I know what you're thinking: Where's the update to "Wolfsblood"? Scroll down to the end of the chapter for info regarding that.

Since the summary can only let me say so much, I thought I would explain myself here.

This is an idea that had been eating at me for a while now: A human male enters into a polygamous relationship with two asari shortly after the end of the First Contact War. I know it may seem like some juvenile male fantasy – that's probably because it is – but I'm letting you guys know that I plan on injecting some depth into it.

This story won't have much in the way of intricate plots and whatnot and is more of a personal exploration. Here, you can read about a human man who lucks out and falls into the arms of two beautiful alien women. You can read about his thoughts on his good fortune, his changing life as he is suddenly influences by these angels on his shoulders, their nights out on the town, their nights spent in, and all that stuff.

I'm going to assume this premise will alienate a good amount of female readers on the grounds that this is cheap wish-fulfilment for chauvinist pigs. I'm fine with that. They can think whatever they want – and they may be right on some counts.

But I know my audience. And they're not it.

So, if you are my audience, I can only say one more thing:

Enjoy.

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The Citadel was a rather pretty space station, Tom had to admit. Better looking than the festering piss-hole known as Omega or, hell, even the pride of the Alliance, Gagarin Station. Nice and clean and perfect so long as you didn't pry too much or go snooping around the lower ward levels. The "shining beacon" of galactic civilization… for the "greater species", at least.

Salarians were well enough off, Turians definitely had it great – that tends to be the case when your kind wins a war to save the galaxy from a horde of savages. But God – or whatever deity you worshipped – help you if you were hanar or elcor. Or even worse: a human.

Lt. Thomas Ford learned that the hard way, unfortunately. After seeing all the blood spilled on Shanxi first hand, the marine had decided to go check out for himself just what mankind stumbled bass-ackwards into when they opened relay 314. He had come to the multi-armed station as part of the new human ambassador's Alliance security detail, a rather cushy assignment that he'd been able to pull thanks to the clout he had built up with a (now famous) holding action on Shanxi.

The "Bull of Blackwall" is what some of the Brass had taken to calling him afterwards, "the man who turned back wave after wave of turian assault teams". All Tom had done was hold an outpost. Strategically important, yes, but he had only done what he was ordered to do. Nothing more, nothing less. Though, they had pit him against alien invaders, so he supposed it may have been a big deal to some.

In truth, Tom had been only one of thirty marines, nearly half of which had an N designation of 4 or higher. All of them had been fine young men as well as some of the bravest sons of bitches Tom had the pleasure of fighting alongside. Thirty men held Blackwall valley. Thirty, not just one larger-than-life idol some people back on Earth dreamed up to raise Alliance public approval.

Days of fighting, long hours of blood and sweat and eezo-burn from overheated weapons. Never-ending sleepless nights with no reprieve from the smell of rotting corpses. Just sitting and waiting for the birds to launch their next relentless attack, waiting to fight them off and hope they'd take the hint and retreat even though they never would. And what did all that work get them? An introduction to a galaxy that somehow both feared mankind and held them in contempt.

The salarians would look at humans as if they were smaller, furry-headed krogan, Tom noted in his own dealings with the amphibious creatures, always wary of what the "barely evolved apes" would do next. The Bull always had the feeling that the skinny frogs thought him to be the dumbest shit in the galaxy. Granted, they would be correct on some counts (Thomas was never the model student) but still. He would ask a simple question and they would sneer and respond with such venomous patronization that Thomas could almost feel his skin burning.

The turians weren't any better. High and mighty, for sure, especially of the "learn your place, filthy human" variety. They were the kind of people who did not like to lose, Tom assumed, and it was clear that the events at Shanxi had soiled what could have been a very beneficial political relationship. But what had been done had been done and there was nothing to change that. They didn't like humans, and Tom didn't like them right back. Damn oversized birdies can't go a minute without bringing up Relay 314 and "human brutality"… then again, neither can I.

The volus were a short, round people… and just hilarious to look at. All the same, they were an absolutely shady bunch. It may have been the masks, it may have been the feeling Tom got that they were going to suck his bank account dry, but the marine simply could not bring himself to trust the walking beach balls.

The hanar and the elcor were alright to an extent, unfailingly polite during most of Tom's dealings with them. But being courteous was sort of their thing, he later figured, so he was reluctant to give them points for that. Still, it was nice to know that there were some species out there who did not completely blame humans for the blunder that was mankind's first contact with an alien race.

And then there were the asari… Now that was a species that was simply a mystery to Tom, no matter how familiar their forms where. Shorter and of a slighter build than most humans, the daughters of Thessia were elegant, wise, and peaceful, nearly perfect mirrors of human females… if human females happened to possess and almost unnatural beauty, lovely blue skin, and weird head-tentacles. While it was embarrassing to admit, Tom could not deny that he would often steal looks at them on occasion, especially at the cute receptionist he frequently saw at the embassies in the Presidium.

It had been said that the asari were feminine mystique made flesh… and Tom found that he was more than inclined to believe in that statement. The way they made having graceful movements seem effortless, the fluttering eyelashes whenever they blinked, the sheer femininity they gave off, it all sent Tom for a loop. Asari looked so much like human women, the living personification of the feminine, yet at the same time they were alien to him. Even with the translating software he had uploaded to his neural implant, their voices were musical and sweet. That's not even getting to the fact that the asari were all unfailingly attractive, even the lethal looking ones that worked over in C-Sec.

Of course, Tom had no wish to think about all the aliens who would most likely look down on him. No, the human marine would rather all his problems disappear, at least for a few hours.

Tonight, Tom found himself in a bar, an out of the way joint somewhere off Paneras Square in the commercial area of the Presidium. It was a human-friendly establishment – in other words, it was run by humans, for humans. The best – and only – kind of place for his kind to get decent service as well as food that didn't have unfortunate side-effects.

There were certain asari foods and drinks that were safe for humans to consume, but Tom was not in the mood to try new things. For now, he would just play it safe.

The war hero turned glorified bodyguard sat at the bar, a glass of some nice, strong liquor in hand. Sure, it burned a bit going down, but then again, the best drinks always did. A little kick never hurt nobody, Tom thought.

There was music playing as well, a high-tempo synthetic tune that pointedly did not sound like anything from Earth. He couldn't quite place it, but Tom was sure he'd at least heard it somewhere before. Turians weren't exactly big on music – or any art form other than war – and neither were salarians, aside from old ancestral hymns and the more recent heavy club music. Tom listened carefully for another moment, picking up on some soft, feminine singing voices.

Asari, he then realized. Of course it's asari. Sounds like their kind of music, too.

At first the human was confused. Why would a human bar play alien music? Tom always thought himself to be as red-blooded as a human male could get, loyal to the Blue and White despite its faults and hardworking almost to a fault, but he knew his species was not among the most accepting of those on the galactic scene. To see his kind embrace alien culture so soon after Shanxi got flattened skull-faced birds was more than a little off-putting.

But then Thomas remembered what the Asari Republics had done for mankind by brokering a peaceful resolution between the Alliance and the Hierarchy before the conflict at Relay 314 escalated into a full blown war. A war that would have most assuredly ended with Earth as a smoking sphere of ash… and more than a few shattering blows done to the birds. Humans fought to the end and then some.

It could be justifiably said that the Alliance owed a great deal to the asari, including the fact that humanity was able to wrangle themselves an embassy so quickly after joining the Citadel Council's domain. Most species apparently waited years, even decades, before being granted associate membership of the Citadel Council.

The blue ladies probably did it to paint a nice, pretty picture of themselves to those back on Earth. They may be nice to look at and no one's denying they're about as compassionate as they come, but I'm sure they didn't do all that out of the kindness of their hearts. There's always a catch…

Tom took another gulp of his drink, relishing the burn as it slid down his gullet. The bioti-ball game that was being displayed on the bar's holo-screen was no exactly enrapturing. Volus against hanar, while novel and often good for a few laughs, wasn't the most exciting thing to watch and got old pretty quickly. The human took a quick look around the joint after noting the late hour on his omni-tool. Tomorrow was one his precious days off, so he did not need to worry about waking up on time, but he also did not wish to spend his free time sleeping.

The bar, he noted, was not as crowded as it had been when he first arrived after his shift ended. Fresh off the hook from a mind-numbingly boring guard duty, drinks, music, and some sports seemed perfect. To spend some time with a gathering of his fellow earthlings seemed even better. So he drank, he chatted and he laughed, the usual bull after a long day. But for some reason, Tom felt like staying a bit longer than normal, perhaps to break the mold of this particular after-work ritual. Why not shake things up a bit?

So, he drank some more. Not enough to get shit-faced drunk, but certainly enough to forget what an awful decision it was to get himself assigned to this station.

Oh, it'll be easy. A nice cushy job, right in the heart of the civilized society. No need to fight pirates or slavers. Consider it a vacation. What a fucking stupid choice. I would rather deal with slavers than this. At least I would have had something to do.

There were but a few patrons left in the establishment, a group of fellow embassy workers, stuffed suits who sat at desks all day, now gathered in a single booth near the door, some C-Sec officers, tired from a long day of putting up with assholes, and the bartender, a gruff, older gentleman who sported a nasty scar over what was left of his right ear.

Tom was left with them… and the two lithe figures who were seated near the back. They were slender, shapely asari, both their own lovely shade of blue, one dark, the other a lighter hue. When they first entered a couple hours past, they turned heads by the dozens, grace and sensuality oozing from every little step and movement. The blue ladies ordered their drinks like anyone else, as if they weren't standing there wearing short cocktail dresses that were… generous in their exposure of skin. The bartender tended to them rather quickly and as soon as they got their drinks, the two blue angels retreated into the back, silently watching the humans converse from their hidden-away table.

That had been hours ago. Now, the asari seemed to be watching him. Predatory eyes, emerald green and aqua blue, were trained on Thomas, he could feel it deep in his gut. It was an odd thing to feel like helpless prey, especially when one was a man like Thomas Ford. He had always been on the large side, standing a good head taller than many of his fellow marines. And he had grown accustomed to people giving him a wide berth, even the prideful turians.

To be unmade by asari, the sensual beings that were known for wisdom and peace (among their other, less spoken of traits)… Thomas knew for sure that he was not in Kansas anymore.

Never been to Kansas either… though, that doesn't seem to matter right now.

The two asari watched him with something he pegged as mischievous intent, and Thomas watched them right back, hoping that the look on his face was one of intimidation and "don't fuck with me, alien freaks" rather than "come and mock the dumb, barely evolved primate".

He expected his glare to be returned in kind, or at least for the blue vixens to make like a tree. He wasn't normally rude or confrontational, but he didn't want any more trouble with the aliens, no matter how attractive they were.

Instead, they smiled at him – charming, warm smiles, too – and giggled. Giggled! And not the humiliating kind either. They were the cutesy, feminine giggles that Thomas knew all too well from human women.

Tom's look of confusion only made the asari's smiles grow bigger. He could see them clearly from across the room, whispering and giggling and smiling, all while looking at him. The smiles weren't friendly smiles, either. Well, they were friendly, just way friendlier than simply "friendly" friendly. The smiles the human was receiving were less "greetings, human" and more along the lines of "We're going to mount you like a saddle".

Tom took another gulp of his drink, finishing it. The burn was there, but he paid it no mind. The human did not know whether to get down on his knees and thank his God or beg the old bastard for help.

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"He's a large one, isn't he?" Marrei spoke quietly, toying with the cute little straw that came with her drink. The asari maiden's green eyes were locked on a very specific target, clear across the sparsely populated bar. A human male, tall and broad-shouldered, sculpted like one of the marble titans from his "Earth" she had read so much about.

The human sat at the bar, alone save for the drink that held his attention. The fur that grew from his scalp was black as the void, contrasting nicely against his pale skin. He was not a sickly pale like some salarians were, but a rather alluring shade of apricot. Even when hunched over on a stool, the human had a dominating physical presence due to his impressive stature.

"Humans usually are," replied Marrei's companion, the second maiden, Lataya. The blue-eyed woman took a sip from her own drink. "Compared to us asari, that is."

The closest friends were Marrei and Lataya, ever since they were born only a day apart almost three centuries past. Raised like sisters in a sub-community among the gleaming towers of Serrice, the great metropolis of Thessia, the two girls were nigh inseparable. They had shared many things in their time together, such as schools and homes. They shared responsibilities like paying rent and feeding the pet.

They even shared lovers on occasion – as well as becoming lovers themselves. Exploring each other's mind and body, sharing the pleasure from the guests they brought into their bed, it came as easy as breathing to them, such was asari culture. Being close, being intimate both physically and mentally, it was simply in their blood. In nearly every asari's blood.

"My, my… If humans reproduced like asari, you would think that this one has some krogan blood in him," Marrei said, her voice a low purr as she gazed at her prey hungrily.

Lataya scoffed, leaning back into her seat. Her dress strained delightfully against her generous bosom, her friend noted silently. "It doesn't work like that, Marrei."

Marrei simply smiled and reached out to take a hold of Lataya's hand, her fingers brushing softly against warm blue skin. Lataya's cheeks grew a shade darker, the asari looking away bashfully. She turned her aqua eyes back on the human, avoiding Marrei's sultry look.

Lataya then gave a small smile, blushing harder. "The human is staring at us," She said softly, shyly looking down at her lap while sitting straight and squaring her shoulders. As such, her well-endowed chest became much more prominent. Marrei smiled at that.

You may act like a shy, blushing maiden, but I know better. Much better…

"Good," said the one with emerald eyes, casting a look of her own towards the human to see that he was, in fact, staring. Marrei was pleased that the male looked rather… enraptured by them. "That's why we wear dresses like these." Marrei took a strap on her shoulder and pulled before quickly releasing it, letting it snap against the smooth, swell of her breasts.

Marrei looked back to the human to catch his reaction to her provocative display. It had the desired effect, much to the asari's pleasure. Now wide-eyed, the human continued to stare, though now he looked close to crushing the glass he held in his hand.

"Oh, don't be afraid human," Marrei whispered, plucking at her tiny straw, occasionally sipping her sweet asari honey-mead. "Come closer and speak with us. We won't bite. Much…" She giggled then, more than a little tipsy.

But the human turned away from her, suddenly more interested in the bottom of his glass than the work of art that was Marrei's body. The maiden pouted, shoulders drooping as she sank back into her chair. "Lataya, surely we are not as threatening as the turians and their sharp fangs?"

Her friend and sometimes lover reached over and gently cupped her chin, making her match her gaze. Marrei hummed at the warmth of Lataya's soothing touch.

"Of course not, love." Lataya reassured her, dropping her shy maiden act. She glanced at the beast of a human, head tilting to the side, observing him with no small amount of appreciation. "Though, I do not believe that human is afraid of any turian, no matter how sharp their claws are."

"Then why doesn't he come and join our company? Humans haven't been around for very long, but I know for a fact that we asari closely resemble the females of the species. I'm sure that drinking with us would be far better than sitting by himself! Poor thing looks so lonely!"

Lataya took another sip from her drink, a glowing volus mixture. "Then perhaps we should be the ones to approach first. He does not look like he's been on the station very long. Maybe he's not used to asari. It might be up to us to make sure his first impression of Thessia is a good one."

Marrei bit her lip. "Should we?"

The aqua-eyed maiden nodded. "You and I haven't shared a plaything in a while. It's been four years since Narra, far too long of a wait in my opinion." Lataya smiled as she slowly ran her fingers across her collarbone. "And as you said, he does look rather lonely."

Marrei was not paying much attention then. Her eyes were back on her prey.

"Goddess," She breathed, once again musing over the creature across the room. "Look at his arms! How strong do you think he is?"

Lataya smirked. "Very. Enough to pick us up and toss us around like we weighed nothing."

Marrei shivered at that, her dress suddenly feeling far more constricting than usual. And she could have sworn it had not been quite as warm a moment before. "I can see why the salarians call them brutes."

"Oh, hush!" Lataya snapped, frowning. She always was the sensitive one. "I don't think the human – or any human – would appreciate that!"

Marrei did not take her eyes off of the male. "Spare me the lecture. I happen to like brutes. And so do you, if I recall. Do you remember the krogan we shared last century?" Goddess, she had been a powerhouse.

Marrei stifled another giggle, nearly choking on her drink. "So, your plan is to just go over there and snatch the human away to our den of mischief and pleasure? Convert another alien to the joys of asari?"

"Well, we've never shared a human before and we haven't had the pleasure of a male in years. And this one is certainly a delight to look upon." Lataya shifted in her chair, trailing one finger down to her navel, absently touching herself. Brazen girl, Marrei noted with a smirk. Shy maiden didn't work, so you're going for a more direct approach.

The emerald-eyed asari then gave a wicked smile, plucking the tiny straw from her glass before knocking back the rest of her honey-mead. "It's settled then," She declared, standing up and straightening her dangerously short skirt. Her dress was a form-fitting eye-catcher that barely reached her thighs, the fabric so fine and sheer it was likely to disappear under some water. "I should probably clear my morning appointments for tomorrow. We'll be sleeping in, it seems."

Lataya stood up as well, her dress less snug than her companion's, instead sporting a neckline that dipped all the way down to her navel. It was a wonder how her breasts remained so perky when it was clear she wore no supporting undergarments.

"That's if we get any sleep at all," She quipped.

The asari giggled, catching the human's attention once again.

Much later, Marrei would not be able to decide what she enjoyed more: the long night she and Lataya ended up enjoying with their new plaything or the look on the big, dangerous human's face when he saw two blue beauties descending upon him like birds on their prey.

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A little longer than the chapter I usually put out, but I suppose that's not a bad thing. There will be more to come, as this was just an introduction of sorts. Just to get a feel for the setting and characters.

Honestly, I think that Mass Effect is one of the most progressive video games out there. That's fantastic, really it is. But I'm not the kind of guy who would write about the adventures of a super duper feminist transsexual turian-kin social justice Shepard. As you can tell by now, I am not sorry for being male, nor am I sorry for writing strong male protagonists (or lucky male protagonists). What you read here is what you can continue to expect from me. I write not-weaksauce human men and often they get romantically involved with beautiful women, such as the asari. Rejoice, those who don't like to have slash and turian-smut shoved down your throat.

Moving on, I've got lots of good news for you guys!

The next chapter of my ASOIAF fic, "Wolfsblood", is almost complete and will be posted soon! (For those just joining me, "Wolfsblood" is my unapologetic Stark!Wank fix-it fic) Expect romance and scandal and Robb Stark struggling with things such as: an uncomfortable chair made of swords, beautiful noble ladies all vying for his affections, and his direwolf breaking into the kennels every night.

Also, I have more stories planned! Please check my profile for more information on what's in development!

On an unrelated note (though, it's still good news): I just purchased tickets to the IMAX showing of "Transformers: Age of Extinction"! I simply cannot wait!

Thank you for reading!