An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana
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				Title: <strong>An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 20:39:07</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 20:34:45</strong>
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				The pain in his head was getting worse.<br><br>Jax Darron (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=45831.msg5182394#msg5182394) staggered to a swaying halt, but the crowd around him continued to move, buffeting him with waves of motion, with their sheer presence. Countless shades of blue wandered past with graceful disinterest; some with krogan bodyguards, clearing a path like living battering rams, others leading clusters of bobbling, waddling volus; even the odd elcor, moving with surprising grace in Illium's above-standard gravity, for all their rhinoceros bulk. The bustling, bickering, plotting, laughing street life of Nos Astra pushed him out of its path, and Jax clung onto the chrome railing at the edge of the walkway, gazing out over the cityscape while his knuckles whitened and teeth clenched.<br><br>He'd become something of a connoisseur of pain since his biotic amp had begun acting up and he'd stopped receiving regular check-ups and painkillers from the Alliance's prison docs. This flare-up had the quality of an electric nail being slowly hammered into his temple with a woman's stiletto; jagged and rusty, yet brilliant, with a tang of the erotic. White noise filled Jax's ears, and his vision wavered. His throat clenched, but his stomach was too empty to give in to nausea. Suddenly, pain metamorphosed into rage. Muscles rhythmically rippled and flexed up his torso and along his arms, the rote-trained impulses triggering his amp and the nodules of element zero that clung cancerously to his nervous system. Fractal beyond-blue flames licked along his arms and burned in a halo surrounding his fists; dark energy warped gravity into volitional knots and prepared to slam it outwards, an eruption of biotic <em>angst</em> that would scatter the mob like ninepins.<br><br>Sucking down a rasping breath, Jax made himself let go of the energy, and it faded, leaving him feeling weaker than ever, his face dappled with perspiration. Inch by tortuous inch, the pain in his skull began to ease, and the sweat trickled down his brow and into his collar. Anger and resentment lurched in his guts but began to settle; it was a holistic, comprehensive sort of grudge he bore, directed at the Alliance, the Nos Astra crowd around him, at the universe as a whole. And he knew it was destroying his life, as surely as these biotic outbursts. He knew he needed help.<br><br>He tried to relax, to let the vista calm him. Illium was by any account an astonishing planet, an endless bazaar of intrigue, excitement, danger and opulence. It was massive and sweltering, and he liked that, because it was different from the small, icy world he had been born on and escaped at the first opportunity. Jax recalled a snippet of Marlowe's <em>Dr Faustus</em>:<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, <br>And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? <br>Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.— <br>Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies... </em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Arcologies and voidscrapers tens of kilometres high glistened like diamond termite mounds in all directions. Back home, the only thing that shone like that was the glaciers. Jax craned his head up, marvelling that they did indeed seem topless, and thousands of ships – starships, Marlowe didn't see <em>that</em> one coming – flitted brightly through the hot evening sky, docking with the towers or lifting back off into space. The planet-spanning network of cities was like everything about the asari: ageless, beautiful, and gracefully asserting its superiority to the scratchings of an upstart species like humanity.<br><br>Pushing away from the railing with a sigh, he began to move again. Jax scrabbled in his pocket, and produced the coaster he'd scribbled a name and address on. <em>Mistress T'Shana, T'Shana Tower, Delphos Ward, Nos Astra</em>. He was getting close; the entrance plaza to the tower was just ahead. Anticipation warred with uncertainty as he walked through the strolling foot traffic, his eyes rising up the vertiginous elegance of the building he approached. When he'd first heard of this matriarch, Illarya T'Shana, he had expected something like a wise old grandmother, a martial arts <em>sensei</em>, or at worst a blue-assed version of one of the biotic drill instructors from brain camp. But when he'd reached Illium and started asking around, checking out the local extranet... well, he'd seen a lot more of her than he expected, alluringly yet haughtily draped across the cover of Fornax, poised with a whip on extranet billboards, cited glowingly in various 'special interest' review columns. An asari dominatrix. What the hell was he doing here?<br><br>Jax stepped out of the press and into the courtyard at the base of T'Shana Tower. Water features cooled the sultry night air, and strange, abstract dynamic sculptures morphed from cube to sphere, bobbing in their own mass effect envelopes. He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling the still air, then hurried away from the aggravating racket of the city. Through crystal-paned doors there was a desk, with an asari woman seated behind it, flanked by suggestive holo-projections of coiling whips, gleaming chains, and leather on blue flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 20:57:17</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; Juna Leshoss (http://th09.deviantart.net/fs36/PRE/f/2008/263/e/9/Asari_by_MarkGart.jpg) sat at her terminal, organizing Matriarch T’Shana’s appointments for the next few months. While her schedule was not overflowing as consorts such as, say Sha’ira on the Citadel, it was still difficult to arrange everything appropriately; sessions were long, sometimes lasting the better part of a day, and sometimes even subject to extensions or terminations. Not everyone was suited to see the Matriarch, even if they thought they were. She was an acquired taste, but a popular taste nonetheless. Juna’s organization skills, however, were quite proficient. It was one of the reasons why the Matriarch had signed her indentured servitude contract.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The doors to the lobby gently hissed open after a pleasing chime, and she looked up from the projection of her monitor. She flashed her warmest smile as a human male stepped into the foyer, stepping aside from her terminal to give him a courteous nod of her head. She wore a traditional asari gown, colored in red and trimmed with a wine-colored wrap that gave a tantalizing view her chest and navel. Around her neck was a thin, black choker, locked at her throat with a metal clasp that only Matriarch T’Shana could remove.<br><br>The idea of the foyer was to soothe and attract visitors with soft colors and beauty. The love seat and furniture across from her desk burned a deep lavender, and the large fish tank along the wall was a brighter blue than her own skin, filled with native skald and imported Thessian sunfish swimming in small schools through a myriad of colorful underwater foliage. Juna was no exception to the rule, a pretty and young Maiden of only one hundred and fifty.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Greetings, and welcome to the T’Shana Tower,” she said pleasantly. “I am Juna Leshoss, the Matriarch’s personal secretary. Do you have an appointment with her this evening, or are you here to schedule one?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 21:38:56</strong>
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				Leave it to the asari to make you feel scruffy and ungainly. Jax had been living... uncomfortably, if not rough, for a while now, though his tatty khaki coat and the blue and grey fitted coveralls he wore showed it a bit more than his body did, flecked with the dust and grime of a dozen planets and as many starships. Alliance standard-issue 'genetic bootcamp' augmentations had bolstered his natural physique, adding muscle and trimming fat. His broad shoulders were a little stooped, his fair hair a little long and lank, and his face was drawn and hollow under the clear blue eyes from lost sleep and missed meals. Next to him, the secretary was grace personified, perfectly meshed into the artistic surroundings of the foyer.<br><br>Clearing his throat raspily, he stepped forward, fishing in his pocket for the datachip that had been issued to him when he made his appointment. “Yeah. Jax Darron. I'm expected.” He offered her the chip, and glanced around the serene environs again. It was more like how he imagined an art gallery's lounge or unusually tasteful CEO's office than the waiting room for a... dominatrix.<br><br>“So, what's it like working for a... matriarch?” he asked apprehensively, looking back at Juna.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 22:08:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Juna took the chip he set on the counter, then placed it into a jack in her terminal. It ran a verification scan authenticating that an appointment had indeed been scheduled starting at this time. The information did <em>not</em>, however, specify a finish time; Matriarch T’Shana was the one who dictated when a session was over. The scan also verified payment, logging the transaction into the archive’s database, then stamped a receipt of transaction into the chip. The sum of credits was…heavy, to say the least.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His question was one she had heard before from several different races over the years that passed through the doors. “Matriarchs are esteemed leaders and advisors in our culture, Mr. Darron, and being able to serve Matriarch T’Shana is a great privilege,” she stated truthfully, offering his chip back in her palm and meeting his eyes with an alluring smile. “I have sampled many things in my youth, though none quite as exotic as T’Shana’s teachings.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pointed to the black choker around her neck, and the tiny clasp that housed a micro-scanner tuned to T’Shana’s right index finger. “When she took me under her wing, at first I thought I was being punished for the things that landed me in her service. Things that I am not proud of. I could have chosen to wear this as a symbol of humiliation, that I am owned by another, but she taught me to wear it as a symbol of pride, pride in myself and of her. Now, I dread the day when she must remove this from my neck. I do not know why you have come to seek her guidance; only that you will find what you are looking for, even if you think you do not.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She finished with that same, alluring smile, folding her hands in front of her politely. “Your appointment and transaction have all been cleared. Will there be anything else, Mr. Darron?” With one hand, she gestured to the private lift down a short hallway that was usually locked, but was now open. “If not, you may take the lift to the top floor, the penthouse suite. Matriarch T’Shana will be waiting for you.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 01:08:45</strong>
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				Heavy, to say the least. Between fines, stripped back-pay from his fine in the brig, transit costs and the Matriarch's considerable fee, Jax had been all but wiped out. And that was even after the odd spot of guard work as he wandered the Attican Traverse. A lot of merchants and travellers liked hiring biotics; maybe they thought they were all damn super-soldiers or something. He might have enough credits left for a few nights in a pod hotel, but after that... he was at the end of his rope, on the edge of the civilised galaxy.<br><br>“Huh,” the human mumbled ineloquently, following the secretary's finger as she pointed at her elegant, and elegantly collared throat. The way she spoke about her... service was strange to him. Jax couldn't imagine willingly, even proudly being enslaved like that, his natural inclinations rebelled at it, even as the idea stirred some primal curiosity in the depths of his mind.<br><br>His rough fingers picked the chip out of Juna's pale blue palm, and he met her eyes as she smiled in an interesting way. Was she flirting with him, or was that just how asari always looked? He might have been inclined to stay and find out, if he didn't have a pressing engagement.<br><br><em>You will find what you are looking for, even if you think you do not.</em> “Well, thanks,” he joked, cracking a smile at Juna. “That was certainly cryptic enough.” He nodded to Juna, and stepped past, towards the elevator. The doors glided open at his approach, opening up to a cocoon of angular silvered panels and a wide-open window that offered a view of the towerscape as it rose.<br><br>Jax folded his arms as he shot skywards, the glittering multi-hued coral reef of lights going all but unheeded. Maybe it was the elevator's mass effect field interfering with his own, or just another routine flare-up, but a cold, clear, crystalline pain crept across his frontal lobes. He swallowed a groan that rose from the pit of his stomach, closing his eyes and thumping his fist angrily against the wall.<br><br>“God... why do these things take so long?!”
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 05:28:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya T’Shana (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Illarya_T%27Shana) lounged on a sofa as a soft chime sounded from the datapad on the low glass table in front of her. She picked it up, the screen activating at the touch of her fingers. It was Juna, her secretary, sending her a page. Her next appointment had arrived: Jax Darron, a human, scheduled recently in a sudden opening in her availability. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She heard the elevator door hiss open in the outer room, and she smiled decadently to herself, setting the data pad back onto the table. Humans were so deliciously new and unpredictable. Each one was always new experience.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Her elegant body remained poised and stretched on the sleek contours of the sofa like a holo-perfect model, yet just like a predator lying in wait in its chosen hunting ground. She settled into the plush cushions of Nos Astra’s finest fabrics further, cupping her hand on her cheek, the other resting on the bare curve of her hip. Her outfit vaguely resembled those favored by asari dancers; a form fitting bodysuit so smooth and cool to the touch it almost felt like touching a thin film of water, but black with a dull shine. It hugged each an every one of her curves impossibly close.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Whereas Illium standard law prevented public indecency, inside her personal domain such laws held no sway. The body suit was crotchless, and dancers in public clubs and bars usually wore matching undergarments to preserve their modesty. Matriarch T’Shana wore nothing. Everything from the inner mid-thighs to just below her navel was pure, smooth blue, her genitalia and bare blue buttocks shamelessly visible. The halter top was cut extra low, allowing her lush, full bosom to spill out completely. It wasn’t unnatural for a Matriarch to maintain her Matron, motherly-like shape of curves and breasts, and she herself was no exception; she just chose not to hide it under robes like the advisors on Thessia.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The main penthouse reflected her own image; beautiful, chique, and mysterious. The lights were dim, casting shadows over everything, with a few choice lights producing deeper shade of colors from the furniture. The entire west wall was a window, though it could be adjusted to several levels of opacity. It currently was set to transparent, overlooking the majestic vista (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/NosAstra.jpg) of Illium’s skyline at dusk. The outside glass remained reflective and opaque, ensuring privacy from the outside world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 21:13:23</strong>
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				Darron slumped out of the elevator as it whispered to a halt at the penultimate peak of the tower, screwing his eyes shut for a moment and taking a breath of the cool, faintly perfumed air before looking around. A veil of half-darkness covered the furniture and works of art, transforming the suite into a night time landscape of hidden wonders. His gaze slid across the wide window, noting the way T'Shana Tower stood above most of its neighbours, even the building exerting a commanding presence. He followed the glowing lines of speeder traffic and bright flashes of ships plying the atmosphere for a moment, before padding cautiously out of the antechamber.<br><br>Entering the main sweep of the suite, Jax raised his voice and began: “I... <em>whoa</em>.”<br><br>Asari fashions tended towards the suggestive, what with the cleavage and navel keyholes that were so popular this season, but this garment didn't suggest. It made several bold, irrefutable statements about the wearer's confidence, beauty, and femininity (asarianity?). Jax's eyes widened, their own blue hue reflecting the exposed flesh of the thighs, the vulva, the belly and the breasts he ogled in abject amazement. He wasn't sure exactly what he'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't such a lush and shameless array of curves, draped seemingly carelessly across a couch! An erection lurched in his pants, desire both obscure and obvious aroused by the sight.<br><br>It was some time before Jax could close this hanging jaw and swallow in his dry throat, and more before he could force his eyes up to the woman's sternly beautiful face. “I guess you're Matriarch T'Shana?” he said, rather breathlessly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 22:53:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Indeed I am,” Illarya replied in a low, honey-coated purr that came from between purple lips (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Asarilips.jpg). “And you must be Jax Darron, the man whose company I will enjoy tonight.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She drank his image in slowly from the couch as he stopped just inside the living room and looked at her. A fine specimen, as she had learned over the years. Soft blond hair and blue eyes which were offset by a sturdy frame. She knew he was a soldier right away just by the way he carried himself, even if his reaction was of surprise. It was how most reacted to her initial presence; especially offworlders unused to Nos Astra’s hidden claws of vice and debauchery, and especially of a race so young to the galaxy as the humans.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a flick of her pale blue eyes and a subtle nod of her head, she gestured towards a small bar that sat against the wall. It was stocked with a small, yet diverse amount of liquors of every expected and unexpected hue. There were dull colored human liquors, some even clear, viscous green batarian ales, the bright pinks and purples of asari wine, and even a rare bottle of krogan ryncol, which sat mostly untouched. For good reason, too. There were also a few small vials of red sand, perfectly legal within the walls of her penthouse with the appropriate form filled out.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Why don’t you pour me a glass of Thessian wine and come a little closer so we can get to know each other better? You can help yourself to a drink, and there’s also some red sand as well, if you’re into it…” She offered an alluding smile. “However, there are rules that must be heeded concerning it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 00:21:17</strong>
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				If the <em>sight</em> of her stirred his libido, the <em>sound</em> of her voice finished the job. T'Shana's mellifluous, throaty tones shot down Jax's spine like hot electricity, making him suddenly and uncomfortably hard as they bypassed his brain and touched the deep, primal parts of his masculinity. He swallowed, but nonetheless managed a grin at her remark about 'enjoying' his company. “Here's hoping,” he said audaciously, stepping forward.<br><br>He glanced not-so-subtly at her lips – both pairs – until she inclined towards the wet bar. A drink? He could do that. “Sure,” Jax nodded, turning to pad across the marble floor, his boots snapping on the off-world imported stone. He squinted as he reached the bar, examining the bottles as he tried to work out which was which. The elegant glass bottle with the label in flowing asari script was a good bet, and he picked up a matching flute. The bubbles danced enticing helices as he filled it, but before bringing it back to the Matriarch Jax took a moment to doff his coat, hanging it over the back of a tall chair by the bar.<br><br>“Don't worry, I never the touch the stuff,” Jax grimaced as he walked up to the lusciously reclined figure, holding out the effervescent glass of Thessian wine. “Last thing I need is something to make my biotics go <em>more</em> haywire.” As if alerted by the mention, a stabbing pain manifested in Jax's temple, and he grunted, rubbing his brow with the heel of his hand.<br><br>Shaking his head briefly, he glanced around for a place to sit. There were other chairs flanking the couch T'Shana lay on, but he reasoned why be so formal? Jax lowered himself onto the far side of the sofa, sitting just below the asari's boots and draping his arm along the back. He turned his head, running his eyes up her legs and over the windows that exposed her assets before coming to rest on her face.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 01:00:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“A biotic, then,” she commented, lifting her hand to take the glass from him. The movement from her hip was flawless and deliberate, as if rehearsed. “How very interesting…such a young species to already harness the power of mass effect fields with nothing but the discipline of the mind. I find it fascinating.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya took a sip from the glass, watching him from behind the rim of the glass as he moved to the sofa and lowered himself to the cushions. Perhaps he considered it a bold maneuver to seat himself so close, but it could also be considered a meek one, too. Rather than confront her formally, he opted to place himself at her feet. She learned to pick up such small subtlies for hundreds of years.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The wine ran down her throat, rich and aromatic, a tangy purple that almost seemed to glow in the lighting, piquant on her tongue.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he sat down, she saw the crease that ran across his brow, as well as the grimace of his face as he massaged his skull. The occurrence was brief, however, and soon his features relaxed, then went back to drinking in her body. If he was a biotic, then the problem had already revealed itself to her. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“All who come to spend time with me come with a reason, Mr. Darron,” she said mildly, glancing away from his look to focus on swirling the wine in her flute. The movement of the purple liquid was almost hypnotic. “Some seek comfort or sex, or to experience the thrill of exotic vices, like inhaling a line of red sand off the breast of an asari matriarch. Others seek to escape, to leave the throes of an ordinary life behind: they want to lose themselves in a haze of pleasure, if only for a short time. Still others, like yourself, seek something practical, or guidance….” She turned to look back at him with her pale blue eyes. “However, they all seek the same thing.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 00:00:00</strong>
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				“Just the power of our minds and a cheap, untested chip crammed into our spines,” he agreed, somewhat bitterly. That was the nub of why he was here... asari could master their biotics through their natural control over their nervous systems, but other species needed an amp and intensive training to work the necessary nerve impulses into their very muscles. He might have been about to say something else, but his eye was caught by the rim of the glass pressing into the Matriarch's lip. The way the plush, glossy purple flesh indented under the transparent arc, the stain of wine on her mouth as she drank... Jax's jaw froze momentarily, a few millimetres open as he watched the strikingly sensual display, feeling suddenly hot under the collar.<br><br>He raised his eyebrows at some of her suggestions. <em>Sex... exotic vices... red sand on blue flesh...</em> “I... uhhh, bet they do,” he exhaled thoughtfully. He frowned, drumming his fingers on his thigh, glancing lingeringly at the shiny stiletto boot next to his leg. “What do you mean, it's all the same thing?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 01:32:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Discipline, Mr. Darron,” she stated, setting the flute on the table. “They all seek discipline. Why else would a man, or woman, abuse their body with alcohol and red sand, or to relish to feel the sting of leather on their most sensitive body parts? It is one of the primal forces that control our bodies. We subject ourselves to pain and vice to experience the pleasure and rewards that follow.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya moved from her lounge, her long, elegant body sliding gracefully into a sitting position. Only the cushions rustled against her motions, the material of her form-fitting clothes giving only the softest of whispers as it rubbed against each other. Her bare sex flashed briefly before she crossed her legs with a nearly-silent <em>swick</em>, though the motion did nothing to actually hide anything. She slid in closer to him, moving into his personal space as she rested her cheek on her other hand and smiled faintly, looking at him carefully. The large curve of her bare breasts pressed dangerously close against his chest.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For a minute, she considered him silently, her gaze flickering once down his body before returning to meet his, then breathed in. “If I had to guess, I would say I sense conflict in you. You comment about your implant makes your feelings clear. You feel pain, and as a result, anger and frustration. You want to learn control; to accept the pain of your powers, and the feelings that arise because of them.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She arched her eyebrow suggestively. “I can help you do both, if you desire…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 05:21:04</strong>
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				Amongst the many – often extremely lurid – rumours about the asari that floated around human space was that they were mind-readers. <em>If</em> telekinesis, <em>then</em> telepathy, some said. Others drew links between their neural bonding rites and the 'mind melds' of quaint, pre-FTL science fiction. Jax was a materialist and a realist, though. He knew first hand that biotics weren't some psychic power; the element zero nodules wedded to his nervous system converted bioelectricity into mass effect fields, that was Gravitics 101. But what T'Shana's words brought acutely to mind were the secretary, Juna's, words about Matriarchs being esteemed leaders and advisers. He supposed a century or two of people watching sharpened one's acumen and insight to a nano-edge.<br><br>The way he shifted made it clear that she had scored a palpable hit with her diagnosis. He squirmed the uncomfortable squirm of a man confronted with an unvarnished truth that hit close to home. Before he could answer, though, he was distracted by the sight and sound of blue flesh sliding over blue flesh as T'Shana sat up. “Hngh,” he remarked, deep in his throat, his eyes following the sway of curves intently. Matriarch and counsellor she might be, but that was a body built for something else entirely.<br><br>“Yesss,” Jax sighed at last, leaning back and resting his head against the couch's cushion. “The more I hold back, try and control myself, the more my temper frays, the worse this... this... <em>pressure</em> builds inside me, until I have to lash out or it feels like my head will crack open.” He closed his hands into brawny knots of muscle and bone until the knuckles cracked, staring at them. “I was a soldier. I went where they told me, fought when they told me, stopped when they told me. On and off, easy as flicking a switch. But now, it's like I have no... discipline.”<br><br>He glanced up at the gracefully sensuous asari woman, giving her a smile that was almost bashful, conceding her point. He swallowed dryly at her last statement and nodded. “I think... I need that.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 17:46:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya smiled, then lifted a hand to his face, tracing the edge of his jaw with just the back of a finger. Even such a small touch was unique, smooth, yet some abrasiveness from facial hair, and she had felt many humans in their short time thus far in the galactic community.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Let us begin, then,” she said. “The nights on Illium are long enough, but may pass in the blink of an eye during an eternity, if you are not careful.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the cryptic quote, she withdrew her touch and stood from the couch in a whisper of fabric. At her full height on her dagger heels, a full-grown human male or turian was eye level with her. Most human females, and some human males had to look up at her instead.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she stood, the blue flesh of her exposed buttocks fell within his vision, as did her genitals peeking out from between. Some referred to it as ‘azure’, a human word, and while the phrase wasn’t widely used, Illarya found it very befitting. The asari physiology shared much in common with that of a human woman after all, though arguably sleeker.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; She stooped slightly to retrieve the flute on the table, then drained the contents before setting it back down, each bend of her body deliberate and measured for his enjoyment. Gesturing silently for him to follow with a curl of her finger, she stepped across the penthouse floor, then up a curved staircase to the second level.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This area of the penthouse overlooked the living room, as well as the vista of Nos Astra, and was dominated by a large bed in the style of older asari decorations; so old, in fact, that by today’s standards, it might be considered ancient. It had four posters, with silk hangings that served as drapes on all four sides. The bed was done with silk, a black comforter and a lavender sheet that matched the color of her lips and fingernails.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The wall was lined with a vanity, on which sat various toys ordered neatly on black fabric. She knew some he would recognize; the whips, the crops, various restraints, silicone dildos, and clamps. There were other toys that were far more wicked, such as the spiked instruments or studded metals, but those were not used on such soft bodies of humans or asari; perhaps a turian who sought something more…painful.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya turned and sat on the foot of the bed, again crossing her legs with that <em>swick</em> that seemed to hide everything and very little at the same time. As Jax stepped after her, she considered him again, almost as if she was reading something about his actions before speaking.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Why don’t you take your clothes off, Mr. Darron?” she said, the dim lighting deepening the hue of her skin. “The path of discipline begins with submission.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 23:22:02</strong>
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				The muscles of Jax's jaw quivered at Illarya's touch, an electric reflex to the sensation, the excitement. Her nail rasped on the hint of golden stubble that grew there, and he wondered briefly what other races thought of humanity's tendency towards hirsuteness. Turians and krogan were scaly, salarians sleek and amphibious, hanar made of tenuous membranes, and asari, he could clearly see, were hairless from the intricate crests of their scalps to the apex of their thighs. Maybe the quarians or the volus sported luxuriant fur under their encounter suits, but...<br><br>Such idle musings were lost as the Matriarch stood and gestured for him to follow. Darron's pulse lurched in his throat and a tingling tremor ran through his body... anticipation, arousal... a drop of fear? He couldn't help but stare as she intentionally displayed the lushness of her curves, the blatant sexuality of her outfit, displaying every stunning aspect of her body in turn. Though there was no sense of approval-seeking in the behaviour, more like a calm knowledge of the effect she had on every non-parthenogenic species in the galaxy.<br><br>Jax rose and followed as if she had a string around her finger connected to his throat (or other anatomical region). His eyes slid down her back, drinking in the hourglass figure and aristocratic curve of her spine before fixating on her magnificent, swaying ass. They wound up the stairs, Jax paying more attention to the two blue moons fighting for orbital supremacy than the surroundings, until they reached her bed and he nearly stumbled into her as she stopped. Then he glanced around, unable to concentrate on admiring the view when one so much finer sat before him, though his gaze did linger with curiosity and apprehension on the array of toys.<br><br>“Take off my... right now?” he asked, looking back at her, before shaking his head. Stupid question – and it was only fair, as she was rather open about showing everything off... Jax reached up, undoing the clasp on the shoulder of his fitted jumpsuit, and pulling its front panel diagonally down from right shoulder to left hip. He shrugged out of the well-worn material, muscles smoothly stretching across his torso and coiling down his arms. Pale hair curled on his brawny forearms and a fuzz of the same was visible below the neckline of his singlet underneath. He pushed the jumpsuit down, revealing the sweep of his physique from broad shoulder-span to trim, well muscled waist and narrow hips. It fell the rest of the way down and gathered on the floor, and Jax shifted his balance a bit as he kicked off each boot.<br><br>He was left in tight grey singlet and matching boxer-briefs, the fabric clinging snugly to his powerful thighs and the distinct bulge he'd worn since first hearing her voice. Shuffling a little, he looked down at the Matriarch, raising his eyebrows and hooking his thumb through the waistband of his underwear, pausing for instruction or permission to continue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>17-09-2011, 23:47:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She didn’t need to clarify herself further after he realized the foolishness of his question. Illarya leaned back on her hands, relishing the smooth silk lining of the comforter on her palms and bare buttocks as he began to strip. Slowly, more and more of his soft, warm skin began to show<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He worked slowly, though not slowly enough that it displeased her. Nervous clients showed their fear and uncertainty as she sat and drank in every drop of the show; others were far too anxious, eagerly shedding their clothes in the blink of an eye thinking it would please her. Sometimes women, young asari maidens in particular, would give her a striptease, a tantalizing taste of their current occupation at some bar or club across the stars. She relished bringing those haughty ones down when they performed to substandard levels.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jax, on the other hand, moved slowly, but efficiently. Still, he hesitated when he reached the last few articles, and she caught the look on his face when he glanced around her private bedroom for the first time. Uncertainty was still there, perhaps some apprehension.as well. He was not used to this kind of treatment, but there was a rich, powerful bulge on the front of his briefs that said otherwise.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“All the way, Mr. Darron,” she purred curtly, eyeing that bulge expectantly. “I think you will be more comfortable that way.” She glanced up to meet his eyes briefly. “Unless of course you prefer that I finish the job for you…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 01:01:48</strong>
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				Jax paused a little at T'Shana's pointed yet sensual command and grinned, half to her, half to himself. “That might be fun,” he mused out loud, before adding inwardly that her way of undressing might <em>not</em> be something he'd enjoy. So he reached under the hem of his undershirt and dragged it smoothly over his head and off, much as he had done for countless physicals in the corps... though with a rather less professionally detached audience.<br><br>His heritage and hard work growing up on a new colony had laid the foundations of his physique; strong bones, fair skin, sturdy joints, symmetrical features and solid muscle. Military genemods had put the polish on, pumping up every sleek, smooth muscle group, from rounded, brawny shoulders to the lean slabs of his pectorals, long striated back muscles and the undulating ridges of his abdomen. A few marks blemished his body; the twin jagged rents of claws across one side of his chest; the circular knot where a piece of metal no larger than a grain of sand had broken his kinetic barriers and gone through his thigh faster than the speed of sound on any planet you could name; and a black stripe tattooed onto his upper arm, bisecting the letter and numeral V5.<br><br>Blond hair curled lightly in the centre of his chest and a trail of it ran down his stomach, leading to the fine patch the Matriarch saw as he pushed down his underwear. Jax grunted a little as the waistband caught on his erection, deflecting it down, but it sprung attentively back up as soon as he dropped the garment to the floor, amply proportioned and well-shaped. His cheeks were a touch red as he straightened, standing naked before the asari. It wasn't that he was unused to being undressed in front of women, <em>per se</em>, so much as he wasn't used to being looked at with quite such an analytical appetite. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 02:34:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya smiled as he stripped the rest of the way, revealing his erect reproductive organ. She thought she noticed a tinge of red entering his cheeks, a human sign of embarrassment (and in some cases anger), but it was too dim to be sure. At either rate, he held himself normally, not cowering or thrusting himself at her. Arousal stirred within her, both physically and mentally. Her sex warmed at the thought of physical pleasure, her mind yearning to weave itself with his. <em>Soon</em>, she assured herself.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You do not fail to impress me,” she complimented, rising smoothly from the edge of the bed to pace towards him, and then around him. He possessed a soldier’s build, and while it was enhanced artificially, it was out of functionality and not cosmetics. Her gaze lingered on the scars on his chest and thigh, briefly washing over the tattoo on his arm. “I would expect nothing less from Alliance training.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She stopped behind him, her arms sliding around his waist. The fabric of her suit whispered softly against his skin as she pulled herself against his back. The warm, bare lips of her sex pushed against his ass. Her breasts pressed against his back muscles, bulging into discs as the gap between them closed, and with a throaty breath, she nuzzled her cheek against his. The hint of his stubble tickled her blue cheek, and she knew she didn’t imagine that faint buzz of static between their skin; it was a common side effect of a human biotic building up background energy.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“And I see you are no stranger to pain,” she said softly, the purple curve of her lips just nibbling the crest of his ear. Her hand gently traced up his chest to the line of scars, and then drifted down to lightly prod at his thigh. “Does the thought of battle entice and excite you, Mr. Darron? Is pain something you wish to explore further?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pressed so close, he was enveloped within the heady perfume that was spritzed over her body. It was Serrice Council’s top shelf line, designed to be pleasing to the senses of multiple Council races and stimulate the erotic zones. It mingled with the neurochemicals she emitted from her skin, though they were odorless and unable to be detected. There were rude theories that claimed the pheromones seduced other species, but in reality, they only nudged the senses; no asari was potent enough to brainwash even a hanar. It was like hearing the faintest whisper, then questioning whether you had even heard it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 00:34:43</strong>
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				Jax couldn't help but grin, his cheeks crinkling and dimpling slightly as the Matriarch stood to appraise him and circle him. Embarrassment warred with flattery, and his own eyes were drawn back to the revealed lushness of her body, the feminine assets and mysterious proudly displayed. He stirred a little as she vanished from his arc of vision, turning his head to track her until she was gone, his weight shifting between his heels and the balls of his feet.<br><br>When she encircled him with her arms his body shook with a low grunt, startled... but not disagreeable. Blood surged through his loins, making his cock jump at the touch of soft blue skin around his waist, his head turning down to watch her elegant, centuries-skilled hands run over his body. “Ahm,” he articulated softly, the muscles of his round, firm butt clenching and flexing against her sex... his shoulders stretching back slightly, pressing into the fullness of her bust, his latissimus dorsi rasping against her dark nipples.<br><br>Well... this he could get used to! T'Shana's cheek brushed his, so close he could feel her jaw muscles move as she spoke. In turn, she could smell, even taste the bead of sweat that ran down his temple, and was close enough to discover the surgical mark that ran across the back of his neck, where the biotic amp had been installed. Jax flinched as her fingers touched the scars across his chest and on his thigh, more from the intimacy of the contact than any residual pain, and his cock twitched again, almost straining towards the hand on his leg.<br><br>“I... liked having a mission. A clear purpose,” he admitted breathily. “I can't say that I enjoyed being shot, cut or beaten, though. But I suppose...” he stretched his arms back, his own hands reaching to cup the Matriarch's hips, pulling her tighter against his back, enjoying the feeling of her flesh so close to his. “... that there's all the difference in the world between being shot by a batarian partisan and... other kinds of pain.” He was a little surprised at his own curiosity, at the way the Matriarch's touch, her very scent seemed to open his mind to new possibilities in his fevered imagination.<br><br>“And you can call me Jax. If you prefer,” he added, a concession to her title.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 01:45:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Very well, Jax,” Illarya said softly. “Of course, were it to my preference, I could call you any number of things fit for a man, and some not. For now, I will give you the honor of maintaining your name.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He reached back – a little boldly, perhaps – and cupped the bare curve of her hips. He had moved with respect so far, so she decided he could have the little infraction out of his own merits. He <em>did</em> concede to a more common title, and while it was a minor token of submission, it was one that deserved a little treat nonetheless. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With one last inhalation of his scent, she withdrew her body from his, gently plucking his hands away from her hips. Coolness overtook the warmth that she had felt on her chest and loins, her nipples hardening slightly. She turned on the balls of her boots, sashaying towards her vanity.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The last part of the long vanity that held so many exotic toys was devoted to restraint. Most were of soft, but worn and strong leather with simple locks and buckles. The metal on them was tempered with a hardened weave, resistant to several standard tons of stress and force, however. She allowed herself the luxury of more modern forms of restraint as well; cuffs with gravity locks or nerve stimulation probes to invoke pain against resistance, and locks that were genetically coded to open or lock on contact with her skin. None of that would be needed with Jax, however.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She picked up a series of leather straps (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/11/WristandNeckcuffs.jpg) that consisted of a set of cuffs connected by a strap, designed to restrain the arms behind the back and link them to the neck. The wide neck of a turian required other methods, but it worked quite well on humans and asari, perhaps even a stiff salarian. She brought it back to him, unbuckling the first of the hardened buckles.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Place your wrists behind you, Jax,” she said, waiting for him to comply.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her hands worked with a queer sort of softness as she slipped the cuffs onto his wrists, but they were still forceful and knowing. Within a few short seconds, she had Jax’s arms folded neatly at the small of his back, and then drew the connecting strap up his spine to slip the collar around his neck. Here, her hands paused for a moment.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I find something sensual about the neck,” she remarked, slowly beginning to tighten the collar until it was flush against his skin. “Wouldn’t you agree? So vulnerable, tender, and sensitive…susceptible to changes in pressure and tightness…though not <em>too</em> tight...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 02:20:34</strong>
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				The man gave a little rumble of frustration as Illarya's luxuriant skin was taken away from his grasp. His skin prickled a little at her words, about what she might call him, the suggestiveness making him uneasy, yet enticed all at once. Jax turned to watch her go, admiring the shape of her body with new eagerness now that he'd sampled its texture, albeit only briefly, and he took a step to follow her. Just the one, though; he paused, considering that she might want him to stay put. And he had agreed to play by her rules...<br><br>Though he had little idea how far those rules would take him.<br><br>Jax watched her select her first tool of bandage intently, a touch anxiously. Leather and metal, collar and cuffs... kinky! He grinned and followed her instruction promptly, crossing his wrists in the small of his back, the posture pulling his shoulders straight and taut, demonstrating his masculine physique nicely. She guided his arms expertly into place, sealing them in the manacles before he fully knew what was happening, and then he felt the long band of the restraint run up his spine and the collar's jaws surrounding his throat.<br><br>Jax gulped as it was locked in place, feeling the slight bite of the metal and leather as his Adam's Apple bobbed. It reminded him of the snugness of a combat hardsuit's gorget... except there wasn't the reassuring weight and solidity of the armour on the rest of his body, just cool air on naked skin and manipulative asari fingers. <br><br>He raised his jaw as T'Shana caressed his neck with the collar, and she was treated to the sight of a spasm of surprise and fear across his face as he realised his predicament. Instinctively, he pushed against the cuffs that held his arms behind his back, muscles flexing until the leather creaked, but refused to give. Where the flesh was insufficient, his brain tried to exert its other aptitudes against his confinement. Jagged flames of dark energy licked around his fingers, and the air rumbled as a biotic field gathered... then dissipated. Jax inhaled slowly, calming himself, feeling the limits of his restraint but realising that he wasn't in danger. “Yeah... vulnerable,” he agreed, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 04:15:10</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; Illarya gave a small hm of assent, eyeing the fervor that broke out across his features. Goosebumps rose along her skin as she felt him stir up his mass effect fields, but they subsided almost as suddenly as they appeared when the energy vanished. Jax, it appeared, was a little edgy, though that seemed to play into some of the frustration he was feeling. The life of a human biotic was filled with little discomforts, much like the collar that curled around his throat. Adding to the suffering would only naturally spark a response.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still, she gave a smile of satisfaction when he resisted against the bonds when his smile disappeared. There was something exhilarating about squirming skin under leather. Her motherly matron instincts were centuries behind her, and while she didn’t have the wanton lust of a maiden, the more carnal aspects of the physical world were still very appealing.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Your first instincts are that I wish you harm, Jax,” she commented, walking around him while tracing a single finger across his chest. As she did, she glanced down at his hard member, still stiff and straight. “Yet your body tells you otherwise…I sense a disconnect between your mind and body. One behaves while the other resists. One must relinquish its stance for you to achieve what you seek.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She placed her long body behind him again, once again drawing herself close, though not pressing like she had before. Her breasts only grazed the crook of his arms as she lightly placed her hands on his shoulders, steering his attention towards the vanity. Like before, however, her chin entered the crook of his shoulder, this time also nuzzling the leather collar as her sweet scent returned to envelope him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“On the far right next to the steel turian gag,” she pointed with her words. “The cane on the vanity; lift it with your biotics and hold it for me.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cane in question was a long, supple rod of lightweight metal, and it sat next to a large rubber plug with metal clasps designed to stuff and wire shut a turian’s mandibles. She could just have easily walked over and picked it up; it was a short distance away, and the cane itself was nearly weightless. But he would select it for her, and with his mind alone, even if it was clouded with the haze of arousal and anticipation of things to come.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 04:50:14</strong>
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				Being bound stirred some unpleasant memories for Jax. C-Sec had been none-to-gentle in bringing him in and holding him after that bar brawl turned mutual attempted homicide, and the Alliance MPs were scarcely better. His arms shifting against the leather straps, feeling them bite slightly into his skin, and he balled his hands into fists. On the other hand, he couldn't deny that his skin tingled and heart was pumping faster in his chest, and his erection strained as hard as ever as he felt the collar and cuffs pulling him straight. The old dislike of being manacled in a holding cell for hours melted and mixed with this new, worrying yet exciting sensation of being helpless in front of the Matriarch.<br><br>Again she moved behind him, and his neck creased around the collar as he tried to turn his head to glance back at her. His shoulder muscles flexed under her touch, and he inhaled sharply as he felt her body just, ever-so-slightly brush against his bound arms. “The cane... with my biotics?” he frowned, shaking his head. “I can't, I need my hands free to...” Did he, though? After all, the gestures biotics were trained to make weren't some magic sign; it was just a matter of making the right nerve-signal habitual. Jax closed his mouth.&nbsp; “All right...” he muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes at the cane. <br><br>“I can do this.” His right arm twitched, and T'Shana could feel the mass effect fields begin to warp around him, then crumble. <br><br>“I can...” Muscles flexed from shoulder to wrist and Jax's body twisted slightly to the side, miming a grasping motion without being able to do it. The air rippled, and some of the toys rattled a little against the vanity.<br><br>“I... <em>HAUGHHH</em>!” The man grunted savagely, his arm wrenching violently against the cuff with a creak of leather. Gravity lensed, and pulled, and a bluish haze bridged the air between him, and the cane levitated into the air and sailed towards him. Of course, Jax was a vanguard, trained to break down doors and but skulls with his mind, not for precision work, so there was some overspill, and some unnecessary roughness. The metal rod whisked through the air and struck him across the stomach, making him hiss through his teeth and drawing a pink line in the pale flesh. A dozen other implements were pulled off the table with it, including the gruesome turian mandible-spreader, a hail of gags and cuffs, and a mighty krogan dildo, double-shafted and quadruple-balled that bounced across the floor.<br><br>Jax winced, but held the biotic field enough so that the cane remained hovering, lying across his chest as the rest of the items rolled and rattled and <em>sproing</em>'d to a halt. Sweat dappled his brow, more trickled down the contours of his biceps and wrist, and he grinned despite the racket he had made.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 18:58:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At first, he vocalized his inability, but Illarya patiently held herself at his back, knowing full well that he had no choice but to accept her request. Eventually, he shook his head, and she smiled, intent on watching his effort.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The conflict of his mental strain against his physical body in trying to generate a mass effect field was almost palpable. The glowing dark energy swirled around his body, sending an electric tingle across her skin, but suddenly diminished entirely. She gave a small sigh of disappointment, then waited for him to try again. This time, he proved more successful, though he jerked and writhed against her to stimulate the habits that he leashed his ability to.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jax also proved to lack subtlety. With a grunt, the careful organization of her vanity was thrown into chaos, though he did manage to establish a field around the cane and draw it to himself, striking himself across the stomach in the process. Other toys flew as well, though they did not make it far enough, or have enough speed to cause harm to either them or the interior. Such was not always the case, and she had learned centuries ago that the submissive would act as a proper shield when testing biotics.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Impressive,” she commented as he panted and sweated. She stepped around him, taking the cane from his chest. The metal felt weightless, which it currently was within the field, but was quite light anyway. “However, the collateral is-less than impressive.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To reiterate, she focused her mind briefly, and a blue glow softly burned on her skin, much lighter than the hue of her flesh. She swept her arm broadly in the direction of the toys, though the gesture was more for theatrics, and established her own mass effect field around the fallen items, lifting them gently into the air. With a focused nudge, she tipped the field in a single direction, pushing the weightless items against the wall and clearing the floor around them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Using biotics is like having sex, Jax,” she continued as the glow around her and the objects faded. “Sometimes brute force is required, but control is also desirable. Would you lay with the woman you love, only to ravage her painfully and abuse her?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 09:41:52</strong>
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				The sweat on his body stung minutely where it trickled over the grazes on his wrists where he'd struggled against the cuffs, but otherwise Jax felt tolerable; unleashing his biotics always seemed to provide a momentary respite from the buzzing in his skull. His skin prickled as the asari gathered her own powers, and his eyes widened at her display, undeniably impressed. Multiple independent manipulations of objects of different densities, restoring each to its place with perfect precision. Definitely beyond mil-spec training.<br><br>Despite that, he couldn't resist answering that question rather cheekily. Shifting his shoulders against the 'leash' that ran between the scapulae, he met Illarya's eyes and grinned. “Maybe. If she was in to it,” he challenged.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 19:21:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Then perhaps I should take <em>you</em> as such,” she replied silkily with an arch of her brow.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In response to his cocky remark, she drew back her arm, and with a flick of the wrist snapped the cane across both cheeks of his ass with a sharp <em>thwack</em>. Jax’s ass was toned to the point where little of the flesh rolled from the impact, but such a hard, muscular surface only served to enhance the blow. The metal cane drew a hot red line, slightly off centered and slightly askew from the center of his ass.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You test the integrity of my courtesy as one might prod a sleeping Varren, Jax.” She glanced with her eyes in the direction of the vanity. Many of the dildos, some basic phalluses while some were molded to a specific species, served as strap-ons. “I could gag you, ravage you as I desire for the rest of the evening, and then turn you back to Nos Astra’s streets. There is little you can do to stop me. Is this the discipline that you seek?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Despite the warning and the strike against his ass, her voice never changed in pitch or rose in anger, nor did her facial expression change. It ran like silk against her thigh, and she let it up to him to discern whether the threat was real or not. She doubted he would take it that far; a human biotic, naked and restrained against an asari matriarch was hardly even considered a match.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 20:59:53</strong>
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				Jax rolled forward on his feet slightly as the blow came, the cold hard metal against his warm tight ass, the pain tangy and crisp. Different from a drill instructor's swagger stick, and certainly more... evocative. He gave a low noise in his throat, the muscle under one eyelid flickered, and his member jumped a little. Not a great reaction, but his insubordinate smile faded.<br><br>Turning his head slightly, feeling the collar chafe his throat he watched her stalk behind him as best he could, and followed her gaze to the toys. Turns out you didn't have to scratch an asari's soft blue exterior very hard to find the steel underneath... He grimaced at her suggestion, shifting his stance and clenching his backside instinctively at the thought, which made the fresh welt sing a high note of residual pain. She sounded as cool and sexy as ever as she delivered the threat, which only made it more believable.<br><br>“No. No... Matriarch?” he denied and queried, unsure of what name or form of address she preferred. “That's... not what I was looking for. I apologise,” he said with only the faintest hesitation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 22:21:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I thought as much,” Illarya said. She traced the cane with the tip of her finger, the metal against her skin singing softly against it as if it were a blade. Just a thin layer of icing to decorate the threat. “I take my sessions very seriously, Jax, and I would suggest that you consider your responses carefully in the future before your speak your mind. Prove to me that humanity can be as refined as the asari and not simple brutes.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She traded the cane to her other hand, stooping to run the palm of her hand over the mark almost lovingly, relishing the warmth of his body, then traded it back and stepped a pace away, squaring her feet shoulder length apart with her hand on her hip. The cane came up, tapping lightly against his ass over the afflicted line she traced just moments before.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“How do you see pain, Jax?” she asked over the taps. “Is it a means to an end, a necessary evil to enjoy the fruits of your effort, or is it something that only serves to infuriate you?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 21:27:07</strong>
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				“Refined. Okay. Sure,” Jax agreed, his fingers pressing into his palms as the restraints held them in the small of his back. He could take a beating – had taken several, many in his life – no problem, but being bound and helpless made the comparatively minor sting of the cane worse somehow. And yet, by denying him the means to protect himself it left him with no choice but to embrace the pain.<br><br>He sucked air through his nose as Illarya touched him, her delicate blue touch making the mark burn a little, yet the intimate feel of hand on his behind sending a jolt of arousal to his swollen cock. Jax shifted at the touch, the solid gluteal muscle clenching and relaxing like a half-broken colt both uneasy and comforted by its trainer's hand.<br><br><em>How do you see pain.</em> An ominous question. Maybe a leading one. The man introspected for a few moments, licking his dry lips. His shoulders twisted slightly and his waist coiled as if trying to turn towards the Matriarch, but his feet stayed but and he kept his gaze ahead. “Pain... is failure,” he said at last, answering honestly. “It means someone screwed up... that my squadmates didn't cover my flank, that someone jammed a substandard chip in my brain... that I tripped up, messed up, fucked up. It's the universe's way of telling me this isn't a game, that being careless, ambitious has consequences.”<br><br><em>Not that that had ever stopped him,</em> he mused, waiting for the next blow to fall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 22:01:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya nodded softly. “Pain can indeed represent failure,” she agreed. “It is often one of the first and most memorable teachers in the galaxy, from the smallest infant to the mightiest krogan. Pain guides and molds us.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that, she cocked back her wrist, and with a flick of her lithe arm, sent the cane across Jax’s taut ass with a hissing<em> snip</em> and stinging <em>crack</em>. The human body was so soft and tender, much like that of an asari. Despite training or hardening, there would always be somewhere she could strike to cause simple pain; the buttocks, the inner thighs, the genitals, or a female’s breasts.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“But pain is also much more than simple failure, Jax,” she continued in her same, sultry tone, adding another stroke to his ass, and then another. “To confine it to such a subjective term does not treat it with the proper respect it commands. Pain is a part of life itself: a mother gives birth in pain, the universe itself seeks to grind and erode us into dust, predators seek to hunt and slay their prey.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She paused after another stinging flick, enough to concentrate for a brief moment and generate a mass effect field around the cane. A light blue haze of dark energy formed along the shaft of the cane, emanating from her hand as she drew it back again. With the power of her mind, the cane grew heavier as its mass artificially increased. Instead of a wispy, hollow aluminum cane, it now felt as if it were made of solid iridium. Despite its new weight, however, she flicked it forward with an equally impressive speed, landing it against his ass with a much harder<em> thwack</em> that sent a ripple across the thick muscle.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The exclamation point now faded, the haze of energy vanished from the shaft of the cane, and she examined it in her hands before glancing at him. “What I see before me is a man who is controlled by pain. It shapes his life as it sees fit, and not the other way around.” She cocked her head, then turned her glance to his faintly lined ass. “Present yourself to me, Jax, to the pain, and show that you have nothing to fear from it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 23:47:08</strong>
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				She sounded like she spoke from experience. Jax wondered briefly how many years – decades – centuries – the Matriarch had spent using pain as a teacher, shaping her clients to her whims. He shivered, suddenly feeling warm despite his nakedness. That kind of experience was intimidating, but also enticing.<br><br>His thoughts were interrupted by the slicing-air hiss of the cane, and a matching cry of his own. “Hshhh!” he gasped between gritted teeth, wincing at the blow but holding still. Pain rang through his legs and back like a high-toned bell, and fire etched his skin. More lashes came and he locked his legs, ankles and shoulders, forcing himself to stay in place. The bright hot pain flared with each calmly administered strike, and he grunted with the next blow, snorted with the one after, then clenched his teeth and remained silent for the subsequent ones. The only sign of pain was a tremble that ran through his back and a flinch of the muscles under his eye with each stinging torment.<br><br>The combination of T'Shana's cruelty and seductive voice had a paradoxical effect on his body, making him so hard he felt the diamond core of his cock would burst through the velvet skin. If she looked, she would see a drop of precum glistening on the tip as he took her caning with all the stony resolve he could muster. His skull ached, but it seemed trivial, entirely tolerable compared to the sharp lines she was painting across his ass.<br><br>Jax felt the biotic field forming in the corner of his awareness, but did not understand its purpose until too late. The supermassive cane struck him, all its weight focused along the same thin edge and he staggered forward under the force of the blow, crying out in surprise and pain: “GOAAAHHH!” His feet failed him, and he slumped to one knee, almost able to feel the thick dark bruise that would be forming on his backside. Panting, the ex-soldier instinctively tried to raise a barrier to protect himself, and a cocoon of dark energy did ripple around him for a moment, but with his arms pinned and the distraction of the caning it shimmered apart in seconds.<br><br>Slowly, Jax turned his head, blond strands of hair falling across his brown as he pressed his chin to his shoulder, the collar biting his throat. <em>Pain shapes his life.</em> Well, right now it certainly did, but her words were as accurate and piercing as a stiletto. He did let himself wander, shoved and dragged by pain and rage. He was not in control. Still one one knee and with his back bent, he swallowed a breath and licked his lips. “H-how?” he asked raspily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 01:00:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jax had taken the initial blows well, which impressed Illarya to some measure. She figured it was due to his history as a soldier, a biotic one at that. The thin, light cuts didn’t work in the usual fear that another might feel, even if it was unfamiliar to him. This was the point where a client realized that she was not a simple spread on a holomagazine. When the hard, heavy stroke of the mass effect field hit, however, he had stumbled to his knee in agony, and a brief stir of energy rippled around his body.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>A barrier, maybe</em>, she mused silently to herself with a smile. His reflexes were sharp. If he could clear his mind and focus it more, he might become quite adept with his powers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya took a step forward, the long, graceful curves of her body smooth like water as she reached down and cupped his chin in the palm of her hand. It wasn’t by chance that she steered his gaze slowly across the swathe of bare, blue naked sex a mere foot away before she turned it upwards.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Present yourself to me,” she repeated patiently, stooping to bring her face closer to his so she could lock her deep gaze into his. She had heard rumors that even without bonding, she could see into the mind. Untrue, but the effect of her azure gaze was certainly strong. “I want you to stand up, like a man, and prostrate that ass like you want me to hit it. In fact, you will <em>ask</em> me to hit you. How are you to master the pain of your implant if you cannot take a simple physical beating?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her fingers left his chin in a whispering touch, taking up the handle of the cane again and tapping it softly against his ass. His member, she had noticed, had only engorged further over the passing moments. The touch and sight of her flesh, and the scent of the aphrodisiac that glossed her skin had worked him into a lust to the point where he was dripping…but perhaps the sharp bite of the cane had some effect as well. The tip of his cock was beading clear fluid, glowing a dull purple in the matching light that shrouded her bedchambers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Perhaps I should offer a reward?” she suggested mildly. “You are a soldier, after all. Impress me, Jax, as you would your superior. Show me that you are willing to face and accept pain with a clear mind, and hold your fury with it in check, and I will allow you to pleasure me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 00:49:42</strong>
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				The effect of T'Shana's proximity – the sight of her smooth blue limbs and beyond-provocative skinsuit, the scent that enflamed his desire, the combination of sensual warmth and majestic iciness that radiated from her body – was enough to make Jax momentarily forget about the tendrils of pain creeping through his bent legs and arched back. Obediently, or at least unresisting, he let his gaze be pulled upwards as she took his chin in hand. He gazed hungrily at the sapphire and azure smoothness of her sex, jaw muscles quivering slightly under her fingertips, before turning to look up past the ample swells of her breasts to her justifiably haughty face.<br><br>“There was nothing simple about <em>that</em>,” he muttered under his breath, but closed his mouth she bent over to look at him face to face. He swallowed, not exactly cowed, not exactly awed, but clearly struck by her beauty and presence – not to mention lusting, as the Matriarch could clearly see and even feel the desire crackling in his nerves without making mental contact.<br><br>Challenging his virility made him scowl, and he nodded brusquely, shifting his weight to get his feet under him. Jax rose smoothly, ignoring the sore squawks from his buttocks. Standing barefoot, he just reached the same eye-level as the statuesque Matriarch in her fearsome heels, and he held her gaze for as long as he could before turning, his biceps jostling her breast as he faced away, then pivoted down 90 degrees at the waist. His solid thigh muscles clenched, anchoring him where he stood in case she unleashed another kinetic-enhanced blow. Between his legs his manhood hung, thick and hard.<br><br>“Hi-” he began, but coughed as the choker bit into his windpipe. After a moment's struggle, he found a way to press his shoulders up and back that relieved the pressure, though it created a tension in his arms that would become unbearable itself, given time.<br><br>“Hit me,” Jax said confidently, almost daring her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 01:21:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya smiled as he obeyed, turning around to face the vista through the windows and bending over. His bravado was creeping into his movement and voice; the way he looked at her, the rough brush of his arm against her breast, but he was willing to walk the road of progress. She had challenged his ego, but rightfully so. This was her domain, her private world with her own personal rules. Several long, complex contracts and waivers courtesy of Nos Astra’s trade laws saw to that.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She stepped nearer to him, the bare panel of her hip brushing his shoulder as she placed her hand against his back, just above the fold of his restrained arms. Beneath her fingers, she felt the dampness of his skin, the sweat of stress and arousal. The cane came down lightly to touch the taught curve of his ass teasingly, sometimes rubbing slightly as if to tenderize the flesh before striking.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The first hit was a smart one, right against the meat of his cheek, more of a downward blow to clear his wrists and lower back. There wasn’t much to land against other than taught muscle, and the cane bounced hard off his skin, drawing a line that intersected another. The second landed on the opposite cheek, identical to sting and force. The strikes after that were methodical, yet calculated to strike a new patch of flesh, and all the while her hand stayed firm on his back, enjoying the tiny ripples that ran through his body in the wake of each blow.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The pause between each cut of the cane was also calculated, leaving him to wonder if the next cut would be so brutally hard as the one that left the dark red line, if not even harder. Illarya let her biotics flare a little bit from time to time, as if she were generating a mass effect field to do just that, and sometimes, the cane did glow blue and grow heavier with certain blows, though not nearly as much as before. It wasn’t the pain she wanted him to feel; the scars on Jax’s body were proof enough he had endured much in the past. It was the fear and anticipation that was associated with it that strained the mind the most, what he needed to overcome.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 02:22:23</strong>
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				With the torque in his shoulders, Jax found it difficult to keep his head up, so he let it hang, with strands of hair falling past his eyes. With his upside down vantage point, he could watch the Matriarch's wicked boots pad across the floor as she stalked towards him. Her approach,a nd the touch of hip on shoulder made him swallow, and the peristaltic motion ran down his body, presaging a tense sensation as he held himself steady, ready to accept her pain.<br><br>Or so he thought.<br><br>A breath snorted sharply from his nose as she touched him teasingly with the cane – alarmed readiness for the blow, then wry self-recrimination for his jumpiness. It also lulled him into a false sense of security, so that when the real lash came he spat out in surprise: “God!” Jax shivered as the pain ran up his spine, cold and hot at once, holding his joints locked tight but unable to stop the shudders of instinctive pain-aversion and his own defiant want. His hands clenched, desperately trying to grip each other, anything as the cane flew and sang and bit, and his teeth ground together.<br><br>He could take the pain; or at leas he could have, if he had been allowed to prepare for it. But she was too clever for that, and there was always just enough delay to make him relax, or suddenness to take him off guard. “Ahh,” he articulated. “Ahh! Pa-ahh!” he cried, spittle flecking his lip as a particularly hard blow thundered into the firm muscle and by now raw, lined flesh of his ass. The agonising sensation was no longer confined to his presented behind; it had evolved, metastatised, so he felt as if he was standing on hot coal, as if needles were prickling through his scalp and into his brain.<br><br>But he took it. Sometimes swaying under the blows but always pulling himself back upright. Panting, eyes staring unfocused at the floor, awaiting the next blow or blinking sweat out of his eyes so it looked like tears running up the sides of his inverted face. He'd take it, and show her how strong, how stubborn humans could be.<br><br>“Why are you... ahuuuhhh... holding back?” he challenged, panting. “Hit me again. I can... hahhh... take it. Hit me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 02:46:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He challenged her further, which made Illarya chuckle in amusement. With a simple flick of her wrist, she tossed the cane into the air, catching it with a biotic field that held it weightless until it drifted over to the vanity, where she then dissipated it. The cane clattered back to the surface, atop a coiled leather whip and a pair of viciously-toothed clamps made for piercing a turian’s outer scales.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Don’t mistake tenacity for courage, Jax,” she said mildly as she cupped his chin, forcing him to stand upright again with a commanding, yet dainty pull. “Were I a mercenary or privateer, I would grow angry and further your abuse out of frustration. While it may cloud their judgment, it would weaken you further, and that is truly foolish. You did not seek me out to prove your tolerance; you came to <em>know</em> your tolerance.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her hand slipped down, cupping the curve of one of his cheeks, and caressed it lightly. Long, elegant fingers traced the raised red lines they had imprinted only seconds ago. The other lay on his toned stomach, also gently rubbing back and forth, and for a moment, she pulled herself closer to rub her bare pelvis on the side of his hip.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“And again, you mistake the power of an asari matriarch,” she purred silkily in his ear. Purple painted lips parted, and she nibbled softly on the cartilage and lobe, tasting the salt and moisture of human sweat, as well as smelling it in the dampness of his hair. She pulled on it slightly, then released her bite and fell back faintly from his side. “Would you treat all beautiful, sensual beings so blindly when they have you helpless in their lair?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a small squeeze of his ass, dark energy swirled around her hand, then encompassed her entire arm. A tingling similar to electricity overtook it, and her hand became peculiarly heavy, the nerve endings dull and faint as if they were swollen. She drew it back and delivered a biotic spank that sent a small shockwave of both flesh and energy across his ass cheek.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 22:14:15</strong>
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				The awkward L-shaped position was beginning to wear on Jax, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot, making his thigh muscles alternately bulge and relax – and making his lightly lacerated ass sparkle with pain. His teeth locked together and he hissed, a shudder contorting his (willingly?) helpless body from shoulder to coccyx. “Gahhh,” he exhaled, secretly grateful for the momentary relief as she levitated the crop away.<br><br>He didn't resist as she pulled him upright, her blue fingers under his flushed jaw, close enough to feel the heated thudding of his pulse. The man blinked the sweat and glazed look from his eye, though he looked as peaked as ever once the subtle pheromones and perfume wafted from her wrist into his flaring nostrils. Her comment made him frown at the cryptic division between 'knowing' and 'proving'; how could he find out how far he could go, how much he could tolerate without demonstrating it? More asari mystic mumbo-jumbo... or maybe some key point he wasn't getting.<br><br>Jax didn't have time to ponder philosophy, though, as T'Shana reached down to touch the flesh she'd tormented. He grunted sharply, lips opening slightly, and instinctively pulling his ass away from the contact – thrusting his hips away from her. His animal expression of pain became an equally primal sound of pleasure as she held him around the waist, and the satiny stroke of her sex against his flank made him strain against the leather restraints until they creaked. “Ah... T'Shana...” he growled huskily, leaning towards her as she sent an entirely different kind of heat crackling through his nerves, her lips, her teeth on his ear. He mumbled “No” to her question, feeling it was expected, though his mind truly was full of ways he'd like to treat her... and to be treated. His skin prickled at the feel of a biotic charge gathering, and he closed his eyes, expecting what was to come... but still unprepared for it. <br><br>If there was any mercy in the open-handed smack he received, it was that the Matriarch's palm presented a broader striking surface than the cane, so the force was distributed over a wide area of flesh. Still, it was like being struck by an iron hand in a velvet glove. “Huhhhn!” Jax yelped, his body bowing forward at the hips so he briefly described a reversed <em>C</em> shape. He was lifted onto his toes by the force of the blow and nearly fell forward, only keeping his balance by clamping his cheeks together and throwing back his muscular shoulders in a way that amplified the tug of the collar and his tenderised buttocks. Colour flared along with the thunderous pain, a broad pink flush across his skin, setting off the redder, narrower licks of the cane.<br><br>Eyes wide, Jax rocked back onto his heels, panting, awaiting the next spank.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 23:16:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“That’s right,” she purred approvingly. With a rub of her hand, Illarya cooled the stinging pain against his ass, but just as quickly, drew her palm back and struck again. Not quite as severe as the first, but her arm still tingled with an intensifying blue glow. Sometimes her hand landed without any biotic aid, a deceptively light slap in comparison, but a sampling of her full strength was always there to land against the soft, tender meat of his ass.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The workout of both her biotics and applying them with force invigorated her body. Blood flowed faster, warming her skin as moisture formed on the bare patches not covered by the skin suit. It was specially designed to help absorb moisture, unlike simple leathers or dreadfully unbreathable latex. The scent of his sweat, the abuse of his muscles underneath her hand, and his grunts of pain excited her deeper than simple adrenaline. She yearned for stimulation in the erogenous zone between her legs, the much sought after ‘azure’. Her mind yearned to meld with his, to explore<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At last, with one final blow, she let her biotics subside, and the blue glow of dark energy faded from her arm. “I think that is enough for the time being,” she decided, giving his taught ass a few comforting, cooling rubs. The palm of her hand stung as if covered in needles from the blows. “But it is by no means the end of our session.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She lifted her hand to his chin again, directing his gaze towards her face, and peered intently at him. After a quick glance up and down his face, as if she was searching for something, she dropped his chin. Her expression was neutral, showing neither approval nor disdain, yet her eyes hinted they saw<em> something</em> his features gave away. She left his side, walking to the foot of her bed which sat several paces away. With a dip of her hip, she spread one leg out until she was standing roughly the length of two shoulder-widths with her back to him, then glanced over her shoulder.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Take a moment to collect yourself Jax, and clear your mind from pain’s embrace. Meditate on what I have told you so far, and take every word to heart. If they do not speak to you now, perhaps they will in the future. When you are ready, you will go to your knees.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Reaching out, she took hold of the two rear posters of the bed, relishing the feeling of the drapes that hung from them, then spread her heeled-boots a little wider, jutting out her bare blue posterior for him, framed tightly by her bodysuit.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You have felt pain, but it is only one side of a single coin,” her look turned amused, yet alluring. “A human saying, is it? Or perhaps I have misquoted…But without pain, there would be nothing of pleasure…and likewise, without pleasure, we would not know pain. They, in themselves, are one; the main belief of Siari.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya herself had received criticisms for her interpretation of the asari religion of Siari, but she saw no reason why it couldn’t be expressed sexually. She reached down, gently caressing her buttocks, then lightly spread them apart, giving him full view of the puckered muscle, as well as a hint of the sliver of pink flesh from her slightly spread sex. But she fully directed his gaze towards her ass, pointing to it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“This is what you will be pleasuring, Jax, and for the moment, this is <em>all</em> you will be pleasuring. You have endured, you have suffered, all willfully, and now, by pleasuring me, you will bring pleasure to yourself.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 20:45:44</strong>
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				Jax's toes curled on the marble floor as his breath hissed, broken by sharper gasps of intake or exhalation. God, the woman was a sadistic genius! Whether it was because the cane had softened him up, the biotics-magnified strength of her blows or some perverse knowledge of human anatomy, every one of the Matriarch's spanks seemed to find a new way to send a wave of pain and impact through his frame. And yet, each strike was seasoned with sensuality and eroticism, to the point where he cursed his body for betraying him, for finding pleasure in this punishment and demonstrating its enjoyment by the reddened, swollen twitching of its cock.<br><br>If only they'd had her during the Skyllian Blitz... batarian POWs would have been lining up around the block to spill their secrets! Jax was ready to give her a lot more than name, rank and serial number himself, and as the methodical hail of palm-blows ceased he realised he might get a chance to do so. He shuddered in relief as she stopped, hissing at the caress of his flaming, glowing ass cheeks and tossed his head and shoulders as best he could, dislodging a few drops of sweat from his brow and sending a matching trickle down the trench between the muscles of his back. As she took his hand he met her gaze, though his eyes were glazed with a transported look rather than their former defiance.<br><br>He groaned as she gave him permission to leave the uncomfortable, bent over&nbsp; pose, and he sank gratefully to his knees. A grunt curled his lip as the change in position pulled at his gluteals, and he sank so low in an effort to relieve the sensation that his hanging testes brushed the cold floor, making them tense up. He ignored the comparatively minor discomfort, though, and closed his eyes, centring himself as she directed, apprehensive about what might be next if that had been T'Shana's idea of an appetiser.<br><br>Jax ran through the first thing that came to mind, a non-autonomic exercise and control regime he'd been taught at Biotic Training and Acclimation. He began flexing his muscles in sequence, triggering the associated neural impulses that caused pulses of deep blue fire to crackle around him. The man's shoulders shifted, his pectorals jumped, arm muscles extended, flexed and torsioned and thighs tensed and relaxed. To the asari's superior talent and experience, it was like watching a neophyte piano student practise scales on the keys.<br><br>After a minute or two, his pale blue eyes opened, clear and focused once more... and focused on the view in front of him. The Matriarch was poised between the uprights like a asari dancing girl at a bar – though wearing even less, if that was possible, and with none of the demure, teasing submissiveness the dancers tended to project. Eyes widening, Jax's gaze ravished the magnificently curved blue derrière that jutted towards him, lips parted to utter a breathless grunt of arousal at the sight. He traced his gaze between her thighs, over the pursed lips of her sex between, all over her ass...<br><br>“What?” he gasped, his ogling cut short by her instruction. Jax gaped at the idea, and his anger flowed back. She wanted him to... he was paying for this?! He couldn't help but give a derisive bark of laughter at her last words. Bring pleasure to himself by tonguing her ass? “I'm not sure you taste <em>that</em> good!”<br><br>And yet, for all he might protest, T'Shana could no doubt read the signals... the trembling of his hardness, the way his gaze surreptitiously shifted back to her posterior, how he leaned forward slightly even as he defied her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 21:18:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His remark wasn’t entirely unexpected, especially given his past words. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“If you wish to forgo my reward, then so be it,” Illarya said loftily, turning from her pose to sink onto the foot of the bed, crossing her legs as she did. “I can just as easily give you nothing…and such a pity, because I know you are lying if you say to do not want to taste me.” She glanced down at his hard member, then to his face. “It perplexes me why a man with your reaction would refuse…”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She raised her right arm, and while there appeared to be nothing in her hand, she pressed two fingers to the bottom of her wrist. Her omnitool activated, spreading a hazy holographic purple interface from her forearm to her knuckles. It was a Serrice Council Deluxe Pleasure model, top of the line, and a token from the company for her endorsement of their products. It possessed a full database of small sex toys, as well as customizable options to come up with hundreds, if not thousands of permutations of penetration, vibration, and stimulation.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“After all, I do not need you for pleasure, Jax,” she continued, as if suddenly disinterested in him. She tapped a few keys on the interface on her wrist, cycling through the menus that popped up. “I have other clients, clients more eager to follow my commands than you are. For now, I think this will do.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She held out her hand, palm up, and the omnitool chirped as it generated a phallus that appeared to rise out of her palm from nothing, glowing the same vibrant purple. It could mimic nearly any species’s genitalia, save for perhaps the size of a krogan’s, and could even produce near perfect replicas by scanning, but this was just a simple average-sized phallus. It looked like it was made purely out of holograms, but small fields generated by the tool reacted against skin contact, creating something that felt like it had a surface.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya uncrossed her legs, slowly and deliberately for him, then spread them wide so that he could gaze entranced towards her azure sex. With two fingers, she spread her lips slightly, revealing the creamy pink inside, then slowly inserted the glowing phallus.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It was warm, tingling slightly even though the vibrating parameter had not been set. As she began to rock it in and out at a slow and sensual pace, she gave a small sigh of satisfaction, then reached up to roll the nipple of her right breast between her finger until it stood stiff and hard.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Perhaps this is all I will give you,” she considered, her tone still sultry and level even as she masturbated. “A glance, and nothing more. Then more pain, because pain is all you wish to see, Jax, even when there is something else. You choose to do nothing but look.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 19:41:11</strong>
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				A cautious tension faded from Jax's features as T'Shana turned sharply away and sat gracefully on the bed. He had been expecting swift and merciless punishment for his refusal – he was annoyed that part of him had even been looking forward to the challenge of it! He was even more annoyed that a part of him was disappointed that her lushly curved blue behind was taken out of view and reach. The vanguard glanced at the floor, shaking his head slightly and casting a rueful glance at his traitorous cock. Damn asari minx... it was like she had him craving the humiliation of tonguing her where Tasale (http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Tasale) didn't shine.<br><br>Straightening, he watched her with perplexity and frustration as she activated her toy, still aroused and apprehensive. He shifted his weight on his knees, feeling the dull heat of his thoroughly-pummelled ass diffusing up his spine and through his core muscles. Eyes widened in surprise as she activated the holo-tactile sex toy, then dropped as she parted her legs. “Hmmmgh,” Jax groaned throatily, his gaze focusing on the azure of the woman's sex, drawn in by the precise division of her thighs – and he grunted forcefully as she inserted it into herself, his head bobbing in an involuntary nod of approval.<br><br>His hardness arching towards the ceiling, Jax was riveted to the display as the translucent shaft plunged in to the Matriarch's core. His hands writhed behind his back, tugging hard at the restraints as they fought to grab his cock – or grab her – and his panting breaths were apnoeic interrupted as the collar shifted around his throat. Fervently imagining his own shaft sliding into her in place to the purple lightshow, he moaned desolately, and began to crawl forward on his knees, getting closer for a better view, his manhood sweeping back and forth like a metronome.<br><br>Licking dry lips, Jax sighed huskily as the holo-toy glistened with her wetness. No, he <em>definitely</em> wanted to do more than look. “Illarya... please...” he groaned, bending his leather-strapped towards her sex as the phallus <em>schlick-schlick-schlick</em>'d in and out. “Let me... let me pleasure you with my tongue. Let me lick your ass... please!” he gasped desperately, his need for her in any way she wished to have him – even <em>that</em> – overpowering.<br><br>Feeling it was somehow expected or appropriate, Jax bent down, his broad back and taut muscles gleaming with a haze of sweat. He pursed his lips and kissed the shiny black toe of her boot, eyes closing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 20:38:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya arched a brow questioningly when he began to beg, the rhythm of the dildo ceasing for a moment. “Matriarch T’Shana,” she corrected curtly. “You will refer to me formally, Jax, with the respect that you owe a being of my standing. I will forgive the lax in respect just this once.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She resumed the dildo’s slow, methodical movement in and out of her sex, letting out another moan of satisfaction as she worked it deeper. Her free hand cupped her breast, caressing it with a grope before turning her attention to the other. The gentle hum of the dildo and its gentle pumping soon grew damp, a warm buzz like electricity tingling up her spine and spreading to the corners of her body. Her nipples hardened further, like small pebbles beneath her palm.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pretended to ignore him at first, but she had seen the way he had writhed in his bonds when she spread her legs, how the sweat dripped from his body when she activated her omnitool, and how his breathing became heavier, restricted by the collar attached to his wrists. He kneeled, transfixed by her masturbation as her scents and sights flooded his senses. When he begged, he even went so far as to kiss the toe of her boot. She thought to gently push his face away with the toe of her boot, to let him feel the sensation of reject, but held it motionless on the carpet before him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“As I said before, Jax, I hardly need you to pleasure me,” She spoke with disinterest, as if the dildo that she forced into her sex was nonexistent. However, she glanced down at him past her working hand. “But perhaps I will extend my generosity to you once more. Give my foot the attention which you seek to lavish on my ass. Do well enough, and I will allow you to pleasure me. As you do so, however, reflect upon the mercy of being given a second chance. Surely, as a soldier, you can think of many times where there is no such chance?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 19:59:01</strong>
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				Risking a glance up from his bowed crouch, Jax swallowed a groan at the sight of the dominatrix fucking herself with the holo-tact toy, its translucent length opening and illuminating her supple blue and pearlescent pink folds. Beyond that, his desperately lusty eyes watched her caress her generous bust and peaked nipples, his own fingers twitching with desire in the small of his back with the urge to duplicate the touches.<br><br>“N-no... Matriarch T'Shana,” he breathed carefully after she corrected him, eyeing her crotch as she fucked herself. Pragmatically, he suggested: “But two sources of pleasure are better than one?” Jax gave a sigh of relief – or perhaps a groan of frustration – as she offered him a chance to earn the privilege of obscenely serving her. For a moment his head spun like he was in the middle of a microgravity training exercise; the world felt upside down. On his knees, begging for the chance to tongue an asari's 'blue rosebud of Illium'? When had he, or the galaxy, gone nuts?<br><br>Despite his misgivings and the flush of humiliation that coloured his face as red as his caned and spanked rear end, the man bowed low again, taking the tip of the Matriarch's boot in his lips and kissing it, even sucking gently. Opening his mouth he draped his tongue slowly up the shiny black curve of her foot, a low groan rumbling in his throat, leaving a faint wet streak on the material. He debased himself still further, leaning to the side until his cheek rested on the floor, and his tongue lapped up the underside, flicking into the junction of the arched sole and the dagger-like point. Jax's face, prone and perpendicular from her haughty position was twisted into an expression of concentration and misery... but the way his cock twitched as he planted a ring of kisses around her ankle like a bracelet showed a different attitude.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 20:45:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Mmm, then you best get to work, Jax,” Illarya said mildly, enjoying the hum of the dildo as she worked it in and out.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He did indeed work, and fervently. With her long legs spread wide, she had the perfect view of him past the erotic purple glow of her omnitool and the dildo within her. He adorned every square inch of the material of her boot with his mouth, first with an eager tongue that shined the surface, then with affectionate kisses that ringed her ankle. She couldn’t feel the wetness of his mouth beneath the material, but she felt the determined press of his lips, and the firm licks of his tongue through it. All the while, she held her foot stoic, like an idol for him to worship poised on a dagger heel.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Most of Illarya’s attention was admittedly focused on her own sex. She flexed her fingers slightly, the dildo responding by registering a light pulse. She shuddered as a warmth spread through her belly, raising goosebumps against her exposed skin. Her nipples were as hard as they could ever get, so she brought her hand down to spread her sex wider to accommodate the new pulse of her omnitool. The slow, sensuous rhythm remained, the only sounds were her quiet gasps and sighs beneath the hum of the device and the wet sounds it made as it slid in and out hypnotically.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eventually, she looked down to where Jax was still focused on her foot, and nothing else. Whether he was acting on instinct, driven by the lust she was forcing him into, or whether he was thinking ahead and remorseful for his lapse in attitude, she would only find out if she continued. It would be a shame to waste such potential progress in conquering the pain in his head.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I suppose an organic being has more to offer than mere stimulation and penetration by technology,” she said thoughtfully. While it was true, there were times she did indeed force others to watch her pleasure herself artificially until climax. Jax’s mind, however, did genuinely intrigue her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The dildo slid in deep one last time, and she touched the back of her wrist, deactivating the omnitool. The purple glow faded, as did the holographic weave of circuitry and its interface. The warm, gentle buzzing inside of her vanished, leaving a warm, wet sensation of her natural liquids and lubrications. With one last, almost longing stroke of her finger between the lips and sensitive folds, she removed her hand from her nethers, then cupped Jax’s chin to bring him upright.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I will say it again, this is <em>all</em> you will pleasure,” she ordered him firmly as she stood up. Her bare, almost wet and glimmering sex was eye level with him before she turned elegantly again, once again spreading her legs wide enough to give a glimpse of the velvety pink folds from behind. Her blue posterior filled his vision only inches in front of him. “When I deem it appropriate, I will take my fill of you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>24-10-2011, 19:58:42</strong>
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				Tongue affixed to her boot, Jax twisted his head to the side and looked up as he heard the warming buzz of the omni-toy. He looked up through the inviting V of her legs, groaning raspily when he saw T'Shana's other hand reach down and peel her nether lips open around the glowing shaft. The view was...exquisite, and a contortion of frustrated desire made his spine ripple where he knelt at her feet. Bending to the task again, his shoulder brushed her leg as he worked his tongue almost in a frenzy over the point of the toes.<br><br>At last he lifted his head when Illarya's fingers cupped his chin. Jax's eyes dragged over the apex of her thighs as the tight muscles and folds of her core clenched following the dildo's penetration, and his mouth twitched eagerly. But he raised his gaze to her face as she directed him and spoke, rising to his feet with a relieved sigh. “Thank you... Matriarch T'Shana,” he said, surprising himself a little. Thanking her for the 'opportunity' to kiss her blue ass, with not-so-veiled instructions not to pleasure the azure? What was he thinking? Well... whatever turned her on. She was definitely the one in charge here.<br><br>Despite his reservations he groaned lustily at the sight of the curvaceous asari derrière she presented. Jax inhaled, catching a whiff of her pheromones and the even more potent musk of her sex, making his head swim with dream-like desires that danced and writhed just out of mental reach. He swallowed, wetting his tongue, before moving his head forward. The point of his nose bent against her thigh, and the ex-soldier slid his tongue in a broad, wet stroke up T'Shana's leg. Groaning, hot breath all over her most intimate yet fully exposed (thanks to the cut-out costume) regions, Jax kissed the other thigh, and his tongue and lips quickly worked up to pay homage to the full swell of her cheeks. She could feel his own, warm and slightly stubbly against hers as he worked his face side to side, nuzzling at each blue half-globe, kissing them shamefully and sliding his tongue up to the top of her cleft where it flowed into her spine... then running the warm, wet, flexible muscle down between her buttocks, licking her from spine to perineum with an awkward, husky moan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-10-2011, 20:39:35</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya cocked her head languidly in pleasure when she felt the press of his lips and tongue against her inner thigh, up to her buttocks, and then finally between them. Her sex already dripped, and his hot breath burrowed within her cheeks and legs only moistened her skin further. The sensation of tiny facial stubble grazing her downy blue flesh sent a tingle up her back, causing her to tighten her grip on the antique wooden frame of the bed’s posters.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The exploring muscle reminded her of early modeling days in her maiden years among the folds and screens of Fornax, bathed nude on a bed amidst a hanar’s tentacles. They could seek and find every orifice, slipping within and filling it to no end. Jax’s tongue, however, was far less invasive, only long enough to stimulate with wet pokes. She shuddered as he drew a wet line between her cheeks, the simple act of grazing such sensitive areas enough to ignite nerve endings and induce tiny spasms in her legs and ass.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Another hot breath against her ass and thighs, and the wetness trailed dangerously close to the folds of her sex, but he held himself back from outright disobeying her. The sounds of his lips and tongue and the sensation of his breath made him feel more animal than man to her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya swayed her hips lightly as another shiver ran up her arching back; his tongue had poked a sensitive patch of skin. “Mmmm, that’s right, Jax,” she purred throatily. “Give me pleasure, and perhaps I will reward you with more.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 21:23:08</strong>
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				Jax's moan became a sound with faint overtones of relief as T'Shana expressed her satisfaction. This was unexplored territory for him (no pun intended) and he had no idea if he was doing it right. <br><br>The leather restraints squeaked as he shifted his shoulders too and fro, trying to bring up each arm alternately. He wished his hands were free, Jax thought as he turned his face, trying to part her buttocks with the blade of his nose. It would be easier to... obey... if he didn't feel like he was being smothered in voluptuous blue silk cushions. Still, with a shuddering groan he buried his face in the out-thrust posterior, tongue darting in like a wet probe to hesitantly lick the powerful woman's blue rosebud. With her controlling the position and without his hands to open her, the oral service was a little sloppy and reckless. He panted in between laps that divided T'Shana's cheeks from bottom to top and vice versa, his breath spilling hot on her nether lips and the backs of her thighs. When he pushed his mouth against her, nose nestled in her cleft, lips pursed and kissing inwards to open a space for his tongue to stroke and circle her pucker he couldn't help but make slurping, almost gobbling sounds as her body's limber firmness seemed to resist his attentions.<br><br>When he inhaled, the hot, subtle-sweet musk of the Matriarch's sex and pheromones overwhelmed him. Face pressed to her ass in abject submission, he gazed up, his widening eyes taking in the graceful curve of her back, the way she hung between the uprights in a posture of graceful tension, the blue serrations of her scalp crests jutting back where a human woman's hair would have fallen. He agave a muffled gasp, struck by her beauty... but at the same time the flicker of defiance rekindled. Indignantly, he scowled; she wanted him to kiss her ass? He'd show her...<br><br>Jax leaned forward, shifting his weight on his knees until he was using his head to push T'Shana forward. His cheeks pressed between hers, and he opened his mouth wide, teeth grazing her inner buttocks as his tongue curled out, wet and warm and invasive. He forced the muscle against the ring of the asari's own, and with a little effort his tongue plunged inside her. Warm and wet it wriggled, spreading, caressing and licking her within and without as he gave a low, fierce growl.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 01:02:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jax’s face rubbed hard against Illarya’s ass, interspaced with wet pokes and kisses. That animalistic grunting returned, and she could feel him twisting in his restraints, as well as different parts of his facial features rubbing against her ass. Part of the torment was preventing him from using his arms; unless she spread herself for him, he would have to work himself between her cheeks on his own. If he truly wanted to pleasure her, it would be difficult; the lesson learned was that rewards were never truly given. They were earned.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His tongue rasped wetly between her cheeks, grazing across her hole, and Illarya stifled a gasp of pleasure. However, she <em>did</em> gasp aloud when he buried his face deep between her cheeks. She felt his nose press hard, and the strain of his muscles was enough to push her hips forward. Then she felt his tongue worm deeper, wriggling into the tight muscle before pushing fully into it. Her body resisted, flexing tighter as her cheeks quivered, but the probe was insistent, continually penetrating as he growled like a Varren. The initial poke was enough to send an electrical buzz through her limbs; a brief blue haze formed around her body as her mind wavered from its discipline for a moment. It vanished quickly as she regained from the surprise.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Ohhh</em>, Jax,” she gasped, hands tightening on the posts of the bed. Her sex grew warmer at the sudden, bold intrusion as more of her juices began to flow. Between his tongue and her earlier teasing, she was sopping. Her back arched further, trying to press her buttocks harder onto his face so that he could feel the sensation move deeper. “Don’t stop…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 19:43:59</strong>
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				<em>Don't stop,</em> she gasped. For a moment, the Imp of the Perverse – that little homunculus that drove humans to, just for a moment, fancy leaping when they stood on the edge of a cliff, that made them want to shout 'breach!' on a crowded space station – urged Jax to lean back and withdraw his tongue. Give her a taste of her own teasing. His back and buttocks itched at the thought of the retribution she would surely extract for such a denial, though... and frustratingly, the rich sound of her moans and the gracefully passionate way she arched her body had only turned him on more. His cock jutted between his kneeling legs, dark and swollen and in its needy way aching worse than the bruises and welts she had inflicted. Jax moaned in frustration, but redoubled his efforts.<br><br>He pushed his head further under T'Shana's hips, turning his face as far up as he could. Rather than lapping at the upper part of her cleft he focused the heavy, wet strokes of his tongue on the lower part where ass curved into thighs and tucked into labial lips – though only his chin pressed there, as he was no eager to go against the Matriarch's instructions as to <em>where</em> he should focus his attentions. Jax's tongue curled and thrust between her cheeks, the tip circling her rear, the flat running over it like a brush, pushing as much of the muscle inside as her weight shifting back against him would allow. Thanks to his saliva, she was as wet in the back as in the front. Jax tongue vibrated with his husky pants and guttural moans, and his biotic sense tingled as the asari's field control wavered. The electrostatic sensation made a few hairs stand on end, but also gave him an idea. <br><br>The biotic technique of warping was a hard one to master; to say that generating antagonistic, counter-rotating gravity fields was like rubbing your head and patting your belly at once would be an understatement. Still, he reasoned, a small one, <em>not</em> intended to shred armour and rend flesh with shear forces... Jax's arms twisted in the cuffs as if he was turning an antique doorhandle, and the leather chafed his wrists. Gather a biotic field, he generated the weakest forces he could muster... and set them rotating around his tongue. The probing member became encased in conflicting, torquing energy, the different directions of the fields spin causing a resonance, a shuddering disruption he could feel in his jaw.<br><br>Jax tongue-fucked T'Shana with a biotic vibrator.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 20:45:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To say that asari matriarchs were always composed, dignified, and cordial was sometimes an understatement, as Illarya felt none of those. She moaned out loud again like a maiden in search of a quick bonding, the muscles in her buttocks and hole flexing against her will as more and more stimulation was exerted upon them. Jax’s invasive tongue was never consistent, always keeping her guessing at what it might do next. It prodded one second, lapped another, then penetrated. The cycle seemed completely random, but at the same time planned for optimal stimulation. Her senses could never quite get used to it to be prepared for the seconds that followed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then she felt the biotic hum stir from between the cheeks of her ass. At first she thought it was his own flare, the sense of control lost in the fog of his arousal, but it sustained itself, then intensified slightly. She gasped as his tongue began to almost buzz and vibrate. It wasn’t the steady, uniform hum like that of her omnitool; it was coarser, almost like a faint electrical shock. Suddenly, his tongue seemed one thousand times more potent as it began its stimulation again. Her muscles clenched, her back arching as her body instinctively tried to pull itself away from this unfamiliar sensation. Her mind, however, willed it to stay, in fact pushing her ass harder against his face.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After only a minute or two, it was more than she could bear. With a loud, throaty moan, her hand came down, almost as if to strike him, but instead, her purple-tipped nails curled in his hair and pulled his face from between her dripping cheeks. She spun on the ball of her foot, sinking in one motion to the foot of the bed, sitting right on the edge as she spread her long legs wide, reveal her dripping azure.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Finish me, Jax,” she commanded with burning blue eyes, and without even waiting for him to respond, she pulled him forward, pressing his lips to her sex. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 07:45:26</strong>
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				The way he ate her was almost angry; as if, after being forced into this humiliation, he sought to exact retribution by performing above and beyond. Not exactly a rational reaction, perhaps, but a nose buried deep in the Matriach's pheromones and the perfume of her arousal was not conducive to higher thought processes. Jax's lusty aggression was coming from somewhere baser, more primal than that, as shown by the urgency and force with which his mouth pressed into Illarya's most forbidden of places. His tongue felt thick and heavy with the biotic field swirling around it, and the waves of gravity pulsed into the flesh and muscles of her blue derrière. But it was not all insubordination and rage... there was an undeniable sexual excitement in the act, and a masculine pride in making T'Shana moan despite the centuries of difference in their experiences.<br><br>The coiled muscle was pulled from her ass with a pop as she suddenly swung around in front and above of him, and the soldier's naked body corded, bracing for an admonishing blow. He scowled at first, both in frustration at having the embarrassingly enjoyable task taken away and into anticipation of punishment for some unrecognised slight on the dominatrix's dignity. Instead, he watched in surprise as she sank to the bed and opened her legs in an unmistakable invitation.<br><br>“I thought...” he began, his voice husky and thick, but before he could clear his throat or finish the sentence her fingers were dragging at his blond hair, pulling him down. A tension of resistance shot along his spine, holding his body stiff and away from her in instinctive defiance, but after only a moment he bent forward, grinning enthusiastically and raking his eyes down from her face to the prominent swells of her breasts to the cut-out of form-hugging black fabric around her bare blue sex. <br><br><em>Time to find out how similar asari really are to human girls,</em> Jax thought, his tongue painting a hot wet lap from the fusion of her cheeks, over the smooth lips and gentle mound above. “Ohhhmmmn,” he groaned, obeying her hand and pushing his mouth closer. Another lick traced up and down her azure slit, the heat of his kiss combining with her inner warmth. “Rrraaahhhuuummm.” His nose bent against T'Shana's hip bone and he rolls his tongue up to the apex of her cunt, swirling it around where he expected the analogue for the most sensitive spot to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 17:03:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Jax’s tongue, still wet with his both own saliva and her juices, once again flicked out and probed between the lips of her sex, Illarya’s eyes nearly rolled in ecstasy. It was a rare lapse in control; she had fully intended on forcing him to enjoy only the crevice of her ass and hole, but her earlier masturbation to work him into a frenzy seemed to have been more effective than she anticipated, and that was for the both of them. He was more Varren than human between her legs, emitting grunts, slurps, and even growls as he ate her out, and now her body craved further stimulation. But, he had fully insisted on reducing himself to a tool for her pleasure, a request she was all too happy to oblige.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She reclined further back on the bed, though always kept one hand intertwined in his blond hair to keep him on his task. She reached up with her other hand and caressed one of her bare breasts, toying with the nipple as she had before, though it was already rock hard. Every time she squeezed and plucked on it like an ancient stringed instrument, it ran a similar twinge of pleasure up her spine, mixing in with the fire that he was stoking with his tongue and lips. The touch of his nose on her nethers was a foreign stimulation, buried beneath the wet laps against what humans would call a clitoris.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She moaned again, though it was pitched higher than her normal, throaty purr. Her back arched slightly, stomach turning upward, and she lightly rolled her hips against his face, trying to time the frequency of his tongue to maximize the stimulation of the coarse muscle across the otherworldly silky texture between her lips. Both of her hands tightly gripped his hair, but it was short lived as she released to again toy with her nipples.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Every lick brought her one step closer to the edge. She allowed her mind to fight it, to try and resist. She knew it was inevitable, but the pull of her body intensified steadily with every movement of his tongue, and every kiss of her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 19:17:16</strong>
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				Jax moaned in envy as he looked up with steamy eyes from the wet slit he was tonguing and saw T'Shana's free hand as she played with her blue globe and its peak. His hands sought freedom, twisting against the straps, but the efforts served only to dig the collar into his throat. To relieve that, he had to obey the Matriarch's hand and bury his face deeper between her thighs.<br><br>His mouth twisted side to side, kissing her sex from different angles. His jaw ached and his tongue was beginning to feel bloated and sore, but he didn't dare stop. Not only from fear of punishment, but because the asari's orgasm was like a blinking beacon or dawning sun on the horizon, and every wanton lick and suck drew him urgently closer to it. Hot breath poured over her crotch as he ravenously panted and groaned, gobbling her lips between his, prickling them with his teeth, lavishing them with broad strokes of his tongue. His stubbly chin tickled and itched as it wedged tight between the apex of her thighs, and Jax lapped over, licked into and slurped from Illarya's core with feisty devotion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 20:11:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya’s hips turned rhythmic, settling into a pace against his lips and chin. Her breathing matched it, each inhale and exhale becoming quicker and shorter as a tingling began to build from her loins, spreading into her spine and washing over her body like a warm bath. She had long passed the point of no return. The only way to appease her mind and lust was to release her body’s desire.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her hand clenched involuntarily in his hair, and the fine stubble on his chin suddenly felt overstimulating against her bare inner thighs, and even more so against the sensitive flesh between the folds of her sex. She came closer and closer to the edge, and her fingers curled more and more, becoming painfully tight against his scalp.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes…yes…yes…” she panted, “…yes…<em>yes</em>…<em>Goddess</em>!”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the cry out to the single asari deity, a tremor rocked her body as every muscle tightened at once, and her climax came hard. Her hips rocked up hard against his face, and her hand grabbed at her breast with the ferocity of a drunken krogan. The rest of her cry was a stifled, controlled moan. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, and when they opened, the bright blue eyes had turned to black, fathomless pools, desperately searching for a mind to dive into. The blue irises returned an instant later when her eyes shut again and rolled backward in numbing bliss as the plummet from her pleasurable high turned to a gradual slope.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tension in her body slowly relaxed, and Illarya sagged against the silk comforter of her bed. The silk seemed even softer than before as she ran a free hand dreamily against it, the nerves of her body alight and sensitive. The sweat on the exposed swathes of her skinsuit cooled soothingly against the black sheets. The presence of Jax’s tongue and lips seemed more of a gentle coax now, more of a warm, tingling sensation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 18:36:30</strong>
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				The flat of the human's tongue slapped against Illarya's azure as her hips bucked up, making a wet, fleshy clashing noise. The harder she knotted her fingers in his hair the louder he groaned and the more assertively the muscle coiled, wriggling into her core then sawing up and down the slit.<br><br>“Mmmhunghhh,” Jax moaned as he felt the Matriarch's erotic tension build to a crescendo and release explosively. His tongue quivered against her sex as the pleasure rolled through her like a thunderclap, and he could feel her muscles moving within her with the urgency of orgasm. Seeking to watch her as she came while not removing his mouth from sucking and licking her through her climax, Jax's eyes rolled up in their sockets, reaving their ascent. He groaned emphatically as he saw her clutching at the swell of her breast, lush blue flesh bulging between cruel and talented gloved fingers. “Ohhhrm,” he expounded, his cock twitching frantically as he watched<br><br>He was taken aback by the darkness he saw in her eyes when his gaze lifted to her pleasure-ravaged face, though – and not a figurative darkness. Those aphotic lenses seemed to pull at him, inviting him to drown forever, beautiful but ineffably alien. But then they were gone again, and maybe he'd just imagined it? Either way, as the Matriarch reclined in the afterglow Jax pulled himself up a little, resting his muscular shoulders between her gleaming black-sheathed thighs and resting his face on her pussy. His tongue lolled in slow, relaxed waves, gently cleaning the dripping wetness from her labial lips, soothing and serving as she came down from her peak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 19:19:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jax’s tongue continued to gently coax her down from her orgasm, but after a minute or so, Illarya composed herself and rose back up into a sitting position. As she did, she pulled back on his hair, drawing his head away from her sex. The cool air touched sensitive flesh, suppressing the tingle that still burned there. The lower half of his face and chin were splashed with her juices and his own saliva, glimmering softly in the exotic lighting of her bed chambers. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She smiled faintly. “I admit, you surprise me, Jax. I never thought that I would be driven to such a lust so quickly. It will hold me for now, but I am much harder to please thoroughly…as you will discover.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She dipped his head close to her sex one last time to give him a generous breath of her scent and heat, then rose up and let his hair fall from her fingers as if he was to be forgotten and moved to her vanity. Amidst the bottles of perfumes and aphrodisiacs, she selected a small hand towel and began to dab her skin dry. Slowly and softly she worked, working with immaculate precision, reacquiring her composure. Once the sweat on her neck, breasts and thighs had been dabbed dry, she dried her sex and ass.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Holding the damp cloth in her hand, she glanced over her shoulder to his kneeling form and considered him for a minute, then the cloth. It would make an excellent gag, stuffed deep within his mouth and sealed with binding tape…but his voice was a necessity for their session. Perhaps later, should he lose control and warrant a genuine punishment, and if she wished to silence his cries.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya cast the cloth aside to the vanity without a further thought, and with a dainty wave of her hand, beckoned to the row of toys on the vanity. A biotic glow hummed, and a mass effect field formed around a short, leather-wrapped riding crop of human origin. It bounced into the air, and she tipped the field so that it met her halfway on the way back to Jax. By the time her hand closed around the handle and the field vanished, that casual, yet seductive saunter had returned to her hips.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The feeling of leather was supple and familiar in her hand. She held the crop in both hands, stretching it across just below her naval and bent it slightly to test its give. It was nice and stiff with a nice wide head.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her bare sex once again inches in front of his visage, she looked down on his kneeling form with a crafty smile. “Shall we continue, Jax?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 18:36:22</strong>
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				Jax moaned in disappointment as his hair was tugged, pulling his face away from the decadent meal it was enjoying. His tongue thrust out, the tip wiggling frantically to catch a last taste of T'Shana's sex, but he eventually settled back onto his haunches, giving her a glistening grin as he licked her wetness off his lips, chin and cheeks. He gave a throaty chuckle at her words, and replied in a voice clogged with lust and sticky with all the honey he had swallowed: “Then you underestimate yourself...Matriarch,” he hastily amended as soon as he recalled.<br><br>He nuzzled greedily when she pushed his face back between her legs, inhaling her scent and flicking his tongue over her pussy. When she pulled away he groaned and leaned back, letting his toes catch the floor and springing quickly to his feet like he was popping out of cover. His knees didn't bother him; he was used to holding awkward positions, waiting for the order to charge. Jax watched the asari move to the table and methodically dab herself with a cloth; he almost offered his mouth for the task of drying her nooks and crannies and cleaning the sweat off her skin. His cock burned, hotter and harder than he could ever remember it from lack of stimulation, and the ache made a pilgrimage up his spine to throb in the back of his skull. Lust was as insistent a pain as a misfiring biotic amp had ever been... though he realised he'd forgotten the latter until he'd reminded himself of it just now. A migraine began to gnaw at his brainstem.<br><br>The man's eyes grazed down her body, ogling her swaying curves as she approached, and giving the crop a baleful glare. He grimaced as she tested its flex and swing, but lust overcame caution. “Aren't you forgetting something?” he asked, glancing pointedly at his red, angry erection. Memory, that traitor, had somehow convinced him that she had promised to reciprocate following his orgasm-orchestrating tongue performance. If he didn't get relief soon, he was sure he'd explode.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 22:58:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At his expectant remark, Illarya’s had swept up in a smooth arc, and she slapped him across the cheek with an ear ringing <em>crack</em>. Had she utilized her biotics, she could have crushed his skull and turned his gray matter into a thick paste with a fist equal in mass to depleted uranium. Her goal was never to harm a client past temporary scars – or if they wished, permanent – but to quell petty attitudes brought on by the onslaught of emotions as suddenly as stoppering a drain.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Perhaps I forgot to gag you?” she questioned mildly. Despite the blow, her look remained neutral, her tone sultry, as if she just wasn’t minutes ago in the throes of an orgasm. “Or perhaps I forgot to make these next blows even more ruthless than the first ones?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pinched his chin between her thumb and forefinger, then sternly aligned his head so that he faced straight, looking out through the ceiling to floor windows that gave way to Nos Astra’s vista. The sun, a star called Tasale, had just set and it was after twilight. The spires and towers of the city glowed in vibrant hues of blues and purples, veined in the red and yellow lights of the never ending traffic channels between them. She raised her arm, activating her omnitool’s interface, and pressed holographic button. Immediately, the windows dimmed, becoming more and more opaque, but at the same time more reflective until they were more or less mirrors.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that, she sidled up alongside him, until her bare, and somewhat still-damp bare pelvis and sex here pressed against his thigh, breasts grazing the crook of his upper arm and shoulder. Her face was close to his, close enough that her warm, scented breath touched his cheek with every exhalation and word.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Eyes and head forward, Jax,” she said silkily, with an undertone that <em>dared </em>him to find out what happened if he looked at her directly instead. “Everything I want you to see is right before you.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pausing for a minute to make sure he complied, she glanced down at his erection. Her fingers coiled around the thick shaft almost daintily, working a few light strokes into the skin with the palm of her hand. His length was hot against her comparatively warm, blue skin, and though he was alien to her, she knew just how hard to squeeze, and just where to rub. At the same time, however, she pressed the head of the riding crop against the meat of his tender ass, rubbing it in a small circle.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Since I don’t have you gagged, you can use your voice for a better purpose than to unintentionally provoke me,” she said. With a flick of wrist, the crop snapped back, then down across his ass with a hard, sharp <em>crack</em>. The slow stroke along his cock continued unhindered. “Tell me what I have taught you about pain and pleasure.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 08:19:50</strong>
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				One of the silly faults evolution had burdened humanity with was that the <em>expectation</em> of pain increased <em>sensitivity</em> to it. The blow you never saw coming always hurt less than the one you dreaded; T'Shana had shown she knew that when she'd caned him before, leaving him perched in tense, aroused anticipation of the next blow that never quite came when he thought it would. So the sudden slap was less painful than it could have been, and Jax had taken plenty of worse blows in his career. Still, his head deflected to the side and he blinked, stretching his jaw muscles in disbelief, popping the mandibular joint before the pain blossomed in a five-fingered starburst across his cheek. How could such a silky-smooth hand sting so...?<br><br>He didn't resist when she took his chin and moved his head back to a parade-ground-perfect eyes forward position, though his lips tensed truculently and his throat quivered. He chafed, physically and emotionally at his restraints, all too aware of how vulnerable he was to another slap, or the leather kiss of the crop. That old Darwinian hypersensitivity was kicking in. As the light was occluded by the darkening pane his weight shifted from foot to foot, muscles stretching up and down his legs, red-lined ass clenching. He'd never been so apprehensive about being alone in a darkened room with a beautiful woman before.<br><br>A low, faint growl shivered in his chest as she pushed against him, firm curves moulding maddeningly to hard muscle. Jax's lips parted, involuntarily tasting her breath, her scent as she leaned close enough to make his nerves burn with desire. When the matriarch told him to look into the reflection his irises twitched minutely, instinctively glancing out of the corners of his eyes at her... almost. He just managed to resist the contrary impulse.<br><br>“Uhhhn... god...” he gasped breathlessly as T'Shana took him in hand. His manhood bulged between her fingers, reddened, hot and hard, the tip a little slick with precume. Jax gritted his teethand his head rolled back on his shoulders, slackening the collar and restraints; he felt ready to explode already, and she hadn't even touched him before in this session (well, not in in a pleasant way, at least)! A wave of tension passed through his thick thigh muscles and manoeuvred his hips forward, almost thrusting against her hand in his need, the ache from his cock spreading through the rest of his body. His ass was thus tense already when the crop came, and the rolling shock of its impact barely registered, except to aggravate the extant sharpness of the welts she had already left there.<br><br>Jax groaned as she gave her instruction. He was supposed to concentrate and recite while she was doing... that, <em>oh</em>, that?! Lust crackled under his skin like a frenzy, and he barely had the discipline to keep from begging her to make him cum, or stropping against her like a horny dog. “You said... p-pleasure... and pain... are different sides of the same coin,” he managed to growl out at last, his fingers knotting behind his back and toes curling on the floor as he drank in every iota of stimulation the matriarch's hand granted him and fretted for more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 19:33:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya nodded her head softly with a small smile. “That is correct, Jax. One cannot exist without the other. That is the first lesson you came to learn from me.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As if to punctuate the point, she flicked her wrist, striking another toned patched of his ass with the crop. No biotic force, just leather on skin. It was like the incessant sting of an insect he couldn’t swat, continuously taking his attention away with a brief, sharp sting before it landed somewhere and stung again. Sometimes the sting was accompanied by a brief rub, sometimes it wasn’t. Sometimes the sting never came, and the crop just rubbed thoughtfully for a moment before leaving the skin untouched.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her wrist curled a bit, taking a new hold on his cock. She extended her forefinger, placing the tip and the edge of the glossy purple nail against the underside of his head, against the frenulum and gave it a slow, hard stroke against the extra sensitive taught skin. He had been dripping since his restraints went on, and he was continuing to do so, coating the head of his cock with shiny lubricant. She released his member for an agonizing second to run her finger across it, gathering the juice on the tip to bring it to her lips and lick it clean with a deliberate lap of her tongue. His taste was familiar, that being human, but spiced with his own unique flavor. All the while her piercing eyes didn’t leave his face, as if she continued to dare him to turn. He had the whole view in front of him in the mirrored windows, granted it was a side profile.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“One must wonder what it would feel like if there was no such thing as pain…” She gave the crop a hard swat against his ass, but then gave his cock a slow, solid pump. “…or no such thing as pleasure. Would you still feel the warmth of my hand if you couldn’t feel the sting of the crop? Or would the sting still be there if you were unable to feel pleasure?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She was all but whispering seductively in his ear now as another sharp swat landed on a fresh, previously abused patch of skin. His body was hot and damp against her breasts and against her sex as she straddled his leg. Despite his determined stare forward, she caught a waver in his eye, trying to resist the pull to look her in the face, and the curling of his hands and feet as each slow, methodical pump moved up and down his shaft.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>03-12-2011, 18:31:07</strong>
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				Balled fists pressed into his lower back as the matriarch alternately swatted him and stroked him, as if he could blockade the pain by interrupting nervous transmissions along his spine. Muscles rolled and tendons tautened in Jax's arms and down his back, and what little blood wasn't maintaining his furious, needy erection rushed to the site of the stinging blows, making his fit, toned flesh blush and burn where it was tormented.<br><br><br>“Huhhhn... huhhhn... matriarch...” he groaned huskily, head quivering atop spasming neck muscles as he fought to blink sweat out of his eyes. Free of the salt's sting his gaze followed her hand in the mirror, rived by the sight of deft, knowing blue fingers on his swollen ruddy-pink member. An obscene, beautiful sight. The ex-Alliance marine mouthed silent obscenities and pleas, his face falling slack and gawping as a long,slow stroke turned his will to jelly, biting down on a disappointed whimper when she made a calculated pause. He was quickly discovering that the anticipation of <em>pleasure</em> had a similar effect to the anticipation of <em>pain</em>; T'Shana's delays and diversions only served to peak his nerves' hunger for more stimulation, made his whole hard body ache and tingle and crave her next touch. He yearned for the next lick of the crop, feared the next tug on his cock... or was it the other way round? <br><br>“Please...” he rumbled throatily, his hands going slack in their bonds, his shoulders curving, his eyes glazing in a trance of arousal and agony. Unconsciously his weight shifted, hips swaying slightly as he raked the thick cord of his quadriceps muscle against her pale blue sex. “More,” he pleaded breathlessly, unsure, and perhaps unconcerned as to whether he meant her hand or the crop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>03-12-2011, 19:15:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jax’s vague plead only said more, so Illarya gave him more. Her hand around his cock turned into a brisk, smooth rhythm of pumps. The arch of her fingers stroked along the underside and the thick vein there on every slide down, until the knuckle of her little finger patted against his balls. On every stroke up, the crease of her index finger and thumb teased the side of his shaft along the whole length, bumping the crown of his head. The entire motion was almost second nature to her, wrist working in tandem to create a smooth, frictionless machine that moved at a constant speed. The soft slithering of her blue palm on pale, but reddening flesh was dwarfed by the swats of the crop and his grunts.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The crop continue its devilish interruptions with more intensity to counteract the increased stimulation, but still unaided by her biotic power. The square patch of black leather always struck the full meat of his buttocks, or the tender flesh of his thighs with a harsh <em>crack</em>. She knew just where to strike; where some patch of skin lay untouched, or had been ignored for too long, she struck it, always invigorating the buzz of pain to its fullest.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya carefully watched the expression in his eyes. Even without bonding with his mind, she could get some sense of what he was feeling. What she saw was a homogeneous mix of emotions. Neither fear nor bliss, but something hazy in between. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes and letting his scent take over her senses. Again, like his taste, it was familiar: that of a human, plain, with no evolved pheromones like her own that were assaulting his own senses. The scent was spiced with his own unique flavor and arousal.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You’re going to come for me, Jax, and you’re going to come hard,” she purred in his ear. At the same time, the pace of her hand increased by twofold, turning into a blur of pale blue across his cock while the hand wielding the crop remained constant. “You’re going to climax the hardest you ever have in your life. Because that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Come for <em>her</em>. This was <em>her</em> orgasm, merely given to him.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>16-12-2011, 19:27:09</strong>
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				As a Marine Vanguard, Jax Darron had always had an intimate relationship with the tools of the job – field-collapsable mass accelerator weapons, combat hardsuits, tactical drones. Even today he could have stripped and reassembled a Hahne-Kedar M-21 Storm shotgun blindfolded. As a man, however, his relationship with his own 'tool' had been less exacting. Like most guys he assumed it was a matter of inserting Unit A into Slot B and oscillating until mission accomplished. Matriarch T'Shana was showing him, in graphic detail, how much more there was to learn about his own body, its sensations and reactions – not to mention his mind.<br><br>“Ohhhrgh.... goddd...” he flinched, eyes screwing shut, teeth clenching and lips pulling back in a grimace of overwhelming pleasure. Her hand twisted and stroked at a businesslike pace, hardening him beyond belief until ever twitch of his needy cock was reflected in a lurch of his shoulders, a squeeze of his buttocks, a toss of his head. His whole body responded to her touches, the sensual and the sadistic, like a horse being broken. “Ahhhn-ohhhh,” Jax breathed roughly, the corners of his mouth lifting involuntarily, his eyes rolling back as her fingers expertly slid over the sensitive spot under his cockhead, encircled his frenulum and brushed his testes, exacerbating the dull pleasure-pain ache there. He'd never known his manhood could experience so much arousal, that it had so many erogenous zones! With just her hand, the asari had made every other sexual experience of his comparatively short life seem amateurish and stumbling... and he craved more.<br><br>“Yes!” he cried out, agreeing fervently and begging for the orgasm she described simultaneously. “Yuh-yuh-yuh-yuh-YES!” The pull of her hand and the push of the crop forced his imminent orgasm forward, and it filled his mind and body, swelling and pulsing in his belly and flowing into his cock, which strained and twitched desperately. Urgent pleasure raced along every nerve like lightning, and a growling roar of climax rumbled up from the primal depths as she brought him to that inescapable peak, turning him into an avatar of sensations rather than a sentient being...
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-12-2011, 20:12:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Centuries of forcing a being to orgasm at her touch had attuned Illarya to the various sensations and tells of many different species. There were many such tells with humans, some subtle, others not. The way his back began to arc, his increase in breathing, the flex of his sex in her tight grip, and even the pitch of his voice allowed her to pinpoint the exact moment of his release. It was in an instant that he reached his climax, and it was that same moment she struck with a grace befitting her experience and cunning.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As soon as Jax cried out, she ceased the crop against his ass, instead pushing her hand to the small of his back, her focus going to the single purpose of generating a mass effect field. There was a thrum over his cry, and a blue glow enveloped his body, which suddenly cracked loudly in the still seductive darkness of her personal bedchambers, and then everything went quiet save for a faint hum. Like many biotic techniques, a stasis field had different applications, and different methods of generation depending on how one generated the field. Some paralyzed muscles, others numbed the nervous system.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hers, however, served to lock the muscles, using his own nervous system and anatomy to continue feeding the electric charge that powered the stasis field to every cell in his body. It wasn’t enough to sustain it, so she needed to maintain her inner focus to hold the field together, but that wasn’t the point. In the midst of his orgasm, his cock remain clenched and flexed. Even more was what couldn’t be seen, the signals of pleasure being sent and sent in one long, unending stream. The channels that were feeding him pleasure had been locked open for as long as she saw fit, tethered to her mind.<br><br>She had timed it well, so well, in fact, that it had to have been perfect. The first jet of his semen was just beginning to spurt out from the tip of his cock, glowing blue in the net of her field. The gentle hum and soft blue glow around his body seemed serene, almost peaceful, but she knew what was going on inside his mind was anything but peaceful.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Slowly, Illarya moved around to his back, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning in to place her chin in the crook of his neck. His body was still warm to the touch, but buzzed with an energy similar to static; her breasts pressed into his back, instantly becoming hard as they tingled. In the reflection she had him so dutifully stare at during his milking, she locked eyes with him. Perhaps he could make out her face, perhaps not. It depended on if his eyes were focused when she initiated the field. She did know, however, that his hearing remained, at least to some degree. The field didn’t extend deep enough to interfere with the inner ear.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I know you can hear me, Jax,” she purred softly, lips against his ear. “I want you to focus on how slowly time seems to move. Listen to the sound of my voice, the way it drips like honey over the rush of your orgasm. You’re body can’t stop, and won’t stop, until I allow it. You’ve experienced a lifetime of pain. Now you will experience a lifetime of pleasure in just these few moments.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>25-12-2011, 19:22:22</strong>
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				Dissociation. Who was that naked figure in the mirror, his swollen, red member being stroked by deft blue fingers? Sensations were happening, like a tempest that battered Jax too and fro, but he couldn't... draw... the link between the groaning, sweating, aching man he saw in front of him and the cooly sexual asari that played his body like an instrument, creating just the symphony of anguish and ecstasy she desired. A spasm of pleasure wracked the stranger's body, making him twist and yearn towards her hand, and a thunderhead of overwhelming sensation likewise boiled up in Jax's frenzied mind. The crop snaked across and bit at the figure's back, thighs and ass, and Jax was struck with lightning bolts of pain. Was there a connection?<br><br>Body and soul were forcibly reunited when, at the very point where the apex of the mountain becomes a tumbling hurtling exhilarating slope of no return, he felt an immensely powerful mass effect field ensnare him. Stasis was a rare technique amongst human biotics; only the most powerful adepts could muster the massive energy and fine control necessary to systematically block movement at the cellular, molecular or nervous levels. For a man who disliked helplessness and confinement, the sensation of being wrapped in a gravitic envelope and made into a living statue was one of instant, explosive terror. But she had robbed him of even the basic physiological fear-responses; his eyes couldn't widen, his sweat pores couldn't dilate, even his heart could beat no faster than her field allowed. T'Shana had taken his freedom of movement, his freedom to act as he wished, and now the freedom of his own animal reactions. All he could do was feel. Feel. <strong>FEEL.</strong><br><br>It was orgasm in its purest form, without the distractions of thrashing, moaning and cumming. Just Jax, his nerves and his brain, caught in a loop of unendurable pleasure extended indefinitely. He was plunging down a waterfall that never ended, a perpetual stream of that one sweetest moment of male climax denied and drawn-out at once. It was a gunshot in an echo chamber, blasting his senses and repeating, growing louder and louder and louder. Frozen almost utterly motionless, beneath the glassy glow of the statis field the Matriarch had captured a storm of bliss and bound it into Jax.<br><br>He wanted to writhe in pleasure, to reel in pain. He couldn't. She'd barely left him enough subsurface mobility for his saccades, the microadjustments of the eyes that enabled vision. The man watched from a quagmire of pleasure as the asari stalked around him, like a sculptress admiring her latest work. <em>La Petite Mort d'Galatea</em>. Blue eyes rolled in the paralysed moan-snarl face he had been making as she coaxed out his orgasm, silently pleading. <em>Pleasepleasepleaseohgodpleasemoremoremorepleasepleasepleasestopstopstopletmeletmeletmego/come/go/come/go/come!</em><br><br>Where moments (minutes? hours?) ago the rhythm of&nbsp; fingers and crop had put him into an almost out-of-body trance, Jax was now utterly fused to his flesh – but powerless to control it in even the least way, a passenger in his plaything/object lesson for the Matriarch. With a mix of anxiety and arousal he wondered how she might amuse herself with his rigid form.<em>Pleasepleasepleasereleaseme/don'tstop/releaseme/don'tstop!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>26-12-2011, 06:01:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya nuzzled against Jax’s frozen neck, relishing the tingle of the biotic field across his skin. Her arms explored his chest, still warm and tingling with energy. Every time she traced a finger across his abdomen, the blue glow vanished briefly in its wake, only to fill in instantly. A pleasurable tickle, like that of static, teased at her nerve endings as it ran up and down the lines of his muscles, still frozen in mid-clench.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“It starts as simple pleasure,” she coaxed, “but how quickly it becomes something more. Pleasure becomes anxiety, fear, madness even, when you stare it long enough in the face. The same things as pain, Jax.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She briefly reflected on what kind of power she held, and what kind of damage she could cause the mind. A stasis field was akin to pressing pause on a vid player; the movement merely stopped, though no harm was caused. One could simply remove the field, and mass, momentum, and other forces would simply resume as they had been in their initial state. The same could not be said for the mind, however, the signal and pleasure of an orgasm methodically being sent again and again to no end. Just how long could a human mind endure the onslaught before it fried the biologic circuitry? She could meditate, and as some asari could, maintain the link for a century; several lifetimes, in his condition, all at the mercy of unending pleasure and ecstasy.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“How long has it felt?” she murmured. “Hours perhaps? Longer? Remember what I said, Jax, about how the nights of Illium can pass in an instant.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya reached down further, toying with the rigid hardness of his flexing cock, poking around the tingling, spongy head where the hot jet of semen still sat halted as it began to spurt out of his cock. His body still seemed frozen like a statue. What would she see if she tried to meld with his mind in this state?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eventually, she counted off two minutes from when she initiated the field, then wrapped her arms around his chest gently to support him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Prepare yourself, Jax. The rush will be unlike anything you have ever felt in your life…”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;However, as she severed the link to the field with her mind, she knew that simply wasn’t true. She had brought him to the peak of both pleasure and pain, but he had yet to experience her body with the knowledge of both.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>31-12-2011, 07:18:42</strong>
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				It was like some ghoulish experiment; reverse-torture through unbearable pleasure with no way to relieve or express the sensations. Orgasm (or orgasms... was it one or many blurred together?) ricocheted from his cock to his brain, his fingers to his toes, explosive bliss becoming burning intensity becoming a fit, a seizure of screaming ecstasy. Even through the riot of throttled coming he could feel her hand curl across the motionless ripples of his abdomen, cool and smooth where his own flesh felt hot and bristling.<br><br>Jax felt like nothing so much as a mannequin for Illarya to dress up in sensations for her own amusement. Even bound and beaten, whipped and bruised he had been able to fight the pain or submit to its flow, and had at least the freedom to cry our or grit his teeth. But this... this... was a gift you craved but it kept coming and coming until it was too much, you were drowning in it. Hot-frozen mid writhe, his eyes bulged and rolled as much as they could in the mass effect field, as the man gibbered and screamed and moaned in his own head at the joy that <em>would not end</em>.<br><br><em>I have no mouth and I must scream. I have a cock and I cannot cum.</em><br><br>Both barely and acutely aware of T'Shana past the throes of his sexual oubliette, Jax tried to follow her in his mind's eye, to gaze imploringly at her in the mirror, to reach out his thoughts if there was even a sliver of a chance the spacer's tall tales of asari telepathy were true. <em>Please, Matriarch, please please please... Yes, yes, it feels like hours, days, weeks, forever, and it hurts, it hurts so good.</em><br><br>Jax's own relatively unsophisticated biotics flared as the alien dominatrix's arms curled around him. He pushed at the stasis field from within and managed to loosen it enough for a tiny flutter of his cheek muscle, a feverish moan from deep in his throat. But when T'Shana released it, his whole body went into convulsions. Legs turned to jelly but kicked at the floor, and his taut-muscled framed lurched back against her embrace – startlingly strong for a creature so graceful and feminine. The long-held breath exploded from his lips in a string of cries so visceral they were like sobs: “<strong>Uhwhhh! UHHHWHHH! AWHHHUHHH!</strong>”<br><br>The dam of climax that had built up pressure and overtopped a hundred times over burst. Jax sprawled back against T'Shana, his face a contorted, hopeless grimace of pleasure so consuming he looked more anguished than at any time during his earlier punishment. Orgasm wrenched him in a whole-body jerk, making him double over like he'd been gut-punched. The human's cock, swollen and crimson fluttered and gushed like a severed artery, bleeding white. Howling inarticulately Jax came in thick, ropey geysers, gasping and twitching with every forceful spurt that spattered on the floor and left him in a drained, aching haze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>31-12-2011, 17:49:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;First Illarya felt the spasm run through his body, the memory of his muscles before their frozen state continuing the orgasm. Then it flexed as the pleasure, and pressure, caught up with it, and she felt the powerful climax rip through his body from head to toe, or rather the end of the prolonged climax. When he jerked forward, his hands contorted against the sheer black fabric of her skin suit, still locked in their leather embrace. His cock sprayed a hot jet of his seed in an arc onto the carpet. Even without continued stimulation, he emptied everything in several hard spurts. It was a shame to waste it on the floor; Illarya would have relished the hot soak against her breasts.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;However, as she expected, she crumpled in her arms, legs giving way from exhaustion. She might have been over eight centuries his senior, but in no way did that hinder her physical fitness, and she supported him while the frenzy of his orgasm faded. Such a technique could inflict temporary, sometimes lasting, psychological damage, but she sensed Jax was strong enough to withstand it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Carefully, she lowered him to a sitting position on the cool silk of the foot of her bed, embracing him lightly. His body was racked with sweat, muscle spasms still twitching from the after effects of the stasis field and the orgasm. Her hand cupped his cheek, pressing his head against her pale blue breasts and holding it there as if they were plush azure pillows. The matronly action was a stark contrast to the pain she had inflicted earlier.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Be still, Jax, and breathe in deep my scent,” she said quietly. “Remember my words, and how pleasure has the same face as pain. Unrelenting pain can cause madness and harm to the body and mind, but the same can be said of pleasure. The teachings of Siari say that all is one, but there must be balance as well. The balance you seek is why you came to me, no?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 18:18:02</strong>
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				Jax barely felt it as he was lowered to his knees, then a sprawling seat on the floor; aftershocks of pleasure had rendered his limbs dull and insensate, and he went down like a puppet with its strings cut. His eyes, likewise, were wide but blind, unable to focus past the haze of raw, orgasm-ravaged nerves. Sweat prickled and dried on his skin, the flush highlighting the savagely dainty lashes and welts left on his lower body, and he panted for breath until his lips and tongue were able to frame something other than a scream or groan.<br><br>“Mmm... mayyy...matriarch,” the marine finally sighed, shaking his sore body and wriggling uncomfortably against the chafing leather straps. His shoulders canted towards her, desperate and grateful for the comfort of the arms that had wielded the crop, the biotic slap and his now-wilted cock with such cruelty and effectiveness. Part of him was sure he should have pulled away from her haughty power, but the ego-ablating effects of unbearable pain and unendurable pleasure left him shocked and pliable. He laid his head against the supple warmth of her breasts and sighed, inhaling her rich and subtly potent scent; lavender, cream, and a dozen unnameable alien volatiles and essences.<br><br>He groaned in agreement, almost a chuckle at her words. It was hard to reconcile philosophy when he felt like he'd just been taken to hell and back, then to heaven and left just inside its threshold for half an eternity (was that why asari called it that? was it like that for them <em>all the time</em>?). Jax liked his parched lips, the tip of his tongue inadvertently brushing Illarya's breast, near the indigo areola. “Yeh... yes, Matriarch T'Shana. But I still don't understand... where does the balance come in when it's my bio-amp malfunctioning? Am I supposed to just treat that... that skull-cracking neuralgic seizure as another form of <em>pleasure</em>?”<br><br>Jax's brow creased against her chest, as he sensed that this wasn't an issue that would be entirely clear or resolved from one session. He wasn't sure whether to greet that prospect with dread or excitement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 21:16:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya wove her fingers into his hair, feeling the sweat and tension on his scalp. In her earlier years, learning patience with clients such as Jax was something she had to grasp and master. Humans were so short lived compared asari. They lacked the experience necessary to truly understand some things of the galaxy, even with the newest medicines improving lifespan by decades. Perhaps it was a shortcoming of their species, but one that was easily dwarfed by many other unique qualities.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Perhaps,” she offered at his suggestion. “But a solution is unique, like a key in a lock; what may be possible may not be plausible for you. But rather than simply turn one sensation to pleasure, accept the pain, learn from it, and embrace it. You have been cursed with pain, but it can be turned to a blessing.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She held his head against her breasts for a few minutes longer, and when she felt that he had collected himself enough, she pulled him away. Her hands went to the unyielding leather straps that bound him physically, slowly and gently undoing the straps. First she released the neck cuff, then the ones that bound his wrists behind him and discarded the apparatus behind them on the sheets of the bed. The inside of the cuffs were warm and moist with his sweat. She massaged the afflicted region of his neck with her comparatively cool hands.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The night grows late, Jax. No more for tonight. I have inflicted a generous sampling of both pain and pleasure, and it requires that you meditate before we can continue.” She leaned forward, planting her purple lips onto his in a soft kiss. “Had I wished to turn you to a gibbering fool, you would still be bound within my stasis field, but it would be a shame to waste such a fine specimen of your species. Return to me tomorrow, at this same time. Think on what I have told you thus far; until you fully understand, you will be unable to pleasure me to the fullest.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>04-01-2012, 20:11:19</strong>
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				Jax's heart, resting against T'Shana's thigh gradually eased its traumatised pounding. A soothing, but exhausted kind of coolness flowed through his limbs as the asari unbound them, and he slowly worked his joints, rolling his head around before bringing it back to rest on her sumptuously exposed bust. He groaned slightly as her fingers worked over the chafed skin, then chuckled raspily. <em>A generous helping</em> indeed.<br><br>He turned his head up in surprise as she lifted his face for a kiss, but responded with relief and passion. “Mnnn...ghhh,” he groaned as she parted, the thought of being indefinitely bound in that extended moment of pleasure sending a jolt of fear – and arousal – down his spine. Cautiously, the soldier shifted his weight, testing whether his legs were trustworthy again. Find them acceptable, he rose in a flow of naked, red-lashed muscle, swaying a little before setting his feet in a wide, balanced stance. He listened to her concluding remarks, watching her with the eyes of a half-domesticated creature; enticed by the attraction of being controlled,secure; skittish of being used, broken.<br><br>“I will. Think on it. Thank you...Matriarch,” he stumbled, bobbing his head and backing away. Jax stooped, picking up his discarded clothing with a twinge of pain through his back and legs,and gave the asari one last look before retreating to the elevator. He had come for answers, but left feeling more confused than ever.<br><br><hr><br>The coffin hotel shook in the gravitic wake of a freighter rising overhead. It was near the docks, cramped, insalubrious; just about the cheapest available accommodations in Nos Astra. The tiny pods could just about hold a human, asari or salarian; a turian would have to curl up to even fit, and a krogan wouldn't make it through the door. Jax moved through the crowd, the city's teeming, festering population at odds with the soaring asari architecture, like venal gremlins had invaded a slice of heaven. Already, the session with Matriarch T'Shana seemed like half a dream and half a nightmare. He couldn't believe how fast twilight had turned to dawn.<br><br>Jax finally made it to his assigned pod and ducked in with a sigh, sealing the flimsy plastic hatch behind him. He ducked and went to sit on the bed, but it was like he'd backed into a web of hot wires; a spidery grid of pain erupted through his ass, thighs and back, making him hiss through his teeth. Groaning, he flopped down onto his side, but his shoulders were sore from the restraints pulling them back, and putting weight on one was unbearable. Rolling onto his front Jax grunted again; lying face down put weight on his strained and exhausted manhood, but at least it was a dull, aching pain rather than the sharp spice of the welts or torsioned joints.<br><br>He lay, his face buried in the stinking pillow, his body fatigued enough to crave sleep but still sparking and raw from the treatment it had received. Dimly, Jax thought he could hear waves crashing on the shore. Illium had seas, he thought. He'd seen them as the shuttle descended. Was Nos Astra built on the coast? He couldn't remember. But soon he realised that the noise was not external; it was the sound of a migraine crashing against his brainstem. Jax's finger's snarled in the sheets as a nauseating, shuddering force rolled through his head, a tide of sewage crowned by lightning pain. Not the most severe attack, but relentless, life-eroding pain.<br><br>The man ground his teeth, his face knotted in a grimace of anguish. <em>Pain was a part of life</em>, T'Shana had said. At least, he thought she had. It was getting hard to remember. <em>Accept it, learn its lessons</em>. What was the lesson here? Don't trust Alliance doctors? Don't let the government jam a lowest-bidder brain implant into your skull?<br><br>Jax lay in the dark as Nos Astra began its day outside his coffin-pod, wrestling with the sensations and hungering for the next session.<br><br><hr><br>“Welcome back, Mr. Darron,” Juna Lehoss said serenely as Jax Darron walked back in to the lobby. She tactfully didn't mention the fact he was late for his appointment; that was the Matriarch's prerogative to make an issue of or not.<br><br>“Thanks,” the human answered, approaching the desk and placing his credit chip on the register. He gazed at the little block of circuitry dully. That was the last of his funds, the very last of everything. He'd spent the early evening visiting Nos Astra's many pawn brokers, selling off what little gear and few trinkets he had left from his travels to make up the shortfall for the Matriarch's astronomical fee. Maybe he should have used it for passage on a ship, to get off this planet that thrived on chewing up the impoverished and spitting out the bones. But... no, he needed this, craved this in ways he couldn't quite explain.<br><br>Juna's fingers danced over the holo-tactile display, and she nodded as the funds were slurped out of the chip. “Thank you. You may proceed up.” Jax pocketed the chip and moved towards the elevator once more, ascending in a crystalline bullet to T'Shana's penthouse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 01:04:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The page from Juna came in on her data tablet. It seemed Jax was running a little late.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya was seated this time in a plush leather chair near the wet bar, a small cocktail table near her shins. An identical chair sat across from her, also overlooking the Nos Astra skyline. Again, Tasale, the star at the center of the system, had begun to sunk low over the horizon, seeming to illuminate the extensive city even further. The day seemed so tame and calm compared to the night, and what enticed her was that transition to the decadent Illium nightlife and vices that happened at dusk.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her previous client had been late that afternoon, granting her a rare moment to mediate and unwind between sessions, which were usually back to back. A young asari maiden had paid her a visit, desiring the adventurous life of a hired mercenary. She was young and full of vigor, as most maidens were, but Illarya sensed hesitations and reservations the moment she introduced herself. As she suspected, the maiden wanted to experience pain, pure and undiluted. So she did. Illarya honored her request, and for several hours, she subjected the girl to the most base forms of pain, both unforgiving and calculated. No matter how much the maiden struggled in her bonds, or shrieked into her gag for her to stop, Illarya administered the cane to her posterior until it was raised with welts. Leather crops found the tender areas of her inner thighs and sex, as well as her breasts. She pointed her in the direction of a mercenary’s life of pain, but whether she followed it as she hurriedly left the room, half dressed and sobbing, was not up to her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After the session, Illarya slipped on a black silk robe over her skinsuit. It was just long enough to graze her ankles, and was as sheer as could be, translucent even, and tied lazily at her navel with a thin cord. The pale blue of her exposed sex and breasts seemed to glow dully beneath the fabric. When the time for Jax’s session came closer, she poured two glasses of wine, consulting the skyline of Nos Astra as she waited deep in thought. Now that his mind had been given time to take in the experience, he could be a very changed man. Or not.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The elevator in the antechamber just outside her penthouse chimed, and shortly after, the door hissed open and Jax stepped in.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya granted him a polite smile from her seat. “Hello again Jax. Thank you for joining me.” She motioned to the other seat with a tip of her hand. “Why don’t you come join me so we can begin?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 18:38:06</strong>
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				<em>Thank god for genetic engineering,</em> Darron thought wryly as he stepped off the lift into the amber and violet and burgundy firestorm of Illium twilight. The whip-marks on his back had healed into a tight mesh of thin scars, and the bruises on his ass and legs were blue-grey ghosts of their former selves, thanks to his Alliance enhanced recuperation modifications. Still, there was a stiffness in his gait, and his wrists itched where they'd chaffed against leather as he – compulsively, if not willingly –&nbsp; returned to the site of his first subjugation.<br><br>He glanced out the great arc of the window as he passed, watching the arcologies and skyscrapers gleam, the lower domes and plazas of the massive city buzz and glow with activity. Jax had to wonder about how much power T'Shana held in Nos Astra. Matriarchs were usually advisers, elders, power brokers. Was she one of the figures pulling the strings to which the crowds below danced, or where her interests more... personal, more corporeal?<br><br>His eyes were quickly drawn away from such ruminations, though, when he heard her voice. The sight of her, lush and sensual and clad in translucent shadows made him inhale sharply, his eyes sketching her curves and elegant poise as if he'd forgotten, or could not believe, he'd seen the previous night. Jax knew he was late, though, and even as he swallowed and ogled the lack of recriminations was both relieving and enough to make him wary of what might be in store.<br><br>“Good evening, Matriarch,” he said cautiously, approaching the seat and swinging himself around into it. Moulding his spine to the ergonomic curve and putting weight on his buttocks made him bite down on a groan. He blinked, then fixed an eagerly anxious look on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 19:12:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One look at him as he sat down told her that she had worked the pain in deep. Humans were soft-skinned, like the asari themselves. Bruising after sessions was common, marks stayed visible for days, sometimes weeks. Upon request, she had even permanently scarred clients, or those under her indentured servitude. Thicker skinned species might have been able to hide her sessions better, but for them, pain imprinted on the muscles and bones was easy.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya placed her hands in her lap, running her eyes up and down his form. He was familiar, something rare for her, but not unheard of. His posture spoke only of soreness with hints of trepidation; he knew what was going to happen, yet he voluntarily returned to continue. Commendable. He truly must have desired the peace of mind she was offering him in regards to his pain.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I would just like to say thank you again for returning, Jax,” she said again. “Perhaps you don’t realize it, but it’s a remarkable show of strength and sacrifice. I see that Juna has already credited the session, which is difficult for a man of your standing. I will personally see to it that you are refunded appropriately after we are done.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She reached out and picked up the flute of wine from the curve of its glass, spinning the sensuous purple liquid inside with a skilled twist of her wrist, and then brought it to her lips to drink deeply. The taste and scent of the fermented Thessian wine flooded her nose, mouth and throat, tangy, yet smooth with a gentle bite. After a drink, she lowered the flute from her lips and considered him again. Her lips were again painted purple, in a hue that dimly reflected the ambient light, the same hue that painted the nails on her fingers. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Perhaps you also don’t know the advantage that you hold,” she said mildly, swirling the wine. “You know my bite and my touch, both still fresh in your mind. That means I must work harder, think differently to control the situation. You may consider it a small token of submission on my part…however, it is another lesson for you to meditate on: we can only control our dominance when we secure our submission.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After another sip of her wine, she set the flute down. Outside, the rows of vehicles glowed in their sky lanes as the rest of Nos Astra, and Illium, went about its life. Illarya leaned back and crossed one long leg from beneath the sheer robe, skinsuit creaking silently as she settled deeper into the chair.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Now, Jax, why don’t you tell me what you’ve learned about my lesson to you? What have you learned from your pain, my pain, and pleasure?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 09:36:51</strong>
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				Willpower was much like stamina. Stress and coercion drained one's mental reserves as surely as exertion and physical duress tired the body, as every good interrogator knew. T'Shana might have reduced both Jax's mind and flesh to panting masses of sensate pliability the previous evening, but in the mean time his training, augmentations and natural resilience had restored a measure of both endurance and confidence. Some of the former defiance and autonomy glinted in his blue eyes as he watched the Matriarch, but he would not again make the mistake of underestimating or directly disrespecting her in her own lair. The simile she herself had made was apt; one shouldn't tug the tail of a sleeping varren.<br><br>Jax's brows arched up as she spoke, and his lips opened slightly. “Refunded?” he grunted, confused and then almost offended. “I didn't come here as a beggar, T'sh... Matriarch.” He frowned, rubbing one palm against the back of the other hand and glancing down from her to the floor as irritation and embarrassment warred. “Your services are prec... valuable, and shouldn't be given away without compensation. I...” <em>Don't want to feel any more in your power than I already do.</em> He didn't say it out loud, but with his spine held ramrod-stiff and the awkward way he avoided her gaze, it was clear to anyone with eight hundred odd years of experience reading alien species what his feelings were. Only the krogen could match humanity in terms of fierce, almost pathological need for independence – and pride.<br><br>And, maybe, he didn't entirely trust her yet.<br><br>The gently superior generosity of her gesture rankled with Jax, making him fidget, and renewing his sense of, hah, <em>alienation</em>. He looked up and around the penthouse again, taking in the coiled abstract sculptures, gleaming xeno-marble surfaces, glittering wall hangings and vast windows. Inevitably, his eyes were drawn back to Illarya, too. Her grace, her artfully careless sexual power, her justifiable haughtiness... like her surroundings, the asari served to remind him of his own cultural and physical crudity. He was angry and afraid of her strength, biotic, mental, and otherwise, and yet some part of him craved the taste of blue flesh on his tongue, the feel of her lash and collar and that transcendent bliss she had offered where there was no more pain or confusion.<br><br>As if triggered by his turmoil of lust and reticence, Jax's bioamp began to pulse in his skull, driving an electric needle of pain through his temple. He grimaced, reaching up to massage his head absently with the heel of his palm. “I don't know,” the vanguard admitted gruffly. “You... you're pain and pleasure, I don't know.” His mind was filled with fleeting memories of a body arched under his tongue, moans culminating; the image was rent with black lightning as the migraine developed. “My pain... 'is something I have to accept'. I was hoping for more than platitudes,” he added glumly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 19:04:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though Jax expressed his distaste, and to some degree, embarrassment for her compensation, Illarya simply looked past it. Human pride was fickle, nothing more. It was something that merely got in the way, and she had seen it in nearly every human client she had serviced, to some degree. She was coming out no less ahead than if she reached out and plucked a hair from his body. Nos Astra’s latest gossip columns listed her as one of the top wealthiest asari on Illium, and unlike most of her competitors, her funds went more into inter-system charities and donations than personal well-being. That wasn’t to say she didn’t live a <em>very</em> comfortable life, however.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She nodded at part of what he said. “Acceptance is a very important part of many things. Overcoming addiction, emotional frailty, even death itself...”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a cool, practiced motions, she uncrossed her legs, drained her glass of wine, then stood up and circled the table. The hem of her robe swished silently, her suit giving out nary a creak of sound. She could all but see the affliction from his amp, the way his body language shifted and called attention to it. Gently, her hands to his away from the spot, one caressing it gently with her fingers. The other hand cupped against his cheek, running across the stubble that was still there.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I see you have yet to accept the pain, however,” she continued. The front of her robe parted slightly, allowing her to tip his head back to rest against her bare navel. “If you had, you would not be here this evening. If you cannot accept it, then you reject pleasure as well.” Her hand left his cheek, and instead, her index finger probed near his lips, slipping into the warmth of his mouth entirely. “Suck,” she commanded softly, but firmly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You see, Jax, it’s quite simple,” she lectured, probing her finger in and out. “The stronger the pain, the greater the pleasure. Only until we truly experience agony can we experience bliss. It is a difficult concept to comprehend, but think of a world without pain; stagnant, unchanging. We wouldn’t know the wonders we felt every day, nor would we feel the unending agony if all we felt is pain. As living beings, we are both gifted and cursed with feeling both.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 19:15:36</strong>
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				Eyes slipping out of focus as they concentrated on the invisible neuralgic world, it took Jax a moment to realise that Illarya had circled around to his seat. He didn't protest as she moved his hand away, and even gave a sigh of appreciation as her cool fingers ran over his temple and her palm cupped his cheek. There was such surety, such a refined power in those digits that he seemed to draw strength from them.<br><br>Resting the back of his skull against her belly, Jax was able to look up and see the formidable, enticing swells of T'Shana's breasts hanging over him. The sight, her words and the soothing yet arousing contact rekindled an entirely different sensation in the root of Jax's brain and sent it coursing down his spine, into his fingers and toes and pooling below his stomach. Reject pleasure... well, he didn't want to do that...<br><br>The touch to his lips made him start, and for a moment the man turned his head away. Being told to <em>suck</em>, just like that, sounded so demeaning! And yet he found his mouth opening slightly, enveloping the tip of her digit and swallowing more as she pressed it in. His tongue wavered against the nail, then slid along the pad of her finger, his lips pursing softly as he reluctantly sucked. She tasted strangely good. Had she been nibbling on some Illium finger-food delicacy before he arrives? Perhaps it was a some skin balm.<br><br>Jax's attentions refocused sharply as she continued, discussing <em>agony</em> now, not just <em>pain</em>. His limbs, joints and flesh whimpered insubordinately at the thought, remembering the discomforts already endured, but he focused past them, willing himself to overcome the trepidation. He felt a surge of anticipation and arousal at her words, too, and managed a “Mhhhm-hmmm” of agreement around her finger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 01:20:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya’s finger continued to slide in and out between his lips, buzzing as he could only grunt in affirmation to her dialogue. She coaxed the wet muscle of his tongue with her digit, exploring the surface and teasing it as she would any other part of his body. It had serviced her in multiple locations merely the night before. Had she desired, she could push further back and stimulate his gag reflex. It was another unexplored erogenous zone for some of the species, especially the females. Some men, however, found it equally as sensual, and if she could not exploit it for arousal, then she could for humiliation. Judging by Jax’s initial reaction, she deduced it was the latter for him…unless he was merely trying to misdirect her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally, she slowly withdrew her finger, the seal of his lips making a small but wet pop as it slid out, wet with a shiny, polished purple nail. Her other hand drifted briefly down the bare skin of his neck, rubbing into his shoulder before leaving entirely.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“It is time to begin again, Jax,” she said, turning her back to him so that she could slip the robe off, hanging it from a small hook on the wall. She turned to him with her hand on her hips, skinsuit highlighting every curve on her body while allowing her plush buttocks and voluminous breasts to spill forth, as well as the hairless, tight folds of her sexual organs. “Show me that you can embrace pain, and not be a slave to it. Then I will show you how to embrace pleasure, and not be a mere tool to tongue my posterior or sex.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Without so much as a beckon or a gesture, she turned on her foot, then walked to the stairway that led to her bedchambers. She was past the point of telling him what was required of him. One hand remained poised on the slope of her hip as they moved in a gentle roll. Each heeled boot was placed methodically in front of the other, nearly in a straight line were it measured, with no noticeable waver on the thick carpeting that ran along the first floor of her penthouse.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she had once again stepped into her bedchambers she turned and faced him from the foot of her bed, hands on her hips expectantly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 23:08:47</strong>
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				Even the way T'Shana walked exerted a power over her surroundings, not strutting cockily but gliding through the luxurious living space like a queen in her palace, a predator in her lair. Jax's eyes were dragged after her like two hungry wolves, briefly mesmerised by the way she swayed and seemed so unconcerned by his gaze or presence. The human licked his lips, almost feeling a lacuna, a gap where her finger had been probing, then rose to follow her.<br><br>“Yes, Matriarch.”<br><br>He stopped when the asari did and took a step back, caught off balance when no instruction came. Jax could surmise what came next, though, and quickly reached up to unsnap the buckles of his jumpsuit. He hadn't bothered with an undershirt this time, so his fair skin was exposed immediately as he rolled the garment down to his waist. A few red lines marked the toned muscle and the few softer patches of his anatomy were raw-looking from the strenuous cropping they had received. Jax pushed the jumpsuit down to his trim waist and then dropped it to the ground, stepping out and kicking his boots off at the same time. His heart rate increased the more skin was exposed; he felt like he was stripping off his battledress in enemy territory, becoming more vulnerable with ever moment. The thumping in his chest was matched by a crackling ache in his skull, and he nearly tripped as he bent down to fold the jumpsuit over and push it aside.<br><br>Jax hadn't been hard up till then, but as he stood in just his functional grey boxer-briefs, feeling that imperious blue gaze on him blood began to rush southwards. His member thickened and lengthened as he slid his underwear down his thighs, springing up under T'Shana's eyes with an eagerness that made him grunt. Naked now, Jax reached down one strong arm to balance on the carpet as he lowered himself to his knees, folding into a more compact form like an assault rifle being stowed.<br><br>Settling into the slightly sore position and letting his welted buttocks rest on his heels, the man's eyes drifted down from T'Shana's face, taking in the awe-inspiring vista of her bust and the tantalising window that exposed her sex. He wondered if she intended him to eat her out again, and his mouth watered at the prospect; but no, she'd said <em>pain first...</em><br><br>“I'm ready, Matriarch,” he said with a blend of trepidation and determination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 01:18:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Very good,” Illarya complimented when Jax finished stripping. “You know exactly what is expected of you, and you act without hesitation. It is something turians struggle with, due to their rigid upbringing. I admire adaptation in humanity…” She glanced down at his kneeling, yet determined form. “And I also see that you don’t hesitate in showing your desire for submission. You consider my words well.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She chose not to comment on his arousal. With her outfit, the setting, her pheromones, and what he had sampled the night before, she almost expected it without question. Anything less would be insulting.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her toys and instruments lay once again in neat rows along the vanity, organized even after her day sessions and his biotic temper from before. This time, she ignored the leather restraining harness, instead selecting a set of cuffs. Like the harness, they were made of tanned, supple leather. Each set locked together with solid iridium clips and a short chain, unbreakable to any species that had tasted her services. She took two sets, then returned to Jax, stepping before him so that his gaze was directed to her pelvis before she lifted it by the chin.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Up,” she commanded simply. “If I am to bring you to the brink of agony, then you must be properly restrained.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She led him to the foot of the bed, where she had prostrated herself to his mouth the night before, commanding him to stand spread eagle between the posts. She fastened a cuff snuggly around each wrist; tight enough that it didn’t slip, but not enough to cut the circulation to his hand. The iridium fastenings latched to deliberately placed loops, anchoring his arms above him. She squatted down, running a palm down his toned leg while lingering at the erogenous inner thigh, until she reached his ankle. She fastened the next cuff there, and like his wrists, secured the fastening to the bed post. When she had finished, his body was stretched out like an X at the foot of her bed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“A simple, yet effect form, is it not?” she asked lightly as she returned to the vanity. “Your entire body spread and open, every orifice available to me from almost every angle to take or give pleasure. I could tease you from my bed, cane you from behind, or inflict any number of delicacies upon your body without ever having to release you.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From a row of gags, she selected a simple ball gag, a dull pink sphere of synthetic rubber that glowed a little when the mood lightning of her penthouse touched it. She picked it up by its single strap, returning to him with it dangling from her fingers, then drew herself close from behind him. Her arms circled his torso, warm breasts flattening against his back as she pressed her groin to the still-lined curve of his ass. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I want you to ask for it, Jax,” she purred, lifting the gag in front of him so that he could see it, all the while cupping her chin into the crook of his neck, one smooth blue cheek against his stubble. “Ask for me to gag you, to take away the last bit of control you have and make you completely helpless.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 19:55:37</strong>
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				Jax was a little surprised by T'Shana's opinion of the turians. They had always seemed disciplined and regimented to him... maybe there was a marked difference between their behaviour on the battlefield and in the bedroom. He shook his head to dispel <em>that</em> image. Shoulders, spine and cock stiff, the man presented a combination of confidence and submission as he knelt on the carpet, watching her carefully. “Thank you, Matriarch,” he said automatically at her praise, feeling a warmth flush through his body. It surprised him... how was he so conditioned to seek her approval after just one session? Agony and ecstasy were powerful persuaders individually... applied expertly together, they were a universal solvent against resistance and an addictive drug to induce compliance.<br><br>The vagabond ex-marine watched as the asari prowled amongst her instruments, his brows raising slightly in anticipation and concern. He breathed a sigh of relief when she bypassed the previous night's three-point restraints; he still had chafe marks around his wrists and neck from them, and had quickly grown to loathe them. Jax briefly hoped that Illarya didn't pick up on that and use the restraints as an extra-special punishment for his disobedience. The cuffs she finally selected were a much less imposing choice, and he watched her approach, his gaze sinking down to the bare blue sleekness of her sex. From above, she could see his neck muscles tense and strain forward, as if to push his face into her azure, but he had not been ordered to do so an bitterly restrained himself.<br><br>He rose quickly, forgetting any lingering discomfort at the surge of adrenaline that filled his veins when the Matriarch indicated the session was about to commence. Jax's athletic form was soon chained to the upright frame of the bedposts, leaving him feeling like some kind of anatomical dummy, a display of musculature and proportion. He grunted as the first cuff was attached, but merely licked his lips and waited as the rest of his movement options were cut off. Despite this calm, he was unable to keep a tremor out of his voice when she explained – rather leeringly, he thought – about just how exposed his was. The skin between his shoulderblades squirmed, his toes curled and scrotum tightened protectively. “Yes, Matriarch,” he admitted. “I <em>feel</em> very vulnerable.”<br><br>Jax groaned huskily as she pressed into his back, the delicious cushions of her breasts, the way her firm hips snuggled against the hard, welted globes of his ass. His cock twitched violently, and his arms pulled tight at the unyielding cuffs in a torsion of muscle that ran from wrist to shoulder to pectoral and lateralus. “Ask you...?!” he breathed in alarm,before biting his tongue and swallowing the surge of fear. His bioamp drummed in his skull, making his brain feel like it was sloshing against the opposite wall of the bony vault, but after a long hesitation he opened his mouth again. <br><br>“Mistress... Matriarch... please gag me. Please put me at your mercy, unable to beg you to stop or scream for more. Please put me at your complete disposal.” Sweat trickled down the bridge of Jax's nose and he blinked hard to try and clear the stinging salt from his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 20:41:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya smiled behind him, wrapping her other arm around to take the gag in both hands. “Very good,” she praised, barely above a whisper. “Control your submission. Give it to me freely.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pressed the ball gag into his opened mouth gently, but her slender fingers pushed firmly until it settled behind his teeth, filling his mouth and depressing the tongue. The fastening was simple; a leather strap fed through a metal buckle at the base of the skull for a human, or against the scalp fringe of an asari. The maiden she worked earlier wore a similar gag, though her desire to be restrained as such was far more reluctant than Jax. She drew the strap through the buckle, slowly tightening it, then pushed forward gently on his head to bow it, working one last notch through the buckles prong before strapping it. When she was done, her fingers traced the line of the strap cutting into the corner of his mouth.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Perfect,” she declared, then returned to the vanity a third time. “As you so eloquently put, you are at my complete mercy. I’ve taken your freedom of movement, and while I respect your biotic talents, I am also aware of the human dependency for muscle memory when activating them. Your voice is mine as well, to silence as I see fit.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She ran her hand over toys, across crops of varying length and material, paddles designed to bruise soft flesh or dig beneath hardened scales. From the selection she took a single tailed whip, coiled like an alien predatory snake in wait. From the thick handle to the fine, wispy strands at the end, it was made from supple, oiled leather. She uncoiled it, draping the thicker lower end around her neck before strolling back to his restrained form.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You are fortunate that I have you in such a compromising position, and not someone more…<em>brutish</em>,” she said. From within, she stirred her biotics a little, not enough to generate a field or glow of dark energy, and when she touched his back, a small spark snapped as the energy equated between the contact of pale and blue flesh. From there, she traced her finger down his back, letting it whisper off just as it reached the cleft of his buttocks. The absence of her touch did not linger long, as she drew close again and wrapped her arm around his waist. In dainty steps, her fingers touched his engorged sex, then squeezed gently as if to test his hardness. The scent of his sweat and arousal filled her senses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 19:10:26</strong>
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				The gag was a uniquely uncomfortable sensation. As his jaw stretched, almost dislocating like a varren swallowing a hunk of meat, the rubber ball briefly stimulated his gag-reflex and choking anxiety. Jax retched, his stomach muscles clenching hard and fingers digging into palms as he restrained the impulse. When he recovered, he found his teeth and facial muscles being pushed wide from the inside into a foolish, gawping expression, and he mumbled something blocked and incoherent to the seductive Matriarch. His lips worked as far open and closed as the gag allowed, reacting to the touch of her finger.<br><br>T'Shana retreated out of his field of view, and the man hung like a side of beef, the cuffs clinking softly as he shifted his weight, trying to get comfortable in the upright spread-eagle position. His skin itched in nervous anticipation, and a drop of sweat was working its way from the roots of his shaggy blond hair, down his spine, into the cleft of his firm ass. A hysterical giggle bubbled up but what silenced by the gag when she told him he was lucky it was her that had him bound like this! He didn't feel her biotics gather, so the spark of static electricity made him lurch against his bonds savagely and give a muffled yell. He twisted, disciplined enough not to seek to avoid her touch, not fighting the restraints, but merely writhing in place as she traced the sweat-drop's trail.<br><br>Jax inhaled sharply through his nostrils as T'Shana's arm suddenly held him in a half-embrace, his muscular midsection arching gently against her elbow. If it was hardness she was measuring, she would not find him wanting; the scent of her washed through his blood, tempering his cock till it was as rigid as a vanadium-steel bar sheathed in warm velvet. His chest rose and fell as he became quite still, eyes wide, riveted on her touch with no way to express it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 23:00:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With one last firm press of her fingers, Illarya’s fingers left Jax’s cock. “For later,” she promised, then withdrew her body from his, taking a few steps back to give her room to compensate for the whip.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whip work was difficult to master, with a variety of different techniques and styles, but as a matriarch, time was in abundance. More often than not, the item itself instilled more fear than anything else, but in the proper hands, a single tail whip could easily inflict anything from gentle kiss to the most numbing pain the nerves could offer.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She let the whip uncoil to the floor. Its leather was supple and bendy, but as a whole, the entire strand was stiffer than one might expect. The thick handle rested easily in her palm, her other hand anchoring further up the braiding, and with a gentle rock of her hips and arms, began to swing it back and forth. It took a pass or two, but eventually the whip swung to its full arc, and after a few more passes, began to hiss in its sinister voice:<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>Thip-thip-thip-thip…</em><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sound grew louder and louder, until it was nearly a crack in the air behind him. With another gentle roll of her hips, she leaned forward, and with a loud <em>snap</em> the leather tail snicked across the skin of his lower back. She backed off nearly immediately, letting the tail snap behind him harmlessly, but just as quickly let it kiss a new spot over his kidney. The lashes became more and more frequent, but each time, she controlled the swinging braid of leather, continuously focusing it on his back.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>Thip-thip-SNAP-thip-SNAP-SNAP-thip-SNAP…</em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As more and more strikes landed, the lines began to rise on his pale skin. The first ones turned pink, then red and chapped as the whip left its mark, eventually blossoming into a welt. Within seconds, half a dozen new lines stretched horizontally from his back to his shoulders. An expert turn of her wrist forced the black strand lower, the next few passes adding new lines to the fading ones against his buttocks. Here, the snap was particularly harsh, finding the full meat of his ass as the tail of the whip curved around his hip.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>SNAP-SNAP-SNAP-thip-thip-SNAP-thip-SNAP…</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 18:55:30</strong>
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				There had been a book that was recommended reading back in Basic. Some piece of pre-Relay science fiction... hell, pre-<em>Space</em>, if he remembered the dates right... about how troopers in the future would jump out of starships in walking mechanised armour. Pity it never came true; Jax supposed it was still cheaper to just send grunts to die on some foreign planet than deck them out in walking tanks. But the thing that brought it to mind now had been the novel's favourable stance on corporal punishment. The protagonist had been strung up and whipped for some infraction, with the author's voice characters and narration lauding the barbarity as asocial cure-all. Jax wondered if that long-dead writer would have approved of the mix of apprehension and arousal that flooded him.<br><br>The whip coiled supersonically, his ball tightened defensively and he swallowed the saliva that was pooling behind the gag. Mostly apprehension.<br><br>Jax's head lurched from side to side, trying to peer out of the corner of his eyes over the ropey muscles of his shoulders back at the asari dominatrix, but she always seemed just out of his field of view. He fidgeted, his feet scraping on the carpet, fingers clenching and unclenching, waiting for the inevitable pain... nonetheless, the first lash came as asurprise, and he yelped: “Hhhhuuu!” through the gag, jerking violently.<br><br>Then came the next... and the next. The whip had the sharpness of the thin metal switch T'Shana had used, but the weight of a heavy paddle, and a speed greater than either due to length and leverage. Mass times speed squared divided by area. Every snap was like a hypodermic needle injecting pain deep through his flesh and muscle, and explosion of ripping pain at the skin, a shockwave of crushing force into his body.<br><br>Jax gaped and thrashed for a few more blows, then began to give a muffled howl of pain each time she brought the leather tongue to him The upright posts shook as he arched away from the whip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 20:54:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sounds Jax made were typical of any client she subjected to the whip: initial shock at the severity of a single bite of the tail, the attempt to fight it, and then gradually perpetual screaming. It was why she added the gag this time. Unlike the slow, but deliberate strokes of a cane, biotic enhanced or not, the whip was rigorous, relentless, and unyielding in pace.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya continued the rhythmic swing of the whip, the loud snaps against his skin sparingly interspaced with devious deliberate. Where the tail of the whip mercifully missed a tender patch of lined skin on his buttocks, it struck twice in quick succession against his back. The lines grew in number slowly, spreading up higher and higher on his back and lower on his ass as she worked the whip with expert flicks. No matter how much he arced away, the posts of her bed were designed to withstand species of far greater strength, and the tail simply followed him the mere inches he could move.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“This is pain, Jax,” she lectured over his muffled yells. “You feel this every day. It is no different than the pain I inflicted on you last night. You can’t escape me, like you can’t escape the pain of your amp. So what will you do? Will you let it conquer you, let it define you in ways that you are not?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Each loud snap against his skin was a tiny lesson. A particularly hard stroke landed against the meat of his ass, rippling the firm muscle with a powerful wave that left a thick red line. She turned her attention to focus mostly on the tender flesh worked from last night, content with the striping that now ran up his back. The remainder of her strikes now stung precise areas; the lower curve of his ass, the inner thighs, or the soft flesh just above the curve of his hip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 20:35:00</strong>
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				Distraction. That was Jax's problem. His own thoughts wandered in literary idylls, even as his body was strapped and lashed raw. It was a survival and endurance technique developed during Biotic Acclimation and Training and later on the frontlines in a half-dozen warzones. No matter what dingy foxhole or stark brain-camp cell he was hunkered down in, his mind could go to a safe place, ignoring bodily discomforts until he had to snap back into the moment to fight or test his powers. A useful kind of internal escapism, but he wasn't here to avoid the pain and stress of his life; he was here to be taught to face it, to accept it, to surmount it. Even the bio-amp provided a distraction from the raw, ripping pain of the whip, spreading the agony between two sites... though it was impossible to tell if this diffused it, or multiplied it.<br><br>“<em>Auuhhnnhhnn</em>,” Jax vocalised, his lips pulsing around the gag as he panted for breath. T'Shana's words stung him as harshly as the lash, and he groaned, defiantly tensing himself against the whip. But that only made it worse; hardened muscle transmitted the force of the blows so much better, spreading them in jagged waves through his flesh and making him convulse in pain. As the torment continued, the asari's sting finding impossible angles and vulnerable spots to ransack Jax shuddered, and slowly, with agonising difficulty uncoiled his body. He adopted the poise of a tree, bending with the wind, his frame bowing as far as the restraints would allow as she tore his back, ass and thighs open with welts, sweat effervescing on the raw nerves.<br><br>Even his moans and screams began to fade, falling into an undertone, then becoming no more than the snorts that were literally forced from his lungs by each impact. Hair plastered to his brow like a golden crown of thorns, Jax gazed forward with cloudy eyes, riding the ever-cresting wave of pain and submitting to the whip's, and the Matriarch's mercy – or lack thereof.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 23:17:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a final ear-ringing, eye-watering crack, Illarya let the whip’s tail fall to the floor, where it snaked back behind as if it remained ready to strike. She was pleased with his progress, the way his body relaxed and how he didn’t fight the whip, gag, or restraints. Human psychology called it learned helplessness, though she considered it mental fortitude…as long as it was utilized properly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a sashay, she closed the gap between them and flicked the butt of the whip up, drawing a short length of the tail between her hands and pulling it taught. She draped it high across his neck and pulled back; not enough to strangle, just enough to tilt his head back into the crook of her shoulder while she nuzzled her cheek against his. The scent of his sweat was heady, his pain nearly palpable. The yearn to bond with his mind and experience it was nearly overwhelming. But she held herself disciplined. Soon.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What do you feel Jax?” she questioned lightly. “Satisfaction? Desire for more? Or do you thirst for retribution?” She drew the leather back a little tighter, pressing his lashed back onto her breasts. “What wouldn’t you give to switch places in an instant? To have me nude, bound, and gagged before you, and make me scream in pain helplessly before you ravaged my body…These thoughts are natural, brought on by primal instinct. I would not deny you your humanity.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She lowered the whip, then let her hands trace down his back to his sides, running down the sensitive untouched skin beneath his arms to just above his hips until they cupped his buttocks, lifting them slightly. The lines and welts were in no particular form, but their magnitude ensured that most, if not all of his skin was marked in some way. It felt hot and glowing beneath her blue palms.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ask for more,” she instructed, her voice never leaving its cool levelness. “You do not fear pain, so you will ask for more. A <em>tool</em> takes punishment and is then used menially to pleasure my ass or lick my sex. A <em>man </em>embraces his punishment, then satisfies me. You will not <em>pleasure</em> me tonight Jax; you will <em>satisfy</em> me.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The path before him clearly laid out, her hands left his ass and she slowly stepped back. Cocking the whip in its striking position, she waited for his decision. First, he had to conquer the gag strapped in his mouth.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 19:47:57</strong>
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				As the lashes continued to cut through the air, Jax's thighs quivered, pushing his body rhythmically from slack to straight, almost yearning into the whip's course. He could not escape it, so he writhed to meet it, placing his body in the path of each blow, not just yielding to the pain but willingly taking it... though whether he did so in the hopes of shortening the torture or appeasing the Matriach, he did not know.<br><br>His Adam's Apple bobbled as T'Shana clasped the leather against his throat, and sweat was forced down his taut trapezius muscles as his head was pulled back. It stung like acid in his lacerated back, pulling a half-groan, half-sigh from deep inside. Then her bare breasts pillowed against his ravaged, raw and inflamed flesh, their relative cool and smoothness at first soothing... but the pleasant sensation of the asari's body undermined the sense of detachment Jax wore to endure the pain, a sweet infiltrator that broke through his defences. The man whimpered as the pain surged up into his brain again, his foggy, thousand-yard stare becoming more focused, more agonised. His arms pulled against the cuffs that held him up and spread, viciously fantasising about turning the tables as she described. What shade of purple would blue skin turn when spanked, bitten, sucked? How long would that six-human-lifetimes of poise last when impaled on his cock, grasped in his hands and fucked hard?<br><br>Sadly, it seemed that was not to be. Jax sucked the pheromone-heady air sharply through his nose as she caressed his ass, the firm flesh sending shards of pain as it was moulded. He groaned, his head tossing side to side against his raised, corded arm muscles, gnawing at the rubber ball furiously. She wanted him to beg for more licks of the whip? Well, he would never...<br><br>“Ooohhhr,” Jax vocalised, his struggles stilling and heart pounding against his ribs. “Wwwohrrr, fweave!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 20:41:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a smile, Illarya cocked the whip back and prepared to strike. From beneath the gag was not a boastful challenge like he had issued the night before when faced with her cane and palm, but a soft, submissive mewing. It was the sound of a changing spirit that she had molded with her own hands and effort. The moisture from his back was cooling on her breasts, her dark nipples now standing stiff and erect. Again that desire to touch herself physically returned, but she resisted. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The next strike of the whip was vicious; it snapped loudly as it landed firmly against the meat of his ass. Again, the blow was meticulously controlled as to not break the skin and draw blood, but the line it raised was thicker and darker than any of the others. Then the next one landed, and then the next. There was no casual flicking this time. Each lick of the whip shot out like a wave, aimed with a rock of her hips and snapped with a flick of her arm, always landing on its intended target like a hammer.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“That’s right, Jax, you may have more,” she purred deeply. “Take the pain I’m giving you. Relish it. Every lash will bring you closer and closer to understanding it.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At last, after minutes of continuous flaying, Illarya struck the final blow, then let the whip dangle beside her. Her chest heaved softly, but powerfully from the small sweat she had worked up as she examined the extent of the lashing. Content, she simply cast the whip to the floor, letting her hand graze against his afflicted ass as she coiled around one of the bed posts, and moving with the grace of an experienced dancer, spun and deposited herself upon the black silk sheets so that she knelt in front of his bound frame, level with his eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her deep azure gaze bore deeply into his as she maintained eye contact and slung her arms around his shoulders. “Breathe deeply Jax…in, and out,” she said, doing the same. “Control your thoughts and emotions. The pain is over now. Are you ready to cast off your anger, your doubts about your ability to handle pain, and join me in bed as an equal?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 20:30:31</strong>
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				Jax didn't flinch, exactly; but nonetheless his body rippled and arched away from the shredding, thunderous pain of the lash, sheer muscular reaction to the assault. The sensation of agony boiled through his nerves, rendering them taut and insensate, numbed by the pain... but not numb enough. It triggered the eezo nodules that peppered his system, creating a low, diffuse fuzz of gravity waves that stirred the hairs of his legs and chest and scalp like a lover's gentlest caress – so very different than the merciless kiss of the whip.<br><br>“Auuwwhhnn,” Jax vocalised raspily, the words bubbling through retracted lips around the gag. Not a noise of complaint; just a sound of acknowledgement as the intolerable lines of fire were painted across his helpless flesh. His chin fell forward to his chest, then rose towards the ceiling as his whole, bound body rolled in time with the whipping. His cock strained and throbbed, twitching along with the blows in the midst of a furious erection. The whistle and crack of the whip didn't penetrate his senses, either in its action or cessation; he was unaware T'Shana had stopped until her fingers trailed over her handiwork, flaring the welts up again. Jax's nostrils flared, sucking at the air that was redolent with his sweat and her intoxicating scent. “Mnnnfff...”<br><br>Shakily, he lifted his head as the asari mounted the bed, her dark, curve-amplifying suit a shadow against the black silk. His eyes lingered on her breasts as they rose and fell appetisingly, and he inhaled as instructed, before raising his gaze to her face. The foggy distance in his twin orbs faded, replaced by a flicker of blue lightning, hotter than the click of static discharge as T'Shana wrapped her arms around him. The man cocked his head, taking in her words as sweat rolled down his temples and cheeks, then slowly leant forward, his toned chest brushing the fullness of hers. Jax's face nuzzled at the side of hers, his mouth open in a soft, gag-obstructed kiss, sweat mingling with sweat. He let that be the mute answer to her question, as a bead of precum glistened on the head of his cock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 21:19:35</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya tipped her head to the side, drawing herself in to meet his kiss. Gently puckering her purple-painted lips, she kissed just the curve of the ball, sprinkled with his taste. He let his guard down far too easily. Had she been in a more devious mood, the pain would have gone right into a tease. All she had to do was lie back on the sheets, perhaps with her omnitool, perhaps not, and he would be forced to watch every act of touching herself.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You’ve never enjoyed the pleasure of an asari mind meld, have you?” she asked, though she already knew it was true. “For a human, the experience is…different than what you might think. Vaginal stimulation is merely a periphery; the pleasure originates directly from the mind and spreads to the rest of the body, shared between the two beings melding.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There were other anatomical quirks that he likely didn’t know, nor did they have an impact on what they were currently sharing. Asari reproduced by randomizing genetic material through the link, though it was something that could be controlled with enough practice. While very similar in features and appearance, however, the asari body was more <em>flexible</em> than a human woman’s, designed to adapt to multiple partners of different race. The sex itself didn’t need to be physical, though more often than not enhanced the entire experience.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya settled back on her haunches, her arms still loosely draped over his shoulders behind his neck. The deep sheets and soft mattress made her sink slightly, but it was a comfortable position. Her breasts stuck out just far enough that her nipples grazed his pectorals, both of them lifting and lowering with their respective breathing rates.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her bright, piercing azure gaze bore into his for a moment, and then she closed her eyes for a second longer than normal. When they opened again, the blue was gone, her eyes now a deep, fathomless, nearly glassy black. She drank in his sight, feeling the connection between their minds beginning to form as her nerve endings began to tingle.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I want you to look deeply into my eyes Jax,” she commanded evenly, her gaze unmoving. “Let them swallow you whole. Feel the sensation of two minds meeting; two points separated by an infinite distance slowly becoming one.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The experience was different for her partners, but to Illarya, it was always the same. It felt like warmth slowly washing over her. Her skin raised into bumps, nipples hardening as her heart rate quickened. Her exposed skin felt damp and clammy, though she knew nothing was wrong with the climate control. It was Jax’s feelings; his exhaustion, some of his fear, and some of his apprehension bleeding through her nerves after his whipping. Hairline whispers ran to and fro across her back down to her curved buttocks; the raised lashes tingled with faint pain as if she herself had been whipped hours ago.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then his arousal hit, and her heart quickened again. He lusted for her, yearned for her. Her own sex quickly grew damp and moist in response. The human need for physical stimulation washed over her like a hunger. She wanted him inside of her; she <em>needed</em> him inside of her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya moaned, hips gyrating slowly as she maintained control, her black eyes still motionless on his. Colors ran together, and the sound of her voice echoed strangely. More sensations began to make themselves known as she pushed her mind tighter into his. Pressure around her wrists and ankles, the faint taste of synthetic rubber on her tongue. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>You can hear me Jax,</em>” she said. Her words echoed on her ears and in her mind. Their mind. “<em>And I can hear you. Tell me how much you want me. How much you need me.</em>”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 21:56:00</strong>
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				With a woeful moan, Jax tried to press his mouth to the matriarch's as she tormented him by kissing the insensate ball gag rather than him. He alternately hung slack in the cuffs that held him at the foot of her bed and strained against them, his limbs tautening and torsioning in need. As she expected, he shook his head, expressing that he had never been with an asari, let alone experienced 'melding'. The bars of the galaxy were full of rumours, of course... that it was the most intense sex possible between two sapients, that they could make you feel unimaginable pleasure with the slightest touch...<br><br>He glanced down for a moment, aroused and entranced by the sleek blue flesh hovering so close to his pink. His cock strained towards T'Shana as if drawn by magnetism, but when she instructed it so he quickly raised his eyes to hers, blue on blue. Jax swallowed, his throat working behind the gag as he met that ancient, serene look, his excitement and dread only increased. No, not blue on blue... blue on aphotic, absorbing black.<br><br>For Jax, it was like falling. Like he'd been flushed out of an airlock into a starless void in space, tumbling forward with no sense of fixed points to orient himself by. It was exhilarating, the rush overwhelming any residual fear, the sense of a destination both infinitely far and infinitely proximal filling him with eagerness. Nameless sparks of sensation welled up from the centre of his being, the feeling of brushing past another presence in this inner space, of falling into it as it fell into him, merging, a dual expansion of awareness.<br><br>While T'Shana shared his youthful human energy and desire, Jax was caught in the orbit of her strength and grace, finding renewed will and self-possession within her. He inhaled slowly, nourishing the body with air as the spirit flowed into and around the asari's. Her refined, decadent sensibilities fuelled his arousal, hardening him like neutronium, a sympathetic resonance of their individual lusts that raised them to something even more intense. He held her dark gaze, his eyes widening, his body inclining forward as he calmly leaned as close towards her as the bonds would allow. The raked soreness of his back, legs and buttocks was easy to surpass – a pain shared wasa pain halved, indeed.<br><br><em>Yes. I can hear you,</em> he marvelled in the shared thought-space. His heart's rapid beats had slowed to a relaxed but powerful rhythm, passionate but no longer wild, and it seemed to set the tempo under their neural pseudo-telepathy. <em>I want you, T'Shana... matriarch, I need you. Please, let me feel you inside me... I mean me inside you... I mean both? I am yours, and I beg you, let me satisfy you in any way, in every way you desire.</em><br><br>Jax arched his back, the welts twinging distantly as they stretched, pressing the tip of his cock forward and brushing it against the sleek material of her bodysuit's midriff.<br><br><em>Please, mistress, it hurts!</em> T'Shana could easily tell that he wasn't thinking of the marksshe had inflicted, but the unfulfilled lusts her words, caresses, apparel, physique and joining had stirred to a feverish peak. <em>I need the pleasure only you can give! I can't...think, move, breathe, I want it so much! Mistress, please! I'll do anything, everything, if you'll do something!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 00:06:21</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her mind settled deeper into his, sensations becoming more vivid and overlapping with her own, including the pain. Jax grunted behind the gag, but Illarya heard his voice silently inside her own head. Outwardly, she smiled, her black, fathomless eyes giving her a dark, predatory look as his pupils dilated, sinking deeper into her gaze.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Yes, Jax, you need me,</em>” she said softly. “<em>You need me more than anything in the galaxy. To teach you what true pleasure and satisfaction really is, to go beyond the veil of flesh and body that shackles your mind.</em>”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She leaned in again, pressing her lips to the curve of the ball gag, relishing the wave of frustration that blossomed from the kiss. His arousal throbbed harder, moistening her sex even further. The desire for physical penetration bubbled up from within, but still she held herself patient. His cock brushed her naval, but she was at the outer limit of his restraint.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She removed one arm from around the back of his neck, trailing her fingertips down the front of his damp chest. There was no static shock, their bodies already grounded from their physical contact. His skin was hot and wet against her fingertips, and likewise, she felt warmth against her own chest as her hand traveled further down. The pace of his heart beat through his chest, matching the rhythm of her own.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His mind spiraled in many directions. If she closed her eyes, she could almost see it, spreading out like a web against the black of space. Every sensation and emotion brushed against her own mind; arousal, apprehension, hunger, thirst, fatigue, and some even she didn’t recognize. She controlled the melding, so she controlled the influence. With one subtle <em>nudge,</em> more heat flowed from her palm onto his skin, though the act was purely from stimulating the nerve endings. Another <em>nudge</em>, and the heat was replaced by a shocking cold that raised bumps on her skin as the sensation bled through to her. She <em>brushed</em> and <em>nudged</em> more and more; her touch tingled, then buzzed, snapped like electricity, or glowed like embers on his chest.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She leaned back a little, her hand lifting to her breasts, and she began to toy with one of her nipples. It was already stiff, and only became stiffer as she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, teasing it with little tweaks and gentle pulls. A surge of hot arousal flowed between them after a particularly hard pinch. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her hand drifted lower, leaving her breasts and trailing down the smooth fabric of her skinsuit before once again running over silky blue flesh. Her fingers parted her damp sex, blue folds giving way to a hint of pink deep within. She slipped a finger between them and began to stroke methodically up and down. Heat welled up, billowing through her spine as her heart rate and breathing increased. Up and down, her finger continued, his member throbbing in perfect response, growing as hard as the metal that held his cuffs to her bed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Are you ready, Jax?</em>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 20:01:02</strong>
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				Jax writhed as the fusion of thoughts and feelings intensified, his chest swelling and dropping with forceful breaths. It was an uncanny sensation... like he was being manipulated like a puppet, or worn like a suit. Invasive, yet not unwelcome, and not a one way street. He could feel his own raw human lust reflected and magnified in T'Shana, and it flowed back to him through the neural link, making a sound like a feral varren snarl from around the gag.<br><br><em>Yes,</em> he thought in fervent agreement. <em>I need you, I need you, I need you, Illarya. Only you can show me true release and pleasure! Please!</em><br><br>His spine arched violently as she ran her fingers down his need-wracked torso, drawn to her touch by a force more intense than any mass effect field. Blue eyes widened as they gazed into her darkened ones at the inexplicable sensations she conjured. Her fingernails felt like hot metal points raking his skin, until he was sure his sweat should by sizzling and steaming off. Then they were cold, piercing him like the void of space and making his nipples harden atop the taut slabs of his pectorals. Then there was electricity, like a static discharge with no biotic activity to generate it... Jax writhed under the diverse sensations T'Shana wove, as bewildered as he was aroused, not understanding the simple (for an asari) trick of nerve induction. <em>Asari magic?</em> he wondered, not realising she was privy to all his thoughts in their shared mindspace.<br><br>The next sensation was at least something explicable... if unexpected. Jax's own nipples were of course vestigial and somewhat insensate, so he was unprepared for the depth and richness of the pleasure that tingled through his chest as the matriarch caressed her breast. Jax's head rolled back, his damp hair brushing his shoulder blades as he inadvertently exposed his throat to her. Her more intimate caress was likewise unexpected... the delight flowed like liquid through him, different from the high-spiking heat and pressure of male stimulation. He lowered it again, gazing back at her, resuming the visual bridge that only seemed to enhance the neural one.<br><br><em>I'm ready</em>, he thought, even his mental voice seeming strained and breathless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 00:57:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya breathed in deeply, taking in the rich, aromatic scent of his body as pleasure coursed through both their bodies. The effect was not lost on Jax, her bond mate, his erection throbbing and becoming impossibly hard. She could feel it as if it were inside of her already.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her eyes still locked onto his, she reached behind his head to slowly undo the gag, methodically pulling it out and simply letting it fall to the ground. Her hands went to the separate cuffs that still held him spread to the bed posts, releasing the iridium locks with knowing fingers. A little trickier was to release the ones around his ankles without breaking the link, but she focused, stirring up a weak biotic field that nudge a simple force at his feet. The one around his left ankle disengaged first, and after further coaxing, the one on his right did as well.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She took him deeper into her mind once the restraints were off. The echoes of his pain grew stronger, but so did his lust and pleasure. She cupped his hand with one chin, slowly leaning back and coaxing him to lean forward onto the bed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Come to bed with me, Jax</em>,” she purred in both voice and mind, drawing him onto the silk comforter and further towards the head. “<em>Give in to your needs and to my desires. You have endured my pain, and such valor will not go unrewarded.</em>”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Like a glamorized asari Ardat-Yakshi from a holovid pulling her prey in for a final bonding, she laid him down on the sheets. The entire time, her eyes never left his, never blinking, never moving as she pressed her palms against his wrists, pushing him spread eagle onto the mattress as she slithered over to straddle his waist. She leaned down to finally grant him the taste of her purple lips, nibbling on his lower lip and relishing the feedback from his nerves.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then she reached back, delicately taking his engorged sex between her fingers. Her positions and movements were planned and deliberate; she swung her ankles over his thighs, dagger heels splayed towards the center of the triangle his spread legs made, then slowly leaned back onto his cock. Gone was the casual almost stoic masturbation she had displayed with her omnitool the night before; Illarya gasped as the head of his cock slid between her lips, the shaft burrowing deeper and deeper into her. Her own sex tingled, naturally adjusting to his as spots popped in her vision.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She continued to lean back, taking him in deeper and deeper until she was straight-backed, the lower curve of her buttocks pushed down against his balls. For a moment, she simply sat poised there like a sculpture on its mounting, enjoying the trickle of endorphin that ran both through her and him. Then she leaned forward again, pressing down against his arms as she began to rock her hips back and forth. Blue cheeks swelled and rolled like an ocean tide as his cock worked in and out of her sex in a hypnotic rhythm. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 10:09:47</strong>
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				“Bwuh,” came the coarse, bubbly sound as the ballgag came out of Jax's mouth. He sucked air through his mouth, chewing it to ease the ache in his jaw muscles, and a wave of gratitude and relief welled through the nerve-bond. He couldn't help but admire the casual ease with which she unlocked his manacles. It was the kind of biotic effect a human would have to practise for years, but it seemed to come as naturally to her as breathing. The man leaned with her, following her coaxing gestures instinctively, through learned obedience and the almost premonition-like feel of their shared awareness. He knew what she wanted of him even before the tug of her hand, the mental command.<br><br><em>“As you wish, Matriarch,”</em> he thought and spoke with a kind of languid fervour. <em>“Your desires are my needs.”</em> <em>Amor fati</em>; the love of fate. To know what was inevitable and embrace it whole-heartedly. Jax could not resist her, and had no wish to. Submission to her whims had infused every fibre of his being, and he was glad of it.<br><br>White and pink and whip-lash red under her twilight blue body, Jax willingly lay back. His limbs were a study in taut muscle as she pinned him down, strong but yielding, hard in all the places a human male could be hard. T'Shana's overwhelming sexual presence entranced him, both sedating and rousing his sensations and desires until her luxurious penthouse and the star-speckled Nos Astra skyline outside took on a dreamlike quality.<br><br>He took her lips wantonly, tongue tracing her mouth, breath catching as she bit down and sent sparks of delicious pain through his nerves. Jax's imbalance, stimulation, uncertainty and want flowed fully back into the asari above him, and he gasped as she took his hardness in hand. <em>“Yes...”</em><br><br>As she leant back he hissed, feeling her sex push against him. His head rolled blissfully against the sheets and he strained under her, lifting her slightly with a heave of his hips away from the bed. <em>“More... please, I need to feel you...”</em> he emoted, all his attention focused on that intimate contact as she lowered herself onto him, claiming his body. As T'Shana sank lower, Jax gave an emphatic cry. He felt the tightness of her body pulling around him... and through the link, felt his own flesh swell into her, stretching and filling. Again he pushed upwards, trying to lift her with the sheer force of his need, the muscles of his legs and back straining.<br><br><em>“Ohhh, Illarya!”</em> he gasp at the intensity of the shared sensation, the artful, sensual power of her poise above him. Her magnificent ass squeezed and rolled as she began to ride his cock, and his eyes trailed up her lush, tensed form. <em>“You feel... I feel...”</em> His wrists twisted under her grasp, hands turning to try and entwine with hers, silently begging for permission to pay homage to her flesh with his touch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 23:57:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vaginal stimulation was not required anymore than kissing was during intercourse, but such a trove of stimulation and pleasure could not be passed up during the bonding process. Once her sex conformed subtly, but tightly around his, the pleasure blossomed like a fire between her legs as friction began to heat up. Illarya moaned as her hips continued to work up and down, taking the full length at a steady rhythm. If he hadn’t already, Jax was going to learn that it was a common myth that only asari maidens maintained the tightness of youth.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even as she felt her own pleasure, the link between their minds allowed her to feel his at the same time. She could sense the weight of her own body, the sensation of being inside of her as she rocked slowly back and forth, as well as the human male desire to thrust her hips deeper inside. There was no more need for direct eye contact, though her eyes remained glassy black spheres. They would stay connected until she chose to sever the link.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her biotics pricked against her skin as the chemical rush in her head contested her control. It wasn’t uncommon for their to be some kind of dark energy reaction during sex, sometimes even manifesting during climax. Weak tufts of blue light spread over her body, only to fizzle and rekindle.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For a while, she was content to simply ride him, and at the same time hold him down. She could feel him writhing, but she controlled the pace. It stayed slow and sensual, the rock of her hips as seductive as a dancer. All the while she tickled his nerves. Vibrant pulses ran through her body against his, like tickles of electricity that ran the length of their bodies and right into their joining. Her nipples throbbed, swelling and becoming even more erect.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Give me more pleasure Jax,</em>” she panted, leaning back once again to sit straight-backed. His cock thrust in deep, and as it did, she relinquished her hold on his wrists, guiding his hands to rest on her hips over the blue patches of skin from the cuts in her suit. “<em>Taste it. Drink it, and relish it. It is not to be spent and squandered</em>.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 01:07:30</strong>
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				Jax could see why the asari invoked eternity when they spoke of this act of communion in their love-making. Seconds and minutes had lost all meaning, or at least all marks of their passage; the indivisible symmetry of spacetime was broken, so that time no longer existed, and Jax's universe was defined solely by the span of T'Shana's arms, the epicycle of her hips, the tightness of her core. “Ohhwwhh, god!” he groaned, lips battering against hers as the writhed under her controlling position and demanding sex.<br><br>The muscles of his ass squeezed together as his legs stretched and tensed, trying to generate enough leverage to lift and thrust into her. But the most the ex-marine could managed was to rock his hips and swing the angle of his shaft, changing the way the matriarch rode it slightly. Sweat glistened on his brow and trickled through the chiselled clefts of muscle that adorned his form as he received his lesson that penetration did not equal power. Though he might technically be the one entering her, the Matriarch was clearly in control here.<br><br>Jax's nerves prickled in pleasure as she stimulated him at a level at once more primal and more elegant than flesh entwined with flesh, and his own biotics flared in sympathetic resonance with T'Shana's. Vortices of near-ultraviolet light curled off him like steam, entwining with hers to create a tactile shimmer, like fingertips being stroked across his skin in ten directions at once. Gradually, his efforts at thrusting diminished as the futility of his position became clear. Jax stopped trying to fuck her, and gave in to the infinitely preferable reality of <em>being</em> fucked by her. All he could do was offer himself in what seemed the most pleasing way, while his sensations rebounded on to her. They were raw, unmediated, without even the modicum of filtering or restraint that an asari learned by the time she passed from child to maiden. Gusts of pleasure washed up through the link, heady in their totality.<br><br>He gazed up, eyes full of a misty fire as she relaxed her pin on his wrists, and his hands feverishly cupped the curves she offered them. Fingers dragged across and dug in to the blue flesh, following her motions with his arms like pistons. “Yes... Matriarch...” he groaned, gaze flickering as he felt her inner body pull on his shaft as she straightened. Jax's touch slid up as her body rolled above him, sliding across her suit and covering her magnificent breasts with the warm, rough strength of his palms. The human slavishly caressed them, lifting their weight, rolling them in his grasp, gently abrading her hard nipples with his fingertips until the pleasure backlashed through their bond, making him gasp and judder stiffly inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 01:14:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bonding, to Illarya, felt like traveling a great void. Not like space travel, which used the mass relays, but some hidden, unseen distance in the depths of her partner’s mind, and her own. That journey was marked by differences in breathing, the touch of skin, and the heat from between their joined bodies.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thrust so deeply onto Jax’s cock, she flexed her thighs and buttocks to maintain the pulsing rhythm of intercourse. She could feel his hips trying to work under hers, complimenting the pace until he either grew weary under her weight, or simply surrendered to it. His hands guided the flow of her hips for a while, before they drifted up to her breasts. She gasped as he kneaded them in his hands, tipping her head back to arch her back and expose her chest to more of the stimulation. The roughness of his skin and fingers sent waves down her back as he pressed them together, then teased the nipples. She placed her hands on top of his, miming his own motions and sometimes controlling them. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The contact of his biotics made her skin tingle even further. Every nerve ending was alight in some form of stimulation, either shared from him or aroused from him. Simple touch sparked like electricity, or hummed like a current.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lust trickled further into Illarya’s mind. She leaned in to take another taste of his lips, pressing her breasts into his chest. Her lips sparked as they made contact, and her tongue forced its way into his, probing deep and exploring the opening. As she did, she felt her biotics flare again, and a new wave of tingling washed over her body. <em>Both</em> of their bodies; she could feel it emanating from his presence as well.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Her body felt lighter as a mass-lowering field enveloped the bed like a hazy cloudy. It was like the floating sensation of freefall or zero gravity. She nudged it with her mind, just enough to take them off the sheets, and they hung there suspended between the posters a few feet in the air, a tangle of limbs, sweat, and sex.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She coiled her long legs behind his, then guided his hands to her hips once again and sank onto his cock.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Take me, Jax</em>,” she moaned, black eyes staring into his. “<em>Let me feel your strength</em>.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 19:49:08</strong>
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				Jax's jaw fell open as T'Shana arched above him, and the blue gleam of his eyes sharpened through the haze of pain, pleasure and her overwhelming presence. His hands obeyed her tactile commands when she gave them, following her movements to touched where she desired it; at other times, they slid around the globular fullness of her breasts, kneading them, plucking and caressing at her nipples.<br><br>When she bent down, his hands moved along her ribs, cupping her arched, elegant back as she lay atop him, pillowing her chest against his. Jax moaned at the way her core twisted around him, pulling his shaft down with her, and he rippled his legs, ass, back and shoulders in turn off the silk sheets. Lashed flesh protested, sending waves of tight pain through their bond, and his fingers curled to claw their tips along her spine. His brow crinkled with the intensity of shared, reduplicated sensation, and the man sighed-thought: <em>“Illarya...”</em> as she brought her lips to his, lightning jumping from teeth to lips, tongue to tongue. His muscle wrapped around hers, accepting and inviting it into his mouth, tracing along the purple swell of her lips as they pressed to his in delirious delight.<br><br>Through both their neural link and his own biotic senses, Jax could sense her intention, but the precision and ease with which she concealed their mass from gravity still amazed him. T'Shana's body pressed down less heavily on him, and in urgent counter Jax slid his arms tighter around her, his hands splaying across her curvy blue behind and pulling her to him, thrusting himself into her as the bed fell away.<br><br>Persistent levitation! There wasn't a human biotic in a thousand that could have even attempted the feat. <em>“That's... amazing...”</em> Jax gaped, though even he wasn't sure whether he meant the way they hung, suspended by her will, or the sensation of his cock buried deep inside her by the knot of her legs around his. Her command made him groan, his chest humming against hers. <em>“Yes, <br>Matriarch...”</em><br><br>If their position had one disadvantage, it was a lack of leverage. Coiling his legs amongst the asari's, and digging his fingers into her derrière he tried a mid-air thrust, but the equal and opposite reaction nearly tore him from her embrace. Groaning as he sank back into her, he resolved that since biotics held them aloft, biotics could help him take her. Her gathered a pulse of energy and pushed it behind him, and let that jet slam him up into her. <em>“Godddhhh!”</em> he gasped as his hips crashed into T'Shanas, his cock plunging deep into her sleek azure sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 17:41:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>OH!</em>” Illarya moaned as the first thrust hit her. Their bodies might have felt reduced in mass, but she felt every last inch as it throbbed deep within her. The next one came just as hard, as did the next. His biotics complimented her own, pushing his lightened body into her, doubling, if not tripling the force of his thrust.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Don’t…stop…</em>”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Direction had lost meaning. There was no way to discern up or down in her mass-less state. In the haze of pleasure, she thought she could make out that they were upside down, but the image changed frequently. All that remained constant was Jax’s hands on her hips and ass, the feeling of his sweating neck on her arms, and the pulses that shot through her body. Each one rocked her to the core, causing spots to dance in her vision. They just didn’t thrust into her sex; it felt like the motion passed up her body, into her chest and past her heart.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Harder…DEEPER</em>!”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She could only pant out commands in a vain attempt to control the beast she willingly unleashed upon herself. The rest of the room disappeared. She could only sense Jax’s touch and the vigor of his cock as it thrust in and out of her. It felt like the entire galaxy was flying by in a sea of lights as inner sensations began to overpower her vision. Her body began to work towards an orgasm, world-shattering and time-stopping as his own started mixing with it. Two bodies, acting as one, would share two climaxes.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She had to abandon the taste of his lips for fear of striking skulls in the rigorous fuck and disrupting the connection. All she could do was tip her head back and ride out the powerful storm she was straddling.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 20:55:20</strong>
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				They tumbled around the centre of their own gravity, disconnected from the pull of Illium, attracted only to each other. Jax could see the background shift behind T'Shana, spinning through canopy, vista windows, stylish furniture and rumpled sheets, all out of focus as his eyes lay on her. His thrusts gyroscoped them around in a lazy rotation, a powerful, piercing drumbeat that knocked them around like a ship spinning into a black hole. Jax closed his eyes as the Matriarch's arms enclosed his shoulders, draped around his neck, sharing her sense of place enough to twist his head to either side and kiss her inner elbows without looking, then stretching towards her. His sweat-dappled chest slid against her breasts, and his head bowed, blindly and hungrily running enflamed lips over her collarbone, décolletage and throat. Jax tasted blue flesh and nuzzled amidst pheromones, his groans and gasps barely muffled against her.<br><br>Uttering an especially loud and feral growl at her agreeable command, Jax's hands slid down the only anchor point her had – T'Shana's body. His palms slid over her buttocks, fingers grazing the flesh down her legs, taking a firm purchase on her thighs and dragging her legs wider, pulling her dagger-heeled feet up around his hips. His muscular ass and thighs contracted as he felt her hold him in the loop of her legs, bolting up – or down, or sideways – into her, his abdominals and hipbone crashing into her body.<br><br><em>“Auuuhhhn!”</em> he cried, his suddenly clenched teeth dashing against her upper breast as his cock pounded deep inside. Jax didn't know exactly where an asari's erogenous zones lay, but through T'Shana's gift of her sensations he could guide himself to them – when he twisted like <em>so</em>, when he bent her body <em>here</em>, the shimmering waves of pleasure took his breath away... so he could only imagine they were doing the same to her. No, no need to imagine... he felt everything that pleased her, and was rewarded by feeling an echo of it himself.<br><br>“T'Shana... please!” Jax gaped, unsure of what he was even begging for, only feeling the swelling pressure of climax within her neurons, and pulsing a faster rhythm of thrusts and throbs himself as the tension built.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 00:23:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya felt the angle of her body change, adjusted by the rough hands of Jax as he pulled her deeper onto his cock. It was all relative, as the background features of her penthouse suite continually changed. He went in deeper still, enough to make her black eyes cross as he pumped in. There was nothing to hold him back; her body was at the full mercy of his hips as he rocked it back and forth fast and hard. It was enough to send her full breasts rolling in their suspension.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her climax swelled steadily, like water rising against a damn. Each pump drove her closer and closer. The sound of his pelvis slapping against the inside of her thighs was almost lost in the moans and pants that were coming from her throat. His mouth was on her neck, her collarbone, and then lower. She in turn, kissed his jaw line as it went past, then moved to his ear. He begged, but she could sense his growing anxiety. The tingling below, the extra fervor in his thrusts, the way his hands tightened almost painfully into claws on her buttocks. They were connected in nearly every way, after all.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In sudden lust, she released her hold, tipping her body back so that it lay perpendicular to his, legs and thighs still wrapped around his hip. The force was incredible, pounding deep into her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Yes…yes…yes…YES…Goddess!</em>”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya cried out to Athame as she orgasmed, back arching and sex pressing deep onto his. Her body clenched, muscles spasming as the endorphin rush hit her like nothing else in the galaxy. Every bonding was a unique experience, every one intense, and this was by far no exception. Colors mixed and lines blurred, the lights in her eyes sparking and popping. Then the wave hit her, like warm, tingling electricity that ran up and down her spine. Her own hands dug over Jax’s, still anchored on her ass.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the peak of her orgasm, her biotics wavered, flared, and then severed completely, sending them back to the sheets below. Immediately, the cool silk washed over her body, the bare parts beaded with clear sweat. The link between them had been ripped apart, but she could still feel Jax’s body against hers, equally as drained and wet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 20:15:09</strong>
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				Jax felt deeper in her with every thrust, stretching, penetrating, filling and hammering like an organic machine, seeking fusion as complete in the physical dimension as it was in the neural one. He gave a long, jagged groan as T'Shana swung her lush form out to form the stem of a <em>T</em>, pulling her breasts from his mouth, her lips from his ear, leaving them connected only by their feverishly aroused sexes.<br><br>But he took advantage of the new position, vigorously fucking her, being fucked. Jax's body dove towards the pool of pleasure that formed between them with a mission, resonating from nerve to nerve, flesh to flesh. He grasped the asari's curvaceous hips, pushing her body away from his, sliding her azure wetness along his ridged length until the head swelled between her smooth nether lips; then roughly pulled her down, impaling her, burying himself in the heat and pleasure of her alien sex. Again and again he lifted and pulled at her, incredibly long, forceful thrusts that resulted in her thighs slapping silkily around his hips, her ass bouncing on his thighs, the undulating firmness of his stomach grinding against her vulva. Jax moaned wistfully with each withdrawal, feeling T'Shana shimmer along him, feeling the emptiness he left in her through the link – and a grunt exploded from his lips when they crashed back together.<br><br>The man watched in awe as the Matriarch arched into her climax, but he was no mere spectator. Her pleasure pulled him in like a vortex, making his blood pound with her same biorhythms, his cock pulse with her inner throbs, his eyes unfocus and gaze into that same aphotic Eternity she saw while they were linked. <em>“Yeah... yes! Tuh, tuh, T', T'Shana! Auuuooowwwhhhnhhaaahhh!”</em> Breath boiled out of his lungs, and blue fire seared across his skin with ecstasy, and his body craned towards her, into her, needing contact and completion.<br><br>As her biotic levitation waver, Jax instinctively reached out to stop them falling. His power coursed along the channels T'Shana had set out, using their link like instant mentorship, but he lacked the strength or expertise to mimic the manoeuvre; they hovered for a moment, wobbled, then crashed to the bed. The impact drove Jax deeper than ever into her, and he poised above her, hips bent in, shoulders straining back, a study in tension and quivering on the precipise of orgasm... before his body gave in, his lust triumphed, his flesh submitted to her sex in a gushing geyser of liquid heat that splashed into T'Shana's core. Jax moaned and panted, his hands digging into the sheets on either side of the matriarch as he writhed above her, thrusting his way through the jagged bliss of a powerful, exhausting, satisfying climax, supplicating the sensations to her through the bond. <em>“Oh, oh, oaaahhh YES!”</em><br><br>Until the link broke, and Jax broke, slumping on top of her, warm and sweating and heavy, his face resting atop her head, breath flowing hotly through the folds of her scalp crests as he shuddered in relief, release and gratitude.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 20:09:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jax’s warm weight was somehow comforting, but he seemed equally as spent, if not more so than her. A bonding and climax with an asari matriarch was a very powerful experience, and she had eight centuries to grow used to the demands of her bodies. He did not. And she felt <em>satisfied</em>; not simply pleasured, as she had done with his tongue and lips the night before. That was enough to satiate her appetite for the time being, but the bonding between them went deeper, almost on a more spiritual level. By taking him inside, she had tasted more than just his flesh. There was a transfer of more than just bodily fluids, which he had shot deep into her sex.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She turned her head, pressing her lips to his again, tasting sweat, fatigue, and exertion. Even during her earlier ferocious kisses, the purple lipstick from Serrice Council stayed immaculate, contrasting pleasantly against her blue skin. From time to time, she chewed on his lower lip, gently pulling and plucking as if to tenderize it. Gently, she worked her weight from under his, using it to slide over and get on top of him again.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Was it everything you dreamed of Jax?” she asked quietly between kisses. “The depths of pain, and the peaks of pleasure…how has it changed your mind?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 20:22:55</strong>
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				Jax turned his head, navigating more by sense of touch than his orgasm-hazed vision, suckling at T'Shana's plush lips, kissing her back with an enthusiasm undimmed by his sexual exertions. He groaned as some residue of their bond, or bio-static charge, or her sheer prowess sent a spark down from his mouth,though his body, tingling into his fingertips, toes, the head of his cock.<br><br>He willingly moved himself to the side as he felt her movements beneath him, letting her adopt the dominant position that seemed her natural state. Normally, after sex, Jax felt... hollow. Pleasured, but hollow. This time, however, there was a sense of fullness, a deeper satisfaction that nourished as much as it exhausted. His hands slid up her arms, down her back, cupping her ass, reaching around to massage her breasts, relishing and revering the texture of her skin.<br><br>“Yes,” he concurred with a sigh. “God, it was... I've never felt... you were so deep inside me... weightless, nothing by each other...” sentence fragments trickled out, but the magnificent vastness of the experience refused to be framed by mere words, and Jax bit them off. He took one of her hands, fingers coiled around her wrist, thumb stroking her palm, and lifted the digits to his mouth. Sucking on her little finger, his pursed lips slid along the slim blue length before he answer her second question. “I learned that from enduring great pain can come great pleasure. That one can master oneself and guide, or be guided, to the desired reward. That submission to a superior will can be...”<br><br>He paused, taking her ring finger in his mouth and curling his tongue around it, suckling it from knuckle to nail.<br><br>“...liberating.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 22:16:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya felt Jax’s hands explore the surface of her body. His hands and fingers were warm points of pleasure, gently caressing the sensitive nerves in the wake of their bonding. Even though she had just had a mind-shattering orgasm, her skin raised into bumps at his touch. Had she been a maiden, still virile and full of lust, she might have taken him for another coupling, but centuries later as a matriarch, even a powerful being such as her required meditation and rest.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She smiled as he described the sensation of the bonding and what he was now feeling, at how she was within him. In the most physical sense, of course, it was him who had been deep inside of her, but in the most mental and emotional sense, she had burrowed within the deepest recesses of his conscious mind. It had left a mark that would last longer than any physical mark left by teeth, lips, or whip. Another myth of the asari is that after bonding, sexual experiences thereafter were never as good, but if anything it was the opposite. The mark she left on him opened his mind to new channels of sensation.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He took her hand and brought it to the lips, sucking slowly on each of her fingers, the other still focused on her breasts and ass. “Then you have found what you seek,” she purred as her ring finger disappeared into the warm wetness between her lips. She slipped it out and slid her middle finger between her lips, probing it against his tongue. “Submission is no different than domination. It brings peace and unity, acceptance and understanding. You and I were one, Jax, and I have passed on some of me into you, just as you passed some of you into me.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After slipping her index finger into his mouth, she pulled it out and leaned in to kiss him on the lips again, then trailed down his jaw and into the crook of his neck. Slowly, she coiled her lithe body back and dragged her nails lightly over his chest, past his nipples, until she sat straight, straddling his hips. She sat there a moment longer before finally dismounting him, moving to her vanity to slip another sheer robe over her skinsuit, then dabbing at her blue skin with a towel.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 21:08:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jax suckled and licked the fingers in his mouth willingly, then parted his lips as they were removed in order to return T'Shana's kiss. His head rolled back as she moved to graze down his throat, a rumbling moan forming in his chest at the trail of warm kisses and faint suction on his skin. As the asari gracefully dismounted he rested his elbows on the bed at his sides, propping himself up slightly to watch her. Jax's eyes lingered on the sway of her bare buttocks, the elegant curves of her form as she dried herself off, his cock lying semi-erect against his thigh, glistening with their mutual wetness.<br><br>Peace... unity... acceptance... understanding. Did he have those things? It was true that the bio-amp no longer seemed to bother him. Even thinking about it, which usually caused a flare-up, only resulted in an unpleasant tingle in the back of his head, like a disagreeable chore that needed attending to. Although, he supposed, that could have been simply a result of the aftershocks from the potent orgasm which still echoed from his extremities to the centre of his body. The pain seemed somehow... translucent, present but capable of being circumvented or worked through, no longer a blinding obstacle that warped body and mind.<br><br>Lying there, Jax watched the Matriarch with a blend of satisfaction and apprehension, unsure of what came next.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 16:41:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once she had dabbed her skin dry, Illarya poured herself a glass of Thessian wine, then touched up her perfume with a single spritz from a crystalline bottle. She sipped the sweet, fragrant purple liquid from the flute, then made her way back over to the bed in a swish of sheer, silken fabric and climbed on next to him, being careful not to spill the flute’s contents.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“And so ends our evening, Jax,” she said after another sip. She held the glass to his lips so that he too could take a drink. “I’ve imparted my wisdom and knowledge on to you, and I can do no more.” She reached out to trace a finger up his jaw to his temple. His skin was still moist and warm. “The path that lies before you is your own, but I’ve given you a taste of both my body and mind; use it as you see fit.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Through various interviews, most media sources through the galaxy thought she was unusually tender for a dominatrix. However, Illarya's intention was not to draw out the evil, but the good. Perhaps it was just humanity’s notion of domination and submission, but then again, they were a short-lived race, unable to see both the benefits – and downfalls – of a thousand-year life span. She gave the pleasure of her body freely to those that earned it, as each bonding was a unique experience.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The bonding experience can leave one quite drained,” she explained after another sip of wine. “Take the time you need to collect yourself, and then you may dress.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 21:06:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jax couldn't keep the look of disappointment off his face as T'Shana told him this was the end. But, using the techniques she had taught him he schooled the expression back to calm, sitting up as she climbed onto the bed. He tilted his head as her finger traced down the side of his face, eyes closing momentarily in pleasure. The Matriarch's confidence in him was a balm to his own, and the path she described no longer seemed so winding or uncertain.<br><br>He leaned his head towards her, tracing his lips along the back of her shoulders, kissing the crescents of blue flesh revealed by her skinsuit. A fringe of blond hair tickled the base of her neck, and he smiled at her words. “Drained... I'll say. You made me fly,” he mused in wistful disbelief. <br><br>His shoulder brushed her back as he moved his arm, holding up his hand and concentrating on her wine glass. Such a delicate crystal flute... before, his erratic biotics would have surely smashed it to pieces as they flared and faulted. But as his amp began to burn through his cerebral cortex Jax dispassionately considered the pain, finding it lacking compared what he'd been through, and an obstacle to what he desired, thus circumventible. His skin crackled with static as he gently prised the glass from T'Shana's fingers and brought it to his own, whole and undamaged, humming slightly as it resonated. Jax took a sip of the heady sweet drink, and handed the receptacle back to her.<br><br>Jax wriggled to the edge of the bed, legs finding the floor with a twinge. He voiced a soft, deep groan as he climbed to his feet, stretching and feeling the pleasant aches of exertion, and the sharper echoes of pain and welts on his skin. “With your permission, I might take a shower first...”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 16:54:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya gently nodded. “Of course.” She swept her arm in the direction of the bathroom on the far side of the bedchambers. It was of asari design and aesthetics, but could also accommodate a number of species that came for her sessions. “Use it to purify yourself however you see fit…after, of course, you have purified me. Consider it an extra…courtesy, for my time.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She went ahead of him to the bathroom. In contrast to the darkened bedroom of dark purples, blacks, and blue, the bathroom tiling was white and sterile. There was a large ceramic sink, a door that led to a steam room, and a large, square bathtub in the corner of the room. Illarya pressed her palm to the interface near the door, and glass walls rose from the sides of the bathtub, a spout immediately beginning to pour hot water. Within seconds, the tub had become a shower big enough to fit several bodies. The bathroom VI monitored their body temperatures, adjusting the heat of the water for optimal comfort.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Jax stepped in behind her, Illarya presented her back to him, pointing with a single finger to the tiniest of zippers at the nape of her neck. Her skinsuit hugged her body to the last contour, and while it appeared to be completely seamless from neck to ankle, the zipper ran to the small of her back, folded beneath cloth. Similar zippers ran up the back of both her calf-length boots.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Strip me, Jax,” she ordered simply, then placed her hands on her hips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 21:25:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A grin slowly fought its way across Jax's satisfied features at the Matriarch's order. He climbed to his feet as she swayed into the bathroom, becoming a blue and black silhouette against the white tiles, and he followed as if drawn by her slipstream. He glanced briefly around the room – much swankier than the communal showers aboard a starship or the dingy little public spray-cells in the coffin hotel he stayed at – but his eyes quickly fell back to her.<br><br>Jax smiled at her instruction. He'd wondered how the skin suit came on and off... amazing how she'd done everything while still technically clothed! “With pleasure...” he murmured gruffly, sliding his hand under the points of her scalp-crests to caress the back of her neck. His rough fingers slid down the blue skin, and he bent forwards to kiss the tips of her crests while finding the zipper. It hardly whispered as he slid it down, exposing the back of her shoulders and taut valley between her scapulae, and his lips went between them, kissing down the straight course of her spine. As the skinsuit came apart he sank to his knees on the cool white tiles, mouth painting a slow, warm trail down T'Shana's back, fingers peeling the sexual garment away from her flesh, breath washing hot across exposed blue skin.<br><br>“Uhhhmn,” the man groaned as he eased the skinsuit down around her waist, reaching up to lift and support her breasts as he pulled the window of the suit around them. His tongue lapped into the upper cleft of her buttocks as he moved his hands down, undoing her boots next. When they were loosened, he moved his shoulder forward, giving her something to half-sit against as he lifted each foot in turn, sliding the stilettoed boots off and briefly rubbing each foot. That done, he eased the suit down her legs, kissing the back of each thigh alternately until she was free to step out of the pile of clothing.<br><br>Jax stood and moved quickly to the shower stall's glass door, pushing it open for the Matriarch. His cock half-erect, he gazed back and her, eyes running up and down as he marvelled at her fully naked form for the first time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 04:16:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya sometimes forgot the virility of the human race, especially among men. Even after coupling with a matriarch, he still had the desire for sexual contact, as displayed by the worship of her body. That aggressive tendency was what often made them the brunt of distaste among the Council races, though personally, she found it…interesting, with potential. The desire to procreate, the will to expand and conquer, yet it could be easily bent and steered into something completely different, just as she had done with Jax. A sign of his race, or a sign of her abilities as a dominatrix?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jax's lips touched her crest, then the back of her neck, both erogenous zones, but she allowed nothing more than a simple sigh of pleasure. As the zipper to her suit came down cool air touched the bare spots of skin gradually exposing. Wearing such an outfit was like wearing almost nothing at all, and while it allowed the skin to breathe, designed for high-adrenaline dancers in night clubs and their exotic positioning, it was just enough to raise the temperature of her skin to turn it clammy. The touch of his lips was cool down his back, but the lap of his tongue was warm between the gentle start of her buttocks. The touch of her breasts was disguised as support, but she felt the work of his fingers as he gently caressed them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I’m impressed, Jax,” she said mildly, using his body for support as he removed her boots. “You undress a matriarch and offer your body as if you served one all your life. You could give an entire lifetime of servitude, and it would still only be a fraction of an asari’s years.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She stepped into the shower, her feet moving into the warm pooling water; her toenails were painted a matching purple to match her fingers. As she passed, she beckoned to him with a hand on his cheek, gently coaxing him to follow her, then keeping him close as the spout drenched both her body and his. Once the hot warmth had spread across her entire body, she flicked her head, clearing the water from her eyes. Even under water, the purple Serrice lipstick stayed perfect to the last crease in her lips.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Now bathe me,” she said, gesturing towards a small shelf lined with lotions, soaps, and moisturizes of exotic and erotic nature. “Do it slowly and carefully.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 21:23:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jax rose to follow T'Shana, letting her fingertips on his cheek draw him along in her wake. His eyes drifted along the arch of her back, the sway of her hips and gentle bounce of her unbound breasts as she stepped into the stall, looking no less imperiously beautiful for her nudity (if a little shorter, sans heels). In many ways, she exemplified the image most humans had of the asari; haughty yet sensual; powerful, but subtly so.<br><br>He climbed under the rain of warm water, a tension in his lips as it sluiced down his back, washing his welts stingingly. But he immediately recalled her lessons, and surmounted the mild, distracting pain, letting the water wash the sweat out of the roots of his hair, darkening and plastering the golden mane to his head as he turned his face upwards. Jax's arms rose, biceps swelling and triceps tautening as he pushed his hands over his face, accepting the refreshment of the shower... then letting his hands fall around her shoulders. He looked down at her at her remarks about the comparative weighting of a 'lifetime' of service, his expression surprised under a glistening sheen.<br><br>“It must be strange, being surrounded by mayflies,” Jax mused, his fingers tracing the width of T'Shana's shoulders. “They're, uh, a short-lived insect from Earth.” He smiled at her command, his eagerness untrammelled. “Yes, Matriarch.”<br><br>He frowned as he glanced over at the array of cleansing and perfuming agents, unable to decipher the looping asari script. He reasoned the one that showed a silhouette of an asari with long, perfectly curved scalp crests was the equivalent of a shampoo, though, and reached over to retrieve the bottle. He tipped some of the silvery-blue gel into his hands and rubbed them together until they lathered, and then gently brought his hands to T'Shana's head. He moved close to her, until his wet chest muscles were pressed tight to her breasts, and his fingers slowly worked their way through the intricate furrows and ridges of her crests, working the substances from forehead to tip. As his fingers slide between them and rough palms grazed their curves, Jax's hands inadvertently tilted the Matriarch's face upwards... and he bent down, bringing his lips to her immaculately made up ones in a reverent kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-05-2012, 02:34:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jax focused on her scalp crests first, the lather in his hands first a little cooler than the water, but it quickly became just as hot. He rubbed it in deep, working the finest lotion Illium had to offer onto the blue skin until it was white and foamy.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She accepted his kiss willingly, but kept it brief and succinct. “Be careful, Jax,” she cautioned over the sound of running water. “Do not succumb to your body’s desires. For many years patrons have invested too much into my company, going to great lengths for just one last taste…and often losing themselves to the unforgiving clutches of debt in Illium’s underworld. I am willing to extend some compensation to you, but it is only very little.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There were even others who took a more ‘forceful’ approach, but they quickly met the true biotic strength of an asari matriarch. The Nos Astra law enforcement was quite familiar with her den for a variety of reasons, but to this day, Illarya had never overstepped their laws.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She turned in his arms, wet breasts and hard nipples sliding across his pectorals until her posterior nestled against his cock. From the shelf she took another bottle of cleansing lotion, then poured it over her breasts. The cool stream of gel trickled over their curves, and she guided his hands lower to begin to massage it into a hot lather that billowed down her chest and onto her body and thighs. She tipped her head under the flow of water, rinsing clean and gleaning the lather off with her own hands.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Now lower,” she instructed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>27-05-2012, 23:17:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jax pouted a little as T'Shana pulled her lips away, but it was from their attempt to follow hers as much as the disappointment of the broken kiss. The touch of her hands, her body played against the sting as the water washed his welts and wounds, and he could fervently believe the lengths people would go to for another taste, another lash, another word of cruelty or pleasure from the Matriarch. But he took her meaning; what he had purchased was at an end, and any further contact was a credit extended or gift given. He would take it in that spirit then.<br><br>The man shuddered despite the perfectly thermally-tuned warmth of the shower as the asari woman's firm blue curves rolled against him, and a low gasp broke from his lips. He eagerly followed her guidance, his cock throbbing against her derrière as he palmed her breasts, rolling his hands and working his fingers to lather her up and enjoy the fullness of her curves. Slippery fingertips squeezed her nipples, and the gun-callouses were highlights of texture as they roamed her smooth skin.<br><br>“Lower...” he agrees huskily, his leg muscles tensing as he sank slowly into a crouch. Jax's nose ran along the intricate curve of her spine, his wet hair falling like heavy silk as he panted and kissed a trail down to her rear. His hands kneaded her stomach and rolled across her hips as his mouth planted itself on each cheek in turn. Jax lifted on of her thighs and placed his arm under it, reaching up to grasp the opposite hip and making his folded biceps a ledge she could rest her thigh on, supported as he opened her up.<br><br>Jax's face bent under and pressed up in veneration, pushing his jaw and lips between her buttocks, flattening their lush blue roundness against his face. He groaned, his voice a basso vibration in the Matriarch's most intimate places as a tongue hotter and wetter than the water itself pressed into her tight blue rosebud. The two muscles fought until he was able to wriggle inside, lapping inside her ring as his other hand cupped her sex, kneading the lather into her labial folds with slow, circling motions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-05-2012, 18:19:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Illarya had no set way how a client should bathe her body when ordered to. If Jax saw fit to use his tongue to clean her most intimate parts like an Earthen dog, then she saw no reason to say otherwise. He had already proven himself to be quite eager when it came to her posterior, though this time, there was no crafty use of biotics to stimulate her hole.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She sighed in pleasure as he used his own body to take some of her weight. The water was pleasantly hot as it rinsed the lather from her breasts and body, his tongue even more pleasant as it lapped and prodded deep between her cheeks. His hands worked her sex, slipping into the azure that he had filled only minutes ago. She put her hand on top of his to ensure he worked slowly. Even if this was some hidden attempt to arouse her and extend what she could offer, she controlled her own body’s desires far more effectively than to give in.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So eager to lick between my cheeks,” she commented lightly, bracing an arm against the shower shelf. “And yet, so hesitant to take the initial step in exploring new and unfamiliar parts of the asari body. Humanity is still full of small puzzles, even after all this time.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She let him lick her ass out a while longer, presenting it freely as a gift to him. His fingers working into her sex was intimate and arousing as the lather washed clean. Meditating on it after their session and before her next would prepare her body and mind for domination. When she had deemed that she was clean enough, she rose fully on her feet, turning to face him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You may bathe now, Jax,” she said, gesturing to the bottles of soaps and lotions. “I have a small selection of human soaps, if you would prefer those. Allow me to extend a token of courtesy…bathing with two is often easier than bathing alone.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She took a bottle, pouring a cool gel in her palm, then slid around behind him, working a lather across his muscles while he cleaned the rest of his body. She worked lower down his back, eventually reaching his posterior and hips, which she soaped equally as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>03-06-2012, 22:13:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jax might have been embarrassed, that he was so painfully transparent to the Matriarch; but he shouldn't have been surprised. He attended to her for as long as she permitted, his tongue lapping the two-blue-moon collision between her buttocks, probing her rosebud, his palm kneading her sex. An attempt at biotic stimulation, a simple clenching wave of kinetic energy from hand to core, was foiled when the rain from the showerhead caused his skin to short out with a crack and minute flinch of pain, and shortly thereafter she stepped away from him and he was coaxed back to his feet.<br><br>The man closed his eyes with a stifled groan when T'Shana began returning the favour. He straightened, reaching for the soaps as she lathered up his back, the lash-marks stinging as the stuff cascaded down his wet flesh. Her hands, lubricated by the gels were so smooth as they scrubbed down, the sensation of her touch seeming to flow around her body and pool with his arousal. Jax groaned again, but marshalled the lessons she had taught, accepting the caress without becoming enthralled to it; distancing himself from pleasure and desire as she had taught him to do with pain and fear.<br><br>With those mental tools, Jax was able to endure the mutual cleaning until T'Shana decided to shut off the shower, and a cascading infrared field blasted the droplets from their skins in a wave of tingling heat. The crystal walls receded and he stepped out of the compartment, ruffling the roots of his hair where some water still lingered. He dressed, his body more relaxed and flexible after the warmth and cleansing, no longer snarling pain when he bent to pick up his jumpsuit.<br><br>He waited for her to instruct him to help or lead the way back into the skyscraper suite. “Thank you, Matriarch,” he said softly and humbly, glancing at the floor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Evening with Matriarch T'Shana</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 00:02:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was a difference between knowing that she could draw Jax back into the throes of seduction with a simple touch, and having the ability to control it, so Illarya exercised centuries of mental discipline, and respect. A lesser, crueler consort could have easily drawn him back to bed and into debt, but her business was respectable among the vice of Nos Astra, even if it did dabble in the deepest and darkest fetishes the galaxy had to offer.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After the shower, their bodies dried, Illarya slipped on a thin robe of translucent black silk, just sheer enough that her blue skin glowed faintly beneath the folds. The night was still young, and the lifestyle of a dominatrix demanded that she work long into it. Within an hour, she would be back within the supple, flexible confines of another skinsuit, or perhaps another outfit.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jax thanked her without prompting, and she smiled as she reached up to cup his chin. “My pleasure is also yours, Jax. The bonding is never truly the same for each individual. The sensation of your mind and body within mine is a step closer to Siari, to achieving oneness with the universe. Perhaps humanity is still too young to begin to realize this, but I think that our time these past two nights has brought you closer to understanding.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She led him back through her bedchambers, the myriad if toys and restraints waiting silently for their next subject. The sheets of the sprawling bed were still mussed from their coupling, but Juna would come to smooth them after he left.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At they foyer to her suite, she stepped up close to him gazing into his eyes as her arms slid around his waist. They flickered black after a blink, coupling with his mind in the briefest way like a kiss on the cheek. Imparted with the connection was a memory token; a sampling of the lust she had felt while suspended and entangled with him above her bed. Something of a tease, yes, but yet, a rare gift from an asari matriarch.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Should you ever find yourself on Illium, in Nos Astra, I think you know where to find me,” she said as her eyes returned to sapphires. “Speak to Juna before you leave, and she will credit you enough for a sensible transport to anywhere within the Attican Traverse. A small token of thanks and compensation for your…<em>rigorous</em> sessions.” She gazed at him a while longer, then stepped back. “Good-bye, Jax.”
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