Morinth liked to think she had pretty high standards most of the time. As an Ardat-Yakshi, she couldn’t simply meld with anyone like most of her race. Or rather she could, but not without far more dire consequences then simply a ‘bad experience’. Indeed, for someone like her, melding was fatal… for her partners.
 
This didn’t stop her from doing it though. Among the Asari, an Ardat-Yakshi had two choices generally. A life spent in comfortable seclusion… or death. But there was a third option, one that most wouldn’t tell you about and just as many wouldn’t choose anyways. You could run.
 
Why would most not choose that option? Simple… there was an entire order of Asari known as the Justicars who dedicated themselves to hunting down Ardat-Yakshi and killing them. It wasn’t very fair, in Morinth’s humble opinion. There were plenty of sapients in the universe. People died by the millions all across the galaxy every single day, after all. What was a handful more, here and there?
 
And as previously mentioned, Morinth wasn’t going through a new lover every single night. She, at least, had standards. She waited for the good ones to come along, the ones that truly enticed and entranced her.
 
Not that that stopped her mother from hunting her. Yes, Morinth was so very ‘lucky’ in that regard. She didn’t just have any Justicar on her tail… no, she had her own mother Samara trying to hunt her down. As thought it was Morinth’s fault for being born the way she was? Samara had had three daughters and ALL of them had turned out to be an Ardat-Yakshi. And when Morinth had decided to live her life instead of being locked away in a cage or executed? Samara had become a Justicar and spent the last four hundred years chasing her from one end of the universe to the other.
 
Her mother was disgusting. But finally, Morinth had escaped Samara’s clutches at long last. She’d made her way to Omega, leaving behind all of her old hunting grounds. There was no way for Samara to track her here, not when the worst of the worst all made Omega their home. She was finally free.
 
… Perhaps that was why, looking out at the dance floor, Morinth found herself tempted by someone she normally wouldn’t be tempted by. He’d shown up about half an hour ago and been drawn to all the moving bodies. Despite his diminutive size, his large bulbous head and bright red skin definitely made him stand out. People hadn’t been too upset when he’d muscled his way into the center of the dance floor either.
 
Instead, everyone seemed to be enjoying the energy he brought to the table. Despite being the definition of ugly and even bordering on grotesque with how that loincloth of his kept… flapping around, he was very happy and excited and nobody seemed to have the heart to kick him out.
 
Instead, they were just letting him bounce and flail around in some form of weird ‘tribal’ dancing that Morinth had to admit was growing more enticing by the moment despite its primitive nature.
 
Hm, yes. She supposed she really didn’t have to be picky about her ‘meals’ anymore now that she was so far outside of her mother’s reach. There had been another young woman who Morinth had been considering recently, a sculptor named Nef who the Ardat-Yakshi had found irresistible due to her artistic talents.
 
But Nef was a main course. This creature she saw before her… was merely an appetizer.
 
Smirking, Morinth pushes off of the wall and gracefully glides onto the dance floor. She has too much pride to match the red alien’s energy, to be fair. His long, gangly arms are flopping all over the place, as is his… dangling appendage down between his legs. But she still approaches him all the same, snatching one of his hands out of the air and then the other as she begins to dance with him, slowly shimmying her hips and twisting this way and that.
 
“Hello, little one~”
 
“Gwah?”
 
Hm, she should have expected he couldn’t speak. Wait, this wasn’t someone’s pet, was it? Morinth glances around for a moment, making sure she’s not being made a fool of. But while there are plenty of eyes on them, she actually doesn’t see any concealed amusement. Instead, she sees a lot of envy, lust, and jealousy on everyone around them.
 
Which is a little surprising, because Morinth can tell some of that jealousy is directed at her instead of her dance partner. They want to be in her place dancing with the creature instead of in his place dancing with her. Ah, but they aren’t. In the end… Morinth had been the first to act.
 
Chuckling to herself, the Ardat-Yakshi dances for a bit longer before giving her new ‘friend’ a wicked smile and slowly but surely pulling him off the dance floor. He goes with her willingly, thankfully, allowing her to lead him through the club and to the bathroom where she intends to make a snack of him.
 
Yes… he’ll be the perfect snack to tide her over until tonight, when she can finally make a meal of lovely Nef. It will be perfect. But first…
 
“Do you have a name, darling? Do you even understand me?”
 
Running her hands along his big floppy ears, Morinth chuckles even as she picks him up and sits him down on a toilet seat to bring them closer to eye level. Her wicked grin only grows, even as she tilts her head to the side, not expecting much of a response.
 
“… Boko!”
 
Oh? That sounded like it might be a name. Of course, it also might not be. Hm, well in the end, it didn’t matter either way, now did it? Chuckling perversely, Morinth reaches up, splaying her fingers across his massive red skull.
 
“Well Boko… consider this the luckiest night of your life. I’m sure a creature of your species has never, ever had this opportunity before.”
 
Leaning in close, she almost pulls back when Boko’s huge tongue lolls out. But in the end, nostrils flaring as she breathes in his scent… Morinth just titters and lets it happen. She swaps spit with the grotesque, disproportionate creature, their tongues intertwining with one another for several long moments before she finally lets her eyes go black and initiates the mind meld.
 
“Embrace Eternity~”
 
-x-X-x-
 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
 
“OH FUCK! OH BY THE GODDESS! YOUR COCK! YOUR BIG FAT COCK IS REARRANGING MY INSIDES! NNNNNGH!!!”
 
Nef who? Morinth’s eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth wildly as she shudders and climaxes her brains out over and over again while getting fucked silly bent over the toilet. She didn’t really understand what was happening, all she knew was that she was having the time of her life. Also… the meld didn’t work. For the first time in over four hundred years of preying upon others, the Ardat-Yakshi’s melding had failed her.
 
She’d tried to initiate the fatal mind meld, to connect to Boko and consume all that he was. Given how simplistic the creature’s mind seemed to be, she hadn’t been expecting any resistance. Instead, she’d run mind first into a wall that wasn’t a wall. No, rather… it was like she’d run into a giant’s leg, bouncing back and looking up to see a gorgeous titan of a woman looking down at her in contempt.
 
“YOU DARE?!”
 
From there, instead of Boko’s mind breaking… it was Morinth who had shattered. But rather than die, she’d become this base beast, barely in control of anything, guided by her own impulses. And her impulses told her that getting fucked silly by Boko was the best way to go about things.
 
She’d slid to her knees right there on the spot and mindlessly started sucking Boko’s cock. And then when he’d cum all over her face, she’d bent over the toilet and begged him to blow her back out. Which he was doing right now, very effectively.
 
“YES! HARDER!”
 
Morinth squeals her way through another explosive biological orgasm, cumming even harder on Boko’s big fat cock as his seed drips down her features and breasts, filling her nostrils with even more of her smell.
 
Asari were built for physical lovemaking, even if it wasn’t how they procreated. They were compatible with almost every species they’d run into so far in fact. They had the holes, so the males of most species could easily copulate with them if they wanted. It just wouldn’t produce offspring without the mind meld, and in Morinth’s case, she could never have offspring no matter what.
 
Needless to say, as an Ardat-Yakshi addicted to melding even if it killed everyone she ever took a liking to, Morinth had never been much of a fan of physical pleasure. She was all too happy to use seduction and her beautiful body to get what she actually wanted in the end of course, but the carnal act did nothing for her personally.
 
This was no longer the case. Boko’s massive alien cock splits her open like she imagined a Krogan’s would, if she’d ever been with one. And yet, rather than hurt or cause pain, it’s the most pleasurable experience that Morinth has ever had. There’s no melding, no joining of the minds… just full on primal, raw, physical pounding. And she loves it more than she’s loved eating the minds of every single one of her victims over the centuries.
 
Maybe it’s the goddess she’d witnessed when trying to turn Boko’s mind into soup. Maybe it’s the amazing sex she’s having right now. But in that moment while she’s getting her back blown out from getting fucked silly over the toilet in some club’s bathroom stall, Morinth comes to the realization that she’s not addicted to melding anymore. More than that… she has this strange feeling that even if she DID try to meld with someone now, it wouldn’t kill them.
 
She wasn’t an Ardat-Yakshi anymore.
 
Funnily enough, that thought passes through her mind like a ship in the night. She acknowledges it but barely cares. Instead, all of Morinth’s focus at the moment is on getting fucked silly and loving every last second of it. Boko pounds into her from behind with every last inch of his cock, his large hands reaching around to grasp hold of her tits. She loves it. She loves him. She-
 
Morinth cries out as her eyes roll back in her head yet again. This time, she fully blacks out for what feels like several seconds. Just as she’s waking back up, Boko lets out a ‘Bweh!’ sound and suddenly starts cumming inside of her, making her climax harder than she ever has before as a result.
 
He cums and cums, filling her to the brim and then some. Morinth doesn’t usually let men cum inside of her, even when she does satisfy their physical desires. Normally, by this point she’s already melded with her lovers and inadvertently killed them while tasting their minds.
 
Not this time though… and not ever again either. Morinth shivers in delight as Boko pulls out of her pussy and she can finally turn around and slide back down to her knees. She takes her new Master’s cock back in her mouth and quickly and efficiently sucks it clean before pulling back with a pop. Then, the former Ardat-Yakshi tucks his member back under his loincloth and rises to her feet.
 
She doesn’t bother fixing up her own clothes. Let them all see her. This was Omega, they were used to it. Instead, face covered in his white hot sticky cum, body half on display, the beautiful Asari woman takes Boko by the hand and leads him out of the club and towards her current place of residence.
 
After all… they were just getting started.