Monthly Short: Destruction and Afterlife
Added 2018-03-14 20:30:42 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: The destruction is of Miranda's butt.
Afterlife is the name of the club.
PUNS.
[futa(x5)/F] [domme vs. domme] [gangbang] [hotdogging] [titfucking] [blowjob/throatfucking] [handjobs] [voyeurism/exhibitionism] [anal/DAP/TAP] [face-sitting/rimming] [vaginal denial]
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Omega, de facto capital of the Terminus Systems. A city of sin and scandal, a melting pot where anyone with the right connections and the right money could find what they wanted. A city owned by one woman -- the asari crime boss Aria T’Loak. Omega was her bitch, and anyone who didn’t like that had a written invitation to be her bitch too. Nothing that happened on the space station escaped her notice, and that which was too vocally coveted soon found its way into the Pirate Queen’s azure hands.
Tonight, she had laid her eyes upon a new prize. One she’d taken notice of the last time the SSV Normandy had made its way into her city. The Cerberus operative, Shepard’s apparent right-hand woman. Miranda Lawson.
Genetically engineered by her father, sources had told her. Sources Aria had come to trust. She believed it -- while humans exhibited their own basic loveliness on occasion, this creature was clearly special. Dark, lustrous hair, that full chest, the way her tight white Cerberus uniform clung to her every curve... and of course, that ass. It had taken less than a moment for Aria to notice that, and barely a moment more to desire it. And so, she would have it.
“My lady? The ship’s here,” a young asari commando arrived at the left side of Aria’s clubroom throne, her voice soft. A newer recruit, but she showed promise.
“The Normandy?”
“Yes. Shepard’s ship. She’s here for some dealings with the Blue Suns -- the rest of her crew is taking shore leave on the station.”
The corner of Aria’s lip curled into a tiny grin, lowering her hand to the glass of whiskey sitting on her chair’s arm. “Is she with them?”
“...Um.”
“Lawson, moron.”
“Ah, yes. Your message has been delivered to her.”
“Did you see her?” Aria purred, swirling her fingertip around the rim of her glass as she watched the clubgoers at Afterlife, their drunken bodies squirming in revelry.
“I did. She’s....”
“Magnificent.” Aria took another small sip, exhaling slowly. “Clear the club out. Make sure she comes here. And...” the crime boss reached out to take hold of the recruit’s wrist as she moved to leave. “What was your name again?”
“Erm. Kelia. K-Kelia T’Nali,” the girl stammered, her voice catching in her throat. “Did... you need something else?”
“Yes,” Aria grinned, her hand sliding down from the girl’s wrist to her hips, then down, taking firm hold of the pale asari’s perky butt and giving it a firm squeeze. “Escort Lawson. I want you here as well. In fact...” her grin widened as an idea drifted into the twisted labyrinth of her cunning mind. “...Bring a few other commandos with you. And I’ll want music.”
“Absolutely, my lady,” Kelia said with a nod, biting her lower lip softly at the squeeze and then pulling away, her slim figure jiggling cutely as she descended the stairs from Aria’s balcony throne.
Aria T’Loak expected a fun time to come, though she didn’t yet know exactly how she planned to coerce Miranda into the “fun” she was hoping for. Blackmail was always an option. She had commandos track down and surround the location of the woman’s sister. What she didn’t know was how easy all of this would really end up being.
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It had turned out, rather believably, that the laboratory in which Tali had finally escaped the prison of her exo-suit was filled with cameras. One of which had been monitored by Miranda Lawson when the overeager quarian had been fucked into total bliss by her crewmates, Liara and Samara -- the two powerful asari using their huge blue cocks on the Normandy’s engineer, eventually cramming both into Tali’s backside simultaneously. They had no idea, of course, that Miranda watched the entire thing from beginning to end, nor that she’d been aggressively fingering her pussy for the duration of the show. The Cerberus agent had climaxed not once, but three times that night... and the night after, and the night after, dream and fantasy alike plagued by thoughts of thick blue girldicks forcing their way inside of her. Twice she’d considered approaching Liara or Samara about the subject, but... how? How could she admit she’d spied on them? And beg for the same to be done to her, no matter how badly she wanted to? It would do irreparable damage to the thin facade of superiority and leadership she’d engineered for herself, something that could be shattered so easily if the rest of the crew stopped to realize that Miranda had no real command over the Normandy’s crew.
Shore leave on Omega, therefore, had been desperately needed. Anything could be hidden from public record with the right leverage, and if she was careful, Miranda might be able to see to her... needs... without the crew having to hear about it. As such, an invitation to Afterlife -- the station’s premier nightclub -- was something Miranda didn’t just accept. It was something she leapt for.
Now, she stood on the balcony of that empty club, the usual thumping, synthesized beats replaced by something a bit more slow and soothing, though with an edge that set Miranda’s nerves ablaze. She stood before Aria T’Loak, a woman she’d met only once before -- and surrounded in a semi-circle by four other asari commandos, each unique in their way, but each one gorgeous.
“I want you,” Aria had been saying, formalities and subtle threats leaving Miranda unfazed as she was presented before the Pirate Queen. “And you know damn fucking well that I get what I want. Now I’m willing to play nice, but if you’d rather, I can--”
“Before you threaten me, and make all of this a lot less pleasant,” Miranda interrupted, causing a sudden flare of rage to erupt in Aria’s eyes -- rage that would be dispelled in the next few seconds. “Why don’t you show me how badly you want me. I’m hearing a lot of talk, but I see your blue dick’s still in your pants.” She spoke with the cold superiority that only Miranda could truly pull off, an infuriating counter to Aria’s fiery domineering. There was a moment of silence, the commandos glancing back and forth between each other, wondering whether to take some kind of action or what kind of action they’d even try to take.
The silence was broken, however, by the sound of a zipper -- Aria’s zipper, the asari conqueror’s oval features lifting into a hungry grin as she drew down the front of her sharp leather dress. “You’ll have to excuse me, Ms. Lawson...” she said softly, drawing the front of her dress apart to reveal her full, azure breasts, her flat stomach, and the pair of jet-black panties struggling to hold onto the thick alien shaft Miranda had requested to see. “I’m unused to the feeling of the prey running into the predator’s jaws. I rather like it.”
“Who said you were the predator?” Miranda arched a brow, causing a low growl to rumble from Aria’s bared chest. “You want me, you can have me. On one condition.”
“And what would that be?” Aria parried, an edge of conflict in her mostly-calm voice. While things were going her way, the human’s attitude about this course of events was one Aria both secretly admired, and was profoundly annoyed by. Her eyes swept once more over Miranda’s astonishing figure, reminding herself of why she coveted it so intensely, and the asari hooked her fingers into her panties, drawing them down to reveal her naked form in its entirety... naked except for the pistol hidden beneath her chair’s arm, of course. Had to stay on your toes when you were the Pirate Queen of Omega.
Miranda allowed herself a little smile of her own as her pale blue eyes descended to drink in the sight of Aria’s alien dick, fully hard and laying against the crime lord’s flat stomach, waiting to be used. “Not a soul hears of this.”
“Counter-offer,” Aria returned, licking her lips. “Not a soul hears of this... and my girls here get to have their fun with you as well. Oh--” she paused dramatically, stifling a giggle. “--And your ass is mine. Scratch that... it’s all of ours.”
Miranda swallowed silently, glancing back at the quartet of asari behind her. Images of Tali drifted past her mind’s eye, sandwiched between two asari, their huge cocks crammed into her tight ass. The way the little quarian screamed with ecstasy as she came all over herself. “...Deal.”
Taking a few slow steps forward, Miranda bit her bottom lip, coming close enough to almost straddle Aria’s throne as she fussed with the front opening of her own suit, undoing a button and letting the front breast-lapel hang loose, exposing a glimmer of creamy, pale cleavage. Before the asari had a moment to admire it, however, Miranda turned -- facing her backside toward the crime lord and leaning down, causing the huge, firm globes to pop even more against the hexagonal pattern of her skintight white Cerberus uniform. “Was... this the ass you were talking about, Aria?”
“It is,” the asari purred hungrily, her throat going dry as she reached out to place both hands on the human’s hips, then her butt, giving it a soft squeeze. Her cock throbbed against her stomach, almost painfully hard from the teasing of her object of desire. “And it’s everything I imagined it might be.”
“Then perhaps it and you might become better acquainted,” Miranda said, reaching one hand back to balance herself on the head of Aria’s seat, lowering herself back. Not removing her suit, she placed her warm, thick backside firmly in the asari’s lap, feeling that hot, pulsating girlcock squish tightly between her asscheeks as she settled her weight down onto it.
“Nnnph... you’re teasing me, Ms. Lawson...” Aria exhaled, her breathing picking up now as she felt Miranda slowly grind forward, then back, trapping the pirate’s aching girldick between her own stomach and the godly crevasse of the human’s rear end.
“I thought you wanted the full experience?” Miranda purred back, biting back a quiet moan as she shifted her hips back again, slowly sawing her outrageous ass along Aria’s dick in slow, rhythmic rocks of her lower body. “Mmn... your cock is so warm... I’ve never been with an asari before, you know....”
“Well, you’re about to be with several,” Aria stated, one hand sliding up Miranda’s stomach to her breast, giving it a firm squeeze before pulling that lapel away, freeing one firm tit completely before continuing to fondle it. Her other hand tilted Miranda’s stately jaw sideways, leaning in to steal the human’s pillowy lips in a long, possessive kiss, her tongue slipping out quickly to invade the Normandy officer’s sweet mouth. “Don’t stop....”
Miranda let out a soft, breathy moan, taking in what Aria had said and looking up to the four commandos that surrounded her as she urgently squished and rocked her butt back and forth along Aria’s hard cock. All eyes were on her, mixed emotions in the eyes of the four alien beauties as they watched her -- slight discomfort and awkwardness was giving way to rapt attention and increasingly anxious lust, the commandos squirming in place, thighs firmly flexing and relaxing as they tried to hide their swelling erections. Fortunately, the skintight fabric of their sleek black combat suits made this all but impossible, and soon the outlines of four thick pillar-shapes could be seen straining outward between their thighs, desperate to escape.
“Let me see your cocks,” Miranda breathed, swallowing hard. She almost couldn’t believe the words were coming out of her mouth, but her excitement was getting more and more uncontrollable. She knew Aria couldn’t be taken at her word, but the part of her brain that currently reigned dominant was willing to do so anyway and drench itself in the wild horniness that was consuming her. She wanted to feel what Tali had felt.
No. She wanted to feel more.
A little gasp left her lips as the commandos glanced to Aria, who nodded immediately in confirmation. They then began to unfasten the fronts of their uniforms, showing off first an expanse of creamy blue cleavage (smaller and paler in Kelia’s case) before drawing down farther. Miranda’s heart leapt when she saw the smooth skin above her four prizes, the bump where those thick cocks were stored, and her eyes widened when they were finally drawn out. She felt her butt clench of its own accord, her cheeks squeezing tightly around Aria’s shaft and drawing a blissful moan from Omega’s uncontested monarch. They were so big... velvety blue, an ocean of cock both in color and in quantity, bouncing to life as they were freed from the tight, glimmering fabric and throbbing hungrily in Miranda’s direction.
She wanted each and every single one of them inside of her -- that much she knew instantly. Pacing herself would be the difficult part. But after restlessly rocking and squirming her thick, firm ass against Aria’s hot dick for what felt like an eternity, she knew she was ready for that pace to increase. “Aria,” she cooed, tilting back and stealing another hard kiss from the asari, one which was fiercely returned, the two resuming their little duel of tongues in an attempt to prove to each other which was in control. “Fuck me.”
“Fuck what, human?” Aria grinned back, hissing with lust as she tilted back, nibbling along Miranda’s earlobe and grinding her hips upward, sawing her hard girlcock against the valley of the Cerberus agent’s plush backside.
“F-fuck...” Miranda swallowed hard. She knew what Aria wanted to hear. And she wanted to say it. But once she did, there was no turning back. She bit her lip gently as the Pirate Queen pinched her stiff pink nipple firmly, her butt clenching back down again. “Fuck my asshole, alien bitch.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Aria cooed, her hand sliding down from Miranda’s breast to her hip, squishing it hungrily while her other hand reached lower, hooking into the fabric of the human’s suit just where her anus should be. Digging her finger in made Miranda squirm and gasp out -- then Aria tightened her finger into a hook, taking firm hold of the fabric and ripping a wide gash in it, enough to expose the human’s pretty pink rear hole while leaving her soaked pussy (something Aria was in no way interested in) concealed by the hexagonal fabric. “Watch closely, girls. You’re about to see how you fuck a human girl.”
Miranda swallowed again, her back arching as she felt Aria’s cock lift and then press against her vulnerable back entrance, squeezing tightly against it. The precum that slathered it after being tightly grappled by Miranda’s buttcheeks, however, rendered it slick enough that only a little bit of rocking and pushing caused the head to pop inside, sliding smoothly into that tight, velvety asshole and drawing a sharp cry of anal ecstasy from the Cerberus officer. “Nnnggghh...!” she growled out, her face screwing up in an expression of temporary discomfort and barely-contained lust as she felt that column of hard flesh sink deep into her, her tight hole gripping snugly around it, dragging it inside.
Swallowing hard, Miranda looked back up to the commandos, shyly stroking themselves now while they watched, all four of them at full hardness and, as far as Miranda was concerned, irresistible. “W-what are you waiting for?” she groaned huskily between hot breaths, sitting back and draping one arm backwards around Aria, rolling her hips slowly forward and back, shifting her tight ass up and down along that huge cock as she invited the others over. And accept the invitation they did, licking their lips as they approached, standing in a tight semi-circle around the human who was stuffed and mounted on their leader like an alpha varren on a hunter’s wall.
Miranda didn’t waste a second in tasting one, then another, reaching out greedily with both hands and wrapping her fingers around two of those big, throbbing blue shafts, taking one underhand and another overhand, starting to eagerly stroke while she ran her tongue up the length of another. Shivers of pleasure shook through her each time she’d slam her full, pale backside down into Aria’s lap, relishing both in the cushioned slap of skin on skin and the lewd squelch of the asari’s huge cock driving deeper back into her asshole. But she wanted more, she wanted to be buried in this banquet of alien dick, wanted to touch and rub and suck all of them.
Her hungry stroking and jerking picking up in speed, Miranda planted her rear end down hard in Aria’s lap and, for a moment, let the asari do the work of thrusting into her while she busied herself with the shaft in her mouth. Licking up to its crown, she eagerly wrapped her lips around the tip and sank down on it, moaning at the sweet, musky taste and letting out a tense moan of pleasure as Aria picked up her pace, thrusting into her ass again and again, both hands on the Cerberus agent’s hips now to keep her steady while she thrust up from the comfort of her Afterlife throne, cramming the entire length of her sapphire member past the slick, sucking grip of Miranda’s back hole.
“It looks like you aren’t pleasing all of my girls, Ms. Lawson,” Aria purred from behind, nipping at Miranda’s ear and grinding her hips forward, burying her cock as deep as it would go and then holding, making the human tremble and shudder as she stroked and sucked, taking one blue cock deep into her mouth now, groaning around it as she struggled to acknowledge the Pirate Queen. It was true -- poor Kelia T’Nali stood just behind her three teammates, not quite big or strong enough to push her way to the front, her hands shyly cupped around her stiff blue dick. “What are you going to do about that?”
“I... mmph...” Miranda drew back, gasping as her lips popped free of the cock that had been prodding into her throat, a bridge of saliva and precum keeping the two connected. “I only have so many... nnngh... hands. If she wiggles in she can fuck my pussy, but--”
“But that’s against the rules,” Aria grinned, nibbling at Miranda’s neck from behind and sliding one hand up, grabbing the human’s breast again and giving it a firm squeeze. “You’ll have to improvise. Lift your legs up, human.” Holding her own shaft deep up Miranda’s ass, Aria’s other hand slipped down from her round hip to the underside of the brunette’s thigh, lifting and spreading Miranda’s leg to encourage the other woman to mirror her actions with the other. “Come closer, Kilea. Time to cram yourself into Ms. Lawson’s ass alongside me.”
“I... I d-don’t know if I’ll be able to fit, with you inside of her--” Kilea stammered, swallowing hard as she pulled in closer, squished between the other three asari and moving her hands to her sides, her sky-blue girldick pulsating with unsatisfied need. Sandwiched between Miranda and the other commandos, the young alien gently rubbed her cock along the wet fabric covering the human’s cunt, getting it slick before slowly guiding it downwards.
“I don’t remember asking what you thought,” Aria interrupted, leaning Miranda back so that the human’s body was fully exposed -- legs spread and lifted high, her ass stuffed with blue dick, her hairless slit neglected and still concealed by the patterned white fabric, full tits exposed and jiggling with each deep thrust of Aria’s rod into her back hole. Each hand still remained on a cock, swapping to the one she’d been sucking while one of the others hovered ominously beside her face. What Kilea couldn’t look away from, though, was the woman’s face; contorted in lewd ecstasy as she hesitantly awaited the first test of her anal limits. Her moment of hesitance, staring into Miranda’s thirsty blue eyes, was jarred by Aria’s insistent demand. “Shove your cock into her ass.”
Kilea blinked, swallowing hard, looking back up to Miranda -- then letting out a muffled cry when the Cerberus agent lunged in to kiss her lips, locking mouths and tongues eagerly, her ankles wrapping around the young asari’s shoulders and pulling her close. Kilea let out a lustful gasp of her own when she felt her cock prod against Aria’s smooth balls and then slide upward, pressing against the tight, stretched ring of Miranda’s anus and then pressing forward, pushing against the human’s resistant hole, rocking against it, spurred on by the hot, passionate kiss.
Another, more shocked gasp took the breath from the young commando’s lungs when she finally popped inside, her dick pressing past Miranda’s anal ring and sinking in deep, sliding along Aria’s shaft like two columns, fleshy pistons that could slide and rub against each other as they drilled this horny human’s full asshole. The kiss only broke for an instant before one of the other commandos -- impatient of waiting -- forced her own cock forward, cramming it between Miranda’s and Kilea’s lips, blue fingers winding both in Miranda’s dark, lustrous hair and Kilea’s mess of short scalp-crests and forcing the two mouths together, rocking her hips forward to saw her cock between their two entangled tongues and softly groping pairs of lips.
“Well would you look at that...” Aria purred, shifting her hips back down, giving Kilea room to shift in deeper, before thrusting back inside, pinning her cock to the younger asari’s between the walls of Miranda’s asshole. “She’s taking two even better than I thought... so tight and yet so... accommodating.”
“Genetically-- nnnngh! -- s-superior... bitch....” Miranda groaned through her mouthful of drool and cock and precum, shuddering and spasming when one of the two big azure shafts inside of her would shift too deep or slam too hard into her tight tunnel. “Hnnnhhaahhhh... mnnn...” her eyes slipped shut enough as she returned to sucking and licking along the cock in front of her, her tongue brushing and sliding over Kilea’s as both women indiscriminately pleasured the girlcock they’d been presented with.
Even as excited as she’d been for this -- as much as she’d wanted it, after seeing Tali get fucked by her crewmates -- she hadn’t imagined how much she’d actually love it, her arms already growing weary from stroking two cocks at once, greedily pleasuring another with her mouth, fireworks of ecstasy like an exploding Mako shooting through her thrusting, bouncing figure as a pair of big blue dicks were jammed up her ass at once. “H-harder... harder...” she groaned out, her back passage clenching tight around the two rods stuffed into it, quivering as they shifted faster and faster, drilling into her relentlessly, slipping and grinding along each other.
Miranda threw her head back with a gasp of ecstasy as the two slamming, shifting rods reached their top speed, slamming deep into her snug passage, the slapping of asari hips into her butt and spread thighs providing the orchestra to the sensation of her double anal climax. The fabric hiding her unattended cunt from view grew darker with wetness as she soaked it with her orgasm, letting out a primal, blissful shriek as both blue meat-cannons erupted inside of her, Kilea and Aria leaning across the human’s shoulder to kiss frantically, their tongues joining just as their cocks were as they unloaded a flood of hot cum into Miranda’s ass.
Breathless, panting, whimpering, the Cerberus officer’s mind went blank for a long moment, barely registering the way she was lifted and repositioned. The asari, it seemed, were not done with her. Her body hummed with sensitivity and ecstasy, like every nerve was aflame with this perverse lust for blue alien girlcock. When the fog somewhat cleared, she found herself off of the throne entirely -- mounted on one of the other asari commandos, who was laying flat on the cold, polished club floor. She looked up just in time to feel the girl’s cock slip inside of her, through the gash in her suit that had been opened to present constant, easy access to her gaping, cum-drooling back hole, now filled once again. “AaAAhhnn...!”
“Don’t give her too long to close up, girls,” Aria’s voice, catching her breath but still smug. “If she’s so genetically advanced, she won’t need time to rest before taking two again.”
Miranda let out a long, husky cry of pleasure as she felt a second smooth, heavy shaft prod at her from behind, squelching into her butt alongside its sister and leaving the human double-stuffed once again. The two thick cocks -- both shafts that had yet to be inside of her -- wasted no time in grinding back and forth, sawing against each other as they struggled to find position inside of her dripping hole. Tremors of orgasmic delight rippled through her lower body as they thrust and jammed against her insides, stroking against the walls of her ass and prodding into parts of her she didn’t know existed; the secret pleasure-buttons inside of her getting rubbed and jammed against without even needing something inside of her concealed pussy. “NnnngghhAHHH--mMmmphh--!”
Her squeal became a muffled whine as another commando leaned in over her, bringing her cock to mouth-level and unceremoniously cramming it inside, forcing itself in deep. Miranda didn’t complain, moaning as she tried to relax her throat and allow it inside. Even still, the asari weren’t done clustering and positioning around her. She glanced aside from the asari in front of her to see slim, pale thighs spreading and lowering down -- Kilea, sitting down delicately on the face of the alien Miranda was mounted on. The bottom asari immediately dug into the prize she was presented with, reaching up to take hold of the younger alien’s hips and lashing her tongue up into Kilea’s delicate back entrance, licking and probing it eagerly, causing the slender commando’s light blue girldick to rise back to full hardness once again.
Seated as she was, Kilea’s hard shaft prodded against Miranda’s cleavage, squishing lightly between the human’s breasts. It was something Miranda herself didn’t really have time to tend to, as her own hands were reaching back to spread apart her smooth, pale buttcheeks, holding herself open so that a fresh pair of hard poles could piston back and forth in and out of her anus. Fortunately, Kilea had help -- the asari on top of Miranda giggled, reaching down and around the Cerberus agent’s sides to squish her breasts together from above, locking them around Kilea’s cock and rhythmically pushing them up and down, in steady sync with her own lewd, squelching thrusts into Miranda’s overstuffed backdoor.
“I see you’re all working together,” Aria’s voice purred from behind, no longer out of breath after giving herself a moment to rest. Miranda yelped out as she felt one sharp slap of a blue hand against the tender skin between her ass and thigh, then another swat on the other side, unseen hands groping and squeezing her butt even as the entrance at its nexus was wrecked by two huge cocks. “And nobody’s touched her cunt either. Good. Not that I hear her complaining.”
“MMmphh... MmmmMmmmmphh~!” Miranda cried out, gagging around the cock still ramming in and out of her mouth. At her attempt to speak, the spongy blue rod pressed hard against the back of her throat -- then drilled its way inside, silencing Miranda completely as she struggled to breathe in through her nose. Aria’s words rung true in her mind, though, even if she couldn’t respond; one alien dick between her boobs, one down her throat, and two stretching out her rosy, sensitive asshole, her pussy neither touched nor even looked at since she arrived, and Miranda was experiencing greater pleasure than she had in her entire life.
“Yeah, yeah. Genetically superior,” Aria chuckled darkly. “Maybe it’s time we really test that.”
Miranda’s eyes opened, confusion and apprehension dancing across their cyan surface, her mascara starting to run down her face as they welled up, struggling not to gag and cough each time she had an instant to breathe. She’d have something bigger to worry about in a moment, though, as the asari above her was forced to shift upward, fully straddling Miranda’s back as a third -- Aria herself -- positioned herself behind the human’s butt, now properly reddened and marked with glowing hand-prints from the slaps and Miranda’s own firm grip on it.
The human’s attempts to squeal out were redoubled but still nonetheless failed, when she felt the tip of Aria’s girlcock prod against her double-stuffed hole, the backup of asari not taking their turns forming a cluster of squirming, thrusting bodies behind her as she felt a third dick start forcing its way past her reddening ring, shifting to the side of the two stacked shafts to form a vague, lewd triangle resembling a three-circle Venn diagram. Miranda twitched and trembled, clenching down around the three of them and pinning her knees on either side of the asari beneath her, clumsily rocking and thrusting her body forward and back. She couldn’t tell where her orgasms ended and aftershocks began now, her body screaming in pleasure as arcs of ecstasy ebbed and flowed through her, steadily rising in intensity.
She hadn’t suspected in the slightest that accepting Aria’s invitation to Afterlife would end with her getting three huge blue cocks crammed up her ass, but now that they were inside of her, she wouldn’t have it any other way. Drooling and whimpering around the cock throatfucking her, her eyes started rolling into the back of her head as her big, firm tits were lustfully rutted between by Kilea, spurts of hot cum shooting between her and the lower asari now as pleasure overwhelmed the young commando for the second time. This proved to be the beginning of the end for tonight’s festivities, however -- moments later, asari spunk was drooling from Miranda’s nose as the cock down her throat began to erupt, creating a crisis of breath that left Miranda gasping and drooling helplessly, tears streaming down her face as she came again and again.
Her ass, of course, had been filled with cum twice already -- but this didn’t stop a third load from pumping into it, then a fourth, those hard, throbbing shafts rutting into her faster and faster, hips and thighs and balls slamming into her butt again and again as the commandos unloaded their lust into the gorgeous human they’d been invited to share. As they slid out, only Aria T’Loak retained the self-control not to blow her second load into Miranda’s gaping hole -- but instead pulled out as well, squeezing those full, firm cheeks back together to sandwich her cock once again, ramming her pole between those buns and using the four creampies oozing from her hole as lubricant. “Nnnm... mnrrhh, fuck, fuck!” Aria growled out in delight, slapping one cheek hard before squeezing it back against the other, rutting hard between them like a sausage between two buns and slathered in mayonnaise -- or, perhaps more tastefully, like a gooey éclair with a rich, creamy filling.
Miranda herself barely held onto consciousness, drooling and moaning helplessly as she felt Aria’s cock throb against her gaping ass, stuffed between her buttcheeks and now erupting over her back, drenching her suit with white stickiness, gumming up her hair, all but ensuring that everyone aboard the Normandy would know what Miranda had been up to. Now, she found she barely even cared.
“Not -- phew -- not bad, human.” Aria cooed, nudging the collapsed Miranda with one boot to roll the human over onto her back, looming above her triumphantly. “See you next shore leave, I hope?”
Miranda blinked weakly, letting out one final little cough as she was splayed out across the Afterlife floor, covered in cum, her back hole impressively gaped and dripping with asari spunk. She’d have a lot of explaining to do when she got back on board. “...Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”