Nexus Effect

Ch.149

“What is this?” Aria asked while looking at a report of at least two planets going dark. Not unusual with Hell on the move, but Hell at least sent out hellish transmissions. These worlds were just dark.

“Only thing I know, my queen, is that these worlds reported black ships falling from the sky before going dark. Should we send Talons?” Bray informed her. “Or do you want Omega Fangs?”

“Neither. Send probe droids like smart people. The Empire provided us tools, use them. No point in risking more valuable resources such as people.” Aria ordered and Bray nodded as he relayed the orders while Aria took a sip of her drink, which was of course triple-checked for poison as always. The official ruler of the OSA still did most of her business from Afterlife. It served her well before, it served her well now. Anyone who had business with her had to contend with both security and the mosh pit of club goers if they wanted to bother her.

Then there was all the other salacious benefits of being an ally and potential future member of the Empire. Aria eyed one particularly buxom asari on a pole with a lecherous glint to her eyes and smirked around her drink at seeing how the woman danced with those delicious huge breasts squishing lewdly around the pole with nothing but pasties over her areola and nipples.

“Aria?” Nyreen sternly said and the asari warlord quickly averted her gaze back to her turian girlfriend, who was pouting at her with those cute facial fringes flared. “Do I seriously need to consider becoming a slime so I can have huge boobs to keep your eyes from wandering too much?”

“No babe, don’t do that. I love your lithe and steel-hard body.” Aria insisted, lamenting her biological preference for a matronly form when she truly cared for Nyreen and wanted nothing more than to have her daughters. At least once she could be sure she wasn’t going to be assassinated at any moment. That would be when she finally tied the knot and Melded with Nyreen for more than stimulation.

“Then maybe I should get dragon splicing done. They have mammary glands despite being reptiles.” Nyreen considered aloud and Aria leered at her girlfriend, having realized she was teasing her for her wandering eyes rather than upset. “There’s that annoyed leer I love.”

“Fuck you too.” Aria rolled her eyes and looked around at the clean and well-maintained interior of Afterlife. Before it was grungy and messy. Now it looked like a proper high-profile nightclub. Her eyes unwillingly found that busty Maiden again and she groaned, grabbing Nyreen’s hand and dragging her to her feet. “C’mon then. I need to work out my frustration and remind myself why I love your body as much as I love you.”

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Collateral was a wolf/celestial/cybertronian of action. He understood that actions spoke louder than words, but this guy…. “Show me your liver!” His words were just as loud. “Give it to me! I need it to kill more of you!” Carnage roared as he ripped the ‘liver’ out of a Cyber Mancubus and then after ‘priming’ the cybernetic bile organ, he tossed it at several other demons. They were promptly coated in corrosive bile and shrieked in agony before Carnage brought his Super Shotgun that he affectionately called Barenjena, which was literally Spanish for Eggplant.

“How the Hell does Bryan stand you and your constant screaming?” Collateral questioned in disbelief.

“Less words! More demons!” Carnage demanded as he grabbed a rocket launcher from a nearby Gunner and promptly began bombarding the approaching line of varied demons. One shot of which spared one of the Crusaders from the charge of a Baron. Said Crusader then channeled her bloodlust and roared as she drove her hands through the demon’s sternum, turned them around and then ripped his chest open before headbutting his exposed heart so hard it exploded and rained even more blood over her. “Good work!”

“Stop fucking around and keep killing!” She demanded of the man who’d been doing the most slaughter and in her blood rage she charged the nearest demon with nothing besides her hands and feet, using an incredibly powerful jump to do a ‘super stomp’ on an Imp, grabbed its arm, ripped it off at the shoulder, then began beating a Hell Knight with it. Collateral gawked and tried to remember that one. What was her name?

“No! More like this!” Carnage shouted as he joined her, displaying the motion of how to rip said Hell Knight’s spine out with the head still attached and then using it as a flail on a Husk Soldier.

“That’s pussy shit! Hold on!” She grabbed a Husk Soldier’s shield, ripped it off, arm included and used the edges of the shield as a blade before tweaking it, turning the front into a razor-covered surface and then jumped on it after leaping high, splattering a Cacodemon because she'd jumped so high and hit it so hard before the shield failed. “Beat that!”

From there, it devolved into an almost childish game of one-upping the other in brutality, efficiency and badassery. Thankfully, in that time, one of the accompanying Ghosts, who had started spreading around popcorn and sanitary wipes since those two had the combat in hand here on this random planet in Hell’s dimension, provided her the Crusader’s profile.

Daisy, a bunny distantly descended from Vinnie, whose bunny genes bred true in her descendents even more strongly than her wolf genes despite her mostly being lupine. Either way, she was seriously kicking ass on a level nearly comparable to him and his siblings.

“Hold!” Yelled someone over the comms before a sniper round ripped a Tyrant's head in two. “We have Tyrants showing up, meaning a True Cyberdemon is nearby.”

Collateral looked back to see Mordecai, who was a long-range specialist that could hold up in hand-to-hand with him or any of his siblings, stood up before moving on to a new vantage point, his trained tank-bred battle bird following him. Good to know one of Hunter’s best Ghosts was with them, he really should-.

“You are a good demon slayer!” Carnage proclaimed cheerfully as he slapped the similarly towering and strong woman on her armored back. “Who are you?” He’s bothering to ask a name? Is Hell about to freeze over?

“The name’s Daisy, big guy!” Daisy answered cheerfully as she backed away from the forming forward line, having to take off her helmet and reveal her dark complexion and contrasting white head of hair and dark ears in order to clean the viscera off. Ah, she took more strongly after Vinnier’s human side back when they had human forms they cared about, but the dark complexion must’ve come in somewhere down the line.

“They call me Carnage here. My old name doesn’t matter even if I did remember it. Protip: put hydrophobic coating on your armor to make liquids slide off. It makes it harder for demon entrails to blind your visor too.” Carnage advised and Daisy’s ears twitched along with her manic grin.

“Wow! I never would’ve thought of that! Thanks dude! We should hang out after this, trade notes.” Daisy wiped her visor down and the two rushed back into the fray, this time with Carnage wielding his chainsaw since he refused to upgrade because it was fueled by the flesh of demons or something and Daisy sparking the shock studs on her gauntlets and boots.

It was only now that Collateral realized what Murphy or whoever just did and he groaned as he wordlessly listed Daisy as a VIP to keep alive. They may not survive if Hell puts her head on a pike or at least Carnage would become completely uncontrollable.

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“About time.” Wrex growled in approval at the news that the last of the dissenters, including Clan Gragard and all of their supporters, were finally culled and his people truly united after years of effort. The nail in the coffin of the infancy of the Krogan Protectorate with the Ex-Dalatrass and her goons annihilated on Zanethu once Shepard discovered they were cavorting with demons was also the best thing he’d heard in a long time. “You all know what time it is!”

“Party~!” All the males in his official throne/courtroom roared cheerfully and Wrex laughed as he gestured for them to get on with it while he turned towards his wife and Bakara rolled her eyes at the ever-exuberant nature of males.

“I swear, Wrex. You keep promoting your males to celebrate so often, our descendents a few thousand years from now will remember you as a fool more than a hero.” Bakara jokingly chided and Wrex snorted as he patted and gripped her bicep in affection. “Careful. You might give me the wrong ideas.”

“What if I want you to have the right ideas?” Wrex growled hungrily and his mate smirked with a knowing gleam in her eye, but then his comm pedestal lit up, so he answered it.

“Make it quick. Today is a good day and bad news better not ruin it.” Wrex snarled at the whelp on the other end of the line, hoping for both their sakes it wasn’t too bad, because that’s what this had to be. Bad news always has to ruin a good thing, it’s a law of the universe.

“It’s not good, but it’s certainly not bad. Bishop Wrekrov reports that holy visions and portents of Urta are no longer singular or even mentioning her wife. Instead, they now mention her twin sister in the same breath as Urta.” The deliverer of the news said and Wrex blinked, before bursting out in explosive peals of laughter that drew everyone’s attention.

“Hah! Ah~! Oh by Urta! Shepard is our diety’s sister! Drinks! Drinks for everyone! My friend is a goddess now!” Wrex declared as he grabbed his stone stein of ale and hoisted it high, his court doing the same with the drinks that had just finished being distributed. “To the Goddess Penny!”

“Goddess Penny!”

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“For the Empress!” Shouted a legion of Troopers as they battled the forces of Hell down on the surface while Luna sat in a secure room of her personal super-dreadnought flagship, the Serene Selenite. One of only 10 Executor-Class Star Destroyers in active service. It had enough square footage to be a small island nation in it’s own right and enough firepower to put all but Onager-Class ships to shame with it’s Turbo Laser batteries along with its several railguns

“Firing railguns four, six and eight. Confirmed.” Calmly reported the ship’s VI, since the on-board AI was often besieged by too many other things to worry about when the weapons had to be manned anyway and a combat VI was more than adequate in that department while the AI cared for the logistics keeping the giant blade-shaped ship running.

“Section three’s sub blocks 3-34 have been overrun!” A Trooper snarled at Luna in concern, but she sat in her command throne as serene as one of her many moons across the galaxy.

“Calm yourself. Even if they should come to this place, they shall not succeed. Even if the Serene Selenite falls here due to boarding parties of all things, they will fail.” Luna said as she directed the orders of battle on the ground with her omni-tool. “Even if I perish, all is not lost. I am but a single piece of our grand scheme. A single person a nation does not make.”

“Be that as it may, we should still evacuate you.” The trooper insisted and she rolled her eyes before reaching into her cleavage and producing a sinister red coin.

“Please. Should it become so dire, I will use the boon of my husbands and wife to escape. Simply focus on what you can achieve here.” Luna demanded imperiously.

“Your Highness, should we test the new droid models?” The onboard AI asked. “Their storage is near sub block 34.”

“Do it.” Empress Luna ordered while rubbing the coin with her thumb. Pillar was the only one of her husbands not away or otherwise preoccupied since there are no defensive campaigns at the moment besides the one that had sprung up on Mustafar below, which was why mere troopers were having to face the wrath of Hell instead of the Doom Marines.

“Empress, not to be disrespectful, but why not call your husbands? This is exactly what they specialize in.” The trooper asked her as he continued to watch the demons rampage through the ship on the feeds, fear and concern filling him both for his own life and the Empress.

“They are spread across two galaxies and two universes at the moment. To pull any of them away from their duties could mean somewhere else falls rather than here. However, your concern seems to be warranted.” Luna sighed out her nose at the sight of the new droids being corrupted by Hell before they could finish deploying from their storage, so she flicked the coin into the air with her thumb and a portal appeared from it once it landed, allowing her hulking husband Pillar to rush through with his hammer at the ready, his new white wings spread threateningly.

“Lulu, what’s going on?” Pillar demanded and the trooper used his omni-tool to transfer the sit-rep to his own omni, which he read at a blistering pace. “Damn it! Lulu, get out of here, evacuate as many of your people as possible. Mustafar may be as good as lost along with the Selenite. I’ll personally purge the demons from the ship, but there’s no guarantee until the whole ship is sanctified by priests or priestesses.”

“I had feared as much. I shall give the order to sabotage the ship’s propulsion once she is put into stable orbit, then order them all to trigger their Fallback Lockets. Good hunting, Love.” Luna said with the lament that she couldn’t do more than look at those beautiful wings at the moment. Her husbands and wife had become even more deliciously irresistible since Heaven altered them.

“Attention all units. Ship is already in stable orbit, please activate your fallback lockets.” The AI announced and her soldiers obeyed, reaching into their armor to trigger their combination dog tags and evac talismans while Pillar ran out of the bridge and Luna sighed once she was left alone on the bridge. “Why have you not left, Empress?”

“Because this is my ship. It is bad enough we experienced an unexpected counter-strike, but we’ve already lost Mustafar, which has one of the highest densities of Eezo in Andromeda from our updated scanning protocols thus far. To lose my flagship is a disgrace.” Luna summoned her armor as she stood, her body covered in the most advanced armor possible due to the efforts of RIT and their ‘Iron Maiden’ armor project.

Even if she didn’t have wings, this suit of body-conforming modular plate armor granted her flight, even in vacuum. The sleek silver and navy blue armor coated her like a thick second skin, even accentuating her bust and booty. Though that wasn’t the point of the armor; it was superior mobility combined with protective value and built-in weaponry. Luna just hoped it would soften the blistering tongue-lashing she was to receive from her husbands and wives later.

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“So, what are we doing?” Phobos, the Chaotic Spirit of Fear asked his brother Minos, the Chaotic Spirit of Milk. They couldn’t all be big concepts, but how did he get a sibling that rules over cows? Including the ones that produce Argent.

“We’re both horny, so why not just jump someone? We’re chaos after all.” Mino purred to his brother as they walked the streets of Noctis, the capital city of the Empire in the Milky Way, in nothing but tight shirts and jeans. They were looking for some fun or at least he was. “Oh, how about her?”

“Nah, still too xenophobic. If we’re looking for someone for fun, why are we here? It may be the capital for us in this galaxy, but the majority of the population are still struggling to get out of the oppressive fears instilled in them by their previous rulers.” Phobos huffed in annoyance. If they’d gone strutting about in almost any city or town in Andromeda, they’d be neck-deep in pussy by now. Often literally with how they tend to play.

“Because it’s the Milky Way.” Minos chuckled before pointing at an Asari. “I think it falls under my jurisdiction! Why not her? 500-ish years of age, we could really mess with her worldview by making her have chaos babies.”

“No, she’s married and afraid of being considered unfaithful due to the temptations of us sexy beasts. Dude, c’mon. Let’s just-.” Phobos’ protests ceased when green hands grabbed their shoulders and a heaving green scaly rack was pressed between their arms from behind.

“Hey boys.” They both turned to see the hungry Drell woman who was clearly modded with her hyper voluptuous figure stretching a tight red halter top and blue jeans, along with the fact she was on such a humid planet like the tropical Khar’shan without breathing problems. “You two are strutting about like peacocks, you mind giving me some fun?”

“Yeah!” Minos cheered before he vanished and the woman yelped as a bulge formed in her belly, but then she cooed and giggled as she looked expectantly at Phobos, who gulped nervously.

“Aw, don’t be shy. I knew what I’d be getting into when I propositioned you two.” The Drell purred as she rounded him, pressed her breasts to his chest while his brother wriggled in her womb and she kissed him in public before pulling him into a nearby alleyway. “I don’t bite. Much.”

“Hm!” Phobos groaned into her lips as he lost control on hiding the cock he got from his mother Dongoruas. The beast of his pants burst free and the throbbing tumescence thickened between her thighs as his balls spilled out of his pants to plop loudly on the alley floor with a churning slosh. She gasped and wiggled atop his twitching 18-foot long hyper dick that was thankfully aimed towards the closed end of the alley.

She ground her jean-clad groin against him as she continued to kiss him, her absolute lack of fear surprising him to the point of not being sure how to respond. Especially when she pulled closer to him and hooked her legs around his yoga-ball sized nuts to grind her whole groin and ass on his base.

“You’re a big one. I heard you chaos chimeras were unique, but this is so much dick that nobody could possibly handle it without your magic. Why don’t you take us somewhere I can properly give it attention or shrink it down so you’re not left wanting?” The lustful and fearless woman purred and she even backed away down his length enough to lay atop him and grope the tops of his semen spheres while wrapping her legs around him and rubbing her b-ball boobs into his mast. “C’mon~. I don’t want to have to do all the work~.”

“O-okay.” He blushed as he teleported them to his Mother’s pleasure world: Paradise. They found his mom and dad on a date there. “S-sorry mom! I’ll-.”

“Sweetie, this place is meant for these things. You have fun.” Dongoruas, a towering she-hulk of various bears said before leading her changeling husband down the beach in the other direction while his playmate began stripping naked, revealing more of her sleek green scales and rubbing her pregnant-looking belly as his brother had fun inside of her.

“Mm~ your friend is making me so hot. I’m going to give you all the pleasure I can.” The hourglass-shaped green alien trailed down his penis to his glans and began making out with his cumslit, causing him to moan and pant as the sensation, amplified by the sheer number of nerves in his penis. She quickly spurred him on and he grunted as gouts of cum surged forth, causing her to laugh and eat as much of his thick baby batter as she could. “Mm~! You taste like my favorite fruit! Give me more, big boy!”

“Y-yes ma’am!” Phobos never imagined meeting someone so fearless in his short life...