Daughter of the Sea (lord_admiral) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-01-23 02:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, aria t'loak, jaina proudmoore |
Who: Jaina and Aria
What: Meeting and a private show
When: Mid-december
Where: Afterlife
Status: Complete
Rating: High
Jaina should have known that one day the Scourge would return, the Lich King would return. But that would mean she’d have to face Arthas again, see the face of her friend and love who’d lost his mind and turned irredeemably evil.
In her dreams she had regrets; her father, Arthas...and now she’d have to face the latter again, with Dalaran teleported to Northrend and the Horde and Alliance taking the war to Arthas.
But there were missteps, infighting between the two factions, and then the Wrathgate.
Gods. The Wrathgate.
Getting drunk and watching women dance? Jaina could use that, and she adjusted her pencil skirt as she stepped inside.
Aria always could spot someone who needed to forget their problems from a mile away. It had been a skill she had in her dreams, one that had been honed into a fine tool after living for so many centuries, but it was also a skill she had here. After all, to be a great stripper, one needed to be able to read the audience and become whatever they needed. She’d noted that Jaina clearly could use an escape, even without the blatant statement towards that end on the network.
So after the conversation, Aria descended from her office, having guessed that Jaina would want to watch the dancers as opposed to dancing and drinking. She stepped behind the bar to check the stock of liquor. Oh, she was never low on anything, Aria always ensured the bars were very well stocked, but she liked to keep tabs on things. Especially when people were in and out watching the dancers.
Satisfied with the selection, she moved out from behind the bar and leaned an elbow on it as she glanced towards the stage. Tonight, her hair was mostly a brilliant blue, with some white streaks thrown in for good measure. It was loose, and not for the first time she was thankful she could change the appearance of the hair with her glamour. Otherwise it would get highly suspicious that she’d have the same hair color and style every day.
She looked more like she belonged in a heavy metal band with black pants, steel-toed boots, a tank top with stylized tears in it and a mesh shirt over it, but that was what she liked. She didn’t like being pegged as an uptight club owner because she wasn’t uptight. She spotted someone enter the club and she looked over at the tall blonde woman. Aria’s blue eyes moved over her. She was attractive, and had quite the intriguing selection of clothing for going to a strip club. She pushed away from the bar and moved to greet her new customer.
“You must be Jaina,” she said in greeting. Aria was definitely not short, and she had very nice muscle tone, but she felt on the short side of things standing beside Jaina. She briefly was reminded of Nyreen, but she quickly pushed the thought from her mind.
Jaina made herself not gawk, turning sapphire eyes to Aria. She wasn’t sure what she expected but Aria certainly met those expectations somehow. And she was stunningly hot, more so than any dancer on stage. “Yes. Aria?”
“I am. I assume this is your first time in Afterlife?” Aria was still trying to decide whether to give Jaina a private room or not. But she supposed it would depend upon how this conversation went.
“First time here.” Jaina smiled, fighting back her nerves. She was less prudish than she could be in her dreams (though in both cases she could be wild in bed) when in public, but still felt nervous. “Can count on one hands the clubs I’ve been to though.”
“I see. Well, you are in good hands here. And if you find the strip club a little much for your tastes this evening, the dance club is through that door,” Aria indicated with her hand. There were a couple burly security guards at the door, ensuring that no one underage got in. “So what type of alcohol are you in the mood for tonight?”
“Good hands.” Jaina fought a blush. And mostly failed. “I think I will be fine here. But I am thinking something with bite. I’d like to put a few bad dreams behind me.”
So Jaina was the blushing type, interesting. Aria hadn’t intended her word choice to give her that kind of a response, but it was still good to know. “Luckily, I have just the thing in mind for that.” Aria motioned to the bartender, putting in an order for a nice, strong whiskey that had a nice bite to it. “Would you prefer a table or a private room?”
“That’s an option?” Jaina asked, unsure of where to put her hands so clasping them behind her back. She couldn’t help it, smirking slightly as she asked, “Do I get company?”
“Of course you can have company,” she replied. The bartender slid a drink over and Aria picked it up and handed it to Jaina. “You can have my company, or I could arrange for a dancer or two to entertain you. It all depends upon your taste.” Was Aria trying to figure out what kind of person Jaina was were that answer was concerned? Most definitely.
Jaina quirked an eyebrow, not even going to assume the kind of company Aria was offering her. “As much as a dancer would very much keep me occupied, I find you much more fascinating.”
Aria smirked a bit. “Then my company you shall have. Just one moment,” she said before she moved back to the bar. She leaned over to tell the bartender something, mostly just what bottle of alcohol to send to the room she was taking Jaina to. She then turned. “This way,” she motioned as she began to lead the way to a private room. There were some whistles and cheers from the audience as one of the girls was putting on quite the show at the moment.
Jaina swallowed,eyes dropping to Aria’s ass briefly before she glanced in the direction of the noise, until they were in the private room. She took it in, chewing on her lip, before choosing to sit on the couch and try to relax.
Once in the room, it didn’t take long for Aria to note that Jaina seemed nervous. Reading body language had long been a skill of hers. It was what had allowed her to be an excellent dancer in her working days. But it was also a skill she’d finely honed in her dreams, one that had undoubtedly saved her ass more times than she could even begin to count.
“It seems that you are in need of relaxing,” she calmly stated, a server coming to the door a minute later with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. They were set on the table and then Jaina and Aria were alone again. “Alcohol can tend to help with that.” Aria moved to sit on the couch as well. She was curious as to what Jaina’s reaction would be as she reached out and poured them both a glass of the fine whiskey, then handed one glass to Jaina.
“I admit I’ve been very tense,” Jaina said, taking the glass from Aria with a smile and trying to not feel nervous at her proximity. The power dynamics at play were ..different here. She wasn’t used to that. Or to being intimidated by someone. “For a variety of reasons.”
“Orange County has a way of making people tense.” It came from the fact they never knew when hell would break loose around here. Aria didn’t like unpredictability like that, but she couldn’t do anything about it. So she’d adjusted as best as she could. “So what do you typically do to relieve the stress?” Aria sipped her own drink and leaned back against the couch, crossing her legs a bit casually.
“That it can.” Jaina sipped her drink as well, weighing what to say or how to say it. “I used to just read or study. Work math problems. Tried dancing sometimes. None of it really helps and I wonder if it even matters any more.”
Aria listened, quickly making connections with what Jaina was saying. Clearly she was highly intelligent with the whole working math problems to cope. Not everyone did math when they needed to relax, and the only people who seemed to do math at those times were smart people who liked the subject.
“Perhaps you simply need to find new methods to relax. I would assume that working math problems, reading and studying all worked before you ever came here and started dreaming of another life and dealing with the crazy shit that happens here. New methods might be in order.” Aria commented before sipping her drink again. Not for the first time she was glad that Asari physiology allowed her to still eat and drink human food and beverages.
“Have any suggestions, Miss T’loak?” Jaina crossed her legs as well, taking another, longer sip of her drink. The burn left her with a pleasant buzz already, and she was feeling brave.
Aria’s gaze slid over Jaina’s legs when she crossed them for a couple moments before she lifted her gaze back to Jaina’s face. “I may have a few. Though it would depend upon your tastes, of course.” Her statement was deliberately a little vague. Was she asking about Jaina’s sexuality? Was she implying sex? Was she implying getting a couple dancers in here for a private show? She let Jaina do the interpreting, and she’d go from there.
Jaina noticed that look, and felt suddenly like her heart was going to pound out of her chest. She wanted a private show but….she kind of wanted to see if Aria was implying what Jaina thought she was implying. Her throat bobbed as she raked her eyes over Aria. “I like to think I have good tastes.”
“That is good to know, though such a thing can be more subjective. I know I like what I see.” Aria said bluntly, noting the way Jaina looked her over like that. Though she was inwardly glad that she didn’t have to beat around the bush about the Dreams. They both were on the same network, so Aria hoped that Jaina would take any revelation of her being an alien would be taken relatively well.
Jaina took another sip, the kind for strengthening nerves. It was kind of bold to walk into a strip club and proposition the owner, but here she was and she hoped she was reading the situation correctly. “We could get to know each other better?”
A smile curved her lips, though it was one of those smiles that was somewhere between an actual smile and a smirk. Aria was notorious for that kind of smile at times. “I think I’d like that.” She eyed Jaina, her blue eyes getting a gleam in them. But, of course, before things went anywhere, Aria would divulge the whole not-being-human aspect of herself. It was kind of important. Especially since her hair wasn’t actually real, it just looked like it was. Jaina would undoubtedly be a little unnerved if she went to touch her hair and only touched the backwards-swept crests on her head instead without any warning.
It was a very attractive smile and reminded Jaina of some people she knew. Pained had that smile. Pained also had purple skin, pointed ears and elongated canines that felt amazing at Jaina’s throat.
“As long as we’re on the same page,” Jaina replied, sitting up straighter, wondering if Aria would dance for her.
“I believe we are,” she responded, and took another sip of her drink. “Though before going any further, I should tell you something.” Aria was rather glad they were in a private room so no one could overhear them or see them. “As you are on the network, you are clearly aware of the Dreams and that not all of us are human. I am no longer human. What you see is merely magic to make me look human so I don’t get lynched. Or end up in a lab somewhere to be dissected and experimented on.” The last sentence was practically spat out. She had an intense disdain for the types of people that would do experiments on others.
It was one of the many problems she had with Cerberus. Number one was the fact they’d murdered her daughter on Omega. If Shepard hadn’t taken Cerberus down, Aria would’ve taken them down herself after prying Omega back from the Illusive Man.
Magic. That would explain part of the buzz Aria was giving her. The alcohol and Aria’s hotness would do the rest. But Jaina leaned forward, holding her hand palm up as a flame danced around her skin. “Magic is something I’m intimately familiar with. Are you an elf? Orc? Or…”
She hesitated, then asked, “Alien?”
“Alien. I have no magic myself, though people unfamiliar with my abilities might think I had magic.” She looked at the fire Jaina conjured, liking that. After all, Aria sometimes liked to play with fire. And other times she was burning other people with it. “To be specific, I am an Asari. My race is monogendered so gender is meaningless to us. However, we appear female in all respects and use female pronouns and titles. I am humanoid, but my physiology is extremely different. For one, my species can live for one thousand years. For another, well, let’s just say once you have sex with an Asari, it’s very difficult to go back to sex with humans.” And then a sexy and somewhat cocky smirk crossed her face.
"I've .. uh." Jaina looked up at her, both eyebrows raised as anticipation shot through her. "I've been with Kaldorei. Night elves. About seven feet tall amazons with two foot long ears, sharp canines, well defined muscles and skin colors ranging from purple to blue to the color of the moon..."
And there were orcs too.
Aria chuckled at Jaina’s reaction. “I’m willing to bet that they cannot join their minds to yours during sex. Sex with an Asari is never just physical.” And then she decided to let that particular thought hang as she took what looked like some sort of bracelet off of her wrist. The instant it left her skin, the human facade fell away to reveal Aria in her all of her Asari glory.
Or at least as much of it that could be seen while she was still clothed. The only thing, other than her height and body shape, that remained the same was her eye color.
"Not even with magic," Jaina assured her, memories of Pained floating away. Memories of her dreams entirely floated away. Arthas and the battle of the Wrathgate and the terrible cost of war.
Sex of the mind? Like a mind meld? Jaina was intrigued by the implications and curious as to the hows and whys and biologicals of it all.
Her breath escaped her. "Holy shit."
There was a definite biological aspect to it. It was part of what allowed the Asari to reproduce. As the saying went, life always finds a way. Though Aria wasn’t looking to reproduce. Her smirk only widened at Jaina’s response to Aria’s revelation of how she truly looked.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” After all, while Asari were common in her dreams, they weren’t here. So she tended to enjoy people’s reactions to how she really looked.
“I like blue,” Jaina said, purpleish-blue energy swirling around her hands and making her eyes glow briefly as well. She didn’t trust herself to stand, but she still peered up at Aria, liking the smirk and the look, and wondering at the texture of her skin.
Aria’s skin certainly had a different texture to it. Upon a closer look, it seemed as though there was a pattern of scales on her skin. She didn’t have scales, her skin was soft, but it was different from a human’s skin.
“Good because you’ll be seeing a lot of it,” she commented as she set her drink down on the table. Aria shifted closer to Jaina on the couch, deciding to not tease so much anymore. She reached out, hand moving to the back of Jaina’s head and pulling her closer as she leaned in and kissed her.
Jaina didn’t have a chance to respond, and she didn’t really mind. She let herself be drawn in, returning the kiss eagerly and marveling at the texture of Aria’s soft skin as she ran her hand over her arm. She’d wanted to ask about the face markings, but that could wait - and maybe there’d be markings elsewhere…
She enjoyed the eager kiss, and deepened it. Aria’s facial markings would only be found on her face. She had some scars on her body. After all, she hadn’t lived for a thousand years without accumulating some scars from the many battles she’d been in. She broke the kiss when she needed some air, and she smirked a bit, pulling back only far enough so she could look Jaina in the eye. “Your lips are so soft,” she purred.
Groaning, Jaina had almost ended up in Aria’s lap, and caught herself before she’d ended up doing so. Her breath was warm and she managed a throaty laugh. “So are yours…”
Oh, oh she needed this. She needed this desperately.
Aria’s hand slid from the back of Jaina’s hand, finger lightly trailing along her jawline before tracing down along her throat. “I’m willing to bet the rest of your skin is just as soft,” she murmured.
“Oh god,” Jaina breathed, eyes fluttering shut as she tilted her head back to allow Aria more of her throat to touch. She wanted her to bite and suck at it, to close her hand around her throat and -- wow she’d never realized she’d had that kink before. She groaned out, “Oh god do whatever you want to me.”
Aria couldn’t help but to smirk at that. She liked it, and she liked that Jaina was open to it. Aria did enjoy being in charge and taking the lead. She also had a thing for tall women, it would seem. “I plan on doing quite a few things to you,” she murmured before she caught Jaina’s lower lip between her teeth and tugged at it as she trailed her hand down along the blonde’s chest and groped one of her breasts through her shirt.
Shit. That was incredibly hot. Jaina groaned into Aria’s mouth, arching her back into the Asari’s hand. Her left hand explored over the top of Aria’s head, stroking the tendrils curiously as the fingers of her right hand dug into Aria’s hips. She moaned again, squirming, like the teeth or the hand had hit some kind of switch.
Jaina was a lively one. Aria liked that. She smirked and squeezed Jaina’s breast as she trailed her mouth down to her neck, flicking her tongue against the skin. She also interspersed some nips with her teeth, testing Jaina. She didn’t want to do too much too quickly, after all. Though she was also curious just how lively Jaina could get. Her other hand trailed down Jaina’s back.
Running her hand up Aria’s hip and her side, Jaina sought out her breast, palming it (or trying to, as they were as substantial as her own). She rubbed her palm, feeling the warmth of Aria’s skin through her shirt. The hand on her back, though, sent jolts of electricity through her, and she tilted her head back, exposing her neck for Aria’s teeth.
She groaned a bit as she felt Jaina’s hand on her breast. She pressed into the touch, and started to nip along Jaina’s neck a little harder. Not quite hard enough to leave marks behind, but she’d get there. Aria wanted Jaina in her lap, but that pencil skirt of hers needed to be moved first. So she slid her hands down to the bottom hem of Jaina’s skirt and pushed it up enough so that her legs were freer. Grabbing Jaina’s hips, she pulled her onto her lap. “Mm, better,” she murmured against Jaina’s throat before she gave an actual bite to Jaina’s neck.
Marks. Marks were good, though Jaina quickly forgot what she was thinking as Aria freed her legs and pulled her into her lap. She shifted her legs, wrapping them around Aria’s waist and dug her nails into Aria’s scalp, pressing her hard against her throat and making a sound that made her pray the room was soundproofed.
A shudder ran through Aria’s body when she felt Jaina’s nails in her scalp. Jaina would be pleased to know that the walls were soundproofed. After all, she did go all-out when she’d originally built the place, and she knew VIPs tended to like their privacy. Plus, what was the point of a private room if the noise of the club couldn’t be drowned out?
She bit Jaina’s neck again, then decided to leave a nice hickey behind. She grazed her nails along Jaina’s thighs before she slid her hands back up, intending to remove her shirt. There were too many clothes between them currently.
Or the noise inside the room nice and hidden. Jaina shivered, groaning again, a sound half between a whimper and a moan. She wore a nice lacy bra under the shirt, off-white in color so it wouldn’t show through her clothing. “Don’t stop.”
She smirked against the skin of Jaina’s neck. “I have no plans to stop,” she assured her. Aria pulled Jaina’s top off and tossed it aside, her hands moving to hungrily explore the skin that was just exposed to her as she trailed her mouth to the other side of Jaina’s neck.
“Thank god,” Jaina murmured, arching again against Aria. She wanted to explore the alien as much as she wanted to let the alien explore her, but Aria was pushing all her buttons and she was having a serious ‘step on me’ kind of moment.
Jaina might be a teensy bit of a bottom.
Aria was sensing that Jaina was a bit of a bottom, at least in this current moment. She was rather attuned to whether someone she was engaging with was a top or a bottom. So she was more than happy to take the lead. She made quick work of getting Jaina’s bra off and she dragged her nails down Jaina’s back. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave welts behind. She trailed her mouth down to Jaina’s chest, nipping her way to one of Jaina’s nipples before lightly biting it before rubbing her tongue against it.
With the power at Jaina’s fingertips and the responsibility she had in her dreams, she was more than happy to let go on occasion, and Aria was gorgeous and strong and alien. Jaina wanted the sexual equivalent of dissecting Aria; taste her and touch her and see what differences and similarities there were.
But she’d have to survive Aria’s hands on her first, and her mouth and teeth and-- “Oh god!”
Smirking, Aria bit Jaina’s nipple again. She locked one arm around Jaina’s back, holding her close as she trailed her other hand down over her hip and along her thigh. She then trailed that hand back up Jaina’s thigh before she raked her nails along it, again leaving welts behind. She could tease Jaina like this for a while, though she wasn’t completely cruel like that. She would give Jaina what she wanted...just not without some build up, of course.
“Harder,” Jaina rasped, almost begging, the pain and pleasure mixing together in a way that made her feel alive and not alone and like she could let go. She so desperately wanted to let go. Jaina neededto.
It was like an ache in her bones slowly building with each of her dreams, a sense of anticipation that something was going to happen. She’d thought it had been Arthas, but something else….
She needed this.
Aria was definitely liking this. She could most certainly give Jaina what she wanted. She wanted harder, so she gave her harder. Shifting her mouth to Jaina’s other breast, Aria bit that nipple harder than she’d bitten the other one. This time, she pressed her nails into Jaina’s thigh. She might’ve drawn a little blood before she trailed her hand up Jaina’s inner thigh and moving towards her center.
“Oh fuck me,” Jaina breathed, body shuddering as electricity shot through her. She dug her fingers into Aria’s scalp, her other hand palming her breast. She groaned at the soft texture of Aria’s skin,then rubbed her thumb in a circle around her nipples.
“With pleasure,” Aria responded despite knowing that was more a rhetorical statement than anything else. She groaned at the nails in her scalp and the hand on her breast. Aria’s hand finally reached Jaina’s center and she pushed her panties aside before she slid a finger along her, testing her.
Jaina was ready - had been ready since Aria’s hand had been on her face and throat. She let out a low, needy moan, rolling her hips in an effort to get Aria’s finger exactly where she wanted it to be. “Oh god..!”
Smirking a bit, Aria rubbed her finger lightly against Jaina’s clit. She shifted her arm around her back slightly, holding her close before she trailed her mouth up to Jaina’s neck again. She bit down hard on the side of her neck at the same time she slid two fingers inside of Jaina.
“Harder,” Jaina gasped, whether she meant the biting or the fingers or just the everything that was happening it wasn’t entirely clear. She only knew she needed more, that Aria had her completely in her thrall and that it felt absolutely amazing. She almost begged, “Use me…”
There was borderline begging, and Aria loved it. In fact, she felt like it was time to up the ante, as it were. So without much warning, and without missing a beat, Aria flipped Jaina onto her back on the couch, leaning her body weight against her. She thrust her fingers harder, curving them to find Jaina’s g-spot. She bit Jaina’s neck again before she lifted her head and gazed at the blonde beneath her, sliding her body against hers.
“Are you ready to know what it feels like to really have sex with an Asari?”
Jaina vaguely recalled something about the mind, but she was too far gone to recall just what. Aria was marking her and she loved it. There was something to be said to being with someone experienced; and someone who excelled in controlling the experience.
“I..I...god yes!”
She wondered if the simple act of joining minds would be enough to push Jaina over the edge or not. Everyone was different in that respect, so Aria was prepared for anything. As it was, she was more than happy to drive Jaina over the edge as much as she wanted her to. She kept her fingers moving hard, and she gazed down at Jaina.
“Look at me,” she practically commanded. Mostly she wanted Jaina’s attention and gaze on her. Once Jaina’s eyes met her own, Aria smiled. “Embrace Eternity,” she stated as her eyes turned completely black and she joined her mind to Jaina’s.
Rocking her hips down onto Aria’s hand, Jaina lifted her head, meeting Aria’s eyes as she felt herself nearing the edge.
And then there was everything. She was engulfed, body her own and body not her own and Jaina felt like she was flying.
It was always an experience to join minds with another. Despite the fact that Aria’s dream self had done it quite a few times over her long life, it was still a relatively new experience for her in this life. She couldn’t tell where she ended and Jaina began. But there was so much there. Memories, fragments of memories, floating between them.
She groaned and kept her fingers moving into Jaina and rocked her hips against her a bit.
There was so much alien about Aria, that Jaina didn’t feel as self-concious as she might have been, about orcs and elves and the constant war. She was tired, so tired, and she needed this like she needed water, her hand sliding between Aria’s leg, curious.
But the orgasm that hit her suddenly was unlike any she’d experienced before. It was like she came undone and rode the pleasure between them.
She sensed how tired Jaina was, saw the flickers of war flash by. Aria understood that. She’d lived one thousand years and had seen war many times. She’d even fought in some, though never on the front lines. She had been a Commando, a special force strike team. She’d been a mercenary, even an exotic dancer in both the dreams and this life. Perhaps one thing that stood out amongst it all was that Aria felt old, but she was more alive than most anything else. So much living, so many experiences. And under it all, there was a sense of loss.
Aria groaned as she felt Jaina’s hand between her legs, her anatomy there not that different from a human woman’s. She kept her fingers moving through Jaina’s orgasm, then she slowed them, but she didn’t stop them. She slid her fingers in and out of Jaina slowly, keeping her stimulated. She certainly wasn’t going to stop until Jaina begged her to.
War seemed to be a theme in many peoples’ dreams, and part of Jaina was disappointed to find the future was as filled with it as the modern world or the fantastical past.
Jaina let that flow over her, moving her fingers against Aria and then pushing one inside her, moving her hips in response to Aria’s fingers. She started kissing her at some point and couldn’t tell which of them she was feeling more.
There were long stretches of peace, or at least wars that didn’t affect Aria. But it was also stretched out over a far longer period of time than what she could sense from Jaina. Perhaps ultimately it evened out. Though the war with the Reapers was the worst. Aria had barely escaped the Citadel before the Reapers took control of it.
I won’t die like this.
An echo of a line Aria had said multiple times throughout her life.
Feeling Jaina’s fingers on her, she moaned, hips moving against her hand. Aria kissed Jaina hard and deep, fire laced in her kiss. She kept her fingers moving in and out of Jaina.
Jaina moaned something unintelligible, barely managing to not falter in moving her own finger. She hooked it, dragging it down in an effort to give as good as she was getting but she wasn’t far off from being completely at Aria’s mercy. Another shudder rocked her as Aria pushed her to another climax and she whined into Aria’s mouth.
Feeling Jaina hit another orgasm, she felt her own orgasm building. Aria kept her fingers moving through Jaina’s orgasm, then she finally slowed them and slid them out of her. Feeling Jaina’s finger hooked inside of her, she moaned into Jaina’s mouth, her hips rocking against her hand. She was close, so close.
Adding a second finger, Jaina broke the kiss and left bite and teeth marks along Aria’s neck. Not hard enough to draw blood, but still plenty hard. She moved her fingers in a come-hither motion, the thumb of her other hand flicking over one of Aria’s nipples.
The biting and second finger did it. Aria let out a loud moan as she hit her orgasm. Her back arched and her hips pressed down against Jaina’s hand. The release was exquisite, and her whole body was humming.
Aria was beautiful, the vision of her orgasm enough to set Jaina off again. She wrapped her arm around Aria’s back, holding her close as they rode through the orgasms together. It felt like she was sharing Aria’s orgasm, like the connection of their minds were making.
She started to giggle.
It took several moments before Jaina’s giggling started to register in Aria’s mind. She couldn’t help but to smile as she started to catch her breath. After they both had come down from their orgasms, she broke the mental connection between them. Her eyes turned back to their normal blue and remained lying on top of the blonde. “I take it that you enjoyed that?”
“Jesus.” It was all that Jaina could manage just then, her head spinning and her body feeling like it was floating. She groaned, sagging against Aria and into her arms. She repeated, “Jesus..”
And then, Jaina being Jaina, she blurted, “What kind of...evolutionary...for ..amazing.”
“I’m not Jesus,” Aria stated with a chuckle. She knew Jaina hadn’t called her that, but she felt like saying it nonetheless. “Perhaps that is a question you should try asking again when your brain can comprehend both it and the answer.”
“Close enough,” she mumbled. Her toes were on another planet, she was pretty sure. Along with her brain and her heart, which had beaten out of her chest. “Fair warning, once I start asking questions I tend not to stop.”
Aria chuckled at that. She was definitely not a religious person, but she was a bit flattered by that statement. “I can’t promise I’ll have all the answers, but I’ll answer what I can. And if I get tired of the questions, I could just kiss you again to get you to stop.” She didn’t need to smirk because the smirk was in her words and tone of voice.
A goddess of beauty and sex. Did that make Aria Venus? It felt like it. Jaina laughed breezily, trailing her fingers down the side of Aria’s face. “Does the… telepathy extend beyond just sex? Is there a reproductive purpose for that?”
“It’s main use is for reproduction, yes. My species is monogendered, and this ability allows us to reproduce with any sentient species and any gender. It can also be used as a way to say goodbye to those we care about the most if we are parting ways for good. We can control what memories we share with others through it, unless it is during sex.” Obviously, people tended to be preoccupied with more important things than trying to focus on what memories their partner were able to see during sex.
“That’s… fascinating.” She sounded like a Vulcan. Shivering, Jaina curled against Aria’s side, kissing her shoulder,then her neck. “Is it some kind of...symbioses?”
Aria wasn’t always the cuddling type, but she wasn’t feeling like pushing Jaina away. She slid an arm around her and held her close. The fingers of her other hand lightly trailing along the skin of her arm. “I suppose you could say that. When we use the ability to procreate, the mother, the one who uses that ability, copies her own genes, and then by joining nervous systems we take some genetic information from the ‘father’ to help randomize the genetics of our daughters. Regardless of what species the father is, the child is always an Asari.”
Jaina wasn’t a biologist, but she understood the gist of that. It was incredible, and interesting to her. “That’s a unique way to ensure genetic variation.”
“It is, yes. Though I suppose it is also logical that my species developed that ability as we evolved given we are monogendered.” Aria wasn’t a biologist either, and while she didn’t understand the intricacies of Asari reproduction, she had certainly benefited from them. “Though this ability can also be used for destructive means as well. We can flay the mind of another, or burn their mind I suppose is another term that would work. I have on occasion done that, but only with a person who deserved the fate.”
Like the general that had taken over Omega. Aria hated Cerberus, and she’d taken her anger out on the man once Shepard had helped her regain control of Omega. She hadn’t cared that he’d surrendered, he was going to pay for taking her home from her. And Cerberus was going to pay for also having murdered one of her daughters.
That wasn’t a surprise to Jaina. Nearly anything could become a weapon, and the ability to join minds was no exception. A part of her considered how useful that would be against the Scourge. And later, someday soon,she’d consider the usefulness against the Horde, but she hadn’t dreamed that far yet, and still wished for peace.
“Sounds useful.”
“It is. Especially if you hate someone so much that simply obliterating them otherwise wouldn’t be painful enough for them to die.” There was a glint that passed through Aria’s eyes. She was definitely a dangerous woman, and one who tended to have less than legal ties to various things. However, she wasn’t cruel without good reason to be.
Jaina hoped she’d never have to experience that kind of anger or hatred. It would be either vastly out of character, or the cause would have to be terribly traumatic. “That might have been handy in the war against Arthas.”
“Would it? A select few seem to earn such a fate.” Aria was going to remain vague about her own use of that particular side of her ability. She didn’t want to sour the evening by going into how terrorists murdered her daughter and then took her home out from under her.
“The Lich King’s crimes are unnumbered,” Jaina said, but she didn’t wish to go into her exe’s story at the moment. “Ending the war against him more quickly would have saved a lot of lives and heart ache.”
So she kissed Aria, intending on changing the subject the old fashioned way.
Aria knew quite a few people who could fit that description. In fact, some might say that Aria herself had a similar reputation. One thousand years of living, Aria had racked up a body count and plenty of enemies.
However, she welcomed the kiss, happy to change the subject. She returned the kiss, brushing her fingers through Jaina’s hair. Sometimes, she sort of forgot what hair felt like since she no longer had any.
Jaina stifled a moan at the fingers in her hair, shifting slightly in Aria’s lap. She’d just made love to an alien, both physically and mentally. Jaina didn’t have the words to describe it only that she kind of wanted to brag.
Aria didn’t mind if Jaina wanted to brag, it boosted her ego, really. She deepened the kiss for several moments before breaking it, her lips brushing against Jaina’s. “It sounds like you’re ready for another round?” Aria had half a mind to stand up and shove Jaina against the wall.
“Hmwhayeah?” Jaina’s eyebrows disappeared into her hair and her own ego was suddenly boosted. “...like I’d say no?”
Well she could, she just didn’t want to. What she wanted was Aria to turn her into a quivering mess again.
“Just checking,” she responded with a smirk. Aria then hooked her hands under Jaina’s thighs and picked her up as she stood up. Aria didn’t have super strength, but she could hold the taller woman long enough to pin her against the wall. She then kissed Jaina heatedly, her hands roaming over her skin again.
Jaina made a protesting sound, but then she hit the wall and was pinned, her legs wrapped around Aria and that was the single hottest thing anyone had ever done to her. She groaned loudly, kissing back feverishly as she pretty much forgot her own name.
Aria wished she had one of her toys with her, she could’ve really fucked Jaina good that way. But she’d settle for what she had at hand. She rocked her hips against Jaina as she grabbed one of the blonde’s breasts and caressed it, rubbing a thumb against the nipple.
Jaina wanted the same thing, and would have settled for a bottle. Or at least a destination to open a portal. “Fuck..fuck…” She threw her head back against the wall and shivered. “Gods, Aria…”
She pinched Jaina’s nipple before dragging her tongue along the blonde’s neck. “I wish I had a toy here,” she commented against Jaina’s throat. Aria rocked her hips against Jaina’s again, just to reinforce that statement.
“I can...can...fuck.” Jaina felt her body heating up, then twirled her hand. Something vaguely phallic like coalesced out of violet-blue energy, until she was holding a magical toy. “Got...lonely in my tower sometimes.”
She let go and it floated there and her face was beat red because this was the single most embarrassing thing she’d ever admitted to but she was too turned on to think about it. “Wouldn’t even need straps.”
That was...quite the admission, but Aria wasn’t about to make fun of it or anything. After all, people had needs regardless of anything else. And she didn’t even question it when the toy appeared and moved to where it needed to be. “That is certainly handy,” she commented pulling back far enough so she could ensure the toy was where it needed to be. She then slid a hand between Jaina’s legs, mostly testing to ensure she was still ready for the toy before she started to slide it inside of her.
“Shit…” Jaina tilted her head back further, trembling and rocking her hips just a little a Aria entered her. She dug her nails into Aria’s shoulders, the grinned a little as she activated another part of the spell, meant to pleasure the user as much as the receiver.
She groaned at feeling the nails in her shoulders, but that turned into a moan when Jaina activated the magical toy. “Fuck,” she cursed, shifting her hands to get a better hold of Jaina’s thighs. Aria started rocking her hips against Jaina, moving a little slow and slightly disjointed while she got used to the feeling of the toy herself. She leaned in and nipped along Jaina’s chest, pressing her body tighter against Jaina’s.
Jaina laughed a little at Aria’s reaction, rolling her hips again and then twirling them in a circle. She held Aria’s head against her chest, closing her eyes and letting herself be as loud as she could. It was exciting, considering where they were and the fact there were probably dozens of people not all that far away.
Aria moaned, loving this toy that Jaina conjured. She moved her hips in rhythm with Jaina’s, licking and nipping at the skin of her chest. Oh, it definitely was a turn on that there were dozens of people within close proximity to them. There were multiple reasons that she’d ensured the private rooms were well insulated. For one, it let the people in the room easily hear each other without the loud music from the club itself. It also kept the noise of whatever happened in the rooms be heard outside of them.
“More,” Jaina begged, dragging her fingers down Aria’s back and savoring the feel of her skin. Smooth, yet textured.
And it didn’t hurt that Aria knew what she was doing with her hips, Jaina’s toes starting to curl as the pressure built up again. She yanked Aria’s head back and kissed her.
Aria practically growled at the feeling of Jaina’s fingers dragging down her back. She kissed Jaina hard and heatedly, moving her hips harder and faster against Jaina. Her fingers started to dig into Jaina’s thighs. Goddess, this felt amazing to her.
Oh, that almost growl did things to Jaina’s stomach and she made an approving sound, dragging her nails back up even harder this time. Even without the mental thing, Aria was good. Better than good. Probably the best Jaina had ever had.
She arched suddenly, breaking the kiss and screaming Aria’s name.
This time, Aria did growl when she felt Jaina’s nails on her back. She shuddered a bit, arching her back and pressing her body tighter against Jaina’s. Aria certainly prided herself on her skill when it came to sex. She didn’t need the mental connection to blow people’s minds.
Oh, she liked when Jaina screamed her name, and she moved harder against her, her own voice rising in chorus with Jaina’s.
Jaina just wanted Aria to not stop. And keep growling. The growling only served to turn her on more and more until she was begging again. Begging Aria’s name, crying out filthy, filthy things, wanting Aria to use her, step on her, choke her. Wanting it rough, needing it rough.
The begging was a total turn on for Aria. And oh, she definitely didn’t stop. She dragged her nails along Jaina’s thighs, more than happy to give it to her rough. She used her teeth, her nails and the force of her body to pleasure Jaina. The only thing Aria didn’t do was join their minds, but that was mostly due to the fact she didn’t trust herself to not burn Jaina’s mind with her own while in this state. Dream!Aria may have that fine control, but in this life, she was still learning how to use that ability.
Bruises and scrapes would be the cost of this but Jaina was more than willing to pay it. She squeezed her eyes shut, a little arcane energy leaking out the corners of them as she moved her body in time to Aria’s.
She’d lost count, but she was so close to another, and another. She gasped Aria’s name, begging her to keep going.
Aria more than certainly gave Jaina bruises and scrapes. She was never told to stop leaving her marks, so she didn’t. She got lost in the passion, her only focus being on Jaina and doing as much as she possibly could to her.
Now, Aria wasn’t a sadist when it came to sex, so she never crossed those lines. She’d also lost count of how many orgasms she herself had had, but she’d definitely put them in several different positions. She kept going, but Aria could feel her strength was waning. She couldn’t keep this up forever, and she was getting close to another orgasm, which she felt might be the one to do her in. So she drove the toy into Jaina, her fingers digging into her skin, wanting to drive her to one last orgasm before she collapsed.
The only thing keeping Jaina upright was being pinned between Aria and the wall, and as she tenderly stroked the tendrils on her head Jaina was pretty sure the same was true of the Asari.
She sighed and moaned, a pleasant sound. “I think I’m now a liquid.”
Aria was covered in sweat. And Jaina was quite right, Aria wasn’t certain she could stand on her own. Though if she didn’t do something to get them to the couch, she’d probably collapse right then and there. Her legs felt a little weak, but she managed to navigate them to the couch.
“The same can be said for me,” Aria responded, trying to regain her breath. She made no other move but to try and recover herself. “That was exceptionally mind-blowing.”
With a wave of her hand, the toy dissipated into nothingness. If only her teachers knew the kinds of things she’d used her magic for, they’d probably faith.
Or chastize her. Maybe even both.
“It’s been...way too long since the last time I’ve had something like this.”
“I’m more than happy to have provided it for you,” Aria responded with a smirk. To be honest, it had been far too long since she’d had sex like that with a woman. She and Logan could go at it for hours at times, but Aria had to say she did have a bit of a preference for women when it came down to it.
“I’d give you a high five, but I don’t think I can move…”
Aria chuckled at that. “Save it for later when we both can move.”