Wallpaper: Diversion Squad

Communications returned only static, cameras were all dark, and somewhere in the myriad of corridors and tubes that ran like veins through the base, the enemy was approaching. Harbinger reached out within the neural network, seeking whatever servant that might elicit the greatest amount of physiological arousal, monitoring for heartbeat and exo-excretion, seeking those either in pursuit or engaged in active combat.

There, among the myriad of minds within his reach, a bundle of them pulsated like a cavern of magma, looking to spill free. Finding no Praetorian, he instead pinpointed a Captain, and surged forward towards the most capable host in the hunting party.

"ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL"

His faculties shuddered, vision warping as his mind forcefully displaced what little conscience had been there before. Sensation and perception limited to a singular shell, and then extended again, darkness giving way to a pale blue as the visual and sensory organs available to him took hold. He shuddered again, but physically this time, surprise coming over him as he both heard and felt a low chittering sound emanate from the throat of his organic thrall, noting the primitive brain utterly awash in endorphins and other reward stimulants, something he normally had to explicitly grant.

Curious.

"My, you're quite greedy, Tali."

His vision adapted fully, and he flexed his free hands, distinctly finding them lacking any and all forms of weaponry. Instead, another sensation washed over him, one that he had only known theoretically, and which once more drew a chitter from the throat of his being.

Physical pleasure.

He looked down, and a pair of blue eyes met his - an asari, he realized, with almost equally blue skin, though darkened spots were scattered over the bridge of her nose. The orifice normally responsible for the intake of food, her mouth, was instead wrapped around the reproductive organ of his thrall, the slightly darker, plump rim of it, her lips, sliding eagerly back and forth over the exposed meat, resulting in a series of tingles rolling over his nervous system that were so powerful that they made him lean backwards, hands finding purchase against a nearby crate as she kept up her onslaught.

"You... mmmhh... already have two inside you, Samara."

"A matter of efficiency."

"Then maybe you should busy your mouth too."

His endocrine system, normally tailored towards singular purposes, with explicit permissions needed for certain hormonal compounds to be released, was in absolute chaos. He staggered, the woman remaining attached to him with wanton stubbornness, a low hum vibrating briefly in her throat that reverberated out along his length, only stimulating him further. One of his hands came down in an almost panicked gesture, planting itself on her head as he began to push, the Captain's usually sufficient strength proving as feeble as his mind felt dull - and while she initially blinked in surprise, the asari slowly let herself be guided away from him until he came free with an audible pop.

He felt at once... empty. The cold, recycled air of the base fanned across his form, and he shivered, looking down at her in puzzlement.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS"

The question was posed half to the asari, and half to himself. Auditory feedback suddenly rushed to him, and he was almost overwhelmed by its intensity. Two other organics were within his view, their forms undulating and bouncing between the myriad of drones and troopers present, guttural and harmonic calls repeating from their throats with his soldiers chittering and chirping as they mirrored their state, utterly surrendered themselves to the same rapture.

"Oh, Harbinger, how nice of you to join us."

He shivered again, the asari having elevated a hand towards him, smaller digits wrapping themselves around his still erect lower parts before, exerting some minor pressure, rhythmically pulling and pushing the meat's exterior back and forth.

It was... very efficient, with Harbinger's form jolting under the touch, pleasure shooting through his shell once more.

"You've got impeccable timing. Let me show you something..."

Her head dipped down once more, and in spite of himself, his hand relented. Once again, she took him into her, the warmth simultaneously soothing and stimulating, and he felt her grip shift around his length, with loud, eager slurps splitting the air as she began to bop her neck back and forth, digits pumping him with significantly higher intensity than before. His shell staggered once more, mind spinning and vision for some reason hyper-focusing on the asari's large, rounded posterior, visible beyond the swift motions of her head.

"I AM"

Something built inside of him. A tremendous surge of pleasure made the legs of his bipedal form weaken, and he leaned back further, chest expanding with breath as the asari's brilliantly blue eyes opened to stare up at him. There was a demand in them, a yearning for something that he had, and her pace only quickened as he felt the pleasure climb, higher and higher still, the Captain's body shaking with increasing intensity.

"AH"

His pelvis involuntarily pushed forward as the entire length of his exposed meat was buried inside of her mouth, blue eyes staring up at him as she plunged along, then set to gently rock her head back and forth at the base, an almost alarming level of pleasure positively surging through him as he felt his lower parts, within the span of a singular second, heat up, swell, and then erupt. Thick, viscous liquid left him in hard, powerful jets, shooting deep into the asari's stomach as she maintained her small, eager dance, lips so very soft where they remained locked around the very hilt of his shaft. Quick, erratic breaths made his carapace-clad chest swell and sink again as he seemingly gathered strength between eruptions, low gasps rocking him as his strength gave away and he leaned back fully against the crate behind him, the asari coaxing more out of him still.

"Mmmhhh... Mmmm..."

Her noises was foreign, alien, yet stimulated something deep inside of him, all the while the jets grew fewer, and farther between - until they, eventually, subsided. As he simply remained in place, reeling while attempting to process what had just occurred, he watched her slowly withdraw, Harbinger shivering as he observed how her lips slid along his length until they, gently, came free. Her form rose, shoulders and hips wide, a blue hourglass looming over him briefly before thick legs wrapped around his, the asari straddling his form all the while the corners of her lips curved upwards.

It was not an... unpleasant view.

"... now let me show you something else."

He felt a small jolt in his stomach, excitement, a premonition of further pleasure, with his lower parts twitching in agreement. Nodding slowly, he watched her reach down, taking his rapidly hardening member between her digits, breath stolen from his lungs as she guided its swelling form upwards, towards her own, wet nethers.

"This one won't be as quick..."

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Been a while since we had the Mass Effect ladies out on a mission, and what better place to find some fellas to play with than the ol' Collector's Base. Generally pretty happy with the composition of this one, even if it did take a long time to pose (particularly as the Collectors aren't properly rigged yet, lacking an IK), so I hope you enjoy it folks :)

Thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words! August is upon us and the schedule continues just as always, with an animation loop scheduled for next Monday and the Scenario (star yet to be decided, with the Scenario vote beginning this Thursday) set to release sometime during the final week of the month. In between I'll be busying myself with the usual stuff, which entails wallpapers, comic work and project work, so I'm glad I got some model work sorted this weekend at least. But enough of my ramblings, please take care of yourselves out there folks, as well as each other!
/DH