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“Kill the asari bitch!” the batarian pirate shouted. He and his cohorts opened fire with their assault rifles, ejecting thermal clip after thermal clip. To no avail.
When she found a gap in their gunfire, Samara dropped the biotic barrier she used to shield herself and sent it hurtling back at them. The batarians cried out as they were all thrown off their feet, the five of them being slammed back against the metal wall of the building behind them. Now shaken and disoriented, the five of them were helpless as the asari justicar vaulted from cover and returned fire, killing all of them with a precise hailstorm of fire from her assault rifle.
“Find peace in the embrace of the Goddess,” Samara said calmly, coldly, surveying the corpses of the pirates.
She reloaded her rifle, the tall asari matron hearing screams off in the distance. Human screams. She sprinted off in the direction of the noises, hearing gunfire and explosions to coincide with the panic she heard coming from deeper in the colony. She had to hurry; every second she delayed meant that more innocent lives would be lost. It would be all the worse for the colonists if Morinth was somehow in league with the batarian pirates. It wouldn’t be the first time she corrupted others into doing her bidding - even to the extent of killing for her. Even if her murderous Ardat-Yakshi daughter had nothing to do with the pirate attack and that was mere coincidence, Samara would help put a stop to the raid all the same.
Of all the places Samara expected to end up in, a human colony far away from asari space was not among them. Perhaps that was why Morinth had strayed out this far to hide - because she assumed Samara wouldn’t expect Morinth to venture out into the midst of the galaxy’s newest member race.
Indeed, Samara had very little experience with or understanding of humans. It was only a few years since the First Contact War had ended and humans had joined the intergalactic community. Many asari, Samara included, had still never met one. But she had admittedly always been curious about them. Under better circumstances, she would have liked to exchange pleasantries with these colonists. Perhaps after the colony was safe, if she was fortunate. The most she’d done was exchanged a few words with the human docking officer before she went to investigate the fringes of the colony, where an asari that fit Morinth’s description had been reported in hiding.
The most she’d come up with was evidence that Morinth may have been here at one point, but she no longer saw any sign of her still being present. The batarian pirate attack came soon after, which put pay to the idea of Morinth using it as a distraction to escape off-world. Morinth had used similar diversionary tactics to evade Samara in the past, such as when she’d perverted an entire village into worshipping her, throwing their lives away in droves just to slow Samara down while Morinth made her escape. Morinth, for all her cunning and biotic potential, had never dared to face Samara in a straight fight since going on the run.
Samara ejected a thermal clip from her rifle and made haste toward the center of the colony complex. The sound of gunfire off in the distance suggested to her that the human colonists were still putting up a fight. These colonies on the fringes of the Terminus Systems had parted ways with their Alliance and thus had to fend for themselves. But valiant as their efforts were, they could not hope to fend off a well-coordinated raid from well-armed batarian slavers.
Then again, they had not accounted for her. Samara had spent many years disposing of batarian pirates and slavers during her many travels. For the people of this colony, this was likely the most calamitous incident that had ever befallen their home. For Samara, this was just her usual duty.
She came upon the colony’s central complex, scanning the area. A couple of the central buildings were in flames, but thankfully most of the colony still seemed intact. The batarians had a couple of their smaller frigates docked on one of the landing pads in the colony center.
Samara heard what sounded like a male human voice shouting, followed by the guttural barking of the batarians. As she watched, a small group of batarian slavers were dragging what appeared to be a human male behind them. The boy had a shaggy mop of brown hair, fair skin and a skinny, slender build. Despite the fact that the batarians were all taller, larger and burlier than him, he was evidently kicking up quite a fuss as they struggled to get the first of their quarry onto their slave ship.
“Let me go, damn batarians!” the boy cried out defiantly.
The batarian to his right delivered a punch to the boy’s abdomen, causing him to cry out in pain, curling up from the blow.
“Shut it, human! You’ll lose that defiance soon enough, once you experience just a week in a Hegemony slave camp.”
The boy scowled at them, his fight-or-flight instinct actually seeming to kick into higher gear as a result of the threat. Rather than cowing and submitting, the boy managed to wriggle free of the two batarians that had him in their grip. Showing surprising foolhardy bravery, he delivered an upper cut to the batarian that had punched him in the stomach, staggering the batarian and sending him back several feet. When the boy tried to make a run for it, another batarian grabbed him from behind and threw him to the ground, pointing his pistol down at the boy.
“Try that again, human whelp, and we take one of your hands.”
With the boy no longer in the line of fire, Samara made her move. She bolted out of cover with her assault rifle at the ready, letting loose a three round burst into the head of one of the batarians with pinpoint accuracy. A second batarian spun in her direction, returning fire. His shots pounded against the side of a cargo freighter that she hid behind. She rounded the corner and took another shot, piercing through the second batarian’s torso with several high-velocity slugs.
The remaining two batarians cowardly abandoned the fight and attempted to flee into their ship. Samara dropped her rifle and clenched her first, her blue body flaring up with raw, biotic power. She used her biotics to pull the two batarians down the ramp of their ship. She snapped the neck of the first and slammed the final one against the roof of his own ship after lifting him in the air with her biotics, shattering his spine and killing him.
The boy looked up at her with amazement, the boy’s mouth agape at what she’d just done. As her biotics dissipated, she turned to the boy, walking over to him. She noted that he had a couple bruises on his face, likely from the Batarians mistreating him. He flinched slightly as she approached, the young human undoubtedly shaken from his brief capture by the Batarian slavers and her subsequent display of power in dealing with them.
She reached down and offered the boy her hand. “You’re in shock. But be at peace. They cannot harm you anymore,” Samara said calmly.
He stared at her for several seconds, his green eyes wide with disbelief. Samara wondered if he’d ever even met an Asari before. Humans who ventured into Citadel space interacted with the other Council races often enough, but humans living in a remote colony like this may not have outside of what they saw on the extranet. Finally, he seemed to calm down and he accepted her hand as she pulled him to his feet.
Samara turned when she heard the screams of other humans off in the distance. This was an immediate reminder to her that whilst she’d saved one lone human boy, there was still an entire colony in need of saving from the rest of these slavers. She spun around back toward the boy.
“Stay here,” she told him firmly.
Reloading her rifle, the justicar raced off in the direction of the screams. She climbed onto a rooftop and leapt from building to building. Down below, she saw humans being herded into a large group by the batarians like animals to the slaughter. All of the human civilians were unarmed; the batarians had likely killed or disarmed any of the humans who had put up any resistance. She counted about five armed batarians around the group. She knew she would have to play this carefully to avoid innocent casualties. The moment the batarians noticed her approach, they might decide to open fire on the captive humans.
She acted quickly, using her biotics to propel herself down from the rooftop and land to the ground safely. She flared up her biotic powers, picking up the three batarians closest to her and swatting them aside like swatting away an insect. The two remaining batarians panicked and leveled their weapons at her, but she was faster. With several bursts from her rifle, she killed them both with rounds to the chest and head. The three remaining batarians she’d pushed aside returned to their feet, firing sporadically at both her and the group of human civilians. She quickly threw up a biotic energy shield to protect both herself and the humans from their gunfire before expending all of her pent-up energy in the direction of her assailants with a gasp.
Her biotics had finished the job, but had exhausted her in the process. She took several moments to catch her breath, uncharacteristically letting her guard down just enough to not notice the one remaining batarian that snuck up behind her. She had just enough time to hear the batarian activating a grenade before she spun around to point her gun at him.
Bang!
The batarian’s head exploded, but she had not been the one to fire the round. With the primed grenade a second away from going off, she had no time to wonder what had happened. She quickly pushed the dead batarian still holding the grenade away with a single biotic push, batarian’s body taking the sole brunt of the grenade explosion safely several meters in the opposite direction away from the herded humans.
With the threat neutralized, she looked to the side and saw the same scraggly human boy from earlier. He was shakily holding up a Predator pistol, his eyes wide and his skin pale from what he’d witnessed. That at least answered the question of who had shot that lone batarian in the head.
The asari justicar calmly walked up to the boy and took the gun from his hands. “Shh…calm now,” she said soothingly.
He took a deep breath, looking up into her blue face still terrified. “I…I shot him.”
Samara nodded. “You did,” she replied emphatically. “And you saved the lives of all your fellow colonists you see standing before you.” She had initially thought to reprimand the boy for not staying put like she’d instructed him to, but ultimately his intervention had been a noble act that had indeed saved the lives of innocents. Such courage should not be met with condemnation, least of all from one who strived to embody the virtues of a justicar.
She heard the sound of drive cores powering up off in the distance. Turning around, she saw the crude batarian slaver ships powering up their drive cores and lifting off. Samara nodded, satisfied that the slavers were turning tail and running, clearly deciding that this colony had become more trouble than it was worth for them, thanks largely to her intervention.
The asari Justicar stepped out into the open. The gathered humans wore different expressions ranging from shock, fear, uncertainty, sorrow and trepidation over the ordeal that they had suffered. And some of that fear and uncertainty was pointed toward her. She was an enigma to them, after all, even if she had put herself on the line to safeguard their lives. This did not bother her, however. The Code dictated that she help as the innocent and helpless, whether or not they showed gratitude in return.
“Human colonists,” she spoke loudly and with authority to the assembled humans. They turned their heads to look at her with bated breath. “You have all suffered an ordeal. Some of you may still be in shock. But it is over now. Gather your people, tend to your young and your injured, rebuild your home and strengthen your defenses. It is unlikely these slavers will return anytime soon, but you must prepare for any outcome.”
The terrified and huddled mass of colonists gradually dispersed, though one or two overcame their fear enough to finally personally thank Samara for what she’d done. As she watched them move off amongst themselves to begin to rebuild their lives, she turned around on her heel, intending to return to her ship and depart. There was nothing left for her here, after all.
Instead, the asari matron found the human boy standing in front of her again, his hands folded before him as he stared up at her expectantly.
She put her hands on her shapely hips. “You still follow me, young one. You’re free now. Do you not have a family to return to?”
The boy frowned. “I have an uncle on the other side of the colony. But I’d…rather not return home just yet.”
Samara was not about to ask him to elaborate. Given her own complicated history with family, she picked up on the fact that there was tension between him and this uncle. And she dare not ask after his parents as she already suspected what his answer would be.
They were interrupted by a rumble off in the distance. Looking up, Samara and the boy saw stormclouds forming overhead. No doubt the colony would be a deluge soon.
She turned back to the boy. “Do you have shelter from the storm, young one?”
He nodded. “I…yes…just outside the colony.”
“Show me,” she said calmly.
He nodded, hastily leading her along past the scorched colony buildings until the industrial development structures became scarcer and scarcer. Soon enough they were on the outskirts near the edge of the woods outside the colony complex. There were a couple small, lone pre-fab structures that sat in seclusion. The boy took Samara by the hand, much to her surprise, and led her up the walkway to the abandoned structure. His boldness took her off guard; she supposed that humans had such little experience with Asari in general, let alone with Justicars. If they did, this boy might be more hesitant to take her hand like that.
Samara allowed herself to be escorted inside the building by the boy nevertheless. Looking around, she saw dusty old test tubes, microscopes and other xenoscientific equipment strewn about. Much of the tech was woefully out of date by Asari standards, such tech having been upgraded and phased out by the scientists at the Serrice Academy on Thessia many centuries ago.
“What is this place?” Samara asked as he led her over to a set of couches in an adjacent room.
The brown-haired boy shook his brown mop of rain-damp hair before he answered her. “It used to be an outpost for science research and stuff.” He frowned, looking distant for a few moments. “My…parents used to work here.”
Samara detected the pain in his voice, which put pay to the idea that his mother and father were not alive any longer, as she’d already suspected previously. This did not come as a major surprise to her; in her line of work, protecting the innocent and rooting out those who would harm them, she had come across her fair share of orphans. Still, she was not about to press him on this subject unless he wanted to volunteer up more information himself.
She set down her rifle nearby in case she needed it again, though she seriously doubted that the Batarians would be coming back anytime soon. The boy meanwhile was fiddling with an old generator, his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth in concentration as he grew frustrated while fiddling with the old knobs.
“Cmon, you stupid piece of…”
He was about to give it a kick, when it suddenly activated, bathing the old room in a dim glow while providing a bit of heat.
“There we go!” the human boy beamed excitedly, looking at her.
She gave him an indulgent smile. “Well done,” Samara said. The young man deserved positive reinforcement for his efforts. Especially since she surmised that he was not getting any from this uncle that he lived with.
“Thanks.” The boy blushed, preening at her praise. He flopped down onto one of the couches in the lounge area, his eyes looking curiously over at her. She must’ve looked quite the anomaly to him, especially given the day that he and the other colonists had been having. Samara had preferred to sit herself in the center of the room cross-legged, as she often did when she would find a quiet place to meditate in between missions.
“Excuse me, erm…I’m sorry, I don’t know your name…”
She looked at him with a small smile. “My name is Samara.” The boy was polite, to be sure. “And yours?”
“Jake,” the boy replied. He rubbed the back of his neck. “If I can ask…what brought you to this planet?”
Samara looked at him. “I was hunting a dangerous fugitive, but she used the Batarian raid to elude me, as she has done before. I will pick up her trail again, sooner or later.”
He nodded, wide-eyed with wonder. “I saw what you did back there in the colony center. You were, like, amazing! Are you a soldier?”
“I am a Justicar,” Samara answered, finding his curiosity and wonder welcome. It was one thing she found a more common trait among human youth compared to the asari, based on her limited experience thus far. “We punish the wicked and protect the innocent, abiding by the Justicar Code.”
Jake looked at her like she was otherworldly, as he processed everything she’d told him. She doubted he, or most humans, could truly understand the extent of her conviction to the Justicar Code. Many Asari couldn’t even understand it. But she was certainly a marvel to him.
He had gone quiet and she opened her eyes amid her meditation to look over at him. He was rubbing the bruise on his face where the Batarian had punched him. It was likely to turn into a black eye.
“The pain will pass in time,” Samara said sympathetically, feeling an odd pang of protectiveness toward him.
He sighed. “Yeah I guess.” He perked up as he looked at her. “Has anyone…ever hit you? I can’t imagine anyone getting even a single punch in after seeing how you fought.”
She nodded. “I’ve suffered worse, believe it or not.”
“Wow, really?”
“I’ve had much time to stumble, make mistakes and obtain scars over the centuries, young one.”
There was a long lapse of silence between them, both the aged warrior and her young charge deeply curious about the other. Despite being a relative stranger to him, he seemed to be quite content in her presence though as he hummed a tune while sitting on the couch. Despite the rugged colony living and some trauma and tragedy in his life, he still seemed to have that carefree innocence of youth. It was an innocence that was worth holding onto, amid the bleakness and cruelty of the wider galaxy.
“I wish I could do more to thank you for what you did for me and the colony,” Jake said softly.
Samara looked back at him, blinking with surprise. “There is no need to thank me, Jake. I would have made the same choices either way.”
“I know, but you, like, saved my life,” he said earnestly, rubbing his wrists. “Most people would’ve just let those Batarians take me.” He looked away with a downcast expression. “My uncle would’ve probably been glad to be rid of me,” he added softly.
Samara looked at him sympathetically. “Your uncle would not know what he was letting go of then, Jake.”
Jake blushed. His eyes fell to her legs and her feet. “I know what I can do to thank you. I can…I can give you a foot rub. If you’re alright with that, I mean,” he offered shyly.
The Asari matron wondered if she’d heard him right. She looked down at her red-colored battle heels and her blue feet. Admittedly, even her mate that she had her pure-blooded children with had never given her such a sincere offer. “A foot rub?” She repeated. Samara was not easily shaken, but this offer brought a darker shade of blue to her cheeks in a way that nothing had done in many years. And it was not even a very tawdry offer. Why then did it make her feel like a maiden all over again?
“Yeah,” Jake replied with a smile. “I just feel like it would help you relax. You know, after all the fighting you did.”
Ordinarily, Samara would’ve been very suspicious over such an offer. Her duty had made her guarded against allowing anyone to get close to her, lest they use that as an opportunity to stick an omni-blade between her ribs. But there was little that a young human man like this could do. And in her short interactions with him thus far, she’d sensed no ill intent or deceit in him. She merely suspected that he craved the company of someone like her - a maternal figure that he was lacking in his life.
Given that they were stuck taking shelter during this storm anyway, it was easy enough for Samara to nod her head. “Very well, Jake. You may give me a ‘foot rub,” she said with the barest hint of a smile.
The shaggy brown-haired boy beamed as she accepted the offer, hopping up from the couch. “Ok! Erm…there’s a bed in the back room. It would be more comfortable there.”
Under other circumstances, Samara might have considered this some sort of proposition of a different variety. It had not been all that uncommon for drunken male turians or krogan in the Terminus Systems to notice her looks and proposition her in a rather uncouth manner. It was often a choice they would come to regret. Samara knew what Jake meant, however.
“I care not for comfort, but…I welcome the offer all the same,” Samara said as she followed Jake into the back room. The bed itself was simple, not particularly large or luxurious like the suites one might find on Illium, but she had never been one for luxury herself. She settled down onto the bed on her back, looking up at him at the foot of the bed as she waited for him to make the first move.
Jake got down onto his knees before her like he intended to worship her in supplication. “I suppose I will just…take these off?” he asked hesitantly. He clearly did not wish to do anything that would offend or upset the asari matron. He had seen firsthand what she was capable of, after all.
“You may,” Samara said, nodding down to her feet. Samara subtly took a breath to calm her nerves. Again she had to remind herself it was just a harmless foot rub.
Jake reached up with shaky hands to fiddle with the strap of her red battle heels. His nervousness only endeared her more to him. He slid one heel and then the other from her feet before setting them on the floor by the bed. He rubbed his hands together.
“Well…here goes nothing,” he said.
He reached down with small, shaky hands and touched his fingers to her blue feet. Samara to her credit remained still and did not flinch when she felt the boy’s hands on her sensitive soles. For someone who had been lacking the intimate touch of another for as long as she had, the aged Asari warrior received his tentative touch with relative ease.
Jake took one of her feminine feet into both of his hands and began giving firm stroking motions along her sole, gradually working his way up to her toes. She looked down to watch him and he seemed to be in deep concentration from the act, much to her amusement. Samara wondered if he took notice of the fact that she lacked any sort of callouses or other signs of roughness on her feet despite the amount of athletic activity that she engaged in frequently. Asari anatomy had always been a wonder to those unfamiliar with the all-female race.
Samara let out the barest hint of a sigh as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the foot massage. The human boy’s hands were awfully soft and his touch was surprisingly tender and relaxing. After her exploits that day, saving a colony from slavers, his perfectly firm yet tender touch was just what she had needed without realizing it. He perked up when he noticed the sweet sound that spilled from the matronly asari’s lips.
“Does that feel good, Samara?” Jake asked. There was hope in his voice, like he couldn’t bear the idea of disappointing her.
“It does, young Jake,” Samara said with a serene smile down at him. She wriggled her toes, feeling all of a sudden like an asari maiden on her carefree first date with a lover back on Thessia. As soon as the thought surfaced, she realized how tawdry it was to think of him in such a manner. He was just a human youngling, after all.
“Have you ever done this before, Jake?” Samara asked, changing the subject slightly.
Jake looked down at her feet with a blush as he kept rubbing her feet. “No I haven’t but…” He shook his head. “You’d think I’m silly if I told you.”
“There’s no need to feel ashamed. We are alone here, and as a Justicar I would never betray your trust. Tell me.”
He nodded. “I guess I just…imagined giving my mom a foot rub after she got home from a long day at work or something. It just seems like something a good son would do. I dunno.”
“I see,” Samara replied softly. The boy’s latter words were said with an emptiness that was all too familiar to her. Jake had lost his mother just as she had lost her mate and her relationship with her daughters. And as much Samara had devoted herself entirely to the Justicar code, there had always been a void in her that nothing could fill. This realization struck Samara like a biotic shockwave; Jake longed for a nurturing maternal figure just as she longed for someone to nurture once more.
More minutes passed, and Samara noted that he was still rubbing her feet, not seeming to tire of doing so. He could have stopped at any time and she would have still been satisfied with his efforts thus far. “You quite enjoy rubbing my feet, do you not, Jake?” The words were said with her usual stoicism, but there was an obvious playfulness underneath it so atypical of a Justicar.
Jake’s cheeks turned beet red. “I’m sorry, I just…you just have very pretty feet.”
Samara cocked her head at him with a smile, pursing her purple lips at him with amusement.
He turned even redder, covering his mouth with a hand as he realized what he’d just blurted out. “Sorry! That sounded so silly. What I meant was that you’re pretty…and well, all of you is pretty. Not just your feet which are pretty too…” he stammered, averting her gaze.
Samara’s heart swelled from his youthful innocence and awkwardness. It was impossible for her to react poorly to his thoughtfulness and honesty. Truth be told, Jake had endeared her to him from the moment she saw him valiantly stepping in to try to help her and the other colonists earlier that day.
When she looked down at him, the asari matron noticed for the first time that there was a tent materializing in the boy’s pants. Evidently giving her the foot rub had inspired some biological urges in the young man apart from his desire for a maternal figure. Oddly, Samara did not find herself put off by this in the slightest. It was only a natural response, and it flattered her that he found her so physically attractive despite the difference and species between them and the considerable age gap between even beyond that of a regular adult human.
A part of her still tried to talk herself out of what she was about to do. After all, her life was rife with danger and she would need to continue on her way to go after Morinth. But another part of her wanted, needed, to give this sweet human boy the tender love that he had been deprived of his whole life. Both a maternal love, and a love of a different sort.
Samara made her decision. In a rare instance for her, the Justicar Code did not take paramount importance, at least in this moment.
She withdrew her feet from his hands, and Jake looked up at her, ceasing his rambling. His eyes widened as he worried that he had done or said something wrong that had upset her. She shifted over toward him atop the bed.
“Wait, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-
Samara cut off his apology cupping his warm cheeks in her blue hands and leaning forward to press her lips against his. Jake’s eyes widened as the gorgeous Asari nearly a millennium his senior passionately kissed him. He was frozen in place at first and Samara briefly pulled her purple lips away from his soft pink ones.
“Forgive me, Jake. Would you like me to do that again?”
After merely a second of thought, Jake bobbed his shaggy head with an eager nod. “Please…!”
Samara smiled again, once more cupping his cheeks as she leaned forward and snagged his lips with hers. This time he was a bit ready for her as he closed his eyes and melted into her kiss with a boyish hum into her mouth. This kiss was far less chaste than the first one. Samara felt a passion the likes of which she hadn’t felt in centuries and the adventurousness that she only associated with maidens.
The Asari Justicar’s tongue slid out of her mouth and probed against his, seeking entry. After a moment, he let her tongue into his mouth, exploring the inside of it. She tangled her tongue with the teen boy’s and licked the roof of his mouth as he followed her lead, gradually following her efforts and reciprocating them. Soon enough, he was likewise slipping his tongue into her mouth as she eagerly allowed him to explore and learn. All while her hands stroked his skinny, boyish torso.
After some time kissing, Samara and Jake pulled away from their kiss. Jake was left panting, his face flushed with passionate teen lust. Samara for her part also had flushed cheeks, a darker shade of blue. She felt a blossoming feeling in her loins - one she hadn’t felt in so long as this young human unlocked parts of herself that she had forgotten about.
“Your first kiss, Jake?” she asked softly, brushing a thumb over his lips. He nodded shyly and she smiled. “Very good. You are a fast learner for one so young.” She looked down and saw that his throbbing hard boyhood was practically dying to get out of the confines of his pants. Samara for her part admittedly couldn’t wait any longer either. She stood up onto her feet, towering over him as she sauntered into the center of the room while he took her place on the end of the bed. His eyes followed the sway of her curvy, matronly hips, enraptured by her movements like a snakecharmer.
“I also believe that courage and good deeds should be rewarded,” Samara said with a warm smile as she looked at him over her shoulder. She turned around so that her back was turned to him. Jake watched, wide-eyed, as the asari matron reached down, slowly unzipping her red battle corset. He gulped as Samara slowly, teasingly drew the process out, his eyes fixated on the zipper slowly coming down, revealing more and more of her blue skin. She deliberately held off for a few moments on shucking off the entire outfit until it looked like he could not take it anymore before finally pulling the zipper down entirely.
The moment it came loose, her full, ample bosom came spilling out. His eyes followed her outfit falling to the ground as she used her biotics to levitate them away and placing them neatly onto a nearby shelf. She covered up her matronly swells as she turned to face him, her expression imperceptible, before finally letting hands drop to her sides, her full naked blue breasts on display before the astonished young human. She heard a sharp intake of breath from him upon seeing her breathtaking azure form.
The justicar put her hands on her hips, standing before the gaping teen male proudly and without shame. “I saw you admiring my breasts earlier, Jake.” She reached up and cupped her busty mammaries. They were practically spilling from her fingers from how full they were. As a mother of three, she had a refined, mature beauty. Her breasts were appropriately plump, whilst containing none of the sag that came with her considerable age.
His eyes were transfixed on her dark blue nipples and areolae the size of a coin, but upon hearing her, the human boy looked up at her face, blushing. “S- sorry, I-
“There is no need to be embarrassed,” Samara said soothingly. “In fact, I am quite flattered that you find an asari matron like myself so arousing.” She looked down and saw the tent in his pants. The usually-compared asari justicar could feel a heat beginning to blossom in her loins, worse than before. She could not remember the last time a male alien inspired this in her. Let alone one so young. It was so…taboo. But somehow felt so right as well. A far cry from Morinth’s predations. She had no intention of inflicting harm upon this boy. She only intended to nurture his passion, teach him about his own body and hers, share herself with him in the purest natural way that two souls could.
“Jake,” Samara said in a serious yet caring tone. He drew his eyes away from her lovely plump tits and looked up at her face, desire in his blue eyes. “Would you like to copulate with me?”
Jake barely hesitated before he was eagerly nodding his head. “God…more than anything. But I…I’ve never actually, err…”
Samara held up a hand with a small smile. “Shh…I suspected this. Do not be ashamed of your purity. I will guide you for your first time.”
She guided him down onto the end of the bed, the topless milf of an asari, slowly reaching a hand down to his crotch, brushing over the considerable lump that had formed in the boy’s pants. In a way, this was uncharted territory for her. Samara had been with males before, especially when she’d been something of a free spirit during her matron years. But her last experience with a male, or anyone, really, had been many, many years ago. She wanted to be certain that she still knew what she was doing, whilst still being the guiding maternal presence that he needed her to be.
Her long blue fingers traced over the bulge in the young human’s pants, taking hold of the zipper. She paused and looked up into his face. His eyes were wide with amazement and a tinge of nervousness as he watched her.
“May I take it out, Jake?” the Asari matron asked him, her fingers gripping the zipper between her thumb and forefinger as she waited patiently for his permission. As disappointing as it would be, if he was not completely comfortable with this, then Samara would stop in a heartbeat.
He eagerly nodded his head.
Samara gave a barely imperceptible smile, trying to keep her own excitement in check. It was unbecoming of a Justicar to let such emotions get the better of her. She slowly drew the zipper down, revealing his plain boxer briefs underneath. She gently tugged his pants down to his knees and he briefly helped her by stepping out of them. That done, she did the same with his boxer briefs, her blue fingers hooking into his waistband and slowly unveiling her prize.
When his hard member sprung out into the open, Samara could not help but let out a gasp. She had limited experience with males of the other Council races, and zero experience with humans or human males. So seeing his youthful member in the flesh was a complete novelty to her, even as old as she was. His cock was a slightly darker shade of his peach-colored skin, flushed and throbbing. He was quite larger than she was expecting for a boy of his age. She expected one on the cusp of manhood to be smaller than he was. Long, with a healthy bit of thickness and a nice curve to it as well, it was a very attractive member, the asari matron had to admit. Untouched by another, until her. The thought sent chills through her body.
Samara felt a stirring in her loins the likes of which she had not felt in a long time. Decades. Possibly centuries. She traced a finger along her boy lover’s shaft, feeling it twitch as she followed a vein up his shaft.
“Oh…oh man…” he gasped, digging his fingers into the hard ground beneath him.
For her, this experience was not only a way of rewarding the boy for his bravery in the face of adversity but also a way to satisfy her own curiosity. She doubted that many humans would be willing to expose themselves to her, but young Jake seemed eager and willing to let her explore his body. Up close and personal, she got a hands-on education of a teenaged human male’s anatomy.
She was taken aback by how sensitive he was. Even the slightest touch was enough to leave him gasping, his pale shaft twitching against her blue fingertips. Given his inexperience, he looked about ready to pop at any moment. Not that she could blame him. Indeed the millenia-old asari justicar shamefully almost felt like a virgin herself, given how long it had been since she’d last indulged with anyone.
Samara looked up into his face. “If I do anything you don’t like, tell me, and I shall stop.” He nodded his head rapidly, and Samara smiled, suspecting that he wasn’t about to tell her to stop anytime soon.
Gripping his cock at its base, Samara licked her plush purple lips and lowered her mouth down to his throbbing pink member. Deciding that she had teased the boy enough, Samara wasted no more time. The much older female opened her mouth and encased her lips around the precum-tipped pink helmet of his member.
“Ah!” Jake gasped with exquisite boyish delight as her lips sealed tightly around the most sensitive part of his cock, her tongue curling around the underside as she pulled him into her mouth.
Samara began bobbing her head, the tip of her fringe lifting up and down in the boy’s lap as she began servicing him. It had been so very long since she’d done this, but as her tongue curled around the flesh of his shaft and she took more and more of him into her mouth, the old skills came back to her. The Asari matron hollowed her cheeks, providing more suction for the sweet boy as she suckled his member with bobbing strokes, slurping and sucking him.
“Oh my god! F- feels so good, Samara!” He whimpered with pleasure.
The boy respectfully kept his hands to himself, digging into the bedsheets on either side of him. He also made no attempt to force himself deeper into her mouth, like an arrogant older male might attempt to. He was so overwhelmed with pleasure of a gorgeous female using her mouth on him that the thought likely never would have occurred to him anyway. At one point, however, he did reach up and brush his finger over the top of her asari fringe.
“Mmm,” Samara hummed around his cock. The boy likely had no way of knowing that this was a sensitive erogenous spot for some Asari. This only invigorated her to bob her head faster, harder as slurping and sucking sounds filled their lone abandoned sanctuary.
“S- Samara…I’m getting close to…!”
Samara quickly extracted her lips from his cock, her blue hand continuing to stroke his member. She suspected as a virgin that he might not last long, but she wanted to show him something else before he had his first orgasm.
As he watched with wide eyes, Samara shuffled a bit closer to him on her knees. Hefting her busty chest up, she positioned her plump blue breasts on either side of his twitching shaft, encasing it within her cleavage. She began raising and lowering her chest, sliding his cock in between the soft blue cushiony valley she’d created for him.
“Do not hold back, Jake. Release whenever you wish to,” Samara told him, her sea blue eyes never leaving his as she gave him his first ever titfuck.
Jake looked down at her, his mind blown as he watched her pleasure his boyish rod with her luscious blue breasts. Samara was not blind to the world and knew that these were one of her most prominent physical attributes, and she delighted in this rare opportunity to use them to give a deserving male pleasure beyond his wildest dreams. She raised and lowered her mature chest again and again while he huffed and let out cute whimpers and moans. She would lower her mouth down and flick her tongue at his cockhead each time it pushed upward between the soft crevice between her tits.
“Oh w- wow…I’m- I think I’m cumming!”
Samara’s eyes widened as she noticed Jake’s cockhead twitch. This single warning was all she received before the first thick, pearly white ribbon of boycum exploded out of the tip of his cock. The asari’s mouth was open in sheer surprise from the intensity of the young human’s climax as she pulled back, and the first salty rope of creamy cum was shot into her mouth. Another rope followed, and another, painting her lips, face and blue breasts and streaks of white semen. It was at least half a dozen thick ropes of seed that he’d covered her with before his orgasm finally died down.
Jake let out a relaxed sigh of bliss as she finished draining him, while Samara took stock of herself. The biotic warrior was covered in teen human baby batter. She was amazed by the volume of seed his youthful testes had produced. He was likely so backed up and without proper relief, especially at such a hormonal age. Curious, Samara scooped off some of the cum from her blue breasts and dipped two fingers into her mouth. Her tastebuds were overwhelmed with the heady, salty flavor of him. She could not say if this was the example or the exception for human males, but she immediately decided that he tasted better than any of the turians or krogan that she had been with previously in her limited experience with male aliens.
“That was…amazing, Samara!” Jake panted, a big smile adorning his face while his shaggy brown hair looked even shaggier than before.
Samara smiled as she finished devouring every last glob of warm salty cream that he’d coated her matronly blue body with. She looked down and saw that this cock was rock hard and twitching, ready for more. This sweet boy continued to surprise her. She’d never seen a refractory period that short in a male before.
She stood up onto her long legs, his face at eye level with her plump breasts. With a passionate, fiery look in her eyes, she straddled the skinny boy’s waist, helping him to remove his shirt and toss it aside.
“Are you ready, Jake?” she asked. Samara positioned herself above his reinvigorated member.
“Wait,” Jake said softly.
Her passionate lust was gone, and she feared she had betrayed his trust and done something wrong. “What is wrong, Jake?”
Jake shook his head. “Nothing. I just…want to do for you what you just did for me,” he said with a shy smile, running a hand through his shaggy mop.
Samara’s heart swelled at this selfless offer, only vindicating her desire to share herself with this young man and reward him for his courage and good nature. She nodded to him and took her place atop the bed, spreading her long blue legs open for him and bending her legs at the knees. Jake shuffled up to her on the bed and lowered his shaggy head down between her toned blue thighs. He looked up at her beseechingly.
“Please, Samara. Show me what to do. I…I want to make you feel good.”
Smiling with adoration, she stroked a hand through his hair. “Do not fear, Jake. I will guide you. And your heart will guide you. There is nothing you could do to disappoint me.”
She gently pressed his head down between her blue thighs, coaching him through all of the erogenous areas of the asari vaginal makeup. It occurred to her that this boy had likely never even seen the womanhood of a human female before, and yet here he was, getting his first ever sexual education with an Asari Justicar, no less. She used two fingers to expose her inner blueness and her plump, aroused azure lips, explaining to him where to kiss, where to lick and where to finger before letting him put that knowledge to the test.
Jake snaked his tongue out to her dripping wet blue snatch, tentatively at first. Once his appendage made contact with her sex, a shiver ran through her body. Goddess, human tongues were so soft. Again, yet another desirable trait that she was beginning to understand, contrasting sharply with the other Council races. While his cute, doe green eyes peered up at her, his tongue licked and lapped as he bobbed his head between her blue legs.
Samara sighed, letting out deep feminine moans as the Asari matron ran her fingers through his shaggy brown hair. He pursed his lips as he sucked her sensitive blue bud into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it while he fingered her sex with his pointer finger. Her moans started spilling from her mouth; in little time at all, this boy was pushing all of her buttons the likes of which she’d only previously felt with her Asari mate all those years ago.
Jake, hearing all of her increasingly loud moans from the previously stoic Justicar, pulled his mouth away from her Azure for a moment. “Samara? Am I doing anything wrong?” he asked with concern, especially as her movements became more erratic as she writhed atop his head.
She gently pressed his head back down. “You’re doing nothing wrong, Jake. Goddess, I am getting close. Don’t stop!” she panted. “G- good boy!”
Jake readily obliged her, exhilarated and encouraged by her calling him her “good boy.” He was dipping his tongue in and out of her blue cunt while flicking the tip of his tongue at her clit in short intervals. Soon enough, Samara’s mature body clenched up, tightening her thighs around the shaggy human boy’s head as she came hard. She murmured old Asari dialect that his translator would not be able to pick up, bathing his lips and tongue in her juices. His eyes widened as she filled his mouth with her clear azure femcum. She knew firsthand from personal experience with an Asari pureblood mate that the taste of an Asari was divine, sweet as ambrosia. And Jake learned this himself now as he drank her flavorful juices down with gusto. Not that she left him much choice but to drink from her cunny like it was a goblet of honey, thanks to her thighs clenched around his head.
When Samara’s orgasm came to an end, she saw that Jake’s face was covered in her juices. Even the bruise he’d sustained earlier that day from the Batarians was lost underneath the clear, sticky sheen that he now wore. Nevertheless, Jake was wearing a cocky smile. Bringing off a nearly thousand year old Asari matron with his soft, eager tongue and gentle touch had done wonders for the boy’s confidence.
Samara helped him up and eagerly planted a kiss on his lips as she straddled his lap again. She reached down and massaged his hard teen member a couple times before holding his prick steady. She settled her sex right above his pink bell-end before sinking herself down. Jake moaned lustfully with boyish enthusiasm as he lost his virginity to a beautiful Asari old enough to his mother ten times over. As she sank down, inch after inch of his shaft disappeared inside her azure love tunnel, her pussy super tight from many years without intimacy.
Once she’d acclimated to the feeling of having a male inside her once more and gave him time to compose himself, she began slowly riding him at a steady pace. Every pass of his shaft inside her, rubbed against her inner walls and every sacred nerve ending deep inside her, sending sparks of bliss through her body. It had been far too long since she’d felt this. And to be feeling it with one so young only made it even better.
Samara was letting out deep yet serene moans as she rocked herself up and down the boy’s erection. Though he was losing his virginity, in a sense, it felt like she was in the same ship. Though she was no virgin like him, it had been centuries since the last time she’d felt a male’s hard cock stroking in and out of her. And the sensation felt wonderful - like he was rubbing her insides and massaging all her sensitive spots. As he was discovering the sensation of being inside a female, she too was rediscovering what it felt like to have one inside her.
Her full breasts danced and rocked in front of Jake’s face with her bouncing movements, her athletic matronly body working atop his cock. Noticing her enticing blue tits, Jake could no longer restrain himself. He leaned forward and latched his lips to her coin-sized dark blue nipple with a hungry moan.
Samara’s eyes widened as she clutched the boy’s shaggy head to her breast. Her pussy had grown even wetter around his healthy prick inside her the moment she felt his lips on her nipple, while his fingers gently played with her other nipple. She felt a pressure building, building deep inside her.
Jake’s emerald green eyes looked up at her, and she felt his teeth delicately nibble her sensitive nubs while he looked up at her like a babe would - like her daughters once did so long ago - and Samara lost it.
“G- Goddess!” Samara suddenly let out a sharp gasp, abruptly lifting herself up from Jake’s lap. His lips detached themselves from her nipple with a wet pop and he flopped off her lap, looking up at her with surprise. The moment his erect teen cock pulled free from her tight blue cunt, an explosion of clear fluid came squirting out of the much older Asari female. Jake watched with shock and amazement as Samara desperately reached two fingers down and frigged her soaking pussy, dousing his slender, boyish chest in streak after streak of her clear fluid.
Finally she stopped, breathing heavily, her face looking flushed and her body trembling. He looked at her with concern.
“Samara?! Are you ok?! Did I hurt you?!”
Wiping a sweat from her brow, she looked down at the boy, shaking her head. “Q- quite the opposite.” She seemed to relax and regulate her breathing before looking like her stoic self again a second later. “Forgive me. It is unbecoming for a justicar to lose her composure like that.”
Jake was still gazing at her with wonderment. “What was that?”
Samara gave him a small smile. “You made me have an orgasm again, Jake.”
He gaped with amazement, looking rather proud of himself. “Oh wow. Are they always like that?”
She shook her head. “No. They are rarely that…intense.” She looked down and saw his cock still throbbing, flushed and now coated thoroughly in her juices. “A moment, Jake. Allow me a moment to just…” She took hold of his erect member and squatted over it, slowly, inexorably sliding her juicy cunt down onto it again, sheathing him inside her. This elicited a gasp again as he penetrated her once more.
“Mm…there we are,” Samara cooed serenely. She began lifting her pussy up and down his cock, building up a nice rhythm again as her inner membranes gripped his cockflesh snugly. Without missing a stroke, she continued her conversation where she left off. “As I was saying. I feel I must confess something.” She reached up and cupped her bouncing blue breasts. “My nipples are incredibly sensitive. I perhaps should have warned you of this.”
Jake looked rapturously at the hypnotizing rhythm of her voluptuous rack bouncing in front of his face, her dark blue nipples his primary focus. “Oh…I did not k- know,” Jake replied, letting out a small gasp. “I won’t do it again.”
Samara’s eyes widened, and it was only the second time - after the orgasm he’d just witnessed - when Samara seemed to lose her composure. “No!” She exclaimed louder than she probably intended. Calming down a moment later, she added, “No…you may do as you wish. I encourage it, in fact. Wanting to ensure your partner’s pleasure is laudable.”
Jake eagerly nodded, happy to do whatever was necessary to please her. He latched his lips back to nipples, sucking loudly as she clutched his head to her breast like she would a babe. Like she did with her daughters so long ago.
“Jake?”
He looked up at her, without removing his lips from her nipple. She was still gripping him inside her pussy as they held each other close, frozen for a moment.
She tilted his chin with a finger to look up at her. “Close your eyes.”
By now, he trusted her completely. And he obeyed without question, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Embrace eternity!”
At once, the Asari matron and the teen human boy’s minds melded together as one in perfect harmony. Simultaneously, a biological wonder typically known only to Asari occurred. Jake’s eyes widened as his cheeks bulged with sweet milk as he nursed from her ample blue breasts. Samara moaned from the purest feeling of relief and ecstasy, the mind meld blending together with the feeling of filling the sweet boy’s moan with her milk.
Jake, invigorated with newfound energy from drinking from her breast, suddenly left Samara gasping as he flipped her over onto her back. With a surprising skill that betrayed his inexperience, Jake spread her blue legs open and pushed himself back home inside her with one smooth thrust while she tilted her hips back up at him. It was a simultaneous push.
The teen pounded away between her legs, his skinny butt thumping and pumping between her ample blue thighs and his pelvis rubbing her clit while Samara’s moans filled the room and the rain pattered down on the research station outside. Fearing that the entire nearby colony would somehow hear them, Samara muffled her own cries of ecstasy the only way she knew how: hefting up one of her plump blue breasts and sucking one of her own nipples as Jake had just done.
As her mouth filled with the sweet flavor of her own milk, Samara’s eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned into her breast as an even stronger orgasm ripped through her near-millenium year old body. Her body actually flared up with a brief tinge of accidental biotic power from the sheer shockwaves rippling through her sex and her body. Tears of primal joy rolled down her cheeks in tandem with her own watery climax.
Her juices streaked out of her blue cunt, soaking her own lower body as well as Jake’s while he powered through, chasing his own finish in tandem with hers. He humped away at her a few more times before slamming as deep inside her as he could, blowing his load of human semen deep inside the Asari Justicar’s mature azure. Rope after hot sticky white rope of semen filled her cunt, and whilst it had no real risk of impregnating her, it was a proverbial melding of their bodies nevertheless. After the first few ropes of sticky cum were shot inside her pussy, he yanked his cock out of her and shot the latter half of his orgasm onto her blue breasts, belly, and some even reaching her face.
She didn’t know how long they were tangled up like that, in a mixture of semen, her juices and even some of her own happy tears. But when they could at last move their muscles again, Jake lifted his head up from her chest with a tired but joyful smile.
Samara lifted her ample blue hips, the boy’s cock flopping out her as he let out a relaxed sigh. A pearly white trickle of Jake’s creamy seed seeped out of her blue sex, the justicar reaching a finger down to scoop up a dollop of it. It had been many, many decades since she’d last allowed a male to ejaculate inside her, and she admitted that she rather enjoyed the sensation, and the aftermath of a breathtaking mating. Human seed leaking out of her was a first, however. She played with the dollop of semen between her fingers, noting that it was milkier than she was used to.
Looking up at Jake’s face, the handsome human youth seemed very contented, wearing a relaxed smile as he reclined his sweaty body back and continued to admire her matronly blue body. He particularly noted his cum draining out of her azure, knowing he was the one who had planted it there alongside his discarded virginity.
“How do you feel?” Samara asked softly, sitting up. She wiped her cheeks away of the tears. She still felt very emotional from what she’d just done, and shared, with Jake.
He smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. “I feel so happy, Samara.” He frowned when he noticed for the first time that she had cried, and he grew concerned. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, alarmed as he sat up.
Samara smiled and shook her head, leaning over to kiss him. He could taste himself and her on her lips. As she pulled back, she said, “Never. They are good tears, young Jake. It has been centuries since I felt such happiness.”
He beamed at her praise while Samara licked up the concoction of cum, milk and squirt that she’d doused their bodies with. He grinned boyishly when she tickled his chest and cleaned him up, the aged warrior joyously laughing along with him.
That done, Samara pulled the covers over herself and Jake. He tucked his head against her, resting his head on her blue chest. They were both utterly spent and needed the rest, while Samara began to make plans for how to bring Jake with her on her journey. It carried risks of its own - risks that she would consider and weigh in the morning.
Jake’s lips suctioned onto one of her dark blue nipples as he drank from her sweet milk once again, her green eyes gazing up at her. Samara smiled and stroked her hand through his shaggy brown hair. “My boy. My sweet, good boy,” Samara purred lovingly.
The human boy preened at her encouraging words, emboldened to keep suckling from her. She whispered sweet words of praise to him as he snuggled against her, indulging in a need that he had been deprived of for most of his life. The Asari matron likewise indulged in a long-forgotten biological need that she had not felt since she’d had her daughters, as this boy played the role of both lover and son to her.
“Drink from mommy,” Samara cooed, emphasizing the last word in a way that made his green eyes go wide with excitement and adoration. She sighed with lingering tinges of pleasure as he nursed from her greedily, drinking himself to sleep.
The two mismatched lovers thought nothing of the wider galaxy. Their thoughts only on each other as they succumbed to a much-needed rest.