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[b][u][center]Under His Asari’s Soles[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Angelus288[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

By and large, Chris loved his life. Despite a lack of family, despite the problems his love life had caused, the human genuinely enjoyed too many things to be bothered by the parts that had gone wrong.

He lived on a planet named Arcadia, well out of reach of any of the conflicts sweeping Citadel Council space. Often compared to Eden Prime, the planet was a lush paradise of warm weather, many lakes, rivers, and oceans, and a number of beautiful vacation spots that would have made any other planet envious. Resources were plentiful, people were happy, and by and large, there was less bigotry than on other planets.

Partially because there were so many different species that helped found it, he was sure. Chris smiled as he watched some of them walk by, leaning back on a park bench as he saw both same-species couples and mixed-species couples going by. Krogan and Asari, Turian and human, even a few Volus here and there that had made the plane their home. It was…nice. Good, even.

But even the conditions of the planet didn’t beat what he got from his relationship.

Tap, tap, tap went the familiar footsteps behind him, and Chris turned before his girlfriend could surprise him.

“Feeling generous today, Selena?” he asked.

“Mmm, what do you mean, dear?”

“You let me hear you coming.”

“Well, I didn’t want to startle you.”

And she would have, if the blue-skinned woman hadn’t been intentionally walking heavier to make sound. The former commando was very good at her job, and he had seen her rip through more people than he wanted to think about to prove it.

Selena walked around the bench, her loose golden dress flowing about her as she sat down at his side. She brushed the sides of it down, shaking her head before turning to look at him.

“Enjoying the sights, beloved?”

“Very much so. Though none so much as you.”

“You flatter me, dear.”

“I only tell the truth.”

“Hmm, and here I thought I had to kick the truth out of you.”

The Asari shifted position, lifting one foot from the ground. Her sandal slipped slightly, the flip-flop shape of her footwear almost coming free and dangling solely from her dainty blue toes. She twitched her foot a few times, and of course, his eyes were drawn to it.

Chris would have blushed if she hadn’t done this so many times already, but he was already turned on, his attention glued to the bottom of her foot, to her twitching toes, to the way that she fanned them and risked losing her shoe with every movement of her foot. She knew that he was staring, of course, and he groaned as she moved her foot a bit closer, nudging her toes against his leg.

“It’s the duty of a commando to find the truth, of course,” she said.

“Even if you have to force it out of someone.”

“Milking it from our opponents has certain…benefits.”

“Is that your way of saying that you want to head home a bit early?”

“It may be, darling. It may be.”

“Well, far be it from me to delay an Asari commando.”

He stood up, offering his hand. Selena took it, and they were soon on their way, passing through the park and onto the streets. Several hovercraft passed by, some of them offering rides to the other parts of Avelin, the capital city. He ignored them. It was only a short walk home, anyway, and it was…rather nice to get Selena to walk a bit further.

The tap, tap, tap of her sandals reminded him of what was waiting for when they got back to their apartment.

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As soon as they left the lift, the Asari was rubbing her hands down his chest, along his sides, pushing him along. She leaned in, whispering.

“I’ve been on my feet all day, Chris,” she said. “I hope that you’re ready to help me…relax.”

“I’m at your disposal, of course.”

“Mmm, as always.”

She chuckled, giving him a gentle kiss on his ear, a gentle kiss that belied the furious power that the Asari could summon at a moment’s notice.

He blushed as they walked to the apartment door, knowing that he was going to be flat on his back before long, or at the very least, on his knees. It was what always happened, though he never complained about it.

There were a number of people that knew about them being together, but most folks believed that they were in an equal relationship. After all, for all of the Asari having a mixed reputation as a commando race and a stripper species, they were still a Council race and were clearly well-suited for the role of leading others forward. Most people saw them and assumed they were completely equal in all ways, privately and publicly.

They were right about the public part.

He finally unlocked the door, feeling Selena’s hands filling with biotic energy. He didn’t fight it as she lifted him through it, carrying him along as her patience came to an end. As he was directed along, her gentle biotic grip holding him tight and keeping him moving, she reached out and grabbed a chair for herself. It floated over, settled in place, and she put herself down on it, using it almost more like a throne than a chair.

Chris, on the other hand, was ‘forced’ to kneel on the floor. She never pushed him hard, but the little nudge, the exercise of power that she used, was all the more fun for it. He submitted to it, allowing her to hold him down while she leaned back on the chair, lifting one of her feet and pointing it towards him.

“Remove my sandal.”

“Of course, dear.”

He reached up delicately, bowing his head over her foot. The slightest hint of musk and sweat came from her, and he imagined that she had been using biotic barriers to keep it from dirtying itself during their walk. Most of what he got was the simple smell of another person’s body. Smiling, Chris cushioned her sandal with his hand, slowly sliding it off of her, laying the footwear on the ground.

He did the same with her other foot as he was offered the chance, and then kissed her toes. She smiled down at him, nodding in approval.

“You know your place.”

“As always, my love.”

“You may begin massaging me.”

It was part of their game, he knew. Part of the whole idea that she was above him. Of course, financially and socially, she was. She came from an old family with a powerful matriarch, while he had been disowned for loving someone outside his species. She had every reason to look for someone better than him, better positioned and better able to provide for her…

But she didn’t.

Instead, she simply enjoyed what he had to offer, and he enjoyed making the offering again, and again, and again.

She pressed her foot against his face, the long, narrow sole rubbing along his cheek. It was warm and soft, just giving enough to remind him of her femininity while having enough firmness to remind him of her power. He took it in hand, supporting her foot by the heel, and started rubbing in slow, simple circles, his thumbs tracing a gentle, circling line all the way from her heel to her toes.

It didn’t take long for Selena to start moaning from the treatment, either. She was obviously enjoying herself and not caring to hide it, the Asari smiling and squirming in her chair.

“I have never met someone else so skilled at this.”

“I merely worship the ground you walk on, dear.”

“And you do it well.”

“You should have seen me the first day I saw you.”

“I did see you, Chris. You were staring at my feet all night long.”

He blushed. It had been one of those days where he’d been a bit more obvious about his appreciation of her body than he thought he had been, but it was still a day where he had enjoyed himself. And he rather hoped that she had done the same.

His fingers worked up to her toes, sliding gently between them, teasing the little digits with slow, gentle strokes. He pushed them back, encouraging the muscles in the foot to stretch with them, flexing the tendons a few times before letting them relax again.

She loved every bit of it, and he could tell as she sighed happily again, and again.

As he moved to her other foot, encouraging it to relax as much as he could, he felt her other foot wiggling along his thigh, slowly rubbing up towards his crotch. He blushed, but didn’t stop the massage, knowing what his duties were, knowing that he hadn’t finished helping her relax.

Some people would have looked at him and seen some little human, someone whipped to the service of an alien. Just as the previous assumption of him being in charge was obviously false, so was that.

Chris was just a gentle person. He had always gone out of his way to help others, always tried to be a good person and better the lives of those around him. When it came to his friends, he was there at the drop of a hat if they needed him. When it came to relationships, everything else fell away, with the person he loved being the center of his life.

That was why he worked out so well with Selena, he imagined, and why he had gotten on well with the Asari’s mother, Kaylin. If the matriarch hadn’t been fond of him, he would have lost everything when he had been disowned, kicked out to the streets, likely left homeless for being willing to give up his life at home to be with an Asari.

Instead, Kaylin and Selena had stepped in to help. They’d moved out, they’d come here, and for once, his kindness had been rewarded by a better life. He was happy to be with Selena, more than happy to deepen their relationship, and he was eager to show that gratitude every day.

So, if that meant that he was going to massage her feet, or more, every time that they went out…he was fine with that.

He had just finished rubbing along the ball of her foot and was about to go for her toes when she lifted her feet to his face, nudging his cheek from side to side and pressing her soles firmly against his cheeks. She squished his face a bit, teasing him with her long, blue soles, and pulled him in a bit closer.

“It’s time for you to put more than your fingers to work, darling.”

“Mmm, as you wish, my love.”

He supported her feet by the ankles, letting them rest on his face until he could lean back a little bit. Selena helped him with that, holding her feet in place and pushing him back until he was more of a footrest than a person. She nudged her feet against either side of his face, catching his nose between her arches more than once, teasingly rubbing against him and keeping up the pressure until he was in exactly the right position.

It was a bit embarrassing, but all the more fun for it.

He stuck out his tongue, slowly dragging it across one foot and then down over the other, always giving it just a little bit more pressure than he needed to to avoid tickling. He licked, and lapped, and licked again, each time leaving a little bit of a shine on her beautiful soles.

Chris turned his head slightly, nesting his nose between the toes of one of her feet while he licked against the other. She moaned for him, and he licked a bit harder, knowing that she loved having him down here.

“That’s it, lover…give me my fair due…”

And he did, oh he did. He licked and nuzzled beneath her soles, working himself up to a right state from the way that he worked his tongue across her feet. Every lick left her soles looking a bit shinier, and every nuzzle of his nose against her feet seemed to bring a little smile to her face. He moaned softly to himself as he started to taste some of her flesh against his tongue, the slight hint of musk that he had gotten before a bit stronger now that he was licking her directly.

His tongue kept working at a furious pace, teasing her and giving her what he hoped that she wanted. He knew that he was enjoying it. Every lick across her soles sent a spark down to his cock, making him harder, throbbing a bit more, excited and eager.

Selena pressed her foot down a bit more firmly on his face, nudging him further back, then further still, until his head was pressed down on the floor. He groaned as he was made to look up at her, almost able to see between her legs, almost able to see her underwear beneath her dress. Only the curve of the chair kept him from seeing her, only the chair kept her modesty from being spoiled.

To his surprise, suddenly a blue band of energy formed around his head, pulling him tighter against the sole of her foot. There was no way for him to pull back, even if he wanted to, and he blushed as she tightened it with nothing but a gesture.

“You belong to me, my love. You belong under my feet.”

He nodded, even as she worked her foot back and forth, the band of biotic energy around his head tilting his head to follow along with it, making him sniff, making him nudge and nose his way beneath her sole. He groaned under his breath, unable to help himself as he huffed the scent, licked over her sole, gave it the worship that it so clearly deserved.

He moaned as she tightened her biotic grip all the harder, the light energy pressing against the back of his head even as she leaned back again. Her legs were fully extended, but she leaned back for him to get a good look up her skirt, letting him see her soaked panties past her toes, letting him see what he was doing to her. Chris shivered, his cock throbbing all the harder.

It was a bit embarrassing, yet incredibly sexy, to be pulled around by her foot, to be held this way and made to move with her. It felt almost like a leash that kept him bound to her, a mark of just where he belonged. He groaned, shivering, his cock begging for attention as the ideas just kept hitting him so hard.

Finally, Selena had mercy on him. She reached down with one slippery foot, pressing it down on the bulge in his pants.

“It seems that you still care for my feet over all other things,” she said. “Are you so hard from the taste? Or just from seeing them, lover?”

“Mmmph…I enjoy it all, dear.”

“You may call me Mistress for now.”

“I love it all, Mistress.”

“And all of me?”

“All of you.”

She pushed her toes past his lips and he accepted them happily, licking over her digits and tasting each and every one. She was immaculately clean there, her body warm and soft and smooth as he knew it to be. There was no imperfection, no small flaw that others might have had. She was, in a word, perfect.

And he loved it.

He kept moaning as he licked over her toes, sucking them gently, pulling them towards the back of his mouth. He dragged his tongue over the little things, sliding it between the toes, over them, and under them. Every so often, they would dance along his tongue, reminding him of his position, reminding him that he was under an Asari, that she was in charge of him in the bedroom.

Every reminder only made him harder.

She pressed down on his bulge again, grinding her sole against it and dragging her foot from the base to the tip of his tent, making sure that he felt every little rub that she made. He groaned, feeling his member twitching, spitting into his underwear. She chuckled.

“You are getting so close already?”

“Mmmph…”

He panted, nodding slowly as he kept licking her toes.

“You really are such a foot lover.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Do you remember out first date? The first time you did this for me?”

He did. It had been rather embarrassing for her to just point out that she’d noticed him staring, but even more embarrassing to pull off her shoe right then and there and present her foot to him. There had been a presence of command even then, and he’d known, looking at her, that there would never be any moment where she wasn’t in charge, where she wasn’t capable of pushing him down and making him do what he needed to do.

And he was fine with that. It made him happy, and it made her happy.

Selena rubbed his crotch a few more times, then she seemed to find a new interest. Her foot moved, her toes touching and tapping against the buttons of his pants. He would have reached down to help her, but he knew that she took pride in using all of her body to accomplish things. Her feet were just one more thing that she could use on him, either to get him off or just to strip him down.

After a few seconds, she managed it. She dragged his pants down with just her toes, not even using her biotics, and then dragged him back from them. His cock bounced out, throbbing in the open and already rather wet from his own pre. He panted, blushing, his eyes a bit wild as she pulled her foot back from his mouth.

She put that same foot down between his legs, rubbing against his cock, nudging it from side to side with her toes. With them wrapped around the base of his cock, it almost looked a little bit like a metronome, shaking back and forth and keeping rhythm for something that he didn’t understand.

He groaned as she brought her other foot up to the tip of his shaft, teasing it, rubbing the head into the space between the ball of her foot and her toes. The soft squeezes there, the way that she was constantly edging him, bringing him to a new level just before a full climax, never failed to get his motor running. He moaned, leaning his head back, panting, thrusting up against her foot until she stopped him.

Holding his cock pinned against his belly, she looked him right in the eyes, smiling softly. She lifted her foot, her heel digging into the area just under his head where it met with the shaft proper.

“Do you love me, Chris?” she asked, as she always did.

“I do.” He answered as he always did.

She pressed down a bit more firmly, drawing another groan, another moan from him, leaving him panting as she worked herself a bit further down his cock.

“Do you love my feet?”

“I love your feet. I love every inch of them, from those beautiful toes to those long, narrow soles. I love how soft they are, and how powerful they press.”

And they pressed firmly, indeed, driving him up the wall and leaving him gritting his teeth in bliss. He swore he was leaving marks of pre along her soles, making her look slippery and wet and shiny down there, but he was too deep into it to be able to actually look down and see it.

“Do you love my smile?”

“I love your smile. I love seeing it every day, and knowing that I help make your life better.”

And she favored him with it, even as she brought both her feet against his shaft, milking him from either side, making him drool pre-cum into his belly button.

“Do you love my body?”

“I love every inch of your body, so soft and so strong at the same time.”

And those feet proved that strength again, making him gasp, making him bite his lips as she squeezed it between her feet, dragging them up and down, up and down, tugging him about.

“Do you love being inside of me?”

“More than anything…except your feet.”

She laughed, and so did he. But that didn’t stop her from floating him across the room and over to the bed. He landed with a small thump, and she followed over, landing on top of him with a smirk and a chuckle.

“You are mine, Chris. Never forget that.”

“And I never will. I love you too much for that.”

She pulled off her dress slowly, giving him a perfect view of her curvy, deadly body. There was never any doubt that she was powerful enough to rip him in two if she wanted to, but she never would. She loved him, and he loved her. Selena smiled at him as she cast her dress and her underwear to the side, straddling his member, grinding down on him slowly just as she had done everything else.

It was a tease, just as everything else had been. She rolled her hips back and forth, dragging her slippery folds against his member, teasing him, soaking him, riling him up to no small extent. The general pleasure that came from being pleased by her only got stronger, knowing that he couldn’t thrust up against her without her permission, knowing that he would not enter her until she was ready for him to do just that.

He moaned, his teeth clenching together as she suddenly pushed down on him, holding his cock against her with a fierce strength.

“You are mine. Say it for me, darling.”

“I’m yours, Mistress.”

“And what does that mean?”

“That I do what you ask, what you command. And I do it happily.”

“Yes…yes you do.”

She kissed him gently, stroking his cheek afterwards before leaning back again. Her body arched upwards, her hips pressed down. She slid back against him again, so wet and hot against his shaft, her blue body shining brightly in the apartment lights, a soft sheen of sweat making her look so smooth and beautiful, her body just drawing him in.

She shifted forward again, then back, then forward, then back, then forward –

“Ah!”

He gasped as she pushed back this time, feeling his shaft rubbing inside of her, slowly sliding in. She didn’t even change her expression, still smirking down at him, still making sure that he knew where he belonged, what he was under her. She kept pushing, slowly taking him deeper, and Chris moaned more and more.

He didn’t know if she was using biotics inside of her, or if she was just that good at controlling her muscles, but she always felt so tight, tight enough to hurt his cock if he wasn’t so slippery by the time that he slid inside. She pressed down on his chest, holding him down as she worked herself down his shaft, working him into her depths. Every inch felt like he was pressing against a vise, being squeezed and milked for every inch of his shaft.

And yet…he loved it.

He loved being used, being held, being pinned like this. He loved feeling her take her satisfaction, knowing that it was entirely down to her to pick the pace for what they did. It was…perfect.

He moaned, arching his back, failing to move much but just telling her how much he loved feeling her around him. She smiled down at him, nodding approvingly, but didn’t speed up. If anything, she pulled up a little bit, chuckling.

“You want me?”

“Oh god, yes. I need you.”

“Then beg for me, my dear. Beg for your mistress.”

“Please, please, Mistress, I need to be inside you. I need…I need to embrace eternity again. I need to feel you around me. I can’t help it. I need you. I need you!”

He moaned, feeling her shifting position, her legs pressing against his, holding him tighter, her toes digging into his legs as she ran her feet under his thighs. They curled, rubbing against him, reminding him of how much she was enjoying the fun she was having, reminding him of how much he was doing to her.

He was making it better, but it could be more so.

“Please, please, let me have you. Please, let me be inside you all the way!”

“Very well, Chris. Very well.”

She lifted herself up to the very edge of his shaft, his tip about to fall out of her from how far up she’d gone. He panted, his eyes rolling back, his need pushing him right to the edge and holding him there…

And then she fell down on him again.

The suddenness of filling her like that, the sudden clench and the violent squeezing of her inner walls, pushed him right over the edge. He felt like his mind was exploding outwards, and as Selena grabbed his hands, holding him tight, he felt her mind reach for his.

It was an explosion of pleasure, understanding, awareness, and wonder as they floated together through each other’s minds and bodies. He felt her pleasure, her orgasm bursting from her, rushing through him, and he could feel her feeling his pleasure, feeling the sensations of his body running through her.

Male.

Female.

It was hard to tell what was what in that moment of merging, in that moment of melding that could only be done with an Asari. He moaned, gasping, panting, screaming? He didn’t know. The pleasure kept rising, and the bouncing, reflecting stimulations from each other only made reality that much harder to discern. He was on the edge, he was over the edge, he was back behind it again.

Was he still squirting? Was he still filling her? It almost felt like he was, but he couldn’t be sure. He didn’t know what time had passed, or if time was going in reverse, or leaping forward, or something else entirely. All he knew was that it all felt good, and that he needed more. He wanted more. Craved more.

He pushed up, trying to take a bit of control out of instinct, but she pushed him down. Or did he push her down? Or was he pushing himself down? Hard to tell. Couldn’t think. Could only feel.

He was inside her, or she was inside him. They were in each other’s heads, their minds swirling, their pleasure rebounding. Orgasm, climax, wonder, bliss. It was all there, all stronger than it had ever been before. He moaned, she moaned, he screamed, she screamed.

They fell against each other, the world suddenly collapsing in around them, their bodies separate once more. He was inside his own skull, and she was inside hers, and they were each other once more. He could hardly breathe, his body shaking so much that he felt like he might fall out of bed from it, but he was able to reach out and embrace her.

She pulled him tight against her body, and the warmth that they shared helped them come back to the world of the normal. He panted and smiled, though, leaning in to kiss her.

She let him.

“Mmm…”

“Yes?” she asked.

“That was amazing.”

“It always is.”

“But you make it more amazing every time.”

“No, no, Chris.”

She patted his cheek, chuckling indulgently, but with genuine affection.

“That is down to you.”

“I doubt that.”

“You doubt most things. But trust me. This was you.”

Stroking his cheek, she suddenly clenched down on his cock. The tight squeeze left him gasping, and the Asari chuckled.

“But never forget, this is mine.”

“Mmmph…”

“Say it for me, dear.”

“Yours. My cock is yours.”

“Mine. All mine.”

She kissed him on the cheek, then gently pushed him back down on the bed. She didn’t bother sliding him free of her sex. Instead, she just closed her eyes, and soon, he could hear her snoring against him, asleep and out like a light in less than a minute.

He smiled. He wasn’t so tired as she was, though he was shaking quite a bit more as he came down from the merging. The mental clash at the end of their fun was always so intense, so amazing, but it was hard to deal with, and harder still to actually come through without feeling a bit ragged afterwards.

[i]Wouldn’t trade it for the world, though.[/i]

After a few minutes, when he was sure that Selena was completely out, he gently slid out from under her. The Asari was light, easy to move, and he knew that she would need a better position than that. He laid her on her side, smiling to himself at the sheer level of comfort she obviously felt. It was rather beautiful to him to see her so relaxed, so very, very happy. Knowing that he could do that...well, it made him feel good about himself.

Chris moved to the bottom of the bed, looking down at her soles. They were such beautiful things, such beautiful feet. It was a shame that footwear was even needed; maybe there would be a time when she could only use biotics to keep them covered, allowing him a chance to see them more often.

He shrugged. It was a thought for another time.

Instead, he leaned down and kissed her feet, kissing from heels to toes and back again, and then along each of the toes to give them their proper due. Wouldn’t do to have a digit jealous of the others, after all.

He smiled, shaking his head as he got back in bed with her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close to him. In her sleep, she did the same, kissing him sleepily before nuzzling into his neck.

[i]You are beautiful,[/i] he thought. [i]Head to gorgeous toes, you are amazing.[/i]

Chris knew that they were going to have a long life together. He might not live long enough to see the end of her life – after all, she was only in her 300s, and he was well into his twenties, almost into his thirties. He wouldn’t outlive her unless she died on the battlefield or something.

Which was possible. She was hyper-protective of him, and there were still places, even here, where danger could be found. And with his luck…

Shaking his head, he put the worry out of his mind. He wasn’t going to die anytime soon, and she wasn’t going to go rushing towards the grave for him, either. Despite how protective she was.

[i]We’re going to be happy. Happy.[/i]

That was what he kept telling himself, and that was what he genuinely believed. Shaking his head, he cuddled up to her, wrapping his arms around her all the tighter, and closed his eyes to slip off to dreamland.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]