Tali Part 6 (Complete, pending Epilogue)

Rannoch! Tali could hardly believe that they had actually done it! She was actually standing on Rannoch, she was finally home. Tali smiled at Shepard as the first human Spectre talked to the Quarian admirals. Tali's heart skipped a beat as she looked at her friend's new outfit. The redhead was wearing an Asari-skin catsuit which hugged her body perfectly in all the right places. Dimly, Tali remembered Shepard's lover, Samantha Traynor giving it to her a few days back. She didn't remember exactly what had happened, since Garrus had turned up her nervstim to the max and left her panting fruitlessly in ecstasy during the exchane, but she recognized the source of the outfit now, and realized why she hadn't seen Samara since the Asari Justicar had finished cooking her daughter several weeks back. Idly, she wondered what Traynor had said and done to Samara to get her to agree to the communication specialist's plan.

In an effort to keep from playing with herself in public and thus disobeying her master's orders to stay still, Tali's attention turned towards the Quarian's surrounding Shepard, the Admiralty Board. Tali had always wanted to join them, to sit on the Admiralty board serving her people; but her deal with Garrus had killed that dream. Any possible chance she might have had of joining them before Garrus finally finished her off had died when Garrus had ordered her to activate the vidcom when Admiral Daro'Xen called her before their final attempt to liberate the Quarian home world and the rabidly anti-Geth admiral had seen her in her new transparent suit, her prized breasts missing, and Garrus' Turian semen leaking from between her legs.

It had been hard enough to act composed even over voice-only communications; and having Daro'Xen see her in such a debased state ruined any attempt that Tali could have made. The purple stain of her skin from the marinade and the clear signs of arousal in her body language just slammed the coffin shut on any hopes Tali had of an admiralty position; her missing breasts raining questions whose answers showed her true calling.

Still, mortified as she was by Garrus' order, Tali didn't regret obeying it at all. She'd found her true calling. She wasn't meant to be an Admiral, she was meant to be meat. If nothing else, watching Glyph's footage of Falere's last show drove that point home. Seeing herself writhing in pleasure chest down on the table, her eyes wide and vacant as Garrus slowly sliced apart her severed breasts, using her back as a makeshift plate? Her own juices running down the controus of her suit as Garrus visibly savored each and every bite? It was indescribably erotic. Remembering the way that Garrus had crunched down on her crispy well-baked nipples almost gave her another orgasm right then and there!

It was strange, watching Garrus use her as a living cocksleeve as he ate, knowing she was there but only remembering the incredible foggy mix of pain and pleasure that had possessed her senses. She watched as Garrus lent her body out to the crew to enjoy; encouraging men and women both to fondle and finger her, watching them spank her and slap her as she lay there basking in the warm afterglow of the destruction of her tits. It was like a weight had been lifted from her chest, a figurative one even heavier than the actual tits that had been taken from her. She was meat now, this if anything proved that, and not only was she meat, but Garrus fully intended to use her as meat. She'd been, not worried... but at least uncertain when two weeks after she had given herself to the scarred Turian she was still alive. She'd been beginning to wonder if Garrus was really intending to eat her after all. As unsettling as it might have been to someone else, Garrus' decision to take her breasts for his dinner reassured Tali that the Turian intended to keep his word.

That's why she was standing here on Rannoch, titless, hands clasped behind her back in the same transparent cooking suit that Garrus had left for her in the Normandy's airlock just over a week and a half ago. This was history being made, Shepard and Garrus were huddled with the Admiralty board and a representative from the Geth, hashing out the peace to come. Tali could see drones with cameras poised to capture every moment of the groundbreaking accord, and there she was, off to the side, nearly naked. And in terms of modesty? She was even worse off than that. It was mortifying, knowing that she was being caught on film like this; knowing that even if they censored these videos this is how history would remember her, as an exhibitionist at best, and at worst? As she really was, as a mutilated piece of Grade-A Quarian meat. Even if they censored these videos later, they certainly weren't doing so now, literally everyone she knew from both the Normandy and the Quarian armada was watching this stream of her race's greatest triumph with occasional shots of her naked body added for spice. Tali's stomach roiled with terror as she realized the implications; but although she blushed, heavily, she didn't move, she didn't try to cover herself up. She was meat, and Garrus had ordered her to stand still, on display exactly as she was while he and Shepard helped negotiate the peace.

So Tali stood there, legs spread apart wide enough for the cameras to catch the flushed lower lips of her arousal. Even the barest of ceremonial garments that she'd been allowed on the Normandy were now gone, leaving her more exposed than she'd ever been in her life before. Every time a new camera swung to face her, Tali tried to imagine what the Quarians in orbit above her were thinking. Were they aroused? Excited? Outraged? Were they hungry? Did they know what she really was? Or did they pity her? Tali wasn't sure, which option she liked best.

Then, suddenly, Garrus motioned towards her and the entire collection of huddled Admirals, teammates, and Geth turned to look at her. She could see the pity in her Auntie, Admiral Shala'Raan's eyes, and Tali thought she could even make out a hint of horror in the soft glow behind her visor. It was strange, before seeing what had happened to Liara, Tali might have reacted the same way, but now? Tali certainly felt embarrassed, and debased being on display like this, but not horror, never horror. Tali was meat, and it just made sense that she should be treated that way.

The others turned back into their huddle and the conversation grew faster, more heated maybe? Tali was too far away to make out any words, so she couldn't actually tell what was happening in the huddle. All she could do was stare at them as they gestured excitedly, sometimes at each other, sometimes towards her. Were they talking about her? Tali wasn't sure, and the uncertainty was fueling both her embarrassment, and her arousal.

She watched as admirals tilted their heads and nodded to Garrus after what looked like a brief disagreement, panels on the Geth unit showing surprise, but not anger or disappointment, if Geth could even feel the former. Even Admiral Shala'Raan looked like she was in resigned agreement, and then, almost as if in sync, the people in the huddle looked at her.

Tali's heart leapt at the sudden shift in attention. Being the focus of so many eyes, not just behind viewscreens where she couldn't see them, but here in person? It was still exhilarating even after almost a month of openly being Garrus' plaything. One by one they started making their way to her, the whole crowd lead by Garrus, instead of by Commander Shepard as was usual. They wanted something from her. What could they possibly want from her? Tali's pulse raced as the Admiralty board possibly want with an already maimed Quarian meat-girl like her now that the war with the Geth was over? Tali wasn't sure, but her body shivered in the anticipation of finding out.

“Tali,” Garrus called out, and Tali flushed crimson because he had just told all the Quarians watching her standing there her name. With just a simple extranet search they could all find out exactly what sort of xenophilic meat-slut she really was. There weren't any other Tali's associated with Commander Shepard, and Garrus had all but promised her that once he finished snuffing her he'd be sharing all the footage Glyph had filmed of her debasement to a number of sites dealing in Quarian porn. “We finally managed to hash out the peace treaty,” Garrus stated.

“Yes,” Admiral Zaal'Koris agreed reservedly. “We just need your approval to finalize the terms.”

“You don't have to agree if you don't want to!” Admiral Raan was quick to interject. “I'm sure we can hash out something else if you aren't comfortable with this.”

“Why do you need my approval?” Tali asked, confused.

“We don't,” Garrus replied. “I told them you'd already agreed to it, but they wouldn't listen to me, or Shepard.”

Tali blinked. “I'm still not sure what I have to do with peace with the Geth,” Tali admitted.

“The Geth agreed to cease hostilities and return Rannoch to us as is, but they want a show of good faith first, or perhaps contrition?” Admiral Daro'Xen explained. “Your... boyfriend, offered you for the role.”

“Me? What do you want me to do?” Tali asked, still a bit baffled.

“Cook,” Garrus stated. “Shepard told us about a Human holiday, Thanksgiving, which in some human cultures represents the peaceful contact between two opposing forces.” Shepard seemed annoyed at something in Garrus' statement, but Tali didn't know enough about Human subcultures to understand why. “The two sides sat down to a dinner together and shared a meal to show each other their peaceful intentions.”

“But... Geth don't eat?” Tali asked still a bit confused.

“Eating is irrelevant to the symbolism, Creator Tali'Zorah,” One of the Geth units explained. “What is important, is that the creators offer a meaningful sacrifice as a show of contrition for their part in the Morning War,” the Geth paused. “You would be a sufficient sacrifice.”

Tali's heart pounded as she remembered how it felt to be cooked in the mess hall of the Normandy, all of the crew around her, knowing that they were staring at Falere's show but feeling their eyes upon her anyway as Garrus fucked and cooked her into submission. She remembered the incredible arousal she felt at the time, thinking that this would be the end, not knowing that Garrus was only cooking her now devoured breasts. Doing that again, her final moments being filmed for the benefit of posterity, her depraved fetish intrinsically linked with peace with the Geth throughout history? Keelah'Selai! “Yes!” Tali breathed out before she realized just what she was doing.

“I mean, yes. You... You can cook me, to bring peace to Rannoch. I... I don't mind.” Tali stuttered, blushing.

“I told you she'd agree,” Shepard muttered. “Tali already gave herself top Garrus to eat on a whim, I can't imagine she wouldn't let you cook her for this...” Shepard trailed off annoyed.

“Then it's settled,” Admiral Zaal'Koris stated. “Lets get the sacrifice in place to start cooking so that we can finalize this peace.”

Tali blushed as the camera drones all focused upon her, panning up and down her body, circling around to film her ample ass, and one drone even hovering just in front of her knees so that it could get a shot of her well-flushed sex from between her legs. This was it, there was no turning back now, Tali realized, even if she wanted to, backing out would mean war between her people and the Geth. It was dinner time, and after almost a month of planning and waiting, she was finally on the menu!

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Tali didn't know what to do. She was really going to be cooked! Actually going to be eaten! And not just by Garrus, but by people she knew, people she respected like her Auntie Raan and Admiral Daro'Xen! Keelah'Selai! She'd never been more aroused in her life. She was meat now. Truly, and finally meat now. And not just meat, but a historically important meal! She'd thought they might censor the vids of her once the peace was achieved, that she might vanish from the knowledge of everyone in a few years save for dedicated historians, but they couldn't do this now. Not when she was the peace offering that ended the Morning War!

Goddess! She'd be in history books now, everyone would know about her, and how she was nothing more than meat, important meat, but meat nevertheless. Children would read about her story in schools on the planet she'd secured for them. They'd see pictures of her in their lessons (and thanks to Traynor allowing Glyph to shadow her every moment since she offered herself to Garrus there were certainly many, many pictures of her to use); the footage Traynor was recording of her might even end up in a documentary vid! Keelah'Selai, her knees were weak, and not from any lack of strength on her part! There was no turning back now, Tali'zorah vas Normandy would be the most famous meal in Quarian history. All of her achievements, her accomplishments, her fights against the Reapers with Shepard, it would all be a mere footnote compared to what would happen next. Tali could feel herself on the edge of cumming just from the mere thought of it!

Tali struggled a bit against her bonds. She didn't want to break free of course, but it was almost instinctive to test them after Garrus had tied her up after ordering her to lay on the large banquet table face down. Her ankles and wrists were tied together with some sort of cord, or cable; each ankle tied to the wrist on the opposite side of her body. It was painfully straining, especially once Garrus had pulled her knees open and told her to stay that way. Tali couldn't see much like this, but she could tell from the sorts of comments she was hearing behind her that the admirals, the Geth, and even the news drones had an incredibly clear view of her absolutely sopping sex thanks to her position. Garrus had proceeded to make that view even more intimate by activating a function of her suit that she had forgotten it had, stiffening and stretching the sleeve inside her cunt so that anyone looking could see all the way inside to her pulsing cervix.

All the guests were seated now, watching her. Some trying not to look, embarrassed at her plight, some staring openly drinking in the sight of her bound breastless form. Tali could see her auntie Raan making a speech in front of her, gesturing to her, and to the Geth seated at the table with them, but between the strain from her position and the sheer excitement of her situation, Tali couldn't concentrate enough to listen.

Garrus had triggered her suit once he'd finished tying her up, and now she was slowly roasting, helpless to stop it. Not that she would even if she could. Cooking like this, immobilized and on display with every single Quarian in the galaxy watching her? Unable to escape, and with no way out? Knowing that in less than an hour she'd cease to exist and instead of Tali there would only be dinner? It was the most erotic thing she'd ever imagined; only now? It was real. Garrus was making her wildest most forbidden dream come true, and Tali loved him for it. She basked in the attention as the heat built, for real this time, around her entire body, roasting her under the warm light of Rannoch's sun.

Tali squirmed as she began to cook. She'd been marinating for weeks and the Konote and Aspa berry juice had sunk into her very being, becoming part of her as it permanently changed the flavor of her meat. Meat. That's what she was now. Meat. Dinner. She was food, and in an hour she'd ceace to exist entirely, just a full feeling in the bellies of Garrus and the Admiralty board that would fade once they digested her.

“I'm glad you decided to cook, Quarian.” Tali shivered as she head Javik speak up. “It is good you know your place. Though a shame you let the Turian cook you. I've cooked dozens of your people, I would do a much better job.”

Tali remembered how Javik's offhand comment that started all of this. The entire chain of events leading to this moment. She wanted to thank him, but Garrus had muted her helmet. 'Meat doesn't talk,' he'd explained. If not for her asking Javik how he cooked Quarians in the past she never would have realized her true purpose, she never would've ended up here, as the main course of the banquet that would bring peace and their home planet back to her people.

The heat was starting to get to her. Tali was sweating in earnest now, simmering in her own suit as she cooked in front of the entire galaxy. Keelah Se'lai, she wanted this! Tali struggled against her bonds, desperately wanting to dip her fingers into her sweltering cunt. She needed it. Goddess! She needed it!

Tali couldn't free her hands, they were trapped, just like she was, unable to do anything about her blossoming arousal. She was just as powerless there as she was to stop herself from cooking, not that she wanted to do anything about that...

Just as Tali thought she was going to go crazy from the siren call of her own libido, there was Garrus.

“You know, you really should make a short speech before you can't any more... something to leave for meat-sluts of future generations,” Garrus commanded. “I've opened up your helmet mic to the entire fleet, so make sure you say something interesting, okay?”

Tali froze. A speech? She wasn't ready to make a speech. What would she say? “Hello, I'm Tali Zorah Vas'Normandy, and... In honor of the peace treaty, I wanted to give something back to the Geth, in thanks. I thought, we should recognize the Quarians that gave their lives for this day, but also celebrate as well, and of course, we should thank the Geth as well... So... Since a meat-slut like me only really has one thing she can give out, I'm being cooked. I'm the main course for the victory feast. I hope you all enjoy me, and that those watching who don't get a bite at least enjoy watching me as I cook for you all. Thank you for cooking me!”

She heard the final click of her microphone being muted. “That was a very nice speech you little meat slut,” Garrus' voice carried into her helmet, “but it's almost time for dinner, and we're all getting hungry.”

A shiver ran down Tali's spine as Garrus condemned her to her fate. She really was meat now! Everyone could see her writhing in her restraints as she slowly roasted for their culinary pleasure. Keelah Se'lai! She'd never been this turned on before in her life! Tali could feel the heat blossoming in her crotch as Garrus activated the cooking function of the already-spread sleeve occupying her pussy. Goddess! Was this how Liara felt when Shepard and Traynor carved out her Azure? It was incredible!

Tali's suit clung to her like the warmest, tightest hug she'd ever had, straddling the fine line as it inched over the edge into discomfort. Of course, Tali didn't mind. This was what she was made for. She was just a submissive fucktoy, a meat-slut in need of cooking to reach her full potential. A little discomfort wouldn't stop her from savoring her final transformation into this incredibly historic feast.

Tali moaned as squirmed as the heat increased, but with her helmet silenced, the only one who could hear her cries of ecstasy was Garrus. Her newly flattened chest ached where her Turian lover had taken her tits from her; a poignant reminder of just how incredible it had felt to really cook.

The heat was starting to get at her, the long dried marinade becoming viscous and slippery as it mixed with her sweat. It was humid, and getting harder to breathe, but Tali was loving every second of it. She could see her now purple-stained skin slowly darkening under the growing onslaught of nearly unbearable warmth. She was cooking! She was really cooking!

Nothing could wipe the ecstatic smile from Tali's face as he deepest darkest fetish was finally realized for her. She could feel the gazes of a billion quarians, bot present and in future generations, resting on her tit-less body as she bucked and writhed, cooking and cumming in her custom suit in equal measure. The outside world faded away; the sensations building in her own body as Tali cooked pushing everything else from her mind. Her suit was silent save for the sizzling sound of her own body roasting, Garrus had cut off the external pickups, and while she could still see out her visor, her eyes were so tightly shut as she savored the exquisite blend of pain and ecstasy that it was almost as if her own sizzling flesh was the only thing that existed on the entire world of Rannoch. It was just her, and her fantasy...

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Garrus stared enraptured as his toy finally got what she wanted. Her skin had turned a lurid purple, the marinade sloshed in her suit with every movement, he watched enraptured as her splayed cunt squeezed and clenched against the clear tube holding it open for everyone to see. She was really cooking. Tali was really going through with it!

A part of Garrus had thought this all some sort of frantic fever dream. It had taken time for him to adjust, to see the depth of Tali's passion for degradation, her need to be meat. It wasn't until her had roasted her tits that her true debasement had really shown through. Tali was delicious, and she had savored every last second of him eating her, even though her thoroughly roasted breasts were no longer connected to her chest by that point, she had oohed and aahed and even cum! All just from the sight of him tearing into her once supple bosom. And she was no less enthusiastic now than she had been all those nights ago when he had taken her tits from her. Garrus had muted Tali's auditory sensors, but it might be fun for everyone to hear just how big of a slut his precious little meat girl really was.

“Tali,” he whispered, “I'm turning on your mic. Be sure to let everyone know just how much you love to cook, okay?”

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Garrus' words shot through her like a lightning bolt, but all that Tali could muster was an loud and pleasured groan in return. The suit worked fast, and between the heat and her own frantic arousal she was nearing exhaustion, and more than half cooked.

It took a moment for her to build up the strength to speak, but soon her words flowed, haltingly and dreamlike, from her mouth.

“Thank you all... for roasting me. This is.... Ungh! The best! The best feeling... Ah! Ever! I hope... I hope you all.... Unnngh! Enjoy eating me, uh! Uh! As much... Ah! As... Ungh! I enjoyed... Ah! Cooking … for you!”

Her words spent, the noise from Tali's suit devolved to grunts and moans, punctuated with half uttered cries of “yes!” and “more!” as she writhed, cooking, on the table before them. There was no doubt at all now that Tali was enjoying this, that the quarian was fulfilling some perverse and primal urge to be eaten, that she was meant for exactly this purpose, for exactly this moment. More than a few female Quarians in the fleet above Rannoch surreptitiously fingered on their own nervestim programs as they watched a former heroine of the fleet cum again and again as she was roasted alive; more than a few of them wondering just what it would feel like if they were to take her place.

Soon enough, Tali lost strength in her limbs, her body failing her as her muscles cooked to the point where no amount of effort would let her move them. Her head was safe, sealed into her helmet as it was, but the rest of her was well and truly cooked now, or it would be, in a few minutes. Tali sank into the sensations, feeling her body finish roasting around her as she drifted, helpless, watching the hungry, leering expressions of Garrus and the admiralty council as they waited for their meal to be served. Tali smiled. This was what she wanted. She was meat now, dinner, only a matter of minutes separated her from her fate. Tali felt... content.

In the heat of her suit, time soon lost meaning as her mind dazed its way in and out of focus, but even Tali noticed the loud nap as Garrus activated the internal amputation function of her suit, slicing off her left arm. It didn't hurt; Tali's nerves had long cooked into insensibility, but it was noticeable nonetheless. One moment her arm was there, and then with a sudden snap and a sense of pressure, it was gone.

Tali watched enthralled as her lover pulled off her limb with no more effort than a child picking up a toy. Garrus passed the arm to one of the Geth, who had at some point gathered an array of knives and other carving devices. Another snap, and Tali's remaining arm was gone, followed by each leg. She lay there, limbless, her former appendages still laying against her smooth clear suit, as she watched the Geth slice open the material covering her arm and begin carving off the tender meat inside; like slices of a sausage, or a steak... Keelah Se'lai! She'd never noticed just how wonderful she smelled now that she was meat!

One by one Garrus took her limbs from her, handing them to the Geth until she was nothing more than a titless, limbless torso with her cunt splayed open obscenely as she lay, helpless on her back. She was a useless, quivering, pile of meat, just as she'd imagined every night since her talk with Jaavik. Out of the corners of her gaze, she could see the admiralty board eating her, her auntie Raan smiling as she bit into a meaty section of Tali's former thigh. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but they seemed to be happy, enjoying themselves as they devoured her piece by piece.

Soon, every person at the table had a bit of her on her plate, every person save for Garrus, that is.

Garrus leaved forward and unfastened Tali's helmet, exposing her to an avalanche of praise and good cheer from the diners she was feeding, but in that moment, her only focus was on Garrus and his beautiful blue eyes.

“Why.... why aren't you eating?” Tali asked, her throat dry, as she breathed in the fresh air of Rannoch for the first time ever, the first Quarian to do so in thousands of years.

“I had my eye on a very special cut of meat,” Garrus replied smirking, “would you like to share it with me?”

Tali tried to nod, but her neck lacked the strength. Instead, she smiled widely as she could. “Of.... of course,” she added, wondering just what cut of meat Garrus wanted, and imagining just how she might taste.

“I'm glad to hear that, my tasty little morsel. You don't mind if I harvest it myself, do you?” he asked, showing off an omni-blade shaped like a paring knife.

Tali's eyes widened, but she was meat, this was her purpose, to be carved and eaten. If that's what Garrus wanted to do to her, than how could she refuse him? “Anything... you want... Garrus,” Tali replied and her lover smiled in recognition as he gently kissed her lips, before twisting her around so that instead of her head facing him, her hips did.

The phantom sensation of Tali's first, and probably last kiss lingered on her lips. With her imminent and impending demise on the tongues of Garrus and the admiralty board secured, she could savor it wholeheartedly, not having to worry if she'll become ill from it, or if the gentlest touch of her lover's mandibles might kill her. Her fate was set, and nothing, not even her first kiss, could change it now.

Garrus roused his lover from her daydream by the simple expedient of ramming his omni-blade right into the edge of her pussy, where it met the junction of her thigh. He could feel a ghost of Tali's clenching muscles around the still active cyllinder splaying her treasure open for his view, but with her muscles cooked nearly completely, and without any limbs to brace with, there was no way Tali's almost infantile movements could disrupt him as he carved out the most sensitive spot in Tali's entire body.

Tali wanted to cum. She was on the edge just from the thought of what was happening to her! Garrus was carving out her cunt! How many times had she touched herself at night, fantasizing about this very moment, about Garrus ruining her as a woman in order to enjoy her as meat? Keelah Se'lai! This was everything she'd ever dreamed of! But.... there was something missing. She couldn't feel it. Her cunt was too far cooked. She couldn't feel the simmering agony as Garrus carved his way around her cunt. She couldn't even feel the wrenching loss of her womanhood as Garrus wrenched it free from her, trailing her womb and all four of her fully basted ovaries behind it. Tali wanted to cum, but she couldn't she was too far gone.

Still, Tali didn't regret it at all as Garrus approached with his prize, holding it by the see-through shell of her suit, so as not to get his fingers dirty. Tali had had plenty of chances to admire her own pussy over the last couple of weeks, her new suit allowing her to see it whenever she wanted, and the spreader letting her see deeper than she'd ever seen before; but Tali had never seen anyone's pussy this close before, much less her own.

She was bleeding out now, she couldn't feel it, but she knew it. She had maybe a minute to go? Maybe two? Maybe less? But Tali didn't mind at all. This was her purpose. She'd made so many other people happy in giving up her life for Garrus that she couldn't bring herself to regret it. She was content.

“Well, my little morsel? Do you want an ovary? Or a lip?” Garrus asked, stroking each part of his newly harvested prize in turn to emphasize his meaning.

Tali's mind flashed back to the airlock, laying naked on the floor as Garrus mentioned that her ovaries were the best part. She didn't want to deprive him of that, but... she had four, and he was offering her a choice.

“An... an ovary, please,” Tali begged her master to give her back one of parts he'd taken from her. Garrus smiled, placing her cunt on the flattened ruins of her bosom, and carving off an ovary with a flick of his omni-blade. The small globe rolled down her neck until it touched her chin. It was moist, and a lurid purple from the sauce that had infused it over the weeks she'd been on display. Garrus bent to pick it up and popped it into her mouth, leaving Tali stunned as her tongue explored the new addition to its space.

It was soft, and pliant, like a gel filled sack almost. It was moist too, and tasty. Like nothing she'd ever eaten before, and... since this would be her last meal, she'd never eat anything like it again either. Tali smiled, it seemed right that she herself was the tastiest thing she'd ever eat; it made her confident in her choices, happy she'd taken the path she had. Without any more time wasted, Tali bit down.

Flavor unparalleled exploded in her mouth. It was gooey, with almost bubble-like jellies within. Each one ready to burst forth more flavor at the slightest touch of her tongue. She was sweet, and savory at the same time, perfectly blended together to the point where Tali couldn't tell whether her ovaries would make a better appetizer or a dessert! Tali moaned with arousal. Doing this, eating her own ovaries as her lover watched her savor every bite? It was the most erotic thing she'd ever done.

Tali closed her eyes as Garrus leaned in to kiss her, licking softly at her lips for a hint of the equisite taste.

Tali smiled.

“Thank you Tali,” Garrus whispered, pulling away. “I'll never forget you as long as I live.”

Tali never opened her eyes again.