An Asari. John had always found them beautiful and elegant, almost like mystical creatures. But this one looked straight out of a nightmare. Her face is cute and soft, her expression has a comfortable appearance that would set John at ease, but her body is a different matter. This Asari makes the other two women he met before look like children; she stands a whopping 13 feet tall and the span of her shoulders is nine feet wide with a six foot thick abdomen. Her arms and legs are thick columns of raw concentrated muscles that look like they could rip a Reaper ship in half like a slip of paper. Protruding forward are mountains of pecs that could titty fuck a building, if it didn’t turn it to rubble first. Down below even more is bulging out from this Asari monster; her pants seem to have an anaconda trapped in them.
She looks at John curiously; he had not noticed he was pushing the elevator button repeatedly while gawking up at her. She broke the tension and introduced herself. “Greetings John Shepard, my name is Liara T'Soni, it's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”
John is surprised she speaks so softly, he would have expected her speech to consist of grunts like a caveman. “Who… who are you, how do you know me?”
Liara found his frightened voice out of place, but she supposed any male would feel a little nervous meeting a woman he doesn’t know. After all, men should be on guard around women, it’s so easy for them to be taken advantage of. “Apologies, I know your sister. I work with her on and off, and more than that we have grown a strong bound between us. She had shown me pictures of you, so I knew who to look for.”
“What do you mean knew who to look for, why were you looking for me?”
“I had only wanted to make sure you got on board safely, I didn’t want to find out that you had gotten lost and wound up in the lower docks, there are some places that just aren’t safe for men. I will be taking you under my care for the time being, until we leave on the Normandy tomorrow.” She had an “I insist” smile on her face.
The huge elevator opined, she walked forward leaving little room for John to step out of the way, he’s forced to step backward in to the elevator with this super muscular Asari blocking the exit. She stuck out her hand and pushed one of the top floor numbers then punched in a code that allowed access for the higher levels of the citadel. Even her fingers are beefy; her index finger alone is as big as his forearm.
The elevator zooms up, after a few minutes the doors open; they have arrived at a private venue, John noticed a big sign that says all male visitors must be accompanied by female staff and/or patrons.
There seemed to be a great selection of high class places to go, and with very few customers at the moment. Liara took him to…
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