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1.3

Benezia T'Soni's heart was beating like mad. A shiver passed over and through her skin, burrowing deep into her bones, into her very core.

He moved them, guided them towards his bed. Benezia's lips quivered as she tried forcing a scowl. Her mind raced, thinking of anything to make this just a little worse for the human. But the asari found that the longer his hands were on her, the longer she felt the heat radiating off of his body, the less her righteous anger raged.

The fight had already been lost. Montes was going to have his way. All Benezia had left were her words. So she was going to use them.

"I'm over eight hundred years old. I've faced lustful brutes like you before." Benezia sneered as the man sat himself on his bedside, putting him at eye-level with the asari. She made a noise of disgust as he slid his arm from around her waist and brought his hands up to cup her breasts. Of course, her voice transformed into a low moan as Montes began to grope and fondle as human males were like to do.

His hands were upon her body, molesting her, violating her. Benezia fought back a whimper through clenched teeth, shutting her eyes as she felt the man's fingers tease her nipples through the black silk. He teased her nipples into hardness, pinching them between his big, beastly fingers, and rolling them.

Benezia moaned then, loud and clear. It was unmistakable for what it was. The sound of a woman's pleasure. Benezia felt a heavy wave of despair crash over her. It was the final insult: Being betrayed by her own body.

Montes seemed satisfied by it, finally pulling his hands away. He had stopped grinning, thankfully, instead regarding the Matriarch with cool, hard eyes.

"Lose the dress." He ordered. "Let me see the body you're offering me."

Benezia gave Montes a deathly cold look. But then she began to do as she was told, reaching behind her neck to undo the knot that supported the upper half of her dress.

"Know that you are unworthy of witnessing such elegance." The black silk bands that cradled her breasts came loose, dark wisps of thin fabric dropping down her belly. Benezia offered what humans males loved to see, freeing her large, blue breasts to his eyes. He cupped them in his hands again, squeezing. His touch was hot and rough. And vile, Benezia thought as she regarded the human with a disdainful expression. "Thessian beauty is wasted on you."

"Wasted? No. I'll have every inch of you." Montes grabbed her by the waistline of her dress and tugged her closer, nearly causing Benezia to trip on her heels. The asari gasped as the man darted forward and buried his face in her bosom. She very nearly shrieked when she felt his mouth latch onto one of her breasts, sucking a nipple into his vile mouth. Violation. The word rang in Benezia's mind, deafening. He's turned me into his plaything. Montes kissed and licked one breast before quickly moving his attention to the other, repeating the process with fervor. After a time, he pulled back, his lips slurping away from Benezia's tit. He gave a wolfish smile, grunting. "Lovely."

Then he reached down to Benezia's skirt, gripping the waistline with both hands… and ripped it. Benezia could only make an indignant sound, throwing the man a dirty look as he tossed the tatters of her dress aside, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black lace panties and heels.

"Do you have any idea how much that dress was worth?" Benezia hissed, slapping a palm against his chest. There was a thump upon impact and Benezia's hand camp back stinging. The man only chuckled, his eyes twinkling like it was good humor.

"You can afford a new one." He dismissed her anger like it was a joke, like she was nothing to fear. How could she be? Standing in his bedroom, naked. Wrapped in his arms like an asari dancer he charmed enough to come home with him.

"Animal." The Matriarch seethed, slapping her hand against his chest again. This time she didn't care about the dull throbbing pain in her hand. "Low-minded barbarian."

"I'm not just going to fuck you, Miss T'Soni. I'm going to make you like it." It was a promise, Benezia knew. His voice was cool, sincere. Gabriel Montes had proven to be many horrible things, but he had never lied to her. The human Spectre drew his hands from her body, leaning back on his bed. He began to undo his belt. "But first, you're going to show me how committed you are to your new position. Get on your knees."

Benezia's heart nearly leapt into her throat. She felt the urge to strike him again, this time across his face. But she reminded herself why she had accepted his terms. She reminded herself of Liara.

The Matriarch gave a short nod and knelt on the floor, positioning herself between the man's legs.

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"Eight centuries of experience, you said. Do you know what to do?" Montes felt no small measure of satisfaction at the sight of an asari Matriarch on her knees. No doubt smirking like the luckiest bastard at the casino, he tugged his pants and boxer briefs down to his thighs. His manhood, having been throbbing painfully in the confines of tight fabric, basked in the freedom of the cool air. Twitching, aching for a woman's touch, his prick seemed to aim itself right at Lady Benezia's lips.

The asari showed the expected amount of shock at the sight of it, much to Montes' shameless glee. It might have been a bit self-aggrandizing, but Montes was more than aware of how impressive he was. As a soldier. As a man.

And now Lady Benezia was aware of it, too.

"Revolting." The asari grimaced, her nostrils flaring as she was struck by the scent of his musk. His cock twitched again, like it was laughing at her distaste. "It's baffling that there are asari who say they enjoy this human odor."

"We're an acquired taste." Montes insisted. "So go on and acquire it."

"Bastard." Benezia huffed, but nonetheless reached to take him in hand. Tentatively, she took him by the base, both hands coming forth to hold him steady.

The asari stared at the human's cock for a long moment, breathing in and out - An action that did very interesting and wonderful things to the proud, pendulous breasts that stood upon her chest.

Finally, she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss against the head. Then another. More kisses came, warm and sometimes wet. Pressed to the swollen cockhead, then lower. The kisses became longer, harder, deeper. Soon, the asari was leaving behind spots of warm saliva, glistening against the dim light of Montes' bedroom.

She created a trail leading down the shaft, soft and wet kisses. A lovely sensation only intensified by the asari's delicate touch as she cradled his cock in her hands. Lower and lower she went, until she reached his balls. For a moment, the asari stopped. Montes wondered then if she was going to ignore them entirely, perhaps too disgusted to even touch them. But then her face darted forward and she planted kisses against each bulb.

One blue hand retreated from his cock to cup his balls. She held them both in palm, guiding one into her mouth. She sucked. Montes grunted at the feeling of her lips engulfing him, exhaling through his nose as her tongue swirled around one of his precious stones. Then she let it fall from her lips and took the other into her yearning mouth. It was just like the way he treated her tits, Montes realized with a smirk.

As Benezia suckled upon his scrotum, lathering his balls with her tongue, she began to slowly stroke his length, drawing her soft, delicate hand up and down his cock. Her blue fingers could barely close around his girth, Montes noted with pride.

"Damn. You know what you're doing, don't you?" He teased her. But she said nothing, not rising to his bait. Instead, she slurped away from his balls, running her tongue up the length of his shaft. She came back up to the swollen cockhead and kissed it again, staring him in the eyes as she did. She held his gaze and finally took his cock into her mouth, sucking hard. Montes hissed a curse through his teeth, before letting out a low groan. "Christ, you're really going all out."

She sucked him, bobbing her head in his lap, getting herself into a steady rhythm. Lips and tongue working together to bathe the human's fat prick in pleasure and warm spit. Whatever she couldn't stuff into her mouth she stroked with her hands, milking him. If Montes didn't know any better, he would have assumed she wanted him to spend in her mouth. It was… strange. A few moments ago, she was completely disgusted by everything about him.

Benezia might have noticed the brief look of confusion on Montes' face, because soon after she drew herself back from the man's mammoth manhood. Montes grunted, watching his cock glisten against the cool air of his bedroom. Benezia held him with both hands, one hand at his base keeping him steady while the other gave half-hearted strokes to keep him stiff and throbbing.

"Asari take the art of lovemaking very seriously." Benezia explained, her voice flat. Still, she jacked him off, her soft hand running up and down the immense length of the human's cock. "Our Goddess blessed us with the gift of pleasure. Even extorted sex has a place in our mythological canon. Many asari queens agreed to sexual service in order to save their people."

The Matriarch then spat a glob of saliva onto his cockhead, using her hand to spread it across his entire length. She quickened her strokes, jacking Montes off at a higher pace. She took his cock into her mouth again, giving him deeper, more intense sucks. Her tongue lashed against the underside, insistent. Hungry.

"You're telling me that asari are known for this kind of thing?" Montes asked, incredulity creeping into his words.

Benezia released his cock from her mouth again with a grunt of annoyance. Was she angry that he hadn't found release yet or was she sick of listening to him talk? Hell, Montes was sure it might have been both at the same time.

The blue woman glared at him then, keeping his manhood steady by the base. He watched it sway lightly in the air, softly prodding against the Matriarch's lips.

"We're known for putting our loved ones above our dignity. But you human men don't care about honor. You only care about this big, ugly thing hanging between your legs." Benezia gave his cock a scowl, batting the shaft softly, causing it to rock back and forth some before she steadied it again.

The asari wrapped her lips around the head, sucking him into her mouth again. But this time Montes reached forth, planting his hands on her head. When she dipped down to take his length into her mouth, he pushed, forcing her to take even more of him. Benezia made a startled sound, muffled of course by Montes' fat prick, batting her fist against his thighs. But the man held firm, pushing her down further. Grunting, Montes nearly came undone right then as he relished the sensation of his cock dipping into Benezia's tight throat. Reflexively she tried to swallow him, convulsing around the big cock in her mouth. It felt like heaven.

Benezia's nose brushed against his waist then and he knew she had taken every inch. Montes couldn't help but feel impressed by the asari. Eight centuries on and she could still swallow cock with the best of them. Feeling satisfied, he finally let her go.

The Matriarch drew back from him quickly with a lewd SHLRK. Sucking in deep, shuddering breaths, the asari slapping the back of her hand against his leg.

"By the Goddess…" She managed to rasp in between inhales. Glaring up at Montes, Benezia poked a finger into his belly. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Sorry." Montes shrugged. "I needed to know if you could handle it. Go ahead and do your thing."

"Animal."

Amazingly, the asari returned to her duty of pleasuring him. Montes had half-expected the woman to storm out of his apartment after a stunt like that. But it was as she had told him: Asari took lovemaking very seriously.

With defiance in her eyes, she spat upon his cock again. She stroked him, coating his length in her spit, all while gracing him with a withering, loathsome glare. She dipped her head down and spat on his balls, too. Her tongue lashed out against them, running across his scrotum with eager insistence.

She sucked his balls again, sucking them hard and with zeal. In a way, it almost appeared like it was therapeutic for her. Montes realized then, Benezia was using her anger to fuel her passion.

"Good God, woman." Montes fell back onto his mattress, groaning as the asari between his legs milked his cock and balls for all they were worth. Which, as she was about to find out, was quite a bit.

Her mouth was upon him, engulfing him. Benezia sucked, her lips closed tight around his girth, her tongue massaging the ugly beast, coaxing him into spending.

And he did. His blood boiling, singing with ecstasy, Montes grunted in satisfaction. The human came and came hard.

Twitching, throbbing between her lips, the hot seed that roiled in his balls rushed forth like a raging flood. Shooting up through his massive length, splashing onto Benezia's waiting tongue. Rope after rope after rope, erupting into the Matriarch's sweet, lovely mouth.

The bliss washed over him, spreading through every nerve of his body, bursting from his core all the way to his fingertips.

Fuck, that was good…

He could hear Benezia moan in shock… followed by an audible gulp. Montes couldn't help but smile. He loved the sensation. The feeling of conquest.

"That was… repugnant." Benezia stated with muted fury.

"You know… I didn't tell you to swallow." Montes noted with barely contained glee. He was pushing his luck at this point, but he didn't care.

She was silent for a long moment, but the man didn't fear a reprisal. Luck always seemed to be on his side. And it didn't seem like it was going to change anytime soon.

Suddenly, Montes felt a soft, warm body fall across his own. His vision was filled with great swaths of blue as Benezia's mountainous breasts swayed inches before his face. He looked up further and met Benezia's gaze, her heated eyes filled with intent. She was straddling him now, her small, blue hands planted right on his chest.

"Let's see if that fat, ugly thing is useful for anything, yes?" Benezia bit down at him, her voice sharp and fierce. She reached behind her to grasp at his still-hard cock, nestling it pleasantly between her soft asscheeks.

Luck really was on his side, it seemed.

Montes chuckled then, rumbling deep in his chest. His hands came up, finding their way to Benezia's deliciously wide hips. His large fingers sank into the softness of her pliant, blue flesh. His prick twitched then, drumming against the plushness of the asari's rear-end.

"Go on, then." He dared her. "Knock yourself out."