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"I… I request the rite of Ardat-Domakra!"

Even now, Samara couldn't quite believe the words that had sprouted from her daughter's mouth. The Justicar's Code flowed effortlessly through her mind, the rite's preparations and actions, as well, and yet…

She simply couldn't link these concepts, neurally.

With the help of Shepard, they'd cornered Morinth in the dank, glowing halls of Omega's underbelly. A tremendous battle of biotic might followed, and through lobbed tables and shattered glass, Morinth had been brought to heel. As she lay, cursing at Samara's feet, an errant thought came to her mind - a last ditch effort to save her own skin.

Samara was not a fool. It betrayed her core as a Justicar to even refer to Morinth as her daughter still. She was a murderer, liar, sociopath, and if left unchecked, would instill further fear across the cosmos as an alluring demon. Samara wanted, no, needed to kill Morinth. To rid the galaxy of the demon's savagery.

But the Code came first.

The Ardat-Domakra, as a rite the Justicar would have to grant if requested, came first.

So, Samara incapacitated Morinth. Had Shepard and Cerberus further subdue her, placing her in a state of suspended animation until Samara could make the judgement. Or, to be more specific, prepare herself to be able to judge. It was one of the foulest rites a Justicar could oversee. It required, amongst many things, to use an Ardat-Yakshi's techniques against them - the domination and corruption of a Meld itself, to ensnare the mind of the victim.

The Justicar would've preferred now still to simply walk to Morinth's cell and slit her throat. Whether the Code forbade her, or whether Samara still held love in her heart for her daughter, she dared not distinguish. Having spent hours deliberating against the view of the stars, Samara finally rose from the ground, and sought out the physical necessities for the rite.

Many of the items were easily obtainable on board the Normandy - a bowl, a length of cloth, and a length of rope. The final requirement, however, was the presence and action of the Doma, a sentient vessel in which the Justicar's Code could be physically extended. Samara recognised the need for the Doma as a tool, something to absolve the Justicar involved in the Ardat-Domakra.

The Doma required absolute control over their own will and urges; and the ability to relinquish that control to the Justicar conducting the rite. Physical endurance was not a requirement, but had been stated in the Code to aide greatly, as well. Were she but a maiden, Samara would've wretched and cringed at the mere thought of what the rite entailed, but kept her calm now as she cycled through the crew of the Normandy in her mind.

It became clear, very quickly, that she was going indenture herself to the Commander once more. Finding the human male easily in the mess hall, Samara made her presence known to Shepard, taking the usually stoic human by surprise. In an instant, he tensed and relaxed, eyes lighting with recognition.

"Samara. Didn't hear your approach," he noted, dryly - sat at the table with engineers Donnelly and Daniels - engaged in friendly banter. Samara's expression remained calm as she read the crew at the table, noticing her presence had a quieting effect.

"Commander. I'm… Afraid I require your assistance in another matter. Regarding our most recent acquisition," she intoned, still not believing the words coming from her mouth. Shepards' eyes widened for a moment, and he excused himself from the engineers' presence.

Hoping they were out of earshot, Kenneth and Gabriella sighed with relief.

"Christ, what a woman… You don't suppose she and the Commander are shaggin', do ye?"

"Kenneth! That is our commanding officer!"

(...)

As soon as the door to the starboard side of the crew's quarters shut, Shepard analysed the pose of the Justicar - noting a crossing of the arms as her eyes glazed over space in front of her.

"Shepard, I request your aide in a Justicar's ritual," Samara said, her throat threatening to clench around the next words that would sprout from her mouth. Shepard nodded, sighing - getting weary with the load of another team member's psychoses upon his mind. The world had not been kind to him after his artificial reincarnation.

"It's troubling you. I can only assume it's what Morinth blurted out before you knocked her out," Shepard noted. Samara nodded, her gaze fully returning to her commander.

"The rite of Yakshi Domakra, yes. It would roughly translate to "the subjugation of the demon", in your tongue."

The air between them grew thick, and Shepard waited for the Justicar to gather her will to speak, keeping absolutely quiet as to not upset her further. For a brief moment, Samara's eyes closed, opened, and fell to the ground as the memories of her daughter were brought to thought.

"It is a foul process. It requires the breaking, mentally and physically, of an Ardat Yakshi. It requires turning their preferred weapon against them…"

"The meld," Shepard mumbled, "the embracing of eternity."

Samara nodded.

"Correct. Though I suspect this case to be a crude attempt to stay alive, I have little choice in the matter. The rite must be invoked if requested," Samara intoned, bringing her gaze back to Shepard's.

"Why is that? What would make something so horrible binding?" He inquired.

"Because no Ardat-Yakshi, even in their twisted mental state, would request it. Through its name, the rite's goal is to bring an Ardat-Yakshi to the ultimate realisation of their role in the galaxy - to be brought under heel by siari. Through this they are stripped of the urge to meld."

"How is Morinth aware of the rite?" Shepard asked further, his eyes darkening with a creeping understanding of the Justicar's ways.

"It is taught to all Ardat-Yakshi once they are discovered. Morinth would have escaped mere days after finding out of its existence…" Samara remembered now, hundreds of years ago, upon the monasteries' grounds on Kallini.

"I assume, through this rite, that the Ardat-Yakshi in question can be brought back into galactic society? Would their accrued… prowess, from melding, be affected?"

Taken aback at the question, Samara took a moment longer to think on an answer for the commander, already sensing his hesitation.

"You wish to know if Morinth will still prove useful after the rite is completed? ...I am unsure, truth be told. There exist only three recorded cases of Ardat-Domakra being enacted, and each has ended… Poorly," Samara informed, her own mind now lit with questioning.

"I'd rather not ask. You mentioned prior that Morinth is a monster - a being that exists now only to meld, only to hunt, to increase her power. She's addicted to the act of melding, yes?" Shepard asked, his tone cutting through the thickness of the air like steel through flesh.

Samara could only nod, eyes narrowed at the commander.

"I need every edge I can get in this fight... I need every able-bodied genius or prodigy that I can gather, to fight the Reapers, and the Collectors. I also need my crew performing beyond their absolute peak, Samara. What does your Code say about me killing Morinth, myself?" He asked again, a fire now lit behind his cold gaze.

Whatever uncertainty Samara felt prior was now erased by the Code's request.

"The Code dictates the protection and retribution of she who has requested Ardat-Domakra. I would have to take your life as well, Shepard."

He nodded, chuckling mirthlessly, realising the bleakness of Samara's situation. With a heavy sigh, John's smile quickly faded, his eyes darting from Samara's for a second.

"What does the rite require of me, then?" He asked, carefully picking his words as to not imply Samara had requested the horrid ritual.

"As the rite's Doma, you are required to relinquish your body under my control. To meld with myself, and Morinth. To defend your mind against her domination, for I have no doubt it will be too tempting for her to resist. You are required to follow every instruction I give, without question, without hesitation," Samara repeated of the Code's instructions, not trusting her own psyche to reinterpret the directions for Shepard further.

"...And what exactly will you be requesting of me during the rite?" He asked, near demanding the information. Samara drew in a sharp breath, and exhaled, eyes closed.

"...To bring the demon under subjugation, you must shatter her spirit. You must shatter her will, and you must shatter the temptations of her mind, her body. The rite's methods have narrowed this down to the act of primal, physical intercourse," Samara continued, the slightest tinge of darkened blue kissing her cheeks.

Shepard's throat clenched instantly, and he fought back bile at the thought of what that entailed. His mind weighed down with the impending threat to the galaxy, he found himself no other options, and none other that could take his place. With Samara's chipper description, he found himself at the helm of another suicide mission.

With another deep breath, he sighed, preparing himself mentally for the task ahead.

"I will take the position as Doma for this rite, Samara. We'll likely need biotic suppressors whilst Morinth is brought back to consciousness, as well. I'll drop by Mordin's lab to get those... Does the rite require anything else?" He asked her, his tone devoid of any and all emotion.

Samara felt an ocean of relief crash upon her mind, a small amount of pride taken in her choice of this ritual. Yet still, she too, prepared herself for the absolute worst-case scenario, ready to die, if necessary.

"A private room would be preferred, though it is not required."

(Some time later…)

A haze clouded Morinth's mind as she awoke. She realised quickly she was standing, or had been stood by a giant pair of arms, which were clasped around her shoulders. With her memory surfacing, a pang of fear shot itself straight into her throat, and she took a moment to gather her surroundings.

Her mother, stood before her, impassive as always, staring deeply into her eyes. Morinth couldn't help but smile sweetly, even in spite of the ritual she would no doubt be free from soon. Despite her higher mental faculties returning, Morinth still felt a haze over her mind, something that was forbidding her from truly reawakening all her senses.

"Mother, greeting-"

"Silence. The rite of Ardat-Domakra has begun, and the Ardat-Yakshi shall not speak," Samara intoned, eyes closed as the rite's stages came to her mind. Morinth craned her head back as Samara began to pray in Asari tongue, noticing it was Commander Shepard that was holding her in place. Dressed down in his bathrobe as well, she noted!

'An obvious choice for her Doma,'' Morinth thought to herself, chuckling. Noticing his gaze was vacant, set on Samara, she prompted him for conversation. Yet before she could utter a word, Shepard's hand clamped shut around her open mouth - too fast for her to even register.

Craning her head back with rigid force, Shepard brought Morinth to meet her mother's gaze once more. Her eyes still shining with that same furious light, Samara's lips remained in a straight line.

"The rite has begun, and the Ardat-Yakshi shall not speak."

Morinth quickly calmed, daring not to fight both of them again in her weakened state, using her time now to study their potential openings and weaknesses. Samara commanded Shepard to relinquish his hold on Morinth, and she stood on her own, rubbing her lips with a free hand.

"As we begin this rite, we acknowledge that all beings exist to serve the consciousness of the universe. No power, granted or taken, can give one place over another in siari. No item, granted or taken, can give one precedence before another in siari. Through this understanding, the Ardat-Yakshi shall relinquish any and all physical belongings," Samara commanded, gesturing to the incineration unit that was presented in front of Morinth.

"Strip," Samara ordered.

In a fucked up way, Morinth felt her sex enflame at the command, her mother's cold gaze only heightening her arousal. To keep up appearances, she followed Samara's words without a noise, deciding to give the human male behind her a show.

Tenderly, demurely, she unbuckled the belt straps on her black jumpsuit, letting her flesh be free from it's compression, and let out the tiniest sigh she could, registering the twitch of Shepard's ears as a quiet success. With a crisp, long zip, she began tracing down from her neck to her bellybutton, letting the pooled heat escape from her tight, powerful body.

She could hear it now, and feel it in herself - the blood flow of arousal powering through her own genitalia, as she shied away from her mother's gaze. It was having an effect on Shepard, too - if that twitching under his gown was anything to go by. Yet still, even with a cursory glance backwards, his gaze remained steeled on Samara.

Morinth pretended to wince at the cool air, as she retracted an arm from the sleeve of her suit, revealing azure shoulders to the Doma. Tracing her own arm downwards, she snaked it free, squishing her breasts together for her mother to ogle. She continued the same down the other arm, and bent down further now to squeeze out of the tight black suit.

Shepard, thoughts blank, and eyes forward, remained unfazed at the display. He could tell now, however, that by some primordial instinct, he was now at half-mast. His girthy cock twitched, revelling at the carnal aroma exuded by this beautiful Asari abomination. This did not register consciously, however, remaining only a primal thought.

The black leather pooled over Morinth's sapphire rear, light twinkling off it's miniature, smooth scaling. Each phat cheek seemed to jiggle with just a pinch of fat, a perfect lure for any unsuspecting sentient. Samara's gaze soon darted to Morinth's dripping cunt, which was no doubt stirred on by this ludicrous display.

It was then Shepard spun the Ardat-Yakshi around, and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her into the air with ease. Sputtering and choking, Morinth struggled in vain to kick free from the human's death-grip, her very core now a raging inferno of lust, her pussy weeping for something to be inserted.

"Your physical belongings must be relinquished. Do away with these, or face the breakage of the rite of Ardat-Domakra," came her mother's silken voice, sounding huskier to Morinth's ears - was that because of that death threat?

She was dropped, unceremoniously, and stood up once more, a clear wet patch at the crotch of her soon-to-be-burned outfit. Morinth fought back a horny smirk with all of her might, and finished her tease quickly, unzipping from her boots upwards, and tearing the clothing away from her now sweat-drenched body.

With a bit of hesitation, she dropped the suit in the incinerator unit, watching the hatch of it close, opening again just after mere seconds.

'No smell,' she thought, sad at the absence of the scent of charred leather. Morinth mimicked her mother's pose, with her hands behind her back, and chest out - her dark blue nipples puckered tight due to the tender ministrations of the Doma. Samara's gaze remained unchanging as Morinth stared into her eyes, her cunt twitching at that screwed up mix of hatred and love.

"This is the last warning, Ardat-Yakshi. Relinquish the rest of your belongings, or face the breakage of the rite," Samara warned, motioning to Morinth's boots and earrings. Blushing, Morinth murmured an apology, and bent down in front of Shepard once more as she stepped out of the shoes, hoping the scent of her sex would reach the male's nostrils.

They were burnt just as quickly, and the small earrings were unclipped from the Ardat-Yakshi's ears, held over the mouth of the incinerator. She hesitated again, recognising the earrings as Nef's fine, minute artwork - a pair of woven metal stars, constructed from the supports of Omega itself. As Morinth saw Samara's hand spark with biotic rage, however, she released them, another piece of the Omega girl's memory erased forever.

"And with the release of corporeal items, the Ardat Yakshi witnesses the first tenet of siari. As all is one, one is all. In the grand scheme of the cosmos, one being is nothing.You," Samara began, eyes now locked with Morinth's predatory gaze again, "are nothing."

Morinth bit her bottom lip as blood quickened through her system, lighting every pleasure sensor in her centuries-old body.

"All is one, one is all, and you are nothing," Shepard repeated, his voice like ice, trickling through Morinth's veins. Be it the rite's power, Samara's insistence, or the cold command her mother and her Doma held, Morinth felt compelled to finish the saying.

"I-I… I am nothing," she repeated.

"As the Ardat-Yakshi parts with their past life, they are given a window into the realm of siari. Through this they are given vision, the knowledge of the consequences of the previous melding. Through this vision, the Ardat-Yakshi's other senses are brought to bear this knowledge as well," Samara continued, circling her daughter, stepping between her and Shepard.

"As I hold this rite, our Doma presents themself as the force of siari, the subjugator, and subjugation itself. Bind her hands behind her back, Doma, and tie the cloth around her eyes," Samara commanded Shepard, the human obeying without question. Morinth fought valiantly to hold back any sign of reaction, for fear of her mother's retaliation.

She knew soon after this, that a melding would be thrust upon her, and thus drew upon her will to enforce her biotic energy. She let Shepard's fiery grip control her, keeping her hands in place, and blinding her with the simple cloth, holding a whimpering moan in her throat. Shepard bound both extremely tight, and stood straight once more, waiting for Samara's next command.

"Tie her legs together. Then, lie her down, face-up."

And John did so, Morinth wincing as her soft flesh bulged around the thickness of the rope. Shepard knew what was to come next, but still remained impassive, mind blank, even as his meaty dick stood painfully erect now. He lowered the asari woman gently to the cold ground, his hands practically digging into her tight curves.

Morinth and he could practically hear her wetness pool onto the ground, even above the hum of the starship's mass effect field.

"Insert yourself into the Ardat-Yakshi's mouth, Doma. Crouch over her head, kneel, then insert yourself completely," Samara ordered, guilt firing through her voice, disgust rearing its head at the directions of the rite. Shepard did as instructed, doing away with his robe, exposing himself to the cool air. As siari, as subjugator, and subjugation, he stood over the quietly quivering form of the Ardat-Yakshi, the demon who had slaughtered thousands.

Sensing rage bubbling at the forefront of Shepard's mind, Samara's gaze turned to him.

"The Doma shall insert themselves into the Ardat-Yakshi, or shall face the breakage of the rite," She warned him, her tone flat and deadly once more. Fear slithered through Morinth's body as she twitched on the ground again, choking the roaring fire of arousal that was building at her core.

Shepard snapped his gaze upwards, and began crouching, without a word. Gripping his precum-dripping pecker, he guided it to Morinth's lips, ignoring the unnoticeable lick she teased him with. And as her other senses began to dull, Morinth was made aware of the commander's taste - the fluid gracing her tongue like no other had before.

She couldn't pick it, but nonetheless braced herself as the rest of Shepard's meat came to fuck her mouth - now throat, too. She fought her gag reflex as she'd trained herself to do centuries ago, and invited the human to rest inside her, intent on undulating her throat around him.

'Fuck, this is long. If I made him stare before… Maybe I could make him cum until he passes out? Worth a shot…' She thought, her body now quietly convulsing on the floor as her pussy gushed juices in spades, staining her inner thighs. She barely registered her mother's next words, her neck bent backwards as the commander's cock bent to slide into her tight throat.

"As siari bears down upon you, so shall you remember those you had rendered unto siari too quickly - those you annihilated, assimilated into your own being. For each soul surrendered, you shall remember. And once your memory has ended, so shall the Doma extract himself, to prepare for the next stage of Ardat-Domakra."

After the Code's words left her mind, Samara prepared the bowl for her daughter, afterwards circling the pair. Shepard remained impassive, even as his veins pressed against his neck, holding in his impending orgasm. She locked eyes with him, and he seemed to calm, his breathing steadied, yet not fully settled.

Samara couldn't distance her loins, nor her desire from the sight. It was a thing of beauty, watching the demon be subjugated, rendered moot under the heel of her commander, watching her daughter's thighs squish, squelch, and rub together in the drooling of her cunt…

Samara shook her head of such thoughts, and put her arousal to use, stripping of her own armour with ease, and touching herself above the bowl she'd prepared for her daughter. She focussed on the perfect male specimen that was her commander - a towering beast of a human, the Doma of her rite, using her daughter like a fucktoy, nothing but a receptacle for his thick, veiny cock...

It wasn't long at all until Samara heard her own pussy dripping, slowly, into the bowl.

Morinth found a good rhythm to the rippling of her throat, but found her efforts to be in vain again, the commander's length to be perpetually hardening in her throat - teasing her with a good bellyful of hot human cum, only to deny it. The further he pressed into her throat, the more she could now smell the commander's balls, dense with seed, no doubt.

The musk, the heat, the cold and the dominance of her Doma drove her fucking insane. She found that rubbing against her own legs only drove her arousal worse - as if she and Shepard were locked from reaching that next, glorious high. She felt herself sticking to the floor, the tiny pain of ripping from it only agitating her further.

"Hnnnh… Good, now lock your calves around her head, Doma. Dull her senses, so that she may remember…"

And with that, the commander's calves clamped shut around the asari's head, slowly rubbing into her tentacles, purging nearly all senses from her mind. She swore she came then, but could only whine into the impossibly thick dong that was jammed into her throat, feeling a horrible resurgence of heat in her sopping pussy.

Every breath she took, she breathed in the Doma, the siari, the sense of her wrongdoings. She remembered now, her very first kill, hoping to get off on the sensation of reliving it. He was a strapping young Batarian male, who had just gotten into the business of smuggling, along with his brothers. He said he'd found a way out of the Hegemony, had found a way to break free of the institutionalised hatred and misery he and his family found themselves in.

Kaltir, his name was - sent by the Batarian government to capture an Ardat-Yakshi for study.

Morinth remembered - her cunt positively tingling now, how he waxed poetic about taking her to a remote planet, far away from either of their races, far away from the hatred and distrust of their enemies. Morinth remembered taking him to bed that night, and taking in his essence.

She whined again as tears pooled in her eyes - sadness washing over her as the thought of Kaltir's life vanished from the cosmos, just like that. She went through his brothers after that, then his father, and finally, his grieving mother, who had been smuggled upon the ship with them.

At the time, she revelled in their loss, plotting a course for the nearest station fingering herself wildly in the cockpit of the Batarian's ship. Now, she could only feel shame, biting at her mind for such a heinous crime. She wept as the thought of making the commander cum down her throat began to fade from her mind.

It seemed like hours until Samara could sense the stillness of Morinth - the last of tears having dried up, a pool of the Ardat-Yakshi's juices gathered below her squirming ass, splashing incessantly. Samara extracted her fingers from herself, panting heavily, and circled the pair once again.

"Extract yourself, Doma. Then release yourself into the bowl," the Justicar ordered again, now standing to the side of the interlocked pair, the bowl in between them. Shepard was slow, careful not to hurt Morinth, letting slip his slobbery cock from the demon's throat. Breathing unevenly, he knelt before bowl, and fired his load into it, his seed mixing with the juices of the Justicar.

Beyond a single grunt, he made no sound, and showed no emotion, hiding the relief behind his mask. The bowl was now full to the brim, swirling with enough cum to make a Krogan blush. Fighting to bite her lip at the tantalising sight, Samara witnessed the weeping form of her daughter-no, the demon, now. Morinth remained bound, the cloth stained with tears, a dribbling of precum and a torrent of saliva sticking to her chin.

Samara bore witness to the uneven rise and fall of the Ardat-Yakshi's chest, and the darkened hue of her cheeks, knowing the emotional duress the asari underwent.

"For the thousands you've slaughtered, you remember. You will not forget them. All is one, and one is all. You," Samara continued, feeling resolve in her stance now, "are nothing."

"All is one, one is all. You are nothing," Shepard repeated.

"I-I… I… A-am… Nothing…" Morinth managed to blurt out, quickly gathering the resolve she needed to break free of this. She felt herself being stood up once more, brought to balance on her knees. The blindfold was removed, and she was brought in front of the bowl of Shepard and her mother's collected essences.

"The subjugation continues. As siari was thrust upon you, so do you bear witness to it's fruits and labours - the labour, which you have begun to endure, and the fruits," Samara motioned to the steaming bowl, "which you will now partake in."

Shepard took up position behind Morinth, and she bowed before the bowl, sniffing at it, further tears squeezing from her eyes.

"I-I…" She mumbled, hesitant to drink from the combined juices, in spite of her inflamed libido.

"Partake in the fruits of siari, or face the breakage of-"

Morinth dove her head in, slurping the thick seed, swallowing every last drop of the bowl, tasting siari still, now knowing the taste of her mother's sweet, sweet juices. She felt her body retch and twist at the swallowing, but at the same time, failed to stop herself. She coughed and sputtered, and held back the urge to throw up into the mix, lest she be murdered where she knelt.

At the end, Morinth, the once night-demon of the Milky Way, was left only with the dripping edges of genital juices, in a bowl. She cried further into it, and looked back up to her mother, who could only stare down at her with impassiveness.

"Partake in the fruits of siari, Ardat-Yakshi, or face the breakage of the rite," Samara ordered, ushering to the remnants still left in the bowl. Morinth could only cry again, and hesitated, before she felt Shepard's hands force her head back down. Gently, yet firmly, he guided her through the remainder of the messy bowl, until it was licked clean.

The floor was drenched now, with Morinth's flowing, azure juices staining the nearby carpet of Shepard's cabin. Yet she raised her head again, cheeks marred with tears, semen, and the pure, succulent essence of her mother. Samara nodded, and commanded Shepard to relinquish his grip, noticing the tip of his cock was wet with precum again.

"And as you enjoy the results of a coupling, you are shown of the fruits of siari. The memory of which will stick with you now, until the end of your Matriarchy. You will remember the fruits of which you denied so, so many. All is one, one is all. You," Samara intoned, heat rising to her cheeks now, never having felt this fucking hot since her Matron days, where she conceived Morinth and her sisters, "are nothing."

"All is one, one is all. You are nothing," Shepard repeated again, taking a silent breath in at the sight of the shattered Ardat-Yakshi.

It took minutes before Morinth found the words again, fighting the bile rising in her throat.

"I-I… I am nothing…"

"As you have partaken in the fruits, now shall you partake in your first meld, upon equal ground. You will embrace eternity, with me, and with the Doma. As siari demands it, you will shatter your addiction to the melding, and with it, your desire to consume, as a demon."

Those words reignited the last bit of strength she held, as an Ardat-Yakshi. Her tears still fell, but she remembered her original intentions, and nodded to her mother one last time. The melding was her domain - she could easily sap the strength from both her mother and Shepard, with ease.

She just had to let her mother ease into it, and then she would be prey…

Samara knelt down to Morinth's eye level, and let her eyes gloss over, turning into the black of the cosmos that surrounded them. She then ordered Shepard to kneel by Morinth's side, keeping them both in her vision. With a deep breath, her consciousness beginning to soar, Samara sighed, her arousal only spiking further.

She brought a hand to Morinth's cheek, and the other to Shepard's.

"Now… Embrace eternity."

And so, Morinth found herself free. Her binds were gone, as were the musky, sweet juices on her cheeks. Her mind became clearer as the biotic suppressors faded in power, and she felt around, searching for the spirits of her Doma and her mother. She found Shepard first, standing still, cock hanging free once more.

Morinth felt arousal spiral up inside her core again, twisting in her cunt until she found movement damn near impossible. Failing movement in the realm of the melding, she simply willed Shepard closer, and made him face her. She could tell he was shocked, even if he displayed no outward emotion.

Cupping a hand around his cheek, Morinth let out a sick giggle, intent on punishing Shepard's incorporeal form, before finally absorbing his essence. His eyes widened as he felt her grip strengthen, flinging him across the infinite black depths of the melding.

"You will pay, Shepard! You and mother will-"

"Embrace eternity!"

Morinth found herself spirited away once more, and felt her mother's cold grip around her neck before she could react. She felt the familiar burn of the rope as her arms were bound again, snapping from what seemed like hundreds of directions at once. She met Samara's gaze, as she materialised fully in front of her.

"You cannot hurt your Doma in this meld. Should it take me a thousand years, I will make you witness the subjugation of siari - the subjugation of the universe. You will remember what it means to hurt another sentient, and you will know what it means to be truly powerless!"

For a good, long while, Shepard felt the control wrenched from his body as Morinth's ethereal form was brought to heel by Samara. The Justicar circled her again, digging through Morinth's memories, bringing every kill back to light again - bringing the full force of Morinth's sins crashing down upon her already battered mind.

He was made to fuck her. To destroy her. To shatter every complex Morinth had justified in her mind. To bring her under his heel, and make her kiss the black floors of the meld. He was made to cum in this ethereal realm, again and again, until Morinth was spiritless.

"All is one."

"You."

"Are."

"Nothing!"

"One is all."

"I am nothing…"

As she wept again, whether at the regret of her crimes, or at the loss of her addiction, Morinth could feel the tug of reality once more. She, Shepard and Samara left the realm of the melding, and found each other's sight again. Mere seconds had passed in their physical reality, and Morinth felt the return of her true, physical arousal, cursed as it was!

She felt empty - the fight ripped from her, and could only find the energy to stare at her mother again. Samara rose, as did Shepard, finding themselves no worse for wear, and stared down at her.

"And so that you have been made equal in the realm of the meld, so shall you be made equal physically. So shall the last of your demonic taint be scoured away," Samara intoned once more, as if nothing had happened, her own horniness having faded slightly. The Justicar motioned to Shepard to pick up Morinth.

"Be brought under heel again by siari, be subjugated once more, until you are truly broken, Ardat-Yakshi."

Samara laid at the head of Shepard's bed, and spread her legs for her daughter to embrace her. Shepard tossed the asari onto the bed without effort, and realigned her to be embraced with Samara, before spreading her asscheeks. Morinth whimpered in protest, but failed to wiggle her arms from the binds again, her protests silenced by her mother's tongue, linking with hers.

With a blank mind, with a blank expression, the Doma of the rite buried himself to the hilt, inside the tight, boiling pussy of the Ardat-Yakshi. As his body fucked her in the realm of the melding, so did her fuck her now, without mercy, without regret, without emotion, without passion.

By the Justicar's demand, by her Code, Shepard did not stop. Morinth wept, screaming, cumming herself, and exploding juices out her sopping cunt, but did not beg. Their positions changed, and the hours passed with Morinth's lips locked to her mother's, her Doma's cock having either been buried in her asshole, vagina, or recently extruded from her mouth.

(Some time later…)

The united galaxy fought for the next year - gathered in spades by the crew of the Normandy. Allegiances were formed and mettle was tested in the field of space; a triumphant, pyrrhic victory that future generations would not forget. Homeworlds may have been annihilated, systems rendered silent, but slowly, the galaxy at large rebuilt.

Having been plucked from the rubble by Jack, Shepard was making a recovery from his grievous injuries, now recuperating on the Citadel. Though the wounds would heal, he'd never forget the horrors the Reapers wrought, and he'd never forget the sacrifices made so that the galaxy could live.

He mused for a moment, already sorting the stories he'd tell his children, and his children's children, elated that he'd be free to forge on with this life now. John smiled, sat on the edge of his bed, in the apartment Anderson had provided him, staring down. Marvelling at the beauty beneath him, he couldn't help but envision his future family - a potential army of tiny hellions and biotics, of all races.

A quiet gagging noise brought him out of his thoughts, and his smile turned sly, sinister, even. As alive and lithe she'd been since they first met, Morinth pleasured her commander, sucking him with half-lidded eyes.

Her Doma.

They fought together in the hives of the Collector's base, the crew of the Normandy extracted, and the human-Reaper annihilated. They fought together on Earth, in the final run for the Citadel, their holy grail for the allied forces. She helped her mother defend the monastery upon Kallini, ensuring that her sisters and the remaining Ardat-Yakshi would not be made into weapons for the Reaper hordes.

She extracted the length from herself, and let it hang limp, licking her lips at the meal John had provided her. He brought his hand to her cheek, and idly stroked it, bringing her to lie on the bed with him. Morinth nested her head into the crook of his shoulder, and hummed quietly to herself, resting in the heat of her Doma.

She couldn't help but marvel at the human's sheer will. His dominance, and defiance of failure itself. Even when presented with a suicide mission, John went through it with no worry, unyielding. It shocked her, even a year later, as he faced down Reapers on ground! True, most of the time he had the help of a fleet with him, but still - the morale boost alone from seeing a Reaper toppled, destroyed, saved billions that day.

The human was her predator. Her saviour, in part, and her Doma.

"Don't suppose you want to see a show later? I heard a new band called Apex Annihilation is playing in the Ultima Ward - they have a volus band member who performs using his biotic amp…" She suggested, smiling, dancing her fingers along his chest. John smiled back to her, gently rubbing the crook of her back.

"I'm game. Give me the time and I'll dress myself," he chuckled dryly, cupping a handful of Morinth's tight, azure ass. She bit her bottom lip, giggling back, and wrapped a hand 'round his girthy cock.

"I mean, I don't think anyone will question one of the saviours of the galaxy if they rock up naked…"

Shepard shook his head at her.

As Morinth opened her mouth to retort, the door to John's room swung open, revealing Samara, and the rest of her daughters. The Justicar met the scene with the same unfazed stare the Commander adored her for, smiling as took in the full picture.

"John, Morinth," she purred, "John, you remember my daughters, Falere and Rila."

The two blushed politely as they averted the human's gaze, bowing. Shepard and Morinth appraised their forms as they had before, noting their ample breasts and tight assets, hidden conservatively by their robes. Kallini had been an electrifying adventure, and tensions ran high that day, as they did during the Reaper War...

Still, noticing their gawking at his naked form, and the fact that he'd just finished with their sister, John could only smirk, his length hardening at the voyeurism taking place.

"I'm inferring a lot of things by the fact that you didn't immediately backpedal, Samara. I can only assume you've brought these two, " he motioned to her daughters, "to be…"

Samara raised an eyebrow at him, staring between all three of her daughters.

"I'm their words, 'fucked like maidens'. They've heard the stories, and they want a test of an Ardat-Yakshi's might against your endurance, Shepard," Samara practically mewled, motioning for Falere and Rila to sit on the bed.

Shepard locked eyes with Morinth, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, before eyeing up Rila, the older of the two.

"I accept this test of theirs. On the condition that if you lose, you become mine."

Rila swallowed a lump in her throat, but guffawed, fanning herself at the harsh rise of heat to her cheeks.

"Bring it on, Commander."