Back To Those Days

"Not a single one of them will step beyond this door, Shepard. You have my word."

All things considered, and with everything she'd accomplished as a Justicar in mind, the code would often compel her to do things that people would consider outside the bounds of acceptable social norms - asari or otherwise. Deontological frameworks usually offered something of a refuge from such nuances or emotionally loaded prospects, but while the code was rigid and unmoving in its claim to absolute justice, eclipsing all other rivaling systems, Samara was still a living, breathing person - and thus fallible, and prone to lapses in judgement. Hence, as much as the code could still serve as the prime principle of adjudication, Asari perception remained flawed, and it would thus never be truly applied with absolute accuracy, no matter how perfectly written.

"Been a while since I went raw in a matriarch."

She wasn't entirely certain whether this was within the bounds of the code, as the principles of morality within, in so far as their own personhood was considered, strictly defined Justicars as mere agents thereof, whose capacity to carry it out was all that truly mattered. Confinement against their will was thus met with overwhelming violence, as it impeded on their ability to carry out their duties, as would restraints or other methods of hindrance. Their zealous conviction meant that their will was, in a way, synonymous with the code's will, and the lines grew ever blurrier to the outside world, and themselves, only feeding their mythical reputation further.

"Asari! Been a long time, yeeeesssss!"

But she was not being confined, nor was she being restrained against her will.

Nor compelled.

Her hand closed around the vorcha's swollen member, and her heart beat so hard in her chest that she could feel it reverberate up her throat. Conversely, the batarian mercenary behind her made no effort to hide his enjoyment, his jaw hanging wide and tongue fluttering out alongside taunting groans directed straight at her face, meeting each dirty gaze she threw over her shoulder with an ecstatic leer, like the inevitable emptying of his jewels inside her would be the high point of his existence. Similarly, off to her right, a turian was stroking himself in an almost ceremonious manner, pointedly directing his log in her direction as his eyes remained fixed on the bounce of her generous bosom, utterly transfixed and prepared to follow the batarian's example the very moment he was finished.

"I call next..." He grunted, another mercenary beyond him grunting in affirmation, the krogan's towering presence still busy stroking himself hard. The vorcha in her hand jolted, a distinct swelling to his member taking place as he shifted his grip on the metal bar between them.

"No fair! I am ahead in line!"

"And you're getting tended to, so no complaints, vorcha."

The whole ordeal reminded her so of her younger days, where a run-in with mercenaries would really only end in one of two ways - violence, or debauchery. As much as Samara would have liked to be able to claim that the former was more common than the latter, she had over time managed to convince herself that it was something of an even split, mainly out of embarrassment of the opposite most probably being true.

"Come now, compatriots. Let us all get along here."

A salarian made himself known, carrying the insignia of the Eclipse mercenary group on his chest, striding past the now visibly frustrated krogan with a suave she hadn't seen in quite some time. He fixed her with a gaze, a wave of pleasure washing over her as the batarian picked up his pace, and smiled.

"She's got two hands, three entryways, and a pair of real good ones on her... I'd say she could deal with more than this, wouldn't you agree?"

A chorus of agreement followed, and as the men shifted her around, the batarian with no small amount of reluctance, their presence quickly became all at once domineering and all encompassing - Samara finding that, as time went by, her one avenue of agency was to moan her approval around whoever, at any given point, was inside her mouth.

If her cheeks hadn't already been flushed a deeper shade from excitement, they would have from embarrassment.

All of it - it was all too reminiscent of her younger days.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Downloads:
EDIT (sound, small file size, sony vegas edited)
RAW (no sound, large file size, raw render)

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Monday loop, featuring the ever lovely Samara doing her duty! While I would have liked to give her breasts some more volume work, I'm none the less pretty happy with how this one turned out, so I hope you enjoy it :)

Thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words! While August continues to look rough in terms of my work schedule, I'm confident I'll be able to deliver on my usual updates, so stay tuned for more, and I hope you're doing well out there - all things considered.

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH