Divide & Conquer 10 (Patreon)

Draugur

I didn’t bother keeping the satisfied grin off my face as the most well known and fapped over quarian in the multiverse slowly took her suit off piece by piece. Her face was mostly human looking, it had to be since her eyes and nose were visible through the visor, similar to asari now that I think about it. There were dermal plates on her head, reaching back almost like the petals of a flower, under which were dreadlock-looking tendril things like the yautja from the Predator franchise. The largest oddity was the strange line that ran from the middle of her lower lip down past her chin.

“Before we start,” Tali said as she began working the hood/sash thing free. “I’d like to try to convince you not to sell me.”

“Oh?” Revy asked curiously, as she tapped a few buttons on her smartphone and the two captured waifus she’d claimed vanished, sold to our benefactors/employers. “You do realize that this world lacks the tools to make the tools, to make the tools, to make the tools, to make anything you’re familiar with, yes?”

“Of course, however on top of the databases stored within my omnitool that contains processes for primitive steam technology, gunpowder, early industrial level steel production, it also has other functions that will allow me to find mineral deposits, run DNA tests, identify structural weaknesses, and the micro-fabricator within it will also allow me to take raw materials to produce technological devices that it contains blueprints for,” Tali basically babbled as her dainty fingers continued to remove her suit piece by piece.

As she began to peel the suit off her, my eyes were drawn to her hips, and I had one very important question I needed to ask, “How do you feel about anal?”

Tali blinked, pausing as the front of her ‘pants’ were in her hands, before asking, “I… you want… why?”

“Have you ever looked in a mirror?” I rhetorically asked, walking up to stand directly in front of her, her bound breasts less than an inch from my sternum. “Those hips and that ass of yours are to kill for.”

Her cheeks turned a dark purple, and her three fingered hands started fidgeting as she stammered, “Well… I’ve never thought about it… but… maybe?”

“Then we have an accord, my delightful engineer,” I all but purred. I have no idea where any of that behavior was coming from, but it seemed to be working because Tali practically scrambled to get the rest of her suit off. I was tackled to the crypt floor, laughing as I went down, but I needed to make sure one thing was clear, “Revy, don’t knock 'em up, and I get first go at that chocolate pussy but otherwise help yourself.”

As for myself, I turned my focus onto the alien girl in my lap. Cupping her chin, I leaned down and kissed her full on the lips. Tali moaned, as I used each and every trick I had, my fingers dancing along the perfectly smooth skin of her sides, pressing lightly in places in a mix between a tickle and a massage. I don’t know if I was hitting pressure points or anything like that, I was just following the instinctual cues that had been a part of me ever since I purchased the Sticky Fingers lure.

The end result of this was that I had Tali moaning into the kiss, her back arching and pressing her sizable yet tight and firm breasts into my bare chest as her hips ground against my pants. Then I got a rather sizable surprise, when the line along her lip opened up and her tongue slipped into my mouth. My eyes widened in shock, as Tali pulled back, her eyes hooded with lust, yet her tongue continued to dance with my own.

She tasted sour, not like the kind of citrusy sour of a lemon, but like the sour of certain candies. Not at all what I was expecting, but not unpleasant by any stretch of the imagination. Tali let her tongue leave my mouth, the black organ falling to hang from between the mandibles that formed her lower jaw. My eyebrows rose as I saw how far down her tongue hung, and my dick twitched in my pants as she cupped her breasts and pressed them together, before giving her tongue a titjob!

My own jaw dropped as I stared at the perfectly curved quarian rubbing her breasts along her saliva slick tongue for a few minutes. Behind her, I saw Revy bending Charsi over and ripping open her leathers. I turned my attention back to Tali as she drew her tongue back into her mouth, the two sides of her lower jaw closing back together and becoming indistinguishable from a single jaw once again.

“John loved it when I did that,” Tali muttered, before her hands let go of her tits and reached down for my pants. “I’m glad to see you enjoyed it just as much.”

I flexed, the raw strength in my saiyan body more than enough for what I wanted. The pants tore, the throbbing length of my dick snapping upright to attention as my hands came down onto Tali’s ass. My fingers gripped into the muscle there, and I spun us over before placing the head of my cock at Tali’s wet pussy. In the time it took Tali to blink in surprise, I’d already thrust more than half my length into her.

Tali’s back curls, the back of her head pressing against the floor of the crypt as my length plunged into her depths. Her pussy milked me, practically literally, the muscles of her channel squeezing around the invader in a wave. Starting at her entrance before moving deeper and deeper in, trying to pull me up to her womb.

“One of these days,” I grunted as I started fucking her in earnest, the wet squelching sounds of our mating filling the room. “Once I get a chance to talk to Help Desk and make sure it’ll work, I am going to fuck you in my dragon form.”

An idea popped into my head as I finally managed to hilt myself in the quarian, and I immediately pulled my scouter from the remnants of my pants. I would forget it if I didn’t do this now, but if it turned out to be kosher then this would be a major game changer in making the North into a dominant power even without me killing everyone else. Attaching the scouter to my head, I immediately dialed the Help Desk and kept fucking Tali as I listened to the nostalgic sounds of a dial up modem.

‘You have reached The Company Help Desk. Whaddya want?’ the resigned, tired voice on the other end asked.

“Two question, the first: what perks would it take to make it so that my waifus would survive sex with a dragon dick as big as them? The second: how many credits would it cost to purchase a couple herds of highland cattle?” I asked.

The line was silent for a full thirty seconds, before the person on the other side answered, sounding much more awake then they did a moment ago, ‘I’ll admit, the cattle question’s a new one…’