Blue Love (R-18)
Chapter 4: Blue Love (R-18)
Like in most things, I proved a quick study in Zaeed's School of Mercenary Finance, and the half dozen wild Asari maidens currently partying with us, my Cum Laude. I leveraged a party at a the site of Omega's biggest recent battle, the biggest in decades by the way, and the Maidens came easy. Maiden by Asari standards, not human, the blue skinned species lived over a thousand Human years, and divided their adulthood into three phases, Maiden, Matron, and Matriarch. An Asari Maiden can be centuries old, but the stage is a time of recklessness not unlike the later teenage and early twenties in humans. They seek out stimulation and sensation often to their own detriment, but the species live so long that even wasting decades stripping can eke out some form of useful wisdom later in life.
Right now I made it my mission to teach these busty blue babes the wonders of lizard cock, and they worshiped with a rare hunger.
"Oh yeah, make her squeal big boy!" the navy blue skinned woman shouted, draped over my broad back jilling herself as she enjoyed way the smooth crags of my unfused graphite plates rubbed across the soft and taut skin of her back.
She rode me as I brought the thunder to the purple skinned woman under me. I don't know why, but Asari vagina is the most velvety good snatch I've ever taken, and if that's not enough of a reason to simp, the mono-sexed species can telepathically link nervous systems with any other species, allowing partners to quickly discover the do's and don'ts of bringing pleasure to each other, and guide the encounter to the maximum climax possible. A guy could get a complex partnering with Asari, thinking he's some kind of sex god, when really the coupling is set damn near to story mode.
Linked to both the woman above me, and the woman below, I could feel their pleasure, not as my own, but as a strong sensation in my own way. My cock felt like a lightning rod in the best possible way as I stuffed it back and forth into the mewling woman below. In a wondrous show of hip elasticity I found more often than not in MILFs she had no issues bringing her knees back to her shoulders and keeping her legs straight, her purple feet on either side of my broad head as her core contracted once again heavily as the three of us finished.
Nutting as a Krogan is crazy.
Breathing heavier that when Space Momma flushed me from the tank, I pulled back my hips as roughly a torrent of pearly seed leaked out of the dark purple birth canal stretched wide and twitching from my intrusion. Few sights please me like my baby batter flowing out of a well fucked pussy, and this particular iteration had feeling like a proud dad about myself. A genuine 'That's my boy' running through my head interrupted by a drone hovering in with a quality camera pointed at the money shot.
'That's not mine.' I thought as I looked around.
I'd sparked up some omni drones to decorate the apartment complex used by Archangel and his gang of vigilantes, understanding that the sights and smells of gunfire, explosions, and death would only fascinate the hos for a little while, and used some of the omnitools take from the Quarian scrapper's shop linked to mine to operate as fabricator drones to doll the place up to proper party ambiance. It worked out well. The drone currently filming the massive load I'd shot into the purple Asari while the navy Asari held a glass under her leaking hole did not belong to me.
"Are you ready to be a mommy to a Krogan baby?" the dark blue woman asked holding up the nearly filled pint of semen to the camera.
Purple bitch had tears streaming down her dark eyes but a bright white smile on her face.
"I'm ready!" she cheered for herself, "I'm ready to have a Krogan baby!"
The pair took turns drinking down the pint of seed and after finishing it both turned to the camera and opened their mouths before putting on the cutest smiles possible.
"And cut!" shouted the most svelte of the party goers who's bright orange omnitool controlled the filming drone, "That's money, bitches!"
The three of them gave each other high fives, then moved it into a group hug that included me.
"You did great, big boy!" the svelte shorty complimented, "It's so hard to find Krogan talent for fetish content! You knocked it out of the park!"
"Did I just knock her up?" I asked, partly in confusion, mostly in arousal.
Bear my child, ho.
"That's just some fantasy play that the viewers will eat up." the purple skinned woman stated in what I assume is an assuring tone.
Disappointment, I know thee well.
"Alrighty, my turn. We're going to do some size play now." the itty bitty light skinned Asari took my hand and dragged me over to one of the Krogan rated couches.
Her partners took over the drone controls as she rubbed my wildly erect cock on her tiny azure slit, the external meat of her genitals remarkably human looking despite the color shift.
"Oh no, Mr. Big Bad Krogan, I don't think my little pussy can take such a big cock." the shorty cooed up at me, then shifted my rod lower, "I guess you'll have to put it up my ass."
The rumbling of my chest as I groaned almost drowned out her moaning as I pressed my smooth lizard cock up her tight blue asshole. When I felt the front of my quad on her bubbly little cheeks, I bit my lip. Shorty had almost a fifth of her total height up her ass and nothing but a big smile on her face, the melding of our systems provided me feedback and I knew this woman for what she is, a true blue anal queen.
This is why I fight for the future of the galaxy.
She took a more forceful pounding than either of the other chicks, our coupling occasionally paused to apply more lube, get some gapes on camera, or for her to inhale my cock down her throat. The session finished with me blasting an equally massive load as the first on her face, neck, and tiny tits. She even held up two peace signs with her hands as the drone panned around her, getting every inch of her sweat and cum drenched skin on film.
I grabbed shorty by the ankles and went back to railing that chick after they got their shots, proving to her that her little pussy can take my big lizard cock. It was glorious.
Eventually Zaeed called for an end to things, and I found the Quarian kid holding hands with an Asari, talking. What a degenerate. Technically that isn't even a joke as Asari can meld through armor - and even a low stimulation meld can be as intense as an acid trip if she so desires - let alone the envirosuit needed to keep him safe from developing potentially lethal infections upon exposure to the air we all breathe. He'd never have to contemplate why Asari genitals are so perfect at accommodating cock despite being an all female species, but at least he got an intense experience for his first sexual encounter. The three of us left that apartment block as brothers closer than any others.
When we got back to the kid's workshop we finished the rework of Garm's armor. Re-lined, re-wired, and repaired of the neglect left by the old sweaty bastard. The six thermoses he used for his liquor and snacks got converted into two power cells capable of powering a tank and a half each, a pair of shield generators bringing my total shield capacity to roughly triple its former value with faster recharge rate and decreased delay, an auto doc to check my vitals and distribute medigel without my input, and an armor repair module based off geth tech the Batarians brought me. All hail the black markets!
Between all the dead Eclipse and Blue Suns mercs we had a smorgasbord of the best omni-tools in the Terminus System for the kid to crack and add to my load out. I didn't need to wait for Shepard and the Cerberus scientists to scan and research the way Eclipse mercs reduce tech cool downs by using multi-tool swap set ups when I could just take the tools right off one of the gang's top brass. We loaded up Tech Armor, Fortification, Overload, Incinerate, Incendiary and Disruptor ammo.
One thing in Cerberus's favor, racist bigoted terrorists that they are, was Miranda's access to a software database of Tech abilities she extended to me. The limits on Tech cooldown and rank were a function of omni-tool quality and stable power supply. Unlike in the games anyone could throw out maxed out Tech abilities if they had access, no elite levels of training needed. Money was the biggest factor in limiting the Tech game, but anyone smart enough could get around that like we did. Of course, not everyone could mount two tank rated power cells to their shoulders and run around, but I am Captain Krogan. Even my lesser brothers from the lab on Korlus could pull off metric ton lifts without even grunting. Okeer may have had the philosophical capacity of a middle schooler, but his mad scientist game was on point, at least after he got some Collector tech to carry him to the finish line.
The Quarian kid had a friend come over and paint my armor Believe It! black and orange while I went to work on the shotgun I looted. I am pretty sure this girl is going to get killed by Morinth in the near future, but I kept my mouth shut. I'm not exactly someone who can rightly say to stay away from Asari baddies considering I just spent an evening shooting a substantial amount of porn with some strangers, and there's a reason Asari don't let Ardat Yakshi become public knowledge. It's a very minor risk. Pretty much anything you do in life has a higher chance of killing you than hooking up with Asari.
'Hey stranger, there's a chance you might get your brain melted by some blue poon sometime soon.' said a man who doesn't want his armor painted professionally today.
Instead I focused on giving my Claymore the Widow to Black Widow conversion treatment, getting the shot capacity up from 1 to 3. It added more weight to the already heavy gun, but I didn't care. I also added a stock, bayonet, smart choke, and the recoil dampening system that allowed other species besides Krogan to fire the damn thing without breaking an arm. Just because I could use the gun safely didn't mean I had to enjoy the feeling of a fifteen hundred pound horse kicking me every time I pulled the trigger. I swear Krogan use the ridiculous base model just to feel like tough guys. I'll leave protection of my ego to my war crime of a gun.
When I stepped back from the work, I ended up with the equivalent of three huge health bars that regen independently of each other with enormous damage reduction, an under three second cooldown time on the only two abilities needed to dick down on the majority of the galaxy and a shotgun now completely lethal to three people a serving up to forty yards away. We have achieved Lord Death of Murder Mountain status. I think Baron is the appropriate rank. There was still lots of room for improvement, but the framework was now firmly in place.
Zaeed got called away before we finished to go help recruit Mordin in the Plague Zone, a section of the station quarantined off after the release of a bioweapon by the Bloodpack. He missed out on us finding a back alley 'shooting range' and putting everything through an hour of testing. I now looked upon the smoking ruins of what was once the smoking ruins of a functional back alley, and saw that my work was good.
"We have created true beauty, my friend." I said after the testing as I clasped hands manly style with the stranded Quarian scrapper.
"I can't thank you enough for letting me help build your gear." the Quarian said, "I've learned so much."
"I gotta move out." I told him, "Keelah se'lai, brother."
"Keelah se'lai, Grunt." he said, "I'll never forget you."
A few hours later Zaeed showed up at the Normandy SR2 just after the pirates I hired finished delivering the freezer trailers full of stolen meat, milk, and eggs I purchased from them. I had to shoot two of them for trying to steal from us, but the others didn't turn hostile. Vorcha are a strange and hideous race, and I don't recommend doing business with them, but it's nice to be able to shoot someone for bad customer service and no one care.
"You certainly took over the cargo bay." the old merc laughed while I put in the last bolt for my new grill.
"Have you had a taste of the ass they serve on plates here?" I chuckled and stood up to shake hands with him.
"Not yet." He denied.
"Then, you'll be thanking me for the steak and eggs soon." I said with my best attempt at a friendly smile.
Every time I try it feels less and less like a grimace. Progress!
Even out of my armor I dwarfed the stocky mercenary, but you'd never think the size difference made Zaeed uncomfortable. The man was carved from granite and life only added more jagged edges to him. I admire that about him deeply. I know what it's like to lose everything but your life. Hell, I technically lost that too. I'd pay a king's ransom to punch the teeth down the throat of the idiot that sent me onto the Next Great Adventure, but I'll settle for helping Zaeed get his payback while we quest together to become 'big goddamn heroes'.
The old merc walked over to the table I'd left my shotgun on and hefted it up with a growl.
"You boosted the clip capacity." he nodded his head in approval, "I like the stock, whatever retard thought it was a good idea to make every shotgun in the galaxy pistol grip needs a chance to suck start this bad boy."
"Agreed." I barked back to him.
"You and that Quarian kid do good work." Zaeed said while he put the gun back down, "What was his name, again?"
"Why the fuck would I know?" I answered.
We looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds, then laughed our asses off.
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