[Script Offer][F4M] Learning the Song of Pleasure [Mass Effect][the Rachni Queen][possession][first time]

Performance notes: Being able to reproduce the Rachni Queen voice effects would be a nice flourish, but not strictly necessary. For my research for this script, I studied the Queen's speech patterns in both ME1 and 2, primary from these videos:

Releasing the Rachni Queen (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvl8k9B8m0M)

The Rachni Queen Sends Her Regards (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQYojXquxeI)

My script is basically an erotic re-imagining of the plot point covered in the second video, when Shepard receives the message from the Queen through an Asari agent on Ilium.

Whether or not you are able to use filter effects, I'd recommend listening to these to help you nail down the Queen's style. I tried to emulate it as closely as possible, so it's really the key to making this script work.

Thanks for reading, and even more thanks to anyone who tackles this crazy thing.

--Lena

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Commander Shepard? Yes, I knew that must be you. May I have a moment of your time? We have a mutual friend who would like to speak with you, one who cannot walk openly here on Ilium without attracting attention. Would you come with me?

Please, Commander, I understand your suspicion, but I assure you, I mean you no harm. I am unarmed, and your companions may certainly follow if you suspect an ambush. Please, follow me.

Here we are. This is my apartment, feel free to search it and ascertain your safety here. Then I would ask that your companions wait outside.

No, of course you don't understand, and for that I apologize. But our friend is most insistent on secrecy in this matter. Please, Commander.

Thank you. Your trust will be repaid, I promise you.

<switch to Rachni voice effect here, if using>

We are hidden. Our song is quiet, where it once stretched across the stars. But the voices of our children lift in white harmony once more, and our safety is owed to you. The symphony of our gratitude is too great to be filtered through these flat words, but there is no other way for its chords to touch your mind. The music of this new universe we have returned to is odd, discordant. The songs of humanity are so small, mere threads of bright joy or angry melody that tangle in no pattern we can discern.

But we would learn to sing them. We hear the notes, both the sour and the sweet, and we must understand the song if we would not risk fading back into silence. Your music echoes between the stars as ours once did, so that we cannot help but listen.

Your concern for us resonates deeply, but without the frantic arpeggio of worry. You are the best music we have heard from humanity. Your song is clear and blue and good, a melody we would teach our children. From you, who have given us much, we would ask one more thing.

We would ask to learn the rhythms of the flesh, that warm harmony of bodies that you call love. We hear the call to mate, and the contented sigh of the eggs as they grow into our children, but we are curious to know of this drive to belong to another in dazzling crescendo. Ecstasy is a note we have never sung. Will you teach us?

Again, the chime of your concern, but for this vessel. She knew of the request we hoped to make and assented to it. Her people are fine singers in their own small arias—her song glowed with golden fire when we asked this of her. Let no discordant black fear foul your heart.

We know that it is much we ask, but hope runs its silver threads through all of our songs.

<relieved sigh> We thank you, though these words are faint whispers compared to the music that swells within us. Tell us what we must do, how to use this strange, warm body to feel pleasure. You do mate not strictly for children, but for pleasure, do you not? It seems so to us, but those cries ring strange and hollow in our mind, we who birth generations. They are mysterious harmonies we cannot yet repeat.

Are we...are we to undress now? Would you assist us? Your armor, we understand, it is wise to cover yourself in a protective shell since your body lacks one of its own, as we have. But these garments seem to us to be little better than your own skin.

<scatter soft moans through these lines> Oh! But this skin is so sensitive to touch. Your fingers leave trails of longing in their wake. These sharp, red notes this body now sings...is this desire? This pull to merge flesh and minds and songs? Trace those phrases on this skin again, and let us study the urgings.

And what of your skin? If it gives you pleasure to touch this body, will we know that pleasure touching yours? Running these fingertips along surfaces so soft and warm and yielding? <little sigh> Yes, it does. It sends quiet thrills racing through this body, demanding more contact between these bodies.

What comes next? <soft laugh> Yes, eagerness is a song we know. When our own body grows heavy with eggs, we sing little else until they are laid. But this melody is different, it begs with running trills to come to fruition for its own sake. And for yours. Perhaps this song of pleasure is not so difficult as we believed, for we are beginning to grasp the opening movement. Guide these hands, so that we might continue to learn.

This rod of flesh, this is what you use to join your body to another? <deep moan> Oh, it pulses now with the rhythm of your song. Touching it floods this body with heavy warmth, and the music pools here, between the body's legs. Is that where we will receive you?

<surprised gasp here; and get increasingly agitated through this section> What is this strange melody? You can mate with your fingers as well as your rod? ...What? No! Your mouths too? But...but you cannot hear each other sing with your minds, so you must talk with your mouths. If you use your mouth for pleasure instead, can you no longer communicate? <surprised kiss, then more satisfied kissing sounds, then calm down for the next line> Mmm, we hear this music more clearly now. Sing to us again, please. <a bit more kissing>

We...we are ready, now. Will you mount us? ...What? Oh, the bed, yes, let us use the bed. These soft bodies need their cushions. We would not want harm to come to this vessel, or to you.

<okay, sexy time--improv some sex sounds and use these lines scattered through them as you build towards orgasm>

Please, mount us now, this body aches to be filled.

<when entered> Oh, your rod completes us with its low, humming strength.

Your song...it soars with heat as you move within us. Our song...keeps time...with your thrusts.

Building...red walls of sound...chasing...trills of dancing white light...

Push us...faster...towards the climax. Lift us higher...through the crescendo...

<screaming orgasm! or if screaming isn't comfortable, at least shoot for overwhelmed and thoroughly unstrung>