparts. Today, Benezia wore a gown of white Nevosi silk, snug around her belly and hips but loose around her calves and ankles. Like all asari, Benezia was well aware of her own beauty. Naturally, she dressed to accentuate it. But now with this human in the room with her, cutting an admittedly intimidating presence in his heavy armor, Benezia felt a tinge of… vulnerability. This, despite the kinetic barrier harness sewn into the fabric of her dress.

"Miss T'Soni," The Spectre greeted, his low voice rumbling from deep in his chest. Not gravelly like a batarians or nasally like a salarians. His voice wasn't musical like an Asari's or a Quarian's. It was clear, strong, and almost pleasant to listen to. Almost. He gave a short bow, as one would expect from a fellow asari. "Thank you for your time."

Two centuries ago, Benezia's heart would have been fluttering. Five centuries ago, she might have already flung herself into his arms, such was the spirit and daring of her youth. But today, at a respectable eight hundred and sixty years, Benezia T'Soni had long since sated her desire for alien company. She was no longer the blushing maiden, sent swooning at the sight of an exotic potential lover.

Benezia gave a short bow in turn, bringing an official start to… whatever this meeting was.

"I must admit, this is quite unusual." Benezia began, taking a seat at her desk. She gestured to one of the chairs opposite to her, inviting the human to join her. "It's not often that a Spectre agent requests an audience with me. To what do I owe this… Occasion?"

The human, Montes, spared the empty seat a quick glance… And ignored it. Instead, he moved right up to Benezia's desk, boots thumping with each step. His face remained mostly passive, keeping an even expression but for the small quirk in his lips, a grin that wasn't quite friendly but wasn't overtly mocking, either. Benezia wasn't sure if the man was trying to intimidate her or was simply acting the way humans were known for.

"I understand that you're a busy woman, Miss T'Soni." His voice cut through the air, deep and clear. Such was the way humans were often compared to krogan: their presence in a room was often unmistakeable. Montes' omni-tool flashed open, bringing up a holo-image of a very familiar face. "I'll just get right to the point. You have a daughter: Dr. Liara T'Soni."

For a moment, Benezia's blood ran cold. A Spectre had requested an audience with her out of the blue and now her daughter was involved. Possibilities raced through her mind. Terrible possibilities.

"Is she in trouble? Has something happened to her?" Benezia found herself asking, the words tumbling out of their own accord. Matriarchs had unparalleled restraint but there were few things in the galaxy more powerful than a mother's concern. Then she was rising from her seat, more questions ready to come flying from her lips.

"Your daughter is fine." Montes told her calmly and firmly. He raised a gloved hand, gesturing for her to stay seated. "Nice and safe back on Thessia. She's got a nice, cushy job at the Grand Prothean Museum in Armali, right?"

"Yes." Benezia nodded, feeling a sudden rush of relief. She exhaled through her nose, mentally chastising herself for having such an emotional display in front of a stranger - and a human, no less. "She was elated when they called her back after her interview."

"It's a very prestigious job from what I've read." Montes grinned down at her. She caught a flash of something in his eyes. Something less than savory. "And we both know she didn't earn it."

The relief Benezia felt was gone. As was the fear. Now, all the Matriarch could feel was a sudden rush of anger. How dare this lowly human insult the T'Soni family, insult Liara, in Benezia's own office. She stood then, pointing a finger accusingly at the human lout, a faint aura of biotic energy dancing across her body. An ancient asari intimidation tactic that never failed to get a response.

"That's absolutely preposterous." Benezia spat, sneering at the man across from her. Her glare, refined by centuries of experience, was surely burning itself into human's mind. "My daughter is one of the most brilliant minds in her field. If anything, she's overqualified."

"Is that why you had to bribe the Armali Historical Board to hire her?"

Benezia nearly recoiled as the words seemed to strike her across the face. That's what it had felt like, at least. The flame inside her wilted then into a mere simmer.

No, she thought adamantly. He's bluffing. He has to be. There's no way he has any proof.

"First you insult my daughter, now you're launching wild accusations against my character. Me. A matriarch of the T'Soni line." Benezia maintained some measure of composure, glowering as well as any turian. "Hmph. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Humans aren't known for their intelligence."

Montes didn't take the bait. As large and brutish as they were, humans weren't krogan. And from the knowing grin on this human's face, Benezia had a dreadful feeling that her worst fears had been realized.

"Not an accusation, Miss T'Soni. Truth. And evidence to support it."

The Spectre made a few keystrokes on his omni-tool and a moment later there was a ping at Benezia's personal desk terminal. The Matriarch pressed her lips into a thin line, her mouth suddenly as dry as the drell homeworld. The dread, the anxiety, they returned tenfold.

Benezia opened her terminal… And her heart sank. The human hadn't been bluffing. Staring back at her from her holo display was evidence, indeed. Damning evidence. Bank statements, transaction archives, audio recordings. They were all copies, of course. Not even a human would be stupid enough to hand over his own blackmail material.

Blackmail. The word rang through her head like a clock tower bell. Her shoulders slumping in defeat, the asari sank back into her chair. This man means to blackmail me, she realized then. The feeling of dread settled in the pit of her belly, heavy like a stone.

Montes moved around Benezia's desk so that he was standing beside her, looming over her. She briefly had the thought to toss the human into the nearest wall with a biotic throw, a fantasy of defiance fueled by the embers of her lingering anger. But Benezia thought better of it and kept her hands clenched upon her desk.

"Humans are known for their ruthlessness." Montes spoke again, his tone lower now. Lower and more severe. He leaned on her desk, crossing his arms over his armored chest. The grin he had sported was gone, replaced with a cold, stony expression. "I will leak this info to the Armali press. Citadel press, too. Your credibility will be destroyed. So will your daughters. I expect the same for the Armali Historical Board. And who do you think they'll blame for that? Your daughter's name will be poison. She'll never get hired in the field again. Is that what you want?"

Benezia felt her heart sink even further into despair. The man's words were cold venom, the nightmare he was speaking slithering its way into her thoughts. She imagined it as if it were real, a dreadful future for the T'Soni family. A young maiden's future destroyed by the very actions her mother took to secure it.

"Do you want money?" She asked, her voice shamefully small and quiet. In that moment, she hated this human. Hated the man called Gabriel Montes. Hated how tall he was, hated his bulk, hated how small he made her feel. She looked up at the Spectre, leveling her eyes with his. His blue-green eyes. Dazzling. Roguish. Cunning. She hated them, too.

"I'm a Spectre. I have plenty of connections and they all have deep pockets. I'm not looking for extra credits." His eyes glimmered with something more just then, something that unsettled the matriarch. It was a look that males, no matter the species, tended to have. Especially around asari. An unmistakable hunger. "My demands are much… simpler."

The human broke their held gaze then. She felt his eyes on her body, roaming over every curve. Benezia was suddenly aware of how form-fitting her business attire was. Of how she had chosen this gown specifically because of the way it accentuated her figure. His intent was more than clear. Benezia felt a chill spread across her skin... Followed by a wave of disgust crashing against her body.

In hindsight, Benezia should have expected this the moment Agent Montes walked into her office. Not only was he human, he was male. Asari beauty was desired throughout the stars, but especially by males - An oddity that was pondered by asari thinkers for nearly three millennia. A human male might find an asari matriarch to be a conquest among conquests. The thought sent a shudder down Benezia's back.

"You can't mean it." Benezia couldn't hide the enmity in her voice. She leaned back, inching away from the human brute, hoping fruitlessly that she could escape his hungry gaze. "Why?"

Montes gave a low chuckle. It was deep and rumbling sent Benezia's belly into flips. "Lady, have you looked in a mirror? That's why."

Her aunts had warned her about this, Benezia remembered. The price of grace and unmatched beauty. Even with all of the accomplishments of Thessia, even with all the steps taken in the name of diplomacy, unity, and understanding, even with the respect and admiration of the entire galaxy, there would still be those who would dare to take, to possess, to claim asari as playthings. As pets.

Everything I've done for my people… Everything I've done for my family… And this human just wants to get me into bed. To take me. To violate me.

"You're disgusting." Benezia whispered, scowling at Spectre Montes, at his dumb, grinning face. Finding the fire of anger again, even for just a moment, the matriarch rose from her chair. "You're a damned brute. You and the rest of your… barbaric race!"

Montes was unfazed. Maddeningly, his grin spread into a wolfish smile. He pushed off from Benezia's desk, standing again at his full height. Towering over the seething matriarch.

"And your daughters can't seem to get enough of us." He said plainly. "One of the galaxy's great mysteries. Tomorrow evening you can figure it out for yourself."

The words came as a shock.

"...Tomorrow?" Benezia repeated, aghast. A number of biting retorts entered the asari's mind, including a swath of insults against the human's questionable parentage. She opened her mouth to let loose a well-deserved verbal strike, but her moment was struck dead before it even began. Montes was already heading for the office door.

"I've already sent the details to your terminal. You'll find an address listed there." The human called over his shoulder. He stopped at the door and turned halfway, taking the opportunity to cast his eyes over Benezia's body again. The hungry look in his eyes made her feel weak. Vulnerable. Naked.

"Big bad human Spectre needs to blackmail a woman into his bed?" She didn't know where her sudden ferocity came from. And for a brief moment she feared she might have ruined her daughter's future.

But Montes only laughed. Another low chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. Benezia hated that his disregard of her only made her feel worse.

"Need's got nothing to do with it. I want you in my bed." His words were clear, firm, and cut right down to her bones. "And if those bribes you made are going to stay buried, then the only thing that should matter to you is what I want. You understand?"

Benezia felt her lips trembling but she wouldn't dare allow herself to shed tears in front of this animal. A matriarch needed to maintain her dignity. And he didn't deserve the satisfaction.

"...I understand." She said, finally.

"Good. Show up to the address tomorrow evening. Alone." He stroked his chin, thinking. "Wear something nice. Sexy. And who knows? You might enjoy yourself."

And then he was gone. Leaving Benezia T'Soni alone in her office with nothing but dread, anxiety, and fear to keep her company. That, and the tiniest sliver of hope that she just saved her daughter's career from being destroyed.

It seemed so awfully simple: As long as she did what the human wanted, her family was safe. Any mother would have taken that deal, Benezia knew.

But realization began to set in within minutes of the Spectre's departure. Tomorrow, she was going to surrender herself to his whims. His desires. No matter how wicked or depraved they were. Tomorrow, she was going to join him in bed. And do everything such an action would entail.

"By the Goddess…" Benezia moaned, sinking back into her chair. Fingers pressing into her temples, the asari grappled with the gravity of her situation. "What have I just agreed to?"

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Tiberius Towers, Silversun Strip

The Citadel

Gabriel Montes knew it was unbecoming of a grown man to be feeling so giddy. He knew. The kind of excitement that was humming through his nerves was better fit for a younger man. Like a boy getting a BB gun for Christmas. Or a teenager getting his first car.

But truthfully, Montes couldn’t fucking help it. Resting on his sofa, amidst the soft sound of salarian jazz filling the halls of his luxury apartment, the human soldier felt a sense of elation. A shit-eating grin hadn’t left his face since the day before.

Yesterday, he had taken the risk beyond all risks. Even beyond the trials he undertook as a Council Spectre. He had blackmailed an asari matriarch. Marched right into her office and coerced her into his bed. Of course, he hadn’t enjoyed the pleasure of her company yet. But he had offered her terms. Keeping her family’s reputation intact in exchange for an evening of... engagement .

So he sat and waited, tending to a glass of Thessian sweetwine. She was going to show up. Eventually. Cut-throat CEO or not, Benezia T’Soni was still a mother. 

Montes didn’t particularly enjoy threatening the woman’s daughter, but then again, there were a lot of things about being a Spectre that he didn’t enjoy. He had done worse. And using those kinds of measures to get what he wanted… Well, that was just the kind of man he had become. 

The moment he saw those holo-images of Lady Benezia staring back at him, he knew that the asari was going to be his. The hard part was already over. The Matriarch knew the price of his silence. And tonight he was going to collect.

The doorstep VI pinged from the terminal across the living room. Montes’ shit-eating grin broke into a shit-eating smile. 

She had arrived.

Montes leisurely strolled over to the terminal screen fitted to his wall - He didn’t want to appear too excited. But he was excited as the stirring in his loins would attest. Lady Benezia was going to find out for herself soon enough.

He pressed a button and the holo-screen blinked to life. It was a live feed from the lobby. Benezia glared at him through the screen, dressed in a long black coat with a thick, white fur trim along the collars. It looked expensive, likely costing more than what Montes made in a year. By comparison, the garb of the asari standing beside Benezia looked far more casual: Grey shirt and pants. Though the muted clothing did little to diminish the other woman’s beauty. Even in such simple clothes, she appeared as radiant as the Matriarch. Full lips, high cheekbones, enthralling blue eyes, the woman was downright gorgeous. But such was the case with the asari.

Montes would have been as enamored with her as he was with Benezia if not for one thing: He had told Lady T’Soni to come alone. 

“Benezia T’Soni. The Lady of the hour.” He greeted, smiling at the two blue women. “Who’s your friend?”

“I will not hold a conversation with you while waiting outside your apartment like a streetwalker. Buzz me in. ” Her voice came clipped and heated, her glare burning holes in his face even through the screen. 

Montes’ smile widened. 

“Oh, I love a demanding woman.” He tapped another key on the terminal screen, allowing Benezia and her guest access to his floor. So what if the woman brought a friend? Montes had handled two asari before. In his bed and in the field. And a woman like Benezia, know matter how stubborn, would never gamble with her daughter’s future. Not even for a chance to get even. 

Montes wasn’t worried about his guest’s “plus one”. But he did have some questions.

A few minutes later, both asari walked into his apartment. Benezia, of course, had a confident strut. She moved through the human’s dwelling not like she owned the place but rather that the man’s home was graced by her presence. The other woman had slower, more purposeful steps. Montes immediately had her pegged as either military or former military. 

A body guard? Makes sense.

She was of similar height to Benezia, so Montes towered over the both of them. A head shorter than him, they both seemed soft, dainty. But Montes knew better. Asari weren’t so easily broken. Which  made them perfect for his particular tastes. 

“I told you to come alone.” He said plainly, crossing his arms.

Benezia had passed by him, taking deliberate steps further into the spacious apartment. She looked from the holo-fireplace to the large entertainment holo-screen to the real books lining the walls of his shelves. It was then that Montes realized that she was silently judging him. As a younger man, he might have felt nervous - a beautiful woman evaluating him. But this was why he had chosen her to begin with. Benezia was the woman who was not so easily impressed - or tamed . That was why he was going to make her his.

“This is Samara.” Benezia finally said after a short moment of silence, pointing to the other asari who was now sitting on the far end of his sofa. “She’s the head of my personal security team. Her presence here is non-negotiable. ”

“Is that right?” Montes gave a half-hearted wave towards the other asari. He noted that she was unarmed and pointedly not wearing a kinetic barrier harness. He let himself relax then. Even asari trained with biotics wore barrier harnesses when going into a fight. It was becoming clear that Benezia brought the woman as a precaution. Given the circumstances, he couldn’t really blame her.

“She’s here to ensure that I am not brutalized. Barring that, she will not interfere.” Benezia confirmed his suspicions, turning from his bookshelf to face him. Even when giving him a withering look of disdain , the Matriarch was the vision of beauty. Montes thought about what she was wearing under her heavy coat, all the tantalizing ideas he had of the special outfit she chose to wear for their rendezvous . What was it going to be? Lace? Silk? Nothing at all? 

“ Hmm ,” Montes grunted, leering at the asari. This time she didn’t shrink under his hungry gaze. Not like she did back in her office. This time she stared back, daring him to undress her in his mind. “Fair enough. You’ve got nothing to worry about from me, Miss T’Soni. You have my word.”

“Good. She’ll hold you to it.” Benezia nodded towards Samara. 

Montes spared the bodyguard another glance. The woman was still seated on his couch, one leg crossed over the other, eyes scanning him, the room, the windows, everything. A silent sentinel. Montes wondered if Samara even knew about the true nature of her employer’s meeting with him. Did Benezia tell her she was being coerced into a man’s bed? Did Benezia tell her why ?

The human Spectre went through the questions in his head for a moment before realizing that he didn’t actually care. Benezia T’Soni was in his apartment. She had agreed to his terms. She was giving herself to him now. All he had to do was take .

“Master bedroom is upstairs.” He told her.

Benezia pursed her lips and gave a short nod.

“Samara, stay here.” She said softly.

“My lady,” Came the other asari’s musical, queenly voice. 

Such as it was with asari.

The human followed her up the stairs - no doubt trying to get a good look under her coat, the bastard. Benezia tried to maintain a sense of dignity, with purpose and grace in every stride. But the Matriarch felt tense. She couldn’t help it. The man who trailed behind her had threatened her family. And tonight she was giving herself to him. Benezia felt her cheeks burning as she moved towards what could only be the master bedroom.

The shame of being bent to another’s will - a human’s will - was almost too great for the woman to bear, even in secret. 

Samara knew next to nothing, only aware that her friend and employer was meeting with a human Spectre for an evening rendezvous. But that did little to sooth Benezia’s embarrassment. Her head of security might not have known the reason she was there, but she had to have known the purpose of the visit. Asari didn’t make evening visits to mens’ apartments to have friendly chats.

Montes’ master bedroom was more modest than she expected, barring the large, king-sized bed. King-sized , because of course patriarchal humans would turn their noses up at asari classifications.

Benezia stared at the bedding. She felt a tremble through her back, her belly coiling and uncoiling. That bed, she realized, that was where this man was going to have her. That was where he was going to take her .

The asari swallowed. Her mind was screaming at her but she snuffed those thoughts out. She was here for Liara, she reminded herself. 

Benezia turned to face the man called Montes, ready to strike him with a scathing glare. The human hadn’t even dignified her arrival with decent clothes. Simple pants - what humans called ‘jeans’ - and a simple black shirt. Such as it was with humans to flippantly ignore asari courtesies. The fur-lined coat she wore was likely worth a year’s rent for the man’s apartment.

She glanced past the human Spectre and frowned.

“You’ve left the door open.” Benezia observed.

“The walls are soundproof. Your bodyguard needs to know that I’m not hurting you.” Montes said simply, leaning against his desk. 

Benezia’s cheeks burned again. Samara was going to hear everything. The thought of her friend knowing exactly what this man was doing to her… The Matriarch felt a stab in her heart. Then she felt angry. She shot the human with a venomous look, scowling. This was likely an attempt to get back at her for bringing an uninvited guest. A juvenile power play by a bull-headed man.

“ Fine. ” Benezia hissed. She peeled off her gloves, tossing them carelessly on the nightstand beside the bed. “Before we begin, I believe there should be clarity between us. I detest you, human. I meant what I said to you yesterday. I think you’re a lecherous brute.”

“That’s fair.”

Benezia seethed silently at the man’s cordial demeanor. He didn’t care about the insults. He didn’t care about her anger, her humiliation. She would strike him with her hostility, her ferocity, biting words to let him know how loathed he was. She would shower him with her hate but he would just stand and smile.

The truth, Benezia realized, was that Montes had already won. And he knew it. And now Benezia knew it, too.

“You’re extorting me for sexual favors. Let’s not pretend otherwise. But I will do anything to protect my daughter. I… submit to your terms.” Benezia forced those last words out, sighing heavily. The asari closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She had spoken the words and brought her nightmare into existence. Now it was real. “I will serve your desires to the best of my ability. But in order to do that, I need to know what those desires are. ”

Montes smirked, pushing himself off from his desk. He strode around the bed, slow and deliberate, his eyes upon Benezia. He drank her in, seemingly appreciating her presence in his bedroom. There was a smug pride about his face and Benezia knew why. Not only had he successfully ensnared an asari Matriarch, he had gotten her into his den willingly. He offered her a choice and she had chosen him.

The asari felt her belly doing flips again. The man closed the distance between them until he towered over her. Even out of his Spectre armor, Montes struck an imposing figure. Such was common when humans and asari were seen together. The two species may have had similar appearances, but there were still distinct racial differences. Humans were simply larger creatures. Taller, stronger, hardier. Despite the outward similarities, the humans were closer to krogan than they were to asari.

Benezia felt a sudden jolt of anxiety then. What good would her wisdom do her here? The domain of stamina and vigor, the carnal battle of flesh and lust. The asari’s heart began to race. She had travelled into the lion’s den willingly. And now there was no way out.

“I’m a man who’s in the best shape of his life.” Montes told her. From what she saw standing before her, Benezia had no reason not to believe him. She hated to admit it, but physically the human was as impressive as he was intimidating. “Even before the genetic enhancements I received from the Alliance, I was considered beyond impressive. Now? Let’s say I have an abundance of pent up energy.”

“You want me to help you unwind?” Benezia spat mockingly, staring up into the human’s eyes.

Montes smirked, an insufferable sight. Then he reached forward, casually undoing the belt of her heavy coat. Benezia nearly jumped as his hands came to her waist, her eyes widening at the man’s pointed disregard for her personal space. The absolute nerve the human had was infuriating . 

“I’m sure a matriarch would be up to the task, no?” His barb came smooth and jovial, like he was teasing a lover instead of his blackmail target. He began to undo the large buttons running down the front of her coat.

“I have centuries of experience in the art of lovemaking.” Benezia fumed, slapping the man’s hands away. Glowering at him with blazing eyes, she began to undo the buttons herself. She kept her gaze locked on Montes, not looking away for even a moment as she slowly revealed the evening wear her coat had hidden away. Even when giving him something the leer at, she would never let him forget her loathing. “Even with your enhancements, I doubt you could handle me. ”

She opened her coat then and shrugged her shoulders, letting it fall down her back. The feeling of the soft white fur brushing against her bare skin on the way down sent a shiver through her body. The human’s hungry eyes upon her only amplified the sensation of vulnerability. 

He had told her to wear something sexy, so she had. Benezia didn’t know why she followed that particular order to the letter. Perhaps it was fear? Concern for her daughter? It didn’t matter now. She couldn’t escape the truth of it. 

She had worn this outfit to please him.

Black silk, the dress was. The fabric was spun by specialized artisans from the villages deep in the valleys between the Armali mountains. Or so Benezia had been told when she purchased it. It was a deep black, contrasting beautifully against her rich, blue skin. The short skirt exposed much of her legs, more appropriate for a Maiden than a Matriarch. It was snug to her hips and waist, clinging to her body like a second skin. 

The dress itself was a wrap-style, common to the tropical coastal cities of Serrice. Bands of black silk wrapped around her body, exposing a great blue swath of her belly, slipping under her breasts and cradling them with support from the band wrapped around her neck.

Benezia T’Soni, dressed like the kind of giggling maiden draped over a human or turian’s shoulder at any nightclub on the Citadel. She had enough blue flesh on display to be mistaken for a club dancer. All for the pleasure of this Agent Montes.

And it was certainly to his pleasure. Benezia stood before him, feeling just as exposed as she did back in her office, her belly doing flips as he drank in the sight of her.

“That sounds like a challenge, Miss T’Soni.” His voice was low, rumbling, almost a growl. He drew his hungry eyes slowly across her body, closing in on her until they were inches apart. He reached forth again with his hands and Benezia wanted to inch away from his foul touch. She found that she couldn’t move, her feet, her body rooted to the spot. She inhaled sharply as his fingers grazed her exposed belly. They were like embers dancing on her skin.

“It’s an observation.” Benezia almost stammered, the realization of what was about to happen shooting through her mind like lightning. Montes hummed, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, as he wrapped an arm around the woman’s waist and drew them closer together. The warmth, the damnable heat of his body, the unmistakable presence the man had... They nearly killed the words in Benezia’s throat. “You humans have a habit of overestimating your abilities.”

“We also have a habit of making our detractors eat their words. Among other things…” He grinned down at her, eyeing her plump lips. She bit them in response. Her mind became a storm of worry as she thought of all the horrible, wicked things he might have been imagining about her mouth.  “Just giving you a fair warning: I like to get a little rough.”

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Benezia T’Soni’s heart was beating like mad. A shiver passed over and through her skin, burrowing deep into her bones, into her very core. 

He moved them, guided them towards his bed. Benezia’s lips quivered as she tried forcing a scowl. Her mind raced, thinking of anything to make this just a little worse for the human. But the asari found that the longer his hands were on her, the longer she felt the heat radiating off of his body, the less her righteous anger raged.

The fight had already been lost. Montes was going to have his way. All Benezia had left were her words. So she was going to use them.

“I’m over eight hundred years old. I’ve faced lustful brutes like you before.” Benezia sneered as the man sat himself on his bedside, putting him at eye-level with the asari. She made a noise of disgust as he slid his arm from around her waist and brought his hands up to cup her breasts. Of course, her voice transformed into a low moan as Montes began to grope and fondle as human males were like to do.

His hands were upon her body, molesting her, violating her. Benezia fought back a whimper through clenched teeth, shutting her eyes as she felt the man’s fingers tease her nipples through the black silk. He teased her nipples into hardness, pinching them between his big, beastly fingers, and rolling them. 

Benezia moaned then, loud and clear. It was unmistakable for what it was. The sound of a woman’s pleasure. Benezia felt a heavy wave of despair crash over her. It was the final insult: Being betrayed by her own body.

Montes seemed satisfied by it, finally pulling his hands away. He had stopped grinning, thankfully, instead regarding the Matriarch with cool, hard eyes.

“Lose the dress.” He ordered. “Let me see the body you’re offering me.”

Benezia gave Montes a deathly cold look. But then she began to do as she was told, reaching behind her neck to undo the knot that supported the upper half of her dress.

“Know that you are unworthy of witnessing such elegance.” The black silk bands that cradled her breasts came loose, dark wisps of thin fabric dropping down her belly. Benezia offered what humans males loved to see, freeing her large, blue breasts to his eyes. He cupped them in his hands again, squeezing. His touch was hot and rough. And vile , Benezia thought as she regarded the human with a disdainful expression. “Thessian beauty is wasted on you.”

“Wasted? No. I’ll have every inch of you.” Montes grabbed her by the waistline of her dress and tugged her closer, nearly causing Benezia to trip on her heels. The asari gasped as the man darted forward and buried his face in her bosom. She very nearly shrieked when she felt his mouth latch onto one of her breasts, sucking a nipple into his vile mouth. Violation. The word rang in Benezia’s mind, deafening. He’s turned me into his plaything. Montes kissed and licked one breast before quickly moving his attention to the other, repeating the process with fervor. After a time, he pulled back, his lips slurping away from Benezia’s tit. He gave a wolfish smile, grunting. “ Lovely. ”

Then he reached down to Benezia’s skirt, gripping the waistline with both hands… and ripped it. Benezia could only make an indignant sound, throwing the man a dirty look as he tossed the tatters of her dress aside, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black lace panties and heels.

“Do you have any idea how much that dress was worth?” Benezia hissed, slapping a palm against his chest. There was a thump upon impact and Benezia’s hand camp back stinging. The man only chuckled, his eyes twinkling like it was good humor.

“You can afford a new one.” He dismissed her anger like it was a joke, like she was nothing to fear. How could she be? Standing in his bedroom, naked . Wrapped in his arms like an asari dancer he charmed enough to come home with him. 

“ Animal. ” The Matriarch seethed, slapping her hand against his chest again. This time she didn’t care about the dull throbbing pain in her hand. “Low-minded barbarian. ”

“I’m not just going to fuck you, Miss T’Soni. I’m going to make you like it. ” It was a promise, Benezia knew. His voice was cool, sincere. Gabriel Montes had proven to be many horrible things, but he had never lied to her. The human Spectre drew his hands from her body, leaning back on his bed. He began to undo his belt. “But first, you’re going to show me how committed you are to your new position. Get on your knees. ”

Benezia’s heart nearly leapt into her throat. She felt the urge to strike him again, this time across his face. But she reminded herself why she had accepted his terms. She reminded herself of Liara.

The Matriarch gave a short nod and knelt on the floor, positioning herself between the man’s legs.

“Eight centuries of experience, you said. Do you know what to do?” Montes felt no small measure of satisfaction at the sight of an asari Matriarch on her knees. No doubt smirking like the luckiest bastard at the casino, he tugged his pants and boxer briefs down to his thighs. His manhood, having been throbbing painfully in the confines of tight fabric, basked in the freedom of the cool air. Twitching, aching for a woman’s touch, his prick seemed to aim itself right at Lady Benezia’s lips. 

The asari showed the expected amount of shock at the sight of it, much to Montes’ shameless glee. It might have been a bit self-aggrandizing, but Montes was more than aware of how impressive he was. As a soldier. As a man .

And now Lady Benezia was aware of it, too.

“ Revolting. ” The asari grimaced, her nostrils flaring as she was struck by the scent of his musk. His cock twitched again, like it was laughing at her distaste. “It’s baffling that there are asari who say they enjoy this human odor.”

“We’re an acquired taste.” Montes insisted. “So go on and acquire it.”

“Bastard.” Benezia huffed, but nonetheless reached to take him in hand. Tentatively, she took him by the base, both hands coming forth to hold him steady.

The asari stared at the human’s cock for a long moment, breathing in and out - An action that did very interesting and wonderful things to the proud, pendulous breasts that stood upon her chest.

Finally, she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss against the head. Then another. More kisses came, warm and sometimes wet. Pressed to the swollen cockhead, then lower. The kisses became longer, harder, deeper. Soon, the asari was leaving behind spots of warm saliva, glistening against the dim light of Montes’ bedroom.

She created a trail leading down the shaft, soft and wet kisses. A lovely sensation only intensified by the asari’s delicate touch as she cradled his cock in her hands. Lower and lower she went, until she reached his balls. For a moment, the asari stopped. Montes wondered then if she was going to ignore them entirely, perhaps too disgusted to even touch them. But then her face darted forward and she planted kisses against each bulb.

One blue hand retreated from his cock to cup his balls. She held them both in palm, guiding one into her mouth. She sucked. Montes grunted at the feeling of her lips engulfing him, exhaling through his nose as her tongue swirled around one of his precious stones. Then she let it fall from her lips and took the other into her yearning mouth. It was just like the way he treated her tits, Montes realized with a smirk.

As Benezia suckled upon his scrotum, lathering his balls with her tongue, she began to slowly stroke his length, drawing her soft, delicate hand up and down his cock. Her blue fingers could barely close around his girth, Montes noted with pride.

“Damn. You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He teased her. But she said nothing, not rising to his bait. Instead, she slurped away from his balls, running her tongue up the length of his shaft. She came back up to the swollen cockhead and kissed it again, staring him in the eyes as she did. She held his gaze and finally took his cock into her mouth, sucking hard. Montes hissed a curse through his teeth, before letting out a low groan. “ Christ , you’re really going all out.”

She sucked him, bobbing her head in his lap, getting herself into a steady rhythm. Lips and tongue working together to bathe the human’s fat prick in pleasure and warm spit. Whatever she couldn’t stuff into her mouth she stroked with her hands, milking him. If Montes didn’t know any better, he would have assumed she wanted him to spend in her mouth. It was… strange. A few moments ago, she was completely disgusted by everything about him.

Benezia might have noticed the brief look of confusion on Montes’ face, because soon after she drew herself back from the man’s mammoth manhood. Montes grunted, watching his cock glisten against the cool air of his bedroom. Benezia held him with both hands, one hand at his base keeping him steady while the other gave half-hearted strokes to keep him stiff and throbbing.

“Asari take the art of lovemaking very seriously. ” Benezia explained, her voice flat. Still, she jacked him off, her soft hand running up and down the immense length of the human’s cock. “Our Goddess blessed us with the gift of pleasure. Even extorted sex has a place in our mythological canon. Many asari queens agreed to sexual service in order to save their people.”

The Matriarch then spat a glob of saliva onto his cockhead, using her hand to spread it across his entire length. She quickened her strokes, jacking Montes off at a higher pace. She took his cock into her mouth again, giving him deeper, more intense sucks. Her tongue lashed against the underside, insistent. Hungry.

“You’re telling me that asari are known for this kind of thing?” Montes asked, incredulity creeping into his words.

Benezia released his cock from her mouth again with a grunt of annoyance. Was she angry that he hadn’t found release yet or was she sick of listening to him talk? Hell, Montes was sure it might have been both at the same time.

The blue woman glared at him then, keeping his manhood steady by the base. He watched it sway lightly in the air, softly prodding against the Matriarch’s lips.

“We’re known for putting our loved ones above our dignity. But you human men don’t care about honor. You only care about this big, ugly thing hanging between your legs.” Benezia gave his cock a scowl, batting the shaft softly, causing it to rock back and forth some before she steadied it again. 

The asari wrapped her lips around the head, sucking him into her mouth again. But this time Montes reached forth, planting his hands on her head. When she dipped down to take his length into her mouth, he pushed , forcing her to take even more of him. Benezia made a startled sound, muffled of course by Montes’ fat prick, batting her fist against his thighs. But the man held firm, pushing her down further. Grunting, Montes nearly came undone right then as he relished the sensation of his cock dipping into Benezia’s tight throat. Reflexively she tried to swallow him, convulsing around the big cock in her mouth. It felt like heaven.

Benezia’s nose brushed against his waist then and he knew she had taken every inch. Montes couldn’t help but feel impressed by the asari. Eight centuries on and she could still swallow cock with the best of them. Feeling satisfied, he finally let her go. 

The Matriarch drew back from him quickly with a lewd SHLRK . Sucking in deep, shuddering breaths, the asari slapping the back of her hand against his leg. 

“ By the Goddess… ” She managed to rasp in between inhales. Glaring up at Montes, Benezia poked a finger into his belly. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Sorry.” Montes shrugged. “I needed to know if you could handle it. Go ahead and do your thing.”

“ Animal. ”

Amazingly, the asari returned to her duty of pleasuring him. Montes had half-expected the woman to storm out of his apartment after a stunt like that. But it was as she had told him: Asari took lovemaking very seriously.

With defiance in her eyes, she spat upon his cock again. She stroked him, coating his length in her spit, all while gracing him with a withering, loathsome glare. She dipped her head down and spat on his balls, too. Her tongue lashed out against them, running across his scrotum with eager insistence. 

She sucked his balls again, sucking them hard and with zeal. In a way, it almost appeared like it was therapeutic for her. Montes realized then, Benezia was using her anger to fuel her passion. 

“Good God , woman.” Montes fell back onto his mattress, groaning as the asari between his legs milked his cock and balls for all they were worth. Which, as she was about to find out, was quite a bit.

Her mouth was upon him, engulfing him. Benezia sucked , her lips closed tight around his girth, her tongue massaging the ugly beast, coaxing him into spending.

And he did. His blood boiling, singing with ecstasy, Montes grunted in satisfaction. The human came and came hard . 

Twitching, throbbing between her lips, the hot seed that roiled in his balls rushed forth like a raging flood. Shooting up through his massive length, splashing onto Benezia’s waiting tongue. Rope after rope after rope, erupting into the Matriarch’s sweet, lovely mouth.

The bliss washed over him, spreading through every nerve of his body, bursting from his core all the way to his fingertips. 

Fuck, that was good…

He could hear Benezia moan in shock… followed by an audible gulp. Montes couldn’t help but smile. He loved the sensation. The feeling of conquest.

“That was… repugnant. ” Benezia stated with muted fury. 

“You know… I didn’t tell you to swallow.” Montes noted with barely contained glee. He was pushing his luck at this point, but he didn’t care. 

She was silent for a long moment, but the man didn’t fear a reprisal. Luck always seemed to be on his side. And it didn’t seem like it was going to change anytime soon.

Suddenly, Montes felt a soft, warm body fall across his own. His vision was filled with great swaths of blue as Benezia’s mountainous breasts swayed inches before his face. He looked up further and met Benezia’s gaze, her heated eyes filled with intent. She was straddling him now, her small, blue hands planted right on his chest.

“Let’s see if that fat, ugly thing is useful for anything, yes?” Benezia bit down at him, her voice sharp and fierce. She reached behind her to grasp at his still-hard cock, nestling it pleasantly between her soft asscheeks.

Luck really was on his side, it seemed.

Montes chuckled then, rumbling deep in his chest. His hands came up, finding their way to Benezia’s deliciously wide hips. His large fingers sank into the softness of her pliant, blue flesh. His prick twitched then, drumming against the plushness of the asari’s rear-end.

“Go on, then.” He dared her. “Knock yourself out.”

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It was a humiliation to have been brought so low. Even worse because it was at the command of this… human . The only proper reaction to such indignity was outrage, and so Lady Benezia felt it burning. But there was something else that came to her alongside it, something too shameful for a woman of her standing to admit.

Pleasure. Damnable pleasure.

Benezia let loose a shuddering groan, unwanted pleasure racking her body with quakes and trembles. She planted her hands firmly upon the human’s chest and let her hips and rear collide against his firm waist. His cock struck deep, ripping from the asari’s throat a moan so lewd and wanton she could scarcely believe it came from her own lips. The blazing ecstasy that bloomed from the joining of their bodies remained as white hot as when they started.

“Animal. You’re a damned animal. A savage. ” Benezia spat. This whole affair was some twisted dream. It had to be. How else could she feel so furious and so good at the same time?

The asari quivered upon the human’s cock, her own body betraying her as her slick cunt tightened around him. She let loose another moan then, this one low and guttural, like she was some animal in heat. Her blood was up, from both anger and arousal.

“A starving savage.” The human grunted back. “I haven’t had a woman in months. Spectre business doesn’t leave a man enough time to sate his baser needs.”

Montes didn’t even look at her as he spoke. No, his eyes were instead focused on two far grander prizes. Her breasts, so large and heavy as they were, hung pendulously down toward his face. They swayed and swung as she rode him, doubtlessly giving the human a show he wouldn’t forget after a thousand lifetimes.  He craned his head up, kissing her bosom, his lips catching the underside of the large swells. Then he captured one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth. His tongue lashed against the hard peak, suckling. Benezia hissed, one of her hands rising to his head to… Yank him away? Hold him there? She wasn’t quite sure. The man released her before she could decide, slumping back against his bed.

“Is that why you’re blackmailing me? Because you’re lonely? ” She sneered down at the brute beneath her, the Spectre called Montes, his own face twisted into a near-feral snarl. His hold on her tightened, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her hips, forcefully pulling her back down over his cock. He sank into her again, the battering ram that was his manhood splitting her folds apart so painfully, so deliciously. The air left the asari’s lungs, leaving her dizzy as another starburst of ecstasy set her nerves aflame.

“Nah.” Montes huffed, his voice rough and husky. “I’ve just never had an asari matriarch before.”

He gave a dark chuckle that spurned another bout of anger within Benezia. She bucked her hips hard in retaliation, groaning as his cock rolled inside her, but that only seemed to please him. Benezia did it again just to be sure, raking her nails down his bare chest and leaving red, welting streaks across his skin.

That was able to draw a pained hiss from the man. Benezia allowed herself the tiniest of smirks. She bore down upon the instrument of her shame, her rage, her lust , rolling her hips against him. She draped herself over his body until the tips of their noses touched and he could not look away from her.

“It is as I said. Savage. ”

Benezia felt that terrible, delightful quake again, deep in the pit of her belly. Trembling, she lifted herself off of Montes’ cock… And slammed herself back down. This time Montes was the one who groaned. It would have felt like a victory had Benezia herself not whimpered so pathetically like some virginal maiden.

Pleasure. Damnable pleasure.

There were sounds coming from the bedroom. Distant, but not at all muffled.

They were the sounds of bodies colliding together, of flesh slapping against flesh. They were carnal, sexual, but they weren’t the sounds of lovemaking. No, what the huntress was hearing was something far more primal. Savage. Violent, even.

And yet Lady Benezia was making no calls for help. Nor were there any desperate pleas for mercy. There were plenty of insults being hurled, vile curses and slurs that Samara was shocked to hear spilling from her Mistress’s lips.

The discordant sounds continued on, carrying from the upstairs bedroom, over the mezzanine, and down into the living room where Samara waited patiently. She sat on one of the long, dark sofas, her long legs crossed with her hands clasped over her knees. There she had waited for the last couple hours and there was where she would continue to wait, until Lady Benezia had… concluded her business with the human upstairs.

Samara pressed her lips into a line, choosing to instead focus her attention on the bright holo-signs just outside the apartment window. And if not the signs, then it was the denizens of the Silversun Strip walking along a few stories below.

But still Samara made an effort to listen. She had to, after all. Lady Benezia was her charge.

I pledged to her my service and my loyalty… But not my opinions.

No, it wasn’t an acolyte’s place to pass moral judgment upon the Lady she served. Benezia T’Soni wouldn’t be the first asari matriarch to take an alien lover and carry on a discreet affair. And if her people’s excitement over the newly arrived humans was any indication, she certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Even so, a Spectre?

Samara brought one hand up from her knees and blinked her omnitool on. A few keystrokes and the human Spectre’s face stared back at her. The picture wasn’t up to date. Here on her omnitool, the human named Gabriel Montes possessed a full, dark beard. When he welcomed them into his apartment hours ago, the beard had been shortened to nothing but bristles. Humans, males and females alike, used a process called “shaving” to rid themselves of unwanted hair, or so Samara had heard. It sounded unpleasant - and rather unsanitary. But to Samara, such was the case with these humans.

And now Lady Benezia is sharing a bed with one.

A lowd, high-pitched shriek split through the air. Benezia’s voice.

Samara’ eyes darted to the mezzanine balcony, her blood up in an instant. Her omnitool blinked out and her fist tightened into a fist, a blue haze of biotic power swirling about her fingers.

One good biotic charge and I can be in that room in less than a second…

But then the shriek turned to a woman’s soft moaning. Pained, strained, but with the touch of something more. The taste of something Samara had grown quite familiar with during her several centuries of life. Satisfaction.

Samara realized quickly that she was hearing the sound of her employer meeting her end. The type of end that many asari maidens so hungrily craved.

A man’s voice followed, groans and primal grunts, not unlike those of a Krogan. Montes, it seemed, had found his end as well.

Samara unclenched her fist, the swirling biotic hues dissipated along with her fury.

Then there was a resounding smack , the unmistakable sound of someone’s palm connecting with flesh. She heard Lady Benezia give another shriek, lower and angrier than before, followed by another string of curses and insults aimed at Montes, at humans, at Earth itself. They were words better suited to the mouth of a Tuchankan warlord, not a Matriarch of Thessia. And yet they came from Benezia’s lips, to Samara’ great shock. And even more twistedly, the human Montes seemed to enjoy the Lady’s venom. Another smack followed, this time punctuated by a woman’s lewd moan. Montes seemed to enjoy that even more .

The huntress felt another blooming heat spread across her face. Huffing through her nose, the asari turned back to the apartment window. Samara didn’t understand why her Lady chose that human as a lover. Nor was it her place to try and understand. She would do her duty. She would sit there and wait. And she would listen.

At least she chose a man with stamina, the Huntress thought wryly as the sounds of harsh fucking continued to carry down from the bedroom.

How many men could say they got an asari matriarch onto her back? Montes could only assume the number to be very low. There were billions and billions of asari, true. But few of those billions were matriarchs. And fewer still were held in such esteem as Lady Benezia T’Soni.

Having that knowledge made the tightness of the woman’s cunt around his cock that much sweeter. And delectable too was how sopping wet she was. Even as she sneered up at him, spitting venomous curses through clenched teeth, her eyes alight with burning fury, her arousal could not be hidden from him. Not when he was buried inside her, all the way to the hilt.

“This is all that your kind knows how to do.” Benezia hissed, clutching his head in her hands. Her fingernails dug slightly into the skin on the back of his neck, but Montes could more than endure the stinging pain. The heavenly feeling of asari folds quivering about his manhood more than made up for it. “You plunder . You ravage. You take. ”

Like an enraged bull, Montes huffed through his nose. This was how he preferred his women. A submissive, pliable beauty was always good for some easy fun. But it was the women like Benezia, those who had bite , who gave the hunt its thrill. Even in such a vulnerable position, Lady Benezia never lost her spirit, her fire.

And vulnerable indeed her position was, on her back with Montes looming over her. He gripped her by the ankles, pushing her legs up so that her feet were on either side of her head. Some matriarchs were as flexible as maidens, it seemed. Folded as she was, she could do nothing but endure the human’s brutish conquest of her body.

Snarling, Montes drew himself from her slick folds. Inch after inch after inch of his shaft rose languidly from the woman’s cunt, drawing a shuddering moan from her throat. Montes rose until only the head of his cock remained dipped in that asari honey, all nice and warm. Then he let himself fall, the entirety of his length sinking back into her. His hips collided with hers, flesh on flesh.

Lady Benezia gave a lovely wail, her hands falling from Montes’ neck to his shoulders. There, her nails dug deep into the firm flesh. Again, the pain mattered little. Montes felt a tremble through his body, a pleasure that seeped into him, deep into his bones. Asari cunt, wet and tight, was unlike anything else in the galaxy. Montes supposed he and other human men were beyond fortunate that their two species turned out to be so… compatible.

“Fuck yeah…” Montes grunted, pulling himself up and driving himself into her cunt again before the asari could even recover.

Benezia gave a choked sob, staring up at him with wide eyes full of rage, disbelief, and lust - all in equal measure. He stole a glance further down. Hard nipples capped dark blue areolae. Her breasts, so magnificent in their enormity, quaked as he fell upon her again, the tremors across her abundant flesh visible for a split-second. A hypnotic sight. Montes wanted to see it again.

He rose - and drove his cock down deep. Hot asari cunt quivered around his cock. Heaving breasts filled his vision. And the music of an alien woman’s pained and pleasured voice filled his ears.

“Goddess above! Fuck! ” Benezia near squealed. She attempted what Montes could only assume was a glare, her hands rising to clutch at his head once more. She wouldn’t let him look away from her. The woman wanted him to see the fury in her eyes. Montes found that he hadn’t quite fucked the rage out of Benezia, much to his own delight.

“You’re nothing more than a brute.” She sneered up at him. Yes, she still had enough energy to talk shit to him. Even when he was nearly a foot deep into her guts. “You’d love to see every asari on the Citadel in chains, wouldn’t you? You’d make the daughters of Thessia your playthings. ”

He was growing increasingly impressed with the woman. In fact, he respected her. But that just meant he saw no reason to hold back.

“That’s already happened, lady.” He spat back. Their noses brushed together. He could feel the hotness of her breath on his face. Which meant she could feel the same from him. He sank into her, all the way to the root and held. Benezia made a choked sound, sucking in precious air. But Montes continued, merciless, “Ever since First Contact. Fifty years on, humans and asari have been going pretty well together. Can’t go a block on this station without seeing one of our boys with a pretty blue girl on his arm.”

The asari’s eyes filled with burning rage - and burning lust . “Wild maidens making poor choices. Jumping into bed with barbarians like you. ”

Barbarian… I’ll take it… I’ll show you a barbarian, you blue bitch…

Montes growled into the asari’s face, gripping her ankles tight and pushing them further into the mattress. The woman, folded as she was, couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. She bucked her body up against him, defiant even on her back, but that was the total of her retaliation. Her body was his to play with. His to use as he pleased. And Montes certainly pleased.

He fucked her. In the truest, boldest sense of the word. Pure primal rutting. Drawing his hips back before forcing them forward. Savage, hard thrusting. He speared her with his cock. Splitting her dark blue apart with his pale shaft. A battering ram pounding through. The castle walls had already fallen. Now, he was just plundering, claiming, conquering.

Their bodies collided, clapped together. Skin on skin. Ivory on indigo.

Grunting viciously, his voice like that of a beast, he pushed her ankles deeper into the bed, bringing his pace to a maddening ferocity. But Benezia didn’t simply take it. No, she cried out defiantly, clutching his head so that he could not turn away from her. Her forehead pressed into his as she snarled fierce, filthy words at him. But this only drove him to go harder, faster.

Montes’ eyes darted down to where their bodies were joined and he watched himself drive in and out of her. It was a shocking sight, such a tight cunt being demolished by a cock so long and thick. Their fucking was hard and fast, those tight folds being able to take such enormity so quickly, so many times, and so deep , it was like witnessing a miracle. He drew back up to meet her eyes, wearing a wicked smile.

“Your daughter’s dating a human, isn’t she?” He taunted her. And she clenched around him. “Alliance grunt, too. Burns you up inside, doesn’t it? Your little girl is jumping into bed with a barbarian like me.”

The woman’s eyes widened. Montes braced for more venomous words, grinning like a madman. But instead, the asari gave a wild cry. With a wail, Lady Benezia found ecstasy for the third - fourth? - time that evening. Her entire body trembled beneath Montes, quaking and quivering so deliciously. Proof of his conquest. Proof that a lowly, brute of a human had undone the asari matriarch.

Benezia removed her hands from the human’s neck, covering her face and muffling her cries of pleasure. Was she trying to hide in shame? Or was this more defiance from her, refusing to let him witness her face twisted in pleasure? Montes gave a wolfish smile all the same.

He had won.

His end followed next, with him burying himself into her tight cunt as deep as he could possibly go. His body fell across hers, his hips flush to hers, his scrotum resting against the curve of the matriarch’s ass. There they quaked and roiled, and next his cock twitched and throbbed within the hot, slick tightness of matriarch azure.

Benezia moaned again, muffled by the hand she clamped tight over her mouth, her body shuddering as Montes shot ropes of hot human seed into her fertile depths. No child would result from it of course, but the satisfaction was the same. How many men could say they took an asari matriarch raw? How many men could say they seeded one?

They stayed like that for several long moments, the only sound in the room was their deep breathing and the ambient hum that could be heard everywhere on the Citadel station. His heart thumped in his chest. And he could feel hers thumping in hers. Eventually, Montes found the strength to rise, drawing his cock from the asari’s well-abused cunt. He released the woman’s ankles, allowing her legs to flop back to the bed.

“Christ…” He muttered, watching with rapt attention as that blue pussy quivered in the absence of his manhood - winking back up at him. A lone stream of milky white cum followed, dribbling down her ass and onto the sheets. “ Christ. ”

The last of his strength soon left him. Montes fell upon his bed beside the equally exhausted Benezia.

He had won. And he had earned some rest.

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Benezia felt oddly calm. 

The asari matriarch was quietly amazed that she had yet to experience a panic attack, especially after such an intense ordeal. It was possible that the shower helped soothe her nerves. It wasn’t as nice or luxurious as the bathhouse at her own residence, but the warm rain that spilled over her aching body was welcome all the same.

Hot water flowed down, pouring over her face, her shoulders, her breasts. Down her back, her belly, her legs. It sluiced away the aches, the soreness, and the human seed she hadn’t already wiped off with a towel.

Human. Benezia silently fumed at the word. The calm the shower brought began to slowly fade away as she quickly remembered that the damned human hadn’t even given her the courtesy of a private shower.

The hot spray was soothing, but it also sapped her of her strength. Benezia didn’t resist as the lumbering bulk called Gabriel Montes embraced her from behind. His rough, grasping hands fell upon her bare flanks and the asari squirmed as the human’s thick arms began to snake around her belly. She could do little else. Benezia just didn’t have the will to fight back. Goddess, she didn’t even have enough of a fire within her to even spew insults about his manhood.

What followed was somehow worse. Whether it was the steam of the shower or the heat radiating off of Montes’ body, Benezia felt a feverish thrill blooming deep in her belly. The Matriarch wished it was anger, hatred for the human brute who was groping her. But against her rational mind, the part that screamed at her for feelings she knew she shouldn’t feel, Benezia still felt want, need, desire.

Even after being used for hours as the human’s fucktoy, Benezia loathed to admit that she wanted more.

But she would never tell Montes that. The Spectre was already arrogant enough. He had the gall, the audacity to blackmail her, to threaten the career of her daughter. He ruined her dress, made her kneel before him. He used her mouth, used her body. He was a brute, little better than an animal. And still, he had beaten her. Benezia’s pride had already taken enough hits for one evening. She certainly wasn’t going to admit to him that he had been good .

“I’ll need to send for a change of clothes.” Benezia said over the rush of running water. Montes squeezed his arms just a little tighter around her belly, pulling their bodies closer together. He grunted in acknowledgement and Benezia could feel the rumbling in his chest as she leaned back into his body. She could feel something else as well, something firm brushing against her plump backside. It was cock, she knew instantly, the damned thing stirring to life again even after hours of assault upon her body. The asari kept her composure and continued. “I refuse to leave your apartment wearing human garb.”

She stressed the word “human” distastefully, hoping to get some sort of rise out of Montes - aside from his cock, of course. But he hadn’t cracked once during the brief time she traded barbs with him earlier. And the effect was negated completely when she did nothing to escape from the warmth of his arms. For a woman who was disgusted by him and his species, Benezia didn’t seem at all repulsed when his hands came up to cup her breasts.

The Matriarch said nothing as the man began to grope. She sighed as Montes’ thick fingers rolled over her nipples. Then she felt his lips at the edge of her ear.

“That’s fine. Make a call. You can wait here until they show up.” The man’s tone was shockingly casual for such an unrepentant blackmailer. He spoke to her like a man discussing dinner plans with his wife. The thought sent a shudder down her back. Then his voice came again, mirthful this time. “I certainly won’t kick you out after your performance tonight.”

Jokes , Benezia simmered. She felt his cock twitch again, that prodigious shaft brushing against the swells of her ass, the soft flesh against the backs of her thighs. Then came the man’s lips, planting soft kisses to her neck. Even in the hot shower spray, the heat of his breath sent tingles across her skin. With his hands still occupied with her tits, Benezia let out a frustrated whine.

“I gave you what you wanted.” The Matriarch groaned. Then she hissed as the human ran his thumb insistently over one of her nipples. There was a tremble in her throat that she couldn’t stop, and it was all the worse because she knew Montes delighted in making her crack. Benezia tried to pretend that the heat blooming across her cheeks was anger. “Are we finished?”

Montes gave a low chuckle, taking those dark blue peaks between his fingers and gently squeezing. It was white hot fire being poured across her nerves, brilliant embers making her blood simmer and bubble. Benezia let out a shuddering gasp, her legs nearly giving out beneath her. 

But then the pleasure was gone, the man’s hands falling away from her breasts. Instead, he ran his palms gently over the plushness of her belly. Then he gave a kiss to the back of her neck.

“Nope.” He said. And she just knew he was smiling when he did.

Benezia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn’t have the strength to argue. No, he had stripped her of all that. Drained her, until there was nothing left of the respected Lady T’Soni. Only Nezzie remained, that big-breasted whore that Montes kept around to warm his bed.

“Unsurprising.” The asari replied flatly, burying her dread deep down. Somehow, she found the will to squirm out of the human’s arms - more likely it was that he allowed her to leave. She turned to face him and was greeted with the sight of a looming mass of wet, naked human standing over her. Even if she loathed the man, Benezia couldn’t deny that was the vision of strength. The asari frowned, glowering up at the man. “This is to be a regular occurrence then?”

Montes gave a small grin but his eyes, a moment ago full of triumph and arrogance, were now unreadable. He reached to the side of the shower stall and turned one of the handles. The hot spray petered out into a soft sprinkle, now more mist than rain.

He stepped forth, bringing his bulk right up to her. Taller, broader, and just plain bigger than her was Gabriel Montes. And with him standing so close, it was impossible for Benezia not to notice.

The Matriarch inched backward until she felt her skin touch the tile wall. Montes took the space she ceded, looming large over her smaller frame. And there he stood, unmoving save for the rising and falling of his chest. The man possessed a dominating presence, big and brutish as he was. All firm and corded muscle, every inch of his naked body exuding strength, power, frothing vigor ready to boil over.

Benezia was loath to admit it, but the man was physically impressive. Montes might have repulsed her, being a hairy, lumbering barbarian from a barbaric species, but even she could see why a maiden or matron might take him to bed.

In her wild years, danger seemed fun and exciting to Benezia T’Soni. It was a rush, the thrill of dancing, drinking, and making love with dangerous people. The thieves, the killers, the ruthless wealthy, the men and women of the galaxy who made their own rules and took what they wanted. It wasn’t real danger. It was fun.  

But now, having loved and lost and started a family of her own, the danger was very real. Cornering her in his shower stall, the danger closed in, planting one hand on either side of her. There was no escape from him, Benezia knew. Montes craned his head down to look her in the eye. She could feel his hot breath on her lips… As well as a twisting in her belly.

“You’re going to swear an Osa’Omasi oath.” Montes spoke low, his voice cool and calm. But his words struck like lightning.

Benezia drew her arms up as if they would protect her. She hugged them to herself, pressing her back flat against the tile wall. But that had been a mistake. She saw the man’s eyes light up, his beastly face leering down at her, drinking in the sight of her ample breasts spilling over her arms.

Osa’Omasi.

Benezia knew the word. Any asari who was familiar with history knew about the oath that many Queens and Empresses had sworn to their conquerors. But few knew what it truly meant. Benezia was among those few… And, regrettably, so was Montes.

“Sexual servitude.” The words were cold and bitter on Benezia’s tongue. She shook her head, aghast. She looked up at Montes with pleading eyes, hoping beyond hope that he was joking. There was no such luck. “Merciful Athame, you’re serious. ”

Montes reached forward and took Benezia gently by the chin. The Matriarch’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the man’s eyes turn steely, unyielding.

“Pledge your body to me,” His voice was smooth but firm. Adamant. Unwavering. It was a gentle demand that she could not refuse. “Do it and everything you are, everything you have, becomes my responsibility. Liara will become my responsibility. You told me that asari queens endured servitude to save their cities? Do it to protect your daughter. Pledge the oath and all that dirt on you stays buried. You have my word.”

Benezia’s heart skipped a beat. Montes moved upon her until there was no distance between them, his broad mass pressed flush to her body. One of her hands came to his chest - perhaps to stop him? She found his body hot to the touch. Benezia shivered, trembling against the man who now demanded everything of her.

“Oh.” Benezia let out a low, shuddering sound. The coiling in her belly intensified, sending a shock through her body. Her shoulders slumped, defeated. “Oh, Goddess. ”

Montes seemed to enjoy that, she judged by how she could feel his monstrous manhood twitching, prodding against her thighs. A part of her feared that he would take her again, right there in the shower. Another part of her marveled at the Spectre’s absurd stamina. He’d already had his way with her for hours and still he was ready for more.

It was that particular detail that made Benezia dread her future. Suffering through swift violation, an ordeal that was over in minutes, that might have been tolerable. But with a man like Montes , so hardy and vigorous and clearly in his prime? Benezia couldn’t imagine lasting a week, let alone the rest of her life.

“Say the oath, Lady Benezia.” Montes urged, their lips but inches apart. She could feel the low rumbling in his chest, their bodies were so close together. The asari inhaled sharply, feeling something dark and primal deep down. For a moment, she felt compelled to lurch forward and mash her lips to his. But the desire was fleeting. He spoke again, “Say the words and your family will not come to harm by my hand. You have my word. I swear on my honor. On my blood.”

You have no honor, you bastard. And I don’t give a damn about your blood. She wanted to scream it in his face. But it wouldn’t have done her any bit of good.

Her legs were jelly and her blood ran hot like a fever. But her mind, a storm as it was, remained within her control. Benezia felt terror… and jubilation , to her great shock. 

The damned Spectre wanted to make their arrangement a permanent one. Speaking the Osa’Omasi oath would make her his sexual plaything, dooming Benezia to being a human’s exotic fucktoy. But an Osa’Omasi oath was binding in both directions.

The asari queens of ages past would never have sworn the sacred words if there was any chance of their conquerors reneging on their end of the agreement. Securing commitment from both sides involved a deep meld, the planting of subconscious compulsions that would ensure both sides stayed true to their oaths. 

Benezia’s charges would become Montes’ charges. He would be compelled to protect Liara as if she was his own daughter. Looking back, it was the easiest decision Benezia had ever faced.

Benezia looked up into the man’s eyes and gave a faint nod. Then he leaned down and gave her a soft and shockingly chaste kiss. He pulled away, grinning, and stepped back to give the asari some space. He stood before her, tall, proud, triumphant. And he waited.

The Matriarch of House T’Soni took a deep breath. Her lips trembled, her belly still doing flips, but her spirit was set, her will hardened like iron.

Benezia reached out slowly, placing both of her hands flat against the human’s firm, broad chest. The dark, matted hair felt strange against her fingers. It was a curious sensation upon her skin. Most sentient races in the galaxy didn’t have hair. But beneath those wet strands, she felt the welcome heat of his skin.

Welcome? Benezia silently chided herself. No, not welcome at all. The man’s a beast, nothing more.

But when she finished the oath of Osa’Omasi, he would become the beast who held dominion over her and her family. The very thought sent Benezia’s heart pounding like mad. Even so, she steeled her nerves and initiated the meld.

For Liara.

Benezia breathed in slowly and found herself sinking into that deep black. Mentally, she reached out, far out into the darkness… And found Montes. She made the connection.

A flash of light. A brief flare of pleasure. Two bodies became one. For a moment, Benezia understood what it was to be human. She understood his desire, his hunger, his compulsion to take. And still she hated him.

Other than his emotions, which were easy enough to read, his mind was a fortress, a labyrinth of well-guarded plans and secrets. It was expected of a Spectre to have his or her mind in order. But Benezia didn’t need widespread access to complete her task. She just needed to reach deep enough to plant the compulsion for duty regarding the oath. She didn’t dare consider doing more than that. Making Montes a mindless vegetable was a tantalizing idea, but Benezia wouldn’t risk her daughter for a quick revenge.

Dutifully, she placed the mental construct of the oath’s compulsions upon a solid foundation within Montes’ mind. Then she spoke the words.

“By the spirit of love and passion, under the eyes of the Goddess Athame…” Benezia’s voice was calm and clear, free of anger and hate. A sacred oath should not be poisoned with such ugly things. “Your body is my altar, your desires are my code. Give your passion unto me, my conqueror. I will serve. This I swear under the eyes of the Goddess.”

When it was done, Benezia broke the meld connection. Her legs nearly fell out from under her, she was so sapped. It had been a while since she had performed a deep meld like that. More than a century, at least.

She heard Montes chuckling. It was beyond vexing that her poor fortune seemed to amuse him. The Matriarch shot the human Spectre a withering glare, but had little energy for much else.

“It’s done, then.” Montes said simply, looking far too pleased with himself. He backed away then, moving towards the stall door. “Take your time getting cleaned up. And let’s keep the extortion bullshit between us, yeah?”

And then he was gone. The shower stall door took a moment to close, allowing a brief gust of cool air to shock Benezia out of her daze. And then it hit her.

This wasn’t some nightmare. This was real. She had spoken the binding oath of sexual servitude. To a human.

Her life, her future, was now in the hands of Gabriel Montes.

Benezia’s legs finally gave out. She slid down the tile wall, falling onto her ass in the corner of the man’s shower.  The weak, warm spray pelted softly against her face as the gravity of the situation finally settled in her mind. Deep in the pit of her soul, the fire that was her will to fight flickered out. And there was peace.

The asari let loose a deep, shuddering moan.

“Benezia T’Soni, what have you done? ”

Hours.

Hours of screams, shrieks, moans, and wails. Hours of venomous curses and shouted obscenities. 

Hours of listening to the carnal sounds of skin slapping against skin, flesh colliding with flesh. 

Hours of hearing her charge being fucked like some lustful, wanton whore.

And Samara would suffer it all without a single word of complaint. She was a huntress. That meant to be without equal. That was why she was the head of Lady Benezia’s security team and not any of the other skilled asari warriors under House T’Soni’s employ.

The sounds of lovemaking - fucking - had ceased some time ago. Samara had to assume the human had worn out Lady Benezia. 

If anything, Samara was impressed. In her centuries of life, she had met only a few individuals who could perform in the bedroom so intensely and for such long periods of time. Most were asari. Two of them had been krogan.

This Gabriel Montes is certainly a vigorous lover , Samara thought wryly. From the sounds the man had ripped from Lady Benezia’s throat, it wasn’t difficult for the huntress to imagine the kinds of ardent, lustful actions he took upon the Matriarch’s ample body…

Samara quickly banished those thoughts from her mind. It was improper for her to perceive her charge in such a way. It was an insult to Lady Benezia. And it was an insult to her own honorable service.

But still, why him? Why choose a human?

Right on cue, the man himself appeared at the edge of the mezzanine above the living room. He wore a pair of black sweatpants and nothing else but for the towel slung over his neck. Clearly, he had just stepped out of the shower. The man caught sight of Samara sitting below and sent her a friendly smile. He gave a small wave and made for the stairs. The huntress could hear his bare feet plodding against the synth-wood steps.

“Your boss is getting cleaned up.” He called out to her as he rounded the corner into the living room. “She shouldn’t be too long.”

Samara gave a nod.

“I see.” She said simply. The huntress stole a quick look at the human’s unclothed upper body. She drank it in, the chiseled physique, the solid, corded musculature, the way his body softly glistened against the warm light of his holo-fireplace. Formidable, she decided Montes was. It wasn’t difficult to imagine him as a Spectre. Humans were larger than asari to begin with, but this man was especially imposing.

Perhaps Benezia wanted a taste of the new species?

It was common for asari maidens, sure. But for a Matriarch? Samara had doubts.

Montes gave her an odd look then and for a moment Samara was afraid that she had been caught. But then his eyes jumped from her to the blank and silent holo-screen above his fireplace.

“Have you just been sitting here this whole time?” He asked her, his voice laced with incredulity.

“Yes.”

“No snacks? No vids?” The man sounded almost aghast.

“Distractions.” Samara shrugged.

“Wow.” Montes blinked, eyes wide like he had been struck. “That sucks.”

“I take my job very seriously, Spectre.” Samara answered plainly and honestly, but allowed the tiniest curl at the corner of her lips. Just enough for Montes to notice.

“I can see why T’Soni has you as head of security.” The man snorted. He pointed towards the kitchen. “Can I at least offer you something to drink? Water?”

“That would be acceptable. Thank you.”

That seemed to satisfy the Spectre. Montes gave a cordial grin and retreated into the other room. Samara’s eyes followed him, studying the man. He was rough, crude, not at all the cultured, refined sort. This was common among his kind, at least from what Samara had seen since they arrived at the Citadel in the years past. But apparently, that was part of their charm. Or so her own daughters had said.

Montes was not the kind of man who would normally catch a Matriarch’s eye, let alone Lady Benezia’s. Yet Samara’s employer had taken him as a lover all the same.

It wasn’t Samara’s place to question Lady Benezia’s choices. But still, Samara had to wonder: Why?

There was more movement at the mezzanine just then. Samara’s eyes darted to the balcony and saw Lady Benezia herself leaning over the railing. The Matriarch was wearing a towel wrapped around her torso and nothing else.

The elder asari looked down at Samara with sharp eyes, elegant and regal despite her state of undress. There was no shame that Samara could see. Instead, there was the kind of dignity that made the huntress proud to serve the House of T’Soni.

“Samara, contact Sephara and notify her that I require a change of clothes.” Benezia demanded. “Have her deliver it here. We will depart with her.”

Samara obeyed, her omni-tool blinking to life an instant later.

“Yes, mistress. Of course.”

“And tell her to have Nela book a masseuse for tomorrow.” Benezia added, turning and disappearing back into Montes’ bedroom. Her voice called out again, carrying over the balcony and into the living room. “I have a feeling that I’m going to be very sore in the morning.”

Samara pressed her lips into a line. She had never known her employer to be so… Crass about her love life.

Montes returned then, holding a glass of iced water. He offered it to Samara who accepted it graciously. Then he shot a look up to the balcony by his bedroom. Judging from his wolfish smile, he had overheard their exchange.

“Impressive lady, isn’t she?” Montes crowed, giving Samara a sidelong glance. It almost sounded like he was boasting to her.

“Yes.” The huntress agreed. “ Very. ”

END PART ONE

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The next several days following the ordeal with Montes would prove to be uneventful. And those days were all the worse for it. Benezia would wake up, get dressed, go to work, and go about her usual day, forced to pretend that her life hadn’t been irreversibly changed. That she hadn’t been made into a human brute’s sexual plaything. 

Benezia dreaded to even think about it, but the truth of her situation hung over her head like a dark cloud. She belonged to Montes now, body and soul. And after that damned human had forced her to speak the blessed Osa’Omasi oath, it would forever stay that way. 

And so Matriarch Benezia sat alone in her office, her chair turned away from her desk so that she may look out over the Presidium. The clear lake, the exotic trees, even the spanning holo-screen of a vibrant blue sky, they were all meant to evoke feelings of nature, of freedom. 

But it was all a lie, a pretty falsehood. The clouds in the holo-sky drifted above, but there was no wind to push them. The trees and the bushes were carefully tended. The lake was always monitored. It was all controlled.

Controlled , Benezia thought as she slowly rose from her seat. Like me.

The centuries-old CEO strode forward towards her office balcony, gripping the railing as she peered down at the people below. They weren’t quite as numerous and bustling as the crowds in the wards, but they were busy all the same.

Benezia’s eyes fell upon a random asari walking down below. From her spot on the balcony, Benezia wasn’t close enough to make out any distinct facial features or paint markings. The matriarch chose to assume the asari was younger than her. A matron perhaps.

The matron wore a lovely gown of white with soft green accents upon the shoulders and sleeves. Stylish it was, but still coming across as official. Maybe she was a diplomat or a businesswoman, Benezia assumed.

The matriarch found herself envying the nameless woman. Watching the matron walking the footpaths that lined the Presidium lake, Benezia was reminded of her own life centuries ago, navigating the fast-paced and cutthroat world of Citadel corporate politics.

Was the matron going to a meeting? Was she going to a business lunch? Off to discuss a deal with a potential client? Perhaps she was returning from one instead, heading back to the office to a heroine’s welcome. Or maybe the asari was already successful enough that she could afford to stroll through the Presidium without a care or an eye for time.

Yes, Benezia yearned to be in that asari’s place, to live that life instead of the cursed one she was now stuck with. Benezia wanted a life where she only had to worry about meetings, memos, and falling stock values. A life where she didn’t have to worry about being subjected to such sick, lewd things from the barbaric mind of some human man.

Benezia envied that matron in the white and green dress… Right up until she watched that same asari walk right into the warm embrace of a human. A male human. One that was tall, broad-shouldered, and had short, dark hair - much like the man that Benezia did her best to not think about. The human below wore a blue uniform from what Benezia could see, possibly C-SEC or Alliance military. A martial type of man, Benezia noted bitterly.

The hugging pair soon pulled apart. The asari headed off with her human, hooking her arm around his as they departed to whatever destination awaited them. Lady Benezia watched them go with a frown. She turned away from the balcony then, suddenly sick of observing the denizens of the Presidium

“Utter nonsense…” The matriarch spat, roughly plopping herself back into her chair. Deep down, however, Benezia knew that she shouldn’t have been surprised. Though the man had been taunting her at the time, Montes’ words held some measure of truth. Ever since humanity’s first contact with the Citadel, asari and humans commonly joined in romantic relationships together.

So many of those damned humans putting their filthy, grubby hands on her fellow asari… And so many of those same asari were just letting it happen, jumping into bed with those low-minded barbarians with smiles on their faces. Even her own beloved daughter, Liara, had taken a human lover. Some Alliance soldier she met while out on a prothean dig.

They were poor, deluded fools, the whole bloody lot of them. Yes, even Benezia’s own daughter, as much as it pained the matriarch to admit it. That was the ignorance of youth, to be wowed and impressed by the new, exciting thing. The humans may have had the rest of her people fooled, but Benezia knew the truth. She had seen the true face of mankind when Gabriel Montes walked through her door and blackmailed her into giving him dominion over her body.

Those lustful beasts want to turn every asari in the galaxy into a pretty, obedient sex pet. The bastards will make us all slaves to their lusts, their desires… And we’re just allowing them to do it! It’s madness!

There was a high-pitched chime then, sudden and surprising enough to have the asari matriarch jumping slightly in her seat. Benezia composed herself an instant later. She recognized the electronic tune as a ringtone. Her ringtone.

She was receiving a call, she realized. But it wasn’t a business call. No, those were supposed to go through her receptionist. This call was being sent to her personal omni-tool. Only a handful of people knew her direct contact information… And the most recent recipient had ravaged her body just last week.

Benezia felt her heart begin to pound within her chest. A chill crawled down her back. She desperately hoped that it wasn’t him, hoped that she wouldn’t have to hear his deep, rumbling voice again. She hoped beyond hope that she wouldn’t be reminded of that night in his apartment.

Reminded of the way his large hands pawed roughly at her naked body, of the way his hard, muscled mass loomed over her. Reminded of the way she squealed and shrieked as his big, fat cock split her cunt apart…

Benezia shook her head violently, banishing those awful thoughts from her mind. The asari made a noise of disgust then. At herself. At him.

Frowning, she brought her arm up to inspect her ringing omni-tool. The device blinked to life, the holo-structure enveloping her wrist and forearm. There in the center of the holo-screen, two words stared back at her, taunting her.

Unknown caller.

It was him. It couldn’t possibly be anyone else, Benezia knew. The matriarch felt dread even more potent than before, anxiety slithering its way into her belly, coiling in the pit of her stomach. She had been waiting for this day, waiting for when Montes would demand of her body again. Thoughts of what the man would do to her crept into her mind then, dark clouds of unspeakable visions. Benezia took a deep breath and answered the call.

“Hello?” She said, her voice oddly calm and serene.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.” A familiar, reviled voice answered back. Next she heard him chuckling, the sound sending her heart hammering. Benezia’s other hand made a fist on her lap. Montes spoke again. “It’s been a few days, Nezzie. I figured I’d check in, give you a call.”

Nezzie. The pet name almost sent Benezia reeling. You don’t get to call me that, bastard!

The matriarch bit her tongue, keeping that harsh thought to herself. The Osa’Omasi oath may have guaranteed her daughter’s safety, but she knew better than to antagonize the man who quite literally held her life in his hands. By the Goddess, he would probably enjoy it if she spat venom at him, if the way he responded to it on their first night together was any indication.

“Your concern is…” Benezia paused. Appreciated? Welcome? She pressed her lips into a thin line. “ Unexpected. ”

It was meant to be a subtle insult, a mark against the man’s non-existent honor. But she heard him chuckling on the other end of the line. Maddening laughter that had Benezia silently fuming.

“Well, I gotta keep an eye on what’s mine, don’t I?” He shot back. Benezia couldn’t see him but she just knew that the man was wearing an insufferably smug grin. “But enough small talk. I think I’ve been pretty generous giving you such a long break. It’s time we meet again, Benezia. I’m interested in seeing just how binding that Osa’Omasi oath is.”

Benezia felt her belly do a flip. She wanted to scream, to unleash all of her pent-up fury in one piercing cry. To destroy all of the enemies that stood before her like the banshees of old. Instead, she swallowed her rage and Montes’ indignities. The matriarch took a deep breath and forced herself to be calm.

“When would such a meeting take place?” Benezia asked, aghast at herself for playing along with Montes’ game. But there was nothing else she could do. She had spoken the sacred words of the oath. She was honor-bound as a daughter of Thessia to follow it, lest she be damned. She was trapped, enslaved to the will of Gabriel Montes.

“Tomorrow evening. My place. Wear something pretty. I’ll try not to ruin your outfit this time.” Montes spoke simply but at the same time commanding. His voice was cool, confident, like that of a man who always got his way.

It made Benezia angry.

“No.” She told him, her voice flat.

“No?” He sounded more amused than outraged. And that made Benezia angrier. How dare her moment of defiance only amuse him!

“We’re not going to meet at your apartment.” Benezia told him firmly, exhaling through her nose. “ You are going to come to my estate. And you are going to make yourself presentable.”

There was a moment of silence. Benezia feared the worst. But then Montes responded.

“Is that right?” He again sounded amused. “Any particular reason for these sudden demands?”

I want you to feel how it’s like for a change.

“If I’m going to get fucked then it’s going to be in my own damned bed.” Benezia bit back. “You want to meet again? Fine. But that’s how it’s going to be. Do you understand?”

There was another pregnant pause. The silence nearly drove Benezia mad. Montes’ voice shockingly came as a relief to the matriarch.

“Alright. We’ll play it your way.” He conceded, to Benezia’s astonishment. But from the tone in his voice, the matriarch knew better than to celebrate. “I’ll meet you at your place. Hell, I’ll even wear a nice suit for you. And when I fuck you ass over tits, I’m going to do it so hard and so loud that everybody in your mansion is going to hear it. I’ll be seeing you soon, Nezzie.”

Before she could respond, Montes ended the call. Silence reigned in the T’Soni office as the centuries-old matriarch realized then that the man had once again turned the tables on her. Her attempt at a power play had just blown up in her face.

Damn him! Damn him to the deepest hell!

Benezia’s anger was potent but fleeting. Dread soon settled in once more as realization fell over her mind. 

In only a day’s time, Gabriel Montes would be at her front door. And in front of Samara and all of her personal staff, he would once again bend her body to his will, his desires…

By the Goddess… Why did I invite him to my home?

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As a council spectre, Montes had seen and done it all. But even with years of clandestine operations under his belt, the T’Soni estate still came as a surprise. A pleasant surprise, to be exact. Lady Benezia’s home was pretty damn big.

Even with her wealth and status as a CEO, the matriarch didn’t live on the Presidium. That level of prestige was only afforded to diplomats and dignitaries. So a couple centuries ago, Benezia commissioned the construction of her current estate. A three-story mansion built with classic Thessian architecture, possessing all the comforts and amenities an asari noble could hope for. If what Montes had read about the place was true, the T’Soni estate even had a fully functioning hot spring bathhouse that ran on its own water system, independent from the Citadel’s.

As Montes made his final approach in his Lantius skycar, he could see that the external structure of the mansion wasn’t even made from the same metallic material as the rest of the station. Benezia apparently had real marble slabs shipped in from her homeworld and hired skilled asari masons to dress and shape the exterior of her home. It looked almost like a temple, with smooth steps and grand pillars lining the outer walls. Hell, Montes could even spot a real, working fountain.

Montes had never been the type to “ooh” or “ah” over that kind of decadence, but even he had to admire Lady Benezia’s conviction in the blatant expression of her own elite status. Through the skycar’s window, Montes could see a small group of asari awaiting him in the estate’s wide open courtyard. A greeting party, just for him.

She really pulled out all the stops, didn’t she?

Montes felt a grin tugging at his lips. He punched in the directions for a smooth, automatic landing and sat back in his seat. As his skycar floated down into the T’Soni courtyard, the man took one last moment to check himself in the vehicle’s holo-mirror. Montes had to look presentable. He was a government agent, after all.

Hundreds of creds spent on a new haircut. Thousands spent on his - admittedly very nice - new suit. The preparations for tonight’s little date had put a decent dent in his wallet. But Montes cared little. The opportunity to enjoy a woman like Benezia again was priceless.

The skycar touched down gently. As the drive core powered down, Montes saw three asari approach his vehicle. He recognized the tallest as Benezia’s chief bodyguard, the huntress Samara. The other two looked younger, probably maidens employed as T’Soni’s house staff.

There was a hiss as the skycar opened up, the sloped windshield rising away from the cabin. Montes gave his greeting party a small wave and put on his best charming smile.

“Spectre Montes.” Samara greeted him, though not particularly warmly. The matron huntress gave him a quick once-over, her beautifully striking face remaining still as stone. Only the woman’s bright, blue eyes afforded any emotion. Montes could tell that Samara hadn’t expected to see him again. The huntress gestured towards one of the maidens, a short young woman who wore a red vest. “Kalise will park your vehicle.”

Montes nodded, stepping out of the skycar. He turned to take a look at his ride. A Lantius Model X300. Not exactly a luxury sports car. The spectre might have felt the small sting of embarrassment had he not known that a very well-endowed matriarch awaited him inside that mansion.

“If I'd known that Benezia was going to roll out the red carpet, I’d have brought a nicer car.” Montes joked to the three asari. They said nothing in turn.

The valet that Samara called Kalise stepped forth and sat in the driver’s seat. She punched in commands on the control bar and a moment later the skycar closed back up. There was the soft boom and hum of the drive core coming back online and soon enough the skycar was back in the air. Kalise flew off in the Lantius leaving Montes with Samara, the other asari, and an awkward silence. 

The spectre made another attempt to break the ice. He gestured towards the T’Soni mansion.

“Big place.” He said.

“You should see the mansions that belong to the sitting members of the Council.” Said the unnamed maiden, a comely young woman with dark blue skin and pale pink facial markings across her cheeks and brow. “The T’Soni estate is downright humble in comparison.”

Samara gave the maiden a look that shut the poor girl right up. With a silent crane of her head, the chief of security sent the other asari retreating back into the house. Then she turned her eyes back on Montes.

“It’s Samara, right?” Montes asked, making another attempt at smalltalk.

“Samara Costias.” The chief of security formally introduced herself with a short bow of her head.

Montes grinned, offering his hand. The matron gave it an odd look but eventually took his hand with her own. Montes didn’t give her a firm shake, though. Instead, he brought her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. She withdrew her hand quickly and his grin turned into a wry smile.

“Samara Costias.” He repeated, sounding her name out. He liked the way his lips felt when he said it. It was a regal, queenly name. Something was common among her people, Montes noted. “Sorry for not bothering to ask for your name the first time we met. I normally have better manners than that.”

“You were… preoccupied. ” Samara reminded him, a subtle look of concern falling across her stunning face. But an instant later it was gone, replaced once more by her neutral, stony expression. “And I wasn’t your guest, Spectre. Lady Benezia was.”

Perhaps it was beneath him to get a sick kick out of Samara knowing exactly what he and her boss did together that other night. But it thrilled him all the same, knowing that this gorgeous woman sat in his living room and listened for hours while he fucked the brains out of the lady she was sworn to protect.

“Right. I suppose I’m the guest tonight, though. Tell me, Samara. How does your boss treat her guests?” Montes asked. He stepped past the huntress to take a closer look at the marble fountain. It was an opulent piece, with carved statues of nude asari posed to pour jugs of water upon each other. Montes took it as a good omen for his immediate future.

“If I know Lady Benezia, she’ll be as warm and welcoming a host as you were, Spectre.” The huntress answered from behind him, her tone cold and direct.

“Hmm.” Montes turned back to face Samara, unable to keep the daring smile off of his face. The matron’s face remained still as stone, but that was expected. “I guess this’ll be an interesting night then, won’t it?”

There was a moment of silence between them. Montes could have sworn he saw the corner of the huntress’ lips curling upwards. But then she spoke in her cold, serene voice.

“If you would follow me, Spectre.” She beckoned him, starting towards the mansion’s marble steps. “Lady Benezia is waiting for you in the lounge.”

Montes followed, his eyes glued firmly upon the woman’s lovely behind, entranced by the wonderful way it swayed as she walked. Predictable? Sure. But he was only a man.

“She’s got a lounge…” The spectre muttered. “Of course she’s got a lounge.”

He was here.

Gabriel Montes has entered the sanctity of Benezia’s own home. Now, Samara was bringing him to her. Benezia’s own loyal guard leading that beast of a human to his prey. It was her own damn fault, the matriarch chided herself. She had demanded he meet her own her own turf, a stupid power play to make the man act on her terms rather than his own. But all she accomplished was inviting that brute through her front door.

Benezia felt a stirring inside her, a quivering deep in her belly. She too felt a shiver that danced across her skin. But rather than a chill, this shiver came warm, almost bubbling, as if steam was being blown over her body. The centuries old asari couldn’t place it. Was it a sense of dread? Anxious fear of what Montes would do to her? Or was it a thrill? Was it some terrible, shameful excitement?

Perhaps Benezia was simply halfway drunk. The matriarch swirled the dark red liquid in her glass, watching it swish and slosh about. Thessian honeywine it was, from some village deep in the Kastani valley. It was an absurdly expensive bottle, supposedly pressed and fermented by lonely, tortured souls. Benezia doubted their torture was anywhere close to her own. She swirled the wide, round glass once more and took another sip. The sweetness hit her tongue and the aroma filled her nostrils.

That very moment, Samara opened the lounge door and led Benezia’s torturer into the room. Montes strolled in behind her loyal security chief with infuriating confidence, wearing a vexing smile and a tailored, black suit.

“I must say, T’Soni…” The human spoke in that low and deep voice of his, stepping past Samara to venture further into the room. He took a moment to absorb the elegance of the Thessian culture that surrounded him. “You’ve got yourself a very nice place.”

His eyes traveled along the walls, along the painted murals of Thessian triumphs and asari beauty, along the painstakingly hand-chiseled pillars and sculptures of pale stone. He took in the extravagance of the T’Soni estate before his eyes finally settled on T’Soni herself.

Benezia could see the clear desire in the man’s eyes. It brought about a new wave of those damnable shivers. He was like some starving beast eyeing a slab of meat. A slab of meat that was wrapped in a tight, lavish dress. 

Why had she even worn the dress? A form-fitting, sleeveless gown of white and gold silk, flowing down to her ankles. There was a split up the left leg, all the way to the thigh. Hugging her hips and her bust, it exposed even less skin than the scant number she wore on their first night. But it was also more expensive. And just as likely for Montes to rip to shreds. Why had she put it on? To please him? To show that she didn’t fear him?

The matriarch had no answer for herself. Centuries of life that she had experienced and yet she could hardly understand her own mind.

Understanding. That was the great lie that the asari told themselves. That they understood the galaxy, that they were wise oracles who could lead the other races into a future of knowledge and enlightenment.

The only thing Benezia understood about the galaxy was that power ruled, not enlightenment. The other species, the krogan, the turians, the humans, they would turn her people into a race of whores if they had the chance. But the humans especially. There was no greater proof of their lechery than the man who stood before her.

Benezia took another sip of wine, regarding Montes with cold, hardened eyes. He had groomed himself considerably since their last meeting, she could clearly see. His black hair had been cut short and combed, his beard trimmed down to but bristles on his jaw and chin. And his suit, doubtlessly a recent purchase, was tailored to his large, powerful body. Perhaps he thought that tonight was a special occasion. Another victory over Lady Benezia for him to celebrate.

“This is what centuries of success in the corporate realm gets you.” Benezia finally answered. To Montes. To herself.

“That’s one of the perks of having a thousand-year lifespan.” Montes muttered, his eyes falling off of Benezia for a moment. He moved towards a carved statue of the goddess Athame, admiring it. Or rather admiring its nudity. “I can’t imagine having that much time on my hands.”

“It would be rather difficult for a human to fathom, I’m sure.” Benezia spoke snidely. Her contempt was clear enough that Samara, normally so reserved and nonjudgmental, gave her charge a look of quiet concern.

Benezia had more that she wanted to say, but held her tongue. The last thing she needed was her chief of security getting involved in this bloody mess. There was no point now, what with Benezia having already sworn that damned oath.

“Should I have Maris send up some hors d’oeuvres? ” Samara politely asked. She was a good woman, hardworking and loyal. But Benezia just wasn’t in the mood to see her face or hear her voice.

“That won’t be necessary, Samara.” Said Benezia. The matriarch gave a small nod towards the door, dismissing her bodyguard.

“Yeah,” Grinned Montes, the edge in his voice cutting deep. He turned from the statue of Athame, giving his host a wolfish leer. “I don’t think either of us will have time for snacks.”

There was a coiling in Benezia’s belly again. Another shiver ghosted across her skin as she felt Montes’ hungry eyes draw up her body. Samara remained still by the lounge door, her sharp eyes fixing on Montes then on her charge. A look of scrutiny briefly flickered across the huntress’ face, but the woman said nothing.

“Leave us.” Benezia ordered this time, her voice clipped and short. “I am not to be disturbed with business calls.”

“As you say, Lady Benezia.” Samara gave a small bow and left, closing the door shut on her way out.

Now Benezia had no company but Montes, his hungry eyes, and his beastly lust. There was a heavy silence between them, thick with his open desire and her own unwanted, shameful anticipation. 

Benezia rose then from her cushioned seat, slowly gliding forth on her bare feet to close the distance between them. The matriarch swirled the honeywine in her glass…

…And threw it into the human’s chest.

The glass clattered and cracked upon the glossy, stone floor. The deep red splashed and splattered onto Montes’ coat, thousands upon thousands credits worth of Thessian honeywine dribbling down his front and onto his trousers and shoes. The man’s arrogant smile faltered as he looked down at the mess of his ruined suit. Then he turned his gaze back onto Benezia, one eyebrow raised.

Benezia snorted, her cheeks flushed dark blue thanks to the wine she had already drank. The Lady of House T’Soni put on a nasty smile.

“I hope that suit was expensive.” She spat. Her blood was up and hot. Her anger, just before having been cold and sharp, was now boiling and bubbling. Benezia thought that she could maintain grace and dignity through this ordeal with Montes. But now, with him standing in her very home? She had no control. Her anger, her passion, it needed to be let out. So she might as well unleash it on him.

“It was.” Montes answered, shockingly calm. It made Benezia seethe. She didn’t want the man to be calm. She wanted to see him angry, to see him lose control. She wanted to see that he was no better than her. Instead, the human wore an amiable grin. He swiped his hand down the front of his coat, ridding himself of some excess wine. “I suppose this is fair after the stuff with the dress last time.”

“ I already agreed to your terms! ” Benezia suddenly shrieked, all of her emotions erupting forth. Her cheeks were burning hot, as was her neck and the skin around her ears. She stepped up to Montes and shoved him, her hand punching out to slap against his firm chest. “I even swore the bloody Osa’Omasi oath! I’m yours , you bastard! You already won! Why do you insist on taunting me?”

Montes didn’t look impressed. Instead he looked quite amused and giddy at Benezia’s state of fury. The glimmer in the man’s eyes, like he was close to laughter, it enraged Benezia. He took a step back and she watched him remove his coat, revealing the now-stained white dress shirt beneath. He folded the ruined suit over his arm and tossed it onto an empty seat. Then he chuckled, low and deep.

“Because it’s fun getting under your skin, Nezzie.” He admitted, smiling. “I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, but you’re an incredible fuck when you’re angry.”

His words struck Benezia down to her soul… And her core. For a time, the matriarch was shocked into silence. The audacity of this man… The absurdity of his actions, his torment of her… 

Benezia couldn’t understand him, didn’t want to understand him. The asari felt her cheeks burning with rage and humiliation… And something else as well, something unspeakable.

“You’re a brute. A thug.” Benezia spat, fuming.

Montes chuckled again, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to expose his thick, disgustingly hairy arms. Arms that could grab her and toss her any way he pleased. Arms that could easily hold her down so that he could have his way.

“That’s why I’m good at what I do.” The man said, approaching her slowly. “I wouldn’t be where I am today if I was soft. And let’s not pretend you’re so innocent, sweetheart. CEO on the fucking Citadel? You can’t tell me you’ve never been a ruthless bitch.”

Montes was close now, looming over Benezia with his bulk. The scent of wine mingled with his heavy, human odor. It made Benezia’s head spin. She planted one hand flat on the man’s chest, keeping him at arm’s length. His body was as firm and warm as she remembered it. Human blood ran hot, she knew. Then she shot him a withering glare.

“That’s nowhere close to being the same!” Benezia shouted, uncaring if her voice carried outside the lounge walls. “I never had to blackmail anyone into my bed!”

Montes gave a snort and moved Benezia’s hand aside, closing in on her. The matriarch moved back in turn, retreating in the face of the human’s charge. He forced her on the backfoot until she felt her bare back press against one of the lounge’s marble pillars. Benezia gasped then, feeling the shock of cold stone on her skin.

“I’m just willing to go the extra mile to get what I want. And it worked out pretty well for me.” He growled.

She was trapped. Montes stood before her, over her, his looming mass radiating heat and want. The human odor was thick in the air now, drawing a weak moan from Benezia’s lips as she took it in. His hands found her waist, those dirty human paws coming to rest on her hips. His lips brushed against hers just so. 

Montes spoke again, low and quiet, his words rumbling deep in his chest.

“It’s like you said: You’re mine. You swore an oath, Nezzie.” Montes gave her a sordid smile. His hands began to ride up her flanks, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. “Tonight we’re gonna see what those words are worth. It’s time you gave me what I came here for.”

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The human brute caught Benezia’s lips with his own before she could say anything. At first the matriarch gave him nothing, keeping her mouth closed tight. But as his hands roamed freely along her flanks, her back, even onto her breasts… Benezia found that she couldn’t deny the man for long.

Her lips parted and his tongue snaked into her mouth. Wet, hot, and slimy it was; a vile and invasive thing. But still Benezia lashed her own tongue against it, deepening their kiss. There was a heat that burned inside her, spreading across her cheeks, her chest, simmering just under her skin. She liked to think it was rage. Indeed, the human called Montes drove her into a fury. But his dominion over her body drew out sensations and emotions from deep within. Feelings that Benezia didn’t dare shed light upon.

His hands, so large and rough, cupped her breasts then. His thick fingers squeezed and groped her ample flesh, kneading it as if it were dough. She moaned so pathetically into his mouth then. It was a terrible and tragic thing, Benezia thought, for a woman of her standing to be made into a whimpering whore.

Then one of his hands drew away from her bosom, traveling down to take a handful of her ass. Grabbing and groping her body through her dress, lacking the patience to wait for her to disrobe, Montes proved himself once more to be every inch the barbarian Benezia knew he was.

“Tits and ass,” Benezia sneered as she broke their kiss. She could feel his hot, disgusting breath on her aching lips. She glared up at him, staring into his hungry eyes. “That’s all you care about. You humans are so predictable.”

She spoke with disdain, pouring anger and venom into her words. But Montes only gave her a maddening grin in return.

“Tits and ass are what make life worth living.” He said, giving her plush rear another squeeze to make his point. He pressed a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth, mockingly affectionate. “Nothing better than a nice pair of tits.”

Then his hands were at the back of her neck, his fingers playing at the zipper. The back of her dress opened, exposing her skin to the cool air. Benezia felt a shiver dance along her spine. She offered no resistance as the spectre pulled her dress down. The white and gold silk fell down her arms, down her belly, letting her bosom fall free.

Benezia stood before the human’s lustful eyes, naked from the waist up. The top of her gown hung from the golden sash wrapped around her waist, leaving her wearing nothing but the long skirt. Her nipples, round and dark blue, were hard and pointed. Silently, she cursed them for betraying her, for giving Montes proof of her body’s arousal and desire.

She could see the delight on his face as he took in the splendor of her nudity, the same way he had done on their first night together. Benezia felt a coiling deep in her belly as she felt Montes’s gaze devour her. The feeling erupted ten-fold when he descended upon her, then devouring her breasts with his mouth. 

He suckled, feasted upon her ample teats like a man starving. His lashing tongue rolled over the peaks of her nipples, ripping moans from Benezia’s own lips. His hands, his mouth, they squeezed, sucked, licked, and ravished as he so pleased. The intensity of his lurid affections almost had Benezia’s legs giving out from underneath her. But the matriarch remained standing.

“You’re an animal…” She told him, though her voice came out barely above a whisper. She cradled his head as he divided his attention between her two heavy teats, her blue fingers running through his black hair. “Nothing more than a beast…”

Montes grunted, slurping away from her breasts. He pressed a couple of kisses to the upper slopes of her bosom, then another in the deep valley between them. He held the two vast swells together so that both of her dark nipples pointed right at his face. He sucked one into his mouth again, running his tongue over the blue peak before switching to its twin sister. He tried to fit both into his mouth in a valiant effort that had Benezia whining, shuddering under his touch. Then he pulled away, panting. Benezia too found herself short of breath, her veins thrumming with hot blood.

“All your fault…” Montes spoke low, almost growling. He wasn’t even looking at her. He was transfixed by her proud bosom, those vast swells of blue. “Looking the way you do. All you matriarchs, you ladies know what you’re doing… Wearing all those fancy dresses that show off your big, juicy tits. ”

He slapped one of her breasts then. There was stinging pain, like brilliant heat… But Benezia moaned like some wild maiden. The matriarch had no time to think of her humiliation, however. Montes quickly had her stumbling backwards onto a nearby sofa. She landed on her back with a cry of outrage, spitting curses and damnations at the insolent spectre. But her profanities soon died on her lips as the man’s hands came down to her waist, parting her skirts to reveal her white lace panties. Panties that were now darkened and drenched in yet another sign of her body’s betrayal.

Benezia watched Montes stare at her dripping sex, her cheeks colored with shame and lust. Her hand moved of its own accord, squeezing one of her own breasts and rolling the hard nipple between her fingers. She sighed softly, letting the sharp pleasure roll through her body. If Benezia was going to get fucked, the matriarch figured that she would find what delight she could. It was the same thought she had the first time she took Montes to bed.

“You want to make your mouth useful?” She hissed through her teeth. With her free hand she ran her fingers through his dark hair again. “Go ahead then, bastard.”

Montes smirked back at her, a fiendish look in his eyes. He planted a kiss upon her lace-covered mound, taking a whiff of her heavy scent. Benezia shuddered at the indecency, then whined as the man began to stroke her through her panties.

“I don’t think I need to.” He teased her with both his words and his touch. “You’re already soaked, Nezzie.”

Benezia opened her mouth to spit yet another curse at the human… But all that came out was a low, guttural moan as Montes tugged her lace panties to the side and buried his face between her legs. He drank down the nectar of her hot, soaking sex and the Matriach Benezia of House T’Soni wailed like the banshees of myth. There were none in her estate who couldn’t hear them, Benezia knew in the back of her mind. And the elder asari just didn’t give a damn.

His tongue… Goddess, his tongue…

He devoured her cunt the same way he devoured her tits: Savagely and without mercy. Benezia moaned and cried as Montes slaked himself on her azure , lapping at her slick folds like some desperate, starving beast.

Like wildfire, the blazing inferno of passion spread through Benezia’s body. Her skin, her nerves, her very bones, they were all aflame with perfect, delectable heat. Her sex was a furnace, stoked by the human’s damned tongue.

She writhed on the sofa, held down by Montes’ strong arms while wild and wanton moans flew freely from her lips. Rage, despair, and euphoria all intermingled within her mind and her body. And all of those conflicting emotions were brought forth by one man. 

Montes was both beast and lover, predator and protector. He had stolen her freedom by threatening Liara, but then swore to defend the T’Soni family with his life. Benezia didn’t know what to make of the man.

Even then he showed her a measure of mercy, ceasing his attack on her cunt so she could have a moment to compose herself. Panting like a varren bitch in heat, Benezia looked upon the human through lidded eyes. She watched as he pressed soft kisses to the softness of her inner thighs.

“You asari are something else…” Montes growled, drawing his lips gently across her slick mound. The bristles of hair around his mouth brushed against Benezia’s sensitive skin, sending shivers up her back. Then the human swiped his tongue through her folds, continuing in a low voice. “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had. God damn. No wonder Thessia has the whole galaxy by the balls.”

It was both a compliment and an insult, a skill with words Benezia had believed only her own people possessed. The matriarch didn’t appreciate what the spectre so shamelessly implied, but still she felt a spike of pride at his recognition of Thessia’s vast influence. It was validating in a tasteless way. The asari were no great military force, but their soft power on the galactic stage was nigh unmatched. Not even the salarians came close. Benezia liked to think her people earned their influence through their natural talent of finesse. And in a way, Montes thought the same… For his own definition of the word.

“The goddess blessed her daughters with unmatched beauty.” Benezia still felt anger at the man between her legs. She hoped her clear displeasure would mask her very present desire. “Why should we be ashamed of our good fortune?”

“You shouldn’t.” Montes conceded, to Benezia’s surprise. Though the look on his hard face kept the asari on edge. The matriarch saw devious intent flicker across his features, glittering in his blue-green eyes. It had her heart racing again. “Just don’t bitch when your beauty gets you the attention of men like me.”

Wearing a dirty smile, Montes then ran his thick fingers through the wet petals of her cunt, teasing her. Benezia’s breath hitched and the human’s smile grew even more wicked. Montes sank one finger into her dripping sex and Benezia’s lips parted in a silent cry. Then the matriarch gave a shuddering gasp when the man dropped his head down an instant later to begin his oral assault anew. Montes added another finger, spreading her apart. It ached, but pleasantly so.

Ecstasy bloomed white hot in the pit of her belly as the spectre laid siege to her walls, his fingers and tongue working in tandem. Delightful, blazing pleasure was ripped through her body without grace or finesse. Such as humans were.

His fingers were not nearly so large as his cock, for which Benezia thanked the goddess, but the digits were thick and nimble. Along with his tongue, their assault upon her sopping wet cunt could not be withstood. The centuries-old matriarch had thought herself strong-willed, but to her torment Montes proved himself stronger. 

There on the sofa, Benezia writhed and wailed and shrieked as tremors of intolerable pleasure wracked her poor body, rolling over and through her skin, her nerves, her bones. Every bloody inch of her was bathed in that wonderful, terrible sensation of euphoria.

Benezia’s end came quickly. A supernova deep in her belly, dazzling starlight blooming and crashing into her like a solar flare. It carried her off, sweeping her away on solar winds, taking her to the abyss where Montes, the oath, her daughter, that damned bribe, none of them were of any thought. When Benezia finally came to, she found her hands covering her face. Had she done it out of embarrassment? To try and silence her own wild screams? Benezia realized she had no answer.

The matriarch of House T’Soni sucked in a shuddering breath, her arms falling weakly to her sides. Aftershocks of her orgasm still rippled under skin, making her nerves sing faintly and wonderfully. She craned her head to see Montes wearing an infuriating smile as he rested his chin on the softness of her belly. Though it did please the elder asari to see his lips and chin glistening with her fluids. It was returning the favor for when the man claimed her own mouth on their first night, if Benezia had to guess his motivation.

“Goddess…” Benezia sighed. She gave Montes the faintest hint of a smile, though it was more mocking than genuine. “So your mouth is good for something after all. And I thought that all your lips could do was spew lies and filth.”

Montes snorted. Then he grabbed a slip of her skirt and wiped his mouth and chin clean, sullying the beautiful white and gold silk. Quickly, Benezia’s smile transformed into a scowl of disgust.

“Filth? Sure. But I’ve never lied to you.” Montes’ grin faltered for a moment. “Except for the one time.”

“When” Benezia demanded weakly. “What lie?”

Montes stood then, looming over her as she remained on her back. His wicked smile widened and he looked upon her state of undress with devilish eyes. His next words came like a slap to her face.

“You wanna know something funny, Nezzie? I was never going to release the info about the bribe and your daughter. The same day we met… I had all of the intel deleted the moment I left your office."

The silence that followed his revelation seemed to go on for an eternity. Benezia could only stare at the man, stare at the vexing smile he wore, at the way his eyes gleamed as if he had told her a funny joke. The shock of his words still stormed in her mind as the truth finally set in. 

She had given away her life away to this man, swore an oath of sexual servitude… Over a bluff. 

Benezia’s eyes widened and her cheeks burned hot with rage and humiliation both. But the matriarch had no energy to set loose her fury. Not after the brute has sapped it away with his merciless tongue. Goddess, she barely had the energy to speak.

“You… You …”

“Yeah. Me. ” The human spoke firmly, her voice like solid metal. Then Montes reached down to Benezia’s waist where her gown had bunched up. He took a hold of the silk with both hands and ripped, tearing it in two. Another dress ruined. Forcefully, he tugged the tatters out from under her body and threw the white and gold shreds to the side. Benezia was left wearing only her drenched lace panties. Her cheeks burned hotter… And to her horror, so did her cunt. The human stood over her, imposing, dominating. “Me. The man you’re sworn to. And the man who swore to protect you.”

Benezia said nothing at first, breathing slowly through her nose. Then she rose from the sofa to stand on shaky legs. Her body still thrummed from the physical pleasure the human had ripped out of her. She stood before the man named Gabriel Montes, the tall, muscled brute of a human. She stood near nude, trembling, and vulnerable… And slapped him.

All of her strength went into that strike. So much that her hand ached after belting him across the face. But the man barely reacted at all, save for a quick wince of discomfort. Then he turned his eyes back on Benezia, the blue-green pits desiring and lusting as they had before. His primal hunger for her flesh remained resolute, his lust for her body an iron conviction. It was as if her rage meant nothing to him. Benezia felt her stomach twist. But to her shock, the feeling pleased her.

“ Why then? ” Benezia shouted into his face, her voice high and piercing. She was nearly in tears. “Why me? ”

“Because I wanted you.” He answered plainly. And somehow Benezia knew he spoke the truth. The matriarch felt a shudder travel through her body. And it had not come about because she was cold. The smile had long since dripped from Montes’ face, his eyes now hard and ravenous. “And now you’re mine. ”

The man removed his wine-stained shirt, leaving him bare-chested as he closed in on her. A part of Benezia wanted so desperately to flee but her feet were rooted to the floor. There was another part of her that wanted to stare the brute down. He was so close then, looming a full head taller than her, his muscled body radiating heat.

One of his arms coiled around her waist then. Benezia felt his hand settle on the small of her back, dangerously close to her nearly bare ass. Her breath hitched at the heat of his touch and he drew her closer. His other hand came to rest on her belly in a way that was almost… possessive. It was a silent declaration from him, she knew, one that struck like a lighting in her soul. Benezia’s heart skipped a beat as the human stared deep into her eyes.

“You asari… You think, you scheme, you manipulate… You blue beauties wait centuries for your plans to pay off.. But us humans? We take. ” Montes did not raise his voice. He didn’t need to. He spoke low and deep, barely more than a whisper, yet his words held power and strength. They burrowed deep into Benezia’s mind. The fire of her rage burned hot in her belly… But the desires to fight, to scream, to resist , they had long departed. As she felt the man’s lips ghost over her own, Benezia realized she desired something else entirely, something she couldn’t bear to admit. Montes continued, his hot breath tingling upon Benezia’s face. “My kind are going to take the whole galaxy some day. I just figured I’d get a head start on the conquering, take my share of the spoils.”

“ Then stop talking and take it already. ” 

Benezia didn’t know why she had said that. Or perhaps she did and didn’t dare to dwell on it.

Montes seemed pleased in either case. He gave a low chuckle… And captured Benezia’s lips in another heated kiss. This one was shorter than before, less demanding, but it still made the asari’s head spin. 

Merciful Athame, why must such a vile man be so talented?

The matriarch bit down on the human’s lower lip as he pulled away. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to show him that she was no conquered woman. At least, not yet.

“Not here.” He said, stepping back. A wry smile once more curled at his lips. “The other day you said something to me about getting fucked in your own bed. Would you care to show me the way?”

Her bedroom was indeed a more ideal place to conduct their affair than her lounge. But even at her lowest, Benezia T’Soni was a prideful woman. Even as her loins ached and glistened so terribly for the touch of the human thug, she still would not admit that he was right.

“I won’t be paraded around naked in my own home, in front of my own staff.” Benezia told him sharply. Though deep down - way deep down - she considered the prospect erotic in its own obscene way…

Montes simply chuckled. He drew away from her then, moving towards one of the empty chairs. The tall, imposing human returned to Benezia a moment later with something in his hands.

He held out to her the coat he had worn when he first arrived. The same one that had been ruined when she had thrown her wine into his chest. 

He can’t possibly mean…

Montes held the black coat open for her expectantly… And in his eyes glittered his most wicked look yet.

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As before, there was screaming. Not screaming in fear or terror. What Samara could hear was the wild wailing of a woman caught in the throes of passion. It could not be mistaken. Behind the closed doors of the lounge, Lady Benezia was getting fucked.

Samara was no stranger to standing guard while her charge enjoyed a discreet dalliance. She would be Benezia’s silent sentinel, ever watchful and non-judgmental. But now, hearing her lady shriek and moan like some wanton maiden, Samara found the nature of Benezia’s coupling difficult to ignore. Neither could she ignore the nature of Benezia’s chosen lover. The one called Montes.

The towering, muscled human, with his hard face and his cold eyes, always had Samara feeling uneasy. The way he scanned his surroundings, sizing up each and every person in the room, the way he carried himself, every little movement measured and coiled like he was ready to strike at any moment. The man was a predator, unmistakably. Not at all the kind of person a woman like Benezia would normally take to bed. So Samara could only assume that their situation was not at all normal.

It was not Samara’s place to judge Lady Benezia…  But even so, the matron had a feeling in her gut. One that warned her about Montes.

And that feeling only intensified when the door to the lounge finally opened… And out stepped her charge, wearing practically nothing but the man’s coat! Even after centuries of training as a huntress, it took some effort for Samara to hold her impassive expression as she caught sight of Lady Benezia in such a clear state of undress. The ordeal at Montes’ apartment was one thing. Samara had been the only one present. But tonight, Benezia was under the eyes of her estate staff. Of course, a matriarch could do as she pleased in her home… But still …

Samara was down the hall a ways from Benezia but she could see her charge clearly. The matriarch was barefoot and her long legs were bare, revealing great swaths of blue thigh. Benezia was wearing the human’s dark coat, the jacket a couple sizes too big for her. Where it was fitted and taut on Montes, it was loose and baggy on Benezia, sagging over her narrow shoulders and the sleeves bunching up around her wrists. And underneath the dark and heavy fabric, Benezia was nude save for perhaps a pair of lace panties. 

Even in such a disheveled state, Samara found her charge to be the very vision of asari beauty. Even if she was wrapped in human garb, with Montes’ coat resembling a planted flag of conquest. The aforementioned human exited the lounge right then, following close behind Benezia. Samara noted with a frown that he still possessed much of his clothing. There was something about that which felt blatantly disrespectful. Disrespectful to Benezia and thus disrespectful to Samara. The huntress decided then that she didn’t quite like the man called Montes. No, she didn’t like him at all.

Samara watched the pair close the lounge doors shut behind them, whisper some words to each other, and then continued on down the hall… Away from Samara’s position. They were heading towards the staircase, she saw. 

Probably heading up to Benezia's bedchamber , Samara guessed. Off to continue their affair in a more appropriate setting…

The thought came with a number of vivid imaginations. Samara felt her cheeks grow warm and quickly put such undue ideas to rest.

Samara followed her mistress and her human lover - by now it was unmistakable just what the man was. On silent feet, she trailed behind them at a distance. Huntresses were trained to protect their charges while being practically invisible. Ideally, neither Benezia and Montes would ever know she was there. But as she shadowed her charge, watching Benezia and Montes head up the staircase, Samara came upon two whispering acolytes huddled behind a marble pillar.

They were younger than Samara, clearly maidens from their excited, youthful voices. From their position, they would have had an even better look at the scandalous sight Samara had seen of Benezia and her human lover. It was thus all too obvious to the huntress that the maidens were whispering gossip. And it was Samara’s duty to put an end to such nonsense.

By the time Samara was upon them, neither had noticed her presence, the two maidens giggling and whispering like schoolgirls. Samara recognized them both, the eager acolytes Teris and Nysara.

“But an Alliance soldier?” Whispered Teris, a young woman of lovely pale blue. “I would have thought Lady Benezia preferred more… distinguished company.”

“I heard he’s a spectre. One of the Council’s top agents.” Nysara trilled excitedly, reaching out to idly run her hand down Teris’ back. Where Teris was slender, Nysara boasted a more buxom figure. And it appeared that with her ample curves came a taste for gossip.

“A spectre? I had no idea Lady Benezia had a taste for dangerous men.” Teris mused, peaking around the marble pillar to watch the matriarch lead the human up the stairs. Even from the distance they stood, Samara could see Montes smirking as he watched Benezia climb the steps - his position doubtlessly afforded him a most desirable view. Then he reached up and shamelessly pinched Benezia’s ass. Teris gave a tiny gasp. “I suppose I can’t fault her for it. It seems that humans like to have fun. ”

Watching Montes grope her charge without protest put an end to Samara’s patience. She chose that moment to speak.

“I think your time would be better spent working than gossiping.” The huntress’ words came cold and sharp. The two young acolytes practically jumped in shock, whirling around to face Samara with wide, fearful eyes.

“Huntress Samara! We weren’t-” Teris tried to explain herself, but Samara had no interest in excuses. She silenced the maiden by simply raising her hand.

“Our Lady Benezia didn’t take you on as acolytes so you could judge her dalliances behind her back.” Samara looked from Teris to Nysara, making sure to stare them both down. A huntress’ glare could break the spirit of a krogan warlord, or so it was often said. “The Matriarch of House T’Soni is older than the both of you combined. She can take lovers as she pleases.”

“Of course. We meant no disrespect.” Nysara had bowed her head, clasping her hands together.

Beside her, Teris did the same.

“Please forgive our ill manners, huntress.”

Samara allowed a moment of silence to pass so that the two young maidens could stew with their fears for a bit. Once the huntress was satisfied that she put the fear of Athame into the younger asari, she spoke.

“Return to your duties.” She ordered, her voice like frozen steel. “And don’t let me catch either of you gossiping again.”

“Yes, Huntress Samara.” The two answered. They both gave a short bow and quickly fled under Samara’s cold eyes. When the two maidens were finally out of sight, the matron huntress turned her concerned gaze towards the main staircase. Lady Benezia and Montes were gone. 

Silently, Samara cursed herself for getting distracted. To lose track of her charge was shameful for a huntress. Clenching her jaw, the faithful bodyguard started for the stairs. Though with each step she took, tension began to build in her belly. It was a certainty that there was a lewd, carnal scene waiting for Samara at the top of those stairs. 

It would be an encore of the night at Montes’ apartment, Samara realized. An encore of all those screams and wails pouring from Benezia’s throat… And the unwanted feelings they drew from Samara’s body.

As before, there was screaming. The good kind. They were the screams of a woman getting the fuck she so desperately needed. The fuck that Montes was happy to provide - and keep providing!

“God, you’ve got the tightest cunt…” Montes growled, sweat beginning to drip from his brow. He had Benezia on her back, spreading her thighs apart with his legs. With one hand he had her arms pinned above her head. With the other he held firmly onto her waist while he drove his cock deep into her tight sex. His pace was quick, merciless, his body driven by near-feral need for the pleasures only Benezia’s womanhood could provide. “Eight hundred years old? Damn, Nezzie…”

Their bodies collided together, their flesh joining at their most intimate. But this was no loving congress. Montes was fucking her, hard and fast. Skin slapped against skin, echoing through the matriarch’s bedroom - which was half the size of Montes’ entire apartment! 

The bed wasn’t rocking - it was built right into the floor - but Benezia’s whole body shook and trembled in the wake of Montes’ lustful conquest. Her beautiful, proud tits  bounced in his face, every thrust sending those mounds jiggling. A delicious sight that Montes could not deny himself. He descended upon them, licking and kissing, desperate to draw every last bit of lewd satisfaction from their coupling. The sounds he drew from her lips, the weak moans and the scandalized gasps, they were carnal music, delectable to his ears.

“It’s… It’s better than… A savage like you deserves…” Benezia groaned through clenched teeth, every one of his thrusts driving her breathless. Montes huffed through his nose like an enraged bull as he felt her cunt tighten around his cock. Her heat and wetness were driving him mad.

“Nah.” Montes grunted, driving himself deep. His waist clapped against the inside of Benezia’s soft thighs, a lewd sound that so pleased the human’s darker mind. Benezia gasped, but could do nothing but quiver under the human’s dominion of her body. Montes sighed, his cock bathing in the hot delights of asari pussy as he drove down to the root. The human managed a smirk. “I think you were made for me. You feel perfect wrapped around my cock.”

“You’d… You’d love to believe that… Wouldn’t you?” Benezia’s head fell back into the mattress and Montes took the chance to assault her neck with teasing kisses. The matriarch sighed, again her cunt clenching around his manhood, milking him. “All that nonsense about asari and humans being perfect for each other…”

Montes gave a low grunt and another deep thrust. His balls slapped against Benezia’s ass and the matriarch gave a sweet, high-pitched sound. The human’s smirk grew.

“That didn’t sound like nonsense.” He mocked her with a short, breathless laugh. He let go of her wrists, planting his hands on either side of her head. Immediately, the asari’s hands went to his neck and back, desperate to grab onto something. The sting of her nails spurred the human on. “I bet it doesn’t feel like nonsense, either…”

Montes slowly rocked his hips then, drawing a long, low moan from Benezia’s throat. Her nails dug deeper into the muscles on his back and that pleased him. It meant he was winning.

“It feels like you’re too fucking big, you bastard!” Benezia wailed. She sucked in haggard breaths, glaring up at him… But so too did she rock her hips, trying to get his cock deeper into her cunt.

“ Thank you. It’s like you know just what to say to a guy.” Montes said with mock sincerity. Or as much as he could muster. His head dipped down and he stole a quick kiss from the fiery asari - one that she notably returned without a hint of protest. She deepened the kiss, clutching Montes by the back of his head. The spectre felt the matriarch’s tongue then, darting up into his mouth and demanding a duel from him. And so Montes provided. When they broke apart, Montes’ lips were sore and puffy and Benezia nipped at him as she pulled back. But the spectre could only smile.

Benezia, on the other hand, continued to glare up at the man. Her beautiful face was twisted into an angry scowl. But her eyes… Montes could see they burned with desperate need. He had her, the spectre realized. For all her fire and venom, she wanted him just as he wanted her. It was a victory that he felt then. 

“Just stop…” Benezia snapped, whimpering. She stared right into Montes’ soul and there was an instant of understanding between them. And for a split second, Montes saw a flicker of acceptance in her eyes. The matriarch gave a soft moan, rising to kiss Montes again, softer this time. She murmured breathlessly against his lips. “Just stop talking and fuck me. ”

What could a man do but oblige?

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Montes obliged Benezia’s demand… and then some . 

Gathering his strength, he focused his efforts into making the matriarch scream. Fast, hard, relentless thrusts followed, the burly human working his body like a machine. Lady Benezia held onto him, her fingers sinking into his firm back as if they were claws. The pain stung… but was drowned out by the ecstasy that bathed his cock. 

The matriarch was drenched , her impossibly tight cunt drowning his manhood in honey. Montes thundered into her body, a man gone primal. She had demanded more, but Montes needed more.

She was screaming, wailing so loud and so beautifully that Montes feared she might split his eardrums. But the Spectre endured. If he was so damned lucky to be bedding a buxom asari matriarch, then he ought to be able to handle the meager troubles that came with that. At least, that’s what he figured. As an agent of the Council, he’d endured far worse.

Beneath him, Montes watched Benezia’s magnificent body quake and tremble under his merciless attack. Those big blue tits jiggling, rippling with every thrust he punched into her tight cunt, the sight had his blood on fire. And the sound of her whorish moans, weak and needy as he pulled his cock back so he could do it all over again… It didn’t take long for both of them to tip over the edge.

Montes came with a beastly grunt, finishing inside Benezia’s tight blue pussy. The elder asari shrieked as she felt her womanhood flooded with hot spunk, her body quivering under his tight hold as he thrust one final time, as deep as her body would allow. Then, with a low sigh, Montes retreated. He took a shaky step back from the bed, his prick slipping from Benezia’s well-fucked pussy.

“ God … I needed that.” Montes breathed out, the echoes of pleasure still rolling through his body. He stared at the woman lying weakly on the bed. Montes took in his handy work with a smile, watching the mess he left behind start to dribble out of her silken lips. His smile widened as Benezia’s hand came to cup her mound, a vain attempt to afford herself some dignity.

“Are you humans always so messy?” The matriarch asked after a long moment. Her voice was weak, exhausted, spent. Montes loved to hear it. To him it was proof that his hard labor had left an impression. Benezia dipped her fingers into her core, moaning softly. When she brought them back, they were glistening, coated with both her own arousal and the gift Montes had left behind. She craned her head up for a look, frowning. “You leave more behind than turians.”

Montes gave a tired guffaw, settling down on one of the bedchamber’s many cushioned seats.

“Good to know.” He told her, grinning. “Just another way us human boys have got the birds beat, huh?”

Benezia gave a dry scoff. “That’s one perspective.”

Montes watched her lie there for another long moment, her heavy, tired breaths making a show of her bosom rising and falling. Then, with a low whine, she rose. The matriarch drew herself out of bed, facing Montes. Even fucked to the point of exhaustion, Benezia was the very vision of beauty.

On the other side of the room was a small table holding a pitcher of water. Benezia went to it. Montes was happy simply to watch. Every step the asari took sent delightful quakes through the softness of her body. The human took particular interest in how this affected her succulent rear-end.

Montes’ eyes were still firmly focused on Benezia’s juicy buttocks as she poured herself a glass of water. As she did, her voice carried over to him, plain and measured. Gone was her fury and her bitter lust. It was strange for him to hear.

“How late do you plan on staying?” She asked him, turning to face him. Now her breasts demanded his attention. Montes looked on, shameless. Benezia took a sip of water, continuing. “I’d like to know when I’ll be able to resume my work schedule.”

Montes’ eyes drew up to Benezia’s face. She expected him to leave , he realized. His grin broke into a wider smile then. A perverse pleasure boiled up inside of him. Oh did he so love to drop surprises on his fiery matriarch.

Benezia seemed to have caught on to the glee in his eyes, as the Spectre caught a look of concern flash across her beautiful, regal face.

“What makes you think I’m leaving tonight?” Montes asked her in turn. His voice was bold, taunting. He rose from the cushion seat, his half-hard prick batting softly between his firm thighs. The truth came out next, colored with wicked delight. “I’m on leave. The Council won’t have a new assignment for me for days. ”

For a long moment, Benezia said nothing. Did nothing. She held the glass of water at her lips, her face expressionless, frozen. She simply stared at the human Spectre in silence. Then, finally…

“I see.”

The Lady Benezia took one last sip of water. Then she set the glass down on the table and stood there, her arms by her sides. 

Montes drank her in. Her wide hips, her big tits, the faint softness of her belly, his hungry eyes roamed over every inch. Her gorgeous, delectable body was open, ripe for the taking. So he advanced upon her.

Benezia didn’t struggle or fight back as his hands fell upon her curves. Nor came any venomous words or biting remarks. The T’Soni Matriarch, it seemed, had no fight left in her. Nothing but for the disdainful glare she leveled at him as his hands took their fill of her lush body.

There was still a fire deep down, Montes could see. That was where the fun was, he knew. He just needed to stoke it. And to stoke it good .

“Clear your calendar, Nezzie.” He growled against her lips, stealing a quick kiss. She nipped at him then, a small measure of defiance. It drew a small, sharp laugh from the man. He gripped the asari by her wide, shapely hips and spun her around to face the wall. His cock, now hardening again, brushed against the swells of her buttocks. Montes leaned forward, putting his lips up to her ear. He growled again, low and rumbling. “These next few days, I’m gonna teach you all about your new normal. You’re gonna learn what it means to be my woman.”

He reached up and took her by the chin, forcing her to face him. He opened his mouth to say more… but the asari caught his lips in a fiery kiss. A bolt of shock rocked his body, but it faded quickly. 

It seemed that Benezia’s fire was nowhere near snuffed out, Montes realized. Another laugh rumbled in the man’s belly. Then he pressed his hard prick against Benezia’s ass and returned her kiss with fervor.

For the second time this evening, Samara was forced to listen. She stood guard by Lady Benezia’s bedroom door, still like stone. But her mind? Her thoughts were a storm, emotions swirling within in a terrible whirlwind. 

The walls of the T’Soni Estate were thick. But the same could not be said for the doors. The sound of fucking carried through, right into Samara’s ears. The sound of bodies colliding together, skin slapping against skin resounding through the bedchamber doors. And, of course, the screams . Screams of pleasure, heated and pained. Those were the best kind, in Samara’s experience. But tonight they were coming from the lips of her charge. 

Matriarch Benezia trusted Samara with her safety, her life. And there she was, standing outside like a useless rock while the woman she was sworn to protect was getting violated, brutalized by that… brute of a human.

Montes was unrefined, a blunt weapon. He was the last sort of man Lady Benezia would consider taking to bed. But the matriarch had offered her body to him all the same.

The question had echoed in Samara’s mind, over and over and over. Ever since that first night at the man’s apartment, it had rang in her head like a bell. 

Why him? Why Gabriel Montes?

Samara needed to find out. She decided then what her new mission was. The former commando was going to watch Benezia’s new partner much more closely.

For Benezia T’Soni, time passed in a haze. Such as it was with Gabriel Montes. The man, for all of his lacking in decency, knew how to work over a woman’s body. His stamina, Benezia had decided, was one of his better qualities. It was right up there alongside his aggression and his blessed size .

Goddess, it’s like a battering ram… splitting me apart…

He had her up against her bedroom wall, driving his long, fat cock into her from behind. He worked into her like a machine, relentless in his thrusting. He had a firm grip on her waist, holding her steady as he ravaged her cunt. Her sopping wet cunt, Benezia bemoaned to note. His hips collided against her buttocks, the sound of his body slapping against hers echoing loudly, lewdly in her bedchambers.

And of course, Benezia was shrieking . It was impossible to play the silent priestess, to deny him the reactions he so craved. She should have learned by now that Montes would just rip them from her body. He was too big, too savage, too merciless. His manhood, long and thick and throbbing, demanded tribute. And so tribute was taken. Drawn out of her body, from her throat… The sweet sound of reluctant pleasure.

Yes, Agent Montes was fucking Benezia nice and good, a repeat performance from his apartment. And still she loathed to let him know it.

But worst of all, worse than any of the humiliation… was that Montes didn’t seem to be tired. Not one bit.

Benezia tried to speak through the relentless pounding delivered to her poor cunt.

“How long… can you… keep this… up? ”

Montes thrust in deep and held. Benezia shuddered around him, her quivering womanhood tightening around his length. The matriarch let loose a weak, trembling moan. Then she felt his hot breath against her ear.

“As long as I want.” The man’s voice came low and deep, rumbling like falling stones. “Your body, your cunt, your tits… they all belong to me. ”

As if to drive his point home, he worked his hips hard to drive his cock just a little deeper. His fat, swollen cockhead came like a sledgehammer to her insides, striking deeper than any other lover she’d taken. It felt like the air had been punched out of her lungs, but somehow Benezia let loose a squeal. But that was not the end of her lovely torment. 

Montes’ hands came next, rising from her waist to maul her breasts. His thick, groping fingers plied at her soft flesh, rolling over her hardened nipples without care or tenderness. Benezia moaned again, soft whines pouring from her lips as the human played with her body. 

Played. The word echoed in her mind. Benezia was his plaything. His taunting words were not empty. They were the truth. They were her reality. Ever since she had uttered the oath, promised herself to him… It was only then, her lush curves pushed up against the wall, her beautiful body ravaged and violated, that Benezia truly understood. 

She was his. 

His plaything.

And with that acceptance came a small measure of peace. Enough to temper some of her bitterness. But only a little.

“One would think… that a human would… treat his favorite toy… with more care.” Benezia managed to utter as the human slowed the pace of his thrusts. His cock still sawed in and out of her cunt, bringing blissful heat with every stroke. But now the tempo had become somewhat tolerable. Benezia was no longer shrieking her lungs out on every thrust.

Montes gave a short, tired laugh at her words. She felt his lips press a small kiss to the back of her neck. Oddly affectionate for the man who had coerced her absolute loyalty.

“We both know by now that going gentle isn’t your thing.” Montes grunted, his grubby fingers sinking into the flesh of her teats. He caught one of her nipples, pinching it some. Not enough to hurt, but enough to get Benezia squirming on his prick.

“On the contrary…” Benezia sighed, feeling the pain and pleasure swirl together delectably. “I’ve enjoyed slower, more sensual evenings on occasion. A shame that it doesn’t appear to be your thing.”

To her surprise, Montes slowed down. Her poor rear-end was no longer the cushioned padding against the human’s relentless assault. Her soft cheeks ached as Montes settled his body against hers, content to simply roll his hips with his cock nestled in her tight cunt. Benezia sighed again, pleased at the change of pace.

She turned her head to try and face him then. The asari was surprised at the man’s generosity. And from what she could read on his face, he wasn’t taunting or insincere.

“On the contrary…” Montes said, pressing another kiss to Benezia’s neck. Even his hands had become gentler with her breasts, cupping them rather than kneading them like dough. He continued on. “I’m an adaptable kind of guy, Nezzie. Comes with being a Spectre.”

“Is that a fact?” She pressed him, breathing in as gentle pleasures rolled through her body. She felt his strong arms coil around her waist, drawing their bodies closer together. The human’s heat felt lovely then, not oppressive or dominating. The asari gave a pleased hum as she leaned back into his warm, hulking mass.

Benezia turned her head to look at him again. Montes gave a low grunt and a short nod. Simple and to the point. Such was the way with human males.

“That’s… surprising coming from you.” Benezia admitted.

“The oath cuts both ways, Nezzie.” Montes explained. He drew his hips back and thrust his cock deep. Benezia was ready this time. His cockhead struck deep, like a hammer against an anvil. Sparks of bliss shot through her body. And Benezia let loose a sharp gasp. It petered out into a low, sensual moan. The sound flowed from her lips like warm honey. And through the sound of her own pleasure, she heard his rough, hard voice. “Your wellbeing is my responsibility. That includes your pleasure. I told you before, I’d be a piss-poor master if I didn’t try to keep you happy.”

The asari stared at the human, bemused and bewildered. This side of Montes was… unexpected. But not unwelcome. Benezia managed a small, tired smile.

Benezia wasn’t so sure anymore that her life was a nightmare. But it still felt like a strange dream. The pleasure that was rolling through her body felt real enough. And so did Montes’ fat bastard of a cock spearing through her pussy. 

Maybe she would wake up and realize this was all a wild fantasy made up by her overworked, overstressed mind. But until then, the T’Soni Matriarch figured she might as well enjoy it.

“So it would seem.” Benezia finally said after a long moment.

Their new relationship might prove to be much more enjoyable than she thought.

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A day had passed since the human Spectre’s arrival. And the human had yet to leave.

The cleaning staff had departed on Lady Benezia’s command. Her team of personal chefs, dismissed as well… along with most of the estate’s security team. Only Samara and a skeleton crew of sentinels remained.

They remained… and were forced to listen . To listen and bear witness to what the human brute had made of their beloved matriarch. Turned her into a moaning, wailing harlot.

Samara was shocked at the level of impropriety her mistress had shown in just one day. Engaging in loud, lewd bouts of sex with the Spectre all over her estate was something the former huntress had thought Benezia to be above. Not so, it seemed. The matriarch was all too willing to join with the human no matter the location. Benezia joined with him in the lounge, joined with him in the bathhouse, joined with him in the dining room, joined with him in her study . Anywhere she could, any chance she was given, Benezia would just join with him. It was like she couldn’t get enough.

There was near not a single room in the estate that Lady Benezia and Agent Montes hadn’t fucked in. They had made the rounds of the mansion in a matter of hours. Samara would have been impressed with their stamina had she not been aghast at the unseemly nature of their activities.

For this, Samara was relieved that Lady Benezia had dismissed so many of her followers for the duration of Montes’ visit. At least the loyal acolytes of House T’Soni weren’t around to witness their lady brought low, her beauty made to serve the shameless pleasure of such a vile man. Samara couldn’t bear the thought of her lady’s reputation being defiled in the eyes of so many.

Goddess, she could hardly bear Lady Benezia being defiled period .

The shrieks, the screams, the almost animal-like howls that echoed through the halls of the estate were insufferable. And Samara could do nothing but endure, going about her duties as a guardswoman like there was nothing amiss. Even worse, Montes’ influence over the matriarch was becoming more and more apparent. The odd pair didn’t even bother to lock doors behind them anymore. 

And now, with Lady Benezia’s bedchambers left wide open, Samara could not only hear their umpteenth sexual bout… she could see it. It was most unfortunate timing for the loyal guardswoman, taking up her shift outside the matriarch’s chambers, only to find the double doors left open enough for her to get an eyeful of her lady being set upon by the larger alien male. 

His tall, broad, hairy mass loomed over Lady Benezia’s smaller frame, hard, firm muscles enforcing their will, their lusts upon her soft blue curves. The sounds of his grunts and her desperate moans filled Samara’s ears, as did the slapping of flesh upon flesh. And her eyes? They were affronted with the vision of human savagery taking dominion over asari grace.

This was worse than the time at Montes’ apartment. Worse than the day before when all Samara had to do was listen. Now, Samara could see it all. The sight of her mistress being used by the towering beast of a man.

Samara was shocked, dismayed. But by the Goddess, she could not look away.

Below him was an ageless being. She was an alien, born on a world lightyears away from Earth, and her wisdom was matched only by her beauty.

Gabriel Montes was resting his cock on her face. 

The thick, veiny stalk of flesh that protruded from his groin was long enough to cover Benezia’s visage from forehead all the way down to her chin. It eclipsed her pretty, blue face, hiding away half of her exotic beauty. 

Swollen and flushed a dark, angry pink thanks to his hot, pumping blood, Montes’ manhood twitched slightly upon its unusual resting spot. 

Benezia breathed out through her nose, the warmth making the tool jerk even more. Montes gave a low, rumbling groan, letting the sensation thrum down his cock. He rolled his hips, pressing his pillar and stones further flush against the asari’s face. And Benezia did nothing to stop it, allowing the massive tool and those plump balls to smother her. She moaned softly, using her lips to caress his length as it dragged over her mouth.

Montes couldn’t help but admire his handiwork, looking upon his act of dominance and control with no small sense of pride. He still couldn’t get over it, the fact that he had a centuries-old asari matriarch acting as his personal whore. But what really stoked the fire in his heart was the look she gave him in turn.

Even with his manhood draped over half of her face, she stared back up at him. Blazing blue fire was held in that single visible eye, full not of seething anger or hatred for Montes. No, the human could see desire. Lust. The wise and honorable Lady Benezia craved more from him. He liked to think his natural musk was to thank for her new attitude. But it was more likely that she had always been like this and her entanglement with him had just given these feelings the chance to rise to the surface.

Either way, Montes was pleased with how well his gamble had paid off.

Benezia moaned again, pursing her soft lips to pepper the underside of his cock with kisses. Each one was just as soft and sweet as the last. And all the while, she gazed up at him with that one visible eye. A deep pool of burning blue, enthralling, captivating. It was like a Siren Song made into color, pulling Montes in.

The Spectre was amazed at how the matriarch could turn his crude, brutish act of chest-pounding and make it feel so… erotic. And with only a look and a few kisses!

Then Benezia began to lick his balls. Plump, hefty orbs they were and the asari urged them into the warmth of her mouth and her soft, agile tongue.

Montes let out a shaky breath, the feeling of Benezia’s tongue swirling around his sac sending a faint tremble through his body. It was a heavenly sensation, warm and wet pleasure glazing the pride of his bloodline.

“Damn, Nezzie…” He grunted, trying to keep balance as he stood above her on his knees. Montes smirked down at his alien lover, letting out a breathless chuckle. “You like the taste?”

He might have taunted her like so back at his apartment, but now it came as a genuine inquiry. He really wanted to know: was she enjoying this? Because it sure as hell felt like it.

Benezia sucked in a small gasp as she slurped away from Montes’ plump nuts. She breathed out and the feeling of her hot breath on his glistening scrotum had the human Spectre groaning again.

“It wouldn’t matter if I didn’t.” She told him in a voice that was smooth as silk. Benezia was always lovely to listen to, Montes found, whether she was speaking or screaming. “You know I am bound to serve you, Agent Montes.”

Montes shifted slightly on his knees, moving his cock so that it no longer obstructed Benezia’s face, resting now against the side of her head. The shaft still pressed into her cheek and the thick cockhead prodded her some inches above the temple, but now she could look up at him with both eyes.

“That’s not a real answer.” Montes groused, though the smirk remained on his face. His cock continued to throb in line with his heartbeat, twitching against Benezia’s cheek. The asari seemed unbothered, not breaking eye contact with the human straddling her chest. Montes continued. “The oath compels you to do what I say. So I’m telling you to answer my questions truthfully.”

The asari matriarch gave Montes a long, unwavering stare. Those blue eyes that a moment before had been simmering with desire for him, for his body, were now unreadable. As a Spectre, Montes had become quite apt at reading people. But right then, Lady Benezia had become an enigma. Her feelings, her desires, they were hidden away by the shroud of eerie calm that covered Benezia’s face.

Finally, Benezia did as Montes commanded. She answered his question. But not with words.

A faint but racy smile curled at the matriarch’s lips. Then she parted them and her tongue, wet with spit, snaked out to flatten against the shaft of Montes’ cock. Starting near the base, she dragged her tongue slowly, so agonizingly slowly, up the length of the human’s manhood, leaving a glossy sheen upon the taut skin. 

Benezia had to tilt her head back to reach the tip, drawing her tongue up, up, up Montes’ shaft until she tasted the thick, swollen head. She swirled her tongue around it, polishing the cockhead with quick, refined skill. Montes enjoyed the show, a small, pleased grunt rumbling in his chest. When Benezia was satisfied that her point had been made, the head of the human’s prick was glistening , coated with a nice helping of the matriarch’s saliva. 

Benezia let out a small, satisfied hum, pressing her lips directly to the tip of the thick phallus. She gave it a long, deep smooch. When she finally pulled away - with a loud and showy MUAH - she let her head fall back onto the bed and Montes could see that the flames of desire had returned to her eyes.

Beyond the divine sensations that bathed his cock - and the churning he felt in his balls - Montes remained clear enough of mind to register the asari’s words. She spoke again in that regal voice, smooth as silk.

“You are an acquired taste, Montes.”

A halfway compliment was still a compliment. He would take it.

Montes huffed out a short laugh, reaching down to stroke himself. His hand slid easily along the shaft thanks to Benezia’s efforts leaving his skin so slick. A few pumps he made, right beside Benezia’s pretty face.

“And you acquired it?” He drew his hand back, awaiting her answer.

“I have.”

Montes let the answer settle in his mind. Two simple words that played over and over. Two simple words but they were not at all easy to say. At least, not for Benezia. Montes knew just how big of a step the alien woman had taken just then. He knew how much ground she had conceded to him with that brief utterance.

“I knew you’d come around.” Montes spoke most confidently, lifting himself some inches just to plop his pillar and stones right back upon Benezia’s flawless, blue face.

The matriarch let out a small “ oh! ” of surprise but otherwise didn’t struggle or resist. The fat dick and balls were back to smothering the asari well and good.

“You like the smell, too?” Montes growled, his voice low and breathless. His blood was up, simmering in his veins. Benezia wanted him? Then he was going to give her every bit of him.

The asari beneath him tilted her head up, pressing her face flush against his manhood. She moaned, but not soft or dainty like before. This moan was deep, passionate, reverberating deep in her chest. She inhaled deeply, taking in a big whiff of the human’s most potent scent. Right from his cock and balls.

When she was done, she let out a long, shuddering sigh.

“Your odor… is quite strong , Agent Montes.” Benezia spoke, her voice holding a slight tremble. She was almost whimpering . “I can’t get enough of it. Bastard. ”

The human felt his chest swell with pride… and his prick swell with lust. He was as hard as could be, his length swollen fat and flushed an angry red.

This was one more victory in a long line of them. And Montes knew just how to celebrate.

“I have to admit, Nezzie… the feeling is very mutual. I can’t get enough of your body. Especially those tits. ”

He lifted himself off of her, no longer straddling her chest. For a moment, Montes drank in the sight of Lady Benezia’s naked body. He knew he could enjoy her in bed for the next thousand years and never once tire of the perfection that graced his eyes. Her ample bosom, her flat, soft tummy, the curves of her hips, her plump rear, her long, elegant legs, all offered with a coating of healthy, rich blue.

Montes walked on his knees, coming around to set himself upon Benezia again. This time however, he straddled her torso right above the belly - but just beneath her big, milky tits. And his long, thick cock had settled nicely between them. His manhood found a home in that wonderful valley, flanked on both sides by a perfect mound capped with a dark blue nipple. They stared up at him like a second pair of eyes, enthralling the human male.

“That is a lovely sight. God damn. ” Montes breathed out, looking upon his new position with a measure of reverence. How many men dreamed of something exactly like this, he wondered. A big human cock stuffed between big asari tits. Matriarch tits. 

I might be sainted by the Alliance for this.  

He bucked his hips then, giving a short, firm thrust into the valley between Benezia’s breasts. The asari gave a small huff in shock, but otherwise didn’t complain. Montes smirked down at her. 

“Do you asari know anything about titfucking?”

Benezia turned her eyes from the cock between her tits to the man who put it there. The asari didn’t look shocked, angered, or scandalized. Not like she did back at his apartment or even the day before. She wore an almost amused expression, drawing her hands up to rest upon Montes’ bare thighs. Her touch was warm and gentle, adding to the pleasure the human already felt. The flames of desire flickered in her eyes, but there was something else as well. Montes could see a sliver of giddiness. Girlish excitement. This wasn’t merely arousing for the matriarch, he discovered. This was turning her on!

The matriarch gave a fluttering laugh.

“My people invented the titfuck, you barbarian.”

Montes thought of making a smartass comment about how that made perfect sense considering the reputation of her people. But he chose to keep his mouth shut instead. Why ruin a perfect moment?

With her hands, Benezia pushed her breasts together, enveloping most of Montes’ cock. Her slender fingers sank into the soft flesh as she did so. Warmth and softness closed in around his manhood, smothering it in delights that most men would only dream of. It was a wonderful vision offered to him then, Benezia’s bright blue eyes gazing up at him with a dreamy expression upon her queenly face.

The human felt a spike of pride, his ego swelling with the knowledge that not even Benezia’s ample bosom could completely engulf his prick. He was large enough that the head and some inches poked out above her breasts, with enough reach to touch the underside of her chin.

“Oh, yeah.” Montes growled, reaching up to grab the back frame of Benezia’s bed for some leverage. He loomed over the matriarch, but with his dick nestled snugly between her breasts every little move stroked the shaft. He set his wild, hungry eyes upon Benezia. “Press ‘em together. That’s it. Fuck. ”

Benezia obeyed, pushing her big, blue tits even closer together, tightening the crevice around the occupying shaft. Bountiful blue flesh, smooth and milky, came together crashing waves, attempting to drown the human beast in their depths. A punishment the human was all too happy to accept, taking on the asari flood with burning zeal.

“Yes.” Benezia breathed out, desperate. “ Fuck them. ”

Montes didn’t need to be told.

He bucked his hips then, a short thrust. His thighs impacted the underswells of the asari’s breasts, sending a visible quake through those massive blue globes. The sight had Montes’ blood running hot - but the feeling of those tits around his cock had it boiling . 

His cockhead jutted forward, prodding over Benezia’s chin to glide atop her lips - then back over them as his thrust swung back. Benezia sighed, caressing the tip with her lips and tongue as it passed over her mouth. Montes grunted, low and beast-like.

With a snarl, the human began to thrust harder. Again and again. Each time his thighs would collide with Benezia’s bosom, firm muscle slapping into soft flesh, making them quake and jiggle so deliciously. But again, the beauty of the sight could not compare to the heavenly sensation that bathed his cock. He quickened the pace, thrusting faster.

Montes fucked Benezia’s tits, punching his prodigious length into the deep valley between those wonderful, alien teats. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the bedchamber, the lewd, carnal sounds echoing almost as loud as the moans and grunts that spilled from their lips. 

Benezia’s lips in particular were made especially busy during Montes’ romp with her chest. Each thrust sent his cockhead slapping upon her chin, or her lips, or her cheeks. So swollen and thick with lust he was that each strike left a smear of precum that had been leaking from the tip. Benezia lapped up the offerings hungrily - whenever she wasn’t lashing her tongue against the prodding cockhead, at least.

Montes groaned, letting the pleasure wash over him. It came from both within and without, blooming hot in his gut, roiling in his balls, but also pouring over his shaft. The sounds of Benezia’s desperate desire, her little hums, oos , and ahs , they slithered into his ears, stoking the fire within him, urging him forward, closer and closer to the edge of bliss. The woman’s tits were heavenly around his cock. He had to let her know somehow.

“Never… seen… a better… pair… than yours… Nezzie…” He praised the most gifted matriarch between urgent thrusts. His words might have been crass, but they were honest, sincere. The Lady Benezia was a woman without peer. That was why he had to have her. “God damn! ”

“I’ve never had a male… more blessed than you.” Benezia admitted in turn, letting out a small gasp as his thrusting cockhead came up and struck her on the lips. She gave the ugly, swollen thing a quick smooch as it went. She had changed her hold on her breasts, linking her fingers and instead using her arms to hold her bosom tighter together. This hid her dark nipples away from view, but the snug fit around Montes’ cock more than made up for that. His cockhead came up to Benezia’s lips again and she lashed her tongue against the tip. As the cock drew back, Benezia watched it go with glazed eyes. “My breasts can’t even cover the whole thing! And you tell me you haven’t had gene mods?”

Montes managed a toothy grin. He gave a tired laugh.

“I’ve taken some gene mods for the Alliance, yeah. But this dick right here is all-natural human meat, sweetheart.”

Montes set out to prove it. Gathering his strength, the human breathed in… and started to fuck the matriarch’s big, blue tits. 

His body worked in short, fast thrusts, relentlessly punching forward to slap against Benezia’s breasts. The asari cried out in surprise, but her hold on her chest did not break. She kept those perfect globes pressed firmly together for the human’s pleasure, giving him a soft, slick, tightness to enjoy. The spit and saliva she lathered onto his cock with her tongue, along with the precum constantly leaking from the tip, allowed the human’s cock to glide easily through the tight crevice. Allowed him to fuck .

“Merciful goddess! ” Benezia cried, the cockhead prodding her lips and chin again and again and again, faster and faster. Her voice wavered, like she was once more scandalized by the human’s crude barbarity. It only drove Montes to go faster.

Big, perfect blue tits quaked and wobbled under the assault of Montes’ cock. It was beyond beautiful to witness, almost a religious experience for the man’s fiery spirit. The tightness, the slickness, the heat, the fact that he was doing this to a matriarch, it all fed the inferno within Montes. His whole body felt aflame, nerves, veins, blood, bones and all. Edging closer and closer to eruption.

“I’m close!” He snarled down at Benezia. She’d done a good job, he decided. He would offer her the privilege of choice. “You want it on your tits? On your face?”

Benezia whined excitedly, a far cry from her attitude just the day before.

“In my mouth!” She cried out. She almost sounded joyous. “I want it in my mouth!”

Montes obliged her. The asari released her hold on her breasts, allowing them to fall back and fan out upon her chest. The human ignored it, drawing his cock free from the delightful place between them. Benezia lifted herself, propping up on her elbows, and parted her plump lips. 

Montes set his fat, throbbing prick upon her waiting tongue. Benezia did the rest. She drew him into her mouth with fervor, moaning around him. Montes felt a tremble in his legs as the asari’s tongue bathed him in warmth and spit. Using a free hand, she stroked the length of him that she hadn’t taken in her mouth. Then she began to suck .

“Damn, Nezzie…” Montes breathed out, reaching forth to gently caress the matriarch’s head-tendrils. His eyes met hers and he offered a tired, teasing smile. “You should swear oaths to me more often.”

Samara’s belly was twisting inside her. She didn’t know whether it was because she wanted to vomit or because of… something else. The guardswoman didn’t allow herself to dwell on that.

Instead, she found her mind laser-focused on the human’s words. One in particular.

Oath.

It rang in her head like a bell. Over and over. Even as Samara looked on in morbid fascination as her mistress serviced the human brute with her mouth and tongue, that word was there, bold and unmoving.

Oath.

It didn’t make sense. But at the same time, it made complete sense.

The Lady Benezia mouthed the human Spectre’s massive cock, slurping and sucking with fervor Samara had rarely seen. The matriarch seemed so willing, so desperate to taste the human’s seed. And taste it she did, as a moment later Montes released the unmistakable bellow of a male brought to ecstasy.

Samara remained stone-faced, but fought down a scandalized gasp. Montes tossed his head back and released his seed… right into Lady Benezia’s waiting mouth. Just as the matriarch had asked of him.

In all her years of loyal service, Samara had never known Benezia to be a woman of such proclivities. Such a wise, respected asari would never deign to debase herself for a man’s pleasure, especially not a human’s. And yet that was what Samara had just witnessed. 

But what she had heard was even worse. The implication was… unsettling.

Lady Benezia T’Soni had sworn an oath of servitude to this man, Gabriel Montes. A human Spectre.

But how had he convinced her to do such a thing? Why had Benezia agreed in the first place?

As she watched her beloved Lady Benezia greedily drink down the thick, sticky seed straight from the human’s cock, Samara found herself gaining a firm sense of resolve. She was the head of the T’Soni household guard. Over a century of loyal service. It was her duty to protect Lady Benezia. Whatever it took, that was what Samara was going to do. 

And Agent Montes was not going to stop her.

END PART TWO

Chapter Text

It had taken a little over a month, but Samara had finally attained the intel she needed. 

Intel about Montes. About Lady Benezia. 

Not very long for an asari, but in that short time Montes had taken advantage of Benezia’s sworn oath of servitude every chance he could. Over a month of Benezia being forced to pleasure that barbarian. Over a month of Samara failing as her loyal guard.

But that would soon change. Samara had what she needed to nail that human bastard to the wall. The true nature of Montes’ relationship with the T’Soni matriarch was a well-guarded secret - and thus, a very expensive secret. 

And today, it’s going to pay off. Today, Lady Benezia will be freed.

It had only taken Samara a week to find out the secret was in the Shadow Broker’s possession - because of course it was. But it would take her even longer to raise the funds to procure it. Buying the intel off of the Shadow Broker had burned through most of Samara’s savings - she wasn’t too bothered by that, since she received free room and board from House T’Soni anyway - but the knowledge provided proved to be a revelation.

Spectre Agent Gabriel Montes had blackmailed Lady Benezia into swearing an oath of servitude towards him. Holding the woman’s reputation and family name against her. All because the matriarch had taken a simple bribe so that he daughter would receive a position befitting her station. And so Benezia was punished, forced to fulfill each and every one of the human’s twisted, carnal desires.

It made Samara sick.

So she had no qualms at all with breaking into Agent Montes’ home. For a Council Spectre, it was shocking how little security his apartment had. A sign of his human arrogance, perhaps? But Samara did not come to learn about the quirks of Montes’ species. She’d seen enough human barbarism inflicted on Lady Benezia to last a lifetime.

With great purpose and great fury, Samara strode forth into the living room of the human Spectre who so tormented the House of T’Soni. She spotted the man sitting on one of his luxury sofas, leaned back and relaxed - though he did tear his eyes from the bioti-ball game on his holo-screen.

Their eyes met - and Samara let her body flare with biotic power. It was only a taste of her righteous fury.

But, maddeningly, Gabriel Montes didn’t seem the least bit afraid… or even surprised. As Samara continued to stride forward to confront him, the human slowly stood from the sofa, brushing smooth his dark pants as he did. He remained relaxed, even casual, acting as if she hadn’t just walked into home uninvited.

He threw Samara a small grin, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest. At this the asari felt… unsettled. She slowed to a stop as she entered the living room den, keeping her distance from the man. A small coffee table separated the Huntress and the Spectre.

“It’s Samara, isn’t it?” Montes greeted her in a cool voice. He lifted his chin some, narrowing his eyes at her. “I didn’t tell Benezia we’d be meeting today.”

The mention of her mistress’ name sent a flare of anger rising up Samara’s back. She clenched her fists, her body pulsing with another biotic field, stronger this time. There was a low hum as the particles in the air collided and burst. Not enough to cause damage to anyone or anything… but enough to be heard.

“I’m not here for that.” Samara snarled. “I’m here for you. ”

Montes snorted, his grin spreading and turning nastier.

“Is that right?”

“I know you’ve been blackmailing Benezia. I know how you’ve been forcing her to serve you sexually.” Disgust laced her words. They tasted bitter on Samara’s lips, mingling with the shame she felt at herself for allowing the mistreatment of her mistress to last for so long. Her blue eyes hardened. “Today it’s going to stop. Whatever you think you have with Lady Benezia? It’s done. Finished. ”

Montes gave a short nod, beginning to pace slowly back and forth. He stroked his jaw, running his thick fingers over the dark stubble - the grimy bristles that humans called “hair”.

“That’s a shame.” He said after a short silence. His eyes met hers again, no longer cold. Now, they were wicked, devious… hungry. Silently, they laughed at Samara. “Just when she was starting to like me, too…”

Another flare of anger. It erupted from Samara in the form of a biotic warp. The huntress sent it shooting forth… at the holo-screen. The device shattered in a burst of sparks and bits of material.

That should have been Montes…

“ Like you?” It was a concentrated effort for Samara to keep from shrieking. “Why would Lady Benezia ever like a vile beast like yourself?”

Montes wasn’t deterred by either Samara’s rage or the damage done to his property. The human kept the same obnoxious, arrogant smile upon his face, his posture that of supreme surety. He wasn’t afraid of Samara or of what she’d do to him. And that only fed into the asari’s building anger. But nothing infuriated the huntress more than the man’s next words.

“Maybe because I’m the only man on this station with the balls to give her what she really wants. To treat her the way she wants to be treated.”

“Like a whore?” Samara spat.

“Like a woman.” Montes smirked.

The rage still burned bright in Samara’s heart. But deep in her gut, she felt the coiling snake of revulsion. It twisted in her belly, turning her stomach again and again. Slowly, the biotic flare died down, dissipating from Samara’s body. The huntress bodysuit suddenly felt all too constricting, clinging undesirably to her lithe, toned body. Like it was suffocating her.

Animal. Nothing but an animal.

“You’re insane.” Samara blurted out. She took a step back, horrified that the man standing before her was granted the title of Spectre. “You’re sick. ”

Montes chuckled darkly and deeply. He took a step forward.

“Don’t knock it ‘till you’ve tried it. Nezzia enjoyed herself well enough. Why not you?”

The human began to drag his gaze over her body, starting down at her legs and working his way up. Samara felt the coiling in her gut intensify. The way the man was looking at her… the desire in his eyes… the way her suit clung to her body… she may as well have been naked.

But through the heavy feeling of disgust, rage bloomed once again. A blossom of fury bursting through to the surface. Samara had come here for a reason. To save Lady Benezia from this… this brute! She’d trained in the art of the huntress for centuries. One male human wasn’t going to stop her.

Samara clenched her fists tight. Biotics flared around them both. The asari adopted a threatening stance, her eyes glowing bright with power.

“The oath of servitude you forced Lady Benezia to swear to you. You’re going to free her from it. Now.”

“No.” Montes smiled.

“ Cretin! ” Samara shrieked, sending another warp out. This time it struck a holo-lamp to Montes’ side, detonating with a low THOOM . The human didn’t so much as flinch. “I will paint the walls with your blood and not lose a bit of sleep over it!”

“Will you lose sleep over your beloved Lady Benezia having her good name ruined?” Montes asked her calmly. The huntress blinked, feeling a chill dampen her burning rage. The human continued with a frightening casualness. “Because if I don’t check in with my contact soon, evidence of Benezia’s bribe will be sent to every news outlet on the Citadel. And just as many out in asari space.”

Samara shook her head.

“You wouldn’t.” She sneered.

Montes stepped closer, his eyes darkening. The asari didn’t shrink in the face of his advance. She was too proud for that. But she did finally notice just how large the human was. Weeks and weeks spent watching her mistress get swept up into his brawny, brutish arms yet Samara had scarcely taken note of the man’s size .

“I would. And I’m the only one who can call it off.” He stood before her then, his broad bulk looming tall over her slender form. “Sure, you could turn my body into red paste. But should you?”

Samara had forgotten - human females were similar enough to asari, but the males? The men could get pretty big. Almost krogan-sized. The huntress looked up into Montes’ hard face, her own gaze unwavering. But on the inside, her emotions were a storm.

She wanted to flatten him against the floor - or the ceiling. Every atom in her body was crying out for violence, for her to enact righteous justice against this beast who defiled the woman she was sworn to protect. But she couldn’t. If Montes spoke the truth, then Lady Benezia’s reputation and her livelihood were both in danger. If Samara killed this man or even maimed him… she would fail in her duty to protect House T’Soni.

Samara had waited for so long, spent so much money… for nothing.

It was a mistake coming here.

“This… this isn’t over.” Samara hissed at him through grit teeth. A flare of biotic power pulsed from her body, a threatening show. Then she turned and started back towards his apartment door. But Montes called out to her.

“You’re right. It isn’t. I didn’t say you could leave.”

Samara slowed to a stop, her heart skipping a beat. She silently prayed that she had misheard him… but she couldn’t afford to displease him further. Not when Lady Benezia was being threatened.

Slowly, the huntress turned to face the man. She found him grinning in satisfaction. A most hateful sight to her eyes. He raised a hand and beckoned her to come back. As dread coiled in her belly, Samara obeyed.

Samara kept her face serene, still like a statue. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of her fear. But that didn’t seem to matter. The sight of her following his commands pleased him all the same.

“I don’t want to deal with an intrusion like this again.” Montes told the asari huntress as she came to a stop in front of him. “I need a guarantee from you. So you’re going to swear an oath to me. The same oath as your Lady Benezia. Osa’Omasi. ”

Samara’s defiance in denying Montes her emotion quickly collapsed. Shock and anger flared up again, twisting her beautiful, elegant features into a shocked scowl.

“ What? You’re insane! My loyalty is to House T’Soni. Nothing can supersede it!” Samara would have laughed in the man’s face were the situation not quite so sickening.

“And this is another way you can serve House T’Soni, Samara.” Montes said in a surprisingly warm voice. “If you refuse, the dirt I have on Benezia’s shady dealings gets released to the press. The info is already out in the wild. All it takes is a quick data burst. It only gets stopped on my word. All I have to do is wait. But you? You’re running out of time.”

The icy chill of fear spread through Samara’s body. Her bodysuit seemed to shrink around her body, tightening around her throat. 

No. No! How… how did he…?

“This is madness.” Samara said quietly. She breathed in, stepping back. Suddenly she found herself not at all on sure feet. “You’re a Spectre! You’re supposed to uphold the law!”

“Spectre’s are above the law.”

“The Council…”

“The Council is well aware of my recreational activities. Tevos loves the footage I send her.”

Samara shook her head, feeling the weight of complete and total failure beginning to bear down on her shoulders.

Councilor… Tevos… she knows? Wh… Why?

Emotions in Samara’s mind became a storm. A hurricane swirling violently within. Fury. Shame. Despair. And beyond it all, there was dreadful acceptance.

Samara had gambled big… and lost.

The huntress sucked in a shuddering breath. Then she leveled a cold, withering glare up at the human who towered over her. Still the man was smiling.

“You’re a sick man.” She told him, her words laced with venom. “ Vile. ”

Montes snorted, looking most pleased at ensnaring another asari plaything.

“I’ve heard it all before. Now say the words I really want to hear.”

With no way out and no way to fight back, Samara bowed her head. As she knelt down onto one knee, the huntress reminded herself that she was doing this to protect Lady Benezia and her family. Just as Samara had sworn to do centuries ago.

She would do anything to protect House T’Soni, even sacrifice herself. But Samara had once thought she might give her body on the battlefield. Not in someone’s bed.

A huntress lives to fulfill her duty. This is no different.

In a soft, serene voice, Samara spoke the words that would bind her to Gabriel Montes until her dying day. 

Osa’Omasi. The unbreakable oath of sexual servitude.

“By… by the spirit of love and passion… under the eyes of the Goddess Athame… your body is my altar… your desires are my code… Give your passion unto me, my conqueror. I will serve. ”

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Montes wasted little time. Rather than unzip Samara’s suit, he decided to go the extra mile - flipped out his omni-blade and slicing through the tight fabric with quick but deliberate cuts. Years of training had made him surgical with a knife - no cuts upon the asari’s naked body. Montes liked his toys pristine.

He tore her suit away, ripping at the openings he made in the shiny, leathery material - peeling the black fabric away from Samara’s sensual form. Quick, rough tugs was all that was needed, the suit giving way to his strength - revealing a toned and shapely body of vibrant blue.

Samara did not fight back - she had spoken the sacred words, binding herself to him through the same oath Lady Benezia had taken. Her face held an eerie calm and she did her best to remain still as stone as Montes undressed her. Her breasts, soft and plump teardrops, came spilling out as he tore the fabric open. 

With a sharp tug, Montes continued down, baring her shoulders and arms as well, then her tummy. She was a huntress through and through, Montes could see it in the fitness of her body, the tight muscle that graced her abdomen, as well as her shoulders and arms. But no amount of strength could outshine Samara’s feminine curves. She was asari after all. And much like Nezzie, Samara’s body possessed ample, tantalizing softness. 

The human felt a dark, twisted glee stirring in his gut. So too did he feel the heat of desire burn hot in his chest and in his groin. His cock thrummed with warm blood, coming to life with an angry twitch. His balls churned, already frothing with seed. 

Another asari bound to his will, Montes noted, smirking. He knelt, peeling the suit further down, tugging the tight fabric over Samara’s wide hips, over the swell of her buttocks - then lower, revealing full, sculpted thighs. Long legs of toned blue, smooth and delicious all the way down. And it all belonged to Montes now. 

He had her naked then, Samara’s suit now in tatters around her ankles. She was magnificent.

“Wow… you asari are something else.” The man spoke low, his tone indecent. He reached out and drew his hands down over her hips, her thighs. He delighted in the softness of her skin, the warmth of her flesh under his palms. But Samara said nothing, not moving an inch - not even when he reached round to grope her ass. Montes gave a soft groan, savoring the softness of the asari’s plump rear-end - and resisting the urge to press his face into her tight tummy. His wolfish smile only grew. “Your goddess did a damn good job with your kind.”

Montes sank his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, but still Samara did not speak. He looked up at her stony expression, feeling wicked glee at the tiny twitches in her expression. Her dignified mask was starting to crack - it wouldn’t be long for Montes to break her will completely.

He rose to his full height then, looming over the asari by a head. The size disparity between their races always pleased him in a deep, primal way. The asari tended to have such sensual, feminine bodies - so womanly… It was as if they were made to be dominated, conquered… like they were made to be fucked.

Montes smirked down at his new asari plaything, the huntress staring back with big blue eyes blistering with hate. Her silent rage only fueled the man’s desires, his wicked lust. He gave no warning - his open palm clapped hard against the swells of her buttocks. The asari jumped, her eyes widening in shock. To her credit, she didn’t make a sound. Montes gave a dark chuckle… and slapped her ass again. He got the same result.

Feeling a swell of daring and possessive need, Montes reached around with both hands, taking handfuls of blue booty. His fingers sank into the plump mounds, groping. This time, Samara lurched against him, sucking in a sharp breath. With her hands, she clutched at his shoulders - he could feel her fingernails digging into him through his shirt. Montes grinned, knowing then that he could break her. It was only a matter of time.

I’m going to have so much fun with you, Montes thought, imagining all the ways he was going to enjoy his new pet huntress.

The human continued to grope for a time, playing with what now belonged to him. Delighting in the softness of Samara’s body, the way her buttocks felt in his hands, Montes couldn’t help but groan. It was the sound of complete satisfaction - he couldn’t believe how nice her body felt to the touch, how soft yet firm her ass was. Samara wasn’t quite as plump as Benezia, but she was just as perfect.

“Nezzie’s got a spectacular set of tits. But you? Your ass has got hers beat. No question.” Montes praised, growling in his deep voice. He held Samara close, not ceasing his molestation of her rear-end. Her nails continued to dig into his shoulders, but Montes liked the sting. It was proof that she was feeling his touch. “Talk about a blue moon.”

Montes barked out a laugh, pleased with his own joke. Though he couldn’t see Samara’s face, he heard her give a tiny, quiet groan. He could only imagine the woman rolling her eyes. The thought only made him laugh harder.

He spanked her again, this time with both hands. The sound of his palms colliding with her cheeks was loud, echoing off the high ceiling of his living room. Samara shuddered against him, hissing through her teeth. But still she did not fight back. Still she said nothing. Montes knew well: her oath was unbreakable.

A low chuckle rumbled from deep in the man’s chest. His arms coiled around Samara’s naked waist, pulling her close. He brought his lips to her neck, teasing the bare skin with faint kisses. Up, up, until he reached her ear.

“You don’t need to say anything, sweetheart.” He spoke low, his tone smooth, seductive. Samara squirmed slightly in his arms, but again did nothing to pull away from him. “Your mouth is going to be plenty busy soon enough. But before we get to real fun, I just thought I should tell you…”

He waited a moment, letting his words hang in the air. Even Samara stood still, listening intently. Montes was holding her so close that he could feel the beat of her heart. Dark delight stirred in Montes’ heart. He felt such depraved glee at having so much power over this woman, it almost frightened him. A devilish smile spread across his face.

“I don’t have a contact ready to send out the evidence. Hell, I don’t even have the evidence. I deleted all the dirt I had on Lady Benezia weeks ago. The very same day I blackmailed her” Montes pulled back so that he and Samara were face to face.

The huntress’ eyes were wide with shock. For a long moment, that expression remained upon her immaculate face. Stunned silence filled the room. But then something clicked - or rather, something snapped. Her eyes turned hard, then fiery - rage swirled in blue fire. Her biotics flared up around her, her naked body lighting up in wisps of bright blue.

Montes was unafraid. Anger could not break her oath. The words she spoke were binding, the same as they were for her Lady Benezia.

And he was right. Samara did not turn him into paste on his living room wall. 

Instead, she slapped him.

Montes accepted the sting with a wince. After all, he did deserve it.

“You…” Samara sputtered, fuming. “ You…! ”

The human watched the asari try to give voice to her outrage, her fury, unable to keep the look of wicked glee off of his face. A chuckle rose from his chest, deep and wavering. It only made Samara angrier. Her biotics did not bloom brighter - a good sign for Montes. Instead she reared her arm back. She meant to slap him again.

Her open palm came arcing towards his face, but Montes caught her by the wrist. His chuckle built into a full, hearty laugh. 

“None of that now.” He spoke calmly, his voice low and rumbling. He looked right into the huntress’ eyes, undaunted by her wrath, her blistering hate. Down between his legs, his cock twitched harder, swollen and throbbing. He continued, taunting. “You swore an oath to me, remember? Are you the kind of woman who breaks their oaths, Samara?”

Samara wrenched her arm free - for a short moment, it seemed she would try to strike him yet again. But the asari did nothing but set upon the human a withering glare, her beautiful face twisted into a nasty sneer. Finally, the bright blue of her biotics dissipated, the wisps flowing from her body fading into nothing. The blaze of fury died down, but only somewhat. In its place remained a simmering flame, hot and undying.

Still so spirited, even when she’s beaten… She’s going to be so much fun!

Proud, triumphant, the human Spectre smirked down at the asari in his arms. His other hand planted itself on the small of her back, his fingers just barely grazing the top of her buttocks. He pulled her close, their bodies pressing together. 

“Very good. You’ll come to accept this. Even enjoy it, just like your beloved matriarch. But first…”

Montes let himself trail off, excitement thrumming across his nerves.

Then he took her by the shoulders… and forced the asari huntress down onto her knees - putting her pretty blue face level with his groin. Samara was now staring straight at the prominent bulge in his pants. She glared at it with equal hate, fuming in silence.

Lesser men might have feared what she might do with her teeth, but not Gabriel Montes. The asari were a peculiar sort of people, so bound by oaths and rites like the krogan- in some cases even more rigid than the turians! Samara belonged to him now and she knew it. She would obey no matter how much she loathed it. And eventually… Montes would make her love it.

“You need to learn what it means to serve me. ”

He unbuttons his pants. He pulled the zipper down. He slipped his thumb under the hem of his boxers. He tugged downward.

Samara flinched as Montes’ long, fat cock slapped her in the face - the swollen head striking her across the cheek like a meat club. Inches and inches of hard, throbbing flesh. 

Montes greatly enjoyed the sight, wickedly pleased by his pale rod resting against Samara’s elegant blue face. It eclipsed half of her beauty, hiding away one of her eyes. It was like an artwork of eroticism, seeing the huntress glare up at him past the thickness of his roused manhood. The asari exhaled, shivering with anger - or perhaps with another sensation entirely. But Montes was distracted by the feeling of her warm breath on his balls. His cock throbbed again, twitching against Samara’s face.

The towering human groaned, urging his hips forth, pressing his manhood further against the asari’s soft lips. His desire was unmistakable. He could see the dark realization in the woman’s eyes.

He wanted Samara’s sweet mouth. And because of the oath she had just sworn, Samara would have to give in.

The truth of her reality was beginning to settle in - Montes could see defeat begin to seep into her anger.

Samara the Huntress had become easy prey. And tonight Gabriel Montes would feast .

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As Samara came face to face with the one-eyed beast sprouting forth from Montes’ groin, she wondered how she could have failed Lady Benezia so spectacularly. She had come here to cut this human brute down to size, to free her mistress from the man’s filthy, perverted influence, only to end up on her knees before him. 

Like a pet… his newest plaything…

Samara’s belly twisted at the thought. Or perhaps her insides were turning because of the smell. Montes’ manhood was a large, fat, ugly thing, a thick shaft of swollen flesh extending out towards Samara’s face - damn near prodding against her lips. Already the fat cockhead was leaking, the tip slick with a tiny bead of clear fluid. His scent, his odor was thick and heavy in Samara’s nostrils. It made her head spin, making the asari want to gag. She leaned back to get some space, resting her buttocks on her heels, but Montes only urged his cock closer in turn.

The asari glared up at the human Spectre, the towering wall of muscle that loomed triumphantly over her. Even stripped of his clothes, Montes seemed indomitable - the smirk on his stupid face was so arrogant, so assured, as if he knew things were always going to go his way.

Samara wanted to flare up her biotics and rend the man limb from limb… but the Osa’Omasi oath was sacred. It was binding. And her unwavering conviction in those sacred oaths became Samara’s only source of comfort when the man reached out and grabbed her head… and forced his big, fat cock into her mouth.

The shaft slid over her tongue and for Samara the taste was salty and heavily bitter - but not putrid like she expected. This was only a small respite, however. The asari’s stomach still turned in disgust at her own humiliation.

Montes forced himself deeper into her mouth and Samara could only groan around his invading shaft. He was not gentle, his big hands holding her roughly by her tendrils as he worked himself into her gullet. The huntress remained kneeling, her hands clenched into tight fists. With her lips opened wide, stretching around the man’s cock, Samara found her mind split by the sensation - one part of her trying not to gag or otherwise moan in disgust, and another part keeping her anger in check.

She could not break her oath. She had to endure. Even if it meant submitting to this beast.

Then there came the sound of the man’s voice. Rumbling and gravelly, like krogan ryncol poured over stones. 

“That’s it… that’s nice… suck it. ”

Saliva began to build in her mouth, slathering the man’s shaft as he slid it back and forth between her lips. Some of it began to spill out and dribble down her chin, turning the violation of Samara’s mouth into something much more wet and sloppy - and allowing Montes to work himself faster and easier. His pace quickly increased, with Samara gurgling as his cockhead punched deeper into the back of her throat.

It was not pleasant. The discomfort combined with the shame made the asari’s eyes well up with tears. The flavor was even saltier now as the taste of Montes’ cock mingled with that of his precum - Samara shivered as she tasted it leaking onto her tongue. Even worse was that his scent had only grown more potent, feeling like a thick musk clouding her nostrils. Samara shuddered, moaning around the fat prick that wasn’t even halfway stuffed into her mouth.

His pleasured grunts fueled the anger she felt deep inside, her frothing rage. But it also fed into her humiliation. Samara’s cheeks were hot, flushed with embarrassment, streamed with tears. Montes’ voice only made that feeling worse.

“Fuck… such a sweet mouth on you… nice, soft lips… talented tongue…” The man muttered under labored breaths, urging his manhood into Samara’s mouth with steady but feverish thrusts.

Samara moaned in rage, trembling from the sheer emotional toll. But that only made Montes moan in turn, the vibrations from her mouth pleasing his fat cock. 

His praise shamed her. Even worse, it reminded the asari of a time centuries ago - the period of her life before she set on the path of the huntress. Back during her wild years, her scandalous youth as an eager and spirited maiden. Years of lewd and sordid escapades, dancing and stripping in seedy bars, fucking men and women of ill-repute. 

Samara remembered getting used just like she was now, grabbed and fucked and slapped around like she was some cheap whore. And rising from the abyss of the dark recesses of her mind came the most nauseating memory of them all - the fact that Samara had once liked it.

The thought turned Samara’s insides… and stoked a warmth in her belly as well.

Montes offered a small mercy, cradling Samara’s head with only one hand now. But he continued to work his hips, thrusting his cock between her saliva-slick lips. His shaft shot to the back of her throat, a spear of hard, swollen flesh that made her gag with each punch into her gullet.

“ GLRK GLRK GLRK GLRK GLRK! ”

“ Ugh … shit. That’s fucking good. God …” Samara peered up to see Montes let his head tilt back. She couldn’t see his face, but she could only imagine the look of ecstasy marking his hard, scruffy features. He was a brute, a monster, and Samara was bringing him pleasure with her mouth, her lips and tongue. The thought made her fume. But all she could do was clench her fists and endure. Montes gave a deep sigh, mercifully slowing the pace of his thrusts for a moment. “I love your mouth. You’re a damn natural, Samara.”

His words provoked another angry groan to rise from Samara’s throat - and once more the sound sent pleasing trembles through the man’s cock. Samara could feel him throb against her tongue, as well as the warm trickle of precum that splashed into the back of her mouth. Her body reacted before she could think, immediately swallowing down the sticky fluid. The heat in her belly only grew from there.

Above her Montes laughed between his grunts, the pace of his thrusts growing faster. He took hold of her head with both hands again, a tight grip upon her tendrils, and forced his cock deeper. 

Samara gagged as the thick shaft slid into her throat - the asari could only whine, struggling to breathe through only her nose. Tears welled up again, blurring her vision, trickling down her warm cheeks. Montes began to fuck her face, punching his cock into her open throat. 

Samara choked upon him, the damnable fat length that pummeled her mouth and throat. Spittle welled up inside, dribbling past her lips, down her chin and dripping onto her heaving tits. Cold flecks of own violation raining down on her nude, vulnerable body. 

The asari struggled to handle the man’s brutish assault, her hands rising to clasp at his firm, muscled thighs, to try and steady herself. Her nails dug into his skin, a vain attempt at revenge. But it did nothing to temper Montes’ savage lust. He grunted like an animal, fucking her throat in beastly rhythm.

A shameful sight she must have made then, Samara knew. But all she could do was endure. 

Even worse was just how big he was - human males measured up well enough against their counterparts among the other galactic races, but Montes was simply enormous . Samara had only over met krogan were better endowed than the Spectre ravaging her mouth. And as he stuffed his manhood further into her throat, she felt a minor sense of astonishment that she could take so much of him!

Perhaps he is right… maybe I am a natural…

“Use your tongue.” Montes urged.

Samara hated herself for it, but she obeyed. She began lashing her tongue up against the underside of his shaft, sliding the wet organ against him to the best of her ability. The taste of his flesh deepened, settling firmly upon her tongue. Samara let out a defeated moan, feeling the flavor glide down her throat and into her belly - right alongside his precum.

“Good girl.” The man groaned, softening his grip on her head. He brushed his thumb along one of her tendrils in what Samara could only take as mock affection. It made her whole body shudder. Then he tipped her head back slightly so that he could stare down into her eyes. “I’m liking the obedience. I’d say you pass inspection.”

With a grunt, the Spectre slowly began to draw his length from Samara’s lips. The asari gagged as she felt his massive tool slide from her throat, over her tongue, and out past her wet lips. Cool air rushed in as the defeated huntress sucked in desperate, ragged breaths. 

She fell forward, catching herself upon the human’s firm thighs, hacking and retching out the saliva and phlegm that his cock had kept packed in her mouth. 

A bitter groan poured from her throat as she spat out a wad of drool right onto his feet - it was the only way she could think of to show any measure of defiance. But even still, she could not enjoy it. Her throat ached and her chest burned. And the human had gotten his brutish delight in violating her mouth.

“Goddess…” Samara gasped, her trembling only calming somewhat.

Then she felt Montes grabbing her by one arm, easily lifting her up onto her feet. Breathless and still disoriented, Samara didn’t have the strength to stop him - and with the oath she had sworn, she couldn’t resist at all. Stumbling on shaky legs, the asari let herself be led on by her human master. Through blurry eyes, she saw that he had brought her to a bedroom - his bedroom.

Samara’s stomach dropped. She didn’t dare think about what the man was going to do to her - nor did she pay any mind to the warmth in her lower belly that hadn’t quite faded away. She didn’t acknowledge the buzz that carried across her bare skin. She didn’t think about the way his taste lingered on her lips and tongue - or about how she continued to swallow it down.

Montes shoved her forward onto his bed - Samara let herself fall onto the sheets, finding a small comfort in the softness. Then she felt his hands upon her again, groping as they slid up her thighs to play with her buttocks.

“God, your ass is perfect.” She heard Montes mutter. He chuckled as he felt her up, and Samara’s cheeks burned hot again as she could do nothing but allow her own molestation. Her gut twisted and turned as his thick fingers played upon her soft, vulnerable flesh. He spread her apart then and Samara let out a tiny gasp as she felt cool air upon her most intimate anatomy. “Hope you don’t mind if I sample the goods.”

Samara seethed in silence… until she jumped, gasping in shock as Montes spat directly between her spread cheeks. Cool wetness slithered down between her buttocks, dribbling down over her tight hole. It was… beyond indignity. 

The asari looked back at the man, skewering him with a blistering glare. But there was nothing she could do to wipe that infuriating look of triumph off of his face. Montes looked like a man in complete control… because that’s what he was. She couldn’t challenge him. She had sworn to service him. And as her eyes lowered to his long, thick cock - the ugly, beastly thing twitching with need - she knew he would hold her to that.

The fire of her spirit died down once more, lowering to a simmering rage. In silence, she resigned herself to her new role - and dreaded the looming trial of having to take the man’s considerable cock. Gripping the sheets in preparation, Samara took a deep breath. Even through the haze of humiliation, the asari found some calm. She was a huntress, she reminded herself. This human may have beaten her… but he would never break her.

“Let’s see if you can handle me as well as your mistress…” Montes growled.

He began to work his fingers between her buttocks, smearing her puckered hole with his saliva. Samara flinched, her body retreating from his touch on reflex. She let out a shuddering sigh, the coiling in her gut growing intense.

“Stop talking… and fucking get it over with.”

The words had come out slurred and tired… and more impatient than angry. Samara chose not to dwell on that, instead awaiting punishment for talking back. She expected a harsh slap to her buttocks, or one of his hands forcing her head down into the mattress. But a punishment never came. Instead, Montes laughed. Then he spat on her asshole again.

She felt him climb up onto the bed right behind her, his weight causing the mattress to creak and groan beneath them. And she too felt his manhood, his thick meat coming to rest upon the curve of her ass, settling between the soft swells. 

“Well…” Montes started, grinding his hips into Samara’s plump rear-end. “If you’re so eager…”

Just like Benezia, Samara the Huntress felt divine around his cock. So warm and tight - even tighter than the matriarch had been! Though aside from the saliva coating his shaft and what he spit onto her puckered hole, Montes wasn’t using lubricant on her. But that was part of Samara’s punishment. She needed to learn quickly just who was in charge now. And there was no better way to teach her than to dominate her so completely.

Montes released a low grunt, his whole body tense as his cock sank another inch between the asari’s plump, blue cheeks. He watched as it went in, agonizingly slow - for Samara. He could see the woman trembling, squirming on the mattress, fingers clawing at his bedsheets, unable to resist or fight back as her ass was claimed, violated by the human’s long, fat cock. He could hear her labored breaths, the low hiss passing through her clenched teeth. It was music, as lovely as it was twisted. Feeding into the wicked delight, the triumph that he felt welling up in his chest. 

A potent sense of conquest threw a dark, primal haze over his mind. Samara was a strong woman, a powerful woman, capable of ripping him to shreds with her biotics. And now he had her in his bed, fucking her deep in her lovely, blue ass.

Another inch his shaft sank inside her, swallowed up between those juicy cheeks. Samara let out a shaky gasp, while Montes groaned in pleasure. She still hadn’t taken the whole of him, some inches at the base of his cock remaining - but what Montes was able to stuff inside her felt so completely engulfed in the tightness, the blissful heat of the asari’s most intimate hole. The sensation was driving him mad. The thrill of taking her like this, marking her so savagely… it set his heart ablaze with dark fire. 

Just like with Lady Benezia, Gabriel Montes felt like a god.

And with that surge of vigor came the urge to fuck. So he did.

Letting out a low grunt, baring his teeth, Montes began to work his hips. Her ass gripped tight to his cock, squeezing the shaft as it retreated from her. Then he surged forward, sinking his fat tool even deeper into her ass. 

Samara went still beneath him, releasing a ragged moan as the air was pushed from her lungs. He could feel her tense up, her ass tightening around his cock. So tight and so divine . His prick throbbed in return, defiance against its suffocation.

“ Unh! Fuck!” Samara choked out, the words muffled as she pressed her face into the sheets.

Montes huffed, a pleasurable tremble rolling up from his balls and into his gut - then spreading to the rest of his body. Delectable heat coursed through his veins. 

It was a struggle to work his cock back and forth, but the sensation of sliding himself between Samara’s cheeks was well worth it. The tightness, the warmth, it had touched something deep inside Montes - something dark and primal. An urge that could only be sated through carnal conquest. The same urge he felt when he had Benezia in his arms.

Samara would know what it meant to be his woman.

His pace slowly quickened, his hips, his body moving with purpose. With vigor. There was but one desire in Gabriel Montes’ mind right then - to ruin this asari bitch, to make her his completely.

Soon enough, he was fucking her. The pace of his thrusts steadily rose to a rhythm that had Samara whining and mewling so pathetically, so beautifully. Montes savored the sweet sounds pouring from her lips, basking in the sublime sensations that caressed the length of his dick. He fucked hard into her ass, finding a wicked delight in the loud clap of his waist against her plump, juicy buttocks.

“Oh, God… Your ass… I fucking love your ass…” Montes growled, slurring his words like a drunk. He was, in a way. Drunk on asari, on the high of violating, conquering such a lovely creature.

Sweat dripped from his brow, the tiny beads splashing down upon the sensual lines of Samara’s back. He sank his cock deep between her blue cheeks, all the way down to the root. Completely stuffed up the huntress’ tight ass. The asari seized up beneath him, a choked cry breaking from her lips. The sound of complete and utter defeat. Montes felt a stirring in his gut, one that sent his blood boiling hot. 

His cock throbbed again, an agonizing, splendid feeling. Montes knew he was a monster. Normal men didn’t feel what he felt. He loved the control, the conquest. He felt joy in the violation of this woman. It was exquisite, almost as good as the fucking itself.

But nothing was better than when the women showed some spirit. Even now, flat on her belly, with Montes’ fat dick shoved all the way up her poor asari ass, Samara had enough nerve to spit out a defiant taunt.

“Is… that… all… you’ve got?” She turned her head, hissing back at him through grit teeth. Montes could see her eyes burning with anger… and a glimmer of something else. It was faint, but enough to make the human smirk.

The challenge was clear and it spoke to something primal within Montes’ soul. It drove him to renew his efforts, to work his cock harder and faster into the asari pinned beneath him. She gasped, her eyes going wide as he speared her as deep as he could… but the defiance never quite flickered out. 

Good , Montes thought. Victory is sweeter when they’re not completely broken.

As the human Spectre continued to punch his cock into the asari’s tight ass, he took her by the back of the neck, forcing her head down against the mattress. She glared back up at him with one furious eye, what he could see of her elegant, sculpted face twisted into a pained sneer. Every time his cock sunk deep inside, she flinched… and a tiny bit of her fury turned into something equally heated.

Montes knew then that he would win. Eventually, this asari would be begging for his cock. And that sort of victory was better than any drug.

But until then, the human would simply enjoy the tightness of her ass around his cock… and the sound of his balls slapping against her perky, blue cheeks.

Samara buried her face into the bed again, using a pillow to muffle her wild shrieks. She wouldn’t give the human barbarian the pleasure of seeing her come so undone. But she could do nothing about him taking his pleasure with her ass.

It was a test of her endurance, her iron will, to have her ass brutalized by this man. Every thrust, every punch deep into her insides, each came like a shock to her body - a bolt of lightning to her nerves. Every thrust lit her body on fire, every inch of her burning with pure sensation.

It hurt … but there was also a growing heat in the pit of her belly. Samara couldn’t ignore it now. The feeling disgusted her.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the bedroom, quick, feverish, savage thrusts from the man above making her buttocks clap in a sordid rhythm. It was a twisted symphony of sex, brutish as their fucking was.

Montes’ heated words only added to the depravity.

“Yeah, take it!” He snarled above her. Samara could feel his sweat drip down onto her back, mingling with her own. “Take that cock! Take it deep! Fuck! ”

Samara didn’t make any biting retort - she only had the strength to let out a long, wavering moan. A sound of pain, discomfort, defeat… but also one of pleasure. The heat blooming in her belly shamed her. She wasn’t a huntress. She was a maiden again, once more that carefree whore dancer who loved to get used, slapped around, and fucked .

Montes fucked her even faster, each deep ram into her bowels forcing another moan, another weak squeal from her lips. 

Pathetic. So pathetic.

Her body chose to betray her then. The heat, the feeling of being so full , so stuffed full of cock… it was like a red hot ember falling into rolling waves of fuel. Her whole body lit up, swallowed and consumed by the flames of passion. Samara screamed, wailed until there was nothing more her throat could give.

She felt Montes follow her over that edge, descending with her into that lewd abyss. His cock throbbed in her ass, pulsing into a thickness that threatened to split her apart. That drew another broken shriek from her lips, making her claw at the sheets in aimless desperation. Then came the molten heat of his seed, pouring, shooting into her depths. Rope after rope of scalding hot cum painted her insides with the man’s vile, savage offering. 

Her defeat and humiliation was complete… and their bond was solidified. Sanctified.

Samara weakly moaned, her eyelids suddenly as heavy as Montes’ looming mass. The warmth, the pleasure, she felt it pool inside her, soothing the aches away. Then she felt the man’s lips on the back of her neck, peppering her hot, damp skin with shockingly gentle kisses. His voice was at her ear, his warm breath feeling nice and welcome. Samara whined pitifully. She wanted to hate it.

“Christ… that was good.” Montes pressed a soft peck to the edge of her ear. Then another one on her neck, this time lingering. Samara squirmed beneath him… but not to escape. Her body betrayed her yet again, seeking more of the man’s warmth, finding primal delight in the firmness of his musculature. “It’s like you asari were made to get fucked.”

He gave a tired laugh then, the sound rumbling into Samara’s ear. It was a taunt, such as Montes gave. But Samara heard little of the bite his words once had. His voice had grown somewhat softer. Almost… affectionate.

Even when fading, the pleasure brought out by his violation of her body kept seeping in, pouring deep into her bones. But the fear of her new reality remained, cold and heavy in her heart.

Montes’ words continued to ring in her head, echoing over and over.

And as Samara felt the lingering ecstasy pulse through her veins, she realized to her great dread that the human bastard may very well be right.

END PART THREE

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Montes could think of worse ways for a man to be put on his back. In fact, he’d even go as far as to call his position quite enviable. With a beautiful asari planted on his lap, his cock buried deep in her slick, warm cunt, rocking her hips hard and fast … from his spot beneath her, Montes was afforded quite the view.

Big blue breasts swinging right in his face. Every pitch and rock of Benezia’s body sent them heaving to and fro, the deep valley between them closing in on itself, soft flesh colliding in mesmerizing, carnal art. 

Oh, and the sounds she was making… the rough, desperate moans and shrieks spilling from her lips, they set a fire in Montes’ gut, making his blood boil and his bones ache. 

She was fucking herself on his fat cock, driving herself down onto him, working her hips and forcing him as deep as her body would allow. Her hands were planted firmly upon his naked chest, her nails marking his skin with raw, pink lines. 

Faster, faster, faster, the Lady Benezia worked her body, hips rocking back and forth at a blistering pace. It was to the point that even Montes was impressed. And there was no small amount of personal pride - he had been the one to free this side of Benezia.

All it took to set loose her wild side was a little blackmail and an oath of sexual servitude…

The asari sank down onto him, her plump buttocks plopping down onto his thighs hard. Montes grunted, a deep tremble rolling through his body. His cock twitched inside her, enveloped by her cunt, so deliciously warm and tight. Benezia's hands clawed at his chest as she brought herself face to face with her captor, her human master. Her face was flushed dark blue, her eyes wild and furious with desire. Seeing her brought to such madness only fueled the heat inside Montes. His own hands gripped her by her hips, fingers sinking roughly into her soft flesh, holding her tight as their bodies crashed together.

Then Benezia was screaming. An ear-splitting wail sent towards the ceiling of his bedroom as the asari tossed her head back in ecstasy. 

The Matriarch came and came hard. And with her womanhood unleashing its spasms upon his cock, Montes followed her over the edge soon after. By the end, the Spectre was seeing stars.

It took a long moment before Montes had regained enough of his senses to be able to speak. He took in several deep breaths, enjoying the echoes of ecstasy that ghosted through his body. Beside him, Benezia looked to be doing much the same - Montes found himself quite interested in the way her chest rose and fell. 

Chuckling, he reached out and drew a hand over the asari’s bare belly. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, Montes felt another surge of hunger deep within, fighting up through his exhaustion.

“Damn, Nezzie.” Montes sighed, letting his head fall back onto a pillow. “My apartment walls are soundproof and I think you still woke the neighbors.”

Benezia stirred beside him, humming. It was a sweet, lovely sound. She twisted her body to face him, rolling onto her side. Montes couldn’t help but admire the way such a simple movement made clear the softness of her magnificent body.

“Asari are taught that their pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of. Why hide it with modesty?” Benezia answered in a faint, tired voice. She reached out to touch Montes in turn, tracing the welting lines she had made upon the man’s chest. “And you perform quite well for a barbarian. It’s only right that others should know of your talents.”

Montes felt another spike of pride then. Not just at Benezia’s praise, but at the nature of their relationship now. It was only a couple months ago that she was spitting fury and hatred towards him for his blackmail and for forcing her to swear servitude to him. Now, she reserved such spice only for the bedroom.

“Quite a few women already do.” Montes answered with a grin. It was a boast… but also a statement of fact. One he was equally proud of.

Benezia snorted. Shifting again, she drew herself closer to Montes, throwing one of her legs over his. Her hand continued to play upon his naked chest, idly tracing invisible figures upon the broad, firm muscle.

“I’m not surprised. A lecher like you had probably fucked his way through half of the Citadel.”

“Only the pretty half.” Montes rumbled. Benezia snuggled closer… and he curled his thick arm around her back. “Asari especially - but you already knew that.”

Benezia gave a soft, thoughtful hum. She let her head rest upon his chest.

“I suppose I’ve become… intimately familiar with your desires.”

Silence settled over them - no sound but that of their steady breathing. For a long moment, the two simply enjoyed the quiet and the warmth of the other’s presence. Briefly, Montes felt the desire to press a small kiss to the top of Benezia’s head… but in the end, for a reason he did not know, the man refrained. He contented himself with simply holding the woman close, a primal urge deep within satisfied with having such a lovely creature in his arms.

The leg she had thrown over his began to slowly rise, her thigh brushing up against his manhood. Their last ending had been the fourth of the evening and it had left him limp - and thoroughly drained. But even now, after so many rounds of fierce lovemaking, Benezia still found a way to stir something up inside him. His cock twitched at her touch… and began to swell with blood once more.

“You know…” Montes started, breaking the silence. “It’s true what the boys in the Alliance say about the asari. There ain’t nothing better than blue.”

Benezia let out a tired laugh - and Montes enjoyed the way her body quaked against his. She lifted her head to cast her eyes upon him, her brows creased in curiosity.

“Is that right?”

“It’s what they say. Can’t really call them wrong. I can’t get enough of you…” A smirk spread across his face… along with a sense of wickedness he couldn’t fight back. “The Consort… Councilor Tevos… Samara …”

Benezia went still in his arms. Montes let the word hang in the air, awaiting whatever came next.

A moment passed and Montes remained alive and not a red smear on his bedroom wall. Slowly, Benezia rose from his chest, sitting up on the bed. She stared down at the human with wide, stunned eyes.

“You and Samara…?” The words came slow, calm, almost without emotion. But Montes still caught the faintest touch of shock. Outrage, on the other hand, he couldn’t sense at all - much to his own surprise.

Montes gave a simple nod. Benezia recoiled a tiny bit, blinking. He watched her brow furrow - but more in confusion than anger. Another moment of quiet settled between them, with Benezia seemingly trying to decide on what to say. She met Montes’ eyes again, swallowing.

“When did that happen?” She asked - though there was a hint of something demanding in her tone.

“Last week.” Montes answered bluntly. He grunted, lifting himself onto his elbows, shifting on the bed so that he leaned against the headboard. “She found out about our little arrangement and confronted me here in my home.”

Benezia closed her eyes, groaning.

“Oh, Goddess… I… What happened? Did she attack you?”

“Relax. Nothing happened. Aside from me fucking her, of course.” Montes gave a laugh, but Benezia averted his eyes. He thought he caught a small blush creeping across her cheeks. “She won’t be a problem for us going forward. I made her swear the same oath you did.”

That made Benezia turn to face him again. Once more, the matriarch looked stunned… and incredulous too. The asari shook her head in disbelief.

“Samara trained for over a century to be a huntress. She was conditioned to be absolutely loyal to House T’Soni. To me. ”

Montes gave a simple shrug. His smirk grew, unable to not enjoy the shock on Benezia’s face.

“Yeah, well… now she’s loyal to me too.”

“Hold on, someone’s coming out…”

Miranda Lawson turned her attention away from her omni-tool, putting her eyes back on the apartment complex across the street. From her cozy spot seated outside the salarian-ran cafe, she had a perfect view of the building’s entrance - able to note and mark down every tenant and visitor who came and went.

And right there, strutting out of the apartment lobby wearing clothes worth more than an entire year’s rent, was CEO and matriarch Lady Benezia T’Soni. Of course, the asari made an attempt to conceal her identity - a scarf, some designer shades, even some face paint - but Miranda had already committed the woman’s visage to memory. She would never mistake the matriarch for anyone else. Even in disguise, the asari cut a stunning figure.

It was her. And she was coming out of Spectre Gabriel Montes’ apartment - just as the tip had said.

Miranda didn’t know whether to be stunned or impressed. She’d read the man’s file so many times that she probably knew the man better than he knew himself. Gabriel Montes was tall, incredibly built, even handsome - but she just never imagined him as the sort Lady Benezia would fancy. And yet there the matriarch was, departing the man’s residence - days after her arrival.

Miranda was no detective, but surely the two didn’t spend all that time having a friendly chat.

With a small huff of shock, the operative brought up her omni-tool.

“So the rumors are true…” She muttered. “I thought this… affair was a load of rubbish.”

“ Our informants are trustworthy, Operative Lawson. ” Came her employer’s smooth, confident voice. Through the open line, she heard the man take a drag from his cigarette. “ And they know better than to bring me baseless gossip. ”

“Now that we have confirmation of their connection, what’s our next step? Blackmail? A dalliance like this could damage Lady Benezia’s professional reputation if it’s made public.” Miranda remained seated, watching as Lady Benezia strutted down the walkway, now suddenly flanked by two other asari. Commandos, judging from the tight leather suits they wore. The famed T’Soni household bodyguards. Surely, they would make approaching the matriarch difficult. 

Miranda’s eyes followed the asari until they were out of sight. She heard the Illusive Man take another long drag of his cigarette.

“ We’re not going to focus on the matriarch. ” He finally answered.

Miranda’s eyes flashed down towards her omni-tool, her brow furrowing.

“Are you certain?”

“ I’m positive. We want the Spectre. Agent Gabriel Montes. ”

Miranda pursed her lips, considering her employer’s words. She glanced back towards the high-rise apartment building across the street. It wasn’t quite suitable for a wealthy CEO like Lady Benezia, but definitely more than what a government agent could afford. Unless, of course, that agent had some valuable connections.

“Are you thinking about recruiting him?” The Operative asked, though she already knew the answer.

“ Having a Spectre within our ranks would be invaluable. ”

Miranda could understand the appeal that the Illusive Man saw in Gabriel Montes. A highly skilled soldier, trained in infiltration and black ops wet work, but cut his teeth on intense combat - with plenty of experience both groundside and in space. Highly decorated and still in his prime - and a Spectre, to boot! With all the avenues and opportunities such a position provided…

Yes, Miranda could see it. Getting Montes on their side would be a great benefit to Cerberus.

However, there was also the matter of the man’s… proclivities.

“Montes has a reputation for sleeping with asari.” Miranda found herself frowning, bitterness on her lips as she spoke. Though she kept an even tone, the woman felt a flash of distaste… one that lingered as her mind went to thoughts of Matriarch Benezia and her effortless beauty. “A man with such xenophilic tendencies might not be so open to Cerberus.”

“ Sexual preferences aside, everything we know about Agent Montes paints him as a patriot. The man fought the batarians on Mindoir and Torfan. He knows the score. And now we know that he has connections with very powerful alien figures. We can use that. ”

“ If we convince him to join us.”

“ Perhaps you can use your skills of persuasion. ”

Miranda bit her tongue. She took her eyes from Montes’ apartment and gave her omni-tool a long, cool stare.

“What are you asking me to do exactly?” She asked, her voice taking on the eerie calm of a frozen lake.

“ Whatever you need to, Operative Lawson. ”

The Illusive Man closed the channel and Miranda’s omni-tool blinked off. Leaving her with nothing but her thoughts… and what could only be a mission of seduction.

Miranda took in a deep breath, a hopeless attempt to settle her now wild nerves. But that was her inner torment. On the outside, she remained as calm as could be. Years of Cerberus training had taught her to control her body language. Cerberus had taught her many things, forging her into the woman she was today. She owed them everything. So if that meant using her beauty and charm…

She glanced towards the apartment again - just in time to see the man in question exiting the front lobby.

Gabriel Montes, in the flesh, cutting a towering, imposing figure even in the crowded street with turians and krogan. If nothing else, the man kept himself in incredible shape. There were certainly worse marks for a woman to seduce.

Miranda again breathed in deep, filling her lungs with cool, calming air. This time her nerves did settle. She kept her sharp gaze locked on Montes, watching the man move through the crowd, committing every detail to memory. His confident, powerful strut, the sure body language, the effortless exudation of strength. 

Yes, there were much worse marks to seduce.

But that thought was quickly interrupted. Miranda watched as Montes slowed to a stop on the walkway. There was another woman there, speaking to him. Miranda hadn’t even caught her. 

She was a fellow human. Judging from the uniform, she was Alliance military. And Gabriel Montes looked very interested in what she had to say…

“Gabriel Montes?”

It was rare for someone to recognize Montes - if he had a known face, he wasn’t doing his job right. Even rarer if it happened when he was in his civvies. So hearing his own name put the man on edge. But when he turned and saw that it was a woman, he relaxed a little. He couldn’t help it. Pretty ladies always put him in a better mood.

The woman was Alliance - and cut a stunning figure in her form fitting dress blues. Montes drew his eyes up her long legs, taking a little time before finally reaching her face. Her dark brown hair was long, but worn in a high, tight bun. All the better for Montes to appreciate her pretty face. 

She had a prominent nose and full lips, a more homegrown sort of beauty compared to Benezia or Samara’s statuesque features. She had a darker complexion than Montes, tanned rather than pale, and her eyes were dark as well, but also warm and inviting. Not even the Alliance professionalism could hide it away.

She was a Lieutenant and she was headed right his way. Her heels - god, Montes loved those dress shoes - clicked as she approached. Her posture was perfect, ramrod straight. She stood tall… but still only came up to his shoulders. Montes fought to keep the smirk off his face. She gave a sharp, crisp salute. He returned it.

“Can I help you, Lieutenant…?”

“Williams.” She answered, her feminine voice becoming harder, stronger. “Lt. Ashley Williams, sir. Alliance Intelligence. If you have the time, I’d like to discuss some of the people you’ve been… networking with.”

This time, Montes allowed a grin to tug at his lips. The day was getting more interesting by the second.

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“I was hoping we could have our discussion somewhere more… private. ”

Ashley tried to keep the distaste she felt from bleeding into her voice. But the bright neon sign above the club entrance taunted her. It was the silhouette of a naked woman - more specifically, an asari . Offering up an especially impressive profile, the feminine shape was bold, shameless, and gave a clear message to all passersby: come spend money here if you want to see some titties. Beside the dancing holo, a name in glittering light, shifting in color. Pink to purple to blue.

Chora’s Den.

A million lightyears from where humanity began and you could still go out and find a sleazy strip joint. Ashley didn’t know whether that was funny or sad.

A few feet before her, Ashley’s objective slowed to a stop. The tall, powerfully-built man turned to face her. His dark hair had grown longer than Alliance regs would have allowed, combed back away from his hard face. But the regs no longer applied to him, Ashley remembered. Not since he was inducted by the Citadel Council and became a Spectre. Now, this towering man was above the law. And Ashley needed to get on his good side.

His friendly grin was a good sign. The glint in his eyes, not so much.

“Don’t worry.” He told her. “They have private booths. Private rooms, too.”

Ashley said nothing at first, digesting his words. He has spoken so casually, almost flippant with what was such an unprofessional implication. The longer she spent with Gabriel Montes, the harder it was for her to believe he was the Alliance hero his file described.

Already there was a knot forming in her stomach. But Ashley forced herself to ignore it. Years of stubborn grit, hard work, and a whole lot of luck had landed her such a coveted position with Alliance Intelligence. She’d come so far in spite of bearing the name Williams . Failure here simply wasn’t an option. She couldn’t return empty handed. She needed this to go perfectly.

The Alliance lieutenant glanced back up at the neon holo-sign again, watching the feminine shape dance and sway high up on the building wall. A woman outlined in blue, existing only to be ogled, desired by horny, drunken men. Ashley frowned. She let out a small huff through her nose.

Frustration rose in her gut… then died down just as quickly. Snuffed out by Ashley herself. Montes had intel on high profile asari. If Ashley wanted to get it she needed to get on the man’s good side.

“Fine.” The intelligence officer tightened her jaw. “Lead the way.”

Montes continued to grin, satisfied. 

“Relax, LT. It’s not against regs to have a little fun on the job.”

“That depends on the kind of fun.” Ashley countered. That earned her a short laugh.

“Sure. But I’m a Spectre, remember? Above the law.” It almost sounded like he was bragging.

Ashley narrowed her eyes. Dressed in civvies the way he was, in dark pants and a tight black shirt, looking like he hadn’t shaved in a few days, he resembled an overly-muscled frat boy more than a deadly government agent. His posture, his demeanor, everything about him just seemed so unlike what she had read about him. Everything but his eyes. Sharp, cunning, they roamed slowly over Ashley, observing… and maybe more.

The knot in Ashley’s gut tightened.

Montes turned and headed into the club. Ashley followed.

The club doors slid open. Immediately there came a rush of sound and sight and scent . Pulsing music, flashing lights, the cacophony of club denizens laughing, cursing, shouting. There was the smell of hard liquor. And the odor of sweat… and other fluids .

Montes led her through a threshold, taking her beyond her world of laws, rules, and regulations… and into his domain. A realm of vice, of desire, of debauchery.

All around, Ashley could see dancers. Most of them were asari, but there were plenty of human girls as well. Each and every one had skin on display. Some were even so bold as to reveal all, dancing up on stage completely naked save for their heels.

The rest of the club’s inhabitants were men. Turian, salarian, human, even volus. But they were all men. All watching, leering, hungering. As Montes led them both deeper into the innards of Chora’s Den, Ashley noticed more and more eyes drifting towards her. Suddenly the lieutenant felt the weight of a sobering realization: that she may very well be the only woman present who wasn’t a dancer. Her uniform should have a clear message: she wasn’t on the menu. But Ashley could feel their eyes upon her. She could feel their hunger.

She half expected one or two drunken goons to try their luck and cozy on up to her. None came. The crowd looked on, admiring, but they kept their distance - not because of the sour look on Ashley’s face, but because of her chaperone . The thought of Montes acting as her protector… the lieutenant wanted to scoff.

Eventually, the pair made it to the central piece of the club - an island bar built around the largest round stage. Up high were several scantily clad dancers, a mix of asari and human girls. Down at ground level was much the same, except these girls served drinks. And many of them seemed quite familiar with Agent Montes. And, shockingly, they looked pleased to see him.

One of the bartenders, a sweet-looking young woman with strawberry blonde hair and full, rosy cheeks came up to greet them. Dressed as scantily as she was, her hurried steps nearly had her spilling out of her tight bodice. Ashley could only dismay in silence.

“Hey! It’s been a while, mister secret agent. I was afraid you’d forgotten about us.” The girl leaned forward on the bar, offering a view that was somehow even more obscene. If her near-nudity bothered her, she didn’t show it. The young woman was beaming at the tall, brawny Spectre. All flirty smiles and batting eyelashes. 

Ashley wanted to hurl.

“I could never abandon my people.” Montes assured the young woman, cool and smooth. He planted his hands on the bar, craning his neck forward to look down into her eyes. Like with Ashley, he towered over her. But where Ashley felt wary, the half-naked bartender seemed pleased with the size disparity. The excitement flashing through the girl’s eyes was clear, only growing as Montes continued to speak. “And I missed your smile, Jenna.”

Jenna giggled, leaning forth even more. She was almost draped over the bar now and her bosom looked at least one heavy breath away from spilling free of her outfit. The girl’s eyes sparkled under the pulsing lights, looking upon Montes like he was some sort of god.

Ashley’s eyes were physically incapable of rolling any further. It was a damn miracle she didn’t groan out loud. It was just her luck that Jenna finally glanced her way.

Instead of the expected disappointment and jealousy, Jenna instead displayed more neutral curiosity. Her eyes danced back and forth between Montes and Ashley for a moment.

“I take it you two are together?” She asked, pointing with a manicured nail. Montes gave a short nod. Suddenly, the giggling, flirty sweetheart was back to professionalism. A few taps with her fingers brought up a holo-terminal. “You want me to set you up with a booth, bring out some drinks?”

Before Montes could answer, Ashley cut in.

“No drinks. We’re here on business.” She did her best to sound authoritative, hoping to regain a measure of control from the looming Spectre agent.

The amused look he sent over his shoulder only tightened the knot in Ashley’s gut. Honestly, she would have preferred a negative, or even hostile reaction. Meatheads were easy, uncomplicated. Especially when a sharp woman could put them in their place. But Montes was a different beast entirely. Her defiance pleased him.

Without warning, he reached over and took her by the waist. Ashley almost jumped feeling his large hand slide across the small of her back, coming to rest on the curve of her hip. With shocking strength, he pulled her close - like a jock would to his cheerleader girlfriend. Suddenly, Ashley Williams was ten, fifteen years younger. And her mind was flooded with memories of handsy dates, desperate kisses from young men who were too horny to think.

For some reason, Ashley didn’t shirk out of Montes’ hold. Maybe it was because she didn’t want to make a scene. Or maybe she didn’t have the energy to start one. Ashley felt the urge to slap his hand away. But it remained only an urge. Montes held her close, chuckling. Jenna kept up her sweet smile. Perhaps the heat rising in Ashley’s cheeks were being mistaken for girlish embarrassment. From an Alliance intelligence officer. Again, Ashley dismayed in silence.

“A private booth, please.” Montes requested, his hand starting to enjoy its spot on her hip a little too much. “With sound suppressors. My associate and I have things to discuss.”

The booth was rounded, with cushioned seating wrapping about a central table. Rising from the center was a holo-lamp, glowing pink.

Mood lightning , Ashley thought, annoyed.

Rising from the back of the cushioned seating was a circle of thick frosted glass through which Ashley could only see faint shadows of the clubgoers beyond. No detail, only the flashes of the club lights and writhing silhouettes. Not even the music could break through the bubble, only the dull thumping of the house music beat.

Ashley and Montes were alone, sealed off from the world beyond. The lieutenant felt a potent sense of unease - especially thanks to the man’s shameless leering. He leaned back against the seating, arms spread wide upon the backrest, not hiding his appreciation of the way her dress blues accentuated her figure. It was like the man couldn’t decide to admire her face or her tits. But Ashley endured the indignity. After fighting tooth and nail to redeem her family name, scraping for every little bit of recognition in the face of Alliance blackballing, a man’s wandering eye was nothing.

She was Alliance Intelligence. And she had a job to do.

Ashley ignored the wavering in her gut, adopting a firm but polite tone.

“Let’s talk about the new friends you’ve been making, Agent Montes.”

The man raised a brow, his lips quirking as he stuck out his chin.

“Straight to business, huh?”

Ashley breathed in. Her mind - and belly - settled. Time for her to go to work. Most fortunate was the confidence that came pooling back into her voice. A little bit of steel came back into her spine. She sat up straighter, crossing one leg over the other. She looked Gabriel Montes straight in the eye, all business, no nonsense. Just the way a Williams ought to be.

“Alliance Intelligence has noticed you making connections with Councilor Tevos, Ambassador Irissa, Sha’ira the Consort… and now Matriarch Benezia T’Soni. Several high profile asari. All in just the last year. It seems you’ve been busy.”

Montes smiled as she listed off every name. Ashley could see it in his eyes… that damned male pride.

“What can I say?” He gave a half-hearted shrug. “I like to make friends.”

“Is that all that they are? Just friends?” Ashley pressed, already knowing the answer.

“You’re the one from Alliance Intelligence. You tell me.” Montes shot back, all too aware of the game.

Ashley clasped her hands together, resting them upon her knee. She had a feeling he might make this difficult, playing coy. But her focus did not waver. If Montes wanted her to be direct, Ashley Williams would be direct. That was how she liked things anyhow.

“I’ll just get right to the point.” Ashley’s voice held an edge now. She leaned forward, her face hardening. Montes’ smile, on the other hand, didn’t falter one bit. His confidence seemed to be boundless. Ashley found that annoying. “Top brass believes that due to your… relationships with these asari, you might be privy to sensitive information. Information that would otherwise be unobtainable by our intelligence agents. Information that could really benefit the Alliance, improve our position in galactic politics.”

She stressed that last point, hoping it would appeal to the man’s patriotic side. But Montes’ eyes drifted away from Ashley, moving towards the frosted glass and the dancing silhouettes beyond. As if Ashley’s spiel was boring.

Montes spoke up just as the lieutenant felt the heat of anger rising up the back of her neck.

“If Alliance Intelligence is looking for dirt on the asari, you guys don’t need me. The Shadow Broker has all the dirt you could ever want or need. For the right price.”

Ashley leaned forward even more, resting her clasped hands on the table.

“That’s the very reason I was sent to speak with you.” She urged. “The ‘ right price ’ is more than the Alliance is willing to spend.”

Montes turned his eyes back on Ashley. For a moment he regarded her in silence. Then she saw it. Understanding shining in his gaze. And a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. He knew he had the advantage. 

The knot in Ashley’s gut returned, tighter now.

The man across the table gave a couple slow nods, his smile growing. Ashley remained still, her face like an undisturbed lake. She couldn’t let the cracks show. Or rather… couldn’t show more than she already had.

“So…” Montes began, his mouth tightening in thought. “This intel I supposedly have… you’re telling me it’s worth quite a bit. And you want me to give it up for free?”

Ashley very nearly deflated right then and there. It was a testament to her willpower and focus that her shoulders only sank a fraction of an inch.

“The Alliance needs any edge it can get, Agent Montes.” She managed to send her voice out like cold steel, firm and strong. Her eyes held the edge, sharp like an omni-blade. “Your file led me to believe that you were a patriot.”

The smirk dropped off his face for a second. Flashing across his face was a hardness she had not yet seen from him. His brow furrowed and his jaw tightened. The man leaned forward, his arms dropping from the backrests. He really was a large man, Ashley realized perhaps too late. All shoulders and firm muscle packed in his side of the booth. 

“ Am a patriot.” He corrected her. For a small moment, his voice was like ice. Cold. Deadly. His eyes were even worse. Like spears, they punched through her, all the way down to her soul. Ashley almost shrank into her seat. Her belly was like a snake, coiling and twisting. “I fought and bled to become a Spectre agent for the Alliance. And I didn’t last this long by taking bad deals. ”

Then Montes eased back his seat, the cocky lecherousness slowly returning. He looked at her expectantly. It was a silent question: What’s your offer?

Ashley shifted slightly in her seat. She didn’t like it, but she understood the man’s position. Spectre agents weren’t the sort to do things that gave them no benefit.

“The Alliance has given me the authority to offer you a respectable sum of credits in exchange-”

“I never said I wanted money.”

Ashley bit her tongue, doing her level best to keep anger from creeping into her expression. Talking with Montes had been frustrating from the start… and still the man kept pushing and pushing. It was a game to him, she realized. Perhaps a test to see if she would crack or falter. Whatever biting words waited in her throat, Ashley swallowed them down. She didn’t want to give Montes the satisfaction.

“What is it that you want then?” She spoke curtly.

As it turned out, that was the exact wrong question to ask. She really didn’t like the toothy smile that spread across Montes’ hard face. Nor did she like the flicker of intent in his eyes.

“Well, to start…” Montes scratched his stubbled chin, pausing as if he was seriously considering her question. Ashley had a gut feeling that he had decided the moment she introduced herself. “How about you scoot a little closer?”

His tone was all friendly-like, making it sound like an innocent invitation. He beckoned her over to his side with a large hand.

Ashley pursed her lips, swallowing. The dull feeling that spread through her gut wasn’t dread exactly, nor was it delight. She glanced towards the shut door of their private booth, watching the drunken masses dancing with abandon. Even the strippers had more freedom then she did right then. 

Sure, Ashley could scoff or laugh in the man’s face. Storm off without another word. But that would mean going back to her superiors empty-handed. For a Williams girl to have come so far despite her family name, only to blow it on her first big assignment… Ashley shook her head. Whatever indignity Montes desired for her was nothing compared to the misery of proving all of her naysayers right.

Still… Ashley tried to fight it.

“Is that really necessary for this discussion?” She kept her tone cool, professional. But her eyes never quite met his.

“No.” Montes admitted. His voice was deep - God, was it deep. “But I’d like it if you sat closer.”

She hadn’t really noticed thanks to how flippant and relaxed he was… but Gabriel Montes had a commanding presence. Just sitting there across from her, he seemed towering. Indomitable.

The truth of the matter was ugly but simple. Ashley had to obey him.

Swallowing her pride, the intelligence officer uncrossed her legs and slowly… slowly began to slide her way across the cushioned seating. Circling the table inch by inch, foot by foot. Every shift closer to his side sent her belly into tighter and tighter knots. She hated feeling so uneasy, so vulnerable.

It wasn’t long until she was right beside him, their thighs less than an inch from touching. Behind her, she knew his big, muscled arm rested. If he wanted to drape it over her shoulders, he could do it without any struggle from her. 

Ashley took in a long, deep breath. Remaining still, she looked straight ahead. Waiting for him to make his move. With him so close now, she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. And with his larger frame, it was encompassing - enveloping her.

“Come on, closer than that.” He chided her, chuckling. Her eyes drifted down, seeing him patting his own lap. “Right here.”

Ashley blanched. It felt like her heart had stopped. She stared down at his lap as he patted it again. Her face was frozen, without expression or emotion, as she turned her eyes up to meet his. She looked for a sign, a hint, for anything to tell her that he was joking. But Montes only gave her that stupid, smug, insufferable grin. Then her heart began to race again, color creeping back into her face. Burning hot with shock and embarrassment.

“You’re kidding.” Ashley shook her head.

“Nope. Take a seat.” A friendly invitation offered by mocking, lecherous eyes. Ashley wanted to break his nose. Break his whole damn face.

Swallowing her pride and any venomous words, Ashley Williams remembered her mission. She remembered the honor of her family name. Her gut was more than just knots now. It was alive, twisting like a wild serpent. Thrashing her insides and making her legs feel like jelly.

There was a long silence. The thumping of the club music seeping in through the booth walls, matching her heartbeat. In the end, Ashley obeyed.

She twisted on the booth seat, putting her back to the table. She swung one leg over Montes’ lap so that she straddled him. Forced to pick her poison, the lieutenant decided she’d rather face the man himself, forcing him to see her contempt, than give him the pleasure of sitting her ass right on his crotch. Even though she was an intelligence officer, she kept herself in damn fine shape. She was proud of her ass. And pigs like Gabriel Montes didn’t deserve it.

Keeping her face like ice, her eyes sharp and cutting, she eased down onto the man’s lap. It killed a little bit of her spirit, seeing the wicked delight in his eyes. Across his hard face passed a look of satisfaction. It made Ashley feel ill. Then she felt one of his hands come to rest on her hip. A soft but possessive touch. It made her belly twist. 

But even worse was what she felt even lower. The firmness that was brushing against her inner thigh.

His cock, Ashley quickly realized. It couldn’t possibly be anything else. She didn’t want to believe it. Not because of any sense of disgust or fright. But because it felt so… fucking… big .

It just wasn’t fair, Ashley knew, for such a pig of a man to be blessed with such manhood.

“ Happy? ” She asked quietly, practically hissing.

Beneath her, Montes snorted. He looked pleased, Ashley noted. Dread filled her gut as she realized he had caught the shock in her eyes.

His hand drew idly over her hip, treating her to a gentle caress of her curves. He leaned back into his seat… pushing his groin into her inner thighs. Ashley held back a gasp, feeling the outline of his shaft. Now there was no doubt - Montes was hung. And his seemingly boundless luck with his numerous dalliances suddenly began to make much more sense.

“You must really need this deal to work out, huh?” He drawled, smirking.

“ Fuck you. ” She seethed. She wanted to spit on him, right in his face. But she feared he might just enjoy that too.

Montes became more daring, his hand on her hip sliding around, ghosting over the small of her back. Rubbing small circles through her clothes - caresses that felt more pleasing than Ashley would ever dare admit. His touch wasn’t rough, but deft. And warm.

“No reason we can’t be friendly, Williams. After all… it seems like we can help each other. I have something you want…”

Montes’ eyes lowered from her face. Not to her breasts, but to her throat. His free hand came up then, his fingers brushing over the buttons at her collar. Ashley felt her heart skip a beat as the man began to undo them, popping one, then two, working his way down her blouse. 

“...And you really have something I want.” 

There was desire in his eyes. Ravenous hunger. And the intent to sate it. Right then and there.

Ashley did not breathe. And she did not stop him.

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Montes took his time with the buttons of Williams’ dress blues. Each one he plucked loose came with a tiny flicker across her face. He enjoyed the little expressions. She kept a brave face but nothing could hide the nervousness, the tension. 

It was the most fucked up thing about him, Montes knew. How much he loved taking strong and spirited women… and breaking them down. He loved stripping the layers away, loved tearing down the walls they put up to defend against men like him.

He parted the flaps of her top, exposing her long, toned belly and her bra-covered breasts. Tanned skin, so smooth and warm under his hands. She kept a hard expression, breathing in - and Montes delighted in the slight shifting of her flat tummy, enticed by the taut muscle moving just under her skin.

The Spectre agent gave a low whistle. He drew his hands down her bare flanks, his thumbs brushing over her cute navel. Williams breathed in again, sharply this time. And again the muscles of her abdomen did their tiny dance.

Montes flicked his eyes up to meet hers, grinning. Williams did not share his amusement. Her glare was withering, cold fire burning in the pits of her eyes. But Montes did not fear nor falter. He loved a woman’s fury… knowing from experience that her anger would only make his fun that much sweeter.

“Look at you…” He murmured, turning his gaze back to her breasts and belly. She really was a well-formed woman. “I didn’t know intelligence officers kept themselves in such good shape.”

“They do when they’re called Williams.” The Alliance officer bit back. Her tone told him her patience was wearing very thin. The man’s smile only grew. 

“I’ll say. Got something to prove, LT?”

“Not to you. Fucking pig.” She mumbled that last part, like she wanted him to hear but didn’t have the nerve to spit it full force. That meant he was getting to her. Good.

Montes leaned down and pressed a kiss to her belly. She jumped slightly, shifting against the booth table, and he heard her breath hitch. He wouldn’t let her recover, sliding his hands up to cup her breasts through her plain bra. Alliance blue , he noted with some mirth.

Williams gave a small gasp. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of her hands rise then fall again. A reflexive gesture - like she meant to smack him. The man chuckled against her belly, pressing more kisses to her skin as he went on fondling her tits. Nice and soft, warm to the touch. A delight to feel in his hands.

“On the contrary, you’ve got everything to prove to me.” He told her in a husky voice. He nipped at the edge of her navel, chuckling at how she squirmed, trapped between him and the table.

Montes pressed on. He wanted skin-to-skin contact now. He slid his hands down, slipping his fingers under the cups of her bra. His fingers sank into the soft, warm flesh. Williams made a sound, a lovely little noise that was somewhere between a moan and a whine. What followed from her lips was a quiet, breathless curse. Her hand rose again, just as before. Like she meant to hit him, slap him. But the strike never came. 

Montes looked up and saw the conflict in her eyes, rage mingling with despair mingling still with the tiniest sliver of excitement. Her hand came to rest on his shoulder. Her nails pressed into his skin. 

He kept on kissing her tummy, kept groping her tits. His fingers found her nipples, rubbing and pinching and teasing them to harden. The Alliance officer huffed, grunting through grit teeth as Montes worked his hands upon her. More curses came, some quiet… others not so much.

Aside from the sounds his work drew from her lips, Lt. Williams said nothing. She instead spoke with her eyes - whenever they weren’t fluttering shut, of course. Outrage was written on her face, burning bright in her eyes. Montes could only laugh in the face of it. All that fury welling up in her gut and in her heart and she could do nothing with it. Not even when he took a step further…

He drew his lips up higher, grazing over her flat tummy with tiny kisses as he did. Soon he came to her breasts and shoved the plain blue bra upwards. Williams was obedient, tugging the garment off the rest of the way, but cursed him under her breath as she did. Her dress coat too slipped from her shoulders, leaving her naked from the waist up. 

Her tits were round and plump, though not nearly as big as Nezzie’s. A modest bosom, each breast just large enough to fill his hand. Smaller nipples as well, hard and tight and shades darker than her tanned skin. He pinched them softly, making Williams flinch and huff. He caught her eyes for a moment and made sure she saw his wolfish smile. Then he dipped down and put his mouth to work on her tits.

Immediately, Williams’ shaky calm was shattered. She jumped as he closed his mouth around her nipple, shouting and jerking back in a vain effort. She was trapped there in the booth with him. Montes filled his mouth, grunting in satisfaction at the taste of tit. He was not slow or gentle, sucking and lashing his tongue without restraint.

“F-fucker!” She cried. She slapped his shoulder - the only retaliation she could afford. 

Montes chuckled with his mouth full of tit. He slurped upon the soft, plump peak, teasing at her nipple with his tongue. Williams hissed, squirming again. The Spectre agent felt glee, enjoying every little movement of hers, every little sound she made. And still he wanted more from her.

Sucking from one breast to the other, his mouth worked upon the Alliance officer’s bust for a while longer. But soon Montes began to crave something else. Something juicier. 

His blood was up and he wanted to have her, right then and there. By now, his cock had swelled into hardness, a hot pipe trapped against his thigh. It wanted out. It wanted to get a taste of nice, tight pussy.

Nipping his teeth playfully at the lower slopes of Williams’ breasts, Montes moved his hands lower. Down her flat, toned tummy. Down to her wide hips. He slipped his fingers under the waistline of her skirt… and began to slip the garment down.

“ Hey ,” Ashley Williams shifted in his lap, trying to shimmy away. The move only helped Montes slip the skirt over her hips. He inched it further down her full thighs. “W-wait a minute-”

Montes drew back from her breasts, lashing his tongue over one of her hard, slick nipples. He nipped at her belly, growling.

“You don’t need to be a good girl for me. Where’s the fun in that?” His voice was low, rough. “But I do expect you to follow orders. Can you do that, LT?”

Her skirt was down to her knees now, exposing her panties. A plain, unremarkable pair, blue just like her bra. Montes grinned at the sight. She really is a patriot…

Up above, Williams wore a look of uncertainty now. The fire of her fury had dimmed and now her eyes shined with worry. She was a tough girl, Montes knew, but still just a girl. And he doubted she had ever met a man quite like him.

He awaited her answer, his eyes never wavering from hers. Eventually, Williams gave a small nod, swallowing. Her face hardened as she did - steeling her nerves for what was to come next. Montes had to admire that.

“Good.” The brute of a man smirked, triumphant yet again. “Now sit back and let me have my fun. You might even enjoy yourself.”

With one finger, he tugged her panties aside. Revealing the prize he so craved. And to his delight, he saw that she was already glistening wet. Warm to the touch as well. He drew his fingers slowly, gently along the lips of her sex - taking his sweet time as to savor the expressions on her face. And the little sounds she made…

But Montes wanted more than little sounds. He wanted Williams to be undone. He wanted to hear her scream.

He dipped his head down and put his mouth to work again. He slid his tongue out and tasted cunt.

Chora’s Den. 

An establishment of low repute, Miranda knew. It reminded her in all the worst ways of the station Omega. Only this little slice of debauchery was nestled deep in the bowels of the Citadel. And that made it the perfect place for Gabriel Montes to spend his off-hours.

He had walked in there some time ago with a pretty Alliance officer on his arm. Miranda had to know why.

The club doors swished open. Immediately, Miranda’s senses were assaulted. The booming music pounded at her ears and her nostrils were stung by the odor of sweat and alcohol - and a number of other unmentionable things. 

Miranda grimaced as she crossed the threshold. The thick air and gaudy lights swallowed her up, the grimy atmosphere thickening with each step she took.

The Cerberus operative eyed the scantily-dressed dancers as she went - and felt eyes upon her in turn. If the bare-bodied women writhing for credits made her feel filthy, then the drunken and handsy patrons made her skin crawl. 

Humans, turians, batarians, krogan - all were present at this putrid watering hole. No species had a monopoly on the dregs of society, it seemed. All contributed to the scum of the galaxy in equal measure.

One of the drunken louts - a human man with more hair on his face than on his head - seemed to move to block Miranda’s way. His glassy eyes were full of interest. Unwanted interest.

Miranda let her biotics flare up, wisps of glowing blue pulsing from her fists, her shoulders - her eyes ought to have been lit up like a Christmas tree. 

The drunk flinched and stumbled back against his table, his boldness snuffed out instantly. Other patrons reacted the same. A number seemed amused - either by Miranda’s display or the man’s wilted bravery. Miranda didn’t pay them any mind. As long as they left her alone, no one needed to get hurt. She was there on business, after all. And there was nothing Miranda loathed more than wasting time.

She scanned the club, the dance floor, the tables, the open booths. There was no sign of Montes or his Alliance date. Miranda cursed to herself. Where the hell could they have gone?

The Cerberus operative moved towards the bar, ignoring still the leers she was getting. She met eyes with the bartender, a pretty young thing with short hair and a kind smile. She was dressed similarly to the dancers, her shiny outfit cut strategically to reveal tantalizing swaths of belly, thigh, cleavage. Miranda might have sympathized… had the girl not looked genuinely delighted to be there.

She gave Miranda a bright smile - and looked her up and down appreciatively.

“Hey!” She greeted Miranda, resting her elbows on the bar. “Are you here for the job interview? I don’t think you need to bother. All Fist needs is one look and he’ll hire you on the spot!”

Miranda wanted to blanch.

“No.” She said perhaps a bit too hotly. Enough for the bartender girl to recoil slightly. Miranda took in an even breath. “A man and woman walked in here earlier.”

The bartender narrowed her eyes.

“Can you be more specific?”

“He was tall. Big. You couldn’t miss him. The woman with him was Alliance military. She would have been in uniform.”

The bartender’s eyes flashed with recollection. She smiled, beaming.

“Oh! You’re looking for Gabriel!” She leaned forward, fully invested now. Miranda couldn’t help but wonder then just how familiar this girl was with the Spectre agent. “Yeah, I set them up with a private booth. Sorry, hon. He said he didn’t want to be disturbed. Business stuff, I think.”

Miranda muttered a curse, pushing off from the bar. She paced a bit, ignoring the look she was getting from the bartender girl. Eventually, she slowed, turning back to face the pretty young thing.

“ Business stuff. ” Miranda repeated, scowling. “Is that all he’s up to?”

The music continued to boom, the pulses of the bass rattling through her teeth. Miranda kept her eyes fixed on the bartender. The girl looked worried then, as well as… sympathetic?

“I don’t mean to pry…” The bartender leaned forward against the bar. “Are you and Gabriel… together? Is he cheating? ”

The girl’s words didn’t register immediately. Miranda just stared. Then she blinked, reeling back.

“No.” She told the girl, bewildered. Then her face hardened. The ridiculousness of the idea… Miranda found it offensive . “ No. Absolutely not.”

Images flashed through her mind. Scenes. She was hanging off of the brute’s arm, laughing, giggling like some airheaded bimbo. Walking down the street in heels and a short-skirted dress, long legs and cleavage on display. One of Montes’ thick arms wrapped possessively around her waist. A trophy girlfriend. Her only purpose was to look good… and to make him feel good. In her head, she was sitting in his lap now. Her head was empty of all thoughts but for having fun. And she was happy. Gasps and giggles flowed from her lips as the burly Spectre agent pawed at her body, his big hands grabbing at her hips, her ass, her tits. Stripping her naked so he could do the same with his hungry mouth.

Miranda shuddered at the thought.

“Oh. Okay.” The bartender seemed to sense her displeasure. She gave an apologetic wince. “Sorry. It’s just… you look like his type.”

“His type?” Miranda scoffed.

The girl bit her lip, seemingly weighing whether or not to speak.

“Gorgeous.” She answered after a moment. “High status. The sort of women who are almost impossible to get.”

Miranda pursed her lips. The distaste was still bitter on her tongue… but she’d take the compliment.

“Hm. Impossible to get.” Miranda mused. “Yet he seems to get quite a few of them, doesn’t he? Does he bring them here often?”

If she couldn’t get through to Montes directly, she figured she might as well collect intel.

The bartender girl didn’t answer at first, regarding Miranda with… not quite suspicion. Her bright eyes spoke closer to curiosity.

“Are you some kind of private eye?” She asked, more blunt now.

“Not quite.” Miranda let out a heavy breath. She planted her hands on the bar. “But I do need to speak with Mr. Montes.”

The bartender gave a small nod. She offered a smile next. Not as cheery as at first, but certainly warmer.

“Okay. But you might have to wait awhile.” Her eyes flashed with devious amusement. “These private talks of his don’t usually wrap up so quickly.”

As if on cue, a faint noise could be heard. Even over the booming music, the thumping bass, the chattering of the patrons, it carried over it all. But only just barely. The faint sound of a woman moaning. No, of a woman shrieking.

Miranda turned to where she thought was the source. It was coming from one of the booths. One of the closed booths.

Some patrons hooted. Some others laughed. Most went on with their drunken activities.

Miranda though… she felt a warmth burning under her cheeks.

She turned back to the bartender, noting the girl’s look of scandalized sympathy.

“ Wonderful. ” Miranda snarked.

“Drink while you wait?” The girl offered, thumbing back at the bottles lining the shelves. “I’m Jenna, by the way.”

“A pleasure.” Miranda answered flatly. Reluctantly, she slid onto one of the bar stools. She tapped the bar. “Shot of Perfection. Hit me.”

All this for Gabriel Montes, Miranda mused. I haven’t even met the man in person yet and he’s already a bad influence. Drinking on the job, Lawson?

Miranda watched Jenna pour out her drink, filling a shot glass with strawberry liqueur. The pink substance welled up to the brim. She picked it up, holding it gingerly in her gloved fingers.

I hope Cerberus appreciates this…

Miranda downed the shot. It tingled her tongue, her throat… and blossomed a pleasing warmth in her belly.

…And this Spectre had damn well better be worth my time.

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The taste of womanhood endured on Montes’ tongue. 

The Spectre swallowed, feeling the nectar gliding down his throat. The rest was smeared over his lips. He wiped it away with the back of his hand as he drew back. Montes grinned as he admired his own handiwork.

Lt. Williams was sprawled on her back, near naked, and panting like she’d just ran a marathon. Her dark hair was strewn out in thousands of tendrils, wild and loose, and her cheeks were colored a rosy red. Her eyes, once so full of spirit and fire, were glazed over. Clouded, as if she was in a trance.

All because of him and his talented mouth. Montes stifled a chuckle. 

The ladies never expected that sort of attention from him - not Tevos, not Aria, not Benezia. They’d always assumed him to be the sort of man guided only by his cock, eager only to pump and thrust and fuck like some wild beast. Which, honestly, he was . There was nothing so fine in life as enjoying a woman in bed, to take her and have her in the most intimate of ways. But breaking them like this , getting them wet and ready before they’d even taken a single inch of him… that made it all the sweeter.

The man inhaled deep through his nose. The scent of sex was thick in the air. And the sight of Ashley laying before him, with her wild eyes and flushed cheeks and heaving chest…

“Damn, Williams.” Montes started after a deep breath. He slid his large hands over the woman’s bare belly, feeling the heat of her body, the smoothness of her skin. “Quite the tasty little pussy you’ve got.”

Ashley didn’t answer immediately. She continued to take in deep lungfuls of air - her bare chest rose and fell and rose and fell. Montes enjoyed the sight. 

“ F-fuck… you… ” Ashley finally managed to say.

“So impatient. Here I am trying to take my time.” Montes slid one hand further up, between the intelligence officer’s firm, perky breasts. He felt the beat of her heart, felt it pumping hot blood to the rest of her fine body. “But if you want to move things along…”

The club music kept on pounding from beyond their private booth, thumping faintly against the soundproofed walls. Matching Montes’ heartbeat. Ashley’s too. He could feel it against his palm.

Montes was rock hard. No, he was more than that. His cock was an iron rod, hot and red. He’d been that way since he watched Lt. Williams slide her pert little ass into this private booth. The whole time he’d been lapping at her hot, soaking cunt, his cock had been punching a hole through his pants. It wanted out. And with Ashley now so dripping wet…

He’d brought her here to get fucked. She wanted intel. Now it was time for her to earn it.

Montes’ hands went to his belt. Next to his fly. He slid his pants down, boxers too, freeing his manhood to the open air. Hard and thick, his length swung out, batting against his thighs. The man let out a grunt, his prick swelling and his balls aching. It felt good to be free.

He hefted himself up, letting his swollen cock rest upon Ashley’s bare belly. The intelligence officer reacted immediately, her eyes snapping back to clarity - Montes loved how they widened in shock.

“Holy shit.” She blurted. His cock stirred as it swelled a bit more, hot blood pumping through the bulging veins. It made Ashley shift on the table, squirming as if his cock was a living thing. “What the fuck- How big…?”

“Bigger than any other guy you’ve had, Williams. I’m willing to bet top dollar on that.” Montes said, grinning. He slid his hands over her hips and thighs, trying to soothe her back to calm. “And that’s all you need to know.”

His cock stirred again, drifting slightly across Ashley’s bare belly. She peered down at the fat, veiny thing, disbelief swirling in her eyes. The shock quickly began to fade, however, replaced with a new look entirely: interest. She reached down. Montes stirred again as her touch found him, fingers sliding slowly, smoothly over the top of his shaft. Her hand was warm, soft - surprisingly so for an Alliance marine, even an intelligence desk jockey. Montes couldn’t complain. Not when the sensation was so pleasing. 

Ashley slid her fingers over his length a couple more times, up and down, up and down, before wrapping them around his shaft. Her delightful touch continued, only now she was stroking him. Montes let out a long, heavy breath. He urged his hips forward, slow but insistent, pushing his cock further into her hands. She had both of them working on him now, her pumps bringing him to an even harder, throbbing state. 

Montes chuckled through his grunts, cracking a smile. How could he not? Lt. Williams’ change of heart only meant good things. Fun things.

“That’s it.” He told her, watching her slender hands pump the length of his cock. It was nice to watch her work, to see that light in her eyes as she played with her new favorite toy. “Don’t be shy. Get a feel for it.”

“There’s… there’s no fucking way…”

“And yet…” His hand slid up her naked flank, over her shoulder, her throat, before finally reaching her lips. He brushed his thumb over them - with the look in Williams’ eyes, Montes figured it was fifty-fifty if she would bite him or suck him. In the end, she did neither. Instead, her tongue came out briefly, lashing against the digit. Her eyes shone even brighter - outrage and attraction burning together.

She jerked her head back, letting it rest against the table. Her hands continued to pump him, each stroke making him swell, making his cockhead weep with precum. Montes sighed, savoring her touch.

“Of course an asshole like you has a big fucking dick.” He heard Williams mutter. Her fingers started massaging the tip, smearing the leakage over the rest of him. “No justice in this galaxy…”

Montes took control of the moment, stepping back to give his manhood the space it needed. Ashley drew her fingers over him as he pulled away. The Spectre held himself steady as he slid his cock against the woman’s soft mound. Her cunt was warm and wet, already soaked and dripping thanks to his tongue. He let out a grunt as he dragged his shaft along those slick, silken lips. All Ashley could do was moan.

“It’s not all bad, Williams.” Montes huffed. He bucked against her, the whole length of him gliding over her hot cunt. “I wasn’t lying before. You might just enjoy yourself.”

What followed was a quick, single motion - he drew back and thrust. Buried half his length between Ashley’s thighs, sinking himself into that delicious, unbearable heat. Ashley let out a wild cry - then moaned long and loud as she felt him.

Montes throbbed inside Ashley. Being swallowed up in warmth was exquisite. It was pure pleasure that graced his cock. And still there was more, more delight as he continued on into the tightness of that pussy. Montes grunted again, low and deep like some animal. He put his hands to her hips, holding the woman steady as he pierced deeper into her sex.

More. He sank even more of himself. Inches of inches of cock swallowed up by Ashley William’s hungry cunt.

The intelligence officer didn’t bother with modesty. More cries erupted from her lips, wavering in her throat. 

Montes loved to hear it.

In time, Williams became much more enthusiastic. She still cursed him, of course, but Montes didn’t blame her for that.

“ Fucker! ” Ashley hissed. She tossed her head back, dark hair spilling across the booth table. She whined, clawing at the firm muscle of his forearms. “You- God! You motherfucker! Shit! FUCK! ”

Montes grinned. He kept his thrusting hips working at a fast, steady pace. Ashley’s sex gripped him splendidly tight. A lovely vise of heat and slick. Almost as good as Benezia’s.

Almost.

“Feels good to cut loose, huh?” Montes bucked hard into the woman moaning on the table, stabbing his hard prick all the way down to the balls. Ashley sucked in a gasp, her body seizing up, tightening around him. The velvety softness of her cunt stoked up heated delight in his gut. His balls ached, as did every inch of his shaft. 

“Stop. Talking.” Ashley rasped. She still grasped at his arms, her nails digging into the skin. The sting was hot and sharp… but far outweighed by the pleasure offered up by her tight, warm sex.

“That’s not very nice.” Montes replied with mock offense. He bucked into her again, groaning as he tried to go even deeper than balls-deep.

Ashley arched her back, her lips parting wide as she drew in another sharp breath. Her eyes were open wide as well, alight with pleasure, with shock, and with simmering fury, all at once. Her full breasts rose up into fine swells, alluring in their softness. Her arms and tummy offered up a pleasing contrast of firm, toned muscle. Every inch of her was colored in a rich, olive tan. Her dark hair was thrown into wild tendrils, brown wisps falling over her flushed face and burning hot gaze.

“Shut the fuck up.” She growled. Through the haze of pleasure, Ashley Williams kept some focus. Straight at Montes. “Please. Just… just shut up and fuck me.”

Her strength departed as she spoke, letting her slump back onto the table. Even her hold on Montes’ arms weakened. Her nails retreated, dragging softly over his skin as her arms went slack.

She let out a soft little whine. But Montes didn’t move. He kept his cock sheathed in place, buried in her cunt. He wanted more from her.

“I didn’t know you were in charge now.” He spoke plainly.

He drew his cock from her weeping pussy, inches and inches of hard meat sliding free. By the time he was unsheathed, Ashley was whining pitifully, futilely trying to replace Montes with her weak, lazy fingers. When that didn’t work, she made a vain attempt to reach for his tool - though she hardly had the strength for it. Montes kept himself out of reach, still aiming right at her dripping wet cunt. But he didn’t touch her.

“W-wait…” Ashley pleaded breathlessly. “You can’t just-”

“Ask nicely.”

Ashley craned her head up to meet his gaze. The woman was incredulous.

“You’ve got to be kidding. You-”

“Ask nicely, or I leave.” Montes spoke calmly, though his voice was like solid steel.

For a time, Ashley said nothing. And Montes remained still. The only movement came from his breathing… and his beating heart making his manhood stir and swell.

Conflict was written clear on the intelligence officer’s face - which Montes took great satisfaction from. Lt. Williams had a simple choice now: Go home empty-handed… or see this deal through while getting some cock on the side.

Knowing the women he dealt with, Montes had a good idea of what her answer would be.

“Please…” She finally said, turning her face to avoid looking Montes in the eyes. “ Please fuck me.”

“Well… since I’m feeling so generous…”

Montes didn’t slide back in immediately. Instead, he slid his hands under her, curling his arms around her slim waist and lifted her up. Easy as cake for him, even with William’s toned muscle mass, she weighed little more than the average woman. Ashley didn’t struggle, too weak to do more than squirm in his arms. 

Shifting his hold until he held her up by her full, rounded hips, Montes positioned Ashley right over his length… and then he let her fall. Down, down, down she went, skewered upon that thick, swollen rod. All the way down, Ashley was moaning. The pitch of her cries rising with every inch of Montes sliding into her cunt.

He stared right into her eyes as it happened, watching those pits of soft brown flash from shock, to pain, to scandal, to pleasure. With their faces less than an inch apart, their noses brushing together, he could feel the heat of her breath, from every little gasp and moan and curse.

Montes stole a kiss from her next. Ashley didn’t fight it. But it was enough to stir some of her defiance back to the surface.

“Fucker… you… son of a bitch…” Her speech was ragged and broken by the pace of Montes’ thrusts. He held tight to her back, keeping her steady as he fucked her onto his cock.

“Keep talking dirty.” He growled, nipping at her soft, puffy lips. She nipped back in turn, sharper than his. Just the way he liked it.

“Quit being… a pussy… and really fuck me.”

Montes took the offer with a deadly smile. He went to town, driving her tight body over his cock at an even faster pace. Her cunt was so splendid, so perfect as it slid over his manhood, swallowing him up. Being engulfed in heat and soaking ecstasy… Montes would never tire of it. Nor would he ever tire of the music that entwined with the passion.

Ashley’s screams split the air. Rising higher and higher with every thrust, every deep skewer of Montes’ fat cock. Every time his swollen head split her apart, every time his balls slapped against her ass. Every stroke was breaking her just a little more. He could feel it through her skin, the shudders and quakes of her body against his.

Then… she broke upon him completely. Montes knew a woman’s ecstasy when he felt it. And boy could he feel it now. 

Ashley clung to him tight, wailing. Cursing.

“Jesus… Fuck! ” She cried. Her nails dug into his back now, raking over his shoulders in red hot lines. “ FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK! ”

The woman petered out eventually, going slack against his chest. Montes, though, offered no mercy just yet. He held tight to her warm body, keeping a steady rhythm as he worked in and out of her poor, sodden pussy.

“Damn. Sounds like you needed that.”

“Did you… finish?” Her voice was small, tired, weak. Montes took some pride in that.

“About to.” He told her truthfully. He could feel it in his balls. That boiling ache. All that hot seed ready to spew like a geyser.

“In my mouth.” Ashley suddenly offered. Insisted , really.

Montes slowed his thrusts, wondering if he had heard her right. He drew back to look in her eyes. William could only give a tired nod. Montes felt his cock twitch at the prospect.

“Hey, if you’re offering….”

It was yet another layer of victory in getting Williams to cut loose. Montes tried not to smile too wide as he let Ashley slide from his arms. She found her footing, albeit shakily, and eased herself onto her knees, dropping down between his legs. The booth was cramped but somehow they made it work.

Gently, gingerly, she took him with both hands. Now seeing him up close, seeing his length and girth, Ashley marveled at the cock that had been battering her pussy. Montes groaned, urging his hips forward, making his fattened cockhead brush against the woman’s lips.

“Big fucking cock…” She muttered, letting him prod at her mouth and cheeks. She drew her tongue over him, once, twice, kissing the tip. She hummed at the taste of him.

“And a big fucking load. Get ready, LT.” Montes warned.

Ashley made her move, holding him steady as she took the first few inches into her mouth. She sucked him, swishing her tongue over the head as she bobbed over him. It was lovely, almost as lovely as being in her cunt. Though she was more frantic and passionate than skilled, Montes enjoyed the lieutenant's treatment all the same, savoring the warmth that glazed and coated his manhood.

One suck, two sucks, then three, Ashley worked his shaft diligently. Any moment now the dam would break. Montes grunted, feeling the tightening of his balls. Ashley took more of him, easing more inches of hard male flesh into her hungry mouth. Her lips and tongue offered his cock softness and warmth and delight, while her hands pumped and stroked the rest of him. 

It was more than enough to set him off.

Montes let his hand rest on the top of Ashley’s head, taking some of her hair into a firm grip. The heat in his gut was white fire now, burning up his insides. Then it blossomed, spreading through his body. Pure ecstasy rushed through his veins.

And hot white seed rushed through the length of his cock… right into Ashley Williams’ waiting mouth.

Montes snarled, grunted as he shot his thick, heavy load. Ashley hummed around him, bobbing her head still as the man painted her tongue white. Her throat, too.

“Fuck… Fuuuuck … That’s it. Suck it. Suck it down.” Montes kept his hand on Ashley’s head, fingers threading through her soft, dark hair.

To his surprise, the LT didn’t pull back even as the cum kept flowing. She kept her mouth on him, kept bobbing her head, kept sucking down the helping of seed she’d milked from him. Montes felt himself swell and twitch against her lashing tongue. Her soft moans were thrummed delightfully against his shaft.

Montes couldn’t help but feel impressed. He didn’t know the girl had it in her.

Eventually, once his balls stopped pumping cum, Montes sank back onto the booth’s cushioned seating. Ashley fell back onto her ass, letting his slick, glistening cock slip from her mouth.

“Holy shit.” She rasped, wiping her mouth with her hand.

For a while, they both just sat there, breathing, savoring the afterglow. Montes couldn’t help but eye his rod - noting that half of his length was glistening, smeared with Ashley’s spit and drool. Not quite as talented at taking cock as Benezia or Samara, but he had to admire the girl’s spunk. Considering his size, taking half of his cock was no small feat.

“You’re alright, Williams.” Montes finally spoke. “Good to know you’re a team player.”

“Fuck off.” She said in a flat, tired voice. “Are we in business or what?

“I think you’ve earned something. But not tonight.”

“Asshole!” Slowly she began to rise to her feet. She gripped the table for support. The defiance he’d seen before had returned full force, burning in her eyes. “You said-”

“Relax, Lieutenant.” Montes remained seated as he used his feet to draw up his discarded pants. Slowly, he tugged them back on, stuffing his softening manhood back into his boxers. He gave the intelligence officer a look. “I’ll play ball with the Alliance, I just need some time to get things sorted. You’re just going to have to trust me on that.”

Ashley Williams stood over him for a moment, regarding him with a sharp, scrutinizing gaze. It was clear she was weighing her options. Either she trusted him or she didn’t. And since he’d already shot a thick helping of cream down her throat…

“Fine.” She said, irked but accepting. She sat down beside him, crossing one leg over the other. “Get me a goddamn drink.”

Montes couldn’t help but chuckle. This sort of fire, this sort of defiance, he couldn't get enough of it. He stood up, looking about the booth for his shirt. Though he made sure to flash Williams a smile.

“Sure thing. I think you’ve earned that, too.”

Chapter Text

Deep base pounded at Miranda’s ears. The martini glass sat on the bar, half-empty. She’d spent the better part of the last hour taking tiny sips, warding off advances from drunk patrons while she waited, waited, waited.

She’d snapped her teeth enough times that the low life trash of Chora’s Den finally understood they had no chance with her. But the Cerberus operative could still feel their eyes on her. She could feel them leering . Miranda endured the indignity. She had her mission.

By now, the booming music and flashing lights had given Miranda a headache. It throbbed behind her eyes, pinching into her temples. Enough to make her wince.

Relief came in the form of a familiar sight. It was the woman Montes had arrived with, that Alliance officer who managed to get his attention first. Did that mean their “private meeting” was over?

The tall brunette had come out of the private booth first, looking disheveled. Her once neat and tight bun was now unkempt and her uniform was now far from the crisp, sleek attire she had arrived in. Miranda watched as the woman adjusted her bunched-up skirt, noting how she glanced around the club with an expression more fit for a self-conscious school girl.

It was obvious what had transpired between her and Montes in that private booth. Some patrons hooted and howled, some mocking, others sincere in their appreciation. The Alliance officer ignored them, holding her chin high as she marched towards the exit.

Miranda couldn’t help but feel sympathy. You had to be willing to do anything to get an edge in this galaxy. 

The Alliance woman departed Chora’s Den. A few moments later, Miranda’s target emerged from the very same booth.

Gabriel Montes, a giant of a man. His size could not be missed, even in the dim, pulsing lights of the club. His gate was brimming with confidence, satisfaction. So assured he was in his place on the food chain. He moved with the swagger of a man who just got laid.

Miranda found it obnoxious. A sneer pulled at her lips before she forced it down. Nevertheless, her blood was up with excitement. She slipped off the barstool and made her move.

“Agent Montes!” She called out, pushing through the crowd. The towering Spectre turned and saw her. Miranda closed the distance quickly. “Agent Montes, if I could have a moment of your time.”

He really was a large man, Miranda noted as she got up close. He was more than a head taller than her - and that Alliance woman as well. His outfit was dark, his shirt snug to his chest and those massive arms. Montes looked down at her, interest glimmering faintly in his green eyes. Suddenly, Miranda felt very aware of her own attire, a white suit practically molded to her body. The material was snug to her chest, her hips, her legs. For the woman created to be perfected, it only made sense to take advantage of her looks. But now, with this specimen of strength looming over her…

His deep voice broke through.

“Sorry lady, I was just leaving.”

He turned to go. Miranda reacted without thinking, reaching for his arm. She took hold of solid muscle. His eyes flashed back to her, narrowed. She drew her hand back quickly. Maybe too quickly.

“Please.” Miranda composed herself. “It’s regarding your recent connections to certain political and professional figures.”

“I’m a Spectre. It’s part of my job to network.”

“You and I both know you do far more than network.” Miranda pressed. She raised her chin, looking the man straight in the eyes. “Especially when it comes to women. And asari.”

The Spectre’s brow pressed into a thick line. Montes regarded her with a new sort of interest now. He turned to face her fully, crossing his arms. His very big arms. Miranda’s eyes flicked down for a split-second, drawn to the way the muscle shifted and tensed under the skin. She forced her focus back up to his face. He was grinning now.

“You’re not Alliance.” He observed.

“No.” She admitted. “My name is Miranda Lawson. I come to you representing my employer. A very powerful, very influential man. One who has a vested interest in putting Earth ahead.”

Montes gave her another look over, now taking his time. This once over was less curious and more… appreciative. Miranda kept her expression an icy calm, letting the man ogle. As long as she kept his attention.

The benefits of beauty, I suppose…

“Alright.” Montes gave a slight nod. He brought up one arm and his omni-tool blinked to life on his wrist. A moment later, Miranda’s own sounded with a digital ping. “If you and your employer want to talk business, we can do that. But we’ll do it another time. Right now I’ve got somewhere to be.”

“Matriarch Benezia’s presidium mansion?” Miranda watched Montes’ face, seeking a flinch, a tell, anything.

The man only offered a sly grin.

“Exactly.” He told her. So smug, so assured, so vexing. “Now, Ms. Lawson, if you’ll excuse me…”

Gabriel Montes turned from her and made for the club exit. Miranda watched the brute of a man go. She stood amidst the dancers and drunkards of Chora’s Den. Alone. Empty-handed… but for the contact info he’d sent to her omni-tool.

It wasn’t nothing. But it wasn’t nearly enough. Miranda needed more.

“Damn.”

The atmosphere of Benezia’s bedroom was much more relaxed than Chora’s Den. No free-flowing alcohol, no booming music, no mixed scent of sweat and cum - yet. Nevertheless, Montes felt at home.

The Spectre let himself sink back into his cushioned seat, listening to the soothing tunes of modern Thessian jazz. Meanwhile, the Matriarch was getting changed in the next room - a walk-in closet that was larger than Montes’ own living room. The asari’s voice carried on out, rising over the faint jazz.

“An hour late.” Benezia scoffed. “Blackmail me, coerce me into your bed, make me swear that fucking oath… the least you could do in return is arrive on time.”

Her words came heated, dripping with exasperation. Just as Montes liked it.

“I’m here aren’t I? Besides, the anticipation is part of the fun.” So was stoking Benezia’s ire. Getting the woman riled up always led to passion down the road.

“Pfft.” Benezia snorted. Montes could only imagine the face she was making. “I should send you home with nothing. Oath be damned.”

Montes had to smile. The empty threats were always adorable.

“Please. You’ve been looking forward to this as much as I have.”

An indignant sound came through the open doorway. A moment later, Lady Benezia herself followed. She strode out into the greater bedroom, marching over to where Montes lounged. She came to a stop a few feet before him, hands resting on her hips. The striking beauty of her face was marked with vexation as she looked down at him.

The look was sexy, sure enough, but the woman’s outfit was downright sinful. Benezia was wearing less clothing than the dancers back in Chora’s Den. It was glittering black silk so scant that most of it was spent covering the asari’s ample bosom. What little remained after that afforded the Matriarch only the barest amount of modesty.

Montes drank it all in. All that creamy, blue skin on display. All those generous curves spilling out into the open. Soft, lush flesh. Full thighs and wide, fertile hips. But nothing captured his attention more than that magnificent rack. Proud breasts swept forth, barely contained by those bands of black silk.

“The arrogance.” Benezia sneered at him, twisting her hips slightly. Montes was captivated by the motion through the softness of her body. Few women possessed a figure that could compare. “Someday someone is going to put you in your place, human. ”

“I’m sitting right here. Take your shot, Ms. CEO.”

The Matriarch’s eyes flashed hot, incensed… but also interested. For a moment she said nothing, simply matching his gaze. Montes thought the woman might pounce on him right then… until she gave a little scoff and turned away. 

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Not yet.” She cast a look back at him as she moved towards a holo-terminal at the far end of the room. Montes still found delight in watching the scantily dressed asari strut. Watching those hips move. Watching that lovely rear sway with each step.

While Montes’ eyes were glued to Benezia’s scrumptious ass, the woman struck a few keys on the holo-terminal. The music track turned from soft jazz to a deeper, pulsing beat. Montes felt the bass burrowing into his bones, the low notes slithering into his veins. It wasn’t like the house music back at the club, meant to pound at one’s ears. This new music was far more primal, far more carnal.

Benezia began to move. Slow steps, advancing on him, twisting her body as she went. Turning her hips this way, that way, letting herself get swept up in the flow.

It was a mating dance, Montes realized, watching the asari move. Bountiful blue curves were sent surging back and forth. Each sway was deliberate, measured, sensual. Designed to enthrall, entrance.

Montes sank back into his seat, watching, hungering. The music continued to pulse, rumbling through him. And Benezia matched the beat, attuned to it. Her flesh was one with the music, so mesmerizing as she stalked closer, closer, closer.

“You wanted a performance, had me go through all this trouble…” Benezia’s voice was sultry, sweltering, and colored with delightful scorn. She was so close now, writhing before him. So close he could reach out and touch her. When he tried, she slapped his hand away. “So now, you wait. ”

The heat in her voice, the blistering look in her eyes, had the Spectre’s cock surging with hot blood, twitching madly. The rod swelled in his pants, bulging against the material. Benezia’s eyes dropped down to his groin, taking a quick look at the length pressed against his inner thigh. Montes offered a wolfish grin.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Lady Benezia narrowed her eyes, saying nothing. The music kept flowing, pulsing. The Matriarch flowed with it, winding her body like a serpent. Twisting, swaying, hips here, tits there.

She closed her eyes, her face becoming a mask of calm. Perfect tranquility fixed over the mouth-watering appeal of that grand set of tits, the feminine swell of her bare belly, the delicious width of her hips and thighs.

Benezia turned, putting her back to Montes, now giving him another splendid view of her rear. Her ass was a blue moon, as pleasing and bountiful as her bosom. Perfectly rounded cheeks swallowed up the thin strip of fabric that formed her thong, leaving all that blue flesh bare. Each turn of her hips had her buttocks swaying back and forth in pendulus, hypnotic motion. And higher, Montes could admire the dimples just above her ass, the lines of her back, the muscles faintly visible just under the skin, working and shifting.

The Matriarch turned again, facing him now. Her eyes were open, sharp and steely. Her hands drew down her neck, down over her breasts, down her exposed tummy. Plentiful curves wound and twisted like a river.

“You have a talent for dancing.” Montes finally said.

Benezia slowed but didn’t stop. She raised a brow at him.

“Hm. I’ll choose to take that as a compliment. It’s one of the benefits of a long lifespan: ample opportunity to develop a multitude of skills.”

“I’d say you’re pretty developed.” Montes observed. His focus was pointedly below her neck.

The dancing asari snorted. She inched her swaying body closer.

“Crass. But true. We asari are known to become more shapely with age. And more beautiful.”

She was standing right between his outstretched knees, her magnificent figure looming over him. Tempting him. Taunting him.

Benezia let her head fall back - her chest pressed forth, stretching out the black fabric of her top. Her nipples had pebbled, Montes could see, now poking out through the thin silk. The man’s focus was fixed there, unwavering. The asari let out a long sigh.

“Goddess. The routines I used to perform to these tracks…” Benezia drew her hands back to her throat, pushing her breasts upwards as she reminisced. Blue flesh pressed together, almost spilling free. Montes saw and craved. “I was a maiden back then. Much more limber.”

She met his eyes as she spoke. There was a challenge there. Montes could taste it.

“I wish I could have seen it. Nezzie’s wild years.” His voice was rough, almost a growl.

Benezia made a sound, soft and light. Not quite a laugh, but close. She was practically in his lap now. The asari slid a knee forward, pressing it into the man’s groin. Not hard, but just enough pressure to tease his swollen cock.

“The artist, Dreva T’Mavi, once DJ’d at one of my shows.” Benezia told him. “For the finale, I fucked her right there on stage. You know she still makes music?”

The savage side of Montes’ soul was howling mad. Ravenous, raving, desperate for a bite of juicy, blue flesh.

“Nezzie.”

“Yes?” Her tone was light, lovely, and knowing.

“Get that pretty blue ass over here.”

Benezia’s eyes lit up. At her lips played the faintest of smiles. Her hands fell to her sides and she took her knee from his crotch, pulling back. But she kept moving her body, dancing slowly, sensually. Winding those curves back and forth, back and forth. She drew away, away, away.

“No.” She told him plainly.

“ No? ” Montes rose from the cushioned seat, frothing blood pumping through his chest, his arms, his legs, his cock .

The asari showed no fear. Her eyes were brimming with excitement now, positively gleeful. She drew back even further, way out of his reach. She moved away from Montes… and towards the massive, four-post bed.

“You want me? You can come get me.” She challenged him. Beckoned him.

Montes felt his cock stir, watching Benezia slowly crawl back onto the sheets. His balls were aching, boiling with seed. Ready to spill, ready to shoot. His heart pounded, ringing in his ears. Demanding only one thing.

The towering human advanced. He wasn’t seeing red. He was seeing blue.