The Consort

This was originally going to be a relatively short piece to celebrate 100 fans on Hentai Foundry, but kinda exploded into something way longer, hence the wait.

Regardless here we are. Thanks again to all for the support!

In a universe without the reapers, Shepard becomes the consort on the citadel, and finds herself catering to some of the most powerful and beautiful Asari Matriarchs in the galaxy.

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Asari Matriarchs were not creatures to be trifled with; a mix of biotic powers that could flatten a tank with a thought, and centuries of experience making anything a human could throw at them utterly predictable. Getting a matriarch on your bad side was more often than not a particularly stupid method of suicide.

No sane person went after one of the proudest, most powerful, most sexually aggressive creatures in the galaxy. When a matriarch crossed your path you did what they said, when they said to do it, and you did your best not to piss them off.

Unless, of course, you were Jane Shepard.

In that case you revelled in your unique ability to bring those powerful, beautiful women to their knees.

Shepard sighed and toyed with the whip coiled in her palm, basking in the soft, heady perfumes filing the air, the sharp clicking of her heels on the tile floor, and the faint tingling at her nape that told her that her customers were watching her with rapt attention.

“Ladies, ladies, ladies.” She tutted, rolling her head from side to side and sighing. “Whatever will I do with you?”

She turned and smiled down at her customers, uncoiling the whip and slowly winding it back around her fist. Six beautiful Asari Matriarchs were kneeling meekly on plump, soft cushions, staring up at her with quivering anticipation. Neat black ball-gags were nestled between their lips, slick and shining as the women salivated. Tight steel rings kept their pulsing, oozing cocks painfully hard, aching for release between their shapely thighs.

Each one was naked and oiled, soft blue skin glistening in the low, sensual light. The thin cords binding their arms behind them and crossing their chests dug into their glistening flesh, accentuating how wonderfully soft their mature forms were.

Shepard herself was wearing her usual evening attire, soft silk gloves and stockings with a sleek, tight black corset that left her womanhood bare and hoisted her ample bust higher, giving her an even more pronounced hourglass figure. Around her throat was a neat choker, and her hair had been curled into a bouncy mane of rich red.

“Quite frankly… I’m disappointed in every single one of you.” She sighed, stepping slowly up to the first in the line and reaching out with a single gloved hand. Lady Benezia T’soni trembled as Shepard caressed her crest, strong fingers sliding around the elegant curve of her tendrils, down her cheek before brushing her lower lip with her thumb. “How long have we been having these little sessions, Benezia? You and your lovely wife here to satisfy your most base desires, leaving that sweet young daughter alone for hours and hours? What terrible parents you are, what needy… silly… sluts, coming here to pleasure yourselves instead of taking care of her.”

She tutted and delivered a sharp, playful slap to Benezia’s blushing cheek. As the matriarch blushed, she chuckled and moved on, eyes flashing as Aethyta strained defiantly in the neat, knotted ropes binding her. Unlike her bride, Aethyta still harboured the delusion she had an ounce of power in Shepard’s little sanctum on the Presidium and defied her quite often. She clicked her tongue and stooped, tapping Aethyta’s chin with the thick leather coil of her whip.

“She’s quite beautiful though, your Liara… perhaps I might invite her to dinner one day, see for myself if your selfishness has rubbed off on her or not?” Aethyta growled, earning a slap just like her wife.

“As for you Councillor… well, what can I say? The most powerful woman in the galaxy coming crawling to me, begging to be defiled like some omegan slut? I don’t think I’ve ever had such a wretched client, certainly not one who enjoyed being revealed to be nothing more than a stupid, wanton whore.” Shepard growled, taking Councillor Thea Tevos by her scalp and yanking her head back. The Councillor whimpered into her gag, tears sparkling in her startling violet eyes. Shepard bit back a smile at seeing the woman’s desperation, and instead spat onto her cheek. Tevos quivered as a fat, warm droplet of Shepard’s saliva oozed down her skin, her eyes squeezing shut as her chest heaved in excitement. “You are the leader of a species, the voice of billions, and yet here you come crawling to me once again, and sooner than last time if I’m not mistaken. It was only last month you last scurried here; your addiction is only getting worse.”

“Mhhhm.” Tevos groaned, staring up at Shepard with wide, pleading eyes. Shepard hissed through her teeth and shook her head, placing a foot on Tevos’s cock and pressing down firmly enough to elicit a pained whimper.

“We don’t talk when we’re gagged, do we?” Shepard tutted. Tevos jerked beneath her heel and shook her head desperately. “No, we don’t.” Shepard smirked, removing her boot and pacing towards the next in line, leaving Tevos to whimper and ooze her precum onto the dampening cushion beneath her.

“Hello Sha’ira.” Shepard smiled, almost warmly. “I see your love of playing customer for a change hasn’t lessened. How much of that fortune is left after all our lessons, hmm? I dare say I’ve made back the price I paid you for this little sanctuary of mine already.”

Sha’ira’s lashes fluttered seductively, the ball-gag between her lips moving as she sucked on it. Her back arched as Shepard inspected her, pushing out her breasts for her to admire. Shepard tutted and shook her head. “Every time we have the same conversation, the same lessons over and over again. Are you a Matriarch, or are you just another whore like the ones who come scurrying to my girls for satisfaction from the wards?”

Sha’ira hummed softly and cocked her head, eyes drifting over Shepard’s body with naked hunger. Shepard chuckled and stooped down, pinching her chin. “As… disappointing as you are, I must admit I’m fond of you, unlike these other worthless harlots.”

She stroked Sha’ira’s cheek as she strutted away, before slapping Samara sharply enough to make the proud Justicar’s head jerk to the side. “Not… like… you… Justicar.” She hissed venomously, enjoying the tears of pain welling in her icy blue eyes. “Benezia and Aethyta are simply here to blow off a little steam. Tevos is disappointing, but one can never have too much faith in a politician. Sha’ira has more than earned her little indulgences after a lifetime of service. You, on the other hand, have absolutely no excuse to come crawling to my feet begging to be degraded and humiliated like a Varren bitch in heat!”

Samara whined, her cheek bearing a dull blue mark against her pale teal skin. Her lower lip trembled, stretched out by the round gag between her teeth. A single tear leaked from her eye and trailed down her cheek to her chin. Shepard gave her a sneer and unfurled her whip, cracking it threateningly just beside Samara’s ear.

“Just look at you.” Shepard rasped, kneeling and tugging on the chain that linked the two immense orbs of her breasts together, the silver metal pulling her dark blue nipples just enough to make the Matriarch groan into her gag. “Everything you’ve had me do to you; you should be ashamed. All the wicked, sinful things you’ve begged me and mine to inflict on your worthless body, what would people think if they saw what you hide under your suit, hmm?”

For once, all the Matriarchs’ eyes were not on Shepard, instead looking at Samara with a mix of amusement and pity. Of all the Matriarchs that attended the little group-sessions she ran, Samara was the one most enticing to tease and certainly the most prolific of her customers. Shepard’s little house of pleasure had every service a person could want, ranging from simple relaxations to more expensive and exclusive services, not to mention, as Samara had made good use of, every sexual service legal in Council space.

“You are a justicar.” Shepard sighed softly, “After all this time, you are no closer to behaving like one. You keep coming back to me, you keep begging for this treatment. Why is so hard for you to behave, hmm?”

Samara slowly raised her eyes to look at Jane. There was so much shame in those lovely blue eyes, but just as much lust. Poor thing. Shepard felt more sorry for her than anything, but she would never allow herself to show that. Samara came to her to be punished, and that was the treatment she would receive, no matter Jane’s own feelings on the matter.

“Are you a Justicar, or are you a whore, Samara?” she asked. “I won’t allow you to be both, not here. So, you’d best make a decision.”

Samara bowed her head submissively, mighty bosom heaving as she sobbed for breath behind her gag. Jane pursed her lips and caressed one plump tit for an instant before standing and growling. “Hmmf, whore it is then. You should be thankful for my discretion, it’s only thanks to me keeping my silence that you remain free to live your little façade.”

“And that brings us to our newest guest.” She said, forcing herself to speak with a bright, casual tone. “You haven’t had time to meet The Queen of Omega yet, ladies. Though you certainly will know Aria’s reputation.”

She stopped and grinned down at the purple matriarch. Aria raised a brow, unimpressed. The self-appointed mistress of Omega had enjoyed three sessions with Shepard now, but this was her first group meeting. Shepard had been surprised to receive her first visit of course, but she’d gotten the measure of the aggressive matriarch over time.

“She’ll tell you herself that Omega doesn’t have a queen, no captain, no official title to its leader at all. She’d give a nice little speech about how Omega works, how it’s people function. How she is Omega.” Shepard purred, “Unfortunately, that would be made slightly less impressive due to the fact that Omega is currently bound and gagged like one of the whores she owns back home, desperate for pleasure like the prostitutes she preys on.”

Aria sniffed and rolled her eyes. Shepard chuckled, enjoying her defiance before pushing her roughly back with her foot, Aria groaning as she was bent flat at the knee, struggling helplessly to straighten up against both her position and Shepard’s stiletto. “Unlike the rest of you worthless wretches, Aria here sees our little sessions as a challenge. She’s not here to learn, she’s here to resist for the sake of resistance. She finds her pleasure in testing the strength of others, asserting dominance through refusing to submit. I thought she’d appreciate an audience for her failure today.”

Aria laughed into her gag, shifting weakly beneath Shepard’s heel. The others looked between her and Shepard with interest, all except Samara, who was still staring at her lap and her thick, throbbing cock.

Shepard smiled and stepped back, folding her hands behind her back and admiring her customers. That was quite enough preamble, it was time to get down to business. 

“We’ll all be enjoying the same pleasures before I move to your own unique requests, so I want each and every one of you to lean forwards until your nose touches the floor.” She said brightly, enjoying the shared looks of curiosity her customers gave, all of them wondering what the others had begged Shepard to do to them.

“Oh.” Shepard called over her shoulder, stooping to collect the toys for her customers. “And if any of you fall over, you will be whipped. So do take care.”

All at once, the six matriarchs leaned forwards, careful not to overbalance with their arms bound behind them and their heavy breasts weighing them down. One by one, Benezia, Aethyta, Samara and Tevos bowed to the floor. Sha’ira sighed and admired Shepard’s back for a moment before doing the same.

Aria growled and forced herself upright, her body unfolding and her eyes scowling in Shepard’s direction, she glanced at the other Matriarchs with contempt and straightened her back. Shepard turned and smirked, tutting severely.

“Defiance for its own sake.” She sighed, “Eager to show off to your new acquaintances?”

Aria sniffed dismissively. Shepard’s smile widened and she reeled back, cracking the whip sharply across Aria’s cheek. The matriarch winced, the eye opposite to the cheek open and angry. It had been a test of sorts, to make sure the pirate queen could take the punishment with no severe consequence. Aria would soon wish she’d submitted and shown how badly the strike had hurt.

The whip snapped again and Aria yelped, eyes squeezing shut as a dark purple line crossed her breast. Another strike and another bruising mark crossed the other plump purple orb. Shepard’s wrist flicked once, twice, three, four times again, until Aria’s tears finally began to overflow from her eyes and roll down her furiously blushing cheeks. Jane sighed and squatted down, pressing her palms hard against the lovely tits, squeezing and making Aria whine with discomfort.

“You’ll find I’m much less forgiving of disobedience when I have other customers to attend to, Aria.” She growled softly into the shaking Asari’s ear. “So kneel, or I’ll give these fat udders another fifty lashings… each.”

Aria shot her a contemptuous look before squeaking as Shepard pinched her nipples hard. She nodded quickly and bowed to the floor, Shepard petting her scalp soothingly. “Good girl.” She breathed. “Very well done.”

Shepard took a moment to admire her customers as they bowed, deliciously mature rears pushed out for her enjoyment, soft cheeks and wide childbearing hips yielding six perfect heart-shaped rumps, each split by a desperately aroused cock.

“Now how shall we proceed, hmm?” Shepard asked the gagged group. “Eldest to youngest? It hardly seems fair, none of you had much say in the matter. The loveliest shade of blue? Again, a touch unfair as our sweet pirate queen is a rare, rather delicious shade of violet. Should I sort you by your pretty faces, how sweet your lips are to taste? Should I choose whom I desire to keep for my own the most? Or she who I feel most repulsed by? No… no I think tonight we shall let good luck and good genetics choose for us, and we shall begin with which of you has the biggest, fattest cock.”

She knelt and stroked a hand over Aethyta’s hip, enjoying how the Matriarch’s length twitched and a thick white droplet slipped from her purple head. “Lucky you Aethyta. You get to go first.” she sighed, gently sliding two fingers into a small bowl of jelly and pressing them against the Asari’s pucker. 

Aethyta groaned into her gag as Shepard penetrated her, digits sinking to the second knuckle and curling ever so slightly in the hot, tight confines of her ass. “I wish I could say you’d earned this, but you haven’t, quite the opposite. Here you are, with me pleasuring you, when you should be being a father to your child, you should be helping her, but no.”

She took one of six wide, short black dildos and nestled it against Aethyta’s rear, using her fingers to stretch her wide before pressing it inside her slowly and deliberately. Aethyta groaned, eyes squeezing shut as she was slowly stuffed full, her cock pulsing and leaking a steady stream of pre onto her calves. “You should be ashamed.”

She patted the flat black end of the dildo and smiled, admiring how it sat in the stretched ring of Aethyta’s asshole. “So, it must be said, should you Thea.” She continued, repeating the process with the beautiful Asari councillor, the most important, respected asari in the entire galaxy. She tutted as Tevos pushed back against her as she sank the dildo as deep as it would go. “See? So desperate to be fucked, to receive pleasure like you’re owed it. The whore councillor, neglecting billions to satiate her own lust.”

Benezia was quiet and meek as she was filled, the softest of mews escaping her gagged lips as Shepard’s fingers slipped from her pucker. “Tell me Benezia, is your daughter better than you? Less selfish? Less of a neglectful whore? She’s inherited your good looks and she seems quite sweet; I truly hope you’ve raised her to be as lovely as she appears.”

Sha’ira purred as her dildo was inserted, peering back at Shepard from her place on the floor and giving her hips an enticing wiggle as Jane retreated. She earned a soft pat, but nothing more, as Shepard moved to Samara.

“Here we are, whore.” She said coldly, “Your reward for betraying everything you ever valued. Enjoy.” Samara remained stoic, her eyes staring blankly down at the floor as her asshole was stuffed and her sack gently squeezed, but Shepard could have sworn she heard a whimper as she turned to give Aria her dildo.

“I can’t help but wonder if your attitude is compensation.” She whispered playfully into Aria’s ear as she pressed the thick black rubber inside her, palm pressing flat against her. “You’re quite small for a matriarch.”

Aria growled but was cut short as Shepard flicked her sharply in the sack, replacing the growl with a dull grunt.

“There we go.” She said with a flick of her wrist, her omni-tool glowing into life and sending all six dildos buzzing into life. A chorus of whines and moans drifted from the matriarchs, their lashes fluttering and cocks pulsing with frustrated arousal as the neat steel rings kept their orgasms at bay.

She helped tug each of them upright again and paced back and forth, watching her customers closely as they trembled and moaned, the vibrators inside them massaging their sensitive insides and driving each of them to new heights of frustration. she purred, stepping around to the front, admiring how each immense manhood stood to attention from between voluptuous thighs, each one at a forty-five-degree angle from its owner’s body. Asari were naturally well-endowed, but just as with their breasts and curves, the blue-skinned beauties only developed with age. A human male averaged about six inches, a turian about seven, a maiden would be a little over eight or so, but a full developed Asari matriarch’s meat averaged just under a foot.

Size, stamina, and unmatchable potency made a Matriarch the single most impressive sexual creature among the sentient species, which was why Shepard always savoured seeing them on their knees.

Shepard toyed with a glass of wine resting on the small table beside her throne, a tall, elegant wooden thing she liked to lounge on when not teasing her partners. She sipped it thoughtfully, admiring the looks of desperate pleading in Tevos and Sha’ira’s eyes, before sighing and sitting. She touched a button on her omni-tool and the clasps holding the Matriarch’s gags snapped open.

“You will remain silent, ladies. I may need your mouths but I’ve no interest in anything you have to say.” She drawled, “Now stand up.”

The matriarchs slowly let the gags drop from their mouths like dogs returning a ball to their masters and staggered to their feet. It was sweet to see how their powerful legs shook, their painfully hard cocks straining outwards, desperate to be milked of the virile sperm churning in their balls.

“Benezia.” Shepard smiled, setting down her wine and standing. “Come closer.”

Benezia shot a nervous glance at the others before slowly padding towards her human mistress. To an outsider, it might have seemed comical to see the powerful Matriarch blush and bow her head to a young human a full head shorter than her, but there was absolutely no question about who was in charge in any of the women’s heads as Shepard reached up to stroke the Matriarch’s lip with her thumb.

“Take a seat, love.”

Benezia frowned in confusion, and then whimpered as Shepard took hold of her rod, squeezing slightly. “I said, take a seat.” Benezia quickly nodded and sank into Shepard’s throne.

“There we are, much better.” Shepard chuckled, perching on the Matriarch’s lap and stroking a hand backwards to caress her cheek. “This old chair can be so uncomfortable; I need a nice soft lap to cushion it.” Benezia groaned through her teeth as Shepard pressed against her, the human’s rear pressing down on her cock, forcing it flat against her thighs. She watched as Shepard sighed, parting her own legs and sliding herself backwards far enough that Benezia’s immense length sprung back up, promptly being trapped between Shepard’s muscular thighs. She could feel Shepard’s womanhood, slick against her shaft, the short coarse hairs that crowned the human’s cunt tickling her gently.

“Aria, come over here, I’d like your help with something.” Shepard cooed, curling a finger to the pirate queen. Aria growled but slowly stepped up to them, jerking her cock in Shepard’s direction. The human raised a neat brow and tutted. “You think you’ve earned your pleasure?” she asked softly.

“Just fucking take the ring off.” Aria hissed.

“Aria… I did say very specifically not to speak.” Shepard smiled simply, “And as I said, you’ve not even begun to earn your climax this evening.” She stood from Benezia’s lap and grabbed Aria by the back of the head, shoving her roughly to her knees and taking her by the throat with her free hand. Aria gasped in surprise as she was choked, her face forced down to Benezia’s lap and slapped on each cheek with the Matriarch’s cock.

“Wh… what are you doing?” she spluttered, cheeks burning.

“Benezia here is a favourite toy of mine.” Shepard whispered. “So you are going to put that mouth of yours to good use getting her cock nice and wet and slippery, ready to ram into your tight little hole.”

“N… no.” Aria growled defiantly. Shepard tutted and shook her head.

“Alright then, if you won’t do it by yourself. I shall have to make you.”

Aria growled and moved to try and defend herself from whatever Shepard had planned, but the human was faster. The pirate queen yelped as Shepard grabbed the thick rubber plug nestled in her colon and yanked it sharply. “Ah!” she slipped and fell awkwardly against Benezia’s knees, wriggling as Shepard grabbed her by the back of the head, keeping her pinned as she sawed the fat dildo into her asshole.

“S… stop it!” she whined, “That hurts you fucking cunt!”

Shepard chuckled and continued to pound Aria’s ass, her poor purple pucker was just barely used to the gentle probing Shepard had given it in their previous sessions, a proper assraping was well beyond her flexibility. “Stop… stop please… I’ll obey you… just stop!” she pleaded shrilly, tears sparkling in her eyes as Shepard angled the dildo, forcing the matriarch’s pucker to strain even further.

“Start taking care of Benezia.” Shepard said calmly. “And if you disobey me again, I’ll use my big dildos to ruin your cute little asshole.” Aria whimpered and reluctantly pressed against Benezia’s shaft, her lips parting and her tongue snaking out to give the long blue pole a tentative lick.

Benezia let out a quiet murmur of need, gritting her teeth as Aria began to work up and down her shaft, sharp purple eyes squeezed shut with humiliation. Shepard watched her for a while, making sure she was pleasuring Benezia sufficiently, before standing and moving to take care of the others as Aria began to gag on the matriarch’s cock.

“Ladies.” She purred, “Forgive me, I haven’t forgotten you.”

“It’s alright, madame Shepard.” Sha’ira smiled before pausing and hanging her head. “Oh… I’m… I’m sorry.”

“You should be, I ordered you to be silent.” Shepard sighed, “No matter, you’ve simply volunteered to take care of Aethyta and Tevos. Kneel down.” Sha’ira whined and obediently sank to the floor, eyeing Aethyta and Tevos’ manhoods sceptically. It was no secret that Sha’ira preferred the company of alien women with alien womanhoods, it was part of her infatuation with Shepard, still she’d serviced her fair share of cocks both Asari and otherwise in her long life, so there was nothing to fear.

“You may stop when I tell you to, until then, take care to pleasure them equally.” Shepard smiled before turning her attention to Samara. “I expect you’re wondering what I’ll do with you, whore.” She said softly, tracing a hand over the proud woman’s cheek.

Samara remained silent.

“Answer me.” Shepard growled sternly.

“Yes, Consort.” Samara breathed; her soft, serene voice laced with aching arousal.

“I was thinking of paddling your lovely behind.” Shepard said, slowly circling the disgraced justicar. “Making this lovely pale skin blush purple is always a highlight of our little visits, but that’s something for later, I think. I’ll be testing just how much you can take as well of course, so playing with that tight rump seems redundant. But I’ve had a touch of inspiration, would you like to know what I’m going to do, Whore?”

“I would, Consort.”

“I’m going to stop calling you a whore.” Shepard smiled, “And I’m going to make you one.”

Samara’s cheeks blushed dark as Shepard stopped in front of her, taking her hand and pressing a thin wafer of metal into her palm. “One credit, that’s about what a whore like you is worth.” She hissed coldly, “Now lie back, I’m going to sit on that pretty face.”

Samara whimpered and awkwardly lowered herself down, lying back and wincing as her arms were trapped beneath her. Shepard smiled at her obedience and brushed a hand through her hair, dropping down and resting herself comfortably on top of Samara’s head. Immediately the justicar began to nuzzle and devour her womanhood, drawing a soft, approving growl from Shepard’s lips as she watched the others work each other into a sexual frenzy.

“Hmmm, that’s enough dears.” She called after a while, clapping her hands together. “Come here and kneel, quick as you can.”

She grinned as Aria forced herself away from Benezia’s cock, ropes of spit and precum lacing her features and linking her to the delicious matriarch’s manhood. Benezia whimpered with need as she stood, staggering towards her, cock ready to explode at a moment’s notice. Sha’ira’s face was equally as flushed and messy, her spit and Thea and Aethyta’s excitement smearing her mouth.

The Matriarch’s knelt, the chorus of buzzing from the vibrators in their assess like a hive of bees, and waited for instructions.

“Now, that’s quite enough foreplay.” Jane said brightly. “It’s time to come to your personal pleasures. I will allow you to speak now, but only to answer my questions. You will be polite, and you will refer to me as Mistress Shepard, or I will be forced to see just how much punishment those delicious cocks can take. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, mistress Shepard.” Came the replies, voices husky and aching with arousal.

“Good girls.” Shepard purred, biting her lip and caressing Samara’s crest as the Justicar greedily worked at her. “Very good.”

She sighed and forced herself to focus. “Now, to business. Benezia, Aethyta, straighten up a little.” She twirled her wrists and two decently sized info-drones popped into existence, floating around Jane’s palm in lazy circles as the two wives rose up on their knees, thighs parted around their pulsing manhoods. Jane smiled and gently pushed the drones towards the pair.

“You asked to be teased this evening, to be edged until you can barely contain yourselves.” She purred, “I’m happy to oblige. I always enjoy an audience as it is, so having you watch as I tend to the others shall be nice for all involved.”

The two little drones circled the married couple before beeping cheerfully and advancing on their cocks, slipping over plump purple heads and sinking down until their glowing round bodies rested just above the matriarch’s balls. It was almost comical to see the little drones like shining volleyballs snug on the hard, blue cocks.

With a snap of Shepard’s fingers both drones began to pulse, constructs of light beginning to slide up and down within their glowing shells, milking Benezia and Aethyta’s cocks with gentle yet urgent strokes. Both matriarchs mewed and bit their lips as they were toyed with, their hands straining behind their backs and their eyes darting from their crotches to Jane’s domineering smile.

“Lovely, now for the rest of you.” she purred, turning to the four remaining women trembling and panting up at her. “Who shall go first, hmm?” Sha’ira moaned softly and arched her back, jutting her hips forwards to present her pole. Shepard chuckled and caressed her predecessor’s cheek before nodding.

“Yes… you’ll do quite nicely Sha’ira.” She hummed. “I’ll need an assistant later on and you may be the only whore of this sorry collection of sluts I can trust to do the job.”

“I’d… be honoured… to serve you, Madame.” Sha’ira mewled, kissing Jane’s palm adoringly.

“You requested me to fuck your sweet little rear, I want you to crawl like the bitch you are to my toy-chest, and pick out the dildo you want me to ram into your worthless guts.”

“Yes Madame, thank you madame.” The beautiful blue woman grinned, scurrying over the floor to where Jane’s box of toys sat by her throne. It took all of Shepard’s willpower not to laugh at her enthusiasm, shuffling over the floor on her knees with her hands bound behind her back as she went. Shepard stooped and took Thea by the chin, squeezing her enough to draw a meek whimper from her lips.

“You wanted me to stroke your cock, to use my hands to make you cum.” she breathed. “Typical of a politician, scared of getting your hands dirty, getting others to do the work for you.” her hand wrapped around Tevos’ cock and gently pumping it. The Councillor nibbled her lower lip and stared up at Shepard with wide purple eyes, waiting for the inevitable turn.

“You wanted me to suck your cock. Councillor.” Jane whispered. “Do you think you’ve earned that pleasure?”

“Y… yes?” Thea said hopefully.

A sharp smack to her cheek was her answer. “Arrogant cow.” Jane growled, moving on to the last of her customers.

“Samara you wanted to be punished, Aria you neglected to request anything at all. You will wait whilst I attend to those customers who I can actually stomach to look at.” She growled, hands on her hips, enjoying Samara’s shy, humiliated gaze and Aria’s mutinous glare. “Samara, you are going to fuck Aria in whatever ways you please until she is ready to beg me to let her cum. You may use whatever supplies you like, fail, and I shall throw you out onto the street as you are and let the whole galaxy know what a whore you’ve become.”

Samara looked about ready to cry, but despite it she nodded her head and stood, whimpering as she turned her back to Shepard, who swatted her fat, round rump. “Do well, and I might just pay you an extra credit.” She teased softly, squeezing one of her plump blue cheeks before slapping her again and sending her staggering off to find the toys she needed, her cuffs unlocked with a press of a button.

“As for you.” she growled, turning back and crouching down level with Aria. “I wouldn’t want to make things too easy for you. So you’ll be wearing this.” She produced a simple ring gag and dangled it in front of the furious matriarch.

“You can’t be fucking serious.” She hissed, “I’m not wearing that!”

“You wear it, or I let the others take turns with your skinny ass until you do.” Jane smiled confidently. Aria scowled but obediently opened her mouth and allowed the stainless-steel ring to be slipped between her teeth. “Now that’s much better.” Jane chuckled, earning a growl of annoyance from the pirate and then a squawk of indignance as Shepard revealed a nose-hook as well and fitted it over Aria’s head so her nostrils were pulled back like a pig.

“Remember Aria, in here, you are nothing but a plaything.” Jane cooed softly as Aria tried to shake her head free. “I’ll do what I please to you, and you’ll like it, won’t you?”

Aria growled wordlessly, eyes flashing with fury before Jane took hold of her cock and squeezed. Tears sparkled in the purple matriarch’s eyes and she whined pleadingly, bowing her head in defeat.

“Good piggy. Enjoy your punishment.” Shepard sang, standing and accepting the dildo Sha’ira had been patiently holding in her mouth for her. It was one of the largest humanoid-model ones, maybe eight or so inches. Jane kept a wide selection of sextoys, but only the Krogan, Elcor and animalia-models were larger than the ribbed, beaded phallus caught in the consort’s teeth. “A fine choice.” She chuckled softly, enjoying the eager glint in the matriarch’s eyes before taking her by the cheek and pushing her towards where Thea was still kneeling.

She purred as Thea spread her thighs, biting her lip as Shepard advanced on her. “On your knees, councillor, beside Sha’ira.” The blushing stateswoman obeyed without a word, rolling onto her front and resting her chin on the cushion she had been sitting on. Sha’ira eagerly rested beside her, wiggling her plump ass excitedly, knocking hips with the councillor and making her blush all the darker.

“You’re much better at obeying orders than giving them, Councillor.” Shepard purred, taking hold of Tevos’ cock and squeezing the warm pole firmly. “A life as one of my submissives might be more to your liking than a career in politics. A warm bed, a peaceful life, all the lovers you desire… it certainly sounds better than endless bureaucracy and controversy.”

Thea whined and bit down on her pillow to stifle a cry of lust from even just the gentlest touch to her over-stimulated cock. Jane chuckled and swatted a round blue cheek before turning her attention to Sha’ira, her hand still pumping slowly up and down her length. “And you Consort, so eager to serve and please me, could it be that retirement isn’t suiting you? I could be persuaded to re-hire you for the right offer.”

Sha’ira giggled girlishly and spread her legs as she knelt, eager to feel Shepard’s hands on her flesh. Her lashes fluttered as Jane’s fingers, liberally lubed up, slipped into her hole, her cock jumping with excitement instantly. “Then again, taking your credits is as fun as playing with your body, so who am I to complain?”

The former consort groaned as Jane began to curl her fingers inside her, gently teasing her as she stroked up and down Tevos’ cock. She took a moment to torment them both, surveying her other customers to see that all was going as she had commanded. Benezia and Aethyta were trembling on their knees, jutting their hips forwards as their cocks were milked by the drones. Their eyes were locked on Thea and Sha’ira with rapt attention, as eager to see their pleasure as the pair were to receive it. A little way from them Aria was whimpering with ecstasy as Samara tongued her asshole. Her nipples had been clamped and her cock was wrapped tight in the Justicar’s hand, stroked hungrily as the Pirate queen mewed and drooled helplessly down her chest.

Shepard smiled and slipped her fingers from Sha’ira rear, picking up the dildo she had selected and slathering it with lube before pressing it firmly into her well-prepared pucker. “Ohhhhh Madame.” The former consort whined. “Thaaaank yoooou.”

“Pl… pleeease Mistress Shepard… don’t stop.” Thea whimpered beside her, pressing her forehead down into the pillow as Jane gently dragged her palm up and down her rod, pausing a moment to lightly pinch her plump purple head.

Shepard chuckled and obliged, matching her strokes along Thea’s cock with her pumps into Sha’ira’s asshole. Before long the matriarchs were moaning and panting desperately, trying their hardest to stifle their sobs of need by smothering themselves in the pillows.

Jane chuckled and slipped the broad, beaded dildo from Sha’ira’s winking asshole, replacing it with two fingers and gently probing her. her attention shifted to Thea, who had the cushion clenched in her teeth, her eyes rolling as she shuddered and tensed with each firm stroke of her cock. She nibbled a lip, a wicked idea coming to her, and leaned close to Sha’ira’s ear.

“May I neglect you a moment, my sweet? Giving my all to Thea will get everyone’s attention nicely.” She whispered, lips brushing sweaty blue flesh.

Sha’ira moaned and pushed back against her. “O... of course… Mistress… b… but may I please… taste your pussy as a reward?”

“Hmm, we’ll see.” Jane cooed, giving Sha’ira a squeeze before grabbing Thea tightly by the shaft. The councillor squeaked in surprise at the sudden pressure, releasing the cushion as Shepard’s arm locked around her waist, holding her in place firmly.

“M…mistress?” she managed to whimper before howling. Jane’s hands, having only moved as fast as she had been thrusting into Sha’ira’s rear, was in an instant moving as fast as humanly possible up and down her cock. Shepard’s hands were practically a blur as she jerked off the dark purple cock, black lace and sticky lube caressing asari cockmeat as fast as the human could without sacrificing her client’s pleasure.

People occasionally wondered about Jane Shepard’s past, where she had come from, how she attracted such elite clientele. A popular theory was that she was ex-military, something supported by her lean, muscular physique. The matriarch’s staring at Shepard’s biceps as she brought Thea Tevos to a howling, sobbing point of bliss could have certainly believed it. Another theory was that she was a genetically engineered superhuman, and wooed her clients with her amazing psychic abilities. The fact that Shepard laughed about these theories was enough to disprove them, and yet none of the matriarchs had ever pried into her past anyway. Their concern was pleasure, and they didn’t need to know the past of the human who could give it to them like no other.

“Haaaaah!” Thea screamed, falling onto her front and quivering. She wanted to cum, needed to cum, so badly it burned. Her cock was so painfully hard and her muscles so terribly weak she was nothing more than helpless, pulsing putty in Shepard’s hands. The ring… she both hated and loved the ring keeping her from climax in a way she hadn’t loved anything in her life before. The pleasure it brought her was immense, but in moments like these she would have chewed it off with her teeth had she been able.

Jane purred, keeping the councillor pinned with her arm and eyeing her other clients, waiting for her moment. Benezia and Aethyta were watching with rapt attention, hips bucking against the drones, arms straining against their cuffs. Sha’ira was lying on her side, gently fingering her well-fucked ass with her bound hands wedged between her legs, her sultry eyes admiring Jane’s arms. Aria was screaming into her gag, paying no attention as Samara forced her head down into the floor with one arm. The disgraced justicar was rutting into the pirate queen’s sopping cunt with desperate jerks of her pale teal hips, her face was set with a curious mixture of rage, lust and regret. Her ice-blue eyes flitted upwards, met Jane’s, and immediately dropped with an ashamed blush of her stately cheeks.

“You asked me to suck your cock, councillor.” Jane said, calmly and clearly. “Roll over, there’s a good girl.”

“Myah.” Thea whined, rolling over onto her back, her legs spreading to show off her twitching cock. Jane chuckled and pattered her fingers down the matriarch’s chest and belly before taking her cock by its ring.

“You want this so badly councillor.” Jane purred, gently toying with her, inching closer by the second. “It’s all you think about, isn’t it? Through all those meetings and all those lonely nights, it’s only ever my touch that you really want.”

“Yesss… mistress.” Thea cried, tears welling in her eyes as she trembled. “I… I want… I want you to fuck me… all the time.”

“Hmmm, and there we have it.” Jane chuckled, placing a kiss on her plump blue head. “It’s nice to hear you admit it, Councillor.”

“I… I admit it.” Thea nodded. “I… I’m a slut, a whore… I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about sex!”

“Sex with whom, I wonder?” Jane purred.

“E…everyone… m…my maid, my secretary… my security guards… at night I t… touch myself and think about being fucked… I can’t stop!”

“The nymphomaniac Councillor.” Jane tutted, “Sounds like one of those awful smut stories I find my boys reading.”

“Please… mistress… please let me cum… I’ll be your whore… whenever you want… I’ll pay you whatever you want just… just fuck me.” Thea rasped, crying with need, tears rolling over the unique white marking of her face.

Jane cooed sympathetically and brushed the tears from her face, her lips parting and slipping down over the councillor’s aching, needy cock.

The breath that escaped Thea’s lips as Jane sank down her pole was nothing short of rapturous, all her frustration and aching lust melting away with a simple touch of the human’s tongue.

Jane’s interests were as mysterious as her past, she had no obvious predilection towards males or females, no difference in skill when it took to pleasing either. Benezia and Aethyta had once asked how the human felt about being intimate with women with, what they assumed would be seen as ‘male’ genitalia. She had laughed and said, ‘best of both worlds.’

That sort of non-answer had become routine whenever Jane was questioned by her clients, interspersed with short, simple answers that invited no further prying. At the end of the day, Tevos couldn’t have cared less where Jane came from or just how much pleasure she derived herself from sucking her cock, because the pleasure rushing through her was beginning to melt her mind.

She howled and shuddered, hands straining against the smooth steel binding her wrists desperately. Jane’s lips were a perfect seal around her shaft, her teeth gently nibbling her sensitive flesh every now and again to tease her. her tongue slipped and coiled around her like a soft, wet snake.

“Please… mistress… I… wanna… I wanna...” she cried, legs shaking with spasms as Jane’s mouth slipped upwards over the twitching side of her cock. “C… Cum! Let me cum… please! I beg you… I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll be your whore j… just let me… please… let me… I want… p… please.”

Thea’s eyes rolled back as she went limp, her voice dying in her throat as Jane slowly dragged herself up and away from her. A moment passed and suddenly there was a snap. Metal parted and Thea’s cock jerked immediately. A rapturous groan of release passed the councillors lips as she fell helplessly back, limbs weak and useless and lashes fluttering with ecstasy.

Her cum, pearly, pale blue seed, jetted into the air like a geyser and fell neatly onto a wide china saucer held casually in Jane’s hand. Four, five shots of virile asari semen pumped into the air and were caught by the little plate. Jane patted her belly fondly and kissed the last few droplets of spunk from her quivering head. “Very well done, pet.”

“Thank you.” Tevos whispered.

“Now.” Jane said loudly, standing and grinning at her assembled playthings, all of whom were watching her with rapt attention, as much nervousness as arousal radiating off them as they glanced at the saucer. “We’re almost out of time my loves, so gather round, it’s time to reward all your patience.” She tapped her omni-tool twice, the sound of shackles opening joining the low moans and whimpers of the matriarchs.

The drones torturing Benezia and Aethyta lifted away from their cocks, leaving the matriarchs to pant and moan. They slowly picked themselves up and dragged their sweat-licked bodies to Jane’s feet. Sha’ira was already there, of course, beaming up at Shepard in eager anticipation, not seeming to mind at all that Thea was leaning heavily against her, struggling to stay upright at all.

Samara gingerly helped Aria along to Shepard’s boots and winced as the human smiled down at her, her pale cheeks flushed dark with shame. Aria was a mess, her burly, muscular frame dappled with sweat and purpled marks from Samara’s slaps and gropes. Her dark eyes were filled with fury at her own weakness as she bowed her head submissively to Jane’s touch, swallowing as Jane gently forced her chin up to look at her.

“Did you enjoy your playtime, piggy?” Shepard cooed teasingly. Aria murmured behind her gag and nodded slightly. “Oh, how silly of me.” Jane chuckled, unbuckling the strap and letting the spit-smeared ring fall from Aria’s purple lips. 

Aria swallowed again and rubbed her jaw, her eyes darting reproachfully to Samara, who was staring intently down at her knees. Jane cleared her throat warningly and Aria whimpered, biting her lip before forcing out her response. “Y… yes… Mistress Shepard.”

“Wonderful.” Jane purred, “Now are you ready to beg, or will you and Samara require further punishment?”

“P… please, mistress Shepard.” Aria whispered hoarsely. “please let me cum… I beg you.”

Shepard patted her fondly and crouched down to squeeze her cock. “And now an apology for being so rude.”

“I… I’m sorry… mistress… I was rude and… and… I w… won’t ever insult you again.” Aria groaned.

“There we go.” Jane smiled, turning to Samara, who trembled at Shepard’s gaze. “Well done whore, I think you’ve more than earned your pay.”

Samara sniffed and shakily extended a hand, wincing as Jane dropped two simple credit chits into her palm. “Thank you, mistress Shepard.” She whispered miserably. “You’re… too generous.”

“Hmm. How flattering.” Jane cooed, dropping a third chit into Samara’s trembling palm. “You’re certainly earning your pay.” Samara bowed her head and sniffed again.

“Now, up on your knees, all of you.”

The groaning of six matriarchs forcing their weary backs straight sounded and Shepard padded around behind them. She placed a gentle kiss on Thea’s cheek and set the saucer down in front of her. “Patience, councillor, I’ll come back to you.”

Sha’ira nibbled her lip excitedly as Jane’s hand wrapped snug around her shaft, her cockring snapping open and falling to the floor with a metallic jingle. “Are you ready, love?”

“Please… madame.” Sha’ira mewed, eying the saucer resting at her knees, an inkling as to what her beloved domme had planned coming to her mind.

Jane chuckled and kissed her cheek, stroking her cock faster and faster, enjoying how the matriarch moaned and pressed herself back against her. Sha’ira’s hot, heavy breaths tickled Jane’s ear as she pressed close to her purple blushing cheek. Her hand moved faster and faster, squeezing and twisting gently to whimpers from her prey.

“Oh Goddess, yes!” Sha’ira moaned, throwing her head back and shooting her load messily over the saucer placed before her. she let out a soft coo of delight and smiled at Jane, nuzzling against her collar and earning a soft kiss to the forehead in return.

“Enjoy that, pet?”

“You… are the most amazing human I have ever met.” Sha’ira beamed tiredly as Jane slid away from her, kissing her way over Aethyta’s broad shoulders to her nape.

“Your turn, my dear.”

“Th… thank you… consort.” Aethyta gasped, shuddering as Jane unclipped her ring and gently squeezed her pole. She leaned towards Benezia and caught her wife in a smouldering kiss before a sharp slap to one of her sweat-dappled breasts made her squeak and break away.

“Ah ah, I didn’t give you two lovebirds permission to kiss just yet.” Jane tutted, “You’ll have to wait.”

“S… sorry.” Aethyta murmured, biting her lip and groaning huskily as Jane jerked her to her climax.

A kiss to the cheek and a squeeze of a fat blue breast were her reward and then Jane was gone, pressing snug to Benezia’s back and groping her immense breasts hungrily. Aethyta felt her softening cock twitch with excitement as Benezia sucked on one of Jane’s fingers, the human’s spare hand sliding over her soft, mature belly to her throbbing erection.

“Goddess, mistress Shepard… d… don’t squeeze me so hard.” Her bride purred gently, using that soft motherly tone Aethyta knew from when Liara had still been small. Chiding, but loving, and somehow so very sexy in such a depraved situation. “I… don’t want to make a mess.”

“So considerate.” Jane chuckled, tweaking a dark nipple as she stroked back and forth. “of course, you know I’d make you lick up any mess you did make.”

“I… get the feeling… I may do so… soon… all the same.” Benezia moaned heavily, her huge breasts heaving with her laboured breaths. “Oh… oh goddess Shepard… oh goddess I’m close… ohhhhh.”

Benezia moaned as her seed poured from her cock, pearly blue splattering the fine white china. Jane gently scooped the last few droplets from her and brought her finger to Benezia’s lips. Aethyta whined, watching as her wife licked her own cum from Shepard’s fingers, her dark eyes sparkling with lust. Goddess Aethyta hadn’t seen that look in so long, part of her was envious it was Shepard who could draw it out of her, another part was just so happy to see it on her face again.

As Shepard moved on she quietly shuffled closer, nuzzling against Benezia and kissing her cheek.

“Careful, beloved.” Benezia giggled. “Mistress Shepard might just spank you if she catches you breaking her rules.”

“Hmm, worth it.” Aethyta smiled.

A few metres away, Samara swallowed nervously as Jane rested her palms over her toned belly. “Are you ready, whore?”

“I… I am ready, mistress.” Samara breathed, gasping as Jane’s hand took her cock.

“I’ll give you another credit if you put the work in.” Jane whispered, lips just millimetres away from her ear. Samara squeezed her eyes shut, cheeks burning with shame, before beginning to pump her hips forwards against Jane’s hands.

“Greedy old slut, aren’t you?” Jane chuckled in her ear, teeth gently nibbling at her crest. “I would have just taken care of you, but no… you want more money.”

“I… I do… mistress.” Samara groaned, “I’m… I’m a greedy whore. I deserve… the punishments you give me.” Jane smiled and squeezed Samara’s cock as the matriarch pumped her hips forwards desperately, her plump breasts jiggling with every jerk of the Justicar’s cock.

“There we are whore.” Shepard purred as Samara came, moaning with a despairing expression on her face, her seed landing with a soft splatting sound. “That’s what you wanted isn’t it? That’s what you betrayed every conviction you ever had for.”

“G… goddess have mercy…”

“I doubt Athame wastes her thoughts on such worthless sluts, let alone her mercy.” Jane breathed.

Samara sobbed weakly and hung her head, biting her lip to stifle herself as she shivered and oozed the last of her orgasm from the head of her fat blue cock.

“And last but not least, we have our newest playmate.” Jane said, stroking a hand over Aria’s crest, unclasping her ring with a press of a button. “Are we excited?”

Aria growled weakly before jerking her head in a vague nod. Jane laughed and pressed tight against her, soft breasts squishing against the pirate’s shoulders. “I didn’t hear an answer to my question, piggy.”

“Please.” Aria whined. “I… I said I was sorry…”

“I want to hear you beg.” Jane pouted. “One more time.”

“Please.” Aria whispered. “Please mistress.”

“There we go.”

Aria moaned as she was stroked to her own climax, Shepard’s hands dancing over her shaft until she spilled her seed. She let out a low groan as Jane left her side, glancing nervously at the five other Matriarchs knelt beside her, all panting and purring from their own orgasms.

“Now ladies… I think it’s time to end our little play session.” Jane sighed sadly, sauntering to her throne and dropping lightly into it. “So, we shall end with one last demonstration of your understanding that this is where you belong: at my feet.”

Six pairs of eyes looked at her, some understanding, some excited, some nervous.

“Clean up your mess.” Jane drawled.

All six matriarchs slowly lowered themselves to the floor, tongues slipping from their mouths and delving into their own spunk. Jane nibbled a finger, watching as the beautiful creatures lapped their seed from the china, debased slurping and moaning coming from the powerful old women as they greedily devoured their mess.

Soon enough all six saucers were bare and wet with spit. Shepard’s clients were released after kissing all of their playmates, and the session ended.

-o-o-o-

“Ladies, thanks you all so much for coming, I look forward to our next session.” Shepard sighed, lounging in a comfortable chair in the lounge of her establishment. She’d slipped into a loose pink robe and was enjoying a cup of tea as casually as if just minutes before she hadn’t had six of the most powerful women in existence lapping their own cum from saucers.

“Th… thank you, Consort.” Tevos said, bowing stiffly and scurrying away. Shepard smiled, watching as she tied a silk shawl over her head in a desperate attempt to hide her identity. Aria slipped out just as quickly, cheeks still flushed as she shot one last conflicted look back at Jane.

Sha’ira gave Shepard a peck on the cheek before sighing happily. “Thank you, my love… may I return soon?” she breathed, squeezing Jane’s hands.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Shepard smiled, “Something you begged for just minutes ago” The former Consort giggled like a woman six hundred years younger and bit her lip.

“Oh, thank you Jane! You’re too good to me.”

“Hmm, nothing is too good for my best customer.” Jane chuckled.

Benezia and Aethyta lingered for a while in the soft, welcoming space that was Shepard’s aftercare suite, kissing and cuddling, still glowing with the aftermath of their climaxes. Shepard watched them with a smile, keeping Sha’ira’s face held tight to her cunt as her predecessor moaned and whined and greedily devoured her womanhood. She watched her favourite couple so closely in fact, that she almost missed Samara sneaking towards the door.

“Justicar, a moment?” she asked, quickly standing with an apologetic stroke of Sha’ira’s cheek and taking the ashamed woman’s hand. She squeezed it gently and showed a soothing smile. “Please?”

“What do you need?” Samara asked stiffly, folding her hands behind her back. “Is there an issue you require my assistance with?”

“Samara, dearest… you know we offer many services here.” Shepard smiled, her voice low and gentle. “Dance, song, massages… we could even provide you a gentler lovemaking if you desired it. All of my staff are as discrete as I am myself.”

“I am aware, why bring this up?” Samara said, brows furrowing in anticipation of Shepard’s answer.

“I will provide you whatever services you desire, but I’m worried that our current arrangement is… unhealthy.” Shepard winced, “I worry about you, dearest. This need to punish yourself for breaking your vows, torturing yourself, making me treat you like dirt… it’s not a healthy way to deal with your troubles.”

“I broke the code I swore my life to… to sate my own petty lust.” Samara breathed coldly. “I threw centuries of service away because I needed to be fucked like a whore. Do you understand that?”

“I do, Samara.” Jane sighed.

“Do you? Do you really?” Samara hissed, hugging her waist and trembling. “I didn’t break the code to save a life or protect an innocent. I didn’t throw away my ideals when it came to killing someone I thought deserved life. I didn’t… I didn’t break my code to spare my own daughter… my baby girl. I broke it… because I am a… a slut.” She was crying, Shepard reached out to comfort her, but her hand was slapped aside.

“Samara, love… stay the night.” Shepard offered, “I can relax you personally. Soothe you, hold you, whatever you need.”

“I need to be punished.” Samara said quietly. “I deserve to be punished.”

She swallowed and shook her head. “I am sorry… I… I will not return.” She turned and hurried away, wiping the tears from her eyes as she staggered out into the presidium.

“Oh, you poor sweet thing.” Shepard sighed, rubbing her brow.

“Is everything alright, Consort?” Benezia’s soft voice asked, her breath tickling Shepard’s nape.

“Ah… fine, I suppose.” Jane smiled weakly, taking Benezia’s hand and kissing it. “Thank you for this evening. You were delicious, as usual.”

“You flatter me, consort.” Benezia blushed. “I should be thanking you, all my years I have never felt like you make me.”

“Well, you’re an exceptionally lovely creature.” Shepard chuckled, leading Benezia down to the small table and settling herself again. As soon as she was down Sha’ira was against her again, kissing her way around her neatly shaven cunt before delving deep into her womanhood once again. Jane finished her tea and smiled, watching as Aethyta and Benezia pressed close, sharing their seat and sighing with contentment. “I’m pleased to see you so happy, Matriarchs.” She said with a slight hitch in her voice as Sha’ira nuzzled her pearl.

“Our marriage has never been stronger.” Benezia breathed dreamily.

“Thanks to you.” Aethyta added. “Never thought a human could make me feel this way.”

“I try.” Jane smirked, “And do give my best to Liara. As much as I tease, she is quite lovely.”

“When exactly did you meet my daughter?” Aethyta asked, eyes narrowed.

“Oh, she came by once a few weeks ago.” Shepard smiled innocently. “We chatted.”

“Is that all?”

“Matriarchs, I provide services to those who can afford them. Whomever they might be.” Jane grinned. She enjoyed Benezia’s torn expression and the rage slowly building in Aethyta before chuckling. “She enjoyed a simple massage from one of my boys and I invited her to share some tea afterwards. She’s a sweet young thing, a touch shy, but sweet.”

“That… was not funny.” Aethyta growled.

“Thyta, if Liara wanted to come here… who are we to judge?” Benezia hummed.

“Her fucking parents! We can’t have her coming to some brothel!”

“I’ll try not to take that personally.” Jane sighed. “Though it’s a touch hypocritical of you, isn’t it?”

“She’s a kid, it’s different.”

“She’s a hundred and nine.” Benezia said softly, “Most maidens her age will be working in places like this… though none as nice as yours of course, Consort.”

“You really don’t have a problem with this?” Aethyta scowled.

“I would rather our daughter had her early experiences of intimacy with someone we admire and trust.” Benezia shrugged, glancing at Jane, “It’s better than Chora’s Den.”

“And what an endorsement that is.” Jane laughed, shaking her head. She stood and kissed each of the matriarch’s cheeks one by one before stepping back. “You are welcome to come back whenever you please, alone or together, pleasing such gorgeous women never feels like work to me.”

Benezia chuckled and took her by the cheeks, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “You are a remarkable woman, Jane.”

“We’ll see you soon enough, count on it.” Aethyta smiled, bowing her head.

Shepard smiled and watched as the Matriarchs left, admiring the gorgeous sculpts of their generous rears as she petted Sha’ira’s rump. Those fat, plump asses she had all but free access to, along with any other Matriarch she pleased. She didn’t know why the older asari found her so irresistible, but her little business kept her comfortable and rich, and them horny and happy. A perfect balance to keep everyone relaxed and well-sexed.

Ultimately, what did the why matter when a Matriarch’s submission tasted so sweet?