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Mass Effect: True Blue - 4.6
🕑 Added 2025-05-19 11:38:03 +0000 UTCMontes was being smothered by warmth and weight and all he wanted was more.
Soaking heat engulfed his prick. Throaty moans filled his ears. Splendid softness swept over his face.
Nezzie had his head buried between her magnificent blue tits, her fingers digging into the back of his neck as she rode him hard. Her full, rounded ass was slapping down on his thighs, clapping loudly from the force of her descent. Every drop of her hips had his cock slamming home, each punch against her cervix punctuated with a gasp, a scream, a choked sob.
If his mouth hadn’t been filled with juicy, milky breasts, Montes would have smiled. This was the fruit of his labor: an asari matriarch going wild in his lap.
The Spectre drew his mouth from a dark blue nipple, grunting roughly as curled his arms around Benezia’s waist. The blue woman huffed and rocked against him, bucking her hips harder and faster.
“It’s nice… seeing you cut loose… like this.” Montes said between steady breaths. He kissed at the inner slopes of Benezia’s bosom, nipping at the skin. They really were magnificent, her breasts. Such ample heft and weight, yet so wonderfully shaped - perfect teardrops, so soft and abundant… and enough cleavage for a man to lose himself in.
Benezia did not meet his eyes. Her own were pinched shut with effort as she kept riding him. She let out a sound - thick with strain and effort and feeling.
“Don’t talk. Don’t ruin this.” She told him. Her voice was clipped yet fiery. Montes could feel that fire of hers simmering through her skin.
“Come on, Nezzie. You love it when I talk dirty.”
“Shut up.” The T’Soni Matriarch hissed. Her nails dragged short, stinging lines over his skin and her tight cunt quivered pleasantly around his cock. “Fuck!”
Montes’ smirk grew even more wolfish, matching the wild frothing of his blood. He slid one hand down to her backside, filling his palm with that perfect, full-moon ass. He took a squeeze, roughly groping his fill. The heat coursing through his blood demanded it.
“I can feel you.” He reminded her, dipping his head down to drag his tongue over the curve of her tit. He sought out a nipple, teasing with his teeth again. She was squirming in his arms now. “Your body doesn’t lie, Nezzie.”
Her eyes snapped open then, raging with blue fire. Her lips curled in a sneer as she shoved him hard, sending the Spectre onto his back. Her hips pitched even harder, working into a maddening pace.
Even after all their time together, her spirit still burned bright. Montes liked that. The ferocious undulation of her hips, the motion that had her tight, wet cunt stroking his cock from balls to crown? He liked that even more.
White hot pleasure gripped his manhood, strangling every swollen, aching inch. The heat that swallowed him up poured into his flesh, burrowing into his gut and tightening there. The Spectre let out a deep groan.
There was no time to recover. Benezia slammed her hips down onto him again, burying his cock in her cunt, all the way down to the root. Velvet, dripping wet and damn near molten, her womanhood squeezed the life out of his rod. Montes spat out a curse - but a blue hand clamped over his mouth.
“I said quiet.” Benezia’s voice was throaty and breathless. She slowed the pace of her hips - but only just so. From the way she shook atop him, Montes knew it was for her own sake, not his. The asari let out a sigh - sweetness for Montes’ ears.
The bliss offered by their joining didn’t let up. Not for Montes… and not for Benezia. Her hands went back to his chest, planting there to keep herself steady. The short pitches of her hips, back and forth, back and forth, had his cock rattling against the snug folds of her cunt. Heavenly and sinful at the same time.
“Get that smile off your face.” The asari snapped. “Do I have to fuck the arrogance out of you?”
“By all means, try.” Montes invited, laughing. His own hands found the Matriarch’s hips, settling there. His hold was firm but gentle, guiding her movements. Benezia still wore that scowl… though Montes noted she did nothing to stop him. “But you’re the last person to talk about arrogance, Nezzie.”
“I have plenty to be proud of, human. Can you say the same?” Benezia shot back, hotly.
“Absolutely.” Montes answered plainly. “I’ve cleared entire systems in the Traverse of pirates and slavers. Saved the Citadel more than once. Got you into bed.”
“Through blackmail.”
“Alternative methods of seduction.” Montes defended. He knew his smirk was insufferable but he wore it all the same. “You don’t seem too broken up over it.”
Outrage flashed across Benezia’s queenly features.
“You-” A resounding slap killed the words on her tongue. An undignified squeal erupted in their place.
The Matriarch gasped, scandalized, as Montes brought his palm down on her ass again. The second spank rang out even louder. This time, the man groped roughly, possessively, strong fingers sinking deep into the plentiful flesh of Benezia’s rear end.
He was the brute, wasn’t he? He had a role to play.
Benezia would suffer his taunts, even his big, fat cock, but it seemed this indignity was one-too-many. Eyes blistering with rage, she drew her hand back, ready to slap him.
Her hand came down at his face - and Montes caught her by the wrist. His grip was solid - but not rough. When she tried to wrench free, the Spectre bucked his hips upwards. Hard.
Benezia’s whole body snapped tense. The Matriarch choked on her own breath, trembling from the jolt of feeling. Her eyes went wide, fury replaced with shock… and crystal clear pleasure.
Montes huffed through his nostrils, feeling his cock twitch and swell… and feeling Benezia’s body, her silky wet cunt, respond to him.
“You want me to stop, tell me to stop.” He challenged the asari. His gaze never wavered from hers. “Tell me to leave. If you really don’t want me in your bed, I can find somebody else to keep me company.”
Only then did he let go of her wrist. Benezia jerked her hand back but said nothing. Her lips were tight, her jaw clenched.
Then… slowly, slowly, she started rocking atop him again. Breathing steadily, she rolled her hips, dragging his cock through liquid heat. Warm delight ran down his length, pouring into him, turning into that familiar, pleasant ache that spread through his gut.
Above him, Benezia let out a sweet, shuddering sigh.
“No.” She finally answered, bowing her head. Montes noted the darkness coloring her cheeks. Was it shame… or something else? “I… I swore an oath, didn’t I? This… Your desires are my responsibility.”
Montes had to chuckle. Having an asari matriarch bent to his will… not even the power of Spectre authority gave him the same rush.
“Oh, what a terrible burden. Getting your rocks off with your personal human stud.”
Benezia averted her eyes, scowling. Though she never ceased the rolling of her hips.
“You’re a brute.” She slapped his chest - lightly. “And I meant what I said. Don’t ruin this for me. Stop talking.”
“There’s one way to shut me up.” His eyes fell to her grand blue tits. If he looked up he might have seen Benezia rolling her eyes. The next moment he didn’t see anything at all. His vision darkened as the asari fell over him, smothering his face in the softness of her bosom.
As Montes filled his mouth with tit, he heard Benezia moaning. The strain in her face, the tremble in her throat, it was delicious.
“Goddess… give me strength.”
The woman’s hips pitched back and forth with renewed effort. The sweetness of her sex dragging over his cock had the Spectre groaning happily.
It was good to be the man in charge.
- - -
Samara didn’t know how she ever had the nerve to face Lady Benezia again. Her failure with the human Spectre had been the greatest humiliation of her life - so intense was the experience that even now she still felt the echoes through her body.
Any huntress worth a damn would have had the decency to resign. Yet there Samara stood, vigilant at her post outside Lady Benezia’s bedchamber. Forced to listen to that low-minded, lustful primate defile the woman she was sworn to protect.
Samara didn’t know what stung more: the man’s hold over Lady T’Soni… or the fact that everything he’d done to Samara, he was now doing to Benezia. Again.
Samara felt a chill roll down her spine, thinking back to being on her knees for the human. To bear the shame of subservience while that… obscene, monstrous organ twitched and swayed in front of her face. Goddess, she could even smell it.
After that, Montes had taken her so roughly, made her scream as he buried his cock in her… in her ass. Dread and wonder coiled together in her chest. The possibility that he’d done the same to her Lady Benezia… Samara didn’t even want to think about it.
The present, however, wouldn’t let her escape.
For hours, she’d been listening to them go at it. Just like that first night at the Spectre’s apartment. Samara couldn’t believe the sounds coming from the other side of the door, all those screams and shrieks and curses. All in Benezia’s familiar voice.
Samara kept to silence, even as the other servants and guards shared whispers and scandalized giggles. Her mask was one of calm, but her heart was racing. It leapt into her throat next, when her omni-tool suddenly pinged.
Lady Benezia’s voice came through, low and weary.
“Samara, get in here.” Was the Matriarch’s simple command.
The huntress obeyed.
Back straight, her whole body rigid, Samara held her breath, moving like a machine as she pushed on through the double doors of the bedchamber.
It was a long walk to the actual bedroom - The main living quarters of the T’Soni estate was larger than most apartments. When Samara finally reached the Matriarch’s room, she was greeted with the sight of her lady lounging naked on the mess made of her bed.
Montes, the Spectre, was standing close by - and equally naked. The familiar enormity of his cock stretched out from his groin, hanging slightly. It was thick and gleaming and veiny - Samara tore her eyes away, putting her focus on Lady Benezia. Only Benezia.
“Yes, Mistress?”
The Matriarch stretched her arms high, sighing softly. Her glorious body sprawled out on the sheets. Samara could only admire in silence, awaiting her Lady’s instruction.
“My body aches.” Lady Benezia finally said. She flicked her wrist dismissively towards her human guest. “And Agent Montes doesn’t have the decency to get tired.”
There was movement at the corner of Samara’s vision. She dared a look. Her heart jumped when saw the man stroking himself. His eyes were on her, alight with interest and beastly hunger. A shameless, wolfish grin spread across his hard face.
“Nezzie wants a break, gorgeous. She’s subbing you in.”
Samara opened her mouth to speak but the words caught in her throat. Her mind went back to that fateful night in Montes’ apartment. Back to her greatest failure. She was choking on her words now… the same way she choked on his-
“Entertain my guest, Samara.” Benezia’s command nearly made the huntress jump. Samara blinked, not even sure she heard the woman correctly. But the Matriarch’s next words struck down to her very core. “You have experience with him already, don’t you?”
A chill ran through Samara’s blood. The way Lady Benezia was looking at her then… she couldn’t place the expression. Was it disappointment? Understanding? Cold anger?
None of it mattered, though. The Matriarch knew. She knew Samara had forgotten her place. She knew Samara had failed.
Montes had certainly told her. Samara felt her cheeks burn with shame, imagining the brute’s mocking laughter as he rubbed in Lady Benezia’s face just how much control he had over her household. How he’d turned the T’Soni estate into his own personal whorehouse.
“I do, Mistress.” Samara finally answered. She bowed her head, unable to look her lady in the eye.
“Good.” Was Benezia’s simple, sharp response. “This shouldn’t be difficult for you then.”
There was much to the contrary, but Samara held her tongue. Her gaze went to Montes again… and that big, fat, ugly cock of his. The swollen rod was smeared with slick fluid, gleaming against the light. Coated in Benezia’s ecstasy.
That was the cock that had been making her scream all this time. The cock that had been stuffed down Samara’s throat. The cock that had ruined her ass.
The huntress was breathing quickly now. She turned towards her mistress, eyes wide and pleading.
“Lady Benezia, I-”
But the Matriarch waved for silence.
“You can apologize for your incompetence later. Right now, your wagging tongue should be doing only one thing.”
Benezia T’Soni pointed towards the human Spectre… and his enormous, hanging cock. He was stroking it faster now. The tip was starting to weep.
Samara swallowed, remembering the salty flavor on her tongue.
“You swore the oath, same as I. Get to work.”
