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2.4

As before, there was screaming. Not screaming in fear or terror. What Samara could hear was the wild wailing of a woman caught in the throes of passion. It could not be mistaken. Behind the closed doors of the lounge, Lady Benezia was getting fucked.

Samara was no stranger to standing guard while her charge enjoyed a discreet dalliance. She would be Benezia's silent sentinel, ever watchful and non-judgmental. But now, hearing her lady shriek and moan like some wanton maiden, Samara found the nature of Benezia's coupling difficult to ignore. Neither could she ignore the nature of Benezia's chosen lover. The one called Montes.

The towering, muscled human, with his hard face and his cold eyes, always had Samara feeling uneasy. The way he scanned his surroundings, sizing up each and every person in the room, the way he carried himself, every little movement measured and coiled like he was ready to strike at any moment. The man was a predator, unmistakably. Not at all the kind of person a woman like Benezia would normally take to bed. So Samara could only assume that their situation was not at all normal.

It was not Samara's place to judge Lady Benezia… But even so, the matron had a feeling in her gut. One that warned her about Montes.

And that feeling only intensified when the door to the lounge finally opened… And out stepped her charge, wearing practically nothing but the man's coat! Even after centuries of training as a huntress, it took some effort for Samara to hold her impassive expression as she caught sight of Lady Benezia in such a clear state of undress. The ordeal at Montes' apartment was one thing. Samara had been the only one present. But tonight, Benezia was under the eyes of her estate staff. Of course, a matriarch could do as she pleased in her home… But still…

Samara was down the hall a ways from Benezia but she could see her charge clearly. The matriarch was barefoot and her long legs were bare, revealing great swaths of blue thigh. Benezia was wearing the human's dark coat, the jacket a couple sizes too big for her. Where it was fitted and taut on Montes, it was loose and baggy on Benezia, sagging over her narrow shoulders and the sleeves bunching up around her wrists. And underneath the dark and heavy fabric, Benezia was nude save for perhaps a pair of lace panties.

Even in such a disheveled state, Samara found her charge to be the very vision of asari beauty. Even if she was wrapped in human garb, with Montes' coat resembling a planted flag of conquest. The aforementioned human exited the lounge right then, following close behind Benezia. Samara noted with a frown that he still possessed much of his clothing. There was something about that which felt blatantly disrespectful. Disrespectful to Benezia and thus disrespectful to Samara. The huntress decided then that she didn't quite like the man called Montes. No, she didn't like him at all.

Samara watched the pair close the lounge doors shut behind them, whisper some words to each other, and then continued on down the hall… Away from Samara's position. They were heading towards the staircase, she saw.

Probably heading up to Benezia's bedchamber, Samara guessed. Off to continue their affair in a more appropriate setting…

The thought came with a number of vivid imaginations. Samara felt her cheeks grow warm and quickly put such undue ideas to rest.

Samara followed her mistress and her human lover - by now it was unmistakable just what the man was. On silent feet, she trailed behind them at a distance. Huntresses were trained to protect their charges while being practically invisible. Ideally, neither Benezia and Montes would ever know she was there. But as she shadowed her charge, watching Benezia and Montes head up the staircase, Samara came upon two whispering acolytes huddled behind a marble pillar.

They were younger than Samara, clearly maidens from their excited, youthful voices. From their position, they would have had an even better look at the scandalous sight Samara had seen of Benezia and her human lover. It was thus all too obvious to the huntress that the maidens were whispering gossip. And it was Samara's duty to put an end to such nonsense.

By the time Samara was upon them, neither had noticed her presence, the two maidens giggling and whispering like schoolgirls. Samara recognized them both, the eager acolytes Teris and Nysara.

"But an Alliance soldier?" Whispered Teris, a young woman of lovely pale blue. "I would have thought Lady Benezia preferred more… distinguished company."

"I heard he's a spectre. One of the Council's top agents." Nysara trilled excitedly, reaching out to idly run her hand down Teris' back. Where Teris was slender, Nysara boasted a more buxom figure. And it appeared that with her ample curves came a taste for gossip.

"A spectre? I had no idea Lady Benezia had a taste for dangerous men." Teris mused, peaking around the marble pillar to watch the matriarch lead the human up the stairs. Even from the distance they stood, Samara could see Montes smirking as he watched Benezia climb the steps - his position doubtlessly afforded him a most desirable view. Then he reached up and shamelessly pinched Benezia's ass. Teris gave a tiny gasp. "I suppose I can't fault her for it. It seems that humans like to have fun."

Watching Montes grope her charge without protest put an end to Samara's patience. She chose that moment to speak.

"I think your time would be better spent working than gossiping." The huntress' words came cold and sharp. The two young acolytes practically jumped in shock, whirling around to face Samara with wide, fearful eyes.

"Huntress Samara! We weren't-" Teris tried to explain herself, but Samara had no interest in excuses. She silenced the maiden by simply raising her hand.

"Our Lady Benezia didn't take you on as acolytes so you could judge her dalliances behind her back." Samara looked from Teris to Nysara, making sure to stare them both down. A huntress' glare could break the spirit of a krogan warlord, or so it was often said. "The Matriarch of House T'Soni is older than the both of you combined. She can take lovers as she pleases."

"Of course. We meant no disrespect." Nysara had bowed her head, clasping her hands together.

Beside her, Teris did the same.

"Please forgive our ill manners, huntress."

Samara allowed a moment of silence to pass so that the two young maidens could stew with their fears for a bit. Once the huntress was satisfied that she put the fear of Athame into the younger asari, she spoke.

"Return to your duties." She ordered, her voice like frozen steel. "And don't let me catch either of you gossiping again."

"Yes, Huntress Samara." The two answered. They both gave a short bow and quickly fled under Samara's cold eyes. When the two maidens were finally out of sight, the matron huntress turned her concerned gaze towards the main staircase. Lady Benezia and Montes were gone.

Silently, Samara cursed herself for getting distracted. To lose track of her charge was shameful for a huntress. Clenching her jaw, the faithful bodyguard started for the stairs. Though with each step she took, tension began to build in her belly. It was a certainty that there was a lewd, carnal scene waiting for Samara at the top of those stairs.

It would be an encore of the night at Montes' apartment, Samara realized. An encore of all those screams and wails pouring from Benezia's throat… And the unwanted feelings they drew from Samara's body.

As before, there was screaming. The good kind. They were the screams of a woman getting the fuck she so desperately needed. The fuck that Montes was happy to provide - and keep providing!

"God, you've got the tightest cunt…" Montes growled, sweat beginning to drip from his brow. He had Benezia on her back, spreading her thighs apart with his legs. With one hand he had her arms pinned above her head. With the other he held firmly onto her waist while he drove his cock deep into her tight sex. His pace was quick, merciless, his body driven by near-feral need for the pleasures only Benezia's womanhood could provide. "Eight hundred years old? Damn, Nezzie…"

Their bodies collided together, their flesh joining at their most intimate. But this was no loving congress. Montes was fucking her, hard and fast. Skin slapped against skin, echoing through the matriarch's bedroom - which was half the size of Montes' entire apartment!

The bed wasn't rocking - it was built right into the floor - but Benezia's whole body shook and trembled in the wake of Montes' lustful conquest. Her beautiful, proud tits bounced in his face, every thrust sending those mounds jiggling. A delicious sight that Montes could not deny himself. He descended upon them, licking and kissing, desperate to draw every last bit of lewd satisfaction from their coupling. The sounds he drew from her lips, the weak moans and the scandalized gasps, they were carnal music, delectable to his ears.

"It's… It's better than… A savage like you deserves…" Benezia groaned through clenched teeth, every one of his thrusts driving her breathless. Montes huffed through his nose like an enraged bull as he felt her cunt tighten around his cock. Her heat and wetness were driving him mad.

"Nah." Montes grunted, driving himself deep. His waist clapped against the inside of Benezia's soft thighs, a lewd sound that so pleased the human's darker mind. Benezia gasped, but could do nothing but quiver under the human's dominion of her body. Montes sighed, his cock bathing in the hot delights of asari pussy as he drove down to the root. The human managed a smirk. "I think you were made for me. You feel perfect wrapped around my cock."

"You'd… You'd love to believe that… Wouldn't you?" Benezia's head fell back into the mattress and Montes took the chance to assault her neck with teasing kisses. The matriarch sighed, again her cunt clenching around his manhood, milking him. "All that nonsense about asari and humans being perfect for each other…"

Montes gave a low grunt and another deep thrust. His balls slapped against Benezia's ass and the matriarch gave a sweet, high-pitched sound. The human's smirk grew.

"That didn't sound like nonsense." He mocked her with a short, breathless laugh. He let go of her wrists, planting his hands on either side of her head. Immediately, the asari's hands went to his neck and back, desperate to grab onto something. The sting of her nails spurred the human on. "I bet it doesn't feel like nonsense, either…"

Montes slowly rocked his hips then, drawing a long, low moan from Benezia's throat. Her nails dug deeper into the muscles on his back and that pleased him. It meant he was winning.

"It feels like you're too fucking big, you bastard!" Benezia wailed. She sucked in haggard breaths, glaring up at him… But so too did she rock her hips, trying to get his cock deeper into her cunt.

"Thank you. It's like you know just what to say to a guy." Montes said with mock sincerity. Or as much as he could muster. His head dipped down and he stole a quick kiss from the fiery asari - one that she notably returned without a hint of protest. She deepened the kiss, clutching Montes by the back of his head. The spectre felt the matriarch's tongue then, darting up into his mouth and demanding a duel from him. And so Montes provided. When they broke apart, Montes' lips were sore and puffy and Benezia nipped at him as she pulled back. But the spectre could only smile.

Benezia, on the other hand, continued to glare up at the man. Her beautiful face was twisted into an angry scowl. But her eyes… Montes could see they burned with desperate need. He had her, the spectre realized. For all her fire and venom, she wanted him just as he wanted her. It was a victory that he felt then.

"Just stop…" Benezia snapped, whimpering. She stared right into Montes' soul and there was an instant of understanding between them. And for a split second, Montes saw a flicker of acceptance in her eyes. The matriarch gave a soft moan, rising to kiss Montes again, softer this time. She murmured breathlessly against his lips. "Just stop talking and fuck me."

What could a man do but oblige?