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Aria's Pet
🕑 Added 2019-07-22 11:11:30 +0000 UTCAfter the citadel was destroyed in the final battle with the reapers, factions from across the galaxy searched for Shepard. Aria T'Loak found her first. Healed of her injuries and fitted with a control chip, Shepard now lives a content life as a stripper and personal cumdump of the Queen of Omega.
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The thumping bass of Afterlife’s music was barely noticed by the citizens of Omega, just another part of the bustling ambience of the filthy mining station. No-one complained about the music, Aria’s word was law of course, in fact most people assumed the lousy soundproofing of Aria’s headquarters was deliberate, that she pumped the music out across the station to remind them her reach was inescapable.
For the dancers and guards who lived within the club, the sound was either intolerable or intoxicating. Many of the guards and younger dancers dealt with the noise, it was a nuisance, a literal headache most days, it was a pain beyond the groping hands the dancers had to deal with, or the constant brawling the guards faced.
It was different for the older dancers, Omega was like a drug, Afterlife was the purest cut. After a year or two the dancers stopped paying attention to the music, a few more they began to enjoy it, eventually it became another rhythm of their lives, like their heartbeat and their breathing. It became a part of them. The few women who lived past the drugs and the violence and Aria’s temper found it as hard to leave the music behind as they found going clean. The music was a part of them, it always would be, and around Afterlife there were always the women that had outgrown Aria’s fondness, sitting outside and craving to be let back inside where the noise and the smell and the feel of the club were strongest.
It took years for Afterlife to addict its girls to it, with one exception.
Jane Shepard tilted her head back and leaned into the rhythm of the bass, swaying in place with a small smile on her face. A hand slipped around her bare waist, another one of Aria’s whores, she mewed contentedly and took it in her own hands, spinning around with the stranger and giggling stupidly. All the colours around her were blending together around her, the face of whoever she was dancing with too blurry to see. Whatever she’d taken earlier was amazing.
A blue-skinned blur appeared and took her by the hips, pulling her close and kissing her throat. “Hi.” Jane giggled, pawing at the asari in return only to trip backwards over something and land heavily in a mound of pillows. “oops.”
A buzz around her throat made her shiver and she brought her hands up to the glowing collar, toying with the long leash that dangled from it. she grinned stupidly and slid a hand down to the gap in her dancer’s outfit, pawing at her sex through the sheer pink panties that covered them.
“Up.” The shadow holding her leash growled.
“Hiya.” She smiled, her other hand tracing vague circles in the air. “S’it time to play again?”
“Get, up.”
Jane’s leash was yanked sharply, and she whined, stumbling to her feet and falling against the Batarian looming over her. “Whoops.” Bray sneered and pushed her away, yanking the leash again and tugging her along behind him.
“You’re real tall.” Jane mumbled, pattering along beside him.
“You’re real chatty.”
Jane giggled and rested her chin against his shoulder. “You’re fun.”
“Only reason I haven’t gutted you is because of the boss.” Bray growled, pushing her aside. “Touch me again and I’ll be the bastard who killed Commander Shepard, Aria or not.”
Jane pouted. “Nobody would know, you know. Heh.” She stumbled again as Bray led her out of the room the dancers lounged in when they weren’t working, fucking or sleeping, affectionately named the ‘slut-pit’. “I’m dead, remember?”
“Sure, until one of these losers get chatty.” Bray growled, “then Commander Shepard is alive and well and everyone who loves and hates you will turn their eyes here.”
“Which is why anyone who so much as mentions my favourite pet outside of these walls gets a bullet to the head.” Aria drawled. Jane let out a giggle of excitement as she finally noticed she’d been led up to Aria’s throne, her owner and lover lounging contentedly on her couch with a cocky smile on her purple lips.
“Mmmm, Ariii.” Jane cooed, dropping to her knees and crawling on all fours to Aria’s knees. She crouched down and kissed the metal-capped boots of the queen of Omega, and then grinned up at her. “Hi.”
“Hello, Shepard.” Aria smiled; hands still folded over her lap as Jane pressed against her shins.
“You should call me Jane.” Shepard purred, kissing Aria’s knee. “You’ve tasted my pussy.”
“That I have.” Aria smirked, “And now you’re going to give me a dance.”
Jane walked her fingers up Aria’s thigh, nibbling her lower lip. “On you?”
“In front.” Aria said softly, “for now.”
“Ooooh.” Jane giggled. “Promises.”
“I’m not promising anything.” Aria drawled, “Now dance.”
Jane clapped with intoxicated glee and jumped to her feet, skipping a few feet away before turning and shooting a sultry glance over her shoulder to the matriarch who owned her. slowly, she began to sway on the spot, sinking into the rhythm of the music that had become a part of her life, until she was dancing easily to the beat. She sank down, her knees bending and her full ass curving for Aria’s viewing and rose back up. She spun. She swayed. She stroked her hands between her legs, over her tits and through her hair. She rolled her hips and shook her tits and moaned and mewled like the whore she was for Aria.
“Strip.” Aria called.
Jane grinned and slipped her hands into the cups of her dancers’ outfit, freeing her breasts one by one and cooing as the cool air from the fans played over them. She tugged at her nipples affectionately before continuing to dance, hands wandering about her body as she did. She slipped her shoulders out of the sleeves, rolled them down until her arms were as bare as her chest. Her muscular belly emerged as she spread her thighs and tugged on one of the little gold rings piercing her tits. Eventually she was knelt, her body practically rippling as her hips moved, wearing only the tiny pink panties of her outfit. She could feel Aria’s eyes on her, and Bray’s, and the people peeking up at the little sanctuary from the bar below, only seeing glimpses of a redhead dancing and stripping for the queen of Omega.
“Let me see that little pink cunt.”
“Yes mommy.” Jane groaned adoringly, unclasping the tabs on either side of her panties and feeling the satin flutter away. One hand reached back to support her as she arched her back, her sopping slit on full display. The other hand was stuck between her lips as she moaned, eyes fluttering with perverse delight. No one had touched her, and she was ready to cum already.
“Fuck yourself.”
“Yes Ari.” Jane croaked, immediately sinking two fingers to the knuckles into her twat. Her moan of delight was enough to get a laugh out of Aria, the pirate queen leaning forwards in her seat and lacing her fingers. “Mmm that feels so fucking good Ari.” She giggled, “Do you like watching me fuck my silly human pussy for you?”
“I enjoy seeing you act like the whore you are.” Aria grinned, “I knew what you were the moment you walked through my door. All that armour and confidence, strutting up to me like you were owed my respect. You’re a slut. You were born to live your life in places like this, belonging to people like me. Now you’re finally home.”
“Home.” Jane repeated softly. “I’m home, with you… Aria.”
“Damn right.” Aria smirked. “Now come sit in Mama’s lap.”
Jane sighed dreamily, hands slipping from her tender insides and up over her naked body until she rose up and stepped coyly to Aria’s feet. The matriarch leaned back simply, her thighs parted, the bulge in her leather pants mouth-wateringly visible. Jane mewed and lowered herself down, straddling just one of the pirate’s thighs and whimpering as her tender opening was pressed on by the muscular leg beneath it.
Aria clenched her fist, biotics humming as the gold slipped through Jane’s nipples and tongue and nose tingled with energy and pulled towards the asari’s purple fist. “You know what I want to hear.”
“I love you.” Jane moaned with a grin. Aria rolled her eyes and slapped Shepard sharply on the cheek.
“Sweet, but no.”
“I’m yours Miss Aria.” Jane pouted, “I’m your slut, and your slave. I’m your plaything.”
“And…?”
“I want to suck your big Asari Cock. I want to be your bitch, your babymaker. I want to be your trophy.” Jane moaned, “I want to sit on your lap with your babies in my belly and look pretty for all the people who come to see you. so, everyone knows who and what I am.”
“Atta girl.” Aria smirked, “You may cum now.”
“Thank you mama.” Jane groaned, immediately beginning to buck her hips against Aria’s thigh. Aria took her jaw in a hand, squeezing her tightly as she panted and mewed, her pussy rubbing against the soft leather. Aria’s thumb moved between her lips and she sucked mindlessly, lost in Aria’s dark eyes and the sensations of her slit. Her orgasm came quickly, her constant arousal and teasing having more than prepared her. she let out a soft whimper and stroked Aria’s hand as it squeezed her, eyes staring adoringly at the queen of Omega.
“I went to so much trouble to find you.” Aria breathed, “Healing you, putting you back together. Slipping that little chip into your brain… it was all worth it.”
“Mawha.” Jane purred wetly, Aria pulled her thumb away and patted her cheek. “Love you.”
“I know.” Aria smirked.
“C… can I taste you now?”
Aria sighed and leaned back, dark eyes scanning over Jane’s sweat-licked body. “Go ahead, pet”
Jane smiled giddily and slipped off Aria’s thigh, landing clumsily before skittering closer between her lover’s legs. She nuzzled her face against the fat bulge, barely constrained by leather pants, before reaching up and carefully unzipping Aria. Her package unfurled softly, resting over Jane’s hand.
She whined with adoration and cupped the fat purple snake, lowering her face to it and cooing. Asari skin was the softest thing she’d ever felt, so cool and gentle. On the occasions Aria let her share her bed properly she would barely sleep, instead pressing herself against Aria’s skin and tracing patterns with her finger over her body.
She kissed the underside of Aria’s cock, grinning to herself as she looked up past it at Aria’s expression. “So big.” She purred before kissing her again, working her way along the underside of the purple cock until she reached its head and slipped her lips over it. Aria let out a soft murmur as Jane began to sink further down her prick, blazing green eyes locked lovingly onto her face. She reached down and ran her fingers through the commander’s hair, gripping her head tightly. Jane let out a quiet “Muh?” of confusion, before Aria yanked her head down, spearing her throat with almost the entire length of her cock.
Jane gagged helplessly, hands moving from Aria’s sack to her thighs, petting her legs as Aria yanked her head up and down. She couldn’t breathe, spit was bubbling around her lips, she was in heaven. Her eyes lost focus and she surrendered herself to her mistress, her heartbeat and the bass and the rhythmic gurgling of her throat as she was facefucked drowning out anything else that might have mattered.
Time lost focus for a while, sensation shattering any capacity for her to think. She only came around as Aria pushed
her away, cupping her red cheeks in her palms. She forced a wet smile and was met with a gently pat to the cheek. “Up you come.”
Jane let out a quiet yelp as she was grabbed and lifted effortlessly by Aria, dumped on her back on the couch with Aria looming over her. she grinned and reached out, taking Aria’s hips and trying to pull her close. Aria smirked and smacked her hands away, pulling down her pants to her ankles and shoving herself between Jane’s quivering thighs. “Fuck me.”
“What do you think I’m going to do, cunt?” Aria grinned, grabbing Jane’s wrists and yanking them up above her head. “You thought I brought you up just for a dance?”
“Fuck… please.” Jane cooed.
Aria pressed herself forwards, spreading Jane’s petals easily and slipping deep into her with barely any effort. Jane howled in delight and wrapped her legs around Aria’s body, staring up gleefully as the pirate queen planted her arms on either side of her head and began to thrust in earnest.
“Oh fuck… mommy… fuck my stupid human pussy harder!” Jane begged, hands finding Aria’s cheeks and clinging to her. Aria growled and grabbed her throat, pressing her down into the leather of the couch, hips slamming forwards. Jane’s moans and squeals became muted splutters as Aria’s grip tightened, choking her. she smiled stupidly to herself, vision blurring into a vague purple shape towering over her.
Aria smacked her cheek sharply, making her giggle, eyes rolling back in her head as she was pounded. The music rushed through her addled mind as she began to lose consciousness, falling limply back under Aria with a brain-dead smile on her face. She mumbled something even she didn’t understand and cooed as a purple hand grabbed one of her tits and squeezed. The grip on her throat loosened and she choked, gasping for air. She blinked and smiled up at Aria, still rocking under the pirate queen’s thrusts.
“So pretty.” She giggled, reaching up and stroking her fingers over Aria’s lips. “We’re gonna have such beautiful babies.”
“Not if you don’t shut up, whore.” Aria hissed, “Obedience is pleasure, remember?”
“Too stupid to ‘member all that.” Jane moaned, pouting up at Aria as the asari bit her lip and sank herself as far as she could into her. “Mommy’s cock melts my stupid human brain.”
“I’ll put it simpler, just for you.” Aria growled, suppressing a smile as Jane blushed and trembled delighted beneath her. “Shut the fuck up.” She slapped her hand down over Jane’s mouth and squeezed, beginning to thrust again even harder than before. She hammered Jane so long she couldn’t keep track of it anymore, delighting in the rippling of her flesh as she was pounded and the muffled squeaks of arousal escaping between her fingers.
Jane’s green eyes stared blankly up at her, rolling about in her skull with every cunt-bruising slam of Aria’s hips. The pirate queen grinned, free hand attacking Shepard’s tits, squeezing and stroking and tugging at the rings slipped through her rosy nipples. The bitch was hers. The stupid, cocky, gorgeous Commander Shepard was her private cumdump. And the best thing was the brainless cunt loved it.
She released Shepard’s mouth and wiped her palm off on her hair before grabbing and pinning her against the window. She stared down into her private kingdom with vicious glee as eyes began to take notice of Shepard giggling and rubbing herself against the glass. “Tonight’s the night.” She breathed into Jane’s ear. “I want you to scream for me now.”
“Y… yesh… Ariii.” Jane croaked, practically glowing with glee as she rubbed her ass back against Aria’s hips. “Babies… knock me up…”
Aria grinned and smacked her hand against Shepard’s cheek, crushing her head against the glass and lining herself up with her sopping slit. Jane let out a sharp yip of arousal as Aria’s teeth closed on her ear and she forced herself inside, her cock burying itself deep in her desperately soaking hole. She began to move back against her, but was quickly knocked back into place by Aria’s vicious thrusts. Her legs bowed inwards as each violent motion beat the strength out of her, leaving her a howling, drooling toy for Aria to dump her seed into.
Hands clawed at her hips, teeth nipped playfully at her throat. The cool glass pressed tight against her breasts and belly, her own arousal smearing over it and rolling down her thighs. Almost everyone down below was watching her, and every single one of them recognised her. They saw who she was, what she was doing, how much she adored the treatment, and they laughed. Jane Shepard was alive again, and at once, the woman she had been was dead.
She squealed with delight as Aria finally erupted inside her, searing hot spunk filling her belly and splattering out over her thighs. Behind her Aria let out a self-satisfied mew and released her, leaving her to fall heavily to the floor. Her legs trembled uselessly beneath her as she sat, cheek pressed to the glass, fingers desperately trying to fill the void Aria had left.
Behind her Aria dropped heavily back onto her couch and sighed, snapping her fingers. “Someone hose the bitch off and drop her back in the pit.” She drawled. A pair of hands grabbed Jane and easily lifted her up, pulling her down the stairs and out of sight. “Maybe don’t tell the whores she’s knocked up, I don’t want the meat fighting over me!” She shouted as Jane’s ankles disappeared around the corner, before leaning back and sighing.
“Enjoy the show, kitten?”
She flipped a button on the armrest of the couch and opened a panel in the opposite wall. Ordinarily emergency weapons would have been inside, instead a bound asari flopped out onto her chest, trembling quietly. A nod from Aria had her guards lift the woman up onto her knees, letting Aria grin at her predicament.
Liara’s body shivered in the cold, bare tits heaving and thick cock straining against its bonds. Behind the glowing visor over her eyes, she was crying. “Y… you’re a… m…monster” Liara sobbed, “Turn her back… please… I don’t care what else you do j… just… just fix her?”
“You don’t like my pet?”
“Please.” Liara whimpered, trying to stare at Aria through the images flashing in her face. “I can’t bear it…”
“Well that is the point.” Aria smirked, gesturing for a drink. “How’s it feel knowing all those little blue babies you dreamed of are gonna be mine?”
“Let her go!” Liara howled, doubling over and straining against the glowing bonds wrapped about her.
“Or what?” Aria sighed, rolling her eyes. She accepted a tumbler of turian brandy from a girl and gave her a sharp smack on the ass in thanks.
“She… we have friends… they’ll come for her!”
“They did, kitten.” Aria cooed, leaning forwards and pressing her foot down on Liara’s cock just enough to make her groan in pain. “And now they’re mine just like her.”
“You’re… l…lying.” Liara whispered.
“Maybe.” Aria smiled, shrugging. “You’ll find out soon enough either way. Now that Shepard’s in a motherly way,
there’s no point hiding them all away after all.” Her dark eyes locked on Liara’s helpless form and her lip curled into a cold smile. “I wonder if they’ll even recognise you after all this time.”
Comments
Bluewing
Maybe, I had a few ideas of Shepard's team being twisted by Aria to work for her in all sorts of fun ways.
Spikesagitta
Oh damn. Wonder if you will write a sequel to this?
