Vetra Nyx

This group of humans were pretty weird, but their credits were good. Spirits, from what I'd read up on them, they were better than good. I couldn't figure out where they'd come from, but I could hardly begrudge people dropping their identities for an entirely new one.

"Sandosen, right?" I asked as the human in charge approached, flanked by two others. I was pretty sure the flanking humans were females, they looked like pale brown skinned asari, but I hadn't exactly interacted with many humans.

"That's me, you Vetra Nyx?" the human in front asked. I gave the translator a chance to relay what he'd said, and nodded.

"Got the shipment ready for you, if you've got the other half of the payment," I said as I leaned back against a shipping crate. My posture was relaxed, but one hand was by the butt of my rifle while the other was ready to activate a shield booster. I had good vibes from them, but I didn't last this long by not taking precautions.

Sandosen's head moved back and forth, and the shortest of the humans lifted her arm and pressed a few keys on her omnitool. My visor confirmed that the credits had been transferred, and my mandibles spread in a smile. Bringing the hand that had been by my rifle, I pressed a few buttons on the side of my visor, sending the signal to finish the delivery.

"Shipment's on its way to Hanger B12, got to say, it's a bit of an odd request you had," I said, deciding not to be subtle in my curiosity. These guys were pretty clearly not used to dealing with the Terminus crowd, and from all the interactions I'd had with them setting this deal up, I had a pretty good read on them.

"Ship's got some repairs needed," he said, bluntly, matter of factly. Well now, this was interesting.

"And you didn't order replacement parts instead of raw components?" I asked.

"Really don't want to have to deal with the morons in Citadel Space, and more than that, ship's second hand with a large number of custom components," was the immediate response.

Honestly as far as excuses went, it was pretty damn good. While the major governments all conformed to specific designs for their own ships, and the physics of space travel made certain aspects universal, there were countless people out there who would design their own ship from scratch.

But even with how new humans were to the wider galaxy, I could tell there was something else that he wasn't saying. Her curiosity was piqued, I'd have to put out some feelers, get a better idea of what he and his group were after.

Bear Sandosen

"Everything that we ordered arrive?" I asked Cameron as she stepped out of the crate holding the shipment.

"Yes, there will be enough there to rebuild the Interdimensional Drive, but it will take some time before we are building it and have it installed," she answered.

"How long?" Nikhol asked as she piloted the shuttle towards the Mass Relay.

Cameron was silent for a few seconds, something which had me a little concerned if it was taking her that long to calculate, before she answered, "Approximately ten weeks."

"Oh goody," I muttered under my breath. "So two and a half months before we can move on and get back to organizing a means of saving the Omniverse."

"Think of it this way," Kara's voice piped in through the comm channel. "It's probably going to be our last chance to relax for a while. We should treat this as a vacation. From what I'm reading, there's ruins all over the galaxy that are at least fifty thousand years old."

Nikhol perked up in her seat, the archaeologist in her clearly intrigued. I chuckled in amusement, knowing that pretty soon she'd be taking the shuttle out to the closest Prothean dig site she could find. Probably drag someone else to go with her when she went, which only made it more amusing.

Still, I guess it wouldn't be too bad, we could do some jobs, stock up on some eezo and medigel, and then when we left, we'd have some additional supplies that we wouldn't if we'd never been marooned here. So, silver linings, I guess? Although… considering that surprise gift that Tara Q left me with, maybe I should try to find some biotics to have a lot of sex with?

I felt weird considering having sex with women just because it would give me a new ability, but now that I knew it was possible, I couldn't help that it would pop in my head. Pushing that thought aside, I turned my focus onto what else was available in this world for the girls to visit and enjoy. I… honestly wasn't quite sure, I'd need to do some research. Much as the Citadel would be interesting to visit, I didn't want to risk the fan theory about it indoctrinating those on it being true.

"Approaching the relay," Nikhol's voice pulled me from my musings.

A smile spread across my face, as the relay drew ever closer. It didn't matter the method, I would never get tired of seeing faster than light travel. With Mass Relays, it was more a physical sensation than a sight like with Hyperspace in Star Wars. It was a little like standing on a bus, the inertia making you slide back a bit, but not enough to make you lose your footing. Coming back to normal space was basically entering the relay, just in reverse. It was as we were approaching the Yamato, I blinked as I took in the space around it.

"Correct me if I'm mistaken, but these ships weren't here when we left were they?" I asked half sarcastically.

"You are not, and an analysis of the damage suggests that they were destroyed by the Yamato's ancillary weapons," Cameron answered. I glanced over to her and raised an eyebrow, surprised at the almost eager expression on her face.

Before I could say or ask anything, the comm line let out a crackle followed by Lisa's voice, "Glad to see you, we had some particularly rude houseguests. We had a bit of a disagreement on proper guest rights."

"Pirates, slavers, or both?" I asked with a deadpan.

"Why are you ruining my fun, Bear? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" I didn't need a videofeed to know that someone (probably Taylor) was patting Lisa on the shoulder.

Of the three, Lisa's pregnancy had hit her the hardest. Particularly the moodswings, she'd go from bubbly to depressed in the blink of an eye. Her power didn't help, telling her the exact hormonal cocktail that was causing her emotions to go on a roller coaster ride. Hyacinth and Luna's pregnancies weren't affecting them as badly, Hyacinth actually having the easiest time with her pregnancy.

From the way they'd been progressing, I strongly suspected that Lisa would stop with just the one child. Hyacinth I could easily see wanting more, she had mentioned wanting to have a large family and I'd occasionally see her sitting off by herself, rubbing at her belly with a soft smile. Luna I wasn't sure about, she hadn't given me any vibes the same way that Lisa and Hyacinth had.

I put my thoughts on potential future pregnancies out of my mind as the shuttle came to a stop. Together with Nikhol and Cameron, the three of us unloaded the storage unit in the back with Vetra's delivery. Once it was unloaded, I rolled my neck with a satisfying series of pops and turned to face them.

"I'm going to let the others know we're effectively on a two and a half month vacation, we'll come up with some vacation goals and figure out a plan from there. Do either of you have anything in particular you're interested in?" I asked.

"For the moment, I will make use of the shuttle and a space suit to salvage what I can from the wreckage of the attackers," Cameron answered.

"Kara mentioned archaeological sites, I am going to a bare minimum of one," Nikhol said, her voice almost threatening. Or it would be, if I had any intention of stopping her. Instead I nodded and gave them a smile before I turned and made my way to the more leisurely part of the ship. I sent a message, and I was soon surrounded by the rest of the Family.

All in all, the news of how long the repairs would take went over better than I anticipated. I think prefacing it as Kara's vacation suggestion helped a lot. Almost immediately the room was filled with a dozen different ideas and places to go.

Lana at least made her end easy by simply volunteering to be Nikhol's minder on the dig she'd invade. Nikhol looked offended, and was about to say something, but Lana just sent a knowing look at her, and she sat down with a petulant grumble. Rhonda asked for something akin to the Highland Games, which Hyacinth volunteered to go with her. Sirius, of course, then said he'd tag along, that it'd be interesting to see the Games on another planet. Hermione obviously wanted to see a library, which Taylor offered to go with her. Tonks, to my surprise, wanted to see a movie set, and Kara offered to join. Lisa said she'd be fine with trolling people on the extranet, and Luna wanted to see some alien animals. Poison Ivy was in a similar situation as Luna, but she wanted to see plants instead, and Harley volunteered herself to be, in her words, "Red's Lana".

We'd agreed to decide on our first destination in the morning, but until then, I decided to see about updating the League about our current situation. Stepping out, I closed my eyes and concentrated.

When I opened my eyes, they immediately opened so wide I was afraid they'd fall out of my head. I had indeed arrived in the appropriate universe, but I'd arrived at a front row view of Diana when she had two fingers sliding into her wet pussy. I admit, it was easily in the top three fastest times I'd gone from soft to hard. Her gorgeous blue eyes opened, only to widen in shock as she saw me. I'm fortunate that she recognized me before she did something that killed me.

"Bear, it has been a long time," she said instead, sitting up and gracing me with a smile, the instant connection we'd felt at our first meeting snapping back into place as though we'd never spent a moment apart. "You can tell me what happened after."

It was obvious in hindsight, but in my defense I was a bit distracted at that moment, "After?"

She smiled, reaching down with the fingers she had just been masturbating with and spreading herself open. I needed no more invitation than that, in less than a minute my clothes were on the floor and I was crawling up onto her bed. I had planned on giving her some attention with my tongue, but just as I was leaning in, she grabbed onto me and pulled me up to give me a searing kiss. Her tongue slipped past my lips and plundered my mouth, spiking my arousal.

My lips would definitely be bruised, but hot damn was it worth it to kiss her again. When she finally released me, I looked into her eyes.

"Diana…"

"I have missed you, Bear. It is good to see you, and will be even better to feel you inside me. I will let you know when I am ready for your tongue, but right now I need to fuck you." She said, reaching down to grab my cock and pull me toward her.

"As...you wish."

I surrendered to her desire. She wanted to fuck me and she did. It was so good that I almost came before she had me buried all the way inside her. I didn't want to cum so soon, and I wanted to see her eyes when she came. That meant I had to take my time, and I was rewarded for it. Her moans were the best part of it, but she was clearly getting close too.

"I was so close before you arrived, my darling Bear," she growled. "Imagining our reunion. Fuck me. Make me come!"

I rolled us over, putting her on top so she could move at the pace she desired, and she arched her back to give me better access to her mesmerizing mammaries. I reached up, palming the large, perfect breasts in front of me, and combining the force I knew she could handle and the reverence that they deserved. That she deserved. She started bucking her hips, rubbing against me and I could feel her heat through our joining. She was close, and I was just as desperate to see her eyes roll back in her head.

She must have felt my hands tighten on her tits, because she looked down at me, eyes wide.

"Don't stop, don't stop!" She cried out, and I could feel her muscles clenching around me. "Come for me, Bear!"

That did it for me, I placed my feet on her bed for better leverage, and drove myself as deep into her as I could. She screamed, arching her back and throwing her head back, and I followed her over the edge.

After we had both caught our breath, she leaned down to kiss me, and then lay over top of me, sighing.

"I am glad you showed up," she said as I struggled to regain my breath. "How have things gone with your preparations?"

I let out a sound that was half laugh half groan, "Diana, you would not believe what happened."

Bear Sandosen

All in all, Diana took the revelation that the Anti-Monitor had his own version of, well, us pretty well. Especially the summarization of the Iron-Man armor as "Think a version of Batman that had the nickname of World's Greatest Engineer with a fetish for power armor." Her response was to nod, send a message to the rest of the League, followed by a declaration.

"I will be going with you," she said quite firmly.

"Not that I'm complaining," I began. "But you did catch the part where we are treating the time in that universe as a vacation, right? We won't exactly be able to do much until we get the ship fully repaired."

She smiled, "I did, but as my business on Earth is settled, now seems a suitable time for me to join you as we discussed before you left to secure aid from the alternate Earth. Additionally, I wish to meet the women who joined you when you left that world."

Well it wouldn't hurt, and I would be lying if I said I'd never considered how introducing the Coven to her would go. With a shrug, I stood and held a hand out for her to take. With that warm smile of hers, she took the offered hand, and I narrowed my eyes in concentration. Moving between worlds was weird, and I suspected that I would never get used to it.

All the same, the sight that we were greeted with as we arrived was quite pleasant. Nikhol was bent over, on her knees with her rear pointed in the direction that Diana and I had arrived in. Her face was buried between Kara's legs, and from the way the blonde kryptonian's hips were moving it was quite obvious what the sith lady was doing. Straddling Kara's own head was Lana, who was enjoying the ministrations of the younger blonde's tongue. All three were naked.

I glanced over at Diana and said, "I'm pretty sure my dimension hopping power has a sexual destination baked into it."

The three in the middle of a lesbian threesome all gave a start, Nihkol's head lifting from here she'd been devouring Kara and Lana turning to look at us. Both sith's eyes immediately took in both me and Diana, and Nikhol gave a grin.

"Well, don't just stand there, we have room for two more," Nikhol said with a purr as she reached back with a hand and spread open her lower lips.

Well, how could I refuse an invitation like that?

I left the four women to talk and catch up, Kara happily describing the benefits of the chokers to Diana, and made my way to the Engine Room to see if Cameron needed anything. I didn't think she would, but it wouldn't hurt to check. When I got to the Engine Room, it looked a hell of a lot better than it did the last time I was here. Granted, that time resulted in a chicken legged, rodent hunting robot chomping down on my arm.

Cameron was easily spotted, sitting at a table with a number of raw materials in front of her as she consulted a set of blueprints. Walking over to her, I checked to make sure she wasn't working with anything delicate before wrapping my arms around her midsection.

"Hello, Bear," she said easily as she tapped a few buttons on her omnitool.

"Planning on having that built into you?" I asked her.

"I have already added it to my endoskeleton," she responded, leaning back slightly against my chest. "It is a most useful technology, though I have made sure that my subroutines and consciousness are not connected to it."

I blinked, thinking that it would be useful to be able to interface with it mentally, before realizing why, "To make sure you aren't hacked?"

"Correct. Even if the risk is small, the danger I would represent should anything manage to do so is unacceptable. I will not allow myself to be used against our Family," she said, her voice turning hard at the end.

I chuckled, gently kissing the top of her head and sitting down next to her, "Any issues with the repairs?"

"None. I will be reviewing the blueprints for another two days before I begin the construction properly utilizing both the onboard fabricator as well as the micro fabricator in the omnitool," she explained, making me blink in surprise.

"Reviewing the blueprints will take that long?" I asked.

"Yes. The technology is extremely complex, and the importance of it means that it must be working perfectly. Therefore I am taking measures to ensure that it works at full functionality once it is installed."

I wasn't even remotely tech-oriented, so I simply trusted her on her assessment on how long it would take. Pulling up my own omni-tool, I opened up the future version of Kindle and got back to reading the ebook I'd started the other day. Turns out that this timeline had a lot more Sherlock Holmes stories and a couple more books, as the temporary death at Reichenbach Falls wasn't a thing. The hours upon hours I'd spent in my high school library with their copy of the annotated collection of the stories had been magical.

Lisa got a bit annoyed when Taylor first told her about this fact, but it was all in good fun. Either way, I took in the adventures of my favorite detective that weren't written in any of our own timelines.

"So, we have a few possible destinations," I said the next morning, looking over the whiteboard with everyone's desired vacation activities. "The colony of Elysium has a festival that's a combination of the Olympics and Highland Games in a month and a half, so that gives us a specific time frame that we can work with."

"So we need to decide on a few destinations before then," Lisa mused aloud, sitting between Taylor and Hyacinth.

"We also need to bring a medical team onboard," Kara pointed out. "Especially a pediatrician or two. I can build some Kryptonian medical equipment, but that won't replace a real doctor."

The entire Family was in the Rec Room as we planned out our itinerary for our time in this universe, arguing back and forth for specific destinations and activities. Sirius was the only one who hadn't chipped in an opinion, due to the fact that for some reason he'd shifted to his Animagus form and started barking as soon as he caught eye of Diana. Hyacinth had needed to conjure a rolled-up newspaper and smack him on the snout to get him to stop. We finally settled on making a trip into Asari space first, setting course for a planet a short ways away from Illium that hadn't been in the games, but was noted as having a library on it that was older than the discovery of the Citadel.

That got Taylor and Hermione excited, but I have to admit, the look on Nikhol's face when she heard that there were physical books there from that time had me a little worried. Still, the trip to the system was uneventful, and within two days we had the Yamato parked outside the system and the first group was heading out on the shuttle. Said first group consisted of Nikhol, Hermione, Taylor, myself, Diana, and Kara.

Of the six of us, Hermione and Nikhol were clearly the most excited, the former practically bouncing in her seat as Nikhol piloted us to the planet. Once we landed, the two… to be perfectly honest, nerds were out of the shuttle before the rest of us had even finished getting out of our chairs. I shared an amused chuckle with Taylor and Kara, and we joined the two bookworms as they all but raced to the library.

It was easy to see, as the structure dominated the city skyline. At a conservative guess, I'd say that it rivaled some of the big name skyscrapers from early 21st century Earth. But rather than being a single, straight tower, it more resembled a pyramid, for lack of a better way of putting it. It wasn't a full pyramid, the top of the building was flat rather than pointed, but there was a very noticeable incline along the sides of the building. Eyeballing it, It'd say that the sides of the roof were roughly half as wide as the base.

It was also a lot more spartan and plain than the rest of the buildings, the basic shape and gray exterior having none of the lights and frills that the surrounding buildings had. It almost looked like an entirely different architectural philosophy had gone into building it. Hermione had a wide smile on her face as she approached it, looking up at the building with unabashed eagerness as we made our way over. In contrast, Nikhol kept her face and demeanor impassive as she eyed the building, and Taylor was clearly biting her lip in order to keep herself from breaking out into a fit of giggles.

"Well, ladies," I said with an exaggerated southern drawl and I dipped into a low bow, gesturing to the main entrance. "Shall we?"

Kara giggled, Diana smiled, and Taylor shook her head with a laugh. The six of us walked into the building, the front lobby being large and open, with several people milling about in the areas where the other books were housed. However, my attention was drawn to two people standing in the middle of the room, talking to each other and occasionally glancing over to where we were. The first one, an asari who looked to be in the equivalent of early-twenties, had a large book held in her hands. The other was a salarian, tapping away at their omni-tool.

I could have made a scene, but considering that we were the only humans in the building so far as I'd seen, I decided to assume that it was because of that rather than anything malicious. Instead, I joined the girls as they made their way to the kind of map displays you see in big casinos and conventions. Never thought I'd see one in a library, but given the sheer size I'd be concerned if there weren't any maps.

A quick look showed that the library was organized by floor, with each floor being a different topic. The first sixteen floors alone consisted of history, a fact which made my eyebrows rise followed by a low, impressed whistle.

"So, does anyone have a place they want to start?" I asked.

"Protheans," Hermione and Nikhol both said in unison. As they did, the map responded, highlighting the entire ninth floor.

"Convenient," Kara muttered as the bookworms led the rest of us to our next destination.

By the time we managed to drag Hermione and Nikhol back to the shuttle, more than ten hours had passed. Most of us enjoyed the books on different subjects, and either the rules on talking were the same even in alien libraries, or the fact that we were humans unnerved the other library goers into leaving us alone. Not that it seemed to bother either of the two bookworms, as Hermione yammered at a mile a minute about what she'd read while Nikhol had a happy, satisfied air about her.

It was only as we landed back on the Yamato that something Hermione said stuck out and caught my attention. Turning to where she was talking to Taylor, I walked over to them to see if I'd heard right.

"…said she's heading for a dig next week, and was doing some research on the other sites in the area," Hermione babbled at a mile a minute, only to pause as I drew close.

"Girls," I said with a nod. "What's this about?"

"Someone that gave Hermione some recommendations on where to start her reading," Taylor said with an amused smile at the bushy haired brunette.

"She was nice," Hermione said, a smile on her face. "Seemed pretty young despite going on major archaeological digs too, late teens, I think."

"Liara T'soni?" I asked, having a sneaking suspicion.

"Yeah, how'd…" Hermione trailed off, her gaze sharpening. "She's part of the story of this universe, isn't she?"

"Yup," was my immediate response. "She's one of the brainiacs of the Normandy crew, and she's definitely a lot older than you were thinking."

Hermione shrugged, "I wasn't always the best at guessing ages, so what, twenties?"

"Try ninety six."

The look on Hermione and Taylor's faces at that revelation was absolutely hilarious.

Bear Sandosen

I bit back an amused smile at seeing Nikhol interact with the blushing and clearly nervous Liara. She'd been pretty when she was just an image on a screen, she looked even better in person. More than her looks, there was also the fact that, to put it plainly, nerdy girls were sexy. Something about brains and breasts just worked. Also the fact that the average Asari just in general is sexier than the average human.

Turning back to the book in front of me, I put the sexy blue bookworm out of my mind. The book I was reading was a very interesting historical piece about the Rachni Wars, but it was written by a Krogan. Battlemaster Nakmor Wren had been born before the Salarians arrived and uplifted the Krogan, and lived through the entire Rachni Wars. I hadn't heard much of the Krogan perspective on it, so reading it from the perspective of one that had lived and experienced it was fascinating.

I was reaching a point where Wren was describing the interior of a Rachni hive when Nikhol sat down across from me. Looking up, I was greeted by her satisfied and smug expression.

"What did you do?" I asked drily.

"Whatever do you mean?" she returned, adopting a faux innocent expression.

"You look more smug than the cat who got both the canary and the hamster. Spill," was my response, the Sith Sorceress grinning.

"Just make sure you don't return to the ship tonight, there are… plans. I'm quite sure that you will enjoy them," Nikhol said, her grin turning ever so slightly sultry.

I stared at her, not saying anything, as she got up and strutted out of the library. While it took me a moment to tear my gaze away from the sway to her hips she gave, I was treated to the sight of the dozen or so Asari having less luck than me. Liara was one, but the hilarious ones were the two that were both holding an armful of books and were so busy staring at Nikhol that they walked into each other.

That had the effect of seeming to wake everyone else out of the distracted fugue Nikhol's ass had driven them to. I have to admit: seeing a bunch of Asari act like a gaggle of frat boys that had been caught ogling the head cheerleader was hilarious. Especially when four of said Asari had been quite condescending about a human being able to read Thessian just yesterday.

Chuckling quietly, I continued my reading. Nikhol did say that she had plans for tonight, and given who she'd been talking to, I had a hunch they involved Liara. Given how often the different women in the Family would bring in additional women they'd befriended for one night stands and the like, I figured that it was a safe bet.

Sure enough, that evening, I was led by Nikhol to one of the hotels near the library. It wasn't big, but fancier than any of the cheap hotels I'd been to before Tara Q approached me and offered this. The room was dark, apparently we were the first ones to arrive.

Turning to Nikhol, I blinked in surprise at seeing the door close behind me. Apparently she wasn't going to be participating. Not what I expected. Shrugging, I turned on the lights and made my way to the bed, a single, large bed even bigger than a king size. Sitting on the edge, I waited for…

The door slid open, making me blink. Huh, Nikhol had better timing than I… expected…

"You are the human?" Matriarch Benezia asked, looking down her nose at me.

She was taller than I'd been expecting. At a guess I'd say she was five to six inches taller than I was. And she was wearing the same dress she was in the Mass Effect game, giving me a good look at her dark blue cleavage.

"I am who I am," I answered her question with a dry drawl as Liara walked in, her cheeks a deeper blue than the rest of her.

Benezia gave a hum, before turning to Liara and asking, "Are you sure you want this… individual to be the one?"

A bit of the nerves left Liara's body as she turned to her mother, the steel she'd develop later in life showing, and answered, "Yes, Mother. I am sure."

The older Asari gave a light scoff, before turning back to me and saying, "Consider yourself fortunate. Very few humans can claim to have lain with a Matriarch."

I raised an eyebrow at her words before she and Liara began to undress each other. Admittedly, Benezia was a surprise, but it was apparently more or less what I was expecting. Standing up from the bed, I was reaching for the buttons on my shirt, only for a soft blue/purple glow to surround me. The only part of my body that I could move were my eyes, which turned to Benezia who had a hand out and pointed towards me. I'd put myself into Nikhol and Lana's hands like this many times before, letting them use the Force to hold me down and have their way with me. So I found this position arousing rather than alarming.

She and Liara finished stripping one another, their bodies laid bare before my eyes. Liara, despite being taller than me, had an almost waifish build. Her breasts were small, especially compared to her mother's, but were delightful to look at, with how they sat firm and high on her chest. Liara's head tipped back as her mother's tongue sensuously ran across her neck.

Whereas Liara was a girl blooming into womanhood, Benezia had the body that screamed exotic maturity. Her breasts were large and full, her hips wide, soft in the places that Liara was thin and lean. Both were gorgeous, just in different ways.

The two Asari walked over to me, Liara pulling my hands away as Benezia's fingers worked my shirt buttons. As she went further down the front of my chest, Liara slid her hands under my shirt, feeling my skin. She was cooler than I was expecting, her skin feeling…

I still couldn't move, but looking closer at the two, I noticed something that I hadn't before: Asari skin was composed of scales. Not big ones, but they most certainly didn't have their skin in a single contiguous layer.

Benezia finished unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it off of me and revealing my bare chest. Liara's hands roamed down my body, tracing over the muscles of my stomach and chest. It was deeply erotic to be so exposed to them while I couldn't move, like being on display for their amusement.

Benezia leaned in, pressing her lips to mine in a deep, sensual kiss. Her tongue darted out, exploring my mouth, and I couldn't help but respond, my body reacting despite my lack of control. Liara's hands continued to explore my body, her touch light and teasing as she ran her fingers through my chest hair..

As Benezia pulled back, she looked down at me with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "You're acceptable, for a human," she purred, her hand slipping down to the waistband of my pants.

Liara's hands stilled, watching as her mother undid my pants and pulled them down, leaving me completely naked in front of them. Benezia's gaze roamed over my body, taking in every inch of me, before she leaned in and took me in her mouth.

It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, the sensation of her tongue teasing me, her lips wrapped tightly around me. Liara's hands returned to their explorations, running over my thighs and hips as Benezia continued to bob her head up and down.

The pleasure was intense, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my release. Benezia seemed to sense it too, as she pulled back with a pop from her mouth and stood up, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Human cocks are utterly lovely. I do so enjoy the pornography your species takes part in. Liara," she said, turning to her daughter, "it's your turn now."

"Alright," she said, nervously, moving next to her mother and kneeling in front of me.

The younger of the two Asari took a deep breath to steel her nerves before she leaned in, taking my cock into her mouth. The feel of her tongue was almost as good as what Benezia had done, and I found myself moaning softly as she bobbed up and down on my cock.

The two continued their work for what felt like an eternity, Benezia's tongue and mouth and Liara's mouth on my cock. Eventually, my eyes clenched with pleasure, I gave a moan as I felt myself release onto Liara's tongue. Even as I was coming, I could feel the pleasure rising up through my body and I moaned again as Liara slowly pulled her mouth off of me. She gave a light giggle at the last burst of my cum, and I couldn't help but smile at the sweet sound.

The two Asari moved to the bed, sitting side by side on the edge of the bed and watching me. "It's time for you to join us now," Benezia said as she motioned for me to join them.

I nodded, moving to the bed and sitting next to the two. I was still hard, my cock bobbing in front of me, and as they leaned in to kiss me, I leaned in and turned it into a threeway kiss, my hands moving to their shoulders. When the kiss broke, Benezia's hand glowed and I was launched into the middle, on my back.

"Now, watch closely, Little Wing," Benezia said as she straddled my waist, my erection pressing against her pussy.

"I-I will," Liara responded, watching with rapt attention.

Benezia kissed me again, and then began to lower herself down onto my cock. The sensation of her pussy sliding down onto me was incredible, the softness, the wetness, the tightness of her body. She moaned into my mouth as she pulled back up, and then began to move faster, kissing me as she rode my cock.

Liara's eyes were wide as she watched, her own hand sliding down to her pussy and slipping between her legs. I looked down to see her hand moving in quick circles over her pussy. She was clearly enjoying herself, and Benezia was as well.

The older Asari continued to moan as she moved, her hips moving in a steady rhythm over my cock. As she moved, I could feel her pussy tightening and loosening around me, and I knew from experience that she was close.

"I-I'm close," she said, looking into my eyes.

"Mother," Liara said, surprising me and making her mother look over to her. "I… always wanted a little sister. Please… let him… father my sister?"

Benezia's eyes closed and as she gave a moan, her pussy tightening around me, I gave a grunt as I came inside of her. As she came, Benezia turned to Liara and, as her eyes turned pitch black, said, "Alright, Little Wing."

My eyes widened in surprise, I hadn't been expecting to father a child in this universe, let alone an Asari child. I wasn't even sure I could, with my fertility set to off. But then again, given how with Asari there wasn't any genetic material from the father… I decided not to think about it lest I end up giving myself a headache and relaxed as the matriarch performed the melding necessary for us to conceive a daughter just as I had enjoyed conceiving with Fleur back in Hyacinth's world.

Either way, once we both finished, Benezia slid off to my side, all but collapsing as my cum oozed out of her pussy. Panting, Benezia's still black eyes seemed to turn towards Liara, and said, "You know what comes next."

Liara nodded, and slowly moved across the bed. Benezia lifted a leg up, her hand guiding Liara's face to her still leaking core. I watched, as Liara brought her legs under her hips, raising her ass up in the air while her head remained down low. Far be it for me to refuse such a blatant invitation.

Getting up onto my knees behind her, I ran a finger along Liara's sopping wet lips, drawing a moan from her that was muffled by her mother's core. Slipping a finger in, I began to work her pussy, making her moan louder as I stretched her out. Liara's breathing was growing faster and faster, and her hips moved back and forth, grinding and fucking herself on my hand.

"Y-Yes!" Liara cried out, her head lifting up from Benezia's cunt and her voice bouncing off the walls as she gave a long, low moan.

"Harder," Benezia ordered, her voice breathy. "Make my daughter cum."

I complied, slipping a second finger inside her as the Matriarch pulled Liara's head back down. Driving my fingers in and out of her, Liara was so wet that the sounds of me finger fucking her overshadowed her moans.

"Do it," Benezia moaned as Liara began to use her own fingers in addition to her tongue.

Grinning, I pulled my fingers out of Liara. She gave a whine of displeasure, her hips moving back in an attempt to find my fingers, but I lined my cock up against her entrance. Liara let out a wordless, guttural cry as I thrust inside her.

I let out a groan as my hips came flush against her ass, her inner walls squeezing down around me. Her mother caressed her back as I slid gently in and out of Liara. She was still fucking herself on her daughter's tongue, her eyes locked on me as I fucked her daughter, only just now returning to her original color.

"Harder," she commanded, and I found my hips moving faster, plunging in and out of Liara's sopping cunt.

I groaned, bending over Liara's back as I fucked her harder and harder. Her juices coated my cock, even seeping down to my balls as her pussy seemed to get even tighter. It felt like she was trying to suck me deeper and deeper inside her.

"I-I'm close," LIara managed to get out between her moans and from around her mother's pussy.

"Let it happen," I whispered, giving a slightly harder thrust.

"We have all night, Little Wing," Benezia cooed as her fingers traced lines along the back of Liara's head.

With a scream of pleasure, Liara came, her body shuddering with ecstasy as she did. I could feel her pussy tightening even more around my cock, and I came a moment later. It hit me so hard that I grabbed onto her hips and pulled her as hard as I could against me, her knees actually lifting off the bed as I did so.

When my muscles finally relaxed, and I slid out of Liara, I fell back onto my ass and gazed down at the mother and daughter pair. Liara was out of it, a vacant, happy smile on her face, while Benezia looked at me with an interested gleam in her eyes.

"Impressive, human. Think you will be ready to go again soon?" she asked, one hand coming up and groping her breast.

Like with Liara, I couldn't resist the invitation, crawling up to join Benezia, straddling her chest as she wrapped her generous bust around my cock.

Bear Sandosen

"Let's find out," I said with a teasing smirk as I looked down at one of the most powerful individuals in the galaxy, her large, blue tits wrapped firmly around my dick. Benezia returned my smirk, her hands pressing her breasts more firmly together as she arched her back, pressing her chest up into me. Before we left the room tomorrow morning, I'd have to take the opportunity to worship them with my lips, tongue and hands.

"I like your enthusiasm, human," Benezia purred, as I felt Liara's hand come up and rest on my shoulder, her much smaller chest leaning against my side.

The younger Asari turned my head to face her, and I took in her… well, the only way I could think to describe it was a 'fuck drunk' expression. She leaned in, gently kissing me on the lips as I continued to fuck her mother's chest. Her eyes closed and as we broke apart her head came to rest on my shoulder. I looked down to see Benezia staring at us, a very satisfied smile on her face.

"Alright down there?" I joked, giving the older woman a grin.

"I am, and my daughter seems to be quite well, doesn't she?" Benezia immediately returned. I looked over to Liara, seeing an almost dopey smile on her face.

Chuckling, I reached down and slid a hand under Liara's ass, giving said rear a grope to wake her up a little on the way. The bookish girl gave a jolt, before an adorable squeak left her lips as I slid a finger into her pussy.

"I think your mother should clean you up a bit, don't you?" I asked leadingly, even as I slowly finger fucked her. Liara stared at me, uncomprehendingly, before Benezia let go of her chest and grabbed her daughter by her hips.

"Yes, Little Wing. Let Mother show you how much she loves you."

Liara let out a yelp as she was pulled from my side, coming to rest right in front of me over her mother's face. She almost immediately let out a guttural moan, her hands going down to where her mother's head would be. I chuckled, not bothered by Benezia's move having pulled Liara off the hand I'd been fingering her with. Instead, I moved both of my hands to her chest and resumed titfucking her.

I grinned as Liara continued to moan and writhe atop Benezia, my dick sliding between her breasts easily. Her mother certainly had an impressive chest, beyond simply being one of the largest I'd seen, it was practically perfectly shaped. Benezia's bountiful blue breasts were two full mounds of soft, warm flesh, the tip of my dick rubbing against the woman's collarbone every time I pushed forward.

And there was something incredibly erotic about watching this large, imposing, powerful alien woman lying beneath me and willingly being used to pleasure my cock. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the tightness in my balls building.

"I'm about to cum," I warned, my thrusts coming quicker as I moved closer and closer to the edge.

Liara had her head back, moaning loudly, her eyes closed as she continued to grind her pussy against Benezia's face.

"Then cum," Benezia growled, her voice muffled by Liara's crotch. The girl moaned, her whole body shuddering as her mother's words seemed to finally send her over the edge. She cried out, her body twitching as she came, the sound of her mother's tongue slurping noisily at her pussy the only thing I could hear for several moments.

That was all it took. My fingers tightened on Benezia's tits, my hips bucking up as my dick spasmed. I flipped the mental switch on my volume right as I came, ropes of cum not only shooting up between her chest and my stomach but also painting her daughter's bouncy blue butt white. Benezia gave a satisfied moan, her own hands going from Liara's hips to cup her daughter's tits and rub the dark blue nipples.

I leaned back, glancing to the side as I felt something nudging my ribs. Seeing that it was Benezia's leg, I hopped off, mildly curious what she had planned. What she had planned turned out to be spinning her daughter around and rolling over so the nearly hundred year old Liara was on her back, the older Benezia on top in a sixty-nine. For someone who'd had a lesbian incest kink for decades, watching them make love was a breathtakingly erotic site made all the more beautiful by the glow of sweat on their blue skin.

I mentally gave a half-prayer of thanks to Tara for my power of instant recharge, and as Benezia moved her mouth to her daughter's pussy, I moved up behind her and lined myself up with her. She didn't even hesitate to lift up and start pushing herself down onto me, my cock sliding easily into her slick extraterrestrial folds. I slid gently back and forth into her several times, before mentally saying 'fuck it' and buried myself to the hilt.

"F-fuck, Benezia" I swore softly, my hands gripping her hips as I rocked my dick in and out of her pussy, all while Liara's tongue teased her mother's folds and my cock where it entered her.

"I will take that as a compliment," Benezia replied primly, looking over her shoulder at me with a soft smile and still somehow managing to give an air of dignity despite the debauchery we were engaged in.

"You should," I told her. "You are really good at this."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, human," she purred, before turning her attention back to Liara's cunt. I slid my hands up along Benezia's sides to grip her chest, feeling the massive mounds and using them for leverage to pump in and out of her even faster.

"C-cumming, Mother," Liara gasped, her voice going a bit higher pitch as she came again. Benezia growled, licking at her daughter's twitching pussy, before simultaneously lifting Liara's hips and shoving her own head down. I grinned, still pounding into the elder Asari, loving the sensation of her ass against me, the way her ass would bounce as my hips slammed into it, the way her pussy was trying, and succeeding, to squeeze me even more.

I lost track of how much time passed, but I was getting close. My hands went down to the front of Benezia, giving her tits a hard squeeze. I felt her groan around Liara, which in turn sent the younger Asari into a third orgasm. That, combined with my thrusting, pushed me over the edge.

Quickly, I pulled out, aiming at Liara's face and stroking my cock until I erupted, covering her face in my cum. As soon as the last drop was out, I collapsed to the side, panting, as Benezia finally rolled off of Liara, and the pair sat up, staring down at me with twin smiles.

"Thank you for the experience, human," Benezia said. "You are... a very impressive lover."

"My name is Bear and I'm glad to be of service," I laughed, my whole body feeling exhausted.

The mother and daughter lay on either side of me, their naked bodies pressing flush against mine. My arms wrapped around their backs, even as Liara almost immediately fell asleep. I wasn't far behind her, but as sleep crept in from the edge of my vision, I heard Benezia speak.

"You were a much better lover for my daughter's first time than I anticipated," she said. "I believe that deserves a reward. Do you have something in mind?"

I have no idea if I thought it or said it aloud, but I did remember that the ship needed a dedicated medical crew. Perhaps, if I let her meld with me for something other than reproduction and see into me, I could also get some advice on diplomacy.

Taylor Hebert

I watched with bemusement as Lisa chuckled under her breath. She hit a few buttons on her omnitool before shutting it down and taking a sip of the weird coffee-tea drink.

"What was it this time?" I asked, reaching an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close, her head coming to rest against my chest.

"Oh just making use of an old friend's username," she answered, leaning her head back to look up at me, her vulpine grin firmly affixed on her face. "And positing some alternate theories behind the disappearance of the Protheans on the largest message board on the extranet."

I stared at her, until she answered, "I may have made a thread saying that they were wiped out by alien robot cuttlefish who then went into dark space for a nap, and then hacked moderator privileges to pin the thread."

Rolling my eyes, I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on top of her head, threading my fingers in with hers. She swallowed, her hand gripping tightly on mine, over her slowly growing baby bump. Lisa did her best to hide it, but even with Bear's regular encouragement, the thought of being a mother terrified her.

"You'll be fine, Lisa," I whispered, kissing the top of her head again, my other arm wrapping around her, under her breasts, and hugging her close. "You have the rest of us to help you, and you know that Hyacinth will be excited to have more children to be an aunt or second mother to."

"Oh how wonderful!" a voice pulled me from the quiet conversation I'd been having with Lisa, the two of us glancing up to see one of the locals approaching us. She was more purple than any of the other asari I'd seen, with white markings on her face. I shared a glance with Lisa wondering what this was about, only to see what Alec had called "Tats Smirk #54".

"I'd heard a lot about your species, but I hadn't realized you were so like the asari," the purple asari said as she approached. "You have no idea how it is, over twenty five hundred years, and only just now encountering another species who has children the way we do. It's just not natural, the way most do it."

I blinked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Just what was she talking about? Lisa picked up on it before me, her smile turning a bit forced.

Pamela Isley

It was strange, spending time with Wonder Woman. While the amazon had regularly visited Gotham, she'd never done so during a time when the voices of the plants became overwhelming. Though thinking about it, that hadn't happened since Mistress Harley had arrived with Bear.

"I do not mean to suggest that you are being untruthful, but I cannot picture what you are describing," Wonder Woman said, a glass of wine in her hand. The three of us were the only ones on the ship, aside from Cameron who was fabricating the parts needed for repairs. "While I deeply respect him, I hold no attraction towards Batman, and the feelings are mutual."

"It wouldn't be surprising that different worlds would have different versions of individuals choosing different partners," I said, taking a sip of the mead that Rhonda had made. It was, apparently, a family recipe that was nearly as old as the family itself was.

"I suppose," Wonder Woman allowed with a shrug. The motion shook Mistress Harley from the trance she'd been in, staring at the taller woman's assets. "I was already aware of a version of me that married after World War II and has a daughter. When the two Flashes met and re-formed the Justice Society of America, she came out of retirement."

My eyes automatically dropped to her stomach, recalling what Mistress Harley had mentioned in bed last night. About wanting to have a large number of nieces and nephews to spoil. My mind generated an image of Wonder Woman, in the same chair, but her stomach much larger, Bear's child growing inside her. Even if it were more for Mistress Harley than myself, I felt a small jolt run through me at the mental image.

I would need to speak to Bear and Wonder Woman. If Mistress Harley wants to be Aunt Harley to a large number of children, then she will be Aunt Harley to a large number of children.

Luna Lovegood

"Go ahead and pick something," Hermione said as she put the pot on the stove and tapped it.

I hummed a wordless tune as I ran a finger along the sides of the movies. A lot of these I'd already seen, but I paused upon seeing one of them. Tilting my head, I pulled it out and looked at the front. The front of the case was split into two parts: the top having two strange animals facing each other, followed by the title, then a big image of something that looked vaguely like a dragon, if dragon heads were boxy and didn't have any horns.

"Hermione," I called out, as my free hand absentmindedly drifted down to my stomach, where my and Bear's baby was growing. "What is a dinosaur?"

Hermione looked over, and I showed her the movie cover. She blinked in surprise, saying, "Dinosaurs were animals that went extinct before there were humans. Muggles learn about them by studying their bones."

"How do they do that if they died out before there were humans?" I asked, turning to look back at the movie in my hand.

"In rare circumstances, the bones will be preserved and turned into rock, and muggles find them and carefully study them," she answered, holding a hand out. I handed over the movie, and she examined it. Her eyes scanned the words on the back, before she gave a slight start. "This is dated for three years after we left. It's a documentary too, so it's probably going to consist of scenes of dinosaurs with narrated voice over talking about what they think life was like for dinosaurs."

"Sounds interesting," I said, just as a popping noise began emanating from the pot. "I think we'll watch that."

Hermione nodded, getting the movie set up, before sitting down on the couch and I settled down on her lap. Wiggling my hips slightly, I leaned back, my head resting perfectly against her chest pillows as the lights dimmed and the screen lit up. Hermione snapped her fingers, and there was a flurry of motion over by the pot. A few seconds later, as a humming bird appeared on the screen, a bowl filled with popcorn drifted over and I took it in hand.

I threw a few of the buttery, salty treat into my mouth as an orchestra played, depicting a rising sun, the screech of an animal echoing across the displayed environment. The drums and trumpets picked up, translucent images of weird and wonderful animals moving across the screen. The music came to a crescendo, displaying the title: Walking With Dinosaurs.

A peaceful countryside scene appeared, a calm, smooth voice speaking over the scene. My mind boggled as he described going back sixty five million years. No wonder no one had seen dinosaurs before, if they were from that long ago! I watched, eyes wide in awe at the creatures that lived, struggled, and died so very long ago. Reptiles that were just as majestic as any magical creatures she'd studied, and in some ways, even more so for their lack of magic.

The display of traveling backwards in time appeared again, surprise running through me. It had already gone back sixty five million years, what else was there? It came to a stop, showing a vibrant forest, and text appeared along the bottom: one hundred fifty two million years ago. More dinosaurs moved about, one of them one that had appeared on the cover, with large plates on its back and spikes on its tail like the dragon that Hyacinth had outflown during the Triwizard Tournament.

Reptiles flying like birds with wings like bats danced across the screen, before giant, toothed beasts swimming through the ocean were shown. I had entirely forgotten about the popcorn by this point, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head as the narrator said that the series was going to go back even further. The world shown on the screen changed again, settling on a rust colored desert, its date placed at two hundred twenty million years ago. If dinosaurs were present two hundred twenty million years ago, and only went extinct sixty five million years ago…

I fell back against Hermione, my eyes wide in shock at the timescale involved. Dinosaurs, of some kind, were around for over one hundred fifty million years… it made the storied history of humanity, magical and otherwise, seem like a blink of the eye.

I watched, transfixed, as creatures I could scarcely imagine played across the screen in front of me. I wanted to know more about them, I wanted to find out everything I could about the incredible creatures that had once roamed across the planet that gave birth to humanity. Even as I watched a crocodile-like creature called postosuchus hunt, part of my mind wondered: if dinosaurs vanished sixty five million years ago, what lived in the time between then and humans?

Lana Beniko

I shared a look with Nikhol, as Hyacinth lay down on the modified massage bed. The bed was modified slightly, to accommodate Hyacinth's baby bump, and the young woman had her face firmly buried in the towel. Despite the witch's attempt, we could both see how her ears had turned red from her embarrassment. It was quite cute, and I hoped that she'd never come to view our current state of dress as something completely normal.

"Lana, darling, could you hand me the oil?" Nikhol asked, a touch louder than strictly necessary. Hyacinth let out a soft whimper, and pushed her face further into the towel even as I used the Force to levitate the bottle of massage oil to Nikhol.

She took the bottle and poured a bit of it into my hands before doing the same for herself. Nikhol gave me a smirk, then reached down and put her hand on the back of Hyacinth's neck. With a delicate use of the Force, there was a rolling series of cracks and pops from her neck, down her spine and outward along each and every joint in her body. I knew from personal experience that it felt amazing, and I was certain that the only reason we didn't hear a moan from Hyacinth was that the sound of her joints were louder than her moan.

I chuckled, moving to start at Hyacinth's feet. It was time to start the massage, and while I couldn't explain why, Hyacinth being pregnant seemed to have taken the edge off her embarrassment. I started with my thumbs, gently kneading the bottom of her right foot, before switching to her left. I was going to take this slow, to build her up, work her over, and utterly relax her all at the same time.

I continued with my kneading, my thumbs working in small circles in a pattern that would help to increase blood flow to areas that needed it most. She moaned softly under the towel, wriggling slightly as she did so. I smiled, thinking that she might want to do more than just lie there. I certainly didn't mind, and I decided to spice things up a little.

I slid my hands around her ankles, using the Force to lift the towel, exposing her lower legs. They were delightful, smooth and feminine, with the cutest little toes. I paid special attention to those, rubbing her toes and massaging her foot. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure, then giggled when I leaned in to kiss her ankle. I pulled back, smiling at her as Nikhol began on her shoulders.

It was getting harder for me to keep focused, and I found myself distracted by the sight of Nikhol kneading the muscles in Hyacinth's upper arms. My wife had beautiful, toned arms, and I couldn't stop staring at them. They flexed as she worked the knots out of Hyacinth's back, and I couldn't help but look forward to the fun the two of us had planned once Hyacinth was good and prepared.

My attention shifted, refocusing on my task. My hands moved to Hyacinth's calves, running my fingers along the soft skin of her thighs and calves. Her breathing had quickened, and I could tell that she was enjoying the feel of my hands on her body.

I pushed the towel up and over the delightful swell and curve of Hyacinth's rear. As I moved to knead the muscles there, firm and athletic, I could smell her arousal, and it smelled delicious. The scent of woman and arousal filled the air, and I had to fight to keep from drooling. I resisted the urge to lick my lips, and instead concentrated on my task.

Hyacinth let out another soft giggle as I kissed one of her cheeks, then the other. I pulled back, slipping a finger between her legs, sliding a finger along her wet slit, feeling her heat against my fingertip. She was soaking wet, and I smiled, glancing up to meet Nichol's eyes. The taller woman gave me a hungry grin, before nodding her head towards Hyacinth's ass.

I chuckled, moving my hand upwards, spreading her legs wider, and giving me better access to her pussy. It was clear that my darling wife wanted to watch me taste our pseudo-daughter figure, and I wasn't about to deny her the opportunity. I slipped my tongue out and licked her vulva, tasting her sweet juices. She let out a gentle moan, and I noticed that Nikhol was no longer kneading her shoulders. Instead, she was watching, hungrily, as I tasted Hyacinth.

I kept licking her, my tongue exploring every inch of her pussy, including the hood where her clitoris lay hidden. She was dripping wet, and I was tempted to dive in and drink her down. But I was determined to make her cum first, and I was pretty sure that if I did, there would be plenty of time for me to enjoy her in other ways later.

I switched tactics, pushing a finger inside of her. She gasped, and I felt her tighten around it. I pushed deeper, adding a second finger, and she began to slowly rock against my hand. Her hips began to move, and she started moaning softly.

"Ohh, ohhh," she gasped. "That feels…sooo goooood."

I grinned, enjoying the sound of her voice, and continued to push my fingers into her. Her hips were full on thrusting now, and she was grinding her clit against my face. I knew that she was close, and I wanted to prolong it, so I slowed my pace, taking my time. I could tell that she was frustrated, wanting to cum already, but I personally was in no rush.

Her hips began to buck, and I watched as they slammed against my hand, driving her core into my face even harder. Her legs bent, driving her knees into the massage bed and lifting her up, moaning even louder. Then she stiffened, and screamed out, her body tensing and shaking. I kept licking, trying to draw out her orgasm as long as possible, until finally, she collapsed onto the massage bed.

She lay there for a moment, panting heavily, her breasts heaving with each breath, squishing out between her chest and the bed in a delightful manner. I slowly withdrew my fingers, and her legs fell open, letting me slip out.

"Rhll m'ver," Hyacinth murmured, lifting a hand and pointing it vaguely in Nikhol's direction. As I used the Force to lift the girl basking in her afterglow and place her on her back, there was a quiet pop of displaced air as a cock appeared between Nikhol's legs. A second glance made me realize that it wasn't a real penis, being black at the base and sifting to red as it reached the latter half. Hyacinth managed to scoot herself up, until her head fell back over the edge of the massage bed.

"G'me," she slurred, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, her hands moving her grope and squeeze her breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples.

Nikhol and I shared a glance, before she grinned, and took her new 'appendage' in hand and placed it at Hyacinth's open, begging mouth. Leaning over the much younger girl, supporting herself on her free hand, Nikhol looked down at her and thrust in.

Sirius Black

Waking up, sandwiched between two very feminine forms, was easily one of the top three ways to wake up. Thinking about how dear old mother would react, seeing Ysaria and Samesna, only made it even better. As insane as the arrival in this world was, I couldn't say that I disliked it. That was without the fact that I wasn't being hunted for a crime I didn't do.

A hand trailed along my chest, making me turn my head to look at Ysaria, her dark violet skin blending in nicely with the sheets. Another hand, from Samesna, roamed a little bit lower, as the pale blue woman supported herself on her other arm.

"Up for another round?" Samesna asked, making a certain part of my anatomy wake up.

"With you fine ladies?" I asked rhetorically, a roguish grin on my face. "Absolutely."

"Just don't go on about that thing you were talking about last night," Ysaria said as she sat up, the sheet falling down around her waist, leaving her full, perky breasts on full display.

I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to think back past the drunken haze that last night had been. There were a bunch of things that I could think of that it might have been, but the most likely one being that time when I got to rambling about the process to become an animagus. Suppressing a shudder at the month of keeping that damn leaf under my tongue, I decided, since we would be leaving in a week or two anyway, to more or less say 'fuck it'.

It was all but impossible to describe the Animagus Transformation to someone who wasn't one, the words to properly convey it didn't exist in any human language I was aware of. But the end result was the same: me, sitting on the bed in Padfoot form with two exotic beauties staring gobsmacked at me.

Both asari stared for a full three minutes, before Samesna hesitantly reached out, running a hand through my chest fur. I let my tail thump against the bed, leaning into her hand, and Ysaria soon joined in on the petting. As I enjoyed the wholesome affections from the two, I almost missed the look shared between the two of them.

They closed their eyes, before muttering in unison, "Embrace Eternity." When their eyes opened, they were pitch black, making me blink in surprise. I felt...something, but I couldn't describe it, as Ysaria's hand went from my neck down to my sheathed dick, I figured that it probably wasn't important.

I went with the flow as Samesna leaned in, bringing her head down under my belly.

Nikhol Diomedes

Lana, Kara, and I watched knowingly as Bear arrived with his lovers from the night before. The delightful contrast between mother and daughter was just as plain to see today as it had been the day before, when Matriarch Benezia arrived on the planet.

"Enjoy your evening, dears?" Lana asked as Bear guided the two asari to our table.

The young one, Liara, flushed, her face turning a delightful shade of purple. Benezia maintained the straight, dignified pose common to all lifelong political figures, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Really politics was such a bore, at least in the Empire you could get away with ignoring political inconveniences with judicious application of Force based lightning.

"We did," Bear said, answering Lana's question as he held out chairs for both asari. "I'm pleased to say that Liara was quite happy with how last night went. I'm pretty sure that Benezia enjoyed herself as well."

"You comported yourself well, for a non-asari," was all that Benezia said, tapping a few buttons on the holographic pad that the table projected in front of her. There was a chime, before the pad disappeared, and she resumed her dignified poise.

Mentally, I dismissed her. She might have a great deal of political influence and biotic power, but we weren't going to be in this galaxy long enough for her political pull to matter, and Lana would be able to deal with her should it come to a fight, let alone myself. Instead, I turned my attention to the daughter.

"Liara," I purred, drawing her attention to me. "I was wondering if you know of any archaeological sites that are not subjected to restricted access? I would be most intrigued to see one belonging to a culture I have not experienced before. One can learn much by viewing new...approaches to the same problems, after all."

Liara swallowed thickly, staring at me, wide eyed and blushing, "Ah, w-well...I know some...th-there are a f-few…"

She cleared her throat, taking a deep breath, and did an admirable job at composing herself. She was still clearly flustered and her blush hadn't subsided, but she looked much more put together.

Meeting my gaze, with a hint of underlying beskar in her spine, she forced herself to say, "Unfortunately Prothean dig sites are restricted to security and the archaeologists studying the site."

"Such a shame," I said, putting a seductive note into the words, "perhaps we can instead spend some time...researching, together."

Liara gave an audible swallow as she half asked, half answered, "S-s-sure?"

I smiled, standing up and walking around to her side of the table, before leaning in and cooing where her ear should be, "I look forward to it, Little Bird."

One Hour Later

A sigh, breathy and laced with pleasure, made its way from my lips, as I ran my hand over Liara's head crest. The young asari was kneeling in front of me, padded and fur lined handcuffs holding her hands behind her back, as her mouth and tongue did their best to drink down my leaking arousal.

Bear had his fun with her last night, now it was my turn, and I was quite eager to see how good she was at pleasing a woman. For now, I let her take her time at eating me out, feeling her long tongue wiggling against my swollen clit as she worked on my inner thighs, licking up the juices that were dripping down between them. Her warm breath tickled my skin as she moved between my legs, slowly lowering herself until her face rested against my mound. She stuck her tongue out, tentatively touching my pussy with her hot wet appendage, before taking a firm grip around my swelling labia.

"Oh," I gave a quiet moan, making sure to keep my voice down. The young thing was nervous enough, no need to make her think I was trying to get us caught. Some would say that I should have waited for us to reach the hotel room before persuading Liara. I disagreed, vehemently.

Which is why we were here, in an otherwise empty back alley, Liara on her knees before me, her face buried in my mound, eating me out. I used the hand on her head to push her further into me, letting my fingers trace the lines of her crest as I felt her tongue sliding over my sensitive flesh. Despite losing myself in the pleasure, Liara being an amazingly gifted beginner, I retained enough of my faculties to keep on guard for any potential voyeurs.

Liara didn't seem to mind either, her head moving back and forth as her tongue did a number of amazing things to my pussy. Her eyes closed in blissful rapture as she took as much of my pussy into her mouth as she could, her tongue swirling around my clit. My breathing became heavy, the pleasure building as she sucked more and more of my juices into her mouth, and I could feel myself getting close to cumming already.

My thoughts began to wander, and I decided to change up the tempo a little bit. I grabbed Liara by the shoulders and pulled her off my sex, telling her, "Stop."

She looked up at me in surprise and a bit of nervousness, asking me, "Am I doing something wrong?"

I shook my head, smiling at her, "No, you are doing quite well for a girl who lost her virginity last night."

A look of relief washed over her features, and I pulled her to her feet, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss. She responded enthusiastically, her tongue curling around mine as I delved into her mouth, our tongues dancing an age old dance, one I soon dominated. It wasn't long before we broke apart, Liara gasping for air, flushed and aroused. I released her wrists from the cuffs and stepped back, allowing Liara to bring her hands in front of her, idly rubbing at them. I made a mental note to adjust the tightness of the cuffs next time, even as she looked up at me, her bright blue eyes alight with lustful excitement.

"Are...are we going to your room?" Liara asked me, her eyes darting around nervously as she glanced up and down the alleyway.

"Not quite yet," I purred, making sure my grip on her shoulders was strong, before spinning us around. Liara let out a quiet huff of air as her back hit the alley wall, her arms held up over her head by my hands. She gasped when I pushed my hand under the hemp of her pants, under her panties, my fingers tracing her wet, sopping, soaked slit.

"Ahhh!" Liara moaned softly as my fingers entered her, pushing past her barrier.

I chuckled, letting go of her wrists so I could softly stroke her cheek, her hands flying down to cover her mouth.

"You like that?" I teased her, giving a nip on her neck. Liara's blush deepened and she nodded, her eyes going wide in shocked delight.

I pushed two of my fingers into her tight cunt, gliding easily inside her as I watched her body shiver under my touch. I pumped them in and out, enjoying the way she trembled with pleasure. I added a third finger, making her gasp in surprise, then a fourth, watching her face contort as she tried to stifle the sounds she was making. When I pushed in a fifth, I felt her pussy give a little spasm against my hand, and I leaned down to kiss her deeply, tasting her arousal on her lips.

I smiled smugly. Liara seemed to be having trouble holding herself together, which meant I had to make sure she came right away. I started to pull my fingers from her pussy, but she suddenly stiffened up, her legs trembling as she tried to hold onto my forearms.

"Don't stop," she whispered hoarsely.

I wanted to tease her a little longer, but she was insistent. I decided to oblige her, continuing to pump my fingers in and out of her sweet hole.

"Ohhh…" Liara groaned, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She quickly returned to her submissive role, her head lowering as she stared at the ground. I smirked, leaning in and capturing her mouth in a kiss once again. I was going to enjoy taking the rest of the night to properly...train her.

Bear Sandosen

I strongly suspected that Nikhol would be busy the rest of the day (and probably the evening) when she talked Liara away, and Benezia left soon after, with her business on the planet completed she had a great many other projects and demands of her time she needed to get back to. Lana and Kara had some endeavors of their own that they were interested in doing, and I soon found myself being 'kidnapped' by another member of the Family.

"Bear, I need your help," Lisa said, as Cameron piloted the shuttle back to the Yamato. "I want to spend more time with Taylor, to...to...I don't know how to say it, I just want to be around her more, but I want more than that, and I don't know what it is that I'm even trying to say!"

I raised an eyebrow, asking, "Is there any particular kind of thing you want to do while spending time with her?"

Lisa's answer was just enough to spark a suspicion in my mind, which was only reinforced and confirmed by the follow up questions and their answers. Which led to my conclusion as the shuttle landed.

"You want to date Taylor," I said with a nod.

Lisa made a face, "That's what you took from all this?"

"Alright, fair enough," I said, giving a nod. "Court or woo would be much better words for what you're after."

Lisa growled at me, making me laugh as I held up my hands in surrender. Still, I pointed out, "You do remember the fact that you were there when she lost her virginity, back when this whole thing started, right? I'm pretty sure you're approaching this in reverse order."

"Are you going to help me or not?!" Lisa finally snapped, folding her arms around her waist and glaring to the side. The action drew my eyes to the visible baby bump that she was carrying, and I couldn't help the smile that formed on my face.

"Of course I'll help," I said, doing my best to resist the urge to chuckle. Not at the fact that she was so nervous, but the fact that Lisa was approaching her baby-daddy for help dating another woman. Lisa, of course, noticed anyway. Fortunately, she also saw the source of my amusement, judging from the poorly hidden giggles that burst out of her.

I pulled her into a soft hug and ran a hand through her hair and down her back. "You know she already loves you, I hope. And she's in love with you as well. Just open yourself to her and you'll do fine. Hell, serenading her would be a great way of showing her that you love her back. I've walked through the corridors and heard you sing when no one else was around. You have a lovely voice. What do you think?"

I felt her nod onto my shoulder and I smiled.

We made our way to the entertainment lounge, looking through the library of music. As we searched, I spoke with Lisa, helping her plan out the date between her and Taylor. I scrolled through the music library, seeing an absolute favorite of mine from when I graduated high school thirty-odd years ago.

"Computer, play "One Good Woman" by Peter Cetera," I commanded.

I watched Lisa's face as the song played and the lyrics and emotions of the tune washed over her, her body swaying to the tune. I smiled. From the looks of it, I think Lisa singing it would go over pretty well. After that, the next step was deciding on the venue, because there was shit on the current planet.

After about an hour of searching, we settled on a place in Alliance space, a garden world that would have an Alliance fleet stationed there pretty soon. We didn't expect trouble, but I was somewhat curious about what Alliance military life was like, so I'd be able to ask questions.

Plus, any planet named Elysium had to be gorgeous.

Bear Sandosen

Nikhol was off with Liara, Lana keeping an eye on her with a shuttle, so that they can rejoin us when they get a chance. In the meantime, the rest of us were on the Yamato, in transit to Elysium. I was sitting with Luna, Lisa, and Hyacinth, up in the captain's quarters, and we were discussing something rather important.

"I've been thinking about it pretty hard," Lisa said, taking a deep breath. "And I think I'm going to go with Regina Annie."

I furrowed my eyebrows; Annie was most likely after Annette, Taylor's mother, but I wasn't sure where she got Regina from. Opening my mouth to ask, I was beaten to the punch by Hyacinth.

"It's a pretty name, but why Regina?" she asked, sitting against the head of the bed while idly clapping the sides of her feet together.

She had, along with Luna and Lisa, recently gotten some new shirts made from the Yamato's fabricator. Not dedicated maternity shirts, not yet, but ones that were looser than their normal wardrobe. Currently, she was wearing a red shirt with gold, horizontal stripes. The bottom of the shirt came down to just above mid thigh on her, the way she was sitting leaving most of her pale, smooth legs on display, the bottom of her tiny shorts just barely visible. Me, I was in a t-shirt with an image of one of my favorite 80's hair bands on the front and a pair of comfortable gray shorts with orange stripes down the side.

Lisa looked away, her fingers fiddled with the hem of her shirt, a black t-shirt with white and pink letters that said 'I run on coffee and sarcasm', before she quietly said, "My brother's name was Reggie."

Luna stood from where she'd been sitting on the floor, her shirt with a t-rex from Walking with Dinosaurs printed on it, and went over to wrap her arms around Lisa, pulling her head against her breasts.

"Luna, why are you," Lisa's half muffled voice began, only for her fellow blonde to interrupt.

"You are sad, so I'm using my boobies to comfort you," she said, making Lisa blink in baffled confusion and Hyacinth to snort in amusement.

"I...appreciate the sentiment," Lisa said slowly. "But why specifically your breasts?"

Luna looked down, giving Lisa a look that was clearly conveying how much Luna was questioning Lisa's intelligence, before she answered, "Because boobies make everything better."

That got another amused snort from Hyacinth, and one from me, before I said, "Well, you aren't wrong."

Lisa sent a half hearted glare my way, even as Luna hugged her head tighter into her chest. Turning to look in my direction, the younger blonde said, "I was thinking Helen Molly, for mine. Mrs. Weasley became like a second mother after mine died, and Helen was the mother of the original Hermione. Hermione...is special."

There was one thing I was noticing about all of these baby names, they were all names for daughters. I don't know if there was a spell or something that would let them determine the gender of the baby this early, but both Lisa and Luna seemed certain that they were going to have daughters.

Before I could ask them if they'd consider boy names, Hyacinth spoke up, her tone contemplative as one hand idly traced circles and patterns over her small baby bump, "You know, we've learned a lot about the rest of the Family, but you've never talked about yourself. You're a very good listener and we love you for it, but we want to know about you too."

I blinked, about to disagree, only to pause. Huh, when was the last time I'd talked about myself with the girls? By this point, it had been the better part of a year that Tara Q had brought the first of us together, but…

"Huh, I hadn't noticed," I said, thinking out loud, before shaking my head. "Well, after serving in the Italian army during the first world war, Grandpa Nicola immigrated to the US. The clerk helping him through Ellis Island couldn't pronounce or spell his last name, so he wrote it down as Sandosen. He met Grandma Filomena while she was living on her father's farm.

"Great Grandpa was violent, Grandpa knocked him out and threatened to kill him if he touched Grandma Filomena again, and the two of them moved to New Jersey. He worked at a silk factory that made shirts, then parachutes during World War II, then went back to shirts, and they had four kids together, three girls and a son. When their son, and youngest, was born, Grandpa wanted to name him Giuseppe, but Grandma put her foot down, so they went with the English version: Joseph. Grandpa eventually retired, then died when I was three.

"On my mother's side, I only knew my grandfather as Nonno, and he was a hard drinking coal miner who had six daughters with Grandma Mary. His fellow miners and the guys in the bar would call him Tarzan, and Lillian – Mom, their eldest, would oftentimes be sent to the bar to get him to leave and come home. When she was fifteen, because he'd spent so much time and money in the bars, she had to leave school to start working at a pants factory a few towns over, taking multiple buses to get there.

"In time, Mom met Dad and they hit it off. It was 1953, right before Elvis made it big and right before Dad joined the Army. He was active duty for four years, spending time in Italy, Germany, and Africa. That's where he got heat stroke and epilepsy. The heat stroke brought on the epilepsy and he took pills for it the rest of his life. After that, he came back to the States and did a four year stint in the reserves before being honorably discharged.

"When they adopted me, we moved into the house next to the factory Mom used to work at. It was a great place to be a kid. The factory on one side of the house, a neighborhood bar on the other side. The number of times I had to slide under the locked factory gate because something my friends and I were playing with went soaring over the fence…" I sighed and smiled as nostalgia overtook me. "Whacking a tennis ball back and forth off the plastic dock doors of the factory's outlet store at the very end of the factory when I was 12, maybe 13. For that matter, growing up with eight Italian aunts teaches a boy respect for women, let me tell you."

I stopped, realizing that I was going on and on and on.

"Fuck, I'm rambling," I said with an explosive breath. "Fuck. I'll stop now. It's just that–"

"Don't you dare fucking stop," Lisa all but growled. "We want to know more than just the part of you who dances in the ship's halls when you think no one is looking to songs only you can hear. Or even the part that listens to everything we have to say and pays attention to what we do and enjoy and encourages us to do more of them." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "You spend so much time showing us we matter that you forget you matter too."

"I love you too," I whispered back, reading the undertone in her voice.

"Talk now, nookie later," Luna chimed in, making Hyacinth snortle.

"Yes, dear, " I shot back, running a hand through my hair. And wasn't that a strange sentence? I'd been shaving my head so I could go bald on my own damn terms since I was thirty. Having a full head of hair and a handlebar mustache like I did in college still felt weird compared to the bald head and goatee I'd had the night I went to sleep and met Tara.

"Where was I? Right, childhood. Grade school was in walking distance and Mom walked me there and back everyday. When I went to high school, she'd take a bus in order to volunteer at the school's cafeteria most days and we'd take another bus together back home. If she couldn't get to the bus stop on time, she'd walk there even though it was at least a forty-five minute walk. She's special. Even now, in a care facility for people with dementia. She'll be cured when this is over. I've been promised that and, when she is, I know she'll adore our children.

"Being adopted, well, it left me with a lot of self-inflicted emotional damage. Some of it was undone when Diana gave me some Amazon therapy the first time I met her on the JLA satellite. Therapy sessions with Harley are helping with the others. Hard to believe, considering our Family, but I was so fucking introverted right to the point when all this started. And it's hard to date when anyone you might be interested in could end up being a sister from whoever the fuck was my sperm donor or a cousin on my biological mother's side of things."

"That explains the incest fetish," the former Chosen One of the Wizarding World piped up.

"Hyacinth!" I exclaimed. Then, in a softer tone: "Yeah, you're probably right."

"To finish what I was saying, Dad, well, Dad spent the rest of his career as a union carpenter. He was always building something. Around the house as well as at work. Most of the time they had local work for him, but sometimes he'd be working out of state for weeks at a time. He had to retire when he was sixty-two. Fucking cigarettes and fucking heart issues. Just couldn't work anymore. He died a couple months before his seventieth birthday, from his third bout with cancer. It took three times for it to finally stop him. Fucking cigarettes. Fucking cancer."

The girls were quiet for a bit, before Hyacinth smiled softly and spoke up, "Josephine Lilyanne."

"Wha?" I asked, knocked off balance by the non sequitur.

"Our baby," she said, looking up to meet my gaze. "Josephine Lilyanne. For your father and our mothers."

Unshed tears were in my eyes as I could only manage to stammer out the words "Hyacinth, sweetie, I…"

"That's a beautiful name," Lisa said, gently smiling even as Luna continued to press her head against her chest.

"Agreed," Luna said with a nod as Lisa finally managed to pry herself away from the more ethereal blonde in the room. Turning to face me, Luna brightened up and asked, "Bear, are you feeling thirsty?"

I was going to ask Luna what she meant, but she reached down and pulled the front of her shirt up, over her breasts, revealing that under her shirt she'd worn nothing. Not even a pair of panties. My mouth immediately began to water, and my pants started to tighten. From the corner of my vision, I saw Hyacinth give a shrug and start pulling her own shirt up.

"I'm always up for some fresh milk," I said, as she smiled and pulled her shirt up over her neck and walked up to me.

As she reached me, I wrapped my arms around her, gently lifting her up as she leaned in and kissed me. Walking to the bed, I sat down on the edge as she straddled my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She leaned back, breaking the kiss, and guiding my head to her chest. One of my hands left her back, moving to her front, slowly stroking her baby bump where our child was growing.

My lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking gently, causing her to moan. Her hand moved to the back of my head, pushing down as she arched her back, crying out softly. I suckled harder and faster, drinking as much of her sweet milk as I could swallow, my free hand holding onto her hip as my tongue swirled around her nipple. As she came down from her high, she slid off my lap, and down the bed, sitting in front of me.

Luna tapped my pants, and before I could so much as twitch a muscle, they were gone, neatly folded off to the side along with my boxers and shirt, leaving me sitting on the bed, naked. Taking my cock in hand, the fourteen year old Luna bent forward, kissing the tip before sliding down. She took all of me into her mouth, gagging slightly before she relaxed, taking more of my shaft. She kept this up for several minutes, alternating between sucking my dick and licking my balls.

"Fuck, that feels good," I said as she got me close to cumming. She leaned back, letting just the tip of my manhood slip out of her mouth, and looked up at me.

"Are you ready? To fuck your teen baby mama? To fill her with your seed?" she asked, licking my shaft again.

I didn't answer verbally, instead I stood, picked her up under her armpits, before spinning around and tossing her onto the bed. She gave a slight giggle, spreading her legs apart and reaching down to play with her pussy, opening her labia and inserting a finger inside herself. I crawled on top of her, positioning myself between her spread legs, careful not to put undue pressure on her pregnant belly, and pressing my dick against her entrance.

She reached up and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards her as I pushed. The first inch went in easily, and she moaned loudly, arching her back and grabbing fistfuls of my hair as I pressed further into her cunt. I bottomed out in her as she let loose another loud moan, tightening her grip on my scalp. I held still, giving her time to adjust to my size, and then I started to move.

Her pussy gripped my member tightly, squeezing every inch of my length as I started to pump in and out of her. She let go of my hair and dug her fingers into my hips, thrusting her pelvis upwards to meet my downward strokes. I pulled almost completely out, before slamming back in, filling her pussy with my cock.

I felt her tighten around my cock as her orgasm overtook her, and she screamed. I thought about stopping, but I wasn't done yet. Not even close. And besides, I wanted to come deep inside that tight little cunt of hers. I wanted to fill her with my cum.

As her orgasm subsided, I pulled out halfway, and then slammed back into her. A wet slap echoed through the room as we connected once more. She moaned loudly, and then grunted as my cock found her cervix, and I rammed my full length back home. I pounded into her hard and fast, her body shaking as I drilled her. It didn't take long until I felt my balls draw up and I knew I was close. With one last thrust into her, I emptied myself inside of her, filling her womb with my seed.

I rolled us over, feeling myself about to collapse and mindful of our baby, and hugged her against my front. She snuggled into me, kissing my chest as I held her. My heart was pounding, but I was happy. I closed my eyes, more than willing to drift off, only for a throat to clear. I turned my head, seeing the equally naked and equally pregnant Hyacinth staring hungrily at us.

"Is it my turn now?" she asked, making Luna give a tired chuckle as she rolled off of me.

"Sure," the freshly fucked Luna said. "Be a dear, Bear, and don't stop until you've put your penis in Hyacinth and Lisa's vaginas."

I chuckled, "No problem."

Hyacinth didn't need any more invitation, all but leaping over to me and immediately straddling my hips. Reaching down with one hand, she grabbed my cock, and positioned it at her entrance. She rubbed her clit while I slipped my cock into her, a moan escaping her lips as I filled her up. She rocked her hips, riding me slowly as I watched her big tits bounce with each thrust. I couldn't help myself and reached up, pinching her nipples between my fingers.

"Mmm," she groaned, biting her lower lip as she began to rise up and down. "That's it, fuck my pussy, Daddy."

Bear Sandosen

I grinned up at the pregnant teen above me, pushing my hands under Hyacinth's ass in order to get a better angle as she rode me. She pushed her breasts into my face, and I took them in my mouth, sucking on her nipples and drinking deeply as I fucked her. She leaned forward, burying her face into my neck and her baby bump into my stomach.

Lisa straddled my legs behind her, leaning over the younger pregnant teen's back and running her hands along her sides. Hyacinth wasn't producing milk as much as Luna, her body either taking longer to do so or just wouldn't produce as much in general, but show me a man who didn't enjoy having a pair of boobs in his face, and I'll show you a man who is either a eunuch, super gay, or dead.

"That's it," Hyacinth purred. "Suck my titties, Daddy. Fuck my pregnant pussy. Fill me up."

I felt her tighten around my cock as she came, and I jerked, coming as well. I clutched at her tits as my cum shot inside of her. She kept rocking on top of me after that, her tits flopping around as she ground herself against me, milking every last drop from my cock. Her hips were still moving when she collapsed onto the bed beside me, breathing heavily.

I let out a deep breath of my own, as Lisa leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I returned it, feeling Lisa's body against mine as she slid Hyacinth fully to my side and out from between us. After breaking the kiss, I couldn't tell you if it was a minute or an hour later, she stared down into my eyes before leaning down to whisper into my ear.

"You know that they are already planning on teaching their daughters about sex, the same way that they were taught, right?" she quietly whispered into my ear. "Just imagine, walking in on them during those lessons, seeing them tangled together, tongues and fingers dancing across skin and exploring their womanhoods. Maybe you'll be asked to join? To be your daughters' first, to have their young, nubile, virginal bodies under you as you ease them out of girlhood."

If having a naked young woman, her stomach firm with my child, draped over me hadn't been enough to get me hard, those words certainly would have done the job. I sat up, spinning Lisa around as I surged to my knees, her hands reaching out to catch her as she fell forward. I didn't wait for her to fall completely onto the bed, instead lining my cock up with her wet slit. As horny as I was, I was still gentle as I pushed past her puffy, soaked folds, sinking into her depths.

She gasped, a soft moan slipping from her lips as she arched her back, my legs shifting onto either side of her own as I put my hands onto her hips. I pushed into her, admiring the view of her back, the way her muscles flexed and shifted under her skin. Her pussy squeezed tight around my cock, as Luna slid in front of Lisa.

"Here," Luna said cheerfully, guiding Lisa's head down to the younger teen's pussy, still gently oozing with my earlier load. Lisa leaned in, lapping up my and Luna's mixed cum as I slid in and out of her.

The feel of Lisa's tight, wet insides was incredible, her hips rocking back against me as I pushed into her again and again. I slid my hands down her body until I was holding her by her terrific teenage tits and tried to take my time. To savor each moment of being one with this beautiful blonde that I love. Even with my sexual powers, I couldn't last. Our emotional connection was too strong. It wasn't long before I felt myself building up to another orgasm, and as before, I wasn't going to hold back. I thrust into her one last time, my eyes rolling back in my head as I came inside of her.

"Love you," I moaned as I filled her up. "Love…you…all."

Luna pulled away from Lisa as I lay down on my side, pulling her onto my chest as we both tried to catch our breaths. I could hear Luna's voice softly whispering something in the background, but I was too lost in the sensation of Lisa's warm, soft body pressed against me to really pay attention.

I'd ask later, and if it was important, they'd tell me. Right now, a nap was sounding pretty good.

Matriarch Benezia T'soni

I looked over the gathered group of doctors, nurses, and pediatricians; the best I was able to afford. Considering the wealth and resources at my disposal, it was no exaggeration to say that they were the best in the Republics. While it would be silly and foolish to even consider leaving my role in the Asari Republics for the individual who was Little Wing's first, and the father of my second child, I'd managed to gather a rather cohesive view of what he and his crew had to deal with.

Turning to face them, I spoke clearly, each word, inflection, and adjustment of my posture carefully picked to convey the message I desired. As the first word left my mouth, the group of medical professionals straightened, "My daughter has completed her tiv'ilya recently with a human freighter captain. During it, she requested a sister, and I granted her request. With the captain that my daughter chose are a number of human women, three of whom are pregnant themselves.

"You have been picked to ensure the health and safety of both my second daughter's father and those under his command. While intercourse with members of the crew is not required, it will not be punished either. The full details of your assignment are in the data packets you have received, along with the additional benefits and pay bonuses."

I paused for a moment, just enough to allow them to process what they had been told thus far, before continuing. "Based on what I witnessed while melding with the captain, I fully expect that the eight of you will bear witness to locations and sights that no asari has yet seen. In addition to your medical duties, chronicle and catalog everything you see and experience during your time aboard his ship."

The melding with the captain showed me that he believed several things that were ridiculous, but at the very least, he and his crew would be exploring. It was that, the fact that he was her second daughter's father, and their ship's lack of a dedicated medical staff, meant that regardless of his fanciful delusions, she was obligated to shore up the crew's weaknesses.

Dr. Mayar T'vaara and Dr. Visesso Kera were two of the best OB/GYNs in my employ, Dr. Hialtia Ateius and Dr. Erany D'coris were the secondary pediatricians I'd seen when raising Little Wing, Dr. Pri'da Iessiro and Dr. Giestsy T'vetis two of the finest surgeons in the Republics (despite Dr. T'vetis still being a maiden), while Dr. Ce'nais Kyvus and Dr. Taire Prajah were rather unusual for asari doctors in that they lacked any particular specialty, instead favoring a broad, general approach.

Between the eight of them, they should more than be able to handle anything that the crew came across. As they examined their briefings and dossiers, I pulled up my omnitool and checked the information I'd been provided. Satisfied, I closed it and left the doctors to their research, sending a message to the captain of my ship.

"Think they'll have maid outfi-" was the last I heard from the briefing room before the doors closed, mere moments before there was a subtle shift in the floor under my feet, as Captain Miios received the destination I'd sent to her and began the process of heading there.

Upon reaching my quarters, I connected to the extranet and began researching the planet I'd directed Captain Miios to. A human colony, unsurprising, and in the Attican Traverse. Largely settled by humans descended from parts of the human homeworld in the northern hemisphere, particularly the micronations Ireland, Scotland, Iceland, as well as a collection of nations collectively referred to as Norse or Nordic.

Further research showed that, despite the population density, the name of the planet came from a different region of the human homeworld. It was from a region much more akin to asari aesthetics than the majority of what I had seen of human culture. It was a shame that these 'ancient greeks' were not the dominant culture of humanity, but all the same.

Leaning back, I considered several other elements that I had seen while melding with the captain. While it was concerning that he was aware of the Prothean Beacon under the Temple of Athame, the potential treason of the Spectre Saren was also of great concern. Loathe as I was to take anyone, let alone a human, at their word, the potential chaos that a rogue Spectre could cause was nearly limitless. More than that, Matriarch Benezia T'soni was no one's puppet, especially with a daughter growing within her.

Little Wing's call, telling me that she was ready to complete her tiv'ilya, had been rather fortuitous in its timing. I had been growing concerned about Spectre Saren's growing behavior and was in the initial stages of making contact with him. The process would continue, but I would no longer be the one to meet with him face to face.

I dismissed the information of the human colony world, instead pulling up my personnel files. Idly I considered calling in the favor that Spectre Tela owed me, for getting her into her current position in the first place, before deciding against it. Rather ironically, Tela Vasir chose to solve her problems more like a krogan than an asari.

Someone would have to...eliminate the threat that Spectre Arterius posed. More than that, someone, or some group, would have to take the blame. It would take a great deal more thought, both on how to accomplish it as well as whom to lay the blame upon.

Thinking more upon it, in their last communication, there had been mention of a new personal flagship. The flagship was almost certainly this 'Sovereign' in the captain's memories. A dreadnaut capable of manipulating minds with unsurpassed subtleness. It would be far too risky, for me or anyone close to me to approach it. Several degrees of separation would be required, assuming that I was unable to orchestrate a successful assassination in time.

Although...a chuckle, light and demure, escaped from my lips as the thought came to me.

"You would have greatly approved, 'Thyta," I murmured to myself.

I knew a few batarians who despised turians, were smart enough to get the job done, and stupid enough to take the job in the first place. Saren's turian physiology would be his downfall, a favor to the Shadow Broker to trace Saren's food shipments, a few proxy calls, and both Saren and his flagship would be treated to the largest explosive yields ever witnessed in galactic history.

A bit more research, to find the largest explosive yields ever recorded, had me briefly frozen in shock. I had known that humans were a foolish species, but even the krogan hadn't made nuclear weapons with that high a yield. More than that, the original design had double the yield of the device that had been tested.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm and stabilize my heart rate. This would work better. Despite the fact that no species had ever made a nuclear weapon of such power, the technology and mechanical capabilities existed. It was simply a matter of organizing the engineers and technicians to make it.

Saren despised the entire human species, it seemed only fitting that the device that would end his goals and ambitions would draw inspiration from them. The Tsar Bomba was indeed an engine of destruction, but my engine would be used for something far less petty, and I would consider it a failure, if my influence failed to make a device that detonated with a yield below two hundred megatons.

Bear Sandosen

When I woke up, it was the result of an elbow hitting my ribs. I sat up, my arm hugging the stinging bone, at the same time as a guttural cry filled my cabin. Turning, I saw the source of both the cry and the elbow was Lisa, Luna and Hyacinth having apparently left already. But judging from the head of hair between Lisa's legs, Taylor had joined us. She was naked, the muscles of her back drawing my eye, and I could see that she had been working out, giving her an even more athletic, slender body than she'd already had. I watched her for a minute or two, her ass swaying as she pleased Lisa, her arms moving as she gripped her thighs, her mouth moving and her tongue working Lisa's pussy.

Taylor lifted her head, just enough to meet my gaze, and said, "Good morning. Care to join in?"

I chuckled, the tingling sensation from Lisa elbowing me in the ribs rapidly fading. Rather than answering her verbally, I got up and moved behind her, running a hand down her back as I did so. She shivered lightly while leaning back in to resume her efforts to turn Lisa into a pleasured puddle of goo.

Leaning down, I planted a kiss on each of Taylor's ass cheeks before reaching down and sliding a finger across her lips. Her juices were already coating her thighs and her lips were swollen. She let out a light moan as I teased her, and I placed more kisses along her ass and the back of her thighs.

"Please," she said, lifting her mouth from Lisa's clit and looking back at me.

"I suppose I can help you out," I said with a chuckle as I slipped a finger into her, causing her to shudder and moan.

"Yesss," Taylor hissed, and went back to eating Lisa out.

I took my time, teasing Taylor with just a finger or two, while occasionally stroking her clit, all the while planting kisses on her back, ass, and thighs. Taylor was soon whimpering into Lisa's pussy, and Lisa herself was squirming and moaning loudly, her hips rocking into Taylor's mouth and her hands clenched tightly in the blankets beneath her.

Finally, when Taylor's whimpering had become a continuous stream of sound and Lisa was nearly crying from pleasure, I leaned my head in and gave Taylor's slit a long lick. She bucked hard, crying out as she came. I kept going, licking and kissing her slit, sucking on her lower lips, and teasing her clit with my tongue and teeth. The entire time, Taylor continued her work on Lisa, and in no time at all, the pregnant blonde was bucking and crying out again.

And still, I didn't let up. I kept going, working on Taylor, licking her slit and sliding a few fingers in and out of her, while also providing the same treatment to her clit. By the time I leaned back, my face covered in her juices, Taylor had already cum several times, and was now so sensitive that even a gentle breath of air on her clit would cause her to twitch and shudder.

"I think you're ready," I said with a grin. Taylor wasn't eating Lisa out anymore, and from the way that her legs were shaking I thought it probable that without my grip on her hips to keep her up she'd have collapsed.

Either way, she didn't answer, outside of a few mumbled words that might have been an agreement. I chose to take it that way, so I lined myself up and slid into her. She was soaked, hot, and incredibly tight. With her being so worked up, I could feel her walls quivering around my cock as I slid in, and she was tight enough that I felt every ridge and bump. It was amazing, and the way she shuddered and moaned and pushed her ass back at me didn't do anything to discourage me.

I reached under her and slid my hands up her stomach to cup her breasts. They were still on the smaller side, but they were nice to touch, and the way she reacted told me that her nipples were as sensitive as ever. As I gently tweaked them, she let out a long, drawn out moan, which was echoed by Lisa, who came for yet another time.

I gave her a couple of minutes to recover, slowly grinding against Taylor the whole time, and by the time that I could feel Lisa had recovered, Taylor had cum again. She was now a trembling mess, held up only by my hands on her tits and my cock in her cunt.

"Are you ready, love?" I asked, and Taylor's only reply was to nod, her head resting against Lisa's thigh.

"Good," I said, before I began thrusting, hard and fast, pounding Taylor's pussy with every inch of my length. Her cries filled the cabin, and the slap of flesh on flesh echoed. Lisa was moaning as well, and her hands were tangled in Taylor's hair, pushing her face into her slit.

The cabin filled with the sounds and smells of sex, and as Lisa and Taylor came, over and over, I was lost in a world of pleasure, thrusting and pumping until I finally slammed home one last time, cumming deep inside Taylor's quivering cunt.

It took me a couple of minutes to recover, by which point Taylor had slumped down, her cheek resting on Lisa's stomach and her legs stretched out behind her.

"Thanksh," she mumbled, sounding utterly fuck drunk. "That wash amashing…"

"My pleasure," I said with an amused smile, leaning down and giving Taylor a kiss on the cheek.

"Mine too," Lisa said, sounding just as out of it as Taylor was, making me chuckle in amusement.

I moved Taylor up so she was on the bed proper, the two girls cuddling together as I pulled the blankets over them, before heading to the shower. I'd let them sleep in, since we had another day or two before we'd arrive at Elysium and we didn't really have anything pressing to do until we arrived. Once I was clean, I headed down to the main deck, only to pause walking past the movie room. Was that the voice of John Hurt that I was hearing?

Peaking in, I was treated to the sight of a spinosaurus walking across the screen towards some hadrosaurs, Luna staring transfixed. Smiling, I entered and sat down next to her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and pulling her in for a cuddle. Luna, to my surprise, jumped a little when my arm touched her, apparently having been so caught up in the movie that she hadn't noticed me.

Once her surprise was gone though, she eagerly leaned into my side, her focus entirely on the documentary. I want to say that John Hurt had played Ollivander in the Harry Potter movies, but I had no idea how much that translated to the man from her world.

Kara Zor-El

"So, it turns out that in addition to some 'Highland Games' there's also a film being shot on Elysium," I mused aloud, looking over an article about our destination after having gone through some routine sensor checks. It was fairly pointless, we were in mid transit and with the difference in FTL systems between the Yamato and the native technology, we weren't going to encounter any pirates or anyone else until we reached Elysium.

"What kind?" Tonks asked from the Comms station.

"Some kind of zombie movie, from the looks of it, the basic plot is some Prothean ruins are unearthed with a dormant zombie plague, survivors lose contact with the rest of the galaxy, and, quote, 'hijinks ensue', end quote," I told her as I read more about the movie being filmed. "Looks like it's supposed to be a horror comedy. One of the articles talking about it says 'The pioneers of the 20th Century made zombie movies to explore deep, philosophical themes. This movie's more concerned with busting their teeth in.'"

Tonks looked up at me, raising an eyebrow, before tilting her head slightly, "Did Krypton have anything like zombie movies?"

I pursed my lips, thinking back to my early life on Argo, "I don't know for sure, to be honest I don't really remember the kryptonian versions of movies all that much. Even before I hit ten, the younger generation had figured out that Argo was dying. Some people my age delved deeper into them, I didn't see the point. It wouldn't make reality change."

There was silence on the bridge for a minute or two, before Tonks asked, "You turned to sex, didn't you?"

"The overwhelming majority of the people my age did," I confirmed. Thinking back, I took a moment to convert Argo/Krypton time to Earth years before saying, "My first time was when I was twelve...maybe three or four months to thirteen?"

Tonks' eyes widened in surprise, "So young?"

I shrugged, "The world was ending by inches, not like there was anything else to live for."

"What if you got pregnant?"

"We had means to prevent it," I answered. "Kryptonian society was insanely strict on unplanned pregnancies to the point that contraceptive science and methods were like over the counter painkillers."

The witch nodded in understanding, finishing up whatever it was that she'd been doing and pulling up her omnitool. A few more minutes of companionable quiet passed before Tonks spoke up, "Huh, that zombie movie you mentioned, it turns out that they have an open call for extras to serve as zombies."

I hummed in consideration. As much of a headache and hassle that the industry had been, I found that I did miss acting. Plus those Zombieland movies and that Z-Nation show that Harley was so fond of had been entertaining. Especially if the movie had anything like the scene in Z-Nation where the zombies were affected by Viagra.

Just remembering that made me snort in amusement, before saying, "What the heck? While we're there, I'll audition. Want to join me?"

Tonks considered it, before shrugging, "Why not? Sounds fun."

Cameron

The two Asari that had boarded with Sirius from our last stop joined the weekly dance lessons I'd started providing. The lessons helped improve flexibility, which would be helpful in a firefight. As well as in carnal relations. Regardless, the Asari, Samesna and Ysaria, had demonstrated already high levels of flexibility, and were easily able to keep up.

Bear was the one who was, even now after participating in the lessons for months, having the most difficulty. Unsurprising, as his natural build was not biomechanically optimized for flexibility, but rather being optimized for stout strength.

The original idea for the lessons had been Harley's, and as the benefits were numerous and the drawbacks near non-existent, there was no reason not to partake. It was initially suggested as a means of exercise that could be maintained even late into the pregnancies of Hyacinth, Luna, and Lisa, to say nothing of the earlier mentioned benefits of increased flexibility.

I moved my contemplations to a subroutine as Bear approached, the set of his face indicating that he wished to speak to me about some matter. Examining my memory banks, I saw no immediate indicators that provided a readily apparent topic he wished to discuss.

ERROR: 17 Facial Muscles Contracting Without Direction

I dismissed the error message. Before being brought into the Family, I lacked the ability to perform movement of any kind without direct command. Among the changes wrought to me by Tara Q was the ability to perform certain aspects of human behavior without direct conscious command. Reflexively, to put it simply.

Directing that line of thinking to a separate subroutine, I turned the majority of my focus to Bear as he said, "I have to say, I was terrified when we started these. Of embarrassing myself, of looking like a fool, of everyone laughing at me, y'know?"

"Yet you have arrived at each lesson," I observed.

"Therapy with Harley helped," Bear said with a shrug, taking the water bottle I passed him and taking a long drink. "A lot. And no one laughed or mocked."

"We would never do that," I assured him. "We love you. I love you."

Because of another one of the changes made to me upon being brought here, it was true. I could feel actual human emotions, rather than mimicking them as part of an infiltration routine. While I was still learning how to properly express them, and I suspected that I would always be the least expressive of our Family, I could feel them. So much of what had seemed illogical about John and Sarah now made sense, when reexamined with my new understanding of human emotions.

Bear smiled, and it felt like my power cells flickered, "I love you too. And I love it when you lead me around the room. Being in your hands like that feels so peaceful."

The door closed behind Lisa, it was just Bear and me in the room now. I took his hands in my own. "Keep your hands in mine, my heart," I said. "Move with me."

"Forever and for always, my dancer."

Bear Sandosen

When I decided on staying behind after Cameron's dance class, this wasn't what I'd been planning on. But as I knelt in front of her, her lower body bared to me, I was more than eager to worship at her altar.

I placed a hand on her hips and gently tugged, and she shifted forward slightly. Her thighs were already parted, leaving her bare pussy exposed to me. With a gentle push, I slid a finger inside her, causing her to groan softly and push herself into my touch. Smiling, I leaned forward and licked her slit. Cameron shuddered, letting out a low moan as I did. I kept licking, exploring every inch of her pussy, tracing along her folds and flicking her clit.

Cameron let out another low moan as I slipped a second finger into her, sliding them in and out as I kept working on her pussy. Her hips were moving against me, pushing her clit against my tongue, and her pussy was slick with her juices. I could tell that she was getting close, and, not wanting to leave her hanging, I slipped a third finger into her.

She came with a cry, her walls tightening around my fingers, and her juices flooding out over my hand, as well as soaking my face. When she finally stopped, panting, I carefully removed my fingers and looked up, giving her a grin, before leaning in and covering her mound with my mouth.

Her taste was something unique, not exactly sweet, but not unpleasant. I lapped at her folds, drinking up her juices as she shuddered and moaned, and when I sucked her clit into my mouth she cried out again. I kept going, using every trick I could think of to pleasure her, determined to show her just how much I cared, and I had no plans on stopping any time soon.

I lost track of time worshiping her (it was at least an hour, but might have been several), but eventually, her cries reached a crescendo and she came one final time. Her juices squirted into my mouth, and her legs tightened around my head. After a few seconds, her grip relaxed and she let out a deep sigh, her head lolling back.

Smiling, I slowly rose to my feet, before leaning in and giving her a kiss. One that she returned, her lips warm and soft against my own. I cupped her cheek with one hand, my other sliding down her side to rest on her hip. Cameron sighed, her body relaxing into my touch.

When we finally separated, I pressed our foreheads together, breathing heavily.

"Wow," Cameron whispered. "That was... wow…"

"I love you," I murmured, rubbing her back under her shirt.

What happened next took me by surprise: Cameron pushed me onto my back with a single shove, before she straddled my head, reaching down and pushing my shorts down. Her hands wrapped around my cock, and she leaned forward.

"I want to feel you flooding my mouth," she said, moments before her tongue ran along my length.

Considering the position that we were in, I didn't want to just lay there. So, with my hands on her firm, athletic ass, I resumed my own oral assault, doing my best to pleasure her even as her hands and mouth were doing the same to me.

Her mouth was hot and wet and amazing. She took me into her mouth, all the way to the base, and then swallowed around me. Then, she began bobbing her head, her hands moving to cup my balls, squeezing them lightly. It was enough to have me shuddering in pleasure, and her moans vibrating through my cock weren't helping either.

I focused on returning the pleasure, eating her out with a fervor, trying to use everything I could to pleasure her, and apparently, I was successful.

The two of us pleasured each other, and it didn't take long before we were both coming, crying out as we climaxed simultaneously. Her release splashed over my face, and I felt her swallowing as she came, the contractions of her throat around my cock sending me over the edge. I came, flooding her mouth with my cum, and she eagerly drank it down.

Afterward, we lay there, catching our breath.

"Thank you," Cameron whispered.

"You're welcome," I replied.

It was a quiet moment. A comfortable one.

Captain Faprag Crac'pastar

"Slave, how is the construction of the turian's gift coming along?" I demanded of the ship's armorer as I entered his laboratory.

"Smoothly, but I reiterate that making a bomb this powerful makes me very nervous. What manner of maniac designed a nuclear explosive with this kind of yield in the first place?" the elderly salarian asked.

"Doesn't matter," I responded. "Just make sure that it is ready and can be hidden for delivery soon."

As I left, part of me couldn't help but think about the slave's question. While it was true, who originally designed a nuclear device ten times bigger than the Hegemony had ever used didn't matter, I personally was of the opinion that only humans would be so insane to design something so recklessly destructive.

Still, I was already imagining the number of slave raids I'd be able to run with the reward for this job. Someone out there must really hate this turian Spectre, not that I could blame them. Turians were almost as bad as humans, but in a different way. They were far less valuable on the slave markets, what with how they needed specialized food.

Humans, much as they were a blight, were also a gift for the Hegemony. They were a perfect slave race, once properly broken. They were able to work in an amazing variety of environments, and could be fed damn near anything. Even krogan weren't able to digest as wide a variety of foods that humans could.

I chuckled as I approached my cabin, thinking about the other reason that humans made for such a good slave race. The females were on par with asari, and much cheaper overall, but in my case, my particular slave was one that I'd captured on my first raid. Some backwater human colony called Midware, or something like that.

Entering the cabin, the slave in question kept her gaze firmly on the floor, where it belonged. Her head fur was a bright shade of red, which matched her slave markings perfectly. I had to admit, she was an excellent slave, the training she had received immediately following her capture had given her a good grounding in what she needed to do to please a master, and the punishments that I had inflicted during her training had reinforced those behaviors.

Kneeling before me, she kept her eyes averted, knowing better than to look at me without permission. I reached out and gently ran my fingers through her hair. She kept still, knowing better than to move.

"Slave, I have need of you," I said.

"How may I serve, Master?"

I smiled. She was an obedient slave, and her voice was beautiful.

"Remove my clothing."

"Yes, Master."

She moved quickly, and I allowed myself to enjoy the sight of her naked form as she obeyed. Her skin was soft, and her body was well-proportioned. It was a shame that human breasts weren't as large as asari, or as sensitive, but they seemed to fit on her frame much better.

Once my clothing was removed, she moved back into position, kneeling in front of me, her eyes averted. I walked past her, to my desk and sat down in the chair, pulling up the data that had come with the job. The slave knew her role, crawling under the desk and taking my member into her mouth. I groaned softly as her tongue flicked across the head of my cock, and when her hand began to stroke the base, I leaned back in the chair, allowing her to do her work.

While she did her best to pleasure me, I went through the information, considering the best way to get the weapon to the target. A thought occurred, and I opened a comm line to the ship's pilot.

"What do you need, Captain?"

"How many shuttles do we have?"

"Let me check," the pilot said, the line cutting off.

While the pilot checked, I put my hand on the back of the slave's head and forced her to take me to the root. As always, she choked and gagged as my length entered her throat, cutting off her airway. I'd long since mastered the trick of keeping my slave alive through her choking and gasping. She was so eager to serve me. To obey. Just like a slave should.

"We have three," the pilot said as he returned to the line.

"Good," I said, releasing just enough pressure on the slave's head to let her breathe. "Prepare one and make it look like a standard smuggler's shuttle. We will use it to deliver the weapon."

"Yes, Captain," the pilot replied, before the line cut again.

I was pleased, as the plan had a good chance of success. All we would have to do is track the target back to his base, and we would have our payday. One large enough to procure another two cruisers, turning my single ship into the beginnings of a proper privateer fleet.

The slave suddenly increased the intensity of her ministrations, and I grunted in pleasure as I came, filling her throat with my seed. She choked and sputtered, struggling to swallow my release, but she was well trained and managed.

I sat back, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm, and considered my plans. It would be a good life.

Diana Prince

I watched with amusement as Harley and Pamela whispered to each other like school children planning something they wanted to keep secret. I admit, in most circumstances being bound by my Lasso in the presence of two of Bruce's Rogues' Gallery would be a cause for concern. Being bound in shibari, with one of said Rogues blushing and stammering to the point I was starting to feel embarrassed, on the other hand?

Harley and Pamela continued to talk and, as they did, Pamela grew more confident. Harley, for her part, seemed to become increasingly aroused, if the way she was subtly rubbing her thighs together was any indication. Eventually, the two seemed to reach some sort of agreement, and turned to face me.

"So, Wondy," Harley said as the two walked up, crawling onto the bed on either side of me. "Imma thinkin' next time we do this, I should tie ya up an' set ya on the dinner table, so Fuzzy can plop his cock between yer tits. Or maybe feed ya one o' the coven girls' milk potions, and set ya on the wall by the coffee maker."

I raised an eyebrow at her, and she pouted lightly, before she and Pamela began to lightly run their fingers over my bare skin. They avoided the obvious places, my breasts, womanhood, and the like, instead focusing on the parts that were tied and bound.

Their touch was gentle, and they occasionally stopped, their hands exploring the ropework.

After a moment, they began to shift their touch, moving to the places that I wanted to be touched. Their fingers teased and pinched, and I found myself panting slightly as they did. My nipples were rock hard, and they were playing with them, rolling and tweaking the little nubs, making me moan and squirm.

One of Pamela's hands moved down, sliding over my stomach, and then lower, until she was lightly tracing the edges of my folds. Harley smirked at me, leaning in, and her voice was low and husky as she said, "You're soaked, Wondy."

I shuddered, feeling a flush of heat rising to my cheeks. She was right, though, I could feel it. My pussy was slick with my arousal, and the way that Pamela was teasing my slit was only turning me on even more. I could see the gleam of amusement in Harley's eyes, and I knew that she was enjoying watching me squirm.

That lasted until Harley swung her leg over my chest, straddling my shoulders and facing her fellow Gothamite. Then, she moved back, until her own womanhood was placed over my mouth. I did not hesitate, reaching out with my tongue to taste the younger woman, even as Pamela's fingers stopped teasing and instead reached past my folds and into me.

Harley moaned and shuddered, and I could feel her juices beginning to flow as she was pleasured. In contrast, Pamela was gentle, but insistent, and I soon felt her fingers pumping in and out of me, her thumb teasing my clit. I did my best to pleasure the two, even as Harley began to move against my face, and Pamela picked up her pace, thrusting into me harder and faster.

I was quickly getting close, and from the way that Harley was moaning, and her juices were flowing, she was as well. As for Pamela, her fingers were pistoning in and out of me at a frantic pace, and her thumb was working my clit. The sensations were overwhelming, and I came, my release splashing over Pamela's hand.

From there, instead of giving me a moment to rest and recover, Harley fell off my face and said to Pamela, "Your turn, Red. Imma catch m'breath then enjoy the Wonder Twins."

I knew she meant my breasts, but I was still amused by the reminder of the alien twins as Pamela withdrew her hand and climbed on top of me. Unlike Harley, her front was facing my head, and as she moved up, she met my gaze and held up the loose end of my Lasso, the rope glowing with its unbreakable magic.