Orgasm Girl

~ Trust me, they get better ~

~ SAMARA ~

A few of the Normandy women were sitting at the bar in the starboard lounge area getting a little tipsy after a long day of drilling. 

“Hey Samara, come over here and have a drink with us!” Called out a sweet red headed woman.

As all the girl’s looked over towards the near millennium woman sitting in a lotus position when Commander Shepard called out, “Yeah Samara, why don’t you loosen up a little?” Reaching for a bottle behind her, “Here, the first one is on me.” It took a little coaxing but the pureblood asari finally conceded to have a few drinks with the women.

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A few hours later, when the observation deck had been cleared, the striking asari laid on her back and felt a little more woozy then she’d imagined from a few innocent drinks.  Samara tried to sit up when she heard the doors to her quarters open. But she was unable to.  In fact, everything was blurry and she could barely move.

A few seconds later she felt soothing hands run up and down her sides. Trying to summon her biotics to push away her unwelcomed guest, but nothing happened due to her current state.  Not quite panicking she thought, ‘One of those girls tonight must have put something in my drink.’

Mentally trying to figure out how to escape, she slowly found herself enjoying the needing of her body.  She began to hum softly at the petting and when she did, the hands became more forward as if they had silently asked her permission to continue their voyage over her body.

Feeling the fabric on her chest give way releasing her well rounded mature breast, Samara’s eyes rolled back in her head as she released a low throated groan. It didn’t take long for the skillful mouth to make a good impression on the long neglected asari. At first she tried and wanted to fight back, but as the slim fingers found their way into her wet pussy, she no longer felt the urge to resist.

The fingers feverishly slid in and out of the woman like a seasoned lover of the asari, as the lips never left the swelling breast. The woman’s free hand grabbed as the luscious blue ass giving it its own special attention as Samara thought, ‘Oh Goddess, has this woman read my maiden file? Ugh, that feels pefect.’

A passionate moan came from the blue woman’s lips as the skillful hands made good work at her throbbing love cave. The mystery woman was about full speed when she gasped and slightly pulled out. She froze in place as she watched the asari begin to glow a dull blue; not quite summoning her entire deadly force.  The asari’s eyes shot open, but due to her drug educed state, she could not see her unexpected lover’s face. But in all her years as a Justicar, she could sense the woman was afraid.

Samara looked down and could feel her body tingling with blue matter.  Without thinking she reached out to her blurry companion and said, “It’s ok, you’re just better than I thought.”  Smiling she pulled her lover back down onto her, encouraging the woman to continue her steadfast working of her soaking wet punnae. 

To the Justicar’s delight, the stranger held up one leg in her arm while her other hand continued their pleasurable assault on the woman’s wonder dome. Her lips licked, sucked and bit at the dark blue nipples buried deep in her mouth. Moan after gratifying moan streamed from the asari’s voice as she lost count of the number of climactic orgasms she had. 

The next morning the groggy asari stared up at the overhead and witnessed several biotic char marks. Sighing deeply, she wondered how she was going to explain her orgasmic outbreaks to Commander Shepard. That is, if Shepard didn’t already know about them.

‘Who was that woman from last night?’