Here we have yet another Afterlife-inspired chapter! I'm going to be doing some more writing again, so stay tuned for other updates!
Fornax Presents, In association with Krogasm:
A(u)ntie Krogan
The applicator slid over massive, cracked lips.
Smoky eyes reflected from clean glass, watching the lipstick pattern closely.
Deep red paste contrasted with the creamy, reptilian hue of Auntie's natural skin tone.
Thick hands smoothed the white, sequined material of the dress, then lifted it slightly to scratch his quad.
Damn fishnets chafing my sack. At least I had a set in red.
Next, Auntie slipped on a set of red stiletto heels, ignoring the sharp bites of the composite edges.
Swirling at the waist to check his presentation, the krogan dashed some scented powder on his hump and opened a large drawer, revealing an assortment of wigs.
His powerful fingers passed through the arrangement, until settling on a platinum blonde human wig, arranged in long side curls.
I don't have time to learn all these terms of all these species. My clients are just gonna splooge their white magic in it anyhow.
Right on time, a subdued chime rang through the apartment; clear, crisp tones that utterly belied the primal, unnatural cross-species carnival that took place here.
Auntie sighed, then slipped right into character as easily as he slipped into asari blueberries.
The man who answered appeared to have just come from work, dressed in a slightly creased but expensive charcoal suit.
"Auntie? Its Miik Dann, for your 6 P.M."
His clipped intonations served further to place him as raised on a silver spoon.
"Thats right, babe. Come right in. I'll grab the refreshments."
Auntie retained his grumbling tones, but added upward inflections at the end of each sentence. He swished his tail, riding the sequined dress up slightly to tease his client.
He grabbed two bottles of cold malt liquor, then sat next to the client on the leather sofa.
Letting a seductive hiss escape his painted lips, Auntie slid the bottles under his dress, then wrapped his krojunk around the caps and pried them off.
Accepting the drink, the human loosened his belt. "You acquired them?"
Nodding in affirmation, Auntie produced a large vial. "Genuine Tuchanka meat ants."
The man nodded, breathing visibly increasing. "Begin."
Auntie took the vial and opened them at his feet. huge, five centimeter ants crawled out, antennae waving and mandibles clicking.
They scurried up the heels, testing the material to see how suitable they were for eating. Unsatisfied, a dozen continued up to the red fishnets.
Auntie started moaning in a low, worried tone; he knew it wasn't going to suck or blow.
This gig would bite.
Sensing the organic flesh beneath the thin material, the ants chattered their front legs together as their mandibles sawed at a string. Once they had clearance, they scurried up Auntie's leg, stopping to sample the thick krogan flesh.
As he writhed and squirmed under the onslaught, the human slowly began to work his fun ferret, excited by the sight.
Soon, several ants had found Auntie's raging krogboner and began chewing at the sensitive flesh, tearing small chunks to feed on.
One adventurous insect pushed its way underneath the wrinkled, leathery sack, antennae straining to displace the four heavy testicles as it fought its way to the stink eye. Once there, the lone insect began to sample the smoother flesh, in paradise until a muscle spasm separated its head segment.
Writhing on the ground, Auntie fought the urge to go into a bloodlust.
Can't kill the customers. That would be bad.
The human had stood up, member rock solid and worked furiously near the krogan's head, watching the insects have their way.
A trio of ants scurried to the krogan's hump, sinking their mandibles into Auntie and feeding there.
Another opened wide the urethral opening on his krojunk and darted inside, searching for liquid refreshment.
Screaming and thrashing now, Auntie only barely saw the human pump his purple shotgun hard enough to spew weak love tabasco all over the wig.
Damn it. Another trip to the cleaners.
Breathing heavily, the human gathered himself, tossed a credit chit at the vulnerable krogan, and left.
KR4-KR4-KR4-KR4
"Kaidan, what the hell are you doing at my terminal?"
"Oh, uh, sorry Ash, I was just … "
"Just ... oh my God you were looking through my porn stash weren't you?!"