Nexus Effect

Ch.28

[Year 2162]

“Empress Urta, news from the front.” Urta opened her eyes and glared at the unfortunate secretary sent in to weather her imperious gaze as she pet her wife’s head while she sucked her cock under the desk. That said, the handsome unicorn didn’t flinch and merely left the documents on her mahogany desk made from the trees of Melkior VII and politely left.

“Mm~?” Urta’s wife moaned around her massive penis as the hermaphrodite Argent Slime vixen picked up the report and skimmed it over. “Does Cocoa need to leave?” Asked Cocoa, Urta’s chocolate lab diamond dog cerberus slime wife from her left head while her center head was deepthroating the woman’s 20-inch long horsecock and the right head continued to worship the goddess’s basketball-sized nuts with her hands and mouth.

“No need to interrupt your fun Cocoa, it’s just another update on Hyperspace lane mapping, enemy patrols destroyed and captured, casualty statistics, the usual.” Urta casually said with an ache in her heart. As Goddess of Fertility, War and Power, she loves life, yet understands that violence is part of it in some unavoidable ways. This current war is just another in a long string of the cycle of violence that doesn’t seem to have an end.

“Cocoa cannot have fun when wife is unhappy.” Cocoa sternly declared before she crawled up from under the desk, her slime body simply morphing around Urta’s phallus until she was literally saddled on that bulgy beast that firmly held her up with the end of it pressing against the dark wooden desk and she was kissing the goddess tenderly with their matching-sized basketball breasts squishing together. “This war no fun for wife. Past wars have passion, this war does not.”

“It’s not a War of Justice by this point. We’ve already drawn enough blood. Now it’s about conquest and subjugation, even if the people we’re warring with are dumbfucks who deserve it. Even though they’re literally Space Nazis, I just can’t get a rage-boner going.” Urta mewled as she groped Cocoa’s butt. This sort of War would be in their other husbands/wives wheelhouse, but they were busy fighting Hell, who sprung up again recently according to ONI.

“Cocoa not sure, wife Urta’s pole is firm enough to support her.” Cocoa playfully teased and leaned back, literally laying against Urta’s nearly 2-foot long cock and her desk to grab a report, which caused the cerberus slime to pause. “Wife, have spooks been slacking again?”

“Um, no? They’ve been doing good work as usual. Not everyone is the Goddess of Spies and Secrets.” Urta snorted in amusement at her divine wife’s nitpicking over a mortal’s failings. Cocoa may have taken centuries to ascend to divinity, but she wore the mantle well.

“Other galactic faction cute little Marrow Willow gave data on is trying to make contact. STG agent Worlarf Vonisa captured, humanely interrogated, now being withheld for Cocoa to process. Why nobody tell Cocoa yet?” Cocoa demanded from her wife, who sheepishly grinned. “Cocoa not suck cock if not willing to bother her to do job!”

“Sorry! I just, you’re micromanaging so much, I don’t want to bother you with everything.” Urta mewled as her bootylicious and motherly wife huffed.

“Cocoa’s job is to micromanage. Apologize, kiss Cocoa’s paws.” Cocoa lifted up her left paw to Urta’s snout and wiggled her toes.

“Yes, my Goddess of deceit.” Urta purred and began licking her slime wife’s paws, enjoying how Cocoa groaned and quivered on her cock.

“Good, now suck toes.” Cocoa cooed and used one hand to push up a breast for the head on that side to self-suck her nipple while her other hand dove into her quim.

“Yes, my Goddess.” Urta panted and complied as her formerly pure diamond dog wife drove her crazy, like all of her beloveds do.

[Year 2163]

“What do you mean we lost another planet?!” The Hegemon yelled at his Generals. “We lost most of our outer colonies by now! What of the Citadel peacekeepers, where are they?!”

“They’ve been sending diplomats to the front, trying to talk to these upstarts.” An arrogant general of the Hegemony’s Grand Army explained.

“Fools! We are losing our outer mining worlds and ships, we can’t build more ships fast enough to replace them.” An Admiral snarled. “I’ve already contracted Pirate bands to take several worlds in the Skyllian Verge and to hold them for us to colonize, but that will take two years of preparation.”

“Humans are already colonizing that space, even though we have claims. Are you sure Pirates are up to the task to keep the Humans out so we can get those resources?” Another Admiral asked with a roll of his eyes. “They stonewalled the Turians.”

“That was a reactionary force. Besides, we can make the area too pirate-ridden like the Terminus and the Council will let us do what we want with it.”

“Let's hope that works.” The Hegemon sighed as he looked over the tactical map that displayed his ailing empire’s losses.

[2165]

“We finally got the humans to calm down. They've been a decent influence on the populace and so much of the ingenious tech they’ve brought with them is making an impact. They might be on a fast track to a council seat with them already getting an embassy.” Tevos commented as she looked at the report of the ceremony with satisfaction in her tone and expression. Sparatus loved seeing her so content, but he couldn’t just let her get her hopes up.

“They’re still an upstart race Tevos. They have potential, but we can’t pick favorites.” Sparatus told her cautiously before looking at Qutien’s replacement on the council. “What do you think Councilor Valern?” Bensin Valern was always intended to be Qutien’s replacement, he just got promoted a couple of years early due to Qutien resigning from all the stress dealing with the mysterious upstarts gave him.

“Yes, Humans have great potential, but they are brash and the tension with the Turians is still there.” Valern said as he used both of his Omni-tool gauntlets at the same time to go over reports and data at twice the speed old Qutien could’ve gone. “Still, although operational security is important, I must wonder why my predecessor felt it necessary to keep you two in the dark regarding these new aliens.”

“Information that we’re hoping you’ll be willing to share, considering the Spectre we sent hasn’t returned.” Tevos said on Sparatus’ behalf, which he didn’t mind. He was easily just as curious if not more so than Tevos considering the blatant military capability that these aliens ramming a dreadnought up the Hegemony’s collective asses possessed.

“Certainly. I’ve weighed the data and consider this important to be shared, yet not too sensitive if it gets out. The group is a government known as the Galactic Representative Empire. It’s a representative oligarchy with a rotating roster of leaders from the royal houses. They’ve avoided many of the issues of corruption such a system has due to the Emperor or Empress getting sick of the role and resigning for a replacement.” Valern informed his senior councilors who balked at the idea of such an outdated government managing to achieve space travel.

“That is...interesting. Is there more?” Sparatus did enjoy his history and Turians weren’t always a meritocratic hierarchy. For a long time, they were a series of massive kingdoms ruled under all-powerful kings and queens until one king toppled them all and abolished the system for what they had now.

“Yes. They were the ones who settled that colony the Hegemony decimated and now are waging a war of conquest on them. My STG agent and Spectre Jondum Bau are being held on their capital ship not as prisoners exactly, but all the same they cannot leave, only send us approved data. STG’s analysts have confirmed the audio and video they’ve sent is unaltered.” Valern then closed his eyes and took a calming breath. “It is not exactly important they be viewed, but to sum things up, the Empire, while lacking Eezo and the tech it unlocks, have gone their own way technologically. They have a variant of FTL that is much more dangerous yet less restricted.”

“Hm, so they are able to move with reasonable speed. Forward the details to our Omni-tools.” Tevos said as her hand again drifted to Sparatus’ thigh under the table.

“Please refrain from such behavior while I’m around.” Valern leered disapprovingly at his fellow councilors and both Tevos and Sparatus froze. “Qutien and his own predecessor may have been oblivious to such things, but I am not. Especially with what we’ve learned about the Empire. I’ll forward the information to you, including the...videos. I’ll leave you two be.”

“Y-you’re not going to report us?” Sparatus questioned in surprise. He always figured Tevos and he would be canned for their fraternizing when it was found out. It was just so fun to do it and not get caught that he didn’t mind the eventuality.

“You both do your duties and don’t let your relationship interfere with your decisions. I see no reason to disrupt your parity. Now then, I’m leaving. I need to see to it that STG doesn’t keep sending operatives. I don’t care how interesting the Empire is.” Valern grumbled and left the private council chamber.

“...Well then Laiel, I guess it’s time we got to the fun part of the day!” Messana Tevos declared cheerfully, clearly glad to have the Pyjak out of the bag.

“I don’t know, I’m curious about the videos that-.” Laiel Sparatus opened the file and gawked at the sight of Spectre Jondum Bau vigorously mating with an incredibly buxom reptilian alien that looked like a Krogan went through extreme gene therapy and surgery to look as similar to their pagan Goddess as possible.

“...Is he…?” Messana questioned as she gawked at the video from next to her lover.

“With that alien? I mean, it’s anatomically possible maybe, but…” Laiel never considered Batarians or Quarians all that physically attractive aside from their rears, but the way the winged woman’s massive bosom bounced with each of Bau’s rapid thrusts was hypnotizing.

“...We’re going to my quarters and watching these!” Messana Tevos declared as she hoisted her mate to his feet and they rushed to the lift to her private quarters. “Also call Flugg, I want my old Vorcha lover there.”

“But he gets too rough!”

[Year 2170]

“The Batarians sent those Pirates!” Yelled the Human Ambassador, a rather fierce pale-skinned blond woman by the name Anita Goyle as she pointed at the accused party off to her right in the High Council’s public address chamber. “We have proof! Verified by the STG even!”

“What!” Huffed the Batarian Ambassador, an oafish woman named Bazis Broc'galak that Laiel despised. “We have no association with Pirates! We’ve been colonizing those worlds on the Skyllian Verge because we are losing so much to this unknown group! We’ve been pushing Pirates out!”

“Then explain it away as the Council reviews the audio!” Anita snarled as Valern dutifully received the file, scanned it, then opened it.

“-Ensure the pirates understand that for each slave they capture, they’ll receive three times the slave’s value in credits. Four times the value if they can wipe out the local colonists after capturing a good haul.”

“That’s...that’s The Hegemon’s voice! Explain yourself!” Messara ordered the ambassador, who gaped like a fish from where she was leaning on her podium. “You’re either incompetant, ignorant or complicit! Arrest her! Arrest all Batarian officials on the Citadel!”

“Belay that! Tevos, calm yourself.” Laiel urged his lover, surprised to see his often level-headed mate fly off the handle like that. Then again, she has favored the Humans these past several years. They prove time and again to be an asset for such a newly integrated race. “Now. You have a single cycle to clear out your embassy, get on a ship and get out of our systems before we declare open war on the Hegemony for blatantly violating our treaties. Get out!”

“Councillors, I swear I had nothing to do with this! There are many Batarians who don’t follow the laws of the Hegemony, many of them being the very pirates we force to do those raids.” Bazis pleaded desperately as she clutched her podium. “I’m only doing my job the best I can for my race while the government I serve wallows in hedonistic pleasures as they always have!”

“You proclaim ignorance? If you truly feel that you are not guilty, feel free to remain and undergo an investigation. The STG will ensure if you are either innocent or a war criminal like the rest of your government.” Valern declared since he was already submitting orders to the local STG contingent that works with C-Sec behind the scenes.

“As you wish.” Bazis said bowing to the Council. “I do have a suggestion though. Many Batarians outside the Military and Government are slaves in all but name, I would feel better if they were emancipated and allowed to form their own independence from the corrupt Hegemony!”

“That is a rather bold idea, we’ll see how things play out. If you submit to our authority and follow C-Sec to a holding cell, we can move forward.” Messara stated, having calmed down from her impassioned fury. “Ambassador Goyle, please remain.”

After Bazis was escorted away and the chamber sealed with them left alone, Messara sighed while Laiel huffed. “Ambassador. Where did you get that audio file?” Valern demanded in a curious tone. “None of the STG have been able to penetrate into Hegemony territory and Humanity has not expanded far. What is your source?”

“If you’d believe it, an anonymous tip was sent via mail. Gave the time, date, location, the recorded subject. This was just after the Batarians attacked Mordor, kidnapping as many people as they could and bombing the rest.” Anita Goyle replied with a sigh of her own. “I really wish I knew more about the source, I would shake their hand.”

[Year 2173]

“Pleasure doing business.” Silio Indnus, my contact with the Shadow Broker for the past 13 years said with his usual charm and a tilt of his head. One time. You give a guy a handjob one time and he assumes you’re into him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just remember the next one is paid up front.” I huffed in annoyance. He wasn’t my type, he was just so stupidly egotistic and I only did that because I was bored and he was actually moping from getting rejected by a pretty human woman.

“I know your deal with the Broker, just keep providing such juicy info and we’ll keep doing business.” Silio said as he leaned closer to me and I leaned back. “Although, I wouldn’t mind if you took some immuno-boosters and-.”

“Just get out of here before someone bothers to wonder why such a dapper Turian is down in the Warrens.” Yola growled at the male getting into my personal space and he held up his clawed hands with a devious smirk.

“Alright already.” Silio chuckled as he walked away with a claw on his holstered weapon. The Warrens were dangerous after all and he did not fit in with the usual folks around here.

“What do you think, Yola?” I asked my sister-mate after I properly entered our home. “Haven’t we done enough? Can’t we just go home?”

“Nora, keelah. It isn’t going anywhere. Our hundreds of children aren’t going anywhere. The Geth aren’t going anywhere. It isn’t like we have a limited lifespan.” Yola told me in exasperation and I paced in our hovel in agitation.

“All attempts to peacefully contact the Migrant Fleet have been ignored despite overtures. I’m just shocked they haven’t mentioned the messages to anyone.” I growled in frustration, furious that so little has been accomplished after all these years. I’ve been slipping information to the right people at the right time to get favorable outcomes. I’ve been spying, reporting, avoiding attachments to people because I don’t know who I can trust. I’m so sick of it! I want to go home!

“I believe the Creators were likely shocked when they received transmissions claiming to be from the Geth. They must be gearing up to try and invade Rannoch or some other foolish plot that will just result in pointless death.” Yola sighed and plopped her butt onto our shared bed.

“Of course the Migrant Fleet has to be one of the most secure things in the galaxy.” I grumbled discontentedly. I’d considered trying to visit the fleet under the guise of the child of an Exile who wishes to see what home could have been like, get in touch with my roots. However, it carried too much risk of me becoming adopted, discovered, dissected.

“That’s what happens when you’re a constantly mobile military might.” Yola commented on this topic that I’d battered my face against time and time again. “Look, Nora. Please. I know it’s hard, but we have our duties here. We need to keep feeding the homeworld data and the STG keep finding the data-bugs we put on the Citadel, so we can’t just leave.”

“Okay, okay. Have you heard from the others?” I asked as I straddled her lap and cupped her breasts through the suit.

“P-Paretia is still the leader of the Talons, Krarek is still her lieutenant. Mordin sent his usual correspondence vid to keep us updated on your patents and his work-keelah Nora…” Yola panted as I pushed her onto the bed and ground my groin against her lower abdomen.

“What?” I purred as I unzipped her suit, letting her pale lavender breasts free as I worked the zipper of her dark red Enviro-Suit down to her groin, where her genital slit was already flushed and her succulent snatch was drooling against her suit.

“You know we can’t risk it…” Yola mewled as I fingered her genital slit and she gasped as her massive Quarian dong began to extend from her abdomen, the veiny thick dick just as delicious as always.

“I’m tired of being abstinent. One more trip home won’t ruin anything. One big batch of babies won’t ruin anything~.” I growled hungrily as I unzipped my own dark blue suit and began grinding my drenched cunt against her cock.

“Hm, we might lose so much data.” Yalo groaned as I leaned forward and rubbed visors with my sister-mate and pressed her glans into my hungry quim.

“Fuck the data and fuck me.” I growled and speared myself on my sister’s pulsing penis.