Serena was fairly surprised at just how compliant the younger asari was with her as they bobbed and weaved through the thick crowd of people leaving Afterlife or heading towards it. Life revolved around that dance club in this part of Omega and the ‘cycles’ of the city were generally marked by the end of a work shift and a trip to probably the most dangerous dance floor in the galaxy.  Of course the taller, lithe merc kept calling her pops out of some sense of humor but the Spectre had to admit well . . . it did something for her despite the heavy taboo in asari culture about other asari let alone family. “ I could resist you. Once you’ve been water boarded and locked up in a cell for a  few days with no sleep.. even someone as fuckable as you is resistible. Not that I think I want to resist right now.” Not a word of that sentence was bullshit, it was all said matter-of-fact with the staccato base line of the now distant club serving to punctuate every word the older, darker asari said. “ And the last time I did this? Six weeks ago, it’s a game, cyan.”<br/><br/>The comments still had their intended result however and it became quite apparent as the pair walked together that the matron was becoming increasingly aroused as her mind went over all the delightful little possibilities with her lover for the evening. Maybe tie her wrists up and bend her over the table with that expensive harness of hers strapped on….maybe face down in the sheets while Serena ravaged her.  The Spectre cleared her throat as they stepped into the darker, less populated alley. A  gentle warmth was spreading up from the pit of her stomach and that gentle warmth was quickly becoming a inferno.  The purple blush on her navy cheeks was evidence enough of this and just as she was about to turn around and antagonize her little asari friend a bit she felt a chest press up against her back.<br/><br/>The hand sliding down the tight waistband of her pants and palming the toned cheek of her rear made the matron gasp just slightly, her eyes opened wide as she felt the lips brush against the skin of her ear canal and that purr of a husky, raspy voice.” Detour,h-huh? “  The shorts were  a struggle to get down though the matron was far too stunned to really fight against it. It was only the tight waistband and the soft deposit of trim fat around her hips that fought the maiden until they were pulled down just beneath her rear. Serena worked hard to keep her body in tip top condition despite her advanced age and it showed, her backside was firm and toned, the navy blue of her skin cut by the tight black boyshorts that ended just below the cheeks of her rear.<br/><br/>The teasing is met with a few quiet moans and utterances to the goddess, the matron’s fingers trying to find purchase futile in the brick construction of the wall she was pressed against. Serena was in danger of losing her game and she realized this but it just felt so good… Slowly the older asari convinced herself to wait for the turnabout until they were in her apartment and then Jindari would learn just what fair play was at the end of a –very- expensive and rather exotic toy Serena liked to refer to as her little turian. The probing finger is met by a tight ring of muscle that yields slowly but surely, causing the older asari the flush even more as the digit pressed into her rear.  Her heart skipped a beat and she rolled her hips back against Jindari’s finger, letting the finger slip in another meager few millimeters as her tight flesh squeezed down around it.<br/><br/>Mentally this was doing it for the matron and it showed, her eyes fluttering and a cute coo leaving her lips as ‘daddy’ was once more uttered. But was it the being dominated or the promise of turnabout to come that turned her on? “ I’m sure this is very right, cyan…. Are you just going to tease your elder though or are you going to…” Another low coo as she rolled her hips further back into the asari she playfully nicknamed Cyan like mothers and fathers often affectionately did for their daughters. “Or are you going to fuck me while we watch Vaenia at my apartment.” The woman’s toned rear was pressing back into Jindari’s hips, as the matron slowly rolled her hips in a circle. Might as well enjoy herself for now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>