Aria, queen of the bed

You swallow, feeling your dick pressing hard against your pants, but you soldier on and climb the steps to Aria's skyward lounge. A few armed guards eye you, but they have seen you there before. When you reach the top of the platform, you see Aria sitting with a Turian you've never seen. She looks irritated. Her eyes dart to you, but the frown on her face does not lift.

"How did the Blue Suns get ahold of patriarch?" she said as she turned back to her quarry. The turian stuttered, shrugging, trying to form words. Aria's face contorted in anger and she swore, snapping her fingers. Her guards lifted the man up and carried him away, screaming at whatever destiny awaited him.

she turns to you.

"Shepard. I'm glad you're here," she says, turning toward you. Her eyes have softened. In your excited state you can't help but notice her tight, showing clothes.

"Lemme guess... you need someone to find the Patriarch?" You ask.

"No. I have that covered. I need you..." she trails off, walking toward you. She's giving you bedroom eyes. you feel like your going to burst out of your pants as she gets in close, breathing lightly in your ear and stroking your hard shaft through your pants.

"I need you to make this bitch cum. And if you don't I'm going to have you shot in the head Shepard," she says with a sharp intake of breath. Her hand squeezes your base, and you moan. She bites her lip.

"Leave us!" She commands. Her guards leave the platform and she lays on her giant couch, skillfully removing her clothing while writing about, her fingers teasing against her nipples and her wet slit. She dry humps as she removes the last skimpy article of panties and slides a tiny finger inside herself.

"Come here and fuck me until I cum," she commands.