Bear's Beauties: Existential Crisis 68 (Patreon)
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I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Benezia had apparently orchestrated the death of Saren a full seven years before the events of Mass Effect, even as she led me to a small motel room that had a total of eight Asari within. Forcing myself to focus, I turned my attention back to Benezia, who was standing in the middle of the gathered Asari.
“Captain,” Benezia began, gesturing towards the two furthest to my left. “This is Doctors Mayar T’vaara and Visesso Kera, OB/GYNs. To their left are Doctors Pri’da Iessiro and Giestsy T’vetis, two of the finest surgeons in the galaxy. On my left are Doctors Ce’nais Kyvus and Taire Prajah, general practitioners. Finally, Doctors Hialtia Ateius and Erany D’coris were among the pediatricians I took Liara to when she was young.”
“Pleasure to meet you all,” I said with a nod. “How much have you been told?”
The one to answer was Dr. Ateius, who was tall, elegant and nearly purple in skin tone with enough up top to pleasantly smother anyone she clutched in her embrace.“You are the captain of an exploratory vessel, and there are a number of the crew that are pregnant mothers to be. We have read up on human anatomy and medical needs, as well as human pregnancies.”
So nothing about what we were really doing. If Benezia had picked up on it during our meld, I guess she didn’t believe it. Not that I could really blame her, given how far outside her life experience it was. Regardless, the closest that we had to a medical staff on the Yamato was Cameron’s files on human anatomy, which were intended for use in assassination, and Nikhol’s skills in Sith Alchemy repurposed for what could generously be called “healing”.
Yeah, a proper medical staff was something that we were pretty overdue for. Also, introducing them would probably increase my life expectancy when Nikhol got back from the trip she and Lana had gone on with Liara. Speaking of which…
“Well then, would you ladies like to go to the ship? We’ll have to take a shuttle up, and some of the crew aren’t in the system, but I can introduce you to those that are and show you to the sickbay,” I offered. “If there’s any specialized equipment you need, compile a list and we’ll get it as soon as possible.”
This time it was Dr. Kera, who was the shortest of the eight (and, if possible, even more curvaceous than Doctor Ateius) with an almost navy blue skin tone, who answered, her voice blunt and straightforward, “I believe that would be for the best. We will have that list ready for you before the end of the week.”
So it was with that that I led a procession of nine blue and purple skinned space women to the shuttle. At this point, flying it was like driving a car, but in more dimensions, and everyone from the Family who’d been involved in the defense against the failed raid were back on the Yamato.
The flight out of Elysium’s atmosphere went as was to be expected, the first few minutes following a provided flight path that stayed out of the way of any other traffic. Once we reached past the point where satellites sat in orbit, I turned the shuttle towards the direction of the Yamato, on the opposite side of the system that the Mass Relay was on.
No one asked any questions, but I could feel the curious gazes. From everything that I’d gathered in the time that the Anti-Monitor’s Iron-Man had dumped us here, most ships that weren’t specifically after something didn’t like to go too far from the Mass Relay in a system. It made sense, if something went wrong, you wanted to be as close to the rest of civilization as possible, so help would get to you faster.
We didn’t need that, and given the Yamato’s unorthodox design, it would be much less of a mess if we just kept it out of sight. Hence, parking on the far side of the system.
The shuttle had some measure of faster than light travel, it would make for a pretty long trip to and from anywhere if it didn’t, but the trip still took the better part of three hours. As we approached, I didn’t look up at the screen that was where the windows of a car would be. Sure, the feed from the cameras on the exterior were gorgeous, but this far from the system’s star, the sensor readouts would be the much more reliable means of navigating towards the docking bay.
It was, the first few times I'd done it, an utter pain in the ass. Still, we made it to the Yamato and the shuttle's lights lit up the side of the ship. The first thing that the medical staff noticed as I brought the shuttle into dock was that the ship clearly wasn't originally built for space travel. That was something that would be obvious to anyone who had even a remote glance at it.
“What in the Goddess’s name…” I heard one mutter.
“It’s a long story, and it’s one that I doubt any of you would believe,” I said, adjusting the shuttle’s yaw and pitch as we approached the hangar.
Bringing the shuttle in, I held my breath as the landing gear touched down with a jolt. Letting out a sigh of relief, I led the eight doctors and Benezia out into the hangar proper. My plan had been to show them straight to the medical bay, but the voice growling a single word as I was yanked off my feet put an end to that plan real quick
“Bear,” Nikhol growled, her hand outstretched towards me as I was dragged through the air. Her hand gripped my shirt when I reached her, and she held me up off the ground as she demanded, “What in Ragnos’s name were you thinking? You are not supposed to be anywhere near the front lines!”
“In my defense,” I began, holding my hands up defensively. “I wasn’t planning on it, the front lines came to me!”
“Mother?” a voice I recognized asked from behind Nikhol, thoroughly derailing any further defense I could think of. “Dr D’coris, Dr Ateius, what are you doing here?”
I looked over Nikhol’s shoulder to see both Lana and Liara, the latter of which was stepping around Nikhol and I and approaching the doctors.
“Liara?” one of them asked, her voice surprised. “Goddess, I haven’t seen you in over sixty years, you’ve grown so big!”
As Liara spoke to the doctors, I refocused and continued my defense in the face of an upset Sith, “I was already on the planet, being proactive and taking the initiative like the majority of you have been encouraging, when the pirates and slavers arrived.”
“‘Initiative’, hmm…” Lana half purred, half cooed as she stepped up behind Nikhol and wrapped her arms around the taller Sith’s waist. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. Why don’t you explain, in complete and thorough detail?”
“Even better,” Nikhol whispered, leaning in and surreptitiously cupping my crotch, “you can introduce us when we go back down onto the planet.”
I nodded, Nikhol lowering me back onto my feet, and gestured towards the gathered asari, “We have been given a medical crew, let’s go handle introductions.”
Benezia took over the introductions as we approached, and Nikhol used some manner of social-fu that resulted in her and Lana giving the tour of the ship, while leaving me alone with Liara. Which given the way my life had gone for the last several months, had a rather predictable outcome.
I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the hangar wall as slurping sounds filled the hangar, Liara kneeling in front of me with my cock in her mouth. Her tongue ran along the bottom, and I let out a small groan, feeling the tip pressing against the back of her throat. She sucked, her head moving back and forth, her bright blue eyes locked onto mine.
After a moment, she pulled back, a line of saliva still connecting her lips to my cock. Her tongue flicked across my tip, her soft hands stroking my length, and I could feel myself throbbing. Giving me a soft smile, Liara leaned back in, her lips meeting the tip. Her mouth enveloped me, her head moving forward until her lips met my pelvis. She paused there, her throat working around my shaft, and then she began to bob her head, moving back and forth along my cock.
One of my hands went to her head, grabbing her crest, and she hummed, sending a wave of pleasure through me. She sped up, the tip pressing into the back of her throat and then deeper.
“Urg, urhk, ulg,” Liara grunted as her throat was pushed open. She was breathing through her nose, her eyes focused on mine.
My hand moved down her neck, caressing her throat, and she moaned, her lips meeting my base. She pulled back, my cock sliding out of her throat, her tongue running along the underside, before she thrust her head back down.
She did this again, and again, each time going what felt like a bit deeper and sucking a bit harder, her tongue flicking across the bottom. I could feel my orgasm approaching, and the grip I had on her crest tightened.
It was coming, my cock throbbing, and with a moan, I came, my seed shooting down her throat. She swallowed, and with a grunt I thrust forward, burying my cock as deep in her throat as I could. She continued to swallow, and a second wave of cum flooded her throat.
With a gasp, I let her pull her head back, a few stray ropes of cum falling across her face. Panting, she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out. My hand still on her head, I pulled her towards me, her lips meeting my tip.
A third burst shot into her mouth, and her eyes rolled back. I could feel her moaning around my cock, and she closed her lips, her cheeks bulging as she sucked. She pulled her head back, and with a swallow, my cock slid from her mouth.
A moment passed, and her eyes focused on mine, her hand running along my length. With a smile, she stood, her lips meeting mine. After a long kiss, she pulled back, her body pressed against mine, and I felt myself harden again. I ran my hands down her sides, and with a small grin, she pulled back, her wet pussy pressing against the head of my cock.
“I was hoping we’d get to do this again,” she whispered as I turned us around so that her bare back was flush against the wall. “Please, take me.”
I kissed her, and thrust my hips forward, a groan escaping our lips as my cock buried itself into her pussy. We began to move, grinding and bucking, our lips meeting and tongues dueling. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, mine under her ass, supporting her, as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I thrust into her, each thrust punctuated by a small moan.
She gasped, her hands moving up to cup my cheeks, and we began to kiss again, the pace increasing, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the hangar. Her back was still pressed against the wall, the two of us locked together, and we continued to grind.
Liara was gasping and moaning, her hips thrusting, her pussy squeezing my cock. With a shudder, she came, her lips meeting mine as her body tensed. Her pussy tightened around me, her nails digging into my back, and she squeezed her legs, holding me close as I picked up the pace of my thrusts.
“Please,” Liara said through pants. “I want it, cum in me, fill me, flood me with your seed, please, please, ple-AHH!”
With a final thrust, I came. With a groan, I felt rope after rope of cum shoot into her, and her eyes widened, before rolling back. Her body went limp, her mouth open and drooling, and with a shudder, she came. I could feel her juices running down my leg, and the two of us stood there, connected.
After I regained my breath, I placed a kiss to the base of her neck, and said, “I need to have reunions like this more often.”