Forging Across the Stars 4 (Patreon)

It had been a week since my fugue ended, and I'd been hard at work in that time. Not just making gear, drones, and Chokers, though there'd been a lot of that. I'd also been putting together a plan for usurping control over Omega. At its most basic, it was a pretty simple plan: I was going to collar Aria T’loak, the ‘Queen of Omega’.

Of course, I needed more than just that. I needed a loyal cadre of supporters, an elite group, some special forces...okay, I was planning on getting a harem of alien badasses. What can I say, I'm a simple man, and the idea of an elite task force slash harem made me giddy.

“Darling,” Jessica's voice broke me out of my reverie, and I turned around in my chair to look at her. Seeing that she had my attention, she reached into her purse and pulled out a tablet that was four times as big as the purse she’d pulled it from. “I’ve made some contacts and received a job offer. One of which is from Afterlife.”

A shit eating grin spread across my face, and Jessica rolled her eyes, “Yes, you were right. But on a more important note, I made contact with one of the more reputable mercenaries, one who specializes in bodyguard duties: Ket Ordo.”

I raised my eyebrows in slight surprise. A mandalorian, specializing as a bodyguard? Sounded interesting, to say the least. Still, slightly cautious, I asked, “And he’s open to being hired?”

“She,” Jessica corrected, making my cock twitch. “And yes, she seemed quite interested. Enough that I have arranged a meeting with her at one of the smaller establishments in the Gozu District. We will be meeting with her tomorrow, at the station’s equivalent of noon.”

My gaze slid slightly out of focus as I checked the local time. I stared blankly at the asari-based time, before the read out glitched and twisted as my implants made the translations to human time. Eleven AM, meaning Jessica and I had a hair under twenty two hours before we needed to make our way to a meeting with a badass mando. A meeting I would definitely be bringing a Tempest Choker to.

Shaking my head slightly, I instead focused on what all I could do between now and our departure. I’d gotten enough of the scrap cannibalized to a point that there wasn’t anything else I could do with it until more junk was thrown away. What I did have was all being used by the manufacturing drones I’d made to make more drones, guns, armor, gadgets, etc.

In other words, all my actual ‘work’ stuff was off the table for now. Turning my gaze to Jessica, who had a husky, half lidded gaze and knowing smirk on her lips, I was pretty sure she knew where my thoughts were going. She’d shown me just now with the tablet that she did have some level of Toon power, and some of the prosthetics I’d made during my fugue would be life threatening to use if she didn’t.

My eyes trailed down her body, lingering on the swell of her breasts and the curves of her hips. Taking in the way her legs shifted as she walked towards me, I knew exactly how I wanted to spend the rest of the day.

“Strip,” I told her, standing up and making my way over to a shelf. I had a few things I wanted to try out, and Jessica was possibly the only woman I'd be able to use them with.

I didn’t need to turn around to know that she was doing as ordered, I could hear the sound of her stripping out of the bodysuit she’d been wearing. I kicked my boots off and dropped my own pants as I looked over the options I’d made, before making my decision. A few seconds later, and I was sporting a dick that was the unholy, hentai fever dream fueled bastard hybrid of a wolf and a clydesdale stallion.

Turning around, and taking a moment to savor the naked vision of sex on legs that was Jessica Rabbit, I held up a thin piece of black fabric and said, “This is a simple cloth choker, put it on.”

A single eyebrow raised, a hint of amusement on her face, Jessica took the plain neckpiece and clasped it closed over her Tempest Choker. The Tempest Choker would survive damage that would kill even her, which meant that trying to snap it was an exercise in futility, which was why I gave her a mundane cloth choker.

“Now, lay down on the table, your head hanging over the side,” I ordered, my hand stroking my prosthetic cock in preparation, the technology within it feeding me the sensations as if it were flesh and blood.

As Jessica complied, she asked, “Darling, are you planning to fuck my throat?”

“Yes,” I growled, walking up to her as she ran her hand under her hair, making sure that it hung freely, leaning her head back and opening her mouth wide.

Standing before her, I took myself in hand, guiding the tip to her mouth. Jessica suckled on the flared head, swirling her tongue around it, making me hiss at the sensations. Grabbing her breasts, I gave a firm squeeze, making her moan.

“You are a dirty girl, aren't you?” I asked, my tone teasing, before I slowly began sliding myself into her mouth.

Her eyes closed, Jessica hummed in response, her throat squeezing me as I pressed against the back of her mouth, then past it. Almost immediately, her neck bulged, showing my progress as I fed my length, over two feet long and as thick as her biceps, down her throat.

I let out a groan as her nose pressed against my balls, a whuff of air rushing past them as she inhaled deeply despite the obstruction in her throat. Looking down, I took in the sight of Jessica’s throat bulging out obscenely, the black cloth choker just barely holding on. The knot at the base of my cock was pressing tightly against Jessica’s lips, not having made it past the threshold of her mouth, the head and most of the shaft of my dick buried in her throat.

Pulling back, I felt her tongue running along the top of my length as I pulled out. Once just the tip was still in her mouth, she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked. The sensation, combined with the fact I could feel what was going on as if the dick were real, almost had me cumming on the spot.

“God, your mouth feels amazing,” I grunted, my hands gripping her breasts tighter, the sensation of her flesh giving under my fingers making me grit my teeth.

Jessica hummed again, and I couldn't hold myself back any longer. Pulling back, I slammed myself back in, making her choke as my knot forced her jaw open. Pulling out, I began to slowly slide myself in and out of her throat, the sensations feeding into my brain driving me crazy.

“Fuck,” I hissed, picking up the pace.

Jessica moaned around my dick, her arms falling to the side as her legs kicked weakly. If she were a normal human woman, she'd be dangerously low on air at this point, but I was sure she could handle a bit more rough treatment. Besides, she could always slap my thigh or something if she was seriously in distress.

“God, your throat is tight,” I groaned, slamming myself in harder.

I was starting to feel a bit lightheaded, my breathing getting faster as the pleasure continued to build. As I started fucking her throat faster and faster, her arms began flailing around, her heels tapping on the tabletop, but I couldn't care less. All I cared about was the sensations coursing through me.

Reaching down, I grabbed her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples, making her shriek into my cock and her body writhe. It felt incredible, her throat spasming around my dick, and the building pleasure was overwhelming. I needed release, and soon.

“I'm gonna cum,” I grunted, grabbing the sides of her head.

Picking up the pace, my hips a blur, I thrust wildly, my grip on Jessica's head keeping her firmly in place. Suddenly, my body tensed, and I let out a strangled grunt as the tension broke.

I saw white as my eyes rolled back, and my cock throbbed and pulsed as I came. My knot was buried in her mouth, the black choker snapped, the bulge of my length stretched past her collarbone, and I could practically hear the jets of cum I was directly feeding her.

It was, without a doubt, the best orgasm of my life.

Once I was finished, and the afterglow had settled in, I let go of Jessica and pulled back, allowing my spent member to pop free of her mouth. A stream of white shot out, splattering across her face and chest, and her mouth was wide open and filled with my cum, the rest running down along her face.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, watching her gulp down the last of my load.

Jessica rolled over, onto her stomach, coughing slightly, the sound slightly watery, and took several deep, gasping breaths. Once she'd recovered, she pushed herself up, cum dripping off her chin and onto her breasts.

“Are you alright?” I asked, reaching down to run my hand through her hair.

“Y-yes,” she replied, her voice rough. “But that was incredibly intense. I-I don't think I could handle it often.”

“That's fair,” I said, grabbing a small towel off the shelf and handing it to her.

Taking it, she cleaned herself up, before asking, “Is there anything else?”

“Yes, actually,” I said, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her onto her back. “Gimme a moment, to make the adjustments, but I have a fantasy I thought I’d never get to fulfill because of biological limitations.”

Less than a minute later, and I’d finished with my adjustments. My dick was still the same, but I’d swapped my scrotum out for what could generously be called a ‘bukakke model’ that was very loosely modeled after the production quantities of pigs. That done, I knelt between Jessica’s spread legs, the fingers of her right hand idly running over her pussy while her left hand pinched and teased at one of her breasts.

Lining myself up, I slid inside her, the head stretching her pussy wide, the skin of her stomach immediately bulging up to show how deep I was. She groaned, biting on one of her knuckles as we watched the outline of my horse-head cock reach further and further up her body. Finally, as the beginning of my knot pressed against her massively stretched wide pussy lips, I came to a stop, panting with the effort to keep myself from absolutely flooding Jessica's womb.

But it was worth it, and only one thing that would make it better…

“Push your tits together,” I rasped out, barely maintaining my composure, even as Jessica stared down at the bulge resting between her breasts.

Jessica turned her gaze up to my face, her eyes clouded with arousal and a touch confused, before she realized what I was thinking, and chuckled, though her voice was just as strained as I felt. As she did so, I couldn’t help but think that this whole thing was easily the best thing that had ever happened to me.

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In retrospect, it wasn’t really that surprising, but Ket Ordo turned out to be the hork bajir mando I’d seen that had freaked me out last week. She was also quite agreeable: so long as we paid her, be it in credits, new food she hadn’t tried (which with her being a hork bajir meant bark), or upgrades for her weapons and armor, she was cool with just about any job.

I was able to get her to agree to a preliminary, week-long contract by showing her some of the guns and armor augments I’d made, with the promise of more down the line. Jessica had been the one to cinch a Tempest Choker on her, and I was happy as could be. That was before my ticket to Unlimited PowahⓉ gave me a rather interesting boon.

= Forge Blessing Gained: Gero Expy =

I wasn’t sure what it did at first, but then the other blessings and whatnot started integrating together in ways far beyond what I’d ever imagined. It didn’t implant new knowledge into my mind (though I did have a number of ideas for some AI to explore later), but it made all of the connections between various disciplines become readily apparent, almost obvious in retrospect.

More than that, I had ideas for technology to harness the power of life itself, I could now see how the stasis and kinetic modules worked from base principles, this...this one blessing was a game changer.

Jessica was going to infiltrate Aria’s circle, I was going to build the technology that would turn Omega into a power that far surpassed the Citadel, and eventually the Reapers as well.