Time: Circa 7369 BCE
Location: Nequailan Plains, Thessia
This one goes out to all you lovers out there. Relax, get comfortable and snuggle with your partner as we regale you with an ancient cautionary tale for pleasure seekers of every stripe. Anyone you ask will agree: of all the species of the galaxy none are more appealing, more sensual, more enticing then the asari. A race comprised of only females, asari have been endowed with natural biotic abilities and great telepathic powers in addition to their physical beauty and grace. These powers allow them to almost literally meld minds with their chosen partners no matter what sex, no matter what species. Be it procreation or pleasure, for the asari it's all a state of mind.
The asari consort; like the Geisha of planet Earth, they are specially trained in the arts of giving pleasure and comfort to their clientele. On their homeworld of Thessia, asari wishing to be consorts attend special academies to train and learn from the wisdom and experience of their long lived instructors. A consort is expert in not just lovemaking, but also music, song, dance, tea preparation, medicine, psychology and history. A client may wish to indulge in carnal desires his or her mate were reluctant to, or they may only wish to hear a ballad or be reaffirmed as a person of value. The ideal consort was an asari for all seasons…
But these two honeys just wanted to get laid!
Yondel and Nevani were two rock 'n roll asari just looking for a good time wherever they could find it. Becoming consorts meant sex, money and even more sex. The two horndogs, having so much in common, became fast friends at their academy and did well against expectations. It often helps to have a very willing study buddy! By day they were good little asari and followed the rote and rule of the school. At night… they couldn't wait to show each other what they learned in class!
Nevani was the more adventurous of the two; nothing was out of bounds for her. As much fun as Yondel was having, Nevani wanted more. A junkie looking for a new high, every time Nevani reached a new sexual plateau she wanted to go even further. She had exhausted every technique in the scrolls as well as her giddy partner. There just had to be more. And Nevani knew exactly where she could find it.
Hard work and diligence paid off for Nevani, who landed the coveted position of acolyte to the head consort of her academy. Not only was this asari leader of the school, she was also very much on active duty servicing very exclusive clients in her home. Nevani was learning from the best. Or more like prepping and cleaning up after it. Still, if she couldn't learn directly from a master there was always the next best thing. The true object of her quest:
The head consort's pillow book.
Nevani had heard whispers about a forbidden technique called the Pillar of Eternity. Only the most highly skilled of consorts would even dare attempt it, if they had the lack of sense to. In essence, it was a non-stop orbit around Planet O. Legend had it that two asari spent a month locked in this ultimate glory and lived to tell about it. Surely the book would have the technique written up in every detail. Unfortunately for Nevani, the coveted scroll was bolted to a rather large podium in the head consort's home, so she couldn't exactly sneak away with it.
Nevertheless, our little tart was undeterred. The head consort kept a strict schedule atomic clocks could be set to, with blocks of time where Nevani could safely browse the scroll, careful not to leave any indication that it was tampered with. After searching every titillating position, every obscene scripture, she finally found the entry. The Pillar of Eternity was real and Nevani was ready to climb it. Over the next several painstaking days, the eager acolyte rolled up to the entry, jotting down every juicy bit until it was hers to own. All she needed now was a time and place.
A mile or so from the academy was a flowing stream, with a series of shallow caves offering a romantic view of the Thessian skies and stars; the perfect place to reach unparalleled heights of passion. Yondel and Nevani snuck out of their dormitory late that night and made their way to this secluded area, bringing along Nevani's scrawled notes. By firelight, they made themselves ready for the big moment, engaging in extended foreplay. Writhing and sliding against one another, this was sure to be a life changing experience for both of them. They had mastered every other technique and the Pillar would be their crowning achievement. Who cares if they were caught? The euphoria alone would be worth any punishment the academy could conceive. The two sex-tronauts got into position, completed all pre-flight checks. All systems were go for launch. Three… two… one…
Blast off…
The first twenty minutes must have defied description; each of their climaxes feeding into each other and generating yet another. Winning the lottery a million times over and having fashion models delivered to your doorstep on platinum trays three times a day would not even begin to describe the feeling of the waves of absolute pleasure washing over them. A strong blue biotic glow enveloped the cave. The light could be seen for miles around.
Even from the bedroom window of the head consort.
Soon it proved to be a bit too much for Yondel, who tried in vain to break free of her lover's embrace. Even Nevani, who so wanted to get off, wanted off. But the chain reaction their joining initiated would not be denied. The glow pulsated in time with their accelerating rhythms. Every nerve, every muscle was firing overloading, and straining past the breaking point until blood vessels in their brains, hearts and lungs burst in one final orgasmic, biotic explosion.
Blood was found oozing out of every orifice in Yondel and Nevani's bodies…. the parts of their bodies that could be identified. The Pillar was really only meant for short bursts and should have been akin to a cork riding a wave of highs and lows. But Nevani had built up high levels of tolerance and demand from her sex-capades, turning this wave ride into a rocket blasting straight past the event horizon and straight down into a black hole. Yes, lovers, there is such thing as too much of a good thing; everything in moderation. Savor those few blessed moments. Anticipate the next ones. Those who do not take the lesson of this story to heart may be setting themselves upon a doomed path…
To Eternity… and beyond!
Way #1001: Mindf***ed