Chapter 26. Return (18+)

Somehow half a year passed unnoticed, a whole six months of traveling through the vastness of space in the company of a pretty mentor. Although no romantic feelings arose between us, it was an exclusively professional relationship in a friendly atmosphere. Well, it's worth noting that such madness as our first case has never happened again. Usually we came across illegal weapons dealers, drug dealers, pirate gangs and corruption in the colonial government apparatus. But all these cases were quite small, local and not worth mentioning. On the other hand, I was able to conduct investigations and apprehend or eliminate criminals at a calm pace under the supervision of a mentor. Well, we did even smaller things along the way if we came across them along the way. In general, we fly haphazardly around the galaxy, doing good and bringing justice to all those in need.

"Ivon, where exactly are we?" a voice distracted me from designing a prototype of hand repulsors.

-Yes, now Samara.—.

When I minimized my tabs and brought up an interactive map of our sector of space, the asari had already reached me and gracefully sat down in the co-pilot's seat, distracting me with her curves. Yes, six months without sex turned out to be a real test, more and more often I caught myself openly staring at Samara, and hiding the natural reaction of the body during our regular sparring became more and more difficult every day. And even frequent private communication sessions with Liara, during which my beloved pleased me with nudity or sessions of self-pleasure, helped little.

"Are we near Tessia?" the justicar noticed the location near us of a secondary relay leading to the asari's home world. - Great, turn towards her.

I experienced ambivalent feelings from Samara's order. On the one hand, I will finally meet with Liara, but on the other, the prospect of meeting with Benezia does not inspire optimism. Mom has been regularly trying to contact me for the past half a year, and when I do answer, she throws out accumulated complaints at me, throws lectures, threatens to deprive me of money, and a couple of times she simply begs me to come home. And you can't explain to her that I'm busy with important work; on her part, my hormones started playing and my ass wanted adventure. Well, at least there are no complaints about the training, everything is smooth here: I download lectures, submit assignments regularly, so no complaints.

"Would you like to meet Lady Benezia?" the justiciar smiled knowingly, unsettling me.

"How... Did you know!" he cast a shocked glance towards the woman sitting next to him. -How long ago?-.

—I found out in the first weeks of our partnership. The explored galaxy knows not many intelligent people of your kind." The asari cast a mocking glance at me. -You remind me of Ivon as a child. When I was young, I also couldn't sit still. I just used my abilities in a destructive way: mercenary work, smuggling... Yes, I was a very active asari.—.

While Samara was sharing the details of her life, I was slowly going crazy, but I didn't forget to steer Victoria towards the repeater. In just 24 hours we will be on Tessia. And on this occasion, I did not forget to drop a message to one wonderful future archaeologist. Finally I'm coming home.

***

Athena Nebula, Parnitha system, planet Thessia.

We arrived at the asari's home planet late in the evening. Or rather, on the side of the planet where we landed, sunset was already setting, but as far as I know, the justiciar temples for the justiciars themselves are open around the clock.

It just so happens that the temple of justiciars on Thessia (although the word "temple" is not entirely suitable for the place where justiciars store and exchange information reports, receive weapons and uniforms and the necessary assistance, undergo training when joining the order, and can also stay if necessary live for a while) is located in the Republic of Serraia. It was in the republic where Liara and I grew up. This temple is even located in the same region that our hometown belongs to, and it was there that Samara had to get.

In general, in order not to show my face in my native republic, I had to pull the damn hood back on. Well, at least I don't have to wear armor, although I still wore light armor. Well, like armor, more like a spacesuit made of polymer multilayer fabric capable of withstanding small-caliber shots, resistant to explosions, acid and extreme temperatures and equipped with a kinetic shield. Samara wears something similar on a regular basis, only I have the male version, without heels, not low-cut, and white-gray with yellow stripes. Well, and the hood on top, of course.

But outside they were already waiting for us, and I'm not talking about the port workers. As soon as our shuttle descended onto a specially designated area for such small ships, a female voice shouted my name from the upper levels of the port passages located slightly to the side, and then a nimble female figure, completely ignoring all sorts of rules, jumped down to us, helping herself with biotics as she fell and deftly correcting the course flew six meters without any problems. But Liara was not lazy and got the hang of dealing with biotics quite well.

Well, or I was a little hasty with conclusions. My little sister almost didn't reach our platform and almost fell down between the sections, but I managed to catch her, which is why I found myself in captivity of graceful female hands that possessively clasped my head. I missed her much more than I expected, because a second later I was kissing him selflessly, supporting the asari's rounded ass hanging on me, and with the other hand he ran over such a desirable body, playing Liara like a musical instrument, drawing quiet moans from her.

"I see you're going to have a lot of time alone," Samara's mocking voice pulled us out of the fog of desire.

As soon as I realized what position I was in, I pulled away from Lee's soft lips and looked around. Well, yes, several asari hooted or whistled to encourage us, a couple filmed with their instruments, and some simply shook their heads at such behavior. I had to let go of the embarrassed Liara and, in an emergency, hack into the personal devices of those around me, sending them a "virus" to delete photo and video files. It was not enough for such news to reach Benezia.

While I was busy, Samara looked at the younger asari with curiosity. -So you are Liara? Ivon told me a lot about you.—.

-Oh, and you are a justiciar. Samara, right? I hope my boyfriend didn't bother you too much?" Liara supported the dialogue.

-Oh no. He is, of course, extremely reckless and careless, but very talented." The justiciar shook her head, smiling warmly, but was immediately distracted by the message that had arrived. -Well, I think you want to do something more interesting than listen to my stories. Ivon, I'll write to you, but for now you can be free.—.

After these words, Samara hastily left the platform, clicking her heels and headed towards the passenger area of ​​the port, where she safely disappeared.

"Well, to you or to me?" he broke the established silence, which caused a playful laugh and a new passionate kiss.

As it turned out, Liara moved out of Benezia and now rents an apartment near Serraia State University, where she is studying. It was such a large apartment, as I appreciated out of the corner of my eye while I brought the asari hanging on me into it, lost in lust and not leaving my lips. Along the way we pulled each other's clothes off... well, we tried. At least Liara remained naked before we even got to the bedroom, but my suit couldn't be taken off so easily, so the asari, judging by the haze of biotics, decided to just tear it off.

"Ah!" the asari screamed in surprise, losing concentration and dispelling her biotics when I threw her onto one of the chairs.

"Goddess, how beautiful you are." He cast a carnivorous glance at the girl, pleased with the simple compliment, who spread her legs wider. -Let me try you first.—.

Apparently deciding to make herself more comfortable, Liara picked up an unfinished glass of wine from the table. Someone had a good time last night judging by the small mess in the apartment, the wine and the shoes lying on the piano.

Dropping to my knees, I started with Liara's legs, showering the inner thighs, each time rising closer. Feeling the silky texture of the blue skin was magical, as was hearing the girl's eager sighs. Yes, I myself could barely control myself so as not to plant my dick in the asari's wet slit, but there was something in sexual tension when you walk on the edge without crossing it.

In the end, when I got to Liara's "blue" and licked her girl, she reached such tension that with a loud moan she squeezed my head with her legs and hands, pressing me by the hair to her pussy and began to cum. All I could do was enjoy the slightly "sparkling" taste, like weak electric discharges, and caress her with my tongue, prolonging the bright end. However, when the first orgasm ended, I continued to play with the "azure", penetrating the slit with my tongue and playing with the bead of the clitoris, simultaneously pulling off my clothes. When Liara reached her second orgasm, I was already completely naked, but I was in no hurry to tear myself away from the girl's source of pleasure. However, the tart taste of wine mixed with the girl's juices made me break away from the process and begin to climb up the asari's slender body, collecting the wine flowing through the body with my tongue, until I reached the hollow between the elastic breasts, which had grown a little over time. I couldn't deprive them of attention, with pleasure I began to play with the soft mounds and dark blue nipples, hard from excitement, pulling sighs of pleasure from my beloved.

However, someone got tired of waiting, so Liara gulped down the rest of the wine in the glass, threw it aside and pulled my head towards her, sharing a kiss with me, sweet from alcohol, at the same time trying to enjoy it on my almost smoking penis. Well, I couldn't help but help in this good cause, but the chair sat too low and was uncomfortable in this position. And there was no way I could get into the air, so I picked up the hot girl and laid her on a nearby keyboard musical instrument, after which I calmly began to adjust myself to the squelching crack.

"Ah-ah!" Liara echoed me when I finally entered her.

Apparently, during the time we didn't see each other, there was nothing thicker than her fingers in Liara's pussy, so although the asari girl was incredibly wet, she was just as outrageously narrow as the first time. So it was not possible to get into full swing right away, nor to gain a decent pace. I had to restrain myself by slowly penetrating in and out, letting Liara's pussy get used to it.

"Ivo-on." Liara brought me out of my concentrated state when I tried to move at a slow pace. -Aam, I...ready.—.

I didn't have to repeat it twice, so I gradually began to increase the pace until my movements began to resemble the movements of a jackhammer, and the legs of the musical instrument were creaking with all their might, trying not to break under my pressure. Liara was already lost in pleasure, closing her eyes and leaning back, filling the apartment with moans and cries of pleasure while my friend pounded into the asari's pussy with a depraved squelch.

As my first orgasm approached, our minds and feelings merged together again, allowing us to share them with each other, instantly pushing us over the edge. But thoughts alone seemed to me not enough, so when Liara's leg swayed in front of my face again, I grabbed her and caught her neat, manicured fingers in my mouth.

"Do you like my feet that much?" felt the mental image of Liara with the help of the embrace of eternity, which he immediately tried to repeat.

"I love everything about you."

"Oh, Ivon!" Liara pulled me towards her, starting to wave me even more cheerfully and trying to envelop me with her feelings.

Well, we really miss each other.

***

The night went well and we both calmed down, pouring out all our accumulated desires only when the first rays of light penetrated the window, illuminating our sweaty bodies. That's when we fell asleep. But it was not the sun that woke us up.

"Ivon, get up!" Samara, who burst into the apartment, pulled the blanket off me and Liara, who was lying in my embrace.

"What... are you... what..." I could hardly put together a few words after such a sudden awakening.

Liara pulled the pulled blanket towards her, covered herself, and glared at the justiciar with an irritated and embarrassed look.

—I tried to contact you, but you didn't answer. Get ready, you have ten minutes.—.

"Can I at least have a couple of hours?" I finally came to my senses a little and was also quite angry at such unceremoniousness.

"No, I found Miral's trail, every minute counts," Samara answered firmly. "And if you're late, I'll follow her myself." One. Get ready.—.

After these words, the asari left us, and I had no choice but to run to the shower, in order to at least rinse off after an active night.

"Ivon." Liara called out to me when I was already putting on the armored suit. -Can I go with you? A short meeting once every six months is not for me.—.

I had to spend the little remaining time in order to console Liara. - Honey, it won't be long. Study to become an archaeologist and we will fly through space together. Well, when it's all over, we'll settle down somewhere on the Citadel, what do you say?" he asked, lightly massaging her scallops as in childhood.

-Do you promise?—.

"I swear." He put an end to this conversation by kissing Liara goodbye and rushing out of her apartment like a bullet in search of Samara.

Fortunately, she didn't have time to go far.

We spent the way to Victoria in silence, as during takeoff on Victoria itself, and only when approaching the repeater did the asari deign to break the silence by pointing to the relatively recently colonized sector of the territories of the Azari republics so that I could plot the route. And if I was simply irritated by such a wake-up call and wanted to sleep, then Samara was incredibly tense, eh.

- Well, who did we fly to look for after all? It must be someone damn important or dangerous if you snatched me out of bed." I tried to start a conversation, but it seemed Samara didn't even hear me.

So, having stopped obsessing over this issue, I focused on steering the ship. Well, I opened a project for a manual repulsor, it still needs to be finalized. Or rather, it has been finalized, but it still needs to be competently crammed into future armor, the power of compensators and an energy generator based on the mass effect must be calculated, and much, much more.

Imagine my surprise when, half an hour later, Samara began to speak.

-Miral, she...she is Ardat-Yakshi, my biggest mistake. The one I have been pursuing for more than a hundred years, the one because of whom I became a justiciar in the first place. She kills to satisfy her dark desires, and is absolutely devoid of compassion and any empathy. And she's also my daughter." With these words, Samara displayed on the holoscreen of the observation panel an image of a beautiful asari, incredibly similar to the justiciar herself, but with a more...cruel and cold face.

For the next hour, Samara talked about Miral and Ardat-Yakshi. Ardat-Yakshi are asari with a genetic defect that prevents them from producing Eternity's Embrace. Or rather, they can, but at the same time, the connection between the nervous systems of Ardat-Yaksha and her partner is not soft, like the rest of the asari, but as hard as possible, literally burning out the partner's nervous system and causing extensive brain hemorrhages. Because of this, Ardat-Yakshi cannot exchange feelings with a partner, which is extremely important for the development of the asari personality and, accordingly, this causes mental disorders in asari patients and leads to psychopathy. Add to this the strengthening of biotic abilities after each intelligent person killed during sexual contact (a very interesting phenomenon, by the way, perhaps such a connection spurs the asari nervous system to develop and strengthen?) and Ardat-Yakshi becomes a truly dangerous creature. So, according to Samara, their natural charm is also developed to the limit, allowing them to almost hypnotize their victims, suppressing their will. Or is it only Miral who can do this? Oh, no wonder they were revered as goddesses of destruction in the past, in prehistoric times.

"Don't worry Samara, we will definitely find her, I promise." He covered the asari's hand with his as a sign of support when she finished the story.

-Thank you Ivon... this really means a lot. It's nice to share your burden with someone." The asari relaxed a little after my words.

***

"And yet I was not mistaken," breathed the beautiful asari sitting at her desk while watching an amateur video of interesting content.

The video at the local spaceport clearly showed an asari jumping from a bridge above the shuttle landing platforms, suspiciously resembling her daughter, landing in the arms of a male figure wearing a hood that made it impossible to see his face. However, the asari herself gave out his name when jumping, so now it was clearly visible that her own daughter and adopted son were in a relationship.

"Apparently our children were luckier, right Gordon?" she smiled sadly at the framed photograph of her old friend standing on the table, taken when he was still full of strength, and there was no trace of the disease that eventually consumed him.

However, the matriarch did not indulge in melancholy for long. Returning to the video, the woman zoomed in and zoomed in on the face of the asari standing next to her son.

"Shiala!" Benezia called the head of her security and also the head of intelligence. - Find out who this asari is, what she does, what ship she flies on and where she is now. It's time for my prodigal son to return home.—.