Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

“So, he’s not being a bother… right?”
 
The holographic screen before him flickered as she paused to consider the question, but even to this day, Liara T’Soni’s exotic beauty was enough to knock him speechless. It had taken a few years (And a lot of ‘almost’ deaths) but after one galaxy-wide threat too many, Commander John Shephard had finally asked the love of his life to marry him. He’d taken a well-deserved step back from the life of a hero, joining the security force of a company focused on bringing medicine and proper facilities to those planets less fortunate, a company headed by none other than the woman before him.
 
Unfortunately, that company had brought them to where they were now. With him stuck high above the atmosphere of the minor colony where Liara had descended to do her work. A colony now under quarantine after a severe outbreak of some airborne pathogen that brought all travel to and off-world to a grinding halt. It was frustrating, near maddening to have her so close yet so far, but they talked every day without fail and the medicine Liara had brought had already gone a long way towards curing the problem plaguing them. It would still be a couple of weeks though before the travel ban was lifted and citizens were allowed to once more leave their homes.
 
That brought them to their second issue.
 
“Hmm… no, I would not say so.” Her soothing voice worked wonders to calm his soul, even from the planet's surface. “He has been quite accommodating so far, though the conditions may be less than… optimal, shall we say.”
 
That was one way to put it. Even through the screen, Shepherd could see the grungy state of the apartment, barely enough to accommodate one person, let alone two, but there wasn’t much they could do about it. It had been a small miracle that out of all the planets and colonies in the solar system, they had managed to find themselves trapped on the very same one occupied by one Jordan Shephard, his younger brother in the loosest of terms, born long after he had left home and travelled off into the galaxy. The vague updates he had gotten over the years did little to paint the boy in a pleasant light, with him having recently left home at the ripe old age of fifteen due to being too lazy to do… anything. John wasn’t even sure how he could have afforded to get off planet and onto this colony, having never worked a day in his life or even achieved the most basic of education. It was by pure chance that Liara had even found him, a stray name in her database that drove her to visit him if only for the sheer curiosity of meeting someone related to her husband. He was not what she had been expecting.
 
Even as young as he was, Liara was surprised by just how… thin, he was. With none of the muscle mass she’d come to expect from a Shepherd, Jordan was short and gangly, his forehead only reaching up to the far older woman’s chin while his face was as smooth as could be, black hair unkempt and his attitude…
 
A sudden shout from off-screen drew her attention and John watched on curiously, tapping the volume button to make sure he could hear what could only be his far younger brother's young and obnoxious voice hollering through the apartment.
 
“Oi! You using the holo-screen?”
 
John watched as a strangely nervous light entered Liara’s eye before she shot a look towards him where she had enlarged their video call onto the screen while Jordan had been busy elsewhere in the apartment. There was a split second of indecision on her face before the beautifully exotic Asari shrunk him back down to the tablet-like device which rested on a terribly stained coffee table, littered with food containers and an ashtray overfilled with stumped our smoke sticks made of something other than simple nicotine.
 
She made it just in time as Jordan stomped his way into the room and over towards them, barely even acknowledging her as Liara quickly scooched herself over to the side of the couch to make room for his lanky frame to come crashing down onto the cushions.
 
“Good, I don’t want you fucking up my recordings with any of your freaky alien nonsense-... oh. Hey John.”
 
Neither brother seemed happy to see the other, even through a video call, with the renowned Commander Shepard glaring furiously at the boy's disrespect while said younger brother sneered and turned back to the screen, picking up the remote and flipping the channels until he reached the one he wanted.
 
“Jordan. I see you haven’t changed since the last time we spoke.” Shepard rumbled, clearly not meaning it as a compliment.
 
“Why would I be the one who changed? You’re the one who went about getting all friendly with the freaks and monsters of the universe.” Jordan scoffed.
 
“One of those ‘monsters’ is my wife, who is sitting right beside you and-”
 
“Should be making herself fucking useful. Honestly, they don’t teach you things manners when you enter civilised human space?” He drawled, making Liara jump as she realised she was being addressed while her husband watched on furiously. “Stop being lazy and at least go and grab me a damn drink!”
 
Shepard tried to catch her eye and tell her she didn’t have to listen to the little bastard but she was too quick to obey, scampering like a nervous rabbit out of the chair and moving out of frame towards the connected kitchen while Jordan just continued to grumble.
 
“Honestly John, a fucking blue skin? I get it, she’s got nice tits and a fat ass for something that crawled out of a crater, but you couldn’t have just fucked her and dumped her before finding a woman who isn’t made out of leather?”
 
John opened his mouth to unleash his scathing fury but the sudden blaring of a too-loud holoscreen drowned him out, the sounds of moans and squealing girls drawing Jordan’s attention as he grinned hungrily.
 
“Are you-” Shepard couldn’t believe it, outraged at the obscene sounds coming from the monitor as his brother completely ignored him. “Are you watching PORN!?”
 
Jordan didn’t even bother to respond, possibly not even hearing him over the sounds of various women screaming in pleasure kept him occupied, a growing bulge in his shorts soon pushing up into the palm of his hand as he groped himself shamelessly and curled his lip.
 
“Where the fuck is that drink?”
 
He turned around as if that would make Liara magically appear, and when she didn’t, he seemed to get even angrier.
 
“Jordan? Hey, I’m talking to you!” Shepard yelled as his brother stormed to his feet and aimed towards the kitchen. “You better be on your best behaviour around Liara or I swear, I’ll-Hey, HEY! JORDAN!”


 
There was no door covering the entrance to his kitchen and so as Jordan turned the corner he had a full view of Liara, bent over at the waist with her fat, white bodysuit-clad ass stuck out straight towards him as she tried to peer up the faucet of the sink, a dusty glass in her hand.
 
This was the first time he had looked at her since coming back to the living room and the sight of what she was wearing made his blood boil.
 
“What…” He ground out. “Are you doing?”
 
At the sound of his voice, Liara jerked back up, looking over her shoulder with wide eyes before apologetically gesturing between the glass and his sink.
 
“M-my apologies, I was trying to get your drink, but it appears that the sink does not work-”
 
“I meant a beer, you dumb Xeno bimbo!” Jordan snarled, advancing on her as she almost seemed to drop the glass at his tone. “And what did I tell you about your shitty space suit, huh!? I told you I don't want that crap in my HOUSE!”
 
“B-but this is all I have to wear, I cannot retrieve a change due to the travel restrictions!”
 
“I. Don’t. Care!”
 
Liara yelped, so flustered that she couldn’t even speak, couldn’t even try to reason as he grabbed her by the lapels of her snow-white bodysuit and dragged her into the centre of the kitchen, pulling her forward onto her tiptoes as he sneered up into her purple cheeked face, his sour breath making her nose wrinkle and her heart hammer as his cruel, dominant eyes bored into her.
 
Liara was not a child. She had been alive for over a hundred years, young for her species but ancient compared to what humans could achieve naturally. Alongside her husband she had fought countless enemies, ended conspiracies and saved who knows how many lives.
 
She was not an easy woman to intimidate.
 
And yet, this child, this boy had not seen any of that. Not her accomplishments, experience, or her heritage. He had opened up his door and let her in, all the while making no effort to hide his complete and utter contempt for anything not human, a mindset most likely born from the deaths of his and John’s parents back on earth. 
 
Liara didn’t get angry. At first, she’d just convinced herself that it was simply interesting, seeing someone so closely related to John who was nothing like him except for the shared features on their face. But that didn’t explain why she was so willing to take his abuse, why the insults towards her species made her short of breath of the rough way he shoved her out of the way when he needed to squeeze past her, left the Asari feeling lightheaded.
 
“Take it off.” He seethed.
 
“W-what?” Liara snapped out of her daze to meet his eyes, her face hot as she became painfully aware of the strong hands by her neck and the way her tightly packed chest was rubbing against his own. 
 
“Maybe they don’t have it wherever you’re from, but here, among normal people, there’s this thing called RESPECT! We’re not on your floating metal death trap, so that means when I tell you to take off that freaky alien BULLSHIT then you’ll damn well fucking do it before I tear it off of you and toss your ass out into the STREET!” 
 
Spittle landed on her cheek as he yelled and Liara couldn’t help the way her eyes fluttered at the violent way he shook her around like some sort of toy, her breath coming so fast that she was almost panting as a small, treasonous voice in the back of her head compared this rough treatment to her husbands own feather-light touch.
 
“M-may I at least use your bathroom to cha-?”
 
“NOW!”
 
Liara jolted as he dropped her and stood back, glaring imperiously and not moving his eyes a millimetre as she jumped to obey, bringing her hands up to the collar of her outfit and unlacing the straps before taking a hold of the small, mechanical zipper that held it all together.
 
She glanced up at him meekly to double check this was what he wanted but his stony face made his opinion perfectly clear. She started to drag it down, the sides of her suit coming apart as her tongue smoothed itself over her lips nervously, finding them dry as the hyper-intelligent archaeologist half-heartedly tried to stop her heart from pounding.
 
“Haven’t got all day bitch.” Jordan snorted impatiently, spurring her on to drag the zipper down faster while he devoured the sight with sadistic eyes.
 
Her teeth left marks in the softness of her lower lip as Liara kept her eyes glued to the dirty kitchen tiles below while she slowly, shakily began to drag the two pieces apart, taking a deep and trembling breath as Jordan wolf-whistled at the sight of her magnificent chest packed in tight behind the standard issue black fabric of her sports bra, her blue tits practically spilling out as she whimpered and slid the sleeves down her arms.
 
“Well, would you look at that? I’m starting to understand what John sees in you!” He leered, delighting in her embarrassment as Liara brought both hands down to the waist of her suit.
 
She had to bend forward to push it down and neither one of them could ignore the way her titanic titties bounced and jiggled behind her bra, causing Jordan to stiffen even further as he spotted the faint shading of purple which could only be her areola whilst she struggled to squeeze the skintight outfit over her gloriously fat ass.
 
Finally, she managed to get it done, a fiery breath of relief leaving her lips as the material hugged her thick thighs while sliding its way down to her feet, pooling around her ankles for her to step out of as the cool air on her naked skin sent goosebumps racing up her arms.
 
“Good.” Jordan grunted. “Now dump it in the bin, you won’t be needing it anymore.”
 
Liara almost protested at that, but a firm look from Jordan put a stop to any resistance as she tried to gather up whatever remained of her dignity, chin up even as she kept her eyes down while she turned on the spot and headed for the trash chute at the end of the kitchen. Jordan’s eyes were almost like a physical force as they burned their way into the jumping cheeks of her bouncy rear, each step causing the meat of her rump to jump where it hung out the bottoms of her woefully unequipped black panties. Even when they were shaped like men's boxers to try and cover as much as possible they couldn’t hold it all back, leaving plenty of wobbling blue ass on show as she finally reached the trash and dumped her suit inside.
 
“I-is that…” Liara gulped, noticing the first hint of dampness wetting her lips down below whilst her heart raced and she turned to face him. “Is that all?”
 
Jordan just stared, not saying anything for the moment as she nervously shifted from one foot to the other while trying to cover up the cavernous surface of her cleavage with a single slim arm, the other dropping down to put spread fingers over her panty-painted mound.
 
“No. That will not be ‘all’.” He mocked.
 
Liara chanced a confused look up at him, just in time to catch his meaty hand shooting forward to grab her hard by the upper arm, making her gasp more in surprise than pain as his fiery-feeling fingers tugged her over towards the fridge.
 
“Hands flat!” He barked, and Liara didn’t even hesitate to obey, keeping her legs straight as she bent forward at the waist to brace her hands against the fridge door.
 
“Gotta check in case you brought along any of your creepy alien gizmos.”
 
“I-I wouldn’t dare-”
 
“QUIET!” He roared, and Liara felt a full body shudder as she heard the same almost breathless quality to his voice as the one in her own, his eyes scraping their way up and down her back and long legs, devouring the fullness of her ass while she trembled. “I’ll be the judge of that...”
 
She dared not turn around as Jordan crouched down low, his breath caressing the sensitive skin of her backside as he wrapped his hands around her ankle, taking a solid grip before dragging his palms up the length of her leg and stroking her soft skin from foot to thigh as Liara’s breathing got heavier in response. He finished one leg then switched to the other, repeating the same motions as a soundless whine vibrated in the depths of her chest. Without thought she arched her back, upturning her ass as if offering it up only to face crushing disappointment as he skipped her booty entirely, going straight for her flanks as his palms pressed against the softness of her ribs and stroked their way up her sides.
 
Wherever he touched sparks lingered, putting Liara on edge as her eyes began to dilate and her entire attention was turned inwards to tracing the pathing of his fingertips. When he reached the band of her sports bra and toyed with it, excitement and anticipation filled her chest alongside the curious heat putting a weakness in her  knees only to once again brush right past it as, unlike last time, Liara did give an audible whine, pathetic enough to bring a burning flush to her face as he finished patting down her arms and pressed his lips against her ear so that she could feel his sneer.
 
“Oh? What’s this? Got something to hide, blue skin?”
 
The disrespect to her people made Liara’s eyes flutter as she gave a husky groan.
 
“N-no, Jordan, you’re just v-very CLOSE!” Liara gasped.
 
As she was talking Jordan had brought his fingers around to the front of her chest, grabbing her sports bra between fingers and thumbs before TEARING it up and over her tits, leaving them to bounce energetically from their binding prison before he snatched a plump, milky blue orb in each palm and squeezed, leaving visible finger marks in her flesh as Liara squealed and arched her back.
 
“Thought you could sneak it right past me, huh!? Damn Xeno bitch!” He sneered. “What are you hiding!?”
 
Liara couldn’t find the words to tell him that she wasn’t hiding anything, his rough hands squeezing and moulding her breasts with a hunger nearing violence as her desperate, hearty moans filled the air, loud enough to echo throughout the apartment as Jordan’s palms slid through and around every inch of her tits, checking the crevice of her hefty cleavage and clearing the silky warmth of her underboobs before finding her nipples and pinching.
 
“EEK!”
 
“Ho ho, gotcha!” He hissed in response to her squeak, toying with her nipples as Liara thoughtlessly bucked her fat ass back against his crotch in response, groaning as his throbbing bulge spread apart her ass cheeks. “I bet that’s not normal. You on something, blue skin? My brother marry some smacked-up alien whore?”
 
He emphasised the insult with a twist, making Liara’s eyes roll back as a sudden rush of juices stained the crotch of her panties while she bit her lip and grunted at the fiery sting of Jordan tugging on her bullet-like nipples.
 
“HNNGH~ N-NO! That’s-”
 
“That’s what?” He seethed, gripping harder as she writhed furiously while making sure to keep her palms flat on the fridge. “You trying to tell me this is normal!?”
 
“NO!” She croaked, humiliated as he dragged them painfully away from her chest before letting them snap back.
 
“That’s what I thought. So you’re either dosing…” He leaned in, chest pressed to her back as his breath told her he was hovering right over her neck.
 
“Or you’re a slut.”
 
Without waiting for a response he pulled away and Liara groaned as his fingers left her tits, more in disappointment than relief before a sizzling sting followed by the ear-ringing ‘CRACK’ of a hand spanking her so hard on the ass her dump truck blue booty rippled made her squawk.
 
“Next.” He snorted.
 
Liara felt his hands grabbing her panties right before they went soaring down to stretch around her knees, her tongue shooting out past her lips as the fresh air slapped against her clearly drenched pussy, its glistening juices staining her inner thighs while glimmering droplets decorated her lips.
 
Dread and arousal overwhelmed her as Jordan’s hands wrapped around her curvy body to grab her by the wrists, dragging them back and making her yelp as she went crashing face and tits first into the fridge while he forced her fingers to dig roughly into an ass cheek each.
 
“Spread ‘em.” He growled, reaching down to touch himself as she moaned excitedly at the ice-cold fridge soothing her tortured nipples. “Prove your innocence, slut!”
 
Liara didn’t think she had the strength to do as he asked but she tried anyway, chest heaving and causing her whole torso to rock as she pried apart the cheeks of her shelf-like rump to expose the wrinkled, dark blue star of her anus.
 
“You’re fucking soaked! You like displaying your nasty blue asshole to humans that much, huh!?”
 
Without warning Jordan reached out with his other hand and slammed three fingers into Liara’s cunt, making her eyes roll as she squealed and felt her entrance gush as his thick, tough fingers stirred up her honey pot, sending juices spilling down her legs as he roughly sawed them in and out with an obscene ‘schlick-schlick-schlick’ before dragging them out and reaching forward to shove them in her face.
 
“Well bitch? You like it that much!?”
 
His fingers, coated with her juices proved too much for the Asari as she caught one whiff of her arousal and moaned, eyes rolling back as she pulled harder on her ass cheeks and confessed.
 
“Yeeesssss~” ‘SLAP!’
 
Another harsh smack, this time to her thigh had Lara near gurgling with pleasure as Jordan cruelly wiped her juices all over her opened lips and cheek.
 
“Yes, WHAT?”
 
“Yessss, I LOVE showing off my nasty blue asshole-” ‘SMACK!’ “SIR!”
 
“No shit you dumb busty bimbo!” He sneered, shoving his fingers into her mouth for Liara to lick and suck clean, her juices teasing her taste buds and sliding down her throat as she gargled throatily before he pulled them out.
 
Gasping for breath, Liara felt her vision explode into a nebula of colour as Jordan took those spit-shined fingers and used only two of them to spear open her asshole, getting a lusty screech from the alien as she felt her tight, elastic ring burn and reshape to accommodate him. She looked back over her shoulder, cloudy-eyed and moaning as she tried to view her own violation, only to jerk her eyes forward as he twisted the fingers in her asshole threateningly.
 
“John thinks I’m just some stupid kid, but he’s the one who’s forgotten just what you people are! But I know better…” His fingers twisted again, stretching her ring to almost gaping as the air got stuck in Liara’s throat and she started to choke from the pleasure. “You’re stuck here for the next few weeks, and by the time John comes to collect your sloppy, stretched-out hide, he’ll know it too. That you’re just no good…” He added another finger. “Human loving…” They squeezed past the third knuckle. “Cock hungry…” Liara’s eyes rolled back. “Whore of a god, dammed-“
 
‘SQUELCH!’
 
“BLUE SKIN!”
 
Liara came. She came like she’d never came before, an orgasm so violent that it forced the air from her lungs in a high-pitched squeal as her whole body began to vibrate and her asshole clenched around the boy almost fisting her ass, the walls of her anus flexing and trying to suck him even deeper as her balled up fists beat against the metal door of the fridge.
 
She only had one thing to say.
 
“Hwaaaaagh~ thank YOUUUUUUU!”
 
“Don’t thank me…” He sneered. “Just hurry up and get my fucking DRINK!”
 
Jordan ripped his fingers from Liara’s asshole as she gasped before croaking as he shoved those fingers into her mouth, turning her cross-eyed as she moaned hotly, desperately sucking as the combined taste of her pussy and asshole overwhelmed her taste buds and turned her into a vacant-eyed pig hell-bent on sucking him clean, her backside already closing up from its temporary gaping state as she drunkenly fumbled for the handle of the fridge and dragged it open, stepping back and grunting from the wave of ice cold air that slapped against her sweltering tits and still throbbing nipples.
 
A half-finished six-pack of beers sat inside, thankfully one of the only things occupying the fridge, making it easy for her to find as she hurriedly reached forward to grab at the ice-cold metal can. In her haste, however, Liara made a mistake, overestimating the strength she’d regained in her arms so that as she went to pull it out, the carbonated drink slipped from her fingers.
 
It was with a growing panic that she watched it fall through the air, dodging her grasping fingers on its way to smash against the rock-hard kitchen tiles, the top erupting in a fine mist of fizzy beer that sprayed her from the neck down until the entirety of her wobbling blue chest was lathered in a thin layer of booze, the rest spilling out into a small puddle on the floor before she finally managed to save the half empty drink.
 
The only thing Liara could hear was her own deafening heartbeat, too shocked to turn around and face Jordan, the boy having gone deafeningly silent as he slowly, far too calmly reached forward to take the can from her hands. She watched from the corner of her eye as he brought it up to eye level and gently swished it, feeling its weight and evaluating just how much she had lost.
 
“You…” He breathed in deep. “You…” Liara’s eyes clenched tightly shut. “YOU!”
 
With a squeal Liara felt herself being dragged up right before being forcefully spun and thrown against the door of the fridge, slamming it shut so hard it rattled the kitchen counter beside them as Jordan clamped his hand around the ring of her throat, pinning the sputtering blue-skinned beauty to the ice cold surface as he glared red hot fury into her eyes.
 
“Can’t you do anything right?” He seethed as she whimpered.
 
“I’m sorry!” She croaked, but that wasn’t going to cut it.
 
“I take you into my home and you think you can just go around DESTROYING what’s mine!?”
 
Liara opened her mouth to respond but he didn’t wait, raising his free hand before her wide eyes before swinging it down with murderous intent into the top of her blue, slippery slopes, the spine-tingling ‘SMACK’ causing her to shriek like a banshee as her eyes rolled back and her pussy gushed from the brutal sting of his palm on her tit.
 
“Think you can just strut around with your ass out and your tits on show, making a fucking MESS of my kitchen!?”
 
He didn’t stop there, keeping Liara pinned by the neck as she squirmed and writhed from the blows he rained down on her constantly swinging breasts. She brought her hands up to try and protect them but he just worked around it, attacking the sides, the tips, giving her uphanded slaps that caused an entire orb to rocket up and smack her on the chin while she grit her teeth and tried not to faint from the ecstasy.
 
“KYAH! I’LL CLEAN IT!” She squealed, arching her back and rolling her body as Jordan stopped beating her tits red and purple.
 
“Oh yeah? With what?” He demanded before taking a familiar two fingers and sinking them into her weeping cunt with a visceral ‘SLIKCH’, showing just how wet she had become from the degrading abuse as he sneered down at her fluttering eyes. “You gonna waste my cleaning supplies on your goddamn mistake?”
 
“Oooooowaaaah~” Liara gurgled as he finger fucked her so hard his palm repetitively spanked her on the clit, the loud ‘THWAP-THWAP-THWAP’ making her jaw clench as she gave a gargled response out of sheer desperation. “MY TONGUE!”
 
Jordan stopped his aggressive churning of her pussy and instead brought his face closer to her flushed and panting face.
 
“Your tongue?” He growled as she frantically nodded her head the best she could past the grip on her throat.
 
“Yeeeees~” She moaned, mutely thumping her fat ass back against the fridge as she did her best to hump the hand which had just been playing her like a fiddle. “I’ll lick it up, I’ll lick it allllll up, I’ll show you how sorry I am!”
 
Jordan didn’t respond for a moment and Liara, for one horrified breath, thought she had lost him. Then his familiar, condescending scoff rang in her ears, right before the hand on her throat tensed and pushed, causing her to yelp like a bitch in heat as she crashed onto her knees and fell forwards onto her chest, smack dab in the middle of a puddle of spilt beer.
 
On hands and knees with her ass in the air and her tits squashed down onto the slippery kitchen floor, Liara had never felt more alive, a miniature climax sparking her clit and sending fresh juices down her inner thighs as she trembled in excitement from the casual disregard for her dignity. Then the sole of his foot pressed down on the back of her head, her flexible crests moulding beneath the pressure as she was shunted face down into the puddle, her eyes burning as her nose blew foamy bubbles in the spilt beer while she thought she’d found paradise.
 
“Then stop fucking around and get to work, you damn Xeno mutt! Crawl around in the dirt where you belong and stop WASTING my booze!”
 
Jordan kept her face pressed into the tile, appreciating the softly scaled feeling of her head and neck beneath his foot while he ground it down and used her features like a rag to wipe up his floor. If he wasn’t watching her head bob eagerly, loud and sloppy slurping noises coming from her mouth as she blissfully sucked up the sour-tasting booze, he was staring at her ass, the cheeks wobbling lightly and independently like a seesaw with every lurid movement she made.
 
Then he remembered the feeling of her long, silky tongue, piping hot as it ran wild around and between his fingers, the memory quickly becoming too much as he reached down into his pants to palm his cock, dragging it angrily from behind his trousers so that it could bob and flex while he stroked himself to the sight of this depraved, sexy alien wife desperate to humiliate herself for his approval. The sense of power was intoxicating, and the fact it was his brother's wife only made it that much more enjoyable.
 
“Damn blue bimbo, I bet you thought it was reeeeal funny, HAH!? Showing up at my door where all my neighbours could see, treating me like a child while you made them think I was desperate enough for pussy that I’d settle for some jumped-up alien prostitute?”
 
Liara coughed and sputtered as the foot left her crests and was instead replaced by Jordan’s hand, her surprise replaced by pussy wettening excitement as he dragged her upright and back, until her fat ass was squashed down on her heels while she kept both hands flat to the floor and her spine was arched, neck straining as he kept her tilted nearly as far as possible. What she found there was something that defied the laws of reality, her scientific brain scrambling to make sense of what she was seeing while her primal side creamed itself.
 
“Do I look like a fucking kid to you, BITCH!?” He hissed.
 
Her mouth, still shiny with a slimy coating of beer that extended all the way down from her cheeks to her tits, fell wide open and her tongue slid out like a dogs as over a foot’s worth of throbbing, vascular cock meat hovered above her upturned face to cast a shadow across her features before falling, slamming down like a meteor with a sweaty, grimy ‘PLAP’ right on top of her face. The stench alone was enough to numb her brain, the heat coming second as she crossed her eyes stupidly to try and gauge just how fucking large it was while his balls fell from their cradle to drape their tennis ball-sized selves over her forehead.
 
“Oh gaaaaawd~” Liara whined, huffing and puffing like she’d run a marathon. “Such a filthy, unwashed human cock! It reeeks~”
 
“Don’t you remember? The water doesn’t work. That means no taps, no working toilet and no SHOWERS!” He grinned, a twisted thing that put his teeth on show as his words washed over Liara’s faltering brain. “Don’t worry though. All that said, I think I know how you’re gonna start pulling your weight around here…”
 
He rubbed himself roughly across her features, listening as her breathing picked up until she was almost hyperventilating while her tits bounced from the motion. A sickening grin stretched his cheeks as he took a hold of his shaft and began to drag back, pulling it up the length of her face towards her brow whilst his mushroom-shaped tip smeared its greasy self over the plump pillows of her lips, ignoring how she sucked in a mouthful of its air while it passed before the foreskin covered edge came to rest beneath her nose.
 
“After all, what else can a useless, pampered alien broad do, except get to cleaning?”
 
With a slowness verging on torture for the hopelessly aroused Asari, Jordan began to peel back the cover of his foreskin, and as it slid over the turgid girth of his cock head to reveal what lay beneath, Liara choked. It felt like the smell physically punched her in the gut, tears immediately springing to her eyes as she gargled and took deep, chest-rattling snorts of the cloud-born from chunky, curdled-dick cheese, gathered all around the covered-up edges of his helmet.
 
The hands on the floor came up as if to grab him, though from the way she was sucking down his musk like it was ambrosia no one would believe it was to push him away. Liara controlled herself though, knowing the results of such an undisciplined action wouldn’t end well for her and so, after moments of hesitation, she instead took a death grip of her wonderfully thick thighs, digging her nails into the point of almost drawing blood while she sniffed and helplessly kneaded her legs.
 
“Come on slut, time to put that mouth of yours to use aside from putting your poisonous, deceitful words inside my brother's ear. That’s it~ just a little more~”
 
The hand in her crests pulled harder and Liara whimpered as she was bent even further back, eyes falling beneath the hood of his sweaty nutsack and leaving her without sight as she tentatively, tremblingly brought her tongue up. It reached up from her lips, wonderfully pink and sweet as the tip crept closer and closer before finally giving that layer of smeg a single brush.
 
Liara blacked out.
 
The second his salty, vile taste spread across the plains of her palette she was lost, groaning like a wounded animal as it burned through her senses and into her chest, giving birth to a bonfire as her hands slid inwards towards her mound and her tongue dug in. Awareness returned as she took the first thick chunk between her lips and started to chew, her mouth wetly smacking as she treated it like a gourmet meal before swallowing it down with a hearty ‘GULP’ and opening back up for seconds, making Jordan groan as she eagerly began to scrape him clean with her tongue, rolling his cock filth around until she had a thick, chewy ball of the gunk to savour as one hand prodded her clit and the other climbed down to her slit.
 
“That’s it you nasty, scaly skank, open up and make way for a REAL man's cock!”
 
Liara did so happily, swallowing down the load in her mouth and stretching her jaw so wide it ached as her smegma-smeared tongue rolled out like a dirty welcome mat for him to crouch over her face and take aim at. The head barely managed to fit between her lips, making a snug fit that filled her grateful cavern to the brim as he brutally began pushing for the back of her mouth while she gargled and glurked around him.
 
Spit ran like twin rivers from the corners of her mouth as she tasted every vile, divine inch that crawled towards her throat, splattering all over her tits and adding a glossy sheen to the blue mountains which shook from the quickly growing spasms of choked-out pleasure caused by the monster now poised at the back of her tongue.
 
“Come on you unfaithful blue bitch, is that the best you can do!? Stop acting like some blushing bride and TAKE! MY! DICK!”
 
“HLURK!”
 
Drool exploded from her lips as Liara felt Jordan drive his cock down to the root, groaning all the while as her rebellious throat roiled around him, teasing and massaging his length while her tongue squirmed hungrily around the top. 
 
With her nostrils flaring, throat burning, eyes crying and her fingers hooking themselves into the tight, gooey entrance of her pussy, Liara moaned like he had made her the happiest woman in the world. When Jordan tensed his thighs and started to rise up, his cock went with him, and Liara showed the first signs of resistance as she pursed her lips into an airtight seal around him and sucked.
 
“SCHLRK-SCHLICK-SCHLUUURP~”
 
It was almost like she’d made it her mission to suck him off in the lewdest, sloppiest way possible, her warm spit sloshing around him like a washing machine as she hollowed her blue cheeks and squeezed her ass, putting everything she had into slowing down his withdrawal from her hungry little throat while Jordan just moaned before pausing at the tip.
 
“Oh, now you want to show off your love for thick, human cock? Don’t worry ‘sister’, we’re only done…” He hunched forward, thighs pulled taut like a bowstring as he sneered down at her fully displayed curves. “When I SAY WE’RE DONE!”
 
Liara’s spine creaked as Jordan put his whole body into pile driving his cock down towards her stomach, his pubes clogging her nose and leaving a few strays on top of her shiny, swollen lips while she retched. He showed her no mercy though and she didn’t even dream of asking, all too happy to clutch at his studly schlong with her throat while lashing at him with her tongue as her fingers made an obscene ‘schlick-schlick-schlick’ sound from between her legs.
 
The force he put into his thrusts caused the entirety of her curvaceous figure to jiggle and jump, drawing his eyes straight to her fat tits and thick hips as he reached down and sunk his fingers into those wobbling pounds of flesh, groaning like a beast while he mauled them with a lusty, intolerant fervour.
 
A sudden ringing from his pocket snapped him from the mindless rut he’d fallen into and Jordan snarled as he let go of one quickly bruising mound, ignoring the muffled squeal of protest while making it up to her by using his free hand to pinch her nipple and yank, dragging one entire melon sized titty into the air and suspending its weight form the poor, bruised nub while she nuzzled her nose into the crease of his balls gratefully.
 
“Tch, of fucking course.” Jordan grumbled, trying to stand up straight and disgorge his monster cock from Liara’s oesophagus.
 
She just sucked him even harder, trying to tempt him back in before he gripped her by the throat, ripped himself free and sent her slamming back down onto all fours with a well-placed ‘SLAP’ to the face, causing her eyes to cross as the pain triggered her own pussy emptying orgasm whilst she reflexively jammed her fingers up deep into her snatch.
 
“The fuck do you want, John!? I’m literally a room away, what are you calling for?”
 
Liara had to bite her lip to try and hide the lowly, disgraced moan crawling up from her throat, the thought that her husband was close enough to hear in such a pitiful, fallen state filling the formerly proud Asari with liquid shame, running contrary to the fingers continuing to rub frantic circles on her clit while Jordan stepped through the puddle of forgotten, drying booze to face her quivering frame head on. Her eyes flickered between the phone and his cock, a fact he was clearly well aware of as he held her husband in one hand and switched the call to speaker while teasingly running a palm up and down the exterior of his angrily flexing shaft, the beast clearly upset at having its newest sex toy taken away so abruptly.
 
Two could play at that game though, and Liara suddenly couldn't have cared less about her husband, her saviour, as she felt an old spark reignite in her chest, causing the silky, scaled beauty to sit back on her heels and heft her tits up with her hands, one colourful pillow marred with his fingerprints in each hand as she brought them together like a platter, looking up at him with tempting, smoky eyes.
 
“I wanted to talk to my wife, and I was tired of listening to that filthy video YOU left on. For fucks sake, Jordan, what kind of twisted shit are you into? It sounded like someone was being assaulted in there!”
 
Two sets of eyes widened as both Liara and Jordan listened harder and realised that there was no video playing from the living room, the one he had left on having ended long ago, meaning that John hadn’t been listening to porn. He had been listening to them.
 
The simultaneous realisation made Jordan grin like a madman as Liara shuddered from the flush of molten hot arousal that such twisted thoughts sent through her.
 
“Oh ho, is that so? Sorry about that John, I completely forgot. I was a little busy with Liara. What did you think though, she sounded hot right? Like a real, hardcore fuck slut?”
 
Liara had the face of a woman desperately trying not to groan in desire, no matter how hard she wanted to, finding the only way that she could stop her disgraceful sounds of depravity was to take both swollen nipples and shove them between her lips, making Jordan’s mouth drop open as she looked him dead in the eyes and suckled from her fat tits like a calf would from a cow.
 
“I couldn't care less, Jordan! And don’t put that shit on while Liara is living with you, god knows she already thinks you’re the scum of the earth-” John droned on.
 
Jordan rolled his eyes and mimed along to the words as Liara fought to stifle a giggle, instead moaning suggestively to draw his attention back to her tongue rolling around her breasts, licking up the sweat and dried-up alcohol that had left a thin layer on her skin. The irony of it all was extra delicious, and the only Shepard present to see her putting on such an obscene show could think of no better reward than giving his cock a quick bounce, as if to say come and get it.
 
Eyes glimmering as her tongue lolled back and forth across the slippery slopes of her cleavage, Liara’s yummy body shuffled across the floor towards him until she was close enough to take a quick, eager snort of his balls. Sated by the pungent musk, the Asari scientist spread her knees apart to show off the sticky mess he’d made down between her legs while tweaking her nipples as she rose up and quickly clapped her well-lubed funbags around his shaft.
 
Jordan had to bite back a moan but Liara couldn’t even do that as she felt his cock wildly throbbing between her breasts, a breathy gasp whispering out past her lips, just barely loud enough to make it to the speaker as the Commander’s rant came to an abrupt, confused halt.
 
“...Is that Liara? Is she there with you?”
 
Jordan bit his lip so hard it almost bled as her cloud-like tits swallowed his cock whole, only the bulbous, pre-cum leaking tip sticking out the top as Liara quickly began bouncing that ass on her heels to wank him off with her slobbery titty sandwich, mouth wide open and ready for him as he fish hooked one side of her entrance while stiffening at the way her tongue lovingly licked at his thumb.
 
“Mmph! Yeah, she is, cleaning up a mess she made!” Jordan grunted, bending his knees and adding his own power to her stroking as he started to sharply hump the underside of her tits.
 
“Well, put her on then!”
 
“Sorry John, can’t do that!” He sang, looking Liara straight in the eye as his thrusts sped up and the thumping ‘PLAP-PLAP-PLAP’ of his crotch colliding with her chest synchronised with the slippery sounds of his shaft sliding through her cleavage. “I’m cooking something up right now, something especially for Liara, to show just what I think of her!”
 
“Jordan, stop being a prick and just put Liara on the pho-”
 
“No can do John, it's cumming! Don’t worry though~” He sneered, pulling the phone away even as his brother's furious voice erupted from the speakers. “I’ll be sure to have her call you in the morning~”
 
“Wait a second, Jordan! JORDAN!”
 
‘CLICK’
 
The call ended and Jordan casually threw his phone over onto the counter, grunting as his balls started to twitch and Liara’s ragged moans spilt free.
 
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK! That’s it you blue-skinned pig, work those fucking tits! He has no idea, does he? That his wife is just another Xeno cum pocket desperate for the taste of superior human SEED!” Jordan roared, his thrusts turning more aggressive as every hit of his crotch against her tits sent ripples throughout her chest while Liara wailed, finally free to display her wanton desire.
 
“NO! He has no idea, I thought he was the one, so capable, so impressive, but he just can't measure up! I want it, your cum, your DNA, give me a TASTE of what having a big dicked stud like you would do to my species!” She squealed as Jordan threw his head back and groaned.
 
“You want my cum you unfaithful WHORE!?”
 
“YES YES YES! CUM ON ME, CUM ON THIS CHEATING BLUE-SKINNED SLUUUUUT~”
 
“TAKE IT!”
 
With a final, violent roar Jordan rammed himself balls deep into her tit-pussy and unloaded, the head of his dilating, spasming cock pausing past the entrance of her mouth before flexing and spewing a thick jet of spunk all over the back of her throat, actually clogging up her airways as Liara gargled the cum in her mouth and felt her eyes roll back at the overwhelming taste and the thick, viscous texture.
 
Jordan slipped himself from the hold of her tits and wildly began pumping his slimy length, pulling out of her mouth and forcing Liara to reflexively close her eyes as he wildly began firing rope after rope of chunky white jizz all over her face, reaching as far back as her head crests while the rest coated her from forehead to chin, leaving a thick white glaze of cream dripping from her cheeks and nose as she blew snot bubbles through his cum. A long, ragged groan of near euphoric gratitude rumbled from her chest as he carried on showering her, hosing down her neck and chest in his molten hot seed while she brought her hands up to rub it into her skin like lotion, squealing as the weighty strands slapped her on the nipples before falling to splatter all over her plush belly and thighs.
 
When his orgasm did finally come to an end, it wasn’t clean, the last few gritty spurts splashing down onto the kitchen tile to mix with the dried-up sticky beer, catching Liara’s hawk-like attention as she spotted the movement through blurry, spunked-up eyes and dove forward with a soggy, squishy ‘SCHLAP’ that spoke of just how hard she threw herself down onto her slimy tits to catch the first few cock rockets with her tongue.
 
Jordan watched, almost impressed at the depraved depths she would reach just to taste a little bit more of his cum, his lip curling as she followed the trail like a drugged-up bloodhound to where a few errant drops had landed by his foot and pressed her flushed cheek tightly to the tile. From the corner of her eye, Liara looked up at him, making sure he could clearly see as she opened her mouth wide and rolled out her tongue to start teasingly lapping at the arch of his sole and the grimy kitchen floor, earning a pleased sigh as she kept her chest pressed to the ground while arching her back and sticking her fat ass up before wagging it like a good, obedient bitch.
 
“Mmm, it’s good to know I was right about you. You’re one filthy little wife, aren’t you? Don’t worry.” He grunted, crouching down to slap his flaccid cock wetly down onto her upturned cheek with a slimy ‘SPLAT’ before reaching over her back to clap a hand down on her left ass cheek, vigorously jiggling it in his hand as she moaned and sucked on his toes.
 
“I’ll make sure to send you back John’s way with more than my cum on your breath.”
 
Liara’s pleased smile shined brighter than any star.