Sun of the Gozu District (Patreon)

Colloquially, the rather odd nickname had come from the fact that, so long as she was present, the lights never truly went out in the district. For the Blue Suns though, it held an additional meaning in her status as a savior, and all around shining beacon of hope for their besieged corporation. Whatever possessed her to act the way she did, no one knew, and no one really dared ask - all they knew was that Subject Zero, whether out of boredom or some other unknown mechanism, would occasionally show up on Omega, as if appearing out of thin air, with a very specific activity in mind.

She would make a beeline for the Gozu District, where the Blue Suns were still dominant, in spite of the Blood Pack and other groups' attempts at wresting control from them. There, she would enter a specific residential building that, in the past, had functioned as a brothel, but which these days stood largely vacant, kicking out any and all denizens of whichever room she fancied, before informing any nearby Blue Sun that, indeed, she was there to "blow off some steam".

Ever loyal, word would spread up the chain of command, until Tarak, their seemingly immortal leader, would bring his best men down to properly secure the area. Medi-gel dispensers, loot and salvage booths, camera equipment, whatever they had which could feasibly make them money off of the inevitable stream of people followed for setup - in particular, they offered a liquid solution, applied externally, which would prevent any potential STDs that could come out of unprotected copulation.

The solution was homegrown by the Blue Suns on Omega, and Tarak, ever the selfless leader, was always the first to make sure this batch had turned out efficient in dosage, etc, ensuring his loyal employees would not suffer any ill effects from Jack's propensity to spread her legs across the galaxy.

"Glad you fucks have finally learned." She moaned as he entered her, Tarak feeling with some trepidation that her eager nethers, constricting around him in a manner that only human women could, and then some, would make the session a short one. Though the anti-STD solution offered some respite by slightly dulling the nerves of his member, it would not be enough to see him through the next 15 minutes - he was simply too excited.

"What's with you... and doing strangers raw?" He panted, staring as if transfixed at the ripples being sent across her sizable buttocks, the Batarian having wasted no time before beginning to pound her while, in the back of his head, noting just how horribly out of shape his desk job had made him.

"Rubber fucking sucks." She moaned back, Tarak noting her fingers digging into the covers of the bed. His excitement swelled in his chest at the little noises she made - they weren't strangers at this point, of course, with Jack having acquainted herself with him, and many of his men, those prior Omega visits of hers.

"You only... do strangers?" He groaned, noting how his member, no small log by any measure, would still effortlessly vanish between her thick cheeks each time his pelvis pushed forward. It was such a tantalizing view that his gaze drifted upwards, fixating on the back of her head instead, the woman's ponytail bobbing each time he made her move. He was, he found, actually interested in the answer, and thus had to last a little bit longer.

"Better that way... no baggage..." Came the answer, labored, short of breath, Tarak suddenly having to brace himself, stare at the roof and recite an old mercenary code as he felt her climax around his member, her insides desperately trying to send him over the edge. She grew so tight that it almost threatened to push his considerable size out, but the hardness of his member coupled with its sheer thickness made the task impossible, and so he rode it out - and damn, it was a long one.

"Do you... know my name?" He moaned, as her shaky breaths had calmed slightly, his pace slower than before as to grant her some respite.

"No thanks." She breathed, a degree of steel and irritation in her voice, which he quickly sought to sooth with a few hard thrusts. Owing to her demeanor instantly softening, it seemed to do the trick.

"Very well..." He answered, slouching over her and moving his grip from her hips to the waist - feeling her constrict around him in response, a twisted grin spread on his lips in turn. Her buttocks jiggled almost violently before him, the curvy woman moaning her approval as he began to hammer her hard, realizing that next time she climaxed, as she always did, his time would most certainly be up.

They weren't strangers, but not for any of the reasons she might think.
At another time, in another place, they had done this dance before.

"Oh fuck..." He groaned, leaning in towards her head. She braced herself on her arms in response, arching her back as she leaned back towards him, raising her head and eagerly giving him access to the back of her neck. He planed a few kisses there before running his tongue along the helix of her ear, letting out another groan right into it, fanning her with his hot breath as he kept pounding into her.

"Whore..." He whispered into her ear, just as he had back then. The batarian waited, but no reaction came from her save for a throaty moan into the crisp air of the station, completely unrestrained. Would she remember, if he gave his name? Did she even know it back then? The thought gnawed at his adrenaline-fueled mind. His friends were gone, since long - most of them, in fact, owing to the woman before him. While he was getting old, his memories of her were clear, though he found them none the less quickly mixing with those of the present.

"Fuck yes..." She moaned, casting a glance over her shoulder at him, his grip tightening around her, much to her delight. Juxtaposing her with the images in his head though, he could still see the passage of time, as clear as day - she'd grown more mature since, her muscled physique retained but with notably more curvature to her figure. The massive ass bouncing below him was as much a tantalizing quality of hers as it was a testament to the years passed - she'd always had a big behind, but back then, she was more... contained.

"Do you want it?" He moaned, his voice barely a whisper. Jack nodded, almost feverishly, whimpering out her approval as he felt, unmistakably, how she grew closer again.

"Y-yes, fuck!"

He had asked her the same, back then, and received the same answer, so many times. So many times, in fact, that his time aboard Purgatory was a haze in his mind, dotted with canteen visits for sure, but almost entirely dominated by the famed guard excursions to Subject Zero's acclaimed cell.

"My name..." He moaned, feeling how her rapidly approaching climax was pushing him to his limit. Back in the day, Tarak and his friends had paid her nearly daily visits, and though their relation had been off to a... rocky start, it hadn't taken long before it was so commonplace that he vividly, even in this moment, remembered arriving from his shift, just in time to trade places with one of his colleagues. Her shaky, exhausted legs had still hugged tightly around him as he churned the seed of an unknown amount of guardsmen inside of her, eventually delivering his own, as deep and thoroughly as he did every time. Gritting his teeth in the moment, he realized, all too late, that the very thought of her shapely thighs on each side of him back then was, in fact, the final straw for the present.

"Is irrelevant..." Tarak groaned, rationality somehow punching itself into his mind at the very last instance of brain activity. The past and present seemed to almost flow together, and as he watched himself mercilessly push his pelvis between her massive buttocks, the grip on her waist becoming vise-like , his mind was assailed by their previous encounters.

Her eyes wide and staring up at him, Jack's plump lips remained locked around his thickness, all the while one of his colleagues emptied his jewels inside her from behind, her suction never letting up as she drained him completely.

On her knees, her expert fingers finished him, almost effortlessly, and the smug look on her face was interrupted by a jet of seed splattering against her forehead.

Her massive buttocks tensed up, lacking nothing in muscle, as he emptied his swollen jewels inside of her. His toned stomach, still muscular in spite of his body lacking cardio, pried her cheeks apart, and he could see his thickness positively pulsate blow as he delivered his payload - her approving calls, a voice normally so hard, and now suddenly so very sweet, were almost drowned out by his own rumbling, unrestrained moan.

Propped against a wall, his hands dug into her thighs as he promptly filled her insides from between her legs.

A colleague of his groaned during his second climax, a weak, but thick trickle leaking out of his glans to coat the young woman's lips - Tarak instantly exploding from between her breasts at the sight, making a significantly worse mess of it all.

Moaning, loudly, he shot his seed deep into her ass, holding her in place with such force that she was unable to continue her ride on the man below. She whimpered in protest, frustrated at being unable to move, and it only coaxed more out of him.

He blinked, and finally, reality seemed to settle in. He looked down and saw himself still buried to the hilt, and slowly, reluctantly withdrew - his rapidly softening members swinging down to hang between their legs. Jack stood shakily on all fours, still, as seed began to spill out of her onto the covers, her breathing steady but labored, as he crawled off the bed and began to get dressed.

"I'll be back soon enough." He breathed, almost limping out the door a minute later. She did not respond, opting instead to rest on the part of the bed that was unspoiled.

Yes, Tarak was a selfless leader, and there was no better way of showing this than leading by example - specifically, by blowing at least one load of his seed deep into the woman, each and every time she showed up, before letting the steadily growing queue of his mercenaries partake in the fun.

Then, it was the matter of whoever showed up next. Provided they had the money required for entry, they would all have their turn in the sun.

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Angle 1:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/faroffwhisperedauk

Angle 1 Enhanced:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/safeexemplaryguernseycow

Angle 2:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/energeticvictoriousblueandgoldmackaw

Angle 2 Enhanced:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/memorabledeepiraniangroundjay

Angle 3:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/gravebothanemonecrab

Angle 3 Enhanced:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/defenselessjampackedbluebird

Angle 4:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/meagerheavybighornsheep

Angle 4 Enhanced:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/ediblescaredfishingcat

Angle 5:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/dishonestacrobaticiberianlynx

Angle 6:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/matureuniteddinosaur

Angle 7:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/belateduniquehoki

Angle 8:
https://www.redgifs.com/watch/emotionalfarflungkodiakbear

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Monday Loop, finally! This one was a lot of work, but I am pretty happy with how it turned out both animation wise and in editing. Hopefully you enjoy it too! Owing to feedback, I'm splitting the files into two separate archives from now on, one containing the original AVI renders, which are huge and without sound but of very high quality, and one containing the edited MP4 files, which have sound and other editing done to them but are significantly smaller in size, with a slight quality hit. If you're after all the content of the redgif links, they are the ones in the MP4 archive.

Do tell me if something's not right or missing, as it's quite a bunch of files to manage and keep track of :)

As always, thank you so much for your continued support, and for all of your kind words! December is officially upon us, with the upcoming holidays in mind. Hopefully, my health continues to improve as I shake this horrid cold, and I might have something interesting to share this coming Friday on the note of project work. All the best, to all of you out there.

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH