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(Commission) Return To The Arena.
🕑 Added 2021-02-28 01:18:21 +0000 UTCA Commission from Obligatory Name.
When Liara asked Matriarch Aethyta to help her gain support and resources for the coming war with the Reapers, the last thing she expected was an invitation to one of the most notorious forbidden sports in Asari history: Lynumma.
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The purple sky of Illium glowed a dark orange as its sun began to dip beneath the horizon, a swirling mix of violet and burned amber dappled with the pale white whisps of cloud. It had always been of Liara’s favourite sights, and back when she’d lived on Illium chasing leads on the Shadow broker, staring up at that sunset had been her way of relaxing, along with a glass of wine and a fond memory of better times. She’d forgotten about the buzz of Illium, the constant hum of skycars and distant conversations echoing off the towering skyscrapers like an immense musical instrument, but now that she was back, it almost felt like home.
She hadn’t expected to return quite so soon, not seeing that the last time she’d been here she’d been shot at, beaten and nearly blown up.
With an uncertain look, she turned away from the picturesque vista and followed a tall, broad-shouldered matriarch away from the balcony and across the square courtyard they’d just landed at. The matriarch was Aethyta, currently a bartender, formerly a spy, assassin, mercenary, pirate, enforcer, drug-dealer, ambassador and, occasionally, a prostitute.
She was also, as Liara had recently discovered, her father.
Liara didn’t know quite what to make of that. Benezia had taken her away to Thessia before she’d even been born and had never mentioned her father. It wasn’t unusual that Liara hadn’t known Aethyta growing up, Asari frequently raised their daughters alone, but a matriarch like Benezia was supposed to have grown passed that kind of behaviour centuries before then.
She’d always assumed her father had been the lucky recipient of a passing fancy of Benezia’s. Her mother had been horny on some night, seen a pleasing-looking somebody and enjoyed them like she must have enjoyed hundreds of others before. All asari had needs, matriarchs included, and as a society they were fairly casual about tending to them, so much so it had been a shock when she’d started working alongside humans, who seemed so strangely embarrassed by sex as a whole.
Aethyta did not seem like someone Benezia would have liked, let alone loved enough to have a real relationship with, and yet apparently they’d spent almost a century together.
Liara sighed sadly, it seemed every time she learned something new about her mother, she realised that she’d never really known her at all.
“What’s the matter, kid?” Aethyta grunted, turning a corner and heading down a slim alleyway between two towers. “Places to be?”
“You said that you had something important to show me.” Liara said, pursing her lips. “So far you’ve taken me to lunch and then flown me half-way across Nos Astra without telling me anything at all.”
“And of course the only reason you agreed to come was for your intel, not your old lady.” Aethyta smirked over her shoulder. Liara’s cheeks flushed and she rubbed the back of her neck, as annoyed as she was, she did want to get to know her father a little better. Aethyta laughed, a coarse bark of a laugh that made Liara jump, before waving a flippant hand. “Ah don’t worry about it; not like we got a real familial bond going on between us. Far as you care I’m some random old cunt who showed up with a bunch of stories and resources you think are too good to be true, right?”
“Of course not.” Liara murmured. “I believe you are my father, and I believe you want to help me… it’s the specifics I’m not too sure about.”
“Ha, practical, just like Nezzie.” Aethyta sighed. “C’mon, we’re just about there.”
“Just about where?”
“The place you’re about to get everything you could want from.”
They came to a doorway at the end of an alley, with gaudy lights blinking and flashing all around it. ‘Welcome to Lynulyia’ was written on a sign above the door. A young maiden was stood outside, she smiled welcomingly to Aethyta and opened the door for them, revealing a set of steps heading back upwards. Aethyta marched onwards without any hesitation, and Liara reluctantly followed.
The roar of the arena hit Liara almost as hard as the smell, her ears almost ringing from the howls of asari and other species. She opened her mouth in a gasp of surprise, sucking in a huge lungful of the scent. She coughed, eyes watering, as the musk poured into her nose.
“G… goddess, what is that?” she coughed, looking up at her father, who was grinning and drinking in the potent smell.
Aethyta looked down at her, grinning. “Lynumma!”
Liara swallowed and followed Aethyta up the steps to the balcony above. The arena was small by most sport’s standards, maybe only twenty feet wide in diameter, with high walls that led up to the seats like an ancient amphitheatre. The low sunset light streamed in from the sky above, the entire arena open to the air, but bright spotlights focussed down onto the ring.
The crowd was still cheering when Liara reached the top of the steps, just in time to watch a pair of two blue feet be dragged out of the ring through a door. An impossibly voluptuous matriarch was roaring to the crowd in victory, her naked teal body licked with sweat as she raised her arms and cheered to her fans. Her massive breasts heaved with exertion and her cock throbbed with arousal, dripping thick, virile sperm onto the arena floor to join the rest of the mess. A thick soup of cum and sweat was already being mopped up by little drones, but the smell remained, pouring the air, so thick you could almost see it.
“Another spectacular match from our newest star: Matriarch Karillaaaaaaaa!” A small, boyish asari cheered into a microphone, standing up on a small platform overlooking the arena. “A thrilling show! I see a lot of disappointed faces in the crowd who thought our resident heavyweight Umara had this match in the bag! Better luck next time ladies!”
“This… this is…” Liara stammered, staring down as the naked asari sauntered out of the arena, her voluptuous curves jiggling and wobbling with every step.
“This is the best fucking sport in the universe.” Aethyta grinned, resting her arms on the balcony and sighing happily. “Goddess, there’s nothing like being at a real match, the heat, the smell, the roar of the crowd…” she grunted and bit her lip.
“Lynumma is banned!” Liara squeaked as Aethyta called out to someone she knew in the crowd. “No one’s played for millennia! Not since the Matriarch Council was first formed!”
“Ah, c’mon kid, you really think because something gets banned people are gonna stop doing it?” Aethyta laughed. “Besides, Illium hasn’t banned squat. Lynumma is as legal as loveslaves round here, and this is the best damn spot for it off the homeworld.”
“It’s so… base.” Liara mumbled. “All the descriptions in the history books… how could you watch this?”
“Cos it’s fucking awesome.” Aethyta laughed, smacking her on the back. “And you’re missing the point, little wing.”
Liara flushed at the use of her childhood nickname, glancing back down at the empty arena as Aethyta leaned in close to be heard over the noise. “You want to get rich, you want to get influence, you want to get leverage, then you come to a Lynumma ring. Any asari with power and the disposition to use it, is either here, or has a stake in a match. Drug-runners, mercenary captains, gang bosses, smugglers, politicians, they’re here, and all of them would make very good ‘friends’ for you.”
“There are really that many underground figures here?”
“Everyone loves Lynumma.” Aethyta chuckled. “It brings people together, literally.”
“I asked you to help me get resources for the war. Credits, weapons… you give me this?” Liara scowled, wincing as another asari passed by, clearly drunk, and cheering loudly about the last match. “A gaggle of perverts?”
“Listen, you make a name for yourself here, you’ll get all the underworld resources you need for the war. Connections to Thessia, The Citadel, Omega… if you play your cards right.” Aethyta sighed patiently, “C’mon, sit and watch the next match, and I’ll show you everything you’re not seeing about the situation.”
Reluctantly, Liara sank down onto one of the amphitheatre’s seats and peered down into the empty arena.
Lynumma was known by the humans as ‘asari sumo’ though the comparison was only accurate on a very surface level. It was a combat sport, one that dated back to the ancient times before Asari had even left Thessia to explore the stars. It was violent and primitive and lewd in a way not seen in human sports, and it had been banned in every civilised corner of the galaxy since before humans had learned how to walk.
But of course, Illium wasn’t entirely ‘civilised’, not really.
A roar came from the crowd as the next contender stepped out into the open. She was a matriarch, old and elegant, with a noble face and a confident poise. She would have fitted in well with the wealthy elite of Thessia, or even in a seat on the Matriarch Council, if she had been wearing any clothes.
The matriarch’s pale lilac flesh glistened under the lights, every inch of supple skin oiled and massaged to glow with beauty and virility. Her massive breasts swayed as she walked, fat teardrops of flesh nearly the size of the woman’s head. Her hips and ass were equally voluptuous, her entire frame plump and mature to almost impossible proportions. Whilst her stomach and thighs were soft and thick, the muscle beneath layers of fat was strong enough to snap a spine like a dry twig. The power of the matriarch was nowhere better shown, than in her throbbing, meaty erection.
Her cock put horses to shame, a towering pillar of purple flesh that rippled and roiled like an independent animal hungry for prey. It jutted out from the matriarch’s body like a spear, perpendicular to the rest of her body, twitching and glistening with oil and precum.
Liara swallowed and crossed her legs, keenly aware of how wet she was getting, and how hard her own erection was. She shot a glance at Aethyta, but fortunately her father was paying more attention to the little announcer.
“Laaaaaadiees of Illium!” She was howling, “We’ve got a treat for you tonight! A plucky young challenger of nine-hundred and three! She came out of nowhere and laid her opponents to shame with five consecutive knockouts! Our challenger, the purple powerhouse, the terror of the terminus, the stud of Starfall City: Matriarch Akaraaaaaaaaaa!”
The matriarch raised her arms and roared for the crowd, eyes alight with lust and delight as she grinned and showed of her curves.
“Aaaaaaand our reigning heavyweight champion!” The announcer continued as the matriarch flexed. “The sentinel of Serrice, the azure annihilator, the blue bitchbreaker from Barillou: Matriarch Carilonaaaaa!”
A second matriarch appeared in the arena, older by a few decades than her opponent, but just as buxom. Her naked, oiled flesh was a pale baby blue, rippling and quivering as the woman bounced on the balls of her feet, working up the crowd with a hollering cry. Her cock was just as fat and thick as Akara’s, it would have reached her knees, if it hadn’t been standing to attention, ready for the match.
“All bets have been placed and appetites have been wet!” The announcer purred, “Competitors, take your places!”
Both asari turned towards one another, smirking as they moved into position. Each naked behemoth of a woman crouched down slightly, locking themselves into place across from one another. Liara bit her lip as she admired the fat, round peach of Carilona’s blue butt, pressing her palms down on her lap in a useless attempt to hide her arousal.
“Oh, shit.” Aethyta hummed, not bothering to do the same, a prominent bulge growing in her dress that made Liara exceptionally uncomfortable. “This is gonna be a good one.”
“A… a good one?”
“Hm, Carilona hates losing, she’s gonna cling on to Akara’s fat ass until she passes out.” Aethyta smiled. “And this new kid’s got some serious determination, did three fights back-to-back just to have a shot at this. Kinda incredible she didn’t get knocked up in that last one, almost looked pregnant already with how much spunk Lussa spewed into her.”
“Th… they don’t really compete without birth-control, do they?” Liara croaked.
“Course, no stakes otherwise.” Her father grinned, “Now sit back and enjoy.”
Liara bit her lip and obeyed, wincing as both matriarchs let out a guttural “Hah!” and jerked forwards. Blue biotic light glowed about their bodies, muscles rippling as they tensed and their already exceptional curves seeming to swell. It was impossible, Liara knew, but as the two ancient Asari clashed together, their bodies seemed to have grown even more curvy and voluptuous. Perhaps it was just a trick of the light, but she could have sworn the grappling pair had managed to enhance not only their strength with their biotics, but their weight and curves as well.
The matriarchs grunted and growled at one another, hands locked together, arms tensing as they stood locked in a standstill. Biceps bulged and asses quivered as they pushed against one another, sweat beginning to join the oil on their skin as they groaned and fought to break the hold. It looked like Carilona had the upper hand, her taller stature giving her leverage to push down on Akara, but the younger matriarch’s powerful legs were locked in place, keeping her from buckling to the ground. Both matriarch’s fat cocks were bobbing with their grunts, leaking their precum onto the arena floor as they swatted and rubbed against each other, just waiting for their owner to get the upper hand.
They didn’t have to wait long, Akara grunted and twisted her arms, breaking the grip and sending both matriarchs crashing against one another. Liara gasped as both pulsing pillars of asari cockmeat rammed into their opponent’s waiting pussy, rousing howls of pleasure from both wrestlers as they squeezed one another in a bone-crushing hug.
The women moaned and grunted, bodies jiggling and quaking as they thrust into one another, staring angrily into one another’s eyes as they fought for dominance. Liara’s eyes tore themselves away from Carilona’s massive ass to the many screens ringing the arena, all showing a different angle of the debased wrestling match, fed live from a dozen bee-sized camera drones circling the matriarchs.
Fat breasts squishing and rippling as they pressed together. Soft, pliant stomachs rubbing, hiding the straining muscles that lay behind impeccably. Round bubble-butts bouncing and shaking with every violent thrust. Monstrous, virile breeding tools rubbing and twisting against one another like snakes, driving deep into sopping asari folds, leaking sperm and arousal like a waterfall. All of it was right there for Liara to see and enjoy.
She whined quietly and pressed down a little harder on her own cock, mouth watering as she stared at the pair of grunting wrestlers before her. “Who do you think will win?”
Aethyta smirked. “My money’s on Carilona, but that’s not the question you want to be asking. What you want to be asking is who everyone else’s money is on.” She said softly, biting her lip as Akara let out a loud moan and smacked her hands against Carilona’s ass, her purple fingers sinking into the plump blue flesh and gripping it tight. “A girl can make millions on Lynumma betting, and that’s just what you have to gain financially.”
Carilona howled and rammed her hips forwards hard enough to make Akara stagger back a few paces, the pair still locked together at the hips, their arms around one another as they fucked. Her noble, stately face twisted into a lewd, lustful expression.
“You can make friends out here in the stands, use the credits smart and those friends will make you more friends. You can get a reputation here, assets for the war, agents for your network. A favour can be twenty times as valuable as gold, you know that.” Aethyta sighed, massaging her bulge with a casual hand, admiring the women below as their mating grew louder and louder. “It’s a high-stakes game, for everyone involved, but the rewards are worth playing for, trust me.
A pitched howl came as the matriarchs’ eyes flashed black. Liara let out a startled gasp, watching as a torrent of pale blue sperm exploded out from the two old asari, smearing their erections and splattering the floor beneath them. They didn’t let up for a second, if anything, their desperate, violent rutting only grew more enthusiastic.
“Oh goddess.” She managed to croak. “When you say… high stakes?”
Aethyta laughed and nodded to the pair below. “A player doesn’t get into Lynumma without being ready to break a few bones. Strains, bumps and bruises are all part of the gig. Deaths are real rare, the biggest risk is getting knocked up.”
Liara’s gasp only made her father’s smile widen and she scratched her nose. “Yeah, subconscious melding can happen in the heat of the moment. If you’re looking at a heavyweight final, impregnation is pretty certain for at least one player. Occasionally you’ll even get a double knock-up, I’ve only seen a pair of those in my time though.” Aethyta shrugged. “For you, biggest risk is losing money, or getting a reputation as a coward. You’ve got the funds to solve the first, and the balls to prove you’re not the second. I wouldn’t be recommending it if I thought there was a chance you’d end up in indentured servitude.”
“OOHHHHHHHH!” Akara howled, blowing another load deep into Carilona’s cunt, receiving another piping-hot injection of seed into her own womb in the next second.
“That happens?”
“Only when people play stupid.” Aethyta nodded, biting a lip as sperm and sweat flew off the mating pair. Thick, viscous drops of cum were falling to the ground faster and faster now, a fresh shower of pearlescent globs coming with every jerk of the women’s hips. Liara couldn’t deny that the spectacle was turning her on like nothing every had before, or that her father’s plan didn’t intrigue her.
She cleared her throat as another howl exploded out from Carilona, her tongue lolling as she thrust forwards so hard she lifted Akara off the ground for a moment. “H… have you any wrestlers in mind that I might… um, sponsor?”
“I’ve got someone in mind, should be easy enough to work with. If you can get her.” Aethyta sighed, massaging her loins as the matriarchs’ cries grew louder and shriller, their bodies in a constant slapping, jiggling state as they both began to grow close to climax. Their thighs and feet were slick with sperm now, a thick, virile soup spreading out from where they were struggling to stay upright, coving the floor like a viscous white lake.
“Weeeere getting close ladies.” The announcer purred, one hand gripping her erection as the other squeezed her microphone. “Our champions are flagging, can Carilona hold onto her title? Can Akara continue her record-breaking streak?”
“Hrn.” Aethyta grunted, “Short match… shit.”
“Father, please, tell me about this wrestler?” Liara groaned.
“It’s me kid, I’m gonna do it.”
There was a silence between them only interrupted by the moaning and slapping noises of the wrestlers below.
When Liara spoke, her tone was incredulous. “You?”
Aethyta cocked a brow. “What, you think your mom was into me for my sparkling personality?” she asked, “Hah! She wanted me for my body! I was a fucking powerhouse back in the day, and I can still wipe the fucking floor with any of these young cunts thinking they’re hot shit.”
“I… uh… really?” Liara managed, her mind suddenly full of images of her father in a situation like the one below, naked and curvy and covered in sweat and sperm… groaning and grunting and pounding her fat cock into a rival. She shook her head and tried to crush her erection down a little harder. That was just… wrong.
“I ain’t gonna pretend I’m not out of shape.” Aethyta admitted, blowing out a breath through her nose. “But give me a month or two, and I can be back in fighting shape, and winning you whatever matches you give me. All I need is a few meds, a few herbs, a proper diet, all things you can get your hands on easily.”
“You… used to be good?”
Aethyta scowled, tearing her eyes away from the match to glower at her daughter. “I used to be the best in my league kid, heavyweight champion for three years running, ranked top five competitors for another thirty. I only stopped cause…” she trailed off, looking wistful, before shrugging. “Point is, I’m your best bet at getting everything you want as quick as you can.”
Liara was about to ask if Aethyta was really sure about the plan, when Akara let out a shriek of pain, bliss and frustration. She looked down at the ring in time to see the purple matriarch fall backwards limply in Carilona’s arms, her eyes rolled back and her mouth open in a silent moan. The sheer exertion of the match, the arousal coursing through her, it had all been too much for the poor challenger, she had fainted, and lost the match.
Carilona roared with victory, crushing the unconscious Akara in her arms and thrusting viciously into her cum-packed hole. Akara shook like a ragdoll in the blue matriarch’s arms, body jiggling and wobbling with every thrust, her head lolling backwards on her neck before falling against Carilona’s shoulder. It might have looked sweet, if the blue matriarch hadn’t still been ramming into the other woman’s cunt and spewing more cum into her body every second.
With a final, ear-bursting shout, Carilona jerked forwards and blew so much cum inside Akara that the unconscious matriarch’s belly swelled visibly. Liara gasped as Carilona released Akara suddenly and staggered back. The purple asari fell to the arena floor with a wet splat, sprawled in a sticky heap and still being splattered by the final few ropes of seed that came flying from Carilona’s cock and landed heavily over her sleeping face.
“WE HAVE A WINNNEEEEEER!” The announcer sang as Carilona reared back and let out a deafening cheer, raising her fists to the crowd and basking in their adoration. “Matriarch Carilona retains her title as our reigning champion!”
“Wooo!” Aethyta cheered, rising out of her seat and punching the air. Liara squeaked with surprise at the sudden movement and found herself suddenly at eye-level with Aethyta’s erection. She flushed uncomfortably and focussed her attention on Carilona, who was still revelling in her victory.
She turned and noticed Liara, clearly seeing a newcomer and a pretty face. She blew a kiss and winked up at the blushing maiden before making her way back towards the arena gates. She stepped on Akara’s stomach, sending a jet of pressurised sperm gushing from her aching hole, before vanishing into the dark.
Aethyta laughed and sat back down. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer kid, maybe you’d rather be a groupie than a manager?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Liara mumbled, before frowning as Aethyta waved a credit chit under her nose. “What’s that?”
“Twenty thousand credits.” Aethyta smiled. “what I just won from my little bet. If I was looking to make real money, I could have just won Twenty million, but I thought this would be enough to make a point.”
Liara raised a brow and tucked the chit into her pocket. “So, what do you need your manager to do?”
“We’ll talk about that later kid.” Aethyta chuckled. “But it might be an idea to invest in some familial housing. Who knows, maybe you’ll be getting a baby sister someday soon.”
Liara wasn’t sure if her father was joking or not, but looking at the sea of semen boiling away on the arena floor, perhaps it was better to be safe than sorry.
