Long Road Home (the_wolverine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-09-09 19:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, aria t'loak, logan howlett (wolverine) |
I know its rude to ask a lady her age, but I’m real curious about the Asari
Who: Aria and Logan
What: Aria is an Asari and eternity is embraced
When: Recently
Where: Aria's place
Rating: High
Aria had invited Logan over to unveil her new self to him. She’d waited a little longer just so she could be certain the changes were done and that she had a little time to settle into herself. So, to give Logan the full Aria T’Loak experience, she’d dressed in the clothes she wore in her dreams. It still felt weird to her to not have to spend a ton of time on her hair, but she felt so much better within herself now.
After she was dressed, she grabbed the omni tool that Regina had enchanted for her and when she slid it onto her wrist, she looked human, the way she had before she’d changed. And that was the sight that greeted Logan when he arrived at the door of her expensive penthouse.
“Impeccable timing,” she said with a smirk as she let him inside. The inside of her penthouse was smartly decorated. There were hints to the money she had, but she also kept things on the cozy side. The furniture was inviting, at the very least. The place had one bedroom in it, but knowing her and Logan, they would not confine themselves to just the bedroom.
Logan was naturally curious, and not just because of what she’d told him about Asari and sex. She wouldn’t be the first person he’d met who was an unusual shade of blue (or the first blue person he’d fucked though he didn’t like to think about Mystique. Shudder.)
“Finally get to see your place. Definitely a special occasion.” Logan gave her a once over, then nodded in appreciation. There was no stareing or disbelief or judging. She was who she was, and that was that.
“It is a rare occurrence, I must say.” Aria said, closing the door behind him. Logan was the first lover that she’d had to her place in...a long time. Since her last girlfriend that she didn’t like thinking about.
With the door closed and them both being safe from any potential prying eyes by neighbors, Aria took off the omni tool, allowing her true asari form to be seen as the human facade dissipated.
“Now, may I offer you something to drink?”
Logan had girlfriends he didn’t like to think about either. Most of them were dead. A big reason that he tended to avoid committed relationships these days. Fuckbuddies and drinking buddies and friends were where it was at.
He licked his lips, “Yeah, I’m suddenly really thirsty.”
Aria smirked, walking past Logan to go over to her bar, which was quite well stocked with liquor. It also gave him a better view of her. The head tentacles would probably be the thing that took the most getting used to. As well as the no body hair whatsoever. She didn’t have eyebrows, her purple facial markings, however, made their absence less awkward. However, her ass and breasts seemed to be a bit more...majestic as an asari. Thanks to that whole asari aging process thing.
“Bourbon or whiskey?” Aria had a bit of everything, really.
“Whiskey,” Logan replied, as if that was in doubt. He tore his eyes from her ass. “Damn, I’m pretty sure the dreams did for you what they did for me.”
More toned abs, muscles and ass in his case. And clearly in her case, too. Also… other things.
Grabbing a glass, she poured some whiskey, a smirk on her face as she turned back towards him and offered him the glass. “It is part of asari physiology,” she began, a glint in her blue eyes. “Asari can live for one thousand years, and our lives have three stages, maiden, matron and matriarch. Our breasts, some say, continue to grow with our age. And I am no young asari.”
She turned back to her bar to pour herself a glass of whiskey as well. Solidarity and all of that. Luckily she could still eat and drink human food. “I have also gained muscle and tone, thanks to the lives I have lived in my dreams.” The Commando lifestyle had given her a good start in keeping herself fit. And the time spent as an exotic dancer only helped the muscle toning.
Logan still had a vivid memory of Aria’s human breasts, and looked forward to the comparison. But he smirked at her, taking the glass and raising it in a toast. “I can say that’s the kind of dream gift we can all appreciate.”
She seemed to be dealing with it a lot better than she had in the past few weeks, anyway.
She chuckled and took a drink of her whiskey. “I like hearing that. And perhaps if you’re a good boy, I’ll break out my pole dancing skills for you again.” Aria had been quite lethal in pole dancing, and she was certain that Logan still had vivid memories of those dances she did while on stage. Many of them would end up in a private room where sex happened afterwards.
Logan’s eyes darkened at the thought. He didn’t get to strip clubs near often enough these days. Too much other things going on and most of the ones in the area were shitty for one reason or another anyway. Maybe he should go into business against Aria.
“I like the sound of that, darlin’.” He got the impression she had some new moves in that body he’d never seen before.
Aria wasn’t teasing or bluffing, she did have a stripper pole in her bedroom. Old habits died hard, as they say, and Aria had always enjoyed working the pole. She still worked out on it now and then, it helped keep her in shape. And also to be ready for times like these where she felt inclined to give a private show.
“I thought that might catch your attention.” She chuckled a little. She definitely felt a lot better than she had in a long time. “Also working to your favor, I am in a very good mood, which works to your favor.”
“You ain’t gotta do much to catch my attention. You’re real pretty darlin’. Always have been. An’ you’re like a fine wine. Get better with age.”
“I’m not the only one who gets better with age. Don’t think I didn’t notice the extra muscle mass you’ve gotten.” Aria also wondered if a certain part of his anatomy had gotten larger with age.
Logan knocked back his whiskey and set the glass aside. “I know its rude to ask a lady her age, but I’m real curious about the Asari, an’ you wouldn’t be the only one older than they look.”
Did it count as double if one dreamed of extra lives that were just as long as the first?
“You breach that topic, do you?” Aria asked, the markings above her eyes lifting a bit, a bemused look on her face. She polished off her drink, setting the glass aside. “I am far closer to being one thousand years old than most anyone may think. My days may be numbered, but I am more than determined to find out just how far past one thousand an asari can live.” Aria was probably still a couple decades off from actually hitting one thousand, but she was curious to see how long she could live for.
“I like to live dangerously.” She looked pretty good for a literal Millennial. Logan didn’t mind, either. He liked older ladies and younger ladies and generally any lady who was legal. He wasn’t super picky, even if he had a few types. Redheads being one of the more obvious ones.
He could get into Blue, though. Bluenette?
“And I Ain’t a spring chicken either. Couple times now I’ve dreamed through a hundred fifty years of life.”
“Simply be glad that I am not an ardat-yakshi, otherwise you would truly be meeting death.” It would definitely not end well if she was an ardat-yakshi. Aria mentally shuddered, remembering Morinth’s presence on Omega. The woman had been smart to not try to seduce Aria. It would not have ended well for Morinth.
“Is that so? That must be how you have such good control of your hips.” She smirked. Logan had been good back in her dancing days, but he was even better now. He certainly had moves and knew just how to use his equipment in ways most men never got to achieve.
And Aria was also sitting on several centuries of experience herself. Their impending roll in the sheets would no doubt be the best because of that. And that was without including Aria’s asari ability to mentally meld with Logan during sex.
Logan laughed, and in no way was he going to object to her description. “Lots of practice.”
There were downsides to that. While he couldn’t get sick, he probably also had some kids he didn’t know about, even in this life. Hell, he’d found out he had a bunch in his dreams. Granted, he’d been tricked into killing them.
That wasn’t a very good memory, obviously.
Aria could definitely say that she had no children in this life, so she had no surprises for Logan in that department. In her dreams, however, it was different story. She had a few daughters, one of which Cerberus had taken from her. The others were thankfully still alive and well. Also they were very safe from the knowledge and reach of Aria’s enemies. It was something she’d taken extra painful precaution over. Her daughters were not to be made into targets simply because of who she herself was.
“Well, I admit I have some new tricks myself now. Something tells me that sex will never be the same between us as it has previously been. And I mean that in a very good way.” She stepped closer to Logan, confidence guiding her movement.
Children being targets was something Logan was familiar with. He understood that on the same level that Aria did. It was a subject that never came up, either. And that was for the best.
Grinning, Logan reached over and pulled Aria closer, his hand drawing a lazy circle on her hip. “Keep that up and you’re gonna get my expectations too high.”
Smirking, Aria slid her hands up his arms and to his shoulders as she pressed her body against his. “I would like to say that I could sit here and tease you some more, but I could simply show you what I am now capable of.” Though as far as undressing and exposing her new body to him, she’d let him have the honors of removing her clothing. He could take her in at his own pace that way.
He couldn’t help the groan she pulled out of him when she pressed against his body. There was something nice about knowing exactly how an evening could end. And there was something nice about the firmness and yet roundness of her body.
So he answered with an experienced kiss.
She returned the kiss, matching it with her own experience. There definitely was a good thing about knowing where things would end up. And Aria was definitely down for a night of very good sex. She raked her nails down his back, though his shirt dulled some of the sensation from it. Aria wanted to get him going good before she attempted the mind meld.
And she was more than aware that she would need to either pin his wrists against whatever surface they were on, or simply aim them away from her because she had a feeling those claws would pop when she did the mind meld.
Fuck. He would have said that out loud, but any sound was lost in the moment of the kiss. He slid one hand under her shirt, the other running over her stomach. One of Logan’s favorite things was giving a woman a good time. That he had a good time in the process was really mostly a bonus.
She shuddered at feeling his hands on her skin. The texture probably felt a little different than human skin, though it was still soft. She grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it off of him. This time, she grazed her nails along his skin as she kissed him more heatedly.
He liked the texture. It was different, and unique. There were some mutants he’d been with who’d been a little different too, and Logan had always liked it a little bit different. There was always something to worship about a woman, and he was just going to have to learn what to worship about Aria.
It was a struggle. Really.
His eyes flashed when his shirt came off, and he kissed her bruisingly.
Aria made a noise that seemed like a half-grunt, half-growl at the bruising kiss. She gave it right back to him, hands moving down to his ass and pulling his hips tight against hers. There were different things she enjoyed about her various lovers in both of her lives, and she rather enjoyed how electrically charged sex with Logan could be. She liked getting down and dirty, and even liked it hard, and she rather admired all of his muscle as well.
Logan had forgotten where they were or even the general layout of the room. He tried to back Aria up against whatever was flat and strong enough to suppose her weight and lifted her into it, guiding her legs around his waist. He broke the kiss, biting her throat. She didn’t much taste like a blueberry, but she still tasted kind of sweet.
She groaned as she felt her back meet a wall and her legs were around him. Aria tilted her chin up and angled her head so her her head fringe didn’t hit against the wall. Sometimes that was quite the detriment about the head fringe. She rolled her hips against him and tangled a hand into his hair. “Fuck,” she groaned.
“That’s the idea,” he teased, leaving purple bruises on her throat and neck. He licked them, then returned to her lips, nibbling and teasing at them with his teeth. If she were a mutant, her superpower would be seduction.
And also blowing things up, he was pretty sure. Blowing things up was important.
“Good,” she grunted. She loved the bruises, though they would be a little difficult to see with her skin color. Not that many people other than Logan would be seeing her without her human disguise. She grazed her nails along his chest and started rocking her hips against him, adding friction between them.
There was too much in the way of clothing, and Logan wanted to see her in all of her glory. He pulled his head back, working at Aria’s shirt, his eyes darting across her face then down to her skin as he revealed it. He’d never call Aria and angel, but the devil could be fucking hot too. “Gorgeous.”
Aria would scoff at being called an angel because she definitely wasn’t an angel. A devil was certainly far closer to the truth. The notable features of her body were the complete lack of hair, the tattoo on her back that had survived the transformation, and the color of her skin. Of course, her breasts and ass were larger and more shapely than they had been previously. And she perhaps had more muscle tone than before. If that was even possible.
“Thank you,” she purred as she slipped a hand between them to undo his pants. She used her legs to shimmy them down his hips as her hand went for his length.
They seemed a bit firmer too. Maybe Asari could defy gravity a little bit. Logan ran his hands along her skin, exploring leisurely. The heat could be felt in the slightly jerky nature of his movements and the way his body seemed to be tensed and coiled like a spring. But he wanted to touch her first, learn the differences and what was the same. And he was somewhat grateful that there was no really strange differences between her legs. He’d worry about the science of that later, as long as it still gave her pleasure. Though one of these days he’d have to see if Aria was the kind of lady that liked anal.
“So I’m gonna guess you’re above average for your species.” He grinned at her, thumbs rubbing along the sides of her breasts.
Closing her eyes, she arched into his touch, relishing it and the fire that his fingers left in their wake. Aria did like that he was taking time to explore her new body. And there was no longer any worry on whether her birth control was well stocked. She couldn’t get pregnant the traditional way. And part of her was intensely grateful that she didn’t have to suffer menstrual cycles any longer. At least not the way human women did.
“You would be correct,” she responded with a smirk. There were asari even more well-endowed than she was, but Aria still had quite the body. As he took time to explore her body, she took her time touching him, wanting to savor this first time. Also she wanted to get him as worked up as possible before she mind melded with him during sex.
She didn’t really need to touch him to work him up. The visual of her was enough, and he wondered if she was deliberately showing herself off for him. If she was, he appreciated it. He still appreciated what her hands were doing, of course. She’d always been talented like that.
After giving her torso and stomach loving attention, it was Logan’s turn to slide a hand between Aria’s legs. He wanted her worked up and ready, and he wanted to know if it felt any different. There was something really exciting about this he couldn’t put into words.
In truth, Aria was always showing herself off, but considering she currently had a new look, and somewhat new body, she wanted to show herself off as much as possible. She let out a moan as she felt his hand between her legs, and her hips rolled into his hand. Goddess she was already loving this, and she was greatly anticipating what would come next. She kept working her hands, not one to remain idle during foreplay and sex.
Logan wanted to taste her, but she wasn’t making it easy for him to get his head down between her legs. She seemed like she was eager, but he continued to tease her, trailing his finger around, applying different levels of pressure and speed like he was trying to push her right off the cliff. Sometimes he just wanted to get a woman off.
Aria did like to play hard to get sometimes. But she did like the feel of his finger. She moaned, rolling her hips against him. It didn’t feel all that different to her, which was a good thing. Though Aria knew that the mind meld would be where it got different. But for the moment, she closed her eyes and enjoyed herself.
He discovered quickly that Asari and human women shared certain anatomical features. He grinned into the kiss, pressing his finger against her clit and stroking lightly. Then he broke the kiss and whispered some very vulgar things into her ear.
Moaning as he stroked her clit, a shudder ran through at his whisper. That got her engine going even more, as it happened. She loved it and she moved her hips against his hand more firmly, her back arching. She wanted more, feeling her desire flare into fiery life. “Fuck yes,” she groaned breathily.
Logan grunted a negative, redoubling his efforts between her legs and driving her harder and faster towards the edge. It wasn’t until he thought she was almost there that he took her, sinking in quickly and completely unable to hold back the shudder that ran through him.
Aria’s moans got louder the more he drove her to the edge, her body responding to him. Her hips rocked against him, and she was so ready to leap over the edge when he slid into her. It took her by surprise, and luckily for him she’d been wet enough that it didn’t hurt, but it made her cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as she let herself settle on him, her insides protesting his action before she started rolling her hips against him, trying to quiet her body as it was moving past the initial shock of feeling Logan inside of her. She muttered a curse in the asari language, unable to help the language that rolled off her tongue like she’d spoken it her entire life.
“Fuck Aria…this suddenly your first time?” Logan groaned. He barely had time to adjust - or savor the feel of her - before she was rolling her hips. He gripped hers, but less to stop her and more to encourage her to keep doing exactly what she was doing. When he thought his senses could handle it, he started to move with her. Aria should be proud she’d managed to blow Logan’s mind already.
She couldn’t help but to chuckle huskily. Though she didn’t have time to respond as she moaned once Logan started to move with her. Somehow this felt entirely different than it had before, yet also felt the same. She kept moving her hips in time with his. “Fuck yes...just wait for my next trick…”
It was a good kind of different, or maybe it was the excitement of something new with someone he was familiar with. Though Aria was always pretty good at adding new angles to liven things up. And she had promised the stripper pole later too. He suddenly got a little more turned on, and grinned at her. “I’m likin’ the tricks you got already.”
It certainly was different, and it felt a little different. Not by much, however, but it was still a thrill to her. Aria was definitely still going to use her stripper pole later. But first and foremost, she wanted to blow Logan’s mind. “Then you’ll really love what I have next. Though I advise you keep your hands pointed away from me to avoid any potential accidents,” she cautioned. She didn’t want to get run through by his claws. That would just ruin everything.
Logan grunted in acknowledgment, pulling her hips towards him as he found a slightly different, harder pace. He pressed his fists into the table, kissing Aria as he did so. He wasn’t particularly close yet, but god only knew what an Asari can do.
She moaned out loudly at the slight change in his pace. She kissed him back hard, fingers pressing into his shoulders as she moved her hips in sync with him. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. After several moments, she felt ready enough to try this. She’d never done it in this life, but she’d experienced it enough in her dreams to know how to make it work. She broke the kiss, breath coming heavily as she readied herself. She closed her eyes.
“Embrace eternity,” she said, then opened her eyes. This time her eyes were completely black as she melded their minds together. Memories, feelings and such things could be shared between them, but it was a sudden shift in awareness. It was as though a wall had been knocked down and they were, metaphorically and literally, one right then.
It was like nothing Logan had ever experienced. Physical pleasure multiplied, enhanced by the literal eternity that was embracing them. The words had been puzzling for all of three seconds, but now he understood.
There were some things so far in the back of his mind they couldn't come up, and other things he hid deliberately, but except for Jean in his dreams, this was the most his mind had been opened up to anyone. He gasped sharply, head tilting back.
Aria tended to not be the typical asari and didn’t always use those words that so many of her kind used when melding minds with others. But she felt she should use them in this life if only to prepare her partner for it. All the species in the Milky Way galaxy of her dreams somewhat knew what to expect when having sex with an asari.
Her own mind was a maze and a lot was kept under lock and key several times over. But her mind was otherwise open to him. In this moment, she couldn’t help but recall a memory they both shared. Specifically it was the first time they’d fucked in a private room in the club Aria had worked in back then. The memory only served to turn her on even further. She arched her back and rolled her hips into him.
It was a good memory, one of Logan’s favorites with Aria. He hadn’t been able to remember who had seduced who, but he could remember the feel of Aria in his lap and the way she’d ridden him. Pressing his face into her neck, he groaned, lost between fucking her now and fucking her then and he was actually turned on so much it hurt.
But it was a good kind of hurt.
She moaned out, threading the fingers of one hand into his hair. She moved her hips against him, rolling them and her body against him. Goddess, she loved the feel of him. This was definitely what she needed after the hell of turning into an asari. She murmured some absolutely lewd things into his ear, egging him on.
He swore he could feel what he was doing to Aria from Aria’s perspective. Every thrust and roll of the hips created a feedback echo that curled his toes and her words only made it impossible for him to keep control of himself. He came so hard and suddenly that he saw white, his claws ripping into the table and nearly knicking Aria’s hips.
Aria both heard and felt the reverberation of his claws ripping into the table. She didn’t care, it was just furniture. She’d get it fixed, or get an entirely new one later. It was just a second or two after he came that Aria reached her climax, back arching and she clung to him as her body shuddered. It was an intense orgasm, and she let the connection remain until she’d come down from her orgasm a little. Her eyes turned back to their normal blue as she ended the connection.
“Now...that is what sex with an asari is like,” she said, still out of breath.
"The fuck would anyone want anyone else?" Logan rasped. He couldn't lift his face from Aria's chest. Really, the only thing that could possibly be better would be forbidden fruit (Bo, Emma, some others he could name.) And even that was only a close second.
Aria chuckled huskily. “Not many do.” It was using these sexual powers that had initially won her control in Omega and led to her overthrowing Patriarch. Enough of his men had grown to love the benefits of sleeping with an asari that they ended up siding with her. Aria had no wish to move right now, currently enjoying how they were. Plus she knew that this was only the beginning of their night. Best to keep her strength for later, especially with the promised pole dance.
He finally lifted his head, grinning at her and drinking in her alien features. He was particularly fond of her facial markings and he lazily traced one. He hadn’t forgotten about the pole dance, but that could wait for a bit. “Feel like I should thank you for this.”
“No need to thank me. I do it because I want to.” She smiled back at him. She loosened her hold of him a bit, enough so that she wasn’t clinging to him so much anymore. However, she was still pressed against him.
Logan didn't mind the closeness. He was kind of a cuddle monster on a good day, and today was a good day. And he wasn't interested in disentangling them just yet. But soon.
The pole awaited.