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The Trophy Husband (Mass Effect)
🕑 Added 2022-01-22 15:55:19 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Loving Sex, Fucked Silly, Anal Sex
Summary: The term 'Trophy Husband' might have seemed like an insult meant to demean someone, especially when that someone was a veteran of the Reaper War. But when you were the trophy husband to an incredibly wealthy, incredibly gorgeous Asari Matriarch who you personally saved during said war, well that wasn't a half-bad gig.
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They called him a Trophy Husband. His friends to his face, strangers behind his back. For his friends, the term was meant teasingly, and with perhaps a hint of envy to it. For strangers, it was meant as an insult, and always came packed with jealousy and usually the sense that he didn’t deserve what he had.
Frankly, Adam couldn’t disagree with any of them, really. It was still all somewhat surreal. He was a Veteran of the Reaper War, but then… the entire galaxy could lay claim to such a thing. The Reaper War wasn’t like any other war that had ever happened in their lifetimes. It was a war for the survival of all organic, intelligent life in the galaxy and its scars would likely remain for a long time to come.
Everyone who had made it through the other side was a veteran as far as Adam was concerned. But admittedly, not all of them had fought on the frontlines. And not all of them had been in the right place at the right time to save an Asari Matriarch’s life.
Her name was Enizlea T’eris, and she was Adam’s wife. Or maybe it really was more accurate to say that he was her husband and leave it at that. After the end of the Reaper War, Adam had taken the honorable discharge that the Systems Alliance gave him… but his pension, while fairly nice and very generous, was insubstantial compared to the income and vast wealth of his new wife.
Asari lived for a thousand years on average, and Enizlea was over seven centuries old. The Asari Matriarch had seen quite a lot, and like most of her kind who made it to the Matriarch Stage, she’d carved a place in the galaxy for herself. After the Reaper War, with so many dead in the Battle of Thessia, there was a lot more for someone of her age and intelligence to do.
Aside from their Citadel Council Representative, the Asari had no politicians or elections, but rather, an all-inclusive legislature that they participated in at will. Policy debates took place at all hours of the day. Of course, when it came down to it, while all Asari might be created equal, they did not stay equal. Asari who had advanced to the life stage of Matriarch found their words undeniably given more weight than that of Maidens and Matrons.
It was the way of things for the Asari, and even the scouring of Thessia wouldn’t keep them from continuing on as they had been. The Asari Republics had survived… and had turned to its Matriarchs to lean on them for support more heavily than ever before.
As such, Enizlea spent most of her time online, exchanging ideas and debating policy with her fellow Asari in official chat rooms and forums moderated by VI. She was quite passionate, even after living for over seven hundred years… or perhaps BECAUSE she’d lived for seven hundred years. Adam had to admit, it was what he loved most about her. Her passion. Her drive. Her determination, even in the face of adversity.
… Of course, her gorgeous Matriarch body certainly helped as well. She, like much of her race, was absolutely beautiful. And she, like much of her fellow Matriarchs, was particularly developed, biologically. Her breasts had held up beautifully over the years, even as they grew large like most Matriarchs’ chests did. Her body, from her hips to her ass, to even her gorgeous dark blue skin color, was absolutely perfect.
Adam had heard some rumors about Asari and humans being closer related then any other species in the galaxy or something, but he really hadn’t looked into it. All he knew was that Enizlea was absolutely beautiful, both inside and out, and she deserved all the love and affection he could pile on her. He also knew that she worked too damn much.
Entering his wife’s study, Adam isn’t surprised to find her at her desk, talking with someone on a screen. When she notices his approach, she blinks and then graces him with a tender smile.
“Give me one more minute, Adam. I’m just finishing up here.”
Adam raises an eyebrow but smiles right back and nods. He doesn’t stop moving though, coming around the desk and standing to the side and slightly behind his wife. This puts him in full view of the Asari she’s talking to, a collection of Matrons and one or two other Matriarchs. Several of them stiffen when they see him, even as Adam just smiles benignly.
He’s just making his presence known… and sure enough, it’s not Enizlea who finally ends things, but the other Asari holding her up, who one by one find excuses for bringing the call to a close, discomfited by his presence. Adam isn’t surprised by this. Asari might be a very politically adept people, and very eager to… get in contact with other species, but at the same time, they could be somewhat contradictory, when it came to their public-yet-private policy debates.
No non-Asari would ever be invited to speak in one of these forums on their own, but at the same time, none would dare gainsay Enizlea by telling her to send ‘her human’ away. By not commenting on his choice to place himself beside her, the Asari Matriarch he’s married gave him permission to stay… and indeed, when the call is finally finished and she turns to look up at him, Enizlea’s eyes are filled with amusement.
“You’re incorrigible, Adam.”
“And you, sweetheart, are an hour late to dinner.”
Enizlea’s eyes widen at that, and she whips her head around to look at the time… only to find he’s pulled a bit of a prank on her.
“Adam… dinner isn’t for another hour!”
He chuckles at his beloved’s protest and reaches out to run a hand along the nape of her neck.
“Hm, I must have gotten confused. Whoops. Well, I suppose we have time to spare now, don’t we?”
Enizlea flushes… but soon has a wicked smile spreading across her face. She is no Maiden, to misunderstand the tone of his voice. She’s a Matriarch, one who had experienced all the galaxy has to offer for over seven hundred years. Adam can only grunt, as she reaches out and hooks her fingers in his belt, dragging him over to her.
With deft movements, she’s able to extract his already half-hard cock from its confines within moments, cooing over it as she strokes it with her hands for a moment before laying it out atop her busty chest.
“My oh my. My darling husband, ever insatiable. So very… needy~”
Adam doesn’t deny it. He just watches through lidded eyes as she lets his cock push downwards into her cleavage, moaning as his member ends up angled into the space between her breasts, her form-fitting dress making the tunnel of her titflesh quite the tight, pleasurable experience indeed. After a beat of this, in which he grows ever harder, Enizlea pulls back, letting him pop back out and very nearly smack her in the chin.
The Asari Matriarch’s mouth opens wide, her tongue lolling out as her dark blue flesh flushes purple. She moans as she begins to swirl her tongue around his cock, before taking him into her mouth properly. Still sat on the edge of her chair, with her hands once more in her lap as she had been while she was debating with her fellow Asari, Enizlea now turns that tongue and mouth of hers, filled with intelligent words a moment ago, to sucking him off, as her maw is now filled with his meaty, human cock.
Adam groans, his hand going up to the top of Enizlea’s head for a moment, running along the tendrils she had in place of human hair. From the way she quivers and moans around his cock, she very much enjoys his touch, but then Adam already knew to expect that.
It’s not long before she pulls away from his member, letting it leave her plush pillowy lips with a plop and abruptly standing up. Adam grins as she swipes away all the screens spread out across her desk, closing down the holographic displays as quickly as she can to get them out of the way. As she does so, he moves into position behind her, grabbing her by her shapely hips.
As soon as he decides there’s enough room, he pushes his gorgeous wife forward, bending her over her desk. She gasps, her hands sliding along the surface, but doesn’t do anything to stop him. It’s quite the opposite in fact. She pushes her ass back into his cock, his member hot-dogging her big fat Matriarch bubble butt through her dress, which is beginning to ride up her butt crack.
Reaching down, he begins hiking up her dress, something Enizlea is already helping him with. As soon as her dress is bunched around her waist, her fingers are working away at her slit. She’s not wearing anything under the dress, its just her gorgeous, voluptuous body, all his for the taking. Except, she’s already pistoning two fingers in and out of her cunt. With it occupied by her digits, what’s a man supposed to do?
Heh, he wondered how all of the Asari who idolized her and looked down on him for taking her off the market would react if they knew how their precious Matriarch REALLY was behind closed doors. Spreading Enizlea’s ass cheeks wide, he’s not surprised at all to find the butt plug buried in her beautiful behind. His wife, for all her years, all her experience, and all her wisdom… was a kinky minx who loved toys and LOVED him sticking his big fat cock where it wasn’t meant to be.
Reaching down, Adam grabs the butt plug by its base and begins slowly working it out of her ass. From Enizlea’s wanton moans and the way her fingers work even faster at her cunt, she’s all too eager for what’s to come. And so, he places the lubricated butt plug on her desk next to her, and grabs her by her cheeks, giving her dark blue bubble butt a good, hard squeeze… before lining up his cock with her asshole and thrusting in.
“OH, HEAVENS YES!”
Adam just snickers as Enizlea’s sharp cry of lewd ecstasy fills the air. His beloved Asari Matriarch wife had no business being this lewd… but Adam definitely wasn’t complaining. Her ass was slick from the butt plug, but also insanely tight, and as he drives his saliva-coated cock into her bowels, Enizlea squeals like a stuck pig, picking up the pace of her fingering AGAIN.
Not to be outdone, the former N7 Marine starts to pick up the pace. Enizlea, of course, eagerly matches him. Even as he fucks her ass harder and harder, the naughty, needy, kinky Asari Matriarch does the same to her own quim. What started as two of her fingers becomes three, and then four… and then the whole hand.
Adam groans, able to feel it as she fists herself while he pounds her ass. Fuck, she’s so fucking sexy… and he’s so fucking turned on right now, it’s not even funny. As Enizlea bounces on his cock, her ass jiggling and her tits smooshed against the surface of her desk, Adam feels his balls churning and knowing he’s getting closer and closer.
“F-Fuck Enizlea… you’re just too fucking good.”
“G-Give it to me, Adam! GIVE IT TO ME!”
And so, he gives it to her. Pumping a nice, hot, thick load of cum right into her bowels. He pumps and pumps, and Enizlea squeals as she creams herself, squirting all over the floor between her spready legs. The Asari Matriarch’s entire body shakes and spasms, her hips bucking and her head tossing back in abject ecstasy.
Of course, they’re far from done. This, all of this… was just foreplay. Adam pulls out of Enizlea’s ass and sticks the butt plug back in, making sure that not a single drop of his seed gets to leave her bowels. He knows his beloved wife enjoys having her back door STUFFED with his essence.
Once that’s done, he yanks Enizlea around, spinning her to face him, and kisses her full on the lips. She moans and kisses him back, her arms wrapping around his neck as she leaps up into his grip, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Adam ends up dropping back into her chair after a moment, with Enizlea in his lap. The chair is made well though, it can take it. They’ve done this often enough before to be sure of that. As he drops, Enizlea lines herself up perfectly and is finally impaled upon his cock in the ‘right’ hole. As she moans into his mouth from the stuffing of her cunt, Adam groans right back, his hands coming up under her dress, reaching for her hefty, massive tits.
In the end, he pushes for her to take the dress off altogether, and Enizlea does, his beautiful Asari Matriarch wife entirely naked before him as she tosses the dress aside and begins bouncing up and down on his cock. Moving his mouth down to her tits as she moans and mewls, Adam latches onto one nipple and then the other, alternating between the two, slurping away like no one’s business.
His wife loves it, of course. She loves every bit of it, and so does he. But more than anything, this really is all building up to the real deal. Because the real deal for Asari and their lovers isn’t just physical sex… its more than that.
Finally pulling away from her nipple, Adam looks into Enizlea’s eyes as they go pitch black. He smiles at her, and she miles at him as they press their foreheads together.
“Embrace Eternity~”
As they meld with one another, as their intimacy goes beyond just their physical parts being joined together and becomes their minds joined together as well, everything else falls away. There is nothing better than this, in Adam’s humble opinion. Nothing better than being able to directly connect to your loved one.
Maybe not everyone would agree, certainly not those with secrets, but Adam has nothing to hide from Enizlea, and she has nothing to hide from him. In that moment they see each other. She sees him, and his thoughts about being her Trophy Husband. He sees her, and her desire to help repair the galaxy. They see each other and not only do they accept one another with all they have, not only do they love one another with all their hearts… but they understand each other on a level no one could, without the meld.
Adam fills Enizlea with his seed a second time at some point during all of this, the two of them basking in the pleasure, exulting in the shared ecstasy. They end up a little late to dinner anyways, despite him drawing her out of her debating an hour early. But in the end… neither of them can really bring themselves to mind.
Comments
Peter T
That was pretty good,i sure do hope you follow up on this sometime.
