The Galactic Human Empire Pt. 2 (Mass Effect) (Patreon)

Themes: Consensual, Master/Slave, Submission

Word Count: 2,311

Summary: A different perspective, from the point of view of one of the original Asari Collaborators. She remembers how they were, before the humans arrived. They deserved to be conquered. They needed what the humans had to offer. Control. Direction. Instruction.

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She was special, in a way. Old enough to remember the time before the humans had come. Old enough to know how terrible those days were.

“Anise! Anise darling, where are you at?”

Slowly, the beautiful Asari rises from her cushion, where she’d been reading one of the preapproved texts provided by her Master. With a slightly placid smile on her face, Anise walks from her bedroom and down the hall, into the kitchen where that very same man is awaiting her. Her Master smiles at the sight of her.

“Ah, there you are. That’s a good girl, come over here for me, won’t you?”

Bowing her head, the Asari does just that. When her Master nonchalantly undoes the button holding her top together with one hand, she raises no protest, even as the form-fitting garment bursts open, her absolutely massive mammaries bouncing and jiggling, exposed. Of course, her Master barely pays that any mind. He’s seen them do it often enough.

Anise is not her true name. At least, it is not the name she was born with. These days, it is the only name she answers to, and even in her heart, even in the deepest recesses of her mind, she views herself as Anise. As one of the oldest Asari left in the Great and Bountiful Human Empire, she would technically qualify as a Matriarch under the old ways. At eight long centuries of life, Anise had seen much. She’d seen her civilization go through war after war, until finally the humans came and brought with them peace and control.

There was a reason Anise had lived so long. Unlike so many of her peers, the purple-skinned Asari had seen the true, glorious nature of what the humans were trying to do. She saw what they could accomplish. In the end, she’d helped them. She’d helped her Master’s great, great… many times great grand-father. And as her reward, she had been allowed to serve him and his family, his children’s children, for the last few centuries.

Anise’s full lips part slightly and a light exhalation of breath leaves them as her current Master directs one of her nipples down into his glass, squeezing and receiving a steady stream of creamy milk for his trouble. This was their morning routine, in the end. Her Master drank a cup of her breast milk with his breakfast every single day, and Anise happily provided it to him.

She had not always had breasts this large of course. When the humans had first come to Thessia, she’d been young. A Maiden on the verge of becoming a Matron. Even then Anise had seen the hate and the loathing and the self-destructive tendencies that had lived in her people’s heart. Over the centuries, her figure had filled out. She’d grown ever so slightly in other ways, but it was her tits that had truly expanded.

Eventually, one of her masters had taken note and asked her outright if she’d like to please him in an entirely new way. Anise, always one to see to the happiness of humans had acquiesced without even knowing what he meant. Within a week, she’d had breasts a size larger than before, and that could lactate on command, a store of warm, creamy-smooth milk always stored in her mammaries.

In the centuries since, her masters had all quite enjoyed the taste of her lactation. This one truly did, probably because his mother had died in childbirth, and his father had used her to breast feed him in the end. When he’s done filling his glass, her current Master finally turns away from the work he’s doing on his omnitool, grabbing hold of both her tits and lowering his mouth to them.

Anise stands absolutely still, gasping and mewling but never once moving as her Master pays homage to those that came before him by worshipping her purple breasts. He drinks straight from the tap as he likes to say, and he licks and sucks and kisses her soft, pliable tit flesh to his heart’s content for a good several minutes before pulling away and moving to take his breakfast and his milk from the kitchen into the dining room.

The aged Asari composes herself, and then follows a moment later, walking in as her Master is sitting down and scooting his chair forward, grabbing for his utensils. There is no one eating with him. Her Master is growing older by human standards, and yet he has no wife. His hair is not yet grey of course, and thanks to advances in medical science, the richer humans have lived longer and longer these last few centuries… but still, one would expect a human male to be married at the age of fifty.

It was not her place to question his judgment though. Anise would never dare, even if she’d practically raised him, even if she’d breastfed him. Hers was to obey and serve. His was to make the decisions. That was the right of the human race. They were the ones who had managed to set aside their differences, rising up from their planet and bringing Order to the galaxy.

Slowly, Anise lowers herself to her knees. She does not move too quickly, she does not rush. Instead, she crawls under the table with her hips swaying sensually, and she takes her time to make sure she’s positioned properly. Then she waits, kneeling beneath the table right in front of her Master’s legs, until finally he spreads them apart.

That is her cue, and Anise takes it, her dexterous purple fingers moving up and tugging at the drawstring of his pajama bottoms. Licking her lips, Anise pulls said bottoms down until her Master’s cock, long and thick and already half hard, bounces up from its confines, nearly smacking her in the nose. It doesn’t though of course, because Anise has had quite a lot of practice in this.

Every cock is different, she’s found. And yet, in the end many of them are very much the same. Grabbing hold of her Master’s shaft, Anise strokes up and down his length, watching him grow before her eyes with as much delight as she had the day before. This too is part of their morning routine after all. Eventually, Anise moves forward and opens her mouth wide. She takes her Master’s shaft past her lips and right down her throat, swallowing continuously as she sucks inch after inch down her esophagus.

There is no choking, no gagging. Anise does not have a gag reflex. Her first master had had it removed to make her duties easier on her. None of his descendants had ever cared to reverse that decision, at least so far. It made the act sucking a cock far more pleasurable for Anise. Well, that and the fact that there were pleasure receptors embedded inside of her throat as well, a part of the same procedure that had removed her gag reflex.

Anise’s eyes roll up in her skull as she bobs her head up and down on her Master’s cock. Her continuous moans are muffled by the massive intrusion in her throat, but they only make it more pleasurable for the human man sitting in front of her, as vibrations reverberate up his length. One of her hands moves under his shaft and cradles his junk, massaging and kneading and groping his balls quite expertly.

Even with all of her training and all of her advantages, it still takes Anise several minutes to draw out her Master’s first load of the day. Such is the willpower of humans. Such is the strength of the human race. When his seed does finally come, the aged Asari happily swallows it down, with the same ease with which she’d swallowed his cock. There is no gagging or choking here. Anise does not spill a drop as she drinks and drinks and drinks. 

This is her morning meal, and she would not miss out on it for the world. This is the first Master to feed her this way, and it makes Anise extremely happy to know that the man she’d watch grow up cares for her so much that he’s willing to change his body. He’d altered his ejaculate so that it would have all of the nutrients she needed to survive. So long as she got a good, healthy dose of his seed in her belly two to three times a day, she would never grow hungry and never be malnourished.

Sliding her plump lips off of her Master’s cock with a pop, Anise takes great care to put the slowly softening member back into her Master’s pajama bottoms, tucking it and his balls away before beginning to retrace her journey. Crawling out from under the table, the Asari rises to her feet and stands at the ready at her Master’s side, watching him finish his breakfast, waiting to hear if he has any daily orders for her.

This is where the usual morning routine ends. What happens next changes by the day, and it is completely at the whim of her Master. Sometimes he gives her some tasks to complete around the house for the day. Sometimes he even took her with him, in which case she would need to get dressed. Other times, he-

Her Master rises quite suddenly from his chair and grabs her by the back of her neck. Anise gasps as he forces her in front of him, bending her over the table. The purple Asari is quick to arch her back and lift her hips. This causes her ass to move up into the air, and a moment later she feels her Master’s cock against her big, fat bubble butt (as one of her previous Masters so liked to call it.)

This was also something he sometimes did, if the morning blowjob wasn’t enough for him. Moaning wantonly, Anise shakes her ass, even as her Master takes hold of it and grips it tight, his cock hot-dogging her behind.

“God, Anise. I quite love your body; do you know that? You Asari, such exquisite creatures… my records put you at eight hundred and thirty-two years old. You age like fine wine my dear.”

She doesn’t respond, not with words anyways. He hasn’t asked her a question, after all. But she does moan some more, especially when he slips his cock off of her ass-crack and down below to her ready-and-waiting pussy lips. Her hungry cunt swallows her Master’s thick, long cock whole. Inch after inch of his length slides into her pussy and her tight, slick insides clench down around him as he thoroughly invades her.

His cockhead pierces right through her cervix and directly into her womb. But then, of course it does. This too is a modified part of her, something she was happy to give up in order to better accommodate her Masters as they enhanced themselves and fucked her with bigger and bigger cocks over the centuries. Humans had evolved, and she’d had to adapt the only way she could… through science.

As her Master fucks her womb directly with his big, hard throbbing meat rod, Anise throws her head back and cries out her orgasm, cumming around his cock in no time flat. Her next climax hits almost immediately afterwards, and then they don’t stop coming. It’s not always this way. Every Master is a little different, Anise has found. But this particular Master, on top of loving to drink from her tits directly, also loves it when he can fuck her silly in a good fifteen-minute quickie.

That’s exactly what he does, plowing her senseless right there over the dining room table as Anise’s voluptuous purple-skinned body bounces and jiggles against the hefty, sturdy piece of furniture. His hands come down on her upturned ass as he fucks her, and he smacks her fat posterior silly before he’s finally done. His cum spills into her womb only after her eyes roll up in her head and her tongue hangs out of her skull.

By the time he pulls out of her, Anise is using the table for support, and doesn’t even have the strength to stand up. Her Master lays one last smack across her ass as he tucks his cock away again, and then his voice fills her ears.

“Take an hour to yourself sweetheart. Then clean this up and tidy up the house. I’ll see you later, for lunch.”

And like that, her Master is gone. Anise doesn’t actually know what he does, but like his ancestors, he’s extremely well off. The home they live in is a massive, modern technological marvel. Slowly but surely, the aged Asari rises from her prone position across the table. She rests a hand atop her abdomen, right over her cum-filled womb, and she smiles.

There’s nothing more satisfying for Anise than to satisfy her Master. Though he’s given her an hour, the Asari feels recovered in far less time, and ten minutes after he’s departed for work, she’s busy cleaning up as her Master ordered, tidying up their home. In the end, she returns to her cushion and her book well at ease, completely and utterly content.

There she sits, waiting for when her Master will arrive home for lunch and call for her again. Depending on how stressful the first half of his day has been, he very well might use her for some relief once again. Anise doesn’t dare hope though. She will be allowed to suck her Master’s cock for the much-needed nutrients in his seed while he eats his lunch. Anything beyond that… is simply icing on the cake, as humans would say.

One way or the other, Anise will be happy with what is given to her. As she believes all Asari should be.