Asari Rhythm

"So Amelie... how did you become a dancer?" Commander Shepard asked as they hurried back to the Normandy.

It was a personal question, but they were well past formalities. There was something unsaid between them that Shepard couldn't explain. They walked the same way, they reacted to the same things, they even looked over their shoulders at the same times. She walked like a warrior, each step placed with purpose, light but powerful.

She kept her mouth shut, her mysterious nature adding to her appeal.

"Okay then, what do you do for fun?" He asked, trying to ease away her walls.

Amelie gave him a mischievous smile. "I dance."

Shepard laughed, "Really? Is that all you do?"

"Isn't that enough?" She teased.

He wasn't going to let her win this argument. "Maybe for most people, but why do you do it?"

Finally warming to him, she thought for a minute and answered, "It's about power. I can make a man weak by showing him a little skin. My body is like a weapon, and by dancing I can learn how to control it."

Shepard felt a chill running down his back. "So you're a black widow?"

She gave him puppy dog eyes, making his knees weak. "I'm not frightening you, am I?"

"Not at all." He answered, giving her a little wink.

Once they made it to the Normandy, Shepard gave her a tour of his ship. Amelie acted like a kid a candy shop as he showed her around. Her knowledge of ships surprised him, making him wonder what kind of girl she was. By the time they reached the Captain's quarters, Shepard had been completely intrigued by his mysterious little friend.

"So you like ships?" Shepard asked, not sure how to crack her shell.

For the first time, she answered him without hesitation. "Yeah, every since I was little I've wanted to travel the galaxy, get caught up in adventure."

"So why didn't you?" Shepard asked, pouring her a glass of champagne.

She let out a long regretful sigh. "I did, for a while. But things didn't work out like I had hoped, and I ended up stuck in that damned club."

"What happened?" He asked as he changed out of his clothes.

She had been waiting years to get this off her chest. After a deep breath, she explained. "I joined the Eclipse, thinking I could get my hands dirty as a mercenary, but it never felt right. Most missions I just set back and watched as the other mercs did all the work. I'd fire my weapon at the walls, pretending to help, but I didn't feel right murdering just to make a dollar. After a while they caught on. There was a stubborn ship captain they wanted me to execute, told me either I kill him or they kill me. My career as a merc ended in a flash of biotics and hail of gunfire, but I ended up saving that captain. He helped me escape, helped me start a new life, but he never felt sorry for me. He told me it was my own fault for joining such a dangerous gang. So, now I dance, I try to keep out of trouble, but I do miss the adventure."

"So you didn't like hurting people, but you killed all of those mercs you worked with?" He asked, peeling away another layer of her puzzle.

"They were murders, what I did was justice." She snapped.

"Did you enjoy killing them?" Shepard asked, leaning his lips close to hers.

Her lips trembled, afraid of what she might say. She quickly answered, "How could I, I was terrified. And it all happened so fast."

"You didn't answer my question." He hovered his lips millimeters from her, tasting her breath. "How did it feel, bringing those murdering bastards to justice?"

She pushed her lips forward, trying to kiss him, but he pulled away. Desperate for his lips, she answered, "I loved it. I loved crushing those cowards for what they did, for what they made me do."

Shepard pressed his lips gently on Amelie's, holding them there, but not kissing her further. He could feel her struggling, desperate for more, but she was waiting to hear how he would respond to her outburst.

He his lips away and gave her a smile. "Good, I can use someone like you on my ship. Someone who understand justice like I do. How would you like to join me, have that adventure you've been craving all these years?"

She couldn't believe her ears. Everything she ever wanted was being dumped in her lap by a man she hardly even knew. Her hands were trembling with excitement as she threw them around Shepard, hugging him tight, feeling that if she let go, her dreams would fall away.

"Take me." She whispered in his ear. "Lead and I will follow."

"Are you sure about this? It'll be dangerous, they say I'm on a suicide mission." Shepard asked, eyes fixed on hers.

"I know I'll be safe in your arms." She told him, believing every word.

She unzipped her bodysuit and pulled it off of her, freeing her body from it confinement. Shepard could see why the stripper had to wear such concealing clothing, her body was scared and burned from her years as a mercenary. But beneath the scars were well toned muscles, powerful and graceful. Her breasts, no longer hidden behind heavy fabric, were small but matched her athletic body. The years as a dancer had turned her body in to the perfect mix of desire and strength, her blue skin holding the light like a marble statue. Shepard's eyes followed the light down her body, over her taut stomach down to the her hairless crotch. Her slender hips, her long legs, her whole body made his heart pound in his chest. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"Why don't I finish up that dance I started back in the club?" She asked, hiding her body with her arms.

Shepard's and trembled with anticipation as he turned on some music, the song similar to the ones in the club. As Amelie started to dance, she did her best to keep herself covered with her hands. It wasn't about hiding her body, it was about revealing it. As she danced, she would let little glimpses of her breasts peak out from under her arm. She spun around, bringing both hand over her round butt. As swayed her hips from side to side, she would let her hands slip aside, showing more and more of her ass. Shepard's cock was throbbing in his pants.

"You know..." She said, looking over her shoulder. "This isn't a strip club. There isn't any rules against touching the dancers here."

A grin broke across Shepard’s face. He reached his hands around her chest and groped the soft mounds of her breasts, making her moan out in delight. He kissed the back of her neck, pulling her closer to his body. She had an intoxicating smell mixed in with the sweat and grim. It smelled sweet and heavy, something Shepard knew to be part of the Asari physiology. Her body was calling out to him, melting his mind to thoughts only of her. It was how the Asari reproduced, linking their mind to their partner, and this knowledge excited Shepard. Amelie wasn't just having sex with him, she was mating with him.

He took off his clothes and pulled her down on to his bed, her soft body colliding on top of his. In a pure panicked rush, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her, pushing her over on to her back. She let her legs fall apart, which seemed strange because Asari didn't reproduce like humans did. This told Shepard that Amelie was either really experienced with interspecies intercourse from her travels as a mercenary, or she knew enough and really wanted to please him. Either way, the act drove him wild. He pushed his cock towards her vagina, feeling it meld around him. With a soft thrust, he entered her, feeling a tingle of biotic power surging around them.

It was strange, having sex with an Asari. The only biological reason for her vagina was child birth, but somehow it wrapped around his cock like it was custom built for him. It enveloped him, the hot tightness making his legs twitch with pleasure. He pulled his hips back, stirring his cock around before plunging back inside. He could feel her taut stomach muscles straining against his. Her eyes were wide open, focused on his with wild determination.

"Shepard, this is insane. I hardly even know you." Amelie moaned, her chest rising and falling desperate for air.

"Does it matter?" Shepard asked, hips still pounding in to hers.

Her eyes seemed to grow wider as she figured out the answer for herself. "I don't think I care. I feel a strong connection with you."

"I feel it too." He grunted. "It's like we've know each other for years."

"Are you ready?" She asked, stealing a soft kiss from him lips.

Shepard felt his body growing tight, "Yes, I'm ready."

She locked eyes with him and said, "Embrace eternity."

Her eyes filled black, biotic energy rippled around them. In a rush of light, their minds melded together. Shepard could feel her inside him, her thoughts like voices in his head. He could feel her joy, her pleasure, feel everything she was feeling. Images started to play out like an old movie reel, scenes from her past, her childhood, her time as a mercenary. Images of his own life started to fill his mind, old friends and lovers, battles and fights. Everything started melting together, making it hard to know whose memories where whose.

He could hear her calling out his name, hear her screaming out his name in his head. The sensations came back to him, the feeling of her body, the tightness of her pussy. In a moment of pure ecstatic ecstasy, he felt his body lurch forward. His hips shuddered, cock throbbed, body being overwhelmed by his orgasm. He thrust one last time, splashing her inner walls with his hot seed. All he could do was hold himself inside of her while he twitched, his mind was still too overcome with life times of emotion to do anything else.

It really did feel like an eternity. When Shepard finally realized where he was, he found himself laying on Amelie's chest, his cock still pressed inside of her, cum dripping out around it. As he got up, his cock slid out of her with a wet slurping sound and pool of cum.

"Shepard." Amelie said once she finally caught her breath. "I never realized how much you've lived. I'm almost 400 and my life seems plain compared to yours."

"Then join me." He said, giving her another kiss. "Join my crew and I'll show you the galaxy like no one has ever seen."

"I am yours."

End

Author's notes.

I want to thank everyone for the great feedback I've received in such little time. It's feedback like that that really gives me the passion to continue writing, so thank you, and I hope this chapter didn't let you down.

I don't plan to add anymore, but if I did, I think the next chapter would be like one of those anomaly missions, a little bit of action, a little random violence, and then afterwards, a little more sex. I want to explore more of the Asari physiology, but it's hard with so little cannon information out there. So anything I do would have to be made up. I've been playing with the idea of exploring the tentacles on Asari heads to be how the Asari used to meld minds before their species naturally developed biotics. But like I said, I think this is a good place to stop.

Thanks for reading.