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Omegan Roulette: Bad Ending
🕑 Added 2023-10-15 22:28:54 +0000 UTCThe slut on the right groaned with anticipation as Shepard’s hands grabbed her thick thighs, her sopping azure pumping against Shepard’s cock as the human thrust her length along its crease. Her beautiful grey eyes rolled back with bliss before coming back down to stare Shepard directly in the eye with a single, silent command:
“Fuck me already!”
Shepard obeyed without question forcing her tip between the asari’s pleading petals and drawing blood with how hard her teeth bit her own lip. She was too horny to resist anymore, to horny for restraint, and no sooner had the plump pink head of her cock been swallowed by asari cunt, she moaned and drove herself inside to the balls.
“Fuuuuck!” Shepard howled, instantly beginning to thrust her monster cock into her asari mate’s babymaker. Her fingers sank into supple azure flesh as she gripped the woman by her thighs, drawing whimpers of pain out from the gagged slut below her, barely distinguishable from the mindless sobs of pleasure.
Shepard panted like a dog as she humped her chosen asari’s ass, drool dripping from her outstretched tongue and splattering onto the asari’s sweat-licked stomach. The wetness of the asari’s cunt was sucking and slopping between the two of them as they bred now, long wet sticky strands of quim webbing Shepard’s crotch and its asari counterpart together.
The stink of sex was overpowering the scent of the aphrodisiac now, asari cunt perfuming the hot, humid prison cell as it began to fill with sweat and panting breaths, only driving the poor neglected asari beside the breeding pair further into her heat.
A muffled, breathless squeak escaped the Asari’s lips after a particularly hard thrust, and her eyes focussed on Shepard with blazing, lustful intent. Shepard was already lost, but she sank into those eyes like quicksand, tongue lolling and brain shutting down as she was invited to breed like she’d never experienced before.
“You… fucking… blue… slut!” She groaned, tears of frustration and bliss oozing town her cheeks as she panted. “You feel too… too fucking good!”
“Mmmmm!” the asari replied, matching Shepard’s thrusts with her hips, eyes never leaving Shepard’s as the human woman rammed herself inside over and over again, desperate to satisfy herself in a way she just couldn’t no matter how deep or hard she sank herself into her ‘victim.’
“All these… weeks!” Shepard grunted, shifting her grip from the asari’s thighs to her waist, yanking her harder against her cock as she thrust ever more violently into her. “Walking around… my ship! With that… fat… fucking… ass… in that… slutty… little… suit! You were… begging for this! Walking around… with these… udders practically hanging out! Pretending to be so… cool… and… calm! You fucking... cocktease!”
She howled and leaned down close, hunching her body over the asari and biting viciously into her wobbling blue titmeat. The taste of asari sweat only made her feral lust blaze harder, and in no time she was snarling and slobbering over her helpless lover’s quivering blue rack.
Her teeth found a nipple and she bit down hard, chewing on the diamond of flesh like a dog with a toy and coaxing another low, pleased purr from the asari. Something in the back of her subconscious was screaming that she was in danger, that she’d made the wrong choice, but her mind had faded to lust and her body was on autopilot, desperate to fuck and fuck and fuck until the stars burned out.
The sopping, silky walls of the asari’s azure were squeezing and caressing Shepard with a mind of their own, milking her deep into the blue woman’s body until her cock was brushing the poor thing’s cervix. To her left, Shepard vaguely heard the despairing whines of the second asari, watching helplessly as she pounded deep into the sublime embrace of her new goddess.
Barely even human anymore, just a breeding animal, Shepard only registered an obstruction to her cock sinking into her mate’s body, and snarled. Nothing could be allowed to come between her and the bliss she knew was coming. She needed to be inside! Needed to feel her asari lover envelop her inside and out, devour her, consume her!
“Oh… my… fucking… god!” she howled, ramming her hips forward with each guttural utterance that came bursting from her lips. “I can’t… stop… I need… I need… I need moooooooore!”
With a final, near-pelvis-shattering slam, Shepard punched her cock inside the asari so hard every last millimetre of human fuckmeat disappeared inside her. The asari’s belly bulged at the ultimate penetration, the outline of Shepard’s breeding tool pressing against her skin. Shepard’s words melted into a mind-fucked moan as, at last, her heaving balls twitched and she gushed her load into her lover.
Beneath her, the asari twitched, eyes crossed and body limp as rope after rope of potent human seed filled her womb to breaking point. At long last, a crashing orgasm tore through her, and her rolling grey eyes burned black.
One moment, Shepard was slobbering over herself as her balls drained into her latest conquest, the next she was floating in the aether, that same asari still impaled upon her, howling like a banshee.
“Fuck me you bitch!” Morinth snarled, slapping her fat blue ass down against Shepard’s cock, clinging to her human mate hard enough to draw blood. Her fingernails dug into pale pink skin, her thighs locked against a muscular human waist, she bared her fangs and sank them into Shepard’s throat, tasting blood and glowing with delight.
“Gonna fucking breed your fat blue ass!” Shepard moaned, barely noticing the change in location or the way her body was beginning to seize. A hot, wet, pumping sensation at her throat was growing stronger and stronger. She felt like she was sinking into a warm bath, her arms and legs just drifting under the surface into pure relaxation.
“Yesss… goddess!” Shepard howled, cumming again and again and again deep inside the Ardat-Yakshi latched onto her neck. The bliss of her balls emptying inside Morinth beginning to fade in comparison to the bliss she was dissolving into. “Breed! Breed… I wanna… wanna breed you… give you my babies… give you… give you everything!”
Shepard tasted blood at the back of her tongue and felt the delicious pumping sensation of her balls emptying into Morinth throb with renewed vigour. She went limp, hands falling away from her beloved goddess’ gorgeous ass, her head lolling backwards as Morinth drank deeper and deeper from her soul.
As Shepard’s eyes closed in a euphoric sleep and Morinth’s cunt milked the last of her seed from her body, the bond binding the two women together began to fade.
Shepard stumbled backwards, eyes wide open, before toppling backwards like a tree and crashing to the ground. A small trickle of blood dribbled from her nose as she lay unmoving, a delighted smile frozen on her face.
With a thick, wet ‘glorp,’ her load began to escape Morinth’s pussy, bubbling heavily from her well-fed azure and oozing down her flesh to her winking asshole.
The Ardat-Yakshi was sated at last, completely limp in her bonds, eyes staring dreamily up at the cell ceiling as waves of bliss ricocheted around her body.
To her left, Samara stared at the scene with despair, her tears soaking her cheeks and her pussy soaking her thighs as she watched her daughter ride the aftershocks of Shepard’s breeding frenzy. It only took Aria’s cruel cooing voice coming over the intercom to remind her what would come next.
“Well well, that was one hell of a show.” Aria laughed, the sound of soft applause coming over the speakers, “I’m almost jealous, Shepard really gave it to you hard!”
With a soft hiss, the restraints around Morinth’s body snapped open, the gag rolling free of her mouth and dropping to the floor. A lesser woman might have been left limp and helpless after Shepard’s onslaught, but Morinth had just had the meal of a lifetime, and she felt stronger than she ever had before. She slid her legs over the edge of the table she’d been balanced on and dropped lightly to the floor, admiring the torrent of human seed escaping from her pussy and splattering the floor.
It was almost a pity. If anyone had been able to survive her, it would have been Shepard. At least the hero had given her a spectacular fuck to remember her by.
“I’m a woman of my word, Morinth. You’re free to go and, so long as you stay out of my territory, you’ll have nothing to worry about from me.” Aria drawled, “I’ll give you a moment to collect yourself and deal with the family drama, then my men will come escort you out.”
The intercom fizzled out and Morinth sighed, raising her head and basking in the sensations of a fresh kill. After a moment, she smiled and returned her mind to business.
Samara sobbed and strained against her bonds as Morinth prowled close to her, her naked form quivering in as much terror as lust now. Morinth smiled, how her mother must have been humiliated, her final moments leaving her wracked with lust like an Omegan gutter whore. There was no dignity in this end, no honour, just abject failure and the knowledge that she was helpless to prevent the inevitable.
“You’ve no idea how much I want to just leave you here, mother.” Morinth hissed, lowering her lips to Samara’s ear and gently taking her by the throat. “After all the years you’ve hunted me, I want so badly to make you suffer. I want to invite all of Omega into this cell, let them defile you over and over again until your body breaks or your mind shatters. I want to wait for the moment your heart gives out, or at last you look at me and admit you adore being fucked like a cheap hole, before I devour you from the inside out.”
Samara sobbed and pleaded, but nothing came out beyond muffled nonsense.
“But I know you, mother.” Morinth sighed, tightening her grip. “And even though I hate you so, so much, I know you’re strong. I know it because you made me strong, it’s the greatest gift you ever gave me… so I’ll make it quick, and then I’ll go find that band of friends you’ve made and show them… just… how… strong… I… am.”
Morinth sighed and wiped her hands clean on her chest, stepping over Shepard’s body and stretching languidly by the door. Even after such a delicious meal, there was always room for more, and luckily her mother had brought her a banquet.
She smiled as Aria’s guards opened the doors to the cell, and sashayed out, looking forward to the rest of her evening.
“I just… I can’t believe this is happening.” Tali’Zorah sniffed, clutching her hands to her chest as the pod containing Shepard’s body was floated gently into the cargo bay. “We only just got her back.”
“It is a tragedy.” Morinth said solemnly, bowing her head in a show of mourning. “One I take full responsibility for… I underestimated Morinth, she was far more cunning and powerful than I could have anticipated.”
The tiniest of smiles tugged at the corner of her mouth, but she quickly repressed it and folded her arms over the red armour now squeezing her body. Getting her mother’s suit off Aria had been easy, as was impersonating the late Justicar, but she was really having a hard time hiding her giddy delight at the buffet of beautiful women aboard the Normandy just waiting to be enjoyed.
“Well that’s just fucking great then, isn’t it?” Jack snarled, suddenly shoving her back a few steps. “Shepard’s fucking dead, but as long as you take responsibility I guess everything’s just fine!”
“Jack!” Miranda barked, tearing her eyes away from Shepard’s casket, “Fighting amongst ourselves isn’t going to bring the commander back… and it won’t stop the collectors. We need to make a plan, figure out how we can stop them without the commander.”
“Don’t think I don’t notice you just stepping into Shepard’s shoes before she’s even cold!” Jack snarled, “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you cheerleader?”
“I am the XO, it’s my duty to take command and complete our mission.” Miranda hissed coldly, “But don’t you dare think I wanted this, or that I’m not mourning Shepard too. She was my friend too, but we can’t let the Collectors get away!”
“Perhaps you are right, Miss Lawson.” Morinth sighed heavily, shaking her head. “I have lost a dear friend and a daughter today, one at the hands of the other, but our enemies won’t wait whilst we mourn. We should get underway.”
Jack stalked away, muttering profanities under her breath as Miranda took one last sad look at the casket and headed for the elevator. Tali stifled another sob, not even noticing as Morinth smiled and followed Miranda.
“Miranda, my friend, I am truly sorry for your loss.” Morinth said softly, moving quietly up behind the dark-haired beauty as she rested her hands against the far wall of the elevator and hung her head in misery.
“At least you avenged her, Samara.” Miranda muttered, as the doors slid shut and they began to ascend.
“Please… let me make you feel better.” Morinth smiled, resting a hand on her shoulder and hitting the emergency stop.
“What are you doi… mfff!” Miranda snapped, spinning around only to be pinned to the wall by Morinth’s lips. She struggled and thrashed as the asari pressed her snugly to the bulkhead, soft hands gripping her wrists, powerful thighs forcing her legs to spread.
Morinth purred as she tasted Miranda’s tongue, before pulling her lips back and pressing them against the breathless human’s neck.
“Whu… what’re you…?” Miranda moaned, dazed by Morinth’s taste and the touch of her inside her head, before she yipped with pain, feeling the Ardat-Yakshi’s fangs slip into her throat.
“It’s ok, Miranda.” She heard Morinth whisper into her mind as everything began to dissolve into bliss. “You can tell Shepard I say hello…”
