Aria
Tonight was really a new low for Commander Shepard. She'd been wrestling with her frustrations for months, but tonight was the night they'd nearly pinned her. Sitting on the couch next to Morinth, looking into the asari's predatory eyes as she promised pleasures beyond imagining, her self-control had been hanging on by its fingernails. Even knowing what the Ardat-Yakshi was, the craving for some kind of release had nearly overwhelmed Shepard before Samara could arrive to deal with her daughter.
Even with Morinth dead, the commander was still feeling the effects of her aborted seduction. Her nerves were frayed, her cock was hard, and she badly needed to find a way to blot everything out for a little while. She wasn't sure that going to Afterlife and downing brandy while a pretty young asari shook her ass on the stage in front of her was the best way to do that, but it was all she had. The thought of being alone again, of twisting and turning in her empty bed while her arousal left her unable to sleep, was too much to bear.
The dancer on stage slunk seductively out of her top, exposing firm blue breasts topped by small, purple nipples as she pinched them between her fingertips, the Spectre felt her erection strain uncomfortably against her pants. Though hardly innocent, the dancer had a fresh-faced quality that made her think of Liara, and the reminder of the woman she loved was only making her frustration worse.
With a disgusted snort, Shepard swallowed down the last of her drink. She'd always had an active libido, but now, she couldn't even enjoy looking without being reminded of the thing Cerberus put between her legs. Turning away from the show, she made her way back over to the bar. "Another brandy," she told the bartender, but the batarian shook his head.
"You're cut off," he told her.
"Cut off?", she snarled. "I've had three drinks. I'm a marine, not some fucking school girl. Give me another brandy!"
She got up in his face and though she could see his four eyes blinking nervously at her presence, the bartender stood his ground. "Hey, it's not my call. You don't like it, you can take it up with Aria. She's the one who told me to cut you off."
"Aria? Since when does she…." She stopped herself with an exasperated wave of her hand. There was no way this minion knew why Aria did anything. "Never mind. I'll ask her myself."
The guards she brushed past seemed to be expecting her, and when the commander stormed into Aria's private box, the old asari barely raised an eyebrow at her appearance.
"Shepard," she asked dryly, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"You tell me," she snapped, not remotely in the mood for Aria's games that night. "Are my credits not good here anymore? Did you really think I couldn't handle another drink?"
"It's not the booze I'm worried about," pirate retorted blithely. "You reek of self-pity." She paused, turning away to look out at Omega through the one-way glass. "You know, my men found the thing you killed tonight. Did she crawl inside your head and make you feel bad about yourself?" Shepard looked away, not inclined to share her problems with this criminal. Aria, though, seemed to sense her weakness and followed, stepping back into the Spectre's sight line. "No, that's not entirely it," she continued as she looked the human up and down. "I almost missed the pile of sexual frustration."
"How would you know?", Shepard replied, unnerved by Aria's insight.
"I've owned a flesh pot for a few hundred years, Spectre," she explained disdainfully. "I think I can tell when someone needs to get laid. It's not exactly a surprise," she added, taking another step towards Shepard. "Those creatures specialize in making people want them and since you're still alive, I'm assuming you didn't let her seal the deal."
"Fine. I'm frustrated," Shepard conceded. "Are you happy now?" She backed off, trying to maintain her distance. Aria's proximity wasn't making her unwanted arousal any better. She wouldn't trust the matriarch further than she could throw her, but she exuded a feral sexuality that was not what the Spectre needed in her personal space just then.
"Well, if that's all it is, then I don't see the problem. I'm sure one of my girls would be happy to help the famous Hero of the Citadel out. Some of them would probably even do it for free."
The commander took another step back. "If I need your help getting laid, I'll ask for it."
Aria's brow furrowed in surprise at the nervousness beneath Shepard's words. As much as the pirate liked to cultivate an intimidating persona, she very much doubted it was her the Spectre was afraid of. She was, after all, the woman who killed Saren Arterius and the mystery of what had her spooked was an intriguing one. "Then ask," Aria insisted, a wicked smile crossing her purple lips.
"No… I, I can't," Shepard fumbled, and that's when Aria saw it. There was a bulge in-between the Spectre's legs and if there was one thing she'd learned back when she was a dancer in Afterlife, it was when someone was trying to hide an erection.
"What's this?" she asked, reaching out and running a purple finger along the curve of Shepard's hip, dangerously close to the swell of her cock. "I didn't think human women were supposed to have these."
"They're not," Shepard said defensively, failing to keep the hurt out of her voice. She tried to pull back once more, but this time, she'd run out of space, finding herself bumping into the wall of Aria's office. "Cerberus did it to me."
Aria shook her head disdainfully. "How naughty of them. Still, I don't see what you're so upset about. So you've got a dick. Go find somebody to fuck with it."
Shepard brought a hand to her head, squeezing her throbbing temples. Even in here, she could feel the pulsing weight of the music and combined with Aria's needling, she felt like her brain was about to explode. "Will you just shut up and leave me alone?", she asked, her voice more pleading than she wanted it to be.
Looking at the frustrated Spectre, Aria came to a decision. You didn't live a thousand years without learning how to keep things interesting, and this was definitely too interesting not to pursue further. She stepped back and put her hands on her hips, a fierce challenge in her dark eyes. "Make me."
Shepard stared at her like she'd lost her mind. "What the hell do you mean by that?"
"I mean, you want me to shut up, then make me. You're supposed to be a Spectre, not a whining volus with his nuts caught in a vise."
And that was when Shepard snapped. Pushing away from the wall, she advanced on the asari with a furious glint in her eyes. She wasn't quite sure what she intended to do when she reached her, but as it turned out, Aria made that decision for. The pirate grabbed her by the back of the head and, while she was too stunned to react, she kissed her.
Shepard had been kissed plenty of times before, but never like this. This wasn't the kind of loving embrace she had shared with Liara or the empty passion she'd felt during the brief affairs that had been the norm for her before meeting the archeologist. This kiss was fierce, almost angry, and as Aria's tongue pushed past her lips, Shepard's instincts kicked in. Growling into Aria's mouth, she pulled back just enough to bite her lower lip right above the dark purple stripe that divided her chin.
Aria smiled wolfishly, relishing the pain. "That's better. I knew the real Shepard had to be in there somewhere." She grabbed the Spectre's uniform shirt and tilted her head, but this time she went for her neck rather than her lips, her mouth leaving a red mark on the human's pale skin. Shepard scarcely cared. Something animalistic was overcoming her, and in response, she grabbed the asari's white leather coat and yanked it off of her shoulders, leaving her torso covered only by her black vest.
"You better hope you didn't rip that," Aria warned as she pulled open Shepard's uniform shirt.
"Bill Cerberus," she snarled back, tearing open the straps on her vest.
Aria let out an amused snort at that. "I just might." She was glad the woman was showing some spirit. Twenty minutes of getting eaten out by one of her dancers was a good way to take the edge off, but it was nowhere near as interesting as fucking someone who could keep up with her.
Aria ripped open Shepard's bra and as she grabbed one of the commander's tits and roughly squeezed the nipple, Shepard felt her cock straining against her pants. Unlike before, it didn't bother her. She was too far gone for shame, and she really didn't give a shit what Aria thought about the state of her body. She did care what she did to it though, and when the asari's other hand dropped between her legs and stroked her erection through her pants, Shepard strained into her touch.
"Fuck" the commander forced out through gritted teeth, failing to hide how turned on she was by the attention being paid to her needy shaft.
"Been a while, I see," Aria taunted, giving her cock a little squeeze while helping her to finishing removing the vest. "Don't worry. I'll show you what goes where."
Shepard took hold of a purple breast, stroking the dark nipple between her fingers. "I think I can figure it out on my own."
"Show me," the asari insisted sarcastically, but she had to admit that Shepard's touch was fairly deft and as the commander's mouth found hers again, her teeth nipping at her bottom lip, she let out a slight moan, arousal pooling in her azure.
The asari taste like liquor and sex and lightning and Shepard was exhilarated to have finally provoked a physical response in her. "Having fun?", she asked, a dangerous edge in her voice.
"Hey, I'm not the one who's about to cream her pants," Aria laughed. She could feel Shepard pulsing beneath her hand, and she backed off, running her hand over the commander's firm abs instead. Physically, the woman was all hard power, and Aria looked forward to sampling it. It had been too long since she'd had a partner really worth her time.
Shutting the asari up with another kiss, Shepard's tongue explored her mouth as she dragged Aria across the officer and towards her famous couch. The pirate, though, wasn't ready to give up control just yet. With a deft motion, she shoved Shepard away from her, and as she landed with a thud on the sofa, Aria dropped down, straddling the Spectre. Sitting on top of her, she could feel Shepard's erection rubbing against her azure even through multiple layers of clothing, and she pressed against it, the contact pleasurable for the both of them. The human's hand went to the back of her crest and pulled her in for another kiss, grinding against Aria as she massaged her sensitive ridges.
Pushing Shepard back off of her, Aria stood up, unbuttoning her tight pants. She slid the black leather off of her hips along with her underwear, and as the self-styled Queen of Omega stood naked above her, Shepard had to undo her own pants to stop from busting straight through them. The asari's sleek purple form was undeniably gorgeous, lean and strong, and the wetness on the outside of her azure glistened invitingly, only inches away from her face.
While Shepard stared, Aria bent down and reached into the human's boxers, wrapping her hand around the hard cock at the center of the commander's stress. Cerberus might have engineered the thing, but it felt remarkably real, throbbing urgently in her palm as she rubbed it's length.
Trying not to burst all over the hand gripping her, Shepard pushed her pants and underwear off as Aria lowered herself back onto the Spectre. She didn't start by taking her inside though, inside sliding the head of the human's cock along the length of her own clit. A strangled sound came from Shepard at the touch of slick flesh on her member and a sudden burst of wetness poured out, coating the outside of Aria's azure in sticky fluid. Aria smirked at the reaction she'd provoked, but Shepard was out of patience. "Quit fucking teasing," she snarled, grabbing Aria's hips, "And fuck me."
"Whatever you say, commander," Aria replied sarcastically, but though the smirk never left her lips, she could feel her inner walls flutter with anticipation at the thought of being filled by the powerful Spectre. Putting one hand on the human's cock, she lowered herself onto her, taking her impressive length in a single, skillful motion.
The Spectre gasped, biting her lip at the incredible feeling of Aria's warmth swallowing her up. She nearly came on the spot, another small spurt of wetness escaping her cock when she slipped past the asari's tight entrance, but she managed to force back her climax a little longer. She started moving slowly, just making small motions inside the beautiful asari while kissing her scaled breasts, but Aria was unwilling to let her get acclimated to the pleasure she was feeling. She gyrated her hips, rocking back and forth on top of Shepard, and her every motion sent bolts down the Spectre's cock and through her whole body. Shepard realized she couldn't last long, and so she decided to go the other way. Her strong hands gripped the pirate's hips and she began thrusting as deeply into her as she could.
"Fuck, yes," Aria growled, bending Shepard backwards with her hands as she massaged her breasts. Don't hold back, Shepard," she demanded, her voice low and insistent, "Give me what you've got."
The Spectre obliged, pumping faster into Aria while her fingers dug into the firm flesh of her ass. She was too deprived to keep it up much longer though, not with the friction of each stroke and the sight of the gorgeous pirate riding her pushing her over the edge. The accumulated pressure of months cried out for release, and when she finally gave in to it, a desperate sigh escaped her lungs, her cock exploding over and over again, flooding the asari's azure with more come than she would have believed she could produce.
As her final spurts spilled out into Aria, Shepard slumped down panting, her badly needed climax having left her temporarily unable to form words. Aria, however, remained unsatisfied. She'd enjoyed Shepard's orgasm but she hadn't shared it, and she was just getting ready to insist that the human find another way to finish her off when she realized something: the Spectre wasn't going soft inside her.
"Well, that's interesting," she said with a laugh.
"What is?", Shepard asked, the asari's voice pulling her out of her short-lived state of post-orgasmic bliss.
"You're still hard."
The commander shook her head in confusion. "Why the hell is that?"
"How should I know?", the asari shrugged. "But it means you can finish what you started instead of lying there like some pathetic fucking kid who just banged his first girlfriend."
"If you insist," Shepard told her, but much to Aria's surprise, she didn't simply start thrusting again. With a sudden burst of motion, she yanked the two of them to their feet, her cock sliding out of Aria's azure as she spun the asari around so that she was facing the window looking out onto the floor of Afterlife. Aria was impressed by the Spectre's strength and speed. She'd wanted the human to show some initiative after all; no need to knock her back on her ass with a biotic flare just because she'd obliged.
Looking at Aria's fantastic ass as she bent over, a trickle of the commander's fluid still dripping out of her azure, Shepard's cock twitched with renewed need. Slowly, she stroked her length, marveling at its continuing hardness and letting her anticipation build.
"Get on with it," Aria growled and Shepard grabbed on to the asari's hips, running her hands over her taut ass as she lined up the tip of her cock with her azure. The mixture of her release and Aria's arousal lubricated her path and she slid easily back inside despite the tightness of her channel.
This time, Shepard felt like she had better control of herself, her first climax having taken the edge off, and she tried to focus on Aria's pleasure if for no other reason than to avoid hearing any more of her shit. Keeping her thrusts slow, she reached around, one hand finding the hard point of the asari's clit and stroking it while she fucked her. It was tricky to coordinate her movements, but she had superb reflexes and when she heard Aria groan with pleasure, she felt a tug of pride.
"You like that?", she purred as her mouth nipped along the scaled skin of Aria's back, tasting the salt of her sweat. "Does the Queen of Omega like getting bent over and fucked?" She never talked this way during sex, but something about Aria seemed to bring it out in her and if the pirate could dish it out, than she could take it too.
"Fuck, you're an idiot," Aria chocked out as Shepard thrust deep into her, pressing her tits against the glass of the window with the force of her thrusts.
"Really?", she snarled, speeding up the motion of her hand on the asari's clit and relishing the fresh flood of arousal she coaxed out of Aria. "So you're not enjoying this?"
Suddenly, Aria tightened her azure around Shepard, making the Spectre gasp as a second climax crashed unexpectedly into view. The pirate felt herself getting close to the edge as well, and as she focused on her pleasure, she didn't feel like sparing the breath to explain. Instead, Shepard had only an instant's warning before the meld started, seeing the reflection of Aria's eyes blackening in the window a second before her thoughts hurled themselves at the Specter.
Shepard was too far gone to consider refusing and as the meld solidified, she found herself pushed to the limits of her endurance. The sheer pleasure was Aria was feeling, with her azure filled and her clit stimulated, combined with the thrill of fucking someone worth her time was nearly enough to finish Shepard off as well.
Holding back as best she could, she angled her cock, rubbing it against the swollen spot along Aria's inner wall that she now knew the asari wanted her to hit. Another wave of Aria's pleasure hit her when she got it right and as her shaft twitched inside the asari, she pressed her thumb hard against her clit, desperate to get the pirate off before she completely lost control of herself.
"More," the asari insisted across the meld, and Shepard did her best to oblige, throwing herself completely into their joining. The line between the delicious friction on her cock and the way it was stretching Aria's azure started to blur and as the last threads of her self-control slipped away, Shepard could no longer tell or care where their climax was going to begin from. Instead, she just let out a final cry of ecstasy, burying herself as far into that wonderful heat as she could, her body going rigid as a second, even more powerful orgasm overtook the both of them.
For a long moment, rational thought left Shepard entirely. She could feel nothing but Aria's azure milking her release out of her along with the trembling orgasm radiating from the center of the asari's being and into her mind, blotting out everything but their mutual pleasure.
Aria was content to ride out their climax as well, letting out a long series of gasps and moans as the waves of bliss flowed back and forth between them, but as soon as soon as it faded, her one-time lover became all business once more. Abruptly, she pulled off of Shepard's softening cock, paying the Spectre's sweaty body little mind as she went to pick up her clothes from where they had been carelessly flung.
"Do you get it now," the asari asked her caustically.
The question might have seemed random to an outside observer, but not to Shepard. And she did get it. As the commander looked back on her memories of the meld, buried beneath the pleasure and the animal lust was a truth she hadn't realized until Aria had showed it to her.
Shepard nodded but Aria vocalized her point anyway. This Spectre might be formidable but she also seemed a bit dense when it came to sex. "Asari don't give a shit, Shepard," she reminded her. "I've been banged by krogan, eaten out by salarians, and tentacle-fucked by a hanar once. If it can get us off and there's a mind behind it that we're interested in, the details of the anatomy don't matter to us. You've been so busy tying yourself into knots about how you were going to explain your new dick to that precious little maiden of yours that you never realized she wouldn't care."
Aria was right, the commander realized as she hunted around on the floor for her own clothes. The woman might be a complete ass, but with her head clear and her body satisfied for the first time in months, Shepard had to admit that the pirate had just done her a huge favor and some day, she promised herself, she would find a way to repay her. For now though, she had to prepare for a trip to Ilium and a lot of groveling.
Whew, that was a long one. I haven't written Aria much so let me know what you thought of my take on her and the chapter in general as well as who you might like to see next. For now, having finished this chapter as well as 4th Life, I promise to get some updates for Terminal Diagnosis soon.