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Omegan Roulette: Good Ending
🕑 Added 2023-10-15 22:21:10 +0000 UTCThe slut on the left 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!”
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 spewing from her muffled mouth.
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 it’s 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 as her eyes crossed, a fresh heat and rush of wetness caressing Shepard’s cock as she drove violently inside her helpless lover. The poor bitch had cum already, and Shepard wasn’t nearly done with her yet.
“You… fucking… blue… slut!” She groaned, tears of frustration and bliss oozing town her cheeks as she panted. “You feel too… too fucking good!”
“Mhhhuhhh!” the asari replied, matching Shepard’s thrusts with her hips, eyes rolling as her body took over where her mind failed.
“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 a 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 prey’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 crashing orgasm from the slut it belonged to.
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.
Barely even human anymore, just a breeding animal, Shepard only registered an obstruction to her cock sinking into her mate’s body, and snarled.
“Why… are you all… such fucking… sluts!” she barked, ramming her hips forward with each guttural utterance that came bursting from her lips. “Fucking… Asari… whoooooooooooooores!”
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 victim.
Beneath her, the asari twitched, eyes crossed and body limp as rope after rope of potent human seed filled her womb to breaking point. One last crashing orgasm tore through her, and her rolling grey eyes burned black.
One moment, Shepard was chewing on a quaking asari tit 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.
“Fuuuuuhck meeeeeee!” Samara squealed, slapping her fat blue ass down against Shepard’s cock, clinging to her human mate hard enough to draw blood. All thoughts of the code had been erased, the memory of her situation was long gone, all that mattered now was the hard human cock in her hot asari babymaker! Centuries of sexual repression came bursting out of the Justicar milf all at once, as she gurgled with delight at being thoroughly bred.
“Gonna fucking breed your fat blue ass!” Shepard snarled, barely noticing the change in location herself as she sank her teeth into Samara’s collarbone and grappled her by the ass.
“Yesss… fuuuuuuck!” Samara howled, cumming again at the sudden pain and wrapping her legs around Shepard’s back. “Breed! Breeeeeeeeed! I wanna… have your… human… babieees!”
Shepard tasted blood and felt the delicious pumping sensation of her balls emptying into Samara throb with renewed vigour. She broke away, tongue lolling and stained purple, before smacking her lips against Samara’s.
As frenzied human and asari tongues wrestled and writhed against one another, the bond binding the two women together began to fade.
Shepard stumbled backwards, suddenly spent, and fell to her knees, panting like a dog.
With a thick, wet ‘glorp’ her load began to escape Samara’s pussy, bubbling heavily from her conquered azure and oozing down her flesh to her winking asshole.
The Justicar was spent, completely limp in her bonds, eyes staring dreamily up at the cell ceiling as waves of bliss ricocheted around her body.
To their right, Morinth stared at the scene in awe, her own pussy soaking her thighs as she watched her mother and Shepard ride the aftershocks of their 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, Shepard.” Aria laughed, the sound of soft applause coming over the speakers, “I’m almost jealous, you really pounded that uptight bitch senseless!”
With a soft hiss, the restraints around Samara’s body snapped open, the gag rolling free of her mouth and dropping to the floor. With nothing left to hold her up, Samara flopped limply over the small metal table she’d been balanced on, arms and legs dangling over the sides as she dribbled her victory down onto the floor.
“I’m a woman of my word, Shepard. You and the new mommy are free to go and, so long as you don’t piss me off again, the footage of this intimate moment will stay for my eyes only.” Aria drawled, “I’ll give you a moment to collect yourselves and take out the trash.”
The intercom fizzled out and Shepard groaned, raising her head and blinking at the ruined body of Samara as the Justicar whimpered and caressed her blushing azure.
“S… Samara?” she croaked. “Is… that you?”
“Y… yes… commander.” Samara breathed, rolling off the table and falling heavily onto her hands and knees. Shepard felt her cock pulse as the Justicar’s colossal ass was waved in her face, but she didn’t have the energy to make a grab for it. “You… chose well.”
“I didn’t… hurt you?”
“I will recover.” Samara groaned, gripping Morinth’s gurney and hauling herself up to her feet. Her legs shook as she stood, cum splattering the floor between her feet, but she slowed her breathing and leaned over her daughter.
Morinth was thrashing in her bindings, eyes locked onto her mother’s as Samara gently reached down and stroked her cheek. Her howls and screams of defiance were lost behind the gag, until Samara’s fingers wound around her throat and silenced her.
“L… let us… return to the n… Normandy.” Samara moaned, leaning her soft, sweaty body against Shepard for support, before taking the first shaky steps towards the open door to their cell.
“Given the circumstances, I think I’ve been more than fair, Shepard.” Samara said patiently, watching as Jane paced the upper level of her cabin like a cornered animal. “Is it so much to ask you to take responsibility?”
She was sat on Shepard’s bed, not for the first time, her suit discarded and one of Jane’s shirts tugged over her curvaceous blue form. Coming to Jane’s cabin had become somewhat regular for the former-justicar, but soon enough there wouldn’t be any need to travel so far just to see her mate.
“I was drugged!” Jane whined, running her fingers through her hair. “I didn’t want to be a dad! I can’t believe you’re…”
“I left the Justicar Order for your sake, Shepard.” Samara reminded her, placing her hands gently against the soft blue sphere of her pregnant belly. “With no more support from the order, providing for myself and this child falls to you.”
“I didn’t ask you to leave the order.” Jane complained, “You didn’t even ask me beforehand! I thought we’d agreed that we weren’t even going to talk about what happened, and then suddenly you’re demanding I settle down and be your… your pet!”
“Asking you to stay in my home with our child and provide for us is hardly slavery, Shepard.”
Shepard let out a dismissive grunt and ran her fingers through her hair, clearly trying to formulate an escape. Samara sighed, admiring her mate’s figure as she paced back and forth, before deciding to bring the little illusion that Shepard had any choice to an end.
“Would you prefer I inform the Justicar Order of the true nature of this conception?” she asked sweetly, watching as Shepard paled. “Raping and breeding me would make you an enemy of the state, Shepard… isn’t it so much better for us all if you simply come home and do your duty?”
“My… duty?” Shepard whispered, head in her hands.
“It needn’t be unpleasant.” Samara cooed, “It’s any asari mother’s duty to take care of their mate too.” She gently undid the single button currently holding Shepard’s shirt together over the mass of her breasts and swollen stomach. She let out a soft sigh as she felt her breasts fall free, heaving happily in the cool air. Her lip curled as Shepard stared at her, entranced by her beauty even more than she had been before putting a baby in her belly.
“Come home… take care of me and our child.” Samara breathed soothingly, curling a finger to Shepard who helplessly approached, a tent in her pants. “We’ll find you a job on Thessia to spend your days at, and at night… I will be waiting in our bed for you.”
“Our… bed?” Shepard mumbled, cheeks flushed as Samara’s fingers tangled in her hair and tugged her face down to meet her breast.
“That’s right… my beautiful mate… you can fuck and breed me to your heart’s content.” Samara crooned as Shepard cuddled against her and began to slather her tits with her tongue. “My child needs a father, and I have no intention of letting this…magnificent thing escape my reach.”
She reached down and caressed Shepard’s cock with a dainty touch.
“Do we have a deal, love?”
Shepard whined, feeling as Samara pulled her cock flush with her azure and rubbed the slick blue folds with her head.
“Yes… Samara.” She surrendered, sinking deep into her pregnant mate’s pussy and letting the asari draw her in. “Whatever you say.”
“Good girl.” Samara smiled. “Good girl.”
