"Falere Offers Dinner"
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Created on: Wednesday 24th of August 2016 10:27:39 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:28:05 AM UTC


Falere Offers Dinner

Falere shifted nervously from one side to the other as the mess hall filled up for her performance. It was necessary, Ardat Yakshi couldn't live outside the monastery after all, and she knew that, but she still regretted that it was coming now. Like this.

Like most of the other girls at the Monastery on Lessus, Falere had planned her own end. It wasn't uncommon. As an Ardat Yakshi she would never be able to have children, or even to have sex without killing her partner. That made transitioning from the maiden stage to the matron stage of Asarihood, with its almost overwhelming urge to mate and settle down with a child rather difficult for her, as well as the others in the monastery.

Each and every girl in the Monastery knew about Asari romantic cooking. How could they not when their main source of wealth came from filling bottles of “Ardat Yakshi” mead with their own honey, taken fresh from their own Azures? They knew exactly how much their azures were worth on the open market. Each one virginal, untouched by others for their safety. Was it any surprise that in order to avoid the constant pain of becoming a Matron most of the girls at the monastery sold their bodies off instead?

Falere had learned, over the extranet, that Ardat Yakshi azure was supposed to be the best in all the galaxy. She wasn't sure she believed it. Or at least, not because she was an Ardat Yakshi anyway. Almost all of them were virgins when harvested, and most of them waited until just on the cusp of matronhood before selling their azures. Both of those would improve their flavor. But Falere didn't think it was either one of those that gave them that reputation. She had stumbled upon an article once about how humans regularly ate a dish called blowfish, and that it could be fatal if not prepared absolutely perfectly. Maybe that was the reason? Her azure was dangerous, anyone she had sex with while it was still attached would die, but after it was taken off of her? Falere suspected that even though her Azure was safe once it was harvested, that aura of danger would continue to linger, adding its own sort of flavor to her meat.

Of course, it could be that the reason that people thought Ardat Yakshi azures were the most delicious wasn't because of the danger at all, but instead the rarity. Only a handful of Ardat Yakshi were born across the entire galaxy each year. Each one aging their filet for thousands of years before selling it. That made Ardat Yakshi azure filets extremely rare, only appearing on the market a couple of times a decade. Sometimes there were decades entirely without supply.

Of course, Falere's opinion for why Ardat Yakshi azure was so highly praised was because of the Ardat Yakshi themselves. With no sex, and most of their activities limited by necessity, there really wasn't much to do but talk to each other. And with each and every one of them knowing how much their azure was worth, and unable to have any normal talk about sex due to the danger, most Ardat Yakshi compensated by talking about the one sexual experience they knew that they'd be having; their last one, when they finally sold their Azure off and used the proceeds to help fund the monastery.

Falere and her friends had each planned their ends perfectly, practicing each day so that they could get it right. Normally, when the time came, the girl who was up for sale would travel to a small guest house outside the monastery and meet their buyers. This kept the buyers safe from the other Ardat Yakshi and allowed for a more... intimate meal.

Of course, the meal wasn't private, the entire house was rigged with cameras that would record the experience for the buyer, and stream it back for the other girls at the Monastery to enjoy. But even so, the experience was supposed to be... sublime.

Here in the Normandy's mess hall with her mother, Samara next to her still clothed in the red and black skintight cat-suit she preferred, Falere felt anything but intimate.

Of course, what Falere felt didn't matter. The monastery was gone, and Ardat Yakshi couldn't live outside the monastery. So even though she probably had another 300 or so years until she reached her matron stage, it was time for Falere to give her final performance.

Falere looked around at the crowd around the mess hall. It was certainly strange. She and her mother were the only Asari around. They were mostly humans, some males, but mostly females of all different skin colors and... what was it that humans called their scalp crests? Right. Hair, colors as well.

There was a greenish species with four eyes, two on each side in red armor that she couldn't place. And a human woman made of gray metal. There was even a Turian, and a Quarian in the most eye catching see-through suit she'd ever seen. But that wasn't what caught her eye. One of the women was wearing a set of scaly light blue gloves, and a matching pair of boots. Falere knew what they were made out of immediately. The shade was incredibly similar to her own bare skin, and the texture scaly like her own as well. She'd never heard of anyone wearing Asari-skin garments before. Occasionally one of the others at the monastery would give their buyer a keepsake, usually a dildo made from one of their scalp crests, but she knew of at least one girl almost 50 years ago that had herself beheaded and mounted on a wooden placard with her name a metal tag below it that she'd hand-etched for that purpose. It was apparently a human hunting tradition.

If it had occurred to Falere that her body could be turned into clothes for the person who bought her to wear, she would have planned this very differently than she had.

Of course, it was a bit late now to change it. She'd already had the team that helped her mother pick up the spit that she'd had custom built for her two years ago from the storage area near the guest house and bring it with them.

Now wasn't the time to dwell on regrets. If she did, she probably wouldn't be able to get past the fact that instead of the intimate affair she was hoping for with the lovers she'd be giving herself to, she was standing in a mess hall before an entire crew with her mother holding her spice capsule.

“Hello,” Falere announced, a bit embarrassed at the way everyone was staring at her. “My name is Falere,” she continued, quietly, but firmly. “I want to thank you for helping my mother when she needed it,” Falere continued, making sure not to mention her evil sister and the way that the crew had helped to hunt her down. “Because of all the help you gave her, and since the monastery where I've lived my entire life is gone now, I've decided that I want to give you all the only thing I have left to offer,” Falere paused. “Me.”

Even though the crew wasn't surprised, Falere's announcement still triggered a lot of hushed murmurs and conversations amongst the crew. It took a while for the noise to die down again, but once it did, Falere continued.

“I've been planning and practicing for this for the last 100 years, so I hope you all enjoy it,” Falere paused for a second, “and me” she finished with a nervous smile.

In her fantasies, she'd be saying introducing herself to a couple sitting on the couch of the guest house, but there were people scattered all over the large mess hall, and that made it hard to figure out where to look. One of the humans, a lighter skinned one with long black hair, had a floating camera droid recording the event. Falere fixed her eyes towards it. This would be her focal point. The memories of the people watching might change, but anyone who saw the video would remember her looking straight at them.

Falere turned around, giving the crowd an incredible view of her scaly blue bottom.

The spit she'd had made specifically to cook herself on was set up behind her, near the kitchen counter, but not quite next to it. It was almost exactly two meters tall, and was shined to a mirror-like sheen. Falere knew that inside the exterior metal housing of the spit there were tiny mass effect field generators tied to a generator housed in the stabilizing pedestal at the base. When the spit was turned on by her body heat surrounding it, it would use those mass effect fields to cook her from the inside out.

Bending over slightly, just enough to show the crowd a glimpse of her virginal Azure, Falere braced herself on the counter and pushed herself up onto it.

Falere's Azure and ass wiggled enticingly as she boosted herself onto the counter, kneeling on it with her back facing her audience for just long enough for them to enjoy the view before standing up and turning around to face them once more.

"As an Ardat Yakshi, I've never had a lover," Falere explained, reaching down to cup her Azure demurely. "If I did, it would kill them," Falere continued. "My Azure's been ripening for centuries, soft, and completely untouched by anyone, waiting for this moment."

"I planned this out a century ago, and I've practiced it hundreds of times just so that I could make it perfect, just for you," Falere breathed enticingly. "Of course, I never thought that there would be so many of you watching..." Falere smiled happy that people would appreciate it, despite the fact that her end wouldn't be exactly as she imagined it.

Falere let her fingers slip from her Azure, lightly tracing her prime cut as she reached up with her other hand to idly play with her nipples. "Of course, I had planned to let the couple that bought me take a more... intimate role in my seasoning, but since there are so many of you, my mother will be doing it for you. I hope you don't mind?" She asked, using the cheerful innocent young maiden voice she'd practiced with her friends while they watched recordings of their Ardat Yakshi sisters giving their own intimate meals, the only sort of porn they'd been allowed at the monastary.

The response from the crowd was completely clear, they didn't mind at all.

"I hope you know," Falere grinned innocently, "I had this spit made just for me. Once I'm spitted, my body heat will activate it, cooking me from the inside out, just for you..." Falere tempted liltingly.

The attention of the crowd was solely on her. She could see them watching, and if the setting wasn't as intimate or romantic as Falere had hoped? It was at least erotically charged. Falere couldn't help but notice the way the woman in the Asari-skin gloves was squirming in her seat, or the way that the redheaded human next to her's hand had disappeared beneath the table. Falere smirked slightly as she caught sight of the not at all stealthy way the exhibitionistic Quarian was climbing into the lap of the Turian next to her. It didn't bother her, after all, the whole point of selling her Azure was to fuel the sex of those buying her, even if she hadn't technically been sold.

A blue corona of light surrounded Falere as she climbed up onto the spit. It took concentration to make herself light enough that she wouldn't slide down, but she'd been practicing on a rounded mock up for years to get it right. Knowing that a single mistake might not just be fatal, but would also ruin her show, Falere carefully positioned herself so that the point of her first and final lover rested just within the crack of her scaled behind.

Falere squirmed as she let her legs dangle freely in the air beneath her. She'd fantasized about this for years, thought about it while watching other Ardat Yakshi give away their Azures. Falere had discussed it with her sister, and with the other girls at the monastery, perfecting her plan even as she grew more and more turned on with each word she spoke. She'd learned to love the fire blazing in their eyes, knowing that though they couldn't touch for fear of their shared condition, when her friends were alone in their rooms that night, they'd be touching themselves thinking of her.

It was perverse, an illicit thrill that was the closest any of them got to sex, but Falere had come to love the knowledge that they wanted her that way, despite, no, perhaps especially knowing that they were thinking of her like the Asari girls in the recordings, that they wanted to watch her die.

Falere reached down, spreading her virginal azure to reveal the soft pink flesh behind her light blue lips. This was it, her final show, and although it wasn't as intimate as she would have liked, Falere couldn't help but notice that her Azure was already damp from the thought that she'd finally be dying for the entertainment of others, just the way she'd longed for.

"It takes a lot of concentration to stay like this," Falere explained as she slowly rubbed her lower lips. "If I get distracted, I'll slip!" Falere dropped suddenly, just a finger's width, but noticeable. The Ardat Yakshi grinned happily as the audience gasped at her trick. Her heart was racing. She'd practiced for years to get it right, but there was always the chance that she wouldn't catch herself quick enough, accidentally spitting herself before the main event. Of course, the added danger only turned Falere on even more.

"I can do this for hours, but that wouldn't be a very good show, and you'd work up quite the appetite waiting to sink your teeth into me," Falere punctuated with a soft slap to her Azure, just enough to make a satisfying thwack. "That's why my mom is here," Falere smiled at her cat-suited mother.

Samara looked as serious as ever, but Falere could tell from her pale blue eyes that her mother was proud of her. Sad too, but Falere focused on the pride.

“In my mother's hand, is a spice packet,” Falere looked at the dildo-esque device. It wasn't the first time she'd seen one, though it was the first time she'd seen one in person. It was a bit intimidating, even without knowing what it was about to do to her. There were no dildos in the monastery, no sex toys of any sort, and while Falere had used her fingers many times, this would be the first time she'd used something... more.

The object in her mother's hand was about 16 centimeters long, ribbed, and made entirely out of of a thin flexible transparent material that looked like glass but wasn't. It was all one piece, and though the seasonings were visible inside the container, there was no clear method of removing them, except perhaps by breaking the container. Of course, Falere knew better than to do that. The casing was not quite water-soluble, you could hold it under water for at least a day and it wouldn't change at all, but when exposed to the honey that dripped from an eager Asari Azure, the packet would quickly dissolve, spreading its dangerous contents inside the doomed Asari.

It took a lot of Honey to dissolve the packet, an intentional choice designed to both enhance the shows it was used in and to protect those handling it. "Inside the packet are specialized spices designed just for this meal. Once the packet dissolves, the spices will spread inside me, stimulating my nerves, making me incredibly sensitive," Falere stroked her Azure for emphasis, "right here..."

Falere could see the blush coloring her mother's cheeks as she explained exactly what the spice packet would do to her. The younger Asari wasn't quite sure if it was embarrassment or something else causing the blush, though she herself was certainly embarrassed having her mother present.

"The spices are so powerful that if you leave an Asari under their effects she'll go mad within a week. That's exactly the sort of distraction that would break my concentration," Falere continued sparing a gaze at the sharp pole beneath her. "Of course the packet needs a large amount of Asari honey to dissolve it, so it's perfectly safe, as long as I don't cum."

Falere looked around the room. The Turian was reaching around the Quarian girl sitting on him to pinch one of her nipples even as she bounced enthusiastically in his lap. The human pair were still surreptitiously playing with each other, the redhead hiding a smile as she whispered in her mate's ear, her hands nowhere to be seen as the other woman gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, quivering.

"Of course," Samara interjected, "since an Ardat Yakshi cannot live outside the monastery, I will make Falere cum. My daughter will not survive the night."

Falere shivered at her mother's steadfast tone. There'd been plenty of stories about Justicars at the temple, relentlessly hunting down Ardat Yakshi just like her, and even though she'd always been a good girl, it was sort of thrilling knowing that a Justicar had declared that she would die. Falere wasn't sure whether that Justicar being her own mother made it more or less exciting.

Thrusting her Azure out as best she could, Falere readied herself for the next part of her show.

Even though she was expecting it, the sudden touch of her mother's gloved fingers on her privates was a shock to Falere. Not enough to break her concentration, but enough that the blue corona of light surrounding her as she used her biotics flickered slightly. Her mother had moved behind her, and she could feel the Asari Matriarch's covered breasts pressing lightly into her back; not enough to move her, of course, but enough that she was more than aware of them.

Samara had reached around her daughter to spread Falere's delicate Azure, and now, with the hand not touching Falere, Samara brought the ribbed spice packet to bear.

"Ah!" Falere cried out cutely as her mother pressed the rounded head of the spice pack against the splayed entrance to her privates. The touch was sudden, unexpected, and even if she wanted to Falere wouldn't have been able to restraint herself.

Falere had practiced her biotic levitation for hours upon hours, floating above her bed completely naked, touching herself, playing with herself until the feat was almost second nature. She thought that she was ready, but playing with herself didn't quite prepare her for the sensation of another Asari's fingers playing with the soft scales of her sex.

It was all Falere could do to keep from slipping as her mother slowly but inexorably plunged the instrument of her demise into her eager Azure.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Falere could see the Quarian bent over the table, the Turian fucking her timing his thrusts to her mother's own inevitable progress. Her back arched as the spice capsule moved inside her, the knowledge of what it was intended to do making her hotter than she'd ever been. Falere's Azure was hot and damp, allowing the deadly dildo to slide in and out of her body easily, building her arousal towards her inevitable demise.

Falere squirmed atop the high-tech spit, her biotic ability the only thing keeping her from being impaled and roasted. She could feel her will flickering with each gasp her mother ripped from her, every firm thrust making her waver just a little.

"Ah!" She cried out, starting to lose herself in the erotic rythm as her cat-suited mother fucked her by hand. Her body was writhing now, and she could see the Turian speeding up his own thrusting to match her mother's pace. She was close now, she realized as she writhed, another minute, maybe two and she would cum, dooming herself to roast. Falere tried to hold back, but it was like grasping a hanar tentacle, even the firmest grip could not stop in from slipping out of her grasp. Falere panted, her bare chest heaving, bouncing up and down from the force her mother used to fuck her, her dark blue nipples swaying in the light of the galley.

The Quarian was crying out now too, and Falere wanted to match her pace to hers, to end her life as the pair of lovers ended their dance. She could see that one of the human women she'd seen playing together earlier had vanished, leaving only a trace of her dark hair and the look of delight on the other girl's face to indicate that she'd slipped beneath the table to please her lover with her tongue.

Falere breathed hard, panting as she struggled to restrain herself. The slightest slip and she'd cum, dissolving the spice pack and killing herself as her biotics failed from her own lack of control. The Quarian's breasts swung back and forth beneath her, slapping audibly against her see-through body suit as her Turian lover fucked her. She looked like she was close, like she could cum at any instant, dooming Falere with her own pleasure.

Falere concentrated, trying to ignore the stirring heat inside her as her mother worked her Azure with nearly professional ability. Her world narrowed. The room faded away. It was just her, and the lovers...

Finally something broke inside the Quarian exhibitionist, and she came with an incredible cry, collapsing on the table, her muscles giving in to the pleasure coursing through them. The sight of the effectively naked Quarian laying there, writhing in ecstasy as her partner called up his omni-tool shattered the dam of Falere's self control. Her eyes widened as she came, her Azure flooding with honey, dissolving the spice pack as her mother thrust it one last fatal time into the depths of her sex.

'This was it!' Falere realized as her control snapped. It seemed like every single nerve in her sex had just become hypersensitive. She could feel the slightest breeze on her blue scaled lower lips. Her eyes blurred as her mother slid a fully-covered finger into Falere's cunt, the catsuit protecting her mother from both the nerve-stimulating effects of her newly spiced honey and the deadly neural feedback of her fatal climax. Samara crooked her finger pressing the tip into the inner folds of Falere's Azure and her daughter's back arched hard enough it looked like it could snap. Falere's head was thrown back and she felt the last remnants of her biotic control collapse. Suddenly, she was falling.

Although a distant part of Falere knew it was gravity reasserting itself, it felt like her mother was pulling her down with the finger, dragging her down onto the spit that was swiftly sliding up her scaled ass. Falere's Azure pulsed as each tiny shift filled the delicacy with new mind-blowing sensations. Even the spit crawling through her body as her own weight forced it through her couldn't detract from the intense experience flowing from her sex. Her focus narrowed to a single point, her mind fogged. Biotic energy crawled across her naked flesh like a tight blue flame. Even if she wanted to she couldn't use her biotics to save herself from the spit impaling her, she couldn't control them, not with her Azure slowly stealing her mind.

The spit pierced through her body destroying her digestive tract, ruining a lung, unyielding on it's way through until suddenly it stopped. Falere gasped for breath, she could feel the tip of the spit resting at the base of her throat. She couldn't speak, she could barely breathe, but she could watch. The Turian man had finished fiddling with his omni-tool and the Quarian girl's breasts lit up with orange lines tracing them. Falere wasn't sure what it was, but whatever the Quarian's see-through suit did the anguished cry of pain and pleasure that escaped the girl's lips made Falere sure she was enjoying it.

Falere could feel the spit inside her heating up, activated by her body heat now that the deadly pillar was lodged inside her. She was starting to cook. Her mind slipped, traveling back to her newly spiced Azure. The cool recycled air of the galley teased her mercilessly, and each tiny gust sent her whole body rocking as the sensations took control. Falere tried to speak, but all that escaped was a long erotic moan.

She wouldn't last much longer, not with her pierced lung and savaged body, though the metal spear cooking her from the inside-out didn't help much either. She couldn't focus, her vision fogged as her Azure quaked with pleasure, stealing her mind from her bit by bit. A pleasant fog clouded her senses, her Azure dominating her mind. Falere could barely remember her name and her mom started playing with her once more. She couldn't remember what she was doing, or even who she was; the experience had ripped that from her. She wasn't Falere anymore, she was just meat. The beautiful blue Asari closed her eyes and began to cook, the only thought left to her was the wonderful pulse of her sex.

The End


Tali starts getting fucked as falere does. Samara's pace matched by Garrus. Traynor slips beneath the table. Falere cums with Tali and Garrus uses the opportunity to roast her tits and activate the nervestim. She cooks as Falere does (Garr